Catcher Culture Ch. 06

Clark Stevens was a pillar of society; a well-known financier looked up to by many with envy, but he had a fetish which no amount of money could pay for. He had a daughter of his own, and had had more than a passing interest in the friends she often brought home with her; the pool in the garden visible from an upstairs window, where he would nurse his erect cock to many a satisfying orgasm as he viewed the pert little bodies of his daughter's teenage friends. Pyjama parties held a particular thrill for him, his eye permanently at a professionally fitted spy-hole into both his daughter's and the guest bedroom, as he watched the sweet little girls in baby pink dance and play together, some eventually undressing down to their panties before entering bed. Some removing these too, allowing him a glance at a nubile pussy on occasion. Hidden close circuit cameras had helped him build up a collection of favourite clips which he willingly emptied his balls to, though this was never enough; he yearned to lure one to his bed somehow, he spent with extra vigour as he thought of having a young girl bound and helpless, of spanking her while both naked and then feeling the tightness of both pussy and anus as he violated the young soft body.

His urges were to be his downfall; he vetted the girls attending his daughter's parties, singling out those who were from a less fortunate background, or who had parents or parent that showed any signs of being distant to their offspring, relationship wise. His attentions to one cute young ginger girl had her tell her mother about what a nice man he was, and how he liked to pat her etc. The Mother in question had her doubts and casually mentioned this to her circle of friends, though she dismissed it herself; Stevens was a respectable citizen after all. One of the circle worked for Lauren and Marlene however, and alarm bells rang with her. She arranged to meet with the ginger girl and gave her a website address with nickname to feed to Stevens. The financier's cock swelled as the nubile freckled girl passed him the details, telling him that he could contact her and her many friends that way; it was somewhere that young girls could talk about their wishes and desires away from their parents prying eyes. Later in the evening, Stevens eagerly accessed the site; first contacting the ginger girl and informing her of his nickname. He was quickly passed on to several friends; one of whom; 'Baby Oil' was very keen to tell of her desires. Marlene sat smiling, her tight leather cat-suit creaking as she typed away and puffed at a cigarette in elegant fashion; 'Baby Oil' would soon bring a wealthy new recruit for distribution amongst the women.

Fenton slept fitfully; he had downed half a bottle of vodka on returning from his session with Hortense; he just wanted to wank incessantly, such was his perpetual desire for his new-found erotic preference. He smirked as he thought of the reason for which he had arrived at this strangely pleasurable situation. His desire for young girls now paled into insignificance, as though it had never been there; the thought of the woman who had shown him the way kept his cock stiff and erect as he lay in bed; Lauren and Marlene excited him too, would he have the chance to serve his employers? And Clara Adams too; she would witness him tomorrow, for what purpose? He dozed s his mind went from one set of mature curves to another, each so sweetly in control of him now.

When Fenton arrived at Hortense's house, the maid simply sneered at him and pointed him in the usual direction without saying a word; her silence and instant assertive nature made his cock stiffen all the more, he knew today was going to be special.

Hortense wore a short Chinese style black satin top which barely covered her sumptuous hips and curvaceous ass. She smirked and looked across at three equally attractive ladies who sat opposite, Clara Adams, legs crossed in pencil skirt and tight blouse was one of them. She smiled a Fenton as she toyed with what looked like a leather strap. She was accompanied by a plump auburn haired woman in a green dress which hugged her ample curves; her nipples stiffened visibly as she maintained an air of authority in viewing Fenton, crossing her legs to ensure he caught sight of her powerful thighs clad in black nylon. The third woman was blonde and must have been about 60, though was very trim and pert for her age; she wore a tight leather outfit with what looked like riding boots and carried a small but severe looking crop which she toyed with as she eyed Fenton like a prospective shopping article.

Between the women and Hortense was a small raised platform with a cushion next to it. Over the chair arm lay the luxuriant leather boots. Hortense smiled wickedly at Fenton and simply asked him to take his clothes off and kneel before her. the women commented to themselves as he stripped; as his cock bobbed stiffly at the thought of being viewed by other women, the door opened and in walked Lauren and Marlene. Fenton gasped at the two women who were responsible for his new life; both were cat-suited for the occasion and had a male on a leash, his genitals exposed but caged, who was made to kneel in a corner facing the walls. The woman sat and lit cigarettes as they witnessed the progress of one of their latest catches. Hortense lifted one one of her legs.

"You may take my shoes off and fit my boots for me; the ladies are anxious to see how much you've progressed. You shall have a real treat here today, before embarking on a new adventure." The women giggled knowingly at Fenton's look of bewilderment. Hortense gave a running commentary as Fenton, his eager cock erect and on full show to his audience, willingly removed the spiky stilettos and lovingly eased the equally spiky boots onto the superb woman's elegant legs.

"See how obedient he has become; I have been happy to pay you ladies for the privilege of being the first to guide him to his true position in life, he will bring in much revenue now he has learned to enjoy serving." As if to emphasise her control and his complete obedience, she simply pointed haughtily at the zip of the first boot as Fenton moved to fetch the other before completing the task. He immediately diverted and zipped the boot for his mistress; the other women clasped their hands and laughed in appreciation of his perfect servility. Fenton sensed this and his balls tingled at the thought of having pleased his dominant mistress. After zipping the second boot, she smiled down at the kneeling male and placed both feet of the spiky boots to the floor.

"You may kiss my feet now." The women sneered victoriously and six pussies tingled with gentle arousal as Fenton bent and kissed the toecaps without question. He remained kneeling as the woman who had complete control over him, stood and smiled wickedly down at him.

"Now you'll see how he has learned to worship and recognise the power and influence of a woman's scent." She smiled again, more wickedly than before, her pussy moist with her achievement.

"Tell the ladies what you like to sniff most; don't be shy, and I want the truth or you shall not be allowed to worship my boots." Fenton swallowed hard, as he thought of the delicious pucker he desired so much; his cock pulsed as he thought of what the other women's delicate aromas would be like; the words came out easier than he thought.

"I like to sniff your asshole mistress." Clara Adams' pussy dribbled and her nipples stood out like thumbs as she pulled on the leather object in her hand, the other women giggled with pleasure at the newly acquired male's admission; Lauren and Marlene lifted their heads in triumph, he would serve women well. Hortense pointed at the cushion on the floor and Fenton knelt on it, his balls tingling with anticipation. Hortense was ready to have him display for the women.

"Good boy! Now you shall worship my boots and asshole at the same time." She strode slowly and deliberately to the small platform, allowing Fenton to view the full erotic impact of the thigh-length leather boots. She stood before the kneeling male; a picture of pure dominance over him, and folded up the short skirt-like lower part of the Chinese satin dress, exposing her beautiful feminine cheeks in all their glory.

"Get that cock between my boots and sniff my asshole immediately." The women squirmed with pleasure as they watched the complete submission of the male. Fenton moved up against the back of the luscious boots and put his nose to the delicious cleft of his mistress's buttocks. Hortense smiled with pleasure as she adjusted her calves to accommodate Fenton's rigid cock, and then closed them smartly to allow a nice tight passage between the leather. The platform raised the dominant woman to a perfect position for the worshipping male; his cock protruding through the wicked spiky boots just above the ankles, her ass at a height allowing him access to sniff her asshole comfortably. When he shot his cream, and how he would shoot his cream, the height guaranteed he would mess nicely upon the curves of the spiky footwear which held his mistress's elegant feet. Hortense was ready for him to display.

"You will now come for the ladies in as short a time as possible; do not displease us." Fenton could not believe the pleasure of the position he was now in; the air was now softly scented with the arousal of the watching women as they lustily viewed Fenton's stiff and eager cock, the bell-end appearing and disappearing between his mistress's boots. Fenton was oblivious to their scent now, as he enjoyed the rich and tangy scent of Hortense's asshole; she smiling with pleasure as she obligingly held her cheeks apart; his nose sniffing urgently at the seasoned and sticky pucker as his cock glided between the supple leather boots. The sense of pleasure offered his cock as Hortense expertly gripped it between the leather was pure ecstasy, and his balls and spine tingled with an extra, new-found pleasure as he sensed the enjoyment of the watching women. It was within a very short time indeed when the ecstasy of the sensations took control of him and he started to jerk and convulse. Hortense pulled her cheeks wider.

"Lick my asshole as you come, and make sure you spend well for the ladies!" Fenton's body quivered all over in pure, wanton submissive ecstasy as he obeyed his dominant mistress; his tongue lapped and probed at the deliciously scented asshole, the taste increasing his orgasm tenfold. He moaned as he looked up the back of the superior woman from between her lush cheeks; she had opened his mind to this divine pleasure and he was ready to die for her. The women cheered and clapped as he gratefully shot his sticky mess upon the shiny black leather boots, they watched with soiled panties as the defeated cock poked through again and again, spitting loops of cream which dribbled slowly down the black leather as Fenton moaned and spluttered at his mistress's asshole. The older woman rubbed her crop between her legs as she smiled with pleasure at the male's submission. She whispered something to Lauren who nodded her approval; Fenton had another booking.

Hortense smiled victoriously as Fenton eventually sagged from her asshole, his balls well and truly spent. Hortense turned and showed him the boots. The women applauded again, as without being asked to do so, Fenton dutifully licked his own cum from the dominant woman's boots, now savouring the salty taste as the women watched with glee. When he had lapped the last drops of cum from the leather, he was treated to another surprise. Clara Adams now stood over him too, with a wicked sneer, the leather object in hand. Fenton felt her elegant hands about his neck; he was leashed for the first time. Hortense beamed with pleasure.

"Clara has paid to have you for a week; your education will now take another step." Clara kept him on his knees as the older woman in the tight leather and riding boots came over and stroked his back with her crop; Fenton's cock began to swell again as he savoured the attention of the controlling and assertive women.

"In two weeks you will have the pleasure of my company for a weekend; you'll find my asshole is most savoury." She and the other women laughed and then Clara barked out instructions assertively to the leashed Fenton.

"You will remain on all fours while we walk to my car, you will not need your clothes." The women clapped as he was led away like a dog; his cock was stiffening again already as he felt the choke of the leash and watched the delightful Clara's globular bottom twist erotically in the pencil skirt as she strode positively ahead. Being naked in the open was a new experience for him, and Clara had purposely parked her car about as far from the entrance as she could. Fenton shivered as another car drew up; the haughty woman who alighted from it, gave him a look of utter contempt but said nothing, simply smiling at Clara. Fenton panicked just a little as Clara opened the trunk of the car and made him get in. She grinned with pleasure as she watched him lie, leashed, on the blanket in there.

"No masturbating during the trip; my asshole is very, very sticky and will require your immediate attention when we get home." With that she slammed Fenton into the darkness of the trunk.

Larry Emmerson was led into the lounge by his teenage mistress and made to kneel in a corner; food and water were placed in dog bowls for him. He whimpered as he viewed the nubile female as she arranged her hair in pig-tails, to compliment the school uniform she had donned; she would be enjoyed by another male who would then share Larry's fate. Sat in a chair opposite, reading a magazine was the buxom black housemaid. She waved goodbye to the girl as she left on her mission, and gulped down yet another glass of juice from the large decanter on the table. Larry quailed as she discarded her panties on the floor and lifted her legs, showing him a well -seasoned black pussy and asshole. She then got off the chair and looked sternly at Larry.

"I need to take a piss; you know the routine." Larry followed on all fours as the large black woman walked slowly to the toilet. She sat on the pan and smiled as she pointed to the floor directly in front of it. Larry's cock rose in tribute as he watched her large black gash bulge below the folds of her belly and gush hot piss. When she was done she sat forward on the seat, her pussy hanging invitingly over. As he had done many times before, Larry lapped at the hot salty pussy whilst the black woman taunted him about his tiny cock, which was now stiff with excitement. She turned on the seat and had him lick her asshole too. She laughed at him as he grunted with pleasure; she having commanded him to masturbate. Larry did not mind, he was broken and only yearned for when it was time for the maid to have her daily crap.