Lord and Lady Mudford

Harold stood feeling relieved that the cum-coated Sarja was now gone. At the same time however he was aroused, what with his cock and balls still out of his trousers. He looked to see Alfred standing beside Charlotte seated in her wing chair. His pants crotch was bulging as he and Charlotte exchanged loving glances. Harold made his way over with his upright cock swaying from side to side.

Lady Mudford had welcomed home her husband from his long absence in Africa as any dutiful wife would. Never mind that his potbelly was grosser than ever. The year’s added age had also served to prolong his pounding her away in bed. But eventually he did manage to implant his seed yet one more time. That was as much a duty for him as it was for her.

“Sorry, dear.”

“I understand Harrold. There’s no need to apologize. We are both aging at the same rate, you know.”

“I do hope you were able to enjoy yourself and your little fetish in my absence.”

“Rest assured, dear. I kept the cane hard at work.”

“That’s nice. Servants should continually be reminded of their place.”

“Alfred was of big help in that department.”

“Alfred?”

“The chauffer, you know. Oh I guess you don’t know. I hired him in your absence.”

“So he wields a wicked cane too?”

“To a degree.”

“Is he as ruthless as Beatrice?”

“As housekeeper? Of course not. He’s hardly a sadist.”

“I trust that you have a fresh servant girl available for my four o’clock ritual.”

“Of course, Harold. I’m quite sure she will . . . will inspire you.”

Harold propped himself up on his pillow and lit that infernal cigar which his wife Charlotte detested. “Describe her.”

“Finnish; around eighteen; shy; on the petite side.”

“Eyes?”

“Emerald.”

“Her English?”

“Barely passable.”

Charlotte smiled as she watched him respond to her words as one of his hands made its way south under the sheet while his other held his cigar. When he inhaled the glow from it illuminated his eyes as he savored the thought of what lay in store for himself come four o’clock. He could already vision her pleading green eyes looked up at him as he throated her while she was being caned. That was his four o’clock routine.

The ritual was fully acceptable for her ladyship in more ways than one. First it served to have him satisfy his sexual appetite at another’s expense. Second it satisfied her own sadistic lust and third his lordship couldn’t object to her being serviced during the event. It had become a lovely family tradition.

Charlotte’s hand made its way to His Lordship’s crotch. She brushed aside his own as she felt for his cock. The search was short-lived as His Lordship was rock-hard; harder than he had been while inside her just minutes before. Why kid themselves. Certainly Harold would rather be throating a young servant girl as she was being caned than getting with it mechanically yet one more time with his old lady – Her Ladyship. Just as clearly Charlotte would prefer watching the servant girl’s torment as she was being throated and caned and seeing Harold’s filthy cigar a-smoking as his ugly, hairy cock smoked.

Lady Charlotte’s hand gently wrapped itself about her husband’s super-thick cock. Now was the time to bring up the little problem she had been worrying over with regard to four o’clock.

“Harold dear.”

“What is it dear?”

“Would you mind if Alfred paid me some . . . some attention this afternoon while you . . . you are . . . are.”

“How thoughtful for you to ask. Of course not, dear.”

She started to stroke his joint which was now throbbing. Never could she get over how thick it was. No wonder it painfully stretched her insides.

“Now Charlotte.”

Oops; had she misjudged him?

“No; don’t.”

“Don’t?”

“I have to save myself,” he explained as he moved her hand from his shaft to his hairy balls.

“Oh. Yes, of course.”

“I have no problem with you being serviced while I am but I don’t want this . . . this Alfred staring at me. I mean. Especially with his not be sadistic.”

“Harold you don’t give me the credit I deserve. It would be the suffering servant girl that his eyes would be focused on and not you.”

“Would be?”

“I doubt that he will be able to see much with his head buried deep in my burrow.”

Harold began to inhale and exhale smoke as his testicles were squeezed and un-squeezed. It was nice to be back home; back home with such a compatible wife.

“It is such an honor to at last meet you, my Lord,” said the handsome young man with a broad smile as he stood before Harold seated in a high-back wing chair. “I’ve heard so much about you.”

“And I as well, Alfred.”

“Thank you sir. If I do say so myself, I am a good driver. I so enjoy driving the Rolls.”

The two men stared at each other eye-to-eye until they both broke out into smiles.

“Do you wish for me to cane Sarja this afternoon, your Lord?” Apparently that was the Finnish girl’s name.

“No; Beatrice will handle that. I’d prefer that you learn my taste – my style – as an observer. But don’t let that keep you from attending to her ladyship’s needs.”

“Of course.”

“I’ll see the Finnish wench now.”

Alfred clapped his hands twice.

Into the great room came the girl carrying a large rattan cane upon her open palms as if making an offering. The size of the cane served to emphasize her pettiness. With her head down and the Housekeeper Beatrice walking close behind her she made her way over to His Lordship and Her Ladyship sitting in their marron wing chairs with Alfred standing beside Charlotte.

“Welcome home, my lord,” said Beatrice as the girl stood there before him. “I hope you had a splendid time while in Africa. We all did so miss you.”

“Thank you, Housekeeper. And I the same.”

“The Scandinavian wench here goes by the name Sarja.”

“She has had the cane, I assume.”

“Of course, my lord.”

“Of course. The cane remains our primary tool in instilling and maintaining a proper attitude in our house servants.”

“And well it should.”

Harrold looked over the lass standing before him offering up the horrid cane with her face down in submission. She was wearing the standard maid’s cotton, black and white uniform with a white ruffled bonnet.

“How are her teeth, housekeeper?”

In an instant Beatrice lifted the girl’s head and squeezed her cheeks. “Open wide.” The girl stared at the housekeeper as she peeled back her upper lip to reveal pearly white uppers and then her lower lip. Then she spread her mouth as wide open as possible in a rough manner as the girl’s eyes darted around.

“Very well. She’ll do.”

Harold took the cane and handed it to the housekeeper. With that Harold stood, spread his legs and placed his hands on his hips. “Now for a proper introduction.”

Having already been explained the proper procedure the servant girl went down on her knees and began unbuttoning his lordship’s fly. With that done she inserted her petite hands to locate and bring forth the hairy monster.

Out sprung his lordship’s thick cock into the fresh room air. Both the girl’s eyes and mouth opened in amazement. Good lord. How could she ever hope to obey her instructions and have that horrid monster completely disappear into her mouth?

After absorbing that expected facial shock Harold turned to look at Charlotte and Alfred. The handsome young man’s face was also registering shock at seeing the size of His Lordship’s cock.

“What did I tell you,” said Charlotte with a look of self-pride. The housekeeper’s face also showed a measure of pride coupled with a slight sadistic smile.

“I think she has forgotten something, housekeeper.”

“HIS LORDSHIP’S BALLS, GIRL! You stupid Finns.”

Back inside his open fly flew one of the girl’s petite hands. Feeling their immense size she inserted her other hand. With two hands she brought forth his lordships balloon-sized ball along with some black pubic hair and some foul crotch odor.

As many times as the others had seen his lordship’s cock and balls they still held the sight in awe. Good Lord but was his lordship hung. And well did he know it. For that reason he never hesitated in having his family jewels put on display. After all, was he not lord of his own domain?

Sarja watched from her kneeling position as his lordship began to strut his stuff. He walked proudly around the poor sacrificial lamb smiling as Beatrice the housekeeper began to swish the horrid cane. The girl didn’t know which was the worse, that thick, hairy, upright cock or the rattan cane swishing the room air. Truthfully, there was no need for comparison as she would be receiving both at the same time under the lustful gaze of others. When the kneeling girl turned her head away he grabbed her by her blondish hair and turned her face to his pride and joy. “What do you think of it? What’s her name again?”

“Sarja.”

“Sarja. Do you like it?”

Pitifully the kneeling girl nodded her approval.

“Answer His Lordship, girl,” ordered Beatrice.

“It is a good one sir. Yes, a good one.”

“So you like it, do you?”

“Yes sir; I likes it, sir. It is a good one, sir.”

Harold released the girl’s hair. He looked to the housekeeper to see her busy sliding her thumb and index finger over the surface of the coarse cane. God did she love her job. And to think that in just moments now she would be smashing the cane into that servant girl’s ass.

Harold returned to his oversized maroon wing chair but this time he sat on one of its arms with his legs spread wide and his hands upon the arm. His cock was pointed up at the ceiling in readiness for sweet Sarja’s attention and care.

“Get a move on, girl,” instructed Beatrice as she tapped the cane in her palm. “Position the footstool.”

The young maid dutifully stood before Beatrice. When the housekeeper held out her hand the girl slid off her white knickers and hung them over the extended cane. When Beatrice nodded to the footstool he retrieved it and placed it in front of His Lordship.

Down she went on her knees again but this time upon the footstool with her face right in front of that horrid, waiting cock. She placed her hands atop the chair arm with her arms wrapped about those of Harold. Again she smelled the foul odor arising from his lordships privates. Even their airing out had not killed the obnoxious odor.

With the girl’s head bowed Harold’s cock was against her head with his hairy balls on her forehead. He nodded to Beatrice who lifted Sarya’s full length skirt up over her back which exposed her pale white Scandinavian ass. He watched as Beatrice stood back up now almost choking the cane in relishing the moment. The servant girl and housekeeper was now ready.

Harold looked over at Charlotte sitting there in the other wing chair with handsome Albert sitting on her chair arm. Seeing the pleading look in his wife’s eyes he nodded his consent. Down went handsome as Charlotte lifted her skirt in welcoming him.

“Begin,” ordered Harold.

The girl raised her head. Her nose made contact with the underbody of the horrid cock. Her tongue followed as it slid upward as her nose took in the rancid odor.

The young lass had difficulty in getting her mouth over the knob of his lordship’s cock for it kept swaying front side to side. Finally in desperation she lifted herself until her head and mouth were above the monster. Now she was able to get her lips over the knob. Harold almost sighed in relief.

“All in,” came the command from the housekeeper as she tapped the cane on that lily-white ass that was elevated by her being kneeled upon the footstool. Slowly the girl lowered herself to feel the entire cock-nob now held within her stretched mouth.

Harold looked down to see that the girl’s eyes were closed. “Damn you girl. I want those eyes open and looked at me. Housekeeper, didn’t you explain?”

“I did indeed, sir,” she replied as she unleashed a savage cut of the cane to the middle of the waiting white ass.

The jolt from the shock sent the girl’s head down and with that a couple of inches of his lordship’s cock’s shaft entered and was thrust to the back of her mouth. The sound of the rattan hitting the fresh flesh was a delight to all those in attendance, save but one.

As the servant girl looked into the eyes of her master she tried to cope with her lips being spread to their fullest by her master’s thick cock and the feel of its knob pressed against the back of her mouth. As she absorbed that feeling and that of the thick shaft occupying her mouth, she further began to absorb the fiery pain beginning to burn in her upraised ass.

Beatrice looked at the servant girl’s ass giving birth to a tramline welt. How much nicer it was to see the formation on a pale white ass as opposed to one of darker skin. How she loved the contrast and how the pink tramline would begin to darken into red while knowing that its transformation was manifested in the girl’s brain as a developing line of fire.

“Well,” asked Harrold. “Why have you stopped? I’m not even half way in, girl.”

“Get with it, Sarja,” commanded Beatrice as she delivered another vicious cut.

It seemed as if the girl didn’t understand. But when she heard the swoosh of the cane again followed by a sickening THWICK she quickly came to understand. They was no way to continue except for the massive cock to enter her throat. Feeling that her nose was just touching pubic hair she knew that there was ample shaft of his lordship’s cock still remaining outside in urgent need of entry.

With the intensity of the pain from the two vicious cuts now increasing she had no choice but to proceed. Fortunately it was just at that moment that his lordship made a thrust which caused the knob of his cock to enter her throat. In doing so her head was thrust further over and down. This caused her almost to break eye-to-eye contact, but not quite.

Harold looked into the girl’s green eyes and smiled. Now they were making headway with his head. He looked over to her ladyship to see that she too was clearly making headway as she was holding the handsome man’s head beneath her skirt with both of her hands.

Harold grabbed Sarja’s head with both hands he nodded to Beatrice. Just as he yanked the girl’s head towards him and thrust Beatrice smashed her ass for the third time. With that the girl’s head was rammed fully home her nose twisted against his belly and his entire cock now burrowed inside her mouth and throat and his balloon-size hairy balls pressed against her cheeks. At last all was in readiness.

“CANE THE BITCH!” Beatrice was now given her full freedom. She took the cane far back over her shoulder and with a twist of her torso unleashed a crippling cut that brought a muffled cry to come from His Lordship’s crotch as he sat there on the wing chair arm with his hands gripping the poor girl’s head.

No longer could eye-to-eye contact be kept for Sarja’s face had disappeared when Harrold had begun to jab her head against his crotch. Only the top of her head and her hair could be seen but that didn’t keep Harold from continuing to thrust and move her head all about down there in his crotch as Beatrice wielded the cane. His pot-belly further hindered his view.

Now sounds of gasping and gurgling came from his crotch. Harold was nodded continuously for the housekeeper to cane and to cane and to cane. Each cut brought a muffled cry which was mixed with the sounds of gasping and gurgling. To an observer it would appear that Harold was an orchestra conductor and that Beatrice was his percussionist.

When Harold’s pelvis started to fibulate housekeep got the message. His grace was about to come. “FASTER FASTER,” he shouted loud enough even for other within the manor even to hear.

Harold’s cries of YES YES YES were met with those of Charlotte. They had done it again. Praise the Lord.

Itis always so nice to have a husband and wife climax together. There can be no better expression of true marital bliss.

The master was back home.

Sarja emerged from Lord Mudford’s crotch who watched as his spent cock slithered its way out of her mouth and throat accompanied by her gagging. Seeing her face covered in his lordship’s goo he shoved her away before some of it got on his trousers. “That’s disgusting. Was she not told that my seed was to be swallowed?”

“I’m so sorry,” said the housekeeper. That was so rude of her. Quick, get the towel there, girl.

When Beatrice saw her start to wipe her face she almost fainted. “Not for you, you idiot; for his lordship.” So with gooey cum covering her face, some of her hair and even one eye, she started to towel off Harold’s cock and balls.

“You will pay for this outrage, Sarja.”

The servant girl managed to whisper a sorry sir as tears now streamed out of her eyes and her gagging faded.

Once Harold’s cock and balls were clean the girl held the towel up near her own face. “May I, sir?”

“You most certainly may not. You must now pay for your insolence and disrespect. Six of the best, housekeeper.”

Stand up girl.”

The girl stood still holding the towel with her face still covered in royal cum. “Grab hold of your ankles.” When she did the housekeeper lifted her skirt once again bringing her welted ass back into view. “Keep your eyes on his lordship and say you are sorry after each stroke.”

With Harold now seated on the chair seat cushion with his cleansed cock and balls still on display, he relit his cigar. Bent over as she was, the girl’s face was level with his own. He looked at her, eye to eye. Never mind that one eye still had residual cum covering it and its eyelashes. Harold nodded to Beatrice. Swish – Thwick! The pitiful girl grimaced.

“I sorry, sir.”

Harold’s response was to blow cigar smoke into her face. He nodded again to the housekeeper who quickly delivered a horrific backhand.

Apparently there had been a tad bit of cum still left somewhere inside her throat as she coughed until it came slithering out of the side of her mouth.

“I sorry, sir.”

Harold leaned forward and blew more cigar smoke into the pitiful girl’s face.

“Let this be a lesion to you. Always swallow. That way you avoid having cum in your eyes.”

“Yes sir. Thank you sir.”

SWISH – THWICK. Three more followed as Harold’s cock hardened and came to its full upright and locked position.

“Now clean yourself and get out of my sight.”

Beatrice watched as the girl’s welted ass disappeared when she stood and her skirt fell back down. She handed her knickers and pointed sternly at the doorway.

Harold stood feeling relieved that the cum-coated Sarja was now gone. At the same time however he was aroused, what with his cock and balls still out of his trousers. He looked to see Alfred standing beside Charlotte seated in her wing chair. His pants crotch was bulging as he and Charlotte exchanged loving glances. Harold made his way over with his upright cock swaying from side to side.

“Did you enjoy your meal, Alfred?”

“Sir?”

“Her Ladyship’s pussy, my good man.”

“Oh that. Yes sir. I considered it a high honor, sir.”

“Yet I feel that you are being rude.”

“Sir?”

“I have my privates on display. Good manners would dictate that you do the same.”

Charlotte smiled.

“Oh yes sir. Sorry sir,” he said as he struggled to get his own cock and balls out of his black chauffer’s pants.

Harold studied them and snickered. “Not up to my standard, I see.”

“Oh no so. Not at all, sir.”

“Don’t fret; few are, right Charlotte, dear?”

“Right, Harold.”

“Tell us how we compare dear.”

The housekeeper smiled. God she loved this job. This man could even put Lady Charlotte on the spot.

“I’d say that the lengths of both of yours are about the same. But the girth. I’d say you may be double his size in that department, dear.”

“And our balls. Don’t forget the balls.”

“None can measure up to yours dear. But . .”

“But?”

“In the age department I’d have to say.”

“Don’t. How do our loads compare? Which delivers the more?”

“Now Harold, how would I know such a thing?”

“Then let’s find out. And remember, I have already discharged once. Are you game, Alfred?”

“Under the circumstances I shouldn’t think it would be a fair game.”

“I’ll run the risk. But to even things up I’ll cane you to cum. That should serve to help replenish me.”

The Taboo Machines

Carla could not wait to try out her new stainless steel goat milking machine. Her friends the Gaucho Girls had lots of experience with livestock and induced lactation. They used that type of machine themselves and wanted to share the useful technology with their new friend. Carla was pregnant and her body had begun to produce the hormones to transform. She felt a little nauseous sometimes.

The main effect was that she felt a lot hornier than usual…if that were possible. Nothing showed on her physique yet at all. She began taking some herbs to help with the induced lactation. Even someone not pregnant could induce breast milk production by regular suckling routines. Carla wanted to get her milk going as soon as the could. Her natural hormones, sucking and herbs should do the trick. Her nipples already had become swollen, distended and reddened, from the constant sucking.

She already had a breast pump at work. The goat milker was a step beyond the breast pump. This contraption had an industrial grade vacuum pump system and a constant duty motor. As soon as her and Bruce got back from their weekend in Nevada she opened up the boxes and read all the instructions. She cleaned and inspected everything. Then she hooked herself up and started pumping at the lowest settings. It really felt great. It was not as warm and emotional as someone’s mouth on her tits but, it was strong, adjustable and tireless. She had it hooked up to a grounded outlet and made herself comfortable on the sofa. Bruce saw the effect on her at once. She unconsciously spread her legs slightly and he knelt before her and began to eat her out delicately. The combination of breast and genital stimulation set her into a glorious string of orgasmic releases. Bruce tasted her sweet pussy and felt the arousal the machine added. Carla’s nipples always felt like they were hard wired directly to her pussy. Just a pinch or a pull on her breast tips made her wet and tingly down there. Having a machine hooked up was like going into orgasmic overdrive. Bruce licked her opening and all around her slit. He circled her clitoris and kissed over it touching it only indirectly. His wife shook and shuddered. She had been coming all weekend and his maddeningly slow attention brought her higher and higher into the unstoppable climax territory. She gushed into his mouth and squeezed his ears with her thighs holding on to him for dear life. The breast machine kept going and hurled her over the edge again and again.

She threw her head back and moaned and mumbled senseless words and sounds. Bruce paused and got up. He disconnected the milking machine and turned off the power switch. The whirring motor wound down and she nodded off into dreamland on the sofa. He cleaned up the machine in the kitchen and put it away in the pantry.

The next morning Carla went to the office and took some phone calls early and then called over to Mr Jensen to see if he had any clients or projects in mind. He had some Japanese investors coming the next day and he wanted to make sure they got some special attention. Carla promised she had some unique ideas to entertain them. Mr. Jensen said, his son was in town and wanted to speak with her about something too. Carla did not know what to make. She had fucked and sucked some of those rich kids in High School but, had not been in touch since. They had money and Mr. Jensen’s son had been pretty smart in school. She wondered what he might be up to in college. He had been kind of a techno nerd. He liked toy trains and amateur radio when other guys were into cars and pop music starlets.

The next day she took off from her regular office work and went to the hotel suite rented by Mr. Jensen. His son Ulvar was waiting at the table in the dining nook playing with a cool looking tiny train set. He had an old power control that looked like it was from the 1940’s or 50’s. The N scale set would fit on a card table and had a couple of mid century buildings and some figures around the simple oval. Ulvar looked kind of hot to Carla. He had a sharp sport coat and looked pretty fit these days. College must have got him in gear somehow.
He had paid her for oral sex at a freeway off ramp a few times when she was a high school hooker. She was a little lost for words but, he broke the ice. “I guess you and my dad are having some pretty big investment successes,” he said. “You are looking like a million dollar deal just standing here, so I am sure you have a classy touch.” He made her completely at ease about being an investment deal escort. Without bringing up any details he had let her know, he knew how good she looked and how important she was to his dad’s business. “I know those Japanese guys are pretty kinky characters,” he continued. “ They always used to bring me Japanese trains and electrical gadgets, when I was a kid. Let me show you what I have going here. You will get a laugh out of this.”

Ulvar pulled open his metal briefcase and produced a small shiny egg shaped metal object. He plugged it into his ancient train transformer and then took another wire with a silver coin soldered to it and wiped some gel from a tube on it. He then took a band aid and pasted it on Carla’s forearm. The he applied more gel to the egg and turned on the transformer to a medium setting. He touched Carla’s arm near the coin and she felt a tingling buzz on her skin. It was ticklish and actually felt good. She smiled unconsciously at his contraption. It felt good on her arm and she immediately wondered how it might feel in a more intimate area.. “Should we try somewhere else?” she asked.

“Go ahead and use your imagination,” Ulvar replied. “I am sure you can think of something Carla.”She removed the band aid fastened coin electrode from her arm and stepped out of her skirt. Then she pasted it on her inner thigh and took off her g-string panties. She rubbed the gel covered egg around her pussy with one hand and experimented with the transformer power control with the other. “Wow! That feels way better than I thought it might. It’s incredible.” Then her knees shook and she came in a shuddering thunderclap from the electrical stimulation. She came again almost before she knew what hit her the first time and then again. She pulled the egg away and looked at Ulvar. “You have been pretty creative here my friend,” she said, and smiled. “What else can this do?”

Ulvar dropped his slacks and took the little egg and stuck in inside inside his ass. Then he pulled off his boxers and smeared some of the gel on his dick. He touched it to the electrified membrane of Carla’s pussy and jolted her to another rising climax in just seconds. “Oh my god! I want to feel that inside!” Carla gasped. They joined together in a short circuit second. It had them both shaking and Carla worked the power control down and then back up as she gazed into his eyes. “Oh you are the best Ulvar! I never would have dreamed you could think this way,” she purred. She turned up the power slightly and Ulvar convulsed in involuntary ejaculation. Her electric pussy pumped his dick muscles to work the flow of sperm quickly up his shaft and into her puss.

Carla thought a moment and smiled saying, “That is so cool. I know those crazy Japanese guys are going to get off on that and be eating out of my hands while your dad gets them to sign the contracts.” Ulvar nodded and said, “Ok you get the idea. Here is the cleaner to get things ready again. There are several eggs and silver coins wired up and three extra power controls of a modern type. I do think that the train set is the best way to break the ice though. It is so innocent you can get them started before they have any idea what is up. I’ll let you go and get yourself ready. It was good to see you again.”

With that he dressed and winked at his High School hooker friend and then left the suite. Carla carefully examined the case full of gadgets and wiped off the ones they used. She closed in up and then tried out the trains to make sure she had them running innocently on their own. Then she freshened up and waited for the next call or knock on the door.

Mr. Jensen had a stretch limo full of dark suited investors coming up from the airport. They went to a waterfront bistro and had brunch after the overnight flight. It was still late morning when he brought the car full of eight silk suits to his exclusive hotel. The doorman knew the routine and led the men inside to the lobby. He brought their bags on a cart and they whizzed up up to a view room floor. Each man got his room keys and baggage delivered by a trio of porters. Then one by one Mr. Jensen brought them to Carla’s suite and sat down with some contracts. The distracted investors looked at the little trains and at Carla’s skimpy outfit. She was practically nude in her see through sheer outfit. The first man nodded as though he was paying attention to the stock offering but, had all his attention on Carla. She poured a drink and went into the bedroom for a moment. Mr. Jensen then pointed at some lines on the paperwork and got some initials and turned the pages. The man looked at the little train circling and Mr. Jensen let him wait until Carla returned. Now she had removed her panties and the sheer silk revealed everything from her distended nipples to her bare shaved pussy slit. Carla sat down next to him and put one of his hands on her breasts and pushed it into her flesh. He smiled and explored her spongy soft nipple through the sheer fabric. Carla opened the metal case and took a coin wired electrode and put in next to her pussy. She took another one and put it on his arm with some gel underneath. She quickly took the metal egg and applied more gel and touched his arm next to the electrode. He felt the buzzing feeling at once. Then she moved the coin inside his shirt just above his waistband. Again she touched him with the egg next to it but, moved it down inside his pants. When she touched his dick with it he looked her strait in the eye and stood up. He dropped his suit pants and his stiff dick popped out of his shorts. She kept the egg following his dick and traced it from base to tip slowly. He got hard and it quivered. She turned down the power and then switched the plug on his coin to reverse the polarity. She put gel on his dick and stood up to touch it to her moist pussy. He felt the shocking power at once and slid himself right into her hard wired pleasure pussy. She raised the current and he just smiled. Then she pumped against him and cycled the power up and down. He shook suddenly and the shot his load like a fire hose in a rushing gush of jizz. He was emptied out in a second and he stood in a daze. Mr. Jensen handed him a clipboard with the final signature line and he signed it without even looking. He was on auto pilot and his brain had checked out a few minutes before. He was the patriarch of the family group and with his signature all the others would follow suit just to save face. Nobody would doubt his judgment even if he had been literally thinking with his dick.

One by one the silk suits were led into Carla’s electric spiderweb. She got pretty clever at wiring them up, and getting the current onto their dick, in different ways. By the eighth man she had it down to a science. As investors they were used to girls being part of the signature ceremony. The last one dropped trousers on his own as he looked at the papers on the clipboard. He let Carla attach the wires without noticing exactly she was up to. When she hit the power switch, however, he focused completely on her device. He knew more about electricity than interest rates and investments. He signed his papers without even looking at them and let Carla work the controls. She drove his dick up and down the frequency and power band. She might have flown him around the room like a model plane, he was so under her electric control. Finally she had him pumping his balls dry and cinching up his nut sack to release a big come shot. He squirted, shot and spermed hard. He smiled and pulled his pants back up. Then he took his copies and shuffled back to his room.

Mr. Jensen was ecstatic. Carla was a wet little mess and she knew it had been a big day. The Japanese men had just funded a multi-million dollar stock deal. It was the first step of bringing it to a public company and then their money would bring in 5-10 times their investment in a few months. Besides the stock they would get thousands of warrants for future shares at a face value of pennies. These were likely to be worth thousands of times more if the public got excited about the new company. Her little pussy had just made him a fortune bigger than all his deals put together and that was just the first day. Mr. Jensen got down on his knees and worshiped Carla’s hot little pussy. He cleaned her messy pussy and sucked it out. He told her he would do anything for her right now. She had accomplished more than she had in her whole life and he wanted to reward her.
Carla giggled at his subservient position. For her, it had just been just another day as an escort in most regards. She took on eight Asian men in rapid succession and milked their balls dry one time. Her electrical assistance made it fun and easier than usual. Now the big boss was on his hands and knees offering her anything she wanted. She thought she might as well have some fun with this. “Strip down Mr. Jensen. I want you naked right now!” she ordered him.”You have been calling all the shots and it’s my turn to take charge right now.” She took his belt and snapped it like a whip. “Watch out now!” she said. “I am in control so, don’t forget it.” Again she snapped the belt but, right next to his dick where he could feel the shock wave in the air. Carla walked behind him and then blindfolded him with his shirt. The she covered his head with his jacket and tied it like a hood with his necktie.

She took the metal egg and stuck it up his ass and put one of the coin electrodes in a shot glass. Then she added some water with a pinch of salt. Carla then turned the power control to near zero and set the glass on the table and pushed Mr. Jensen up to stand in front of it. She placed his dickhead in the electrified water and slowly turned up the power. His wrinkled old dick started for fill with blood as the stimulation began. She put ice in the water and turned the power back down. His cock shrunk back and she laughed and taunted her subject. “What happened to that little wrinkle worm?” she called. “Did it get scared?” Then she took a deeper tumbler and filled it with ice water and stuck his dick completely in instead of just the tip. His cock shriveled even more in the ice water bath. She let him just sit there blindfolded and hooded. He was her’s for now and she enjoyed making him do her bidding. She got a wash cloth and filled it with ice and wrapped it around his balls freezing them and shrinking them up against his body. She said nothing and just let him lose all feeling and become numb. Mr. Jensen’s dick had shrunk to the size of his pinkie finger and his balls were sucked up inside his torso in hiding.

“Your little dick turned into a clit now Mrs. Jensen. I guess you have a pussy instead of balls, what happened?” she taunted him. Mr. Jensen was in shock he had not expected things to flip like this. Carla had taken charge and he had been transformed to a blinded helpless situation he had never experienced.

Carla pushed him back against the wall and took her stocking and tied his hands to a door knob. He was pretty helpless. Then she got down on her knees silently in front of him. She took the wash cloth full of ice away from his balls and then took is frozen dick into her warm mouth. He was so numb that he could hardly feel her attention. He was trapped and controlled and desensitized. She had him reduced to nothing. Now she slowly began to bring him back. Carla gulped his dick and tongue licked it end to end. She sucked his balls out of hiding and heated them in her mouth. She fingered his ass and tickled his prostrate gland inside. His erection came to life and his balls thawed out of hibernation. She gland fingered him inside and stroked his fluids to life. The skillful fingering up his ass took over and his balls felt the prostrate fluid being squeezed out by Carla’s digital probing. He moaned under his hood and she smiled at her mastery of the situation. She backed off on her sucking and just let her prostrate stimulation take over and work up his release. It was slow but relentless. Her pressure forced involuntary response that began to contract up his dick and transport his juice. The pre cum reached her mouth and she savored his taste. Then he groaned and mumbled under his shrouded head cover. It felt good and he was unable to see what was happening to him. He had gone from ice cold to full heat and was naked and bound to a door knob. It was crazyness and he was disoriented. The his dick caught fire and his gland released all control of his semen. He shot hard into Carla’s mouth and she sucked in all and swallowed his jizz. “Mmm good! That taste is what I needed!” she murmured. “Give me your seeds. I need that nut juice to sustain me. Give it all.”

He was shaken and taken. Never had he come so hard like that. He never had a prostrate job and the ice and electric prelude had him lost in a world of new sensations. Carla unbound his hands and pulled the hood of his head. She kissed him passionately on his lips and held him close and pressed her breasts against his naked flesh. “You know I love you Mr. Jensen!” she said. “You will always be taken care of and I know you will take care of me. Our special bond is just an occasional thrill but, it is hot and you need to know I feel it.” She looked him in the eyes and then went and got dressed in her more conservative business outfit. She now looked like a lawyer or court reporter not a sexy escort or whore house slut. She did it all from big business to nasty ranch fuck. She was confident about her future and her bosses son had shown her some new electrical tricks.

Mr. Jensen straightened himself up in his suit and they went down to the lobby it was mid afternoon and they had accomplished a great deal. They went out on the street and walked to a small bar for a drink. The left their investors to their hotel and toasted their fun and profits. He took his briefcase and signed over tens of thousands of warrants to Carla after the IPO they would be worth a couple of dollars but, if the company moved forward a few years from now, when they were exercised it could be in the millions. Then he signed over a couple of thousand shares. They would be worth $80,000 at face value in a few months at the IPO and if it took off it could go much higher to a quarter million or more.

Not bad for a day’s work for a bad girl she thought. She had just one small drink since she was pregnant. A celebratory sip was ok but, she had to think about her child too. They went back to Jensen’s office and she asked him if he would take a turn on her tit sucking need. She told him she was intending to induce lactation and would appreciate his occasional help on her strict schedule. He happily complied with her request and she finished her work day and headed home to her waiting husband Bruce. Jensen had the driver deliver the train set and electrical kit to her house at his son’s request. He and his son both got their rocks off on Carla’s talent that day and they both wanted to show their how much it meant to them.

Back at home Bruce was waiting for his hot-wife to return. She had been scheduled to work her regular office job and he had no idea she had made tens of thousands of dollars soon and perhaps millions in the not to distant future. Carla looked a little thrashed. He tasted the alcohol in her mouth and her clothes were not quite as neat ofter her last tit suckling session. He wondered what she had been up to but, he never questioned her about her sex work. She would tell him if he asked or if she wanted to share it. He knew she had some skills and she knew how to capitalize on them.

Carla made a salad and set the table. She kissed her husband deeply and cupped his dick in her hand before they sat down to eat. They chatted about her lactation progress. Her boobs felt like they were undergoing changes and getting ready to excrete their gifts soon. After dinner she wanted to get hooked up to the goat milking machine again and she wanted to give Bruce an electric fuck while she did. They finished the salad and she got up and prepared a pasta sauce and served some fresh noodles. The slow dining gave them time to be together and the process was part of the enjoyment of the meal.

After the light dinner she massaged Bruce’s shoulders as he sat at the table. She told him she had something new she wanted to try and then cleared the table. She went and took a shower and changed into a silk short kimono called a hapi coat. Then she got out the train set and set it up on the coffee table. Bruce watched the tiny train circling the little buildings and wondered if she had been to a toy store or met a hobbyist at work. He massaged his wife’s feet and had an after dinner cocktail. After a while Carla got up and brought the metal case with the electrical toys in it. She told Bruce to change into his bath robe and come back to the sofa. The trains circled the table and as the lights dimmed outside the little engine’s headlight explored the little town on the table in the twilight.

Bruce sat down on the couch and Carla had him lie back on the sofa. She told him to close his eyes and relax and she taped one of the coin electrodes on his thigh near his groin. She took the wire lead and plugged him to the train transformer. Then she took the metal egg and wired it up and covered it with the conductive gel. She warmed the metal in her hands and then adjusted the power to a low setting. Then Carla contacted his cock shaft just above his balls and his dick twitched with the muscle stimulating effect. She worked it up towards the end but, returned before touching his glans. With her other hand she turned up the voltage gradually and watched his face and dick for reactions. His head shook with involuntary movement. His dick twitched at her fingers electric command. With on hand she played the power and the other wandered with the stimulator. He started to show a rhythmic pulsation moving up his dick. She turned up the power and traced up and down his shaft. The color of his skin turned flushed and reddened as she turned up the voltage. His face shuddered and she knew he as close. Carla turned up the power one more little notch and put the electrode firmly against the most sensitive part of his dick head and held it there. She watched the fluid working up his plumbing tube and the first precum at the opening. He suddenly humped his hips up and shot a spurt and then another. He blew hard like a pressure washer and hit his own face and shot semen all over his chest as he lay there. Carla held the power on and he kept squirting more and more. It was a flow of large proportion. Then she stopped and undid the electrode on his crotch. She kissed him and licked up his sperm mess. She cleaned her husband with her mouth and then she told him to open his eyes and see the apparatus.

The simplicity surprised him. Toy train technology and some soldered connections were the basis of the pleasure machine. He wondered who or where the contraption came from. He went down on Carla and pushed her back on the couch to lick her pussy. She was clean and tasty with no sign of her day of nasty come dumping there. He ate her slowly and made her come at his tongue’s command. It made him hard to smell and taste her hot pussy and he wanted to fuck her deep.

Carla got up after she came and brought out the milking machine from the kitchen. She hooked up the goat milking system to her nipples and switched on the power. Then she hooked up an electrode to another egg and stuck its gel covered mass into her ass. She plugged in the other egg and stuffed it into her husband’s ass and took the control in hand. The goat milker worked her tits rhythmically and she felt her mammary glands coming to life. The nipple stimulation went straight to her pussy too and then her husband stuck his electrified dick into her nipple fired cunt slit. She was electrified like nothing she could imagine. Even without moving or stroking the milking machine had her on the verge and Bruce’s electrified cock was like a magic want that could send her over the edge with a single touch. She was on fire and she loved it. Carla shook and quivered and came like she never had before. She was turned on literally and she was aroused emotionally and fucked physically…. It was incredible and it was just getting started. Bruce would go longer on his second round and he fucked her brains loose. He stuck her and poked her and hit every power point inside and out. He ground his pubic bone into her hooded clitoris and mashed it until she came there again and again. Her g-spot felt his expert penetrating positioning she shook and moaned wildely. Her tits began to secrete just a few drops but, the new sensation added another dimension to her lost in space feeling. She was in the clouds and past the moon. Her spirit flew around like a lost bird in the room. She gasped for air and sweated all over and cried tears of love for her husband. She turned off the power on their electrodes and the milking machine. She unhitched her tits and then just let her husband fuck her until he climaxed. She felt it coming and asked him to save a little for her raw nipples. He pumped is load deep and pulled out the last squirt for her bosom’s request. She massaged his healing fluid on to her tattered tit points and felt a little of her own milk oozing from the spongy tissue. Now she knew the sex charged breast feeling the Gaucho Girls were getting with their constant lactation. “It is starting to flow Bruce,” she said. “Soon you can feed on my nourishment and take my gift.”