a woman between the legs, it certainly looked as if he was being forced to do it by the woman. The man was then in front of the woman, who was standing over him with her legs spread as wide as possible. With her hand she pulled the man's head tight against her crotch and pushing her belly tight against his mouth she almost seemed to smother him.
They were strange, but all the same they were beautiful photographs, eight by ten in size and very sharp. Looking at them I could almost see the spunk dripping from the women's slits. However strange they were, they still managed to excite me terribly. The well known feeling came over me again. Looking at these pictures, I got a terrible urge to masturbate.
Slowly but surely I frigged myself to a boiling, creamy orgasm, while looking at these pictures. Since the guest was not in the room, I thought I might as well do it right here instead of going to the toilet or my room. So, still standing there I raised my dress and brought my hand to my snatch. Sticking my finger between the pouting cunt lips, I found them already wet and eager to receive my caresses. I looked at the pictures again, beginning with the first one and taking them in nice and slow, busily fingering my slit in the meantime. Suddenly I felt somebody breathing on my neck and startled, I looked up. Behind me was Mr. Morgan.
His hand covered mine and, putting some pressure on it, he made it clear he wanted me to go on frigging myself. He had come in quite unheard by me and I was terrified at first, but his manner soon put me at ease.
“Go right ahead, Miss,” he said, “don't stop because of me. I know I should not have left those pictures for you to find, although I must confess I did it on purpose. I know they must have excited you and you need to relieve yourself. So
I was nearly dying to come and I didn't wait for him to tell me another time. In my skilled way I began to masturbate again and soon my sloppy wetness proved my cunt liked what I was doing to it. I slowly moved my finger in and out of my dilating crack as I looked at the pictures again and again… They were exciting me terribly now and I was getting more and more interested in the subject. My juices were flowing freely and I was getting even more excited when Mr. Morgan started to talk.
“Do you notice the beauty of that girl, the way she is riding that man? She is fucking away as if she is in possession of a cock instead of him. She is wearing him out completely… I know, because at the moment this picture was taken she had made him come already three times! But she didn't show any mercy… She didn't want to leave his cock. The only thing she wanted was wearing him down completely… making him beg to stop her mad fucking. You see, there she is again… in this picture she is sucking the drooping cock… he can't fuck anymore… she had made him come four times by fucking him… but his cock would stand again after the last time… so she is going to suck him to a spend… wearing him down… humiliating him… proving to him that she is stronger than he is… that she is insatiable… which she is… she is all cunt… greedy, eager cunt. Look at the bitch now… she is forcing him to suck her never satisfied cunt… He is exhausted… but she keeps his head between her legs… his tongue between the hairy cunt lips… and he just has to suck her… she has threatened to cut off his prick if he doesn't manage to make her come with his tongue… She has been spending already and so great was her passion she pissed in his mouth… made him swallow her filth… mingling it with spunk… What a lovely girl she is… So powerful and dominating… I love dominating girls… And how about you, my dear… Would you like to be the master of a man? Do with him what you wanted… making him do all the things… you want him to do… forcing him to do them…”
By that time I was randy as hell and my spunk was boiling in me. I could not hold back any longer and I started to come like a geyser. My spunk, bursting from between my cunt lips, wet my hand and like he had hoped for, some of the stuff dripped on his hand as well.
Taking his hand away, he looked at the glutenous stuff with burning eyes and in an almost humble way he asked permission to lick my juice from his hand. By that time, I understood his passion and in a haughty way I granted him permission, looking at him through slitted eyes. The old lecher wanted to be dominated by a female and the pictures (as well as the way he talked) had put me in just the right mood for this sort of thing…
I sincerely hoped he wanted to play the game a bit further and find out what it was to be the dominating party in lovemaking… I was getting visions of having a slave at my beck and call and I was beginning to get quite excited at the idea. This was going to be a new experience for me, and I'm always in for new things as long as they are lewd and exciting…
I seated myself in a chair and demurely covered my knees with my dress. I was surprised how easy it was to make myself feel master of the situation, and I'm sure a cruel smile spread over my lips… This was going to be marvelous and I was going to enjoy it tremendously.
He looked up at me like a dog looks up at his master, and a happy smile came over his face when he detected the cruel light shining in my eyes.
“Did you come nicely, mistress?” he asked in a pleading way. “Did you find the satisfaction you alone are entitled to? I hope I can be of some more service to you… I want to be good to you… although that is almost impossible, because nothing is too good for my mistress. Would you like to look at some more pictures? I have some more… they may be even more interesting to you… even more exciting… the portrait of the proper role of women… the glorious role of womanhood!”
“Get them immediately,” I ordered him as curtly as possible.
If he wanted to be dominated he was going to be, and I was going to play the part he wanted me to play. I was sure there was going to be something in it for me as well.
He hurried to a suitcase in a corner of the room, and taking a huge pile of pictures from it, he came back to me and handed them over in a humble way. They were of the same size and quality as the other ones, but even more interesting if that is possible…
It showed men in all sorts of humiliating postures and girls in the most dominating roles you can imagine. Men being tied to chairs and beds and specially erected posts. Girls were standing in front of them playing with their cunts and taking all sorts of obscene poses. The men's pricks were in rock-hard erection and the things the girls were doing right in front of them, with themselves or with each other, must have driven the men half out of their minds.
Going over them slowly and carefully, getting excited as hell, I came upon increasing cruelty inflicted on men by women, and sometimes even by very young girls. Men were being whipped with the most cruel looking whips… flogged with wide leather belts… their balls being tied with strings… cruelly pinched with sharp pointed nails… their cocks being stretched by weights hanging from them… their backs full of bloody stripes… flogged to shreds by the cruel whips…
Every act of sadism applied by females, my own sex, was there in those pictures. I looked closely at the faces of the females doing all this, and there could be only one conclusion from the looks on their faces: they just loved what they were doing. They were getting a thrill out of it I had not thought possible-but here I had the proof of it. Right in these pictures. I was horrified and at the same time strangely affected by it all. There must be something terribly exciting about whipping a man.
Some of the girls in the pictures were masturbating their cunts with one hand while the other hand wielded the whip… In some cases one girl was doing the whipping, while other girls were sitting on the floor around the whipped body of the man looking at his misery and sticking eager fingers on round shaped objects in their open slits… Unholy light was shining in their eyes when they watched the blood flow from ugly wounds, produced by the cruel whipping…
Their fingers wet with cunt juice, they masturbated and their ears must have been ringing with the tortured cries of the men they treated so cruelly. But nevertheless, they liked what they were doing. So much eagerness shone from their faces I could almost forget the looks of anguish on the faces of the men. And to tell the truth, I was getting excited myself.
These horrible pictures were turning me on and making me more and more curious to find out for myself what it would be like to treat a man like that myself and combine it with sex. From the looks on the faces of the women in the pictures, I could see that cruelty was completely mingled with sex. It looked like bare and raw sex and I was soon to find out for myself that everybody is more or less inclined this way. Mr. Morgan looked up at me and asked me:
“Would you like to have such an experience as well? I see you are getting interested in the subject and I'm fully prepared to let you do as you please, mistress. If you have never done anything like that before it might seem awfully strange to you, but you may like it after all. Imagine yourself whipping me… making me cringe under your
