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                                     DANE MANOR           by John Sellers



          John sat scanning the latest edition of PORN MONTHLY. The magazine
     had evolved  from an idea on a computer bulletin board and had started
     life  as SMUT  NEWS.  Now  it had grown into a full  blown  magazine
     with  articles, features, pictures, adverts and even the odd competition
     (most of which was extremely odd indeed) and he was happy to be one of
     the select people on the circulation  list.  He had a quick look at the
     crossword. <1A  To  copulate, rhymes  with duck, begins with F. (4
     letters)>. 'Shit!', he thought,  'These crosswords  are getting harder
     every month'. Flicking the page he spotted a personal  ad.  "Has sex
     become a routine? We can put excitement  back.  Call Dane Manor".

          Reaching  for  the  phone John quickly punched out the  number on
     the keypad. After a couple of rings, "Dane Manor.  Can I help you?".
     The voice was feminine, soft and sultry, and
     his  prick twitched with anticipation. "Hi. I'm John. I saw your ad and
     I wondered what you  had to offer". "Personally John, a large pair of
     tits and a nice, warm pussy.  How does that sound?", came the reply.
     John gulped. "Fine", he  said nervously, "But what I meant was what
     services do you give?". "Anything your little cock desires", answered
     the sultry voice, "Look, why not drive down and spend the weekend.  I'm
     sure we can cater to your most secret longing". John got the address and
     booked a "Fantasy  Special" for the following weekend.

          The days dragged but soon it was Saturday morning and John  was  all
     packed ready for his 'special'. The drive took two hours and he wondered
     whether he had got the directions right as he weaved through the  little
     country lanes. Eventually he saw a large country house ahead and stopped
     at the gate. The board outside told him he had found Dane Manor and he
     made his way up the drive and stopped in front of the house. As he got
     out of the car he was met by a curvaceous blonde. "Hello John, I'm
     Christine.  Welcome  to Dane Manor. You found our secluded little den
     of iniquity then?". The voice was the same as on the phone, he marveled
     at the size of her tits, 42D at least.  "Yes, just about. It's a bit out
     of the way", he said still staring at  the two huge globes floating a
     few feet away. "You weren't lying about the tits",  John said summoning
     up his courage. "Well when you've settled yourself into your room I'll
     come up and maybe you can find out about the other bit",  Christine
     purred, her tongue flicking her bottom lip seductively.

          John was shown to a large double room and he quickly put his things
     away. Just then there was knock on the door and Christine entered
     carrying a large bottle of champagne and two glasses. They sat on the
     bed  together drinking and talking. Every time he made a pass at
     Christine she made an excuse and poured him another drink. After a while
     John  felt  extremely light-headed, which was odd for him since he could
     always take his drink. As he looked at Christine's face her smile faded
     into a mocking sneer and he realized that although she had been pouring
     him glass after glass of champagne he hadn't actually seen her touch a
     drop. He made a move to get up but the room was now spinning and John
     collapsed back onto the bed and lost consiousness.

          John  awoke  to find himself spread-eagled on the floor,  face up
     and stark naked. As his head cleared he tried to break his bonds but the
     noise of his struggle served only to summon his captor. Christine
     entered,  now naked herself, and approached his helpless body. "You
     chauvinistic bastard",
     she sneered, "You thought you were going to come here and have  girls
     pampering to your every whim.  How typical of the male race, they expect
     it on a plate. Well for your information, in this establishment we
     provide a service for women not men. They come here and we provide them
     a man to fulfill **their** fantasy.  And you're the meat". John struggled
     to break free again but the bonds were to strong. Christine delivered
     him a hard kick to the balls, even with her bare feet she made his eyes
     water. She knelt beside him, "Unfortunately, I happen to need a dick
     from time to time so your first job is to service me". With that she
     knelt across his face and, grabbing his hair,  pulled his head up to
     meet her juicy twat. "Suck out my juices you wanker, stick your tongue
     up my cunt", she hissed. Now, apart from the pain this  wasn't at all
     bad, John reasoned, if he could have planned his visit beforehand then
     having his face buried between this gorgeous blonde's thighs would have
     been pretty high on the list. It wasn't long before his prick had
     responded to the situation and was standing proudly to attention.
     Christine removed herself from his face and sat back onto his chest.
     "Did you enjoy that?",  she inquired. "Yes", John replied licking his
     lips, "the best cunt I've ever tasted".  "Pity", Christine said, "you
     don't deserve to enjoy yourself.  I'm going to fuck you now and woe
     betide you if you cum".  Christine lowered herself down onto his prick
     and began to ride.  Looking up John saw those magnificent mammaries
     swinging to and fro and he longed to reach up and caress them. He could
     feel the juices surging up inside him and he had to concentrate hard
     to stop from cumming.  Christine was breathing heavy now and she ran her
     fingernails the entire length of John's chest drawing  blood.  John
     cried out with pain but Christine leaned forward and silenced him by
     pushing her tongue into his mouth. She kissed him fiercely as her cunt
     bucked up and down on his rock-hard member and with a cry of ecstasy
     she came.

          Christine got up and walked over to a small  wash  basin.  Rising a
     flannel she wiped herself between the legs.  Then without rinsing it
     again she came over and began wiping John's face. "We can't have you
     looking all sticky for our next two ladies can we?", she said as she
     washed the rest  of him.  'Two!', John thought to himself as Christine
     dried him with a towel, 'things are looking up'. Christine put on a
     robe and left the room.  John tried again to release himself but within
     a couple of minutes she was back. "There you are ladies. He's all yours.
     Have a nice time". John looked up and was horrified to see two old
     ladies in their late sixties come into the room wearing what he first
     thought were ill-fitting pink jogging suits but he realized they were
     in fact naked.  Without speaking they came over and sat at either side
     of his cock which was now as limp and flaccid as the old girl's tits.
     One of them leaned over and took it into her mouth and began to give
     him one of the best blow-jobs he had ever had. Maybe it was her fifty-odd
     years experience of gobbling or the fact that she had taken her teeth
     out that made it so good, but whichever it was he found himself,  almost
     involuntarily,  arching his body upwards, pushing his cock deeper into her
     mouth.  She moved round into the 69 position and now he was reminded of
     Billingsgate Fish Market. He knew his fate was sealed and that he would
     have to submit to it one way or another so summoning all his will and
     holding his breath he began licking away for all he was worth. Luckily
     for him the old girl wanted a fuck so she soon changed position once
     again and mounted his cock. The other old lady had been sitting by his
     side all this time stroking his body, she now moved up and flapped one
     of her tits into his face for him to suck.  John was just thinking to
     himself that she must be the maternal type when she squatted above his
     face and demanded to be licked out.  It wouldn't have been so bad if her
     position had not meant his nose was poked up her arsehole. Realizing
     that the only way to get this over and done with was to give them what
     wanted so he bucked and licked and pushed and sucked for all he was
     worth until finally they were satisfied and left.

          Christine came back in and her nose twitched at the smell.  "You
     **have** been having a nice time haven't you?", she said mockingly,
     "Phew!.  I think I'd better open a window before your next customer,
     and you could do with a shower". 'A shower!', John thought, 'my chance
     to escape'.  But his hopes were soon dashed as Christine went to a
     drawer and took out what
     looked like a small handcuff with a chain attached. She closed the ring
     around the base of his prick and balls and he knew there was no way he
     could withdraw his balls back through the ring without causing
     excruciating pain.  The other end of the chain she padlocked to a ring
     on the floor,  then releasing John's bonds she told him to go and shower.
     The chain was just long enough for him to reach the shower cubicle and
     he thankfully washed away the putrid liquid that was sticking to his
     face and cock.

          John toweled himself dry then, at Christine's command, resuming
     his spread-eagled  position as his bonds were secured once more. "And
     now",  she said,  "You have three ladies to service".  'Lady  what',
     thought John, 'Gorillas? Dogs? Mongolian Skunk Rats?'. After what he had
     just been through anything  was possible. Christine removed the ring
     from his balls and left the room once more.

          Presently the door opened and in came three gorgeous girls, wearing
     only black stockings and suspender belts, looking every bit like every
     man's fantasy.  One of them stepped forward. "Hi", she said, "I'm
     Debbie".  Things were certainly looking up, this girl was stunning
     and he knew that what ever she had in mind for him he would be a willing
     participant.  Debbie approached him and knelt by his side. "My! you are
     a big boy", she said running her finger up the length of his prick
     making it stiffen, "I hope you don't suffer from premature ejaculation
     John, I need it good and hard for a long while yet".  "Don't  worry",
     replied John, "That's one thing I've never suffered from".  He couldn't
     keep his eyes off of her luscious cunt glistening seductively from the
     midst of her soft pubic hair. As if reading his mind Debbie moved
     forward bringing her pussy into tonguing distance and supported John's
     head as he probed tentatively at her large clitoris with his tongue.
     Debbie shivered as a thrill shot through her body. John felt a mouth
     close around his cock and a tongue began to explore his body as the
     other  girls joined in. He could hear Debbie breathing heavily as he
     sucked and licked at her sweet hole, lapping the juices which were now
     flowing freely.  John was feeling pleased with himself at being able to
     excite this girl so completely using only his tongue when there was a
     rush of liquid into his mouth. At first he thought she must have
     released an excessive amount  of 'girly fluid' as she climaxed but his
     taste buds clued him into the fact that Debbie had actually pissed into
     his mouth.  Looking up his eyes met hers and he detected a hint of
     apprehension in them.  It seemed she seeked approval not disgust and he
     was in no mood to let her down.  Resuming his oral assault on her twat
     with renewed vigor she cried out with pleasure as she peaked and
     flooded his mouth and face with urine. The other girls were now at his
     head watching gleefully as the golden cascade covered his face.
     Swallowing as fast as he could he was surprised that the taste was not
     at all unpleasant,  if fact he found the whole experience sexually
     stimulating.  Soon  Debbie's climax began to subside and the piss came in
     short bursts as her bladder emptied.

          Sitting  back Debbie looked at John's piss-drenched face and smiled
     at her handiwork. "Well?", asked Debbie, "What do you think". "Great",
     replied John,  "What  now?".  "More!. Sorry I should have introduced my
     friends.  Sandra, and Karen.  They're also into piss-fun". John had
     already guessed that by the way they were eagerly lapping the excess
     moisture from his face.  "John?", said Debbie, "If were to release you
     from your bonds do you promise not to escape?". "I promise", replied
     John, "I'm looking forward to the next bit.  But I wouldn't want to get
     you into trouble with that Christine,  she can be an evil bitch". "I
     know", said Debbie, "that's why I hired her".  John stared quizzically
     at Debbie who answered his unasked question, "I own Dane Manor", she
     said. Moving over to him Debbie undid the chains which held him and
     John embraced her, holding her naked body close to his and kissing her
     deeply. His prick was still rigid and he rolled her over and moved to
     enter her but she stopped him. "There'll be plenty of time for that
     later",  she said,  "I think Sandra is in need of your cock at the
     moment".  John turned and saw that Sandra was busily frigging herself
     with three fingers and went over to her. He took her hand, which was wet
     with her love juices, put it to his mouth and licked the sticky
     excretions from her fingers.

          Easing her back he mounted her, sliding his hard cock into her
     waiting pussy. Karen stood above them teasing her clitoris as John
     plunged his prick in and out of Sandra. As the excitement mounted Karen
     let fly with a shower of piss over both of them. The tingling sensation
     of the warm liquid landing on his back drove John to new heights and he
     had to slow his rhythmic pumping or risk cumming too soon.  The urine
     that hit his head had soaked into his hair and was now running down over
     his face and onto Sandra's face as they kissed. Just as the flow was
     stopping Sandra urged John to withdraw as she was about to cum. John
     withdrew and sat back on his haunches between her legs as Sandra brought
     herself to climax with her fingers.  As she did so she arched her back
     and managed to direct a jet of piss upwards towards John  which  hit
     him full in the face then trailed down his chest as the power declined.
     Thoroughly soaked, with all of the girls satisfied, John  decided
     it was time for another shower.

          Coming out of the shower cubicle John saw that Sandra and Karen had
     left and Debbie was lying in the bed. "Come over here",  she said,
     "It's about time you got your reward". John approached the bed and
     climbed in.  Debbie moved down and wrapped her luscious lips around
     John's large cock and began to  suck him gently. It was all he could do
     from blasting his spunk down her throat.  Debbie brought John to the
     edge of climax several times with her mouth and tongue then positioned
     herself on all fours in front of him.  Not needing any words John
     quickly moved behind her and pushed his dick into her cunt. After
     several minutes he decided to try the other delight on offer and
     withdrawing from her cunt he pushed into her arse.  Debbie bucked
     backwards and forwards matching his thrust and soon John realized he
     could hold back no longer.  Pulling out his prick he grasped it in his
     hand and began to wank furiously.  The spunk flew out with great force
     and landed on Debbie's back who was using her fingers to finish herself
     off. As she came she sprayed the bed with her golden wee.  Debbie then
     turned around and sucked at John's cock which was still pumping out some
     spunk,  keeping her mouth firmly round it until she was sure there was
     none left to drink.

          It was time for another shower but this time they shared it together,
     caressing and soaping each other until the excitement took over again
     and they fucked again in the shower cubicle.  When they came out the bed
     had been changed and Debbie left him to sleep off his day's 'work'.

          As John booked out of Dane Manor the next morning he knew that
     although he had been held captive and abused he had never experienced
     such a lift to his sexual awareness in all of his life and as Christine
     took his Visa details he knew it was money well spent. Christine handed
     him back his credit card and smiled warmly, "Thank you sir. I hope you
     enjoyed your visit". "Yes. Thank you", John replied and headed for the
     door. "Come again soon",  John heard a voice say. Looking over to the
     manager's office he saw Debbie standing in the doorway. He smiled and
     waved. He had every intention of returning.