Sugar & Spice

[HornyDog2017]

As Peter lured Brooklyn's hand to his now standing erection, she said nervously, “I want... I do want to help but I... I just don’t know...”

She meant that one of two ways: I just don't know if I should or I just don't know how. Peter ignored the former interpretation and went directly to the latter, wrapping the teen's fingers and palm around his now hard shaft and promising her, "I'll show you how to serve your Master, Brooklyn."

With his hand on the outside, Peter began moving the young woman's hand up and down his cock, from base to bulb, slowly but firmly and consistently. He purred, telling her, "Just like that."

 

[Cum_Inside]

The feeling of his shaft against her sweaty palm was entirely alien. Upon first glance it appeared smooth but her hand could feel every spongy vein and hard ridge of flesh. Her hand was almost too small to fit around it - her fingertips could not meet around his girth. He guided her by showing her how much friction he liked and the speed at which he wanted her to use tonight, his words deep and husky in her ear. Hearing him call himself “her Master” sent a zing of electricity through her nerve endings. It was sexy. He was sexy. And Brooklyn had never imagined she’d be touching a man’s cock for the first time this evening, let alone Peter Tipton’s.

She couldn’t do this. Could she? Even if Mrs. Tipton was on board, Brooklyn didn’t feel right about it. She felt kind of like what she imagined a whore might feel like, or in the words of her mother, a harlot. They would be giving her a home and food and comfort in exchange for sex, and wasn’t that the definition?

It kind of made her feel a bit sick inside.

She couldn’t deny that Mr. Tipton made something funny flip around in her belly and heat to settle in her groin with his looks and patient manner, but what he was describing now, that his wife had only married him for money, well, wouldn’t it be the same if Brooklyn touched him this way? She wouldn’t be here without the influence of his money in the first place.

She tensed her forearm in resistance, missing the flash in his dark eyes of disappointment as she stood her ground.

 

[HornyDog2017]

The pleasure of Brooklyn's stroking -- aided by Peter's own hand, of course -- led to his breathing slowly morphing to low moans … and then suddenly it was over as the teen pulled her hand off his shaft and out of his grip. Peter lowered his own hand to his waist and studied the girl for a moment.

"What's wrong, Brooklyn," he asked with a soft tone. "You were pleasing me … doing very well at it. Why did you stop? You don't want to please your Master?"

 

[Cum_Inside]

She did but... she also found it suddenly strange that these people liked to be referred to as Master and Mistress. It had been sexy in the moment but now that the spell was broken, it just seemed off. That really wasn’t her main problem though.

“Mr. Tipton — I want you to be happy. I do. This just doesn’t feel right,” she admitted, ducking her head and allowing her hair to curtain the side of her face he was focused on intently on. “I don’t know what to do,” she whimpered, torn between feeling like not only a whore, but a terrible one stealing a man away from his wife right under nose, but also a little excited. Brooklyn didn’t really know if she was so attracted to Mr. Tipton because he was the first man to show her interest or just because she genuinely wanted him.

She was so conflicted.

Her lip began to wobble, afraid he’d punish her for her hesitance. She didn’t want him to be upset, but she didn’t think she could go on feeling so uncertain of herself.

“This feels good but it also... I don’t know where my head is at. Please don’t be mad at me,” she tried, peering up at him nervously.

 

[HornyDog2017]

“Mr. Tipton — I want you to be happy. I do. This just doesn’t feel right. I don’t know what to do.”

Peter sat up and swung his legs to the opposite side of the chaise lounge as were Brooklyn's. He ended up sitting not facing her, not arm to arm opposite directions, but somewhere in between such that he could look into her face or down at her young bosom and Brooklyn could see his muscular chest and flat six pack and -- if she chose to -- further down to his still mostly hardened cock.

"What doesn't feel right, Brooklyn?" Peter asked in a sincere tone of concern. "You can talk to me."

“This feels good but it also... I don’t know where my head is at. Please don’t be mad at me.”

He reached his right arm past Brooklyn's bosom, nearly brushing against it, and ever so gently touch his palm and fingers to her cheek. "I'm not mad at you, Brooklyn. I could never be mad at you."

He caressed her cheek gently with his thumb, lifting her hanging head so that he could look into her eyes. In barely more than a whisper, he told her, "Brooklyn, you're family now ... part of this family … my family … Susan's family … our family, the three of us. We … Susan and I … we don't think of you as just an employee. You are more than that to us. And as such, we want you to be comfortable here. We want you to be comfortable with your duties."

As he was talking to her, Peter had once again taken her right hand into his, and as he continued to talk to her he was almost imperceptibly moving it again toward his groin. Still in that soft but somehow firm whisper, he continued, "When you came to us, you were destitute … nearly homeless … on the verge of starvation..."

He began describing all the things they'd done for her, from room and board to a healthy diet and a visit to a wellness doctor to school assistance and cash as well. "We did this for you for three reasons. First … you deserve to be treated this well. Brooklyn, you have no idea how special a girl you are."

Peter used the word girl as opposed to woman for the 18 year old because he and Susan wanted Brooklyn to forever believe that she wasn't quite an adult yet and, therefore, needed an adult or two -- Peter and Susan, obviously -- to take care of her.

"Second, we love you. We always have. You're almost like a daughter to us. Remember that day … the party ... when you told us about how hard was getting...? You confided in us your troubles … you trusted us. Susan says that's the day she realized she loved you."

He leaned his head in a bit closer to Brooklyn's face, almost as if he was about to kiss her. In a tone that hovered somewhere between the voice of a father or a lover, Peter said, "I learned I love you tonight … when you came out here … on your own time … to make sure that I was okay … that I was happy."

It was this very instant that Peter's inconspicuously manipulating hand rested Brooklyn's closed fingers on his thigh, the back of her knuckles just barely grazing the shaft of his cock.

"I am happy now, Brooklyn," he was now whispering, "because you have shown that you are willing to make me happy."

Peter was now pressing the back of Brooklyn's fingers just a tiny bit more against his now fully hardened cock. He wasn't going to open her fingers for her; if she did that, if she took hold of him again, it would be entirely on her own.

He had one more trick up his sleeve if this didn't work, though. If Brooklyn still balked at doing what Peter wanted her to do -- which was masturbate him to an orgasm now and then so much more later -- he would tell pull out his secret weapon and tell Brooklyn that if she wanted, Susan would teach Brooklyn -- upstairs, in their bedroom with all three of them present -- to do what she'd been doing moments ago.

 

[Cum_Inside]

She hesitated.

They loved her? They barely even knew her. Something suspicious niggled at the back of her mind but she ignored it, heart pounding as Peter manipulated her fingers once more. This shaft was so hot against the back of her fingers. All she had to do was reach out and...

“I feel like a whore,” she admitted. “I don’t think I...”

But the comment about family weighed heavily on her perceptions. It had been so long since she’d had family to rely on...

She could taste the whiskey on his breath and her eyelashes fluttered, blinking off the urge to know if the flavour was stronger on his tongue. She squeezed his hand instead.

“I don’t know what you see in me. I’m not anyone important. You could have whoever you wanted. I’m just a nobody.”

 

[HornyDog2017]

“I feel like a whore,” she admitted. “I don’t think I...”

"No, Brooklyn, no," Peter interrupted in whisper. He wanted to talk about her upbringing and her parents and their ultra-conservative ways. But honestly, Peter wasn't sure he could separate out how much he knew about Brooklyn from what she'd told them and from what they'd learned when they delved into her background.

“I don’t know what you see in me. I’m not anyone important. You could have whoever you wanted. I’m just a nobody.”

Peter repeated as he caressed her cheek again, "No, Brooklyn. No. You're not a nobody. You are a very, very special girl … and we are so happy to have you in our family I … am so happy to have you in my family."

He moved his face in much closer to hers and whispered, "I want you..."

And slowly, Peter moved his face forward … with the intention of giving the young beauty a soft … long … sensual … kiss.

 

[Cum_Inside]

She froze, gasping out a shocked breath when Peter moved in as if he was going to kiss her. For a moment, he remained suspended a hair's breadth away from their lips touching (almost certain she was going to reject his affection again and giving her a chance to pull away) and Brooklyn was quite sure this was all just some strange dream. She moaned weakly the second his mouth met hers, all resistance leaving her instantaneously. Damn, he tasted so good!

Initially, Peter's mouth was gentle as it flowed and ebbed against hers in an attempt to relax her, but soon she felt his wet muscle push its way through her full lips and tangle itself around hers. Both of his hands clasped around her chin and the back of her head just behind her right ear, Peter Tipton took his first of many kisses from his girl, the first she'd ever had.

Brooklyn didn't think anyone could measure up to this kiss. Was this even considered a good kiss? She sure thought it was. Just as he had done moments ago with her hand, she felt him begin to coax her motions with his tongue, trying to guide her. Brooklyn had always been a quick learner.

His reinforcement encouraged her. Her reservations melted away.

She began to kiss him back in a clumsy manner, but he must have liked it because he pulled her even closer until she was kneeling next to him, one step away from being in his lap. Brooklyn decided that she didn't feel like a whore so much as she felt like a desirable young woman in this instance. She wasn't giving them sex in return for her stay -- no, she was working off that debt with her physical labour. Her mental barrier crumbled and her tiny hand closed around that massive piece of meat waiting to be satisfied.

Her hand was sticky with his pre-come already, and it made the slide much easier this time as she practiced the motions he'd showed her previously, pulling her mouth away to suck in a deep breath. With one hand braced on his shoulder and the other working around his cock, she blinked coquettishly down at him.

"Like this, Mr. Tipton?"

 

[HornyDog2017]

Peter had taken a risk kissing Brooklyn. She could have turned her head away, rejected the advance; a second defeat. But instead, she'd matched the gentle and then more passionate embrace, and after just a moment she'd shifted her position to once again take his cock in hand and begin stroking it slowly up and down.

"Like this, Mr. Tipton?"

He moaned into the kiss that followed, holding their faces together with a hand now at the back of her head. "Yes … yes, Brooklyn."

There were so many directions he could take them now: reach a hand up under the skirt that had recently taken the place of the pants in which Brooklyn had initially worked; lay her back on the lounger and find his way inside her pussy; or simply let her finish what she was doing.

Peter chose the latter. He wanted Brooklyn to see the result of her hard work and duty to service. He continued to engage her mouth in passionate kisses as the pleasure welled within him. And when he was there, he pulled his face back from hers and -- reminding her of how wrong she was earlier -- told her through strained breaths, "Brooklyn … I see greatness … in who you are … and what … you can be. You are not … nobody. You are important … to your Mistress … to your Master. You are Brooklyn … be proud … of what you can do … of who you are."

With a great groan of ecstasy, Peter's cock began leaping in Brooklyn's hand, the first volley of thick, white goo rising high above his lap and landing on the teen's forearm.

 

[Cum_Inside]

His words almost sounded rehearsed but Brooklyn didn’t think about it that way in the moment. All she paid attention to was the heat of his white cream seeping into the skin on her forearm, wrist and hand. Some even stained the dark navy blouse she was wearing. It seemed like his orgasm lasted forever; she didn’t know what was normal, but she thought that was a lot of sperm.

Peter’s kisses were softer, sweeter, calmer after he came, deep rumbling purr coating her ears just the way he’d covered her in his release mere moments ago. Brooklyn allowed him to continue kissing her, feeling his cock soften in her hand.

Finally, she pulled away. She wasn’t so sure what had just taken place but she had enjoyed it, even if something inside her told her it was wrong.

She couldn’t deny that she was proud of herself for bringing him off; he’d liked her clumsy touches! That had to mean something. She wasn’t a complete failure.

After his orgasm, Brooklyn wasn’t quite sure what to do. He was slumped back against the lounge with a naughty smirk on his face, resting from his excitement, dark eyes closed. Brooklyn scurried to her feet and pressed a quick kiss to his cheek before darting away, needing some space to think.

She went to bed early that night, unaware that she was the main topic of conversation between a tipsy Susan who wanted to know how her hubby’s evening had went and a man that had celebrated this new step with another couple glasses of whiskey after her departure.

They didn’t know that Brooklyn was beginning to doubt that their generosity only required them a housekeeper. The wheels were turning as she laid there staring at the ceiling for the next few hours while the couple rutted together in the glow of their plans for their conquest. Something didn’t feel right and she intended to find out exactly what that was.

With new determination in mind, Brooklyn was sure that the couple would be surprised tomorrow. She’d decided to play their game and worm her way deeper into whatever story they were weaving to see if they might potentially let their master plan slip on accident (again, cue dramaticism. It wasn’t a murder mystery, after all). If they trusted her... Maybe she could piece this puzzle together and find a way out if it looked like they wanted more from her than she either could or would give. Maybe she could get them to lower their defences...

 

[HornyDog2017]

Though she'd told Brooklyn she was going out dancing with friends to a club in which she and Peter had invested, Susan's true destination had been a little blues club -- also a family investment -- where the couple had a private table in the back of the mezzanine level. There, between looking to the performers or interacting with the servers, Susan had been keeping an eye on the events back at the house via the half dozen or more cameras hidden around the pool and patio area.

She'd been very happy to see the teen remain pool side when Peter emerged from the pool with his long cock hanging out before him. That had been a very good sign. But Susan had become worried when -- after courageously sitting so close to the naked man -- Brooklyn had retreated from touching and pleasuring Peter's stiffened cock.

But Peter was as good at wooing a future-slave as Susan was at picking the right girl to be wooed into such a state. And it wasn't much longer after that when the woman of the house -- after zooming in just the right camera -- saw her husband's cum spurting into the air to land all over both his flesh and that of the pretty young thing beside him.

Susan smiled broadly at the success, watching her husband slump back into the lounger, watching Brooklyn give him a sweet kiss on the cheek, watching the latter rush off to her room to clean Peter's jizm from her arm and hand. She watched the teen intently until finally the lights in the room went out. With a touch of an icon, Susan switched the cameras in that room to infrared. She wanted to know whether Brooklyn would simply drift off to sleep … or drive herself to the same heights of ecstasy at which Susan's husband had just been.

The following morning, Sunday, was still a day off for Brooklyn, though Susan had every intention to bring that loss of service to an end in the near future. She herself had risen, made coffee and breakfast, and put together a breakfast-in-bed tray for the teen. She entered Brooklyn's bedroom, urged the girl to sit up with some pillows comfortably behind her, then set the tray legs to either side of the teen's thighs so that the lavish breakfast was laid out before her.

"I hear from Peter than you took very good care of him last night, Brooklyn," Susan said as she reached out to pull some mussed hair from the girl's face. She wore a pleased smile and gently touched the girl's cheek, adding, "I'm very proud of you, Brooklyn. You took an important step last night. We are very proud of you … Peter and I both."

Susan smiled even more broadly as she continued to lovingly pull Brooklyn's hair back and touch her in other loving, motherly-like way. "And in return … we want to do something nice for you today. We have a little place on our property that we want to show you. It's beautiful … peaceful. The view is to die for. What do you say to the three of us going up there today … spend the day. Kenneth will go with us … help us with the picnic stuff, so, I guess it'll be four of us. Would you like that?"

They used a trio of ATVs to get to their destination, with Peter leading the way solo, Brooklyn riding double behind Susan, and a bit farther back -- almost as if not actually part of the outing -- Kenneth following up with a trailer attached behind him carrying their needs for the day, including food and drink for lunch, dinner, snacks in between, and even breakfast the next day if they decided to stay in the little yurt Brooklyn would see nearby.

Their location was nearly three miles away, on a second piece of densely wooded property they also owned. It was almost a thousand feet higher than the house and had the most spectacular view of the Wilderness Area. It had once been little more than a couple of small, hot water spewing cracks in the ground but had since been developed into a private Japanese style bathing area.

Peter and Kenneth set about unloading the trailer as Susan showed Brooklyn around the springs, explaining how the water came out of the ground scalding hot but quickly mixed with the cold water runoff from the ice pack that existed year round farther up the mountain.

"It's clean water, not mineral water," Susan explained as she sat atop one of the overturned half-barrels and began undressing without explanation. She giggled, "It tastes incredible! The heat kills the … oh, I can't remember what its called, that bacterium they say is in some mountain streams … so it's actually safe to drink the warm, sweet water … almost like tea but without the tea, of course."

She laughed again at the explanation; she was now down to her bra and panties. She called back to the two men, "Will the two of you put together some snacks and drinks for us girls while we take a dip?"

With both of the men looking her way and responding positively to her request, Susan popped loose her bra and slid down her panties, leaving herself standing on the rock in nothing but a smile. Susan was a true beauty, with a shapely 36C-26-34 body that while not skinny or highlighted by underlying musculature was nonetheless the thing that many men dreamed of. Her breasts -- augmented a cup size larger than during her youth -- were well rounded and perky with large, dark pink nipples set in silver dollar sized, raised areolas; her belly was flat with a palm sized tattoo of the rising sun set between two mountain peaks; her hips were child bearing wide, though to be honest she'd never had an interest in bearing a child of her own; her legs were more muscularly obvious than the rest of her body, the result of a life time of hiking and biking; and at their merging, her personal area was waxed to hide that the draperies didn't match the carpeting.

Susan showed no sign at all of being self conscious before the eyes of the other three. She stepped cautiously down into the pool of water, testing the temperature, before walking out toward an area that was deep enough to submerge herself. But before she reached it, she looked back to Brooklyn expectantly and said with cheer, "Come on, sweetheart. You'll love the feel of this on your skin. Promise!"

 

[Cum_Inside]

Brooklyn dreaded what Mrs. Tipton might have to say in the morning about Brooklyn seducing her husband poolside last night. She was not expecting the other woman to draw her in for a tight hug and all the praise in the world for encouraging him to cheat with her. She was really surprised.

Peter didn’t have much to say about the event the next day, almost playing like it never happened. He’d been sober enough to tell his wife about it all and clearly remembered because his hand low on her back as she rooted through the fridge for the milk in the morning said it all.

And then when they visited the spring, Brooklyn was once again surprised. Susan Tipton had no issues getting naked in front of her company and clearly Peter didn’t mind his wife showing it all off, watching from a short distance away. She held her hands out to Brooklyn, encouraging her to get into the pool with her. Brooklyn didn’t know if she had that much confidence.

She stood there with one arm down at her side and the other arm grasping that one at the elbow, knees pressed together. She’d brought a swimsuit but it didn’t seem as though she’d be offered that route. But it was so warm and Brooklyn was ready to cool down...

She’d never exposed herself willingly in front of a male before, let alone two. Especially not one who had made his adulterous intentions for her very clear. But she had also never intentionally stripped for another woman either, even if Susan had seen everything that night in bathroom so many weeks ago now.

This felt different. Brooklyn wasn’t too sure she liked it.

The commanding but encouraging look Susan was giving her made her feel like she didn’t have a choice.

Looking over her shoulder at the guys, both of them were watching with interest to see what might transpire.

 

[HornyDog2017]

"Brooklyn," Susan said with a bit more of an insistent tone after a long moment had passed without the teen beginning to shed her clothes. She waggled her fingers to the girl, gave her a smile that was only a slight bit friendly, and said a bit softer, "Come in. It's okay. We do this--"

"Susan."

The naked blonde looked to her husband where he and Kenneth were setting up brunch on a picnic table. He gave her a calm down gesture, and after looking back to Brooklyn with a disappointed expression, turned and slipped down into the pool.

Peter, for his part, walked the short distance to the teen and -- standing behind her -- laid his hands upon her upper arms and gave them a friendly squeeze. "You are amongst friends here, Brooklyn. Remember what I said last night...? We're family now. You, me, Susan … even Kenneth. We are family … we love one another … we keep no secrets..."

He called a bit louder but not so much as to startle Brooklyn, "Susan! Do we keep secrets from one another?"

As if understanding what he meant -- since, obviously, this was part of their routine -- Susan returned to the shallower water and rose to once again reveal her full front, now glistening in dripping water, to the three people who were once again watching her. She answered the question simply, "No."

Peter reached a hand up to lovingly pull Brooklyn's long, curly hair to the front of one shoulder. He let his hand trail down over the outside curvature of her young, firm breast as he leaned over her other shoulder and to softly but erotically kiss her neck with warm, wet lips.

"Our bodies are a secret," he whispered to her. He pressed his body to her back side as he turned her head with one hand and kissed her lips passionately before telling her, "We don't keep secrets to ourselves."

Then he backed away from her a couple of steps to see how she would react. Her first immediate reaction was to look off to here right … where the now totally nude and amazingly built form of former Marine and current body guard Kenneth -- his beautiful, thick, 10 inch cock slapping back and forth between muscular thighs -- was stepping into the pool to join the female half of his employment team.

 

[Cum_Inside]

There was clear warning in Peter’s voice again but he masked it well, reminding her about last night. Even at the early hours of the morning Brooklyn had decided that she was going to do everything she could to make the Tiptons happy and promote some loose lips around here. Something wasn’t right with this family despite the facade they put on and she needed to know what.

It was scary watching Susan’s face as Peter laid a tender kiss on Brooklyn’s throat but she mostly just looked happy, and the soft touch of his lips made her knees weak. She wanted them both to be happy.

With Peter still right behind her, Brooklyn raised her arms and shed her shirt, followed by her bra and the rest of her clothing. She forced herself to stand still, occupying herself with staring dazedly at chocolate skin and the biggest dong she’d ever seen.

Then, she looked ahead again at Susan. She really was beautiful and delicate, and Brooklyn couldn’t see why Peter wouldn’t be satisfied with a wife half as pretty as Mrs. Tipton. She was honestly just so confused.

 

[HornyDog2017]

As Brooklyn began to disrobe, one might have thought Peter's gaze would be set on the young teen. They weren't; they were on his wife. Peter watched Susan intently, and what he saw pleased him. Peter's happiness had always been driven by his wife's happiness. And there was no doubt in his mind that Susan was happy with the way this day -- and her plan -- was going.

He stepped back finally, putting four of five feet between himself and the teen before asking politely, "Turn to me Brooklyn ... let me see how beautiful you are."

She did, and Peter's lips spread as he ogled Brooklyn's youthful perfection. She had a natural look, the only change to her body being her shaven arm pits and just enough trimming down below to wear a modest bikini without looking like Austin Power's uglier sister.

Peter couldn't remember the last time he's actually seen a full bush at the meeting of a woman's thighs. He could already see Susan on her knees between Brooklyn's knees, teaching her to shave her muff the first time in preparation for Peter educating her on the pleasure's of cunninglingus.

"Show your Mistress again," Peter said with a pleased tone, using the phrase that had the teen questioning just where the couple were leading her. He looked out into the water at Susan's own nude form and thought of how lucky he was to have two such beautiful women in his life.

"You are a beautiful girl," an also now nude Kenneth said from the water. He looked first to Susan, then to Peter, and as if confirming to them that he understood Brooklyn would soon be theirs, he said, "You are both very lucky."

"We are," Peter said from behind the teen. When she looked back to him, Peter, too -- with his cock standing at near full attention -- was undressing to prepare to head into the hot spring water. He shed his shorts and kicked off his deck shoes, moved forward to offer a hand to Brooklyn, and asked with a polite tone, "Shall we join the others?"

 

[Cum_Inside]

She slid her fingers in between his and allowed him to pull her into the water with him. Peter was never far from her as she got used to showing herself this way, with a calming hand on her smooth waist. The compliments that she'd gotten on her body, now more of a healthy appearance than the initial skin and bones she'd been when she had arrived into the Tipton's lives, made a difference.

Even though it was out of her comfort zone, Brooklyn remembered her promise to herself that she would lull them into a false sense of security and strike while the iron was hot. Pressing her side against Peter, she looked up at him in what she schooled her features into to resemble an anxious look. Her small breast was pillowed against his well-muscled forearm and any shift of his body seemed to strike like lightning against her sensitive nipples.

"And what do you think, Mr. Tipton? Am I good enough for you? That's all I want to be right now."

 

[HornyDog2017]

At her question, Peter let his eyes fall upon her body -- still only knee deep in the water -- for a long ogle as he spoke. "Brooklyn, sweetheart … you are one of the most beautiful girls I have every laid eyes upon."

He continued using the word girl and not woman. It might not have seemed that much of a difference, but they'd learned with one of their previous play things that constant mentions of being so young and naïve and innocent of body and mind helped to accomplish their mission of gaining fuller control.

"Susan, do you agree?" Peter asked, his eyes still on the teen.

"You're perfect," Susan was saying as she was wading slowly through the water toward the younger woman. She, too, had her gaze taking a walk up and down Brooklyn's form. She took the servant girl's hands and held them out wide, as if inspecting a dress she was trying on for the first time, not the body that had been changing on her for years to become the shapely piece of perfection that it was now. She urged Brooklyn to turn, looked her back side up and down, and even reached a hand out to ever so gently caress the girl's buttock for just a brief moment. She only said again, "Perfect, Peter. She's perfect."

Then, mirroring what Kenneth had said before, Susan told her husband, "She's perfect for you. You're a lucky man."

 

[Cum_Inside]

Brooklyn's full lips pursed and she let out a breathy "oh" escape, looking back and forth between Mr. and Mrs. Tipton discussing his new lover as though they were discussing the weather. It didn't even shock her anymore to feel the fragile touch of babysoft skin against her bottom, knowing instinctually that there had to be a catch somewhere; was this a freaky thing they did? Mrs. Tipton couldn't be generous enough to open up her home to Brooklyn and then her side of the bed next to her husband.

But that's exactly what she was doing. Why?

"Thank you," she responded with a bashful smile, ducking her head momentarily. She hoped they didn't notice that both her tone and her expressions were a bit suspect now that she was thinking along the lines of "it's a trap, Reid!" There was no way millionaire socialites decided they wanted her company if they didn't want something else from her, too.

But Brooklyn had nothing. What could they want?

 

[HornyDog2017]

"You're such an absolute doll, Brooklyn," Susan said after turning the girl all the way around for Peter's benefit. She said with a playful tone, "I think we're going to keep you..."

Susan moved in and took Brooklyn into her arms for a hug that pressed their bared breasts and bellies together for a short moment. Susan felt Brooklyn's muff against the smooth skin of her shaved junction for an instant before disengaging and announcing, "I'm going to get the champagne!"

After she headed for the picnic table, Peter moved closer. He was once again ogling her womanly figure and said with a sincere, appreciative tone, "You are, Brooklyn … simply incredible. Come … let's go sit in the water."

It was his intention to take her to where Kenneth had moved the four half-barrels. They were wooden, but they had metal weights inside the lower lip, to make them sit on the pool's bottom. Kenneth had placed the 18 inch tall halves in water that ranged from 20 to 24 inches deep, then placed pillows on them that would keep the four of them from sitting on the wooden bottoms.

Peter wanted Brooklyn to sit on the barrels because it would mean that her bosom would definitely be on display and quite possibly her womanhood as well. But if she sat down in the water -- either in the shallow part near the barrels of in any of the other spots, where it could get as deep as four feet, he wouldn't stop her.

They weren't trying to rush this after all. The Tiptons plan called for several months of progressively encouraging Brooklyn deeper and deeper into their control. They were patient people. Rich people with nothing better to do could afford to be patient … when they were trying to turn an innocent, naïve girl into their sex slave.

 

[Cum_Inside]

Brooklyn didn't really sit at all as the adults drank. She wasn't interested in the champagne anyway, but she didn't know if their indulgence would even extend to underage drinking (that didn't even register on the scale of criminal acts the Tiptons had undertaken in their lives but she had no way of knowing that, not yet). Mostly, Brooklyn waded around the deeper spots and did her best to tread what little water there was.

How long had it been since she'd been able to swim like this? She couldn't recall, even if this wasn't really swimming. Every once in a while she'd dunk her head under the water as a disguise for her careful observation of the three others around her.

Mrs. Tipton was clearly having a wonderful day, laughing and giggling at most everything Kenneth was saying, and Mr. Tipton had arranged himself in the shallow end with his head tilted back on a pillow he'd propped just over the rim of the pool. His mile-long legs were crossed at the ankle and his softened cock was resting on his belly as his wife flirted with another man three feet away. Brooklyn had been raised strictly monogamous, but classes were teaching her that there was so much more to the world now and that polyamory was much more frequent. Were the Tiptons polygamists? That would make more sense but not fill in the puzzle fully yet.

Brooklyn supposed that didn't really matter if Susan was encouraging the young woman to warm Mr. Tipton's bed - this family was not traditional in the least and Brooklyn was certain she hadn't seen anything yet. She still wasn't sure where she fit in the dynamic and understanding how she felt about that was another matter entirely. Did the Tipton's actually see her as a whore, even if the man of the house had denied it so vocally last night? Was he just saying that to get off? And what of Brooklyn? Was she just attracted to him because he was the only man to ever pay this much attention to her?

She needed to experiment there, too. She knew just the way, but it would take some careful maneuvering over the next few days.

Mrs. Tipton's hand slipped up Kenneth's pectorals until it rested over his heart. Brooklyn couldn't hear what they were saying underwater but when she surfaced Susan was laughing raucously and Kenneth was grinning, one hand on the blonde's wrist.

The younger girl wondered if he might be trying to direct her south just as Peter had done for Brooklyn last night.

Derisively, Brooklyn snorted. Oh, please. She knows what she's doing with that, unlike you. Poor little baby Brooklyn, nothing but a sad little virgin. Maybe Mr. Tipton will fix that for you her traitorous mind whispered.

Maybe she didn't want him to.

It was time to put her plan in motion.

Brooklyn slid her fingertips along the wall of the recessed pool until they brushed the hot skin of Mr. Tipton's shoulder blade. She shrugged in apology but curled up next to him on that shoulder anyway, using it as her own makeshift pillow. Her breasts pressed against his side once more as she swung her calves over his thighs to rest more comfortably. Drawing imaginary shapes on his damp chest, she fluttered her pretty green eyes at him.

"I hope this is okay, Sir. I'm just a little tired -- I couldn't stop thinking about last night and I didn't sleep well because of it. I was so worried about what Mrs. Tipton would have to say and it made me nervous. I don't think I did a good job and I'm sorry for that," she whispered, words concocted to weave the story she'd come up with in a believable fashion.

Susan and Kenneth sidled closer together watching what might someday end up in a live pornshow, but for now, it was only a demonstration of Peter's ownership over Brooklyn. Both of them were happy to see it. They'd been alone for too long and the last girl had been a dud; even before the conditioning, she'd had no mind of her own. Nothing to break, nothing to make her want to fight back. It was all dreadfully boring.

Brooklyn was different. She was calculative and kept her cards close to her chest. Susan never could tell what the girl was thinking, but so far her desire to please on top of her intelligence had made her the best choice. She hoped this could be longterm, but depending on how the training went they might have to re-evaluate. They knew she could be a spitfire if she wanted to be.

"She's perfect," Susan said again, eyes roving over the untried female body in front of her. "She's perfect for us. It will be so lovely the night he finally brings her to bed and takes the only thing she can give a man in exchange for love... What a clever girl we've brought home, haven't we Kenny? Let's have the two lovebirds bond and I'll reward you for everything you've done to bring us our pretty little doll; Brooklyn is worth more than you know," she murmured, taking his hand and tugging him from the pool to the cabana just down below on a stone patio. They couldn't see each other, but both couples would be able to communicate clearly and hear what was going on either above or below them.

Susan Tipton pushed Kenneth back into one of the wicker patio chairs and knelt between his thighs, smirking wickedly up at him.

"You ready, Kenny?"

******

Faking her eyes feeling heavy, Brooklyn nuzzled her nose into the musky skin of Mr. Tipton's throat and laid a kiss there, sigh slipping out of her in contentment. She was quiet for a moment.

"I thought I would feel like a hooker this morning when I got up and that last night was a mistake but... it wasn't. And I didn't. I felt good. Thank you for everything you've given me," she uttered, lies slipping out of her mouth like water. She still felt like just as much of a whore as she had last night. Only this time, she had a mission to accomplish and she might have to act like a harlot to get it done.

This was only step one.

Let's hope she had some latent acting skills buried in there somewhere.

 

[HornyDog2017]

"I hope this is okay, Sir..."

Peter listened -- and Susan and Kenny both watched -- as the teen snuggled up into the man's body. After she'd talked of her worry regarding Susan's approval of her actions last night, Peter pulled Brooklyn even closer with the arm wrapped about her shoulder and reassured her, "Your Mistress is very pleased with your performance, Brooklyn ... as am I."

"I thought I would feel like a hooker," Brooklyn continued after Susan and Kenneth -- their arms around each other's naked bodies -- departed the pool for the nearby yurt. After admitting she was wrong, she told Peter, "Thank you for everything you've given me,"

"And we will give you more, so much more, sweet girl," Peter said, keeping with the youth insinuations. He rolled toward Brooklyn, wrapped his second arm around her lower on her body, and told her, again continuing with the terminology that he and Susan would beat into her if necessary over the months to come, "Your Mistress and I want the world for you … and we will do all we can and need to do … to get that world for you..."

As he pulled her so closely to her that their lower torsos pinned his hardening cock between them, Peter continued with an and not a but, "And you will do all you can and need to do … to earn that world we are about to bestow up you."

With strength, Peter brought Brooklyn easily atop his body as he rolled to his back again. They weren't in enough depth for the teen to keep her body above him by floating; her weight rested upon his, his now fully hardened cock pressing against her bushy mound as he reached to her face, took it in his hands, and pressed a soft, loving kiss to her lips.

"It is time for you to learn your next duty, I think," he said softly, again kissing her.

Peter shifted his lower reaches enough to be sure that she felt his shaft pressing against her virginal body. Even such a naïve, innocent, and pure girl like Brooklyn had to understand that about which he was talking. He caressed his hands down her body until he was clutching her full ass in strong fingers, now kissing her more fully, leading toward passionate.

"We don't keep secrets in our family, and you are a member of that family now," he reminded her in whispers, continuing, "And you have another secret you are keeping from us … keeping from your Master and Mistress."

As he spoke, Peter's strong hands and legs pulled Brooklyn farther up his body until the base of his cock pressed into the cleft below her mound, at the meeting of her thighs. He whispered in seductive tones, "How long do you want to keep this secret...? How long do you want to be burdened with knowing that your Mistress knows you have this secret … that you are keeping it from her … from me … even from yourself?"

 

[Cum_Inside]

Wet hands curled around his neck as he shifted her body so easily into the position he wanted it. She found she liked being manhandled that way, but the insinuation of a secret distracted her as she pulled her mouth away from his and sat back on her heels, well aware of rising cock pressing against her and splitting her drenched folds but never penetrating.

"Secret? I'm not quite sure what you mean," Brooklyn replied, eyebrows drawn up wide, waiting for him to enlighten her.

She wasn't ready for this, felt quite lightheaded at the thought of her first time happening right now and wondered if he may let her away with using her hand on him again.

Earn the world?

They'd do everything they had to do? That sounded kind of extreme. And it was her duty to please him? Another piece of the puzzle clicked into place suddenly.

 

[HornyDog2017]

"Secret? I'm not quite sure what you mean," Brooklyn replied.

"Every girl has a secret," Peter continued, still cryptic in his words.

He was still using that term to describe her that in nearly every circle would have been considered inappropriate what with them being as they were and what with that which Peter wished to do to Brooklyn's body. She was, of course, very much of a legally adult age; Susan, and even Peter, would never have had it any other way. But she was a girl in her heart and soul, and even more so deep inside her very womanly body.

Peter went on with a very carefully thought out, very carefully rehearsed, very carefully spoken, very poetic explanation of how Brooklyn's secret was about how she would react and respond and forever remember … the first time she welcomed a man inside of her. If she'd had any doubts to this point of what Peter was wanting from her -- of what Susan was wanting from her for her husband -- Peter ensured now that those doubts were vanquished.

As he'd been so poetically speaking to her in his soft, seductive tone, he'd continued kissing her just as softly and -- in a way -- just as poetically. And as he laid on his back with her laying atop him, he'd been just as softly and just as seductively caressing and sometimes groping her buttocks and hips and even the tops of the backs of her thighs, wishing her to become more and more comfortable and even wanting of his touch...

...and he'd also been urging her -- ever so cautiously -- to allow her knees to fall outside his own … to allow her womanhood to more fully come into contact with his yearning cock … to allow him to move into position, putting the bulbous head of his cock at her presumably wet folds...

But … had she? Would she? Or … had his words not worked?

 

[Cum_Inside]

She didn't want to have sex. Not only did she not want to, Brooklyn knew better. They had no protection. Even though she'd been living with them for a while now, they were still mostly strangers. She didn't know his favourite colour, his hobbies... None of that. Brooklyn didn't know this man at all who wanted to take her only possession away.

Instead, she reached in between their bodies and wrapped her fingers around his bulbous shaft. It was awkward positioning, straddled though she was over his lap this way, and it made the angle a bit more difficult. Still, Brooklyn remembered it exactly the way he'd wanted it the night before and she was a very quick study, so he didn't have to really guide her this time.

She kept peeking over her shoulder as though she'd be caught and thrown off at any second by his wife but she knew that was the opposite of their desires: Mrs. Tipton had wanted Brooklyn to satisfy her husband sexually all this time. Had it began even before she'd agreed to live with them? Was that why they'd approached her? Some sick fascination with this girl they didn't even know? What was it about her that made them want her? Or did it matter? She was certain that the "who" wasn't as important as the fact that there was someone to sit in Mr. Tipton's lap and please him.

She still didn't understand why Susan couldn't, as she could clearly occupy Kenneth well enough, evidenced by the breathy male pants down below them.

The speech they'd used to trap her was rehearsed. This wasn't a one-off, couldn't be. It wasn't impulsive. They'd wanted Brooklyn, for what reason they'd chosen her she did not know. She intended to find out. If that meant she had to accept her "duties" for the time being, so be it.

But she wouldn't be stifled. For some reason, they were slowly cutting off her connection to the outside world: no phone, no internet or television when they weren't home, no interaction with the world outside their home unless they were with her or she was going to her classes or her study group.

With dawning horror, Brooklyn realized she wasn't a guest in this household. She was a prisoner.

Outwardly, she smiled sweetly at Mr. Tipton and leaned in to kiss him again.

Finding the proof and the reasoning behind this would be the difficult part. It was time to go undercover.

 

[HornyDog2017]

Peter was disappointed that Brooklyn didn't allow him to slip into position and then slip into her virginal pussy. But at the same time, he wasn't surprised. He and Susan had learned from their past experiences that the girls rarely if ever moved as quickly as the pair of them would have liked. Trying to make the girls accept their calendar had failed, two out of three times.

So, a new calendar had been created. It was the reason they were starting with Brooklyn now, in late April; they would have the remaining 6 weeks of her school year to slowly begin separating her from those who knew and maybe even cared about her. And by the time she left her last class of the term, they would be ready to begin her full enslavement at a time when her classmates had assumed she'd gone home for the summer or maybe headed overseas for a hiking tour with some church group. By the start of Fall term, she would be so very much their play thing that they could left her go back to school -- if they chose to -- and have no fear of her rebellion against them.

Once he felt the teen's hand wrapped around his cock, Peter encouraged Brooklyn to stroke as she had so perfectly done the night before. She was getting better, even after just one night, and within a minute or so he was groaning out as his cock deposited little strings of sticky white stuff in the water between them.

"You're such a good girl," Peter told her with a fatherly tone, kissing her again. "Come, we're going to prune up if we stay in here any longer. Let's take a walk, and I'll show you the Wilderness from a perspective few will ever see it."

As they got out, Peter was sure to show Brooklyn more physical contact that what was appropriate for a boss and his employee … but obviously far less than a Master would show his sex slave, which would happen soon enough. When Brooklyn lifted her bra to don it, he reached out to take it, saying, "You won't need this anymore, sweetheart. I would like you to cease wearing a brassiere … is that understood?"

He gave her still bare bosom a longing look, then pulled her to him with one hand while the other reached up to caress the curvature of her firm breast, then touch a finger to a nipple that hardened even more than it had been.

"You'll do that for your Master, won't you?" he asked in a soft whisper, leaning down to kiss her softly but erotically.