My name is Sam Harrison and I am a middle-aged, unmarried, but successful hedge fund manager and I have a very commanding personality. But I am also a serial pervert who enjoys Sadism and Masochism, for years I would pay a dominatrix to do her worst to me, but this was no longer enough. I needed more, I wanted to be controlled and have my will taken away from me. I was lost and searching for something and then I found her.
I met her through a chat room and after weeks of talking we finally met in person. She was beautiful, exotic, foreign and middle-aged although she looked younger. She had raven black hair and dark eyes, white fair skin and a slender, but curvy body. Her name is Nazli Hossein, a divorced immigrant from Azerbaijan, she has two daughters, Ayzel 18 and Durna 21, and her ex-husband has left them and emigrated back to Azerbaijan.
Nazli wants me to move in with her and her daughters and become a sex and domestic slave to the family. My entire income would go to her and she would give me a monthly allowance out of it. Her and her daughter would decide what sexual treats I would get and when. She would be my leader and her daughters would be her deputies. I agree and plan to move in after a few days and I am very excited. I am keeping this journal and will document what happens.
Day One
I am very nervous and I have pulled up to the Hossein's home and I knock on the door. Nazli answers and she is polite to me and welcomes me in. I am introduced to her two daughters. Ayzel, who is the youngest, is so unbelievably beautiful she has blonde hair and hazel eyes with petite figure and curves. Durna looks like a younger version of her mother and we both sit around and have cake and coffee.
Nazli "Now then Sam, I have a list of things for you to do. Firstly, you must surrender your car keys and your wallet and hand me your account pass codes. Secondly, you need to clean the dishes and then do the laundry. Thirdly, you must pay us $10, 000 for the pleasure of being here. Fourthly, you must clean our shoes and lastly, one of us will decide what sexual pleasure we seek from you. Let's get started."
I hand over all my personal possessions and personal information that she requested. Most of the chores are unremarkable until the laundry. Nazli comes into the laundry room and instructs me on how they want their laundry done. But while searching the basket, I stumble upon Ayzel's pink panty and Nazli pulls them out. She places them near my nose.
Nazli: "Oh yeah, you like the smell of my daughter's panty don't you? Ayzel dirty underwear, she gets very wet during the day, her pussy starts dripping. America has made her into a really horny person. Go on smell it, her fresh young pussy, which has not yet been deflowered. I really hope a big strong American man deflowers her."
She places Ayzel's dirty panty onto my face and covers my eyes and nose. The aroma of smells of a virgin is heavenly and I feel myself becoming hard. I close my eyes and get lost, lost in Ayzel's wonderland. Nazli pulls the panty off my face and orders me to open my mouth, she rolls the panty up and shove it into my mouth and orders me to shut my mouth. I resume the laundry with the panty in my mouth.
Placing the girls' dirty clothes into the washing machine, but all I can think about is violating Ayzel's fresh pussy. I would pay her $100, 000 if she would let me pop her cherry and I would worship her for a long as I live. I remove Ayzel's panty from my mouth and place it into the washing machine and start the wash.
A few hours later and I am cleaning the living room floor and the three girls' are sitting around talking to one another. Nazli turns to address me.
Nazli: "Forgot to tell you, we have assigned you a number, by which we will now refer to you as. Number 42 or we may just call you slave."
The girls go back to their conversation.
Durna: "Forgot to tell you, Michael the black man, is coming over. But I have a problem, he wants a blow job, but his cock is huge and I don't know how to handle him." She says to Nazli.
Nazli: "Oral sex is the best way for us to assert out feminity over inferior masculinity. Men act tough, but all they want is a good blow job. What you need to do is take some Ice cubes, gently rub and tease the cock. Use your finger and hit his sensitive spots- if he's circumcised than between his balls and penis is a good area to massage. If he's not, than push back the foreskin and tease. Use plenty of tongue and even lick between the legs. Only deep-throat him once you feel able too and use plenty of lubricant."
Durna: "I will, thanks."
Nazli: "Don't worry, Number 42 will be watching you and he'll make sure you are okay."
The girls continue to laugh and share dirty secrets and after a few hours, I am preparing dinner for them plus Durna's friend, who will arrive soon. Nazli comes into the kitchen and we begin a conversation.
Nazli: "Number 42, do you have any questions about your role this evening? You are to watch Durna have sex and assist her if called upon by her. You are not to interfere of your own accord and you are not allowed to masturbate. You must remain as still as possible, and when they are done, help clean up."
"Yes Mistress Nazli," I respond.
Nazli: "You might find this strange parenting, but all I want is for the best for those girls. They have freedom I have never enjoyed and they are happy. Their father, my Husband, was very strict on them and imposed after school curfews on them. Both Durna and Ayzel were made to wear Hijabs in public and were routinely punished for arbitrary things."
Dinner arrived and I served everyone, before taking a seat and began eating my dinner. Michael and Durna are looking at each other in a flirtatious way and they are rubbing each other legs under the table. They are telling crude jokes and exchanging sexual innuendos, much of it, pretty graphic and nobody seems to care. But while the center of attention is on Durna and Michael, I cannot stop staring at Ayzel. Her beautiful smile, the way she plays with her hair and her innocence, fascinates me. I want her all to myself.
The meal finishes and Durna takes Michael's hand and lead him towards her bedroom and I follow suit. I look forward to seeing Durna in action. I've take position in Durna's closet with the door open enough to see the action, but closed enough to create the illusion of privacy and make me feel like a peeping tom. The couple are laughing and kissing each other and I see tongue exchanging mouths.
I try to remain focused and composed, but it's hard and I can feel an erection growing. The happy couple are ripping each other's clothes off and soon both are naked. Durna places her hand on Michael's balls and strokes them and Michael groans. Oh it looks so good, I wish it was me. Durna gets on her knees and starts stroking Michael's penis, she rolls back the head and teases it with her tongue. Licking Michael up and down, before inserting his manhood into her mouth and deepthroats.
She is struggling, but doing very well. Loud sucking sounds only make me harder and this goes on for twenty-minutes. It is a very wet affair. Michael inserts his penis into Durna's pussy and starts fucking her and Durna screams her lungs out. The little slut is enjoying it and the smell of sex and sweat drifts towards my nose. They fuck for 30-minutes and I can smell cum. Both are finished and spends an hour talking and getting ready. They leave the room and I leave the closet and clean up after them.
