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Tales of Lost Lenore 01
- Lenore Found" by CraigOOL
BDSM
- A gift slave arrives on the doorstep
[Author's notes: Warning! This is a BDSM sex story. There are strong Dominance and Submission themes in this story. There are some interracial themes in this story. There is no incest but there are references to it. This story has substantial male/female, female/female, MFM, FFM and group sex sexual contact. This hopefully will be hot enough for the people who like these themes, as it does have a lot of sex in it. For those who don't like these themes please move along. Civil and constructive comments about writing are appreciated, hate speech will be deleted.]
[All Characters are 18 or over at the time of any sexual contact in this story]
The doorbell rang in the empty house, and I yank open the solid steel front door. Before me is displayed a plenitude of pulchritude, a body sculpted by the Gods themselves. I'd always thought of her as Gal Gadot's (34B-24-34) butch lesbian cousin, maybe the porn star Lucy Li with dyke short cropped hair (from her time in the military), with bigger breasts and ass from her Hispanic heritage (34C-24-36). She has a heart shaped face (unlike Gadot's oval one), with her hair barely reaching the bottom of her ears, although much longer (and rather less butch, more fem) than she traditionally wore it.
She is a walking wet dream, designed to walk the world and make men cry (and bite a knuckle just from looking at her ass alone) for what they cannot have - with the fingers of a single hand set of exceptions of men granted access to her intimacies (that I knew of). Perfect round C cup breasts barely covered by a Danskins Lace Bralette, high beams on full stun (or nipples ready for launch, pick your metaphor).
Flat six pack flesh leads to some very low slung on the hips tights, showing the top of her dessert plate sized dark fur triangle which reaches almost hip to hip (trimmed but never shaved). Her hands are palm up, open to her sides, almost as if she is doing a curtsy without bending over, while her wanton wicked face has a smile a mile wide (in a Carly Simon sized four dick mouth), surprisingly with very tastefully done club style smoky makeup, with whore red dick sucking lipstick. She almost never wears makeup, and it should have given me a clue.
"Jonette Lenore Cowperson, as I live and breathe!" I exclaim in joy. Three generations ago their family name was 'C.De Vaca' or literally 'horsemen of the cow'. But instead of being caballeros or vaqueros (the Spanish forms of cowboy) they anglicized it to 'Cow person'. My ex wife is her aunt, and routinely had sex with Lenore's brother, her nephew. This long lost niece-in-law is one of the lights of my life, but I rarely had the pleasure of seeing her, especially in the past couple of years after our divorce.
"Lost Lenore, hopefully lost no more. May I come in Sir?" she says in a much softer voice than I am used to from her. She used to be nearly hard core lez in appearance, with hardcore dyke butch cut hair and wardrobe. Her voice used to match that, full of angst and aggravation, grievances to be placated. I saw life soften her over the years and am very glad to see the trend continued.
"Cum wherever you want!" I respond with our traditional banter.
"Not unless you give me a hug, Sir." Lenore fakes a frown as she steps inside to make our bodies collide, before I can even respond.
Her full C cup breasts have never needed a bra as long as I have known her (almost two decades, since she was a teenager), and they don't need one now. Had I any idea why her high beams were on, it would have been erased by the proof she'd just dumped on my nose. Her cunt is in full lather, perhaps the sweetest smelling hot pussy ever, as her claws dig into my ass to be certain this hug will last just as long as she wants it to last, and not a moment more, nor a moment less.
"Sir, grab my ass firmly. Pretend like we are lovers. In reality, there is no part of me you cannot fondle anywhere, in front of anyone." Lenore gushes as her head nuzzles my neck and shoulder.
Some women are lucky enough to have perfect asses. I have no illusions about Lenore's. I have seen her daily workout routine, and the care and feeding of those perfectly firm, perfectly soft breasts, with the sculpting of the flawless firm, but still soft ass cheeks. She has intentionally fully relaxed those cheeks (more properly called buns of steel) to grant me complete access. It is like being hypnotically compelled to kneed dough, I can't stop myself, even if I wanted to do so. She knew that too.
My mind starts to wonder about what is possible, because while her brother Seth, my ex Maddy and Lenore shared a long threesome, I spent that night ravishing Seth's girlfriend Joeanna, more affectionately known as Ho (Since J's in Spanish are H's), or 'Denise the Ho' - since she is Joeanna Denise - (black, thick, and savory). In fact, Ho looks very much like Brittany White, being Black, short (5'4"), with enough tits (36E) and ass for a woman twice her size. "Boobs and booty for days in a convenient carrying size" Nora often teased.
"What is up with the Sir?" I finally snap to her use of the formal address.
"Please don't be angry with me Sir (groans). I'm in trouble, I need help, and only you can help me. Please. I will do anything, Sir. Anything." Lenore soothes, as she kisses my neck, slowly, gently at first, then more forcefully, until I have a hickey on my neck. Did she just mark me as her property?
"Perhaps we should get a drink and chat." I offer, as I start to extricate myself from our embrace.
"On the sofa. Bailey's rocks if you have it, Sir." Lenore says as she skips into the living room, clearly happy. It is her teasing me again, as she knows if there is any alcohol in the house, there will at least be Bailey's. What is with this alternating submissive, Domme bitch slap routine? Is she trying to play switch to keep from giving into her true submissive nature?
As I fix the drinks my mind starts to turn to the knowns and the unknowns. Lenore is profoundly bi, with a distinct lesbian tilt the past twenty years. To my knowledge, only three penises have ever been inside her, her prom date, her husband before she joined the military (one tour and out), and her brother Seth. There was one night where I got to see that in full bloom with Seth, Maddy (my ex-wife, Seth's Aunt) and Lenore in a no holes barred threesome, while Seth's luscious thick black girlfriend (Ho) and I had a knockdown, drag out fuck battle for final dominance of the galaxy. We won.
Seth was well endowed, so from their verbal cries Maddy and Lenore had a great time, plus Maddy could not stop talking about having her pussy eaten by a woman for weeks (a first for her at that point). Having been out of the loop for a few years (since having divorced Maddy when she turned company whore), I need some more information on how their family is doing these days.
I sit on the sofa, while Lenore lays down on her back, head rubbing my groin lightly from side to side slowly, one leg on the floor, one leg over the back of the couch. I can see the crotch of her tights is wet with excitement. As I focus in on her pussy, I can see these tights are nearly transparent in the light reflected off the ceiling by the Lumiere Torch Lamp. I can see the pussy fur clearly, with shaved lips which are clearly swollen. She is trying to get me thinking with my dick and not my head. She is succeeding. Too many steps ahead of me, as always.
"I was sorry to hear about you and Maddy, Sir." Lenore says softly.
"Thanks for that. It is what it is. When you become the cum dump for an entire company, your primary relationship is bound to suffer." I offer gently.
"Is it true they posted a 'Free Use' sign in her office, and it has a picture of her blowing three guys while being fucked by another on the back?" Lenore finally gets a question out without tacking 'Sir' on the end.
"Not just true, but her life, morning noon and night. Nothing but a company fuck slut, with all the dick that will fit inside her. She also has to service the wife of the owner of the company, and his secretary. First two weeks we went through two tubes of toothpaste while she tried to get the taste of the wife's pussy out of her mouth. I guess she finally got used to it. Seems happy now about it all somehow." I explain, without truly being able to understand.
"That was Maddy back during the threesome. Loved to get her kitty licked, finger food only for anyone else. But her fingers were talented, Sir." Lenore remembers wistfully.
"So what's up with Seth and Ho?" I ask gently, knowing I was treading on delicate ground. Seth and Ho wanted a permanent threesome with Lenore, but right about that time she got assigned as a roving troubleshooter for the big shipping company she works for, which Maddy always suspected was her way of saying no without having to say no directly.
"Seth passed not long after you and Maddy divorced. I still keep in touch with Ho. She's now a manager setting up new stores for her company. My Gawd does she ever have a crush on you! I can't blame her, after the sounds you made her make! No one has ever equaled that for her and I must formally relay her offer of room, board, and airfare for a week in Vegas with you, I, and her so we can attempt to better it, Sir. Lord knows I have tried many times on my own to better your performance and couldn't get her there, which just leaves me in awe. You are going to have to teach me what you do to pussies to make Ho screech like that, Sir. Preferably using my pussy to demonstrate, of course." Lenore pleads.
"Is that consent for us to be intimate?" I tease.
"It is my consent for you to do with me as you wish, intimately, privately or publicly, Sir. So when Seth passed, I was still a vagabond troubleshooter, and the folks just packed up and moved to Costa Rica, which I hear is some kind of heaven for older swingers. Now that I have been granted permission to pick a base city and stay there, I find my family is gone. I can't even stay with my aunt unless I want to join her whore corps, any woman in her house is 'free use'. So instead, I offer myself as your submissive, and consent in advance to being used as you wish. Please let me stay here with you and love you Sir." Lenore begs.
"So what kind of experience do you have as a submissive?" I ask gently.
"Most of the major cities have large BDSM communities, the ones on the coasts tend to have pay-to-play dungeons as well. I quickly got tired of the sushi pick up scene in the bars and drifted to the dark side. I found a good session cleared my head like nothing else. I ran into a woman in NY who was very expensive, 300$ per hour, but she was the best Domme I have ever met. Trained me to be a submissive, poses, impact play, non-play service, full slut slave service. Unlike Maddy, it is the belonging, not just the fucking as far as I am concerned. I would love to know what Ho knows about how you make love, Sir." Lenore urges huskily.
