Incest/Taboo The Jewel of Desire

Coming into the kitchen for a cup of coffee before heading to the campus, Carl read the outdoor thermometer and wasn't surprised to find the temperatures were already in the nineties. It was only 9am.

Lounging by the pool, while another girl did a few lazy laps, was Sandy and one of her showgirl friends. It was becoming common place for them to come by and use the pool. With their robes discarded, naked women would either be sunning and working on their tans or frolicking in the cool waters. Everyone understood the rule, bathing suits weren't allowed. Carl watched Kimberly Dawson pop out of the water, heading for the lounge chair where she left her large towel. She wiggled her body a little extra in attempt to shed the water dripping off her twentysomething body. Her large brown tits rode high on her chest as her nipples crinkled from the cool water and her large shapely ass jiggle sensuously. Grabbing her towel she wiped the remaining water from her body, paying close attention to the area where her legs met and her under arms. Laying back on her chair, she dawned her large sunglasses and reapplied sunscreen before reclining. It had been weeks since he'd seen her, and she looked hotter than he remembered.

Dressed in khakis and a Hawaiian shirt he walked barefoot out to the pool. Sandy was doing a few laps, Carl watched as her naked pale body sliced through the water then turning underwater like an Olympic swimmer to swim back to the other side.

"Well, hello sweetie, I haven't seen you in quite a while," he addressed Kim as she tried not to show that he'd startled her. Normally, his women can sense his presence. But after her swim and the warm air she was drowsy and was about to take a quick nap. She didn't hear the door to his home open or close. However, hearing his voice, her pussy immediately anticipated his cock. And her juices began to flow, making her very wet. It had been several weeks since she'd seen him.

"Good morning Sir," wanting to address him as master. But went with the acceptable fallback title, should any of the neighbors be listening. "I was hoping that I'd get to see you", she sat up now. He watched her dark brown nipples harden. Spreading her legs and revealing her womanhood, she turned to get out of the chair to properly greet him. Much to his delight.

Most of the water had evaporated and she longed to press herself close to him. He opened his arms and Kim flatten her young body to his. He lowered his head, kissed her neck and, the lobes of her ears making his way to her thick lips. All the while caressing her ass. When he broke the kiss, Kimberly was out of breath and dripping her juices down her leg. Sandy had finished her laps and was watching. She too was wondering if he had the time to fuck them. It was late in the morning, and being his neighbor, she knew his schedule.

"I wish I had the time to play, but this is final's week and I've already missed too many classes." Dashing their hopes. Gently and reluctantly, he detangled himself from the naked beauty. She felt sad, until remembering she'd found someone to introduce him too.

"Oh...I almost forgot! I have someone I want you to meet. Do you have any time this week?" That captured his attention. He hoped it would be a black woman or another woman of color. He'd met too few. He did have an opening in his schedule this afternoon. That put an immediate smile on her face. She squealed and jumped up and down in delight, before settling and kissing his face with a dozen small pecks, before finding his mouth and kissing him passionately once more. Reluctantly he broke the kiss, he needed to get moving.

Not before reaching into his pocket and pulling out a business card, which contained his cell number, email address, and the address of his new condo, which was near the campus. Unbeknown to Dee or anyone else until now, he just closed on a condo walking distance from the campus. Thinking it was a good investment and he'd have a nice place to have his increasing flings. "Meet me at two, okay? Gotta go." Kim was bouncing on her feet, her tits and ass jiggling as she watched her master leave.

"Looks like you've got a date! Lucky girl. I live right next door and I hardly see him," she lamented, climbing from the pool and grabbing her towel. "Don't wear yourself out, we're working tonight."

It was a pretty busy morning, but her docket for the afternoon wasn't nearly as busy. Chief U.S. District Judge Jennifer Dawson had made plans to meet her daughter for lunch. Judge Dawson was a very attractive woman in her late forties, she had a sharp legal mind, but gave up her practice when recommended for this judgeship, ten years later she was chief. Although she didn't approve of her daughter's occupation, she was pleased to learn that she had recently been inspired to continue her education. Perhaps she'd get hooked and leave the Vegas nightlife behind.

She'd expected to meet at a restaurant and was surprised to find herself at the Waldorf Astoria on the strip. She shrugged it off and went to the designated room on the 20th floor where her daughter opened the door to a luxurious, tastefully decorated condo. A bit suspicious, Judge Dawson reluctantly entered as Kimberly led her mother to the dining area where two small Cobb salads were on the table and a small bottle of white wine. The two women ate and talked. Kimberly didn't say whose condo they were in. Her mother knew it wasn't her daughter's, and also knew that in her business Kimberly did have many wealthy friends and acquaintances. She didn't need to know more than that.

An hour later, the women heard the door open and watched as Carl entered the condo. Kim jumped to her feet, ran to greet him with a brief kiss on the lips, then pulled him into the dining room. Her mother had suspected it was her lover or perhaps a boyfriend. He was tall and looked to be in very good physical shape. "Carl Newman, I'd like you to meet my mother, Chief Justice Jennifer Dawson."

She'd already risen from the table before he arrived. She smiled and extended her hand. He accepted her hand, brought it halfway to his mouth, bowed the rest of the way and kissed it. "It's a pleasure to meet you!"

She was a bit taken back. "Thank you. Nice place you have here. It doesn't look lived in. Is it a vacation condo or a love nest? She could see that he was older, perhaps in his thirties. Are you and Kim in a relationship?"

The old Kim would have died of humiliation from her mother's inquiry. But Kim didn't flinch. He gently released her hand, taking a step closer and looked deeply into her eyes. The judge looked back, startled as his eyes changed, replaced with the blue-on-blue lightning storm. "What the..."

Five minutes later, Judge Dawson awoke from her trance. She was fully indoctrinated but confused for the briefest of moments. She smiled and began removing her clothes tossing them to the floor as she watched Carl pull off his polo shirt revealing a muscular upper body and washboard abs. When he removed his pants, she was delighted to see the large white stalk pointing to the ceiling. She took several steps forward to embrace her new lover. She was caught off guard to see her daughter, naked as she, approaching him from behind. She arrived first and embraced him, wrapping her arms lovingly around him. Meanwhile he opened his arms and Jennifer slipped comfortably inside and their lips met.

They were both good kissers, and as they tongue wrestled, Jennifer found she was easily out matched. He was literally taking her breath away. She was melting in so many ways. Her nipples were so hard they were almost painful. Her puss was so wet, she'd thought she'd peed. When he released her she was panting. Then she slowly slid down his body to his waiting cock and began caressing it and licking. He was big, but she'd done big before. Soon she had taken his entire cock down her throat, and he fucked her mouth.

Kim strongly favored her mother's side of the family and looked like a younger version of her. However, it wasn't until seeing them together naked could one appreciate how much they looked alike. It was obvious who was the elder, but Carl knew in a few weeks or less, they would look not just like sisters, but like twins. Currently, Jennifer's breasts were smaller and lacked the buoyancy they had in her youth. Also, she wore her hair in a more conservative style. He knew that too would change.

Despite her new programming, the judge didn't know if her daughter was her rival or partner. All she knew was that she was his to command and she could refuse him nothing. She didn't like that, but there was nothing she could do about it. As a result, being naked meant he wanted to fuck. Over time she would learn what he liked and anticipate his needs. He was completely irresistible. She'd do anything for him, short of harming herself or taking a life.

As a result, she knew she had to end any and all relationships with the men she was seeing. However, she was encouraged to have sex with as many women as necessary to keep her happy as long as she was available when her master wanted her. "Oh..." Jennifer thought as she reviewed her primary instructions. "...partner and lover." She realized that not only was she expected to become bisexual, but her daughter was on the menu, too.

With Jennifer in his arms and Kim hugging him from behind, he was sandwiched between two beautiful women ready to fuck him until he wanted no more. He kissed Jennifer passionately for several minutes until her knees weakened and she was breathless. No one had ever kissed her that well before, and she felt her pussy moisten. As if on cue, he reached between her thighs and into her juicing cunt, inserting a finger. Judge Jennifer squealed in delight, then one finger became two, and she was leaking her juices into his hand. Breaking the kiss, he moved a hand to her breasts, capturing her nipple as it tighten into a hard raisin-like nub, begging for more attention. Meanwhile, Kim's body contoured itself against his. Her hard nipples pressing into his back as she rested her head on his shoulder watching her mother being taken by her master.

"Why don't we adjourn to the bedroom," he said as he grabbed both women around the waist. The primary suite was huge, he released them, and they ran to opposite sides of the bed and climbed in. "I've never had the chance to be with both mother and daughter before, I know we're going to repeat this, but why don't you two show me how much you two love one another?"

Judge Dawson hadn't had any intimate contact with another woman since her freshman year in college. And she certainly didn't harbor those kinds of feelings for her daughter. But she wasn't the same woman she'd been just ten minutes ago. She'd been reprogrammed. First, it's what her master asked of her and secondly, she was to become bisexual. She did find her daughter beautiful. Her body was very similar to her own. She quickly assessed and appreciated the features of her naked body. She was eager to find out if she still knew how to make love to another woman. She loved her daughter very much and since she was an adult, what was the harm, she rationalized.

As for Kimberly, since meeting Carl and Dee, she was happily bi-sexual. She loved cock and pussy equally and if it was something that Carl wanted it must be right. It was an added bonus to finally have the opportunity to make love to the woman who raised her, and she didn't hesitate once it was suggested.

Taking the lead, she pulled her mother close and led her into the most passionate kisses she'd ever shared with another woman. Though a bit hesitant, the older woman was quickly caught up in the passion. As the kissing took her breath away, she seemed to anchor herself by fondling her daughter's large natural breasts, so like her own when she was that age. Kim continued to explore her mother's mouth with her tongue as she reached forward with her left hand to find her pussy wet and open, eager for attention. Unable to contain herself any longer, Kim broke the kiss and pushed her mother back on the bed, spreading her legs, then her pussy lips as she visited for the first time the place she came from.

Tempted to join the two, Carl waited as he watched them curl into a sixty-nine and Jennifer taste her daughter's pussy. It was hard to concentrate. Kim knew what to do and was good at it. Jennifer squealed and shuddered as she came quickly and learned that she was multi-orgasmic as one built on the other. She'd never come like this with Kim's father or any other man she'd fucked. Through the sheer force of will, the judge was able to stimulate her daughter's clit enough to get her off and Jennifer drank deeply from a woman's pussy again. She knew that it wouldn't be the last time. For the briefest of moments, she wondered what this change would mean in her life. She loved cock, but no cock had made her feel this way, not even Kim's father. And just when she thought things couldn't get any better, she felt Sir's weight on the bed and his cock slide into her very wet pussy.

She howled as he bottomed out. He was big, long and thick. She'd been with a few white men before, though none as big as this. It made her wonder if he rivaled the size of her other lovers. It had been a while; she wasn't seeing anyone currently and had even neglected her normal grooming which she did when she was in a relationship. She worried what he must think of her. Those silly thoughts of not being enough faded quickly as he began to slowly stroke in and out. The feeling was incredible, better than any sex she'd had with any man and she'd yet to climax. It kept building stronger and stronger, the feeling was pleasant and continued to feel better with every stroke. She was beginning to feel overwhelmed, approaching sensory overload. That's when Kim began sucking on her nipples and playing with her tits. It was too much, and Jennifer screamed at the top of her lungs as the dam burst and she actually began squirting her juices as she yelled louder. This had never happened before. She'd heard of it, but never thought she'd experience it. He kept fucking her and she continued to holler until it was too much, and she lost consciousness.

She woke to the screams of Kim as she and Carl fucked. Jennifer didn't know how long she was out, but it must have been for several minutes. It looked like Carl and Kim had been at it for a while, Kim was sweating and so was Carl.

In truth, they had switched positions several times. Kim was now riding her master reversed cowgirl, and squealing in delight as she traversed his wonderful cock. Seeing that Jennifer was awake, he signaled that he was getting close. Kim jumped off and pulled her mother to join her as they both took turns licking, sucking and worshiping his cock until he exploded roaring loudly.

Like a scene from a porn movie, Carl stroked his cock, while mother and daughter sat on their thighs, mouths open and tongues out. He sprayed his cum on their faces and tits. There was so much cum. With each squirt he roared loudly, as one rope of cum after the other shot forth from his cock until there was no more. Judge Jennifer grabbed his cock and stuffed it into her mouth. Sucking she tried to find more of his tasty seed. While Kim licked up the cum that had fallen on her mother, beginning with her tits and ending with her face.

He retreated and watched, as the judge repaid her daughter's ministrations with those of her own, in reverse order. Holding her daughters face in her palms she began to lick up the forgotten cum. Once it was consumed they again kissed passionately, just as they had done in the beginning.

Holding her daughter's large tit she sucked on the darker nipple, squeezing the flesh and getting lost in her passion. Not wanting to miss any of the fun, he spread Jennifer's legs wide as he pulled her to his face, covering her pussy with his mouth. No longer satisfied with her daughter's tits, Kim positioned herself so that her mother could eat her pussy. Jennifer immediately attempted to mimic Carl's technique. As he nibbled on her clit, he inserted a finger and alternated his tongue and guarded teeth. The result was an earth-shattering scream that released copious amounts of vagina fluids and Carl swallowed it all. Desperate to bring her daughter similar pleasure Jennifer continued her assault resulting in similar rewards.

They washed together in the huge shower. Water was coming from several different directions including the floor. Reluctantly, they dressed, Judge Dawson retrieved her phone to find it had blown up with several calls and text messages. Her worried staff were in a panic and about to call in the Marshalls. She was very late, and her afternoon had to be rescheduled. She lied about her phone being out of power telling them to expect her shortly.

Waiting for her to attend to her duties, Carl and Kimberly chatted about nothing in particular and stopped once Jennifer's call had concluded.

"I know this is a bit confusing. I understand. That's natural and expected. I won't interrupt your day like this again. Instead, I'll make sure I'm scheduled on your calendar for most of our future meetings," he stated matter-of-factly.

She struggled with just how to confirm her understanding. Reluctantly answered, "Yes, of course...Master."

Seeing she was uncomfortable with the title, of which he too wasn't crazy about. He asked her to explain her feelings. "As an African American woman, that title invokes particular images of a time that was extremely difficult for us as a people," she paused. "Would it be alright if I used Sir or Mister? My surrender is complete and total; it would spare me many unpleasant images."

He truly loved and admired intelligent women. And he was very pleased they'd met, and she'd been acquired. "Yes, for you Jennifer, I'll accept this." The woman smiled hugely and rushed to him for a farewell kiss that was passionate, causing her panties to dampen. "I am very late; I must go, until next time?" She hurried away but not without blowing a kiss to her daughter Kim, who too was smiling broadly.

As she drove back to the court building, she couldn't help wondering what happened and how she could let a total stranger control her, but she knew it had happened and there was nothing she could do but comply. She and Kimberly were owned. The rest of her day was unpredictable, but pleasant. Everyone seemed to notice how happy the judge seemed and didn't give it another thought.

The next few days were routine. She expected a call, a text or an email, from her new owner, but she'd heard nothing. She resumed her duties happier and with more enthusiasm than she had in years. Her closest staff suspected it was a new lover or good family news. Her phone calls with her daughter Kimberly increased and they began spending more time together. On one such gathering Kimberly stayed the night which turned into a marathon "fuck-fest" in which they introduced sex toys into their new relationship. They talked about everything. When her mother asked about how she'd met their owner, Kimberly couldn't say. Everything was there, but she was simply unable to communicate it.

The judge did notice a few body changes that she couldn't explain. For example, her tits appeared to be growing, firming up like she remembered them in her twenties. And her nipples were more sensitive. She could come from "titty-play" alone. Unable to get away for a waxing, she noticed that her pubic hair had on its own disappeared, leaving her with a smooth bald pussy. She'd planned on having it cut into a short, cropped landing strip, but so much for that idea. She laughed. It looked so much younger. Even pretty, she thought. Her overstuffed taco began to retract. Even many of the lines in her face she hid with makeup disappeared. She was amazed. When she spoke with Kim about the changes, Kim chuckled. "I was wondering when that would happen. How big are the girls, now? Has your bra size changed?" Kim was amazed to learn that her bra sized didn't change. Instead, the girls had just firmed up and were riding higher than ever. Kim had a show that evening, but promised to come by the next night when she was off to see for herself. Furthermore, she told her mother how lucky she was, most of the women grew two bra sizes at the minimum. And asked her to imagine the problems that would cause.

It wasn't long before she felt the irritating desire to get herself in better physical shape. As a result, she renewed her lapsed membership at the country club gym. If all those changes weren't enough, she had the nagging feeling she needed to introduce Mister to someone she'd be certain he'd like to meet. She didn't know if that meant another woman, a man, as a sexual partner or someone wealthy and influential. Eventually, she understood it could be all or a combination of all. Also, her owner was heterosexual. She didn't know what she needed to do with all this new information until the next day. A particularly interesting case was being argued by two opposing lawyers, both had very good arguments and she didn't know how she would rule. After court had recessed for the day, an attractive veteran attorney, Dolores Newman, who had been arguing one side of the case, asked to see the judge. This was highly unusual and flirting with disaster. Nevertheless, the name seemed to mean something to her on a subconscious level and Judge Dawson allowed the visit, stern that it was to be brief.

She entered the judge's chambers, she saw the shapely judge moving about her office, in a royal blue business suit, her robe hanging on a nearby hat rack. Impatient to get this meeting over, Chief Justice Jennifer Dawson asked as she returned a law book to a bookcase, "What can I do for you counselor," Dee couldn't help but notice how attractive the woman was and she was eager to see more. Knowing they were the only ones in the room she answered.

"Our master has need of you. She handed her a card with an address, you are to meet me here in thirty minutes." Surprised, Judge Dawson froze, she hadn't heard from him in over a week and part of her hoped that she had imagined the whole thing. Taking the card, still stunned she recognized the address as the apartment where her life had been changed. "I can't." She looked at her docket and calendar, "I've this thing blocking out the next few hours. Besides, he said he'd schedule the next time with me." She was nervous and excited; her pussy began to warm and tingle. She knew she'd not be able to resist if pushed. Dee took a few steps towards the judge, "Our Master did, and he's your 2PM. Now quit pretending you have a choice in the matter. I'll see you then." Dee spun and walked out of the office. As Jennifer watched the attractive attorney strut from her chambers, she had to admit that she was beginning to look at women in a new way. This one in particular had her attention.

Twenty-five minutes later Judge Dawson was waiting outside the apartment. She was nervous. The last time she was here she'd had mind altering sex, and lesbian sex with her daughter. Then this stranger took her, made her his plaything and toy. He fucked her like she'd never been fucked before. As she was replaying all those images in her mind, the door opened. Standing barefoot in a white terry cloth robe was attorney Dolores Newman. Her long auburn hair was wrapped in a towel on top of her head. She'd just gotten out of the shower. "Punctual, I like that. Please do come in."

Almost trance-like, Judge Dawson stepped inside as the attorney closed the door. "Follow me, would you like something to drink?" Dee asked as she steered them through the kitchen. "Yes, do you have any white wine?" This wasn't a business meeting. She would not be returning to work. Stopping in the kitchen, Dee pulled a bottle from the wine cooler and opened it effortlessly. She selected two particular glasses from the cabinet and poured an ample amount of Sauvignon Blanc into the long stem glasses. She placed the glasses and the bottle on a silver tray and carried them into the living room, as the judge followed. She was back in the room where it had all begun.

The choice of glasses wasn't lost on the judge; her host seemed to know something about wines. Inviting the judge to sit, Dee sat next to her placing the tray on the round table in front of them. She handed Judge Dawson a glass and hefted her own. "Cheers," Dee said holding out her glass and they both took a sip. Judge Dawson was impressed, it was a good vintage; she smiled but was becoming impatient to learn why she was beckoned. "Mmmmmm...delicious! But why have I been summoned? I thought he'd be here."

"Thank you, he may make an appearance," Dee said before taking another sip from her glass. "He's not here now. He told me about your issue with being, how did you put it, 'owned' and the implications. I'm sorry that you feel that way, perhaps I can change your mind."

The judge stiffened and put her glass down, thinking perhaps it was drugged. "How are you going to do that?"

"Don't worry; we're just going to talk. If you've not learned from your daughter Kimberly, his name is Carl, Carl Newman, my husband." The words hung in the air and the judge worried that this was a disgruntled wife and that things may not go well for her.

Sensing the judge's apprehension, she assured her that she wasn't here to berate, scold or punish her for having sex with her husband, far from it. In fact, she was pleased that Kimberly had the wisdom to invite her here for a visit. She only wanted two things from her. The first was a decision in her favor and the second a little play time.

The judge wasn't sure what offended her the most, the audacity that she'd even consider ruling in favor of this woman because she was the wife of "Him" or that she'd consider having lesbian sex with her, even though she was awfully attractive.

"No... sorry. I don't think so. Negative on both. I'm going to rule on the side of the law, I've a few more rulings to read before I make my decision. Perhaps I should simply rule against you for attempting to influence a judge."

Dee took another sip of her wine, "I don't think you understand. You don't have a choice. But you're new to our little family. I'm here to indoctrinate you. Help you to adjust to your new situation. Make sure you understand what ownership means." She paused and studied the judge. Her face gave away nothing, but she was beginning to understand. "This isn't simply something I want, though you'd do it for me, too. But it's also what he wants. You don't have a choice. You simply do what you're told."

It was as if she was slapped across her face. Judge Dawson winced. She looked at the woman with a defiant grin and folded her arms across her chest. "Well, I guess I'll have to wait for his punishment when he arrives."

Smiling she responded. "Why? I'd be more than happy to discipline you if that's the course you want to follow. But why be so difficult?" Dee leaned forward and her robe loosened. The judge could see Dee's naked breasts and they were spectacular. She looked deep into the judge's eyes. Jennifer began to fear something was going to happen. When her eyes didn't change, she felt relief. Dee leaned back, her robe opened more, revealing her naked pussy. The judge couldn't help noticing and unconsciously licked her lips. Dee's pussy was beautiful. She stared; speechless. She was aroused. She knew that she'd been looking at women differently the last few days, and clearly didn't want these feelings now.

"Remove all your clothes and set them on the coffee table." Dee commanded, leaning back and taking a big swallow from her glass.

"What? Are you mad? I will not!" and began removing her blazer. "What the fuck," she said losing her composure for the first time. She watched her fingers unbuttoning her blouse and pulling it off. "What have you done to me? Its drugs, right? You drugged the wine," the judge said as she remove her shoes and shimmied out of her skirt setting it on the table with the rest of her clothes. She was wearing just her bra and panties, an expensive set, Dee noticed.

"Don't stop, I need to see that body of yours, completely naked."

The judge tried to suppress her actions. But her hands seemed to have a mind of their own. She lifted her hands and unsnapped the hooks in the front of her bra and her luscious tits bounce forward. The brown twins rode high on her chest. Her nipples were hard, betraying her, evidence that she was extremely aroused. Hooking her thumbs in the bikini panties, she bent at the waist, sliding them down her smooth shapely legs. She lifted her dainty feet clad in her black Christian Louboutin slingback stiletto sandal one at a time. Picking up her panties, she placed them on the pile of clothing and stood in front of Dee, completely humiliated. Then in what was almost a second thought, she cupped her hands over her breasts and rubbed them the way she normally would after removing her bra.

There she stood, betrayed by her own body, naked, wearing only her black heels. She looked like one of the playmates from a classic Playboy Magazine. Her legs positioned modestly, hiding her naked pussy. She waited. Her arms dangling at her sides. "Wait, that wasn't right. She needed to do something with her arms." Before she could question these thoughts, she put one hand on her hip and extended the other. "Why was she doing this?" She was clearly aroused. She paused, again, lifted her chin and smiled broadly as if posing for a picture. Then she relaxed. She never imagined herself in such a compromised position. Gathering her courage, she spoke.

"Okay, I get it. You've got me. Let me get dressed and I'll rule in your favor. I promise, just let me go." She was frightened and confused about how this could be happening.

"Of course you'll rule in my favor. That was never in question." Distracted by the naked judge, Dee changed the subject.

"By the way, the pose. Classic Playboy Playmate, right? That's pretty tame. Can you do Classic Hustler?"

The judge kicked off her heels, turned her feet in and opened her pussy with both hands exposing everything. She was dripping wet and slippery, but she managed to hold her position long enough for the imagined photo shot. Then relaxed again letting go of her pussy, standing still, hand at her sides, tits jiggling in front of her.

"Damn Judge, you know your men's magazines. By the way, nice pussy. You look horny. And congratulations on the nice rack. Have you noticed any changes?"

"What," she talking about my tits firming and growing larger. "How does she know about that?"

"Oh good, you've either waxed or woke one morning to find all your pubic hair gone. He hates pubic hair."

"What?" The judge asked again looking at Dee as she stood and removed her robe. She strolled the short distance and stopped so the judge could get the full picture. "Oh, I forgot this." She pulled the towel from off her head, shook it twice. Not only was her hair dry, but it fell into place as if it had just been styled.

The judge was so aroused by this point she didn't know what to do. She could feel her juices running down her legs. "I...I don't understand."

"Of course you do, darling. You're here for sex, you and me." She paused. "You're a lesbian now."

The judge was practically panting. Everything she said had come true. But she wasn't a lesbian. To be a lesbian you have to have sex with women only, she love cock, too. That made her bisexual if anything, besides she'd only had sex with her daughter so that only made her bi-curious.

"I can see you struggling with these new ideas, but it's true." Dee lifted her magnificent tits. "Doesn't looking at my tits make you want to suckle them?"

The judge fought the urge but in her mind she saw herself lifting a tit and sucking the nipple as she practically gushed.

"Not enough," Dee licked her fingers on one hand and put them in her pussy. She stirred it for a couple of moments and moaned. With the other hand she lifted her left tit and nipple to her mouth. "I've been told I have a pretty pussy; don't you think? Oh, you can't see it from way over there, come closer."

Before she realized it she was taking long strides and knelt in front of Dee as she spread her pussy lips wide.

"What do you think? Is my pussy the prettiest you've ever seen, I know you've not seen many, but humor me."

Breathlessly, Judge Dawson nodded. She was afraid that is she spoke she'd confirm that everything Dee had said was true.

"What's the matter, pussy's got your tongue? That is a good idea. Quit playing coy, go for it." Dee said as she moved her hands away and the judge surrendered to her programing. Spreading her legs wide, Jennifer planted her mouth on Dee's pussy and ate it like she had her daughter. Dee squealed, "That's it...mmm, yes there. That's right. You're very good, a natural."

Dee fell back on the couch and the judge followed her, licking and lapping at the woman's clit bringing Dee close to her first climax. The judge was lost in her desire and as Dee came she sucked up as much as the tasty nectar as she could. Recovering, Dee bent the two into a sixty-nine and she got the judge off quickly as she screamed her total surrender. In the next twenty minutes the two women took turns getting each other off, giggling and moaning, screaming and squealing as they enjoyed each other. Judge Dawson still couldn't believe what had happened and tried not to think about it as she enjoyed her newest partner. "That's two (women) now, she could still say that she was bi-curious." She thought as she lay next to Dee and they toyed with each other, Dee a finger in her pussy stirring it lightly and she licking and pulling gently on one of Dee's nipples.

As if she knew what the judge was thinking, Dee surprised her again. "You are gay now; you are a lesbian. No more men. Only Mister for you. He's pretty busy so you are going to have to rely on your girlfriends to keep your hyped-up libido in check. Unless you've a collection of larger bras you are probably going to grow into the next cup size. Mister likes big tits." As she spoke her finger went deeper into the judge's pussy making her moan. "Jennifer, you will rule in my favor. You don't have a choice. It's a fact. Just like you were reluctant at first. You will do what I say. You can't help it. I'm your mistress."

"Yes mistress, Dolores, of course." Jennifer said. "I won't disappoint you." She meant it. She realized her place and was helpless to do anything about it, so she simply accepted it. She wondered if she'd come out of the closet. It made her laugh. She'd never been in the closet until now. If she was truly a lesbian that meant that she was going to be attracted to other women. She's single, but it may attract undue attention. She didn't know what to do about that, yet.

Dee interrupted her thoughts again, stirring her wet pussy and correcting her. "You will call me Mistress Dee when we're in private or among your sisters whom you'll meet in good time. I will call you by your title only in public. I will call you Jennifer and other less complementary names as the mood suits me. Do you understand?" The judge nodded. "For now, you'll keep up your present guise. Be discrete if you find yourself attracted to other women. When horny and in need call me if you can't find anyone else to scratch that itch. I'll send one of your sisters to help you and there's always your daughter, Kim."

Realizing that Carl wasn't going to make it, Dee suggested that they shower. Knowing the way, Jennifer got up and pulled her mistress up and the two kiss passionately rubbing themselves against each other. Dee broke the kiss and led the way to the primary bedroom and shower. They played and kissed then cleaned up. Dee had Jennifer eat her pussy once more because she could and then dismissed Jennifer who simply walked naked out the room to find her clothes where she left them and began to dress. When she was done and about to leave Dee called out to her, "You don't play tennis do you?"

Confessing that she didn't Dee suggested that she learn and then once again dismissed her. As she walked to the door of the apartment she couldn't help but notice the lights of the strip and all the activity going on outside. She imagined this apartment must have cost millions, her master must be rich.
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