Authors note
I am re-publishing this series under a different name.
It was inspired by a lady I met here on Literotica, she contacted me after reading my series 'The Making of a Slut' saying that she too is called Caroline and is a slut. She asked me to write some stories about her and her family. This series is therefore, completely, inspired by her but mostly just fantasy.
All persons in this series are over 18.
I hope you enjoy the series, however, if you are averse to rough sex please don't read on!
Please let me know what you think by sending feedback and by (hopefully) giving the stories a good mark.
Thank you
Jim
Welcome to my Play Room
My phone pinged as I received a text. I smiled as I read it, it was from Bailey, Caroline's other daughter. It said, Hello Jim, I'm Dulcie's sister -- OMG I noticed her tits I made her tell me about you -- I want to meet you -- Bailey x.
I immediately replied, Hello Bailey I would love to meet up -- can you come to mine on Saturday, I will pay for a cab.
I got a single letter reply 'K' so I sent her my address. I wondered if young Bailey was going to prove to be as slutty as her mother and sister.
Saturday morning arrived and I saw a cab draw up outside. A very attractive young lady got out, she was wearing a knee length black leather coat with black hose and black high heels.
As she walked towards the front door she looked the image of her mother, with the same dirty blond hair, gorgeous face and beautiful smile. She rang the bell and smiled beautifully as I opened the door. Hello Jim, she beamed, I'm Bailey, and put her hands on my shoulders and kissed me on the cheek.
Come in Bailey I said, come through to the kitchen. I pointed down the corridor and she walked off confidently, perching on one of the bar stools next to the breakfast bar.
Well Bailey, let me get us a drink while we discuss it, what do you fancy? She wanted an orange juice and I suggested that I put some vodka in it to help her relax, joking that her mother had always done some of her best work when she was a little tipsy. She agreed so I got her a vodka and orange which was about 1/3 vodka and I had a tin of beer.
I sat on the stool next to her and explained, sweetheart I love women who are sluts, to me the word slut is not an insult but rather a compliment. A slut loves sex of all kinds, a slut loves pain, a slut loves to be humiliated, a slut wants as much cock and or cunt as she can get, often many at the same time. Are you sure that you want all that?
She frowned, had a large gulp of her drink, gave me a cheeky grin and hopped off her stool. She looked me in the eyes and said, if I didn't want all of that do you think I would have worn this?
She turned with her back to me and unbuttoned her coat then span back around and threw it off. I nearly choked on the swig of beer I was taking!
She was wearing French maid's outfit. It was clear that she hadn't got it from Ann Summers, it was much too revealing for that.
It consisted of a tiny black skirt that only just covered her crotch with a tiny white apron on the front, black fishnet hold-up stockings topped with white lace. The top half of the outfit was a bra of virtually transparent black material again trimmed with white lace which barely contained a huge pair of tits, very like her mothers.
She did a slow spin and I could see that the back of the skirt was cut so that it exposed her bum, the cheeks of which were separated by the tiny string of a black thong. Her bum was without doubt one of the best I have ever seen, a perfect heart shape, pert and small but at the same time very womanly.
OK, I said, clearly you show promise, follow me.
I think she was expecting me to take her upstairs to my bedroom so she was surprised when I opened a small door off the entrance hall which led downstairs. She looked nervous but gave me a watery grin and followed me downstairs.
At the bottom of the stairs, I opened a door and threw on a light switch and heard a gasp behind me.
I have to say I am quite proud of my 'play room'. It is very large with a bondage bed against the far wall. On the wall adjacent to that is a St Andrews cross. There are a series of other items that I intended to introduce her to later, a spanking bench, Sibian vibrator, fucking machine and others. In addition, there were a series of useful hooks and chins in the ceiling, one of which supported a love seat. There were racks on the wall opposite the St Andrews cross containing a wide variety of floggers, whips, canes and belts and other useful equipment. The room as warm and the lighting subtle.
Bailey looked very nervous, I gave her a big cuddle and told her, don't worry it may look frightening but it is designed to give sluts amazing satisfaction, will you trust me?
She nodded and I saw a look of resolve cross her face, yes, I trust you and I want you to make me into a slut.
I took her over to the spanking bench. It is like a cut down massage bench, it as much narrower and it is only the length of an abdomen. It has 2 pads on either side of the main bench for the 'spankee' to put their hands and forearms on. There is a hole in the main bench, like a massage table, for the face.
I settled Bailey on the bench, face down, strapped her legs and forearms to the pads on either side and stepped back to admire the view. As I expected it would it displayed her gorgeous arse to perfection. Her little skirt with the split in the back framed her gorgeous buttocks perfectly, the only thing covering her modesty was her tiny thong.
Once she was settled, I passed the strap on the main bit of the bench over her back to secure her completely and slipped a blindfold over her eyes.
I walked over to my rack and picked up a rabbit vibrator, a crystal ended butt plug and some lube. I stood at the back of the bench so I could admire her beautiful arse and gently stroked my hands up her thighs, each stroke getting closer to the top of her stockings. By the time my strokes had reached the soft warm flesh at the top of her stockings she was whimpering quietly.
I continued to tease her, my hands getting close to, but never quite touching the gusset of her thong. After about 5 minutes of teasing she started to beg. Please Jim, please touch me.
But I am touching you sweetheart, I said.
No, no, touch me 'there', she begged.
Where is 'there' I teased her.
On my pussy, she begged, becoming more and more frantic as her arousal grew.
Sluts don't have pussies, I whispered to her, they have cunts.
Oh God, just touch my cunt, I need you to touch my cunt.
I stroked my fingers across the tiny gusset of her thong, it was already very wet.
More, she demanded.
I spanked her hard on her left buttock and said, firstly, you will call me Sir and, secondly, you don't demand you ask.
I, I'm sorry Sir, please stroke my cunt more, she begged.
I rewarded her by stroking her swelling lips through the ever increasingly wet gusset. She had very limited movement but was trying to rub her cunt harder against my fingers.
Oh Sir, she said, that feels wonderful, would you please finger my cunt?
I slipped my hands higher and ripped the thong apart and pulled it off from between her legs. I bent down and smelt the perfume of her excited cunt; it was beautiful. I picked up the rabbit that I had brought over, turned it on low and rubbed it over the ever-swelling lips of her cunt.
She groaned and said, Oh Sir, that feels so good, so fucking good!
I tuned the vibrator up to medium and gently started to push it into her teenage cunt, she groaned with pleasure as the thick shaft stretched her tight little fanny. Gently moving it is and out, each stroke a little longer until, finally, the rabbit ears started to caress her clit.
Oh fuck! She groaned, Oh fuck, Oh fuck, so good!
I stroked the soft skin of her gorgeous buttocks as I continued to ream her little cunt with the vibrator.
As she started to cum, I spanked her buttocks, they were firm and soft at the same time. The spanking ran through her body and enhanced her orgasm. I spanked her until her orgasm faded and then stopped and slid the vibrator out of her dripping hole.
I picked up the lube and started to massage it around the pink rosebud nestled between her glorious bum cheeks, slowly and gently I slid one finger into her arse. Oh no, she muttered, but I persisted and was soon sliding that finger in and out freely.