Martha - Space Madam
Copyright© 2010 by Charm Brights
Chapter 1 - Inspection
BDSM Sex Story: Chapter 1 - Inspection - Martha Templeton was never beautiful, she wasn’t even pretty, but she had a pleasant face and a bedworthy figure. She exploits her few advantages to get a rich ‘sponsor’ and discovers that she is a dominatrix. She has to become a prostitute when she loses him. She graduates from there into a brothel and eventually to her own brothel. After arrest and transportation to a prison planet, she uses the talents which helped her on Earth to build a similar life in the prison.
Caution: This BDSM Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa Ma/ft Fa/Fa Consensual NonConsensual Reluctant Coercion Slavery Lesbian Heterosexual Science Fiction Space Cheating BDSM DomSub MaleDom Spanking Rough Humiliation Sadistic Gang Bang Group Sex First Oral Sex Anal Sex Voyeurism Caution Violence Prostitution
Alan went across to the bed and stroked her breasts, marvelling at the way her nipples seemed to want to be fondled; they almost seemed to be climbing out of her breasts towards his hands.
As he stroked and then squeezed, and finally pinched her nipples, Martha said in a low voice, "Alan, not too rough, or I'll be angry."
His hands left her breasts as though they had been scalded and, after a pause, moved to her legs. He stroked her ankles and her thighs as though a woman's legs were something he had never seen or dreamed of before. Martha enjoyed the devotion he seemed to be showing towards her body, and wriggled a little to show that she liked what he was doing.
That was all the encouragement he needed to venture further. Seconds later his fingers were gently parting her cuntlips to look at the wonderful deep pink folds and the little lovebud hidden away among them. Spreading her cuntlips a little further he slipped one finger into her already lubricated entrance but it quickly met with a resistance which convinced him of her virginity.
"Careful," she said, "Not tonight, and not tomorrow if you are going to be rough."
Alan dipped his head and murmured something she did not catch.
"Speak up," she said firmly, sensing he was under her spell, "I can't hear you. I can't abide mumblers."
This last was a phrase her mother often used, especially to her father.
"Please may I kiss your cunt?" asked Alan as though this were the greatest favour she could possibly allow.
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