Copyright © 2020 by Left Side Signals

Author’s Note:

This story was inspired by a story titled Jack that was posted in February 2012 by a writer using the pseudonym Lostlilone. I sent multiple messages to that author requesting permission to use his characters and starting scenario as the basis for a story of my own. Unfortunately, my queries were never answered, and after waiting quite a while I decided to proceed with my own take-off on that tale.

“Dad?”

I heard his son’s voice and looked up at my Master. He must have heard it too, but his eyes remained closed.

“Dad?” There was a knock on the door. Grabbing my long blonde hair, Master pushed his cock deeper into my throat.

“Come in, son.”

My squeak of surprise was lost around the meat in my mouth. We had talked about what was going to happen today, but I had not expected JJ to be invited into the Haven, my Master’s playroom above the garage of his house.

“Oh, shit, sorry, I thought you said come in.” Out of the corner of my eye I could see JJ turning to head back out.

“I did. I’m nearly finished here.” Master punctuated his words by pulling his cock out of my throat, and I felt him swell and my mouth begin to fill with his cum.

“I’ll come back.”

“No, stay, son, I want to talk to you.” Looking down at me, Master nodded, and I held his cock away from my lips and swallowed the mouthful of his cum I’d been holding. He nodded again, and I obeyed again; I took his cock back in and used my tongue to clean him. My responses to his non-verbal commands were too ingrained to stop despite John Junior, known affectionately as JJ, being there.

“Good girl.” Master leaned down and kissed the top of my head. Looking up at him, I smiled, happy to have pleased him.

“JJ, don’t hover in the doorway, come on in.”

“Yes, Sir.” JJ closed the door behind him and tried to look anywhere other than at his father’s long-time girlfriend who was kneeling, naked except for the fuck-me heels that Master liked, on the floor. I did not move; I had not been given permission.

John stood and donned the robe he’d put on the back of his chair before pulling JJ in for a hug. “Did you have a good time last night?” After a family dinner to celebrate his sixteenth birthday, JJ had gone off to meet some friends.

“Yeah, it was good, thanks, Dad. We went to see a band at the teen club; they weren’t great, but it was a good night.” His voice was a bit shaky.

“Good. Good. Come sit down, son.” John led the way to the two easy chairs to my right. JJ still tried to avoid looking at me, but when he sneaked a glance John noticed.

“She’s beautiful, isn’t she?” JJ nodded. “You’ve seen a naked woman before, haven’t you, son?”

Without directly answering, JJ tried to steer the conversation away from me. “You said you wanted to talk to me about something.”

“First, look at her properly.”

“Dad, please, this doesn’t feel right. She’s your girlfriend, and she’s naked.” He still kept his head turned away.

“Doesn’t feel right, son? Why not? She’s a beautiful woman; her body is there to be appreciated.”

Part of me agreed with JJ, he should not be seeing me like this, but when John had talked to me about it he had asked a simple question: “Who better to teach the boy about the facts of life than his parent, or in this case his parent’s woman?” He’d made it sound so simple that I had put aside my misgivings and agreed.

“Stand, girl, let the boy look at you.” JJ was still trying his hardest not to look at me.

“Yes, Master.” I rose and clasped my hands behind the small of my back.

JJ’s eyebrows flew up when he heard that. Taking that as his cue, John began to explain the basics of the lifestyle we had kept hidden from his kid for so long. He began to go into the technicalities of the Master/slave relationship, and it seemed to me that JJ was having a hard time taking it in.

“Permission to speak, Master?”

“Granted, girl.”

“JJ, all you need to understand is that your father and I love each other, and this is the way we have found that allows us to show that love to each other.”

JJ nodded. It was apparently a lot for him to take in, but he seemed to be getting more comfortable. “And you’re okay with me seeing you naked?”

I tried to make light of it: “Too late now, JJ. Why don’t you just listen to what your father has to say?”

Master stood, came to where I was standing, and hugged me. “My beautiful, clever girl.” Retaking his seat, Master focused on JJ again: “What I want to talk to you about, son, is women.”

JJ had dropped his gaze to between his feet. “Daaad.” He dragged out the word in the way only exasperated teenagers can. “I’ve had sex ed in school. I know about women.”

He was looking uncomfortable again; I almost felt sorry for him. But his father had decided that this was a lesson JJ needed to learn.

John laughed his big laugh. “No, son, you probably know the mechanics, put object A into slot B and repeat as necessary.” John looked over at me. “Do you know what a girl smells like when she’s turned on? Do you know the sounds she makes when your cock sinks into her wetness? Do you know what her pussy feels like when she’s coming? How it grips you so tight it feels like you are in a vice?”

“Dad!” JJ’s voice was sharper and he moved uncomfortably in his chair. I was spellbound by my Master’s soft voice; it felt almost like a caress on my skin.

“Do you know how to turn her on? Do you know how to please her? To make her come and come again so she is begging you to fuck her? Do you know the difference between making love to a girl versus fucking her?”

John waited until JJ looked up at him before continuing. “Son, one of the most important decisions you will make in your life is the woman you choose to spend it with. You will have to know how to make her happy and keep her happy. A well-fucked woman is a happy woman.” Looking back at me, he asked: “Wouldn’t you agree, girl?”

“Yes, Master.”

“Come here, girl.”

As I walked slowly across the short distance between us, I could feel my breasts sway. Looking up, I saw JJ watching me. I smiled encouragingly at him, hoping he wasn’t getting too freaked out at seeing me act like this. Although he was not my biological son, his mother had died when he was eight and we’d been close for a long time.

I knelt in the spot indicated by Master, between the two chairs, my back straight and my hands resting, palms down, on my thighs.

Taking a conversational tone, John asked JJ, “Are you a breast man, son? I am. One of the first things I noticed about her was her breasts. She had them hidden under an ugly blue dress, but I could tell they were magnificent. I couldn’t wait to get my hands on them.”

Master reached out and took one of my D-size breasts in his hand. JJ made no reply, and John continued, “I love her breasts, soft yet firm.”

Silence fell for a moment; JJ looked hypnotized watching his father play with my breast.

“Never underestimate the effect playing with a woman’s breasts will have on her. Large or small or somewhere in between, you’ll find that most are hot-wired to their pussies.” He ran his thumb over the puckered flesh of my nipple. “See how her nipples are hardening already?”

I couldn’t help it; being on display was a major turn-on for me, and I could feel my pussy begin to tingle.

“And these taste so good.” Catching the nipple in his mouth, he sucked it deep before turning back to JJ. “See how hard they get? Have you ever felt a girl’s breasts, JJ?”

“Dad?”

“Son, believe me, you will rarely see better breasts than these. Go on, hold one. You don’t have to do anything, just take it in your hand.”

Reaching out, he took JJ’s hand and placed it under my other breast. I held my breath; had Master gone too far, too fast? JJ’s hand did not move for several seconds, but then I felt his fingers tighten slowly as he lifted the weight. Oh, God, there was something wrong with me; my pussy flooded as he began to tease the nipple as his father had done. His face was a picture of complete concentration as he flicked it back and forth.

“You’ve held a breast before, right, son?”

Never taking his eyes off the large globe of flesh in his hand, JJ answered his father. “Yes, but not as big as these.”

“Here, try them both at once.” Master sat back and watched as JJ fondled and squeezed my breasts. “They feel good, don’t they? You really should taste them; let’s see if you can get those nipples harder. I’ve seen them so hard she could take your eye out with one.”

JJ’s eyes flew to mine again. I nodded then, slowly. Almost as if he was in a trance, he lowered first his gaze and then his mouth. It felt like an eternity before I felt his tongue flick out and taste me for the first time. I couldn’t help it; I arched my back and pushed my breast into his mouth. I could feel his tongue swirl around my engorged nipple. I heard a moan but was not sure if it was from JJ or me. Again Master stayed quiet for a short while to allow JJ to get comfortable.

“Use your teeth, she likes that. Not all girls will, mind you, but this one does.” I could feel Master’s hand on my head, stroking my hair. JJ caught the nipple between his tongue and upper teeth before biting down gently. I gasped as small spikes of pain radiated through my breast. JJ switched sides and began the same exquisite torture on my other nipple.

“Squeeze them, she likes that too.”

JJ did as his father suggested. My breath was becoming ragged, and when his fingers dug deep into my flesh I couldn’t help but moan.

“Told you she likes it.”

JJ lowered his head again, and this time he sucked a nipple deep into his mouth. I love having my breasts played with; I can come when my Master has bound them tight and then sucks them. While JJ’s attentions were nowhere near as painful, there was something about watching his son’s mouth working on me that was so erotic.

“Imagine your cock nestled between those two beauties, son.” Master had his own cock out now and was slowly stroking himself. He always enjoyed watching me being used.

“Have you ever fucked a girl, JJ?”

JJ raised his head but put both his hands to my breasts, pulling hard on my nipples as he answered. “Yes, Sir.”

“Ever had one suck your cock?”

“Yes, Sir, more than one.”

“Then you know there’s nothing like having your cock sucked, watching her gag on you, feeling her tongue exploring you, watching her struggle to swallow your load, some dribbling down her chin and landing on her breasts.” I heard JJ’s breathing change; the images his father was creating were apparently having an effect on him. “Or pulling out before you come and spraying her breasts with it, or her face. Yeah, definitely one of the good things in life.” John paused. “Ever thought about what it would be like with her, son?”

It took JJ a few moments to process that he had been asked a question, and when he whispered his answer his eyes were on my mouth. “Yes.”

Master leaned forward and pushed his thumb into my mouth. I sucked on it, imagining it was JJ’s cock. I looked directly into his eyes as I bobbed my head, moving the digit in and out of my mouth. I saw that JJ’s eyes were riveted on my mouth, but he hadn’t stopped playing with my breasts. I suddenly realized that he hadn’t been fumbling around; his touches were sure and steady, and they seemed to have a surprising confidence. I began to wonder whether his nervousness had been more about who I am than a reflection of inexperience, but then my Master’s voice pulled me back into awareness of the situation I was in.

“Would you like to feel what it’s like with a woman who loves to suck cock?”

JJ’s answer was a nod. It seemed like any nervousness he’d had was lost under an avalanche of hormones.

“Consider it an extra birthday present. Sit back and let her do all the work.”

Before his father had even stopped speaking JJ had moved back in his chair, and I crawled between his legs. I could see the outline of his cock through his sweat pants; the anticipation of tasting him had my pussy purring but I was determined to go slowly, to show him just what pleasure a woman’s mouth can offer.

Snaking my hands under the elastic waistband, I gently pulled down as JJ raised his hips. I couldn’t help but gasp when his cock sprang free. It was gorgeous, a good seven inches if not more, and fat. I felt wetness rush to my pussy; I knew I was going to enjoy this.

Looking up at JJ, I smiled before leaning forward and licking from the base of his shaft to the purplish head; I could already taste the pre-cum as I swirled my tongue around the slippery tight skin. I heard JJ groan above me as I licked my way back down again and then let my tongue explore his balls.

Taking his shaft in my hand, I pumped him slowly, pulling the skin tight before claiming my prize of that beautiful head in my mouth. He was even fatter than his father, and I could feel my mouth stretching to accommodate him. It was delicious, the salty pre-cum, the smell of him, the taste of his skin.

Relaxing my throat and kneeling higher, I fed his stunning cock into my mouth, exploring all the contours with my tongue before feeding it down my throat. As I swallowed the head I heard JJ gasp and moan. I held it there for a few seconds before pulling back and exploring him more with my tongue. I didn’t have to tighten my lips much, they were already stretched nearly to their limit.

“Oh, God, I’m gonna come.”

With that, he exploded in my mouth. The taste was sweet and salty, and he kept coming. I felt spurt after spurt hit the back of my mouth. I didn’t hold it in my mouth as I had for Master but greedily swallowed and continued sucking until I got every last drop of his cum. I kept on licking even when I knew his balls were dry, just to enjoy the feel of him in my mouth.

“That was amazing.” JJ was now slumped back in the chair, and I reluctantly let his cock fall out of my mouth. “Thanks.”

I couldn’t help it, I giggled. “My pleasure, JJ, you have a gorgeous cock.”

“If you are quite finished, girl, I have another waiting for you here.” Master’s voice sounded amused. I turned and crawled to him.

“Thank you, Master,” I said as I took him in my hand. I began with his balls, slowly exploring them with my tongue before sucking them gently into my mouth one at a time and then together. As I lavished my attention on his cock, I heard Master speaking to JJ.

“Did you enjoy that, son?”

“Hell, yeah, Dad. Do you think all girls can do it like that?”

“With a bit of time and patience, they can learn, but I still have never found one quite as good as she is.”

His hand in my hair pulled me to the top of his cock. Hearing him talk about me as a sexual object, as though I wasn’t even there, was really turning me on.

“She was a natural from the first moment I stuffed her mouth.” Looking up at him, I smiled to hear him praise me like that. “You’ve got to let them take it at their own pace, only take as much of your cock as they can manage. As they get used to it, they will be able to take more and more.” I took all of Master’s cock into my mouth, enjoying the familiar taste and smell of him. “See that, she can deep-throat it anytime now. Took her a while, but we got there.” For a few minutes no one spoke, the only sounds my slurping at Master’s cock.

“Dad?”

“Mmm?”

“Should I go?”

“No, no, son, stay where you are. Let me just enjoy the girl’s mouth for another couple of minutes and then we’ll go on to the next lesson. Unless, of course, you still think you know all about women?”

JJ laughed. “You always say we should never pass up an opportunity to learn, Dad.”

I felt Master laughing. “Well said, very well said.” Pulling my hair, he pulled me off his cock. “Come on, girl, you have an eager pupil to teach.”

The Haven is not a large room, but with Master’s skills with wood he has made the most of the space by constructing some adaptable pieces of equipment. It was to one of these that he led me now.

“A woman’s pussy, son, is a perfect piece of engineering and design: sensitive, strong, and juicy. A man can spend hours exploring it for his pleasure; no two are the same, and to keep her happy you have to learn how to play it like an instrument. Learn that and a woman is yours.”

Master guided me to lie on my back and he spoke as he secured my arms to the X-shaped table with chains attached to wide leather cuffs around my wrists. “You can use your mouth, your fingers, vibrators, dildos, whatever you want, but in the end what a hungry pussy craves is cock. A pussy can expand to take any size cock, because a baby’s head and body can come through there. But it’s your job to prepare her to take it, teasing and exploring her, finding what she likes, hard or soft touches, sucking or biting.”

Placing my collar around my neck, Master used the D-rings on its sides to shackle it to the table. He had not raised the leg supports, so my legs were dangling off the end. Looking down the length of my body, I could see JJ watching as his father restrained me. The combination of the restraints and being watched was making me even wetter.

“Step closer, son, look at her pussy.” Master stood to one side and beckoned JJ forward. “See how pretty she is.” Master placed his hand on my mound, then ran it down over my pussy. “But open those outer gates, son, and a man is in paradise.”

“She’s shaved.” I nearly laughed at JJ’s comment, what he remarked on out of all the things he could have said.

“Actually, she’s permanently bare, and I like her that way. Some men like a full bush, some a landing strip. I have seen all sorts, but I like to see what I’m going down on.”

“Oh.”

Master continued to run his fingers up and down my pussy, teasing me. “And if you think her breasts taste good, you should taste her pussy.” Using his long middle finger, Master gathered some of my plentiful juices and brought them to his lips. He sucked his finger and smacked his lips. “Delicious!” He paused. “Touch her, taste her if you want, son. Hands-on education is always the most effective.”

Master’s joke broke the tension that had begun to creep in.

JJ stroked my mound gently at first; my pussy gushed when I felt his fingers move down between my legs. He followed his father’s example and gingerly took one in his mouth.

“Nectar, boy, nectar. Go on, taste some more.”

Without waiting for any more instruction, JJ dove into my pussy, and I felt his tongue, his teeth, and his lips exploring my vagina. Master was standing beside me, and he leaned down to whisper in my ear.

“That’s my son between your legs, girl. My son is eating your juicy pussy. And you wanted him to, didn’t you?”

I moaned. Ever since Master had suggested what might happen today I’d been watching JJ, wondering what his cock was like, wondering how his mouth would feel.

“You’ve been thinking about his mouth being just where it is, haven’t you?” Master’s hand rubbed my belly. “You already have his cum in there. You swallowed his cock and drank his cum, didn’t you? And you loved it, didn’t you? Sucking that young meat into your mouth, tasting him, gulping down his load?”

“Yes, Master.”

“You are a slut, aren’t you?”

It was too much, Master’s words and JJ’s mouth. His tongue found my clit and my body bucked on the table.

“Master, permission to come, please?”

“No.” He laughed. “I asked you a question. You’re a slut, aren’t you?”

“Yes, Master, I am your slut.”

“A son-cum guzzling slut, aren’t you?”

I remembered the taste of JJ’s cum as it filled my mouth and slid down my throat. “Yes, Master. I loved the taste of him.”

JJ was sucking my clit into his mouth. I tightened my thighs around his head, holding him tight to me.

“I bet you’re already planning how to taste him again, aren’t you?”

“Permission to come, please, Master?”

Master lifted my head off the table as far as the shackles would allow before continuing his whispering in my ear.

“Look at him. He’s my son, and you want to come all over his face, don’t you?”

“Yes, Master, please, Master, may I have permission to come?” Fighting back the orgasm was torture.

“You want to squirt all over that face and watch him lick it off, don’t you?”

“Yes, Master, I do ... please, Master, may I come?”

“Not my decision, slut, it’s up to the boy.”

Oh, God, up to the boy, his son now has control of my orgasm. JJ’s mouth seemed to be everywhere at once, sucking, licking, teasing. He seemed to know what he was doing, and my suspicions grew that he was more experienced than he was letting on.

“Please, Sir, permission to come?”

When JJ didn’t react, Master said, “She’s talking to you, son.”

JJ raised a face already glistening with my juices. I watched his tongue lick his lips. That was me he was tasting, my pussy juice on his handsome face. JJ smiled at me. Oh, thank God, he’s going to let me come. But instead of speaking to me, he addressed his father.

“Should I let her, Dad?”

His fingers explored and found my clit. He flicked it back and forth as if he had done this a thousand times before. My orgasm was building to such an intensity it was almost unbearable.

“Up to you, boy, but once she starts she’s going to keep on coming.” Master smiled wickedly down at me. “Try using a finger in her. Feel how tight she gets.”

Oh, God, his mouth was bad enough. If he starts to finger me, I’m going to explode.

“Please, Sir, may I come?” The orgasm was a hot fire burning inside me. I could feel tears begin to roll down my face.

One finger went deep into my pussy. He began to push it in and out a few times, at first slowly but then speeding up, his finger like a piston inside my hungry pussy. Without any instruction from his father he added another. With his other hand JJ was pinching my clit and was using his tongue to lick it.

“I don’t know, Katie, do you really want to?” Lick, lick. “I mean, Dad doesn’t seem to think you should.” I was absolutely certain now; I knew, even if his father didn’t, that JJ was not only sexually experienced, he was knowledgeable enough to play this dominance head-game. But that awareness just made my excitement more intense.

“Please, Sir, I really want to, I need to.”

“Dad, do sluts normally get to come just when they want to?”

“Please, Sir.”

Master barked out a laugh. “The kid’s a natural.”

I didn’t say anything, but I already knew that. I was burning up with the need to release, and JJ had just called me a slut. It meant he’d heard what Master had been saying to me, and he knew I had been thinking about him. Oh, God, I’m a slut for my Master’s son.

He continued to pump his fingers, stretching me open, squeezing my clit. I was almost at the point where I was going to come without permission.

“Please, Sir, I’m begging you. This slut is begging you to be allowed to come. Please, Sir, let this slut come for you.” I repeated it over and over again.

JJ squeezed another finger into my aching pussy: “Come now, slut.”

“Thank you, Sir.” I let the fire explode and I writhed on the table as much as my bonds allowed. My brain kept screaming at me, You have just come for your Master’s son. You are coming on his son’s hand. It added to the intensity. I could feel the sweat break out on my body as the orgasm crashed over me. I could feel the gush from my pussy as my secretions ran out of me.

“Shit, she’s gripping my fingers so tight. I think she’s going to break one.”

“Imagine how that would feel on your cock, son.”

“Oh, holy crap.” JJ seemed to think about that for just a moment. “Can I fuck her, Dad?” There was hope and disbelief in his voice, all traces of shyness long gone.

The aftershocks of my orgasm were still rippling through me when I felt Master’s warm breath at my ear again.

“What do you think, girl? Should I let him? Should I let him fuck you?” Master moved to the other ear. “Would you like to feel my son’s cock inside you? That fat cock you’ve already milked once? Would you like to feel it stretching you open?”

All I could do was moan. “Please, Master.”

“You do, don’t you? You want my son to fuck you.”

JJ was still finger-fucking me and I could feel another orgasm building.

“You want to feel his balls slapping against your ass as his meat fucks you good and hard.”

“Master, please.”

“You want him to dump his load inside you.”

“Please, Master,” I almost screamed,

“Please what, slut?”

“I want him to fuck me.”

“Who do you want to fuck you, slut?”

“I want your son to fuck me, Master, I need his cock inside me. Please, Master, let him fuck me,” I whimpered.

“If,” he drew out the word, “if I let him fuck you, you had best make this fuck a memorable one for him or there will be a punishment. Do you hear me?”

“I will, Master, I promise I will, just please let him fuck me.”

“Don’t let me down, slut.”

I shook my head side to side, rattling the shackles. “No, Master, I won’t let you down, I promise.”

Master stood for a few seconds, his arms folded, considering. JJ and I watched him intently. We had talked about this being a possibility, but Master had never told me what he would decide. He had shared me before, but this was different.

“So you really want to fuck her, son?”

“Hell yeah, Dad, probably as much as she wants me to.” JJ tugged on my clit.

“But she’s my girl; you were worried about seeing her naked.” Master gave JJ the final choice as to what happened.

“As you said, Dad, she’ a woman, she’s there to be enjoyed.”

Master grinned his wicked grin again. “I think you had better fuck her, son.”

“Cool.” JJ jumped up; I could see he already has his cock in his hand. “Thanks, Dad.”

“Wait a minute, son, I want her to watch you fucking her.” With that Master undid the chains holding my wrists to the table and released my collar. “Sit up and move forward a little.”

When I was positioned at the edge of the X at the center of the table closest to JJ Master bent my knees, strapped my lower legs to my thighs, and connected the chains on my wrist cuffs to my leg bindings. My pussy was spread wide open. JJ was standing in front of me, still stroking his cock. Just thinking about what was going to happen sent a rush to my pussy. My Master’s son was going to fuck me, and I wanted him to.

Master sat on the table behind me and pulled my upper body back to lean on him before beckoning JJ to move between my legs. “Enjoy, son.” To me he whispered, “You can come as much as you want, slut, but make my son’s fuck a good one.”

I nodded, my eyes transfixed by JJ’s thick cock, and I watched him moving his hand up and down his meat as he stepped forward. He rubbed the head up and down my pussy until he found my opening and pushed forward. I felt that glorious swollen head enter me.

“Take it slow, son, let her get used to you. I haven’t fucked her the last three days so she would be nice and tight for you.”

“Fuck, Dad, this is awesome. She is tight. I can feel her everywhere.”

I willed my pussy muscles to relax and take him. Master’s fingers were around my breasts, pulling on my nipples, as JJ pushed deeper. Looking down, I watched as he disappeared into my pussy.

“My son’s cock is inside you, slut.” My pussy gushed, stretching to take him.

“Fuck me, JJ, please fuck me.”

JJ’s eyes were watching himself disappear into me, but when I spoke he looked up at me, his eyes glazed.

“I am going to fuck you, Katie.” He smiled the same wicked grin as Master had. “I’m going to make you come all over my cock and beg me to fuck you again.”

“Yes, Sir.” The words were a whisper; I felt his cock deep inside me. “Thank you, Sir.”

As JJ withdrew most of himself for the first time, Master’s hands left my breasts and JJ’s took their place.

As JJ pushed himself back in I could feel my oncoming orgasm rising. It wasn’t often that I was given permission to come at will, and I was grateful that I didn’t have to beg again. JJ was stroking in and out of me, and looking down and seeing his cock covered in my pussy juices was enough to set me off. There was none of the tentativeness that might be expected in an inexperienced teenager; it was now even more obvious to me that JJ had been faking his curiosity about women and their reactions.

“Oh, fuck!” I heard JJ yell, and he picked up the pace, pushing against the muscles of my pussy that were trying to grip him. My first orgasm had not even subsided before the next rolled in on me. JJ’s cock stuffing my pussy and his fingers squeezing my nipples were too much and I grunted with the strength of my coming.

“Come on, girl, you can do better than that, show the boy a good time.”

“Yeah, Katie, make it good, make me want to fuck this pussy of yours again.” He slammed into me. “And you’ll want me to, won’t you?” I tightened my pussy muscles, gripping his cock. Leaning on my bent knees, he sped up, his cock pumping into me.