Monica's Tale

It all went so according to plan. First I would take Semra somewhere that seemed innocent enough. We would talk for a while, and I would get her to open up like I usually do. You see I've always had my own designs on Semra. I was a bit jealous of her young, lush body that she refused to use the right way, which in my judgment was to please anyone who wanted to have sex with her. I was bound and determined this time out to take her away from John, and turn her into someone else. Someone she and I both deserved. Enter my partner Blake.

Did I say partner? Maybe I shouldn't have said that, but what's done is done. Yes, Blake is my partner, and we run a BDSM dungeon together. He is the Master, and I, of course, am the Mistress. We both "recruit" new talent whenever possible. This is why my eyes and my heart were set on Semra. I've always wanted her. And soon, with Blake's help, she would be mine.

I always knew Semra to be a very submissive girl, which would make her an easy catch under the right conditions. As soon as we had her reeled in, hook, line, and sinker, her training could begin. If she proved to be difficult, well, what can I say? I've sold many difficult slaves to many wealthy clients overseas. Semra would be no different if she turned out to be difficult. She would disappear without a trace after an Internet auction, and become someone else's problem. My best customer for difficult slaves had always been Vladimir Rattinsky who ran a Hostel in a little village just outside of Prague. Yes, I've seen first hand what Vlad does with the girls I send him. Some of it is not very pretty as he allows his exclusive guests to imbibe in the deadliest of fantasies with his slaves. Still there are some girls who are lucky enough to survive as sexual fodder for any guest who visits Vlad's Hostel. Semra would probably end up being a lucky one with her olive skin, dark hair, and lovely, dark, almond shaped eyes, offset by her full, pouting lips. Her wide hips, perky breasts, and well rounded heart shaped ass made her the perfect looker, and the perfect whore to satisfy the pickiest of guests.

But enough of Vlad and his Hostel. I have high hopes for Semra. I can feel her nude body next to mine, eager to please me in any way I demand. That's what I desire, and want most out of her. She won't be trained, but rather shaped, formed and chiseled like a fine piece of art. Why? Because that is how I see Semra. And that is why I fell in love with her. I'm sure she will bear Blake a child. It's inevitable as she's seriously trying to get pregnant, and Blake wants to fuck her into submission. But I'm sure the three of us will raise the child together, for it will become a token of love as much as it will be of servitude.

My job in all of this tonight will be to stay hidden in the shadows, and let Blake do his magic with Semra while I take pictures and film their encounter. I'd love to see the look on John's face as I send him each individual picture, and as he watches the film. Yes, I admit I am curious as to what he will do. Will he accept it? Will he let her go? Or will he fight for her? I know if I were him, I'd fight for her. But that's me, and that's because I truly do love her. Who knows? Maybe at some point I will even get to console John, and then Semra and I will have him in common as well. We shall see what happens.

Right now, I need to check my telescopic camera, and make sure it's in the right position to capture the show. I've picked a good, secluded spot where no one can find me. Withe the checks complete, all I can do is wait. But it seems I don't have to wait for very long. There they are, getting comfy. Blake already has her on his lap. They do a little idle chatting, and then the kissing begins. I start taking pictures of this very naughty scene, and I can't help but feel turned on by it. I watch as Semra lifts herself slightly, and wriggles out of her panties, and gives them to Blake. I have to giggle a little as she takes her own picture of Blake sniffing them. If she only knew...

The meat and potatoes moment finally arrives when Blake forcefully slams his cock into her. Semra should have known better than to turn around on his lap. That is an open invitation to any man. I start the camera filming on auto. It's getting wonderful close ups of her bare naked ass with Blake's big, fat cock stuffed inside her. I can tell she's upset about it, and she's tearing herself apart over it. Now Blake has taken her phone away from her. and he's taking pictures of the two of them together himself.

This is more than even I can handle. Oh my dear Semra! You don't know how much I wish it were me in Blake's place! I'd love to fuck you hard with my toys! My hand slides up under my dress, and down into my panties. I have to get off. I need to get off. I rub myself, searching for my little love button as I watch them through the lens. I feel my breast with my other hand, and gently start to tug on my engorged nipple. Oh, it won't be long now until I find sweet release! If only it was with my darling Semra! I want her so much! I close my eyes to the scene of her and Blake together, and imagine being with her. Oh gawd! I can't wait to taste her sweet pussy! Oh, I hope she'll like mine as much as I'll like hers!

My eyes fly open as I can feel my own orgasm approaching. There in the lens I see Semra now fucking Blake like a woman out of control. It's enough to send me over the edge. "AAAUUUGGGHH!" I moan as quietly as I can. My knees go weak, and I fall to the ground to continue my orgasmic reverie. I tingle all over as my fingers continue to dance and twirl around my little nub of pleasure. My body convulses in sensual rapture like it never has before. "SEMRA!" I cry out, and I fall backwards, totally spent.