The Teasing Taylors – Prologue

The Taylor twins had never been so excited in their lives. Admittedly they had been fairly short lives so far, but now that they had reached their 16th birthdays, they were in for a treat that both had been awaiting eagerly for almost the past 12 months.

They were bubbling with pent-up excitement as they climbed aboard the express from Paddington due for Taunton, in England’s West Country, where they would be picked up by their aunt, the lovely former model, Coco Allcourt, 40.

The twins were identical – and both dark-haired, with severe, almost lesbian haircuts. But there was nothing of the dyke about Anna or Emma. Both were lusty young ladies – virgins, certainly, but lusty.

Since they were identical, they used a color system to distinguish them for others. Anna, who was the elder by about 10 minutes, always wore black, when they were not in school clothes. Her sister, red. That applied, especially, to their lingerie.

And their mother, Jane Allcourt, a now-retired actress and two years her sister Coco’s senior, saw that her beloved twins always wore sexy and expensive lingerie.

The twins chattered away in their first-class compartment, but the presence of a stern-looking, ascetic man in a  dog-collar, prevented them from discussing what they really wanted to talk about.

They had, truth be told, discussed it for hours before in the privacy of their bedrooms in Sloane Square. How, on reaching the ripe old ages of 16, both would be permitted to play “mistress-slave” games with their talll, dark, handsome Uncle Rick.

Rick – his real name was Richard - at 35, was five years younger than his busty blonde wife, but he was the man who had brought the money to the marriage, which was now in its fifth year. A former computer programmer, he had stumbled across an invention in the arcane dot com world that had made him a millionaire many, many times over.

It had helped him purchase the remote mansion, some 20 miles from Taunton, and provide his wife with two maids, a chauffeuse and a cook. They were all female, and all four took their turns along with Coco to punish him during protracted, erotic sex games. All were paid ample enough salaries to prevent them revealing anything about the Allcourts’ bizarre sex life.

Now, the twins were 16 – the age of legal consent for things sexual in England and Wales – they were to be introduced into that bizarre life. They had stumbled across it on a visit just after their 15th birthdays, and their aunt had sat them down and explained the facts of life as it pertained to the occupants of Paine Hall. Then she gave them the promise that had kept their atingle with anticipation for the previous 12 months, almost.

The train sped through the leafy, sun-dappled countryside of Berkshire, then Wiltshire, before cutting into Somerset, then coming to a stop at the old market town of Taunton.

The girls picked up their small bags – just lingerie and bikinis would be all they would need, their Aunt Coco had told them – resisted the temptation to poke their tongues out at the vicar, and made their way off the platform and outside into the warm August sunshine.

There they found their Aunt Coco waiting for them, dressed in an unseasonably hot outfit, of black leather jeans and black leather bomber jacket. The jacket could not hide the magnificence of their DD breasts, which the girls were told by one of the maids were in the 40-inch region.

“Hi my darlings,” cried Aunt Coco, as they approached. “You remember Vanessa.”

The twins did. Vanessa was 40, tall, statuesque and black, with her straightened hair pulled back in a severe ponytail. She was wearing a grey chauffeur’s outfit, black boots and black gloves. She smiled warmly. But her looks were deceiving – Vanessa was employed for her exquisite cruelty.

The twins clambered into the back seat of the large Rolls-Royce, and their aunt settled in the jump seat and looked at them.

“Well,” she said, a big beam on her pretty face, suntanned from hours by the pool at Paine Hall, “excited?”

Anna spoke first. “We’ve been waiting for this moment for almost a year, aunty,” she said. “And we’re wetting ourselves at the thought of the games we’re going to play with Uncle Rick,” added her twin sister.

“Well I’m afraid you’re going to have to wait for a few more hours, my darlings,” said Coco. “Rick’s not due home till gone midnight, he’s at some boring business conference.”

The girls’ faces fell. “But until you start playing with him tomorrow morning,” she added, “I’m going to tell you what games you can play with him, what the rules are and show you the games room down in the basement.

The girls’ faces brightened.

Vanessa drove the Rolls through narrow country lanes until they reached the gates to the large estate. They swung open and then the car drove down a long driveway to Paine Hall itself.

“Come on in and meet the rest of the team,” said Coco, “two of them are new and cook’s dying to say hello again.”

Inside the magnificently panelled old country home, two girls dressed in black maid’s uniforms were waiting to be introduced.

The first to greet the Taylors was a blonde, with shortish-cut hair, named Charlie. The second, a black girl with flowing, black hair which came almost to the upper crest of her buttocks, was Katie.

“These lovely young things will take part with us from time to time in the games with Rick,” explained Coco. “They both 28 years-old and both have worked in, er, how can I put it?”

“Houses of correction, ma’am?” suggested the blonde and all the women laughed aloud.

“Correct,” said Coco, unable to suppress a big grin. “Houses of correction – very much like Paine Hall, eh girls?” she added, beaming at the twins. More laughter.

“Now come and meet cook,” said Coco, leading the way through several dark-panelled corridors to the large kitchen.

The twins followed their aunt, her body sheathed in its gleaming leather, and in the kitchen they were introduced to the woman they remembered from their last visit – the fateful visit when they were promised this wonderful gift from their aunt.

“Mrs Manners has been so looking forward to your return, girls,” said Coco, before introducing them to the tall, busty cook.

Mrs Manners looked fondly on the twins. “My, my,” she said, approvingly, “you two have grown up and no mistake. But that will all be for the better when you get to help us keep your Uncle Rick in line, eh?”

The twins both hugged the cook, a native of deepest Somerset, who spoke with a West Country burr and looked like everyone’s favorite aunt. But, according to their actual aunt, appearances could be deceptive.

“Mrs Manners can wield a lash and submit a slave to a humiliating facesitting,” she had told them in one talk leading up to their 16th birthday present. “Rick quavers in front of her, mark my words!”

‘Now you gals run along, I’ve got dinner to prepare,” she said, playfully spanking Anna on her rump. Anna wondered how much more strict she would be with a naked Uncle Rick stretched over her lap!

“Righto, you two,” said Aunt Coco. “Now let me show you to your room – I knew you’d like to share – and then while I enjoy a nice sherry before dinner, I will explain some of the games you can play with your naughty old uncle!”

The girls unpacked in a flash. They couldn’t wait to get back downstairs for that chat with their aunty!

To be continued.

                  The Teasing Taylors – the Rules of the Game

Downstairs, Anna and Emma found their aunt sitting back in a large, black leather easy chair. She had unbuttoned her black bomber jacket and they could see quite a lot of her big, beautiful 40-inch globes.

She was sipping on a sherry, a decanter of the stuff was on a little wine table next to her chair.

“Sit on the couch girls,” said the blonde, 40-year-old. “Drinks?”

“Cokes,” said Anna, and Coco rang a little brass bell standing beside the decanter. Charlie came, took her mistress’s order, and departed.

“Now girls,” said their aunt, “I’ve drawn up a series of little tease games you can play with your uncle downstairs. Some involve water sports – you know about water sports, I presume?”

Emma replied quickly: “Of course, auntie, we saw a video or two here, remember? After we’d found out about uncle. It’s where we pee on him.”

“Or where he drinks our peepee,” piped up Anna, as soon as her sister had finished.

“Yes, well there are other variants to it, including games where he drinks bottled and chilled urine,” said Coco, “but I guess you’ve got the gist of it. There are two water sports games you can play with him downstairs.”

The Taylor twins looked delighted.

“There are also whipping games,” she added. “His back, buttocks, front and his cock and balls can be targeted – but nothing severe down there, understood?”

The twins nodded.

“Then there’s a pony game, where he gets ridden. There’s some mild electro torture fun – again, nothing severe – and, of course, there’s face sitting. You’ll enjoy that, eh?”

The girls nodded, vigorously.

Then Charlie was back with two long glasses filled with ice and coke.

As she was serving the teenagers, Coco continued: “So, that’s what’s up for grabs in the basement. There will be eight games and they are up on a wheel – like that Wheel of Fortune TV show thing.

“You will go in turns and that way you can decide who goes first. Each game will last for eight minutes – eight games, eight minutes. Which means that the games will occupy 64 minutes.

“Once a game has been chosen by rolling, it is removed from the program. That way you’re not down there all day.

“Naturally, you will be down there for longer than the 64 minutes because you have to get him into different positions for the various games. For example, the flogging games take place in either a flogging frame or over a padded leather bench.

“And the facesitting involves him being strapped down on a torture bench. But you well get help in that, for a while, until you learn the ropes, as it were.

“Either Mrs Manners, or one of the maids will help you out and get him into position. Although when he’s strapped on the bench, or in the flogging frame, protocol demands that he bring out into the middle of the games room – ha, I nearly said ‘torture chamber’ – for you to strap him in. Just an added humiliation.

“Then, in the afternoon, you will play the same eight games with him again – only this time, reversing the order.”

Anna put up her hand, just as if she was in class. “So if ‘facesitting’ comes up first and I’ve already sat on his face in the morning, Emma will get to do it in the afternoon?”

“Correct,” said her aunt. “And the order in the afternoon will, of course, be totally different to that of the morning’s session because it’s all down to the where the point on the board ends up.”

This time, Emma put up her hand. “What do we wear, auntie?”

“Sexy lingerie, bikinis, fetish gear – we can kit you out in that, we’ve got wardrobes full of the stuff,” said Coco. “Or you can go naked. But high heels or boots are a must.”

Then Anna had a question. “So, er, let’s see – er, when we facesit him we can be in the nude, auntie?”

Coco laughed. “Well, if you’re wearing a bikini bottom, for example, I strongly urge you to remove it before you facesit the slave, or there won’t be anywhere near as much fun for you! Or him!”

The twins giggled.

Coco continued with her pre-games instructions. “Now, we won’t be doing this with him every day. Other people get to play with my lovely perverted old slave, and sometimes there will be no basement games but some outdoors stuff.”

“Such as?” the twins chorused, in unison.

“Such as pony rides – we’ve got a couple of buggies that he can pull. One’s a single-seater, the other can take two passengers. He works up a nice sweat pulling that.

“Sometimes we play games out by the pool. We’ll show you all that stuff after you’ve worked out what the basement games are all about. Oh, yes – one thing that’s very important.”

The girls leaned forward. “No, absolutely no scat,” said Coco. “Pee – water sports – are all part of the fun, but nothing brown. Understood.”

Emma and Anna screwed up their noses. “Ewwww,” said Anna, “do people do that?” “Gross,” said her sister.

“Now,” said Coco, cheerfully, draining her sherry glass and replenishing the drink, “let’s go down and I’ll show you where the Games Room is. Bring your cokes.”

Both twins got eyefuls of their aunt’s superb superstructure as she led the way down into the bowels of the building. At the end of a long, brightly-lit, concrete corridor was large oak door. On it, cleverly hung up, was a single-tailed leather lash.

Coco punched in a code – “I’ll tell you the code later, but it’s so no one who shouldn’t know about what goes on in her can get in” – and pushed the door open.

The twins gasped in awe as they saw how the Games Room was equipped. There was a torture bench. A padded flogging bench. A whipping frame – portable, slave for the flogging of. And hanging on hooks around the heavily-draped, velvet-curtained walls, were whips, floggers and martinets of all sizes and descriptions.

The ceiling of the room was one massive mirror. The carpet was thick and lush. The girls were impressed!

“Now, girls,” said their aunt, “who do you want to assist you with Uncle Rick tomorrow morning?”

The girls looked at each other and Emma spoke for them. “Do you have any suggestions, auntie?” she asked.

Coco smiled. “Well, I would suggest dear old Mrs Manners. She’s 50, but she’s a real dominatrix and I think since she likes you so much she’ll be delighted to help you out with Rick. What do you say?”

The twin nodded their agreement. “Good, then that’s settled,” said Aunt Coco. “I shall, of course, keep an eye on proceedings, I may even pop in and give Mrs Manners a hand, too.”

Seeing a puzzled look on the twins’ faces, Coco pointed to the four corners of the large room. There, pointed down to where the action would be played out, were four video cameras.

“I can watch on a screen and zoom in on anything that looks particularly spicy,” laughed the busty blonde. “Now, let’s see if Mrs Manners has that dinner ready.”

Upstairs, in the kitchen, Coco approached the strong-limbed cook. “Mrs Manners, the twins would be delighted if you would supervise their session with Rick tomorrow, and assist them getting him strapped down, stuff like that. Would you mind?”

The Somerset woman roared with laughter. “It’ll be a pleasure, ma’am,” she told the girls’ auntie. “I’m sure they’ll pick up the pieces very quickly, they look like clever girls.”

Anna looked at Emma, and Emma looked at Anna.

“Well, Mrs Manners,” she grinned, cheekily, “I don’t know about ‘clever’ but I certainly think we’re naughty.”

The twins joined in with the laughter from Aunt Coco and Mrs Manners. Tomorrow was going to be fun!

To be continued.

                            The Teasing Taylors – Part 3

                                  Let the Games Begin

The twins sat up in bed, their pert, firm breasts spilling over the sheet, and Charlie and Katie, both smartly attired in their maid’s uniforms, served them a hearty breakfast.

“Madam says when you’ve finished, shower and then put some lingerie on, or whatever you want for Mr Rick’s session this morning,” said Charlie. “Madam will be waiting for you in the dining room.”

The girls devoured their scrambled eggs on toast, with tomatoes and hash browns, another slice of toast with marmalade and polished off two cups of coffee each – they had been told to keep up a good liquid intake for the “water sports” section of the games.

After showering, they pulled on PVC bikinis, the bottoms both thong-style, thus displaying their saucy young buttocks. Anna’s bikini was, of course, black, as were her chunky, wedge-type high heels. Emma’s bikini and shoes were red, in keeping with their color coding.

They trooped downstairs, eager to commence the fun. In the massive dining room, they found their aunt, smoking a cigarette, drinking coffee and reading the Financial Times.

When they arrived, she put the paper down and stubbed out her cigarette, then stood to inspect her nieces. Coco was wearing a sheer black nightgown, and her nipples and pudenda were clearly visible through it. The twins both appreciated what they saw – even aged 40 their aunt still had a stunning figure.

“Very nice, very shiny, they will keep your uncle hard, I bet,” grinned their aunt, as she looked approvingly at their games room outfits. “Now, let’s get Mrs Manner to bring him in for his inspection!”

With that, the blonde clapped her hands and from an ante-room emerged Mrs Manners, leading the twins’ uncle on a leather leash, clipped to a leather choker around his throat.

The girls gaped when they saw how the pair were attired!

Mrs Manners’ hair, light brown, almost blonde, looked a little damp, as if she had just emerged from a shower. Her only garment of clothing – if the term “clothing” could be applied to it – was a black, PVC open-fronted bustier, which allowed her very large breasts to fall in front of her. The nipples were thick and erect, their surrounds large and dark brown. The bustier was attached at the front by three straps and buckles.

Her belly wasn’t overly fat, although her thighs and buttocks were on the large side. On her feet were black leather boots, which came to half-way up her strong thighs, and were folded at the top, pirate-style.

Mrs Manners wore no panties and her light-haired box was semi-shaved, so her thick, heavy labia were clearly within view.

“Ah, Mrs M, in your favorite punishment outfit, I see,” said Coco, cheerfully. “Now let’s have a look at Rick.”

The girls thought their uncle looked just superb!

The tall, dark-haired, handsome millionaire, had a well-muscled physique, which was nicely bronzed, just like his wife’s. He was wearing a little red rubber pouch, which bunched his genital equipment in an inviting display of manhood.

Coco walked towards him, then reached out and stroked his posing pouch. Then, in a very quiet but nonetheless commanding tone, she ordered: “Arms up.”

The twins watched as their uncle raised his strongly-bicepped arms. Coco checked his armpits. They were shaved. Then she ran a hand across his chest. It, too, had been shaved of hair, as had his thighs, legs and calves.

“Mrs M,” said the mistress of the house, “get that pouch off him.”

Mrs Manners dropped the leash and stepped to one side of her employer, then dragged the pouch away from his crotch and tossed it on the polished breakfast table.

The girls gaped as they saw their uncle’s manhood rise as if to greet them. His cock was thick, almost dark brown, fully fleshed and at least eight inches long, they thought (they were nearly right: fully erect Rick’s cock measured eight and a quarter inches).

His pubic region was similarly shaved clear of hair, and around his cock and heavy ball bag, was a metal engorgement ring. The twins thought he looked magnificent!

“Display!” snapped Coco, and Rick turned his back on his wife and the girls, before bending over, displaying his very spankable bum to their gaze.

The girls saw now that there was a strong rubber strap from the bottom of the metal ring which went to the base of an anal intruder that had been inserted in the naked man’s anus. There was no sign of any hair at his anal region.

Coco ran her hands over his asshole area, and satisfied that he was properly prepared, she slapped him on the right buttock: “Excellent, he’s ready. OK, Mrs Manners, you may proceed.”

“Up you get, sir,” said the cook, and the nude slave stood up, towering over the much shorter Mrs Manners.

As the cook dragged on the leash to lead Rick and his nieces to the stairs leading down to the basement, Coco called out: “One word of warning, Rick. This is the start of the girls’ birthday present from me, so I want you on your best behaviour. Any infractions of my instructions will be reported back to me by Mrs Manners, understood?”

Rick gulped, then replied. “Of course, darling,” he said, in his deep, dark brown voice.

“I may look in on the monitors from time to time to see that you’re behaving,” she told him. This was a blatant lie – she would be watching everything that was about to unfold down in the Games Room.

“In fact, I may even pop in downstairs for a while just to check on proceedings,” she warned her husband. This was no lie at all!

With the instructions delivered, Coco poured herself another cup of coffee, lit another cigarette, then walked to the darkened room where she would watch the four monitor screens and videotape the morning’s fun and games.

Mrs Manners led the naked man down to the basement, followed by the keen young teenagers.

At the door, Mrs Manners paused before punching in the security code on the lock and smiled at Rick. “Sleep well, sir?” she asked, solicitously.

“No, not really, Mrs Manners,” said the nude slave politely, “I was in a state of excitement most of the night.”

Mrs Manners grinned, and stroked his hard cock. “Yes, I can see that – old Mr Cuntpleaser is telling me,” she laughed. The twins joined in – mainly because they’d never heard of a cock being called “Mr Cuntpleaser” before.

Then, the security code punched in, the quartet entered the Games Room.

Mrs Manners switched on the lights to their brightest – that way was best for Coco upstairs to video the proceedings – and then marched the girls to the wheel hanging on the wall.

“Right,” she said, holding the leash in one hand, and Mr Rick’s cock in the other, “who’s going to play the first game?”

“I am,” announced Anna, stepping forward, “seeing as how I’m the oldest!”

“Only by 10 minutes,” pouted her pretty twin.

“Right,” said Mrs Manners, briskly, to stop a twin sister argument erupting, “spin the wheel Miss Anna!”

The youngster did – and the wheel finally alighted on the ominous words “Electro torture”.

“Righto, sir,” said Mrs Manners, unclipping the naked slave’s leash, “get the frame into position and then I’ll show the young ladies how the game goes.”

The well-toned and muscled nude walked to the shiny, bright, metal poles of the flogging frame and dragged it to the center of the room.

The twins watched with interest as Mrs Manners strapped her employer into position. From the upper crossbar of the frame hung two leather straps. These were used to hold the victim’s wrists. Similar straps at the base of each vertical pole then immobilised his ankles, leaving him perched on the toes of his feet.

Anna and Emma were very aware that as Mrs Manners placed Uncle Rick in his position of bondage that she pressed her breasts against his naked flesh, or her naked pussy against his thighs. She also caressed his cock from time to time. His “Cuntpleaser” was still as hard as a rock.

The cook then placed a short, but open-mouthed kiss on Uncle Rick’s mouth, before fetching the gadget that would be used by Anna on her uncle’s equipment for eight minutes.

It consisted of a leather sheath and a leather bag. First, Mrs Manners slipped the bag over the millionaire’s heavy scrotal sac, then snapped the sheath around his engorged shaft, using the five clasps up the length of the leather.

The twins now saw that a long lead ran from the ball bag to a little wooden unit, with four colored light bulbs set in the contraption. “Let’s get comfy on this couch, gals,” announced Mrs Manners, “and I’ll show you both what happens.”

A luxurious, black leather couch was wheeled into position by the twins in front of their suspended, naked, erect uncle. The trio sat down about four or five feet from his stretched position.

“Now,” said Mrs Manners, “this little beauty is called a TAPE machine. That stands for ‘testicles and penile electrodes’. Simple, eh?”

The twins nodded, then Anna pointed to the lights on the wooden controller Mrs Manners was holding.

“What are these for, Mrs M?” she asked.

“Blue,” she said, indicating the top light, “is for his penis. Yellow for his balls. And green for both cock and balls.”

“And what’s that red bulb mean, Mrs M?” asked Emma.

“Ah, that’s the warning light,” explained the cook. “This machine has a cut-out mechanism, a sort of safety device to stop him being tortured constantly. Though for the life of me, I don’t know why. I’ve tried it on the palm of my hand and the shock is so tiny, it’s almost pleasant.”

“Perhaps it’s not so pleasant on his cock and balls,” laughed Anna.

“Oh, I think it’s just that he’s such an actor, my dear,” said Mrs Manners.

“Anyway, when the red light comes on it means the others won’t work until the red light goes out. And then, it’s back to blue, yellow or green and the fun starts all over again.”

“Great,” said Anna, clapping her hands in glee. “Can I start now?”

“Certainly, my pet,” said Mrs Manners, “but first let me get the clock.”

She walked to an equipment bench from where she had brought the TAPE machine and placed a timer beside her on the couch and set it to run down from 8 minutes, to zero.

“Right,” said the bare-breasted cook, “let the games begin!”

And Anna’s little fingers moved towards the electro-torture console …..

To be continued.

                            The Teasing Taylors – Part 4

                                   The Twins Have Fun

Anna’s finger hovered over the bulbs which would send little flickers of agony through her uncle, then teasingly, to drag out his pre-punishment suffering, she asked him: “Which do you think I’ll choose, uncle?”

The man groaned, his cock, despite his coming predicament, still rock hard in the electrode-lined sheath.

“I really don’t know, Anna,” he moaned, waiting for her to press one of the buttons.

“Come on, uncle, don’t be such a spoilsport,” laughed the bikini-clad little tease. “Take a guess.”

“Er, erm, the green?” said the naked man, miserably, his eyes never wavering from where Anna sat on the couch, ready to begin his agonies.

Anna looked delighted. “Oh, OK, uncle, if you say so,” she said, “I was going to start with either your cock or your balls, but if you insist, here goes with both!”

And she pressed the green button.

Her Uncle Rick’s body gave a sudden jolt, then it jerked forward in his bonds, his cock swaying, his balls bouncing. Then he did it again – and again!

Anna looked questioningly at her instructress, Mrs Manners. “He jerked three times, Mrs M?” she asked.

“Oh damn,” exclaimed the cook, “I forgot. This is a really fiendish little device. You see it’s programmed to give the person it’s having fun with either one, two or three jolts at each push of the button.

“Sometimes, he can get three jolts for two, even three goes. Then it reverts to one, or two. Sorry, forgot to explain that.”

Then an evil look came over Mrs Manners’ face.

“But while we’re on the subject let’s see what the program is for both his cock and his bollocks right now. Give him green again, my dear.”

Anna was only too keen to oblige the busty 50-year-old and sent more tremors through her uncle-cum-slave. Again his body jerked as three jolts powered through his cock and balls.

Again she pressed the green button, and this time Uncle Rick’s body contorted twice. The next green gave him a single jolt.

Anna switched up to the blue button next, and Rick’s naked frame jerked and swung to a triple jolt attack on his cock.

“Fuck,” breathed the youngster, “this is soooo much fun, Mrs M. What’s the longest time he gets to enjoy this game?”

Mrs Manners laughed. “The manufacturer’s advice is 15 minutes at the most,” she told her protégée in pain. “Give him just the balls pain this time, see what the program says.”

Anna pressed the yellow. The program said three jolts. Anna pressed it again, now only one, and then the red warning light flashed on. “Fuck,” cursed the 16-year-old, “just as I was working up into a nice tempo!”

Rick’s panting was harsh in the Games Room as the machine gave him a much-needed rest from its rigorous electrical examination, then, after some 25 to 30 seconds, it flicked off and Anna pressed green again. Rick jerked twice, and was, by now, covered in a thin sheen of sweat.

Anna played with him a few more minutes, and then the clock counted down to zero and its buzzer alerted Mrs Manners to the fact that game one was over. She stood and removed the ball bag and then the cock sheath and smiled.

“Look girls,” she said, “his cock isn’t completely limp, so it’s not as bad as he makes out. But it’s so much fun to watch isn’t it?”

The twins nodded. Then Mrs Manners turned to Rick. “In fact, it’s so much fun to watch, I often masturbate a little when I see you writhing up here, don’t I, sir?”

The naked slave nodded. “I was masturbating just now,” she said, quietly, in her West Country burr. “Like me to prove it?”

But without waiting for a response, the bare-breasted bitch placed the fingers of her right hand on Rick’s upper lip. “Smell it, then lick me,” she said, again quietly, but with a little bit of a rasp to her voice.

The girl watched in fascination as the slave inhaled the musky aromas of Mrs Manners’ pussy juice, then as he sucked on her fingers. But they also noticed that by now his cock was thick and fully erect once more!

Mrs Manners removed her slave-sucked fingers from his mouth and turned to the twins still seated on the couch. “Righto, my dears, let’s see what Emma can roll on the wheel for him now.”

Emma stood but had a question. “Shouldn’t we take him out of the frame, first, Mrs M?” she asked, but the light-haired cook shook her head, making her big mammaries wobble deliciously.

“No, my dear,” she said. “We’ll leave him hanging while we get you to roll. Who know, you may get to give him a flogging and then all our work will have been in vain.”

Emma nodded, then spun the wheel, firmly, and it rotated several times. There was a hush in the Games Room as it spun and spun, before slowing and coming to a stop on “Back flogging”.

“There you go, Emma,” said Mrs Manners. “What did I tell you? Now all you have to do is select which single-tailed lash you want and away we go!”

Emma smiled and came back with a long, single-tailed lash. Mrs Manners shook her head. “No, my little princess,” she said, “I don’t think you’re proficient enough yet to use that beauty. Pick something a little shorter, that way you can stand closer to him and work him over better.”

Emma returned the long flogger to its place and returned with a lash about four feet in length.

“Yes, my dear,” said Mrs Manners, “that’s much more like it. And don’t you worry your pretty little head, it’ll leave very nice stripe marks on him, I promise you.”

But Mrs Manners wasn’t ready to let Emma start just yet. “We will turn the frame around, girls,” she said, “that way Anna and I can sit on the couch and watch how you work on his back, Emma.”

The trio manoeuvred the flogging frame around so Rick’s back was now to the couch. Mrs Manners and Anna resumed their seats and Emma was instructed by the 50-year-old to work out how far she needed to be from her uncle’s body.

“Now, Emma,” said Mrs Manners, “just his upper back, on his shoulders blades, and across the backs of his thighs. Don’t touch his buttocks – and another thing. Don’t swing too hard, madam likes to show Mr Rick off at some of her poolside punishment parties and she won’t take kindly to him being cut up!”

Anna cuddled against the busty woman. “Poolside punishment parties, Mrs M? Will we be invited?”

Mrs Manners smiled. “If madam organises one while you’re down here, my pet, I’m sure you will,” she said, and then their attention was grabbed by Emma’s first stroke of the single-tailed flogger, which left a light red stripe across the naked slave’s shoulder blades.

Both woman and girl watched as the bikinied beauty worked on her uncle, alternating cuts across his upper back to his strong, muscular thighs. But eventually, Anna had a question.

“Mrs M,” she said, “does Uncle Rick fuck you?”

Mrs Manners, whose fingers were again flicking through her thick labia, stirring up a creamy stew down there, nodded her head.

“But only if he asks me very, very nicely,” said the cook.

Anna took that in. “You mean if he begs you?” asked the teenager.

Mrs Manners nodded her head, as they watched Emma nearing the conclusion of her flogging, which was slow and appeared to Anna to be well-spaced out, stroke-wise.

“Fuck, Mrs M,” said Anna, “this is such fun!”

Mrs Manners gave the youngster a hug, pressing her big tits against the girl’s smaller boobies. “And we’ve only just got through the second game,” she said.

“I can’t wait for the third,” said Anna, as the buzzer announced that Emma’s eight-minute flogging of her uncle was concluded.

To be continued.

                           The Teasing Taylors – Part 5

                            Mrs Allcourt Makes A Move

In her office, Coco Allcourt sat in the padded leather swivel chair as she watched events unfold on the four screens before her. She had adjusted the volume, now all she needed to do was zoom in or back from certain angles to improve the pictures her trusty videos were recording.

The statuesque 40-year-old ex-model was now naked, save for her shiny black Christian Loutboutins, which gave her a slutty but domineering appearance whenever she stood.

However, now she was seated, the fingers of her non-console controlling hand playing at her shaved pussy, cleaving her thick labia, playing teasingly with her erect clitoral bud as she watched Mrs Manners tutor her nieces in the art of discipline.

As a former porn star from some 25 years ago, Mrs Manners was an ideal teacher. She had appeared in a lot of tit-fuck movies – thanks to her prominent set – but as Toni Tawse, Mrs Manners was best known as a dominatrix. It was what Coco Allcourt – and her husband – liked about her.

Mrs Manners only drawback had been her strongly-accented West Country twang, which many film producers got around by dubbing in the sounds of an easier-to-listen to actress to replace Mrs Manners’ voice on the sound track.

When she had retired from porn movies, Mrs Manners – at 35 a divorcee – had taken up a cooking course at a Taunton polytechnic. Coco and Rick had employed her when they purchased Paine Hall after their marriage five years ago. Both were aware of her filmic history.

Mrs Allcourt, as she was known to all but her close friends, looked at the shelves around the room. On them were lots of video boxes and DVDs showing action in the Games Room and outside at various locations around Paine Hall. All of them showed Rick undergoing some types of strict but erotic discipline.

Each video had a date of filming, with words “Rick and ” and then the names of who was “starring” with him.

Some were simply one-on-one videos, such as Rick and Vanessa, Rick and Mrs Manners – and, of course, Rick and the big-busted Coco.

Some were “team” games, where two dommes would pair up to compete against another two-woman team to punish Rick. They were usually limited to four-domme sessions in the Games Room, since one person was always needed to supervise the filming.

Making mental note to herself that the videos needed to be transferred to DVDs, Mrs Allcourt looked at the screen nearest her and reflected on how lucky she had been to snare Richard “Rick” Allcourt.

Coco – her real name was Daphne but her agent had decreed that “no one named Daphne ever makes it in modelling” – had specialized in lingerie shoots. With her big breasts and large, but superbly sculpted buttocks, she was ideal for the role.

She appeared in many catalogues and had no qualms about revealing her breasts, of which she was very proud, and her pussy – of which she was also very proud. So quarter-cup bras and crotchless panties were no problems for Coco.

Then a firm that concentrated on fetish gear – PVC, leather and wet-look playsuits, lingerie and erotic discipline gear – chose her for a starring role in a catalogue which has since become a collector’s item.

The idea was that Coco play the role of a private eye looking for young studs around town who were being abducted by a gang of dominatrixes. Coco and a team of six, real-life dommes, were photographed wearing all kinds of exotic finery.

It was no accident that three of the dommes – Vanessa, Charlie and Katie – were now in the Allcourts’ employ.

But what helped her ensare Rick Allcourt had been the fateful decision of the lingerie company to make a video shoot of Coco playing the private eye, plus the other dominatrixes playing themselves.

A slap-up party was held in London’s Savoy Hotel to launch the video and catalogue, and all the girls were there, including a couple of the hunky males who had starred as their “prisoners” in the lingerie shoot.

But the hunky male who Coco set her sights on at the party was one Richard Allcourt, 30, self-made millionaire. He was, she decided, immediately, a good-looking man, with jet-black hair, lovely brown eyes, tall, strong-looking and, unless she was very much mistaken, a submissive streak a mile wide.

In the latter, she was spot on!

“Who,” she asked one of the lingerie film photographers, “is that dish in the Italian suit? With the Gucci loafers?”

The man laughed. “That’s the money behind the video,” he said. “His name is Richard Allcourt and the bloke who owns the fetish wear company went to school with him. Wanna meet him?”

Coco decided to make herself very clear. “I don’t want to know anything about that pervert who owns the company, I want to meet Mr Allcourt!”

She was introduced. Richard had been all charm. “My dear Mizz Coco,” he said. “Don’t tell a soul or everyone will think I’m an old kink, but I’ve got all the lingerie catalogues you’ve modelled for. And I’m promised the latest – plus the video, which they tell me is rather steamy.”

Coco fluttered her eyelashes at him and smiled her most winning smile.

“I’ll tell you all about it over dinner – you are taking me to dinner after this bash, aren’t you?” she said, in the huskiest, sexiest voice she could muster.

“Of course I am,” he said, in a voice that was naturally husky and sexy. “When you give me the nod, we’re going to a little Italian place I know in Soho, they always save me a table.”

It had been that simple. They ate well, he bought expensive Tuscan red wine, and they went back to his Mayfair apartment. Coco had allowed him to seduce her into bed, and she found he had an eight-inch-plus cock, which was fully fleshed. She liked uncut cocks.

And she soon found out that her suspicions about his masochistic streak were well and truly founded. After their first bout of lovemaking – the good old missionary position – she asked: “I have to go piddle, Rick, excuse me.”

But he had held her wrist. “Please, Coco, don’t think me kinky, but may I watch?”

She had nodded, and padded barefoot and nude into the bathroom. Rick followed, his cock thick and heavy, swaying against his inner thigh and drooling some pre-cum on his skin. Or was it post-cum, she said to herself?

Coco had sat on the seat and gushed a strong flow of piss. Then, Rick, with one hand on his rapidly-growing cock, said in a hushed whisper: “Don’t wipe yourself, let me clean you!”

He had moved swiftly to the front of the toilet seat and knelt on the sheepskin rug placed there. Instinctively, Coco lifted her legs and placed her thighs on his shoulders, presenting her quim invitingly to his mouth.

Rick licked away at her crotch, hungrily, and soon she was cumming on his face. It wasn’t an earth-shaker, because of her position on the toilet seat, but it was still a very satisfying climax.

They returned to bed, and kissed and cuddled. “Fuck, Rick, I’m gonna have to get a queening stool for you,” she said, testing still further the depths of his submissive streak. “Perhaps I will even have to piss all over your face.”

Rick kissed her smoochily, urgently, on her mouth, his lips tasting of pee and sex juice, tastily intermingled.

“No, don’t piss over my face,” he said, and Coco’s heart sank, afraid she’d pushed him too far.

“Make me drink it all,” he said, in a sort of pleading tone, “and if I spill any, then take a quirt to my bottom.”

“A quirt?” she smiled. “Why I don’t own one of those, what do they look like?”

And she hit the jackpot!

“Like this,” he said, reaching across her and from a bedside table producing a wooden-handled punisher, with three leather tails that looked quite heavy. The handle was polished and made of a red wood, the tails were dull and black. From end-to-end the martinet was about two feet long.

Coco took it from him and ran the tails through her fingers.

“Rick,” she said, calm on the outside, though her heart was pounding, “you’ve been very naughty to speak to me about piss drinking, so I’m going to have to punish you. Arse in the air!”

And the lovely millionaire went on all fours, presenting his very spankable bum to her gaze. Then Daphne “Coco” Smithers gave Richard “Rick” Allcourt his first whipping at her hands.

Then they fucked again. That had been more than five years ago, now they had been married for five years. They had been five, wonderfully erotic and discipline-charged years at Paine Hall!

Coco looked at screen and saw that Anna had spun the wheel to the pony riding game. She decided that she would watch this, and the next and if a piss punishment had not been spun by then, she would go downstairs and watch it up close.

To prepare for her departure, she dialled Vanessa.

“V, my dear,” she said, “come on up to my recording office. I want you to give me a hand.”

The lovely driver and ex-dominatrix arrived in moments. She was wearing a black leather brassiere, and a thigh, black leather pair of hot pants. Little, high-heeled leather booties completed her outfit.

“V,” said Coco. “I’m gonna give this little game going on down there two more spins, and then I shall join them. There’s got to be a water sports game soon.”

“Go on down now,” smiled the 40-year-old black beauty. “I know how this stuff works, I’ve used it enough times.”

So Coco stood up from her chair, kissed the tall ebony erotiste on the mouth and made her way down to the Games Room. She punched in the secret security code, which was her vital statistics (39-25-40) and entered the room.

A cock-swaying slave was on all fours in the pony position when Coco walked in, and Anna was just peeling down her bikini panties ……

To be continued.

                        The Teasing Taylors – Part 6

                        A pony ride – and an orgasm

Coco Allcourt looked at her niece, Anna Taylor, and smiled.

“Let me guess, Anna,” she said, “Mrs Manners said it would be much more exciting if when you ride him, you have your bare pussy rubbing on his back?”

Anna giggled. “That’s dead right, auntie,” she said. “In fact she reckoned I’d almost certainly have an orgasm. Tell me she’s right!”

Coco walked to the couch and settled down on it. “Different people cum in different ways, darl,” she said. Then she had an idea. “Pass me that bikini bottom, there’s a sweetie.”

Anna tossed her aunt the gleaming black garment and snapped the leash onto her uncle’s throat collar.

Coco sniffed the shiny thong-style bikini bottom. “Phew,” she announced, “that sure smells of hot crotch!”

She looked up at Mrs Manners who was standing by the slave, waiting to assist the 16-year-old into position on his back. “You thinking what I’m thinking, Mrs M?”

The former pornstar beamed. “Well, since little Miss Anna’s not wearing them knickers any more, it seems a shame to let ‘em go to waste, don’t you think, madam?”

“I agree,” said her employer. “Anna, why don’t you ask Rick if he’d like to wear your briefs while he’s riding you around? And if he does, then make him ask nicely.”

The naked blonde tossed the garment from where she was seated, next to Emma, and Mrs Manners caught it, then handed it to the teenager.

“Wave it in front of his face, m’dear,” she said. “Let him get a nice whiff of it.”

Anna took the panties from Mrs Manners and stepped in front of the 35-year-old, and drew the shiny black garment slowly across his face.

“How’s that uncle?” she asked, teasingly, as she noticed Rick inhale deeply as the PVC was dragged across his nostrils. “Reckon they’d smell nice on your face?”

“Yes, Anna,” said the polite soon-to-be-ponied slave, “they smell absolutely wonderful. May I please wear them on my face as you ride me?”

Anna dragged out her teasing. “Well, before I make up my mind, let me freshen them up, uncle, then you can taste them, eh? Good idea?”

The slave nodded. “Yes, Anna, a very good idea,” he panted.

Anna placed the crotch piece of the bikini bottom between her legs and rubbed it up and down her shaven pussy for a moment or two, then pushed it – gusset facing him – to her uncle.

“Now sniff it, then kiss it, then lick it, uncle!” the girl snapped, now sounding much more bossy, much less of a tease.

Rick did as he was told, taking a deep breath to take in the girl’s pussy aromas, then he kissed the damp crotch, then he licked it.

“Still want it, uncle?” asked the bare-pussied youngster.

“Yes please, Anna,” the slave panted, “I want it more than ever now, please put it on my face!”

At last the girl relented and pulled the bikini bottom over Rick’s face, arranging the gusset so it was planted firmly over his mouth and nose.

Then Mrs Manners arrived with a clothes peg, which she used to clip the back of the bikini against the man’s head, thus making it spread tautly over his features.

“And now you can climb aboard, little Miss Anna,” said Mrs Manners, holding out a hand to the girl to assist her to settle on the slave’s back.

Anna eased herself down on Rick’s strong back, giving out a little “Oooh, that feels great” as her wet minge mashed down on the small of his back. Squirming around a little to get comfy, she took the leash passed from Mrs Manners and pulled it tight. Then she accepted a riding crop from the cook.

“Now my dear,” instructed the ex-pornstar, “feet up off the carpet so he takes your full weight, then a slap across his bottom to get him to walk on. And remember, ponies often need a reminder from the crop!”

Coco snuggled up to Emma, and put an arm around her. “Enjoying it, Emm?” she asked, as the naked man started to crawl around the room after Anna’s initial stroke and a snapped “Walk on!”

“Ooooh, auntie, it’s terrific, we’re having such fun,” said the red-bikinied beauty, her eyes not straying from her sister swaying and squirming on Uncle Rick’s straining back as he rode her around the Games Room.

Mrs Manners, for her part, walked slowly around alongside the crawling slave, his face covered by the black PVC bikini bottom, his cock swaying beneath him, thick and engorged. She knew, as an experienced “riding mistress” that Mr Rick would have no problems being ridden by his young niece – he often too much more weight when either herself, or Vanessa or Madam was doing the riding!

Coco watched with interest, too, but as she did, her moved her right arm around Emma’s shoulders and cupped the girl’s right breast, feeling its firmness in the red PVC bra.

As she did, Emma snuggled closer and then – to Coco Allcourt’s surprise and delight  - the girl’s right hand moved across her body to caress the 40-year-old’s big, right breast, tweaking the nipple till it was erect.

Encouraged by the youngster’s forwardness, the lady of the house pushed her hand inside the shiny right bra and stroked Emma’s wonderful young breast. Her nipple needed no tweaking – it was as hard as an acorn!

Then, just to make sure, she wasn’t getting wrong signals, Coco leaned over and kissed Emma full on the mouth. The teenager opened her mouth and the 16-year-old and the 40-year-old tongue kissed, avidly. The older woman spread her thighs, and in an instant, Emma moved her hand from the big breast to the shaved snatch and began to stroke it.

This little sexual encounter wasn’t lost on Mrs Manners, and to take her mind off the lesbian display, she called out to Anna: “Don’t forget to keep working on him with the crop, little missy!” Anna didn’t.

By now, Rick’s body was displaying a nice sheen of sweat as his muscles worked to carry Anna around the Games Room and then, with two minutes showing on the clock counting down in front of Coco and Emma, the teenager on the “pony’s” back began to get red in the face and to writhe more on the man’s bare back.

Just before the clock reached zero, the 16-year-old gasped “Ooooh, fuck” and then she reined the slave to a halt and as her orgasm crashed through her crotch she rained down blow after blow on Rick’s right buttock. Then, with a beatific smile on her face, Anna dismounted, unpegged her panties from his face, and pulled him to his feet.

“Thank you, uncle, that was such a lovely ride,” she said, planting a kiss on his mouth. Then, with a little giggle, she added: “I think I must have cum!”

Coco looked intently at her husband and saw that his cock was semi-erect and twitching - and drooling pre-cum from his thick-lipped foreskin over his inner right thigh. What a sweetie, she thought!

“Now, my dear,” said Mrs Manners, leaning over Emma and holding out her hand. “Let’s see what you can roll on the wheel of fortune, shall we?”

Emma walked with the bare-breasted and bare-pussied cook to the wheel and spun. At first, it came up “Pony Riding” and since – in this version of the game, at least, a double-up was not permitted, Emma had to spin again.

This time, to the accompaniment of a little whoop of joy from the teenager, the wheel stopped on “Face sitting”.

Mrs Manners smiled. “More fun for a hot young crotch, eh, Miss Emm? Right, let’s get him on the bench. I’ll show you what we have to do.”

Then turning to the cock-erecting slave, the 50-year-old added: “Get the bondage bench out, sir, you know the drill!”

By the time Rick had dragged the heavily-padded bench with its gleaming black rubber into the middle of the Games Room, his cock was now in full-blown hard-on!

To be continued.