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19,389 | A Working Girl's Life | sinfuldeeds | NonConsent/Reluctance | 2014-10-07 | 2014-10-07 | 2022-01-01 04:05:38 | 1 | literotica.com | https://www.literotica.com/s/a-working-girls-life | He helps break her into her new profession - prostitution. | ['Blowjob', 'Cunnilingus', 'Historical', 'Humiliation', 'Older Man', 'Prostitution', 'Reluctant', 'Stranger', 'Virgin', 'Younger Woman'] | 4.63 | September 13, 1931 dawned as if it knew that today a girl was going to be thrown out to the world on her own. An unwelcoming chilled dampness greeted Ella when she stepped outside her front door into the pale late autumn sun that was just peeking over the horizon. She wore her best dress, a threadbare pale blue gown with tiny yellow flowers on it. It was too small for her, barely falling to her knees, stretching tight around her young breasts. Over her left shoulder she had a burlap bag that held all her worldly possessions. Another dress, this one a patched work-dress of an indiscriminate gray. Three squares of cornbread, two boiled eggs. A cracked china doll with the paint flaking off the pretty face and a ragged little dress of faded pink muslin.
She stopped in the yard, tearful gray eyes turning back to the doorway where her mother stood, wringing her hands unhappily. The two women stared at each other for a long moment. The older an aged copy of the younger. Both with fine wispy blond hair, pretty soft gray eyes, full mouths, high narrow cheekbones, delicate pale skin. Something in their carriage, their bodies, spoke of a blue blooded ancestry. But there was no trace of that blue blood in the stark poverty that surrounded them now.
"I am so sorry, baby. But you can't be here when Ed gets back from the fields this afternoon. You heard'em last night. You ain't his, and your eighteen now. A big girl. You gotta make your own way, baby girl."
The mother's voice quivered, tears spilled down her sunken cheeks. The thin starved wail of a child inside sounded the end of this sad little goodbye. Ella managed a croaking, "I love you, Mama."
Then her mother disappeared back inside, the patched thin blanket falling back over the doorway. Ella began walking down the road to town.
Her hands grew numb with cold, and she wished her feet would do the same. But the cold just made them hurt more, and what would have been a pleasant walk down the dirt road in the summer became a painful one in the winter. Each gritty grain of sand scraped along the cold skin of her bare feet. Each rock dug in viciously. She stopped three hours later and crouched on the side of the road, her dress hanging over her feet and providing a faint tease of relative warmth as she ate one of the eggs. A car raced by, pelting her with small rocks. She was still hungry, so she ate one bite of one of the cornbread squares too. Then she walked on.
When she reached Yardley the townsfolk ignored her, and she kept walking. There was nothing for her here. They all knew of her stepfather Ed Lanton and his shifty ways. No one would hire anyone from his family, and even if she had been thrown out to live her own life she would still be considered one of them. She spent the first night in a haystack in a field off the road, and she slept warm. The weather was considerable warmer the next day, and she rather enjoyed her walk, but by the time she bedded down that night in some leaves and bushes she had eaten the last of her food.
Three hungry days later she arrived in Nashville. She stood in line for three hours in a soup kitchen and ate outside in the cold wind, savoring the hard roll and small bowl of soup she was given. Afterwards she went from store to store, begging pitifully for a job. None were to be had. No one was hiring, and if they were they had no interest in hiring a half starved girl from the hills who could not even read her own name.
On the evening of her sixth desperate day in Nashville, she met Ms. Irene Tranton. She was leaning against a cold brick wall, shivering as her daily soup turned to lead in her stomach. She was so cold, so terribly cold. She thought she would never be warm again. Even just standing still hurt the bottoms of her bare feet, and her thin dress provided absolutely no protection from the wicked wind that slashed at her thin frame.
Then she felt the softest of silks against her arm as a beautiful black-haired woman touched her elbow. Ella looked up into kind blue eyes, trembling violently as the woman gently spoke,
"Poor darling. My name is Ms. Tranton. Come along, I will take care of you."
Ella never protested. She simply followed mutely to the old three story home they entered through the back into a gloriously warm kitchen. There was a large fireplace there in the kitchen with a fire crackling in it. Ella was sat next to the fire, and she huddled so close to the cheerful fire she was in very real danger of simply falling in. Her rescuer whispered for a few moments to an older, portly gray-haired woman in a white cooks apron, then disappeared. The cook brought her food. Two pork chops, mashed potatoes, green beans, cornbread.
"Gretchen, I'm STARVING! I need to eat something before the custom....oh, hello there!"
With a mouth full of meat Ella looked up at the pretty brown-haired girl who dashed into the kitchen, and promptly began choking. The girl was practically NAKED! She was dressed in nothing but a thin housecoat belted around her waist. A deep shadow between the gaping edges at the top revealed the firm naked flesh of the girl's breasts. She didn't seem that much older than Ella, far too old to be running around half naked.
"Oh no! Oh my goodness, here, cough it up!"
The girl gave her a hearty slap between the shoulder blades, leaving Ella coughing but able to breathe again. She looked up, blinking into gentle, laughing brown eyes.
"I know I'm a fright this early, but I didn't mean to scare you!" The girl threw herself into a chair nearby, scooting it over closer to Ella. "My name is Beth."
The cook brought another plate over to Beth, handing it to her with a warm smile.
"Better eat up fast, missy. Ms. Tranton be openin' the doors soon."
Beth began eating, glancing inquiringly over to Ella. Ella flushed, remembering her manners.
"Ella, Miss."
Beth laughed merrily.
"Oh, don't 'Miss' me! I am just Beth, a normal working girl. Did Ms. Tranton fetch you off the streets?"
The question was so casual Ella found herself nodding, then flushing. She didn't like being the object of pity, but had been too hungry and too cold to care before. Beth simply offered a sympathetic look as she hurriedly ate.
"She did the same for me. It's a fine place to work, Ms. Tranton takes good care of us girls as long as we do our job."
"Job?" Ella perked up curiously. She could work here in this wonderful place? In the warmth, with regular food? Oh, she would do anything!
Beth giggled through a mouthful of food.
"Yes, but Ms. Tranton will tell you all about the job. I hope you stay with us. You are very pretty, I think you would do well here."
Another kind smile accompanied that cryptic remark and then Beth vanished in a flurry of activity, leaving Ella alone by the fireside. She stayed there for perhaps another hour with the cook moving quietly around the kitchen. Ella offered twice to help, and the cook gently but firmly turned her down.
"I do my work in here. You girls do your work out there."
That was that, and the cook refused to answer Ella's inquiries about the job.
"Ms. Tranton will tell you all about it."
Ms. Tranton appeared an hour later. She was a slender, graceful woman with rich black hair that was arranged in an elegant twisted knot on the back of her head. Simple gold jewelry graced her neck and wrists. She wore a maroon silk gown with black lace. Ella wanted to touch it, but refrained.
"I am sorry I had to leave you, dearling. I needed to get things situated for our customers. Things are going nicely on their own now and I have a few moments to spend with you. What is your name?"
"Ella Faircloth, Missus."
"Ella, do you have any family?"
Ella's pretty face twisted in momentary despair, and she shook her head.
"Not no more, Missus. It's time fer me to make my own way."
Soft pity touched Ms. Tranton's eyes.
"It's a hard time for a girl alone, Ella. Do you have any options? Any other job opportunities?"
"No, Missus. I was hoping I could work here maybe."
"Do you know what the girls who work here do?"
"No, Missus. But I can work hard, and I promise..."
Ms. Tranton held up one hand.
"Promise nothing, Ella. Not yet. First, let me tell you what you will get by working here. You get $2 a week, and get to keep all your tips. You get three meals a day. Simple food, but all you can eat. You get a bed to sleep in and a room of your own, and two sets of clothing a year – one dress for going out in and one set for work."
It sounded like heaven to Ella.
"Now as for what you do, the girls here take men to their beds. They fuck the men, they suck their cocks, they do whatever the men want. Some will allow men to hurt them, and they make a lot more money."
Ms. Tranton seemed to deliberately use crude language for it, and she seemed to get the reaction she wanted. Ella's jaw dropped, her eyes widened in shock. Ms. Tranton smiled grimly.
"It's not as bad as it seems, dearling. Most of the girls actually enjoy it a good bit of the time. For the first couple months till I feel you are trained well enough I will choose your customers, but after that you can choose your own for the most part. You are a pretty girl, Ella. A bit too thin, but you will fill out quickly. There are a lot of men who would very much enjoy you. One in particular would pay $20 for the chance to fuck you tonight if you're a virgin. I will give you $10 out of it. Are you a virgin, Ella? That's more than some men make in a week."
Ella swallowed hard, her body suddenly numb. It was an amount she had never considered making in a week, much less one night. But she would be a whore. A fallen woman. Really though, what choice did she have? Go back out there on the street and slowly starve to death? She would probably freeze to death first.
"I don't know nothin' about layin' with a man."
Ms. Tranton laughed softly. "I know, my dear. That is why they will want you."
"I spose..."
Ms. Tranton had no interest in letting Ella linger over the thought, and possibly change her mind. "Excellent. Then come with me, let's get you ready."
An hour later, Ella didn't even recognize herself. Her stringy blond hair was scrubbed and towel dried, tumbling around her face in damp wispy curls. Her body had been scrubbed till it glowed pink, and carefully denuded so that the only hair on her body was attached to her head. She had been dressed up in a filmy silk creation that fell to the tops of her thighs, barely covering her crotch. She was in her new bedroom - basically a large closet that had enough room for an iron-work bed with a thin mattress and a plaid quilt, a small writing desk with a plain wooden chair, and a small set of drawers for her belongings. There was even a narrow window facing a blank brick wall, letting in a pitifully small amount of natural light.
"There! You are beautiful, loveling. Now you just wait here, and when the man comes in you just be sweet and do what he says and you will make lots of money." Ms. Tranton left her there with a kiss on her forehead.
Five minutes passed by as she stood there in the chilled room, shivering. Waiting with a cold dread in the pit of her stomach making her sick. She looked longingly at the quilt on the side of the bed. A few more minutes passed. Finally giving in, she dragged the quilt off the bed and wrapped it around herself, perching on the edge of the bed. Her shivering gradually died down, and she closed her eyes in blissful contentment. The quilt was so thick, so soft, so....
The door creaked open and she stiffened, her eyes cutting warily over to it. The man standing there smiled genially at her as he closed the door behind him. Amusement danced in his blue eyes when he saw the quilt wrapped around her. She eyed him critically. He didn't seem to be wicked. He seemed...normal. Middle-aged, probably late thirties. Hair beginning to go bald, but the hair left was brown speckled with gray. He wasn't fat, wasn't thin. His face was average, with a brown eyes, narrow patrician nose, and a thin jutting chin. He wore a brown suit with a crisp white shirt, no necktie.
"Like what you see, doll?" He settled into the chair, smiling at her when she flushed and ducked her head in response.
"Irene said you were a virgin. Is that true?" He reached into his pocket, and her eyes widened when he withdrew a small roll of bills. His grin widened when he saw the greed in her eyes.
"Y...yes, sir."
"Sir....I like that. Very polite. You can call me sir for the rest of the evening. I already paid Irene, by the way. What I leave you here is yours – and yours alone."
He peeled off a bill, laying it on her desk. It was a whole dollar. Just for her. Her gray eyes widened even more, her lips parting slightly. She knew Ms. Irene had promised her $10, but that fantastical amount seemed a dream. The dollar on that desk was real. Tangible. She could see it. If she was on her own she could eat for a week off that dollar. It wouldn't feed her a lot, but it would keep her alive.
"I know it's a bit chilly in here, love. But if you drop that quilt I will warm you up real soon, and you will get another dollar."
She hesitated for only a second or two, then her fingers loosened. The quilt tumbled to a thick pile on the bed around her. The silken bed-gown had no sleeves. The arms on her skin prickled underneath his eyes. Her breasts tingled. Her soft gray eyes tracked his hand as he laid another dollar down on the desk.
"Good girl. You are very pretty. Irene said you were, but I didn't expect you to be this pretty."
"Thank you, Sir." Her eyes flickered from the two dollars on the desk to his, and she flushed crimson. His eyes held amusement, lust, and a note of contempt. Despite the thin covering of the bed-gown she suddenly felt naked, vulnerable, ashamed.
"Now I want you to spread your legs as wide as you can for me. Let me see that pretty little pussy of yours."
He peeled off another dollar, holding it dangling temptingly in his fingers.
"Your blush is adorable."
She ducked her head shyly, but silently spread her legs. Sleek young thighs opening wide, revealing the tight slit of her pussy, squeaky clean. All pink and fresh and sweet.
"Oh that looks lovely. Touch it for me, Ella."
His voice was husky now. He dropped the dangling dollar bill onto her desk, and peeled off TWO bills.
"Touch it for me. Play real nice with it, baby."
She burned with humiliation, but underneath it she felt a touch of ....excitement? Confused, she obeyed. One small hand drifting down between her legs, tentatively stroking the plump pussylips.
"Spread that little pussy, darling. Let me see it."
She obeyed, peering down at herself as she did so, trying to see what fascinated him so. Her lips parted to reveal bright pink flesh. Healthy looking flesh that beckoned and twinkled with moisture.
He groaned, and she glanced up at him. The contempt was gone. The amusement, gone. In place was heavy lust and need. Even as innocent as she was she recognized the emotions darkening his eyes. She looked back down at herself, and with the other hand not holding herself open, she began stroking herself again.
"Yessss....." His whisper was loud, and the rustle of another bill hitting her desk accompanied it.
She found her clit, and her soft gasp filled the room.
"Oh yeah. You're gonna be an amazing whore, pretty one. Make yourself feel good."
There was a slight rustling of cloth as she kept stroking herself, her little fingers exploring her sex, toying with her newly discovered clit. Her pleasure-dazed eyes lifted to him, and she saw him open his trousers. His hard cock sprang loose and he fisted a dollar bill around it, slowly stroking himself as he watched her. Ella was fascinated, she had never seen a cock before. She watched him, even as he watched her. Together they masturbated – a jaded older businessman, an innocent young whore.
Her fingertips grew moist.
"Ever seen a man's dick before, baby?"
She shook her head mutely.
"Come here. Kneel in front of me."
She hesitated again. He dangled another dollar. The money brought her off the bed, reluctantly crossing the floor to him. Bare feet padded softly on the wooden floor. His smile was genuine as he looked down at the pretty little thing kneeling so submissively at his feet.
"Touch me."
Her small delicate fingers hesitantly brushing against his heated flesh brought a groan of pleasure from him. His large fingers folded around hers as he taught her how to stroke him. Gray eyes remained fixed on his brown ones as she secretly marveled at the softness of him. He seemed so hard there, yet his flesh was soft, spongy. Her finger circled the helmeted tip, gently probed the flexing slit.
"Fuck...."
That last move brought a swear word from him that had her blushing, ducking her head again. He chuckled low. The pretty little whore was selling her body for money, but salty language embarrassed her. She was utterly delicious.
"Kiss it, baby. Lick it with your tongue."
Another dollar fluttered to the desk as she hesitated again. The little pile of money was growing though, and while he had never indicated it she suspected if she started getting too reluctant the pile of money might vanish right back into his pocket. She bent her head, blond hair lying falling against brown woolen pants.
Cotton candy pink tongue sliding out of pretty pink lips, flicking against the throbbing tip of his cock. He gasped, his hips jerking.
"Oh yeah, just like that. Lick me all over. Pretty little slut."
She cringed at the word and started to draw away from him, but his hand dropped onto the back of her head, gently urging her forward again.
"Be a good girl, sweetheart. I want that hot little mouth of yours on me. Now."
He was firm, but not cruel. And his reward was her tongue on him, wet glittering hot trails up and down his cock as she licked him like a piece of candy. His head fell back and his eyes closed, savoring her wickedly innocent endeavors.
"Suck it, baby." His voice was guttural, thick with pleasure.
Her mouth closed on him, enveloping him in the wet heat of her mouth. At the first suckling sensation he nearly shot out of the chair.
"Holy shit, you're a hot little whore, aren't you?" The tone of gentle affection made the rude term easier for her to take. "Suck it hard, slut. So good...."
He felt her flinch at the terms he so casually threw at her, but his firm grip on her soft damp hair kept her working bobbing that pretty little head up and down his pulsing length. The fact she didn't like the words he used for her but so meekly accepted them made him even harder. It was a gentle humiliation he adored inflicting on young virgins. He liked the pale pink flushes, the way the blushes reached the tops of their breasts. The guilty look of shame that would flicker in their eyes even as they screamed with the pleasure he gave them. He would the first to take and use young Ella, but there would be more. So many, many more. He would be the first to enjoy her tight little soft body, but after him she would spread her legs again and again for men who would lay on top of her, grunting out their pleasure as they impaled her. Perhaps in a couple weeks he would come back and watch her being fucked by others. The thought of watching her service another man when he was the first to introduce her to this new life nearly made him cum right down her throat then and there.
Yes...he would make arrangements with Irene. He would watch this sweet little whore's debauchement over the next few months. Watch it? Hell, he would fucking arrange it! He had the extra money, and Irene would do anything for an extra dollar...well...Irene would make her girls do anything for an extra dollar.
"Such a good girl...." He crooned down at her, smiling at that pitiful look of pleasure that flickered in her eyes at the praise.
"You are a good cocksucker for a first timer," He winked, and cherished the scarlet blush of shame that bloomed on her cheeks, creeping down her neck.
"Stand up, baby."
He stood with her, his hands grasping the bottom of the dainty little bit of frill and tugging it over her neck and off her body. Then he circled her naked body as she stood there blushing, head hanging, shoulders slumped. She tried to cover herself with her hands, he wordlessly put her hands back to her sides. She didn't move them again. She was a bit too thin. He could see her hipbones, and her belly was slightly concave. But that was too be expected if Irene's quick tale of her was true. She would plump up a bit after a week or so of regular food at Irene's table. Her breasts were high on her chest, curving upwards, with dainty little pebble hard pink nipples clinging to the tips. She had a delightfully round little ass, and an inviting gap between her thighs.
He accepted the invitation, sliding his hand between those sleek teenage thighs and cupping her warm damp softness. She jumped, her body stiffening. With his other hand, he pulled her hair to the side, baring the left side of her neck. He peppered that exposed skin with light, tender kisses.
"Shh....you are so beautiful, sweetheart. Such a beautiful little whore." His fingertip stroked the opening of her cunt, and he felt her shiver. With pleasure, not cold. Little slut. She was born to be fucked.
"Go back and sit on the edge of the bed."
She froze. No, no, no. He was going to have sex with her now. Terror raced through her body, rooting her bare feet to the floor. He was between her and the door. Her eyes flickered to the narrow window. In the weak late afternoon sun she saw snowflakes drifting lazily down. She could be out there, in bare feet and a thin dress that offered no protection. She would die of exposure.
She went to the bed, her feet dragging, her face pale and worried. Perched like an uneasy bird about to take flight. Watching as he removed his suit coat and hung it over the back of the chair. Then his shirt, folding it on top of her desk. He wasn't fat, but he was getting soft as he aged. He left his pants on, but his cock stood out proudly from the opened fly, jutting out in the chilly air towards her as he crossed the room towards her. She cowered back as he loomed over her, but then he was on his knees on the floor.
She blinked at him in confusion, and his smile was amused and condescending.
"Poor baby, you're so scared...."
He didn't comfort her though. He simply pushed her back till she was lying stiffly on her back. Hard pink nipples thrusting up to the ceiling as he spread her legs wide. He stared at her pussy. It was a beautiful delicate little thing. Tight and creamy and pink. So clean, so fresh. Shaven clean at his request. Little folded bits of flesh flowering out in front of his very eyes. This was the only time he would ever lick a woman here – when no man had pleasured himself inside her. Even if he was the only man who had fucked her, he still would not allow his lips to touch her pretty cunt once a cock had been inside her. But she was still a virgin for now. Untouched. Pure. He bent his head forward.
The first touch of his tongue brought a loud gasp from Ella. Her body shot rigid, her fingers fisted in the bedding underneath her.
"Oh, Sir! No, please....ooohhhhhh......"
His tongue flicked her clit, and he chuckled into her hot flesh as she moaned out in sheer bliss. Strong male hands curled around her naked thighs, holding her in place as his tongue explored her. First slow licks up and down her plump soft labia. Tender kisses on her inner thighs. He circled the small little opening to her vagina, then slid his tongue in, wiggling it around to tease her. She jerked on the bed, her breath a loud hiss in the room. Then he returned to her clit, suckling hard, tongue lashing. She let out a whimpering little mewling sound that shot straight to his cock. Her hips jerked under his hands. His tongue gave a long swipe the entire length of her pussy, tasting her sweet juices. Then he kissed her clit and raised himself off his knees. His mouth travelling slow wet trail up her writhing body.
Ella was confused. Overwhelmed by pleasure. Nervous, frightened, and utterly out of control. The second his mouth touched her THERE she had been lost to the sensations tearing through her body. The uncontrollable pleasure terrified and embarrassed her. When his mouth left her she missed it...missed it terribly. Instinctively her fingers went down between their bodies, delving between her legs....and found wetness. She gasped, freezing, her eyes widening in shock. He sensed the change in her, lifted his head from her naval where he was dropping fierce little kisses.
"What's wrong, baby?"
Hot tears of humiliation filled her eyes. No wonder he had stopped!
He frowned uncertainly, not sure of the source of her tears.
"I'm so sorry, I didn't mean too! I didn't even know I did!" She wailed miserably, trying to curl up in an unhappy little ball.
He lowered his body on top of hers, keeping her pinned flat. He was acutely aware of the softness of her breasts under his bare chest, hard little nipples poking against him.
"Didn't mean to do what, sweetling?" He looked down at her worriedly, petting her as if she were a crying puppy.
"I....I'm WET down there!" She couldn't bear herself to say exactly what the problem was. An amused grin quirked the corner of his mouth, but he made a valiant effort and did not laugh.
"I know, sweetheart. Is that what upset you?"
She didn't understand why he wasn't angry at her, except that he must be a very patient, very kind man.
"I didn't mean to wet myself, I swear!" Horror laced every whispered word.
He stared down at her with a blank look, then burst into laughter. His body shook on top of hers as his laughter bellowed out into the room. She wrinkled her brow up at him. First confused, then offended. He dropped a tender, almost affectionate kiss on her forehead.
"Poor sweet baby. You didn't wet yourself. Girl's pussies get wet when they get excited. When they enjoy what a man does to them. You didn't pee on my face, loveling." He chuckled as her face bloomed crimson.
His heavy weight settled between her thighs, his hard heat thrusting against her soft flesh. He reached down between them, positioning himself. As soon as she felt his tip against her virginal opening, she stiffened again. He kissed her forehead again.
"Relax, sweetheart..."
His arms hooked under her knees, pulling them up to give him easier access. He stared down at where their bodies came together. His flared deep purple cockhead lying against the innocent pinkness of her virgin pussy. He was not just about to take this girl's virginity. He was about to take HER. If he wanted, he was wealthy enough to help her achieve a life far better than that of a whore. He could send her to school, could get her a position in one of the mills his friends owned. He had done it for other young women and boys. But he would not do it for her, even though she would probably much prefer it. No, THIS little one...he WANTED her to be a whore. Something about her seductive innocence made him want to not just allow but enable and actively encourage her to live a life serving men's most base needs. He loved seeing the greed and distress in those pretty gray eyes when she willingly debased herself for fluttering dollar bills.
He nudged his hips forward, guiding himself slowly into her tight hole. His eyes flicking from watching that hole reluctantly give way underneath the insistence of his hard cock to her face, so pretty and sweet but with her forehead wrinkling in distress and discomfort as the pressure between her legs became painful. She was absolutely fucking delicious. How fortunate he had decided to come to Ida's tonight. Some other lucky bastard may be between her silken thighs at this moment to take her virginity.
He deliberately moved slow. Not to ease the pain of her first fuck, but to make the obscenity of this act last as long as he could make it. The degradation of an innocent virgin girl, all but forcing her to sell her body in order to eat. The cruelty of the world was unfortunate for her but very, very fortunate for him.
"Fuck, you have the tightest little cunt...."
She blushed furiously, closing her eyes as if to block out the act being perpetrated on her body.
"No, babydoll. Open your eyes. Look at me while I fuck you. You should watch as your body is taken for the first time." He didn't just want her to watch, he needed her to watch. Needed her soul present and accounted for while it endured. There would be no escaping this into some hidden little mental world.
"Good girl..." He was satisfied when she looked up at him, smiling down into the suspicious wetness of her eyes. The swollen head of his penis slipped inside her, and she bit her bottom lip against a cry of pain. Such pride....he would see that gone eventually.
"Good little whore..." He leaned down as one tear trickled out of her eye, licking it up, tasting the salty essence of her humiliation. He wished he had thought to bring someone else in here. Someone to watch her being fucked and add to her shame.
A rough thumb caressed her clit as he eased himself into her. She was not the first virgin he had taken, but she was one of the sweetest. Incredibly tight and snug around his cock as he took her. Faint pink smears of her virgin blood stained his swollen flesh as he gave tiny slow thrusts in and out, taking her inch by inch. He licked her tears up, whispering in her ear. Telling her what a pretty whore she was. Telling her what a joy it was to fuck her. Telling her how much men would love her tight little body. Barbed compliments, each one of them. And all the while as his cock filled her tight little hole and his poison filled her heart, his thumb rubbed her clit gently, stroking slow burning fires of pleasure in her body.
But it wasn't enough. When he bottomed out in her he smiled down where her clit ground into his pubic hair. The former virgin whore fully impaled on his cock.
"You have all of me inside you, baby. And we don't even know each other's name." He chuckled. Not a mean chuckle, simply a humorous one. No reason for the scarlet hot blush that flamed on her cheeks, surely. He knew her name, Ida had told him. But there was no reason for her to know that.
"Tell me how much you like it, sweetheart. Tell me how much you like my cock inside your fuckhole." His crudity was deliberate.
Was it even possible for her to blush harder? It seems so. He watched in fascinated pleasure as the blush crept down her neck to linger at the top of her breasts.
"Tell me."
"I....I like your cock inside my...my...fuckhole." She awkwardly parroted back his demand in a strained whisper.
He frowned in disappointment.
"You don't sound like you like it. Perhaps I should take my business to someone who does..." He gave a meaningful glance at the pile of wrinkled dollars on the desk.
"Oh no!" Her worry had her clutching at his broad shoulders as if to keep him from leaving her. "No please, I'm sorry! I...I really do like it...." Her voice was heartbreakingly shy and embarrassed, and he drank it up.
"You really do like what?" He shifted his hips, drawing back until only the tip rested inside her.
She nibbled on her bottom lip in distress. He smiled.
"I...I really do like your cock inside me...inside my...my cunt. Please put it back inside..." It was a good beginning, and he rewarded her with a brutal thrust. It was the complete opposite of his gentle, slow movements of before, and she let out a shocked cry of pain.
"Tell me how it feels...." He ground his hips against her softness, deliberately pleasuring her little clit again.
"Mmm...." The little sigh of pleasure was unmistakeable. "It feels....full...and strange. Like...you're alive inside me."
"I am...." His voice roughened as he pulled out and gave another quick thrust. "I am alive, inside your body. Fucking your hot little cunt. And you feel amazing. All hot and wet and so fucking soft...." His voice faded as he thrust again, changing into a groan of pleasure. Her pussy was unbelievable. Clinging to him inside her as he drew back, only reluctantly peeling away. Then receiving him again with almost gleeful tightness when he sank back into her. She was blushing, her eyes shifting away from his.
"Look at me." He snarled the command, drawing her shocked gaze back to his face. "Other men will have you after me. I'm only the first." His voice gentled as he began fucking her with regularity, his hips pistoning between her wide-spread legs, his flesh slapping against hers. "Men want you to tell them how good they feel inside you. You have to tell them you want them, tell them how much they give you pleasure. Tell them what a little slut you are for them...how hot their cock makes you. How much you need that hard dick fucking your cunt."
He grinned at her hot blush, her embarrassment almost tangible in the air.
"I'm just trying to help you, sweetheart. You want to have other guys give you dollars, don't you?"
"Yes, Sir." She whispered her agreement. His eyes flickered down to her breasts jiggling so deliciously with each punishing thrust of his cock into her.
"Tell me like you will tell them. Talk to me like the whore you are...."
He shifted his body, his mouth capturing one perfect pink nipple as he ground his hips against her again, rubbing his rough pubic hair against her clit. He smiled against her hot breast at the hiss of her breath, hearing the pleasure in it.
"I...I love that, Sir. Your mouth on my breasts, and how it feels when you...ummm..." As that hot rush of pleasure went back to a simmer her sudden burst of eagerness faded as well. "Well...when you rub against me like that."
"Rub what?" He lifted his mouth from her nipple, then swiped it with his tongue.
"M...my pussy..."
"Rub your pussy with what?"
She was so humiliated. Her entire face was burning scarlet, she actually cringed when he continued pressing her.
"With your...hair..."
"My crotch hair." He helped her with a wicked smile.
"Your crotch hair." She parroted back, almost in tears.
He was ruthless. "Tell me how you liked the taste of me when you had my cock in your mouth."
He could almost feel her pride crumbling under the onslaught of his cruel, gentle words.
"I...I loved having your cock in my mouth. It felt...umm..." She hesitated, obviously wanting help. He offered none, biting gently into her nipple as his hips slammed into hers. "It felt....at home."
THAT startled him, and his teeth loosened as his jaw dropped. He reared back, staring into her shame darkened eyes with shock. Of all the lewd things he expected to come out of her mouth, that cock-hardening innocent statement was the last thing he would have thought of. Perhaps the reason he was so determined to see her a true and complete whore was because some inner beast inside him recognized that she truly was a whore, and would only be happy when she was nothing but a contented fuckpuppet.
"Ahhh...such a sweet little slut." He kissed her gently on the lips, his thumb going back to her clit. "You deserve a reward for that." Blood throbbed in his cock, pleasure roared in his ears. His entire body was bent on cumming inside her, marking her body with her first taste of cum. But he held back, wanting to feel her squirming and screaming on his dick as she came.
It only took him five minutes to achieve that. She was by then an over- sensitized mass of confused female nerves, her sense of dignity shredded underneath soul-searing shame and humiliation, unexpected pleasure, and anticipated pain. Putty in his very experience hands, really. He watched as she came, her hips bucking, her lips opening in an endearing shrill scream of pleasure as her fingers clawed at the thin mattress below her. Only after she had collapsed back in stunned exhaustion did he truly unleash himself on her body. His hips hammered into her with brutal greed, the wet slurping sounds of her quivering cunt filling the room. His bellowing cry was the base echo of her own pleasure, fading into the corners of the tiny room as he lay on top of her, gasping.
She lay under him, still and silent. He wondered what she was thinking. Was she ashamed? If she was, was it because she had experienced pleasure or because a man whose name she did not know had taken her virginity? Perhaps both? Was she dreading a life of this? Looking forward to it? Was she thinking of the money? He didn't know, and he didn't ask.
When he caught his breath he stood, his softening cock slipping out of her well-fucked cunt. He watched his thick seed ooze out after him, but then she quickly sat up and wrapped that silly quilt around her body again. She wouldn't meet his eyes, keeping hers downcast, her frail shoulders hunched under the blanket. A momentary stab of pity weakened him, and after fastening his pants closed he leaned over her. His hand caught her chin, forcing her eyes to lift to his. Ever so briefly he pressed his lips to hers – inwardly wincing at how cold and lifeless they were.
"It was hard, wasn't it?" He whispered the words, staring into her eyes as she mutely nodded.
"It's ok. I know what a lot of people say about whores, but it is an ancient and honorable profession. There is a lot of pleasure to be found in it, as I proved to you tonight. You just have to let yourself feel the pleasure. Even when you think there is none to be found in some obscene action – it is there waiting. Look for it, and you will find it."
Without waiting for a response from her he gently patted her cheek and stepped away, quickly buttoning his shirt, then his jacket. After smoothing down what little hair he had left, he turned back to where she sat silent on the bed. Smiling at her with just a hint of cruelty, he reached into his pocket and pulled out his roll of dollars. He watched as she flinched when he dropped another dollar onto the smile pile on her desk, then left without another word.
Outside the gentle twirling snowflakes turned into a snowstorm, the first of the year. Ella looked from the tiny sliver of window that showed the whirling snow to the small pile of bills on her desk and tried to ignore the feeling of being trapped. |
19,390 | Working Girl | Ashson | NonConsent/Reluctance | 2013-06-26 | 2013-06-26 | 2022-01-01 15:44:24 | 1 | literotica.com | https://www.literotica.com/s/working-girl-8 | Taking a day off work has consequences. | ['Burglar', 'Consequences', 'Locks', 'Rdo', 'Working'] | 3.99 | Hal stood there frowning, contemplating the lovely young woman who was standing in front of him. The lovely, naked, young woman who was standing in front of him. She had just stepped out of the bathroom as he was approaching, and was now staring at him, shocked.
She was a natural blonde of about twenty. The little tuft down below proved she hadn't dyed her hair. She looked fit and healthy and, in Hal's opinion, had very nice breasts.
Hal sighed. It wasn't that he didn't enjoy looking at naked young women. It was just that he hadn't expected to see her here and didn't really want her here.
"You're Dianne, aren't you? What," demanded Hal, "are you doing here?"
"Me?" exclaimed Dianne indignantly. "I live here. Who are you and what are you doing here? I'll thank you to leave immediately."
"You're a working girl, Dianne. Today is not a public holiday. Why aren't you at your office?"
"I have a rostered day off, if it's any of your business. Will you go away or I'll scream."
"You normally have your RDO on a Friday, not in the middle of the week," Hal pointed out.
"I swapped. I was under the impression I didn't need the approval of a complete stranger before I did so. Again, who are you, what are you doing here and why won't you go away?" said an increasingly frustrated Dianne.
"I'm working these units today. Everyone's supposed to be out, including you. I'm a professional burglar and I've set the whole day aside to clean out all these units. You're the one who's not supposed to be here."
"The hell you're robbing us," snapped Dianne. "I'm calling the police."
"Don't bother. Obviously I'm not going to burgle the place with you standing here, but if you don't want me to come back I suggest you put in some decent locks. The one's you've currently got are crap."
"You can just bet I will. Now will you just go away!!!"
"OK. Keep your shirt on. I'm going.
Actually, come to think of it, you don't have a shirt on, do you?"
Hal gave what could only be considered an evil smile as his gaze went from annoyed to appreciative.
"You know, I think I deserve some compensation from having you wreck my working day. I'll let you apologise in bed."
Dianne was suddenly aware of her nudity. Anger at finding this stranger in her home had over-ridden any self-consciousness up to that point, but finding herself being regarded the way he was doing now had a way of driving the point home.
"No way am I going to bed with you, you horrible man," snarled Dianne. "Just get the hell out of here before I scream."
"Unfortunately, I am indeed a horrible man," said Hal with a smirk. "No-one is home in the other units, so no-one will hear if you scream."
Hal moved closer to Dianne, chatting all the time.
"You'd better call me Hal. Far better than calling me some of the names you want to. Tell me, are you going to fight or cooperate?" he asked. "Either way you'll wind up flat on your back with my cock inside you. Unless, of course, you would prefer a different position. I'm always willing to adapt to my partners whims."
Nerve breaking, Dianne turned and darted towards her bedroom, hoping to be able to close and lock the door and win enough time to call emergency. Slamming the door behind her, she knew she'd failed when there was a soft thump instead of a satisfactory bang of the door.
A pair of hands closed around her waist and Dianne found herself flying through the air to bounce onto the bed. Twisting into a sitting position she backed up against the wall.
Hal swiftly stripped, watching Dianne closely as he did so. In turn, Dianne was watching him, not looking at all impressed when he finally displayed the family jewels. Nude, Hal moved towards the bed and his new playmate.
Dianne tried to shuffle back away from the approaching Hal, but had nowhere to actually back away to. With a laugh, Hal caught her foot and pulled, leaving Dianne flat on her back, staring up at him.
"Are you going to cooperate and make the best of this?"
Seeing Dianne's frantic shake of her head, Hal shrugged.
"Apparently not. OK. I'll tell you want. I'll set up three scenarios and you can decide which one you want to go with. Of course, if you pick one of the early ones you won't have to worry about the others, will you.
The first scenario is the classic baby-sitter rape. It works like this. The father comes home and finds the baby-sitter either sitting on the couch or lying on it. Not dressed the way you are right now, but that's a bonus. It works like this."
Dianne found her ankles seized and lifted up and towards her head. She suddenly found herself bent double, her ankles pressing against Hal's shoulders, and her pussy on display, for both her and Hal. What was worse was that she couldn't even struggle; Hal's weight and the awkward position held her immobile.
Hal's hand reached for and found her pussy, cupping it and squeezing. Taking his hand away again, Dianne could see (and feel) his erection lying against her pussy, pressing softly against her slit.
"Is this what you want?" Hal whispered. "You're helpless. You can't even struggle. All you can do is lie there and watch as I take you. Can't you imagine how many sweet little baby-sitters have discovered sex this way?"
Dianne just shook her head in silent pleading.
Smiling, Hal pulled back, letting Dianne's legs unfold and drop back to the bed.
"Maybe you don't like seeing what's happening," said Hal. "How about we try this?"
Bending one leg over the other, Hal expertly flipped Dianne over onto her back. Twisting her around so that she was bent over the bed, instead of lying on it, Hal captured Dianne's hands, holding them together in the small of her back.
"Now like this," Hal told Dianne, "you can feel me playing with you, but you can't see what is happening. Again, you're helpless and just have to go along with whatever I decide."
While talking, Hal was massaging Dianne's love mound, pressing and kneading it. He also pressed his erection firmly against her slit, encouraging it to open a little so that the head was pressing against Dianne's heated inner flesh.
"No!" squealed Dianne. "Stop it, you bastard."
"You don't want me to take you like this?" asked Hal, putting surprise in his voice. "I'd have thought you'd love it."
Laughing, Hal place his hand firmly upon Dianne's pussy and hoisted, flipping her back onto the bed. Swiftly, Dianne rolled over to face him, murder in her eyes.
"So we're down to our end game," Hal told Dianne. "I'm now going to just take you as you lie on the bed. Feel free to try and stop me. Just one thing. No biting. Any biting and I'll smack. Anything else you're free to try."
Following words with action, Hal pounced, leaping onto the bed and pinning Dianne under him. One leg slid between Dianne's before she could clamp them together, and Hal lay full length along her, pinning her to the bed.
Dianne struggled, pushing up against Hal, trying to tip him off. Her hands came up to hit and scratch, but Hal was faster. Catching Dianne's hands he forced them up above her head and held them there with one hand, using his other hand to stroke her body, paying particular attention to her breasts.
Wriggling and cursing him, Dianne did her best, knowing she was outclassed but not yielding. She could feel his erection pressing against her and twisted, trying to move away from it. She could feel his free hand wandering down her body, heading towards that sensitive junction. Then it closed upon her.
Hal could feel heat coming from Dianne's mound. Like it or not, she was getting excited. He eased her lips apart and moved his cock into position, edging into the space he'd prepared.
Feeling the intrusion, Dianne gave a squeal of fury and redoubled her efforts, trying to twist away from Hal. It was a losing battle, and despite her best efforts she could feel Hal edging slowly deeper. He wasn't trying to overwhelm her with a show of force, just holding her firmly while he pressed into her, giving her reluctant body time to stretch and accept what was happening to it.
At last Dianne heard Hal give a triumphant shout and felt a final surge within her. She realised that he had finally fully entered her, despite her best efforts. She lay there, neatly transfixed, glaring up at him while he laughed down at her.
"You lose," she was told. "You'll find it a lot easier if you accept that and move with me from now on."
Dianne didn't speak, contenting herself with just letting him see the fury on her face.
"Move with him? I'd rather die," she thought, knowing that she'd have no choice. Her body had already softened and accepted his mastery, and she knew that no matter what her mind might want, her body was ready to participate enthusiastically with its coming treat.
Hal slowly withdrew, watching Dianne's face as he did so. She was obviously angry but despite that he could feel her body moving to meet him as he drove back into her. Unwanted, his attentions may have been, but her body was ignoring her will and going where instincts directed.
Frustrated, Dianne felt herself moving in unison with Hal. Furious, she noted that the swine had the unmitigated gall to laugh at her while he took her, enjoying her helpless fury. And despite that, pleasure and excitement were flowing up from where he was joined to her, ravishing her.
Taking his time, Hal plundered Dianne's responsive body. It might not pay as well as removing money and jewellery, but a bit of illicit sex had its own rewards, especially when an unwilling partner was so helpfully responsive. He laughed at the frustration on Dianne's face, pressing deeper and holding for a moment, feeling her twisting in frustration under him.
Slowly Hal increased his speed, driving in faster and harder, dragging an unwilling Dianne behind him as he sought his climax. Despite herself, Dianne was giving little screams of excitement, unable to resist the pleasure that was being forced upon her.
On Hal drove, pumping Dianne effortlessly, building up his own tensions, letting hers develop as they would. From her frustrated squeals, it seemed to Hal that she was ready and would probably climax when he did. His urgency grew, translating into harder shorter strokes as Hal let his climax build and then race through him.
Dianne gave a scream of wailing frustration as her own climax hit her, feeling Hal flooding her while she writhed helplessly under him. And, she noticed, he was still laughing as he hammered home his climax, treating the whole thing as a vast joke.
She lay on the bed afterwards, quivering and angry, while Hal quickly dressed.
"I'd better be going, love," Hal said. "If I can't clean out these units I'm going to have to go and find some more. You've really mucked up my working day, you know."
Then he was leaving. A final reminder came floating back to her.
"Don't forget to change your locks. The current ones are useless. A good deadlock will prevent this sort of thing from happening again." |
19,391 | Working Hard or Hardly | SwtGrnApplCandy | NonConsent/Reluctance | 2003-12-24 | 2013-03-23 | 2022-01-01 15:44:26 | 5 | literotica.com | https://www.literotica.com/s/working-hard-or-hardly-ch-01 | 1. Hot lady hires Melody for more than work. 2. Melody gets the job. 3. Melody gets that old feeling again about her new boss lady! 4. Melissa gives Melody one on one training at work. 5. Dan and Melissa teach Melody about special deliveries. | ['Allen', 'Area Building', 'Door Allen', 'Held Door', 'High School', 'Reception Area', 'Shut Door', 'Start Tomorrow', 'Work', 'Working Hard'] | 3.92 | **Working Hard or Hardly Working? Chapter 1**
My boyfriend told me about a job opening at his work. I had been looking for work for a while, but I was unsure about the idea of working at the same place as him. I never thought it was a bright idea to date people I met at work, so how could getting work at the place where my boyfriend worked at be any better of an idea? He assured me we would not be working in the same area and it wouldn't seem like we were even in the same building.
My interview was set. The position was for the receptionist of a home protection company. Home alarms, video cameras, lasers and sensors, the whole works. Depending on how much protection you wanted and how much you wanted to spend. This reputable company knew how to keep things covered for you and your home. As soon as I walked into the reception area I saw that they knew how to cover their employees also. Cameras were everywhere. Six just in this area that I could see right away. The front of the entry was all glass looking out to main road going into the city. The reception area was overwhelmed with a large marble wall that stood about 5 foot high.
A frazzled looking receptionist greeted me. I was to meet Michelle for my interview and then she took me for a tour of the building... Michelle talked as we walked telling me the history of the company. Then she showed me to a door towards the back of the office area of the building. It led down a cinder block stairwell, she opened the door for me with her card and put her hand on my back as she held the door. As I stepped past her I felt her hand trail down my back and down to a quick feel of my buttocks. I was shocked a little as my face turned red from the sensation and tried to dismiss it as just an accidental touch.
I stood on the landing pad of the stairwell that led both up and down. She made sure the door shut behind us and explained it was a tricky door. I don't know why, but my pulse was racing like a trapped bird in a cage with a hungry cat. But I couldn't explain why I was feeling this way. My senses seemed to be heightened as if Michelle was checking me out. But, that was silly, she is a woman, women don't check other women out.
She said, "We will be going down." she gave me a funny grin and paused to scan my face for a reaction.
"We will be going down to the meat of... or should I say the heart of the business now."
As we went down the two levels to the last door in the well. She reached around my waist and told me,
"Be careful, this stairwell is steep and could be dangerous in those sexy shoes you have on."
I was taken back a little that she called my shoes sexy. I thought they were just modest pumps.
Then she went on to say,
"You have sexy legs to go with those shoes too, I must say! Do you work out?"
This started me seeing a red light flashing thinking to myself
"Oh My God, she IS hitting on me!"
I answered her question with,
"No, but I do try to take care of myself."
"I can see that.", she said to me with a sly smile.
Then I realized that it wasn't her that was making me see a red flashing light. We had finally arrived to the last door at the bottom of the well. It had a red rotating light to the side of it. Warning signs on the door and walls stating this is restricted area for authorized personnel only. Again, she used her card and punched in a few buttons and opened the door. Like before, she held the door for me and copped another feel of my ass. I didn't know how to take this intrusion of my bottom by a woman.
As I stepped into the 'heart' of the business, the lights were low and the computer screens glowed an eerie green. I saw my boyfriend's head pop up from behind a terminal. Allen waved and smiled broadly at me when he saw me walk in. I had hoped he didn't see his lady boss's hand on my ass.
Michelle explained how all the houses and businesses being service in our area was monitored twenty-four hours, seven days a week, non-stop right here. If there was a problem, they knew about it first. Whenever there is a situation they send out the proper response team to the premise immediately. She went on to say,
"For the most part, its normally very quiet. We often have to come up with other ways to keep us busy." She had that grin on her face again.
I started to think to myself,
"She must be a lesbian. But she is really beautiful to be a lesbian. I thought all lesbians were butch looking?"
This whole situation had me perplexed. Just when I finally made the conclusion that she was gay she said,
"I see your boyfriend Allen has spotted us." She waved her one hand in front of us to direct me in the way to go towards him. Her other hand found its way again to the small of my back. I could feel my skin blushing on my torso and heading towards my neck.
"We have some really good men down here working for us. Your Allen and my Charles." She stated.
Her "Charles"! Her "Charles"? But I thought she was a lesbian? Maybe I had just read her wrong completely? Maybe she is just one of those touchy-feely people? But even the touchy-feely people I know don't go checking out the derriere like she did to me twice now. She announced that she and Charles had long since been engaged to one another but were having too much fun to get married. The two of them and Allen laughed. I just giggled nervously. I felt like I was missing something here.
Charles and Allen showed me what they did and in short, how the system worked. Allen never talked much about his work other than his CO-workers were a lot more interesting than his actual work. I think 'interesting' was an understatement to describe Michelle and Charles.
After the tour was over, Michelle had us return to her office. She shut her door behind her and asked me to have a seat. My training from high school came flooding back to the forefront of my memory. Especially the parts, of when you're in an interview, never sit down until you're asked or told to do so. I ran my hands over the backside of my skirt to make sure it was smooth as I sat down. It made my skirt taunt over my curves. Michelle stopped to stand beside me to watch me do this. She cocked her head like she was a bird in a perch watching something interesting on the ground. I looked at her out of the corner of my eyes for a second and then finally looked up at her and smiled sheepishly. This seemed to brake her trance she was in. She straightened up and patted down her form-fitting suit to her body.
"SO!" she exclaimed as she took her seat and popped my resume and paper work upright and laid it straight in order on her desk.
"When will you be able to start? Allen informed me that you had been looking for work for a while. So I assume you could start tomorrow if needed?"
She said and added,
"Because... you are needed." With a trace of the look she had on her face when she watched me take my seat.
Slightly befuddled I stammered, "Um, yes, I could start tomorrow, but that is Friday. Wouldn't Monday be a better time to start?"
"Do you want the job Melody, or not?" Her voice had a stinging tone to it. Almost threatening by the sound of it.
"Oh! Yes! Yes! I didn't mean to imply that I didn't want the job. I want the job I was just...." I stammered and tried to recover.
Michelle let out a soft chuckle and then took in a long drag of air into her lungs as she looked down at her desk while I insisted that I wanted the job. She then darted her eyes back up to me. They were so green, they looked like they were smoldering as she said,
"Good! Be in the reception area at 7:45 sharp, tomorrow morning. I will be training you myself."
"Yes Ma'am. Thank you Ma'am. I won't be late." The words leapt out of my mouth and my hand jutted fore ward to shake hers as my training had taught me to do back in high school. We shook hands but she wouldn't let go of my hand when the shake was through.
"I will be looking fore ward to seeing you first thing in the morning." Her words seem more suggestive than professional.
I let myself out the door as I saw Allen through the window of her office. She called to me that Allen could shut the door behind me and show me out. We said good byes once more. Once we made it outside and to my car door. Allen asked me,
"Well? How did it go?"
"I GOT THE JOB!" I yelp in glee and Allen embraced me, picking me up and swinging me back and forth and said,
"I knew you would!"
End of Part One.
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19,392 | Working Higher Duties | Andrew1968 | NonConsent/Reluctance | 2019-08-11 | 2019-08-11 | 2022-01-01 15:44:32 | 1 | literotica.com | https://www.literotica.com/s/working-higher-duties | Blackmail story and sex story. | ['Blowjob', 'Female Dominant', 'Male Submissive', 'Office Sex', 'Older Woman', 'Oral', 'Plaything', 'Seduction', 'Younger Man'] | 4.09 | _This story features some blackmail and reluctance themes. It is the tale of a young man's rise to office plaything._
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It was 9 p.m. and the car parking station was almost deserted. There were a small number of elegant sedans sitting in a cluster, under the harsh overhead lights, at the northern end of the station. There were two cars at the southern end and there was one silver vehicle out on its own, opposite the deserted pay station.
The elevator doors at the far end silently slid open and Claudia stepped out into the car park. She stopped, while the elevator doors slowly closed behind her. She reached into her stylish handbag and withdrew a cigarette from her gleaming case. She pressed the end of the cigarette between her lips. She took out her boutique lighter and lit the tip.
Claudia inhaled deep. She closed her eyes. She opened them and looked at the no smoking sign at eye level and exhaled a stream of smoke. She pulled out her mobile phone, then turned and began walking towards her car at the northern end of the parking station. She dragged on her cigarette as she selected the number in her phone.
Her high heels echoed sharply on the smooth grey concrete floor. Her hips swung easily. The cool night air sweeping in through the station exit played with her dark hair. She held the phone to her ear. It rang and rang and rang.
"C'mon David, pick up," Claudia said, growing irritated, "where the fuck are you?"
Claudia ended the phone call. She was angry. She shoved her mobile phone back into her handbag and picked up the pace. She strode crisply along the cold hard floor. Her hand bag slapped against her thigh. Her free hand swung fiercely. She was fuming. She had specifically advised her husband David, earlier that morning, to keep his phone close and handy, so she could call him when her last meeting at work had finished.
Claudia had tried calling David and true to form he hadn't followed her instructions. He hadn't kept his phone close and handy.
"I guess we'll be eating take away again tonight," Claudia muttered.
For a moment, Claudia flirted with the idea of calling her boyfriend Paul and arranging a quick get together. David hadn't picked up the phone. For all David knew she was still in meetings. Claudia could call Paul and crudely proposition him. She could dash over to his place for a good hard quickie. Paul's cock would sort her out and help her feel calmer and get over David not picking up his phone.
Claudia grinned and then she sighed sadly. She just remembered her boyfriend was out on the east coast on business - so much for that idea.
"Damn," Claudia exclaimed, fuming again. "That guy is never around when I need him."
She reached her car. She dropped the cigarette to the floor and ground her heel on it. She opened the driver's side door and was about to get in when suddenly the sound of screeching tires slowly filled her ears.
Claudia turned her head. She watched a car emerge from the southern end of the parking station. She stood there until she identified the vehicle and the driver. It was Kyle in his second hand shit box.
Kyle, the gawky and socially inept junior finance clerk, drove slowly up to Claudia's car. He stopped as Claudia was getting down into the driver's seat. He leant out his window.
"Finally finished Claudia," he said. "Have you got a big weekend planned?"
She briefly looked back at him: his smile was too wide -- his eyes were too bright -- his voice was too loud -- he was leering at her -- he had no social skills. Kyle was the most desperate and sexually frustrated of all the males under Claudia's management. Claudia was indulgent with him at first, but she was watching Kyle. She was looking for a way to dispense with his services, which were pretty mediocre at best.
Claudia knew she was beautiful and desirable. She was a stunning Italian/Indian woman. She was used to constant male attention and she had come across a lot of young males like Kyle, in her time, while climbing the corporate ladder. She could feel their beady little eyes on her perfect body as she power-walked along the corridors at work. The simpletons like Kyle just loved Claudia's tanned skin, her fine dark hair, her full lips and her light eyes. Claudia just loved tearing strips off those losers. Claudia had humiliated and bullied Kyle a number of times.
On one occasion, Claudia had been in one of her more terrible moods. Two of her main competitors had just stolen an important prospective client from Claudia. The competitors - two younger, ruthless and beautiful women had worked together and seduced Claudia's prospective client into bed and secured the client's business. Claudia tried to rally and claim the client's business for herself. She had thrown herself at the client -- promising him all sorts of sexual perversions. The client refused to budge -- he now belonged to Claudia's main competitors.
Claudia had been furious. Kyle was caught out, performing some minor misdemeanor. Claudia had called the young finance clerk into her office and blasted him, venting all her accumulated rage on him. She had watched Kyle leave her office in tears at the end of it. Claudia had instantly picked up the phone and called Paul as soon as the blubbering Kyle walked out of her office. She had left for an early lunch. She had spent the rest of the day in bed with Paul. She had one orgasm after another.
"Claudia," Kyle asked, scratching his head.
"Have a good weekend Kyle," Claudia muttered, not looking in his direction.
She sat down on the seat. She pulled the door closed and started her car. Kyle slowly drove on, turned right at the end of the station and descended to the floor below. Claudia instantly pulled out her mobile phone from her handbag as soon as she had finished reversing and had straightened up.
Her phone slipped from her grasp. Then her handbag overturned and fell on the passenger side floor. The contents spilled everywhere.
"Damn it," Claudia exclaimed.
She grew angry. She pressed her foot down on the accelerator and began driving on the wrong side of the parking station. She reached the end of the station and with a howl of squealing tires turned hard. She barely watched the path she was taking: she was trying to pick up her handbag and trying to shove all the contents back inside. She finally grabbed her phone. Kyle's car appeared out of nowhere.
"Oh shit," Claudia shrieked.
Claudia saw the bumper and the grill of her junior's shit box, but she acted far too late. She was driving too fast, down the wrong side of the path out. The collision was sharp and harsh. Claudia's car crashed into Kyle's. Their cars crumpled. Glass, colored plastic and paint flecks littered the space around them.
She sat there dazed for a moment. It was all so unreal. The whole morbid meaningless scene was caught in the harsh overhead lighting. Kyle's shit box looked obscene. A moment later there was a hard insistent banging on her driver's side window. Claudia turned her head slowly. Kyle was standing right there at her car door. He appeared grotesque. He was leering in at her.
Claudia slowly shook her head. Her mind began to work again. Reality came seeping back in. With Kyle's help she opened her driver's side door. She climbed out of her car.
"Why don't you look where you're going Kyle," Claudia exploded, swaying slightly.
"Are you okay Claudia?" he asked, putting his hands on her to steady her.
"Take your hands off me," she exclaimed, "I'm your manager. You work for me."
Kyle carefully took his hands away. Claudia began to sway again. Kyle took Claudia in his arms. She gasped softly.
"Maybe, we should call for an ambulance, Claudia."
"I'm okay Kyle," she muttered, allowing him to hold her for another moment, before withdrawing from him.
"Maybe, we should exchange insurance details Claudia and get a tow truck."
"Yes, of course," Claudia snapped, regaining more of her focus.
Kyle vanished from sight. Claudia climbed back into her car. She opened the glove compartment. She pulled out the pile of documents she kept in there. She sat down on the driver's seat and lit a cigarette. She dragged deep and carefully thumbed through each document one by one.
"Oh my God David," Claudia whispered. "Please tell me you paid it."
Kyle had returned to Claudia's car. He stood at a respectful distance from her door. He held his insurance information in his hand. He waited patiently and silently.
Claudia meanwhile double checked all the papers in her hands. She dropped the pile and picked up her messy handbag. She rifled through it. There were no insurance documents in there. She was growing desperate. She dumped her handbag. She picked up her phone and logged into the shared bank accounts. There was no transaction there. David had not paid for Claudia's car insurance. The policy was not renewed. She was now uncovered.
She logged out of the bank. She dropped her phone on the seat.
Kyle was standing right there. She tried thinking of a way out of this. She dragged and exhaled. She finally looked up at Kyle.
"I think we have a problem Kyle. It seems my stupid husband didn't renew my car insurance like I told him to."
"You don't have insurance," Kyle asked, blinking.
"It seems so," Claudia said. "I'm sorry Kyle. I'll have to write you a check, I guess. I don't think the repairs to that heap would cost much."
"But you were driving down the wrong side."
"I know Kyle."
"And you were going so fast."
"Kyle."
"And you weren't watching where you were going either."
"Yes, I know Kyle!"
Kyle bit his lip softly. Claudia turned away from Kyle. She reached in and pulled out her check book and her pen. She opened the book, placed it against the steering wheel and began to scribble.
"Will five hundred cover it, Kyle?"
"I don't want your money Claudia," Kyle said.
"Look, let's just make it a round one thousand," Claudia offered, a note of desperation in her voice. "A thousand would definitely cover a shit box, like that."
"I don't want the money Claudia."
"What are you talking about Kyle," Claudia asked, confused.
She climbed out of her car and faced him. Claudia was all set to intimidate him.
"What's going on here Kyle? You know I don't have current insurance. Take the damned check."
Kyle stood his ground. He leered at Claudia. His eyes dropped to her cleavage. Claudia gasped softly.
"Maybe, we can make an arrangement. We can sort it out that way."
"Not on your life; you fucking little creep."
"I don't want money," Kyle said, taking a step forward. "I want you Claudia."
Claudia gasped again. She stepped back. She ended up backing up into the side of her car. Kyle grinned at her. He took another step towards her. She lashed out and slapped his face with her hand.
"Owwww," he exclaimed, stunned.
"I'm going to call my husband," she whispered desperately. She turned and reached in. She grabbed the phone from the seat.
"I swear I'll call the cops Claudia," the young male stated.
Claudia quickly tapped on the icons. The phone began to ring.
"Right, I'm calling them," Kyle said, pulling his phone from his pocket.
Claudia stared at her junior. She held the phone to her ear. David had picked up. Claudia could hear her husband saying hello and calling her name over and over again.
"Can I have the police please," Kyle said. "I want to report a car accident."
Claudia hung up her phone.
"Kyle, please don't," Claudia said softly.
Kyle looked at Claudia. He hung up.
"Why are you doing this Kyle?" she asked.
"Because I want you - I want to take you upstairs and fuck you Claudia. I want to screw you all night. "
"I didn't know you liked to blackmail women into sleeping with you."
"Damned right I do. I WILL call the cops if you don't say yes and do what I say."
"All night you creep?"
"Yes Claudia, I want to do it with you all night," he said, "and I want a blowjob as well."
"Well, of course you do, you lousy blackmailing bastard," Claudia suddenly screeched.
Kyle watched her. There were no other emotions present, beyond her resentment and fury.
Claudia weighed her options. She could say no to the creepy desperate loser in front of her and have the police become involved. She didn't know what legal trouble she was in. She could take her chances. Or, she could go back upstairs with the leering horny guy opposite her and give him what he wanted.
She had, after all, slept her way to the top. She had seduced and fucked every boss she ever had. She used sex all the time to gain and keep clients, to get noticed and get promoted. Why not use sex to get out of this scrape? Why not take Kyle - the creepy loser - upstairs to her office en-suite bedroom and nail him?
She felt angry though. She looked doubtful.
"C'mon Claudia," he said, stepping forward.
She backed up into the car again. He stood just inches from her. His eyes bored into her. Claudia refused to look at him. She raised her hands and placed them on his chest. She was all set to shove him back, if he got any closer.
"Well? I swear I'll call them again," he shouted, all ready to ring the police.
Claudia whined with anger. She stamped her feet. She crossed her arms.
"DAMN YOU KYLE!"
The young man pulled out his phone and hit redial. Claudia suddenly looked at him. She was breathing hard. She was still whining. He stepped back.
"Can I have the police please," Kyle said. "I want to report a car accident."
Claudia snatched at his cheap phone. She grabbed it. She had it. She ended the call.
"Okay Kyle," Claudia whispered, "you win. I'll sleep with you."
Kyle sighed softly with satisfaction. He broke into a grin and his eyes lit up.
Claudia phoned David. She held the phone to her ear and kept an eye on Kyle. David picked up instantly.
"Where are you Claudia? Are you okay?"
"Yes David, I'm fine," she said, irritated. "Look, this meeting is still going. It's probably going to keep going for hours yet. I'm going to sleep here tonight. Yes. Yes. Look David, just get yourself some pizza for dinner."
'Yes."
"Yes David, yes."
"Look I have to go. Yes, I love you too David. Bye for now."
Claudia ended the phone call. She considered Kyle.
"Okay Kyle, let's go."
*******
The two of them were in the elevator. Neither of them spoke. Claudia had expected Kyle to lunge at her as soon as the elevator doors slid closed. She expected him to maul her. The young man did neither. He merely put his arm around Claudia.
"Surely, you can find a nice mousy girlfriend, Kyle," Claudia snapped. "Why resort to this?"
"Yes, I've had a couple of girlfriends, but none of them were as beautiful and as interesting as you are, Claudia. You are just wonderful."
Claudia cleared her throat. She shook her head. She tightened her mouth. She allowed Kyle to get closer to her.
"Yes, well."
"You're the woman of my dreams," he whispered. "You really are my dream girl. Oh wow."
"That's ridiculous Kyle," she said, snapping, eyes straight ahead, trying to remain angry.
Claudia changed the subject.
"What about the cars Kyle. They're just sitting in the middle of the parking station. What are you going to do about that Kyle? What about the cars - hmmm?"
"I'll move them and clean up later on. They're out of the way. I'll call for a tow truck and get them hauled out before everyone arrives for work tomorrow."
"I see, huh, indeed," Claudia whispered. She sniffed. She inched in towards him. She cleared her throat and slipped her arm around him.
Kyle gasped softly. Neither of them looked at each other.
The two of them watched the elevator climb through the innards of the building. They cruised through level 30, level 31 and level 32. Both of them had stopped talking. Kyle's heart was thumping and he was breathing hard. Claudia kept her best business woman veneer in place, but her heart was thumping as well. They were almost there.
"Okay, we're here," Claudia whispered.
The elevator doors slid open on level 35. The two of them stepped out into the dark office. Nobody was there. The cleaners had finished an hour earlier.
"Right, follow me Kyle," Claudia said, abruptly grabbing his hand.
She led him down the corridor. Her heels click clacked as they struck the hard floor. Her heels sounded so loud and so eerie as they passed by the empty desks, glowing computer monitors and the dark vacant offices.
They turned and walked the final hall. Claudia's office was at the end. Then they were there.
She unlocked the office door and switched on the lights. She let go of his hand.
"Close the door and lock it Kyle," Claudia said, dropping her handbag on her desk and taking off her charcoal colored suit jacket.
The young man did as he was told. Then he turned back to his beautiful manager. Claudia was about to kick off her high heels.
"No Claudia - leave them on."
She stopped. She nodded.
'I think I'm going to need a drink Kyle. Do you want one?"
"Yes, I need one."
"Follow me."
Claudia walked across her office towards a closed door. She pulled out her keycard and swiped it slowly through the lock. The mechanism clicked. A light changed from red to green. Claudia pushed the door open. She reached in and turned on the light. She reached for Kyle's hand.
"Come here Kyle," she said.
He took her hand in his and followed her in. It was an en-suite office bedroom. Kyle stared at the large queen sized bed. He ran his eyes over the shower and the toilet to his right. He considered the fully stocked bar in the far corner. She let go of his hand.
"What is this place?" Kyle asked, amazed by the beauty of the room.
"Well Kyle," Claudia said approaching the bar and picking up a glass, "it is a place for me to sleep when meetings run too late and I can't get home."
"Yeah, wow."
Claudia poured the scotch as she spoke.
"And it's a place to entertain and woo new business. It's a place to secure funding or finalize promotions or deals."
Kyle gasped.
"You look surprised," Claudia said, stepping up to him and handing him a drink.
"Wow, I just...,"
"What, you thought I was a good girl?"
Claudia sipped her drink. She watched him. Her beautiful bed stood in the background. Kyle was breathing hard and his cock was stiff in his cheap pants.
"I just didn't realize," Kyle whispered.
"Oh my God Kyle, wake up, this sort of thing is going on all the time. It's just part and parcel of the job."
"It's such a turn on."
Claudia laughed softly. She sipped her drink again. She considered him as she spoke.
"Yep and that's why we all do it. The money is a turn on, the power is a turn on and the seduction and the sex is a turn on. We're all in it for the turn on. The game is a turn on - blackmail and manipulation, sex and money - turn on, turn on, turn on."
Kyle grinned. He slowly ran his eyes up and down his manager's body.
"Hey, why don't you tell me how awesome I am again - I love it when guys kiss my ass. Kiss my ass Kyle. Now, that is a turn on."
Kyle cleared his throat. He gulped his scotch. It burnt and made him cough. Claudia waited. She drank her alcohol.
"I think you're so beautiful Claudia and so smart."
She came closer. She stepped right up to him. She drank again and watched him. He grew red faced. He stuttered in front of her. Her cool detached gaze was on him. She drank again.
"You're so special. You're my queen and my Goddess. I just wish I could worship you Claudia," he whispered.
She smiled. She decided to test him.
"And, of course, you wouldn't call the police on me," she whispered, taking another step towards him, reaching out and slowly running her fingers through his hair. "You wouldn't make any trouble for me. I am - after all - your queen and your goddess."
Kyle closed his eyes. She was standing right there in front of him. Claudia was so close to him. She drained her glass. She brushed the side of his face with her fingers and thumb.
"Claudia, I..."
"And this dirty little effort to get me into bed," she continued, whispering directly into his ear, "We can forget that, can't we? I mean how horrible. To threaten and blackmail your Goddess into bed."
Kyle carefully took Claudia in his arms. She pressed her body against his. He was shaking.
"C'mon, let's finish up here. Finish your drink Kyle and then we can get the cars towed and go home."
Kyle felt entranced. He felt as though Claudia was trying to cast a spell. He grinned.
"No Claudia," Kyle whispered in her ear. "I'm fucking you tonight."
Claudia gasped and then she laughed in his ear.
"I see, so be it, you asshole," Claudia whispered.
Claudia cupped his face in her soft warm hands. She stroked him. Her face was inches from his. She leant in, closing her eyes as she approached. Her lips touched his and sank softly against his mouth. Kyle gasped and for an instant felt as though he was going to cum in his underwear, right there on the spot.
Claudia expected him to. She expected him to lose his load of semen, right then and there; from exposure to just one of her hot kisses. He was a spotty faced office geek. He was a sexually frustrated loser. Claudia was sure he would ejaculate in his pants. She ran her hands over his ears and around the back of his head as she kissed him.
Kyle seemed to melt slowly against Claudia, as his legs began to tremble and buckle under him, and his spine grew weak and formless. Claudia withdrew with a soft wet smack. She stroked his lips with her index finger, studied his eyes and ran her other hand up and down his slim back.
"You didn't cum," she asked. "I'm so surprised, Kyle."
"No way," he whispered. "Not me."
Claudia laughed softly. He was a creepy little blackmailing loser, but his wide eyes looked so innocent and adoring. She stroked his badly cut brown hair. She caressed his pale skin.
"I think I'm going to drive you crazy Kyle," Claudia said. "That is, if you can last more than two minutes with me."
"I will my beautiful queen. I promise."
"Oh really, well let's see if you can handle this without coming in your pants, loser."
Claudia kissed him again. She pulled him even closer. He was glued up against Claudia. His hard cock sat up, in his pants, the sensitive underside softly rubbing against her body. She ran one hand down his lower back and over his ass. The other cupped the back of his head. He whimpered and gasped. Claudia went right after him. Her kiss grew passionate and he responded by running his hands over her and kissing her back deeper and harder.
She opened her mouth and he followed suit. She touched the tip of his tongue with her own. He could taste the scotch on her breath. He whined desperately, pulling Claudia closer, his hands roving over her more and more firmly. Claudia was sure he was close to coming. She squeezed his behind and rubbed her belly against his erection, without mercy. She drove her soft hot tongue between his open lips and inside his mouth. He whined again as Claudia filled his mouth with her tongue and searched him.
He broke the kiss and tried to step out of her embrace. Claudia burst into soft laughter. She ran her fingers through his hair.
"I almost had you then, didn't I Kyle?" Claudia whispered. "You almost shot your load."
Kyle laughed softly. His face was flushed and he was breathing hard in Claudia's face.
"I don't want to," he whispered, dropping his eyes. "I want to last and remember this. You are so precious Claudia."
She ran her fingers under his chin and gently lifted his face. He gazed into her beautiful light eyes and she studied him.
"Go and turn off the lights Kyle," Claudia said, prepared to give him some time to recover from her soft onslaught.
The young man turned and left the en-suite bedroom. He switched off Claudia's office light. He then returned and switched off the bedroom light. The room was suddenly plunged into darkness. The glittering sinister cityscape filled the broad window to his left.
Claudia stepped up to him and kissed him again. She broke, stepped back and began to unbutton her creamy top. Kyle started to lunge at his manager.
"No, just stand there and watch Kyle. And don't cum in your pants."
Kyle grinned.
She stood there watching him with an arrogant expression on her face. The grin on his face grew and the size of his eyes grew as well as Claudia undid each button on her beautiful top. Finally, all the buttons were undone. She pulled the top off and threw it at him. He caught the top and then dropped it to the floor. She reached down for the zipper on her short tight charcoal colored skirt and unzipped herself.
Kyle started unbuttoning his own shirt.
"Don't you dare," Claudia said. "I'm going to undress you."
He nodded. He licked his lips. His bright naïve eyes were fixed on Claudia's hips. She unzipped herself and then pulled. She wriggled and shimmed. She grinned at him as the short tight corporate skirt was dragged down her lower body and then off.
"Here catch this, loser," Claudia said, throwing the sexy business skirt at him.
Kyle gasped. He snatched it from mid-air and then dropped it to the floor.
"Do you like stockings, suspenders and high heels, Kyle?"
"God, yes," he whispered.
Claudia turned slowly on the spot for him. He stared at her beautiful legs. He ran his eyes down the fine black suspenders she wore, then over the sheer stockings and then stopped at her black gleaming stilettos.
"You know, my husband likes stockings, suspenders and high heels as well."
Kyle gasped. She laughed. Then his eyes grew even wider when Claudia reached behind and unsnapped her tiny lace bra, removed it and threw that at Kyle as well. He caught the underwear and stared at it.
"Oh my God," he said, staring at his manager's beautiful breasts.
"You haven't cum yet - have you Kyle?"
"No Claudia."
She stepped towards him very deliberately. She stopped just three feet from him. She was ready to play again. She was ready to up the intensity even more.
"Do you want me to take these off," Claudia asked softly, her fingertips running around the edges of her dark lace panties.
"Yes Claudia," Kyle whispered.
"Well maybe you should say something to convince me, don't you think, Kyle?"
He nodded. He licked his lips and nodded again.
"Beg me Kyle," Claudia insisted softly.
"Please Claudia."
"Oh, you can do better than that Kyle," Claudia said with a whine, teasing him with her voice, while she pulled at her panties.
"Please Claudia, I'm begging you," he said desperately.
"I might decide not to do it with you."
"I'll...I'll call the police Claudia. I'll make sure you get in trouble. I'll...,"
Claudia laughed at him. He was so desperate.
"Oh please, beg me Kyle," Claudia continued, her voice an emotional whimper. "Beg me."
Kyle realized that he was close to coming again. He was breathing hard.
"Please Goddess," he whimpered.
Claudia laughed. She suddenly pulled her underwear down and off. She held the panties to her cheek.
"They're wet Kyle. Here, catch them loser. Eat them."
The young man snatched and fumbled his manager's sexy underwear. He breathed in the aroma. Claudia laughed.
"You almost came then - didn't you?"
"Yes Goddess," he said softly, staring at the neat triangle of dark public hair.
Claudia approached him. She closed the three-foot gap between them.
"Oh my God," Kyle hissed, beginning to hyperventilate.
Claudia reached out and cupped his face in her hands. She gazed into his eyes. He was so desperate for her. He was so close to coming.
"Shoosh, shoosh, shoosh," she whispered, trying to get him to calm down.
He nodded silently. Claudia leant in and kissed him hard on the mouth. He whined. Claudia pressed her tongue back into his mouth, while his hands closed in around her naked body and swept over her soft tanned skin. She quickly undid his shirt buttons, while she tongue-wrestled with him. Then she reached down, undid his belt buckle and dragged the belt free, once she had all the shirt buttons open. She undid Kyle's pants and unzipped him.
Claudia broke the kiss as his pants slipped down his legs and landed on the floor.
He stared at her. He was so excited and wide eyed. She laughed and breathed right into his face. She quickly pulled his shirt off. He stepped out of his leather shoes. He still had his underwear and socks on. There was a dark spot on the front of his underpants, from where the leaking pre-cum had oozed from the tip of his cock and stained the material.
"What this Kyle?" Claudia whispered, grinning at him, after shoving her hand into his underwear and grabbing his hard hot cock. "Hey, what's this, you little creep?"
He burst into a groan, while she grinned at him and squeezed his cock. Her hand rolled and moved beneath the material. She had him up on his toes. She made his jaw drop. He began to back up and she went right after him. She grinned and then laughed at him.
"Hey Kyle, what's this?"
He ran his hand down her belly, over her soft pubic hair and against her pussy. He grabbed her there. Claudia burst into laughter and then she sealed his lips in another long hot kiss. The two of them kissed deep and hard. They stroked and rubbed each other. She broke the kiss a few moments later and pulled her sticky hand out of his dirty underwear, just in the nick of time. He was only seconds away from losing control and shooting his hot semen into the palm of her soft, warm hand.
"C'mon, let's go to bed, Kyle. You can finally worship your Goddess' body."
Kyle gasped. He nodded.
"You better do a good job of adoring me, or I'm going to fire your worthless ass."
"I'll call the cops," he said, grinning.
"Oh - really Kyle."
Claudia turned him around. She smacked his behind hard with her hand. She did it again and then again.
"Owww," he whined, grinning, rubbing his ass, his rock-hard dripping cock threatening to squirt.
"You like that Kyle?"
"Yes, yes Claudia," he whispered.
"Yes?"
He nodded and laughed. Claudia grabbed his dick and led him to her large and beautiful queen sized bed.
"You really do adore me, don't you Kyle?" Claudia whispered in the dark night, surprised at him, while she stroked his face tenderly.
He looked down into her eyes, with the love he felt for her, written across his soft pale spotty features.
"Yes, I do. Let me show you how much," he whispered, "turn over and lie on your belly."
"Okay, you creep," she replied, laughing softly.
"Watch what you say, or I'll dob you in."
She laughed and lunged at him. She kissed him hard on the open mouth. They broke a moment later.
He watched her beautiful body move. The cold glow from the dark glittering cityscape swam and played on her delicious curves as she turned and stretched out on her front.
"You're so beautiful Claudia."
"You have the biggest crush on me," she whispered as he carefully lay down on top of her and ran his warm palms slowly along her sides and then under and over her exquisite breasts.
He laughed softly. His lips were pressed into the back of Claudia's neck. Then his mouth was slowly trailing up and down along her spine, while his hands gently crushed and caressed Claudia's breasts. He buried his nose in Claudia's hair and inhaled deeply, while she sighed and laughed. He pulled her dark hair out of the way and exposed the side of her face, her ear and more of her slender neck to the light from the cityscape.
"Wow, that drives me crazy, when guys do that," Claudia whispered.
Kyle grinned. He was softly kissing the spot behind Claudia's ear and then down along her neck and shoulder. He pressed his lips against those spots again and again. He ran a warm hand down her body. His fingers slid slowly along her belly and then lower and then lower still.
Claudia gasped softly.
"You're actually pretty good at this," she whispered.
"I know, I'm awesome," Kyle said softly, his lips right against her ear.
Claudia laughed. She sighed contentedly and stretched her body.
Kyle kissed Claudia in that special spot she liked. She grew more animated. She softly groaned. Kyle gently rubbed her pussy. His hand sat in her soft wet nest. His fingers circled her clitoris and caressed her hot lips. He slowly moved down Claudia's back. He kissed each vertebra on her spinal column. He softly rubbed his face against her lower back and then kissed her behind with loud smacks.
"Turn over Goddess," Kyle said, removing his hand from between his manager's legs.
Claudia rolled over onto her back. Kyle sat up. He took her beautiful legs in his hands and opened her exquisite body.
She looked up at him. Kyle's cock was standing straight up.
"Bet, you're looking forward to me sucking that," Claudia whispered.
"God yes and I'm dying to put it inside you as well," he replied.
"Go down on me darling and then I'll give you the best blowjob of your life."
Kyle grinned and Claudia laughed softly. He collapsed on top of her. She took him in her arms and hugged him tight. The two of them rolled together across the bed. They rolled first one way and then the other way.
"Who would have thought I would enjoy being blackmailed by the office junior?"
Kyle laughed. His spotty face was just an inch from hers. They gazed at each other for a moment and then their lips met in a kiss. It was a hungry kiss. They broke and considered each other again.
"Worship me Kyle. Do your job."
Kyle laughed. He planted one soft kiss after another on Claudia's body. He kissed the soft hollow of her neck. He kissed her tanned shoulders. He kissed the glowing tips of her breasts. His hands glided slowly along her ribs and then down over her hips. The tip of his prick lay against her pussy. It was so tempting to just move and penetrate Claudia's body.
"Don't you dare," she whispered. "You need to learn some patience Kyle, or I will fire your ass."
He gasped.
The cold moon and the surrounding skyscrapers emanated a haunting light through the wide plate glass window of Claudio's office bedroom. Kyle softly kissed his beloved manager's firm tanned belly, entranced and mesmerized, by the lines and planes of her body. He brushed the side of his face against her skin. He made her soft hair stand up on end.
His hands and his lips explored her hips and her thighs as if her body was an exotic glowing terrain to be discovered. Claudia noted his intense and endless interest in her. She opened her legs wider and rolled her hips upwards as he licked her belly button and then rubbed his nose in her dark pubic hair. She wanted her junior down between her legs, eating her pussy.
"Don't wait anymore Kyle," she whispered.
"I love you Claudia," he whispered, looking up at her, dropping further down her body.
"I know Kyle," she replied.
He stared at her pussy. He placed his fingertips on her thick fleshy lips and gently opened her trickling hair lined flower. The aroma of her sex caressed his nostrils and overwhelmed his sense of smell. His cock grew even harder and his head spun.
"Oh my God," he hissed and then he whined. He stared up at Claudia, amazed.
She laughed gently at him. No male had ever reacted to her pussy with that much wonder before.
Kyle looked back down and dropped his head. He placed his flat tongue against the beautiful tasting inner flesh he had exposed by prying her lips apart. He licked her like he was eating a chocolate and strawberry ice cream. He lapped at her again and again without any sense of style or finesse. Claudia placed her hand on the back of his head. She closed her eyes. She sighed gently.
He loved the taste of his manager's body. He had wanted to devote himself to his Goddess, his queen and this was the best way to do it.
Claudia could see he wanted to please her and she let out a soft groan.
"Here Kyle," she whispered, sitting up and placing her hand under his chin and gently adjusting him.
She lay back.
"Lick me gently there."
He could feel Claudia's beautiful bud beneath his lips. He slipped the point of his tongue around and around her clitoris. His lips ran over the point.
"That's it Kyle, honey," she whispered, and then her beautiful body stiffened and she breathed deep. "Now push two of your fingers inside my body."
He ran his hand along her leg and then inside her thigh and over her pussy. He placed two of his fingers against her lips. He wriggled around and down until he found the right place.
"Oh, good boy," Claudia whispered, stretching and curling her spine and throwing her head back. "That's it. Push your fingers in nice and deep Kyle."
Kyle sank into her pussy. He turned and wriggled his fingers. She was so soft and moist. She was so hot. He licked Claudia's clitoris and gently and deeply finger fucked her body.
"I think you're going to make me cum, long before I make you cum," she whispered.
"I wish I could do this forever," he whispered, looking up.
"Don't stop Kyle," Claudia advised him, placing her hand on the back of his head and pushing him back down instantly. "Don't ever stop, when you start."
Claudia felt a keen sense of her power over Kyle.
"Right there Kyle," Claudia whispered, closing her eyes and then groaning. Then: "I told you not to move Kyle. Now get back there. Oh, oh yes, that's it Kyle. Don't you dare move again. Awww Kyle! Awwww!"
She grew tense again. Then she groaned again and then again. Kyle licked his queen's clitoris and his fingers plunged in and slipped out over and over.
Claudia felt the pleasure building and building in her body. Her toes slowly curled, and her jaw slowly dropped. Her belly began to tremble and her nipples grew harder.
"Awww Kyle, that's real good darling. Ohhh you're going to make me cum Kyle. Awww Kyle, you're going to make me cummmm!"
Her junior kept right there at the spot. All his efforts were focused on licking Claudia's clitoris just as she needed him to, while his fingers pistoned in and out of Claudia's pussy. Her orgasm began with an uncontrollably trembling in her thighs, hips and belly. Then the pleasure exploded in her clitoris and deep inside her pussy.
"AWWWWW GAWWWDDDD KKKYYYLLLEEE!"
She held him pinned down between her legs. She shook madly. She was taut and tight. Her breasts trembled. Her head was thrown right back, her jaw was open, and her eyes were closed tight. She howled up at the ceiling.
"AWWWWW! AWWWWW! AWWWWW!"
It went on and on as the pleasure multiplied and wracked her body, touching, tingling and crashing back and forth, from top to toes, again and again. She turned from side to side. She screamed silently for a moment, her hands clutching the back of his head, her face turning red.
It slowly subsided. The intense sensation drifted away, as if seeping out silently into the dark bedroom air, as if a mysterious sexual spirit had left her body and mind, and moved on into the night to claim and animate others.
"Fucking good kid! Awwww Kyle, stop honey! Kyle, stop now!"
He kissed her clitoris once more and looked up from between his queen's open legs. She looked down at his spotty pale face. He really was such a geek of a guy.
"I wish my job description included doing that every day," Kyle whispered, grinning.
"Well, you never know Kyle," Claudia said, still trembling softly. "Who knows what the future will hold for you. I may decide that doing that will be your only duties here."
Kyle gasped. His eyes lit up. Claudia laughed at him.
"You're such a loser Kyle."
Kyle gasped again. He then grinned.
"Come here Kyle," Claudia said, sitting up, grabbing hold of him by the shoulders. "It's your turn now."
"Oh wow Claudia."
He broke into a grin. She lay back and he followed. He stretched out over her. Claudia stroked his hair, cupped the sides of his face and looked up at him in the dark. He watched her full lips part and then saw her tongue slide out. He gasped. He was so horny and his cock was so hard. His face dropped and his tongue slipped against hers and then their mouths made contact.
Claudia exhaled slowly and deeply in the dark. She caressed him by running a hand along his neck and then around and over his back. Their lips softly smacked and their heads slowly turned. They tongue fought, invading each other's mouth. Kyle's eyes were closed. He was growing more excited by the moment. Claudia was overwhelming him.
He broke the kiss. He stared down at his beautiful manager. The glittering cityscape shone in her black eyes.
"Are you close to coming again," she asked, running her fingers up and down his spine.
He grinned. Her legs were open enough. The tip of his cock was sitting against her pussy like a creamy bird lying in a dark nest. It was so tempting to just push and enter her.
"Oh no, you don't, you little creep," Claudia whispered.
Claudia put her arms around Kyle and turned him over. He gasped with surprise. He loved the way she took control, rolled him and put him on his back. She ended up on top of him. She grabbed hold of his slender wrists and held them, pinned down, behind his head.
"Oh Claudia," he whined softly. "You're my Goddess."
"I know Kyle," Claudia whispered, "You've told me that a hundred times already."
He desperately wanted to be kissed again. He wanted to be overwhelmed again. She obliged. She let his wrists go, ran her hands under the back of his head, sealed his lips and slowly filled his mouth with her tongue, just like he wanted her to. She kissed him hard. She dominated him.
"Oh my God Claudia," he whispered, once she had broken that kiss, turned his head to the side and buried her lips and then sank her teeth into the soft skin of his neck.
He gasped and whined. His jaw dropped and his eyes closed. He held her tight.
"Don't cum or you're fired Kyle," she said, looking up momentarily.
"No, I won't," he hissed, trying hard to keep his cool.
Claudia laughed. She looked doubtful. Her head dropped again and there was another gasp. She placed her lips against his ear. She slowly drove the point of her tongue around inside his ear, while he squirmed. Then she held him lightly under his neck and kissed his throat, the point of his Adam's apple and the soft pale hollow. She licked his neck and then she bit him again. He winced. She bit him again and then again. She bit him hard. She wanted to sink her teeth in deep and she wanted to scratch him as well.
"Do you like it when I bite you Kyle?" she whispered, looking up at him, stroking the side of his face with her thumb.
"Yes, I love it Claudia."
"It makes you want to cum, though?"
"A little bit," he whispered.
"You're sweet," she said, kissing the tip of his nose. "I think you want to be devoured. I think you want a man-eating woman to scratch and bite you. I think you want a pretty dainty lady to tear you limb from limb."
"Oh my God," Kyle exclaimed softly. He was breathing hard.
Claudia laughed at him. He really was such a sweet boy, apart from his use of blackmailing tactics. She adjusted herself, lowered her head and bit his chest hard. The she dragged her pointed fingernails down his shoulders and arms, lightly raking his soft skin.
He gasped again when she placed her lips on his nipple and began sucking him there. He held her head in his arms and twisted, turning from side to side, while Claudia laughed, her tongue and hot breath flooding his sensitive tip. Then she tormented his other nipple.
"C'mon Kyle, take it like a man," Claudia demanded with a laugh, as she peppered his trembling hairless belly with soft kisses and ran her warm palms over him.
She was almost there. She kept adjusting herself. She kept slowly descending inch by inch. She had tasted his face, his neck and his torso. She had bit him and scratched him everywhere, while he silently twisted in the wind with his head back, his muscles straining, his eyes closed and his jaw endlessly dropping.
Now she was well down between his open legs. Claudia adjusted herself again. Her face hovered over Kyle's penis. It lay hard and flat against his belly. She looked at it carefully, as if seeing it for the first time.
"It's beautiful Kyle. I had a feeling you had a big dick," Claudia whispered. "I bet you want me to kiss it, don't you Kyle?"
"Hell yes Claudia," he said urgently.
Claudia reached out and took the base in her fingertips. She raised Kyle's cock and looked at it in the dark. She reached out with her other hand and pulled a single rogue curly pubic hair from the tip. She dropped it and then smoothed the rest of Kyle's pubic hair down and away.
"Oh wow, look at that Kyle," she whispered as a small clear bead formed at the tip of his cock. The small jewel was glowing, caught in the cold light of the cityscape.
"I bet you've been dreaming of this for a long time," Claudia said, looking up at Kyle for a moment and ignoring the growing bead of fluid.
He grinned. He was silently willing her to do it. Her lips were so close to his cock.
"Answer me Kyle. I won't suck your cock, otherwise."
"Yes, Yes Claudia," he admitted desperately, "It's one of my biggest fantasies. I want it. I need it."
"Good Kyle. But in future, I want an answer, if I ask you a question."
"Yes, of course Goddess, I'm sorry."
"Good Kyle."
Claudia smiled at him. She dropped her head and Kyle watched her - amazed - as she did it. Claudia's tongue slipped out from between her lips and he felt warm breath flood his sensitive knob, and then her tongue softly lashed out and ran swiftly across and under the tip. The glowing jewel was gone and Claudia was licking her lips and grinning.
"Yum Kyle."
"Oh my God Claudia," he whispered.
"Please don't cum Kyle," she warned. "Oh, there's another one to eat."
Claudia dropped and whipped her tongue across the tip again. She laughed and noisily French kissed the point of his wooden knob. She carefully held the base of his cock in her slender fingers and dragged her tongue back and forth.
"Oh wow," Kyle whispered, and then she was pleased to hear him moan softly.
Claudia ran the softest part of her thumb up and down the underside of his shaft. She planted one soft kiss after another on his knob. She flicked and flashed her tongue over him. He loved the feeling of her making warm wet contact with such a sensitive part of his body. He loved looking down between his pale slim legs and seeing her dark head dropping, rising and turning from side to side. He loved her tanned shoulders, her limbs and her hands.
"Do you like it when I do that Kyle?"
"Yes, so much Claudia. I adore it and you."
She grinned up at him.
Claudia rubbed her soft lips over the hot oozing tip and then around the hard- bloated knob. Claudia then withdrew her mouth and stroked Kyle with her hand. The young man gasped and stared at his manager as her soft fist rose and fell, squelching, belching, farting and popping against his sensitive skin.
"And do you like that Kyle," Claudia asked him softly, gazing up at him, enjoying his intense facial features and the look of pleasure in his eyes.
Her junior merely moaned. Claudia had momentarily robbed him of the power of speech. Her hand twisted, held him and stroked him so perfectly. It was so delicious.
"Answer me Kyle," Claudia whispered, still watching him.
"Oh my God Claudia," he whimpered, finally. "I love it so much!"
Claudia watched some of his pre-cum squirt through her fingers as she rolled them over the top of his tingling knob. She watched the fluid leap in a fine clear stream, and she smiled.
"Don't cum Kyle," she said softly.
He trembled. His jaw dropped. Then his head slowly rolled back. Claudia stroked him even more swiftly, determined to use the perfect amount of pressure.
Thwack, thwack, thwack, thwack.
Kyle groaned deep and long. He was close to ejaculating into the palm of her hand.
"C'mon Kyle, you can take it," Claudia advised him.
Thwack, thwack, thwack, thwack.
"C'mon, you little creep."
Thwack, thwack, thwack, thwack.
"Ohhhh my Gawd Claudia," he moaned out deeply and quietly. "Ohhh Gawd. I'mmmm so close."
Thwack, thwack, thwack, thwack.
"Awwwww Claudia!"
She finally stopped. She released his cock. It lay there visibly pulsing and twitching against his belly. Claudia watched it carefully with a soft smile. One more touch and he would cum.
"I like doing this to you Kyle," Claudia said softly, watching him. "I wasn't sure I would. Before tonight I would never have even dreamt of doing something like this to you."
"We have definitely travelled in different social circles Claudia," Kyle said, smiling at her.
"Ha, yes, that's true."
"I'm glad I blackmailed you," Kyle said a moment later.
Claudia stared at him.
"Well, obviously, you are, you cheeky asshole," she said with surprise. Then she burst out laughing.
Kyle laughed softly. His eyes lit up.
"Right well, let's see if you can handle this you pimply faced loser," Claudia said.
She stretched out. She took the base of his cock in her hand. She dropped her head. Kyle gasped and stared down at her between his legs. His jaw dropped again.
"Oh shit," he hissed.
Claudia didn't answer. She had placed her warm lips on the tip of his cock. She had swished at his point with her hot tongue and then she had sunk slowly down, her soft wet lips slipping over and around his knob and then her molten formless mouth closing around his upper shaft.
He instinctively reached out and placed a hand on the back of her slowly descending head. He could feel her snug boiling mouth dropping, taking in inch after inch of shaft. It went on and on. Then finally, Claudia stopped, and he could feel his sensitive knob touching and then invading her throat as she drove down yet further. She slipped up an inch and drove back down an inch. She turned her head in a twisting motion, sucking him with a hard squeak.
"Oh my God," he whined at her, as she sucked him deeply and relentlessly.
She pinched him by the base. Her head rose smoothly inch by inch and then dropped swiftly inch by inch. She sucked him firmly and crisply. What a sensation, Kyle thought. His long sensitive drooling rod was being devoured by his beautiful Claudia. She bobbed. She dropped and he could feel her swallowing him. He could feel his cock vanish into a soft snug hot honey pot and then he sensed her sucking him sweetly as she dragged and slurped her way back up to the tip.
He raised his hips slightly. He curled his spine. She held him down as he rolled his lower body and groaned long and low.
"Oh my God Claudia," he whispered, sure he was going to cum after just a few more strokes.
She sensed he was close, but she felt he was overreacting. She felt that he could take more than he was letting on.
"Ohhh gawd Claudia," he whined, as she refused to stop sucking him off.
Her head raced up and down. The air blasted noisily from her nose as she blew him. She sucked him hard, making a lot of noise as she worked on the bloated rock-hard thing. She was making it redder. She was making it hotter. She was making it harder.
"Awww my gawd Claudia," he groaned out, trying to warn her.
Claudia still would not release him or stop, even when he started moaning repeatedly. His legs trembled and his belly shook. His beautiful manager was working on the knob and the tip with her mouth. She sucked the point gently and her snug lips slipped over and over the purple looking top. Then she sank slowly back down, all the way to the base and the balls. She did it again.
"Oh my God Claudia," he announced loudly, more loudly than he intended. He was breathing hard. His teeth were clenching, and his eyes were closed tight.
Claudia judged him to be right at the edge of orgasm. He was right there. She had a few options. She could keep sucking him and receive his hot semen in her mouth after a few more strokes, or she could stop and let him rest for 30 seconds and then go back to sucking him again, or she could fuck him. Claudia decided on the last option. She released him from her mouth.
Claudia smiled. Kyle looked flushed and hyper sensitive. He was so horny. She ran her eyes along his slim lightly muscled body. She was almost as excited as he was, though she didn't want to reveal too much of herself to him. Kyle was after all her junior and she was his manager. She was also enjoying the power play underpinning this unusual relationship. Normally her boyfriend Paul, her clients and her superiors dominated and controlled Claudia in bed. Her husband David was usually a big softy, but very demanding. On this occasion, she liked having the power over this wide eyed spotty faced kid, despite his desperate and silly attempt at blackmailing her.
She gave him about 20 seconds of recovery time. They just stared at each other as she loomed over him in the dark. No words were spoken for a long moment. Claudia lay down on top of Kyle. He closed his eyes. He loved the feeling of her pressing against him, weighing against him. He took her in his arms. She smoothed his messy hair away and back.
Claudia kissed his lips softly and then he responded with more urgency, kissing her back deeply. Her hand slid down his belly, over his soft hair and around his cock. He moved in the way she wanted him to. The tip of his dick soon sat in place. The knob was nestled against the entrance to her dark pussy.
"C'mon, you get on top Kyle," Claudia whispered, after breaking the hot kiss.
The two of them rolled across the bed. They clung to each other as their bodies turned. They were kissing hard. Their tongues slipped together. Claudia gasped and whined in Kyle's mouth. She grabbed him. He groaned in Claudia's mouth. He pushed with his lower body as they rolled. His thick sensitive cock sank into Claudia's pussy. He was inside her! He was inside her at last!
Kyle was inside Claudia as they stopped turning. She was on her back and he was on top of her. Kyle was in his beautiful domineering boss up, to the balls. His tingling cock swam inside her hot snug body.
He stared down into Claudia's eyes and hyperventilated in her face. His hands were under her shoulder blades. He lay over her.
"Oh my God," Claudia whispered, looking up at her junior through half closed eyes, her arms around his neck.
"Claudia," he hissed.
"Remember, don't cum straight away Kyle or your butt is fired!"
He broke into soft laughter and she joined in. Their lips met and their eyes closed. He ground his body against hers, loving the feeling of pushing and driving his cock in, his head rubbing against the bottom of her soft pussy.
He broke the kiss. He leered at her. He was so excited.
"C'mon do it Kyle," Claudia encouraged, running her hands along his spine and whispering against his ear. "C'mon fuck me Kyle."
He gasped.
She wanted a crude desperate display and she got it. Kyle withdrew and thrust, withdrew and thrust. He held himself up and over her, his weight supported by his outstretched arms. Her tanned legs were open, back and around his slim pale driving hips. He drove in again and again, while she gasped again and again.
"Awww gawd Claudia," he hissed.
"Rougher Kyle," she whispered up at him. "Do it rougher. All my guys dominate me."
Oh my God - Goddess."
"Do it Kyle -- your Goddess commands you to," Claudia said, breaking into soft laughter.
Their bodies began to slap together as their hips and thighs met with a crash. He fucked Claudia hard like she told him to.
"That's it you creep."
"Oh Claudia, it feels so good."
"Yes it does. Fuck me Kyle."
His thick shining cock flashed in the darkness as he pulled it out and pushed it in her beautiful body. Her hot body seared his sensitive skin. Her flesh clutched him so softly. His cock was twitching against her.
He groaned and closed his eyes. He lost track and the rhythm fell apart. His pale arms were trembling as he lost strength. Claudia pulled him down on top of her and wrapped him up in her limbs. His cock was dripping and spraying pre-cum deep inside Claudia's body. His dick was in Claudia up to his balls. Claudia held him tight. He was so close to coming again.
"Oh Claudia, oh my queen, I adore you."
"I adore you too Kyle," she whispered, "but don't move. Just stay still and keep calm or you're going to lose it."
He moved.
"Kyle, don't move a muscle, please!"
He sighed and breathed warm air into her ear and neck. He softly kissed her dark hair. His big hard cock sat immobile like a big hard rod, deep in her creamy body. He looked down at Claudia.
She saw the love there in his eyes again and it surprised her again. This was no mere crush or just a front, which would instantly vanish once he came. He said he adored her and he did and she had told him that she adored him as well. Why did she just blurt that out? Why? Was it really true? She considered him thoughtfully as she breathed in his face. Then they kissed noisily.
"Get on your back Kyle. I'm going to get on top, fuck you really hard and finally let you cum."
He gasped and his eyes lit up again.
The two of them rolled over. Claudia was now on top of Kyle. She grabbed his wrists and pinned his arms to the bed. Kyle gasped as she did it. He then kissed the tips of her beautiful breasts as they softly brushed across his face. He twisted and wrestled to get free. She laughed at him. She let go of one of his wrists, placed her hand under the back of his head and cradled him to her soft spongy breast. He sucked her nipples while she giggled. He still wrestled her.
"Settle Kyle, settle," she whispered as he fought and struggled. She grabbed his free wrist again.
"Awww fuck me my Queen, fuck me," he demanded desperately.
"Okay, okay you fucking creepy loser," she said, finally letting go of his wrists, "here hold my hips and I'll make you cum."
Kyle took Claudia's hips in his hands. She sat up. He stared up her beautiful body in the dark. Claudia's soft tanned texture was lit up with the subdued reflection of the glittering cityscape flowing in through the large bedroom window.
Claudia began rising and falling, looking down and studying her young junior's facial features, as she slipped up and crashed down over and over. Kyle smiled up at her. He felt his manager's snug pussy massage the head and shaft of his cock so exquisitely and so softly. He drew in a long deep breath as the pleasure built in the tip of his dick and swelled down the underside of his shaft.
"Awww, beautiful," Kyle whined.
"Yeah," she asked.
"Awww yeah, Claudia."
"Yes," she asked him again, her voice getting louder and more insistent.
"Oh, my fucking God Claudia," he said, his own voice growing louder and more urgent.
Then he broke into laughter. Then he groaned. His hard over-stimulated cock was trapped in her slippery pummelling body. She rode him hard. Her dark hair flashed about, her beautiful breasts bounced, and her broad tanned hips rolled crazily back and forth one moment, before she then went back to rising and crashing relentlessly.
"Oh, Goddess," he whispered fiercely, an intense expression on his soft spotty face.
"Yeah Kyle," she said between ragged breaths, "are you going to cum? Is that it?"
"Oh Goddess, I'm so close," he whispered.
"Yeah," she said, her voice loud, "You're close, are you? Going to cum, are you?"
"Awww Goddess. Yes! Yes!"
"Yeah, you're going to cum Kyle. C'mon buddy. C'mon. Do it Kyle! Do it!"
Claudia closed her eyes. She felt like screaming. Her beautiful body was bursting with beads of perspiration. Her beautiful body was growing more and more animated and the pleasure was building quickly in her clitoris and in her pussy.
"Oh, you asshole Kyle," she said, "I think you're going to make me cum again Kyle! I think I'm going to cum again Kyle!"
She began to shake and then her voice tore from her throat. The pleasure exploded and then swept through her. She looked like an exquisite, delicious and manic hand puppet.
"YOU BASTARD KYLE! AWWW MY GAWD KYLE! AWWW MY GAWD KYLE! AWWWW MMMYYYY GAWWWWDDDDD KKYYYYLLLEEE!"
Kyle's head slowly curled back, and his eyes closed tight. Claudia had lost her sense of rhythm as her orgasm grabbed her physically and mentally and shook her body madly about and up and down. Her orgasm took control of her voice and caused her to groan and howl in a monotonous high-pitched tone.
Kyle couldn't hold on a second longer. His beautiful manager was climaxing on his hard squirting cock. He was buried like a hard hot lump inside her soft body.
He held her hips hard and started shooting semen. The two of them shook themselves apart. The two of them strained, their eyes closed, their hysterical voices filling the bedroom. Kyle shot inside Claudia. He shot again. Then he shot again. Then he shot again. He was all in a mad instinctive rush to shoot inside her.
"AWWWW CLAUDIA! AWWWWW! AWWWWW! AWWWWW!"
It felt so good. Then Claudia stopped moving as if she were possessed. She collapsed on top of him. Her brown skin glowed with perspiration and her dark glossy hair was damp. He took her in his arms. His eyes were still closed and his top teeth were bared. She buried her lips in his neck and kissed him there again and again. He was still ejaculating, whimpering in her arms, the final bursts of semen leaping fitfully from his cock and sliding around in her pussy. She cupped the sides of his face in her hands, sealed his lips with her own and drove her tongue deep inside his mouth, as the very last drops of semen dribbled out of his cock and he shuddered hard again and again.
Claudia lay her head on his chest, when he finally settled. She started laughing softly and he joined in. They were both catching their breath.
"Are you done," Claudia asked him.
"Ummm yeah, I think so beautiful."
"Yeah, I think you're done as well, Kyle," Claudia said. "Now honey, can you go downstairs and deal with the cars. Get them towed. Clean up down there -- that sort of thing. I'm exhausted and I want to sleep."
Kyle smiled at his Goddess. He kissed her and then he got up from the bed. He dressed quietly and quickly while she pulled back the bed covers and slipped between the sheets.
"I adore you Goddess," he whispered at her, once he was all dressed and ready to complete his job.
"You're a pretty good lay Kyle," Claudia whispered, the sound of approaching sleep encroaching on her soft voice and her facial features. "Make sure you're not late for work tomorrow Kyle or I will fire your ass."
Kyle grinned. He turned and left the en-suite bedroom. Then he left Claudia's office. He stood there waiting for the lift. He was grinning from ear to ear. He suddenly punched the air.
"Yeah, you're the man, Kyle. You're the fucking man."
He was still grinning as the lift door slowly slid open. He jumped in and turned around. The lift door slowly slid shut and he was on his way down to the parking station below.
*******
Kyle thought Claudia had forgotten about him. He came into work each morning, as he always did, sat at his desk and completed his mundane job, as he always did. Claudia never visited him once or even looked in his direction, as she strode down the corridors.
The young junior decided to saunter down towards Claudia's office one day, just to see if she was there. He made it to the final corridor. He could see Claudia's office at the end of the hall. That was as close he got on that occasion -- Claudia's officious and beautiful personal assistant Felicity blasted him and sent him back to his department and his desk with his tail between his legs.
Then finally Kyle was called into Claudia's office, nearly three weeks after they made love together in the en-suite office bedroom. He was ushered into Claudia's presence by an impatient and nasty Felicity. Kyle saw his supervisor Karen was there in Claudia's office as well.
"Shut the door Kyle," Claudia said, from behind her broad desk.
Kyle closed Claudia's office door. He came and sat down in the seat Claudia pointed at, as she spoke with Karen. Kyle sat down. He had a lump in his throat. He wiped his eyes silently. Claudia wasn't looking at him or talking to him.
Finally, Claudia turned and addressed Kyle in her usual cold and efficient manner. She looked down at him, as he sat there.
"I have informed Karen of my decision and I wanted to make you aware of it as well."
"Yes Claudia," Kyle whispered - his head down.
She regarded him with a cold expression. She continued.
"I have advised Karen that you will be assisting me with project work for the next few months and possibly longer, depending on your performance Kyle. You will be working with me closely and directly. You are now on higher duties and there will be a substantial pay rise."
Kyle looked up at Claudia and gasped. His face went red. Karen stirred in her seat. Kyle sensed that his supervisor was confused and skeptical, but was keeping her thoughts to herself, at least in front of Claudia.
"Thank you, Karen," Claudia said, turning to Kyle's supervisor. "I will take it from here and explain Kyle's new duties to him. You may go now."
"Yes, of course," Karen said, nodding, her facial features tight and opaque.
Claudia studied Karen as Kyle's supervisor got up from her seat, turned and walked to Claudia's office door. She opened the door and left the meeting.
"Close that door and lock it, Kyle."
The young man got to his feet. He went to the office door, closed it and locked it as Claudia had asked him to do. He turned to her with tears in his eyes. She came around from her desk and approached him.
"I didn't think you wanted to see me anymore," Kyle whispered.
Claudia considered him. She stood opposite him. She reached out and ran her warm hand through his hair. He dropped his eyes. She stepped up to him and placed her lips against his ear. She whispered.
"I want you to go into the en-suite bedroom, take all your clothes off and get into bed. I have a spare hour between 10am and 11am, and then between 2pm and 3pm, today. I don't have any meetings between those times. I'll be back then. Do you understand?"
He stared at her as she withdrew from him. Kyle was amazed.
"Do you mean?"
"Do you understand Kyle?"
He swallowed the lump in his throat. He nodded his head.
"Welcome to higher duties Kyle. Your new job is to worship me and please me in bed."
He gasped.
"Now, get your ass in there, you little creep," she whispered, breaking into a grin.
He gasped again. He grinned and scratched his head. He turned and walked quickly to the door leading to the en-suite bedroom. He opened the door, walked through, closed it and locked it.
His heart pounded in his chest as he quickly took his clothes off. He draped all his things over a chair. He pulled back the bed covers and slipped in between the sheets. His cock was quickly growing hard. He was ready to prove himself to Claudia and excel in his new duties.
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19,393 | Working It Off | allamagione | NonConsent/Reluctance | 2014-05-07 | 2014-05-07 | 2022-01-01 15:44:33 | 1 | literotica.com | https://www.literotica.com/s/working-it-off | She attempts to pay off her uncle's gambling debts. | ['Anal', 'College Girl', 'Cumshot', 'Debt', 'Dirty Old Man', 'Dirty Talk', 'Face Fuck', 'Forced', 'Humiliation', 'Rough'] | 4.31 | From the outside, the place was even worse than Rose had expected. The entrance to the long dirt driveway was hidden by pines and kudzu, and she drove right by it on the first pass. Once she was finally on it, her wheels spun, kicking up gravel and wet red mud from the recent rain. Good thing her Tercel had already seen its better day.
She winced at the sound of dogs barking as she made the sharp turn that led to the double-wide trailer. She hated dogs, having been run up a tree by one as a kid. But if there was one truth of the South, it was that where there were red dirt roads and trailers, there were dogs, and usually more than one. In this case, there were several kennels full of them, all pitbulls she was willing to bet.
No, actually, Rose wasn't willing to bet anything. Betting had gotten her into this mess in the first place. She gritted her teeth and parked as close to the lopsided wooden deck as she could, hoping to minimize her walk through the red mud. _Just a few hours of house-cleaning in questionable company,_ she told herself, _and this will all be over._
She turned off the car, tossed her keys in her pink-and-white striped satchel, and took a deep breath, reminding herself how much she loved her Uncle Jack. It had recently come to light that he had a bit of a gambling problem, but Rose was willing to wave it off as the stress of her grandmother's recent passing. Grandma had been Rose's legal guardian since age four, but Uncle Jack had been Grandma's baby boy until the day she died, and he'd taken her death hard.
Rose was just glad they still had each other. Uncle Jack was a jolly man, and he'd always been good to her. She should be happy to help him out. He'd even been the one to insist that she go to the local branch of the university full time instead of trying to juggle work and school; and since he was a construction manager, he made enough to support them both while she studied. As long as he stayed away from the pool tables and poker machines and scratch- off tickets. And dog fights, too, from the looks of this man's yard.
Sighing in resignation, she opened the door and stuck one foot gingerly out to test the wetness of the ground outside. She immediately regretted it. A pitbull, possibly white-furred but now orange with dirt, came out of nowhere, growling and snapping at her exposed heel. With a shriek, she drew her leg back and slammed the door. Now what was she supposed to do?
She no sooner had the thought when the storm door burst open on the deck.
"Get yer ass up here, you mangy old bitch!" yelled a huge figure from the door.
Rose had assumed the owner would be as revolting as his property, and she was not mistaken. He was tall, stout, and barrel-chested, and older than her Uncle Jack. The top of his head was bald, but a long, gray beard compensated for what he was missing up top. He chewed on a cigar and wore an army-green wifebeater, but the garment didn't fully cover his paunch. His faded work pants hung too low on his hips, an obvious result of not fitting around his waistline, and she was sure he'd be showing some serious plumber's butt from behind.
It was clear she was in for a long afternoon.
"And you get yer ass on up here, too, little lady!" he called, waving her in. "Dogs ain't gonna hurt ya, not with me here. Come on, get on inside 'fore it starts rainin' again."
Rose grabbed her satchel and eased herself out into the mud, her sneakers squelching as she tiptoed across what passed for his front yard. The dog at his side whined impatiently, and the ones in the kennels went nuts. She could practically _hear_ their teeth in their furious barking, and the chain-link kennel walls rattled and screeched under their attack.
"And kick them shoes off here," the old man was saying over the noise. "Ain't no sense in trackin' mud through my kitchen."
They couldn't agree more on that account, since she would be mopping said kitchen within the hour. She hoped he wasn't the type to have dead cockroach carcasses lying along the baseboards, but she felt she already knew the answer to that one.
She toed out of her sneakers, keeping one eye on the restless dog at his side. Then she chanced a glance inside to find the interior was dated but relatively tidy. Of course, 'tidy' didn't mean 'not dirty'. Her own bedroom at home was a testament to that.
"Well, don't just stand there, darlin'," he barked at her. "Come on in."
He didn't move out of the way, though. He held the dog's broken chain in one hand and held the storm door open for her with the other, so that she had to squeeze between his big belly and the doorjamb, the pitbull sniffing her crotch the whole time. She blushed as her breasts brushed against the old man's paunch.
"Thatta girl," he said with a chuckle. He let the dog go and swatted it outside with a smack to its rear end. Then he closed and locked the door and turned to give her a predictable leer. "You know why you're here, I reckon?" He puffed on his cigar, his eyes freely roaming over her.
Rose crossed her arms over her chest, for all the good it did her. She was very petite — only five feet tall and barely a hundred pounds — but her breasts were a full C-cup, and her arms did little to cover them, only pushed them together. She suddenly wished she hadn't put her long, strawberry blonde hair up in a ponytail. That would have afforded some extra coverage from his lecherous stare. But she couldn't see the point in cleaning house with her hair down. "My Uncle Jack sent me," she said, looking anywhere but at the redneck barbarian in front of her. "He said he owed you some money, and you'd agreed to let me work it off for him."
"That I did," he said with a big grin. "You're a pretty little thing, ain't ya? You sure you're related to Jack Stevens?"
"Yes, sir. He's..." Rose swallowed nervously, wishing he'd stop checking her out. "He's my uncle. My mom's brother. But I never really knew my mom." Why was she telling him all that? She clamped her mouth shut.
"Aww, ain't that a shame," he replied. "Your Uncle Jack's not so lucky, you know." He took the cigar from his mouth with big, fat fingers and started walking towards her, licking his lips. "Guess that makes me the lucky one, eh?"
"Um... I guess so." Rose walked backwards away from him until she felt the edge of the kitchen table hit her bottom. "So... should I get started then?"
"Oho!" he exclaimed. He reached down and around her, and Rose froze, but he was only putting his cigar out in the ashtray behind her. Still, once it was out, he didn't offer to move away. He smelled like stale smoke and coffee that had been sitting on the warmer too long. At least he didn't smell of alcohol. "You're an eager one, eh? I like that. I figured you might want a beer first, though." He gave her a wink. "You're gonna need something to take the edge off, if you know what I mean."
"I don't think that would be a good idea," Rose said. She tried to lean away from him, but the table was right behind her, and he had her trapped. "I want to make sure I do a good job."
"Oh, don't you worry about that, darlin'," he said with a chuckle. "Ol' Reggie's gonna make sure he gets his money's worth." He licked his lips some more and stared down at her breasts.
Rose's heart started beating double time. She knew Uncle Jack wouldn't willingly send her into a lion's den, but she was starting to think maybe he had misunderstood the agreement. She definitely wasn't here for anything more than some cleaning. She didn't want to encourage this Reggie man, but she was afraid to push him away, too, lest he call the whole thing off and make her uncle pay all of what he owed at once. She figured the best thing she could do was stick to business and hope he backed off.
"I didn't bring any supplies, though," she said. "Maybe you could show me where you keep your rags and cleaners and whatnot? Tell me which room you want me to do first?"
"Rags and cleaners?" This time the chuckle was almost like his dog's growl. "You think you're here to clean Ol' Reggie's house, girl?"
Rose swallowed, her throat suddenly too dry. He put one beefy arm on either side of her, caging her in against the table. "Well, yeah," she said to his chest. "I mean, I thought that was..." She trailed off, her eyes darting towards the locked door.
"Just how much money do you think your Uncle Jack owes me?"
"I don't know," she admitted. She tried to stay calm, but she started to tremble nonetheless. Had Uncle Jack known this old man would act this way? Had he intentionally whored her out? Just how bad _was_ his addiction? "I... I f-figured it was a c-couple hundred dollars or so."
"A couple hundred dollars?" At that, he laughed, a deep, full laugh from his belly. "Try eight grand!"
Rose's heart sank. If he was telling the truth, there was no way they could pay the debt, at least not the entire thing at once. "I didn't—" She stopped, trying to think. "Look, Mr. ... um, Mr. Reggie. Why don't you let me get to work on the house, and that will take care of some of it."
He shook his head, but she desperately rambled on.
"And I can come back! I'll come back every weekend. And... and we can work on paying off the rest in installments. It shouldn't take too long, maybe a couple of months, but I promise we're good for it." Her mind raced. They'd cut off the cable and stop ordering take-out for starters, and no more beer for Uncle Jack. Definitely no more scratch-off tickets. Maybe they could get a title loan on his truck, dodgy as those were. Maybe she could get an advance on her financial aid for spring term.
"I've already given your uncle several months to pay, girl, and I haven't seen a dime. Ol' Reggie's startin' to get impatient. And I don't think you'd like me when I get impatient."
She eyed the door again. Should she try to make a run for it? She didn't want to think about what this man would do to try to stop her. "Please, sir," she begged, trying to rouse his sympathy. "I... I go to school. I'm studying to be a social studies teacher. My grandma passed away not long ago, and it's been hard on Uncle Jack and me. But he's an honest man, and I know he wouldn't have run up a tab with you if he didn't intend to pay it off."
"O' course he intends to pay it off. That's why he sent you here, ain't it?"
Rose didn't want to believe that. She felt tears sting her eyes. "Please, let's work something out. I'm... I'm not that kind of girl."
That only seemed to encourage him. His blue eyes glinted. "Looks like you're that kind of girl today, darlin'," he said, his voice gruff. "Or else your Uncle Jack's in deep shit. I was tryin' to be a nice guy and cut Jack a break. But if you'd rather me make him pay up the hard way... well, you've seen how much my dogs like a fight."
"No! No, please. I don't want you to hurt my Uncle Jack."
She had no doubt he'd make good on the threat. She looked him up and down, and when she imagined that big, hairy body on top of hers, she shuddered. Sure, she'd had fantasies about being taken against her will, being forced to enjoy degrading and disgusting things, but those were fantasies. The man bearing down on her was very real, and not at all like the handsome, urbane men in her fantasies.
He was so old, for one thing; he must have been in his sixties. But maybe that would work in her favor. Maybe he wouldn't be able to get it up all the way. Or keep it up. Maybe she could put her all into it, so to speak, and it would be over quickly. Then she could just go home and take a scalding hot shower and forget about the whole ordeal. She couldn't believe she was considering it, but what choice did she have? He might even get physical with her if she didn't agree to it. He was plump around the middle, sure, but his arms were thick and threatening with muscle.
"If I do this, you promise you'll clear my uncle of his debt?" Surely he could get a hooker for a lot cheaper than eight grand, and for more than one afternoon. It was hard to imagine he'd let the whole debt go at one tumble in the sheets. Then again, she supposed her humiliation added an extra level of enjoyment for him. How could Uncle Jack be so stupid as to get into debt eight thousand dollars? He was mourning for his mother, she told herself. He wasn't himself.
"'Course I will," he replied, shrugging one bull-like shoulder. "I might be a mean ol' pervert, but I'm a fair man, after all."
Rose steeled herself. No matter how she tried, she didn't see any way out of this but straight ahead. She took a deep breath and slowly blew it out. "Okay," she said at last. Or rather, some voice she didn't recognize said the word. "I'll... I'll do what you want me to do." _And please make it quick._
At that, he bent his head down and licked the side of her face. He actually licked her, with the flat of his rough old tongue, from her chin all the way to her ear. Rose shuddered and tried to keep from crying out in surprise and disgust. "Now that's a smart girl," he said huskily. "You ever been fucked?"
She nodded yes, her lips closed tightly. She didn't trust herself to open them, lest she tell him exactly what he could do with his eight thousand dollars.
"Aww, that's a shame," he replied. "I was hopin' I'd get to break me in a virgin." He suddenly grabbed a handful of her ass, and at that, she did cry out in surprise. "No matter, a slut's just as good as a virgin, as far as I'm concerned. Maybe even better."
Rose refused to look him in the eye. She tightened her jaw. She wanted to scream that she wasn't a slut, that there was nothing slutty about her. But despite the fact that she should have slapped him for using that word, something deep inside her awoke at the sound of it. That was even worse. She blinked back tears. She refused to get turned on. She couldn't make it through this if she let herself get turned on.
"Go on and take them clothes off," he demanded, stepping back and cupping himself through his jeans. "Lemme see what an eight-thousand-dollar fucktoy looks like."
The word 'fucktoy' was even worse than 'slut' because she was undeniably his plaything here. And worse, she'd agreed to it. She was crazy. She should have run. Instead, she lowered her eyes and pulled her t-shirt slowly up over head.
"I said take them clothes off, slut!" he roared, making her jump. "If I wanted a striptease, I'd wave some dollar bills at you. I wanna see that young, tight little body, and I wanna see it now. And head on in the living room while you strip down. Ol' Reggie's gettin' tired of standing here."
He gave her a shove in the direction of the living room. Despite the shock she felt from his sudden outburst, Rose obeyed at once, dropping her shirt and taking her bra off with trembling fingers, working her jeans and panties down at the same time and stepping out of them, pulling off her socks as she went.
"That's more like it," he said, plunking himself down on the sofa. He motioned for her to stand in front of him. "Now. Let Ol' Reggie get a good look at ya."
Rose knew it was futile to cover herself, so she tightened her fists at her sides as his eyes raked over her naked body. Her nails bit into her palms when he suddenly grabbed her breasts, cupping and squeezing them together.
"You're a tiny thing, ain't ya?" he said, moving his hands down to circle her waist. He turned her sideways and grabbed a handful of one butt cheek and started kneading it. "Ah well," he said, chuckling, "I'll wager you can take a good, hard poundin' same as any other slut. And it if you can't..." He slapped her butt hard, making her yelp. "Well, that's your problem, not mine."
Rose kept her eyes closed while he continued to touch her. She tried to pretend that it was someone else's hands on her, but even with her eyes closed, she could imagine the leer on his wrinkled, hairy old face and the fat swell of his belly.
He took his time stroking and fondling. He seemed to be most interested in her ass, though. He kept coming back to it, kneading and jiggling it, and after a while he started spanking it; hard slaps with the flat of his palm followed by rough squeezes. The worst thing was that Rose started to get wet as the vibrations shot between her legs.
"Mmm," he purred, "I love a nice ass, darlin', and that's a real nice ass, real nice and bubbly. Turn back around and face me now, lemme look at that little cunny."
Rose obeyed and squeezed her legs together, embarrassed at how slick she was getting. "Don't like hairy cunts," he grumbled. He raked at the short hairs on her mound. "I oughtta make you go shave for me, but you ain't got as much hair down there as some, and it's light-colored, so I reckon I'll let it slide."
It wasn't like she didn't take care of herself. She normally kept her mound trimmed and bikini-waxed in the summer, but it was well into autumn now, and she hadn't necessarily been focused on dating lately, what with her full course load.
"All right, open them eyes and look at me. So you're a schoolgirl, are ya?"
Rose nodded.
"Well, listen up, 'cause Ol' Reggie's gonna give you a lesson in all you need to know for the rest of the afternoon. You payin' attention?"
She nodded again.
"Good. Here's how it goes. You got three holes to work off that debt."
Rose started to panic. She'd had sex a few times, and she'd given a blow job or two, but she'd never had anal sex, and she'd never planned on it. In fact, she'd do anything she could to avoid it. She opened her mouth to protest, but he tapped one fat finger to her lips.
"I see I got your attention," he said with a smirk. "Now, like I was sayin', you got three holes, and I like to give 'em all their own special names. Makes 'em easier to use, see? I call out the name, and you know which hole to give me." His voice got sharp. "And when I call one out, you'd better be quick about gettin' it ready for me, you got it?"
"Y-yes. Yes, sir," Rose said. Maybe she'd get lucky and he'd blow his load in her mouth before he ever got to her ass. God, she couldn't believe she was considering that lucky.
"Let's start up top." He thrust his finger through her lips, making her squeak through her nose. "Suck," he ordered her. "That's good. This is your suckhole, and that's exactly what you should do with it. I also call it a slobberhole, and you'll see why once I get to usin' it the way I like."
Rose fought back tears of humiliation as his finger pumped in and out of her mouth. She could taste the stale tobacco from his cigar on his finger.
"Oh yeah, that's a prime suckhole, I can tell already. Now, we also call this hole a cumdump, 'cause that's where Ol' Reggie's gonna shoot his load when he's done." He grinned wickedly. "But you don't have to worry about that for a good long while 'cause we got all afternoon, and your uncle's got himself a big debt, so Ol' Reggie's gonna take his sweet time cummin'."
Rose pulled off his finger with a plop and swallowed a knot of dread. _So much for hoping it would be quick,_ she thought. Eight thousand dollars was a lot of money. Of course he'd make it last as long as he could.
"So let's review. What do we call that hole up there?"
It was so much worse to have to say it back to him. That was the point, she figured. "A suckhole," she said quietly, eyes downcast.
"What else do we call it? And speak up this time."
"A slo—" She didn't want to say it. It was too horrible. She tightened her jaw and forced it through her teeth. "A slobberhole."
"And when it's time for Ol' Reggie to cum? What do we call it then?"
"A cumdump," she spat. The point was clear here. She was his little whore toy, and he was determined to debase her as much as possible.
"Oho!" he shouted. "See, that's what I like about you college girls. Such quick learners. Now this little hole down here..."
He shoved his hand between her legs. Rose felt like crying as his fingers slid through the wetness that, for some reason, the degrading words had made her body produce.
"Oho!" he roared, louder this time. "What have we got here? You already gettin' wet for Ol' Reggie?"
Her face was on fire with shame; worse, she only got wetter as his fingers stroked through her puffy lips, fingertips brushing her little clit.
"You dirty, dirty girl!" he exclaimed joyously. "I oughtta bend you over my knee and spank you for actin' like you didn't want this. Hmph, maybe later I will, too. Let's get through our lesson first. This here is your cunthole or your cunny, and this is what Ol' Reggie's gonna pound good and hard."
As if to emphasize the point, he thrust one finger up her hole. Rose cried out and grabbed onto his shoulders, steadying herself.
"Mmm, wet and tight," he said. "That's good. You better hope it stays good and wet like that, or it's gonna go a lot worse for you. So what do we call this greedy, wet little hole again? Hmm?"
"A cunny," Rose whispered. He was good with his fingers; too good for a nasty, mean old man. She bit into her bottom lip and fought the urge to ride his hand. She didn't have to fight long, though, because a second later his hand came down on her ass again.
"Thatta girl," he said, his fingers teasing her crack. Rose's heart pounded. They were so slick from her juices that they slid right between the globes of her ass. He didn't try to breach her asshole, though; he just circled it with his fingertip. "And can you guess what we call this hole?"
"An asshole," she gritted out, pleased to have a chance to say _that_ word to him.
"Ha!" He gave her another smack on her bottom for her sass, but then he went right back to circling that tight entrance. "You might be smart, but you ain't the most creative, are ya? This is your bad girl hole. I call it that 'cause that's where you get fucked if you're a bad girl who doesn't do everything Ol' Reggie tells you to do." He started to push, and Rose gasped, clenching her hole against the intrusion, her fingers digging into his shoulders. "Now are you gonna be a bad girl? Or are you going to work off your uncle's debts like a good girl?"
"I'll..." She felt like she couldn't catch her breath. "I'll be a good girl. I promise. Just... please don't, not there."
"You promise, eh?" he said with another smirk. "All right, then, lesson's over. Time for the practical." He leaned back against the couch, getting comfortable. "You can start with your suckhole. Go on."
Rose gaped down at the outline of his cock in his pants. It was one thing for him to shove it in her mouth. It was quite another for him to expect her to get down and do all the work herself. She couldn't do it.
"Whatcha waitin' for, slut?" he barked. "Get down on those knees, now!"
She scrambled to obey, scared by the sudden sharpness of his voice. The carpet was worn and stained beneath her knees.
"And keep those legs spread, shoulder-width apart. I don't want you squeezin' 'em together to try to get off. This is about makin' Ol' Reggie feel good, not you. Sluts don't get to cum. Well?" he shouted once she was in position but still hesitating. "Go on, take Ol' Reggie's cock out and get to it! That debt ain't gonna work itself off."
Fingers shaking, Rose opened his pants and fished out his cock. Her breath caught. So much for wishing he couldn't get it up. She'd never seen such a hard, angry-looking cock.
"How's that, darlin'?" he crowed. "You like Ol' Reggie's big, fat cock?"
In truth, it wasn't exceptionally long, but like the rest of him, it was thick, and the bulbous head was already weeping with precum. It smelled musky, like he hadn't had a bath since the night before. Steeling herself, Rose closed her eyes, took a deep breath, and started bobbing.
Reggie grabbed her by the hair and pulled her off of him almost at once. "Whatcha doin' there?" He frowned. "Ain't you ever sucked cock before? I like me an enthusiastic cocksucker, don't get me wrong, but good girls start slow and work up to that. Let's try that again. First you gotta lick it like a lollipop. Go on."
It was horrible, being given orders like that. Rose didn't want to lick or suck or do anything to that big, nasty cock. But she took it by the base and started licking it like he'd asked, knowing she had no choice and she'd better please him for her own good.
"There ya go. Yeah, that's it, root to tip, all over, get it good and wet. Mmm, that's good, darlin'. Now you can put it in your mouth and bob up and down on it a little, real slow, just a few inches." He tangled his fingers in her ponytail. "Oh yeah. Now keep bobbin', but suck on it."
Rose followed his instructions best as she could. At least he wasn't pulling her hair or trying to choke her. She closed her eyes and tried to pretend he was the guy she had the crush on in her Art Appreciation class. But every time she lowered her head, she could feel Reggie's big, hairy belly bumping against her forehead.
"Oooh, that's it, you hot little slut! Yeah, hollow those cheeks and work that suckhole. And look up here at me while you suck on it."
She reluctantly opened her eyes. And despite the vision of this old redneck in front of her, her pussy started really juicing. His thick meat slid in and out of her mouth, and her jaw started to ache, but something about his words made her hot, even though she should have been disgusted by them. No one had ever called her names like that or told her exactly what to do.
"Fuck yeah," he panted. It seemed like he was getting worked up, and that somehow turned her on, too, knowing she'd done that. "Now lick it some more. Drool on it, there you go. Lick those balls, too."
They were cool and hairy, and Rose felt some of his gray pubes get stuck in the back of her throat, but she sputtered and kept going, afraid of what he might do if she stopped.
"Mmm, yeah, now back up to the shaft. Get it good and sloppy with your tongue."
She was glad for the break from sucking, so she stared up at him and put her all into licking him, letting her spit drool down over his shaft.
"Ain't you a sweet little thing? Ol' Reggie's about to get you real messy, though. Stick out that tongue." She did, and he grabbed his cock and started smacking her tongue with it, like he was spanking it. "That's a dirty tongue, and a dirty little suckhole."
Rose could feel herself practically dripping between her legs. She tried to close them for some friction, hoping Reggie wouldn't see, but he did.
"Mind those legs!" he barked. "Keep 'em spread, and stick your ass out. You havin' fun now, is that it? Well, if you like that cock so much, let's give you some more, then. Let's see how much of this knob you can swallow."
With that, he grabbed the back of her head and started pushing her down on his cock. Rose tried to breathe through her nose and relax her throat, but the more he pushed, the more she started to panic.
"More," he demanded, pushing her down another half-inch. "More." And another. She started to gag and clutched at his legs, nails digging into his thighs, but he kept pushing. "Little more, darlin', almost there, keep going." She'd never had so much cock in her mouth. Her eyes started streaming reflexive tears. She squealed through her nose and slapped his thighs, but he held her there, making her take it. And just when she thought she might retch and drown on her own vomit, he let go.
Rose fell backwards against the coffee table, coughing and sputtering, drool and spit streaming from her mouth in thick ropes.
"Oho!" Reggie shouted, laughing. "Now we've got that slobberhole workin' like it should." He grabbed her by the ponytail again, and when she tried to twist away, he yanked on it. "Where you goin', huh? Get back here and try it again. A good girl oughtta be able to gobble up a whole cock. And you remember what happens if you're not a good girl, right?"
Rose was sniffling now, her face a mess of tears and drool. She wondered if getting fucked up the ass would be worse than all that gagging. She couldn't decide.
"Say it!" he yelled. "Tell Ol' Reggie what happens if you're not a good girl."
"You'll..." Her throat was on fire, her voice husky. "You'll use my bad girl hole."
"That's right. Now wouldn't you rather do a good job with your slobberhole?"
She couldn't nod with the hold he had on her hair, so she murmured, "Mm-hmm."
"Then get back to it. Come on, lemme feel that throat."
Rose lost track of how long it went on. It felt like forever. He'd stuff her full of his meat and hold her there until she gagged so hard she thought she was swallowing her own tongue. Then he'd press even harder, rubbing her nose in his wiry pubes. She didn't know how it could be physically enjoyable for him, but he seemed to get off on it. Every time he let go, Rose would gasp and cough, and then he'd shove her right back down on his rod. It was torture. She'd had no idea her mouth could produce so much drool. Her whole face and throat were slimy with it, and so was his lap and the sofa beneath him.
"Such a good slut, gobbling up that dick," he said, thrusting his hips to bury the last little bit. "Look up here at Ol' Reggie, that's it. That's a mouthful you got there, ain't it?"
She could barely even see him now from the tears stinging her eyes.
"Whew! You're a mess, darlin', a real mess. Just look at that face." This time when he let her go, he followed her with his cock, slapping her all over her sticky cheeks with it. "And look at those tits, all sloppy and wet." He scooted forward on the sofa. "Push 'em together around my cock, lemme fuck 'em for a minute."
Rose was so happy to get a respite for her sore throat that she complied at once.
"Ooh yeah, that looks nice. Lower your chin and lick that cockhead. Oho! He's playin' hide and seek with you, ain't he?" he joked as he thrust up and down between her cleavage. "Lick him, now, that's it. Lick his fat helmet when raises his head."
He lost interest in the game before long, though, and then he did the worst thing yet. He stood up from the sofa and grabbed her head between his hands and growled at her, "Now get that slobberhole back on my knob. And hold still. Ol' Reggie's gonna fuck that messy face now."
And that's exactly what he did. He held her head still in his grip and jammed his cock into her mouth over and over. He seemed like a warrior all of a sudden with his blood up, and Rose couldn't do anything but take it. "Suck it, slut, suck that fat cock!" he roared, and she answered him with a helpless _glug, glug, glug_. "Hell yeah, Ol' Reggie's givin' that throat a real workout now, ain't he?"
Rose was choking, suffocating on his rod and on her own spit. His pants fell to his ankles, and she clawed at his thighs, but that only made him thrust harder. She shrieked around the invasion, willing it to end, willing him to cum, wondering how long he could keep it up before he did.
"Oh fuck!" he bellowed, just when she thought she couldn't take any more. He pushed her away. "Damn, girl! That's one hot little slobberhole. You tryin' to make Ol' Reggie cum, huh?" He grabbed her by the arm and yanked her up off the floor. "We can't have that. Get up. It's bedtime."
Rose stumbled, her knees weak from kneeling so long.
"Last door on the left." He bent down and jerked his belt from his pants and smacked her across the ass with it. "Get in there!"
She practically ran. She was shaking like a leaf, still gasping for air but running on adrenaline now, too. And still soaked between her legs. What was wrong with her? She shouldn't get turned on from being manhandled like that.
He was right behind her, kicking off his pants and cracking the belt at her all the way down the hall. "Get on that bed, on your back. And spread those legs, wide as they'll go."
Rose didn't want to look at him, but it was like she couldn't make herself look away. He was naked now except for his wifebeater and his faded black socks, and the king-sized bed groaned under his weight when he crawled up on it and between her legs. He knelt there a moment, fisting his cock. Rose had never seen so much body hair. It looked like his legs and groin were covered with a layer of wiry gray fur.
"Let's take a look at that little cunny," he said. He bent down and spread her lips apart with his thumbs until her hole was completely bare to him. "Oho! Looks like somebody got a little hot and bothered chokin' on that cock."
Rose bit back a whimper, feeling her face flame. There was no denying it. She was slimy with arousal between her legs.
"Aww, don't look so embarrassed, darlin'," he said with a chuckle. "You're gonna be real thankful for that slop once Ol' Reggie gets to work on that cunny." He shoved one finger inside her, making her yelp. "Hmph, feels mighty tight in there. No matter. I'll loosen it up before too long. Here." He shoved the same finger into her abused mouth. "Taste how sloppy that cunny is."
It was so humiliating, having to taste her own arousal like that. Rose had never tasted herself before — or any other girl, for that matter — and she wrinkled her nose at the tang of it. Reggie just laughed at her reaction and scooped up more of her juices, making her suck them off his fingers.
"Taste good?" he mocked her. "I'd try it myself from the source if I wasn't so eager to get to pumpin'." He withdrew his fingers and gave her a smack on her hip like she was a horse he was about to ride. And she supposed she was. "Spread 'em wider. There's a lot of Ol' Reggie that's gotta fit in between them legs."
He could have been talking about either his body or his cock. They both seemed huge; she felt tiny and helpless in comparison. Tears leaked out her eyes as he ran his cock over her slit, getting it wet with her juices.
"Now, just so you know, this ain't my favorite position, but it'll do for starters." His face hovered over hers, his beard brushing her chest. He poked the head of his cock inside her and then pulled it back out with a lecherous grin, rubbing it on her clit. "But I wanna see the look on that pretty face when I get balls deep in that tight little cunthole."
Rose stubbornly turned her head away, but Reggie punished her for it by cramming his cock halfway into her hole. She cried out at the intrusion, and Reggie laughed. He pulled out and did it again and again, fucking in hard and pulling all the way out until he finally slammed home with a grunt.
"No!" Rose cried, trying to buck him off of her. It was no use. He weighed at least twice as much as she did. "No, please don't, it's too much." It felt like he was ripping her open, and he didn't give her any time to adjust.
"Oh yeah, you feel that, don't ya?" he crowed, driving his hips forward hard enough to dislodge the pillow from behind her head. "That's it, take that cock. Take that cock like a good girl. Such a good little girl, working off her uncle's debts." He licked her face and pounded away at her. "And such a good... hot... tight little fucktoy," he panted in her ear. "Oh yeah, Ol' Reggie could fuck that little cunny all day long."
She choked on a sob at the thought of it. She couldn't take this all day, she couldn't. She could feel herself gradually loosening up, but every thrust made her feel raw, and they just kept coming, faster and faster all the time. Somehow, though, she was getting wetter all the time. And she didn't know if it was because of the size of his body or what, but her clit was getting as much stimulation as her insides. It became hard to differentiate between the pain inside and the pleasure outside, but she knew she didn't want either one.
"Please don't, please, please, please slow down," she begged him futilely. _Or at least stop rubbing up against me like that._
"Slow down?" he barked. "Ol' Reggie ain't slowin' down now, darlin', no way. In fact, give me them legs. Up here."
He scooted back, withdrawing just long enough to throw her legs over his beefy shoulders, and then he leaned forward, bending her completely in two. He jammed his meat back in and redoubled his pace. Rose howled. It felt like he was going to stab his cock right through her on every thrust.
"Oh yeah!" he yelled, his hips pistoning hard. "Oh yeah, you're workin' that debt off real good, darlin'. Real good. That's the way to take a pounding like a big girl."
Rose sniveled helplessly. She didn't want to be a big girl. She just wanted it to stop, but he was merciless. Even worse, the positioning seemed to hit a different spot inside her; it wasn't necessarily good, but it sent sharp sensations through her belly that bordered on pleasure.
He worked and worked on her, and then he stopped, dropping her legs and wiping sweat from his forehead. "Fuck, that's a hot cunny," he panted. "Can't wait no longer, wanna see that ass. Roll over." He flipped her over bodily and grabbed her hips, yanking them up off the mattress. "That's it. Face down, ass up like a good slut. Keep that head down."
She didn't need to be told twice. She was glad to have something to bury her tear-streaked face in, something to bite down on to keep from sobbing.
He landed a few sharp smacks on her bottom. "And keep that ass in the air," he growled. He slid back inside her and went to town, grabbing her hips for leverage, his thick fingers digging in painfully. "That's it, that's it," he grunted. Every now and then he would punctuate his hammering by slapping her ass.
Rose felt raw and used all over. Her poor clit got no stimulation at all in this position. She was nothing but a real-life doll for this disgusting old man to stuff full of cock. She couldn't do anything but cry into the pillow and try not to focus on the pummeling he was giving her. She could feel his sweat dripping onto her back, and the headboard started to bang a battle march against the wall.
"Oh yeah, you're gettin' fucked real good now, ain't ya? Gettin' fucked real good." _Bang, bang, bang_ went the bed. "Bet your little college boyfriends don't fuck you like this, do they?"
That was an understatement. Rose had never even imagined being fucked like this. Well, she had a few times, but the reality was very different. It was constant discomfort, yet her pussy kept right on juicing for him, and every time he said something dirty, it clamped down on him greedily.
Out of nowhere, he grabbed her by her ponytail and jerked her head back, making her yelp in pain and surprise. "I said _do they_?" he roared.
"No!" Rose replied, too scared to not give him what he wanted. "No, no one's ever fucked me like this."
That earned her another vicious smack on her throbbing ass. "Damn straight," he snapped. "You like that big cock, girl? Huh?"
"Yes," Rose whimpered, willing to say anything to make him finish. "I love it. Please, Ol' Reggie, please give me that big cock. Make me take that big cock in my little cunny."
"You goddamned slut!" _Smack!_ "Tryin' to act all sweet and innocent. You're just a horny little cockslut, ain't ya? Ain't ya?"
What the hell was wrong with her, that those words turned her on? She actually started to feel her pussy tightening, like she might cum if he kept it up. "God yes," she replied. "I'm a horny cockslut. Oh god, I need that cock, I need it so bad. My poor little cunny needs it. Give it to me good."
"Oh, I'm gonna give it to ya," he snarled. "Reach around and spread them cheeks for me. Show me that bad girl hole."
Rose was terrified of taking him up her ass, but she was more scared about what he'd do if she didn't obey, so she did.
"Thatta girl," he said. "You know why else I call it a bad girl hole? Because the really bad girls _like_ to be fucked there. Are you a really bad girl?
"No, I'm a good girl," she sobbed, defeated. "Please, please don't... don't put it in there."
She heard him spit and felt a wad of moisture hit her square on the asshole. "Aww, come on. Surely you can take one little finger."
Like the rest of him, there was nothing little about his fingers. They were as thick and blunt as the cock that was battering her sore pussy. Everything about him was thick and blunt. And when he worked one finger in, she begged, "No! No, no, no, please don't!"
"Quiet, or you'll get another one!"
"No, please no," she replied. Yet as he started to pump his finger in and out in unison with his cock, she had to bite back a moan. It didn't hurt like she thought it would. In fact, she'd never felt so full, and where it should have made her feel violated, it somehow made her feel wanton. Or was she truly starting to lose her mind from all she'd gone through this afternoon? Either way, she felt her cunt clench tightly in response to his dual probing.
"Oho! I think ol' Reggie found your bad girl button," he gloated.
"No. I don't want it. Please. Please, I've been a good girl. I've tried to be so good."
But he was already pulling out. Her pussy made an embarrassing noise of wet air from how hard he'd fucked her. He gave a bark of laughter. "You don't sound like a good girl." He was already lining himself up with her asshole. "I knew Ol' Reggie could make that cunny talk."
Rose tried to squirm away from him in shame, but he spanked her some more and held her tightly by one hip. "Now, now, keep that back arched," he said. "If I have to chase that hole, it's gonna go a lot worse for you."
She didn't want him to make good on that threat, so she stayed in position and tried to take deep breaths and relax. Still, when he started to push, it felt like he was trying to force a baseball bat up her ass. "It hurts!" she yelled.
"Aww, it hurts," he mocked her. But he did stop for a moment, and she felt more spit dribble into her crack. "It's gonna hurt, slut. And you're gonna grit your teeth and take it, or it's gonna hurt a lot more." With that, he popped the head through her ring.
Rose shrieked into the pillow as he worked more of his cock into her virgin asshole. She could feel her insides spasm painfully at the intrusion, but at least he was going slowly compared to before.
"Almost there," he grunted. He started making slow, shallow thrusts, each one sending him a little deeper. "Whew! That is one tight little ass you got there, darlin'. You never been fucked up the ass before?"
"Nuh-uh."
Her admission seemed to get him worked up because he started pumping in and out with more force. "Well, Ol' Reggie's gonna fix that. Oh yeah, Ol' Reggie's gonna stretch that ass out good."
It certainly felt like her ass would never be right again. It felt like her whole pelvis was being rearranged for his cock, and she guessed it was. He picked up the pace, and Rose bit into the pillow, praying he wouldn't fuck her ass as hard as he had her pussy. Praying he would cum soon. Her pussy felt almost painfully empty now, and there was no way for her to get any pleasure like this, other than the humiliating slap of his balls against her pussy lips. She was nothing but a toy for his use.
And he knew it. "Ooh. Ooh yeah," he purred. "Damn, girl. That ass of yours was made for cock." He grabbed a handful her butt cheek and squeezed and jiggled it. He gave her a few more smacks and then dug his fingers into her hips, pulling her back into each ferocious thrust. What could Rose do but lie there like an animal with her ass up and take it? "Oh fuck!" he spat. "Fuck."
He moved one of his hairy legs for leverage, planting his foot beside her head. Then he really started giving it to her. "Oh yeah, that hole's livin' up to its name now!" he shouted. The mattress creaked under his thrusting, the headboard banging the wall as Reggie banged her ass into submission. "Such a bad, bad girl, takin' it up the ass. You tryin' to make Ol' Reggie cum, you bad girl?"
He sounded like he was mad at her for it. "Please, I don't mean to," she answered, helplessly impaled by his merciless cock. He bore down on her like a raging bull. It felt like he was putting his whole body into reaming out her ass. She wondered how much she was expected to take, wondered how much a person _could_ take. And yet the whole time her pussy juices dripped down her thighs.
"Oh yeah, you're gonna make Ol' Reggie cum all right, you dirty little girl." He started panting like a dog. "You're gonna make ol' Reggie cum so hard. Oh fuck. Turn over, turn over!"
She had never been so happy to do anything. She rolled over on her back, staring up at her tormentor. He was jacking his cock for all he was worth, red in the face and drenched with sweat, his wifebeater sticking to him. He straddled her chest. "Open that cumdump, slut," he growled, voice and hand a blur. "That's it, open that cumdump nice and wide, Ol' Reggie's gonna fill it up. Stick out that tongue, you dirty bitch, Ol' Reggie's gonna cream all over that cumdump, that dirty... nasty... greedy..."
He broke off in a roar so loud that the dogs started howling outside. Spurt after spurt of hot spunk splattered her tear-streaked cheek and chin and landed on her tongue. Some even hit the back of her throat, making her cough, but she didn't dare close her mouth. Ol' Reggie groaned, milking every last drop out of his cock. "Oh, you slut," he panted at last, breathless. "You filthy slut. Suck it."
He shoved his cock between her lips. Rose was revolted. She choked on the thick, bitter cum in her mouth and gagged at the thought that she was tasting her own asshole.
"Clean it. Clean it up," he demanded, pumping it in and out of her mouth. And when he'd had enough, he started scooping up the cum on her face and making her suck it off his fingers. He wasn't satisfied until she'd swallowed every drop, and then he collapsed beside her on his back, his big belly rising and falling as he tried to catch his breath.
"Whew!" he said at last. "You're a hot fuck, darlin', a real hot fuck. The boys are gonna have a field day with you."
Rose jolted up in the bed, her entire body aching and sticky, totally ruined from all he'd put her through. "What boys?" she demanded.
Ol' Reggie shot her a wicked grin. "I said I'd clear the debt if you did this. I never said how many times you'd need to do it. But you made a good start." He reached over and patted her on her hip. "I'd say you worked off at least a hundred bucks this afternoon." |
19,394 | Working late or One Possible Explanation | stephenchapman | NonConsent/Reluctance | 2014-01-06 | 2014-01-06 | 2022-01-01 15:44:40 | 1 | literotica.com | https://www.literotica.com/s/working-late-or-one-possible- explanation | Hapless Jenny strips herself. | ['Dream', 'Embarassment', 'Female Nudity', 'Non Consent', 'Power Games', 'Public Exposure', 'Spanking', 'Stripping'] | 3.67 | _Long ago in the days of lists and yahoo groups someone created a character named Jenny. She was a young married woman with a husband named John or sometimes George. Innocent and well meaning, she simply couldn't keep her clothes on. The artist, Biker, adopted her and began illustrating various scenarios and Jenny adventures. She acquired a best frenemy named Ashely. About that time I met her and was smitten. This is a recently rediscovered story written by me in 2004 to explain a Biker drawing of poor Jenny standing in an alley wearing only a blouse and high heels. Rain was pouring down and the broken umbrella she's holding is doing its sad best. Hopefully, even those not familiar with the Jenniverse can still enjoy the story._
WORKING LATE, or One Possible Explanation
Jenny leaned back in her chair and stretched extravagantly. The tiny buttons of her blouse fought valiantly to hold the thin silk blouse closed over her lush breasts. Her work was finished and she still had time to meet John for their night out.
The outfit he had chosen and insisted she wear was short, low-cut and tight. Jenny blushed at the thought of appearing in public wearing it. It would be awful to be seen like that but the sex afterwards would be so good she didn't have the willpower to say, "No."
Jenny stood and laid the new clothes out on her desk. Her office had enormous windows into the corridor, which usually attracted the office men like moths to the flame but with the staff all gone she could safely change there. The distracted blond had forgotten about the closed circuit security cameras but the guards were unlikely to complain.
She quickly kicked out of her conservative 4-1/2 inch heels. Still nervous despite her imaginary privacy, she fumbled a little unzipping her pinstriped pencil skirt but after a brief struggle was wiggling it over her full hips. The open lace of her knickers enhanced rather than hid the curves of her luscious cheeks and her other cheeks turned reflexively pink at the unveiling. Jenny plucked open the buttons of her shirt and shrugged it off her shoulders. It landed on the pile of discarded clothes with a silky whisper.
Standing in the middle of her office dressed only in her undies, Jenny hesitated. Her arms twisted up between her shoulder blades and her fingers gripped the bra clasp irresolutely. The hairs on the back of her neck prickled and her heart thudded loud and fast in the after hours quiet. All the feelings of her many public embarrassments flooded from her memory and she broke out in a cold sweat. Then as suddenly as it arrived her panic subsided. Jenny drew a deep, chest lifting breath and gave a shaky laugh. She slipped out of the dainty bra and tossed it aside almost gaily.
The shrill ring of the phone caught Jenny completely by surprise. Her leftover adrenaline lifted her in the air and her long legs tried to dash several directions at once while her hands flew to cover her bouncing breasts. Her startled shriek rattled around the empty offices. The second ring froze her place like a deer in the headlights then with a disgusted roll of her eyes she picked up the handset.
"Hello?"
"Ah, Jenny. I'm glad I caught you.," said her boss.
Jenny was momentarily distracted by the naughty fantasy of her attractive boss catching her naked but managed to respond in a somewhat coherent manner to his questions about her project
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"That's very good work, Jenny but the pressing reason I called is to have you accept an urgent delivery this evening. We must have it for an early meeting tomorrow. Please, sign for it and leave it on my desk" He ordered politely.
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"But, sir, I was just leaving", she objected.
"Not to worry. It should be arriving shortly and then you may go. Thanks!" and he broke the connection without waiting for a reply.
Sure enough as she replaced the receiver the front door buzzer pealed. Jenny knew the regular messenger notoriously impatient and wouldn't wait long for an answer. She definitely didn't have time to get fully dressed. With a muttered curse, she slipped on her shoes and snatched up her blouse. Click clacking down the hall she fought her tangled shirt back on and buttoned up far enough to pass muster. Although she was showing a lot of cleavage it would have to do.
Jenny opened the door and popped her head and shoulder around the edge. The messenger seemed taken aback at her sudden appearance but managed to sputter out, "Package for Mr. Bigger".
Generally, he just tossed the deliveries and dashed off to his next stop but tonight he was drawing the exchange out to the maximum. At first, he stared at the unrestrained jiggle of her breast and she blushed hotly when she realized her nipple was clearly visible through the thin material. Then he raised his gaze and looked pointedly past her right shoulder. Jenny smiled gratefully at him as she accepted the envelope and his clipboard. As usual, the naïve blond was misinterpreting the situation.
While he was averting his gaze from her chest, he was getting an eyeful of her scantily clad ass in the mirrored foyer wall behind her. It was possibly the best he had ever seen in life or in extensive cruising of the Web. Also, he was pleased to observe those legs did indeed go all the way up. When she dropped the pen and bent to retrieve it he felt his breath catch in his throat. Happily unaware of her exposure, Jenny passed back the pen and clipboard without understanding why his hands were shaking and his eyes were glazed over.
"You look as if you may be coming down with something. You should go straight home and climb into bed," she suggested sympathetically.
With a last sweet smile she swung the door shut.
Jenny almost ran down the hall with all her best bits jingling merrily but when she got to her boss' office she found that the door locked.
"Darn automatic locks" she muttered to herself as she set the package on his secretary's desk and then headed back to her own office.
Back at her own office she tried the doorknob without result. Despite the early warning at Mr. Bigger's door and her own history, Jenny was honestly surprise that she'd locked herself out yet again. Pressing her face to the glass she could see her employee ID/keycard taunting her from the desk. The ironic achievement of having separated herself from her daywear, club clothes and the emergency set in her bottom drawer was lost on the flummoxed blond.
After kicking the door hard didn't work she looked about for another possible solution. Jenny looked at the open transom light above her door speculatively. She'd probably break her neck if she tried to climb all the way in but maybe she could reach through and lift the latch from the inside. Gauging the distance from the top of the door to handle, she realized her arm wouldn't quite reach. She needed a short stick or loop of rope to make to last few inches
. Hopefully, she looked around but the bare hall offered nothing helpful. With a sigh for the unfairness of it all, Jenny shrugged her shoulders and peeled out of her knickers. There was no time to waste. The clock was ticking and soon the cleaning staff would be arriving.
Jen kicked off her shoes and started climbing. The door didn't offer many secure footholds. After clambering on the handle she grabbed the transom and pressed a bare foot to each side of the frame. An inch at a time she wriggled into the narrow opening. It took tremendous effort but finally she was balanced precariously on the top of the door.
With her legs spread wide for stability, Jenny carefully reached for the latch. Her bare breasts and left hand pressed on the cold glass as she tried to tease the waistband of her panties over the just out of reach hardware. Unfortunately, Jenny's plan ran afoul of her top-heavy nature. Leaning in a bit farther, she suddenly felt herself slipping. With arms flailing and legs kicking wildly she fought to regain her equilibrium but when she overcorrected the other direction gravity grabbed her by the ass and yanked her back into the hall.
" Ow, ow, ow", complained the luckless Jen as she rubbed her bum and head in equal measure.
Naturally, she had dropped her knickers on the wrong side of the barrier and when her eyes swam back in focus she saw the transom had slammed shut behind her. That she assumed was related to the rapidly growing lump on the back of her skull.
Plan B. Whatever that is, she thought but at that moment she heard the elevator arrive. With reflexes honed by long practice Jenny dived for the cover.
The cleaning crew trooped off the lift and unlocked the first office. Jenny bit her lip and considered her options. For now one branch of the T-shaped corridor concealed her but as soon as they reached the intersection she would be completely exposed. The story would be all over the building before mid day tomorrow. She liked her job and didn't want to give it up due to another public humiliation.
Cautiously, the trapped woman peeped round the corner and while watching the crew advance up the hall she got an idea. All of the wastebaskets were being emptied into a giant rolling bin which because of its size it was left in the hall as they tidied each office. If she moved quickly then she could jump inside, burrow under the rubbish and ride it to someplace where she could sneak a phone call to John. It was an icky plan but the only option that presented itself.
Jenny waited for her moment and when it came exploded out of the blocks like an Olympic sprinter. Falling into the pile of mostly paper, she quickly dug her way into hiding. She held deathly still as the cleaners added an additional layer to her cover. All she could do now was stay quiet and wait for them to finish their round.
Despite the initial success of her plan, Jenny was less than happy with her situation. The sharp edges of the papers either gnawed at her soft flesh or tickled in some extremely sensitive areas. The smell of somebody's discarded Chinese lunch was making her stomach churn but worst of all there was a potent chemical odor, which was making her head swim. Her last fuzzy though was Take shallow breathes, Jenny....
Jenny stood near the center of the bullfighting ring with her hands tied behind her back. Her only clothing was a short tartan kilt. The sun was hot and the stands were packed with screaming fans chanting, "El Banana! El Banana!" and waving their Chiquitas in the air. All around her the ground was littered with discarded peels. In front of her was Mr. Bigger dressed as a matador complete with a cape but oddly, no shirt. Instead of a sword he carried a headmaster's cane. Poor Jenny's only weapons were the diamond hard tips of her rigid nipples. Mounted picadors circled the antagonists with their long lances pointed to the sky.
"Come on, Jenny! Let's give them a show", Bigger urged then flipped his cape at her mockingly.
Jenny thrust her chest at him and charged. He twisted easily out of her path with a swirl of his cape. Her feet pounded the dusty ground as she thundered past and she gave a bark of pain when his cane slashed across her bum.
"Bigger is better", he shouted as she turned for another pass. The crowd echoed him.
His pants said, "Prepare to meet your fate, girl."
Jenny stopped short and complained, "Please, Mr. Bigger. Instruct your pants to be more respectful. I am a woman, not a girl!"
"Don't be absurd." he explained "Pants don't talk. That was my cock."
Her opponent then ripped open his trousers releasing his tool as proof. It stared at her with black reptilian eyes and whistled wolfishly. Horrified, Jenny made a desperate attack that nearly succeeded. It came so close one nipple tore a long ragged gap in Bigger's jacket as he backpedaled frantically. Staggering off-balance he didn't even attempt to use his cane but Jenny had a new problem. When she pressed her advantage the talking prick brushed along her hip. Its velvety skin sent a jolt of erotic energy through her body so powerful that it rolled her eyes back in her head. She wobbled away on buckling knees as she tried to regain her composure.
Jenny never came closer to winning than that. Bigger easily thwarted each of her subsequent efforts with a swirl of his cape and a cut of his stick. When she did manage to dodge the stroke she often brushed against his other "weapon" to the detriment of her concentration. Worse, with every pass the cock grew thicker and longer until the panting woman wondered how the matador could maintain his balance.
The crowd, which had been roaring, was nearly silent as the action paused. Jenny's head spun from the seesaw effects of pain and sexual pleasure. Her chest heaved as she tried to suck in enough oxygen for one last exertion.
Slippery with sweat, Jenny had freed her hands without her tormentor noticing. She knew she could still win if she could grab the penis by its ears and "bulldog" it rodeo style. Carefully, she circled and gained a few steps toward her wary antagonist. With every ounce of her remaining strength she leapt toward her target. Wait, she thought, they don't have ears! But it was too late.
When she hesitated the billowing red cape dropped over her head. Like something living it tightened its grip on her voluptuous torso as she fought to throw it off. Soon her arms were pinned at her sides and it was squeezing the breath from her lungs. Staggering blindly, Jenny's foot came down on one of the banana peels. The audience roared with laughter as her legs shot in the air and she landed chest first on the hard arena surface. Winded but game Jenny tried without success to scrabble to her feet. The impact had driven her hard nipples deeply into the ground. She was hopelessly stuck.
Bigger and his anatomy were arguing as they approached her.
"But she's been such a good sport and it will make for awkwardness at the office" her boss objected.
"Shad'dup, Willy! It's too late to stop and besides everyone gets it in the end. Anyway, you don't hear her complaining, do you?" it rationalized.
When Jenny opened her mouth to voice her objections a wad of cape forced its way past her lips and all she could manage was a faint grunt.
"All right, boys. Get her ready."
The picadors flipped her skirt above her waist and gripped her legs. Their sweaty callused hands forced them apart despite her strenuous resistance. Someone grabbed her ass and roughly spread the cheeks.
"Raise it!" the penis ordered.
Jenny was positioned on her knees with her rump pointed in the air.
"Higher" it demanded.
Jenny was extremely uncomfortable with her feet pointed to the sky and her face and breasts pressed to the ground but she could do no more than wriggle ineffectually.
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"More" it insisted.
Jenny felt her nipples pulling free as the men hoisted her higher. She tried to warn them but they ignored the frantic moans leaking around her gag. A tremendous geyser exploded from the ground and shot the whole group in the air. Jenny and the cape separated when they splashed back down. It flapped away like a giant red manta and she found herself floundering in a rapidly expanding lake of slippery goo.
The picadors and horses were swimming away for all they were worth. Jenny started to follow suit when she saw Bigger's trouser anaconda undulating in her direction while dragging its screaming "master" behind. The geyser burped to an end as the rising tide washed over the stands. From somewhere under the lake came a deep ominous rumble and slowly, at first, but with quickly increasing velocity, the liquid started to swirl around the ring. A gaping maw appeared at the center of the vortex as everything was swept irresistibly inward. The sound of falling water filled Jenny's ears as she plunged into space.
It was pitch black and something was jabbing her sharply. Her head felt like it was splitting and the nearby sound of rain drumming on a hard surface wasn't helping. The familiar disgusting smell of her trash chariot told her where she was. Jenny slowly extended her arms. In the deserted service dock the heavy lid of the dumpster lifted. The disoriented blond poked her head above the lip of the container.
Vague images of Spain added to her confusion. When she moved to climb out she discovered she had retained her grip on her shoes and in her other hand was clutched the item that had prodded her awake, an old but functional umbrella. Jenny put on her shoes and shimmied from her grubby refuge. Sheltering under her windfall, she sighed for small blessings.
Jenny scanned the area anxiously but she was quite alone. Standing semi-naked in the pouring rain she was at a loss. Each of her plans so far had moved her further from her clothes and safety. One more "plan" might end with her deported or taken by white slavers. Any policeman was liable to take her for a drunk and arrest her. In the after hours business district casual passers-by weren't likely to help. Take advantage of her distress, yes. Help, no. Where the hell was John she fretted?
A dark vehicle swerved into the alley and caught Jenny in the cone of its headlights. Still feeling the effects of the chemical fumes, penniless and dressed in less than the bare minimum of clothing, she had little choice but to stand her ground. The mystery vehicle rolled to a stop uncomfortably near. She could hear the slap of the wipers as she tried to peer past the glare. Fully expecting a minivan bulging with Scouts or Ashley dressed in the latest dominatrix gear, the sound of her husband's voice was a welcome shock.
"Why can't we just have a nice evening out" he asked in mock exasperation but she knew the recitation of her adventure would excite him more than any romantic date. At least, he would be excited once he stopped laughing Jenny thought as she dashed for the shelter of the car and the warmth of home. |
19,395 | Working Late | popeoftheprint | NonConsent/Reluctance | 2006-12-06 | 2006-12-06 | 2022-01-01 15:44:34 | 1 | literotica.com | https://www.literotica.com/s/working-late-17 | Rebecca works back late...and gets more than she expected. | [''] | 4.09 | Rebecca looked at the clock on her desk. Its red neon glow flashed 9:45pm. This had been the third week running that she was still at work long after the cleaners had swept through. She stretched back in her chair, turning to look out the window at the city far below and pondering the past few weeks. Her life had gradually become her work. She preferred work to home nowadays. After all, she was paid to control work. The last thing she wanted was to go home to a husband whom she felt required her constant guidance in order to function effectively. She wanted surprise, she wanted to let go. But it wasn't like that at home. So she stayed, and worked on the Macallister account.
Rebecca swivelled back in the chair, and rubbed her bleary eyes, looking at the screen. The words seemed to scramble themselves as she struggled to focus, signalling it was definitely time to head home. Slowly, she switched her computer off and gathered her files for the evening. She slumped into the corner of the elevator, lit only by the dim glow of the G button, and found herself thinking of some far off tropical oasis, somewhere far from her current situation.
The elevator came to a halt with a thud at the ground level, jolting Rebecca back to life. She moved towards the opening doors. Suddenly, a person dressed entirely in black ran into the elevator, grabbing Rebecca, twisting her arm behind her back, and covering her mouth with his hand. She let out a muffled scream and started to struggle, but the figure pressed his lips to her hear. It spoke in a deep, calculating tone.
"If I was you, I wouldn't struggle too much. Press the button to go back to your floor."
His words sent a shudder through her. As if possessed, she pressed the button to return to the 27th Floor.
As the doors closed, the figure pushed Rebecca up against the back wall of the elevator, and pressed his body against hers. He grabbed at her other hand and pulled it behind her back. Securing her arms between their bodies, he produced tape, and began to loop it around her wrists, ensuring they could not be moved. Rebecca let out a small cry, whispering, "please, let me go," as she struggled slightly. The figure pressed his lips to her ear again, and spoke calmly.
"You shall remain unharmed, as long as you do what I say."
The elevator opened at the 27th floor, and the man grabbed Rebecca, steering her towards the doors.
"Now, your office...take me there. And don't try anything."
Rebecca struggled again, but the figure pulled her head back sharply, exposing her neck to him. He bit lightly, then his lips found her ear once more.
"Silly, silly girl..." he stated in a very matter-of-fact manner, giving her a nudge out the door. Rebecca sighed and her head dropped, admitting defeat as she led the man to her office.
Once inside her office, the figure stood in front of the closed door. He looked at Rebecca, and for the first time she was able to make out an expression on his face. It was a wicked smile, as if he knew exactly what was to come. Rebecca felt powerless, wondering what this person wanted with her. Her thoughts were interrupted by his slow, calculating tone.
"This is a very different situation for someone like you, isn't it? For once in your life, you don't have the power. You're now at my mercy. How does that feel?"
Rebecca stood, silent, slightly shivering with fear...and yet, she also felt a strange calm coming over her. Before she could respond, the figure spoke again.
"Onto the desk. Now."
Rebecca looked at the man, who simply moved his head towards the desk. Without another thought, Rebecca moved to the desk, sitting down on it. The figure moved towards her.
"Lie down on your back."
Rebecca looked again. This time she caught a glimpse of his eyes. They were a mysterious blue and their intense expression seemed to call out to her, seemed to command her. She lay down, trapping her bound hands under her back. The figure moved over to Rebecca, and produced the tape from the elevator. He unwrapped it, and slowly began to bind her ankles together. As he wound, he surveyed the woman lying powerless before him. Her crisp white business shirt covered what appeared to be a quite bountiful bosom, and her shortish black business skirt had now slid half way up, barely covering her arse and presenting a slight glimpse of white panties. Her long brown hair was tied back in a ponytail, and her eyes were following his every move, seeming to cry out to him. He finished securing her ankles, then met her anxious gaze.
"Nice office...seems like a just reward for knowing how to run things...doesn't it?".
Rebecca looked back at the figure and again whispered, "what do you want with me?"
The man gave an evil smile.
"Me? Well, just as this is a worthy reward for knowing how to run things, I too feel I should be rewarded." He looked around the office. "But it seems that the only way to get rewarded, is to take control, so if that's what it takes..." His voice trailed off as he slowly ran his finger down Rebecca's neck and across her chest, watching her reactions as her eyes closed and her body shivered slightly at his touch. He leaned over and very slowly undid the buttons on her shirt, exposing her breasts, unburdened by a bra. Her nipples were already hardening and seemed to be begging for his touch. He slowly ran his fingers down Rebecca's chest, lightly tracing circles around her nipples, before delicately flicking the tips. He heard Rebecca moan at this touch, and smiled to himself, breathing in a little deeper at her reaction.
Rebecca tilted her head back against the desk, subconsciously arching up to meet the touch. She still felt scared, but her whole body was beginning to tingle with more than fear... The man lowered his lips down and slowly engulfed her left nipple in his mouth, teasing it slightly with his tongue. Rebecca gasped at this touch, feeling her reluctant excitement growing. The figure slid his hand against her right breast, lightly pinching at the nipple and she began to writhe on the table, her breathing growing rapid. Just as a moan of pleasure escaped her, the man stopped. Rebecca looked up at him, her eyes seemingly pleading for his touch. He lowered his face to hers, and looked deep into her eyes.
"Now, m'dear, I did say this was to be my reward, didn't I?"
Rebecca nodded apprehensively.
"So it wouldn't be right to let you have all the fun...would it?"
With that, the figure grabbed Rebecca's hips, and turned her over face down onto the desk. He grabbed the tape and pulled the bindings to her feet up higher, looping the tape around them, before running the tape up her back, wrapping it back around the hands. Rebecca started to struggle, but it was merely for show. Deep down she knew it was useless. He had control, and she was trapped.
The figure then walked around to the edge of the desk, looking Rebecca in the eye. He slowly unzipped his pants, presenting her with his now throbbing erection. Rebecca's eyes opened wide, and she whimpered a little.
"Please....please..." was all she could manage.
The man moved forward and stroked her hair.
"Now now, don't worry. As I told you, do as I command, and all will be fine."
And with that, he moved his erection to her lips, pushing slightly, moving it past her lips and sliding the tip inside of her mouth. Rebecca's tongue immediately moved to the tip, lightly flicking and probing around, as more and more of his now hard cock filled her mouth. Her tongue began to dance up and down the shaft, as her lips pressed down. The man began to moan softly and grabbed the back of Rebecca's head, moving more of his cock inside of her. She felt herself now wanting to move with him, however, bound by his restraints, she was little more than his toy, unable to respond. She felt herself beginning to build up, wanting to shout out, wanting to react, and yet she was forced to lie helpless as he fucked her mouth.
The man began to rock Rebecca back and forth against his cock, feeling her lips pressing down on him. He reached around, and pulled the fabric up at the back of her skirt, sliding the panties to one side. Rebecca moaned into his cock...feeling more exposed than ever. The figure slowly crept his fingers along her inner thigh, teasing her moist pussy by moving closer, without ever giving the touch she was longing for. Rebecca whimpered and gasped around his cock, which moved deeper into her mouth with his every thrust. The man looked down, gazing deep into Rebecca's eyes. She looked up, pleading with him to touch her. He slowly slid his cock out of her mouth, and gave Rebecca a slight nudge. She tipped over onto her side, completely unable to move.
The figure walked around, and lightly probed her tender pussy lips with his fingers. Rebecca let out an audible gasp at his touch, and he could feel her straining at her restraints to move against him. The figure moved his fingers back, just out of reach of Rebecca's eager pussy. She squirmed and began to beg.
"Please....please...touch me".
The figure leaned over, lightly nibbling her earlobe, and whispered, "Good things come to those who wait, m'dear...lets see how you go."
His hand moved to her ankles and slowly crept along her calf and thigh, touching every inch of skin, making it seem like hours. She squirmed and writhed, testing her restraints but unable to break free.
Suddenly, his hands moved back to her feet and he began to loosen her ties. Rebecca began to move her legs around, tentatively kicking at the figure, until he grabbed hold of her ankles forcefully. He spoke in a sterner manner.
"Not wise, m'dear. I gave you your feet back due to your good behaviour, however, your hands will remain tied until I feel I can trust you."
Rebecca found herself responding "sorry sir".
He dragged Rebecca to the edge of the desk by the ankles, her exposed breasts dragging on the desk. Crouching behind her, he slowly lowered his lips and lightly flicked at her dripping pussy with his tongue. Rebecca let out a soft moan, voluntarily opening her legs a little wider. He smiled, and lowered his tongue down onto her pussy, delicately probing inside, tasting her excitement. Rebecca felt her whole body shudder, and she completely let herself fall under his control, wiggling her arse slightly, pushing her pussy back against his tongue.
The figure responded by grabbing her hips, driving Rebecca back into his lips, his tongue dancing and flicking around her clit, enjoying feeling her moving on his tongue. His hands began to slide over her body, giving her arse a squeeze. Rebecca gave a little yelp and tried to cry out, but all that she managed was "oh yes...god yes".
That was the cue the man wanted, and in one move he forced his tongue rigid, and began to very slowly tongue fuck the helplessly aroused woman. He inched his tongue inside of her, pressing it deep, before slowly sliding it out.
Rebecca gave a very audible moan, shuddering and pushing back as much as she could. The figure continued to probe and tongue fuck, giving his own slight moans, as he tasted all of Rebecca's wetness, her pussy engulfing his tongue. He worked his tongue inside of her deeper and deeper with every thrust, moving his hand down towards his hard cock, giving it a long, slow stroke, preparing it for what was to come. He withdrew his tongue, and teasingly kissed his way along her back and slowly up her neck, before biting and nibbling at her earlobe. Rebecca pressed against his lips, longing for more of his touch.
He whispered, "very good so far, m'dear, but this is your biggest test..." and with that, he kissed his way back down towards her pussy, before standing up, and placing the tip of his cock on her moist pussy lips. Rebecca struggled, and tried to push against him. The figure gave her arse a slap, bringing a yelp from her lips. He spoke calmly.
"What did I tell you, m'dear? You don't have any control".
"Sorry sir".
The man crept his hands along her back, making Rebecca shiver. He grabbed her bound hands, and slowly pulled back, forcing her head and shoulders up off the table and sliding her back onto his cock. Rebecca gasped, as the figure began to slowly work his cock inside of her, using her own hands to pull her against him. Rebecca moaned and cried out as her back arched, her breasts now thrust out in front of her, feeling herself being driven back against his cock.
The figure was now thrusting his cock deeper with every stroke, controlling Rebecca with her own bound hands, forcing her against him. His cock was slamming deep inside of her wetness and he felt her surrounding him totally. Rebecca gave a cry with every stroke, part pleasure, and part surrender. She heard herself crying out "fuck me harder, make me cum. I'm yours...do whatever you want with me." With this, the figure leant down slightly and pulled harder, arching Rebecca right up, changing his angle, and penetrating her deeper still. Rebecca gave a scream of delight, squeezing down on his cock, grinding her pussy against him, feeling herself building up.
The man could feel her pussy milking his cock, and he began to breathe harder and harder, struggling to maintain his own control for the first time. He began to thrust slowly, but very roughly, pulling her back against him, before pushing her nearly completely off his cock, then pulling her back. Rebecca screamed with every stroke.
"I'm close...I'm close," she moaned.
The figure rapidly increased the tempo, holding both her hands in one of his and moving the other around to her exposed breasts, playing with her nipples, lightly squeezing and massaging with every stroke. He felt himself building and building, ready to shoot deep inside her slick and willing pussy.
Rebecca began to tingle all over, enjoying this amazing stimulation of every part of her body and mind. She began to pant heavily, feeling him building inside of her. They now began moving together, slamming against each other in perfect sync, feeling each other building and building. Suddenly, they both let out a cry and his whole body began to shudder, as he unloaded wave after wave of his warm cum deep inside of her, feeling her juices flooding around his cock. Rebecca felt her body explode as his cock exploded inside of her. He slowly lowered her back to the table, pressing himself against her back, and kissing her neck.
Both lay there for a few minutes, before the man slowly began to untie her hands. He walked over and flicked on the light, then walked back, sitting in her chair. Rebecca turned her head, and smiled.
"Thank you dear, that was a lovely anniversary present."
He moved over, and kissed his wife's forehead.
"It was my pleasure. You are the sexiest creature I've ever laid eyes on, and I'm glad I got to show you."
They both stood, and composed themselves, before heading back to the elevator. Rebecca looked at her husband and smiled. She thought to herself: "perhaps I need to work late a little more. Who knows who I might bump into...?" |
19,396 | Working Late | cheatingwhore | NonConsent/Reluctance | 2010-10-29 | 2010-10-29 | 2022-01-01 15:44:35 | 1 | literotica.com | https://www.literotica.com/s/working-late-23 | She doesn't want to cheat, but can she help it? | ['Cheating', 'Corner', 'Lift', 'Office', 'Wall'] | 3.93 | I hadn't realised how late I'd been working. It is at least seven o'clock by the time I realise, and it is already properly dark outside. I stand up from my desk to stretch, and take a look around the office.
You are the only one still left -- everyone else had gone home what seemed like a long time ago. You catch my eye as I look above the cubicle divider, and wink at me. My heart surges, my hands going clammy. What am I thinking? I'm a married woman, and I shouldn't be feeling that familiar tugging of desire below my navel, not for you. I've told myself that I'm off limits, that you will not have me, because I made a promise to another man a long time ago. But still the flirting with you leaves me breathless, leaves me with fantasies which should never be voiced.
You're coming toward me now, running your hand through your short dark hair, lean body moving with perfect ease as you cross the floor. My heartbeat speeds up even more. I'm remembering the emails we sent each other, you promising to make me feel like no one else ever had, your quiet arrogance about your sexual prowess, the way you managed to get me to tell you my deepest desires. I know the things I told you were wrong, that I shouldn't be telling you what gets me off, or that I find you attractive, but the compulsion persists. I breathe deeply as you reach my desk, casually sitting on the edge, your eyes flicking unashamedly over my breasts in their silk blouse.
"Rough day?" you ask, casually ignoring my rapid breathing and the sudden flush that I can feel has coloured my face. "I've had to do a lot more than usual as well."
"Oh, come off it," I snort. "I know you're just hanging around so you can get me alone to take advantage of me."
I immediately regret this the moment it leaves my lips. Your slow smirk, and the way you look me directly in the eye makes me quiver. I can feel myself getting wet, just thinking about you. I try not to let it show, not to encourage you further. I force myself to think of something else. Of going home to my husband, of cooking him dinner, of watching TV and not having sex for yet another evening. No, my life is not idyllic, but I must remain true to my promises.
I smile uncertainly back at you, trying to keep my cool, and start to pack up my belongings to go home. I don't feel safe to stay another minute in this empty office with you. I don't think I'll be able to keep my one man policy unless I leave immediately. I bend to retrieve my handbag from under the desk, and can feel your eyes on my behind as I bend down in my tight pencil skirt. My face starts to burn again.
You still haven't said anything after my last flirtation, and I try to relieve the tension by finding something flippant to say. But I'm struck dumb by how much I want you to take advantage of me right now. My mind is flipping through my own personal store of pornography as I pack up and close down my computer.
I imagine you sweeping everything off my desk and throwing me onto it, shoving my skirt up past my thighs, popping buttons on my blouse to get access to my breasts, my thighs, my skin, the warmth of me. I imagine your hands running all over me, doing the things you said you would in all of your emails. I imagine the danger of it, that we could be caught at any minute, my legs wound around your back, head thrown back in ecstasy.
I imagine you pushing me up against the wall of the office, taking me from behind, with just pure lust, nothing more. I imagine your hands entwining in my hair, pulling my head back as you whisper your deviant mind into my ear.
In the real world, my imaginings haven't taken more than a couple of seconds, but now, I find that you've moved ever so slightly closer to me. We've never touched before, with the exception of the occasional accidental contact, which left trails of fire across my skin. Now your thigh, from your seated position on my desk, touches my backside ever so slightly. It seems like an accidental touch, but I know it probably isn't. My skin sings, and I push back against you slightly, partially in an attempt to move you away from me, partially (but not admitted even to myself) to feel the warmth of you through our clothing.
In an attempt to regain my composure, I say goodnight, ready to go home. You push yourself off my desk, and to my great dismay, say, "I'm just on my way home too. May I walk you out?"
"No!" I want to scream. I need to keep faithful. But I don't, because although I've promised that I'll never love anyone else but my husband, I want to do things with you that I've never done with anyone else. So instead, I nod dumbly, a distinct feeling of the inevitable coming over me. I tell myself that I can resist you, that nothing will happen to me. You are a perfect gentleman, I'm sure. But I also know with absolute certainty that if you decide to take me tonight, I probably won't want to fight.
We walk slowly down the corridor together toward the lifts. We pass a couple of high level executives in their offices, busy on late night phone conferences, but they ignore us as they chew their gum and talk shop. My awareness of everything is heightened: the click of my heels on the marble floor, the feel of my skirt rubbing against my legs, the warmth of your skin reaching across the tiny gap between us. Your arm brushes mine because you're walking too close to me, and I flinch, moving to make more space between us. But you move closer to me again, until I am just skimming the wall in my efforts to avoid your touch. You're talking about something, but I can't hear what it is. The blood is rushing to my head, making me feel dizzy.
We reach the lifts and you reach out to push the button. You bump me with your left hip, friendly enough, to catch my attention.
"You OK?" you say, concern on your face, beautiful green eyes wide.
Not really, I think. I want to push you against the wall, be the sexual aggressor. I want to kiss you, make you moan, make you lust for me the way I do for you. But I don't tell you this. Because I'm a good girl.
"Yes," I say, "Just tired, that's all".
You half smile at me lazily. "If you were mine, you'd be tired all the time."
I blush.
"You'd never get any sleep," you continue. "But you'd love every sweaty, panting minute of it."
I unconsciously catch my lower lip between my teeth, and I see you smile. You know that's my tell for arousal. Because I told you. Even though I shouldn't have. Somehow the knowledge that you know I'm aroused makes me even wetter and hotter. This is wrong, but I like the danger. I wonder how far I can push my luck before it gives out, and I get into trouble.
The doors to the lift open and we step inside. I make sure that I stand a respectable distance away from you, as the doors close. I lean a thigh against the bar that runs the perimeter of the lift, and angle my body away from you on purpose. You stand on the opposite side of the lift, hands in your pockets, and regard me. You look me up and down, eyes running appreciatively over my chest. You look at me like a piece of meat. I am nothing to you but the opportunity for sex, and I love that I can be desired by someone like you with such force.
I remember the email you sent me describing what you would like to do to me in this lift. I shiver, and look at the floor rather than at you. I can imagine you are probably looking at me right now, trying to catch my eye, a knowing smile on your face. You know that I'm remembering about that email.
Suddenly you reach past me to press the Stop button on the lift. Your arm brushes my breast as you reach past me, and I can feel the skin tighten as my nipple hardens. Your touch is delicious, but I'm also frightened. What are you doing?
I look up at you, eyes wide. My mouth starts to form the word "what", but never gets any further as you kiss me hard. You've moved silently to press me into the side of the lift, and the pressure of the bar into my hip is uncomfortable.
I break the kiss and push you away. This is not acceptable behaviour for a married woman! But you are relentless. No sooner have I pushed you away, when your mouth is back, muffling my cries of "no, stop!" You know its wrong, and so do I. I squirm to get away, to restart the lift and get out of the confines of this steel box, but this seems to excite you more.
I try to turn my head away, to avoid your kiss, but you grab my hair in one of your hands, winding it around your fist, and I can no longer resist. As you slip your tongue into my mouth, I give in. It may be wrong, but its happening, and there is nothing I can do about it.
Your free hand moves to my breasts, and effortlessly pops some of the buttons on my blouse open. I shudder as I feel the warmth of your hand slip inside my bra, cupping my breast. Your hand massages my breast, moving in slow circles, but its restricted by my clothing. Your tongue and mine intertwine: you taste of mint and coffee. Your mouth is so warm, and I start to relax as your touch becomes more familiar. The bar around the lift is now pressing into my lower back, but I don't mind.
Unconsciously, my legs part as my breath starts to get shorter and faster. I can feel your arousal pressing into me, and it fuels my desire. Parting my legs has made my skirt ride up a little higher, and as we continue to kiss, you take your hand from my bra and put it up my skirt. I feel your fingers graze my naked thighs, soft touches which make me grip your shoulders a little tighter. Your hand is still exploring.
I suddenly realise that you've taken your hand out of my hair, and my head is no longer pinned. Your fingers push aside my panties, and reach the hot, wet centre of me, and you gasp, taking your mouth from mine as you do. You look deep into my eyes, your own wide with the knowledge that I want you too. And, still looking into my eyes, you use your rough thumb to gently rub my clit. I moan, closing my eyes letting my head fall back. This feels so good. You stop rubbing for a minute, and let your thumb just rest for a minute, feeling my heart beat. The motion of my pulse is arousing me further, and I feel my knees beginning to give. You must feel it too, because you push me into the corner, and lift me slightly so that my bottom is resting on the bar. I wind my legs around your calves to keep my balance, but you push into me so that I'm going nowhere.
My skirt is now hiked up to my hips, allowing you easy access to continue your attentions with your hands. You slip a finger into me, making me gasp. You move your finger in a slow circular motion, letting my hypersensitive parts feel absolutely everything you have to offer me. Your thumb continues its slow rubbing, and I suddenly feel a warmth spreading from the centre of me. The friction of your fingers is delicious, and I can feel my muscles start to tighten. Suddenly, without any warning, the pleasure builds to its climax, causing me to cry out loudly with surprise and ecstasy. I give into the pleasure, my moans making you smile, my guilt a distant memory. I'm hardly even aware of you holding me up.
What feels like many minutes later, I return to you, and I can see that you are struggling to restrain yourself. Your jaw is clenched, and I can see from the look in your eye that you want to bury yourself in me deeply. I run my hand over the stubble on your jaw, still coming down from my orgasm. You growl at me, frustrated and impatient. Although I haven't completely calmed down yet, and I can still feel my muscles twitching like the ticking of an over heated car engine, I use my legs to urge you closer to me.
I move my hands from where they were clasped about your neck, and reach between my legs to open your trousers. The button fly makes this a little more difficult, but together we manage. Then, taking you in hand, I guide you to my lips. I push aside my soaking panties, and leave you to do the rest. You lean forward slightly, nudging into me, and I feel you enter me. You fit me perfectly, if not slightly tightly due to my clenched muscles. A little more leaning, and you are completely inside me, sunk as far as you can go. We both moan at this, and stay absolutely still for a few moments while my muscles adjust to you.
Your hot mouth is back on mine again, this time your tongue in my mouth. We still haven't moved from our position in the corner of the lift, and I'm growing impatient for that delicious friction which brought me to such a delicious climax only a couple of minutes before. I wiggle a little closer to you, allowing you a little more access to me.
You pull your mouth away from mine, and start to moan deliciously. You move your hips ever so slightly, not drawing out of me, but moving just enough to remind me just where you are and what you are doing to me. The steel of the lift is cold against my back, as we find a rhythm and start to move together. You're doing most of the moving, lifting up onto your toes to push into me, and then rocking back to pull out. Your face is so close to mine, and you are looking right up at me, into my eyes as you slowly fuck me until I almost go out of my mind. I've never had it like this before, and something tells me that your arrogance wasn't so far fetched.
Your hot breath is on my neck now, and I can feel goosebumps raising on my arms and chest. My nipples stiffen (what seems impossibly) even further, and I can feel my muscles, which were so ready to receive you, begin to tighten again. You are moving so slowly within me that this moment seems never ending.
You start to shudder uncontrollably, and holding my thighs, you drag me forward slightly off the bar, taking some of my weight. You begin to drive yourself into me like a man possessed, green eyes closed now. I can only hold on and enjoy what you're doing to me. You take a deep breath, and emit a deep, and incredibly sexy growl as you let yourself go. The sight of you reaching your final pleasure pushes me over the edge, and I submit to the waves of deep, pulsing, warmth that floods my system. You are still buried deep in me, hands under my thighs, as I cling onto your neck and whisper in your ear, "Oh God, yes..." |
19,397 | Working Late | Hugger_Mugger | NonConsent/Reluctance | 2012-02-10 | 2012-02-10 | 2022-01-01 15:44:36 | 1 | literotica.com | https://www.literotica.com/s/working-late-26 | A woman working late is gang banged several times. | ['Bdsm', 'Bondage To Chair', 'Bound And Exposed In Public', 'Double Penetration', 'Forced Orgasm', 'Machine Fucking', 'Mmf', 'Mmmf', 'Tape Gag And Blindfold', 'Work Place Late Night Sex'] | 3.91 | Connie sighed as she felt her stomach grumble and she yawned. It was the programmer's curse. Programmers can never work when they want. The director of investment reviews asked her to make a change in the financial database and naturally, it needed to be done by first thing in the morning, and naturally, he did not tell her about it until almost five PM. She thought she could do it in a few hours, but it was more complicated and it was now after seven and she had not eaten.
Connie was 26, a crack computer programmer for Eden Primary Solutions, which designed and maintained a variety of databases and financial packages for investment companies. She had been maintaining the database at Pittman, Trill, and Baker for three years. She knew the people at PTB on a first name basis. And she was well paid. But sometimes, she felt her job robbed her of any chance at a normal social life. She had no boyfriend and was feeling sorry for herself about it lately.
She was attractive. Short, at 5'1", but pretty and cute, with a great figure. She was Chinese American, with a beautiful classic Chinese face, long shiny black hair, small breasts but well proportioned for her petite build. She kept in shape, ran in 10k races, and exercised. She looked good in a thin sweater and tight slacks that made the most of her figure. She sighed and strolled out of the office and down the hall to the vending machine area. She got a candy bar and walked back to continue her programming work. She entered Andrew Parker's office, the director who requested her to make the changes, where she had been programming.
As soon as she passed through the door, someone grabbed her from behind, clamping one hand over her mouth and another securely around her chest. He was tall and strong and she could not wiggle free. He took his hand off her mouth and she was just inhaling to scream when another person slapped a strip of duct tape over her mouth. The guy who grabbed her pulled her hands behind her back. Another strip of tape went over her eyes and then someone punched her hard in the solar plexus, doubling her over.
They sat her in the office chair and while she was trying to regain her breath, they held her hands behind the chair back and tied them together and to the center beam of the chair's back support. Her feet were tied to the base of the chair. She could hear guys talking.
"We got a cute one this time. She's hot."
"Better than that last one. She was almost too ugly to fuck."
Connie cringed. There had been a woman raped in this building a few weeks ago. They had not caught anyone, but the woman said it was two guys.
"Before we get started, get on the internet and let's get a little mood music."
Connie felt sick now. The reports said the guys who raped the other woman used internet music while they raped her. She heard tapping at the computer. The chair she was in was pushed back away from the desk that had the computer she was using to program. One of them knelt in front of her and rested his arms on her thighs.
"What was that web-site that had the heavy metal?"
"www dot ground glass dot com," said the guy leaning on her lap. More tapping on the keyboard. The guy on her lap shifted and started to run his hands up and down her thighs. She tried to close her legs but her feet were tied such that she could not.
"Shit, man, look what I found," said the guy at the computer, whom Connie started to think of as guy #1. Guy #2, who as feeling her up, rose and went over to see.
They talked for maybe ten minutes, tapping at the keyboard, laughing about some porn pictures. Guy# 2 came back to Connie. "He's gonna be busy with a porno video game, so you and me are gonna get better acquainted." He picked up where he had left off, rubbing her thighs, working his hands up to her crotch, tickling her pubic mound, then rubbing back down. Then he slid his hands up the outside of her thighs, squeezing her buns and continuing up her sides. The slid over to her breasts and began to work them over.
Then, without warning, they grabbed the neck of her sweater and pulled violently down, ripping it down the front. He continued pulling on the sweater until he had ripped it off of her, except for the sleeves. She was wearing only her Victoria Secrets bra, a chartreuse color with fancy lace patterns. He reached around behind her back and unclasped the bra. He ripped the straps off and threw the bra aside.
There was a pause while he apparently admired her breasts, which were heaving from fear. "What's the matter, China girl?" he said, stroking her hair back over her shoulders. "You think I'm not gonna like your little titties? Well, I like 'em just fine." He stroked her breasts, pushing up on them from below, his thumbs massaging her nipples, which were now hard and erect. "Let's see what else you got."
Guy #2 untied the part of the rope tying her right foot to the chair and extended her right leg straight out. He retied her foot to another chair. He repeated this with her other foot. Now her legs were straight out, like she was relaxing with her feet up on another chair. This allowed the guy to loosen her belt, unfasten and unzip her pants and pull them slowly down from her hips, past her knees and around her ankles. He stroked her naked thighs as he moved his hands back up to clasp the waistline of her lace panties. He pulled them down slowly, enjoying the view of her dark bush as it emerged from behind the chartreuse material.
Once she was exposed from head to ankle, he again untied one foot. She wanted to use the opportunity to kick him or something, but he was too smart. He kept her tied leg between him and her free leg. He shoved her pants and panties off her untied leg. Then he gripped it and lifted it until her shin pressed against her shoulder. He held it there and tied the rope that was still tied to her ankle to the center back of the chair. He did the same with her other leg and she found herself with her legs spread and her most private parts exposed to this fucking stranger. She fumed and was terrified at the same time. Guy #1 was still going at it on the computer.
"Hey, shit-head," guy #2 said to him. "When you going to quit dickin' around with that shit and come get the real thing?"
"Soon, soon. You take her first. I'll be right there."
"Whatever. Okay, baby doll, it's just you and me. What you want first?"
He knelt at the edge of the chair and ran his fingers through the soft hair around her pussy. "Mmmm, that's a nice pussy you got, China doll." He pulled the lips apart and ran his tongue up the middle of it, pausing to circle her clit. It hardened quickly with the stimulation. "You're a fuckin' slut, you know that?" he said. "I bet I'll have you comin' in no time." He continued to eat at her pussy, licking, poking his fingers up into her, massaging her g-spot.
Connie gritted her teeth. No man had ever been this intimate with her in this way. They had gotten her in the sack and their dicks had poked into her pussy, but they had never spent time making sure she was satisfied. She had fantasized about having a man lick her to ecstasy, but not like this. But his tongue seemed to know what it was doing, and her cunt was responding the only way it knew how. She felt herself getting wet. Suddenly, the guy stuck his index finger up her ass hole, which was exposed as well by her legs over her shoulders posture. His tongue continued to work her clit and pussy lips, and then his free hand stroked her breasts. They were thrust between her thighs. He did not rub them but let his fingers barely touch her skin, grazing her nipples and then stroking the insides of her thighs.
Connie could not stop the growing sensations resulting from this situation. The spasms began to twitch her stomach muscles. Her hips tried to buck, but they could not, so they wiggled side to side, trying to express the growing climax. Finally, she could not hold it back and the waves of pleasure rippled up and down her taut muscles like music from a harp. Her voice emitted muffled moans and Guy #2 started to chuckle.
"Now that was nice. And you're all slick for the real thing."
The licking and stroking stopped and Guy # 2 stood. Connie was still shaking from her orgasm. Then she felt the tip of his cock at the entrance to her cunt. Next second it thrust hard and fast into her exposed pussy. His chest pressed against her tits between her legs and his cock pushed deep into her. It was long and thick, hurting her when he got it all the way in. But the pressure was only a little painful while the sensations it created as it slid back out and then pushed hard back in were pleasant and were making her hot again. His hands reached around and gripped her wrists as he pulled on them to give him more thrusting power. The gag and the tape over her eyes deprived her of any sensations except the warm, thick rod pulsating deep into her pleasure channel and the sound of the slurping suction as her tight pussy was stretched to the limit around the thrusting rod. Her erect nipples were being pushed forward and back by his hairy chest and her clit was getting the same treatment from his stomach. His grunts and the smell of his sweat was the only other sensation.
She felt her orgasm rising as the guy rose to climax with her. They came together, guy #2 holding his cock in her as far as it would go, his hips shaking as he splashed cum deep in her cunt and he groaned with pleasure. She was murmuring through the gag and her legs and arms were flexing, trying to move with the churning in her guts.
"Hhhhowwwoa, that was fucking tight," guy #2 said as he slid his cock out of her slippery cunt. "You gotta get over her and get you some."
Guy #1 did not respond. Connie felt a tug at the tape on her mouth. "I'm going to take this off so you can clean me off proper. You scream and I'll cut your throat, okay, China?"
Connie nodded. He ripped the tape off and it stung her lips and cheeks. He placed his knees on the chair next to her hips and she felt his hot, wet cock against her face. "Open wide and clean me off, slut," he said. She knew she could not refuse, so she opened her mouth and he put his flaccid cock tip in her mouth. She had to suck on it to get it in her mouth and she licked it clean. He pulled it out and moved off her chair, pulling up his pants, and groaning with satisfaction.
The tapping on the computer stopped and guy #1 came over. "She's all yours," guy #2 said. "You win?"
Guy #1 said, "I got through the first two levels. I paused it so you could finish it."
"Okay, I'll give it a go. Have fun with Miss China slut."
Guy #1 gave Connie's taut body a once over with his hands. He mauled her breasts, pushing them all directions and squeezing them painfully. He tickled the soles of her feet. She could not help but giggle at the tickling. He kept it up until she was feeling exhausted. Finally, he tired of that and dropped his pants. Without a word, he mounted the chair and next thing Connie knew, she had another cock in her mouth. This one tasted vile, full of salty sweat and b.o. And it was really big.
She opened as wide as she could and he was trying to force it down her throat. It was not yet completely hard yet, so he just pumped it in and out and she tried to lick it as she supposed he would want it. Soon he was rock hard and he put his weight on it and forced the end into her throat. She could hardly breath, but he pumped it up and down fast. Before long, he pulled out and slipped off the chair. Next she felt pressure on her ass hole and cried, "No, please, don't."
Her face stung as he slapped her hard on the cheek. "You want to beg, beg for it. Beg me to fuck your ass raw."
Connie resisted this, but it only won her another two hard slaps. Her jaw ached and she did not want to be hit again, so she said, "Please. ... Fuck me ... in the ass."
"How do you want that, bitch? Tell me you want it hard."
"Fuck me hard," she whimpered.
"Okay," he said and pushed on his cock, holding it by the shaft and slowly forcing it into her narrow ass. She wanted to cry out but knew he would get mad, so she moaned but kept it down.
"Oh, that's tight. Here comes the hard-on express." He began to pull his cock halfway out and then he slammed it in to the hilt. Connie moaned and it hurt so badly, she almost passed out.
He gripped her ankles and pumped her ass again and again. He did not last long and came, spurting cum into her ass. Connie gasped and dared to hope that the ordeal was over, they were both spent and would leave soon, she prayed.
"Game over, man," Guy #2 said as he returned to Connie and Guy #1, who sounded like he was pulling up he pants.
"You want any seconds," Guy #1 said.
"Not just yet," Guy #2 said. "I want ta show ya another site, but first let's make sure our little slut doesn't feel neglected.
No, please, no, Connie was thinking.
A piece of tape was pulled out and torn off and put over her mouth. Then they untied her feet from the chair back and retied them together at the ankles and knees. Thus secured, they untied her hands from the chair, while keeping them bound together.
"Her tits are so lovely, they need to be recorded for, like posterior," #2 said as they dragged her toward the copy machine.
"That's posterity, dofus," #1 corrected.
"Whatever. Open the copy machine." They raised the lid and then pulled Connie so her breasts pressed against the cool glass. They pressed the copy button, but the machine had to warm up. While they waited, they pulled pencils from a supply cabinet and one by one, they pushed them into Connie's ass. The first three were just uncomfortable, but with the fourth, it started to hurt. Her anus was already tender from the reaming it got a few minutes earlier. They got three more in before the copy machine was ready. Connie was gritting her teeth against the pain in her ass. Then she heard the machine whir beneath her and through the tape she could see the light flash by. The machine rocked slightly to one side as the mechanism shifted back to ready position.
They laughed at the picture of Connie's tits mashed on the glass like two fried eggs. Then # 1 had an inspiration. He pulled Connie from the machine and hit the copy button again. The copy machine was top heavy and it was on a narrow base, so as it copied, it rocked back and forth almost an inch. Guy #2 did not seem to find that too interesting, but #1 said he'd show him. They laid Connie face up on a desk that was next to the copy machine, shoving some files and papers to the floor as they did. The pencils were still in her ass and they stuck down along the edge of the desk, with her legs bending down to the floor. Connie was very uncomfortable, with her wrists pushing up into her ribs and her ass hurting like blazes.
Guy #1 told #2 to go find a mop or broom handle. While he rummaged through the closets, #1 took some string he found somewhere and tied the ends around Connie's nipples, pulling them good and tight, making Connie wince. He extended the strings and tied them to the edge of the copy machine. He tied some more string to the pencils and tied them to the copier. Then he made a slip knot and put it around her neck and pulled it tight and tied it to a pole at the other end of the desk. It was so tight she was afraid if she moved at all toward the copier, she would start to suffocate. As it was, it cut into her neck and smarted.
Then the other guy came back with a broom. Guy #1 put a condom on the end of the pole and lubricated it with some hand cream that was on someone's desk. Then he pressed it to Connie's cunt and slowly twisted and pushed it in. Connie groaned with frustration at this new violation. It did not hurt much but it was not comfortable.
The broom extended to the copy machine and they taped it to the side of the machine. Then they made sure it had lots of paper in the bins and set it to copy a thousand times, with the picture of her tits on the glass. They pulled off the bin that was supposed to catch the paper, so it just dropped to the floor. As the machine spewed out copies of her tits, it rocked back and forth. Each time it did, the string tugged on her tits and the pencils wiggled in her ass, and the broom handles shifted back and forth in her cunt. Tears flowed out of Connie's eyes, she was so frustrated and uncomfortable and embarrassed and angry.
They just laughed and slapped each other high fives and went back to play their computer games. Or that's what Connie assumed. She had not gotten a good look at them before they put the tape over her eyes. She thought at first that their voices sounded familiar, but she couldn't think of anyone who would do anything this crude. Plus they did not seem very educated, probably janitors or guys who worked some data entry job in the building.
She was right about two things. She had heard the voice before and the guys did work in the building, however, they earned six digit salaries and had degrees from Harvard. One was the guy who asked her to come in and do the programming. He did not really need her to change the program but he did need her password. Once she was in and programming, he and his partner could make important changes to the end of the quarter transactions. This they had been doing while they were pretending to be playing computer games on the internet. They had set the program to transfer large amounts of cash to their private bank accounts in Switzerland. They had plane tickets to Brazil and their bags packed and stored in their car. All they needed now was to let midnight arrive and check to make sure the transactions had gone through. Then they would head for the airport and a few hours later would be set up for life.
In the meantime, they had a few other things they wanted to change. So they left Connie to rock with the copy machine. She tried to hold still and ignore the sensations of pain and the stimulation in her ass and cunt. It was certainly not pleasant nor anything she would fantasize about, but she could not prevent the situation from starting her toward another orgasm. Since they did not seem to be watching her (although she did not know that they had set up a video camera that had been recording her entire rape, which they intended to enjoy in Rio) she decided she would have to just relax and not try to fight the feelings.
They built steadily over several minutes, beginning as small tremblings in her stomach and growing in fits and stabs outward, through her hips, down her thighs and up her back. Her natural inclination to move to enhance the feeling only brought her more pain, since if she moved her head, she tightened the string on her neck or if she tried to move away from the copy machine, to relieve the pain in her neck, it tightened the nooses on her nipples. Her hips moving only wiggled the broom and pencils more inside her.
But it was a runaway train and soon she was falling over the edge. It felt like she was tied to a log and going over a waterfall. The waterworks began in her pussy, lubing the broom. Her hips shimmied and that just intensified the stimulation inside her and she jerked at the strings and groaned and moaned.
As the first wave subsided, she relaxed, but then the painful aspects of the bondage began to make her uncomfortable again, and she felt the roller coaster ride begin again. She built to another orgasm, praying the damn machine would run out of paper, but it kept cranking it out. She tried to scream through her gag, but it was more of a whine, as tears squeezed out of her scrunched up face. Her body shuddered up and down on the desk. She prayed for relief.
The paper lasted long enough for one more orgasm, after which she was exhausted. The machine stopped moving, but the strings were still tugging at her neck and nipples and her ass and cunt were still stuffed full of wood. She lay there another fifteen minutes before they guys (guy #1 was named Randy and guy #2 was Paul) finished their handiwork. They had set things up to put some money into Connie's account to look like it was Connie attempting to embezzle money. They had been on the internet and used some of the money to buy a plane ticket to Singapore. They wanted it to distract attention from the more subtle shifts of money into their accounts, giving them more time to launder it. The plan was to make it look like Connie was using the excuse of programming to embezzle money but was caught and raped before she could finish it.
They still had another hour before midnight. They returned and enjoyed the sight of Connie's small, lithe form stretched out on the desk. For weeks before, they had admired her whenever she came in to help get certain programs running when they crashed. They had talked about all the ways they'd like to take her. Now they had an hour to do a few more of those ways.
"Enjoying ourselves are we?" Randy said. He tugged on the strings going to her tits. Connie groaned. Her nipples were very sensitive.
"Sounded like it," Paul said and gave the broom a jerk into her cunt.
"Well, we're back to give you some more of our magic," Randy said as he cut the strings binding her neck, tits, and the pencils in her ass. Paul helped remove the broom and then took out the pencils. They rolled her off the table and lay her on the floor on her side. She was just grateful to have relief from the torture of the past hour.
Randy untied her knees and ankles while Paul held her legs to make sure she did not kick. When her legs were free, they spread them out and laid the broom stick on top and taped it to her ankles so her legs were forced apart. Then Randy took off his shirt, lay on his back, and opened his pants and let his erect cock stand ready. Paul picked up Connie by the shoulders and dragged her over to Randy. If her eyes weren't taped, she would have been staring into his face as he maneuvered his cock to her moist, hot cunt.
When he was in position, he nodded and Paul let her weight push herself down on Randy's cock. She moaned. After the hard broom stick, his cock felt good, hot and filling. Her hands were still tied behind her back and her naked tits lay on Randy's chest. He started rocking his hips, his cock gliding smoothly the length of her tiny snatch, filling her and massaging the insides of her pussy with his thick cock.
Just as she was starting to accept that she was to be raped again and to be prepared to enjoy what she could of it, she felt Paul's body descend to cover her naked back side. She felt his cock probing for the opening of her asshole. She tried to cry out "Noooo!!" but all that came out was "OOOOOOOOAAAAAaa". Then Paul found the sweet spot and let his weight push his cock into her loosened ass. It hurt and she felt his long tool deep inside her bowels.
The pain in her ass coupled with her sensitized nipples rubbing on Randy's chest and Randy's cock gliding through her love canal, started her toward another gut-wrenching orgasm. "Here comes our little China slut. She just loves our big cocks in her dirty little holes." Randy was keeping up a steady stream of this talk, making it hard for her to enjoy anything. Paul was grunting and saying, "Come on, bitch. Take my cock up your ass. Yeah!"
They took turns being the aggressive one, so that they both prolonged the experience for themselves and for Connie. She came hard after about five minutes. Now she could move more and she rocked her hips and ground her tits into Randy's chest. She grunted and moaned into the tape and shook her head as the spasms shot up her spine.
Paul rubbed her skin, now slick with sweat, reaching around and cupping his hands around her dainty breasts. He squeezed the sides and tweaked the nipples. Randy reached around and dug his strong fingers into her ass cheeks. She grew tired of resistance. She gave in. She just let herself feel their forceful penetrations, their grabbing and let the feelings come.
Randy sensed the change and reached up and pulled the tape off her mouth. She recoiled at the sting, but then Paul pushed her face toward Randy and Randy pressed his mouth to hers and forced his tongue in her mouth. She opened her mouth and let him roll his hot tongue around in her mouth. Another orgasm came and she shuddered with the pleasure. Maybe this was rape, but she was now experiencing something ecstatic.
Paul and Randy exchanged a glance and nodded. They started to increase their thrusting at the same time, driving themselves toward climax as Connie moaned and strained at the bonds on her arms, moaning, "Yess, AhhhhaAahaa! MMMmmghghghgaaahahgh! Oh God!!!!"
Soon Paul and Randy were at the edge and they came at the same time, pulsing their hot semen deep into Connie' body. She felt the warmth and it made her buck more with another wave of orgasm.
They lay together, moaning, groaning, sweating, and feeling the afterglow. Paul pulled out first and pulled her up and dragged her a few feet to a support pole next to a desk. He leaned her so her back was along the pole and wrapped a length of tape around her neck, attaching it to the pole. Then he came around front and put his flaccid cock at her mouth. "Clean it off, bitch." Connie's nose crinkled in disgust at the smell of shit and cum mingled. She clamped her mouth shut and tried to twist her head away.
Paul stepped back slightly and swung a hard slap across her left check. "I said, clean me off!" She still refused, so he slapped her other check. She started to cry, but he kept yelling at her and slapping her until she said, "Okay, you bastard!" and she opened her mouth.
Paul smiled and reached down and pushed his cock into her mouth. She gagged on the taste and smell, but he threatened to hit her again, so she tried to work up some mucus and started licking and sucking at the cock. As she did, it began to enlarge. She did not want him to get hard again, but she couldn't help it. Soon, he was rock hard again and he began to pump her face.
Randy came over and interrupted the suck-fest and had her clean the cum off his cock as well. It too got hard. Then Paul pushed his cock back into her mouth and she sucked it while he pumped her immobile head. Randy then took a turn and they went back and forth this way until Paul started to groan and his cock twitched, about to spurt. "Swallow it, bitch, or we'll beat the shit out of you before we leave!" Connie hated to but as the cum started pumping into her mouth, she started swallowing the nasty stuff. Fortunately, it was Paul's third time, so not all that much came out. She licked it clean and then Randy pushed his cock back in. He shifted her head and drove the cock down the back of her throat. Her cries of pain were muffled and he started pumping her without ever letting his cock back out of her throat. She started to suffocate and felt light headed. Before she passed out, however, he came. He pulled back and let the load splash full into her face. Once it was out, he had her suck his cock clean and left the rest on her face.
He and Paul looked at the clock and saw it was almost midnight. They pulled up their pants and started gathering their supplies. They left Connie taped to the pole and monitored the transactions that automatically happened at the midnight hour at the end of the quarter. Satisfied that everything had gone as planned, they returned to Connie.
"I think we've given her enough pleasure for tonight," Paul said. Connie relaxed a little and hoped they'd untie her and leave. "But there's no reason to be selfish. I think we should share our little China doll, don't you?"
They removed the tape from her neck, reapplied a strip to her mouth, and put her back on the office chair they had her in before. They tied her hands again behind the seat and lifted her legs, still attached to the broom, back up over her shoulders and tied it down.
Connie heard them rummage through a desk drawer. Then she felt hands on the bottom of her thighs and something sharp pressing against them. They were writing on her skin, "fuck me hard," with arrows pointing to her ass and cunt. Then they wrote on her forehead, "here too," and pointed to her mouth. They pulled the tape off and stuffed her panties in her mouth and reapplied the tape.
Connie started to cry as she felt them pushing the chair with her tied to it through the office. She heard a tapping sound and soon the elevator bell rang cheerily. The doors opened and they pushed her in and turned her around to face the door. Then the pushed all the buttons above their floor and stepped back out of the elevator. "Hope you find someone who can love you as much as we did," Randy said smugly as the elevator doors closed. Paul turned off the video camera and stuffed it in his bag. They then took the stairs down and out on their way to Brazil.
Connie struggled hard to get out of the ropes. She felt the elevator rise and stop. She heard the doors open and she waited, struggling to get something loose. She could not and then the doors closed and the elevator went up another floor. The suspense got greater and greater. She knew she was there late and there would not be many people about, but sooner or later someone would find her. She was embarrassed to think it might be someone she knew. She serviced other computer systems in the building.
Floor after floor arrived and the doors opened and then closed. Finally, the elevator made it apparently to the top floor, as she counted fifty stops, which would make it the seventy-fifth floor. Then the elevator doors closed and the elevator did not move. She struggled but the ropes were too well tied. She cried and tried to push the panties out of her mouth with her tongue, but she could not. She was sweating and crying with frustration.
Then, she gave a startled grunt as the elevator started down. She knew it was responding to a request by someone on another floor, probably someone working late like her and heading for home. They would call security and her nightmare would be over.
The elevator slowed and stopped and he doors opened. Connie held her breath and waited. Her heart sank as she heard male voices saying, "What the fuck?" "Look at that!" "'Fuck me hard.' Sounds good to me." "Is anyone else in there?" "No one's coming. Let's take her to the mail room."
She wanted to scream as they pushed her chair down a hall and into a room. She heard the light switch on and the door close and lock. Tears formed on her cheek.
Hands roamed up and down her body. "Looks like the Trinity Tower rapist has struck again," one of the guys said. Connie guessed there were at least four of them.
"So what's another fuck going to mean to her," another said. She heard pants buckles jingling and zippers coming down and keys chink as pants hit the floor.
"Let's see, they've left us instructions," a guy said and poked at Connie's cunt and then her ass hole. "I think I'll try this first," he continued and tweaked her clit. A cock fumbled around her cunt opening. "She's nice and sloppy wet. Should be smooth sailing," he added as he started the third rape of Connie. The others stood close by and she felt hands pinching her nipples. The cock in her cunt was not so big as the first two, but it was just as humiliating to have it enjoying her private place. It pumped harder and faster as the guy got close. Finally, he came and she felt more come fill her cunt. His cock slipped out before he shot his whole wad and cum splattered hot across her stomach and tits.
The next guy leaned the chair back against a waste basket so her head was only a few feet off the ground. He pulled the panties out of her mouth and pushed his cock into her mouth, saying, "Better not bite, or we'll push you down an elevator shaft, cunt face."
She had to accept his smelly cock and she sucked on it and licked it as he pumped it in and out. He did not try to force it deep down, but he made her work and her mouth was already tired out from before. Now he was coming and she did not want that stuff in her mouth, but in it shot. Part of it filled her mouth and more shot over her face. Before she could spit any out, the tape gag was placed back over her mouth. She had no alternative but to swallow the bitter load of cum. The other guys applauded and they lifted her chair back up.
The third guy wanted to get her ass, so that was what she had to endure next. While another hard cock was violating her ass, she heard the guys talking about one of them going out and getting something. She was at the end of her rope and yet she could do nothing but take this cock up he ass. If the guy would have just fucked her, she would liked it better than what he was doing. He had his thumb on her clit and was pressing hard on it and moving his thumb from side to side. Another hand was doing the same to one of her nipples.
In her weakened state, is was not long before she felt herself verging on another orgasm. This one proved to be very powerful. Sensing she was about to come, her rapist pulled the tape gag back off. She could not help crying out as the pleasure rolled up her chest and back. The guys enjoyed that, calling her a slut and worse.
A fourth guy decided to fuck her tits. He lay his hard cock between her delicate beauties and pushed her thighs together, forcing the soft contours of her breasts around his cock. He began to pump his hips and the cock slid between her sensitive breasts. While he was doing this, someone poured something along her cunt to clean off the cum that was on it. Then mouth pressed against he pussy lips and began to suck and lick. This pushed her over the edge and she rocked and rolled again. The cock between her breasts exploded with jet after jet of hot cum that struck her neck and splashed on her face and chest.
That was the last of them. As he was finishing, a guy came back, claiming he had some goodies. There were some inspections, some slapping of backs and high fives, but she could not tell what they had. They laughed and pushed her back to another elevator, this one a freight elevator. They got in and took it up some floors. She could not tell how many.
They pushed her out and the place smelled dusty and not used much. They laughed and started opening some packages. There was talk of batteries and jokes about the Eveready bunny. Then she felt something cool and smooth pushing against her pussy. It forced its way in and felt like a dildo. Then it started vibrating. Another was pushed into her ass and a third was set into her mouth and held there with tape. Tape was applied to the other ones as well. Finally, something was taped to her nipples and they too started to vibrate. They laughed at her as she squirmed, the vibrating devices were already starting her toward another climax. She cursed them to herself as they left her alone in the dark, stuffed with vibrators and no one apparently to find her for some time.
In fact, she waited almost twenty four hours before someone came to deliver something to the office that was currently being refurbished for a new client. By that time, the batteries in the vibrators had gone dead, but not before they put her in a state of nearly non-stop orgasms. She was exhausted, thirsty, hungry, and sore as the security guards who were called in untied her. They called for medical help and soon she was in an ambulance getting taken to the emergency room.
Things were very strange for a while after that. Some detectives questioned her and at first they talked about her rape, but then they started asking about bank accounts and plane tickets and she was confused. She denied that she had been doing anything illegal but the evidence pointed to her embezzlement scheme being foiled by the office rapist.
The initial rapists did not leave any clues about their identity, but the second group had not been so careful. They traced the purchase of the vibrators to a nearby adult bookstore and used security film to identify the guys leaving the building. They got semen samples and the guys all went to prison, where they learned from direct experience what it feels like to have a large cock up the ass.
Eventually, the embezzlement of Randy and Paul was uncovered. They also worked out the timing of the transactions and realized that Connie was already being raped by the time her plane ticket was purchased. Plus they found no evidence in her home that she was planning on leaving the country. She didn't even have a visa. Initial charges against her were dropped and she was reinstated in her company.
Once it was all over, Connie had to allow, secretly, of course, that it had been the most erotic experience of her life. She found that bondage was a turn-on and started cruising the internet, looking for someone who would dominate her. |
19,398 | Working Late | nawteagirl | NonConsent/Reluctance | 2012-03-01 | 2012-03-01 | 2022-01-01 15:44:37 | 1 | literotica.com | https://www.literotica.com/s/working-late-27 | Forced in a parking garage. | ['Forced', 'Parking Garage', 'Roleplay', 'Stranger'] | 3.75 | Month end is a busy time for me and I find myself looking at the clock.
"Shit."
I say out loud as I realize it is already 7:00.
I call you and let you know I am swamped and will be late, and that probably won't be leaving for a few more hours. You of course tell me no worries, and that you'll see me later.
It's 10:00 by the time I make a decent dent in the piles of paperwork on my desk, and I decide everything else can wait until the morning. I grab my purse and lock up my office. Everyone else has gone home and it is a little nerve racking walking down the barely lit halls. Although I have worked late many times before and nothing has ever happened, I always have an uneasy feeling being the only person in the building.
I take the stairs down to the parking garage and begin to walk to my car. Halfway there I hear the sound of footsteps behind me. I glance back nervously as my car is the only one in the garage, and see a man with a black ski mask walking quickly towards me. I turn around and start to run towards my car (as quickly as my 3 inch heels will allow). I hit the button to unlock the doors and reach for the door handle just as I feel him behind me. I open my mouth to scream just as his hand covers it and pulls me back towards his body. His other arm goes around my waist pinning my arms underneath his. I struggle against him trying to break free, when he tightens his hold.
"If you do exactly what I say, you won't get hurt."
I struggle again and he says a little more forcefully,
"Do you want me to hurt you lady?"
I shake my head no.
"Good, because I don't want to hurt you, but you do have something I want."
He presses his hips against my body and I can feel his erection. I start to panic and shake my head no.
"Oh yeah" he says "I bet you have a very nice pussy, don't you and I am going to tear it up. If you do exactly what I say, you won't get hurt. Look around lady, no one is here to rescue you so just let me fuck that pussy of yours and then I'll be gone and you can go home. Now, I am going to take my hand off your mouth and you had better not scream, got it?"
I nod my head yes, and he slowly removes his hand from my mouth, and then moves my hair away from my neck, kissing my neck.
"That's a good girl. Now I am going to put you hands on the hood of your car, don't you dare remove them."
With my palms on the car, he grabs my breasts, squeezing them hard through my blouse. He pulls my blouse from my skirt and slides his hands underneath the fabric, pulling my bra down so my breasts rest above the cups. His rough fingers circle my nipples, and they betray me and harden. I hold back a moan, disgusted at myself for becoming aroused in this situation. He rolls them within his fingers and pulls on them, which causes my pussy to become wet. He lifts my skirt up and tears off my thong, bringing it up to his nose.
"Damn lady, your pussy smells heavenly and what's this you're wet for me. You want me to fuck you, don't you?"
"No" I whisper.
"That's not what your pussy is saying."
I hear him unzip his pants and he pulls them down past his hips.
"Please don't" I plead as he puts his cock at my entrance.
He thrusts his cock in and I gasp, his hands grab my hips as he slams himself in and out of me. He lowers my body a little and drives his cock in deeper. My body betrays me as I start to push my ass back to meet his thrusts.
"Oh yeah, you like my cock don't you. Well, my cock likes your tight little pussy."
He spreads my legs a little wider as he pushes in deeper. His hard trusts move me against the car and pretty soon he has my ass bent over it, while he pounds my pussy. I feel his cock get larger as he begins to groan,
"Fuck yeah, take it all."
He lets his load out with one final thrust and I feel his hot cum fill me. He keeps pumping his cock into me emptying his heavy balls. He slides himself out and pulls me up by my hair.
"Now, you're going to lick the juices from my cock. Get on your knees."
I lower to my knees as he shoves his wet cock in my face.
"Clean my cock."
I run my tongue along the underside of his cock and taste his and my juices. I swirl my tongue around the head of his cock, as he lets his head fall back. I run my tongue down the thick vein and then lick the sides.
"Don't forget my balls" he groans.
I run my tongue under his heavy balls before taking them in my mouth and sucking on them.
"That's a good girl. See, that wasn't such a bad thing. Now I am going to leave and you can go home. Who knows maybe we'll meet again someday."
I fall back and rest my ass on my heels, as I watch him walk away.
I get up, open my car door and sit down on the leather seat. Taking a deep breath I start the car and drive home.
You are sitting on the couch as I walk through the door. You get up and walk over to me. I look up at you and smile,
"That was so fucking hot baby!" I say before grabbing your head and pulling you down for a kiss. |
19,399 | Working Late | Theakston58 | NonConsent/Reluctance | 2016-04-10 | 2016-04-10 | 2022-01-01 15:44:37 | 1 | literotica.com | https://www.literotica.com/s/working-late-44 | A non-consent story. | ['Non-Con', 'Noncon'] | 4.12 | To say she hates working late is a gross understatement but this report simply has to be done by tomorrow. The office gives a different vibe late at night when no one else is there. She feels as though someone is watching but she knows she's alone. Almost finished. She had better visit the girls room before heading home. Opening the door she sees that the lights are off inside. It feels so different without anyone else here and she's a little creeped out by it. She turns on the lights and enters cautiously looking under each stall door for feet as she goes. Feeling a little silly for her apprehension, she goes into the next to the last stall, lifts her skirt, pulls her panties down and sits. Her urine hitting the water echoes in the otherwise unoccupied room. These are her favorite panties; stretch lace and black. They make her feel sexy just putting them on, or taking them off. She's tired and ready for her soft bed. Her mind wanders as she imagines herself lying in her bed, naked of course. The thought of cool sheets against her warm skin has always been a favored sensation. Relaxing now, her mind slows from her long work day. Lightly touching her stomach, she feels that familiar desire.
Why it seems to come so frequently in the bathroom at work, she has no idea. Giving in to the temptation she slides her hand lower to her baby smooth mons and inner thighs. Her nipples harden against her lace bra and cotton shirt. The size of her nipples shows prominently through her clothes when she is aroused; A fact of which she has been secretly proud since puberty struck and boys began to notice such things. She drags a finger between her pussy lips and moans slightly. She pinches first one nipple and then the other with her other hand and begins the usual circular stimulation of her now wet cunt. Her eyes are closed and her head is tilted back as her pace increases between her legs. Unbuttoning her blouse and pushing up her bra, she squeezes her whole breast gently pulling it kneading the flesh. She slips one finger and then two inside her pussy. Her breath becomes a bit more labored as her orgasm builds. Juices drip from her hand and she can feel her chest and neck flush red. Her pleasure peaks and she moans again as her orgasm flows through her. Leg and back muscles tighten and she looses herself in the feeling. At a slower pace now she resumes fingering and rubbing her pussy for her second go when she hears a noise.
She freezes and stops her breathing. The door to the restroom is opening slowly and she hears a footstep. The door closes but there is no other sound. Terrified, she makes no movements. Footsteps again. They are coming closer. Shoes appear below the door of the stall. Men's shoes. Very large men's shoes are pointing toward her. She lifts her head to look over the door and see's him staring back. His whole head is visible above the door proving his height and his hands gripping the top of the door are huge. He smiles slightly and speaks in a very low and quiet voice. "I see you have been preparing for me." Still frozen from fear, she tries to scream but makes no sound at all. He effortlessly snaps the stall door open and enters. One big hand grabs a handful of her hair and lifts her to her feet as the other hand wraps completely around her neck. His strength is abundant but he doesn't tighten his hand on her neck so much as to be uncomfortable. It is obvious he could strangle her easily but he uses only moderate pressure; as thought he wants to convey that he is in control. He is. Her very high heels are barely touching the ground as he holds her by her throat, and with the other hand, squeezes her breasts. His face moves very close to her ear and he whispers, "You needn't resist. I'll have what I want." She knows it's the truth.
He backs out of the stall and leads her to the counter; his hand still firmly around her neck. She glances at herself in the mirror, seeing her breasts hanging free and her skirt up around her waist. With one hand on her head, he pushes her to her knees. She drops her head before him but can hear his belt and zipper being unfastened. With a finger under her chin, he lifts her face and there hanging before her is the biggest cock she has ever seen. It is long and very thick; as thick as any beer can she has ever held. The head is large and mushroom shaped. She instinctively opens her mouth as it moves toward her face. The head alone fills her mouth as she attempts to suck it. "That's a very good girl. Get it very sloppy and wet baby", he whispers. Pushing it back to her throat, she gags and tries to pull away but he holds her by her hair and only pushes it farther. Her spit runs from her mouth and drips onto her breasts. As he removes his dick from her mouth, long strings of slobber trail from the head to her lips. She gasps for breath as he lifts her to her feet again and pushes her down, face first over the counter. Holding her there with one hand he moves behind her. She feels the cold granite counter top against her exposed breasts and nipples. Again she looks into the mirror to see herself. Her makeup is distorted by the tears that stream down her face from the near suffocation she experienced with his massive prick in her throat.
She still feels fear but also incredible excitement. That fact is clear even though she is somewhat confused by it. She feels him drag the head of his massive cock up and down her pussy lips. It slips between them and he pushes. Her pussy stretches wide to accomidate him and he begins to slide inside. She gasps as she feels his girth fill her beyond full. With just the head inside he stops. She tries to relax to take him. The pain is pronounced but there is much pleasure in it too for her. She has never had anything close to this large inside her and part of her is anxious for him to push deeper. Again he puts pressure agains her and drives his rod inside. Her legs begin to tremble and she feels light headed. Deeper still he pushes his manhood until she can feel him nearly in her stomach. He is touching places and giving her sensations she has never experienced before. Slowly he withdraws himself and drives it deep again. She suddenly realizes the loud cursing she hears is coming from her mouth:"Oh my God! Oh fuck! Oh fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck! Oh my God! Ohhhhhhh shit!
He begins to get a slow rhythm pounding her with every thrust. She reaches between her legs and touches his prick. She can't believe that thing is inside her. She can barely reach half way around. She loves the sensation of touching it as it disappears inside and slides out of her. Her moaning is constant now and rising in pitch with each stroke. Her hearing seems to fade away as she descends into an erotic bliss. She is only fully aware of that beautiful cock penetrating and filling her like never before. His pace is much faster now as she reaches the most incredible orgasm she has ever experienced. Her whole body trembles as she lays against the counter but his pace never slows. He relentlessly pounds his fat rod deep inside her. Another orgasm builds as she lets go and submits to his power. She is his now to do with as he wants. Again she trembles as another powerful orgasm grips her. She seems to be slipping in and out of consciousness as her body absorbs the pounding punishment and responds with still another orgasm. How long can he go? Creamy juices flow down the inside of her legs. She reaches down, wipes some with a finger and immediately puts it in her mouth. The taste and smell thrills her. Another wave of pleasure builds and she braces for it. Suddenly he stops.
Mid stroke, his cock nearly pulled out of her and he stops. She looks back and all seems good but he is not moving. He's not fucking her. She pushes back against him and frantically works her hips to finish this climax. He speaks in a low almost whisper. "That's right baby. Work that pussy. Get what you want." She pushes him deep and grinds against him. Oh god, that's the spot. She moves her hips frantically to finish what he had started. Fluid gushes from her as she cries in ecstasy. Her legs are soaked and shaking uncontrollably. He pulls out and strokes his cock as he pushes her to the floor. Holding her head by a handful of her hair, he pulls her head back and she opens her mouth. He puts the tip of his manhood in her mouth as he continues to stroke it.
"In you or on you baby. The choice is yours." The first pulse goes directly to the back of her throat. She instinctively swallows as the second hits her tongue. Each shot of thick cum seems to fill her mouth. She begins to swallow again when the third hits her lower lip and covers her chin. Dripping to her neck, it is replaced on her chin by a forth heavy stream. She tilts her head back and lets the remainder of his cum hit her neck and chest. He releases her hair and milks the last drops of his cum from his prick. He puts his rod in her mouth again and she sucks and licks the head cleaning every drop of seed from his tool. He steps back and puts his dick back into his pants, zips up and buckles his pants. He turns and leaves without a word.
Catching her breath, she pulls a generous amount of paper from the dispenser. She wipes her soaked pussy and stands up, turns and flushes the toilet. She stops to check her make up in the mirror and reapply her lipstick. With everything perfect, she heads to her car and home. |
19,400 | Working Late | michie | NonConsent/Reluctance | 2016-09-06 | 2016-09-06 | 2022-01-01 15:44:38 | 1 | literotica.com | https://www.literotica.com/s/working-late-45 | Stuck working late, sexually assaulted after dark. | ['Extreme', 'Non Consent', 'Violent'] | 4.08 | ***********************
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"Working late", I hate working late! It always seems to have to happen at the worst times. I suppose that's just a point of view once it becomes inevitable; still I always get this nagging wish that it could just happen some other time. Usually when the samples don't make it by noon they don't make it at all, they aren't supposed to deliver them in the afternoon but every now and then there's a mistake. They're time sensitive; if the samples aren't processed the day that they arrive they're useless. I was minutes away from going home at 4 when the call from the shipping dock came in. I saw the number and considered not answering it.
"If I don't answer it I can be home in 15 minutes.......who's going to know?........I know what this is.........urrrgggg......". Rambled my inner- monologue urging me not to answer, but then as if by a force of nature I ignore my every thought.
"Analysis and testing", I tried to say in my most evasive and passive voice with a lump forming in my throat as if to try to prevent me from identifying myself, "Michelle speaking." I swallow it realizing that I let myself down again.
The familiar, rough, voice with a thick French accent informs me, "ahh we haz zome zzamples down here for youz mizz, zee youz ah zoon."
3:54 – Fucking three-fucking-fifty-fucking-four!!! And zzamples! How does this happen? The guys in the field know it takes hours to process them. They can't do this to me. Why did I answer that phone? I could have been in the bathroom, I could have been down the hall, I could have been in my car and on my way home if I didn't let myself get caught. In all my 40 years I'd like to say that I've never been so dumb but I'd know that wouldn't be true, and at that point it didn't make a difference I was making my way to the dock to get the samples.
I work in a lab that is part of a government office that serves a variety of directives; the place is a ghost town at 4:00. Everyone with better sense or less work ethic has already made their way to the exit. There is no mass exodus, people tend to slip away one by one each afternoon; the slow but steady pace drains the place, leaving only the stragglers to leave at the proper time. Why I always work my hours? it's really just a matter of being a rule follower. Some people follow rules and conform to society and those expectations and other push the boundaries and attempt to conform society to their needs with varying degrees of success. My attempts at the latter have never resulted in much success, so by default I find myself in the former category. Still I like to dream what life would be like if I pushed more boundaries, pushing back at the resistance when it comes. Daydreaming is fun but that's not really me.
What I am is a middle aged woman, one who is becoming comfortable in that role. I'm a mother of two, with a stable home life and a loving family. The signs of aging that have long driven me crazy with grief I've come to accept and in some cases flaunt. Sure my hips are a little wider now, my joints don't always agree with my need to be active, and one glass of wine can put me to bed, but I still look good for my age. I still get plenty of looks from guys of all different ages and some are even bold enough to flirt; something I'm even better at recognizing these days. My long brown hair that curls when I don't straighten it still has its natural colour....for the most part...and my grey eyes are still as striking as ever. I'm by no means big, in any case I have stopped struggling with every pound, I work out and try to eat right but I don't chastise myself for a sugar binge anymore. I'm comfortable at 5'7" and between 145 and 155.....depending on the aforementioned binge. I'm not stranger to the gym or the yoga matt, it's for myself these days and not to make a vain attempt to get my dancer's body back.
My favourite past time of daydreaming wasn't on my mind that day as I made my way down the hall with the multi-coloured floor towards the shipping dock. Nope, I was overcome with despair, "why oh why did I answer that phone", words that would come to take on different meaning before the night was over. In the three minute walk self-loathing had changed to self-pity; acceptance wouldn't be far behind. All three emotions were also to be made more intense due to circumstances beyond my control.
"Aello, miz Meichelle, theze boxes for zee pretty lady." JP exclaimed in a voice that left no doubt that he was happy to see me.
That was really just his nature and he talked like that to all the women. Most guys wouldn't be able to get away with it in the government work setting but this was just JP. He spoke rough, likely from years of cigarette smoking, but always met you with a smile which went a long way in seeing past his intimidating physique. JP is over 6 feet tall with pretty broad shoulders and wide proportions. The typical middle aged mid-section from likely indulging a little bit much at the bars, he is missing a few teeth from he describes as a less settled youth. Well that is me translating, the way he puts it in his typical way is, "If yous think I's lost my pretty faze, yah should haz zeen zee other guyz", chuckling "so long ago it's anodder life."
Over the years I'd heard all sorts of stories from JP. Whenever I have to go for the samples he loves to talk, it takes a bit of time to fill out the declarations and always takes longer due to the small talk. I don't mind though, it's a detour from the lab and he can be entertaining. It's not in my nature to talk a lot so mostly I just listen, other times I have to cut him short because I just have work to do. This was one of those days that small talk just wasn't on my mind. I didn't mean to come off as a bitch or anything but I was pretty short with him and gave dismissive signals when he engaged me with his usual banter. It was nothing personal, just I wasn't in the mood for stories at the moment.
I'm not sure how it seems to other people, but I'm not the most social person in the world. I don't really talk to many people at the building and sometimes I find it unsettling when people try to talk to me. I don't know if they expect me to talk about myself or just listen to them or what. I grew up rather introverted in most things, being pretty nerdy in high school and dealing with bullies as a result. Even with the stuff long in the past, opening myself up to other people isn't something that comes naturally to me; even when I work at it it's quite difficult. As a result a most of my interactions remain superficial and one sided; I don't mean anything by it, it's just the way I am.
On the other side, I often find myself in my own world. I love to daydream, and fall into them in all sorts of different settings. Hours after picking up the samples I was doing just that, immersed in my little worlds and taking longer with my work as a result. It didn't matter at this point; I had past acceptance and was now enjoying the quiet stillness of the lab. It felt so ghostly serene with only the emergency lighting to light the hallways and me in my fluorescent oasis. I was beginning to become thankful that my day became a 12 hour work day as I called my husband to tell him that it would be at least another couple hours before I was home. The lab isn't half bad at night, maybe the lab isn't that bad at all......just all the people that work there.
It's not that I hate everyone; it's just that some people just get on my wrong side. There's a guy who thinks his every word is a contribution to the grand total of humour in the world, some that attempt to undermine everything any does in an attempt to look better, a new manager who just changes things to show that it's his lab and not because the former managers way was wrong and then there is me who listens to everything and says hardly anything. The others just seem to have more in common, add that to my general mistrust for people and the space isn't always a happy one for me. With none of that around and just my work I can remember what I loved about the work in the first place, I can take my time and daydream and I can forget that there is a world outside of the darkened hallways that runs in a rectangle around the entire lab.
By the time I file the report time became so distant that it could have been a figment of my daydream. Taking off my lab coat and snapping back to this reality I notice the time to be 10:30 in the evening. This had to be one of my latest nights of work, yet for some reason I feel like I'm leaving a sauna too early. As I turn the lights off I feel a little cooler although the temperature is no doubt the same. I straighten my accordion style pleated skirt I ordered from Zara, it's grey and cuts just above my knee, perhaps a remnant of my mid-life crisis but it makes me feel sexy and I like to feel that way some days; despite the lab coat that goes over. Taking off my lab coat has also revealed a smart looking blouse with a floral pattern I got at H&M affordable but caught my eye. My shoes are plain flat-bottoms that don't compliment my outfit but at least appeal to the common sense of not wearing heels at work....a mistake that my vanity still occasionally allows. My hair is tied back and I know it will feel good to release it, so much so that I won't even wait until I get to my car.
Letting my hair fall with a shake increases my feeling of isolated freedom. The hallway is dark with the exception of a few lights that gives the entirely familiar surrounding an unfamiliar appeal. I find solace in how peaceful everything can be. The darkened offices that will soon be buzzing with with people, computers and the noise of the morning seem to be sleeping, my passing presence the only witness to their nocturnal existence. Emerging out the side door that leads to the parking lot I get my first taste of non filtered air since the morning, it's dark and the parking lot is empty.
"Oh fuck!......I mean double fuck!" I say to myself in horror as I realize I forgot my purse! Just as the exit door closes shut behind me. I have no way to get back in! I'll have to walk around the building and get the nighttime security guard to let me back in if he has pity on me, he can pretty easily say no. I was looking so forward to talking to nobody and now I was in a position were I'd have to convince someone to help me. My mood had swung from serene to mortified. I must have stood in the same spot for 10 minutes before finding my resolve to start walking around the building. The shortest way was around the back from the exit I left so I started on my way.
I'm not sure why, but on the way I felt less than alone. I couldn't see or hear anyone but I felt a strange presence, it was as if I was being watched and worse followed. I stopped walking a couple times to see if I could still hear footsteps.........nothing. It's been such an emotional day I tell myself and now my head is playing tricks. At least the cool fall air feels nice on my bare legs I think trying to skewer something positive out of my late night stroll. Regardless, I can't seem to convince myself nothing is out there.
To get around the building, I need to walk around the warehouse part that is next to a park area that has some sand volleyball courts where the students play at lunch. The area doesn't look peaceful to me, on the other hand it looks scary and with the intruder in my head I plan to walk faster until I hear.
"Meichelle!", in a hushed rough whisper/shout.
The voice leaves no doubt who it is, before I can consider what he's actually doing there, I turn and say "Oh hi, do you usually leave this late?"
"ah no-no, I's juzt been here waiting for youz," he continued, "youz zee, Is hope a pretty lady would talk to ze."
There was something in his look and demeanour that told me this was just harmless JP. He's called me pretty lady 100s of times but in this context it was defiant and menacing.
"I just have to get home, I hope you weren't waiting for me........I mean of course you weren't." I was trying to play of the seriousness I felt in the situation and gave a nervous laugh with the last part.
JP was standing beside the wall on the paved walkway beside the building, to physically avoid him I would have to walk into the volleyball area and make it noticeable that I didn't want to come within 10 feet of him. My heart was pounding but I didn't want to make more out of this than there was, I didn't know anything about how long he stayed or what he was doing there. Maybe he did have a reason to be and what he said was just him joking like usual and the setting and my mood was what made it so different. Still he was just standing there looking right at me, almost daring me to try to walk by him. I felt overcome with anxiety and fear.
He wasn't smiling at all, he looked very serious. His goofy expressions and carefree good nature seemed completely sucked out of him by the night. Someone that I've always thought of as frankly unwashed, uneducated and simple was very much intimidating me. By unwashed, I mean that you could always see the dirt on his fingers, he did manual labour and it showed. I never thought much about his desires or what he thought about the rest of the world; in this case my world. Now, to me, he looked like he wanted some sort of revenge on me for not taking him seriously, not taking the time to talk to him as an equal for living my sheltered life and not caring about his.
These thought swarmed my head as I went to pass him. After all I know where he works, he would dare do anything to me...........
His hand grabs my arm as I try to jump in alarm. His dirty fingers holding me hard on my forearm as I start to scream.
"Nobody hear you. We far away." He was right, the site due to the nature of it, is removed from residential areas.
He pins me against the wall and continues, "I juzt want to talk with zee pretty lady." He says in a patronizing tone.
"Why iz she alwayz zuch a fucking bitch?" He says in a dark growl.
His mouth right beside my ear and he whispers more obscenities, "that right....yous a fucking bitch.......i's talks to youz an all youz do iz rollz yous eyz..........connasse.........va te faire foutre"
As his language gets rougher and switches to his native French his hand talk liberties with my body. Tears stream down my face as he pushes his dirty tongue into my ear. My whole body shudders with horror and goes limp only his hands to hold me up. One of which has found it's way under my skirt and has cupped my sex on the outside of my panties. I can feel his hatred, it's so pure and vile. This person that I've known for 10 years and someone that I thought liked me was treating me with absolute hatred.
His stomach pressed me firmly against the wall as I tried to break free, never coming close to breaking his grip. All of a sudden I feel myself being swung around very hard, being tossed toward the grass near the volleyball courts. If I can just keep my balance I can run away and this fat fuck will never be able to catch me. My feet fail me and I hit the ground running, my chin hits the grass and goes numb on impact. I'm telling myself to get up, but the water in my eyes and the nerves in my stomach tell me that it's over and that I've lost. My legs aren't working and I don't get up.
I try to crawl for no other reason than to tell myself that I'm fighting. I can feel him standing over me. I turn to look and he's naked from the waste down, his very erect penis staring straight at me. I'm overcome with horror as I realize that he's raping me. My defence systems shut down in that moment completely, my attempt to scream at the top of my lungs is met with empty air coming out of my lungs. I'm hyperventilating at the prospect of what's to come.
"Please don't." I sob in a pathetic attempt at sympathy.
There isn't any sympathy coming. I managed to crawl half way onto the sand while he was taking his pants off and I can feel the cold sand on my arms as I curl up into a defensive ball. He yanks me free from my ball by the hair, a rush of pain flows through my entire body as my upper body stiffens to not let him pull my hair from it's roots.
He's shoves his very large cock in front of my closed mouth. He yanks hard in a downward motion this time on my hair to open my mouth. The fair that made me feel so free to let out is being used to subject me to my confinement.
"Bite or do bad".......he says raising his other hand in a threatening manner.
My knees are starting to feel pain from being dragged by the hair in the sand, but that is the least of my problems now and he slowly starts putting his cock in my mouth.
Exasperated, "widzer, widzer", pushing more and more of his big cock in my mouth.
Soon he has both hands on the back of my head and it feel like that is all that is holding me up. I'm not sucking his dick, he is just fucking my face with his cock. I feel like I am going to puke as it keeps relentlessly hitting the back of my throat. Soon I can't help it and saliva starts spewing up. Undeterred he just keeps moving my head back and forth with his powerful hands. I can feel his fingers spread to grip around my whole skull and that's all I can feel, the rest of my body is limp and simply attached to my head. My head that's only purpose at this point is his satisfaction.
All of a sudden I'm released and I fall onto the sand, I turn over to let the rest of the saliva and possibly cum drip out of my mouth. I can't tell if he came or not through all the spit. My eyes are all watered but it's not from crying, my emotions had fallen numb long before, just from the trauma of being jabbed in the bottom of my throat so many times. I've never deep throated anyone and after this experience I'm not sure how anyone does it.
Perhaps he did cum and this whole thing is over with and done. My senses are completely foreign to me and I can't tell where he is. I start wiping my eyes and look up to see him standing there just looking at me. His cock is still hard and standing to complete attention and he seems completely ready to take his time. There is nothing suggesting that I had any chance of getting away from this, he is in complete control. His loathsome eyes, look down at me and see a helpless woman with scraped knees, dissolved clothing, spit dripping out of the corners of her mouth and hair messed from being manhandled. My terrified eyes see a physically imposing man, his stomach hanging beneath his shirt, his hairy legs look skinny in comparison to his upper body, his hands are by his side as he surveys his victim. His cock is horrifying, at least 8 inches long, thick, veiny, hairy and completely hard; showing no hint of going limp.
"Youz know what I's do kno?" He said as if to mock me.
I just shook my head no in response.
"Zo come oun now, hazn't zee pretty lady found her voizce?" he was just playing with me.
Tiring quickly of the game, "remoze the clothez."
"NO!" I manage to say with conviction as the fight tries to return to me.
He's not going to fuck me I tell myself. I try to fight as hard as I can, but this isn't much of a challenge to him. If anything, he seems to enjoy my last chance and resistance. We wrestle and bit before he picks me up and throws me hard onto the ground, the back of my head hits the sand hard causing me to see stars. I try to get up and gain my balance, but I'm dizzy and I trip. At some point he took his shirt of and is obscenely naked. I'm in a fight with a naked erect man and losing very badly.
My resolve to fight the ultimate intrusion hasn't vanished completely, I struggle as he falls on top of my pushing my legs open. My accordion pleated skirt that I liked so much is pushed up above my waste, he has me pinned. My attempts to hit and scratch him are having no effect, he is completely undeterred as he unbuttons my blouse very carefully as to not rip the fabric. When he's done my panties are not given the same consideration and he pulls very hard ripping them and causing me extreme pain in the skin around my hips when the fabric resisted.
The fight has been lost and my brain goes to the next line of defence: shutdown. My body goes limp again, everything feels numb as he pushes his extremely hard cock into my pussy. My eyes are empty and void of tears as he fucks me hard and unforgivably in the sand. He grunts and spits and seems to be completely enjoying himself, without a single care for the pain it's causing me. The only thing he cares about is taking my pussy and in that time he own me. His large right hand holds the back of my head, it feels like he could crush me with one pump of the fist. I'm disgusted as I feel his sweat made cold by the fall air drip on me from above as he relentlessly fucks me.
This is by no means a quick assault, he doesn't worry about being caught or the security guard being on rounds. He knows the grounds well and knows where everyone will be and when. The truth is that he has studied this, he has planned this. The package wasn't late, he just changed the paperwork and held it, basically holding me at work. I messed up his first point of attack by forgetting my purse, but he adjusted and got me where he wanted me. He had planned this for months, possibly years and worked out a plan for every single possibility. Like a master chess player and I was just a pawn. This man, who I took for simple completely put me at his mercy without a single thought from me.
Now he was enjoying the fruit of his hard work. He had my leg pried open with one arm, sort of hooked around it so my pelvis was angled upwards giving him full access. His trusts where hard, deep and deliberate. If he wasn't taking me by force I could see how a woman might say he's good at this. The fast rhythm of his movements didn't make him cum like most guys when it gets fast, he was in complete control in every since of the word. This realization flashed through my mind and conflicted thoughts surged through every corner of my consciousness.
Soon my body was betraying me. My first orgasm hit me like a brick wall, my panting became intense and low groaning moans escaped my lips.
"I'm fucking cumming!?" I managed to say in disbelief.
He started thrusting even harder as it came in waves. First one was the hardest, but more followed in sequence perhaps four times. This disgusting, unkempt man, who just violently fucked my mouth (a worse indignity I've never been through) was now making me cum and cum harder than I'd ever cum before. There was no time to think of the perversion of such a think at the time, he was about to do the same thing he had been watching me do.
I felt his whole weight pressing me into he sand and he grunted loudly, emptying his balls into my pussy. I felt his cock pulse at least six times and knew that six potent streams where shot as deep into me and anyone has ever done. I was breathless and he kissed me with his cock still buried deep. My attacker truly defeated me.
After about 5 minutes or so I could feel him removing himself from me. His hand gripped my head very hard and he reminded me one truth of what just happened.
"If youz even think of zaying anthzing, when I get out I fucking kill youz" He said this is such a calm and controlled manner that I didn't doubt a single syllable.
"Zo, ferme ta gueule." That being the last thing he said to me that evening.
He took his time dressing, and I just layed on my back and looked up at the night sky. I'd never been so violated. I could feel everything so intensely in that moment. The sand was inside my open blouse and irritating my skin noticeably for the first time, my legs were scraped very badly from being dragged around and thrown around in the sand and were starting to pulse with pain, the violence in which he ripped my panties of left a mark and I could feel it's pain. I couldn't move until he was gone.
Most of all, I felt intense shame. I was the victim, I know I was, but why did my body react to this ordeal. Why did I not feel disgusted by the possibility that he impregnated me. If anything my senses were open to being with child. It was as if I didn't have any relationship to my senses, the hour he spent assaulting me had changed everything I knew in the world in some way. I spent a long time just alone with my thoughts. I knew I would have to cover this up somehow from my husband but I didn't know how, physically I was a mess and no doubt worse emotionally. I had no idea how I would get home, I still didn't have my keys until I looked down and saw my purse. Until I sat up and saw it about 10 feet away from me. |
19,401 | Working Late | Lit_Minx | NonConsent/Reluctance | 2019-06-15 | 2019-08-17 | 2022-01-01 15:44:42 | 3 | literotica.com | https://www.literotica.com/s/working-late-pt-01 | 1. Sara's blackmailed into submission by a colleague. 2. Sara's spanking leads to more punishment. 3. Sara meets Dom_M and recalls becoming the exhibition. | ['Non-Con', 'Non-Consent', 'Noncon', 'Office', 'Office Sex', 'Spanking', 'Submission'] | 4.29 | I'm working late. I'm busy and a bit stressed out as usual. There's another push from head office to get the team's performance up and generate additional revenue by producing more products, quicker. I can't wait to have a glass of red wine in my hand as soon as I get home, to kick off my uncomfortable high heels and peel myself out of the smart business dress that's hugging every curve. Just as I start shutting down my computer, I hear a knock at the door. Feeling immensely irritated, I snap "What?" hoping to convey a "Not now" vibe to whoever is interrupting my attempts to get home.
I'm surprised to see Sam, one of the regional Sales team step into my office. I don't see him often, but he always disconcerts me when I do see him, with his arrogance and cocky attitude. I feel shy and girlish around him, which as the boss, I am not used to at all. He ignores my tone, smiling at me, disconcerting me with a look that suggests he's finding something amusing. I struggle to remember if I scheduled any meetings this late. Glancing out the office window into the rest of the main office, I notice that most of the lights are off and the place seems deserted. I must have lost track of time again.
"Working late?" he asks.
What do you think dip shit? Is the snarky comment I think to myself but out loud say, "Yes, but I was actually just packing up to go home, so can this wait for Monday?"
I smile slightly to try and take the sting out of the brush off. I suddenly remember the lust-filled day dream I had about Sam after our last encounter. He'd gone to the gym at lunch and come back looking energised, damp and smelling of some sporty soap that made me mentally picture his soapy wet, muscled torso and thighs in the shower. I catch myself staring at him now and blush realising I missed his reply. My nipples harden under my dress as I feel like he can read my thoughts. He looks quizzically at me.
"It'll only take a minute. I just wanted to show you this proposal," he says. Before I realise what's happened he's entered the office and closed the door. Suddenly the room feels very small as he brings his scent and heat and size closer to me. I come around to the front of my desk so that he's not looming over me, but too late, I realise that this leaves me standing feeling small in front of him instead. I try perching on my desk and offer him the seat. Why am I feeling so uncomfortable? I ask myself. He's just a work colleague and a subordinate. I'm the boss here.
He sits down and leans forward with his hands on his thighs, legs apart. I can't help but swallow hard at the sight of the bulge in his trousers where they're stretched over him. And leaning forward, he's not far from my bare thighs where my dress has ridden up from perching on the desk. I shift a little and try to pull the dress down. I look at him and see that all I'm doing is drawing attention to the way my dress has ridden up and it feels from his stare that his gaze can pierce the thin material of my dress and see the sexy lacy thong I'm wearing underneath. I flush at the memory of me standing in front of the mirror that morning naked, touching myself and watching my nipples harden before dressing in the sexier than usual underwear. It may have been weeks since my last sexual encounter, but I like to feel sexy nonetheless. For me. Or is it for situations like this? My conscience chimes in. Oh, for goodness sake, what can happen, we're colleagues and I can't let my guard down like that.
"So," I clear my throat, "you had a proposal for me? What's the project?" I force my voice to be as forceful as I can to try and redress the spin I feel he's put me in. "What can I do for you?"
"Well actually, it's what I can do for you," he says with a glint in his eye. "I found these pictures and I wanted to offer you a trade." He opens the folder in his lap and what I see makes my mouth go dry. "A mutual friend thought that your bosses would find these images particularly interesting" The lurid colour images in the folder are blurry but I recognise them enough to feel sick. I don't know who took them, but I recognise where and when. My stomach lurches, I always knew my exhibitionism would get me in trouble one day. Now, my shameful secret would be exposed at work and my life would be ruined. I could lose my job.
"What do you want?" I say weakly, "I'll do anything." I think I might faint with the panic that's welling up inside of me, but he smiles reassuringly.
"Don't worry, based on these photos, I think you're going to enjoy what I have in mind. I've seen you looking at me, and I was hoping to ask you out, but you seemed so straight-laced and vanilla. Now though, I think that we can really have some fun."
I squirm a little at the confident leer that he gives me and feel myself growing wet and my nipples stiffening under his gaze. He grabs me, turns me around and suddenly unzips the whole back of my dress from neck to the bottom of my back. His hand brushes my shoulder and the office air-conditioning feels cold against my bare skin.
"Take off your dress," he orders.
"Are you crazy?" I protest, "I'm not just going to..."
He interrupts me with a sharp slap on the thigh. "You'll do what I tell you, _when_ I tell you. You're no longer the boss here. Not if you want your dirty little secret staying between us." He fixes me with a look that makes me realise this is no joke.
"Strip", he orders. This time I can feel he means it.
I try one last time, "but what reassurances do I have..."
"You're not the boss anymore. The sooner you realise that I'm calling the shots now, the better it will be. In fact, you can start by calling me Sir from now on. If you fail to comply I'm going to strip you, then bend you over this desk and spank you until your ass is red." He reaches out and grabs me by the hair, pulling my head back as he leans over me. It's uncomfortable but being dominated by him seems so weirdly normal that I'm not as upset as I know I should be.
His voice is low and menacing but I can't really believe the turn the evening has taken and it's all so surreal. It's time to take back control I think. I'm the boss and this cannot be happening. "Look, I don't know what sort of game you think you're playing, but I've had enough. You need to get out of my office or I'm calling security." My voice doesn't sound as confident as I want it to and I can't bring myself to look at him to see his reaction.
There's silence and I lift my gaze to see him smiling. "I hoped you weren't going to take the easy route. This way will be so much more fun... For me." Suddenly, and with shocking speed, he grabs me and turns me around and in one slick motion grabs both sides of my unzipped dress. Like a magician stripping a table cloth off a table, in one quick jerk, he pulls the dress down into a pool at my feet. I'm left standing in my black lacy bra and knickers and stilettos. I have a moment to feel a wave of shame and excitement about bring dressed, or undressed, this way in my office then without pausing a beat, he bends me over the desk, so my head is flat on the table. I can feel him pressing against my backside and the rough edge of his belt and buckle digging into me. I feel something being wound around my hands which are behind my back and start to struggle, but it's no use. With his knee, he spreads my legs and grinds into my sex possessing me. With my hands tightly bound behind me, my legs spread, and my head pushed down, I am unable to get far.
"Now," he says bending close to my ear, so I can feel his hot breath tickling my lobe, "it's time I help you understand who's really the boss here. You failed to call me Sir and you keep answering back. I'm going to spank you 20 times. I want you to count and say 'thank you Sir' with each strike. If you lose count, I'll start again. Do you understand?"
I can still feel myself wanting to fight back but I can't physically work out how to get out of this situation, so I figure I'll go along with it. How bad can 20 strikes with someone's hand be. Maybe he'll get bored with the lack of reaction and go away. Yes, I decide, that's what I'll do. I'll not give him the satisfaction. Plus, the sensations that pulsed through my pussy when he breathed in my ear have my pulse racing and I'm sort of curious what this will be like. Being spanked has secretly been a fantasy of mine, not that I'd ever dream of acting on it.
"Fine. Get it over with," I say through clenched teeth.
"Get it over with, _what_?" he says, menacingly.
"Oh, for goodness sake, get it over with _Sir_ ," I bite out.
"For that attitude, I'll add five more _and_ I think we'll get rid of these panties," he jeers.
What?! I was just getting used to the idea of being semi-clothed in my office but getting my pussy out for him to see, in my office, seems so much worse. I try to hold my legs together, but I feel a snip and the material covering the apex of my thighs is suddenly gone. The cool air conditioning feels cold against my sex. I hope he can't tell that I'm so turned on and shiver a little, I'm not sure if it's from the cold or anticipation of what's to come.
He slides his hands over my bare backside and cups my ass with them feeling me. I start to wriggle a little hoping that his fingers will press up against my sex, which suddenly feels very needy. Then _thwack_. With no warning, he lands the first blow on my right cheek.
"Ow!" I exclaim despite myself. That was not a gentle sensual spank and my ass is already throbbing from that one strike.
"Aren't you forgetting something?" he asks.
I grit my teeth. "One. Thank you, _Sir_!" I drop as much sarcasm into my tone as I can. He rubs my smarting cheek gently with his hand, before, again without warning, _thwack_ , my left ass cheek explodes in pain. "Argh, ouch," I say, "fuck that hurts."
"And?" He says.
"And two. Goddamn it. Thank you, Sir." I can't believe that's just two. My whole behind feels like it's on fire but curiously so does my clit. Both strikes seem to have some sort of electrifying effect on my pussy which is now sopping wet.
The next three spanks are given in quick succession and I remember to say the number and thank him. "Five, thank you Sir." Just as I think I can't cope with any more he pauses and starts to gently stroke my wounded backside. His palms feel cool on my hot ass. He massages me and slides his fingers down underneath me to my pussy and pauses. He circles his fingers gently over my clit and I nearly buck. I'm so sensitive. It feels like my whole being is concentrated on this one spot on my body.
"I knew you were a dirty little slut. You're turned on by all this aren't you?" he states.
I hang my head in shame as I know he's right. I can't explain why this, being dominated and humiliated like this, is such a turn on. I can't speak. Instead I shift and grind to try to get more from his fingers, but they retreat.
"Oh no, you don't get to cum. This is your punishment. If you take it properly, maybe I'll let you cum, but you'll have to earn it first." He explains. "If you do cum without my permission, I will display you in this window, naked, for the world to see what a slut you are."
With that threat hanging in the air, he continues the onslaught. "Six, thank you Sir." Seven, eight, nine and ten. Again, he pauses to rub and massage my heated flesh and slides his fingers underneath to tease my aching and engorged clit. Again, I wiggle and buck to try and get more satisfaction. He laughs and withdraws. Chuckling at my groan of frustration.
"We're not even halfway done and you're dripping like a tap. You really are some kind of pain slut. I bet you like having your nipples clamped too."
I have no idea, but the words seem to be connecting with something deep inside of me and my nipples contract painfully at the thought of clamps. I decide the best policy is to say nothing. I feel the hands sliding back up my thighs and two fingers gliding into my pussy and my knees go weak. I all but cum then and there as his thumb also strokes my clit. Then the sensations and fingers are gone again, leaving me feeling empty.
I start to panic, he's right, we're not even halfway done yet and I'm so close to cumming. I'm never going to make it without disobeying him and now I believe the threat he made about displaying me. I must resist I tell myself. Maybe the pain from my ass will get to be too much I think. But as if he can read my mind, the next five strokes are less harsh and when he puts his hands on me again, I try not to push back into them so eagerly. Again, he pushes two fingers inside me and I freeze, trying, willing myself not to respond. Slowly, he strokes inside against my g-spot whilst also padding my clit with his thumb. I can't help but let out a moan of pleasure and suddenly I'm on the edge of an orgasm.
"Oh god, please don't," I ask, pleading with him.
"Don't what?" he says, and I can hear the smile in his voice. "If you want to cum, you better ask permission" Oh God, this is so humiliating, but I feel desperate for some relief as his fingers tease and torture me.
"Please Sir, may I cum?" I ask, dying inside from the humiliation, but anything's better than this desperate aching.
"No, you may not," is his answer. But his thumb and fingers are still pushing me closer and closer to the edge. I squirm and moan. He leans in to whisper in my ear again. "You're under my control now. And I chose what happens to you. You're mine."
Just as I feel the sparks starting to explode at the edge of my vision, he withdraws his hand and _thwack_ , starts again with an onslaught of spanking. I'm so bewildered by the change in pace that it's all I can do to remember to count and thank him. As we reach 20, I start to relax thinking that we're nearing the end. I can take another five. My ass is weirdly numb now, but my clit and pussy are the ones on fire. My thighs are wet, coated with my juices; and I am unconsciously grinding my behind into him, feeling the hard length of him behind me, trying to get satisfaction.
Abruptly he stands me up and turns me to face him. I can see from his expression, and the enormous erection he's not even pretending to hide, that this is having a big effect on him too. His eyes are glistening with lust and I want to have my hands free to grab him and run my fingers over his cock.
"You still have five left you know," he says, with a weird, gleeful expression on his face.
"Okay," I say. "Okay sir," I quickly correct myself on seeing him raise an eyebrow.
He continues, "I thought I might mix things up, seeing as you're finding it all so easy thus far"
Easy? What? Well I'm glad you think so, I think to myself. He lifts me and sits me on my desk, spreading my thighs and looking lustfully at my glistening, naked pussy. Then suddenly, without any warning, he darts forward and spanks my engorged clit hard with his fingers. Again, and again. It's too much. I cum, hard, crying out, as the build-up of sensations takes me over the edge into ecstasy. I come down, shaking from my orgasm and look up at him.
His triumphant smile says it all. "Oh dear. You came without asking permission. Looks like you really wanted to show off your exhibitionist side after all."
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19,402 | Working Mary Over | TexCoyote1 | NonConsent/Reluctance | 2004-11-08 | 2004-11-08 | 2022-01-01 15:44:44 | 1 | literotica.com | https://www.literotica.com/s/working-mary-over | Reluctant Mary's fantasy is fulfilled. | ['Bible Belt', 'Double Standard', 'Hair Pull', 'Human Resources', 'Months Found', 'Mouth Sucking', 'Move Mouth', 'Office Hall', "She'D Read", 'Staring Eyes'] | 4.38 | When I first met Mary I did not give her much thought. We were introduced just as I started my new job. I'd just been hired as the network administrator for a midsized business and her office was just across the hall from mine. She was the firms' accountant.
I could be cruel and say she looked the part, but there wasn't that much there. Mary stood 5' 5"and looked to be in her early 30's. She wore her blonde hair long, but simply curling on her back. She had a slightly plump build. I noticed her chest and what I could see of her legs from her conservative- length skirt. I barely thought 'nice legs' while being introduced. But Mary smiled and said 'hi' before I was taken around and introduced to the various staff members.
To say this was a conservative company was putting it mildly. I was handed a copy of the corporate values and #1 was "Honoring Jesus in all that we do." That took me back a bit, but I wasn't going to argue, needing the job after having been laid off for three months.
I soon found out, that like most Bible Belt places, there's a bit of hypocrisy. (After all, honoring Jesus wasn't going to get in the way of making a buck.) And like the Bible belt mentality, there was a double standard when in it came to sex. You know the towns with a church on every corner and a strip joint across the street? I was expected to enforce decency standards on the internet. Never mind, far more time was lost allowing management to check their stock portfolios, than to others surfing porn sites. Because of the nature of our business we couldn't use an internet filtering program, such as Net Nanny. Instead, I was supposed to routinely monitor the activity logs and report anyone surfing "indecent sites".
I quickly learned, as usual, there was a double standard in enforcing this rule. Employees could be fired but executives got a good deal less punishment. I saw how this could be turned to my advantage. For instance, when I found that the Human Resources manager had cruised some gay sites, I confronted him privately rather than logging it. I soon found that I got the assistant I needed and a bonus in my paycheck.
Mary's office was just down the hall from mine. I'd see her occasionally passing by. I learned a little about her; that she was married to a minister for 15 years and had a couple of kids. As befitting a preacher's wife, she dressed conservatively and professionally, wearing skirts that came mid-calf and loose blouses that hid her ample chest. She was polite and correct and conscientious at her job, but every now and then she'd say something that would give a hint to a buried fire of passion.
After a quiet few months, I found something in my check of the internet logs. Someone was surfing a website called "Literotica" and had been, for a few weeks. I quickly traced the activity to a computer and looked up to see to whom it was assigned. That's when I got a bit of a surprise. It was Mary's computer. I hadn't expected that one of the women in this office, let alone her, would be downloading porn.
I looked at the stories she'd read. Most of them were quite dark, dealing with bondage and pain and women being degraded in various ways. Mary's got quite a fantasy life; I thought to myself, I can't imagine that her preacher husband is into this. And I doubted that this conservative community had much of a BDSM scene.
I began to watch Mary, setting an alert on the computer to notify me when she accessed the Literotica website. She had a set pattern. She'd read stories for a while, then she'd make a trip to the ladies room. She'd return a few minutes later, and if one looked closely, you could see how flushed she was. Clearly Mary was getting relieving herself. Outwardly she may have appeared all business, but sin was her obsession.
I confront her one afternoon catching her as she leaves her office on the way to the restroom. Mary doesn't suspect that I know what she's been doing
"Mary, can I speak to you about a matter?" I ask
She hesitates and asks, "Ummm, can it wait?"
I can see she's perplexed, surprised I'd have a work issue to raise with her (Little does she know.)
"No, we better deal with it now."
I take her by the arm and physically escort her into my office and lock the door.
Mary sits down next to the desk as I begin to describe to her what I found.
She turns an ashen color, embarrassed and stricken with fear having been found out.
"I don't want to report this to Human resources, the last time I did they fired the person." I tell her.
I stand before her at the desk.
Tears are forming in her eyes as she looks at me. She clearly believes she will be ruined. She may lose her job, her reputation in the community will be trashed, and maybe even her husband will lose his position; all because she gave in to those dark desires of hers.
Ok, I think now it is time to soften the blow I place my hands on her shoulders and ask, "Are things all right at home?"
She looks at me questioningly.
"How are things with your husband; can he satisfy you in bed?"
She barely whispers, "No."
"He doesn't understand your needs does he?"
"No..."
"You have these dark thoughts, from deep inside."
"Yes." she admits.
"You've never been able to tell him have you?"
"He wouldn't understand. He needs me to be a good Christian wife. If I told him that he'd think I was a slut."
I grin. "Perhaps you are."
She gasps, taken back. "No I've never done anything like that! I'm a married woman."
"You've always been the good girl, haven't you?"
"Yes."
"You haven't been very good here and now you'll have to pay for it."
I take her head by the hair and pull it back.
Staring into her eyes I say, "I bet you're excited by this conversation. I bet if we checked your panties we'd find them wet."
Her eyes widen in shock. "No" she murmurs.
"You'll let me see. Take them off now!"
I can see she's horrified. But she thinks that if she doesn't want to have me report her she will do what I say and maybe that will end it. She hunches up in her chair and reaches under her skirt.
Mary lowers her panties. Deeply blushing, she takes them off and sheepishly hands them to me. She looks away. I inspect them, a simple white nylon pair. Sure enough there's a little tell tale sign of moisture.
I look back at Mary. She's frozen in her chair.
She sees by my smile I've found her out. She can't hide the truth any longer.
Her lips plead, but she doesn't say anything.
I quickly grab her head, holding her hair tight, and pull back to expose her neck. I bring my mouth down on her neck, tasting the salt and perfume on her skin.
She gasps and tries to move away from my probing lips and teeth but I've got her against the chair. I reach up and take her breast through her blouse, cupping the mound, and massaging her nipple.
A low moan emerges from her throat. Her hands come up to my chest but she can't quite bring herself to push me away.
"Please," she pleads.
She wants me to stop but lacks the will to say more.
Staring into her eyes I open her blouse and bra, exposing her to my gaze. Her nipples are erect. Her body is clearly betraying her. I tweak them lightly provoking a gasp from Mary. Then I move my mouth to one, sucking it, flicking my tongue over it.
She moans even louder and pleads, "Oh god."
To keep her quiet I move my mouth back to hers. I bring her tight against my chest crushing her tits. My tongue probes her open mouth, sucking her tongue into mine. I see the fear and desire in her eyes. Breaking the kiss I laugh.
"I do believe you are a slut and a sexy one too."
"Please, Please don't tell anyone. Help me."
Tears start to appear in her eyes.
"Oh I'll help you. And you'll like it won't you?"
I turn her around and push her face down on my desk. She whimpers but hardly protests. Her breasts are crushed on the desktop.
I lean over her and whisper harshly in her ear. "This is the way you deserve it, isn't it?."
She doesn't respond.
Hiking up her skirt I expose her ass and pussy. Running my hand over her ass cheeks, I smack it a few times. Each time Mary whimpers.
"This is what you deserve," I tell her. "Now spread your legs like a good slut."
She barely moves them.
I grab them and pull them apart and then thrust my hand between her thighs. My fingers spread her pussy lips. She's drenched and creams as my fingers push into her.
Low throated moans emerge from her.
She pleads, "oh god."
I take my cock out of my pants and rub it against her ass cheeks.
She flinches at the touch but her hips move back, seeking my cock.
"I'm going to do you the way a slut should be done."
"Oh god no!" she whimpers.
I run my cock along the outside of her pussy lips, getting her juices on it.. Then I grab her hips and push into her.
She groans as I fill her. As I push deeper her moans turn to a scream.
I've got enough sense to cover her mouth. I take her panties and muffle her with them. Then I start to pound her pussy.
She grips the desk as I begin to pound her. Her ass cheeks jiggle with each stroke. Deeper and deeper I slide in until each time I can feel my cock hitting bottom. My balls are bouncing against her. I grab her long hair and pull her head back.
I hiss in her ear, "This is the way you should be fucked. Now take it!"
She begins to moan uncontrollably. Her pussy spasms, clutching my cock as she orgasms.
That's too much for me. I explode inside her, filling her completely before my juices run out and down her legs.
Spent, I collapse against Mary's back. I hold her in my arms and lick the sweat off her neck.
She murmurs and sighs, then starts to cry, finally quieting after a few minutes.
"I can't believe what happened," she says. "I've never come like that before."
"Now isn't that better than relieving yourself in the bathroom?" I ask her.
She blushes, and nods her head yes. "You knew?"
I grin and help her off the desk. Her clothes are a mess. She does look like a true slut. She straightens her clothes as best she can.
As Mary turns to leave I give her a last deep kiss and tell her, "That will be all... for now." |
19,403 | A Working Mother | sweden321 | NonConsent/Reluctance | 2015-07-19 | 2015-07-19 | 2022-01-01 04:05:40 | 1 | literotica.com | https://www.literotica.com/s/a-working-mother | A boss forces a mother to ballbust and humiliate her son. | ['Ballbusting', 'Cbt', 'Cfnm', 'Femdom', 'Humiliation', 'Mother', 'Older Woman', 'Piss Drinking', 'Son', 'Watersports'] | 4.02 | Three people are gathered in the large office. The office belongs to the young Nathalie Wood who is seated behind her big oak desk. The 23 year old woman is the daughter of the founder of the large company were she is currently managing the sales department - a department with 30 employees, all women. She is a short and stocky girl with long blonde hair on her large round head. She has a slight under bite and is wearing too much make up. Few would call her beautiful, but many would agree that she is cute. She is wearing a short blue skirt together with a tight light blue top that is filled by her large breasts and as she is sitting in her chair a few rolls of fat are visible on her belly.
In front of the desk stands an older woman. The woman is Jessica Stone a single mother of two. If you look closely you can see that she must've been very beautiful at a young age, but at 45 age has taken a toll on her. She is 180 cm tall and weighing 100 kg she is quite plump with two very large breasts. She has long and wavy brown hair and two big brown eyes.
Standing next to Jessica is her son Jim, he is 18 years old but looks younger. He has brown hair like his mother and a beautiful boyish face, perhaps better described as cute rather than handsome.
"Thanks guys for coming," Nathalie breaks the silence. "Jessica, I've been getting so much mail about you from the finance department recently, they say your numbers are really bad and they want me to fire you."
"Miss Wood, please I beg you!"
"Hold on, let me finish. Dana told me your daughter is really sick or something, is that true?"
"Y-yes that is true. Thank you for your concern." Jessica says with her eyes tearing up at the mention of her daughter Sarah.
"Oh my god, that's so sad! And then you have this loser son too."
"Ma'am, I'm just about to graduate from high scho-"
"Shut up," Nathalie interrupts. "I asked you to bring him because I have a really great idea. I've come up with a plan for you to keep your job and also make some money. Smart, huh?
"Yes! Thank you Miss Wood!"
"Awesome! This is going to be so fun! I just want you two to do some small tasks for me. If you don't want to do them then you can just leave, but then I'll have to fire you. Okay, first take off your clothes Jim."
"Errr... What? I-in front of my mother? Could she leave the room first?"
"No! Do it or you can both leave the room."
"Please," Jessica pleads, "is this really necessary Miss Wood?"
Nathalie glares at her in response.
"Jim," Jessica says, "it's nothing I haven't seen before. Please, just do it for Sarah."
Red in the face from embarrassment Jim hesitantly begins to undress. Starting with his shirt reveals a muscular upper body. Continuing on he removes shoes, socks and pants. Standing awkwardly in his underpants he hesitates. "The-these too?" he stammers, unable to look at the young woman.
"Yes, stop stalling and do it."
He takes a deep breath and starts to remove his underwear. As soon as they are removed he quickly covers his privates with his hands.
"So modest. Stop trying to cover up and come over here."
The boy feels like he will die of shame but does as she says. Nathalie grabs his cock with one hand and his balls with the other.
"Wow, what a big cock! Jessica look at it!"
Jessica who has been staring at the floor this whole time is forced to look her son's genitals. He does indeed have a big and fat cock, his balls are very big as well.
"Aren't your proud of your son's big fat cock mom? Even his testicles are huge!"
"Y-yes." Jessica stammers, feeling very uneasy.
Nathalie slowly strokes Jim's cock. Despite of the humiliation it starts to respond, after a couple strokes it is fully erect at 20 cm, Nathalie can feel it pulsing in her hand.
"Holy shit, what a beast! Go over to you mom and show her."
"N-no, I don't need to see it."
"Well, I want you to look at it. Now go!" Nathalie orders Jim and slaps his ass to get her point across.
The boy yelps and reluctantly walks over to his mother, his erect penis bobbing in the air as he walks toward her. His face is completely beet red and he is staring at his feet wishing he could sink down through the floor. As he stands next to his mother his erection has dwindled a bit and he is now only semi erect, with his member jutting out 90 degrees from his body.
"Grab ahold of your son's big fat cock Jessica."
"What? You're sick!"
"Oh? You'd rather let your daughter die than touch your son's penis? Fine with me, close the door after you."
"Wait... I'll do it... I'll do it."
Jessica reaches down and grabs her son's penis in her hand. Both embarrassed by the situation, mother and son are refusing to look at each other. His member is completely flaccid at this point.
"Stroke it a bit," Nathalie demands.
Jessica starts stroking her son. It takes a bit longer this time, but after a minute of stroking it is fully erect once again.
"Jim!" Jessica exclaims in disgust.
"I-I can't help it," Jim moans.
"You're so fucking sick boy, getting a hard-on from your own mother. Why don't you slap his cock instead. Teach your son some manners!"
Jessica hesitates for a few seconds and then gives him a light tap on the shaft.
"No, no, no. Slap it hard, on the head of his cock."
Jessica looks at her son for approval, but he has shut his eyes closed. She raises her hand high in the air and brings it swooshing down towards his cock. As her hand reaches his penis only the fingertips connects with his cockhead and a loud slap echoes through the room, his cock bobbing up and down and quickly deflating. Jim bites his lip not to scream.
Shocked by the power of her strike she embraces her son.
"I'm sorry Jim! I don't know my own strength. Does it hurt honey?"
"I'm fine," Jim grunts while rubbing his tender cock.
"How adorable," Nathalie says sarcastically, "but we've only started. Now I want you to grab his balls with one hand and punch him as hard as you can with the other."
"What!? No, I can't do that!"
"I will pay you $500 if you do it and I will let you keep your job. But you better punch hard, you will have to continue until I think it's hard enough."
"Oh god, why are you doing this to us?"
"Mom, it's ok."
"B-but, won't it hurt?"
"I think so, but let's just get this over with."
Encouraged by her son's words, Jessica grabs his balls with her left hand, exposing his two large orbs through her fist. She raises her right arm in the air and hesitates, unsure of how hard to hit. She decides to use medium strength, hoping this will please the girl. She quickly brings her fist down, hitting them perfectly with her knuckles. The trapped testicles are painfully crushed between her left fist and her knuckles and Jim lets out a cry and drops to the floor and curling up into a ball. At the sight of his pain the mother falls to her knees to comfort her son.
"Are you okay? I'm so sorry honey," she exclaims while petting his hair. Jim feels sick to his stomach and can only grunt in response.
"That was too soft!" Nathalie says annoyed, "I said as hard as you can. We will continue until you get it right."
"W-what? No, please! Can't you see how much pain he's in? I couldn't do it again."
Nathalie stays silent with an annoyed look on her face.
"Jim, honey. Do you think you can do it again? Please, I'm sure it will be over soon."
Jim coughs, "Hnnng.... W-wait a second," panting and trying to gather strength for a second punch. He's shocked that it's even possible to punch harder than that, he had never felt pain like that before.
After a couple of minutes he raises up on trembling legs.
"I think I'm... Errm, ready."
Jessica grabs his balls once again, the pain of her touch causes Jim to flinch and groan in pain. His balls are still very sore, she can clearly see the red marks on the skin from where her knuckles connected. She hesitates when she sees his pained expression, but she draws a deep breath and pulls her arm back. She closes her eyes and exhales deeply, as she opens her eyes she brings down her fist as hard as she can. A loud thud fills the room as her fist strikes down on her son's balls. It is a very powerful strike and for a fraction of a second Jim's testicles are almost completely flattened between his mother's two hands. Jim stands frozen for a second or two before letting out a deafening scream as the pain reaches his brain and he falls to the floor, still howling. His mother is shocked by his reaction and falls to the ground, embracing her naked son in regret. They can both hear Nathalie laughing.
"Jim! Are you ok? I'm so sorry! Please talk to me Jim!" Jessica tries desperately to get a response from Jim, but all he can do is try to breathe through the pain that somehow is ten times worse than the first punch.
"That was awesome!" Nathalie exclaims excitedly from behind her desk. "Holy shit that looked like it hurt! See what you did to your own son Jessica?"
"You're horrible!" Jessica yells with hatred in her eyes. "Are you happy now? Come on Jim, we're leaving."
"You want to leave already?" Nathalie pouts her lip. "Okay, I will give you the $500 as promised, but I'll have to fire you."
"W-what? Why are you doing this to us?" Jessica asks with tears in her eyes. She takes a couple of deep breaths to relax. "Okay... You can do anything you want to me, but please leave my son alone."
"No." Nathalie reaches over to the intercom and presses a button. "Rebecca could you come in here please."
In through the door walks a beautiful woman in her early twenties. She has long curly brown hair and is wearing a tight blouse and a very short skirt, under the skirt she is wearing black pantyhose. She is looking interested with her bright blue eyes at the young man that is curled up naked on the floor.
"Good. Come sit here on my desk Rebecca and face the boy on the floor."
Jim has calmed down slightly, but can feel his testicles throbbing painfully every time blood pulses through. He looks up at the beautiful woman as she walks past him, smelling her perfume. She lifts herself up on the desk and spreads her legs. Jim can see that she isn't wearing any panties under her pantyhose. Despite the pain he can feel his penis tingling.
"Look who just woke up," Nathalie says mockingly. "I think you will love this next part and I promise there will be no pain involved. If you can manage to follow my instructions I will give you $2000. Go stick your face right in her crotch boy."
Jim hesitates at this command. He looks inquisitively at his mother who nods gravely. Still unsure he walks towards the beautiful woman. As he reaches her he once again looks to his mother for approval, but she is now looking in the opposite direction, wanting no part of this. He looks at Rebecca and she just smiles at him, she is the most beautiful woman Jim has ever seen. Slowly he crouches down and puts his face in between Rebecca's legs, he can feel her soft and warm thighs on his cheeks and he inhales her smell deeply. Rebecca moans and crosses her legs, trapping his head and forcing his face deep into her crotch.
"Come on, lick!" Rebecca says while caressing his hair. He doesn't need much encouragement and starts to eagerly lick her pussy through the pantyhose. His cock is rock hard and bobbing in the air.
Nathalie walks up to Jessica. She grabs her hair roughly. "Come on you slut, I need you to watch this." She says while pulling her by her hair toward the couple on the desk. Jessica yelps in pain and is forced to follow. They both crouch down by the boy, just a few centimeters from his erect member. They can both see the precum dripping from the cock.
"Jim, I want you to jerk that big cock of yours," Nathalie says to the boy. He is desperate for release and immediately starts jerking off.
"Look at the huge monster cock of your son," Nathalie says to Jessica, still gripping her hair tightly. "Look!" she commands as she pushes her to the front of the desk so that the big cock is pointing straight at her face.
Jim's ears are covered by Rebecca's thighs so he is completely unaware of his mother's predicament. He can feel a breath on his cock, but he is too focused on his own pleasure for him to pay any attention to it. Jessica on the other hand is disgusted, but Nathalie is making sure she is keeping her eyes open.
"Looks like he's getting close. Open your mouth, your son has a gift for you."
"Oh god. P-please no. Don't make me do this! This is so wrong."
"If you don't catch his juicy load in your cunt mouth you can kiss your job goodbye."
"No. Please. This isn't right..." she moans but opens her mouth wide.
Seconds later Jim shoots his load straight into the mouth of his mother. Tears of humiliation and disgust are streaming down her face, but she catches the entire load which fills up her mouth. The awful taste of her sons cum starts registering in her brain and just as she is about to spit it out Nathalie covers her mouth.
"Drink up," she orders.
Jessica has a panicked look on her face and shakes her head no, but Nathalie covers her nose with her hand, making it impossible for her to breathe and she is forced to swallow. Nathalie can feel the mother shudder in disgust as she forces the thick awful tasting cum down her throat.
"Good girl. How did your son's cum taste?"
"Oh god," she says desperately trying not to vomit, her mouth filling with saliva. "Oh god. Could I get something to wash away the taste please?"
"Sure," Nathalie hands her a 2 liter pitcher of water. As Jessica reaches for it Nathalie pulls it back. "On one condition - you have to finish the entire thing."
"Yes yes, I promise. Please just give it to me."
Jessica starts chugging the pitcher down. Meanwhile her son has recovered from his orgasm and tries to pull away, but Rebecca has his head locked with her legs.
"Not yet little man. We're not done yet," Rebecca says.
His mouth is still wide open covering her pussy and all of a sudden he can feel his mouth quickly filling with a hot liquid. Unprepared for the horrible taste of the urine he starts choking, how could this beautiful girl produce something tasting this foul he wonders. Rebecca squeezes her legs even tighter so that he is unable to breathe and he is forced to swallow down the awful tasting piss that is continuously shooting into his mouth. This continues for several minutes, once in a while she spreads her legs slightly so that he is allowed a short breath of air. But she keeps her scissor hold of his head until she has completely emptied her bladder.
"Ha-ha, did you have an accident Rebecca?" Nathalie laughs.
"Yes, but luckily this boy was here to clean it up."
"Looks like he did a bad job though," Nathalie says pointing at the pool of pee that is trapped between Rebecca's legs. "Why don't you finish the job," she starts saying as she grabs Jim's balls from behind. "BOY," she finishes as she starts squeezing his sensitive testicles.
"Owww, yes I will! Please stop!" the boy pleads in pain as he hurriedly dives back in between Rebecca's thighs and starts sucking the pee from the desk.
The disgusting slurping sounds grabs Jessica's attention who is feeling very bloated after just finishing two liters of water and who hasn't been paying attention to what has been going on.
"W-what are you doing? Stop, you're hurting him!"
"This is part of the $2000 deal we had."
"But, you said there was no pain involved!"
"Alright, alright," Nathalie says as she drops his balls. "He's almost finished anyway. Now suck her wet pantyhose clean."
Thankful for having his balls released Jim does as told and starts sucking the remaining pee out of Rebecca's pantyhose. The bitter, salty taste is impossible to get used to and he has to constantly fight the urge to throw up all over Rebecca's crotch.
"Suck it clean from what? What are you doing to him?" Jessica demands to know.
"Your son has been drinking my beautiful assistants piss like a good boy."
"You are sick! How can you treat people like this!?" Jessica yells at her boss, sobbing with tears in her eyes.
"Relax, he did so well I will throw in another $1000 for a job well done. Aren't you happy?"
"Y-yes," Jessica remembers they are doing all these horrible things for her daughter and relaxes. "I apologize for my temper, thank you Miss Wood."
"You're welcome," Nathalie says and turns her attention to the couple at the desk. "I think you are finished cleaning her. Thank you Rebecca, you may leave."
"Thanks Nat, that was fun! Maybe I'll see you later," she says and winks at Jim.
Jim is very confused at his emotions. Although he can still feel the foul taste of her piss in his mouth, he cannot forget the scent of her perfume and the taste of her vagina. "M-maybe," he stammers.
"Stop flirting with my employees. If I were you I'd worry about what's coming up next instead. Jessica, I will pay you $1000 for every kick to your son's testicles. But they must be hard, one thousand dollars hard."
"That's... that's very generous Miss Wood. Jim... honey, do you think you can handle more? For Sarah?"
"Huh? Yeah sure," Jim responds absentmindedly still thinking about Rebecca. The furthest he has gotten with his current girlfriend Amanda is hand holding and the occasional hug. Although there is no doubt in his mind that Amanda is the woman he wants to spend the rest of his life with, the feelings for Rebecca is something else - animalistic feelings for a real woman.
"Jim, stand in front of mommy. I want you to look each other in the eyes when she does it."
Jim is still only half-paying attention and stands in front of his mother. As he looks at her he can tell something is wrong from her pained expression and the tears streaming down her face.
"Wait, what's going o-" Jim is interrupted by a powerful kick that hits him square in the testicles, flattening them painfully into his pelvic bone.
This kick made the previous punch feel like a playful tickle. The wind is knocked out of him and he falls to the floor on his knees and elbows, gasping for air. Like in a fever millions of simultaneous thoughts rushes through his head. "How can God allow pain like this to exist?" he ponders. "There is no God, there is no Heaven. Only Hell, life is Hell."
Both women are watching Jim as he's on the floor mumbling, still resting on his elbows and knees with his ass high in the air.
"Do another," Nathalie encourages the mother. "He is completely exposed, it's another easy $1000. It's only a second, how bad could it be? Remember your poor daughter fighting in the hospital, what's a second of pain compared to her struggle?"
Jessica is frozen watching her catatonic son. Her mother instincts are fighting each other. Finally her love for her youngest wins over her love for her adult son. She steps behind Jim and measures up another kick.
"I'm sorry Jim," she cries. "I-I have to. For Sarah... Please forgive me God."
She delivers another brutal kick to her son's balls, as hard - or maybe even harder - than the previous kick. The force lifts Jim several centimeters in the air. As he lands he is still frozen in the position on all fours.
"See, that wasn't too bad," Nathalie lies. "Quick, do another for an easy thousand bucks."
Jessica delivers another brutal strike to Jim's testicles which once again lifts him several centimeters off the floor. This time he lands flat on his stomach.
Jessica rushes to her son's side. She can see that his eyes are closed and drool is pouring out of his mouth. "Jim? Jim, are you ok Jim?" She tries to shake him awake but he is not responding.
"Oh, you didn't know? He fainted after the first kick. You kicked your son so hard in his nuts that he fainted from the pain!"
"What? You knew!? Why did you ask me to keep going? You... you bitch!"
"I only had your daughters best in mind. Testicles are very durable, trust me."
"Yes, I suppose you are right. But he looked so scared just as I was about to kick him the first time."
"I know. Let's sit down in my sofa and you can tell me all about your daughter as Jim gets his rest."
Nathalie patiently listens to the tearful mothers' story about her poor daughter, while occasionally glancing over to the naked boy lying passed out on the floor.
After 20 minutes they can hear Jim groaning on the floor as he wakes up.
"How are you feeling boy?" Nathalie asks.
"Honey, are you okay?" the concerned mother asks.
"Oww, it really hurts," he groans as he holds his balls. "I-I really have to use the bathroom."
"Of course you do," Nathalie laughs, "you drank all that piss."
Jim shudders at the reminder. Nathalie studies Jim while pondering something.
"Alright," Nathalie says as she walks to her desk. She rummages through her drawers until finally lifting up a pair of handcuffs. "These will do. We have a lot of sensitive information in this office, I can't have an unauthorized person just wandering through the halls and rummage through our secret documents."
Nathalie forces Jim's hands behind his back and locks them in place, she sits back down in the sofa next to Jessica.
"Before you leave Jim, I think you should let your mother see that your testicles aren't permanently damaged."
"Y-yes," stammers Jessica. "Please let me see Jim."
Jessica takes his balls in her hands and feels the shape of his testicles. Jim flinches at her touch, his balls are very sensitive from all the abuse they have received.
"I'm so sorry Jim, I never wanted this to happen. T-they are so swollen and a bit bruised, but the testicles are fine, I think."
His testicles have swollen to the size of two eggs and the skin of his scrotum is stretched tight over them, a large blue bruise has formed at the center of his sac where his mother's foot struck.
"Yes, he's fine. Now go pee pee," Nathalie says as she leads him out of her office and closing the door behind him, apparently not interested in letting him use the private bathroom connected to her office.
Jim is standing confused outside the office for a few seconds, before he realizes that he is naked and handcuffed standing in an open office plan, he can see at least 15 women working at their desks.
"Hi Jim."
Jim turns his head to see the beautiful assistant Rebecca sitting at her desk right next to him. His face turns beet-red.
"H-hi," he stammers. He leans in close and whispers: "Uhm, I-I have to use the bathroom."
"Mhm," she says while staring at his swollen balls. "JENNY!" she yells across the office. 15 women turn their heads. A young cute woman walks over to them, she is eyeing the naked Jim up and down.
"Jenny," Rebecca repeats, softer this time. "Do you know if there is a men's room or unisex bathroom on this floor? The boy here has to pee-pee."
"Oh dear," Jenny says concerned, she places a hand on Jim's shoulder. "You have to pee-pee? Hmm, I think there is a unisex bathroom connected to meeting room A348. You just have to walk out through the door here take a right after room A307..."
Jim listens absentmindedly to her long instruction, he is distracted by Rebecca who has pushed her chair away from her desk. She has removed her soiled pantyhose and is rubbing her naked pussy for Jim to see. His cock quickly stiffens.
"You got that?" Jenny asks.
"W-what?" Jim responds, confused.
"Great, I will let you out."
Jenny leads the confused boy by the arm through the office, the women are all staring at him as he passes.
"What a horny boy," one older woman says. "Walking around with his hard cock."
All the women laugh. Jim closes his eyes hard, trying to ignore the situation. But it proves difficult as Jenny has chosen a shortcut passing through all the cubicles instead of going the long way around them. The women pinch and slap him on his butt as he passes them, while shouting obscenities at him. Finally they reach a door, Jenny presses a button to unlock it and pushes Jim through the door.
"Now remember what I said, meeting room A3..." she cuts off as the door shuts closed and locks in front of her.
Jim is standing naked, locked out of the office with his hands cuffed behind his back unable to cover his nakedness and with no idea where to go. Tears starts to well up in his eyes and he kicks the door, desperate to get back, but it stays closed. He tries to remember the directions, "First turn right after room A30-something..." He looks at the sign next to a nearby office, "B605". He starts to wander aimlessly down the long winding hallways, hoping not to be seen. He's forced to walk at a slow pace to avoid his swollen balls painfully slapping against his legs.
After a couple of minutes of wandering he is even more lost than before, not even sure how to get back to the starting point. Suddenly he hears a squeaking sound behind him. He turns to look and sees a cleaning lady pushing a cart of cleaning supplies. She's a dumpy middle aged woman. "She doesn't look nice." Jim thinks. She has a grin on her face, staring interested at the naked Jim. She stops her cart when she's right next to him. She doesn't say a word, just silently staring at his naked body.
"Uhmm..." Jim says, very uncomfortable by her stares.
"Are you lost, naked boy?"
"Y-yes... I'm looking for a meeting room. C-could you please help me ma-am?"
"There are many meeting rooms here, you'll have to be more specific."
"There's... uhmm. There's a men's room connected to it."
"Oh, do you have to pee pee?" the woman laughs. "I don't think I know that one, we can ask my colleagues, they might know."
The woman starts moving at a high pace down the hallway. Jim struggles to follow her, but his bruised testicles bouncing against his thighs causes him to stop several times to recover from the pain. The woman looks behind her and sees him lagging behind.
"Hurry up, I don't have all day."
She watches him struggle to catch up, his dick and balls flopping around.
"Please ma'am, not so fast. It hurts."
She sighs with an annoyed look on her face. "Do you want my help or not?" She asks as she rummages through her cart. She pulls out a rope that she ties to her cart. Then she moves towards Jim.
"Ma'am, no please I'll keep up. I promise!" Jim pleads as she ties the other end of the rope to his balls.
"You better!" she grins as she starts moving again.
Jim tries his best to keep up with the woman's pace, but if he leaves too much slack his balls starts bouncing against his thighs again and if the slack is too short his balls are stretched painfully by the cart. He decides the pain from his balls hitting his thighs is preferable and he keeps close to the woman.
She stops in front of a door. "Here it is," she says. Jim stops to look at the door. Suddenly he feels an extremely painful yank on his balls and he falls to the floor crying in pain. As the woman stopped she just let the heavy cart keep going at high speed.
"Just kidding," the woman laughs, "we have a bit to go still."
Jim is left no time to recover from the intense pain as the woman starts walking again and he scrambles to his feet to keep up. After a while they reach another door.
"Here it is," she says, once again letting go of the cart at high speed.
This time Jim is ready for it, but there is not much he can do except follow the cart trailing down the corridors. He tries to brake the cart by pulling with his balls but the pain in his balls is too intense and he is forced to run along the cart until it stops on its own, 30 meters further down the corridor.
"Where are you going?" the woman shouts down the hallway, "didn't you want directions?"
Jim is forced to pull the cart by his balls back the 30 meters to the laughing woman. Another woman has popped her head out from the door and is watching amused as the wincing boy struggles to reach them. The new woman is slightly older with blonde greying hair and a leathery sunburnt face. She cackles laughing with her hoarse smoker's voice, with the occasional cough, as the other woman tells her about their adventures. Jim is relieved to find out that the woman knows where the office is and even more relieved when the rope is untied from the cart. But his hopes are dashed when they leave his balls tied up.
"I was in the middle of my break, why don't you join me while I finish my coffee?"
Jim's pleads are interrupted by a painful yank on the rope as the two women lead him in to the room by the rope like a dog on a leash. He is led into a very small room, the walls stocked with cleaning supplies. Against one wall there's a table with a coffee machine and next to it a small sofa. Jim is pushed into the middle of the sofa and the two ladies squeeze down on either side of him. They are squeezed tight and Jim can smell their breaths reeking of tobacco and coffee. He is unable to stop their hands as they molest his body. They laugh at his screams when they pinch his nipples with their sharp nails. Their hands travel down to his crotch and they start rub his penis, trying to get it erect. When they notice he doesn't respond to their touch they turn to torturing him instead. They drag their long fingernails along his shaft and pinch his cock and balls, eventually replaced by squeezing and slapping. The women cackle as they watch him squirm and wince from the pain.
After maybe ten minutes they tire of this and the blonde sunburnt woman grabs the rope close to Jim's balls and wraps it around her hand.
"You want to go pee pee now?" she mocks and yank the rope which causes him to shoot out of the sofa howling in pain.
Jim struggles to keep up with the woman's high pace, his balls painfully stretched by the woman. She is constantly yanking the rope to make him hurry up, making him yelp from the pain. She stops by a door, Jim reads the sign next to it: "A348". He tries to protest as he watches her tie the rope to the door handle, but she just laughs. She pounds loudly on the door with her fist.
"Good luck!" she cackles as she hurriedly walks away.
"Who is it?" an annoyed voice asks on the other side of the door.
Jim isn't sure how do respond and just steels himself for the pain to come as he watches the door handle.
The woman inside is very annoyed at the interruption and walks to the door. She yanks the door open with great force.
"This room is booked all da-" she starts to say, "oh dear!" She watches in surprise as a screaming naked young man is flung into the room, his hands cuffed behind his back.
Jim is in a daze for a minute, unable to focus on anything but the searing pain in his balls. When he is finally able to regain his focus he looks at the woman who answered the door. She is an attractive black woman in her mid- thirties, dressed in a smart business suit. She is busy trying to untie the knot from the door handle. He looks around the room and he can see a complicated looking diagram projected on a wall, in the middle is a large table and Jim is mortified to see ten women seated at the table all looking interested at his naked body. His face turns bright red.
"Now how can we help you young man?" the woman untying the knot asks him.
His bladder is almost at the point of bursting. "Uhm, I need t-to pee, ma'am."
"You need to pee?" the woman says loudly, the women at the table giggle. "Well you're in luck - the only men's room in the floor is located in this room. This is the room we use whenever we have male costumers for meetings."
She finally manages to untie the knot from the door handle and grabs him by the shoulder and leads him to a door inside the room. Behind the door is a large and sparsely decorated bathroom, against the back wall stands a single urinal and next to it a sink. The women pool into the bathroom to watch the spectacle.
"I will help you," a young beautiful redhead woman offers.
She puts her arm around his waist and leads him to the urinal. Her other arm reaches down and she grabs his cock in a soft grip. Jim can feel her big chest pressing against his side, she smells really good. She points his penis towards the urinal.
"Ok, you can pee pee now," she teases while softly moving her thumb in a circle over his sensitive cock head. His cock quickly stiffens at her touch.
"He can't pee like that!" an older woman laughs. "He will spray the whole bathroom with his pee."
"Maybe I can help this erection go away," the woman handling his penis purrs into his ear.
She sucks on his earlobe while she slowly and softly moves her hand up and down over the entire length of his penis. After not long precum starts dripping out of his cock. He can feel his balls tightening and is right on the edge of orgasm, when...
"JIM!" his mother comes rushing into the bathroom. The young woman drops his penis and backs away from him. "Are you alright? I've been looking all over for you! Come, let's go back."
"I-I still have to pee," Jim whispers to her, red in the face.
"Oh," she says embarrassed. She looks down at his erect cock pointing in the air, glistening with precum. She looks to the girl who was just jerking him off.
"M-maybe it's better if you do it," the mother pleads.
"Gross! I don't want to touch that disgusting thing," the girl responds.
Jessica looks to the other women in the bathroom and they all have the same disgusted look on their faces. She hesitantly grabs his penis with the tip of her thumb and index finger. She tries to bend the penis towards the urinal, but Jim's grunts of pain forces her to stop.
"You have to jerk him off to make it go soft," an older woman says.
"I-I can't do that!" Jessica says shocked. She looks desperately to the women for help, but to no avail. Suddenly she remembers something.
"I'm sorry Jim," she says. "This is the only way." Jessica reaches down to his swollen nuts and squeezes them hard.
"Mom, please no! Aaaaaarghh!"
Jim screams in pain but his screams are drowned down by the sound of women's laughter. But the pain did the trick and he is quickly flaccid again. Jessica grabs her son's penis softly with her thumb and index finger and points it towards the urinal. It takes him a couple of minutes before he can go due to all the laughing and taunts from the audience. Finally he is able to release his bladder into the urinal, after about 30 seconds he is finished.
"You have to shake them when they're done," a woman advices. Jessica follows the instruction and gives his penis a shake. The women all applaud.
"What a nice mommy you have," the beautiful young redhead says mockingly, "helping you pee pee."
Jessica grabs Jim's arm and hurriedly leads him back towards Nathalie's office. But they only get a few meters out of the conference room before Jim falls screaming to the ground. Jessica is horrified to see that the rope trailing behind Jim got stuck on the conference room door as it closed behind them. She tries desperately to untie the tight knot around his balls, but all the hard yanks he has been forced to endure has made the knot very tight.
It is lunch time and the corridors are getting more crowded now, Jim's screams has attracted the attention of quite a few women who are watching interested as the mother struggles to untie the knot from her son's balls. Jessica soon gives up on the knot, she is almost as embarrassed as Jim at her colleagues watching. Some them she's been working with for more than 10 years. She picks up the rope and helps Jim to his feet and they start to jog down the long hallways, with Jim's dick and balls flopping in the air.
As they are jogging down the hallways Jessica sees a familiar face, she stops dead in her tracks trying desperately to find an escape route. But it's too late; the woman has already seen them and is quickly walking towards them.
"Jessica!" she says while looking Jim up and down. "Wow, who is this piece of meat? How did you find this boy toy?" She sounds very impressed.
The woman is Dana, she is the same age as Jessica and her closest friend at work.
"No, Dana... It's... It's not like that." Jessica stutters, beet red in her face.
"Come one, don't be like that! We've known each other for a long time. Let me look a bit closer."
Dana crouches down right by Jim's crotch. Jim, who doesn't like where this is going, backs away from the woman, but Dana quickly grabs the rope and pulls him back in.
"This is so practical Jessica!"
"Mom, can we leave please?" Jim grunts.
"You have him call you mom?" Dana laughs. "I didn't know you were this kinky!"
Jessica is too embarrassed to admit the truth and stays silent. Dana has grabbed Jim's cock and is stroking it.
"Fuck, this is a big one! I just can't resist having a taste." Dana says and fills her mouth with his cock. She is very good with her tongue and Jim can't avoid getting fully erect.
"Holy shit what a monster! I bet you have all kinds of fun with this thing. Come on, share some details! Why are you so quiet?"
Sensing Dana's suspicion Jessica feels forced to play along: "Yes... It's a nice big cock. I- I love to suck on it."
"Mom!" Jim exclaims, shocked by his gentle mothers words.
"Fuck, I bet his cum tastes great too." Dana says while stroking the erect penis, a bit a precum has started leaking out and she hungrily laps it up. Jessica shudders at the memory of eating his cum earlier.
"It tastes incredible," Jessica lies, "I usually drink it three or four time a day."
"Mom! Please, can we leave?"
"Alright you can drop the act," Dana says, "I'm not into this incest stuff."
"No, I'm really her so- ooooof!" Jim is interrupted by a hard slap to the testicles from Jessica.
"That's enough out of you, just keep quiet." Jessica reprimands him.
"Wow!" Dana exclaims. "That was so hot! Can I try too?"
"No, I..." Jessica stammers, immediately regretting her action. "I-I only do it when he's been bad."
"Come on, remember all the times I've covered for you while you were at the hospital?" Dana says while studying Jim's testicles closely. "Shit, look at them! They are covered in scratches and bruises. And you won't let me punch him even once?"
"Well... Okay... But only once."
"Alright!" Dana says while pulling her arm back for a punch, she looks at Jim's penis and stops. "No, wait. I really have to taste this cum you've been talking about. Will you let me Jessica? I promise to cover for you whenever you ask."
"Yes... Fine." Relieved she has been able to spare her son's balls, she accepts her friend's request.
Dana doesn't hesitate and swallows Jim's cock once more, Jessica is both disgusted and impressed as Dana manages to fit almost the whole length of the big cock down her throat. Dana has her left hand down her pants stimulating herself while giving Jim his first blowjob. It doesn't take long before Jim feels close to coming, Dana can sense it and spits the huge cock out.
"Hurry Jessica," Dana moans while furiously masturbating, "shoot his load on my face!"
Jessica very reluctantly grabs her son's cock, it's completely covered in Dana's saliva. She can feel blood rapidly pumping through the veins of the member. Jim is so horny that he doesn't care how he reaches orgasm, desperate to get release he starts to hump his mother's fist. Jessica is disgusted by her son's behavior, but she wants to end this as soon as possible and she starts pumping while taking aim at Dana's face. Dana is breathing heavily with her mouth wide open and is also very close to orgasm. Jessica feels heavy pulses run through Jim's cock and watches as the white semen shoots into Dana's mouth. As soon as Dana can feel the hot cum on her tongue she releases a heavy punch into Jim's testicles. They both scream; Jim in pain and Dana as she reaches orgasm.
Jim is on the floor crying in pain, but is lifted to his feet by his mother's strong arms. She tries to pull him with her as starts to walks away, but Jim resists. He'd rather lie back down and recover from the pain, but he is rewarded with a hard yank on the rope and with a yelp he limps alongside his mother, leaving Dana still laying on the floor – panting and licking cum off her lips.
Mother and son again starts the trek back to Nathalie's office. Thankfully this time they manage without any more interruptions. Relieved to be back in the relative privacy of Nathalie's office they both relax. Nathalie uncuffs Jim, but when he reaches down to untie his balls Nathalie stops him.
"Leave it," she smiles, "I have a great idea how to use it." She goes to her desk and takes out two pieces of paper and pens, she hands them one of each. She walks over to a cupboard and opens it, it is filled with dumb-bells of varying sizes. "See these? I want you both to write down how much weight you think these testicles can carry, then I want you to write how long you think they should hang there. I will pay you $200 per kilo for each minute you can hold it, so 2 kilos for 3 minutes would be $1200. We will use whichever writes the most."
Nathalie watches them as they write down their answers, she grabs their notes as they finish.
"Let's see here... I'm guess this shaky handwriting is yours Jim. '0.5 kg for 2 minutes'? That's shit! Let's see if your mom has more faith in your balls... '10 kg for 10 minutes' wow Jessica! That's a lot!"
"I-is that much? I didn't know, let's just go what Jim wrote!" Jessica pleads as she realizes her mistake.
"Nope, it's all or nothing. But if he can do this you will get $20,000"
"Mom please," Jim begs, "I-I can't do that much. It hurts so much already. Please mom, I want to go home." His eyes are welling up with tears as he desperately pleads to his mother.
Jessica is also crying as she walks to the cupboard, picking out the weights. She can hear her son pleading with her, but she knows this amount of money could be the difference between life and death for her daughter. She brings the weights to Jim.
"Please Jim," she cries, "please don't make this harder for me than it already is. Be strong Jim, please I beg you. For you sister." Her hands are shaking as she ties the weights according to Nathalie's instructions.
Jim is sitting on the floor and the weights are tied close to his body to make sure they won't touch the ground when he stands. When she's finished Nathalie pulls the crying mother along with her and they sit down on chairs behind her desk, Jim is sitting on the floor right in front of them.
"Now stand," Nathalie demands.
"Please I can't!" Jim pleads.
"Jim, you have to. Please!" Jessica cries. She watches in horror as he tries to stand with legs shaking. She sees his balls stretch further than she thought was possible as the weights are lifted of the ground.
Jim's teeth are clenched and his eyes shut tight, a fiery unrelenting pain courses through his testicles. "Oh God- oh God- oh God-" he constantly repeats.
Jessica is devastated at the sight of her son's torture and the occasional sob slips out between her lips. Nathalie rubs her shoulder.
"Think of the money," she tries to comfort her, "it will all be worth it when your daughter is back on her feet. Imagine the three of you being able to laugh like a family again." The women watch the suffering in silence for a while.
"Say-" Nathalie breaks the silence. "Is Jim dating anyone?"
"Y-yes," Jessica sniffles, "he's seeing this lovely young Christian girl Susy, and they've known each other since they were five. He's actually planning to propose to her on Valentine's Day." Her mood brightens at the thought.
"How romantic!" Nathalie replies, she is holding Jim's phone in her hand. "Here, take a photo of him with this phone."
Jessica grabs the phone and hesitantly takes a photo of her agonized son, unsure of where this is going.
"Wow, that's a good one. I want a copy of that later! But first send that photo to the lovely young Susy. Write something like 'Like what u see ;-)'"
"W-what? No I couldn't! She would never understand, she's very conservative." Jessica hesitates. "B-but... how much... How much would you pay?"
Nathalie smiles. "Hm... Let's say $5000."
Jessica thinks. She loves Susy like a daughter, but Sarah is the most important person right now. Maybe she can explain it to her later, maybe she will understand.
"OK... ok. I will do it," with a loud sob she presses 'send'.
After not too long the phone vibrates, the message reads: "I HATE U JIM!!!!!!!! DIE!"
"Oh, what have I done!?" Jessica starts crying uncontrollably.
Meanwhile Jim is standing completely unaware of anything but the extreme pain in his testicles. His body is coated in sweat and every muscle is twitching.
"Not much longer now!" Nathalie encourages. She's looking at her watch. Suddenly it beeps. "You did it! Come on, why don't you lift the weights up to the desk."
Jim is like in a trance, his world is pain, but somehow he hears her and does as she says. The relief is like nothing he has ever felt, his balls are pulsating and each pulse feels like a gut punch but it's still a relief. He places his hands on the desk and leans, groaning in pain.
Nathalie leans in close to Jessica. "I will give you another $2000 if you kick the weights off the table right now," she whispers.
"No..." Jessica sobs, "I don't... I can't... please!"
Despite her words, she lifts her leg on the desk and gives the weights a push. Jim is still too absorbed by his pain to notice. But he notices when the 10 kg weights abruptly stop their descent with a powerful yank to his testicles. His eyes and mouth open wide and he makes a strange wheezing sound as he falls to the floor.
Jessica runs to his side and hugs her poor son, trying to apologize to him. But he has passed out from the pain. She holds her son in an embrace, rocking back and forth while begging for forgiveness.
10 minutes pass before he comes back to life. He angrily pushes his mother away.
"Mom..." he groans, "how could you do that to me!?"
He tries to raise to his feet and rush out the door, but the weights still tied to him yanks his balls painfully once again and he stumbles into a small coffee table as he tries to gain balance. On the table stands an old, expensive looking vase that is smashed into pieces on the floor.
"You fucking idiot!" Nathalie screams. "That was a $50,000 dollar vase! Your son has just negated all the hard work you have put in today Jessica. In fact you now owe me $16,500."
"Oh god," Jessica cries, "this can't be happening!"
Nathalie quickly regains her composure, she has a cruel smile on her face. "Relax, I think we can solve this if we just think."
"Please, anything!"
"First untie his balls, they're completely blue!"
Jessica hurriedly unties his balls. Jim screams in pain as blood starts flowing back into them.
"Jessica, quick, give him a kick to his balls."
Eager to please her, Jessica kicks him square in the nuts without thinking. Jim screams in agony.
"Good, that was for being an idiot. Put the handcuffs back on. We can't have him cause any more damage than he's already done."
Jim is in too much pain to be able to resist as his mother handcuffs his hands behind his back.
"So how do you think you should pay me for the vase?" Nathalie asks.
"Please, Miss Wood, I'll do anything. But can't we let him go? He's been through so much already, please!"
"No. Tell me how you will repay me. Or you will be out of a job and you will receive a bill for the vase."
"W-what do you mean?"
"I want you to tell me how you will torture your son. Enough to earn $16,500."
"Oh god," Jessica is bawling. "Please! I don't think I can handle much more!"
"Then leave."
"No! Please... wait." Jessica is covering her face in her hands and is crying uncontrollably. "I will... I will kick his testicles... 10 times."
"Mom, please!" Jim begs from the floor, "I want to go home! I can't do this anymore!"
"We've done that already, come up with something new. And cover his ears, I want it to be a fun surprise."
Jessica tries desperately to think of something while she covers Jim's ears with her hands, her tears drip down on his face as she stands over him. "He can..." she cuts off mid-sentence with her sobbing, "He can... drink my p-pee..." Jessica watches Nathalie's expression brighten.
"How will you make him do that?"
"I... I will hurt his testicles until he begs me to drink it."
"That's good! What more?"
"More? Oh god... He... he will do it out there, in front of all the girls." She nods to the door leading out of Nathalie's office.
"Yes!" Nathalie claps her hands excitedly, "he should make a cool entrance too!"
"Ok..." Jessica is somehow caught up by the excitement, "I will... I will tie the rope to this office chair... And he will drag me out by his balls!"
"YES! And what if he doesn't drink fast enough?"
Jessica looks around the office and spots a long metal ruler. "I will slap his balls with that ruler!"
"Deal," Nathalie shakes her hand and hands her the empty 2 liter pitcher, "fill 'er up! And be sure to do it right in front of him so he gets a good view."
Jessica places the pitcher on the floor just right in front of Jim and then removes her panties. He watches in horror as his mother lifts her skirt and crouches down. She has a thick hairy bush. When she starts spreading her pussy lips Jim starts to protest.
"W-what's going on?"
"You're going to drink mommies piss," Nathalie smiles cruelly.
"No. No, I c-can't do that." Jim stammers in response. He watches in despair as a thick yellow stream starts shooting from his mother's vagina. The thick, musky smell of her piss causes him to cough. The stream is seemingly endless and she quickly fills the entire pitcher to the brim. Jessica pushes the pitcher away and kneels close to her son.
"J-Jim, please... please..." She has tears in her eyes as she pleads to her son. "Please just say you will drink it." Jim just stares at her in horror.
"You have to beg to drink it!" Nathalie clarifies.
"Beg me to drink it. Please Jim!"
"No, I can't!"
Jessica crawls closer to Jim and puts her right hand around his testicles. Jim flinches at her touch.
"Mom, please... please can we go?" Jim is shaking in fear.
"Beg me," Jessica whispers as she starts squeezing. Softly at first but gradually harder, Jim screams in agony.
"MOM! PLEASE IT HURTS!" Jim screams.
"Please say it!"
Tears are streaming down both their faces and Jim's agonized screams fills the office.
"PLEASE JIM! SAY IT!" Jessica presses down even harder, hoping to end his misery as soon as possible.
Jim stubbornly shakes his head, his teeth are clenched as he fights the burning pain in his balls. He can still remember the taste of Rebecca's piss and he would rather die than drink his own mothers too.
"AAAAARGH!" Jim screams, "stop! MOM STOP!"
"Just say it Jim!" Jessica keeps a steady grip, knowing she can never be forgiven for her actions. Jessica sees that Jim's entire body is shaking from the pain, drool drips from his chin as he hyperventilates through his clenched teeth.
"Please, say you will drink my pee!" Jessica begs her son. She's struggling to get a good grip around his balls as they get more and more slippery from the sweat that they are both producing. Jessica is forced to take a new grip around his balls, now digging her finger nails deep into his testicles.
Jim lets out a deafening scream and tries to pull away from his mother, but she is too strong for him and it only causes more pain.
"OKAY! STOP! I'LL DO IT!"
Jessica lets go of his burning testicles.
"Beg her," Nathalie commands, "beg to drink mommies piss."
"Please... please. C-can I drink your pee? Please mom."
Jessica is both relieved and horrified by her son's words.
"Good boy," Nathalie laughs, "time to tie up those balls again."
"W-what? I said I'll do it!"
Jessica stays silent, too ashamed to look at her son as she ties his balls back up. She pulls out an office chair with four wheels and ties the other end of the rope to it.
"Tell him what's about to happen."
"J-Jim," Jessica stammers, "you have to... you have to pull me on the chair out of this office."
"Isn't it clever? Your mom came up with the whole idea!"
"Mom, why are you doing this to me?"
Jessica hides her face in her hands and sobs. Nathalie gives her the pitcher full of urine.
"Don't spill! And don't forget this," Nathalie hands her the ruler and walks to open the door.
The chair is 10 meter from the door. Jim stands up and tries to pull his mother. The pain is unbelievable as his sore and swollen balls are stretched tight. But the chair doesn't even move. He tries to put more weight in and is rewarded by even greater pain. He falls to the floor panting.
"I-I can't. It hurts too much!"
"Use the ruler!" Nathalie commands.
Jessica leans forward. "Forgive me." she whispers as the ruler cuts the air and hits Jim's stretched testicles with a splat. Surprised by the stinging pain Jim shoots to his feet. Due to the difficulties of keeping his balance with his hands cuffed behind his back he stumbles forward to regain his balance and for a second all his body weight is focused through his balls to the rope. He screams in pain, but the chair starts rolling. It takes all his willpower to fight through the pain and keep pulling the chair.
20 women cheer as they watch a young man stumble through the doorway. His eyes are closed and his teeth clenched, froth has formed in the corners of his mouth. His hair is damp and his body is covered by a film of sweat. Behind the man follows a woman sitting on a chair. Her face is covered in her tears. She is looking down at the floor, sobbing. She is holding a long metal ruler in her right hand and a pitcher filled with a yellow liquid in her left.
Finally Nathalie tells Jim to stop. He falls exhausted to his knees. His eyes are stinging from the sweat and his vision is blurry. He looks around and he sees the beautiful Rebecca smiling at to him.
"Why don't you tell the girls why you are here Jim?" Nathalie says.
"I-I'm here to-" Jim's words trail off.
"Louder!"
"I'm here to... to drink my mother pee." Jim stares at the floor. Even though he is feeling very humiliated, he would give anything right now just to be able to lie down on the floor and cradle his aching balls.
"Give it to him." Nathalie orders Jessica.
Jessica places the pitcher in front of her son. "Please forgive me." She whispers to him, but Jim refuses to look at her. Nathalie uncuffs his hands.
"Drink!" Nathalie yells. The other women join her in a chant. "Drink! Drink! Drink!"
Jim steals a glance at Rebecca and sees to his disappointment that she has joined the chant as well. She's clapping her hands after each word and looking at him excitedly. Jim places both hands around the pitcher, it's still warm. He looks down and sees a thick white foam at the top, he can see several of his mother's pubic hairs floating in the foam. He closes his eyes and lifts it up to his face, the women still chanting. He recoils at the awful smell. "How can they expect me to drink this?" he thinks. Suddenly a sharp pain hits his balls, some of the piss splashes in his eyes as he opens them to see his mother standing above him with the ruler. He sees her pleading and tearful eyes.
He lifts the pitcher up to his mouth and starts to drink it down. He feels his mother's warm urine pour down his throat. After a couple of chugs the taste hits him. It's foul! He puts the pitcher away for a second to catch his breath, he feels saliva forming in his mouth and he fights to hold back the vomit. The room fills with laughter as someone points out the foam mustache on his upper lip. In the corner of his eye he sees Nathalie saying something and once again he feels the ruler connect with his balls, the stinging pain burns and he hurriedly brings the pitcher back to his mouth and starts chugging. He tries to breathe through his nose while drinking but he gets some of the liquid caught in his lungs which causes a cough attack. He is allowed a couple of coughs before the rules strikes his balls again, soft this time. "Mom must be having a hard time too," he manages to think before the ruler strikes him again very hard. He screams in pain, but the scream is interrupted by his coughing. His balls are met with the ruler twice more before his lungs are clear enough for him to bring the pitcher back up to his lips.
"One tenth done," he thinks, "I will die here." He starts chugging the terrible drink. He tries to forget the source of the liquid, but the taste keeps him constantly reminded. He drinks slowly and methodically, stopping only to catch his breath. These breaks are usually rewarded by a strike to his balls. Sometimes they are soft, but always followed by a very hard strike as Nathalie scolds his mother. Regardless of the strength, they are always met with cheers and laughs from the women.
It takes him 15 minutes to finish the pitcher. His balls are completely blue from bruises. He is sick to his stomach and lies down in a fetal position, to the deafening sounds of 20 women cheering and laughing.
Nathalie is ecstatic. "Wow! That was fucking amazing!" She crouches next to Jessica and puts her hand on her shoulder. "I just wish we there was something we could do to help your daughter." She thinks. "It's just not right to let you go home without making any money today." She leans in close and whispers in her ear. "I will pay you $1000 for each kick to his balls."
"Please," Jessica begs, "Miss Wood, don't you think he's had enough today?"
"This is a one-time offer Jessica, think of your daughter. Do you want to come home empty handed? Just as you started this morning."
"No, no, no," Jessica shakes her head, "please..."
"You have to, for Sarah."
"Please-" Jessica hangs her head in shame, "please. Just not too hard..."
"Great!" Nathalie stands up, "who wants to kick the boy in his balls?" All the women cheer in response. Jim tries to protest, but only manages to cough.
Two heavy desks are dragged to either side of Jim, each legs is tied to the desk so that he is lying on his back with his legs spread wide. His hands are cuffed behind his back again and Jessica is instructed to sit down on his chest as the first lady approaches. Jessica knows the woman well, it's Anna, a woman in her own age. They have been working together for three years. The women watching all laugh as she jokingly stretch her legs.
"I'm going to pulverize your son's balls!" Anna says to Jessica, the audience cheer.
"Now beg her!" Nathalie says.
"W-what?"
"Beg Anna to kick your son in his nuts!"
"Oh no, why?" Jessica moans. "Anna... p-please... Anna please kick my son in his testicles." As she finishes the sentence she cries into her hands. She can feel Jim struggling beneath her, pleading her to go home. She is forced to place her hands on the floor for balance as Jim tries to buck her off.
"Well, since you asked so nicely."
Anna smirks as she pulls her right foot back. The kick lands with a splat and Jessica can feel the force of it as it travels through her son's body. Jim screams a hoarse scream.
"Kiss her foot Jessica," Nathalie says, "and thank her for kicking your son's nuts."
Anna stretches her leg for Jessica to reach. Jessica bends down and places her lips on Anna's dirty sneaker. "Thank you Anna... thank you for kicking my son's t-testicles." She keeps her head down in shame as another woman steps up.
After five women Jim is begging to his mother to be released with a voice hoarse from all the screaming: "Mommy... mommy I want to go home. Please mommy." But Jessica is too ashamed to even respond.
Next up is Miss Jones, a cute 25 year old black girl recently hired to the company. She is short but played soccer in college and her legs are thick and muscular.
"Please Miss Jones... please kick my son's useless balls. Don't..." Jessica's words are interrupted by sobbing. "D-don't hold back, he deserves it." Nathalie got bored of Jessica's insincere begging and had asked her to put more effort into it.
Miss Jones leg flies in a beautiful arc before it connects perfectly in the center of Jim's balls. It is the hardest kick so far and Jim gurgle in pain as he tries not to vomit.
"What a beautiful kick!" Nathalie says. "Tell her she gets another for free."
Jessica mindlessly starts repeating: "Thank you Miss Jones, please have a kick for fre- Wait, NO!"
But it is too late; her foot lands with another loud thud. It feels like a train has hit Jim in the balls and he forces his mouth shut to hold back the vomit, but the pressure is too high and a stream of his mother's piss shoots out through nose hitting Jessica in her back.
Miss Jones is replaced by Sam, a hippie chick in her mid-thirties. She is wearing shorts and her naked legs are covered by tattoos. She removes her flip-flops off her manicured feet before walking into position, her toe nails are painted purple.
"Please Sam... I want you to destroy my son's balls." Jessica says while forcing a smile.
"Please Mom, no more!" Jim sobs from beneath Jessica.
Sam's kick lands on his right testicle, her second toe borrows deep and her sharp toenail doubles the pain. They both scream in pain.
"Shit! My toe, it hurts!" Sam moans.
"Oh no! Are you injured?" Nathalie says concerned. "Jessica! Apologize for your son's behavior!"
"I'm so sorry Sam! I'm sorry that my bad son hurt you!"
Sam walks closer and stretches her foot close to Jessica. "Suck it!" she commands. She has her left foot is placed directly on Jim's balls and they are crushed into the floor. Jessica takes the toe into her mouth to the sound of her son's screams of pain, it tastes of sweat. She sucks on the toe for five minutes before Sam is satisfied, Jim is in constant agony the whole time as the woman gradually puts more and more weight on his balls.
Another ten women take their turn with Jim's balls. Jim screams, begs and commands his mother to let him go, but she just silently weeps on top of him as she watches woman after woman gleefully kick her Jim's testicles. Jessica is shocked that her coworkers seem to take so much pleasure in her humiliation and that none of them show any mercy as they kick her son's swollen testicles as hard as they possibly can. Many of them wait a while to kick while they listen to Jim's fearful begging to his mother, some of them stomp the floor to watch both mother and son flinch.
To Jim the feeling of helplessness and uncertainty is almost as bad as the pain. With his mother sitting on his chest his vision is blocked by her back and he can only lie there and wait for the inevitable pain.
Next comes Michelle, she is a 30 year old woman. She is a very tall and sturdy looking, with thick and long legs. She's a very timid woman and except for Jessica she's the only woman in the group that hasn't been joining in with the laughter. She is forcefully led by Nathalie.
"Come on," Nathalie urges her. "This is team building, everyone has to do it!"
"Please, I really don't need to."
"You have to!"
Michelle reluctantly positions herself in front on Jim. She looks first at Jim, who seems oblivious to anything as he just moans in pain. Then she looks at Jessica, who is just quietly sobbing as she's sat on top of her son. Jessica catches her gaze.
"Please... Michelle, p-please kick my pathetic son in his worthless balls."
"I'm sorry Jessica, I'm only doing this because I have to." Michelle says before giving Jim's testicles a soft tap with her foot. She is surprised that the soft tap causes Jim to yelp from the pain.
"No, no, no!" Nathalie shakes her head in disappointment, she leans down to Jessica and whispers in her ear: "You have to convince her to kick him as hard as she can, we will be here until she gets it right."
"M-Michelle... Please kick harder. I beg you!"
Michelle who was just about to walk away is shocked by Jessica's desperate pleading.
"What? No... I really can't. I don't like this."
"Michelle, you have to! Don't worry about him, he's fine!" Jessica desperately tries to convince the woman and gives Jim a light slap on is testicles as some kind of proof. Jim's screams proves otherwise. Michelle backs away as she hear his screams.
"No... It doesn't sound like he's fine at all."
Jessica shimmies back on the top of Jim until her big ass reaches his face, she plants it firmly over his mouth. Jim squirms and coughs as he smells her sweaty ass. Jessica is painfully aware that she haven't had time to shower or change her panties the last three days due to the fact that she has been sleeping at the hospital with her daughter. But she tries again to convince the woman and gives Jim's balls a hard slap. The slap echoes in the room but Jim's muffled screams doesn't reach Michelle, only Jessica can tell as her cheeks vibrates from her son's screams of pain.
"See?" Jessica says with a manic smile, her son still screaming into her big ass. "I told you its fine."
"Oh... I guess so. If it's this important I guess I can try again."
Michelle hesitantly walks back up to Jim. She kicks his balls once again, a soft thud can be heard in the room as her foot connect with his testicles. Jim's screams are muffled by his mother's ass. Jessica looks to Nathalie who is just shaking her head. She can feel her son's heavy breathing under her ass as he struggles to get air. She looks back at Michelle.
"Michelle... Please do it harder. As hard as you possibly can. M-maybe... Maybe you should get a run up?"
"W-what? Are you sure?" Michelle says in shock. Jessica has her hands in a praying motion and is looking at her with her big brown eyes glistening from tears.
Jessica watches as the large woman takes a couple of steps back, she doesn't look confident at all that this is a good idea. She then sets in motion towards the defenseless boy with heavy thuds as her feet touch the ground. The kick is hard, very hard. Jim's balls are completely flattened against his pelvis and the force pushes his entire body one meter backwards, dragging the heavy desks that he's tied to with him. Jessica is flung off his face and his scream is so loud all the women have to cover their ears. Michelle stands in shock at the pain she caused him. When the screams are replaced by moans Jessica has crawled up to Michelle who is still standing frozen. Jessica kisses her foot.
"T-thank you Michelle." Jessica says, actually sounding sincere this time.
"You're sick!" Michelle says to Jessica with disgust. "All of you are sick!" She screams as she rushes out of the office.
Last of the women is Rebecca. She has crouched down by Jim's head and is stroking his hair. He opens his eyes and looks at her. "She looks like an angel," he thinks.
"Are you ok Jim?" she says with a concerned look, "is it ok if I kick you too?" She pouts her lip.
"Please no," Jim wheezes.
"Please? You let the other girls kick you. Pretty please?"
"No..."
"Why? Don't you like me?"
Despite his pain he can't resist her beauty. "Okay, you can kick me."
"Thank you!" she bites her lip, "but I'm just a small girl, I can't kick hard like some of the other." She leans her head in, with her mouth close to his hear and whispers. "Maybe you could let me kick you more times. Five times for the price of one?"
"Yes..." Jim nods, "you can kick me five times Rebecca."
"Thank you." She says and kisses him on the cheek.
Rebecca walks into position in front of his exposed balls, they have swollen to the size of lemons. She is wearing red flats that are pointed at the toes. She looks at Jessica who has sat back down on her son's chest.
"Rebecca... please kick my son's testicles," Jessica reluctantly begs.
"5 times." Rebecca says.
"... 5 times." Jessica repeats.
Her foot descends at a terrifying velocity, the shoe connects in the center of Jim's right testicle and burrows deep into the soft orb before stopping at the pelvic bone with a thud. Jim buckles in pain, but tries to keep a brave face for Rebecca. He gurgles through clenched teeth.
Rebecca puts her foot in front of the mother. Jessica leans down and kisses it. "T-thank you Rebecca for kicking my sons balls."
Rebecca steps back and quickly releases another kick. It's just as hard as the previous kick and once again it hits Jim's right testicle, in the exact same spot. This time he cannot contain himself and scream in pain. Jessica is forced once again to kiss her shoe.
For the third kick she walks back a couple of steps and delivers a brutal kick at running speed, once again hitting the same spot on his right testicle. Jim is uncontrollable, he buckles and manages to raise his back half a meter off the floor despite his mother sitting on top of him. When he finally calms down Jessica kisses her shoe and thanks her.
Rebecca walks back again, even further this time. She starts running towards Jim and delivers a kick that shouldn't be possible for a small girl like her. Once again she has aimed for his right testicle and once again her aim is impeccable. Jim roars in pain and somehow manages to close his legs to protect his crotch, dragging the heavy desks with sheer willpower. A couple women pull the desks back in place and sit down on them, spreading his legs wide once again and exposing his swollen balls for Rebecca. Jim's body suddenly relaxes as he loses consciousness.
Rebecca walks to Jim and kneels by his head. She caresses his face. "Jim! You can't sleep Jim!"
Jim opens his eyes. She is looking down at him with sparkly blue eyes, her head so close to his that their noses are touching. He can feel her heavy breathing on his face. Her cheeks are rosy and she is looking even more beautiful than before, Jim thinks.
"Please," Jim begs, "please no more."
"One more," Rebecca smiles.
"P-please no... please. Just not the right one again. Please!" His eyes fill with tears as he begs her.
As a tear starts trailing down his face and she leans in and licks it. He is shaking with fear and Rebecca gently strokes his hair to calm him down.
"I'm going to kick the exact same place again," she closes her eyes, "much, much, much harder than before."
As Jim opens his mouth to protest she kisses him deeply on the mouth, her tongue moving in circles around his. He can feel that her entire body is vibrating from excitement. Then she slowly raises up, a string of saliva is stretching between them, she wipes her mouth and smiles at him as she stands up. His eyes follow her as she walks away until she disappears behind his mother's big back. He is beside himself with fear, he is completely helpless and soon he will experience the worst pain in his life. The entire room is silent in anticipation, only Rebecca's steps can be heard. He flinches in fear at the sound of each step. Then they stop.
He stares at the ceiling. A fluorescent light is flickering. A woman coughs.
Jim suddenly recalls when he was five and had stepped on a wasp.
Then a step.
How he cried in pain while his mother embraced him.
Then another.
She had told him everything would be all right.
And a third.
He had believed her.
And... PAIN. His body buckles as his right testicle explodes in pain, Jessica is flung into the air. Every muscle in his body tenses up from the pain. He screams in agony and anger. The chain to his cuffs breaks as he has gathered strength from unknown sources in his pain-filled rage. He curls up into a ball and is finally able to cradle his testicles with his hands. His right testicle is the size of a grapefruit but still intact somehow, he ponders while drifting into unconsciousness.
Nathalie is bursting with excitement. "That was fucking amazing!" she exclaims. She hands Jessica a check for $20,000. "Hopefully this will help your poor little daughter."
"Yes..." Jessica responds, "thank you." Still not convinced this isn't just a bad dream.
"Is it enough do you think?"
Jessica looks at the check. "I-I don't think so."
Nathalie puts her arm around her shoulder and smiles. "We'll talk later. When he feels better."
THE END |
19,404 | Working Nights | CTrei | NonConsent/Reluctance | 2004-09-21 | 2004-09-21 | 2022-01-01 15:44:45 | 1 | literotica.com | https://www.literotica.com/s/working-nights | Rape in the office on camera. | ['Boot Sock', 'Calloused Hands', 'Cold Metal', 'Feels Cold', 'Feels Sharp', 'Leather Glove', 'Moans Pleasure', 'Mouth Moves', 'Sharp Metal', 'White Panties'] | 4.07 | Sitting at her desk, she was thinking how perfect this job was in her life at the moment. She got great hours and had plenty of time to work on her stories. Since she was mainly alone she could listen to what ever she wanted however loud she wanted. Granted the uniform left something to be desired but the pay made up for that.
The sound of the back door opening startled her, causing her to turn. She expected to see her boss. Her greeting died on her lips as she saw the masked man. Terror filled her as she noticed the bone handled hunting knife in his gloved hand.
Her words even sounded stupid in her ears, “What do you want? Please don’t hurt me.”
Grinning into the security cameras, he replied with a chuckle, “I think we’re locking up a bit early tonight.”
Hands trembling, knife at her back, she obediently locks the front doors. She knows it is late enough no one will even notice, much less come to her rescue.
For a moment he studies the monitors. Then grabs her and brings her to the center of the camera’s view. “Now, doll, we are going to have some fun. I have been waiting to taste you. On the floor!”
Terrified she complies. As she lies on the floor, she feels the cold metal of handcuffs secure her to the desk. She screams as the light plays off the knife suspended above her. Only to be rewarded with a leather glove shoved into her mouth and the words, “None of that now, love.”
Eyes wide, she watches as the knife glistens, slowly cutting off a single button at a time. When all the buttons are removed, she feels the sharp tip brushing her skin as it pushes the shirt to each side.
“Beautiful,” as calloused hands run roughly over her body. Struggling, she tries to avoid his touch. She feels the point pressed just below her breasts. “Now you wouldn’t want to spoil the fun, would you love?”
Numb with fear, she nods her head. “Good, love.”
The blade moves upward, gently on the skin, and slices through her favorite bra. Freeing her large breasts, the bra falls aside. “Perfect, just as I imagined.”
The tip carefully circles her nipple. Cold metal forces it erect. As it circles the other, she feels a distinct pain as it slips. Razor sharp it brings blood to the surface. Her screams muffled by the leather in her mouth.
Horrified, she watches as he brings the bloody knife to his mouth, and gently, licks it clean. Then his mouth is on her nipple. Drinking her blood. He sucks and teases the wound with his tongue. Terrified, her struggles are met with a hard bite on her nipple. “I wouldn’t do that, love.”
His mouth moves to the other breast. His sharp bites leave bruises on her milky white flesh. Then his mouth moves painfully down her stomach, with painful bites. Unable to handle the fear and pain she starts to cry. Tears slip silently from her eyes. She feels him sit back. Chuckling he licks the droplets off her cheeks. ”Almost as tasty as your blood, love. Now remember to smile pretty for the cameras. Let’s leave them a show.”
Humiliated, she remembers her placement. She is bared to the world. Her boss will see everything. Everyone will. Her tears flow harder as sobs rack her body.
“Careful now, love. You’ll be wanting to stop moving so much. My knife my slip.”
She feels the sharp metal at the waist of her pants. Petrified, she forces her sobs to end. She holds her breath as the blade slices through the cloth. Slowly he cuts down one leg, the knife just barely touching her skin. As he finishes the cut, she feels her boot and sock removed. The blade lightly carves a path up the soul. She cries into the glove at the brief pain. His tongue roughly cleanses the wound. If she wasn’t so scared, it might have tickled.
With a chuckle, the knife quickly cuts through the other leg, boot and sock removed.
Embarrassed, she lay there, naked except her white panties. Open to the world and this monster. Worse yet, she is on tape. Anything would be better than this. She decides to fight him, the best she can. Angrily, she lashes out with her legs. A hard slap resounds across her tender breasts, drawing more tears. “Be a good little girl and we will be done soon, love.”
The smooth metal blade begins to caress her body. Starting at her lips, he moves it tenderly down her body. Trembling in fear, she is too scared to move. He gently runs the tip across her throat. “So easy, love. So easy.”
Then the knife continues downward to circle her nipples again, erect from the chill and her fear. “So tasty.”
She shivers as the sharp metal slides down her stomach. The blade traces a path down one leg and up the other. It comes to rest finally under the leg of her lacy white panties. “So innocent looking. Now for the reward.” She feels the blade slice quickly through one strap and then the other. Her last defense is ripped from her. She is naked to the world.
Humiliated beyond belief, she barely notices his calloused hands stroking her neatly trimmed bush. With a groan he tenderly caresses her. Then carefully spreading her slips his fingers in her warmth. She is horrified to realize his touch is greeted with dampness. How can this…this…this monster arouse her?
“See, love, it isn’t all bad.” As coarse hands gently fondle her, teasing her hard nub. Ashamed of her response, she squeezes her eyes shut, trying desperately to be anywhere but there.
She gasps as she feels something cold enter her, filling her. As it moves slowly, she realizes it is the bone handle of the knife. His fingers cruelly stroke her. Tears of humiliation flow. Causing the handle to be worked into her harder. She feels her body betray her, opening up.
The glove is removed from her mouth as the knife is taken out of her dripping cunt. “Taste yourself, love. “ It is placed at her lips. Too embarrassed to fight anymore, she accepts the handle into her throat. Licking her juices from it.
A gasp escapes as she feels his mouth on her. His tongue strokes her hard clit. Fingers tease her opening. Then his fingers bring another gasp as they slip deep within her. His teeth gently nibble her, drawing moans of pleasure from her. A whimper escapes as the fingers leave her.
No longer caring, she arches into his mouth. He chuckles as his fingers return, gently stroking lower. She screams as they slip inside her virgin asshole. His tongue enters her aching cunt just as she comes, flooding his mouth with her juices. Tenderly he cleans her with his tongue as his fingers work slowly into her ass. Driving her crazy with desire. Small whimpering cries encourage him to slip another finger in. The rewarding moan is too much for him to take. She feels a pang of disappointment when both his mouth and hand leave her.
She opens her eyes to see him wiping her juices on her ruined clothing. Then he undoes his jeans. Freeing the largest cock she has ever seen. Her fear returns in multitudes. There is no way that monster will fit in her.
He chuckles as he reads the panic in her eyes, “Don’t worry, love. Aye, we will make him fit.”
Carefully he positions himself at her entrance. Spreading her wide, he lets it’s huge head slip in. She screams as it stretches her wide. Slowly he works his way into her, filling her painfully. When he is buried all the way in, he pauses to let her body adjust.
After an all to brief moment, he starts moving, slowly and carefully at first. Then harder and faster, he slams into her. Pounding her painfully. Still she feels her excitement growing with each agonizing stroke. She feels every vein on the huge cock splitting her open. Her cries encourage him to fuck her harder.
Her body tenses and then the delicious rush of pleasure as she climaxes around the monster tearing her apart. Sensing her orgasm he pauses at the sensations rippling around him.
She whimpers as he withdraws. At the feel of his hard cock pressing against the entrance of her ass, her eyes grow wide with fear. She opens her mouth to protest and the leather glove is replaced with force. “Sorry, love, my turn.”
He slides the immense head into her tight ass. Tears stream down her face as he works his giant cock painfully into her. He pauses briefly to let her adjust him. She feels as if she is being split in two, with his large cock buried in her aching ass. His thumb moves to caress her hard clit tenderly. Mixing pleasure with unbearable pain, he starts to move in her ass. Slowly, almost tenderly, he strokes into her. His thumbs administrations distract her, bringing her toward another release. Groaning, unable to restrain himself any longer, he moves faster and harder. Fucking her tight asshole. Relaxing, accepting him, she moans with pleasure as she feels another climax.
His cock tenses in her ass as she explodes under his caresses. He slams deep into her ass, filling her with his come.
Pleasure so painful, her eyes roll back into her head and she blacks out.
When she regains consciousness, she is alone on her porch. She is wrapped in a black trench coat. She reaches into the pocket and finds her keys and a note. Hands shaking she opens it to read:
“I locked up for you and clocked you out. I have our tape. Thank you, love.”
Exhausted, she crumples the note into her pocket. Painfully she let’s herself into the house. Puzzling over the night’s events, she draws a full hot bath and pours herself a stiff drink.
With Bloody Kisses,
C Trei |
19,405 | Working on a Saturday | Nomean_feet | NonConsent/Reluctance | 2012-04-06 | 2012-04-06 | 2022-01-01 15:44:46 | 1 | literotica.com | https://www.literotica.com/s/working-on-a-saturday | Frustration at working the weekend boils over. | ['Anger', 'Bbw', 'Cheating', 'Fat', 'Huge', 'Humiliation', 'Revenge', 'Slut', 'Tease', 'Tits'] | 4.09 | To say I was pissed off would be an understatement. Saturday morning and there I was in work, rather than enjoying a nice lie in before taking my wife and kid out for the day. Fucking stupid new computer system crashing on Friday afternoon meant I had to be there first thing on Saturday to try and sort it all out. My boss already had plans that she wouldn't change; clearly my own plans were of no concern to her, the bitch.
I worked quickly and quietly, thinking that I would be the only one in. The quicker it was done, the quicker I could leave. I wasn't expecting anyone else to show up, which is why I was shocked when I heard footsteps entering the office.
'Oh, hey John,' came the greeting as I turned and saw my colleague Kathryn (Kat to her friends) as she entered; she was clearly as shocked to see me as I was her.
'Kat,' I replied, 'hey.' Just what I need, I thought as I took a quick glance at her clothes to check what she was wearing. Same as usual, ultra low-cut blouse to showcase those huge, straining tits of hers. She was voluptuous to say the very least; taking every opportunity to draw attention to the fact. She was a pretty girl with dyed red hair, which she wore in a straight bob; she was always made up, never without a deep, red lipstick to draw attention to her full lips. You would definitely describe her as chubby, but she carried it well and with confidence, always wiggling her full, round lips as she walked.
'Ashley got you too huh?' She asked me, referring to our boss.
'Yeah,' I replied, 'as if I had nothing better to do with my Saturday.'
'I know huh?' She said as she sat down in her usual desk, opposite to my own in the open-plan office which we shared with two others.
We made small talk for a few minutes and Kat made me a cup of tea, before we carried on with our business. Although I sat opposite to her, I tried not to talk to her too much through the week if I could avoid it; sure she was pretty, but she was also too loud, obnoxious and self-centred for my liking. I was grateful then, when she shut up and started working, allowing me to get on with my own business and steal the occasional glance across the office to ogle her gigantic tits. They really were mesmerising as they strained against the tight white material of her blouse, which must have been at least a size too small for her; the buttons strained all the way down as her flesh fought to be free.
I watched under her desk as she slipped her shoes off and wriggled her stockinged toes about in the air; she had nice, shapely feet for a big girl. I drifted off of my work for a few minutes and allowed myself to get lost in a few idle fantasies. I felt my cock swelling in my boxers as I stared across at her tits; she was leant forward, studying her computer screen, which allowed me a fantastic view right down her top; I thought about how nice it would be to grease them up and slide myself in between those huge jugs.
'Right, that's it!' I heard Kat declare angrily, 'I have not come here on my fucking weekend to be ogled all day.' I looked up guiltily and realised quickly that her anger was directed my way. 'All you've done for the past ten minutes is stare at my tits with a stupid look on your face. Have you ever even heard of sexual harassment?'
'Now Kat, I wouldn't go that far,' I said, defending myself against such preposterous claims.
'Oh wouldn't you? Well what would you call shamelessly staring at my tits then?'
'For fuck's sake Kat,' I replied, trying to get a word in edge ways.
'For fuck's sake what? Am I supposed to just sit here and allow you to think about god only knows what while you blatantly perve at me?'
'Shut the fuck up!' I replied, allowing my own anger and frustration to boil up now, 'who the fuck do you think you are? It's obvious that you like men to stare at your tits; why else would you wear such ridiculously revealing tops?'
'How dare you!' She shouted back at me, 'I'm in a happy, committed relationship; I dress however I want to dress for work, it's not for you to judge.'
'Oh come on, you love the attention.' I stood from my chair now, happy to have a target now to vent my frustrations towards.
'Right, that's it.' She stood too and grabbed for her handbag, 'I am not staying here to take this abuse;' she said as she pushed her chair under her desk. 'Believe me, Ashley will hear all about this, you can expect a full charge of sexual harassment coming your way.'
As she headed for the door I moved across the room and stood in front of her. 'Oh no you fucking don't' I said as I barred her way.
'What the fuck are you going to do about it?' She asked; her tone full of scorn and condescension. What exactly am I going to do here? I thought to myself; but found that I was already acting upon it.
'You are not going to tell anybody about anything,' I said as I pushed her back and stopped her from passing me; she looked about as shocked as I felt with my outburst.
'You bastard,' she spat at me, 'after I've called Ashley I'm going to get in touch with your wife and let her know what a pig she's married to.'
'You're going to do no such thing' I said as I closed the distance between us, forcing her up against a desk; without stopping once to think about what I was doing here I had grabbed hold of her blouse and began to roughly tear it away from her, forcing the buttons to burst and fly away and freeing her monstrous tits, which bobbed and wobbled in her black bra.
'What the fuck?' She yelled in shock as she raised her arms in an attempt to cover her modesty, 'what the hell do you think you're doing John?'
'If you're going to fucking report me, I might as well make it at least worth my while.' I replied as I grabbed her wrists and forced them to her side, clearing my view so that I could stare at those huge knockers as they heaved up and down thanks to her quickened breathing.
'You fucking pervert,' she spat at me, 'go ahead then; stare at them. You're well and truly fucked now.'
'Oh am I?' I asked as I pressed myself closer in towards her, feeling her breasts and stomach bulge pressing into me and allowing my own throbbing cock to press up against her through my jeans.
'You haven't got the balls to do anything else,' she taunted me; 'you'll be out on your arse, fired from here and your wife will leave you too. Why don't you just let me fucking go so we can get it over with?'
'I don't think so,' I whispered, unable to prevent myself now from backing out of this situation; a situation which was all this slut's making in the first place. 'You think you're something special you don't you? Swanning around the office, showing your tits off to everyone, thinking that you're untouchable. You're nothing but a cheap slut.'
'How dare you?'
'Shut up,' I said as I forced her hands behind her back and easily gripped both her wrists with my left hand, allowing my right hand to caress her chubby belly. 'You're in no position to resist here,' I said as I mauled her right tit through the material of her bra, moaning my appreciation as I did. 'I've worked across from you for months, and have been subjected to your constant teasing; watching as you lean over and bend down to invite mine and others' eyes. Then you try to take the fucking high ground when you finally catch someone doing it? Well fuck you bitch, you're not going to ruin my life, I promise you that.'
I let go of her briefly, sensing her opportunity she tried to force her way past me and out of the office, but I was too quick for her and forcefully grabbed her and ripped the blouse from her back. I was easily stronger than here and, despite her attempted resistance, managed to tie her wrists securely behind her back, using the blouse to bind her.
'Now you'll find out about sexual harassment;' I said as I dragged her by her hands across the office to her desk. Wasting no time I set about stripping the rest of her clothes from her body, starting with her skirt, which I tugged down her chunky thighs and tossed aside, along with her shoes.
She resisted and fought, every step of the way, but it just made my cock throb harder in my boxers; this was such a great way to relieve frustration, I thought as I hooked my fingers under the elastic waistband of her black panties.
'Please don't John,' she said, her voice now losing its earlier aggression; 'I'll not say anything to anybody.'
'I know you won't' I replied, smiling up at her as I tugged the knickers down, over her stockings and off of her ankles, her futile kicks adding to my pleasure; I even took the time to grab her stockinged feet and begin to massage them, loving the feel of her smooth, curved arches in my hands. I looked between her thighs to see a well maintained, dark bush, which she fought to hide by pressing her chubby thighs together.
'I'm going to leave your stockings on,' I said as I stood up and gripped her shoulders, forcing her to look me in the eye. She was definitely scared, but there was another look in her eyes that I couldn't quite place; it looked almost like excitement, her cheeks were flushed bright red and her usually immaculate hair was stuck all over the place. 'You look fucking hot in just your stockings; but this bra has just got to go.' As I spoke I reached for a pair of scissors on the desk and unceremoniously sliced away the straps to her bra; before pulling the cups away and tossing the shredded clothing aside.
Finally I saw those huge, fat tits, freed from their restraints. Thanks to her hands being tied behind her back, she had to push her chest out, making it look like she were proudly displaying her mammaries to me; her areola were huge, covering almost a third of her giant tits and her nipples with thick and pink, standing erect in the middle. They drooped slightly without the bra, but were well supported by the bulge of her large, round stomach.
'Wow,' I whispered, as I began to massage her tits with my hands, 'fuck, you're a sexy slut.' She flushed deeper as she heard me talk about her naked body. Using my free hand I quickly unbuckled my jeans and let them fall to the floor, pushing my boxers down with them and freeing my thick, throbbing member.
'My god,' she whispered as she looked down and saw it's thickness as it throbbed in the open air. 'What are you going to do to me?'
'Only what you've been wanting,' I replied as I grabbed her by the hair and firmly forced her to her knees, her resistance weakened by my forcefulness. I looked down and smirked, seeing her degraded like this, hands bound behind her back, naked and on her knees, those full, red lips only inches from the head of my swollen member. Keeping one hand firmly gripping her hair and pulling her head back, I took my cock in my free hand and slapped it against her cheek.
'Ready to suck my cock slut?' I asked as I slapped her other cheek with my cock, smiling as I watched my pre-cum trailing across her cheek. She didn't reply, so I asked her again, this time rubbing the head of my cock across those full lips of hers.
'Open wide you sexy little whore' I said, causing her to whimper as I once again slapped both of her cheeks with my cock, 'don't pretend that you don't want it.' I began to work my fist up and down my length now, allowing my knuckles to roughly bump against her cheek with each pump. She was watching my cock as it throbbed in my grip, her lips parting slightly. I took my opportunity and pressed the tip of my cock into her mouth, feeling her resistance breaking as she opened her mouth to take my thick cock inside.
I had to fight the urge to cum as I felt my cock slide to the back of her warm, wet throat, watching her red lips stretch to accommodate my girth. 'Holy fuck Kat,' I moaned as I grabbed her head with both hands and held myself deep inside of her until she coughed and gagged for air.
When I withdrew, my cock was coated with thick, gloopy saliva. I pulled myself all the way out before forcing it all the way in again, watching as her eyes bulged in surprise. I held it in again until she gagged on it, saliva dripping off now onto those big fat tits of hers as I pulled it out. She looked up at me as she gasped for breath, the fear disappearing from her eyes and now being replaced by lust.
'You fucking love this don't you?' I asked as I thrust myself in again. My wife had never been able to deepthroat my cock like this before and I just loved the way I felt her throat stretching out to accommodate my invasion. 'You love to deepthroat my cock, you fat titted slut.' I began to force myself in and out, using her hair as handles for my thrusts and loving how much saliva and spit she coughed up with every thrust. Her face was flushed bright red now and spittle coated her pretty little face.
I lost myself in the blow-job, roughly fucking her face until I was near orgasm, time and time again; but knew that I wasn't ready to blow my load just yet. I had crossed so many bridges so far today, that I thought it pointless to stop just there. By the time I had finished, her tits were coated in her spit and saliva. I stood her to her feet and began to massage and rub it into her chest and her belly, finding that I met no resistance anymore I decided to untie her from her binds. Instantly her hands went to her tits where she joined mine in rubbing the spit into her body.
'Get over that desk' I commanded as I pushed her roughly over the edge of her desk; she reached behind and grabbed her arse cheeks, pulling them wide apart and revealing her pink, wet looking pussy to me. I took the head of my cock and guided myself into her, moaning at how tight her entrance felt.
'Ohh, fuck,' she moaned as I grabbed her round hips and began to furiously thrust myself into her. She pushed back against my every thrust, taking every inch of my cock; I felt my head bang hard up against her cervix, causing her to moan louder and louder each time.
'That's it slut, take it all.' I berated her as I fucked her, 'I bet you wish your boyfriend was here now don't you?'
'Mmmm,' she moaned.
'I bet you wish he could see you, bent over your desk at work and getting fucked like the big fucking teasing slut you are.'
'Oh god yes.' She moaned as she reached a hand between her legs to stimulate her clit while I fucked her. I leant forward and wrapped my hands around her, grabbing her tits and pulling hard as I thrust myself deep inside, time and time again.
'Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me!' She begged, 'make me cum!' I pumped into her harder now, using one hand to grip her firmly by the throat. She pressed her neck harder into my hand, encouraging me to grip harder and prevent the flow of oxygen to her brain.
'Ohhhhhh,' she moaned as she rocked harder against my cock, her fingers furiously working her clit as I bottomed out inside of her time and time again. 'I'm going to cum,' she moaned, 'I'm going to fucking... uuunnnnnngggggggghhhhhhhhh cummmmmmmmmmmmmmm!' She moaned as I felt her pussy convulse around my throbbing member. I pulled out, allowing her pussy to squirt hard all over the desk, the floor and both of us as she rode her orgasm hard, sliding fingers deep inside of her pussy to stimulate her g-spot and prolong her pleasure.
'Jesus,' she moaned as she spun around and dropped to her knees in front of me before taking my cock and wrapping her big fat tits around it. Taking the hint I began to furiously fuck her jugs, feeling my cum bubbling to the surface.
'Ohhhh, fuck yes!' I wailed as I shot my bolt, spraying my load over those magnificent tits, splashing her face and hair in the process; watching as she fingered herself quickly to another orgasm while I came all over her.
'Wow!' I gasped, all of my anger and frustration gone now as I stumbled back and sat in the first available chair. We both had a few moments to gather our breath, reflecting on what had just happened. Finally I stood and quickly dressed again, maintaining control in the situation and standing over Kat as she lay naked and exhausted, in a pool of mine and her own juices on the office floor.
'Expect the same treatment the next time you come into the office dressed like such a slut.' I said as I turned and left her on the floor, deciding that I would go and spend the day with my family after all; fuck what Ashley wanted.
I heard nothing over the weekend, but was still wary turning up to work on Monday morning. What had happened was completely out of control and I knew that despite how much we had both clearly enjoyed it, there was still potentially a whole lot of trouble waiting for me at the office. Those fears were quickly allayed however as I saw Kat walking towards me in the lift, those huge tits swaying heavily in what seemed to be the lowest cut top she could have possibly found. I held the lift door open for her to join me.
'Morning Kat,' I smiled, 'going up?'
'Maybe down more like,' she said with a wink as she joined me in the lift. |
19,406 | Working Overtime | Patrick7 | NonConsent/Reluctance | 2012-09-18 | 2012-09-18 | 2022-01-01 15:44:48 | 1 | literotica.com | https://www.literotica.com/s/working-overtime-12 | Young guy puts his female boss to sleep at the office. | ['Bareback', 'Boss', 'Drugged', 'Impregnation', 'Knocked Up', 'Office', 'Passed Out', 'Sleeping', 'Unconscious', 'Work'] | 4.03 | I had just graduated from college with a degree in accounting, and my first job was as a junior accountant for one of the big firms. Not very exciting, but it was a job, and the best part was all of the attractive women that I got to see on a daily basis in their pantsuits and dresses. For a horny guy like myself, that was quite a treat. The hours went by relatively quickly with that kind of eye candy around. I spent half the time in the office with a boner, looking at all these girls and fantasizing what I would do with them if I ever got the chance.
The main object of my fantasies, right from the start, was my supervisor, Laura. She was a beautiful tall brunette, about 10 years older than me, and married. She always dressed nicely in high heels and either a dress or tight skirt. She was very strict and demanding with the way she wanted things, and there were times that I thought she was meddling too much with my work, but then I would just picture myself bending her over a desk and nailing her hard. That would make me feel better.
Anyways, about a year after I was hired, the thrill was gone. I was doing good work, but there was no chance of a promotion in sight, the hours were as bad as ever, and my pay raises were almost nonexistent. To make matters worse, I had no time for any kind of social life and was in a long dry spell as far as sex was concerned. I don't think I had gotten laid more than a couple times since I finished school.
The final straw came one Friday afternoon. I was staring at my watch, waiting for the day to end so that I could go home for the weekend, when Laura walked into my cubicle.
"Patrick?"
I looked up at her. "Yes?"
"I'm going to need you to come in to work tomorrow."
I was stunned. "Um, well..."
"We're a little behind on everything, and we all need to catch up. I'll be here, and you will be, too."
And she left. I was just so pissed at that point. I had worked my ass off this whole week without one hint of appreciation from anybody, and now this. My whole routine had been: go to work, go home, jerk off, sleep, and repeat. There was no time for anything else. Laura probably had her husband giving it to her every night, but what about me? Well, I just decided enough was enough. I was going to get back at her somehow.
The next day, I came in to the office bright and early, armed with a couple pills that I had bought awhile ago but thought that I would never use. They were going to come in handy now. I had counted on the office being empty, and I was right. Laura and I were basically the only two people on our floor. Usually, I would have been annoyed about that, but today it would work to my advantage. I knew that Laura liked her coffee. She used the coffee machine in the lounge every day, multiple times. She brewed a fresh cup in the mid- afternoon, and when she stepped out for a second, I went in and dropped the pills into the cup. They dissolved instantly. She would never even know what hit her.
So I went back to my cubicle. A few minutes later, I saw her walk to her office with the coffee, and then I waited. Fifteen minutes. Half an hour. I was buzzing with excitement, my dick hard in anticipation. I got up and knocked on her door.
"Laura?"
No answer. I opened the door, and sure enough, there she was, slumped back in her chair with her mouth open, snoring softly. I grinned to myself and locked the door behind me. The guy who sold me the pills said that they would knock someone out for several hours, which was more than enough time for what I had planned.
I walked over to her. "Hey!" I called.
She didn't even stir. I touched her cute face and felt her ample breasts for the first time, and she still didn't react at all. Perfect. I first took her out of the chair and laid her gently on the floor. Then, I got undressed. My cock was as hard as a rock, and I decided that I wanted to enjoy her mouth a little bit. I bent over her and put my dick to her open lips, and she started sucking lightly, as if on instinct. That was so hot.
I let her work her magic on my cockhead for a few minutes before running my hands down her luscious body. That day, she was wearing a black dress that went down to her knees. This made things easier for me. I simply pushed the hem of her dress up to her waist, exposing her thighs and lace panties to my gaze. Her legs were long and smooth; you could tell that she kept her body in shape. I slid the panties down her legs and grinned at the sight of her bare, shaved womanhood. What a slut. I spread her legs as far as I could and then crawled between them. Her pussy was kind of dry, so I pressed my mouth to it and gave her clit a good tongue-lashing. She got excited in no time.
Soon, she was wet and leaking for me. I couldn't wait any longer, so without further delay, I climbed on top of her and slid my cock into her love tunnel with one stroke. I had thought about using a condom but figured that since I was already taking a risk, I might as well go the whole nine. I immediately knew I had made the right decision by going bareback. She was even better than I had imagined. So warm, so welcoming. Maybe it was because I hadn't gotten laid in awhile, but being inside her cunt just felt incredible. I actually felt alive for once, taking a woman without her consent, the way it was meant to be.
For a few moments, I stayed still and savored the feeling of being inside Laura, but instinct quickly took over, and I started thrusting slowly. Her tight, wet passage gripped me very nicely, and as I banged her harder and faster, her breathing got heavier, as well.
I smiled down at her sleeping face. "Stupid bitch. You love being used like this, don't you?"
She just sighed weakly in response. I fingered the wedding ring on her hand and realized that this was the first time I had fucked a married woman. That turned me on even more.
After a few minutes, the pressure in my balls started to build, and I knew that it was time to finish this off. I started thrusting like a madman and, with a loud groan, finally fired my seed into her defenseless pussy. I came so hard, and it seemed like I would never stop. When the ride ended, I collapsed on top of her, trying to catch my breath. We were both sweating. Her dress was kind of wet, and her hair was disheveled from the pounding that I had given her.
I basked in the afterglow for a few minutes before getting up and putting my clothes back on. Laura was still lying on the floor with her dress pushed up to her waist and her legs spread wide open. I smiled and tried to burn that image into my memory. Then, I put her underwear back on her and pulled her back up and into the chair. I tried to fix her appearance, too. Other than having a sore pussy, she probably wouldn't notice any difference. Then, I left and went back to my cubicle.
A couple hours later, she walked by. There was a slight flush to her cheeks, but she looked no worse for wear.
"You're still here?" she asked.
"Yeah," I said. "Working hard, you know?"
She smiled. "All right. You can go home now."
So that was it. Laura never suspected a thing. But a few months later, she had to go on leave because she was pregnant. I didn't know much about her situation, but the kid ended up being born almost exactly nine months after our encounter, so you can make of that what you will. She missed work for awhile after that to take care of her baby. My new boss was actually much nicer than she was, so that was good.
Overall, things got much better for me. The only downside was that I didn't get to see Laura's smoking hot body at work anymore. But hey, what can you do? Those things happen. |
19,407 | Working Overtime | Flurazepam | NonConsent/Reluctance | 2003-04-05 | 2003-04-05 | 2022-01-01 15:44:47 | 1 | literotica.com | https://www.literotica.com/s/working-overtime-3 | An unexpected, but not unwelcomed, encounter. | ['Caught Breath', 'Elevator Pressed', 'Half Wanted', 'Pressed Button', 'Rub Clit', 'Sydney', 'Sydney Thought', 'Thought Die', 'Wall Elevator', 'Wanted Scream'] | 4.11 | _Copyright (C) 2003-Flurazepam_
Finally, the words "project saved" flashed across the computer screen.
Sydney sighed. She switched the monitor off and rubbed her neck, craning her head back to release some of the tension that had built there throughout the evening. She didn't particularly enjoy her job, but working overnight at the office without any company or distraction was hell.
She carefully pulled the ribbon out that held her long, dark tresses in a functional ponytail, shaking the thick locks out in a fan across the back of her white blouse. Sydney was exceptionally pretty; her creamy skin was accented by her naturally ruby lips and her deep brown eyes. Her figure was just as alluring, with her large, full breasts straining the thin white fabric of her blouse, her flaring hips and shapely ass cutting a nice shape through the short khaki skirt, and her long, muscular legs caressed in white stockings.
She stood and stretched. She rubbed her hands up and down her trim waist, thinking that 23 was too young for a woman to start feeling so tired. As she walked over to the door to gather up her purse, a slight draft made her grin unexpectedly. Twenty-three was definitely young enough to come to work with no bra or panties on, she thought.
Sydney locked the door of the office on the eleventh floor, and walked across the well-lit hallway to the elevators, debating whether she should head straight home or drive her 'Vette around for a bit and let the boys ogle her. Shaking her head slightly, she pressed the button beside the double doors and waited.
The doors opened, but the elevator wasn't empty.
A huge man seemed to fill the entire back of the elevator. Sydney thought he must be at least six and a half feet tall. He was dressed in blue jeans and a t-shirt, which fit his form and made his wide, muscular physique stand out. As her gaze traveled to his face, she saw that his blue eyes were cold above his trimmed beard. She immediately lowered her eyes and stepped inside, pressing the lobby button, and made the decision not to eye the man anymore. She didn't think that anyone else would be in the building at this hour.
Right when the display showed that the elevator had reached the sixth floor, the man behind her stepped forward and pressed the emergency stop button.
Sydney managed to turn around about halfway before he grabbed both her wrists in one of his huge hands and pressed them against the wall above her head. Her generous breasts pushed against her blouse as the man pushed her body against the wall of the elevator. She closed her eyes and whimpered.
Sydney felt the man's other hand slide up her hip and waist, pausing briefly to squeeze a breast before caressing her face roughly. She felt his heavy, warm breath on her neck. She felt the strength he possessed through the grip on her wrists. She felt the sheer size of him from the shadow that covered her. She heard his deep, rough voice.
"You look good enough to eat, you sexy little bitch. I might have to make you my own."
Sydney gasped as his hand grasped the top of her blouse and pulled downward suddenly. Buttons flew as the blouse ripped. Her exposed nipples were painfully hard as her big tits swayed in the open air. She stifled a cry and opened her eyes to look at him. His grin was knowing, but it didn't touch his eyes. His eyes were ice-blue and purposeful. The tendons in his arm stood out in stark relief as he kept her hands pinned above her. Sydney thought that he could break her in half, if he wanted to.
He pressed his weight against her. His head dropped down to nuzzle at her neck. His t-shirt rubbed her breasts as he licked and bit at her skin. She felt him against her stomach, through his jeans. His cock was rock hard; it felt as if it were going to rip his jeans open. Underneath her skirt...above the lacy tops of her stockings...her pussy was dripping wet. She cried out in fear, she cried out in desire. He grabbed her throat and squeezed once.
"You keep quiet, or I...will...end...you. Do you understand?"
Under her long lashes, her brown eyes gazed fearfully up at him as she nodded.
"Good. Just let me give you what you need."
He roughly yanked her around and pressed her hands to the wall of the elevator. Releasing her hands, his palms slid down her arms and across her breasts. He rubbed them and pinched the nipples, alternatively caressing and then using force. Sydney could feel his cock again, this time pressed against her ass. She tried to dig her long, red fingernails into the metal wall of the elevator as her breathing got rough from his hands on her.
She could almost feel his smile. "You like this, don't you? I knew you were just a whore when I laid eyes on you."
His hands moved from her breasts, down her waist, her hips, her thighs...and they traveled back up again, pushing her skirt up. It caught on the curve of her buttocks and he angrily shoved it up, exposing her ass and pussy to him. His feet moved between her own and he nudged them apart. He roughly ran a finger long her opening, feeling the hard little clit and her swollen and wet lips. Sydney cocked her hips up to allow him more access to her cunt; she was bucking slightly at his touch and her breathing came out raspy and harsh. The man began to unzip his jeans.
Sydney started to turn her head, but like a flash the man grabbed a fistful of her lovely hair and tugged viciously. "You keep your fucking eyes pasted to that wall, sweetheart, or I'll break your fucking neck." Tears slowly traced their way down her cheeks as she tried to nod.
He freed his cock from his jeans and took her waist with his powerful grip. Sydney could feel the heat from his huge cock as he guided it to her pussy. Half of her wanted to scream out, "no," and half of her wanted to scream out "please," but she didn't have time to do anything before he roughly slid his cock inside her.
He caught his breath as he tried to push himself all the way in her tight, wet pussy. Sydney bit her bottom lip and pushed back out against the man as his hips started to pump behind her. She cried out almost in spite of herself as her ass slapped against his hard stomach. He pistoned his cock inside her. She thought she might die from the pleasure or the pain of his big, hard dick slamming in her hot, drenched cunt...over and over, as if he couldn't get deep enough, as if he couldn't fuck her hard enough. She came like a firecracker....once, twice, three times...a deep flush spread from her neck down to her tits as they flew back and forth from the force of his manic thrusting. She screamed when his hands tightened on her hips...the orgasm was rolling back through her; she came again and thought she might die from overload or that he might crack her hipbones as he put all of his weight into his straining efforts.
His right hand hooked around her waist to rub at her clit as he grunted and shot his jism into her sore, throbbing pussy. Two of her fingernails cracked against the cold wall as he thrust again, hard, his breath hoarse and echoing in the small space.
He yanked her head back and kissed her neck as she caught her breath, the magnitude of her orgasm making her almost too lightheaded to stand. "You gave it to me very sweetly, you little slut. I might fuck you in your tight little tramp ass next time." She felt him pull his jeans up. He shoved her negligently into a corner of the elevator as he pressed the button to open the door. He stepped out and put his hand in the doorway. The man stared at her, his muscular chest still hitching, sweat dripping off his taut arms and his brow. His gaze was just as hard as when she first saw him.
"I'll see you soon, bitch. When you think about me, rub your clit real hard, just like I did. Think about my cock deep, deep in that fine little pussy."
He turned and walked off.
Sydney sniffed a little and slowly picked herself up off the floor. Straightening her torn clothes up the best she could, she shuffled over to the buttons of the elevator and pressed lobby. |
19,408 | Working Overtime | redstang98 | NonConsent/Reluctance | 2004-05-21 | 2004-05-21 | 2022-01-01 15:44:48 | 1 | literotica.com | https://www.literotica.com/s/working-overtime-5 | Dave & the Beaner are back. | ['Connelly', 'Deb Looked', 'File Room', 'Full Cut', 'Happened Mrs', 'Huxley', 'Limp Dick', 'Mrs Huxley', 'Sex Act', 'Type Woman'] | 4.25 | My senior year in high school finally came to a glorious end with graduation. I can say with all honesty that myself, along my friend Benny the Beaner left behind a legend. One, which to this day, no male student has have yet lived up to. You see, The Beaner and I boinked two middle-aged female faculty members through out our senior year. The best some of our classmates were able to do was to bunny hump a couple of perky cheerleaders in the boys' shower room. Compared to what the Beaner and I accomplished they were merely nothing more than rank amateurs.
The sexual tryst during my senior year happened with a certain Mrs. Huxley, my math teacher. Unfortunately it ended with her nervous breakdown several weeks before I was to graduate. Though I knew her inevitable crack-up would happen someday, still I wasn't quite prepared for it. You see every time Huxley and I would have wild unadulterated sex she would develop a massive guilt trip and then only to be followed by uncontrollable sobbing afterward.
I wasn't a witness to the Huxley flip-out, as it is now called, but several of my fellow geeks told me of what happened. Mrs. Huxley was teaching her third period math class when suddenly for no apparent reason she stopped talking. For several seconds she just stood there, eyes glazed over and staring at her class. Then, without saying a word, she went to her desk and took out a huge flesh colored dildo from the top drawer. The fake phallic had a suction device attached to the bottom so she was able to affix it at the center of the desktop. While hiking up her skirt in front of the class, she peeled down the white cotton full cut panties she always likened to wear. Holding the panties in her hand Huxley began to twirl them above her head and began screaming like a wild cowgirl. She then let them loose to go flying smack dab into the middle of her now shocked students. The panties landed onto the face of Fat Willie Nurdlinger. (I swear to you his actual last name is Nurdlinger.) Now Fat Willie is probably the most disgusting obese adolescent human I have ever had the displeasure of knowing. I can only compare his girth to "Jabba the Hut" of "Star Wars" fame and for him to have any female's panties land on him is a stroke of pure luck, an event, which would not take place again in his lifetime. So it was with great relish that Fat Willie removed the womanly prize from his face and sniffed them.
What happened next makes me to this very day wish I were there. Huxley hopped on to the desk and with her skirt still hiked up, squatted down on the fake dick and promptly proceeded to insert it into her hot slimy pussy. Her swollen labia enveloped the dildo as she rode it up and down. She squeezed and kneaded her titties as she masturbated. One of the witnesses swore he saw her cunt juices flow and form a small puddle at the base of the adhered dildo.
By then some of the male class members were cheering Mrs. Huxley on while others, both male and female, rushed out in total shock. Huxley continued with her masturbating show by fingering her swollen clitoris in a mad sexual frenzy while yelling obscenities at her small audience of male students.
I was told Fat Willie waddled up to Huxley and tried to lick her pussy. She immediately swatted him away like an annoying fly.
The whole incident ended with three female teachers and two paramedics prying Huxley off the plastic dick and strapping her down on to a stretcher. My friends said she threw her hips up and down screaming for someone to fuck her as they took her away in an ambulance. She was immediately rushed to Saint Ignatius Psychiatric Center.
Fat Willie, by the way, grabbed Huxley's dildo and took it as a trophy. I understand he still sleeps with the thing and masturbates while smelling it. I can relate to that.
As for Mrs. Huxley, she did well at the psychiatric center, but they never did let her near the kosher dill pickles. I think they were Clausen's.
Beaner ended his affair with Mrs. Connelly, his earth science teacher, with far less complications. She simply moved away. That's not say the Beaner wasn't affected by her moving. According to my little round friend, Mrs. Connelly was a genuine screaming, raging, fifty-one year old blonde nymphomaniac. To an eighteen-year-old pervert like himself, a woman such as her is a rare find.
I confessed to Beaner that earlier in the school year I witnessed the little sex act on the desk between he and Mrs. Connelly. Beaner gave a little chuckle and said he had seen Huxley and me going at it. As matter of fact it turned out Mrs. Connelly also watched Huxley and I bumping uglies while she masturbated out in the hall. It was how Beaner got into Connelly's pants in the first place.
The day I first banged Mrs. Huxley, Beaner saw my truck still in the school parking lot and wondered where I could be. Going back inside to look for me he stumbled upon Mrs. Connelly peeking through the door to Mrs. Huxley's classroom. Of course being curious by nature, (yeah right) he went over to investigate. He told me Connelly stood there watching Huxley and me fucking our brains out while she had her hand inside her slacks furiously fingering with her pussy. It struck Beaner then he just might have a good chance to score a piece of old teacher ass. So, as he told it, he just went behind the masturbating teacher, reached up under her blouse, and grabbed a handful of saggy middle-aged booby. Slowly he rubbed his crotch against the crack of Connelly's ass.
The next thing Beaner knew he was in Connelly's classroom watching her peel out of her full cut granny panties letting her oversized ass plop out and then spreading her meaty used cunt lips. Beaner buried his face in her blonde muff so fast she fell back against her oak desk with her little legs flailing about.
Now, I'm going to be brutally honest here, watching Mrs. Elizabeth Connelly getting undressed is nothing I would want to describe. First of all the woman is short, about five foot three. Second, she's a little on the chubby side. Not fat mind you, but chubby, sort of like the Pillsbury Dough Boy with tits. Believe me I couldn't get hard over her if you stuck a gun to my head and threaten to shoot. In fact, I may even beg you to. But for some ungodly reason she got Beaner hot and bothered. It might have been the silver dollar sized, bubble gum pink aureoles. Then again it could have possibly been the thick curly patch of blonde pubic hair, which surrounded her constantly wet and ready pussy. But I'm very sure what did it was the pinky finger sized elongated clitoris that poked out of her blonde bush that got Beaner humming.
Beaner's tongue action on Connelly's clit put her into hip thrashing orgasms, as he would flick it quickly back and forth. Connelly's stretch marked potbelly quivered as the Beaner did his tongue thing. Or so he said. I really didn't want the visual.
He truly loved how wet she got and how his cock felt as it slid in and out of her matured womanhood. My fat little friend would get extremely turned on by the steady stream of obscenities Connelly screamed out when she orgasmed.
If one believed Beaner, Mrs. Connelly and he performed every sex act imaginable, including some they made up, in every place imaginable. He confessed to fucking her in the back of a Wal-Mart during the day and a supermarket parking lot at night. Once they got it on in a choir loft at the local Presbyterian Church, but not before he explored her anal desires in a confessional at a local Catholic Church. At least Beaner did not discriminate with denominations. He said he sexed her pussy, her ass, her mouth, between her titties, and he even tried to stick it in her ear once. The only thing he didn't do was light her farts. Which he so desperately wanted to do. Needless to say, Benny the Beaner had issues.
Then Connelly's husband went and spoiled it all by taking a vice president's position in California for his employer. After Mrs. Connelly moved away Benny the Beaner went into a deep depression. It lasted for a whole day.
With high school behind us now our thoughts turned quickly to full time summer jobs. We were eighteen and knew full well that independence meant working and earning money.
My mom knew a lady who worked for a temporary agency and she promised to put a good word in for us. Soon Beaner and I would be working in the file room for a large corporation. Deb Schultz headed Document Control, as the company called it, and she was the type who let you knew she was large and in charge. Beaner and I had to call her Mrs. Schultz. Heaven forbid if we should slip and call her Deb.
Deb Schultz was a lanky woman in her mid-forties with short red hair, which she kept combed back. The thin black horn rimmed glasses she wore gave her the look of a very stern librarian and also did a good job of hiding a very pretty pair of green eyes. I couldn't really tell what her legs looked like because she always wore slacks. But at least her slacks were form fitting. I could tell from them she had a nice well-shaped ass. She didn't have panty lines either so that told me she had a fondness for thong underwear. As for her tits all I could say is that she had a set. I didn't know what shape they were in because she wore loose turtleneck pullover sweaters or high collar button down blouses. The one feature I did like about Mrs. Schultz was her lips. They were full with just a little pout. Absolutely perfect lips for cock sucking.
Our job would be simple enough. Beaner and I would go from department to department gathering up files. The files would then be scanned and burned onto CD's. Then we would data entry the file numbers.
"The job may not be rocket science," she said, "but it is the hub of our business."
It may have been a hub of business, but to us it was poon heaven. Every type of woman imaginable worked in the office. Tall women, short women, women with big tits, women with small tits, a cornucopia of pussy all waiting to be feasted upon. Women who wore slacks so tight they had camel toe crotches. Some of them wore skirts so short they would have been better off coming to work in just pantyhose. Beaner and I wondered which ones we would be fucking.
On our first day in the file room we were introduced to the file room lead, a black man named Charlie McGregor. He looked to be about in his fifties and must have been a football player in his younger days because he had that type of build. Charlie took the Beaner and I under his wing the very first day.
"You boys see all that pussy out there in the office?" Charlie asked with a big grin.
"You bet." I replied.
"Sweet stuff." Beaner chimed.
"Well, don't be fuckin' with none of it or Schultz will be all over your butts." He warned.
The look on Charlie's face told us he wasn't kidding around. Any dreams of pumping some office pussy had been shattered like crystal on a granite floor. Still Beaner and I flirted with a couple of the ladies and were able to cop a feel here and there when Schultz wasn't around. I learned from talking with some of my co-workers stress at the office was so high a little sexual play was welcomed.
As time went on Beaner and I became very close to Charlie. He entertained us with stories of his sexual exploits. Some of which seemed to take on super human qualities. Since the Beaner and I only screwed our respective teachers and nothing else we didn't even try to top any of his stories.
One of our favorite pastimes became categorizing the women in the office. We listed them as screamers, moaners, and AWOLs. A.W.O.L. Anal With Out Lube. That particular designation we reserved for the absolute office bitches. Deb Schultz heading the list.
We tried to avoid Schultz wherever possible. Her very presence seemed to instill this sort of uncontrollable fear. She could be easily described as a bitches bitch. If someone told me Schultz happened to be a dominatrix I would believe it.
Considering the job things went along quite well that summer until the last day of our employment. Charlie came into the file room with a pissed-off look on his face.
"Bitch! That fuckin' bitch!" He exclaimed as he walked into the room.
I asked what was wrong and Charlie lamented how Schultz called him into the office and chewed his ass out for not having all of the month's files scanned and burned onto disks. He said he would have to work a double shift to finish up the files.
Since Charlie had treated us well all during the summer the Beaner and I felt the least we could do would be to stay over and help him finish up the rest of the files. He appreciated the help and we all started to work on the files in earnest.
The office was completely deserted by 5:30 PM. The Beaner and I were diligently working burning the scanned files onto disk. As the evening wore on we noticed Charlie was nowhere to be found it the file room. Wondering what happened to him the Beaner and I began to search the office. After all even though we were doing Charlie a favor we weren't going to do all the work ourselves.
Suddenly we heard groaning noises coming from one of the executive offices. As we neared the door we heard the unmistakable sound of a woman reaching orgasm. Peeking inside we almost died at the sight the sight before us. There bent over the desk with her ass in the air for all to see was Deb Schultz.
At that particular moment Deb glanced back over her shoulder at the sight of eleven plus inches of almost fist thick Mississippi black snake and gave what could only be described as a wanton plea to be ravaged. With masterful maneuvering Charlie rubbed his cock up and down the somewhat hairy crack of her ass teasing both her ass and cunt.
I can honestly say we were watching a great craftsman at work. Centering his cock against her ass hole Charlie twitched his hips ever so slightly. The movement caused the foreskin of his immense pecker to peel back as the bulbous knob slowly parted the puckered ring of her anus. It became obvious Deb Schultz's ass hole was not virgin territory. She took it all with a look of sexual joy on her face.
Charlie finally managed to push the thick knob of his dark cock into her ass. Things were heating up to a high flame as Charlie pumped his enormous black meat in and out of Deb's enflamed asshole. I turned at looked at my friend who by now was salivating. Weird animal noises began to emanate from the fat little pervert's mouth. Finally Beaner couldn't stand it anymore. Before I knew it he dropped his pants, underwear and all. With his slacks and boxers around his ankles he hurriedly shuffled to the front of the desk looking very much like a sex crazed penguin. Charley and Deb looked up when they saw Beaner standing at the other side of the desk. Charlie gave my chunky friend a shit- eating grin.
Deb looked up also with her mouth agape in great shock as she stared at my 19 year old friend's thick uncircumsized penis. The middle-aged woman gave her lips a lick, took her hand and wrapped her fingers around 7 inches of prime teenage meat. Deb began to lick Beaner's cock like it was an ice cream cone. Little flicks along the sides of the shaft and a big slurp on the head. Then with one big gulp Deb shoved Beaner's thick man missile into Deb's open mouth.
Beaner leaned heavily forward pushing his groin against Deb's face slipping every inch of his cock past her tonsils and into her throat. I could see shudders running through her body as the two cocks worked at her.
Beaner gave a grunt and holding her face tightly to his pelvis shuddered to a climax flooding her mouth and throat with teenaged cum. As he pulled his limp dick from her throat Beaner guided and then pushed Deb onto her back atop Charlie who without missing a stroke had managed to fall backwards onto the floor pulling her with him while continuing to fuck up into her rectum.
By then I had completely undressed and ran over to the action. I pulled her legs apart and in one rapid thrust sank my stiff pecker into her cunt. Her ass hole and cunt were filled with hard throbbing cock with only a thin membrane separating them. By then my friend had gotten his second wind and once again fed his cock into Schultz's mouth and fucked it into her throat.
It was an absolute gangbang fuckfest. Charlie, Beaner, and I fucked away at all three of Schultz's orifices. We all came at the same time in one glorious syncronized climatic finish. Cum coated her thighs, stomach and ass as well as her chest and face almost making it appear as if she had bathed in thick sticky globs of cum. Then it was over as we fell exhausted around her Schultz was left to lie on the floor glazed with the sperm of her ravishment.
Then Schultz heaved herself up on her elbows and looked at us through cum covered eyes. She suddenly burst out in a wide toothy grin and exclaimed, "That was the best fuck I have ever had in my entire life!"
With that she got up, gathered her clothes and headed out the door.
I turned to Charlie and with a bewildered look asked him, "What the hell just happened here?"
Charlie laughed a hearty laugh and explained how Deb Shultz may look like a bitch and act like at bitch on the job, but in reality she happened to be the type of woman who wanted wild and outrageous sex. It seemed Shultz's husband was a limp dick when it came to satisfying her kinky needs. I just shook my head in disbelief.
It was from then on Beaner and I would return to the company every summer to work while we were in college. Deb saw to that just as long as we groveled at her feet during the day and abused her during the night. |
19,409 | Working the Boss | HappySpouse | NonConsent/Reluctance | 2021-04-24 | 2021-08-23 | 2022-01-01 15:44:49 | 2 | literotica.com | https://www.literotica.com/s/working-the-boss | 1. Emma is the Boss, but she is not in charge. 2. Michelle makes Jason beg her to fuck his wife. | ['Boss', 'Cunnilingus', 'Domination', 'Finger', 'First-Time', 'Lesbian', 'On The Job 2021', 'Pussy Eating', 'Redhead', 'Submissive'] | 4.46 | This is my submission for the [2021 On The Job](https://www.literotica.com/s/on-the-job-story-challenge-2021-story-list) Story Event.
Michelle and I were doing some late-night stocking. I had been forced to keep my doors closed for eight months, but the governor had allowed us to open at limited occupancy. From the first day, there was a line at the door, and after a couple weeks of open business, I was beyond relieved to have made enough profit to update my collection. We had just gotten all of the spring dresses in, and the two of us had been in the back adding them to the inventory for hours. Once that was finished, we were ready to go make some room for them in the store.
"Michelle! You left the damn gate up again."
"I locked the door."
"You know I get nervous being here at night. You're lucky we're friends, 'cause sometimes you can be a lousy employee."
"I didn't see anyone else back there helping you."
"Point taken."
"Alright, Boss Lady. You get the gate, and I'll flip on some lights."
We separated to do our tasks, but the silence of the room was shattered by a male voice, "Sorry Ladies, but I can't let you do that."
We both screamed and instinctively dove down behind racks of clothes.
"No, no, no stand up and raise your hands where I can see them, or I'll shoot you through the clothes."
I heard him say, "There's one," and knew that Michelle must have popped up. I was paralyzed with fear. We were two women in a store with someone who said they have a gun. My head was running through every episode of Forensic Files and Unsolved Mysteries. There probably wasn't anyone in the adjoining shops to hear us scream. Someone at the Applebee's across the street might have been able to hear a gunshot from the parking lot, but it wouldn't matter by then. So, I stood up and raised my hands.
He was standing about ten feet from the register. I was about to tell him that he was being recorded on security camera to scare him away, but when I looked at the camera it was pointed in the wrong direction. So was the one at the door. Someone must have come in during the day and created a blind spot.
Michelle looked to me and said, "It'll be okay, Emma." She seemed nervous, but unafraid, and I felt calmer after seeing her.
"Get over here and put your phones on the counter."
I walked slowly, but with every second I was still alive, I felt calmer. Really, I think it was just how together Michelle looked that soothed me. My eyes had adjusted to the dark well enough to see that she had actually rolled her eyes at how slowly I was moving. It was like she was just checking her watch for this to be over.
I put my phone on the counter. He told me to put my hands down and open the register. I said, "I'm sorry, but there's no money in there. We empty it at close and there's a timer on our safe. We can't get any money until 8:30 AM tomorrow."
"Shit!"
I tried to calm him, "I'm sorry. We're insured. I'd give it to you if it were there."
"Just show me the empty tray. How can I be sure you're not lying?"
Michelle chimed in with, "I'm sorry Emma."
"Sorry for what?"
"I didn't actually empty the register. I'm opening alone tomorrow, and I just didn't feel like messing with it."
I popped open the register and was relieved to see money in there. Something struck me as odd about it, but I couldn't quite figure out what. I was just happy that the man could get what he came for. Hopefully, he would leave, and leave us alone.
"Nice work ladies. Now you bring the money and your phones. Wait! Why is there only one phone?" He pointed the gun at Michelle. "Put your fuckin phone on the counter right now!"
"I can't. It's in the back. I can get it real quick."
"No you fuckin can't. I'm not letting you out of my sight much less with a damn phone. Empty your pockets. Wait, never mind. Take off your clothes."
"What!?"
"I don't trust you not to have stashed your phone while you were ducked down. You act too much like you know something. Look, I don't want to hurt anyone, but I want to go to prison even less. Get naked or get dead."
I was starting to think that Michelle was some kind of superhero. Even while being forced to strip, she didn't seem upset at all. If anything, I would describe her mannerisms as impatient. Until that is, she started taking off her clothes. Then she seemed something different altogether.
She dropped the blazer we wear as our uniform behind her on the floor revealing a spaghetti strap cami tucked into her pencil skirt. Then things got weird. Instead of pulling it over her head, she crossed her arms to slide her cami and bra straps off at the same time and began to slowly glide them down her arms. I assumed she was trying to seduce the criminal, but why? He was about to take the money and leave.
Then her eyes looked right into mine, her lips parted just slightly, and her breasts sprang free. They were full and heavy, her nipples ready to cut glass. Why was she looking at me? Was I supposed to do something while he was distracted? If I was, then I was failing, but I was frozen. Maybe it was the adrenaline or maybe it was my pounding heart, but seeing her hardened nipples made me aware of my own rubbing against my bra. More than that, my pussy was wet. I wished she'd stop looking in my eyes. What the hell was happening? Is that how people react to mortal danger?
Michelle was sliding all her clothes over her hips at once. Her top and her bra were joined by her skirt, hose, and underwear. As the clothes lowered, there was indeed something stashed in her underwear, but it wasn't a phone. Resting on her underwear, riding them down her legs like it was taking the elevator, was an egg shaped vibrator.
"Whoa, what is that?!" said the criminal who had no right to judge my friend.
"I like to wear it at work sometimes. Makes the day more interesting."
"It's really none of your business," I said confidently, defiantly even. I felt like Michelle could no longer be the assured one, now that she was vulnerable and exposed, but then I instantly regretted provoking him.
"Put it back in."
"Excuse me?"
"Put it back in. It isn't a question."
"Okay, okay, but I'm going to need it turned on. It has a remote in the pocket of my blazer." Michelle bent to reach for her pile of clothes but was stopped.
"No, I still don't trust you. Kick your clothes over to your friend, she can turn it on for you."
Michelle hooked her toes under her clothes and flung them over to me. I fished in her jacket pocket and sure enough, there was a simple remote with an on/off switch in the inside pocket.
"Good. Now, switch it on and take off your clothes."
"My clothes? Why?"
"I don't know what kind of gadgetry you might be hiding. Plus, it will buy me a little more time when I leave. Like I said, I'm not planning on hurting anyone. Do what I say, and everyone stays alive. Now take off your clothes and bring them to me with the cash and your phone."
"Emma?" Michelle said timidly.
"What?" I was so concerned for her, not only nude, but forced to perform.
"That remote has to be very close to the egg to work."
I closed the distance between us, surprised that the gunman didn't protest, and I asked, "Is it working now."
"No. Turn it off then on again."
I could hear it start to buzz quietly and wondered how many times she had had it inside of her when we were working, or even when we were talking to each other. Had it been on while we were sorting dresses in the back? I had the sudden crazy urge to go back to the pile of clothes and see if her panties were wet.
She started circling the buzzing toy on her clit and along her lips. We were so close I could smell her. I could smell all of her. I could smell the shampoo in her hair, the soap on her skin, and I could smell the excitement building in her pussy as I watched her work it with the egg. I should've looked away, but it didn't even occur to me in the moment.
"I told you to take off your clothes."
Suddenly, I was panicked, as panicked as I had been when I first heard his voice. I couldn't take my clothes off now. My body was betraying me. I was soaked, and the thought of being exposed was only making it worse.
"Take. Them. Off."
I heard a clicking sound come from the gun. I didn't know much about guns, but I knew that whatever that sound was, he was one step closer to killing me. So, I took my clothes off next to my friend while she slid a vibrator into her pussy.
I didn't want it to be erotic, but it was. There was a soft moan when she inserted it and she was clearly staring at my puffy pink nipples. Then, when I slid my bottoms off, her eyes grew wide seeing the glistening red hairs on my sopping wet pussy. She looked into my ashamed green eyes, but there was no shame on her face. There was hunger.
"Jesus Christ, are you two lesbians?"
"No," we both said in sit-com unison.
"Are you sure? 'Cause you two look down to fuck."
"Please don't do that. I'd rather die." I said it and I meant it.
"I ain't no rapist, but your friend there looks to be in a state."
"Well, you made her wear a vibrator. What do you expect?"
"I expect a good friend like you to give her a hand with her situation."
"We told you we aren't lesbians." Then I added, "I'm married."
"I'll make you a deal. Throw me the money, and then I'll leave right after you help her cum. She's already close. It'll be easy."
"You're disgusting."
"I won't lay a finger on you. I'll stay all the way over here and leave the fingering to you."
"That's not even how she...never mind."
"Not how she what?"
Michelle chimed in sounding weak and pitiful, and for the first time, ashamed, "I can only cum with tongues and toys. I've never gotten off on fingers." It was a fact I had learned less than a week ago. We were discussing our sex lives, the way friends often do, and it came up that she didn't have her first orgasm until she was 20, the first time someone went down on her.
"Well, this just got better."
I pleaded, "I don't know how...I'm married." I kept adding that part, like it would matter to this scumbag.
"It's not rocket science." He pointed at me. "You throw me the money." Then, he pointed at Michelle. "You drag that chair over from the dressing room and have a seat."
I grabbed the money to throw it over, then decided to put a hair tie from the counter around it first, so it wouldn't scatter everywhere. That was when I realized what was so odd about the cash register earlier. It was all bills. There wasn't a bit of change in the drawer. I should have figured it out then, but there was too much going on. I flung the money over to the gunman while Michelle pulled over the armchair and sat down, her legs spread obscenely.
The worst part was, I wanted it. I didn't know if it was the situation, the adrenaline, or just Michelle; but he was right. If he wasn't there, I might have already been on her. She was sitting in the chair with her glistening pussy scooted to the edge waiting for me. Her skin was flush, and her hair was down around her shoulders and breasts. She was breathing in heaves and staring into my eyes. The intensity in her eyes, in her whole person, was hypnotic.
I closed the distance between us and got on my knees before her. She licked her lips and I licked mine. Her hips rolled slightly, her body twisting, her pussy reaching for me, calling for me, begging for me. I could feel the gun behind me, but it was fading ever more into the background. I was not being pushed forward by him. I was being pulled forward by her.
An inch away, I could smell her again. It was all for me. I was wet because of her, and she was wet because of me. I could hear the low hum of the egg inside her, but that wasn't why she was flooded. It was because I was about to eat her pussy, and we both knew it. I wanted it to be because of the egg. I wanted to only be doing this for fear of death. I backed my face up a couple of inches, trying to be scared and angry instead of hungry and aroused.
The moonlight was streaming into the dark store and it made Michelle's shining pussy look magical. A bright reflection caught my eye. It was a single teardrop of arousal that had collected at the bottom of her lips. It swelled and filled like a raindrop ready to fall from the clouds. My tongue rolled in my mouth, wanting it. I could still smell her. Her scent filled my nose and mouth, pure femininity. It took me over, and I leaned forward, catching the precarious droplet on my tongue.
My life was never the same again.
Michelle moaned at the contact, and I slid my tongue inside of her. I pushed and reached until the tendons connecting my tongue screamed in protest. I could feel the egg inside of her as I curved my tongue, licking her walls tasting all that was within my reach. She tasted like everything. I tasted sweet, I tasted salt, I tasted savory, I tasted metal, I tasted life, I tasted Michelle, I tasted my future.
I had tapped her like a maple tree and the lubrication that had gathered around the egg ran across all sides of my tongue like pirates swinging from one ship to another. Her essence filled my mouth, my throat, my sinuses, and my brain. My nose was crammed into her folds and I began to suck on her for nourishment. I had never been so aroused in my life. I began to feel woozy, and when I opened my eyes for the first time, I could see black spots forming and growing. Some reflex pulled me away and I sucked in an enormous breath.
I was panting heavily trying to regain my breath and Michelle was looking at me again. That way. That intense stare. Her eyes were commanding me to finish the job, but I got scared. I had gotten so lost I forgot to breathe. It was too intense. I was aware again, like I had broken some spell, then...
She reached behind my head,
and smashed my face into her pussy, grinding up and down. My nose and mouth slid effortlessly across her wet lips. The contours of my face were only the textures of her sex toy. Her hand held me firmly against her and I caught breath when I could, while she fucked my face.
Then I felt it, just above her inner lips, a small, hard bud. It traveled down my face and pulled on my bottom lip before returning up to the bridge of my nose. On the next pass, I caught it in a kiss, sucking it into my mouth, and she froze. I could feel the electricity coursing through her when I started rubbing it with my tongue.
Her hand tightened around a fist of my red hair, pulling deliciously at a thousand roots. I released the suction and started lapping at it like a dog. I wrapped my arms around her thighs and lapped and licked and flicked and sucked. My tongue beat that nub six ways from Sunday before I found the way. I tilted my head to the right, flicking my tongue diagonally across her hood. She drew in a raspy breath, and I knew I had her. For the first time that night, I felt like I was in charge of something. I got to decide if, when, and how she came.
"That's right you slut." Her voice shocked me, but my tongue didn't dare lose its progress. "That's right. Eat it, Slut."
I thought maybe she Just needed dirty talk to get off, so I dismissed it. She was getting very close. I could feel it in her body and hear it in her voice.
I moved my right hand, and I started touching myself.
"That's right. You know what you are. You want to cum too, don't you?"
I managed a muffled "Uh-hu" around my tongue.
"You're not allowed to, yet."
I continued to touch myself. Maybe I was a slut. I was buck naked, eating pussy, rubbing my clit with a gun pointed at me, and I felt like it was the greatest moment of my life. If that's what being a slut feels like, then that's what I wanted. Oh well, but my right hand was my own and would do what I...
**SLAP**
"What the fuck Michelle?"
"Get back to work" She ordered, and I wrapped my arm back around her thigh. She tasted so good, I had tasted myself off of fingers and dicks, but I didn't taste like her. It was like heroin. I was an addict from the first hit. I would do what she said, as long as I could get my fix.
In less than a minute I had her teetering on the edge again, giving my all to push her over. Nothing mattered more than getting her to cum.
"He's gone you know. Oh, that's good right there, right there. He left a couple minutes ago, after you gave him the money. Oh, yes, don't stop. We're all alone, and I'll cum for you if you want it. Keep licking if you want it."
Was it still dirty talk? Did he really leave? Did she watch him leave while I was eating her pussy? No, he must have still been there. That's why we were doing it, right? Regardless, I was gonna make her cum like my life depended on it, because maybe it did.
"Oh, fuck, Emma, I'll cum for you. I'm cumming. I'm cumming. Emma, Emma, Emma, Emma, Emma, Emma!"
Her hand twisted the fist-full of my hair. Her thighs squeezed my head. She bent in the middle lifting her back off the chair. A brief moment of deafening silence before a guttural, primal sound rattled through her chest. Her hips bucked and she cast me to the floor.
While she was catching her breath, I turned my head to check on the gunman. He was gone. I wasn't surprised. I tried to convince myself that it was dirty talk, but I had believed her. I thought I knew Michelle. We'd been friends for over a year. But this was like a whole different person living in her body. A person I did not know. A person that frightened me. A person I wanted to fuck so bad, I'd sell my soul for one more go.
"That's right Emma, he's gone. You ate my pussy because you liked it."
"You liked it, too." My best effort at a comeback, lying naked on my back with her cum on my face.
"You're right, Emma. I fuckin loved it. I knew I would. That's why I paid for it."
It all made sense. That's why the cash in the drawer wasn't right. It wasn't from the day's business; Michelle had put it in there as payment for the "robber". She had created the blind spot in the cameras. She had seduced me from the first article of clothing all the way through her orgasm. It occurred to me then, that the secret she had shared about only cumming on tongues and toys was probably just part of the set-up.
I was working up to some indignant complaint, but then she was on me. She pushed my shoulders down onto the carpet, and my thankful pussy welcomed two of her fingers. I bit my lip and moaned like the whore I must have been. I had been so wronged. I should have been furious, but I just wanted her to fuck me.
Michelle's fingers curved inside of me. The previously untouched region of my pussy was happy to be explored. Her fingers expertly stroked and massaged every part I never knew I needed to be touched. I felt an odd pressure building. It was like the whole inside of my pussy had swelled, increasing sensation around her fingers. It was an incredible set of new sensations. After a moment, she took her fingers out of me, I felt empty, abandoned, exposed, and manipulated. Her spell had broken again. It was like lifting my head above water for the final time before accepting my fate. Then, I felt the vibrating egg, still slick with her juices, slide into me, and I was her slave again.
She started lightly circling my clit with her fingertip while the egg danced inside of me. The pressure that had filled my pussy felt like it had expanded to my whole body. It was frighteningly intense, like I would explode. My head was swimming, I needed release.
"Do you want to cum, Emma?"
"Yes."
"Yes, what?"
"Yes, I want to cum." My whole body felt like it was floating on waves.
"Call me Mistress."
Somewhere in the back of my mind, a rational voice was screaming about the absurdity, the audacity. My lips tried to form some salient point through all the moans, but all that I could manage to squeak out was, "Please."
"Please, who?" She stopped rubbing my clit.
The egg was still jostling away, but it wasn't enough. There was so much pressure. It had to be released. I reached my hand down, and it was swatted away.
"Please, Mistress, please let me cum."
"That's a good little redhead, and good little redheads get rewarded." She started stroking my clit faster than before. "I bet you'd like to eat my pussy again, wouldn't you? Sluts love eatin' pussy."
"Yes mistress"
Never stopping the good work on my clit, she spun her body around and sat her pussy on my mouth. My tongue registered that drug again, and all the pressure went out of my body. Everything inside of me rushed toward my pussy like a whirlpool. The release of my orgasm was beyond any feeling of satisfaction I could have imagined. Michelle humped at my open mouth and I moaned into her pussy while I came.
I could feel it gushing over my ass and making a puddle under my hips. My body thrashed making the carpet squish beneath me. I regained enough control to search for Michelle's clit again, but she told me to stick my tongue out and hold it. She lowered herself onto my tongue and started stroking it with her pussy. Without the vibrator in the way, I was able to reach deeper inside of her than before. The sensation was incredible.
While she was bouncing up and down, she pulled the egg out of me and put her two fingers back in. She was steering everything, but I had never felt sexier than while she artfully fucked me at both ends. Her fingers were hooked inside of me again, and the pressure built with alarming quickness. She lowered her head to lick my clit while both continuing to fuck my pussy and my tongue. She was a goddess.
That time, I knew what she was trying to do, and I pushed with the orgasm. I could feel what had gushed the first time become a spray the second. Michelle's pussy lifted off of my tongue with a final squeezing stroke. She turned around above me and leaned in for a kiss. Her face was dripping. When her lips parted, she dumped a mouthful of my squirt into my mouth. She laughed at my garbled surprise as I struggled to swallow it.
Before I had it all down, she was back on my face, sitting so that I could see her hefty breasts bouncing above me. Her smooth lips kissed me better than any mouth ever could. My tongue found her clit with easy familiarity. I turned my head diagonally, like before, and felt immense pride when she quickly responded.
"Yes, Emma, eat that pussy. You love licking my pussy. Everyone loves licking my pussy. You'll do it whenever I tell you to, because if you ever tell me 'no', I'll never let you do it again."
All of the best sexual experiences of my life had happened in one session with her, and she was telling me that I could lose them forever. It was an unthinkable consequence. I worked harder than ever, my tongue approaching exhaustion. Her breathing became uneven, and she pawed at her amazing breasts. I had succeeded again. Her folds filled with a prize of fresh juices as my prize while she rode out her orgasm on my slurping mouth. I hoped she was pleased enough to want more. I hoped that she would want me often, daily. I would leave my husband to be her slut if she asked me to. I didn't recognize myself.
She dismounted my face and used her fingertip to wipe juices off of my lips and cheeks. The finger was then put in my mouth, and I sucked enthusiastically while she said, "Good job, Emma. You've made a fine slut. Tomorrow, I'm going to come to your house with my strap-on and fuck you rotten in front of your husband. Do you understand?"
"Yes, Mistress."
**Author's Note: The character Emma in this story is the fictional version of a real woman. That woman is someone who did not realize she was bisexual until her mid 30's. This is only to say the author did not intend to imply that all women are lesbians waiting to happen. Emma was a closeted bisexual both in reality and this story.**
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19,410 | Working the Cubicles | Tom_Lym | NonConsent/Reluctance | 2011-10-29 | 2012-01-08 | 2022-01-01 15:44:52 | 3 | literotica.com | https://www.literotica.com/s/working-the-cubicles-01 | 1. A young woman's first corporate job. 2. One door closes and another opens. 3. Good Guy Greg. | ['Blackmail', 'Blonde', 'Conference Room', 'Fingered', 'Forced', 'Gushing', 'Office', 'Petite', 'Secretary'] | 4.01 | em>Hey everyone! _Feel free to tell me what you thought of first part of this novella I'm working on -- I read them all and greatly appreciate and constructive feedback you can give me._ _DFTBA._ _-T._
Rachel was late for her interview.
Actually, that wasn't quite true - she was about to _be_ late for her interview. Rachel was experiencing that frantic stage of tardiness that comes after the adrenaline floods your body - the fear that makes your heart beat like a bongo drum and your carefully manicured nails an irresistible target of nibbling (if you're into that kind of thing). The fear the perpetually tardy experience before that awful sensation of pessimistic resignation sets in. There was still hope, however, for the young girl frantically tearing her apartment over - about five minutes of it. Maybe ten.
Quickly glancing at the time on her smartphone, the petite, professionally (she hoped) clad blond strode around her slightly cluttered (but increasingly messy) apartment - repeatedly checking the same places again and again (just in case her keys had suddenly appeared in the five seconds since she had last checked) in a manner that was more than a little obsessive-compulsive.
Rachel kept catching herself glancing at the reflective surfaces in her tiny apartment as she strode briskly around it - as her running internal monologue got a little strange.
If a woman has a perfect hair day but nobody witnesses it, did it really happen?
She suppressed a giggle that threatened to sound a little - well, very - crazy and settled instead for a self-amused grimace that actually looked distinctly unpleasant. Her eyes scanned over the organized chaos of her recently inhabited home again and again as her stomach made fists.
Purse, no. Pockets, no. Nightstand, no.
Fuuuuuuuck!
Nobody ever, ever wants to show up late for their interview. Some people do - and most people would call them the gainfully unemployed - but for people who need a job and the money for their seemingly perpetually angry Asian landlord - arriving on time was required.
Especially when they _need_ the money - and boy, did Rachel ever need the money.
The last of her once seemingly impressive savings (a few thousand dollars) had been exhausted completing her rather sudden move. Rachel had frantically spent the last week alternating between unpacking, applying for jobs and trying to adjust to her unusual situation.
The unusual situation being that she was truly on her own, in a strange place, for the first time in her life.
The unusual situation being that she actually needed to impress a complete stranger enough to offer her a job.
The unusual situation being that this somewhat crappy-sounding corporate gig was all that was standing between her and whimpering back home with her tail tucked between her legs.
And she didn't want to go back to her hometown.
Not now.
Not yet.
...
Maybe not ever.
It's a long story.
Rachel began to feel tears of frustration welling up in her beautiful blue eyes and she willed them away with arguable success. After clawing through her purse for the umpteenth time however, she compromised with her biology; if she couldn't find her keys in the next minute, she would cry.
Goddamned it. Where _were_ they?
The problem wasn't that she had lost them - the problem was that they had been misplaced from the place she had placed them. The hell was this Dr. Seuss monologue shit? She was losing it. Rachel sat down in frustration and buried her face in her hands. Her long blond hair shrouded her face as her chin quivered. Her petite figure shook with emotion as she sat on her couch for a moment - trying to think.
She was screwed. There wasn't enough time to catch a bus or call a taxi - all she had needed to do was get to her job interview on time and she had - somehow - managed to mess that up.
Rachel was on the verge of tears when her bastard pup, Dogdog, the abandoned love child of a previous relationship - waddled in from the bathroom with a jingle-jangle sound - toting Rachel's minor collection of irreplaceable shiny keys held proudly in his mouth; depositing them at his master's feet.
Rachel and her puppy shared a moment, then.
Dogdog the puppy perceived the shared moment one way - positively - grinning, tongue lolling out the side of his mouth, waiting for his maternal-figure to shower him with praise and appreciation for the metallic-tasting toy that had been so carelessly left in the open by his foolish family member. Dogdog sat with his chest puffed proudly, tail wagging enthusiastically, tongue lolling cheerfully out the side of his mouth. Dogdog may have been drooling - there was definitely an unaddressed saliva issue with the puppy - as Rachel's keys had discovered first-hand.
Rachel perceived the shared moment in a very different way.
There was violence in Rachel's eyes.
Terrible, rolled-up-newspaper puppy-swatting violence.
The moment passed and Rachel settled for narrowing her eyes at the gift/punishment of the appearance of her much-needed (albeit somewhat slimy) keys instead. After staring daggers at her sole-dependent for a moment - she angrily power walked out of her small bachelor apartment, slamming the door behind her unnecessarily as she left. A moment later the somewhat battered looking (but perfectly functional) second-hand celebratory vehicle she had been given by her parents upon the successful completion of secondary school roared to life and she ran for her interview.
Which she made on time.
Just barely.
A little later than Rachel would have preferred, a little more flustered than she would have liked and smelling, a little, of puppy goop.
Fucking Mondays.
Dogdog the puppy cocked his head at his owner's strangely ungrateful behaviour, disappointed and a little sad at the lack of adoration and praise for his help. Furry head held low, he whimpered to himself as he slunk towards his food bowl and joylessly nibbled some no-name dog food and lapped up some water. His primary needs having been met for the next several hours, he jumped up on the forbidden couch (his courage and bravery quite apparent now as there was no chance of repercussion).
Just then he spotted an isolated pair of his owner's fluffy socks carelessly left lying on the floor.
His ears perked up as he hopped off the interesting smelling couch his owner had inherited from the previous owner - his previous disappointment already completely forgotten and his little tail wagging furiously as he stalked towards his prey in adorable fashion.
Time to work.
_____ _____ _____
After waiting in the reception area for a few minutes (and deciding to buy a bottle of hand-sanitizer after this was over) Rachel's interviewer - the unremarkable balding man reportedly in charge of human resources - came to find her. His name was Don. They introduced themselves - his soft hand enveloped hers and he could feel the perspiration (though neither of them acknowledged it).
"Hi," he said with a bland sort of cheerfulness. "I'm Don".
"You're Rachel Wee?"
"Nice to meet you," she responded in a mutually polite, completely disingenuously cheerful manner.
Don brought her to the back to a door marked "Employees Only" ( _oooh_ ) and opened the door for her - like a proper gentleman.
The reality is that Don wanted a chance to ogle the new (potential) employee and that chivalry and horndoggery are not mutually exclusive. They often work together towards common interests. He took in the long, beautifully platinum blond hair (with just the faintest hint of red and pink highlights) and the petite proportions of the woman he would be seeing and working with for the foreseeable future.
It's fair to say that Rachel was extremely easy on the eyes.
Don wanted her, badly. Rachel was beautiful - and completely out of his league. From the moment he laid eyes on her, he knew that he wanted to love and cherish and otherwise violate every orifice Rachel had.
_Don was thinking about how it would feel to have this young, beautiful girl's dainty delicate (slightly sweaty) hand he had encompassed with his own working its way under his waistband to his raging erection - what it would feel like to tangle his hand in the strawberry-blond hair of the tiny nymph standing in front of him and to bend her over his desk, arching her amazingly tight ass towards him. Somewhere in the back of the mind he could visualize - was visualize the right word? auditorize (whatever) the erotic whimper she would make as he frantically unbuttoned his pants, pulled her underwear to the side and thrust his dick inside of her tight cunt in a single, violent motion._
Don had known of Rachel's existence for about two minutes and he was already having graphic sexual fantasies about her. He didn't even remember her last name.
Not that it mattered.
Welcome to the life of the average man.
And Don was very average.
What he had going for him was cleverness and some friendliness.
What he lacked, however, was self-awareness, ambition and basic decency.
Meet management in the corporate world.
The only truly exceptional thing about Don was his libido - the man was a honest-to-god horn dog. Sex was his primary preoccupation in life and everything else followed behind in priority. Nothing about this was particularly remarkable in itself, except for the fact that Don was married. At 31 years of age, working for twenty bucks an hour at a moderately successful law practice - Don was obsessed with a physical act he had more or less become bored and tired of with his significant other. Instead of facing the issue and communicating with his spouse that there was a real issue of physical intimacy head-on and dealing with it - he escaped to fantasies in his mind.
Don - the man who had the power to hire Rachel as the firm's newest, latest, greatest receptionist - gave Rachel the grand tour of the business; which consisted of a few vaguely annoyed-looking (though nicely dressed) professionals busily typing on their computer or scanning what appeared to be large books or talking to people on the phone. After the nerve-wracking (Rachel was usually a fairly shy person - which probably wasn't a great quality considering she wanted to be a receptionist) process, she was relieved when he jiggled the handle of a door to a large conference room.
The conference room was a nicely outfitted, large room with a projector pointed towards the opposite wall and a huge, lush looking wooden conference table in the middle.
Don sat her down and began the interview process.
In retrospect, Rachel probably should have spent more time preparing for the interview itself instead of spending so much time picking out her outfit and primping her hair. As the interview progressed it became _painfully_ obvious that Rachel had no experience in the field, no related qualifications and no post-secondary education to draw upon.
Essentially, what Rachel brought to the table was her looks and enthusiasm.
During a lull in the increasingly nerve-wracking (albeit friendly) interrogation, Don took a moment to excuse himself for a glass of water - giving Rachel the opportunity to quietly freak out.
On the way to the communal kitchen, he was trying to think of reasons not to simply end the interview with the poor girl (she looked like she was on the verge of crying towards the end) and put her out of her mercy. As he poured a cup and took a sip of water, he decided to consult one of the newly promoted partners of the firm to burn some time before he went back to crush the young girl's dreams of being a corporate slave.
The lawyer - Stu - was in his mid-thirties and a real asshole (though Don supposed most lawyers were).
Don knocked on the open door - to be polite - before entering.
"What do you want?" Stu asked, without even glancing up. He was busy watching a movie on his computer.
"You busy?" Don asked, slightly annoyed.
"Yes. Go away".
What an asshole.
Ignoring Stu's remark - as he typically did - Don entered and took a seat. Stu was still intently watching the movie.
"I've got a problem, Stu. I'm interviewing a girl named Rachel and-"
"Is she hot?" Stu interrupted, turning his head and finally giving Don his full attention. "Well, yes" Don replied, honestly. "But-"
"What's the problem?"
"I was getting to that. Well, she's grossly unqualified for the receptionist position but I think she would be a good employee for the company".
The ways men rationalize attraction.
Stu took a moment to consider. He looked almost professional then, for a moment, sitting behind his enormous desk in his beautiful office in his expensive suit - contemplating the information he had just been given.
"Okay," said Stu - "leave it to me" as he got up.
"Are you sure? I mean I can still-"
"Don't worry about it, Don. Go back to your hole and stop bothering me".
Goddamn motherfucking _asshole_.
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Rachel was sitting in the conference room, wallowing in misery when a reasonably attractive (for an older guy), professionally dressed middle-aged man burst in through the door, startling her. The doors had not even closed by the time Stu took a seat across from her and began assaulting her with his personality.
She tried to stand up and stammer a hello but was overridden.
"You're Rachel?" he asked, impatiently, motioning her to stand up.
"Y-Yeah", she responded, with a hand on her heart which was still pounding from the sudden jolt of adrenaline that had been dumped into her system due to the sudden appearance of this stranger.
"How badly do you need this job?", the man asked, taking the seat right beside her.
Rachel took a moment to consider before meeting his piercing eyes and answering honestly.
"Badly", she said, swallowing.
"Okay." Stu walked over the laptop at the far side of the conference room and after a moment hit 'Play' on the training video on the fixed laptop. An incredibly generic and boring video began playing in the background and he lowered the volume to a muted level and took a seat beside her, ignoring the video entirely.
"I'll hire you as my personal assistant effectively immediately. You'll start at three grand a month - and there will be the opportunity for raises later on when you're competent at your job".
Rachel's face lit up with a brilliant smile.
"That's amazing! Thank you! I-"
"Shut up", said Stu conversationally. "Here are the rules; one - never interrupt me."
Rachel was shocked and offended but nodded anyways.
Fair enough.
"Two - I will likely insult, degrade and humiliate you until you become competent at this job."
Rachel hesitated for a moment before nodding. What was she getting herself into?
"Three - I will fuck you whenever and wherever I want".
Rachel's mouth was agape at the nonchalance of the demand. She waited a moment and time seemed to slow as the man with the calm demeanour and bored eyes in front of her waited for her response.
"What?! No! I can't! You can't-"
"Rachel - let's make something clear - you are not qualified for this job. You're young and beautiful - but you have no relevant work experience . You desperately need the job and the money and I'm willing to provide you with incredibly valuable work experience as well as an easy paycheque that most college graduates would be happy to have. Quid pro quo".
Her mouth was moving but no sounds were coming forth. Rachel's blue eyes darted around the room - looking towards the door and half-expecting to star in some sort of strange _Punk'd_ spinoff series. Her fingers and toes suddenly felt very cold and she tried to control her nervous trembling.
Rachel crossed her arms across her chest in somewhat petulant manner.
"This isn't fair!"
"Perhaps." Stu replied simply, running his eyes over her body in a lecherous fashion. Rachel was suddenly aware of the way her arms were positioned and what they brought attention to and her cheeks began burning but she stubbornly refused to lower her arms. Her beautiful blue eyes were starting to water a bit - Rachel had never had a particularly strong handle on her emotions and they were starting to get out of hand. They ran through her body - anger, rage, fear - and they left her quivering.
Rachel tried to gather her emotions and take a stand.
'Tried' being the operative word.
"This is illegal, you know! I could sue you!"
"You have no money to pay for a lawyer and no evidence - but you could try, I suppose", Stu replied in his bored voice. "Whether you like it or not, I am offering you a reasonably fair deal here. Take it or leave it - the door's right there. Threaten me again, however, and the offer is off the table."
A moment passed.
Rachel's heart was thumping. She felt frozen - shocked at the unexpected turn of events that had occurred.
"Stand up and face the table or get out of here", Stu said.
Rachel sat in place, stunned.
"Hurry up and make up your mind. I was in the middle of doing something". He glanced at his watch.
Rachel bit her lip in an unintentionally adorable fashion as she tried to seriously think things through. She should slap him. She should hit him and tell him to go to hell and storm out. There were a lot of violent, biblically satisfying responses Rachel was considering - but the fact remained that after she broke this old bastard's face and balls she would drive back home to where she had no money and no job. Between the shitty job market and the clamoring competition of her peers and elders - she didn't have a lot of other options.
This job was really all that was standing between her and all-too real, terrifying poverty.
"Do I-" she stammered.
"Look - this isn't a negotiation - take the deal or not!" Stu raised his voice a little - his voice heating up. He still looked bored as he said it though. She was looking him over, at this point - trying to size him up. Stu obviously took care of himself - but he wasn't a stallion by any stretch of the imagination.
Oh dear god, was she really considering going through with this? She couldn't. But she had to.
"Okay, well... how would you, I mean - how would we...".
Stu rolled his eyes dramatically as he responded.
"Jesus christ, Rachel. Please don't tell me you're a virgin. Sex isn't complicated - do you need me to draw you a diagram?"
Rachel was painfully aware of the burning in her cheeks. She was also becoming all-too conscious of how the professional clothes she was wearing accentuated her lithe figure. Emotions and thoughts and general chaos ran through her body and mind unchecked, leaving her feeling simultaneously overloaded, jittery and drained. It was safe to say that Rachel was starting to feel a little overwhelmed at this point.
"Alright - stand up and turn around. Let me get a look at you", Stu instructed.
In a state resembling shell-shock, Rachel complied.
She flinched when she felt his large, warm hand fondle her bottom through the skirt.
"Nice ass", Stu muttered to himself.
"Thanks", Rachel replied reflexively through clenched teeth. She didn't trust herself to speak.
Stu whistled a note of appreciation as he squeezed her ass through the material of her nicest skirt. Rachel could only grit her teeth while he inspected her like a piece of meat. At another time, in another place - like maybe a wild rowdy, weekend jaunt at a club while on vacation - she might have actually enjoyed the attention before laughing and excusing herself back to the safety of her girlfriends - but this was all happening awfully fast.
Where the fuck was Don? Was this really happening to her? Was this real life?
Stu saddled up behind her and Rachel felt his hot breathe caress her ear and she shivered as a result. She noticed his breathing grow heavier as his seemingly sizeable erection bumped and grew against her ass as he pressed against her from behind. Both of his hands had slithered around over her body and under her shirt - caressing her breasts, tracing over her stomach and touching her in ways she had not been touched in far too long. Rachel closed her eyes and whimpered as this happened - waves of fear and uncertainty and disgust coursing through her while sparks of pleasure and lust followed the wandering hands and fingers as they played over her body and dipped progressively lower over her stomach - teasingly advancing and retreating from her skirt line. She tried to shift away - to create some distance between them - but was pinned between Stu and the heavy conference table.
Rachel's last desperate defense was to try in a lackluster fashion to pull Stu's hands away as they finally slipped under the waistband of her skirt and then her underwear - she gasped as it happened and desperately tried to grab his hand - primarily out of reflex and habit. Stu's response was to aggressively grab her wrist with one of his hands and control the other by pinning it to her body with his surprisingly powerful arm as his other hand moved unimpeded towards the cleft of her legs.
Time seemed to slow as her new boss's fingers travelled over her neatly trimmed pubic section, taking a moment to caress and rub it and causing bolts of sensation to run through her. Two of his fingers distinctly separated from the rest - she trembled violently then at the sensation - and travelled lower as he gently rubbed Rachel's labia and around her clit - causing her body to involuntarily buck at the bolt of sensation it caused - she gasped even as her brow furrowed in consternation. He somehow managed to strike a seemingly perfect balance between rough and gentle, soft and hard as he continued to rub her counter-clockwise in exactly the right way.
She could feel herself responding, despite herself.
"Jesus!" she whimpered as she felt her unwanted orgasm growing deep inside her.
"Stop" she said, as the purely animal lust began to burn. She tried to move her arms again but it was clear that there was no way to free herself. What was worse was that it felt like what strength she did have had completely abandoned her.
Scumbag body; deadlift car to save endangered baby - fail to prevent unwanted employer fingerbanging.
Rachel couldn't help but give a desperate giggle as the absurd thought occurred to her - though it sounded more like a sob.
"Shhh", her boss panted in her ear as she tried to struggle. In response Stu began increasing the speed at which he was rubbing her until her body began involuntarily twitching back towards his crotch - arching against it again and again. He pressed himself against her ass and that's how they carried on for another minute - both of them panting and gasping and struggling in the empty conference room.
Despite herself - despite trying to hold back the dam of sensation; despite trying to will herself to stop experiencing - cold turkey, full-stop - the pleasure being forced upon her - Rachel came.
She came _hard_.
Her body shuddered violently as the dam cracked and burst and her hands and feet clenched involuntarily as waves of built-up energy pulsed through her body. The muscles of her abdomen twitched uncontrollably as her damned boss continued to rub her at the same agonizingly enjoyable rhythm. Wetness flooded her netheregions and lubricated his fingers, making the orgasm even more intense. The pulsing orgasm riding through her body and mind was starting to take up a distinctly sharp edge and was becoming painful.
Finally, thankfully, he stopped and withdrew his hands.
Rachel collapsed onto the table - completely drained as her body continued to be wracked with aftershocks. A minute passed before she collected herself. When she did - she finally noticed Stu standing behind her, unbuckling his belt. A bolt of terror ran through her at her vulnerable and precarious position.
'Not like this', a strangely accented voice from the past came to mind.
'Not like this'
There was no laughter this time, however, at the strange alleyways her mind seem to wander down during emergencies - only horror at what was coming.
"No - you can't", she said - desperately as she tried to raise herself up.
Stu pushed her back down over the table with ease. The sound of his zipper seemed strangely loud in the empty room.
"We have an agreement, so-" said Stu, somewhat harshly.
The handle of the conference door jiggled in a familiar fashion as Don opened the door - then he was standing in the doorway but facing backwards - talking towards somebody out of sight and sounded like he was just wrapping up a conversation. Stu cursed silently as he flew into motion - deftly zipping up his pants and re-buckling his belt as he motioned her to sit down in the chair she had recently vacated and he moved around the large conference table to sit across from her - all in the space of the few seconds.
Rachel had been hoping somebody would come to help her - and now that her call had been answered and somebody had arrived and she couldn't help but feel like a guilty accomplice. Both Stu and Rachel were busy trying to smooth their clothes and she couldn't help but notice Stu lift his hips up and dip his hands into his pants to adjust himself.
Ew. She gave him a disgusted look and he grinned at her in response.
For her part - Rachel busied herself smoothing her clothes and adjusted her distinctly soggy underwear. Dear lord, this was embarrassing. She was still a little sweaty but the trembles that had coursed through her body had been blasted away by the ridiculous jolt of adrenaline that the jiggling of that damn doorknob had provided.
The training video continued playing unnoticed in the background as Stu assumed his usual bored expression.
For her part - Rachel just looked down at the conference table.
Don closed the door and entered the room with a stack of papers.
"So," he said, cheerfully "how's everything going in here?"
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19,411 | Working the Frathouse | Erotypist | NonConsent/Reluctance | 2008-07-02 | 2008-07-02 | 2022-01-01 15:44:55 | 1 | literotica.com | https://www.literotica.com/s/working-the-frathouse | Judy's college career gets sidetracked. | ['Alcoholic', 'College Gangbang', 'Frat House', 'Fraternity', 'Gangbang', 'Older Woman', 'Prostitute', 'Tragedy'] | 4 | Judy awoke thirsty, like always. She sat up on the sofa and looked out over the front yard of Butch's house, "The Flophouse" as they called it. She'd been sleeping on the screened porch since summer started.
She found her water bottle and walked through the dewy grass to the spigot. After filling the bottle, she felt a need to empty her bladder. Lifting her dress, she squatted behind the holly bushes and relieved herself. Taking a drink of water, she said out loud to the morning, "Drinking and pissing at the same time -- I can multi-task with the best of them," and giggled to herself.
She went back to the sofa and covered up. She felt fortunate not to wake up with a hangover. It didn't happen often. The book she'd been reading was open on the little table, and she drank her water and read while the earth woke up. Bird noises got louder as the daylight grew brighter. The newspaper arrived late again, the delivery guy leering through the passenger side window at her like he had done every morning for the past three months. A flushing toilet inside the house indicated Butch was awake. He appeared naked at the screen door.
"Good morning, J." he said cordially, "Can you come in and pay the rent?"
"Sure," she said, rolling her eyes as she put the book down and followed him inside.
She went to the kitchen and opened the fridge and poured herself a cup of wine from a box on the shelf. Going into his bedroom, she saw he'd flopped down on his back, his erect penis extending almost to his belly button.
She started to get in bed beside him, but he said, "Take your dress off, honey. I like you naked."
She obliged, and took her bra off, too. She never wore panties.
She eased into the bed beside him, then rolled over on top of him, her breasts rubbing across his chest, and down toward his erection. He moaned, and she pressed harder. Taking the tip of his penis in her mouth, she began to pay the rent -- sucking off the morning hard-on. It had been that way since she'd "moved in" with Butch. They kept a weird space between themselves -- he was a rich pre-law major from the suburbs and she was a former student turned alcoholic and prostitute. Hence the sleeping arrangements. But in exchange for at least one blowjob (or something sexual) a day, she got to sleep on the sofa on the porch and use the bathroom, computer and phone. For three months this had been how she started her day. She'd drink a half litre of water -- "rehydrating," she called it -- and not start on wine until it was time for a chaser to rinse the cum out of her mouth. And could Butch cum -- a lot and often -- though probably not more than the average spoiled rich kid at 19.
At first, she'd done these rental payment blowjobs right -- sucking on the balls, light teeth on the head, etc. -- but soon she realized he just wanted to cum and it wasn't going to take long no matter what she did. So this morning, like most, she concentrated on taking the shaft as far into her mouth as she could and letting the head hit her throat. She put her hand in front of her lips and made an "O" around his shaft and squeezed up and down. That was all that was required, and he'd come and be happy. Sometimes he asked her to catch it in her mouth and show it to him before she swallowed it.
He began to push and breathe more excitedly. She squeezed tighter with her hand and continued sucking up and down. Suddenly he thrust high into her mouth and she felt his cock pump and the first string of cum squirt into her mouth. He jerked again and squirted another string and another, five in all. She swallowed it, and with an "Aaaaah," opened her mouth to show him she'd done so. She felt salty strings in her teeth and reached for the wine. The blush wine (Chateua de Cardboard, she called it) cut those strings and made her mouth feel clean again. She hated cum, really. Not so much the taste, as it tasted sort of like the mushroom soup her mother used to make. But the consistency was awful. It felt like it left a trail of sticky slime everywhere it went.
"Thanks, J," he said as he wiped his cock off with the sheet. "Will you make some coffee?"
He showered and got ready for school while she checked her phone messages. Her friend Rita had called, asking if she wanted to work a fraternity party. The frat was offering $600 for girls, and they wanted at least four young, pretty ones. She'd make $150 if she took the job.
She poured another glass of wine and called Rita back, agreeing to work the frat party. "How many dicks and how long?" she asked.
"Two hours -- from ten 'til midnight. Probably 40 altogether. Some will be two-timers, some drunk," Rita said.
They made further arrangements and Judy felt good, knowing she would have money for the next few days. When she had money, she didn't just drink wine from a cardboard box. She went to some of the nicest bars in town, at least the ones that would still let her in. As soon as Butch left, she poured another glass of wine to take to the shower. Cold wine in the warm shower was one of the pleasures of her day. Sometimes she brought a bottle with her and laid back and read while the shower slowly filled the tub, only getting out when the hot water or wine ran out.
Today would probably follow the course of most of her days. She'd drink, including several glasses of wine with lunch, then take a nap. Later she'd wake up and go earn some money. She'd come to this little university town as a student, her parents hoping she'd calm down. After she lost her job, vomited at her brother's wedding, wrecked two cars and failed out of college, her parents wanted to put her in a treatment center. Instead, she'd moved in with Butch, an ex-classmate whose wealthy family had bought him a little house near campus.
For lunch she went to the generic Tex-Mex place and had a pitcher of Sangria while reading her book. Sangria wasn't her favorite, as margaritas hit quicker, but today, she decided to try something different. Stuffed with lunch, she ordered a margarita to go (they put them in plastic cups for customers to carry out) and sipped it on the way back to Butch's house. She fell into his bed and into a boozy sleep.
Butch came home from the law library and roused her at 6. Sometimes he seemed angry she was in his bed. One time, she'd been asleep on her side and he'd stretched on a condom and not woken her up until he was bumping the head of his cock against her labia, trying to find her opening. God, she'd hated that, but she lifted her leg and opened her pussy for him anyway.
Today he just shook her hip and said, "Wake up, honey." Butch seemed to really like Judy, once telling her that "if things were different," he might want to be in a real relationship with her. "If things were different ... " She thought about that phrase every day. It meant the same thing no matter who said it -- she'd have to stop drinking.
She rinsed her mouth with water and poured a glass of wine to sip while she got ready for the frat party. She really didn't like frat boys at all anymore. Any one of them alone could be a decent guy -- someone you could talk to in class about things that mattered. Two of them together lowered each one's IQ tremendously. And the more frat boys to gather in one place, the louder their voices and lower their IQs got. Forty of them mixing booze and drugs and sex ... tonight would be worrisome, but probably safe. Most of them had sisters, and usually there were other women there. One good thing about them was that it took longer for them to get in and out of their clothes than it did for her to make them cum.
She poured some wine into a pair of plastic drink bottles -- a half-litre for the walk and a litre for the frathouse -- and put them in her big purse. Checking to make sure the 36 condoms, cell phone, book, and bottle of lube were in the purse also, she set off to meet Rita, sipping the wine from the bottle. The casual observer -- and the cops, who loved busting people for open containers -- would think she was drinking lemonade.
Rita was waiting at the corner of University and Ballard streets. Judy finished the smaller bottle of wine right before Rita saw her and tossed the bottle into the church lot. They'd meet the other two girls at the frathouse.
They found them on a street corner near the Sigma Chi Delta house and walked on. The other two girls were pretty, and young. One was black and tall with big earrings, the other a short white girl with a slight overbite. Both had clear skin, which was Judy's measure for girls "in the business," as they referred to prostitution. She took good care of her skin so she wouldn't look like just another homeless tramp, too, even though she reckoned she was just another homeless tramp if you got right down to it.
They were greeted at the door by a frat brother with a drink in each hand. Behind him, music thumped loudly, girls laughed. Lights flashed and guys yelled.
"Come in," he said with a big bow, offering one of the drinks to them. "Have some of our Crunchpunch," he said, as Judy took the cup from him. She smelled it and it brought back a memory. While still a student, once she'd drank a good bit of this grain alcohol and cheap sugary punch mix at a frat party and woken up in bed with two guys she didn't remember meeting. She later fainted while running to class to take a Calculus exam and some security guard had insisted she go to the infirmary.
Other guys brought some punch over, calling for Robert to come to the front of the crowd. An older student appeared and introduced himself as Robert, the one who had made the arrangements.
"Let's go in here," he said, pointing down a hallway. "We'll get you girls set up in these four first-floor rooms, and the guys will come in one at a time. Hang the 'Do not Disturb' signs on the doorknob while you're busy with a guy and then take it off when you are free." He reached into his pocket and took out a wad of bills. "Rita?" he asked quizzically.
"That's me," said Rita, holding out her hand. Rita was a good businesswoman and took the lead in all negotiations she was involved in.
"Here's the cash," he said as he handed it over.
Rita took the wad and counted it. "Okay, this is the cash for showing up and offering the basics for two hours -- in the mouth, in the pussy with a condom, no rough stuff -- just like we talked about. Anything extra costs extra -- just like we talked about. Right?"
"Right," agreed Robert.
"Do you have any towels?"
"Yeah, we washed a whole stack of hand towels. There are some in each room." He opened a door and showed Rita a stack, then opened the doors of the other three rooms.
"OK, give us a few minutes to get ready and we'll start the show," said Rita.
Judy went into the last room and closed the door behind her. Inside was a mattress on the floor covered in a sheet with a muss of covers on top and a chair in the corner. Posters of girls-leaning-over-sports-cars adorned the wall, a computer hummed, a candle burned on the desk. Judy put down her bag and sat down. She pulled her dress over her head and removed her bra. Reaching into her bag for the lube, she put some on her hand and rubbed it into her genitals, including deep in her vagina. She rubbed the excess off with one of the hand towels and tossed it in a corner and took a box of a dozen condoms out and put them on the desk near the candle.
She heard guys giggling down the hallway. Fuck them. She hated them. For the next two hours, she'd be their meat -- a nicely-shaped hunk of flesh for them to bend and fold and hump on, a masturbatory aid. Just last year, she was in the same school as these pricks, and while her grades didn't reflect it, she knew she was smarter than 90 percent of them.
Judy took a quick slug on the wine bottle. Doors closed. More voices floated down the hall. Judy put the wine away and opened the door.
A guy was already waiting at her doorway.
"Come in," she said, disappointed when she realized he hadn't brought her a drink. Maybe the next guy would.
He came in and closed the door. He walked to the edge of the mattress and stood there, not quite knowing what to do next. She got up on her knees and scooted across the mattress right in front of him. She undid his pants and pulled down his zipper. He placed his drink on the desk. She pulled his pants and Y-fronts down and a half-erect cock sprung out. She took it in her mouth and sucked. He smelled clean, which she always appreciated. His cock got harder and harder and when it was fully erect, she said, "Why don't you take those pants off?"
He slipped out of his shoes while she took a condom out of the box. He stood back up and pulled his pants and underwear off and pulled his shirt over his head. She sat back up in front of him and began unrolling the condom on his cock. She'd gotten pretty good at this. When it was all the way down his shaft, she laid back down on the mattress and said, "Come on." He knelt down between her legs and she reached for his latex-coated cock, guiding it to her slippery opening as he leaned forward.
She got the head close to her pussy opening. He thrust forward and it went in. He kept pushing until he was all the way in and held still, quivering a little bit.
"What's your name?" Judy asked.
"Steve," he said.
"Well come on, Steve, give me a good hard fuck. You're my first of the night."
She wrapped her legs around him as he began thrusting back and forth into her. She put her arms around his back and felt his breath on her neck. At one point, he pulled back and looked at her face. She gave him the best smile she could, then took a nail and scratched it down the center of his back. That put him over the edge. He started thrusting harder and harder. Judy scratched harder. Finally he pushed as far into her pussy as he could and made an "aaaaaah" sound.
She could feel the little pumps in the bottom of her pussy as he filled the condom with his cum. When he was done ejaculating, he pulled out and knelt between her legs, his condom-covered cock bouncing up and down.
"There's a trash can right there," she said, pointing under the desk as she stood up.
"Thanks," he said as he tugged the condom off.
"You're welcome," she replied. "Would you ask the next fellow to come my way to bring me a drink?"
"You can have mine and I'll get a new one," he said as he handed her the cup and began dressing.
"OK, thanks."
She waved the cup of punch at him as he left, as if to toast the good time she'd just had, then emptied it. If all of them were that easy and nice, this wouldn't be so bad.
"Looks like I'm next," said a voice from the doorway.
"Come in," Judy said to the a tanned guy in shorts closing the door. He wasn't holding a drink, Judy noted with disappointment. She reached for his crotch. "What ya got in there?" she asked.
"Take it on out and see, baby," he said.
Judy unbuckled his belt and pants and pulled the zipper down. He wasn't wearing any underwear and an uncircumcised cock emerged between the teeth of his zipper. Judy pulled his shorts down while rubbing his cock on her face. When he'd stepped out of his pants, she cupped his balls with one hand and pulled his foreskin back with the other. As the head of his cock emerged, she took it in her mouth and felt him get harder and longer. When he was all the way hard, she reached for a condom and handed it to him.
He put it on in a way that said he had pulled a lot of condoms over his cock and said, "Let's do it dogstyle." Judy got on her knees and one elbow and reached between her legs for his cock. When she didn't find it, she looked back to see what had happened and he was kneeling behind her, leering into the crack between her legs. "Cute pussy."
"Thanks," Judy replied. "Now come on and fuck it."
He brought his cock to her pussy and Judy guided it between her lips and pushed back. He pushed forward and slid all the way inside her, hitting a part of her cervix that only got touched when she was on her knees. He withdrew and pushed in again and again, each time pushing his condom-covered cock as far as he could into her. He hunched his body over hers and reached around for her breasts. He squeezed them until it almost hurt. He straightened up again to be perpendicular to the mattress and put his thumb on Judy's asshole and pushed down so that it squeezed his cock even tighter. Judy rested her forehead on the pillow and tried to think of other things while he hammered away at her. She thought again about quitting drinking. Other people did. But she liked to drink. A lot. She couldn't imagine life without wine ... or any other alcoholic beverage. She didn't know how anyone could live without booze. She wasn't ready to. Her thoughts came back to the present as her customer gripped her hips and jerked her body against his, his cock driving deep into her each time. Finally, he pulled her close and groaned. Judy collapsed down on the mattress as she felt his cock pulsing in her pussy.
He withdrew and leered into her crack again. Judy turned and sat down and watched him as he took the condom off and threw it away. He took a towel and wiped the cum off his cock and threw it on the floor. "Thanks," he said just before he opened the door to leave.
As soon as he left, she closed the door, leaving the "Do not Disturb" sign on the outside and locked the door. Another guy was coming down the hall. She quickly reached in her purse and grabbed the wine. Unscrewing the top, she heard a knock on the door as a voice said, "Hey, you ain't got nobody in there. I just saw Stevie leaving."
"Just a minute," she replied to the voice as she took a long slug of wine.
She put the bottle back in her purse and unlocked the door.
"Hi," she said, "Come in."
He closed the door behind him and tugged down his shorts. Holding his cock in his hand, he yelled out, "Come and get it, sweetheart" loudly enough that guys in the hall laughed. Someone yelled back, "Ride 'em, cowboy."
She knelt in front of him and put his fully erect cock in her mouth. He grabbed her hair and pulled her head forward. His curly pubic hairs tickled the inside of her nose as his cockhead hit her throat. He pulled her head back, then all the way down again.
"Fuck yeah," he said. "Can I cum on your face?"
She took his wrist and pulled, indicating she wanted him to release her hair. He did.
"How about my tits?"
"OK," he said
She kept sucking him all the way down the shaft like he wanted. Placing her hand on the shaft in front of the her lips, she moved up and down on it as fast as she could, squeezing tighter and tighter. He put a hand on the back of her head, but didn't exert any force on her with it. Suddenly, he bent at the knees and thrust forward into her mouth and held her head in tightly against his body. Judy felt his cock surging bigger and harder and tried to pull away, but he held her face tightly against into his pelvis, pubic hairs tickling her nose. A massive wad of cum shot directly down Judy's throat, then another. She pushed back hard against him and pulled her mouth off his cock. He grabbed it and squeezed it as another string of cum landed on her chest.
"Goddamn you," Judy said, spitting his cum into a towel. He laughed and squirted another few dribbles onto the mattress. "Jerk!" Judy said as she wiped his cum off her lips,
When he was done he smiled at her, and pulled his shorts back up.
"You ought to pay me extra for that shit, you prick," Judy said.
"Fuck you, whore," was all he said as he opened the door and left.
"Goddamn him," Judy thought. If she ever could, she'd repay that son of a bitch.
Another guy was waiting outside. She wiped down with a towel and asked the new guy as he walked in, "Do you know where there's a ladies room?"
He pointed down the hall, "There's a showerroom down there."
"I'll be right back," she told him as she pulled her dress back on and picked up her purse. Pausing at the door, she looked back and said, "Be ready for me," with a smile.
In the showerroom, she sat down on a toilet and let her stream go while sucking from the bottle of wine. "Multi-tasking again," she joked to herself, "In one end and right out the other." She patted her pussy lips with some paper and got the lube out again. She rubbed her lips and inside her vaginal canal with it and wiped the excess off with toilet paper.
On the way back to her room, she noted that her steps were a little shaky and things were slightly spinning. "One mission accomplished -- I'm drunk again," she said to herself as she veered into the party room for some punch, which a frat boy with sunglasses was happy to provide.
The guy she'd left in the room had indeed gotten ready for her. He had a huge erection and a beet-red face. He had a completely unrolled condom in his hand, and looked at it like he didn't quite know what to do with it.
"Look at you," she said as she lifted her dress over her head again. He really was cute. She took a fresh condom from the box and unrolled it down his cock. She laid down on her back and pulled him aboard. "What's your name, sailor?" she asked.
"Paul," he said as he lay on her.
Judy moved her hips until she felt his cock's head near her pussy opening. "You're all lined up, push it on in," she said playfully.
Paul obliged and she felt the head of his cock poking at her pussy lips. She reached down and gave him a little guidance and his cock slipped inside her. She felt numb, so much so that she could only feel Paul's weight on her, she couldn't feel his skin against hers. Her pussy was sloppy and loose and she doubted Paul could feel a whole lot. To expedite things, she decided to make it a little more interesting for him.
"Want to do it dogstyle?" she asked.
"Yeah," Paul said. He rose up off her.
Judy tickled his balls as she turned around and put her ass high in the air for him to see. Up on her knees, she reached between her legs and said, "Come on."
Paul scooted up behind her until his cock rested in her hand. She pulled it into her pussy and pushed back against him. He started humping her rapidly. Judy dropped onto the pillow and just let it happen. She imagined she was locked in some kind of pillory that exposed her privates to anyone who wanted to fuck her. In a sense, she was.
She looked back over her shoulder at him and said, "That feels good, Paul. Fuck me hard." She added a few moans and reached down between her legs and rubbed Paul's cock as it slid in and out of her. He pushed all the way in and she rubbed her nails across his balls. He groaned and Judy felt the pumps as he filled his condom with his cum.
"That felt good," she lied. The alcohol helped with that part of it.
Paul sat back on his haunches and looked into her crack. She turned around and said, "There's a trash can right over there."
After he'd removed it and stood at the door, he took one look back at Judy and said, "Bye, now."
"Bye, Paul," Judy said. "Maybe I'll see you again sometime."
He waved as he walked out the door and closed it.
Judy took a hit of the wine as another knock came on the door.
She swallowed as fast as she could, put the bottle away and said, "Come in."
A short fratboy walked in and closed the door. He stood shyly at the foot of the mattress, looking down at her. She winked at him.
"So ... how much to do extra things?" he finally blurted out.
"Depends. What you got in mind?"
"Well ... I'd like to fuck ... your asshole."
"I didn't get paid enough to take it up the ass. I don't like to do it, so it'll cost you a lot. $50."
"OK," he said as he reached for his wallet.
He took out his wallet and took all the bills from inside. He handed it over and Judy tucked it in her purse, taking out the lube while she calculated the amount of cocaine she could buy. She took another slug of wine, then knelt in front of the boy. She opened his trousers and pulled out her fifth dick of the night. She'd only worked -- "been on her back" as she called it -- for an hour. She put it in her mouth, glad that it wasn't a huge cock that would be going up her ass, though it wasn't the smallest one she'd ever seen, either. When he was fully hard, she took some lube on her hands and rubbed both sides of his cock with it. She got on her hands and knees and opened her crack toward him. Looking between her legs, she could see him staring intently at her ass and pussy. She put a big glob of the lube into her hand and smeared it on her asshole, then took her finger and pushed some inside her sphincter. She wanted him to get an eyeful, so he'd be as excited and ready to cum as possible. She inserted her middle finger deep into her asshole and gave him a moan. His cock looked ready to explode.
"Come on," she said, wiggling her fingers between her legs.
He scooted up close to her and she took his cock and guided it to her asshole. She took a deep breath and exhaled, relaxing her pelvis and anal sphincter completely. Then she bore down like she was trying to push something out of her asshole and pushed back against the cock. The head slid into the center of her asshole and opened her sphincter slowly.
"It hurts," she thought, "like body parts that are doing something they were not designed to do."
She stopped for a moment to let her asshole adjust.
"How do you like that?" she asked over her shoulder.
"That's great. I am really fucking your asshole," was the reply, and he pushed into her. "I've never done it in the ass before."
She let him in a little further, then moved forward as the pain intensified. He pulled back a little and when he leaned into her again, she let him in a little further before she moved her body forward away from his. On the next stroke, she opened up as wide as she could and let him all the way in. She was completely lubed now, and while it still hurt, nothing felt like it was tearing.
"Oh, God," said the fratboy in her ass. "I am coming."
Judy felt a string of drool land on her back. He had been inside her for less than a minute and was so excited he forgot to swallow his spit. It had happened to her before. He pushed in one more time and made an "Aaaaagch" sound as he began to cum. Judy felt each pump of cum as her anal sphincter squeezed the base of his cock.
"Wow," said the frat boy when he was done with his final squirt of cum.
Judy leaned forward and his cock slid out of her asshole. Judy turned to face him, and taking two towels from the stack, she handed one to him and wiped her crack clean with the other one. He wiped off his cock and threw the towel into the pile in the corner.
"That was great. Thanks," he said as he pulled his pants on.
As soon as he opened the door, another guy was standing there, but he wasn't alone. He was holding hands with a girl. They both came in, the girl looking anywhere but at Judy.
"Hi," said the guy. "I'm Brian and this is my girlfriend, April. She wants to watch. Is that OK?"
Judy had heard this request once before. She saw it as a moneymaking opportunity.
"You'll have to pay $20 to watch."
The girl finally looked at Judy. She felt her eyeing her breasts -- comparing, most likely, and for the record, Judy's were bigger. Her eyes traveled down Judy's body to her crotch before she glanced away.
"OK," said Brian, taking out his wallet. Judy put the bill in the secret pocket in her purse and reached for his zipper. The girl sat on a chair in the corner by the door. Judy took his cock out and put her lips around it. The girl leaned forward in the chair to get a closer look. Judy slid the whole cock into her mouth. The girl exhaled loudly and leaned back again. Judy continued sucking the cock, taking it all the way in her mouth.
"Wow," said the girl. "That's awesome."
Judy assumed she meant that she could take this entire cock in her mouth, but it was barely worth a "wow." It wasn't a particularly huge cock. Maybe "April" didn't suck cock.
When Brian's cock stood at full attention, Judy turned to get a condom. When she looked back, the girl was sliding her panties down her legs. She lifted her straight denim skirt and put her hand on her mons pubis, her middle finger disappearing into a tangle of dark pubic hair and pink pussy lips. Brian was watching his girlfriend as Judy unrolled the condom onto his cock and laid back on the mattress.
"Go for it, April," Brian said, leaning forward toward Judy's pussy.
She guided his cock into her, April leaning forward to get a better view. Brian began to push back and forth inside her. April leaned back in the chair and spread her legs wider. Her finger continued rubbing up and down her slit. Judy wrapped her legs around Brian, whose eyes were firmly glued to his girlfriend's crotch.
"How is it, baby?" asked April.
"It's pussy, and I haven't been in a bad one yet," said Brian. "How're you doing over there?"
"Oh God, it feels good," said April.
Brian lifted Judy's legs up over his shoulders and continued thrusting into her. Judy looked over at April again. She was rubbing harder and harder, her face scrunched into a grimace.
"Let's get on hands and knees," Brian suggested. He stopped thrusting and let go of Judy's legs.
He pulled his cock out and Judy rolled around on the bed until she was on her knees and elbows, facing April. Judy reached her hand between her legs for his cock. Brian moved on his knees up to her, and she took his latex-covered cock and slid it in her pussy. She looked up April's legs to her crotch. Her middle finger was sliding two-knuckles-deep into her pussy, then rubbing up over her clitoris and back into her pussy. Her eyes alternated between closed and open with a glazed look. Brian pushed Judy's back down so her pussy crushed down on his cock more and kept humping hard and fast into her.
"You going to cum, baby?" Brian panted.
Judy looked up at April when she began making an "NNNGGG" noise and breathing rapidly. Her eyes were closed, her fingertips rubbing in violent circles around her clitoris area. Suddenly she exhaled and let out an "Oh, fuck" and orgasmed. Her legs squeezed together around her hand and then opened back up again, her fingers still rubbing hard on her engorged labia. "Yessss..." she hissed as her thighs closed around her hand again.
Brian stopped pumping Judy and watched his girlfriend cum.
When her orgasm had subsided, April slumped in the chair.
Brian grabbed Judy's hips and began fucking her again.
"Let me smell your fingers, April."
April moved to the edge of the chair and held her hand out. Judy could hear Brian inhale the scent.
After a few more strokes, he said "Here I cum." Grabbing her hips, he pulled himself deep into her and let out a groan. April flopped back in the chair and sighed. Brian pulled his cock out of Judy, who slumped down on the sheets.
"Wow," Brian said, as he stood up and looked down at Judy. "That was awesome. ... Thanks a lot."
Walking over to the trash can, he rolled the condom down his cock and tossed it in, then began getting dressed. April pulled her panties back on and straightened out her skirt.
Judy checked her watch again. Only 10 more minutes and she'd be done. Ten more minutes mean just one more frat boy to please, one more cock. When the couple left, holding hands again, another boy appeared at the door immediately. Judy grimaced. There hadn't been enough time for a sip of wine. He came in and closed the door behind him. He stood at the foot of the mattress looking down at Judy.
"I was hoping I'd get you," he said, "Instead of one of those other girls. You know, I was in Psych 248 with you last Spring semester. I thought you were hot."
"I was," Judy said.
"I wanted to ask you out, but never worked up the courage. And now you're ..." he let the sentence fade.
"I remember you. You sat over on the left side with those sorority girls. As for me, things change, things happen," Judy replied. "What do you want right now? You've got about eight minutes."
"Well, nothing, I don't guess. I just wanted to talk to you. What's your name?"
Judy took the wine out of her purse and unscrewed the cap. "Judy," she said as she took a slug off the bottle. "Think you can cum in eight minutes? I have time to do one more guy, and you've paid your money."
"Sure," he said. "But are you sure you want to do this? I mean ..."
"For right now, it's what I do," she said as she reached for the zipper of his shorts. She unsnapped them and pulled them and his underwear down to his knees. "You seem like a sweet guy. Want to cum in my mouth?"
"That'd be great," he said.
Judy sighed as she took the head into her mouth. "Last cock of the night," she thought. After this one, she could go back to Butch's house and flop down on the sofa and sleep the wine and frat boys off.
She brought one hand up to cup his balls while the other held onto the base of his hardening cock. When it was all the way erect, she began sucking on it harder and using her hand to slide up and down the shaft.
"God, that feels good," he said.
Judy let her thoughts wander as she sucked on him. She thought about how things could have been different. She'd never used the word "alcoholic" to describe herself, but there was no doubt she was one. What if she weren't? Where would she be? Would she be like that April girl -- going to frat parties and masturbating while watching her boyfriend fuck a prostitute? Probably not, but if it weren't for the wine ... and margaritas and beer and liquor ... her life would be different. She'd be in college, making good grades. Her parents would be proud of her. She'd still have her car. But she wasn't ready to stop drinking yet, and she knew that was the key to everything. Alcohol was like a force that kept her locked up, leaving her body cavities open for anyone who wanted to stick something in them.
Suddenly, her thoughts snapped back to the present as there was a knock on the door.
"Judy?" It was Rita. "Time's up. You almost done?"
She took her mouth off the cock. "Just about. I'll be right out."
She started sucking in earnest now. She reached a hand between the guy's legs and half-scratched, half-tickled his lower back.
"God, that feels good," he said again.
She scratched harder and moved her mouth and hand faster up and down his shaft. His breathing began to quicken.
"Here I cum," he said, and Judy felt his cock surging bigger. Suddenly it jerked and a string of cum shot down her throat. She gathered the rest in her mouth as he squirted it. After four or five more pumps, he was done and she let his cock fall out of her mouth as she reached for a towel. She spit the wad of cum into the towel and reached for the wine.
"Thanks," he said as a drop of cum and spit fell off the end of his cock. He reached down for his underwear and pants, now bunched around his ankles.
"You're welcome," Judy said as she took a slug of the wine.
"Maybe I'll see you around. You taking any classes next semester?"
Judy snorted. "No."
"Well, thanks, and good luck no matter what you do."
He left and Rita walked in while Judy was pulling her dress over her head.
"Let's get out of here," Rita said. "They're wanting bonus pussy."
"I'm ready," said Judy as she grabbed her bag and got up unsteadily to her feet.
She looked around the room. "Meat," she thought. "Just a piece of meat with holes in it. Fuckers. Fucking alcohol, is more like it. That's the real issue here. That's what makes me meat, but ..."
And just like she'd thought after every trick she'd ever done, "Tomorrow. There is always tomorrow. I can quit this drinking and shit tomorrow." |
19,412 | Working With Christina | juliecuntagious | NonConsent/Reluctance | 2006-12-18 | 2006-12-18 | 2022-01-01 15:44:56 | 1 | literotica.com | https://www.literotica.com/s/working-with-christina | A young secretary is taken by her coworkers. | ['Breakroom', 'Double Penetration', 'Duck Tape', 'Work'] | 4.1 | Christina stared longingly at her car through the large windows of her work. In ten minutes, she would be able to pack up and leave her secretary job for the weekend. Silently she went over her elaborate plans; shopping Saturday, girl's night Saturday night, and cleaning her house on Sunday. Tonight she planned to spend in front of the TV with a tub of ice cream and her cuddly cat.
"Baby, I'm lonely. Come over my house tonight to keep me company, hmm?" pleaded Julio as he poked his head out of the back room. Christina worked for a small business, totaling 6 people, including her two bosses. Other than one of the bosses, she was the only girl. Julio was one of the technicians that worked in back. He constantly had girls, talked about girls, and flirted with girls. Christina sometimes flirted back, but she always made it clear that she was not open for business. She tried her best to always be professional at work.
"Not tonight Julio, I have plans. Maybe some other time." She lied. She was on her best behavior at work. Too many times she had been labeled cold and bitchy. This time around at her new job she wanted to be liked, not just appreciated for her adept skills. And that meant always being nice, flirty, and girly.
"You always say that!" he sighed. Then he packed up his workplace and headed to his car to enjoy his Friday night with another conquest. Christina figured it was about that time too, so she cleaned up her desk and collected the store keys and her coat. She walked to the back room to make sure all the lights were off and tools were put away. Peter, the other technician, was still cleaning up.
"Hey Christina," he panted. Peter always seemed to be a little off. He was in his mid forties, but around her he tried to be as young as possible. It was common knowledge he liked her. She was always polite, but tried her best to keep her distance. She didn't want to be the one that threw him into insanity if she had to rebuff him. Yeah, he was that creepy. While she waited for Peter to finish packing up, she moved about the store.
Christina started at the end of August. She had been working in retail before, but wanted a position where she would be valued more, and work her way up the business ladder. She was 20, a part time student at the local college, and a full time secretary for her job. She was 5'8", not tall, but taller than most other woman. She had a slim build, and long legs. She also had very large breasts. Though they appeared normal on her because of her build, she was insecure about them and never wore clothes that would enhance her chest. Christina looked into a mirror on the wall with her gold eyes and tried to fix the wisps of honey-brown hair that had fallen around her naturally pale face, pouting her rosy lips and scrunching her forehead when she couldn't get the right style. She was truly a pretty woman, but cynically she disliked the lines that were always under her eyes that made her seem tired or her creamy pale skin that never tanned like the rest of the girls her age.
Liam walked into the store to drop off his day chart and bills. He was the sales guy, and spent most of his time outside the office, but came in periodically throughout the day. Though Julio was exotically handsome, Liam was masculine and charming. He was 6'2" with dark blond hair and blue eyes. He constantly cracked jokes and played tricks on the technicians. He never approached her or implied that he liked her, which was nice for once. Though once she did catch him staring intensely at her, but when he noticed that she saw, he winked and smiled.
Peter followed her to the front receiving room. She mechanically shut down all the lights to the store, and then asked, "Is everyone ready?" At their nod, she set the alarm and started to lock the door. She had one door locked, when she was suddenly grabbed from behind and a hand was placed over her mouth to muffle her yell of surprise.
The streetlight glow lit her wide eyes as she looked at Liam as he picked up her keys and locked the other door. "Take her in back," he said to Peter, "Before someone sees us."
For a moment Christina was still trying to comprehend what was happening, but as peter lifted her a few inches from the floor and her feet dragged on the carpet, it dawned on her what they were doing and she started to struggle madly. Her arms were pinned by Peter's strong arm around her, and try as she might she couldn't seem to shake the hand on her mouth. He dragged her into the break room as Liam followed, turning on the lights as soon as the door was closed.
"Well, what do we have here Peter?" he drawled as he approached the pair. Peter let her go and pushed her onto the old sofa.
"I swear to God you fuckers better let me go before I slice of your balls and shove them down your throat!" she hissed.
"I told you the kitty had claws," panted Peter. Already she could see the outline of his huge erection through his jeans. Peter was unattractive with his balding head, sagging gray skin, and graying hair, but he seemed to have a large package to make up for it, along with his brute strength.
"Well she won't be aloud to use them tonight." Liam smiled, and then slapped her across the face. While she was stunned from the blow he grabbed her hands and duck taped them together at the wrists. She got her wits back and struggled valiantly, but Peter joined them and held her shoulders while the job was done. Then he grabbed a pair of scissors and proceeded to cut off her shirt. She screamed and struggled more, but that just seemed to further arouse them.
"Let me explain the rules of the game to you sweet Christina," Liam purred. "You are going to let us do whatever we want to you. You've been a cock tease for far too long and we believe you need a lesson from your elders." He leaned down and stoked her hard nipple through the lace of her bra, staring into her raging eyes.
"You are not going to get away with this asshole! You both are going to be fired for this! You're such idiots, go find some whore to fuck." She screamed. Beneath her angry exterior, she was deathly frightened. She'd never had this problem before. Most men she scared off with her tongue lashing, but these men weren't listening. They were instead slowly undressing her and touching her as she was held down on the large old sofa. She tried to push them away with her taped wrists, but it was to no use. They continued their exploration. Peter held her shoulders down with one hand while he reached the other down to grab her breast beneath the lace of her bra. Her nipple tightened as he squeezed the mound, and pinched and rubbed the rose colored tip. Liam was slowly undoing the belt and buttons from her pants, and sliding them down her firm thighs and calves. She tried to kick him as her legs came free of the pants, but he grabbed her ankles and fell between her legs, making it impossible for her to kick him with any force.
Peter moved his other hand down to her other breast to work both, certain that Liam had Christina under control. He fully pulled her large breasts from the cup of the bra. She was embarrassed for Liam to see how hard they were, because against her will, it was no longer from fear. She was becoming aroused! Liam noticed and smiled, and leaned over her to lick and suck one into his mouth while Peter undid his belt and pants. He leaned up and murmured, "You like this you little slut. You can't wait to feel our hard cocks in you can you? I wasn't planning on it, but I think we should make you cream all over our hard cocks, you'd like that wouldn't you slut?" She moaned and struggled under him, trying to throw him off, but it only worked to make him harder. She gasped as he bit down upon her nipple and ground his groin against her mound.
Just then Peters cock sprang into view, and he grabbed Christina's hair and put his hard, huge cock to her lips. "Suck it!" he demanded. She opened her mouth and tentatively put her lips around it, but he plunged deep, rubbing his pubes into her nose as he grinded on her face. Then he began pumping his long rod in and out of her mouth. She was so concentrated on getting air; she was surprised when she felt large fingers probing under her panties.
When they hit her clit she moaned and arched into it, sending great vibrations around Peter's cock. Liam ripped her panties off so that he could have a full view of her shaved pink mound. He leaned down to smell her musky sweet sent, and as he slipped a finger in her tight sheath, he leaned down and licked long and deep between her folds, pressing hard on her clit. He felt her dewy juices flow around his fingers, and pumped them in and out of her as he licked her clit.
Peter continued to push into her mouth, and while holding her hair in one hand he grabbed her nipple in the other pinched and twisted, making her moans longer and louder around his cock. Christina was becoming insane in her lust, licking and sucking on Peter's huge rod while grinding herself onto Liam's hand and mouth. She was not surprised when she felt the knot inside her beginning to build, but she was when Liam pulled away.
"You little whore I said around our cocks, not my fingers." Peter pulled his cock from her mouth as she gasped. She had too much pride to beg, but she was so close to coming, she needed it!
Liam and Peter looked down on Christina clenching her legs together to try to sate herself while she pushed sweaty hair back from her face. Then Liam grabbed her hair and dragged her to the floor. "We need more room for what's coming next. I think you are going to like it."
Liam and Peter both moved to the floor with her. Liam sat upon it with his back up on the couch and said, "Come here." For a moment Christina hesitated, but then she crawled clumsily towards him while peter enjoyed the view of her cute little ass. When she arrived to Liam, he pointed to his upright cock. "Suck it." She bent with no hesitation and started to lick and suck his cock while he guided her speed with her hair. Peter came up behind her and fingered her pussy, pushing two then three fingers into her tight hole. Again she started moaning, the gravity pulling her saliva down along Liam's thick dick. Peter took his fingers out of her soaking pussy and rubbed her clit making her gyrate on his fingers, then went lower to her pussy again to collect more of her dew and moved his hand back to her smallest hole and liberally applied the juice there.
She hesitated on Liam's dick. She had never experienced anything with her anus and it caught her off guard. But Liam pulled her head up and looked at her face. Her lips were swollen and her eyes were glazed with desire. "Do you want to come slut?" he asked her?
She trembled. Her pride said to say no, but she couldn't. These men were dominating her, they were making her their slave, and she loved it. "Yes I want to come." She replied.
"Then sit on it," Liam said while pointing to his thick cock. She moved over him and positioned herself over the head of his penis. She started to lower herself, but her sheath was tight and he had the fattest cock she had ever seen. Slowly, with her juice dripping along his shaft, she impaled herself upon him. She was so stretched there was no room to squeeze her muscles around him, for they were stretched to the limit. When she made it all the way down his cock, his groin brushed up against her clit and he hit something deep inside her. She was close to coming and she started to move up and down on his length to create friction on her clit, but Liam gabbed her nipples cruelly and twisted. "Slut, you may not come yet!" he said. She held very still, trying to hold down on her orgasm as he played with her heavy large breasts. He moved his mouth to one of them and licked just the tip of her nipple for a while before taking all of it into his mouth and sucking.
She moaned and leaned into him, allowing her cheeks to spread more and Peter to have full access to her anus. He rubbed over the hole, making sure it was still wet with her juices, before he slowly pushed one of his fingers into the tight hole. She moaned at the strange feeling as he moved his finger in and out. He replaced one digit with two, and spit on her to make it moister. "Damn this girl is so tight!" he said as he plundered her hole, stretching it so it would soon accommodate him.
He moved up behind her and spread her cheeks more so he could rub his dick, still moist from her mouth, on her anus. She moaned at the blunt, large object being placed there, but Liam continued to distract her with his mouth and his hands. Peter held her hips with his hands and slowly he forced himself into her hole, letting the tight ring slide over his head, and then forcing his way fully inside her. He moaned at the tightness of her anus, swearing he had never had a tighter virgin ass then than hers.
When he was fully embedded in her ass they all froze and stopped what they were doing. Liam looked up into Christina's eyes as she realized the position she was in. He grabbed her hips and Peter reached around to hold her heavy breasts as they both started to slowly pump inside her. The cold panic she had felt at her position left and she was soon being swept up in the passion they were pushing her to. She moaned as the picked up their speed, grinding into her and gripping and pinching her. Liam moved his hand from her hip to grab her hair and pull her mouth to his. He shoved his tongue deep so every one of her holes was filled.
As she was about to come he moved his tongue out and bit her lip, forcing her over the edge. She exploded longer and harder than she ever had before, sending her into blissful darkness as the men sped towards their orgasms. They all exploded within the same minute, and Christina was still clenching and twitching from her orgasm as they panted in the aftermath. Their dicks throbbed inside her as they all silently realized the situation.
Christina's eyes closed to block out the scene and to hold her tears back. _I really am a slut she thought_. She could have protested more, and she was disgusted with herself that she had enjoyed it. _In fact_ , she thought bitterly, _it was the best orgasm I ever had!_
Peter was the first to pull out of her. He petted her head, touching her hair. She was the hottest girl he had ever been with. He couldn't believe his luck when Liam had approached him with the plan. He knew there was more to Liam's, but he knew he could leave it to Liam to handle. He replaced his clothes to their proper order, and wiped his dick off with a wet paper towel so his wife wouldn't be suspicious, and then left the building.
Christina pushed herself off Liam and fell in a lump on the floor. Her legs were still affected from her orgasm and wouldn't hold her weight. She lied there as Liam stood and wiped himself off with another wet paper towel, and then dressed. When he was fully dressed, he squatted next to her naked trembling body. She was truly beautiful, and he was not done with her yet. He played with her hair as he said "Now, I can take the tape from your wrists and let you dress and leave if you promise to not speak of this to anyone. You will continue your job as well. If you don't show up on Monday, there will be dire consequences." He smiled at her. "I will take you from your home and tie you to my bed to serve my pleasure whenever I wish. If you go to the police, I'll kill your cat, not that they would believe you anyway. You smell like slut too, like you just had the best fuck of your life." She blushed at another one of his triumphant grins. "See, I think you would stick around just to have another fuck like that. Anyway, do you agree to the terms?"
Christina was too embarrassed to say anything, so she just nodded and kept her eyes down. As he cut the tape from her wrists, she assessed the night. Was it really rape? She wasn't too sure. She would stay, and just school her mind to pretend it never happened.
Liam stepped back from her, and she peeled the rest of the tape from her wrists and dressed, not bothering to wipe off the juices that ran down her thighs when she stood. When she came to her torn shirt, Liam laughed, but she glared at him, her normal self returning, and tied the ends together. It created a very seductive look, and Liam almost took her into his arms again, but he resisted. Then, when she was finished, she looked back at him one last time, squared her shoulders, and walked proudly out to her car as if nothing had happened.
Liam smiled secretly to himself. He had no idea that once he slated his lust on her that he would still feel a need for her. Next week would be a perfect time for another lesson for Christina. |
19,413 | Workman | MasterOfGlory | NonConsent/Reluctance | 2018-12-03 | 2019-06-06 | 2022-01-01 15:44:57 | 2 | literotica.com | https://www.literotica.com/s/workman-ch-01 | 1. A housewife is drugged and does whatever the workman wants. 2. The workman comes back with an assistant. | ['Blowjob', 'Drug', 'Exhibitionism', 'Housewife', 'Masturbation', 'Mf', 'Mind Control', 'Nonconsentual'] | 4.26 | "Looks like this is going to be an all-day job," the plumber said with his head under the kitchen sink. His tight jeans showed off his strong thighs, and his t-shirt had pulled up to reveal his chiseled lower abs.
"Oh dear," said the housewife leaning into the doorway. She was wearing jeans and a conservative button-down blouse. "Well, you'd better get started. Would you like some coffee?"
"No thanks," he replied without looking up. She got a mug out of the cabinet, and just as she started pouring herself some coffee the doorbell rang. While she was out of the room, the plumber surreptitiously rose to a kneeling position and retrieved a packet from his pocket. He emptied its contents into the mug and returned to his work under the sink just as the front door closed.
The housewife returned muttering something about Mormons, and proceeded to fill the rest of her mug with coffee. She added cream and sugar, stirring thoroughly to mix and asked, "If you need anything I'll be in the sitting room."
The plumber looked out at her from his dark recess. "I'll let you know."
After half an hour he called her back into the room with a vague, "Actually, I did think of something you can do." She appeared in a few moments, drowsily leaning against the doorframe. "Sure, what do you need?" she asked in a clear and direct voice.
"I didn't interrupt anything, did I?" the plubmer asked, looking out at her with a devious twinkle in his eye. One hand lazily rested against her inner thigh and with a smile she matter-of-factly said, "No, I was just fingering myself a little. I suddenly got really horny about ten minutes ago."
She looked surprised to hear the words she said, and set down her empty coffee cup to give herself something to do with her hands. "That's ok, I'm just having trouble concentrating and I was hoping you could help."
"Sure, whatever you need," she said helpfully, standing flat-footed, square- shouldered, looking to the plumber for instructions.
"If you could kneel down here," he said, spreading his knees to accommodate her as she did so, "I could really use a blowjob."
"Of course!" she said, a bit flustered, "Where are my manners!" As she unzipped his fly her face was a mix of confusion at trying to determine if this was an odd request, and self chastisement for not having thought of it sooner. Her hands cupped his flacid dick and balls, gently pulling them out of his pants. She started stroking him hard with her fingernails, petting and rubbing his growing member.
"Is this ok?" she asked, wrapping her fingers gently around his shaft and starting to slide them easily up and down his cock.
"Yup, that's great," he replied, pausing his work to enjoy her ministrations. "Don't forget the balls," he added, watching her closely.
"Oh, right!" she said appologetically, "Sorry." Her free hand moved to tickle his balls as she leaned forward and took the head of his cock into her mouth. He rolled his head back as her lips and tongue caressed his member, gently massaging every crevice and contour. He let out a moaning sigh, and she smiled to see she was doing a good job.
Her head started to bob up and down his shaft in long, smooth strokes, and she tried to remember if this was normal household etiquette. She had done this before to another man (was it her husband?) and she felt like that had gone well. Besides, this plumber had asked for this, and wasn't that what courtesy was about after all?
She couldn't remember anything specific, but it felt good to stop trying to remember. Sucking on the cock in her mouth felt good, too. In fact everything felt good, like it was the right thing to do. She smiled. It felt great not feeling like she was always doing something wrong. This cock was throbbing thick and strong now, so she was definitely doing something right.
A hand pushed her head back from the plumber's crotch and she looked up inquisitively at him as she wiped her mouth with the back of her hand. "That's great," he said, "You're a big help."
"Glad I could help!" she smiled back at him, feeling a tinge of self- consciousness at her word choice.
"Say, you look really pretty today," he said, crawling out from under the sink.
"Thanks!" she said, standing up. "It's nice of you to say so."
"But those clothes cover so much of you," he said plainly. "You should change into something better." She looked at her clothes and had to admit that they did cover most of her body. "Maybe something your husband likes seeing you in," he prompted.
"Ok," she said and walked off to the bedroom. It didn't feel right to be covered in so many clothes. I didn't feel right not to change into something better. She picked out one of her less favorite outfits, but she knew it was her husband's favorite and it certainly didn't cover much of her body.
She returned in a few minutes to find him on a loveseat in the sitting room. "I thought I'd take a break from all that hard work," he mentioned in explanation of his presence there.
"That's fine, you deserve a good rest. And you were right," she said conversationally. "Those other clothes covered so much of me," as if he had shown her a time-saving household tip. "This is much better." She felt like her husband must also have known this, since he liked to see her in this outfit as well, and she wondered if she should start wearing this outfit more often.
"Good," he said, looking at her as she entered the room. His cock was mostly soft again, but jumped when he saw her. She walked in front of him and stood casually like she had all morning with her arms at her sides, completely unaware that anything was different from her usual day. The plumber started slowly stroking himself as his eyes took in the sight before him.
The housewife wore 4-inch stiletto ankle shoes, her smooth legs guiding his gaze up to her hips. She wore lacey crotchless panties that prominently exposed her hairless pussy lips, puffy and slightly wet, swelling between her thighs. Her torso was bare except for the cupless underbra that framed her breasts but left them completely open to the air and the plumber's lustful gaze.
"Oh yes, that's much better," he agreed. He stood and started pulling at his belt buckle, dropping his trousers and letting his manhood bounce free.
"You have a strong, handsome penis," she said with a smile, returning his compliment from earlier.
"Thanks," he grinned as he stripped off his shirt and pushed his crumpled pile of clothes aside. Now that he was naked the housewife could see he was surprisingly lean, not your average plumber. Her eyes glanced over his muscles as he sat back down, not wanting to make it socially awkward by letting him see that she was enjoying the view.
Her pussy had been getting wetter and she shifted with a little embarassed cough, not understanding why she was so aroused. Seeing the plumber begin stroking his shaft again, she realized she was the only one in the room not masturbating and moved her hand between her legs. With her arousal and the inherent coolness of the air her nipples stood out like beacons, and she wondered if that meant it was going to rain or something.
"Your nipples look cold," the plumber said and spread his legs wider. "Why don't you come warm them up?"
"Thanks, that's really nice of you," she said cheerfully and knelt down between his legs. "They are kinda chilly." She laid the shaft of his cock into her cleavage and pressed her nipples into his groin. "I hope you don't mind if I rub them a little to warm up."
"Not at all," he replied as she gently leaned back and forth, pressing her breasts together with both hands as she warmed her nipples and simultaneously jacked him off with her tits. She rubbed her legs together in an attempt to quell the dampness that had started to slowly seep down her inner thighs.
"What is wrong with me?" she thought. "I never get horny like this in the middle of the day."
The plumber saw her struggle and cupped her breasts, caressing them as she pressed against him. She smiled in thanks, spreading her knees wide and moving her now-free hands to ease the tension in her pussy. He focused on his breathing, trying to keep his dick from creaming too soon. She focused on keeping a straight face in front of him as her fingers built towards a climax. "I've never had an orgasm during a conversation with a stranger before! I've got to think about something else," she thought without slowing down.
"What about this weather we've been having?" she finally managed to say breathlessly. "Think it will rain?"
"The rain always seem to come in spurts, doesn't it?" the plumber retorted, feeling his balls threatening to explode.
"That's," she said, trying to make polite conversation and quell her orgasm while her fingers furiously rubbed her clit, "true."
"It is really damp, though, especially in here," he teased, looking between her legs at the soaked, engorged pussy lips she was fingering.
"Oh God Yes!" she exclaimed, immediately regretting the force of her statement and hoped he wouldn't pick up on how aroused she was. She followed up with, "I was just thinking the same thing," but it was too late. Hearing herself say the orgasmic words was too much and her face turned beet red. She let out a deep breath slowly, with an audible wheeze at the back of her throat as she tried to hide one of the most powerful orgasms she had ever felt.
She looked sheepishly up at him, hoping he hadn't noticed and inadvertently sending him over the edge of his own orgasm. His throbbing member spurted cum up onto her face and back across his abs. She looked surprised at the sudden eruption, but was also relieved that she wasn't the only one to have an orgasm.
As he subsided she noticed the mess, said, "Oops, looks like you spilled a little there. Let me get something to clean it up."
The plumber put a hand on her shoulder to delay her standing up. "Well, you know, it's mostly protein," he said, his tone becoming more direct while still maintaining his grinning smile. "Lap it up like a good little bitch. I don't want to see any of it go to waste."
"Ok," she said cheerfully, and thought, "I do hate to let things go to waste. And my husband's always saying I should eat a bigger breakfast." Using her tongue she cleaned off his ballsack and softening cock, which started growing again as she ministered to it. She licked up his abs almost to his pects, doing her best impression of a dog and leaving long streaks of saliva as she eagerly cleaned off his body.
Once he was clean she stood up and wiped her hand across her face, smearing a residue of cum across her cheeks and licking her fingers as she went. She cupped her breasts and brought them up to her mouth, licking her own tits as much as she could before using her fingers to finish the job.
As she rubbed spit and cum around her naked breasts, she looked down at the plumber and noticed he was rock hard again. Making casual conversation she said, "You know, you're the same size as my husband," and smiled. "Your penis, I mean; you're a little taller than he is."
She went back to cleaning herself off, and the plumber said doubtfully, "You seem pretty confident. Why don't you fuck yourself on my cock so you know for sure."
"It's true!" she said, looking at him like he didn't know what he was talking about. "See?" She bent over and wrapped her fingers around his shaft. "That's where my fingers come to on his cock, too."
"But what about length? There's no way he's as long as I am," he said, tauntingly.
"Here, I'll prove it," she said, and straddled him on the couch. She leaned forward, pressing her swaying breasts against his face as she used her free hand to line him up with her pussy lips. He held her upper ribs, stroking her sideboobs with his thumbs and nuzzling in her cleavage. "Thanks," she said as he helped her lower herself onto his raging cock and lean back. She arched her back to take him deeper inside her, and gasped in surprise as the swollen head of his dick pressed against her cervix.
"Well," she admitted breathlessly, "you might be a little bigger," giving him the benefit of the doubt.
"I told you so! And you can cum on my dick faster than on your husbands," the plumber gloated. "I bet he's never even made you cum with his dick." Then reaching up he grabbed her breasts and started to massage them. "Here, let me warm up your titties."
"A few times," she said as she started hopping up and down on his manhood, plunging him deep inside her with every each bouncing thrust. She leaned into his hands, pressing her painfully hard nipples against his palms. As they rubbed against him they did get warmer, feeding the raging fire in her loins, and between her breathy gasps of aroused exertion she managed a, "Thanks."
"I knew you'd make a great whore," the plumber said as she moved a hand down to finger herself as she rode him like a stallion.
"Do you," she said, "really," as her ass jiggled, "think so?" and her breasts bounced in his hands. She had never considered an occupation besides housewife or maybe teacher, and she was always happy to get advice. Her fingers were flying now, stimulating her clit as she quickly approached her climax.
"Oh sure," he said as she threw her head back and gasped. Her orgasm exploded inside her like the bursting of a dam, and she let out a scream of ecstasy as she manhood his manhood to the hilt inside her. "You're cumming on my dick like a natural cock-whore right now!" he said with a laugh.
Her body was frozen, completely locked up at the intensity of her climax. He laughed and pinched her nipples, grinning when her pussy spasmed all the more around his swollen member. He leaned her forward and sucked on her tender nipples until her bliss had subsided enough for her to say, "Oh, goodness," and pull away.
Her nipples were red from the abuse and she thought it was better not to aggrivate them by touching them as she stood up again. He watched her breasts swaying freely as he lightly stroked himself and smiled. "There, wasn't that better than your husband?"
"Well, you are longer," she started, counting on her fingers has he got to his feet. "And I came a lot faster than I do with him," she continued, unaware of how nicely her breasts were framed between her arms or how attentively the plumber was watching them. "But he goes a lot harder than you do, and I've always enjoyed that. So it's tough to say," she concluded with a smile of fairness.
"I haven't had a chance to fuck your pussy as hard as I can," he said, and she put her hands on her hips and looked at him like he was just being a sore loser. "Bend over this couch like a good little bitch and I'll show you what a hard fuck means."
"Well ok, if you think it'll help." She faced the couch and leaned forward until her hands rested on the backrest like a dog ascending to forbidden heights.
"Lower," he commanded and she dipped her back down until it came straight out from her ass toward the wall. "Lower," he said again. Now her head was lower than her ass and her swaying breasts brushed the cushions with their rock hard nipples. Her back curved to let her hands reach up and brace against the wall. She had seen dogs do this when they want to play, and she wagged her ass at him in playful mimicry.
"Just like that," he said, placing his hands on her hips. She waited patiently as he caressed her ass and lined himself up, like he was carefully taking what she served him on a platter.
When the head of his cock slipped past her pussy lips, she started to say, "Oh, did you want..." and tried to get up, but it faded into a gasping cry of surprise as he pushed her back down and shoved himself balls-deep into her pussy. As soon as his overengorged fuckstick slammed into the back of her pussy, he pulled out to the head and reamed it into her again. She cried out in pain, pleasure, and surprise at the strength of his onslaught and the depths of her soul that he ploughed with each stroke. Over and over he slammed into her, his ballsack wildly spanking her clit as she tried with all her might to push against the wall.
The cry grew in her throat until it was a scream. Her third orgasm bore down on her with all the force of a freight train, but he never slackened his pace. Only when the grasping, clutching walls of her pussy gripped his manhood like a vice and began dousing him with spasms of her orgasmic juices did he climax. He held his throbbing member inside her as far as she could take him and erupted. Stream after stream of his spunk slammed into her cum catcher, triggering her waning orgasm to redouble its efforts as it wracked her body with intense pleasure.
Only after the girth of his swollen cock began to subside did he allow her body to collapse onto the loveseat. She moaned to herself, enjoying the endorphins coursing through her body as the mixture of her their cum dripped out of her well-fucked cunt.
"I bet you've never been fucked so hard in your whole life," the plumber gloated, standing over her slowly writhing form.
"No, never," she rejoined breathlessly.
"Looks like you spilled some on me, though," he said, gesturing to the cum on his flacid cock.
"Oh, I'm so clumsy," she said, sitting up on the couch. "Let me clean that for you." Taking his hips in her hands she drew his dick toward her face and licked it into her mouth. She sat with knees together and shoulders square, her breasts freely rocking as she sucked their emissions off of his re- hardening manhood.
Once his shaft was clean she gripped his now swollen tip with two fingers and held it to the side as her mouth cleaned his hips and balls. "There," she said, satisfied, "good as new."
They shared a warm smile, and he said, "Why don't you get cleaned up, too? And this couch could use some attention as well."
She looked around, confirming the mess and said, "Oh no! How did this happen?" and scurried away to get the cleaning supplies.
She awoke to the sounds of the workman trying to wake her. She was curled up in an armchair and had been having a really sexy dream about having sex with the plumber. Her pussy felt like she had cum really well, and she hoped she hadn't said anything in her sleep. A blush crept over her cheeks when she saw him standing over her as her mind was flooded with thoughts of sucking and fucking his hard cock. She propped herself up on one arm and looking up at him said, "Yes? Are you finished?"
"No, I got a lot in today but I think I need another guy to help me finish the job. We'll have to reschedule. Are you available some time in the next week?"
She was disappointed that the work was not done, but felt too groggy to say much else besides, "Sure, how about in two days?"
"I'll be here bright and early," he said with a smile that made her feel both uneasy and warm through her core.
She nodded and sank back into the chair, managing to say, "Here, let me show you to the door," before falling fast asleep again.
"I'll let myself out," he chuckled to himself. "You get some rest. You're gonna need it."
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19,414 | Workout Girls | pen_telme | NonConsent/Reluctance | 2007-05-15 | 2007-05-15 | 2022-01-01 15:44:58 | 1 | literotica.com | https://www.literotica.com/s/workout-girls-1 | Four men take over a women's gym. | ['Blackmail', 'Enema', 'Mdom', 'Ravishment'] | 4.12 | _Synopsis: Four men take over a New Ladies Work Gym in a partially deserted part of town, holding four women hostage, Abusing, Humiliating and Tormenting them while they amuse themselves doing it. The story has been completed with more chapters to be posted pending feedback and reviews. It is a long story that gets much hotter and more intense as it goes on. This is my first story; hope you enjoy it._
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"Everything is on as planned and all will do as you request," Jim said as he talked to the sponsor of his latest excursion. "Yes, no one knows of our involvement and I will deliver what we discussed... yes, then it's your turn to deliver my reward." Jim hung up the phone.
Thinking back going on his plan ...
His target just opened a health club in a small building without a lot of public traffic. It was completed a few months before and laid on the outskirts of a brand new community -- the perfect setting -- no traffic, no neighbors, no interruptions.
Jim thought of the sign in front of the building "Roxie's Gym" the second line made him smile. "A gym for woman, owned and operated by women" as he thought maybe that was too good an invitation to pass up and with his sponsor its not costing him anything upfront. Not only that, he gets the as much side pussy to do with as he wants.
See Jim was an engineer, not the mechanical, electrical or even civil type of engineer. Rather one who engineers situations that gives a person no way out. The plan was to give his sponsor (Kelly's husband) information and hard evidence to take down his wife. He had set-up and was ready to execute his plan to take the married woman along with her friend, placing both under his control. He enjoyed his work and considered himself a master with it. His goal was to turn Kelly, the Ice Princess, into a total slut, a fuck toy for any dick who would want to use her -- the last stop was to turn her into a whore. Jim guessed that Kelly must have treated her husband badly for him to want this done to her. Then again, maybe he wants her money and a fuck toy.
Kelly's was coming into a large sum of money inheritance but there were some conditions. She had to be married and couldn't be involved in any illegal activity. He guessed Kelly was using the future money like a weapon to get what she wants. Her husband had been getting the feeling that once she had the money, she would do what ever she wanted. If he didn't like it, then it was hit the road. Jim smiled to himself, it didn't matter to him what she had done, any plans she had made didn't concern him. Once his plan started, then Kelly's fate was sealed. The money that she used like a weapon, wouldn't be taken from her rather, she would give it willingly. Over time her dignity, self-respect, and self-esteem, would be taken from her.
Jim chucked to himself as he thought, "I guess the old saying holds true -- paybacks can be a bitch!!!" She treated others like shit. Little did she know what was in her future, a future to turn this woman into a submissive bimbo, with her only purpose in life was a bimbo looking for her next cock.
Jim enlisted some help from three other acquaintances. The first was Buck. This guy would do anything for money. Jim knew if the price was right, Buck would have sold his own mother to the whoremasters. Buck believed that he helped develop Jim's plan, but he was just the one the outside world would see in case things went badly, he would be the one holding the bag.
Frank was another of the acquaintance that Jim had contacted. He wasn't interested in the money, although money was ok and he could use it to pursue his life-long ambition of owning a whorehouse. Jim briefly thought "Maybe he could barter with Frank for a pussy instead of money."
Joe, the last guy, didn't worry about money at all -- his thing was pussy. The thought of pussy on call when ever his dick got hard was all the information that was needed in order to get him to agree to help pull off the plan.
The group of associates could get the job done, they were not soft, they knew what would be at risk. They had to remain firm and hard (pardon the pun) or else their new mailing address would be the local prison.
Kelly's husband informed Jim of a period that he would be out of town in order to make it easier to get to Kelly. This way, he could deny any implication of helping, in case something did go wrong. Jim told him that he wouldn't discuss any of the plans with him for his protection. Anyway, Jim didn't like backseat drivers, and the less the husband knew, the better.
The Target, Kelly Witherspoon, a.k.a. 'The Ice Princess' as she is called by her husband. This stunning blonde just turned 24, with a body to die for. Back in her college days, she always hung out with other hot looking gals. She knew having a couple of hot looking friends made the guys flock and she could have her pick. Even now, as a married woman, she was still doing the same as college. Her friends, Tracy, Terri, and Beth, were all knockouts and made it easy to get some cock on the side. Kelly's plans were quite simple, she was coming into a large inheritance, she had to be married to get it, but once she had it, she would be able to do as she pleased. If her dear hubby didn't like it, she would throw him out on his ass.
Tracy Conners ... 22, and a piece of work. Tracy worked her way thought college as a librarian. She is very introverted but a tease -- the typical bitch. She hated porn but acted as if she was into it, while keeping her hobby of watching classics and reading love stories, a secret from her friends. She has a great job working as a consultant for a local school district. Tracy also uses people to her advantage. Her work contract had a morals' clause, so she could evaluate potential studs without being out front. She rarely went out.
Beth Henner ... 22, another shy one in the group. This junior high school teacher was a virgin until last year. She finally gave up her cherry, to seal a deal of getting a ring on her finger. Now, Beth is engaged to one of those most eligible bachelors, Henry Blake. Henry was local businessman whose wealth was in the millions. Beth knew she had it made once she is married to a millionaire.
Terri "Red" Tanner ... 23, an outgoing redhead who has bedded her share of the local studs. Terri was like Kelly, like to hang around with hot-looking woman, in order to be able to take her pick of potential studs. Terri spends most of her time trying to get Beth's boyfriend, Henry to notice her. Terri's plan was to bed this millionaire.
All these women had something in common; they were all stuck up cunts, had great bodies, and all had a view that sex was a tool and weapon -- something given to receive. Jim's take on this ... they're all cunts and deserve the fucking they'll be getting. Little did these ladies know that being a friend of Kelly's was the worst mistake they have ever made in their life. That friendship would take them all down a road of wild non-consensual sex, rape, blackmail and humiliation. It will ruin their lives, as they knew it.
Jim had indeed done his homework, thanks to one of Buck's friend at the phone company, who was bribed to keep tap on the targets phone. The time was now. Tracy just ended a two-year relationship because the guy didn't make enough money. Beth's boyfriend was out of town on business as was Kelly's husband. Terri didn't have a relationship; Jim guessed it would mean that she would have to give up her secret hobby. No one would miss these babes while they got their lives turned upside down.
Jim reviewed some of the details of his plan, he had to make sure that the telephone line into the gym and the payphone was severed. He also knew that tonight the new gym had only one class, which would be ending at 6 p.m. The owner, Roxie, was out of town for the week on business which left just her friend Kelly and the three other women to lock up. He knew since there was only one class tonight, that the front door would not be used, rather the rear door would be by all the ladies since they parked out back. That would mean they kept the backdoor unlocked, he could have not planned it any better, no phones, no way out except the back.
Jim just smiled knowing that all was planned and now confirmed. If something went wrong, the implication would be lead back to Buck. He was the one who talked to the private investigator, the one who bribed the phone guy for information and the one who recruited the other men ... for all intent and purposes, all thought he was the leader. Even Buck thought 'his mastermind' was perfect.
The plan included keeping them over the weekend taking photos, videos and written evidence of the weekend. Even the weekend itself would prove helpful since the women would be kept busy, others in their life would wonder where they were. They will form they own way of covering up the shameful weekend. After all, it was either that or telling what they did.
Jim figured they would take the shame to their graves before revealing what happened as none of these woman would want it made public. The bitches had too much to lose, if everything went as planned. They would do what ever they were told to do, they had too much to lose. Jim knew well that he needed to break then down and as a group it would be easier. If they saw the other cunts used and abused, then they would be more likely to cooperate. Jim often used group dynamics to control and dominate his victims. Once the blackmail starts, these women would do his accomplices and his bidding until they tire of the women.
Four women was more than enough pussy for Joe, Frank, Buck and himself. That would be one fuck toy for each -- it was perfect, each man would get one woman to himself.
The plan was to storm the place dressed as a swat team. The group of four got into a black van with tinted windows. After they put their swat garb on, they waited to make their move. Listening to the beat of the music through the door, they knew the class was underway; only it would not end as the women thought. Jim made a casual walk around the place to look for anything out of the ordinary. Checking the front door, it was locked, as he knew it would be. He did, however, put a small cable and lock through it to insure no one could come out. As he walked around the building, he cut the lines to telephone. Jim found nothing out of place.
He gave the signal to the others waiting in the van. They began storming through the building, Buck shouted for every one get down. The woman didn't know that they were not real cops, so they dropped to the floor startled and frightened. Frank and Joe went to each of the women, quickly cuffed them and placed a special collar around each of the women's necks.
These collars looked like a choker except there was a battery and electronic package located in the rear hidden by their hair. They were specially built with electronic controls that would deliver a shock to the neck similar to those used on dog collars. It also made it so the wearer had to stay within 20 feet of the remote or get severely shocked, making it impossible for the wearer to run away. These electronics could be programmed to monitor heart rate, as well as breathing, along with movement and can deliver a shock to the wearer if there was a change either up or down. They even had an accessory package that could be plugged in a battery pack. These added accessories ranged from shocking nipples and clit clamps to headphones to drown out noise. By adding a blindfold or a bondage helmet, you could render the wearer unable to see or hear, emphasizing that total helplessness, all-alone feeling.
"Good evening cunts" Joe shouted. All the women were frozen, on their knees. "Don't move and nobody gets hurt," he continued. "I brought my friends with me for some fun tonight and all of us carry assault rifles."
While Joe spoke, Frank and Buck were taking off their swat costumes. It was then when the women realized they were not a real swat team. The women knelt in shear terror.
Joe continued with a smirk on his face, "As long as you do as your told, and obey us, we will all get along just fine. The first thing we want is for you form a line right here, stand side by side." The women were shaking as they knelt. "NOW" he commanded loudly, and they slowly started moving. "Come on ladies, stand up straight, tits out and big smiles on your faces"
Putting down his gun, Buck stepped in front of the women with what looked like a TV remote in his hand. "Just so you know, the collar that was placed on your neck is a special. It has lots' of features. First, is that if you go out of range it will shock you so bad you will pass out and probably cook parts of your brain, so I wouldn't get any ideas of running if I were you. Second, if you try to remove it without de-activating it, the same results as if you run out the door -- zapped until one of use decides to shut it off. Third, these are shock collars built like the ones that are use to train dogs with.
Each of us has a controller and can cause you pain at any time if you don't cooperated with us. Forth, they have medically and motion monitoring in them. So, if you run away, you will get hurt. If you attempt to take it off, you will get hurt. If you are told to keep moving and you slow down, you will get hurt or if don't follow orders -- guess what, you will be hurt." Now that all the women were in line and understood the situation, Buck started again "We are going to split this group of four into boy-girl, boy-girl you know the routine.
"Now to ensure your complete co-operation at all times, I will be handing out cards and pens to all four of you, on the cards you are to write, your first and last name, your address, your home and cell phone number, your email address and email password, your age, measurements, height weight and all information we need about you. I brought a cell phone with me so we can verify all the information you gave us is correct, as well as a laptop computer to verify all email information," Buck said.
"We will be videotaping tonight's fun and games, as well as taking still pictures with both digital and conventional film cameras. If you don't co- operate now or in the future, and yes I did said in the future, all pictures, videos and information about you will be sent to your bosses, husbands, if any of you cunts are married, churches, local newspapers and we may also post them on the internet with all the information. You will not change your cell phone number, your home phone number, your email address or anything, if any of you do, all that goes on this weekend will be made public, which I am sure you do not want to happen. Just to make it interesting, since you cunts are a tight group, if any of you break the rules, then all of you pay the price. That should be clear enough for you bimbo's to understand -- don't cooperate in the future then all the pictures, video tapes, everything will be send out. So, if you value no only your privacy but, that of your friends then all you have to do is cooperate."
"Since we don't want our bitches dehydrated after we finish with questions, each of you will get one bottle of water. Drink as you want, but you may not go to the restroom without permission, so drink accordingly. You will retain what you drink until permission to use the restroom is given, if there are any accidents, it will be cleaned up by the group using you the tool that nature gave you, your TONGUE! You are also going to change into different outfits. Enough for now," he stated as he walked away.
Frank now stepped forward and began "Ok, the blonde on the end, what is your name?"
"Beth Henner," she replied.
"Beth, how old are you and are you married?" Frank asked.
"I am 22 and no, I am not married." She stuttered.
Frank continue the questions asking, "You a dike?
"No I am no dike, I am engaged."
"So you like cock, that's good. Do you swallow?
Beth blushing answered, "Normally, I don't."
Frank laughed, "Well by Monday morning, that will definitely change."
"Ok" he asked looking at the women. "Next lady, the one in the middle, what is your name?"
"My name is Terri Tanner, but everyone normally calls me 'Red,'" Terri chokingly said.
"Tell us Red, how old are you and are you married?" Frank asked again.
"I am 23 and no, I am not married," was the fast reply.
"Red is an interesting nickname. Is it that your carpet matches the drapes?" Franks said as a smirk crossed his face.
A puzzled Red said, "I don't understand the question."
Frank impatiently said, "Let me spelled it out. Does you cunt hair match you hair color on your head or you do get you color from a bottle?"
Terri responded quickly, "I am a natural red head so my carpet and drapes match."
Frank continued with questions "Red, what did you wear here?"
"I wore a top and pants," she replied.
"Now Terri, I need you to be more specific then that!"
Red responded, "I wore a button down blouse with jeans."
"That is better" Frank said
"Ladies, before we go on, I need to set up some rules, when you are asked what you wore here, you are to be very specific, no more I wore pants and a top. We want to know, what type of top, what type of pants or dress or skirt, YOU WILL BE SPECIFIC." Is that understood? We are not playing games, further more, when we asked ANY question, you will answer it the exact way it was asked, it is not a matter of whether or not you want to answer it in a detail descriptive way, you have NO choice in doing so. You do not have to like our rules tonight, ladies, but you have NO choice to obey. All answers will be very detailed and very graphic, you get no second warning on this" Frank said as he looked around. He knew the women were starting to get very nervous, "I asked if that was understood ladies?"
"Yyyess," the group replied.
"Very good"
Frank looked at the last woman, "You, in the middle, what is your name?"
"My names is Tracy Conners, I'm 23 and not married."
"Tracy, what did you wear here and remember what I said before about being specific,"
Tracy said, "I wore a beige colored silk blouse and my leather pants."
"And, when you wore it, did you have a bra on?" Frank asked. There was no reply.
"Tracy, I asked you a question, did you wear a bra?"
"No," Tracey mumbled.
"I am sorry Tracy, we did not hear you and I am sure you do want all of us to hear you."
"No, I did not wear a bra, and yes, I want everyone to be able to hear my reply."
"Very good Tracy. See ladies, she learns fast about answering questions, take a lesson from her. So how many buttons did you leave open on your blouse Tracy, and I better not have to prompt you for an answer," Frank snarled.
"I only left two, the top one and the second one," was the fast reply.
"Why only two buttons Tracy," Frank asked. She thought about pausing, but decided to answer when she saw his finger on the collar remote.
"I only left two buttons undone because that is how I always wear my blouses, with just two undone" she replied as tears starting to form in her eyes.
"What size tits do you have Tracy?" Frank asked.
After a brief pause, she replied, "I am a 36 D," was the soft answer.
"I'm sorry Tracy, but we didn't hear you would you please speak up. I am sure you want everyone to clearly hear all your answers correctly," Frank demanded.
"I am a 36 D cup. Yes, I want everyone to clearly hear all my answers," she quickly replied.
"Well, if you have those big a tits, you must have large nipples as well, is that correct Tracy?" Frank asked in a mocking tone. She offered no reply. "Tracy, I asked you if you have big nipples, answer the damn question!" Frank was getting visibly angry, the women visually scared.
"Yes, I have big nipples" she replied.
"Tracy, any time in the future, you are to dress without a bra and if you are wearing a blouse you are to leave your blouse at least half unbuttoned, if you are wearing a pull over top it better be at least one or two sizes to small on you, is that understood?" smirked Frank.
Tracy quickly thought about it, she knew a reply was wanted, "Yes Sir, I understand."
"You understand what Tracy," Frank taunted.
"That anytime I am around anyone from now on I must leave my blouse at least half unbuttoned with no bra on or have my pull overtop at least one or two sizes to small on me," was her reply.
"Do you know why Tracy?" Frank asked in a mocking tone.
"Yes, Sir, so you can see my breasts at all times," She answered.
"They're tit's bitch," Frank quickly corrected her.
Tracy responded very quickly, "Anytime I go out, I must be braless and leave me blouse at least half unbuttoned or have my pull over top at least one or two sizes to small on me so can see my tit's."
"Tracy, you need to say that so we know you really mean it and are not just saying it to say it, understand," Frank asked.
"Yes, Sir, really, I really want to always wear my blouses unbuttoned at least half way without a bra on or my top one or two sizes to small on me when I am around any people I really want everyone to always be able to see my tits and nipples" she said as tears started running down here face
"Very good Tracy, very fast descriptive answer," said Frank. "You're learning fast, hopefully for your sake, and that of the others, you will remember this lesson and all you ladies will also remember, we do not like to prompt for answers." he added.
"And how do your leather pants fit you Tracy," asked Frank. Again, there was no reply.
Frank addressed the group again, "Ladies, I guess we have the first winner of the weekend, apparently Tracy is NOT a fast learner as we all thought she was ... except that being a winner is NOT always a good thing. I am getting tired of prompting answers from you Tracy, so to show you that we mean business, I am going to place these nipple clips on as a reminder that a question will be given an immediate answer. Remember, these clips have very vicious teeth on them. The clips alone are very painfully. I hope that you will never have to see what they feel like with weights on them, but rest assured we would not hesitate to place weights on them. With that Frank told Tracy to step forward, as she did, he signaled for her to pull her top down, once that was done, he placed alligator clips with springs on each nipple, then plugged the lead into the special collar she was wearing and told her to stay right where she was.
"Now ladies, what we will do now is simple, every time I need to prompt an answer or reaction from anyone, I will place a weight on Tracy here."
"Tracy, as I asked before, how do your leather pants fit you," he asked again, only this time he stood there tossing the weights from one hand to the other one. As soon as she saw that she spoke up "My pants fit real tight on me."
"How tight is tight Tracy," he asked.
"I do not know how to answer that," she replied.
"Well, when you have them on what do they look like?" he asked.
"They look tight," was the reply.
"No, you know that isn't the correct answer, try again."
"They look like they were painted on me," was her reply with tears streaming from her eyes.
"Anything else Tracy?" he asked, "I am not sure what you mean."
Sir, I want to answer the question the correct way, but are not sure how to?"
"Well, Tracy, at least you are honest and did reply, let me ask you this and you will reply the correct way is that understood?" he asked.
"Yes, Sir."
"Ok, when you have them on, if they fit that tight are your pussy lips outlined, can you see your pussy lips?"
"Nooo! You can't see my p..p...pussy lips Sir, the material is too thick," she said as she hung her head crying.
"And, do you enjoy have your pussy lips visible Tracy when you can," he asked in a mocking tone.
"Nooo, Sir, I do not like having my p...pussy lips visible," she tearfully replied.
"Well Tracy, like it or not, all the pants you start wearing from now on will always fit you tight and outline your pussy lips," Frank mocked again.
"Yes, Sir," was all Tracy could reply.
"Yes Sir what, Tracy," Frank shouted.
"I understand that from now on, all my pants must fit me skintight so my pussy lips are always visible," she replied with tears running down her face.
"Thank you Tracy, I will return to you shortly," said Frank.
Buck took his turn at asking questions, "Hey Blondie, your turn to show and tell, name, age, married?"
"M..m..m..my name is Kelly Witherspoon, I'm 24 and married," Kelly continued. "I've been married 2 years."
Buck got right to the point, "You a real blonde?"
Kelly responded, "Yes, I am a real blonde."
Buck used the opportunity, "OK cunts ... it show and tell time, show us what you got ... drop the pants and panties so we check out our new playgrounds."
The women just stood there in shock, not moving, Buck not being one to ask again, pushed the button on the TV-like remote and the ladies felt the bite of the collars that hung around the neck. It was short but it was felt. Still the women didn't move. He pressed the button a second time, this time he just held the button, the voltage ramped up, getting stronger as time passed. The women quickly realized that dropping their pants and panties would be the only way to stop the pain caused by the collars. Each grabbed their waistband, pushed down their workout shorts and stood back up, displaying their cunts to their captors.
Buck addressed the group, "OK ... Some of us may waste time and they may not be so quick to use the collars ... I am not one who shares that believe. I am quick to push the button"
Buck continued, "Kelly, since your married, do you fuck around on hubby?
"No, I don't fuck around."
"Guess that will change," Buck commented with a chuckle.
"Do you suck cock?"
"Yes"
Buck press the button again ... sending a shock to the women again.
Kelly quickly corrected her answer "Yes, I suck cock."
"See Frank what happens when a little encouragement is needed, I get the answers without having to keep asking?"
Buck looked at Kelly, "So you suck hubby off, do you swallow?"
"No, I don't swallow when I suck my husbands cock."
Buck followed up with the question, "Do you take it up the ass?"
Beth, looked shocked, "No, I have never been fucked in the ass."
Buck smiled, telling Frank, "Guess we should thank her for saving her backdoor cherry for us and a throat cherry to boot, too."
Frank now took over with the questions
"When was the last time your husband fucked you, Kelly," he asked. She stood there silent and shaking. "Kelly, I asked you a question. When was the last time your husband fucked you?"
"We... e...e made love a day before he left on his trip," was the quick reply.
"I didn't ask you when you made love, I asked when he fucked you, and you will reply to the question the way it was asked, understand," he said.
"Yyeess, Sir," was the meek reply. "Please don't make me answer the question, PLEASE!!" she had tears running down her face.
"You will answer the question and NOW," he shouted.
"He lllast fucked me the night before he left on the his trip." Her reply could barely be heard.
"You will speak up when you answer the question. We didn't hear the answer, now when did your husband last fuck you?" He was getting angry "Let's try one last time," he said.
"Heee lassst fucked me the night before he left on his trip."
"So bitch, you on the pill, got a trampoline, or do you rely on rain coats?"
Kelly looked puzzled, Frank pushed the infernal button ... leaving it depressed. While explaining, "I would think a bimbo like you would know were talking about birth control. The pill is self-explanatory, a trampoline is a diaphragm and raincoats are good old fashion rubbers. So what do you use?"
"No, we don't use condoms," all the women shrieked from the pain the collars were inflicting.
"Cunt's, get with the program, you'll be sluts soon and you have to talk and act like sluts."
Kelly spoke up, "We don't use any birth control, no trampolines, no rain coats, and no birth control pills."
Kelly with tears coming down her face said, "No more questions, please I beg you!"
Buck jumped in, "I guess the guys are quick to get down to fucking. Then again, guess the sluts are missing their cock quota. We will get to it soon."
"Ok, Cunts, pull you pants and panties up,' Buck told them.
Frank continued his line of questioning. "And did he cum inside you Kelly?"
"Oh God please. No, not that, please," she begged.
"Answer the question, did he cum inside you Kelly?"
"Yes" was the fast reply.
"Yes what, Kelly" Frank demanded.
"Yes, he came inside of me"
"And how deep inside did he shoot his hot sticky cum in you, Kelly, and you better be very descriptive with your answer," Frank warned.
Kelly was in tears, and said, "Please, no more question, I beg you."
Kelly followed that with a scream -- it seems that Frank, not liking the way she was acting, hit the zap button, taking Kelly and the others down to one knee. Kelly broke down and answered "He shot his hot sticky cum deep enough in me. I could feel it all through my belly and body, I was shaking."
"Thank you Kelly, see, that wasn't that hard," Frank replied. "However, for your outburst, I will ask something of you. I want to fuck you right now Kelly, and you will beg me to not only fuck you and shoot my hot sticky cum deep, deep inside you, but beg me to not wear a condom." There was no reply "Kelly, I gave you an order."
She paused, tears streaming down her face. "Yes," was the answer.
"Yes, what Kelly?"
"Yyyeess, I'll beg you to fuck me right now and not wear a condom and to please shoot your hot sticky cum deep inside me, deep into my belly," was the reply, as if she really had any choice in the matter.
Frank asked, "Ok, Kelly, beg me right now to not only fuck you and to cum deep inside you, but to fuck you without a condom on and you damn well better be convincing and if you aren't, Tracy here gets weights added to the chain on her nipple understand."
"Yyyess, Sir, I understand, but please, please don't make me do this, please."
"And Kelly, how deep do you want me to come inside you, uh?" Frank asked in a teasing matter. There was no reply, so he placed a weight on the chain on Tracy's nipples, watching her wince in pain.
"I'm waiting, the longer I wait for a reply, the more weights I add to Tracy here."
"I want you to shoot your hot sticky cum as deep inside my belly as you can please."
Frank said, "I don't believe a thing you are saying Kelly."
Kelly tried again "Please fuck me now, but without a rain coat, so I can feel down deep when you shoot your hot sticky cum into my belly. I really want to feel it being shot as deep into my belly as you can. Please fuck me now but without a rubber, so I can feel down deep when you pop a load into my cunt, I live for that wonderful feeling after being shot with cum from one who is fucking me," was her pleading reply.
"Kelly, are you ovulating right now," Buck asked.
"Oh my God, you wouldn't, oh please," she cried.
"Well Kelly, not only are you going to beg me to fuck you here and shoot my hot sticky cum deep into your belly, but you will also beg me to knock you up and you will use the word knocked up, understand," Frank said grinning.
"Oh, God no, anything but that, please anything!"
"Now, you know what to do," he said.
"Oh, please, not that, what would I tell my husband," she asked.
"Hell if we know, that would be your problem." Buck said as all three men laughed. "Ok Kelly, you know what to do."
As Frank waited for the answer, he just shook his head and added two more weights to Tracy, causing Tracy to gasp from the pain.
Frank told Tracy that she might want to prompt her friend along since if she kept this up, by Monday her tits will be dragging the floor.
Tracy though teary eyes urged Kelly on, "Kelly just tell them!! Okay? Okay??"
With tears running down her face, Kelly did the best she could. She knew if she got pregnant she would loose her inheritance, then what would she do. "Frank, I really want you to fuck me right now and right here, but I want you to fuck me without a condom on and shoot your hot sticky cum deep in my belly so you will knock me up, please," she said.
Frank responded "Well, Kelly, I did not find that very convincing, let's try again."
"I really want you to fuck me right here right now bareback, no condom. I want to feel your hot sticky cum shooting as deep into my belly as it can go. I want you so bad I want you to have the honor of knocking me up. Fuck me all you want but please get me pregnant with your bastard child, please, would you please knock me up, please get me pregnant." She was standing there shaking and in tears.
"Kelly, you have one more chance to convince me," Frank shouted
"Frank, please, please fuck me right here, right now! Fuck me bareback, please fuck me but do not use a condom. I want and need to feel your hot, sticky cum shooting deep in my belly. I need to feel it filling up my fertile womb. Please fuck now and hard, please," Kelly begged with tears rolling down her face, realizing what she was saying and how she must be sounding. "I am your slut Frank, your fuck for the weekend, please fuck me bareback, right here and now. You get my most personal prize that I can offer, to father your bastard inside my womb. I want to fuck you over and over until you knock me up. I want to feel your hot cum spraying deep in my belly, planting your bastard in me as a constant reminder throughout the years that I am nothing but a slut --your slut! Please fuck me bareback," Kelly screamed as she looked straight into the camera, like a bitch in heat.
"Now that is all I wanted to hear." Frank said as he grinned and continued. "Kelly, not only will you beg me and I mean beg me to knock you up and get you pregnant, but you are also going to brag to everyone here how badly you want me to knock you up. You will always be telling everyone here with a big smile at all times how badly you want me to knock you up and get you pregnant, how happy you are that I am trying to get you pregnant. Is that understood Kelly," Frank asked.
"Yes, Sir, I will brag to everyone here how badly I want you to knock me up and how excited I am that you are going to knock me up. And, I will smile as I keep telling everyone," she replied, tears streaming down here face. She was shaking from fear and humiliation; she had no idea how to do this but knew she had no choice.
Buck took the opportunity to see if the cunts had good memories, "OK sluts, time to drop the pants and panties again."
There was no hesitation, the women, quickly grabbed their waistbands and pushed them down then stood back up.
As Buck walked down the line looking at the women, he commented, "Looks like Kelly is enjoying the thought of taking a cock bareback, look at the wet spot on her panties." All the guys chuckled, Kelly felt so humiliated she wanted to die.
Last but not least, red front and center. A gorgeous red head stepped out from the line. "Name, age, married? You a dike? How long have your been fucking?"
"My name is Terri. I am 21 years old. I am not a dike. I have been sexual active since I was 12."
Frank bent over to pick up a weight. As Terri saw him, she realized that she didn't say it correctly and quickly said, "I have been fucking since I was 12 when I lost my cherry."
Frank dropped the weight and Terri looked relieved.
Frank asked Terri, "Since you have been fucking since you were 12, let the boys here know what gets you hot to fuck.'
Terri responded "I guess you want to know what gets me horny. I have found that the key to my panties rests with my studs mouth, hot kisses moving on the neck and up to ears -- kisses usually causes my panties to drop, that is if I am wearing any."
"Ok ladies, each of you will get a card, on the card you will write the following information: name, first and last; address; phone number; cell phone number; husbands or boy friends name; where they work; their work number; your email address; and we will verify all the information. You are not to change any numbers or address, your height, measurements and all information we need, after that we will break into boy-girl groups."
Frank turned to the guys and said, "Get their phone, drivers licenses and everything out of their back packs by the wall over there, with everything in the gym there is no reason for any of the ladies to leave this area. And you, Tracy, you are to put on your leather pants and top back on, but before you put on your blouse, go the sink over in the corner and soak it with ice cold water, then put it on and remember about leaving the buttons undone. Just tie the ends of your blouse under those D-size jugs of yours. They should look very nice on you with wet cold water and make damn sure it stays wet. Keep your nipple clamps on as well as the weights. You will be changing clothes here in the gym. NOW MOVE IT LADIES, NOW!" One more thing Tracy, you better be looking smoking hot when you return with your change of clothes on, or all your lady friends here will pay for it," Frank warned her.
All the women returned and filled out the cards they given, Tracy was standing there freezing from the wet shirt but her tits and nipples stood out clearly. "Ladies, we have decided to make an example out of Tracy here to insure that you do follow all directions and answer all questions immediately. Before we start our fun, I want you, Tracy, to stand right here in front of all your friends," Frank ordered.
Tracy hesitated, not wanting to do anything to encourage these maniacs, but when she saw Frank go for the button on the remote for her collar, she quickly stepped in front of all her friends.
"Well Tracy," Frank asked. "Are you ready to put your pussy and tits on display for me, my friends and all your lady friends, huh? Are you?"
"No Sir, I am not," she replied with tears once again running down her cheeks.
"Well, that is tough shit," Frank replied. "Now Tracy, what I want you to do is to stand straight up, hands on your hips, smiling really friendly and spreads your legs about 6-12 inches apart, you know shoulder width apart, and push your chest out. Then ladies each of you will walk over here, stand in front of Tracy, take a very good close look at her pants and blouse and tell me, the boys and Tracy whether you feel they are tight enough on her, especially around her pussy. Moreover, whether her tits and nipples are clearly visible. Any questions ladies." Frank asked. They all shook their heads no. "Well let's get going ladies, we have a lot of fun planned for you tonight."
One by one, each of her friends walked to the front, knelt down close to her pussy and, as each of them had tears running theirs faces. Tracy was crying from the humiliation and turning red in the face as well from it.
"Well ladies," Frank asked, "Are her pants tight enough around her pussy?"
There was no reply, he started again to push the remote control for the collars when quickly, they all replied in unison "Yes Frank, yes Sir, her pants are very nice and tight especially around her pussy and her tits and nipples are very visible." at this point they all had tears running down their cheeks.
"Well then ladies, should her pants be even tighter round her pussy, and her blouse be even tighter and more sheer? Answer fast or I will push the button!" Frank demanded.
Knowing what Frank was looking for they replied, "Yes Sir, her pants should be tighter around her pussy and her top could be tighter and more sheer," they replied not knowing what else to say but knowing what was expected.
"Very good ladies, and how do you suggest we accomplish this? I will ask you one by one, and I want specific answers from each of you," shouted Frank. "See ladies and Tracy, now that wasn't that hard," Frank said as he and the other guys let out an evil, loud laugh. "Tracy, you will now serve as odd cunt out. We are going to use you as an example of what happens if you ladies do not cooperate with us tonight."
"What we will do first of all is have you Tracy, start drinking water from bottles we give you, and you will continue to drink all the bottles we give you but, you will not be allowed to use the restroom until we say you can. In addition, I will be giving you a vibrator, which you will turn on. You will unfasten and lower your pants down and part your legs in front of all seven of us so we can all see you insert it in your pussy. As you do it, you will spread your pussy lips for us so we can see it going in, and you best have a big smile on your face so everyone here know just how much you are enjoying displaying your pussy to us and how much you like putting the vibrator inside your pussy. You do want to do this right Tracy?"
"Yes I do Sir," she replied.
"Yes you do what?" Frank asked.
"I want to slide the vibrator into my pussy here in front of everyone," she replied.
"And?" Frank asked.
"God, please no more, I beg you," she cried.
"Let us remind everyone one last time, everyone will answer all questions the way they were asked -- not the way you want to. Do all of you understand me?" He asked.
"Yyeeess Sir, we understand," was every ones reply.
"Ok, Tracy one last time to answer the question the correct way," Frank said.
Tracy took her cue and said, "I want to slide the vibrator into my pussy right here in front of everyone and pull my pussy lips apart so everyone can see it going in." she said as her head hung in shame, full humiliation and fear, tears ran down her cheek.
Frank continued his instructions. "Then you will pull your pants back up buckle it and close the waist button. As tight as your pants are, they will hold the vibrator in place. You will not cum, you will not pee, but you will continue to drink water. The vibrator has a remote which I hold, I will determine how high or low it vibrates, any questions ladies?"
Frank went on to say, "My guess is Tracy, in a while, you will start feeling the need to pee real bad and to cum real bad, but you will not be allowed to do either. You will retain all water you drink, is that understood?"
"Yyyess Sir, I understand," she replied.
"Good, quick answers like we wanted. You will continue to keep your blouse wet at all times so your tits and nipples are visible, and I am very sure you want to make sure your tits and nipples are always visible to us, don't you?" he asked.
"Yes Sir, I want to make sure my tits and nipples are always visible to everyone here," Tracy replied, tears running down her face.
"Then as a final touch for right now Tracy, I am placing you on the stair master over there, you will keep using it till I tell you to stop. No matter how long it takes, no matter how full of water you get, or how tired you get or how horny you get, you will continue to use it. And I imagine that the motion your body will be moving on the stair master, the water in your belly and the vibrator up you twat, you will be begging to pee and cum very soon. Unfortunately, you won't be allowed to do either. You can ask permission and it may be granted sometime. I alone say you when, you are keep climbing in place you will continue to drink water when your told to drink"
"I really don't want to do this, isn't there something else I can do, I won't last on the stair master that long," Tracy said with tears.
"No bitch, you will last as long as we say you do," Frank shouted. "Also Tracy, I am placing a metronome on top of the stair master, you had better make sure you keep up with it."
Tracy was handcuffed to the stair master, it was turned on and she started. Frank, taking out two small remotes, pointed one at Tracy and clicked the button. Tracy immediately felt the vibrator coming alive inside her cunt. Then the second remote was lifted and clicked, suddenly, she felt a series of small shocks, rising in intensity. She quickly started stepping, the shocks stopped as long as she continued to move.
Tracy looked around puzzled then asked, "How do I keep my blouse wet?"
Frank replied, "Try putting a little effort on the stair master. See bitch either you will sweat the water out since pissing it out isn't an option, think you can decide how its done."
"What do you mean, piss it out Frank?" she asked.
"Simple, if you don't sweat it out, then you will start to piss it out as you are using the stair master. But since you will have an inflatable plug up your cunt and your ass and you are unable to go to the restroom, maintaining the water in your belly will cause you to sweat, stupid bitch," Frank replied.
The other three women were hoping that their captors would keep their attentions on Tracy, that way they wouldn't be the object of their attention. However, the hope was short lived. The men left Tracy as she could go now where and she had an electronic trainer that would keep the cunt stepping.
Frank turned to Kelly and said, "Time for my bareback fuck, my little cum dump fuck toy, strip!"
Kelly started to strip with tears running down her cheek, thinking that she might be leaving with something more than she came with. Kelly kept thinking what she would tell her husband. It was then that she realized, if she got knocked-up, she would never know whose child it is. She could already be pregnant from the coupling with her husband before he left. She started to cry.
"Kelly, as I am fucking you, you will keep begging me to knock you up, no matter how you do it, but you damn well better sound convincing, is that understood, I will not prompt you," Frank said.
"Yes Frank, I understand."
"You understand what Kelly," Frank demanded to know.
"I will keep begging you to please knock me up, to please get me pregnant," was the reply.
"Very good Kelly, very good," Frank chuckled.
Kelly started to strip as tears were running down her cheek. She was thinking that she probably be leaving with something more than she came with.
"Ok Kelly, let's get the party underway," Frank shouted.
She had stalled a long as she could. "Please Frank, don't make me do this, I beg you, my husband will never understand, please, please," she pleaded.
"I don't give a rats ass about your husband, all I want right now is to hear you beg me to fuck you bareback and knock you up, that all"
The other girls were also told to start stripping as well. While Kelly was stripping and getting ready to meet her fate, Frank ducked by the back door, going outside giving the keys and credit cards, driver's licenses to Jim the unseen forth captor. Jim was ready to complete his tasks while the women were being entertained, he went to work.
Jim took each of the women's car to a near by no-tell motel -- you know the kind of places that charge by the hour. Going into the motel office, he slipped a fifty to the attendant and obtained registrations slips for rooms for the entire day. He paid for them but didn't complete the registration form, letting the attendant know that he will return them shortly.
With the rooms paid for, Jim slipped an additional tip to the attendant. The man reminded him that he would need the cards back filled out by midnight. Jim turned and went to the parking lot. Driving the car by the entrance, he pulled out a digital camera taking pictures of the car with its license plate in plan sight, in the background the motel office in the bottom corner of each picture was the month and date. One by one, he brought the each of the four women's car to the same location and repeated registering each one as a guest. As Jim came back for another car, he would give Frank a quick call on his cell to pick up the motel registration cards with instructions to get them filled out.
Jim knew all to well the plan is working fine. Once these cards were back in place, if the women tried to talk, each of the guys would admit that they had sex with the woman, but they didn't know the girls name and had no idea about any gym. They were just hookers who took them back to 'Bob's No Tell Motel for a $100 trip around the world.'
Meanwhile, back in the gym, Frank and the others brought the women back together, not bothering to let them get dressed. Frank gave Tracy a break from the work she was getting from her stair master. He passed out the cards, telling each of them to fill out the cards complete with a signature. The ladies didn't realize that they were motel registrations cards since no names were on them, just a place for name, address, phone number, car description (make, model, and color) and car plate number, ending with a small statement that the about is a truthful statement and a place for a signature.
Frank made it clear that if anybody fucks up their card, they would be replacing Tracy's spot on the stair master. The women took time to fill out cards perfectly. Frank collected the cards and placed them in an envelope then outside the back door.
Jim saw the envelope as he returned for the last car and took the registration cards to the motel attendant. The cards showed each of the women's driver licenses, the clerk wrote down plate number on the back of each card and filed them.
Jim left thinking that with these cards, it would make the women's credibility questioned if something went wrong. It would make them out to be sluts in heat, maybe having some guilt about what happened and trying to come up some story to tell their families.
After finishing the first phase of the motel, it meant on to phase two. This phase had him going to each of the four captive's homes, looking through it to confirm information and get any items that may be useful to keep the women off set. Having knowledge is the ultimate weapon after all.
Once inside, he looked in the women's closet see if she has any party clothes, which he referred to as slut-ware. He checked out their taste in intimate apparel, looked for any sex toys and the method of birth control if any. Tracy's apartment was the most interesting, it seemed like she had a large porn video collection and her closet was packed with slut-ware, big time. Jim even found some love letters that would make a sailor blush. Jim quest for information wasn't over until he found each of the four beauties address books and using his laptop, he quickly typed in info in.
While this was going on things back at the gym were moving on. Frank still had the women together, telling them that its time for their acting début. He first pushed the button and all the women screamed as their shock collars came to life, causing them agonizing pain. "Now that is a sample of medium for your collars. Now if you fuck it up, you get more of the same."
Frank was now deep inside of Kelly, fucking her as hard as he could. She knew she had to keep it up, sweat was running in rivers off her face, from her efforts. The sweat mixed with the tears from her eyes as she could not believe this was happening to her. She had to keep it up, she had to sound convincing, and she knew she had to speak up load enough for everyone to clearly hear her. She was terrified and shaking, "Please Frank, please keep fucking me hard and deep, fuck me as deep as you can, please keep shooting your hot sticky cum as deep into my belly as you can, please. I really want and need to feel it as deep in my belly as you can shoot it, please. I want you to knock me up, getting me pregnant, please, knock me up please, please make sure you are shooting your hot sticky cum deep enough into me belly to get me pregnant. Please, I want and need to feel it shooting as deep into my fertile womb as you can shoot it. Please, please, my fertile womb is waiting for your hot sticky cum to get me pregnant, please, please shoot all your hot sticky cum as deep into my into my fertile womb as you can," Kelly pleaded. "I need to feel it, I want to feel it, I have to know I am getting knocked up -- pregnant with your bastard, and by feeling you shoot your hot sticky cum deep into my fertile womb I will know you are getting me pregnant. Please fill my fertile womb with you hot sticky cum for me, please, please, I need to feel your hot sticky cum shooting deep into my fertile womb, I do" she cried, tears streaming down her face out of the humiliation of the situation.
While Frank finished fucking Kelly, Joe checked on Tracy, "Well cutie, how ya doing bitch," he asked.
"I am doing the best I can sir, but my legs are really getting tired," was the reply.
"Tough shit, think we care, just keep working, you best keep up with the metronome if you know what's good for you, and while your add it, it's time for more water, you are to drink at least half this bottle."
He stared at her, watching her struggle, she wasn't going as fast as she should be, so he took out the remote and zapped her collar.
"Oh, God no," Tracy begged. "Please stop, I'll speed up, please stop the pain," she pleaded.
"As soon as I see you moving faster, I will bitch," he replied. Suddenly she started moving faster, the pain was in her face, she was starting to sweat.
As Frank was finishing with Kelly the third time, he told her, "Kelly, I am going to cum, I want to hear you tell me and everyone else in the gym, in a clear voice so everyone hears you, just how wonderful it feels as my hot sticky cum shoots deep into your fertile womb. You better sound very, very convincing and be very descriptive, or you will be sorry. You will get zapped by your collar and Tracy will get two more weights added to her, as well as having to guzzle a whole bottle of water, adding to what she already has had, so her fate is in your hands bitch," Frank snarled.
"Oh God, yes, I feel it, blast after blast down deep fill my cunt and fertile womb with your hot cum. Just pump me full, knock me up, I need it bad, knock me up," she purred, as Frank grunted, making his deposit.
"Beth, come over here NOW," he shouted as he motioned her to come over. She knew she'd better move quickly to where Frank was standing and Kelly lay panting. Frank put his arm around Beth and looked down at Kelly he said, "I got an assignment for you two. Since both of you good friends, and since you both have been fucking like rabbits, the boys and myself don't like sloppy fuck holes, so you two get into a sixty-nine position and clean each other's cunt out."
Beth's shocked look of disbelief said it all. She just sat there shaking her head "No!" She tried to speak saying, "Pleeasee, not that, I can't, I just can't."
Kelly jumped in, "look you've your fun and got your rocks off multiple times, I not into girls. I can't do it and I won't do... aaaa," her words turn into screams. "Asana!!" Both Kelly and Beth were grabbing for the collars, but they wouldn't give and the shocks grew stronger.
Frank spoke to both of them, "Look cunts, remember what I said about doing what you were told. I don't like sloppy cunts, and I certainly don't like a cunt telling me what she will or won't do. Do you understand that you lost that ability as soon as we walked in here?" Frank said as he clicked the remote to halt the constant zaps from the collar.
"Now, one more time, get into a sixty-nine position and get those tongues busy. Oh, to make it more challenging, not only will you both eat each other out but also, you may not cum for any reason. I do not want to see either of you cum. We want to have that special movement save for the future on tape. If either of you don't' get with the program you will wish you did after I get done with you."
Still weak and dizzy from the electrical shock they received, they followed Franks orders, getting into a sixty-nine position and started licking the others cunt. Beth didn't look like she was into to it so Frank pushes the collar remote to pulse the shock to max. Frank laughed as the zap hit Beth. It looked like she was trying to put her whole face up Kelly's pussy. The cleaning routine went on about 30 minutes when Frank thought that since they did like playing lezzy, the both needed some more practice.
"Ok, you two, time to get up" he said. "Now damn it," he shouted. As they slowly got up, they noticed that Frank was holding a belt with two toys that connected to the belt.
"Here is you new toy, cause we don't want the holes to get lonely now would we," Frank continued. "Each of you will first suck on both plug and dildo and then insert the toy in the other girls twat. Got that, do you understand? Kelly, you go first," Frank waited for the answer that came quickly.
"Yes Sir, I understand," Kelly said hanging her head in shame, thinking what more could he do to me.
Beth likewise said, "Yes, Sir, I understand." Her head was hanging in shame, also.
Frank followed with these instructions, "You both will place the vibrating toys inside of your holes, I will control the speed. You will wrap the straps around your waist tightly holding both toys inside," Frank continued, "Understand that with your toys in place, you may feel the need to cum but that's not an option, you are, under any circumstances, allowed to cum. If you do, I will deal with you very harshly. As bad as these last three fucks may have been for you, what will happen to you, will make our session here look like a picnic, understand my bitches?"
"Yes, Sir, we understand," both said, hanging her head in shame, thinking what more could he do to them.
"Since you both were reluctant at your muff diving assignment, I think you need some more practice. You will cooperate ladies. I will be video taping your time together. The tape will clearly show your wedding band Kelly as well as you tightly embracing Beth, kissing her, and walking around together holding hands or with your arms around each other waists. We also will have photos available to all those interested in them later," Frank said with a chuckle.
"I strongly recommend that you require no prompting from any of us, he reminded them. " Oh, and the video is might include the begging me to fill your fertile womb with my hot cum -- if I remember your words correctly. It will certainly make your hubby happy and maybe we can add that you are in love with Beth also. I bet hubby would love to see and hear that his wife is carry the child of someone else after begging the guy to knock her up, begging him with all her heart. I know that the two of you will not only sound very convincing, but that you will not need to be prompted or remind what you have to do, and how to do it. Not to mention I still have plenty of weight left here for Tracy, who at this point, I am sure want no more weights, right Tracy," he asked.
All three looked at Tracy, "No, God no, no more weights please. Kelly, Beth, PLEASE do what he tells you, PLEASE!!!!" she begged. They looked at Tracy on the stair master, she was working it as fast as she could, had sweat running in rivers off her face and her top was soaked with water. It was sticking to her and the expression on her face showed the pain, humiliation and the desperation she needed to cum and piss.
"Tracy, I bet you really need to cum real bad now and I bet you also really need to pee real bad, right," he asked.
"Oh God yes. Please let me pee I am going to explode and I need to cum so bad my legs are shaking please, please let me pee and cum, I beg you, PLEASE!!!!!" she cried out.
"No, sorry bitch, maybe in a little while, but not quite yet. You look like you need more water. DRINK IT NOW!!' he demanded.
"Yes Sir, we will sound very convincing," Kelly replied, terrified what would happen if her husband saw the video and pictures of her begging some guy to knock her up only to be followed by her having a lesbian affair. She knew he would kill her, she simply wanted to die.
"Ok ladies, time to get close," Frank ordered, they stood there. "Ladies NOW," he shouted and they moved loser to each other.
"Ladies, what I want is for you both to give each other a huge hug, real tight, go on, do it," Frank ordered.
They started to embrace, hugging each other as tight as they could. "I want it to be a romantic hug bitches, not just a hug, put feeling into damn it," he shouted. They stood there in a tight romantic hug. "Ok, ladies, now I want you to start kissing each other and feeling each other up," he ordered.
"Oh God, no, please Frank, not that, please," Beth started to cry.
"You heard me Beth, now, start kissing Kelly, but do it like you want to be kissing her, make it romantic, sensuous, or I add another weight or two to Tracy over there." They looked at each other, tears running down their faces and they realized what they had to do, so Beth started giving Kelly little kisses on the cheek and the ear and Kelly the same.
"Damn it ladies, I will not tell you again, and now I will put another weight on Tracy," he said as he walked over to Tracy and placed a third weight on her. She winced in more pain, she now had three weights on her.
"Please no more weights I can't take anymore pain," Tracy pleaded.
"Well Tracy, that is up to Beth and Kelly here, that depends on how much prompting all of us have to give them to make them work with our program," he replied.
"Beth, Kelly, please, please do what they want -- don't make them prompt you at all. Please, I can't take any more weight, my tits are killing me now, PLEASE," Tracy begged her friends.
"And, to insure you once again you do as told, I am turning on the vibrator inside of you two on high, but neither of you will get to cum, no matter how hot you get. The better performance's you both give me and everyone here the rest of the time we are together, the lower it will be vibrating. If you do cum, I will place three weights on Tracy and place you on the stationary bike for oh, say, an hour or so. That should be enough to keep your from coming. Is that understood ladies? The better the performance, the less prompting required, the lower the vibrator buzzes, it's that simple ladies."
"Yyeess Sir, we understand that we may not cum under any circumstances." they both cried.
"Well, finally a correct reply the first time, go to it ladies, show time," Frank said. He looked at Beth and Kelly and they knew what was expected. They gave each other light soft kisses on the lips, the cheeks, ear lobs not doing anything more then they had to.
"Now, ladies, the lips, hard, slow, sensuous, DO IT," he ordered, realizing what they were doing. They started kissing each other on the lips, they stayed lipped-locked, not knowing what else he wanted of them.
"Ok, ladies, it is time to see tongue action. I want to see wide-open mouths, lots of tongue and slow hot wet kisses from both of you," Frank ordered.
"You both are to be leezies from now on, showing me and each other how much you really do love each other," he said.
"Oh God Frank, not that please, we beg you, please not that," Kelly cried.
"Shut up and get going before I lose my patience. And remember what I said, if the kisses are not hot and sensuous and you both do not put on a real hot show for me and everyone here proving to me and all the others, you really do love each other or both will suffer." Frank added, "If you both fail me, one of you will be jump roping with Terri for a straight hour with your vibrating toys buzzing away and a full belly of water. The other, well, let's just say it won't be pleasant."
"Oh God Frank, anything but this, I am not a lesbian pleaseee," Kelly pleaded.
"Well I guess you are an ice maiden, guess we need to thaw you out." Frank grabbed Kelly's hand, drug her over to a bench press machine. Quickly, he tied her down backward, with each leg over the bar. He grabbing the vibrating dildo and removed it, he then tied Kelly's hands to the legs of the bench. Frank started talking to Kelly, "You know I have a special way of thawing out an ice maiden. He rammed the dildo into Kelly's mouth then produced a small bottle with a red liquid in it. Kelly just watch as he proceeded to get her clit nice and hard the watch her tormenter to drop four drops of the red liquid on her clit. It didn't take long from the cool liquid to start heating up, Kelly realized that Frank has just put Tabasco on her clit and it felt like it was burning a hole in her twat. "I will be back in awhile."
Kelly was pulling at her bonds, unable to move much, and the heat intensifying as time goes on ...
She heard Frank, "When you are told to suck twat , you better suck twat."
Beth, was next to get the ICE MAIDEN treatment, She kept saying she would eat pussy, but no avail. Both the ladies got an hour with every fifteen minutes new drops of the Tabasco was placed dripped on the girls clit's.
One hour later, Frank released them, and they didn't hesitate to clean each the burning in their cunts was replaced with a burning in their mouth.
"Get going ladies now or we skip this and go back to defrosting you ladies out some more"
Kelly started moving her hands to first stroke Beth's tits as she openly was kissing Beth. Beth followed Kelly's lead. Both the girls noticed that the vibrating plug and dildo were slowing down so that kept them kissing and gapping each other tit's.
"Ok ladies lets see some real hot action, and you better be convincing remember I have a lot more Tabasco if you fail me and to each other and I expect to hear you saying loud and clear to each other how much you love each other, I want to hear it bitches, NOW" he demanded
With that Kelly placed both of her hands on Beth's cheeks and started kissing her gently on the mouth, Beth returned the kiss, they started kissing each other on the lips, but their mouths were closed, the wanted to delay things as long as possible.
Frank started yelling "Come on ladies, you know what you have to do, let's get things rolling here"
Realizing they had no choice, both ladies very slowly opened their mouths, and started with their tongues, "Ladies, I want to see mouths wide open, lots of tongue and hear you telling each other just how much you love it each, I better beagle to see and hear what is going on, no more reminders"
With that both ladies finally opened their mouths as wide as they could and made sure theirs tongues were visible and wrestling with the others, they both had tears streaming down their faces.
"That's it ladies, keep going till I tell you both to stop, I also want to hear to hear you talking to each other, make sure you let each other know how much you really love this and each other," Frank demanded.
Meanwhile, Buck was working with Terri. "Terri, what you will do now, is to start doing jumping jacks. I will put music on and you will keep the beat, no stopping, no slowing down, till I say you can and you will continue to drink water. Failure to follow my instructions will result in me placing a nipple clamps on you and adding weights, any questions bitch?" he asked.
"Nnnoo Sir," was her quick reply.
While Terri started, Buck was standing there moving his eyes back and forth between Terri and keeping an on the action with Kelly and Beth, he could hear them clearly.
"Kelly, please keep kissing me, you smell and taste so good, I want more of you," she said with a quiver in her voice, "Ppplease Kelly, show me how much you love me.
In a few minutes, Buck asked Terri, "Well Terri, how ya doing sweetie?"
"Buck, I can't keep this up, please let me have a break, I am so tired and hot, I need to use the restroom."
"Sorry bitch, see the boys and I have been watching the show and have gotten a little frisky. Tracy looks kind of lonely, so we thought while you keep those tits bouncing we would entertain Tracy."
Tracy already knew what that meant, as she was led to a couch she saw Kelly and Beth struggling with their bonds seeing the pain in their eyes. Tracy was brought back to the event at hand.
Joe told Tracy, "You know we got more Tabasco if you need some defrosting."
Tracy made her mind up quickly, thinking "I know I will be fucked, or soon to be fucked, might as well get it over with and save some wear and tear on my body."
Tracy was lowered to the floor and didn't bothered to look up as she knew that straight in front of her was the crotch of the man in front of her. He removed his cock and she opened her mouth and tried her best to give him the best blowjob in his life. One by one, each of the guys fucked her mouth as all the guys were hard and ready. All the while passing a camera back and forth so each could record the event, making sure that Tracy's image was clean in the picture and the guys weren't. First, one on one, then double team fucked her. She knew what was expected of her without any prompting, she was begging for more dicks. They guys were pleased that it didn't take any prompting and the picture turned out great.
As they guys finished with their new fuck toy, Terri was begging to be allowed to go the rest room. Frank listened and went over to Terri to hear her begging to be allowed to go the restroom. Frank offered her, "I will tell you what, you keep this up for ten more minutes and we will see, but I want to see some real effort out of you."
Terri continued with the jumping jacks, putting all she could into the effort. However, by the time she was allowed to stop, her legs and tit's were killing her. She felt relieved to be allowed to stop.
Terri kept saying, "Thank you Sir, thank you."
Frank then order Terri to clean out their fuck toy. Without a moment hesitation, Terri was on it.
Terri also made up her mind that these guys would get what they wanted so to resist would on take it toll on your body. Besides this wasn't Terri's first time at eating at the 'Y.'
Franks cell phone went off. It was Jim, calling to let him know he will be there shortly. It was a time to relax and enjoy some of what he put so much time and planning into. Frank got the women together and formed a line, waiting for Jim to return.
As Jim walked in, the women hoped this nightmare would soon be over thinking. They thought that Jim would be their knight in shining armor, little did they know that things were about to go from bad to worse!
Jim started to address the group. "Greeting ladies, hope the boys here kept you occupied and you weren't too bored." Jim said with a chuckle. "I guess I need to introduce myself, you can call me Master Jim. Just so you know who the boss is around here, I am! Understand, what I say goes, there will be no questioning. Frank here tells me that some of you are a little hesitant in following orders.
"I had a few errands today. I have visited every ones home, you know, checked- out where you sluts live, saw how you high class bitches live, big houses, expensive cars, you know. I did remember however, to bring some goodies back with me. Among the things I brought back were some toys for all of us to play with and enjoy, enough blank video tape to video everything, no matter how long we all party together, enough film to take pictures of everyone and everything we do this weekend. I also went through all your closets, dresser drawers, everywhere in the house and among things I brought back for your enjoyment were a lot of your own clothes that you ladies apparently love to wear. And, based on the sizes and styles I found for each of you, I even was kind enough to buy all of you additional clothes for this evening. Yes, ladies tonight and in the future, we will all have a wonderful time, really get to know each other as best we can and really have fun. Are you all ready to party with me and the boys?" Jim asked with a chuckle.
There was on reply, so he quickly started zapping all the collars. Instantaneously, the women quickly replied, "Yes Sir, we are ready to party."
"Ya see ladies, if you do not reply immediately, correctly, with smiles and enthusiasm, you will be zapped, make no mistake about it. The longer you argue, the longer you fight us, the longer you delay on any order, the longer you will be zapped each time until we feel you are doing, and responding exactly like WE want you to. Let me give you all an example," Jim said as he walks up to Beth. "Beth, Frank wants his cock sucked. Why don't you beg him -- and I mean really beg him, to allow you to show him your knowledge in the oral department. You would just love to do that wouldn't you?"
She waited all of one second when she saw Jim's finger on the control button of her collar remote. "Yes Sir, I would very much love to beg Frank to let me give him a blow job," she replied hanging her head in shame and humiliation.
Beth looked up "Please Sir, I..." her speech was cut short and a scream erupted from her lips as Jim pressed the button on the remote. The pain that Beth felt was agonizing. All the other times her captors used the shock collars the pain was short-lived. This time he just kept zapping her. She was on the floor, clutching the collar.
Jim told her that she better get her pretty ass over to Frank and start begging him and sincerely if she wanted the zapping to stop and get his cock in her mouth. She struggled to crawl over to Frank and started begging him for the honor of giving him a blowjob. After begging a few times, Frank agreed and Beth almost ripped his pants open and quickly got his cock into her mouth. "Make it very slow, very hot, very sensuous," he ordered.
Jim clicked the remote off and started speaking to the group. "I hope you all realize that Beth was reluctant, but she did not see the point of our little exercise, till she saw my finger on the remote of her collar. Only then did she start moving. That ladies, is NOT acceptable. If you think that you can avoid an order, you are mistaken. The collars you gals have on have enough power to fry your brains if left on long enough. The only person you will help is yourself by doing what is asked of you. I won't question anything, don't try to think of a way out of it, just DO IT!!!"
"I know that some of you will find things humiliating, disgusting, but you will do it. Just when, is the question! Some of you might be thinking that if you fight long enough you will get out of doing it. What will happen, the shock collars will fry your brain making it difficult, if not impossible, for any short term memory and old memories will be just scrambled bits and pieces. You will be sold as entertainment. You could end up doing donkey shows four times a night or a piece of fluff in a rough sex club. Or just a two-bit whore. Maybe you'll be a porno star. I guess the worse case scenario would be just a fuck toy, a dumb bimbo who fucks to get a place to sleep, too stupid to know that she should be charging for her favors," he continued.
"See, you don't have a choice any more, you are my bitches now and you will all remain my property for as long as I decide to keep you, be it a week, a month, a year or the rest of your fucking lives. There is nothing here you can say or do to negotiate yourself out of what we say, it's simple, you just do it. If, for example, one of my friends is having a party and calls and says he wants you there, even at the last minute, you will be there. If he tells you to dress a certain way, you will immediately tell him yes and ask him exactly what he wants you to wear and how he wants you to wear it.
You will always be very, very descriptive to ANY questions he asks or we ask of you. And, you will always sound very happy and excited to accommodate him or anyone else we direct your way now or in the future. If he wants to show his buddies that you will do ANYTHING he says, you will do anything he says. If he tells you to got outside and fuck a trailer hitch on his truck, then you enjoy an intimate relationship with his fucking trailer hitch. Your ability to say what you will and will not do is over."
"It may be my finger that pushes the button, but your actions, responses and replies to what we tell you to do now and in the future, solely determine if you get zapped, how long, and how often. It is as if you are pushing the button yourself."
"Beth, that's enough fun for now, get your ass back in line, but before you do, you properly thank Frank for allowing you to give him a blow job, and you better sound convincing." Jim smiled, as Beth jumped and did exactly what he said.
"Ok, bitches, gather round I need to explain the rules you will be living under now both here and in the future. Remember, these are NOT negotiable, what happens to you as individuals and as a groups depends solely on you and your responses to us."
Frank walked around the group and passed each woman a folder that had their name on it. "Now gals, open them up we have some more paperwork to get out of the way."
Each of the folders had pages that were personalized with a copy of their driver's license in the corner. The top page on the right had rules that each will live by. The other side of the folder had a listing of family, work associates and other friends along with address and phone numbers.
Jim continued, "Here ladies are the rules that you will live by inside your house. There will be a different dress code for each of you when you are outside, going on errands and not at home." The women looked at the list of rules in disbelief.
1\. I will remain naked with six-inch heels on at all time when I am alone at home, unless directed otherwise by my Masters.
2.When I am not alone, I will wear a skirt and top or dress with garter belts and stockings and three-inch heels, unless directed otherwise by my Masters.
3.I will always have my hair done and make-up as my Masters like it.
4.I am never to sit on a toilet seat. When I use a bathroom, I will squat over the bowl with the seat up.
5.I will always have my ass lubricated. Remember the asshole you save will be you own.
6.I will keep my pussy bald at all times.
7.I will never wear panties or bra unless directed by my Masters.
8.I will sleep naked, on my stomach with a pillow under my stomach, my legs spread for easy and immediate access to both my cunt and ass.
9.I will never lock any of my doors to my home.
10.I will never refuse an order of my Masters.
11.I will wear my collar at all time when I am alone and carry it in my purse at all other times.
12.I will exercise daily, keep myself fit and make sure every time I do, I work up a healthy heavy sweat. This will be done in front of my computer's web cam so my Masters can check on me from time to time, as well as any body else with a computer who wishes to watch me. This will be done with a smile on my face.
13.I will never make any decisions without consulting my Masters.
14.I will have my butt plug, dildo and nipple clamps with me at all times.
15.I will respect all guests visiting me or using my body for their pleasure and I will do my best to make sure they are satisfied. I will note all failure for which I will be punished.
16.I will always display a smiling face.
17.I will always thank those who make comments or lewd comments about me, my dress or my body. And openly and happily encourage them to do so.
18.I will masturbate every morning, at lunch and as soon as I get home from work, BUT I will not have an orgasm without permission.
19.I acknowledge that I am obeying these and all other rules and orders from my Masters because I want to be a good pet.
20.I understand that my Masters now control my life.
21.I will always ask permission of my fucker if I may cum. I understand if I am told no, that means 'NO'. I will report all failures when I do cum without permission and will be punished for such failure. I will also report anytime I did get permission and if I faked it, for which I will be punished.
Jim continued talking, "Each of you will sign their page. Frank will be around with a pen so you can sign them and collect them. You ladies may also notice the page with all the addresses on them. If you fail to live by these rules, the copies of picture's, video's and those interesting comments will be mailed to them. Trust me you will have a lot of explaining to do if that happens."
Suddenly, like a light going off, the captives realized that this wasn't going to end. Maybe they were hoping that once their captors were all fucked out, they would leave. Jim had the remote to the shock collars in his hand to offer a visual reminder what would happen if they didn't comply.
"Now we know the rules you will live under when going out with others or in public places to party. I guess the boys in your class and coworkers will really enjoy the view as you follow the rules. Sitting with your legs parted, no panties. You are going to be one of the most popular employee, won't you," Joe said laughing.
"We don't want to overtax your brains, but since we have done the rules, the next item is your journals or diaries. Each of you will be given a bound book, this will be where you record you activities with us as well as others. This book will be kept on a bookshelf so if someone was looking through your books they might stumble across it. You name is printed on the cover as well as the phrase, "The Sexual Escapades of Slut". Inside cover will be a couple of pictures of you posing showing your tit's, ass and cunt off."
Joes continued to read the rules for the women's behavior outside of home.
1.You will be very graphic about what you did. This includes sexual positions, as well as the location where you fucked.
2.You will detailed how you were dress, making sure to note if you choose the dress, one of your Masters instructed, or your Fucker instructed how you were to dress.
3.Who fucked you, first names will be fine, don't want to burden your slut minds. I am sure in gangbangs and bar pick-ups, you may not know their names. Then you refer to as Cock #1, Cock #2., etc.
4.If it was with a male, again what he wore, where you found him, how you picked him up and why you choose this person. What he told you to wear and how to wear it, were he shot his load, up the twat, up the ass, down your throat, or on your face and body, being very descriptive on all accounts
5.How many loads you begged, bartered or paid for and how many you received.
6.If female lover, what she wore, what she had you wear, very descriptive again, then how many time you made her come and toys used. In general, write out any slut-like activity they had you perform. That could be flashing you tits, ass or cunt as ordered by your partner.
7.The physical description of the partner i.e. size of cock or age, race, and sex (male or female).
8.Description of what acts they had you perform i.e. blowjob, anal, straight, facial, water sports, water play, bondage.
9.You will always say how you met your fuck, how you picked them up, how they told you to dress, if they tell you they are taking you back to your house because they want to select the outfit they want you to wear and how they want you to wear it. You will smile and happily accommodate them any way you need to and you will tell them this. Your only purpose it to keep them happy, no matter what you have to do .
10.You will always give each encounter, be they male or female, your email address, your cell phone number, your home phone number, and your pager number telling them -- no, encouraging them, to call you anytime day or night. Make sure they know if they need a mouth, ass or cunt to fuck you are willing. Tell them you do gangbangs, provide maid service, that you will always be more then happy to meet them where they say, when they say, dressed as they say, do what they say. When called, unless occupied with your Master, you will stop immediately to accommodate them, if you are making dinner you will STOP, if you are sleeping you WILL GET UP.
11.You are to keep track of your cycle and know when you are ovulating. You will make a point to tell your Fucker that you are ovulating and that you are very, very fertile. You are to let the Fucker know you need his loads in your cunt. If need be, you will beg him. You are to offer your Fucker anything he wants like to host a gang-bang for his buddies, do his dog, what ever he wants. Your objective is to get your Fuck to deposit his baby juice as deep inside you as they can. You will tell them, plead with them, barter with then, pay them do what ever you need to, to insure they fill your ripe unprotected cunt with their hot, sticky cum. You will refer to it as their hot, sticky cum and your very ripe, very fertile cunt.
You will note just what you had to do to get that load up your twat. You will also note when you fail to convince your Fucker and you will be punished for these failures. The objective is at least two loads of cum up your cunt. You should describe that wonderful feeling each jet of cum as it hits your cunt wall. Like all good sluts, you are to submit weekly for Aid's and STD tests. You carry the documentation with you at all times, showing you potential fuck you're disease free.
If ask why you don't use protection, you should tell the truth, that a good slut doesn't use protection. Explain to them that you want and need to feel their hot, sticky cum shooting as far into your unprotected, fertile womb as it can and that's the only way for you to feel it the way you want and need to feel it. Make sure to tell your Fucker how wonder you feel just after he pops's his load inside you.
If, and when, you get pregnant, let you Master know. He will decide if it's a quick trip to the abortion clinic or it's time for everyone to start calling you mommy. We may decide that since you got yourself knocked up, the problem is yours to deal with. If you're told that you got a bastard to raise, then you will also put a personal notice in the newspaper thanking who ever knocked you up. You will list out any names that might have done the deed listing out your full name.
"Maybe you ladies don't see the beauty of a book of this nature. It will help break the ice, at first you have to explain to you new stud the purpose of the book and that you want him to help you put an exciting entry. As you gain more experience ¬-- a nice way to say once you become the slut you're destine to be -- when you bring home a new stud, it will be that much easier."
While you duck into the bathroom to get your self-ready for a fucking, your new stud will get to thumb though your diary. That way he will know there isn't anything that is off limits as far as sex goes. This will save you time getting what you want most, a good fucking! You won't have any of those awkward moments like not knowing how to tell your date to stick his dick up your ass. The only think that you have to ask your stud is if you have permission to cum, if you're told no, then it is NO, period."
Jim continued, "Ladies, if you look over there by the wall you will see a stimulus table, anyone know what that's is?" he asked with a chuckle. All the women shook their heads no.
"I didn't think so, so let me and the boys tell you, a stimulus table is a table set up with two leg spreaders to allow someone to spread a persons legs apart and lock them in place. The steel rod you see at the end, has a dildo on it, all stainless steel except the dido and its head, which are plastic and rubber. What the rod does, at a speed pre-set, is slow methodically push the dido in and out of its occupant and the person who is running controls the speed. They can make you cum very fast, or on the older hand, keep you right on the brink indefinitely and not allow you to cum at all. You want to but it won't quite push you over the edge. The tubes you see with the cups goes over your tits, gentle sucking them, again according to a pre-set speed."
"So, very simply put, who ever is operating the table can keep a person right on the edge of cumming without being able to cum and or gentle suck your tits and nipples with just enough stimulation to keep you right on the edge. The reason I show you this, is that this is another punishment machine. Who ever is lucky, or unlucky as the case might be, to end up on it, will end up being fucked slow enough to bring her right to the end of cumming but not enough to push her over the edge and they will also have their tits sucked just enough to keep the stimulation up."
He continued explaining, "The table always allows us to administer an enema. So just think, you are being fuck to the point of cumming, can't cum, your tits are being sucked, can't cum and you have a belly full of water and can't move or release it. This table will be used while we are here. The only question is, who will end up on it or how many of you will end up on it at different times. Oh, I forgot to mention, once you are on the table only the operator can turn it off, so imagine the need to cum desperately for say an hour and unable to cum or release the enema, if that is also used. I hope that this explanation of the table will be an additional idea to make sure you do not fail us. And trust me, we will not hesitate to use it if need be. The last lady on this had on leather pants, a leotard top and was on it for three hours. Man was she hot, sweaty, begging to cum, to release the enema and all. Please keep this in mind, and enjoy the rest of your evening," he said with a laugh.
Jim thought the women could use a break, and they could definitely use a shower. He got the women together and started to explain his plan. "You know, the boys have told me they have sampled you charms. They agree you all need practice, but rest assured you all will be accomplished sluts by the time we are done with each and everyone of you. And we don't care how many fucks it takes," chucking at his comment. "I realized that we haven't seen just what you sluts look like dressed up, so we are going to give you a little break. You can get cleaned up, don't forget to wash out those cum dumpsters."
Jim continued, "You may recall I brought some of your cloths, along with some accessories that I didn't find, but thought any decent slut would have. You should know that these aren't gifts, each and everyone one these items were purchased by your credit cards from 'Naughty But Nice'. A store that you will get to know by name I am sure. You also were signed up for their monthly mailer."
"One of you will get a special outfit. See I have a thing for rubber and leather outfits, I like to call them slut-ware. You know the outfits, those that make ever man's dick hard from just looking at them. Here is a deck of cards," Jim shuffles the cards and gives each lady a card from the deck.
Kelly looked and saw it was a king. She showed everyone, smiling and thinking she had won.
Tracy got a duce, showing the card reluctantly thinking, "I am fucked, again!"
Terri got a ten and Beth Got a queen.
"Now lets see who got lucky," Jim said as he pulled a coin from his pocket saying, "Heads, high card wins --tails low card wins."
Jim flipped the coin, and he looked at it announcing to the group "Kelly got lucky! Also, you sluts had better look like walking and talking wet dreams, if not you get stripped and tied spread eagle over the horse in the gymnastics room. Since the other sluts will be dressed, guess if something comes up, you will be used to take the starch out of it," Jim chucked.
"Ok, sluts, hit the showers. Kelly you better shave you legs, underarms and your cunt real close." Jim said as he slapped Tracy on the ass.
The water felt good on each of their bodies. Kelly just stood there wondering, "How did I get lucky? What is this special outfit? Why would I need to shave? I guess time would tell."
Each of the women made up their minds that they wouldn't be the one over the horse.
The captives quickly cleaned up, taking time to fix their hair. If someone would be observing them, they looked like they were going clubbing, each taking time to make themselves look extra nice. As the sluts came out Kelly was ushered away to the lounge by Jim.
As they started to get dress Beth was the first to notice that her favorite skirt had been modified, it was shorter, and she notice that the two side slits now went all the way to the waist band. With garter belt, black stocking, she knew that is she moved too quickly, she would be flashing her pantiless ass to the world. She rationalized that the creeps already saw everything she had, so at least she wouldn't be tied to that damn horse if she could help it. As she was finding all the parts to her outfit, the hose, garter belt, skirt, she found them all but the top. Grinning, Buck gave her a bag. Inside was her top, it was like a sting bikini, two triangle pieces of material, with a gold chain between them and strings from the top and sides. As Beth took out her top, she realized that the golden chain wasn't just an accent piece, they were in fact connected to nipple clamps on the inside of you top.
Beth looked at them for a second, when Buck spoke up, "Just squeeze the ends and place them on those nipples. Hurry up now."
Beth attached them to her nipples. Her nipples had seen a lot of use from her captors, nipping and pulling at them. Beth thought, "Those bastards had this planned all along. That is why everyone one of them kept biting and abusing my nipples." She placed the first one on, and the pain astounded her. Taking a second or two, she then opened the second clamp and placed it on her sore nipple. Then she reached up to tie the strings on her top. As she stood there, she kept feeling those nipple clamps doing their jobs.
Tracy had recognized her cloths, a leather halter and micro mini-skirt. She had this outfit in college, but hasn't worn it in a long time. She noticed her bag was small as it was handed to her. Looking in it, she saw only four items. A set of ear rings which were gold hoops with plastic containers attached. Tracy had to take a second look, on the plastic containers the words 'For Emergency Use Only!' Inside were red condoms. The second, item was a necklace, the golden letters spelled out, 'Fuck Toy'. She pulled out the third thing, it was a remote control vibrating egg. The last item was an ankle bracelet with the words 'I fuck for beer' carved in it.
Tracy already knew if she put up a fuss, she would be on the horse, or back on that damn bike, with out any prompting she put the ear rings on, hiked one leg up inserted the egg in her cunt. Next the necklace followed by the ankle bracelet. As she was putting on her five-inch spike heels, she jumped when the egg came alive. She looked around and saw Joe smiling at her. Tracy, just looked at him and smiled, mouthing thank you. She thought she might get some points since it was every girl for them self.
As Terri got dressed, a mini skirt that she bought long ago, she was handed her bag. Inside was a cut off T-shirt that had the words 'I swallow' printed on the front, the back had the words 'And, I fuck, too!' Terri wanted to scream, but knew that she had no choice, she would wear it or it would be something worse if she refused. In the bottom of the bag, she found a belt the words 'Fuck Slut' on the buckle. She put on her four-inch fuck me heels that she bought to attend a theme party back in college.
Back in the lounge, Kelly found out that her outfit was skin tight, and the answer to all her question. Jim broke out the liquid latex. Slowly he had painted Kelly's body, leaving her with cleavage showing, but not much else. Kelly already notice the one thing that she didn't like about the liquid latex as she was painted, she started to get hot, very hot. Jim had taken the time to paint her from her neck down to her ankles, her cleavage the only thing not covered. A couple accessories were added, a belt like Terri's except the writing on this one said, 'I fuck for money!' and a necklace with 'Slut' in gold letters.
Kelly felt ashamed, but knew that she could no longer get Jim to stop and let her go. She just stood there while he painted her body. Jim said, "Just think Kelly, you could star in the Epson Printer commercial." Chucking he added, "Don't worry, if you loose, you won't have to take off your outfit. From a distant know one will be able to tell that you don't' have anything on."
The last thing she put on was her four-inch high heels. Kelly wondered why she bought those awful shoes. She then noticed Jim handing her a bag. Inside was a remote control dual vibrating eggs. Jim said grinning, 'We're running late, just lick them and pop them in place."
Terri quickly did as she was told. As she got the last one in her ass, she squealed as Jim checked the remote.
The women noticed Kelly returning with Jim. As Kelly got closer, they noticed the necklace, the belt buckle and the obvious walk that meant she had something inside her. They then realized that she wasn't wearing the clothes, rather Jim had painted something shiny on to Kelly.
Jim started to speak, "OK sluts, let's see you strut your stuff. Remember the looser gets the horse." The women, one by one, did just that, strutting, making there own addition to Jim's 'Sluts on Parade.'
All the guys voted, Kelly was the looser. Kelly was tied face down with her legs and arms tied to the gymnastic horse. A hint of pink poked out from her cunt as her legs were pulled apart and the dried liquid latex ripped. Jim grabbled the string that was on the eggs' inside his captive. She quickly jerked the vibrating toys from her most private regions.
Starting with Jim, each fucked Kelly. When one guy was done, Beth, then Terri, and last Tracy, had to perform clean up duty on either Kelly's cunt or asshole.
Kelly was tied to the horse for some time. She was butt fucked, mouth fucked and cunt fucked several times. In between, the girls armed with vibrators and dildos to keep Kelly aroused and begging to cum. Kelly was getting very hot, the guys kept pouring water in her month as she ached from the need to piss. This torment lasted about two hours.
The women had already suffered rape and humiliation. They thought it couldn't get any worse that this ¬-- made up like cheap hookers and to act like common street whores.
As Kelly was thanking the guys for her a bareback fucks, and her tasty snacks, Jim spoke, "Guess we need some more excitement. So, what we are going to do is break out the video equipment. We are going to tape each of you in your slut- ware. You will look in the camera and tell your friends how much you love sex."
Frank outline what was to happen, "Sluts, you did yourself proud each one of you looks so hot, you would think that each one of you must work at "Whores Are Us."
He them gave them a few minutes to fix their hair and makeup. Frank stood next to Kelly as he held the chain attached to each nipple and said, "Guess you need to piss."
Kelly said, "Yes, I do so badly, please let me piss. I need to real bad, please, please."
Frank looked at Kelly and said, "Sure you can right after you clean the boys up and myself up."
Kelly didn't waste a second. She didn't asked what they wanted cleaned she already knew. Kelly was down on her knees opening up Frank's pants pulling out his cock and preceded to give her best hummer she could.
"Good job, Kelly," Frank said as patted Kelly's head. "By the way, how's Tracey's cunt taste?"
Kelly quickly went to Buck doing the same until he too made a lurid comment about Beth's cunts juices on his dick. Kelly moved on to Joe who also enjoyed the hummer and gave Kelly a mouth full of cum for her trouble. Kelly just swallowed as fast as she could, making sure Joe's cock was clean. She was repulsed, wanted to throw up, but her need to empty her bladder was so bad it didn't matter.
Frank drug her to her feet and off the to the bathroom, "Better be quick," he said.
Relieved from the pressure of a full bladder she quickly cleaned up as best as she could. Kelly made up her mind that she wouldn't be 'The Odd Cunt Out' anymore. She would do what ever it took. Little did Tracy know, that the other women also decided that they didn't want to replace Tracy.
Frank addressed the group, "What we are going to do is give you a change to give the camera your best come fuck me speech. Remember what happens if you fuck it up."
The first lady was Terri
The tape turn on the Terri began with a giggle and wave, "Hi guys. I am Terri Tanner but everybody calls me 'RED.' I am 23 years old and been fucking since I was 12, so I am sure I can ring your bell, no matter what you want. I got a body that just built for fucking -- look at these hips -- I just crave sex. I am an accomplished slut with three holes that you can fill. Or, if you would rather tit-fuck me you can as long as you blow you load on my face. I just love the feel of cum on my face. Look at these tits," she said as she pulled up her shirt. "These are tits to die for. I just love to have my nipples pulled, kissed and yes bitten, but no too hard ... giggle ... once you start nibbling on these nipples, the only think that will satisfy me is a big dick fucking me like no tomorrow."
Terri then pulled up a tit and looking straight at the camera said, "So you want a nibble, I mean a nipple?"
Terri then sat back and Frank told her "Pretty damn good! Guess those jumping jacks loosen you up some." All that Terri could think of is how she was going to explain this to anybody who saw tape, if that tape ever got out.
Kelly was next, had already been fucked, and the thought of that monster dildo up her pussy was more that she could handle, so she was determined that she would make a tape that would meet their expectations.
"Hi, I Kelly Witherspoon. I am 24 years old and married." She then looked at the camera and paused. "I know you want me to make a statement now but I am so horny I need some dick. I know, how about one of you guys lay down on the floor with his cock up and I can sit on it and fuck and make my statement. See, I am married but my hubby is out of town and I got the itch that only a cock can scratch. I play the ice maiden for the dick-head hubby and out in public, but once behind closed doors, I just a slut in heat. I need cock. You can fuck me. The others can fuck me. My purpose in life is to bed as many guys as I can. Now that I am married, I have more time to fuck since I don't need to work anymore. There is nothing like the thrill of have just bedded some great stud in same bed you share with you hubby, who usually gets a promise instead of a hot cunt. Come on," she said looking like a little girl, "time to put me to use. Fuck my brains out!"
Frank proudly said, "I was sure that you would be taking a double ride on the bikes over there. Guess the introductory fuck did you good. Next."
Beth walked in front of the camera and began. "I ammm Beth Henner. I am 22-years-old and I like to fuc...." and started crying saying, "I can't."
She was placed quickly on the bike, her training collar was activated and she was told to enjoy the ride.
Beth started feeling the shock and started to peddle. However, as she peddled, the dildo kept slipping in deeper and deeper, making peddling harder. If she slowed too much, the shock collar started shocking her with the intensity rising each time. She kept peddling but felt like she was being ripped in two.
Tracy knew she was next so she fluffed her hair, wet her lips and looked in to the camera as she started.
"Hi guys! Tracy Conners here. I am 24-years-old. I wanted to make a few comments about sex and thought it would be great to record it. Well, I am a walking, talking, sucking and fucking encyclopedia on sex. I am a porn lover. And, lets face it, I am the catch of all the ladies here, I am the only real babe. I can fuck to dawn! You can retire these other useless cunts here and I can take all you on and still want more. You can use my mouth, ass and cunt; not to mention my tits. I love a good tit fuck, but I wouldn't want to waste you cum on my face, I would rather you deposit in my mouth or my cunt. Maybe spin me around and make a deposit up my ass. I got off on the wrong foot, but I want to make it up to you guys. Let me please. I may be walking-legged by the time we are done, but one thing for sure, by that time, your cocks will be limp and your balls drained because I will not be out done. I fuck. If two of you can't wait for a hole to free up, you can always make me the meat in fuck sandwich. One dick up my ass the other in my cunt, and I am in heaven."
"So let's shut off the God-damn camera, put these other bitches on a bike so they can peddle their asses off, and lets get to it and start fucking. I am so hot and need a good hard dick or two or three," she continued with a smile. Tracy then got up, walked over to Frank, pulled down his zipper and fished out his already hard cock. She quickly sat down on it and started to fuck him.
The guys needed some rest, and the gals were tired, too. The captors each grabbed a bitch and curled up with them for a much needed nap.
The next morning, the women were awoke sore and stiff, but then again, so were the captors cocks. A morning romp was in order. Each received their protein breakfast shake, allowed a quick shower and then was dressed in their slut ware. The women knew that if that tape ever got out, no one would believe that they were forced to do it. Little did they know that the next few hours the mounting blackmail material would grow. Jim got the women together and Joe pulled the car to the door, and all loaded inside.
Over the next several hours, the group went to each of the women's home where more video was taken with the girls having to change the sheets as each of the guys would crawl into bed. With four guys, the tape would look like the girls were fucking different guys at different times. Then it was the girls turn, first one on one, then two on one, then two on two and four on one. After that, it was back to the gym where the girls were fed something other than cum for the first time.
Jim had all the blackmail material he needed, he told guys keep the bitches occupied and left to do his magic, merging the tapes and photos together.
Buck got the bright idea they each need a good cleaning, so he sent one cunt in to steam room for a half hour, then over to the sauna for a half hour. Then the other three bitches would give her a tongue bath. Then the next cunt would follow until each of the bitches knew the honor of tongue baths. Beth had some problems, so her collar had to be used to encourage her to tongue Red ass.
As the guys wore down, they gave the gals a strap-on and they had to hump each other, or two on one. As Sunday evening rolled around, the women were showing signs of wear. The Friday evening to Monday morning wasn't just a date with a romp in the sack, this was a weekend rape. If they weren't being fucked, then they had a vibrator or rubber cock stuffed up their cunts, ass or both in some cases. The women knew that Monday morning would bring some chance of being rescued.
Jim already knew what the women were thinking, that in a few hours, this would be over and they could forget about what went on. He smiled and broke out the tape he edited for each of the women. He looked around and saw that the boys were keeping the cunts busy. Joe was enjoying Terri ass, Beth was sucking on Buck's cock and Frank was busy pounding Kelly's cunt again. He smiled as he thought, "If she isn't knocked up, it sure wasn't for a lack of effort." Jim looked over to see Tracy right where he left her peddling her ass off on a stationary bike, sweating like a pig, helping her keep up her pace was the control collar. Jim hated to upset everyone's activities, but he knew it was time to make and announcement to the group. "Guys, finish up and lets get the cunts around the lounge, got something for them." He walked over to Tracy and deactivated the control collar and unlocked her cuffs from the bike"
Even thought Tracy was winded from the exertion, she spoke to Jim; saying, "Thank you Master Jim for allowing me to work my ass off for you. Please use my body for your pleasure."
Jim thanked her for the offer, "Maybe later, right now I have a special treat for all of you cunts."
The women, didn't know what was coming, as Jim called everybody into the lounge. As they took they placed on the floor between the legs of their captors, Jim pressed the remote control to start the videotape.
As the screen came to life everyone saw Kelly's car was on the screen in front of No Tell Motel, but it should say, Meet to Fuck Motel. The sign stated in clear view, In-Room XXX Movies and Rooms by the Hour. Then a scan of the registration card in Kelly's handwriting, her drivers license number and the bill with the additional charges for clean sheets service, making it appear she had meet three guests with her. A scan of a charge card voucher --Kelly's charge card -- with void scribbled across the voucher. A short note was also scribed on to this charge voucher stating, that a man came in and paid cash for the room for Ms. Witherspoon, so it wouldn't be charged to her husbands card.
The tape continued as a very hot looking Kelly came to view as she spoke. They all could see what Frank saw that first day as Kelly said, "Frank honey, I am you slut, your fuck toy, your cum dump, your fuck for the weekend. Please, fuck me bareback, right here and now. You get my most personal prize that I can offer, to father my child. I want to fuck you over and over until you knock me up. I want to feel your hot cum spraying deep in my belly, planting your bastard in me as a constant reminder through out the years that I am nothing but a slut, Franks Slut. Please fuck me bareback," she said with a pout looking straight into the camera like a bitch in heat.
The tape went on to play clips of the bareback fucks she received where she was begging Frank to knock her up. Followed by several stills with Kelly giving blowjobs to her captors. Because of changes in clothing, it looked like 12 or more men rather than four total that it was. There were scenes of Kelly being fucked in the ass, something she refused her husband to even try. They watched the lezzie scene where Kelly and Beth then, Kelly and Tracy; followed by Kelly and Terri all seemed to be enjoying each other. There were various scenes and all were so convincing. Kelly just wanted to crawl in a hole and die.
Kelly thought she couldn't cry anymore, but tears ran down her cheek. As she watched herself, she knew what she said and what she did on that tape were forced upon her and her friends, but no one would ever believe it. As she watched, she couldn't believe what she lived through. Kelly thought surely that the tape would show her friends and her were forced into these situations. Even that damn training collar looks like a choker accessory. Her hair hid the battery pack. Kelly knew that no one would believe that she was forced after viewing that tape. Even the tears that did show on the tape made it seem that she wanted it so bad she was crying for it in the clips of her bareback fucking with Frank were she was begging for the fuck, for the sole purpose of giving her a child.
Kelly then saw images of her bed room with her in on her back spread and ready to fuck with short clips of her captors, she understood now why Jim had her keep changing the sheets, it looked like different guys, even the clock time was changed. She looked at herself and saw a whore in search of cock or cunt.
As the tape comes to the end, it showed stills on the screen with Kelly on her knee's smiling, with one hand on a cock and you could tell she was hacking the cock off. In addition, because of the size and shapes of the cocks, it was plainly evident that it was different guys. Kelly's face clearly visible, as was her wedding ring. The final shot was a zoom of a guy just popping his load as the camera zooms in to just her hand with wedding ring covered in cum.
Kelly knew at that moment, that no one could every see that tape. She knew that Jim had won. She was his toy and anyone he chose to give her too. She knew that if this tape got to her husband, he would leave her. That would be her demise, it would mean her inheritance would be gone, leaving her with no money, no husband, nowhere to live, having no job, she knew she was trapped. Kelly knew that Jim, Frank, Joe and Buck would be in charge from now on.
The women all knew that the picture and video were available and that they captors would be using them against them. It was now up to Tracy, Terri, Beth and Kelly. If anyone didn't cooperate, it would mean destroying the entire group.
As Jim shut off the video he spoke, "Ladies, I hoped you enjoyed Kelly's little show, and I want to thank you all for helping her with such a splendid presentation. I have a similar tape for each one of you. But, understand the common thread here, it's like the three musketeers -- one for all and all for one. I know that you already know that if these tapes get out, it will take it toll on all of you. So you see I own you now. Those bodies aren't yours any more, they are mine. My friends here have access to your bodies when ever they choose. Now on to Beth's video premier," he said with a grin.
As the screen came to life, everyone saw a very hot looking Beth's, with her car, the very car her rich husband-to-be had given her. The video faded into a similar view to Kelly's tape, a view of The No Tell Motel, In Room XXX Movies, Rooms by the Hour in clear view. Followed by still's of the registration card in Beth's handwriting, her drivers license number, the bill with the additional charges for clean sheets, service six of them, making it appear Beth had met six guests and after each of the meetings, clean sheets had to be provided, without saying anything it was clear she fucked six guys in one day. A scan of the charge voucher popped on the screen with VOID written across the voucher. A note written on the voucher that two gentlemen came in and paid for Ms. Henners' room in cash.
Tracy's video was then inserted. As the screen came to life, everyone saw Tracy's car come to view on the screen in front of The No Tell Motel, complete with sign showing. Also, in clear view, was what appeared to be Tracy's panties hanging from the rear view mirror. This was followed a scan of the registration card in Tracy's own handwriting, her drivers license number, the bill with the additional charges for clean sheets service and clean up service. It made it appear as if Tracy had met many guests as well as it appeared that she had a party that required maid service that visit to clean the room up with an additional room service charge for a box of 24 condoms..
Finally, Terri's 'Red' video was inserted. As the video began, everyone saw Red's car, came to view on the screen in front of The No Tell Motel. Also, in clear view, was what appeared to be Red's panties hanging from the doorknob. This was followed a scan of the registration card in Red's own handwriting, her drivers license number, the bill with the additional charges for nonstop porn pay for view, and the clean up service with an additional room service charges for a box of eatable panties, K-Y lube and condoms. There was even an additional charge for having to clean the carpet due to used condoms being tossed on the carpet, making it appear that she just rented a room for a fuck fest.
Clips from the weekend were flashed across the screen. Terri was shocked at how she looked like the poster girl for fuck toy of the year. Watching some of her jumping jacks and hearing herself say, "Come on guys, don't these bouncing tit's make you want to stick your cocks between them. Get over and stick it to me. Use my mouth, ass and cunt. I NEED IT BAD, I NEED A GOOD FUCKING -- Come on guys, USE ME!!!!"
Now that Jim had the women's attention, each in they own way had to make sure their tape would never get out. They knew the more they do, the more they had to be blackmailed with. However, there is no way out. Jim outlined what Frank had told them days earlier, that if any one bitch failed, tried to run away or violated the rules, everybody would pay the price. It was also announced that all the guys had been given copies of keys to the ladies home and car's. Then there was a warning not to change the locks, doing so would mean that their family and friends would be reviewing some interesting video.
Frank reminded Jim of the thank you gifts and as Jim continued addressing the group, he stated, "The guys thought we should give you a thank you gift for being such good fuck toys and for being new members of 'The Slut Club'. We thought long and hard trying to find the perfect gift, sluts like you would appreciate." Jim said as he directed them to open their gifts. As they opened the small box, each discovered they all received a set of Ben Wa Ball's. The reactions were mixed as Kelly and Beth didn't know what they were but 'Red" and Tracy sure did.
Jim continued, see a sluts have a need to have the void in their cunts filled. These balls are to be inserted into you twat. As you walk around you will discoverer that they have a marvelous effect on you cunt. You may try to avoid erotic thoughts but these babies inserted, erotic thought will be the norm not the exception. You will make sure that when you leave the house you will have them inserted. If, while you are out, your cunt is needed just pull them out and place them in you mouth. That way you will keep them clean. I am sure we all have things to do and want to get home, so go ahead and put your new best friend inside your cunts. One last thing, remember the rules.
With the balls inserted, the special collars were removed, the last announcement was made that they would be receiving their diaries shortly by massager, so expect them. With that said, the new Slut Club members were allowed to leave and the gym was locked. Each of the women went home for some soul searching, a good long soak in a hot bath, and, yes a good cry. Because each one knew they were trapped, for different reasons, but trapped just as well. |
19,415 | Workplace Witch | GoldRogue | NonConsent/Reluctance | 2017-10-30 | 2018-04-22 | 2022-01-01 15:45:00 | 2 | literotica.com | https://www.literotica.com/s/workplace-witch | 1. Halloween Short. 2. Jeff surprises Lorraine to gain his freedom. | ['Affair', 'Female Dominent', 'Halloween', 'Mature'] | 4.22 | Jeff shook his head and muttered to himself as he drove behind the sedan with a fake bloody arm hanging out of the trunk, "Well it's almost over," he thought as some costumed co-workers ran laughing across the parking lot as freed autumn leaves blew in the breeze around them. He parked his car and grabbed his lunch bag, "Just have to get through this day and take the kids out on the street tonight and its done."
His kids were six and eight so Halloween was a big deal for them. He tried to make it enjoyable for them but felt that adults should leave these things to kids. Having it in the workplace was just unprofessional. He wasn't an old man, in fact he was just thirty, tall and fit, clean cut, and he liked fun but all this Halloween stuff was so childish.
He walked into the front door of his building and was greeted cheerily by the security guard who had an arrow through his head with fake blood down both sides of his face and over his snow white uniform shirt. "Hey Jeff," he grinned.
"Jesus Leo. Not you too. Fuck man."
Leo laughed, "Hey! It's just a bit of fun you stick-in-the-mud! You should see your boss!"
"What's that old witch up to?" Lorraine Connors was her name and she was known in the company as being demanding, sometimes petty, sometimes mean and borderline incompetent. He wasn't the only one that called her a witch and it wasn't the only name people whispered behind her back. "Slut" was another as it was generally believe, without any real proof, that she had slept her way to her position as Manager of Human Resources and Payroll. He called her old as she was about fifty but everyone, including himself, had to grudgingly admit she looked amazing for her age and dressed to kill. Other women claimed she had plastic surgery and breast implants but as far as he could tell she just looked after herself well; working out, watching what she ate and making good use of cosmetics. She definitely had the laser eyes corrective surgery done however and her perfect straight white teeth suggested a lot of money had gone into those too. So inflated titties? Maybe. They were round and magnificent. He was only at the company for about two years now so he hadn't seen her tits before that.
"It's the one time during the year that she can actually wear her real cloths to the office," Leo grinned.
"So the witch is dressed as a witch," Jeff groaned.
Leo looked around and whispered conspiratorially, "Man she got on these black high heels and fish net stockings! Oh my good God man, she may be a witch but what a hottie."
Jeff waved goodbye and went up to his cubicle in payroll. Lorraine's office was down the hall between them and HR. His plan as to put his head down and work and let the silliness of the day pass him by. He doubted he would get so lucky however as Lorraine was actively trying to seduce him. It wasn't that in another place and time he wouldn't enjoy fucking her brains out but he was married to a great woman and had two young kids. He loved his wife, she was an amazing mom, and worked part time to provide them with secondary income. The last thing he wanted to do was betray her. They used to have an amazing sex life but unfortunately with the kids, her work on the side, and really doing the bulk of the household chores she was exhausted most evenings and their sex life had eroded to maybe once a month. It was wonderful when they were able but they commonly went weeks without. He admitted that it left him open to Lorraine's advances and she knew she was getting to him. He knew that excited her all the more and he surmised that her sex life at home may be leaving a bit to be desired as well. Her husband was a tremendously successful man with several businesses but the mid-age spread and good life had taken him. His belly split over his belt and his sprawling bald spot made him look more like an old monk these days.
Lorraine was actually the boss of his boss but she liked to throw her weight around the office. It was a constant power trip. His boss provided no buffer between Lorraine and Payroll. His take seemed to be that if Lorraine was terrorizing them then he was being left alone.
The flirting had started the moment she had unfortunately noticed him checking her out. She was a beautiful woman and always looked good but he regretted those early days when he had foolishly thought it would be just some innocent flirting. He noticed as well that he appeared to be her only target at the moment but she was very discreet. It started with looks and smiles and then prolonged conversations in the hallways. She found out he was married but that seemed to only fuel her desire even more. Then there was casual touching. He would have to show her something on an opened file and she would touch his hand underneath the folder. She would ask him to show her something on the computer and use it as an excuse to lean over him, pushing her large round breasts against him, her stylish shoulder length auburn hair against his cheek and the smell of her expensive perfume in his nostrils. They had a scent free work place but she blatantly ignored it.
It escalated quickly to outright passes. Under the table at a meeting she would reach over and caress his leg. "You must work out." She'd tell him and squeeze his ass. It was impossible to ignore but he tried. That only took it to the next level. One day she e-mailed him to go to her office. She started asking him some questions on a routine pay matter that she should not be involved in. She told him to sit in her chair and show him something on the computer while she squatted next to him. Her door was slightly ajar but people didn't willingly go into her office.
"You know you do know this stuff," she complimented him sweetly, "And Walter is getting close to retirement. That job could be yours if you played your cards right." With that she slipped her hand through the arm rest of her expensive leather chair, over his side and right on his cock.
"Jesus Lorraine!" he jumped in the chair and gripped onto the arm rests.
"What's wrong Jeff?" she just laughed, "A woman never grabbed you before?"
"God!" he said shocked as she began to rub as well as squeeze and probe through his dress pants to try and determine his size. "I'm married."
"Married people fuck other married people all the time Jeff," she whispered seductively.
"I don't want to cheat on my wife," he hissed.
"You want to cheat yourself out of an amazing lay? You're getting hard," she smirked.
"I know, you're rubbing me, that doesn't mean a thing." He took her hand away and stood up, "But I'm stopping this now. I don't want you touching me any more Lorraine."
"You're such a good family man Jeff? You want to provide for them? Fucking me will fucking double your income. Don't be stupid. It's just some casual office sex."
"No," he told her firmly and left her office.
That was about two months ago and things had progressively gotten worse for him, and his unit for that matter. Work piled up and project after project came over from Lorraine. She sent him several special projects which required massive amounts of work for which he had to take home just to get it even reasonably finished on time. He was paid by salary so didn't benefit from any overtime.
For one such project she instructed him in writing to personally bring her the file as soon as he finished. On the diary date, feeling very exhausted late in the afternoon, he went to her office with it. She smiled at him smugly as she got up from her large mahogany desk and walked around to lean her bum back on it and cross her long legs and arms to look at him. "You look like shit."
She didn't look like shit, dressed in a smart dress suit, navy blue, with a tight short skirt and her legs encased in black sexy nylons with black high heels. She had an expensive pale blue silk blouse and her breasts almost exploded out of it. In spite of his hatred of her and his utter fatigue he found his eyes slowly dropping over her long body. "I'm exhausted trying to keep up with all the work."
"Gee. Hope that isn't affecting your sex life too much!" she said with mock concern.
"I'm good."
"Tell you what. Here's a good plan for you. Take a few days, paid vacation, a bonus, come back refreshed. When the building clears out a bit after five you fuck me on that couch," she nodded her head on the expensive long leather couch along the far wall. "I make sure you get Walter's job. In fact I'll force him out. Now isn't that a good career plan for you? Think how good all that extra income will be for your family. And Jeff, honey, all you're doing is getting laid!" she stressed, "Fuck it's not like I'm asking you to do anything illegal. Everyman in this building would like to fuck me, why are you being difficult about it!"
He was about to spit that he highly doubted that every man in the building wanted to fuck her but he knew hostility wouldn't help him a bit, and really she probably wasn't far off, especially the way she looked today. "Look Lorraine. I'm sorely tempted. I really am. You're an incredibly gorgeous woman. I'm tempted without the incentives. But I'm committed to my wife and my marriage."
She looked at him with borderline hate, "Suit yourself." He turned and walked away. Just before he got to the door she called out, "Hey Jeff?" When he looked at her she smirked back as she tossed his file into the waste basket. He was fuming with rage as he stomped back to his cubicle.
As time went on she let up on him and his unit a bit. He imagined that the return wasn't worth the effort for her. Perhaps she had another target. He just kept his nose down and did his work.
When he got off the elevator and went to his section Lorraine was there in costume with a half dozen people busily sucking up to her. "Oh wow!" he said before he could catch himself. She did look good. She had hair extensions that were long and streaked with red and green and a satin wide brimmed witch's hat. Her face was white with powder, professionally applied no doubt, her lips were painted a deep rich red and she had a fake pointed nose that sported the customary wart. The dress was incredible. Skin tight, black, short, and plunging neckline to display maximum cleavage which was dusted white as well. Her arms and hands were encased in black lace and her long legs looked amazing in black fish net stockings. Long black, high heel leather boots completed the outfit. She just smirked at him while the others tried desperately to use the situation to repeatedly compliment her and gain favour. "I think it's time for us to all get to work," she remarked and they scattered like drunken teens seeing a police car. "Love the handsome stud costume Jeff," she remarked when the rest were out of ear shot.
"I have to get that report together for you. The total shift differential for ... what was it? The last five years? Sorted by Section, period, and project."
"Yeah. Well you can do all that .... or you know? Just come to my office and fuck me."
"Who'll get that report for you then?"
"Walter. That and another five or six I'll tell him I want asap and I want him to do personally. That'll drive him out and I'll obviously be heading up the process to hire his replacement. Guess who?"
"Why don't you just fuck Walter?" he was getting a bit on edge.
"Cause he don't look like a quarterback."
"I played baseball."
"Yummy! Do you still have your uni? Maybe we can have our own private costume party!" He had sat in his cubicle and she leant on the divide, resting her breasts on the half wall.
"I'll have that report done as soon as possible Ms. Connors."
"Progress report meeting. My office. Ten."
"That's break," he muttered.
"Think I give a fuck?" she asked sweetly and walked away.
He really didn't want to, but it was an amazing costume so he stole a quick look. "Jesus," he whispered low to himself as he watched her ass wiggle away, "What a fucking witch." She turned to look back and he snapped his eyes back to his computer screen. Her pleased laughter told him he was too late.
Ten o'clock came quick and he took some printed spreadsheets in a file with some other odds and ends. He knew he wouldn't need them. He hated her but try as he might he couldn't get her and that damn witch's outfit out of his mind all morning. Worse yet when his mind started to wander back to her his cock started to stiffen. So he hated himself too.
He went down the hall to her office. Walter seen him and ducked into the side stairwell. "Fucking coward," he thought.
Her door was half open and her scared looking young assistant was in with her. "Oh Jeff. Yes that shift diff progress meeting. That will be all Lauren. Oh and sorry I'm not going to be able to grant that day off next week. I'll have some work that will need to be done on Jeff's report."
"But Ms. Connors .... I have plans." The deflated young girl said.
"Well honey it's not a good idea to make plans before your time off is signed off. Golden rule!" The girl went out dejected.
"Jesus Lorraine," he signed and shook his head.
"Well if I wasn't so sexually frustrated maybe I wouldn't be such a witch."
"So it's my fault? You're saying it's my fault?" he exclaimed in exasperation.
"Well it sorta is you know." She leaned back against her desk. "You know you could be her knight in shining armour. Her and all the little serfs out there. Slay the dragon! Kill the witch. Take out your lance and stick her with it. Over. And. Over."
"Jesus Lorraine," he gulped.
"Come here and show me some of those numbers now." She smiled and looked at him with her light brown eyes, so light they were almost golden. When he got close she reached over and grabbed his pants by the waist line.
"Stop it Lorraine," he pulled back weakly. His resistance was crumbling fast. Damn costume he tried to rationalize to himself. She got her other hand inside his waist line and pulled him into her. "I can't," he whispered low and hoarse.
"No?" she said lowly before she kissed him.
Her lips felt way softer and tender than they should have been. She kissed him again and a third time. He expected her tongue to push forcefully into his mouth. It never did.
"Tell you what," she whispered, "You're a nice guy. I'm going to let you off the hook. Sort of. A bit. Just go down on me."
"What?" he asked dumbfounded, his mind swimming with her closeness and her perfume.
"Sure. I'm so horney I'm going to cum right away, you'll be done in no time, and like Bill said it's not sexual relations right? I have to win this right? I have to get my way. You know it has to be like that. So that will be the lowest cost win right? You can go home to your wife and tell yourself I didn't fuck her. I'll lay off all the work and give missy the day off. I won't go after Walter but when he does go I'll seriously consider you for his job. I respect you for sticking up to me. The company needs strong guys like you. But I have to win. I have to cum at least once. Ok?"
Her words were like a spell. He tried to answer but she kissed him again with slick lips, her fake nose poking into his face a bit.
"Ok?" her hands were on his shoulders now and she gently pushed him down. "Just once ok?"
He dropped his file and felt himself kneel down and it was as if he was in another realm as she pulled up her tight dress, punching it up around her waist.
"God." He whispered looking at her stockings ending around her shapely slender thighs, the expanse of smooth tanned bare skin ending in lace black panties. Then her hand went down to pull the panties to one side revealing a very neatly trimmed pussy, shaved on the sides.
"God's not here," she whispered, "Just us servants of the devil. It's ok to sin." She leaned back on the desk, spreading her legs wider, "Go ahead!"
He found that his hands were on the warm smooth flesh of her thighs above her stockings, gently pushing her legs wider still. His mouth was just inches from her now and the intoxicating aroma of her filled his nostrils. A faint far away voice screamed in his mind to get up and leave. Instead he stuck out his tongue and pushed it against her.
She gave a victorious laugh, "Yeah! That's it!"
He licked up her slit and she hissed out in pleasure as his tongue slipped over her clit.
"Yeah! Fuck yeah!" she gripped the side of the desk and arched her back further, throwing back her head in pleasure as he flicked his tongue over her. Her hat fell off onto the desk. The faraway voice got muffled to silence as the taste of her filled his mouth. He sucked on her clit and rubbed his tongue forcefully against it. She inhaled and exhaled audibly as he worked and occasionally groaned in pleasure until he felt her pull up on his arms.
Did she cum, he thought, I didn't think she came, but he stood up.
"Now fuck me!" she hissed as her hands went immediately to the zipper of his casual pants.
"What?" he said stupefied but her hand was inside his pants now and she pulled out his hard cock.
"Fuck me!"
"But you said ..."
"Be a fucking man Jeff!" she hissed like a demon, "You want me! Take me! Show me who the man is here! Fuck me!" It worked. He suddenly grunted and reached down to slide his arm under her knee and he lifted up one long leg. He was iron hard and his cock stuck up and out. He stepped in and shoved forward with his hips. He grunted and she hissed as it slid against her but didn't go in. Then he reached down with his free hand and pulled it a bit lower, pushing it against her so when he thrust forward with his hips again she yelped out as it penetrated her. He leaned forward and held onto the desk as he pushed again and slid deep inside her. She laughed out loud triumphantly, "Now fuck me!"
He did. Forgetting everything, his wife, his kids, his dog. Everything! He grunted as he thrust into her over and over. She leaned back with her hands trying to keep from getting pushed back on the desk. She laughed as papers and files flew off and onto the floor. She got her other leg up and hooked her ankles together. "Oh fuck! Oh fuck! Oh yes! YES!"
It was like some kind of dream. Her painted up witch's face with the big pointy fake nose grimacing and looking at him as she came. Her big round powdered breasts wobbled as he fucked her and he reached quickly forward to grab one as he started to cum as well. Pleasure buzzed out of his loins and he grunted as he exploded inside her as he squeezed her tit hard, digging his fingers into it. "God!" he grunted as his orgasm subsided and he pulled out of her and stepped back in shock as he started to come to his senses. She was grinning at him with diabolical glee. "Oh my God what have I done?" he whispered.
"You fucked me!" she said happily as she casually reached over and took a few tissues from a gold laced tissue box on her desk. She pushed them against her pussy, pulled her panties back over, slid off the desk and started adjusting her outfit. "Wow! And it was good too. God I needed that! Hey? Do you need a tissue? Looks like you do." She smirked.
He looked down to see a dollop of sperm, clinging to the head of his half hard but softening cock, slowly start to drip down. He quickly pushed his cock back in and zipped up before sitting down in a chair with a look of shock on his face.
"No?" she grinned, "Sure? You really knocked that one outta the park slugger! Well you can rest there while I get freshened up. Not every day you fuck the boss hey?" she said as she walked into her private bathroom. "Nail a witch. Have an affair. It was a big day for you!" He put his face into his hands.
"Well it's done now. Seeds are planted. You know you were a bit rough! I think you may have bruised my boob. You animal. And you bent my nose a bit. That was not cool Jeff! I have a costume party tonight with Mr. Big Gut Stubby Dick. There." She came out again. "Time to go Jeff. Pull yourself together."
"You bitch!" he looked up and hissed at her in anger.
"That's witch. Relax. You got laid, big deal. Now you have to walk out there and act like nothing happened so pull yourself together," she said as she tidied up her desk and picked papers up off the floor.
He didn't wait for that and just stomped out, slamming the door behind him. Walter and a couple of others were at the end of the hall and seen him. "She's such a fucking bitch!" he hissed as he went by.
"Yup."
An hour later while he sat at his desk, still in a spin, Lauren came over. "She told me she scrapped the shift diff project cause you said the numbers are meaningless. I can get my day off now, she already signed off. Thanks Jeff."
"Hey Lauren. Did you hear anything when I was in with her? Ahhh yelling or anything?" Lauren's office was across from Lorraine's.
"No. You had it out with her hey?" she grinned and squeezed his hand then walked off.
"Well that's something I guess." As the day went on he got a few e-mails from Lorraine. Very professional and with others CCed, cancelling a few projects and deferring others. "I'll just put it behind me," he thought, "I took one for the team. Things are getting better here already.
That afternoon Lauren came running for him, "She wants to see you in her office right away. Says she got a really important file to show you." He had no choice but to go with her.
"You can keep the door open Lauren. This won't take long."
"Yes ma'am."
"Here Jeff. Take a look. I have another copy in my safe by the way."
He felt cold and clammy, like someone had just walked over his grave. This couldn't be good and he guessed what it was. She clicked her mouse and a video started to play, she had the sound off. "I cut out the beginning and end of this copy. But you get the gist." The video very clearly showed him having sex with her. Except you couldn't see her face and it didn't even look like her with the long hair and highlites. But you could clearly see his face and it definitely wasn't his wife. It didn't look like he was being coerced, if fact just the opposite, as he held up her leg and pushed into her with authority. "I put the camera just over there, hidden in the book case. "
"What do you plan on doing," he whispered in a croak.
"Nothing really. As long as you play along." He never said anything so eventually she continued in a whisper, "You're just going to be doing a lot more fucking. You didn't think I'd be happy with just once now did you Jeff? You'll fuck me for as long as I want or the little woman gets the file." She put a post it note with his wife's e-mail address, their address, home phone and her cell number on the desk. "I got it from your insurance papers."
"Fuck." He muttered.
"That's right Jeff. Again and again. Your downfall was that you were so good! If you had to just stick it in and cum you'd be free. But ohhhh no! You had to go and make me see stars! You can go for the day now. I told Lauren that it's with full pay. And tomorrow. Come back with a hard on though." She laughed as he left her office in shock.
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19,416 | Works Night Out | StrawberryThief | NonConsent/Reluctance | 2017-07-01 | 2017-07-01 | 2022-01-01 15:45:02 | 1 | literotica.com | https://www.literotica.com/s/works-night-out | A drink with colleagues takes an unexpected turn. | ['Anal', 'Femdom', 'Ffm', 'Humiliation', 'Male Submissive', 'Non-Con', 'Noncon', 'Public'] | 3.77 | He's a bit of a pervert, on the sly. He likes looking at his colleagues -- he's lucky, as he's one of the only men working with a group of younger women. There's Sarah, slim and blonde and icy-eyed; the playfully mean Suzy; and Rachel, all brown eyes and curves and soft brunette hair. He thinks he's subtle when he watches them walk across the department, watches them bend to pick up a discarded file, watches them lift the hair from their necks on a hot day. He's a good colleague, respectful and professional, but he watches them. He's been warned that it's not really on, but he can't help himself. They're just too close, too gorgeous, too tempting.
They're on a night out. Some colleague is leaving, so they're all out at a bar in town. It's a warm evening, and he's surrounded by people and skin. Short floaty dresses and low-cut tops, sandals with straps that snake suggestively up slim ankles. There's the scent of bodies in the air, and it makes him hungry for contact.
At the bar, Rachel leans forward to place her order. "Gin and tonic, please." He's behind her, and -- oh dear -- he's pushing up against her, and only then really realises that the warmth and the smells and the suggestions of flesh mean that his cock is hardening, and he's pushing it against the smooth curve of Rachel's bottom.
She turns, and fixes his eyes with a steady gaze. Deliberately lowers her eyes to his crotch, and back to his face again.
"You think you're subtle, don't you, Steve?"
Shocked, he steps backwards quickly, laughing. "What? Ha, um... what?" For a moment, he thinks she knows -- all his secret fantasies about her, and the others. He's blushing, and laughing, and confused. But she just rolls her eyes and walks away, carrying a condensation-covered gin and tonic in each hand. She's heading over to Sarah, so he turns back to the bar, thirsty and a bit shaken, ready for a drink now.
He's waiting to be served. The bar is busy, but even so it seems to be taking a long time to get noticed. He's aware, suddenly, of a body pressing up hard behind him, and then laughter right by his ear, a little too loud and a tiny bit drunk. Then whoever it is starts grinding hard into him, and clearly finding it hilarious. Throat dry with embarrassment, he looks over his shoulder just as Sarah grabs his collar and starts dry-humping him theatrically, while Rachel stands at a little distance, gin in hand, eyes glittering and grinning hugely.
"How do you like it, huh, Steve?!"
"Jesus, Sarah, stop it! I'm sorry! I've had a drink, that's all..."
People are starting to look, now. Strangers, and colleagues -- senior managers and junior assistants, all lowering their conversation and starting to watch the strange goings-on at the bar.
"We're all _drinking_ , Steve. It doesn't mean you can just start rubbing your pathetic cock on women's arses, though, does it?!"
Rachel laughs at Sarah's words, and he sees her turn to the man standing next to her, seemingly confirming that he had just in fact done this to her. His embarrassment soars.
"Sarah, no, I'm _so_ sorry. I get it. I'm sorry."
"But Steve. We've had a chat like this before, haven't we? And you said you were sorry then. But you never seem to stop acting like a little bitch on heat, do you? Staring and drooling and rubbing yourself up against nice tight arses at every opportunity. I think it's time we taught you an actual lesson."
He's sweating now, nervous.
"Um, what? What do you mean? Lesson...?"
Her face sets, and she spits an order. "Kneel."
He laughs; he doesn't believe what he's hearing. "... What?!"
"Kneel. Back against the bar, then kneel."
"No. You can't mean it. I'm sorry..." He looks about the room, as if someone will help. Sarah laughs, and looks over at Rachel. The room is pretty quiet now, with just a murmur of conversation in the background. No one moves.
"Awww, look, Rach! He doesn't get it."
Rachel walks over, picking up Sarah's drink on the way. The two stand in front of him, drinks in hand, eyes shining with amusement; gorgeous and a bit flushed and a little tipsy, a little edgy.
Sarah's voice hardens again. "Seriously, Steve. Get on your knees. Now."
He realises he has no choice, and sinks down, knees landing in the sticky remains of spilt drinks and shoe dirt.
" _There's_ a good boy. See? You _can_ be a good boy. I knew you had it in you." Rachel snorts back laughter at this. He can't believe how callous they are being, how hard.
Sarah leans over him to the bar, placing her drink down carefully. He can smell her, suddenly -- so close. Then without warning, she grabs his hair and pulls his head back hard. He gasps in pain, and then she steps closer, right up to him, pulls him forward and grinds his face hard into her crotch.
"That's what you really want, isn't it? Isn't it?!"
He moans, "Noooo..."
"Oh, yes. I think it is. You rub your little cock up against our arses, but this is what you reaaally want, isn't it."
She's grinding and grinding his face between her legs, gyrating against his face, and he can smell her scent -- sharp and sweet -- and he suddenly knows how turned on she is, and his cock twitches involuntarily. He lets out a low groan, deep and desperate. The world has shrunk to the smell of her cunt, and her hand gripping his hair; the people around him forgotten in the haze of sensation. All he wants is to lick her, lick that smell, drink it in.
"There we go," she says. "That's what you want. You're just a dirty little animal, aren't you? Admit it. Dirty."
And he finds himself agreeing. He hears himself say, "Yesss. Mmmmmm -- yes, dirty..." It sounds like it's someone else saying it, a long way away. All he cares about is that this doesn't stop, he'll do anything to keep this moment going.
But then, the hand in his hair tightens, and his face is suddenly removed from the warmth and that glorious scent. He's being forced to look up, into the women's faces. Rachel looks a bit bored, and she says, "Come on, Sarah. Let's _really_ punish him. He's enjoying that way too much." Sarah's hand pulls, hard, and she almost barks at him, "Up! Stand up, turn round, lean on the bar. Now!"
He obeys, immediately. He's just desperate to please them, to have their attention on him. He leans forward onto the bar, and Rachel says, "Good! He's getting the idea. Stick that backside out for us."
He's now not sure who's standing where behind him; all he knows is that a hand trails lazily over his arse, and he pushes out and presents it for all he's worth, hoping his buttocks look tight for these amazing girls. The hand squeezes, thumb digging in a little between his cheeks, and that tiny movement fills him with another wave of desire.
"OK, trousers down." Sarah's voice is somewhere behind him, and he fumbles with the button on his jeans and pushes them down round his ankles. The air's cooler on his thighs, and the hand sweeps over his bottom again, then yanks on the waistband of his underpants. "And whatever frilly little knickers you're wearing. Down, now."
He can't move quickly enough for her. As he pushes his pants down, he's aware of his erection springing forward. There's a titter of laughter somewhere in the room, but it barely reaches him, and he doesn't care anyway. He knows what his function is here.
Sarah's disembodied voice is almost impressed. "Good boy! You really are becoming much more obedient. Now, then. About that lesson..."
Her cool, smooth hand strokes his arse. It almost feels like she is appraising it, sizing it up, assessing what it might take. And then, _thwack!_ \-- she strikes him hard with her hand. A stinging spank, and then another, and another. He grips the bar tight, and with each stroke feels the blood surge up to the surface of his skin, and down to his swollen dick.
_Thwack!_ She places each blow carefully -- she has done this before. She spreads them out, and then lands a few directly on top of each other. He is yelping, moaning, jumping forward.
"So! ( _thwack!_ ) Steve. This ( _thwack!_ ) is to teach you not to go around perving and groping and generally being a nasty little pervert. And I _know_ you're enjoying it ( _thwack!_ ), but keep that hand _off_ that pathetic penis. You don't touch without permission, and for now that includes yourself, you foul little excuse for a man. Do you understand?"
"Yes! Yes...! Sarah, I'm sorry, I'm sorry..."
There's laughter again, and then Rachel is next to him, turning his face towards her. She says, "Poor Steve! Trousers round his ankles in public, getting a spanking for being a naughty boy. But _we_ know how you really feel..." and, suddenly, blissfully, her hand is on his cock, gripping and stroking. She turns back to Sarah, and says, "He really is enjoying this too much. We need to, um, drive the message home a little more..."
Her hand is gone, and his erection is painful, solid, wonderful. He looks down, and sees pre-cum trailing towards the dirty floor, and he feels like he might just come there and then. The pain and the humiliation and the attention all seem centred in the throb of his cock, but his mind is drawn immediately elsewhere. There are hands spreading his arse cheeks, and a finger, warm with spit and slippery in a latex glove, pushing against his tight opening.
He is, suddenly, back in the room. He remembers where he is, and who else is there, and as the finger slips inside him he lets out a miserable moan, knowing that his debasement is, and will be, total. The finger feels _so_ good, though. He allows himself to push back onto it, feeling the slight stretch of his anus and knowing he wants more. Rachel says, "Stay still, Steve. Maybe this way you'll finally get the message." He knows again that he'll do anything for them, anything now and anything always, as long as this doesn't stop. As the finger pulls back and another one is inserted alongside, he feels himself being stretched open, and the knowledge of what's happening makes him lightheaded.
"Such a filthy bitch, aren't you!" Sarah is scathing. "You're _loving_ being punished in front of everyone, _loving_ being owned by us! So pathetic. You're ours now, though. You understand? You don't so much as look at us without permission from now on."
Her fingers are pumping inside him now, curling to stroke his prostate, stretching apart to open him up. He's hers, theirs; he's not his own. He's just holes, and an erection which is drooling onto the floor now.
"We know how hard it's making you!" Rachel's voice is gleeful. "We can see it! Do you want to have a little stroke in front of everyone? Show us all what a desperate little fuck you are?"
He wants so much for one of them to touch his cock. He knows he'll do anything, and he knows he'll come almost instantly. He moans, "Pleeeease..."
"What? Please what?"
"Please, Rach, please touch it..."
"Hahaaa! You want _me_ to stroke it for you? I don't _think_ so, darling. If you want something done about that throbby little dick you're going to have to do it yourself I'm afraid..."
"Oh, pleeeease, please stroke it, pleeease..."
Sarah's not impressed. "Go on, Steve, have a little wank. No one will mind."
Rachel sighs. "Steve, just sort yourself out, for fuck's sake. Get on with it."
The fingers plunge into his arsehole again -- they're Sarah's, they must be -- and he can't take much more. He steadies himself on the bar with one hand, and moves the other down, gripping and stroking and using the trails of pre-cum as lube. Her fingers are pounding into his arse, and he realises the room is practically silent around him. His colleagues are watching him like he's some kind of floorshow, trousers round his ankles and cock on show.
Sarah says, "Are you going to come for us, Steve? Hmmm? So very humiliating in front of everyone, but it can't really be helped now..." His hand is working his cock hard, fast, and as she spits and slips yet another finger into his greedy arsehole, he groans, "Oh god. Oh fuuuuuck..."
Rachel is up against his ear, saying, "Yes? How's that? Such a dirty boy. Next time remember not to rub your cock up against women who don't ask for it, otherwise you end up having all sort of things done to you that you didn't ask for. Now, hurry up and have your little orgasm, so we can get back to our gin..."
He's breathing hard, pushing back against Sarah's fingers, and she's plunging in and out, going deep and hard. And Rachel again says, 'Come for us, Steve", and this time it's enough. He judders and makes a guttural cry as he comes hard, shooting onto the dirty bar floor. Sarah's hand seems to fill his arse, and he clenches around it again and again as waves of pleasure and shame flow over him.
Her hand slows, and pulls out, and he feels bereft, needy, used. Rachel's hand is in his hair, kindly this time, and he looks up at her, cock still in hand. Glancing down at him, however, a sudden expression of distaste crosses her face.
"Oh, for fuck's sake, Steve, you've come on my shoe."
"What...?" He's spent, shameful; his awareness of his surroundings is coming back once again.
"Clean it up, then you can go."
He doesn't understand. It doesn't compute. What does she mean? This is _nice_ Rachel, after all. She likes him...? Behind him, Sarah laughs quietly, and realisation dawns.
"You don't mean... I can't..." This feels like the final straw. Tears spring to his eyes.
"Lick it off, and _then_ you can pull your panties up. You can stay for another drink if you like, or you can just go home. But not until you've cleaned my shoe."
So he does. He lowers himself again to his knees, amongst the spilt drinks and the shoe dirt and his own cold cum, and licks the spatter off her shoe. And when he stands up and pulls up his trousers, he knows that from now on he'll do anything they ask of him, anything at all and, actually, you know, he likes it. Because he is a bit of a pervert, on the sly. |
19,417 | The Works | pietop | NonConsent/Reluctance | 2014-03-10 | 2014-03-10 | 2022-01-01 14:47:38 | 1 | literotica.com | https://www.literotica.com/s/the-works-1 | A modest newlywed opens up on her last day of vacation. | ['Gangbang', 'Massage', 'Newlywed', 'Seduction', 'Shy', 'Spa', 'Vacation', 'Wife'] | 4.29 | Andrea and Mitch were enjoying their first real vacation since their honeymoon. It was late afternoon when they began to walk back from the beach, hand in hand. Mitch had a knapsack slung over one bare, sunburnt shoulder. He would blame married life and his desk-job for his complexion and physique before taking personal responsibility. He wasn't terribly out of shape, just a little thicker and a loss of the definition he'd had in college. He knew it would only get worse as they got older, but he wasn't too concerned at the moment. "At least I've still got my hair!" He would say to himself. His father had gone bald early, and many of his friends' hair was thinning already. Having a head of thick, curly black hair made him feel younger than he was. Or at least younger than his peers, which was enough for him.
Andrea walked gracefully, barefoot, beside him in her modest bikini and sarong. She preferred to dress for comfort, and lacked the self-confidence to wear anything more revealing. Despite this, Mitch had managed to convince her to sunbathe topless in the relative privacy of the windscreen that curved around behind their beach chairs. Even though there was no chance anyone saw them - the beach was all but deserted - she blushed at the thought of it. At the same time, she felt a rush of excitement. Her pulse quickened and a shiver rippled through her body, leaving her momentarily lightheaded.
"You okay?" Mitch asked, noticing a change in her step.
Andrea smiled in return. Mitch loved that smile; so bright and full. He never understood why she was so self-conscious. He, along with pretty much everyone else they met, thought she was beautiful. Especially on the rare occasions when she got dressed up. Though even without any outside assistance, there was only so much she could do to disguise her firm, full breasts and hips. She epitomized the hourglass figure. Topped with golden-blonde hair that shone like fire in the sun, it was hard not to notice her.
"I'm great." she replied after a brief pause. "Except maybe a little sad to be leaving tomorrow."
He nodded. "Hey, do you want to check out the resort shops on the way back to the room? That's one place we haven't explored yet."
She smiled again. "Sure, why not!"
***
As the couple strolled through the handful of shops, looking through the trinkets and souvenirs, the shopkeepers would offer them tea and conversation. At first, they were a bit unsure and reserved, but they soon warmed up to the custom and readily accepted the offers as they went.
A group of young men greeted them as they left a shop full of artwork. They stood casually in front of the shop across the street brandishing cigarettes and smiles. After exchanging the typical small talk, a handsome, athletic man wearing a thin cotton shirt and loose linen pants took a step closer. "Beautiful lady," he reached an arm around her waist and gestured toward the shop, "How would you like a manicure or pedicure?" He noticed Mitch's gaze, and responded with what must have been an often repeated script. "Men are welcome too! It's okay!" He firmly slapped a friendly hand on Mitch's shoulder and winked as he spoke.
Mitch and Andrea both chuckled a bit. Though she had jumped a bit at the man's touch and wanted to shy away from his forwardness, she awkwardly stood her ground. "Nah, I'm good." Mitch replied with dismissive wave and snort. "You should go, though." He added to Andrea, almost an afterthought.
Her husband's suggestion caught her off guard, and she gave him a confused glance. "No, it's alright." she replied, hoping he would take the hint and that the man would release her from his grip. She had become aware that the man's hand was high on her waist, which put his fingers uncomfortably close to her breast. Yet, she didn't want to seem rude and pull away.
"Oh, come on." Mitch urged her gently. "It's our last day, and you deserve all the pampering you can get before we leave."
"Yes!" The young man from the salon injected himself back into the conversation. "Your husband is a wise and caring man! Let us do all the work while you sit back and relax. Since it is your last day, we will give you The Works!"
Andrea arched an eyebrow and gave Mitch a knowing look and slight head tilt before turning back to the man. "Oh yeah? How much?" She asked, preparing for the customary haggling.
"For you, beautiful lady, thirty euro. We will give you: manicure, pedicure, massage, and facial." He emphatically counted out each service on his fingers as he listed them.
Andrea arched her brows. It actually sounded like a decent deal. "Hmmm..." Mitch pondered aloud. "Thirty's a little steep. How about twenty?"
The man smiled in return. "Twenty-five. And for you, my friend, we will close the store and your wife will have our undivided attention. No interruptions; just relaxing peace and quiet while a handful of men cater to her every desire. She will be treated like the princess she is." After this last, she noticed the man's eyes quickly slide up and down her body. Mitch hadn't noticed, though. "For five more euros, I will have champagne and fresh fruit brought to her."
Mitch smiled and shook the man's hand. "Deal!" As he dug out his wallet, he looked to Andrea, who stared at him somewhat disbelieving. "Have a nice time, honey! I'll swing back around in an hour or so." He paid the man, gave her a peck on the cheek, and then wandered away before she could figure out what to say.
"Right this way." The man led her inside with a gentle touch to her lower back. The air in the salon was heavy with incense. It was dimly lit with richly colored tapestries and fabrics covering the walls and floor. A quiet, relaxing melody snaked its way through the room from some unseen speaker system.
"I am Asim." The man they had spoken to introduced himself as he handed her a thick, white cotton robe. "You may change over here." He gestured to a partition in the corner. "When you are ready, please come."
He left her standing, holding the robe, and returned to his coworkers across the room. They smiled and talked among themselves as they prepared their workspace. She looked down at the robe and realized, bashfully, that she was still in her bikini and didn't have any other clothing with her. She also realized that she had no money. Even though Mitch had already paid them, she wouldn't be able to pay any gratuity. Mitch did say that he'd come back to meet her, so she supposed he could pay them then.
She stepped behind the partition. There was a small wooden chair, and a hook on the wall with a clothes hanger dangling from it. She considered just putting the robe on over her bikini, but she remembered the thrill she got from her earlier topless sunbathing, and decided to take it off. She untied the sarong and folded it neatly on the chair. Her heart began to pound harder as she reached behind her back and unhooked the bra clasp, releasing her breasts and letting the bra slide down her arms and onto the chair. She would be able to relax better without that on, she told herself. But her erect nipples betrayed her excitement. After a brief moment of consideration, she hooked her fingers in the waist of her bottoms and slid them down her legs, bending at the waist. As she stepped out of them she could feel her cheeks burning.
Andrea tossed the panties atop her other clothes on the chair, and stood for a moment, completely naked, with only a flimsy partition of wood and fabric between her and five men. She ran her fingertips from her hips up, over her breasts, to her shoulders and back down before sliding her arms into the robe. She pulled it closed and tied it with a firm, single overhand knot. With a deep breath, she stepped out from the partition and toward the five waiting men.
They had finished their preparations, and were all looking in her direction. Asim smiled and gestured to a padded armchair with a footrest. "Champagne?" He offered as she sat. She smiled and accepted, hoping it might help calm her nerves. After a long drink, she set the champagne flute down on a tray next to the table that also had a plate of fresh fruit. "Please," Asim gestured again, "help yourself." As she bit into a strawberry she was aware of all of the men's eyes on her, and felt a bit like she was on stage. She decided to put the fruit aside for now, and have another sip of her champagne, which had been refilled when she wasn't paying attention.
"Ready to begin?" Asim asked patiently as Andrea drained the remaining champagne. She smiled and nodded. After selecting her nail polish colors, she reclined back in the chair and let the men begin their work. Asim stood behind her chair with his hands on her shoulders. "Relax." His voice was soft, yet firm. "You are on vacation, after all."
The men to her sides took her hands and began clipping, filing, and polishing her nails, while the other two did the same at her feet. With her hands and feet lifted, it almost felt as if she were floating in the sea again. It wasn't until several minutes had passed, and one of the men shifted her foot, that she became suddenly intensely conscious of the fact that she wasn't wearing anything under the robe. The hem came almost to her knee, and she wondered how much the men working on her feet could see.
Andrea felt her face flush as a tingle ran from between her legs up her spine. She tried to nonchalantly push her knees together without the men noticing, but wasn't able to move them much. Besides, the thought of those men seeing her was more than a bit of a turn-on. She had waxed for the vacation, and (now that the pain had passed) felt extra sexy and wondered if, on some level, she wanted to show of. They probably couldn't see much, she reassured herself, but just the possibility of them seeing anything at all unexpectedly excited her.
Andrea's heart continued to pound while they finished their work. Asim had been massaging her neck and shoulders the entire time. As he massaged, the thick robe gradually loosened. He slowly encouraged it farther and farther off of her shoulders, a few millimeters at a time. First loosening around the base of her neck. Then exposing her collarbone , and eventually her shoulders. His hands were warm as he pressed them firmly into her now-exposed skin. She could feel the fabric of the robe rubbing against her nipples, which were rock hard at this point.
When they had finished, she was given a few minutes to have more champagne and fruit. Again she focused more on the champagne, draining two more glasses while the nail polish dried. During this time, she noticed that the knot on her robe had loosened, and it was falling open a bit. But it was pretty much just around her shoulders, where Asim was massaging. Rather than adjusting, she decided to leave it be and take the risk.
As she finished her glass of champagne, Asim asked, "Are you ready to continue?". She nodded, and Asim gently pulled back on her shoulders, further reclining the chair and easing her head into a more relaxed position. Then, he covered her eyes with cucumber slices. He resumed his slow, gentle massage of her bare shoulders, fingers reaching ever-so-slightly farther with each pass.
While he did this, the other men resumed their posts at her hands and feet, but were now massaging, rather than filing and painting. Their fingers worked into her arches and palms, moving slowly up to forearms and calves. She barely noticed her knees being slowly pulled further apart as the men massaging her legs. This, combined with her more relaxed posture now gave the men a clear view up her robe, which they drank in hungrily as they gently rubbed her smooth legs. It wasn't until she felt a slight draft that she realized how exposed she had become. Her face burned, but as before, she found she was more excited than embarrassed.
At the same time, the men massaging her arms were reaching up her sleeves to her upper arms. Gently they stroked from her shoulder to her forearm. While they did this, her hands rested limply on their laps. She could feel their hot, hard shafts beneath the thin fabric of their pants. While she was thinking about the show she was giving the men at her feet, she absentmindedly rubbed her thumbs slowly back and forth along the bulges beneath her fingers.
Asim watched her as the robe opened farther and farther. He could see her breathing getting deeper and faster, and feel her racing pulse under his fingers. He smiled to the other men while he switched from massaging to gently caressing. By this point his fingers had nearly reached her nipples, and he began to trace the curve of her breasts before returning up to her shoulders. On their next round-trip, his fingers gently lifted the lapels of the robe, which had loosened to the point where it seemed her nipples were the only thing keeping it from slipping completely open. Ever so slowly, he leaned forward and slid the robe aside, fully exposing her firm breasts and perfect, pink nipples.
Leaning over her had put Asim's clothed cock centimeters from her face. Her eyes were covered, but she could feel the heat radiating from him and smell his musk. Her lips parted slightly and she gasped as he caressed lightly around her nipples, circling out to trace the entire curve of her breasts before running his fingers all the way up her neck, where he gently massaged her jaw.
The men at her legs had worked them even farther apart, and had been massaging farther and farther up, now tracing their fingers lightly along her upper thighs, coming ever closer to her soaking wet, and completely exposed, pussy.
All of her fingers were now involved in massaging the other two men's cocks, who no longer massaged her arms, but gently caressed her exposed breasts and teased her nipples. She was losing the ability to control her breathing, which became shallower and more erratic. Occasionally a quiet squeak would slip out. Anticipation sent shivers through her body, and she had to fight the urge to writhe on the table. The men at her feet were now grazing the glistening, pink lips of her pussy and it was driving her mad.
Asim had a hand on either side of her head and gently massaged her jaw as her breathing increased in intensity. His scent washed over her again like a drug, heightening her desire. She felt him caress her lips, and knew it wasn't his fingers. At the same time, she suddenly felt a hot, moist tongue press against her slit. She arched her back and opened her mouth, letting out an unintentional moan of pleasure. At the same time, she took Asim willingly into her mouth. Her next moan buzzed around his cock, and he grunted in approval. The men at her breasts were unabashedly fondling handfuls of firm tit with one hand, while their other hand pulled away their pants so that Andrea now had hot flesh in each hand. Dropping all pretenses, she stroked all the way up and down their cocks, while she rolled Asim's in her mouth and one of the other men alternated between licking circles around her clit and the full length of her pussy.
Andrea no longer tried to suppress her gasps and moans, and writhed uncontrollably in the chair as the men groped, licked, and caressed what felt like every inch of her body. The man at her pussy was relentless, and she felt herself getting ready to cum when he suddenly backed away. She moaned desperately around Asim's cock while tugging vigorously at the men next to her.
Asim pulled out of her mouth, and whispered in her ear, "Is there something else you want me to do for you?"
Andrea bit her lip and nodded in reply. A sudden shiver rolled over her like a wave as she felt a tongue flick momentarily across her clit.
"What do you want?" Asim's voice was still in her ear, but she could tell he had moved and was now standing between her legs.
Andrea opened her mouth to reply, but it was lost in a sharp intake of breath as she felt the head of his bare cock sliding against her waiting pussy lips. "Oh...God..." she whispered.
Asim continued sliding his cock along her slit and smiling as he watched her writhe. The heat of his bare skin against hers made her want him more. He allowed the tip to slip inside just a bit and she gasped again, arching and sending a jiggle through her tits. "Please..." she whispered, whining. "Please..." she pleaded again between gasping breaths.
Asim patiently ran the entire length of his shaft along the outside of her pussy, coating it in her wetness. "Jesus..." she gasped.
Asim leaned in again as he massaged her with the head of his cock. "Tell me what you want."
Andrea couldn't bear it any more. She wrapped her legs around him and pulled him to her as she thrust her hips forward. "Fuck me." she gasped. "Oh God, please fuck me!"
Asim allowed her to take him inside of her, savoring every inch as he slowly slid inside of her. She arched her back again and was moaning uncontrollably while he pressed into her. He swirled his hips, pressing deeply into her, massaging her from the inside. She came almost immediately. Her muscles contracted and her legs held him to her like iron bands. At the same time, the other men exploded onto her chest, sending thick white drops slapping onto her quivering breasts. She realized that the other two men who had been by her feet had moved to her head, when, a brief moment later, they came on her face.
She gasped for breath as the shockwaves of her orgasm rippled through her. She felt Asim pull out, but it was a few minutes before she was able to move again. When she finally opened her eyes and sat up, all the men had left, and she was by herself. On the table next to her was a card with a picture of a red rose and the words Thanks, Come Again on the front. Inside it read, The robe is yours to keep. Think of us every time you wear it. |
19,418 | The Workshop | H3llBound | NonConsent/Reluctance | 2017-09-11 | 2017-09-11 | 2022-01-01 14:47:39 | 1 | literotica.com | https://www.literotica.com/s/the-workshop-4 | If you make demands, you might get more than you can take. | ['Beard', 'Chest Hair', 'Forced Orgasm', 'Non-Con', 'Noncon', 'Ravishment', 'Reluctance', 'Rough', 'Straight'] | 4.43 | The Workshop
"Fucking rich people," Leigh mumble to herself.
Sitting in her parked car, she stared down at her phone; specifically, at the curt, but very clear email she had just received from one of her clients. It explained the details of a new layout of cabinets the homeowner was now insisting was "absolutely necessary" for their new kitchen. Of course, the email made no reference to the fact that the whole set of pre-fab cabinets previously agreed upon, had already been purchased and were on the verge of being installed.
Jesus, she hated being under the thumb of these privileged assholes. It seemed at every turn they were second guessing her, making unnecessary changes, and it even felt at times, they would simply do whatever they could to make her life more complicated.
To that fact, these oh so important cabinets are _custom_. She can't get them from a warehouse. She has to drive out to some workshop out on the edge of town next to the apple groves. If that wasn't bad enough, it sounds like the homeowners, being the petulant children they are, have already tried to get the shop owner to make the cabinets, but now they say he's refusing. She can only imagine how that went down. And now they expect _her_ to go out and smooth over the sheets they so blatantly ruffled.
Grudgingly, she clicked the link to the address of the workshop, turned the ignition, and set out for her 45-minute drive out of the valley and into the dense orchards.
The lengthy commute only gave her time to stew over her predicament. She was tired of being responsible for other people's problems. She can't remember a day of work that didn't include someone making a mess that only ended in her cleaning it up. She was a very capable designer and contractor. Leigh has made a good life for herself by simply being competent in getting shit done. And in the world of people with money, they are always willing to pay someone else to do things. This is where she was currently wedged. Making things happen for people who never have to learn the limits of _want_.
Her car crunched down the dirt road that terminated at a series of large, simple buildings, all with ample double doors. She was deep in the trees from the main road when she came to a stop before the largest structure, and the only one with a sign that plainly announced "Workshop." A fine a place as any to start.
In the left side of the front barn doors was embedded a regular sized door, through which she tentatively entered as she knocked.
"Hello?" Her voice echoed through open room, bouncing off numerous very specific looking machines.
While being generally clean, the shop definitely looked well-worn. Despite being chipped, dented, scraped, and colloquially, ridden hard, it was also apparent everything she could see was still very precise and intentioned. It was like finding beauty in a scar. Every mark had a story. She could see them from the middle of the shop, where she now stood.
"Can I help you?" His voice boomed across the floor and goosed her out of the silence.
She'd been increasingly on edge over the course of the drive. Now she was wound up so tightly that even this man's obvious presence has gotten her off center. She simply needs to get him to agree to make the cabinets and quickly. She can throw her client's money at him and she'll be back on schedule.
"Uh, yes," she said, finally having fully turned to face the man who had emerged from around the east corner of the shop. "Are you..." she recalled to the email from the homeowner, "...Owen Mackenzie?"
Now, getting a full look at him, he seemed to fit in seamlessly with the shop itself. He shared the same banged-up aesthetic of the tools he was working with. His skin had seen its share of sun and sawdust. Wiping his hands as he slowly sauntered towards her, she could see them calloused, presumably from years of raking them over lumber. From his beard, she could also make out the grey streaking it. Angry hairs that seemed to impose themselves on the rest of the mix of auburn facial hair. Clean him up a little and one might call him attractive. He was definitely older than her, though not by much. Through all of his time-worn exterior, his pale blue eyes were locked on her. If he was one of these machines anthropomorphized, his eyes were the blade. Steely and precise.
He slowed to a stop a few feet from her tossing the rag into a bin. He ran his eyes over her, for a little too long, if you'd asked Leigh. It was as if he was looking at a tree and deciding how much of that flesh he could carve up and use. And for a moment, she felt like that tree. Feet rooted to the ground, unable to avoid the woodsman's greedy axe.
"Mack," he said finally. "I hate the name Owen."
She snapped back into herself. Suddenly remembering why she is here in the first place.
"Mr. Mackenzie, yes, well, I believe you have been in contact with my clients, the Mitchells, about a series of custom cabinets they wanted made."
His eyes finally left her as he raised his head in an amused nod, recalling the conversation he'd had with the Mitchells only the day before.
"Yes. Indeed, I have spoken with them. Specifically, Mrs. Mitchell," he smirked.
Leigh didn't know what this guy found so amusing. She needed him to get on board quickly, and his cavalier attitude was starting to grind on her. He was starting to seem like just another obstacle she was going to have to surmount.
"Then you know they want their cabinets and insist they had an agreement with you, which they claim you are not fulfilling," she said somewhat forcefully.
Mack raised his eyebrows in mock surprise. "While it's true they wanted me to make them cabinets, there is no agreement. I told them how much and how long it'd take and they wanted it faster. I said no. I'm not interested in rushing. Time makes good work, not simply throwing more money at it." He turned his back to her as if he were discarding her.
Leigh was getting increasingly frustrated and tense. She had custom cabinets commissioned before and she knew this guy had plenty of time to make them. Clearly, since he wasn't asking for more money, he was just being difficult for the sake of it. She was tired of it.
"Look," she said through gritted teeth, "you know their timeline is reasonable. Turning this down is not a good idea." She was becoming more heated. "If you know the Mitchells, then you know what pull they have. Say no to them and your business will become toxic to them and everyone they know. You'll be lucky to sell a birdhouse after that."
By now, Mack had turned and was walking about the shop as if she wasn't there.
"You know I'm right. Now, I'm going to have to demand that you..."
"DEMAND?" The sudden burst of his word startled her and she instinctively clutched her arms to her chest, defensively.
His eyebrows furrowed at her. Once again, his eyes held her in place. She was scared to move as his stance was suddenly very aggressive.
"Well," she fumbled, "it's obvious how we can resolve this."
"I don't think you know what it means to demand," he growled. Now he was inching toward her. Over his shoulder Leigh could see the door from which she'd entered. It's only now that she is noticing it is the _only_ door she can see in the open shop.
"To demand," he continued, "means one of two things has to happen." He was now directly in front of her. She hadn't really considered how big he was from across the room. Now, looming before her, his shadow was swallowing her up. Behind her, was a large, dusty bench. She had nowhere to go.
"Either one willingly gives in to your demands..." he paused, staring her down. She was definitely scared as to where this was going. He leaned in close to her cheek. "...or you just take what you want."
She needed to get out of there. Fuck the cabinets! Fuck the Mitchells! And fuck this guy!
"Look, if you...," she began.
"Turn around," he commanded.
Her heart quickened and pulsed in her ears.
"No, I'm not...," she whimpered.
At that, in one forceful motion, his powerful hands grabbed her and thrust her around. She yelped; quivering now. His chest was pressed against her back and his rough hands held tight, wrapped around each shoulder. She could feel his beard grazing the nape of her neck. As it tickled her, goose flesh erupted down her arms which were still clenched in front of her.
His gravel voice was in her ear, "Bend over." His breath was hot on her skin; faint with cigarette smoke.
"Oh my God," Leigh thought, realizing her fears were warranted. "Is this going to happen?" Her mind raced. She needed to scream, but who would hear her, she wondered. She saw no other sign of life after her car pierced the tree line. She could yell, but there's no way her protests would reach the main road.
Meekly, she implored him, "Don't...."
Again, before she could finish the thought, he bent her at the waist and pushed her to the workbench. Her arms finally left her chest to catch herself, but still went sprawling out in front of her. His right hand pressed on her back, pinning her. She tried to push herself back up, but was no match for man who hefted logs for a living. Her ragged breaths kicked up sawdust as she panted fearfully. Realizing the futility of it, she abated her struggles.
It was then that she felt it.
Pressed to her backside was his swollen erection, straining behind his sun worn jeans. She could feel the distinct outline of his turgid member against the soft flesh of her bottom. He was slowly rubbing across, back and forth. Occasionally, she could also feel it pulse fitfully behind its tethers. Like a caged animal, banging against the bars of the door, trying to get at its prey just on the other side.
Despite her current terror, her body betrayed her. Feeling him pressed to her, she actually felt herself plump between her closed legs. She knew the familiar, subtle surge of blood starting to engorge and tingle her trapped labia.
How could this be happening? She was terrified right now and her body is acting as if it's turned on? A natural, evolutionary response to an aggressive male taking a mate?
With his hand still on her back, she felt Mack grab the bottom of her light skirt and pull it up over her hips, exposing her thong and bare, quivering cheeks. She was regretting her underwear choice at the moment.
"You only take what you deserve. And I know what I deserve." She could feel a finger from his other hand tracing the inside of the waist band of her minimal underwear. "Spread your legs," he said plainly.
She knew what was going to happen. She could feel one of his feet positioned between hers, ready to force his way.
Reluctantly, she slowly spread her legs, just enough to comply. That's when she noticed that the meager cloth between her legs was soaked through. Now open to the air, she could feel just how wet she was.
The clinking of his belt gave her a shudder as she could feel him taking down his pants behind her. The scuffle of cloth and the contents of his pockets slumped to the floor. It was then she could feel the warmth radiating from his hot member.
With the same finger, it hooked on to the center cloth that ran down her ass and over her, now, very swollen pussy. Gingerly, he pulled aside her underwear, exposing her glistening lips.
His finger must have been soaked, she thought. He already has the wrong idea and this is not helping.
That's when she felt the swollen head of his penis ever so slightly part her labia. Another surge and tingle. But he didn't enter her.
"What do you deserve?" he implored.
Surprisingly, he slowly removed his hand from her back. He was no longer holding her in place. All she could feel was the looming presence of his cock at her throbbing mound.
"Take it," he whispered.
Now able to pull away from the workbench, she could feel her erect nipples grazing the dusty surface through the thin fabric of her tank top and bra.
Fuck, she didn't want to think anymore. Who was she kidding? She was exhausted with being in control of everything. Was she ever in control?
"You know what you deserve. Take it."
At that, hands now planted on the bench, eyes closed, she felt herself slowly backing herself into his waiting cock.
With that acquiescence, the world started melting away, replace by the singular sensation of Mack's dick slowly filling her up. Quivers ran over every part of her skin as she enveloped him, until she felt his hips and he was fully inside her.
His hands landed on the bench on either side of her. As he leaned forward, she could feel the soft tickle of his belly hair on her flesh, he said, "Fuck my cock. You know I don't ask twice."
In a burst of relief at the demand, Leigh began thrusting herself on him with increasing abandon. Clawing at the table, she pressed back at him, repeatedly, savoring each stroke as he filled her up.
Time lost meaning. She couldn't hear the rhythmic scraping of wood on concrete, as together they jostled the workbench about. She didn't care about the sawdust on her face and in her hair. No longer did she notice the thick, sweet smell of polyurethane that permeated everything. There was only the sensation of Mack fucking her.
Taking a handful of her hair, he pulled, arching her back as they pounded each other. His other hand tugged at her tank top and bra until he had dislodged one of her breasts. His rough fingers pinched and tweaked at her hard nipples. Squeezing her tender flesh.
Wordlessly, Mack pulled out and spun Leigh around. He quickly hoisted her on to the bench, facing him. One hand still clenching her hair, the other swatted the skirt out of the way and roughly slid her thong off, tossing it to the floor. With nothing in the way, he was back inside her.
Now, face to face, Mack went after her ample tits. Clawing her shirt and bra down, he had released them both and immediately started feasting on them as Leigh was fervently grinding on his dick. Now with her clit against him, it was not long before she was going to burst.
His hand slid from the breast he was fondling and up to her neck. He stopped thrusting, leaving himself just barely in her.
"Beg me to make you cum," he said.
Sweating and panting, she couldn't think. In that moment, all she could think about was cumming.
Grabbing at his hips, trying to pull him to her, she was desperate.
"Oh, God, yes. Make me cum. Please," she said breathlessly.
He thrust into her once, hard. She moaned loudly.
"Again,"
She clawed hungrily at his chest hair. "I want to cum. Make me cum," she pleaded again.
Slowly, Mack thrust into her, his pace initially slow, but increasing in rhythm as Leigh, eyes clenched, quietly repeated her demand, "Make me cum. Make me cum. Make me cum."
Shudders began rattling through Leigh as her orgasm gripped her. Everything else ceased to exist as the waves of pleasure washed over her. Her hips bucked involuntarily as Mack pounded her. Time stopped and Leigh hung in a limbo of bliss as the wave of her orgasm finished washing over her.
Consumed by her pleasure, Mack was reaching his pinnacle. Grabbing her hair once again, he pulled her from the bench to the workshop floor in front of him. Without a word, he thrust his cock, sticky and wet from her pussy, into her mouth.
She could feel the contours of his dick as stroked it in and out of her mouth. Feeling his quickening rhythm, Leigh instinctively reached underneath and began messaging Mack's swaying balls.
Proving to be too much, Mack's hips slowed to almost nothing; holding back the impending load. A low growl rumbled out of Mack's chest while he, now, had two handfuls of Leigh's hair.
Seconds passed before Mack screamed and Leigh felt his cock pulse mightily. Hot cum filled her mouth and ran out, over her tongue, onto the sawdust covered floor. Splashing in a puff on the concrete. Mack shuddered with each pulse until he had exhausted his load.
Both spent, they slowly reassembled themselves. Leigh was now starting to come back to the real world and realizing that, as fun as that was, her situation hadn't improved, it had only been complicated.
"I'll make the cabinets," Mack said finishing his belt.
Leigh was confused, slightly ashamed.
Through a wry smile, he added "As long as the next time I see you, I can take what I want." |
19,419 | Workshop | SimonBrooke | NonConsent/Reluctance | 2005-03-07 | 2005-03-07 | 2022-01-01 15:45:03 | 1 | literotica.com | https://www.literotica.com/s/workshop | The things you learn at a writers' workshop. | ['Brave Girl', 'Feet Padded', 'Knife Moved', 'Mary Story', 'Nodded Pat', 'Pat Blushed', 'Pat Nodded', 'Scene Mary', 'Sound Looked', 'Story Write'] | 4.45 | If you were going to write about John in a short story, you wouldn't call him John, for a start. You'd give him a slightly exotic name with a hard edge to it. Something scandinavian might do - Eirik, perhaps, or Thorsteig. I don't even now believe his name really was John. People in his trade - in what I assume his trade to be - probably live most of their lives under one assumed identity or another.
If you were going to describe John in a short story, too, you'd draw him younger, and taller; you'd make him jump off the page dramatic, to introduce the reader immediately to the idea that here was an unpredictable man, a powerful man, a dangerous man.
But you didn't see that in him when you first met him. His appearance, like his name, was nondescript. He arrived in a rusty white ford van; he wore baggy, charcoal grey jogging pants, and an oversize, tatty charcoal army jersey. He wasn't very tall. His gaze was quiet rather than commanding, from rather pale grey eyes in a weather-beaten face. In fact it was his quietness which I came to realise was his defining characteristic; his stillness, his nondescriptness, his ability to fade into the background and not be noticed, even in a small room with only a few other people.
He was, in fact, the only man on that course apart from myself. That wasn't so unusual. In fact, it's part of the reason I take these courses. It isn't for the stipend the Writer's Trust pay; that's a pittance. It's because people who write stories are, to a degree, fantasists, and lot of those fantasists are women. Women who write about lives which are more exciting, more dramatic than their own - women who dream about lives that are more dramatic than their own.
And when you're shut up in an isolated house for a week with half a dozen women who fantasise, when what you're there to do is to mentor them in expressing those stories about the life more dramatic than their own, there's more than a chance that one or other of them will choose to act out some part of those fantasies in the quiet hours of the night - and more than a chance that the person on hand to help her act it out will be me. Which is why I look forward to these workshops; why I always pack a packet of condoms when I go, and why, in the late spring of every year, I like to run a workshop called 'Relationships'.
There were four women this year, but on the face of it they didn't look promising. One, Pat, was very striking - a tall, slender girl with a good figure and good skin; but she wore her hair scraped back into a complicated platted bun thing at the back, an overly tailored business-style suit with a skirt below the knee, a starched white blouse. She had a good body and good skin, but it was hard to be sure there was any life inside it. She didn't bend, she didn't sway, she didn't flow. When she flexed, to sit, or to reach for a book or some food, you could almost hear the gears and pulleys click and whir.
Another - Elise - bent all right, and swayed, and flowed; too much. There was too much of her doing it. She couldn't sit in a chair without some part of her flowing off it. Her prose flowed, too, beyond her ability to control it.
Yasmin's prose was compact, tight, well directed, sharp - but all it's barbs were directed at men. She was compact, tight, sharp, too - with her sharp black crewcut outlining her narrow skull, and her tight black jeans and pointed black boots, her narrow dark eyes gleaming out of her narrow dark face. Unpromising? Well, not if you were female, and of a sapphic disposition, perhaps; but clearly, explicitly, and uncompromisingly unpromising to men.
Which left Mary, who was clear and dry and straightforward and intelligent and neatly made, and had brought a good, clear, dry straightforward novel with an intelligent eye at was was presently marketable in the book-shops. Mary would not have been in the least unpromising were it not for the fact that she had once been my elder sister's head mistress. That and - well - perhaps the fact that she was too intelligent, too straightforward, to allow herself an indiscretion in a week's writer's hothouse.
So Friday evening we settled down and arranged ourselves into the bedrooms and set up our various word-processors and portable typewriters and pads of scribbling paper around the downstairs rooms; and enjoyed a convivial meal and turned in reasonably early. On Saturday morning I set some ice-breaker exercises - extended games of 'consequences' in which, first, I got them to add to each other's stories 'blind'; then I paired them up and set them to try to subvert each others' story; and finally got them to produce a story collaboratively, 'by committee' as it were.
Then over Saturday afternoon and evening I spent an hour with each of the participants, going through their work (which I'd already seen drafts of, and had, in fact, actually skimmed in advance) and trying to set plans for what they would try to achieve over the week. Common themes are a good thing in workshops like this; it helps if you can get people to work together on similar story elements, to discuss them, to try each other's approaches with them. But I was struggling to find that with this group.
I went to bed and tried to think about something common to work on in all these disparate works; and thought, and rolled over, and thought, and adjusted the radiator, and thought, and got up to close the window, and thought.
And the thing I kept coming back to was rough sex and sexual coercion, a whole tangle of issues.
Pat's story turned on a sexual relationship which started in rape. Yasmin's story turned on forced marriage to a sexually repugnant partner.
Mary's unnamed first-person heroine enjoyed borderline masochism.
John's foil character saves a few women from a rape camp - by raping them first. Elise' story started with a relationship between a slave-owner and one of his slaves.
I always like to do a day's session (or, preferably, an evening's session) on writing sex scenes in the course of these workshops, not least because it puts ideas into participants' heads... but it's not a thing which I would normally start with, and usually I do it about consensual sex. But it seemed like the solution, it seemed as if it would work, and I fell asleep and dreamed about the scene from Mary's story in which the heroine had locked herself naked to a bed in a hotel-room, expecting the man she was trying to seduce to walk in - but the villain had walked in instead. Except in my dream it was Yasmin who was locked to my bed, and it was I who walked in.
So Sunday they walked, or read, or wrote, or did whatever amused them; and first thing after breakfast, Monday morning, I sat them round the table in the big room we call the scriptorium, and handed them each, blind, the raunchiest, roughest sex scenes from one of the other's stories and asked each of them in turn to read aloud.
It was fascinating, and revealing. Mary read John's cynical, ambiguous mercenary with gusto and obvious appreciation. Elise read Pat's prissy heroine and brutal, uncouth hero with obvious difficulty. Yasmin managed to imbue Elise's slave girl with a fierce rage which I could not see in the text. John read Yasmin's sophisticated, educated, liberal teenager's first night with her father's employer's illiterate second-cousin with cool, efficient understanding. And Pat started to read Mary's bondage-and-mistaken-identity scene, and stopped half way through saying it was disgusting, and depraved, and she wasn't going to read anything like that!
So that, as you would expect, started the discussion flowing, and although I tried to lead it away onto the subject of the other stories, it kept eddying and curling back to the same central core all day and into the evening, and the core was this:
Mary's heroine puts herself in a position where she is helpless and sexually exposed to someone she isn't in a relationship with. As it happens it isn't the person she intends, and as it happens actual penetrative sex doesn't occur in the scene. But Mary's writing makes it abundantly clear that it is sexy, that it is erotically charged, that it is exciting. I would challenge anyone to read that passage without experiencing some degree of sexual excitement, of arousal. Indeed, I was sure (though I did not say) I had seen arousal in Pat's face as she read, in the heightened colour on her cheekbones, in gloss on her lips.
I had been watching for it.
But Pat most emphatically rejected this. She couldn't imagine that any woman could possibly enjoy sex with a stranger. She couldn't imagine that any woman could be excited by being helpless, vulnerable. And then Yasmin coolly, incisively, forensically, pointed out that it was because Pat wouldn't allow herself to so much as sympathetically imagine these things that the pivot scene in her own novel didn't work. Unless she could make it exciting, unless she could make it erotic, how could she possibly expect the reader to believe that the victim could subsequently fall in love with the rapist?
The first time the conversation came round to this point, Pat got up and walked out forcefully. I think that if she had come in her own car she would probably have left altogether; but the house being where it is, it takes half an hour for a taxi to arrive, and even if you drive the twenty miles to the railway station there's only two trains a day. In any case, with Pat gone, we focussed on the sexuality on Yasmin's piece, and talked about how it could be made more ambiguous, less black-and-white. Late in the morning we split up, and people went to their preferred writing places and wrote.
There's a woman - inevitably a Mrs MacLeod - who comes in from a nearby farm to do the catering and cleaning; she comes in at breakfast time, prepares breakfast, washes up, cleans around the place, and gets lunch and the evening meal ready, giving me careful verbal instructions about what I'm to do to actually cook and serve the evening meal. She gets lunch on the table before she goes. When Mrs MacLeod called out that lunch was ready that morning, Neither Pat nor Yasmin came. Yasmin I found in a corner of the garden-room, scribbling vigorously in longhand on a pad. The sun was baking in through the windows and it was stifling in there, but she seemed unaffected. She said she would get something to eat later - she didn't want to break her flow. Pat's bedroom door was shut, and knocking elicited no answer.
It was turning into the first really hot day of the year, and the scenery outside was just glorious. We took our lunch out onto the lawn, and talked about erotica and pornography, and the difference between the two, and whether erotica could be good literature, and whether pornography (if there was a difference) could too. People drifted back to writing, but it was hot, and quiet, and there wasn't a huge amount of concentration around. Mid afternoon Yasmin banged the gong and announced that she had a new version of her chapter she'd like to try on us.
I made a pot of tea and gathered people together; and amidst the moving about Pat re-emerged, with her stiff suit looking rumpled and creased and a smudge below one eye. Yasmin started to read, and immediately I felt she'd got somewhere. Her heroine was now less self-assured, less certain of her own rightness; the husband was less greasy, less immediately repulsive. The wedding night passage was both more erotic and more disturbing. Where the earlier version had been a simple story of a girl sold against her will by her parents for career advancement and social position, here we saw a picture of a girl bullied and persuaded and led - but led partly by her own sexual curiosity - into what she sees too late is a trap she can't get out of.
There was still something missing, though, the story wasn't fully there. Something was hanging that Yasmin hadn't expressed. Mary put her finger on it. What, she asked, had been the thing the husband done which had so disgusted the heroine? She had known that sex was going to happen, and, given the background she was supposed to have, she must have had a very fair idea of at least the mechanics of sex. So why the revulsion? Why are we expected to believe she feels so devastated and so squalid after it? If you want to say he buggered her, said Mary, with all the authority of a retired head mistress of an expensive girl's school, why not say he buggered her?
Yasmin suddenly laughed. All right, yes, that would do... she'd use that. Wasn't it, Mary asked, what had really happened? Yasmin laughed again, and looked coy, and said this was meant to be a work of fiction.
Pat sort of blurted into the conversation, off balance before she started. Wasn't this what she had said this morning? That any woman would be repelled by perverted acts? Of course, she knew this was in the context of marriage, which made it different... The others pounced on her at once from different angles; Elise calmed them down. These things were a continuum, weren't they? Sometimes sex was rougher than other times, and different people at different times felt differently about it, and it was all down to what people liked, and...
But surely, interjected Pat, no woman could enjoy being buggered! Mary asked coolly whether she'd tried it. Pat blushed furiously, and shook her head; and at that moment I felt acutely sorry for her, because I suddenly realised how much younger and less mature she was than the others.
Yasmin asked whether Pat really felt she had enough experience of life to do justice to the story she was trying to write. Pat said that it was stupid to expect that people shouldn't write about things they'd never experienced. After all, wasn't part of the reason for writing stories to work out in your mind issues which you wouldn't experience in real life? What about John's story, which was about rape-camps and ethnic cleansing and genocide and assassinations - were we supposed to believe he'd done all those things before we could allow him to write about them?
Mary asked what made her believe he hadn't. Elise said oh surely, and how could you think it, and... Mary asked, "have you?" and John, who I hadn't realised till that moment was even present, just looked back at her, blankly inscrutable.
When he spoke, it was to Pat, quietly, coolly. "Why are you trying to write a story about a woman who apparently falls in love with her rapist, when you can't imagine enjoying rough sex?"
Pat blushed painfully and spoke quietly, but she kept eye contact with him.
"Because - because I can't imagine it. Because - I found this story and it just didn't ring true, and then I found other sources... I mean it was different then and life was much more uncertain, but the people weren't different. They were just people like us. It really happened."
"It doesn't excite you at all, and yet you feel so compelled to write about it?"
Pat looked away, out over the loch and down the glen towards the distant sea.
"It does - not sexually, it doesn't excite me sexually - but it intrigues me. I want to understand - how she could - I just want to understand!"
"Do you remember the Patty Hearst case?" asked John, quietly. "American Millionaire's daughter who was kidnaped by some half-arsed terrorists and apparently joined them?" Pat shook her head. "One explanation was that she was so traumatised by repeated rapes that she was effectively a zombie, not in control of herself. Could that explain your princess's behaviour?"
"No..." Pat didn't sound quite certain. "at least, I don't think so..." She looked directly at him again. "I don't want it to - it's not the story I want to write, it's a - it avoids the problem. It's a cop-out."
"Even if it's what really happened?"
She nodded. "Even if it's what really happened. And... and I don't think it is, you know. She stayed loyal to him after he was captured by his enemies, and traveled to Rome to get the Pope to intercede - that's hundreds of miles. And after he was freed they had seven children. So, you know, I don't think that's the answer..."
The discussion had degraded into a dialogue between John and Pat; the rest of us, I think, felt excluded. Yasmin rather ostentatiously got up and walked off. Elise stirred unassertively. I said something to the effect that Pat should write another draft and try it on us, and we gradually drifted off to write.
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The next morning was even hotter. The central heating was still on in the house, because it was only May and the Highlands can be cold. Mrs MacLeod showed me how to switch it off, but as it was a night storage system that wouldn't take effect till the following day. Most of us abandoned the house to write in the shade of the trees. Yasmin stayed in the conservatory; she seemed immune to heat and sunlight - it was baking in there. Mary and I sat at opposite ends of a rather proper garden seat on one side of the lawn. Elise had commandeered the summer house, but I didn't envy her; it looked hot.
Pat had come out in yet another good wool suit, and first sat in a canvas chair close to us. After a while, she took her jacket off. Then she got up and moved round to sit on the grass further away. Then she took a walk around the house, and came back to the canvas chair. Then she stood up again and went into the house. I carried on typing, and, at the other end of the seat, Mary's fountain pen swirled and hissed over the paper.
After a while Pat came out again, wearing a long, dark blue shirt dress, high necked and long sleeved, faintly reminiscent of a nurse's uniform. Severe, but at the same time showing off her slenderness and her curves. Her hair was damp, but still tied up in its complicated knot. I wondered how she could do it herself. She looked cooler; I watched hungrily as she crossed the lawn. The sound of Mary's pen had stopped, and I glanced over to her. She was watching me with her cool, clinical gaze. She smiled, slightly - not unkindly - and gently shook her head. I rattled the keys on my keyboard, jerky sentences full of mistypings. Jerkily, clicking and pecking at the keys, I went back and corrected them.
A faint sound of voices drifted through the hot, thick air, and I looked up again. Pat was sitting, knees drawn up under her chin, in long grass under some pine trees. She was talking, although her words didn't reach me. Then she was listening - an even fainter murmur of sound. I looked around. Mary was by me. Yes, I could still see Elise in the summer house. I couldn't, of course, see Yasmin, but I was sure she would still be in the conservatory. John? I stared at the shadows under the pine trees, at the grass and the heather. Judging by Pat's posture, the angle of her head, he was lying in the grass just in front of her. I couldn't see him.
I chattered at my keyboard, typing and retyping and retyping a paragraph which didn't want to work, hammering at my delete key. Across the lawn, a faint laugh. Her head tilted to one side, and then thrown back; and then leaning forward, talking earnestly; and then tilted to one side again. Scribbling pad on the ground beside her, unused.
I stopped trying to write, and instead tried to examine my own discontent. It was mostly the heat, of course, I knew that - an unseasonal, close, sticky heat. The sky was cloudless, the air stagnant, unmoving. But it was also - I felt cheated, and knew why, if I was prepared to admit it. The truth was there were only two women in this group who looked physically as though they would be any good in bed. Mary was too old; Elise, too fat. And Yasmin looked and sounded as if she was driven by anger, which left Pat.
When I'd met Pat, when I'd first talked to her, I'd marked her down as too reserved, too inhibited. Her shyness, refusal to make eye contact, her verbal inarticulacy, irritated me. But now she was talking to another man I was - jealous. This was my workshop. I was the tutor. She should be talking to me... Now that she was talking to another man, I saw that inhibition as a challenge, adding to the intrigue, the fun of the chase.
Eventually, fed up with both my thoughts and my paragraph, I closed the lid of my laptop and went back to the house. As I crunched across the gravel I glanced into the conservatory in time to see Yasmin pull a garment over bare brown skin. I went in. I talked to her, stiltedly, about her writing. She was lying back in a sort of deck-chair, her feet up on the low wall below the glass. The tee-shirt she had been wearing at breakfast time was draped across her like a sheet, but she wasn't actually wearing it; I could see enough to be sure she wasn't actually wearing anything... I could see that she knew just what I was looking at, just what I was thinking. I went on into the house feeling more discontented than ever.
In my room I plugged in my laptop to recharge, and, still restless with discontent, went back downstairs. I could just hear Yasmin's voice from the conservatory. Through the angle of the two doorways in between us, I could just make out the meeting of two coffee coloured thighs, and a dense black tuft of pubic hair. Yasmin's voice came again, and then, unquestionably, John's. I felt a surge of pointless anger - and an old nonsense rhyme went through my head:
As I was going up the stair I met a man who wasn't there
He wasn't there again today - Oh how I wish he'd go away!
Mrs MacLeod was in the hall to say that lunch was ready, and should she take it out onto the terrace; and by the time I had agreed, Yasmin had joined us, wearing the tee-shirt, big and loose and coming down to mid-thigh. I was too sulky and irritable to enjoy lunch. Some of my mood seemed to have affected the others, because there wasn't much talk. Towards the end of the meal, Elise made some complaint about the heat, and Yasmin said the water looked cool. Mary looked at John, sitting a little apart against the wall, and said "is it?"
"Yes. Very."
I asked how he knew, and Mary said he'd swum across and back each morning. I looked across the width of the mirror-still water, and hated him.
The others were talking about swimming. Yasmin asked Pat whether she would go, and Pat said she hadn't packed a costume. John said "so? Who's to see?"
And Pat, blushing furiously but looking directly at him, said "you". Mary asked couldn't she swim in a vest and knickers; she looked away and made an inarticulate noise.
I went back up to my room. Under the slated eaves the house was cooking, a sapping, hostile heat. My laptop's battery, of course, was still almost flat. I thought about writing on paper, and then thought about having to copy-type it all in. I felt I needed to write, to get out all the anger and resentment and frustration I was feeling... but the laptop wouldn't work without a power socket, and if I went downstairs I wouldn't be able to see...
That black dot, cutting fast away towards the far shore, must be John. The ripples of his wake spread wide across the mirror surface. The hippopotamus shape in the improbable purple costume was Elise. Yasmin was draped over a rock, apparently naked again. Mary, in a very proper black costume, was swimming a very proper breast stroke close to the shore. Pat, still in the shirt-dress, sat with her knees up to her chin staring out over the water.
I tried to work on my own plot structure, but it wasn't coming. And then, as if my mood wasn't bad enough already, my computer crashed. I stabbed at the power switch, off, then on. It started into the tedious ritual of rebooting.
John, as usual, was invisible, although I supposed he must be at the far shore. Yasmin, undoubtedly naked, stood in the shallows in front of Pat, apparently urging her to come in. Elise sat on a rock looking like a giant sea-anemone left behind by the tide. Mary was further out, swimming sedately.
I started again trying to write, switching from my stuck novel to a rather nasty little short story, and getting on better. I wrote John into my central character, letting my rage spill out onto the screen. The words flowed fruitfully for a while, and then, as always, faltered. I looked out of the window again. Pat was paddling in the shallows, holding the hem of her dress out of the water. Yasmin, a little further out, was splashing at her. John, standing on the shore with a towel kilted around his waist, was watching them, perhaps talking to them - yes, Pat turned her head to look at him, then threw it back, apparently laughing. Yasmin splashed harder, lost her balance, fell backwards. Pat's head turned from Yasmin to John and back.
Both she and Yasmin started back to the shore. As Yasmin came level with Pat she put a wet arm around Pat's waist, and Pat, still apparently laughing, put a dry one around Yasmin's shoulders.
The three of them stood, perhaps talking, for a moment. Then John handed Yasmin his towel, reached for his clothes, and started to put them on. Pat pointedly looked away - I imagined, though I could not see, her flush. Reinvigorated, I turned back to my keyboard.
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Towards the fag-end of the afternoon there was a bang on the gong, and Pat asked us to listen to a redraft of her rape scene. The scene was now very different, but still wholly failed. The anchor she was trying to tie it round was the concept that the heroine's virginity was of political importance - if she was a virgin she could be traded in a diplomatic marriage - and that public rape was essentially a way of preventing that. I'm quite happy to believe that that sort of thing could have happened - did happen - in medieval Europe.
But the detail was incredible. Now the warlord was polite, almost effete. A brief (and unkind) precis of what she had written might read:
'Excuse me, Princess Prim and Proper, but most regrettably and for purely diplomatic purposes I am obliged to rape you. Please understand that there is no personal animosity involved, and accept my profound apologies in advance for any discomfort and inconvenience you may suffer.'
In trying to portray the violator as gentlemanly, all she achieved was to make him appear slimy, insincere, and wholly unsexy. There was no possible frisson to the scene. I said nothing, and neither did Elise - but at least I congratulated myself on not laughing. Yasmin was frank. Mary, not unkindly, pointed out a number of technical flaws in the passage, while pointedly not commenting on the emotional content.
Pat started to gather her pages together, looking like a punished child.
"What sort of man is she attracted by?"
Like the Cheshire cat, John emerged from stillness question first. Pat looked up, startled.
"I'm sorry?"
"What qualities in a man, do you think, would she find attractive?"
"Well, kindness, of course..."
"OK, so you've tried to make him kind. What else?"
"and - and gentleness..."
"So kindness and gentleness would be enough?"
Pat looked back at him, as if earnestly trying to understand his question; the look of hurt faded.
"If a man is kind and gentle to you, do you fancy him?"
The question asked so gently, so apparently kindly.
"You mean, sexually?"
"Sexually and personally and in every other way. Your heroine has to come out of this episode - very much attracted to him, doesn't she?"
Pat nodded.
"Would you be?"
Pat looked uncertain; she made one of her inarticulate noises.
"If he was as kind and gentle as all that, would he have done it?"
"Well," she said with more spirit, "he might have if he thought that doing it would save a lot of suffering for a lot of other people."
"Utilitarian rape," said Mary. John frowned at her. He turned back to Pat:
"If he'd raped you, for the good of other people you'd never met, would you like him for it?"
Pat shivered. "No."
"She's got to do more than just like him, though, don't you think?"
Pat nodded.
"What attracts you to your boyfriend, Pat?"
She flushed. "I don't... I haven't..."
"When you have had boyfriends, though. What has attracted you to them?"
The flush spread to her ears. "I'm not... I'm not a very good chooser of boyfriends..."
"Your boyfriends haven't been kind?"
She shuddered. "No."
"So what has attracted you to them?"
Another inarticulate noise. The questions came again, unhurried, unpressured, calm, unthreatening, patient. I felt an unwilling admiration for that patience.
"Think of your most recent boyfriend, What was he like? How would you have described him to a friend, when you'd first fallen in love with him?"
"Tall," she said "Tall and strong and noisy and boisterous and confident and fun..."
"Did he fancy you?"
She nodded.
"Was that attractive?"
"Yes..."
"OK, think about how you could rewrite the scene to show the hero really fancies the heroine. Could they have met before?"
"No," said Pat, "no, the historical sources said they hadn't."
"Could you write it that they had, and that they'd already been attracted to one another?"
"No, because... it isn't what happened, and, and... if I write it like that..."
Mary finished the sentence for her. "There wouldn't really be a story in it, would there."
Pat looked at her. "No," she agreed, "not the one I want to write."
"OK," said John, "so it has to be sudden, and it has to be that he's seized her by force, and there isn't time for seduction, and you have to make us believe that she comes out of it attracted to him."
Pat nodded.
"What really interests you," said Mary, "is the rape, isn't it?"
Pat flushed darkly, and her head moved fractionally in assent. The hurt look was back. Again John intervened; his voice came even softer, even gentler.
"Pat, there's some personal things I need to know..."
She tilted her head slightly; acknowledgement.
"Were you ever abused, when you were a child?"
She shook her head, blankly.
"Have you ever been raped?"
Again, she shook her head.
"Have you ever had sex when you really didn't want to?"
She blushed again, fiercely red, and nodded very faintly.
"And you really want to write this scene?"
Flush fading slowly, she nodded.
"OK," said John, "how would it be if they burst in like a rugby team just back from winning a game, all big and young and fit and rowdy and high on adrenaline; and they break into the palace wine cellars and start passing wine around; and it's just a huge party and it's getting out of hand, and some of the men are having sex with other girls..."
"Yes," said Pat, "I thought of that... but if it's like that they're trashing the place, and it's her home they're trashing..."
"So you can't make that work?"
"No. No, I don't think so..."
They didn't seem to be getting anywhere, and the time was getting on, so I wound the session up and Mary and I started to get the evening meal organised.
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As we ate our evening meal, the black clouds rolled over the house, and the view outside changed rapidly and dramatically. We took our coffees through into the conservatory and watched in silence as the golden sunlight was driven back down the glen towards the sea, as the darkness took hold of the peaks on either side, and crawled down the rocks and the scree slopes. At last the rain came pounding down onto the glass roof and windows, and we retreated back to the scriptorium table.
Mary had a passage she wanted to try on us, a comedy of errors scene at a cocktail party at which the hero didn't know that the villain was actually the person he was hunting, and the villain didn't know that the hero was the person who was hunting him, and both of them were trying to chat up the first- person heroine, who was trying to conceal from each of them that she knew the other. She read it with gusto, and I think we all enjoyed it. After she had finished reading we commented on it and then went on to discuss the plot sequence that led up to it - and Pat dragged us back again to Monday morning's controversy.
What, Pat wanted to know, was supposed to be sexy about a situation in which a woman was naked and exposed and helpless in the presence of a strange man? Just that, said Yasmin. But, Pat said, she could be raped. Yes, said Yasmin. But surely, rape couldn't be sexy? Yasmin hesitated. I asked, was it the risk that was sexy, the uncertainty, the danger? Yasmin thought that was part of it. Elise said that being bound was sexy, because you weren't responsible and so you weren't to blame. You put yourself in a position where sex might be the consequence but you didn't have to admit to yourself that you were complicit in it, so it was sexy for repressed people.
Mary said that it was also partly the power imbalance that was sexy: all primates used sex to express social pecking orders, so putting yourself into a submissive position in respect to another person was sexy. Surely, Pat said, she wasn't suggesting that human beings behaved like animals.
"But we are animals," said Mary. "Our sexual behaviour is some of our most primitive - partly, I think, precisely because we don't talk about it, think about it. For example," she went on, "the reason stranger sex is exciting is because it widens the gene pool. Through the evolutionary period when human beings lived mainly in small family groups, in-breeding was a real risk and so there was an evolutionary benefit in taking genes from strangers." Pat made an inarticulate protest. Mary went on, remorselessly. "Also, of course, this is why powerful and ruthless men are sexy. In fact it is the core of your own story: women are genetically programmed to respond to strong, powerful, dominant men because their children are likely to inherit their power and dominance and consequently more likely to survive. That's why your princess fell in love with her captor."
"But," said Pat, "but - he raped her!"
"Well," said Mary, "that's genetically programmed as well; on both sides. Men are genetically programmed to impregnate as many women as possible, because it gives them a better chance or passing on their genes, and, as I said, women are genetically programmed to respond to aggressive, dominant men."
There was silence round the table. Outside, thunder growled.
John stirred in his seat, and sat forward. Again, there was that feeling of surprise that he was there - that he had been there all along.
"Do you really want to write this story?," he asked.
Pat said, yes, seriously, she did.
"Then," said John, "you're going to have to imagine yourself into the position of the princess who is being raped".
"I know," said Pat, "I've done that".
"OK," said John, "now you have to imagine yourself into the position where you get off on it".
"But," said Pat desperately, "but - "
"You have to imagine it, you have to be turned on by it, or you can't persuade the reader that the princess is. Can you?"
Pat looked back at him, trapped. She shook her head.
"And you really want to be able to write this story?"
She nodded.
There was a splitting crash of lightning outside, and the lights flickered for a moment. John suddenly grinned, a quick, unsettling, wolfish grin which seemed to come from nowhere. He went on questioning.
"So let's take the best possible case. he's a handsome, romantic outlaw who has just walked into your palace by a trick. What do you feel about him?"
"Afraid," she said.
"Just Afraid?"
"And... and angry!"
"He's caught hold of you: he's very strong, you can't escape. What do you feel about him?"
"Afraid!"
"Just afraid?"
"Yes!"
"Do you know what's going to happen?"
Pat just nods, blankly. "I think so..."
"How do you feel about that?"
"Afraid! Angry!"
"You can't imagine feeling anything else?"
"No."
"Nothing at all?"
"No!"
What was fascinating in watching this was the change in John. For three days he had faded into the background like a lean grey cat, as if he was visible only when you looked directly at him. Now he leaned forward in his seat, his whole posture full of fizzing energy, his grey eyes narrow and focussed. Focus of the whole room. Across the table at the focus of that gaze Pat seemed pinned like a butterfly on a board, not merely unable to escape that intensity, but unable even to try to escape.
"What can we do to help you imagine it?"
Pat stared at him. She didn't answer. John's gaze shifted for a moment; he looked at Mary. It shifted back.
"You read Mary's story on Monday."
Pat nodded.
"About being tied up, naked in front of a stranger."
Pat nodded.
"Why did you react so strongly to it?"
Pat shook her head. She whispered: "I don't know..."
Mary made an excuse, got up, went out. John asked:
"Did it excite you?"
"I don't know."
There was a long pause. John and Pat held each other's eyes across the table; John looked intent; Pat, close to tears.
John asked again, gently, almost caressing:
"Is this helping you?"
Pat nodded.
"You do really want to write this story?"
"Yes..."
"You do really want to be able to understand how it would feel?"
"Yes!" Pat almost shouted over a peel of thunder, and the lights went out.
Darkness. Silence.
After a moment, Yasmin: "has anybody got a match?"
And then, before I even had time to feel in my pocket, another voice, male, not loud, very clipped. "Nobody move". It spoke again, but apparently not to me: "keep very still. This knife is sharp, and you wouldn't want blood on your dress."
My eyes strained to find any shapes in the darkness, but there were none; it was intense. I shifted nervously in my seat. The clipped voice came again: "tell them to keep still, girlie". Pat's voice - high, frightened, but undoubtedly Pat's - asked us - please - to keep still.
There was a period of some minutes, I think, in which I saw and heard nothing - perhaps the faintest sounds from Pat's side of the table, but not sounds I could interpret in any way. Then the voice again, still the voice of a stranger, but softer, quieter: "I want you to stand up now, very slowly, very gently". A chair scraped back and clothing rustled; a moment later there was a double click, as if a chair had been lifted and put down. Again there were faint noises, movements, rustles, at the limit of my hearing, and then, more distinctly, an inarticulate protest. I moved in my chair again. "No! No!" Pat's voice, undoubtedly frightened: "keep still!"
There was the faintest flicker of light from the kitchen door, and Mary's voice, distant, reassuring - "I've got a candle". The light flickered and grew. Shapes started to grow in the darkness around the table. To my right, where Pat had sat, a block of darkness gradually resolved into two figures in a close embrace, and as the light grew they became Pat and John. She stood in front of him, her head bent sharply back. They were kissing. His hand at her throat held a knife with a black double-edged blade.
Mary came in, took in the scene with a quick cool glance, and sat down in the chair John had been sitting in, across the table from where he now stood. "I thought," she said, "you'd all like some light". She put two candlesticks down on the table.
I don't think any of us, then, wondered about Mary's composure. We were too riveted by the scene. The hand with the knife traced little circles and arabesques on the skin of Pat's throat, moving from just under her ear at one extreme to the collar of her dress at the other. His other hand rested on her shoulder. From the movement of their heads it was apparent that the kiss was intense. Pat's hands fluttered in the air at her sides, meaningless panicky movements, and from time to time she made little whimpers of protest.
I moved again, as I thought stealthily, in my chair. John's eyes met mine over Pat's cheek, clear, cold, intent. The knife moved meaningfully at her throat, and she whimpered. I slumped back in my chair. The knife traced its slow arabesque, turning and twisting, up to her ear and down again. He raised his head for a moment, breaking the kiss: "your dress is in my way," he said. "Unbutton it". She whimpered, but didn't move. "Unbutton it!" A hand crept slowly up to her collar and undid one button. "Good girl," he murmured. "And the next". "No!"
"The next". Her hand slipped down and released the next button, "Good," he said, "go on"... the arabesques traced down, slowly, into the opening V.
"Go on..."
A glimpse of the join of her bra emerged, after another moment, her navel; after another, the front of clean, white knickers. He was kissing her again, now, silencing her attempts at protest; her hands went on unbidden, until they were below crotch level. He stopped them with a gesture, and again there was silence, except for the storm muttering outside.
He raised his head and stood a little back from her. Then, quickly, smoothly, he slipped the dress off her shoulders and down her arms. It slid out of sight below table level, leaving her exposed but for her simple, plain white underclothes. In the golden light, her pale skin glowed.
John twisted the dress behind her, trapping her wrists in those close-buttoned cuffs. She whimpered and struggled slightly. The knife hand came back to her throat. "Gently, girlie, gently..." his other hand stroking her head, soothing, gentling, gently. Gradually she stopped trembling. "Very still now".
The point of the knife resumed its graceful arabesques, up to the ear, down to the valley between her breasts. He pulled her into another kiss, and the knife spiraled up again, down again... and without perceptible effort, the cups of the bra sprang apart. Her small, pointed breasts gleamed palely in the wavering candlelight. She shuddered briefly, obviously held firm by the hand cupping her chin. The knife spiraled up again, and quickly flipped first the left, then the right strap off her shoulders. The scrap of clean white fabric slid down her arms and into shadow.
There was thunder outside, and lashing rain - I know there was. We must have been able to hear it. There were six people around the big table - we must all have been breathing. Yet my memory of that night is of the most absolute silence, stillness. We sat and watched with attention a performer could only have dreamed of.
Again the knife spiraled down, sliding between her breasts and out onto the flat of her belly. Then it turned edge on like a cut-throat razor, and scraped slowly up over the barely-perceptible corrugation of her ribs and out onto the cream smooth under-surface of her breast, and up...
And as the blade slid over the nipple it suddenly erected, swelling and filling and hardening like a ripening raspberry. A faint rose flush flickered over her breasts and up towards her throat. Something very slight changed in her posture. Very slight; very slightly fluid. The knife spiraled down again, dragged up across the other nipple. She made a small whimper. The knife hand turned, and flesh to flesh, wrist and knuckles stroked over breasts and nipples and belly, gently, slowly, mesmerically. The other hand drifted down from the chin, stroking, cupping, kneading. The kiss, no longer compelled, continued. His hands roamed free.
Mary turned back the top sheet of her pad. A small movement, but it drew my attention to the watchers. Mary, I saw, was composedly sketching the scene, using her fountain pen and notepad. Elise was sitting slack, looking puzzled and a little frightened. Yasmin was intent on the scene, her eyes following the movement of the knife. Her right hand was below the table-top. As I watched her, Yasmin's eyes tracked down, and Mary said, calmly, conversationally,
"Don't you think that's far enough?"
John's left hand was over Pat's mouth, silencing her. The knife-blade was inside Pat's knickers at her right hip. John flashed a grin, the same feral grin I'd seen earlier.
"The Lord moves in mysterious ways, his wonders to perform."
The knife moved sideways, and the thin fabric parted.
Pat trembled - it would be too much to say she struggled. Again, blade pointing away from her, the back of the knife hand caressed her, gentled her. Good girl, he said, brave girl. Good girl. His left hand turned her head, and he kissed her again; while he held the kiss, the hands met, and the knife was in the left.
"Good girl... now the other side."
His right hand was over her mouth now, holding quite firmly; She was straining against it, twisting her body. Mary cleared her throat apologetically. John glanced at her, and shook his head slightly. His left hand was gently stroking Pat's shoulder, down her left arm. It settled into her waist, moving with her movements, exerting no force.
"Good girl... brave girl... gently, gently..."
Her struggle gradually subsided. The knife moved, and she was naked.
He turned her, or let her turn, holding her to him, holding her head into his shoulder, his hands gentling, his voice softly praising. The knife was lying on the table now; his hands were empty.
"Oh, you beauty, you're so brave... you're so brave. Ah, you feel so good, you feel so fine..."
She seemed to relax into him, calm.
"Lift your head, beautiful - look at me."
Her head came up. His hands moved to her shoulders, holding her a little away from him, looking intently into her eyes.
"A dangerous stranger has abducted you, and bound you, and stripped you naked in front of everyone. How are you feeling?"
Her voice came low, but quite steady; her back was to the light so I couldn't see her face, but her head stayed up. "I _am_ very frightened," she said. "I know that, beautiful. How else do you feel?" His right knuckles ran gently over one erect nipple. Her head went down. "Aroused." The hand came back up, lifting her chin. "How aroused?"
Her head moved slightly from side to side. "I don't know..." The hands were back on her shoulders. "Aroused enough to enjoy having sex with someone you were in a relationship with, in private?" She nodded slightly, her head still up.
"Aroused enough to enjoy having sex with me, in private?" Her head went resolutely down. She shivered.
"Aroused enough to enjoy having sex with me, here on the table?" Her head came up again sharply. "Please no. Not that. Please..." The hands on her shoulders were steady, calm. "Does the idea make you feel more aroused, or less?" Her head went down again, and the answer was barely more than a mumble. "More."
"Good girl," he said. "Kiss me". And she did, very simply. He held her for a moment. All around the table we were relaxing, breathing again; but John wasn't finished yet.
"Now I need you to be even braver for me, Pat."
"Please..."
"Gently, now. Remember you're in the hands of a dangerous stranger. You really are - you only met me three days ago, you don't know anything about me. You are naked and your hands are tied and you are in my power. This isn't pretend; it isn't a story."
"Please, not..."
The knife was in his hand again, under the corner of her jaw. Their eyes were locked. "Turn round," he said, and she did, shivering slightly. He took a strip of black cloth out of his pocket, and blindfolded her. The shivering intensified.
"Now we're just as we were when I cut your knickers off." His voice was gentle, caressing. She nodded, slightly. "I want you to think back to how you were feeling, then."
His hands were moving again, on shoulders, neck, breasts. "Are you feeling as aroused now as you were then?" Her head shook, slightly. "Are my hands helping?". She nodded uncertainly. "I am _very_ frightened..." "I know, my beautiful brave girl... I know." He pulled her head back into a kiss.
Around the table we were all beginning to believe that he was really going to do it, here, in front of us. Mary was looking slightly worried, slightly concerned, but she was still sketching. Yasmin was watching intently, sitting slightly back in her chair. The muscles of her face were slack, those of her right arm, moving and twitching.
"Now I want you to kneel on the table."
I was surprised how docilely she did so. His hands steadied her. "Good girl..." The dress hung down behind her, hidden from us. The dark blindfold cut across her face. They only emphasised her nakedness. His hands were less gentle now, kneading breasts, pulling nipples. her body moved now, partly meeting, partly evading them.
"Open your legs..."
She moaned an inarticulate noise.
"Pat, spread your legs."
Her knees moved apart a little. "Wider". She lifted her buttocks and crossed her ankles, her knees spreading into a wide V. I envied Mary and Yasmin, who now had a perfect view; my own was from the side, partly obscured by her thigh. The knife hand slipped down. Using the haft of it, he gently parted her labia. He stroked the corded haft back and forth in the groove of her sex. She moaned. Her body was moving. His left hand used her breasts roughly; his right held the knife.
Gradually he rotated the blade down until I could no longer see it. His hand rested in her groin as though he were masturbating her, but I could see that it was no longer moving. The only movement in the room was the rocking of her pelvis, the filling and hollowing of the curve of her belly. The only sound in the room, her little grunting moans.
Yasmin was frowning slightly, eyes wide, lower lip gripped between teeth. Mary was sitting back in her chair, cooly appreciative, her fountain pen lying still on the pad. Elise looked rapt.
"Good girl... brave girl.. Do it for me, Pat. Ride it. Come for me, my beautiful..."
Her movements were faster now, more pronounced, her torso rising and falling, the muscles of her arms and throat tight.
"You can do it, Pat, You can do it for me. Come for me, my Pat..."
Flush mottled up across her belly, flickering across her breasts like a flame, surging up her throat, Her pelvis spasmed downwards into his hand once, twice, three times; then she slumped against him, shuddering, gasping. He gathered her into him with his free arm, stroking, gentling, murmuring praise.
The silence smelled of sex. Her breathing gradually calmed. She turned her head, lifting it, nuzzling blindly into his neck. She started to say something, her voice heavy, slurred. He hushed her, holding her still for another long moment.
"Come up now, gently..." The muscles in his right wrist tensed; I could see he was lifting her off the knife. "Back now" - still supporting her sex with his hand, carefully controlling her - "carefully, my beautiful. Keep those knees apart... step down now. Good girl." As his fingers slid up through her curls and onto her belly, they left trails of her juices that glistened in the candle light. She stood quiet, naked, sated, sacred, glowing, a trusting virgin sacrificed to a pagan God. The sacrificial instrument stood vertical in front of her, dark, slender, erect, glistening, deadly, a molotov cocktail of symbols, redolent of violence, violation and death. Violation and death and sex.
The priest, dark and looming in the shadow she cast, slipped one arm under her shoulders, the other under her knees, and lifted her easily. "Mary," he said, "would you mind lighting us upstairs?"
Mary got up, taking one of the candlesticks. "Doesn't she get to choose where she sleeps?"
John smiled, an open smile which suddenly made him look at once young and very tired. He shook his head, "The labourer is worthy of his hire." Pat nuzzled her still-blindfolded face further into his shoulder and said nothing. Thus they withdrew into the sanctum in a little procession, the crone leading with the candle, the priest following with the maiden, and the blue dress that was still cuffed to her wrists dragging behind as a train. Silence filled the room again.
The silence smelled of sex.
Yasmin shook her head roughly, like a spaniel coming ashore. "Wow. Just Wow... that was so _raw_". She got up slowly, as if dazed. She drifted round the table to the knife. She ran the knuckles of her left hand up the glistening, sticky hilt. She raised her knuckles to her nose, inhaling. Elise moved in her chair as if easing her shoulders.
Yasmine raised her right hand to her nose and inhaled again. She sucked it, staring down at the slender steel phallus. She sucked her left. She lifted one coffee-dark knee onto the table. I sat rock-still in my chair, rigid, silent, expectant, incredulous. Yasmine put her knuckles on the table, transferring her weight onto them. Elise made an inarticulate sound. Yasmine looked at her as if through fog. She looked at me. Her eyes were wide, her pupils fuzzy edged, unfocussed. Gradually she shifted her weight back onto the floor.
Elise slumped down in her chair. "Oh Lord," she said, "I need a man tonight..." Yasmin stared at her, wide eyed.
I got up, and walked round to Yasmin. Reaching past her I pulled the knife out of the table-top - it needed surprising force. I examined it. Its blade, as I've said, was somehow finished with matt black, except for a narrow strip where the edges had been ground into gleaming metal. The haft was tightly wound with stout cord, giving it a ribbed profile, and ending in a slightly flared lump of black metal. The haft was slick and sticky in my hand.
I tried the edge with my thumb; it was truly sharp.
Moving slowly, trying not to break the trance, I grasped Yasmin firmly by the hair, and put the point to her throat. "Up on the table again," I said.
Yasmin didn't move a muscle. "If you don't put that knife down this minute," she said, "I'll cut your bloody balls off with it. Do you understand me?" I put the knife down. Yasmin got up and stalked out, passing Mary in the doorway. A moment later, Elise got up too, and followed. I sat down and put my head in my hands.
"That wasn't very subtle, was it? Two birds with one stone. And, you know, if you'll pardon the mixed metaphor, one of them in the hand."
I looked up. Mary was gathering up her sketches. I shook my head. "May I see?" I asked. Mary straightened up. "As far as I'm concerned, they're Pat's. You can ask her in the morning. Now I'm going to bed."
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The old house we use for the workshops was solidly built. For the most part, the sound-proofing is good. But the master bedroom had been unreasonably big, and when the Writer's Trust had acquired the house they had had it divided in two with a plasterboard partition; and as those rooms were one side of the stairwell with one bathroom, and the other bedrooms were the other side with another, John's room was the thickness of two sheets of plasterboard from mine. The beds in that house were solidly and generously built, too, but they were old, and the springs tended to creak.
Already as I got to my room the springs beyond the plasterboard were creaking, steadily, rhythmically. As I undressed the rhythm was accelerating. As I climbed into bed, the little, grunting moans had started. I lifted my hand to my nose, smelled her cunt juices on my fingers, listened to her creakings and her little, grunting moans, and hated him.
There was a moan with more gasp than grunt, and the creaking stopped for a moment; there were some arythmic creakings, murmurs, a low, musical, female chuckle. more murmurs. I turned the light out. There were only faint sounds, murmurs. I pictured her head on...
I tried to sleep, but after a while the creaking had started again, gently at first, relentlessly building. I was sure the grunts were louder this time, building, building; again I heard her climax. But this time the rhythm didn't stop, only eased for a little, and built again - and she climaxed a third time, and soon after, a fourth. At last the creaking subsided. There was gasping, and laughter, and murmurs; then a sharp slap followed by a squeal and more laughter. Feet padded across the floor, a door opened and closed. After a moment a lavatory cistern flushed, and the feet padded back.
Then at last there was a long period of quiet, and I think I may have slept. But at two in the morning the little grunts were back, slower this time, quieter, more spaced out, lower, more musical. Feeling wretched and desperate I tiptoed across the landing, tried the door of Yasmin's room, and found it locked.
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Neither John nor Pat where at breakfast, but when I looked out John's van was not in the driveway. We ate in silence. Afterwards I tried to get a standard sort of writer's workshop exercise going, but no-one was interested. I started them working on their own stories, and went out for a stomp in the thin, drizzling rain. After twenty minutes I was wet and cold and feeling no better. I turned back, went in by the back door through the kitchen to the stairs. Through the open sitting room door I heard laughter. On the sofa, Pat and Jasmin, heads close together, looking at pieces of paper that Jasmin held. Not writing - drawings. Jasmin was indicating something. Pat blushed dark red, and laughed again, a low, liquid sound.
Mary's voice, from somewhere further in the room, asked a question, too distant for me to hear the words. Then Elise' voice, and Jasmin started to do an exaggerated heavy breathing interspersed with gasps. Pat, blushing again, laughing again, punched her. There was a scuffle, and they fell out of my line of site, giggling, in a flurry of bare legs, pale and dark.
I walked into the sitting room. The scene was out of a soap opera set in a girls' school; as soon as I appeared laughter stopped, clothes (or in Pat's case, a dressing gown) were straightened, pads and pens seized, incriminating sketches quickly concealed. Was everyone getting on alright? They all assured me they were. I looked at Mary, and she looked back at me blandly. I started upstairs to change out of my wet clothes, and before I could reach the first landing the muffled giggling rang out again.
Later that morning John came back. We were all in the sitting room; the women were working silently, like a class kept in for detention. He strolled in through the conservatory, tossed a paper bag with the logo of a chain of chemists to Pat, and nodded to the hall door.
"Upstairs."
She got up at once, quietly, carrying the bag. As she came up to him she lifted her face to be kissed. He put a hand in the small of her back, kissing her apparently gently. His other hand moved, and the sash of the dressing gown fell to the floor. The fabric covering her arse moved as his hand slid under it. His other hand joined it; he lifted her smoothly and as he turned to carry her out of the door, I saw her naked ankles cross behind him.
There was another long moment's tense silence, and then Elise and Jasmin simultaneously burst out giggling. I slammed shut my laptop, got up, and stalked out to explain to Mrs MacLeod that there would be two fewer places for lunch. When I explained (ommitting lurid detail) why, she, bless her puritanical soul, was suitably shocked and condemnatory, and I felt obscurely better.
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Pat didn't appear again until teatime, but John came down after a couple of hours and spent the rest of the afernoon quietly writing away as if nothing had happened. After tea Jasmin read her story again. This time the buggery was explicit, and unpleasant. Afterwards we discussed the story. Pat said nothing. In a pause in the conversation, Mary asked her what she thought.
"Well, actually, I..."
Pat petered out. "Actually what?" asked Mary, blandly. Pat was blushing crimson, looking firmly at the table. "I'm sorry," said Pat. "I was distracted... I wasn't thinking about the story."
"I know that," saif Mary, stll bland. "Go on."
Pat looked at John. She looked at Mary. She looked at John. He looked back at her, cool, steady. He nodded.
"Actually, I enjoyed it. It did hurt a bit, but nothing like as much as Jasmin's story implied. And of course it is invasive and... and... but that's exciting too... the taboo thing..."
She faded out. Mary asked her directly, blandly, "so which was best, the knife, straight vaginal copulation, or buggery?"
Again the glance at John. Again the nod. Pat looked strained. John nodded again. Pat took a deep breath and, with eyes down, said that the best vaginal copulation was in her limited experience better than anything else - a flick of a glance at John - but that the worst vaginal copulation she'd ever had had been pretty nasty. As to the other two, she'd enjoyed both, but she thought it very much depended on the person and the circumstance. Mary started to ask another question, but John, speaking over her, said that he thought the dialogue at the end of Jasmin's passasge could do with tightening up. He read a bit, scribbled with his pencil, and suggested some changes. A few minutes later, Pat excused herself and went upstairs.
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When at last they had all gone, I had a final check round the house, as I always do. In the waste paper basket by the photocopier I found a couple of copies of - very clear and elegant - ink drawings, made with the machine set slightly too dark. The first showed Yasmin, naked, kneeling doggy fashion, being fucked by a man whose head was only sketched, while Pat, also naked, watched; the second showed Pat and Yasmin in soisante-neuf, while a male figure much less fully drawn fucked or buggered Pat. I have no idea when these pictures were drawn. I have no idea whether they were from life. |
19,420 | The World According to George | Andy5v | NonConsent/Reluctance | 2004-05-19 | 2004-05-19 | 2022-01-01 14:47:40 | 1 | literotica.com | https://www.literotica.com/s/the-world-according-to-george | He decides his wife needs some lessons in weird sex. | ['George Commented', 'George Wondered', 'Judy Car', 'Pictures Steve', 'Shelia Pussy', 'Small Suction', 'Steve Bent', 'Steve Eat', 'Stood Steve', 'Stop Steve'] | 4.49 | Shelia’s Dilemma Chapter 1:
Shelia Anderson thought of herself as a normal average sort of person at least she used to think such of herself. She is a 22 years old attractive female. She has no children and is very relieved to have just escaped a very bad marriage. She married Steve soon after graduating high school. They had known each other for several years when they began dating and fell in love. Shelia thought Steve was the perfect match for her and in the beginning it was a fairytale marriage. But then Steve began to change.
The problem began with Steve’s long hours of surfing the Internet. Shelia was not aware of it as a problem at first but after a while when at home Steve was always in his study on the computer. On most nights Steve arrived home at 5:30, ate dinner, took a quick shower and disappeared to his study. Shelia would not see him again till the next morning. She would go to bed without him and she would be asleep when he came to bed. This began happening every night and on the weekends it was even worse.
She attempted to discuss her anxieties over the distance growing between them but he was not interested. He would just shrug his shoulder and go back to what he was doing. One night Shelia noticed Steve was looking at very pornographic pictures.
“Steve, I don’t like it you are looking at those kinds of pictures,” she said.
“It doesn’t hurt anything. It’s not like I’m cheating on you or anything,” he replied.
“But I just don’t like. It’s not right.”
“I like seeing something different and it does not hurt anything,” Steve explained becoming irritated.
“But when we make love you will be thinking of all those women.”
“It’s good to have a little spice in our sex life. It has been pretty boring lately anyway. And you never let me look at your body. You never wear anything sexy,” he said giving her a rather angry look.
“Maybe you could get some ideas from these pictures,” he mumbled loud enough for Shelia to hear them as she left the room.
Shelia was hurt by his statements. They had been married for a little over a year and Shelia thought Steve was happy with her as a sexual partner. Their sex life had decreased over the past few months since Steve was always on the computer when she went to bed but she did not think it was a large problem. Shelia had always been very shy about her body even with Steve. Her shyness began a long time ago. Shelia did not want to pursue the subject because she knew where it was end. Steve had often complained about her inhibitions but she always held firm even if he did not like it.
Steve had always liked computers and the Internet. However, once he found all the different selection of nude women he was hooked. From newsgroups, to websites, to chat groups, he went everywhere. It was one particular website that drastically changed things. Steve was already addicted to pornography but when he viewed the website he was trapped. Steve did not know it but this site was a trapped filled with subliminal programs and spy ware. It just happen Steve was particularly susceptible to these techniques of embedding messages directed at the viewer’s unconscious mental processes in pictures and videos of nude women. Steve spent hours looking at the website’s large selection of such pictures. Each time the site added various messages flowed into Steve’s unconscious and spy ware loaded into his computer. These slowly worked to influence Steve’s thinking and to take over his computer. Both Steve and his compute became infected. Steve had no idea of what was happening. He just knew how much he enjoyed the site.
One of the subliminal programs focused on the Steve’s deep feelings insecurity. The messages stimulated these unconscious processes and manipulated them by substitution of pleasurable desires. This particular program stimulated the insecurities and then placated those feelings by offering feelings of power and dominance. It used pictures of women in various bondage situations with the male in totally control to influence it victims. Steve soon learned to love photos of women tied, humiliated, and raped. There was an abundance of these photos on this site and all were all encoded with similar messages that further reinforced the insecurities placated by power creating a cycle over and over again. Each time Steve visited the site he became more susceptible to the influences and soon was trapped.
The owner of the website, George Harris was a strange man with a vendetta against everyone. George was a very bright man and a computers guru. He was a dangerous man having been trained by the military in brainwashing techniques and other manipulations many using computers. In those days he had a very high top secret clearance and believed he was properly serving his country. However, these activities left a dark side to George and as he grew older he became a very cynical individual. His experience with his ex-wife and legal conflicts that led to his arrests left him very angry. His wife attempted to take everything he own; however, she did not know about George’s hidden accounts. When he was released from jail he had a very different opinion about the United State’s Justice System and a very different opinion of the United Stated. Soon after his release he left the US and settled in Belize. George’s had several bank accounts in the country and knew living costs were relatively inexpensive in Belize.
Also and more important Belize was a good placed to disappear. The government left people alone as long as they did not create problems. George was able settle down and found a small house outside of town. Here, he used his computer expertise to set up an advanced satellite communication system he used for connections to the internet among other things. He easily hacked into various internet satellite servers giving him free unlimited internet access. Through his hack he could access the Internet in a disguised manner so he could not be located. George then put his knowledge to work and created his website using techniques developed by the military but creatively and expertly enhanced by him. At first he mostly wanted to discover what the possibilities were. If he was able to influence others through special designed website he would see where that led him. He knew sex was a powerful motivator so he that is where he began his work.
George knew most people who viewed porno were men and he knew they would be unable to resist a free porno site full of pictures and videos that he had pirated from many sources. He did not advertise his site but made it available enough to snag a few people into his web without attracting undue attention. Steve was one of those people.
George used advanced spy ware that would install unnoticed files on a victim’s computer. These programs would allow him to eventually take over a person’s computer. He could see everything on the computer and even use the owner’s programs on their computers. If nothing else George enjoyed the feeling of power it gave him. But mainly his first experiments were to see how far he could go. As he became more proficient he was very surprised at his accomplishments. Steve became his first successful target appearing very susceptible to George’s subliminal manipulations.
George soon had complete control over Steve’s computer. He viewed all the interesting files and accumulated very personal information about Steve’s life. After seeing the pictures of Steve’s wife Shelia he began to formulate a plan. He was surprised he could find no sexy pictures of her. Even though there were many pictures of her there were no nudes or anything even slightly revealing. This alone with the other information gave George an interesting pictures of this couple. He decided to see what kind of changes he could implement into their lives. This experiment would be rather inconspicuous and give George a good test of his procedures. If it were successful there were many possible profitable ventures he could undertake.
When Steve first found the site and looked at the first picture a soft voice from his speakers invited him to enter. He clicked the enter button and found himself looking at an almost unlimited supply of fetish pictures. The music playing was hypnotic and Steve’s use of headphones only strengthened the messages. Suddenly as a very a phone of a young woman with her legs tied open to reveal her moist pussy, Steve realized he felt his very hard cock pressing against his shorts. As he continued to surf the site his cock began to throb. He was completely unaware of the subliminal messages and how they were affecting his libido. As he looked at picture after picture it happened.
When Steve entered the site that night George was sitting at his computer. He was immediately alerted someone had entered the website. He clicked on a program and easily tracked Steve’s progress on the site. The first spy ware was automatically sent when Steve logged onto the site. George watched this person looked at the various pictures. While he did he made some adjustment and found he was pleased to find he could already obtain preliminary information on this person and his computer. The person was male, named Steve, and was using a cable internet connection. As Steve continued to surf the site George sent more spy ware and obtained more information.
Steve was enjoying the site. He could not believe the variety of pictures and all for free. There were not even any pop up ads. Steve wondered how a free site with no pop ups made any money but he did not really care. He reached one section where he had to register and was afraid it would request a credit card. But all it asked was some basic questions. What Steve did not know was this gave George more time to infect his computer. Steve also did not know it but George had already gained control of his computer. When George found Steve’s webcam program he decided to see what it would do. George hoped the webcam would show him Steve, the victim. George was quite amazed when Steve’s face appeared on the screen. Steve was too busy being turned on by all the free photos and had no idea George was now watching him.
George carefully watched where Steve was going and noticed that Steve had found the streaming videos. George expertly executed a program that sent one of his strongest sexually provocative messages. He wanted to see what happened in his first experiment.
Steve could not believe how aroused he was. These videos were very strange; women tied up and hung while guys fucked them. It was too much. His cock was pressing hard against his pants when it happened.
“Ahhhh!” Steve exclaimed. His cock exploded in his pants. At first he could not believe what was happening. He had never come in his pants in his life but this felt so good he did not care. His hand quickly went down to massage his cock through his shorts. It seemed as if his cock spurted more cum than he ever remembered. When he stood up there was a large wet spot all over the front of his shorts. He was lucky Shelia was not at home at the time.
George had watched the expression on Steve’s face and guessed what was happening. When he stood up and George saw the stain on his pants he knew he had been successful and could not believe the first results of his grand experiment.
George watched as Steve quickly ended the session. Even though Steve was no longer on the site, this did not mean George had gone away. He was very pleased that even with this one visit he now could take control of Steve’s computer anytime he chose. George was also pleased that Steve became a frequent visitor to his site.
George continued installed spy ware and other more advanced programs on Steve’s computer. He now had full control over Steve’s computer. Also, each time Steve logged on there was another series of subliminal messages programming Steve’s mind using sex as reinforcement. George was pleased to see he was gaining more control over Steve’s mind.
George looked over Steve’s computer. It seemed Steve was young but doing okay financially. He had a young wife and the numerous pictures of her contained no pictures of her wearing something sexy. George decided to see how he could manipulate this couple beginning with Steve.
George gathered much information on Steve and Shelia and found he envied them. They appeared to have a great relationship and George imagined Shelia would be a great fuck. She was very pretty and he could tell she had a great body. In some ways this angered him. Why should some have all the luck and he have none. This anger began to influence George and he found himself desperately wanted to see Shelia’s naked body. In fact, George became rather obsessed about this.
Each time Steve surfed George’s site he would immediately get an erection. Most times he would cum in his pants as he looked at pictures or viewed the videos so he began wearing condoms anytime he went to the site. This site affected him so he sometimes came three or four times a visit. Steve had to limit his visits because it was too much. But he found he thought about the site all the time.
George continued to gain power over Steve and his computer. George developed a program that used the video of various girls so that it appeared they were interacting with Steve. He persuaded Steve to purchase a new video camera giving George even more remote access. Steve did not know but the new video camera had several special features such as zoom and remote control movement. This allowed George to move the camera in any direction and zoom in on what he wanted to view. Now each time Steve sat down at his computer George could watch as he wanted. As long as Steve’s computer was connected George could see into Steve’s home. He was disappointed to find that Shelia seldom came into the study that contained Steve’s computer.
One day after Steve left for work Shelia did enter the study. She wanted to see if she could learn what was so attractive to Steve. She looked through his files and to her amazement found a large collection of pictures. As she looked at the pictures she was surprised and shocked at the type of women’s pictures her husband had gathered. There was just about every kind of fetish she knew and a few she didn’t know.
Shelia sat at the computer and found George’s website. She went there was amazed at all the graphic pornography. As she surfed the site she saw a scene of one particularly graphic image of a nude woman tied to a post with nipple clamps pulling on her breasts. She could not believe her husband was such a pervert.
“What should I do?” she wondered. Shelia did not have anyone she trusted enough to discuss such subjects. Her parents died in a car accident soon after she was marriage and with no brothers or sisters she had no real family, only Steve. She had one good friend Judy but she could not even think of talking about such things with her. Shelia decided there was nothing to be done so she kept silent about her fears.
Shelia did not know that while she sat at the computer she was being watched by George. George’s computer alerted him and he thought Steve was on the computer.
“My my, what have we here?” George said to himself as he clicked on the screen after his computer alerted him someone was sitting at Steve’s computer.
“You look quite nice my darling. I wish I could get you naked, you little cunt,” George continued. It gave him a thrill to be watching her without her knowing it. He could see by her expression she was shocked at her husband’s taste in porno. He hoped he would be able to change her attitude.
Shelia did not look much more. These pictures were making her sick so she left the room.
“Damn, if she would have stayed a little longer I could have sent some messages to her unconsciousness and determine if she was susceptible,” George said to himself.
Shelia said nothing about her husband’s preoccupation with porn on the Internet and things continued the same for months. They would have sex several times a month but Shelia always felt Steve was not pleased with her performance. Shelia also felt strange having sex with this man she no longer seemed to know. She wondered what he was thinking or imaging when they were making love. This began to bother Shelia to the point she no longer was able experienced orgasms. She acted the part so Steve would be satisfied but felt a growing sexually frustration.
Once she returned home unexpectedly. She walked past the door to Steve’s computer room. He did not know she was there. Shelia was shocked to see him sitting there naked and masturbating. She could see him rubbing his penis and looking at a full screen video of a woman being raped. The video had sound and the woman was screaming. Shelia could not believe her husband liked such things. As she watched Steve moaned loudly and she could see cum shoot all over his computer desk. Then to her revulsion she watched as Steve bent over the desk and began to lick up his own cum. She quickly left the room and made some noise so he would know she was home.
George found he could make Steve do most anything now. He found he enjoyed making Steve do humiliating things just to test his power over Steve. Now each time Steve ejaculated George made him lick up and eat his own cum.
When Shelia walked by the computer room the door was now closed.
“Are you in there Steve?” she asked.
“Yes, I am in here. I thought you were going to a meeting,” he said in an angry tone.
“It was cancelled,” she explained. She said nothing more about the incident.
George had continued to monitor Steve and his progress. George used various tests to determine his power over Steve. He was continually surprised at the results. His programming got to the point where he could make Steve ejaculate at anytime or prevent him from ejaculating no matter how excited his was. He continued to always make Steve eat his own cum. It seemed Steve was under his power and it was time to use this on Shelia.
George decided Steve’s garage was a good place for his plan. The garage was large enough and there were no large windows. It would be private and have enough space. George instructed Steve to install a number of cameras inside the garage. These were all small and well hidden but very sophisticated devices. These were hooked to the computer giving George a perfect view of anything that happened there. He also had Steve install very small hidden cameras in the bedroom and bathroom but Shelia’s insecurities about her body made it very difficult for George to obtain any good pictures of her nude. This was about to change.
The opportunity for George occurred one night after Shelia drank too much at party. She and Steve arrived home late and Shelia went straight to bed passing out as soon as her head hit the pillow.
When Steve walked into the bedroom and saw his unconscious wife lying on the bed he remembered George’s instruction to take advantage of any situation to implement the George’s plan. This was a perfect time and Steve went into action. He undressed Shelia. She moaned a few times but remained unconscious. Steve positioned Shelia with her legs spread and took a few pictures of her nudity. George had programmed a burning desire in Steve to post her nude pictures on his favorite website. Steve immediately went to the computer and loaded these pictures George’s website. George was alerted and very pleased at what he saw. He also noticed that Shelia appeared sleeping.
At this point Steve’s will bent to what George wanted. George could simply ask Steve what he wanted to know and Steve would tell him as if it was the most natural thing in the world. When George learned that Shelia was drunk he quickly formulated a plan. He had previously instructed Steve to build a simple but sturdy structure that would hold Shelia’s body. Under George’s instructions Steve picked up his unconscious wife from their bed and strapped her naked body to his device. Steve could not believe how much he enjoying tying his wife’s naked body to the beams of the platform. Steve’s progress was captured by the video cameras. George was quite pleased as he looked at this unconscious young woman’s nude body tied to a wooden frame in most revealing manner. He could not wait for her to awaken.
Shelia opened her eyes and saw it was still dark. She could not comprehend where she was and at first wondered if she was still dreaming. As became more aware she found she was standing up but she could not move her arms or legs. As her consciousness slowly cleared and her eyes focused she found herself in their garage. She gasped as she felt the cords around her wrist tying her to some kind of wooden structure. Her arms were tied to the corners of a rectangle shaped structure. Her legs were also tied leaving her spread eagle. She gasped she found herself totally nude and spread eagle for all to see. She looked down to see a leather strap around her waist holding most of the weight of her body. She was very securely strapped down. Shelia could not imagine how this happened. How did she get into a nightmare like this. Then it hit her, she has a perverted husband and anger flowed through her.
“Steve, what have you done?” she shouted. She was alone in their garage, naked and hanging in a most obscene manner. Various emotions were flowing through her. She would never allow anyone to do this kind of thing to her. She could not imagine being so exposed. She was furious at Steve. What was worse she also needed to pee.
Shelia did not know someone else was watching and enjoying what he was seeing. George had been monitoring the situation and when Shelia shouted he was alerted she was awake and the fun was about to begin.
Finally after a long wait and useless struggle Shelia heard the door behind her open.
“Steve, is that you?’ she whimpered suddenly afraid of what would happen if it were not him.
“Yes, it’s me, who did you think it would be?” he replied in a strange voice.
“Take me down from here right now. I can’t believe you did this to me. You are really perverted. You have gone too far,” Shelia cried in a furious tone.
“I don’t think so. You look quite good hanging there,” Steve said walking around her. He noticed Shelia’s 34 b breasts while small looked very sexy. She had nice firm ass and Steve patted it as he walked behind her. As he stood in front of her he gazed at the small patch of pubic hair above the slit of her pussy.
George had also zoomed in on her body. As he watched he felt his own erection began to grow. He was recording everything.
Shelia could not believe her husband was looking at her body like this. She had always attempted to hide her naked body but it was now on full display and there was nothing she could do about it.
“Steve, you take me down from here right now or I’ll.”
“Or you’ll what?” Steve interrupted not letting her finish her statement.
“Please Steve don’t look at me like that. I don’t like you seeing my body,” Shelia cried. She was now becoming afraid of what her husband might do to her.
“But I like looking at your body. What nice little pussy you have and a tight ass too. I have never really got to see it but I like it,” Steve replied and laughed.
Shelia just looked at this man she thought she had known but her new found fear of him was increasing. Her anger faded replaced by fearful anticipation of what this crazy man might do. Steve had never been abusive but he also had never tied up in the garage. She wondered what he would do next and but could easily see from the evil smile on his face that he was really enjoying himself and did care it was at her expense.
“What are you going to do?” Shelia whispered suddenly afraid of this man she had married. She wanted to run and hide but she was trapped and there was nothing she could do but let her husband gaze at her naked body.
“Right now I just want to look at your sexy body,” Steve said.
“You really do have a nice cunt. Too bad you don’t know how to use it.”
Shelia’s angry was diffused with embarrassment. She watched Steve surveyed her body and there was nothing she could do about it. She was also hurt that her husband thought she was a lousy sex partner. There were so many thoughts flooding Shelia’s confused mind she was having a difficult time focusing on what was happening.
She watched as she walked over the shelf. She gasped as she saw the camera in his hand.
“No, Steve. You can’t take pictures of me like this. Please don’t do this,” Shelia pleaded. She could not believe what was happening. Not only was her husband violating her body, now he was taking pictures of her. Large tears began to flow down Shelia’s cheeks.
“I think I can do anything I want to right now,” he said and laughed. He knelt down and took pictures between her legs. Shelia could feel the cool air in the garage flowing past her pussy lips.
“Please Steve,” Shelia whimpered as she watched him take another picture of her pussy.
“And stop that crying. It is not going to help you now. I am in complete control and you’d better obey me,” Steve said in a forceful tone. He reached up and pinched her left nipple rather hard to make his point.
“Owww, that hurt!” Shelia cried as her nipple shot a jolt of pain through her. Even though Shelia’s breasts were small her nipples had always been very sensitive.
“Very good Steve,” George commented as he watched Steve in action. George removed his own clothes and was very much enjoying the show.
Steve took a quick picture of her as she grimaced. He then attached a small nipple clip and tightened it just enough to squeeze Shelia’s sensitive nipple.
“Stop it Steve, you can’t do this.” The pressure on her nipple hurt. However, Shelia suddenly noticed another sensation deep within her bosom. The pain of her nipple was sending pulses of sensation through her body that she could not understand. These sensations were not all painful. Shelia was shocked to find some were actually stimulating. She could not believe there was some aspect of this pain and humiliation that was beginning to sexually excite her. Shelia attempted to change her pattern of thinking. She was not like this and she would have never let anyone do such things to her. She attempted to focus on her anger at Steve.
“When I get down from here you will pay Steve,” she thought to herself. However, even with these thoughts of revenge she felt another rush of something she did not want. But after months of sexually frustration this surreal event was arousing an unknown region of her mind.
“What is happening to me?” she thought as she unsuccessful fought her awakened libido.
Steve continued to take pictures at every position and angle. Shelia had never had her body exposed in such an obscene manner. During their marriage Steve had not often even been allowed to see her naked body. Now on total display, Shelia felt completely humiliated with her husband’s total disregard for her feelings and his obvious enjoyment of what he was doing to her. What was worse she really had to pee.
“Please Steve; I have to use the bathroom,” she begged. It seemed focusing on her need to urinate was stifling the sexual aspect of what was happening to her.
“Ok.”
Shelia sighed feeling some relief thinking her husband would let her down from this nightmare so she could go to the bathroom. However, Steve had another plan.
“Let me down,” she pleaded. But instead of him releasing her, he brought a bucket and hung the bucket on the leather strap around her waist. The bucket was now position so it was directly between her spread legs.
“Go ahead and pee,” he said and laughed.
“No, I can’t do this, not like this. Please Steve,” she pleaded but felt her bladder crying for release. Shelia had never felt so humiliated. Steve was standing before her with his camera ready waiting for her to pee in a bucket.
To make matters worse Steve began to press on Shelia’s abdomen and made the urge even greater. He stood there his camera ready to shoot.
Shelia was now in tears but she could not hold it any longer. A stream of pee came out of her and she could hear it hitting the bucket. She watched helpless as Steve took pictures of her peeing into a bucket.
Shelia gazed at her husband shooting these pictures but as she watched she felt the unwanted sensations return to her body. She could not understand how she could feel sexually stimulated by what Steve was doing to her.
Shelia sighed with relief as her bladder emptied but again felt the forbidden sensations gaining strength.
“I can’t believe you are doing this to me,” Shelia said now crying. Shelia had never felt so humiliated and degraded in her life. But to her shocked alarm her sexual arousal was increasing. Shelia felt a desire deep within her that was building. Shelia was fighting as hard as she could against this feeling but it seemed her will was evaporating.
“Ok, here’s the deal. You cooperate with me and everything will be fine. I have decided we need to spice things up and you don’t really have much of a choice. What would think if Reverend Andrews saw some of these pictures?” Steve added.
“You wouldn’t do anything like that,” Shelia answered amazed at how her husband cared so little for feelings and was enjoying her torture. Shelia also could not imagine anyone seeing those pictures. She felt she would die if Reverend Andrews saw her like this.
“No, I won’t do anything like as long as you behave like a good wife. Let’s clean you up a bit. You got pee all over yourself yourself, you nasty little girl,” Steve said and laughed. He took the bucket from between her legs.
Their two car garage had plenty of room. Shelia was situated at one corner. Steve opened one of the garage doors and walked out carrying the bucket of piss. They had a large yard but if anyone happened to walk by they would be able to see Shelia’s nude body. Shelia shuttered at the thought and another person seeing her like this yet there was nothing she could do. The ropes were tied firmly.
Steve returned with the garden hose and shut the door.
“Ok, how about a little shower,” Steve said. He aimed the hose at Shelia and began to spray his captive wife with the cold water.
“No, Steve, it’s cold,” Shelia screamed as the cold water splashed over her body. Goose bumps began to appear over her body. She noticed as her husband sprayed her, he was also snapping more pictures of her as she struggled against the cold spray.
“That should be enough,” Steve commented looking at his wife’s shivering body.
“I’m cold Steve,” Shelia whimpered.
“I can tell. Your nipples are harder than I have ever seen them,” he replied and pulled on the nipple clamp on her left nipple.
“Owww, that hurts!” Shelia cried but against felt the sensation shooting through her body.
“It’s good for you,” Steve said putting up the hose.
He walked behind her and suddenly whacked her butt.
“Owww!” Shelia cried as she felt Steve’s hand spacking her firm ass cheeks. But again Shelia felt the ripple flow through her body creating yet more vibrations that fueled her awakened libido.
Steve took a towel and dried his wet wife. He was careful to wipe every spot including her ass.
“What are you doing?” Shelia cried as she felt Steve spread her ass cheeks and rub her most private orifice with the towel. She then felt his finger explore her ass crack.
“Don’t do that,” Shelia cried. But instead of stopping he pressed his finger on her anus. Shelia grunted as Steve slowly worked his finger up her ass.
“Owww!” Shelia cried as she felt his finger enter her asshole. No one had ever done such a thing to her and she had never felt such a sensation. It hurt when his finger entered her tight anus but Shelia was shocked to find something deep within her responding to his finger in her ass. She did not want to like it. It was completely disgusting but something was being triggered inside her and the feeling was gaining strength.
“That’s it Steve, stick your finger right up her asshole,” George commented to himself. George had not been this aroused in a long time. His cock was hard in his hands but he did not want to cum yet. He wanted to watch the rest of the show.
“Please stop Steve,” Shelia cried as she attempted to pull her body away from his probing finger. However, the strap around her waist allowed very little movement and as she pushed forward it pulled her backward further impaling her ass on his finger.
Susan sighed and she felt him slide his finger out. However, her relief was only for a moment as she felt him reach under her and slip his finger in her pussy.
“Please Steve,” Shelia cried. However, as Steve massaged her pussy lips Shelia was shocked she was now feeling more of the unwelcome sensations deep within her.
“Ohh,” slipped out of her mouth. It seemed there was a pressure beginning to build and Shelia did not want to think of what would happened if she could not control these feelings. She could not imagine letting Steve she could enjoy this treatment. That would be the ultimate humiliation but Shelia felt she was loosing the internal battle with herself.
Steve now walked in front of Shelia and knelt down with his face directly between her legs. She looked down and watched him examined her most intimate area. She gasped as his fingers brushed her pussy lips and flicked her clit. She did not want her pussy to respond but she could feel moisture beginning to form. She feared Steve was also sensing something was changing in her, her pussy was becoming wet and he probably could see this.
“I think you are beginning to like this,” Steve commented confirming Shelia’s worst fears.
“No, please Steve, let me go. Please don’t look at my vagina. I don’t want to do this,” Shelia pleaded but to no avail. There was nothing she could do.
To Shelia further horror Steve took several very close photos of her pussy and then leaned over and began to lick Shelia clit with his tongue.
“That’s a good boy Steve, eat her pussy,” George said zooming in on Steve’s head.
“Please Steve don’t do that, not here. Let’s go into the house and I will do whatever you want,” Shelia pleaded. She was now desperate she would do anything to stop this because she was loosing control. She felt her own sexual tension began building and knew what this meant. His tongue licking her clit and the overall surreal experience of hanging naked in her garage by her sadist husband was having a most undesired effect on Shelia’s body.
Steve also could not believe this. He had not really thought about the ramifications of his action. He was mostly following George’s instructions but now sensed his wife was becoming sexually excited. As continued to lick her clit he smiled. If she has an orgasm then there is not much she can say about this little game we are playing.
“Your pussy juiced up quite well,” Steve said. He knew she did not want to respond but she was.
“And it taste good too.”
Shelia felt his finger enter her pussy hole and without thinking she hunched against his finger.
“Here, taste your own juice,” Steve ordered as he stood up and rubbed his now pussy wet fingers on her lips.
“Please Steve, don’t do this,” Susan cried as she kept her mouth shut but could smell herself on his fingers as he rubbed them on her lips.
She watched as he walked over to the counter again but could not see what he had gotten. He now knelt between her legs.
George had invented this device and sent it to Steve. He was very interested in how it would work.
“What are you doing?” Shelia asked her mind in fog. Against her own will, her body was turning against her. She was now highly aroused and she flinched each time Steve’s fingers brushed her pussy lips. Disgusted with herself, she now wanted Steve to attend to her pussy.
Steve knelt down in front of her and very carefully adjusted the straps of the device he was attaching to his wife. This unique device had been purchased from his favorite website and was guaranteed to give every woman the ultimate pleasure. It consisted of two small phallic rods, a small suction cup, and straps to hold it securely in place.
“Ahhh,” Shelia sighed as she felt sometime push against her pussy lips and slide into her now very wet pussy hole.
“Ohh,” Shelia moaned as she felt another rod push and then invade her asshole.
Steve finally adjusted the small suction cup over just the right spot and stood up.
“That should do it Shelia,” he said and smile.
“What are you talking about?” Shelia asked. It was becoming more difficult for Shelia to think as her mind was now filled with an overload of sensations. She felt lost in a mixture of passion and disgust.
She noticed Steve had a small remote control device. He let her see it and she watched as he pushed a button.
“Oh my God!” Shelia exclaimed as she felt the rod in her ass began to quiver and vibrate. This sent a shock wave through her body and her body responded but it was not enough.
She watched as Steve took pictures of her experiencing this invasion of her ass. Shelia could not help but respond and those deep unwanted sensations began to overwhelm her. The sensations seemed to be moving her body in a most lewd manner against the straps that held her tight. She watched as Steve captured this with his camera.
To Shelia’s utter horror the humiliation of the experience was now exciting her, fueling her own sexual desire. Shelia was loosing control. She liked what Steve was doing to her.
“Please Steve,” she moaned now not knowing whether she wanted him to stop or to do more to her.
Steve pushed another button.
“Oh God!” Shelia cried as she felt the shaft in her pussy quiver and began vibrating. She could no longer fight the sexual tension that had built in her body. Her hips now began to gyrate and move back and forth. She did not care that all of this was captured on Steve’s camera. But it was still not enough.
“Please Steve! I need you to fuck my pussy,” Shelia cried not believing the words that were coming out of her mouth.
Steve pushed one more button.
“Ohhhhh!” Shelia screamed as she small suction cup sucked on her clit and began to softly vibrate. This was what Shelia wanted. She felt herself explode.
“Oh, it feels so Goooood!” Shelia screamed. She did not care about anything but the raw animalistic emotions flowing through her body. She had never felt such intense sensations and she loved it. Orgasms flowed through her body. She was only dimly aware of Steve snapping pictures of her cumming over and over again.
“Ohhh!” George moaned. He could no longer take these erotic scenes he was watching on his computer. His cock erupted in a long spurt of white cum as Shelia writhed in pleasure.
Shelia finally collapsed on the ropes holding her and lost consciousness. It had been too much for her.
She awakened a few minutes later and found that Steve had readjusted the ropes so she was now bent over with her ass in the air.
“Please Steve haven’t you done enough?” Shelia weakly asked. She could not understand what was happening to her. Steve had won and he was not through.
“Now it is my time,” Steve said seeing she was awake.
“Yeah, go ahead and get you some of that ass,” George commented still watching the proceedings as he wiped the cum off his cock.
Shelia was not fully conscious but she awakened quickly when Steve rammed his cock into her tight ass.
“No Steve!” Shelia had never been fucked in the ass but even if she had the energy to resist she could not due to her restraints. As his cock first rammed into her asshole she felt the pain of his intrusion.
“Oh you have a tight asshole,” Steve shouted as he pounded in and out. Steve continued to ram her ass for a few minutes.
Suddenly he popped his cock out of her ass. He now approached her standing in front and pulled her head up by her hair. This placed her face level with his cock and he pumped it.
“Yeah, take that bitch!” he cried as the first load of cum hit her in the face. He emptied his entire load on her face adding a further humiliating experience. Shelia was overloaded with emotions and did not know what to feel.
“Wow, that was fantastic!” he said as the last drops of cum was wiped in Shelia’s hair. Steve quick grabbed his camera and took numerous pictures of her cum soaked face.
“I think it is time for a nap,” he said and began to walk toward the door.
“No Steve, you can’t leave me out here,” Shelia cried as she feared he was going to leave tied up in the garage. Shelia was no longer sure of what her husband was capable of doing.
“You want me to let you go?” he asked in a pleasant voice.
“Yes, please,” Susan said looking up at him with her cum dripping face.
“If I do then you owe me. Is that understood?” he said in a firm voice.
“Yes, I will owe you,” she answered.
“Tell me how much liked me fucking your ass,” he ordered.
“I liked you fucking my ass,” Shelia replied in defeat.
“Ok then,” he said. He straighten Shelia up and she felt his cum run down her face. Steve reached forward and pulled on the nipple clamp.
“Owwwh!” Shelia cried.
Steve laughed and loosened the clamp. He watched as suddenly the blood and feelings raced back into Shelia nipple.
“Owwwh, it burns,” Shelia cried. She wanted to rub her nipples but her hands were still tied.
“I think you nipple will be fine,” Steven said. He finally began removing the straps that held her. When he had finally released all the straps Shelia rose unsteady on her feet. She rubbed her tender nipple and slowly made her way inside the house. She quickly retired to the bathroom. She took a long hot bath and wondering what she should do about the day’s strange events.
George could not have been more pleased with the results of his experiment. He could see many opportunities but wanted to play with Steve and Shelia again.
“I can’t believe you did that to me,” Shelia said.
“I can’t believe you were so damn hot. You can really be a great slut when you want to,” Steve answered. “And I got the photos to prove it,” he added.
Shelia shuttered at the thought of being called a slut. It suddenly brought bad memories of her relationship with her father. He was always calling her a slut even when she was a little girl. Her mother and father had been having major marital problems and her father often took his anger out on Shelia.
The next morning after Steve had left for work Shelia sat on the computer writing in her journal:
Dear Journal:
I don’t believe what happened yesterday. Steve has been changing but he did things to me I never would have believed he would do. I could not believe it when I awakened tied up in the garage. It was horrible. And then the way he looked at my body. I was totally exposed to him and he looked at everything. Then he began taking pictures. He even took pictures of my vagina. He even held it open with his fingers and took pictures. He even took pictures of me peeing. I was so humiliated.
But what really concerns me more is how I reacted. After the initial shock and rage another feeling began growing inside me. I could not control it even though I tried with all my might. The feeling grew and it seemed the more debasing things Steve did to me the more the stronger the feelings became. When he finally put the thing on me sticking it in my ass and vagina I was very sexually aroused. I did not want to be but I was. Then when that thing began sucking on my clitoris I could not believe my body’s reaction. I have never had an orgasm even close to those I had.
It scares me that I have such a person inside me that would like such things. I don’t know what Steve will do next but I am more afraid of how much I might like it. I don’t want to become a perverted slut like my father always thought I was. But yesterday taught me how good it can feel to be treated like a slut and I’m afraid. I want Steve to do again.
Shelia had no idea that George was there with her. He was both seeing her through the camera and reading what she was writing.
The next few days were difficult for Shelia. She had no one she to confide her secret so she felt alone. She had many mixed emotions flowing through her and one of her friends noticed a change in her mood during a local church women meeting.
“Shelia, are you feeling okay,” Judy asked after the meeting.
“You look depressed,” she continued.
“No, I’m okay. Just a little tired, I haven’t been sleeping well,” Shelia replied. She liked Judy but could not trust her with the details of her weird sex with Steve.
“Well if there is anything you want to talk about, I’ll be happy to listen,” Judy said. She liked Shelia and she could tell there was something wrong.
“It’s just Steve and I are having a few problems,” Shelia responded feeling she needed to at least say something to someone to release some of the pressure she was feeling.
“Oh, I’m sorry to hear that. Is there anything I can do?”
“No, it’s just that Steve has changed over the last few months and I don’t like the way he is now,” Shelia explained feeling she might be saying too much but it felt good to confide in someone.
“Why don’t we go for a ride and you can tell me about it?” Judy offered.
“Ok, maybe just a short ride. I have to get home soon,” Shelia said. She reluctantly got into Judy’s car.
Shelia knew she could not tell Judy the details of what had happened. She certainly could not tell her how much she had enjoyed her husband’s abuse and the fantastic orgasm she had but she had to talk to someone.
“Steve is always on the Internet and sometimes I don’t like what he is viewing,” Shelia explained. Shelia was fearful of revealing too much information.
“I see. He likes to look at pornographic material,” Judy answered easily guessing what troubled Shelia about Steve’s surfing.
“Yes, he looks at some of that. He says it spices up our sex life but I think I am telling you too much,” Shelia explained. She was beginning to feel very embarrassed but just needed to tell someone about what she was going through.
“Judy, anything you say to me will not go any further than this car, I promise,” Judy said reassuring some of Shelia’s fears.
“It is just some of the pictures he has collected are perverted and then sometimes he wants me to do some of the things that I think are wrong,” Shelia continued to explain.
“Shelia, you should never do anything you think is wrong. I feel whatever a husband and wife do behind close doors as long as both are agreeable is okay but both have to be agreeable. Do you understand?”
“Yes. When we do things sometimes I’m not agreeable but then the things he does to me makes me feel good and I don’t know what I want,” Shelia said.
Judy could tell Shelia was becoming upset. However, Judy also wondered what kinds of things Steve was making her do. Judy felt sorry for her friend but she also found she wanted to know more about the kinds of things Steve was making her do.
“Does he hurt you?” Judy asked being careful not to press for too much information.
“Hurt is not the right word. He does things to me that I don’t want but even though I think it is wrong, it arouses me and then I can’t seem to help what happens.”
Judy was intrigued.
“I don’t quite understand. What kinds of things does he do that makes you feel that way?” Judy asked hoping she was not going to far with her questions.
“Sometimes he ties me up and then puts me in weird positions. I don’t like him to see my body like that but sometimes it arouses me and things happen in my body,” Shelia explained.
Judy felt a small rush thinking of her young friend tied up in the nude. Judy was a very conservative woman but she had some secrets too. She too enjoyed surfing around the Internet. Her husband would never believe some of the sites she cruised on her laptop. She was very careful to keep these kinds of things secret from him.
“Shelia, you say you don’t like being tied up but sometimes it make you excited?”
“Yes, Judy, I get very aroused even though I don’t want to. It is crazy.”
“When did all this begin?” Judy asked.
“It has only happened once but I know he is going to do it again. I am afraid but what disgust me about myself is that I also want it to happen. I’m sorry Judy, I have said too much. I need to get home before Steve,” Shelia said.
“Okay, I’ll take you back to your car. Just remember if you ever need to talk I’m here and whatever you say to me will remain with me,” Judy explained.
“Thanks Judy, I appreciate it,” Shelia said as they arrived back at the church. Shelia quickly got into her car and drove away. She felt both better and worse after talking to Judy. On the one hand it felt very good to just tell someone but Shelia hoped Judy was as trust worthy as she said.
As Judy got into her car she could not believe what she had heard. Steve and Shelia were one of the most conservative couples in the Church and she would have never thought Steve a pervert. Also, she imagined there must be much more to the story than being tied up for Shelia to be having the reaction she was having. Judy hoped to learn more and as she imagined her friend standing naked she again felt a rush and her hand slipped between her legs as she drove.
She pulled into her garage and the garage door closed automatically. Judy’s hand was still between her legs as she cut the engine. There was no one home and her husband was not due for several hours. Judy slipped her pants and panties down and as she sat in the car she began to massage herself.
“Oh God!” she whispered.
“Let me tie you up Shelia and make you feel good?” she said fantasying about this young girl standing naked before her with her arms tied above her and her legs spread.
“Ahhhhh!” she cried as an intense orgasm engulfed her.
Judy slowly revived from her orgasm. She sat in the car wondering what had gotten into her. She often masturbated but she had never felt such an intense urge and certainly not while driving. Also, she had never thought about being with another woman but her talk with Shelia had awakened her imagination. She slowly pulled up her pants and walked into the house still thinking about her friend Shelia.
Shelia arrived home confused. It seemed to always help her to write in her journal.
Dear Journal:
I told Judy too much about my problem but she seemed to really care. It felt good to talk to someone but I have problems trusting people. Judy is very nice and she seems to be a good person. I just hope I did not say too much to her. I hope she does not think badly of me.
George read this entry and was interested in knowing more of Judy, Shelia’s friend.
The next time Steve sat down to the computer George questioned him about Judy. He learned she was 35 years old married with three children. Steve even had a few pictures of her taking at a church social. She was attractive with a firm body. Her breast looked to be about 36 c and she had firm ass. She also had a computer and seemed to know quite a bit about it.
These were the perfect type of people for George. Individual who knew enough about computer to get into trouble.
“Let Shelia relax for a couple of weeks and then we will have another session,” George explained to Steve. As he said it he flashed a pictures of a girl tied upside down with her legs spread wide. As the picture appeared George gave Steve permission to cum in his pants. Steve had forgotten to wear a condom.
It was two weeks later when George instructed Steve to again approach his wife.
“I think it is time for us to play again,” he said early one Saturday morning.
“I don’t know,” Shelia stammered. She had been waiting for this wondering if she could do it again. She had never experience such an intense series of orgasms but letting her husband humiliate her went again all Shelia’s ideas about being a woman.
“Go put on your make up and then meet me in the garage. You won’t need any clothes,” Steve replied. He left the room giving her no chance to say anything more.
Shelia felt her body tremble at the thought. She did not think it a good idea and feared how she might react. However, she arose from the bed and began to apply her make up.
Steve went to the garage and arranged his various toys. He had even installed two more cameras and now had a digital video camera to tape everything. This cameral also fed directly through the Internet to George.
In about 30 minutes Shelia walked through the door. Steve looked at his naked wife and smiled. Shelia looked down. Since the first episode nothing had been said about their new game. They acted as if their life was the same as it had been only both knew things were now different.
George also sat at his computer watching the activities. He was now compiling his data and had many more lucrative plans for his new technology. However, George also liked playing with Steve and Shelia.
Steve immediately began taking digital photos of his nude wife. Shelia also noticed there was an expensive looking video camera pointed at her.
“Come here cunt,” Steve ordered while snapping pictures of her.
Shelia shivered at being called a cunt but she went to him watching him take shots from all different angles. There was no part of her body hidden from his camera.
“Put this on,” Steve said and handed her a costume.
“This is a cheerleader’s out fit. Why do you want me to wear this? Shelia asked.
“Just put it on but don’t put on any panties. I want to take pictures of you in it,” Steve replied.
George had always liked looking at young cheerleaders and had instructed Steve on the pictures he wanted. They would a good addition to his website of fetish pictures.
Shelia did not know what to think. This was something new, now her pervert husband wanted her to dress up like a young teen girl. Shelia did not know what to think but she slipped on the small skirt and sweater over her nude body. She felt silly but then as she felt the short skirt barely covering the fact she had on no panties her feared sexual desires began to awaken deep within her body. She shivered as she felt a tingle go up her spine as she slipped on the sweater and stood before Steve dressed like a high school cheerleader slut.
“Very nice,” he said shooting pictures of her.
“Turn around and bend over,” he ordered.
Shelia turned around and bent over exposing most of her ass.
“Bend over more and pull up your skirt,” Steve commanded.
Shelia complied and revealing all she had to offer. She felt cool air on her tender under flesh. She also felt something else as she bent over exposing her ass to the world. It was beginning to build deep within her. She knew it was wrong but she wanted it.
“Spread your legs.”
She spread her legs as Steve took the pictures.
“Spread your butt cheeks so I can see your asshole.”
She did as directed.
“Okay, turn around and put up your skirt.”
Again she complied standing before Steve with her cheerleader’s skirt pulled up so that her pussy was plainly visible as he took pictures.
This continued for about 30 minutes with Steve taken ever kind of revealing pose possible. He then took the video camera and filmed her in various obscene poses and gestures. They even went out into the backyard even though Shelia was afraid of being seen she followed him.
As each different pose and debasing gesture Shelia felt the deep passion growing inside her. She did not know what to do but it felt so good.
“Okay, come back in the garage and take off the outfit.”
As Shelia stood totally naked before Steve, he attached a Velcro band around both wrists and ankles. He then fastened rope to these securing them. Each rope was attached to a pulley and soon Shelia was standing on tiptoes with her arms pulled high in the air and her legs spread apart.
George simply watched from his chair in Belize. He now sat stroking his cock as Steve and Shelia played their little games.
Again the same type scenario occurred. Steve attached the butterfly type stimulating device that went into both Shelia’s pussy and asshole with the clit suction tip. When he applied the juice Shelia went wild being unable to control her pent up sexual desire. Then Steve fucked her ass and shot off in her face.
Each time Shelia would begin with fear and trepidation but these strong emotions were soon replaced by a sexual tension that began deep within her. Then the more Steve debased her, the stronger these impulses became. The orgasms produced were always very intense and wonderful. Shelia was very afraid of the way she was feeling about things. She did not know what she was becoming.
After several of these sessions Shelia was again talking to Judy as they drove to a meeting.
“Shelia, are things going okay between you and Steve?” Judy asked. Judy had wanted to ask Shelia about his for sometime but this was the first opportunity where they were alone.
“Yes, we are still having problems although Steve does not think so,” Shelia answered.
“So he continues to want you to do things you don’t want to do?” Judy continued.
“Yes, but what upsets me is how much I like what he is doing to me at the time. Then afterwards I feel very bad. Sometimes I feel like a slut,” Shelia explained.
“Shelia, you are not a slut. You are having sex with your husband. That is normal. It is what a wife does,” Judy said attempting to console her friend.
“I know but when I do these things it really feels good and I loose control of myself. Steve loves it when I loose control but I hate it.”
“So he is still tying you up and stuff?” Judy asked hoping Shelia would give her some details.
“Yes, he takes me to the garage and does things to me there. He put things on my wrists and ankles so he can attach ropes to them and then he hangs them on hooks. I can’t move. I can only stand there naked and let him do things to me. He even takes pictures of me like that. I don’t know what I would do if anyone ever saw those pictures,” Shelia explained.
Shelia and Judy arrived at their destination so the subject was quickly dropped. Judy walked into the meeting thinking about her young friend hung naked in the garage. She could feel some moisture between her legs. She also thought about the pictures and how much she would like to see them.
Steve and Shelia’s play usually occurred once every two weeks. Each time Shelia was totally satisfied even though she hated what he was doing to her.
George had enjoyed this at first but anything can get old. He had programmed the couple to play their games every two weeks. He had excellent quality video of it all and ran this video on his website that now totaled about 400 members. He wanted to keep the group small. He wanted mostly middle class individuals who knew something about computer but not enough to have any suspicions their computers were controlled. A few times George had encountered law enforcement surfers. He could quickly identify these individuals by their computer content. George was able to make his site go dead on these computers and there was little they can do about it. His site would simply no longer load on any of their computers. Sometimes he shut entire hubs off his internet connection for his own protection.
George decided to push the limit on Steve and Shelia. This was not before George had been able to do some programming to her during her journal writings times on the computer. However, she was much less susceptible to his manipulations so he was unable to control her as he did Steve. He found he could only stimulate desires in her that were always present.
The session went normal to the point where she stood before Steve with her arms pulled high into the arm and her legs spread. At this point Steve stood behind her.
“Open your mouth,” he ordered.
When Shelia opened her mouth Steve quickly inserted a ball gag and fastened the strap around her head. She could not say anything. Even when she attempted to scream, she found she could make very little sound. She immediately became worried. This was something new. What did Steve have in mind?
“Okay, that looks great,” Steve said laughing. He took some more pictures as Shelia helplessly watched.
Steve then took a blindfold and placed it over Shelia’s eyes. Shelia attempted to protest but had no means to do so due to the ball gag.
Next Steve took out a nipple clamp. Even though Shelia’s breasts were small her nipples were very pronounced. When Steve applied the clamp he felt Shelia’s body jerk. He tightened it very firmly creating a jolt of pain in her nipple.
“Mgmgmgmg,” Shelia cried in protest.
“I don’t understand. Does that mean you want the other clamp on?”
“Mgmgmgmg,” Shelia again cried. Her nipple was throbbing against the squeeze of the clamp. She felt Steve clamp the other nipple and then tighten.
“Mgmgmgmg!” she squealed as her nipples sent jolt of pain through her body. Even though it hurt, the pain itself was fueling her arousal. Shelia could not believe her pussy was beginning to respond. She could feel the moisture.
“Mgmgmgmg,” she cried but there was nothing she could do but bare the burning sensation in both nipples. She feared how far he would go. The pain in her nipples were intense but she also could not ignore the increased tension in her womb calling for release.
Steve was on a power trip. He cock pressed hard in his pants as he placed the nipple clamp on his wife’s breast. He was really enjoying this. He snapped several pictures of her capturing her winching in discomfort. As he looked over her body his sadistic side began to emerge. All the other times he just got off to humiliating his wife but her getting turned on anyway. Today was different.
As he ran his hands down her body he brushed against the small patch of pubic hair. She had small strip just above her slit. Steven had an idea. George had not instructed him on this, it was his own plan.
George was watching and wondered what Steve was going to do with his needle nose pliers. This was not his idea and he wondered if Steve would take things too far. Of course, there was little George could do but watch. He could not wait to see what happened.
Steve tightened the ropes holding Shelia and pulled up a stool. Her pussy was directly in front of him. He moved the video camera aiming it directly at Shelia’s pussy. He then took the pliers and grabbed an individual pubic hair and jerked it out. Shelia’s body jerking indicated he had her attention.
“Mgmgmgmg!” Shelia cried in the ball gag. She wanted to tell Steve she was ready to quit. That had hurt her. The pain in her nipples was arousing but this pain hurt too much and was turning her off. As she was thinking this, suddenly another spark of intense pain cruised through her body as he pulled out another hair. Shelia attempted desperately to do something but she could barely move as Steve yanked out another hair.
George watched in amazement as Steve tortured his wife by pulling out her pussy hairs, one by one. He knew that had to hurt. Even though George had not instructed Steve to do this particular act he had directed him to be more creative in his play time with Shelia. George wondered how creative he would get.
After the 6th or 7th hair Shelia could not hold back her bladder. As Steve yanked out the hair Shelia began to pee all over Steve. Shelia could not see his reaction but was afraid he would be furious. However, Steve, although surprised by the sudden flow of urine, was enjoying the golden shower. He let it drip all over him. He pressed his finger on her pee hole and redirected the pee so that it went all over Shelia’s legs. Again, there was nothing she could do.
George could not believe what he was seeing. Shelia was peeing all over Steve and he appeared to like it.
When the pee stopped Steve resumed his hair pulling task. Shelia felt the intense pain with each hair. Soon he had pulled out all of the neatly shaved pubic hairs. Shelia’s skin was red where he had been jerking out the hairs and she was breathing fast. However, this was not due to arousal but do to the pain he had inflicted. He then used the pliers to pinch her pussy lips. Shelia felt another sharp pain as he pinched and twisted her outer lips. Steve was now very much into torturing his wife’s body. He did not want to hurt her but he was enjoying the power he had over her.
He felt he had done enough and his cock was beginning to hurt pushing against his jeans. He was also wet with urine so he adjusted the ropes and bent Shelia over a bench. She could not resist. He had seen to that with the ropes. She felt his cock push against her anus.
“Mgmgmgg!” Shelia cried as Steve thrust his cock up her ass. He then proceeded to fuck her tight ass again.
Shelia did not know what to think. Even though she did not like what Steve had been doing to her the intense orgasms made her come back for more. This time was different, she received nothing but pain. However, Shelia also had to admit to herself that even with the intense pain there was a sexual tension inside her. If Steve would have used the device on her it would have allowed her an orgasm and she would have felt much different. But this time Steve had hurt her and more importantly he was not giving what she so desperately wanted. This fact made angry and she feared what he might do the next time. When she felt Steve’s cock expand in her ass and spurt his cum in her bowels she knew the session was over. Steve was spent and no longer interested.
Shelia was disappointed, frustrated, and angry. She needed an orgasm, but she was also glad the play was over. Her nipples were now throbbing and the soft flesh around her pussy was burning. Shelia was not quite prepared when Steve suddenly released the nipple clamps. Blood flowed once more through her tortured nipples and they screamed with pain.
“Mgmgmgg!” she cried as the feeling rushed through her tender nipples. She would have collapsed if not held by the ropes. It felt as if both nipples were on fire as the feeling suddenly returned to her tortured buds.
Steve was finished. He had gotten everything he wanted. He loosened the ropes and Shelia slid to the ground. He removed the clasps from her arm and removed the blindfold and ball gag.
Shelia sat on the garage floor and rubbed her jaws. They also ached from being opened wide for so long. She looked up at Steve standing there still wet with her piss.
As she massaged her wrists she looked at Steve, “You bastard!” Shelia pulled herself to her feet and as quickly as she could went back into the house. As she sat in a tub of hot water with she gently massaged her throbbing nipples she decided Steve had now gone too far. She was afraid of what he might do next. Right then and there decided she was not going to let him tie her again. She was leaving.
However as she sat in the tub she had another problem. As she rubbed her tender nipples, even though they still throbbed with pain they began to respond to her touch. She felt a rush rise up through her. She needed the release Steve had blocked. Shelia’s hand then slipped down her body and found her tender slit between her legs.
“Oh, what have I become?” Shelia asked herself as she began to massage the folds of her vagina. Her vagina lips were also very tender and sore but this did not stop Shelia’s hand. Soon a flood of deep sexuality flowed through Shelia’s body and she began to fuck her own fingers as she lay in the tub.
“Oh God, it feels so damn good,” Shelia cried as a very intense orgasm flooded over her.
“I am such a slut,” she said to herself and at the time the thought only intensified her orgasm.
As she recovered from her on self induced orgasm she knew she had to make a change. Things had gone too far and she no longer wanted to be a relationship where she feared for her safety. She just did not know how far Steve would eventually take things and she did not want to find out.
The next day Shelia cleaned out their checking and savings account. She gathered up a few personal items. Before she left town she decided to phone Judy.
“Judy, this is Shelia.”
“Hi, Shelia, how are you?”
“I’m not doing well. I have decided to leave Steve,” Shelia said her voice trembling.
“I’m so sorry, is there anything I can do?” Judy asked.
“No, there is nothing you can do. I am moving to another city but I wanted to warn you about something before I go.”
“Warn me, what about?” Judy asked.
“Steve has taken a lot of pictures of me doing weird things. I think when he learns I am gone he is going to use these pictures against me. I just wanted you to know I am not a bad person. He made me do those things,” Shelia explained her voice breaking as she talked.
“I know you are a good person Shelia no matter what. When you get settled let me know and I promised I will keep your secret. I will keep you informed over what happens here,” Judy said. Judy immediately decided she had to see some of those pictures.
“Thanks Judy, I am leaving right now. I don’t know when I will be able to call you but I will, I promise, you have been a real friend,” Shelia said.
“Okay Shelia, take care and call me when you can.”
“Bye,” she said and hung up the phone.
Judy sat a minute thinking about Shelia’s call. She wondered how she could arrange things so that if Steve was angry at his wife he might give the pictures to her as some kind of revenge. Judy wanted those pictures.
As she walked out the door of their small home she placed a note to Steve on the kitchen table:
Steve: I have now become afraid of you and do not want to live like this. I have taken the checking account money and a few personal items. I will be filing for a divorce.
Later that day Steve found the note. He was furious that she would really leave him but after he thought about it for a while he smiled, part of him was pleased. He had begun to tire of his wife and wanted to move on to other women. So even though the few thousands dollars she took would hurt his finances for a while he decided it was worth it.
When George learned Shelia had left he was disappointed. After considering the matter he decided to put another plan into operation. Now that he knew about Judy he decided it might be a good idea for Steve to let Judy see some of the pictures. Of course, he did not tell Steve his entire plan but just enough of how Steve should act when he next talked to Judy. He fully expected Judy to protect her friend Shelia but he had an idea Judy might be lured into game. George had little to loose if he were wrong.
That same day George was explaining this to Steve when the phone rang.
“Hello,” Steve answered still sitting by the computer. George could hear his conversation and soon learned it was Judy. It could not have worked out better. George suggested to Steve he would be getting some revenge by letting Judy see the pictures he had taken of his wife.
“Hi, Steve, this is Judy. Shelia phoned me and told me she was leaving and I’m so sorry for the problems the two of you have been having,” Judy said.
“Judy, I did not know we were having problems,” he replied playing George’s game.
“What did Shelia tell you?”
“Just that the two of you were not getting along and you were arguing a lot. She said she could not take it anymore,” Judy said creating the idea she knew nothing about their sex life.
As George listened to the conversation he smiled. George knew that Judy was aware of the exact nature of the problems Shelia had been having. He guessed she would not be quick in telling Steve what she knew. George wondered what Judy would think of her friend after she viewed the pictures and he planned on finding out.
“Well there’s more to it than that. I found some pictures that tell a different story of how weird my wife was and that she was cheating on me. Now, that I have seen these pictures I’m glad she left and I plan to file for a divorce very soon,” he explained.
“What kind of pictures?” Judy asked holding her breath hoping he would volunteer them to her.
“Judy, the pictures speak for themselves. I was going to show them to Reverend Andrews but I will give you copies too. I have to warn you they are very x-rated,” Steve said. This could not have worked out better. George was pleased as he listened. This had turned into a very entertaining game.
“Okay, Steve, I’ll do anything you think would help you. But Steve, I don’t want John to know anything about this. He would not understand. You know how he is,” she explained. She did not want her husband knowing anything about any of this.
Steve did not want John to know anything about it either.
“Are you home alone?”
“Yes, John will not be home until late.”
“Okay, I will be by in a couple of hours. Be prepared for a shock,” he said and hung up the phone.
George explained to Steve that giving the pictures to Judy and no one else would be the best plan. There was no point in letting the Reverend see them. And of course, Steve agreed with his programmer.
Judy sat by door and the two hours passed slow. But then she heard a car drive up and there was a knock on the door.
“Hi Steve. I’m so sorry. Is there anything I can do?” she asked
“The only think you can do for now and to look through these. I hope they don’t offend you but I know you were Shelia’s friend. I thought you should know about how she really is. I think she has some real problems,” Steve explained acting concerned about his soon to be ex-wife as he handed Judy the folder with the pictures.
“Okay, I only want the best for both of you.”
“Just promise me you will not show these to anyone?” Steve asked following the script George had given him.
“I won’t” Judy assured Steve. She did not want anyone to see the pictures but her.
“There are also some pictures on a few CD’s in there. I have not looked at them all,” Steve lied. At George’s instruction he had also added some videos of Shelia with him conveniently edited out.
“Judy closed the door and immediately opened the box. This first picture she saw was of Shelia tied to some structure totally nude. Her body glistened with sweat. Judy examined the pictures closely looking at Shelia’s firm small breasts. She went down Shelia’s body and her pussy was plainly visible between her spread legs.
“Oh my!” Judy exclaimed. She felt a rush through her body and sat down hard on a chair. She leafed through several pictures feeling increased arousal with each different pose of her good friend. Judy could not believe Shelia had done these things but here was the proof. There were close up pictures of Shelia’s pussy and even her asshole. There was one with a man’s finger in her ass. Steve wanted her to believe it was another man but Judy knew the truth.
As Judy leafed through the pictures her pants were soon down around her ankles and her hands were wet with her own pussy juice as she looked at picture after picture of her good friend Shelia’s body in different erotic poses. When she reached the picture of Shelia with her ass and pussy in the air with a dildo in each of them her orgasm found its way to her brain.
“Oh God!” she cried and her body erupted.
After her orgasm ended Judy went to the computer and entered the CD. Here, Judy found videos of Shelia bound and being tortured. George edited out all scenes that included Steve. He also added another present for Judy. As she watched the video her computer was already using its connection to the internet to allow George access. George had his next victim.
Judy was unconscious of anything but the videos of her young friend moaning obviously in extreme rapture as she hung on the platform.
Even though Judy was a 36 y/o married woman with three children and Shelia was only 22, Judy wanted more. She did not know how it would happen but she wanted to be with her friend in more ways than one. Those videos had released her intoxication for Shelia. Judy hoped Shelia would phone her soon. That night Judy and her husband had great sex. John did not know that all the time they were fucking his wife was thinking of a naked bound woman.
Shelia did not know how Steve would react to her leaving. She had done a quick investigation of various places and decided to move to Little Rock which was about 200 miles away from their home. Shelia felt this was safe distance. She rented a small apartment and brought her few household items.
Now she sat alone in her very small apartment. She was ready to begin her new life without Steve. Even though Steve was no longer in her life she continued to experience many strange feelings and desires that haunted her mind. She continued to have many disgusting desires. It was like Steve had let the genie out of the bottle. |
19,421 | World Class | RipRespon | NonConsent/Reluctance | 2013-06-19 | 2015-10-31 | 2022-01-01 15:45:06 | 3 | literotica.com | https://www.literotica.com/s/world-class-01 | 1. Drunk and unfailthful at a party. 2. Under pressure, Tiffany has a revelation. 3. Tiffany reminisces about being a lying cheating slut. | ['Blowjob', 'Wife'] | 3.74 | I ran into the bathroom as my husband, Steve, his right hand coated with my cum triumphantly returned to what remained of the party downstairs. I leaned my head against the bathroom door locking it with one hand while the other squeezed my throbbing pussy hoping it might calm my racing heart and spinning head.
We were both very drunk from a full day of dinking at a 'welcome to the neighborhood pool party' hosted by our neighbor's Tom and Jenny. We moved in a couple weeks earlier and this party was thrown in our honor with about fifty to sixty neighbors; all of them about ten years or more our senior. We had just toured the second floor of Jenny's impressive McMansion and were standing at the banister overlooking the extraordinary foyer of the house.
Steve slipped his hand under my tiny wrap giving my ass a firm squeeze, "You look so sexy in this bikini, and, the see through mini skirt makes it fucking erotic," he whispered in my ear, "I've wanted to fuck you all day." No one was around to witness his hand slide under the side of my bikini bottom and between my legs to stroke my clit with his fingers. He turned his body and pushed his hardening cock against my hips and I grew instantly wet.
I had been a little apprehensive that morning, but, with Steve's encouragement I wore one of my smallest bikinis that left very little to the imagination. I covered it up with a modest sundress in the morning, but, by early afternoon (and after my fourth beer) the dress was gone and the feeling of all eyes at the party checking out my body had made me extremely horny too. "Every guy here must feel the same way," I whispered back rubbing his big cock through his bathing suit, "did you notice all the attention I've been getting from these old men?"
"I noticed that you are one hell of a tease," he said pushing two fingers deep inside my soaking wet pussy, "but you're all mine and they can't have you like I can." By then, I had had at least 8 beers and three shots and had a rare drunk on horny; I was ready to be fucked right then and there. I leaned over the banister and pushed out my ass to give him better access. Steve knows my body like no other man and he when began to flick my cervix with the tips of his fingers I was on the edge of orgasm in record time. He roughly inserted his well lubricated thumb into my ass and I covered my mouth to muffle the screams of the first of three explosive orgasms. As quickly as he began he finished offering his fingers for me to clean. I took them in my mouth enthusiastically and thoroughly sucked them spotless.
"I expect one of your world class blowjobs when we get home" he whispered in my ear. I nodded eagerly imagining me with his big cock deep in my throat. Hmmm, it made me feel so hot!
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His reference of my 'world class blowjobs' came from my reputation in high school and followed me to college. Although I didn't have actual intercourse until late in college, I was considered quite the slut; which, I hear, was unusual for the captain of the cheerleading squad. I just loved giving blowjobs. For me, nothing was better than the feeling of a hard cock of almost any size, shape, or age in my mouth. At the time I didn't consider it 'sex' and I was able to keep my virginity believing that I was still a 'good girl' (even though I had given hundreds of BJs both individually and to many guys at the same time). I didn't feel the need to fuck because as soon as hot sperm landed on my tongue, my face, my tits, I'd have a powerful orgasm (or several), and still do. It was better than any other sexual act I had had, and, I couldn't get enough. You see, I am damn good at it because I have no gag reflex; few woman can swallow like I can. So, in school I was very proud of my reputation as the BJ Queen who gave a world class blowjob.
It wasn't until my junior year of college when I had my first steady boyfriend that I stopped my shenanigans and began to practice monogamy. Steve and I hooked up our senior year of college and when he learned about my past he made me promise my fidelity before we got serious. Because of the combination of his big cock and kinky mind, I made that promise willingly believing I would keep it for life. We married right out of school four years earlier and it had been a great relationship full of love, hot sex, and great blowjobs.
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I was suddenly pulled from my trance by the sound of a throat being cleared behind me. I turned away from the bathroom door with a fright and saw, John, wearing only his swim trunks. John was one of my new neighbors whom we met at the party that day, and, for the umpteenth time that day I scanned his muscular body; only this time his trunks were pulled down past his neatly trimmed cock and balls. Even though he was soft I could tell he was very well endowed (I know these things from experience).
"Um, I kinda...gotta pee" he informed me his drunk hungry eyes scanning my petite body stopping at my large breasts. My heart began to race again and my drunk pussy throbbed so hard I noticed I was still cupping it in my hand. Just the idea of me being locked in the bathroom with a stud at least 25 years my senior, his dick out of his pants and both of us drunk off our asses made me hornier than ever. Throughout the day he had been intently flirting and checking me out. So how wrong was this situation? What would his wife think? I knew Steve certainly wouldn't be happy about it. A voice in my head told me to leave the bathroom immediately, but my alcohol infused body had other ideas and pushed my common sense aside. I calmly walked, stumbling a little, over to the sink beside the toilet leaned over it and played with my hair in the mirror.
"Go right ahead, don't mind me, I'll wait", I slurred. My mind whirled, my head spun, I was too drunk, too horny to think straight; my sexual senses were heightened beyond description. A heavy stream of urine soon hit the toilet breaking the sound of silence in the room and forcing a long forgotten memory into the forefront of my mind.
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I had been here before; drunk, in a bathroom at with an older man peeing in the toilet. I remembered I was at a sleepover with a friend in high school. She and I had drank almost an entire bottle of Captain Morgan that I stole from my parent's bar. It was late, my friend had long passed out, and I had never been so drunk when I walked in on her dad, only in his underwear, taking a leak in the bathroom. As I mentioned before, I loved all cock, and being that drunk for the first time in my life, I didn't care if it belonged my friend's hairy old dad, or, that his wife was sleeping in the next room. I was dressed to perfection for the situation; tiny pink panties and a matching tank top several sizes too small. I remembered how lustfully he stared at me as I watched him pee, I was so drunk I was hardly unable to stand up. When he finished peeing he turned to face me leaving his cock hanging over the top of his underwear and began to scolding me for being drunk; threatening to tell my parents. Inside my brain I knew what his game was as I watched his cock growing harder with each threat, but outside, I played it perfectly. I pleaded with him, telling him I'd do anything, and begging him not to tell my parents. It wasn't long before I was topless and on my knees sucking his cock to assurances of his silence. I was such a slut!
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I pushed that luscious memory out of my mind and focused on the art of teasing John, running my fingers threw my hair.
I couldn't keep myself from using the mirror to get another look at his cock. It had grown slightly showing that he too was turned on. Raising my eyes to his face I saw he was staring at my ass with great intent. I realized that the tryst with my husband had pulled my bikini up between my ass cheeks. I imagined that through the translucent material of my mini wrap it probably looked to John like I was wearing a thong. The idea of my ass being bare made my pussy gush and quiver in a small orgasm. I was way too turned on and again my mind screamed for me to get out, to run for the door, but my body wouldn't move.
"You have a great body" he complimented while pushing out the last drops of urine. I didn't respond, letting his comment sit uncomfortably while I kept fussing with my hair. For a painful amount of time neither of us move from our spots even though both of us had long finished our tasked.
I glance again at his cock and was surprised that it was held firmly in his hand, fully hard, big and as beautiful as I imagined it would be, "more than two shakes and you're playing with it," I teased meeting his hungry eyes in the mirror.
"I guess I'm playing then," he laughed nervously. The next long silence was filled by heavy breathing, growing deeper and louder as our eyes lock into a shameless gaze. I felt like I was in total control and that made me forget the world outside that door.
Finally, I turned to him and putting my hand on his bare chest pushed him back and away from the toilet. As my body stepped in front of him the voice, now faint and distant in the back of my mind, shouted NO! STOP NOW! LEAVE THE ROOM! Instead of listening to the voice, my uncontrollable desire to expose myself had me hooking my thumbs in my bikini bottom and sliding them down to my ankles. Even worse, I sat down and slowly parted my knees spreading my legs so wide that the wrap slipped up to my waist and showed off the Brazilian wax I had gotten the day before.
"That is one fucking beautiful, wet pussy," he panted.
John pulled a phone from his pocket, put it on the counter, and then pushed his swim trucks past his hips letting them fall to the floor. I couldn't hold back an uncomfortable laugh, "what would Jennifer say?" I asked coyly about his wife.
"Nobody ever needs to know about this," he reassured me, "I know how to keep a secret. Do you?" I nodded my head knowing that if something were to happen it had to be quick before anyone came looking for us.
His cock throbbed and bounce before my face making my mouth water. I knew I was past the point of no return as the voice of reason faded completely and was replaced by the pure desire to taste his cum. "Show me your tits" he commanded, "I've been craving to see them all day." I kept my eyes trained on his huge cock, just a little bigger than Steve's I figured, and pulled the small fabric triangles to the side leaving me completely exposed to his gaze, "you're fucking perfect," he flattered. After giving him a few moments to ogle I put my hands on his muscular thighs leaning forward until my mouth almost touched the head of his cock. I opened wide and slowly turned my gaze up to his eyes challenging him to make the next move. "Oh yes, Tiffany," he moaned moving closer and every so deliberately pushed the head of his cock gently into my mouth, "suck my cock you sweet little vixen."
Small waves of orgasms instantly flooded my body; I was so easy when drunk. The strange cock in my mouth was overwhelmingly erotic and I was impatient to feel it deep in my throat. I quickly impaled myself, pushing it deep down my throat and holding it there until I needed to breathe again, "Oh fuck that's unbelievable," John exclaimed when I pulled back and licked my tongue around the head still in my mouth, "I've never had anyone take that much of my cock." Encouraged and needing to show off more I pushed my tongue past my lips and thrust forward again stretching my throat wider than it had been stretched in years and consuming even more of his long thick shaft. It felt so naughty, so wrong, and so bad as I licked his balls with the end of my tongue. I was consumed by such great desire and overpowering emotions that my body shuddered through another orgasm making me hum around his cock. I could hear him speaking but I couldn't understand what he was saying as my brain turned off and I went into full cock sucker mode. I needed to taste his cum, I wanted to feel him spray, and feel his cock throb in orgasm. I wanted him to fuck my face!
I moved my hands on his hips and pushed him back then forward; I knew this would show him what I wanted. Sure enough I felt his hands on the back of my head and he began to thrust in and out of my mouth. He moved slowly and deliberately at first, holding my head down hard at the end of each thrust forcing his cock deeper every time. His pace soon quickened and I felt his cock harden. He took my hair in his hands and began pulling it hard to aid his thrusts. He was forceful and rough and it made my head begin to spin. He began fucking my face at a furious pace and I knew he wouldn't last much longer. When I reached up and squeezed his balls tight in my hand he groaned loudly and forced his cock so deep in my throat that my nose was squished against his groined. The cock throbbed deep in my throat as he held the back of my head down hard for so long I thought I would pass out from lack of oxygen. Needing to breath I began to struggle against his grip trying to push him away but he was too strong. Then I felt it; his first powerful spay. I began to orgasm with him so forcefully that lost all sense of my body and time. When he finally withdrew his cock and I began to gasp violently for air. Then long streams of his cum splashed into my mouth and across my cheek making my head began to spin fiercely as wave after wave of orgasm continued to explode in my body. He again forced his cock back down my throat holding it there so that again I couldn't breathe. I struggled against his grip but was too drunk, too week and unable to breathe. Overcome by the most powerful orgasms of my life, and unable to push him away; I lost my bearings and felt myself slip into unconsciousness.
"Are you OK?" I heard John ask as though he were standing in another room. "Hey, Tiffany..." his voice sounded closer and I felt him lightly slapping my cheek, "you passed out." I opened my eyes and saw him looking down at me. I was still trying to catch my breath and my body was shaking. I was so drunk and so exhausted with an unimaginable bliss filled afterglow that I couldn't lift my head or arms. I felt paralyzed and on the verge of passing out again.
John smiled and nodded his head in a reassuring way, "fuck, Tiffany. I've never had my cock sucked like that" he complimented "your mouth is fucking amazing! I knew you were a dirty cock slut. All day I've been telling the guys that you were. They didn't believe me."
His comment made the voice in the back of my head come back, WHAT THE FUCK HAVE YOU DONE? It screamed accusingly. I tried to get up but my body wasn't responding and still couldn't move a muscle. I suddenly felt scared as John stood back and studied my limp body as I lay against the back of the toilet. He then straddled my chest, placed his cock between my tits, and pushing them around it with his coarse hands, "You've got great big firm tits, a flawless heart shaped ass, and a beautiful pussy. You're perfectly built just for sex, aren't you slut?" His irreverence shocked me, I was unprepared for it, and it filled me with so much disgrace and humiliation my heart was shattered. He roughly squeezed my tits and pulled my nipples around his hardening cock. "I'd love to stay for a fuck. I know you want it you little whore," he laughed grinning down at me with a malicious look that I hadn't notice before, "but my wife would smell that sweet whore pussy a mile away".
My head started to pound with pain and eyes began to swell with tears as the voice in my head told me he was right, I was a whore, A DIRTY LITTLE WHORE, it yelled!
"Aw, baby, no need to cry" he condescended, "I'd be happy to fuck you really good another time." He grabbed his phone from the counter, used his fingers to pry open my mouth and then pressed the head of his hard cock between my lips. He quickly took a picture and turned the phone showing me the shot of my face sprayed grotesquely with his cum, tears running down my cheeks, my hair a mess and his big cock in my mouth. I was completely defeated. "A couple final pictures for the boys," he said standing back and taking several more pictures of me sprawled out across the toilet.
I closed my eyes to avoid witnessing this nightmare as drunken spins began to consume my head. I was in shock. What had I done? How could I let this happen? Why did I just cheat with this asshole? Why did I break my promise to my husband? I was nothing but a dirty slut and whore! I began to sob uncontrollably as fear consumed my mind; how would I ever be able to face my neighbors again?
For a short time I went in and out of consciousness unable to open my eyes. In a daze I felt that asshole fondling me again. His disgusting hands on my tits, then in my pussy, and then up my ass! When I felt his cock back in my mouth I screamed to myself, "get up and stop this now!"
I rolled over bumping into someone. I opened my eyes and sat up quickly feeling angry, depressed and dirty. I looked around and saw I was in my own bed with my husband lying beside me. My head began to spin, I was going to throw up. I ran to the toilet and puked. Had it been just a dream? I puked again and wondered how I got home. Puzzled, I got up and cleaned up at the sink staring at my puffy blotched face. Did I give John a BJ last night? I looked hard but could find no clues.
Steve walked into the bathroom and put loving hands on my shoulders, "how are you feeling today?"
"Not good," I answered, "how did I get home last night?" I asked just before I spotted dry cum in my hair. My stomach began to turn.
"Baby, I've got to tell you something" he gave me a serious look in the mirror making my heart sink, "Bob found you in the upstairs bathroom passed out on the toilet." My legs went week and I held myself up by leaning against the counter imagining what terrible things he was about to say. We had met Bob and Maggie two weeks before the party they lived on the block behind us and walked by our house every day. They were a nice middle aged couple whose last kid had just moved out.
"Maggie walked in on him feeling you up while you were passed out drunk. You were pretty much naked when she walked in. They got in a big fight and everyone found out what he'd done. I almost killed the asshole when I heard what was going on but John and the others held me back. I dressed you and carried you home. I'm so sorry, baby." From behind he wrapped his arms around me and I saw his knuckles were all bloodied, "I knew you were really drunk and I shouldn't have left you alone." Tears welled up in his eyes, "I should have been there to protect you and take care of you. Please forgive me, baby." I began to shiver uncontrollably as I realized that it was worse than I had imagined. I started to cry too. We quietly cried together as Steve tenderly rubbed my back. He asked, "Are you OK?"
My head spun violently and I threw up in the sink.
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19,422 | The World of Rosie Wong Ch. 01 | jm6379 | NonConsent/Reluctance | 2014-05-21 | 2014-05-21 | 2022-01-01 14:47:42 | 1 | literotica.com | https://www.literotica.com/s/The-World-of-Rosie-Wong-Ch.-01 | A glamorous actress has something to hide. | ['Actress', 'Artifice', 'Glamor', 'Hong Kong', 'Padded Bra'] | 3.26 | Rosie really lived up to her name. Her cheeks were naturally rosy which highlighted her flawless porcelain complexion. Everywhere she went from school to church she was always considered among the prettiest girls in the joint. She owed her exotic Eurasian looks to her mixed parentage. Her father had emigrated from Hong Kong and married her mom, a French -- Canadian woman.
Rosie's looks also made her an art director and make up artist's dream. Depending on the type of make-up she could be easily made to look Caucasian or Asian. Growing up in Toronto, she appeared in a few TV commercials as a child but these stopped as she entered high school. While not stupid, Rosie was not very good in school and found her passions laid elsewhere. Her parents were unhappy of course and curtailed her modeling ambitions until she finished school. She would be thankful for her parents' actions later.
On a holiday trip back to Hong Kong when she was 18, she was spotted by a local casting agent who wanted her for a commercial. She did well enough that she was soon signed by TVB as an extra in one of their drama serials. Her exotic looks made her stand out, and soon she was getting into leading roles.
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That was 20 years ago. Now, Rosie had become one of the leading drama actresses in Hong Kong. She had won every award the territory had to offer in her industry except one -- the Golden Horse, which was the equivalent on an Oscar. She was the queen of TV and the stage. The silver screen was the final frontier.
She had appeared in a few movies including the odd Hollywood production but not as the lead.Every major film role she had been offered to date required Rosie to show something she wasn't comfortable with -- cleavage. She was even offered $10million HKD once to outright bare her famous breasts. It was naturally knocked back.
In Hong Kong, nudity was legal and generally tolerated but there was a distinct line between mainstream and porn actors. In fact, being seen naked could be detrimental to a mainstream actresses' career. Rosie shuddered as she thought of her Mainland colleague, Tang Wei. As a TVB artist, Rosie had been spared from having to bare too much skin.
Her public image was one of absolute glamour. Rosie would never let herself be photographed without make-up and heels. Her make-up was really to make herself look older, as she looked very youthful. Even at the age of 38 where many of her contemporaries had been "promoted" to "kar cheh", aunty and motherly roles Rosie was still commanding leading roles on TV.
She was only 5' tall but her 5" heels made up for her deficiency. She was fortunate to be in Hong Kong where many of the leading men were not much taller.
But her biggest selling asset to date has been -- her breasts. She was reputed to have to have the biggest breasts on TVB and had been compared many times with the retired Amy Yip. Amy was a cock tease who appeared in many Grade 3 movies in the 90s, satisfying many of her fans by showing bits of her 36DD breasts.
Rosie on the other hand, had driven her fan boys crazy by doing the exact opposite. After 20 years in the industry there weren't even have shots of her showing any cleavage. The resourceful HK journo dug up all of her childhood commercials but shouted out in angst about a "black hole" during her teenage period. Amy was secretly thankful to her parents for their actions taken back then.
Rosie had one dark secret nobody knew... her body was more Asian than Caucasian. She did not inherit her mother's heaving breasts, plump ass or even height. Without her clothes and make-up, Rosie appeared absolutely pre- pubescent. It was something Rosie was ashamed of and totally hated.
Rosie hated her small breasts and started stuffing in high school. She started with Kleenex and slowly graduated to padded bras and silicone falsies. Her enlarged breasts initially made her feel confident and sexy.
Now however, as the established queen bee of HK television, she feels her breasts have turned into a curse. They had prevented her from taking on more daring roles (dressing wise) and detracted from her formidable acting talents. She knew that most of her fans were male and were looking more at her chest than her acting. Rumours of her being a lesbian keep raging as she has never been romantically linked with any of her famous male leads. She was too scared to let any of them get too close to her.
Her fame made it difficult for her to go anywhere in HK without getting swamped. She could not even walk out of her apartment without being followed by journos, let alone go to the beach or mall. Rosie could never slum it and just "be herself" even for 1 moment. She felt like she was constantly being watched.
All these circumstances conspired to make Rosie very lonely and paranoid that her secret would be discovered. |
19,423 | A World of Words | LizisReady | NonConsent/Reluctance | 2017-09-28 | 2017-09-28 | 2022-01-01 04:05:42 | 1 | literotica.com | https://www.literotica.com/s/a-world-of-words | A lonely Librarian relaxes with some quality erotica. | ['Bdsm', 'Breeding', 'Fantasy', 'Group', 'Masturbation', 'Non-Con', 'Pet Play', 'Pirates', 'Pregnant', 'Prison'] | 4.18 | "Have a nice night!" Sally called after the last customer of the day as she closed the doors behind them and popped the lock.
Turning away from the doors she took in the now empty Library. The building was modern, built mostly because it was cheaper than removing all the asbestos from the old building. Yet they had carried over nearly everything else in the move. The shelves were made of dark, heavy wood, the same kind that the long reading tables were made of. When you took it in with the sleek modern fittings, all glass and polished metal, it gave an oddly pleasing contrast.
Sally had gotten this job mostly by blind luck. The local council had placed add looking for someone for a non specific "council" job. She had applied and through a series of interviews that went far better than she expected, found herself training to take on the running of this place. The old Librarian, a sour faced man who looked at her as if he could smell her cunt and didn't like it one bit, had trained her up before retiring.
So, for the last year, she had found herself running this place pretty much by herself. As she moved between the shelves, checking one last time for any errant readers, she thought about how odd that was. That a relative novice would be given so much responsibility was insane and on more than a few occasions she had felt like she was going insane. As PCs had crashed and people had bombarded her with esoteric questions and demands left and right whilst children rubbed chocolate covered fingers into every book they could find.
_It is all worth it in the end though,_ she thought as she came to the last row of shelves. Slipping down it she moved straight to the block of books that she had come to many times before.
Libraries, Sally had learned, sometimes acted as a kind of book dumping ground. People would donate books and sometimes whole collections would be given over in wills. Usually they would pick out anything with some value and anything that filled a hole in the collections. However when it was left in a will they would often hold onto them for a bit longer, out of respect for the dead.
That was how this collection of books had came to be here. A kindly old lady had left her sizable collection of books to the library. A act of kindness which was slightly undercut by the fact that she read and collected nothing but what could be charitably called "Romance Novels".
The kind of novels that have bronzed shirtless men on the cover who more often than not are gripping some buxom lady. All of them with titles like "Oceans of Passion" or "Burning Love". Tales of handsome strangers or virile soldiers who would come into the life of the plain but brilliant heroin. Filling her life with excitement and her "love pot" with his "throbbing passion".
At least those were the kinds of books that made up most of her collection and the previous Librarian had been too dull to ever really look closely at these books. They had been stuck on a back shelf and forgotten.
Sally on the other hand had found herself drawn to them, at first out of amusement at the ridiculous titles and covers. Then, as the stress of the job started to wear on her, out of a interest in the release they could provide. It was through these explorations that she found out the old lady had had tastes that ran far odder than just british soldiers giving Swiss milkmaids their own creamy fillings. Hidden inside of the more unassuming covers where tales of depravity she had not expected and now she pulled one of those books from the shelf.
The cover of this was one so standard Sally half suspected it was produced automatically by some machine. A bronzed and muscle bound man with a flowing mane of dark hair stood atop a mountain. His arm wrapped around the waist of a red headed woman who had started at voluptous and then decided to wear a dress two sizes two small. The title only added to the cliched look as it proudly declared that "Passion Burn Eternal".
To look at it you would expect a standard tale of maidens swept off their feet by the kind of man who never had to learn the meaning of the word no because no woman had ever said it to him. That was what Sally had expected when she had picked the book up for the first time and flicked through the cheap paper.
So you can imagine her surprise when she came to this passage, the passage the she now opened up to with practiced ease.
_"Please we have money!" Constance pleaded as she backed herself into the corner of her room as the ugly beast loomed towards her._
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The sounds of short lived fighting had stopped from outside and she knew that no help was coming. Looking down from the ugly face of the Man Beast she could tell it had no interest in money. The oversized length of it inhuman member twitched as it pointed at her, sending droplets of fluid to the floor.
_Before she could say anything else it was on her. Her night gown torn away as she was flung hard face first into the bed. A hand gripped her hair, forcing her head down into the bed. She had a scant moment of feeling the beasts member pressing at her sex before it was thrust into her._
_She was sure it would tear her in two, the size was unlike anything she had felt before. Her mind went blank for a moment as the full length was shoved into her. She could only feel sensation, not pain or pleasure but a wall of sensation as the Man Beast began to piston itself into her._
_It cared not at all for her, only chasing its own pleasure and it found it quickly. Slamming itself into her she felt a deep throbbing as her violated womb was filled with its unholy seed..._
The first time Sally had read that she had been shocked, not only at how graphic it was or the unassuming book it was in but the fact that it had been in the collection of a little old lady. She had felt sick when she read it. Yet that night, as she put her magic wand to good use, she had found herself thinking of it. As the vibrating tip of the wand had slid into her own slick sex she had pictured that Man Beasts member. Afterwards she had been sickened by herself and yet here she was, flicking through the pages.
As she read the passage her free hand began to undo her trousers, just enough to slide her fingers inside. As her fingers slipped under the thin fabric of her panties she let the book drop to the floor and reached out for another.
This one was another bland covered and titled book, seeming to offer a pirate themed adventure and it did offer that. Although the tale of it heroine, a bright eyed young lady of noble birth by the name of Catherine was far from the normal fair. As she found herself captured by a band of pirates. Sally flicked to a later chapter as her fingers slipped between her own folds.
_They had caught another merchant vessel that morning and Catherine had watched the filthy crew swarm over it like rats. Killing damn near everyone they came across as they stated their blood lust. The few survivors had been dragged out of their hiding spots in the bowels of the ship and brought aboard._
_Two young beauties, who she suspected had been the daughters of the Captain, both dressed much the same way she had been the day her ship was attacked. In dresses of fine silk and lace that flowed like water and sparkled like the night sky._
_Now those dresses lay torn on the galley floor, stomped into the filthy floor boards as the crew fought over the young women._
_Catherine watched as they were tugged back and forth, the younger of the two still trying to fight whilst the older seemed to have accepted her fate or at least she had released fighting would only hurt. From her perch on Captain Burnwaters knee she watched as the first fist flew among the crew. It had been the same every time before with all the other women and even with her._
_As the crew brawled she felt the rough hands of Burnwater slide over her swollen stomach. The swelling was the only reason she wasn't down on the floor with those two girls. She had tried to hide her swelling stomach for as long as she could, even as the crew took it in turns to ravish her nightly. She had been sure they would throw her overboard as soon as they found out but instead she had been taken to the Captain's quarters. She had been allowed to bathe, to eat a hearty meal and lay on a feather bed. Of course that bed had been shared with Burnwater and he had expected her to fulfill the duties of a wife but compared to the rest of the crew he had been a gentle lover._
_Now, as she felt the fingers of his right hand caressing her stomach as the left dipped with practised ease into her sex, she realised that she didn't care what happened to those young women._
_As the fight among the crew was settled and Burnwater began to pull her backwards to spear her on his cock, she recalled overheard conversation among the crew. Burnwater was a man who only had eyes for a woman with child. As the winner of the fight climbed atop the unlucky ladies and she felt her sex been stretched by Burnwaters member, she saw the future._
_A future where, if those girls lived long enough to become with child, she would be thrown overboard and replaced. A cycle that she didn't doubt had been repeated many a time on this ship of evil men._
_Yet she didn't care, as thrust himself home with a growl and the cries of the young woman were muffled by cocks shoved uncaringly into mouths. She knew that death would come for her sooner rather than later and so she might as well enjoy what little pleasures she had._
Sally let the book fall from her fingers, as she slipped two fingers deep into herself. The mental image of that debauched ship pulsing in her mind as she began to slide her fingers wetly in and out of her sex.
She was so close to the edge now, a small pool of her own arousal forming on the hardwood flooring beneath her. She needed something to finish herself off and she knew just what would do it.
Reaching with shaky hands she pulled the final book from the shelf, a thin volume with the slightly worrying title The Lords Hound.
_The collar around Constance's neck itched slightly in the dry autumn air. Although that mild discomfort was far from her main concern right now. She found all her focus was taken up by the feeling of that same cold, dry air on her naked body as she crawled along the woodland path._
_She could hear Lord Arbroath walking a few paces behind her, the leash hanging loosely in his hand, ready to yank on if she got out of line. Not that she would be able to run off, it would be hard enough to explain her nudity let alone the small metal butt plug._
_All she could do was rue the day she had tried to walk away with a few silver spoons._
_"I begged father for a dog when I was a boy," the Lord said conversationally. "But father refused me every time. Told me that they were filthy beasts."_
_His tone did not change as Constance felt the collar being gently tugged on, she came to a stop, glad of the rest as he hunkered down beside her._
_"Of course he should have added that they are dishonest beasts." He went on, his gloved hand running slowly down her bare back, sending shivers down her spine in spite of herself. "You can bring them into your home and they will still steal from you."_
_At that he gave her ass a hard slap, the sound ringing out in the chill morning air along with her own whimper of pain and pleasure. Before his hand returned to caress her once again, his fingers tracing over the plug as he spoke._
_"Of course dog can be trained," he said, tugging at the plug as if to drive the point home. "And if you care for them just right they can provide you a bountiful litter."_
_As he said that Constance felt his gloved fingers trace over her sex. In the two months since this had all began he had left her maidenhead intact. Yet now she felt his thick fingers spreading her lips, teasing her sex in a way unlike anything before._
_Before she really had a chance to think about his words he was on her. His free hand working his member free from the confines of his clothing. The hand still holding the leash pulled it tight, forcing her to rear up on her knees as he moved around behind her._
_She braced herself for the sensation of the plug being pulled from her, a toy he had ordered her to keep in so she would always be ready. Yet that moment did not come, instead she felt the steely length of his cock slide between her cheeks to press at her virgin sex._
_"Please, sir!" She begged as his intentions became clear but her plea was cut short._
_"Please what?" He growled in her ear, his voice like rolling thunder. "Did you really think I would not expect repayment in full?"_
_As he spoke she felt his girth stretching her. She had nearly gotten used to the use of her ass, had even come to enjoy although she would never admit that even to herself. Yet she knew that she could not refuse him, he had given her more than she had served after the theft had been discovered and yet..._
_"I..." she tried to say something but the words were choked off in her throat as she felt him thrust forward into her. The weight of his body pushing her down flat onto her stomach. The earthy scent of the leaf litter filled her nose as she felt her maidenhead, so carefully preserved, torn asunder by his pulsing length._
_His breath was hot in her ear. The weight and warmth of his body combining with the surroundings to make this feel truly animal. For the first time since this had all began she felt like a dog. A bitch being breed with all the vigour in the world._
_She grasped fistfulls of leaves and soil as he began to thrust into her. Short and sharp movements that sent shockwaves of sensation through her body and drove whimpers and moans of pleasure from her lips. Sounds that only seemed to drive his own lust higher as he panted in her ear and drove his thick member easily into her dripping sex._
_In that moment someone could have walked right up to them and they would not have noticed. So lost in the animal pleasure where they. The sounds of moans and slapping flesh filling the air as the Lord rushed towards his own orgasm._
_When it finally came he nearly howled. His cock pulsing deep inside her, filling her virgin womb with his virile seed, forever marking her as his. The forcefulness of the mating and the sensation of him pulsing deep inside her was enough to push poor Constance over the edge as well. Her body shaking like a leaf under him as her mind was filled with a certainty that she was now carrying this mans child._
Sally, the book falling through her fingers, collapsed to the floor of the library. Her own orgasm finally washing over her, and seemingly unending flood of sensation that made the world fade away.
When she finally came back to herself it took her a moment to recall where she was. She looked around at the erotica scattered around her with the usual post orgasm sense of shame. She knew that tales like these, of women taken by men and treated as nothing more than objects of pleasure. She knew that she should hate them, that they stood for everything wrong with the world is so many ways.
Yet as she cleaned herself up and placed them back on the shelf she couldn't help but reflect that it was that very thing that made them so appealing to her. The feeling of transgression adding that extra edge to the experience that made the thrill all the more intense.
As she placed the last book on the shelf she recalled that one of the higher ups was planning on getting rid of these books. With the usual tired moral excuses as always and as she walked on slightly shaky legs to collect her things, she made sure to make a note that she would need to make her defence of them staying known.
After all, book are the gateway to the worlds of your dreams. |
19,424 | World Turned Upside Down Ch. 01 | SubWifeSlave | NonConsent/Reluctance | 2013-04-15 | 2013-04-15 | 2022-01-01 15:45:08 | 1 | literotica.com | https://www.literotica.com/s/world-turned-upside-down-ch-01 | What would you do to keep your loved ones safe? | ['Beaten', 'Forced Sex', 'Humiliated', 'Kidnapped', 'Whipped'] | 3.6 | The house was quiet. Watching the latest news broadcast she turned off the tv in disgust. What was this country coming to? Martial Law and people going nuts? Groups of men abducting women, whole families murdered, children going missing, shootings, rapes? The list just seemed to go on. Her husband kept telling her to just shut off the tv and quit watching. Yet she couldn't help but watch.
Glancing out the window she wished he would hurry up and come home. He was supposed to only be going out for gas and smokes but every minute seemed like an hour. It was definitely a drawback to living in the country. Walking by the table she glanced at the gun he had left with her and shook her head. When had things gotten so bad that you had to carry a gun on you in your own home.
Heading upstairs to take a bath she left it laying there. The house was locked up tight and it wasn't like she could have it in the tub. Turning on the water she undressed and then sank into the hot water. A good hot soak and then a night alone just the two of them. No tv, no computers, just the two of them catching up on some much needed loving.
She heard a vehicle coming up the gravel drive and quickly finished up and got out of the tub. Grabbing for the towel she dried off and all but threw her clothes on. Checking her reflection in the mirror she smiled. A sweater and jeans for now, but later it would be nothing.
Hearing the back door open, she made her way down the stairs still smiling. Entering the kitchen she came face to face with three men dressed in black. Shock rooted her to the floor. She couldn't move. For a moment they stayed still and then they all seemed to move as one. She took off for the gun and they came after her. She grabbed the gun at the same moment an arm came around her waist and a hand painfully captured hers. With a gasp she dropped the gun. Taking a breath she balled up her free hand and swung for the face of the man holding her knocking him back and breaking the hold he had on her.
She ran for the front door but was tackled before she made it. Her breath was knocked from her but it didn't stop her from fighting back. A blow to the side of her head stunned her enough that she stilled. A second set of hands brought her to her feet. Her hands were released and as soon as they were she clawed for the eyes of the man in front of her. Her nails raked his face as she was lifted off her feet. In the next moment she was thrown through her living room window while the man laughed.
Landing in her yard she couldn't breathe, couldn't move. Pain lanced through her body as she fought to keep her eyes open. She had to move and she knew it but her body wouldn't cooperate. Then she heard the most wonderful sound that she could have heard in that moment; her husband yelling her name. Rolling to her stomach she made it onto her knees as he reached her. Pulling her onto her feet, his arms encircled her like bands of steel and she knew she was safe. Whatever was going on didn't matter because she was safe. He had never let her come to harm and she knew he wouldn't start now.
Lifting her into his arms he started for the vehicle but after only a few steps came to a dead halt. The sound of guns being chambered seemed to echo all around them. Slowly he set her on her feet but kept one arm wrapped around her as the other deliberately reached back for the gun he kept in the waistband of his jeans.
"Do it and it will be the last thing you do," one of the men warned.
His hand stilled and then came back around her even tighter than before. "You're not going anywhere," he whispered in her ear as he stared the men down. "This is my wife and you are not taking her." His voice was like ice. The intensity of it made her feel secure but scared her at the same time. She'd never heard him speak like that before.
"Either she comes with us or we kill you both."
"You can try." There was no give in his words. It was a simple truth and she knew that he meant it.
"You really think so? If you let her go you can leave here alive, maybe spend time with your mother and sister?." His words made her feel cold, more so than the air around them. His next words had her clutching even tighter to her husband as she looked into his face. "I would hate for your actions here to cause them harm or maybe her family instead. Don't be stupid."
"No," she breathed as fear once again engulfed her. Suddenly the reports of entire families being murdered came back to her. Were people really choosing to allow their families to be murdered rather than give in?
Tears blinded her as she released him. "No," he growled at her but she shook her head.
"I can't let them die for me," she whispered. She tried to step back from him but he jerked her even closer.
"You are not going anywhere. I won't let this happen," but his words were less forceful and she knew he understood.
"It's me or them." Her hands shaking she held his face. "I love you. I've always loved you and you alone and that won't change, but I won't let our family die in my place. I wouldn't be able to live with the guilt. Explain that to them for..." He silenced her with a kiss. The urgency behind it momentarily overcame everything else happening and she let herself be lost in it. This was her man and he loved her as much as she loved him.
A throat cleared behind her ending the kiss and causing the fear to envelope her again. She tried to smile through the tears coursing down her cheeks as she looked at him. She never wanted to forget anything about him.
He finally released her and raised his hands to her face. Wiping away the tears falling he lightly kissed her lips again. "I will find you," he whispered as tears pooled in his eyes. That alone scared her more than what faced her. He never cried. "I will not stop till I find you. I swear it." She nodded unable to speak, knowing it would betray her. "I love you."
"Enough." Hands roughly grabbed her pulling her from his grasp. He started forward and was tackled by the other two men.
"Don't hurt him," she screamed watching him fight against the men pinning him to the ground. She started to struggle against the man holding her. She was forced to her knees and felt a sharp pain against the back of her head. The last thing she saw before the darkness claimed her was him reaching forward to her.
*****
She came to on a dirt floor. She kept still trying to access her situation. She was blindfolded and could hear a strong wind blowing outside. Thankfully she was still wearing her bra and panties but the cold air on her skin told her that it was all.
"Awake I see." She didn't think that she had betrayed her alertness but suddenly she was pulled to her feet and forced forward a few steps. "Sit and don't move," the voice ordered. She did as she was told trying to be still on what felt like a small wooden stool. What little light she could determine through the blindfold suddenly disappeared and a door closed nearby. Tremors suddenly took over her body, from the fear or the cold she didn't know.
It could have been minutes or hours later when she heard the door open again and at least two men enter. Through the blindfold she could tell that lights were turned on. She sensed that the men were near to her but couldn't tell exactly where. "Not bad. A little heavy but nicely endowed."
Suddenly hands grasped her breasts causing her to jerk back and fall from the stool. Violently she was seized and forced back onto the stool. "Let's try that again shall we?" Again hands grabbed her breasts, harder this time.
She tried to keep herself still but couldn't control the urge to get away from the hands on her. The hands holding her in place kept her from falling off the stool as she tried to move away from unfamiliar touch. Her breasts were released and for a moment relief flooded through her. The hands holding her in place left her and in the same moment she was struck across her face. The blow knocked her from the stool and she landed hard on the floor. Stunned she didn't move, waiting for another blow that didn't come.
"Put her in the other area for a few days. She'll learn." A strong hand grabbed her face and forced it up. Her blindfold was removed but being deprived of light for so long her eyes took a moment to adjust. The man holding her had a pleasant face but his eyes held a look of cruelty that she hadn't seen before. "You will have no food and no clothes. You will receive water a few times a day and that is all. In a days' time we try this again and see how you do." Releasing her he left the room.
The other man pulled her to her feet and drug her to another area of what she could now tell looked to be a barn. Pushing her into what she could only describe a stall he locked the door behind her. The two side walls of the stall were made of bars which the cold wind blew through mercilessly while the front and back were solid doors locked tight. A thin blanket lay on a pile of straw which she hurriedly grabbed and wrapped around her. It didn't do much but it was better than nothing.
She couldn't see or hear anyone which worried her greatly. There was no way for her to find out why this was happening. Why was she here? She was a nobody in the bigger picture. She was a stay at home wife. She wasn't ugly but she wasn't beautiful either. Was her husband and family safe? Did they let him go as they said they would? Would they tell her the truth if she asked? Did she truly want to know the truth if they had harmed them?
The questions slipped through her mind without pause. She sat down against the far door and hugged her knees to her. Maybe if she could make herself as small as possible she could find some semblance of warmth. Arranging the blanket to cover as much of her as possible she laid her head on her knees and cried herself back to sleep.
A particularly strong gust of wind brought her back to reality. It was dark outside but she couldn't tell what time it might have been. How long had it been before she'd come to the first time? Would she receive an answer if she asked? Probably not. Recalling the exchange from before she realized she was being treated like an object not a person.
"Ready to cooperate yet," a man asked pulling her from her thoughts.
"I'm trying," she got out through chattering teeth.
The man only laughed and unlocked the cell. "Lucky for you the temperature dropped more than we expected. Get up." She did as ordered. The blanket was taken from her and then she was pulled from the cell. She was taken back to the room from before. Compared to what she had experienced for the past hours the room was warm. "Sit."
Doing as she was told she held her tears at bay. Again she was blindfolded, why she didn't know. She was determined to pretend the hands were those of her husband. She could do this. She was strong. All she could do was keep repeating the words in her head. Her mantra stalled as she heard the door open again.
"Let's see how you do know," the same man as before stated.
She clenched her teeth and imagined that it was her husband before her. She held her body as still as possible as the hands touched her. She felt as if she couldn't breathe but it helped her to stay still.
"Good. Now bare." She felt her bra being undone and then slipped off her. Fighting back tears she held still as the hands moved from her breasts to her abdomen. It seemed to last forever and she forced herself to take slow breaths. After only a few minutes it was over, she thought.
"Move her." She was pulled to her feet and pushed forward until she felt a table at her waist. She stood still waiting for instruction but none came. Instead she felt hands stroking her back. Stamping down her instinct to fight her body tensed to a point that the man laughed. "She wants to fight. I can feel it coursing through her even now. Shall we see just how much she can quell the urge?" She felt his breath on the back of her neck and then his hand caressed the nape of her neck.
Without warning he shoved her down onto and held her there by her neck. His other hand moved over her ass and she started to shake. She had kept herself from dwelling on what her subconscious knew was probably going to happen. The hand left her and she heard a zipper and she lost her control. Struggling against the hold on her neck she tried to rise and at the same time she kicked out at the man.
Her neck was released but her wrists were captured and slammed down on the table. Still she kicked back finally making contact with the man behind her. A string of curses followed the contact giving her a small dose of satisfaction. He grabbed her hair, pulling her head back so far it felt as if it was going to separate from her body.
"You truly think you can fight against us you Bitch?" Her head was slammed down on the table effectively ending her struggle. Stars flashed before her eyes, ringing filled her ears, and the taste of blood saturated her mouth. With her mind trying to process the pain now consuming her head, she was distracted from the events that caused it.
All she wanted was to clutch her head but when she tried she found her hands held more tightly against the table. Before her mind could catch back up to her current situation her head was jerked back up by the hand still entwined in her hair and the man slammed his dick into her causing her to scream. Wildly she tried to fight though in reality she was stretched and held down too tightly to move. That didn't stop her from trying as again and again he moved out of her only to slam back into her harder and harder. She screamed as loud as she could, praying someone would hear.
It felt like an eternity had passed before it was over. Sobs racked her body stealing her breath and her strength. Her hands and hair were released and what little relief she allowed herself flooded through her until her hands were again gripped, pulling her farther up on the table stretching her body even more.
A second set of hands gripped her waist and in that moment she realized the men had swapped places. "My turn," growled the second man giving her the only warning she would receive before entering her.
There were no screams this time as her raw throat wouldn't form the sound. There was no fight left in her, she only prayed for it to be over quickly. She had not expected this brutality. She had feared rape but had not taken the thought further than that. She had never truly considered this happening to her. Sure she heard about it happening to others on the TV but not to someone like her who had only been with a single partner her whole life.
When it was over she was released and thrown to the ground. "It could have been a lot gentler but you had to fight. The more you fight the worse it will be," the man sneered.
"I will never stop fighting," she whispered because it was all she could manage. |
19,425 | World War | goldcloak | NonConsent/Reluctance | 2017-08-04 | 2017-08-04 | 2022-01-01 15:45:08 | 1 | literotica.com | https://www.literotica.com/s/world-war | Women in the war. | ['Militart', 'Mutant', 'Non-Con', 'Noncon', 'Sniper', 'Uniform', 'War'] | 3.17 | It's now 2025 and humanity has not changed since the last war. Fighting for the humanity felt like I was fighting uphill. We were untied against one common enemy which was an inhuman population of mutants who had enhanced abilities. Some of these people were strong, changed shape, controlled an element and even move objects with their minds.
I was a sniper which was I guess very different from working in an office. I was stationed over seas from the UK but I guess we were all under one banner. I was given a men's uniform which was not ideal. I was given a black shirt which was a little tight around my breasts being a male shirt. I was also given a black jacket with my snipers patch on my sleeve and black combats which I must admit gave me a great looking ass.
***
I noticed one mutant poking up a little from a window. I clicked, and he fell. I knew nothing about him, but I killed him.
It's very hard to sit alone from sunup to sundown; your eyes get tired, watery, your hands lose their feeling, your whole body goes numb with tension. It's especially hard in spring. The snow melts under you; you spend the whole day in water. You float in it; sometimes you freeze to the ground. I started out at daybreak and came back from the front line when it got dark. For 12 hours or more we lay in the snow or climbed to the top of a tree and just waited.
I was at a church tower that was once Germany's capital. I had a perfect 360 view and with my silencer on I could pick apart the mutants from one of their strongholds.
I had picked off 12 mutants but it had been a few hours since I had seen one now. I had got a few near shots but I can only assume it was a speedster or something.
I felt a cold metal object press against my head. I heard a click of a loaded gun and a gloved arm reach for my gun. I gave no resistance at all and handed it over.
I felt the same arm pat me down on my waist and then up the front of my jacket. He stopped at my chest.
"A woman?"
His hand went behind my jacket and groped at my breasts through my shirt. I saw his hand leave them and then moments later I felt cold metal on my wrists as a pair of handcuffs restrained them behind my back.
He spun me around, He was tall and muscular. He had a cloth mask covering from his eyes down. I could see he had dark hair with a few streaks of grey. He holstered his gun on his hip and proceeded to undo my shirt just enough to reveal my breasts clad in a plain black bra. He then undid my pants and pulled them down with my underwear together and over my boots.
I hadn't seen action other than my own fingers in years now. My nipples were betraying me by poking hard through my bra and I could feel the cold air against my lips. He pulled out his huge cock and gestured for me to get on my knees.
I lean forward and take his penis completely in my mouth. It was so firm but so soft.
I embrace him until I feel, after five or six minutes, the twitch in his balls. He was close and I felt so horny for him. I sucked him harder with my tongue dancing on his tip waiting for his cum.
He pulled out and started beating his meat over my breasts. They were C cups but my bra was a little small so they really bulged out. He emptied his balls over my chest. My breasts covered in his huge amount of cum. I was stunned. I couldn't move.
"I am not cruel. I will leave you with your dignity"
He buttoned my shirt up and squeezed my cum covered tits which felt wet. He then moved beyond human speed and took the bullets from my rifle and emptied my hand gun but slowed down to show me he left one bullet in the mag.
My shirt was soaking the cum making it cling to my breasts. He left me one bullet to get home and in a flash my mutant rapist was gone. |
19,426 | World's Biggest | edrider73 | NonConsent/Reluctance | 2014-05-03 | 2014-05-03 | 2022-01-01 15:45:09 | 1 | literotica.com | https://www.literotica.com/s/worlds-biggest | To revenge his humiliation of them, they took him literally. | ['Anal', 'Exhibitionism', 'Femdom', 'First Time', 'Humiliation', 'Oral', 'Reluctance', 'Revenge', 'Submission', 'Voyeur'] | 3.51 | _Many thanks to jellybelly2 for first editing and improving this story and to author/editor[shygirlwhore](https://www.literotica.com/stories/memberpage.php?uid=1764663&page=submissions) for finding some remaining problems and helping me fix them._
*
"Alex, you are such an asshole."
"Really Kelly? What kind of an asshole?"
"A big asshole."
"How big?"
"Alex, you are the world's biggest asshole."
Alex's laugh was huge, and the four women sitting with him in the hotel bar were laughing almost as heartily.
The description he had just heard was familiar to all of them. It was taken from the punch line to the story he had just finished -- about what he had done to Kelly in college a few years ago.
Alex was a trickster. He knew he was good looking, and whenever he met a girl he wanted, he was charming and sensitive. It was not until months later, after many twists and turns, that they realized his biggest turn-on was humiliating them.
His pleasure seemed to be almost orgasmic when they finally figured out what he was up to and ended the relationship in a fit of screaming. The exchange with Kelly was particularly colorful, and he delighted in it so much that he often related it word for word, including the line that had just made them laugh.
After they broke up, nearly a dozen other girls had told Kelly they had heard it from him. She was sure that every man on campus had also heard it.
All four of the women with him at the bar had been among his victims at school, and when he spotted them in the hotel lobby, he rushed over, greeted them effusively and waited for the abuse to start.
He was surprised when they didn't lash out at him. They acted friendly, and one even hugged him and kissed him on the cheek. They suggested getting together and talking about old times in the bar after dinner.
He didn't hesitate. They all still looked hot. He'd never get any of them to his room, but it would be fun to remind them of some of the things they had done in the past. Maybe he could get at least one of them to start crying in the bar.
He was surprised at how good-natured they were. They even brought up a few of the worst stories before he could. Hearing them put him in a good mood, and he was even happier when they insisted on picking up the tab.
He ordered a bigger, stronger drink than he usually did and didn't notice that as soon as his glass was half-empty, the girls had the bartender fill it up. He thought he was nursing one drink though he had swallowed the equivalent of a half-dozen.
He was getting sleepy and decided it was time to get to bed, but when he tried to get up, he slipped to the floor. His arms and legs didn't seem to engage.
"Here's his room key," said Missy, feeling in his pocket.
Alex tried to say something, but he couldn't seem to move his mouth.
"He's heavy," said Kelly, as she and Missy draped him over their shoulders. They managed to get him out of the bar and into the lobby.
"Where's Roy?" asked Kelly.
"I'm right here," said the large, muscular man walking up to them. "Is this Alex?"
"You got here just in time, Roy. Can you take over with him and follow us?"
"Sure thing."
Roy was six feet five and buff. He lifted Alex with no trouble and carried him quickly behind the four women. Inside Alex's room, he deposited Alex on top of the bed.
Alex was lying on his back making unintelligible sounds. He could hear everything being said as he watched them undressing him, but he wasn't able to do more than mumble and could barely move his arms and legs.
"Don't worry, Alex," said Missy as they worked on him. "I put a few drops of a strong muscle relaxant into your drink just before you finished it, but in a few minutes, you'll be back to normal."
"You've probably guessed by now that our meeting here wasn't by accident. The four of us have kept in touch since college. When we'd meet, we found that a lot of the time we were talking about you.
"About a year ago, Kelly got angry and told us we were pitiful. We all had great families and wonderful husbands, so why were we obsessed with how you humiliated us? We needed to find a way to move on.
"We agreed with her and began talking about how we could get closure. We worked out a plan. The first part of it was finding you, keeping track of where you were and picking a good time and place. Tonight's the time and this room is the place.
"The other girls are setting up the lighting and putting some cameras on tripods. It's great that you have this large suite and huge bedroom, because it gives us lots of room. We're turning it into a video studio. The leading actor in our production is you, and the working title is 'The World's Biggest Asshole.'
"The first scene is with you and Roy. Roy was the one who carried you here. He's a former football player and a gay porn star. He's going to do some of the things to you that you did to us.
"The video will be like one of those gross-out comedies -- but a lot grosser. It starts with a funny chase sequence. As soon as the relaxant wears off and we see that you are totally alert, Roy is going to chase you around the room as you try to escape him.
"You're in good shape for your age and you'll be powered by the adrenalin of fear, so the chase should be fun to watch.
"When Roy catches you, he'll impale you. Wait until you see him. He's almost a foot long before he's even hard, and he's so thick that none of our hands could get all the way around his cock."
As Missy spoke the others finished stripping Alex, but they continued working on him. One of them covered her fingers with lubricant and stuck them in his ass. After she greased him, another one slowly pushed a tube deep inside and then lifted a bag of prep fluid. When he was full, Alex was still groggy, but his body began twisting until the women led him to the bathroom.
After he finished, they cleaned him up and then filled him up once more, this time with greasy lube. They put so much into him that his stomach bulged. He looked at it, and Missy spoke again.
"That's because we don't want Roy to tear you with his huge thing. Now where was I? Oh yes. After Roy catches you, he's going to demonstrate all the positions he uses in his films.
"Some of them are really wild. We can't believe his partners can endure what he does to them. The one that looks the most painful is called the piledriver, where he puts your legs over his shoulders and pushes you back until your ass is off the bed.
"He slams into your asshole so hard that it bumps you into the bedsprings. The springs bounce you back at him and the next impact is even harder. Once he gets the right tempo going, your whole body will be moving so fast that we won't see it clearly. But we're shooting everything in high-definition slow- motion, so we can enjoy it later.
"He said that there will be times when you're coming up and he's coming down that will drive him so deep into you that you might faint, but we've got some smelling salts handy. Other times, you'll be going down so fast while he's going up that his thing will rip out of you and you'll feel like you're being pulled inside out.
"Sometimes Roy will present you his cock to suck when he pulls it out of your ass. You'll also get to eat out his asshole.
"There will be tender moments, too, where you kiss and caress his cock and balls. It will look like you are enjoying what he's doing to you. Anyone watching the video will be sure you're Roy's bottom.
"You'll have to be to be a good actor, because Roy can hold out for a long time and we won't give Roy the signal to come until you're affectionate enough to convince us.
"The best proof of your hots for Roy will be when you come while he's gaping you. You'll be on his lap facing us with your feet on his thighs and him thrusting into you as hard as he can from below. He'll stop every once in a while and yank you back with his hands so his cock rips out of you and opens a big hole for the cameras.
"While he's doing this, you'll be whacking off as fast as you can because he won't stop gaping you until you come. We have a little suction machine that will help to get you hard, but then it's up to your hands. In the video, it will look like you're getting off on the gaping.
"Once you come, Roy gets his turn. We've planned this in detail. You'll be on your back, and two of us will be holding your ankles and pulling your feet back over your head until your ravaged asshole will be right above your face. You'll get to see Roy slam into it until he comes.
"Roy shoots a ton of come. He'll start coming inside your ass and then pull out and hose your face. He'll blast into your nose so you have to open your mouth to breath and then he'll spurt so much into your mouth that you'll have to swallow quickly to keep from drowning in come.
"When Roy is finished, we're going to clean the rest of his come from your ass. This little rubber ball with the tapered snout is a bulb syringe, and we're going to squirt air into your asshole until you can't hold it in anymore.
"We'll push your mouth against your asshole and your nose into your crack until it's sealed. You won't be able to breath unless you open your mouth wide enough that you can breathe around your asshole.
"When you start farting, the come inside you will shoot into your mouth. You'll probably try to hold back as long as you can, which will make the first explosion even more powerful. Once you start, you won't be able to stop. We'll enjoy watching your ass feed you all the come Roy put inside you."
Alex was now almost fully alert, and his face was pale. He tried to move, but three of the girls got on the couch with him and held him tightly as Missy continued to speak.
"You're starting to get your voice back. Do you feel like yelling and screaming? Good. We'll enjoy that. Someone, bring one of the balloons over here. Now untie it like I showed you and stick the end in Alex's mouth. Perfect.
"Did you feel the balloon's air going into your lungs, Alex? Now say something. Do you hear your voice? It's tiny and funny, like Donald Duck. You can scream as loud as you want, and it will sound like you're a flaming gay queen. We'll keep feeding you helium so it will make those tender moments with Roy sound really funny.
"After Roy loosens up the world's biggest asshole, he'll need a helping hand, so we'll pitch in. Once you've finished your meal from your ass, we'll fill it with lube again and give you an anal massage with our magic fingers.
"Whoever wants to go first will start poking fingers into you, slowly, one after another. She'll fuck you with three and four fingers and then push her whole hand into you.
"The rest of us will enjoy watching you react. To make it more interesting, we'll use the suction machine to make you hard and one of us will give you a hand job at the same time as the other one fists you. That should get us even better facial expressions for the video.
"Once one hand is inside you, it will turn and twist in there a bit and then relax as the first finger from the second hand squeezes in next to it. Again, it will be one finger after another, until both hands are buried inside your asshole. None of us has big hands, so it shouldn't be too difficult.
"The two hands will have a little workout inside you, and then they will be slowly pulled wide to open up a gap between them. You guessed it. Some fingers from a third hand will start moving into the gap. Eventually, there will be three hands making love to your asshole, and then... I don't know if we can manage it, but our goal is four hands.
"When all the hands come out, the world's biggest asshole will should look big and floppy. We'll dump a bunch more lube inside it for our grand finale: the pigskin classic.
"We've got a deflated kid's football to push into you. It will be connected to a hand pump, and we'll take turns pumping slowly and watch how you deal with it. Maybe we'll whack you off again at the same time.
"When the ball is getting firm, we'll pull it out until it gets stuck at the widest part. Then we'll keep on pumping. I'm sure we won't be able to blow it up it all the way, but we'll see how close we can get.
"Then we'll get you up and put you into various positions to get some good angles of you as the center of our team, presenting the football to our quarterback.
"One of us will put on her jersey with a famous pro quarterback's name on the back. After we get some nice photos and video, she will bend over and take the snap by pulling the ball slowly out of you with the cameras rolling. When it comes loose, we expect to see a gape as big as the Grand Canyon, and we think you will finally have no challengers as the biggest asshole in the world.
"We're making two videos of tonight's session. First there will be the one with Roy for a gay porn site. The one with the magic fingers and the football is more universal. We've seen some strange stuff on the Internet but nothing like that. Once we sell it to one of those funny porn sites, it's going to go viral, and everybody in the world is going to copy it and send it to everybody else.
"We'll use editing and some digital fuzzing so you won't be able to recognize Roy or us. Our voices will be disguised, and the background will be dropped out, so the hotel room won't be recognizable.
"The video will be useless in a court of law. But your face is going to be famous. Wherever you go -- restaurant, bar, airport, hotel, ball game -- people will recognize the football guy. You are going to be one of the most famous people in the world.
"A lot of women who see the video will be eager to meet you. Some of them are sure to be really hot, and you'll have your pick. They and their girlfriends will be dying to party with you in their homes or a hotel room.
"They might be happy to do some of the degrading things you did with us in return for the magic fingers and the football. That way you'll all have a good time.
"Of course, you might not want to feel like you do tonight ever again. In that case, you need to be careful. Some wealthy and powerful women don't like to take no for an answer. As you found out tonight, there are ways for them to get what they want even if you don't cooperate.
"The most dangerous ones are the ones who are female versions of you. Just like us, you'll won't have a clue what's going on until it's too late for you to escape and she can do the things to you she sees on your videos. If she's that good, she'll probably want to go even further -- just to show she can.
"We would love for you to enjoy such an exciting adventure, so we're all going to talk up your video and keep our eyes and ears open. If we find someone who's excited about the challenge, and we think she's got the skills and determination to deceive you, trap you and degrade you, we'll coach her and help her find you. She'll pay us back with some new videos to watch.
"After we've packed up our equipment, we're going back to the bar to talk about the fun we had tonight and the fun we'll have when we see you on the Internet. If you feel like joining us, come on down. The drinks are on us."
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19,427 | The Worm Turns | miss_D_mena | NonConsent/Reluctance | 2021-06-03 | 2021-06-03 | 2022-01-01 14:47:43 | 1 | literotica.com | https://www.literotica.com/s/the-worm-turns-1 | Could I escape the pain & pleasure of a dominatrix stepmom? | ['Discipline', 'Incest', 'Non-Con', 'Reluctance', 'Revenge', 'Step-Sister'] | 4.56 | _Editor's note: this story contains scenes of incest or incest content._
_All Characters are over the age of 18_
I was strapped to the punishment table because I had been disobedient. In reality, it was an old massage bed that had been adapted and modified recently and I was there because once again I had raised my voice and tried to assert my opinion, something that was not allowed. I should have known better; this wasn't the first time I have been punished for overstepping the mark.
With my face nestling in the hole at one end, my view was limited to beneath the bed which presently was dark because of the material that ran all around its edge and reached the floor. I couldn't raise my head because of the strap which held it in position, nor could I move my arms because my wrists were attached by restraints to the legs of the bed.
My feet overhung the other end and again these were secured with leather straps that immobilised my legs. To complete my confinement, a long leather belt and buckle secured my waist and buttocks, keeping me motionless as I awaited my punishment. The adaptation that I mentioned was a hole cut in the tabletop, exactly where my groin rested and through which, in my naked state, my limp penis and scrotum presently dangled.
Someone entered the room, coming to stand by the table, I watched fearfully underneath as the material on one side was drawn back like a set of curtains, but only enough to allow a hand and arm to be inserted as a solitary finger softly stroked the head of my cock. I had no defence against that digit as immediately I felt a familiar sensation in my groin and watched as my shaft began to thicken and expand.
When the hand had achieved its objective of bringing me to a full erection, a clamp was attached to my genitals which would stop me from trying to withdraw them and also to help keep my erection from diminishing. I watched the hand withdraw, returning moments later covered in lotion as it massaged the oil into my shaft and sack, long slow strokes followed as it ran from my bollocks up the length of my cock and finished as it massaged my knob.
Gritting my teeth, I attempted to stop the groans of pleasure threatening to sneak out as the hand wanked my shaft slowly and teasingly, causing it to jerk repeatedly as my arousal grew. The sensations had got heady, and a moan had left my lips as the fingers slid around my glans and stroked my knob. I knew what came next, bracing myself as the leather paddle came down with force on my buttocks with a stinging slap.
I couldn't stop myself yelping in pain, my body trying to move, but I was restrained by all the straps and my cock clamped beneath the tabletop. Again, and again, the paddle landed, my buttocks smarting from the blows and my shaft starting to lose its stiffness as pain masked the pleasure. Clamping my lips together, I suffered two more blows before they stopped now that I was silent again.
The stroking resumed and my erection returned, my cock and balls throbbing now because the hand was relentless, sliding up and down my cock as it jerked me off, constantly rubbing at that sensitive area under the rim of my helmet as my climax drew ever closer.
I knew what was going to happen, it happened each time, the overriding sensations filling my sack and shaft forcing me to cry out loud, my cock shuddering in the hand as I watched spurt after spurt of my semen erupt from its tip, the hand jerking my flesh rapidly, as the paddle came down angrily on my buttocks time and time again, each slap of it leathery surface eliciting another spurt of cum from my cock and the hand never wavering as it extracted every drop of fluid that my sack could expel.
When it was over, the clamp was deftly removed, the straps undone, and then the room was silent as I was left alone to recover, my cock now flaccid after my huge ejaculation and my buttocks sore and stinging from the repeated blows of the paddle.
At last, I moved, gingerly easing myself from the table until my feet touched the floor, and I was able to stand. There was some soothing balm on the small table to one side and I squeezed some into my hand and looking in the wall mirror, spreading it across my rosy, red buttocks.
Dressed and back downstairs, I apologised to my stepmother and stepsister, asking their forgiveness and thanking them for my punishment.
My stepmother has always been strict, the opposite of my mother who had been tender and caring, but she had passed away when I was eight and a year later my father had moved Stella and her daughter Leah into our house. He was a salesman, forever out on the road during the week and I suppose an eight-year- old kid cramped his style. We had no relatives who lived near us, so for twelve months after my mother's death, I was passed from pillar to post, left with whoever would take me while he was away.
When he was around at the weekends, Stella and Leah were as nice as pie, but the moment he was gone for the week, my life became a misery. Stella loved to punish me for the most insignificant misdemeanour and so I would find myself mostly confined to my room.
I tried to tell him, but he was not interested, telling me that I must have deserved it and so eventually I just gave in and learned to accept that I must have done wrong.
Leah was definitely her mother's daughter, she was a sneaky, obnoxious, lying bitch who would do and say anything that would get me into trouble. She was four years older than me when they moved in and her idea of fun was to humiliate me at any opportunity.
As I got older, I became stubborn, and so Stella's punishments escalated proportionately. I had no friends because no one was allowed to visit our house unless permission was obtained from her first, something that was never given. Going through phrases of being boisterous, by my early teen's I would back-chat or defy her, but slowly it was expunged from my character, Stella always finding reasons each day to punish me until I became subdued and subservient.
When I turned eighteen, she upped the ante again, her favourite ploy being one of humiliation. It would be a couple of weeks after my birthday and as usual, I had done something to annoy her. Her punishment on this occasion was to have me drop my trousers and stand in the corner of the room with my flaccid cock hanging down and waiting for whatever came next. When a sufficient amount of time had passed, she called me over to her and I had to lay across her knee's while she spanked me. At eighteen I should have been indignant, but I just didn't know how to fight back and so readily accepted it.
It was during that punishment about six months later, that I had committed the cardinal sin.
Stella worked at a salon during the day as a therapist and masseur, which was probably where the punishment table came from, dealing with her mainly female customers. But each evening when my father was away, she would entertain her private customers, the majority of which were men. I had said something to one of them which Stella did not like and so once they had gone, I was back to my normal position of standing in a corner with my pants and undies around my ankles while Leah sniggered at me as I awaited my punishment.
As she uncrossed her legs, I got a quick view up Stella's skirt, noting that she was wearing stockings. Despite my dislike of her, the sight of her nylon clad legs caused a rush of blood to my cock, not enough for an erection, but enough to make it thicken. She did not need to speak as she beckoned me over, I knew the routine by now as I waddled across to her and leant across her knees. Unfortunately, somehow my shaft became lodged between her thighs as she clamped her legs together.
The flat of her hand came down on the cheeks of my arse, forcing my groin hard against her thighs and pushing the skin back on my cock. Each subsequent blow, although my buttocks were stinging, tossed me off as my erection rubbed between her stockinged legs. She took great satisfaction from my moans and groans, assuming it was because of her spanking, when in fact it was because my excitement and arousal had got the better of me.
As she delivered what she thought was her final blow, the unthinkable happened, my cock ejaculated cum all over her inner thighs and legs, jerking continuously until I had emptied my sack.
As you can imagine, she was horrified, screaming abuse at me as Leah looked on in amusement. Stella pushed me away as she stood and tried to kick me in the bollocks, my hands protectively trying to cover my manhood. After several slaps and kicks, I was sent to my room in disgrace, knowing that there would be retribution for what had happened.
Her retribution was the punishment table I found out soon afterwards, naked and strapped to it, Leah would take great delight as she played with my cock, bringing it erect and teasing me for as long as possible as she delayed my climax. Any sign that I was enjoying it would immediately result in the leather paddle coming down loudly as it slapped against my buttocks.
Leah was good at what she did, slowly and sensually stroking my shaft until my arousal was at its peak and my balls were fit to burst before wanking me furiously as my cum spurted forth, Stella waited for that moment and then she would frenziedly whack away at my posterior until she was exhausted. I suppose that her idea was eventually, my fear of the pain would stop me from being able to achieve a climax, unfortunately, the opposite was happening, and instead, I began to associate the pain with pleasure.
Having left school with no qualifications, I had ended up working in the same warehouse where Leah worked. At least there, she worked in the offices while I was out in the main body of the building which meant that I saw very little of her each day. I was glad that I'd had to open a bank account to have my wages paid into because it stopped Stella taking everything I earned, which she would use I presumed, to pamper herself and her daughter.
It was completely unfair, Leah never seemed to be in trouble for anything, all that went wrong was my fault and I would then have to suffer the humiliation of stripping off in front of them both whilst they laughed and pointed before submitting myself to Stella's judgement. Her decisions always seemed to rest on how she was feeling that day, it could be something as minor as standing naked in the corner, allowing them to slap at my genitals each time they passed, or it could be the water treatment.
This was the one I hated the most because it had three parts to it. I knew when this punishment was imminent because of the number of drinks I would have to provide to them beforehand. Part one would normally start with me having to lay out a plastic sheet before I removed my clothes and lay prone on it. Stella and Leah would remove their lower clothing, brazenly parading their fannies in front of me and giggling as obviously my cock began to attain an erection.
This was what Stella anticipated because as my shaft grew, she had what I could only describe as an electric wand. This was part two, the sight of my erection gave her just cause to jab the wand at my penis and testicles, making me jump with each touch as I snivelled with the discomfort. Part three was the worst, they would take it in turns to crouch over me, opening their fannies wide and then straining as they pissed on my genitals, my chest and even my face. I would be forced to lay in their puddle of urine whilst they continued to consume liquid and show me their stretched cunts, jabbing the wand at me as my shaft went from erect to flaccid and then back again.
Once they'd had their fun and become bored, they would dress, informing me that I should spend another thirty minutes laying in the golden pool before I was allowed to get up and carefully clear the mess away before taking my shower and dressing.
Alone, I would sob quietly to myself, wishing I could be like other men and be more dominant, refusing to do what Stella and Leah demanded. But I didn't have the courage, my punishments had become part of my life and I had no idea how to break the circle. It was no good complaining to my father, he wasn't interested and as yet, I was in no position to move out, the biggest proportion of my wages being taken by Stella. And so, I continued to suffer in silence, as much as I hated the pain and the degradation, I looked forward to seeing their pussies and the feel of their hands on my manhood as I ejaculated.
I'd had my twentieth birthday, nothing special, no cards, no presents and no party. It was just another day, one that I had spent working as usual. My father arrived home that Friday evening, all smiles and full of the joys of spring. He had booked a week away, not for me or Leah, but just for him and Stella and I wondered if he may have done that if he knew about all the men that visited our house. I wasn't going to tell him, it served him right, perhaps if he had treated me better, who knows? But as it was, I had no concern about how many men were shagging my stepmother, hopefully, she would catch something eventually.
Perhaps the week of their holiday would have been no different to any of the others if it hadn't been for a comment that Leah must have passed at work. I don't know what was said, but suddenly I was the butt of everyone's jokes, especially the workers on the shop floor. For the first time in my life, I felt anger. No! it was more than anger, it was hatred, it was one thing to ridicule me at home, it was another to do it at work amongst all the people I had to get on with each day.
When the day came for them to leave, we obediently waved them off, Leah smiling but whispering under her breath as they drove away.
'Don't think you're going to get away with anything this week. Mum has left me in charge, and I have to keep you in check,' she said out of the side of her mouth before using her elbow to dig me in the ribs.
For once in my life, I went out that evening and didn't ask permission, something I knew would elicit punishment when I returned. Four pints of beer later, my head spun, this was the first time I had ever tasted it, it was the first time I had been in a pub and the feeling of being drunk was exhilarating. Staggering towards home, I talked to myself, trying to summon up the courage to defy Leah once I reached the house. But I had been conditioned over the years and as I arrived home I was shaking, ready to accept whatever she decided.
Leah was waiting for me when I got in, strutting around the lounge with a cane in her hand as she verbally abused me. I was going to say sorry, but she had worked herself into a temper, lashing out with the cane and hitting me in the face before I had even had a chance to try and defend myself.
It had never happened before, for years I had been subservient, but suddenly I saw red, my body moving before my brain even processed what I was doing. In all that time Stella and Leah had got used to me doing as they told me, they had become complacent, forgetting that I now stood taller than either of them or that the manual work I did each day had given me muscles.
Grabbing the cane, I ripped it from her hand, bending it as it snapped in two and then throwing it across the room, her eyes unconsciously following its trajectory as it landed on the floor. When she looked back, her face screwed up in fury, it was too late, I had already covered the short distance, my hand and fingers around her throat as I propelled her backwards until she slammed up against the wall.
Despite my anger, I had an uncontrollable moment of amusement as I watched her face change from one of disgust and dislike to one that showed the first inkling of fear. And then the pain from her blow returned as I began to lift her one-handed by the neck, noticing as she came up onto the balls of her feet and then onto tiptoes, her face starting to go red as I raised her higher still, her feet now off the ground as she began to choke.
I could hear her feet drumming against the wall, the sight of her eyes bulging and the rasping choking noise as she desperately tried to draw air into her lungs. She looked petrified now, convinced that she was going to die when I came to my senses and lowered her, easing the pressure on her throat but still not releasing her.
All those years of punishments that I had received came to the fore, the things that Leah and her mother had done to me without any thought or consideration. Perhaps that is why I found my other hand pushing the front of her skirt up as roughly I groped her fanny, my hand and fingers exploring her genitals as she protested continually, the first hint of tears showing.
I felt no pity, wasn't this what she had done to me and more, had she ever felt pity for me when she abused me, at that moment I felt no sympathy. Releasing her and stepping back, I'm sure my face must have looked cruel, my brain after all this time was demanding retribution.
'Get undressed!' It wasn't a request; it was an order.
Leah stared at me through her slitted eyelids, a trickle of tears running down her cheeks as she shook with indignation and told me to 'Fuck off.'
My hand came up and lashed out, not hard, but enough to turn her cheek rosy as I slapped her. 'I said, get undressed!'
Her fingers trembled as she tried to unbutton her top and I hadn't the patience to wait as I ripped it open and pulled it from her. 'Now the skirt.'
Standing in front of me in nothing but her underwear, she tried to cover her modesty. I could not understand why as I laughed sarcastically, how many times had I seen her fanny when she had squatted and pissed on me.
'Get upstairs. You need to be punished!'
Now she really did look scared, but there was no one here to help her, no one was going to come galloping to her rescue. She couldn't turn to her mother, she was alone, and Leah was suddenly realising that she was defenceless against anything I decided to do. I had never seen her naked, I have never seen her tits, her fanny being the only part of her body that had been displayed to me on many occasions and the thought of seeing her undressed was getting me excited.
Leah was shaking her head rapidly now. 'No, no you can't. I won't allow it.'
I just laughed uproariously as I grabbed a handful of hair, dragging her up the stairs towards her bedroom as she begged and pleaded with me. With my anger subsiding it was now replaced with euphoria and arousal as I thought about what I intended to do, I was going to fuck my stepsister, I was going to debase her as she had done many times to me.
Pushing her into her bedroom, I closed the door behind me and put my back to it as she stood there still trying to cover herself and looking petrified.
'Take them off.' Leah made no move to comply, simply staring at me and maybe hoping that I would relent and change my mind, allowing her to go free.
'Either you take them off or I will rip them off you,' I said, the throbbing down below increasing as I anticipated seeing her completely naked for the first time.
I have to admit that my stepsister actually looked pretty good in the nude, good enough in fact that if she hadn't been such a bitch to me over the years, I could quite easily have fancied her. On the bed, she sat at the far end, drawing her knee's up to her chest and wrapping her arms around them.
Slowly I began to undress, Leah had seen me naked so many times that I felt not one shred of embarrassment as I got rid of my clothes, my cock jutting skyward and jerking occasionally as I savoured what I was about to do. I'd never had a girlfriend, in fact, I'd never had sex other than the masturbation that Leah performed on me regularly, knowing instinctively what to do, I approached the bed.
She cowered away from me, but I simply grabbed her ankles and dragged her into a prone position as I forced her legs open. When she tried to strike out, I slapped her face a couple of times so that she knew who the boss was as I pushed my cock down into position.
I wasn't subtle, possessing no finesse as I simply rammed my hips forward and impaled her with the full length of my shaft, hearing her scream as I filled her cunt. And then I was off like a racehorse, pounding her fanny roughly and revelling at the sensations of having my manhood inside that hot moist passage. It was far superior to being wanked, the excitement of what I was doing and her screams and cries adding to my arousal. When I had fucked her cunt sufficiently, I withdrew and rolled her, grabbing her hips as I pulled her buttocks into the air. My shaft was now slick with her juices as I spread her arse cheeks, stuck my knob against her puckered entrance and then shoved all of my cock up her arse in one fluid motion, delighting at her cries as I sodomised her.
I was brutal with her tits, ideally, I would have loved to have spent the time softly caressing them, but she didn't deserve that as I crushed them, pulling at her nipples until I was sure that they must shortly part company with the rest of her breast. Taking satisfaction from Leah's howl's, it did seem to me that some of her cries were of a more pleasurable variety, rather than of any pain I was causing her.
My climax was imminent as I withdrew my cock from her arse and leapt off the bed. Standing by her head, I gripped her nose and pinched hard, forcing her to open her mouth to be able to breathe. My other hand went to my shaft, wanking furiously until I ejaculated, my cock pumping cum over her face and into her mouth until once satisfied, I clamped her jaw shut, forcing her to swallow it.
Sprawled across the bed, she could not disguise the fact that she was breathing rapidly and despite her face being impassive, I'm sure her eyes sparkled. Heading for my bedroom, I got as far as the door when I felt the urge, returning to the bottom of her bed as I grabbed my prick, pulled the foreskin back and pissed, directing the steady flow over her body and as she screamed, trying to get it into her open mouth.
'You can lie in it all night bitch, or you can join me in my bed, but I expect to be pleasured.'
Without a second thought, I gathered up my clothes and made my way to my room, shutting the door behind me as I started to shake. The downward spiral from my excited state and the adrenaline pumping through my system left me a wreck for the next fifteen minutes as I panicked about what I had done.
'Shit!' there was going to be trouble when my father and Stella returned.
If she did try to come to my bedroom I wouldn't have known because once safely inside it I locked my door, better to be safe than sorry I thought, wondering if Leah might attempt something whilst I was asleep. I needn't have worried, the next morning after a quick check I found her sleeping in our parent's bed, all the damp sheets and covers from her bed dumped in a pile in the middle of the floor.
Awake and dressed I felt a little braver once more, last night had felt good and I had enjoyed the sensation of having power over someone instead of forever feeling like I was being dumped on from a great height. Leah still hadn't got up and we both had work today, with a smirk I made a decision, if I was going to work, so was she. I had never been allowed time off other than reluctantly, for holidays, why should it be any different for her.
Taking the stairs two at a time I shook her roughly until she peered at me through bleary eyes.
'Get up. You're going to work.' One look at my face told her that my comment was not up for discussion as she mumbled something, waiting for me to vacate the room before she deigned to make a move to get ready.
'I'll be waiting for you. Don't take too long unless you want to go half dressed,' I said, again making it plain that there would be repercussions if she did not comply.
The journey to work bolstered my confidence, normally Leah would stride ahead, and I would follow in her wake, this morning was different, I was the one that strode out while she followed behind me. At the entrance I turned to her, 'I'll be waiting for you tonight. Better not be late.'
Leaving her, I entered the warehouse heading for the canteen and a cup of coffee before I started. The usual instigators were sat around a table and the comments started the moment I entered. Ignoring them at first, I got two hot drinks, in the past I would have kept my head down and just left, but for the first time in my life, I allowed the comments to piss me off.
Heading back towards the warehouse floor, I passed their table, it was simple to hold one of the cups out at arm's length and then let it drop as it hit the table dead centre sending the hot liquid everywhere. There was the rapid scrape of chairs as they all jerked back, coming to their feet to avoid the coffee, everyone else in the canteen turning to see what had happened. I was shaking inside, having never put myself in this situation before as I chose the loudest one who normally started on me each day.
Before he had a chance to steady himself, I was in his face, the other hot cup of coffee held in front of me.
'Try saying it again, cunt, and I'll burn your fucking face off.' I spoke calmly and slowly, but it was obvious to everyone watching that I intended to do what I'd said.
At first, he just glared at me but perhaps he saw something in my eyes, something in my face because at that moment I wanted to hurt him, I wanted to hurt him badly and hear him beg me to stop. You could hear a pin drop in the canteen as he suddenly stepped back and said sorry. Glancing at his cohorts, they all got the same look from me, at that moment I was ready to take any or all of them on.
'I'll be waiting for you outside tonight and we'll have a little discussion,' I said as I turned to leave, 'About which hospital you want to visit.'
Out of the canteen and heading for my work area my face broke into a huge grin, I felt excited and elated, no longer would I be laughed at, the butt of other people's prejudices. Word must have quickly spread because that was the best day at work that I've ever experienced, quite a few people approaching to say that the idiots had got what they deserved. Just to forestall any ideas they may have, during the day I paid each of them a visit, explaining that if they wanted to meet me outside, I would happily 'Rip their heads off and shit down their necks.'
It seemed to have had the desired effect because as we all clocked off, they were nowhere to be seen, someone commenting that they had left several minutes early.
Outside, I looked for my stepsister, I hadn't forgotten what I told her that morning. People were streaming past me, heading for their cars and the main gate when I spotted her, stood just outside the entrance with her boyfriend and a smirk plastered across her face. It was her look that irked me, I had built myself up for trouble even though the others had vanished and so as I walked towards them, I was already building a head of steam.
Perhaps he thought I was going to stop as I drew nearer, puffing his chest out, trying to make himself look bigger. That was his mistake because I didn't stop, as he went to say something I just piled straight in. Now I'm not a fighter, I've never fought in my life, but ten years of humiliation was put into that punch as I hit him squarely in the face and had the satisfaction of knowing I'd broken his nose.
His eyes glazed over as he went down and floundered on the floor, people leaving work staring at me as I stood over him.
'You've just been dumped,' I said, pointing at him, 'And you, get home,' turning to look at my stepsister, and enjoying the look of astonishment on her face.
At home I made tea as I normally did during the week, on the way home and even after we had got in, Leah was still to say a word to me, timidly shying away in case she received another dose of treatment similar to the previous night. After tea, I left her putting the bed linen into the washing machine and then trying to ignore me as she watched television, but her eyes fearfully flitted constantly in my direction as I headed for my room.
Upstairs, I opened the door to the spare bedroom, entering a realm I was normally forbidden from unless I was sent there to be punished. There was no proper bed in there, only Stella's massage bed which presently had the groin hole blocked and was encased in a white cover, all the paraphernalia of restraint having been removed.
Along two walls were cupboards and drawers which when I looked contained cotton towels, robes, paper towels and cleaning materials. On top of each unit were boxes and bottles of oils and lotions and all the other bits and pieces you may expect to find. What piqued my interest was a locked walk-in wardrobe at the far end of the room the key to which, I spent the next half-hour searching diligently for.
Exasperated that my search hadn't produced the key I was pondering whether to try my fathers and Stella's bedroom when I realised that the evening had gone, and that Leah would soon be coming upstairs, more than likely to use our parent's bed again. The euphoria of the last twenty-four hours had worn off and I could feel the old me suddenly taking back control as I began to fret about what I had done and what would be the consequences when Stella and my father returned.
I heard her come up and go to our parent's room as I undressed and got into bed. An hour later and my mind was still in turmoil, I had stepped over a line and was scared about what would happen next, also the thought of what was in that locked cupboard in the spare room puzzled me as I wondered why it was secured. To top it all, after last night, I wanted sex, the experience of having my cock inside Leah's fanny had been fantastic, I wanted to touch her again but without the indignity and cruelty that I had shown on that previous occasion, that was simply my temper getting the better of me, and acting that way was not really in my nature.
I must have tossed and turned for the next couple of hours, one moment my brain would be telling me that whatever I did to my stepsister, she had it coming, "in spades", that she deserved being treated like a slut, but then my better nature would intervene and suddenly I would feel sorry for her and what I had done.
What was stuck in my head was the image of her naked, I hated Leah, but at the same time she aroused me and the demand from my body to have sex with her once more was becoming more pronounced.
Quietly I slid from my bed and eased the bedroom door open, padding along the landing to our parent's room and opening the door there as slowly and quietly as I could. When my eyes became accustomed to the darkness I slipped inside and slid carefully beneath the covers, doing my utmost presently not to wake my stepsister. Laid on her side with her back to me, I took up a similar position, inching closer as I listened to her slow quiet breathing, convinced that she was still fast asleep.
Gradually I reached over her upper torso as my hand encountered her breast, a perfect orb of warm soft smooth flesh, her nipple pushing into my palm as I cupped and caressed it, my cock jerking sporadically as I became excited. Leah snorted and moaned softly in her sleep as my hand moved from one tit to the other, marvelling as her nipples became erect and noting that her breathing had quickened slightly. Taking my hand away, I lowered it to her buttocks as I explored the roundness of her posterior, her position in the bed with her legs slightly drawn upwards giving me easy access as I ran my finger across her anus and then gently slid it along her pussy lips, the touch light as a feather.
This time she murmured a little louder, her breathing coming slightly faster as I rubbed softly at her fanny, finding that her lips were beginning to open as my finger slid inside them. Her passage was moist, her juices quickly covering my finger as I continued to massage her cunt until confident that she was still asleep, I eased it inside her, resting once the digit was completely enveloped by her warm wet fanny as a long slow drawn-out moan broke the silence of the room.
Patience was the key I figured, finger-fucking Leah as the murmurs and her faster breathing signalled to me that she was becoming aroused. When I decided the time was ripe, I eased myself down the bed, angling my body so that my shaft came into contact with her pussy as she moaned once more in her sleep. It took a couple of attempts before I got my position right, but at last, I was rewarded as the head of my cock sank into her cunt. Staying motionless for several minutes, I held my breath, wondering if I had disturbed her but she showed no signs of being awake, which I was sure she would have done.
Slowly and gently, I pushed my hips forward, my shaft sliding easily up her passage which was full of lubricant, aiding my insertion as my cock jerked several times inside her. Each thrust was a measured movement as I withdrew and then eased myself back into her cunt, Leah's mumbling and murmurings now increasing as she unconsciously ground her bottom into my groin.
Reaching over, I caressed her tits once more, gently pinching the nipples and squeezing the abundant flesh. By the time that her eyes shot open as she came suddenly awake, Leah was panting, my hips performing a slow steady rhythm as I fucked her.
'Martin! Please, you have got to stop. You must not do this.'
Despite her half-hearted protest, she did not attempt to move or get away from me, pushing her bottom even more firmly into my groin each time I thrust into her. When her hand came up to her breasts, I thought for a moment she was going to try and pull my hand away, but instead, she crushed it firmly against her tits as she moved it from one to the other.
By now she was calling out loudly, not in protestation, but because her climax was imminent as she begged me to fuck her fast and hard. I did as she requested, my cock ramming her cunt furiously and my breaths coming in short sharp gasps. I had reached my limit, my cock throbbing urgently as my own climax reached the point of no return, my hips a blur as I fucked my stepsister and together, we climaxed, my cock filling her cunt with my seed as she screamed her release.
We lay immobile, neither of us speaking as our heavy breathing subsided and my heart stopped hammering in my chest. Carefully I withdrew, lying on my back and staring up at the ceiling. I was waiting for the tears or maybe for the abuse, what I wasn't expecting was for Leah to turn over and roll across me as she straddled my hips.
It was too dark to see her face properly and she had still not said a word as I waited patiently for whatever came next, surprised when she leaned forward and kissed me.
The last woman who had kissed me was my mother, all those years ago and I had never experienced it since and especially not this type of kiss. Holding her head tightly close to mine, our mouths moved against each other, the sensation sublime as I felt myself becoming aroused once more and sure that Leah would not be able the miss the occasional jerk against her pussy.
There was still silence when she raised her bottom and grasped my erection, placing it against her opening and then lowering herself onto it, her eyes fluttering as it filled her once more. We both moaned, we both groaned as our arousals built steadily, what we did not do was communicate. In a way I suppose, we were two people having sex who for years apparently, hated each other, and yet this time, we were having sex consensually, I wasn't forcing her, and she wasn't forcing me.
And that's the way it stayed as we fucked, each pleasuring the other in some kind of mutual truce until we had both attained our climaxes. I never did get back to my own bed that night, at some point falling asleep next to my stepsister.
Breakfast and the journey to work were done in complete silence, neither of us yet ready to offer the olive branch for what we had done to each other. It was as Leah was about to enter the office section that she stopped and turned to me.
'I'm going to book tomorrow off; can you try and do the same? I think we need to talk.' And with that, she was gone.
Again, that day, I was the talk of the warehouse, plenty of people had seen the result of the swift disagreement outside the previous evening and whilst the supervisor had a word with me, there wasn't a lot that could be done because it wasn't another employee and hadn't happened within the company grounds. Of course, the comments that I had previously put up with each day had now ceased, the perpetrators, having been told in detail about yesterday's episode, kept their distance and their mouths shut, casting fearful glances in my direction each time I went near them.
On the way home I hadn't waited for Leah, considering that I had made my point on that first occasion as I grabbed us a meal from the takeaway. The stuttering conversion after tea was not easy, despite growing up in the same house, we had never really spoken to each other and so neither of us knew how to converse properly with the other.
I wanted to say 'Sorry' but realised that it would be the first sign of weakness and if things were to change, then I had to be strong and dominant. As it was, it was Leah that broke the silence.
'Last night. Why did you do that?'
Maybe I hadn't understood what she was asking as I shrugged my shoulders, immediately going on the offensive.
'It was no worse than the things you have done to me,' I replied.
'No, that was Monday night. It was horrible and degrading...... but I suppose I deserved that.'
For the first time in my life, I saw my stepsister looking close to tears as she continued. 'Last night was different, it was kind of...... nice.'
I didn't know what to say, the conversation between us was stilted, and continued like that throughout the evening. We were not friends, nor had we suddenly developed a bond between us, what I did learn and which I supposed I already knew, was that Stella liked to dominate, she was only happy when she was in control. Apparently, although Leah had far more freedom than I had ever experienced, she was still controlled by her mother, continually being told what to do.
I also learnt that Stella did not like me, and it had started the moment she moved in. She had trained Leah to do as she was told but was suddenly faced with a child whom she considered was disobedient and unruly and so she made it her mission to break me and bring me into line.
She had done a good job, for ten years I had become subservient to her wishes, allowing her to punish me for any minor infringement of her rules. I asked Leah why she had joined her mother in my treatment, especially when she seemed to derive great pleasure from it.
'I was told too, and so I did. You were a wimp, you never stood up for yourself. It was the same at work, you never fought back no matter what people said, you were weak. When you got older, I took pleasure in touching you, you were...... quite impressive, I used to get a thrill as I touched it and it got hard, and then when you.... you know, I got this buzz.' Leah went red and hung her head as she told me this, refusing to look me in the face.
Eventually, we called it a night, Leah going back to her bedroom and me retiring to mine. I had no intention of trying to sneak into her room tonight, my head full of other thoughts, more precisely where Stella may have hidden the key to that walk-in wardrobe. Giving it an hour or so for Leah to settle, I moved along the landing to my parent's room, letting myself in and shutting the door behind me before turning on the light.
God knows how long I was in that room as I went through every drawer and cupboard, moving items and replacing them in the same spot so that it didn't show that someone had gone through them. I felt under each drawer, under the mattress and on top of the wardrobes and cupboards. I opened pots and jars, jewellery boxes and make-up boxes, but no matter where I tried, I was having no luck. I began to wonder if Stella had taken it with her when I searched inside the last unit. I felt in jacket pockets, searched through handbags and pulled items off their shelves.
I was getting ready to give up as I opened the last box of shoes that were stacked on the floor of the wardrobe, a cursory look told me there was no key in there as I replaced the lid and bent to put the box back as it slipped from my hands, emptying its contents onto the floor. My face suddenly brightened, there it was, it must have been poked into the toe section of one of the shoes as I picked it up and replaced the shoes in the box.
It was the early hours of the morning, but my excitement had me wide awake as I sidled carefully from the bedroom to the spare room. With trepidation I inserted the key into the lock and turned it, opening the door slowly before turning on the inside light. My eyes opened wide with surprise, inside was a cornucopia of costumes and sex toys, most of which were designed to inflict pain or pleasure.
'So, this was what Stella's evening visitors came for,' I thought as I looked through an array of paddles, cane's and whips along with a shelf full of different coloured and different sized dildo's and butt plugs, none of which I touched, not knowing where they had been. There were catsuits and leotards, corsets and bustier's all made of latex or shiny PVC, along with a selection of bras and panties.
On the floor beneath the shelves was a row of boots and high-heels and at the end tucked further back, one of those small cases on wheels. I couldn't help my curiosity as I pulled it out, only to find the zip was padlocked. I had an idea where to look this time, quickly locating the key as I carried it into the middle of the room, set it down and sat cross-legged in front of it. Expecting more sex toys, I was astounded to find the case full of banknotes. It took nearly half an hour to count them, some were already bundled but many notes were just stuffed in the case loose.
Sitting back, my head spun as I wondered how much of the nearly fifty thousand pounds had been a contribution from my wages. Did Leah contribute the same I wondered, and how much did Stella charge her customers? Replacing the money in the case, I returned it to its place in the wardrobe, but already my head was hatching a plan as I relocked the door and slid the key into my pocket. I needed to return it to its hiding place, but before I did, I needed to be up early the next morning.
The next day I nipped to the shops and had a copy of the key made before returning home and putting the original back in its hiding place after which I joined Leah for breakfast. It still felt strange sitting opposite her at the breakfast table and not to be thinking of the terrible things I would like to have done to her in the past, and that could have included killing her.
'Does your mum take most of your wages each time,' I suddenly asked.
Leah looked up surprised and nodded her head, 'Yeah, she leaves me a small allowance, but she says she is saving it for me.'
I nodded my head and dropped the subject because I could feel the anger rising in my chest. I had begun to like that feeling, it made me defiant and strong, perhaps strong enough to deal with Stella.
After breakfast we retired to the lounge as we sat and talked, the more we said, the more we told each other, the easier it became for us to converse. It felt like we were making progress as we got to know each other, and then Leah said something which took me by surprise and which I never thought I would hear come from her lips when she asked, 'Will you take me to bed?'
Standing, I held my hand out, taking hers as I led Leah up the stairs to our parent's bedroom. I was excited as she allowed me to undress her, first removing her top and then her bra, my eyes sparkling as I looked at her breasts rising and falling rapidly. Moving in closer, I cupped her right tit, gently squeezing the firm flesh and feeling my arousal increase as her nipple grew hard against the palm of my hand. Leah pulled my head towards her as our mouths met, her tongue sliding seductively over my lips as I suddenly wondered how someone who could be such a bitch, could kiss so sweetly.
My other hand gripped her buttocks, pulling her mound tightly against my erection as Leah gyrated slightly, grinding her fanny against my prominent bulge. I helped her out of her jeans and then her panties before allowing her to undress me, coming together again as we pressed our naked bodies against each other.
I think she was surprised when I easily lifted her and carried her to the bed before gently placing her in its centre and joining her, our mouths coming together once more. There was so much that I had discreetly read about sex that I now wanted to try as I slid down the bed and took her nipple into my mouth, swirling my tongue around her erect teat before nipping it carefully between my teeth. I was ecstatic as she appeared to enjoy what I was doing to her, moaning continuously as she stroked my head and I moved from her breasts and over her ribcage. Her stomach and waist were tiny, her belly fluttering as I rained the lightest of kisses over it, and then I was between her thighs, my face inches from her fanny as my nose picked up the scent of her musk. Delicately, I opened her pussy lips, looking wondrously at her moist pink interior before poking my tongue out and tasting her for the first time.
As I became accustomed to her taste, I delved deeper, Leah grinding her cunt against my mouth as my tongue pierced her inner core, licking at the sensitive flesh within. I must have been doing it right because before I knew it, Leah was moaning loudly, directing where I should lick next as she played with her tits, abusing them with a lot more force than I had employed. Her hand came down as she exposed her clit, asking me to suck on it and then filling my mouth with her juices as I caused her to climax, her orgasm making her thrash about the bed.
Even before her release had subsided, she was pulling me up the bed and on top of her, her legs opening wide as she gripped my shaft and inserted it into her cunt, her nails digging into my buttocks as she pulled me inside her.
Please, Martin. Please fuck me!'
I rammed my shaft into her passage and felt her gripping me with her cunt muscles as I slowly withdrew and then rammed it back in again. I teased her, building her arousal until she was ready and then as she pulled my head down and kissed me, I began pumping my cock into her pussy as fast as I could. She released me as she climaxed, her eyes rolling back into her head as she arched her back and called out, my manhood continuing to stuff her until with a roar I emptied my balls inside her, my cum mixing with her juices.
We spent most of that day in bed together, each bout of sex making it easier for us to talk to each other afterwards. When we did get up, it was simply to have our meal and a drink before we returned to the bedroom and the excitement of arousing each other's bodies and having sex.
For the rest of that week, we returned to work, but each evening we would come together as after all those intervening years we made love and began to bond, sharing our parent's bed and sleeping together until morning. There were things I intended to do, but presently I did not know Leah well enough to include her in my plans. And so, I said nothing as each day I frequently nipped away from work and got jobs done.
Stella and my father arrived back on the Saturday morning, as he brought their suitcases in, I overheard her speaking to Leah in the kitchen, I don't know what she asked, only hearing my stepsisters reply.
'He's been no problem mum. Good as gold. He hasn't given me an excuse to punish him.'
Leah looked embarrassed as she came into the lounge and I caught her eye, giving her a slight smile as I mouthed 'Thank you.' The same couldn't be said for Stella who glared in my direction when she entered the lounge, especially when I smiled, winked and blew her a kiss. That weekend was fun, I knew she couldn't do anything until at least Monday when my father would be away for the week again.
I didn't do anything wrong, nothing that she could really pull me up on, but enough to annoy her as she stomped around the house all weekend. At last, Monday morning arrived as we all left the house heading in different directions for work. Leah confided in me as we walked together.
'You know she is going to have it in for you this week. Please be careful.'
I nodded my head to Leah as she entered her office, to myself, I chuckled, if anyone needed to be careful this week, it would be Stella.
On the walk home that evening, Leah was subdued, saying very little. I stopped her partway home, taking her hand as I told her not to worry, everything would be fine but advised her to stay out of the way as much as possible.
Indoors, you could feel the tension, but I went out of my way to do everything asked of me before disappearing to my room early and staying out of the way, thus giving Stella no chance to find fault.
Tuesday, I dawdled getting ready so that Stella did not see the large bag I went out with, Wednesday was the same. Thursday morning, I sauntered downstairs in my pyjama's and informed her I wasn't going in today, I'd actually booked the rest of the week off. She was apoplectic, telling me to get upstairs, get dressed and get to work. It was at that point I told her to, 'Fuck off and do one.'
I saw the slap coming long before it reached my face, catching her wrist and gripping it tightly as I twisted and watched her grimace in pain.
'Next time you try and slap me. I'll break it,' I hissed at her through clenched teeth.
If looks could kill! As it was, Stella would make herself late for work if she stayed any longer, she snarled at me as the threats came thick and fast as to what would happen to me that evening. I laughed in her face as she got her things together and left for the day. Despite my bravado, inside I was shaking, the real test would come tonight when she returned. With the house empty, I still had a couple of things to sort, making a few phone calls and then popping out into town, keeping my mind busy so that I did not dwell on what may go wrong.
I was nervous as the time came for Leah and Stella to return home, pacing the lounge and continually looking at the clock. And then her car pulled up outside, Leah in the passenger seat and looking sheepish as they entered the house.
I had made tea as I normally did and much to my stepsister's astonishment, I appeared docile, apologetic and scared as I begged Stella to forgive me. That was never going to happen I knew, besides, all I was trying to do was lull her into a false sense of security as she told me to stay put while she went upstairs. I knew exactly where she had disappeared to, she had gone to get the punishment table ready.
'When I go upstairs, you disappear,' I said to Leah, pushing some money into her hand. 'Go and have your tea out somewhere and don't come home until late.' She nodded her head, looking scared as hell as Stella bellowed from upstairs, telling me to get my arse up there pronto.
Stella never noticed when I entered the room, that I kept my back to the door and feeling behind me, locked it.
'Come on, I haven't got all day. Get undressed.' She tapped a cane against her legs as she waited impatiently.
At first, I did nothing except to give her a supercilious smile as I took a couple of steps forward.
''I'm sorry Stella. Has no one told you? Tonight, there has been a change of plan. It's you that needs to get undressed.'
I watched as her face went red, the arm and hand holding the cane, rising as she advanced on me. It was like I was seeing it in slow motion as it swished down, but I was no longer standing there having moved sideways and as her momentum carried her forward, I wrenched the cane from her hand. Stella glared at me furiously as she bounced off the door. Now I was behind her, the cane raised as I brought it down and slapped it against her buttocks, literally lifting her off her feet for a second as it connected, and she yelped with pain.
She slumped to the floor, her back to the door as one hand went beneath her and she rubbed at her stinging rump. Keeping my distance, I walked back and forward in front of her, the cane held at arm's length as I spoke slowly but commandingly.
'I told you to get undressed.' The cane was prodded against her breasts several times as she tried to snatch at it and push it away. As she tried to protect her tits, I used it to lift her one-piece tunic at the hem, looking up her dress at her knickers and fanny. Each time she tried to use her hands to protect her modesty, I used the cane to rap her knuckles which only increased her frustrations.
'We can play this game all night if you want. I told you to get undressed.'
'Leah!' Stella bellowed at the top of her voice, expecting her daughter to come running.
She bellowed again, looking agitated when Leah did not respond.
I couldn't help but snigger, 'Things changed while you were away, I retrained her. Leah does as I tell her now.'
For the first time ever, Stella looked worried, things were not going her way and the longer this went on, the more my confidence grew. Sullenly she got to her feet as unabashed she undid her one-piece tunic and removed it, standing in front of me in nothing but her underwear. Unlike her daughter, she made no move to cover herself, openly displaying her body as I looked her up and down.
If the excitement of what I was doing hadn't given me a stonker beforehand, looking at Stella in her lingerie certainly did. Just like Leah, I had seen my stepmother's fanny on other occasions, but gazing at her dressed as she was, had my cock throbbing in my trousers.
'Take the restraint cuffs off the bed and put them on. Wrists and ankles.'
She gave me a sarcastic smile as she complied, did she think I was going to inflict the same punishment on her that she had done on me? I wondered. With the cuffs attached, I used the cane like a rapier, prodding her with it as much to her surprise, I ushered her from the spare room to her bedroom.
I had already attached chains from her cupboard to the head and foot of the bed, hiding them under the pillows and covers as I ordered Stella to lie down. Reaching under a pillow, I pulled a chain out.
'Clip it on.'
She looked surprised but did as she was told. With one wrist now secure, I did the same with the other, Stella's upper body now restrained as I put the cane down and secured her ankles. With her now securely spreadeagled, I set out a few rules.
'If you scream or try to call for help, I will gag you. Understand? She nodded her head but still displayed an air of confidence, that she could weather anything I tried to do to her.
'Swearing is not allowed. If you swear at me, then I have to punish you,' I told her as from her bedside drawers I produced her electric zapper. Stella's eyes went wide, the wand had been locked in her walk-in wardrobe, which meant that I had access to it.
'Now, Stella, we are going to play a game. We are going to see how many times you can climax before you pass out.'
She looked astonished, convinced that I was going to cane or paddle her. She never considered that I may dream up something like that, but I was determined not to act towards her as she had done to me.
Leaving her alone for a few moments, I went to the spare room and returned with several sizes of vibrators. The largest which was over a foot long and had a large vibrating head was plugged into the electric socket and then jammed between her thighs, tight up against her fanny. A strap secured it to the thigh of one leg so that even with her limited movement, she could not get away from it.
This was the moment I had been waiting for as I flicked the switch on it, a constant humming filling the room as it went to work. While it buzzed against her fanny, I sat higher up the bed and undid each small awkward hook that connected the straps to the cups of her bra. With both unfastened, it was a simple task to pull the bra down to her waist, swivel it and unhook it before casting it to one side. Stella's tits were pretty damned good for her age which I guessed was in her mid to late forties and although they sagged and flattened a little, there was plenty there to keep me amused as I took two tiny vibrators, pressed the buttons on the bottom and started to run them lightly over her nipples.
They instantly became hard and erect, and I watched her face as she continued to try and fight the mounting arousal, I knew her body must be experiencing. She lasted longer than I thought she would have done, nearly thirty-five minutes before the constant vibration against her cunt began to tell. Despite her efforts to block out the sensations, a large damp patch had appeared in the gusset of her panties.
Stella continued to glare at me, but her eyes would suddenly close as the vibrators on her nipples and areola had her starting to pant, her arousal increasing. And then she suddenly went, no, she more than went, she gushed, her panties sodden in seconds as that first orgasm consumed her. I don't think she could help herself as she stared at me furiously, opened her mouth and swore like a trooper, the vitriol spewing from her lips as she tried to thrash about the bed.
True to my word, the language directed at me could only have one outcome as I picked up her zapper, placed it on one nipple and pressed the button. Stella yelped and let fly with more abuse as I placed it on the other nipples and shocked that one as well. I kept it up until she went quiet, her face furious and giving me looks that could kill. I gave her a few moments respite as I removed the strap from her thigh and switched off the vibrator, moving it to one side and out of my way for the moment.
From the drawers next to her bed, I took a pair of scissors, she looked at them in fear, but all I needed them for was to get rid of her patties which were now wet. Cutting through the flimsy material at either hip, I dragged them from her and tossed them across the room. It hadn't been part of my plan, but as I looked at the fuzz covering her mound, I had an idea.
Carefully I cropped her pubic hair back to stubble and then went in search of a razor and a tin of foam from the bathroom. I managed not to nick her once as I inspected my work, her cunt now bald as a coot and as an afterthought, I grabbed her bottle of perfume, splashed a little on my hand and rubbed it in, watching gleefully as her hips left the mattress.
Glancing at the bedside clock, I was shocked to find that nearly four hours had passed and that it was now mid-evening. 'Time for another toy,' I said out loud.
This time I chose a large flesh coloured rubber cock and using my fingers to open her piss flaps wide, began to ease it into her cunt. It wasn't difficult, her passage so wet that it literally slipped inside her with very little effort. There was a large round knob on the bottom of it which I began to turn, the toy springing to life as it hummed quietly inside her fanny.
It didn't take anywhere near as long this time before her chest was heaving as I took great delight in sliding it in and out of her vagina and giving Stella a graphic description of what the rubber cock was doing to her cunt. She was still trying to fight it, but it was a losing battle for her as she began to strain against her bindings, her body going taut as she panted desperately. And then just to push her over the edge, I knelt by the side of the bed, rammed the dildo into her cunt rapidly and took her right nipple into my mouth and sucked on it.
She wasn't allowed to recover this time; she was still in the throes of her orgasm as I picked up another slim vibrator jumped onto the bed between her thighs and pushed it against her dark puckered entrance.
She had lost so much juice that it had run down the crack of her arse and created a damp patch under her bottom. Applying a small amount of pressure, I watched enchanted as inch by inch the gold-coloured vibrator slid up her back passage. When I was satisfied, I turned both buttons fully on, Stella screaming now as the toys went to work on both her orifices.
Her eyes were staring but unseeing, her face red and the veins standing out proudly on her neck as she strained against the restraints the toys in her arse and cunt bringing her to a double climax as one orgasm became a second. She didn't have the energy to verbally abuse me anymore, her chest rising and falling rapidly as the pleasure she had tried to keep at bay, flooded her body and had her crying out loudly, some of her words actually urging me on.
Her head lolled from side to side, drool oozing from between her lips as I extracted the two toys and went back to the large vibrator and strapped it to her thigh once more, hard against her fanny again as I flipped the switch. As it came to life, she tried to open her eyes, watching me as I stood away from the bed, looking at her.
Slowly, I began to undress, first my shirt and then my jeans. Socks and undies followed next as I stood there naked, my cock erect and pointing skyward as it jerked sporadically because of my highly excited state. Stella's eyes were glued to it, the vibrator already raising her temperature. Sitting on the edge of the bed so that she had a good view of my shaft, I massaged her tits, taking great pleasure from the soft smooth floppy flesh. Her hands and arms pulled against the chains, not to get free I guessed, but because she wanted to touch my cock.
I wanted to laugh but kept my face straight. 'All you have to do is ask Stella. It's five little words. Martin, will... you... fuck... me?
God! With the look on her face, she could never demean herself by asking something like that, could she?
The vibrator continued to hum away, Stella's body now visibly shaking as I presumed another orgasm was imminent. Her hips left the bed as she arched her lower half upwards, but the toy followed as it continued to send vibrations through her cunt and especially her clit. The juices spurting from her were visible as they dripped off her thighs and buttocks onto the bed.
At first, her mouth moved but nothing came out and then for a second, I thought she had stopped breathing. Stella tried to open her eyes, but it was too much effort as the vibrator threatened to envelop her in a second orgasm.
'Martin. Please. Please...... will you...... will you fuck me? Please, Martin, fuck me,' Stella sobbed, her arousal already starting to peak once more.
I removed the vibrator and climbed between her thighs, rubbing my cock against her clit and minge as she tried to grind her genitals against me. She was so wet I nearly fell in, my shaft taking no effort at all to insert, as it filled her cunt. Leah was good, but surprisingly, Stella was every bit as good a ride, my balls bouncing against her butt cheeks as I rammed my manhood into her sopping wet passage. As excited as I was, because my cock had not been teased, I was full of energy, pounding her pussy as she orgasmed once more, and I felt her juices splash me.
I just kept ploughing her, my cock throbbing continuously as my excitement escalated until as she began another climax, I allowed myself the release I had been waiting for, emptying my sack inside her cunt as my hot cream filled her passage and mixed with her juices inside.
Seven, probably eight, maybe even nine, I had lost count of how many climaxes she had managed before she passed out on me, her eyes shut and her breathing slow. I glanced at the clock after hearing noises downstairs, it was late, and Leah must have returned.
Joining her downstairs after I had quickly thrown on some clothes, she looked relieved and worried.
'What's happened?' She asked, 'Where is mum?'
I didn't go into detail, only telling her that her mother was safe and well and upstairs in bed. Of course, she wanted to know if I had been punished but all I told her was that things had changed and that I had taught her mother a lesson but without inflicting any pain.
I could tell Leah was afraid. 'You know she is going to wait and get her own back, don't you?'
I knew Stella well enough; it was the reason for my constant disappearances and phone calls over the last seven or eight days. Looking a little sheepish, I explained what I had done.
'I've been saving some money and I've rented a flat. When the time comes for her to get her own back. I won't be here.'
Now Leah looked sad and as I watched, a tiny tear ran down one cheek.
'It's furnished...... and it's got two bedrooms. I don't know if you'd like to......
I watched her face etched in indecision, did she stay or did she go. 'I'd really like it if you came with me,' I said lamely.
At last, she smiled and nodded her head, 'I'd love to.'
So far everything had been going to plan.
'Listen, Leah. Your mum's sleeping at the moment, but anything could happen once she wakes. I would feel a lot better if you were not here. How about you go and pack your clothes and I'll give you some money for a cab and you go stay at the flat tonight and I'll join you there tomorrow once I get finished up. I'll pick you up from work. Ok?'
Again, she appeared hesitant. 'If you don't like it, you can always come back home.'
That seemed to ease her conscience as I went and helped her pack, called a cab and gave her a handful of cash. When the taxi arrived, I gave her a key to the flat and took her cases out, kissing her as I said good night.
With Leah gone, I put our meal to one side and made a snack, adding a glass of cold water and a straw and took it up to my parent's room. Stella was still out of it as I undressed once more and joined her on the bed. The two small vibrators were the quietest and so I used those initially as I ran one over her nipples and touched the other against her clit.
She moaned softly in her sleep, exactly like her daughter had done, her body responding to the stimulation even though her brain was still slumbering. It was fun, teasing her and stopping, starting again and slowly building her arousal until we reached the point when her eyes suddenly opened, and she realised that she was highly stimulated once more. I don't think she even realised that she could move her legs until I grabbed her ankles, raised her legs high and wide and sank my shaft into her arse.
It started with a grunt and then a guttural cry as I fucked her anally, Stella's head going up and down as she tried to watch my cock being thrust into her back passage. She wasn't even trying to fight back now, having submitted herself to whatever I felt like doing to her. I'd put a vibrator within reach, this one had two prongs, the larger part I slid into her cunt and pressed the smaller part against her clit as I switched it on.
I didn't have to do much pumping, Stella near enough riding me, as my cock was slammed into her arse and the buzzing toy sent raptures through her clitoris and fanny. When she exploded and jerked around with her climax, I swapped them over, plunging the toy up her rectum as my cock plundered her wet pussy once more until I could hold out no longer and filled her with my cream again.
She wasn't really in a coherent state, but somehow, I got her to eat a little and take several drinks through the straw. It was getting late, but that didn't stop me, for the next five hours I would rest until I was ready to go again and then I would fuck my stepmother once more. Who knows how many climaxes she'd achieved that night, or how much sperm I had pumped into her, probably enough to inseminate a street full of women and I was completely knackered.
I left her sleeping as I made my way to my bedroom, collapsed on the bed and was instantly asleep.
The next morning the first thing I did was to phone Stella's salon, telling them she was not well and would not be in that day. She was awake when I entered the bedroom, her sullen indignant expression was back on her face as she demanded that I release her because she needed to go to work.
'It's alright, I've phoned them. I've told them that you are presently confined to bed,' I chortled at my own attempt at humour.
The same vitriol that I had received at the start of the previous evening exploded from her mouth, as I gave her a warning look and picked up her zapper. She must have learnt because immediately she went quiet, my training appeared to be working.
Going to the spare room I chose some items before returning to Stella. The handcuffs, I snapped onto one wrist before releasing it and then snapping it onto the other. The collar I had brought went around her neck and was attached to a leash as I picked the cane up.
'You can use the bathroom and then I've made you some breakfast. But if you try anything...... then I will have to punish you once more.'
She had to suffer the indignity of completing her ablutions while I stood there and watched before I led her downstairs to the dining room, still naked and restrained. Breakfast was set out for her ready, only things that she could pick up and eat or use a spoon for, anything she could use as a weapon had been moved away.
Once she had finished, I returned Stella to the bedroom, fastening her down once more. I did relent and get a couple of towels which I slid under her bottom, covering the damp and stained sheet on which she lay and then satisfied that she couldn't escape, I sat on the edge of the bed.
'You know, it's a pity Stella that you couldn't have been more like a mother.' My hand idly caressed her tits, my finger rubbing at her nipple as it stiffened, and her breathing quickened ever so slightly.
Her face wasn't attractive, at least not to me, to mean and sour-looking, but her body wasn't bad at all, good enough to have warranted a dalliance there if she had been nice and given me the opportunity.
'You know, if the circumstances had been different, we could have done this regularly, especially with my father being away so much. But then, as a sad, sadistic, sociopathic bitch, perhaps not.'
As I chatted away, my hand slid down across her slightly rounded belly and her now shaven mound before curving between her thighs as my fingers played with her labia. Despite the scowl which seemed to be permanently plastered across her face, my finger soon found the moisture within as I explored her genitals, her lips opening as I delved deeper. No matter how much Stella hated me, her body liked what I was doing to it as my finger slid inside her and I slowly finger fucked her, watching as her expressions changed as she became aroused.
Kissing her breasts and licking her nipples, she could not stop herself from offering her throat to be kissed, but I was keeping away from her mouth, her teeth could do damage.
Stella's fanny sounded sloppy, and I had brought her to the cusp when I withdrew my finger and slowly undressed. Her eyes went to my cock again, immediately it was on view, no matter what her face said, her eyes told me she wanted fucking and who was I not to acquiesce to her demands.
My cock slid into her cunt as I fucked her, her body responding while her mouth abused me until the point where we both climaxed, and I sent my seed into her hot moist passage once more.
And so that was how we spent the day until mid-afternoon when I finally climbed off her body and went and showered before dressing.
This was the final part of my plan and I was saddened that I would not be here to see its culmination as I returned to Stella's bedroom.
'You had better unfasten me. God, you are in so much trouble you little bastard,' she spat at me.
It was several minutes before I could speak because of my laughter.
'I have no intention of unfastening you, Stella,' I said as I disappeared to the spare room.
It took several trips, but bit by bit, I emptied her walk-in wardrobe, placing all the items on the floor of her bedroom, all nicely laid out.
'I wonder if my father knows all about your little side-line, I'm guessing not.'
'It should be a nice surprise for him went he gets back shortly; I hope you have a good explanation.'
Stella looked petrified now, my guess had been correct, my father knew nothing of what she got up to while he was away.
'Just so you know. When I walk out of that front door shortly, I won't be coming back. I've taken all of my wages that you saved for me, and I've got myself a flat. So, this will be the last time we see each other,' I smirked.
The tears came now, not because of anything I had done to her physically, but because I had outsmarted her. She knew I must have found her stash of money and the frustration of not being able to take her revenge on me had got to her.
'I've photographed all of this little lot and the cash. And I've also been taking pictures of all the beatings you gave me. If you try and cause trouble, or if you ever come near me, I am going to send them to everyone I can think of.'
I'm sure if she could have got off that bed, she would have killed me, such was her pent-up anger at what I had managed to pull off.
Glancing at my watch, I took one last look at Stella, my father would be home within the hour, 'Good riddance to him,' I thought as I pressed my fingers against my lips and then patted my stepmother's fanny.
'Such a shame,' I said softly as I took my leave.
Walking down the street whistling to myself, I felt happy at last. I would go and meet Leah shortly and thence to our new flat.
Stella was certainly going to have some explaining to do when my father got home. I laughed again to myself because that would not be the end of it. I had also come across her address book in the wardrobe, a list of names and telephone numbers for all of the men she entertained.
I had sent a text message to every one of them.
_'As a reward for being a valued customer, we are offering a free session tonight from 7.30 pm onwards. I hope you can join me for an evening of entertainment.'_
I laughed out loud as I strolled along, people looking at me strangely. But I wasn't aware of them, this was the first day of my new life. |
19,428 | Worm | Mrfriskay | NonConsent/Reluctance | 2016-12-14 | 2016-12-14 | 2022-01-01 15:45:10 | 1 | literotica.com | https://www.literotica.com/s/worm | A backpacking vacation turns into slavery. | ['Femdom', 'Latex', 'Non-Con', 'Noncon', 'Piss', 'Rubber'] | 3.54 | I checked into the guesthouse in the middle of Cluj, Romania. Dead tired from the plane ride, I laid there placid for a few moments before leaving my bag, and leaving the room.
The town was very old with rich architecture, and wonderful smells wafting throughout the city. This was the beginning of my month long backpacking trip through Europe, and I was looking forward to the trip. I stepped into a bar, and walked up to the counter. I ordered a shot, and downed it, then decided to head down the road. I passed several shops, and meandered through a market.
After walking around for several hours I became very exhausted, and decided to take a trip back to my room. I walked in an noticed a thin woman about ten years older than me scolding a woman at the desk. I walked by and gave her a bit of a sour look as I headed to my room. I walked into the room, and plopped onto the bed. There was a swift knock on the door, and I got up and opened it. It was the woman who was yelling.
"My name is Rell, I am the owner here... there was a problem with the booking of your room and I'm going to have to ask you to move." She said firmly, and I didn't speak. Luckily I didn't unpack my backpack, so I grabbed it and my jacket as she watched.
"Where are you from?" She asked calmly.
"The United States." I said as I followed her down a flight of steps to a dark room. She opened the door, and I began inside. I felt a very sharp prick as if a needle was stuck into my ass, and my leg started to go numb. I turned and she pushed me into the room. She turned a light on, and I flipped over to see her standing above me.
"What the fuck!" I said and she closed the door as I tried to sit up. My head felt heavy and I leaned back down.
She walked up in my view and smiled with her arms crossed. Everything went black.
When coming to, I was still in a frantic state but found out that I wasn't able to move. Opening my eyes I noticed a dark figure looming over me.
When she spoke I could tell it was the same woman.
"You have been asleep for so long." The figure wearing black latex spoke, and I tried to sit up.
I was cocooned in some sort of tight latex sack, and felt a chain holding my neck as I tried to sit up.
"You aren't going anywhere you little worm." She snickered and her heels clicked over towards my head and her boot rest on my face, and I jerked. I tried to fight her boot and she finally pulled it away.
"What the hell do you want?" I asked..
"Good question." She said moving down to my mid section and bent over. I quickly noticed that my genitals were poking through a hole, and her latex gloves fondled them.
"What is your bank pin?" She said grabbing my balls.
"3127" I said and she squeezed them hard.
"You're no fun!" She said and stood up. She walked over to a table and picked up a phone. With-in moments she spoke the numbers, and waited. She looked over at me pleased. Turning the other way, I couldn't understand what she was saying.
Ending the call, she turned and walked back to me.
"Thirty thousand dollars." She smirked, and put her hand on her latex covered hips.
"Take the money, the bank will insure it. Just take it, and let me go." I said frantically.
"It's not that easy Mr. You see, we can only take out 300 dollars a day, and spend up to 500 from your card." Her voice was firm and clear.
"fuck!" I said wiggling slightly.
"If we let you go, then you report the card missing, and we don't get our prize." Her voice teased, as she stood tall.
Looking around I notice I'm chained to a large radiator heater, and in an empty room in some sort of basement. Realizing it wouldn't be prudent to scream, I breathed and looked around.
"So you're going to keep me here until you've drained me?" I said.
"haha funny you should say it like that." Her deep red lips smiled. She spit on her gloved hand. She started stroking my dick.
"Damn you're twisted!" I said quietly and she smiled as her hand firmly stroked me.
"Look, I can go get the money, and you can let me go!" I said and she stood up and walked across the room. She picked something up and when she returned, she place a piece of rubber around my balls and cinched it tightly. I fought a little, but it was hopeless.
"What fun would that be!" She answered to my offer, and I noticed something strange. My dick began to grow, and before I knew it, I was completely hard.
"I really love that you're not yelling or freaking out!" Her voice teased as she slid her gloved hand up my shaft and I shivered uncontrollably .
"I just want to get this over with and then you can let me go..." I said and she grabbed my dick.
"Let you gooooo?!" Her words drew out, and she stroked hard for a moment, and then stood up.
"When the money is gone.." I uttered desperately, and she picked up what looked to be a gag. She shoved it in my mouth and pulled my head up to strap it tight. My eyes got wider, and she sneered. She stood again, and walked over to a table. She picked up a knife. I struggled slighly and she smiled.
"I'm going to tell you something important. If you make any noise, I will cut off your balls! Shake your head yes, if you understand." Her words were clear. I started sweating, and shook my head quickly as she grazed my shaft slightly.
"I'm glad we have an understanding here!" She pulled the knife away and looked down at me.
"I did not Kidnap you because I am a theif, and I want your money. I kidnapped you because I wanted a young man to exploit and torture!" Her words bit through me and traveled to my body. I began shaking and sweating. She smiled at my reaction.
"it just so happened that you are somewhat wealthy, and will fund your own torment.." Her hand found my erect dick again, and I shuddered and wiggled. She laughed.
She stroked me slowly, and I fought against the rubber encasement as the sensation became overwhelming. After a few minutes I stopped fighting, and noticed a moan slip from my body.
"Good!" The rubber covered lady purred, and I did it again. The moans became uncontrollable, and soon I felt myself about to explode on her hand. She stopped.
"ta ta ta my little worm." Her voiced teased in a low tone.
"I have a special suprise for that!" She said standing up, and her heels clicked out of the room. The door slammed and I looked up at the ceiling breathing heavily. Moments passed, and I tried to wiggle but found that I was bound too tight. I lied there for what seemed like an hour alone when finally the door opened. The same woman came in wearing normal clothes, and no mask. A basic black blouse with a longer skirt. Her facial expression was neutral, and she walked over towards me. I noticed she had a bag with a tube coming out of it. She leaned down, and twisted a knob on the gag, and I noticed I could suck air through it. She placed the tube through the hole in the gag, and held the bag up. Water rushed into my mouth and I had no choice but to swallow it. I gulped quickly and after a few seconds she pulled the tube out. She twisted the knob again, and looked down satisfied. My eyes peeled over at her. My fear was apparent, but she seemed to like it. Standing up she left the room, and I didn't see her again for several hours. My mind began playing tricks on me. Was she serious, or is this just a mind fuck until she got the money?
When she returned she was still wearing normal clothes, but she had long rubber gloves on. She had what looked like a funnel. She place the funnel in the same tube on the gag, and I looked bewildered up at her as she smiled.
She pulled a small tube of lube out and showed it to me. She squirted it all over the gloves, and reached down to my flaccid dick. After a few minutes of stroking the rubber cord which had been loose began to tighten. I let a frustrated groan. She squeezed the head and snickered. I wiggled to no avail and the moans started again. The pressure began building up, and this time she didn't stop. I found myself jerking, and I orgasmed into her hands. Looking over I saw her smiling deviously as she squeezed the last bit of spunk out and my body twitched.
"The beautiful thing about male slaves, is that they are easily manipulated!" She said out of the blue, and stood up. She stepped over my head and knelt down trapping my head between her knees as her rubber covered hand reached above the funnel, and emptied the handful of cum into the funnel. I tried to turn my head, but found her legs were strong. I tasted my own siemen slid into my mouth as she gripped my head with her knees. Suddenly she lifted up her skirt, and repositioned herself. I stared at her bare ass as she urinated into the funnel. I tried to spit it out, but apparently the gag had a stop valve that was only one way. The warm salty fluid filled my mouth, and I swallowed it involuntarily. When it was all gone.
She pulled the funnel out, and preceded to sit on my face. The smell of her asshole was all i could smell.
"Worm! can you hear me worm?" I heard her say as she lifted up her ass. I made a muffle cry behind the gag, and she sat back down. I felt her lean forward and there was a prick in my balls which felt like a needle. Suddenly I began to lose consciousness.
When I woke up, things were alot different. I was on some sort of padded bondage contraption lying on my stomach with my wrist, and ankles cuffed below. There was a full length mirror just in front of me, and I watched myself in some sort of rubber hood testing the bonds. The gag was gone, but the hood had some sort of zipper at my mouth. There was a dull pain in my ass, which felt strange. I struggled for a while, and then the Lady opened the door. She was wearing all rubber again. Her rubber hood was like mine but with no mouth zipper. She strutted over behind me, and I watched her look pleased at my ass. Her heels then clicked up towards my head, and she showed me a picture on her phone. It was an image of my ass, with a tattoo that said "worm" in old english lettering. I tried screaming to no avail.
She placed her hands on her hips, and looked at my defeating gaze in the mirror.
"This is just the beginning worm!" Her red lips smiled and she licked them, and then walked out of the room. |
19,429 | Worship | jasliz | NonConsent/Reluctance | 2010-01-08 | 2010-01-08 | 2022-01-01 15:45:11 | 1 | literotica.com | https://www.literotica.com/s/worship-9 | Student becomes the instrument of worship. | ['Coed', 'College'] | 3.96 | My story begins three weeks after my twentieth birthday. I've decided I have to write it down to get over it or to remember it better. I haven't yet determined which. It was either a horrifying experience or the most erotic I'll ever know.
It was my second year in college at the University of Utah, working on my bachelors in mathematics with straight A's thus far. My plan was to prove myself here and get into Stanford for my PhD. I lived on campus with my roommate Becca, enjoying the classes, life and especially the boys. I seemed to have my pick since I'm what they consider attractive or to put it like they do, "Smoking Hot". But this story isn't about the boys at school I've had relations with. No this story is much darker, bordering on disturbing. I take that back, to most people this story is very disturbing.
From what I know now they were watching me for some time, months actually, learning my patterns, classes, friends and life. Once they had enough information on me it was time for them to make their move. I was oblivious, naïve, thinking all was wonderful in my life. Believing I was safe on campus after dark since the walk from Tony's dorm was only five minutes and he was with me. We had just finished making out, instead of full on sex I decided to please him with my mouth tonight to hurry things up. I had some homework I had to do before the morning classes. Once he climaxed, and got dressed again we headed to my dorm.
It was very dark, no moon that night and neither of us saw or heard our attackers until it was too late. Tony went down like a sack of potatoes and the next thing I knew I had a gag in my mouth and a cloth sack over my head. I was hoisted over a shoulder, while struggling to get free, and carried off to who knows where.
Looking back on that night I remembered being terrified and expecting to be hurt, raped or killed the entire time. But that was what was strange and why I have such mixed feelings about it. They never hurt me, never once handled me roughly besides tossing me onto a shoulder. Even when I hit them and struggled they never laid a hand on me to do me harm. Never once called me degrading names or disrespected me in language. It was the exact opposite. They worshipped me! Calling me blessed, perfect, goddess, holy and magnificent. And that was before my clothes were off. The praise only increased as the night went on.
I was carried for a long time, I have no clue exactly how long but it was over an hour, maybe even two. Suddenly the temperature changed to warmer and it felt like I was descending stairs on the man's shoulders. I could hear others around as well but only one carried me. He set me down in a chair and I knew I was inside, surrounded by men. I could smell them. It wasn't a bad smell, musky and rather pleasant but definitely men. I sat frozen, absolutely terrified out of my head. I dared not move off the chair or remove the sack on my head for fear of repercussions. I had full use of my hands and legs but didn't have the guts to do anything because I knew they were all around me. Some time passed and I heard clothing rustling and strange sounds I couldn't decipher.
"Daughter of Eve, thy subjects honor thee in body and mind, calling thee here for the reception of the holy offering. We mean thee no harm, only adoration and devotion. Please remove thine apparel," a man spoke.
He was older by the sound of his voice and the way he talked took me back until his final statement. He wanted me to take my clothes off I think! Was he crazy? I shook my head vigorously in my hood, tears streaming down my face. A few sobs escaped my lips when I couldn't control them.
"Daughter of Eve, the flesh must receive the offering. No harm will come to thee; thy servants abhor violence upon Eve's Daughters. Thy subjects pledge devotion, vowing not a single hair of thy head will be harmed. Please undress," a new voice said, younger this time.
"If you abhor violence and are my subjects then let me go!" I screamed in fear and anger.
"Thy subjects apologize for thine afflictions but the offering must be received. Thou hast been chosen. A great honor has been bestowed upon thy head. Blessings will abound in thy life beyond thy understanding," another voice said.
He was approaching me as he spoke and by the time he was done was directly in front of me. I felt him pull the lace on my left shoe. I freaked out, kicking my foot toward him as hard as I could. I made contact, knocking him back. I froze expecting to be punished for the hard kick but he did nothing in retaliation. This was when I decided my predicament was very odd. The things they were saying, the gentleness they exhibited even after I kicked one of them as hard as I could in the face, was not normal.
Silence set in, I heard the man I kicked get up and move away from me once again. The voices came from around a circle I assumed I was the center of. I waited, frozen in the chair for something to happen. The thing that did, threw me for a loop, I surely wasn't expecting singing. It started with one voice, beautiful and clear in a language I didn't understand. He was joined by another and another until the circle of men was singing. It was a song of devotion, obviously, I guess to me or Eve or both.
The song had a very strange calming effect on me. It wasn't magic or some hypnotic trance. I was fully aware the entire time but the beauty of the tune and feeling of reverence from the men calmed me, almost warming me from the inside out. I began to believe what they had said. I didn't think they were going to hurt me but why did they want me naked and what offering were they talking about and who exactly was going to receive it?
I don't know why, I can't really explain it but after the song I was calm, my crying had stopped, my heart had returned to almost normal and when my other shoe lace was pulled I did nothing. The man at my feet removed my Sketchers gently in almost slow motion. My socks were next and still I didn't move. His hands were warm on my feet and ankles and extremely smooth. After my socks were off he moved back. I heard another man from behind me approach.
"Please stand, goddess," he said politely.
I obeyed, hearing the chair taken from behind me. The ground was warm and cold in spots like some kind of metal was inlaid in a pattern on the floor under my bare feet. The musty aroma was increasing as I stood with the hood still over my head. The man returned to the others and the first man spoke again.
"Thou may remove the shroud if thou desirers, but remember thy humble followers mean thee no ill will. What thou shalt see will confuse thee, possibly frighten but it is only part of the ceremony and a necessity," he explained.
I slowly pulled the hood off my face and stared in horror at a circle of naked men, each with erect penises. They had hoods on themselves, concealing their faces but with holes over the eyes to see. None of them made a move toward me. The calmness I experienced was gone, my heart was racing again and I feared for my life and body. I didn't know what to do or say. There had to be over twenty men, ranging in age from old to young from the bodies I viewed. I watched a few of them maintain their erections with their hands as they began to fall flaccid. Many were oozing and I had a good idea what the offering was now and the musty odor.
"Please remove the rest of thine apparel for the offering," the older man directly in front of me said, motioning to a small red pillow on the floor next to me.
I looked down at the scarlet pillow placed directly in the middle of an intricate design of silver, inlaid on the wood floor. The pattern spread out, weaving around and around in a crisscrossing pattern very much like a Celtic weave but one I've never seen before. Some of the others began stroking their members, keeping themselves aroused, while staring and waiting for me to obey.
"So you want me to strip, kneel and what then?"
"Each of thy subjects will present thee an offering to thy flesh, bathing thee in glory, symbolic of Mother Eve receiving the same," the man answered.
"That's what I thought. And if I do this, will you let me go?"
"Most assuredly, blessed Daughter of Eve."
I knew if they wanted, they could easily overpower me, strip me naked and do whatever they wanted. My only chance was to do as they asked and hope for the best. They weren't going to let me leave until this bizarre ceremony was complete. Some more men stiffened up their members while I debated my options. I noticed the younger men didn't have to stroke as much, their members stayed at attention just by watching me.
They were patient, another sign they weren't going to harm me, but it was a huge struggle to consider removing my clothes in front of all of them. The scent in the room increased and several drops of pre-ejaculate oozed to the wood floor while they waited for my decision.
"What if I don't want to be worshiped and receive this offering? What will you do with me then?" I asked bravely.
"If thou only knew the honor bestowed upon thee during the offering, thou would most graciously accept. From the dawn of man, Daughters of Eve have been given the honor. Only the choicest of Daughters are selected for the tribute. This night is holy, when the planet Venus aligns with the Earth and Sun. Only this night can the offering be given. Thou must accept our offering we beg of thee."
"Why was I selected? I'm sure there are other Daughters that would willingly accept your offering."
"Thou art perfect, selected from hundreds of potentials; thy servants have chosen thee to be the recipient, for thy beauty, form, grace, intellect and spirit."
I was truly taken a back. I've been called hot before but not perfect. I almost felt pride for being selected for their ritual if it wasn't for the abduction and oddity of the whole thing. But I'm sure they knew I would never have come on my own if they would have asked. I also knew that they had been watching me for some time and comparing me with hundreds of other woman. To be selected was quite an odd sensation.
"So, no touching me? You'll just do your thing on my body and that's it?" I asked not knowing how else to put it.
"Correct, the offering is symbolic of our devotion to Eve, giving her our most precious self without physical contact."
I thought about it for another long space of time, as they stood their aroused and oozing. I waited so long each man had small drips of pre-ejaculate in front of him, some more than others. I made up my mind without telling them. Instead I slowly started to unbutton my shirt enough to pull it over my head. I stood there with just my pants and bra on, tossing my shirt to the ground. The stroking became less and less the more clothing I took off. Dropping my pants I kicked them away and only had my underclothes on. All the men were harder than I've seen previous and the production of pre-ejaculate increased, filling the room with their scent.
My bra came off first, quickly followed by my panties. As soon as they were off a man broke the circle toward me and I kind of freaked out, screaming until I realized he was just collecting my clothing and removing them off the symbol on the floor. None of them had to stroke any more at all. They picked me for my beauty and apparently I was doing it for them. Wasting no more time I took my position, kneeling on the soft silk pillow in the center of the room. My nipples hardened in the colder air and my body seemed to be reacting to the smell and sight of all the naked men.
The ritual began as soon as I was in position. They started chanting in the strange language and rhythmically stroking their members to the beat of the music. It was very strange to watch them synchronized in masturbation and hear them chanting. I wondered if they planned on all ejaculating at the same time, which would be quite an achievement let alone sight.
When one of the younger ones broke ranks an approached me I knew the answer. He traveled directly toward me, instead of coming to my front. He was actually slightly behind me to my left. The others continued to chant and then he yelled out his own symbolic praise, splattering me with more semen than I've ever seen before. It was then I realized they had been saving up for this night for who knows how long. He coated my left side, arm and breast with large ropes of sticky warm cum that dripped to the floor and down my naked body. The sensation of his warm semen hitting my body sent jolts of pleasure through me I wasn't expecting.
Once he was finished he bowed his head to me and backed up to the circle. I didn't know how to respond, just giving him a tiny smile while globs of semen dripped to the floor. I didn't move, didn't touch his offering even when it began to cool and itch. The chanting hadn't stopped or the stroking. It was less than a minute before I heard the scream and felt hot semen hitting my back and shoulders. One of them men behind me had silently walked toward me and unloaded his offering with a yell that startled me before I felt his cum. Another impressive load. I turned my head once I knew he was there. He was older than the first and had a much larger penis. He bowed as he finished and returned to the circle. Chills went through my body, stimulating me. It shouldn't have happened but for some reason their offerings were turning me on, arousing my nipples and clitoris.
Seconds' later two more came at the same time, one almost directly in front of me and the other further behind. The guy in the front really had a load and I think the visual of my breasts helped because he bent his penis down to make sure he hit them. They yelled together and unloaded their offerings, splattering my body, further arousing me to the point I wanted to touch myself and grind my hand onto my growing clitoris. My breasts were covered now and more of my left side and back which dropped onto my bent legs and feet after running off my butt.
More and more men approached, bathing me in their offerings until, without any stimulation from myself I climaxed! Kneeling there on the pillow, covered in an insane amount of semen my body hit a peak and orgasm as if I was being made love to or masturbating in my bed. It was unreal how my body felt! I think I actually screamed out in pleasure and I know I was vibrating and clenching up as I felt their warm sticky loads splatter my body until all but my face was covered with strings of gooey hot cum.
The chanting stopped after the last man released his offering and returned to the circle. I was still shaking, in a fit of pleasure, feeling overcome with self worth and importance. I don't know what it was but I really felt like I had just taken part in something very important and not only taken part but was the center of the importance. I looked around the room of men, most of their penises were flaccid but some of the first to offer were erect again. They weren't maintaining them with their hands but just the image of my body covered in shiny, sparkling semen was enough to keep them engorged. A single man turned and took a scarlet robe off the wall behind him and walked into the circle. I stood up and he placed the robe on my naked wet body. The offering was soon sucked up as I wrapped the robe around me. I didn't know what to say or do. I know they heard me scream and saw my body orgasm and I felt a little embarrassed I enjoyed it so much.
"Daughter of Eve, thou doest honor us with thy reception of the offering. Thy orgasm signifies the proper reception from Eve through thee. When thou art ready, thy clothing is awaiting thee. Due to this sacred location thy humble servants must shroud thy eyes again to return thee to thy habitation, leaving thee unharmed," the old man spoke again.
I didn't immediately walk to my clothes it was almost like I didn't want it to end. I don't know for sure but maybe Eve really did somehow accept their offering vicariously through me. It was nuts but it was the only explanation I had to why my body reacted the way it did. After some time I slowly walked to my clothing. Using the robe I cleaned myself off fully and replaced my clothing. The men also redressed and a large, wide individual handed me the hood. I put it on my head and he immediately lifted me up onto his shoulders to carry me back home.
When he set me down and I removed the hood it was just beginning to be light and they were nowhere to be seen. I haven't told anyone what really happened, making up a story to tell Tony. He was fine, just had a bump on his head from being knocked unconscious. We talked to campus police and later city police. I had to continue to state over and over I wasn't sexually assaulted, that the man that carried me off must have had a change of heart and let me go, never revealing what really happened to me. It was the least I could do for my 'humble servants'.
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_The author would like to thank gambit37 for his excellent and timely editing. He makes my stories even more fun to read._ |
19,430 | The Worst Adventure Ever | OneSilky | NonConsent/Reluctance | 2010-10-17 | 2010-10-17 | 2022-01-01 14:47:46 | 1 | literotica.com | https://www.literotica.com/s/the-worst-adventure-ever | A Silky Adventure. | ['Blonde', 'Co-Ed', 'Interracial', 'Redhead'] | 3.97 | Fall comes to Alabama like a gentle kiss; days in the 80's, nights in the 50's. You can wear a sweater to a football game, and still drive topless the next day. In a convertible. The car, God, get your mind out of the gutter!
I'm Silky, and I live with Jessica, my sister /lover and George our Uncle /Daddy /owner. We all sleep in a big bed together, and have a happy normal family. Jess & I are students, George works somewhere. Read my other adventures to learn more about us. Anyway....
George has plenty of money. He gives one quarter of everything he earns to the Church, and one quarter to other charities. We have more than enough, he says. Still, we live in a nice house, drive nice cars, travel, stuff like that. He has some antiques; some old tables and a Japanese sword.
"Why do we have to clean all this shit?" Jess was bitching about doing the chores. We both always bitched about that. "Why don't we hire someone to do this?"
"Because you need to do it," was his standard answer.
"This sword is, like, two hundred years old. All it's good for is to sit on the shelf," Jessie argued.
"If I show you once, will you quit bitching?" He asked.
So he took the sword, and held it in that Kung-Fu style like it was going up his sleeve, and told me to throw a watermelon at his head. Really, he did. So I did, and whup, whup, the sword moved like a rocket, and the melon fell into three exact pieces at my feet.
"Eat up."
We did. But I have to say, we didn't really quit bitching for more than a day or two.
I was through with classes for the day, and I knew George wouldn't be home for a while. I had been out playing golf with Tommy and Will, two guys from the Soccer team; they always think that cheerleaders have no athletic skills. I can always beat them, but I think golf sucks. Only a man would invent a game where you play "holes." I mean, seriously, guys say I played 9 holes today. Doesn't that sound like an orgy?
As if any guy could really play 9 holes; if I said I played 9 'sticks' today you'd know I could, if I wanted to. I went with them because ever since they peeked on us in the locker room, which they don't know I know, anyway, they've been weird. I didn't think them seeing me shove an eco-friendly dildo into Charlotte would have a bad effect. Or seeing with their own eyes that my pussy is as crimson as my team (Roll Tide!) and as unshorn as reputed. Anyway, I meandered toward the house swinging the putter I carried with me, and idly wondering if Jess would be home.
If she was, maybe I'd convince her to lick my pussy. If not, I had a barely used vibrator that still needed breaking in. What is up with Tommy and Will? I kept rolling them around in my mind, but nothing floated to the surface.
As I entered the house, I heard noises. A man's deep voice, not George. Now he certainly doesn't object to the occasional friend, as long as we use condoms, but it's odd to have someone in the house at 3 pm.
I stepped into the great room and saw a naked black man; a huge naked black man. I'm talking nose guard size, and in Alabama that means 300 pounds and 6'3" or more. Jess was on her knees in front of him, and from the sounds was giving him a major blow job.
He crooned, "Thas' it baby, take it all, you good at that, you know you are."
Another cause for alarm. This man knew of Jessie's skills at oral sex. She's famous for them, but not quite to the level of strangers dropping in for a quick suck. I moved quietly across the rug, glad that for once I had worn Reeboks instead of heels. As I moved, I saw that he had Jess's hair wrapped in his hands, tightly. Like, really knotted up. She couldn't move. As I saw more, I saw the bruises on her face, and the crust of dried blood under her nose. Her dress lay in tatters around her, neither on nor off. This huge man with his cock in her mouth was raping her face.
I never even thought, I just jumped and hit him as hard as I could with the putter. He staggered and fell, releasing my sister.
"Jess, who is he? What's happening? Let's call the police!" I ripped my cell out of my pocket.
"No!" She screamed and lunged at me much as I had lunged at him.
"He beat you!"
"It's not the first time," she said in an utterly flat tone.
"Who IS he?"
"He's my pimp. Or he was, for awhile in Chicago."
"Pimp? But that means..."
"Yes, Silky, I used to be a street whore. Named 'Monique'. Before George saved me. Big John, here, used to own me."
"What?" I was overwhelmed.
"We can't call the police because I'm going to kill him. It's the only way to stop him." She looked intent on carrying out her plan.
"I think I already did," I said.
"Naw, he's breathing." Jess evolved into a new, darker, person standing in front of me.
"We can't just KILL him."
"Not 'we', baby girl. Me. I don't care what happens after, if he's dead."
We stood toe to toe, intently eyeing each other. That proved not to be a wise move.
A giant dark mass swatted Jess to the side, as if she were a toy. Moving faster than I could believe, that same nightmare grabbed my hair and lifted me off the floor.
"Well, bitch. Look like Monique got me a present. You'll make me a lot of money with that sweet white skin and those big titties!"
Struggling got me absolutely nowhere. My strongest blows hurt my hands more than his arms, and I simply swayed while I dangled. I felt urine warmly run down my leg, and was ashamed to my deepest soul that this monster had frightened me to a loss of what little control I had.
"Thas' good, little cherry. You might as well get as wet as you can for all this black meat."
It wasn't until that moment that I realized he planned to rape me. Good that I had already peed myself. I struggled even more, if that's possible, but with the same result. I was helpless, in a way I have never been before. I was too afraid to scream. He began to choke me, like crushing a roach beneath his shoe, and I could do nothing.
Slowly he lowered me to the floor, still cutting off my air. I couldn't breathe! No air! I had to get loose! The room got dim and far away, and I no longer knew where I lay.
He let go. Air! Air! Air! I heaved as much as would fill my lungs, and then thought to get away. Useless. He had never regained his pants, and now was fully engorged. I hope he was fully engorged, that thing was bigger than an ebony tree! My panties were gone in an instant flick of his wrist; I felt them tear.
Now the barbarian was fully upon me. I felt his enormous dick crushing its way between my legs. Destroying everything in its path, and rending me asunder. My first time fucking didn't hurt. I was so excited that I felt I could have taken in an elephant; this was the opposite. I was so scared and dry I couldn't fuck a gnat. But the elephant was here, and now, and forcing himself inside my vagina. Every inch was agony, and he apparently had plenty of inches. I couldn't back away, squirm, turn, anything. All I could do was lie there and be ripped apart.
Pain can be fun and very sexy. Rape fantasies can be a turn-on. Being restrained is lots of fun. WITH THE RIGHT PERSON! This was not fun, or sexy, or anything except horrible and awful. He continued to shove his penis inexorably into my bruised and bloody cunt, and I could feel every tear of tissue, every gash of flesh.
Suddenly he shoved with an extra drive, and I cleft beneath him. Had he reached his length? Would he now begin to renew his violation? A second penis suddenly appeared, bloody as a dope smoker's eyeballs, just above my tits, in the middle of his navel. Wait, what? It was gone, I hallucinated. No, there is was again. Gone. Again. Then it left and did not return. He froze, and slowly, like a giant redwood, shifted, moved, and then fell to his side, rolling me first, and then separating from me in a nauseating wrench as his cock sucked out of my pussy.
I didn't understand, except the pain lessened. He lay still, and I realized he had foamy gore oozing from his lips. He shuddered, as if he had somehow reached the ejaculation he strove for in me. And then he didn't move at all.
Jessica stood behind him, lip split, one eye swollen almost shut, and held George's prized Japanese sword sanguine and murderous in her hand.
"I shoved it up his ass." She croaked, in a broken voice. "I finally gave him anal like he gave it to me."
She dropped the sword in a strangely Freudian gesture, and sank to her knees sobbing. I inched my way to her, pain upon pain, and pulled her down to me, and we held each other in the grasp of sisters and wept. We were still there when George came home.
I learned the whole story then, how George had kidnapped Jess (the only name she ever had, to me) and saved her from Big John. How she had been a whore. How she had found love and freedom and family in Alabama, and little old me.
George has lots of resources. He doesn't usually (never) break the law, but this was a special case. Jess was seen in one emergency room (first, I demanded) while I went to another. We both were raped by unknown black assailants. (That's true, except the unknown part.) We described him accurately, except the hole from his anus to his gut part, and he's wanted.
The police won't find him anytime soon, however. We had to cover the whole thing for a few days, but both of us were 'raped on campus' which usually means date rape and we're lying to cover for the guy. Once we could move, we wheeled Big John and the rug into George's Mercedes Benz M-class SUV (which is, as anybody can tell you, made in Alabama) and took a trip to a secret location. There are some very deep abandoned mines within an hour's drive.
Rest in Peace, Big John. God will forgive you. But I'm not God. |
19,431 | Worst Case | cckuay | NonConsent/Reluctance | 2012-09-12 | 2012-10-02 | 2022-01-01 15:45:11 | 3 | literotica.com | https://www.literotica.com/s/worst-case-ch-01 | 1. A hot assassin is captured. 2. She is forced to blow two men. 3. She was taken from behind. | ['Assassin', 'Bondage', 'Cop', 'Crime Drama', 'Female Fight', 'Gangster', 'Handcuffed', 'Revenge', 'Strip Club', 'Undercover'] | 4.09 | _This story is a reposting of a previous tale titled Retribution. I have edited it slightly and renamed it to avoid confusion with other stories that were identically titled._
Dallas
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It was midnight in downtown Dallas. Even though there was barely any traffic, she drove slowly, just under the speed limit. It was her routine to mentally run through the steps over and over during the drive, until she was one mile from her target. Then she would empty her mind and drive as if she was in a trance. The routine had worked for her ever since her Special Forces days in Australia.
When she saw the club located in a windowless abandoned warehouse just south of the city, she drove around the building seven times, circling it like a shark circled its prey. Her mind clicked into business mode, as her metallic silver BMW crisscrossed the large parking lot. She selected a spot under an oak tree, away from the flashing neon lights that screamed "Girls, Girls, Girls!"
Turning off the engine, she hid the key under the passenger seat, and then checked her makeup one last time in the rearview mirror. Her emerald green eyes were surrounded and shadowed by bodacious black ink, as if she was a quarterback in professional football. Her lips were full, hidden under layers of fire-engine red lipstick. She ran her fingers through her platinum blond hair, letting it fall over her face and partially covering her right eye.
She stepped out, balancing herself on the five-inch stilettos. Leaving the car unlocked, she pulled down her leather miniskirt so that her g-stringed panties peeked just above the waistband an inch below her hips. Her halter top was knotted behind her neck, cropped two inches above her navel, and showing off her muscled stomach. Her back was entirely bare, except for an elastic band running below her shoulder blades.
The bouncer thought he saw an Amazon approach in her all black outfit, standing over 6 feet with heels. He could not recognize her, but that was not surprising because he worked only on weekends. His day job was in construction, but with the economy still in the toilet, he had to moonlight on weekends. Because he was not affiliated with any of the gangs, he would later be the only one who mentioned her to law enforcement.
The bouncer looked at her for under a second before opening the door for dancers, which was to the left of the main entrance for guests. The deafening thumping sound of hip-hop slapped her in the face as she entered. She stood still for a few long seconds, letting her eyes adjust.
The room was Texas-large, with dozens of girls moving around in various stages of undress. In the middle of the room, four dancers twirled around four separate poles on the raised platform. The bar was on her left and the restrooms on her right. In the far end of the room was a red sign with the three letters V-I-P.
She crossed the room diagonally and headed for the ladies' room. From the corner of her eye, she spotted Don Giordano. He was celebrating with his top three regional chiefs, each of which had kidnapped and shipped more than ten girls overseas in the last ninety days. Hanging out at the club was his way of motivating his team.
Don caught sight of her over the rim of his glass when she sauntered in front of the men. He whispered to his bodyguard.
"Hey gorgeous, my boss there would like you to join us." The bodyguard came up behind her and squeezed her left elbow with his stronger arm.
She went along with him and asked, "Who is your boss?"
"Doesn't matter who he is. You'll be well compensated, don't worry."
She swayed her hips from side to side and timed her walk to coincide with the music. Anyone watching would have no clue she was a lethal killer.
"Nice to meet you." She bent down as she extended her hand, allowing Don a generous view of her chest. The husky bedroom voice was Don's favorite.
Don banged the glass down in the low table with a crack that was audible above the music. He grabbed her palm with both hands and pulled her in. His long- time bodyguard knew the drill, pushing and rotating her so she ended up sitting on Don's lap.
"Let me introduce you to the gang," Don rubbed himself against her leather skirt, which had slid up to reveal her panties. "This is Uno, Dos, and Tres." He pointed to the three men, all of whom were formally dressed in three-piece suits. Only Don was in a polo shirt and his bodyguard in a black sleeveless shirt.
"Hi," she turned around and shook hands with all three. "My name is Milkshake. You can shake me as much as you like." She bopped up and down on Don's lap, making him harder.
Don rocked from side to side in his armchair, laughing so violently she thought he might just drop dead with a heart attack, saving her the trouble. The rest of the men laughed politely, going along with the boss.
Don coughed and took a deep breath after the violent laughing episode. The DJ came on and announced, "Let's show our appreciation. The girls work only for tips."
Don handed a thick stack of twenties and told his bodyguard to spread his love. Four new girls climbed the steps to the stage, holding hands with the previous girls and taking a bow. New music came on. The previous four climbed down and headed straight to Don's group. All five men now had girls on their laps.
"Let the show begin," Don declared to his top go-getters. It was a signal to start undressing the dancers. Don tried to undo the knot behind her neck. She turned around and kissed him on the lips. Then she licked his earlobe, whispering, "Let's go to the VIP room."
Don had been to the VIP room a hundred times. He snapped his fingers, nodding to his bodyguard. The bodyguard fished out five twenties, reached inside her skirt, and slid it under her g-string. The four men saw their boss ease his three hundred pounds out of the large chair, slowly walking to the VIP room, his hand forcing itself inside the back of her tight leather skirt.
It was pitched dark inside the VIP room, designed for maximum privacy so that nobody inside could see what was being done. The music seemed to be even louder here, with speakers surrounding the large sofa seats. Sitting on his tool, she reached behind her neck and undid the knot, retying the halter top around Don's neck, and teasing him by bouncing her breasts against his face. Don closed his eyes and leaned back.
She grabbed his hair and pressed his face hard against her chest, flattening his nose. Squeezing her breasts together, she straddled him and stopped his oxygen flow for a few seconds. The move was new to him, bringing him into paradise. She knew he liked it when his hand started reaching inside her panties. She guided him until he could insert his thumb into her. He found her moist, warm, and welcoming. At that point, she knew she had him totally under control.
Gyrating to the music, she let his thumb stay inside. His ring finger started to explore her, looking for another point of entrance. She adjusted her weight and let him find it. With two fingers holding her like a bowling ball, she filled his mouth with her tongue and pinched his nose. The deprivation of oxygen turbocharged him as she rode on his fingers, driving them both into uncharted territory. Before the end of the first song, he exploded inside his pants.
When the second song started, she removed his shirt, teasing his nipples and biting on them as she did so. Then she stepped out of her panties, inserting it in his mouth. Going around him, she held his own shirt over his face and tied it in such a way he was blindfolded. He could no longer see where she was. He felt her pull his pants down to his ankles. With rapid strokes on his manhood, he was not sure whether it was her hand or mouth.
He felt her hands move behind him, expertly massaging his temples and the back of his spine. God, she was good. He felt soft and relaxed everywhere except for his hard member. She tightened the blindfold, then pinched his nose and pushed her panties further in. He choked slightly, but enjoyed the airy feeling of near asphyxiation. When she released his nose and mouth half a minute later, he breathed deeply and exploded a second time.
The third song was a slow number. She circled around and wiped off his semen with her hair. Gee, he would give anything to have her. It would have to be outside the club because actual sex was illegal in a Dallas club.
Don was making plans on how to enjoy her for the night when he felt the strangulation on his neck. Too late, he realized she was twisting her halter top as tightly as she could, pulling it up so his butt was an inch above the chair. Surely her top would not be strong enough and would break was his dying thought. He screamed and used up the remaining air in his lungs.
The bouncer saw her left the club. Strangely, she was wearing a polo shirt too large for her. The BMW sped out of the parking lot, crushing the gravel under it as if they were grapes.
By the time Captain Laria got there, all the witnesses had left. The police had no reason to hold the customers. The girls also had nothing to say. As was usual with gang killings, everyone claimed they did not see or hear anything. Even the crew who worked in the club claimed they did not know Don Giordano, and did not even notice the woman who killed him.
Cody Laria ducked under the yellow tape. He stepped over the body of Don Giordano, the boss of the Lone Star Dudes, part of a international white slavery ring. Cody had known all along about the lucrative business of his gang. He just did not have any evidence to nail the cocksucker in a court of law. None of his informants in the criminal underworld were willing to testify in open court. Even if one of them was somehow foolhardy to do so, the jury would not believe witnesses who had rap sheets as long as the length of their forearms.
The bouncer was the only exception. Aware that people were watching him, he did not say anything at the scene. But later he called Captain Laria.
Motel 6
A week later, close to midnight, Cody Laria stood in the DFW airport, waiting for her, alone. The next day was his day off. Hours before, he had just completed the investigation and filed the report. All the bouncer could tell was that she was tall, blond, and athletic. Nobody else could identify her.
The sketch artist had worked with the bouncer to produce a generic picture, narrowing down the search to several million women in the country with German, Swedish, or Norwegian descent. Law enforcement personnel in Minnesota and the Upper Midwest were notified. But since the victim was a known crime figure, it was considered low priority. It would soon be another cold case.
It was her habit to spend a week in the Caribbean after each job. Almost all her jobs were strictly for business, with clients paying top dollar for her unique skills. She had one huge advantage, few people in the criminal underworld knew who she was. She had lived her previous life in Australia and had been trained there.
But with Cody, she worked purely for altruistic reasons. Cody had a list of criminals involved in sadistic and heinous ventures. They could not be brought to justice using the legal system. Once a year, she performed a pro bono job for him. Sexual criminals were the animals she detested the most.
Cody drove the same BMW to the airport, but with the plates switched. It was risky to do so, but it was the gambling adrenalin that they both craved. Twice, in the last two years, Cody had waited for her when she returned.
Cody saw her at the back of the entire crowd from the 747. She liked to be the last passenger to clear customs. She was wearing a white tube top and low- slung skinny jeans. The bikini lines on her were obvious.
They embraced hard. She was strong, tightening her grip until he felt slightly difficult to breathe. Then she eased up and smiled. In the airport shuttle bus, they had their arms around each other. They looked at each other knowingly, no words spoken.
Once the car left the multi-storied parking lot, her head was between his legs. He drove with one hand, the other struggling inside her tight jeans. Her lips were on his jeans, chewing off the button, unzipping, fumbling, and freeing up his hard cock. His driving was erratic, but he knew there were no cops on this stretch of the freeway. When he stopped at a gas station, he bought 24 cans of beer.
Minutes later, they were at a Motel 6. They liked the feeling of being cheap and dirty. Also, Cody knew the owner, an ex-con whom Cody had helped to obtain the necessary business licenses. Tumbling into the hard bed, they quickly satisfied each other. Then they inhaled the cheap beer and fucked each other's brains out again. They went to the bathroom, threw up, and then repeated the cycle until they lost count and passed out.
The next morning, she was still sleeping when he went out to buy her favorite breakfast, Sausage McMuffin from McDonald's. While he was gone, a black Mercedes pulled up to the motel. Three masked men dressed in black emerged, with the driver remaining in the car, engine running.
Katherine Solo, trained in the Australian Special Forces, and currently one of the most successful assassin in the world of gang killings, heard the unmistakable clicks of lock picking. Still slightly intoxicated, defenseless and no weapons within reach, she barely had time to arrange the pillows, placing the blankets to resemble a sleeping person. Relying on the faint light through the cracks in the shades, she took her clothes with her and crept to a position behind the kitchen counter. Kat opened the kitchen drawer and retrieved two forks and a frying pan.
The door knob turned, three men entering in single file, moving stealthily to surround three sides of the bed, ready to pounce. The leader, standing at the foot of the bed, held a Glock with a silencer. The other two men had large knives. One of the men also carried two pairs of handcuffs.
From her small makeup mirror, she saw the three men. Only one of them had a gun. She mentally marked him as target number one. She also saw the handcuffs hanging from the belt of one of the men. This was good news because it meant they were here to kidnap her, not to kill. If she disabled the gun, the men would not be killing with the knives, immensely increasing her odds.
The blanket was removed, revealing the pillows. "Where the fuck is she?" The leader's voice sounded panicky.
"The boss would not be happy if we fucked up." The man with the handcuffs said.
"Especially when we boasted about how we'd all take turns to fuck the shit out of the whore." The man shook his knife to make his point.
The leader suddenly put his index finger on his lips, pointing at the attached bathroom. He walked towards it, the two men followed closely. When the leader stepped into the narrow doorway, his back facing the kitchen, Kat leapt out from under him and stabbed his scrotum with both forks. He doubled over in pain, dropping the Glock into the toilet bowl. When he instinctively turned around, Kat hit him squarely in the face with the frying pan. Target one was out of action.
Kat ducked just in time when she heard the jingling sound of handcuffs from the man behind her. Although he had a knife, he was trying to hit her head using the heavy metal cuffs. When he missed, she spanned around and swept his ankles from under him. He fell hard on top of the leader.
The third man rushed towards her, only to be slammed on the face by the bathroom door. Dazed, he lost his grip on the knife. When the door opened again, he saw a blur of movements and felt a kick in the gut. Next thing he knew, Kat was behind him, smashing his head into the mirror. He tasted blood and cussed.
Kat hurriedly jumped into her skinny jeans, pulled the tube top over her hair and head, roughly stretching it across her chest. She could hear the men clumsily getting to their feet in the bathroom. She thought about going back to knock them out, but decided instead to flee.
Stepping out, the sun blinded her for a split second. Cody was on his knees, two feet to her left, his hands on his head. A semiautomatic was behind him, the red laser light precisely in the middle of his head. The motel owner was holding the Uzi.
They had been betrayed.
"Go back inside or he dies." The fourth man spoke softly but firmly.
Inside the room, the fourth man kicked behind her knees, forcing her to kneel, facing the wall. She could not see, but felt the presence of several men behind her. Her arms were twisted behind her, her wrists cuffed. Then her elbows were forced unnaturally and painfully to touch each other. Another pair of handcuffs were snapped shut just above her elbows. When her elbows were released, they sprang out, tightening the cuffs and cutting into her bare flesh.
With her doubly secured, the men tied Captain Laria's hands and legs using telephone cord. Finally, she was yanked by the hair and lifted up to her feet.
Doubly cuffed, her tube top pushed to her waist, she was brought back to the club.
_To be continued . . ._
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19,432 | Worst. Roommate. Ever. | GayTripper | NonConsent/Reluctance | 2019-12-28 | 2019-12-28 | 2022-01-01 15:45:13 | 1 | literotica.com | https://www.literotica.com/s/worst-roommate-ever | Camgirl Candace gets caught in the act. | ['Camgirl', 'College', 'Domination', 'Lesbian', 'Non-Con', 'Noncon', 'Oral', 'Roommates'] | 4.48 | _This is a F/F tale of submission, control, and subjugation. Both main characters are eighteen years of age. Oral sex, anal sex, pain, humiliation and more are all on the table. Even if those subjects aren't your particular cup of tea I suggest you still stick with this one. You might be surprised._
*****
Candace fidgeted with the detachable camera lens affixed to the top of her laptop monitor. The studious girl chewed her lip in consternation as she scrutinized the mirrored video recording displayed on the computer screen. A girl in her late teenage years with pale, milky-white skin and long lashes surrounding her tapered, almond-shaped eyes stared back at Candace through the camera feed. The long blonde hair stretching past Candace's bare shoulders and spilling down her back in wavy curls had been dyed from its natural dirty- yellow color to a glossy platinum sheen that would pop with glistening effect whenever she was on camera.
Candace wore an expensive set of lacy pink lingerie that turned out to be more than worth the price of retail considering her rate of return every time she donned the skimpy outfit. Soft, silky straps bound her breasts rather than covering them and emphasized nearly every rounded detail of her healthy young chest. While Candace's nipples remained tastefully concealed beneath those thin straps, the material could easily be pulled aside to expose the brown, pebbly areolae encircling her hard, pointed buds. She could even reveal the entire bulging mounds of her teenaged tits if she so desired.
Candace was a small, skinny girl who couldn't hope to match the massive endowments of some of her camgirl peers but her medium-sized breasts were naturally perky with a very pleasing bounce and lift to them. She wore a skimpy pair of frilly pink lace panties that showed off the bare skin of her immaculately shaved legs and thighs. While the front of her underwear effectively covered her crotch a thin string sliding up through her buttcrack left Candace's supple bottom cheeks brazenly exposed.
In her "civilian" life Candace's lovely assets rarely turned heads, mostly because she never allowed anyone to actually see them. Candace wore large, round glasses and modest, unflattering clothing that obscured her true figure. Candace grew up in an extremely conservative and religious household. During Candace's pubescent period, her high-strung, overbearing mother noticed with displeasure exactly what kind of body her daughter was developing. She took great pains to keep her baby girl pure by dressing her like the dorkiest choir girl in existence and forcing Candace to wear glasses that took up half the real estate on her face rather than purchase any contact lenses that might showcase the gorgeous hazel-green shade of her pupils.
Subsequently, no high school boys ever really hit on Candace but that was just fine by her. Boys were distracting and she couldn't afford any distractions. Candace attended one of the most prestigious public universities in the country and couldn't possibly afford the expensive tuition rates without qualifying for scholarships. Those benefits only covered the cost of classes though, she still had books to purchase along with paying for her own room and board. Retaining her scholarships meant maintaining a high GPA in an unforgiving field of study which left precious little time for keeping a steady job. Fortunately, Candace found ulterior methods for making ends meet.
Finally satisfied with her appearance and assured that the door to her dorm room was firmly shut and locked, Candace logged onto the website that hosted the "room" where she held her erotic camera sessions. When her online handle "xxxCandySweetBootiexxx" popped on the screen in bright pink letters, Candace flipped her striking blonde hair backwards as she flashed the biggest, brightest smile she could muster.
"Hey guys, Candy's back! Who's ready to have some fun tonight?"
Replies of agreement and ribald encouragement instantly cluttered the comment field. With so many big-titted, skanky girls camming on this website, Candace was continually amazed by how rapidly she developed a devoted fanbase. Perhaps this online community was finally looking for something real, a nice plain- spoken Midwestern gal who lacked any plastic embellishment and liked listening to classic and alternative rock rather than shitty rap songs with beats and rhythms made only for twerking booty. The truth was, underneath her thick glasses and loose-fitting clothing Candace was an absolute knockout and the fact that hundreds of people were drooling and beating off to her image made Candace feel both desirable and empowered.
After numerous user requests, Candace started updating her profile to include the dates and times for her upcoming performances. There were thirty users ready and waiting to join her room as soon as Candace logged on and that number was already climbing. Time for work.
Candace idly chatted with her guests for some time then as a teasing promise for what was to come she held up to the camera every single toy she planned on using this evening. Lying on a towel beside the nest of blankets Candace knelt upon was a varied assortment of vibrators, dildos, buttplugs, anal beads, paddles, and more. Candace could earn hundreds over the course of only a few hours work and those tips only went up the more she toyed with herself. She expected to demonstrate the use of every one of these implements of torture and pleasure before logging off for the night.
Even if she found a regular part-time job, Candace could never make enough to afford college. Her parents weren't exactly well-off and their generosity was scant and half-hearted at best. They would prefer that Candace become the dutiful housewife to a rich husband rather than pursue her desired medical career as a nurse or doctor. Mom and Dad gave her pocket change but couldn't provide much more help beyond that.
Those old prudes never suspected that beneath her modest, chastely exterior, Candace held secrets that would have shamed them. Candace's friends and family never would have believed that their precious baby girl and their dorky classmate had a chronic addiction to masturbation or believed that she regularly perused erotic fiction online since her parents were too naive to block access to those websites from their home wifi network. Candace read every variety and genre of porn voraciously but stories featuring exhibitionism, humiliation, anal sex, and weirdly enough lesbian sex tended to affect her the most deeply. This last one was especially perplexing considering Candace held zero attraction to any of the girls she knew. But touching herself under her sheets while reading naughty stories late into the night fulfilled a desperate yearning in Candace that soon progressed into a compulsion.
Before leaving for college, Candace used this newfound sexual knowledge to pursue alternative forms of employment. When she originally went down the seedier path of financial compensation, Candace briefly considered a stripping career. She took dance lessons as a kid and knew she looked fantastic naked. That should be enough to make a little cash. Candace had a distant older cousin who had been shunned by the rest of her family when they discovered she regularly took her clothes off and danced for money. Candace still kept in touch despite her cousin's decadent lifestyle and when Candace revealed her intentions, she recommended Candace consider performing online instead. It made sense. The rewards were potentially greater and Candace would never have to deal with handsy customers or even serve those clients face-to-face.
Her curiosity piqued, Candace began browsing camgirl websites and soon became addicted to watching other girls take their clothes off and play with themselves. She had to be extremely cautious in her viewing habits while still living at home with her parents but nearly every night Candace ended up jilling off while she observed sexy girls online and learned their tricks.
Candace practiced flirting with the talent and also with other commenters lurking in the chatrooms of her favorite models. Attention to her increased dramatically once she demonstrated she was provably female. Sending a few compromising Snapchat photos of herself wearing only her underwear to some of the friendlier commentariat took care of that. Already Candace's clientele was being built.
Rather than saving up for a new car or for her mounting college expenses, Candace used the meager income from her minimum-wage job bagging groceries to invest in a new laptop computer, a high-definition camera and some decent sound equipment. Down in her parent's basement whenever they weren't at home, Candace practiced stripping for the camera without an audience. Her friends would have been shocked to see the nerdy, withdrawn girl they thought they knew taking off all her clothes and using her reflection to practice her dirty talk.
Once she grew comfortable enough in her own skin, Candace created a profile on her favorite camgirl website. She linked this profile to the private bank account she had opened after her eighteenth birthday and since then managed to keep hidden from her parents. Finally she was prepared to do the unthinkable.
Candace was so nervous the first time she performed for a real audience she almost peed herself but the response to her show had been overwhelmingly enthusiastic and encouraging. Candace finally earned compensation commensurate to her efforts which far surpassed what she could make with her lame hourly wage from working at the local supermarket. As Candace's popularity exploded her erotic displays grew increasingly more daring. It wasn't long before she could afford expensive and risque underwear to wear for her shows as well as kinky sex toys she could use on herself. All for the enjoyment of her loyal audience.
Candace's greatest initial fear was that she might be recognized online. For her first performances Candace either wore exotic masks or dressed herself in elaborate, colorful wigs. Eventually though she overcame the terror of having her secret double-life revealed. Candace figured once she'd changed her hairstyle, ditched the glasses, shed her restrictive outerwear and altered her introverted personality entirely her online persona would become nearly unrecognizable. She retained her regular questionable fashion sense and shy, aloof nature in real life (perhaps to the detriment of her social status) to further cement the illusion that she was two entirely different people. Candace found the experience oddly liberating and soon discovered that when she became Candy she turned into a natural exhibitionist.
Most people don't realize how much work goes into becoming an erotic model and then maintaining that demanding lifestyle, especially when you had to keep your professional identity clandestine. Candace primped and plucked every single day to eradicate every last follicle of hair from her body, especially those really annoying ones on her upper lip that should have been blonde and transported but somehow weren't. She underwent strict regimens of skin care and facial treatments on top of having her hair elegantly trimmed and styled and her nails professionally manicured and polished. The constantly changing outfits and toys she employed weren't cheap either and it was a while before Candace's revenue was totally in the black.
An hour before every show Candace snuck across the floor of her dormitory to one of the few private showers where she would wash herself inside and out. Candace's growing penchant for including anal play in her performances necessitated the use of an enema kit to avoid any accidents. The procedure felt weird during the first go-rounds but over time the routine purging of wastes from her system became a strangely pleasurable ritual and the cleansing act often got her in the perfect mood and state of mind for performing. Candace even took a couple Gas-X pills before every new session as a preventative measure against any gas or bloating. Some weirdos might enjoy gross fetishes like that but it wouldn't do for Candace to rip ass the first time she spread her anus open for the camera.
Candace knew if her loved ones learned the truth about her she would be derided as a slut or called even worse but the frightening chance of discovery only made Candace's double-life as Candy more exhilarating. The truth was that Candace got off on shaking her ass in front of a camera and spreading her cheeks apart to expose her tight, pink asshole to hundreds of complete strangers. Maybe her life was simply that sad and uninteresting but Candace never experienced any greater thrill than hearing the *ching* of tips racking up while she stuck increasingly larger objects up an asshole that had become quite flexible from constant use. Candace got so excited from performing that most of her on-camera orgasms were unsimulated.
As Candace knelt on a blanket in front of the camera she squeezed and caressed her breasts enticingly while greeting her regular customers by name. Candace exaggerated her girlish squealing noises a little bit as she pinched her nipples hard and teased the budding nips until they swelled and stuck out. She chatted with some newcomers she hadn't seen before too, taking great pains to be inclusive. Candace knew her bubbly, friendly personality was a large part of her appeal. That and how nice her fully bared breasts appeared when she slid the straps of her top to the side just like she was doing right now. Candace gave a gleaming smile and thanked her benefactor when she heard the chime indicating she had received her first tip of the evening.
The lens of the webcam had been strategically positioned to perceive as little of Candace's dorm room as possible. She overdecorated the section that was visible and made sure to remove any background items that might act as clues to her location or identity. Candace also tried her best to keep her roommate's bed and her half of the room out of frame. Ah yes, her roommate.
The most difficult transition when moving from her parent's house to college wasn't adjusting to university life or learning how to live on her own. Transferring Candace's increasingly lucrative production to the more confining space of a dorm room was far more problematic. Candace also had to share a bedroom for the very first time. The perks and pitfalls of growing up as an only child, Candace supposed.
The roommate randomly assigned to Candace by the university's Housing office was a sophomore named Marla, a somewhat rude and ill-tempered young woman with a boyish cut of short, shaggy brown hair and a larger body frame. Marla played in the schools' rugby club and every inch of her from both the horizontal and vertical directions showed it. Girl's rugby wasn't one of the sports officially sanctioned by the athletic department but their squadron did play against similar clubs of other universities in the same region and Marla was one of their star players.
Candace had no choice but to plan her sessions around Marla's personal schedule which took a significant bite out of her income. The thought of switching roommates crossed Candace's mind early on in the semester but Marla's general shyness kept her from ever being purposefully intrusive. Candace worried that if she tried seeking a new roommate she'd only be assigned someone worse so in the end she decided to stick with Marla and deal with the awkward situation for the rest of the school year.
Candace put all thoughts of Marla out of her mind as she gratefully accepted a large tip from one of her regulars. With the first tip threshold met, Candace proceeded to pull her skimpy clothing off piece by piece while she danced sexily around the room, swinging her hips and shaking her ass to the tune of Led Zeppelin's "Hey Hey, What Can I Do".
After ridding herself of all clothing except for her pink stiletto heels, Candace grabbed one of the larger dildos she owned and lubed up its head and shaft with a slick water-based solution. Whilst stroking the dildo suggestively, Candace also positioned herself with her plush backside facing the camera then she backed herself into the lens until her round cheeks and the valley of hidden treasure between them became visible from up close.
_Hey, a girl's gotta know how to multitask_ , Candace thought as she looked back at her sweet ass then blew a kiss at the camera.
Candace slid the length of the slickened toy up and down her crack most teasingly until with a loud squeak she pushed the curved tip of the dildo into the damp channel of her pussy. She wanted nothing more than to bury its entire length inside her begging sex but she refrained from further penetration at first. Candace waited and then grinned when she overheard the ringing chime of multiple tips accumulating. In response, she groaned and pushed the toy deep inside her body. The natural and unnatural lubricants surrounding the dildo made loud, sexy squelching noises as the shaft squished in and out of her. Candace was so aroused and ready she didn't even have to fake her moans.
Candace became so distracted by her mounting wealth and by the pleasurable sensations generated by the dildo sliding in and out of her body that she never heard the click of a door unlocking nor bothered to look up when the door to her dorm room swung open.
"What the _fuck_ is going on in here?" a gruff female voice raged.
Candace's eyes grew wide with shock and she dropped the dildo to the floor with a sickening splat. She killed the music before scrambling to disconnect the camera. Before Candace could log off her session, the same voice shouted out, "Freeze! Don't move a muscle, bitch." Candace flushed red with embarrassment and an overwhelming sense of shame compelled her to obey the order.
Not knowing what else to do, Candace stopped and stared straight into the camera. The onscreen feed reflected Candace's terror-stricken expression back at her. Found out! And by the absolute worst person imaginable! Despite clear orders not to, Candace came to her senses and reached desperately for her laptop. But before she could shut the screen Candace felt a hand tighten its grip in her hair and pull her backwards until she landed on her soft rump.
"Oh no you don't!" Marla said with admonishment as she dragged Candace away kicking and screaming.
Candace stared fearfully up at Marla, still frozen in distress over the shock of being caught bare-assed and dildoing herself and also very concerned about what Marla might do to her now. In contrast to Candace's nudity, Marla wore a pair of tight workout pants that fit snugly over her thick, muscled thighs and her huge fat ass. For her top she was wearing a loose-fitting T-shirt still damp with sweat from her earlier rugby practice. The tall, wide girl loomed menacingly above Candace while her roommate cowered beneath her.
"Please, let me turn it off!" Candace begged.
Marla ignored Candace's pathetic plea and said, "So _this_ is what you're doing whenever I'm at practice or one of my games. When you told me you needed privacy for an evening I already figured you just wanted to watch smut in peace while you spanked your clit for a few hours. I had no idea you were doing it for an audience though!"
Marla turned and waved to the webcam while shouting enthusiastically, "Hey guys! Do you like watching this stupid skinny bitch get naked and stick big dildos inside her slutty little cunt?"
In response, Candace heard the ding of one of her viewers leaving her a tip. At least one person out there in cyberspace enjoyed watching her tormented embarrassment.
Marla leaned closer to the screen while maintaining such a tight, unrelenting hold on Candace's hair that she threatened to tear Candace's locks out at the roots if her victim tried twisting away from Marla's grip.
Marla cackled, "Candy Sweet Booty! Oh, that's rich! Here, turn around and show everybody your namesake again. Go on then."
Marla smacked Candace on her behind hard enough to leave a red handprint and spur Candace into turning around and shoving her naked ass into the camera.
"Wow that really is a sweet booty, isn't it fellas!" Marla said with a mocking laugh and a cloying wink at the camera. An accompanying ding showed that at least one other person agreed with her. "Come on, Candy! You were gonna give them a show, weren't you? Spread those sweet cheeks wide open!"
Candace whimpered helplessly as she reached back and parted her buttocks to reveal a close-up view of her hairless asshole and the tan parted lips of her pussy. The camera was zoomed in close enough to reveal the glistening pink inside of Candace's vagina and the wrinkled spiral of an anus that had become tightly clenched and puckered ever since Candace burst into the room.
"Why are you doing this to me?" Candace sobbed. "You're being so mean!"
"You stupid, simpering little bitch!" Marla snarled. "This was a gross invasion of my privacy. All my shit is in the background of your homemade porn! If anyone I know was desperate enough to watch your skanky ass online they could have figured out this was my room. I would hate for my acquaintances to think I actually approved of having slutty trash for a roommate. I bet I could get you kicked out of school for this. That's what I should do, anyway."
"Oh, please!" Candace wrung her hands and begged in desperation. She saw all her dreams for the future dematerializing before her eyes. "Please no! You can't!"
"Like hell I can't," Marla said incredulously though she had begun thoughtfully stroking her chin while staring down at the hot, naked girl seated before her. "You seem desperate, though. Very desperate. Hmmm. What if we made a deal instead, _Candy_?"
"O-oh-okay," Candace replied with a sad little sniff. "What kind of deal?"
Their conversation could be overheard but not seen with the camera view still blocked by Candace's pale-skinned, pinkish-tinged asshole.
"How about you do anything I tell you to on camera for the next two hours and also you have to split your tips with me 70-30," Marla suggested. "And I do mean anything, by the way. If you refuse to obey or resist in any way, the deal's off. In exchange for agreeing to those terms the only people who will ever know what a fucked-up whore you are is you, me, and all your loyal followers. Does that sound agreeable, fellas?"
A riotous clamor of ringing cash register noises sounded from Candace's laptop. Candace cringed at hearing such an enthusiastic response to her unwilling exploitation.
"You have such loyal fans, Candy," Marla said with mock admiration. "They really love watching you degrade yourself for their amusement. Why don't you peel those fat pink flaps open and show everyone the moneymaker that you love selling glimpses of so much?"
Candace reached behind and used her index fingers to stretch her labia apart and show her audience the glistening pink tissues of the tunnel leading into the dark of her vagina. She shivered when she experienced a whisper of cool air entering her unfurled opening as she stretched herself wide and let nearly a thousand onlookers and counting inspect her privates from up-close.
"Play with it," demanded Candace's tormentor. "Quit crying and pretending you don't like the attention, cunt. I can see your slutty pussy is drooling already. The thought of a bunch of people watching you finger your cooch is getting your skanky ass all hot and bothered. You'd better do more than just tease, though. These folks are paying to see a show."
Candace's body stiffened and she sighed loudly as her bent fingers rubbed over an increasingly squishy mound of heated flesh. As if this situation wasn't embarrassing enough, based on her bodily reaction there was clear evidence that some part of her psyche actually enjoyed her degradation. Candace squeezed her clitoris hard between her thumb and index finger while she poked her other fingers into the tantalizingly warm depths within herself. Clear fluids dripped from Candace's genitals down her fingers as the reluctant masturbator shuddered and a languorous moan exhaled softly from her throat.
"That's more than enough, tramp," Marla said with disapproval as she slapped Candace's hand away from her pussy. "I don't want you enjoying yourself too much and shooting your nasty come all over the floor I have to walk across every day."
Candace whimpered and whined as she was denied the orgasm she had been working hard to attain since well before Marla's interruption.
"Hey Candy, I see you have plenty of big fat dildos for your loose cunt but what are these long skinny ones for? Wait a second. Oh man, these wonderful toys are meant for asses, not cunts! Ew, does that mean you finger your dirty booty on camera, then? Oh my God! You do, don't you? You nasty little buttslut! You have to show everyone just how you do it now!"
Candace whimpered even more loudly as she redirected a pussy-damp finger towards an anus that twitched and clenched in alarm at what was coming. Candace gently pet the outer rim of her anal entrance without attempting entry.
"Jesus, stop tickling your butthole and stick your finger in already," Marla complained. "These boys aren't paying for teasing, they're paying for penetration. I wanna see you stick your entire finger up there and wriggle it around and around."
Candace cried out with a pathetic little wail as she carefully poked her long pink-polished fingernail through her asshole then slowly pushed the rest of her finger inside the tightened orifice. Candace gasped as the very last knuckle touched her backside and she could experience the full length of her digit penetrating the most forbidden zone of her body. Candace stretched and exercised the clenched muscle of her sphincter as she used her finger to explore the cramped, narrow interior of her humid rectum.
"Oh yeah buttslut, that's the good stuff right there," Marla said viciously as she reached behind Candace and grasped the model's pert buttocks in the palms of her hands. "Finger yourself right in that dirty little hole you push your shit out of."
Candace looked up at Marla with her mouth gaped open in alarm. Other than some hair-pulling, name-calling, and a slap on the butt, her degradation up to this point had been impersonal rather than direct. But now Marla was touching Candace's private areas and spreading her ass apart to lend a clearer view of Candace sticking a finger up her own butt.
"Two fingers, Candy," Marla suggested in an imperious tone that indicated this was no suggestion at all. "Impress us all with your... flexibility."
Candace grunted with exertion as she carefully worked a second finger inside her asshole so it could join its place alongside the other. After poking at the rim a few times the double digit pushed through yielding flesh and Candace's mouth opened wide with a loud gasp as her anus stretched wider to accommodate the greater diameter of her intruding digits. Candace worked both fingers in and out of her butt to loosen up her asshole and hopefully relieve some of the burning pain caused by penetration.
"There you go," Marla said encouragingly. "Nice and easy to start with while you play with that sexy pink butthole."
Candace felt hands leaving her bottom then heard a pop just before cool felt pressed down on her lower back. The weird sensation moved across Candace's body as Marla used a Sharpie to write on her in large block letters. Candace used her innate sense of touch to guess what Marla wrote and was horrified to realize she spelt "ENTER BUTTSLUT HERE" with each individual word occupying its own row down her back. The unmistakable downslash and angled point Marla drew last created an arrow that pointed directly toward Candace's finger- stuffed asshole.
"Where are your fingers right now?" Marla asked Candace as her roommate's face turned red with humiliation.
"In my ass," Candace whispered back inaudibly.
"What was that?" Marla said as she raised a hand to her ear. "Louder, please."
"My fingers are in my butt!" Candace wailed, knowing exactly what Marla wanted to hear. "I'm a stupid buttslut just like you said!"
"Call it your shitter, not your butt," Marla corrected. "And tell me how deep. I like hearing all those nasty details."
"My fingers are all the way inside my shitter," Candace replied hopelessly as she hung her head in shame. "I can feel my fingertips and knuckles moving around inside my ass."
"And you like that feeling, don't you?"
Candace gasped as she touched a particularly sensitive spot within her bowels. She shuddered as her anus clenched around her fingers involuntarily.
"I love it, Ma'am."
"Jesus, you're so fucking gross," Marla said with revulsion twisting her expression. "What kind of dirty, disgusting person would stick their fingers up their fudge factory while hundreds of people watched?"
Candace had some thoughts on which of them was the disgusting one but she wisely kept those to herself. She used to own her kinky sexuality, reveled in it even. But Marla's insults and bullying had broken down Candace's defenses. Candace burst out crying at the realization that she truly was a disgusting person. Candace wept loudly with hot tears running down both cheeks while she used her driving fingers to fuck herself even harder in the ass.
"Oh my God, you look so sexy when you cry like this, Candy," Marla said with mocking laugh. "It's no wonder you're able to make a living slutting it up online. Just don't forget while you're weeping and blubbering that you brought all this on yourself by being such a disgusting cow."
Candace whimpered in response then squeaked loudly as she shoved both her fingers back up her asshole as far as they could reach.
Marla slapped at Candace's hand and growled, "That's enough playing with your pooper for now. I know you could just keep fucking your ass for forever since you love it so much but not everyone wants to keep watching you be so gross and disgusting."
Marla tangled her fingers in Candace's disheveled hair and yanked her back up to a kneeling position. She grabbed Candace by the palm of her hand and held the girl's two dirtied fingers up to Candace's nose.
"What does it smell like, bitch?" Marla demanded. "Tell us all what your fingers smell like."
Candace cringed as she sniffed at her fingers then whispered, "They smell like ass."
"Louder so everyone can hear," Marla said.
"They smell like my ass!" Candace practically wailed. "Like they've been fingering my shitter!"
" _Taste it_ ," Marla said with conviction as she grabbed Candace's wrist and shoved her fingers into her mouth.
Candace shook her head vehemently and tried turning away when her fingers brushed against her lips but after suffering Marla's persistence Candace finally give up and swallowed her filthy digits. Candace's lips parted around her stinky fingers and her cringe turned into a sour expression when she first learned what the inside of her shithole tasted like.
"Yeah, just like that, bitch," Marla said as she moved Candace's fingers in and out of the girl's tightly-shut mouth. "Suck all that nasty ass-flavor off your fingers. You are so fucking gross, Candy. You were just touching the shit-smeared inside of your ass and now those same fingers are in your mouth."
The dinging clamor of online tips and Marla's lewd comments comprised the soundtrack to Candace's utter degradation. Her audience must be absolutely loving this based on the frequency of their donations. The crude way Marla spoke to her made Candace so uncomfortable, like she really was a worthless, cheap piece of meat. Perhaps that was the entire point of it. She'd never felt ashamed when performing on camera before, even whilst speaking as filthily as her roommate but now shame and embarrassment flushed Candace's cheeks a deep red and made her entire body feel feverishly warm. The initial shock of discovery led to this grim acceptance of her proper place in the world now: on her knees, head bowed, with her tits and ass thrust out for others to admire and molest as they pleased.
"Now turn to the camera and give a wave and a smile, dear," Marla suggested. "Such a naughty girl for neglecting your loyal fans tonight."
Salty tears ran down both sides of Candace's face as she turned to the webcam and forced a toothy smile that couldn't quite conceal the panic and despair showing in her eyes. Candace waved to the camera while sitting supplicantly on her knees beneath her tormentor. Her mask dropped for an instant when Marla reached down to caress her cheeks and the back of her neck. Candace shivered as Marla gently petted her head like she was some kind of pet dog but as a consummate professional Candace retained her happy facade even when the expression behind her bright blue eyes screamed for aid.
Marla brandished her Sharpie like a deadly weapon as she advanced menacingly upon Candace. She pulled her roommate's hair back and scrawled upon her forehead before next writing on Candace's chest over the flat space just above her breasts. When Marla drew back from the view of the camera the guests watching Candy's room saw that "STUPID" had been written on Candace's pate while in even larger block letters the word "SLUT" had been imprinted on her chest.
"Oh, fabulous!" Marla said as she admired her handiwork. "But not quite finished yet."
Marla pushed Candace back until the girl had no choice but to lean backwards with the palms of her hands holding her up. Candace gasped at the touch of cool felt on her skin when Marla wrote "SWEET CUNT" above Candace's mound with a downward-facing arrow drawn right where Candace's pubic hair used to be.
Marla pulled Candace back up to a sitting position and pointed at the computer screen while shouting, "Look, Candy! You're perfect now!"
Candace saw herself on the computer screen and cried again when she perceived what Marla had drawn upon her.
"Aww, sweetheart," Marla said with mock sympathy as she pet her puppy on the head again. "Are you crying because it's true?"
Candace blubbered senselessly as she nodded her head up and down. She was a stupid girl for getting caught in such a compromising position. She was a slutty girl for becoming aroused despite her embarrassment and humiliation, or perhaps because of it.
"Don't worry, pretty baby. I'm gonna take _good_ care of you."
Marla had already removed her shoes and socks without Candace noticing and now she shoved her black workout pants and plaid boxers down to a bundle on the floor with a flourish that revealed a hairy, sweaty pussy nestled neatly between thick tree-trunk thighs. Candace smelled the pungent reek of Marla's body from an inescapably close distance. The stench of the large girl's cunt was bold and powerful and when mixed with Marla's natural bodily odors the stink made Candace's nostrils flare from the stench permeating her olfactory senses.
Marla tore her raggedy shirt off and stood wearing nothing but a sweaty sports bra that barely contained her enormous breasts. Her body was massive, with firmly-toned muscles lending shapely definition to her wide, hulking form. Candace felt intimidated as hell by Marla's nearby presence looming above her threateningly. She could easily crush Candace's small, puny body if she wanted to.
"Alright Candy, it's time now to pay your dues," Marla said as she grabbed Candace by her hair and dragged her around crawling on all fours until her plush behind faced the camera again. "You looked so sexy degrading yourself that I'm all hot and bothered now. My pussy is in bad need of some loving attention."
"W-w-what do you mean?" Candace asked nervously. She was horrified by Marla's implication but prayed she had simply misunderstood her.
"I mean you're gonna eat out my big, hairy cunt and suck on my fat pussy lips," Marla replied definitively. "You better do it real nice-like too. I want lips and tongue and teeth and gums all up in there."
Candace shook her head vehemently and protested, "Sick! No way!"
Marla slapped Candace across the face so hard Candace's head whipped around and her face instantly turned red with the mark of a handprint burning its imprint on her cheek. Marla cupped Candace's chin in her fingers and squeezed tightly as she turned Candace back to face her. Candace immediately averted her eyes from Marla's frighteningly intense gaze, already cowed into submission by her roommate's sudden outburst of violence.
"Don't you forget, bitch," Marla reminded Candace. "You agreed to do anything. Or would you rather I went to the RD and told her I caught you recording nudie videos in your dorm room? How many violations of the Student Code of Conduct do you think that would entail? What will Mommy and Daddy think once they find out their precious little girl got kicked out of school for exposing her loose asshole and her slutty pussy to hundreds of people online?"
Candace wept but no longer resisted as Marla curled her fingers deep into the messy tangles of Candace's hair and gripped the reluctant girl's skull tightly as she drew her roommate ever nearer toward her crotch. The mass of curly black hairs carpeting Marla's loins from her bellybutton on down to her inner thighs tickled Candace's nose, lips, and cheeks before she ever made contact with Marla's warm flesh.
"Here, baby," Marla sighed at the first touch of lips on lips. "Come to Mama. Oh yeah, put your mouth right on it. Nestle your lips on mine just like that. Mmm, your lips are so nice and soft, Candy. They feel soooo good. Now use your tongue, too. Yeah, that's the good stuff. You can feel how hot and gooey I am, can't you?"
The growing audience of thousands watched and contributed both their funds and their lewd suggestions while viewing Candace from behind. She knelt obediently with her sexy asscrack prominently displayed while her bald pussy lips were just barely perceptible between her thighs if you squinted hard enough. Candace's wavy blonde hair ruffled over the bare skin of her back as she moved her face against Marla's groin.
"Mmmm," Marla groaned happily as she shoved Candace's face into her pussy. "Get that slutty tongue in my slit already. Yeah, slide that shit right up in there. You like the taste of that pussy, Candy? I bet you do, you dirty fucking skank. I was gonna shower first when I got home from practice but I'm glad I waited. You almost missed out on enjoying my full flavor. Oh boy, look at you go, you rugmunching little dyke! I think we've got a natural-born pussylicker here."
Though there was not yet any video evidence, the wet slurping and smacking noises made by Candace's mouth were loud and sloppy enough to prove the two girls weren't faking. Marla rolled her hips and thrust her pelvis forward to hump her sodden groin against Candace's mouth every time the girl's tongue lapped at her pussy.
"Come on, you dumb bimbo," Marla complained. "Stop treating me like I have a lollipop instead of a ripe, juicy cunt. All you're doing is licking, bitch. I told you to eat."
Marla grabbed the back of Candace's head and pulled her against her crotch while thrusting forward with an aggressive, dominant gesture. She ground her wet, hairy pussy all over Candace's mouth while the other girl licked helplessly with her wagging tongue.
"Ohhh yeah," Marla hissed. "Pucker your lips right in there and kiss my puss from the inside. That's the good shit."
Marla took hold of Candace's hands hanging limply down at her sides and pulled them up to Marla's buttocks where she splayed Candace's palms across Marla's big, round cheeks. Candace squeezed Marla's huge ass tightly and held on for dear life as Marla crushed Candace's mouth into her gooey, smelly snatch. Candace munched, chewed, and nibbled on the flaps and folds of skin comprising Marla's genitals while choking down the fluids seeping incessantly from Marla's overexcited pussy.
"Fuck me, you look hot with my juices running down your face!" Marla declared as clear fluids coated Candace's glistening cheeks. "The way your tongue wriggles inside me the same time you're sucking on my fat lips is soooo damn good. I'm starting to believe you actually enjoy this, Candy."
Candace wouldn't allow herself to rise to Marla's mockery. Instead she continued urgently licking and sucking on Marla's pussy in an effort to bring her off as quickly as possible. She found that using her head and neck to move in time with Marla's frantic gyrations was far more comfortable than resisting her motions. Soon Candace made sure her mouth met with Marla's groin every time the larger girl humped Candace's face.
Just when Candace thought her sore tongue was going to fall off after flexing and extending it for so long her ordeal was suddenly at an end. Candace's pursed lips clung stickily to Marla's wet labia as Marla slowly peeled Candace's mouth from her pussy using a tugging grip on Candace's long blonde hair.
"Come along now, your fans want a view of more than just your fat, naked ass while you're eating me out."
Candace glared up at Marla resentfully while Marla dragged her around by her hair. The toes of her high heels clopped loudly against the floor as she crawled on all fours to her laptop where Candace grabbed hold of the portable webcam.
Marla pointed the camera lens down at Candace and told her encouragingly, "Come on, baby. You know what to do. Look up and flash me those gorgeous baby blues while you fellate me."
Marla's pussy lips and clitoris were so large and engorged that Candace's tongue had to work upon her section by section. The thick carpet of Marla's dark, curly pubic hairs tickled Candace as she wantonly rubbed her face from side-to-side against that soft, tangled nest of fur. Between the fat pussy and the shocking mass of hair the only part of Candace's face truly visible were her wide blue eyes which stared upward in shock and resignation throughout the repeated lashed of her tongue over Marla's leaky quim. A single tear rolled down Candace's cheek as she pushed her mouth into Marla's wide-set vagina and noisily sucked and slurped from the juice inside while the tip of her tongue dipped into the gaping canal that led the way into the deeper recesses of Marla's vaginal cavity.
"Jesus, you're sexy-looking sitting on your knees with your face buried in pussy," Marla stated with a grunt. She gripped the back of Candace's head in one hand and pointed the camera with the other while the reluctant model nibbled and sucked on Marla's increasingly sensitive genitals. "Tell me how much you love this."
"Mry mrlorve ett soo mruph," came Candace's muffled reply, pussy juices seeping between the black pubic hairs caught in her teeth when she opened her mouth to speak.
Marla shoved Candace away from her groin so suddenly that when Candace fell back on her bottom her tongue flicked up and down through empty air. Candace sighed with audible relief and used her elbow to wipe away the hot cream clinging stickily to her lips and chin before yanking from her mouth all of Marla's drenched pubic hairs. Marla's heavy feet stomped back over to the laptop where she replaced the camera atop its affixed clip above the fold-out screen. Candace's ordeal was finally at an end and after this she could presumably march straight to the Housing office and demand a new living partner.
But Marla didn't seem to think their illicit encounter had reached its conclusion quite yet. She resumed her position standing above Candace then spun around and hunched over with her big bottom cheeks planted right on the cheeks of Candace's face. Her bottom was so large and fat that the soft flesh encompassed the entirety of Candace's face and made breathing difficult. Marla reached back and squeezed her flabby buttocks before spreading her asscheeks to either side. A rank odor immediately invaded Candace's nostrils as Marla's buttcrack opened up in front of her to reveal a gross, hairy, stinking anus that kept winking at Candace cloyingly. The potent scents of sweat, pussy, and ass combined to create a stench that made Candace want to gag and retch.
"Come on, Candy!" Marla taunted. "Clean my dirty asshole with your tongue! You told me you'd do anything to keep your secret and you'd better believe that promise will be tested before I'm through with you."
"Please, Ma'am, no!" Candace pleaded as Marla's big, pillowy bottom suffocated her. "That's too disgusting."
"Hey, that's my body you're badmouthing," Marla said as she turned her head back and shot Candace an angry glare. "Are you calling me disgusting?"
_Yes,_ Candace thought.
"No, Ma'am, of course not," Candace hurriedly replied. "I would never ever think that about you. It's just that you're asking me to put my mouth on the spot where you... where you..."
"Where I squeeze my shit until it's all been pooped out of that dirty, stinky hole," Marla finished for her. "Glad to hear you're keeping up, nimrod. Now get your tongue out, cunt, and hold my fat ass open for me. Don't forget we have an audience. We want to see you performing with _style_. My asshole should be slobbery and stretched open before you start tonguefucking it."
Candace sobbed and felt sorry for herself as she reached up and squeezed Marla's squishy-soft bottom before spreading her cheeks as wide apart as possible. Tufts of thick, curly fur lined the sides and middle of Marla's crack and Candace realized with dismay that Marla had nearly as much hair surrounding her anus as she did her pussy. Candace never would have believed it possible for a girl's asshole to be so hairy. Marla had apparently never groomed herself down there even once in her life. Candace sacrificed all her remaining dignity as she worked her tongue diligently through the soft, black mass of follicles until the wet tip landed upon the wrinkled orb of sensitive skin that comprised Marla's anal entrance.
"You got me before I had a chance to shower," Marla mentioned as she rested her hands on her knees and sighed pleasurably at the warm, moist sensation of Candace's tongue dancing around the hairy rim of her anus. "I went jogging, lifted weights, went to practice and took a couple huge dumps since the last time I've washed down there, so enjoy!"
Candace cringed as she extended her tongue and flicked it upward to taste Marla's ass for the first time. The flavor was sharp with the salt and sweat of earlier exercise that went along with the mysterious yet unmistakable putrid sweet flavor underlying the more familiar tastes of skin and aroused cunny. Candace's cheeks turned red and her face felt heated when she realized she was tasting the remnants of Marla's last bowel movement.
Candace lapped up and down the middle of Marla's buttcrack while she squeezed her roommate's fat bottom over and over. Marla's buns admittedly felt quite nice filling Candace's hands considering how large, soft, and warm they were. The sweat from Marla's earlier exercise made her asshole slippery wet while Candace's salival output clumped the soggy hairs surrounding Marla's anus together which made them easy to get stuck in Candace's mouth. Candace kept having to spit out the curly follicles and fight of the revulsion from knowing these were all Marla's asshairs.
By now Candace had grown somewhat used to the subtle flavors of Marla's ass after licking around the rim of her roommate's dirty brown hole and bathing it in her saliva; accustomed enough at least to ward off the nausea from tasting another person's shithole. Occasionally during her oral wanderings Candace's tongue would slip and start to explore Marla's tightened furrow that led inward but every time Candace pulled herself back and avoided any further inspection of that opening.
Almost on cue, Marla demanded, "Quit surfing around the edge of my butthole and get your tongue in there already. Awww yeah, that's the spot right there. Keep doing that."
Marla's body stiffened with tension then stretched and flexed in utter relaxation as Candace flicked up and down rapidly to play with the wrinkled pucker of Marla's anus, the tip of her tongue barely entering the wet hole soaked in Candace's saliva during every pass. Candace listened to Marla's purring and sighing as Marla's asshole slowly became teased open enough to allow the deeper lengths of Candace's tongue to wriggle inside and plumb Marla's depths.
"Yeah, really tonguefuck my hole now," Marla ordered with an accompanying moan as she rocked forward and back against Candace's tongue. "I need you to clean my filthy ass inside and out."
Candace stuck her tongue straight out, extended it all the way, then used all its length to spear Marla's anal entrance. So much saliva drenched Marla's backside that Candace's tongue made a squishy squelching noise every time it penetrated Marla's sodden asshole. Candace went at it faster and faster until it felt like she truly was fucking Marla's ass with her tongue.
In reaction to Candace's persistent oral assault upon her asshole, Marla groaned and said, "Oh, that's good, Candy. That's really really fucking good. Christ, your tongue is so long. Really flexible too. You're an exemplary buttlicker."
Marla pushed Candace away after another minute of sloppy, sustained analingus that awakened with pleasurable excitement every sensitive nerve ending in Marla's asshole. Candace could still smell the earthy, unsanitary odor of Marla's ass as if her roommate's large posterior were mere centimeters away from her nose rather than a few feet. Then she realized that rank scent remained a part of the ass-flavored slobber that was now smeared across her upper lip, clinging messily to her mouth, and dripping from the end of her nose. Candace couldn't take a single breath without refreshing that putrid stench in her memory. Candace's face felt hot and her mind turned delirious as the sharp taste and smell invaded her brain and lingered in her senses inescapably.
"Come on then," Marla said as she dragged Candace around by her hair. "Your audience only got to see your face in my butt. They're paying to watch your long, sexy tongue slide in and out of my asshole from up close. You know what Candy, you look so good crawling behind me I think you should walk around on all fours groveling with your snout up in my asshole like you're a filthy dog."
Candace did so, laying her nose across Marla's anus and sniffing at her asshole like a dog while she crawled in rhythm with Marla's steps until they were repositioned nearer to the camera. When Marla stopped unexpectedly, Candace faceplanted into Marla's big butt and the point of her nose poked inside the large girl's asshole where the sweltering moist heat contained within Marla's rectum entered Candace through the nostrils. She hurriedly pried her nose from the tightness of that disgusting cavity but not before inhaling a good whiff of Marla's ass.
_Good luck forgetting that smell now_ , Candace thought as she crinkled her nose.
Marla kept an eye on the laptop monitor while she oriented herself so her asshole pointed at the camera with just the right angle to view Candace's tongue outside it. Candace knew what was expected of her and she wasted no time grasping Marla's cheeks and lapping at her hairy behind with the tip of her tongue digging deep inside her roommate's nasty, stinking butthole.
"Wetter. Louder. Deeper."
Marla's one-word commands gave Candy's audience exactly what they wanted to see. The tip counter accumulated enough to include an extra digit as Candace's firm tongue slipped past Marla's relaxed sphincter. Everyone watching remotely could view the entirety of Candace's tongue disappearing into Marla's asshole with every lick. The external microphone attached to the computer captured in high-definition audio the sick wet noise that accompanied each of Candace's entries. Candace moaned against Marla's asshole and gasped for air as her breathing grew labored.
"Ooh, the way you curl your tongue in there is simply _wicked_ ," Marla said during a break between her incessant moaning and groaning. "I've never known anyone who eats ass the way you do, Candy. You are a natural talent. Oh yeah, keep sucking on my shithole just like you're doing right now. Make your lips pop while you do it."
Candace smooched Marla right on the flaring rim of her anus then formed her lips into a tight seal around Marla's asshole. She sucked hard on Marla's butt, basking in the full flavor of Marla's ass before swiftly pulling her mouth away with a popping smack. Candace repeated this action over and over with increasingly louder and wetter smacks of her fouled lips. Marla giggled uncharacteristically at the filthy things Candace was doing to her using her mouth. Candace sucked on Marla's ass so hard that Marla passed gas without meaning to. Candace had no choice but to lick and suck her way through the ordeal as her nose attempted to block out the offending smell.
Candace continued tongueing Marla's dirty anus until the sound of tips gradually slowed in frequency. For all she knew, it could have been a few minutes or a few hours that Candace ate Marla's ass for all she was worth. Time lost all meaning while Candace was stuck tongue-deep in Marla's fat, hairy, smelly ass. Finally Marla shoved Candace away from her backside, her victim's glistening mouth rimmed with smears of befouled saliva.
"Hands and knees, cunt!" Marla commanded with mean slaps at Candace's rear punctuating her every word. "Ass facing the camera!"
Candace obeyed, all sense of resistance beaten from her now that she had resigned herself to being Marla's sexual plaything for the evening. She still tasted Marla's pussy and ass in her mouth and would probably never grow used to those nasty flavors. Candace quivered with fear and anticipation watching Marla survey the array of toys that Candace had earlier arranged in a neat line on a nearby towel. Marla chose the paddle for her first lesson.
Candace squealed at the loud smacking noise followed by the needles of red-hot pain burning across her left buttock. The agony commenced with her right cheek next, then Marla swung the flat of the paddle across her rear end horizontally so both her buttocks were affected. Candace shook her bottom with uncontrollable convulsions, bit her lip hard enough to draw blood and kicked at the floor with her high heel to temper her reaction and keep from howling in torment.
"There you go," Marla said as she slapped Candace's behind with the wooden implement again. Candace bit her own shoulder to keep from screaming. "Take it like a big girl. I know you can do it, sweetheart. You're strong and your desire for punishment is even stronger. You've been so very naughty, Candy. You need lots of spankings before you learn your lesson and become domesticated."
Candace rocked forward every time Marla abused her bottom. She squinted her eyes tightly shut and gritted her teeth as tears of pain ran down her cheeks. Even when Marla ended her punishment the pain refused to cease as prickly, stinging sensations lingered upon Candace's reddened buns.
From the corner of her eye, Candace caught Marla deliberating over which of the assorted dildos to use first before predictably selecting the longest, thickest one that Candace owned. Marla popped open the bottle of lubricant Candace left sitting next to the sex toys and doused the head of the dildo with a liberal quantity of the viscous water-based fluid. Candace flinched when next Marla squirted a few pumps of cool lube right on her pussy and left the trickles to drip down her labia and disappear into her hole.
"You probably think I'm a big 'ol meanie," Marla commented. "Don't you?"
Candace was uncertain how to respond in a way that spared her further punishment. She doubted her sore, aching bum could endure another spanking so she shook her head with vehement disagreement and said, "Oh no, Ma'am! You're the nicest roommate ever! I swear! I'm so lucky to have you in my life."
"Ha! Funny that your brown-nosing doesn't occur until after you've sniffed and munched on my butthole. Take care you don't flatter me too much or I might just have to make you into my little pet to keep and own. Or would you like that, Candy? Should we start using Candy for your pet name rather than your stage name?"
Candace gulped with worry but replied, "Of course I would love being your pet, Ma'am. Whatever makes you happy. I'd be your pet and do anything you wanted with a smile on my face."
"Now you're finally starting to learn," Marla cackled with glee. "Here, I'll show you exactly how nice I can be. I'm gonna stick this huge dildo all the way up your cooch and then fuck you real gently and sweetly with it. Your slutty pussy is gonna love this, trust me."
"Wait... Please... But... Oh!"
Candace's useless protests turned into beastial grunts and girlish squeals as Marla squeezed the fat head of the dildo into the sloppy mess lubricating Candace's vagina.
Candace had spent the last few months inserting increasingly larger objects into her orifices, so the ludicrously excessive width and length of this dildo was no longer so intimidating. Still, this was by far the largest toy Candace owned and she certainly felt every inch of it stretching open her internal tissues as the plastic slowly filled her inside. True to her word, Marla employed a gentle hand indeed as she plugged in the giant though her insertion remained nonetheless insistent.
Once Marla stuck the entire ten-inch length of the thick black monster up Candace's pussy, she left the toy fully inserted while she strode away with a nonchalant, "Do hold onto that for me, if you please."
Candace shuddered as she held her position sitting on all fours with the camera facing her behind. Everyone watching enjoyed a perfect view of her round asscheeks squeezed around the giant toy stuck deep inside her pussy. Though Candace's body accommodated the massive intrusion in admirable fashion, her vagina still felt stuffed and stretched to its limit. Candace simpered and suffered in vain using a pleaful, annoying whine until Marla returned brandishing a slightly thinner and shorter dildo (Candace's second largest) along with the bottle of lubricant. Candace's eyes bugged out of her head when she noticed what Marla carried. During her live shows Candace always used that toy for one sole purpose, usually at the very end of her performance to cap things off with a nice round of generous tips. Marla understood implicitly that Candace used this toy whenever she wanted to destroy her own asshole.
"You know what this is for, don't you?" Marla said with her stupid, gleaming smile.
Marla knelt beside Candace and pumped lube from the bottle's dispenser on her hand. Her palm made squishing noises as she spread the fluid around her hand by rolling her fingers and thumb together. Candace sensed Marla looming above her upturned bottom and listened to her hacking, snorting, and coughing loudly. She flinched when Marla gathered her mucous and spat a globule of thick, frothy saliva right on Candace's asshole. Some of the spit dripped inside Candace's anus as the quivering hole twitched open then shut tightly again.
Marla slathered the lube and spittle around the diameter of Candace's anus then made her victim squeak in alarm when she poked her index finger inside Candace's nervously tensed butthole. After sliding that digit slowly in and out of Candace a few times, Marla made Candace groan when she first added a second finger and then a third before resuming the sawing motion of her digits moving in and out of the exercised muscle of Candace's sphincter. Marla fully withdrew and then dispensed more generous quantities of lubricant all over her fingered trio before shoving the entire sloppy mess back into Candace's ass.
"You should be thanking me for lubing your ass up and making it so nice and wet that I can easily slide things in and out of your shithole," Marla said. "If I really wanted to punish you I would have gone in dry."
"Thank you Ma'am, for lubing my... my shitter so nicely," Candace quietly replied, almost saying "butt" before correcting herself using the crudest nomenclature imaginable. "You are the sweetest roommate I could ever hope for.
Candace gasped as she experienced the double penetration of both the dildo filling her pussy whilst Marla's fingers also spread lube around the interior walls of Candace's ass. Her fingers gripped the cotton blanket below while she endured the weird, carnal sensation of Marla's three fingers exploring every corner of Candace's rectum like she was trying to memorize every disgusting detail therein. Marla's digits behaved independently, writhing and wriggling like three worms inside Candace's ass while the helpless girl moaned from some combination of reluctant pleasure and shameful violation. Marla's fingers detected the solidity of the dildo occupying Candace's vaginal cavity and she pushed down hard on the thin membrane separating Candace's orifices which made Candace cry out as her eyes went all aflutter.
"I knew exactly what that "smaller" dildo was for as soon as I spotted it," Marla whispered in Candace's ear. "You're a nasty little anal-loving _freak_ , aren't you? A no-good buttslut who likes sticking big things deep inside your dirty poophole?"
"Yes, Ma'am," Candace whispered back.
"Louder so your fans can hear you," Marla said. "Don't make me remind you again."
"I'm an anal-loving freak!" Candace practically shouted. "A no-good buttslut! I love having my asshole molested!
"Hell yeah you do," Marla said with a hint of admiration as she removed her fingers from Candace's ass with a wet, gaseous noise. "You better thank me for getting your ass stretched and ready first so this don't hurt so much."
"Oh, thank you for stretching my asshole open," Candace squeaked during Marla's swift exit. "You're so kind and thoughtful, Ma'am."
Clear, viscous fluids leaked from Candace's ass as her gape tightened shut with a beautiful pucker. This closure was short-lived however as hard molded plastic that had been fashioned into a phallic shape immediately pushed through the raw, pinkish skin of Candace's anus. Candace's well-used sphincter yielded in surrender to the intrusion as the rectal lining of her asshole spread open to accommodate this large object penetrating her.
"Mmmph... Ungh... Ahhh... Owie..." Candace grunted and whined as she gritted her teeth with pain and endured Marla squeezing the dildo through her back orifice.
Candace had of course used this very same object back there before but always at her own pace and discretion. She could do nothing but sit there and try to take it as Marla used the giant pink dildo to ream her asshole open. Marla's insistent forward grip and the beneficial lubricant lining Candace's rectum eased the passage of the plastic shaft into Candace's cramped anal cavity. Candace felt the knuckles of Marla's fingers brushing against her posterior and knew the entire dildo had been inserted. If she felt stretched and stuffed before that was nothing compared to having these two large toys doubly penetrating her.
"There you go, my sweet pet," Marla said with an affectionate kiss right on the left cheek of Candace's bottom. "The worst is over. Now it's playtime."
Candace whimpered from the strain on her bowels as Marla kept the anal toy fully inserted while simultaneously moving back and forth the giant phallus plugging her vagina. Candace's wet pussy squished and squelched rudely as Marla fucked her with the toy at an increasingly more urgent pace. Her online audience loved the demeaning show as more and more contributions were tallied. Candace's toes curled and her fingernails dug into the floor as she improbably began getting off on Marla's rough treatment. Her cries of distress and discomfort slowly morphed into moans of ravaged ecstasy as the toy expanding her bowels multiplied the pleasurable sensations of the thousands of overstimulated nerves being worried within her pussy. Almost inadvertently, Candace's unwilling body rocked back against Marla's hand every time it shoved the phallus back into her body. Candace grunted like a rabid beast as she impaled herself hard upon the weapon wielded by Marla.
"That's it, baby," Marla said encouragingly. "Close your eyes and don't think or worry about anyone else watching you right now. Don't even think about me. Take your orgasm, Candy. Take it hard. You've earned it, now come. Come for me, you slutty piece of shit. You skanky, trashy, filthy whore. Come!"
Tears seeped past Candace's clamped-shut eyelids as she abruptly ceased humping the toy. Instead she thrust herself back against the dildo until the entire pierced her. Candace screamed loud enough to distort the audio of her camera session when she came thunderously. Thick liquids oozed slowly through the miniscule gap between her overstuffed pussy and the dildo filling it, the errant trickles of leftover lubricant and spending fluids trickling down over the phallus to wetten Marla's fingers.
When Marla yanked the dildo violently out of Candace an outpouring of ejaculate burst from her onto the towel covering the floor. The initial rush of fluid was succeeded by additional squishing encores as all the come drained from Candace's body. Candace shook uncontrollably throughout her climax, her throat grunting and her abdomen heaving with every new gushing contraction of her spasming pussy. Candace's bodily contortions made her sphincter clench and release spontaneously, pushing the dildo that plugged up her asshole from her inadvertently with a slow, languorous slide out of her stretched anus.
"Oh no you don't," Marla said admonishingly.
Candace's body jerked as Marla shoved the toy all the way back up her ass using one brutal thrust. Candace squealed and kicked the floor with her high heel as the swift penetration generated more squelchy leaking from between her legs. The filling of her bowels squeezed the juices from Candace like a fist clenching tightly around an orange, just when she thought her climax had finally terminated too.
When Marla stood up tall and proud before Candace she stroked her roommate's wild, unkempt hair with the familiar, almost romantically sweet caresses of a lover. Her hand ran down to pet Candace's face and neck as the girl looked up at Marla uncertainly. Candace's unsteady arms and legs shook as tears of makeup poured down both sides of her face in dark rivulets.
Marla gathered her roommate's head in her powerful arms and drew Candace back towards her crotch, to the place where she truly belonged. This time Candace showed no hesitation before seeking out Marla's hairy slit and burying her lips in the sticky cream filling the mouth of Marla's pussy. The pleasant warmth of Marla's body and the flavorful nectar running over Candace's mouth and tongue soothed her as she came down from the most intense orgasm she'd ever experienced.
"That's it, Candy," Marla sighed as she held Candace near while the girl loved her with sucking lips and lathing tongue. "Suckle all of my honey, honey."
Candace gripped Marla by her wide hips as she sipped thirstily from her roommate's overflowing chalice. Marla took hold of Candace's hands and slid them up to Marla's ass where Candace squeezed her pillowy buttocks tightly as she pulled Marla aggressively to her mouth. Marla stared up at the ceiling and groaned as Candace munched gently upon her swollen labial folds the same time her tongue wormed its way through the gaped opening of her dripping pink tunnel to explore the deeper vaginal cavity.
"You're not fooling anyone, Candy," Marla said with her mouth hanging open in bliss. "You love this. This entire time, you loved everything I did to you."
Candace's reply was unintelligibly muffled as she attempted without success to bury the lower half of her face inside Marla's pussy. The overwhelming volume of Marla's warm honeyed dew dripped from Candace's lower lip over the slope of her chin before trickling down her neck.
"Hey, your fans are missing out on watching you scarf down on my junk while you lap up my pussy juice," Marla groused. "Why don't you give them some visual entertainment?"
Whatever Candace said in response to that query was stifled by the pubic hair and labial flesh stuffed into her mouth.
"Squeeze that fat dildo out of your ass without using your hands to help," Marla ordered. "Push it out like you're taking a big 'ol dump and let everyone see your anal muscles stretching and flexing while you do it."
Candace clenched and pushed with her bowels as she experienced pain and discomfort comparable to a severe bout of constipation. Her hurt grunts, cries, and whimpers were captured within Marla's pussy as Candace squeezed with all her might to defecate the plastic dildo from her rectum. Her face turned red and sweat poured out of every pore in her body due to the strain of exertion.
Then all of a sudden an overwhelming sense of relief washed over Candace as she felt the painfully stiff object shift within her. Her skillful, well- practiced anus stretched and expanded as centimeter by laborious centimeter the dildo slowly evacuated from her bowels. The lubricated pink dildo glistened wetly as it slid out of Candace's aching body.
"There you go Candy, poop that big fucking dildo out nice and slow-like," Marla said with a knowing wink at the camera. "Now reach your hands back and spread your asscheeks open. Your fans will want to see a perfect view of your loose asshole while you shit that thing out."
Marla grasped Candace by the back of her head and held the girl's nose and mouth firm against the soggy fur of her crotch while her hips and pelvis writhed against her roommate's face in a swaying, seductive dance more graceful than her heavy form belied. The urgent nibbling of Candace's lips and the wildly flick of her tongue were embedded within Marla's body as the unwilling participant came to revel in the silky wet warmth she had achieved in drawing from Marla's innermost spaces in thick, sticky secretions. Candace slid her hands down slowly from their grasp of Marla's large buttocks, on past Marla's thick, muscled thighs, then reached back to seize Candace's own asscheeks.
Candace spread her pert cheeks as wide open as she could manage and felt a half-inch of the dildo escape from her unbidden before she gritted her teeth and clenched down hard with her anus to block the rest of the toy's passage. Marla did tell her nice and slow-like, after all. Urine or ejaculate (Candace couldn't say which) dribbled out of her to stain the towel underneath as she experienced the sensational, exhilarating strain of her sphincter clenching painfully around the intrusive implement anally violated her.
"Good girl!" Marla moaned before her climactic cries dissolved into incomprehensible gibberish. When she came out of her orgasmic stupor, Marla was panting and heaving deliriously as she spoke. "Most first-timers lick me daintily, like they're still afraid of pussy. But not you, Candy. Oh no, you're slobbering all over my cunt like some mad dog in heat."
Candace's muffled reply was lost as she squeezed the dildo from her bowels. Her mouth made disgustingly loud slurping and smacking noises as she worshipped her roommate's pussy. Another inch of the lengthy toy exited from her before Marla stopped her again.
"Hold it!" Marla shouted. "I'm not done with your ass yet."
Candace clenched down on the dildo again and squealed into Marla's pussy at the excruciating pain and ecstatic pleasure of every nerve ending in her anus and sphincter becoming inflamed. When she finally lost control of her bladder, a splash of yellow urine burst from her before she managed to seal her urethra. The viewers watching Candace from behind saw her shuddering with pleasure as her anal muscles strained to hold the toy in place. Her ass trembled and shook as she struggled to contain the hard plastic her body ached to have spilled from her.
"Now let go, Candy," Marla whispered to her.
The pleasure of finally allowing the dildo to slide from her bowels after holding it in so long was indescribable. Candace was remembering now why she enjoyed assplay so much. The tension and pressure inside her body was excruciating but once you learned to surrender to the pain it gave way to the relief and release of withdrawal which was an ecstasy unlike any other. The sounds she made with her face pressed against Marla's pussy were ridiculous but she was long past the point of caring.
"Keep pushing, Candy," Marla encouraged between heavy, heaving breaths. "I can see it poking out of your butthole now. Oh fuck, that looks sexy!"
Candace focused all her mental energy on pleasing Marla's cunt while she evacuated the hard but malleable foreign object from her overstuffed rectum. Then finally with a loud escape of trapped air and a lingering trickle of dripping lubricant, the dildo was purged out of her anus. The discomfort eased immediately and Candace screamed into Marla as she came powerfully once again. Her asshole flared open and closed and her pussy contacted outward and inward like the rise and fall of a breathing chest as she succumbed to each successive wave of her explosive climax. At the same time, Candace experienced a strangely traumatic sense of loss as her bowels were emptied of the plastic toy that once filled it. A weird part of her wanted it back in there again.
"Hold that fucking gape open, bitch," Marla demanded. "All your fans want to see it."
Marla glanced down at the chat window on the laptop and her eyes bulged with amazement when she perceived that those aforementioned fans now numbered in the thousands. Candace's palms pulling on her buttocks along with her fingers hooked inside the rim of her anus kept her asshole spread open to display the spectacle of her wide black gape and the cherry-red rim of tortured flesh that surrounded the stretched opening. She cried deliriously into Marla's crotch as the experience overwhelmed her.
The browser window on the laptop displayed the same feed that all Candace's followers were currently viewing and Marla focused her attention on the nasty sight of Candace's gaped asshole filling the screen. Candace's body had been opened enough that the moist pink tissue inside her rectum was visible. The vision aroused Marla so greatly that seconds later her knees buckled and she gasped and heaved as the burning pressure in her loins achieved a blessed relief that melted right out of her. Candace licked her way through Marla's orgasm until Marla's frantic, jerking gesticulations first slowed and then finally ceased.
Candace looked up at Marla imploringly while her lips remained firmly attached to Marla's slimy cunt and her fingers still held her abused asshole wide open. She waited patiently for Marla to tell her what to do next.
Their session didn't end until Marla enjoyed the opportunity to use every last toy on Candace. The riding crop painted Candace's pale buttcheeks with strips of flaring red as Marla tortured her bottom. The jewelled buttplug multipled the intensity tenfold when Marla held the buzzing hitachi vibrator over Candace's clitoris and the swollen, aching flaps of her labia. The resulting squeals and bodily convulsions and contortions of Candace's powerful orgasm delighted Marla to no end. A two-foot long string of anal beads easily disappeared inside Candace's butt bead by bead until every segment had been swallowed by Candace's gaping chasm. The poor girl squeaked and then moaned each time a bead stretched apart her asshole before popping through the well- exercised muscle. After a seemingly endless period, all Marla's available options for humiliation or abuse were finally exhausted.
At the conclusion of the show, Marla looked on with a proud grin as she sat behind the wreckage of Candace. She held Candace up by her hair and pointed her roommate's broken form at the camera. A combination of both girls' sweat and pussy juice matted Candace's hair and hours of exertion left her platinum- blonde locks sticking out wildly in every direction. Tears of mascara ran down both Candace's cheeks, trickling next to the ruined lipstick smeared around the rim of her mouth. Her face glistened with the fluids Marla produced while clear mucous ran from her nose and thick drool trailed down her bottom lip before being caught hanging beneath her chin. Candace's lips were puffy and swollen and her tongue sore and useless after her sustained oral examinations of Marla's genitals.
Amazingly, the writing on Candace's chest and forehead hadn't suffered any disfigurement aside from a couple blurred letters. She remained enshrined for all to see a stupid buttslut with a sweet cunt. Candace's gaze wavered and darted away every time she looked into the camera, her sad blue eyes expressing a combination of weariness, shame, and defeat.
"Sorry fellas but our time is at an end," Marla said regretfully. "Say goodbye to everyone, Candy."
"B-b-bye guys," Candace stuttered in between her pathetic heaving sobs. "H-hope you all had fun tonight and enjoyed muh... muh... my show. I'll s-s- see you again s-s-s-soon."
Candace gave a sad little wave and blew a kiss to the camera while Marla's burly arms wrapped possessively around her torso. Marla's right hand curled across Candace's chest to grip her left breast and squeeze it hard while her left hand clutched Candace's belly mere inches above her mound. Marla gave the camera a leering grin while she kissed the side of Candace's neck several times then licked up to her ear before sticking her tongue inside. Candace closed her eyes and shuddered with horror as Marla used her mouth on her new favorite plaything. Even though they were logging off it was evident that a power dynamic had shifted between them and this session wouldn't herald the end of things. Tonight was merely the beginning of Marla's total domination of Candace.
Marla reached over and tapped the laptop keyboard a few times to log off their session. As soon as the camera shut off, Marla immediately turned Candace around and took her forcefully into her arms, kissing Candace full on the lips with a passion heated enough to generate sparks of electricity. Candace wrapped her arms around Marla's strong back and held her tight as she returned the kiss with reciprocal passion. Their lips melded as one, pursing and pecking helplessly together though Marla had yet to open her mouth. It was Candace who took the initiative, parting her lips and inviting Marla inside to explore the interior of a mouth that tasted of mint combined with the enduring flavors of Marla's pussy and ass.
Gasping for breath once they finally parted from each other, Marla cried, "Baby, you were incredible!"
Candace glanced slyly at her beloved roommate while wearing an ornery grin.
"You were the amazing one, Marla," Candace insisted. "I only did whatever you told me to. Being your puppet was so damn sexy."
"Oh God, you're a mess!" Marla said with a chortle as she inspected her friend closely.
The ruined makeup and remnants of saliva and ejaculate made a mask of Candace's face that had a dirtied, glistening sheen. The rank smell wafting from her cheeks and mouth combined the pungest, unmistakable scents of pussy and ass. Marla grabbed an unsoiled washtowel sitting nearby and after dampening it with the contents of a water bottle she set about wiping Candace's face clean.
Candace was anything but stupid, in truth she was the most intelligent girl Marla had ever known. Marla washed that insulting word off her forehead then peered down at her friend's chest. Maybe 'slut' wasn't so inaccurate a designation considering how enthusiastically Candace was fondling Marla's huge breasts. Marla decided to leave that writing intact for now.
While washing her roommate off, Marla asked, "Candace, do you still feel comfortable with everything we did?"
"Yes!" Candace answered exuberantly.
"Are you sure I didn't cross a line? There were a few times I wanted to stop but every time I tested your boundaries you went right along with it."
"Oh Marla, it was wonderful! It was everything I've wanted since the first time you watched me perform."
Neither girl expected that this random pairing of such dissimilar roommates would create such a meaningful and lasting relationship. Both girls were exceptionally shy except in an environment when they could be in their element. Off the field, Marla was the gentlest, sweetest girl you've ever known despite her rugged demeanor and brutish features but once the opening whistle announced the start of a rugby match Marla became a rough-and-tumble bruiser who loved knocking other girls flat on their asses.
Candace was deceptively gorgeous but she made it difficult to perceive the true beauty hiding underneath her ungainly large glasses and ill-fitting clothing which gave her the look of an irredeemably nerdy bookworm with stunted social skills. The shy, quiet girl either had her head in the clouds or in a book most of the time and she seemed oblivious to most of the world around her. Candace was the exact kind of girl Marla secretly crushed on in high school but she never pursued those infatuations presuming she had no chance at them. Instead, Marla used her bicurious teammates to help explore her burgeoning sapphic desires.
But there were inconsistencies Marla perceived in Candace's appearance and personality that didn't quite add up. Marla was unable to correlate the expensive platinum-blonde dye job or the immaculately well-manicured and hot- pink polished fingernails with the dorky girl she had come to know so well. The way Candace's whole being lit up whenever Marla gave her exclusive attention also seemed at odds with Candace's withdrawn nature. Marla had never known anyone who craved attention the way Candace did, though the girl never came off as needy or clingy.
But once a camera turned on and her clothes came off, the hopelessly shy and nerdy Candace disappeared and Candy emerged in her place. Marla's jaw dropped in absolute shock and awe the first time Candace permitted her roommate to watch one of her online shows and view sweet little Candace's transformation into an entirely different person. Gone was the shy, hesitating cutie and instead a beautiful, sexy, teasing nympho who had a kinkier sex drive than anyone Marla had ever known replaced her.
Marla adored Candace from the very beginning and thought she was achingly sweet and cute despite the baffling lack of attention Candace received from members of both sexes. Small wonder when Candace was shy, unapproachable, and uninterested in romance to the point of perhaps being asexual.
Marla on the other hand had known she preferred girls over boys for as long as she could remember. Pretty girls with pretty bodies were all she'd ever wanted. She slept with plenty of women in her days though few would look at her sexual partners and refer to them as pretty. Their bodies had been pretty enough though, firm and athletic combined with softness and femininity. Marla derived sapphic pleasure from wherever she could get it. A pussy was a pussy, whether it belonged to a girl who looked more like a boy or to one of the slightly more femme girls who signed up to join the rugby club as freshmen and instantly became a target for Marla's infatuations.
Meanwhile, dorky and unassuming Candace behaved as if she didn't even know what sex was except in a purely academic and biological sense. The little stinker. Marla fell out of her chair when Candace informed her of the side business she was using to pay for her books and tuition. Then Candace asked for Marla's consent to use their dorm room for her performances. Marla nearly passed out next when Candace gave her permission to sit in and watch her shows from off-camera. What Marla hadn't realized then was that Candace fancied her as well.
Ever since their awkward first meeting on move-in day, Candace considered Marla to be the kindest, gentlest person she'd ever known. As a sophomore, Marla already knew her way around campus and was terrifically beneficial during Candace's early days at university when she took the wide-eyed freshman under her wing. Marla was not only out and proud but quite sexually experienced, a total anomaly amongst all of Candace's acquaintances. Marla worried at first that Candace was secretly a bigot because whenever she brought a girlfriend around their dorm room Candace became even more withdrawn than usual. She didn't understand that being in the company of lesbians made Candace uncomfortable in ways that had nothing to do with homophobia.
Marla had already been the absolute sweetest to Candace before knowing Candace's secret and after learning the illicit source of her roommate's income she never once judged Candace. For the first time in her life Candace found someone she could depend on, someone she could trust with anything. A best friend.
Marla's short, shaggy haircut and large body frame lent her a mannish figure but Candace found herself irresistibly drawn to Marla's hidden femininity that she tried and failed to conceal. Those hips, waist, and especially that ass could only ever belong to a woman. Not to mention the massive breasts that had become Candace's newest obsession.
By the end of their first week rooming together, Candace started peeking at Marla undressing whenever her roommate's attention was diverted. Marla's hefty chest, tightly-muscled thighs and biceps, and wild-haired crotch were totally alien to Candace in ways that excited her and made her feel wet down there.
While Marla snored from the other side of their dorm room, Candace would touch herself while wondering what Marla's big, warm buns might feel like smashed against Candace's face. After she made herself come, Candace faced bouts of distress and confusion over how little she regretted masturbating to these fantasies of her roommate. She struggled constantly with the intense desire to jump in bed with Marla so her roommate could spoon Candace from behind. The thought of those strong arms encircling her torso at the same time Marla's breasts and crotch pressed against her from behind haunted Candace's sleepless nights.
Marla's strong, somewhat intimidating form and her sensitive, kind nature awakened strange, unknown feelings in Candace that made her question why she never felt any attraction to boys despite her obviously powerful sex drive. Why then hadn't Candace developed feelings for girls until now? Had she simply been waiting for the right one to cross her path?
Their collegial but somewhat standoffish relationship changed over the course of a few weeks living together. Candace used to perform three or four nights a week but only had the opportunity for a few shows since moving in. One night they sat side-by-side on Marla's bed while studying together. They kept giving each other a hard time and making the other laugh, each girl secretly enjoying this sense of nearness to one another. After one of Candace's lame quips made Marla guffaw, the larger woman gave Candace a perfectly friendly and platonic side-shoulder hug. Candace turned to meet the embrace and suddenly their arms were entwined around each other's bodies.
Candace adored the way Marla's powerful arms totally encompassed her and she melted into the embrace with a satisfied sigh. It was without contest the best hug Candace had ever received. Marla loved it equally as much and wondered how far she would be willing to take her unstated crush on Candace now that her affectionate gesture had been requited. But before she could take initiative, Candace pulled away and they both sat awkward and quiet for the remainder of the evening, the two of them retiring in regret for not doing more. It was only a day later that Candace revealed her secret and encouraged Marla almost to the point of begging for her to watch 'Candy's' next performance.
Marla had already been seriously crushing on her roommate when she was Candace but the first time she transformed into Candy, Marla fell for her hard. Marla sweat like a gross pig and felt her heart pounding in her chest when first she watched Candace strip down to her frilly pink lingerie before turning on her camera. The girl whom Marla thought she knew well flipped her platinum-blonde hair back and pushed out her tits like an experienced stripper as she greeted her audience. The spreading tingle in Marla's loins built to a heated, desperate yearning as Candace revealed her true self in all of Candy's kinky, depraved glory.
Marla observed with unconcealed delight every gorgeous detail of the deceptively large chest, the small but sexily firm bottom, the sleek long legs, and the beautifully pink pussy that Candace had all kept hidden beneath her unflattering attire the entire time Marla roomed with her. Candace moved like a sex goddess while she shed her clothing piece by piece and as she danced Candace's alternate persona slowly assumed control until she'd become the mortal avatar of some raunchy, sex-addicted deity of lust.
Marla understood perfectly now why Candace insisted on covering up her gorgeous body all the time. The girl was an absolute knockout and if boys ever found out what she was packing underneath they'd never let her alone which incidentally went a long way toward explaining her online popularity. "Candy" was the kind of webcam model who fans named their aliases after and scheduled their whole days around viewings of her new shows. Marla was unsurprised that Candy had developed such a large and dedicated following after seeing her perform. And perform she did. Paddles, clothespins, nipple clamps, anal beads, vibrators and a dildo of such a magnitude that it made Marla's jaw drop were among the many features of Candy's naughty program.
When they spoke after the end of that first show, Marla thought the jig was up. Clad only in her distractingly sexy pink lingerie, Candace told Marla that it felt really weird for her that Marla had watched while fully-clothed as Candace danced around naked, stroked and toyed herself repeatedly using her hands and a wide variety of toys, and did things to her asshole that Marla had only ever seen before in hardcore porn movies. Then before Marla became crestfallen, Candace grinned mischievously and told her that the next time Marla watched one of Candy's shows Marla had to be naked too.
Marla was very self-conscious and shy about her larger body size which is why she normally chose lovers who possessed similar body types. Strangely enough though, she felt no trepidation about disrobing in front of Candace the next time she watched one of Candy's shows. She was naturally comfortable around Candace. Candy did her thing, first performing a seductive striptease and flirting with the regular tippers before playing with her pussy for a while. When Candy started fucking her own ass using a massive dildo that not even Marla possessed courage enough to try, Marla couldn't help herself any longer. She reached down and stroked herself silently offscreen while watching Candy perform the filthiest acts imaginable upon herself. This wanton outburst of masturbation excited Candace in turn and the sights and sounds of Marla loving herself inspired sweet Candy to achieve new heights of depravity as she took the hugely thick dildo deeper inside her ass than she ever had before.
Though Candace worked herself for the camera's benefit, her eyes were fixed upon Marla the whole time. Those bright blue pupils burned with hunger and desire as she performed for an audience of exclusively one rather than for the hundreds watching her in cyberspace. The intensity built and built with both girls frantically increasing their stroking and fingering until they came simultaneously. Marla's hand in her mouth muffled the scream that would have alerted viewers to her presence offscreen.
When the show was over, Marla lost control. She threw Candace to the floor and pinned her down by her wrists as she seized Candace's mouth and stole all the kisses she wanted from her prey. Candace put up a token amount of resistance but her struggles were futile in opposing such a strong and imposing girl. If anything, Candace's pathetic writhing and whimpering only made Marla more desperate to take her. Marla forced Candace's sexy legs open and was just about to ram her fingers up her roommate's gooey snatch when she finally came to her senses.
"Oh my God, Candace!" Marla cried in dismay. "What the fuck am I doing? I'm so sorry! I can't believe what I was about to do."
At first Marla didn't understand why instead of slapping her Candace took her by the hand and directed Marla's fingers back towards Candace's dripping pussy.
"Fucking take me," Candace demanded with a mad craze burning in her eyes. "Make me your bitch, Marla. I want to be your little pet pussy-pleaser!"
The intent way Marla stared at Candace throughout her show while diddling her cunt unashamedly stoked Candace's desires and inspired one of her all-time greatest performances. But Marla's aggressive behavior afterward inflamed Candace's lust more than anything she'd experienced during one of her shows. As if these new sapphic feelings for her roommate weren't confusing enough, now Candace had to examine why submission and loss of control made her pussy leak with such an unusually heavy flow.
Marla spent the rest of that magical evening teaching her roommate how to love a woman and Candace proved a most adept and eager student. Marla used a teaching process where she described a lesbian sex act in lurid detail before performing that same action upon Candace. Then of course she expected her new debutante to demonstrate what all she'd learned. Candace was a quick study and soon Marla's howls nearly rivaled Candace's screaming climaxes in volume.
After her rough claiming of Candace on that fateful night, the quiet, nerdy sex-addict became Marla's fuck-slave. The more humiliating or depraved the sex act, the more Candace enjoyed performing it. It was in Marla's bed after they completed their nightly routine of making each other come multiple times that the roommates first hatched their scheme to try and boost Candace's business.
"You're sure you were okay with me smacking you on the face?" Marla asked.
She carefully inspected Candace's cheeks for any scratches or bruises while Candace happily fondled udders that she could play with all day long. Marla nodded with satisfaction at finding she had left no lasting marks on her favorite face ever.
"I know we agreed on physical abuse beforehand but that part was the absolute worst for me," Marla said with a tone of slight disapproval. "I don't like hurting you."
"I loved it," Candace insisted. "It got me soooo fucking hot when you slapped me around like I was your bitch. Feel how wet I still am!"
Marla resisted at first when Candace took hold of her hand but she relented as Candace pulled her forward insistently and placed Marla's fingers on her soupy vagina. Candace's depraved enthusiasm was contagious and Marla never could help herself from being drawn into the diversity of her roommate's fetishes and fantasies. The insufferable girl was too damn cute and irresistible to not indulge in her every whim. Marla heard an audible squish and felt a pleasant liquid warmth running between her fingers when they made contact with Candace's drenched pussy.
"Ohhhhh, wow," Marla said with surprised delight at the discovery she'd found.
Wet was an understatement. Candace's pussy had become sloppy and drenched in her own juices. Marla worked her fingers up and down Candace's slick pussy lips before squelching her fingers deep within Candace and swirling them around in the warm goo gathered inside Candace's nethers. When Marla withdrew after another minute of gentle fingering, she used the sticky liquid clinging to her fingers to stroke Candace's sore asshole using soothing gestures.
"So you were definitely good with all the anal stuff we did?" Marla wondered as she gently massaged Candace's butthole and felt her roommate's responsive shiver.
Candace's anus felt swollen and sensitive from the earlier abuse inflicted on that orifice. Marla winced in sympathy as she recalled the length and circumference of the dildo swallowed up entirely by Candace's pliable ass. As she had with the very first performance Candace shared, Marla remained in utter awe that a girl possessing such a short and slight body frame boasted by far the most flexible asshole Marla had ever seen.
"That was my favorite part, you dummy!" Candace retorted with a playful shove at Marla's shoulder. "Of course I was good with it! Jeez, you perform on- camera with me once and it's like you don't even know me anymore. It's not like that was the first time I've eaten your big, sexy ass."
"Hey, I just want to make sure I didn't go overboard," Marla said with a chuckle as she daringly slipped a finger within the steamy inside of Candace's asshole. Marla's digit encountered zero resistance from Candace's anus or sphincter, her finger went in like it was nothing and Marla was certain she could fit in even more if she willed it.
"Oh baby," Candace sighed in the way that Marla had come to cherish as her finger waved back and forth inside the sexy girl's rectum. "I love the way you touch me so very much. Especially down there. How did we do tonight anyway? You've been distracting me so well I never even looked on the screen to find out."
Candace made a whining, impudent noise when Marla's finger exited from her asshole. She liked having things up there way too much. A buttslut indeed. Speaking of, Candace turned to look at one of the mirrors in their room and finally saw what Marla wrote in Sharpie above her asshole.
"Oh jeez," Candace said with a giggle when she read 'ENTER BUTTSLUT HERE'. "Marla, you're ridiculous and I love it."
Marla sniffed her dirty finger and breathed in the strangely sweet fragrance of Candace's rectal scent while she peered at the laptop monitor. Her eyes lit up when she observed the number of decimals recorded onscreen.
"Ummm, Candace?" Marla said as she shook her friend by the shoulder. "At one point we were the top trending room on the entire website with over two thousand viewers. Holy shit, look at all these tips! They fucking loved watching me "sexually assault" you. Here, come look at this."
Candace laughed at Marla's air quotes then gasped in shock when she saw the amount they'd earned. The roommates agreed beforehand to a 70/30 split with the advantage in pay going to the more experienced onscreen talent. After dividing their income, they calculated that Marla had made over a grand tonight with Candace earning more than twice that amount.
"Holy fucking shit!" Candace exclaimed. "I guess I'd call tonight a success then."
"How can you possibly top this?" Marla wondered.
"I have no idea," Candace admitted. "I haven't even decided how I should act during my next show. Should I pretend like nothing happened at all or behave all pathetic and broken? I have a depressing feeling that between the two the pervs who watch my shows would prefer pathetic and broken."
"You know, I think you broke character at the end there," Marla joked. "It's hard for viewers to believe your woe-is-me act when you're moaning super loudly and slobbering all over my junk."
Candace gave Marla another playful shove and said, "Hey, I'm no actress! I can only pretend so long before it's obvious I'm enjoying myself!"
"Okay, okay, fine," Marla said with a laugh.
Neither girl thought anything of the fact that the two of them remained naked. Wanton nudity in their dorm room had now become commonplace whenever they resided there in private. They couldn't get enough of each other's bodies.
"You know," Candace said foxily as she trailed her long fingernail up and down Marla's beefy arm until the large girl shivered. "This doesn't necessarily have to be, like, a one-time thing. Think how much more fun we could have."
"Are you serious?" Marla balked. She never once considered the possibility of her becoming a webcam model after this show. Who would actually want to see her bad enough to pay for it?
_Candace would,_ a small, hopeful voice in Marla's mind said.
Candace was the one who loved exhibitionism but the incorrigible girl was proving successful at pulling Marla ever deeper into her world, to the place where despite appearances Candy ran the show instead of her reluctant roommate. Though Marla just spent the last few hours dominating her roommate, humiliating her and roughly using every hole in her body she could no longer say which of them truly had control over the other.
"Hey, we obviously enjoyed ourselves tonight," Candace rationalized using the quiet, sultry whisper that never failed to make Marla shudder with need. The little brat knew exactly what kind of effect she had on Marla and could always turn that desire to her advantage. "We made a mint, too. Maybe we could make it seem like you're forcing me to continue doing shows with you against my will? That I've truly become your fucktoy pet in real life?"
Marla's breathing grew heavy and her heartbeat quickened at the indecency of Candace's whispered suggestions. Her dormant cunny awoke first with a slight tingle that built and built into a flaring heat that burned within Marla's sex.
"Oooh, I should buy a pink collar and leash for next time," Candace gushed at her own proposal. "That way you could force me to crawl on all fours like a dog and lead me around like a naughty pet. It would be soooo fucking hot when you pulled back on my leash until the collar choked me at the same time you 'raped' my ass from behind with a strap-on. Oh God, I'm creaming myself just thinking about it! I'd fuck you so goddamn hard if you did that!"
"Jesus, you have a filthy mind," Marla said with a chuckle.
Candace gave Marla a kiss and told her, "You love it."
True enough, though a somewhat unfair statement considering Marla loved every little thing Candace did. Candace raised a provocative eyebrow at Marla before continuing her line of conversation.
"You know what I'm thinking , Marla? Eventually we should do a show where we reverse roles so Candy can commit revenge against her tormentor."
Candace licked her lips as she imagined her roommate being under her control for one night with Marla's mouth, pussy and asshole at Candy's vengeful mercy. Marla's heart stopped for a moment as Candace grinned devilishly at the poetic justice of her own proposition.
"Now what all do you think I could make you do, Marla, if you surrendered yourself to me totally?" Candace wondered.
Marla's burning eyes stared with hungry, feverish intensity at her pretty roommate. With her large body frame and more assertive personality, Marla never seriously considered acting in the role of the bottom in a domme/sub relationship. The thought of a sexy little nympho like Candy assuming control over her and divvying out precious orgasms only once Marla pleased her well enough twisted Marla's nethers until her loins sparked aflame with lust.
Candace yelped when Marla lunged forward without warning and snatched her up in her arms before lifting her high into the air. She had no choice but to wrap her sleek legs around Marla's torso or else fall right down on her ass. Marla used her muscled strength to easily carry Candace's slight form across the room to Marla's bed. Candace squawked when Marla dropped her unceremoniously upon the mattress and dragged her by her ankles to the edge of the bed.
Marla moved on her roommate instantly, her pouty lips and long, lascivious tongue kissing and licking every available portion of Candace's beautiful, youthful body. Her tongue paid special attention to Candace's armpits, the undercarriage of her breasts, the sides of her neck, the innie of her bellybutton and all the other erogenous zones that excited Candace the most. Candace cooed and sighed as Marla loved her using the very same mouth that first awakened Candace to all the delights that the female form offered. The same mouth Candace daydreamed of during class then fantasized about in her nighttime dreaming, even when Marla was snoring beside her in bed.
Neither girl had uttered the word 'girlfriend' yet but any more the roommates spent all their free time together. Candace could have any guy she wanted if she would simply put herself out there but she never once mentioned any boy in passing nor hung out with any Marla knew of. Since consummating her relationship with Candace weeks ago, Marla hadn't slept with any of her teammates (much to the chagrin of her regular hook-ups on the squad). Marla helped Candace with her studies most weeknights and Candace had even started attending Marla's rugby matches.
Watching Marla kick ass up and down the field while her sweaty bottom gradually became filthier and filthier never failed to inspire Candace's lovemaking once both girls returned to their dorm room. Candace held a totally enraptured expression whenever she slowly peeled down Marla's workout pants in reverent worship before planting her face in Marla's bottom and breathing in deeply the heavy fragrance of Marla's sweat, skin, pussy and ass that all mixed together to create Marla's addictive true scent.
They slept in each other's arms most nights after making love and Marla found comfort she'd never experienced before cuddling naked with her sleeping best friend and feeling Candace's soft breath whispering over her skin. Marla never would have believed any girl this attractive would be into her or that such a wonderful girl would make bold claims about her like not being able to go one day without tasting the inside of Marla's asshole and mean it sincerely.
Marla and Candace already planned on moving into an apartment together for next school year. While apartment-hunting they would be sure to only look at subunits featuring a spacious extra room to use for Candy's performances. This dorm room was adequately-sized and had the benefit of soundproofing built into the walls but the inherent restrictions of this space wouldn't cut it for much longer. Candace also lived in fear of a day when her camgirl website might be blocked from the campus network and essentially put her out of work. There had never been a question that Marla would continue living with Candace after this year. Didn't that assumption imply Candace foresaw some kind of permanence to their relationship?
Marla's bulky arms wrapped around Candace's midsection while the side of her head rested atop Candace's cute flat tummy. She sighed happily as she felt the rise and fall of Candace breathing beneath her. Candace stroked her fingers through Marla's short hair while her roommate purred with pleasure from the deep scalp massage. Marla lowered herself even further until she faced Candace's crotch near enough to breathe in her natural scent and allow its wondrous fragrance to fill Marla's nostrils. Marla groaned with unquenched desire before extending her tongue and slowly lapping up the wet, sticky length of Candace's quivering quim.
With a sharp gasp and a pleased sigh, Candace's head rolled back against Marla's pillow as the warmth and moisture of Marla's dexterous tongue slowly traveled from the bottom aperture of Candace's slit up through the rest of the trembling opening then over her throbbing, lust-swollen clitoris. Candace's body twitched wildly beneath Marla's tongue as it danced across her privates.
Candace's pussy held a tangy, delectable flavor that Marla had been addicted to ever since her very first taste. Candace kept her mound entirely shorn of hair but promised she would eventually grow back her fur once she retired from modeling online. Marla couldn't wait for the day she licked that scrumptious pussy after Candace's pubis had grown in nice and hairy.
Candace maintained that she would keep performing only until her undergraduate studies were completed. By then she should have enough money saved up to pay her way through medical school and then could find a real job well before her looks faded and her figure became middle-aged.
"Then, best friend and lover," Candace had once told Marla while looking her straight in the eye, "Once she's officially retired, Candy will only perform for an audience of one."
Marla lifted up Candace's legs and pushed down on her lower limbs until her thighs were spread wide open. The fat, swollen lips of Candace's overexcited labia peeled apart wetly to reveal her gorgeously pink-shaded inner flesh. A gape enlarged by both Candace and Marla's earlier toying enticed Marla with its attractive view into the hidden depths of a glorious body that only Marla had ever been permitted to enter. Candace once again thought herself the luckiest girl on earth, a consideration she repeated daily at receiving Marla's loving attention.
Marla seized the backs of Candace's knees and spread her legs even wider apart. When Candace's privates became completely exposed, a trickle of love fluid squeezed through the swollen folds of Candace's pussy to drip slowly down from her slit. Her shows had proven again and again just how much Candace loved being watched while she did naughty things and there was no one she wanted watching her get kinky more than her Marla.
Marla extended her tongue to capture the errant spring of female nectar then drooled it back down onto Candace's pussy along with thick, frothy strings of her own spittle. Candace grunted at the wanton image of Marla slobbering over her cunt then emitted a low, whining mewl from the back of her throat as Marla's dancing tongue spread the thick slop of her own salival mess all over Candace's pussy until her genitals were completely soaked.
"You love me so good, Marla," Candace moaned as her hands clutched desperately at the pillow behind her. "I can't imagine sex ever being like this with anyone else. Why are you so good to me?"
_Because I'm hopelessly, desperately in love with you_ , Marla wished she had the courage to say out loud. _With both of you, in fact._
Marla couldn't help herself. She loved Candace and Candy both alike and though her mind could separate their incompatible personas she couldn't bear to be without one or the other. Marla wanted to watch and drool over Candy the sex goddess as the sexy model pranced around naked and shook her ass before committing the most depraved acts upon herself. She wanted to sit quietly and read or watch a movie with Candace while they laughed and cuddled close together.
Rather than reveal her true feelings and risk having her heart broken, Marla decided to speak crudely as she always did whenever her emotions for Candace got the better of her. That defense was always the safer option whenever Candace had ceded control of herself to Candy. Marla could afford to be more vulnerable and honest with Candace once her roommate reverted back to her public persona.
"Only because your hot cunt is so fucking juicy and delicious," Marla said between heavy breaths as her large bosom heaved with desire. "I want to eat all your gooey sweet center as I suck it out of you and swallow it down."
"Oh, fuck yes!" Candace cried out. "Talk dirty to me, Marla. I love it!"
"I want to make your slutty pussy come all over me until your spunk is dripping down my face," Marla replied breathlessly before lapping at Candace's throbbing, eager clitoris and giving the excited organ a few sucks. "Bathe me with it then make me swallow down all your cream."
"My God yes, eat all of it!" Candace shouted as she tangled her fingers in Marla's short, shaggy hair and used her roommate's face to mop up the hot fluids pouring out of her.
"So does all of you taste this amazing?" Marla wondered as she backed away from Candace with her cheeks and mouth glistening brightly in the lamplight.
"Oh God," Candy whined as her eyes rolled back in pleasure.
Once she'd captured enough of Candace's flavor in her mouth that the taste would linger for a great long while, Marla's tongue drifted down between Candace's narrow asscrack. Candace giggled when the tip of Marla's tongue tickled and teased her anus then she emitted a low keening wail as Marla's tongue slipped through the gaped ring of her hairless asshole. The muscle of Candace's sphincter had been so thoroughly exercised that the tissue of her anal rim expanded easily to encompass Marla's tongue as she pushed her way inside Candace's rectum. Marla smooched Candace's asshole with carnal affection as she flitted her tongue around the humid inside of that orifice.
With her tongue still inserted firmly inside Candace's ass, Marla wrapped her lips around the wrinkled skin of Candace's anus and sucked on her butthole with loud, obscene noises. The toes of Candace's upraised feet curled and her lower body tensed as Marla surrendered herself to pleasuring Candace's asshole with no consideration to cleanliness or propriety. Marla's slurping and smacking lips made every nerve ending in Candace's asshole sing with tingling pleasure.
"Just as I thought," Marla commented after withdrawing her mouth from Candace's gaping asshole with a lip-smacking pop. "Candy's dirty shithole tastes like melted sugar. Mmm, so yummy I can't get enough..."
Candace moaned louder than ever and dug her long, sharp fingernails into Marla's scalp as she directed Marla's mouth back to her slobbery, twitching asshole. She loved the exquisitely nasty way Marla rotated her tongue around the pink circle rimming her black gape before pushing the tip of her tongue back inside Candace's anal opening. Candace's eyes rolled back as Marla sucked on her ass again.
"Look at how slutty we've become since moving in together," Candace laughed as she reflected on their relationship thus far. "Just a couple of buttmunching bitches. Good Lord, your tongue is amazing, Marla. So long and flexible!"
"You love munching on my fat butt so much, though," Marla contended with her face doused in the combined syrup of Candace's leaking pussy juice and the ass-sweat secreted by this evening's exertions. Marla would keep breathing in the potent, intoxicating scent for hours as the taste and smell of Candace's ass lingered on the smears clinging to her mouth and nose. "Just as much as I love munching on your skinny little tush. You've got the cutest, sexiest little asshole I've ever seen."
"You've got that right, roomie," Candace said breathlessly. "I love y... this so much."
Regrettably, Marla missed hearing Candace's accidental near-declaration when she returned to service upon Candace's sugary-sweet pussy. Her roommate's snatch was so unlike the sweaty, hairy snatches Marla was accustomed to going down on. Until tonight's show, Marla typically treated Candace's hairless and delicate pussy like the fragile treasure it was. This evening however, still inflamed by her earlier domination and taking of Candace's cunt, Marla held nothing back.
Marla didn't just eat Candace's pussy, she devoured it. Candace screamed and held Marla close as Marla's busy mouth worked wonders upon Candace's body, slurping, sucking, licking, and chewing in the exact spots Marla knew from experience would trigger every pleasure receptor in Candace's filthy mind.
When she came, Candace threw her head back and screamed, "You're the best roommate ever!"
The End
_Hope you liked my story! It was a fun diversion to create something entirely original for once after the last few years I've spent working on continuances of my existing series._ |
19,433 | The Worst/Best Day Pt. 01 | Judus1987 | NonConsent/Reluctance | 2016-01-07 | 2016-01-07 | 2022-01-01 14:47:47 | 1 | literotica.com | https://www.literotica.com/s/the-worst-best-day-pt-01 | One guy's worst day ends up his best day. | ['Abduction', 'Anal', 'Cum Shot', 'Fingering', 'Non-Con', 'Noncon', 'Punishment', 'Taken'] | 3.15 | It was the worst day of my life
I sat it court awaiting judgement on the future of my kids. Across the court the woman who had brought this upon me.
Rachel bloody Thomas!
She didn't know me! She didn't know what the kids and I were going through! So they missed a bit of school. So they had been late a few times but I was struggling with them, and the bottle, it had been hard since their mother had died. I loved them and that's all that should count? Yes?
Not to her! She had met me once with a social worker and decided that I wasn't fit to be a parent, that the kids would be better off with their Grandparents. Who was she to decide that?
I sat there glaring at her at her, rage and bile rising inside me. There she sat, 5 foot, blond hair, a pretty face with a bit of a big nose but one I would find attractive if I didn't want to kill her, black shoes, black tights, black skirt and a cream blouse that was I little tight for her 34DD tits.
Rachel bloody Thomas!
The judge came in.
We all stood.
A decision was made. I don't remember the details. All that mattered was I lost and the kids will go to live with their Grandparents. I left the court in a daze and sat in my car, one minute weeping next howling in rage.
Then I saw her
Rachel bloody Thomas!
She was walking across the car park to her car, my case was the last of the day. A thousand thoughts ran across my mind. I could run her over, that would teach her. I could smash into her car, but she would know it was me and the kids would know.
She got into a blue car and before I knew it I was two cars behind her in the traffic. She was heading out of the city center, home perhaps?
I followed her for a few miles before we entered a small housing estate, I hanged back a bit and followed through a maze of roundabouts until after turning right off the last one she pulled onto a drive in front of 3 garages in a row, I drove passed,
"shit a dead end!"
Panicked that she may see me pulled onto a drive further down the street and turned car off. I watched as she got out of her car she walked around to the front of the building. I reversed off the drive I was on and slowly headed back up the road to the last round about, as I looked back I could see it was a flat above the three garages.
In front of the flat was a small garden surrounded by a large hedge. I parked my car down the road and walked back to her flat. Checking around I made sure no one could see me, I ducked into the hedge It was getting dark.
Lights came on in the flat as I watched, she was the first one home. Was there anyone else? One room then another. I wondered what to do? What was I doing? Why am I here? I was just about to leave when her door opened and she walked out back to her car.
"Shit" I thought "she must be on her way out".
But she had left her door open, she had gone to get her files and bags, she came around the corner again hands full.
As she approached the door I just reacted. All the rage and injustice made me move faster than I ever had. I ran at her as she entered the doorway. I slammed into her and she fell onto the stairs to the flat above. I slammed the door behind me and was on top of her before she knew what was happening. I covered her mouth with my hand.
"Make a noise and it won't end well". I growled at her.
Leaving her bags and files where they lay I got her to her feet, whilst still covering her mouth and keeping her facing away from me, "I don't think she had see my face as yet and though I'd better keep it that way" I thought
Leading her up the stairs we came to the corridor off which were the rooms of the flat. First door was living room, next was kitchen, then there was the bathroom and the final door was bedroom.
I led her in, my hand still gagging her and holding her facing away from me. I needed something to cover her eyes and tie her hands.
I looked around the room. A double bed, bedside table with lamp, a number of chest of drawers, clothes bursting out of drawers and piled on floor. A number of scarfs hanging on wardrobe door.
"Yes the scarfs will do!" I think as I grab them with my free hand.
I push her face first onto the bed a kneel on her arms as I straddle her back. I quickly tie the scarf around her eyes, I slide down her body grab her wrist and tie them with another scarf. I get off the bed and look down at her as she wipers in fear of what I'm about to do... |
19,434 | A Worthy Adversary | justtheone | NonConsent/Reluctance | 2014-10-19 | 2014-10-19 | 2022-01-01 04:05:43 | 1 | literotica.com | https://www.literotica.com/s/a-worthy-adversary | She's beaten him and put him away for good. | ['Superhero', 'Superheroine'] | 4.09 | _EDIT May 2015_
1.
The room is large, mostly empty, and brightly lit. A lot like an airplane hangar. Doesn't feel as if it's underground when you stand in here. It is, though. Very deep.
Cameras in all four corners, suspended from the ceiling. And beneath them, mounted on tripods with their feet bolted into the floor, we've got bulbous robotic swivel guns. They don't shoot bullets—these are zappers, ray guns. Designed for blasting down creatures that bullets can't harm. Smoky purple light pulses behind the triangular emitter panels they have in place of barrels. They look like angry blinking eyes.
The professor sits sideways on his cot with his legs folded in the so-called lotus position; holds his back perfectly straight. His hands are clasped on his knees. He wears an orange jumpsuit, and he's surrounded by a forcefield, faintly shimmering.
Nasty as he is, the man is still pretty handsome, for a guy his age. Reminds her a bit of Jeremy Irons. Only younger than Jeremy Irons is these days—last thing she saw him on, some show on cable, he was looking much more elderly than whatever she'd seen him in before that, probably some movie where he was the bad guy again. You'd have to take him back a decade or so ... Still old, at that point, but not like a grandpa. Still handsome. Then he was like the professor—except the professor was a bit bulkier.
There was a time she trusted this man more than anybody. There was a time she had looked up to him, so much.
Now he smiles at her. "You've come to gloat? I did not expect that from you. Nonetheless, I am pleased to see you again."
The superheroine, standing outside the forcefield with her arms folded across her chest, and one hip canted slightly to the side, shakes her head and sneers. "Do you remember what you said to me before?"
He nods. "Of course. I meant every word."
This remark causes her to snort. "You said I'd regret it if I challenged you."
"I believe the word I used was 'tested,' in fact. I gave you that warning in good faith. And that was not all I said to you, if you haven't forgotten. First I told you I admired you, very much. Because it is true. It was true then and it remains true. You are very brave, very smart, and in addition, very beautiful. You are my very favorite enemy."
"But I beat you, didn't I? I captured you and now you're imprisoned. Caged. You didn't think I could pull that off."
"No. I did not. You surprised me. You really did. I will not disguise the fact. Made me admire you all the more. You lived up to your name in the fullest possible name."
The superheroine is called Knockout. And only a short time ago—a matter of days—she had indeed literally knocked out this professor, when he was in his other and far more formidable form—that of a supervillain using the name Monstrous. The professor is already tall and powerfully built, a well- conditioned individual; his body becomes substantially larger and more muscular when he takes on his other identity. Nearly three times Knockout's size. She'd outfought him and brought him down, all the same. This in spite of the fact that she herself possesses no extraordinary powers. Though a superheroine, she is not superhuman—except perhaps for the intensity of her commitment. Scrupulous discipline and training have made her what she is, no weird technology nor magic nor mutation.
Her costume is not very imaginative. Bog-standard, in perfect frankness. Knockout never bothered to create a distinctive branding for herself, or (as has become more and more common) to pay someone else to design one for her, or to take a sponsorship deal. She has no understanding or interest of the importance of such things—if they have any. (We will not take time to dispute that question further.) She wears a white longsleeve leotard with a short black cape and a short black skirt. Her logo is a blue fist, with a gold starburst behind it, signifying an explosive impact—her tights are the same shade of blue, with little gold stars spangled on them. She wears one of those traditional basic domino eye masks that don't actually do much to hide your identity. However, Knockout's real identity isn't anybody special. She's not one of those heroines that's related to a mayor or police chief, nor is she a wealthy CEO or socialite. It's not going to cause a big scandal if/when people find out her real name, and she has no family to put at risk, nor any close friends outside the super-community. Knockout has practically no alternate life beyond her crime-fighting career, not even a weak pretense of one. She just doesn't bother ...
Her mask is white, and held in place with an elastic cord around her head rather than an adhesive—she doesn't like the sticky masks that most other supers use these days; the goo on them irritates her eyes. She keeps her hair trimmed boyishly short, and it's bleached.
She wears mean boots—that's the only thing about her costume that stands out, slightly. They're not the kind of boots people associate with superheroines, sleek and rubbery and colorful, usually with high heels unless instead they're those other extremely flexible kind, "sock-boots". (Boots like that are quite cute and comfy, and also real good for sneaking around in, but not ideal for a heroine to use if she doesn't have the regular range of superpowers—all a bad guy needs to do is stomp on your toes to take you down!) Knockout prefers no- nonsense workboots. Hefty shitkickers with thick-treaded soles and steel toes. No laces on them, either—hers each use half a dozen buckled straps. Much more secure.
She's rather short and looks younger than she is. Frailer, too. Lean as she is, it's a gymnast's body, or a ballet dancer's. Give her cause, and this little girl could take those twiggy arms and legs of hers and tie yours into a knot with them, and then, no matter how big and bad you might think you are, she'll fling your ass over her head all the way across the room and bounce you off the walls like a basketball before you knew what was happening to you ... the professor can vouch for that personally, having undergone the experience.
Facially, she happens to look quite a bit like the actress Jena Malone, and her eyemask does little or nothing to disguise that resemblance. Several times since her career got fired up, the story has swept across the internet that Knockout really is Jena Malone. This is total bullshit. Her real name is Georgia Swafford. She just looks a lot like the actress. The real Jena Malone, mischievously, never outright denies that she's the heroine, whenever she's asked. Seems amused by the rumor.
The professor used to work for the good guys—or at least he pretended to, for many years. He was a respected and highly valued technical advisor to the worldwide superhero community, building a variety of useful gadgets for them and doing other important scientific work. Knockout had thought of him as a mentor, almost a surrogate father figure, and she wasn't the only super to have done so.
Then, almost accidentally, she discovered the truth about him. His other identity.
Nobody had believed her. Nobody had wanted to. Not until she finally caught him redhanded. Took months of careful investigation and planning, working completely alone. No other heroes or heroines would assist her; everyone thought she'd gone out of her mind. The professor always used elaborate holograms and androids of himself to cover his ass—providing watertight alibis, whenever he was elsewhere being Monstrous.
She had persevered and she had triumphed. He was going to spend the rest of his days in prison—unless he got sentenced to execution, instead. There was a very good chance of that. Monstrous had killed a whole hell of lot of people, in a whole hell of a lot of nasty ways. He had been a gleeful showoff about it.
"I often had the sense," he said, "that you used to have a little bit of a schoolgirl crush on me. Before you found out about my dark side, of course."
"In your dreams," she said, and spat on the concrete floor.
He laughed and shrugged. "Quite so. I always told myself I was only imagining it. An aging man's conceit."
"You were important to me, though," she told him, "You used to be."
"I know."
"When I found out who you really were ... God. Just ... I'll never get over it. Not entirely. Cut my guts out. God damn you for that. God damn you for fucking ever."
"I'm sure it was difficult for you. I'm sorry about that. Truly. I wish I was genuinely the kind of person you believed me to be. Alas, I never was. I am altogether different."
"You pretended. You faked it."
"Yes. To protect myself, and my ... amusements. If you had not exposed me, I would still be doing that now. Living two lives in parallel—both as complete as possible. I enjoyed the sport of it. No, it was more than sport. It was a work of art."
"It was disgusting and criminal and sick. That's what it was. That's what you are!"
"Yes. I suppose you're right, as far as it goes."
"They're going to kill you. I'd bet all my money on it. They're gonna put your ass down like a rabid dog."
"No, my dear. I'm afraid you are mistaken on that point. What you've failed to take into account is the value of my intellect. I'm too useful to my friends for them to allow me to perish, or to remain locked away in this place."
"You don't have any friends. Not any longer."
"Perhaps I don't," said the professor, "but that's not the case for my other self. Monstrous still has many friends."
"You mean other supervillains? You think they're gonna stick their necks out, trying to bust you out of here? You're deluding yourself. Even if they dared, they couldn't pull it off. This facility is too well guarded."
He shook his head. "It isn't. It's completely compromised. It has been, since we built this place. I'll show you."
He lifted his left hand and snapped his fingers. The forcefield around him immediately vanished. Switched off, just like that.
The professor unfolded his legs to stand up. "You should probably do your best to leave now," he said, "This will be your only chance."
Knockout lifted her fists and shifted her feet to a combat stance. "I won't permit you to escape. You should have waited to kill the forcefield—you just couldn't resist the impulse to show off."
"Very true. My greatest weakness."
"You still gotta get through me to get out of here. And there's no chance you can. Because I know you can't transform."
"Correct again, my dear. They injected me full of suppressants—the same drugs I myself designed."
"How ironic."
"I don't think I would choose to call it ironic, myself. In my opinion, on the contrary, the symmetry of it seemed rather apt. Hoist by my own petard, as it were. Even so, it doesn't present me with any disastrous difficulty, at the present time. I won't need to transform into Monstrous, to defeat you. In fact I won't have to fight you at all."
"How on earth do you figure that?"
"I'm disappointed in your lack of observation. Did my best to teach you better in the old days. It's vital to stay fully aware of your surroundings in any combat scenario. You've completely forgotten about the robo-guns, my dear. The blasters mounted in every corner of this room! Just like the forcefield, they are under my control now. Let me show you."
"Shit," she said.
Did her best to dodge, and held out for more than a minute. A whole acrobatics routine, tumbling in zigzags around and around the room, and made it all the way around again to the outer door without getting hit—only that door was locked. If she had powers, she could have busted through it. She didn't. Strong as she was, it was just regular strength. Not enough to do the job against that metal door, like a bank vault's.
Then she got blasted in the back. Thought she was dead—fried like an egg on the spot. Only turned out the zapper's ray was turned down to a pretty low power level. Just stunned her.
2.
She was only unconscious for a minute or two. The professor woke her up, not deliberately but from jostling her around. Head throbbing—no, her whole body throbbing, actually—she groaned and tried to sit up, blinking to clear her vision.
She was on the professor's cot, sprawled on her back, and he was right next to her. Actually hunched over her. He was in the process of peeling her leotard off. He had it just about down around her hips already. Her arms had been dragged down straight to her sides, trapped at the moment against her hips inside the leotard's long bunched-up sleeves (well, bunched-down). They had both only slid down as far as her elbows.
Her cape, her skirt, and her boots had been removed while she was still unconscious. Now they were scattered around the cot on the grubby prison floor, where the professor had tossed them at random. He'd left her white eyemask alone. Otherwise all she had left was the leotard and her blue and gold star-spangled tights ... Her costume obviously wasn't the sort of thing a girl wore any underwear under. The stupid leotard was well on its way off, and continuing to descend at a rapid and determined rate, as the professor kept tugging down on it with both his hands, chuckling ... Her torso was completely exposed, her freckled bony shoulders, her little boobs. Her belly too, with its striking washboard abs.
Oh God. Her boobs. He could see her boobs. She hated her little funny-shaped boobs, she was always ashamed of them, and the professor was staring at them and leering over them like a demon, getting off on it. So gross! And she couldn't even put her hands up over them to block his view. Not until she wrestled her arms free from her leotard sleeves. And doing that was practically just assisting him to strip her the rest of the way! God!
Then she found she could barely move anyhow. Her limbs felt sluggish, tingling all over. There was a buzzing in her head. The painful throbbing had faded—now this buzzing had taken its place. She couldn't speak properly either—her lips and tongue felt swollen and numb. Dentists could stop using injections, it seemed—they could switch to ray guns, if they wanted, now the tech was perfected. Same affect. She could testify. Well, once the feeling in her mouth finally came back. Ha.
She tried to shout "Stop!" and "Let go of me!" and "What the fuck do you think you're doing?" All that came out of her face was a bunch of high pitched squawking gibberish and slobber.
She tried to kick the professor away from her, and when that failed, to roll herself sideways off the cot. That didn't work either. She was too weak and clumsy to get away from him.
"Don't worry," he said, "you will fully recover your faculties in another minute or so. I promise. Better if you just lie still until then. Try to calm down. I'm not going to hurt you; I give you my word. And flailing around like that will only do more harm than good."
She kept right on flailing, all the same. Didn't stop him from getting the leotard off of her—didn't even slow him down. At least her arms were free now. Her first instinct, embarrassingly, was still to cover her boobs. She resisted it, though. Groped for his throat instead. Got hold of his neck and tried to throttle the shit out of him. Didn't work. He only clucked his tongue at her, and then grabbed her wrists and pried her fingers from his neck with humiliating ease. She was weak as a kitten! It was horrible! She started to cry.
"Leggo me. Leggo my-ands." She was almost able to talk again. For all the good that did. "Fucker!" Well, that was satisfying—being able to swear properly. "Fucker! Fuck off!"
"There, see? Just as I told you. You'll be back to your normal strength very soon," the professor said, "Hmm. Now, what am I going to do about that? Ah, this should work. Yes!"
He darted aside for a moment to snatch her skirt from the floor. Her narrow white belt was unbuckled but still attached to it, threaded through its loops. He tugged it out. "This will do the trick."
He used the belt to lash her hands together, at the wrists. Knotted them painfully tight. She screamed and cursed again. "You asshole! Don't! Stoppit!"
"It's necessary, I'm afraid. Now I can keep you pinned pretty securely with one hand ..." As he then demonstrated. He pinned her facedown this time on the cot, with her bound arms stretched over her head. "And that leaves my other hand free to finish what I started."
By which he meant the removal of her last article of clothing (leaving aside her stupid useless mask). Her tights.
No! No! Not them too! She had to stop him! How could she stop him?
If he got the tights too she'd be totally utterly—NO! No fucking way! It must not happen!
He peeled them over the jutting ridges of her hips and next over her butt, then down her legs ... He took his time about it, savoring the act ... pausing every few inches to pinch and caress the new expanse of bare soft white flesh that he'd exposed, moist and slick with sweat, bristling with goose pimples. Extremely sensitized.
She didn't hold still for this treatment. Thrashed around and kicked as hard as she could. None of it helped. In fact her desperately bicycling legs probably assisted him. There was a moment where he pushed the tights low enough he couldn't reach them any longer, to get them the rest of the way off. Not in the position he was holding her arms down. The tights were bunched up around her ankles. To take them off completely, he would have needed to shift his weight, and it might have given her an opportunity to wrestle out from under him or perhaps even flip him around so he would get pinned instead. But she blew the opportunity, kicking her feet too much in a brainless panic. She finished the job for him—kicked the tights completely off. She squealed, when she realized what she'd done—and that she'd done it to herself! "No! Noohh! Gahuuhhrr!"
Now he had her utterly stark naked. And still pinned beneath him on the cot, flat on her belly with her arms stretched over her head. Pretty much completely helpless. Completely at his mercy.
At least flat on her belly, her boobs were hidden, and her pussy too. Mostly. Her poor defenseless ass, though ... Like it was served up on a platter for him to do whatever he desired ...
"Leggo of me! Get off me! Get off! Let go! You fucker! Swear I'm gonna kill you for this! Gonna kill you! I swear! I fucking swear!"
He slapped her bare ass. It stung so bad and she couldn't even fight back. "Just hush up for a minute. Listen to me now. It's time to get serious. It's time for you to shut up and think about your circumstances. You need to face the realities of your present predicament. Your options are very limited, from here on. I'm going to offer you a couple choices. I need you to hear me out, think it over, and then make your decision. All right? Are you listening? Are you ready?"
Knockout didn't answer him, but she'd stopped moving and stopped yelling. She waited. She had better settle down and listen, like he said. It was a humiliating agony, but it was what she had to do, so she'd do it. Pretend to surrender. Only viable choice right now. She held still and kept her face down, nose burrowed deep in the musty-smelling mattress of the cot. Fuming, biting her lip—but trying to calm down, or at least to fake it. While at the same time, inside, she was steeling herself in mind and body and spirit for whatever terrible shit was going to happen to her next. She must maintain personal psychological discipline at all costs. That was key! Husband her strength and bide her time until the right opportunity presented itself to correct this situation. Then she would save herself and take out this villain, just as she succeeded in doing before. A chance would come—she mustn't miss it when it did. Things looked very grave at the moment ... All the same, she mustn't lose heart. Mustn't let herself. She was a fucking superheroine!
Even if she was absolutely naked. Even though it was most the mortifying and shameful experience in the world—to be stripped and pinned down helpless like this, by her greatest and deadliest enemy, after she thought she'd bested him and put him away for good.
She really needed to pee, all the sudden. Real real bad. Tickling under her belly like crazy! She was terrified she wouldn't able to keep holding it much longer. If she wet herself, all the sudden, in front of him, she would probably die on the spot. Or she hoped she would. She would have a heart attack or her head would explode, or maybe both things would happen simultaneously. All three things, rather. God oh God. She had to stop thinking about it. That only made the tickling and burning inside of her tickle and burn worse and worse.
"When I leave here," the professor said, "I'm going to be taking your costume with me. So be ready for that to happen. Start dealing with it now. A trophy—not for myself. It's for my associates, waiting outside to pick me up and fly me out of the country. They will make a great deal of money off that outfit, selling it to some depraved collector. My friends would much prefer that I bring you along as well—they would like to sell your body, the same way. I'm not going to allow that to happen. I told them I would, but it was a lie. You are too special to me. I am going to have revenge on you—you owe me that, and I owe it to you—but I have no wish to see you permanently destroyed or enslaved. So when I leave here, I'll be leaving you behind, right here on this cot. I will reactivate the forcefield, and you will be left naked inside it, when your peers find you and release you, but you shall not be harmed. Just as I promised you earlier. First, though, we must settle the account between us. And we must do it here, before the cameras that continuously record everything that happens in this chamber. I'll also be taking those recordings with me, when I go. They will be as valuable as your costume, or perhaps more so. Once we finish this performance. Capturing you and undressing you made for quite a thrilling spectacle, but our future viewers will want to see a bit more. A proper conclusion to the drama. How we conclude it, I'm going to leave up to you. Two alternatives—pick whichever you prefer ..."
A pause. Somewhat lengthy ... At last he cleared his throat, quite theatrically. "Hmm. You missed your cue, my dear. That was the part where you were supposed to ask me what your alternatives are. Go on now. Ask me out loud."
"What are my fucking alternatives?"
"Only one is fucking, actually. The other is, you blow me. Well, a bit more to it than that. Not much but a little. I shall stand up and you in turn, obviously, shall kneel down before me at my feet and humble yourself. You've never humbled yourself for a man before. A girl like you never would, not willingly. Not even to a man you loved—you wouldn't love any man that would ask that of you—let alone a despised enemy like me. That's why I want to see you do it. For me. That's what will make it so perfect and beautiful a revenge. You'll do more than kneel naked. That will be difficult enough, I know, but then you will tell me that you were a fool to test me. Because brave and beautiful as you are, you are no match for me. I want to hear you say those words, looking me straight and fierce in the eye when you say them, and then you'll take my cock in your mouth and pleasure it until I'm ready to paint your pretty masked superheroine face all over with my semen. To demonstrate my mastery of you. Now obviously that would be a very hard and humiliating thing for you to do. Every aspect of it would be an excruciating torment for you. So if you'd rather not, we can finish things another way. Your second choice, you don't have to say anything at all, I will just bend you over my lap and spank your bare ass, and then, once I feel like you've taken enough of that, I will fuck you. Doggy style, on this cot. You'll take it like a bitch. In fact while it lasts, you'll be my bitch. But again, you won't have to say anything to me, as it occurs—you won't have to make any embarrassing admissions in front of the cameras. It won't be as total a submission. You won't be giving anything up to me—it will only be an act of taking. And I won't come on your face, if we do it that way. I shall come inside of you. Fill you with me, deep as I can reach. Don't worry about getting knocked up, either. My condition—I mean the genetic engineering I self-administered that allows me to become Monstrous—inadvertently rendered me sterile, in the process. An unforeseen side effect. So it goes."
"I thought you promised you wouldn't hurt me. Now you say you plan on spanking me and raping me."
"Only if you don't take the other option. And don't be such a baby about this. I'm sure you can handle a spanking, my dear. It will sting and it may leave some ugly marks on your pretty white butt, for the next few days, but for Heaven's sake, I've seen you fistfight with cyborg ninja dinosaurs, and as I recall, those nasty chaps had retractable bone spikes in their fists, and chainsaws built into their tails. If you were game for that sort of contest, surely you've courage enough to face a bare-bottom spanking! As for the sex—it will be strenuous, certainly. Non-consensual. It is meant to be a punishment, and a ritualized assertion of dominance, same as the spanking. But again I won't be too rough on you. I'm not setting out to cripple you. That's not my cup of tea. I shall endeavor to make sure you are properly lubricated throughout the transaction, for my own comfort as much as yours. In any case, I am of the opinion that no humiliating revenge fuck is truly successful unless the victim is compelled to orgasm, regardless of her reservations. If all one can manage is to tear the girl up inside and make a ghastly mess of her, one is only making a fool of oneself. That's no conquest; there's no art at all to it."
How could he speak of rape as an art? How could anyone let himself go that far over the edge? And what deluded self-aggrandizing bullshit—thinking he could make her come against her will. Never in a million years. The very idea—God, it was so absurd and yet so appalling all at once it made her shudder all over, and clench inside. Giving up that much to your nemesis ... You couldn't help but imagine what that would feel like—it would never ever happen, but God it would be shattering if it did, if it could. The ultimate disgrace. You couldn't recover from an experience like that, could you? No way in Hell. It would haunt you the rest of your life and drive you nuts.
"You are evil," she said, "Not psycho, either. Not insane. Just evil. An evil shit. That's what you are."
"Yes I am," he admitted, "Totally and irredeemably. That's why, before I finish, I will be able to make you come for me, if you've the daring and the curiosity to put me to the test again. What do you say? Shall it be that, or the other? Choose your punishment."
"What if I won't? What if I defy you altogether?"
"Then I suppose it will have to be Option Number Two, by default. The first option means you've accepted your defeat and the consequences. The ramifications. The second means you haven't yet—not completely. It means you are still trying to hold out. Still hoping you can turn the tables on me, somehow down the road. Admirable spirit. That won't happen, I'm afraid. In the end, you will face the truth of that. In the end, one way or the other, I will have your absolute surrender and submission."
"Never! Never! Fuck you! Never! I'll die first!"
"No you won't," he said, "and now, my dear lovely Knockout, best and bravest and most beautiful of enemies, I'm going to prove that to you."
3.
When he was putting her over his lap, she wrestled free from him for a minute. Problem was, after that, she had nowhere to run to. Even if she kept just dashing around and around the cot in circles, keeping out of his clutches, the fucking ray guns would eventually blast her down again.
She tried going on the offensive. Tried kicking him in the nuts. All that ended up doing was giving her foot to him. He caught her ankle with both hands, and she couldn't jerk loose again. He wasn't strong enough, however, to topple her over. As much as he shoved and tugged, she just hopped around him on her other foot, in sync with his every move. He couldn't force her off balance. Meanwhile, she was loosening the belt around her wrists with her teeth ... Another few seconds, she would have been able to whale on him again with both fists. And they were too close together just then for the stupid robo-guns to intervene and save his ass that time.
He did a lowdown dirty trick. She would have had him, she would have won ... But since he had her bare foot trapped in her hands, he tickled the bottom of it.
She never saw that coming. It wrecked her, instantly. It was like being electrocuted. She screeched and collapsed backward on the cot. He didn't let go or quit tickling her. When she tried to kick him with her other foot, that only made things worse again. 'Cause he caught hold of that foot too and tickled it as well—using his tongue that time, under her toes.
She squealed and hollered and even begged him to stop, after a few more seconds. Couldn't help herself. "Please! Please! No more! Stop! Stoppit! Oh please! Oh please!" She also lost control of her bladder and peed all over the place. It blasted straight up in the air like a high-pressure lawn sprinkler on a golf course, or a Yosemite geyser!
He stopped tickling her after that—after the spraying petered out—but by then she was nearly unconscious again, her whole body limp. All she had the strength to do was gasp, and whimper a little, when he rolled her over and dragged her across his lap ... sitting on the opposite side of the cot from the one she'd just drenched.
After a long, lingering moment of panting stillness, she woke up to what was about to happen: "No! God! No! Wait!" Having got her over his lap, he seemed in fact to have been quietly waiting for this realization to hit home, and thus energize her once more to resume her struggles and kicks, futile as they remained. "No! Oh no!"
"Yes, yes," he said, "Oh yes!"
Then he spanked her. The first spanking she'd ever received in her life. It went on and on and on. Whap-whap-whappitywhap-whap ... Whap! Whap! WHAP!
She yelped and squirmed and sniveled. She kicked her feet and pounded her fists on the floor under her upside down head. The need to pee came back, the tickling burning squeezing inside—she'd just emptied herself, yet it was still as strong and urgent as before. Not fair. Horrible.
The spanking didn't actually hurt very much. It got worse as it went along, but never to an unbearable degree. What was unbearable—what made her cry and shiver all through it—was only the fact it was happening and she couldn't make it stop. The embarrassment, the anger, and the feeling of utter useless powerlessness—something she'd never experienced before, not like this. Never in her whole life. She was being spanked naked over the knee of her arch nemesis. She'd never before felt like so much of a girl, in the worst possible sense. A little helpless girly girl—weak and silly and stupid and pathetic. It almost made her glad that the professor had taken her entire costume off—she didn't deserve to wear it, since she let this happen to her. She didn't deserve to be a superheroine anymore.
Suddenly he stopped paddling her. Instead, still keeping her bent over across his lap, with her red tear-streaked face drooping to the floor, he started prodding gently between her thighs at her pussy, from behind, with his fingertips. Petting it, poking into it, but only slightly and very softly.
She groaned. It was all she could do. The feeling there, that touch ... Oh God, the way that felt! It didn't feel like it was supposed to. Or actually it did—just not when it was the fingertips of this horrible evil man doing the touching. Using the very same hand he'd just been slapping the Hell out of her asscheeks with. A hand that hurt her butt like that shouldn't also be able to make her pussy feel like this ...
Oh God. God. Oh. Oh no. At least so far she kept these words inside. Still, that hid nothing. He knew what was happening to her. He was watching her toes flex against the concrete each time he prodded inside of her—she didn't know her own feet were doing that—while at the same time his fingers could feel everything he was making her feel. Or the evidence of it. The trembling. The residue. The spillage.
"Ha," he said, "I thought so. I thought you were the type to respond this way. Didn't expect it, did you? You're so wet now. Your punishment made you wet for me. Ha."
That desperate need to pee again—the burning squeezing tickling inside—that wasn't what she thought it was. Not just that, anyway. It was also this, the whole time—a different urge, yet just as desperate and impossible to suppress for long. The scorching wetness he was touching now. And stirring it further, with his fingers. It was arousal. It was lust.
Oh God. Oh no.
How? Why? And what would happen to her now?
But she knew that already, didn't she? Of course she did. Of course. There was only the one answer. This whole entire time, it seemed. It had all built to this moment. It had always been building to this moment between them. The heroine and the villain, captor and captive. This feeling. This realization.
"It can be pretty sexy-feeling to lose, you know," said the villain, "And to be made helpless. Even to be disgraced. Especially to be disgraced, sometimes. It's not just like this for you alone, don't worry. Depends who does it to you, and what you think of them, and how strong the feelings are, positive or negative, or both intertwined. Didn't this stuff ever occur to you, my dear? But I'm sure it has, deep down. We're all the same under the surface. I know what I'm talking about. I speak from experience. A long life's worth."
"Stop that! Don't touch me there! Stop!"
"I won't stop. Why should I?"
"This wasn't—Guhrrh! The deal! You were just supposed to—Ohhhuuhh! Wait! You're just supposed to—Stop that and listen! Hey! Take your fingers out! Right now! You're just supposed to spank me!"
"You know better than that. The spanking was the only the first part of it. Now we're moving on to the next part. The better part. For both of us."
"No! Not like this! You said you'd do it doggy! That's what you said! Gonna make me your bitch, right? Isn't that what you wanted?"
"Is that what you want now?"
Of course not, not really. She'd fixed on the notion that the fucking wouldn't feel as good. She might have been right. His cock would be more brutal than his fingers, when he put it into her. He'd lose his poise. Start pounding away heedless like guys always did, when she let them ... She wouldn't take pleasure in it anymore—not like this, with just his hand, the way he was rubbing her now. She wouldn't come. Guys never made her come, when they fucked her. No matter the position—they were always too rough, too fast, too heedless. Always got carried away and spoiled it for her.
So that was how she'd stop him from making her get off. She had to get him to move on to the proper sex. Then she'd suffer again—in the right way. Save her soul.
"Are you done spanking me? If you're done, let me off your lap. My head hurts worse than my butt from hanging upside down so long. Fuck me for real, if you wanna fuck me. Use your cock like a man. If you think you're a man."
"I will in a minute," he said, "Just one more minute. I'm not quite done spanking you yet."
He pulled his fingers from her pussy, thank God—then started slapping her some more. Only he didn't slap her asscheeks this time.
This time, he slapped her right on her pussy.
She came. "AHHUUHH!" Her pussy sprayed again, when she did. Not as much as when she was tickled, but still. "Uhhuuhhn. Uhhuuhhn. Uhhnn."
"How was that?" he asked her.
Took a minute or so before she'd got her breath back enough to answer. "I hate you. I hate you so much."
"I know."
"You were right about me, too. I did have a crush on you, like a schoolgirl for her teacher." Why did she say that to him? Because she couldn't hold it back any longer. All her barriers inside had all come crashing down. "It tortured me so much. I practically worshipped you. And then I found out you were evil. I wanted to die. I still want to die. How could you do this to me? How could you reduce me to this? I've fought so hard. I've fought as hard as I could and it's never enough. It's not fair! You have so much power over me! I can't do anything about it, whatever I try! Oh God, you made me come. You haven't even fucked me yet and I still let you make me come!"
"Will you kneel for me now?" he asked her. "Will you accept my cock into your mouth?"
"Would you still rather have that from me than the fucking? I guess it hardly makes a difference now. I already came for you, you've already won, and then you'll get to come either way."
"I'll come better if you suck it. If you're looking up at me. If you've surrendered yourself, entirely. That's what I want."
"Fine, you evil fucking bastard. I will," she said, "I'll do it. I surrender. Everything."
"Then show me." He shoved her off his lap to the floor. She pushed herself up on her knees with her bound hands and swiveled around to face him, as he rose to his feet and unzipped his jumpsuit—presenting his cock to her lips.
She had to sit on her heels to get the level right, choosing on her own to do that rather than bending forward. She closed her eyes and opened her mouth wide as she could to engulf him, but he stopped her, clutching her short bleached hair. "Speak the words first. Rub your pussy while you say them."
She couldn't remember exactly what he'd wanted her to say, just the gist of it. "You won. I lost. I'm a big loser. I challenged you and I guess that was stupid. 'Cause look at me now, about to suck your cock."
"Open your eyes and look at me. Don't stop rubbing your pussy, girl. Do it harder. Harder!"
"Shit. Oh shit. Oh. Ohhooh. Dammit! God damn! You're making me ... you made me surrender to you. Took away my costume and then you made me come for you and you could probably do it again, probably whenever you want. Hell, I'm in your power, you evil fucker. Maybe I always will be. Anyway, here we are. I'm naked on my knees and I'm fingering myself for you and I ... I surrender. I fucking surrender! I surrender! Uhh! Uhh! Dammit! Uhhuuhhnn!"
"Good girl," he said, "Very good." And he fed her his cock, deep as she could take it down her throat, choking her with it.
"Urk! Urk! Urk!"
She only had to hold it there a few seconds, though, before he was ready to pull out and drench her face. He pumped a wide white mask of semen across her face that hid her features far more thoroughly than her domino ever had, bellowing her name as he did.
"KNOCKOUT!" |
19,435 | Would it Make You Cum? | norfolklad | NonConsent/Reluctance | 2017-04-27 | 2017-04-27 | 2022-01-01 15:45:17 | 1 | literotica.com | https://www.literotica.com/s/would-it-make-you-cum | A fantasy about being forced is revealed and brought to life. | ['Anal Sex', 'Bondage', 'Female Masturbation', 'Forced Sex Fantasy', 'Guilt', 'Oral Sex - Female', 'Oral Sex - Male', 'Stranger Sex', 'Swallowing', 'Vibrator'] | 4.21 | _This is a very short story based on something a past girlfriend once told me. The final outcome may or not be based on fact._
*****
It was late one night when Lia and I were lying in bed, discussing fantasies. The light was out so that she could reveal her innermost secrets without too much embarrassment. She cuddled up close to me for support as she opened up.
'Sometimes I fantasise about being taken against my will - being raped', she said, after a long pause. 'That sounds dreadful, doesn't it? After all, rape is horrible and too many women go through it for real.'
'I know,' I replied, 'but we're talking fantasy here, not reality. Lots of people fantasise about things that they would never want to happen in real life - to them or anyone else.'
'I suppose so', she replied.
I held back, for fear of distracting her. I wanted her to go on.
'It must be my upbringing. At the convent school, the sisters rammed it into us that sex was sinful unless it was for procreation. It's left me with a guilty sense that I shouldn't be so willing to have sex all the time, just for fun, and I certainly shouldn't enjoy it as much as I do.'
She squeezed my arm to reinforce the point.
'If I were forced, I wouldn't have that guilty feeling. It wouldn't be up to me, would it? I'd just have to take it - whatever he wanted to do to me.'
'But what if you found that you enjoyed it?' I asked. 'Wouldn't that make you feel guilty too?'
'Maybe,' she replied, 'but it still wouldn't really be up to me, would it?'
'What if he made you cum? You might.'
'Oh god, that would be awful', she flashed back. 'Do you think I might? I hadn't thought of that.'
'What if he made you masturbate yourself?'
'Oh, I couldn't do that. Something else to blame on the nuns.'
'You wouldn't have a choice. He'd take hold of your hand and force it between your legs and make you do it. Would it make you cum?'
'Oddly, it might', she replied. 'I'm not sure I could cum just doing it by myself - too much guilt again - but if I had no choice...'
'I know you like me using your vibrator on your clit but you don't like me putting it inside you. What if he did that?'
'I'd feel wrong about that - having something artificial inside me - but, yes, it would probably make me cum.'
'What if he licked your pussy?'
'You know what happens when you lick my pussy. I'd be certain to cum, wouldn't I? And very quickly.'
'What if he came in your mouth?'
'He wouldn't do that, would he? I'd hate it. And it would hardly make me cum, would it?'
'No, but how would you feel if he made you swallow it? You've never let me cum in your mouth, let alone swallow it.'
'Oh god, the nuns never even mentioned anything like that. It's so gross, but I suppose I'd just have to do whatever he made me do. It would be awful if I found I liked it.'
'He might well do it. And then, once he'd emptied himself in your mouth, he'd start playing with your pussy. You're so lovely and tight he'd have to start by opening you up - quite a lot - especially if he was big. Do you think you'd open up very easily if he started using his fingers on you?'
'I honestly don't know. In one way I hope not, but if he was going to do me anyway, I'd rather he opened me up than he forced himself into me and hurt me. Wouldn't you rather he could take me easily and not hurt me?'
'I see your point', I replied. 'Do you think his fingers would make you cum? What if he touched your clit or your G-spot?'
'He'd have to if he was going to get me properly aroused, wouldn't he? I probably wouldn't get wet enough otherwise.'
'No, you do need that before you open up and get wet. You'd probably cum before he even started to enter you, though. And what about when your cunt started to stretch around him? You'd feel every inch of him in there. He'd want to sink all the way into you, wouldn't he? I know what pleasure that gives you to feel a cock deep inside. He would probably fuck you very hard, too, and that usually seems to make you cum. You would cum hard from having his cock in you, wouldn't you?'
She nodded her head.
'Especially as I wouldn't feel at all guilty about it.'
'He would almost certainly cum in you, leaving you full of his sperm.'
'He'd be bound to, wouldn't he? If he was forcing me, he'd be thinking about impregnating me. I heard about one girl who was raped - he kept her prisoner for a few days so that she couldn't take the pill.'
'What effect would that have on you?'
'It would definitely make me cum to feel him spurting inside me.'
'What if he turned you over and spread your cheeks apart and told you he was going to take you anally?'
'He wouldn't do that, surely? You know I've never been taken there. I couldn't. It's just too...'
'He might make you. You'd have no choice. What would you do - fight against him or let him do it.'
'It would probably hurt less if I let him, wouldn't it?'
'Almost certainly but it's hard to imagine your back passage being able to take a big cock in it. He might tear you. How would you feel about that?'
'I don't know. It would probably be so different from anything else I've had. I wouldn't do anal normally but if I had no choice, would it be so wrong of me to see if I could enjoy it? I'd just have to bear it, wouldn't I? Maybe I'd want to do it with you if I found I did like it. Would that be so bad?'
'There might be two of them. What if they both wanted you at once? One in your mouth and one in your cunt? Or one in your cunt and the other in you behind? Or both in your cunt at the same time?'
'Oh god, that would stretch me so much. I wouldn't be able to prevent myself cumming then, would I?'
'I very much doubt it.'
We fell silent for a few minutes.
'But it's only a fantasy', she said. 'I wouldn't really want it to happen.'
'Maybe I should tie you down and blindfold you one day and force myself on you. It would give you an idea what it might be like.'
'Could we do that? Could we really do that? Would you make it like it's real so that I wouldn't have any feelings of guilt about completely enjoying it? You wouldn't have to speak to me so that I wouldn't know it's you. That would spoil the effect of it. You'd have to tie me up, go out of the room, and then when you came back in, you'd have to be completely quiet and not let me think it's you.'
*****
I found some old ties in my wardrobe that I would be able to use to restrain Lia's wrists and ankles to the corners of the bed. I found one of those blindfolds they sell to people who want to sleep on overnight flights but it seemed too likely to slip off, so I found an old scarf that I could tie round her head. It would also help to cover her ears and limit what she could hear.
*****
The stranger didn't prove quite so easy to find but I was expecting quite a lot. He had to be forceful, of course, and ready to do what needed to be done regardless of any growing reluctance on Lia's part. But on the other hand, he wasn't to hurt her. There was purpose in what I was seeking to achieve.
Eventually, I found the right man, though, through an internet site. We exchanged several emails before I was happy that he would be able and willing to do what was needed.
*****
I fastened the old ties to Lia's wrists and ankles and then proceeded to fasten them to the corner posts of the bed. It wasn't quite as easy as I'd expected and I had to adjust them a couple of times before she was totally spread-eagled and unable to move, let alone get free. One hand, though, had to be free enough so that it could reach down to her waist but not be able to reach and undo her other bonds. Then came the scarf for the blindfold. After a few more adjustments I was satisfied that she would be unable to see anything in the room.
I ran my hand over her exposed body. I crushed her breasts in my hands and pulled hard on the nipples. It was as well that she understood something of what she was about to undergo. My hand continued down to between her legs. I parted her little lips and found that she was already wet with anticipation. Two of my fingers entered her with ease and brought a groan of pleasure from her lips. That was good; it would make things easier for her.
I left the room. The stranger was waiting at the bathroom door, wearing only a bathrobe. He had showered using the gel I normally used so that his scent would be as alike mine as possible. He walked through into the bedroom, shrugging off the bathrobe as he did so. It fell to the floor. I half closed the door after him. I did not want to watch what happened and I especially did not want to see another man's cock penetrating Lia but I did want to hear her reactions and to know if she came under his onslaught.
*****
He took her semi-free hand in his and dragged it down to the slit between her legs so that her fingertips were forced to open herself up. He made them touch her clit and her wet inner lips. When he lessened the pressure of his hand, she tried to stop what he'd been making her do. He simply returned her hand to where he wanted it to be and made it plain that she was to continue. Within a few moments she was moaning as the fire between her legs began to burn and she realised that there was no turning back. Her fingers delved into folds and explored secrets that she had never before touched in passion.
As her fingers continued to work their magic, the stranger picked up the vibrator and pushed it hard up inside her. Lia gave a sudden gasp at the unexpected intrusion but within seconds he had turned the device on and it was buzzing deep inside her. With the stimulation of her fingers on her clit, it took only moments for her to reach her first climax, marked by a strangled cry as her body tensed.
That wasn't enough for the stranger, though. He withdrew the vibrator, got down between her legs and soon had the mound of her sex engulfed in his mouth, the hot tip of his tongue probing and seeking, his lips attaching to the nub of her clit, drawing it out and hardening it once more. She let out a loud gasp, following by a long groan, a reaction of which I was all too familiar. It would take her only moments of this treatment to cum again and I imagined the stranger's mouth filling with her juices as my own had done on so many past occasions. With her one free hand she pushed the stranger's head harder into her sex and, sucking hard, he brought her to her climax.
He shifted up the bed and lay with his cock beside her mouth and then, taking it in his hand, he began rubbing it across her lips. The mouth opened, a little reluctantly at first. It was not that she disdained the idea of a cock in her mouth - far from it - but she knew that this penetration was going to take her beyond what she'd previously been able to accept. She knew now, though, that she had to accept it.
Would she begin to realise that the cock in her mouth was unlike the one she was used to? It would not have surprised me but maybe the deprivation of sight and hearing and the novelty of the situation had confused her. Her lips and tongue worked hard at the head as it swelled and filled her mouth. The stranger was more than sufficiently aroused from his exploration of her body and he was ready and anxious to spill himself into her mouth, pumping out his sticky seed for her to taste. She swallowed without a second thought and then proudly opened her mouth wide to show the stranger that she had taken it all. She gave his cock a final suck to clean off the remnants and took those inside her too.
The stranger lay beside her, looking at her body. His hands round down over it, just as mine had done earlier, taking her heavy breasts in his hands, crushing them and squeezing them and twisting her nipples cruelly. She let out a cry of pain, followed by a long moan as he teased them more tenderly.
Then his hand descended and she knew what was going to follow. Two fingers penetrated her more abruptly than she'd expected and she groaned. Then a third and a fourth joined them.
'Oh my god, that's stretching me so much. I've never felt so wide open.'
She let out a scream as his whole hand slid inside her. Her body writhed as the hand moved inside her, filling her, her tight cunt widened beyond belief. The hand slipped out, but only to release the thumb which immediately began to flick across her clit. She knew, and he knew, and I knew that she would very quickly cum again under such attentions but he kept her below the peak of absolute ecstasy, wanting to reserve that for the moment when she received his cock in her cunt.
He withdrew his hand from inside her and watched as she started to close up. He used his fingers to keep her labia apart as she contracted in the afterglow of yet another climax. She moaned lightly as she sought to recover her breath and prepare herself for what was to come next.
The stranger climbed between her legs and poised his cock ready to thrust straight into her. She was aware of the impending penetration and he waited to allow the anticipation to build.
'Now,' she cried out, 'I need it now. Force me. Do whatever you want with me. I know it's going to make me cum so hard.'
When it came, it was sudden and brutal. He sank all the way into her in one swift move, taking her up to the hilt. It knocked the breath out of her. He was no sooner inside her than he began to fuck her relentlessly in long strokes that brought him to the very edge of the opening of her body and back into the depths of her womb.
She had to have known by now that the penis that was plundering her was not the one on which she usually took her pleasure. She screamed and moaned in delight as it took her and brought her to a crescendo, all guilt assuaged. As she reached her final climax, the stranger emptied himself into the very depths of her and collapsed on top of her, exhausted.
I left the two of them to recover for a few minutes and then indicated to the man to go. I got onto the bed beside Lia and stroked her violated body before leaning over and whispering in her ear.
'And now I'm going to take you in the arse.' |
19,436 | Would | 555Date | NonConsent/Reluctance | 2008-11-27 | 2008-11-27 | 2022-01-01 15:45:16 | 1 | literotica.com | https://www.literotica.com/s/would-1 | Woman struggles with her need to be taken. | ['Blowjob', 'Female Submissive', 'Male Dominant', 'Mutual Masturbation', 'Power Play', 'Shy'] | 4.38 | I could feel your eyes on me as I walked past you on the sofa, and couldn't help but put a little more bounce in my step. I couldn't help but give my bottom a little extra shake, causing my skirt to swish silkily against my thighs.
"Come here," you beckon, your voice tight with what I hope is desire.
"Why? I'm perfectly comfortable over here on the chair," I reply coyly, as I curl up in the armchair, careful not to expose the distracting absence of any panties. I lean forward to place my wineglass on the coffee table, pretending not to notice how my blouse drapes open in invitation, innocently, yet blatantly displaying my breasts swathed in the lacy push up bra purchased just for this occasion. I think I hear just the slightest groan escape your lips as your eyes devour the view.
It has been a long time; an achingly, insanely long time since I felt your skin on mine, since I felt your desire pressing into me. The force of my want, the ache of my emptiness is enough to make me want to scream; but I can't act. As much as I want to launch myself, straddle you on the couch, catch your lips with mine as I slowly stroke myself against the hardness I have fantasized about for weeks, I feel like I am bound in the chair.
"Come," you repeat. I sigh inwardly, hoping you understand the impact that your double entendre has on my already-simmering arousal. I peek at you through my lowered lashes, letting the smallest of shy smiles play across my tingling lips, silently calling to you, imploring you to act. I feel bound in place, needing you to be the aggressor, needing you to overwhelm me with your desire, needing you to conquer me, to claim me.
If I could escape my bounds, I would lose my hands in your hair, and draw you into me, deepen your kiss, taste your tongue, your lips, your cheek. I would lean my head back and guide you to taste me, to run your lips along my neck and then down to the swell of my breasts. Arching, I would press towards you, feeding you my lace-covered nipple, moaning as you drew it deep into your mouth and began to suck. Inflamed by your tongue, I would grind against you, my fingernails digging through your shirt to steady my rhythm, my thighs heated by the friction of riding you through your jeans.
However, still I am stoically seated on the chair, my breath shallow. Waiting. Wanting. You stare back at me, commanding my gaze; I hope it is lust that I see simmering behind the seemingly placid blue of your eyes. I involuntarily shift in the chair; my leg now directly under my dripping pussy, I feel my calf sharing in the slick wetness you have so easily elicited, by simply being nearby. Locked in your eyes, I draw my lower lip inward and hold it between my teeth, sucking its softness and sliding my tongue along its edge, hoping the action will somehow help me contain the pressure of my mounting passion.
If I could let go, I would swiftly rid you of your t-shirt and would slowly drag my hands across your chest, delighting in the feel of your skin, lightly grazing your nipples with my fingertips, savouring your throaty groan. Encouraged, I would softly pinch your left nipple and then your right, teasing and distracting you from my hungry mouth's intent path along the taut edge of your neck. You would jump in reaction to the feel of my wet tongue against your earlobe, in reaction to the feel of my hot mouth, in reaction to the sound of my arousal, a breathless whisper in your ear, "You're mine."
Yet I am unable to speak, to say how much I want you, to say that I am yours, to tell you that I need you to truly, simply and basely take me. Now. My breath catches with a gasp as you suddenly lean forward, hands on your knees, seemingly like a predator preparing to strike. Your gaze drops to my parted lips, the lower now glistening wet, released from its protective role. I tremble in anticipation, all my senses hyperaware, and a small seed of fear glowing inside. I am afraid that my lust will overwhelm me, afraid that your hunger for me has waned, afraid that you won't claim me, and afraid that you can't see that I crave your control.
"Am I going to have to come and get you?" you taunt, with an edge of warning in your voice. Your eyes sparkle with ... desire? With promise? Somehow I manage to hold your gaze, staring deeply into your eyes as you rise from the couch and walk towards me.
If I could command myself, I would draw your hands down my back, across the roundness of my ass, up and under my skirt. I would hear you exhale when you felt my skin, as you realise there is no underwear to hamper my goal. I would place your strong fingers against my wet pussy, laying bare the evidence of my desire. Holding your hand, I would rub my swollen clit against your palm, guiding your fingers, helping them dip inside, priming me for your cock. My hips would begin to unconsciously circle, revolving with the heat your hands so skilfully generate at my centre. My head would fall back and a low, deep moan would escape my lips.
But my mouth is dry, silent, my unvoiced desire trapped inside. My heart is pounding as you approach, now terrified that you may know, that you may be able to tell, that you may actually give me what I find it impossible to ask for. You stand staring down at me and without hesitating, you take my arm, pull me up from the chair and in a swift movement, you pin my arm tightly behind my back. As I instinctively tug to free my captured arm, you grab the side of my face and force your lips onto mine. Your deep, demanding kiss steals my wits, melts my resistance, and promises everything. I revel in the closeness, in my vulnerability, in your strength.
"Is this what you need?" you groan against my panting lips, now swollen from the force of your kiss.
I close my eyes and swallow. I know you want me to ask for it, that I must admit that this is what I need before you can ever give it to me.
If I could release myself, I would slide down your legs and unzip your fly with my still sticky fingers. Roughly, and impatiently I would yank off your jeans, suddenly offended by the barrier to my goal. My eyes would widen as your delicious cock is freed, tantalizing me. Battling between conflicting desires, I would lick my lips in anticipation. "Just a little taste..."I would murmur against its velvety hardness, warming your balls with the heat of my breath. You would swallow in reply, anticipating the hot, slippery depth of my throat.
I would slide my tongue along the bottom of your now lengthening hardness, stopping to savour the feel of your shaft where it meets your mouth-watering cockhead. Unable to wait any longer, I would moan as I slid down, swiping my tongue along your length, drawing you deeper and deeper into my mouth. I would hear you suck in a gulp of breath as I begin to suck you. Your hands would disappear in my hair as I slid up and down, devouring you. Gauging you by your moans, I would suck and lick and swallow you, teasing and pleasing as I saw fit. Gazing into your eyes, I would abruptly stop, and abandon your cock with a final circle of my tongue. Rising from the floor, pulling my skirt up, I would kneel astride you. Holding you firmly, I would guide you as I slowly, finally slid down, taking all of you into my hungry, wet pussy.
But I am frozen, revelling in the feel of my arm captured by your strength, every inch of my ready, hungry body screaming, "Take me. Fuck me. Free me."
You wait for my answer.
If I had your strength, I would stare into your eyes as you felt me envelop you, squeezing you tightly. I would smile naughtily as I pulled you over, and planted you exactly where I wanted you, laid out on the couch. I would brace myself against your chest and take you for a ride. I would pump you deeply, filling myself with your cock, rasping my clit against you. I would lean back, grinding your hardness along me. I would circle until I found just the right spot. I would begin to rock, slowly at first with the tiniest of strokes up and down, feeling the intense pressure of you. Increasing the speed, stroking your cock with the undulations of my pussy, your fingers would reach up and began to flick at my clit. The fervour would overtake me, as my rocking turned to bucking while I rode you home.
But, you are waiting for my answer, while my body calls to you. I can feel you eyes boring into me, trying to see what I have so deeply hidden. The long silence stretches my control, control wound so tightly that I can almost feel it snap as I utter, "Yes," so quietly I can hardly hear myself.
"Yes," I whisper into your mouth. Before I can utter another word, your lips crash down on mine. The world falls away and I tumble, releasing my control, I give it to you. You roughly back me against the wall, pressing your body into me, and you moan as you grind your rock-hard cock into my stomach. You impatiently pull down my blouse, tearing to expose my breasts. You seize them, crushing them in your hands, rolling my nipples until I cry out from the exquisite pain. I hear you groan in response as you devour my neck, biting and sucking, heedless of the red welts you are leaving behind. You grab my hips and throw me back into the chair.
"Turn around," you order. Not understanding why your command makes my pussy ache, I greedily turn to face the chair. Unceremoniously, you flip my skirt up and discover my naked ass.
"No panties," you hiss with surprise, realising that I have been waiting for you, wanting you, needing you. Without warning, I feel the sharp sting of your hand slapping my ass, and I cry out. The pain makes me glow. Hearing you grunt behind me, you slam your hard cock into my aching, wet pussy and I feel whole. I sigh as the world dissolves around me and I become nothing but this rawness being filled. You begin to fuck me, using me, pumping as hard and as fast as you need, each thrust forcing an uncontrolled groan from my lips. You grab my hair, pulling, using it as a handle to ride me and I arch, pushing in back response.
"Touch your clit," you command. "Rub it. Come on my cock as I fuck your cunt." Willless, I begin to flick and rub myself, shamelessly pushing myself back onto your relentless cock. Slap! You begin to spank my ass as you pound into me. Overwhelmed, finally unashamed, I begin to come, unable to stop it. I'm unable to pull myself back from that edge as I had always done so many times before. The tight pull of my orgasm on your thrusting cock overcomes you and you press deeply into me, embracing your own release.
You lean forward, panting to rest your head on my salty, sweaty back.
"You're mine." Your voice is husky as you utter the words. "You know you're mine." |
19,437 | Wounded Sheep | HaydenDLinder | NonConsent/Reluctance | 2020-08-27 | 2020-08-27 | 2022-01-01 15:45:18 | 1 | literotica.com | https://www.literotica.com/s/wounded-sheep | Some heroes are villains. And some villains are saints. | ['Bbc', 'Cowboys', 'Goldrush', 'Indian', 'Interracial', 'Nonconsent', 'Pimp', 'Preacher', 'Western', 'Whore'] | 4.68 | Author's note: All sexual acts in this story are performed by adults 18 years of age or older.
\---->Warning: Sex in this story consists of Group sex; Interracial; BBC; Nonconsent/Reluctance; Hetero Oral/vaginal/anal. And just a "touch" of cuckolding?
I was inspired to write this one after reading one of my all time favorites on Literotica. "Kept" by Oshaw. It's about a man on a wagon train during the California gold rush. If you haven't read it? Then I highly recommend it as it is an exceptional piece of Fiction under the "Loving Wives" category. Pretty much anything by Oshaw is damned good, as a matter of fact.
HOWEVER - "THIS" story is a western set in a wagon train on it's way to the Virginia City Silver rush. See the inspiration I was talking about? It is a long story. So if you're looking for something fast to throw into the spank bank? Then you probably want to move on to another story.
Thank you.
Hayden D. Linder
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"Can you ride?"
"Can you shoot?"
"And it helps if you're ugly."
~Texas Ranger recruitment poster~
Cateh hated being a whore but she was good at it. She learned early on how to read a man. When to be a bitch. When to be a friend. When to flatter. When to ridicule. Men were pretty easy to read more times than not. Though there were always exceptions.
Tennessee Mike was not one of them. Mike had three wagons, 18 girls, 3 guards and a Madam named Gertie. Gertie was a thin waif of a woman. Almost passed her prime. Cateh dreaded the thought that someday she'll have been in this business as long as Gertie. She caught herself making a face and quickly went back to smiling pleasantly to the men who walked passed Mike's wagons.
When Mike got word of another silver strike in Virginia City, Nevada. He began buying up girls contracts and purchasing supplies for the long trek. Mike could care less about silver. But he knew Miners liked to fuck and with a new influx of people. That meant there was money to be made. So he bought what he could in Kansas City. Joined a train of men going to Denver. And made money like a pimp along the way.
Most of the folks joining the wagon train were single men. Bent on making it rich from the silver in Virginia City. And Mike was intent on getting what little money those men had.
Tennessee Mike bought Cateh's contract from a bastard of a man in a small town just outside of Kansas City. It did not take her long to understand what kind of boss Mike was. Mike grew up poor and making his living from stealing and lying on the streets of Jackson Mississippi. She didn't know how he got his name but she knew he wasn't the kind of pimp that seduced a woman into this career. He was the kind that bought your contract and expected you to make him money. And if you had a problem with that? Well, Mike would help you overcome your difficulties.
Cateh shuddered remembering the last girl. She decided it would be far better to focus on her task of enticing the young men of...
"Girtie? ...Where are we?" She asked.
"Little fart of a town called "Salina." Girtie answered.
"That's a funny lookin cowpoke." She heard Lisa say.
Mike had parked his three wagons to form a "U" shape. So the ladies could sit in the middle to catch the eye of would be customers. Lisa was one of the younger girls. Just turned eighteen. And as such, Girtie kept her sitting in the middle with her. Not far from their small campfire.
Cateh looked up to see who Lisa was talking about. What she saw was a rather dower looking man riding slowly toward them. He looked to be in his thirties. With black hair and dark eyes. He was clean shaven. With clean clothes. Black slacks. White collarless shirt. A brown big brimmed hat. Cowboy boots. NO spurs she noticed. And a Colt .45 Peacemaker in a cross draw over his left hip.
"That ain't no cowpoke." Gertie commented.
"Miner?" One of the girls asked.
"Too clean." Cateh answered.
She saw him wish Mr. Goffins good morning at the wagon just before theirs and then the man looked up to make eye contact with her. Cateh felt a nervous tremor flutter through her. He was one of those exceptions. She had no idea what kind of man he was.
His horse continued on to stop about twenty yards in front of the ladies.
"Good morning." He nodded without a smile as he crossed his arms over the pommel of his saddle to rest.
Cateh still couldn't get a read on the man but she decided to chance it. She cocked her left leg up on top of a small crate. The slit in her skirt allowed it to fall and expose her long tan Seminole calf and thigh. She watched as the man's eyes slowly climbed up her leg and she smiled. She crossed her arms under her breasts. Causing more of her cleavage to be on display due to her loose fitting camisole. She watched as his stare climbed up her hips to her breasts and finally reached her face.
With her long black hair lightly blowing in the wind, she knew she looked stunning. And she could finally tell he liked it.
"What can we do for you, Mr.?" She asked with a grin.
"THESE ARE THE WHORES OF BABYLON AND THEY WILL TAKE YOU TO HELL WITH THEM!"
The "Fire and brimstone" minister from a few wagons away had snuck up on her.
Again.
The rider watched as Cateh's eyes rolled and her head fell back in exasperation. Until she glared at the screaming old man in the black suit and hat. She saw the stranger calmly look at the Minister who had come to a stop only a few feet from his horse. And then just as calmly, the newcomer returned his glance to her.
"You have to forgive Parson Withers, here. He's just sure we're gonna drag you to perdition." She told the rider with a sarcastic smile. "I've found that he leaves rather quickly if you use harsh language..." She glanced back at the Parson. "...and THREATS - OF - VIOLENCE!"
The Parson took a step back before looking at the stranger again.
"Please feel free to do the same." She smiled pleasantly at the stranger.
Then the man said the one thing she never expected to come out of his mouth.
"I'm a Preacher."
...
Parson Withers smiled.
She was stunned. It took her a moment to realize she had dropped her leg down to be hidden behind her skirt. That irritated her. But when she noticed all of the girls quietly pulling their shawls closed to conceal their cleavage? That infuriated her.
The Preacher had started to dismount. She didn't care. She was angry. She stormed over to him in time for him to turn around only to find her standing a few inches away.
"Well, let's hear it then!" She screamed. "Not bad enough we got one son of bitch callin us trash all God - damned - day! Now we got two of ya?!"
The Preacher glanced at the Parson before looking back at her. "You have to forgive our brother, here. He's working under the delusion that you girls have a choice."
Cateh was stunned.
Again.
The Preacher rubbed her upper right arm in a comforting manner before slipping passed her.
"Any chance I can get some of that coffee?" He asked Girtie.
It took Girtie a moment to realize he was talking to her. She gave herself a small shake before reaching for the pot on their campfire and a cup. "Of course, Preacher. Have a seat." She smiled nervously.
"Are you actually going to sit down with these harlots?" Parson Withers asked as he walked up to the Preacher.
The Preacher looked at him. "I do believe I have to, Brother."
"...What!?"
The Preacher shrugged. "The Lord consistently sat with people worse than these ladies." He stated as he motioned to the woman sitting around him.
The Parson looked apoplectic. "...They're vile temptresses!"
The Preacher shook his head. "The stories I read show whores to be in pretty good standing with the Lord. And I don't recall either set of the Ten commandments saying "Thou shalt not whore."
"But..." The Parson waived his hands at the girls like an imbecile. "But!.."
"You went to seminary. Didn't you?"
The Parson nodded.
"You were quizzed on the stories? Tested on them?"
The Parson nodded some more.
"Then the question isn't "How can I be sitting with our sisters." It's "Why are you acting like a Sadducee?"
The Parson took several moments to grunt, whine and look utterly confused. Before finally storming off.
"Any chance I can get some cream and sugar?"
"...We have milk?" Girtie asked.
"That would be perfect. Thank you, Sister." The Preacher smiled.
Tennessee Mike had been standing back, watching. The argument between the two preachers had been fun but now this new one was staying for coffee.
"No! No! No!" Mike said as he walked out to the middle of their little encampment. "You take your coffee and go, Preacher!" He said as he made a shoo-ing motion with his hand.
The Preacher seemed to be taken aback. "Not very hospitable, Brother."
"Don't you "Brother" me. You ain't my brother. And you ain't stayin here an chasin off all a my customers."
"I haven't chased off anyone." The Preacher said defensively.
"No man is gonna wanna poke. With a preacher sittin here." Mike stated in a tone that he reserved for idiots.
"I think you underestimate the... uh, {fortitude} of most men's desires when contemplating whoring." The Preacher smiled as he sipped his coffee.
Mike stood up straight and looked at Girtie as if she could explain why this man was so dense.
"Besides, it's not like I'm interfering with your busiest time of the day." The Preacher took another sip.
"I'll have you know, six of my girls are with customers on the other side of these wagons. This - IS - my busy time."
Just then, they could clearly hear, from the far side of the wagons, "That's it, girl! Yes! Yes! Arrrrggh..."
The Preacher looked back from where the scream came to Mike. "It seems business is doing fine."
A young man tapped the Preacher on the shoulder. "Excuse me, are you hoggin these girls or are some still free?"
The Preacher shrugged and shook his head. "I'm just having coffee. Don't let me stop you."
"Thank you, sir." The young man said before approaching a quiet girl on the end. She smiled and took his hand before walking with him to the other side of the wagons.
"Still seems like all is working as you intended, Brother."
Mike growled. "I don't need the headache o you tryin to talk all my girls into leadin the life o the straight an narrow."
"Well, it wouldn't be very smart of me to do that." Mike looked confused before the Preacher continued. "I mean, all of these girls are under contract. - Correct?"
Mike nodded.
"So I could explain to them how this life will destroy them spiritually, mentally, emotionally and in some cases physically..."
The Preacher did NOT fool Mike with his little "I would never" act. All the while spelling out for the girls what was wrong with this job. Mike was beginning to get furious.
"But they'd still be legally required to work for you. That wouldn't be good of me. It would just stir up trouble for all of them AND you." The Preacher ended with another sip.
"Yeah?" Mike nodded "...Then why're you sittin here?" He asked with suspicion.
"Because, Brother." The Preacher smiled one last time before his countenance became very cold. "-You- are not under the same legal restrictions."
Mike stepped away. "...The HELL you say!"
"This life will destroy you, Brother."
Mike began to walk backwards. "You get the hell outta here! You ain't convertin me today!"
"I certainly hope not. It would make the rest of this trip quite dull." The Preacher gave him a rather evil grin as he took another sip.
"You! You! You finnish your coffee and get!" Mike yelled just before he fled out of site.
Cateh watched the Preacher give a small laugh as she heard the rest of the girls giggle.
"Alright, girls. Settle down." Girtie said with a bemused grin. "Mike won't mind being the butt of a joke for a spell but let's not push the man." Then she pointed at the Preacher in mock irritation. "And you!"
The Preacher put on an expression of mock surprise.
"You stop trying to infuriate the man. You're liable to get us in all sorts a trouble." She laughed.
The Preacher laughed too. "My apologies, Sister. It's not my intention to cause you any problems." He smiled before taking another sip of coffee.
Girtied gave a happy nod to him while Cateh returned from where she'd been standing to sit down with the rest of the girls.
"I promise to behave myself from now on." He said solemnly before looking at Cateh. "How much for a poke?"
Cateh's eyes got huge and her mouth fell open in shock. "Uh... Uh..." She looked at Girtie to see she was just as shocked.
Girtie shook herself again. "Uh... That'd be Ten Dollars Preacher."
She emphasised "Preacher" as if to remind the man.
He nodded. "Well, I'm sorry. I can't take a poke, Sister." He said to Cateh with a shake of his head. He dug into his left breast pocket to pull out a few bills. "But I can pay for my coffee." He smiled.
Girtie gave a shrewd smile as she took the proffered bills from him. "And you just said you was gonna behave."
The Preacher man gave another small laugh.
"Pretty expensive cup o coffee though." She finished.
"Well, Mike's used to people trying to take from him all the time. It'll be nice for him to get something extra for a change."
Girtie replied with another small laugh.
"So where are you girls coming from?" He asked.
Girtie shrugged and told the story of how Mike had heard Virginia City had hit another big silver strike and bought several of the girls while he was in Wichita. And how he picked up her, the rest of the girls, supplies and His men on the trail.
While Girtie talked Cateh noticed the Preacher's left hand. His ring finger had a solid gold band. Not surprising actually. But the fact that he wore it's mate on his pinky finger right next to it made her feel a little sad for him. There was only one reason she could think of that a man would do that.
"So, what about you, Preacher?" Girtie asked. "What's your story?"
He gave a small laugh with a shrug. "Not much to tell really. After the war I didn't feel like going back to... Well, I felt like I needed a change. So I became a Circuit preacher."
Penelope, one of the girls too young to know you didn't ask a man... "What'd you do in the war?"
He could see the other girls cringe at her question.
But he gave her a kind smile before saying, "Kept my head down, rode like hell and killed people." He answered with another sip of coffee. "...Anyway, Eventually found a girl to marry..." He was a little lost in thought just then. "Built her a wagon so she could make the circuit with me..."
After a few moments of silence Cateh asked as gently as she could, "...What happened?"
He gave a shrug and finished his coffee. "Cholera. About two years ago... Suddenly riding the circuit wasn't as fulfilling as it used to be. So I started doing odd jobs... That's how I make my living most of the time. Carpentry, some blacksmithing and I'm a pretty good butcher."
"Most men would've given up on preachin all together." Girtie commented.
"Well..." He looked at Girtie. "Bein pisst at the son of a bitch. An pretendin he ain't there. Are two TOTALLY different things, Sister." He smiled to let her know he wasn't mad at her.
Cateh thought she heard a southern accent slip out when he got upset.
Girtie nodded before asking, "What brought you here?"
"I heard about Virginia City and thought another change would do me good. So I loaded up the wagon and headed this way."
Theo had worked for Mike for a few weeks now. Mike paid well as long as you followed every order. Theo had done worse things for less money so working for Mike was pretty comfortable. He only had to kill one or two people over the last few weeks. He was happy. Not that you could tell by looking at him.
He was good with a knife, but he was profound with a six gun. When he was a kid he'd fallen in with a tough crowd in South Texas. He was young, with a pistol on his hip. He thought he was the "Cock o the walk." Then one day the Diablos Tejanos rode through and murdered every man he'd thought had been really something. To his shame, Theo ran like a coward. He spent every day after that getting good with a gun. When he could put a .45 through a half dollar at fifty paces from the quick draw? He started practicing with his left hand. That was ten years ago. Now, he was 26, he was not famous, and, despite his perpetual frown, he couldn't be happier.
BUT - as he watched that Preacher he could not shake the small tremor of fear creeping up his spine. A tremor that didn't subside until the Preacher finally made his goodbyes and left the camp to visit with the rest of the wagon train.
"You alright?" He heard Mike ask.
It surprised Theo, but Tennessee Mike was one of the few people he felt like he could talk to. He nodded before glancing to make sure the Preacher was still gone.
"You don't look it." He said with a small shake of his head.
Theo shrugged. "There's something about that Preacher." He replied as he turned to face his boss.
"You know him?"
He shook his head. "But I think he reminds me of someone. I just can't place who."
"Alright." Mike nodded. "You remember anything you let me know first thing. You understand?"
"Yeah, Boss." Theo nodded.
Cateh had decided to see what that preacher was doing. It bothered her just how odd he was.
"Where you goin?" Andrew asked.
He was another of Mike's men.
"I'm gonna step away for a bit. I wanna see what that Preacher man is up to."
Andrew nodded. "Just don't get into any trouble." He mumbled in a gruff tone.
Girtie caught Mike glancing out of his tent so she excused herself and went to him.
"That Preacher's gone?" He asked calmly.
"Yes. He is." She answered cooly while rubbing her hands up and down his biceps. "You're not mad, are ya? The girls were just havin a little laugh." She smiled nervously.
Mike shook his head. "Nah. I don't mind pretending that Preacher gets to me. Amuses the girls and that Preacher earned it." He motioned for her to give him his money. "I'll play the fool for him every day if he can get that Parson to shut the hell up." He finished as Girtie handed him a few bills.
He counted the money before pulling the tent flap back. As if staring at his girl's tents would help him do the math. It should've been 60 Dollars. "Why do I have seventy Dollars?" He asked.
"Oh! Preacher paid for his coffee."
Mike made a face. "That's one expensive cup a coffee."
"That's what I said!" She laughed. "But he said you were so used to folks stealin from ya. He thought'd be a nice turn for you to get a little somethin extra."
"Huh." He said as he looked at the money and then shrugged. He put the money in his shirt pocket before having a seat in his wooden chair. He motioned for Girtie to come closer. He unfastened his belt and the fly of his pants as she stepped to him. Once he had pulled out his pecker, he motioned for her to have a seat.
Girtie hiked up her skirt and straddled his lap. He brought her down so she rubbed up against him and began to move her gently up and down to get things flowing.
"We could just use some oil, Boss." She asked gently.
"It's not the same."
She nodded before placing her hands on his shoulders. "Now would probably be a bad time for me to start thinkin about supplies we need to get."
"You gonna start makin jokes?" He said as he continued to gently move her up and down.
"Maybe. Would jokes help?" She smiled.
"Ha!" He smiled. "Well, I ain't in no hurry. So, they ain't gonna hurt."
She nodded and gave a small laugh but she couldn't think of anything funny right then. Plus, what he was doing was starting to work.
"You seem to be comin along a little faster than usual." Mike asked?
She laughed again as she looked over his shoulder in thought. She shook her head one time before looking back at him. "...You're not often in a good mood." She smiled meekly. Mike nodded in reply. "So, yeaaaahhhh..." It had caught her by surprise. That feeling of enjoyment. She had closed her eyes when it happened. She cleared her throat as she opened her eyes to look at him. "You... You being in a good mood makes it... Mm... Uh, better." She was able to finnish.
He gently pulled her up before slowly settling her back down onto his dick. He watched as her eyes went a little screwy from the sensation.
Mike nodded with a grin. "Lean back."
"Nooo." She whined.
His eyebrows went up as he pulled his head back. "No?"
"Please, Mike? You know I didn't mean it like that."
He nodded again. "What I -know- is you better put your hands on my knees an lean yourself back." He said in a malicious tone.
Girtie gave a pathetic sort of whimper before she did as he said. "Why you gotta do this to me?" She whined. She could already feel him rubbing against that little spot just inside her flower. The one that made her act all... "Mmmm... Damn it, Mike? I'm a professional. You're not supposed to be able to ahhhh..." He had started moving left to right inside of her.
And the worst part was this wasn't even the most humiliating part. He was about to..."
"Give me your hands." He commanded.
"Mike?!" She whined as she gripped his forearms while he gripped hers. "Please?" She asked in desperation for him to stop. He smiled at her as he gently lowered her back until her shoulders were on the ground. "OH!... FUCK!"
Mike had gripped her hips to keep her in place as he moved himself against that glorious spot. That spot that made a 42 year old Girtie act like a girl who just found out what fucking was all about. She grabbed the ankles of his boots as her body convulsed. She could hear the bastard laughing but he wouldn't stop. He kept sliding back and forth against her until she peaked once. Twice. Thrice.
After God knows how long Mike finally pulled out of her and carried her to his bunk. He put her face down before hiking her skirt back up. He spread her legs as she drooled onto his bunk. All she could vocalize was a grunt as he slipped back into her.
She could feel him slide in and out of her.
She could feel him move her hair out of the way.
She could feel him kiss her neck just behind her jaw.
But she couldn't move anymore.
"Whyya dothis memike?" She slurred.
She heard him laugh. "A good whore deserves to be rewarded. I got almost twenty girls out there. An you been keepin em goin without complaint. So yeah. I wanna make sure you're happy."
She lay there like a lump as Mike worked himself up to that point that he thrust into her hard and deep. She grunted every time he slammed into her cervix until he held himself deep inside of her while his seed drenched her insides. She felt him settle his weight on top of her as his breathing raged raggedly against her ear.
"You rest now." He breathed as he got up off of her. "You earned it." He kissed her neck once more as he gently smacked her right ass cheek.
She felt him lower her skirt and drape a cover over her just before she passed out.
Cateh peered around the edge of someone's wagon while the Preacher spoke to Parson Withers. She was too far away to make out what they were saying but she could tell Withers wasn't happy about it. The Preacher didn't have any authority over him. She knew that much. But whatever he was using sure seemed to have that Parson on his heels. She smiled.
The Preacher smiled and patted the Parson on the shoulder as he began to move farther down the line of wagons. Cateh continued following from the far side of the wagon train. He seemed to greet everyone in the train. Oftentimes stopping to help people with small tasks.
The train had grown to over two hundred wagons by this point. Though that was not an accurate description of the caravan. They had a few families and miners who actually had conestoga wagons, like Mikes. But most had uncovered wagons or wagons where just a tarp was hung from four poles. One on each corner. Some were packed to the brim while others just gave people a place to sit instead of walking all the way to Virginia City. But along with this conflagration of vehicles was a multitude of people who only had a horse or mule to ride. While many just walked with what they had on their backs.
The Preacher greeted as many of them as he could on his way to the front of the train while Cateh watched from a discrete distance. He spoke to miners, the hopeful shopkeepers looking to establish themselves in the silver mining town, and one Oliver T. Breckenried. A banker from St. Louis with delusions of entitlement.
The Preacher had been introduced to Breckenried by one of his many guards. The Banker appeared to have eight of them. Along with five wagons, drivers and a couple of servants from what Cateh could see. She edged closer to hear.
"So you are a Preacher?" The fat man stated more than asked.
"I am." The Preacher smiled.
"Here for a handout, no doubt."
The Preacher had a confused sort of expression on his face now. "To what purpose?" He asked.
The fat banker shrugged. "It's been my experience churchmen can always invent something where money is concerned."
The Preacher shrugged. "Well, if a need arises. I will certainly come ask, Brother."
"That's Mr. Breckenried!" The man insisted.
The Preacher nodded. "I think I'll stick with "Brother." You seem to need the reminder." He smiled and then looked at the guard who had made the introductions. "Good evening, Brother Darren." He smiled as he tipped his hat.
"Good evening, Brother." Darren stated without emotion.
Cateh went back to following the Preacher while the Banker fumed at his guard.
And then she lost him.
She instantly dropped down to look under the wagons to see where his legs were. But he was gone. She looked behind her. She went to the other side of the train. Squatted down there. Still nothing.
"Ahem!"
He was behind her. She hung her head.
After several moments she looked back over her right shoulder while chewing on her upper lip. He was standing there with his arms crossed. Looking a little put out. She hung her head again before standing and facing him.
"Hi, Preacher." She smiled nervously.
"Hello, Sister Cateh... What exactly is it you think you're doing?" He smiled back.
"Oh! I was... Um..." Her fake smile faded as he shook his head with a frown at her. "...following you." She ended rather dejectedly.
"Mm hm. And what did you learn?"
"You're sneaky!" She beamed. But that smile faded too. When his demeanor did not improve.
"...What did you learn that was useful?"
"Nothing." She shrugged with a good deal of disappointment.
He nodded. "Sister, I have not been tempted by any woman in years. Not since my wife died." She wasn't sure where he was going with this but she nodded in reply. "And sense I cannot touch you..." Her eyes got large as she suddenly understood he was talking about her. "...I would be grateful if you did not put me in a position where my self control might falter." She nodded faster. "...Please." He stated.
"Yes, Preacher. I'm sorry."
He shook his head. "You don't have to be sorry. But..." He shrugged and motioned with his hands that she should go back in the direction of Mike's girls.
She looked around quickly. Realizing that they were alone in this part of the train. She nodded her understanding once more before wrapping her arms around herself and walking away. After several steps she glanced over her shoulder.
"Yup. He's staring at my ass." She thought.
That shouldn't make her feel good.
Why did that make her feel good!?
She walked faster.
The Preacher let his breath out slowly. "...Lord, deliver us from ourselves." He said before shaking himself and continuing on his rounds.
The wagon train left early the next day. Just after sun up. The Trail Master had held up at Salina for a couple of days to collect stragglers he heard were trying to join them. He had explained that the more people they had. The less appealing they were as a target to scum. But now that the waiting was over he wanted to get moving to make up for lost time.
Most people rolled up the sides of their Wagon covers in an attempt to let the breeze cool them off during the long trip. Cateh found that being able to see the scenery helped with the boredom but it certainly didn't eliminate it. So when Mike called for the boys to park and unhitch the teams, she immediately jumped out and stretched.
Looking forward she could see the others getting their camps set up. Looking back she could see a line of people stretching on into the hundreds. Then she noticed him. The Preacher was driving a four horsed green wooden wagon. He waived at her before she realized. She returned it a little spastically and smiled.
His wagon looked to have wooden sides and a shaded cover over the driver's seat. She noticed he seemed to be towing a saddled quarter horse behind his wagon.
"Cat!" She heard Mike yell. She immediately went to him. "What're you doin?"
"I saw the Preacher's about six wagons behind us." She shrugged in explanation.
He nodded. "Help Girtie an the girls get set up. Ya been sittin on your ass all day. Now it's time to work."
She nodded in response as she went to help build their tents.
"... no one can tell whether it was the Rough Riders or the men of the 9th {Buffalo Soldiers} who came forward with the greater courage to offer their lives in the service of their country."
~Theodore Roosevelt~
"B Troop!" The First Sergeant yelled. "Ateeeen-tion!" The two hundred men plus of Troop "B" 3rd Battalion, 10th Cavalry Regiment popped to Attention.
Sergeant Tolliver Jackson watched as First Sergeant Coleman relinquished control of the unit to Captain Fulsom. Their commanding officer.
"Ladies!" The Captain yelled. "We have orders! Troops B and C of the 3rd Battalion are to proceed North to support the 7th Cavalry Division in their military actions against the Sioux. We will patrol and monitor the southern region of the Lakota territory. As well as any other duties the commander of the 7th deems appropriate!" The Captain waited a moment before finishing with, "Pack your shit, girls. We're leaving the Cheyenne behind."
With that, the Captain handed the Company back over to the First Sergeant and left. "Fallout!" The First Sergeant yelled.
"What do ya think?" Private Silak asked Sergeant Jackson.
Tolliver laughed. "400 Buffalo soldiers headin off to help a bunch a white boys?" His eyebrows rose with a sarcastic smile. "What could go wrong?"
Privates Silak, Grover and Cummings laughed. The Platoon Sergeant stepped over to him. "Jackson, get your men packed. Once we're done we gotta help load up the Supply Train."
Sergeant Jackson nodded. "Yes, Sergeant." Then looked at his men. "You heard the man. Get packed."
His Privates dispersed while Jackson thought over what this could mean for them. He wasn't happy. They already had a Lieutenant that he was pretty sure was trying to get them killed. "Motherfucker thinks if we die he'll get transferred to a white unit." Jackson mused.
Realizing there was nothing he could do about any of it. He too left to pack his few belongings.
The Preacher let his ham steak fry on the small fire he'd made while doing some reading.
"No visit today, Preacher?!"
The Preacher looked up to see Mike had yelled at him with a cocky expression on his face.
The Preacher set his book down and stood up to greet him and Theo. "Didn't want to wear out my welcome, Brother Michael." He smiled. "Did you miss me?"
"Ha! Nope." Mike said with a shake of his head. He motioned with his head toward the back of the Wagon train. "One o the miners says there's another group o whores at the end of the train. Thought me an Theo should have a look."
The Preacher looked back to the end of the train as well and nodded. "I didn't get a chance to meet the newcomers from the last town. Might be a good idea for me to go with you."
"Don't trust us to keep it civil?" Mike smiled.
"Heh. It'd be closer to the truth to say, you look like the kind of man that wouldn't be too eager to pull a pistol with a Preacher standing right next to him." He smiled back.
Mike laughed. "...Looks can be deceivin, Preacher!"
The Preacher's brows went up as he laughed and nodded. The train had grown to about 250 wagons. The trio nodded and smiled to those they passed on their way to the back. But eventually the end of the caravan came into view. It was four wagons with several women aging from their early fifties to just babies.
"I only see one old man and few young men. And a lot a women." Mike commented.
"That's a lot of babies." Theo said.
The Preacher nodded. "Yup. These ain't whores."
Mike nodded. "So, what are they?"
Theo shrugged.
"Just a family." The Preacher commented.
"There's somethin odd about em." Mike said.
"I suppose." The Preacher replied.
"May I help you, gentlemen?"
The three turned to see the old man from the family. He looked to be in his sixties and used to working for a living.
"My apologies, Brother." The Preacher smiled kindly. "We were stretching our legs and stopped to admire your family."
"Ah." He seemed a bit skeptical.
"Reverend Elijah Coster." The Preacher said as he stuck out his hand.
The man laughed. "That's funny. I'm >Elisha< Soaras." He smiled as he shook the Preacher's hand.
The Preacher laughed and nodded before introducing his Friends Mike and Theo.
"I was speaking to the other minister in this train, Parson Withers. And we're planning on having two services this Sunday. You're welcome to come to either one."
Elisha smiled and nodded. "I appreciate the invitation but Sunday service is a family affair for us." He nodded again. "I'm afraid we'll have to decline."
"I understand. But you're still invited to the potluck after services." Elisha looked like he might decline. "I've found meeting your neighbors goes a long way in cutting down the difficulties of a trip like this." He continued. Elisha seemed interested. "A man's far less likely to take offense from a family of people he's met and whose company he enjoys." The Preacher smiled.
"Alright. Alright." Elisha nodded. "My wife and her sisters make some pretty good biscuits. We should be able to come to the dinner. And it would be a nice treat for the little ones."
"That sounds wonderful. Thank you, Brother."
As they walked away, Mike asked, "Now, what the hell was that all about?"
"Well... they ain't whores." The Preacher replied.
"Yeah, but what are they?"
"...Catholics."
"Ha!" Theo laughed before he caught himself.
His friends looked at him as he got control of his emotions and shook his head. "Those people are not Catholics."
"Well, "Catholics" is what we're calling them." The Preacher stated calmly. "If word gets out about what they are?... But once people know them? Have met them and eaten with them? Totally different story." The Preacher smiled.
Mike nodded and looked with great concern at Theo. But Theo seemed alright with everything the Preacher just said.
Mike shrugged and looked at the sky. As if God would somehow explain how in the HELL he wound up with these two confusing bastards.
"So, what do we do?" He asked.
"Nothing." The Preacher shrugged. "They're just people. Treat them like any others. If you need something, ask. If they need something, don't wait for them to ask. And be willing to accept "No" as an answer." He smiled.
"Alright." Mike shrugged. "I need to find that miner and make sure he knows those ain't whores. Damned fool's liable to get himself killed.
Sergeant Tolliver Jackson sat in the shade of a hilltop peering through his field glasses.
"What do ya see?" Silak asked.
"One white woman in a shack..." He set the glasses down. "When was the last time we patrolled through here?"
Silak thought for a moment. "When we first got here. ...Maybe three months ago."
"You sure?"
"Yeah." He nodded and pointed in the distance. "That cluster a trees about a mile over there?" The Sergeant nodded in reply. "That's where Samson cooked that King snake."
"Oh yeah." He nodded as he remembered.
"You had two helpings."
Sergeant Jackson looked at him. "The motherfucker said it was chicken..." He brought the field glasses back up to his eyes. "Tasted like chicken." He mumbled.
"Uh huh." Silak laughed. "So, what're we doin?"
"...Wastin time." He shrugged. "Nothin better to do. Out here patrollin for Sioux. Who just ain't here."
Silak laughed. "That's true."
Sergeant Jackson stood up and put his glasses away. "Tell Grover and Cummings to bring up the horses."
"Back to patrollin?"
"Naw. Let's go have a chat with that woman an find out if she's seen any Indians."
Silak waved to the two privates. Who brought up the horses from the bottom of the hill. Once all four were mounted. Tolliver led them down to the shack. He could see a small empty coral. Along with a barn and a good sized field of new corn.
The woman had seen them coming and moved to stand in the open doorway. Drying her hands as they approached. She seemed a little confused by the sight of four black cavalrymen. She was older. Maybe in her forties. But she still had a good figure. With dark black hair. That was up in a bun.
Sergeant Jackson dismounted. "Good mornin, Ma'am" He said as he tipped his hat.
"Good morning." She said rather sternly. "...Forgive me. I'm not used to seeing colored soldiers."
Tolliver shrugged as the rest of his men dismounted. "Around these parts we're pretty common." He smiled. "I'm Sergeant Jackson of B Troop, 10th Cavalry. And these are my men; Private Silak, Private Grover and Private Cummings.
She nodded "I'm Caroline Walker. How can I help you?"
"Have you seen any Indians recently?"
"No." She shook her head. "Should I?"
He shrugged again. "Uh, gold's been found in Deadwood Gulch." Her eyebrows rose. "Lot a white folks startin to flood into this area." He nodded. "Just a matter a time fore the Sioux decide to do somethin bout it."
She looked stunned as she shook her head in disbelief.
"How long you lived here?" He asked.
"...Um, about two months?"
"You ain't seen nothin in that time?"
"No." She shook her head some more. "It's been quite peaceful."
He nodded. "Your man around? I'd like to make sure he ain't seen nothin when he was out huntin."
"My husband took our boys into town with him."
Tolliver shook his head. Looking at his men. They were just as surprised as he was.
"...Why didn't ya go with em?"
She was instantly angry. "That's none of your concern!"
Tolliver nodded once more. "...You had a fight."
She sighed and shook her head. Just before she stepped back inside. Tolliver and his men followed. She poured water into a cup from a jug.
"Do you or your men need anything?" She asked after having a drink.
He motioned to Cummings with a wave of his head. "No, Ma'am." He said as she set the cup down.
The big man walked behind her and gently gripped her by her forearms. Pulling them up to keep her back pressed against him.
"What are you doing?" She yelled.
Cummings held her tighter as she squirmed.
"Unhand me! Are you crazy?" The last question she directed at Tolliver.
He shook his head. "Just tryin to figure out what kinda fool leaves a beautiful woman alone out here."
"That is none of your business! Let me go!"
Tolliver reached to grab her by her legs. She tried to kick him but he was quicker than her.
"Do you know what'll happen to you when I tell my husband you touched me?" She screamed.
They carried her to the table. Silak and Grover moved the chairs out of the way.
"Your husband a gunman. Is he?"
She was breathing hard. "...No."
It was a narrow long table. They set her sideways on it. Tolliver shoved her legs apart. She tried to close them but he was stronger and forced them apart again. "So, you think it's a good idea to tell your sod bustin husband, that four men who kill for a livin. Touched you?"
She almost shook her head.
"Best to just not mention it. That way your boys'll still have their Daddy for a few more years. Huh?" He ended as he threw her dress up and out of the way.
Then he pulled his knife. She gasped so loud it was almost a shriek.
"Please..." She said in a whisper. "I'm sorry."
"Hush now. Ain't no one gonna cut on you."
She was wearing bloomers that ended just above her knee. He cut them off of her while she whimpered. "Please don't." Once he was done he put the knife away and threw the bloomers aside.
She had long legs. Wearing high heeled button up boots over black work stockings that went to just below her knee. Which were over long white stockings that ended mid thigh.
Tolliver whistled in appreciation. "My. My. My." He smiled as he ran his hands up the insides of her legs.
She could hear the others muttering grunts of enthusiasm as well.
"You don't have to do this." She whined.
He looked at her. Cummings still held her head and shoulders tight against him. She was breathing hard.
He took his hat off. "No. We don't. But we're gonna." He rubbed her inner thighs. "We need to get you calmed down a bit first."
She didn't know what he was going to do. But she shook her head as tears started to flow.
Tolliver lowered his head and ran his tongue up the length of her slit. Her mouth fell open as she inhaled a long surprised lungful of air. He did it again.
"aw..."
The men laughed.
"Yeah. That feel different. Don't it?" Silak laughed.
Her big surprised eyes couldn't look away. Tolliver began to lick her in steady long strokes. When he felt her little nub start to peek out. He began making gentle little circles around it. Before going back to long steady licks. She had stopped trying to close her legs. But she was still a tight little ball pressed against Private Cummings. Sergeant Jackson continued to lick her until,
"I'm gonna pee." She squeaked.
He laughed. "No mamma..." He shook his head. "You got two kids. An your man ain't ever made you blow up?"
She shook her head fast.
He laughed again before returning to his task.
"I'm gonna pee. I'm gonna pee. I'm gonna pee."
"Just let it go, mamma. It'll be alright." He smiled before focusing on her slit.
"Ohhhhhhh." She moaned as her back arched. Then "Oh. Oh. Oh. Oh. Oh." Coincided with her hips thrusting at him.
"Wha... Wha... What was that?" She managed to get out.
She opened her eyes when she heard Tollivers gunbelt hit the floor. She looked up just in time to see him unlimber his cock.
She shook her head "NO. NO."
"Easy, baby." He said as he began to rub that huge shaft of his up and down the slit of her pussy.
She kept shaking her head. "NO. It's too big."
"It'll be fine. You're just scared."
"It's too big." She whimpered as he began to press the head in.
But he kept pushing. "You just lay on back. You're gonna love this part."
She cringed and whined as she felt the large head of his cock pushing through until it slipped in. He began sliding back and forth with small thrusts. What tension she had left. Just eased out of her.
"Oh... Oh my..." She whispered. "...You shouldn't be... ah."
He slowly slid in until he felt the head of his cock bump into the back of her pussy. Her mouth fell open again. As her eyes got huge. She had never felt so full.
"Looks like you were right." He said as he slid all the back then all the way in. "It >is< too big."
She shook off her surprise enough to look at his cock. Trying to understand what he was talking about. When she watched him slide all the way into her. She could see another inch or two of him that couldn't fit.
He took her right hand and pulled it down to his cock. "Have a feel." She gripped the part of his shaft that was sticking out. "You feel that?" She nodded in reply. As she slid her hand over the few inches of excess. "May have to stretch you out a bit."
She looked up at him fearful. "I ca... I can't take that much." She said with a shake of her head.
He gripped her hips as he smiled. "Maybe not. We'll just have to try and see." He said as he pushed all the way in and started rubbing himself across her cervix from left to right.
She lowered her hand to the table. It took her a moment to realize Cummings had released her other arm and was slowly unbuttoning her blouse. She touched his arm with her left hand for a moment. Instinctively trying to stop him. But then she realized how futile that would be. So she lowered it down to the table as well.
Jackson's thrust became a little stronger. She couldn't help but jump in a nervous reaction. When she looked up at him he gave her a kind smile.
"Ain't none of us here trying to make this hurt. It's gonna be alright, mamma."
She nodded as Cummings had unbuttoned her blouse and her camise. He was now massaging and squeezing her breasts. She moaned lightly as he pinched her nipples.
A tremor made her shake as her complexion became flushed.
"Whew... Whew." She whispered as she heard light chuckles form the men.
Cummings began easing her head back. Sergeant Jackson pulled her a little more toward his side so her neck could rest on the edge of the table. She was a little tense. Especially when Cummings' massive cock appeared over her right shoulder.
She gave another slight jerk as she saw it.
"Easy up now." Cummings soothed in his deep voice. "It ain't gonna bite ya." He smiled. She looked doubtful. "Go ahead and take a grip." He said. She was afraid to touch it at first. "Go on now. Don't be weak."
She was about to do it when Tolliver got another quake out of her. Her eyes rolled back as her body quivered. "I sure wish it was me that made you do that." Cummings smiled down at her.
She actually gave a small laugh. But her expression became serious as she gripped his cock. Her hand couldn't close around it. It was so thick. "Don't feel too bad, now. Does it?" She shook her head at him. "Go ahead and give the head a lick."
She looked mortified. "I can't." She whispered with another shake.
"Mamma, you ain't got no choice... Right on the slit there." He said.
She whimpered but she stuck out her tongue and cringed. As her tongue slid along the head of his cock she could taste the liquid seeping out. It didn't taste great. But it wasn't disgusting either.
"Not too bad. Huh?"
She shook her head again. "No."
"Go ahead and open your mouth."
Her head was hanging off the edge of the table so when she obeyed him his cock naturally travelled very deep into her mouth. She gagged a little. Before he said, "Suck... That's it." As he began to squeeze her breasts with both hands. She felt him start to slide back and forth in her mouth. "Go ahead and grab the rest of it in your hand." She raised her right hand and gripped his dick. Then he grabbed her hand and began to move it back and forth on his shaft as he pumped into her mouth. "Very good. You're doin fine."
"You two!" She heard Sergeant Jackson say. "Keep lookout for her family... OR indians! This woman's beautiful but I don't wanna die for the shit." She heard the other two laugh and move around in the shack. Though she couldn't see where they were going.
Tolliver made her climax several times while they fucked on the table. This seemed to have a great effect on Cummings. Because he seemed to get harder every time she came. Both men seemed content to slowly stroke in and out of her. Something neither her previous nor current husband had ever done. Her sex to date consisted of the man getting on top of her. Forcing it in. And pumping away for a few minutes until he spilled his seed inside of her.
After a {very} long time on the table She heard Jackson. "Aw shit." He grabbed her behind the knees and pushed her legs forward. Not too far. But then his pace increased. She moaned as it stoked her fire even higher. "Yeah, baby. We're gettin close now." He got faster and she came again. He kept that up for a minute. She couldn't help it. She moaned loud.
"Oh fuck!" Cummings almost yelled.
Jackson started slamming into her so hard she thought he was going to tear her. But at the same time she felt a huge build up in the back of her mind. Cummings had so much juice coming out of him. That, along with her saliva, it was overflowing her mouth.
Then it happened. Jackson pulled her tight as she felt his jiz fill her guts. Her body seized as a powerful orgasm locked up every muscle she had. She squealed like mad. Cummings grabbed her head with both hands and held her in place as he filled her mouth.
"SWALLOW IT!" He yelled. "SWALLOW IT!.. OH!"
She swallowed all she could in her state but a lot of it ran down her cheeks to her hair.
"Oh, shit... Damn girl." Cummings commented.
She kept swallowing as they came down. Cummings' thrusts had calmed to nothing while she could feel Tolliver leaning on her. Trying to catch his breath.
Cummings pulled back and slowly removed his cock from her mouth. "You alright?"
"Yeah." She breathed.
She felt him wiping her face and realized he was using the bloomers Tolliver had ruined. He cleaned her face until he was sure he'd gotten rid of all the juices that were there.
Tolliver began to give her breasts a kiss. She raised her head to look at him. "You are incredible, woman." She smiled in reply.
But then Silak stepped up and the Sergeant stepped aside. He already had his cock out and was rubbing it against her pussy. Grover came up behind her but supported her head and shoulders like Cummings had done at first. Silak was not as long as Jackson and not as wide as Cummings. He was however considerably bigger than anything else she'd had. She licked her lips nervously.
"You ready?" Silak asked. She nodded in reply.
He calmly slid himself in a little ways and then back out. Then back in a bit more. Then back out. He kept doing that until he was all the way in. She could feel him butting up against her. Making her give an involuntary grunt. He gripped her sides above her skirt and started sliding in and out. The grip of his strong hands made her moan.
"That feel alright?" He asked.
"Uh huh." She nodded.
Grover gave her a few minutes to get used to her new partner before easing her head back again. She wasn't quite as timid with him as she had been with Cummings. Once he positioned his cock in front of her mouth. She opened up and let him in. After his third thrust. She unconsciously gripped his ass in both hands and began to pull him into her. She loved the feel of his hands on her tits. Strong hands kneading and pinching her soft breasts.
Grover began to give her deeper thrusts. He heard her gag but her grip on his ass tightened. Making him think she liked it. He thrust a little deeper. Caroline almost panicked. She gagged again as Grover's cock slipped into her throat. Just when she was about to hit him in fear. She felt his long shaft slide even deeper. Her fear paused from the new sensation. But before she could make up her mind as to how she felt about it. His entire cock slid down her throat.
"Oh - shit!" Grover blurted.
"What happened?" Tolliver asked.
"This girl done gone and took my whole dingus!"
She felt him slide back until just the head of his cock was in her throat.
"She did what now?" Cummings asked.
She could hear them gathering around as Grover slid all the way back in.
"Well, I'll be damned." She heard Tolliver comment before laughing.
Grover's hands moved to her head as he began to thrust in and out of her throat.
"You gonna shoot it deep inside that woman?" Tolliver asked.
"You know it!"
She moaned as Grover's speed increased.
She couldn't see him but it felt like Silak was enjoying the show. She felt his cock swell and his pace increased. Soon her knees were being forced back very far. It felt like he had pinned her knees back with his elbows. She assumed he must have been resting his hands on the table. But what really concerned her was the orgasm that wracked her body from just how deep he was going.
Both men were drilling her as fast as they could. She did her best to suck and pray she could keep from fainting. The next orgasm almost put her out but then she felt Silak drive in deep and hold there as he spewed his seed inside of her. His grunting set off Grover. Who pulled her face hard against him as he came shot after shot down her throat.
Silak eventually relaxed and began to ease her legs back down. Grover however. [Was] thrusting slower but still very deep.
Silak eased out of her and got himself together. It wasn't until Cummings said, "Alright. Ease up off the woman." That Grover finally, gently, removed his cock from her mouth.
Caroline was exhausted. She curled herself on her side so she could rest her head on the table as she caught her breath.
"Why didn't you tell me you could do that?" Cummings' deep bass voice interrupted.
She looked up at him with tired eyes. "...I didn't know I could."
"Hmm." He nodded.
"Well, now that we know. Come here Mrs. Walker." Sergeant Tolliver commanded.
She looked up to see him sitting on a chair with his cock hanging. She closed her eyes and licked her lips in fatigue. She knew what he wanted. She forced herself up off the table and walked over to him before getting down on her knees.
"Get me up."
She nodded before she took his long limp cock in her hands and began to suck on it. She felt his right hand go to the back of her head. But he wasn't forcing her down. Not yet. She slid him in until she gagged. This angle meant she had to adjust a bit before she could choke him down. Tolliver sighed and tried very hard not to pull her. But even he was stunned when a few moments later she slid ALL of him down till her mouth was at his balls.
"Ohhhhhh..." He gasped and shook his head. "Mrs. Walker? I ain't ever seen any woman do that before." He smiled.
She couldn't help but smile. She rested her hands on his thighs. Then slid back up until his head was about to make her gag. Then she slid back down. She kept up these long slow dives until, "Alright, ma'am. Time to get a little faster."
She nodded. Then increased her speed. He put both hands on her head now. He continued to moan as he watched her. He nodded to her and she got faster. Her dives had to get shallower as she did. Sergeant Jackson began to take control of her. She could feel him push and pull her. She did her best to follow his lead. He got faster and faster until she could only sit there and allow him to use her mouth.
"OH! - OH! - Damn! - YES! - Ohhhhhhhh!"
He yelled as he pulled her against him and filled her stomach. She watched as he gave small forceful thrusts into her mouth. He grunted with each small pump. He kept her sucking on him for several minutes after that. Moving her gently up and down his shaft.
"Alright, Sarge. Time to pass her on." Silak said.
"Yeah. I guess it ain't fair a me to hog ya for myself." He smiled at her.
He slid out and she wiped her mouth. She looked to see Silak sitting in another chair with a hard on. He motioned her over. She gave a tired nod before crawling to him and slid his cock into her mouth. She got about half of him in when she paused and closed her eyes. Catching her breath she looked at him before beginning to bob up and down on him.
"You gonna be able to do it?"
She nodded in reply. Then slid him all the way in until she almost gagged. After a moment or two of bobbing there she forced him all the way in.
"Mmmmm. Oh, that IS nice."
She started giving him long deep sucking strokes with her mouth. But paused trying to look behind her when she felt someone lifting her skirt.
"Uh uh." Silak clucked. As he forced her to look forward again. "You just worry about what's in front a ya. He'll take care a whatever's goin on back there."
She went back to sucking his dick. While a pair of hands spread her cheeks. Rubbed his shaft against her tired pussy. And slapped her left ass cheek causing her to whimper and jerk. When he slid inside? She had a shudder of relief. It was Grover. He wasn't as long as Tolliver or as thick as Cummings.
All the same. What he was doing was really good. She could feel her hips swinging from left to right as she deepthroated Silak. She could hear both men moaning loudly over her own hums and whimpers. And the lude sounds of her slurping and Grover slapping his hips into her ass were just adding to her arousal. She shuddered from a small orgasm. Silak moaned again. Grover slammed into her even harder. And she shook as a stronger rush quaked through her. Silak held her head down as he screamed an eruption into her throat. She continued to suck on him while it seemed Grover had no intention of stopping.
Eventually, Silak pulled her off of him. And watched as she hung her head and took the pounding Private Grover was giving her. But even he had his limits. After several minutes of hard fucking. He pulled her against him, yelled and shot a load into her. She moaned and quivered as a small climax hit her. He pulled out and slammed back in. Just in time to yell again as he launched a second volley. She was still shaking from her ongoing orgasm. Then he did it again. And again. Until finally he held her tight against him while his cock drained into her.
Poor Caroline could barely stay up as her orgasm didn't seem to be stopping.
Grover pulled out of her and rested by leaning back on his feet.
She felt Silak brush passed her as he exited the chair. But she felt another man sit in his place. She was too shaken to think about what that meant. Until she felt a strong hand gently raise her face to him. Cummings sat there with his huge cock in front of her.
"You ready to try that on me, mamma?"
She licked her lips. "I don't... I don't know if I can."
He gave her an understanding nod. "You willin to try?"
She looked at his massive cock and licked her lips as she shook her head before looking back at him. "...Yes?"
He pulled her a little forward so she could raise up a bit before forcing his huge head into her mouth. She sucked on it for a moment while he rubbed her cheek with his thumb. She began to bob a bit and then slid him as far as she could. She gagged and whimpered.
"It's alright. Just keep tryin."
She nodded and slid down him again. She didn't make it far. But she kept at it until she could feel his cock beginning to stretch her throat. Her saliva began to drip. She gagged again. Now she could feel more fluid coming out of him but she swallowed it as fast as she could. Then she felt his hands pulling her steadily farther down.
Her throat stretched more and she gagged again. Her eyes rolled back as she felt a huge amount of his precum slide down her throat.
"That's so damned good, Mrs. Walker."
Tears began to roll down her cheeks as she pressed on. Spit and precum were running down her chest by this time. But when she looked down she realized she almost had all of him inside of her. She moaned and pushed her face farther down his cock. The stretching made her gag again. Just as a small tremor of an orgasm hit her.
Cummings laid his head back and moaned. When he looked back at her. She felt his grip pull her farther. She waggled her head left and right. Just to have a break. Before letting him pull her all the way down.
When she hit bottom. He moaned again.
"God damned, woman." He breathed.
She felt him start pumping his hips into her mouth. He started small. Then built to about half of his shaft sliding back and forth inside of her. He took a few long strokes. All the way back. Till just his cockhead was in her throat. Then all the way down. But then on one final stroke he pulled his cock out.
She gasped as she caught her breath. Looking up at him. Her question was obvious.
"I just wanted to see if you could do it." He said. "There's something else I want a whole lot more."
He got out of his seat and picked her up off the floor. He carried her to the table and put her back on it. When he spread her legs. She pulled her skirt out of the way so she could watch as he began to run the shaft of his cock up and down her slit.
"Yeah." She whispered.
He smiled at her then began to push himself into her.
"Oh! Oh! Ah! Easy, baby." She whimpered hoarsely as he slowly entered her.
She could feel him stretching and filling her just like he'd done with her throat. He pushed on until she felt him bump into the back of her pussy. Unlike Jackson. He may have stretched her good. But his balls collided with her when he hit bottom.
Watching him slowly mangle her lady parts caused a big orgasm to wash over her. She began to thrash a bit as she collapsed on the table. She grabbed the edges to keep herself stable. Her thrashing got worse when she felt Cummings begin to move in and out of her.
She was coherent enough that she knew she was spouting gibberish. But she couldn't stop. What the big man was doing to her felt better than anything she had ever felt before. Even his hands gripping her sides to keep her stable sent quivers through her body.
Every time he slid deep into her. Another orgasm seemed to wreck her nerves. Someone took mercy on her and held her hands down. That helped to keep her in reality enough to be able to watch Private Cummings as he made her cum many times over. She was grateful when she saw the look in his eye that HE was finally about to finnish.
She fought her way through another orgasm as he humped harder and, if possible, deeper into her. Then that soothing sensation of warmth as he yelled out his release. She moaned with him as it felt so good to be filled by the big man.
They lay there moaning in fatigue. Unfortunately it had to come to an end. Cummings pushed his way off of her and eased his fading cock from her ravished body. Caroline whimpered in disappointment before she caught herself. Bringing a shame filled hand to cover her mouth.
"It's alright mamma." He whispered as he moved her hand to give her a gentle kiss. "Don't mean ya asked for any of this."
She sat up slowly to find the others had put their clothing back together. Sergeant Jackson sat on the edge of the table next to her. "Might be a good idea to wash them clothes." He stated as he ran his hand across her stomach. "They got a lot a mess on em."
She nodded before tears suddenly began to flow.
Tolliver pulled her close and hugged her tight. "Hey now. It's alright."
"You... You..." Was all she could get out.
He pulled her away just far enough for her to see his face. "Yes we did." He nodded.
She shook her head, now. "I... I can't believe I actually..."
"That wasn't your fault. Ya didn't ask us to come an take ya like this." All she could do was to shake her head more. He pulled her back into the hug. "I'm glad it felt good. But that don't change nothin. Alright?" He asked as he pulled back for her to see him again. She nodded and wiped her eyes dry. "OK then. You go get changed and wash these clothes before your man gets back."
She nodded and pushed herself off the table with some help from Tolliver and Grover. They watched as she went to the back of the shack and pulled out a clean pair of bloomers, camise, blouse and skirt.
"What do we do with these?" Silak asked.
He was holding the torn up pair of bloomers Jackson had cut off of her. "Give em here. I'll burn em up when we get back to Fort Buford." Jackson took the bloomers and carried them out to his saddle bags.
The other men followed him out. "Let's mount up." He ordered.
"We can't do that Sarge." Cummings commented. Jackson looked at him but waited for him to continue.
But Caroline surprised them all. "No. You have to go. Now!" She was wearing her clean bloomers and a camise but nothing else. She shook her head with an expression of true fear. "You can't be here when Marshall gets home with my boys!"
The Sergeant nodded in agreement with her.
Cummings looked at her. "Look, if somethin happens to ya before your family gets back. We're gonna feel lower'n the bottom of an Outhouse."
She scoffed but Tolliver hung his head before nodding in agreement with his Private. He was right. Forcing themselves on her was one thing. Leaving her to be murdered by "who knows what" was another. He looked up to see her shaking her head some more. He walked over to her and rubbed her arms.
"Here's what we're gonna do." He looked over his shoulder to yell at his men. "Mount up!" Then he looked back at her. "We're gonna go sit in that grove a tree's over there..." He turned and pointed to the hilltop several hundred feet away. "Keep an eye on ya. When your family comes back. We'll slip away on the other side. No one the wiser."
That seemed to relax her.
"Now. {IF} Someone you don't know shows up before them? Just wave at those trees and we'll ride down to meet em. Alright?"
She nodded some more. "OK. Yes. That. That sounds good."
He nodded. Gripped her ass and pulled her into a deep kiss. She couldn't help but close her eyes and lean into him. His tongue was doing things to her mouth that Marshal never had.
"It truly was a pleasure to meet you, Caroline." He whispered.
She was stunned by the sudden break. "Uh huh." Was all she could muster in reply.
The Sunday services for the Wagon Train had been very successful in the Reverend's opinion. The people of the Wagon train, not having much in the way of entertainment, took to the socializing happily.
Mr. Soaras and his large brood of "Catholics" made regular appearances. And everyone seemed to take to them as easily as the others. Parson Withers usually made a point of arguing with Reverend Elijah on one point of theology or another. While the good Reverend enjoyed dragging Tennessee Mike into the discussion.
{Mike} did not find it funny.
The Reverend had also adopted five other men to his wagon. Two of them had horses. So at the next town they picked up another two horse hitch. To extend the team of the wagon to six. When he built the wagon. His wife had insisted he make sheltering tents for both sides. On the chance that they may have to provide shelter for others.
She had been right on several occasions. This time it provided shelter for three Black men in their twenties and one Cubano from New Orleans. To be fair, the Preacher thought he was a Mexican. But Elijah was from South Texas. What was he supposed to think? I mean, sure he recognized the kid's Spanish was extremely fast. But he just thought the Mexiconito was a little excitable is all.
The fifth man was an old Black man from Kentucky, named Duncan Hoverson. Due to his age, he got to ride up front with the Preacher. While the other four made a shade and used their bedrolls for seats on top of the wagon.
"What in the world is an old feller like you doing on his way to Virginia City?" The Preacher asked.
They'd been travelling for a few hours and the scenery, though beautiful, had lost its allure.
Duncan laughed. "Weeelllll there weren't no work in Kentucky for me. So I says, "Duncan? Let's have us one last adventure." He laughed some more when the Preacher shrugged. "I hear they got's streets paved with silver out there."
The Preacher looked dubious. "You ever seen a white man waste that kind of money on {streets}?"
Duncan laughed some more. "...Naw. But I'd like to see it all the same."
Reverend Coster liked having the men around. It was nice comradery and they helped when it came time for setting up camp. Duncan had a .45 on his hip and a Remington .50-70 rolling block for hunting game. Arnulfo had a trotline for fishing that he liked to setup whenever they stopped near a stream. Between the two of them, the wagon was always well fed.
When they came to stop for the day. Arturo hopped off the wagon and rushed to setup his trotline. Duncan eased himself up off the seat. Taking his time getting down from the wagon. The Preacher chocked the wagon wheels and began unhitching the horses. While the others built the shelters on both sides.
"Preacher?" He heard from behind him.
He turned to find Brother Jakob standing there. He was a married man with three children. Their wagon was only the sixth or seventh one from the end of the train.
"How can I help you, Brother?" He smiled.
"Can we talk?.. Somewhere private?"
"Sure." He nodded before leading him a distance from the train. "What's on your mind?"
He shook his head. "Those people on the end?..." He pointed to the rear of the wagon train. "They're Mormons."
The Preacher tried not to laugh. He knew this was important stuff to some people. He nodded. "...And why does this matter?"
"What!?"
The Preacher shook his head. "Don't go all "what" on me, Brother. You swore an oath to the Lord and you're about to keep it... Now, "why" does this matter?"
Jakob shook his head in thought. "Uhhhh... My wife's father was killed by Mormons."
The Preacher nodded. "Alright. And how many Mormons did her father kill?"
"I... Well... None! I think!"
The Preacher made a face. "So, you're telling me. Her daddy was just at home. Asleep in his bed. With a cherubim like expression on his face..." Jakob frowned at him. "When these evil Mormons from Hell just rushed in and shot the man... That's your story?"
Jakob sighed in exasperation. "How can {you} a man of God not see a problem with these people?!"
"Ah!" He nodded. "OK. Let me begin by saying, "I am sorry. That you were lied to." Jakob looked confused. "When your preacher quoted Paul saying, "His yoke is easy and his burden is light?" Jakob now shook his head even more confused. "Yeah. His [Yoke] is responsibility. And his [Burden] is never ending..." He gave Jakob a few moments for that to sink in. "You swore an oath. Now go safeguard your Brothers and Sisters. We will not be abandoning them in the wilderness."
Jakob looked displeased but gave a reluctant nod before leaving.
Sister Margarie, Brother Jakob's wife, came by later that evening. She was equally unhappy with the Preacher. But after talking with him she had to admit that One: Her father had killed many Mormons in the Missouri wars. And Two: She did {not} want this war to be inherited by her children.
With that last point in mind she agreed; "forgiveness" was a >very< good path.
"How ya wanna handle this?" Silak asked.
Sergeant Tolliver Jackson sat in the wooded knoll overlooking the Walker's home. It hadn't even been a week since their last "visit."
Tolliver shrugged. "Husband's workin in the barn. Boys're playin at the stream. And sweet sweet Caroline's in the kitchen." He smiled. But soon his smile faded. "Could be we don't get nothin special outta this visit. Warn the men. We'll go down an talk to the husband. See if they seen anythin yet. But be prepared to ride on after that." He ended with a nod to Silak.
Silak sneaked down the hill to Cummings and Grover. While Jackson checked with his field glasses one last time. Just to be sure he wasn't missing anything.
Soon, they mounted up and rode over the hill to meet the family of the Walker residence. The boys appeared to be about 8 or 9 years of age. And like most children, they were the first to yell when they saw something interesting. Mr. Walker appeared at the edge of the barn. While Mrs. Walker came to the doorway to watch the Cavalrymen approach. Sergeant Jackson led his men toward the barn.
Mr. Walker smiled and waved as they approached. "Mornin." He said as Tolliver dismounted.
"Mornin, Sir." Tolliver nodded as he dismounted. "My name's Sergeant Jackson with B Troop of the 10th Cavalry." He said as he extended his hand.
"How can I help ya?" The man smiled as he shook the proffered hand.
Tolliver gave the man the same explanation he'd given Caroline earlier in the week. Something told him. She had not relayed their visit to the man. He was not surprised about the gold rush in Deadwood. That had been all anyone in town could talk about. But he did seem to think this was their first patrol through here. His boys arrived to listen just a few minutes after that.
The boys were enamored with the soldiers. They asked many questions. Interrupting their Father and Sergeant Jackson's discussion.
To the point their Dad said, "Boys? Why don't ya put some water in the trough for their mounts an let em get some rest?"
With that, the boys happily lead the soldiers over to the trough near the house. Before filling it from the well. The men dismounted and removed their saddles and tack while the horses drank. Grover began brushing his horse down. He began talking with the boys about how many fights they had seen. As well as anything else they could think of to distract the children. Tolliver walked with Mr. Walker back into the barn. So they could sit in the shade and talk in peace.
Silak took the opportunity to step into the shack.
"No." Caroline whispered with raised brows. "No." She shook her head vehemently.
Silak smiled as he took her arms and moved her to the back of the house. "Now, you know we ain't got much time." He whispered.
"My kids are right outside." She continued in a whisper. Just before trying to fight him as he lifted the front of her skirt. "Stop it. Please."
"No time for that." He shook his head.
He kissed her to shut her up. Then slid his hands under her skirt to grab both cheeks through her bloomers.
"We can't do this now." She pleaded quietly.
He took her left hand and ran it down the shaft of his cock. Even through his pant's she could feel how hard he was. She bit her lip with a slight moan but glanced nervously at the door.
"Silak, please? Don't?"
She watched as he set his gun belt aside and pulled his cock out. He gripped her behind the head and pulled her to her knees.
"Get that wet for me."
She moaned but accepted his dick into her mouth. When she felt him pull her farther down she thought, "Of course." But she relented and allowed his cock to make her gag a moment before working her throat around until it could pass. He gave her a few deep strokes before easing her off of him.
He pulled her back to her feet and leaned her back against the dresser.
"You could just let me finish you in my mouth. It would be quick." She nodded as he pulled the front of her skirt up again.
"Not the same. Besides, you wouldn't enjoy it as much." He smiled as he tore her bloomers open.
He watched as she inhaled deeply. He gripped her hips as he slowly eased everything he had into her. She grunted when he hit bottom.
"Hush now." He whispered. "We don't want your boys to hear nothin."
She bit her lip and nodded.
Thankfully the old dresser was sturdy. It didn't shake as he slowly pumped into her.
"Gonna need ya to move those hips. If ya wanna finish fore one of your family catch us."
Caroline nodded and started pumping her hips back at him as their pace increased. She gripped the edge of the dresser to balance herself.
"Cover my mouth!" She whispered. He'd been watching her lovely body fuck back at him. So her comment caught him off guard. When he looked up suddenly, "Cover my damned mouth! I'm gonna..."
He slipped his right hand over her mouth as she wheezed out a faint cry and her body shook. He kept his hand there as he knew it would still be a bit before he was done. She squealed into his hand again and he moved his left hand to her lower back as his thrust got stronger.
A minute later and he slammed his mouth over hers as they both moaned out. His climax felt like it filled her stomach. Which left her quivering against him as they recovered.
Silak took a moment to catch his breath. Then let out a huge exhale. "Damn woman." He whispered. She couldn't help but laugh and give a small nod.
"Stay put." He told her.
She obviously didn't like it but she did as he said. She watched as he put himself back together and buckled his gun belt. Then he kissed her once more and headed out the front.
"Your mamma tells me you boys like to play down by the water?" She heard him say to her children.
"Yes, sir." They replied in unison.
"Might be we could find some indian sign down there. Why don't ya take me down there. So we can have a look?"
She heard her children's joyful agreement as they walked away. A few moments later both Cummings and Grover walked inside and headed to her. When she saw them drop their gun belts on the table, she sighed. From the looks on their faces. She knew there wasn't anything she could say that would stop them.
She groaned just before Cummings pulled her to him with a laugh. "Missed you, Caroline." She gave a small smile as his mouth closed over hers while he pulled her tight. When he eased back from the kiss. Grover moved her near the hope chest that sat at the foot of the bed. Cummings bent her over and hiked up her skirt. She leaned against Grover for support. Then she heard Cummings tear the crotch of her bloomers open wider.
"What is it with you men and my underwear?"
"Just wanna see more of ya, Mrs. Walker." Grover smiled.
Then her eyes rolled as she felt Cummings' massive cock slide into her. She felt Grover push her head down to find his cock waiting for her. She gave a self deprecating shake of her head before swallowing the thing down.
"Ah, that's what I needed." He whispered.
Caroline could feel Cummings sliding in and out of her. Grover gripped her by the bun and his left hand cupped her jaw for support. He soon began to slowly piston in and out of her mouth while Private Cummings went to work on her back end.
The two of them moaning and grunting noises of encouragement only served to stoke her fires as well. Soon she was joining in with her own moans of delight. Cummings tore her bloomers even farther so now she could hear his flesh slapping against her bare ass. She opened her eyes. No one had caught them. But the act of being fucked by two strangers at the foot of her marital bed made her cum instantly.
She groaned and shook until Grover, "OH! Yes! Yes! Oh, damn girl!" He horsley whispered.
He continued with slower longer strokes until he pulled himself from her mouth. Cummings, seeing that his friend was clear, sped up his assault on her pussy. The slapping got louder. While she rested on her elbows on top of the chest. He slammed into her so hard that all she could do was to grunt and hold on for him to finish. Thankfully, when he erupted inside of her, she felt another quake as her latest orgasm wracked her body. Grover had to cover her mouth as she keened in response.
She looked up to see Grover step away. Button his pants and put his gun belt back on. Then he moved to the door to make sure all was still clear. Cummings was still slowly grinding into her.
"We have to stop." She whispered over her shoulder at him.
He nodded and let out a cleansing breath. She worked to get her ruined bloomers to wipe up all of the cum. As Cummings got himself put away. He, and then Grover, gave her a tender kiss before slipping back outside. She leaned against the table to catch her breath.
"These boys are gonna be the death of me." She mumbled under her breath.
When she had control of her legs again she walked to the window to check on things. Silak must have seen that his friends were done. Because he was heading back from the stream with her sons. She watched as they changed direction for the barn.
She walked to the door. "Did they find something?" She asked Cummings and Grover.
Both men shrugged at her. "Not sure. We should probably find out." Grover commented.
The three of them walked to catch up to the group as the boys started talking to their father. He calmed them down before asking Silak, "What'd ya find?"
Silak shrugged. "It looks like unshod horse prints. Have you had anybody come by from that side of the stream?"
Their daddy looked to Caroline. But she shook her head.
"Silak? Take Cummings and Grover to double check. We need to be sure." Sergeant Jackson stated.
Silak nodded "Yes, Sarg." Just before heading back to the horse tracks.
The boys and their father tagged along. If it was indian tracks it could be a problem for these people.
Caroline was about to follow when she felt an arm snake around her. "Not you, Mrs. Walker." She could hear his smile.
"There aren't any tracks. Are there?" She said with a knowing sarcastic grin.
"Not sure. But I couldn't help but notice your man keeps a bottle of liniment oil in the barn."
She shook her head as the other group wandered out of site from the barn. "I don't understand."
"I'll explain." He said as he bent her over.
She gripped a cross beam of one of the empty stalls. Tolliver lifted her skirt. She looked back to see him pour some of the oil on his very long cock. Once he spread it around he began to prod at her anus.
"Whoa!" She tried to stand up but he pushed her back down. "No." She whispered.
He smiled. "Afraid so."
He pushed some more. "Tolliver, no." She shook her head.
"I promise you. You're gonna love it."
"Ha. sure I will." She nodded with sarcasm.
Then she felt herself starting to spread open. She gripped the beam tighter as she looked at him. He pushed and prodded. She could feel it slinking farther into her. It started to feel really tight. She whimpered and hung her head.
"Oh, shit shit shit shit shit." She whispered.
Then he stretched her more and gave a little moan.
She let out an anxious whine. "Yeah, I bet it's good for you."
"It's about to be good for both a us." He said as he gave one final push.
"Daaaammmmn yoooouuuuu." She whined.
Then it slipped in. "Ohhhhh." they said together.
"Whew." Tolliver grunted.
Caroline looked forward. Waiting for the pain to come. When it didn't. She licked her lips and looked back.
"You ready?" He asked.
She looked scared but nodded. He pulled her back by the hips. And Caroline had the most unusual surreal sensation of her life. A very long thick cock slowly slipped deep into her ass. She didn't know she could feel like this. And when he collided with her rear? She could feel another climax building.
Tolliver gave her a few gentle strokes before saying, "Sorry. But we DO have to hurry."
She gave him a grumbling laugh as she cursed him under her breath. Tolliver picked up the pace. Pulling the edges of her ruined bloomers aside. She could hear him slapping into her ass now. But the pistoning in her rear was far more distracting.
"You like that?"
"I... I'm not... I don't know." She nodded.
He fucked her ass faster now. She moaned with each long stroke he pumped into her. Sergeant Jackson closed his eyes in bliss. Just savoring the sweetness of Caroline's derriere. They continued like that for several minutes.
"Oh shit! I'm gonna..." Tolliver slapped his hand over her mouth. Praying to Jesus no one heard her.
But when she squealed an orgasm. Her ass shook and trembled and just took him over the side with her. Turning her moans of pleasure into a grunt of surprise. Tolliver pulled her tight with each round of cum he sent up her ass. Soon though he slowed enough to check to see no one was coming. Continuing to give her long but slower thrusts.
"Damn. Damn. Damn." She said as each dive bumped into her.
Tolliver spread her cheeks admiring how wide he was stretching her. Then he rubbed her right cheek and gave it a swat.
"Hey!?" She yelped as she looked back at him. "Just because you can come in here and take what you want!.." She hissed.
Tolliver's eyebrows rose. "...Yes?" He asked as he gently thrust in and out of her.
She bit her lip with a small shake of her head. "...I would prefer it if you didn't treat me like one of your whores."
"Well, whores don't generally let ya slap em." He smiled. "But if I was gonna treat ya like a whore? Then I'd say I got another dollar. So I want another ride."
"NO!" She whispered with dread.
"Oh?" He smiled before slapping her left cheek. "So, slappin's not soundin so bad now. Huh?"
She winced from the smack but shook her head after a moment.
He laughed. Like a bastard. But pulled his cock out of her.
"...Thank you." She grumbled after getting her skirt in order.
Tolliver put himself back together before giving her a kiss. "You slip on back to the house now. Before they get back."
She nodded and did as he said. He waited for her to get inside before he followed and began to saddle the horses. When they were ready to travel. He led the horses to the creek.
"So, what do we got?" He asked as he arrived.
Silak answered, "I think they're a few days old but it does look to be about four horses. Indian from what I can see, Sarge."
"We got a trail?"
"It's old... but yeah. I think so."
Tolliver nodded. "Mount up." Then he walked to Mr. Walker. "We'll see what we can find. In the meantime. You keep safe. Alright?"
The man nodded. "We will. And you boys keep your heads down out there."
"We'll do our best." He smiled.
Mr. Walker and his sons watched as the cavalrymen rode off.
Tennessee Mike was happy. The present was good. But the future looked great. When they first came up to this little fart of a town. He didn't think much of it. THEN they found out gold had been discovered in some crap hole in the Dakotas. Oh, he was definitely going. He was having visions he was so excited. All those minors? So stupid?
Then he heard that preacher laughing. Sounded like he was right outside his tent with Mike's girls.
Mike threw back the tent flap and stormed out. "What are you doin?!"
The Preacher was having coffee with Girtie and the girls. Again!
"Coffee?" Pastor Elijah said rather stunned as he held up his cup as proof.
"Get." Mike shooed with his hands.
The Preacher went to gulp down the last of his coffee as he stood. Just before finishing he looked up to see Old man Duncan coming around the wagon with Delilah. One of Mike's two black ladies.
"Brother Duncan!?" The Preacher stated in mock surprise. "How could you?"
Duncan stopped wide eyed as Delilah grinned and continued on to her seat near the fire.
"Uhhhh... Well... You see, Preacher. It was, uh... an ACCIDENT." He stated with a grin.
The girls giggled.
"This is exactly what I was talkin about." Mike grumbled.
Duncan stepped closer. "You see. I was walkin passed when I couldn't help but notice poor Delilah here bent over."
"Yeah, I bet you noticed." One of the girls muttered to the amused laughter of the other girls.
"An I tried to help her. But I... Uh, slipped! Fell right on top a the girl."
The Preacher nodded trying hard not to laugh.
"Of course I attempted to get up off a her. But... Her skirts..." He shrugged. "They became hopelessly entangled with my uh... HANDS."
Mike noticed that even Theo laughed.
"I'm an old man so I don't have the uh... {musculature} I used to. I tried..." He shook his head. "VERY hard... to uh... {dislodge} myself from the predicament." He nodded. "An I woulda been successful if not for the uh... [magnificent] hips a that girl." He smiled to Delilah. Who looked blatantly pleased by the compliment. "That began a series of us pushin an pullin against one another..."
"Is this going to be a long story, Brother?" Asked the Preacher.
He gave a broad smile. "Well at my age I sure hope it weren't short." He looked to Delilah. "Did it feel short to you, Sister?"
Delilah shook her head in mock seriousness. "Oh no, Brother Hoverson. It felt quite long." She stated as the other girls died laughing. "Thick too." She smiled.
"Alright." Mike said in a tone to get attention. "You're done then?" He asked Duncan who smiled and nodded. "And you're done." He told the Preacher. "Both a ya get."
The reverend Elijah laughed as he finished his last sip and was setting it down. When he heard Mike say, "Aw shit." In a tone that lacked any humor. The Reverend looked up and then looked to where Mike was starring. Brother Jakob was coming from the back of the train and looked to have a problem.
"What happened?" The Preacher asked.
Jakob shrugged. "I might as well say it. Everyone's gonna know in a little bit anyway." The Preacher waited for him to continue. "...Mr. Soaras? I don't know how. But folks in town figured out he was a Mormon."
Pastor Elijah nodded. "What'd they do?"
Jakob shrugged. "The Sheriff was able to break it up. But I stuck around an heard several a em talkin. Preacher they sound like they're tryin to get a mob together."
The Preacher nodded again. "Alright. Go back and warn Brother Soaras. Tell him to make sure his people are armed. Just in case. But if you or him see a mob coming? You come get me. I'll take care of them."
Jakob nodded with what looked like relief on his face.
Mike commented. "As fond as I am a your oratory. I ain't never seen no mob respond to pretty words, Preacher."
The Preacher shrugged. "Me neither." He looked to Girtie and the girls before tipping his hat. "Ladies. Thank you for the pleasant company." He smiled before walking back to his wagon with Duncan. Mike and Theo.
"You gonna need some help." Duncan stated.
"Well, I ain't gonna turn it down." The Preacher smiled.
When they got to the wagon. They watched as he climbed up to the driver's seat and flipped the top up. Revealing a storage area under the seat. He pulled out two bags and a double barrelled shotgun. Before climbing down and going to the back of the wagon.
"What's the plan?" Mike asked.
Elijah shrugged again as he loaded the shotgun. "Try to talk some sense into them... Shoot em when they won't listen." He finished in a cold tone.
They watched as he pulled out a holster with no belt. He removed a .44 Calibre Schofield revolver and loaded it before putting it back in it's holster. He pulled off his gunbelt and slipped the Schofield on so it sat over his left buttox in a left hand draw. He sat that gunbelt aside. Then he pulled out another gunbelt from the other sack. He pulled the two Army Colts from their holsters and began to load them as well.
When finished, he put that belt on and secured the leg ties just above his knees. The belt with his Peacemaker and Schofield went on after that.
"You expectin a war?" Mike asked.
"Nope." He shook his head. "Just an ignorant mob."
The four of them sat and had some fish with the other men of his wagon. And waited. As night approached Mike left to check on the girls. He returned a few minutes later with his rifle and a bandolier of rounds.
"You any good with that?" The Preacher smiled.
Mike laughed. "Uh, better with a knife, actually."
"How's everyone taking the news about the gold rush?" Elijah asked.
"I'm going to Deadwood." Mike commented.
Theo nodded. "Me and the men talked about it and figured whichever way Mike goes. We'll go there."
"What about you gentlemen?" Elijah asked his group of friends.
Duncan answered for the group. "We're goin wherever the wagon's goin... So, where's it goin?"
Reverend Elijah laughed. "Well, I talked to Parson Withers and he's continuing on to Virginia City. So I'm following the other half of the train that's going to Deadwood Gulch."
His friends nodded to that.
"Seems like bout half these folks gonna head north. Followin that gold." Duncan said.
The sun had set as they talked. But soon a young man from Brother Soaras's family rushed up to tell the Preacher they saw a group of people coming from town. The Preacher nodded and sent him back. He sighed. Stood up and picked up his shotgun.
Elilsha Soaras could hear the mob yelling and cursing. They had torches. And he was pretty sure they were armed. He yelled for his family to get behind the wagons and get ready. The mob didn't stop until they were just a few steps from his wagons. He could see the fear in his wives' eyes. They'd seen this before but that didn't make it easy. The fear in his children's eyes was harder. They'd been too young to remember Illinois.
The crowd grew louder. The slurs grew uglier. The threats started to become... unChristian.
And just when Elisha thought things were about to get bloody.
BOOM!!
Off to his left.
The mob fell silent as they looked at a group of men with torches. One of them. The one that had fired the shotgun. Stepped forward and spun his torch. Throwing it underhanded at the mob. Elisha watched as the torch flipped end over end. The first few ranks of people stepped out of the way until it hit someone in the middle of the crowd. The torch fell to the ground. Illuminating everyone in the mob.
The man continued to walk closer. "While you unrighteous trash spread your threats! Know this! The next one of you that blasphemes our Father! Will be cut in half with this shotgun!"
One of them, probably the leader, stepped forward. "Who are you!? Another Mormon?!"
"I'm a Methodist, you idiot."
Elisha laughed. Him just saying that made five or six in the back of the crowd start slowly walking back to town.
"You people need to go home. We'll be leaving in the morning and you'll have your town back."
"To hell with you! We ain't lettin these..."
BOOM!!
It did NOT cut him in half. It DID kill him, none the less. As well as the man to his right. Wounding four others and peppering another six.
That sent the bulk of the mob running for town. {Unfortunately} they were a little too late. The Preacher was firing with his six guns before the shotgun hit the ground. Theo had opened up with both hands the second he heard the second barrel. Mike, Duncan and the rest fired indiscriminately into the mob. While the Soaras family helped with some very accurate shooting of their own. The Reverend called a stop fire when he realized the only ones left were running for their lives.
"Everyone alright?!" He yelled to his friends. When he got nods back from them, "Brother Soaras?! You folks alright?!"
Elisha laughed as he looked at his family. He nodded. Though he knew the man couldn't see it. "Yeah, Preacher! We're good! Thank you!"
They made sure to have guards posted throughout the night. Better safe than sorry. Eventually the Preacher and his friends went back to their wagons. Elijah Coster set down his shotgun and took off his gunbelts. He sat on his bedroll. Pulled out a bottle of whiskey and took a big gulp. Truth be told, he preferred Scotch. Whiskey always had a watery aftertaste in his opinion. He took another gulp.
Cateh had stood back and watched all of it from the shadows. Now, she didn't know what to think. He was on his fourth gulp. It couldn't be nerves. She knew any man had a right to be scared. But the Preacher didn't act like it. Hell, even now he didn't look scared. He looked really really pisst.
"What's wrong?" She asked as she stepped closer to his tent.
He looked at her in mild surprise before shaking his head. "I killed those people."
She stepped into his tent and sat on her knees. "They didn't give you any choice."
He laughed and took another drink. "I >liked< it." He gave a bitter smile.
She shook her head. "That doesn't matter." He looked at her very surprised. "You gave those fools a chance to walk away and they kept on comin. You did what you had to."
He laughed and nodded. "I suppose."
"You're a good man."
"Ha!" He gave a bitter hard laugh. "A good man?" She nodded. "Alright. A good man she says." He said to himself.
She didn't know what to say. He took another drink.
"...When I was a young man. I joined up with a group a... just black hearted bastards... We hunted Comanche. Tracked em. Killed em. Laughed about it. Always braggin bout how it was for Texas!... And when we killed Mexicans? It was for Texas. When we killed coloreds? It was for Texas... Then the war broke out. Everybody's screamin "For Texas!" Heh... I'm ridin with most a the same men I hunted Comanche with. Only now, we're killin white folks..." He took another gulp off the bottle. She noticed it was more than half gone now. He looked at her hard. "What kinda {TRASH} doesn't know there's somethin wrong with killin women n kids. Till it's white ones?"
It took her a moment before she could come to grips with that. She shook herself and grabbed his arm. "But you're not that man anymore, Preacher."
He nodded with a surly grin before he took another swig off the bottle. "Prolly time for you to go. I'm startin to forget I'm a Preacher."
The way he was looking at her?.. It was unnerving.
"Yes, Preacher." Cateh whispered as she slipped out of his tent.
Cateh didn't sleep well that night. She was grateful when the sun came up. She was quick to get the camp set up for the morning before they headed out.
Those that were continuing on to Virginia City headed out first. Cateh watched as the Preacher made long goodbyes with every member of the Soaras family. But soon those of them that were going to Deadwood got themselves together. The Banker, Oliver T. Breckenried, was leading them out. He thought if a Bank in Virginia City was profitable. Then one in Deadwood would be even better. His eight guards led the way for the 150 wagons that followed.
"Halt!"
Sergeant Tolliver Jackson pulled his horse to a halt. Along with the other 20 men in his platoon.
"Dismount!"
In accordance with Army protocols, every member of his platoon dismounted. Before they could walk their horses into town. Except for Lieutenant Kunstin. He was white so he could stay on his horse. Jackson didn't mind the insult. It said more about the morons leading the Army than it did him. He did however mind that Kunstin was a half whit.
"Forward... MARCH!" The Platoon Sergeant called out while standing next to his horse.
They marched to the middle of the small town before the Sergeant called Halt again and dismissed them. Tolliver and his men tied their horses before his friends ran off to get liquor and food. He laughed at their excitement. Then noticed three white men watching them from just outside the saloon. Each of them had a beer glass in their hand. But he couldn't tell how drunk they were yet.
"Good mornin, gentlemen." He said as he was about to walk passed them.
"Hey boy? What are you colored fellas doin up here?"
He was trying not to make a face as he turned to look at the middle man. Who had made the comment. But before he could respond the one on his right looked at the man, "Damn it, Brother Mike."
"What?" He shrugged.
"You called him "Boy."
He shook his head with a shrug. "Down south we call everyone "Boy."
The man on the right nodded with an incredulous smile. "Yeah. When we want to imply the man's an idiot."
Tolliver gave a small laugh while "Mike" shook his head. Shrugged and hung his head in shame. "Shit."
The man on the right shook his head in disappointment before extending his hand to Tolliver. "Pastor Elijah Coster but folks call me Preacher. How is your day?" He smiled.
Tolliver Shook his hand with a laugh. "Sergeant Tolliver Jackson. I'm doin well, Preacher. Thank you." Tolliver extended his hand to "Mike."
"Tennessee Mike. It's nice to meet ya. And this is my man, Theo." He motioned to the young man on his left as he shook Tolliver's hand.
Tolliver shook hands with theo before asking, "You men heading to Deadwood for the gold?"
They laughed. "Naw. The Preacher's over protective." Mike commented. "An I'm plannin on makin it rich off my whores." He smiled.
Tolliver was suddenly serious. "You honestly a pimp?" Mike nodded as he sipped his beer. "You got any Black ones?"
Mike nodded. "Over at the wagon train. I got two Black ones and a Seminole."
Tolliver noticed the Pastor gave a sort of angry cringe when Mike mentioned the Seminole. That .45 on his hip looked pretty well used. And the way that Scofield was mounted at his back? The man says he's a Reverend but he's drinking beer wearing four guns? Tolliver would need to warn his men. No reason to cause problems if they had two they could use without issue.
"But that doesn't answer my question." Mike said.
Tolliver asked, "Which question?"
"Where'd ya'll come from."
"Ohhh. Yeah we got orders to come up here an help with the Sioux problem. There's two Companies of us up here."
Mikes brows went way up. "Two Companies a Balck soldiers? ...I may need to send for more whores."
Tolliver laughed.
"How is it?" Theo asked Tolliver.
Tolliver shrugged. "Been a few skirmishes. Mostly north a here."
"What about Deadwood?" The Pastor asked.
"So far it's peaceful."
They spoke for a few more minutes until Tolliver had to get something to eat. He spread the word to the rest of the Platoon. Mike made pretty good money that night. Though he had the sneaking suspicion that he'd missed something. When none of the men of 3rd Platoon B Troop wanted to spend time with Cateh.
Sergeant Tolliver Jackson could not figure out [why] he did not take Mike up on one of those whores. They were doing another patrol on their way to the Walker place.
"You alright, Sarge?" Grover asked.
"Yeah..." He scowled. "No." His men laughed. "Did any of you go see those whores?
"Nope."
"Nope."
"Nope."
All three replied.
"Damned woman's got us actin like we're married." Tolliver grumbled.
"I ain't complainin." Cummings smiled.
"It ain't like we can marry the gal." Silak commented.
"Naw, but we can enjoy what we got while we got it." Cummings replied.
"Motherfucker." Tolliver pulled his horse to a halt.
It took the others a moment to figure out what made him stop. When they looked up they could see a column of smoke. Much too large to be the chimney at the Walker place.
"GO! GO! GO! GO! GO! GO!" Sergeant Jackson yelled as he spurred his horse into a charge.
"All we wanted was peace and to be let alone"
~Crazy Horse (1842-1877)~
Caroline was cursing like a sailor. Her boys were stuffed under the bed. Crying. Marshall had two bullet holes in him. And was lying unconscious on the floor. The barn was on fire. Their two horses were dead. And she had no idea how many more of the Sioux were out there. She'd just reloaded the shotgun when she saw a head poke up outside the back window.
BOOM!!
She was pretty sure she saw blood fly before the window and the head disappeared. The front door was thrown open.
BOOM!!
She took the left leg off one of the Sioux warriors out there. He fell over. Out cold in the dirt.
She popped the breach on the shotgun. Watching the spent shells fly out. "God - Damned - Nigger - Soldiers!!" She popped two new rounds into the barrels. "Here - every - God - Damned - day!!" She slapped the barrels back into place. "But the {minute} I need them?!!"
Pop.Pop...Pop.
Pop.
She heard a Sioux warrior yell out in pain. "What was that?" She whispered.
Pop...Pop.
Pop.Pop.
It sounded like the Sioux were running from the house. And... Yes. She could hear horses coming. She sneaked over to the door to peer out.
"Thank you, Jesus." She whispered.
Her four rapists were running hell bent for leather. Firing their carbines as fast as they could. And for the first time since she'd met the sons of bitches. She was genuinely happy to see them.
"Caroline! You alright!?" Tolliver yelled as they pulled up to the house and jumped off their mounts.
He pulled her into a tight hug as he shoved her back inside.
"Marshall's hurt." She said as Cummings forced Tolliver out of the way to hug the woman.
"Grover! Check on Mr. Walker!" Tolliver ordered as he crouched and made his way to the back window.
Grover hugged her fast. "I'm glad you're alright. Your boys hurt?" He asked as he let her go and moved to her husband.
"They're fine. They're under the bed." She said as Silak gave her a hug and a kiss on the cheek before letting her go. "David! Benjamin! Come on out. But stay low." She said.
Tolliver helped the boys out while keeping a lookout through the back window. They were tear streaked and scared but unhurt. He looked back toward the front. Caroline was hugging her children. Silak had lookout through the front door. While Cummings kept low but watched for the Sioux through the side window.
"How's he lookin, Grover?!"
"He's gonna be fine, Sarge!" Grover yelled but Tolliver saw him glance at the boys and gave a small shake of his head when he made eye contact with Tolliver. "What's the plan?" Grover asked.
Tolliver took his hat off and rubbed his head. "We're gonna load up that wagon with Mr. an Mrs. Walker. Get the boys in there. An you an Cummings'll pull guard with em while me an Silak bring up the rear."
"Those bastards killed our horses." Caroline cursed.
He nodded. "We'll use Grover and Cummings' horses for the wagon." He started walking back to the front of the house. "Silak. With me."
They pulled the saddles off the two horses and ran for the barn. They'd hear Cummings and Grover fire periodically. Sometimes they hit and they heard a scream or a thud. But there were more than a few that sounded like clean misses.
"How many o em you think out there?" Silak asked as they pulled the wagon back to the house.
"Too damned many."
They hitched the horses up and helped Grover get Mr. Walker situated on several blankets in the wagon. Caroline practically threw her sons into the back before climbing in the back with a large carpetbag purse and her shotgun. Cummings climbed in the back and got behind what little cover the side of the wagon provided.
"Everyone stay down." He ordered.
Grover climbed into the driver seat and whipped the horses into a charge. "Hyah!!"
Tolliver went for his horse. Silak jumped on his and took off.
Then some thirty odd Sioux warriors came charging out of nowhere.
Tolliver saw one taking aim at Silak. He stopped aimed and shot the Sioux through the side. But another shot Silak's horse out from under him. He and his mount went down in a cloud of dust. Another warrior took notice of Tolliver but he pumped the lever on his Spencer carbine. Aimed fast and killed the man.
Tolliver took a knee and fired at the mob following the wagon. He saw Silak claw his way up out of the dirt. He stumbled a bit loopy but he pulled his pistol. Firing into the horde. Tolliver kept firing until he felt a round punch through his left arm. He turned around in time to see a Sioux right behind him swinging a tomahawk.
Bullets were bouncing off every part of the wagon. Grover took one in the side but held on. He managed to squat down in front of the bench. Trying to use the seat for what little cover it could offer.
Cummings was firing his rifle when Caroline saw him shot three times. The right arm made him wince. Then a round punched through the sidewall and hit his left thigh. He lurched up in pain. To catch one in the head. Caroline didn't have time to do anything as Cummings tipped over the side of the wagon and fell out.
There were several Sioux coming up on her right. She turned to them firing the first barrel. Before aiming the second and firing at another. One of her two fell off his horse while several of the others seem to have been peppered with the buckshot.
She looked forward in time to see Grover pull his pistol and kill another warrior that had made it to the front of the wagon. She reloaded. But the Sioux had slowed and were soon left behind.
Tennessee Mike watched the men come and go. He couldn't see Cateh doing anything wrong. One of the reasons he'd purchased her contract was BECAUSE she was such a good actress. He knew she hated this shit. Hell, {he} hated it. But she'd always been able to stash that away and put on a sultry face. Like she was doing now. No odd expressions. No sly remarks. She flashed a little flesh and looked invitingly at the patrons. Made conversation with them. And they smiled and talked and flirted and... grabbed a different girl before going to the tents.
When he saw Darren from the Banker's party come from the tents with Delilah. Mike decided to get an answer. Darren wasn't scared of anything. So Mike should've been able to get a straight answer out of him.
"Good evening, Mike." Darren nodded as he walked back to his men.
"Hey Darren? Can I talk to ya for a minute"
Darren stopped to face him. "Sure."
"You used to be one a Cateh's regulars didn't ya?"
"Is there a problem with that?"
"No." Mike shook his head. "Man's got a right to change. I just wanted to know if somethin happened."
Darren looked hesitant to answer.
"I find it hard to think [she] did somethin."
Darren shook his head and laughed. "Naw. No sir. She's wonderful. Uh... shit."
Mike knew he needed to wait for him to speak.
Darren eventually shrugged with a small shake of the head. "Look, Mike. I don't wanna cause any trouble but..." Mike nodded. "You remember those Black soldiers we ran into a few days ago?"
Mike nodded again. "Sure I do. Good fellers from what I could tell."
"No. No they were good fellers. But we heard a few of em talkin. Me an a few a the others. Waitin our turns with your ladies? Anyway, one a em told the others their Sarge said to stay away from the Seminole."
Mike was surprised. "What?"
Darren nodded. "Yeah. He said there was a gunman with the train. Called himself Preacher an he had a thing for the Indian whore. So best to just stay away from her."
Mike smiled and laughed. "So, {you} stopped visitin Cateh cause you were afraid a the Preacher?"
"Fuck you." Darren shook his head. "No. I like the man. An if he likes a whore? I don't mind movin on to another one. I mean, hell. You got plenty."
Mike nodded. "...Thanks for lettin me know."
"Sure... What are ya gonna do?"
Mike shrugged. "I don't know." He said as he looked back at Cateh. "She wasn't cheap." He said as he looked back at Darren. "I can't just let her sit there."
"Well... Let me know if I can help. Alright?"
Mike nodded again. "I will. Thanks again."
Darren walked off while Mike was stuck with the kind of problem he wasn't good at solving. "I need to fuck Gertie." He said to himself. "I mean, TALK to Gertie." He thought.
Mike walked over to the girls. "Cat, keep an eye on things for a bit. Girtie?"
Girtie nodded and followed Mike back to his tent. "What's wrong?"
"I just heard some news an I'm not sure how to handle it yet."
He grabbed the top of her shoulders and pushed her down to her knees. She wanted to make a joke but she wasn't sure if he was mad or not. He shoved her forward so she was on her hands and knees. Girtie stuck her ass in the air.
She felt him lift her skirt. "Did you wanna talk about it?"
She heard him uncork a bottle. When she looked back he was putting oil on his cock. Since he didn't say anything. She thought it best to shut up. When she felt the head of his cock touch her rear she yelped and jerked away. He pulled her back to him and began to push into her ass.
"At least tell me what I did wrong." She began to cry. "Tell me why you're mad."
Mike made a face at her. "I'm not mad. Now, push back at me."
She quickly wiped the tears from her face. Gripped the grass of the floor and pushed back at him. Mike's grip on her hips pulled her steadily back. And more of his slick cock eased its way into Girtie. Girtie licked her lips and waggled her ass. Letting more of him slip in.
"You're still pretty tight."
She pushed back more. "That's good. Right?"
She whimpered as his pull got even stronger. She could feel her tight little butthole was stretched to its maximum.
"Yeah. That's good, Girtie... Now push yourself back some more and finish it for me."
Girtie looked forward and tried not to think about it. She just pushed as hard as she could... Until. FINALLY. She felt his head slip in.
"AH!" She gasped.
"When's the last time you had a man up your ass?"
"You told me to stop takin clients when you started fuckin me."
She felt him pull her all the way down until his cock was buried in her. "I didn't tell ya to stop cause I was fuckin ya." He began to thrust into her with long hard thrusts.
"OK!.. OK!.. I'm sorry!" She gasped out.
"I wanted to MAKE - SURE..." He pumped her extra hard on those two thrusts.
"OH! - OH!"
"YOU - WERE - WATCHIN - THE - GIRLS!"
"OH! - OH! - OH! - OH! - OH!"
He settled down to a slower fucking. "You understand."
She looked back at him. "I understand your scaring the shit outta me."
"Huh."
"Mike? What d'ya want?.. You want me to shut up an cry into the grass. While you pound into me?.. I can." She nodded with obvious fear.
She squeaked in surprise as he grabbed her leg and flipped her around until she was facing him. Then he picked her up. Until she was sitting on his lap. As he leaned back and pumped into her.
"OhhhHhHHhhhh." She said as she settled into the rhythm.
She kept her hands on his shoulders and chewed her lip as Mike slowly pumped into her. "When was the last time?"
"Uh... Uh, two years I think... Ohhhhhhh!"
He pushed in for a long slow drive. "Yeah... That feels about right."
"You... You... gonna tell me what's wrong?"
Girtie could feel Mike's cock pressing that magic spot. BUT it felt different this time. Something about him being in her back door and pressing on it made it... Girtie bit her bottom lip and leaned back. She started bouncing up and down with him. Mike smiled as her eyes rolled back and she came quietly.
"People are saying the Preacher's got a thing for Cateh."
"Uh huh." She bounced.
"That's why men ain't been usin her."
"Yeah... Oh. Oh... Preacher DOES!! OHHHHH!.. Uh. Preacher likes her... Can see it in his eyes. FUCK - MIKE - AH."
Girtie suddenly reached down and tore her chamise open to bare her breasts. She leaned forward. "Needyourhandsonme." She said as she moved his hands to grip the bare skin of her waist.
Mike pumped her hard, slow and deep as she leaned far far back and groaned. "So what do I do about it?"
Girtie quivered as another orgasm hit her. "...Ohhhmmmfuu... Give her to him. JESUS!" She shook. "GIVEHER tooooooo him. Mm mm mm mm."
"Girl was too damned expensive. I can't do that shit."
"Oh fuckmefuckmefuckmefuckme..." She whispered as she shook. "Sonofabitch PAYS - 10Dollarsfor Ohhhhhh mamma for coffeeeeeeeeee. Jesus Mike. Oh shit. You know what he'll hill hell OH HELLLLLL... pay you for Cat! Fuck me, baby."
Mike eased her back until her shoulders rested in the grass. Leaning back away from her. Pressing the head of his cock very hard against her G spot. "That's a good point."
"FUCK YEAH!!"
Girtie jumped, jerked, quivered and came. Mike kept going. Her tight little ass making it hard for him to finish. He didn't mind. Any time she looked like she might pass out. He gave her severeal hard thrusts. Which brought her screeching in orgasm to lucidity. He fucked her slow and steady. Enjoying the tight grip she had on him. She would come regularly now. And when it got to be too much and she started to wane? More hard thrusts and they would start all over. For once, Girtie wasn't embarrassed.
But when it finally came time for Mike to cum. He pulled her tight. Holding his cock deep inside of her. Enjoying the pulsating feeling of her ass as his loads fired deeper into her guts. Finally drained. Mike leaned forward. Laying on Girtie he lightly ran his tongue across her bottom lip. Whores do not kiss.
"Mike?" She said as her eyes opened.
He slipped his tongue into her mouth. Nervous or not she accepted his tongue and kissed him back. Mike enjoyed making out with his favorite whore. While they had a lovely cool down fuck in the grass.
Private Grover bit down HARD on a strip of leather. Caroline had brought a bottle of whiskey. And the burning crap was eating at the two holes in his side. She fanned his wounds while pulling a clean shirt out of her carpet bag purse.
"I'm sorry that hurts." She said.
He laughed as the leather fell out of his mouth. "Thought you'd think it was the {least} I deserved." He smiled at her.
She tore the shirt into strips. "No." She looked at him. "...You saved my babies. That buys you a lot with me." She nodded to him before putting a wad of cloth over each of his wounds. "Hold those in place for me." He did as she said before she placed a long strip around him to hold the bandages in place. She tied the ends of the strip tight together."
"Whooof. Remind me not to get shot again."
She laughed. "I will. I promise." She finished as she leaned back against the large oak next to him.
It was night and her boys had cried themselves to sleep. They knew their daddy had died in the wagon after the attack. Grover ran the horses as long as he could but they needed a rest. He'd found a secluded spot. Well off the family's trail to town. It had water and was unlikely to attract the attention of the Sioux. Who, if he was reading them right, should be out looking for bigger targets. Hoping to frighten off the whites who were encroaching on their lands.
It was cold. They did NOT have a fire. Because Grover did NOT want to die. The boys were bundled up in the wagon with one of the blankets they'd used to cushion their father when he was alive. Grover had the other one draped across him and Caroline as they huddled together under the oak.
"You shouldn't have lied about Marshall."
Grover frowned. "When'd I do that?" He whispered back.
"At the house. Tolliver probably would have left him if he knew. Would have wasted less time. Maybe..."
"Naw. Sarge knew."
She suddenly looked at him.
"I said that but I gave him the sign. He knew the man was about to go."
She shook her head. "Then why..."
It was his turn to shrug. And cringe in pain from his wounds. "...Ow. He probably thought you an the boys deserved to bury the man."
"...You think Tolliver and Silak made it?" She had kept herself from asking this question for a long time now. She'd been almost terrified of what he might say.
He sighed. "...I just don't know." He said with a shake of his head. "Could be they fell back to the house an held em off. Could be they broke loose in another direction. Or..." He nodded to her as if that and his sad expression explained what he couldn't bring himself to say.
Caroline snuggled in closer. His arm was around her back. While her right hand rested on his stomach. She was tempted to slide her hand down. Anything to get her mind off of this terrible day.
Grover fought his urges to grab her and use her. Likewise. He thought it would be a good excuse to just not think about what had happened.
As they sat there she heard one of her boys grumble in his sleep. She realized they wouldn't be asleep forever. Best to just... She looked up at Grover while he was lost in thought. Then let her hand slide down and grip the semi- firmness of his shaft. When he looked down at her she felt his cock come to full attention.
"You sure bout this?"
She nodded. "I... Yeah." She ended with a sigh.
He nodded before leaning forward and kissing her. As the kiss grew deeper his left hand rose. He slipped it inside her jacket to grip and squeeze her right breast. She moaned and began to undo his buckle and the fly of his pants. They kissed and groped each other slowly. Until she was able to pull his dick free. With that, she broke the kiss. He could see she had a mixture of emotions raging through her. But he did too. And he had no idea what he should say at a time like this.
Caroline leaned down and slipped the head of his cock into her mouth. Grover rubbed her back through her jacket. There was no hurry. So Grover took a deep breath to calm himself. He could feel her slip more of him into her mouth with every up and down bob of her head. He reached down to her ass and began to pull her skirt up. Caroline had to lift herself up a bit a few times so he could get the skirt clear.
But once he did? He was rewarded with... another pair of bloomers. She almost laughed when she heard him grumble. She slid him out of her mouth. "No tearing those. They're the last pair I have." She looked at him until he nodded.
"Yes, Mrs. Walker." He said without emotion.
She smiled and slid his cock all the way down her throat in one gulp.
"Oh ho ho damn." He whispered.
His hand found her crack and began to rub. Then he slowly moved his hand forward until he was able to rub her slit. But eventually he had to admit he would not be able to pleasure her well from this angle.
"To hell with it."
He said as he maneuvered them away from the tree so he could lay on his back. He took his jacket and laid it down for him to lay on. Then he took her jacket and wedged it under his head to give him the angle he'd need. Then pulled her crotch on top of his face. He loosened and pulled her bloomers down. Thankfully the waist was wide when not tied closed. So he could tug it down to her knees. He heard her hum load when his tongue raced down her slit. His tongue had been so distracting that she hadn't thought to be grateful. That at least this pair of bloomers wouldn't be destroyed.
Grover pulled her underwear down to her ankles and gripped her ass cheeks in both hands. Holding her close as he feasted on her. He felt a tremor start in her hips. While her mouth hummed and slid faster up and down his shaft. When she finally came. Her head popped off of him while she moaned.
Grover's right hand went to the back of her head and forced her back down. He continued to make her jostle and quake. He slid his left hand to her right cheek to keep her pinned in place while his right hand never left her head. She was forced to suck and take what he was giving her.
It wasn't too long before Caroline felt his cock thickening in her mouth. After so many orgasms she felt a rush of appreciation that it was almost over. He held her tight. While his cock fired four huge loads of cum into her belly. Caroline had one more life altering orgasm on his mouth. And then, she was finally free.
They rested a moment. Her laying her cheek on his thigh. While his head fell away from her.
Later they woke in that same position and laughed. Thankfully the boys were still asleep. The cold had roused them. They put themselves back together before he had her lay on top of him. They snuggled together under the blanket and were out in minutes.
Private Barnabus Cummings, 3rd Platoon, B Troop of the 10th Cavalry Regiment, awoke with one hell of a headache. The big man had had worse mornings but he'd be damned if he could say when.
He was laying flat on his back. And he could feel his hands and feet were bound and stretched out away from him. He worked up the courage to open his eyes as he was sure the sunlight would hurt. When he finally did. It was early morning. The Sun wasn;t hitting him yet. Which meant that heat that he had thought was sunlight was,
"Shit. I gotta fever." He whispered to himself.
He could see he was lying in the grass. When he looked up he saw a tree line about thirty feet away. And when he looked down he saw, what he assumed, was a Sioux village. There was nothing to his right. But to his left was another soldier. Sergeant stripes.
"Tolliver!" He whispered. "TOLLIVER!" He whispered?
"What boy!?" Tolliver whispered as he turned his head.
The man looked like shit. He had blood caked down and covering his left eye. "Your eye OK?"
"...Yeah. It's just glued shut with somethin."
"That's blood. Ya got blood coverin most a your face."
Tolliver nodded. "Last thing I saw was a sioux swingin a tomahawk at me."
"See what happened to Silak an Grover? Did they make it?"
"I don't know if Grover an them made it. But I think Silaks's dead. His horse tumbled. An when he came up he was stumblin an firin his pistol. I got bushwhacked right then so... I don't know... What about you?"
"I was shootin one minute an woke up here the next. Any idea what they gonna do?"
Tolliver shook his head. "Just happy they ain't Apache."
Cummings gave a small laugh. "...Mannn... We get outta this. I'm takin my black ass to Paris. I'm done with this shit."
"Paris?"
"Yeah. Heard they don't give damn what color you are over there. I'd like to know what that's like for once in my life."
"Hell. We get outta this? I'm goin with ya."
They could see people moving around the encampment. But soon there was a minor uproar. They craned their heads to see about forty warriors get on their horses and ride off.
Tennessee Mike was perturbed. He was having second thoughts. He needed to talk to the Preacher but what was he going to say? He needed Cateh to make him money. He paid for her. That was her job. Preacher didn't have to like it. Damn it, Mike didn't like it. But it was what it was. OK. So what was the Preacher going to say?
...Probably somethin about Mike's God - Damned - Responsibility! Or some other frustrating shit he never thoughtBANG!
Mike was torn from his reverie by the sudden maelstrom of firearms. Unfortunately he wasn't the only one who had been surprised. He could see wagons ahead of them veering off to the left and right. As drivers lost control of their vehicles in the confusion.
Mike could hear Theo yelling something from the shotgun seat next to him. But between Theo's Colts and the girls' screaming. He couldn't make out a word.
The Sioux came in force assailing the caravan from the rear. Counting on their mounts lighter loads to give them an advantage of speed. While coming from the blind spot for most of the vehicles.
Reverend Ellijah had been just as surprised as the others. But his quickdraw made up for a bit. When a Sioux warrior appeared on their right and shot. It only took him a moment to draw and blow the man off his horse. He stood up leaning out around the overhead shade to yell at the men on top.
"Get those rifles firin and get rid a some these bastards!"
That was all it took to get his four friends into the fight. When he Sat back down he noticed Duncan was dead. The old man had caught that first round in the heart. The Preacher kept the wagon moving. Even when two of the wagons in front of him came to a halt. He pulled his team off to the left. Knowing a moving target, no matter how slow, was harder to hit.
He saw the driver and shotgun of the first stalled wagon were dead. But he didn't have time to worry about that now. When he saw one Siouox off in the distance to their right. He dropped the reins and picked up Duncan's Rolling block. BOOM! He never was as good with rifles. Not sure why. But he hit the horse in a dead run. So if the man didn't die in the tumble? Then at least he wasn't having a good day.
Eventually the Sioux made the loop and were coming back down the left side from the front. Firing and reloading on the run. But at this angle it meant that the crews of the wagons could see them coming. And the Preacher WAS good with his revolvers.
He dropped the first warrior and the second with a berrage from his Army colts. Someone a few wagons ahead of him did the same to the next two. Then, just as fast as it had started.
The Sioux left.
The train slowly came to a halt. The Preacher climbed up top with the others to get a look. "How many were left when they ran off?" He asked.
"Maybe eight or ten." One of the men answered.
He turned to look at the disheveled train. And closed his eyes in prayer when he realized. Any moment now and the old anger would be back on him. All it needed was...
"Nooooooo..."
"Mamma!Mamma!Mamma!"
"Why! Ahhh! Why!"
"Girtie!" Mike screamed.
The Preacher dropped from the wagon and untied his horse from the back. He mounted up and rode to the font of the train. Pulling up to Breckenried's wagons. His guards came over fast.
"How is it back there?" Darren asked.
"Bad." He said from his seat. "We need to get these wagons into a defensive position in case they come back." Darren nodded. "Pull the back half up along the left side an make a big oval. Get all livestock an people inside it."
"We need to leave!" Brekenried yelled as he stormed over.
"We don't even know if everyone can keep up." The Preacher said.
"That's not our problem!"
The Preacher looked at him with cold eyes. "Fat man, don't make the mistake a thinkin you'd be the first son of a bitch I ever crossed state lines for just to plant in the dirt! If I get back an find out you left folks behind. I {will} find you. An I {will} kill you." When it was obvious the Banker had nothing to say. The Preacher turned back to Darren. "Do as I say. Then tend our wounded and bury our dead."
"Where you goin?"
"I gotta track down these God damned Comanche. An see if they're gonna muster the guts to come at us again. If I ain't back by mornin. Head on to Deadwood." Darren nodded his reply. The Preacher turned his horse about to leave when he looked back at Darren. "Try to get out there an grab as many a those Indian horses as you can. We may need em. An any guns you find."
Darren nodded again. "We'll do it."
With that, he trotted back to his wagon. He could still hear Mike crying from inside the first wagon. Several of the girls were huddled together. Trying to console one another. Theo was looking uncomfortable. The Preacher nodded to him as he passed.
His four friends stood guard next to his wagon. But he could see the look of relief on their faces as he approached. He dismounted. Tied his horse. And climbed up to the driver's seat. He pulled Duncan off the seat onto the floor. Flipped up the lip of the seat and pulled out a large sack, three winchesters and a bandelier of rifle ammunition. Setting those aside he took Duncan's gunbelt holding the .45 Peacemaker.
When he stepped down he noticed Theo standing there. Looking unsure about what to do. "I'm sorry about Girtie." The Preacher said before heading to the back of his wagon.
Theo nodded silently following him.
The Preacher dropped the back gate to use as a table. Just before dropping the bag and guns on the table. "Arnulfo? Pull Duncan's horse out of the traces and get it saddled for me."
The young Cubano nodded and ran to get that done. The Preacher reloaded his Army colts. Then reached into the cavity in the center of the wagon and pulled out two rifle scabbards. He made sure all three of the Winchesters were loaded. Before filling the scabbards with two of them.
The fight with the Sioux, and the loss of a few wagons who'd continued on to Virginia City, meant the Preacher's wagon was sitting just catty corner to Tennesse Mike's. It didn't take much for Cateh to notice what the Preacher was doing.
When she walked over to him, "Get your coat on. You're goin with me." He said without looking at her.
That was not something she wanted to hear. He had that scary look about him again and she wasn't sure she wanted to be around him. BUT, she went back to the wagon and put her coat on.
"I'll be goin with ya." She heard Mike say to the Preacher as she returned to the wagon.
The Preacher had just finished checking Duncan's .45. He holstered it and handed to Cateh. "Put this on." Then he turned to Mike. "Ya ever hunted Indians?"
Mike shook his head "No."
"An I ain't got time to teach ya. I need you an your anger {here}. Protecting these girls." He handed Cateh the three Winchesters and pointed to Duncan's horse. "Put those on Mavis there. The third one you keep in your hands." She nodded and went to store the rifles with their scabbards.
"You'd rather take a squaw with ya than me?!"
"She's hunted Indians before."
"No I haven't." She thought.
Mike sighed in exasperation just before his eyes widened. The Preacher had taken out two of the largest Colt revolvers he'd ever seen. The Colt Walker was a 5lb nightmare of a pistol known as "the Horse Pistol." Either because it was so heavy most chose to mount it to the pommel of their saddle. Or because it could kill a horse in one shot.
The Preacher loaded them and then pulled out an odd double holster from his sack. There was a single thick strap of leather connecting the two holsters. The Preacher slipped the two large guns into their holsters and then mounted them in front of the pommel of his saddle so the handles faced away from him.
No one noticed Theo. As his eyes became large as saucers. While he fought to keep down a fear he hadn't felt since he was a kid. The Preacher finished tying and securing the holsters.
"Theo?"
He fought to keep himself still as he looked at the man.
"I got more rifles an ammo under the driver's seat up there. Some a those girls you got can shoot. Get em a rifle an ammo. An use em to help keep watch tonight."
"Yes, Ranger." He said before he left.
"How ya gonna make it back? Just you an one whore?" Mike asked.
The Preacher grabbed two cantines and loaded up some basic supplies in his saddlebags. When Cateh returned he handed her the bandelier. "Just sling it across your shoulder. Then grab Duncan's hat. You're gonna need it to keep the sun outta your eyes." She did as he said. The Preacher grabbed a bedroll and handed that and the saddlebags to Cateh. Then pointed to her horse. She left to get that loaded while he loaded up another set of saddlebags and a bedroll for himself. Mike began to realize the man was NOT going to answer that last question.
"You're gonna die out there."
"It'd certainly be bout time."
Mike sighed but had nothing to say as his friends mounted their horses.
"Now I told Darren, if I ain't back by mornin to head on to Deadwood. If that happens. You can have my wagon and goods."
"[Finally] - a bright side to this mess!"
"Always is. Now, be safe. Ya hear?" The Preacher commented. Then turned and headed after the Sioux.
Mike watched as his friends rode out of site. After a moment of thought, he headed back to his wagon. Theo was standing there just watching where the Preacher and Cateh had disappeared into the woods. Kind of jittery.
"You alright?" Mike asked.
"Yeah." Theo said a little too fast. "Got those guns divided amongst the girls like he asked."
"Uh huh. But are YOU alright?"
Theo shook his head like he didn't want to answer. But, he shrugged. "I remembered where I know that preacher from."
"Where?" Mike asked with concern.
"Ha!" Theo laughed. "You're worried you're not going to see him again. That's funny." He nodded to himself.
"Theo?" Mike warned.
He shrugged again. "When I was a kid in South Texas. I fell in with a bad group of hombres. I really thought I was something." He laughed. "Comancheros." He nodded. Mike's brows rose. "Yeah. We were tough. We took weapons, ammo, blankets,.." He looked at Mike. "Women... And we traded them to the Comanche. One time we took three carts of weapons and ammo to them. We traveled to Southern New Mexico. And we were {deep} in Southern New Mexico.
We're sitting there laughing and joking with the Comanche chief "Wahaatu Puuku." Next thing I know his head explodes in a red mist. People are screaming. Gunfire is coming from everywhere. And these pinche gringos just... appeared. I jumped up, more from fear than anything else. But before I could run. This gringo rides in, shoots the old man next to me, slides off his horse and kicks me in the chest so hard I fell backwards over the fire.
I look up to see him shoot a warrior coming at him with a lance. I struggled back up to run away. I got hit in the leg and went down. I clawed my way up and kept running. Till I went down from being shot in the arm. But I clawed my way out of there. And I hid." He looked at Mike. But instead of any judgment he just saw understanding. "...Once all the noise stopped and they were gone. A long time I waited. To be >sure< they were gone. I made my way back into camp.
Theo shook his head. "They killed everybody. Women. Men... Young [and] old. Livestock. What they didn't kill. They burned. And they left with the wagons and the guns.
"...Who?"
Theo shrugged and shook his head. "Texas Rangers."
"What were they doin in New Mexico?"
For the first time since Mike had known him, Theo looked at him like he was simple. "They were (Texas - Rangers)."
Mike didn't know what to make of that. Then he shook himself. "Alright. But what's that got to do with the Preacher?"
Theo looked as if he was afraid to answer. "...He's the man that kicked me in the chest."
Mike was silent as he slowly went back to looking to where his friends had departed.
"You still think you aren't going to see them again?" Theo asked.
Mike sighed. "...No. ...Now I'm worried he's gonna do somethin he won't be able to forgive himself for."
"Ain't no man ever killed a Texas Ranger an lived."
~The original motto of the Texas Rangers~
The Preacher stopped to fill their canteens from a stream.
"I've never hunted Indians."
"Ya ever played hide n seek with the other Indian kids in Florida?"
"No. Because I grew up on a Reservation in Missouri. Because the white man caught..."
"Can we save that shit for later?" He looked at her. She looked every bit the pissed off wife. "Did you play with the other Seminoles?" She gave a reluctant nod. "Then you HAVE." He nodded before going back to filling their canteens.
He handed her a canteen and strapped his down before remounting his horse. "If we come across them before they see us. You're to take all three rifles an get behind the biggest tree ya can find." She gave a nod. "Start at the back a the pack until the first gun's empty. Load. Aim. Shoot. You understand?"
"Yes." She almost hissed.
"When the first gun's empty. Drop it. Go to the second. Load. Aim. Shoot. Till it's empty. Drop it. Then the third. Third's the only one you reload. Someone comes up on ya while you're reloadin? Use the Peacemaker. Got it?"
"Yeah. What will you be doing?"
"Killin people."
"How do we know they aren't watching us right now?" She asked as she looked around.
He looked at her. "Why would they? I mean, what kinda deranged fool would leave a perfectly good wagon train to chase after a bunch a Sioux?"
After a moment he kicked his horse into a gallop as the trail was pretty obvious from this point. She fought the sinking feeling his last comment gave her as she kicked her horse to follow. A long time later she saw him dismount. The woods had gotten thicker. And night was coming. He looked intently at the ground for a few moments before walking back to her.
"We been followin a trail of about three or four horses. Looks like another six have joined em here."
She looked up and saw the trail did look a lot more defined here.
"We must be gettin close to their home. This looks like their main way in." She nodded in reply. "We're gonna move over about thirty yards to the right. Follow it from there. It's still light enough to see the trail from there. And if they come back this way. We don't want to be in front of em."
She nodded again.
The Preacher got back on his horse. Sat a moment. Then took off his hat. Leaned over. Grabbed the back of her neck and pulled her into a kiss.
"MMmff!"
Their eyes were open as his tongue fought with hers. It took her a second to relax and enjoy it. As much as she could given the circumstance. When he broke the kiss she took in a big breath.
"Focus on the job. Be ready." He said.
Then he put his hat back on and trotted off to the right.
"Focus on the job." He says. I'm not the one going around kissing people before a gunfight." She grumbled as she followed him.
It wasn't long before she saw him bent forward. Low against the back of his horse. She mimicked what he was doing. Trying to see what he was looking at. From the direction he was starring. She knew it was something on the trail. But she couldn't see it yet.
He looked at her as she rode a little closer. "Get your guns and find that tree." He whispered.
She watched as he pulled those two big pistols and slowly eased his horse forward. Cateh grabbed a rifle and held it in the crook of her left arm with the other one. She slid down the side of her horse and pulled out the third rifle. Walking low and slowly to the Preachers right. Trying to get a little closer so she could see them.
Right about the time she could make out a line of Sioux heading back up the trail,
Boom!
Boom!
She heard the two loud pistol shots. A horse screamed. And all hell broke loose. She dropped her rifles behind a tree and chambered a round. Aim...
Bam!
She didn't know if she got him and didn't have time to care. She chambered another round and took aim.
The Preacher was running his horse hard down the far side of the line of Sioux. He fired again and again into the line of warriors. He heard more than a few bullets whiz passed. But at his speed he was hard to hit. Unfortunately for them, he'd had a lot of practice with hitting what he aimed at while at a dead sprint. He shot the last warrior in the line. Then spun his horse to run back the other way.
What warriors were left had broken from the trail and were trying to maneuver on him.
Many of them were young. A stray thought that found no purchase with his conscience.
One came around the far side of a tree just to be blown off his horse by one of the Preachers pistols.
Cateh looked to her right in time to see a young warrior break through some brush to find her. She aimed and shot him in the guts. She chambered another round. Aimed and "click." She dropped the rifle. Pulled the Peacemaker and shot him twice in the chest until he fell from his horse. Cateh holstered the pistol and picked up the second rifle.
The Preacher had hit the front end of the line and spun his horse once more. But all he could see were two warriors riding towards where he thought Cateh was sitting. He sprinted his horse to them.
Bam!
He watched as one of the warriors was shot off his horse. The Preacher fired his pistol. "Click." He fired the second. "Click." He holstered the large guns and pulled his Army colts.
Cateh fired at the warrior charging her. She saw him flinch but the round only hit his arm. She chambered another round but the man was on her.
Bam. Bam.
Bam.
The Sioux warrior jerked as the three rounds ripped through him. He slumped over his horse as Cateh saw the Preacher bring his horse to a stop in front of her.
"You alright?!"
She nodded trying to catch her breath.
He gave a nod. Spun his horse and looked for more.
Cateh heard the Preacher's quiet "Hyah." Just before his horse took off for the Sioux village. She grabbed her three rifles and ran for her horse.
Sprinting his horse down the trail. He Thought the Village had to be close. He breached the tree line to find a clearing with 60 or so tipis. He could see a mob running for the trees at the far end of the camp.
He sprinted his horse after them. A group of about eight of the bloodthirsty Comanche sons o bitches sat between him and that mob. They made a stand just on the far end of the camp. He had nine shots left. He could kill everyone of these godless heathens. And use his last two guns on the mob. He heard a horse come running hard from his rear. He glanced back. Keeping the Comanche in his peripheral vision. It was Cateh.
She jerked her horse to a stop and it slid in the mud to halt not far from him. She threw her winchester out to the right. The rifle flipped around her hand until she used the lever to swing it back. Chambering the next round.
{You're not that man anymore.}
Her words rang in his ears. He looked back to the warriors in front of him. The two old men with lances. The mothers pointing rifles. The young girls with bows. The fear and resolve in their eyes.
He didn't know what he'd looked like to them. What face he'd made. How much of his dark thoughts they'd perceived. But he could see their relief when his posture relaxed. He took a breath.
He heard Cateh's sigh of relief as he decocked his pistols and put them away.
Their warriors had killed his friends.
He had killed their warriors.
He gave a nod to them and pulled his reins straight back. Forcing his horse to reverse away from them. To his right he caught the flash of blue. And when he looked he could see what must be two bluebellies staked out for drying.
He turned his horse and headed to them with Cateh on his heels.
"Keep an eye on those Sioux. Sometimes folks do stupid things." He said.
Cateh made sure to watch them but decocked her gun. Putting it back in the crook of her arm.
The Preacher rode up next to the two soldiers and smiled as they looked at him.
"And how are you doing today, Sergeant Jackson?" He asked as he climbed off his horse.
"I've had worse days." He replied in a raspy voice.
"I've had better." Wheezed the other.
The Preacher got off his horse while Tolliver commented, "Cummings, this is that Preacher I was tellin you about."
"Nice to meet ya." Cummings smiled.
Elijah cut them loose and gave them his canteen. "Can you ride?"
The Private answered. "Mister, point me'n a direction an I can run."
"Alright." He smiled. "We'll double you up on my horse and I'll piggy back with Cateh.
The Village had finished fleeing to the woods. So that was one less thing to worry over. He did however see a pile of Cavalry saddles. Thin made, bare minimum trash. BUT, better than nothing. He helped get the Private up on the horse first. He was big and had a wounded leg. It was best to get him mounted first. Tolliver was in better shape. He was able to pull himself up and sit behind his man.
"Head into the woods. Go right. And when you see a bunch of dead Indians? Wait there."
The Cavalrymen took off. The Preacher grabbed a couple of the lightweight saddles. And their blankets, before climbing up behind Cateh. She followed the buffalo soldiers the moment the Preacher gave her the nod.
"I'm glad we didn't kill those people." She said.
"...Me too." He whispered.
It wasn't far. The Preacher slid off Cateh's horse once they arrived at their ambush site. "Go find as many of those mustangs as you can." He told her. Then swatted her horse on the ass.
Once she was gone. He dropped the saddles. Then helped the soldiers dismount.
"You fellers look pretty rough." He commented. When they nodded he asked, "What happened?" As he helped the Private to sit.
"It's a long story, Reverend." Sergeant Jackson commented.
He laughed. "Well, he handed him the canteen from the horse. "I gotta get water into you. Clean your wounds. Find you horses and guns. So, I think we got time." He smiled.
Tolliver laughed and handed the canteen to Cummings without drinking yet. "Well, there was this woman, I mean family, that we used to check on." Tolliver went on to tell him their story. While the Preacher washed Tolliver's face until he could see out of his eye again. He cleaned and bandaged their wounds. While making sure they each had something to eat from his rations. Cateh came back with a herd of horses. Tolliver paused long enough to ask, "Damn girl. How many'd ya get?"
"Fourteen." She nodded.
"Ain't you one of Tennessee Mike's gals?" Cummings asked.
"I am." She nodded. "I'm Cateh."
"Yeah. The one that..." Then he looked at Elijah with realization. "Oh, you're THAT Preacher."
The Preacher helped Cateh down and handed her a saddle. Then looked at Cummings. "What do you mean, "THAT Preacher?" He asked as he grabbed the other Cavalry saddle and blanket.
Cummings looked at Tolliver with an unspoken apology. Tolliver shook his head and sighed. "After we spoke, I told em you looked pretty dangerous."
Elijah didn't know what to say at first. So he shrugged as he saddled one of the mustangs. "I don't guess I can get offended at that."
They laughed but Tolliver continued as the Preacher and Cateh finished saddling the animals. When he got to the part where they rushed into the camp? "An then I saw you." He smiled.
The Preacher laughed. "There's about twenty some odd dead warriors around here. I'm going to take Cateh with me. See if we can scrounge as many of their guns as we can get." Tolliver nodded in reply. "You two rest and we'll be back in a bit. We won't be far." He said as he mounted his horse.
They started with the four bodies near where Cateh had been shooting.
"Two of these boys can't be a day over 15." She said as they picked them over.
"Yeah." He nodded. "And I'm not happy about it. But if it was a choice between you or them? I'd prefer to have you."
She smiled.
They dropped that load off with Tolliver and Cummings before moving in the other direction where the rest of the Sioux were killed. Once they finished that long task. Overburdened and tired. They returned to the Cavalrymen. After sharing some water and some food,
"So what's next?" Sergeant Jackson asked.
"Head back to the wagon train. Continue on to Deadwood. The train's just a little over an hour's ride from here."
Jackson sighed. "What'd ya want for those two horses?"
Elijah shook his head. "I'm not a greedy man. You can have em... I take it you want to go after, Grover?"
"Yeah. If he and the Walkers made it. They'll be in town. Or at least have passed through."
"And if not?"
Jackson shook his head. "Rather not think about it."
The Preacher nodded once more. "I know you're horsemen. But remember these mounts have had a long day. Lot of fightin. That town is almost two days from here. You can push it and make it by tomorrow but you have GOT to keep an eyes on these horses. They're going to need some breaks."
"Yes, Papa." Cummins answered with mock sincerity.
Elijah heard Cateh laugh. "You got a holster on those Cavalry saddles for the Sharps rifles. Most of these Sioux kept the holsters for the pistols. With you two each having an arm wound. I'd suggest you take a rifle and two pistols each. Just in case."
"I appreciate it Preacher. Thank ya." Tolliver said.
Cateh and Elijak took a few of the Sioux warriors' bags. They didn't have extra saddle bags so they used these for storing what food and ammo Jackson and Cummings could carry. Along with the guns they gave them a tomahawk and a knife each. The Preacher gave them the two bedrolls and the canteens.
"We're only an hour from the train. And you need them more than we do."
Once everything was ready. They helped Cummings up on his horse. While Tolliver mounted his.
Elijah, Cateh and the herd. Watched them leave before heading back to their friends. It was a quiet ride back. The Preacher insisted. He didn't explain. It was night by the time they got home. The Preacher had them move through the woods. Out of rifle range. When they got to where they were facing the front of the train. Elijah lit a small fire before using it to make a torch.
He mounted up and rode his horse to a nearby patch of high ground before waving it at the train. He kept doing that until he saw someone wave a lantern back at him. Then he slowly walked his horse toward the train with Cateh a safe distance behind him.
"Preacher?!"
"...Darren?!"
"Yeah! Come on!" Darren yelled as one of the wagons was being rolled out of the way.
"Cateh's bringing a string of 12 horses right behind me."
"You had luck then?" He heard Brekenried ask.
"Go ahead an take em back to my wagon. I'll be there as soon as I'm done here." He told Cateh.
She nodded and headed passed.
He looked back to the banker. "Yeah we ran into another group of em as we got close to their village. 22 maybe 23 warriors. Most of em too damned young to be there..."
"You alright?" Darren asked.
"Yeah. I was so angry. I was tempted to kill the whole village."
"Probably would've been for the best." Brekenried grumbled.
"Well... I don't do that anymore."
"Oh. My apologies Preacher. I spoke out of turn."
"It's alright. It's been a long day for all of us. Speaking of. How bad is it here?"
"We lost ten people. Uhh, I'm not sure how to tell you this..."
The Preacher nodded. "I heard the girls wailing over Girtie before I Ieft. Is that..?"
"Yeah. Yeah, I knew you two were close. I didn't know how..."
"It's alright. Is there more?"
"We got another two were gut shot. They may make it to Deadwood but they ain't gonna make it." The Preacher nodded in reply. "Folks are assumin you'll do a service for the buried in the mornin?"
"Yeah. Yes. Uh, did we get all of em buried?"
"Yes, sir. And we got another 15 wounded. But I think they'll be alright."
"We got any idea how far we are from Deadwood?"
"Another three days acording to the maps. Though I wouldn't expect too much when we get there. It's still a new town. Not like they'll have a hospital or nothin."
"Still. It'll be nice to be done with this part."
"Amen." Brekenried commented.
Darren and Elijah laughed.
"Well? I'm sorry, gentlemen." The Banker commented. "I had it in my head this was going to be a civilized trip." He shrugged. "It never occurred to me... Well... you know what I mean."
The Preacher nodded. "Yeah, it's a hard thing to imagine if you ain't never seen it before. I knew it would be bad. Eventually."
"Honestly?" Brekenried asked.
"Oh yeah." Elijah nodded again. "We made a treaty with these people. This land was theirs. Then some gringo sneaks out here an discovers Gold? Hell, the Sioux don't care how much we pretend it don't matter. We signed a treaty. In their eyes, we're gonna honor it. Like it or not."
"But now we got three families who lost parents in that fight." Darren commented. When he saw the Preacher acknowledge that news, he continued. "The Pembertens lost their mom and dad. That's three kids under the age of ten. The Dollermans lost their dad. And the Gamboa's lost mom, dad and eldest sister. That's two orphans. The girl's 12 and the boy's 6."
"Who's watchin em now?"
"Tennessee's got some of his girls babysittin."
"Alright." The Preacher nodded. "I'll take charge a em in the mornin."
"That's a lot of kids, Preacher. You sure?" Brekenried asked.
"Well, if I didn't want responsibility. I shouldn't a become a damned Preacher." The others laughed. "Besides, with my four men and Mrs. Dollerman we should be able to make do."
"How DID the fight go?" Darren asked after a moment of silence.
Elijah hesitated a moment then told them the story. And when he was done. He wished them a good night before excusing himself for bed. He walked his horse, on foot, back to his wagon. He tied up the horse. Made sure to check in with his men and Mrs. Dollerman. As well as the girls Mike had sitting with the children. Then, exhausted, he flopped down the big thick mattress his wife had insisted he make. Took off his guns. His jacket and shirt and boots. And laid down.
A minute later. "Preacher?" He heard Cateh whisper.
"Yes?" He asked as he admired her in the moonlight.
"I brought Duncan's hat back." She held the hat out to him.
He nodded. Leaned forward. Grabbed her and pulled her onto the mattress with him. She squeaked in surprise.
He rolled her under him and pulled her mouth to his with his left hand. Her lips quickly opened for him but the frightened look in her eyes remained.
"Preacher?" She got out between kisses.
His right hand slid down her leg to drag her skirt up to her hips.
"MMM!" She hummed in concern as his bare hand gripped her ass. When she felt his hand run against the smoothe skin of her inner thigh? "Ah!" She breathed out as she managed to push him back some. "Preacher?"
He leaned up. Unbuckled his pants and undid the fly before pulling his cock out.
"OH." She whispered as she felt his shaft rub up and down her slit. "Are you sure, Preacher?"
"Hush."
Then he kissed her again. She moaned into his mouth as she felt his large dick slowly spread her open. He couldn't remember how many times he'd fucked his wife on this mattress. But he knew he'd only made love to her twice. He always thought he had more time. He didn't want to make the same mistake with Cateh.
He slowly slid in and out of her at a painfully slow pace. She watched as he unbuttoned her jacket. Then kissed her. Unbuttoned the MANY buttons on her blouse. Then kissed her again. Finally unbuttoning the several buttons of her camise. He slid it to the left and sucked her left nipple into his mouth.
"Aw!"
He watched her as he licked, bit and suckled her nipple. All to the steady beat of his cock sliding in and out. He squeezed her breast as he moved his mouth back to hers. The whimper she gave him made him even harder.
Her hips had been moving with him but now her pace increased as the kiss deepened. She felt him grip her left thigh and hold it away from him as a means to force her to slow down. She growled as he shook his head at her with a grin.
"We're in no hurry."
She bit her lip in reply but squinted a frown at him.
He kissed her again. She felt his hand move around from her thigh to grip and squeeze her left buttox. Pulling her tight against him. He pushed in hard until she gasped into his mouth. Letting up for a moment only to do it again.
Then slowly returning to that easy grind he loved doing to her. She watched as he spread her camise to the side to reveal her right breast. She whimpered again as his mouth was almost on it. He stopped and gave her a look. Now she whimpered in frustration for him NOT doing it. He laughed and sucked her nipple into his mouth.
"Ahhhh." She felt the first small orgasm shake through her as her eyes screwed up in surprise.
He raised both hands to hold her head while he kissed her. Gently increasing his thrusts into Cateh. When she tried to push it even faster he broke the kiss.
"Easy now." He whispered. "We've got all night."
"But..."
He shook his head at her.
"Grrrrrrr."
She began to run her hands up his back. Even in the moonlight she could see him fighting the urges her touch caused him. She smiled as she kissed him. While she gripped his shoulders just so he could feel her. His thrust became stronger. He frowned as a chuckle escaped her.
"You think you control me Preacher?" She smiled an evil smile.
He gave her one back. "You will obey, woman." As he ground hard into her.
She gasped. But now it held a tone of rebellion.
She wanted to play. But, even in this state of arousal, she remembered there were decent people sleeping nearby. Or at least, making a damned good effort of faking it.
So she whispered, in his ear. "Fuck - me."
She felt him swell inside her. She felt him add a deep hard, mind altering grind at the end of his thrusts. And she felt the tension in his body as he fought it. He tried to control himself with a roll of his neck. "No."
She laughed quietly. Until he wrapped his arms around her and sat up. Now she was slowly being dropped and pulled. Up and down on his cock. And there was nothing she could do but gasp at his cheating. He gave her a petty little victorious smile.
She wrapped her arms around him and pulled him into a deep kiss. Then began to pump her hips faster. She smiled when he growled at her. He ground into her with each thrust. But she knew he wUUHHHHhaaafuuuu... The shakes lasted a bit longer on that one. She was trying to catch her breath with her face tucked into his neck.
OK. OK, he got that one. But as soon as she recovered. She'd show him. He was kissing her again. His hands did feel good gripping her head like that. Thumbs rubbing her cheeks. Wait. "DAMN IT!" She thought. She was back on the mattress. And he was back to slowly sliding in and out. She whimpered in frustration.
"Just enjoy it." He told her between kisses.
"Fine." She thought.
He continued his steady assault. She continued to have periodic little shudders of elation. Something that didn't happen often in her business. She realized her kisses were intensifying about the time she realized those little "shudders" were coming more often. And more often. And, now he was picking up speed. She would've smiled but she was busy holding on to him.
She buried her face in his neck. Gritting out a big "I think we moved the wagon" orgasm. They held each other tight as he pummeled her with his hips. Not to be outdone, she thrust back at him. Putting everything she had into it. After her second, "I wanna have your babies" cum, she felt the Preacher drive hard into her before she felt his warmth spread through her body.
When all of the thrusting was done. They sagged together. His kisses drew her back from the edge of sleep.
Sergeant Tolliver Jackson couldn't have been more upset. They had pushed hard through the night and the morning. They'd rested the horses twice. Once for a bad two hour sleep. And the second for a horrible four hour sleep. When they recognized the territory. He and Cummings had decided to swing by the Walker place. It was burned. All of it. He and his friend sat on their old hill. Looking down upon the very picture of despair.
"Come on." Cummings said. "Let's go see what we can find of Silak."
Tolliver fell in behind him as they rode down to the ruins of the shack.
"Sioux don't waste no more'n the Cheyenne." Cummings commented.
Tolliver rode up next to him before stopping to look at the carcass of a horse. "Yeah. Skinned, gutted, even some of the sturdy bones are gone." He looked around the area. "I don't see Silak."
"Where was he last?"
"This was his horse." Tolliver rode a little ways up the trail and found a large blood stain in the dirt and sand. "He was right here. I think."
"You don't...?" Tolliver looked at him. Unsure what he was about to say. "You don't think they ate him?"
Tolliver laughed. Loud.
"Well, First Sergeant Coleman said Apache'd eat fat white children. If they could get em."
Tolliver laughed some more. "That's some dumb shit they say to scare folks." He kept laughing. "Not like the Apache need it. You ever fight em?"
"Naw." He shook his head. "I met a few. But the fightin had stopped by the time I joined you boys." Tolliver nodded. "They always looked at me like they felt sorry for me."
"With your looks, I ain't surprised." Tolliver smiled.
Cummings gave him an unappreciative nod before pointing at the blood stain. "Drag marks."
Tolliver looked down. "Yeah. Coyote maybe. Got hungry. He woulda been an easy meal."
"God damn it."
"Yeah." Tolliver stated and followed the trail around the back of the ruins of the barn.
Cumings knew he'd found something when he heard Tolliver release a heavy sad sigh.
He brought his horse up next to his Sergeant and looked down at the naked and mangled corpse of his friend. "Coyotes?"
Tolliver nodded. "We ain't in any condition to dig a grave. Let's get these horses watered an I'll build a drag for Silak."
They rode to the stream. Where Tolliver helped Cummings dismount. They found a spot for Cummings to rest his leg. While Tolliver took one of their tomahawks to trim some branches for the drag.
An hour later they walked their horses back to the remains of the barn. Cummings struggled but took off his shirt. They had at least that much to wrap around Silak's crotch. Making his remains somewhat decent. They Loaded Silak onto the drag. Then rode toward town.
The Preacher rubbed his head. Leaning back while squatting against a wagon. The funerals had been one of the longest, most painful of his life. He'd known every single one of them. He'd spent months with them.
Just a bad day.
Started out nice though. Waking up with Cateh snuggled up to him. Kissing her forehead while she slept. Seeing Tennessee Mike sitting a couple of feet away. With a look of concern etched over his face. A face that had been crying not too long ago.
"You gonna be alright?" Elijah asked.
Mike sighed. "Eventually... What about you?" He motioned at Cateh with his head.
"Yeeeeah." He sighed back. "How much is her contract?"
Mike's eyes got big. "You sure about this?"
The Preacher nodded. "Don't drink the milk if you ain't gonna buy the cow."
Mike smiled. "That ain't how that sayin goes." The Preacher smiled and nodded back at him. "...She only cost me... Well, I prolly just give her to ya."
The Preacher nodded again. "I got six horses I can trade you for her." Mikes brows shot up. "I'd give you ten but..." He looked to the three wagons to his right. Where the children slept. "I seem to be Father to a horde of kids now."
"Six is still a lot."
"Not to me." The Preacher commented.
Mike laughed. He asked how the fight went and sat quietly while the Preacher retold the story. "You OK?" He asked again when the Preacher had finished.
Elijah shrugged. "Good as can be expected."
The Preacher put his pants back together under the blankets. Then got up and finished getting dressed. He and Mike got a cup of coffee. Then walked through the Sioux horses. Until Mike had the six he wanted. The Preacher now had four wagons to deal with. He assigned the four men with him to a wagon apiece.
"Why aren't you driving anymore?" Arnulfo asked. He had been assigned the Preacher's wagon.
"If there's anymore Sioux trouble. I want me and Cateh already on horseback. We'll be riding "scout" on your sides until we get to Deadwood."
Arnulfo nodded.
The Preacher watched from a distance as Cateh stretched. Fixed her clothes and then got up. She gave a shy wave of the hand to him as she walked to Mike's wagon. The Preacher followed.
"Bought me?!" He heard her say as he walked up.
"Yeah. He gave me six horses. I told em two was too many but he wouldn't listen."
She made a face at Mike as his smile kept getting bigger. Then she turned to face the Preacher. With a shake of the head she asked, "What do you want for your money?" He couldn't help but notice her nervous swallow that followed that question.
He took the wedding band off of his left pinkie finger.
"Oh - shit." She whispered.
He took her left hand and put the band on her ring finger. She stared at it. Then him. Then it again.
While her mouth was hanging open. He said, "There are a few things that have to wait." She nodded at him. "I can't get you your own ring yet." She nodded with her mouth agape. "We'll have to jump the broom until another Preacher comes along."
"Sure. Yeah." She nodded.
"Annnd..." He shook his head in thought. "I love you."
"Huh?"
He pulled her close and kissed her. For a while. She could hear Mike and the girls gasping and whispering excitedly. But she didn't care.
They let each other go when they heard Darren announce, "Preacher? It's time."
She could almost see Elijah hang his head as he nodded. "Yup. thank you, Brother."
He needed to sit down once the funerals were over. Now he squatted looking at a long line of graves. Knowing Darren was right and two more would be joining them in a few days.
"Whiskey?"
Elijah looked up to find Theo holding a small bottle out to him. "Absolutely. Thank you, Brother."
The Preacher stood and took two swigs from the bottle. Before handing it back. "Thank you."
Theo took a drink. "You looked like you could use it."
The Preacher nodded. "You doing alright?"
"Yeah." Theo shrugged.
"Did you know all these folks?"
"Not as many as I would've liked. My job's to stand back and look intimidating. So I don't mingle as much as everybody else. But Girtie?" He nodded. "I really liked her. She was a nice lady."
"Yes, she was."
Tolliver saw the Sheriff walking towards them once they entered the town proper. He pulled up on his reins and tipped his hat. "Afternoon, Sheriff."
The man nodded. "You boys look like hell. Sioux trouble?"
"Yes sir. We got caught by a few a em. Preacherman gunman broke us out."
The Sheriff nodded again. "You friends of Grover?"
The Sergeants' smile and raised brows told the man the answer to that. "Did they make it?"
The Sheriff nodded again and smiled. "Yeah. He got Mrs. Walker and her boys here. He got hurt. But Doc says he's gonna be fine." He could see the relief wash over them. "So you'd be Sergeant Jackson and Silak?
"He is but I'm Cummings." He looked to the drag behind Jackson's horse. "Silak didn't make it."
"Oh. I'm sorry to hear that. But they thought you were dead when you fell off the wagon."
"Apparently I'm harder to kill than that." He smiled while the Sheriff laughed. "Where're they at?" Cummings asked.
"In the barn. But let me get you a shirt. You can't go seein a white woman like that."
They shrugged and nodded as the Sheriff went back to his office. When he returned he helped Cummings get dressed. With Cummings wounded leg, the Sheriff had him stay on the horse to put his new shirt on. The Sheriff helped with Tolliver to make up for the wounded arm Cummings had to use to get dressed. "I sure am grateful for you boys saving those folks like that. I'm just sorry you got so beat up doin it."
"Thank you, Sheriff. But we were just doin what they pay us to do." Tolliver answered.
Once Cummings looked presentable, the Sheriff commented. "Now, I don't want to cause you any problems but..." Tolliver raised his left eyebrow and waited. "I've heard a few folks talkin bout how it ain't proper for a white woman to be stayin in a barn with a colored." He shrugged almost ashamedly.
Tolliver shrugged back. "Well, we won't be stayin long. We need some time to rest our horses and get our friend buried. Once that's done we can get Mrs. Walker back with the rest of her family."
"Oh! Good! Good." He nodded. "You boys head on over and I'll go talk to Mr. Grueger. He handles the burials." He was about to walk away but stopped. "You know about Mr. Walker?"
Tolliver shook his head. "He was in a bad way when we found him. I'm assuming he didn't make it?"
The Sheriff nodded. "Yeah. I'm sorry. Just didn't know if you knew." With that the Sheriff nodded one more time and turned to go see the Mortician.
They rode to the town barn. It was a sizable construction with a livestock yard in the back. They could see Mrs. Walker's wagon parked to the side of the building. Tolliver helped Cummings down once they got there.
"Leg still botherin you?"
"Yeah it's throbbin. Arm an head ain't actin too sweet, neither. You?"
"Pretty much all a me's tired." The Sergeant laughed.
The main doors were open so they walked in. They could hear their friends chatting at the rear of the building. Grover looked up when he heard them approaching.
"Tolliver!? Barnabus!?!" He yelled and ran to his friends.
They whenced from the impact of his hug. Almost as much as the three that followed from Caroline, David and Benjamin. Eventually their friends calmed down enough for them to tell what happened to them.
"We buried Pa yesterday." David commented.
"I'm sorry, son. He was a good man. I wish he'd a made it." Tolliver commented.
"How're things here?" Cummings asked once he found a spot to sit and rest his leg.
"Not bad at first." Caroline answered. "Been getting a few odd looks today though."
Tolliver asked the boys to go bring in the horses and Silak. Once they were out of ear shot, "You two been doin anythin? Makin any loud noises?"
Caroline swatted him. "Of course not... Not since we got to town anyway."
The men laughed.
"Stop it." She hissed.
"Sheriff said folks were talkin how it's improper for you to be in here with a Black man. Could be they just ain't got nothin important to think about." He got nods from all of them. The children had returned. "Boys, go on and take em on out back. Grover? Can you get Silak's drag off that horse?" Grover nodded. "Once he's got that off, Benjamin? If you and your brother could get the saddles and tack off those horses? Feed an water em for me, please? I'd appreciate it."
"Yes sir, Sarge." Benjamin replied.
He looked at Caroline. "Alright. So, what's your plan?"
She sighed. "I hoped to wait untill the Indian trouble died down. Then go and see what shape the homestead's in." She saw Tolliver and Cummings shaking their heads. "Not good?"
"No ma'am. They burned everythin they couldn't carry. An took everythin they could." Tolliver answered.
"What about my Grandmamma's chest?"
"Which chest was..?" He asked.
"The one at the foot of the bed."
He shook his head again. "That whole part of the house was ash."
"Shit."
"...You got any family you can go to?"
She shook her head. "St. Louis?.. But I don't have the money to get back there."
"Did you an the boys wanna come with us?" Cummings asked.
She shook her head again as her eyes got big. "It wasn't my plan to live at an Army fort. But what choice do I have?"
"Oh, we ain't goin back to the Army." Cummings stated.
"We're not?" Grover asked when he sat back down.
"Well, [we're] not." Tolliver said as he pointed back and forth between him and Cummings. "Cummings wants to go to Paris."
"France!?" Caroline blurted.
"Yes ma'am. Here tell folks over there don't care what color you are. Had enough of this, "It ain't proper" shit." Cummings answered.
Caroline chewed her lip for a moment. Glancing at her two boys working out back. "I have heard that." She said.
"Do you wanna go?" Cummings asked.
"What about my boys?"
He shrugged. "Seems like France'd be a damn site safer for em than Sioux country."
She shook her head. "I can't even afford to get home to Missouri. How am I going to pay for passage to Europe?"
"Well, we'll wor..."
Tolliver cut him off. "There's folks owe me money tween here and Galveston."
"Why Galveston? Galveston Texas. Right?" She asked.
"Yeah. We can get a boat to France from there. Or a boat to Cuba. And then a boat to France or Spain. If it's Spain we can ride to France."
She chewed her lip some more while staring at Tolliver.
"You in?" He asked Grover while she thought.
"You ain't leavin me in this mess. I'm goin where you're goin." He smiled.
Tolliver laughed and nodded. "Caroline?"
"I... I..." She shook her head some more. "I need time to think."
"Sure. We ain't goin right now. Take your time." He said.
"I just..."
Tolliver took her hands in his. "It's alright. You can stay or go. Or just go far enough to get away from here. You just let us know when you're ready."
She nodded. "Well, I ain't stayin here. I can tell you that."
The boys finished their work and settled in to talk about everything that had happened the last few days. Soon Mr. Grueger came by. He and his men took Silak's body saying the burial would be tomorrow. Grover and Tolliver went to get dinner for everyone from the small tavern in town. The Sergeant noticed several stares from people. But hoped it wouldn't lead to anything.
Tolliver and Grover sat outside the barn. Drinking coffee. Talking. People watching. It almost seemed as if the night might pass peacefully. But as evening came. Outside the saloon. There was one man. Not screaming as of yet. But certainly warming to it. Talking about how it ain't decent. And what would people think. And he was gathering quite a crowd. And just when Tolliver was about to loosen the flaps on his army holsters.
The Sheriff stepped out of his office with a look of disappointment for the crowd. He kind of gave a slight deflating shrug. Before walking over to the crowd.
"Now, Lester? I can't have ya stirrin up trouble like this."
"You defendin them!?" Lester yelled at the Sheriff.
"Lester? That woman's been through enough. She don't need you..."
"I don't care what she's been through!"
In one motion the Sheriff drew his pistol. Clocked Lester in the temple. And poor ole Lester fell to the ground unconscious.
"What d'ya think..!?" Another man started.
But he shut up when the Sheriff's cocked pistol was in his face.
"Huh." Grover commented as he watched.
"...Everyone understand." The Sheriff said in a very kind voice. "That woman's lost her husband. Almost lost her life and the lives of her boys. And it was only through some hard fightin on the part a them Neegra soldiers that she's alive. Now she's had a bad week. An {all} of you..." He looked at the man whose face he was pointing his gun at. "are gonna leave her be!"
The crowd nodded silently. Including the man with the big scared eyes.
"Very good." He smiled as he pulled his gun out of the man's face and decocked it. "Be on your way now."
They dispersed but the man who had had the Sheriff's gun in his face started to bend down to collect poor Lester.
"Leave him be." The Sheriff stated. The man looked at him confused. "Like all fools. He deserves to wake up in the dirt."
The man nodded. "Yes Sheriff." Then walked away.
When all was peaceful again. The Sheriff gave a sigh of contentment. Holstered his pistol and walked over to Tolliver and Grover.
"Thank you Sheriff. That was very kind of you." Tolliver commented.
"Oh, I was hopin I wouldn't have to do anything. But..." He looked back to the saloon to confirm the mob was broken up. "Is Mrs. Walker doin alright?"
"Yes sir. She was concerned bout what folks might do. But this came up an ya dealt with it so fast. I'd be surprised she even knew it happened." Tolliver answered.
"Good. Good." He nodded. "I meant what I told em. That poor woman and those kids..." He shook his head. "They've had enough headache for a lifetime already." When Tolliver and Grover nodded he drug a chair from the front of the house next to the barn. After sitting down he asked, "Any more a that coffee?"
Grover got him a cup. Once he took a sip he said, "Not to belittle what you boys been through. I know I sound like I only care about Mrs. Walker. I don't mean for it to sound that way."
Tolliver smiled. "It's alright, Sheriff. We didn't take no offense."
They made small talk until the Sheriff finished his coffee. "Well, you boys seem to have everythin in hand. I'm goin on home. I do hope you all have a peaceful night."
"Yes sir. You too."
"You have a good night, Sheriff." Grover said.
Tolliver set up a guard shift through the night. With him, Grover and Cummings. "He didn't wanna depend on these fools keepin themselves civil." He said. The night passed peacefully. In the morning they mounted six poles on the corners of the wagon. And tied a couple of old blankets to the top of them. That way they had shade for the passengers and the driver.
They purchased some cheap mattresses to lie in the back of the wagon. So they had something to sit on. And folded some old blankets they bought at the General store for cushioning the Driver's seat. They loaded up what little they had. Purchased some extra clothes for the men, Caroline and her two boys. Tied the two mustangs to the back. And attended Silak's funeral. It was a sad affair but soon they were on the road to Camp Robinson Nebraska.
Cateh walked up next to the PreachHUSBAND. Her husband. She had to keep reminding herself. He took her hand as he looked down on the town of Deadwood Gulch. Though calling it a "town" was a bit of a stretch. A collection of shacks, tents and hovels really didn't seem too much like a town.
She drew in a deep cleansing breath and said, "Ahhhh, what a shithole."
He nodded. "A fertile field for a man in the business of spiritual growth."
"That's really what you're thinkin right now."
He shook his head and laughed. "No... What I'm thinking isn't fit for a lady."
She smirked as he kissed her.
She held him close as she watched Brekenried and his men, along with many others, travel down the hill to the town.
"So, what do we do now?" She asked.
He looked back at the four wagons filled with his people. Then back at the town. "We need a spot for a house big enough for all of us. And room for a church. Somewhere near the graveyard if they have one. Or with a spot that would be good for a graveyard. You see anything?"
"Ha!" She blurted as she looked at the cesspit.
"We also need room for crops."
"You got seeds?"
"I do."
"So, we're not mining?"
"You have any idea how many people I'd have to kill if we ACTUALLY found gold?"
She looked at the town again and shook her head once more. "I don't think anyone'd miss em."
Mrs. Dollerman's laugh gave her away. They turned to find her, Mike, the children and the rest of his friends standing there. Eavesdropping on the conversation.
"How far's the whorehouse gotta be from the church?" Mike asked.
"Opposite side of town." Elijah answered. Mike frowned. "Nothin personal. Just tradition."
"Yup." Mike nodded. "You always were a traditionalist."
After a good bit of talking they decided to setup camp in the hills overlooking the town from the East.
"You honestly think people won't mind a cathouse right across the street from their church?" Mike asked as they rode down.
"If they do. Then they probably need a different church." The Preacher smiled.
"Negro troops were shirkers in their duties and would only go
so far as they were led by white officers."
~Theodore Roosevelt~ AFTER returning from Cuba.
Sergeant Tolliver Jackson stood on the dock. Watching their three new steamer trunks being lifted up and over to the sailing ship. They had booked passage from Galveston Texas to Havana Cuba. Where they would find passage to Europe.
He and Grover shared a steamer trunk. Cummings and the boys shared another. And he had splurged on Caroline. Filling a steamer to the brim with the best Galveston had to offer. She was resplendent in the royal blue dress and womens jacket. With a broad brimmed hat and veil to match. Grover was... he shook his head. Grover's red suit and canary yellow vest was eye catching. Thankfully the Cavalry hat and brown boots and holster seemed to calm it down. Some anyway. "If the boy goes overboard? We ain't gonna have any trouble findin him." Cummings had joked.
As it was, it made it easy to spot him and the boys. Grover seemed to be their favorite. Currently they were excited. Tugging his arm to get his attention as they pointed out all of the features about the ship that {clearly} Grover couldn't see without their direction.
He heard laughter from Cummings. Who was obviously enjoying the scene with the boys and shared that with Caroline. She seemed to stay close to him. Most of the time. The large man did strike an impressive image. Black cowboy hat and boots. Navy suit with black vest. Some filigree of gold embroidered on the collar and pockets of the vest being the only garish feature for Cummings. Two Army colts in a new shoulder rig meant no one knew how dangerous he could be.
And then Sergeant Toll... No. He was a civilian now. He would need to remember that. Especially since it wasn't legal. None of them had completed their commitments. And none of them cared. But as he looked down at his dark gray suit with royal blue vest. Brown boots and Hat. he rather liked the ensemble. The custom holster was nice too. He'd been inspired by Reverend Elijah. Thin leather holster sitting sideways across the base of his back. Held two Army Colts close together. But facing in opposite directions. So he could draw both guns before anyone knew he was armed.
As he looked at himself and his... family? He thought,
"Why do white folks gotta make bank robbery so damned complicated?"
They ride into town, looking suspicious. Go to the bank. Start screaming and yelling. Sometimes firing their guns. Sometimes hurting people that don't need to be hurt. Grab the money and ride out of town in a hail of bullets. And then there [may] or {may not} be a posse. Followed by >more< shooting.
He shook his head. When all you had to do was take off your boots. Because they make too much noise. Wrap your feet in thick cloth. Go to the Doctor's office around three in the morning. Be sure to take a hooded lamp and a couple of metal picks for the door lock. Cut eye holes in a brown pillow case. Throw that over your head. So no one knows your Black. VERY important. Wear gloves. Get into the Doctor's office with the picks. Close the blinds if they ain't. Open the lamp. Find an empty bottle. Fill it with chloroform. Grab some rags. Cover the lamp. Lock the door behind you. And scout the bank tomorrow.
Find the Bank Managers home. At 3am the next morning. Chloroform him. Bind, gag and blindfold him. Throw him over your shoulder and go to the bank. Chloroform the outside guard. Bind, gag and blindfold him. Pick the side door on the bank. Chloroform the inside guard who was sleeping. Because this job is "boring." Bind, gag and blindfold him. Drag the manager in. Put him in a chair next to the safe. Close the blinds if they ain't. Take off the blindfold. Release one of his hands.
And place a knife next to his nuts!
Low - and - behold! Here's your money!
Three towns, two banks and one General store. NOT in Galveston. And the only people troubled by the events were the uptight Bank Managers who wouldn't have worked with him anyway. Because he's Black OR Mrs. Walker. Because she's a woman.
Got baths, shaves and haircuts on the edge of Galveston. Bought new clothes. Then moved to the nice hotel before seeking passage. And life is finally looking good.
Tolliver saw the Second Mate step off the boat to speak with Mrs. Walker. She and Cummings nodded smiles to the man. Before he yelled, "Grover! Time to load up! Get the boys on board! Tolliver? You ready?"
Grover was in charge of David and Benjamin. Cummings had Mrs. Walker. And Tolliver got to be the bag man. He nodded to his friend. Picked up the four new leather travel cases. And waited for all of his friends to get passed the Gangplank.
Just before getting on board. He took one last look at the U.S.A. Before praying,
"God bless you, Preacher."
The end. |
19,438 | The Wraggle Taggle Gypsies | clarabella | NonConsent/Reluctance | 2006-07-14 | 2006-09-21 | 2022-01-01 14:47:47 | 5 | literotica.com | https://www.literotica.com/s/the-wraggle-taggle-gypsies | 1. Isabelle wrestles with her desire. 2. Isabelle can resist temptation no longer. 3. Isabella is free, and her husband tries a replacement. 4. Isabelle joins the gypsies, and faces an unusual initiation. 5. Isabelle pays a penance for her escape. | ['Gypsies', 'Reluctance', 'Voyeur'] | 4.45 | Isabelle sat close to the open window, trying to coax a little breeze into the sour air of her bedchamber. She could smell her husband everywhere and she wrinkled her nose in disgust at the thought of him, coming into her beautiful room and polluting it.
This was her sanctuary – the only place that had been hers since the day she was born, and she hated the nights when he would visit her here. He would come late in the night, when she was fast asleep, and loom over her – always the worse for drink. He would climb onto the bed, lay his heavy body above her and wrestle ineffectually with her clothes. She would feel the sharp stab of his member and he would be inside her – pushing himself against her with his foul breath against her neck.
The only mercy was his brevity – as he was finished in moments, leaving his 'fetch' to leak from her even as he dressed and went on his way.
Today – as with every day that followed his visits – she would be left sore and unfulfilled, wishing him away to leave her in peace. She had heard her ladies' maids speaking about this moment between man and woman – and to hear them was a wonder – something so far removed from what her husband brought to her as to render it unrecognisable. Sometimes she would sit, as she did this morning, and wonder about their version of it – wonder who were these men and women who took pleasure in one another's bodies and who would moan and writhe as their bodies came together.
Today as she sat in the window seat she lifted her nightgown high above her waist and imagined a man being able to ignite something inside her, something that could make her want him to come into her – to make her slippery and make her moan. She took her finger and drew it lightly across the soft hair that covered her, moving her legs slightly so that she could see the pink nub of her sex, peeking shyly out from the dense thatch of hair.
She allowed her index finger to trace the line of her inner lips, searching for the feeling that other women spoke of. She was aware of something awakening – like a hibernating animal coming slowly to wakefulness – but it was distant feeling, and nothing like the great passions she had heard described.
Outside, in the distance, she heard a sound and jumped guiltily, rearranging her gown to cover herself and blushing even though no one could see. Below the window, in the courtyard she could hear voices and she looked out to see a small band of people gathering in front of the great house. She could not hear their words, but their voices were light and easy, brought to her on the fresh scented breeze.
Amongst them there was a stooped old man, his hair almost white, wearing a coat too heavy for the weather, a young boy of about nine years, who was wearing a hat with a huge feather in it, two woman, both barefoot with black hair and the same full hips and breasts – she wondered if they might be sisters. The odd little group parted and behind the ladies there was a man of maybe thirty years, with a shock of curls that lay against his shoulders and a broad, Slavic face.
The whole group were immersed in their conversation, and from her vantage point Isabelle watched unnoticed as they stood squinting in the midday sun. Suddenly the man produced a fiddle, and the old one a small skin drum and they began to strike up a tune. The women sang and the boy clapped and the courtyard was filled with song.
Isabelle stopped breathing, fearing that the sound of her own breath would render her unable to hear to beautiful sounds drifting to her room. The words were unfamiliar; some were not in English, but the song reached into her bosom and gripped her heart. She wanted both to weep and to laugh and she felt the suffocating heat of the stifling room and wanted to rush out into the courtyard to join them.
She gazed down to the ragged group, in their gaudy colours, and was struck by their ease and their free ways. She longed to stand outside in the sunshine, in a loose dress, with her feet bare. She longed to laugh and shout and sing till her lungs ached – for here she was contained, held captive by a life of expectation and duty. A wife to a man with only the basest interest in her, lady to a horde of servants whose lives revolved around keeping her restrained – nobody treasured her for her own interests or desires – she wasn't even sure she knew them herself.
In a heartbeat she called to her ladies' maid, "Suky! Suky! Come quickly!"
"What is it my lady?" Suky's ruddy face appeared at the door.
"Take a drink to the singers, it is a hot day and they may like a cold draught."
Suky's face said everything. Here was her mistress behaving out of character, being herself and indulging her whim. Isabelle felt piqued with annoyance – why, when she was mistress of a grand house, with money and power and all that should follow it, could she not make a simple request without judgement from her own servants?
She glared defiantly at Suky, and was aggrieved to see that her look of consternation remained until she had left the doorway.
Some minutes later Isabelle watched as Suky took a large pitcher out to the Gypsy troupe, looking at once afraid and mistrustful. Isabelle could see their gratitude, and with some annoyance watched the interplay between the young maid and the man of the group.
There was something in the way he moved his body – an animal quality that seemed to take hold of him and move him toward the girl with interest. She could see Suky blushing even from this distance, but she could also see her warming to the attention and speaking more boldly to him.
Suky must have spoken plainly, and told of her mistresses' generosity in sending the drink, for all members of the group suddenly turned and looked up at the window, and Isabella had to swing back from the pane to avoid being seen there in her night attire.
The group drank heartily before singing a final song and leaving the grounds. Isabelle watched, captivated, as the colourful figures retreated, in particular watching the sway of the younger man's hips as he walked.
That night she was visited once again by her husband, and in the swift, brutal thrust of him within her she tried hard to imagine the Gypsy instead. She could imagine the softness of his curls, the feel of his tan skin beneath her fingers, but the need in her belly could barely be awakened before her husbands' first grunt and the end of his attempts.
The next day Isabelle went about her duties as usual, but her mind kept straying to the visiting Gypsies. In her mind she could hear their clear song and easy voices. A part of her tried to ignore her focus on the man – and tried to deny that her thoughts strayed more to him than any other aspect of their visit. She thought often of the way the light caught his curls, of the dark areas of his chin where his beard was growing through. She would think of the way he moved towards Suky, lithe and easy, his chin raised, and his hands at his hips.
When she heard singing she at first wondered if it might be in her imaginings – as her mind had been so full of them through the whole of the day. It was a distant sound, carried on the hot summer breeze, and as she crept to the window she could see figures skirting the edge of their land, walking the narrow path into town. She stood and called for her cloak.
Following at a distance she allowed her step to fall in line with the lilting voices and the slow rhythm of the hand held drum. She thought nothing of her destination, only of being enlivened by the music. Before very long she found that they were walking to the market square, where she supposed they would perform for money. The old man spoke loudly, with a clear voice which captured the attentions of everyone nearby, turning their heads. He spoke freely, with a strong accent, and his voice was more youthful and vibrant than she expected from such a wizened old body.
He hailed the passers by, encouraging them to tarry and enjoy their song – and in moments the strong voice of one of the women struck up with a mournful sound that shook the soul. She sang in a foreign tongue, her head held high and her black hair tumbling. With her eyes closed and her mouth parted, breasts heaving in her low bodice – it was unseemly, yet everyone stopped to watch.
As the song progressed the fiddle began and the young man stepped forth. His eyes were open as he looked from head to head across the crowd – his gaze searching and strangely intimate – reaching out with the music and touching every one of them. His eyes were like coals, and glittered with devilment, long lashes closing lazily as he blinked. His mouth was full, with wide pink lips, pursed in concentration. Isabelle allowed her eyes to stray across him, to look at him minutely in the anonymity of the crowd.
As the music gathered pace he stepped into the crowd, his bow arm a blur, his eyes half closed as his body moved in rhythm with the song. He walked amongst the people, who cheered and applauded, and he stopped before Isabelle. He looked directly at her, locking her with his intense gaze, and continued to play. She could feel the vibration of the fiddle in the ground beneath her delicate shoes, and she could feel her bodice, tight against her chest as she struggled to breathe.
She felt pinned to the spot as if he held her there physically, she could feel heat rise to her cheeks, her breath coming in small gasps, and she wondered if she might faint. Just when she began to fear for herself, he moved away, backing away through the crowd – with his eyes still on her. As soon as he broke the stare she was free, and she moved quickly away to the edge of the gathering, to get some air and free herself of the intensity of the moment. She hurried back to her home, and feigned ill health so that she could disappear to her room undisturbed.
It was the dead of night when she next stirred, aware of the distant remnants of a dream which had left her with a curious ache in the pit of her belly. She had been dreaming that she was in the market place, singing loudly, but searching the crowd for the fiddler, desperate to see him amongst the faces.
She moved her stiff and aching body and, hearing a sound she realised that it must have been a noise which awakened her. She held her breath and moved to the heavy drapes which surrounded her bed – in the room beyond her bed canopy she could hear movement.
"Husband, do not trouble me tonight! Have I not told you that I am unwell?"
There was no answer, and suddenly she was fearful. The curtains parted quickly and she was so disbelieving that she was sure that she must still be asleep. Here was the face of her dream – the fiddler – in her own bedchamber.
"My lady." He bowed his head, and soft curls fell about his face. His voice had a burr, a foreignness to her ear. "Do not be startled, we have come to thank you for the hospitality you showed us yesterday." He gestured with his head to the woman behind him, and another man, slightly older, who she had not seen before. "So few people welcome the Roma that we wanted to show our gratitude."
His eyes were all over her, searching her face and her body unashamedly and she covered her nightgown with bedclothes. She could hardly find her voice, and was terrified – both of the strangers in her room, and of her own fascination with the man beside her bed.
"You should not be here! My husband would have you all flogged! You cannot be in my chamber like this, uninvited."
"Uninvited? I think you invited me today, when you met my eyes at the market place." He nodded slowly, exposing the soft dark skin of his throat, and in spite of herself Isabelle wanted to reach out and touch it. "I think you have dreamt of me, wanted me to come to you – to have me show my gratitude." He spoke with a tease, but was so close to the truth she wondered irrationally if he could read her mind like a mystic.
He leaned forward, his head close to hers, and spoke so softly she could barely hear him. "How would you have me show my gratitude? What could I offer a fine, wealthy lady that she doesn't already have?"
In a moment Isabelle could see the answer, she could see him on top of her on the bed, inside her, fulfilling her – and the image was so shocking to her that she put her shaking fingers to her lips and shook her head.
"You see it, don't you?" he whispered, and she wondered if he could put thoughts into her head as well as read them. He stood and opened the rest of the drapes so that she could see the others in the room. The man was now seated at her window, just as she had been when she had first seen the Gypsies. The woman was straddling him, her skirt bunched up around her thighs. They were kissing, with hard mouths and soft tongues, and Isabelle watched as the woman put her hands under her skirt and even though she could not see it, she could imagine her guiding the man into her. Sure enough she began to rise and fall against his lap, the muscles in her legs tensing.
Isabelle had never seen anyone like this, she didn't even watch herself and her husband, but here in her bedchamber were two strangers, rutting like beasts. She was shocked to the core, but also her core was moved by the sight of them. She could feel a knotting in her belly, and the trickle of moisture between her legs – it was the feeling of wanting something so much you ache for it – and she was so afraid of the feeling she wanted to hide from it behind her drapes.
The fiddler spoke again, his voice soft and gravely with passion "Would you have me do that for you, lady?" she shook her head, but only very slightly. He moved closer still and whispered into her ear, his breath hot on her neck "Would you have me buried inside you, fetching you – like your husband can never do?" He reached up and touched her throat, his swarthy fingers sliding across her soft, pale skin, and down to the neck of her nightgown.
"No!" she gasped, her voice barely a whisper, but in spite of her refusal she arched her back to encourage his fingers to stray to her breast. The feel of his hot hand over the fine linen was excruciating, and as she heard the other couples' soft moans quicken she found herself breathing hard at the feel of fingers on her small, hard nipples.
"No?" he asked, mocking, and his fingers travelled down to the hem of her gown. He lifted the thin material, to expose her legs, slowly drawing the gown to her waist, showing the dark triangle of hair between her thighs. Even in the poor light of her room they could both see the glistening moisture at her thighs which betrayed her.
As the others began to pant hard in unison he slid a finger into her, moving easily as her body had readied her and made her slick. She felt her back arch and her hips lift to encourage him, even as she shook her head again and again. He withdrew the finger and put it in his mouth, his eyes meeting hers knowingly.
"You must ask me!" he said, his voice suddenly loud and cold, and as she looked uncomprehending. "If you want me to fuck you like that," he nodded at the others, writhing and bucking against one another, "You must ask me – declare it honestly. I won't have you deny me after, and say that I forced you, when your body is begging me like this," he gestured at her parted thighs.
"No! I cannot!"
He reached down and loosened his clothing, allowing his cock to free itself. She looked both stunned and desperate as she gazed upon it. In the semi- darkness it shone light against her bedclothes, a long, curved shaft, heavy and veined. It was very different from the glimpse she had had of her husband – this was both enticing and frightening, and she wondered how she could possibly accommodate him.
He grabbed her and turned her over, onto her knees, where she struggled to look over her shoulders to see what he would do. He lifted the gown up over her rump, which shone pale and stroked the rounded curves with rough, dark hands. Moving against her he brought his shaft closer to the slash of deep red and allowed the very tip of his cock to rest in her entrance. She felt the heat of his tip against her and moaned in desire and wretchedness, both wanting the feel of the huge shaft as it would fill her, and fearing her disgrace and dishonour.
"If you want me to put you out of this misery then you must say "Please Peter - please take me"" he chuckled darkly and rubbed the head of his shaft against her slick opening.
"Never!" she gasped, shocked at the thought of putting her desire into words. The other couple, spent, had stopped their writhing and had turned to watch. The woman was adjusting her skirt and Isabelle could see the mans' spending trickling down her thighs. He was still slightly hard, his red tipped shaft still poking lewdly from his breeches as he watched her.
"Last chance!" Peter thrust only very slightly and she gasped as he allowed her a taste of his cock inside her. She pressed back to encourage more but he withdrew. "Say it! Say "Please take me Peter!" – it is only four little words." She could hear mounting frustration and anger in his voice.
"I cannot!" she almost sobbed in frustration.
He pushed her roughly onto the bed and she was sure now that it would happen without her debasing herself by asking, but instead he called out to the other woman.
"Ana, come help me, the bitch is too tight." In a moment Ana was beside him, kneeling against her bed and the huge shaft disappeared into her mouth. Isabelle watched in horror as she slurped and sucked on the engorged piece, taking him hungrily as far as she could into her throat.
"It is true," the girl said, brazenly licking the head of his shaft, tasting Isabelle on it "ladies do taste sweeter!" At that she heard Peter grunt, watched his body quake and as Ana opened her mouth to receive him, she saw the streams of come, pearl white in the moonlight, fill the girls' mouth.
At that moment, knowing that the time had passed, Isabelle would have begged to have him take her. She would have kissed the girls mouth to taste him there, have mouthed him herself, to reawaken his desire – but as Peter gathered himself together the strangers left the bedchamber without another word.
Isabelle remained on her back, legs open, as she wept for her false modesty and pride. Her fingers tried to finish what she was so sure Peter could have done, but they were a pale imitation of that hard shaft, and Isabelle spent her wakeful night chasing her dreams in frustration.
In the end, desperate for peace, she came to her husband, knelt above him in his bed, and woke him.
She bent her head and took his small, soft cock into her mouth. He tasted sour and felt cold and flaccid between her lips, but soon she had coaxed him to life. She opened her legs, still moist between, and straddled him as she had seen the girl Ana do. She lowered herself onto him, forcing herself down to fill her emptiness as much as she could.
She allowed her mind to see Ana moving, and to recall the feel of Peter nestling at her entrance. She slid up and down on her husband's shaft – woefully small by comparison, until she began to feel the end nearing. She shouted in frustration as her husband shuddered to another untimely finish, and she was there again, empty, as his cock swiftly deflated, leaving her utterly unfulfilled.
In her head she was screaming the words she had been too proud to say.
"Please, Peter – please take me!"
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19,439 | Wrath of Ah Puch | Margin Walker | NonConsent/Reluctance | 2004-01-18 | 2004-01-18 | 2022-01-01 15:45:22 | 1 | literotica.com | https://www.literotica.com/s/wrath-of-ah-puch | Anthropologist is raped by tribe's idol and king. | ['Drug', 'Drugged', 'Forced', 'Interracial', 'Nonconsensual', 'Nonconsent', 'Phallus', 'Religious'] | 3.94 | I knew that we should have left. I knew it was getting dangerous. But Elisabeth had wanted to stay. Actually I shouldn't blame her. Deep down I know I had wanted to stay as well. We were witnessing the decline of a civilization, a primal nation of South American Indians that were being slaughtered by disease and famine.
When we first arrived in the jungles of Brazil, the king of the Onguancins had been Quonset, an aging man who had tried to restore his people by abolishing the worship of their pagan gods, eradicating their primitive rituals and sacrifices, and making peace with the surrounding Indian tribes. He had hoped to make his people strong by removing the hindrances of war and mindless idol worship. Quonset had taken Elisabeth and myself into his tribe, wanting us to witness the transformation of his people and take their tale back to the white men beyond the jungle, as they called us, so that we would leave his people and their land alone.
We lived with the Onguancins for three months during Quonset's short reign. We watched as he had the statues and idols removed from the temple and locked away. We watched as he invited the kings of the dwindling tribes around him to talk of peace.
Elisabeth and I thought we had found a great story. We talked of the book we would write about it and the speeches we would give at conferences back in England. We thought we had found the most inspirational story that any anthropologist could hope to find.
We were both blind to the truth. In our desire to see these people survive we discarded the facts that the Onguancins were not accepting Quonset's demands. In fact, an uprising was being formed by his general, Mael, who still believed in the traditional Onguancin way of life and who had grown bored with the lack of war and sacrifice.
Mael led his soldiers against Quonset. Quonset was murdered and Mael ascended the throne of the Onguancin nation. To our shock, the people accepted him eagerly and cheered his name to the heavens when he restored the old gods and idols. A new fervor took over the Onguancins, fueled by Mael's mindless bloodlust.
Mael did not accept us as Quonset had, seeing us as the symbols of the destruction brought upon them by the white men from beyond the jungle. Elisabeth and I had discussed leaving the tribe, taking what information we had gathered, and going back to England to write what we could. But we both decided to stay to see the end of the tale, which we both knew would come soon as Mael led his people on a self-destructive path of ruin.
We shouldn't have been surprised when one morning, as we were waking to another day, several of Mael's soldiers burst into our hut. We had supposed, actually hoped, that Mael would suffer having us there, fearing the retribution of our people if we were harmed, but we were wrong. Five men came into our hut and pulled us both from our bed. We fought, but they overpowered us and carried Elisabeth away. Me they stripped naked and beat until I was on the ground, almost unconscious. They removed everything from our hut and left me there naked and alone.
I approached the door and found two guards standing outside who rudely shoved me back inside and pointed their spears at me, showing that they'd kill me if I tried to leave. I sat on the ground, my back against the wall, and I was so angry and depressed that I wanted to cry and yell at the same time, but I was too tired and sore to do anything but sit there, worrying about Elisabeth, cursing myself for not getting us away when I knew I should have.
That day was the longest day of my life. I tried talking to the guards but they couldn't understand me. They just pointed their spears at me and threatened to kill me. I paced the small hut, listening for noises outside that would tell me what was happening, but I heard nothing. Then, night came and I was becoming frantic, not knowing what was happening or what was going to happen and devising plans to kill the guards, find Elisabeth, and escape.
Then, three men came into my hut. Their dark faces were covered with red and black paint. One had the ceremonial headdress of an ancient priest, a hideous adornment made of bones with a skull perched on top. He had a large dagger hanging from the leather strap at his waist. The two men with him carried swords. They grabbed me, tied my hands behind my back, and pulled me out of the hut. I begged with them to tell me what was happening and what were they doing with Elisabeth. They wouldn't answer me. One guard hit me in the mouth and I shut up, knowing that soon I would find out.
As we walked into the jungle I heard the tapping of drums and saw the flicker of flames. I knew we were approaching the temple. We broke into the clearing and I saw the entire tribe gathered at the foot of the temple. They were humming silently in beat with the drums, a music that was like ice cold water running down my spine. Eyes turned to me as I was shoved through the crowd. I looked into the faces of people I knew, had talked to, and thought I had befriended, but saw only angry glares.
I was thrown to the ground as we reached the center of the tribe, gathered around a small wooden platform, ringed with torches. A group of four men dressed in ceremonial costumes and animal masks were beating drums in a circle to the side of the platform. The flickering light from the torches cast strange shadows revealing a stone table on the platform supported by four stone legs. Four wooden posts with cusped tips stood upright on the platform, each at a corner of the stone table.
The crowd's chanting ended abruptly as a man wearing only a mask and a dried grass skirt stepped out of the temple. Everyone dropped to their knees and bowed before him. I watched him descend the crumbling steps and realized he was Mael as he stepped onto the platform. I recognized his mask as the black death mask of Ah Puch, one of the many gods that Quonset had abolished. Ah Puch was the god of war and blood. That mask was worn during ceremonies the kings would use to get the people ready for war, ceremonies where the chastity of female virgins would be sacrificed, consecrating the coming battles in the vaginal blood of the tainted virgin, a barbaric rite that all female virgins had to undergo before being with a man to appease the jealous Ah Puch. This was a ceremony that had never been documented. Quonset had told us of it. I must admit a bit of professional satisfaction that I would be able to witness it and hopefully document it.
Mael stood on the platform, solid as a statue, the only movement being his chest barely rising as he breathed. Then, the priest who had come to my hut stepped beside him. He began to chant with the drums, a harsh, guttural tune that brought the people up from their prone positions to sway and undulate as they kneeled on the ground. Mael began to beat his feet on the stage and raised his arms to the sky. He screamed, a piercing loud shriek that made me cringe but brought a cheer from the crowd.
Then, from the temple came four men walking in two columns, two poles resting on their shoulders and hanging from the poles was Ah Puch. Ah Puch was carved from a single tree, was over 2 meters tall and had a very human form with two carved legs, spread apart slightly, and two arms outstretched down the length of the body. The head was much larger than a normal man's head with a face that had large evil eyes and a vicious grin bearing sharpened teeth. The entire body of the idol was painted a dark green with symbols painted across it. A huge phallus was attached to the idol just below it's waist. It was at least a meter long and ten centimeters in diameter. It curved upward slightly, tapered out to a rounded tip, and was made of solid gold that had been polished and shined in the torchlight.
Mael continued his frenzied dance on the platform and the priest led the group of men carrying Ah Puch. The men climbed the platform and stopped at the edge. The drums stopped and everyone, including Mael and the priest, dropped to their knees, facing the idol. They raised and bowed several times, some people muttering prayers to the god.
Then, Mael stood, bowed before the god again, and the men turned to carry it towards the stone slab. They lifted it and set the poles on the four posts sticking up out of the platform at the corners of the slab table. The idol hung horizontally above the stone slab, facing down, swinging back and forth with its phallus almost touching the slab. The four men bowed and walked off the platform. They followed the priest back into the temple.
Mael stepped in front of the hanging idol and bowed deeply, lowering down to his knees before rising. Then he began speaking to the god, condemning the previous king for forsaking the gods and asking for Ah Puch's help for victory against their enemies, the white men from beyond the jungle. He turned his head, nodded at me, and the guards picked me up off of the ground. The crowd broke into a furious cry, cursing me as the representative of all white men.
As the din died down the guards threw me to the ground again. Mael said a prayer to the god and raised his hands high. He screamed a loud, maddening shriek that slowly dwindled out as he lost his breath. Then, the drums started again with a slow, deliberate beat.
The priest emerged from the temple with the four men behind him. Their arms were extended over their heads, holding a woman in their hands, each man holding a limb in one hand and the other hand on her back. I recognized Elisabeth by the color of her skin and her long blonde hair that hung from her head. She struggled weakly in their grasp, her knees and pelvis rising slightly as she pulled against their hands. As they stepped onto the platform I could hear her breathing heavily and quiet grunts as she struggled, but she moved so listlessly I wondered if she was drugged or just beaten and tired.
The men came to a stop on the platform and lowered her down so that they were holding her in the air at waist level. The priest came forward holding a small pot in one hand and a carved stick in the other. He stepped between her legs, forced wide by the two men at her feet. He dipped the stick in the pot and began tracing designs on her naked body with red ink that looked like blood. He chanted quietly as he drew on her, circling her breasts and bellybutton. He kept dipping the stick back in the pot as the design circled around her abdomen and then he wet it again to slide up between her legs. She struggled slightly but the men held her as he twisted it, rubbing the liquid into her labia and then stepped away from her.
The four men carried her over to the stone slab and she began to struggle in their grasps, pulling on her legs and arms as she saw the god swaying above the slab with the gigantic phallus extended from it. She knew what was about to happen and finally found a bit of strength to try to fight back. But the men held her easily and lifted her up and slid her between the slab and the idol, her legs pulled to either side of the glistening phallus.
Mael and the priest stood at her feet and brought up ropes tied to the four posts and bound her ankles, holding her legs out straight towards the posts. Then they did the same to her wrists so that she was tied up with her limbs stretched out to the corners and her body resting on the slab, the phallus almost touching her between her legs, the idol hovering directly above her. There was just enough slack for her to twist and turn, but she couldn't move. She was staring up into the hideous face of the idol. She grunted and pleaded, but her voice sounded slurred and I began to think that they had drugged her, only enough to make her weak, but not enough to render her unconscious.
A man approached from the back of the platform carrying a ceramic pot with two tubes extended from either side of it. He handed it to the priest and bowed as he retreated from the platform. The priest stooped beside her head and raised one of the tubes to his face. When he blew into it a dense smoke billowed from the other tube and covered her face. She twisted her head to the side and coughed once. The priest took several breaths and blew the smoke into her face a few more times. Then, he stepped back beside Mael at her feet and handed the pot to the man who had brought it to him.
Then the four men reached up and grabbed the thick ropes holding the idol suspended over her. The priest said a quick final prayer and backed away to the back of the platform. Mael stood at her feet, looking at her stretched out below his god and then quickly reached between her legs.
I watched, numb, as he held her open and barked an order. Two of the men pushed on the ropes and Elisabeth screamed as the golden phallus penetrated her. The other two men grabbed the poles and slid them forward slightly. When the two men holding the ropes released them the idol moved back slightly but the phallus was still inside of her. She pulled on the ropes and twisted her body, but the ropes were too tight and she couldn't get away from it.
Mael barked the order again and the men did the same again, two pushing on the ropes to push it into her further and the other two slid the poles forward. Elisabeth screamed as more of the phallus slid into her. Mael glared down at her and yelled something at her that I couldn't understand. The men let the idol relax back and it slid out of her a bit.
The crowd was quiet, kneeling on the ground, watching as this white woman, a symbol of the pestilence that had engulfed their little nation, was being raped by their god. I felt entirely helpless, unable to help her, unable to stop the madness, but there was nothing to do, and much to my own shame I found that I was quite intrigued by the process, studying the people as their god raped my wife.
Mael reached up and placed his hands on the idol. He barked his order and he pushed as the men performed their jobs to slide it into her further. Elisabeth screamed again but it was much quieter this time like she had already given in to the brutal rape. She laid on the slab, pulling at the ropes feebly, her breasts rising and falling with her harsh breaths.
When the men let the idol relax back the phallus was inside of her deeply, much further than she had ever been penetrated before. I hoped that they would stop there and would not insert the entire length of the phallus because that would surely kill her. I was slightly pleased when the four men stepped away and moved to the back of the platform with the priest, leaving Mael standing behind it.
Mael began chanting loudly, an indecipherable mantra, and the drums started beating a hectic rhythm in an attempt to match his cadence. The crowd began to hum as well, creating an awful wailing that sounded like the cries of tortured souls. These people were taking all of their strife and pain and concentrating it into this perverted rite. Mael threw his head back, his hideous mask pointed to the sky and screamed. The crowd howled with him and then returned to their chant as Mael began beating his feet on the wooden platform in time with the drums.
I was so intent on watching Mael and the crowd that I hadn't noticed when the idol had started to move. Somehow, perhaps by the wind or because of the distribution of the weight of the idol, but surely not by some mysterious power, the idol started to sway slowly back and forth, the body of the god swinging over the length of Elisabeth's body. The golden phallus slid in and out of her as the god rocked forward and back lazily.
I expected to see the idol stop moving; friction should stop it before it swung too many times, but instead it started swinging in longer arcs, driving the phallus into her deeply. I looked for ropes attached to it that somebody could be pulling or some mechanical device that might help drive it, but saw nothing, just the idol swaying back and forth.
Elisabeth's head was turned to the side, her eyes peering through the crowd, her gaze blank. Perhaps the smoke from the chemical that the priest had blown into her face had relaxed her, put her into some state of conscious relaxation, and I hoped that she didn't even realize what was happening to her.
Then as the idol began to swing further and faster I saw Elisabeth's hips rise off of the stone slab slightly. I was shocked to see her move, thinking that she was almost unconscious, but her hips relaxed as the idol swung back and then rose even higher as the idol swung forward again. I figured that she had to lift herself up to attempt to make it more comfortable as the phallus moved into her, but could not shake the impression that she was in fact moving her hips in sexual pleasure, enjoying the feel of the golden phallus sliding in and out of her.
I watched in stunned shock as the idol continued to rock back and forth and Elisabeth continued to move her pelvis, the rest of her body still, her eyes staring into nothing, and the crowd's chanting raised in volume, the drums beat faster, Mael's dance became more frantic, the hysteria of the rite rose to a fever pitch, and I felt the hairs on my body standing on end like a mystical energy was flowing over me. I felt myself caught in the ignorant superstition of these people as their god raped the white woman from beyond the jungle, and suddenly the drums stopped, Mael stamped his feet once more and the idol stopped at the height of its arc, its phallus deeply embedded inside of Elisabeth, her pelvis held high. The idol held still in an impossible position for several seconds and then finally rocked back, stopping at the bottom of its arc, and Elisabeth relaxed her body down on the slab.
The crowd broke out into a cheerful roar, rising to their feet. I shook my head to rid my mind of the mysterious spectacle that had almost overridden my logic. Mael led the crowd's cheers, throwing his hands into the air, and yelling his thanks to Ah Puch. Behind him the priest was supervising the four men as they pulled Ah Puch backwards, sliding the phallus out of Elisabeth, and then lifted the idol back onto their shoulders and carried it into the temple.
Elisabeth lay on the slab, her only movement being the rising of her chest as she breathed. I stared into her eyes, trying to see if she was aware, to get her attention, to somehow reassure her, but she seemed to stare straight through me and into the jungle behind me.
The priest returned with the four men. I immediately noticed that he had pulled the long dagger from its sheath and carried it in his hand. I knew that now they would kill her, sacrifice her to Ah Puch, the god wanted not only her sex, but her blood as well.
As the priest stepped towards the slab, Mael beckoned to the four men, yelled something to them, and pointed at Elisabeth. The priest, his dagger at the ready, snapped his head to look at Mael. Mael said something to him and then turned to the crowd. As he told the crowd to go home and offer their thanks to the gods, the four men untied Elisabeth, lifted her from the slab and carried her into the temple. The priest stood to the side, alternating his glare between Mael and Elisabeth.
There wasn't going to be a sacrifice. I sighed in relief. Mael yelled at my guards and they pulled me up to my feet. Then, he turned around, grabbed the priest by the arm, and led him into the temple. As the guards pushed me towards the temple I noticed the crowd still milling about in confusion, having expected a sacrifice and not given one, the ecstasy of the rite dying down into a mystified stupor.
The guards pulled me with them and we entered the temple. I had been in it before and knew we were in the sacrificial chamber when they threw me on the floor. Elisabeth was lying on the stone bloodstained altar. Torches hung from the wall cast a dim, ghastly light. Mael and the priest were arguing off to the side while the four men who carried her in were standing to the side of Ah Puch who had been set on wooden pegs on the wall.
I couldn't understand their entire conversation but knew that the priest was arguing that Elisabeth should have been sacrificed to complete the rite. Mael yelled back at him, pulling the mask from his head to place his face directly in front of the priest, making him back against the wall. My guards were tense, fidgeting with their swords.
I looked at Elisabeth, hoping she would gain consciousness, recognize me, and that somehow I could reassure her. She hadn't been killed so maybe we would be set free, maybe we could even escape. She didn't look back at me. Her head was turned to the side and she didn't move. I looked at her naked body, the red paint glistening on her light skin, her arms limp at her side, and her legs spread apart, one knee bent to the side. I frowned as I noticed something that looked like a light fluid shining between her legs, dripping from her. I couldn't tell what it was and thought that it might be blood, but it looked too pale to be blood.
I turned as a commotion broke out between Mael and the priest. Mael reached out and pulled the dagger from the priest's sheath. The priest jumped back against the wall and Mael lifted the dagger to his throat and held it there, yelling and cursing. The guards held their weapons at the ready but would do nothing, not against their king. Mael ripped the headdress off of the priest's head and threw it on the ground. The priest was nodding his head, trying to appease the mad ruler, to apologize for his disagreement.
Eventually, Mael pulled the dagger away and stepped away from the priest, who fell to his knees to ask for forgiveness. Mael stood over him and let him grovel for a while and then dropped the dagger to the ground. The priest thanked him again, picked up his dagger, and scurried away.
Mael turned around, his eyes falling angrily on me for a few seconds, and then walked over to the altar. He stood over Elisabeth, staring down at her, his eyes moving over her naked body. He touched her thigh, running his palm along her skin, his tongue licking across his lips.
I suddenly understood what had happened, why he had not sacrificed her to Ah Puch and why the priest and he had fought. Mael wanted to rape her. He wanted to rape this white woman from beyond the jungle and have her as his god had earlier.
Then, he grabbed her waist and yanked her to the end of the altar, flipping her onto her stomach. He pulled her towards him until her legs dangled off the altar, her feet resting on the floor, and he pressed himself against her butt. He ran his hands up and down her back, her butt, and down her thighs. The guards shifted anxiously as they watched Mael grinding his pelvis against Elisabeth's butt and rubbing his hands over her. Elisabeth was moaning softly like she waking up from a drugged sleep.
He stepped back and shifted his grass skirt so that his erect penis jutted out. He pressed it against her and then easily slid inside of her. He worked it in and out of her for a bit as he watched it penetrating her. Then he grabbed her thighs and spread them wider so he could press his body against her and pushed into her further.
As he began to pound into her harder I saw Elisabeth starting to stir, waking from her shock or from the drug they might have given her. She blinked her eyes and she turned her head to look around the room, her eyes trying to focus as she gained consciousness.
"Elisabeth," I whispered to her, trying to get her attention.
Mael turned his head and yelled at me, never missing a single thrust as he raped her. One of the guards kicked me in my side, but his kick was weak and barely hurt me. He must have been too stunned or too turned on to care about me.
Mael glared at me, a twisted grin on his dark face, as he continued forcing himself in and out of her. He grabbed her hips and pulled her towards him further so her butt and stomach were almost hanging off of the altar. Her hands grasped at the altar as he dragged her backwards. He uttered some curses, spittle flying from his lips, and then drove into her hard. She grunted as he started to pound into her harder and faster, wanting to abuse her as he raped her.
I wished she had stayed unconscious for this and hoped that her mind was still too foggy to make sense of this second rape, but I think she knew what was happening. Her eyes darted about the room and finally settled on me. She could barely focus on me as her body was being pummeled back and forth, but I could see the look in her eyes, scared and confused.
Mael began grunting louder, slamming his penis into her, his hands grasping her waist tightly, and then he started moving very quickly, his grunts turning into a yell, making Elisabeth scream as he pistoned in and out of her, his whole body tense. Then he snapped his hips against her and pushed her back against the altar as he ejaculated inside of her. Elisabeth began to cry softly and turned her head away from me as he continued pumping slowly, leaning over her.
Then, I felt a tremor. The ground shook subtly underneath me. Nobody else seemed to notice. The guards stood there watching Mael and made no sign that they felt it. They felt the next tremor because the two standing next to me fell down.
Mael shot up, still inside of her and still grasping her waist. The priest ran across the room and fell against Mael, knocking them both to the ground, as the ground shook again with a deep rumbling and grinding inside the temple. Dust fell from the ceiling in a heavy cloud. The guards were yelling and scrambling out of the room.
The two guards beside me tried to stand, but were knocked back down by another tremor that shook the temple violently. I pulled my knees under me and raised myself up to my feet. I stumbled towards the altar, the ground moving under me, threatening to knock me down, but kept my feet, my eyes locked on Elisabeth as she rolled to her side, looking towards me with large, fearful eyes. Large pieces of the ceiling were striking the floor with large thuds.
Weakly, Elisabeth pressed herself up and I saw Mael gain his feet behind her, his eyes glaring with hatred, pieces of the ceiling raining about the altar. I slammed into the altar beside her and quickly turned around, offering my bound hands to her. I felt her hand slide into my grasp and I pulled her forward as I tried to run. Her feet hit the ground and she fell, but I dragged her behind me.
Then, I was knocked down by a loud rumble and a crash. I rolled to my side and saw a large stone from the ceiling was resting on the altar with Mael's body crushed underneath it. He must have been trying to crawl across the altar to chase us when it fell and it would have crushed Elisabeth if she had still been lying there. The priest scrambled to his feet, his horrified eyes staring at his king smashed in front of him and stumbled away.
Another piece of the ceiling fell and struck the ground between the altar and me, obscuring my view of Mael's crushed body. That broke me from my shock and I realized that we were about to die here if I didn't move. Elisabeth had risen to her knees and I pushed myself up, yelling at her to get moving. I grabbed her hand behind me again and I stumbled out of the temple, barely able to stay on my feet with my hands tied behind me and the ground shaking beneath me. We got far away from the temple, fell on the ground, and watched it finally tumble down, emitting a large cloud of dust and debris. The tremors stopped and the world was silent.
Once the people came and saw the destroyed temple they began wailing and screaming. The priest came and told them what happened inside and they began praying to Ah Puch for forgiveness for their king who had not only dishonored their tribe by not sacrificing the woman to the god but had taken her for himself.
They untied me and offered to take us away from their village, afraid that we might bring more bad luck to them. A few days later we were delivered to the nearest point of civilization, a logging camp. Since then I've kept playing the events of that night over in my head. Perhaps the people had been right and it had been Ah Puch that raped Elisabeth and then destroyed the temple. Maybe. All I know is that I no longer care what happens to those people and hope that the wrath of Ah Puch comes and destroys them all since he never did get his sacrifice. |
19,440 | Wrath's Instincts | PTwrathwriter | NonConsent/Reluctance | 2011-12-16 | 2011-12-16 | 2022-01-01 15:45:24 | 1 | literotica.com | https://www.literotica.com/s/wraths-instincts | The angel of wrath gives in to his violent instincts. | ['Animal Instincts', 'Chasing', 'Dominance', 'Fondling', 'Mating'] | 3.53 | While I carried Cara off on our way to the hot spring, my need for her scythed a rampant path throughout me. Instead of trying to keep the passion under wraps like I usually did, at least to a moderate degree, I surrendered myself to it. Encouraged it, in fact.
There was method to the madness.
I knew we were gonna end up discussing our waking life situation, specifically Enepsigos. Frankly, I'll come clean and just say it, I wanted to put it off for as long as possible. That topic was Pandora's Box waiting to happen. Also, I was spooked by my unreliable memory. If Cara was right about draining me, I'd lose this precious time with her until I dreamed again. If I was gonna forget tomorrow her presence and any conversation we've had, why bother to fixate on the negative stuff? I hate to waste time, and since Cara wouldn't be forgetting the dream, I wanted to give her something worth remembering.
Don't get me wrong, I had a ton of selfish reasons banging around with my impassioned thoughts on why I should seduce Cara right from the get-go. I may be an angel, but I'm not a saint. Saints couldn't hack my line of work, anyhow. They'd probably keel over in unison if they had access to my many fleshly desires for the lush little body wriggling and bucking upon my shoulder.
Speaking of desires, while my fingertips rubbed tiny rings around her central pleasure-point, I noticed Cara's desires weren't searing through my mind. They should've been by then, I could feel on my fingertips the slick moisture preparing her body for mine.
Faltering in mid-step, I mourned my loss to her. "Cara, I can't see your desires. This sucks, baby. It really sucks. You do want me, don't you? It feels like you do."
Cara patted my back. She slathered the false sympathy on thick when she said, "Poor you, reduced to my level. Oh, the degradation. How will you ever be able to manage?"
For that cheeky remark, I swatted her on the butt.
"Hey!" Cara yelped, digging her nails into my back as her biteable rear-end bopped about in the air. She lured me to resume my preparatory fondling. Her jouncing eased as she melted sensually into my touch once more. "Oh--oh my," she gasped. Then she started in on making these soft erotic sounds that were part moaning and part purring. "Oh, Wrath...ooh...ooh. Ooh, Wrath, mmm...yes...mmm."
As Cara writhed against my hand, I murmured to myself, "Hmm, I think I'll manage just fine." But as her arousal heated up, steadily increasing to a boil like I've never seen from her before, she riveted my senses, which were at that point ultra observant and going haywire.
Cara was a voluptuous drape of sultry, silken skin undulating against me. When her heaven-scent turned musky with the scent of woman, my nostrils flared and an involuntary, territorial growl rumbled up my throat out of nowhere. My feet became immobile cement blocks at the entrance of the bathing chamber tiled in lapis lazuli. I knew I wouldn't make it across the room to the hot spring.
My already rampant desire for Cara no longer scythed. It switched weapons and just went nuclear.
I had only a second to wonder if letting it loose was a mistake. Unfortunately, it was way past too late for second thoughts. Whatever control I might've commanded was incinerated in the burgeoning firestorm that was my violent need to mate with Cara. It pains me to own up to this, but that was the polite wording of the real sentiment I felt at the time.
Anyone who knew how I was around her most likely assumed I was a sex-crazed pervert. Hell, my response to her always bewildered me. Nobody really understood the depth, the height, and the width of the irresistable attraction that pulled me to her, not even Cara. She felt something similar, but I was certain it translated differently through her. She was receptive, I was projective.
Once our relationship became sexual, I had to struggle constantly at keeping my outrageous needs in check. Not trying to be crude, but those needs were exceptionally physical ones. To be clear, I'm not including my emotional attachment to Cara in this; as it was, my love for her had Jeckyll-Hyde tendencies to curb or exacerbate the problem. The animal instinct, alone, to mate and procreate with Cara was the major monkey on my back. I was driven by it, and I'm not using hyperbole when I say it's a very violent drive. That's why I've always been so careful to keep the full extent of it on lockdown.
This being a dream, as real as it seemed, originally made me think it was safe to let go of my hold. I'm honest enough to admit part of me always wanted to explore and experience a no-holds-barred love match with Cara.
Yet, as the mushroom cloud burnt through the dregs of my caution, my last coherent thought was a belated reminder that Cara herself was not part of the dream. She was real. Though I doubted I could harm her in a bodily way, I didn't wanna traumatize her if I got too unruly.
But I dragged Cara from my shoulder and had her pinned to the entranceway's tiled wall before I could finish my worrying.
I was all over her, a starved man suddenly given a free pass at an all-you- can-eat buffet. I was clothed and she wasn't, somehow that just made it hotter as I exploited her vulnerability with my mouth and hands.
In the wild state I was in, her tinyness turned me on more than ever before as it awoke the big dominant male in me. Pulling her away from the wall, I lifted her off her feet and ground her against me as I devoured her mouth.
Cara had it pretty bad, herself. She gave almost as good as she got. She pulled my shirt off while I was busy kneading her bottom cheeks in my hands and pinching her ruched nipple between my teeth. Then Cara wriggled until I let her slide down me. She went to her knees.
And--holy frig--I discovered there were layers to my losing control. Her hands ran up the back of my legs and she was nuzzling my erection through my pants. When Cara's hands came back around the front of me to hastily remove the rest of my clothes, she took me into her mouth. It was a first, we'd never had the patience for excessive amounts of foreplay. I was much more focused on getting her ready for me, since I never needed any preparation to begin with. I know now that it's better left that way.
Her mouth was warm wet velvet--then something unidentifiable but important snapped in me. I mean there was a literal mental break involved. Yanking her up by her arms, I thrust Cara away from me, out of the entranceway and into the hall. My muscles zipped and zinged below the surface of my skin. I was in total chaos. Meeting her confused gaze, I ordered in a low, ragged snarl, "Run."
I like to think it was a warning, telling her she needed to give me space to calm down. It might even be the truth. But there was that animal instinct driving me and I know at least half of the reason I told her to run was simply because I wanted to chase her. To capture her. And then to master her. Like a stag, I wanted to run down the doe until I covered her and made her scream beneath me.
The old Cara would've stood there arguing with me, insisting I was overreacting. The new Cara was learning who her pairmate was and what he was capable of. Scenting danger, her confused expression grew wary. I don't know what she saw in my face, but she saw something there, all right. Without a word, Cara spun on her heel and streaked down the hall.
Seeing that change in her made a part of me die inside. She didn't trust me, she feared me. Her easy acceptance of my command, told me she'd thought about this and came to terms with it. Sadly, my observation didn't sink in until later on, after.
Presently, I loped down the hall in a sprint behind her. The chase was on. Knowing she was faster, pleased me. She was gonna make me work for it.
In the end, though, I was gonna win. I knew where she was headed when she made a left at the end of the hall.
Cara raced down the next hall and took the only door available to her. She had to slow down as she weaved through the three cluttered rooms that preceded my downstairs studio. Paintings were everywhere she turned and they were tripping up her escape.
I plowed through the paintings and pounced on her. The tackle threw us just inside the studio. It was a lot neater than the cluttered storerooms, nearly empty except for fresh canvases, paints, and brushes on a table beside the easal and stool set off to the side. The outer corner walls of the room were seamless windows. The two inner walls were mirrors to reflect back the view from every angle.
Trust me, I was aware of the use I could put the mirrors to just then as I glimpsed the sight of us falling to the oriental-style throw rug. I didn't need the mirrors, however, my excitement freely ran amok in the midst of conquest.
Cara wasn't quite out of arm's reach when she pushed up to her knees, breathing fast, and tried to crawl away. I grabbed her by her ankles, pulling her backwards to close the distance. Crouching over her back, I locked an arm under her belly, raising her hips up into position for me. With a fistful of her dark blond hair in my other hand, I twisted her face sideways, trapping her panting profile to the floor as I braced myself against the carpet.
Seeing Cara at my mercy, I took great pleasure in her futile thrashing and completed my descent into pure animal lust by moving in close to bite her on the back of the neck.
She screamed and I penetrated her, thrusting into her molten sheath hard and deep. I felt like I'd never get deep enough. The mad instinct had me seeking to brand the very insides of her womb. I don't recall thrusting again after the initial one, I was just burrowing as far into her womanly core as I could.
Cara promptly became a small submissive puddle underneath my overpowering body and as her sheath clamped down to constrict around me, we cried out at the same moment. The force of my orgasm turned me inside-out. Still joined, I collapsed on her, gasping and taking a long while to regain my senses.
Cara was sweaty, though shivering under me. Slowly, I eased off of her. Speechless, I stared at her back as I considered what I just put her through. Shivering now, myself, I gathered her in my arms to cradle her against my chest. She didn't flinch at my touch, I took heart in that as I got to my feet.
Turning back the way we came, kicking aside the paintings I destroyed in my pursuit of her, I carried Cara off once again to the bathing chamber.
*
The walk to the bathing chamber was silent. There was a new and uncomfortable understanding between Cara and I.
Don't get the wrong idea, please. What occurred in the studio wasn't rape. I'd kill myself first.
No, what occurred seemed to walk a fine line there, but at its essence it was wholly different, profound. It was nature taking its course in its visceral fashion. I think everyone knows nature has its beautiful side, just as everyone knows it has a necessary brutal twin that makes us turn our backs in shock.
What I experienced moments ago, what I believe Cara experienced as well, was the beauty buried in the brutal twin. Civility disappeared, leaving only the most basic, artless communication and union possible.
That's not to say I didn't feel as if I'd disgraced us both by turning into a savage. I could only imagine how messed up Cara's thoughts were at being victimized and enjoying it.
Hence my saying there was a new and uncomfortable understanding between us as we returned to the bathing chamber. |
19,441 | The Wreck of the Manchester | callmQ67 | NonConsent/Reluctance | 2005-04-15 | 2005-04-15 | 2022-01-01 14:47:52 | 1 | literotica.com | https://www.literotica.com/s/the-wreck-of-the-manchester | English girl is taken captive by natives. | ['Cousin/Cousin Incest', 'Group Sex', 'Historical', 'Interracial', 'Mild Bondage'] | 4.32 | In eighteenth century English society it was even more difficult for a girl to advance above her station than it was for a young man. Without the proper connections and lineage it was almost impossible for even the most attractive of young girls to marry a man who could give her a life of comfort. Seeing no other way around this dilemma, some parents took the grave risk of sending their daughters to India, where the men who survived the climate and the competition were seeking wives as gorgeous as the silks and gems they carried home as spoils. One of these girls was named Fanny Chamberlain.
Fanny was returning to England in the year 1785 on a ship laden with spices, silver, gold and other treasures. She was a lovely girl of eighteen who had only arrived in India some six months earlier. She possessed the rosy, peaches and cream complexion so admired in her day, as well as quantities of shiny, golden blonde hair, a pouting, Cupid's bow mouth, small, upturned nose, and wide, China blue eyes. Fanny had been sent to India less than a year earlier; bright, a little shy, mostly uneducated, but curious about the world. Within a few weeks of her arrival in Calcutta she received the attentions of many young fortune seekers, and found that she was able to pick and choose her husband- to-be. Her choice was a man named William Hastings, 32 years of age. William had been in India for ten years and had made an astounding fortune, and he was on his way home to England to live the life of a country gentleman. As it turned out, he never again reached the land of his birth.
Fanny was a girl who had always delighted in her own body. She had discovered at an early age that she could give herself great pleasure by touching and playing with her tender little slit. As she began to mature, she refined her technique and noticed that her budding breasts could also give her pleasure. As a young teenager Fanny had an experience which awakened in her desires that would leave her in a state of confused excitement for a long time to come.
In that never to be forgotten summer, Fanny's cousin Alexandra was visiting for a few days with her mother. Alexandra had Fanny's fine complexion, but with dark chestnut tresses and smoldering green eyes. On a hot (for England) summer day the two girls went bathing in a nearby stream. Because the spot was isolated and they were loath to wet their frocks, Fanny and Alexandra had gone into the water in only their cotton shifts. As they lay drying themselves in the sun, even the thin shifts gave way and the two beautiful cousins admired each other's naked bodies. Fanny's breasts had developed nicely, and now they were the size of large plums, upturned with puffy, pale pink nipples. Her hips were still slender and somewhat boyish, with a derriere that was high, round and smooth. The hair at her pubic mound was pale blonde, fine, and still very sparse. Alexandra, who was three years her cousin's senior, had much larger breasts and rounder hips, but a slim waist and long, shapely legs. Her pubic hair was thick, dark and luxuriant, and her pink labia protruded well beyond the plump outer lips. Fanny caught herself staring.
Before Fanny could protest, her more experienced cousin began to kiss and caress the young girl in a way that threw her feelings into utter confusion. Up to that time Fanny thought her self-pleasure was a secret that only she had mastered, but now she found that another—her cousin, and a girl at that—could produce the same sensations in her only stronger, more intense than anything she had felt before. By the end of her visit Alexandra had introduced Fanny to the innumerable ways that two girls could give each other pleasure with their fingers, lips and tongues. After her cousin had left, Fanny spent many long nights trying to equal the heights of ecstasy that Alexandra given her, and long days trying to remind herself that she was interested only in boys.
In her short marriage to William Hastings, Fanny was both intrigued and disappointed by their bedroom activities. She found that being penetrated with her husband's cock could give her a different, deeper kind of pleasure than she had experienced on her own or with her cousin. Inevitably, though, before Fanny could reach her peak William would groan, flood her with his hot seed, and go promptly to sleep. Fanny often diddled her sloppy cunt with her fingers after William had rolled over. Once, during their lovemaking she licked the length of his dick with her tongue and even slipped the plump head into her mouth, which caused her new husband to groan with pleasure. But when she tried to get him to reciprocate he looked at her with revulsion, and she found that her oral ministrations only caused him to ejaculate even more quickly than usual.
On board the Manchester, for that was the name of the ship on which Fanny and William sailed, the passengers had been at sea for three months. After some delays and a stop in Ceylon to take on more plunder, she was nearing the southeastern coast of Africa after her passage across the Indian Ocean. Her captain thought they were still more than a hundred miles from the coast, but he was wrong. During a night of heavy rain and high winds with minimal visibility, the Manchester met her end on a rocky shoal half a mile from the shores of the Dark Continent.
The captain ordered a boat, manned by six crew members, to carry the passengers to safety. The young English girl, with her new husband, left everything aboard but the clothes on her back and was rowed through the blackness toward the crashing surf. Fanny thought they must surely die. The enormous waves would have smashed them and their small boat to pieces on the rocks, but through sheer luck the sailors found a tiny opening in the rocks and the boat rode a tall wave through the gap and onto a narrow beach. As it turned out, the rest of the Manchester's officers and crew were not so lucky. After a miserable night huddled under an overhanging rock, the castaways found at daybreak that the Manchester had capsized during the night. Nobody else had reached the shore safely, and now the eight survivors had to face the unknown with no weapons except William's pistol, no food but some ship's biscuit, and a mortal fear of the natives.
One of the sailors thought that they might be able to walk to the Dutch colony at the Cape, though no one knew exactly how far that might be. In any case, it seemed better to walk than to starve on the beach, so they began. After only a few minutes the rocky terrain forced them away from the sea, and they found themselves treading a narrow path through strange, dense foliage. Within an hour of leaving the boat they encountered a group of natives, leaving Fanny's life changed forever once again.
What happened was this: upon entering a clearing the small party came to some native huts which seemed to be deserted. While the sailors foraged for food, William and Fanny held each other in their arms. William had his pistol loaded and ready. A group of natives suddenly entered the clearing, and seeing the young couple, began to whoop and cry in a strange tongue. The men were tall, muscular and naked. Their hair, faces and bodies were daubed in red mud. As they approached, William raised his pistol and fired at the nearest African, knocking him down with a ball through the chest. His companions immediately attacked with spears and clubs. William threw himself gallantly in front of his new bride and was soon impaled and beaten until he was unrecognizable and very, very dead.
Fanny screamed with horror and fright, certain that she would be next. The sailors from the Manchester, hearing the commotion, bolted into the forest. Fanny never saw them again. Eyes closed, hands covering her face, Fanny continued to scream and knew that any second might be her last. Instead of the death blow, however, she felt one of the natives grab her roughly around the hips, pick her up and toss her over his shoulder like a sack of grain.
He carried her through the forest and as they walked, Fanny finally dared to open her eyes and take in her surroundings. The first thing she saw was the lower half of the native behind her. He was very tall, and his legs were corded with muscle. There was no trace of fat anywhere on his body. He carried a spear in his right hand and a club in his left, and his body was marked with red clay. And he had the most enormous prick she had ever beheld.
Soon Fanny and her captors arrived at a small village. They were quickly surrounded by other natives, both men and women. The women were bare-chested like the men, but wore narrow, colorful sashes around their loins. Their hair was long, and arranged in scores of tiny braids which, even in her terror, Fanny was able to admire for the skill which created them. An older woman, who looked vaguely European, wouldn't allow the curious males to touch Fanny or even get too near.
The woman ordered two of the others to tie a kind of sturdy, braided rope around each of Fanny's wrists. These ropes were then secured to tree branches and pulled taut, lifting Fanny's arms into the air and spreading them wide apart. Her feet were spread apart and tied to a heavy log. She still wore her French silk dress with the exposed décolletage, though now it was dirty and torn, and her white stockings were almost completely shredded. Her shoes were gone.
The villagers began to pile wood in the center of the clearing. There was obviously going to be a bonfire, and the young blonde was afraid that she would be at its center. While the natives left her alone for the moment and went about their business Fanny, though still terrified, grew calm enough to observe the people who she assumed would soon make a sacrifice of her.
Surprisingly, she found them attractive. The young girls had firm, high breasts, slender waists, and shapely legs. The older women who had born children had more pendulous breasts, but were still slender and fit. All had dark skin and very full lips which, though strange to Fanny, she nevertheless thought were very sensual. As she had noticed earlier, the men were tall, muscular, and mostly slender—and they all had huge cocks. It seemed to be a trait of every male in the village. Fanny couldn't help looking.
She had seen few men's dicks in her young life, even fewer erect, and they had all seemed to be about the same size as her husband's. These native dicks were of another order altogether. Even flaccid they hung more than halfway down the men's thighs, making them much longer than William's had been when fully erect. She estimated that they were at least ten inches long. And they were much thicker, too. She doubted that she would be able to reach her fingers around one of the huge shafts. It boggled the mind of the eighteen-year-old English girl, and even as she considered her certain doom she couldn't help thinking about being fucked with one of those giant tools. Little did she know, she would find out soon enough.
After an hour or so, as Fanny's arms and wrists began to ache, she saw the men of the village begin to gather. They soon formed in a circle about 30 feet in diameter with Fanny at its center. She noticed that the red markings had been removed from their bodies and that now they seemed to be slick with oil of some kind. It served to increase their appearance of muscularity. Even their huge cocks were oiled. As the men stood, the women of the village entered the circle and took seats in front of them, and their skin also appeared to be oiled. Some of the women carried drums made from animal skins stretched over wooden cylinders. Fanny noticed that the few elderly men and the children were not present. Everyone there looked to be between the ages of eighteen and thirty-five, except for the lighter-skinned woman, who Fanny took to be a kind of priestess. She counted sixteen men and as many women.
Then, from outside the circle, two young girls approached. Fanny thought they were probably about her age, and they were beautiful. It was clear that they had carefully prepared for the occasion, with colorful beads adorning their shining black braids. Their eyelids were darkened in an exotic way, which seemed to accentuate the lovely almond shape of their eyes. They were both quite tall, several inches taller than Fanny's five foot four, slender, with firm, upturned breasts and long legs. As they came closer, she was able to see that their nipples were hard, that they had no visible pubic hair, and that they looked exactly alike. Yes, they were identical twins, Fanny decided. But what held her attention most of all was the object that each of the girls carried.
In the right hand of each of the twins was a huge, shining dagger. Fanny began to tremble and cry. "No," she begged. "Please don't," as the tears poured down her face. She felt her self sweating profusely in her gown and petticoats, and her knees felt weak. At that moment Fanny surely would have fallen if not for the ropes holding her wrists. The women in the circle began to play a rhythm on the drums and the men chanted to the rhythm. It only served to terrify the English girl further, and now she was certain her end was at hand. The twin girls began to dance and sway provocatively to the music, and twirl the knives in a sinister way. The rhythm grew faster and louder. Fanny cried and begged, even more pathetically. "Please. Please don't kill me," she wept. "I'll do anything, anything at all."
At that, the older woman raised her hand and the music stopped instantly. "Anything?" the old woman asked.
Fanny gasped. "You speak English?"
"Of course, my child. Now do you really mean you'll do anything to spare your life? These people want to kill you because your idiot husband shot and killed one of their bravest warriors today. They need to carry out certain rituals to assist in sending his soul to the spirit world. Are you prepared to go along with whatever these rituals might require?"
"Yes! I'll do anything they want! Just don't kill me!"
"Very well." The old woman then gave some commands in the strange, clicking African language, and the music started again. The rhythm was different now, and the twins began to dance again, more erotically than before. As the tempo increased, they began to touch each other with their free hands, the other hands still held the ugly great knives. They touched each other's breasts and squeezed and twisted the nipples. The tempo continued to increase, and the men chanted louder. The twins slowly brought their faces together and their tongues touched. In another moment their mouths were pressed together in a deep kiss, and their hands fell to each other's pussies. The men whooped and shouted when they saw this.
Fanny couldn't believe her eyes. Now the gorgeous twins were entwined together, with their thighs grinding between each other's legs, the knives held behind their backs. As the music seemed about to reach a crescendo, the old woman raised her hand again, and again the music stopped. Fanny's cheeks were flushed with excitement and fear, and now she began to tremble once more as they approached her, knives raised high. The men began to whoop. Fanny cried out, "No, please! I said I'd do anything!" She appealed to the old woman, who only laughed. The beautiful teenagers circled her. Fanny began to thrash around in her bonds, begging the African girls to spare her life.
As her terror became unbearable, the girls stopped, one in front of Fanny and one behind. Reaching out with their free left hands, the twins grabbed the top of Fanny's gown front and back. Fanny shut her eyes. But instead of cutting and stabbing her, the girls used the knives to cut Fanny's dress from the neckline straight down to the hem. In seconds, it was opened from top to bottom. Then each twin cut away one of the gown's sleeves and pulled it away completely, leaving Fanny in her corset and petticoats. Those in the circle hooted and clapped. The twins circled Fanny again, now reaching out with their free hands to caress her neck, her face, her hair.
The lovely sisters moved in again, this time one cut through the lacings of her corset while the other cut away her petticoats. Fanny was now wearing only a thin cotton shift which was drenched with sweat, leaving her very exposed. She began to weep again, when she realized that the savage Africans were about to see her completely nude. She cried out for mercy to the old woman. "Do you want them to stop?" the woman asked.
"Yes, please make them stop!" Fanny begged.
"Then they'll have to kill you," the woman said. "It's your choice."
Fanny cried in shame and frustration. Much to her relief, the native girls dropped their knives and began circling her again. Now the twin behind her grabbed her hair and raised it, and began to nibble at the back of Fanny's neck. Soon she was kissing all over the blonde's throat, her shoulders, even her ears. The other twin lovingly caressed Fanny's body with her hands, beginning with her legs, while tearing away the remains of her stockings. She then moved her hands up to the English girl's breasts, which were barely covered by the thin, damp fabric, her pink nipples poking out. Against her will, Fanny's nipples grew hard as the twin caressed them. The native girl grabbed her nipples and twisted hard, causing the teen to cry out. She felt pain, but strangely it seemed to send a wave of arousal to her crotch.
Only a few minutes earlier she was afraid for her life, but now Fanny was somehow sure that they didn't intend to kill her. On the other hand, the young blonde was horrified that these savages were able to produce feelings in her that she didn't fully understand, and she was determined not to let her desire show. Fanny held herself straight and stiff as the beautiful sisters continued to kiss and caress her breasts, neck and face. Finally the twin in front reached under her shift and began to caress her vulva.
Fanny was surprised to find that her pussy was sopping wet, and she let out a small gasp as the girl's fingers made contact with her delicate flesh. The girls smiled at this, and the men in the circle began to chant again. The blonde didn't know what to expect now, and she renewed her efforts to show no feelings, though the fingers touching her most intimate places were beginning to make her yearn for release.
Then, in one quick motion, the girls tore away Fanny's shift, exposing to the onlookers her beautiful upturned breasts and her pussy with its downy soft hair. Aside from Alexandra and her husband, no one had seen Fanny nude since she was a small child. She felt utterly ashamed, mortified, and yet, somehow thrilled. Her body had matured since the time of her youthful experiments with her cousin, and Fanny was pleased with the way it looked. Because her fate was completely out of her control, Fanny felt herself liberated in a way she never had before.
The dark fingers soon returned to her glistening pink folds, and now she almost abandoned herself to the sensations. The blonde's mouth was open in a silent moan, her eyes closed, and everyone there could see the moment of surrender when her hips began to move involuntarily. In another minute Fanny was almost at the peak of orgasm. Suddenly, the girl stopped, causing Fanny to open her eyes and look down. The girl in front of her slowly removed her fingers from Fanny's cunt, drew them slowly to her mouth and licked the juices off.
The men went wild. Their shouts increased in volume. The girl in front of Fanny returned her fingers to the blonde's pussy, inserting two fingers and using her thumb to rub Fanny's clit. Fanny's hips began to rotate again, and her moans came freely. Again she neared orgasm, and again, just before she could peak, the girl stopped and withdrew her fingers. "Please...don't stop," Fanny gasped.
The girl stood, holding her fingers—funky and dripping with juices—up to Fanny's mouth. The blonde teen could clearly smell her own pussy on the girl's hand. The musky odor seemed to intoxicate her, and she gave herself over to animal passions that she never knew she had within her. The scent of her own pussy on the young twin's fingers, held before her face in front of this circle of natives, made her more aroused than she had ever been in her life. She stuck out her tongue to lick the fingers like a starving person might lick up life-giving nutrients. After a minute the girl shoved the fingers in her mouth and still Fanny worked her tongue everywhere she could reach, trying to get all the moisture from the hand.
Now a cheer went up from the onlookers as the twin knelt between Fanny's legs and dipped her face to the moist young pussy in front of her. "Oh, yes. Eat me," Fanny pleaded. The young African girl opened the lips of her cunt with her fingers and began to lick and suck at Fanny's gooey slit. She looked up into those wide blue eyes as the tip of her tongue flicked over the young blonde's swollen clit. At the same time, her twin sister knelt behind Fanny and spread her round ass cheeks with her hands. Fanny now had gorgeous black African twins eating her pussy and licking her asshole simultaneously.
"Oh God," she moaned. "Yes, do it! Lick my ass! Yes!"
The twin in front suddenly shoved two fingers up Fanny's fuckhole and at the same time began to suck on her clit, pulling it into her mouth. The twin behind her actually managed to squeeze the tip of her tongue into the blonde's puckered anus, where it pulsed in and out. Fanny went into orbit. She screamed out as waves of pleasure shot through her suspended, helpless body. Her orgasm seemed to go on forever. After what felt like ages, the girls slowly moved away from the blonde teenager, leaving her shaking and weak, drenched in perspiration, and held up only by the ropes at her wrists.
Picture if you will the young English girl, so recently married and respectable, now soaked in sweat, with her own juices running down her thighs. The circle of African natives around her, appreciating her extreme state of arousal, congratulated the twin sisters and prepared the next stage of Fanny's initiation rite.
While the helpless girl still hung in a partial faint, two of the younger nursing mothers released Fanny's bonds and carried her to a kind of bench which had been set up behind her. The two women lay Fanny on her back, kissing and caressing her breasts tenderly. The bench was a little lower than waist height, padded with layers of colorful fabrics, and only as long as Fanny's upper body, leaving her head and legs unsupported. The two young mothers allowed Fanny's head to hang back, giving her an upside down view of the scene, but they used ropes to tie her ankles to high tree branches, pulling her legs up and apart. Her arms, which hung over the sides of the narrow bench, were bound under it at the wrists. While this was taking place, other women lit the pile of firewood nearby, adding a flickering glow to the evening sky.
The nursing mothers each had breasts that were firm, round, and full of milk. Their nipples were dark and distended. As one young mother knelt between Fanny's thighs to lick up the tangy juices that overflowed from her dripping snatch, the other pressed a nipple into Fanny's mouth to be suckled. And Fanny suckled eagerly! She felt her lust begin to grow again as she tasted the mother's milk intended for the native's black baby. As the men roared their approval, the young mother pulled back from the sucking mouth and squeezed her nipple, squirting milk into Fanny's open mouth and over the lower half of her face. She then stood and lowered her wet, steaming cunt to Fanny's lips. The blonde English girl had not eaten pussy since sampling her cousin, but she had not forgotten how to give pleasure or how the scent of another girl's nether parts aroused her desire. She noticed, however, that the taste of the nursing African mother was somehow earthier, the smell more pungent than her fair skinned cousin. The young black woman held Fanny's head with her hands and humped her face. Fanny was nearing orgasm again as the other woman continued to eat her. The woman straddling Fanny's head soon cried out in strange yelps as she reached orgasm, flooding the girl's mouth and cheeks with her juices. As she stepped back, the others could see that the blonde English teenager's face was wet with milk, sweat, and cunt sauce.
The mothers then switched their positions and repeated the same motions, and again Fanny had almost reached orgasm when they stopped and drew back.
The night had grown fully dark, but the huge bonfire illuminated the scene perfectly, and Fanny could feel its heat from where she lay. It caused her to sweat even more. Secured to the bench, her legs spread and tied high above, Fanny's head hung back dripping with the secretions of the two young mothers. Even her hair was soaked in places with milk and girl-come. While the men chanted, the rest of the women moved in and took turns using Fanny's mouth to get themselves off. Some explored the recesses of her wet, pink folds while others played with her shapely round breasts. It seemed that there were hands touching every part of her body. Fanny licked and sucked every African pussy that came near her mouth, and she twisted and bucked her hips to try and reach another orgasm from the probing of the girls and women. Each time she neared her peak though, the caresses stopped, leaving Fanny ready to beg for more.
While most of the native girls were tall and slender, one particularly attractive girl was more voluptuous. About nineteen or twenty years old, she had wide hips, a big round ass, small waist, and very large breasts. As the other girls stepped back, she moved forward and bent at the waist, allowing her soft, round breasts to dangle in Fanny's face. After nearly smothering the English girl for a minute or two, she straddled Fanny's head like the others had done, but then leaned forward, so that her face was directly over Fanny's pussy. A special stool, the same height as the bench, was placed to support Fanny's head. It was well padded, and just the right height to take the strain from Fanny's neck muscles while allowing her to reach with her tongue the pussy just over her face.
Fanny looked up to find the largest pussy lips she had ever seen. They were dark purple at the edges, bright pink at the center and hung down like fleshy, wrinkled butterfly wings. Fanny quickly sucked one side, then the other into her mouth. The lovely African girl moaned, shook, and began to gush juices into Fanny's hungry mouth.
It was at this point that the men stopped their chanting and came forward. The rest of the women resumed their positions in the circle and took up the rhythm with their drums. Fanny had been too busy to notice, but the men were all fully aroused from watching the young English girl be ravished by their women, and many of them stroked their huge erections. The first man to approach seemed to be the oldest man present, probably in his late thirties, and the other men deferred to him.
He was muscular like the others, but with a somewhat protruding belly and stout legs. He danced up to the bench, shaking his enormous member. The women clapped in time to the rhythm as the huge prick came into view just above Fanny's head. The big man pulled the stool aside for a moment, allowing Fanny's head to fall back. As her mouth fell open, the muscular Negro dangled the head of his cock in front her lips.
Fanny's head hung completely upside down, and from this viewpoint her eyes took in the massive instrument before her. Its head was a dark, reddish purple, and the size of a small apple. The shaft was as black as ebony, slick and shiny, and bulging with thick veins. Fanny could not even begin to guess the length and breadth of the huge dick. She couldn't imagine how that thing would fit in anyone's pussy.
The African squeezed out a drop of clear fluid which the young English girl licked from the tip of his cock. Holding it like a club, the big Negro began to slap the teenager's face with his gigantic meatstick. Fanny kept her mouth open, her tongue straining to lick the huge member as it swatted against her face. "Give it to me," she pleaded. He complied, holding his cock in a way that allowed Fanny to lick first one side then the other, finally placing his massive nutsack over her mouth so that the lovely white girl could lick the sweat from it. The native then placed the head of his cock before the blonde's pouting red lips and pinched her nostrils closed with his fingers. Fanny's mouth gaped instinctively and the big man pushed the head of his enormous cock into the wet opening.
Fanny's cheeks bulged obscenely as the fat cockhead entered her mouth. The white girl's hot, wet mouth on his dick caused the big African to groan. The tip of the huge dick pressed on the back of her tongue, causing Fanny to gag slightly. Her eyes began to water. Lost in the world of her own desires, Fanny didn't even notice her need for air until the fat dickhead was pulled from her mouth, allowing her to take a deep breath.
The tall warrior eased the head of his fuckstick back into Fanny's mouth and pushed, until the tip was pressed against the back of her throat. When she began to gag he massaged her throat with his free hand, and the pale skinned young beauty was able to take part of the swollen knob into her gullet. She gagged again, and as the powerful native pulled his dick out of her mouth, rivulets of Fanny's saliva ran down her smooth cheeks. Strings of her spit stretched from the girl's open mouth to the huge black dick, glistening in the firelight. The helpless young girl gasped for air just before the big cock was plunged into her mouth again.
Now the savage released his hold on Fanny's nose, grabbed a fistful of her hair in one hand and the back of her neck with the other. As he thrust his hips forward, the small crowd of spectators saw half of his throbbing shaft disappear down the throat of the blonde teenager. Her mouth was stretched open as far as it would go and more saliva leaked out around her lips. The circle of onlookers could see the bulge in young white girl's neck where it was invaded by the monstrous prick. The lusty warrior pumped his thick tool in and out of Fanny's throat for a few moments until he felt her convulse.
He didn't want to kill her and he wasn't ready to come yet. As he withdrew his huge cock it was followed by thick, shining ropes of the blonde's saliva which the African used to lubricate his shaft. Fanny gasped and coughed, more saliva running down her face into her hair. To the amazement of everyone there, the English girl opened her mouth again and stretched out her tongue. "Mmmm," she mewled. "Give me some more." Her pale blue eyes gazed up at him with a look of undisguised lust. The big native only laughed and smacked her face with his thick cock, spreading the saliva around.
While Fanny's throat was being raped by the sturdy African, the girl on top of her had been teasing the blonde girl's pink, wet folds. The voluptuous, dark- skinned girl turned now to the big man and spoke to him in imploring tones. Though Fanny couldn't understand the words—indeed, she wasn't even sure the savages used words—she could easily guess the meaning. The girl wanted to get fucked. The man lifted Fanny's head so that her tongue could reach the other girl's dangling labia, and the horny English girl went back to work licking and sucking the tangy dark lips. The stool was placed under Fanny's head again, and the trembling native girl lowered her pussy onto the blonde's face. The black girl's hips began to grind, pressing her cunt flesh against Fanny's lips, tongue, nose and chin.
The big man stopped them before the girl could orgasm. He pressed the head of his gigantic meatstick against the busty girl's opening, and gradually worked the head in. A sigh came from the big breasted African girl. The warrior continued to work more and more of his thick shaft into the girl's fuckhole, and now moans could be heard. Soon almost the entire ebony rod was buried in the girl's wet hole, and Fanny could see every detail only inches from her face. As the huge dick bottomed out at the girl's cervix, a pair of heavy balls slapped against the blonde's forehead. Fanny could hear the squelching sounds as the two natives fucked, and she could smell the combined odors of the couple's sweat and fuck juices. Each time the cock withdrew she could see the girl's wetness coating the thick black fuck tool. Its taste still lingered on Fanny's lips, and she reached up with her tongue to gather some more.
The big Negro couldn't help but gasp as the English teenager licked the bottom of his shaft as it plunged in and out of the native pussy. Fanny tried to insert her tongue at the exact point where the girl's labia were stretched by the fat dick, and her tongue found the African girl's clit. While the blonde tickled her clit orally the warrior pounded the black girl's cunt with his heavy spear, hitting her g-spot. The girl began to shudder and shake her ass wildly. Just as she began to orgasm, her lover pulled out his thick cock. He knew what would happen next. The girl squirted a flood of clear liquid girl- come straight into Fanny's open mouth and onto her face.
Fanny raised her mouth to the slippery pussy lips and cleaned up as much of the juice as she could. Before this moment the blue-eyed English girl never knew that girls could squirt when they came, and she wanted to see it again. She was not disappointed.
When the girl's trembling subsided, the man stepped forward again and rammed his big dick home. After no more than a dozen strokes the girl began to scream and quiver. The cock was pulled out and again the girl flooded Fanny's mouth with come. The blonde teen swallowed as much as she could, while quantities of the fluid ran down her face and into her hair.
Now the warrior was in no mood to wait any longer. Gripping the round ass cheeks of the native girl, he pounded his enormous cock in and out as hard and fast as he could. With her lips Fanny took hold of one side of the girl's slick labia and sucked it into her mouth, then released it and did the same with other side. The girl screamed again, but this time the man did not pull out. As the juices came streaming out around the ebony cock Fanny drank up as much as she could, though much of it spilled over her face.
Finally, with a roar the big Negro came. Jet after jet of hot, thick come shot deep into the native girl's loins. While his dick was still pumping, the man pulled out and sent two more shots of come into the blonde's open mouth. The next squirt stretched across her cheekbone and the bridge of her nose. More come dribbled from the end of the huge cock and Fanny reached with her tongue to catch it, but he didn't let her. Instead, as the black savage stroked the last of the come from his massive club, he smeared the teenager's face with its tip, spreading his come over her lips and cheeks.
"Mmmm, give me more come," the English girl begged. The experienced warrior knew just what to do. Taking the African girl by the shoulders, he raised her so that she stood with her come-filled fuck tunnel directly over the blonde's face. Fanny began to suck at the girl's sloppy cunt. As the gorgeous white teenager licked, the come began to flow into her mouth. The dark-skinned girl helped by squeezing her vaginal muscles, and copious amounts of thick, white cream drizzled into Fanny's hungry mouth. She kept licking and sucking until the native's pussy was clean, and her labia shone only with the English girl's saliva.
The rest of the men now moved in to have their turn with the hot blonde fuckdoll. The native girl was pulled roughly out of the way, and the stool was yanked from under Fanny's head, letting it fall back once more so that she saw the world upside down. As the men formed a tight circle around the bench, one thrust his cock in the blonde's face while another rubbed the head of his big dick against her pink pussy lips. She needed to come so badly, but Fanny had never had a dick even half as big as the one now at the entrance to her love tunnel. The owner of the dick spat on his thick shaft and used his hand to smear it over the head. He forced the fat head into her pussy, causing her mouth to open in a groan. The native at her head used this opportunity to shove his massive fuckstick into the blonde girl's mouth.
The warrior between Fanny's thighs soon managed to ease almost half of his enormous prick into the young blonde's tight snatch. Already, with less than half of the African's dick inside her, Fanny had never been so filled in her life. Her gasps were drowned by the huge dick in her mouth, pushing against the back of her throat. The cock in her pussy began to inch slowly in and draw back out, so that with each thrust a little more was crammed inside her stuffed hole. After several minutes of this effort, the African was rewarded by seeing almost his entire ebony war club disappear between the blonde girl's pink petals. Then it hit the entrance to her womb and could go no farther. Although Fanny could see none of this from her position, she thought she must soon faint from the pain.
The tormented English girl thrashed and tried to cry out, but the only sounds that emerged were muffled grunts. The cock in her mouth was forcing its way farther down her throat, making even breathing difficult. Somehow her body's natural gag reflex had lessened, and Fanny was able to take more and more of the black invader into her gullet without the convulsive heaves she had experienced only a few minutes earlier. In her helpless state she could do nothing as the two muscular Africans pummeled her body at either end. As the cock in her pussy worked slowly in and out, the blonde's fuck hole stretched, her juices coated it, and the massive member began to slide more easily. Suddenly the sensation of fullness changed from pain to extreme pleasure mixed with pain. Fanny began to fuck back.
The two warriors picked up her rhythm and synchronized their movements. As the cock in her pussy was withdrawn, the one in her mouth slid deep down her throat, and vice versa. The African at her head mauled her delicate white breasts with one hand while with the other he roughly grabbed the back of her head. He used this leverage to force even more of his monster dick down the helpless girl's throat. As the two studs increased their tempo, Fanny felt her coming orgasm begin to build. The villagers looked on in amazement as the English teenager gave the two warriors the fuck of their lives. The drumming and shouting of the women grew louder.
As the two huge black cocks hammered the young blonde, pulling almost completely out before slamming into her again, Fanny hit her first peak. Her muffled screams of pleasure only inflamed the lust of the Negroes. They fucked her harder. Fanny rode another wave of orgasm, higher and higher, until it seemed she would never come down. Her spasms went on and on, and the newly corrupted teen could hardly believe that her body could sustain this much pleasure. The stud fucking her mouth came next. He pumped what felt like a quart of hot come directly into Fanny's gullet. She didn't even need to swallow. As his shudders tapered off, he pulled out his fat shining cock and wiped it on the lovely blonde's saliva smeared face. Seeing this, the spear chucker in her cunt whipped out his cock, moved quickly to the other end of the bench, and jerked his cock in the white girl's face. She opened her mouth to catch his seed, but the first rope overshot its mark and left a trail across her left breast and neck. The next shot hit Fanny's chin and she stretched to catch some of it in her mouth. The big Black never came so much in his life, and as he jerked his thick cock he moved it around so that each jet covered a different part of the young blonde's face.
"Mmmm, I want your come," Fanny pleaded, and her tongue gathered as much of the thick sauce as she could reach. The African helped by using the head of his dick to spoon it into her mouth. Fanny eagerly took the massive purple head into her mouth time and again to receive another taste of the musky fluid. The big man signaled one of the native girls to approach, and he gave some commands in their strange clicking language. The slender brown girl bent over Fanny and licked up the come that lay on her neck and breast, and shared a very sloppy kiss with the blonde teenager.
After that, the rest of the village men had their way with the young English girl. Mostly they followed the pattern set by the first pair of ravishers, fucking her simultaneously in pussy and throat, then coming in her mouth or on her face. Each of the men's cocks was nearly as big, and in some cases bigger, than the first warriors who defiled her. Some chose to come deep in Fanny's vagina, leaving her fuckhole filled to the brim with wiggling spermatozoa. The last to fuck her was a slim young lad with scarcely a hair on his smooth body, but with a cock the size of the blonde's forearm. He eased his big tool inside her almost reverently, before humping her like an animal and shooting an enormous load in her face.
After all the men had come on or in the blonde teen at least once, the ceremony degenerated into an all-out orgy. Fanny was untied and carried from the bench, only to be staked to the ground spread-eagle. The villagers then began to fuck each other in every position imaginable. As each male pumped his load of semen into a dusky snatch, the Negress would then squat over Fanny's mouth to have the gooey white stuff sucked out by the beautiful white English girl. By the time the lust of the villagers was spent the bonfire had burned down to a pile of glowing embers. In their soft reddish light the lovely Fanny Chamberlain could be seen, her body smeared with the sex juices of more than thirty native savages, a look of contented fulfillment on her face. |
19,442 | Wrecking the Homewrecker | Fibaro | NonConsent/Reluctance | 2021-02-20 | 2021-12-20 | 2022-01-01 15:45:25 | 11 | literotica.com | https://www.literotica.com/s/wrecking-the-homewrecker-pt-01 | 1. Sally gets revenge on her stepmother. 2. Sally takes further control. 3. Rose starts off the week on a bad note. 4. Sally takes further control. 5. Rose gets found out. 6. Bernice takes advantage. 7. Rose goes over for her day at Bernice. 8. Bernice makes the sluts play. 9. Bernice tests both sluts. 10. Bernice continues her fun. 11. Sally returns home. | ['Age Gap', 'Blackmail', 'Cunninglingus', 'Femdom', 'Humiliation', 'Lesbian', 'Noncon', 'Revenge', 'Step Daughter', 'Step Mother'] | 4.38 | Intro
Sally had been 16 when her parents divorced, right at the peak of her puberty and it had had a devastating effect on her. She felt angry and betrayed but most of that anger got aimed at her new stepmother Rose. She was the woman her father had cheated on her mother with and the woman he then married. As far as she was concerned she was the source of all evil and the source of all her pain.
Rationally she should have known that her father being quite the womaniser was just as much at fault, probably even more so. Her own mother had been the third wife of her father and now Rose was the fourth. He had cheated on every wife of his and married the woman he had cheated with, a pattern that was expected to be repeated eventually and it did when Rose became his secretary. If she should be angry at someone it should be at her dad, but being his only child and a real daddy's girl being angry at the invader was so much easier.
The fact that Rose acted quite distant and cold to her didn't help either. In retrospect it probably didn't matter all that much as she was angry at her and however she acted would have been wrong. What probably hurt most and fuelled her anger even more was the fact that her stepmother looked down on her. She had two children of her own, a son Jason who was three years older than her and a daughter Jessy who was two years older than her. Between the three of them Sally was the least pretty, she knew it and she felt it in how she was treated.
While she remained very much her daddy's girl and she could do nothing wrong in his eyes, she was often left with her stepmother and her children as her father spend a lot of time out of the house for work. Whenever they were out everyone was always way friendlier to her step siblings than they were to her and it stung enormously.
As far as looks were concerned Sally certainly hadn't hit the jack pot. She ha curly copper hair, a pale skin that burned with the slightest unprotected exposure to sunlight, freckles all over her face and torso and bright green eyes. In that regard she certainly took after her mother with the exception that her mother made it work perfectly with her petite well proportioned frame. She on the other hand took more after her father. She was quite tall for a woman standing at 5'11" and while she wasn't fat, she was rather big boned. Her slight lack of breasts that never seemed to develop to more than an A cup didn't do her figure any favours either, she was mainly bottom heavy, her weight going into her bottom thighs and belly. While she tried working out that didn't make her any skinnier, it only caused her to develop quite a lot of muscle, not that it was noticeable under her excess fat, but it did make her surprisingly strong.
Rose on the other hand was definitely a trophy wife. She stood at about 5'9", had long slender legs, long straight blonde hair, bright blue eyes and a skin that tanned easily. Despite being forty she kept in great shape with a flat stomach, luscious hips and a pair of D cup breasts. Her daughter was nearly an exact copy of her mother in younger version. She was only 5'7" tall and a little less curvy. Jason on the other hand stood at about the same height as Sally, he was lean muscular with a short dirty blond buzzcut.
Her father Robert's attraction came mainly from his money and power. He was a big heavy man, severely balding already and in his mid-sixties. The main reason he could get all these women was his huge fortune and power in the city. He knew someone in pretty much every position and had quite the long reach as well. It was a public secret that his businesses were quite shady. No one dared to cross him, while he was quite friendly that stopped the moment you hurt him or his family. He really looked out for those he cared about and all his ex-wives were left with enough resources to live a good and easy life. Afterall he had no beef with them, he just sometimes craved something new.
As time dragged on Sally's anger and frustration only grew. At school she wasn't the most popular, often getting teased about her looks. Her step siblings had moved out to college, they only returned during breaks of which the next one was the big summer break in a couple of weeks time. Despite them being gone Sally was still treated with a certain contempt when she headed out with her stepmother.
Sally was now in her senior year of high school. She had turned 18 a couple of months ago and her long boiling anger at her stepmother came to an eruption. Not because of something her stepmother did, but because she turned down by a girl at school she had tried to ask out. Ever since she had started exploring her sexuality she had discovered that she was more interested in girls than in guys. It had only made her even more of an outcast at school and more frustrated at home. No matter how much she hated her stepmother and step siblings she had to admit she wouldn't mind getting into either Rose or Jessy's panties. They were both hot, despite rose being more than twice her age.
Having never gotten a boy or girlfriend Sally had had to rely on porn to relief her sexual frustration. That moment of bless after an orgasm never failed to make her forget about her stepmother or the teasing at school at least for a bit. It were these moments of bless that soon had her hooked, hooked to the point where she spend most of her free time chasing orgasms to increasingly perverted porn. Asking that girl from her class out a few weeks before her summer break was about to start was an attempt to build out something real after all, to get a healthier view on sexuality, but the rejection had ruined that.
Her way of coping turned out to be lashing out at her stepmother. Coming home after that rejection she went straight up to her room like she did so often did, jilling herself to some hardcore lesbian domination porn as she started to plot a plan for revenge against her stepmother for all the pain she had caused her, taking her dad away from her mom. If she could get out some of her sexual frustrations at the same time it would tackle two things at once. The more she thought and masturbated to it, the more a plan started to form and the more she was starting to look forward to it. She would make that bitch of a Rose redeem herself to her whatever it took.
The Setup
Over the course of the week Sally had continued plotting her revenge. She collected everything she needed so that she was ready to set everything in motion this evening. It was Friday meaning that she had all the time in the world to extract her revenge. On Friday's her dad always spend the night at one of his nightclubs doing 'business' since he didn't want to disturb the night rest of his family those nights always ended by sleeping in one of the luxurious backrooms of those nightclubs. It was mostly early morning when he headed to bed, followed by sleeping in late and going back to another one of his businesses when he woke up. What mattered most for Sally's plan though that her father wouldn't be home until Saturday evening giving her all the time she could need.
When Sally came home from school wearing that stupid mandatory uniform from the expensive private school she attended she immediately got to work. Normally the first thing she did when arriving home was stripping out of that soft pink tartan pleated skirt, the white knee-high socks, white blouse, soft pink tartan tie, the soft pink blaze and the black flats. It was a uniform that symbolised the elegance and feminine grace of her all girl's school, all things Sally didn't have making her hate that uniform even more. God she was already looking forward to when she wouldn't have to wear those things anymore in a week's time next week being her last one.
For now changing into something more comfortable could wait though. Rose nearly always arrived within the hour of her coming home from school and that meant she needed to get the first step out of the way quickly. With a big smirk she roofied the expensive bottle of white wine, something Rose would have certainly noticed if she had come home. After all having a glass of her favourite wine was always the first thing she did when she came home from her busy social life. With her father brining in the money Rose had quit her job and spent her days doing whatever she liked.
Now that was out of the way all that was left to do for Sally was to wait for her stepmother to arrive. Following her usual routine Rose would most likely just go to the outside lounge as the weather was quite nice, and enjoy her wine there before getting their dinner ready. Sally just stayed in her uniform, actually putting on a little mascara as well for added effect later on in her plan. She never wore makeup otherwise, but for this it would be perfect. A big smile spread across her face as she heard her stepmother come home.
Impatiently Sally waited about half an hour just to be sure that the drug would take full effect. She then took a pair of pink leather cuffs she had bought during the week and headed down to the outside lounge fining her Stepmother in a very drowsy state with half a glass of wine on the table beside her. A big smirk spread across her face as she got to work.
First things first. Using her only semi-conscious stepmother's thumbprint, she unlocked her phone and installed a parental control app on it. She then shoved the phone into her Stepmother's hand, starting a recording. Taking the hand holding the phone Sally then positioned it on her stepmother's stomach so it filmed down in front of her and wouldn't fall or move too much.
Having found the right angle she proceeded by lifting the light skirt of her stepmothers flowery summer dress. Apparently she was wearing a pair of sheer nude pantyhose above a pair of white lace panties. Licking her lips Sally ripped the crotch of her stepmother's sheer nylons and moved the panties aside revealing her warm yet unaroused pussy lips underneath a neat blonde strip of pubic hair.
Smiling broadly Sally then cuffed her own hands behind her back, the clasp easy to undo herself if they didn't get locked. With her hands cuffed behind her back she got down on her knees and moved in between her stepmother's legs. She could smell her pussy and it smelled amazing. Not waiting a minute longer she had a taste, licking her stepmothers pussy gave her a thrill, she tasted as good as she smelled, but it was mainly how taboo it all was that turned her on greatly. After all she didn't imagine herself as a pleaser, no she imagined herself as the one who needed to be pleased.
This wasn't that bad either though, most of all it was necessary, even if she wouldn't have liked it what this would accomplish eventually would make this more than worth it. The thought alone made her wet and seemingly her tongue eventually managed to make her stepmother wet. A minute later the real fun started when Rose let out her first moan. Instantly Sally's smirk went over to a fake sad and distressed look while she dutifully kept eating her stepmother's pussy.
An Idea to make this even more realistic then popped in her head. With a swift motioned she undid one of the cuffs, moved her stepmothers free hand to the back of her head then relocked the cuff and carried on licking and looking distressed. She continued until her stepmother came all over her face, making her mascara run creating a thoroughly used and abused look.
Undoing her cuffs Sally quickly got out from between her drowsy' stepmothers thighs. She easily took the phone out of her hands and stopped the recording. Watching the video she was very pleased with herself. Most of it had the exact effect that she hoped for. It looked like Rose had forced poor Sally straight back from school to sexually pleasure her. Of course to make sure only that was seen Sally quickly opened the photo and video library and cut the start of the video right until her distressed look with the hand on her head started. The end she cut off until right after Rose's orgasm. With those edits made she send the video to her own phone, deleting the message off of Rose's phone and locked it with the parental control app so that the video couldn't be deleted without her approval.
Now that the biggest part of her setup was completed Sally used her stepmother's phone to make a little photoshoot. The first pick she snapped was a closeup of her own glistening wet pussy framed by the big bush of wiry copper hairs. Then a close up of her butthole was made, followed by a closeup of her soles which also looked up her skirt in the distance and finally a full body picture with her blouse unbuttoned and her tits out while she held her skirt up revealing her pussy and looking distraught. She made the picture of her pussy her stepmothers screen saver while turning the other pictures into the background for each of her phone screens before locking it all under parental control, her control.
Satisfied with her work Sally carried her stepmother upstairs to the master bedroom. She forced the still very drowsy woman to take a sleeping pill then stripped her completely naked and tucked her in bed. Looking at the beautiful body of her helpless oh so sexy stepmother turned her on greatly. God it would be so easy to take advantage of her now, but no now was not the time. No matter how big the urge was she had to be patient. She had to force herself to contain her urges as she walked out of her stepmother's room, leaving her be for the remainder of the evening and the night. On her way out of the room she couldn't keep herself from taking Rose's soiled panties as a trophy though.
Moving back downstairs Sally ordered herself a pizza since dinner with her stepmother was obviously cancelled. After it arrived she stripped completely naked, headed into the living room and started playing the video she had just made on loop while gently playing with herself and eating.
That's how she ended up spending her entire evening, when the pizza was finished she just moved the box aside and took her stepmothers panties, sniffing them to add extra life to the memory of what had happened earlier. She did have a hard time knowing that Rose was knock out and ready to take advantage off upstairs, the temptation was huge. The only thing giving her the strength not to take advantage of her was the idea of how great it would be to take advantage of her for the very first time when she was fully aware.
After working herself to multiple orgasms Sally finally decided to call it a night. Shutting off the television she went upstairs, setting her alarm really early before going to sleep. She couldn't wait till tomorrow when she would kick off the next phase of her plan. One thing was for sure though. She wanted to be awake before her stepmother got up.
The Confrontation
Normally Sally wasn't an early riser, but this morning was different. Instead of cursing her alarm she got up giddy with excitement. Throwing on nothing but her cotton bathrobe on her otherwise naked body she moved downstairs, eagerly awaiting her stepmother's arrival.
Rose was a little less eager to wake up when her alarm went off. She had a terrible headache for some reason. What had happened last night? Had she drank that much? Hell she couldn't even remember a thing about last night all that she knew was that her head hurt. Strange, she hadn't had a hangover since her last sorority party back when she was in college, and while she did indulge her love of wine, especially now that she could afford the good expensive stuff, she never drank more than two glasses an evening. Unless she went to a restaurant, but even then she never got drunk.
Something strange was going on for sure and she couldn't quite put her finger on it, in any case maybe her yoga class, the reason she set her alarm on Saturdays in the first place would do her good. With a groan she got up and went to take a shower which at least relieved some of the tension. Out of the shower she put on her grey spandex leggings with purple stripes on the sides on, she paired them with her purple sports bra with grey shoulder straps and back, a pair of white ankle socks and purple sneakers. Tying her hair into a tight high ponytail she headed downstairs to get a quick breakfast.
Arriving in the kitchen she was a bit surprised to see Sally up already, sipping a coffee at the kitchen table. On normal Saturdays Sally only got up way after she came back from her yoga. She also had a weird smirk on her face, but thinking nothing more of it Rose just went to the counter to prepare her granola yoghurt.
Before Rose could make it to the counter however Sally turned her stepmothers surprise at seeing her into complete and utter shock. Grabbing a firm hold of Rose's wrist Sally spun her around and planted a big kiss right on her stepmother's lips, forcing her tongue into her mouth without much problems as Rose was too shocked and caught off guard to anticipate. Sally's tongue tasted bitter like the coffee she drank, Rose hated coffee.
It only took Rose a second or two to process what was happening through the shock but breaking free from her stepdaughter's disgusting kiss took way longer. It lasted nearly ten seconds in the end, but for Rose that felt like an eternity.
When she finally broke free she instantly started screaming. "What the fuck is wrong with you you disgusting bitch?! You're so fucking grounded, I'm going to have a hearty phone call with your father and trust me he's going to be so fucking pissed. Oh being disturbed so early in the morning while he's probably still sleeping and hearing what you've done! You're so fucking done for. You'll be lucky if you get to leave the house at all during the summer break!" Rose screamed in anger and disgust threatening with what she could. Much to her surprise Sally didn't seem afraid in the slightest. Instead she had a huge self-satisfied smirk plastered across her face.
Totally unimpressed Sally spoke up calmly. "Oh sure, why don't you call my father, I think that's a great idea, before you do though you should see something first. I mean it's very important, because if you call him I'm sure he'll want to know all about that too." Sally said using her phone to turn on the television in the distance, playing the movie she had shot yesterday. A loud sound of moaning filled the house which only seemed to infuriated Rose even more.
"What the hell is that? Have you put on porn or something like that? This is outrageous god you're so right, your father will want to know about this this is just insane!" Rose scolded disgusted by the moans she was hearing although they sounded eerily familiar. While she didn't want to look at whatever filthy video Sally had put on, she wonder why she seemed to insist it was so important and so her curiosity getting the better of her she went out to look, her phone already at the ready to call Robert.
Seeing what was playing on the television Rose was instantly disturbed. This video looked sick, some weird lesbian porn where one woman was forcing another to eat her pussy. There was something wrong with it though. Upon further inspection she was shocked to see that the woman being forced to eat pussy was Sally, her stepdaughter. The setting looked like their outside lounge, and that hand holding her head down, god it had her wedding ring and her manicure. It was her hand! No this couldn't be, this didn't happen, this couldn't have happened, she would never do such a thing. Hell she would never even consider doing anything with another woman, let alone force her.
Sally just looked on with a smirk as she watched the red anger on her stepmother's face be replaced by pale shock as she figured out what exactly was being shown. "Naughty naughty stepmommy what did you do to your poor stepdaughter? Using and abusing her in such a deviant sexual way when she only just came home from school. What would my father say if he found out? What would the police say?" Sally whispered in her shocked stepmother's ear who kept staring at the screen.
"Th...this isn't realy, I didn't do that. No it can not be real." She stammered in shock, a chill running down her spine. This was so wrong, she could never let her husband see this. With his reputation her life might quite literally be over, she thought in horror.
"Oh, but it's very real, although you are technically correct you didn't do this well not actively at least. You were just a prop. I roofied your wine last night and where you were out in a daze I staged this nice little movie. It looks very real though wouldn't you agree? Hell this is even just a copy, the original is on your phone. This was filmed by your phone which I'm sure even the dumbest detective would find out. Don't worry though, I've made sure to make all evidence of the roofies and last night's wine disappear so the only evidence there is about what transpired yesterday evening is that video. So are you going to call my dad or should I call him? Crying hysterically as I explain how I can't take your constant abuse anymore after these long two years, asking him if I should go to the police or what? I bet you'd be lucky if he got the police involved." Sally whispered menacingly, knowing she had Rose right where she wanted her.
"Y...you wouldn't do that, I never laid a finger on you, never! Your dad knows that, he knows I never laid a finger on you." Rose tried to defend herself absolute dread and horror taking a hold of her. If this ever saw the light of day she was done for for sure.
"Oh does he? I mean does her really know? Has he been present here all the time? Have we never been alone? I know you haven't laid a finger on me, but does he know. In any case that doesn't really matter. That was all in the past, going forward you're going to lay a lot of fingers on me and I on you. Our bond hasn't always been the best, but that's going to change as well. Going forward we're going to become very close. Now are you going to be nice to me or do we have to call my dad and find out whether or not he knows that you would never do such a thing?" Sally asked wrapping an arm around her stepmother's breasts, pulling her close while using her other arm to wrap around her stomach and cup her pussy through her leggings.
"No please Sally don't." Rose whispered near crying. Not only was her freedom or life at stake here, her kids were also in a bind. What would they do without their mother? She doubted Robert would give them anything after what she supposedly did to his daughter, they would probably have to quit college and struggle to find work or a place to live. As much as she always disliked Sally she was the one Robert cared about above all else. A sob story from her would probably be enough to ruin her, but this video... as disgusted as she was by letting her stepdaughter touch her like this she didn't dare to pull away or push her hands away.
"Hmmm well I think you are going to have to do better than that. What about another kiss? A real one this time? Not one you are trying to escape from? Also I think you should Call me Mistress from now on. Mistress Sally sounds about right." Sally said giving her stepmothers pussy a squeeze through her leggings before spinning her around to face her again. Smirking down on her stepmother Sally engaged in another lip lock, forcing her tongue in her stepmother's mouth and exploring it. This went on for a mortifying full minute before Sally finally broke it off, Rose had been too scared to act all this time.
"Now stepmommy I think it was about time you repaid me, as you can see, I gave you an orgasm yesterday, or well you forced me. I think it's only fair that you returned the favour right?" Sally asked with a mocking tone. She loved the power rush of seeing her bitch of a stepmother at her mercy, bossing her around. Rose had ruined her life and now it was time for her to return that favour.
Rose just stood there shocked submitting to that kiss had been so very wrong, but what choice did she have? This was so much worse though, she couldn't do such a thing not in a million ways. Clearly Sally had other ideas though as she untied the rope of her bathrobe and just dropped it to the floor revealing her appalling fully naked body to her stepmother. Hell she couldn't even see a pussy on her stepdaughter, hidden behind all that wiry copper hair.
As much as it would have hurt to see that look of disgust on someone's face if she revealed her naked body to them, it now only brought a smirk to Sally's face. She wanted her stepmother to be disgusted. She wanted her to suffer and it looked like that was exactly what she was going to do. "What's the matter? Don't you like my body? Don't you think I'm sexy?" Sally asked with a smirk as she struck a pose.
Lost for words Rose just stood there, disturbed horror was pretty much the only feeling she had. She couldn't spot a single thing she found sexy about her stepdaughter. Not only was she not good looking at all, this was just so wrong. Sally was her stepdaughter for Christ's sake. She shouldn't find her sexy. This was wrong on so many levels and yet she knew better than to insult Sally, especially now. "Oh you look amazing Sa... Mistress Sally." Rose forced herself to say although it was very obvious that she wasn't being genuine in the slightest.
Sally didn't really care about sincerity at all. She knew her stepmother couldn't be genuine about this, still she loved hearing her say it. "Well you know what they say right? Actions speak louder than words. If I really look that amazing shouldn't you be all over me? I bet you can't wait to return the favour and eat my pussy right? Look, it's even very wet just for you." Sally said with a huge smirk pushing a finger in her wet pussy and showing how it glistened in the light.
"P...please Sa... Mistress Sally, I can't please this is just so wrong, you are my stepdaughter I can't do something like that." Rose stammered, her stomach turning at just the thought of getting any closer to her naked stepdaughter. Instead she took a step backwards. Most of all she wanted to run, but she couldn't, not until she was sure that Sally wouldn't call her father and show him this video still playing in the background.
"Of course you can, you just need to change your perspective a little. I'm not your stepdaughter anymore, I'm your Mistress and you aren't my stepmother anymore, you're my slut, bitch, property or whatever else I want to call you. Your new wrong is not doing exactly as I say and your new right is doing what I say, now when I say that actions speak louder than words then what should you do bitch?" Sally asked with a smirk, god she loved calling her stepmother that right to her face.
"I...I should lick your pussy." Rose stammered in complete and utter shock not finding the courage to challenge her stepdaughter over calling her a bitch. She was terrified and yet she couldn't get herself to actually get a move on. It was just so wrong.
"Then why don't I feel your fucking tongue against my fucking pussy you stupid slut?" Sally asked sharply. She saw that her stepmother wasn't even making an attempt to get a move on, instead just standing here frozen in place looking horrified. Realising that nothing would happen until she made it happen Sally walked over to her, giving her stepmother a hard smack across her cheeks that made her ears ring before grabbing onto her hair and roughly walking around the couch, sitting down and roughly forcing her stepmothers face into her hairy pussy, just like she had made it look in the video.
Rose was shocked out of her mind, she had really lost any authority over her stepdaughter and while Sally was surprisingly strong making her doubt she could fight the girl, it was her threat of that video that kept her from trying. In a normal case a jury or a real investigation might end up exposing the video for the fake it was, but Robert wasn't known to use the law to fix problems. No one knew exactly what he did, but everyone knew not to cross him the wrong way. She was scared out of her mind and as a result she could do nothing against Sally. She screamed as the pain in her scalp forced her to follow along with where Sally led her, a scream that got muffled quite quickly by Sally's stinking pussy.
It smelled horrid, slightly fish yet sweaty at the same time. The pubic hair was sticky with new and old juices, but the lips hidden underneath were sopping wet. She cringed as her own lips made contact with them, her nose buried in the stinking bush, but she didn't have the courage to do anything but look up at Sally in fear.
"Well what are you waiting for? I still can't feel your tongue. I don't mind sitting here like this all day long if that is what it takes, well at least until my father is about to get home. If you haven't behaved by then I'll show him this video instead so what is it going to be? Are you going to behave and we can keep this a secret? Or are you going to spend all day in this position before I complain to daddy about what a horrible perverted stepmom you have been to me all along?" Sally asked as an ultimatum.
Reluctantly Rose gave in to her stepdaughter's demented demand. It grossed her out beyond believe, but she stuck out her tongue and started wiggling it against Sally's warm wet mound. The feel and taste were just as gross as the smell was, even grosser and making matters worse Sally came all over her face and into her mouth nearly instantly. She had been looking forward for this moment for so long that all the pent-up excitement escaped the moment she felt her stepmother's tongue.
If Rose thought that was the end of this torment, she was sorely mistaken. Instead Sally kept her head firmly in place against her pussy moaning. "Mmm that's it slut, wiggle that tongue in deep, I want to feel you deep inside me, as deep as you can go. You better give it your best effort as well or you're going to regret it." Sally said viciously tightening her grip on her stepmother's hair pulling it painfully.
Now that she had given in to that first command she didn't put up as much resistance for this next one anymore. Defeated Rose wiggled her tongue as deep into Sally's stinking pussy as she possibly could. The taste got tangier the deeper she wiggled her tongue.
While Rose suffered between her legs, Sally was in heaven. Getting her revenge along with the satisfaction of one of her long-standing fantasies was pure bless. The best thing was that this was only just the start. There was so much she still wanted to do with and to her stepmother, but right now getting her pussy eaten was pretty spectacular, enough to sate her for now.
Sally kept her stepmothers head locked against her sopping wet pussy for nearly an hour and too many orgasms to count. Rose's tongue wiggling had reduced drastically over time as it got completely spent from this action she wasn't used to at all. Sally hadn't cared though, she had just taken to grinding against her stepmothers face instead, getting out a few more orgasms before finally releasing her.
Rose instantly fell back, taking a deep breath of fresh air, but whatever air she could suck in remained strongly laced with the scent of Sally's pussy. Her face was soaked, the front of her hair was soaked and even her sports bra and breasts were from what had dripped down her chin. Leaning back all she could do was look up at her smirking deeply satisfied stepdaughter.
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19,443 | The Wrestler | evilbread666 | NonConsent/Reluctance | 2015-09-19 | 2015-11-12 | 2022-01-01 14:47:54 | 2 | literotica.com | https://www.literotica.com/s/the-wrestler-ch-01 | 1. A man learns the ways of Women's Wrestling. 2. A young man is now owned by a huge BBW wrestler. | ['Ass', 'Bbw', 'Boobs', 'Breasts', 'Domination', 'Facesitting', 'Huge Tits', 'Smother', 'Ssbbw', 'Wrestling'] | 3.91 | My name is David. I have always been interested in sports. Here's the problem: I'm too small. I am 5 foot 5 inches tall. I barely weigh 130 pounds. That's why I went a different route: sports medicine. It was a natural fit. I couldn't play sports competitively, but I could still hang out in the field. I could heal athletes ankles and knees. And not for nothing, but it was a fairly lucrative career path.
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"The WWO, which is the Women's Wrestling Organization, is looking for a manager for one of their up and coming wrestlers. It says here you have to complete a two year stint with them and they will sign off on your internship. Seems pretty weird. I'll just toss it."
"Wait! I need this. Where is it?"
He sighed. "Alabama. This is some real hillbilly stuff right here, if you want my honest opinion. You'll have to pack up and move your life there. I highly recommend you just wait for something else. This has got to be a dive."
I thought hard. "No. I'm doing it. This could get me a different experience from anyone else. And it's either this or I keep waiting."
And so it happened. I had my bags packed and I drove all the way down to Alabama from Pennsylvania. During my drive, a lot of emotions raced through my mind. Was I doing the right thing? Is this the path I was meant to take? All of these questions raced through my brain. Alabama was a completely different world. I had heard mixed things about the South. I've always heard of southern hospitality, but also of slack jawed yokels. I didn't really know what to expect, so I decided to go in with a clean slate and hope for the best.
I pulled up to the venue, named Earl's Wrestle Shack. It looked like it was about to fall apart. The inside looked almost like a run down gym, with mostly wood paneling and some dust in the hot Alabama air. There was a lone man behind the counter with his feet kicked up on the table. He had a name tag on that read: Earl.
"Excuse me. I'm here for the internship."
Earl sat up. "Well boy howdy. I didn't actually think you'd come. We don't exactly get a lot of traffic from city folk, you know."
"Well," I said. "I want to make a difference here. It seems like an..." I saw a rat chase another rat down some holes. "Like an exciting opportunity." I gave him the most courteous smile I could muster. I had always considered myself a very polite person, above all else.
"Well ain't that something," he said. I could sense a cackle, though it was subtle. He pulled out a file from his desk. "This here's Abigail." He plopped down a picture and some paper on the desk. I looked over it while he talked. "She is a newer wrestler in the WWO and we want to start giving them help from the git-go." The file stated that she was 5'6" and weighed 145. She had brown hair and brown eyes, and actually looked pretty cute. He wondered if the two of them could get know each other in other ways. He laughed to himself, considering she would probably wear the pants in the relationship. She might body press him. "So," Earl said. "Are you ready to start?"
"Yes."
"Well ain't that wonderful. I need you to sign some waivers."
"Anything I need to know?" I asked, as I started signing what was in front of me.
"Yeah probly. You need to know that whatever happens out there is part of the program, so you need to be tough at times. Stay outside of the ring and you should be fine."
"That seems pretty obvious. Anything else?"
"Yes." His voice grew a bit grave. "These girls have a code. You have to follow their code. Breaking it can and will cause you great harm. Just play the game, and you will do well. Try to fight them, and only tragedy will come of it." He paused and leaned back. His frown eased into a toothy grin and a hearty laugh. "Well that about settles it don't it? She has a match tonight. She ain't gonna win, but it's a good opportunity to get to know her early, so go in there and be supportive."
"What do you mean she isn't going to win?" I asked.
"She's up against Daisy. Daisy hasn't lost a match. I'm all for a good David versus Goliath story, but these kinds of upsets just don't happen 'round here. Naw, just take it for what it's worth and get to know her."
I couldn't believe someone would say that. He walked me to the locker room and I met my new wrestler. Abigail looked just like her picture. She was very pretty.
"Hello, I'm David. Looks like I'm your new manager."
She looked up at me. "Hi, I'm Abby. I guess you get to see my get torn apart tonight. That's cool." She sounded awfully down.
"Abby, no, you're going to do fine. Why are you beating yourself up before you've even started?"
"Daisy is a monster. She's never lost. I can't compete with that... thing."
Earl approached us. "Hey, I just got a text. Daisy has heard about you, David. She has put out a challenge. I don't recommend you take it, but here goes. She said she'll actually put her championship title on the line if Abby puts YOU on the line. Meaning: if Abby wins, she gets the title. If Daisy wins, you have to be her manager.
"That's just ridiculous. I could never win."
"Abby, this is huge! This could be all you! This could catapult you to success."
"Are you sure? She's an awful girl. I would feel terrible if you ended up trapped with her."
"But I won't. I'll be with you. We will have the championship after tonight. I believe in you." I stared into her eyes. I could be a legend on my first day.
She waited for a moment. "Okay. I accept. I won't let you down David. We're gonna be legends in these parts."
Earl chuckled and walked away. "Your funeral," he said on his way out.
She smiled at me. "Now you get to grease me up." The way she looked at me was pretty enticing. I wondered if she was as excited as I was. She pulled off her clothes, and her wrestling tights were already on. She had really tight volleyball shorts on and a sports bra. She filled it out nicely with her B cup breasts. Her thighs were muscular, and her whole body was well tanned. I started rubbing oil on her, and I had to immediately sit differently. I started with her shoulders and worked my way down her back. When I got to her thighs I thought I was going to cum. "I really want to thank you for being so confident with me. You are putting it all on the line for me, and we just met. How about if I win, you can test your luck with me tonight?" She turned around and stuck out her chest. I put my hands on her breasts and worked the oil in. She closed her eyes and smiled.
"I would love to," I said.
We walked out of the backstage area and into the arena. It was pretty large, and there were a surprisingly large amount of people, with signs and facepaint and everything. I heard over the loudspeaker. "First, the challenger, weighing in at 145 pounds, AAAAAbigail!" The arena erupted in cheers. She jumped around, with all of the energy of someone hopped up on drugs. It was intense. We made our way down to the ring. We stood in the center together. My heart was racing. I can't remember a time prior that I had felt so exhilarated. She pecked me on the cheek, and I'm sure I instantly became redder than the ringside apron.
"And the champion, weighing in at four hundred and sixty pounds, Daaaaaaisy!!"
My heart dropped. What? Did I hear that correctly? Did that guy just say 460 pounds? He must have misread. And then I saw daisy walk out of the entrance and make her way toward the ring. It started to make sense. Daisy was enormous. She was maybe 6 feet tall, but her ass had to be at least four feet wide. At least. Her tiny shorts were clinging on desperately. She was like half fat half muscle. Her tan was similar to Abby's, but she had blonde hair and blue eyes. She was more of the cowgirl type. My eyes then noticed her breasts, which were also big beyond belief. As she walked down the ramp he chest bounced up and down. Her tits looked like they jutted out at least a foot from her ribs, wherever they were. I could easily measure Abby's bra size. Daisy's must have been off the charts, like a T, or higher. Something I wasn't used to.
She stepped into the ring, which creaked and moaned when all of her weight was pressed into it. She looked at me with a big grin on her face. "Nice grease job you've done," she scoffed. "I bet you can't wait to grease me." She shoved her chest forward, her massive breasts almost reaching my face. "I need someone to rub oil all over my big ass." She turned around and rubbed herself sensually.
Abigail leapt on top of her back, and I heard the bell ring. Thinking back to Earl's advice, I slid out of the ring. I didn't want to get in the way of this fight. Abby was trying to choke out Daisy, but Daisy was so big that she looked like her cape. Daisy twisted back and forth, a big smile on her face. With one big thrust, she flung Abby across the ring. She landed with a heavy thud. Daisy slowly walked over to Abby and picked her up by her shorts. Her strength was impeccable. She was able to hold her up so high like this her face was chest level, even with her slumped over. Then, Daisy thrust Abby's face into her huge boobs. She laughed maniacally. Abby kicked and waved her arms. She pushed hard against her huge boobs, but it didn't appear to be working. Her kicks grew weaker. The crowd was going crazy.
The ref told her to let Abby go. He started counting, and she dropped her hard. She slammed into the canvas, and was barely moving afterwards. She picked her up off the ground by her hair and gorilla pressed her into the air. She lifted her up and down like a set of weights. It seemed completely effortless. Just like before, she dropped her to the ground. Daisy turned her over with her foot, and sat down on her chest. The ref counted to 3, and the bell rang. It was over.
I couldn't believe it. Daisy took a microphone. "David, you little nasty boy you, come into this ring now!"
I hesitantly climbed over the apron and walked to the center of the ring. Up close she was even bigger than from the outside. I saw Abby unconscious on the mat next to her. Daisy was so huge. Her boobs were way bigger than my head, and her thighs were thicker than my entire body. "You know you gotta do everything I tell you right? That's the womens' code." I nodded obediently. I was heartbroken. The first thing I want is for you to rub my ass in the backroom. It's not sore from anything, I just like feeling a little boy try to handle my big ass." With that, she picked me up and heaved me over her shoulder. She put her championship belt on the other shoulder and walked out of the ring. Abby looked up at me as I was marched out on this behemoth's shoulder. What had I gotten myself into?
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19,444 | Wrestling Debbie's Friend | oldnavy55 | NonConsent/Reluctance | 2017-03-12 | 2017-04-19 | 2022-01-01 15:45:33 | 2 | literotica.com | https://www.literotica.com/s/wrestling-debbies-friend | 1. Mixed wrestling. 2. Diann gets hers, with a twist. | ['Oil', 'Wrestling'] | 4.2 | There's nothing more exciting to me than two oiled bodies struggling against each other for sexual dominance. Well, maybe three oiled bodies.
I have a friend, Debbie, a co-worker from the same company but she works in a different office. The moment we met there was a sexual attraction but Debbie was cautious to avoid any office backlash. We met away from our jobs and had a great first discussion. There was no denying the sexual tension between us but it wasn't based on love it was based on competition. Sounds odd but it was exciting. During our second meeting, we agreed on the proper approach to our common lust. We would wrestle each other and the winner would take all.
At first it doesn't seem fair that a 6-foot-tall, 185-pound man would fight against a 5'5", 125-pound woman, so we made some adjustments. She would only pin me for 3 seconds and I her for 6 seconds. Debbie had to pin me only twice to win the match where I had to pin her four times to win. It was easy to agree that hair pulling, hitting or scratching would not be allowed. The other fact to consider is Debbie was very strong and had her legs could rival any python in the area. Luckily for me wrestler could only win by pinning or immobilizing their opponent. Submissions were not allowed.
Debbie had taken advantage of the real estate collapse and owned a large house with several rooms and enough yard to provide privacy. Some extra rug and a large piece of clear visqueen would be our ring.
For wrestling attire, we agreed upon a one-piece sheer leotard for Debbie and white underwear trunks for me. Once oiled both garments became clingy and see through. This also allowed for our entire bodies to remain slippery which kept things fun and lowered the chance of injury.
Our three initial matches were very similar in length and conclusion. Debbie would wait and allow me to attack which would end up badly for her. Only once did she trap me with her powerful legs but I quickly reminded her she could control me but not force a submission. While trapped in her grip she took the opportunity to fondle my oil covered dick in attempt to distract me. The pins ranged from me laying on top keeping her spread eagle and helpless all the way to spladles and small packages. The latter two are combinations of hooking up arms and legs so Debbie couldn't escape. The matches would end with us exhausted and ready to fuck in a moment. The sex itself was amazing. After rubbing around for 30 plus minutes we couldn't help but jump straight into hardcore raw lust.
Now Debbie had a close friend with whom she confided everything. Diann was the exact opposite of Debbie in the looks and the attitude department. Diann was 5'11", blonde, long legs and a real head turner. Her figure was almost disproportionate with her augmented boobs and narrow hips but no one complained. The problem was she knew was beautiful and could easily be labeled a bitch. When Debbie told her about our matches Diann was intrigued but indignant. Diann claimed she could defeat me and there was no way she would give in to sexual desire like Debbie. Once Debbie relayed their conversation I immediately took interest. Diann did not want the benefit of a shorter count or fewer pins which was fine by me. I was looking forward to this match. The one thing Diann didn't count on was Debbie forwarding some candid information to me prior to the match. Apparently, Diann was cursed, or blessed, with extremely sensitive nipples. She had told Debbie she often wore adhesive patches on dates so during a make out session the man couldn't get the upper hand by exciting her sensitive tips. This information would come in handy. Debbie also told me that Diann hadn't had a date or sex in quite a while. She then mumbled something about Diann not finding a worthy man.
On the evening of our match I was greeted by Debbie with a serious look on her face. She complained that Diann was not going by our rules and this upset Debbie. I told her it was fine and I would like to proceed anyway. When I walked into the room where the mats were laid out I caught a sight that stopped my heart. Diann was not wearing a leotard but a white string bikini and was easily standing flat footed and had her hands down to the floor. The whit bikini was the type we men dream about. It was made of flimsy material and if the wind blew hard enough you swear the ties would unknot themselves. The only noticeable drawback was some obvious padding beneath each bra cup.
Mentally, I exclaimed "strike three". One, Diann was very flexible which meant she could be twisted and bent without injury. Two, she hadn't been fucked in months. Three, her nipples were so sensitive she often wore additional padding to protect them.
When she turned to look back at me she had the "I caught you" look on her face. I tried not to show my observations to Diann.
She stuck out her hand and stated "Don't let a tiny wardrobe change spoil the mood".
"Not a problem" was my quick reply.
Diann followed up with an announcement she didn't want to use any baby oil either. Debbie puffed and started to say something but I raised my hand to silence her.
"Not a problem either".
I stripped to my usual white trunk underwear and did not hide the fact that I was already half erect.
We squared off in the center of the mat and immediately I had to take a different approach than I did with Debbie. Diann took a more offensive approach. She closed the distance between us and grabbed for a headlock. To counter, I lunged for a leg but she dodged to the side and grabbed my extended arm. Almost too easily she pulled that arm downward and had me on the ground on my left side with her behind me. She released my arm and slid her long legs around both sides of my neck. Wow, did she have strong legs! I immediately felt the pressure on the sides of my neck and knew I was in trouble. Debbie yelled out there were no submissions just pins in this match.
Diann laughed and retorted this rule change was not a problem either. Smartass!
I had to think of something quickly before I was rendered unconscious. I turned so my head pinned her left leg to the floor and took my right fist and pushed my knuckles into the inside of her left knee. Since her leg was trapped she had no escape and to stop the pain she had to release her death grip on my neck. I slipped out and ended up sitting behind her quickly getting an advantage. I wrapped my legs around her waist and in doing so trapped her right arm. Both of my arms immediately went around her neck in a rear naked choke. With only one free arm there was no way to stop me. I leaned back and ordered Debbie to get the oil. Diann had no choice but for her upper body to stretch back with me and her legs stay in place below my scissors. Helpless and exposed Diann had no choice but to watch the oil soak through the thin material of her bikini.
"That's not a problem is it, Diann?" She struggled but to no avail.
Holding her tight with my legs and just my left arm I quickly reached around to the inside of her bikini and pulled out the protective padding over her left nipple. I then resumed my two handed choke hold but just for a moment. Keeping my right hand on her neck I removed my left hand snaked in and took out her right nipple protection. The oil soaked bikini displayed her nipples nicely. My next move was to apply pressure on the choke hold. Diann soon slumped and at the point of losing consciousness I released my hold and quickly pushed her face down. I had to act quickly. I had control of her limp body for just a moment and took full advantage. Spreading her legs I crawled between them and placed her ankles just behind my knees. I then grabbed her shoulders and pulled back and at the same time sat back on her ankles. We were both sitting, me right behind her and on top of her helpless ankles. This move also forced her legs apart at the knees. Next I lifted both arms straight in the air and pushed forward on her lower back and backward on her arms. My left arm circled over the top of her elbows completing the hold.
What a sight she was! Ankles trapped, legs spread, back arched, nipples skyward and arms immobile made for a picture perfect complete control hold.
Now Diann was tall and flexible so she wasn't in a lot of pain. She just couldn't move. As the cob webs cleared, Diann began to realize her predicament. Not only was she trapped but my mouth was dangerously close to her right nipple and my right hand was free to use however I wanted. I then put my right hand on the bottom of her suit and quickly untied the strings.
"No" was all she could say.
"Yes" was all I needed to stay.
To complete the hold, I reached under her arched back and pulled the two strings holding Diann's nipple protection in place. I pulled the top of from the front and gasped at what I uncovered. Diann's nipples were half erect, covered in oil and sat on top of two perfectly round and tanned tits. There was enough oil on her torso to allow my free right hand to travel at will. Avoiding her very tempting nipples, saving the best for last, I traced lightly down her abdominals to her shaved pussy. Her lips became instantly slippery and she struggled to avoid my light touch. I just smiled. No probing, no clit rubbing, just a teasing touch on her lips. After a few minutes her struggles stopped and the heavy breathing and sighing began. In sheer amazement, I watched her nipples go from semi-hard to turgid. It took all my self-control to not latch on to that delicious right nipple.
The next move to beating the arrogant Diann was to barely tickle her clit. My index finger moved in circles, went up and down then side to side. Diann's hips were swaying slightly and after only a minute she groaned when I stopped my gentle approach.
I smiled at my prey as she kept her eyes closed and her mouth open. Even though she was flexible I knew being in this position for a period might become uncomfortable and interfere the orgasm I wanted to use to weaken Ms. Hot Stuff.
I straightened my back a little taking some pressure off Diann's but she didn't try to escape. By raising myself slightly I now could easily reach her right vulnerable nipple with my lips and still could manipulate her soaking wet pussy. I placed my mouth closer to her nipple and gently blew. Her eyes flew open immediately with a look of horror! That was it! I latched onto her bud of pleasure and simultaneously pushed my middle finger into her open pussy.
Diann protested "I give!".
Debbie, the forgotten one, quickly answered "Pins only, bitch! No submissions!".
Fast and furious was my only thought. I only a few moments her eyes closed again, her body went rigid and only then did I notice an impressive set of abs under the oil and sweat. With my mouth, I kissed, sucked, nibbled and pulled on her nipple. With my hand, I put both my middle and pointing finger deep between her lips and held my thumb against her very hard clit. It wasn't long after poor Diann began a steady moan and pushed as much as she could against my hand. Somehow her body went even more rigid and she began shaking uncontrollably. The moan turned into a wail and then it happened. Diann starting shaking side to die and her pussy convulsed around my flying fingers. Her orgasm lasted about two minutes and for the entire time my assault was relentless. As her body started to relax I stopped both my hand and mouth.
Once again, I had to act quickly to continue my total domination of the most beautiful woman I would ever fuck. I straightened up even further and released her arms. I pushed her forward and took my weight off her ankles. Diann was oily, sweaty and almost motionless. I rolled her over onto her back and raised her legs with my arms at the backside of her knees. I reached down and removed my useless underwear and pushed my hips forward aligning my steel hard cock with her trembling pussy. As I pushed her legs towards her chest I also entered the hottest, softest pussy I've ever felt. Diann began a protest but it was too late. My arms easily slid higher along the back of her legs and once high enough I grabbed her arms and held them down. Once again, she was immobile. Her flexible body easily folded in half with her feet around her ears, her arms pinned overhead and a rock-hard dick starting to pump in and out. For a moment, I thought my bodyweight might hurt her but that went away as I started pumping furiously.
We maintained this position for only a couple minutes. One reason, I was getting tired and the other I wanted to see if could force another orgasm out of my victim. I allowed Diann's left leg to lower by shifting my weight to her right. As her left foot hit the oily plastic I placed my right knee on the outside of her left knee and my right ankle on the inside of her left ankle. At the same time, I pulled her left arm almost behind her head and trapped it with my left hand. Once again, she was unable to move and my mouth and right hand were free. The change in position made her open her eyes and see that my lips were right above hers.
My evil smile must have made her realize her predicament once again but I didn't give her time to react. My mouth latched onto hers and my tongue forced her lips apart. My right hand grabbed her full left beast and with two fingers I mercilessly pinched her left nipple. I couldn't let that nipple feel left out. My strong thrusts into her wide-open pussy resumed and we both know this was the end. I plowed for three or four deep pushes and then one or two I stayed shallow. This let the head of my engorged dick hit her nerve endings at the opening of her pussy and the added sensation seemed to build up the cum within my ball sac.
The combination of kissing, nipple play and serious fucking had both of us grunting and writhing uncontrollably. I felt the first tingle of a massive orgasm start in my toes, travel up the back of my legs, electrify my balls and violently erupt form the head of my dick. I pushed as hard as I could and was unable to move as my sperm flew out of my body into hers. I maintained my silent scream and frozen position until I collapsed in exhaustion. I didn't even notice that Diann's glorious body had gone rigid once again as a lightning bolt orgasm surged through her at the same time.
To describe my orgasm as intense would be an understatement. I slowly released my wrestling hold on Diann as we returned to missionary position. This time she grabbed my head and thanked me with a long passionate kiss.
Moments later we heard a moan from Debbie as she fingered herself to her own pleasure. She had removed her leotard, oiled herself and gotten off without being noticed.
Two weeks later, Debbie called and said Diann had hooked up with an old boyfriend and she let him fuck on their first date. It seems her attitude towards sex had changed drastically. Debbie also said the guy was interested in mixed wrestling so I should get ready for a guy vs girls tag team match.
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19,445 | Wrestling Memories | randallangdon | NonConsent/Reluctance | 2008-09-24 | 2008-09-24 | 2022-01-01 15:45:34 | 1 | literotica.com | https://www.literotica.com/s/wrestling-memories | Female CEO and a security guard remedy their pain. | ['Drunk', 'Office', 'Powerful Woman', 'Sleep', 'Take Advantage'] | null | Francine Minnelli watched the screen with intense scrutiny, looking for something—anything—that showed weakness. "Greatland Enterprises took Reynolds Aerospace because it fit our intention to grow. As the CEO, I have a responsibility to look beyond the next quarter and into the next decade. Reynolds Aerospace becomes a part of us just as we begin retooling to meet our future goals." She mouthed the last few words. She smiled and turned from the large, flat screen back to the laptop on her desk. "The shareholders will love that statement. I'll be sure to have it added to the film to be shown at the next shareholders' meeting," she thought.
She began tapping at her keyboard, but kept an ear to the television. "Another bold move in the short tenure of Francine Minnelli. Her rescue four years ago of struggling giant Greatland really made headlines. Now, she finishes the takeover of struggling Reynolds Aerospace, who fought the move tooth and nail. In the end, though, the 'Lioness' threw aside the doubters, prompting Reynolds Aerospace's now-former CEO and founder Jennings Reynolds to tell close friends quote, 'that bitch really doesn't know when to back down...we call her Frank over here.' No comment yet from Mizz Minnelli or Greatland Enterprises."
Francine stopped tapping at her keyboard. She slumped down in her chair with her mouth ajar. "Son of a...," she didn't finish. All of a sudden, the stress of the last three months' work hit her like a lightning bolt. The deal closure last night and the ensuing press conference tody left her with little time to relax and reflect on the torturous last few months that finally ended in a sweet victory. Along the way, though, she had really stepped on some people. Now, hearing Jennings Reynolds use such a sleazy, sexist comment toward her really felt like a kick in the gut.
She was doing her job. Doing what she was raised to do. Her father died six years ago and gave the reigns to her brother, who did little to shift the fortunes of Greatland. She couldn't believe when Ricardo Minnelli passed her over to give the head of the family company to her brother Leo. "My Francie is a lioness that will rip you apart!" She could still hear his voice cheer her on as she closed deal after deal. She remembered how bad she hurt at the reading of her father's will when controlling interest of Greatland was passed to Leo. Leo took two years to fail. She convinced the board to help her buy out her brother's share and fixed what her weak brother couldn't do. An image of her brother looking at her saying, "Dad always thought you were more man than I ever was," jolted her brain quickly.
She then thought about Richard. Her intense drive to take over Greatland from Leo pulled her marriage apart. She was so wrapped up in the power grab that Richard's last words to her were, "When did you get so cold?"
And now, "Frank. Frank?! What the hell am I supposed to do? Fuck him. FUCK HIM! FUCK ALL OF THEM," she raged in her head as her breathing began to increase and tears ran down her face." She turned her chair, bent over and put her face in her hands, resting them all on her lap as she began to sob. She needed this. She needed this release. The last six years of stress seemed to flow out of her all at once. She reminded herself that the office was empty, her assistant had left, and she could cry as loud as she wanted. She deserved it. It still didn't quell the pain she felt, nor did it dowse the memories that were burning her right now. The bottle would help with that. She pulled it from her desk, second drawer behind the partition, along with the glass that rested beside it. She noted half the bottle left. "It's enough. It's enough," she told herself.
Terry Stamford walked through the dimly lit corridors of the Minnelli Building doing his normal checks. Every other hour, he left Stanley, his older partner and supervisor, at the front desk as he made his forty-five minute rounds. He'd check to ensure the outer doors were locked and that the lights were on in the stairwells. He'd also check that separate office doors were locked. He finally reached the fifth floor, "the bigwig suites" he and Stanley called them, and did the same.
This job was a holdover job for Terry. He left Oklahoma City to come closer to home, to be near his parents, and frankly, to get as far as hell away from Marlee as he could. The divorce was as ugly as the reasons for it. Terry tried to shake the memory of him walking down the hall toward their bedroom and walking in on her fucking their neighbor. When he peeked through the crack of the door, Marlee was still wearing her uniform from waitressing at a local diner, but the skirt was collected around her waist. He could see her totally exposed ass and underneath its crack, their neighbor Matt's glistening cock was pistoning into her well-oiled pussy.
The memory would continue even with him trying to concentrate on his security checks. He remembered Marlee's beautiful 34 C tits protruding from between the opened seam that split the chest of her yellow waitress dress. Her tits would bounce up and down when Matt wasn't squeezing and sucking on her nipples. For some reason, his mind's eye would focus on her name tag, still attached to the uniform. It read "Rita". Then, the real painful part of the memory would start. Matt's voice. "You like that don't you Marlee? You like this dick?"
"You know I do Matt," she'd answer.
"Terry doesn't give it to you like me, does he," he'd grunt.
"Shut up Matt. Just fuck me. You know I love your big, fat cock up in me,' she'd say.
Matt wouldn't back down. "Say it Marlee. Terry's dick ain't got what I got. And he ain't never done this." Terry would wince as the memory continued with Matt pulling his Marlee forward, reaching between her legs and putting the head of his dick in her anus.
"Oh fuck Matt, you know I love it there. Fuck my ass. Fuck it," she'd whimper.
"Say it or I'll stop," Matt would push her.
"I love your dick Matt. Terry doesn't have anything on you Matt. Your dick is so much bigger," she'd crescendo, saying it louder and louder, moving from simply riding him to squatting on both her feet and driving his cock into her ass while her tits shook above him. The memory would fade as she collapsed onto his cock, shaking through her orgasm, as droplets of cum spilled from her ass and down Matt's cock.
He carried the memory every night. The pain kept him awake for the awkward 10 pm to 8 am shift. A perpetual loop that he hoped would stop playing as time pulled him further away from the scene that he played out in his mind nightly. Seven months had already passed, though, to little relief.
Tonight was no different. Check the doors. Check the exit signs. Check to make sure the monitors were off. Wait. Something different. He was shocked to see the stream of light coming from the corner office—Miss Minnelli's .
Francine was certainly feeling better after four, five, or was it seven shots. Her cheeks were warm and she ran her top teeth over her bottom lip to check how numb her lips were. Her eyes were in a squint as a smile finally returned to her lips. She leaned back in her chair and hummed a song to herself as her own memory flooded over her.
"Nobody does it better, da, da, da...," she lightly sang. She was suddenly dancing at her prom again, sharing long stares into the eyes of Gregory Lampton. He stared down at her from his 6'4'' perch and stole an occasional peek down the front of her dress. "Gregory Lampton! What would the nuns think," she asked with mock anger.
"I'm sure they wouldn't mind if they didn't see me looking. Maybe I could look some more out in my car," Francine's memory continued.
Terry walked up to Miss Minnelli's office door. As he got closer, he could see her at her desk. He was about to walk in and ask if everything was okay, but he stopped when he got a closer look at the scene. There, on her desk was a liquor decanter and a half-full rocker glass that she had her right hand around. She would occasionally shake it to hear the ice rattle. She was leaning back in her chair, seemingly mumbling to herself. Terry listened.
"Frank? Not that night," she mumbled to nobody. "Gregory Lampton got a whole lotta Francine!" Terry watched as Miss Minnelli stopped fiddling with the button on her white silk blouse, now unbuttoned to the point that her lacy white bra was slightly exposed. She next reached under the blouse and began to massage her right breast, seemingly under her bra.
The heat in Francine's cheeks had begun to drift. Now, it was all over her body—her neck, her chest, her stomach, her thighs. All of it seemed to center within her pussy, which grew wetter by the second under the lacy white panties she wore. Francine was enjoying this. It had been a long time since she felt like this: so feminine. It was nice to look back to a time when she wasn't "the Lioness" or "Frank", but an eighteen-year-old young lady being taken in the backseat of her boyfriend's car. That seemed so far from now, but the booze and her wandering hands were bringing it all back. She had no idea that she was being watched though.
Terry continued to watch Miss Minnelli as she continued to manipulate her right breast with her left hand. He ensured that he stepped back into the dark enough to go unseen, but close enough to continue watching the show. Francine Minnelli was always the boss. He had never seen her in this light, let alone touching herself. Now, he was seeing a very beautiful, sexy 44 year-old woman with unparalleled class masturbating in her office. He didn't move until she unbuttoned another button and pulled her blouse open to expose what were some of the nicest breasts he had seen in a long time. That motion caused him to reach down and start to stroke his already semi-hard cock through the polyester rent-a-cop uniform pants he wore. He guessed they were C-cups like his Marlee's when they came busting over the underwire of her bra.
As Francine remembered Gregory Lampton sucking on her nipples in the backseat of his car, she began pinching them in the present, leaning forward in her chair as she squinted her eyes shut hard. When the memory came to Gregory slipping his hand under her prom dress and fingering her virgin pussy under her first pair of lace panties, Francine leaned back in her chair, lifted up her right leg onto her desk and allowed her business skirt to ride up her fit, tanned thighs. Her right hand slipped below the side of her lacy white panties and started to stroke the moist lips of her vagina.
Terry couldn't believe what he was witnessing. Francine Minnelli, one of the world's most renowned CEOs, was fingering herself in her office. She had one foot up on her desk, the other leg over the side of her chair and was rubbing her pussy with her tits hanging out of her blouse. She was no longer the owner of the building, the big boss lady to him. She was a beautiful, sexy, classy woman full of lust and desire. He exhaled louder than he wanted to at his realization.
Francine stopped seemingly startled. "What was that," she thought to herself. She stood up startled, holding her breasts with her right arm and covering her pussy with her left hand. The sight for Terry was priceless. Miss Minnelli was standing now beside her desk trying to hear one bit of evidence that someone might be in the office just beyond her door. Her panties were around her knees, her wet pussy was exposed with her light brown pubic hair matted around it, and her right arm was trying to hold her breasts to her torso while covering her nipples.
After two seconds, she seemed to giggle, reminding herself that everyone was gone for the night. She reached over to glass and took a quick swig of more liquor. Terry thought the show was over, but then Miss Minnelli did something shocking. She zipped the skirt at the side and let it fall and pulled her blouse off and then her bra. She then kicked her panties off of her left foot and was standing there in her office in only her black high heels. It became very apparent that she was very drunk then because she started to dance around her office laughing out loud and mumbling to an imaginary partner. She turned and turned until finally she collapsed to the floor of her office laughing almost hysterically. Terry dared to open the door a little wider as his boss of all bosses lay on the floor laughing at something that was a mystery to Terry. She lay naked on the floor laughing for about thirty seconds and then she put her right arm across her eyes and seemed to fall asleep.
Terry stared at her for a second. She was breathing a light snore. She was lying on her back with her legs slightly spread, showing Terry her glistening pussy lips, now spread from her earlier fingering. Her left arm lay across her stomach and her shoulder-length brown hair was splayed on the floor around her covered face and head. He debated mentally doing something but had to overcome a growing fear.
"Okay Terry. She might be hurt. Do something," he motivated himself. He walked through the door and went to her. He looked down at her listless body and then to her office couch. Terry took a knee and put one arm under her knee and one arm behind her naked back and lifted. He estimated her weight at 130 pounds and lifted her easily and started walking toward the couch.
Suddenly, she turned her face into his collared neck and mumbled aloud, "No Gregory, I can't go all the way, you know that! I'm not a tease. Don't say that. I'll suck you down there." She was obviously dreaming, but Terry was more than a little intrigued as he laid her once-again silent body down on the couch.
"Leave now Terry," he was telling himself. His body was saying something else though. Terry reached down and pulled out his six-inch cock which was harder than it had been in ten years. He stood over the body of one of the most beautiful women he'd ever seen. An international celebrity in the business community he reminded himself. Plus, she's naked and horny. "Who would know," a bad spirit within him asked.
Terry thought about what Miss Minnelli had just said during her dream. He took the swollen head of his cock and put it against Francine Minnelli's slightly parted lips. She was one of the best-known CEOs and one of the richest women in the world and her he was with his dick against her lips. Fear began to swell in him. "What are you doing Terry," he yelled at himself mentally. Right as he was about to put his cock away and leave, Francine's hand took hold of his cock and she opened her mouth onto it. She guided it all the way into her mouth. Terry's eyes opened wide as she turned onto her right side and pulled his ass toward her wanton mouth. The amount of slobber that she was creating was incredible and it slathered his cock like he'd never seen before. She started pulling his hard against her face as he dared not touch her head. Her eyes remained only slightly opened as he looked down at her giving him head.
He felt his balls start to contract as he began to moan. He looked down and she had put three of her fingers from her right hand into her very wet pussy. Terry could smell her arousal and the sight of her right thigh with juices spreading on both sides of it pushed him over the edge. He wanted to pull out, but Miss Minnelli's face just grimaced for a second and she continued gripping his squirting cock with her mouth. After a few gasps and some final tugs at his cock, Miss Minnelli laid her head back down. He listened as she mumbled, "See Gregory, I told you I'm no tease," followed, again, by light snoring.
Terry quickly put his cock away and turned hurriedly to leave. As he marched quickly to the door, he heard her start to cry it seemed. "Why are you leaving me," she cried out. He turned and she was sitting up crying and staring right at him. He was scared to death. He was more than fired. He was going to prison for sure.
"How can you call me that Richard? You know I'm under a lot of stress. I'm not a frigid bitch, I'm just trying to save my father's company," she said through streaming tears. She stood up and walked towards him with open arms. "Don't leave me Richard. I'll do anything. ANYTHING!"
Something snapped in Terry. Miss Minnelli let out a slight yelp as Terry turned her around and pushed her forward onto the front of her desk. He wasted no time taking off his gun belt, pulling down his pants and boxers and slamming his cock into her wet and dripping cunt. For all he was worth he slammed his six inches into her pussy while his hands gripped her hips. Her feet were coming off the floor as she screamed loudly, "Oh Richard, don't leave me. I've missed you so much. I love you so much. Fuck me however you want."
Terry pushed the desk clear and laid Miss Minnelli onto her back and slammed her pussy until he began to grunt repeatedly, "I'm going to come!" After four or five pumps, the deed was done.
"I love you Richard, don't ever leave me," her voice trailed off as her head turned to the side and she fell back asleep. Terry couldn't believe what just happened. He looked around, wiped the sweat from his brow and put his uniform back on. He lifted Francine Minnelli and put her on her couch, making sure to cover her with her clothes. He leaned down and kissed her cheek.
"Sleep well Marlee. Sleep well." He left Francine Minnelli's office and locked the door behind him. |
19,446 | Wrestling Rape | Darkling | NonConsent/Reluctance | 2001-01-08 | 2001-01-08 | 2022-01-01 15:45:35 | 1 | literotica.com | https://www.literotica.com/s/wrestling-rape | Man-on-man match gets kinky. | [''] | 3.62 | Circling my opponent I caught sight of the bulge in his pants. The wrestling suit did little to hide his arousal and the look in his eyes told me that he would be humping my ass for a long time if he won. Standing at 6'2 and extremely well muscled, I took his lustful stare in stride, winking back at him and patting my own rock hard cock for effect. The studs eyes soon showed dread as he comprehended what would happen if he lost, I had acquired a little notoriety in the secret wrestling building for brutality when I won.
Catching me off guard, the other man lunged at me quickly, attempting to take my legs out and render me helpless while he stripped me. Long experience paid off, and I managed to get mostly out of the way as he latched onto my right leg.
Wasting no time, I kneed him in the face with such force as to send him sprawling back on the mat. Taking advantage of his momentary weakness, I jumped on him and lifted his feet high into the air, holding them with my right hand and fishing out my engorged shaft with my left.
The object of my frantic actions now suddenly popped out. The swollen purple head begged to be plunged into the opponent, who I now had at my mercy. Recovering from his daze, the man began to struggle, the muscles on his legs stood out with the effort as did mine, but eventually my superior strength and position won out. With that I peered around his up-lifted legs to stare him straight in the face. I received a look of grim defiance, he knew he was about to be brutally raped in front of hundreds of people, and after I had sunk my cock up his beautifully firm butt, he would have no choice but to endure it, for the rules state that the match is won upon forced entry in any of the opponents orifices. The hole at the back door of the wrestling suit provided unhindered access to the booty, and the only thing stopping me thus far was the mans rapidly weakening attempts at a pathetic defense to keep his asshole in its virginal state. I was getting ready to change that, and have a LOT of fun doing it.
With that I pressed my engorged member up against his puckered anus. Watching his face for a reaction, I was rewarded with a look of fear pass over the otherwise handsome features. Looking down I guided my cock with my free hand up the man's poop chute, just pausing momentarily to straighten out my shaft as it bent from the pressure of being pushed up something so tight.
When I had fully buried my 8 inch dick up to the pubic hair in his ass, I leaned over him, parting his legs and put my face to his, looking him straight into his eyes as I began to ass fuck him. With his calves resting on my shoulders I reached around his luscious thighs and tweaked his nipples. With that I put my hands back down for support and lowered my mouth to his, kissing him deeply, swirling my tongue around in his mouth, all the while continuing the passionate butt pumping I had already begun.
Through the haze of lust that had been erected over my mind I heard the referee announce me the champion. Using that as a good excuse, I pulled out of him dripping wetness, dragged him to his feet and pushed him over the ropes forcing him to bend over at the waist. With that I positioned myself behind him, spit on my hands, rubbed them together, grabbed his buttocks and slid my throbbing member back up his ass, and began to butt fuck him with renewed vigor, occasionally slapping his ass for the hell of it.
Once in a while a low moan escaped his lips and from this I could tell he was enjoying taking it up the ass. After reaming his butthole for a good ten minutes, I let out a strangled cry and pumped what felt like gallons of cum into his bowels.
Tossing him onto the mat I squatted over his head and used his thick hair to wipe clean my glistening cock. My thick white fluid could be seen oozing out of the mans posterior onto the mat. This made me smile as I put my manhood back into my pants. Jumping out of the ring I walked out of the building, a beaming smile on my face and an aura of pure contentment emanating from me. |
19,447 | Wrestling the Shrew | Lion24655 | NonConsent/Reluctance | 2012-03-16 | 2012-03-16 | 2022-01-01 15:45:35 | 1 | literotica.com | https://www.literotica.com/s/wrestling-the-shrew | A man tames his sister-in law and takes her sub husband. | ['Bisexual', 'Dom', 'Sister-In-Law', 'Subbie', 'Taming', 'Threesome', 'Wrestling'] | 4.38 | Another conference. At least that is what our company calls them when they summon you to head office. Two hundred miles from where I live. "A conference where we will hear about new products, deepen our knowledge of existing products, and learn more the marketing strategy our company is developing." At least that is what the letter said, but most of us knew what it really meant -- or certainly the last part about developing "the marketing strategy." Generally it means being given targets to meet which are ludicrous; it means being shouted at for lack of sales; it means being compared unfavourably to some mystical office with miraculous sales; it means being berated for lack of commitment; it means being asked to give our souls to the company. As much as we complain about these "conferences," we have to go. And the worst part -- where we have to stay. We have to find hotels. Spend a week eating hotel food, spending nights in pointless bars passing pointless hours watching pointless television programmes dreaming of bedding the gorgeous girl who just walked in with the muscled hunk............
It was my wife who came up with the solution. Apart from telling me to stop moaning, she suggested I stay with her sister and her husband. Joan and Mike were friendly, easy going people, although I didn't know them particularly well -- they had always lived some distance from us. However, they had recently moved to the same city as the conference, and while I would have to get a local train from their home to "head office," it was only a 20 minute train ride, and they only lived a five minute walk from the station. A couple of phone calls from my wife Mandy to her sister, and it was arranged, although I'm sure the arranging didn't take the 96 minutes the phone call took!
Joan and Mike were now in their late forties, their children left home, and had no problem finding a spare room for me. Delighted to see me and get to know me a bit better, according to Mandy. They had always been a couple that were a bit different from the norm. Joan was a strong personality with strong opinions. Most of those opinions revolved around what Mike should do, and be like. Do things like the shopping, looking after the children, fitting the new cupboards. According to Joan, he should be a go-getter, an ambitious man, none of which fitted Mike at all. Mike was a gentle, meek guy who did what his wife told him to. Joan I reflected on -- now in her late forties, she always had a good figure -- tall, slim, shoulder length black hair, often caught in a pony tail. Joan worked out at the gym a couple of times a week, as well as rode a bike everywhere. The exercise kept her body slim and, well, to be honest, hot.
The trouble was, I got on fine with them both, particularly Mike, but had had my share of run-ins with Joan. She tried to tell me what to do when I saw her. She tried to get me involved in the causes she cared about. And she tried my patience when talking politics. We got on, initially, but we constantly had battles when we were together -- probably two egos battling it out. Well, I could live with her for a week -- anything had to better than the hotels. And to be true it would be less than a week -- I would catch the early train and go straight to "head office" on the Monday morning, then only go to their house after the Monday sessions, and leave after Friday Breakfast, going to the final day, then going straight home when the conference ended. Just 4 nights -- we couldn't start world war three in 4 nights could we????????
It felt like it had been a long day, as I rode the train out into the suburbs to the, hopefully, relaxing home of my in-laws. It had been an early start to get to "head office" for 10.00am, then spend 7 hours in talks and seminars and workshops and lunchbreaks, but now it was good to sit silently on the train, keen not to miss the stop, pulling the google map out of my pocket..........
Ten minutes later I was ringing the doorbell on a strange house. The door was opened by Mike who shook me warmly by the hand before taking my suitcase and leading me into the sitting room. Joan came over to me smiling, kissed me on either cheek, welcomed me. It had been a couple of years since I had seen Mike and Joan, and Joan looked good. Slim, tallish, dressed in jeans and t-shirt, looking as good as I remembered. Mike was about the same height, dressed in trousers and shirt -- the tie and jacket from his work had already been shed.
The evening was easy -- good food, washing up, watching the telly, catching up on family -- Mike and Joan saying how much they were enjoying things now the kids had left home. If there was one slight hitch, it was perhaps seeing Joan getting Mike to do things. Telling him to take my case to my room, telling him to make coffee, telling him to show me around the house. It wasn't a worry to me, but you would say you could see who wore the trousers in their house, and it reminded me of my wife Mandy telling me that older sister Joan had always been bossy when they were young.
The next day -- Tuesday -- passed slowly, and again it was back to Joan and Mike's house. Again a pleasant evening although it changed slightly -- Joan's bossiness was beginning to embrace me. I felt I was ordered to wash up with Mike -- which I was happy to do, then told where to sit. Told the TV programme I wanted to see wasn't worth watching. It was still a pleasant evening and I took the opportunity to phone Mandy to see how she was.
Again Wednesday went as well as you might expect, but this time things were a bit more difficult at Joan and Mike's house. It felt like Mike was ordered to take me to the pub for a drink, and Joan seemed to think it was her responsibility to tell me what to wear to the pub. And exactly what time we should be back. At the pub Mike admitted that Joan organised his life, and as much as he had tried he couldn't seem to get the opportunity to make his own decisions. But then, he admitted, he enjoyed having someone to run his life -- all of his life, he said with a wink. And someone who would spank him when he was naughty........... I changed the subject quickly -- It didn't seem the right thing to be talking about.
When we were twenty minutes late back from the pub, Joan gave us a good telling off -- and she meant it -- about how we had made her worried, and should have more respect. When I went to bed I didn't feel comfortable -- I suppose I had never stayed with Mike and Joan before without Mandy there, and had never experienced the full bossiness. At the same time it was clear that Mike was almost happy to be treated like a naughty child, submitting to Joan's rule. And that wink in the pub suggested he enjoyed being submissive, allowing Joan to dominate him.
Thursday was much like the rest of the days at "head office," but when I arrived home it was clear Joan and Mike were in the middle of a row. Joan seemed to stand tall, looking stunning in a simple t-shirt and knee length skirt, while Mike seemed to be cowering like a little child. They greeted me warmly, but the row continued. One might say, rather than row, that it was a monologue, with Joan telling Mike he should do what he was told, and be more helpful, and sort out the things she asked him to sort out and................. and it went on all through our meal. At some stage through the meal I said, trying to change the subject: "I'm sure Mike won't be like that tomorrow will you Mike.?"
It wasn't the right thing to say: Joan snapped at me, about how all you men stick together, and are as bad as each other. I was rather annoyed, but kept quiet. Joan continued telling Mike how bad he was, listing his short-comings. The odd thing was that Mike seemed to enjoy it. Being told off. Humiliated in front of me. As Mike and I went to wash the dishes, Joan's parting shot was "Perhaps I should give you a good spanking later, and let Tony watch and see you get what you deserve." Mike went bright red, but I noticed he had to move strangely, to accommodate a bulge in his trousers. Somehow the argument had introduced a tenseness into the house which hadn't been there earlier in the week.
As we finished, I wandered into the sitting room carrying the tea-towel. Joan was standing by one of the chairs, and tried to snatch the tea-towel from me, but didn't quite get it from my hand. She glared at me, demanding: "Give it to me, so I can put it out to dry".
We were suddenly staring at each other, until I spoke quietly. "No."
"Don't be silly," she said condescendingly. She reached for it again, caught the edge of it but I wouldn't let go.
"No-one speaks to me like I am a little child," I said quietly to her.
She started to pull the cloth as she spat back at me: "I'll talk to you as you men deserve, you spineless idiot."
"I am not spineless and I am not an Idiot." I continued to speak quietly, with the menace in my voice growing.
"You're just like him," she sneered, pointing to her husband. "No Balls at all. If a rapist came in here and attacked me all he would do was hand him a tissue when he'd finished."
The argument had escalated quickly, but I kept calm. "I have balls. More balls than you can handle. And if I was your rapist you would be begging for more. And then I'd take the wimp as well" I said, pointing at Mike.
We were now standing inches from each other, staring into each other's faces. It was Mike who spoke, hesitantly. "Please, let's apologise and calm down. There's a good film on the telly."
"Go on, then," Joan demanded, staring hard into my eyes. "You apologise."
I smiled at her. "I apologise," I said quietly. I continued to hold her eyes. Suddenly her anger flared up. Suddenly her hand flashed and caught my face, stinging as the slap cracked out loud into the silent room.
I smiled at her again. "You will not do that again." I looked down -- it seemed ludicrous that we were both still holding the t-towel which had started the fight.
I was ready for the next slap. As her hand headed for the side of my face I grabbed her wrist, stopped the slap, then twisted her arm behind her back and held her tight. Her body was pressed against mine as I held her arm firmly up her back. I had to hold hard -- she was strong and she was struggling. As she struggled I felt her attempt to knee me in the groin. Luckily she was too close to get any power into the attempt, but I wasn't going to take the risk. I pulled her arm further up her back until she yelped in pain. I put one of my legs around hers, pushed backwards and she fell to the floor, with me falling on top of her.
In the fall, her arm had got free, and as I sat on her, her arm flashed up and caught me across the face again, stinging, my cheek turning bright red. It took me a moment to recover -- luckily I had leant back and the next attempt to slap me missed. Luckily with the way she was lying, her next attempt -- this time to punch me in the groin -- had little strength in it, although I felt a twinge of pain as it landed. Joan was a real vixen, seeming to have no sense of what was right as she fought. She was swinging her arms, attempting to slap, attempting to punch, her legs kicking hard. It was all I could do to hold her on the ground and fend off her attempts to hit me.
At last she seemed to be tiring, realising she was not going to get away. For a moment there was calm, and I heard Mike say quietly, ineffectually: "Please stop, please.............."
It was clear Joan wasn't for stopping. At his voice, she screamed "Get off me you fucking bastard", and again I was caught be a slap across the face, as she began to struggle again.
It was difficult. Until now I had done nothing but hold her and defend myself. There is something wrong with fighting, or hitting a woman. You don't do it. It's not honourable. I sat on her, and quickly grabbed her wrists and pushed them to the floor above her head. She was still struggling, fighting hard, shouting. As we struggled I noticed her skirt had ridden up to her thighs and her white panties were showing. There wasn't time to admire as she had to be tamed, controlled, somehow.
As I sat on her and held her hands above her head she struggled, but there was no escape, and gradually she tired herself with her struggling until she was worn out, or appeared to be. There was one of those silent moments as her struggling and shouting stopped, as Mike stood watching, unable to move. It was me who broke the silence. "Have you stopped? Do you now admit I'm the master?"
It was a provocation to her. "Get off me. When you get off I'll kill you..........." Her shouting was accompanied by her attempt to knee me in the back, but I was leaning too far forward for it to be effective.
She screamed again. "Get off me. Mike, get him off................" It was clear Mike didn't have the fight in him to even try. I glanced at him and truth was there was glint in his eye which suggested he might be enjoying this........ enjoying watching his wife tamed.
Again there was a moment of stillness. I kept holding her hands but got off her, and before she could react, or realise what was happening, I had turned her onto her stomach, then again sat on her waist, releasing her hands. Now with her face to the floor there was little she could do except struggle, and with her having tired herself out, my weight was more than enough to control her. She was still shouting, but I had time to look around, noticing her skirt had ridden to her waist, her white panties fully exposed. I took time to look at her ass, beautifully round and full........
She was screaming, but stopped suddenly - I had grabbed the back of her panties and pulled hard on them. They had disappeared between the cheeks of her ass, pulling tight between her crotch. The suddenly invasion had silenced her. I spoke to her in the sudden silence. "Unless you stop struggling and apologise now for slapping me, I am going to spank your ass."
There was a silence before she screamed her reply. "You wouldn't dare, you creep, get off me.................... aaaaaaaaaaag..........." The cheek of her ass started glowing red as I smacked her hard with my hand. Before she could move I smacked her hard again -- even my hand stung as I did it. This time she was defiant, and defiantly kept quiet, although it was clear from her tensing her body that she had felt it. I looked at Mike and was amazed -- he seemed almost unaware of what he was doing, his hand rubbing his crotch over his trousers............
As I looked at Mike I felt Joan struggle again. I spoke to her again. "Babe, you know what I'm going to do. I'm going to strap your ass -- but you can stop it at any moment -- all you have to say is: "Please stop." Then I'll give you one more, and stop."
Joan was still defiant. "Never. NEVER.............."
I undid the belt from my trousers, wound it around my hand and whipped the strap hard across her ass, leaving a bright red stripe. Joan screamed, but she kept silent in her defiance.
I whipped the strap three more times, and she fought to keep silent. On the fifth strap, she screamed. I waited, she began to sob...... I whipped the strap across her ass again. This time she screamed words "Please stop, please, please stop................" Her voice broke into sobs as she clenched and unclenched her bright red ass, fighting the pain.
I knew I had to keep my rules. I strapped her ass once more, as hard as I could, and she screamed again in pain, fighting the pain, squirming, sobbing. I turned to Mike: "Get some cream. Now." I noticed there was a damp spot on his trousers where his pre-cum had obviously leaked through. He disappeared to the bathroom and returned with the cream. I ordered him to remove her panties which he quickly did. I began to massage the cream into Joan's ass-cheeks.
For a couple of minutes I massaged her asscheeks, then began to rub my fingers between them. I was amazed to see her slowly spread her legs, allowing me to massage her freely between the cheeks. She jumped slightly when I let my fingers caress her asshole, but she didn't try to move or struggle. I could see between her legs -- her pussy was glistening with wetness.
I let me fingers caress her asshole for a few moments then slipped a finger inside her. I heard her whisper softly. "Please, no-one has ever taken me there." However, she made no attempt to close her legs...........
I whispered to her. "I'm going to fuck you. I'm going to take you upstairs, strip you and shove my cock into your cunt.............. and maybe your ass as well..........."
I stood up and pulled her to her feet. I quickly lifted her into a fireman's lift, and headed to the stairs. I felt for a moment her body squirm, but then the feeling of being off the floor and being helpless made her frightened she would fall -- she stopped struggling and held on.
I carried Joan up the stairs to the bedroom I was using, and dropped her gently onto the bed. I leant forward and kissed her on the lips. At first she didn't respond, but suddenly I felt her lips soften, and as they did I thrust my tongue into her mouth. I felt her tongue responding.
I pulled my mouth away from hers, reached to the bottom of her tea-shirt and pulled it over her head. I reach behind her and unhooked her bra, throwing it across the room. Her breasts were amazing -- not large, but perfectly round, with two stiff nipples perched on each. I stared for a moment, before cupping them more gently, rolling her nipples between my finger and thumb. She groaned gently as I did it.
I got off her, stood beside the bed, then grabbed her ankles. I looked at her naked, then slowly began to prize her legs apart so she revealed her pussy to me. Her hand quickly moved to hide her treasures, but I ordered her to remove her hand. I stared hard, until she reluctantly began to take her hand away.
I leant forward, kissed her on her pussy, letting my tongue caress her lips, then plunged my tongue as far into her as I could. She was already sopping wet, but tasted amazing. As I let my tongue caress her clit I released her ankles, and quickly removed my trousers and pants. I moved my head up her body and was soon lying on her. I whispered to her "lick your pussy juice off my mouth." She ran her tongue around my mouth.
I felt my cock gently resting on her pussy, the tip of my cock nestling between her lips. "Invite me in" I ordered her.
There was a long pause as she squirmed under me, partly trying to get me off, partly rubbing herself on my cock. Then I heard her -- just. "Please fuck me" she whispered.
"Louder!"
She spoke louder: "Please fuck me."
I spoke again -- "Louder! I want Mike to hear. I want him to know what you are doing."
"PLEASE FUCK ME," she cried. "PLEASE FUCK ME HARD!"
I was sure Mike would have heard. I plunged my cock deeply into her, squeezing her tits as I did. Instantly she had wrapped her legs around me, thrusting her crotch up to meet mine. I slid my cock out, then in again. She groaned. I set up a Rhythm, feeling her wonderful went pussy squeezing around me cock.
Suddenly Joan spoke, desperately. "Your cock feels so good. Bigger than anything I've ever had. Just fuck me hard. Fast."
I needed no invitation, I fucked her hard, and heard her moaning in pleasure -- and it is certain Mike would have heard it as well. My cock was sliding in and out of her faster and faster. Suddenly as she was breathing harder and harder, she let out a scream, her body was thrashing in orgasm under me. It sent me over the edge -- I was pumping my cum deep into her, filling her as I felt her nails scratch my back in her abandoned orgasm.
We seemed to be cumming for ages, but at last we slumped down, me on top of her, my cock still in her but shrinking. At last I came out of her, but still lay on her, before rolling beside her.
Joan opened her eyes and smiled. "You bastard. I told my sister no man would ever own me. Or break me. She reckoned you would. She bet me you would. I owe your wife dinner."
Part 2
So Joan and my wife, sisters, had set this up! Joan had provoked me to see if I would react. And I had. I had managed to fuck a little fire-cracker. And she admitted she had the fucking of her life -- not from some wimp she controlled, but from a man who would take her.
As we lay there I had a moment of guilt. What about Mike? I had simply taken his wife upstairs and fucked her, leaving him downstairs to hear what was happening. I looked at Joan. "What about.........................."
She knew instantly what I meant. "Don't worry about him. We talked about this. I told him I wanted to try it on with you. And the little subby said he liked you so much he wouldn't mind being humiliated by you. Used. Taken." She couldn't quite find the word she wanted.
"You mean.................?"
Joan smiled. "I mean he will sub to anyone, and gets off on it. He's just never had a chance to serve anyone apart from me. But your wife said you would be able to give him what he wants. Needs." I smiled -- it sounded like Mandy and Joan had talked about a lot of things! Perhaps when I go home I would need to sort her out as well.
"You mean you want me to humiliate him because that is what you want?"
"It's what he wants. Desperately. Don't hurt him. Maybe spank him. But just put him down."
"MIKE" I shouted down the stairs. "COME UP HERE IN FIVE MINUTES." I turned to Joan -- "Put your dressing gown on -- sit on the end of the bed." Joan did her back against the wall -- the bed pushed against the wall in the guest room. I rested naked against the end of the bed.
Five minutes later Mike knocked on the door. I let him in. He entered nervously, but clearly excited.
"So Mike, this is what you dreamt of -- you wanted to be part of something like this?" Mike looked embarrassed, and dropped his eyes to the floor, but remained silent.
I snapped at him. "Mike, look at me, not the floor." Slowly he lifted his eyes up and caught my eyes. "That's better, now drop your trousers and pants to your knees."
Mike stiffened. "Please no........................." I looked hard at him without speaking. For a moment he held my eyes, but then dropped them again as he slowly reached for his belt, undid it. He slowly undid his trousers, then moved his feet apart as he dropped his trousers and boxers to his knees.
"Now undo your shirt!" I ordered him. He slowly undid his shirt and let it drop to his sides. His cock was now visible, stiff, cute at five inches. "Come and stand by the bed," I ordered. He was ready now to do as I wanted. As he did I noticed him looking at my cock.
"Kiss it!" I ordered.
"What...............?"
"Kiss it! This is the cock that has just been fucking your wife, sliding in and out, pumping cum into her cunt. Still coated with her juices and my cum. Kiss it."
Mike paused. "I can't, please.........."
"You will be spanked in a minute for your first refusal. Now kiss it!" I spoke quietly, but in a tone that was not to be refused. Slowly Mike bent over, paused then let his lips kiss the tip of my cock, resting there for a few moments before moving away.
"Now lick it and suck it clean," I ordered. This time he didn't refuse, he bent forward, and began to let his tongue run over the head of my cock, down the sides, then took it in his mouth. His mouth slowly took more and more, then began to suck. Whether he was natural or not I don't know, but he was good -- my cock began to stir, and was hard in seconds. As my cock stiffened you could see Mike swell up almost in pride, the pride that he could make a cock stiff.
After a couple of minutes I gently pulled his head off my cock, but held his face against my cock. "Go on," I whispered. "Have a good look at the cock that was sliding hard in and out of Joan's cunt, that was the biggest she had ever been fucked by. The cock she begged to have inside her." I paused before continuing. "Go on, Joan," I ordered. "Show him your pussy still damp from my fucking. Even better -- he should taste it as well."
I pushed Mike's head towards Joan, pushed it between her legs, to her pussy. "Go on," I ordered. "Lick her out. Get her hot for me so I can fuck her again."
It was clear Mike was feeling horribly humiliated by why was happening, but at the same time his cock was twitching hard, throbbing hard at the excitement of what was happening. As he knelt on all fours before Joan I remembered my promise to spank him. I whispered to him "I promised you this just now -- you keep licking........"
Suddenly he yelped as my hand smacked his ass. However, he held firm, but yelping to each of the six spanks I gave him, which left his ass bright red. Each time I spanked him it set his cock twitching under him -- being spanked did something for him. When I had finished I reached between his legs and grabbed his balls, squeezing gently. I heard him moan as I squeezed and kneaded them in my hand. I couldn't hurt him, just wanted to take him to places he had never been to before.
I released his balls and spoke to Joan again. "Do you know what this little slut is doing? He is showing off his asshole." I let my fingers wander to his hole and begin to tickle him. I spoke to Joan again: "Do you think he has ever had a cock in his ass? Right in here.................." As I spoke, I jabbed my finger through the ring of his ass, in to two knuckles."
As he licked Joan's pussy he managed to moan out: "No, please, not in there........" but his body gave him away -- his cock twitched even harder, and he thrust his ass back to meet my finger. I let my finger fuck his ass for a few moments before removing it again. I ordered him to lie on his back across the bed, then pulled Joan over him, over his chest, head down, so his body was pushing her ass up into the air. I lifted her dressing gown up, knelt behind her between her legs and put the tip of my hard-again cock to her pussy. I pushed hard, my cock slipping into her pussy as far as it would go, with Joan moaning as I penetrated her. As she lay over her husband I began to fuck her, sliding my cock deeply in and out of her, her husband rocking from side to side as her body moved in rhythm with my fucking.
I spoke to them: "Next time we do this I will fuck you up the ass, not in your cunt............" I felt Joan squeeze hard, thrust harder as I said it. I spoke again: "And next fuck Mike up the ass as well........." I thrust harder and harder into her, feeling Mike rolling back and for on the bed as he was her cushion. Suddenly she cried out, pulled her legs up, started moaning, shaking as her orgasm over whelmed her.
He body was still shaking as I pulled out of her cunt, and pointed my cock at Mike's face. As my balls convulsed, I pumped my cum all over his face, covering his eyes, nose, mouth. I noticed him open his mouth a little, allowing my cum to enter him, letting him taste the cum I was pumping all over him.
At last Joan and I fell in a heap, and rolled off Mike. I looked at him disdainfully. "Okay sub, I said to him matter-of-factly. Up you get. Stand by the bed -- you can jerk yourself off. Let us watch."
It was the ultimate in humiliation -- to jerk-off in front of others, but not to be allowed to join in their exciting sex, to be taken to the edge of his dreams and then turned back. But his cock throbbed. He stood up. And we turned to watch him. And soon he was stroking his cock hard, faster and faster, until suddenly his body squirmed and he was cumming, shooting his cum all over the floor.
As he stopped he looked embarrassed. Joan spoke to him this time. "We're going to shower, then make a coffee. You clean up the mess, then follow us down."
A few minutes later we were all sitting in dressing gowns in the lounge, chatting about trivialities, absurdly and studiously avoiding what had happened earlier. At last I declared I had to go to bed, that I had to leave early to get to the conference from where I would drive straight home. I didn't expect to see them in the morning.................
It was Mike who hesitatingly spoke, spoke what him and Joan were both thinking. "Um, do you, um, want Joan to sleep with you.................." He went bright red as he spoke. I paused before answering, watching their discomfort.
"Of course not," I replied quietly. "A husband and wife should always sleep together. Anyway, I need to get out to the conference before either of you are out of bed. Perhaps this is the last time I'll see you this week.............." With that I left then, went to bed, went to sleep, slept like a log..............
At last on the Friday evening I went home to my wife, and shared a good meal together. Toward the end of the meal she smiled. "I had my sister on the phone earlier." She paused. "She says you can come and stay anytime, sooner rather than later. What did you do to them................? And by the way -- I arranged for them to come and spend next weekend with us................" |
19,448 | Wrinkles | knightfantasies | NonConsent/Reluctance | 2018-01-27 | 2020-09-20 | 2022-01-01 15:45:37 | 2 | literotica.com | https://www.literotica.com/s/wrinkles-1 | 1. Naive wife gets a wrinkle but an ugly man has magic cum. 2. Marie takes her moms place and saves her dad. | ['Anal', 'Ass To Mouth', 'Big Cock', 'Deep Throat', 'Dominant', 'Forced', 'Naive', 'Non-Consensual', 'Oral', 'Wife'] | 4.39 | _Decision Time_
Desi never imagined there would come a day when she would have to make such an undignified decision; but, that day had arrived. She shivered in disgust at the ugly man sitting on the patio chair in front of her. If he were telling the truth, it would all be worth it but, there was only one disgusting way to find out.
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_The Previous Day_
Desi had it all, a beautiful home, a mature, wealthy husband, a body to die for and a beautiful face. It was her twenty-ninth birthday party, and her husband had given her a big surprise, a brand new red Mercedes convertible sports car. Unfortunately, her first wrinkle dampened Desi's happiness.
Her girlfriends all laughed at her and said it was the start of a downward slope and there was nothing she could do about it. Desi was devastated, and in spite of the extravagant party and well-wishes, she couldn't be happy. She mingled with her guests and drank too much champagne as she tried to drown her imaginary woes.
Juan was listening to the pretty white woman celebrating her birthday and moaning of her concern about getting her first wrinkle. As he looked around, this woman had it all; he shook his head and couldn't believe she was so shallow to be so troubled about a fucking wrinkle!
Juan struggled to put aside enough money to send his daughter to college. He had to work almost non-stop, and when his friend asked him to serve at the party tonight, he jumped at the chance to earn easy money. Rich people always amazed him with their 'better than you' attitude, but he would take their money.
Juan was almost invisible as he wandered through the crowd on the large outside grounds. The in-ground pool had a fountain shooting water up in the air, and the view of the city lights was incredible. Juan lived with his family in a four-room apartment that they all shared and his vision was the next door building. He couldn't imagine living in such luxury.
When Desi walked to the edge of the property, Juan was bored and made his way nonchalantly towards her.
"Good evening Miss," said Juan, "would you like a fresh drink?"
Desi had a tear in her eye as replaced her glass. She didn't even say thanks but turned away and looked back out at the valley view. Juan was prepared to ignore her attitude but decided to have some fun with her.
"Miss," Juan said, "I don't mean to interrupt, but I think I can help you out."
Desi turned and looked at the help; he was a short, ugly man with a huge nose and a bald head. If Desi had to guess she would say he was Mexican or South American but he didn't have an accent.
"I don't know what you mean," she huffed, "and I don't appreciate you being personal with me."
"I'm sorry," Juan said, "but I overheard you talking to the other ladies. May I show you a picture of my wife?"
"What on earth for?" said Desi as she got even more annoyed with the waiter.
"I think you will be impressed," said Juan, "only one brief moment but it may change your life."
Desi was perturbed but also intrigued, "Okay," she said, "but make it quick!"
"Please hold the tray for me," said Juan as he held it out to her. Desi let out another huff and reluctantly held the tray as Juan reached into his back pocket and pulled a photo out of his wallet. "Here is a picture of my wife," he said, "she is fifty-seven."
As Juan took the tray back from Desi, he handed her the photo. It wasn't his wife but his twenty-one-year-old daughter, Marie. She was beautiful like her mom, and he thanked God she didn't look like him.
"This is your wife," said Desi as she looked at the photo, "She looks so young. Is she fifty-seven? Impossible!"
Juan knew that Desi had taken his bait, her vain ego wanted to believe it was true. He could see the wheels turning in her head as she looked at him, trying to judge whether he was telling the truth or not.
"Yes," lied Juan, "that is my wife, and we found a secret that keeps her skin smooth and wrinkle-free."
"I don't believe you," said Desi, "you would be rich if that were true."
"You're right I should be, but the researchers keep getting it wrong, it's a long story," said Juan, "too long to discuss with you now. I am sorry, you're right I should never have bothered you. Excuse me."
Juan took the photo back from Desi put it in his shirt pocket and walked away. He hadn't gone three steps before he heard her call out to him.
"Wait!" she said, "Tell me more. I need to know the secret."
Juan could see other guests were looking at them now. "Perhaps we could meet a different time?" he said as he looked around the area, "When it is more private."
"Yes, yes," she said quickly, "can you come here tomorrow? My husband is gone at nine am, and the housekeeper is off tomorrow."
"I am working tomorrow, and it would mean missing my wages," said Juan as he looked into her blue eyes," Maybe it is not such a good idea to be alone with me. What would your husband say?"
"I will pay you," said Desi in a desperate attempt to get him to come over. "Is five hundred dollars enough?"
Juan hesitated, this was going farther than he intended. The picture was a joke and to get back at her for her rudeness. But five hundred dollars was a small fortune in Juan's world.
"Okay," said Juan, "but you must swear to keep our meeting secret."
"Thank you," said Desi, "can your wife come as well?"
"No," said Juan, "she is a housekeeper at a downtown hotel for the last twenty-five years."
"Oh," said Desi as she was giving the whole thing a second thought. If it was true and he did have a secret, then it was worth the risk. "Okay, be here at ten am, and we can talk more."
"Yes Miss," said Juan as he walked away to hand out more drinks. He chuckled under his breath at how naive she was and how easy he had manipulated her. He wondered what he could get her to do tomorrow.
Desi watched the ugly man walk away and thought about the picture. If the photo were real, then she would give anything to keep her skin just like that. Smooth and free of wrinkles. She watched the ugly man talking to her girlfriend Susan as she took a drink from his tray, Susan looked from the server to Desi and smiled strangely at her. Desi rejoined the party with all her friends with a renewed sense of hope.
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_The First Meeting_
Juan arrived precisely at ten am, and Desi opened the door for him. He saw her frown as she looked at his worn clothes before she turned away and walked into the house
"Come in," said Desi, "Will this take long? I have a tennis lesson this morning at the club."
Juan forced a smile, "no, " he said as he followed her into the mansion and closed the door behind himself. He bit his tongue and told himself once she gave him the five hundred dollars he would leave.
"Are your shoes clean?" said Desi as she turned and looked at his plain brown shoes, "Oh never mind the maid will clean up tomorrow. Follow me."
Desi led the way through the massive house to the back patio, the cover of an overhanging roof shaded the red-stripped padded chairs. Last night Juan had marveled at the glow from the outdoor fireplace, but it was off now as the summer heat was just starting to fill the air. The moving water in the swimming pool gave the impression it was running out and down the steep bank. He could see the bustling city below and wondered what her husband did to afford such an expensive house.
Juan saw that Desi had 'tennis' clothes on, a tight white top emphasized her breasts and the white bra underneath. He found out her short white skirt was combination shorts as she flashed him a peek when she sat down. Her blond hair was pulled back into a ponytail and tied off with a pink scrunchie. Juan sat down in the chair next to her and waited for Desi to begin.
"I would have canceled today, but I realized I don't have your phone number," Desi said. "So what is this secret of yours and why aren't you rich?"
Juan looked at Desi; she wanted to be blunt, so he decided to be as well. "Before we start you mentioned five hundred dollars. But I don't think I will tell you," said Juan, "you are very rude to me." With that Juan stood up and opened the sliding patio door to a room twice the size of his apartment.
"Wait!" said Desi as she looked at him, "I'm sorry. Please don't leave."
"You have the money?" said Juan.
"Yes, I will get you a check."
"No, I think not. It is best if your husband doesn't know about me."
"Okay, yes, give me a moment, and I will be right back," said Desi.
Juan returned to his seat and waited for the young woman to come back. While she was gone, he enjoyed the view of the valley and city in the distance. Desi interrupted his daydreaming and returned with five one hundred dollar bills which she gave to him.
"My name is Juan, what is yours?"
"Destiny, but my friends call me Desi."
"Well Desi, if we are going to work together then you need to call me Juan or sir."
"What do you mean work together?" said Desi, "You said you have a secret, is it cream?"
"I can see the wrinkle on your face," said Juan as his eyes surveyed her face, "That is just the first of many, soon your whole face will be wrinkled."
Juan watched Desi shiver, in actuality Juan couldn't see any wrinkles on her smooth white skin. "Come closer to me," Juan said.
Desi leaned forward to let Juan look at her, she jumped but remained seated as he cupped both sides of her face in his calloused hands. His brown fingers massaged her cheeks and forehead as he nodded and said hmm over and over.
"Is it bad?" said Desi both worried and disgusted he had touched her.
"Not yet," said Juan, "you may have caught it soon enough. Once a wrinkle is there, you can't take it away, but my cream will stop new ones."
"Really? Whatever it costs, I want it!" begged Desi.
"Unfortunately," said Juan, "I only have enough cream for one person. So it is either you or my wife."
"Can't you make more?"
"I do every day, but not enough for two."
"I don't understand?" said Desi, "Why not?"
Juan looked at the pretty woman, a woman who would never look twice in his direction, but now listened to his every word. He looked into her eyes to make sure she was looking at him then lowered his gaze to her breasts; they looked so cute and suck-able in her tight top.
It was now, or never he thought. "You have nice tits," he said, "Will you show them to me?"
Desi's mouth opened in shock. "How dare you!" she screamed, "Get out right now!"
Juan smiled fully at her for the first time, and Desi could see he was missing several teeth. His brown eyes held no sympathy only amusement at her outburst.
"If I leave now I will never return, no matter how much you beg me," Juan said, "You will grow old and wrinkly and your husband will throw you away for a younger woman with smooth skin."
Juan knew Desi was vain enough to believe every word he said. He imagined the turmoil she was going through, and whether to believe him or not, the consequences were all that mattered to her. He knew she would do it.
Even though Desi was hesitant, she wanted to believe with all her heart that Juan did have a magic wrinkle cream. "How do I even know your wrinkle cream works?" said Desi, "All I have seen is one picture, and it could be anyone."
Juan pulled out a small worn photo album and gave it to Desi. The pictures were of him, and his wife from the past twenty-five or so years. The first photos showed a younger Juan and his wife, and as they progressed you could see Juan age, but his wife stayed the same. Her body and face remained young and vibrant and what Desi noticed with growing excitement was she remained wrinkle free.
"I believe you," said Desi with more enthusiasm than she intended.
Desi's body and facial expressions gave away her excitement, and Juan knew she was hooked.
"I have changed my mind about seeing your tits," he said suddenly.
Desi relaxed a bit, "thank you," she said.
"No, you misunderstand me," he smiled, "I want to see you entirely naked, or I will leave and take my secret with me."
Desi wanted to scream at him again, but she held back. He was right, once her face started getting wrinkles her greatest fear was her husband would trade her in for a 'new' model, and she would have nothing. That is how she ended up with her husband now and the prenup she signed made it clear she would get nothing in a divorce.
"How do I know your cream works?" said Desi, "I only have your word."
"And the photos," said Juan, "but you are getting ahead of yourself. What are you willing to do for my special wrinkle cream? What could you possibly offer me that would make me deprive my beautiful wife of it?"
As Desi thought about what she could offer him, Juan leaned forward, and she tried her best not to cringe as she let him caress her face again with his hand.
"Such a beautiful face," he said, "such a pity it will turn into a prune."
"Anything," whispered Desi as she looked down at her clasped hands, "I would do anything."
"I'm waiting," Juan said with a big smile on his face as his tongue peeked out of the space between his missing teeth.
"Can we go into the house?" she asked hopefully, "somewhere more private."
Juan looked around and could see none of her neighbors had a view of her covered patio. "No," he said firmly, "this is fine for now."
"Are the pictures real?" asked Desi one more time. She wanted to believe so badly.
"Yes," said Juan as he sneered at her, "now take your fucking clothes off and don't make me repeat myself!"
Desi jumped at the harsh, demanding tone. She never dreamed she would let a...'stranger'...treat her like this, let alone such an ugly man.
"Stand up," he ordered, "do it now, or I am leaving forever."
The chair squeaked on the concrete as Desi pushed it back and stood to face Juan. She hated his smug smile, big nose, and his bald head; she hated everything about him. This whole thing seemed wrong, but the images of his unchanging wife in the photos were astonishing and proof he did have a magic wrinkle cream. She desperately needed that cream before more wrinkles appeared on her face.
"Good girl," smirked Juan as Desi stood up before him, "come close to me I want to touch your young body."
Juan placed a hand on each of Desi's bare white thighs, and she shivered at his touch. Juan rubbed her strong legs moving up until his fingers were under her tennis skirt finding the attached shorts. The elastic waistband expanded as he slowly pulled them down until her white lace panties were exposed. He left her skirt/shorts at knee level and leaned in to smell her pussy. Her scent was strong, either she was excited to be doing this against her will, or her husband had fucked her this morning. He pushed two fingers between her legs rubbing her panties and reached behind her with his other hand to find she was wearing a thong. Her bare ass felt so good on his fingers as he squeezed her roughly.
"Did your husband fuck you this morning?"
Desi was trying hard not to let this ugly man turn her on. He was mistreating her so badly she felt like a whore at his hands. "Yes," she said, "my husband made love to me before leaving for work."
"Did he come into your cunt?"
Desi cringed at that word; she had always hated it. "Yes."
"Did you wash after?"
"No."
"Why not?"
Desi didn't want to reveal her fetishes to this man, but she had no choice. "I like to keep it inside of me."
Juan looked up at the young wife, and she had her eyes closed as his fingers excited her. He could feel her arousal even if she didn't want it to happen. He pinched her tiny pussy lips, and her eyes opened wide as she moaned out loud.
"Look at me while I play with your cunt," Juan said, "This is turning you on isn't it?"
"No," said Desi lying to herself. She tried to maintain eye contact with Juan, but he looked like a deranged pervert. Never in a million years did she think this could happen to her. Right in her own home.
Juan's fingers moved the lace panties to one side, and he rubbed her bare folds. He could feel they were tiny, almost like she didn't have any. His wife had big pussy lips, and he enjoyed sucking on them whenever they had sex. Juan pushed his index finger into her and found she was very tight, like a virgin.
"You have a tiny cunt," laughed Juan, "does your husband have a tiny cock to match?"
Desi wanted to tell this obnoxious little brown man to fuck off but couldn't. The risk was too high. Desi did have a small, tight opening and it was one of the reasons her husband had married her. Juan had guessed right, her husband's cock was lucky if it was four inches hard and skinny as her little finger. They were a perfect match for each other, and neither one complained.
"Please Juan," said Desi as she called him by his name for the first time, "your finger is too big."
"Oh, Senorita," Juan smiled and laughed, "soon you will have something much bigger in you."
"NO!" screamed Desi trying to get away from Juan, "I can't do this!"
Juan was powerful from his years of heavy labor, and he readily held Desi in place. Her attempt to break free had lodged his finger deeper inside of her tight hole. She tottered in place with her knees bound by her tennis skirt as she bounced from leg to the other.
"Oh fuck!," Desi moaned, "Please take your finger out! It hurts so much!"
"Stop it!" yelled Juan, "Stop your sniveling and listen to me!"
Desi looked down at Juan and could see he was irate. He wasn't pushing his finger up any higher, but it felt like he had his fist in her. She tried to relax and look at him, the tears falling from her eyes landed on his arm. Her breath was coming in gasps as she tried to calm down. She could feel him rubbing her bum in a comforting way, and it bothered her that she was enjoying it. Slowly she came back to reality and what was happening. A total stranger had his finger in her pussy, and if she read between the lines correctly, he had just threatened to put his penis in her. It was all too much for her.
"If you want my cream you will do what I say," Juan said. He stood up to look in her eyes; they were both about the same size at around five foot two. Juan kept his finger in Desi as he brought his face right up to hers. "I want you to kiss me like we are lovers, if you don't, well I think you already know the consequences."
Desi's blue eyes starred into Juan's dark brown ones. "You promise to give me the cream?" she asked.
"You have to earn it," he said frankly, "To be beautiful forever; is that what you want?"
When Desi didn't answer, he wiggled his finger in her. "Yes!" she exclaimed, "I want what your wife has. I want to be beautiful forever!"
The fantasy of being beautiful forever drove Desi to do what Juan asked. She threw her arms around him, and her lips met him, hesitantly at first, with her eyes firmly closed to block out his disgusting physical features. Desi felt his tongue try to gain entry to her mouth and she fought against it. Only when he wiggled his finger did she relent and open her mouth to him. Now he was violating two of her three openings, and she prayed he never wanted the last one.
Juan couldn't believe his good fortune. The snobby naive young wife was now putty in his hands. Every time he wiggled his finger into her tight pussy she would moan and dance. He didn't know if it was in pain or pleasure, but he also didn't care. She was kissing him now and sucking on his tongue as he thrust it into her mouth. Her pussy was getting wet, and his finger was able to move easier, so he increased the speed and depth of his uninvited invasion of her body. Each push of his finger elicited a new moan or squeal from her and filled him with a sense of power. This new intoxicating power overshadowed Juan's ordinarily calm and accommodating demeanor. For the first time in his life, he felt like an alpha male.
Desi was confused, this despicable little man had somehow made her pussy wet, and she was now enjoying his big finger inside her. "Oh fuck," Desi moaned, "what are you doing to me?"
Juan was pleased with himself; he had taken control and excited this skinny white woman. Her tight pussy was leaking heavily now with her juices and probably her husbands too. Her head was nestled on his shoulder as she worked her hips on his finger. He grabbed her blonde ponytail and pulled her head back to look at her pretty face. Desi's glazed blue eyes filled with lust and shame.
"Take your top off, show me your tits," said Juan as he pushed his finger up higher.
This time Desi didn't argue, she crossed her arms and pulled her top over her head dropping it to the concrete floor exposing her white matching lace bra. In a couple of motions, the bra found a spot on the floor next to her top. Desi tried to cover her breasts, but Juan slapped her hands down. Desi was embarrassed about her breasts and always wore padded bras to hide how small they are from everyone.
Juan tried not to laugh at the size of her breasts, but he couldn't help himself. "That's it?" he laughed, "This is what you were trying to hide?"
The roar of Juan's laughter and taunting further demeaned her. "I'm sorry," Desi said for no apparent reason other than humiliation.
Juan laughed as he pinched one of her nipples between his fingers. "So," he said, " you have the tits of a ten-year-old girl and the cunt to match. You were lucky to find a husband who doesn't want a real woman."
"I know," said a defeated Desi, "That's why I need your cream, I need to stay beautiful, so I don't lose my husband."
Juan stroked her face and looked at her in a new light. She was a desperate woman who appeared to have it all and yet she was no different than him. They both had their day to day struggles.
Desi's face winced as Juan withdrew his finger from her vagina. It hurt to be in her but also hurt to not have it in her. Her orgasm was building against her own free will with this man. When Juan presented his finger to her lips, she sucked on it tasting her juices and her husbands. Because of her tight pussy, she could keep his seed in her all day or until she went pee. Desi liked oral sex, but she had never tried to taste her husband this way and found it strangely exciting.
"That's a good girl," said Juan, "Suck the juices off my finger before I put it back in you."
Juan enjoyed the moans coming from Desi as she sucked his finger clean. "You have a big finger," whispered Desi, "It's bigger than my husband's penis."
"Are you kidding me?" said Juan, "Wait until you see my cock then!"
"Juan, we need to talk," said Desi, "my pussy is very tight, but I have learned to use my mouth to please men. I promise you will be not be disappointed."
"What about your ass?" Juan asked.
"Sometimes," answered Desi hesitantly, "it depends on how big the man is."
"Take my cock out," Juan ordered.
Desi reached for the zipper on Juan's worn pants; her hands were shaking a bit at the thought of seeing his cock. Every man was different, and Desi had seen many over the years, but since she had married five years ago, she had only seen her husbands tiny one. She reached into Juan's off-white underwear and circled her hand around his warm penis. She tried not to gasp at the size and could feel he was big, not the biggest she had touched, but several times the size of her husbands.
As soon as Desi's fingers touched his cock, Juan almost lost it. Her small fingers circled his cock, and she stroked him in his underwear. "Look at it," he said, "tell me what you will do with my cock."
Desi pulled Juan's cock out into the morning sunshine. "This is crazy," she mumbled to herself as she got her first look at his cock. "You're too big for my pussy," said Desi as she stroked him, "I can suck you though and maybe if you are careful you can use my bum. But only if I get the wrinkle cream as you promised."
Juan knew he should just leave, but his lust wouldn't let him. Never had a beautiful white woman been so intimate with him, he wondered how far he could take her in this made of game of his.
"Suck me," said Juan, "get on your knees and suck my cock into your pretty mouth."
Desi felt herself obeying Juan as she knelt down. Her tennis skirt gave her knees some comfort from the harsh concrete surface but not much. Juan did have a nice cock she thought, not too big or thick, just the size she liked. She was surprised to find his cock smelled fresh and clean as she nuzzled her face into him. It had been a long time since she had a cock in her mouth that had substance. She sucked him as deep as she could and dreamed of being beautiful forever, even if she had to do nasty things with Juan, it would be worth it.
Juan's cock grew in this foolish woman's mouth, her oral skills were excellent, and he didn't want to come too soon. He grabbed her by the sides of her head and forced his cock deep, holding her there while she gagged and slapped his legs. "Put your hands down," Juan ordered, "or I will tie them behind your back."
Juan loved the power he had over her as he watched her obey and slowly lower her arms. He pushed his cock the rest of the way in, he wasn't huge, but even his wife couldn't take all of him. Her gagging was turning him on, but he didn't want to have her pass out, so he slowly pulled back. With a loud gasp, Desi sucked in air as Juan's cock left her mouth. "You bastard!" she screamed as the tears rolled down her face dragging her mascara with them, "you almost killed me!"
Desi tried to get up, but Juan held her down, "I thought you said you could suck a cock," he laughed, "that was a pitiful attempt. I don't think you want the cream."
"Please Juan, let me try again," Desi begged as she re-grouped, "it's just been so long since I had a cock as big as yours. I can do better!"
"You're just a skinny white spoiled rich girl. Are you willing to give up all this?" Juan said as he waved his arms through the air at the house and pool. "I don't give a fuck about you. I don't know you, and I don't like you." Juan stepped back one pace, "In fact maybe I should just give my cream to your girlfriend instead, she was interested too and said she would pay me more than you."
Desi panicked as she looked up at Juan, "NO!" she pleaded, "It was that fucking Susan wasn't it, she has always been jealous of me!"
"Maybe," said Juan as showed her his toothless smile, "she said you faked everything and would fake it with me."
"That bitch! She is the one with fake tits and nose! Wait till I see her!" Desi said.
"You will not say anything to her," Juan threatened, "if you ever mention me to her you will never see me again. Is that clear!"
Desi was still angry, but she put it aside, this was more important than a petty dispute with her soon to be ex-best friend. "I'm sorry your right," Desi apologized, "tell me what you want. Please!"
"Make my cock hard again then take me all the way in your mouth. You will not hit me, and you will not try to escape. I will hold it there as long as I want." Juan didn't have a mean bone in his body, but this woman brought out the anger in him. He resented her privilege and her racist attitude. "If you can't do it then the cream will go to your girlfriend."
Desi never said a word only opened her mouth, and with pleading eyes looked up at Juan as she waited for him. Juan stepped forward, and Desi sucked madly on his cock, using all her old tricks to make him hard again. Desi vowed she would take it down her throat; there was no way that bitch Susan would get HER cream.
"Very good," said a pleased Juan, "that is much better. You like sucking a real man's cock I can tell."
Desi moaned in appreciation, Juan was right, she did love doing this, and she could feel her pussy dripping onto her tennis shorts. Desi felt Juan's hands in her hair and to please him instead of waiting for him to use her throat she pushed forward as far as she could. There were still several inches to go and in one motion Desi buried took his cock to the hilt, past her gag reflex. His strong hands held her there as he waited to see if she would panic.
Juan started counting the seconds, five, ten, at fifteen seconds her body was moving side to side, but she made no effort to escape. At twenty seconds Juan pulled his cock out. "That's much better," Juan said, "just remember Susan will always be available if you don't please me."
Desi struggled to stay calm, just the mention of Susan's name infuriated her. "Thank you, Juan; I promise you will not be disappointed with me."
"Now I fuck you, ass or cunt?" asked Juan.
"What about the cream?" Desi begged, "When do I get the cream?"
"The magic is in my cum. That is what keeps my wife young and beautiful," said Juan, "she rubs it on her face, and it stops the wrinkles."
Desi didn't have to pretend to be shocked, she was. She couldn't believe the wrinkle cream was Juan's cum. She had never heard of such a thing and wondered once again if Juan was telling the truth. "How often does she have to do this?" Desi asked hesitantly.
"When she was younger only once a week," said Juan, "but now that she is older she needs it every night." Juan looked at Desi and could see she was in shock. "If I give my cream to you, then my wife will have to miss out once a week, and she will start to age. I haven't decided if you are worthy to receive it or not. Perhaps I should meet with Susan first?"
Desi thought she could just give Juan a quick blowjob, get the cream and then never see him again. This new knowledge changed everything. One thing she vowed was her fucking girlfriend Susan would never get the cream, no matter what. "So, we would need to meet every week?" said Desi, "and you would have to what, come on my face?"
"Yes," said Juan, "and of course you would need to pay me five hundred dollars each time." Juan couldn't believe this silly woman was so naive as to believe this story. "If I decide you are the one, then you will also allow me to fuck all your holes." he continued, "even your tight cunt."
Desi went white at that thought; she knew the pain would be unbearable. "Would you be satisfied with just my ass?" Desi desperately asked.
"Would you like me to call Susan?" Juan sneered at her.
"No," said a defeated Desi, she couldn't bear the thought of Susan being beautiful instead of her. "You can fuck my pussy too."
"When you are with me it's called a cunt," ordered Juan, "now tell me what I can do to you every week."
Desi could see there was no compassion in Juan's brown eyes. She had to make an ugly choice, "Juan please meet with me every week so I can receive your special wrinkle cream." she conceded, "I want you to fuck my mouth, my cunt, and my ass and come on my face. I will do whatever you ask of me, and I hope you will find me worthy."
Juan wanted to scream out to the world; this beautiful young white woman had just willing given herself to him. She was his to fuck every week until she realized there was no magic wrinkle cream, and she was going to pay him to do it! Like the best poker player in the world, his face showed no emotions as he looked down at her on her knees in front of him. "You will be my willing sex partner, and you will pay me," he said simply, "and in return, I will provide my wrinkle cream to you ."
"Yes, I agree."
"Good!" said a smiling Juan, "I think it is time to see how tight your cunt is! Do you have any cream or do you want me to use your spit?"
"Do you have a condom?" asked Desi hopefully. Never in her wildest dreams did she imagine she would be having sex with a strange man that just entered her life. Especially one so ugly.
"Do you have a disease?" said Juan as he stroked his fat cock.
"No, but..." Desi started to say.
"Then it will not be necessary," interrupted Juan, "my bare cock will go in all your holes."
Desi knew that sound traveled easily from estate to estate and she didn't want the neighbors to hear her scream when Juan invaded her pussy with his big cock. "My lubrication cream is in the bedroom," Desi said, "can we go inside please Juan?"
The idea of fucking this woman on her bed was appealing to Juan, "You want to fuck me on the bed you share with your husband?" he laughed, "maybe we can invite him to watch next time?"
Desi froze at that suggestion, "NO!" she screamed, "he must never find out!"
Juan's laugh was so loud Desi was sure her neighbors heard him, she had to get him into the house quickly before one of them called her. "Fuck me, Juan, fuck my cunt! Let's go inside now." said a desperate Desi.
Juan reached out and helped Desi up as her shorts and panties fell from her legs. Desi bent over to pick them up and realized her mistake when she felt Juan's hand on her back. "Stay like that," he said, "I want to look at your ass and touch you. Hmm, such soft skin." Juan murmured. "Pull your cheeks apart for me."
A shiver ran through Desi's body as Juan caressed her bum, she could feel him pushing his thumb into her bum. "Please, Juan can we use some cream? You're hurting me."
Juan switched to her cunt and pushed his finger into her once more. "Okay," he said as his finger went it easier this time, "I can't wait to feel your tight cunt!" Juan pulled his finger out and slapped her ass hard making Desi jump.
"Ow!" said Desi rubbing her ass, "that hurt!"
"That's for making me wait," said Juan as he stroked his cock, "Hurry before I slap your ass again!"
Desi grabbed her clothes and hustled to the patio door knowing Juan would be right on her heels. This time she held the door open for him and let him enter first, showing him some respect. "Please follow me," Desi said, "my bedroom is just down the hall."
Everything in the bedroom was huge, the bed, the furniture, the windows, the closets and even the adjoining bathroom. Desi was very nervous as she prepared the bed, she pulled back the fancy bedspread to reveal pale green satin sheets. "I need to get a towel," said Desi as she walked into the massive bathroom. Juan had never laid on satin sheets before, his hand slid effortlessly across the surface, and he looked forward to leaving his mark on them.
Desi returned with a towel and some lube which she placed on the nightstand. "How do you want to do this?" she asked nervously. Desi was having a hard time maintaining eye contact with Juan as he started to undress.
Juan's naked body was short like Desi's, just over the five-foot mark. His body didn't have much fat on it from years of physical labor, and his weighty cock was semi-hard. However, his body could never make amends for his ugly face.
"I am your lover now," said Juan confidently, "your only concern is to make sure I am pleased so that I keep coming back. Otherwise..."
"I understand," said Desi as she moved towards him, "would you like me to suck you again or you can fuck my ass."
"What about your cunt?" said Juan with a big smile revealing his missing teeth.
"We can try," Desi hesitantly said knowing full well the pain it would cause, "whatever pleases you, Juan."
Juan picked up Desi by the waist and effortlessly lifted her up, so her cunt was just on his cock. Desi wrapped her arms around Juan's neck and waited knowing no matter which hole he chooses it was going to bring her pain.
"I could force my cock into you," said Juan as he looked into her scared eyes, "or I can let you do it. Which do you prefer?"
"Please Juan, let me put your cock in me," Desi urgently said, "I need to go slowly, or it will hurt me."
"Okay," said Juan, "this time it is your choice, but next time it will be mine."
Desi was overcome with gratitude, "Oh thank you, thank you," she said as she smothered his face in kisses and even pushed her tongue into his mouth. "You're a kind man inside," she said as Juan gently lowered her onto the bed, "I just know it."
Desi held onto Juan and continued to kiss him. "You're right," he said with a softening voice, "but your attitude made me mad."
"I'm sorry Juan," she said submissively, "I will never do that again. Ever!"
The two new lovers exchanged kisses and explored each other's bodies. Juan had joined Desi on the bed, and he rolled her on top of him. "Use your lube on my cock and then sit on me," said Juan as he pinched her nipple.
"Yes, Juan," said Desi as she brought the lube and towel onto the bed. She squeezed a large glob in her palm and wrapped her hand around his cock. Her fingers didn't touch, and even though the pain was only moments away, she was excited to feel his cock in her. "You have a beautiful cock," Desi said as she leaned down and took the head into her mouth. She swirled her tongue in circles as she stroked his shaft, making it as slippery as possible.
"Fuck me, woman!" Juan exclaimed, "your mouth feels so good on my cock!"
Desi smiled and moaned at Juan's compliment, "Thank you, Juan," she said, "would you like me to keep sucking you or do you want my ass or pus...cunt now?" Desi almost forgot that Juan liked to call it a cunt.
"I think it's time to stretch your tight cunt," Juan said as he smiled at her, "come sit on me, you can go as slow as you want to."
"Thank you for being nice to me," Desi said, "I'm scared it will hurt a lot."
Desi straddled Juan and reached under her to guide his cock into her pussy. Repeatedly she tried to get it inside her, but she was just too tight. Desi was panicking that Juan would leave or he would force it himself. "I'm sorry Juan, I'm trying!"
"Relax Desi," said Juan as he played with her nipples, "just relax your body and it will slip right in. There is no rush."
"Thank you, Juan I am tense," she said as she bent down to kiss him.
Juan held her to his body as he massaged her back and bum, he could feel her muscles start to relax as he rubbed her. "You're a beautiful woman," he whispered into her ear, "I am a lucky man to be with you, and I want you always to be beautiful Desi; let me help you."
"Hmm, I love the way you massage me," Desi moaned, "I am melting into your arms."
"Try Desi again," Juan encouraged, "relax your body and let me in."
Desi reached between them and this time she could feel herself opening up, slowly she pushed against him. "Relax sweetheart," said Juan, "your flower will open for me. Don't rush, just let it happen."
Some how a switch went off in Desi's mind, Juan didn't seem so ugly to her now, and she did want his cock in her. With no warning, his mushroom head slipped inside, "Oh fuck Juan, it feels like the first time!" Desi moaned, "Your big cock is in me! I did it!"
"You're amazing Desi," Juan coaxed her, "such a sexy woman!"
The flattery and the sudden change in Juan's tone allowed Desi to let go of her inhibitions and free herself to him. She could feel more, and more of his out-sized cock enter her hole, this was the most massive cock she had ever allowed inside her. "Oh Juan, it's beautiful, I feel so full," Desi purred, "how much is left to go?"
Juan reached down and could feel she only had about half of him inside her, "only a little more, keep pushing back," he urged, "maybe sit up a bit and fuck me. Keep your hands on my chest and bounce up and down."
Desi tried to take more of Juan's big cock, but she was too tight, "I'm sorry Juan, my cunt is too small for your cock."
"I love your tiny tits, and your big nipples," Juan said as he tried to distract her, "can you swing your legs forward, over my shoulders? I will hold your bum up while you switch."
There was no way Desi could have seen this coming, as soon as her legs were out in front of her she could feel Juan letting go very slowly. "Can you feel it Desi?" asked Juan, "the rest of my cock is finding a home."
All of her weight was now forcing Juan's cock up deep, deeper than any man had ever been. "Let me go, Juan," said Desi bravely as she looked between her legs, "I want all of you inside me!"
Little by little Desi settled onto Juan's cock, she never imagined it possible, to have such a big cock inside her. "Oh my god!" Desi said as her ass rested on Juan's legs, "I did it! You're all the way in me!"
Juan looked at the young wife as she beamed with pride, he almost felt guilty for his silly game. Almost. He knew his cock would be sore tomorrow, just as painful as her cunt would be. But right now all he wanted to do was fuck her and then come on her pretty face and give her his imaginary wrinkle cream.
"How does it feel my princess?" asked Juan.
Desi looked at Juan, "It feels like I should have done this a long time ago," she said, "I don't know how I can go back to my husband's tiny dick now."
"Don't worry," he said, "in a day you will shrink back. Right now I want to fuck you."
In several moves, Juan managed to position Desi on her back with him between her legs. His cock had slipped a bit but never left her pussy, and in one push he was once more buried entirely. "Your cunt is so tight!" Juan said as Desi winced at his thrust, "Are you ready for me to fuck you hard?"
"Yes, I want it," Desi smiled, "fuck my cunt with your big cock!"
Juan fucked Desi slowly not wanting to withdraw too far so she could get used to his size. Her cracked voice encouraged him to 'give it to her,' and Juan was pleased to see she was no longer a reluctant victim of his ruse. Desi was vulnerable in this position as his cock stabbed into the deepest part of her with no resistance. Juan had a new level of courage as he assaulted Desi with the relentless exploitation of her naivete.
Desi was a willing partner now as she spread herself for Juan and his big cock. She felt guilty of cheating on her husband, but Juan's wrinkle cream would keep her beautiful in the years to come. In her twisted mind, she was making a sacrifice for her husband, and this wasn't adultery. Desi let out an audible gasp as Juan increased the speed and force of his thrusts.
The aggressive abuse of Desi's body prompted Juan to declare in his mind if she was willing to do this then she would do anything for him. As he approached his orgasm, he clawed back the feeling to extend his dominance over her.
Desi ignored the pain in her pussy as pleasure radiated through her body; she couldn't believe the difference between sex with her husband and Juan. The intensity was building as parts of her body were being touched for the first time, this experience threatened to spoil her forever. No longer was this a nightmare for her, and she couldn't wait to receive his extraordinary cum. The pleasure and promise Juan was giving her would bind her to sexual enslavement for as long as he wanted her. Desi's only worry was Juan would grow tired of her too quickly, and she vowed never to let that happen; she would suffer any evil to keep him happy.
The facial expressions and beauty of Desi hypnotized Juan, he was breaking her emotionally and physically, and she was responding with enthusiasm as she screamed out in pleasure. He had turned her iceberg personality into an erupting volcano. Her passionate scream filled the house when her orgasm hit, her squinted eyes focused on his as her body went into spasms and her subsequent piercing screams continued. The challenge for Juan now was where to come as his orgasm approached. If he came into her cunt, she would be suspicious of him. If he came on her face, then the sex would be done for today. He decided to see what Desi wanted, "You look so beautiful when you come," Juan said, "I am close too, do you want me to come the first time in you?"
Sexy was not the first thing Desi thought of as she looked at Juan during the best orgasms of her life but she was mesmerized by his intensity and enthusiasm in this odd coupling. Her future beauty no longer seemed so bleak or dark to imagine, all thanks to a chance meeting with Juan and their new sexual relationship.
Desi didn't know if Juan was testing her or not. "Can you come again today?" she asked and was relieved when he nodded yes, " then I want to feel you come inside my cunt." She knew it was the right answer as Juan smiled down at her. She was getting used to his toothless smile and ugly face. "Kiss me, Juan, kiss me as you come into my cunt!" Desi was flirting with Juan now as she pushed him to come inside her. Never in her life had she experienced anything close to what was happening today. She felt like a slut and was proud of that feeling, "Oh darling, I want to be your slut!" Desi whispered passively into his ear, "fuck my cunt with your big cock."
Juan wanted to complete the possession of her body. He lifted Desi's legs onto his shoulders and knew this position would cause the most discomfort to her. "This may hurt you," he said quietly and waited for her to reply.
The sexual coercion of Desi was unconditional as she gave in to her sexual predator. The promise of beauty and everlasting youth overshadowed her common sense. "I don't care, sweetie," said Desi with a smile, "if it pleases you, then I want it too."
That was all Juan needed to hear as he attacked her with all he had left in the tank. He was oblivious to the pain he inflicted on her concentrating only on his pleasure. His new abuse reflected the overall uplifting feeling of superiority and dominance over her. He could feel her legs bouncing against him, and her screams reached his ears as he manipulated her body to suit his needs. He was devoid of empathy as a force drove him on until like a cannon he exploded deep into her pussy with overbearing confidence. He collapsed onto her body bringing her legs with him as he turned her into a human pretzel. The sounds of her crying brought him back to reality, and he debated what to do next. With a concentrated effort, he pulled his cock from her tight pussy and rolled off her to gather his breath. Utter obedience was what he wanted from Desi, and it started right now. "Suck my cock clean," Juan said to her as he undercut her emotional meltdown.
Docilely Desi gathered her thoughts and emotions as she struggled to get her body to respond to Juan's pressing order. Her pussy felt destroyed, and her stomach was cramping up. She knew that her usefulness to Juan was dependent on obeying him and wondered if she was capable of doing this every week. She decided not to dwell on that thought as her mouth and tongue found his commanding cock. Desi did Juan's bidding and licked and sucked his cock clean as well as his sizeable balls. Through closed eyes, she tasted their combined fluids until eventually her energy was depleted and she collapsed in his groin.
With certainty, Juan declared psychological victory as he exerted a form of mind-control over Desi. Her body was his to use any way he wanted, and he would satisfy any lingering fetishes he kept locked up inside himself. Juan infused his superiority over Desi and the rare opportunity to take advantage of her insecurities.
Nestled between Juan's legs the shock of what just happened hit Desi. It wasn't guilt that hit her it was fear, with so much at stake she needed reassurance he wasn't disappointed with her efforts. She struggled to broach the question to him as she tried to imagine what he was thinking. The uncertainty was killing her, but she had gone into this with her eyes wide open. She would have sex with Juan, and he would provide his magic wrinkle cream to her. After today it was crystal clear her body would take a beating from his extra-large cock, but she would enjoy it as well.
Juan felt the ceiling fan as it cooled their glistening sweaty bodies. He ran his fingers through her blonde hair and smiled to himself. He perceived that despite her naivete she was intelligent. Desi had responded better to honey than intimidation, and Juan would remember that for the future. He could browbeat her into any sex act, but he wanted a willing partner who would enhance the experience.
"Did you enjoy the cream?" asked Juan as he massaged her face, "you have just started your treatments."
"I did?" said Desi confusedly, "you said that you would come on my face."
"It is more than that," said Juan as he started to make up a new story on the spot, "the cream in your cunt is still potent."
Desi shuffled around so she could look up at him, this ugly man who had just ravaged her body so savagely and yet brought her to the most fantastic orgasm of her life. In some perverse way, she had enjoyed being taken so harshly, used like a common whore. She knew what she was doing would be deemed unacceptable by her social circle, and the judgment would be severe. Her voluntary choice to proceed had been purely reactionary, a bias that beauty was more important in society than intellect.
"Can you afford me?" asked Juan ponderously, "five hundred dollars a week is a lot of money. Will your husband notice?"
A lack of funds was not an issue for Desi; her monthly allowance was more than Juan made in almost a year. Her husband was one of the city's most prominent philanthropists, and he made sure his wife lacked nothing financially. The issue Desi was more concerned about was stealth and privacy and the chance of accidentally being discovered. Desi had an idea she would run by Juan later.
"Yes, I can afford you," Desi affirmed, "what do you need me to do with the cream in my cunt." Desi was having a hard time using the 'c' word, but she knew it would please him.
"You still have an opportunity to benefit," said Juan urgently, "but you must act fast."
Some people lack the skill to determine when an individual is lying; Desi fell into this category. Right now Juan wielded power to affect her mental stability. With a casual word or action, the side effects he inflicted would cut deep into her psyche. It didn't matter about the appropriateness of their interaction; results would differentiate whether this was the single stupidest thing she had done in her life.
With an urgency that surprised even Desi, she had an overwhelming desire to do what Juan said. There was no debate whether it was the right choice the message was clear, the cream was still potent. The ordinarily conservative woman rolled over on her back and lifted her legs in the air to not lose any precious cream. "Help me, Juan! Please!" Desi begged, "I need your cream!"
"This is a critical step," cautioned Juan, "but I am here to guide you along the way. Lift your bum up, and I will slip a pillow under you." In this position he could see her swollen red pussy, she was probably in a lot of pain, but her adrenaline was masking it. "You have done a wonderful job so far Desi, don't disappoint me now," Juan lifted her legs and placed them on his shoulders as he knelt between her, "I am looking forward to being with you each week and supporting you in maintaining your beauty."
The impact of Juan's words made Desi giddy; he just agreed to help her stay beautiful! She envisioned what her future would look like and knew her girlfriends would be jealous of her. "Thank you Juan!" she said excitedly as the news transmitted into her infectious smile. "I know I have; functional difficulties, but I am willing to accept any pain it causes."
Juan had her trapped on her back for his entertainment. "Use your fingers to dig out my cream and paint your face. Do it now before it is too late! Hurry!"
Juan split her legs apart and smiled as the fingers on both of her hands alternately scraped the inside of her pussy searching for his cream. She would hurriedly look at her fingers each time to see how much she found before rubbing it on her face. Desi concentrated on the areas of her face she imagined needed the most attention. With each successful exploration, she would moan and shout out her satisfaction. Luckily for Desi, her pussy was still stretched out from Juan's weighty cock, and she could insert two fingers in at once to their full length. Her long pink fingernails were leaving skid marks inside her tight tunnel that would take days to heal.
When Juan saw her explorations no longer found any cream, he pushed her legs together to force her to stop. "It's clear there is no more cream inside you," said Juan, "you're only hurting yourself now." Even though he had compromised his integrity, he didn't enjoy seeing her self-inflict internal injuries. "We have many stages to go through, and there may be a little discomfort but my years of experience will benefit you, and I am sure you will quickly adjust."
The desperation on Desi's face spilled over to her voice, "Please Juan, I need more!" she implored, "I want to make sure the cream is effective."
Juan clinically inspected her face like a licensed doctor for several long moments, "you're right," he said, "you do need more cream. But you're cunt is too damaged, perhaps we should wait until next week." Juan assumed she would agree to wait a week and be satisfied with today's results, but he threw out an option, "unless..."
Reluctantly Desi knew Juan was right; her pussy was screaming out in pain, it was his last word that got to her. "Yes?" she said with hope, "unless what?" Her deep-rooted fear of not being beautiful enough for her husband prodded her to ask.
Juan's thoughts were deeper and darker than he imagined possible. "There is a way," Juan said, "but it will involve more pain for you. Perhaps we should wait until next week?"
Missing from Juan's face was any indication he was upset, but Desi wanted to make sure he left today with a smile on his face, and the desire to come back next week and every week after that. Perceptively she knew what he was inferring to, and he was right it would mean she would endure more pain. Desi knew now was not the time to be timid, "I think I know what you mean Juan," she said, "and I want you to do it. Please fuck my ass!"
Faith breeds hope, and Desi put all her faith in Juan. She could not deny herself the opportunity to receive more of his wrinkle cream. She swung her legs to side offering her ass to Juan; and he could see a small amount of blood trickle out of her pussy.
After today Juan didn't know if she would ever let him fuck her again, once she sobered up and re-thought her actions. He decided to take advantage of her offer. Juan tried to push the head of his cock into her, but she was too tight. Juan's spittle landed on her rosebud to give him some lubrication. Slowly and with a lot of force, his cock entered her tight hole. Juan didn't allow Desi time to adjust as he tried to keep pushing into her.
"Oh fuck, fuck, fuck! Please, Juan, use some cream?" Desi begged. "My ass is on fire!"
"If you want extra lube, you will have to suck my cock." Juan said, "suck the cock that was just in your ass. It's your choice." he said with a hollow laugh.
"Yes! I will do it," Desi said with relief, "Please let me." As Juan pulled his cock out in one harsh yank, Desi thought her insides came with it. "FUCK!" Desi screamed as the pain reached her brain and her body thrashed.
Juan grabbed a handful of blonde hair and pulled the naive wife up to her knees; she was crying in pain and humiliation at the whim of this little brown ugly man. Tears were running down her face, and Juan watched her reach one hand behind to check on her stretched hole. "You are very tight, but I will fix that!" He laughed, "now lick my cock clean, and we will try again."
Desi breathed a sigh of relief when she found nothing 'extra' hanging out of her hole. She could see Juan's cock was not very 'dirty' with residue from her ass, but she still reached for the towel to clean it off. Just before her fingers could grasp it, Juan pulled her back by her blonde hair. "No, you will use your tongue to clean me," ordered Juan. "Next week you may want to clean your ass better unless you like the taste of your ass," laughed Juan.
"Juan, please, that's disgusting!" Desi begged, "I promise next week I will be clean."
Juan just stared at her, letting her mind make amends with what he asked her to do. It was as if he could read Desi's thoughts as he looked at her. He knew she believed him now and would do anything to get his wrinkle cream. "Now I want to watch you clean your filth off my cock," said Juan, "Are you going to obey me? Do you want my wrinkle cream?"
Desi looked at Juan's dirty cock; she could see some slight staining from her ass. Defeated she agreed, "I will do what you ask me to do. I need the cream."
"Good girl," said Juan, "that is the smartest thing you have said all morning." Juan dragged Desi by her hair and spread his legs. "Do it!" he said simply, "lick me clean. Do it Desi, and I will give you my cream! Isn't that what you want? To be young and beautiful?"
It was now, or never Desi had to make an undignified decision. As she looked at the ugly man brown man kneeling on her bed in front of her, she shivered in disgust. She kept telling herself it would all be worth it, but before she received his special cream, she had to perform a disgusting act on him.
Juan saw she was defeated. "Now Desi," said Juan, "I want you to lick my cock clean without touching me with your hands. Are you ready to do what it takes to get my cream?" He said. "I asked you a question!" Juan said with authority when Desi didn't answer him.
Desi winced, "yes," she said in a daze, "I'm ready." Her tongue hesitantly reached out and licked the tip of Juan's cock. She tried to block out the smell and image as she repeatedly licked and swallowed. When she had the top clean Juan lifted his cock up, and she did the same to the underside. Juan would laugh each time she gagged and ask if she wanted to stop but Desi would shake her head no each time.
"You're my slut now," laughed Juan, "a dirty ass slut!"
"Please Juan," begged Desi, "I'm not like that."
"Really?" said Juan as he looked at her brown stained face, "what if I wanted you to lick my ass clean, would you do it?"
Desi didn't see the building that figuratively fell on her, but she felt it. She wondered if there would ever be an end to the disgusting acts she would have to commit. Demurely she looked up at Juan, "If you want me to lick your ass I will," said Desi with a forced smile.
Juan didn't intend to take it this far, but he couldn't resist, "Do it," he said as he, "if you do a good job after this you can have my cream."
"Thank you, Juan," said a submissive Desi as she buried her face in his ass. Desi felt so degraded in her current position as she listened to Juan describe how good it felt to have her tongue up his ass.
"Yes," said a pleased Juan, "you will do this to me each week." Before Desi had a chance to object Juan added, "or I will call your friend Susan, she said nothing was off limits."
Desi was not sure if she could do this each week, his ass was clean, but it was beyond anything she would willingly agree. The mention of Susan's name triggered her resolve, "Oh fuck Juan!" Desi blurted out as she used both hands now to pull his asshole open wider. "Please don't call her, I will do it."
"Yes, you will!" Juan said indolently. "You are the woman who wants to steal my wife's beauty from her."
"No, never!" Desi hesitated in how best to word her response, "I only want to share a little of your wrinkle cream. Just once a week."
"Get on your hands and knees, I am going to fuck your ass like a dog," he ordered, "ask me nicely, or you will never see me again!"
"Juan, please fuck my ass," Desi begged as her legs shook, "use my ass."
Juan didn't know if the neighbors could hear Desi's screams from the pain he was causing, in his mind, the white bitch deserved everything she was getting.
"Are you all the way in?" moaned Desi in extreme pain.
Juan laughed at the discomfort, "I'm halfway in, and you are tighter than my wife was on our wedding night."
"Oh fuck, fuck, fuck!" Desi begged. "I can't believe how bad your cock is hurting my ass!"
Desi would have collapsed if Juan had not been holding her hips. Desi's moans and crying made Juan feel some sympathy for her. He didn't know if she had experienced large cocks in her ass before and decided to use some lube to ease the pain.
Juan eased Desi to the bed and picked up the lube, "yes, I think I may have caused a little pain," he laughed as he looked down at the young wife and her gaping ass. "I think a little lube would help me fuck you, your ass is as tight as your cunt," he said.
"Yes, thank you!" Desi answered as she looked in awe at the size of his cock once more and wondered how it ever fit in her. Her heart leaped into her throat when Juan said he was going to fuck her hard now. Her body tensed up and tried to forbid entry to her ass, but the lube did its job. Slowly his obscene cock stretched her ass and pushed inside. She wanted to call him a sadistic bastard and every other dirty word she knew but kept it to herself.
The verbal feedback from Desi's moans of pain mixed with pleasure drove Juan. He didn't know what the future would hold, but right now this young wife was his to enjoy. His cock reached deep into her ass, and he found a 'sweet spot' that rubbed him the right way. His fraudulent use of Desi's body and mind was like hitting the lottery jackpot. He wanted one more shot of coming, and this time he decided it would be in her mouth. The fury of his power thrusts tied to the looming orgasm building within.
This experience from hell emphasized Desi's vulnerability to peer pressure as she grasped at receiving Juan's elixir. It was just a matter of time now; Desi knew that Juan's groans had turned to a more urgent need. Somehow she had to get him to come on her face and not in her ass. She wanted to trust his word but feared that she would have to use his cream mixed with her ass juices. Desi had no power over Juan and this blinded her as she continually thanked him for fucking her ass.
The reaction of Desi's acceptance and thanks as he mistreated her ass heightened his pleasure. His role in today's faux play and excellent acting was deserving of an award or at the very least a nomination. He would never have predicted the outcome of his meeting today, and if he played his cards right, this wasn't the end. His staying power was near the end and although he was disappointed his sore cock would welcome the release. "Are you ready?" he asked, "Are you ready for my cream?"
With a sigh of relief, Desi was anxious to end the pain in her ass, "Yes! Please, Juan, come on my face!"
Her moans were joined by a scream as Juan roughly pulled his cock out and slapped her skinny ass. Anxiously she twisted around to face his cock and could see it was dirty again. Desi thought she would die when Juan asked her to suck his cock once more, but her ability to resist was gone. Desi was in a bubble as the emotional bond they shared gave her permission to commit this provocative act. The first shot of his cum hit the back of her throat, and she fought not to swallow the precious cream. Juan pulled out and emptied the balance of his seed on her face before collapsing on the bed beside her.
Juan watched as Desi coughed up his cum and smeared her face with what she had been led to believe was magic anti-wrinkle cream. The insane idea now seemed reasonable to her, and when finished, she smiled at him. "My god Juan," said Desi excitedly, "You did it!"
He wasn't sure what she meant by 'it' but if she was happy then so was he. Juan had a golden goose in his hands, and he intended to profit financially and sexually from his scheme. Juan perched himself on his elbow and leaned over Desi as she lay on her back. He massaged his cum into her face, and his toothless grin said it all, he was on top of the world.
"The cream is in your skin now, and you are safe for a week," said Juan, "I had reservations when we first met today, but you have changed my mind, with your body and your new attitude." Juan dipped his cum covered finger into Desi's mouth, "I am a fair-minded person, and I know you are only using me to keep your beauty but I am okay with that," he said as she sucked on his finger. "For your first time you did okay, not as good as my wife but once you learn to worship my cock, you will do better. At least I hope for your sake you will."
Desi felt the significance of his words, somehow she had messed-up and not pleased him. Even though she had given her body to him and let him use it any way he wanted; it wasn't enough. She knew he was right; her focus concentrated on receiving and not pleasing, Desi hoped it wasn't too late to make amends today. "Do you have to rush off?" Desi asked sweetly. Her heart was heavy with worry, and she didn't know if he was telling her it was over. "I could wash up and just cuddle with you." Desi felt a pit in her stomach as she rewound all that had happened today and realized not once did she offer love.
Juan had no idea what was going on with Desi, he had just savagely abused her body, and now she wanted to cuddle with him. He couldn't go to work, and he wasn't due to pick up Maria for many hours yet but instinctively knew he had to question her motives. "What makes you think I would want to do that?" he said harshly.
Desi shrank in her skin as she inadvertently thought she had guessed right, "I'm sorry Juan, I should have been more loving to you today." she said, "I want a chance to make it up to you. Please don't go away mad!" she begged.
By Desi's body language and tone of her voice, Juan knew she was freaking out. Somehow she had misconstrued his words and thought he was mad at her. "I'm glad you realized your mistake before it's too late," admonished Juan, "I want to feel like we both share the same desire to keep you beautiful." Juan shook his head in mock displeasure as his cold brown eyes looked into her moist blue ones.
"Please Juan, I'm so sorry!" she said, "How can I thank you?"
"I think you know what I am feeling right now," he scolded, "I was having second thoughts about your gratefulness, but I appreciate you realize how selfish you are. Do you realize what my wife is giving up for you?" Before waiting for an answer, Juan got up and straddled Desi's white body with his brown one. He sat on her tummy, and his soft brown cock rested between her almost non-existent breasts. His cum was drying on her pretty face, and she looked like a clown from the circus with a bad make-up job. He pinched her nipples between his fingers, "this is not just your hurt," he said as he squeezed, "it is my hurt and my wife's hurt. Do you understand?"
"Yes," she said guiltily, "I deserve to hurt, pinch them harder Juan."
"No, I think the hurt needs to stay in your heart," said Juan as he patted her tiny left breast, " you always need to remember your beauty comes at the sacrifice of someone else." Juan was getting used to her tiny tits and squeezed what little she had in his hands. "I am feeling generous," he said, "go wash your face, your cunt and ass then come back to bed. I want to see if you have learned your lesson." Juan leaned down and kissed her on her nose before getting off. "Don't make me wait long!"
For Desi the excitement matched Christmas, "thank you, thank you!" she exclaimed, "I will hurry, I promise!"
Desi rushed into the bathroom, and the image in the mirror brought her crashing back to reality. She looked like a woman in a porn movie, her cum covered face and messed up hair gave her a just fucked look. She ran the tap until the warm water came out then rinsed and rinsed her face. The pain from her pussy and ass made her wince as she gently washed with a mild facecloth. She was a little alarmed to see red on the washcloth and promised herself to investigate further once Juan was gone.
"Here let me do that," he said as he startled her, "bend over." Juan took the wet cloth from her and gently cleaned her two lower holes.
Juan's sudden presence did startle her, but his gentle touch was doing wonders for her aching ass and pussy. She felt him move behind her and was shocked again as he started kissing her ass. They were soft unexpected kisses, and she had a scary feeling of something like love. No man had ever kissed her ass, and she couldn't stop the sudden spike in arousal and let out a moan.
"I need to pee," blurted Juan, "come help me."
Desi stood up a little shocked; she had never watched a man pee let alone help one. "What do you want me to do?" she said curiously.
Juan knew it was wrong, but he was starting to get feelings for this woman. This strange, naive woman who was not as tough as she thought she was. And yet, much stronger than he imagined to endure the abuse he gave her today. "I want you to hold my cock in your hand and aim it," he laughed, "Can you do that?"
Not wanting to seem like a prude, if that was possible after today Desi agreed. She led him by the hand to a separate room in the massive bathroom that contained a toilet and a bidet. She could see Juan was confused and let him know what the smaller one was. He just shook his head and told her it always amazed him how rich people spend their money. Desi hugged Juan from behind and held his cock in her fingers, she screamed in surprise as the flow started and she quickly adjusted her aim. She laughed and squealed with delight as she made circles in the bowl until he finished. Following his instructions, she shook it several times as the last drops fell into the water. Not sure what to do next she wiped the end with some toilet paper and flushed everything away. Desi was feeling naughty now and holding his cock led him back to the sink where she washed his cock. "Come on lover-boy," she teased, "let's go back to bed."
Juan let her take control and set the pace; her happy mood was rubbing off on him as she giggled like a school-girl. Either she was the best actress in the world, or she was starting to like him. Desi pushed him back onto the bed and jumped on top of him. She smothered him with soft kisses all over his body, but when she kissed him on the mouth it was with passion and love, he could feel the difference. He relaxed and just let her express her appreciation, and soon he found himself drifting off to sleep.
Desi looked down at the ugly brown man sleeping in her bed and shook her head in amazement. Yes, she said to herself he was ugly on the outside, but inside he was more handsome than her husband. Desi found it hard to admit, but Juan had brought her so many orgasms today through the pain she lost count of them. Desi had read about women who experience pleasure from pain but never thought she was one of them. Just thinking about his monster cock abusing her pussy was making her wet. She knew it was fucked up, but sex with her husband would be boring now. She let Juan sleep and went back to the bathroom to make herself beautiful for him.
It was a dream that he didn't want to wake up from, he could feel lips on his cock licking and sucking gently. Gradually Juan woke and found Desi between his spread legs; it wasn't a dream. When Juan stirred Desi looked up with doe eyes, she took his whole soft length into her mouth and hummed her appreciation. She wanted him to know how much she loved him and his cock. Juan could feel himself growing in her mouth, and her electric blue eyes never left his. Desi wanted Juan to feel her appreciation, so her sucking became more urgent. Even when he reached his full-size, she continued to take all of him teasing the sensitive underside of his shaft. Juan basked at the moment, and when he exploded in her mouth, he watched with pleasure as she swallowed it all.
"That was beautiful," he said with heartfelt thanks, "you're so beautiful."
"Hmm, your cum tastes so good!" Desi said as she licked her lips, "I could do that all day to you."
Juan realized he didn't know how long he had slept, "What time is it?" he asked.
"Almost three pm," Desi smiled, "you had a good sleep."
"Fuck!" Juan said, "I have to pick my wife up at Wildwood Hotel at three thirty."
Desi jumped up and rushed around getting all of Juan's clothes for him, "you should have time," she said in support. She admonished herself for letting him sleep, and now she was going to make him late. "Can you call her?"
"No," said Juan as he quickly dressed, "she doesn't have a cell phone."
Desi quickly searched for a pen and paper and wrote down her cell number. "Please Juan, call me. Here is my cell number, and I want to meet with you next week. That is if you still want to?" Desi said desperately.
Juan shoved the paper into his pocket, more worried about his wife than Desi right now. "Yeah sure," he absently said as he rushed out of the house leaving a confused woman behind.
A curious thought raced through Desi's mind, Juan was going to pick up his wife at the hotel, and she had the opportunity to see his wife in person. Every minute counted as she threw on a yoga outfit and rushed to the garage only cursing as she had to rush back into the house and grab her purse. Desi decided on the black BMW rather than her new eye-catching red convertible; the last thing she needed was for Juan to notice her.
The drive down the canyon roads was scary as Desi drove way too fast in her rush and almost lost control several times. She cursed at every red light until finally, she skidded her car to a stop across from the hotel. She didn't know what kind of car Juan drove as she searched for him on the street. Her body was vibrating with anticipation and worry that Juan had already picked his wife up. Just before she gave up hope, she spotted him as he walked towards the hotel on the opposite side of the road. Desi's heart was racing, she honestly believed Juan was telling the truth about his wrinkle cream, but still, there was that nagging doubt.
Desi didn't know it but in her rush to get to the hotel, she had passed Juan and even cut him off. As Juan saw her drive by he knew she was headed to the hotel to see Maria. He walked to the hotel and spotted her car quite easily. Desi was parked directly across the road from the hotel, and the taillights on her car were lit up from her foot on the brake pedal. He nonchalantly looked in her direction and could see she was slouched down in the car seat, waiting for Maria to come out.
Desi almost screamed out as she watched Juan approach the hotel and stop at the corner of the lot. She wondered what she would do if he were lying, it had been the best sex of her life, and for a second contemplated meeting him again because of that.
Several women were walking towards Juan, and she saw him wave at them. Desi couldn't breathe as one of the women broke off and ran towards Juan. "Oh my god! Oh my god!" shouted Desi as she saw the same woman from the photo album, "Juan is telling the truth!"
Juan watched Marie coming towards him and marveled at her beauty, "Hey beautiful," he said as he hugged her and kissed her cheek, "How was work today?"
"Not bad," his daughter said, "I made good tips! Every little bit helps for my college fund. Right!"
"Oh," Juan said as he put his arm around his daughter, "by the way thanks for doing up that fake photo album for me, it turned out to provide more fun than I imagined!" Juan laughed out loud and scooped up his daughter twirling her around as she screamed into his arms.
Juan peeked over and saw Desi was watching him from across the street, with her mouth wide open. He guessed she was probably peeing her pants with excitement at seeing his daughter and thinking it was his wife. "I see someone in a car across the street I need to talk to," said Juan, "can you wait a few minutes for me? I'll be right back."
Maria watched her dad run across the street and approach a blonde woman in a BMW. The woman rolled down the window and Maria could see she was very beautiful and wondered how he knew her.
"Hi Desi," said Juan, "Looks like you made it in time."
Desi was thoroughly embarrassed at being caught by Juan. "I'm sorry Juan," she said, "I just had to see for myself. Please don't be mad at me."
"No, I rushed out and should have invited you," he said, "are you satisfied now?"
"Oh my God! Yes!" Desi bubbled, "Can you meet me next week? I'll pay you again! Even double!"
Juan ignored her question, "How's your body?" he asked, "I was a little rough on you today."
Desi debated whether to tell Juan how she felt and decided to be honest with him, "I liked it, Juan," Desi almost whispered, "I liked how rough you were with me."
Juan raised his eyebrows at this surprising news, but in hindsight, it made sense now. The way she reacted and withered under him as he fucked her holes, he thought it was in pain, but it must have been a pleasure. "Good," Juan said, "next week I will bring my camera. You will model for me."
It wasn't a question, and Desi knew he was preparing her in advance, "I would like that Juan," said Desi as she smiled at him, "we can keep track of how the wrinkle cream works on me."
Her answer was almost comical, and his hearty laugh echoed across the street to his daughter. "You do know I will be taking pictures of more than your face right?"
The thought of Juan taking pictures of her naked and as he fucked her was exciting Desi. She could feel the heat rising to her face. "Yes," she said as she looked down at her steering wheel and squirmed on the seat.
"Good," he said, "now put your hand in your tights and finger your cunt while I walk across the street. When I look back, I want to see you sucking your finger clean."
Desi was so horny she didn't wait for Juan to leave as she slid her fingers in and out of her stretched cunt. "Thank you, Juan," she said as she fingered her cunt, "I promise to take good care of you."
"That's a good slut," he said, "but next week you are going to have to be extra special if you want more of my wrinkle cream!"
"I will Juan! I will!" Desi said to his back as she watched him slowly cross the street. When Juan reached his beautiful 'wife,' he turned towards her and Desi greedily sucked on her finger just like he asked and waved goodbye to him.
Juan waved back at Desi then with his arm around his daughter they retreated down the sidewalk to his car. "I think I found a way to pay for your college," Juan said, "that woman will make it happen."
"Really?" said Maria curiously, "Are you going to tell me why?"
"Oh Maria, wait until I tell you the story, you won't believe it!" Juan laughed, "I still don't".
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19,449 | The Writer's Interview | MelinaReilly | NonConsent/Reluctance | 2008-04-05 | 2008-04-05 | 2022-01-01 14:47:55 | 1 | literotica.com | https://www.literotica.com/s/the-writers-interview | A writer flirts with the wrong banker client. | ['Ravishment'] | null | _Edited April 7, 2008_
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Even though she had presented an impressive writer's portfolio, Robert Boswell was not interested in its contents any more. The press releases and annual reports could have been so many shopping lists. Instead, he found himself more interested in the portfolio's owner; or to be more accurate, the portfolio's owner's legs. She wore a dark blue suit with a short pleated skirt, and she had carefully crossed her legs to show them off.
The rest of Melina Flaherty was considerably better-behaved. She sat quietly in front of the banker's desk, hands folded in her lap. Perhaps she had already guessed that his eyes were wandering. She disliked self-promotion and was too shy to haggle, so she stuck to the basics: wear a short skirt and say little. Not all men fancied pale redheads, but almost all of them fancied her legs.
But she had underestimated Mr. Boswell.
He closed her book but said nothing; instead, he stood up and walked to the front of desk. Next, he looked down at her without speaking, arms folded across his chest.
Wondering if this was a negotiating technique favored by senior investment bankers, Melina decided to brazen it out. Considering Mr. Boswell's size -- he was at least 6 feet, 5 inches tall, and no lightweight -- this was no small feat.
He finally broke the silence.
"In case you're wondering, the answer is yes. I was looking at your legs instead of your work. That's what you wanted, right?"
Not used to losing the upper hand to a man, she tried and failed to stop fidgeting. Finally she peeked up at him. Thankfully, he was smiling.
She relaxed a little as he walked to the door of his office. Her mood reversed as she realized he'd not only closed the door, he'd locked it. He returned and sat down, in control of the situation and doing nothing to hurry it along.
"Are ... are we finished here?" Suddenly her mouth was dry, and she was having trouble speaking above a whisper. "I have a dinner date."
He handed her his telephone as he slowly unwrapped a cigar.
"Cancel it."
She hesitated.
"You heard me. Cancel it."
She fumbled through a small black address book, dialed a number. It rang and went to voicemail. She spoke quickly, in a whisper.
"I'm sorry; I can't make it for dinner tonight. I'll call you tomorrow. Sorry."
She slammed the phone down.
Even though Robert was enjoying Melina's discomfiture, he was intrigued as her mood changed to confrontational. She took off her glasses and looked directly at him. He realized she had beautiful green eyes.
"I'm going now. Thank you for your time."
She took her oversized portfolio and tried to close it quickly, which was a mistake. The contents shifted and slid to the floor, and the only way to retrieve them was on her hands and knees. She heard Robert's chair creak as he stood up.
He slowly helped her to her feet and kissed her once before pulling back. She wondered how tall he really was. She also wondered where on earth he had learned to kiss like that.
"You really didn't think it was going to be that easy, did you, darling?"
A clean getaway was now out of the question. Still, she refused to budge.
"Actually, I did."
He touched her hair. He loved redheads, especially pale Irish ones who barely came up to his chin.
"Silly rabbit."
She tried to turn away, not wanting him to see that she was blushing.
He kissed her again, pulling her close so that their bodies were touching. He felt her mouth soften and respond to him as he laced his fingers through hers, pulling her arms back. He had her where he wanted her. Almost.
He took off his silk tie and turned her around. Moving fast, he tied her wrists together behind her back, leaving a gap between her wrists before turning her to face him again.
Next, he walked her backwards until she was leaning against his desk. He slowly unbuttoned her blouse until it was halfway open, then slid his hands over her shoulders before kissing the side, then the back of her neck. She reacted with an allover tremor and he realized he'd inadvertently struck gold. After several more seconds, he drew back.
"Do you want me to untie you?" he said.
She looked up at him, her eyes more black than green. She shook her head.
Robert slowly pulled her skirt up, running his hands up her outer thighs at the same time. He moved her away from the desk's edge just long enough to settle the skirt above the desk before moving her back again.
How long could he play his role, he wondered. He was already fully erect, and was tempted to take her where she stood. Instead, he moved a chair near the desk, and sat down to where he was directly in front of her. Robert slowly slid one finger up her inner thigh until he reached her silk panties. They were visibly wet. He pulled them down to the floor, but did not ask her to step out of them. Instead, he carefully inserted a single finger fully inside her, and then drew it out. It was shiny with her juices. He stood up.
"You've never tasted yourself, have you?"
Before she could answer, he took her by the hair and tilted her head back slightly. Then he slid his wet finger directly into her mouth.
She looked surprised, then curious, tasting the saltiness with her tongue as if trying a new dish. Then she began to suck his finger, gently at first, then harder.
He checked her wrists to see if they were still secured before lowering her body to the desk. He slowly moved her thighs apart as she squirmed, trying without success to keep her knees together. Her hands were now behind her lower back as she lay on the desk, forcing her hips upward as if she were waiting for his inspection. It was as perfect as if he'd planned it.
Wanting to move slowly, but wondering how slowly he could manage, Robert ran his tongue along her inner thighs. Obviously Melina had been careful to keep out of the sun; her skin was as silky-smooth as it was pale. Eventually he worked his way upwards, parting her nether lips before touching her clit with the tip of his tongue. Her sigh was barely audible.
The combined tastes and sights almost drove him to take her immediately, but Robert was a methodical man. Instead, he began to increase the pressure on her clit as it began to swell in response. The silence was broken by the occasional whimper as Melina began pushing herself towards him, wordlessly begging for more. Eventually he was forced to put her hand over her mouth. He was just in time; she came with a jolt, her cry muffled but still audible. For a long second, he wondered if the tie would hold her.
Robert stood up and looked down at her, slowly taking his hand away. Her pale skin was flushed, with a light sheen of sweat. Through the thin lace of her bra, he noticed that her nipples were erect. The lower half of her face was marked by the pressure of his hand, the upper half smudged with a mixture of makeup and tears.
"Now you're really going to taste yourself," he said.
He leaned over and kissed her deeply; she kissed him back, sharing her own wetness.
He drew back, looked down at her. It was his turn.
Robert returned to his chair and sat down. The sight of the bound, half- dressed Melina on his desk gave him a wicked thrill that he wanted to savor before he continued. Even though she'd managed to turn onto her side and shift her body diagonally across the desk top, her knees now firmly together, she hadn't been able to pull her skirt down.
He reached over and gently brushed the damp hair from her forehead. He found his office cardigan and folded it carefully into a makeshift pillow before putting it under her head. She closed her eyes like an obedient pet.
Silently, he returned to the other side of the desk and undressed from the waist down. There was no time to take off his shirt. As he pulled Melina to the desk's edge and opened her legs, her eyes widened as she tried to free her wrists without success. She gasped as he entered her without warning, forcing her thighs apart until she cried out.
He continued to penetrate her as he leaned over to kiss her. Even though she was still drenched from the recent orgasm, he could feel her tightening around his cock. He increased his rhythm, hearing and seeing nothing, only gradually noticing that she had wrapped her legs around his waist, sometimes whimpering when he was deepest inside her.
Robert realized he wanted to watch her come again. The first time had been so intensely erotic that he'd felt near-hypnotized for a few blissful seconds. He began slowly rubbing her clit, still penetrating her but so slowly as to tantalize. He heard an almost imperceptible moan as she spread her legs wider, her back arched as her body responded to him.
Suddenly Melina became perfectly still; he realized she was at the edge. He increased his pace and quickly leaned over, hand over her mouth once again. She came with a muffled shriek, her body twitching as if she were begging him to join in her orgasm. He pulled out of her just in time and, once again, slowly removed his hand.
This time, there was no time to allow her to rest. He moved to the other side of the desk, and slid her body to the edge and a little beyond before turning her on his side. Even though she was still breathing hard, Robert couldn't resist leaning over and kissing the back of her neck again, watching her react. It was a prelude to his next announcement.
"You're going to taste yourself again. Are you ready?"
Before she could answer, he slid his hand under her jaw and his cock into her mouth. Holding her by the hair with his other hand, he held still as she wriggled into position, then obediently began bathing him with her tongue. Gradually he began to move, guiding her gently but firmly as he went inside as deeply as she could manage.
Robert did not have to worry about Melina's willingness to perform. She was, in turns, delicate and insistent as his cock grew even harder; a naïve but willing student.
After several minutes, he pulled out of her mouth. He was about to come, and wanted to give her a half-minute's rest before.
"Mr. Boswell."
Her voice took him by surprise.
"Will you untie me, please?" she whispered.
As he untied her wrists, he wondered if Melina had suddenly decided she'd had enough. Was she going to make a run for it?
He needn't have wondered.
"Would you ... could you sit down, please?" she said. "I think I can do better that way."
He sat down and leaned back.
Melina sank to her knees and took him back into her mouth without hesitation, taking his wrists and positioning his hands on either side of her head. Now she could take his cock deeper into her mouth while he could guide her more easily, her breath warming him.
Stephen reached down and finally unhooked her bra by touch, touching her nipples with his fingers. She responded by taking him even deeper, tonguing the underside of his shaft. He felt his orgasm building once again, sending an electric thrill through his spine. It was time.
"Are you ready?" he whispered.
She nodded, not slowing down.
He leaned back in his chair and closed his eyes, pulling her head towards him, his cock pulsing for what seemed like forever. He realized she was drinking him in, swallowing his come.
After he was through, she sank to the floor, her forehead on his knee, breathing hard. She was a delightful mess, her hair and clothes in all the wrong places. Robert wished for a camera. A photo of a freshly-ravaged Melina would have been a unique memento that could double as an instrument of blackmail if needed.
Eventually she stood up and brought his clothes to him. He didn't want to dress, as it would mean it would be time for her to leave. But her mood had suddenly changed. It was if she'd shared a secret with him, then instantly regretting it. She quickly put on her jacket, smoothed her hair and left without a word, knowing he would be unable to stop her.
As Robert dressed, he saw her black leather portfolio on the floor, the contents scattered under the desk. It wasn't the racy photo he would have liked to possess, but it would do. She would be back. |
19,450 | Written in Stone | DominaJen | NonConsent/Reluctance | 2018-04-11 | 2018-04-11 | 2022-01-01 15:45:40 | 1 | literotica.com | https://www.literotica.com/s/written-in-stone-pt-01-02 | 1. A young sex slave is purchased by a kind woman. | ['Consensual Nonconsent', 'Femdom', 'Male Slave', 'Male Submissive', 'Non- Con', 'Noncon'] | 4.69 | Part One
Kieran shifted again, trying unsuccessfully to rotate his hip. His leg had gone numb a long time ago, as well as both his arms.
Sighing, he switched his focus to his mouth, using his tongue to try and adjust the gag. He knew that his jaw would be agonizingly stiff tomorrow. He also knew that, when he was finally released from the position he was kept in, the blood rushing back to his limbs would be excruciatingly painful.
Still, he preferred that, and every minute spent tied up and gagged on the floor of the basement was a minute he didn't have to spend with the man who owned him.
He would deal with the pain, and the stiffness, and the soreness, all night if he had to, if it meant that he would be left locked in the basement, would be left alone.
But he knew he wasn't that lucky. His owner, Dryas Roubanis, had spent quite a long time that afternoon scrubbing him, grooming him, and cleaning him inside and out. And the more time he'd spent doing it, the more Kieran's heart had sunk.
_"On your knees," he hissed, shoving Kieran roughly to the floor of the bathroom. Anticipating the move, Kieran caught himself and was able to keep from cracking his knees on the tile. He immediately straightened up, locking his hands behind his back, waiting for what Dryas would do to him._
_He wanted to watch, to see what his owner was doing, but obediently kept his eyes glued to the floor. But he could hear Dryas moving around the room. He groaned inwardly when he heard the faucet turn, and water began filling up the tub._
_If he was meant to service and bathe Dryas, he would have been the one to draw the bath. The fact that his owner chose to do it, himself, meant that Kieran was going to be prepared for something. The "something" he was being prepared for wasn't going to be pleasant._
_A rough hand unhooked the clasp on his shoulder, and his tunic fell to the floor. In the next instant, a hand grabbed him by the hair and yanked him up to his feet. Grimacing, he did his best to follow the movements, trying to lessen the pain._
_"Get in," Dryas spat, shoving him toward the tub. Finally free from the hand holding his hair, Kieran stumbled forward, quick to obey. The slightest hesitation, he knew, would bring pain._
Obey _, he thought to himself, shutting all other thoughts out of his mind_. Just obey _._
_He stepped into the tub, into the warm water, but the warmth brought him no comfort. He tried not to think about what was about to happen to him, tried not to remember what happened whenever Dryas wanted to bathe him, tried not to remember what such preparation meant._
_There was no gentleness in Dryas' touch as he washed the dirt from Kieran's body. And it took everything Kieran possessed within him to keep from cringing. The last thing he wanted in the world was his owner's hands on him, but that was yet another thought shut out of his mind. He refused to acknowledge it._
_Slaves didn't have the luxury of deciding who touched them, who used them._
_At least Dryas enjoyed Kieran's reluctance, and he didn't have to feign enthusiasm like he did when made to entertain his owner's guests._
_That thought momentarily broke through his forced blankness and shattered his focus. This kind of preparation meant he would be used to entertain guests for the evening. He would be used, hard and often, perhaps beaten, for the enjoyment of Dryas' friends._
_When he felt Dryas' big, rough hands on him, pushing him to bend at the waist, he closed his eyes, bracing himself on the edge of the tub, his chest tight, his breath trembling and shallow. He couldn't stop the whimper from escaping him when he felt Dryas behind him, spreading his cheeks and exposing his hole, still sore and raw._
_"What's the matter, little bitch?" Dryas demanded, roughly massaging the tender hole with his thumb. "You want my cock inside you?"_
_"Please, Dominus," Kieran begged. They both knew he wasn't begging for his owner to fuck him, but for his owner to stop hurting him._
_But that didn't bother Dryas in the slightest. He only laughed, pushing his thumb further in to Kieran. "You're lucky I already have plans for this hole tonight. But there's no reason I can't use your other one."_
_He pulled out of Kieran and grabbed him by his hair once more, pushing him own farther, until he was eye-level to Dryas' groin. The young slave waited, watching as Dryas pulled his chiton up, revealing his cock, already half hard._
_Dryas didn't say a word, just coarsely pulled Kieran forward, shoving his cock deep into the helot's mouth._
_Kieran tightened his throat, bracing for the pounding of his owner's cock. But this was heaven compared to the other option. Given the choice between sucking his owner's cock and being fucked, he'd choose sucking ten times out of ten._
_Sucking cock was something he was used to. Something he could handle. And thankfully, he was very good at it, which made his mouth attractive. Attractive enough to make Dryas choose it over his ass often enough to keep the pain at a manageable level._
_Dryas was never gentle with him, and he wasn't gentle now. His cock forced its way down his throat, past his gag reflex, threatening to choke him, but he quickly learned the rhythm and adjusted his breathing._
_It wasn't comfortable, but it was far preferable to when Dryas fucked him. And thankfully, his owner never lasted all that long in his mouth. Less than ten minutes later, Dryas' thrusts became more frenzied, more brutal, and with a low, snarling, animalistic grunt, he pumped Kieran's mouth full of his seed._
_Kieran sighed with relief, swallowing his owner's cum. It was over. And Dryas was always less interested in causing pain after he came._
_"Turn around," Dryas said almost immediately. "I'm not done with you yet. You've got a big night ahead of you."_
His owner only took that kind of time with him when he was expecting company, which meant Kieran would be the evening's entertainment. Dryas liked to show off, and since Kieran had the bad fortune of being exceptionally beautiful and looking much younger than his 19 years, he was brought out often to entertain his owner's friends.
But even then, his owner had never spent _this_ much time making him presentable. Whoever he was expecting was someone he was obviously eager to impress. Which meant that if Kieran made even the smallest mistake, he would pay dearly for it.
Kieran half-heartedly wondered who it could be. Some wealthy nobleman, most likely. Dryas was past the typical marrying age, and was keen to find a wife. It was entirely likely that this evening was an attempt to garner the favor of a pretty Spartan or her father.
Maybe he would marry a kind woman. Maybe she would be gentle with Kieran.
Or maybe she would be just as cruel as Dryas.
Kieran sighed softly. It didn't matter. He would serve whoever his owner told him to serve. Such was his punishment for the unforgivable crime of being born a helot.
He was nearing his 20th birthday. That meant he had 15 more years. Then, he would either be euthanized, or sold to the State.
Or, if the gods had any kind of compassion, maybe sold to a breeder as a sire.
With any luck, he'd gain value as a sire once he lost his value as a pleasure slave. He'd been raised by a breeder, and came from a long line of solid genetics and beautiful, obedient slaves. His dam's lineage could be traced back a dozen generations, and his sire had always been exceptionally obedient, and had looked remarkably young for his age.
His sire had been valuable, sure, but it was his dam that made Kieran's own value skyrocket. She was the breeder's prized possession, and his pet. He always made sure she was comfortable, he always went out of his way to keep her healthy, and even waited six months in between breeding her, when most dams were bred within six weeks of giving birth.
Kieran thought back, his mind wandering through his memories of her. She'd been graceful, and she'd had a quiet dignity about her. It was as if she'd been born for breeding. She conceived easily, her body kept its shape and its beauty even when she was in the later stages of pregnancy, and every birth had been smooth and without complications.
From what Kieran remembered, all her offspring fetched high prices. No matter who she was bred to, she created strong, healthy, beautiful children. All quiet and obedient. All smart enough to know how to serve, including those little nuances that couldn't be taught, like when to be attentive, and when to disappear.
But he looked the most like her, he inherited his sire's tendency to look much younger than his age, and he was the easily most beautiful of all her offspring.
So it didn't really surprise him when Dryas paid the hefty fee to keep him whole, rather than sterilize him, as was done with most slaves. If Kieran behaved himself and kept his youthful appearance for the next 15 years, he could potentially be sold to a breeder, and live the next couple of decades in relative comfort.
Sure, he wouldn't be treasured and kept as comfortable as the dams were. Sires were almost always former pleasure slaves, almost always purchased at 35, while good dams were extremely valuable and bred as soon as they hit 18. And, because so many pregnancies and childbirths are hard on the body, they were always kept healthy, well-fed, and given much more than the average helot in terms of luxuries and creature comforts.
The demand for decent pleasure slaves was always increasing, and the demand for quality dams who could birth multiple offspring was equally high. Even mediocre female helots fetched much higher prices for their ability to breed slaves that were more affordable for the average Spartan.
His dam was far from mediocre. A particularly fetching descendant of one of the most well-known helot bloodlines, she was robust and strong, born for breeding, and found a way to have dignity in her role. When she spoke, which wasn't often, people listened. When she preferred a particular sire, her opinions were given weight. She never formed strong attachments to her offspring, but she was given the opportunity to say goodbye when they were sold.
She was even given her own room, with a queen-sized bed, with the expensive bamboo sheets she'd fallen in love with when the breeder had loaned her out to a friend for a weekend. She had a very strict diet, but she was fed three full meals a day, along with two snacks, and was even given coffee and chocolate twice a week for the first month after every birth. She was allowed to watch TV in the evenings with the breeder, and she loved to read, so was given any book she could think to ask for. Even among dams, that kind of treatment was unheard of.
Kieran's sire had been purchased at 35, and the two were paired together for the first time when she was 21. The breeder liked their offspring so much, he bred them together almost every time she was ready to conceive.
Kieran's sire had been beautiful, and had a decent genetic line, as well. Nothing amazing, nothing even remotely on the same level as the dam he'd been bred to, but solid and respectable, all the same. It was more his temperament and his physical appearance that made him valuable.
Kieran knew he would never be treated as well as a dam, no matter what his genetic line or what his offspring turned out to be. But still, being sold as a sire was significantly more appealing than being sold to the State or put down.
At least he wouldn't be used for anyone else's sick pleasure. And at least he'd be away from Dryas.
He lowered his gaze, unable to keep from noticing the dark bruises on his thighs, feeling the ones that littered his torso, and his stomach turned as he thought of how he'd gotten them.
Dryas liked to cause pain. Everything he did was painful, and the dark satisfaction on his face whenever he'd succeeded in making Kieran scream, or beg, or cry, made it clear how much he loved it.
His most recent bruises, he'd gotten just the day before, when Dryas had pulled him across his lap while he watched TV. He'd spent the next hour spanking him, slapping him, punching him, yanking painfully on his hair, and roughly fingering him dry.
When Kieran had finally begged him, tearfully, to stop, he'd shoved the boy onto the floor, slapping him hard across the face before rising to his feet, unbuckling his belt.
The beating had actually been relatively mild by Dryas' standards. Still, Kieran had been relieved when Dryas had tossed the belt aside, grabbed a fistful of his hair, and shoved his cock in his mouth, violently fucking his face until he came.
But Kieran always preferred Dryas using his mouth to his ass. His owner's love of causing pain and his dislike of lube made being fucked by him brutal.
He sighed again, and closed his eyes. All he had to do was get through the next 15 years. Starting with tonight.
The door at the top of the stairs opened, and Kieran felt his heart seize with dread as his owner descended the stairs. There was no telling what Dryas would do to him tonight, or how he would be made to entertain the man's guests.
Dryas walked up to him without a word and roughly grabbed him by his collar, hauling him to his feet. Kieran let out a choked gasp as he struggled desperately to get his feet underneath him, to take the tension off his neck. His muscles burned as he tried to force them to cooperate. He'd been kept in that position so long, and his whole body protested the sudden movement.
He couldn't stop the soft whimper from escaping him.
"Shut up," Dryas snapped, slapping him hard across the face. Kieran had expected it and set his jaw a fraction of a second before the blow landed. He'd heard horror stories of slaves having their jaws dislocated from a particularly hard hit to the face with a gag in their mouth.
But even without a dislocation, the slap hurt, and Kieran grimaced.
Oh gods, he was already in a bad mood.
Kieran finally managed to right himself and stood on his own two feet, facing his owner. He took a deep, shaky breath, trying to steady his racing heart.
It would be alright. He would get through whatever was going to be done to him. It would just be for one night.
_And then 15 more years_ , said that bitter voice inside him. But he willed himself to ignore that.
_Just get through tonight. Do what he says. Please his guests. Don't give him reason to beat you. Maybe the gods will have mercy._
Dryas was muttering under his breath as he unlocked the gag and removed it. "Don't speak unless spoken to," he growled.
"Yes, Dominus."
"That mothax bitch, Charis Athanasiadi, and her self-righteous neodamode pet are here," he said.
And Kieran's heart plummeted. So much for the gods and their mercy.
He knew that name well, and he knew exactly what it meant.
His hopes of getting through the night without being beaten were immediately smashed.
Of _course_ he knew of Charis Athanasiadi. _Everyone_ in Laconia, Spartan _and_ helot, knew who she was.
Charis Athanasiadi was born a mothax, a child of a Spartan and perioeci coupling. Her father, a Spartan nobleman, had petitioned the kings to allow her to study at the agoge, and she quickly rose to the top of the class. When she graduated, she was given trophimi status and the right to take her Spartan father's name.
But, while that's not entirely common, it's not unheard of, either. She was hardly the only trophimi around.
No, what had been truly scandalous was when she'd used her inheritance from her father's death to buy a small symposium. No non-Spartan had ever been a symposiarch before. Everyone expected her to fail, and most of the current members of the symposium left, preferring the stigma of _not_ belonging to a symposium than to belong to one owned by a trophimi.
That had been eight years ago. Since then, her symposium had become by far the most popular, the most desirable, and the most exclusive in all of Sparta, if not all of Laconia. Membership provided a level of social status that was not easily attained through other avenues. _Everyone_ wanted to join it.
Kieran's owner was no exception. But until now, all his requests had been denied. Kieran decided not to voice the opinion that calling her a mothax bitch might be part of the reason for the continued rejections.
Although he highly doubted his owner had the balls to call her a bitch _or_ a mothax to her face. She had earned trophimi status, and calling her a mothax would be just as insulting as calling a true Spartan a mothax. And in fact, it was a common insult among Spartans, similar to the way perioikoi used the insult, "bastard."
No, Dryas didn't have the courage to say that to her face. Not to Charis Athanasiadi.
So however he'd managed it, he'd finally gotten a private audience with the owner of the most prestigious symposium in Sparta. Which meant that whatever was planned for the evening would involve something torturous, painful, and dehumanizing.
Kieran had heard enough stories about what went on in symposia, about the cruelty and torture that went on in those places, to know that whatever was going to be done to him tonight wouldn't be pleasant.
Dread filled him as Dryas untied his hands and ankles, and he tried not to whimper as the blood rushing back to his numb limbs burned away every other thought in his mind.
He wasn't successful in his attempt to keep quiet, and Dryas slapped him again, hard enough to send him reeling. Kieran tried to catch himself, to keep from falling, but his limbs felt heavy and clumsy. He fell back, hitting his head hard enough on the concrete floor to make him see stars.
"Get up, you little shit," Dryas sneered, yanking him to his feet and shoving him toward the stairs. "I expect you to be on your best behavior."
"Yes, Dominus."
He struggled to get up the stairs, willing his legs to obey him.
_Obey_ , the voice inside him said.
His hip ached with the effort, and his shoulders and arms felt completely numb. Wordlessly, he followed Dryas through the house and into the parlor, where the guests were waiting for them.
Kieran immediately adopted the proper posture, standing to the side and slightly behind his owner, with his head and eyes lowered, his legs slightly spread, and his hands clasped behind his back. His fingers tingled and burned so badly, he couldn't even feel the pressure as he held his hands behind him.
"I apologize for the delay," Dryas said gruffly.
"It's not a problem," a smooth, feminine voice replied.
Kieran ached to see the owner of that voice. It wasn't at all like he'd imagined Charis Athanasiadi would sound. He'd expected the owner of the most popular symposium in Sparta to sound harsh, and cruel, and cold. But her voice was warm and inviting, authoritative without being oppressive.
He wondered what she looked like, but he didn't dare lift his eyes. Many Spartans were offended when a helot made eye contact. He didn't dare risk offending her.
"Is this your slave?" she asked.
"Yes," Dryas answered. "This is Kieran."
"May I see his body?"
A shudder ran through Kieran, and for just a second, a brief, illogical hope that Dryas would deny her request flashed through his mind. Whatever she wanted with him, requiring the removal of his clothes right away couldn't be a good sign.
"Of course."
Dryas unhooked the pin at Kieran's shoulder and roughly yanked his tunic off of him. Kieran gasped, blushing madly, staggering with the force of Dryas' touch. He still couldn't get his arms and legs to work quite right, and it took a moment for him to regain his balance and fall back into the proper position.
He was aware of Charis rising to her feet. His heart raced as she approached him, slowly circling him. It was as if he could _feel_ her eyes on him, and his skin dimpled under her gaze.
"He's the favored offspring of Glenna, prized dam of the Talm bloodline, from Aktaion Euphemis," Dryas explained. "The most beautiful of all the helots she birthed, the most obedient, with the most talented mouth and the tightest ass."
"That's an impressive lineage," the woman with the kind voice said. Kieran detected a note of dismissive neutrality in her voice, as if she either didn't believe the claim, or didn't care.
"He lives up to it," Dryas insisted, somewhat defensively. "Try him for yourself. Feel his holes, and tell me if they aren't better than any you could offer in your symposium."
Kieran's face flushed hot. A comment like that, made to a symposiarch, meant an almost certain beating. Spartans did not enjoy having their pride attacked, and a symposiarch was fiercely proud of the quality of their symposium. Implying that Kieran was of higher quality than the slaves she offered her members was an insult that would not be taken lightly.
He flinched when he felt a hand on his face, but the touch was much gentler than he expected.
Her fingers lingered on his lips. "They're soft," she said approvingly, more to him than to his owner. "Open."
Kieran obediently opened his mouth, and the symposiarch tenderly pushed a finger inside. With her other hand, she lightly caressed his face and neck, reassuring him.
Still too afraid to dare looking up, he focused instead on the pale, calming, impossibly soft blue of her peplos. Despite himself, he imagined what that flowing, light material would feel like against his skin.
He wondered if it would feel like the strangely soft fingers on his face and in his mouth.
Her skin was soft, and smooth, and clean. Her touch was gentle. She didn't force her way into him the way Dryas and his friends did. Her presence was calm, and confident, and quiet. He imagined her being gentle with him, just as she was gentle with his mouth now.
"His ass is exemplary, too," Dryas told her.
"I have no doubt," she replied in that same, neutral tone, pulling her hands from Kieran's face.
"Feel it," Dryas insisted, grabbing Kieran by the shoulders and turning him around. "Your members would gladly pay double their fee for a taste of his ass."
"Are you offering to sell him to me?" Charis asked.
Dryas scoffed. "I'm simply pointing out that true quality doesn't exist in symposiums. Not even yours, Lady Athanasiadi."
"I don't doubt the quality of his body," Charis replied smoothly. "I can see such for myself."
Kieran sucked his breath in as she stepped forward, her chest brushing against his back. He felt her hands on him, moving slowly across his hips and up to his chest. A moment later, her lips brushed his ear.
"Bend over, darling," she whispered.
She stepped back, removing her hands from his waist and putting one on his back, between his shoulder blades. With gentle, gradual pressure, she pushed him to bend at the waist. Trembling, Kieran did as she wanted, and spread his legs, gripping the backs of his knees and arching his back to give her better access. He prayed she would continue to be gentle. His ass still hurt from the preparation Dryas had put him through.
Sure enough, the finger that grazed his entrance was soft and light. Yet, even the light touch brought pain. Luckily, his face was hidden from her view, and he didn't have to feign a pleasing expression. The body language was easy enough to fake.
He let out a soft, eager moan and pushed back against the finger at his entrance, pretending to want her to enter him. He didn't have to hide the grimace as the pressure of him pushing back against her sent more pain rolling through his body. It would be even worse when she entered him.
_Obey. Just obey._
But she surprised him by pulling her hand away. "Stand up," she told him. "Turn around."
Drawing in a discreet, shaky breath, Kieran straightened up, his face contorted with pain as the lingering soreness made his movements agonizing. He stumbled forward before regaining his balance, forcing his legs to obey him.
Dryas, who stood in front of him, saw his expression and shot him a fierce warning look. Kieran quickly and carefully arranged his features into an expression of neutral submissiveness and turned back to face the symposiarch.
"Look at me, Kieran," she said softly. The sound of his name on her tongue made his heart jump. Nervously, his eyes flitted to hers, and he was stunned by the depth and compassion and beauty there.
No, she was nothing like he thought she'd be.
She was young, younger than 30, with long blonde hair and the most stunning gray eyes he'd ever seen. She looked _kind_ , and gentle.
As his eyes met hers, she gave him a warm, reassuring smile. "That's a good boy," she said.
His blush deepened, and he lowered his eyes, unable to hold her gaze.
"You're right, he is quite beautiful," she said to Dryas, running a gentle hand down his chest, and across his ribs. Her touch sent chills down his spine. He steeled himself, expecting her to fondle him, but surprisingly, she kept her hand above his waist. "But he's so thin. Why is he so thin?"
"He's always been thin," Dryas replied shortly. Kieran flinched, recognizing the hostility in his tone. No doubt he took offense to Charis' question. Dryas was not a pleasant man when he was pushed to the defensive.
There was a tense pause, then Charis removed her hand and stepped back. "I'm thirsty," she declared. "Would you happen to have any tea, Dryas?"
And Kieran flinched again. Her voice had been light, and friendly, but he heard the insult underneath it, the same as his owner did.
Charis was trophimi, the daughter of a Spartan lord, and had earned the right to take her father's name, but she was _not_ a Spartan. Dryas was Spartan nobility. Even other Spartans wouldn't dare to use a nobleman's first name without being given permission to do so.
"Kieran, get the tea," Dryas snapped through clenched teeth. Charis resumed her seat on the couch, beside her companion, while Kieran hurried to obey his owner, not even taking the time to redress. The evening certainly wasn't boding well for him. It would take a miracle to get him through it without being severely beaten.
His hands still trembled, from fear and from the lingering numbness, but he forced them to obey his will as he arranged the cups and the pot of tea on the large silver tray. Somehow, he managed to lift it up and hold it steady as he walked to where his owner sat on the couch.
"No!" Dryas practically shouted, startling Kieran. "Serve my guests first. What is wrong with you?"
"I'm sorry, Dominus," Kieran murmured, straightening up. But as he turned, he lost his balance again, and this time, he couldn't correct in time. He watched in horror as the tray, and everything on it, crashed loudly to the floor.
Panic took hold, and Kieran immediately dropped to his knees, shaking violently. His first instinct was to crawl to his owner's feet in a desperate attempt to appease him and avoid the beating he knew was coming.
But the logical part of him knew better. In the next instant, he heard the thunder in his owner's voice. Pain exploded in his ribs as Dryas kicked him, still shouting.
He wasn't even capable of registering what his owner was saying. It was all clouded and muted by the panic in his mind, the deafening sound of his racing heart, and the blood pumping furiously in his ears.
Another kick landed in his stomach, knocking the wind from him and making him try desperately to squirm away, gasping for air. But Dryas stopped him by grabbing a handful of his hair and throwing him brutally back down to the floor. All Kieran could do was cover his face and pray that the beating would end soon.
" _Stop!_ "
Both Kieran and Dryas were stunned by the sheer strength and volume of the voice, the voice that managed to cut through the fog of panic and pain in his mind. They looked up to see that both Charis and her companion had risen to their feet. The man was tall, much taller than Kieran had expected, with blond hair, a firm build, and an angry scowl on his face. But it was Charis that pulled his attention. There was fire in her eyes, and she looked every bit the cruel, heartless symposiarch Kieran had expected her to be.
But to his surprise, her anger wasn't directed at him. It was directed at his owner.
_Why_?
"You are going to sell that boy to me," she snarled. The warmth was gone from her voice. It cut Kieran to the bone, and despite himself, he curled closer to his owner, preferring the violence of the man to the knife of her voice, and the full brunt of her anger.
But then, almost a full second after registering the tone of her voice, his still-panicked mind finally registered what she _said_.
_Sell_ him? To _her_?
" _What_?" Dryas cried, incredulous. His reaction very closely matched Kieran's own.
"You should never be allowed to own slaves, if that's how you treat them."
"Who are you to tell me how I treat my slave?"
"He's not yours anymore. You're selling him to me."
"The _hell_ I am!"
It seemed as if all the anger suddenly melted off of Charis. She flashed him a friendly smile, and when she spoke, her voice had regained that warm, sweet timbre. The change was so sudden, so complete, it left Kieran stunned, confused, and terrified.
Who had that kind of emotional control?
"If you ever want a chance at membership, you're going to sell him to me," she said quietly. "Or if you don't, I will publicly denounce you and have you banned from every respectable symposium in the State."
"You wouldn't dare," Dryas exclaimed. But Charis pulled her checkbook from her purse.
"You said you paid fifty thousand drachmae for him? I'll give you forty. That should more than cover your loss."
Kieran's heart raced. He had no idea what to think as he watched the two of them face off. He didn't know which he should be more afraid of.
Charis gestured to her companion, a tall, muscular, blond man who very literally shook with anger as he stood quietly beside her. He saw her gesture and nodded his understanding, walking toward Kieran, rage etched into the lines of his face.
Fear gripped Kieran and he hid his face as the tall man bent down beside him. But the hands that touched him were gentle, and lifted him up as if he weighed nothing.
"It's alright," the man whispered, loud enough only for Kieran to hear. "The lights are on."
His fear momentarily forgotten, Kieran jerked his head up to meet the man's gaze, confused by his words.
Oh, he knew what the words meant. Every slave did. It was part of the hidden language of helots, one of the ways they communicated to each other without their owners knowing.
_The lights are on_ was a verbal phrase that meant, "There's no danger, you're safe."
But how did this man know those words? And was he telling the truth?
Was he a slave? But he'd been sitting on the couch beside Charis, not on the floor at her feet. And Dryas had referred to him as one of his guests.
Wait, hadn't Dryas called him a neodamode? Kieran had simply brushed that off as another insult, but was it true? Was this man a helot? And had Charis Athanasiadi freed him?
It was possible, but extremely rare. This man was over 35, but only just, and he was strong, healthy, and attractive. If he was still whole, he could've been sold to a breeder. Or if not, he could've been sold to the State.
After years of paying to feed, clothe, and house slaves, owners were often eager to get whatever money they could. Even the owners that valued their slaves and refused to sell them once they hit 35 still kept them as slaves, making them pets.
To free a slave meant to lose any kind of control over him. Any owner can beat a slave. But beating a free citizen, even a neodamode, was assault.
Had this woman really _freed_ this man?
Kieran was so stunned, he didn't even notice Dryas bickering with Charis about the price. The man holding him adjusted him and rested his head against his chest.
"I know you're scared," he told him. "Try to relax. We won't hurt you."
Kieran took a deep, shaky breath, trying to obey, but Dryas suddenly raised his voice, startling both him and the tall man holding him. The man whirled around to face them, and Kieran gasped when he saw Dryas' hulking form towering over Charis, mere inches from her, screaming in her face, flailing his arms.
Kieran flinched, the panic rising once again, knowing all too well the mood his owner was in. And if he was being sold to Charis, he could only imagine what kind of mood she'd be in after having her dignity attacked like that. Which didn't bode well for his first night under her ownership.
He'd heard stories about the beatings symposiarchs will dole out when they're in _good_ moods. He didn't want to imagine the beating she would give him after being yelled at and humiliated by his former owner.
"It's alright," the man told him quietly. Kieran only then realized he'd been cowering against the taller man's chest. "He doesn't matter enough to get under her skin."
Kieran wanted to believe him, but that bitter voice inside him kept telling him all about the brutal night he had ahead of him.
He was terrified, but he tried to keep his mind in the present. In this moment, he felt safe in the strong arms of the tall man who held him. It felt good, being held like that. He felt protected, cared for, even cherished.
He couldn't control what would happen to him once he left with his new owners. But he could control what he chose to focus on. And no matter what happened to him once they left Dryas' house, he would enjoy the way it felt to be held so tightly.
Like he mattered.
Part Two
He sighed, tuning out the frightening sound of Dryas yelling at his new owner, and turned his head to nuzzle the man's chest. In response, the man's grip on him tightened, holding him even closer.
But then, the moment was over, and he was aware that his new owner was addressing the man who held him.
"Take him to the car," she ordered.
The man nodded, then they made their way through Dryas' house, not even pausing to pick up his tunic, and out the front door, where their SUV was parked. The man got into the backseat without letting Kieran go, adjusted him and laid him down across the backseat, with his head in the man's lap.
Charis got into the driver's seat, and they drove off in silence.
But the silence only lasted a moment.
" _Ugh_ ," Charis exclaimed. "What a wholly awful man."
"You knew he would be," the man told her, the fingers of one hand absently trailing through Kieran's hair.
"I didn't think he'd be _that_ bad," she said. She looked over her shoulder at Kieran. "How is he?"
"Scared," the man answered. "Skinny as hell."
Charis nodded, turning her eyes back to the road. "He needs a good meal. And a hot bath."
"And a soft bed," the man added.
At the mention of a bed, Kieran tensed. He was still so sore from the last time Dryas had used him. The thought of being used again, so soon, made him cringe.
And of course, the man noticed his reaction. "Kieran?" he asked gently. "What's wrong?"
Kieran opened his mouth to answer, but no sound came out. And once more, fear seized him. It was the first question his new owners had asked him, and he couldn't be obedient enough to answer it.
Moaning softly, he turned to bury his face in the man's lap. This wasn't going to be a pleasant evening.
"Hey, it's alright," the man assured him. "You don't have to be afraid. We won't hurt you."
"It's the bed, Ilya," Charis said. "He thinks you mean _our_ bed."
"Does that scare you?" the man named Ilya asked, running a soothing hand up and down Kieran's back. "To be used sexually?"
"I am yours, Dominus," Kieran managed to croak. "To be used any way you desire."
"We know," Charis said patiently. "That's not what he asked, though."
Kieran cringed again. His new owner was observant, and his normal tricks of dancing around the truth obviously wouldn't work with her.
He took a deep breath, trying to force himself to calm down. If he lied, and his observant new Domina saw through it, he would be punished. If he told the truth, and admitted that he was afraid of being used for sex, that could anger them, and he'd be punished.
"We won't hurt you," Charis assured him, turning back to him as she pulled up to a stop light. "No matter what happens, I give you my word on my Spartan blood that you will not be beaten or hurt in any way for the rest of the night, or for anything you may say tonight."
Kieran sucked in his breath, finding the courage to meet her gaze.
Spartans valued honor. And they valued their heritage, and their race. For a Spartan, to swear on one's blood was the deepest, most serious vow possible. Breaking it damaged the dignity, pride, and integrity of the entire Spartan race.
It was not a vow made lightly. Even for a trophimi, whose blood was only half Spartan.
Quite the opposite, it meant even more, in that case. Because breaking the vow meant she was more perioeci than Spartan, and that she could not uphold true Spartan values.
And she'd made that vow to a _slave_.
"Will you trust us now?" she asked after a moment. "We will have many questions for you over the rest of the night. No answer you give us will cause you to be punished. But there are things we're going to need to know about you, and we'll need you to answer honestly, even if you think the answer will anger us. I vow on my blood that you will not be punished for any answer you give. Will you trust me to hold to that vow?"
Kieran didn't know what to say. He could do nothing but nod dumbly, stunned at her words. She spoke to him like, like...
Like he was _human_.
"And can we trust you to answer us honestly?"
"Yes, Domina," he replied, finding his voice.
"Good boy," she said, turning back to the front as the light turned green.
And, just like the last time she'd said those words to him, he felt his cheeks flush, and his heart fluttered in his chest.
"So," Ilya said, getting his attention. "Does the idea of being used sexually scare you?"
Kieran hesitated, every part of him rebelling against telling them the truth. But he decided to trust his owner.
"Yes, Dominus," he whispered, his voice barely audible.
And his answer was met with a gentle hand caressing his back, and another softly cupping his face. "That's good, that's what we want. We want you to be honest with us, even when you're scared to. That's exactly what we want from you. You've done good."
Kieran sighed, relief washing over him. He'd never felt such a gentle touch, for so long, before. Ilya's hands on him felt amazing. So soothing.
"Why does it scare you?"
"My Dominus... I mean, my _former_ Dominus, Lord Roubanis, liked it to hurt."
"How did he make it hurt?" Ilya asked, the hint of an edge to his voice.
"He... He liked to fuck me dry," Kieran answered haltingly. "Or to cut me... inside... before fucking me."
"Ilya," Charis said suddenly, her voice a warning. It wasn't until then that Kieran noticed that the hands on him had stilled, and gone tense.
_Oh gods_ , he had gone too far. He'd angered his new owners, and they hadn't even gotten to their house yet.
"I'm calm," he said, his voice strained.
"Get calmer. You're scaring him."
Ilya took a deep breath. "It's alright," he said, caressing Kieran once again. "I'm not angry at _you_. I'm angry at the bastard who owned you. You haven't done anything wrong. You answered honestly, and that's exactly what we told you to do."
"Yes, Dominus," Kieran said, willing himself to relax.
"How long had you been tied up before Dryas brought you out to meet us?" Charis asked.
Kieran looked up at her. How had she known he'd been kept tied up? Dryas wouldn't have volunteered that information.
She glanced back to see his questioning look. "I could tell by the way you moved," she explained patiently. "I've unfortunately seen many slaves move like that, when their arms and legs are still numb and tingling."
Kieran nodded. Of course she'd know about that. She was a symposiarch, after all.
"I'm not sure, Domina," he answered. "A couple of hours, I think? It's hard to judge."
"Did he leave you like that often?"
"Yes, Domina."
"What about food?" Ilya asked, running a hand along the thin boy's ribs. "How often did he feed you?"
Kieran shrugged. "Whenever he felt I deserved it, Dominus."
"And how often was that?" Charis pressed.
"Once every day or two."
"When is the last time you ate?"
"Yesterday morning. Lord Roubanis gave me his leftovers at breakfast."
Ilya cursed again, and Kieran flinched before remembering that the anger wasn't directed at him, and that the hands that touched him were still soft, still gentle.
"So about 36 hours ago," Ilya said through gritted teeth.
"Give or take," Charis added. She quickly glanced over her shoulder, not at them, but to her blind spot, then swerved across two lanes of traffic and made the next right.
The sudden jerk of the car scared Kieran, and he huddled closer to the man who held him. But, despite the edge to Ilya's voice and the tension in his jaw, he kept caressing the boy. "It's alright," he assured him. "We're just making a quick detour. To get you something to eat."
He paused, looking up to meet Charis' gaze in the rearview mirror. The corners of his mouth turned up in a wry smile. "Your owner is somewhat of an aggressive driver."
" _Assertive_ ," Charis corrected, making another turn. "I'm an _assertive_ driver. Kieran, do you have any allergies? Dietary restrictions for health purposes?"
"No, Domina," Kieran replied, confused at the question. There were slaves with food allergies? But that would make more work for their owners. They'd lose so much of their value, because of that inconvenience.
"Where are you going?" Ilya asked.
"Cane's Kitchen," she answered. "I don't want to give him anything greasy or too heavy if his stomach isn't used to it."
Ilya looked at his watch. "It's after 9," he pointed out. "Are they still open?"
"The drive-thru is."
"Uh, Charis, we can't go through the drive-thru."
"Why not?"
"We left Dryas' in a bit of a rush, if you'll recall. And because we were in such a rush, our newest toy is very, very naked."
"Oh, _shit_ ," Charis said, looking back at Kieran. "I didn't even think about that. Is there anything we can use to cover him up?"
"Sit up, love," Ilya said, tapping Kieran lightly on the shoulder. He obeyed, watching as Ilya turned to look behind them, in the back of the SUV.
Kieran watched the man silently as he looked through whatever was back there. He was surprised to find that he'd liked it when Ilya had referred to him as their toy. Not that he'd ever been called that before, but it didn't seem like the kind of thing he would enjoy.
He _certainly_ wouldn't have enjoyed it coming from Dryas.
"Well, this will work," Ilya said finally, reaching far back and pulling up a black raincoat. "It'll be a little big on you, but in this case, I think that's a good thing."
"Yes, Dominus," Kieran replied as Ilya helped him into the coat.
"Is he decent?" Charis asked as she turned into the parking lot of the restaurant.
"Yep," Ilya answered. "We won't be offending any delicate sensibilities tonight."
"Good."
She pulled up to the menu and turned her attention to the voice that greeted them over the speaker. Ilya looked to Kieran.
"Come on," he said, opening his arms invitingly. "You can lie back down if you want."
Kieran had already rested his head back in the man's lap before the words hit him.
_If you want_.
Wait, had he been given a _choice_?
No, no that couldn't be right. It was probably just a figure of speech. If Ilya really was a neodamode, maybe it was just habit to speak to slaves like that.
Or maybe he really _had_ been given a choice. Given the way Ilya had treated him the entire night, Kieran couldn't put the possibility from his mind.
His new owners were nothing like he thought they'd be, and his first moments with them were such a refreshing change from the rest of his life.
He knew it wouldn't last, though. He didn't deserve the affection and the tenderness they were using with him. Sooner or later, he'd make a mistake, and they'd realize how undeserving he really is, and the kindness would stop.
Kieran felt a knot in the pit of his stomach at that thought. He didn't want the kindness to stop.
_It's a new kind of torture,_ that bitter voice inside him said. _You don't feel the sting of losing what you never had. They're being kind now so that it'll hurt that much more when they take it away._
Kieran shut his eyes, turning all of his focus to the feel of Ilya's hands on him. One hand on his head, stroking his hair, and the other moving up and down his back, then to the front, along his chest, ribs, and stomach.
He willed himself to be aware only of that touch, and to tune everything else out.
" _Kieran_ ," Charis called firmly, her voice cutting through the darkness in his mind. His eyes shot open, and he saw her turned toward him, holding a cup out to him.
How many times had she said his name? Oh gods, how many times had he _ignored_ her?
"I'm sorry, Domina," he said quickly, sitting up to take the cup from her.
He expected her to be angry, but she was smiling patiently at him. "Daydreaming?" she asked, a playful note to her voice.
"Oh _gods_ ," Ilya groaned, stifling a laugh. "Another daydreamer? It's enough trouble keeping just _one_ pair of feet on the ground."
"I'm sorry, Dominus," Kieran said quickly, his eyes wide with fear. He didn't want to be more trouble. He didn't want to be an inconvenience.
Bad things happen to slaves who become an inconvenience.
"I won't do it again," he continued, illogical panic taking hold. No, he didn't want to lose that kindness already. He wouldn't be any trouble. He wouldn't cause them any inconvenience. He wouldn't require any extra care.
"Kieran," Charis said sharply, pulling his focus out of his own mind and on to her. Once she had his attention, her voice softened. "Relax. We're teasing you. You're not in trouble."
"My slave is notorious for getting lost in his own head," Ilya explained. "He can be completely engaged in conversation one minute, and off in some fantasy world the next."
Kieran looked from one to the other, saw their pleasant expressions, and decided to ask the question in his mind.
"That doesn't annoy you, Dominus?" he asked, stunned at his own nerve for asking such a bold question. He half expected Ilya to backhand him.
But the blond man didn't seem upset. "Well, sure it does, a little bit," he answered. "But it's just part of who he is."
_Who he is?_
"But he's a slave," Kieran said.
"You have to understand, Kieran," Charis said. "The world you grew up in, the world you've lived in until now has been very small, and very black-and-white. All breeders are strict with their slaves, so the slaves don't become spoiled and lay expectations on their eventual owners, and Dryas was even more cruel. _Our_ world doesn't work that way. Not everyone treats slaves the way you've been treated. Drink."
Kieran had completely forgotten about the cup in his hand, and lifted the straw to his lips. The cold, crisp water tasted like heaven, and he drank almost half of it before stopping.
Next, Charis handed him a small package wrapped in yellow paper. "Eat it slowly," she told him. "And only half now. You can have the other half in an hour or so."
Kieran nodded, accepting the rules. His stomach growled in protest of the idea that he could only eat half, but he thanked her anyway.
"You're emaciated," Charis explained, answering the question he wasn't brave enough to ask. "You're hungry, but your digestive system isn't working as well as it should. If you eat too much, too fast, you'll shock your system, and you'll make yourself sick. _And_ you'll end up vomiting it all back up anyway, which will make you even worse off than you are now. You will never be made to go hungry while you're mine, but it'll take a few days to wake your system back up and get your body used to eating normal amounts of food on a regular basis."
"Yes, Domina," he said, relieved. So he wouldn't be starved anymore.
_Assuming she's telling the truth_ , the bitter voice inside him said.
He ignored it, turning his attention to the sandwich wrapped in paper. It was simple and plain, just a couple thick slices of turkey and some lettuce on whole wheat bread, but when he bit into it, it was the most delicious thing in the world.
" _Slowly_ ," Ilya reminded him as Charis pulled out of the parking lot. "Here, give it to me. Lie back down in my lap, that's a good boy."
His stomach grumbling loudly, he obeyed, curious, when Ilya turned him, positioning him on his back. He looked up, watching, as the older man broke off a small piece of the sandwich.
He held the piece to Kieran's lips. "Open," he ordered softly.
When Kieran obeyed, Ilya gently placed the food on his tongue. "There you go, that's better."
It took all Kieran's willpower to keep from snatching the sandwich from his owner, but he had to admit, he liked being fed like this. It was sweet, and gentle, and Kieran felt... he felt _comfortable_. Which was a very foreign feeling.
He couldn't remember the last time he'd been comfortable around the one who owned him.
All too soon, Ilya wrapped the sandwich back up. "Alright, that's all you get for now."
The whine escaped Kieran before he could check himself. Gasping, he clapped his hand over his mouth, his eyes wide.
_Too_ comfortable. He'd gotten _too_ comfortable. He'd let his guard down, he let himself stop being so vigilant, and he'd forgotten to regulate his behavior.
And he'd just _whined_ at something his owner told him.
"I'm sorry," he whimpered, tears pricking his eyes as he turned, moving to slide off the seat and crouch at Ilya's feet. "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry."
Above him, he heard Charis sigh.
"It's going to take a while to break him of that habit, isn't it?" Ilya asked her.
She nodded. "Dryas was his first owner. That's all he knows."
Ilya sighed in response, then reached down to touch Kieran's shoulder. "Hey," he said softly. "Come on back up here. You're not in trouble."
Kieran whimpered softly, forcing himself to let go of Ilya's foot and let himself be picked up and placed back on the seat.
Ilya caressed him reassuringly. "Eventually, you'll learn that you don't have to be afraid of us," he said.
"We're home," Charis declared, pulling into the garage.
Kieran's heart skipped a beat as Ilya opened the door and climbed out.
"Come on," he said gently, holding out his hand.
Nervously, Kieran took the older man's outstretched hand and let himself be helped out of the car. He huddled next to Ilya, clutching the raincoat around himself.
Charis walked around the car and took Kieran's hand. "Let's go inside. I'll show you to your room."
_His room_?
Kieran didn't understand her words, but didn't argue as he was led through the large house. Charis took him upstairs, down a hallway, and stopped at a door. "This will be your room," she told him, opening the door and leading him inside.
Kieran looked around, trying to wrap his brain around what he was seeing.
The room was small and modest, but comfortable. A full-sized bed dominated the center of the room, with what looked like a soft, thick comforter laid on neatly on it. And _pillows_.
Beside the bed was a small bedside table with a simple lamp and two drawers. On the opposite wall stood a wide, sturdy dresser.
He stood in the center of the room, gazing at the window above the bed, stunned to see that there were no bars there.
This couldn't be his room, could it?
Charis walked to the dresser and pulled out a clean tunic. "Here," she said, handing it to him, along with a belt and small pin. "Take these. You've had quite a night. I think you could definitely go for a long, hot bath."
Kieran's heart leapt nervously in his chest at the thought of servicing her in the bath. Maybe she'd just make him bathe her, and it wouldn't go any further than that.
But it didn't matter. She was his owner, and he belonged to her. Whatever she wanted, he would do. She'd already been kinder to him than he could have possibly imagined. It was completely within her right to experience the property she'd just purchased.
And he would be obedient, and would give her whatever she wanted.
_Obey._
She led him down the hall and into a large, clean bathroom. Dominating the center of the room was a big tub. Without a word, Charis sat on the edge of the tub and turned it on, taking a moment to test the water.
Once she was satisfied, she rose to her feet and walked to a door near the back of the room. She opened it and pulled out a thick blue towel and a small washcloth.
"Here," she said, gesturing him over to her as she set the items down on the edge of the tub. He was surprised as he obeyed, nearing her. She'd actually gotten his things for him, and had drawn his bath for him.
_Why?_
"Go on, get in."
"Yes, Domina," Kieran said hesitantly as he stepped into the warm water.
"Lean back, get comfortable. Try to relax."
There was no chance of that happening, no matter how much Kieran tried. His heart pounded, wondering what she would do. The tub was more than big enough to accommodate them both, and two more besides, but she kept her clothes on and stayed at the edge of the tub, making no move to join him.
What was she going to do to him?
"Your hair smells good, so I'm sure Dryas bathed you earlier today," she explained, reaching behind her to grab a large bottle. "This isn't so much to get you clean, as to help you relax. And the heat will keep your muscles from getting stiff."
"Yes, Domina," he murmured, watching as she tipped the bottle over and poured a sweet-smelling, clear liquid into the water.
"This will help your muscles, too," she told him. "Give it time to work, and to soak into your skin. Take all the time you want. When you're finished, dry off and come back to your room. You can leave the wet towel here on the tub."
Kieran furrowed his brow. She was leaving him alone?
So she didn't want him to service her?
"What is it?" she asked, seeing his troubled expression.
He opened his mouth to speak, but no sound came out. So she waited, patiently, watching him, until he found the words he was looking for, and the courage to say them out loud.
Her patience seemed to have no end.
"I... I thought... I thought you'd want me to..." As hard as he tried, he couldn't make himself finish the sentence.
"Ah," she said, nodding in understanding. "You thought I'd want to use you."
Blushing madly, all he could do was nod.
"Not quite yet," she said gently. "You've had a very long day. I want you relaxed and comfortable. That's your focus for now."
"Yes, Domina," he replied as she rose to her feet.
"And, whether you want to admit it to me or not, my presence is not going to help you relax. Take whatever time you need. When you're ready, go back to your room."
"Yes, Domina."
He was even more confused than he'd been before he'd asked the question, but she had already turned and left the room.
Why did she care if he was relaxed and comfortable? Why did it matter? And how could she possibly want his focus on himself, rather than her?
That went against everything he'd ever known. He'd been raised by a breeder, he'd spent his entire life as a slave, and he'd never even fathomed the kinds of things she was saying and doing.
He hadn't paid enough attention to hear how much she'd ended up paying for him, but he knew damn well that he wasn't cheap. What was the point of paying all that, including the costs of keeping him, if he wasn't going to be completely focused on her?
And didn't they mention another slave? Did they have more slaves? Where were they? Did they have their own rooms, as well?
Sighing, he leaned back. He had a feeling it was useless trying to figure her out. But that, in itself, was unnerving. This was his new owner, the one who had his very life in her hands. He wanted to be able to understand her, and more importantly, understand how to please her. His survival depended on it.
After the water turned cold, he sighed again, pulling the plug at the bottom of the tub and rising to his feet. He quickly dried off, dressed, and made his way back down the hall, to the room she'd said was his.
She was there, waiting for him, sitting on the bed. She smiled at him as he came in.
"Feel better?" she asked.
"Yes, Domina," he replied, his heart rate climbing. Now must be the moment. Now that he was clean, and had been given the opportunity to relax, she was surely expecting him to please her, to show gratitude for her kindness.
He dropped to his knees and crawled to her, watching her for cues as to what she wanted. But she sat still, watching him with a curious expression on her face.
Her expression didn't change as he neared her. His heart pounding, he nuzzled her knee, rubbing his cheek against the soft, smooth material of her peplos. Here, he hesitated, waiting for her reaction.
There was a slight pause, then she placed a gentle hand on his head, running her fingers delicately through his hair, and caressing the back of his neck.
Kieran took that as an invitation and ran his hand slowly up her leg, starting at her ankle, and working up, under her peplos, to her knee.
"No, love," she said softly, gently. Her touch was constant and reassuring, and helped guard against the panic that her rejection sprouted.
Why didn't she want him to serve her? Was there something wrong with him? Did she not find him attractive?
Good gods, what happened to a slave who wasn't thought to be appealing by his owner?
Suddenly her touch became firm, without losing the gentleness, and cupped his face, pulling him up to look at her. "It's alright," she assured him, seeing the panic on his face. "You haven't done anything wrong."
"Why don't you want me?" he asked impulsively, stunned at his own nerve in saying it out loud.
She gave him a soft smile and caressed his cheek. "You're used to being treated a certain way," she told him. "It's a way that I don't agree with."
Kieran didn't understand. "Domina?" he asked, hoping for some kind of clarification.
"You're mine," she explained patiently. "I own you. I want you to enrich my life. And I believe that a helot who is treated with dignity, who is given a voice, makes a better slave. You're my property, but you're also a person. I believe you will serve me better and enrich my life further if you're given the opportunity to be who you are, not just as my slave, but as a man."
Kieran didn't know how to respond to that. He didn't even really know what to think about it. Hell, even being called a man threw him off guard. He'd never thought of himself as a man before. He'd always been Dryas' property. And before that, he'd been Aktaion Euphemis' property.
He thought of her symposium, and the things Dryas and his friends said about it. He thought of the strangeness of a trophimi owning a symposium, and how everyone had expected her to fail.
But almost overnight, she became a sensation, and her symposium was the most sought-after one in all of Sparta. Within the first couple of years, she needed to buy a larger building. And it was only another year or so until she'd reached the capacity for the second, and bought a larger plot of land, designing and building her very own symposium.
He thought back, trying to remember. It seemed to be about three or four years ago that the new location had opened. And she flat-out refused to expand again, even once she reached her membership limit. Dryas had been particularly annoyed about that.
She'd even been interviewed by the news, and told them that if she got any bigger, she was afraid she'd lose the community feel and the closeness her current members shared. That even a larger profit wasn't enough to lose the camaraderie that was so central to symposium membership. That, because she was trophimi, she had the duty to uphold the Spartan values and the Spartan ties with other members of her symposium.
Dryas had scoffed, claiming that it was all puffed-up bullshit, an attempt to make herself look more Spartan by using Spartan ideals to mask her laziness.
There could be no doubting her success. Her symposium was the best, the helots that served there were the best, and she could even take helots that had been problem slaves when owned by a citizen and turn them into exemplary slaves for the symposium.
People claimed that she had a magic touch with the helots. That she could bend them, mold them, and control them to an uncanny degree. Any slave she sold, regardless of age, genetics, or past behavior, fetched inordinately high prices. There was even a rumor of a 40-year-old slave of the symposium, well- used by countless free people, being sold to a member for almost five thousand drachmae.
Was that part of the reason why? Was that why her helots were so much better? Because she treated them in this strange way?
"Here," she said, startling him out of his thoughts. He looked up to see the other half of the sandwich in her hand. His stomach growled at the sight.
"Still hungry?" she asked.
"Yes, Domina."
He expected her to hand him the sandwich, but instead, she broke a small piece off and held it out to him, feeding him the same way Ilya had.
He closed his eyes, leaning against her leg, and opened his mouth. She was quiet as she fed him, and he enjoyed the feeling of closeness and intimacy.
Dryas had never fed him like this, and even when his friends had, it had always been a sort of sexual game. It was up to him to keep their attention, to be as sensual as he could, so they wouldn't get bored and stop feeding him.
This wasn't like that. He didn't have to worry about turning her on. He could relax and enjoy the closeness, and the gentleness of her touch.
It was such a foreign feeling, not to have to worry about how long he had until she got bored. Somehow, he knew, he just _knew,_ that she'd feed him the entire thing, whether he made it sensual or not.
More than that, he got the distinct impression that she wouldn't appreciate him being overly sensual. Not tonight, anyway. She'd told him that she wanted him to focus on being comfortable and relaxing, and she'd rejected him when he'd tried to serve her.
No, she didn't want him to be sexual now. She just wanted to feed him.
Maybe he _could_ learn her ways, learn how to please her. It was becoming clearer to him that she wasn't nearly as complicated as he originally thought. Complex, certainly, but not complicated. She was straightforward and direct with him, without being cruel or rough. It seemed like he would not have to try and guess at how best to please her. That she would be forthright with that information, and make his job easier.
When she'd given him the whole thing, she caressed his face gently. "You've had a long day," she told him. "I want you to get some rest. You know where the bathroom is, if you need it. Other than that, I'd prefer you stay in here."
Kieran was confused about that. He wasn't going to be locked in the room?
Charis noticed his expression and hesitated. "This is your _room_ ," she told him. "Not your cage. I'm treating you like a person, remember? Not an animal."
"Yes, Domina."
"Someone will come to get you for breakfast."
Kieran looked around for a clock, and didn't see one. "What time should I be awake?" he asked.
But Charis shook her head. "Don't worry about that. If you're still asleep, then we'll wake you up. I don't want you to worry about being up and ready at a certain time. Not yet, anyway."
"Yes, Domina."
She smiled down at him, then kissed the top of his head before rising to her feet. "Goodnight, love," she said sweetly. "Sleep well. I'll see you tomorrow."
"Goodnight, Domina," Kieran replied awkwardly. Had anyone ever wished him goodnight before? He didn't really know how to feel about that. It was such an odd feeling, being treated like a person. How such a little thing, like saying goodnight, could shake him so deeply.
She left the room, closing the door behind her, and Kieran found himself alone. In a room with a bed. And an unbarred window.
Sighing, he got off the floor and climbed into the bed, trying to remind himself that he had permission to sleep there. The warmth and softness felt foreign, and sleep didn't come easily.
But he'd had a very long day, and before long, the warmth of the bed and his exhaustion won out, and he fell into the best sleep he'd had in a long time. |
19,451 | Wrong Address | Ashson | NonConsent/Reluctance | 2017-10-30 | 2017-10-30 | 2022-01-01 15:45:42 | 1 | literotica.com | https://www.literotica.com/s/wrong-address-2 | Wrong address, wrong customer. | ['Antenna', 'Dare', 'Error', 'Leotard', 'Phone', 'Wrong Place'] | 4.23 | It's the little things that can get you down. You drop your phone and it's not really a worry as you have a good case for it and that will cushion the fall. The phone will be undamaged. Not a problem, unless, of course, you drop your phone down a toilet, which he didn't, or when you're at the top of a very tall ladder, which was where he was.
Steve answered the phone, had a chat, and slipped the phone into his shirt pocket, which is where he always kept it. Except today. Today he was keeping the phone in his trousers pocket as his shirt pocket had come unstitched. Only a minor problem that he would fix the next time he washed the shirt. Slipping the phone into his shirt pocket meant, in this instance, that the phone slipped in the top of the pocket and out of the bottom.
In the long fall to the ground the flap of the cover opened up resulting in the phone being exposed to the ground when it came down. It landed on what was probably the only rock around the place and the phone just seemed to explode. The cover was unharmed, but the phone was cactus, never to be used again.
Steve recovered the SIM card from the wreckage, intending to put it in a new phone as soon as he laid his hands on one. Between the SIM card and the Cloud he would be able to recover all his data. Unfortunately, being out in the suburbs meant he was miles from any decent shops where he could get a new phone. He'd have to attend to that after he knocked off. Fortunately he only had one last job in the area.
Reaching for his phone to check the next address Steve stopped, said a rude word, and tried to remember where he had to go. It was twenty-one Rose- something street, and he thought the street next to the current one was Rose- something. Not a problem. He'd just turn left out of this street and see what the next street was. If it was Rose-something he was set. If not he'd just turn back the other way.
Turning left he found himself coming up to Rosehill Street. Smiling he turned in and headed down to number twenty-one.
He could hear music playing as he approached the house. Good. That meant someone home. He hated it when he arrived for an appointment and found the place vacant. So time wasting. He knocked. No-one answered.
He knocked again, louder. Finally the door opened. A petite young thing stood there, glaring up at him.
"What?" she demanded. "I was busy."
So was Steve right then. Busy looking over the young lady standing in front of him. Possibly an inch or so over five foot, if she was lucky, but very nicely stacked. Glossy black hair, hazel eyes, creamy skin, and very nice red lips. Her clothing, whatever it was, appeared to have been painted onto her, it was so tight, and Steve considered that they'd skimped on the paint.
"Well? If you've quite finished looking?"
"Ah? Oh, sorry. I'm Steve. I'm here to put up the new antenna you ordered."
"How nice. I didn't order a new antenna. I don't want a new antenna. Try your sales pitch somewhere else."
"Ah, this is twenty-one Rosehill? Someone named Joe from twenty-one Rosehill most certainly ordered a new antenna. Delivery and installation pre-paid. Is Joe your husband, by any chance?"
"No chance. I don't have a husband and my name's Nancy, not Jo. Did you mean Rosehill Avenue, by any chance?"
Avenue? Street? What was the difference, wondered Steve.
Seeing Steve's blank look the woman took pity on him.
"There's a Rosehill Avenue somewhere around here. I have no idea who thought it would be a good idea to name two streets Rosehill but we can't get one of the names changed because the Council won't let us. No, I don't know where Rosehill Avenue is. You'll have to look it up in a street directory. Call up GPS on your phone and it will guide you there."
Steve swore to himself. At least, he had a street directory in the car. That should help him locate the place.
"Thank you," he said with a sigh. "I'll go and find it. Sorry to have troubled you. Ah, before I go, a couple of questions. First, could I interest you in a new antenna, seeing as how I'm already here? You won't even have a waiting period to get it installed."
"Thank you, but no thank you," she replied with a smile.
"OK. Second question, and you'll pardon me if it's a bit personal, but what the hell do you call that outfit you're wearing?"
She glanced down at herself before answering.
"It's a leotard," she told him. "I wear it when I do my yoga exercises. It's a perfectly respectable garment. Gymnasts wear them all the time."
"I didn't mean to imply it wasn't respectable," protested Steve. "I think it's terrific. Suits you perfectly. One last question if I may?"
At her inquiring look he continued.
"Would you take that thing off so I can see if you're as delicious without it as you are with it?"
Nancy was shocked and showed it. Surely he hadn't suggested such a thing.
"I beg your pardon?"
"I said, would you take. . ."
"Don't say it. I heard you. Are you mad?"
"Why? For wanting to see you naked? I'd have to be mad not to."
"Maybe so, but you don't suggest things like that to women you don't even know."
"Why not? If I don't ask, I don't get."
"Why not? Because it's just not done, that's why not. Besides, if I were stupid enough to take it off you'd probably take it as permission to make a pass or something."
"The 'or something' covers it," said Steve affably. "If you get up the nerve to take it off I will promptly grab you, push you down onto the carpet, and ah, how do they describe it in bodice rippers - have my wicked way with you."
Nancy swallowed nervously. Was he offering to seduce her or rape her? Possibly a combination of both. What, she wondered, would it be like to be pushed down onto the carpet and raped? It would be rape, of course, as there was no way she'd agree to have sex with him. Her eyes flicked nervously to his groin, shifting elsewhere quickly while her face reddened. That was a suspiciously large bulge he had there.
"I am not taking off my leotard," she said defensively.
"Yes, you are," Steve said with some assurance. "You just haven't fully realised it yet. Take your time. I don't mind waiting for good things to come."
Nancy just looked at him. He couldn't be serious. He just couldn't be. What on earth made him think she was going to get naked in front of him? She bit her lip and then sighed. Curiosity was going to get her killed one of these days.
"What makes you think that I'm going to take off my leotard and let you rape me?" she demanded.
"You're curious," Steve told her. "If you were seriously offended by my suggestion or had no intention of following through with it you'd have said good-bye and closed the door in my face. Instead you're standing there debating the issue. You want to but are still trying to get up the nerve to do it."
Nancy gave him a nasty look. He was kidding himself. As if she'd take off her leotard just because he told her to. All she had to do was slam the door and that would be that. It wasn't as if he was trying to force his way inside. He was just standing there, casually holding the wire door open. Feeling a little nervous she reached for the door to close it. Would he try anything?
When he saw her reaching to close the door Steve sighed silently. Ah, well, he hadn't really expected her to do anything else, but it had been fun teasing her. He winked at her.
He was winking at her, laughing at her, Nancy just knew it. He thought she was too scared to see what it would be like. Really, he wouldn't do anything to hurt her, she was sure of that, or he'd have tried to force his way inside. Nancy found herself starting to peel the leotard off, apprehension blossoming in her as she did so. She was crazy to do this. Put it down to a touch of pique and close that damned door.
She hesitated and then smirked. She stripped off the leotard and threw it at the man, reaching to slam the door in his face. Her plan should have worked. He should have caught the leotard and been unable to do anything but watch the door slam shut. The only problem with her plan was that she missed when reaching for the door. It appeared to dodge her groping hand.
Although startled to see the Nancy stripping off the leotard he wasn't surprised to see her reaching for the door at the same time as she straightened up. Ignoring the leotard coming at him he moved his foot, nudging the door wider, almost laughing at the expression on her face as she found the door wasn't where she thought it was. He stepped into the house, closing the door behind him.
"Ah, look, I'm sorry but this was a mistake," she said quickly. "Go away. I don't want to be raped, thank you very much."
"Any mistake was yours, not mine," Steve pointed out. "Um, it's that not wanting that makes it rape, you know? Might I say that your figure does not disappoint? It's every bit as lovely as I thought it would be."
With a horrified squeal Nancy turned to run. Too late, she found, as a big hand closed around her arm.
"No need to lead me to your bedroom," Steve told her. "I said I'd be doing it right here on the carpet, remember?"
She was appalled at the ease with which he swept her off her feet and laid her on the carpet, kneeling next to her. His hands ran over her body, rubbing her breasts, pushing between her legs and rubbing her pussy. He wasn't stroking her, lightly touching her and worshipping her. He was roughly handling her, hands callously rubbing against her breasts, fingers tweaking her nipples. A hand back between her legs and he was against roughly massaging her, rubbing back and forth and from side to side. She could feel him dragging her lips apart, letting them snap closed as his hand moved on. There was no gentleness, just a greedy getting to know her body.
It wasn't as though he was hurting her. He wasn't. He was just ignoring her wishes and doing as he liked, leaving her feeling helpless. Pushing at him and hitting him seemed to make no difference. It was like hitting a brick wall. She was more likely to bruise her hands that hurt him.
Steve smiled as Nancy squirmed and wriggled under him. She might be protesting but her body was certainly responding to his rough play. Her nipples were erect and her lips were pouting, swelling and spreading with her inner lips coming out for their share of the attention, attention that he was quite willing to give. He ground the heel of his hand against her mons, the pressure carrying through her pubic bone, moving deep into her. Fingers intruding, exploring, touching places he should not go.
What was he doing? He couldn't touch her like that. She wouldn't let him. She couldn't stop him! Nancy shrieked as a shocking sensation ripped through her. He was deliberately stimulating her clitoris.
"Stop that," she yelled and then shrieked again when he laughed and continued his touching.
Finally his hands were off her. Not that this was a reprieve. He was undoing his belt. His trousers were going down, along with his jocks, and Nancy gave another scream of protest as she found herself looking at his erection. The damned thing looked enormous, a great fat shaft reaching for the sky. She so did not want to experiment with that thing.
Steve rolled Nancy over onto her stomach.
"Hands and knees," he told her, encouraging her to move with a firm slap to the bottom.
With a yelp Nancy did as she was told, twisting her head to try to see what he was doing. He was easing between her legs and she could feel his erection pressing against her. She saw him lean back, felt his cock dragging against her. If scaped across her lips before steadying, poised to enter her.
Then he was taking her, driving in firmly. She gave a small scream as his cock demanded she yield to it, taking control of her, burying itself deep within her.
His hands came around and took hold of her breasts, once again rubbing them roughly. He pulled back and drove home again, hard and fast, his cock thrusting into her and his groin slapping firmly against her. Nancy screamed, not from pain but from exhilaration. Steve drove into her again, hard, fast, rough as you please, with Nancy finding herself responding helplessly, bucking and pushing just as hard to meet him.
He wasn't actually fucking her fast. There would be a powerful thrust as he thrust forcefully in, apparently uncaring of how she felt. Then a pause, leaving Nancy quivering in expectation of the next thrust, screaming and pushing urgently to meet him when it came.
He was crushing her breasts when he thrust. Nancy could feel him to the core of her being, feeling deliciously helpless, totally unable to do anything but meet his rampaging cock on his terms. Her excitement was building, each dynamic charge elevating the sensations that were ripping into her. She was going to climax, she just knew it, and he wasn't anywhere near finished, she just knew that, too.
She screamed as she climaxed, hearing Steve laugh. He also continued on his merry way, long thrusts, rough and ready, his groin bouncing hers off him when he hit home.
The change when it came was subtle. Those rough thrusts were starting to merge, becoming a smooth rhythm that was propelling her back to the heights that had crashed around her when she'd climaxed. She was giving little screams almost constantly now as her excitement increased.
Steve was driving in faster than ever. Nancy wondered why she hadn't climaxed again. Surely it was going to happen again. She couldn't stand her nerves being wound to this pitch for much longer. Steve gave a gasp and she felt a wet splash deep inside her as his climax started. It was too much for her tense body to handle. She climaxed again, energetically, noisily, screaming at the pleasure flowing through her, rocking her very foundations.
Nancy slumped bonelessly on the floor, feeling too lethargic to move, breathing hard. She watched as Steve tidied his clothes, gave her a wink, and departed.
Should she consider that as being raped, she wondered? He'd told her precisely what he'd do if she took off her leotard so she couldn't say she hadn't been warned. Did putting yourself in a position where that would happen count as consent? Damned if she knew. Whatever, it had certainly been an unusual experience. Was that what they meant by rough trade? Rough he'd certainly been, but wow, two climaxes. Worth it, she thought. |
19,452 | Wrong Address | seeker666 | NonConsent/Reluctance | 2018-01-30 | 2018-01-30 | 2022-01-01 15:45:44 | 1 | literotica.com | https://www.literotica.com/s/wrong-address-3 | A man meets an older woman he can't resist. | ['Forced', 'Mature', 'Non-Con', 'Noncon', 'Nonconsensual', 'Older Woman', 'Younger Man'] | 3.9 | He was running late. As the elevator opened he had his Iphone out, checking the apartment number one more time. He looked up from his phone to see an older woman in a fashionable red trenchcoat, just going through a doorway at the end of the hallway. Older but still put together, at least from what he could see from a distance - high heels, shoulder length hair, with a waistbelt cinched tight creating the perfect hourglass figure. He wondered what was under the trenchcoat but put the thought out of his mind as the door closed.
He slid his phone away and firmly grasping the bottle of wine he'd brought as a gift for the party, marched down the hall, checking numbers to the left and right. He covered the entire hallway and ended up before the door he'd seen the older woman go through moments before. Well, well, this party just got more interesting, he thought as he knocked at the door. He'd always had a thing for older women.
The door pulled back, a chain halting it from opening inward and the woman he had seen before, still in the same trenchcoat, gazed out at him through the few inches of exposure. Rather than the noise and party he had expected as the door opened, he saw revealed instead, a dimly lit but tastefully modern living room behind the woman whose face was just as good as the form he had seen from a distance. As they studied each other, the lights of the living room grew brighter behind, the fluorescent bulbs in their recessed spots warming up as the two confronted one another. She'd apparently just come home.
"Umm, I'm sorry to bother you, I think maybe I've got my address wrong somehow. I was invited to a party..." he stopped as she looked at him somewhat nervously.
"There's no party here. You're mistaken and I don't know you."
"This is apt #1923, isn't it?"
"Yes it is. But there's no party here, there's just me..." she stopped herself abruptly, realizing she had just revealed that she was alone.
"Yes ma'am." he said politely trying to calm her though he couldn't help checking her out as she shifted nervously. Her heels were high and her slender legs were encased in shear nylon though he could only see to her shins. The trenchcoat had loosened partly and he saw what appeared to be the top of a little black dress cut daringly low, especially for an older woman, revealing the hourglass figure and spectacular cleavage he had imagined when he had first seen her from the other end of the hallway. She looked to be in her late fifties, maybe early sixties but again, everything was preserved like fine wine, much finer than the wine he was holding in his hand.
She picked up on his eye movement and pulled the trenchcoat closer with one hand but kept the other firmly pressed against the door. "I'm sorry I can't help you. You need to go now, " she said firmly.
"Of course, of course. I'm sorry to have disturbed you. I just don't get it. #1923 12588 West Adams was the address I was given. I'm sure I had it right."
"This is East Adams," she corrected him.
"What?"
"East Adams." She forced a small polite smile. "You're not the first person to have gotten them mixed up. "
"East Adams. I didn't even know there was an east and west."
"The street signs aren't marked. The numbers run up from McCambridge Park in both directions. If you don't know..."
"No, I didn't know. Well then, sorry again to have taken up your time. I'll get out of your way and try to make it my party before it gets too late."
She chuckled at that and smiled properly for the first time. "You've an awfully long way to go. It's the other side of the river."
"The river? Aw man, I might as well just call it a night. He glanced down at the bottle of wine and she laughed at his predicament.
"I'm going to call it a night myself. Goodnight young man."
"Yes ma'am. Goodnight." He turned to go and then turned back as she was just beginning to closer her door. "You want a bottle of Merlot?" he asked, holding the bottle upwards. "I'm not gonna need it."
She smiled again. "Not a wine drinker?"
"I like wine. But it was meant to be a gift; I probably would have been drinking Scotch at the party. But, it's a good wine." He held it out towards her. "Please take it. I'm not one for drinking home alone. It'll just get wasted. Or re-gifted," he laughed. "At another party."
She paused and then reached a hand out through the still chained door and took the bottle from him. "Alright then, thank you, young man. Better luck next time."
He smiled and turned to go once again. He heard the door close behind him and then after he had walked a couple of yards, he heard it open once again behind him.
"Young man?" He turned and saw her peering out. "Would you like to have one for the road with me? I'm not much for drinking on my own either."
He paused and pretended to consider the offer though as she as she said it; all he could think about was seeing her without the trenchcoat on. "With pleasure madam, that's very kind of you." He walked back as she unchained and unlatched the door. She pulled the door back and her hand gestured from behind for him to enter. He did so, as she closed and chained the door behind him.
He looked around. "Nice place," he said, politely as he took his jacket off, laying it across a chair next to a large sofa.
"Thank you," she replied as she crossed to a small kitchen counter, placing the wine before her as she fumbled in a drawer for wine glasses and an opener. She placed them next to the wine and smiling, gestured to him, "Your wine, you do the honors."
She swished past him as he took the opener from her and turned to see her shrugging the trenchoat off and laying it on top of his jacket. What little he had seen before didn't do her justice. He tried to make small talk to cover up what he was thinking. "Looks like you just got back from a party yourself," he said.
He turned his attention to the wine as she replied. "I was supposed to be at a party but my date stood me up."
You got stood up? I find that very hard to believe." He noticed for the first time that she wore no ring. Not that it mattered to him.
She blushed as he popped the cork out of the bottle. "Was it a blind date? If he'd seen you, he wouldn't have stood you up."
She smiled taking the compliment. "Thank you. It was a friend, who took ill and had to cancel after I'd already driven to meet him."
"Well he should have driven here. What kind of guy makes the woman drive?"
She laughed, "He's an old friend."
"Whatever," he said as he poured the wine. "In that dress you shouldn't have to do anything except show up. Once seen, you'd have your pick, old friend or new." He handed her glass to her and they toasted.
"To new friends then," she smiled. They sipped their wine silently, studying each other. He tried not to be too obvious in his appraisal but she was dressed to be noticed. She filled the little black dress out perfectly. Yes, the 'hourglass' was slightly pear-shaped but her incredible breasts, though they sagged somewhat, hung in all their glory, encased in a black lace bra the edges of which poked out from underneath the low cut dress front. He tried not to stare but she was worth staring at and he could feel his cock begin to engorge at the sight.
She sipped more wine as she studied him, reading his mind all too well. "It's nice to know I can still turn a head but this is all makeup and padding and I'm old enough to be...well I'm old enough anyway.
He opened his mouth to protest but she drained her glass as she waved him off, smiling. "Thanks for making my night but it's late for me and taking off all this paint and everything else takes almost as long as putting it on. So it's time to say goodnight."
"I don't want to say goodnight."
She paused, looking him over, just as he had her. "If you really mean that, perhaps we could meet for lunch somewhere. And if you still feel the same way in the light of day..."
"Yes?"
"Well then, we shall see what we shall see."
"When then?"
She laughed. "Don't rush an old woman. She crossed to her trenchcoat and pulled out a small clutch purse and gave him a business card with her name and number in script upon it.
"Sylvia? I like it."
"And you?"
"Mark."
"I like it too. And now good night." She crossed to the door and undid the chain and stood waiting for him.
"Come, come, Mark."
He crossed and stood inches from her. "Cum?"
She smiled lasciviously. "Don't be gauche, Mark." She placed her right hand on his shoulder and kissed him. He kissed back and responded, holding the kiss longer than she had meant to. "Well, well. Do call me. Good night, Mark."
"Good night." He reached out to touch her but she intercepted his hand.
"Call me. Soon, Mark." She gently opened the door. He eased back but stared down at her breasts and made up his mind. He grabbed her breast.
"No, Mark," she said, surprised.
His other hand reached out and slammed the door shut. He squeezed her right breast with his left hand as his right hand chained the door shut. He saw the fear in her eyes as he reached down and grabbed her other breast. He mauled them as he forced himself upon her, his tongue pushing between her lips.
"Mm, Mark!" she spluttered, trying to push his probing tongue away.
But it was too late. He couldn't stop now. He pushed her against the door, his tongue inching down her throat as she tried to pull away. His right hand lowered, fumbling for the edge of the little black dress. "Mark, not like this!" she cried. She pushed and turned away but he grabbed her and spun her up against the wall. Her back was against his chest as he reached round again for her breasts, pinching at the nipples he now felt beginning to poke outward against the bra and dress. He pinched and played with her nipples through the cloth as his mouth wrapped around her right earlobe and sucked with abandon. Despite her protestations, he could feel her responding. Her breathing accelerated and she whimpered as he felt her nipples harden and lengthen from the relentless work of his fingers. He kissed and nibbled at her neck as his hands reached into her bra and directly attacked her hardening nipples. "Oh God, oh God!" she gasped as he continued his assault. Her nipples hardened and lengthened even more until they were like twin erasers between his fingers. He let the nipples go and reached his hands around each breast, scooping them out from the bra and dress, freeing them and encasing them in each hand. He again sucked her earlobe as his fingers found her nipples once again. She grunted and squealed with pleasure despite herself. "You bastard!" she cried. "You bastard!" He ground his hardening cock between the cheeks of her ass and humped against her as his nipple play continued.
"Fuck. Oh yes, fuck, yes." He spun her around and put one hand over her mouth to silence her as his mouth bent to her left breast and bit down softly. She flinched at the pain and he backed off, sucking and drawing the hardening nipple between his teeth. He flicked his tongue back and forth as he held the nub between his teeth. She shuddered and her frantic movements lessened as she reached around and clutched his head to breast. "You sweet bastard! Mmmmm. Yes!" He reached down for the edge of the dress again. This time he found his way past the stockings (thigh highs - God). He found her silk panties and thrust his fingers under and found her pussy, moist and dripping. He fingered her and she shuddered and moaned. "Yes, oh yes, oh God yes!" He played her - one hand fingering her wet quivering pussy, and another pinching her erect nipple. She moaned and squealed. He continued his assault as her breathing grew more ragged and her eyes rolled back in her head. "Yes, yes! Fuck! Oh fuck!" she cried as she came, shuddering helplessly in her climax. He felt her juice, dripping through his fingers. She shuddered again, and gazed helplessly into his eyes as his fingers continued to milk her quim.
When she had finished, he kissed her again, their tongues dancing until she pulled back, looking up at him as her breathing slowed to something approaching normal. "Oh Mark, we're going to be...such...good...friends", she sighed; her heaving breasts moving up and down with her breaths. She smiled and kissed him, her lips moving to nibble at his ear. "But next time... slow down. A woman wants to be seduced, not taken. Hmm?" she leered seductively as her lips went to his throat and she pulled him closer. She felt his hardened cock against her and smiled up into his eyes. "Mmmm, did I do all that?" She kissed his lips once more and placed her hand upon his erection, her hand moving down as she sized him up. "Such good friends."
But she had made a mistake. With her hand on his cock, the lust rush was upon him and he wouldn't be denied. He needed her now. He shoved her away, pushing her once more against the wall. He reached out and grasped at the dress either side of her breasts and ripped outward. The first rip pulled the dress from her shoulders as she looked at him in shock, her eyes like saucers. "NO!" she began to cry out before his left hand covered her mouth and his right ripped at the dress again and again until it fell to the floor at her feet. He paused to take her in - breasts heaving and spilling from the black lace bra, black silk panties askew and soaked with her juice, which ran down her legs to the top of the black thigh high stockings.
"Nnnnoooorgh, noorgghmm," she tried to cry out but his hand still covered her mouth. She looked back at him, horrified, her eyes pleading with him to stop. But the frantic heaving of her breasts was too much. He reached and undid his belt and pants, and released his aching cock, precum glistening on the head as he pulled it out. Distracted in the moment, she surprised him, biting his finger hard enough for him to exclaim and pull away from her mouth. She had her chance and raced to a phone on a table beside the couch, her breasts bouncing and wobbling as she ran.
"None of that!" He was on her in a moment, grabbing her hand from the phone and flinging her body so that she was bent over the couch. Her face and chest nestled between pillows while they stood, hunched over the back of the couch.
"No, please, Mark." she began as he shoved her head down with one hand and slid the panties down from her ass with the other. He didn't pause for a moment as he sank his shaft into her pussy. She screamed at the invasion but he moved his hand around to cover her mouth once again and began to saw back and forth. After coming already, she was ready for him and he slid in and out, back and forth with ease. He pounded and pounded, accelerating his rhythm as his lust totally overcame him.
But the rhythm was having its way with her as well. Slowly, the muffled screams changed to muffled grunts and eventually squeals as her body betrayed her. Cautiously he took his hand from her mouth but she didn't scream. She didn't change position at all as they moved in rhythm together, back and forth, back and forth. He could feel the cum churning in his cock. He wouldn't last much longer.
"Hnnngghhh. Uughhhh. Ohhh! Fuck, oh fuck! Gnnghh. Nnn... yes! ffuuck!" No argument from her now. She needed it as much as he apparently and so as he felt himself getting close, he decided to put the icing on the cake. He leaned into her and pounded harder and harder, pushing every inch he had as deep as he could.
She screamed but he couldn't tell if it was pain, anger, lust, or all three. And he didn't really care. All he knew was that with half a dozen deep thrusts, he buried himself to the base of his shaft and unleashed shot after shot of hot cum deep into her beautiful ass. He grunted as he twisted and twitched, emptying his balls deep within her. He heard her cry out, climaxing for a second time and, as he looked down upon her, saw her pussy juice leaking and dripping down over the pillows his spewing cock was pushing her into. Three more jets of jizz and he was spent. He collapsed onto her back as he felt her body, still climaxing, shuddering beneath him.
When he recovered enough to get his ragged breathing under control, he pulled out and looked her over. She turned upwards, twisting until she half stood, half leaned back against the couch sprawled before him, her breasts still quivering and heaving.
"I think maybe I'll take a rain check on that lunch," he said.
"You'll spend the night is what you'll do," she said as she reached out grasping his cock, and bringing it to her waiting lips, began to suck him back to life for the next round. |
19,453 | Wrong Behavior | bushleaguesado | NonConsent/Reluctance | 2020-12-06 | 2020-12-06 | 2022-01-01 15:45:45 | 1 | literotica.com | https://www.literotica.com/s/wrong-behavior | Therese is outnumbered working on a tobacco farm. | ['Anal', 'Bikini', 'Bondage', 'Enf', 'Forced Orgasm', 'Gangbang', 'Outdoors', 'Public Disgrace', 'Teasing', 'Vibrator'] | 3.96 | Therese looked sexy hoeing my field in a white tank top with a teasing amount of cleavage. I could see a hint of ass cheek under her lavender cotton shorts. Therese always wears a bikini underneath, which drives everyone crazy cuz she never strips the shorts or tank top off.
I could see blue bikini strings dangling over her curvy hips. Big loops of bikini wrapped around her slender neck, tangled with dirty blonde hair coming from her pony tail. Therese is about 5'4" and no more than 110 pounds. She has full breasts, plump pouty lips and an ass that is a freak of nature. As a farmer I've never seen a creation more stimulating than Therese's behind. Even sexier than what porn sites refer to these days as a "bubble but."
I'm a forty-five year old bachelor and tobacco farm owner. I don't get off the farm all summer long, so Therese is one hell of a welcomed visual. Rarely does a girl hot as her come looking for part-time farm work. Her generous curves -- those outcasts of nature that don't look like they belong on any farm -- stand out with massive presence. My cock is aroused right now writing about it.
Therese has been working on my tobacco farm part-time for three seasons, to help supplement her income as a part-time dance teacher. She enjoys the exercise and sunshine for a tan. Therese works on a crew with three full-time women and a stocky kid I just hired out of High School named Andy. Now I should point out, these three women are nothing like Therese when it comes to sex appeal working a hoe. All three: Jen, Tina and Linda are heavy, middle- aged, buxom women -- yet surprisingly agile on their feet. They have what I call strong bodies, fleshy arms and crude mouths.
I geared my quad runner down to a crawl, amongst the crew hoeing weeds, lit a homegrown cigarette and listened in on the banter:
"Watch out Therese," taunted gang leader Jen, "one of these days we're gonna tie you up, leave you out here in the field."
The other girls laughed and heckled. Therese winced.
"Yeah Therese, maybe we'll tie you to a tree and let barely legal Andy finger your wet pussy."
"What makes you think I'm wet?" asked Therese with a confused look.
"Honey you're built for one thing, and that's sex," smirked Linda.
Therese ignored the lewd comment, her hips moving with the hoe.
"Hey Therese," taunted Tina, "does your boyfriend ever get to see you in a bikini?"
"Of course he does."
"Well bitch, you never give us a bikini show with your stripper body!"
"Whatever," grimaced Therese focused on a weed, "so now you think I'm a stripper?"
"What's wrong Therese," ribbed Jen, "you scared to show off in front of us, you think we'll be jealous?"
"I'm not comfortable working in just my bikini."
"Oh right, you save your little stripper body for weekends."
"I'm a dance teacher, not a stripper!"
"Yeah sure you are; why do you think farmer Christopher here keeps you around?"
I first hired Therese three years ago and quickly overlooked her lack of productivity. I mean holy fuck what a curved out body on her, stretching, bending, seeding, planting, suckering, weeding with a hoe, priming leaves -- whatever Therese does she makes me forget all about farm productivity.
"Hey Andy," yelled Jen, "I bet you wanna see Therese in her bikini, then when we tie her to a tree you'll know what you're fingering!"
Andy leered with his boyish looks.
Therese -- flushed red from imagining herself tied to a tree getting fingered by a nineteen year-old -- shook her head with indifference. Once again she was outnumbered in the field.
"Hey Andy," asked Tina; "what part of Therese would you most like to see most in a bikini?"
"Her MILF ass," answered Andy without hesitation, "my buddies always joke about nailing thirty year old chicks in the back door."
Therese curled her pouty lips, took a deep breath, then spoke with punk attitude, "Seriously? Like seriously you're gonna talk like that about me?"
"Oh relax," laughed Jen, "give the big kid a little show; introduce him to farm girls gone wild!"
"Maybe tomorrow," Therese teased back with a look that said fuck-you.
"Andy, I dare ya to pull on her bikini strings," ribbed Linda, "HAHA maybe put a twenty down her tank top -- we know that's how she rolls!"
Therese had enough. She dropped her hoe and punched the much larger Linda in the arm. Of course her punch had no effect other than leaving a fleshy dimple. Linda laughed and pushed Therese backwards into the dirt.
"Whatch-ya gonna do about it stripper girl," mocked Linda. As Therese tried to get up Jen and Tina took their feet and pushed her back down into the sandy tobacco soil.
I finally had to dust out my smoke and yell, "Girls enough; get back to work."
Therese still on her rear end brushed sand off her young looking thighs. Her full breasts looked hot and sweaty in a white tank top. Instinctively she checked the bikini loop behind her neck.
"Come on Therese," begged Jen, "don't be a prude, you're only thirty, that's still young enough to give Andy a better look at your stripper body."
"Quit calling me a stripper, it's rude."
"Every day we can see your ass cheeks, your tits falling out when you bend over, at least take the shorts off for fucks sakes!"
Therese got up embarrassed and pulled her shorts down a bit to cover her cheeks. She brushed tobacco sand off her shorts. Then with a slight street cadence Therese goes; "why don't you all fuck off, it's none of your business how I dress, maybe I like the look with my shorts, what's it to any of you?"
"HAHA, what ya'll worryin' about fashion?" jeered a swarthy Tina with her fat jiggling arms pushing the hoe, "we're in the middle of a gawd dammed tobacco field!"
"Hell honey, nowzz the fucking time to show it off," heckled Linda with her large ass bent over the hoe. "Just pretend you're at the strip club."
"Screw off," yelled Therese in her ethereal voice, "my gawd, I'm not a stripper, I teach dance!"
I hopped off my quad, lit another home grown cigarette and snapped open a bottle of beer. Drinking and spying on Therese are my two vices.
Jen held the hoe straight and leaned it on her chin, "come on Therese; tell the truth, where do you really dance? Quit being a prissy and show virgin boy here some stripper moves."
Andy had his eyes bulging all over Therese as she bent over to pick up her hoe. I could see Therese's concaved stomach under the white shirt as she stretched. I had to chime in again, "Girls, go easy on Andy, he's probably getting all the pussy he can handle."
"Hey farmer Christopher, how about you take your shirt of?!!" yelled Tina. The big girls often flirt with me. I weight about 185 pounds with a sturdy farmer's physique. Between all the hard work and smoking I carry little fat on my body. Once in a while I like entertaining the big boned girls, keeps productivity and worker morale up. So I pulled off my plain white T, hoping I might finally get Therese worked up. Admittedly I've never once seen Therese turned-on or even a bit flirty.
Jen, Linda and Tina started whooping it up pestering me.
"You can leave those work boots under my bed tonight Christopher!" laughed one of them.
"I still see weeds to be pulled girls," was my lame response. Then I took a quick pull on the bottle.
Therese smiled at me, "I'll be back Christopher, have to use your facilities." That refers to my outhouse in the field. Therese shoved her hoe into some freshly turned sandy soil and glared toward gang leader Jen, "Be respectful, pleaze do not talk about me while I'm gone."
Everyone watched Therese walk away. I could hear more lecherous comments while I moved around surveying my crops for disease.
"So virgin boy, are you getting a chubby watching Therese's hips?"
Andy nodded with his eyes glaring at Therese's little bit of cheeks showing under her lavender shorts.
"With each wiggle," observed Linda, "she's inviting your cock to penetrate."
"Oh yeah!" leered Andy, "I wouldn't mind tying her face down with that ass up in the air, bring my boys over to tap her from behind!"
"Calm down," demanded Jen. "Keep your pecker in your pants."
"You think she's into duct tape or hand cuffs?" asked Tina.
"You ask me, she looks built for one thing -- and that's breeding," said Linda, "who knows maybe she's a whore on weekends pimping herself out?"
"Yeah but she's such a prude," noted Jen, "I bet her boyfriend has to tie her down to get anything. Or maybe she's one of those shy girls who turn into wild animals once they're tied up."
I kept my distance and took a long pull on my beer bottle. As I looked over my crops I could still hear them talking.
"We should do something to her," beamed Jen, "she's been here long enough, fuck we never did initiate her skinny ass three years ago like we should have."
"Why don't you throw her in the pool at lunch time," suggested Andy while visually sizing up each of the three buxom brutes working their hoes.
"Nah, we've done that already, and the little skinny bitch still wouldn't take those shorts or tank top off."
"HAHA," laughed Tina, "yeah I remember the little prissy drove home soaking wet."
"Well I've got a secret," smiled a devious Jen. "Listen up, I promised the boys at the auto body shop I'll get Therese in her string bikini this summer!" Jen pushed the hoe into soil with her fat cottage cheesed ass jiggling. Then she screamed loudly with cupped hands, "and I'm fucking keeping my promise, y'all hear me!"
The auto body shop was across the road. And the mechanics over there were like roaming vultures, always sneaking peaks at Therese in the field.
"Hey I got an idea," grinned Andy. Then his voice trailed off and I couldn't hear anymore.
I heard Linda say; "that's not a bad idea."
I started to get aroused in my shorts, so I crouched down pretending to examine for crop blight.
I couldn't make out everything ring leader Jen whispered to her cronies. I continued checking my crops wondering what they were intensely discussing.
Finally I told them to keep things civil and don't get carried away. I dusted my smoke, mounted the quad and finished my beer before driving back to the main barn. I could see Therese returning from the outhouse, my goodness what a body on her, a pariah of nature. If she was a stripper like the girls teased, then I have to say you don't see many strippers built this perfectly -- or as they are called these days "exotic dancers."
As a farmer I know that only in sunlight can you can really examine a woman's body -- especially from a distance. As Therese approached from the outhouse I pretended to scan my crops, really I was examining her legs for flaws. Like always I could not see one hint of cellulite or dimples under those short lavender cotton shorts -- just purely toned lean legs. A dancing goddess! Her small arms and almost bony shoulders arched back pushing out her full breasts -- bursting in the tank top. Every visible part on her well tanned. Yet her tan lines a mystery.
****
It was nearing 12:30 lunch and Therese's time to go home. I could see the women and Andy approaching from the field. Then I noticed Tina and Linda horse playing with their arms around Therese. Therese looked crushed in the middle, but her undulating hips and full chest looked very sexy.
Next thing I know Jen comes in behind and pulls Therese's shorts down and starts spanking her ass. A couple slaps looked real hard. Therese struggled to reach down for her shorts but Tina and Linda had Therese's arms pinned. Jen kept spanking her. Therese's lavender shorts were down around her ankles. I thought holy shit this is hot. So I ran over to a large bush and crawled inside to spy on the action. My cock started throbbing. No wonder I can't get any damn work done with these sexual hijinks going on.
Jen started yelling, "get her on the ground and pile on top of her."
Andy stood alongside laughing, "Therese you've got no chance with about six hundred pounds holding your ass down!"
I carefully lit a smoke and could see Therese's much smaller legs kicking and looking forever helpless. Next to those three rough and ready brutes Therese looked tiny, but her freakish curves and full breasts struggled with immense presence.
Jen started barking orders, "let's tire her out....wear her down....let her fight....and keep working her over....okay try and get her tank top....pull it up....grab her wrists....HAHA....that's it Tina pull....pull....oh yeah squeeze her wrist....keep pulling...."
I could hear Therese's muffled voice saying things like, "Come on guys, stop it, my gawd you're stretching it....you're gonna tear it...."
I saw Therese's arm reach up, her tiny fingers holding on to her tank top as it slipped over her one shoulder, the fabric stretching, Therese's tiny fingers holding on.
"Pull her fingers loose," yelled Jen, "pry open her hand, squeeze her...."
Sure enough, gang leader Jen lumbered to her feet, she yanked Therese' shorts off her ankles. Jen was now laughing and twirling the lavender shorts and white tank top with her fingers. Tina and Linda laughed hysterically. Therese slowly got up and oh my goodness what a sight -- a perfectly tanned, ultra toned body, 110 pounds, in a string bikini. She started retightening the strings over her hips; strands of dirty blonde hair fell loose from her pony tail. Her stomach was so lean it concaved.
Suddenly Therese started to run and I thought this could get interesting.
"She's getting away, grab her...."
Therese actually had a good chance to pull away from her tormentors. But lord have mercy Tina surprisingly moved like a humungous bullet and tackled Therese to the grass. The others quickly joined in. They picked Therese up kicking and screaming. Jen and Linda each held an arm. Tina and Andy each grabbed a leg. Therese struggled; twisting, writhing and begging for help, her ribs stretching in the sunlight.
I could see they were dragging Therese behind the main barn. So I crawled out from my bush and swiftly ran to a closer hedge where I lit up another cigarette.
The three women and Andy started to struggle.
Gang leader Jen kept giving instructions, 'she's a kicker and a screamer; don't let her go, keep her off the ground."
Therese kept groaning and pulling and somehow yanked her right leg and arm loose from the mob.
"Fuck this; hold her down on the ground."
"No, no, no," Therese was kicking and pleading, "stop this, let me go, please, I've got to get home."
Andy and Tina once again grabbed a leg. Jen and Linda each held an arm. They lifted her back off the grass.
"HAHA look at her hips thrusting," one of them yelled.
They had Therese up in the air, spread eagled.
"You got no chance now little stripper."
"Where you trying to go stripper, you're not going home for a while"
"It's time for you to put on a show."
I could only imagine what kind of a show they were talking about.
Therese bucked her hips, twisting her body back and forth. The girls and Andy held on to her limbs tightly.
They got Therese beside the fence and roughly set her down. Jen spanked her ass again. Andy looked uncomfortable running off toward the barn, like he had enough for one day.
The girls piled on top of Therese.
"Get off, I can't breathe," bawled a subdued Therese.
They pulled Therese to her feet and pushed.
"Hold her up to the fence," instructed Jen.
"HAHA look at her resisting; HAHA where you think you're going stripper!"
Therese tried pushing back.
"You might as well give in and get ready to give us a show."
All three pressed curvy Therese against the fence.
"Hurry the fuck up Andy;" yelled Jen looking toward the barn, "she's ready!"
"Ready for what?" yelled a winded Therese, she tried leaning forward, I could see her concaved stomach struggling, her ribs even looked sexy as she tried pushing her head down.
Jen teased, "HAHA look at the cheap floozy dancer trying to touch her toes!"
Linda and Tina pushed with all their weight, full force, pressing Therese's shoulders back up and held against the fence.
"HAHA, keep kicking those little stripper legs, you're not going anywhere."
"Once we get you naked all that'll be missing for the show are your stripper heels!"
"Maybe she has them in the car!"
I looked toward the barn and there was Andy running back with several of my biggest zip ties!
"What's going on," yelled Therese, "what's he got?"
"You're about to find out," laughed Jen, "and so are the boys across the road."
"What boys? No, no come on, I have to get home, please, stop this, let me go, I'm gonna be late...."
Collectively they worked on Therese's right arm. Therese used her free hand to punch at them.
"Keep struggling Therese, your breasts are already starting to slip out."
It was true, it seemed like with each movement another part of Therese wanted to slip out of her string bikini.
"HAHA check it out, her stripper body can't wait to get naked!" teased one of them.
"I....don't....want....to....be....naked....let....me....go....this....isn't fair....four....on....one..."
They now had Therese's right arm completely extended and held to the fence. I could see Andy running a tie strap through the fence looping it around Therese's wrist.
"She's a fighter," announced Andy as he almost dropped the strap.
"Please stop....come on Andy, please hon," begged Therese, "why you doing this to me.... four on one....this is embarrassing me, where's Christopher? Come on girls.... you know I'll get even.... I'll get you all fired!"
"HAHA fired my fat ass," laughed Jen. "What's wrong poor Therese, are we exposing your secret, you're really a weekend stripper aren't you?!! Why else does farmer Christopher keep you around?"
Therese now tried to reason with her bullies while they kept her pinned; "I do have to get home, I can't be late, it's real important that I get home on time today...."
"Slut you don't strip until the weekend; you have all afternoon ya little prude."
After more fumbling Andy finally looped the strap and quickly zipped it tight.
Jen stood back and laughed hysterically. She looked across the road and screamed: "get ready boys! It's show time!"
"What," yelled a confused Therese, "who are you yelling for? What are you doing to me?"
Tina and Linda stretched Therese's left arm against the fence while Andy ran the tie strap through a hole. This time Andy had no trouble looping the tie strap and zipping it closed. Therese was now tied to my fence in her blue string bikini.
"HAHA bitch," taunted Tina, "struggle all you want, you want to tease with your little shorts and your tits hanging out, well here's your chance."
Andy stood back to admire his work.
"Andy, add couple more straps on both wrists," demanded Jen, "make sure she's not going anywhere."
Therese started flailing her lean legs and again tried to reason, "don't Andy.... this isn't fair.... four on one, please hon, don't listen to them.... it's four on one.... "
"Ohhh please," mocked Tina. She threw grass into Therese's dirty blonde hair. "What ya gonna do about it, you better fight us off if you don't want to get naked."
Therese tried kicking Tina with a surprisingly vicious thrust.
"Grab her feet," instructed Jen. Tina and Linda yanked Therese's shoes and ankle socks off. "Andy hurry up, zip tie her ankles."
"Oh no, please not my legs too," pleaded Therese.
Andy bent down, the girls pinned both of Therese's legs to the fence. In mere seconds Therese was completely zip tied. And my cock was throbbing in the hedge. It was time for another smoke.
In the melee Jen had made her way across the road. I could hear shouting and boisterous laughing. Therese looked completely helpless at the mercy of her co-workers. Like her worse nightmare had materialized. She focused on pulling her right hand out of the straps.
"Oh wow, what a loser," laughed Tina, "you think you're skinny arms can pull out, look at her struggle, where you think you're going anyways -- it's almost show time."
Therese kept intentionally jerking her right arm.
"HAHA," mocked Linda; "with every struggle you come closer to loosing that bikini!"
It was true; Therese's string bikini seemed to be loosening with every jerk and tug. I could see her ribs in the sunlight. Her small arms and soft thighs tied down for everyone to check her out, a massive rack of tits and perfect hips completely vulnerable and on display.
Tina started to gently tease and tickle Therese in the ribs and super flat stomach, "Oh be careful stripper slut, you keep moving around your breasts are gonna completely slip out HAHA."
"Stop, stop," yelled a squeamish Therese, "stop, stop, stop...."
Linda moved in on the other side and threatened to untie Therese's bikini bottoms, "I bet she never double knotted!"
"Girls, come on please, you can't do this to me in public," demanded Therese.
"Calm down skinny bitch, this is hardly public behind a barn."
"Please don't strip me, you won, you got me tied up, please don't strip me."
I could see Therese's strength waning, or more likely she was worried about slipping completely out of her bikini. Strands of dirty blonde hair fell over her flushed comely face. Even her big lips looked sexy from my vantage point.
Suddenly the tormentors turned as voices approached. Sure enough it was Jen with four auto body guys. They all looked greasy and dirty in their uniforms. The two younger mechanics in their twenties were smoking (I still don't remember their names); the two older mechanics Joey and Lawrence looked to be carrying lunches. They all had cell phones in hand.
I noticed Jen waving something in the air.
Tina and Linda were yelling, "Oh yeah boys, get over here, she's ready, you should see how wet she's getting!"
"I'm not wet," winced Therese with pouty lips. She tried reasoning again with Andy, "you can't let those guys see me like this....I don't know what they'll do to me....Andy cut me down....please hon, just cut me loose, they're gonna terrorize me."
Linda told her to shut up and dug in for another tickle to her ribs.
Therese looked defenseless in her string bikini that was precariously close to falling off her perfectly tanned and toned body. Her hips looked huge on such a tiny body. I loved watching her yank one more time on the tie straps causing her full breasts to jiggle. Her nipples looked rock hard and super visible through the blue bikini top.
As Jen and a skuzzy gang of mechanics drew close I remained concealed in the thick hedge. It felt like buzzards and vultures closing in. So I carefully lit up another smoke.
I tried seeing what Jen had in her hands. "Holy shit," I mumbled to myself, I couldn't believe my eyes. Jen was carrying a vibrator!
Now I was in a bind too! How the hell could I hide while Therese my employee, my responsibility, gets raped by a gawd dammed vibrator! But how could I ever stop it with a throbbing cock! Fortunately I had a flask of whisky, so I pulled back a generous swallow to consider my options.
"Jen what the hell are you doing with that thing?" panicked Therese.
I noticed Andy returning from the barn again. This time he was uncoiling one of my long extension cords. No doubt to power up the vibrator.
"What's Andy doing?" yelled Therese stretching her slender neck for a better view.
"Okay guys," laughed the domineering Jen," have a look at her body, but no touching."
The four greasy auto body mechanics surrounded the fence. From what I could see Therese curled her bottom lip as the guys checked her out. She tugged on her straps as they guessed the size of her breasts. For the most part she just accepted the lechery with an indifferent look that was both cute and pouty.
Gang leader Jen came up with an idea, "Guys why don't you each pose next to the stripper for a photograph on your phones!"
"Oh my gawd," groaned Therese. I noticed she maintained a sullen look, "hey don't you assholes have to work?"
"Shops closed for lunch!" laughed one of them.
There was a lot more cat calling and laughing.
Mechanic Joey got down on his knees and pretended to lick Therese's pussy while Lawrence snapped a photo. Lawrence, a big muscular guy in his forties, had Linda and Tina pull Therese out from the fence so he could put his face beside her ass with the thumbs up sign.
Next Jen turned on the vibrator close to Therese's face, "so guys, how quick can we get the stripper off with this device?"
Therese shook her head with a blank look of defeat.
"You serious she's a stripper?" asked Joey.
"No, I'm not," pouted Therese, "come on Jen tell them the truth, no guys I'm not a stripper!"
"Look at her: can't you see her spinning around a pole? Of course she's a floozy stripper." Jen pulled out Therese's bikini bottoms, "wait till you see her shaved pussy under here -- completely bald like a cheap hooker."
The mechanics clapped and cheered. Therese hung off the fence speechless.
"Hey girls," laughed Joey, "honestly, we've wondered if she's in porn, watching her bend over in the field, damn, that ass looks like a porn girl built for anal."
"Joey stop it," demanded Therese, she noticed his name stitched on his shirt, "and I'm not in porn either, finish your pictures then cut me down from here pleaze."
The teasing continued with Joey now bent down next to Therese's pussy, sticking his tongue out like a snake.
Tina approached and once more tickled her; "So Therese, the boys say you're into porn as well, hmm, looks like bondage porn." Tina dug in and really made her shout. Therese brutally jerked and thrashed from the tickling; her left breast looked precariously close to falling out. Jen moved in and completely pulled open Therese's bikini top, showing the pack of wild dogs a hard left nipple.
The hungry animals went crazy and I was losing my wits.
"Okay everyone," announced Jen, "how long for the stripper to get off with the high setting?"
"You can't do this to me," insisted Therese, "I will get even, Jen, I will make you pay for this."
"HAHA, the little porn actress is gonna make me pay for what she already gets paid to do."
All four mechanics started shouting out guesses.
Joey was the most confident, "A porn star with this kind of body, oh shit man, she'll get off like a pro, I'd definitely say -- under two minutes."
"You're not going to find out," Therese looked indifferent.
"HAHA little Miss assertive, okay, under two minutes, let's see."
Jen called Linda and Tina closer. They pulled open Therese's bikini bottoms while Jen pushed the vibrator into her pussy for about ten seconds. Jen teasingly pulled it out, "See, look how wet she is, she so wants this!" Jen called the mechanics over to see how wet the vibrator was.
"Hey, stop it" yelled Therese, "don't touch it with your greasy hands if you're putting back on my pussy!"
"Oh yeah, see boys, she wants it back in her bald pussy!" Jen re-positioned the vibrator back under Therese's bikini bottoms. Therese securely hung off my fence while her bikini barely hung on to her sexy curved out body. If it weren't for her hips I think the bottoms would have already fallen off.
I almost couldn't believe what happened next. It was like the vibrator kidnapped Therese to a different dimension. Her body relaxed.
"Look at her hips and stomach;" yelled Jen, "she loves it, she working with it!"
It was at least partly true; Therese impulsively began working her hips in cadence with the vibrator. The vibrator completely took her over. She looked consumed and overwhelmed by euphoria, like she had uncontrollably melted away from our world of taunting. Therese seamlessly moved her toned body in complete rhythm with the vibrator. Watching I felt a wave of helpless anger come over me, like I felt vengeful. I wondered about rescuing Therese and throwing everyone off the farm for taking advantage of a helpless girl and forcing her to orgasm. I couldn't believe how wrong this behavior looked. But holy fuck, there was no way I could give myself up now! I'd look like a twisted pervert if I jumped out of the hedge. Oh shit I thought, perhaps I was only justifying the vibrator gang bang going on at my farm? The whole scene was so wrong.
"How longs it been?" yelled Jen to the mechanics.
Andy standing back from the mob with a smoke yelled, "Almost a minute!"
Therese was now heavily moaning, convulsing and shaking.
Ye gods, I again felt helpless and strangely indignant watching poor Therese. Another surge of anger lashed through me seeing how helpless she looked. She had been set up and they were giving it to her. My cock throbbed knowing Therese innocently came to work and now found herself overpowered and straining against a vibrator that was irresistibly controlling her. I've never felt so helpless and embarrassed for someone.
Therese was breathing heavily.
"I think she's close," smiled Jen holding the vibrator in whatever way made Therese tremble the most. You could see her playing around to get the right spot.
The pack of dogs all stood around smoking and watching closely. The two young guys still recording with their phones.
"Oh fuck I can't stop the feeling," moaned Therese, "ah, ah, oh my gawd, it won't stop, it, it, it, won't, it, it, won't, ah, fuck it, right there, yes...."
Linda and Tina moved in and untied all of Therese's bikini strings. The mechanics laughed and cheered.
Then with savage movements Therese convulsed even more. Jen kept the vibrator in that spot. First Therese's bikini bottoms fell to the grass. The mechanics cheered and clapped saying Therese had no tan lines! The younger two mechanics kept their phones on Therese. Andy in the background looked like he was about to explode in his shorts. Nobody was worried about counting the minutes passing by.
"Ah, ah, ah, it won't stop, ah, ah, oh my fucking lord, it won't stop, ah, ah, oh my gawd, ah, ah.... oh my fuck, oh my gawd, oh my gawd, oh my fuck, I'm so close, yes, yes, I am fucking going off, oh, oh, oh my fuck...."
Next Therese's bikini top fell off her breasts onto the grass, again revealing no tan lines, which brought even more cheering and yelling. I could hear Joey screaming, "Look at those perfect titties, those are definitely stripper quality!"
Jen moved the vibrator to keep Therese under her control.
"You got me," shrilled Therese, "oh shit, it's coming, oh shit, ah, ah, I'm gonna go, ah, ah, ah, oh my lord, my fuck, my fuck, my gawd, oh, oh....I can't stop it...."
Therese continued moaning so loud I thought she could be heard for miles. She wildly shook and looked consumed by ecstasy.
One young mechanic had his phone aimed at Therese's gushing shaved pussy, the other videoed her sexy face with big lips, her dirty blonde hair falling down in strands.
"Oh shit....I'm getting off, I'm getting off, I can't fucking stop it, ah, ah, ah, ah....I'm getting off...."
Therese's pussy went from wild spasm to spasm and I felt so embarrassed for her. She brutally shook and convulsed against the fence. My goodness the whole scene seemed terribly embarrassing from my vantage point. I felt a pang of angry guilt for not rescuing Therese. Helplessly I felt indignant for what was happening. A part of me wanted vengeance. But I was trapped in a hedge, scared to do anything. The whole scene strangely embarrassed me.
Then like a wave of release, Therese completely relaxed in her binds. For added insult Linda and Tina moved in and teasingly pulled on her nipples.
"Okay boys, look at these nipples, she obviously wants it," laughed Jen, "she's all yours; do whatever you want with her!"
A wave of frenzy and deeper embarrassment came over me.
Therese looked far too out of it to resist. I felt confused. I could crawl out of the bush and raise hell, but shit everyone would know I creep watched the whole vibrator gang bang.
I held my breath as the mechanics moved in and cut the leg straps with jack knives. Therese looked nearly unconscious. She was limply draped off the fence with her arms still tied. Joey was the first to pull out his cock. Even from my distance he had lots of girth.
"Hold out her legs," instructed Joey. The two young guys moved in and held Therese's legs out like the splits. "I think you're right Jen," observed Joey holding his hard cock, "she must be a stripper, look how her legs spread open so easy!"
Joey pushed his thick cock inside Therese and pumped.
Therese started moaning again offering no resistance. She had a fuck you look on her face.
Joey was immediately worked up, "oh fuck yeah, fuck yeah, she feels good, she's working with me boys, squeezing my cock, oh fuck, fuck, I'm already gonna blow, holy fuck she's into it guys, you gotta feel this pussy work, ah, ah, ah, fuck I'm gonna blow...."
Therese looked barely conscious but Joey claimed her pussy was working his cock. The two younger guys kept Therese's legs spread.
Joey pushed up into Therese one last time and held it in as he blew his load, moaning and groaning and trembling.
He pulled out and fell to the ground. Sperm dripped out of a defenseless Therese.
I saw Therese lick her full lips. She still had a fuck you look on her face. The two young guys were still holding her legs open.
Lawrence already had his cock out waiting, at least twelve inches. "I'm not doing no sloppy seconds," he insisted while rubbing his long cock, "hold her out even more, I want her ass."
"What," muttered a barely audible Therese, "oh fuck guys....I've never had this done to my behind...."
Lawrence reached around and spread her cheeks, then pushed his cock in, Therese moaned even louder than before.
"Oh yeah," grunted Lawrence, "she's tight back here boys, but it's sure not the first time she's had a cock in here, oh fuck she's working her gawd dammed ass."
Therese started screaming and yelling, "harder....harder....fuck me tough boy....harder you asshole....get whatever you want from me....harder....harder...."
Lawrence fucked her with swift upward momentum. "Agh, agh, agh," his voice toned deep and guttural, "agh, agh, I'm gonna blow in her ass, agh, agh, you're getting my load in your ass, agh, agh....."
Lawrence shook live a savage beast as he blew his cum in Therese's ass. He pulled out and fell to his hands and knees to catch his breath.
Therese's arms still zip tied to the fence, her legs spread out by the two younger buzzards, cum oozing and dripping out of her cleanly shaven pussy and now it was dripping out of her ass. The young guys kept checking out her backside against the fence.
"Look at that back door."
"It's like a perfect cum dumpster, spilling all over."
They set Therese's trembling legs down. Her arms still spread out tied to the fence.
"Well I don't want sloppy seconds either," yelled one of the younger mechanics, "cut her straps so I can fuck her mouth."
A recovered Joey took his jack knife and cut her tie straps. She fell into their arms. They laid her out face down on the grass.
"Let's make sure she can't get away."
"Where's her bikini? Hog tie her with it."
I looked around and saw Jen, Tina, Linda and Andy on an adjacent picnic table. They were each smoking cigarettes with shocked faces, watching Therese get gang fucked. Everything was so intense and embarrassing, I almost forgot about them.
All four dirty mechanics worked on positioning an exhausted Therese. They brought her hands and feet together behind her back and hog tied her with her own bikini strings. It was more overwhelming behavior. I was again flooded with desperate feelings of embarrassment. I felt overcome with humiliation and shame.
The two young mechanics pulled out their throbbing cocks. They rested on either side of Therese's mouth. She was hogtied with her mouth up in the air. I could see the boys trading off shoving their cocks in Therese's mouth, her full lips around their young cocks. I couldn't tell which guy went first. Finally they were each blowing cum, one in her mouth and one all over her face. Strands of her dirty blonde hair were quickly dripped in cum.
I saw the bullies stand up and drip more cum on her back before pulling their greasy work pants back up. They all laughed at Therese hogtied in her own bikini and covered in cum. They took more pictures of her. Joey bent down and whispered into her ear with a sly grin. Lawrence made sure her bikini was still knotted tight. Cum dripped off her face and strands of dirty blonde hair. They poked at her some more with their feet.
****
I've never felt so helplessly angry. To see Therese irresistibly wrecked made me want to untie her and get revenge. I became a nervous wreck. The guilt of everything took hold.
While the mechanics said goodbye to Jen, Linda, Tina and Andy, I crawled out of my hiding spot and angled my approach, to make it look like I was coming from the barn.
"Therese," I yelled with as much shock and rage possible, "what the fuck happened to you?"
I threw the mechanics off the property and told the others to get ready for a serious discussion.
I looked Therese over, hogtied on the grass with her blue bikini, cum still running out of her ass and pussy and down her thighs. Her cute face and hair drenched in cum.
"Therese what did they do to you?"
She was breathing heavy, her smooth ass writhing and covered in thick cum. She tried spitting strings of cum off her big pouty lips.
"Sorry about this Therese. I'm gonna have to cut your bikini, it's all triple knotted."
I cut her loose. "Come use the shower in the barn."
I walked with her to the barn. While Therese cleaned up I smoked and paced wondering what the hell to do about this gang bang on my farm. This was a cruel situation with crippling long term results. Finally Therese came out in the spare clothes I left her. She still looked sexy in oversized farmer bib overalls; her hair all wet and hanging around her face.
"What the hell happened, Therese?"
She wrapped her arms around me, pulled me close, and spoke ethereally, "I told those mechanics when I started working on your farm; they better fuck me hard, first chance they get."
"What?!!" I was stunned.
Her voice was soft and certain, "duh, why else you think I'd want to work on a farm, think about it Christopher."
"You set all this up?"
Her face was glowing, "let's say I chose your farm cuz I saw potential for a real public disgrace fucking."
"I had no idea."
"Farmer Christopher you're so naïve, and so obvious staring at me every day. Why didn't you just fuck me three years ago?"
"I could have?"
"Maybe, you never asked; you just pretended not to stare at my ass and tits."
"Well I am your boss."
"Too late, now."
"You're quitting?"
She kissed me on the cheek and whispered, "don't worry, those mechanics sure made it worth the wait, oh my gawd was that thrilling, especially when Lawrence fucked my helpless ass!"
"I can't believe those guys were in on this."
She whispered into my ear, "oh by the way, I could see you hiding in the bushes when they tied me to the fence, you're a weak push over farmer boy, then you let them fuck me, you're hopeless."
"Well, ah, ah...."
She kissed me with tongue and then pulled out just as fast, "it took almost three years for your loud mouthed women to finally set me up."
"So Jen, Linda and Tina weren't in on this?"
"Nope, I have a fetish for realistic pranks, you know like bullies taking advantage, forced public gangbangs, you know that sort of thing, I knew they would eventually tie me up, but my gawd, I didn't think it would take this long. It's too bad Andy didn't get a piece of me."
I was bewildered. "Was the vibrator part of your plan?" I glanced toward it sitting on a work bench.
"Whose vibrator did you think it was?" she went over and picked it up. "I had to go buy another one cuz I didn't think this one was ever gonna get used on me."
All I could lamely say was, "no shit. Hey what's your boyfriend gonna think?"
"Who Joey? I think he'll be fine."
"Mother fucker...."
"Well thanks for the job farmer boy and the most thrilling climax I've ever had."
"This is it?"
"I might keep in touch. Bye for now."
I watched her leave in the bib overalls, her sexy behind teasing me.
She started her little black sports car, tore down the gravel laneway and blew her horn at the auto body shop.
I've heard about BDSM freaks that get off on being tied down and made the center of attention. Apparently it's a sexual rush to feel helpless. They get off on being the focus and having the whole act revolve around their powerless body. Could it be I had one of those sexual deviants working for me?
The way Therese softly said "bye for now," leaves me hoping to soon find out.
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19,454 | Wrong Bet | Gamina | NonConsent/Reluctance | 2011-07-11 | 2011-07-11 | 2022-01-01 15:45:46 | 1 | literotica.com | https://www.literotica.com/s/wrong-bet | Lesbian fighter loses bet to group of men. | ['Cumdumpster', 'Donkey Punch', 'Gangbang', 'Girl On Girl', 'Group Sex', 'Humilation', 'Lesbian', 'Mma', 'Straight', 'Strap-On'] | 3.99 | _big thanks to Master Supercock for the quick editing job. all characters are 18+ if you are lesbian and are offended by a lesbian taking cock stop reading now. otherwise i would love to hear comments about the story._
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"Well as the coach isn't here I guess that we can settle this month's gambles before hitting the showers."
Tommy said as the group finished a 3 hour mixed martial arts training session.
"Kirsten, who will be your male opponent for your bet with the black belts?"
Kirsten smiled at Tommy but it wasn't a warm smile. The tall redhead despised Tommy and she was just glad that today she would be able to teach those guys a lesson. Stepping forward she pointed at the new guy.
"He will be my opponent." When she saw that Tommy was going to object saying that the deal was for her to fight and defeat a black belt holder she stopped him. "Yanick is a black belt Tommy, you never specified that it had to a Brazilian Jiu Jitsu belt." She said smugly as Tommy turned towards the new guy asking him if he was indeed a black belt.
"I do; I hold black belt in Muay Thai. I have been Belgian light heavy and heavyweight champion, European light heavy champ and ranked third light heavyweight in the world before I switched to MMA." As he said that, Kirsten lost some of her confidence and Tommy looked as if he had already won the bet.
"But, I am not going to fight her. I don't hit women and well, to be honest, gangbanging a lesbian would be frowned upon by my girlfriend." He said as he made his way to the showers to clearly show he didn't want anything to do with it. Kirsten fumed inside as she knew that this was her only way out of a stupid bet. Cursing herself for letting those idiots push her buttons like that, to the point that she had agreed to a fight which, if she lost, she would let those pervs have their way with her.
"Guess we get the chance to show you how much fun a cock can be Kirsten." Tommy said in the most annoying self-righteous way possible. But just then the young fighter saw her last chance enter the dojo. Turning away from the fighter she walked towards the dark haired beauty that just walked in. Yanick's girlfriend was a bikini model for Billabong and ever since she had walked in the dojo, about two weeks ago, Kirsten had spent many hours masturbating to her pictures.
"Hey Barbie, now that it is proven that Yanick is nothing but a little scared cunt, what about you come with me and I show you a good time?"
The girl froze in her tracks and looked at Kirsten in disbelieve.
"Thats right that little fag your dating isn't even man enough to take on a little sparring match. So why waste your sexy little body on him."
And just as anticipated the girl flung herself at Kirsten grabbing a good hold on her ponytail trying to pull her down. Grinning, Kirsten tripped the girl and started to fondle her breast as the bikini model screamed at the top of her lungs. It was then that she felt two large hands on her shoulders lifting both girls up in one try, prying them apart.
"What the hell is happening here?"
Yanick's voice did little to hide his anger as he calmed down his girlfriend.
"I want you to kick that cunt's face in." She screamed as she was panting against his chest.
"I know you don't like to hit women, even in training, but she attacked me!"
For a second Kirsten wanted to object but caught herself in time, knowing that that bitch was playing along well in her plan. As Yanick looked like he was going to object to the spar she let him be and focused on his girl.
"Let's wager a little bitch. If I lose, you can come watch my humiliation at the hands of those guys; but if I win, we give this guy a little show on how I don't need a dick to cum."
Seeing the shocked look in the girls' eyes she feared for a second that her repulsion for lesbian sex would make her back off, but apparently confidence in her man took over.
"Deal!" She spat back. Yanick tried to talk her out of it but as the guys in the gym started cheering Kirsten knew that there was no way that he could pass up this fight if he wanted to keep on training here. Putting on her gloves she made her way to the cage preparing for the fight. She knew that she couldn't stand up with him and that she would need to take the initiative and drag him to the ground in the first seconds of the match when he was still reluctant to fight her.
As Yanick walked in and took his fighting position she froze for a second as the pressure he was instilling in her was huge. The moment the bell rang she closed the distance and grabbed the back of his knees to take him down, but to her disbelieve he didn't even budge. Quickly disengaging she backed off to see the man smile at her.
"I forgot to warn you that I played 12 years of rugby as kid."
He said as he closed the distance in a flash and landed a tremendous low kick to the inside of her leg. It felt as if she had been hit in the leg by a small car. As her leg was swung away she grabbed the man's neck and clinched up. As soon as she did she felt herself fall forward as the Thai boxer apparently pulled her in his guard.
"Stupid mistake."
She thought, as she had seen very little of him on the floor the past two weeks, but as they touched the canvas and she got ready to transition she felt an enormous pressure on her hip and spine. Catching her breath she couldn't believe how tight his guard was and panic set in as she knew that she was now at his mercy as his hands trapped her wrist like a vice. For a brief moment she felt the pressure vanish, but before she could do anything his legs trapped her arm and neck in a vicious triangle choke. One second she was struggling hard to get out of it, the next she was passed out as he twisted his hips so hard that the knock out was immediate.
Kirsten woke up in the girls' locker room with a wet towel on her forehead. She couldn't remember how she got there but as she felt no pain, except on the inside of her left leg, she figured she must have been chocked out. Sophie sat next to her, clearly amused at the redhead's situation.
"Taking on Yanick was a mistake, he might be new to this gym but in Europe he was well known for his grappling."
She stood up holding a marker with a malicious smile on her face.
"Since it was thanks to me that Yanick fought you the guys have decided that I could help out with their fun. Lift up your shirt please."
Sighing, Kirsten knew better than to argue as she had lost the bet fair and square. Sitting upright she took of her shirt waiting to see what would happen. For a second she was getting excited as the tall brunette squatted between her legs, but as she took the cap off the marker she knew she wouldn't like it. Sophie first wrote in big letters on her perfectly toned stomach. "Cum whore." Then on her chest she wrote "Cum Target"; she made two arrows directed at her perky c-cup tits, and one upwards towards her face. After a little bit of thinking she squatted lower and wrote Sperm on the inside of her right thigh and Depot on the inside of her left thigh with arrows towards her pussy.
"Get up and bend over bitch."
Kirsten felt like smacking that dumb bitch right on the nose but she managed to control herself and comply. As she placed her hands on the bench she could feel Sophie's hand grab the waistband of her shorts and panties and slowly peel them off her hips.
"Bet you would love to do this to me."
Sophie whispered in her ear. Kirsten couldn't deny the fact she would indeed have loved to do so, and she couldn't help at being disappointed at herself for losing the fight. Once her panties dropped to the floor she could feel Sophie write on her ass cheeks, one side had Spank Me Hard written on it, the other side had Insert Here with an arrow pointing towards her ass. Then pushing her pelvis against Kirsten's muscular ass, mimicking fucking motions she drew two circles around her kidneys and wrote " Donkey Punch here" in between. And finally between her shoulder blades, she wrote, Grab Here and pointed an arrow towards her ponytail.
"You like that whore?"
Sophie asked as she yanked the redhead back by her hair while she pinched her nipples hard. Finally she fixed a big dog collar around her neck and smiled sweetly.
"Get on your knees and be a good little bitch."
Grumbling, Kirsten did what was asked of her as she saw Sophie walk towards a sports bag on the bench in front of her. To her surprise the model stripped out of her tight jeans to reveal her perfect ass in a little black lace string. Unfortunately for her it was quickly covered by a little black sparkly short skirt with a little white belt. Then, intentionally turning around to face her, Sophie pulled of her shirt and unhooked her bra, letting the lesbian fighter enjoy a full frontal view of her perfectly shaped D-cups before she covered them up with a too little black bikini top. As the girl slipped into her high heel boots, Kirsten really wished she could have had her way with that little cunt. Grabbing the leash Sophie kicked Kirsten softly in the ribs.
"They told me to warn you to act as if you enjoyed it, or you would regret it."
When the doors opened she was greeted with a wave of cheers from about half the men in the dojo and even though she was smiling bravely she was really scared at what was about to happen. Kirsten had always known she had been gay so she had never even tried flirting with guys but tonight she knew that they would make her pay for every snide comment she had made over the past few years. As she was lead into the cage she felt somewhat relieved to see that there were only about a dozen guys inside the cage, the rest of the club would just be witnessing her humiliation not participating. Everywhere she looked she could see guys snapping pictures, but what bothered her the most was that the guys had also brought out the cameras they used to film the fights. She was being lead towards Tommy and Yanick when she saw the cue cards with her lines and she almost started crying.
"So, Kirsten ready for some fun?" Yanick asked.
"Please Sir just call me Bitch; and if with fun you means sucking cock and getting fucked hard I can only say yes."
The men laughed as she spoke her line without much conviction. As Sophie handed the leash to Tommy, Kirsten saw how Yanick took his girlfriend to the side and whispered something in her ear. Whatever it was it seemed to please the bikini bitch as she turned around with a huge grin upon her lips and Yanick nodding to the fellas as Sophie went to sit on a chair in the middle of the cage.
"Well Kirsten before you can have your fun and suck of all of our cocks you have to get us hard first, so why don't you crawl over to our lovely assistant and lick her boots for us."
Tommy said chuckling, knowing that most of the guy's already had raging hard- ons only at the sight of this dike bitch being put in her place. As Kirsten lowered her head to lick the tip of Sophie's boots he almost felt sorry for her as he knew what they had in store for her. He had to respect the fact that she was actually stepping up and accepting her loss; but not for even a second did it cross his mind to be merciful, for she had humiliated him too often.
Her tongue was getting dry from licking the last part of Sophie's boot when she suddenly felt her head being yanked up by her ponytail, forcing her upright and then bent over the back of the chair. She could feel the model's fingertips softly caress her ass which was now sticking out for the world to see. Sophie once again positioned herself behind her and mimicked fucking her from behind as the men cried for more. As she gasped she saw a cue card that told her to ask to be spanked and that she had to say thank you after every blow.
"Please Sophie, please spank my little unworthy ass."
And before she even had the time to brace herself Sophie landed a huge bitch slap on her ass. The slap resonated so hard through the room, followed closely by Kirsten's scream of pain as her ass cheek felt as if it was set on fire, that the boys fell silent for a second. Sophie again let her fingertips caress the now red cheek.
"Tsk, tsk, what do we say if you want this to continue..."
She said with a sweet voice.
"Thank you Sophie ."
She said with a laboured breath, and as Sophie landed another slap with all she had on the other cheek. As Kirsten thanked her, the young model fired again and again until the poor slut's ass was so red and sore that every hit brought tears to her eyes. The worst part was that the heat of her cheeks and the shockwaves of the slaps had made her pussy react.
"Babe, why don't you check if our little bitch really enjoys this."
Watching over her shoulder she could see that there was some hesitation from Sophie to touch her somewhere special. Kristen thought it was good to know that the girl was so anti woman on woman action, but as Yanick stepped forward, Sophie yanked her head back up by the hair and jammed two fingers into her soaking little cunt.
"Geez wet like a bitch in the rain."
Sophie said with clear disdain in her voice as she pulled out and let her man smell her fingers. Then turning the chair around, she pushed her fingers into Kirsten's mouth so that the little bitch could taste her own humiliation. As she sucked on the wet fingers she could see how Yan now started to fondle his girls' breast, at the same time that she felt several hands on her own breast and ass. Pinching her nipples and slapping her ass. Two things suddenly happened at the same time and Kirsten didn't know how to react to both of them together. Yanick dropped the bikini top from Sophie, assuring her that it is okay as the young model started to protest, and someone else started to slap between her ass cheeks and legs with malicious force.
As Yanick pinched the nipples of his model until they stood in proud attention he whispered something in her ear. Sophie shook her head not agreeing to it but as one of his hand cupped her mound, Kirsten could see that the girl would agree to anything he asked. At the same time she was grabbed by her hands and feet and flipped over on the floor. To her surprise she saw Sophie stand between her legs, slowly getting down on top of her until their breast mashed each other and their lips almost touched. Kirsten smiled as she thought that maybe losing and getting ploughed over and over by a dozen or so men wasn't so bad if she could have sex with her favourite model. However, just as their lips were about to touch Sophie backed off and slapped her in the face.
Starting at her neck Sophie slowly began to kiss and lick her way to Kirsten's tight stomach, letting her hands rest on her own breast as her tongue started to flirt with the shaven pubic area of the lesbian. Shivering, Kirsten watched as Sophie skilfully aroused her by kissing and licking every inch of her stomach and thighs without touching her pussy while Yanick stood behind her rubbing her ass through her shorts. Unfortunately, her view was obstructed as Tommy straddled her chest, aiming his cock towards her lips. Too excited to react she opened her mouth and let Tommy skullfuck her.
It didn't take long for Tommy to empty his load in her mouth, when he was done she was pulled to her knees and was presented with another cock to suck. She could see how Sophie was now taking out Yanick's cock, smiling as she clearly enjoyed pleasing him. For some reason this bothered Kirsten more than anything else. That little bitch was sexier then she was, half naked, and yet the guy's let her be. As another cock exploded all over her tits she wondered how long this would take.
"Yanick, why don't you come closer with Sophie, so that this little bitch can see how a real woman uses a cock?"
The fighter smiled as he pulled his girl up and walked her towards Kirsten. To her amusement she could see that the young girl didn't look so confident following her man in this dick circle. But as the other men focused their attention back towards her she could see that Sophie gathered herself again and started to tease her man's cock. For her part she just opened her mouth as the seventh cock of the night came to fuck her face. As yet another cock spewed its load on her tits she saw how Sophie still was just caressing and teasing Yan's cock.
"Yan, you want a go before we start fucking her?"
Yan looked down towards Sophie who wasn't looking all that happy about it and smiled.
"Nah all I want is to fuck these babies." He said as he cupped Sophie's breast. Even if it was demeaning to her, Sophie smiled broadly towards Kirsten in a way that showed what she thought about being preferred. She did stop smiling at the next comment though.
"Babe, go lie down so that that bitch can take of your shorts."
"Yan they are filming this! I don't want my pussy in this movie."
"Relax babe, we'll edit it out, you know I can't cum if I don't see my little glistening pussy."
Yanick didn't wait for Sophie to reply and motioned to Kirsten to go on with it and for once the lesbian didn't stall, she immediately hooked her fingers in the waistband and peeled away the shorts inch by inch, kissing the girl's legs slowly as she did. Yan swung his knee over Sophie's face obscuring her view with his ass and placed his cock between her ample cleavage. But as the lesbian girl who was being nailed from behind kept teasing her, Sophie started to complain again.
"Babe, I don't want her touching me like that, that's gay."
Yan laughed and motioned Kirsten to continue.
"Babe, it's her licking you, or those guys fucking you. Really it's up to you; but I don't think it is gay if she is the one doing it."
He said, winking at the rest. The annoyed response of the model changed in a little moan as the expert muff diver worked her magic. As she felt yet another cock explode in her pussy and being replaced she just imagined it was another woman with a strap-on fucking her from behind as the sweet taste of pussy filled her mouth and nostrils. The sound of moans filled the dojo as both girls where pushed over the edge. Then Yan feeling his own climax approach, he took his cock out of his girls' boobs and moved forward aiming it at the action.
"Put your tongue in that pussy bitch."
As Kirsten did as she was asked, cum squirted over the pelvis of the bikini babe covering her tongue and her face. After several more squirts the strong man grabbed Kirsten by the hair and made her clean his cock, then pushed her face back into his girl's lap. Finally when all of the cum was licked off the beautiful starlet, Yanick pulled her on top of the girl.
"Babe I really would love to see you two make out."
The girl didn't look all that into it, but as Kirsten started to kiss her , she allowed it. Kirsten wondered why Sophie was so submissive to this guy, but as she was allowed to have some fun with her she didn't mind; after all she had a score to settle with the bitch. From the corner of her eye she could see Yan and Tommy were talking about something as several men started to grope at her again. Seeing that none of them dared to touch Sophie, she turned around pulling the model into her guard, hindering the men's groping.
"Babe, get that ass up for me would you?"
She heard Yanick say as the lovely lips of her make out partner left her. Looking over she could see that the man was already back to a full erection.
"Babe, you can chose, I want to fuck something that is licking a pussy."
The girl looked up at her boyfriend with a confused look on her face, but he just smiled.
"So do I fuck you, or shall I fuck her?"
For a second the girl hesitated but then turned to Kirsten and lowered her face. Kirsten propped herself onto her elbows to be able to see better, even if that gave some of the guy's better access to her boobs. She saw how Yan entered his girl from behind and started to pound her face into her lesbian cum bucket.
"That's it babe eat her out for me, make that lesbian cunt cum."
As he said it, Kirsten could feel how the girl instinctively started to do a better job at eating her, knowing how she liked to be eaten, and soon the young lesbian started to moan as her clit was expertly tickled. As her gaze moved up to meet Yan's eyes she saw him smugly smile at her, smiling back she grabbed the brunette by the hair and pulled her harder against her crotch as she started to grind her hips against the young face.
"Oh God that's it you cunt...."
Kirsten screamed as a wave of pleasure swept over her body, collapsing on her back she tried to catch her breath as she saw the young girl smile triumphantly, her face covered in juices. Yan picked his girl up and pressed her face up against the cage as he started to push his wet cock in the girls ass, as he did that Kirsten herself was dragged on top of a cock and made to ride it. She was just getting into a rhythm when on of the guy's shoved his cock into her mouth and started to skullfuck her again.
"I'll enjoy this."
She heard Tommy whisper in her ear as he pushed his cock into her asshole filling her third hole completely. Kirsten was passed around like this so much that she couldn't count how many orgasms she had experienced. Then Tommy threw her a strap-on and told her to put it on.
"Yan thinks that because you played nice for the video that you can have a go at Sophie's ass."
Kirsten smiled as she slipped on the strap-on, the dildo was at least 8 inches and she knew that the girl would not like it at all. But even before she could complain Yanick took control.
"Babe if I were you, I would get it wet already before we switch places."
Resigned to what was going to happen the young girl started a mock blowjob as the guys around them cheered. Deciding to take the payback to the fullest, Kirsten stood up, grabbed the girl by the face and started skullfucking her just as she had been skullfucked earlier. As the little brunette started to choke and gag all over the dildo, Kirsten smiled, almost understanding what the guys liked so much about this. Then as the dildo was covered in drool, Yan stopped his fucking and turned his girl around offering his wet cock to her. At the same time that the girl closed her lips around his cock, she could feel the huge dildo push against her asshole.
"Aauhmph"
With that sound the young bikini model was finger cuffed between her bf and the lesbian fighter. The two pounded her with a fast rhythm for about five minutes until it was clear that the girl was about to cum. Letting go of her head, she collapsed to the floor, her ass still high in the air, moaning about how close she was. Yan told her to ask for what she wanted and he moved behind the lesbian who was jackhammering his girl.
"Don't stop bitch, ride me like a whore."
The little model screamed as Kirsten felt her hair being pulled so hard that she screamed.
"You heard her bitch."
Yan hissed in her ear as he pushed his throbbing cock into her sore asshole. Kirsten felt completely filled by his cock and as her strap-on was grinding into her pussy as she pounded the young girl, she too felt an upcoming orgasm.
Then it all happened fast, Sophie's legs gave in and her ass dropped as she screamed in ecstasy. As the two girls dropped Yan donkey punched Kirsten making her spasm around his cock, to her horror that made Kirsten go over the edge to and she started to add her screams to those of Sophie. Finally the contracting spasms of Kirsten's asshole during her climax milked him dry as a stream of cum filled her bowls.
After two hours of heavy fucking the girls were placed next to one another and every guy in the dojo was invited in the ring to dump a load on them glazing them in cum. Finally Tommy hovered with his camera over the body of the two girls and zoomed in on Kirsten's face as Yan held up the last sign for her.
"Well guys I hope you enjoyed this, like I have enjoyed every single one of these cocks. This was Kirsten for you live from the cage for lesbiancumdumpster. cum again."
The End |
19,455 | The Wrong Choices | Macthegreat05 | NonConsent/Reluctance | 2017-12-15 | 2019-07-06 | 2022-01-01 14:47:57 | 7 | literotica.com | https://www.literotica.com/s/the-wrong-choices-ch-01 | 1. This is a story of love, bondage, betrayal and revenge. 2. The 24 hours of punishment continue further. 3. Ananya is forced to witness something unexpected. 4. She is taught a lesson that breaks her will. 5. Forced to do something she hates, Ananya's situation worsens. 6. Still tied and gagged, Ananya gets mistreated. 7. Things get hot and steamy for the tied up damsel, Ananya. | ['Bondage', 'Bound', 'Gagged', 'Girlfriend', 'Kidnapped', 'Non-Con', 'Noncon', 'Tied'] | 4.63 | Chapter 1 - Confession and Confusion
It was a long weekend, and all I wanted to do was sleep peacefully in my cozy room. Finally the folks in the country were celebrating Diwali on Thursday, and thanks to them we had a 4-days holiday for the first time in many months. While others had plans to do amazing things, I was reluctant to even get out of my bed. After all, Ananya Salgaocar, never did anything that she didn't want to do. That's me. A little irritated and extremely tired, and definitely bored as hell.
Living miles away from home among people I hated and in a place I loathed was bad enough. To add to it there was this quarter life crisis - the weird feeling of being too old to have fun, and too young to take responsibilities. Yes, being 25 years old was the most terrifying thing that could happen to a girl in India. On one end, I was struggling at my job, and on the other my parents wanted to see me married. I worked for NIC (National Informatics Centre) the IT arm of Indian Government. I was posted in the port-city Goa - a famous tourist destination. The government had chosen it for the isolation and seclusion it provided. It was undoubtedly one of the best in the country. People craved to work for this firm. Yet on the inside it was as frustrating as any other job in the world. And to add to it, I worked on something important. Oh yes, I was working on a Portal that would be used by Government of India for issuing Passports and Visas. It came with a million rules, non- disclosure agreements and a thousand complex clauses to keep us from revealing the inside working of the software to anyone. The girl who wanted to be a journalist once; who dreamt of travelling the world, unveiling things unseen and unheard of, meeting new people, making mistakes, taking risks was now stuck in a completely safe, secure, risk-free permanent job of a Software Programmer.
The past week had been hectic and I really needed some quiet time. But my boyfriend wanted me to be with him. Yes, I had a boyfriend, or at least I convinced myself that I had him. And my boyfriend dearest was from the IT hub of Hyderabad. Compared to Goa I had hated Hyderabad even more. But I didn't have a choice. At times, it felt that my boyfriend was more interested in my work than in me. We had been together for almost 6 months and yet no one except a specific few close friends knew about us. We preferred to keep it that way, because having a boyfriend was still considered bad- and if a girl had dated too many guys, she'd be looked at as a slut. I never really cared about what people said, but it seemed that he did. He often travelled to my city on weekends, so that we could spend some time at my room. But this time, it was my turn. The one-night travel to his city irritated me, and I had half a mind to refuse. But for everything he had done for me, for all the pain he went through to meet me every time, I really felt indebted to him.
As Wednesday evening came, I let go of my reluctance and took a bus to his city and reached there the next morning. For most of the day we just lazed around watching movies, sleeping and chatting. He had brought my favorite vodka, and by the time it was 9 pm, I was already three shots down.
The vodka had its effect, and I felt buzzed and in that inebriated state I ended up revealing something that should have gone to my grave with me. Either way, the minute I said it, I wanted to take my words back. But it was too late. I was drunk, not him. He had heard me loud and clear and I could see his expressions change, as he grasped the meaning of what I had just said. I had kissed his best friend. Well, rather he had kissed me, or at least tried to. Yes, kissing is a big deal if you are dating in India. And sex? Well, it is ideally not supposed to happen before the two get married.
Even before I noticed my now-BF, I had noticed his best friend. The guy had a personality that invoked fear and respect at the same time. Reading 50 Shades of Gray reminded me that he was pretty much like the character Christian Gray. I had liked him in an instant, but didn't do anything about it, and then, when I started dating this guy, I started getting closer to his friend as well. Eventually we fell for each other, but I didn't have the guts to tell my BF. As an ideal BF he had been so honest, loving and caring that I could never tell him that I wanted to break up with him. And thus I spent my love on two ends, and one fine day ended up being force kissed by Mr. Gray when he was recovering from a bad hangover. He felt guilty and apologized a million times, and much later, I had told him, that I had actually enjoyed the kiss. Being forced by him, being straddled, and pushed against the wall, his lips touching mine...it was heavenly.
But in that moment, I felt bad about it. By now my boyfriend had already lost his temper, and was punching the wall. His anger was justified, but it scared me. When he said, he wanted to break up, I just lost it. Both of us had made many mistakes, and our relationship was in a mess, but I was not ready to let him go yet. A few minutes earlier he had told me that he wanted this to be a memorable weekend and he had a surprise planned for me at the end of it. Now, it seemed that all of it was going down the drain. I apologized again and again and told him he could punish me all he wanted, but a break up was not the solution.
Suddenly, with a smirk on his face he asked me if I really meant that he could punish me, and I just nodded. He smiled again, and said in that case I must do as he says for the next 24 hours. My first reaction was to tell him that if he intended to make love to me, I was not willing to lose my virginity yet. He could do whatever he wanted, but I was not going to have sex with him. At least, not until I was sure that we were going to marry each other. But surprisingly, he promised, he had no such intentions and thus I immediately agreed.
He seemed confused for a minute, probably surprised that I had so readily given up control. His next words came as a bigger surprise than what he had just demanded. "I don't trust you", he said. "You agree now, but you will forget it or ignore it later. Or worse, you will blame it all on the Vodka. That is what you always do. Deny everything as if it never happened, as if you never said or did anything. Hold on. I need proof."
With that statement, he drew out his phone, switched on the video recorder and held it so that the camera focused on me. Was he insane? I wanted to tell him, that this is what he always did. Whenever I gave him something he just asked for more. I always got exhausted from his endless demands and expectations. But this was not the time, I was the one who had cheated on him, so the least I could do was give him what he needed. "What the fuck do you want me to say?" I asked.
And to that he gave me the lines which I was supposed to speak verbatim. "State your name and age for the record." I got the cue and with a sarcastic smile on my face played along in his stupid game.
"I am Ananya Salgaocar, 25 years old. I am completely in a sane, conscious state. I am neither drunk, nor in any kind of stress or duress. I firmly confirm, that whatever happens next is completely out of my own will, and within my control at all times. No one except me is responsible for my actions and events that are to follow." There it was - spoken, recorded and saved. Saying it did come with a feeling of foreboding as if I was knowingly stepping into some dangerous, unpredictable task without comprehending the outcome. It seemed childish. But fine, what could happen anyway. How worse it could be? What could he do to punish me, I thought. Well, I was about to find out.
Suddenly, his tone had changed. The loving, carrying voice was replaced by a stern command. I was asked to freshen up and get into comfortable clothes. I had never taken orders from anyone, but for the moment I complied, collected my clothes from my bag and headed to the washroom in his bedroom. It was a relief to be alone for a while, as warm water fell on me, and my thoughts fleeted to what all he could do. I let go of the anticipation and decide to just let things happen. The bath had calmed my nerves and as I got into a loose gray t-shirt and shorts, I started looking forward to the next 24 hours. There was obviously a strange curiosity to find out what he had in store for me. He was running around the house, while talking on the phone. A black bag was lying in one corner, and he kept approaching it. It seemed as if he had prepared for this moment since a long time, and my confession had just preponed something that was going to happen anyway. With some difficulty, I controlled my curiosity to look into the bag, lest he should get all Hulk angry again. This time curiosity could actually kill the cat.
As soon as he saw me, he came up to me. His no nonsense attitude was evident, as he asked me to call up my family and tell them that I was out on a holiday and the cell reception wasn't good, and hence I would be contacting them 4 days later, once I returned to Goa. Fine, I did it. If that would give him the satisfaction that I was completely his, then so be it. I was his, at least for the weekend. He took away my phone and made me turn around and asked to close my eyes. As I did so, he held me by my shoulder and led me to the couch. Suddenly I was pushed down onto my stomach, as he pulled my hands behind me. I felt cold steel on my hands and heard the sounds of something clicking. In a flash, the scenes of someone being arrested flash in front of my eyes, and I realized that he had just handcuffed me.
I yelped, and started asking him to let me go. I tried telling him how much hated this kinky stuff and he should stop right away, or I was never going to talk to him again. But he was calm as a cucumber, and just reminded me that I had promised to do as he said for the next 24 hours. I stopped yelling at him, thinking his kinky side was fully activated, and it was wiser to play along. I struggled but the cuffs held tight, and to make matters worse he brought my flailing legs together and put cuffs around my ankles too.
This was too much. I looked back at him, angry as a bitch from hell, my hair covered half of my face, the pressure of my whole body was on my stomach, and the couch was hurting my breasts. I was about to hurl curses at him, when he pulled my hair and made me shout in pain. He clamped my mouth shut with his other hand. The mere feeling of his large strong hand over my lips made me go blank for a few seconds. As soon as I was quiet, the hand was replaced by a strip of tape. He neatly plastered the strip duct tape across my lips, as I came back to my senses, and realized that I was gagged. Gagged? How did I even know that word? Somehow, I knew it, and with that unimportant thought a feeling of fear swept over me and I trembled.
My brain was still processing what had just happened. He was well aware that I hated all these kinky things. I liked it rough, but at the same time I liked it natural. I enjoyed fighting him when we made out, but being tied up was always out of the picture. I was a free woman, and that's what mattered to me the most. I adored that ability to fight him, the chance to struggle, and to kick him and push him away whenever he tried to kiss me. We both enjoyed it - me being the wild cat and him being the tough guy. So, what had just happened right now? What the hell was he thinking?
He walked away as I was left alone to struggle against my bonds. I squirmed and thrashed and pulled at the cuffs. But all of it was futile. With much effort, I could turn on my side, and finally managed to sit up. I stood up and tried to walk, almost forgetting that my ankles were tied up too. In a single step, my balance was lost, and I crashed on the couch again. He was back in the room carrying a long, wide bag. It was the one he used for his cricket- kit. He put it on the floor, with the zip open, and approached me slowly. I tried to kick him with my cuffed feet, but he just caught my ankles in midair and slowly put them down on the floor. He lifted me in his arms and put me on the bag. This was utter non-sense, and I started yelling again, but the sounds that came out where extremely disappointing. I could hear myself say: "tooph it.eeme ooo...mmffff".
The last word mean "enough" which he simple ignored as, first my feet and then the rest of my body was pushed into the 5 feet long bag. I kept trying to get up but he pinned me down. In spite of the struggle, I was inside the bag, lying on my side, as he pushed my butt and twisted my legs, so that my back was curved, legs were bent and my knees almost touched my stomach. He had just packed up his 5 feet 5'11 inch tall girlfriend in his golf bag. Wow! What an achievement! Now what? He pulled the zip and suddenly I was plunged into darkness and stuck in that crammed space. Gradually I realized that there were small holes in that bag, so that I could breathe easily. You pack when you need to travel, so, where the hell did he intend to take me? No he wouldn't do anything so stupid and unsafe. This was probably just to put some fear in me, so that I would give up on my cursing, yelling and struggling. Once again, I realized I was wrong when he lifted the bag and started walking. Where To? I had no damn idea.
I paid attention to the directions and movements and figured that I was being carried out of the house, down the stairs, and in less than a few minutes put into the trunk of his car. Really? Was he kidnapping me? But what would be the point of it? Wait, did he intend to cast me away somewhere and abandon me? Was he that angry or had he just lost his mind? There was a lake nearby. Did he intend to put the bag out there and walk away from me for once and for all. With every bump on the road I crashed against the walls of the trunk, but it seemed as if all sides were padded with something soft. He still cared about me. No way he was going to handcuff me and ditch in some god forsaken place. That seemed impossible. I was so lost in my fears that I didn't even shout or scream. The tape stuck held my lips shut, while my face got covered in sweat, and tears fell through my eyes for the first time in ages. My breathing was getting heavier, and it felt as if I was going to pass out...
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19,456 | A Wrong Decision | jezucigales | NonConsent/Reluctance | 2021-08-08 | 2021-08-08 | 2022-01-01 04:05:44 | 1 | literotica.com | https://www.literotica.com/s/a-wrong-decision | Gina visits the Turkish baths due to the intense heat. | ['Bondage', 'Group', 'Group Sex', 'Lesbian', 'Lesbian Sex', 'Orgy', 'Slavery'] | 4.06 | (My language is Spanish and I don't speak English very well, so I sincerely apologize for any mistakes that may occur).
(All the main characters are over 18 years old, and these stories are the fruit of my imagination).
I never thought it could be so hot, for the seventh consecutive day temperatures exceeded 40 degrees Celsius, with a humidity of over 90%. The clothes stuck to the body like a second skin and thoughts of buying one of the typical skirts of the area and walking around dressed only with that garment and high heels had crossed my mind again.
This thought would have been impossible in my native New York with the wave of conservatism regarding women, which prohibited any clothing that might be 'provocative' to the new ecclesiastical authorities that had come to power ten years ago.
Although at first all this puritanism was taken as a joke, when dozens of women began to be arrested for exhibitionism and sentenced to various penalties of slavery, protests began, although it was too late to turn back.
Every day as I walk to work I see some woman arrested by the so-called Morality Patrols for any petty excuse; a skirt too short, too much cleavage, too much make-up, even a smile as a man passes by can be taken as lewd and cause the young woman's arrest.
Luckily I am in Istanbul, and although slavery has also been reinstated as in the rest of Europe, there is no dress code, and both free and slave women can show off their bodies. This past week, the high temperatures have caused virtually all local women to walk the streets dressed only in the traditional linen skirt and knee-high strappy sandals.
Only a few tourists like me keep our clothes on, although I have given up my bra, stockings and suit jacket, still not daring to go a step further for fear that the Morality Patrol will show up anywhere.
Even my travel companion Carol has taken to imitating the local customs and walks around half naked in the streets, not caring that in New York she is just a warning away from ending up with a necklace around her neck.
Carol is not made to live with the restrictions of the United States, for her it is very difficult to hide her body from others, at 18 years old thanks to her 1.80 meters of height, her long curly blonde hair, her firm and tight tits that a man does not cover with his hands and her blue eyes she was already one of the most sought after models in the world and all these new moral standards ended with all those magazines and publications, forcing her to take a boring job as an office worker.
In her thirties she pushes her dress so far that she has already been arrested twice by the Morality Patrol; as required by law, the first time she was stripped naked in public and forced to suck the dicks of a dozen passers-by, the second time she was placed in a public pillory for two hours to be used by anyone who wanted to.
If she were to be arrested a third time, she would be enslaved on the spot and would never wear clothes again, sometimes I wonder if this is not really what she wants.
As I was saying before Carol is happy in Istanbul and every night she tries to drag me into one of the sexual adventures she is having with the young man called Osman she met the first night we arrived. This very afternoon she tried again to make out with me; 'Come on Gina, Osman won't mind if you go with me, these days I haven't seen him refuse a beautiful woman, just yesterday we ended up ten people celebrating a sort of orgy in his garden; Osman and three of his friends, two Italian tourists, three slaves and me. 'It's been a long time since I've enjoyed sex so much,' Carol tells me as she steps out of the shower naked.
'You always were a fucking slut;' I tell Carol smiling, though I add in a serious tone, 'be careful you don't end up enslaved by that Osman.'
Carol smiles at my words and pulls something out of her purse, when I see a metal collar similar to the slave girl's, I fall silent in surprise as Carol speaks to me: 'This is what makes it so exciting Gina, all of Osman's female guests wear one of these collars, only he knows we are not slaves, the rest of the male guests have no idea, three days ago a French tourist was taken out by one of the guests dragged by a leash and with her hands tied behind her back and we haven't seen her again.'
'Fuck Carol, you're worrying me with these games you're playing,' I tell her.
'Don't be a prude Gina;' Carol yells at me, 'How long has it been since you've enjoyed a good cock, I'm sure your last orgasm was six months ago when we got drunk and ended up in bed. A body like yours is made for enjoyment.'
That comment from Carol makes me so angry that I leave the room without saying goodbye to her. I've been wandering around the bazaar for an hour now and I can't help thinking that Gina is right in what she said, in the last four years I've had just four dates, and all of them quite unsatisfying, and my last orgasm really was thanks to Carol's tongue.
I am starting to get dizzy from the heat when I see an old building with the letters public baths on it, as I look at the building I remember the tour guide's comments when we took the guided tour the first day. The baths were part of the Harem of the Ottoman Sultans and are maintained pretty much as they were when the harem was in use.
As I walk through the door I pause for a few seconds, with a strange feeling that I should remember something about the baths, though a young woman's voice brings me out of my thoughts, 'Good afternoon Madam, welcome to the pleasures of the harem, for $5 you can enjoy the bath, for $10 a sensual massage and for $20 you can enjoy one of our slaves.'
I am tempted to pay to enjoy by one of the slaves, but in the end I choose the bath with the massage. A slave escorts me to a room where I undress and put my clothes in a locker and then go into the baths.
The sensation of the hot water and the bubbles, mixed with the ambient music makes me relax immediately, and I focus my attention on the walls of the bathrooms, where there are painted numerous explicit sex scenes starring the harem slaves. I don't know if it's because of the words Carol said to me or because of the images in the paintings, but soon I start to feel horny and in my mind the images on the wall start to play, but with me as the main character.
'Your massage is waiting for you, Mistress, if you would be so kind as to join me;' she says to me with a mischievous smile on her face.
I immerse myself completely in the water before getting out and covering myself with a towel, I don't know how much the slave girl has seen, but I feel a little embarrassed. As I walk behind the young woman I notice the barcode on her lower back that marks her as a slave, though what strikes me most is the crescent mark on her right buttock, made no doubt by a branding iron.
As soon as I lie down on the stretcher, the slave begins to massage me by applying aromatic oils over my body, the slave's hands are very skilled and soon begin to move around in places out of the ordinary.
I try to protest, but the slave speaks before I can, 'Easy Mistress, you need to relax and a new orgasm will help you do that.' The slave's fingers in my pussy convince me to surrender to her caresses.
When I reach orgasm and I think the slave has finished the massage, she orders me to lie on my back on the table and starts massaging my breasts, pouring more oil over my body. In a few seconds, the slave's hands are replaced by her mouth and my nipples become hard at once, the next thing I feel is the slave's tongue in my pussy searching for my clitoris and ripping me a new orgasm.
You can stay a while resting if Mistress wishes, when you want to leave, go out that door on the right to pick up your clothes;' the slave tells me leaving me alone.
As soon as the slave leaves, I get up from the stretcher and place myself in front of one of the mirrors in the room, I haven't felt so good in a long time, I don't know if it's the water or the massage, although I guess the three orgasms I've had have something to do with it. Seeing my reflection in the mirror I can't help but agree with Carol, although I'm shorter than her, I'm not as slim and my curves are more pronounced, now with my body shiny from the oils, I'm sure any guy would want to fuck me on the spot.
I look for the towel to cover myself without finding it and decide to leave even though I am naked, when I walk through the door and start walking down the halls, I don't remember coming that way, coming to think that I have lost my way. After ten minutes of walking I cross an ornate archway and find myself in a huge bathing room.
The bathing room where I find myself is nothing like the room where I have been before, except for the explicit paintings on the walls, this room is pure luxury, marble floors and marble bathtubs, gold taps everywhere, champagne buckets, tables full of expensive food.
Seeing all that I get hungry and start to eat some of the canapés on the tables, I pour myself a glass of champagne and get into the water up to my waist.
Suddenly I hear someone enter and I turn around, seeing the slave who has been giving me the massage I smile at her, although her serious gesture tells me that something is wrong.
'You know you shouldn't be here alone, let alone take off your collar and shackles, put them back on and come with me we have some clients to attend to;' the slave tells me almost shouting.
I look at a table next to her and see a slave collar and some bracelets with rings for the wrists and ankles, I am going to tell the slave that she has made a mistake, but then the words of the tour guide that I did not remember when I entered come to my mind, 'the bathrooms are still open to the public, the part where the harem slaves were housed is now used by free women, while in the area formerly reserved for the Sultan, is where now rich businessmen and politicians enjoy the services of exquisite slaves, even being able to buy some of them for the right price. The slaves in the baths are the only ones in the whole country who are allowed not to wear collars, the crescent mark on their thigh identifies them better than the bar code itself.'
For a moment I stop and imagine what Carol would do, then I get out of the water and slowly place the bracelets on my ankles and wrists, then slowly close the collar around my neck.
The click I hear as the collar closes scares me a little, but I notice how the other slave hooks a leash to the collar and pulls me towards her, 'I should punish you right now, but some special clients have arrived and will be attended to by you and I personally. Tell me your name so I can introduce you,' the slave tells me.
I hesitate on what name to say, and in the end I tell her my real name, 'My name is Gina, but...'
A strong tug makes me keep silent, 'But nothing slave, you will only speak when you ask yourself, or you will be punished, now follow me,' the slave tells me starting to walk.
After five minutes we arrive at a small bath just as ornate as the other bath, inside the water I notice four men in their 30's sitting in the water; all four are handsome, tall and muscular, and my pussy gets wet as I imagine what their cocks will be like, but not even all that excitement stops me from getting scared and not wanting to go in.
The slave pulls me into a corner where the men can't see us and slaps me twice, 'I know you're not a slut slave; but I know this is what you want, I've seen how you masturbated looking at the paintings in the bathrooms and how you responded to my touches. I am sure you are now completely wet.'
The slave takes two fingers to my pussy finding it wet and willing, she pulls them out completely wet and brings them to my mouth for me to clean them, 'Look slut, you can refuse to come in and I will tell them that you are a free woman who has sneaked into the men's toilets and you will end up fucked and sold in a few hours in the market, or you can cooperate and enjoy the cocks of those four young men, and maybe you can leave the toilets as a free woman, you decide.'
With tears in my eyes I answer the slave, 'I don't want to be a slave Mistress, I will do whatever you order me to do.'
The slave wipes the tears from my face and hooks my wrists behind my back, to lead me back to the baths, 'Good afternoon Sirs, I am Alana and this is Gina, she is your first group, that is why I have tied her hands; although if you want I can untie them;' the slave introduces us to the four men.
The four men smile until one of them speaks, 'No need to untie her Alana, her hands don't interest us we just want to fuck her three holes.'
Alana pushes me and I fall to my knees into the bath submerging myself completely, when I come out of the water I am just inches away from one of the men's cock, 'You are in the right position to suck my cock:' he says pulling the leash of my collar towards him.
I have never liked sucking a cock and I am barely experienced, besides I have my hands tied, I move a little closer to the young man and start kissing and licking his cock, then introducing it into my mouth; luckily the cock is not too fat and I swallow it all the way down my throat without too much hassle.
I'm starting to enjoy the sensations of the cock in my mouth, when I notice how someone grabs my hips and in one stroke shoves his whole cock in my pussy; the cock feels huge in my pussy and I try to stop the blowjob to protest, but my head is held by a hand that pushes it down making my lips kiss his pubis; 'Don't get up slut, I won't get out of your mouth until I cum and you swallow all my cum;' the man tells me smiling.
I have conflicting sensations, I find it hard to breathe and I am about to choke from the cock in my mouth, but the cock in my pussy has already brought me to my first orgasm. Soon I notice how the cock in my pussy cums inside me and its owner pulls out, although my pussy doesn't last long empty, another cock takes its place at once. When the second cock cums in my pussy, finally so does the man who is fucking my mouth, making me swallow all his cum.
When I finally think I'm going to relax a little, I notice how again someone grabs my hips, I'm almost begging to continue fucking my pussy, but then I notice how two fingers open my ass and a cold liquid enters it. I barely have time to look back, when a scream of pain escapes my throat as I feel a cock push its way into my virgin ass.
With astonishing ease the man who is fucking my ass gets on his feet dragging me with him, in that position my ass gets impaled even more helped by my own weight. In that position I can see how Alana shows something to one of the men while he fucks her and whispers something in his ear.
The young man who has fucked my mouth stands up on his feet and moving closer to me embraces me moving so that he has easy access to my pussy, soon I am being fucked in my ass and pussy reaching orgasm after orgasm, while the two young men fuck me at the same time, I am not aware of what is happening around me and I do not see how one of the four young men leaves the room, when the two young men cum inside me and leave my body I fall almost fainted to the floor.
When I go to get up I notice how some hands hold my feet and others grab my bound wrists and take them above my head, someone sits next to me and grabbing me by the collar forces me to raise my head to look at him and places a gag in my mouth.
'I am Police Commissioner Ahmed Terdam, responsible for the security of the bazaar, and you Gina Carrington have committed a crime by coming to this toilet area, Alana has told us that your fantasy was to be treated as a slave and that is why you agreed to come here even though you could be discovered. 'Now you are going to be branded as a slave and I will take you home with me, a computer analyst like you will be very useful in the police station, at night I will take you to my house and my wife and I will enjoy failing you,' the young man holding my head tells me.
No sooner has Ahmed spoken when I notice a series of pinpricks at the base of my back; although I can't see what they are doing to me, I am sure that a barcode now adorns my back. The sensation of the needles in my skin is not over when I feel a huge pain and an intense smell of burning flesh fills the room, I have just been branded a slave!
While I recover and the young men get dressed, Alana takes charge of giving some oils on my new markings, after removing the bracelets from my ankles and wrists, she puts on my strappy sandals and ties the skirt I never wanted to buy around my waist, then hands the strap of my collar to Ahmed.
Ahmed pulls me and in a few minutes we are outside the toilets in the bustling bazaar, where he stops suddenly, 'Okay Gina, I'm going to remove your gag and untie your hands, I expect you to behave yourself, you will not speak without permission or unless I ask. understood?'
I shake my head affirmatively and immediately I see myself with my hands free and without the gag.
Ahmed wipes the remains of saliva and semen from my mouth and continues speaking, 'I know you didn't want to be a slave, Alana is one of our best slave catchers, and I assure you that you are not the first nor will you be the last to fall into her hands.'
I walk through the bazaar guided by Ahmed until I reach one of the squares where I stop and stare at one of the stalls selling slaves.
Ahmed notices that I have stopped and approaches me, and sees how I am looking at the slaves for sale, 'Tell me Gina, do you know any of those bitches,' he asks me.
I hesitate what to answer, but in the end I risk speaking, 'Yes my Master, the tall blonde in the middle is Carol, my traveling companion.'
Ahmed looks at Carol and turns to me again, 'Do you want me to buy her Gina, do you think she will make a good slave? If I buy her I will make you play for me, you decide if I buy her.'
I don't know why I start to smile with happiness, 'Yes Master, buy her please, she will be a good slave, Carol is a hot slut with a beautiful body, and I can't wait for you to watch us eat each other's pussy,' I say to Ahmed daring to give him a hug.
The rest of the way to my new Master Ahmed's house I make it with Carol by my side, although she is still sore from the recent branding, she is happy and excited about her bondage, confirming my suspicions that this is what she has been looking for for years.
What I didn't expect was to share that same happiness at being enslaved, and especially knowing that Ahmed will continue to take us to the baths to serve as slaves.
THE END |
19,457 | Wrong Number Goes Right | milfleglover | NonConsent/Reluctance | 2016-05-09 | 2016-05-09 | 2022-01-01 15:45:47 | 1 | literotica.com | https://www.literotica.com/s/wrong-number-goes-right | He thought he was calling Madison’s granddaughter. Oops | ['Creampies', 'Dominant Older Woman', 'Domination Submission', 'Facesitting', 'Older Woman', 'Older Woman Younger Man', 'Sexy Older Woman', 'Small Penis Humiliation', 'Snowballing', 'Tiny Cock'] | 4.38 | _(This is a story about a very sexy 65-year-old woman sexually dominating a young man. It has scenes of facesitting, oral slavery, foot worship, enforced cum eating and sharing and other delights – which the young man comes to enjoy very much!)_
Madison Millstone was home early from work, taking the afternoon off, a beautiful day and one she planned to spend on the beach near her home, relaxing.
She worked hard at her real estate job, the single woman rarely taking any time off and giving little thought to retirement. She loved her work, but realized at age 65, she needed to slow things down just a little.
That age had seemed old to her, when she was much younger, but didn't now. Madison was a stunning beauty for her age, in incredible shape owing to regular exercise and good eating habits.
She had shoulder length, silky silver hair, bountiful breasts gone a bit saggy with age with a cleavage of alluring wrinkles, but blessed with long, very shapely tanned legs and a slim waist. She still garnered looks from men. Of all ages.
Particularly the young ones. Which she found most appealing of all.
She pulled her car into the garage and walked inside in her tight red top with a v-neck exposing her luscious bosom and short, snug leopard-print skirt that came a few inches above her knees, accentuating her firm bare legs, from the muscular old calves to her very firm thighs.
She was just about to go upstairs and slip into her bathing suit, when her cell phone rang.
She looked at it, not recognizing the number. She groaned and debated answering it, fearing it was a client wanting to see a house and fouling up her free afternoon in the sun. But she took it anyway, clicking to accept the call.
She didn't have a chance to say hello, before a voice growled: "Hiya sexy bitch, what're ya wearing?"
Madison had gotten her share of such calls in her life, crank calls, obscene calls that were more annoying than scary, usually dumb kids trying to be funny. She hadn't gotten one in awhile, thinking them a thing of the past. She held the phone out and looked at the number again, and put it back to her ear.
"Huh?" she said in a nondescript voice.
"Don't play coy with me, baby, what're you wearing? Somethin' hot and short? Fuck, Lindsay, I can't wait to get there, so glad your old granny is gone all day! Can't wait to make you suck my cock, bitch!"
Madison's mouth dropped open, anger welling inside her.
Lindsay was her granddaughter, an 18-year-old high school senior. The caller, whose voice she now recognized, was Billy, her age, in her class and her latest boyfriend - and apparently a horny, dominant one at that. It dawned on her that her phone number was practically identical to Lindsay's and that Billy thought he was calling her.
She could gruffly identify herself, she thought, address this situation, one where the young couple was planning a tryst at her otherwise unoccupied house, figuring she was working all day as usual, and set the record straight.
Or not.
Her pussy tingled. She'd met Billy, liked him, found him rather sexy for a 19-year-old, though small and scrawny. She knew she should stop this right now, but right now her own horniness was taking over. Plus, there was this matter of him calling her granddaughter 'bitch' and demanding a blow job.
This simply would not do. She was a tough broad, dominant by nature and broaching no fools gladly, traits that made her a very successful businesswoman. No, this would simply not do at all.
"Mmmm," Madison cooed into the phone, disguising her voice in a sultry tone, hoping it would pass as Lindsay's.
It did.
"Fuck, baby, just pullin' in....and gonna pull into YOU soon!"
She peeked out the window. Billy's car rolled into the driveway of the big house isolated in this section of town, no other houses in sight.
"Where's your car?" he asked.
"Garage," Madison hissed soft and low.
"Smart move, bitch...fuck baby, I'm gonna get naked before I come in, you better be ready to such this big cock, you got that?" he snarled.
"MMM-HMMM!" Madison growled, hiding her anger and looking out as Billy tore his clothes off and jumped out of the car, cell phone in hand.
"Get ready to spread those gorgeous legs, bitch!" he barked into the phone.
She gasped as he ran up the steps, his tiny hard cock bobbing from his shaved crotch. She giggled at the size of it, or lack thereof.
"Ready, baby," she hissed into the phone, as the door blasted open and Billy ran in. "But are YOU?"
"FUCK YEAH BITCH I AM..." he shouted into the phone, freezing in his tracks.
There stood the lovely, elegant Mrs. Millstone, leaning against her kitchen counter, head cocked and a disapproving look on her pretty, puckered old face as she held her phone in one hand, the other arm crossed under her ample bosom.
Billy just stared, open mouthed and wide eyed, phone in hand, his tiny dick now shrinking before him to a barely noticeable nub, more like a big thumb than man's cock.
"MRS. MILLSTONE!" he shrieked, covering his shriveling weiner in both hands, one still clutching the cell phone.
"Wrong number, dearie?" she smiled darkly, putting her phone down. "Thought you were talking to Lindsay?"
She let him twist in the wind, delighting in his shame and discomfort, watching him squirm, before speaking again.
"How long?" she snapped.
"What?" he said in a whisper, unable to look at her as she slowly approached, her heeled shoes clacking on the hardwood kitchen floor.
"How long, Billy, how long have you and my granddaughter been...using my house, hmm?" she continued, standing right before him now, the boy practically shivering on this warm afternoon. "Couldn't find anywhere else to...to FUCK? How long?"
"Mrs. Millstone...it's not...I mean not often...just that..." he stammered.
He found himself looking up into her bright green eyes as she cupped his chin in her hand and tilted it up to her face.
"How long?" she asked again.
He tried not looking at her, darting his eyes down. Right into the thick, sexy patchwork of her incredibly alluring cleavage that wrinkled into those delicious old tits.
"Uh...uh...about...a couple months...a few times...."
"Where?" she asked, releasing his face, his eyes still on her tits, unable to look away and delighting her that he could not.
"Uh...here, down here...the couch, in there," he groaned, nodding toward the living room that connected in a great open space to the kitchen.
"Not my bedroom?"
"No, no, never," he cried out.
"Well that was thoughtful of you two, to not soil my sheets with...your efforts," she said with a sigh. "When is she supposed to be here?"
"Uh, now, I thought...usually around now," he said quietly.
"I really should have a word with both of you, but since you're the only one here at the moment...," she said. "Call her."
"I'm sorry, what?"
"Call her, find out if she's coming or not..or text her, whatever you kids do, just do it!"
"Yes...Mrs. Millstone..." he gulped, keying his phone rapidly, one hand still over his cock.
"Drop the hand, boy," she snarled. "I want to see what Linsday's working with!"
He gave her an astonished look but obeyed. She squinted, embarrassing him further. She smiled, licking her lips.
"Goodness, is that it?" she laughed, making him blush and squirm more. "Looks a little scared right now, is that why it's so tiny? On the phone just now, you said something about Lindsay – my GRANDDAUGHTER – being ready to suck your BIG cock? Really? You call THAT puny thing big? Poor Lindsay, she deserves better...and certaintly bigger than THAT!"
Billy's face was crimson, tears welling in his eyes. His phone then chirped with Linsday's return text. He read it and groaned.
"Read it to me," Madison said.
"Shit," he said, then reading it, "At work...running late...be there in hour or so...Granny doesn't get home until 5, we got time, baby!"
"Isn't that sweet, calling you 'baby'," Madison growled. "When you called her 'bitch' and ordered her to suck your so-called big cock when you came in! I don't like THAT attitude, young man, I don't like THAT at all! You must be punished for that..."
"But Mrs...punished?" he said quizzically, shaking his head and continuing. "But it's just a game...we like playing...I don't...I wouldn't..."
"Nonetheless, that attitude is not acceptable, and neither is lying about your cock size, which honestly surprises me, and that my granddaughter would have anything to do with something that small," Madison said sharply, walking into the living room. "Come with me. And text her back that you'll be waiting, hard and ready..."
He dutifully followed as he typed, looking up to watch her amazingly shapely legs and ass in that skirt. She sat on the couch, crossing those legs, the skirt riding high on her lean, tanned thighs. His dick twitched, betraying him. She noticed.
"Oh, you like older women, is that it, the sight of these old legs and what, these?" she asked, cupping her tits and holding them up in her blouse. "That excites you, you disgusting pervert?"
"NO!" he screamed. "No, it's just...I thought Linds...I mean..."
She eyed him with a cold stare, sitting back, bouncing her crossed leg, dangling that shoe from the end of her red-painted toes, her foot long and smooth and sexy, tendons rippling under the skin. His eyes looked at them.
"Jerk off."
Billy blinked, standing naked before her.
"What?"
"I said JERK OFF!" she snarled. "I told you you must be punished, not to mention milked."
"M...milked?" he said, voice gone squeaky.
"Yes, jerked and milked, it's quite simple, really," she said. "You will have an orgasm..MANY orgasms, so many you won't be able to have another for quite some time, saving my granddaughter from your brutal, chauvinistic ways. But you will still satisfy HER! Is that understood? Just not with THAT!"
She pointed to Billy's nub and laughed.
"But Mrs. Millstone..."
Suddenly, she snapped a burst round of photos with her cell phone of him standing there, dick gone practically invisible, a shamed look on his face.
"Or would you rather Lindsay..no, wait, your PARENTS see these, or worse, your classmates!" she said with a roaring laugh. "Yes, yes, wouldn't THAT be lovely? Your buddies seeing that puny little thing, though I imagine they've seen it in the showers, and already laugh about it!"
"Please Mrs. Millstone, please," he begged.
"Jerk off," she snarled. "Is that too hard to understand, boy? I trust you know what that means? And have probably done many times, alone in your room? Do it. Now."
She watched, reveling in his discomfort, watching him squirm. He slowly took his soft cock in hand and stroked it. Slowly, it got harder, but not by much.
"Does this help, Billy boy?" she hissed, slowly spreading her legs, his eyes drawn to the supple softness of her flaccid inner thigh, fleshy and inviting, a hint of pussy above covered in a red thong panty, where Billy's wide eyes saw curls of pubic hair peeking out the sides. "Or this?"
She just as slowly pulled down her top and bra, exposing those immense tits, white from the middle of them to her huge brown nipples, the rest of the skin above tanned and wrinkly.
His cock grew. She smiled. He jerked harder.
"Thought so," she sighed. "A tit man, you young ones are, mostly. Lindsay's got a fine pair, I'll admit, so I don't blame you. Runs in the family, I guess, like granny like granddaughter..."
She watched him watch her, eyes locked on her tits as she slowly ran her fingers over the creased flesh, pinching her nipples. His cock hardened nearly full now, but still embarrassingly small. To him. Madison delighted in its size, mocking him for it.
"Well, well, well...Short Stack, that's what I think I'll call you instead of your name," she cooed, driving him mad by now lifting one thick tit in her hand and flickering her tongue over the nipple forced close to her sexy, puckered mouth, lips gleaming with red lipstick. "You like that? You like watching me suck my own big tit? Huh? SHORT STACK!"
"Oh god," he mumbled, jacking harder and faster, the tip of his dick oozing clear gel, his precum evidence of his excitement.
She forced that big tit higher up, bending her head, her neck wattle flared into a fleshy bouquet of meat that Billy now found incredibly sexy. Sexier still was watching Madison attach her lips to that tit's nipple and suck it, a dreamy look in her eyes that were watching him jerk off.
"Oh...oh god..." he panted, hand flying faster on his dick as he stood inches from her on the couch.
"Can't have you soiling my living room with your filthy seed, can we?" she growled, popping her thick titty from her sucking mouth. "Sit. Here. Now."
Billy quickly sat next to her, leaning back, stroking his cock and looking sidelong at her right tit, the one closest to him. She curled her right arm around the back of the couch and his shoulder, pulling his face to her chest.
"Suckle my breast, go on, suck on that titty, you know you want to!" she hissed, the boy breathless as he obeyed, leaning to groan and attach his mouth to her offered nipple, tongue hot on the flesh of it. "And cum, cum on it, jerk that dick and CUM!"
"OH FUCK!" he screamed into the meatiness of her wonderfully soft, meaty and wrinkled boob.
She gasped as he unloaded. For a cock that small, and balls to match, it delivered a whopping payload.
The first jets exploded in a creamy stream that pasted across her astonished face and his as well. It didn't seem to bother him as he continued to cum and suck her thick tit even as he streaked it with blast after blast of his own spew, thick stripes of it lacing down from her wattle to the tit in his mouth, the cream oozing into his sucking mouth. He came again, shorter ropes of spurt that hit that tit he was sucking, lower on her trim gut, and onto the bunched- up fabric of her red blouse.
"Oh my GOD, you cum so much, Short Stack!" she laughed, blinking her left eye streaked with his cum, looking down at his sucking face slavishly lapping cum from the tit in his mouth. "Pretty impressive, with what you got to work with."
His hand slowed and he sat back, exhausted and panting, his tiny dick shriveling tinier still. His hand fell off his cum-streaked cock and he turned his head to look at her, his shamed young face bearing the remnants of his ejaculate. He looked away, red faced, and made a move to get up.
"Where the FUCK do you think YOU'RE going, Bird Balls?" she barked, reaching for his boy nuts with her left hand and squeezing until he yelped in pain. "Yeah, BIRD BALLS, that's another name for you, Short Stack!"
He froze, fearful of her tone and squeezing hand.
"Clean my face, my neck, tit, everything," she snarled, her face still criss- crossed with sperm.
"But I...it's over...I..." he wheezed, her fingers tight on his balls, his cock flagging atop the hand on them.
"Oh, it's over, you came, fun is over, that it, the urge to eat your filthy cum is gone?" she growled, her face inches from his, teeth clenched in anger and domination. "Is that how it is with my granddaughter, too, you drop your load and the hell with her?"
"OWWW!" he screamed, his eyes on the hand mauling his nuts, the sinew and tendon of her slender forearm dancing under the freckled, tanned flesh.
"Tell me, does she blow you...suck on this ridiculously little cock of yours, get you off and you don't reciprocate? Answer me?"
"YES YES..owwww..sometimes, yes!" he howled.
"That changes this second!" she roared. "Lick your filthy off my face NOW!!"
He had no choice, leaning to lap the cum from her forehead and eyes, cheeks and chin, swallowing grimly and going back for more, face scrunched in shame and terror.
"My neck, clean my neck," she hissed, holding her head up, exposing her creamy wattle and he lapped that as well and down to the stuff on her tits he'd missed, licking furiously, grimacing in pain as her fingers tightened on his tiny nutsack.
"My belly..lick that..that's it...and my skirt, it's a mess, get that," she snarled.
She let go his balls and sat back, pulling him by the hair to bend him to the soupy, creamy mess on her red blouse and belly, delighting in watching him suck them clean. She finally let go of his hair and pulled him back to sit up, bending to his face to lap it clean of the sheen of cum streaking it and ram her tongue into his shocked mouth, sharing it with him.
"You're not done yet, boy, not by a long shot," she growled, biting his lip, making him yelp in pain. "Gonna drain you dry..."
"Oh God," he moaned.
She leaned over, tugging his soft cock in her slender old hand, jerking it and popping the flaccid nub into her hot mouth. His eyes shot wide at the sensation of the heat of her mouth devouring him, tongue lashing over it, twisting around its slender girth. She mewed as she worked, jerking it hard, fingering his tender balls. It grew to full length, and she giggled around it, by far the smallest cock she'd ever seen or had.
Billy looked down in amazement, his eye wide open watching her silky head up and down, stroking the shaft with two fingers as it came free of her mouth.
"Oh...oh...Mrs. Millstone...so good...so goooood," he moaned, head back on the couch.
Suddenly the sensation stopped. He looked over at her, sitting back on the couch, mouth nowhere near his aching dick.
"Oh no, boy, not yet," she snarled, slithering out of her short skirt and panties, spreading her slack but firm thighs, a massive silver bush, wet with her dew, exploding into view. "You're gonna learn that it's ladies first!"
She punched him in his tiny nuts, making him howl in pain and then grabbed his hair, twisting him to his knees before her as she sat back on the couch. She spread her fleshy thighs, the moist, furry lips of her pussy spreading with a lewd wetness, and yanked his face to it.
"In ya go!" she howled, brutally clamping her surprisingly solid thighs around his ears and pulling on his head with both hands. "Now make Granny cum, Short Stack!"
"OWWW!" he screamed as she tensed the inner thigh muscles around his ears, squeezing him tight and hard to her musky quim.
He'd eaten pussy before, and did his best, spearing her large, flappy cunt lips and running his tongue up and down and in and out. He wasn't particularly good at it, Madison realized, looking down at his trapped face, gone bright red in the crushing clamp of her thighs around his face. So she just held his head in her hands and punched her cunt to his mouth and nose, grinding and using it.
"Mmmm, that feels good, Short Stack, reallly good," she cooed, biting her lip and snapping her hips, scissoring her thighs on his trapped head with little jolts, her black shoes creaking as they twisted around each other, ankles locked tight.
She came hard, pushing her furry slit to his face and holding it there, twisting her hips and rotating her clit on his nose, grinding herself off and soaking him, her fluids washing up and over every inch of his moaning face. It was thick and tangy, and Billy opened his mouth to swallow it down, panting for air until she finally unlocked her strong legs and let him fall back on the floor.
"Not bad, but I had to do all the work," she sighed, peeling off all her clothes as he groveled at her feet.
He lay on the floor, on his back as she sat on the couch. She lifted her feet, holding her legs up, dangling them in his face.
"Do you like feet, Short Stack?" she teased, wiggling her red-painted toes at him, flexing her soles into a thick patchwork of deep wrinkles, the skin papery and hard, heels calloused and yellow and rough from years of wearing tight shoes.
"Uh..no...not really," he said, wrinkling his nose as the stench of her feet, stuffed into shoes all day, wafted down to him.
"Perfect," she snarled, dropping them both onto his face. "Smell 'em, lick 'em, worship 'em!"
He balked. She picked up her phone and fired off shots of the boy's face, still recognizable under the spreading flesh of her meaty foot bottoms. He groaned, inhaling the acrid aroma, vinegary and funky, and slowly ran his slavish tongue along the thick soles.
"That's right, that's right," she said in sing-song voice. "Lick those feet, Short Stack...up and down, up and down...now the toes, dig that tongue between my toes!"
She held one foot up, curling the toes down into his mouth, giggling at the sensation of his tongue slathering between them. His face contorted in humiliation and disgust as bits of dirt, lint and grime clung to his tongue that he pulled back into his mouth and gagged down, doing back for more.
"Suck that big toe...mmm, that's it, suck it like..like a small cock!" she laughed, fucking his mouth with it, his eyes closed and wet with tears. "Bigger than YOUR cock, Short Stack! Imagine that! My big toe is bigger than your itty-bitty cock!"
She roared with laughter, popping the toe out and stuffing the ones on her other feet into his mouth, making him gag again as his tongue slithered between them. She let him lick, then stretched his mouth wide open, one big toe in each corner of it, pulling the skin until it nearly cracked and bled, making him scream in pain.
"Shut up, you disgusting little pig!" she barked, leaning over to slowly let a dribble of spit ooze from her mouth directly into his, and then rubbing her foot over it to make him swallow.
She pulled him to the center of the living room on his back, the boy cowering in fear, begging for mercy. She laughed – and sat firmly on his face, her wrinkled but shapely ass covering it, the dimpled cheeks surrounding his cheeks, his nose slipping into the tight pucker of her asshole.
"Must smell frightful, been a long day," she sighed, wiggling her hips to bury him deeper into her sexy old ass. "Take a nice whiff...go on, I wanna hear it!"
He did, as best he could with his nose imprisoned into her chute, and blanched at the musky, unwashed scent of it. She sat up straight, full weight on his face, hands on her hips, grinding his mouth and nose in her crack until his body snapped around, desperate for air.
"Now," she growled, leaning forward and reaching back to pull his hair and bury his face into her butt meat, scissoring her thighs together to keep him there, "lick that asshole clean!"
"NOOO!" he screamed before she squeezed, suffocating him in her rump's grip.
He had to obey, and lanced his tongue into her tight little anal pucker, probing inside, lapping the ring and then plunging it in deep. He fucked it with his tongue, fast and hard, his face soaked with sweat, eyes brushing up against the sweet swell of her magnificent 65-year-old ass.
He gasped. As he was licking her sphincter clean, gagging on the taste and scent of it, she sucked his little cock into her proficient mouth. It felt heavenly again, and his nuts knotted ready to blow their load as he more lustily lapped the asshole surrounding his tongue.
"Mmmm, nice, nice," she cooed, slurping his tiny cock out of her mouth and pumping it with two fingers. "This equates pain and humiliation with pleasure, always a good thing..."
She returned her mouth to his dick, and the pleasure increased. She tightened her scissoring thighs and buried his nose and tongue into her punishing ass and the pain increased. He was going wild, trying to assimilate both sensations together, when his balls erupted, sending scorching loads of hot cum into her moaning mouth and down her gulping gullet.
She finished him off and sat up and back, freeing his face from her ass prison, the boy gasping for air. She pinned his head between her squatting thighs and looked down at him, cheeks full of cum.
"No..please, Mrs. Mil....!"
She pinched his mouth open with her hand and leaned down to spit the entire load into his sputtering mouth, sealing it in by slithering up onto his face, burying his lips in her splayed, hairy cunt, the hot meat of her juicy lips forcing him to swallow it down. She groaned, twisting her hips, tweaking her nipples as she rode his trapped, gasping face to a quick orgasm of her own, flooding his mouth with her juices to mix with his.
She looked down at his cock, tiny but still mostly hard. She smiled, twisting off his face and sitting on it, reaching between her thighs to stuff it into her hairy pussy. He gasped, thrusting up, hands on her hips, staring up at her in disbelief as her velvety cunt muscles milked and sucked at his dick until it was fully erect.
"Milking you, Short Stack," she hissed, swiveling her hips, sucking her own tits as she sat on him, forcing them up to her mouth, his eyes wide and watching. "I can barely feel you inside me, you're so small, but I bet it feels really good to you, doesn't it?"
"Oh God...God yes, Mrs. Millstone," he groaned.
She laughed and fucked him, pumping up and down on the balls of her feet, her long, sexy old legs working, the muscles tight and pronounced as she rode him.
"I'd lean forward and let you suck these beauties," she sighed, wobbling her giant meaty tits at him as she suckled on them. "But I don't think your tiny cock is long enough to stay inside me, Short Stack!"
He came again, a much smaller load than the last two, thrusting his skinny ass off the floor to dump his load into her pussy, grunting madly as he did. She smiled down at him and slipped off, slithering up his chest, small droplets of his cum sizzling on his flesh as he watched helplessly that gaping cunt plugged with cum embrace his face.
"Eat it, Short Stack, eat that cum!" she snarled, framing his frantic gulping face in her squatting, muscular old thighs, mouth covered by her gushy hairy quim. "From now on, THIS is what you're gonna do for Lindsay, EVERY time! You will service her before and after you fuck her, and if she blows you like I did, you will kiss her and love doing it? Is that understood, Short Stack!"
His eyes rolled over in his head as he nodded it, or tried to, face pinned tightly beneath the grinding granny's cunt. As much shame and pain and humiliation as he felt, he was slowly and completely being transformed into a slave, a doting, cum-eating, ass-licking and pussy-devouring slave.
His tiny cock bobbed hard behind him as she gushed an orgasm into his mouth. She turned and looked at it, laughing.
"Give you credit for staying hard, Short Stack, but none for size!" she laughed. "Now you wait right here. Text Lindsay, ask when she'll be here!"
She dashed upstairs, Billy's eyes watching her muscular calves knot as she ran, her fleshy ass quivering. He texted Lindsay, who answered him just as Mrs. Madison returned, hand behind her back, smiling.
"Thirty minutes, she said," Billy said, looking suspiciously at her as she advanced on him. "Uh...what..."
She moved quickly, pulling him by the hair and yanking him off the floor, tossing him into a nearby chair and then, producing scarves she had behind her, tying his arms behind him. He squirmed, trying to fight her off, but was too weakened by her sexual power earlier to resist. She knelt and tied his legs to the chair as well, then sat back, smiling.
And holding up a tiny vibrator, snapping it on high.
"Oh..oh God, no, Mrs. Millstone, I don't think I got anything left!" he cried, shaking his head.
"Nonsense, you're a young man, you'll produce," she laughed, pushing the buzzing device onto his cock, making him yelp in pain and pleasure. "I'm milking you, remember? You've only cum three times, bet I can get three MORE out of that tiny pecker!"
"NO!!!!!"
She laughed and held it to him, then as she held it in place, stood to walk behind him, bend his head back and smother him in her hanging tits. He moaned, sucking any part of her meaty tits that neared his mouth, reveling in their taste and texture, lost in her fleshy mammaries.
"Thought that would help," she snickered, jerking the vibrator up and down against his cock as she stroked it. "Lemme know when you're ready..."
Moments later, to his surprise and delight, he was. She quickly knelt between his legs, slurping his cock into her wrinkled mouth, stroking it and feeling the tiny spurts of sticky cream against her cheeks. She pulled off and pasted her mouth to his, snowballing the small load inside. Billy could only groan and offer no resistance, too far gone in his submission and eagerness to please his sexy senior mistress.
"Nice job," she cooed, lapping his cummy lips and then re-attaching the vibrator to his sensitive cock, making him howl in ticklish pain, begging her to stop. "Another!"
She laughed, smothering him in tits as she jerked the vibrator against his shaft, making him squirm. It took another 10 minutes, but he came again, her mouth sealing over it to take the watery load and then shoot it into his mouth.
"Please...please Mrs. Millstone," he groaned, head lolling side to side, tiny dick gone completely soft. "No more..."
"One more," she hissed, untying him and pulling him to his feet before her. "Got just the thing."
He looked down as she wet her finger, curled it behind him and directly up his virginal ass in one smooth stroke, the tip tickling his young prostate. He screamed first in pain and then pleasure as she twisted it around inside of him. His pecker went stiff before her as she laughed and licked its oozing tip.
"Text my granddaughter while I suck and fuck you off," she ordered. "Tell her when she gets her, you are going to be HER slave, you will completely and repeatedly satisfy her with no thoughts of your own pleasure! Do you understand me!"
"Yes...yes, Mrs. Millstone...," he babbled, obeying and typing roughly words to those effect as she sucked his little wiener and finger fucked his smooth ass.
He looked at her work, her silky hair swaying with her sucking motions, his ass feeling full of finger as she fucked it, her sexy, wrinkled cheeks puckering around his cock. His phone chirped.
"What did she say?" Madison asked, popping off his dick and jabbing the vibrator into his balls.
"She said...she said...'Wow, Billy, really? Sooo fucking cool, can't wait to make you my slave, you little bitch!'"
"That's my girl," Madison giggled before ingesting Billy's little pecker just as she fingered his ass and made him spurt for the sixth time.
She finished him off, standing to kiss him, his reluctance long gone as she shot his tiny load into his mouth. She broke the kiss and stepped back, gathering her clothes and dressing, bidding him to do the same. She looked at her watch. Lindsay would be here in minutes.
"I'm leaving, but I'll sneak back to watch and make sure you live up to your promise, Short Stack, understand?"
"Yes," he sighed. "Of course, Mrs. Millstone..."
She got into her car, driving off and down to the nearby beach, waiting and sitting in the sun as she did. She gave it a half hour or so, then walked back to her house, creeping around back and looking in through the slider doors.
She smiled.
"GOD EAT ME SLAVE BOY EAT ME!!!"
Lindsay was sitting on the couch, her boyfriend kneeling, her thighs clamped tightly around his sucking face, hands on the back of his head, pulling him into her cunt and grinding. Madison stifled a laugh, then walked away and toward the beach. She'd return around five when they were gone, her sexy little granddaughter then being completely satisfied by her newly enslaved submissive boyfriend.
"Like grandmother," Madison sighed to herself, listening to Lindsay's cries of pleasure emanating from the house, "JUST like granddaughter!" |
19,458 | The Wrong Party | n2anal78 | NonConsent/Reluctance | 2005-10-16 | 2005-10-16 | 2022-01-01 14:48:01 | 1 | literotica.com | https://www.literotica.com/s/the-wrong-party | Couple are the treat at a Halloween party. | ['Anal', 'Bondage', 'Dildo', 'Domination', 'Group', 'Orgy', 'S&M', 'Strap-On', 'Submission', 'Whipping'] | 4.19 | "We are not lost." Eric says firmly.
"Why won't you just pull over and ask for directions? Why do you have to be so pig headed?" Emily asks angrily.
"Do you see anywhere to ask? We have not seen a house even in at least 5 miles."
"It is not this far off the highway."
"Do you want to drive? If you are so worried, why don't you call and confirm our directions?"
"I tried, there is no cell service out here." Emily huffs.
"Look you wrote down the directions, they say take the highway to route 16, go right and follow it until it ends at their house. I haven't been here before, they are your friends."
"Are you sure this is 16?"
"Yes, look, right there, another sign, County Route 16."
"Alright, I guess I'm just miss remembering, but it seems a lot farther from the highway than I remember."
"If we don't see it in the next 5 to 10 miles we'll back track to the highway, and hope we get cell service somewhere closer to civilization. You always told me they were in the boonies."
"Yeah, but this looks less like the boonies and more like the demilitarized zone separating the boonies from the maw of hell." Emily smiles a little trying to regain her sense of humor.
"It's just because its dark, and you are all into the Halloween thing, I told you not to watch all those horror movies in a row." Eric says with his own smile.
"Those clouds really make it look dark out there, it's like we are driving through a black fog, that our head lights barely carve out ahead of us." Emily says with a slight shiver.
Eric just smiles, they are already wearing their costumes for this costumes 'required' party. Emily had picked out their costumes, and Eric just felt fortunate that she hadn't gone overly couples cutesy.
He is Zoro his sword and whip sit in the back seat, along with his hat. The rest of the outfit, cape, black shirt, black pants, plastic Zoro necklace, and boots he is wearing.
Emily has dressed as Elaina, and she could certainly give Catherine-Zeta a run for her money. Emily is half Cuban, she has long dark hair, rich full lips, blue eyes, nice round ass, and firm B sized breasts on her 5'7 frame. She had stepped up her work out regimen the past couple months so that she is toned, she wants to be the best looking of her old college friends.
Eric is 5'8 his hair was light brown, his build a light-medium one, he is by no means an A&F guy, but his blue eyes show with a gentle mischief that makes him difficult for most people to dislike.
Eric places his hand on Emily's thigh and gives her a warm smile. Emily smiles back and places her hand on his.
Then they saw the house, cars were filling its drive and pouring out onto the street.
"Wow." Emily says looking at the rather large home. " I knew Tami had said they were doing some renovations but that is huge!"
"Different from last time you saw it?"
"Very, but it was 5 years ago. Her husband is a contractor so not only is he able to do a lot of the work himself, but he makes pretty good money to pay for the work."
"Must be nice." Eric says quietly as he parks on the street behind another car.
Once the car is parked they walk arm in arm up to the front door. A woman greets them with a nice body wearing a witch's costume.
"Boo!" She says playfully.
Emily and Eric smile, not really knowing whom she was so not knowing how to respond really.
"Glad you could make it, come on in, the and host and hostess are somewhere in there." She waves her hand absently towards the interior.
"Thanks, happy Halloween." Emily says with a smile before they brush by her to pass into the house.
For a moment Eric thinks he feels the girl brush her hand against his crotch, but decides that it must be his imagination and pushes it out of his mind.
The place was really nice, it had at least 3 floors with a spiral staircase in the middle of the front room. To the left was a formal living room with several people spread out among the couches and chairs chatting in lively conversation. Beyond the living room Eric and Emily come to a formal dining room, the chairs had been removed and several different items were spread on the table in a buffet style set-up.
Eric and Emily each grab a couple of items and place them on plates before continuing their self guided tour of the house. Circling through the dining room brought one to a kitchen, and on the kitchen table was spread out various desserts that looked as yet untouched. Continuing through the kitchen brought them back to the first room so they go the other direction and enter a large bar/game room.
Most of the guests are centered in this room either playing or watching others play the various games, there was a pool table in the middle, and off to one side a foosball table, and the other a Ping-Pong table, there was a dart board and a juke box on the far wall, and two arcade styled pinball machines on the nearer wall. Drinks were being served by a couple of the party goers wanting to show off their drink making skills from behind a bar counter than ran the length of the room.
Eric and Emily go up to the bar and request their drinks, which are quickly served. Eric has a Rum and Coke while Emily goes with a Hurricane, Eric disappoints the guy making his drink with the simplicity of his drink, but Emily's server is excited to make her drink. He watches avidly as she takes her first sip and when she states it to be the best Hurricane she's ever tasted he smiles and laughs with his companion behind the bar.
"I wonder where Tami is?" Emily asks bringing her mouth near Eric's ear so he could hear her over the blare over the Jukebox.
Eric shrugs his shoulders as he takes a drink from his glass. He notices an opening on one of the pinball machines and nods his head at it.
Emily smiles and nods her head at a bar stool then walks over to it as Eric goes over to the pinball machine. He starts up the game; there was a little switch that behaves as if a quarter were being dropped into the machine.
Several people brush by Eric as he plays and a couple of times he feels that they were purposely rubbing his ass with their hands, their own ass, or their crotches. He also feels two women seemingly rub their breasts into his back or arms as they pass by, but he decides it must be his mistake and brushes it out of his mind.
After he's been playing for a while Emily comes up beside him her face set in a frown.
"What's up?" Eric asks concerned.
"At first I thought it was my imagination, but I know that people are touching me every time they pass and rubbing their selves against me." Emily says quietly, almost crying.
"Shit!" Eric says angrily but softly, " I thought it was all in my head."
"I want to go." Emily says firmly.
"I agree." Eric says quietly.
The two of them begin to make their way to the front door and are soon cut off by several people.
"Leaving the party so soon?" One voice asks from the crowd.
"You haven't even seen the ritual room." Another voice says.
Suddenly both Eric and Emily feel hands from behind them grab their arms tightly so that they can't really struggle. Some one else pulls their wrists behind them and places handcuffs on their wrists binding each of their hands together. They are then marched among the group down a set of stairs into a basement.
The basement did looks more like a medieval dungeon than a room, there are prison cells, chains, a brazier in the center of the room, and the floor is concrete. The wall was painted with scenes of erotic depravity, demons raping angels with impossibly large phalluses... and among all of that, places to tie up a person, and tools were spread out on several tables around the room.
Emily is pushed into a cell while Eric is taken to a set of cuffs dangling from the ceiling.
Eric tries to struggle free, but there were at least three men holding him each one was probably stronger than Eric let alone all three working together. They quickly cuff his ankles to cuffs coming from slotted holes in the floor spreading his legs wide. Then they uncuff his wrists from each other only to pull them above his head to the cuffs dangling in the air. The straps above him are pulled tight and he fills his feet lifted from the ground, as he arms are pulled higher into the air. He is spread so that his arms and legs make an 'X'.
A woman in a devil's outfit steps into the center of the room and claps her hands.
"You have come to our party, and we have welcomed you, but now you wish to leave without compensating us?"
"We're sorry, I think we came to the wrong party." Emily says from the cell.
"Silence!" The woman says and Emily shrinks back as a metal bar is banged against the bars of her cell.
"I want no further outbursts, it does not matter how you came to our door, and you will now entertain us as we have entertained you. It is, after all, the night of Halloween the great Colden's night of triumph over the light."
First Eric feels his shoes and socks removed and hears them being tossed aside, then Eric feels a blade run along his leg underneath his pants and the sound of his pants being cut fills the almost deafening quiet. Soon his pants are cut free, and then the rest of his clothes quickly follow so that he is now naked hanging in the air.
"Oh what a pleasure! What a nicely endowed man-slave you are! Your height is deceptive, apparently we can see where all your growth went." The Devil woman says.
A man dressed in a matching devil costume walks up beside her and begins kissing her roughly, before he turns to look in Eric's direction.
"Hmmm, yes his cock does look delicious as does his ass." The man says looking over at Eric causing him to first blush and then pale.
"I think her training should begin with watching him for a little bit." The woman says.
"Oh yes I agree. Let's make sure she has to watch though."
Two men step into Emily's cell and she feels rough hands grab her and place her in cuffs similar to Eric's. Soon her clothing is removed in the same manner as Eric's and they are looking across the room at each other, both naked, both helpless, both bound, and hanging in the air.
The woman and man walk over to Eric's hanging form and circle him, appraising him, it seemed, as the rest of the party goers crowded into the room and along the walls so that they could watch. A couple of them could be seen already masturbating, so turned on by the scene of Eric and Emily helpless and nude.
The two devils run their hands over Eric's skin, sliding their hands over his legs, inner thighs, back, and chest then brushing his cock, balls, and sliding their fingers along the crack of his ass. The touch is light and delicate and despite himself Eric finds his cock hardening against his will.
"It seems he likes it." Man notes.
"He does, I think he will enjoying serving us, Colden has rewarded us well." The woman says with a cruel smile as she looks into Eric's eyes.
They walk over to one of the tables and the man comes back with something in hand. He takes Eric's cock into his hand and wraps something around the base of his cock and his balls.
Then the woman approaches, she is holding a couple of alligator clips which she places on Eric's nipples pinching them painfully in their teeth. The man moves behind Eric and starts rubbing some lotion over Eric's ass, along his crack, and then he inserts a finger into Eric's ass finally he rubs the lotion over Eric's balls and cock. He then steps back to observe Eric's reaction.
At first Eric doesn't notice anything in particular, then every place the lotion had been rubbed begins to warm, then to get hot. Soon Eric's ass and cock are on fire. As he begins to scream he notes the woman rubbing the man's crotch through his costume, smiling lustfully at Eric's suffering.
Emily's eyes are open wide in terror at Eric's suffering but she is unable to do anything but watch. When she tries to close her eyes against the image someone whips her ass and she feels it bite into her skin causing her to yelp in pain and shock she quickly re-opens her eyes to watch her husband suffer.
Finally the burning sensation begins to subside, but Eric feels weak, from exertion against the pain and he dangles limply in his restraints.
The woman comes back with a large butt plug in her hand she smiles at Eric as she moves to stand in front of him. She signals to some one and Eric feels himself lifted higher up by his arms, the straps on his legs maintaining tension but allowing his body to rise off the ground until he is high enough she can walk under his spread legs. He is lowered slightly after she passes through and now his ass is at her face level.
Eric feels teeth bite into his ass cheek and he jumps in shock. The teeth travel his ass and then a tongue trails over his ass crack, bringing a soft cooling sensation where the lotion before had scorched his nerves. He finds his cock re-hardening from the sensation. Several people in the crowd 'oooo' as they note this knowing he was enjoying how the woman was treating him.
Eric looks over at Emily helplessly hoping she could tell he couldn't control how his cock responded.
Emily watches in horror as Eric's cock hardens from whatever that woman was doing to his ass, it is even a greater horror to note moisture starting to leak from her own sex.
The woman stands back from him and places the pre-lubricated plug against Eric's asshole, he then feels himself swinging slowly forward as she applies pressure to it then the straps halt his movement and the plug starts to gain entrance. It is a sudden thing when Eric's ass gives way to the assault and the plug pops into his ass forcing his ass wide open. Eric screams from the pain of nearly being torn in two, but still the woman pushes the plug in until it finally slips into place snug in his previously virgin ass.
Eric is horrified that despite the pain his cock had actually gotten harder with the plug in his ass and then as the woman pulls it out a little ways and pushes it back in, a little bit of pre-cum leaks from the tip of his cock. She slides the plug in and out a couple of times before ramming it home deep into his ass. She then stands back leaving it there as she walks around to the front of him.
"First time with something in your ass?" The woman asks, her voice nearly dripping sensual venom.
Eric can only nod weakly as the straps are lowered slowly so that he is back to being only a couple inches off the floor.
"Well I guarantee it will not be the only thing in your ass tonight." She says with a smile and a laugh.
The man walks up to Eric's limp form and signals again for him to be raised. When Eric's cock is at his face level he licks the pre-cum seepage from his cock head causing Eric to shiver.
"His sperm is potent, very intoxicating." The devil says as he smiles and turns away to lock lips with the female devil.
When they pull away from each other the woman frowns at Eric's limp form. " He tires too easily, we will need to entertain ourselves with the woman until he recovers some strength."
"I guess it is fortunate that Colden saw fit to provide us with two then." The man says as they turn to face Emily.
"We should be sure he doesn't miss the show though, it would be a shame." The woman says looking back over her shoulder at Eric's limp form where his head hangs heavily against his chest.
The woman signals and several men come forward; they place a board against Eric's back and strap his head to it, with a mask that also forces his eyes to remain open.
"That is much better." The woman coos.
They approach Emily with the same methodical pace they had used with Eric. They circle her body, touching her skin lightly causing goose bumps to prickle her skin as her vagina continues to moisten.
They go to the table and the man returns with alligator clips similar to those on Eric. When he pinches them in place on her nipples she screams out in pain. Before walking away he pushes a finger deep inside her cunt and pulls it out, showing everyone that she was wet. Several 'awes' answer his action, and the devil woman walks up and takes his finger into her mouth sucking it clean.
"I think she liked seeing her husband take it up the ass." The man says.
"Then she'll love what we have in store." The woman says.
The woman walks up with a double dildo and presses it against Emily's openings. The ass dildo was lubricated with a thick gel and her vagina was providing plenty of lube for the other one. The woman shoves the dildos up into Emily forcefully getting more than half their lengths into her in a single push and causing Emily to scream out in pain.
The woman slides the dildos back, and then pushes them up again and again until she gets them fully buried into Emily. Tears stream down Emily's face, but when she notices that several of the watchers were in various stages of nudity and arousal observing her she lets out a mournful wail.
The two devils laugh cruelly the man brings a strappy item that he runs between Emily's legs and around her waist, when it is snapped into place it holds the double dildo in place buried deep in her ass and vagina, but it leaves the flesh of her ass bare.
The woman fingers the handle of a whip and then she puts it to the Emily's lips. Emily refuses to open her mouth for a moment, but the man twists the clip on her right nipple causing her to scream and the woman shoves the leather handle into Emily's mouth nearly causing Emily to gag.
"There's a good girl." The woman coos as she slides the whip handle back and forth between Emily's lips like it was cock fucking her mouth. " You make a good little cock sucker, I wonder how your husband will do? Well there is plenty of time to find out, Halloween is a long night tonight!"
The woman pulls the whip handle from Emily's mouth and stands back and behind her. Emily hears the crack of the whip before she feels the bite of pain on her ass cheek. It isn't until the second crack of the whip before she is able to scream out in pain.
Around them bodies are in various sexual positions, most of the participants were trying to keep their eyes on the helpless Eric and Emily, whether it was by doing it doggy style, or trying to turn to the side while performing and receiving oral pleasure from another.
None of the participants seemed to care what sex partner they were engaged with, they all just wanted to have sex with someone. Emily was horrified watching the depraved orgy about her, as pain rippled through her body.
Every crack of the whip caused her body to convulse around the dildo's buried deep inside her, and the strap allowed the items to slide slightly out of her and then back into her with her every convulsion.
Despite her horror at the situation, despite the pain of the whip biting into the flesh of her ass, the movement of the dildos however slight, in and out of her were working her closer and closer to an orgasm. Soon her screams are matched with her moans as the dildos slid back into her.
The woman stops whipping her and the man comes up to her as her body is writhing around the dildos buried in her, she was so close. Her breathing was deep and heavy, the sound of her whimpers and moans escape her lips between breaths. The man smiles as he removes the alligator clip on her right nipple. He then gently sucks on her sore right nipple as he twists the left one in its clip.
The pain and pleasure at once are too much, Emily feels her orgasm come to crash over her like a tidal wave, and as the man senses it he bites down on her right nipple with sharp teeth drawing blood and shooting pain through Emily's body even as her body spasms and convulses in orgasm washing her with pleasure. Her screams echo in the room over the moans of excitement from the other people in the room.
The man steps away, replaces the clip on her right nipple and smiles as she hangs limply in her restraints, noting the slight steady motion of the dildos pushing against the restraining strap before sliding back into her, as her body pulsed around them.
"It seems she really enjoyed herself." The man notes.
"Yes it does. I guess that makes us good hosts." The woman says with a smile before turning to face Eric. " He may need to repay us for the pleasure she received."
"I think so, we can not expect her to be ready for at least a few minutes." The man says.
The two of them seem to saunter over to Eric and smile, noting his expression of fear, and his hard cock. He had watched in shocked, horrified, amazement as his quiet wife Emily had cum loudly in front of all these people while being mercilessly punished. His cock was leaking cum freely from the head.
The woman notes this and licks some of it up, the man smiles and takes a lick of his own. Eric's whole body shivers with both passes of a tongue over his sensitive cock.
"So you liked watching her cum from our ministrations? Colden would be pleased, Halloween is the night of delicious terrible pleasure." The woman says as the man reveals her left breast and begins to suck on it.
Several men come up behind Eric and strap his ankles to straps that lower from the ceiling. Eric then feels his legs lifted and his arms lowering until he is hanging horizontally about crotch level. The mask and the board along his back are removed so that he dangles free.
The devil now removes his costume revealing a smooth veined cock sticking out form his lean well-muscled body. He walks up to Eric and smiles his cock dancing in front of Eric's face.
"You are now going to suck my cock like the good whore I know you can be." The man says, " And before you get any idea's about biting anything let me put this thought in your head..."
Suddenly a rope lowers above Emily's head, a man places the loop of rope around her neck and then her entire body is lifted as high as possible from the floor. Her arms are allowed to go slack and she immediately starts chocking as the rope tightens around her throat. Then the tension is restored to her arms and the rope loosens around her neck slightly allowing her to breathe again.
"You mess up she dies, the ropes holding her arms will be allowed to go free and the ones holding her legs will be pulled tight. You will watch as she strangles to death, struggling for breath. Now open your mouth."
Eric obediently opens his mouth, and the man slides his cock into Eric's mouth until it pushes against the back of Eric's throat causing him to gag and cough around the cock. His coughing causes the plug in his ass to pulse making him gasp.
"Relax your throat." The woman urges, bringing her face close to Eric's watching the cock of her companion enter Eric's mouth.
Eric tries to do as he is told and this time the cock passes the back of his throat and slides part way down until he finds his face buried in black curly public hair.
"Now close your lips around his cock let him slide his cock through them." The woman whispers as she tweaks her now bare nipples.
Eric closes his lips around the cock and he feels the veins on the shaft as it slides out past his lips, then only the cock head is in his mouth.
"Lick his head, let your tongue circle it, and push your tongue against his piss slit." The woman moans as she slides a finger down to her vagina.
Eric swirls his tongue around the head of the man's cock and pushes the tip of his tongue into the piss slit causing the man to moan. Eric feels so humiliated and disgusted with himself as the man begins to push his cock back into his mouth.
"Let his shaft glide along your tongue as he pushes into your mouth." The woman says quietly.
Eric lifts his tongue and he feels the large central vein of the man's cock as the shaft slowly enters his mouth, once again the man pushes his cock down Eric's throat and Eric is forced to take it.
The woman leaves Eric's side as the man continues to fuck Eric's face with slow steady strokes and Eric does as he had been instructed on each and every stroke. Before the woman returns Eric begins to taste some pre-cum seep from the guy's cock and he becomes concerned he would have to swallow the man's spunk.
The woman returns wearing a strap-on cock at least 10 inches long and 2 and 1/2 thick. She smiles as she sees Eric's eyes open even wider before she moves around behind him.
Eric feels the plug removed from his ass, and it feels like a relief at the same time that his ass seems to miss the sensation of being filled. The relief and the emptiness are short lived as Eric feels the head of the cock press against his loosened asshole. It takes very little effort before the rubber cock is sliding into his ass.
Eric feels his mouth being pushed further onto the cock in front of him as the woman pushes her rubber cock into his ass. His ass starts to tear, he fills that the dildo is going to push right through him, it was so impossibly long, but as his nose fills of pubic hair again he feels her body pressed up against him.
"What a good little whore he is, he has taken all of both of us." The man comments.
Slowly the woman withdrawals as the man holds his cock buried part way down Eric's throat. Eric begins to squirm as he begins to suffocate around the man's flesh. Then as the woman only has the head of her cock left buried in Eric's ass she pulls him toward her. Eric feels the rubber cock fill his ass as he swings back and the man's cock slides from his mouth.
The two slowly swing Eric back and forth on their cocks, slowly picking up speed. Eric's cock begins to twitch with every thrust of the rubber cock in his ass, and his cock is leaking and dripping freely beneath him.
The feel of the rubber cock sliding in and out of his ass is like nothing he has ever felt and with every thrust he feels his body tensing with excitement. He begins to moan around the cock in his mouth and waves of pleasure pulse through him.
Eric feels the cock in his mouth suddenly swell, and then to twitch as the man gives a loud roar. Cum shoots into Eric's mouth and down his throat, to keep from drowning he is forced to swallow the man's cum.
As Eric is swallowing the last of the man's cum he feels the woman start slamming her rubber cock into his abused ass harder and harder, suddenly she screams out and Eric knows she is cumming.
Eric's whole body is spasming he feels his cock twitching sporadically and his ass pulse around the rubber cock as cum leaks from his cock freely, he needed to orgasm but the straps around his cock keeps the pleasure and release of orgasm from fully hitting, just allowing the leakage. Despite himself he feels his whole body try to push himself onto her cock desperate for more.
The woman pulls out and smiles noting his state of arousal.
"Look at our little cock whore, he just can't get enough." The woman says.
"Well I think he has pleasured us well enough, let us give him what he wants." The man says.
Suddenly Emily is lowered and as the rope is removed from her neck she is strapped into the same position Eric was already in. Then benches are rolled beneath them, as the double dildos are pulled free from Emily's soaking snatch and ass.
"Come everyone, enjoy the pleasures of these Halloween treats of Colden the almighty." The man announces as the woman removes the cock strap on Eric.
People surge forward to both Eric and Emily's hanging bodies eager for the pleasure they had witnessed the ones in charge receive. Both Eric and Emily lack the wills and strength to even attempt to resist at this point.
A woman slides beneath Eric first, she lifts her hips and points his cock at her vagina, and she quickly pushes herself onto his cock. A guy steps in front of Eric's face and he opens his mouth accepting the cock between his lips with resignation. Another man comes up behind him and quickly slides his cock into his well-lubed and loosened ass.
Emily has a man slide on the bench beneath her who quickly forces his cock into her swollen cunt. A woman brings her cunt up to Emily's face, and Emily reaches out her tongue to taste her first pussy, even as another woman with a strap-on comes up behind her and pushes her rubber cock into Emily's ass.
Eric feels the cock pushing and thrusting into his ass begin to pulse and twitch, suddenly he feels cum shooting up into his bowels as the man shoves his cock deeply as possible into Eric's ass.
Eric lets out a low groan as finally cum blasts through his cock into the pussy currently squeezing it. He moans around the cock in his mouth as wave after wave of delayed pleasure ripples through him.
The woman beneath him lets out a squeal as she cums around Eric's pulsing cock, squeezing yet more cum from him.
The man behind him pulls free from Eric's ass and another takes his place shoving his cock in deep into Eric's cum coated ass.
The woman beneath him rolls free and as a man slips beneath him and begins to suck his cock back to life the man thrusting his cock in and out of Eric's mouth unleashes a torrent of cum which Eric has to swallow quickly.
The man pulls out shooting the last few spurts of cum onto Eric's face, only to be replaced by a woman with a strap-on shoving her rubber cock between Eric's sore lips.
The man beneath Emily quickly cums deep in her pussy, he pulls free and another quickly takes his place thrusting his cock up into her.
The woman humping Emily's mouth begins to cum, and Emily feels her tongue being coated in juices. That woman is replaced by a man stoking his cock. He lets out a moan without touching her shooting his cum over her face and tits.
The man beneath Emily begins to lick the cum off her tits as another man thrusts his cock between her lips.
Emily feels the woman's thrust into her ass become sporadic and she lets out a scream as she rams her rubber cock home deep in Emily's ass and she cums.
Emily feels her body taken by orgasm as the man beneath her shoots his cum into her already full pussy. Emily is just recovering when a man comes up behind her and thrusts his cock deep into her ass, her body pulses around the cock hitting her with another wave of orgasmic pleasure.
The man beneath her rolls free, and a woman slides beneath her. The woman lifts her pussy up to Emily's face and Emily begins to use her tongue on the woman as the woman thrusts her tongue between the folds of Emily's pussy.
The woman forcing Eric to suck her rubber cock pulls her cock free and as the man fucking Eric's ass unleashes the second batch of cum into Eric's ass she pushes her rubber cock into the ass of the man sucking Eric's cock.
That man lifts his hips up to allow her easier access, and she lifts his cock up to Eric's lips. Eric takes the cock into his mouth and bobs his head on it as he feels his cock re-harden in the mouth of the man he was sucking.
The cock in his ass is pulled out to be replaced by another, and Eric moans around the cock in his mouth.
How much time went by Eric and Emily are unsure, how many people they had serviced they had no clue, and the number of orgasms they had felt were uncountable, but finally they both pass into exhausted unconsciousness, their asses, lips, sex organs, and nipples all red and sore.
The next morning they are found wandering nude on the rode they had arrived on, looking dazed covered in soot and some dried sticky substance. They are taken to a hospital for care where police ask them what had happened to them. When they tell their story the eyes meeting theirs are filled with disbelief.
"Well, you two were lost," A deputy, says sitting on a stool between their beds. " That was Stanton County 16, Washburn County 16 was the next exit, four more miles down the interstate." He explains.
"Are you going to arrest the people who did this to us?" Emily asks.
"I wish I could..." The deputy starts but looks at them thoughtfully for a moment. " Six years ago, the last time Halloween fell on a Saturday there was a conclave of worshippers of some god called Colden. They had themselves a big party, and then they sacrificed two virgins in some rite ripe with sex and violence, then at some point a brazier was knocked over and the whole place burned down killing everyone inside. The house you were in is no longer there, all that is left is charred timbers."
"But what about the cum we were covered in?" Eric asks in disbelief.
"All tests came back inconclusive, there was no positive DNA identification possible."
The deputy answers a few more questions before getting up to leave. Eric and Emily look at each other in disbelief.
"I can't believe it wasn't real." Eric says finally.
"It was real." Emily says firmly. " We either went back in time, or were raped by ghosts."
"You know how crazy that sounds?" Eric asks.
"Is it as crazy as saying I want to pick-up a few things at an adult store when we get out of here?" Emily asks, smiling slightly. |
19,459 | Wrong Place at The Wrong Time | JointedTerror | NonConsent/Reluctance | 2021-01-15 | 2021-01-15 | 2022-01-01 15:45:49 | 1 | literotica.com | https://www.literotica.com/s/wrong-place-at-the-wrong-time-1 | A young woman gets followed home. | ['Brunette', 'Dick', 'Feet', 'Footjob', 'For Girls', 'Forced', 'Masturbation', 'Noncon', 'Stranger', 'Toes'] | 3.7 | *I in NO way promote rape. This story is for those who enjoy role play, cosplay, or even rough sex. This story is NOT meant to promote rape in any way, shape or form. This story is not about rape, but rather non consensual and reluctance.*
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"Have a seat, please." The tall employer instructs me. I hold my skirt down as I sit in the small leather chair across his large mesquite desk.
"Ms. Daniels, right?" He asks, sitting down in his chair.
"Yes sir." I respond. I've pretty much got this job in the bag. I have so many different great references for the job. Director of Operations. My dad pulled some strings, so this job is almost guaranteed. Most people who possess this sort of job are higher in age, but at 22, I'm hoping to bring something new.
The real job is in Ohio, but my interview for the job takes place just a couple miles from my house, which is good, since I don't own a damn car.
"Cold outside?" He asks with a grin.
"Ha, to say the least." I say back with a smile. I tuck my jet black hair behind my ear. A skirt and high heels probably wasn't the best clothing choice, but still, I look incredible.
"Well, Ms. Daniels. After reviewing your portfolio, which is quite impressive, and examining your high school grades, I am thoroughly impressed to say the least."
"Well thank you."
"A 4.5 GPA is the highest I've seen from an applicant for this kind of job." He says putting on his glasses and opening a grey folder labeled 'Daniels'.
"Thank you." I say. "It's good to have someone appreciate my hard work."
He reads through the white papers in the file. Most likely the papers from the background check the did. Which is clean, I may add.
He moves his mouth as he reads the papers.
"Well, Ms. Daniels, everything looks great. Your background check, GPA, your presentation AND your application is nearly perfect." He says with a smile on his face.
"So I... I got the job?" I ask, my heart racing.
"Well, not quite, Ms. Daniels. I still have to send this in to my boss up at the plant your applying for."
"The one in Ohio?" I ask. He nods.
"Yes ma'am. So it'll take a couple days for him to get it, and us being in Seattle, that'll take some time."
I slump a little in the expensive black leather chair. I scan my eyes around around the state-of-the-art office. Just this office looks like it cost a million dollars. He has three computers on his desk, which is a large glossy mahogany thousand-dollar desk. I look at the man, who is at least in his late fifty's or early sixty's.
"What's the name of your boss?" I ask. The man looks at me.
"His name is Stephen Kent. He's been in charge of most of the operations at the Seattle plant for going on fifty years, and he's been looking for a hardworking, talented person to become his successor after his retirement." The man says with a gentle attitude.
"And you do fit what he's been looking for if I do say so myself." He adds.
"I'm sorry, but I didn't catch YOUR name." I say with a grin.
"I'm Bill, and it has been an extraordinary pleasure meeting you Charity." He says standing up with a smile. I stand as well, and we shake hands.
"You take care Ms. Daniels." He says as I reach down to grab my purse.
"You too." I say back. I turn, and walk out of the huge office.
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The office of the man I was just talking to was in a building in a wealthy part of town, but unfortunately to get back home, I have to walk just under a mile through a creepy, worn down, crime-ridden part of town. But I've never had trouble while walking through there before.
It was a BAD idea to wear high heels. My feet are starting to hurt. I walk past a building, and someone pops up in front of me just as I start to walk past a creepily dark ally.
"Oh, excuse me." I say surprised. I stare at the person for about a second, but I can't make out any features. Its already too dark and the person has a hoodie on. I walk around the person, and begin my trot back to my apartment.
While I'm walking, I start thinking about my appearance. I stand about five foot eight, so I'm kinda tall for a girl. I have long brunette hair that I always keep straightened out, and it stops mid-back. I also-
Someone coughs behind me. I turn around to look over my shoulder.
The person in the hoodie is following me. My heart skips, and I face forward.
'What the hell?' I ask to myself. I come up on the only streetlight, and I glance behind me again. He's closer this time. I look forward again as I pass the streetlight. I walk faster as I start to get worried. My high heels become louder. I turn a corner, and as soon as I turn, using a large abandoned brick building to hide me, as fast as I can I bend down and grab my shoes off my feet, and start sprinting. I run as fast as I can. I run hard. Breathing, panting, breathing, panting, breathing. After about eighty yards of running, I glance behind me.
Nothing.
I turn my head forward, and I quickly come to a spot. I drop my purse and shoes. I lock my fingers behind the back of my head to catch my breath. I turn around and stare at the corner. Still nothing. I bend down and pick up my stuff, then head towards my apartment.
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I lock the door, deadbolt. I turn around, and survey my small living room. My apartment is located on the second floor of the complex. My apartment faces the street. I slowly walk back to my room, still trying to catch my breath. I can feel my heartbeat in my ears. I set my purse and shoes down in the closet. I walk quickly into the loving room, and open the curtains a little. I barely open the blinds, to scan the street. Nothing.
I close the curtains, then sigh a sigh of relief. I sit on my couch, and process what happened. Only now it clicks with me how much danger I was in.
After finally relaxing, I stand up and head to my room to change. My alarm clock reads 10:54.
I grab the waist of my skirt, and pull them down, then let them slide down my long legs until they come to a rest on the floor and around my ankles. I bend down and pick them up, then toss them with little effort into the hamper on the other side of the room. I grab my shirt, and pull it off over my head. I toss it as well into the hamper. I reach behind me, and undo my bra. It snaps off, and I toss it into the hamper. I look down at my purple panties, and grab them. I slide them down my legs, then attempt to toss them into the hamper, but I missed.
I walk to my drawer, and grab a pair of soft pajama pants. I toss them onto the bed, then I grab an old white shirt with multiple tears and rips in it.
A noise quickly catches my attention. It sounded like my window. I walk into the living room very cautiously and quietly. I stand naked, and in silence, listening for anything else, but too terrified to walk any closer to the window. I look at the deadbolt. Its still locked. I stare at the door, I guess expecting a knock, or a sound of some sort, but nothing happens. I turn back to room, and walk towards the pants. Since the shirt is already in my hand, I throw it on. I grab the pants, and I step into them. Maybe some TV will calm my nerves?
I sit down on the couch again, and set my feet up on the stone coffee table. I click the remote, and the TV zaps on. I decide to keep the volume low. It takes me a minute to get settled in, but I do. I laugh at Two and A Half Men.
I start to doze off, my head slowly falls until it lands on the armrest. I fall asleep.
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A door closing jolts me awake. I look straight ahead at a person standing by the front door. I freeze, and my eyes go wide. I can't move. The person slowly walks towards me, and they take their hood off. A man stands staring at me. The man is white, with short black hair. Look to be mid twenties.
The man looks at my feet, still on the coffee table, then trails his way up my legs, my body, my face. He grins, and he looks evil. He slowly walks towards me, shooshing me despite me not making any noise.
"Don't make a sound." He whispers with a deep voice. I still can't move. He stands in front of me, and reaches his hand out, and covers my mouth. I can't even whimper.
I notice a backpack. It slides off his right arm, and falls to the floor. He grabs a knife from his pocket, and opens it, pointing the blade at me.
"You make one noise, and I will... kill you." He smiles before he even gets all his words out. He removes his hand from my mouth, and kneels down beside my knees, and starts fidgeting with the backpack. He grabs a roll of tape. He pulls off a strip, and gently places it over my lips, then he pulls off another strip, and places it on my mouth, with a little more force this time. I'm gonna die. He's gonna kill me.
He stands up once he's sure I'm thoroughly gagged. He sets its right hand on my foot, tracing his fingers over my toes. He runs his hand up my shin, then he stops mid thigh. He picks up my legs, and opens them. He stands in front of me now, between my legs. My eyes tear up.
"Shh, don't cry." He whispers. He kneels down in front of me, and reaches for the crotch of my pants. I try to resist, but he's too strong.
"I won't kill you unless you resist." He whispers. I stare at him, and he looks back down at my pants. He lays his fingers on my crotch. Slowly caressing my pussy through my pants. He stops for a moment, before violently ripping my pants. The flaps lay across the outer sides of my thighs. I looks at my pussy.
"Oh yeah. Clean shaven, all for me." He whispers with another grin. He sets a finger on the hood of my clit, and presses on it. I shut my eyes. I can feel my blood shooting through every vain in my body. His finger rubs my clit in tiny circles, and in denial I tell myself it doesn't feel good.
"You like that?" He asks quietly. I don't respond.
He stands up, and quickly grabs my sides, lifting me up to my feet. I start struggling, but he's way too strong. He wraps his arms tightly around my chest.
"No bra?" He asks, before grabbing the neck of the shirt and ripping it with ease. Before the shirt hits the floor, he already has both my small tits cupped in big hands. He picks me up, and carries me to my bedroom, but not without my kicking. I try to aim for his balls, but the hold I'm in renders me incapable of kicking him. He throws me down on the bed. I stare at him in shock, still trying to wrap my mind around whats happening. He pulls the knife from his pocket, and it clicks open.
"Your gonna sit nice and quiet, ya hear?" He whispers. He reaches up and slides his hood off. All the scars on his face make me think he's done this many times before.
"I'm gonna slides those pants off, don't you try to fight." He whispers again. I prop myself up on my elbows to watch him. I stares at me for a moment, probably making sure I don't try to pull something.
He looks down at my torn pants. He closes the knife, and stuffs it into his pocket. He reaches down, and with both hands slowly slides my pants down my legs. I raise my legs up. He pulls the pants off my ankles, and lets them fall to the floor. He grabs my ankles, and sniffs my feet. I find it weird, but different. He chuckles, then kisses the sole of my right foot. He traces his thumbs over both the soles of my feet.
"Mmm. Nice and soft." He whispers. "You're starting to get me hard baby." He whispers while reaching down to undo his pants.
"Don't call me that." I say. I can't believe I said that. He looks up from my feet to stare at my face. With his left hand he reaches for the knife in his pants. I think quickly.
"No no, I'm sorry. Please I'm sorry." I say. He retracts his hand, and grabs my foot again.
"Now that's more like it." He whispers in a deep breathy voice.
Something about this, submitting to someone, feels different. I think I almost like it.
I sticks his nose between a couple of my toes. I feel and hear him inhale deeply.
"You like... feet?" I ask. He almost ignores me, but a few seconds later he answers.
"Yeah." He whispers real quiet.
I feel his wet tongue on the heel of my right foot, then his tongue trails the length of my foot, all the way to my toes. He licks my toes, then slowly slides my big toe into his mouth. I grin and almost giggle, but I hold back that giggle.
I feel him literally sucking on my toe. He then moves to suck my other toes one by one.
He reaches over and turns on the bedside lamp. He looks at me, and I look at him.
His hazel eyes look angry, and his short blonde hair is all messed up. He eyes my nail polish.
"Bright blue, my favorite color." He whispers with his deep voice.
He lowers my feet, and gently spreads my legs. He reaches into his pocket, and for a moment I'm worried he's reaching for the pocket knife. He pulls out a small white phone. I hesitate for a moment, slightly closing my legs, but the look he shoots me makes me change my mind.
I lay my legs down flat, and he lowers the phone down close to my crotch.
"Yeah baby. Lemme get a pic of that pussy." He whispers. I hear the snap of the photo. He reaches down, and I feel him separate my pussy lips.
"Damn baby, you're so wet." He exclaims in another whisper. I'm almost as surprised as he is to find out I'm wet from this. He snaps another picture of my wet pussy.
"It's tight too." I whisper. He looks at me with a changed face, like he wasn't expecting me to say anything relatively close to that.
I wink at him, and he grins.
"Wanna see my ass?" I ask him with a grin of my own. He doesn't say anything.
I roll over and spread my legs. I turn to look at him, and right off the bat I know he loves my ass.
"You like that?" I ask. He looks at my face, then snaps another picture of my round ass. I watch as he reaches down to jiggle my ass cheeks. I move my hips which causes my clit to caress my bed. I turn forward, and I slowly grind my sensitive little clit into my bed. I feel his fingers caress the sole of my foot again, and I squeeze my butt cheeks.
I hear the button on the jeans pop, and then the zipper makes its signature zip noise.
I listen closely as the sound of his pants hitting the floor makes my pussy twitch. My pussy scrunches up as I hump my bed. I hear some muffled noises behind me, and he grabs my ankles, and pulls them together.
I jolt when I feel his dick slide between the arches of my feet. He moans from deep within his throat. It feels different.
"I've never done this before." I say turning my head back to watch him as best I can.
"Well now you have." He grunts as he thrusts his penis between my feet.
"Keep grinding that bed baby, I wanna watch your ass jiggle as you hump." He exclaims, not whispering this time. I rub my mound into my bed as he forces his cock between the soft arches of my feet.
Without warning, he grabs my ankles with a very impressive grip, and flips me over, pulling me right up in front of him as he does so. I willingly spread my legs, and he grins. He holds my ankles, placing his thumbs in the middle of my soles.
He reaches down with his right hand, and repeatedly slaps his hard dick onto my clit. With each slap I jump, and he seems to enjoy that.
"Just do it, don't tease me." I say with a dirty grin. He has a desperate look in his eyes.
His dick slides into my entrance. I feel my soaking wet pussy stretch to accommodate his member. My eyes go wide, and so does his mouth.
"That shits tight." He whispers. I grin as his dick slowly slides into my pussy. It almost hurts, but it feels so damn so good. I involuntarily bite my lip. His dick slides in, and he stops when he realizes I can't anymore cock into my pussy.
"Fuck." He whispers. He slides out, then back in. I watch as he concentrates hard on his work. I moan, and so does he. I feel myself stretching to accommodate his dick.
"Come on. Is that all you got?" I ask between moans. He starts pumping faster. He grunts with each thrust.
"Oh, fuck." He shakily whispers. I grab my comforter and squeeze it.
"Oh shit." I mutter as he gives it all he's got, a determined look on his face.
"Pussy's so tight." He whispers.
I grin, and sit up. He stops for a moment, and I push him back. I stand in front of him, and I grab him by the shoulders, throwing him down onto the bed. The bed creeks when he lands. He bounces some, then smiles. I quickly climb on top of him. He grabs my waist and I position myself just above his cock. I reach under myself and grab a hold of his dick, directing it into my wet pussy. His dick slides in. I moan, and so does he. I sit up, and place my feet on his chest. He runs his fingers over the tops of my feet as I slowly slide up and down his rock hard shaft. My eyes shake and almost cross as his dick slides across my G-spot. I start jumping faster, and my ass makes a clapping noise each time my bubble butt makes contact with his pelvis. I moan and tremble. I look at his red face.
"You slut." He whispers. I bite my lip, and I slide my feet across his chest up to his face. He instantly accepts, and starts licking the soles of my feet. The feeling makes me cringe, but also makes my pussy feel tingly.
"Fuck.." He whispers. He licks my right foot, from my heel to my toes. He sucks on my big toe as we make eye contact.
"Like that big man?" I ask, trying to get a rise out of him. His face turns a darker shade of red, and his eyes go. He looks down at my pussy, and pops my toe out of his mouth. His hands shoot up, and he places his thumbs in the middle of my soles. His thrusts become faster and harder. I feel like I'm about to cum.
"Don't stop." I whisper. He stares at my pussy. I notice some gentle perspiration building on his forehead.
"I'm gonna cum." The words shoot from his mouth into my ears. He pulls out, and in record time I'm on my knees, and he's standing in front of me with a desperate look in his eye. He slides his dick into my throat, and starts violently thrusting his dick into my mouth. I reach up and gently squeeze his balls. I'm a little stunned at first when his cum shoots down my throat. It feels like rope after rope fills my mouth. I move my right hand down to my pussy, and upon initial I feel like I'm about to cum too. I rub my clit as fast as I possibly can. I give a muffled scream with his dick in my throat, and I feel myself squirt. We moan together, and I can feel my pussy clenching with each contraction, even my belly is clenching. I start to get light headed as I swallow what feels like gallons of his hot cum. I fall to side, and pass out.
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I wake up in a puddle of my own juices. My own orgasm made me pass out. I sit up, and my toes feel wet. I swing my legs out as I lean against the bed. My toes are sucked with his cum. He must have gone for his own round two.
I look around but don't find him. I use the bed to lift myself up. I stand and walk into the living room, he's not here. I find a crumbled piece of paper on the table where I set my feet up earlier. The clock reads 3:21 AM. I walk towards the paper. My thighs rubs against my pussy lips.
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19,460 | Wrong Place Wrong Time Ch. 01 | SKitten97 | NonConsent/Reluctance | 2021-11-03 | 2021-11-03 | 2022-01-01 15:45:49 | 1 | literotica.com | https://www.literotica.com/s/wrong-place-wrong-time-ch-01 | A night out doesn't go as planned... | ['Abducted', 'Anal', 'Dp', 'Gangbang', 'Noncon'] | 3.79 | _**AUTHORS NOTE: This is a work of fiction featuring characters all over the age of 18. I do not condone any act of sexual violence or illegal activity. TW: I tried to make this as realistic as possible, while keeping the erotic vibes. I hope you enjoy and as always, I look forward to any feedback as this is my first story being published here**_
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I've always been an odd girl. Nerdy, awkward, shy, yet at the same time confidant, passionate and occasionally funny. I spend a lot of time thinking about "What if" scenarios but not like "what if I regret choosing this over that".. more like "what if I met a serial killer?". A strange, misunderstood, creature myself, it was an easy conclusion that I would be transfixed by those in society with the darkest inclinations. I used to watch Criminal Minds and love how they used empathy to connect with the "monsters" and wonder if I could do the same thing if I was put in such a precarious situation. One day walking to work I had the thought of "There is no reason to be or not to be nice to anyone in fear of your safety being compromised, because in the right individual either could you grant you a place in their obsessions". Maybe everything people say about being careful what you put out into the universe is right though...
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I don't go out much, but it had been a particularly long month for me and I needed to force myself to relax so I asked my few friends if they were up to go to a bar and just have a girls night. I arrived on time and checked the group chat to see when the others would be showing up. My messages went unanswered and as thirty minutes passed I gave up waiting and ordered my second drink of the night. I was okay being alone, and the alcohol was all I needed to free up my emotions some. I watched the people around me, seeing them dance seductively and flirting with each other; others stayed in their booths and drank, taking pictures both of themselves and those out in the crowd. There were a few more lone people and I tried not to make repetitive eye contact with them as I wondered what had brought them here tonight. I sipped my drinks, slowly pacing myself and singing along to the songs under my breath. The music was why I really came to clubs and their deep vibrations coupled with my growing intoxication eased my body into a state of relaxation.
Feeling that all too familiar prickle on the back of my neck I looked to my right and locked eyes with a man leaning against the wall. He looked like he was the quarterback of his high-school team and had devolved into a fraternity fuck boy. With a wink and a smirk on his admittedly sculpted face, I rolled my eyes and shook my head, turning back to my drink. He could find someone else to talk to, I'm sure we wouldn't have a very intelligible conversation and I was never great at idle small talk. Moments passed and I glanced back at the wall to see he had moved on to a girl on the dance floor. I sighed in slight relief and ordered one more shot before closing out my tab.
It was cold out, low 50's, and a breeze tickled my fishnet clad legs. I slid my hoodie on and put my hands in my pockets, double checking my keys were still in place. I only lived a couple blocks from this bar and had walked in worse condition so it wasn't a daunting task in the least. Though I wish I hadn't been trying to impress my friends with my long legs and worn more comfortable shoes. Five foot seven I didn't consider myself to be short, especially compared to my friends, so I tended to shy away from my 4 inch stiletto collection when out with them to make everyone more comfortable. So instead I wore thick soled fashion combat boots that stopped just about my ankles. They looked like hiking boots but really had no support inside so my feet were aching just a block away from the bar I had just been at.
A shiver ran through me and at first I just thought it was the breeze again but realized it was that feeling again.. that someone was watching me. I made small glances to the side at my shadow.. using my peripheral vision to see any other shadows that might be behind me. I saw one, and instinctively kept a strong pace to maintain distance from this unknown person. There was another person coming towards me from the end of the street and honestly my heart was beating so fast with paranoid thoughts that it took me a moment to figure out the obvious solution and crossed the quiet street, slowing my pace to keep an eye on who was behind me. As they caught up to where I had been, I saw that it was a woman and after a few more moments walking she turned into one of the apartments lining the sidewalk. I rolled my eyes at my stupid fear and kept walking, seeing the man continue on down the street. The blocks seemed to be growing from when I had walked on them to the bar and I'm sure the elevated blood alcohol level wasn't helping my perception.
I was in the middle of an imaginary argument with my friends for ditching me yet again, staring at the ground and mumbling to myself that honestly my surroundings disappeared and I had no idea I was no longer alone. It didn't hit me.. till it hit me. A sharp pain hit my chest and I stopped in my tracks with a sharp inhale as my hand came up to my chest and focusing to my best ability I plucked a small, almost needle like, object from my skin, confusion washing over me as I thought "is this a dart?". I was dizzy. But I was still standing. My mind reeling from the possibilities. I glanced up to see a darkly clad figure, trying to make out any features before I was struck again.. this one piercing my thigh. My vision immediately went blurry and I collapsed. I don't even remember hitting the ground. Just pain and then numbness...
Raucous laughter fills the room I'm in as I slowly regain my consciousness. It's bright, with a white light, and it startles my senses so that I have to squint and adjust to focus on the figures before me. My ears are ringing from the drug induced sleep and their laughter is painful. As my head clears up some I hear the deep bass music playing, I think I know the song... I look with fully open eyes and they grow wide as I see the five men in front of me, now realizing they are aware of my awakeness. I sit up-right and flinch as my arms are tied roughly behind me and are pulled uncomfortably. Each of the men look scary in a different way. Maybe scary isn't the right word though.... I have no doubt that they each have the potential to be socially successful, they each are attractive, so.. no, not scary. Intense. Capable of malicious actions. Currently very capable of malicious actions against me.
One stands up and smiles at me, I felt my heart clench at the sight, even more so as I watch his gaze slowly travel over my body. I hate the affect it's having on me, I have always thought I'd be able to handle a situation like this. But this.. this is different. There's multiple, and I have no idea where I am. In all my "what if" scenarios this never came up. There are two main reactions to being raped, which is what I was absolutely sure was in store for me, and those are fight or concede. Different rapists want different reactions. It's usually best to do whatever they want, whichever choice that may land on. The music is loud. I'm thankful for that. The man in front of me is about 5'10, he has shaggy dirty blonde hair and a chest tattoo that's too bad for me to accurately figure out what it depicts. No one else is standing. So I guess this is their leader. He steps closer to me and I focus on my breathing. Trying to not show my fear. Once you show fear, it's over, I tell myself. He draws a knife from his pocket and flicks it open. I regain my breathing pattern but I feel it faltering. He stands right before me now and leans down, into me, reaching behind me and cutting my bounds off my wrists. I jump at the jerking motion and admit that is not what I was expecting at all.
As he pulls away I see a terrible smile on his face as he stares into my eyes and yanks the bottom of my hoodie up, pulling it off and throwing it to the side before I can even react. The other guys holler at the new site and I close my eyes for a moment, picturing myself from their perspective. Black boots, black fishnets, a tight black dress that hugs my hips just right and effortlessly provides support for my 34D tits. I have a necklace with a small crystal pendant that rests a few inches above my cleavage, and a woven bracelet on my wrist. My watch is gone... probably took it with my phone. I take a deep breath and block out the laughs and whistles, closing my eyes for a second to steady myself as much as I am able to.
This doesn't last long as the man in front of me grips my chin in his hands and forces me to look up at him.
"Don't worry, I like when they keep their clothes on" he says with a wink before pushing me back on what I now realize is a very firm couch and grabbing my legs to pull them apart effortlessly, sliding in between them and looking down at me. I meet his gaze with determination to get through this with my psyche intact. I think he sees this because he matches it with a glint in his eyes of his own determination. Reaching down in between my dress he rips my tights at the crotch and feels for my underwear, making the advanced decision to remove them with a sharp tug, the fabric cutting into my skin slightly and leaving sore lines on my hips.
"You won't need those anymore"
"No, I suppose not." I retort, granting me a chuckle from my soon to be rapist.
He tosses my panties to one of the guys in the onlooking group and turns back to me, undoing his belt and jeans with ease before fishing out a completely erect cock and rubbing it in my view.
"You're not wet" he sneers with a smirk "this is going to hurt".
I look blankly back at him and know that no amount of supposed preparation could have prepared me for this moment. He lines up with me and starts to press inside me, meeting obvious resistance and having to repeat the motion before granting access to my unready hole. He shoves hard and slides in deep, and I grit my teeth, trying to not give him a reaction. His hips begin moving against me and the pain sets in as he rubs dryly inside me, chaffing my walls. Automatically I try to wiggle back from him, and he digs his nails into my hips and holds me firmly in place, using his tight grip to pull me harder against him and I feel a small cry escape my lips.
I think he mumbles something but I cant hear over the roaring pain. At some point I must have tried to strike him because one of the others came over to hold my wrists firmly in place above my head. The pain is unbearable and I feel the tears rolling down my cheeks as he slams against me harder and faster. I cant hear a thing anymore except the couch creaking beneath us and in one forceful shove I feel him stop, holding, followed by that familiar sensation of being filled with cum. My head is pounding but I feel him leave my body and open my eyes again to see that others have pulled out their cocks and are stroking them to life. He points to one of them and they take his place between my legs. It's like a demented form of popcorn reading in school, popcorn fucking.
This one has dark hair.. tanned skin, pierced ears, his forearms are covered in tribal tattoos. He leans down and kisses me hard, shoving his tongue into my mouth and causing me to gag on the taste, like cigarettes, and placing a hand forcefully on my neck under my chin, continuing to kiss me as he pushes his dick into my cum soaked pussy, sliding easier than the first. I whimper and he takes it as encouragement, or he must, because he kisses me harder and his hand tightens, somewhere between my neck and my jaw bone, thrusting quickly into me with long strokes. I don't even fight as I try to focus on the music in the background, listening to the lyrics, his tongue and cock a distant feeling until he squeezes hard, lower than before, I feel my breath stop for a moment. Panic instantly sets in, instinctively, and my eyes dart to his as he pulls back from the kiss and pounds against me, his chest heaving, much as mine is as I fight for breath.
My vision goes blurry and he relishes this as he watches me closely, keeping a tight squeeze and shuddering as he cums inside me, still moving. He doesn't release me till he is done and pulls out of me abruptly. I start to sit up with a gasp and start coughing from the lack of air. I watch as he points to another member of this horrendous group and as I turn to see who he pointed to, my hands are pulled in front of me and I face plant against the cushion, nearly falling off until someone grabs my legs from the other end and pulls me back over the side, my thighs rubbing painfully over the arm of the couch, and painfully I stay pressed against that edge as a cock slams into me from behind. I scream out against my better judgment as this one is much larger than the other two and my poor pussy wasn't prepared nearly enough for such a member.
He holds inside me and feels my walls adjusting to his girth. Staying like this for a long moments I cant help but wonder why and I look up from the cushion to see jeans falling to the floor. The man behind me grabs my hair tightly and rips back, taking all the air from my lungs as he pulls me off the couch high enough for the fourth guy to slide beneath me, placing my face in his lap. Releasing me I fall forward and feel his dick against my forehead, but before I even have time to think I am brutally fucked from behind, this one clearly enjoying my pain as he is deliberately being forceful and smacking my ass and thighs with his thrust causing me to cry out. I shouldn't have done that, for it gave number four a perfect opportunity to shove his dick in my mouth, catching me off guard and making me instantly gag; this was to no avail on my part because he simply bucked his hips, pushing further down my throat, my eyes watering afresh.
My lips felt cracked from the rough fucking and my pussy felt stretched and torn. They started working in a rhythm with another and it was all I could do to not pass out from lack of air. That is, until I felt a finger jab against my asshole, and unceremoniously penetrate the unused opening, finding a new way to add to my pain if he could no longer hear me scream. I cried out against the cock in my mouth, surely sending vibrations down his shaft because I hear his loud moan before erupting into my mouth, holding my head down as he spasmed. He jerks away from me and the cum drips from my mouth as I sputter and gag, crying out freely as my pussy and ass are assaulted in unison and the attacker shoves a second finger into my ass. I scream out at the pain this causes but no one seems to care as he doesn't even seem to be slowing down his pace.
Moments later, he pulls out of me, except for his fingers, and as I begin to fall forward from exhaustion and pain I am hoisted in place as he slides beneath me. I see his face now.. grim, with thick furrowed brows and a scar cutting across his lips. He's a large man, strong but not obviously muscular. My dizzy eyes take in the site before me as I am lowered.. or rather, dropped onto his waiting cock. The sudden, deep, penetration hurts and I let out a sob with more tears and fall forward against this cruel person, shuddering with my tears. Things only get worse when the person who must be the fifth in this gang makes his presence known behind me. In a quick succession the fingers are removed and a firm cock replaces them as I am impaled thoroughly, my eyes snapping open and my throat letting out an ear piercing scream that turns guttural as he begins moving.
From behind he places a hand over my mouth in an effort to keep me quiet as he struggles to move against me. I am pushed forward, causing the cock in my pussy to fall out and I feel the one from my ass leave and enter my lower chamber, moving quick and deep for several thrusts before backing out again, lowering me back onto the larger dick and shoving into my ass again. I feel faint as the rocking motion courses through me, feeling like either of them are going to rip through to the other one at any second. My dress is ripped at the front with a single aggressive tear and my breasts are pulled out. A mouth finds one and begins sucking on my nipple. I feel nauseous as teeth graze my sensitive skin and my vision goes dark. "I swear I know this song..." I meekly think, before passing out cold.
A part of me wishes I hadn't woken up again. |
19,461 | Wrong Place, Right Time | PAS | NonConsent/Reluctance | 2005-03-31 | 2005-03-31 | 2022-01-01 15:45:51 | 1 | literotica.com | https://www.literotica.com/s/wrong-place-right-time | Mika is mistakenly grabbed by two men. | ['Asain Housewife Taken', 'Right Time', 'Two Men And A Lady', 'Woman Mistaken For Hooker', 'Wrong Place'] | 4.26 | Mika is a very pretty 27year-old. Her parents moved to the U.S. when she was a baby so she had grown up almost completely westernized. She was happily married with a 2-year-old that kept her busy. Her husband had a good job so she was able to stay home to raise her child. Although she was very active in her church and helped run the childcare department on Sundays and Wednesday nights.
Mika had shoulder length black hair, a very pretty face and a slender 34-A, 24, 34 body. She was 5'5", but her legs were very sexy and, in a short skirt with heals on gave her the appearance of being taller.
Today she was in such a skirt, but was wearing flat shoes to make walking more easy. Her thin but shapely legs looked stunning beneath her mid thigh length blue skirt. She wore a thin white sleeveless pullover beneath a blue jacket that matched her skirt.
Although Mika was westernized, she was still very much naive about the world outside her small circle. And that was about to get Mika into more trouble than she realized.
Mika had injured her back recently. Nothing serious, but the pain hurt just the same. Her doctor had prescribed some muscle relaxers and offered some stretching exorcises to help. He also suggested that she consider massage therapy.
Being in somewhat of a hurry to take her medication, Mika stopped in the closest shopping center after leaving the doctor's office to find a pharmacy. While waiting for her prescription to be filled she strolled the center looking at the stores.
Like many places, this center had quite a few vacant storefronts and was run down in several areas. Had it not been for the large chain grocery store and pharmacy that anchored this place it was more than likely that the few remaining businesses would have closed or moved elsewhere by now.
Mika spotted a sign on a glass door leading into a stairwell to an upper level section at the end of the strip. It read, "Massage Therapy Upstairs". Mika had heard of massage parlors that fronted for prostitution rings, but never would have expected that anything like that would be in her town, especially not advertised openly.
She returned to the pharmacy and picked up her prescription, but a bottle of flavored water and took a pill. Then, as she was returning to her car she decided to go see what this massage therapy place offered.
Mika rang the bell and the door was answered by an Asian woman. She inquired about the prices and discovered that a thirty-minute massage was very reasonable. She noticed that when the woman at the door spoke to two other Asian women that they spoke hurriedly and in hushed tones, but thought little of it. She was asked if she could show her identification and if she wanted a full treatment massage. Mika agreed and was led to a small room where she was asked to undress and lay on the massage table. She did so and a few minutes later a woman whom Mika hadn't seen yet came in, closing the door behind her.
The massage was a very good one, and combined with the muscle relaxer she had taken before coming in Mike nearly drifted off to sleep a couple times. She noticed the woman had removed the towel that covered her butt and was now massaging that region but was so into it that she did not pay it much attention. Then Mika felt a sensation growing between her legs. She realized that she was becoming aroused.
This shocked her, as Mika had never entertained the thought of arousal with another woman. Then, with a start, she felt the woman's fingers reach up and began to sensually massage her now swollen clit.
Mike jumped in shock, unwilling to believe what was happening. The woman apologized to Mika, speaking in broken English and saying, "You wanted full treatment."
Mike realized what this place was, grabbed her clothing and dressed as quickly as possible. To save time she took her panties and bra and shoved them into her purse, putting on only her skirt, blouse and jacket. And had it not been for her protruding nipples poking through the thin material of her blouse she wouldn't have put on the jacket. Mike then rushed out the door to the staircase, her face blushing with humiliation.
While Mika was dressing to leave, two men had entered downstairs. Charles Hutchinson was a rugged looking man in his early thirties. He had light brown, slightly long hair and was dressed in paint stained blue jeans and a flannel shirt along with brown workboots. His friend was Ricky Jones, who was a couple years older than Charles was. While plainer looking than his buddy, Ricky was taller with short brown hair and was dressed more professionally in a pair of khaki slacks and a nice colored shirt and tie.
The two men had been friends since high school, and both men were divorced. Charles was the first to find this massage parlor, having frequented others in the past. He had told his friend about it and both men had tried it out a couple times. But neither was satisfied with the regulation "happy ending" that consisted of a hand job at the end of the massage.
Charles had been to a couple in the past that provided more sexual options, at a much greater price. But no matter how much he begged and offered the ladies at this place would do nothing more than jack him off.
But Charles had an idea of how to get what he wanted without paying anything extra. He reasoned that if he forced one of these women to have sex that she would probably be too frightened to report it to the police for fear of bringing attention to the massage parlor.
He had shared his idea with Ricky, who had always fantasized about fucking an Asian woman but the handjobs had been the closest to fulfilling that fantasy. Ricky did not like the idea of trying to rape one of these women in the massage parlor because he was certain that they would have some form of protection available.
But Charles had reasoned that out as well. He had observed one of the women leaving one day when he arrived, and returning with a bag of carry out food when he was leaving. He went back two days in a row to keep watch and saw that someone left every day around the same time. He discovered that the two offices by the stairwell were both vacant, and the doors were easily jimmied. So the two men decided that they could wait and surprise one of the women on her way out, drag her into the back of one of the empty offices, have there way with her and be gone before anyone discovered that she was missing.
"Hell," Charles said, "Whose gonna care if one of this whores gets raped anyway."
Ricky kept watch as Charles jimmied the lock on the door closest to the stairwell. The plan was simple, when they heard the door upstairs open and close Charlie would step inside and wait while Ricky would move down the hall, turn around and head back, timing his steps to meet up with the woman just as she passed the door. Charles would then pull the door open, as Ricky would shove her inside where Charlie would be waiting to help.
Mika rushed out into the hall and down the steps, feeling her face burning with embarrassment. She saw the man walking toward her but quickly looked down, averting her eyes from him. She gasped in surprise when he stepped into her path, grabbed her arms and shoved her to the side. The door to her right opened and a second man grabbed her. She tried to scream but the man inside the doorway put his callused hand over her mouth and in seconds Mika had been dragged into the empty room.
She struggled with her captors as they dragged her back into a rear room.
Charles spun her around and pinned her back against the wall.
"Now you're gonna have to do more than just jack me off." He said.
"Please, let me go. You're making a mistake." Mika pleaded, realizing that these men were looking for one of the women upstairs. "I'm not one of them. This is all a mistake."
Charles ran his hands beneath her skirt, finding her bare crotch.
"Not one of them, then why aren't you wearing any panties. And your pussy is all wet!" He said, driving his finger into her moist hole.
"Please, don't." Mika begged.
Charles and Ricky wrestled with Mika, pulling her jacket off then pulling her blouse over her head, exposing her small but perky tits. They held her tightly against the wall as each man fondled her tits and sucked on her hard nipples, ignoring Mika's pleas as they did so.
"I'm gonna fuck you real good!" Charles said as he began unfastening his pants.
Mika's eyes went wide at the sight of Charles' stiff cock as it sprang into view. She fought with renewed effort as the two men wrestled her around so that Charles could get behind her. Without her panties all he had to do was raise her skirt up over her ass and press his cock between her legs. Mika tried to resist him but he was able to shove his stiff rod into her wet pussy.
Mika screamed as he entered her. She had been married for five years, and had dated her husband for two years before that. Making Charles the first man in over seven years other than her husband to fuck her. Mika had a few experiences in high school and college, but had never entertained the thought of cheating on her husband.
"Shut her up!" Charles said as he grabbed Mika's hips and began fucking her cunt.
"How?" Ricky asked.
"Shove your cock in her mouth." Charles suggested.
Ricky liked the idea and he too undid his pants. Mika resisted as he pulled her head down to meet his thick cock. She had given the obligatory blowjob while dating, and even provided the same to her husband on occasion. But Mika never really liked it, nor did she permit her husband to climax in her mouth.
Mika clenched her mouth tight, trying to avoid taking Ricky's manhood in her mouth. But the man pinched her nose until she had to open her mouth to breath, then rammed his pole into her mouth and began fucking her face.
Mika stood, bent over between the two men as each man pounded her from opposite ends. Charles was leaning over her, groping her small tits and playing with her nipples as he sank his cock deep inside her over and over again.
She hated what was happening to her, but at the same time could feel her body responding. Mika realized that she had already been aroused and that her body was in need of release. And now the man fucking her was providing her body with what it craved. And as much as it humiliated her to admit it she could tell that, physically, her body was beginning to enjoy her assault.
"Oh yes, this is one great pussy!" Charles cried out as he felt his balls tighten. "I'm gonna fill you full of come, baby!"
Mika tried to cry out in protest at the realization that Charles was planning on ejaculating inside her. The rape was bad enough, but she did not want him cuming in her pussy and risking pregnancy. She shouted out for him to stop, but her words were muffled as Ricky's cock continued fucking her mouth.
"Oh yes!" Charles shouted as his hips thrust forward in a more rapid motion that made Mika realize that he was cuming. She could feel his cock erupt inside her as he pounded her from behind.
Charles unleashed his load in Mika's twat, enjoying his much needed orgasm at her expense. He continued pumping her tight hole long after he had finished coming, waiting for his partner to bust his nut in Mika's mouth.
Ricky watched as Charles climaxed in the tiny woman between them. He could feel his balls tightening up and knew that his own release was not far off. He fucked Mika's pretty face in growing anticipation of filling her mouth with his cum.
"Ohhhhh!" Ricky bellowed.
Mika felt the first wave of his cum blast in the back of her throat. She wanted to gag, or do anything to expel his semen from her mouth as his cock spewed the contents of Ricky's climax into her throat. But she was forced to gulp it down as he continued fucking her mouth, making her milk his rod completely before he pulled it free.
"Damn, that was good." Ricky said. "Now I want to get some of that pussy."
"Please, no!" Mika gasped, feeling some of Ricky's cum dribble down her chin. "Let me go."
Ricky and Charles forced Mika to reverse her position, then she felt Ricky's sock enter her slickened twat and found herself face to face with Charles' dick, which glistened with her own juices.
Giving in, she opened her mouth and accepted his cock without protest. She could taste her own pussy as she began sucking him.
Ricky banged Mika's cunt with delight, enjoying every moment of being buried inside her.
Mika was suddenly aware of the fact that her body was nearing climax. She tried to resist it, not wanting to cum for these men. But she fought to no avail as Ricky's measured strokes brought her closer and closer to the ends.
Sensing that she was responding to his cock, Ricky reached around with his hand and began rubbing her clit.
That was all it took for Mika. All resistance was gone as his fingers rubbed her love button. Her orgasm filled her to the core and she began greedily sucking Charles' cock and banging her hips back against Ricky's as she came on his shaft.
Ricky increased his pace, enjoying the way her pussy squeezed his cock and her juices spilled out over his balls as she climaxed for him.
Mika's orgasm subsided and she felt ashamed of herself for cuming while being raped. She tried to excuse it, knowing that it was all just a physical response, but she could not deny the fact that it had felt good. She continued working her body, trying to bring both men to their second orgasm to get this ordeal over with. But she had to admit that deep inside it felt wonderful having two men taking her this way. It was then, with a shock, that she realized that her body was already gearing up for another orgasm.
Unlike the first time, Mika did not resist but allowed her body to take over.
"Oh god, yes!" Charlie moaned as Mika used her mouth on him. His balls emptied a second time as she eagerly took every drop of his cum into her mouth, swallowing every bit of it.
"Ohhhhhhhhhh…." She moaned as his cock pulled out of her mouth. Mika orgasmed a second time on Ricky's cock as he pounded her from behind. This time her pussy gushed over his prick.
Ricky was in absolute delight. Hearing Mika's moans and feeling her pussy explode on him pushed him over the edge and he climaxed inside her pussy, pounding as hard as he could while spewing his seed deep inside her pussy. He continued fucking her until his cock began going limp inside her, only then reluctantly pulled it free.
Mika dropped to her knees, panting in exhaustion as the two men began pulling their pants up.
"That was much better than a handjob," Charles snickered, "And we don't have to leave her a tip."
Mika looked up at them, blushing as she felt a mixture of cum and her own juices dribbling down her thighs.
"I told you that you were making a mistake," She panted. "I'm not one of the ladies from the massage parlor."
"Oh shit." Ricky and Charles said in unison. Realizing their error.
"We thought you were one of those…" Ricky began.
"I know what you thought," Mika said, leaving the rest unspoken.
Both men finished buckling their belts.
"I wish I could say we're sorry, but we're not. You really were one good piece of ass." Charles said as both men bolted for the door, leaving Mika alone on the floor.
They were, of course, afraid that she would call the cops. And they did feel a little guilty. But finding out that she was just a regular woman who happened to fall into their trap by accident made the event even more satisfying for both of them.
Mika slowly grabbed her clothing, and retrieved her panties and bra from her purse, then dressed. She composed herself as best she could then left the building, all but running to her car. There was no way that she was going to tell anyone about what happened here today. The humiliation of it all would be bad enough. But the fact that she had ended up enjoying it as much as she did would be more difficult to explain to her husband. But perhaps not as hard to explain as the baby would be nine months from now if it didn't share any of her husband's traits… |
19,462 | Wrong Place, Wrong Time | beeman2012 | NonConsent/Reluctance | 2011-12-21 | 2011-12-21 | 2022-01-01 15:45:52 | 1 | literotica.com | https://www.literotica.com/s/wrong-place-wrong-time-1 | Forced. | ['Big', 'Gag', 'Gang Bang', 'Group Sex', 'Helpless', 'Night', 'Role Play', 'Running', 'Tied', 'Vehicle', 'Wrong Place', 'Wrong Time'] | 3.32 | So I'm on a night shift. I'm pretty used to it by now. At nights I go out on runs, thinking nothing of it really. In a city, but not a busy one. Streets are pretty empty at nights. I always take the same path on my runs. I walk the beginning area though to get to my normal run spot. I always walk through this back alley behind some retail stores on a strip mall, it's dark but I'm used to it. So I never think much of it.
This particular night I'm walking and parked beside the building Is an large Chevy Tahoe and a few guys sitting around. Just smoking and talking and laughing. I'm an introverted person at heart so I avoid them just simply from that. Not really out of being afraid.
As I walk by I notice the 3 of them. The first guy "X" yells out at me.
X – "Hey man what's up? Want a beer man?"
Me – "No I'm fine, thank you though"
The second guy jumps in. "Y"
Y – "Come on man, we really don't mind. Come have a beer with us"
I hear X and the third guy "Z" laughing. Sort of snickering really. Now I just kind of feel like they are fucking with me. Making fun of me or something so I'm just kind of annoyed.
Me – "No I'm good."
X – "Wow man no need to be rude, we were only trying to be polite"
I just ignore them.
Z – "What an asshole" ( starts laughing)
I just keep walking the way I was ignoring them. I hear the Tahoe start up. Y and Z run up to me while X drives the car up next to me. Now I'm starting to get worried thinking I'm about to get mugged.
Y and Z catch up to me.
Me – "Look guys, I don't have anything of value on me but an ipod. If you want it you can have it"
Z – "Oh no dude, we just want to hang out. Don't know why you are being so mean to us" (laughing)
Me – "Come on seriously...."
X drives up next to us slowly and rolls the windows down.
X – "Hey man, why don't you come along with us? We are heading out to an awesome party, we'd love to have you come along."
Me – "Look, I've already tried to get away politely. I just want to be left alone and finish my run"
Z – "Hey man, we are good guys. If you'd just come hang out with us and get to know us you'd find that out"
Me – "look I'm sure you are great guys (sarcastically), but you are really just harassing me. I just want to mind my own business and go about my way"
Y – "Well now your business is our business.."
Y reaches out to touch me and I just punch him in the stomach and run.
Instantly Z runs after me. He catches me by the shirt and grips tight while dropping his weight to the ground. Dragging me down with him. I hear the car door slam shut. X is running over now and so is Y. I struggle with Z and get out of his grip but X just tackles me. Then Y catches up and Z is on top of me.
X – "Get the cuffs."
When I hear that my heart sinks. As X ran over he dropped 2 sets of hand cuffs and some duck tape on the ground. I try to yell but X and Y are holding me down. X is covering my mouth. Z cuffs my hands with both sets of hand cuffs. Then they uncover my mouth. I instantly yell but it's short lived. They tape my mouth shut.
Z starts laughing again. I hate those laughs, laughs of an asshole. Especially the laugh of an asshole getting his way.
X and Z grab me by my shoulders and pick me up. Y gets right in my face.
Y – "You little asshole, you are gonna regret punching me"
They drag me over to the Tahoe. I notice the hatch back of the Tahoe was never closed. I start to realize this was sort of planned. Thinking, why would these guys just be hanging out in a back alley. Probably just waiting for someone to come by. Then X driving over to me with the hatch back never being closed. They were planning on this.
As I'm brought over to the back the hoist me up and push me into the back and shut the door. The seats are down..... plenty of room.
Of course I'm not quite thinking of any of this at the time. I'm kinda freaked out. I honestly think they are going to kill me or something. I don't really consider any kind of sexual act. I hear Z laughing in the back ground.
X hops into the drivers seat. Y and Z hop into the back on either side of me. X starts driving.
Z – "those are some mighty short shorts you got there" (starts laughing again)
Y – "so you are a runner huh? Running around in those loose shorts..."
Now this is odd. Sounds very off to me. I'm still not connecting everything. I'm a straight guy, this situation has never occurred to me.
Y – "Have you found a spot yet?"
X – "Yeah , nobody ever comes here"
Z – "Wow this place is so dark" (pats me on the back and starts laughing)
The car comes to a stop. Then the keys leave the ignition. If it wasn't bad enough that he had a black Tahoe with what can only be described as illegally dark tinted windows. He parked in a secluded spot, so dark I couldn't even begin to make out what was outside the windows. This didn't feel very good. I was extremely nervous thinking they were gonna kill me.
X – "You can un-tape his mouth, nobody will hear him out here anyways"
Z untapes my mouth.
Me – "Look, please don't kill me. I didn't do anything wrong and I have roommates expecting me home"
X – "How old are you?"
Me – "21!"
Z – "Legal." (laughing)
X – "We aren't going to kill you. Just have some fun, you like to have fun right? When we are finished with our fun we will be dropping you off where we found you. Alive of course, I don't find the idea of jail time appealing."
Y- "Yeah there's gonna be a WHOLE LOT of DNA evidence left inside you so killing you would be a bad idea" (Z starts laughing again like an asshole of course)
Now my mind is really racing. What is he getting at exactly. It's starting to phase through my mind, but it's very hard for me to come to terms with this possibility so I simply don't accept it as a reality. If my mind was clear I'd know exactly what was happening. If I saw it in a movie happening to someone else I'd know immediately, but no. This is me. This can't be happening to me. So I just can not accept it.
I catch a whiff of something and next to me Z has his cock out in his hand. Just flopping it around, I know the smell because I have one. The smell of cock. I see X taking his pants off.
Me – "Wait a second, what is happening here"
Y has already gotten his pants off.
Y – "Wow you are pretty stupid. We all got our pants off and you don't what's next? Just open your mouth and say AHHH. We'll take it from there"
Z starts laughing and pulling my pants down. I start squirming
Me – "NO! you cant do this! PLEASE STOP!"
I feel Y's cock against my face. And X comes over and helps Z pull my running shorts off. X sort of holds me down. Keeping my mouth shut I Get a good glimpse of X and Y in front of me. X is black and it shows. His cock is massive. Realistically probably 10 inches. He looked like a real porn star and Y wasn't very far off. Y and Z were white but still pretty decent size. They all had big floppies. Y and Z were probably about 8 inches. What was very noticeable about Y is that he had very large balls. Low hangers and huge.
Y pushes his cock up against my mouth but I keep it shut.
Y – "you are going to be sucking this cock or so help me, we'll double penetrate your ass"
Z – (laughing) "He's gotta a real nice ass!"
My ass is pretty huge, always got compliments on it from girls. They liked it. Never really thought about how a guy might like it. This wasn't looking good.
Y kept pushing his cock against my mouth. X started to rub his massive cock on my face.
I felt the lube hit my ass cheeks. I clinched shut but Z started laughing and pushing his cock against my cheeks slipping his cock in and out of the cheeks easily because of the lube.
Z – "That's good, just keep your ass clinched that way it feels better when I cram it in"
X - "It's not gonna feel good for you though, I suggest you loosen up and you might wanna start sucking on these monsters because they are getting off one way or another. Whether it's your mouth or your ass. If you think you can handle a 10 incher then be my guest. Otherwise you might want to show this dick some attention"
I keep my mouth shut still. Z is about to put in.
Y – "Z, hold on a second. Let's flip him over. "
They all grab me and flip me over. Now im laying on my cuffed hands. I try to keep my legs closed. But X and Z grab my legs. They have MORE hand cuffs!
They hand cuff each leg to some bars on either side of the vehicle. Now my legs are cuffed in a position where im spread open. While im laying on my back. On top of my cuffed hands. Can't really get any worse.
Y gets up on my face and just plops his balls onto my face. His balls are bare. I can feel them. Hot and not quite sweaty but enough that they are sticky. So his bare balls just sort of stick to my face. I'm disgusted.
Y – "Well you gonna open your mouth?"
Z climbs up to my ass. I'm nervous trying to get ready, but Z just pushes it in. I hear him laughing. I let out a grunt of pain and Y pushes the tip of his cock into my mouth. I try to move my head. But I feel hands around my head. Y grabs my head and holds it firmly. As Y pushes his cock down into my face.
He holds firmly as he sinks his cock in. I can barely think, as this is happening Z has pushed into me deep and is already thrusting in and out. Luckily he's not as thick as X or Y, but it still hurts. I'm wincing in pain and trying to breathe.
Y – "You having a hard time breathing?" (still thrusting) "I've got a huge load I haven't released in a month. You are going to regret punching me. I'm gonna make you choke this load down"
I stare up in horror. Bare balls smacking against my face repeatedly. Finally Y slows down. Z is still going to town.
Y – "If you suck my dick I'll stop fucking the back of your throat and I might not even shoot in your mouth. Think you can handle that?"
I am freakin horrified. I don't even really know how to respond do that.
Y – "Here let me help you decide"
Y pushes his cock all the way down my throat. I didn't think that was even possible. I feel it fill the walls of my throat and my nose is buried into his bare balls. And he just holds it for a minute. Then he pulls all the way out. I gasp for air.
Y – "So can you suck this dick? Or do I need to fuck your mouth like that to get my load out? "
Me – "yyyyes"
Y – "Yes you'll suck my dick?"
Me – "yes...."
Y – "well why don't you start with X?, if he tells me the quality is good then I'll let you suck mine instead of fucking the rest of this load out."
X gets up to me. What a fucking monster. He just plops that meat sack onto my face. It's hot. Warm and sticky too.
Y backs off for a little bit. And Z pushes in deep letting out a huge grunt. I feel that he's blowing his load. I can barely think because now X is mounting over my face.
X – "Get these balls wet first"
X lowers his balls onto my lips. Hot sticky and bare too. I hate the smell, and I actually open my mouth and start licking and sucking. I can smell his ass. It's right in my face. These guys were obviously waiting outside for a little while. They are all hot and a little sweaty. Im completely disgusted. X pulls up and brings his enormous cock to my mouth.
X – "Now get this dick wet for me"
I start to suck.
X – "Oh yeah suck that fucking dick good boy."
I am sucking on his dick for a while finally.
Y – "Fuck man, I'm ready for my turn again. He should be sucking my dick anyways. Fucker owes me an apology."
X pulls out and Y steps up to the plate. Y's cock dangling above me
Y – "You know what to do"
Broken. I open my mouth. Not happily, but I know my fate. There is no escaping it, at best I might be able to avoid having to taste the massive load in those inhumanly huge balls of his.
Y – "Oh.... Oh fuck yeah. That's fucking good. Suck that fucking dick. "
X crawls around over to my ass. I don't really think about it at first. Then I feel his hands on my legs. I know Z is done. Z is just kind of there. Making sure I can't really stop anything from happening or squirm too much. Which is a little bit of overkill if you ask me. The realization that X is near my ass with that monster cock though is a bit much to handle. I kinda freak out I little making noise.
Y – "Oh yeah keep yelling, that shit feels awesome on my cock"
I try squirming. Y grabs my head again, very firmly.
Y – "Don't forget you have a fucking dick to suck!"
X – " I forgot to mention I only get off from fucking, but thanks for getting my dick wet"
My eyes widen, there's no way this is happening. It cannot happen!
I feel the head of X's dick press up against my hole. Meanwhile listening to Y grunt like an asshole.
Y – "Oh fuck yeah, FUCK YES"
I try to tense up to get ready.
Y – "So that's how it is? You are gonna just stop sucking? I fucking told you what would happen. If I'm doing all the work then you are swallowing this load"
I try to start sucking. Then I feel it. X pushes his cock in me a little. My eyes widen and I let out a groan of pain. And to make matters worse....
Y – "Oh fuck yeah I feel it coming"
Z starts laughing. I feel it. It's huge, the load is massive and I know it because I can feel Y's cock bubbling against my mouth. Y grabs ahold of my head. I'm thinking. Oh no not this again! And I try to move my head away. But he sinks it down pretty deep to keep me from getting his cock out and starts doing short thrusts to fuck his load out.
I start choking on his cock and X is just pushing in deeper and deeper. Y was thrusting kind of fast but it's starting to slow down. I notice Y's legs trembling a little bit.
Y – "OHHHH FUCKKKKK!"
Y grunts so hard he's practically growling, I feel the surge. Just go into my mouth. I start choking on it. My mouth is over flowing with cum and it's still pumping out of his cock. As he's cumming X is thrusting in and out really fucking me. Im in total ass pain and up top my faces is covered in cum. Y starts doing short thrusts again still squeezing jolts of his load out. There was cum down my throat all in my mouth, all over my face. It was disgusting and I couldn't just spit the taste out because Y wouldn't stop fucking my mouth.
Y – "How's that cum taste fucker? Get used to it cuz I'm just getting ready for another round. Your mouth is mine"
Y keeps fucking and his cock just went from blowing a load. To slightly soft. To rock fucking hard again. X is just going to town.
Then I hear Z
Z – "Guys, this Viagra was a great idea. Are dicks are gonna be raw by morning time."
Z starts laughing. That's all I can hear anymore. Z laughing, this isn't over. It's not even close. This is just their first round, I have quite a few hours left till morning time. I just loose track of everything. This cannot be stopped. I'm not going anywhere. They won, I lost. I accepted it. I sucked and was fucked. I never did like one bit of it, but I had to make it through this dick beat down marathon. At least actively sucking them would relieve some pain. I definitely didn't like the feeling of a cock slamming into the back of my throat so that was it. My only relief in all of this was to suck their cocks to avoid them fucking my tonsils. I was still gonna be fucked repeatedly. I was till going to taste cum all night long a taste I didn't imagine would go away soon. I was still going to have the smell and site of their nether regions burned into my nostrils and mind for quite a long time.
I was defeated. |
19,463 | Wrong Place, Wrong Time | lush_20 | NonConsent/Reluctance | 2020-10-23 | 2020-10-23 | 2022-01-01 15:45:54 | 1 | literotica.com | https://www.literotica.com/s/wrong-place-wrong-time-2 | Caught in a porn producer house, she finds the only way out. | ['Anal', 'Anal Sex', 'Creampie', 'Exhibitionist', 'Gang Bang', 'Gangbang', 'Group', 'Group Sex', 'Non-Con', 'Noncon', 'Wrong Place', 'Wrong Time'] | 4.12 | The summer had just arrived and Sophia was ready to spent her last few weeks at home in the suburbs before moving out to university. She had just turned 19 and could barely wait to leave her parent's house.
Although not very restrictive, her parents did have some annoying rules she had to abide by. One of them seemed particularly weird: do not talk to their next door neighbor.
In Sophia's opinion, there was nothing wrong with this neighbor though. His house was often empty. In fact, she usually only saw activity on it during the summer. Her parents advised her against talking to "those people", whatever that meant, so she never really got too close to them.
One day all of this changed though. The neighbor's house was suddenly packed, and it seemed like they were having a party. There was talking, music and it looked quite fun.
Willing to finally find out what this was all about, Sophia got close enough to the wooden fence that divided their backyards. She stood on her tiptoe and peeked just enough to see what these neighbors were up to.
The shock immediately made her crouch back down.
"Did they see me? I hope not," she thought, her heart racing.
She peeked out again to take a better look, being extra careful this time. Her neighbors were actually having a party, but not just any kind of party. There were eight people in there, and only one of them was a woman. They were all naked, lying around the pool side, on the stretchers and, apparently, they were having an orgy.
Sophia was hypnotized by what she was witnessing. This woman mustn't have been much older than her. She was doing things she had never imagined before. These guys were fucking her one by one, sometimes more than one at the same time. All the while she sucked some other guy's cock.
She couldn't hold her instincts. Her legs were getting weaker and her pussy was getting wet in a way it's never been before. She kept watching it for a few more minutes and after they were done, she rushed to her room to relieve some of her built up tension, and also to search about what they were doing.
After some time on the internet, she found out her neighbor was actually a porn producer, who used this house to film. They did this thing called a "gangbang", which is exactly what Sophia was watching: one woman fucks several guys. Interested, Sophia began searching. She spent the rest of her day fascinated by her findings, and masturbating until she couldn't stand it anymore.
"I need to find out more about this guy," Sophia thought, "and I think I know how."
The next day, early in the morning, she dressed up in a bikini as if she was going to use her swimming pool, to avoid making her parents suspicious that she would be leaving their property. As she reached her backyard, she again peeked up on the fence, over her neighbor's house. There was no activity, neither outside or inside the house.
Carefully and with a lot of effort, she climbed over the fence and dropped down on the other side.
"If they catch me here, they'll probably call the police or something," she thought, "and I don't wanna spent my summer in jail."
Sophia tiptoed on the grass around the rather large swimming pool, approaching the house. There were no signs of anyone inside. She looked through the glass doors to find camera equipment, a laptop and stacks of pictures.
"Oh my God. I must take a look," she thought, so excitedly she ended up saying it out loud.
Sophia slowly put her right hand on the door knob and opened it, "not locked! It's my lucky day!"
She stopped short for a few seconds to make sure she heard no noises inside. When all seemed clear, she approached the table with the equipment. She went first for the laptop, but it was locked with a password. Then she looked through the photos and she found a bunch of random ones, probably the actors and actresses, and some that were taken during the filmings. For Sophia, who grew up as a catholic girl, those were unimaginable acts. But again her instincts took the best of her and she was already getting all wet just looking at the pictures.
Time flew by and when she least expected, she heard voices coming from the front door.
"Oh Shit," Sophia dropped the pictures on the table, doing her best to leave everything as she found, then left through the back door, the way she came.
She ran to the fence trying to jump over to her backyard, but couldn't muster enough strength to climb. Desperate, she began thinking of a place to hide.
"Inside the pool? No, that's stupid. Inside the house is impossible as well, as I don't even know how many people are in there," she was thinking as fast as she could, beginning to panic.
"Ok, calm down. What if I sneak through the side of the house, on the outside, and leave through the front gate? They won't even notice," she thought.
Sounded like a great plan in her head, and she proceeded to execute it. She sneakily walked around the house, making sure to not be visible from any of the windows.
She reached the front yard to find it empty, "everybody must be inside already. Success!"
As she was reaching the gate, she heard a male voice.
"You're early!"
Sophia froze in place.
"We thought you'd come by in like an hour or so. But don't worry, we'll get the crew ready. I'm Rob by the way, I spoke to your agent," and he extended his right hand.
Sophia turned back to see the man right next to her. Not really knowing what to do, she shook his hand.
"Hi, I'm..." and the words failed her.
"Amy, right?" Rob interjected.
"Uh, yes! Amy, that's my name," Sophia replied, as awkward as humanly possible.
"Alright, Amy. Please come in and make yourself comfortable. I see you're already dressed for the summer!"
Sophia then realized she was still wearing her black bikini. It was really warm outside anyway but maybe that was a mistake. Rob was checking her out from head to toe.
"Y-yeah, you know. The warm and stuff," Sophia said, immediately regretting it.
"The warm and stuff? Who the hell says that?" She thought, willing to disappear from that situation as soon as possible.
"So, were you expecting someone?" She asked, trying to find a way out of this house without admitting she was trespassing.
Rob looked back at her with a funny expression on his face, "uh, yeah! You, duh!"
Sophia began to realize what was happening. He must have been waiting for an actress for his next film.
"I uh... yeah, this may be a big mistake you know..."
But before she could finish, he invited her to their backyard. The production crew was ready to go. There were six guys there, plus Rob.
"I'll be behind the cameras, ok? And these are your coworkers: Jacob, Mat, Dan, Zac, Caleb and Evan," he said as he pointed at each of them. They were all young, fit men. Sophia was actively trying to not be horny, and wondering if she should go ahead with this or not. But her consciousness got the best of her.
"You know, I'm not really a porn actress," she said, her voice as weak as it could be.
"What?" Evan asked.
"I'm not a porn actress," she repeated, louder this time.
There was a moment of silence, then sympathetic laughter.
"Sure baby, we got a lot of first timers around here. Don't worry, we'll make sure you feel comfortable, ok?" Evan said.
"We're rolling, right?" Jacob asked.
"5 minutes ago," Rob said.
Sophia froze in place, "I can't admit I was trespassing. What if I get arrested? What will my parents say? What if I lose my college admission? What if..."
But by then she was being handled to lie down on a stretcher by the pool, with all six guys around her.
"You look damn fine, honey. Much better than in the pics," Jacob said, caressing her firm, young boobs.
"Maybe because I'm not the person in the photo," she thought.
The other men began groping her body, each finding their favorite spot. Zac got down close to her face and caressed her hair, which made her feel more comfortable. Then he pulled his already hard cock out, held her hair in her hands and directed her to his dick.
She knew what he expected but didn't quite know how to do it right. She tried her best to put his cock in her mouth and massage it with her tongue. Then, she began moving it in and out of her mouth.
"I- not a porn," she tried to say it through the cock in her mouth, "can't do dis."
Somebody untied her bikini top and she closed her eyes out of shame.
"You're beautiful, did you know that?" Somebody said it, but she didn't know who. Hearing that was really uplifting for Sophia, who was never one to receive such compliments often.
Soon, she had hands squeezing and caressing each of her boobs. She instinctively put her hand over theirs, as if trying to stop, but slowly let them play. The tingling sensation on her tits and the feeling of being so exposed was too intense to consciously try to stop it.
Then, she felt a hand move down her lower stomach right into her bikini bottom. She looked down, still with Zac's cock in her mouth and saw a hand sliding down inside her bikini, over her vulva, her trimmed pubes until the middle finger found her clit. She squeezed her legs together at the feeling, then eased up and slowly spread them apart.
As her bottom was also untied, she became completely naked on the stretcher. All she could think about was the fact that every guy was gazing at her carefully trimmed innie pussy. Most of them were also naked, and she took another dick in her mouth. She didn't know who that one was, but apparently that was in her job description.
Dan positioned himself between her legs and teased her by rubbing her cock on her pussy.
"Sowy bu- I'm no..." she tried to protest again, but nobody could understand what she was saying with a cock in her mouth.
She was already so wet that while playing around with her pussy, Dan accidentally slip his dick inside, making her moan loudly.
"Hope my parents don't hear me," she thought.
Dan continued to fuck her, slowly, as Sophia enjoyed every push. Being exposed to so many guys willing to fuck her was such an exhilarating feeling ever. She reached out to grab the nearest hard cock and began stroking it. Meanwhile, she felt the cock in her mouth begin pulsating and then shooting a warm goo inside her mouth. She didn't want to swallow, so she let it drip down her chin and boobs.
As Dan left her pussy, the next guy took his place and, one by one, they all fucked her for a little while. Sophia was in heaven experiencing each type of cock she could imagine, feeling like the biggest whore, but at the same time that was the best feeling in the world. Somebody came on her face and hair, and she didn't even mind cleaning it up. The next cumshot in her mouth she carefully made sure to swallow it all, receiving praise from whoever that person was.
Jacob suddenly told her to get up. She did, as he laid down on the stretcher. With both his strong hands, he held her thin waist and pulled her down on his cock. But this time, he directed it at her ass.
"I, uh, don't..." Sophia tried to protest, but it was too late. Jacob was already deep inside her ass. She moaned in pain and pleasure, then started going up and down.
Before she could understand what was going on, Jacob pulled her back and Evan put his dick inside her pussy.
"Double penetrated? I'm a fucking whore!" Sophia thought, unable to believe her eyes.
This time, each guy took as long as they wanted with her and came in her pussy, one by one. Deep inside, outside, didn't matter. Finally, Jacob came deep in her ass.
As she got up, she took a good look at herself. Naked, cum covered face, boobs, sticky hair. Her pussy was pure white goo, dripping down her thighs. She looked at the camera and smiled shily.
"Cut! We're done here, good job everyone." Rob said as he put the camera aside.
"You can shower if you want, Amy. Don't forget your bikini," he said.
"Yeah, uh, sure," she said.
She quickly dressed up on her bikini, not minding all the cum accumulated on her and walked out as fast as she could, walking back to her house.
"Your payment will be..." Rob shouted but she couldn't hear, as she was already too far. |
19,464 | Wrong Room, Hard Lesson | ladyfreak | NonConsent/Reluctance | 2010-06-17 | 2010-06-17 | 2022-01-01 15:45:55 | 1 | literotica.com | https://www.literotica.com/s/wrong-room-hard-lesson | A cocktease learns the hard way. | ['Anal', 'Bondage', 'Cocktease', 'Force', 'Forced', 'Gang', 'Hard Lesson', 'Latex', 'Multiple', 'Oral', 'Wrong Room'] | 4.09 | Hi my name is Tiffany and I'm 23 years old. I've been told I'm hot and well, to be honest, when I get all dolled up for clubs, I do turn heads. I have long black hair down to the middle of my back. Men seem to like my shapely body. My measurements you wonder? 34D-24-32, so yeah I guess they have a reason to stare and I love it when they do. As a matter of fact I've always made sure I am the center of attention.
My hubby and I finally had a night out and a baby sitter for the entire evening. So we decided to venture out to one of the many Gothic Fetish nights we know, booking a room at the local Radisson. A delightful place, with a rather large bar area of it's own.
I got all dolled up in my Latex Asian dress. It had a tiny skirt that barely covered my ass and it showed my cleavage delightfully, pushing them up to make them look even bigger. We headed out to the club and sadly, it was closed; I guess a water pipe broke and we did not see the post. That sucks big time, I thought. So we headed back to our hotel figuring we may as well have some fun, it wasn't often we had a babysitter.
As we walked by the bar room a table full of black guys were gawking at me something fierce. So I grabbed hubby's hand and decided we should go in for some dancing and a few drinks. The bouncers looked me up and down as they checked our I.D's. I absolutely love clubs with bouncers, they are a cock teaser's best friend. Always there to tell the creeps to back off.
So I got out on the dance floor and started shaking my ass , as usual. The table of gawkers started to hoot and holler, that just made me move to the music more, grinding the air and really getting into it. A few times they tried to approach me and when I made it clear I had no interest in them, the bouncers sat them back down. I just dropped my head, kept dancing and laughed. Then hubby motioned for me to come over and I strut off the dance floor still laughing. I always got hubby extra horny when I made the natives horny. So it was off to our room for us.
Little did I know, hubby had packed away our toys for the trip as well. When we got back in he began to unpack some of our restraints, gags, blindfolds and other various toys I so loved him to use on me. I began to unzip my thigh high boots and he stopped me.
"No no no," he said "You look good enough to fuck, lets keep it that way." he said laughing. Within minutes he had me blindfolded and gagged. Next came the thigh restraints, connected to my wrists, then he used his belt to go around my arms and under my breasts pushing them up nicely. He was walking me backwards, unable to see a thing, when I felt a crunch under my boot heel.
"Crap" he exclaimed as he pushed me back the rest of the way and I fell onto the bed wiggling around. "The keycard, you just broke it, damn it."
I sighed, the hotel used cards to let guests in and I guess I'd stepped on ours. He turned me over quickly so I was bent over the bed with my knees on the floor. Then he tied ropes around my knees and pulled them open wide to the beds feet, securing them. He reached down and cut my undies off of me. Just when I thought we were gonna play he stood up.
"Since you broke the card you can sit here horny while I go get a new one." he laughed at me as I wiggled trying to complain. With that he actually LEFT me like this, I could feel my pussy dripping already as the door shut.
Jesus it seemed like forever, how long was it. Then I heard voices and footsteps in the hallway. It sounded like the gawkers and they sounded real drunk. I heard a bump on the door and I jumped a bit startled.
"Wrong door asshole," one of them exclaimed. Then my heart must have stopped for what seemed like forever. I heard the door fling open hard. He didn't fucking close it all the way, is all I had time to think. "Whoah, HOLY shit guys," I heard one of them yell "Get the fuck in here." I heard a rush of footsteps entering the room. "It's that fucking cocktease, what the fuck."
One of them tried to talk reason to them "Guys let's just go."
There was silence for a minute then another blurted out "What you want to pass up fucking this piece of meat?"
The one that was reasoning, or I thought he was started laughing "Hell no." he yelled. Then I heard the door shut.
"Lock the bolt so no one can bug us." One of them ordered.
I heard them and could feel the footsteps on the floor as they came nearer to me. "Well well well cocktease, looks like your gonna get your fill tonight."
They all started laughing taunting me. I tried to object but the gag was in tight. Suddenly I felt a hand cup my pussy and I shivered. I was dripping and horny as hell and now he knew it too. "Holy shit girl, your one wet slut aren't you?" he said mocking me.
Then fingers where crammed in me quickly, stirring inside of me. My hips started to gyrate on their own.
"We ... we can't do this man, it's rape." one of them stuttered.
From the distance I'd guess the guy fingering me answered. "Well if she begs for it on that cam of yours is it rape then?" he laughed. I could feel myself coming close to an orgasm.
"I guess not, But how the hell we gonna get her to beg?"
I felt the hot air of someone's breath near my pussy as the fingers were pulled out , then a tongue dancing up my thighs.
'FUCK' I screamed in my head. My legs were quivering and I was panting into the gag as my breasts heaved in and out. My head was thrashing, god they had to stop this.
"Try this," I barely heard another say over my own panting.
Then I heard it, the sound of my favorite vibe. This thing had so much vibration we used to call it the jackhammer. Then it touched my lips and my whole body shock hard, held tight by the ropes on my knees. Then he yanked it back, he repeated it over and over, barely grazing my pussy lips as I thrashed, my cunt dripping down my thighs now. My breathing was hard as drool escaped out of the gag.
Then the room was silent as the vibe was shut of and one of the said "Shhhh." Minutes passed as I kept panting, my cunt ready to explode at the merest brush, I had to get off so bad my head was aching. I started to try and rub myself with the bed, arching my back to push my pussy into it. I managed to get it touching, and just as I started to writhe against it. My hips were grabbed and pulled back.
"You want it?" someone whispered. I bit down on the gag, then I felt fingers sliding up my thighs. "You want it in here, you want to get fucked so you can cum right whore?"
I almost exploded as the fingers traced upward and I began nodding my head yes yes yes.
"You ready to beg for it bitch?" Unknown to me he had his friend ready with a cam to start as soon as he prompted him to. I nodded again, dripping with sweat as I could feel his rock hard cock brushing my lips. I needed to cum bad.
"Ok I'm going to take this gag out now, when I do, all you have to do is say yes please, and you can cum. Understand slut?"
My pussy was on fire, I had to cum NOW. I nodded yes, my head shaking quickly. I felt the straps on the gag release as my clit pulsed harder in anticipation of an orgasm. At this point I am guessing he motioned for the video to start.
"Do you want us to fuck your holes whore?" he said loudly.
I was panting hard now, as I nodded.
"Answer me, do you want us to fuck your holes now whore?"
I stammered out "Y...yes please," but not loud enough it seemed.
"Louder!" he demanded.
"YES PLEASE" I ended up yelling. Just then I felt it, his cock tore into my soaking wet cunt, it must have been at least 10" and rather thick. It reached so deep inside on the first stroke I was jolted off the floor an inch. I immediately exploded and started to cum on his cock, as I began moaning louder and louder.
"Shut her up." the one fucking me ordered, I felt someone climb on the bed in front of me and then my moaning mouth was shoved down onto another cock as I gagged on it, it must have been at least 9" long, I was still trying to moan but the sounds were muffled, sending vibrations through the cock in my mouth.
Here I was tied down tight as my body was used as a fucktoy and all I could do is keep cumming. I tried to stop myself, but couldn't, each thrust into me made me want more, my cunt was squirting and covering the cock inside of me as my mouth bobbed harder on the cock using it. I was aware that there were more then just these two in the room, I had no clue how many though and as I tried to wrap my head around it all, my body quaked with yet another, stronger orgasm. As my body bucked and squirmed as it ran through my body like a wave, I slammed my own head down, gagging myself on the cock in it, the back of my head being grabbed and held down to keep me form moving away.
"So ya lil cocktease, how do you like being filled up now?" someone said as the room echoed with laughter.
My cunt was throbbing as it stretched around the cock shoved deep inside me, with each pulse it gripped the cock harder. They could see my starving body eating it all up, and each time I reacted they pumped harder.
"Bitch you better start working harder, if you're lucky we won't make you get us all off twice," he laughed "If any of us get hard again though, you'll be in for round two for sure."
With that I quickly recalled how long hubby stays hard after his first round, I started bobbing up and down on the cock and moving my hips to meet each thrust.
"Untie the lil cocktease, if she tries to fight, we'll just post this video on the net," the guy ramming my pussy said. I felt my knees being untied, then my wrists released. I knew what I had to do and I was pushed so far over the edge, I was dying to do it.
To be continued |
19,465 | Wrong Room, Right Key | Don Grampa | NonConsent/Reluctance | 2003-08-22 | 2003-08-22 | 2022-01-01 15:45:56 | 1 | literotica.com | https://www.literotica.com/s/wrong-room-right-key | He made the mistake; she pays the price. | ['Condom Covered Prick', 'Deep Penetration', 'Forced Sex', 'Hairy', 'Hands And Knees', 'Non-Concent', 'Oral Sex', 'Payback Time', 'Right Key', 'Stiff Cock', 'Sweaty Bodies', 'Wrong Room'] | 4.37 | _I owe a debt of gratitude to SexySoBeChick for her help in editing. She has been extremely helpful to me in making my stories better and more readable. Your comments about this tale would be most appreciated. Thanks!_
*****
"Oh my God!" gasped the naked goddess before covering her mouth with her hand. Having been awakened from a sound sleep, her eyes were wide and her pupils huge as she abruptly sat up in the king-sized bed. Completely oblivious to the fact that her bare breasts were on display, she removed her hand and continued, "Please, don't hurt me. I'll do anything you say. Only please . . . please don't hurt me."
An electrical engineer by trade, Ken Thompson was trained to be a problem- solver. He knew when assessing a situation, the most important thing was to keep his mouth shut until he had all the facts. It was clearly obvious-at least to him anyway-that he was in the wrong room. His eyes quickly scanned the room-there was a single open suitcase next to the TV set, a bra draped over the back of a straight-backed chair, a single pair of low-heeled pumps on the floor, and a skirt and jacket hung next to his shoulder. From where he stood just inside the door, he could also see a small travel case on the bathroom countertop and a pair of pantyhose hanging over the shower-curtain rod.
Ken had just flicked the light switch on and taken two steps into the room when the woman had been startled awake. With the only light in the room coming from behind him, he figured he probably looked very intimidating to the woman in the bed. Although a long way from being drunk, Ken had been drinking and that more than likely contributed to his decision to take advantage of the situation. Besides, the woman in the bed was extremely attractive.
Reaching back, he quickly turned the door's deadbolt and attached the security chain. Then he faced the woman and said in a calm clear voice, "Get up and come over here."
The woman slowly placed her feet on the floor, stood, and tentatively walked toward the strange man who had invaded her room. Her knees felt weak and she could feel tears streaming down her cheeks as she choked back a sob. She couldn't believe this was happening. At thirty-two years of age, she was a single, successful, smart CPA with her own company. She was only in town, because, during the coming week, she was scheduled to audit a high-tech aeronautics firm. Above all else, she wanted to survive this incident and she knew the best way to achieve that goal was to cooperate with this stranger with unknown intentions. She'd had a rape fantasy for as long as she could remember, but now that she was facing the possibility of the real thing, she was scared half to death.
Ken couldn't believe how closely the woman resembled his idea of the perfect female. Her dark, wavy hair was cut to just below her ears and a dark nest of pubic hair showed through her thin, high-cut, white panties-the only garment she wore. Quite thin, her shoulders and collarbone prominent, her ribs easily defined, her stomach flat, it was obvious that she was an active individual and took care of herself. Though her breasts weren't large, they swayed seductively as she walked towards him on long, well-toned legs.
"Turn around and place your hands on your head," Ken said when she finally reached him and she complied without hesitation. He placed his hands on her thighs and began slowly moving them upward, over her hips, her waist, her ribs . . . until they rested just beneath her breasts.
"Oh God, please don't hurt me. You're not going to hurt me, are you?"
"Not as long as you continue to cooperate and do just as I tell you," Ken said. "What's your name?"
"Rebecca."
"Well, Rebecca, what do you think is going to happen here tonight?" Ken asked, running his hands back down her body to her firm belly, then around to her ass, feeling her taut skin through the smooth undergarment. When his hands went back up her sides, he could feel the nervous sweat leaking from her armpits. Returning to her breasts, he firmly gripped her nipples between his thumbs and forefingers.
"Oh God, are you going to rape me?" Rebecca asked.
"Technically, it could probably be called rape," Ken said. Up to this point, Ken had just been playing a game with the cute gal. Never in his life had he considered having sex with a woman against her will, but now-with this hot woman so available-he was getting more sexed up by the second. "But I prefer to think of it as fucking. I plan on fucking you and having you fuck me back. How does that sound to you, Rebecca?"
"I'll do anything you say. Only please, don't bruise me or hurt me, okay?"
Over the years, Rebecca had had more than her share of lovers. Some had been sweet and gentle while others had been rude and crude. But she hadn't really ever experienced the kind of lover she preferred-strong, masterful, assertive, and confident. Most of the men she'd known had lacked the ability to look in her eye and tell her exactly what they wanted.
She'd never been raped nor been in a situation where she feared she might be raped, but she'd often played out various scenarios over and over in her mind about being taken against her will. Her favorite fantasy involved being raped while blindfolded and tied-up spread eagle. The fantasy was so powerful she could almost achieve orgasm without even touching her genitals. So she really didn't understand her fear about her present situation and was mentally kicking herself for being so scared and pitiful.
Ken had developed an erection that threatened to burst from his pants. He ran his hands back down the firm body of the beautiful creature before him, letting one hand slide under the elastic in the front of her panties, threading his finger through her soft, wavy pubic hair. At the same time, the other hand had slid inside the back, his fingers delving between her firm ass cheeks. He pushed both hands down even further, forcing the panties to slide down over his wrists until his fingers met at the moist opening of her vagina. One finger just barely penetrated her vagina while another finger of the other hand teased the puckered opening of her anus.
"Take these panties off and get on your hands and knees on the bed. I want that ass way up in the air."
Rebecca turned to her nemesis and pleaded, "I have some condoms in my case in the bathroom. I'll fuck you back if you use a rubber. Okay?" She hated the thought of unprotected sex with a stranger. Pregnancy wasn't nearly as scary as an STD.
Ken's thoughts were the same as Rebecca's and he was thrilled she obviously wanted sex as much as he did. "You get yourself ready for the screwing of your life. I'll get the protection."
Rebecca wasn't feeling nearly as scared as she had been earlier. This guy was really quite good-looking. About her own age, he was tall-over six feet, she guessed-with dark curly hair and a strong physical presence. She didn't find his large hands and long finger as surprising as the fact that his nails were impeccably clean and neatly manicured.
She got up on the bed as instructed and peering back between her spread legs, she watched him undress. A thin layer of dark hair circled his nipples and coated his well-defined chest before traveling down the middle of his rippled stomach, outlining his navel, and continuing down until it joined his pubic hair. Rebecca sucked in a breath when she saw the huge cock sticking straight out from the mass of tight curls at his groin. She continued to watch with amazement as he rolled a condom over his cock and climbed on the bed behind her.
Clenching her ass cheeks and biting her lip in anticipation of his cock invading her exposed pussy, she was startled when she felt his breath, his tongue, and then his lips stroke her labia. The attack on her most sensitive area was such an unexpected shock to her nervous system she couldn't stop herself from crying out.
"Oh! Ooooh! Oh my God! What are you doing?" she asked even though she knew damn well what he was doing. Rebecca couldn't get her mind to believe that a rapist would orally assault her as this man was now doing. While he ravished her with his tongue offensive, he slid one hooked finger into her vagina and strummed her clit at the same time.
As an intense orgasm washed over her, Rebecca had to pull herself away from his wicked pleasuring of her nether region. Cupping her sex with her hand, she rolled over onto her back and pulled her knees up to her chest.
"Stick it in," she whispered, pulling apart the lips of her pussy and offering herself completely to this handsome stranger.
Slowly, Ken inserted his rock hard baton into the slick tunnel that was open and waiting for him. When he bottomed out, he could feel the head of his cock nudge the opening of her cervix through the thin condom. Rebecca let the air out of lungs in a long sigh of ecstasy and he lowered his lips to hers, claiming them in a passionate kiss. She kissed him back, savoring her own taste and fragrance as their tongues clashed and explored one another.
Lost in a world of rapture, Ken exploded inside her, feeling the velvet fingers of this wondrous woman's vagina clench and clutch his rock hard pole. He continued sawing in and out of the remarkable woman, emptying a second load of his sperm into the condom covering his cock. As the blood drained from his softening cock, a feeling of shame overtook him. He couldn't believe what he had done. He had just raped a woman. Yes, entering her room had been an honest mistake, but then he'd taken advantage of the situation and had sex with her without her permission.
Quickly, he got up and dressed, saying over and over again, "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm so sorry. I didn't plan on raping you. Please forgive me. Please...I'm sorry." And he was out the door.
Only half listening to the stranger's rambling apology, Rebecca watched through half-closed eyes as he left. Once he was gone, she poured the spunk out of the used condom he'd left lying on her stomach, rubbing the contents around and through her pubic hair. Sucking on her moist fingers, she thought to herself that the taste wasn't too bad.
Taking a deep breath, Rebecca thought if one had to get raped, it could have been a whole lot worse. The sex had actually been kind of fun. She decided that the experience hadn't been all that traumatic. Well, it had-but not in an alarming sort of way. Then and there, she also decided to never say anything to anybody about it. She'd just lock the memory away for her own pleasure.
After a shower, she slept peacefully. However, she did double lock her door and securely fasten the chain before crawling back into bed.
When Ken got back to his own room-the right room this time, thank God-he also showered and climbed into bed, but unlike Rebecca, he wasn't able to fall asleep. The conflict between memories of an out-of-this-world sexual experience and guilt from having committed sexual assault keep his mind racing most of the night.
The next morning, however, he was early to his meeting at Wright Avionics where he was part of a new team to plan the future for the firm. He was sitting all alone in the conference room still feeling guilty about the night before when, to his astonishment, Rebecca walked into the room. He wanted to crawl under the table. He prayed his heart would stop beating and he'd die immediately. That didn't happen, so he slowly stood up.
"Well, well, well . . . I do believe we've met, but have not been formally introduced. I'm Rebecca Chase. And you are?"
"I . . . I . . . I don't know what to say," Ken stammered.
"Don't say anything, asshole. Just tell me your name, then I'll do the talking."
"I'm Ken Thompson. I'm the Project Engineer and I'm sorry."
"Well, you're sorry all right. You're about the sorriest piece of shit I've ever had the misfortune to encounter. You should be strung up by your balls and have your asshole reamed by a red-hot poker. What you did to me was inexcusable. I know you think you're sorry, but sorry isn't good enough. I don't know what to think or feel. I probably hate your guts, but I want to think about it. In the mean time, stay as far away from me as possible. Don't even talk to me until I tell you otherwise."
Rebecca was thinking it might be best if she gave up this project, but the money was great and her firm really didn't have another job lined up. So, it was either stay and work-or go without any income for awhile. The same thoughts were going through Ken's head and he decided to plead his case.
"Please, forgive me. What I did was completely out of character for me. I'd very much like to work with you and try to convince you that the man you met last night was not the real Ken Thompson. Please, give me another chance. But if you prefer, I'll resign from this project and get out of your sight forever."
Rebecca looked long and hard at Ken and finally decided he was sincere. "All right, we'll start over and see how it goes. I'm not promising anything and I may yet change my mind. Just keep away from me."
By the end of the day, Rebecca was starting to like Ken and had enjoyed working with him. Intelligent and hard working, he had shown respect to everyone they'd come in contact with during the course of business. When they'd finished for the day, they were the only two people left in the conference room.
"May I buy you dinner?" Ken asked, hoping he could get this beautiful creature to forgive him for his unforgivable behavior.
"All right," Rebecca replied after thoroughly considering Ken's contrite expression. "I want to go back to my room and freshen up. I'll meet you in the hotel lobby at eight o'clock."
Conversation during dinner was light and not very personal. They talked about the job and what needed to be done during the coming week. Rebecca had some red wine with her pasta, but Ken had vowed to himself that he'd never drink alcohol of any type ever again. Ken tried several different times during dinner to apologize, but Rebecca didn't want to talk about it.
They shared an elevator to their rooms, which Rebecca found out were right across the hall from each other. They said goodnight and went to their respective rooms.
Ken had just drifted off to sleep when the light in his room snapped on and a female voice said, "All right, asshole, get out of that bed and stand up."
He was buck-ass naked, but he immediately got up and stood by the bed.
"Come over here and put your hands on your head." Once in front of her, she said, "Turn around and face the other way."
Her soft hands touched his hips and slowly crept up his body, rubbing his pectorals and gently pulling on his chest hair. As her hands moved down over his stomach, his manhood swiftly rose to attention, so when her hands met his penis, it was stiff and ready for action.
"Get on the bed, Ken. On your hands and knees." Rebecca smiled as he assumed the position and watched her through his spread legs while she removed her clothes.
"Does this mean I'm forgiven?"
"Not yet, lover boy. Roll over on your back and put your hands behind your head. Stay that way until I tell you that you can move."
In a state of sexual overload, Ken ogled Rebecca's elongated nipples as her breasts swayed in front of him. Her nude body was fabulous and he wanted to feel and taste her luscious flesh once again.
Rebecca relished the wonderfully musky smell of male arousal and admired the muscular body stretched out before her. Ken was obviously a very active and physical person. His penis was long and straight and although it didn't look overly thick, she found her hand could barely close around it. When she leaned over to taste the fluid oozing from the head, she found its flavor as delightful as she remembered.
Rebecca had been palming the condom she'd removed from its wrapper and now put it in her mouth. With both hands firmly resting on his powerful thighs, she leaned back down to his rock hard prick. Using only her mouth, she rolled the condom onto his shaft, deep-throating him in the process. Then she scooted up his body and slowly lowered her lubricated vagina onto his erection.
As she began the familiar rocking motion of the ancient mating dance, all she said was, "You're forgiven." |
19,466 | Wrong Ship, New Life | Trapid | NonConsent/Reluctance | 2010-09-09 | 2010-09-09 | 2022-01-01 15:45:56 | 1 | literotica.com | https://www.literotica.com/s/wrong-ship-new-life | Kia ends up on ship bound for new island colony. | ['Colony', 'Island', 'Mdom', 'New Life', 'Wrong Ship'] | 4.07 | Kia sat huddled in the corner of the storage tent, her eyes streaming tears. Her thoughts drifted to the recent events that had led her to be on this ghastly island. The attack on her village, her fathers body lying limp on the floor, the voyage upon the ship. From the start nothing had gone right.
Kia was your average 18 year old girl. She stood dainty at just over 5 foot and her dirt blonde hair framed her angel face perfectly. Her eyes were that of cut blue sapphires and her button nose complimented her full lips. Considered the village beauty, Kia had remained single, waiting for her prince to one day come and whisk her away from the dull county of where she lived.
The idea of an attack on the village was considered unlikely so they were unprepared for when the savages attacked. They came in the middle of the night, torches blazing. Kia had been returning from her late night walk when she saw the smoke billowing from the houses. Bodies of her people were strewn across the roads. She ran frantically to her home, stumbling blindly in the darkness. Inside she found the body of her father lying in the kitchen, blood staining his shirt. She couldn't stay there, she'd be found for sure. Her thin top and skirt would not do for travelling. She ran to her father's room, grabbed one of his shirts and ran out of the back door. She turned away from her village and ran as fast as she could, never looking back.
Her plan had been to smuggle herself aboard a ship to America. However, her timing couldn't of been worse. She had landed herself on a ship of 200 prisoners destined to colonize a newly discovered island. The captain of the ship was a former navy officer and had hired 30 crew men to help bring order to the island as well as organise the prisoners. Any prisoner seen to be safe was put on the ship. It was crowded below deck, men and women were split into cells separated by iron bars. No one had enough room to breathe. The stench from the unwashed bodies was unbearable. Kia had smuggled herself in with the food storage. She fed when necessary, only coming out from her hiding spot when no one was around. The voyage took several days but eventually the call that land had been sighted rang out across the ship.
The island was small when viewed from the ship. Kia peered through a porthole at the island, realising all too late what she had got herself in to. The unloading process was slow as all the prisoners were accounted for and told where to go. Kia climbed into one of the barrels just in time as two men came in to unpack the food. She felt herself being lifted and carried off the ship before being placed with the rest of the storage. The hours passed as the rest of the ship was unloaded and tents were assembled. People began to sort themselves into tents as the light slowly faded and food began to be prepared for the evening meal. Kia climbed quietly out of the barrel and huddled in the back corner of the food tent. The murmur of people outside could be heard as they ate and talked the night away.
When everyone had finished eating, the murmur of conversation began to change. Soon screams could be heard as the prisoners began to take control. Kia peered out from under the tent wall and the scene that met her eyes caused her to gasp in shock. Everywhere men had women on their backs, enjoying their first real night of freedom. The officer and his men could only stand back and watch as men chased woman across the island, taking them against their will. Kia heard shuffling outside the tent she was in. She had to move, what if they found her?
Before she realised what she was doing she was on her feet and sliding out the back of the tent. Before her lay the ocean in all it's midnight glory. The waves moved slowly up the sand. She looked around, to her left a forest loomed up; the trees would at least hide her for the night. Quickly she ran towards the trees, it wasn't far, she's be there soon if she just kept running.
She ran slightly into the trees to make sure that no one could see her. The dark and gloom of the forest surrounded her, fear rose up in her belly. Looking back, the colony was awash with flesh. How could this happen? The colony was supposed to be a new beginning for these people, where their past sins could be forgotten, and here they were committing yet another crime. Turning away she walked into the trees, she had to find shelter for the night.
A snap of a twig behind her caught her attention. Spinning around her sapphire eyes met soft brown ones hidden beneath shaggy black hair. The man was well built, Kia wondered if she even came up to his shoulders. He was shirtless, wearing only a pair of ripped black breaches. His chest was toned and his arm muscles bulged beneath his skin.
Kia was held motionless by his eyes. The smile upon his lips and the slight bulge in his trousers told her his intentions. Even if she ran fast, she knew she'd never out run him, but she had to try. Quickly she turned and darted into the trees, her bare feet struggling on the harsh ground. The twigs and brambles snagged at her legs but the adrenaline in her body kept her from feeling the sting. She knew he was following; his heavy footsteps fell on the ground not far behind her. He was fast but her size made it easy to dodge between the trees and to her luck she was creating a greater distance between them. Hoping to get away before her energy ran out, Kia dodged sharply to her left, taking a different path. Hoping he would be so far behind that he wouldn't see her turn. After about 40 feet she turned left again and headed back towards the entrance to the forest. If her plan worked she would come out not far from the colony and then she would decide what to do once she got there. She wasn't sure if the man had followed her, his footsteps were no longer pounding behind her but she couldn't risk turning around to check. Looking ahead she saw the trees clear, she was nearing the edge of the forest, the familiar sound of the breaking waves reaching her ears.
Running out of the trees she glanced around, where was the colony? It couldn't have moved. Yet here she was staring out at the ocean, no people or tents in sight. Maybe she hadn't run in the direction she thought she had. Footsteps brought her back to focus and she glanced around to see the man breaking clear of the trees. Turning she ran along the edge of the forest, there had to be somewhere she could hide. Lost in her thoughts her foot caught on an open tree root. She let out a screech as she fell roughly onto the floor. Before she could even begin to scramble up the weight of a foot pressed down into her lower back. She squirmed about, trying to work her way free. She felt the weight on her back shift as a strong hand replaced his foot. His warm breath tickled the back of her neck.
"You don't half put up a good chase, hey little one? I might have been chasing you all night if you hadn't fallen. Must say I'm glad that you did though. It's been a long time since I've had a beauty like you."
A blush warmed her cheeks as his laughter met her ears. The hand on her back slipped down to her hip and gently rolled her to face him. Her eyes followed his gaze as he glanced over her, his hand trailing lightly over her stomach, rising to rest below her neck. Holding her chin with his hand he bent down to catch her lips with his. His other hand moving to cup her face and draw her deeper into the kiss. Kia was helpless; her thoughts lost in the feeling of his lips on hers. His tongue gently teased open her lips, darting in to tangle with her own. A moan escaped her lips as his hand found her breast. Gripping the top of her shirt, he yanked down causing the thin cotton to rip in two. His lips left hers to kiss a trail down her jaw, moving past her neck to place gentle kisses on her chest. His mouth engulfed her already hardened nipple, causing her to gasp in pleasure as he worked her skirt down and off her legs. This couldn't be happening, she had to stop it. Planting her hands on his shoulders she shoved hard, pushing away from him and giving herself enough gap to crawl out from underneath him. A strong arm encircled her waist and pulled her back against his bare chest, the rip in her shirt giving him a view of her cleavage. He suckled on the sensitive skin at her nape, anchoring her with his arm as she wriggled under his pursuits. The cold night air worked it's way through her thin shirt causing goose bumps to form over her smooth skin. She shivered as he rolled over, trapping her underneath him. His warm hand caressing her thigh, rising slowly to touch her curls. Kia struggled helplessly against his advances but soon stopped, realising it was pointless. His hand cupped her mound, a finger slipping down through her lips. He found what he was seeking and slowly pushed one finger in causing a moan to escape her mouth. Working it's way slowly in and out before another joined it causing Kia to wriggle in discomfort. His other hand shifted beneath her to gently caress her left breast, pinching her nipple every so often. Kia bit down on her lip, willing herself to ignore the feelings his hands were creating. His head moved close to hers. His breath tickling her ear.
"You may put up a good fight little one, but you can't deny that you like this."
His deep voice sent a shiver through her spine, he was right, an ache was growing between her thighs and she knew only one thing could cure it. Reaching behind her, she ran her hand over the large bulge in his trousers, feeling it jump beneath her touch. He shifted off her slightly so she could turn over. His hand returning to her breast while his other helped her in untying his breaches. Once undone she curiously pulled them down, she'd never seen a man naked before but from talking with the other girls in her village she could tell that he was very large. His deep laugh met her ears as he noticed the fear on her face.
"It will hurt at first little one but don't worry, I'll make it as pleasurable as possible."
He spread her legs with his knees before aligning himself. Her weak attempts to push him away did nothing to stop the inevitable. He thrust into her a couple of inches causing her to scream out. His mouth covering hers with a passionate kiss, silencing her cries of pain. Thrusting again he penetrated a couple more inches. He felt her barrier press against him. Withdrawing nearly all the way he thrust hard into her tearing through her barrier until his pelvis rested against hers. He waited, allowing Kia to adjust to the uncomfortable feeling of him inside her.
"Relax, fighting it will only cause you pain little one."
As Kia's cries subsided into soft whimpers he slowly began to move again. Inching nearly all the way out before thrusting back in. Soon the pain was gone and had been replaced with pleasure. Kia began to move with him, coming up to meet his thrusts. He sped up causing her to cry out in pleasure. It was like nothing she'd ever felt before. He settled into a rhythm, adjusting the depth of his thrusts every once and a while. Causing Kia to scream out in pleasure. He sensed she was close and kept up the pace. Biting and licking his was down her neck to latch onto her left nipple. This sent Kia over the edge. Her body tensed, her back arching off the ground. She clamped down on him, causing him to come deep within her. His body shaking as he rested his weight on top of her.
After what seemed like hours but was really only minutes, Kia positioned her head so her mouth was next to his ear.
"Am I to know your name?" she whispered.
"James" he smiled, kissing her softly on the forehead.
He rolled off of her, but kept an arm firmly locked around her waist, taking her with him till she lay against his side. His eyes fell shut as sleep overtook him. She wanted to say more but found that she had very little energy to do so. Following his example she rested her head on his chest and dozed off under the night sky.
Kia awoke to the sensation of fingers trailing slowly over her cheek. Opening her eyes she gazed up at those familiar brown eyes as the events of last night came flooding back to her. The scenes at the colony, being chased through the forest and finally... Oh god what had she done! Shaking off the remnants of sleep from her head she sat up suddenly.
"Morning little one. Sleep well?" James sat up bringing his face close to hers.
"How is one to sleep well after being raped and forced to lie next to the perpetrator all night long?" Kia remarked, edging away from him.
"Ah, so we're back to the feisty lass again are we? If I remember correctly you were participating in last nights event just as much as I was. Are you telling me now that you didn't like it?" The same smile that she'd seen last night moved across his lips as he said this.
"Yes, that's exactly what I'm saying, it was repulsive, the very thought of it makes me ill"
"Liar" he murmured as he moved, throwing himself on top of her as she tried to roll out of the way, pinning her face-up with her arms trapped at her sides by his large hands. "You're body needs me, cries out to me" He said this as he manoeuvred her hands above her head, grasping both wrists in one hand. His other moved down, pinching a pert nipple as it continued its way down past her belly button to rest in the curls between her legs. Parting her lips with his fingers, he pushed his middle finger into her, causing a moan to escape from her lips. His thumb brushed her in a place she'd discovered long ago that sent thrills shooting through her lower body. He rubbed the small bump, her back arching in response. A second finger joined the first inside her. The continual thrusting of the fingers inside her coupled with his thumb relentless on her clit soon had her on the edge. Gazing up at him with a mixture of anger and lust, James thought how amazing she looked. She needed this, she needed him. Never had he wanted a girl so much. Adding a third finger, he had her crying out as he sent her over the edge, writhing underneath him. He silenced her cries with his lips as she slowly came down from her peak. Pressing a kiss against he lips he whispered "Still think it's repulsive little one? A lazy smile crept onto her face.
"Perhaps not repulsive, just a little bit boring I'd say" she answered, followed by a gasp as he rolled her onto her stomach and brought a hand down on her behind. She squirmed under his hand holding her to the floor.
"Boring am I? We'll see" he said as he grasped her hips bringing her up to rest on her knees, pushing into her without allowing her time to adjust. Her struggles ceased the minute he began to move inside her as the now familiar feeling began to build inside her. Reaching around James found her pleasure point and began to rub in time with his thrusts. Within minutes he had he screaming out in pleasure as she climaxed for the second time that morning, tightening around him until he too came inside her. Collapsing on top of her, he lay there, still inside her as they both caught their breath.
After a few moments had passed he rolled off of her onto his back and put his arms beneath his head as he glanced over at her, still on her front, her body rising and falling as she breathed slowly.
Kia shifted her head to look across at him. Lifting her arm she brought it up to his lips, softly tracing them from one side to the other before trailing down to his chest where she rested her hand, feeling the smooth hard muscle beneath her palm.
"You wear me out little one, and yet I still can't keep my hands off you" he said, smiling at her. To what name do you go by? Forgive my manners but I seem to have forgotten to ask."
"Kianara, but most people call me Kia"
"'Tis a pretty name, which suits you perfectly." Kia blushed at this comment. "And may I ask what wrong you have done to bring yourself onto this island?"
Kia hesitated a moment, the memory of her burning village still vivid in her mind.
"I did no wrong. My village was attacked, my father was killed and I had no where to go. I thought I could board a ship and start a new life in America. My friends had told me so many stories of the wonders that are there. Was my bad luck that I ended up on this ship." She finished, sitting up and turning her head towards the ocean, gazing out at the horizon.
"I'm sorry about your village, and your father too." He said, sitting and putting an arm around her, drawing her into his warmth. "You lost a lot. Maybe this colony is what you need after all. A new start. That's what everyone else is here for. To forget the past"
"But did you not see what happened at the colony, the women's screams could be heard for miles, and the captain did nothing to stop the attacks. How is that a new start I ask you?" Tears formed in the corners of her eyes.
"I can't erase that memory from your mind, but Kia you have to understand, those prisoners have been kept in cells for years. That was their first night of freedom. If you return to the camp things will probably of calmed down by now. They aren't killers. The people who were brought here were deemed safe, their crimes minor. Like myself for example." Kia turned at this, she had yet to ask him of the reason for his being her but it seemed she might get her answer any way. Smiling at her sudden interest, he continued. "I was imprisoned for stealing. A minor crime, of which I only did to feed my family. I couldn't see my mother and sister starve. Yet I was arrested none the less and like many others on the ship I regret what I did. But it doesn't make me a bad person, does it?" Kia looked up into his eyes.
"No, I suppose not. But still, if those events of that night repeated themselves..."
"Then I'd be there to protect you" He tightened his arm around her to emphasise his point. A smile spread across her face causing James to smile back.
"I don't know what it is about you Kia but I feel this overwhelming desire to keep you safe. I've never felt this strongly about anyone and yet in less than twenty four hours you've crept into my heart and rooted yourself there".
Kia's only response was to lean over and press a kiss onto his lips which James quickly took over, pushing her back down onto the sand as his body covered his.
James released her lips to whisper "I won't let you get away from me Kia, not now, not ever. And believe me when I say I'll be proving that point on a regular basis" Kia smiled.
"I'd like nothing better" she murmured, before recapturing his lips. His soft moan of happiness lost in their passions. |
19,467 | Wrong Shower | Ashson | NonConsent/Reluctance | 2014-09-12 | 2014-09-12 | 2022-01-01 15:45:57 | 1 | literotica.com | https://www.literotica.com/s/wrong-shower | Surprise in the change rooms. | ['Change-Room', 'Coffee', 'Pool', 'Ravishment'] | 4.45 | I must admit to owning a little bit of the blame for what happened. If pressed I'd even go so far as to say the main fault lay with me. Of course, if you want to be technical about it, the entire thing was my fault. And all I did was turn in the wrong direction.
I'd recently moved to a new area. With the first really hot summer day I went to the local pools. Not a bad place, I found. I like swimming and I stayed there as long as possible, finally getting a pointed suggestion from one of the staff that I should go away as they wanted to shut up shop.
I climbed out of the pool and headed towards the changing rooms. It's one of these deals where they have a common main entrance to the change-rooms and the toilets. You walk into this short rotunda and you have men's change rooms and toilets to the left and women's to the right. I just turned left and waltzed straight on in.
I guess I should have paid more attention to the signs. Men to the left and women to the right was what I was used to in the pool I used to go to. Other way around in this case.
Normally in a situation like this you realise you're in the wrong room and change direction smartly, getting out while you're still in one piece. In this particular case there was a slight hitch that precluded me making that swift about-turn.
The hitch was about five foot three and a hundred and fifteen pounds, and each one of those inches and every single pound had been put together with loving care. I mean, she was gorgeous. Early twenties, blonde, blue eyes, a very nice set of breasts that were not overly large, and a figure that curved in all the right places. With her colouring she must have had her share of Scandinavian blood. She had also been slightly naughty at some stage because what tan she had seemed to be very evenly applied, with no tan lines.
Now the reason that I know beyond a doubt that she was truly blonde and had no tan lines was because of what she lacked, and that was clothes.
If there had been other people in the change room I'd have snapped out of my trance and bolted, carrying an indelible memory with me. But she was the only person there and I just stood and stared.
A rage of expressions flickered across my new friends face. Shock, embarrassment, anger and irritation, and finally, fear. That last one confused me until I looked at the situation from her point of view. She was alone and naked and a strange man had just barged in on her and was standing there, eyeing her off. The silence from the pool area would have been a stark reminder that the place was closing down and we were probably the last two people in the place.
The red from anger and embarrassment faded, leaving her very pale. Her hands started to try to hide her vulnerability but then fell helplessly by her side. She seemed resigned, as though whatever was going to happen would happen.
"Alright, there's no need to be rough," she said quietly, probably hoping to placate me. "I'll do what you want. Just go easy."
It actually took me a few moments to catch on to what she meant. I'd never considered myself a rapist and it came as a bit of a shock to find that she did see me that way. I was feeling quite narked over that.
"Well, that's great," I said, smiling. "Do you have a favourite position? I mean, I wouldn't want to choose a style you don't like."
"What?"
I sighed, loudly. "The position you prefer when you get attacked. I mean, do you like to lie flat on your back, lean against a wall, bend over a nearby bench? Would you like to turn around and touch your toes so I can make an assessment?"
She was looking at me as if I was insane. I was trying to look as though I expected her to follow my suggestion.
"Are you insane," she asked, sounding even more nervous.
"I don't think so, but the jury is still out on that question. Until they decide, I'm claiming sanity. Um, are you saying you don't want to bend over and present yourself? Pity. Ah, have you got a blanket handy that I can spread on the floor? It looks a bit cold the way it is."
There was a sparkle in her eyes now and she was getting quite irritated.
"No. I don't have a blanket handy. You have no intention of raping me, have you?"
"Hey, be reasonable. It's not my normal way of doing things, but I'm quite ready to oblige you. You shouldn't dismiss my abilities just because I'm new to rape. I might have a natural talent for it."
She was glaring at me now, furious.
"What the hell are you doing here?"
"Oh, I just turned the wrong way when going to get dressed. The pool I'm used to have the change rooms the other way round and I just turned left from habit and voila, here I am."
"But why are you still here?" she shrieked.
"Have you looked in a mirror? Why do you think I'm still here? If you'd told me to get out at once I would have bolted. Since you didn't I thought I'd enjoy the view while I can. You're really something to see, especially dressed the way you are."
Flattery didn't work. She just shrieked, "Get out," flinging out an arm to point to the door. My, her breasts bounced in a most delightful manner.
I put on a remorseful expression, hung my head and sidled towards the door, keeping tossing glances back at her as I went. She was well worth a few last glances.
After that I hit the men's change room, showered and dressed.
Walking out to where I'd parked I found Blondie out there already, looking at a car and muttering under her breath about a flat tyre. Now I can be a gentleman at times. I offered to change the wheel for her.
The offer was refused. I wasn't worth talking to, it appeared. I shrugged, leaned back against a handy post and watched and waited while Blondie set to work. She was quite efficient. She loosened the wheel after a bit of a struggle, a few rude words and a couple of pointed suggestions that I push off. Then she jacked up the car very efficiently and finished removing the wheel. With the wheel off she went and took out her spare. A bit heavy for her but she managed, giving me a triumphant look as she bounded it down onto the ground. That's when I felt I really had to step in.
"Sorry to break it to you," I said, "but that wheel is even flatter than the one you took off."
She tossed me an irritated look and then what I'd said registered. She almost ricked her neck she turned it so fast to check her spare. It may not have been flatter than the one she took off, but it was just as flat. Poor Blondie looked as though she was going to burst into tears.
"OK, girl, enough stuffing around. I'll put your wheels in the back of my van and we'll go down to where-ever you get your tyres done and get them fixed up. You can consider this my apology for upsetting you earlier."
She bit her lip, not wanting to, but it was either go with my helping hand or call up someone to come and give her a hand.
"Hey, don't be silly," I said gently. "If you call a garage to come they'll charge through the nose. If you call for a friend you may be stuck here for hours. Just throw some nasty thoughts at me and lock up your car while I load the tyres."
With that I picked up the two wheels and strolled over to my van. She watched me for a second then hastily started locking up her car. (Yes, I picked up both wheels. Maybe I was showing off a little. So sue me.)
"I'm Paul," I told her when she got in the van, hoping to break the ice a little.
"Lynette," she said. Just that. Nothing more.
"You'd better give me directions. I'm new in town."
She silently pointed. Cold shoulder all the way, apparently.
She finally broke the silence.
"You scared the hell out of me back at the pool. I was thinking I was going to end up a statistic on a police file. Why the hell didn't you just turn and walk out when you saw you were in the wrong change-room?""
"Um, yes, sorry. The problem was that when I walked in and saw you standing there I just froze. All I could do was look at you. The only thought that went through my mind was 'Dear god. What is this miracle you have place in front of me'."
"Liar. You were just ogling a woman. Any woman would have done," she muttered, but I could see I'd scored a point.
"Oh, come on. Be reasonable. Did you notice those two, shall we say overly- large, women who were at the pool? Do you really think I'd have stayed in that change-room for one second if they'd been there?"
I could see a smirk quivering on her lips and decided it would be safe to change the subject.
"Rather an unusual colour, your car," I commented. Which was true. How many hot-pink cars do you see?
"Um, yes. A friend painted it especially for me."
"It's a colour that definitely sticks in your mind, isn't it? Which is probably why I noticed it parked downstairs when I went out this morning."
There was a moment of silence while she digested this. I was assuming that she'd been at home last night, which meant she was renting in the same set of units as me. If she'd been staying overnight with a boyfriend it would be a tragedy of the highest order.
She finally took the bait.
"Where do you live?"
She groaned when I told her. I smiled. "And you?"
Same address, two floors lower. How nice.
I didn't comment. Just followed directions to the garage. She did unwind enough to admit that she'd known the spare was flat now that she stopped to think about it. She'd been meaning to get it fixed for months and then just totally forgot. I didn't comment. A total fool I am not.
She was lucky. Both wheels only had punctures and were easily and quickly patched. Then it was back in the van and back to the pool. When we got there she thanked me and tried to brush me off. I just pointed to a nearby seat and said, "Sit. Stay."
She sat, fulminating at me, while I quickly put her wheel back on and put the spare tidily away.
She grudgingly thanked me, I waved the thanks away and she took off as though afraid I would chase her. No need. I was going home and I'd probably run into her there. And not just by chance. I'd be looking out for her.
I ran into her several times over the next week. I won't say we became close friends, but we were at least neighbours who knew each other. I think it was a source of irritation to her that I just couldn't seem to take a hint. Insults and innuendos were blandly ignored. I suspect Lynette couldn't quite decide if I was just dumb or persistent or both.
When the weekend rolled around and I kept on making a nuisance of myself (in a friendly manner) Lynette invited me in to have some coffee. We had our coffee and just chatted generally, and when we were finishing up Lynette finally broached the subject on her mind. Namely, why did I keep chasing around her when she was letting me know she wasn't interested.
"Two reasons," I explained. "If you look in the mirror you'll see the first. You're a lovely and personable young woman and I'm attracted to you. Nothing I can do about that. The second reason is a promise I made to myself."
I shut up and let her stew. She had to ask. What woman wouldn't?
"Promise?"
"Mmm. You remember the first time we met?" A furious look said yes, she did. "Well after that unfortunate incident I promised myself that if I ever again caught you so fetchingly attired I was going to drag you to the nearest bed and ravish you. Where ravishment is concerned I've decided that in your case I'll make an exception to my 'don't do it' policy."
I received a killer look.
"You know your chances of catching me like that again, don't you?" she snapped at me.
"I have a pretty fair idea, if it was left to chance," I admitted. "But I decided that if you want something to happen badly enough it will. All you have to do is give chance a little nudge."
"Oh, really? And just how do you propose to give chance a little nudge?"
Right now Lynette was wearing tights and a loose t-shirt. It seemed the sort of outfit that would fit in nicely with my intentions to give chance a nudge.
I stood up and moved around the table towards her, indicating I wanted her to stand. As soon as she did I slipped my hands under her top, hooked onto her tights and started drawing then down. Lynette just froze for a moment, then made a hasty grab for her tights. I let them go while she hauled them back up.
"You can't do that sort of thing and you damn well know it," she yelled.
"On the contrary, I can. If you hadn't stopped me you'd have no tights on and your panties would have followed."
I thought she was going to take a swing at me and was prepared to duck. When she didn't I reached out and took hold of her hands.
"Put your hands behind your back for a moment," I told her. "I want you to see something."
She was glaring at me, suspicious as hell, but she did as requested.
"Now leave them there," I told her firmly, slipped my hands under her top, hooked onto her tights and started drawing then down. Lynette stared at me blankly, not being able to credit the fact that I was doing it again. Before she could squeal and grab her tights again I was warning her.
"No. Keep your hands behind your back I said."
She sort of looked at me with a stunned expression and before she got her wits together I was easing the tights off her completely, tossing them to one side.
Lynette looked at me, looked at the tights and back to me. She looked angry enough to pop a blood vehicle. I shrugged, picked up the tights and handed them to her.
"Here. Hold these for a moment," I said.
As soon as she took them I repeated the tights performance, this time with her panties. She didn't try to snatch them back. She was too busy making sure her t-shirt was safely covering her pussy.
I guided her back a little until she felt the chair behind her and promptly sat on it, glaring at me while I took my own seat.
"You see. A little helping hand and chance has already got me halfway home," I murmured softly. "And you're not feeling scared, which is a big plus."
Lynette was practically spluttering, not knowing what to say. I could see she was dying to grab her panties and put them on but that would have meant exposing herself to me.
"Just get out," she finally managed to say, although it did come out rather explosively.
"Don't be like that," I grumbled. "Right now you're feeling angry, and that's the way I wanted it before I made my suggestion."
"Just go, and what suggestion?"
"Well, if I was to take off your top right now and ravish you, I would have to consider that to be cheating. But if you were to take your top off I could ravish with a clear conscious. With you being angry, you can direct all that passion into the ravishment, and you won't have to worry about being afraid. Isn't that an elegant little solution?"
At his point I would like to point out that whether Lynette knew it or not, she was excited. The flush on her face wasn't just from temper, and her nipples had hardened and formed little tents on her t-shirt.
"You're asking me to take off my top so that you can go ahead and ravish me? Are you insane?"
"Yes to the first question and I thought we'd already established that the jury is still out on that second question."
Lynette sort of sagged back in her chair glaring at me. Then she straightened up.
"Fine! Fine! If that's the way you want to play it. What the hell, you've already seen me naked once."
She bounced to her feet and whipped off her t-shirt, followed by her bra. She was so angry she didn't even bother to undo the bra, just dragging it up over her breasts (which popped out in a most interesting fashion), over her head and off. She stood there glaring at me, hands akimbo.
I took a deep breath.
"You are absolutely magnificent," I said softly. "Just as fine as I remember."
"Now will you please just go?"
I strolled around the table and put a hand on her back.
"Where's your bedroom?"
"What? You're not serious? I don't want to have sex with you."
"That's what makes it ravishment," I pointed out. "If you just said fine then it would be mutual consent. This will be a lot more interesting. You'll be able to wriggle and squirm and try to fight me off, even though we both know you'll have to yield in the end."
I knew where the bedroom probably was and started ushering her in that direction.
"It's not going to happen," came the expected protest. "All I have to do is scream. The neighbours will come. They're friends and they know I wouldn't scream unless I was in trouble."
"Easy solution," I pointed out. "Don't scream."
"What?"
"Why do you keep saying that? It's simple enough. If you don't scream the neighbours don't come and we can get on with the ravishment without interruption. Which one is your bedroom?"
She obligingly indicated the correct door and I ushered her inside.
"Nice room," I told her. "You have good taste. Now, sit on the bed while I get undressed."
It's marvellous how people will do as their told, even when they know they shouldn't. Instead of screaming, or fighting, or trying to bolt, Lynette sat on the bed and just looked at me as I undressed, her eyes getting wider as I stripped.
"If I scream you're going to be in so much trouble," Lynette muttered.
I shook my head.
"Not really. I'll just deny everything."
"You're in my house and nearly naked," she almost shouted. "How can you deny it?"
"Easy. I'll just say no I'm not, and pretend to be sleepwalking."
"The jury is back," she said with a groan. "You're certifiable."
"Are you going to scream?" I asked, naturally interested.
"No," she grumbled.
"But you are going to try to fight me off, aren't you?"
She nodded, starting to look angry again.
"Then maybe you should hop off the bed before we start. You're at an unfair disadvantage there."
She twisted around and tried to scramble across the bed, hoping to put it between us. No chance. I caught her before she could really do anything, pinning her so she was bent forward over the bed. I had her legs parted and my erection pressing lightly against her pussy before she even knew what was happening.
She stiffened with a gasp, waiting for me to drive home. I gave her bottom a brisk spank and stepped back.
"I am ashamed of you," I reprimanded. "What sort of struggle was that? Let's try it again and see if you can put some effort into it."
She jumped to her feet, glaring at me.
"Why the hell didn't you just take me while you could?" she demanded.
"Um, wrong position?" I suggested.
Her eyes closed for a moment, and I thought she was trying not to laugh. Then her eyes opened and she took a swing at me. I let it go past, catching her wrist on the way. Spinning around I sat on the bed, pulling her with me, with Lynette finished up sprawled across my lap. I promptly gave her bottom a friendly spank and slid my hand down to give her a quick massage.
Not so quick, actually. I took my time rubbing her while she squirmed and wriggled and tried to get off my lap. I could tell the instant she realised she was squirming and rubbing against my erection. She went dead still for a moment and then gave a very energetic upwards heave, managing to slide off my lap and onto the floor.
She bounced to her feet fast enough and then she went into attack mode and dived at me. She really needs to learn that if a woman is going to fight a man she should stand back and throw things. Up close she's at a terrible disadvantage. I just leaned back as she came, catching her wrists and bringing her with me. She finished up lying flat on top of me, naked body plastered against naked body.
I rolled, taking her with me, holding her captured wrists above her head. One of my legs had slipped between hers, holding them apart. A little work with my foot to coax her legs slightly further apart and I was nicely positioned.
"The time has come the walrus said," I quoted at her, moving my hand down to cup her pussy and ease her lips a little apart.
"Don't you dare," she hissed at me, as my erection pressed lightly against her.
"Stop it," she demanded, trying to wriggle away as the head of my erection pushed forward, persuading her willing lips to yield.
"Oh, you rotten bastard," she breathed as I started sliding into position. "You're really doing it."
"Did you seriously think I wouldn't?" I asked, but she ignored the question.
I continued to press into her, not driving in fast but just easing along, while Lynette wriggled and squirmed and protested. Then I was home and I rested on her, my loins pressed intimately to hers. I released her wrists and took hold of her breasts, caressing them.
Cupping one, I lowered my head and suckled lightly on the nipple while Lynette squealed and pushed at me. She was still squealing and pushing when I transferred my attention to her other nipple. Finally, I lifted my head and looked at her.
She was lying there, glaring at me.
"What?" I said, spreading my hands in bewilderment.
"I thought you were going to ravish me," she snapped.
"And?"
"You're not doing anything," she pointed out.
Well, if lying naked on top of her naked body with my erection firmly planted inside her while I nibbled a nipple was considered nothing, then I guess I wasn't doing anything. I thoughtfully rubbed her nipples with my thumbs while I considered this.
"Um, am I allowed to point out that this is my ravishment and so I get to make the rules?" I asked.
"No," was the unequivocal reply. "Either get moving or get off."
"Decisions, decisions," I muttered, just loud enough for her to hear. "Keep on like this or change positions?"
"Have you ever played at being an optometrist?" I asked.
From the look she gave me I could tell any doubts she had about my sanity were now gone.
"No," she said cautiously, humouring the nutcase.
"They keep asking you the same question. Which is better? This?" I pressed firmly against her, "or this?" I pulled out, flipped her over onto her tummy, lifted her bottom high and was very briskly pushing my way back in. Lynette gasped and squealed, shaken out of any complacency she might have had.
"They keep asking, you know?" I said. "This," with a firm nudge, "or this?" pulling out and flipping her onto her back, lifting her legs high and wide as I drove in again.
There was more squealing from Lynette. I held steady for a minute, just holding her pinned. She was glaring at me again.
"How about I just have you bend over, face down, at the side of the bed and I get busy and give you a thorough work out?" I suggested. "Or we can play a few games if you like."
She was breathing hard and seemed to be having trouble answering me. I just gently swayed against her while I waited - a nice gentle poking.
"Alright," she mumbled, still giving me hot looks.
I slid off her and, taking her hand, I helped her off the bed. She gave me one last look, turned and bent over the bed. I eased up behind her, edging my cock forward until it was just nosing inside her.
"OK?" I murmured and she gave a definite nod.
I pushed home firmly and she gave a little squeak, her hips lifting as she raised herself up slightly, pushing firmly back against me, taking me fully with that first thrust. Holding her hips I started to move, pumping in and out with a full, no-nonsense rhythm, driving firmly home and withdrawing smartly, getting set for the next thrust. Lynette reacted accordingly, pushing forcefully back to meet me when I drove in, relaxing to let me withdraw.
She was already letting out little squeaks and gasps, appreciating the action. I drove on. I didn't see any need to rush to our destination. A firm steady pace might take longer but in the long run was more enjoyable than a rush, rush, rush sort of effort.
I found what we were doing great fun, and from the sounds that Lynette made, so did she. But she was getting impatient again. One of these days I was going to have to lay that girl down and see just how slowly I could take her. She eventually started demanding I go faster, harder. (Not pleading, you notice. There was a touch of steel in this young woman's spine.)
I kicked it up a notch, and was now driving in hard, her whole body shaking from the force of my thrust. Her breasts were swaying back and forth in a most tantalising fashion. Really, I had no choice but to capture and appreciate them.
Still not hard and fast enough, Lynette decided, and started making more demands from my poor body. Valiantly I put more effort into it. (I hadn't realised that ravishing an unwilling victim could be so tiring.) Now I was hammering home with a vengeance. To build up speed I had to sacrifice length, but these short strokes were coming thick and fast.
Lynette was almost continually gasping and wailing now, excitement boiling in her. I was losing control and I could sense that she was, too. A little extra effort and my throbbing cock boiled over, spraying her. She gave a shriek that sounded as though it was coming through clenched teeth (didn't want to let the neighbours hear, I guess), shaking under me as her climax rolled through her.
I collapsed over her, pressing her hard against the bed. I finally managed to move off her and onto the bed proper. I also helped ease her onto the bed, where she just lay exhausted.
When I saw that she was finally gathering her wits together I had a quiet word or two with her.
"One of these days I'm going to come in here with some handcuffs or chains and fasten you to the bed. Then I'm going to ravish you so slowly you'll collapse with nervous exhaustion when I finish."
"No you're bloody not," she muttered, but she was looking thoughtful while she said it.
"But right now we're going to play school-ma'am," I told her.
"What is school-ma'am?" she asked, looking at me suspiciously. Doesn't this woman have any trust in me?
"That's when the school-ma'am, that's you, tells the student, that's me, that was well done but you can do better. Do it again."
"Might I point out that you ravished me. That's the polite term for rape. I'm supposed to tell you to do it again?"
I nodded. "I need the practice, especially when you consider what I'll have to do when I get hold of the handcuffs and chains."
She did a double face-palm.
"Fine. Do it again, and do it properly. And if I'm not satisfied I may just demand another repeat, so you'd better put a decent effort into it." |
19,468 | Wrong Side of the Road | floweringquince | NonConsent/Reluctance | 2007-01-29 | 2007-01-29 | 2022-01-01 15:45:59 | 1 | literotica.com | https://www.literotica.com/s/wrong-side-of-the-road | One white woman, 3 black men, & a windowless van. | ['Black/White', 'Bound And Stripped', 'Damsel-In-Distress', 'Feel-&-Squeal', 'Gangbang', 'Gangsta', 'Kidnapping', 'Mmmf', 'Ravishment', 'Stranded In Desert'] | 3.65 | _[BDSM, MMM/f, gangbang, Black/white interracial, non-consenual. Blasphemous, vulgar and obscene language; racial slurs._
This is the first chapter of a much longer story: please let me know if you'd like more.]
*
So - I was out of gas.
So - I was out of gas in the middle of nowhere.
So - I was out of gas in the middle of nowhere, wearing the same skimpy cocktail dress I'd had on when I stormed out of what I'd thought was *our* hotel room in Vegas, after Ray's wife (he'd said he wasn't married, but she sure seemed to think he was) informed me that it was *their* hotel room. Ray had just stood there, grinning like the world's stupidest sheep - and wearing my best white lace teddy.
I'd been so blind with fury that I'd just turned on my spiked heel and gone; ignoring my suitcase and other belongings; ignoring my gas gauge; and ignoring the low-battery signal on my cell phone, which was by now thoroughly dead.
So - I was fucked.
Well and truly fucked. I'd driven for hours in a blind fury, had somehow gotten onto this two-lane stretch of what was definitely not the right road, and had no idea where I was. The gas tank ran dry just about the time the sun came up. That had been about three hours ago.
I sat and fuming at Ray for a while, and then cried a bit, and then went back to clenched-jawed fuming. After that began to lose its thrill, I looked around at the nothing that was the desert: cheatgrass, some smallish rocks, and a vast expanse of crumbly broken alkaline clay. No signs or buildings, no saguaros or Joshua trees, not even a tumbleweed to keep me company.
I'd thought I should stay with the car: my shoes were utterly useless for walking any distance, and the car was the only thing that cast any shade big enough to sit in. But by now I was wondering if this road was even in use: not one car had come by in three hours. The day was already getting very hot, and I was worried about my skin. A sleeveless mini-dress had been a great 'dare- to-bare' statement in Vegas last night; but I was a redhead with that pale, slightly freckled, sunburns-in-a-second skin. And, of course, my sunscreen was in that hotel room, along with just about everything else I might want.
I was getting thirsty, too - I'd had some water in the car, but it ran out about the same time as the gas. I was trying not think about something I'd read about the Arizona Highway Patrol: they used the acronym "J-FROG" for some of the bodies they found in the desert, when there was no evidence of an accident or foul play. It stood for "Just Fucking Ran Out of Gas."
That thought led me to stand up for roughly the hundredth time to squint into the silver-white mirage at the horizon (I'd left my sunglasses in the hotel room too, damnit), absently twisting my the length of my hair up into an impromptu knot as I tried to will a passing motorist into existence.
Fuck, now the desert was playing tricks on me: I could swear I saw something big, white, and automotive; floating within that shimmering glare. And here I'd figured it would be at least mid-afternoon before I started hallucinating.
Instead of fading back into the dazzle, though, it gathered itself into solidity and continued to come on towards me: a big white cargo van, all metal and exhaust and reality. Okay, so there is a God after all. I stood in the middle of the road grinning like a maniac, whooping and waving both arms to flag it down.
The lettering on the side of the van advertised "Easy E's Electrical Repair & Emergency Field Service: No Job Too Far." I was sure glad whatever job had brought it out here hadn't been too far. The van slowed to a stop in front of me and the driver's window rolled down, and then I was looking up into a kindly face.
"Y' be needin' a li'l he'p mebbe, Ma'am?" He smiled down at me. He was a tall, muscular-looking black man, in a red plaid shirt that set off the cinnamon tints in his coffee-dark skin. He was very good-looking, but might almost have been a little scary if he hadn't been being so kind and polite.
"Oh, yes, thank you so much!" He offered me a ride to somewhere I could call my auto club, almost apologizing for the fact that the immediate area was a cellular dead zone. I climbed up into his air-conditioned van gratefully, settled into the big comfy passenger seat, and kicked off the expensive 3-1/2" heeled monstrosities that had been masquerading as my shoes.
"T'ain't ev'y pretty white lady I meets starts takin' her clothes off fi'st chance she gits."
I blushed to the eyebrows. "Oh, I'm sorry! I should have asked first. I can put them back on if you -"
" 'S a'wright. 'Dem things don' look real comft'ble, and y'all gots pretty feets anyways."
I blushed even more furiously, but smiled. "Uh, well, thank you."
He offered me a sports bottle of water. " 'S nice an' cool, but I on'y gots de one bod'le an' I already drunk some outta it. But I ain't got nothin' catchin', an' so long as y' don' min' a li'l Negro spit..."
I was appalled that to think that anyone might turn cool water in the desert, just because a black man had drunk from the bottle. "I, uh, I guess I don't think that Negro spit is any worse than any other kind. Thanks again, you're being very kind."
I took the bottle and sucked a deep, long swallow from it. I cocked an eyebrow at him, and said "Then again, I'm not all that sure that Negro spit is much better than any other kind."
He laughed, and I heard more laughter as the door in the aluminum partition behind our seats slid open. I asked "Um, are there more people riding in the back?"
I heard the multiple click that meant he'd automatically locked all the doors from the driver's seat. His speech pattern suddenly changed from Mississippi Delta to South-Central LA. "I guess I forgot t' tell you that the ride ain't free."
I'd been right: he was kind of scary now that he was no longer being kind. He reached over towards me, and I shrank back a little; but all he did was press the button that released my seat belt. As the belt slithered rapidly back into its coils, the metal belt latch slapped against the round under-curve of my left breast. And that made him smile.
Hands like steel clamps grabbed me by my upper arms and spun me out of my seat. I landed on my knees, facing backwards and looking up at a very big, and very scary, black man.
He was huge, like a broad, high wall of muscle. His skin was so dark it had blue tints to it, and his face and cheekbones had a proud arrogance that made me think of legendary African warriors. He was dressed as a modern black warrior: oversized white t-shirt, extreme baggy jeans, sunglasses, shaved scalp; and enough gold rings and chains to deck a small but very expensive Christmas tree. "So you "ain't all that sure" about nigger spit? How about some nice hot nigga spunk?"
On either side of him, a workman-like array of metal bins and tool lockers lined a narrow aisle leading back into the van. A floor-to-ceiling locker door just behind the passenger seat suddenly opened. The man who stepped out of it wasn't so tall as the other two; but was a sheer mass of muscle upon muscle, like a human range of mountains. His skin was the warm brown of milk chocolate, and his body, head, and features all shared a similar rounded quality. He was dressed like the bigger-than big man holding my arms, differing only by wearing an A-shirt, perhaps a few fewer gold rings and chains, and a black "LA Raiders" do-rag. "Y' see, we'll ride you all the way into town - but I mean we'll *ride* you all the way into town."
"Wha-? Electricians don't wear -" I looked back at the driver. "Who *are* these guys? Are they even *with* Easy 'E's Electri-"
The bigger-than-big man, who was still holding me firmly by the arms, cut me off with a rich, sinister laugh. "Ain't no Easy 'E', cracker bitch. That's just up there to keep the cops from gettin' all worked up about three niggas in a van; and so's to help us get sweet little bitches to come 'long for the ride. This here's our rollin' crib, and you our brand new entertainment system: you get to fuck and suck all three of us all the way."
He pulled me to my feet, pressing me harshly against his body, and tilted his head down to look straight into my eyes. "And your ass is gonna be special just for me."
Then he simply lifted me, keeping my arms trapped against my sides, and carried me back through the van. I flailed and kicked at him, but couldn't land a solid blow anywhere. Mountain-Ranges-of -Muscle went ahead of him; and, at the far end of the rows of lockers, drew back a black-out curtain to reveal a very un-workman-like king-sized bed.
My mind was absolutely unprepared for this: it was utterly unequipped to believe this could be happening. But my gut already knew and had told me: they were serious, and more than serious. I could not find a coherent thought to put in my brain, but my body was trying to shrink away into itself, as if to somehow hide and disappear.
Bigger-Than-Big, who seemed to be the one calling the shots grabbed my arms again and pulled me face-down onto the bed. The walls surrounding the bed were padded with upholstery, and there were various large and small pillows scattered all around - along with a small, but ominous-looking, amount of rope.
Mountain-Range-of-Muscles tied my wrists together behind my back, while Bigger-Than-Big leashed each of my ankles to appallingly convenient tie-downs on either side of the bed. Those Bigger-Than-Big thighs straddled easily over my hips then, and suddenly I felt the steely cold metal of a knife along my spine. I'd been yelling whatever objections I could think of, but now I started to scream and fight in a panicked frenzy.
To no avail. Mountain-Range-of-Muscles came up and knelt around my head, trapping it tightly between his knees. His hands pressed my upper back into the mattress, and with my ankles tied and the other man's thighs holding my hips down, I was effectively immobilized.
The knife didn't cut me, though. I felt it slide up my spine, and my dress and bra fell away from my sides as he slit them open. That relieved my frenzied terror, only to create a different horror: if they weren't concerned about keeping the dress for when they let me go, they might not ever intend to let me go. Not alive, anyway.
The straps of my dress and bra were cut and fell away, and then my head was freed and Bigger-Than-Big's steel-muscled arm tilted me up by my shoulders. That pulled my back into an arch, which forced my bound hands against his groin. I could feel a bulge that seemed unreasonably large already, but was rapidly growing.
The last touch of fabric fell away from my chest as his huge hands closed over my breasts, covering more of me than most of my D-cup bras did. His head was above mine, looking down onto the milky-pale tits captured in the ebony strength of his hands. "Damn, Snowflake, you so white you almost blue."
He lowered me to the bed, and slid down my body to straddle me at the knees. I felt the dull edge of the knife slide between my thighs, and then up along the crack of my butt, as he sliced open what remained of my dress. "Fire in the crotch, Dawgs! - We got us a natural redhead!"
"We better save one for the next time we need to measure one red cunt hair." Mountain-Range-of-Muscles had resumed his position kneeling around my head. His bulge pressed into my scalp, and I could feel the heat of him through the crotch of his jeans. As he shifted himself, the silky strands of my hair caught on and slipped from the rough stitching of his inseams. I was breathing him, too; inhaling not only the smell of his sweat, but the aniline odor that his sweat released from the denim of his jeans, and the strong glandular smell that sweat washes from a man's testicles. "Scream, you red albino bitch ho. I want your hot breath on my balls."
It startled me to realize that I wasn't screaming. I'd been too shocked, too stunned, too much overtaken by rapid and overwhelming events. He slid his hands under me to squeeze my breasts, and stroked his thumbs down hard on my nipples. I screamed then, and kept on screaming; but his thighs muffled most of the sound.
At the same time, Bigger-Than-Big was feeling up my butt cheeks, squeezing and kneading them. He cut the straps of my panties away from the thong of my panties, and pulled the newly freed thong up to give me a tight, nasty, little wedgie. He drew it back out very slowly, and dropped the loose end somewhere away from me. I was now fully naked now, lying on the ruins of my clothing.
Now his hands slid inside my thighs. A finger, then several fingers probed inside my pussy lips; and then I felt the cool touch of the air on my private, inner parts as they were pried open to view. "Oh, Cracka Bitch got a sweet strawberry-pink little cunt!"
Those huge calloused fingers slid up and down along my pussy lips, their rough tips flicking my clit at the end of each slide - and I felt myself getting wet, my breath coming hot and short, my hips yearning to press myself harder into that stroking hand. My body was responding to this, and that was just one more thing I was helpless against.
Suddenly, that big finger plunged into me. I jumped at the penetration, and at the surprise of it.
"Sweet and *Hot* little cracker cunt!" He withdrew his finger almost all the way and slammed it back into me with a second finger alongside it. I jumped again, at the penetration and at a touch of pain - he had very large fingers. He laughed. "Sweet, hot and *tight*!"
He gave me pussy a couple more finger-slamming strokes; and then withdrew. "Ryde, come get yourself a good feel before you take over driving."
The Mountain-Range-Of-Muscles let my breasts go then, and freed my head; but immediately his were the new pair of hands were on my pussy; his fingers opening, stroking, sliding, poking, penetrating. A sudden invasive push at my anus made me flinch and cry out.
"Fuckin' A, you is one tight-ass, cracker-ass, cunt-ass red albino bitch, ain't you?" But then he slapped one ass cheek, withdrew his fingers, and was gone.
Bigger-Than-Big was now kneeling in front of my face. He grabbed my hair with both hands to tilt my head back. "Shut up your screaming; Cracka Bitch. Now you gonna get some of that good nigga spunk. But first you listen to me real close.
His eyes bored into me; and his look seemed to speak of how easily my death could happen. and of how easily my body might never be found. "We gonna fuck you every way that you can be fucked, but we do not *have* to fuck you up. But you bite me, or any of us; or you find some other way to hurt one of us; and you can bet what will be left of your sweet little ofay ass that we *will* fuck you up. You understand me, Cracka Bitch?"
This laying out of terms shocked me into at least one thought, and it was oddly similar to what he'd just said: they were going to have their way with me, and there was no escaping that; but, if I were very lucky, and I played my cards right, I might still be breathing when they were done with me. (I tried to put aside any idea of what besides killing me outright "fucking me up" might mean - they'd probably heard that rap song about the cheese grater too.) So, I set myself the goal of getting out of this alive. I needed to get away if and when I could, and in the meantime I had to avoid making them angry.
I tried to nod in response to his question, but the huge hands closed tightly in my hair kept my head from moving.
"Do You Understand Me, Ms. Skanky White Trash Cracker Bitch?!" He demanded.
"Yes, Mister..." I suddenly couldn't remember what the other men called him. "Sir, I certainly won't do anything like that at all."
He released my head to start shucking his jeans and boxers. "Hey, ya hear that? This cracka bitch called me 'Mister Sir.' I like that. I think I'm gonna make that my name from now on. 'Mista Suh.' "
"You and yo' *ass*, mistah-suh!" Mountain-Range-of-Muscle's voice came from the driver's seat now. "Wick picked us up one *crazy*-ass cracker bitch, is all. 'Now on, I'm gonna start doing the pick-ups. Then I'll get myself the first fuck, too."
"Ryde, ain't no white girl, or any color girl, gonna get into this van with you driving; 'less she truly *gone* crazy, or you waving a big stack of money, or both." Wick was suddenly astride my thighs.
Bigger-Than-Big had pulled his shirt off. "Besides that, little Miss Cracka Bitch, Wick's got the littlest dick - we don' wanna you gettin' all stretched out right away."
"Littlest dick, my fuckin A!" Wick slid his arms in under my ribs and hips and lifted my body well up off the mattress. "Johnny, slide that big-ass pillow in underneath a' her; and then we'll see who's got the littlest fucking dick!" |
19,469 | The Wrong Sister | sethp | NonConsent/Reluctance | 2006-08-31 | 2006-08-31 | 2022-01-01 14:48:02 | 1 | literotica.com | https://www.literotica.com/s/the-wrong-sister | An unexpected mix-up brings unexpected results. | ['Anal', 'Bdsm', 'Cum Drinking', 'Mistaken Identity', 'Oral'] | 4.04 | Nancy and Lori were two years apart. The looked so much alike though, that people often mistook them for each other. The were blonde, athletic and cute. They were typical girls next door.
Nancy, the older of the two sisters had a dark secret though. She was heavily into bondage and group sex. She loved to have anal sex almost more than she liked vaginal sex. She was a real swinger. Lori, her younger sister on the other hand, had only had a few boyfriends. She was no virgin but was very, very conservative. Outwardly the sisters couldn't have been more alike. Inwardly the two sisters couldn't have been more different.
Nancy had an exciting weekend planned with a few friends. She was going to have them pretend to kidnap her and take her to a secluded house and bind her up. They had a nasty weekend end all planned out. Nancy loved to role-play like this and had been planning this weekend for months. She had no idea where they were taking her or what they had planned; only that it included lots of oral and anal sex.
Lori had a surprise for her sister planned this weekend. Her sister seemed distant lately and she wanted to cheer her up. Lori was going to come over and hang out with her sister for pizza and chick flicks and wine. They used to do this a lot when they were both younger.
It was Friday night and Nancy had to rush home for her kidnapping. She had given her friends keys to her apartment so they wouldn't break anything. She was so excited. Already getting moist thinking about it.
Lori was already at Nancy's apartment, hanging out on the couch and drinking her first glass of wine.
Nancy was running late due to a last minute assignment her boss had thrown at her. "Damn that son of a bitch!" She yelled as she jetted down the freeway. BANG! With a loud noise her front tire blew out and she was forced to pull over on the side of the interstate. "Fuck, fuck, fuck!" She yelled.
Lori meanwhile was calling her sister and leaving a voicemail, wondering where she was and hoping everything was ok. She then fell back into the couch and had another glass of wine.
A Good Samaritan had pulled over and helped Nancy get her tire changed. With hands covered in grime, Nancy thanked him and hoped back in her car. She saw that she had one missed call on her cell phone. It was Lori her sister. "I wonder what she's calling about?" Nancy said out loud.
'Hi Nancy, guess what? I'm at your house drinking some wine. I thought we'd hang out this weekend. You're not here though. Are you all right? Maybe you had other plans. Call me back. Love you." Lori's voice said.
Nancy started to shake as she looked at the clock. It was 7:05. Her friends had told her they would be there at 7:00. What if they mistook her sister for her? It would be like a real kidnapping! Lori would freak out. She would find out her secret. What If they gave her ecstasy?
Nancy called her own house in a panic. No answer. She called Lori's cell phone. No answer. "Oh my god no!" She screamed. And sped the rest of the way home.
Lori had leaned her head back on the couch and was enjoying the new Mew CD in her sister's stereo. She didn't hear the front door open or the 5 men enter. Before Lori could even react she was thrown face down on the couch had a gag ball stuffed in her mouth and duct taped in place. Her hands were bound with handcuffs behind her back and a black hood was placed over her head.
She couldn't scream or break free of the men. They lifted her out of the house and into a van right outside the front door.
Nancy skidded into her driveway and ran up to her house. She fumbled for her keys and finally found them and opened her front door. There was Lori's purse and coat on the floor and an empty wine glass on the coffee table. They had taken the wrong sister.
Nancy sat down and started to cry. There was nothing she could do. Her sister would know what kind of fun she was into. She was sure that her sister had already told them. Nancy sat on the couch and stared into space, waiting for her sister to come home and get her stuff. This could turn out very badly. Meanwhile, Lori was forced face down in the van as it moved along back roads. "This is going to be fun Nancy." One of the men said laughing.
"So they think I'm my sister." Lori thought. "Were they going to ransom her or had she crossed someone?"
Lori was shocked as her pants were pulled all the way off as well as her panties. One of the men then worked his way under her and started to lick her slit! In a panic Lori struggled to get up. The man knew how to work his tongue though and in spite of herself Lori started to get a little wet.
"She's really into this game." One of the men said.
Lori didn't understand what he meant. Suddenly the man underneath her was gone. She felt something wet being rubbed around her rectum. The to her horror she felt something trying to enter it! It was a man's cock! That's what they were going to do to her.
Lori tried to scream but it only came out as muffled grunts due to the gag in her mouth. The men held her steady as the one behind her started to enter her asshole. He pushed in only the head of his penis at first and held it there. Lori started to get used to the sensation and the pain started to go away.
It wasn't that bad really. Lori thought. Slowly the cock in her ass started to go deeper. Lori grunted around the gag as tear's welled up in her eyes. Soon it was all the way in and the man started to fuck ass slowly. Lori had never even considered having anal sex with anyone before and certainly not like this.
Thankfully the man didn't last very long and Lori could feel him tense up as he shot his sperm deep into her ass. He pulled his cock out slowly and told her. "That was tighter than I remembered it."
"What did that mean?" Lori thought. "Was this one of Nancy ex boy friends exacting his revenge? Did that mean that Lori had anal sex with her boy friends?" Lori's head was spinning.
The van came to an abrupt stop. Still naked from the waist down and her head hooded, the men dragged her out of the van and into a building. She heard the door slam and as she was being carried down a long hallway. Moments later she was placed on a large bed.
The hood was suddenly pulled off and a blindfold was placed over Lori's eyes. "Why?" Lori thought. The tape holding her gag was removed and Lori gasped for breath as she could breath fully again.
"Please. I'll give you anything you want. Just don't hurt me anymore. What do you want?" She pleaded.
"Very convincing Nancy." A voice in front of her said. "You almost had me believed you were actually scared!" He said with a laugh. "Ok you said you'd give us anything we wanted. Well, actually we want to give you something."
Lori was turned over onto her knees again. Her wrists were still cuffed behind her back. Lori opened her mouth to plead with her kidnappers again. Before she could get a word out, something invaded her mouth. It was a huge cock. Lori had given her boyfriends blowjobs before, but none of them had a penis this big.
Lori was being held in place by other men and could not move. She thought about biting the man's cock, but that might get her killed. The important thing was to live, she told herself.
The man in front of her, started to push his cock deep into her mouth. She gagged as the cock head entered her throat. When she couldn't stand it one second more, he pulled all the way out. Lori took a quick breath and the cock invaded her mouth again. This sequence went on for a few minutes. Lori eventually relaxed enough to suppress her gag reflex and found that she could still breath through her nose.
The man started to thrust into her face and throat faster and with more force. The man was actually fucking her mouth. There was no mistake about that. "You are so amazing. I've got something for you baby." He said.
The man pulled out so that just the head of his cock was past her lips and started to cum in her mouth. Lori was horrified. A strange man was cuming in her mouth. Lori kept his seed welled up in her mouth so that she wouldn't swallow any of it. As the man pulled his cock out Lori pushed the cum out with her tongue. It spilled down her chin and onto her blouse.
"Oh fuck that's hot!' One of the men exclaimed. "Usually you swallow it."
Cindy barely had time to think about the meaning of that statement when another cock started to push into her mouth. "This time I want you to suck it like you enjoy it. I better hear some moans!" The second man ordered.
Cindy was shaking with fear. She started to suck on his cock the way she had her last boyfriends. Gently she worked her lips up and down his shaft, sucking gently as she did. "Ohh, mmmm." She said around his cock. She didn't know how convincing she sounded.
After a few minutes of this the second man pulled his cock all the way out of her mouth and shot a rope of cum onto her face. Then he shot another and another. Cum was dripping down her face and onto the bed.
"Tell us you want another cock in your mouth Nancy." A different man commanded.
"I..I...nneed another c..cock in m..mouth please." Lori whimpered.
In answer to her request a third cock pushed into her mouth. This man started to throat fuck her like the first man. It didn't bother Lori as much this time. As he pulled his cock all the way out, Lori 's drool leaked out of her mouth. This man came in Lori's mouth and without thinking she swallowed it all.
Lori was pushed back onto the soft bed. She felt hands on both of her ankles as the men lifted her legs up. She felt the same wet sensation as in the van on her anus and knew what was coming next. She felt the bed move as someone got on it with her.
He was slow and gentle like the first man, pushing only the head of his cock inside her. Lori was better able to receive him in her asshole. He pushed into her quickly and began fucking her in the ass with long hard strokes. There was no pain this time and despite her situation she was starting to enjoy it.
"Ung, yeah, fuck my ass." She told him. "Use me."
The man was drilling her ass and grunted as he came inside her ass. When he pulled out, he scooped a drop of cum that leaked out with his finger and placed it in Lori's mouth. She sucked it clean and swallowed it.
Lori had just tasted her own ass on some strange man's finger. What was happening to her? He didn't even have to order her to do it.
"Here's the part you have been waiting for all evening." One of the men yelled at her. "Open your mouth." He told her.
Lori obeyed, not knowing what to expect. Her mouth was filled with a warm stream of urine. She felt her hair, chest and stomach also being drenched with piss. The men were pissing on her. Is this what Nancy wanted?
Lori gagged and spit out as much of the piss as she could she couldn't help but swallow a few drops and she could taste the acrid flavor in her mouth. Within seconds the men were finished and Lori was soaking wet with their piss.
One of the men removed her blindfold and cuffs and left Lori free on the bed. Lori stared at the men in the room. She recognized one of them as Larry one of the men Nancy dated.
Larry instantly recognized that the woman on the bed was Lori and not Nancy. "Oh you sneaky little pervert!" He laughed out load. "Making us think it was Nancy all along. You had me fooled all along!" He said, still laughing.
He threw her some clean clothes and offered to driver her back to the apartment.
Nancy heard the key in the door and jumped up from the couch. She could tell by the smell and look of her sister that she had experienced everything that Nancy had set up for herself that night.
A tear streamed down Lori's cheek. "I'm so sorry!" Nancy cried. "Did they hurt you? Are you ok?"
"Sit down and shut up!" Lori commanded.
Nancy obeyed. She had never heard her sister sound like this. She started to feel afraid. There was something very different about Lori's eyes.
**The end** |
19,470 | The Wrong Tent | bumpercars | NonConsent/Reluctance | 2021-12-26 | 2021-12-26 | 2022-01-01 14:48:03 | 1 | literotica.com | https://www.literotica.com/s/the-wrong-tent-1 | He went to my tent by mistake, and I didn't stop him. | ['Accidental Cheating', 'Cheating', 'Creampie', 'Cunnilingus', 'Doggy Style', 'Drunk', 'Embarrassed', 'Impregnation', 'Mistaken Identity', 'Slut'] | 4.54 | CW: Mistaken identity, accidental cheating, impregnation
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I guess, after my camping adventure, we can conclude a few things about me. I am helpful, I don't want to hurt people's feelings, and I am slutty. And I am apparently passing all of those genes on.
I went camping by myself because I'd just finished a long software release cycle at work and I needed some distance from it. I had a two-person tent, a thorough supply of trail food, ten gallons of water, a knife, bear spray, and a taser. I thought, as I drove off towards the Rockies, that I was prepared for anything.
I'd picked a campsite half an hour away from Breakpoint, a tiny town with a hundred tired-looking houses and a single diner. My campsite was halfway up a valley with a stream rushing down it, surrounded by pines.
I wasn't expecting there to be too many people - it was during the week, and it was early enough in the spring that sudden snows were a possibility. But, as I reached the end of the dirt road that led up the valley, I found a truck sitting in the first parking spot.
"Hey there," a blonde woman with a gentle Southern accent called out as I stepped out of my car. "Wasn't expecting many other folks."
"Neither was I," I said.
"Well, we won't eat ye," a man with a Scottish accent said, stepping up next to her and putting an arm around her waist. "And if you're here for nature and solitude we will be sure not to be too loud."
"And you can borrow our beer," the woman added.
"As long as you give it back," the man concluded. She elbowed him, without any real malice, and he made a show of wincing.
I smiled. I'd expected solitude, but there would still be plenty to be had, on the hiking trails and at night. Besides, if I had to have company, it could be a lot worse.
"I don't drink much," I said. "But I'm happy to meet you."
"Same," the woman said. "I'm Jackie, and this is Lewis. Pop on by our tent if you're in the mood for company. And not to worry if you don't want company - we aren't trying to give you any more people than you want."
I smiled. I had been worried about any awkwardness if I wanted to be alone, and this put those fears to rest.
"Thank you," I said.
She smiled. Lewis offered her his arm, and they walked back up to their tent in the spot next to mine. I smiled a bittersweet grin as I watched them go, and then turned to start unpacking.
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So, I suppose I wasn't just coming up there for solitude. I'd come up the previous spring, but I'd had Chris with me then. He had since cheated, and been thrown out along with all of his stuff. But the campsite was one place I still hadn't entirely burned his memories out of, and I wanted to fix that.
It took me an hour or so to get everything set up and completely bear-proofed. Once it was all together, I took a long hike up to Virgil's peak, bringing my lunch with me. It was almost all of what I needed. I'd hoped to have a new boyfriend along, but I figured I'd get there eventually.
By the time I got back, Jackie and Lewis had already set up dinner around their firepit. It was getting chilly, and I was glad I'd brought a thick sweater.
"Hey you," Lewis called out. "Care to join us for dinner?"
"Sure," I said. I dug out a few hard-boiled eggs and some fruit from my cooler and sat opposite them.
Given my musings about my relationship status, I had to admit that Jackie and Lewis were quite cute together. They held hands, when they weren't eating, and Jackie leaned on his shoulder. I couldn't tell if the couple of beers they each had were making them more comfortable showing affection in front of a stranger, or if they were always like this.
She looked a lot like me, I realized as I watched them. My skin was olive and my hair was dark, but we were both muscular and just a bit busty. I wasn't sure if I wished I was her, or wanted what she had, or if I was just happy for them. I guess it was a bit of each.
I told them about my work, and they listened even though it was clearly tech- magic to them. I told them about Chris and the breakup, too, and Lewis taught me some lovely Scottish curses for him. They explained that they were traveling away from home for a bit, but I had taken them up on sharing the beer so I missed them saying where home was.
It wasn't until I staggered back to my tent and got ready for bed that I discovered one other way in which we were sharing. I could hear them talking, softly, hear Lewis murmuring and Jackie giggling. Then, slowly, I heard their sounds shift as they started kissing each other.
I froze, wondering if they'd drift off to sleep, but they very much did not. I heard the rustle of clothing, and then Jackie's voice moaning. She started out soft, but I could hear her ramping up as she gradually lost control. Lewis was either quiet or his mouth was occupied, because I couldn't hear him.
I don't know what the proper thing to do would have been - pretend not to notice, I guess. They were married, and fucking outside was a joy that I wouldn't want to deny them, but it was still a joy that I wasn't supposed to be sharing.
I was, though. As I listened to Jackie's moaning ramp up, and tried to imagine what Lewis' tongue must be doing to her, I slid my panties down and ran my fingers along my lips. I was wet, just from listening to them, and I tried to catch up with Jackie's rising pleasure.
Jackie had a head start, though. I was just getting warmed up when I heard her wail Lewis' name, then give a long warbling moan as the pleasure overcame her. She panted as she tried to catch her breath, and I bit my lip to try to keep myself quiet.
"Having fun up there?" Lewis said softly.
"Come up and let me show you," Jackie replied, and I heard the rustle of their bedding.
I might have imagined that I heard the soft sound of Lewis' cock pressing into Jackie's pussy - my mind was trying to race forward and my body was trying very hard to keep up. But I didn't imagine Lewis' long groan as he thrust into her, or her satisfied hum as their hips met.
There hadn't been time for them to put on a condom, so they must be fucking each other bare. I wondered if Jackie was on the pill, or if they were trying for a baby. I tried to imagine what it would feel like, having Lewis' bare cock thrusting into me, and I had to stifle a moan. I slid my fingers deep inside, trying to put myself in Jackie's place, and my heat rose along with her husband's.
It had been months since I'd had any action, so my body was desperate for it. I could feel my climax rising up, and I had no idea how I was going to keep quiet when it came.
"Oh, fuck," Lewis moaned. "Oh, Jackie!"
"That's it," she purred. "Cum inside me. Knock me up."
He roared with pleasure, as the implications of her words hit me. I felt myself tipping over the edge with him, imagining that it was my cunt urging him to fill me, and I couldn't stop it. I put my left hand over my mouth, trying to muffle my cries as the ecstasy broke free. My hips rose up as I came, my legs twisting and pushing as the orgasm refused to let them sit still. I hoped, as Lewis moaned with the joy of seeding Jackie, that he was too loud for them to hear me.
I gasped into my hand as I crashed back down to Earth. In the next tent, I heard Lewis trying to catch his breath, and Jackie murmuring to him. I listened, as they drifted off into a well-fucked sleep, and tried to wrestle through my emotions.
I felt dirty. Jackie and Lewis were nice people, and here I was masturbating to their very private moment. I was taking something that I shouldn't.
And yet, that dirtiness only made me hornier. My half-formed fantasies about taking Lewis' cock, about being in Jackie's place and feeling him shoot his load inside my cunt, were all the sweeter for being so wrong.
I told myself that I hadn't hurt them, and that telling them now would only embarrass them, so keeping quiet was the best thing to do. And yet, I found myself hoping they'd be just as loud the next night.
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Lewis and Jackie were going for a hike the next day, along the same trail I'd been planning to take. I volunteered to go with them, and they cheerfully accepted. I reasoned that, if I kept my distance from them, they'd figure out why I was doing it. They'd feel awkward, and then they'd be quieter and I wouldn't be able to listen.
"Thanks for coming with us, sugar," Jackie said. "You look like the sort of girl who knows this hiking stuff better than we do."
I shook my head. "I don't look that different from you."
"About the same shape," she said, with a not-entirely surreptitious glance at my backside. "But I can tell by looking at you that you've wanted to be up here for a long time. And that you know your stuff."
She glanced back at Lewis, who was adjusting his water carrier. "Ain't that right?"
"She told me how much water I'd need, so I think she knows it well," he agreed. "As to whether she's the same shape as you, I couldn't say."
"Oh, you could."
"Wouldn't be proper."
I grinned. "You'll just have to take my word for it, then."
"Aye," he agreed. "Now which way to the peak?"
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We ate dinner together again that night. I tried not to get distracted by anticipation, and I mostly succeeded. Jackie had three beers, which I supposed meant that she wasn't pregnant yet even if she planned to be. I suspected, given what I'd overheard, that they were getting their boozing done because they might soon have sobriety forced upon them. Jackie also mentioned that they were only staying for two more nights.
"There're a lot of pretty places we want to visit," Jackie said.
"It's a shame we can't stay here longer," Lewis said, only slurring his words slightly even though he'd had more to drink than Jackie. "There's just too many beautiful places to visit. We'll never give them all the time they deserve, but we have to try anyway, don't we?"
We cleared the table, and I listened to them stumbling back to their tent. It was pitch black - the moon was almost new, so only the starlight pierced through the pines to light our paths.
I settled into my sleeping bag. I didn't bother putting on pajama pants, just slipped between the covers and let my fingers begin to move along my lips. I was already wet with anticipation, and I was even wetter by the time I heard Jackie's voice moaning softly.
I tried to imagine the motions of Lewis' lips, and plot the path his tongue was taking, based on Jackie's moans. She gasped, and I pictured his tongue circling her clit. She whimpered, and I imagined his tongue running along her lips, his wetness mixing with hers.
I put my left hand over my mouth, desperate to keep myself from interrupting them. My fantasies stumbled all over each other as my fingers slid inside my cunt. I imagined that Lewis was pressing his hand over my mouth instead, telling me to keep quiet so I didn't wake Jackie. I pictured Jackie laying next to us, telling Lewis to use my pussy however he wanted. I pictured myself pulling Lewis close, telling him that Jackie didn't need to know, as he moaned and came inside me.
Their voices were lovely - they hardly made any effort to hide their affection. I had no trouble imagining them both with me, because every moment gave me a new example of what their lust sounded like. I could hear the slap of their bodies pressing together, hear Lewis moaning and Jackie's words melting into helpless pleasure as they rose up.
I bit my hand as my climax hit, the pain sharpening the edge of the pleasure and keeping me from wailing loud enough to disturb them. A moment later, Jackie followed me, crying out as her pussy squeezed Lewis' cock, urging him on until he roared in pleasure as he filled her.
I was dirty, I had to admit. I decided I was okay with that, though. I wasn't hurting them, and the pleasure was too sweet to pass up. I listened to their post-coital words, too soft for me to make out anything but the love and the pleasure behind them, and drifted off to sleep.
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"It's our last day here," Jackie said at breakfast.
I frowned. In just a couple of days I'd gone from hating the idea of sharing the campsite to enjoying the company. The nights were certainly part of that, but not all of it.
"That's a shame," I said. "When are you heading out?"
"Early tomorrow morning," Lewis said. "We'll try not to wake you up."
I carefully kept my face neutral. "Well, do you have any plans for your last day?"
"We were gonna hike up to Barnard Lake," Lewis said.
"And drink the rest of the beer while we can," Jackie added.
The double meaning was meant to go over my head, and I had to pretend that it did. I wasn't supposed to know what might stop Jackie from drinking, after all.
"Do you want company?" I asked. "It's fine if you don't, but that's a nice hike."
Jackie grinned mischievously. "Oh, if you'd like to lead the way, we'd be happy to tag along."
I grinned. "Great."
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It was almost five when we dragged our sweaty selves back into the campsite. Barnard lake is quite a trek, but it's gorgeous - nestled in a mountain hollow and surrounded by peaks and windblown pines.
Admittedly, it wasn't the only scenery on the hike. We traded off who was in the lead, and I got some lovely views of Jackie and Lewis' backsides. I got the feeling, too, that they were both glancing at me when I was in front of them. Perhaps I was projecting, but I didn't think so.
They were both cheerful when we got back. I started cooking up some hot dogs, and by the time I had them cooked up Jackie and Lewis were both on their second beer.
"You're really good company," Jackie slurred. The beers she'd been chugging were quite good - mine was a sweet honey wheat that left me swaying in a nonexistent breeze - but if she'd drank this much the first night I would have worried she was an alcoholic.
"Thanks," I said. "Are you sure you're ok?"
"Yeah," she said. "I just...it's good beer and I...we might not be able to drink for a while," she said.
"Besides, you look like you're enjoying it," Lewis cut in. He was a bit more sober than her, even if that wasn't saying much. "And you'd feel bad if you drank more of our beer than us, right? So we're giving you space."
"That's very thoughtful," I murmured, as Jackie cracked open another. I wasn't sure if I'd get to hear much of anything that night, given Jackie's state, but that didn't bother me as much as I'd expected. I was enjoying watching them cuddle, and trying to drink up the last few moments I'd have with them as much as I was drinking up the beer.
"We try to be thoughtful," Lewis agreed. "We don't always hit the mark, but we try for it."
We finished our meal, and finished off the last of their craft brews. I think I had four, and Lewis and Jackie had both stayed well ahead of me. The fire was starting to burn lower when Jackie laid her head down in Lewis' lap and drifted off.
"Oh, the poor girl," he murmured, running his fingers through her hair.
"D'you need help getting her back to the tent?" I asked.
"You aren't any more sober than I am, lass," he slurred.
"I'm not drunker, either."
"Alright," he said. "Fair. Get her arms, then."
In truth, I was only a bit past tipsy, and he was only a couple of beers behind Jackie. But that just meant that he needed my help more than he wanted to admit. Together, with just a bit of stumbling, we managed to get Jackie into their tent and on top of her sleeping bag, where she promptly started snoring.
"Alright," Lewis mumbled. "I'll go put away the last of the food. You can turn in too, lass."
"Such a gentleman," I said.
"I try."
The moon was new and the sky was cloudy, so it took me a bit to find my way back to my own tent. I stumbled in, and fell back on my mat, and pulled my pants down.
I knew I wasn't going to get a show from Jackie and Lewis, but they'd still given my imagination plenty of material. I had every detail of the past two nights - their moaning, and their pace, and the sounds they made as they surrendered to each other. I could even imagine Lewis going back to his tent and fucking Jackie - I didn't think he would, but that just made the fantasy more exciting. I let the fantasies wash over me, and spread my legs, and let my fingers move along my lips.
I heard Lewis finish up, closing the cooler and stashing it in their car. I heard his footsteps tromping back, and imagined what it would be like to have him coming to me, ready to fuck me senseless. Jackie was so lucky. I whimpered a bit, and the sound of my fingers stroking my wet cunt filled my little tent.
"What a surprise," Lewis said softly. "I thought you were out cold."
I froze. I could just make out his silhouette in the entrance. All of my fantasies derailed, and I tried to find the right words to explain that he'd gone to the wrong tent.
"Well, let me help you, love," he said, and knelt.
My brain tried to go in a thousand directions at once. It would be deeply awkward for him to find out he was looking at the wrong girl with spread legs, and I didn't want to embarrass him like that. I knew I ought to, though - it wasn't going to be any less awkward if I waited until he had his tongue in my cunt. But I could feel myself getting wetter as he drew closer - a part of me was delighted to see reality start to mimic my fantasies. Between these impulses, I didn't say anything until I felt him kiss my pussy.
I moaned as his lips pressed against mine, finding them dripping wet. Either my moans sounded a lot like Jackie's, or he was too drunk to notice the difference, because he didn't hesitate. He let his lips explore, his tongue gently running down my cleft and glancing across my clit. My pussy was responding with desperate enthusiasm - I could feel myself dripping onto his tongue. I squirmed, out of some mixture of guilt and pleasure, and he wrapped his arms around my thighs to pull me closer.
I knew it was wrong. I was intruding on something that belonged to Lewis and Jackie, taking what wasn't mine. But I had spent the past two nights jilling off to the thought of how naughty I was being, and so the guilt turned into horniness as fast as I could feel it. I worried briefly about what would happen if Lewis realized who I was, but that was the future, and his tongue was swiftly pulling me back to the present.
God, his tongue. Jackie was the luckiest girl in the world to get it every night. He walked the line between having enough patience to see what motions made me squirm and enough passion to follow them as far as I needed. He ran his tongue up and down my lips, reading my clit with each passing, but lingering more and more as I moaned beneath him. I wondered if I was subconsciously trying to moan like Jackie, or if we just sounded alike. I wondered if she got hot at the same motions, and how close he could get before he noticed. But all of these thoughts were fleeting, tossed around like ships in a storm. It was all I could do to hold on.
I ran my fingers through his hair, tracking the motions of his head as he pleasured me. I wished I could tell him how good he was at this, tell him that I was going to cum on his tongue, but I was about to show him and I figured that would have to do.
I could feel his smile against my lips as I got close. He could feel my pleasure, and I could feel his joy at it. It was surreal that he could read me so well, and yet he still thought I was Jackie. I was guilty, and horny; I was a bad friend and a really successful slut.
I focused on my sluttiness, as the pleasure rose up and I wrapped my legs around him to pull him closer. It felt so good to surrender to what my body wanted, to let my pussy control my actions and cast any thought of tomorrow aside. I moaned wantonly as the first flash of pleasure shone through, forcing me to push his head against my lips. The pleasure was sharp and bright as a firecracker, and I gasped with the effort of keeping up with it.
Lewis rode down with me, his pace only fading when my legs fell back and I slumped back against my sleeping bag. He pulled back, catching his breath along with me, his hands tracing gentle circles on my thighs.
"I love to make you cum," he murmured.
I mewled in response, unable to properly assemble a sentence with the afterimages of my climax still flashing before my eyes. I couldn't think of what to say, anyway; I didn't know how Jackie responded to that sort of comment.
Lewis adjusted his position, giving me a bit more space. It occurred to me that I did know how Jackie responded to Lewis getting her off - she fucked him. Lewis was giving me room so that I could get ready for him.
My mind raced. Fucking him would be even more of a transgression than what I'd already done. Beyond that, he and Jackie weren't using protection and it wasn't a safe time for me. But, if I didn't do it, he'd pretty quickly figure out that he'd gone to the wrong tent.
My pussy made the decision for me. Lewis slid his fingers up my thigh, to the edge of my lips, and I realized how horny I still was. I wanted him, wanted to feel his cock inside me. So, instead of confessing, I rolled over and got onto my hands and knees.
I heard the rustle of clothing as he slipped out of his shirt and dropped his pants to the ground. Then he placed a gentle hand on my hip and moved closer.
I should have felt guiltier about it. The guilt was there at the back of my mind, along with the worries about how to keep it secret and about the risks of unprotected sex. But Lewis was all I could focus on, his warmth and his desire. I felt his knees as he knelt between my legs, felt one hand caress my hip as he moved closer. Then, slowly enough to make me desperate, I felt his hand touch my lips, then guide his cock to me.
I moaned as he entered me, unable to worry about how much I sounded like Jackie. There was a narrow window between going slow enough to let me adjust to his hardness and going fast enough to satisfy my inner slut, and he stayed there perfectly as he drove into me.
"Oh, Jackie," he murmured as he sank home.
I had wondered, as I'd listened to them fuck over the past two nights, whether Lewis went down on Jackie so that he could focus on his own pleasure in the second half. As he drew back and thrust into me, I realized it wasn't quite so simple. He wasn't ignoring his own pleasure - I could feel the intensity in the motions of his hips and hear the stirrings of lust in his voice - but it wasn't his only focus. He was responding to me, too. As I moaned and bucked back against his thrusts, he squeezed my hip and let his pace creep up to meet my desire. I didn't know how he could be so responsive and not notice that I wasn't Jackie.
"So horny tonight, love," he marveled.
I mewled in response. I don't think I could have spoken if I'd needed to, with his cock sinking into me, and I was lucky to have so many excuses not to speak. I was getting fucked, and I was drunk, and it was late. I hoped it would be enough.
He set a hand on my back, my hair brushing against his fingers.
"I hope I'm not being too ungentlemanly," he said softly, his fingers tracing the edge of my shoulder blade. "Doing this while you're drunk."
I shook my head, and I knew he could feel the motion.
"That's good," he said. "I want you so much."
I hadn't realized how desperately I wanted this, how horny and lonely but mostly horny I was, until I found myself there with Lewis inside me, telling me he wanted me. I knew it was hollow, that he thought he was saying it to Jackie, but I was hearing it.
I also hadn't realized just how uninterested my previous boyfriends had been in my pleasure until then. Lewis was moving with me, adjusting his motions and his touch to give me what I needed. I didn't know how he could tell. Perhaps my moaning was more informative than I realized, or perhaps the hand he kept on my hip was reading my motions as much as it was keeping me steady. However he was doing it, I was steadily rising toward a second peak.
"Yes," I moaned. I hadn't meant to speak, but Lewis didn't break his stride.
"Yes, love," he replied. "Oh, it's so much better without a condom, isn't it?"
It was. The sensation of his bare cock inside me, with nothing to block his warmth or the feeling of his skin, was exquisite. But beyond that, the knowledge that I was unprotected was more of a turnon than I could have guessed. I knew it was wrong, and that got me hot; I knew it was foolish, and that just made me feel like more of a slut, helpless before her desires.
I could tell how much he was enjoying me, too. He was panting with the effort, and moaning softly with some of his thrusts into me. His hand gripped my hip more tightly as his pleasure rose higher. I was giving him that pleasure, and inside my own pleasure I felt a little pride at that. I might be stealing Jackie's place, but I was giving Lewis the same primal pleasure that she did.
I thought briefly about Jackie, asleep in the next tent while her husband fucked a near-stranger. She deserved better than that, I admitted to myself.
But I could tell, after spending days with her, that she wanted Lewis to be happy. So, I rationalized, I was helping her out too.
Besides, Lewis was so good to her; he deserved to be happy, too. And if Jackie was too drunk to shag him, then I would have to be his substitute Jackie for the night.
He was certainly making it easy for me to slip into the role. He leaned forward, one hand running up and down my side as he thrust into me. He'd found a rhythm that was almost as fast as I wanted, and I was responding by driving my hips back to meet him. His cock was filling me up beautifully, and I could feel myself dripping all over him.
He moved his hand down, along my side and across my belly. I whimpered as his fingers trailed across my bush and reached down. Jackie was so lucky, I thought, then I reminded myself that I was his Jackie for the night.
"You go that fast, you're going to set me off too quick, love," he said. "Let me help you."
His fingers reached my pussy, making small circles around my clit as he thrust into me. He wasn't precise, but he didn't need to be. He was surrounding me, with one hand holding me and the other frigging me and his cock thrusting into my cunt. He was holding me from every angle, just like I was holding his cock, and it was all I could do to process it.
"Fuck," I whispered. "Oh, fuck me."
He obliged me eagerly. The motions of his fingers lined up with his hips, moving faster as he drove himself into me and slowing as he drew back. He was beautifully hard, and it occurred to me that he must enjoy my pleasure as much as his own.
The risks I was taking did cross my mind. I was pretty sure that Jackie was out cold, but if she woke up and heard us fucking I'd have a lot of explaining to do. I'd spent two nights surreptitiously enjoying their pleasure, though, so the secrecy only got me hotter.
The fact that I was unprotected should have slowed me down too. Lewis was in me bare, his hard cock ready to fill me with his seed. But the practical wisdom of not getting creampied by a stranger was just another rule that turned me on when I broke it. Besides, I told myself, I was his Jackie for the night, and Jackie welcomed it.
I could just feel the first signs of his control slipping. His fingers were slowing, losing the rhythm as his hips picked up their pace. I moaned as he thrust into me, my hips involuntarily buckling against him, and he moved his hand back around to my hip.
"You really want it, don't you, love?" he asked softly.
"Yes," I moaned.
"Oh, I'm glad," he panted. "I don't know how I could stop."
I wished I could talk dirty to him like Jackie did. Her purring voice, telling him to cum inside her, had set me off as surely as it had done for him. But every word I said was another chance for him to realize his mistake, instead of filling me with it. I supposed that showing him my desire would have to do instead.
I arched my back as his pace crept up, as much to see if the change would provoke him as to express my own pleasure. He groaned, and I felt his fingers tracing a path down my spine. I must be a good substitute Jackie, I told myself, for him to be so taken with pleasure that he didn't notice any differences.
"Oh, love," he murmured. "You feel so good."
I tried to focus on all of the sensations, enough to fix the entire encounter in my mind. I felt a pang of sadness at the thought that I'd only get him once, but I pushed it aside in favor of the moment, where I still had him. I tried to focus on the sensations to fix the encounter in my mind. His hands, once caressing my hips but now holding on and pulling me back against him. His lovely cock, sliding deep inside me and filling me up. The rough edge of his breathing, as his rising pleasure threatened what control he still had. The moment was perfect. It wouldn't last forever, but nothing did.
My body was in total agreement with me. I could feel my muscles tensing up, driving me towards a second climax. I didn't know if I'd make it before Lewis did, but I hoped.
"Are you going to cum again, love?" Lewis asked.
"Yes," I whimpered.
"Oh, please do," he said. "Let's go together."
I wondered, fleetingly, if that was something we could do, and if he and Jackie had ever managed it. Perhaps I was stealing a special event, and giving Lewis a memory that would let him piece together what happened. But the pleasure was strong, and the shame only made it stronger, so I let it take the wheel.
I moaned as he gripped my hips tightly, pulling my hips back against his as he drove into me. He wasn't holding anything back any more, not trying to delay his pleasure for my sake. He was fucking me deeply, letting me feel every bit of his lust. Like a proper Jackie, I was taking him eagerly.
I knew that the smart thing would be to stop him then, before he came inside me. But the thought of admitting my deception was too much to process - he'd feel guilty, and ashamed, and angry. I didn't want to hurt him - I shared that with Jackie too. My only other choice was to let my inner slut have everything she wanted.
I brought my knees closer together, feeling his legs between mine. I could feel his sweat, feel the tension in his muscles mirroring mine. I moaned as he thrust into me, bringing himself as close to me as he could, his cock stoking the fire that was already consuming me.
"Yes," I gasped. I arched my back and drove my hips against his. I drew myself in close, my ankles crossing his, to pull him as close as I could. I needed him, needed to ride him higher, needed to draw his pleasure from him. Jackie had every other night to take this joy, but I needed to fit it all in one.
I hadn't realized, until then, how much pent-up desire I had. My first orgasm had gone off like a string of firecrackers, but this one burst like a bomb, sending waves of pleasure through me and knocking me down. I collapsed forward, wailing Lewis's name, too far gone to think about whether I sounded like Jackie. My pussy squeezed him tightly, urging him to share the pleasure I was feeling. My legs shook, and he held me tightly, keeping me from falling over, reminding me of his love even if it was poorly aimed. He'd pushed me over the edge, but he wasn't going to let me go alone.
I had a moment, as the pleasure rolled over me, where I could just barely manage to think about what I was doing. I had a married man's cock in my pussy, and I could hear the impending explosion in his voice. He was about to cum in me, at the riskiest time of the month, and I could so easily end up with his baby in my womb. It should have sobered me up, and made me do something smart.
I didn't want to do the smart thing, though. The whole rest of my life was about doing the smart thing. I wanted this trip, this moment, to be about something else. I wanted to be the fertile little slut that I didn't know I had inside. I wanted to thank Lewis for what he'd done for me. I wanted, just for another moment, to be his Jackie, no matter the cost.
He gasped as he drove into me, a series of short helpless sounds as the pleasure overpowered him. I reached back with an unsteady arm and squeezed his hand. I could feel his cock swelling inside me, growing harder as he thrust deeply into me until he claimed me.
He roared as his climax burst, pulling my hips as close as he could. I could feel his cock pulsing inside me, swelling with each thrust, spraying his virile seed into my unprotected pussy. I moaned with him, the last of my orgasm squeezing his cock and urging him on. He drove into me, again and again, groaning with the primal pleasure of spreading his seed. I bent forward, letting him take his pleasure like Jackie would have done, taking his load in my cunt like the fertile little slut I was.
He leaned forward as the last of his pleasure washed over him. He caught himself with a hand that pressed against mine, just as his sweaty chest pushed against my bare back. We were joined as closely as we could be, I thought. I could feel him catching his breath, and feel the pulsing of his cock growing weaker as I took the last of his cum. My practical brain was already starting to freak out, but my inner slut was too pleased to let any doubts in. I was a good Jackie, and I couldn't think what else I wanted to be.
"You're so good, love," Lewis murmured.
I moaned softly, squeezing his hand. I was starting to wonder what would happen if he fell asleep on me. I wanted him to, but I knew he couldn't. I'd had my moment as his Jackie, and now I needed to figure out what to do next.
He sighed as he straightened up, giving my ass a gentle pat.
"Thank you," he said softly.
"Oh, thank you," I whispered back.
He moved his hand, then slowly withdrew. I groaned at the sensation, and he chuckled.
"I know the feeling, love," he said. "But that beer is going right through me. I'll be right back to hold you, alright?"
"Alright," I said.
He stood. I heard the rustle as he slipped his pants on, then the zip of the tent flap as he stepped out.
I couldn't sort through my emotions, as I heard him walk across the campsite and out of earshot. They were tangled together beyond my ability to tease them out. I was grateful that he had decent odds of walking back to the right tent when he returned. I was sorry that he was walking away, though, but only because I was so thoroughly well-fucked, and because I wished I could follow it up by falling asleep in his arms. I was worrying about the risk I was taking, but perversely proud of how good of a Jackie I was. I felt like I'd pulled a heist, and I was satisfied with my skill even as I wondered just how wrong it was.
I was still pondering it when I heard his footsteps coming back through the grass. He hesitated for a moment at the edge of the clearing, and I felt a sudden stab of worry that he was figuring it out. But he started, and walked to the right tent, and walked in. I heard him doff his pants, and murmur something to Jackie. I waited, breathing softly, until I heard him fall silent and drift off.
I did feel a little guilty - I had deceived him, even if it had started accidentally. I'd stolen from them both, in a way. But the pleasure, and the danger mixed with the sweet togetherness I'd felt, didn't leave much room for guilt. I'd probably feel stupid in the morning, but my inner slut was quick to remind me that the morning was a long ways off. So, like a thief surrounding herself with ill-gotten loot, I wrapped myself up in a sleeping bag that smelled like Lewis, and drifted off into a contented sleep.
\---
By the time I slipped out of my post-coital haze and stepped out of the tent the next morning, Jackie and Lewis were gone.
I could see their footprints, where a soft rain overnight had left the ground a bit wet. They'd loaded up their stuff, and taken their tent down, and driven off.
Before they'd gone, though, they'd walked over almost to the entrance to my tent. I tried to discern what they'd been doing, and I couldn't tell. Had Lewis been questioning the steps he'd taken, and realized his mistake? Had he known, and stepped over to say goodbye? Had Jackie known, and come to see the spot of her husband's triumph? Or had they just come to say goodbye to an acquaintance, then decided to let me sleep?
I'd never know, I suspected. I didn't know their last names, or where they lived. All I had was the shirt that Lewis had left in my tent, which still smelled like him, and the seed he'd given me.
I did consider trying to get a morning-after pill. But I knew that Breakpoint didn't have a pharmacy, and it was at least an hour down the mountain to find a place that did. Even then, I didn't know if the pharmacies up here would carry it. It'd take me all day to take that chance, so I took the other one. I put on Lewis' shirt, and went on the hike I'd planned, and resolved to let the chips fall where they would.
The rest of the trip was lovely, too. I got in some excellent hiking, and listened to the wolves howl in the distance, and swam in mountain lakes that nobody else knew existed. I came back to my tent each night and thought of Lewis and Jackie while I fucked myself. It was a release.
The last day of my vacation, I drove back down the mountain. I brought my camping gear in, then went to the bathroom and confirmed what I was already starting to suspect - Lewis had left more than a t-shirt for me to remember him by.
I wondered, as I sat on my bathroom floor and stared at the pregnancy test, whether Jackie was making the same discovery, wherever she was. I hoped so; she and Lewis had sounded so eager for it. Certainly Lewis was not lacking in capability there.
A part of me wished even more strongly that I was in Jackie's place right then. She'd be doing this with support, instead of alone. But I didn't want to take everything she had from her. I'd borrowed it for a night, and that had clearly been plenty.
No, this would be my secret. I'd have this baby, and say that it was from a one night stand. And when the kid got older, I'd teach them to speak up for themself, and that you can never be too prepared on a camping trip.
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I'd like to thank Sylvidoll for her editorial help. |
19,471 | Wrong Turn | spider007 | NonConsent/Reluctance | 2012-12-10 | 2012-12-10 | 2022-01-01 15:46:01 | 1 | literotica.com | https://www.literotica.com/s/wrong-turn-1 | Wife takes a wrong turn and pays the price. | ['Force', 'Group', 'Wife'] | 3.82 | I had just finished a little shopping at the clothing store where I had picked up a new skirt, new bras, and panties. My hubby of five years liked push-up bras and thong panties.
There was a lot of traffic on the thruway so I took a back road shortcut. I drove on automatic pilot, dreaming of strutting my stuff for my husband. Suddenly I was heading down a dark street that I didn't recognize. I followed it for a mile looking for anything familiar when I came to a massive barrier and signs saying "Road Closed." "Shit," I said to myself and tried to figure out how I could turn around on this narrow street. Then I saw the police-like flashing lights behind me. "Shit," I repeated to myself, "Now I'll get a goddamn ticket to boot from these pricks."
In my rearview mirror I saw a uniformed man approach followed by another with a big flashlight. I slowly rolled down my window, cautiously put my hands on the wheel, and waited. "Step out of the car, miss."
"What's the trouble officer? Was I doing anything wrong?"
"We have a report on a vehicle like this and I need you to step out. Bring your purse slowly where I can see your hands and don't reach in for anything." I mumbled then grabbed my purse and opened the door to get out. "Slowly," one barked. "Keep your hands where I can see 'em." I slowly disembarked. One took my purse while the other told me to turn around and put my hands on top of the vehicle.
"What's going on?" I asked as I slowly turned around. He didn't answer but silently patted me down. He patted my tits very carefully which I thought was strange. "Hey!" I exclaimed.
"Shut up. Don't talk unless I ask you to." He continued his pat down squeezing my ass and the front of my skirt. "Put your hands behind your back," he ordered. I did. I was still trying to understand what was happening when I felt the cuffs secure my wrists.
I noticed one rummaging through my purse. "Hey! Stop that! You got no right...."
I was cut off when the one behind me said, "Gonna resist arrest, honey? You're comin' with us." He led me by the arm to the police car. It was an odd police car -- a large pure black van. He slid the side door open and told me to get it.
"What kind of a police car is this?" I inquired.
"A special one. One made especially for hot cunts like you," he chuckled and threw me into the back of the van. His words threw me off, as did the lack of normal seats in the back of the van.
"What the shit is goin' on?" I shrieked without thinking of my words.
He answered, "You're what the shit is going on. Actually you're hot little cunt is what's goin' on." I was stunned silent. He tie-wrapped my ankles together, climbed in, and put a blindfold on as the other hopped in the driver's seat. "Actually we got a report on you back at the store buying sexy bras and tight little panties. The info we got said you're one hot piece and your cunt, mouth and ass just won't quit." I started to scream for help. He slapped me hard on the side of my face, stomped on my stomach driving the wind out of me, and kicked me in the ribs. "Don't make us hurt you more than we want," he sneered as he jammed a large ball gag into my mouth. "Now you be a nice girlie and don't give us any shit and you won't get hurt... at least not much, while me and my buddy and some of our friends see what ya got. We're not sure if your cunt's reputation for being tight, warm, and wet is accurate, but we're gonna to find out. Then were goin' to compare your cunt with your ass and mouth." He fingered my gag. "Looks like your mouth can handle a big one. Do you take it deep?' I whined and shook my head. He whacked my face again... and again... and another. "I said don't give me any shit, and shakin' your pretty head no is givin' me shit."
I started to cry. He took scissors and began cutting off my clothes as the van pulled away. He cut slowly offering commentary on my body to the driver as he progressed. My blouse and bra came first. He cracked the door and threw them out. "You won't be needing these for awhile," he wisecracked. Then to his partner, "Hey, Joe, so far so good. She's got some pretty big hooters that are nice and firm... and the cutest little pencil-tip nipples." Then to me, "Yes, siree. I think we can have lots of fun with your titties. I know you've had them sucked on, but ever have pins stuck in 'em, or had 'em nailed to a board, or your nipples stretched with a hot clamp?" I lay perfectly still in abject fear. The scissors went to work on my skirt and panties, and out the door they went. "Man, oh, man, Joe. You have to see this. This is the finest lookin' cunt we've had in a long time! The boys are goin' to love this one." A fresh pang of anxiety swept over me. These men have done this before, I thought, and, bad for me, they're probably pretty good at it.
We drove in silence. I said nothing while he played with me. He finger fucked me. He fucked me with a carrot. Then stuck a large zucchini up my pussy and fucked me vigorously with that. I hoped like hell he didn't notice that much to my chagrin my pussy started to respond. But no such luck. He yelled to his partner, "Hey! She likes it. This cunt's wetter than a bathtub and so far she's only been fucked by a vegetable. I wonder how wet her pussy gets with a real cock."
Then with a diabolical grin he produced large metal spring clamps and latched them on my areolas right behind my overly sensitive nipples. The clamps were connected to a long brass chain. While I tried to not react he pulled and yanked my nipple out, up and down, and sideways. "Nice tits," he whispered, "Want 'em bigger? Want me to balloon 'em up?" I didn't know what he meant until he produced a roll of heavy string and began to tightly wrap the base of my 34D tits. I was small around my chest but my breasts stuck out five inches with a large D cup. He sat me up and lifted my blindfold so I could see. My tit was compressed to a thin stump at the base and ballooned to near twice its normal size. It looked like a small blue- and pink-tinted volleyball. "Tits like this are easy to stick things in," he mused, "and they make a handy punching bag..." He walloped the side of a blown-up tit with his fist. Then with his other fist. He punched my tit four times. It hurt and I couldn't help whining. I felt relief when he stopped punching until he ballooned up my other tit. It got punched four times, too. He restored my blindfold. I was getting very fearful for myself over what might be in store.
We drove into a large warehouse. The van door opened and he yanked me out to a cacophony of cheers and jeers. "Can I fuck her now? Can I?" was the loudest shout.
The guy in the back of the van was evidently the ringleader. "Not yet. There's plenty of time and you'll have many chances. But first we have to warm the bitch up and make her more compliant -- she's still a little too cold." I was dragged across the floor. My wrist cuffs were removed and my arms retied above my head to ceiling ropes. I was pulled up until my toes just left the floor and I was hanging free, completely at their mercy. I heard rustling and laughing. "Ever been warmed up with a garden hose, pretty one?" I was asked. I shook my head violently. Then a hose whacked my bare ass. It stung like hell and I couldn't hold in a whimper. I felt men inspecting my ass and commenting enthusiastically for a minute, and then another hard whack on my ass. This was the routine. A roundhouse on my ass with the hose and made to wait anxiously for the next. The hose pounded my ass a dozen times. I couldn't control it and yelped with each hit. Then the hose hit the back of my thighs a few times, then my back, then back to my ass. I screamed through my gag with each swat and started to cry while the onlookers egged the man on, urging him to hit me harder. My gag was removed with the announcement, "Can't hear the bitch scream in pain with this on, can we?" There was a pause. Then the front of my knees felt the hose. Then my stomach and ribcage a few times. Then the powerful hose whipped my ballooned tits. The pain was god-awful. I screeched loudly. "That's what we want to hear," a voice said. "You're blowed up tits must hurt bad. Let's see!" My tits got hit six more times.
The ceiling ties were let down until my knees rested on the floor. My blindfold was removed "so you can see how we warm our bitches up." I saw 15 or so men naked other than hoods over their heads. About six were white, the rest black. These were the first black cocks I'd seen. The myth was correct. Most had the most massive foreboding cocks imaginable. They scared me to death, but goddamn it, they mesmerized me -- I couldn't help it.
The man with a handful of pushpins got my attention. "Blown up tits make super pincushions," he intoned and stuck one in my right tit. I felt the pinch and groaned. He stuck one in my left tit. I reacted again. Then his hands methodically jammed one pushpin after another into my tits. Each pin, made for posting things on bulletin boards, had a sharp but thick point. They didn't at all feel like hypodermic needles, but like finishing nails puncturing my tits. I was in continuous pain. My groans became staccato yelps. Each yelp brought a cheer. He stopped. I sobbed and saw about two dozen pins stuck in my oversized tits. Then I saw two pins with lit birthday candles atop. I couldn't imagine. "Think about this, bitch. These are great warmer uppers," and he stuck the candles into my tits just behind each nipple and sat back to watch them drip wax as they burned closer and closer to my nipples. I couldn't imagine how those flames would feel on my nipples. All I could do was whimper. It was like a poisonous spider slowly crawling up you legs. My whimpers turned to whines. I begged. I promised to do anything. "Anything, fuck pig?" I nodded a vigorous yes. "Beg us to rape your cunt, mouth, and ass." I hesitated. He looked closely at the candle with the flame a quarter-inch from my tits. "Beg us all, loud and clear! Tell us how much you want our cocks up your ass. You can do it now or wait 'till your nipples get toasted."
"Please! Oh! Please! Fuck me! Fuck my pussy! Fuck my behind! Everyone fuck me! I beg you!"
"C'mon, fuckface. Beg again and get the god damn words right." He hissed what he meant for me to say. At this point I would have said anything.
"Fuck my cunt! Fuck my ass! Fuck my mouth! Please! Everyone... I'll be your fuck pig... fuck me! Jus' don't burn me!"
The candles were removed. I felt relieved but was then told, "We'll fuck ya like you want but first we wanna have some more fun." He slowly pulled on the clamp chain and stretched my nipples another 3 to 4 inches and held them there.
"OOOOOOwwwwwww," I screeched. It hurt like hell.
"Hear that? She likes it, men. See if her tits can handle the hose now." I shuddered. The rubber hose came crashing down on my stretched tits, right on the 24 pushpins. The pins were bent, twisted and driven further into my tits. At the same time my tits were slammed downward but my nipples held taut. It felt as it my nipples were being nailed to a wall while being wrenched right off my tits. It was the worst pain I had ever felt. The hose slammed down again... and again... and again.
"Ooooooohhhhh... oohh... oohh... oohh..." I screeched like a blubbering idiot. I couldn't think of any worse pain. But they could. The hose gave me a roundhouse uppercut on my pussy and then was replaced with a cue stick. While my nipples were pulled so hard I was stretched forward against my arm ties and almost lifted off my knees, the hard wood stick crashed against my ass. I thought it would cut right through it. My ass got a number of whacks with the rod. Then my thighs. My ankles were lifted and the balls of my feet got couple. On my stomach. On my ribcage. Then a direct hit on the pushpins. And another. And another. It hurt too much to scream. I just cried like a baby and pleaded for mercy. For another two minutes with one man wielding the hose and another the cue stick they continued to beat my entire body. Then it stopped.
The pushpins were yanked violently out of my tits. Each one hurt like hell but I started feeling better as they were removed. Then my tits were untied. I watched my now totally blue tits return to their normal size and color, though I felt a strange burning pain as the blood flow resumed. I couldn't speak, only blubber. I heard the leader say, "Not quite warm enough," and looked up just in time to see melted wax from a burning candle drip onto a stretched nipple. Six or seven drops hit the nipple in quick succession. I learned that if immediately covered with more molten wax the first drops stay hot a long time, dissipating heat only into the nipple.
A high-pitched squeak, "ooo -- ooo -- ooo -- ooo -- ooo... was all I could muster with my nipple getting toasted. I managed to wail when the second nipple got the same hot wax treatment. After a number of seconds the burning pain subsided and I could see the cool hard wax coating my nipples.
Then, with a cackle, the leader snarled at me, "Bet you didn't know two ways to melt wax, huh?" Not waiting for an answer he applied the flame to a clamp. He held it for 2 or 3 seconds and I felt nothing. Then it started to get very hot. The clamp was heated for about ten seconds and it seared into my tit flesh. After it was removed it stayed hot for a number of seconds. This was the worst pain so far. As I wailed and sobbed, the men cheered and the leader heated up the other clamp, holding this one nearly 15 seconds, getting it much hotter than the first. The clamps eventually cooled. The men all high-fived. The leader whispered, "Don't it feel great knowing you're such a good entertainer and man-pleaser?" I whined. He continued, "But ya know, that damn wax didn't melt. Maybe this'll do it." He held the burning candle directly under my nipple for 3 seconds. The wax softened, my nipple sizzled, and I screamed bloody murder. He roasted my other nipple. I thought I might pass out. But from nowhere came the fleeting thought that the flame induced burning was not totally different from the heat I feel when my husband tweaks my nipples with his fingers and teeth -- just degrees.
They weren't done. "Ya know what else this candle is good for? Makin' cunts bare without the bother of razors." He laughed. Before I could even process his words a man pulled my legs apart and the candle flame was passed up and down my pussy lips. Surprisingly I felt little burning, but I could see and smell my wispy bush catch fire and with a crackle and smoke burn away. The pain increased terribly when he held the flame closer and longer in some spots to burn off remaining stubble.
"YYEEOOOOWW! SHIT! MOTHER FUCKIN' JESUS H. CHRIST!" I screeched, though lucid enough to know I should've chosen better words in front of these bulls.
They all cheered. "Is she talkin 'bout fuckin' her father or her little boy?" one laughed as my burning bush went out. I couldn't imagine how they knew about my nine-year old son, and it worried me. They released me. I felt the clamps being removed. My face was splashed with a glass of ice water. Someone held my head back, my nose closed, and my mouth open and another poured a full glass of whiskey down my throat in gulps I was forced to swallow. The leader thanked me. "Thanks, cunt. A couple of the boys have been out shoppin' and your credit card got us a couple of months of booze and supplies, some other stuff like a gun I always wanted, and $500 cash which we'll accept as partial payment for making you a real woman. When we're done if you feel we earned more we can always get more." The leader looked me in the eye. "Tell us you want to fuck and suck us all night unless you want more beatings." I mumbled through my sobs incoherently. "Loud and clear, cunt," he shouted.
I stammered, "I want to... fuck... and suck... all of you... all... night."
He turned to the group, "She's ready now. Let's fuck this pig!" A wild cheer went up.
I was taken down, dragged to a large mattress, my neck tied down, and my legs spread and tied back over my head. My head was already starting to spin from the 8oz or so of straight whiskey poured down me. I hold my liquor pretty good but this was way over my capacity. I heard rustling. I felt a cock touch my dry pussy lips; then ream into it. It felt like a monster. I grunted loudly. The rapist held it deep and kissed me hard on the mouth growling, "This cunt of yours is going to get fucked so much starting with my seven inches." He fucked me with abandon. After 5 or 6 minutes he pulled out and within seconds another cock was pounding me. My pussy had excreted a little juice from the first fuck. This coupled with a deposit of cum made #2 not so difficult and his cock pumped me with not as much pain for 6 or 7 minutes. My mind was in a whirl and my pussy was getting hammered. I lost count at around eight cocks, one right after another. Most felt normal. A couple stretched my vagina walls to the breaking point and repeatedly banged my cervix. After about ten fucks I was no longer focused on my achy body from the beatings and torture but on the feeling of many large cocks in my pussy. This was mostly pain. But, shit, there was some pleasure as my god damn pussy began to tingle. I forced myself to focus on my body pain. I couldn't let these bastards know my pussy was responding to their repeated fucks.
I was gang fucked non-stop for two hours. The worst part was not the brutal rapes but my pussy winning the battle of my mind and cumming with the very last man. Since I had been desperately holding it back I came long and hard. I yelled, shook, vibrated, moaned and spit dirty talk. I couldn't help it. I learned that for my husband, got to like it and it now came without thinking. The men cheered. I hoped to high heaven they didn't hear all of my responsive blathering -- especially that "oh... mother fuck." I was so pissed off at myself and embarrassed.
While they finished their drinks, poured more -- including another 4oz forced down me, and congratulated themselves, some repositioned me on the mattress. I was put on my hands and knees with my face pushed into the mattress, my legs spread, and my ass cheeks pointing high in the air. I could feel cum dripping out of my pussy. I heard someone say, "Before we stick it up her ass we'd better practice our aim." Another held my shoulders and sides tight. I turned my head to see what was going on. I couldn't believe it. Even through the fog of my daze I saw a dart being thrown right at me. For recreation they were using my ass as a dartboard! A shorter than normal one-inch dart tip slammed into my ass cheek. Its point was twice as thick as the damn pushpins and four times as long. It tore a hole and buried itself one inch deep in my ass. I didn't realize it until later but they had painted circles and a bull's-eye on my ass. What now looked like 20 men spent the next 15 minutes giving me more excruciating pain and humiliation. Most darts stuck in my ass. A couple hit a thigh and entered a muscle. One errant throw slanted into my lower back. The men had 15 minutes of pure giddiness.
The leader sneered, "If that wasn't good enough for ya, we got BB-guns that can fill your ass with BBs if you want. Or if you prefer we could fuck your ass instead. If that's what you want yell out to everybody what you prefer." He whispered specifics.
It was no contest between two evils: having my ass filled with buckshot or inviting a bunch of pugnacious men to fuck it. Reciting his words, at the top of my lungs I yelled, "I WANT EVERYONE'S COCK IN MY ASS. EVERYONE FUCK MY ASS. I BEG YOU. FUCK MY ASS HARD." My words were slurred from the whiskey but they understood.
"Let's open this fuck pig's asshole," cried the leader. "Don't need no lube. By the sixth cock her ass'll be good and loose. Before that... well, you heard her. Fuck her ass hard and make her feel it." With a man pushing back against my shoulders the first butt fucker climbed between my legs and poised his cock on my anus. He made a steady hard push and in one fell swoop slowly buried his cock in my ass. It was tight. I felt like there was a watermelon in my bowels and I might burst any minute. My husband had done this only once but he had been slow and gentle and allowed me to adjust. This was the second invasion of my ass. It was with malice and, like they meant it to, hurt like hell. While the others cheered the man fucked my dart-indented ass with slow, full and hard strokes. After a good 15 minutes he held his cock deep, bellowed, and filled my bowels with cum. He pulled out. Within seconds another took his place. My tight dry ass was being stretched and fucked for the third time in my life.
The other 18 or 19 were milling around in line waiting their turn. They were laughing, downing their drinks, occasionally fondling their dicks, and having a good ole boys' good time. The thought of my ass being torn asunder made me worry about even surviving this ordeal. The first guy didn't give me much time to think. He didn't go to the sideline but instead stuck his big black cock in my mouth. "Open your cute little mouth, darlin', and suck my cum and your shit juice off." Before I could even think of a reply his dirty cock was face fucking me, muffling my cries of pain from the dick pounding my ass. He made me suck it for two minutes. And so it went. A guy fucked my ass, pulled out and stuck it in my mouth so I could clean it as another entered my ass.
It seemed, as the leader had said, that by the 5th or 6th one, cocks were sliding into my ass with more ease and I was getting a little more used to them. Now, instead of kneeling behind me they straddled my hips and drove their cocks straight down deep into my upturned ass. This allowed them to drive all the way in my ass with tremendous force. My ass felt like it was being reamed with a pile driver and hurt much more than the "normal" ass fuck. But it also let my pussy feel it through the perineum that separates it from my ass, and, god damn it anyway, it didn't alleviate the pain but it did add an ounce of feel-good. And I'll be go to hell but I had two orgasms from my ass rape gangbang. I didn't think a girl could cum from getting it in her ass. But I did -- twice before they were done -- really hard. Then like a bolt it hit me. Maybe I didn't cum as much from the physical as from the mental. Holy shit! Was a tiny part of me getting a small thrill from this savage rape? Did I maybe like just a teensy bit being ravaged, beaten, ass fucked, and tortured by macho domineering men?
My mind was in a whirl from the booze and my idiotic thoughts as the last man pulled out and had me clean his cock. This round took four hours of continuous ass reaming and my ass and entire body was so sore I felt nothing from the earlier beatings and torture. With much fanfare a massive black man took a close-up picture of my ass and showed it to me. A cock hadn't been in it for over two minutes but there I was, cum dripping out of a nearly two-inch wide asshole. I was shocked. He snickered, "I bet you could take a horse up your ass now, or at least our dog." That was a scary. After another minute or two he took another picture. The same gaping opening was still there! "See how it works?" he chuckled. "Once your ass is broken in it stays ready for cock. Look at that. That's an asshole that could take giant dicks, fuck for 24 hours straight and enjoy every minute of it, and then beg for more. And where the asshole goes the cunt is sure to follow. Your whole body is a non-stop cock craving fuck machine. Got that, bitch? Whadaya think of that? You're now a true fuck pig, cumbag and honky ho -- that's whore to you white bitches." I didn't have a response. He didn't wait for one. He just walked away laughing.
By my rough reckoning I was now nine hours late getting home and had taken over three dozen cocks. I ached all over from the beating my ass and pussy and entire groin were getting from cock. I've been fucked more in a day than most women get in two or three months. I couldn't imagine my body handling much more. But worse, while I tried to block it from my mind, deep down I was starting to get just a teensy thrill. Behind all of the horror of being dreadfully ravaged and beaten to a pulp, there was this little spark. As peculiar as it sounds a small part of me was starting to like being the center of attention of these savages. Getting raped, beaten and degraded by a group of men may be 99% awful, but not 100%. The thought made me sick and a little excited at the same time.
The men kept me on my hands and knees with my face buried while they refreshed with more booze and some snacks. They were enjoying their banter about me and calling me every name in the book, the nicest being fuck pig and two-bit cock suckin' whore. For ten hours now I had been theirs to do with whatever they wanted. Then the cue stick crashed against my ass. "Get your ass up, cunt!" one shouted. I got two more whacks as I struggled to get up through my constant pain and sheer exhaustion. I finally made it and stood wobbly on my feet.
A man lied down on the mattress with his six-inch cock sticking up like a flagpole. I was made to straddle him. His six inches slipped in my pussy. I was bent over. Another got behind me and with much exertion pushed through my already opened asshole and buried his cock in my ass. For the first time in my life I had a cock in both my pussy and my ass at the same time. I had never been so stretched and stuffed and started to moan and whimper. Their cocks rested on top of each other separated only by the thin sensitive membrane between my pussy and my rectum. Another held me up while two wrapped my hands around their dicks. Then I saw them. Two massive vice grips. I knew what they were for. I whined, "You said you wouldn't hurt me."
"No, I said you'd feel good. But these will remind you you're nothin' but a dirty fuck pig, cumbag, and a whore that belongs to us. We own your cunt, asshole, and mouth and can do anything we want with you, now or in the future. The only other guys you're allowed to fuck are your wimp husband... and your mother fuckin' little boy," he added with a chuckle. The vice grips were clamped tight on each nipple sending sparks of pain through my body. They let the grips fall like a dead weight jerking my nipples with them. I whined and sobbed. "Here's the deal. You will be fucked in your cunt and ass, you will jack off two cocks, and suck off another. That's five cocks at the same time. You'll have five cocks in you for many hours. And I'm tellin' ya you'd better fuck every one of 'em real good or I'll tear your nipples clean off your tits." I had never jacked off my husband and wasn't sure how to do it, but knew I'd better learn... fast.
Two cocks began to fuck my pussy and ass slowly, thrusting at the same time. The third man held my head up my the hair at a propitious angle to get his cock deep in my throat. Every time the two in my pussy and ass thrust, my body was rammed forward, scrunched like an accordion, and the cock in my mouth hit the back of my throat. Realizing that jacking off had something to do with my hand sliding up and down a cock, I clumsily stroked the two in my hand. The five fucked me like this for more than thirty minutes. The sharp pain in my nipples started to give way to the throbbing pain of a triple fuck. I ate a load of cum and took loads in my pussy and ass. My ass and pussy were already filled to the brim and these latest loads spurted out joining the pools of cum on the mattress. My jacking wasn't so skillful and those two didn't cum, but I learned that that was what they wanted -- not to waste cum shots in anything other than one of my three sex holes. They took over my pussy and mouth, and three more joined the fray -- two in my hands and one in my ass. Five were fucking me again. This time the cocks went in my pussy and ass with ease and, goddamn it, my bloated feeling was almost good. Amazingly the two I had jacked off for thirty minutes were able to last another thirty.
All of the cocks started to feel almost good though my nipples were in unbearable continuous pain. With every cock thrust the vice grips would sway menacingly. My pussy and ass were getting hammered but becoming accustomed to the pumping cocks. After a while I felt full but more satiated like after Thanksgiving dinner, not like having a watermelon forced in you. Plus they were working in tandem to rub against my pussy walls, G-spot and clit, none of which knew anything about rape. Mentally I was in great anguish but it was getting hard to stop the raw physical pleasure my cunt and ass were feeling. I had given my husband a number of blowjobs but his cock was in my mouth for five minutes at the most, and never so deep. Now some cock was in my mouth for hours and my cheeks and tongue could explore every little detail, and the cockhead pushing through the esophagus sphincter was a new, interesting, and, other than the chocking and gagging, an almost satisfying feeling. My jack- offs were not good but my hands were able to roam over and inspect the intricate detail of a cock. Oddly, I guess, I had never closely inspected my husband's cock. My fingers were oblivious to the rape and explored the peehole, rolled over the rim, squeezed the head, pulled the skin on the shaft, jacked the shaft, and even cupped and squeezed the balls. In an odd academic sort of way I found it fascinating and pleasurable. Despite the horrible situation I was becoming well versed in cock. And, with their help, which included hard slaps on the side of my head and tugs on the vice grips but also assistance with my hand movement, I was getting halfway decent at jacking off. They tried to hold back but I actually got two off, splashing cum on my cheeks and hair. For a short goofy stupid moment I actually felt some pride in my newly learned skill!
Amazingly, and to my mortification, halfway through this second pentafuck I came in a noisy torrent. My orgasm was so powerful even my compressed nipples felt good! I'm sure it didn't go unnoticed. Especially the second time at the end of this same five-man fuck fest when my orgasm lasted for a full minute. I've never had more than one orgasm with my husband, and here I am, cumming twice in a half-hour for a bunch of rapists. As they pulled out and changed places I panted and moaned still hot from my spasms. I hated that I couldn't control them, but fuckin' A they felt good. (Even in silent thoughts my automatic dirty talk came out.) I still had a long way to go.
The third group of five fucked me. I was close to cumming right from the start. During this round a guy lifted and turned my head. With my mouth still full of cock I was looking directly into a video cam. I was ordered to smile with my eyes and stare into the camera as I sucked cock and as the camera panned back to show me jacking off two and getting double-fucked. I complied. He went further. He gave me a lengthy instruction and repeated it to make sure I got it. For reasons I'm not sure, other than the threat of getting beaten or my tits burned off, I went along. As instructed, I briefly took the cock out of my mouth, looked sexily into the camera and cooed, "As you can see I'm servicing five magnificent cocks all at once. It makes me a woman. I've never felt more like a woman. Soon I'll be rewarded with loads of sweet cum. I love cum... love to eat it and get it in my ass and cunt. After I satisfy these five I'm goin' to take on five more, and get more cum. I love being a cumbag, fuck pig, cocksucker, slut, and whore for these men. Would you like to make me a woman? Can I be your fuck pig?" I didn't know who I was addressing and was quite certain I didn't want to.
I stuck the dick back down my throat as far as I could and again, without complaint or thinking, moaned with pleasure. I wondered, "Shit! Did I just willingly say that? Did I mean it?" Worse, servicing five cocks at once was giving me another tiny twinge of pride. "HOLY FUCK," I thought silently, "I hope it's just the physical that's making me hot and not the prurient idea of being their fuck pig." Unfortunately I had two more biggies with this bunch. I hated giving them the satisfaction of my cumming. But the ecstasy of many world-class orgasms, which I could not control, was winning out. I was bordering on being a cum idiot. I hated these Neanderthals; but Jesus H. Fuckin' Christ, they were making my groin feel good and shaking up my clit.
After more than two hours the fourth group was fucking the shit out of me. They changed things around. First they whacked my ass and back with the cue stick and ordered me to get up. I was losing all muscle control and struggled dearly to get up. With the help of two more whacks I made it. I was too worn down to cry out. I was flipped onto my back with a man under me who slid his cock in my ass. A man on top stood on his haunches and pile drove his cock into my cunt in such a way that it scraped hard against my clit, which was sure to make my orgasms win the whole ballgame over my good sense. A third straddled my head and, saying something about sucking good or suffocating, rammed his cock down my throat like a posthole digger. The last two wrapped my hands around their dicks, wrapped one of theirs around mine and pumped their cocks in and out of my steady hand. With their free hand they slapped and pulled on those goddamn vice grips just for fun. Maybe I was liking their rough treatment. I don't know, but I came within a minute, and before these five were done, three more times, the last two lasting minutes and separated by no more than two minutes. I was getting close to having one big continuous orgasm. If I prayed I wouldn't know whether to stop it or to bring it on. My life was fast moving from one nice cum a night with my husband to cumming over and over for hours on end with these bastards.
I was in a weakened state. My body was like Jell-O, undulating and vibrating almost continuously. I had no control. My loud long moans were punctuated with screams of, "Fuck... oh, fuck, gooddd... damn... m-o-t-h-e-r f-u-c-k-e-r... ooooooooo shit..." Taking advantage of my weakened state the leader teased me with the camera. He gave me an explicit word script, for the "second clip" he said. I accepted without fuss. Looking directly into the camera lens I breathlessly gasped, "Fuck me men... all of you... fuck me hard... fuck my cunt... fuck my asshole... lemme feel your giant dicks... I love cock in my cunt... I love cock in my ass... stretch and pound my asshole... I love cock deep in my throat... I'll fuck all day long, and I love to eat cum. Do you want to fuck me? Do your buddies want to fuck me? Will you all fuck me? Please?"
After 45 long minutes I swallowed a load. The other two were climaxing the same time I was having my fourth. But they pulled out before shooting and left me hanging. Like a robot I reflexively moaned a complaint, mumbling something about leaving it in. While I kept my moans up, autonomously wishing cocks were still in my cunt and ass, I saw the leader tape them cumming in a cup, filling it above the quarter-cup mark. One man raised my head while the leader ordered me to drink their fresh cum. I was so fucked out I could barely hold the cup but, as the men cheered and the camera rolled I managed to pour it all down. The leader said," You're a good cum eater." Then he grabbed a fistful and dragged me by the hair to the other end of the mattress. He put a foot on my back and another on the back of my head. "Let's see you clean this mattress and eat all that cum," he snarled. I could see large puddles of cum. It was hard to gauge but after four dozen or so fucks there had to be more than a pint of cum. "Lap it all up you two-bit whore!" While the camera rolled my tongue went to work on the mattress. Occasionally I had to stop to clear my throat. That got me at least one and usually four or five belts from the cue stick on my ass and back of my legs. I was totally drained but still somehow lightly cried and yelped.
I spent over 30 minutes lapping up the cum from the mattress, some they made me scrape up with my teeth. The men got a big kick out of it, downing booze, laughing, calling me filthy names, and beating my ass every five minutes or so. I could tell they broke the skin and were beating my ass raw. The leader growled, "That's your dinner, pig, unless of course you want to wash it down with some of our piss." I groaned. He laughed. "Don't worry, pig, though salty piss might help cure your bloody red ass." Streams of piss hit my ass cheeks. It stung bad but not as bad as the humiliation. They pissed on me for a minute. I laid my face on the mattress and sobbed softly as the burning slowly went away, hoping to high hell they wouldn't force me to lick the mattress some more.
The leader again yanked me up by my hair. "Get on your knees, you worthless bitch!" I recalled the gun they got with my credit card and thought they were done with me and were going to execute me. Instead a cock entered my mouth. "There's twenty guys here now and as a grand finale you're goin' to either suck off or jack off everyone one of 'em. Everyone's already cum five or six times in you so it might be hard. But, if it takes 12 hours, you'll suck or jack every cock until you swallow their cum or they cum all over your cumbag body. Like a good slut you'll do this without any rest. If you falter I'll beat your ass silly. You got that, fuck face?" He grabbed my chin and looked me menacingly in the eye. "Tell me loud and clear that you can't wait to get every cock in the place off once more."
I slowly got it out. "I can't wait to suck everyone's cock." The first one was back in my mouth and was face fucking me. The leader, who I concluded was the meanest sonofabitch in the world, chuckled and said, "We don't want your ass or cunt to get lonely, though." With help from three others they spread my legs and asscheeks, then with much effort forced a lubricated wine bottle -- the 3-inch fat end first -- in my ass. It took a lot of pushing. I felt like my ass was giving birth. Finally my asshole opened and the bottle went in. They kept pushing and twisting until I was covered in sweat and only one inch of the 11-1/2-inch bottle could be seen poking out of my asshole, which squeezed around the narrow neck. I had over ten inches of a three-inch wide wine bottle up my ass. Then to my absolute horror they produced a 9-1/2-inch long half-wine bottle that was "only" a little more than two inches wide, and started to stretch my pussy lips with their fingers.
I managed a whine. "Not in my pussy. Please! Not like this. It won't fit."
"Don't worry, whore. We're not goin' to put this up your pussy. But we are going to push it all the way up your cunt. Ha ha. You forgot you no longer got a pussy, but a cunt. That's all you got and all you are -- just a cunt... nothin' but a filthy cunt. Good for nothing but suckin' and fuckin'." I hadn't any time to react to his words as they were about to explode my pussy -- I mean cunt. I don't know where the strength came from but I managed long loud moans and whimpers as they stretched my cunt, and with much ado slowly twisted the 2-1/4-inch wide bottle into it. I felt it hit my cervix. They pushed some more and my cervix was pushed into my uterus. When they finished over 7 inches was stuffed in my cunt with just a two-inch long bud of a neck sticking out from my pussy lips. They were so pleased with the torturous contortions they put me in, they took a number of pictures while the guy waited impatiently to fill my mouth. The leader enthused, "Super! Men are goin' ta love these pics," then warned me, "You'd best not screw up. If I have to beat your ass, that bottle in it doubles the pain. And you really don't want to let those bottles break while they're filling your holes."
I had no more strength and couldn't move but managed to force myself to suck the first cock in line. I sucked it for 30 minutes, though it was more of a face fuck, until he shot his wad down my throat. The second immediately followed. It occurred to me that by the time this is over I might swallow a quart -- maybe more -- of cum. I was besieged with cock to suck. The fourth guy wanted a hand job and I tried to focus on my new skill. I thought I was doing it good but with his self-control I had to jack him off for 30 minutes before he plastered my face. I alternated between suck off and jack off for the rest but found it hard to focus with the pain of my ass and cunt being simultaneously reamed beyond possible. My hand jobs took an average of 20 minutes, my blowjobs 10 to 15 though one diabolical guy made me suck his monster 10-inch black cock for an hour. That bastard enjoyed his mastery over me and watched me strain with those monster plugs in my three holes. He told me he wanted me to get used to it because he was going to do me a lot. He also said it took about two hours and a two or three times before white honky bitches like only big black cocks fucking them and sucking on, and he wanted me to get a head start.
The last few blowjobs ended with cum on my body, not down my throat. They aimed their cocks directly at my face and as I stayed stupefied jacked themselves off until, with fanfare and laughter, they blasted my head, face, and tits with their cum. I was in a hypnotic trance, running on autopilot and about to lose consciousness from exhaustion, pain, and being fucked half to death by cocks and bottles. My mind was not rational. I was losing all feeling. I could barely tell that a cock was in my mouth or hand. To keep me awake they would snap a vice grip on a nipple and twist it for a second or jerk the bottles back and forth.
For close to seven hours I sucked or jacked continuous cock with bottles in my cunt and ass. I was close to 24 hours of straight beatings, burnings, torture, sucking, jacking, and fucking 15 then 20 brutes over and over. On the other hand I did have a few super cums. I fell in a heap. The bottles were pulled out with a plop.
A hood was tied over my head. My arms were secured behind my back. My ankles were tied and bent back to attach to my arms. The only thing I had on was the hood and a coat of white drying cum. I could barely think but expected my life would soon be snuffed out. I sniffled, sobbed, and whined, "I don't want to die. Please don't kill me."
The leader spoke. "Not to worry, darlin'. We got no intention of killing you, at least not yet. We want you alive. Some day we'll want to fuck the shit out of you for 24 hours again. Maybe longer 'cause I can get 30 to 40 men interested in you as a fuck pig. Think you can fuck for 48 hours straight?" I didn't answer and he didn't wait. "Now here's the deal, and listen closely. We're going to drop you off where you'll probably be found within a few hours. I know you'll end up talking to the police, but you know no details. You didn't see what we looked like or sounded like. You can't even remember the size of the cocks you serviced. You don't know where you were because of your blindfold and you recognized nothing about the building. Now if you decide to cooperate, we're smart enough that the cops will never find us, but we'll know you squealed. Then one or both of two things will happen, besides us fucking and beating you to death. One we'll grab your wimp of a husband and cut his balls off. The other we'll grab your boy and introduce him to cornholing. I know a lot of guys who'd love to stick their cock up your little boy's asshole. Then we'll turn him into a cocksucker and an ass licker. Did you get all of this? Did I go to fast?"
I managed to shake my head yes and no to his questions. He went on, "Then to keep us from messing up your kid you'd gladly fuck us all again, any time we want, huh?' I whined lightly. He reared back and kicked me solidly in the solar plexus. "LET ME HEAR YOU SAY IT, YOU FUCKIN' WHORE PIG!"
Fighting for a breath and struggling through a whine, a loud whisper was the best I could do. "I'll fuck you all anytime you want."
"GLADLY!" he yelled, and kicked me again.
Through whimpering, crying, and gasping for breath I responded, "Gladly. I'll gladly fuck everybody, anytime. Don't hurt me."
"That's a good little cumbag." He continued, "Now you might yearn for more good fucking and cums like we gave ya. I'll help. Until next time you can reminisce. Just go on the internet, find the site, pay the fee, and watch videos and pictures of a fuck pig whore -- that'd be you -- taking dick after dick after dick, and looking like she loves every minute of it."
I was too demolished to even question. A couple picked me up like a sack of potatoes and dumped me in the back of a van. We drove for almost an hour without a word. The door opened. The two men grabbed my knees and underarms. I was swung back and forth a couple of times then hurled through the air, landing naked, tied, and hooded, violently on my shoulder on the weedy gravely ground. I groaned, feeling like I might have broken some bones. I lay trussed with my arms and legs behind me and my vulnerable front protruding out. I heard footsteps. Lipstick wrote "fuck pig" on my forehead. On my stomach they wrote "Do it here" with an arrow pointing toward my pussy. "And this is to remember us by," one snarled. Heavy strong clamps were stuck on my nipples. Then my unprotected stomach got a swift hard boot. I heard a camera clicking. I groaned, desperately wanting to double over from the blow but couldn't, and gasped for my breath. Then I felt the cold steel of a gun barrel against my head and heard it being cocked. I was ready to die. After a few seconds, which felt like hours, the gun was removed. "We'll be back," they snickered. A fist smashed into my face. Then another kick. Then the van sped away.
I fell into a semi-conscious state. After a few hours I heard voices and felt a wrap being put on me. Shortly I was in a hospital bed talking haltingly to my husband and the police. I told them I had been raped numerous times and tortured by many men but knew nothing more and couldn't help them further. I wasn't about to tell them specifics like handling about 70 cocks one way or another non-stop over 24 hours, and certainly not about my ten or so gigantic orgasms, or the very tiny short-lived thrill I got being a sex slave to those brutes. My husband would never understand any of that.
They asked me how it happened. All I could say was, "I was driving home from shopping... and took a wrong turn, I guess."
To be continued with her second encounter. |
19,472 | Wrong Turn | DontScream | NonConsent/Reluctance | 2010-07-27 | 2010-07-27 | 2022-01-01 15:46:00 | 1 | literotica.com | https://www.literotica.com/s/wrong-turn | Woman in a strange city panics and pays the price. | ['Panic', 'Strange City'] | 4.44 | Christine knew she was in trouble as soon as she rounded the corner. She hated walking around in cities she didn't know, but hated the thought of taking a cab a lousy six blocks even more. Now she was just three blocks from the hotel, but clearly not where she wanted to be. The gang of college-age looking boys spotted her immediately in the late evening sunlight. They saw her blonde hair, hourglass figure, tight slacks and sleeveless blouse. They saw that she was alone.
Christine considered turning around. However, she determined any sign of fear would be an invitation for the boys to come after her. Besides, she wouldn't be able to see them. Instead, she did a quick inventory of the buildings around her.
Only one-a four story structure that looked more like a converted warehouse- had enough lights on to seem open. She held her breath and pushed on the door when she got to it. It swung open and Christine rushed inside.
There wasn't a soul in sight as she headed toward the two elevators. Christine saw a door with a stairwell sign above it, but chose not to confine herself to stairs that may or may not have an unlocked exit. She pushed the 'Up' button for the elevators.
"C'mon, damn it. Open!"
As the doors to one elevator slowly inched apart, Christine took one look at the entrance and, as she jumped inside, saw the first of the boys rushing in.
She anxiously hit the button for floor three, assuming they'd expect her to go to the top, and punched at the 'Close' button. The doors slid shut and she took a relatively silent ride to the third floor, her pounding heart reminding her of the panic she felt.
When the doors opened, she faced the option of turning left or right down a narrow, dark hallway. A light far to her left made her choose that route. She was halfway down the hall before any potential exits came into view. But, the first unmarked door was locked, and she continued her flight.
Christine's footsteps echoed against the walls as she flew past men's and women's restrooms and finally approached the only light within sight. She saw another possible escape, and this one looked more promising. A door with a sign reading EroStar Productions was on her right. She hesitated only briefly before turning the knob and feeling the door glide open.
She stood in a small lobby or waiting area that was furnished with two uncomfortable looking chairs and a coffee table with nothing on it. An unoccupied receptionist's desk showed little signs of use and the lighting was hardly better than what Christine had in the hallway. She strained to hear if there were any voices or footsteps outside the closed door.
To her surprise, the first sound she heard seemed to be a woman's squeal and it came from farther inside the office she was in, not out in the hallway. Christine stood silently in an attempt to hear more. Now she was afraid to move in any direction and chose to stay where she was for the time being. A few seconds later, the next decision was made for her.
A man in his early thirties suddenly walked around a corner behind the receptionist's desk and stopped at the sight of Christine. It seemed to her that he was less than shocked to see her.
"Ahhh, there you are," he said with a faint grin.
"Excuse me," Christine said nervously. "Does this building have a security guard."
The man laughed. "Yeah, right. Like I can afford that."
His eyes shot up and down Christine's twenty eight year old body with an intensity that frightened her for some unidentified reason.
"I'm heading to the Fairmont and was, um, stopped by some men on the street and..."
"I know," the man said.
Christine paused. "You know?"
"They called me and said you were inside the building."
Her look of confusion was expected and the man grinned. He was beginning to see the possibilities of the situation and liked what he saw.
"But...," Christine stammered.
"They work for me," he explained calmly. "They're my talent scouts. The fact you chose our building to hide in is really just a coincidence. Funny, actually."
"Can you get me to Fairmont safely?" Christine said in as demanding a voice as she could muster.
Behind the walls, the unseen woman's shriek could be heard once more. Christine's eyes widened.
"Oh, you'll get to your hotel soon enough. But you might be delayed," the man said. "Or you can leave the way you came and give that a shot."
Christine never felt so trapped in her life. Somewhere inside this building, or just outside of it, was a gang of young men apparently waiting to assault her. Inside the office where she stood was an uncooperative stranger familiar with the gang and more than willing to feed her to them. Meanwhile, the echoes of a woman's screams rolled around her head.
"Where am I and who are you?" Christine demanded.
"My, aren't we the forceful one considering the circumstances," the man replied. "You are in the lovely confines of my little production company. And my name is Adam. You are...?"
Christine considered not answering, but realized the danger of angering the man in control of her immediate future.
"Christine."
"OK, Christine. Let's get a few things straight," Adam said. "First, you are free to leave any time you want. However, that doesn't prevent me from making a quick cell call to one of the guys on the street. Second, you will spend the night in your hotel room, barring any unforeseen trouble you cause me. Got it?"
Christine only nodded.
"See, it's not unusual for visitors to get 'lost', as it were, on the way to the Fairmont and surrounding hotels," Adam said. "My guys make a few bucks a week helping the loveliest of those visitors find their way to my office. You, Christine, just happened to save them the extra work."
"And then what?" she asked.
"And then we make you a star."
His wide smile didn't ease her apprehension.
"You've always wanted to be a movie star, right?" Adam asked.
Christine looked at him blindly.
"You certainly have the looks," he added with the same roaming eyes he used before. "A little conservative, perhaps. But professional. It's a start."
"What do you want?"
Adam's expression showed his pleasure. "Oh, I like a woman who gets to the point. Actually, I want you. I want to 'borrow' you for a couple hours. I want to let you show your stuff. Have a little fun in the process. Maybe even give you some satisfaction."
"You can't keep me here like a prisoner," Christine responded.
Adam motioned towards the door. He didn't need to speak. Christine frowned and felt her heart sink in defeat.
"Are you ready now?" Adam asked.
When she didn't answer, he repeated, "Ready?"
Christine nodded and followed Adam around the corner.
They entered a short hallway and immediately turned into a cluttered office. Adam moved behind the desk, opened a drawer, and pulled out two pieces of paper. He put the second page on top of the first and handed Christine a pen.
"Sign this."
"What do you mean, 'sign this,' she shot back. "Don't I get to read it?"
Adam pulled a cell phone out of his pocket and motioned to the street below.
"Fuck you," Christine finally said in a minor fit of rage.
She scribbled her name on the form and Adam stuck the papers back in his drawer. "Good girl. Now follow me."
They re-entered the hallway and went two more doors down before turning into what appeared to Christine to be a wardrobe room, or dressing room, or both. It only took a few seconds for her to recognize the singularly peculiar makeup of the outfits hanging one-by-one on the long, metal racks.
"You happened to join us on a busy night," Adam said. "Perfect timing. We are filming something right now that you should be ideal for. Did I happen to mention that we delve into the more, uh, erotic productions? That's the good news for you because you'll be given every opportunity to join in on the activities."
"But first, we need the right outfit for you," Adam said, taking one more long look at Christine's frame. He walked over to one of the racks and pulled out a leather bustier and matching bikini panties.
"Let's try this," he said, handing Christine the hanger.
"You want me to...to wear this?"
"Just for one scene," he said, as if to reassure her. "Try it on."
"I'm not going to..."
"Put it on, Christine!"
His first real tone of annoyance convinced her to obey. The next fact that became clear to her was that Adam wasn't about to leave. If she was to put on the bustier and panties, it would be with him watching. Her pulse doubled in the short time it took her to take the outfit off the hanger.
Without a word being said, Christine began to unbutton her blouse.
She and Adam locked eyes in a serious game of wills. She naively thought he might take the high road and let her change without staring at her like an animal at auction. But he was, in fact, a hardcore porn producer with a vested interest in the women he put on the screen. As more of Christine's body came into view, the lower his eyes went.
Christine untucked the blouse from inside her slacks and opened the last button. With a simple tug, the shirt fell down her arms. She tossed it onto a nearby chair.
Adam gazed at the thin white bra that covered her ample breasts. The cleavage pleased him and the faint impression of her nipples pressing against the material told him he may have hit an unexpected jackpot on this evening. Then he waited for Christine to continue.
Her hands moved down to the front of her slacks and she unbuttoned them with seemingly steady fingers. Adam watched her wriggle faintly as she pushed down on the pants and revealed a pair of plain panties. By the time the slacks were on the chair, he was convinced Christine was the sexiest woman he had seen in a year. He thought back to the college girl that the guys brought him once before as the only one that could rival Christine's perfect body and face.
As she stood in front of him, Adam studied her blonde hair and dark features; the gentle curve of her shoulders; the slim waist and full hips; and, the silky smooth thighs. All that was left was what the people that bought his movies came to see.
Adam nodded and Christine tried to stay calm.
She unhooked her bra and held it in place with one hand as the straps fell down her arms. Then, for the first time, she exposed her breasts for a total stranger.
Adam's cock told him everything he needed to know. Christine's tits were magnificent in every way. Full, firm, and round. Nipples that begged to be sucked. He was getting harder by the second and she wasn't even naked yet.
Then she was.
When Christine reached for the bustier and panties, Adam said, "Wait. Turn around."
Christine's body language had to give away the fact she dreaded his staring. But she turned for him and gave him a few seconds to stare at her ass. He was now nearly convinced Christine was the equal of the college girl. Only time would tell if she was as good in front of the camera.
She didn't wait for the OK to get dressed. She slid on the incredibly small and tight bustier and panties. It seemed to her that all but her nipples were exposed on top and the thong panties hid basically nothing.
"You are glorious, Christine. Tell me again you don't do this for a living," Adam said.
Her look of irritation replaced actual words.
"Now find some shoes over there," Adam said, pointing to a row of stiletto- heeled shoes.
She found a pair that only felt marginally uncomfortable and fastened the straps around her ankles.
"Let's go," Adam told her, leading her into the hallway and down a dark stairwell.
Christine clung tightly to the handrail as her unstable feet traveled from one step to another. Finally, they exited out into a huge open space. In one corner, Christine's eyes were drawn to bright lights and a group of people numbering around six or eight. As they got closer and she managed to take in the entire scene, she counted two men holding movie cameras, one man with a boom microphone, and a man and woman presumed to be the actors. Another couple people seemed to be directing.
Soon, Christine saw that the man was dressed in a very tiny pair of briefs and the woman was completely naked. She faced a fake brick wall and her wrists were fastened to chains that stretched out a couple of feet from the wall. The actors were being instructed as Christine and Adam arrived.
Immediately, all eyes-except the woman's-were on Christine, even as Adam spoke.
"Folks, this is Christine. She's under contract with us for tonight and I want to incorporate her into this story," he told the crowd. "Let us watch for a while and then we'll talk about how we can use her."
Quickly, the actors were positioned again and the muscular young man in the Speedos was handed a leather whip with a dozen or more strands hanging from the end. Christine gazed at the woman and determined she was no more than twenty five, probably younger. Her ass was tight and firm and her tits, while appearing to be natural, were fuller than Christine's. Suddenly, Christine didn't feel quite as exposed in her bustier.
Standing behind all the crew, Christine and Adam watched the action start up with the man slowly circling the young woman, tapping the strands of the whip against her legs as he moved from side to side. Christine caught herself staring at the immense bulge in the man's briefs, suspecting that she'd have plenty of opportunity to see it before the night was done. The whip worked its way up the woman's body until he was beside her, striking her gently on the tits.
Deep inside her body, Christine felt a tinge of excitement. Her mind, however, was telling her, 'Get out of here as soon as you can.'
She heard the man say, "Do you like that, slut?"
The woman pulled against the chains and said, "Yes, master."
He struck her a little harder. "Tell me you want more."
"Hit me again, master."
The sound of the whip striking her skin increased in volume and speed. The woman cried out in either pain or pleasure. Christine couldn't tell which. The man moved the whip to her ass and hit her even harder.
"Beg for it, you little whore," the man shouted.
Amid her whimpers, the woman pleaded for him to hit her again and again. Christine watched the strands of the whip wrap around the woman's cheeks and between her legs. Finally, the man was striking her directly on the pussy and the woman leaned over.
"Spread your legs!" he demanded.
Christine felt moisture collecting inside her tight thong as the whipping continued and the woman writhed within her constraints. Just then, Adam tapped Christine on the shoulder and motioned for her to follow him. They stood next to somebody Christine took to be a director, who handed her another leather whip with thinner, more numerous strands.
"I want you to take over this part. Just do what he's doing, all over her body. Concentrate on the tits, ass, and cunt. Make her scream. He'll be doing the rest," the man told her. "Oh, and watch for cue cards held up by the crew. We don't like to stop the filming once we get going, so we'll hold up directions for you. Don't stare at them, take a quick glance and do what it says. It'll just be two or three words at a time. You'll do fine."
"But I can't...I mean...I don't want...," Christine stuttered.
"Do it, Christine," Adam interjected. "The other options aren't pretty."
His look persuaded her to begin her acting career right away. She looked at the director for guidance, and he simply said, "Enter from this side. Slowly. Tease her and then get into it."
Christine walked gingerly on her heels from behind the crew straight onto the makeshift set. Once she was close enough, she reluctantly swung the whip just enough for it to make light contact with the young woman's tits. The man backed off and began to strip off his briefs. Christine had to force herself to look at the woman and not the man's massive erection. The few glimpses Christine did get made her wonder if the cock she saw was real. The idea of him actually using it truly frightened her.
Christine followed orders and methodically whipped the other woman all over, each smack resulting in moans of pure pleasure. There was no mistaking the woman's meaning anymore.
"Tell me what you want, bitch," the man said, standing directly behind the chained woman.
"I want to cum, master. I want you to fuck me and make me cum while the mistress is whipping me."
The man looked at Christine. "You heard her. Work on those tits. She likes it good and rough."
Christine slapped each tit in succession while the man held the woman by the waist and pulled her ass towards him. To Christine, it didn't look like the head of his cock would fit inside her tight cunt, let alone the rest of the cock. But with cameramen on either side, he put it in place and aggressively thrust forward.
The woman's screams reverberated through the entire floor as the cock disappeared. Christine shuddered, but found herself whipping the poor woman harder at the intensity of the sex. Between the woman's howls and Christine's whip and the man's body smacking into the woman's ass, the noise level rose several decibels.
The entire thing quickly got Christine so stimulated she nearly forgot where she was. She watched the pair having sex and added whatever additional animation she could with the only instrument she had.
Just then, she saw the cue card go up. A swift glance was all she needed to read, 'Get undressed.'
She swore to herself and considered her options. Christine seriously thought about placing herself in the hands of the gang on the street rather than continue with the filming. But the idea of upsetting Adam didn't excite her, either. She could end up being the next one chained to a wall with an enormous cock drilling her cunt.
After a few seconds of contemplation, she laid down the whip and began to untie the front of her bustier. She was on the second loop when her nipples popped into view. A cameraman instantly focused on her and moved closer. Christine felt a shiver go through her entire body as the garment opened and exposed more and more of her chest. Finally, she was able to pull it off completely and she was topless.
The man and woman next to her were noisily continuing their sex scene as Christine took hold of her tiny thong. Unbeknownst to Christine, every other pair of eyes on the set was locked in on her as she stripped. As she leaned up after discarding the thong, a second cue card told Christine to move in front of Kayla, whom she assumed was the young woman in chains.
Christine had to duck under the chains and between Kayla's raised arms to get in place. Just as she was about to wait further orders, Kayla said to her, "Oh, yes. Come closer, mistress, so I can taste those beautiful tits."
Any look of uncertainty on Christine's face was replaced with panic. Yes, she might have been a little aroused by the entire scene, but she wasn't anywhere near the stage where she wanted Kayla, or anybody else, sucking on her tits. She was trapped: by Adam; by the director and crew; and, by the chains.
Christine stepped forward until her tits were just inches from Kayla's face. The young woman stretched out and ran a tongue over one of Christine's nipples. Christine instantly felt a shudder clear down to her pussy and she moved closer. Kayla opened her mouth and soon had a good portion of the tit between her lips. Christine seemed to have no control over her body as she let Kayla have more and more of the large breast. In fact, after half a minute, she WANTED Kayla to have more. The first woman ever to suck her tits was driving Christine slowly insane with pleasure.
Every now and then Christine was reminded that several men, a couple of them with cameras zooming in on her body, were watching it all. Despite that fact, Christine played the part and allowed Kayla's ministrations to turn her on.
The next five minutes were spent waiting for the man to finish. Christine caught herself putting a finger on her clit more than once, but quickly pulled it away. Then she heard him groan louder than before and suddenly pull out of Kayla's cunt.
He walked around her and presented his huge, wet cock for both women to see. Christine saw the cue card: 'Suck it.'
Kayla didn't need a cue card. She already had her head tilted down in the direction of the bulbous shaft. Christine joined her, just a few inches behind, as if waiting for Kayla to lead. The man moved forward and Kayla licked him from base to tip. Christine bent over, wondered how she ever got here, and licked him.
She instantly tasted Kayla's sweet juices on the cock. Between the somewhat soothing warmth of the skin and the taste of the woman's pussy, Christine was not as disgusted as she thought she would be. She and Kayla took turns wrapping their lips around the cock and taking it deep into their throats.
The man managed to reach down for Christine's tit and squeeze it roughly in his enormous hand. Now she was feeling abused again, but there was certainly no getting out of the situation until this scene was ended. And she had a pretty good idea how it would end.
It only took another minute and a half for the man to take hold of his cock and start stroking it wildly. Christine found herself strangely fixated on his masturbation, another first for her. Her experiences in the past had her being the one doing the stroking. She oddly enjoyed watching the massive cock being pumped by him so close to her face.
However, the consequences of that did not escape her. As if on cue, she saw Kayla open her mouth in anticipation. The man slowed down and aimed his cock at the gap between her lips. He groaned one time, pumped the cock again, and arched his back. Christine nearly tilted her head away at the first signs of his voluminous stream of cum. It covered Kayla's face and landed on her tongue with such force it surprised her. Then, without warning, he was aiming it at her and Christine took a couple hits on the chin, neck, and tits. The cameras caught every single spurt, from two angles, until he was dripping cum and letting it fall on Christine's tits.
It was over rapidly, leaving the two women bathed in warm, wet, white fluid.
"Cut," the director shouted.
Christine felt relief like she'd never felt before. She could go home soon.
"Good job," Adam said to Christine as he approached her. "Not bad for a rookie."
Christine stood up and felt the cum dripping down her body.
Adam said, "There's a shower over there behind that door. Clean off. Don't get your hair too wet, but there's a blow dryer in there if you need it. Meet me outside the shower when you're done."
"Then I can leave, right?" Christine said with a tint of hope in her voice.
"We'll discuss that when you're done."
Christine walked rapidly to the shower and eagerly cleaned off in a matter of seconds. After toweling off and checking her hair, she came back out of the tiny room and met Adam.
"Let's go upstairs," he told her.
She was glad to head back to her clothes, but a little unhappy about having to do it while naked. The stairwell was empty, however, and they entered the wardrobe area without being seen, she thought.
"I have one more job for you, and that'll be it," Adam said bluntly.
"Hey!" Christine complained. "I did the scene..."
"And I have one more."
The look in his eyes warned her against arguing with him. The pit of her stomach ached and Christine fought back tears. Would this one be similar, or worse, than what she just went through? She wanted out of this nightmare.
Adam pulled a very short, very sheer, pink negligee from the rack. The neckline appeared to plunge to the navel and Christine doubted it was long enough to cover her ass. Spaghetti straps seemed hardly sturdy enough to keep it on.
"Put this on," Adam said, shoving the garment at her.
Christine slipped into it and confirmed all of her suspicions. It hid almost nothing. Adam smiled his approval.
"Excellent. Come with me."
As they walked into another studio close to Adam's office-presumably where Christine heard the woman squeal when she first arrived, she thought to herself-Adam filled her in on the details of her new 'assignment.'
"This is going to be part of a full-length film," Adam explained. "The guy who cleans the pool will be coming up to your bedroom. You will be asleep. He'll initiate the sex and you'll willingly take part. Let him do the foreplay while you gradually awaken. We'll give you a verbal command when it's OK to be fully awake. Later, we'll edit out that voice. From there to the end, just complete a sex scene."
Christine slowed her walk almost to a standstill. "Just complete a sex scene? Are you fucking kidding me? I'm not doing any more sex scenes for you with some dude I don't know. I'll pose for pictures...do a short video stripping if you want...anything to get back to the hotel. But no more sex."
Adam stared at her. "How about a very realistic scene of a half dozen horny college kids raping a woman in the alley?"
Christine stared back. "Fuck you."
"Now that we've got that settled, let's get started," Adam replied.
He led her onto the set. Just like before, a half dozen seemingly disinterested crew members awaited them. A fake bedroom, complete with furniture and paintings, dominated the area. Christine stared at the large bed, trying to imagine what would soon take place there.
Adam completed the introductions and advised Christine that the man who would be joining her was named Chad. She considered that somewhat of an improvement over the last scene, where she never did find out the guy's name, despite an introduction to his cock.
The director and Adam went over her responsibilities one more time, although it was obvious the specifics would be played out by Chad and Christine when the action started. No mention was made of dialogue, nor did Christine expect any.
"Get into the bed with just the sheet over you," the director ordered. "Leave it at about your waist."
Christine was glad to at least be able to cover up that much of her body. The negligee did little to hide the rest and she could see her nipples through the material. Soon, it wouldn't matter.
"Alright, get on your side facing this side of the bed and pretend you are asleep until we tell you otherwise," the director said.
Out of the corner of her eye, Christine caught the athletic figure of a man close to her own age. He was muscular, tanned, fairly good looking, and sported a bulge in his shorts that would have made the guy downstairs jealous. This was Chad.
Christine's heart pounded as she got into the bed and moved the sheet around until everybody was satisfied. It felt to her as if her tits were falling out of the negligee and, of course, that was the idea of the outfit. She swore at herself one more time for allowing this whole thing to happen and then prepared for the worst.
She closed her eyes, heard the call for 'Action', and waited.
Chad worked his way silently towards the bed, looking around to make sure nobody saw or heard him. He looked down at Christine for a moment and then softly brushed her blonde hair with his hand. He felt the skin on her arm and moved down to her hip. Chad gently lifted the sheet and pulled it down to uncover the rest of Christine's body.
He admired her for a few seconds before putting his hand on the back of her thigh and sliding up her leg, under the negligee, and onto the bottom of her ass. Christine never moved, but her heart thumped like never before. The mixture of fright and horniness was beyond intense.
Christine felt the negligee rising over her hip and onto her waist. She knew that her ass was totally exposed, and only her tightly closed legs in a fetal position kept her pussy from being seen as well. Chad moved up and ran a single finger along the outside of Christine's tit. When he got to the shoulder strap, he pulled it down onto her arm. Then he very gently pushed on Christine's shoulder and she rolled onto her back, presumably still asleep.
He lowered the other shoulder strap and only the tiniest portion of her tits were unexposed. Chad leaned over and barely let his lips touch the top of one breast. He kissed his way down toward the nipple. Then the negligee was lifted aside and the nipple was exposed.
"OK, Christine. Wake up, but let him continue."
Christine's eyes slowly opened and Chad's mouth encircled the tip of her breast. Immediately, he began licking and sucking on the generous tit. Christine nearly moaned out loud at the incredible chills he sent through her body. Chad's teeth tightened their grip on her nipple and Christine's pussy tingled even more. Her lips spread, but no sounds came out. When Chad switched tits, she thought she would scream with delight.
After a couple minutes of intense attention to her chest, Chad pulled down on her negligee until he was removing it entirely. Christine lifted her legs slightly and the little gown came off. Chad kissed his way up her thighs, past her pussy, and back onto her tits.
"Good morning, beautiful," Chad said. "Just relax and let me take care of you."
If she was concerned with whether to say anything or not, Chad took care of that. He moved up and began to kiss her on the mouth with a sensuous use of his tongue. Christine met every move with one of her own and surprisingly found herself passionately returning the favor. His hand was on her tit, and then her stomach. She nearly begged him to touch her pussy, but knew he was leading.
Chad eventually stood back up and said, "Pull down my shorts."
Christine crawled over to him and lifted the tight shorts over his erection and far enough down his legs to reveal the cock and balls. As she suspected, he was at least the equal of the man she saw before. Only this time, the erection was intended for her. That frightened her a little and excited her a little.
Chad finished the job of getting naked. Christine kind of wanted to see his ass, but wasn't in a position to be picky. Instead, she saw his huge cock coming closer to her face. She knew what was expected of her next.
Christine kissed the cock once or twice before licking it in the middle. It twitched, grew another inch, and fell against her lips. She put one hand around it and opened her mouth. Then she was sucking the longest, hardest, thickest cock she'd ever seen. Chad began to rock back and forth just a little, fucking Christine's mouth without forcing her to change her approach. Christine put her free hand around him and pulled him closer by clutching at his tight ass.
She was much more stimulated than she expected to be, but no more secure in her knowledge that this big cock might soon be entering her someplace other than her mouth. That's when Chad asked her to lay down and Christine took a long, deep breath.
Chad climbed onto the bed and placed his cock in Christine's cleavage. She automatically pushed her tits together and let him slide his cock up and down the valley with long strokes. The tip of the cock nearly touched her chin each time he moved forward. Then he took over the chore of massaging her tits. Christine was pleasantly surprised at his skill in keeping her on a path towards a climax.
She would have rather been many places besides in that bed with him and half a dozen other men watching, but there was no choice. Her opinion only changed a little when Chad started drifting down her body and softly pushed her legs apart with his fingers. When his head began to dip towards her pussy, Christine settled firmly onto the pillow and waited. It didn't take long for his tongue to work its way around her pussy and directly onto her cunt.
Chad put his arms under her legs and Christine felt his tongue slide inside her body. She moaned audibly, unable to prevent it. When nobody said anything, she felt relieved. Then the tongue was fucking her like a small cock and Christine's hips rose and fell out of habit alone. He was masterful at searching out the most sensitive spots in her cunt, resulting in more and more groans from Christine.
With the cameras centered on Chad's mouth and Christine's face, the scene took on a more natural tone. Christine still didn't want to be there, but her body betrayed her for the second time in the last hour and she squirmed on the bed under the influence of Chad's tongue.
When Chad finally lifted his head, Christine heard him say, "I've watched you at the pool, babe. I've wanted you every time I saw you. Now we're here and I'm going to have you."
Christine's look of half fear, half desire was exactly what the director wanted. She didn't have to say a word.
"Now turn over," Chad commanded.
Christine rolled onto her stomach with the help of Chad's strong hands. Her ass got the full attention of Chad, the cameras, and every man on the set. It was perfectly rounded with full cheeks that begged to be squeezed. Chad was quick to give in.
His hands consumed the entire area and Christine felt her pussy respond. When his fingers slid between her legs she lifted her hips for him. Then she felt his heavy cock sliding up and down the middle of her crack like a tree trunk. For an instant, the dreadful thought of him actually trying to fuck her ass shot through her mind. She said a quick prayer.
But this was going to be a fairly routine scene and Chad was only interested in getting her cunt as wet as possible, which had occurred long ago when his tongue first hit her clit. Chad lifted Christine by the waist and she pushed herself up by the hands. He skimmed his cock across her pussy and clit with continuous strokes while reaching under her and gripping both tits.
Now she was more than ready for him. Her pussy ached and was drenched from their foreplay. Her erect nipples craved his touches. She just waited for his orders.
"You want it so bad," Chad said. "I can feel how wet you are. Your husband can never give you what I can, so get on your back and let Chad show you what a real man feels like."
Christine was on her back immediately, looking up at the large man and his seemingly impossible erection. Chad took hold of her ankles and gently dragged her to the edge of the bed. Then he stood over her, between her legs. He let his cock come to rest on her lower stomach. The swollen head glowed a bright purplish pink as it glided across her body. Veins tried to burst along the entire shaft. And Christine thought she was ready.
Nothing in her past could prepare her for the feeling of that dildo-like cock being placed at the entrance to her cunt and the head spreading the hole to a previously unknown width. Christine clutched at the sheets with both hands and cried out in shock as Chad held her by the ass and thrust the remainder of the cock inside her. It took two or three more thrusts for her to think clearly once again.
She never knew sex could feel this way and was only just beginning to realize it felt pretty good, after her pussy recovered. Chad's cock filled her completely, stimulating places Christine didn't know could be stimulated. She gasped as he increased the speed, totally lost in the act and forgetting her surroundings.
The next few minutes were a blur of Chad fucking and groping her until she knew she was going to cum. Soon, it made no difference whether she was supposed to or not, it was going to happen.
Chad recognized it and played with her tits until Christine squealed, "Oh God. Yes! Yes!"
"That's it, babe. Nobody can resist Chad. Let me hear you cum."
Christine had no intention of resisting him at that point. She let him lift her ass off the bed, pound his huge cock into her cunt, and knead her tits until she couldn't hold back any longer.
"Fuck me! Harder!"
Christine had no idea where the words came from. Her mind was so immersed in the sex that she just shouted out what her body was feeling.
The already unstable bed creaked with the intensity of Chad's thrusts. His balls slapped against Christine's ass and she cried out in delight.
"Now! Of my God. Now. I'm cumming!"
Christine twisted back and forth as her orgasm exploded, continued for many seconds, and then restarted when Chad ran his finger over her clit. She lost track of how many times she came. In the end, her hair was tousled across the pillow and her face glowed beet red from the effort of cumming.
Then it was Chad's turn.
He pulled out and leaned over Christine's naked body, which shimmered with perspiration. She watched him masturbate for nearly thirty seconds before announcing his pending orgasm with long, deep groans.
If she expected a pool of cum to accumulate on her stomach, Christine was soon proven very wrong. The first, and most powerful blast, flew up to her face and stretched down to her tits. Each successive shot was slightly weaker, but Christine eventually was covered from the nose to her clit with long, white streaks of cum.
When she heard the director's order to 'Cut', Christine wasn't sure if she was more relieved or disappointed.
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Laying on the bed in her hotel room that night, Christine thought back to each event during the evening. She never wanted to go through what she did again, the way it happened that time. She felt used and abused.
But she smiled at the knowledge that she had left her e-mail address with Adam for the next time he needed an 'extra'...under her terms. |
19,473 | The Wrong White Truck | capt13 | NonConsent/Reluctance | 2006-09-14 | 2006-09-14 | 2022-01-01 14:48:05 | 1 | literotica.com | https://www.literotica.com/s/the-wrong-white-truck | Punk girl caught & forced to take a monster cock. | ['Big Dick', 'Black Man', 'White Woman'] | 4.06 | _I am here for three reasons, first to share stories with others. Next to read stories from others and enjoy them. Last to improve my writing and expression skills. I know I am not perfect however, I have the heart and courage to attempt and I never hide who I am. If you wish to be one of those people who are "Anonymous" and always seem to have something negative to say you are wasting your time. If you see that I have made some gross error be human, be cool about it and send me a tip or suggestion. I have too much confidence and loves for myself to let what you may say influence me to stop writing._
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This story is about a discovery that I made, early one Thursday morning during my last year of college. I stayed at a very secluded apartment complex, it was a half mile off the main road in a small part of town that had not yet been developed. The complex consisted of only 10 large one bedroom apartments, a huge laundry room with vending machines and a weight room. The parking lot was off to the side of the buildings and the lighting was poor.
I knew most of my neighbors and which cars they drove. I had a white Mazda pickup truck, the smaller one. It was a great truck and it proved valuable from time to time. There was one problem with my little white truck; it resembled several other plain white small trucks. From a distance you could not distinguish my white Mazda truck from a white Toyota truck. I had no pin stripes and no fancy custom wheels, so my plain white truck was one of many on campus. There was also a neighbor of mine who had the exact same truck; I noticed it the day after I moved into my apartment.
Our trucks were the only characteristic we had alike. I was a black male 6 ft tall and in good shape. He was a skinny short skater type, a white boy that had several tattoos and a nose ring. He listened to grudge music and I enjoyed rhythm and blues. I was in college and he was the local pizza delivery driver and a part time bartender, while he waited for his band to get discovered. This guy was the complete opposite of me but he seemed to be very popular, he would often have multiple guests over to his apartment all hours of the night.
One Thursday morning I could not sleep it was early, approximately 4:30 AM. This is the worst time of the morning, nothing was open and most of your friends are asleep. I tossed and turned and I decided to do some laundry and work out in the weight room. I put on some black cotton shorts and a grey tee shirt, gathered my clothes and started to walk down the stairs of my apartment, around to the front side of the building, when I noticed a figure in the parking lot about 20 yards away. I stopped and hid behind the corner of the building and peaked at what was going on. I first suspected that someone was trying to steal a car, but I quickly came to the realization of what was happening and who it was happening to. My white truck was being vandalized, spay painted at the hands of some stranger that was wearing a black hooded sweatshirt and jeans. I drop my laundry basket and sprung into action, with out saying a word I sprinted toward the back of this figure in a stealth type manner planning to do severe damage to this person upon my arrival. I got closer and noticed it was a female but this did not mater to me, I was in striking distance and she quickly turned around.
I recognized her face she was a waitress from the Diner in town. Her eyes opened wide, and I could sense the fear in her as she dropped the can of spray paint and put her hands in the air, "You scared the shit out of me man."
I was shocked but I looked around to see if this woman was alone or, was I about to be attacked. She was alone and quickly explained to me what was going on, "I don't want no fucking trouble man I am just tagging Jays' truck."
She claimed she was painting the truck of the loser that had smacked her best friend so people would know he hit women. I was sympathetic to her situation but this woman had spray painted the wrong truck, "Look chick that aint your boys truck," I angrily explained.
I noticed that she became frightened once I informed her of this horrible mistake. I saw her body start to shake and tears form in her eyes. I know that I was boiling with anger and at this point every muscle in my body was flexed as I looked at the damage to my truck. I screamed at her, "You stupid Bitch look at my damn truck!"
"I could break your dumb ass in two for this.....FUCK....... I'll let the police handle your dumb ass!"
She was crying and talking very fast, "No, no please, I am on probation and I have a baby at home." Her voice was more frantic, "This is a violation of probation and they will take him form me, PLEASE, PLEASE can we work this out!"
I tried to calm down and after taking a deep breath I told her, "We can go upstairs and talk about this."
I was shocked when she protested in a loud voice, "No way I 'm going up to your apartment!"
This bitch was scared of me hurting her when she had just committed a criminal act against me. I was hot, pissed by this so I grabbed her by the arms and pulled her close to me, lifting her off the ground so that we were face to face. Her eyes wide opened and I told her in a slow, strong, low, deep voice, "You have a choice to make.......... deal with me........... Or deal with the police!"
Her only response was a nod and a muffled uh hu as I dropped her to the ground.
I led her by the arm to where I had dropped the basket of clothes and my keys. I scoped them up in one hand and forced her up the stairs with my other hand. When we got to the door of the apartment she started to speak and before a word could come out of her mouth I looked at her with angry fiery eyes and she knew not to say a word. Once in the apartment I took a deep breath and started my interrogation. In my military voice, "I need to see some identification and a bank card."
She gave me her driver's license I started to read her information. "What are you going to do to me," her voice cracking with fear.
"I am going to write down your info drive you home and let you write me a check for $2,500, the price I estimated it would cost to paint my truck."
Her face dropped to the ground and she started to cry more, "I do not have that kind of money, please, please, don't call the police."
I felt sorry for this dumb chick for some reason so I sat down and started to calm down. I asked her how much she had and she explained that she got paid in two days and would have $300. She went on to tell me that she was on public assistance and would pay me with her food stamps if I would accept them. This woman was trying hard to make a deal and in my anger I did not even think about sex with this girl. After explaining how much she could pay me over the next two weeks she was still short a significant amount.
She then asked me if I would accept her ex boyfriend's clothes. This chick was crazy she took of the black Adidas hooded sweatshirt and asked if I wanted it. She said that her ex had all his clothes at her apartment and that I could have them. She claimed he had a few leather jackets and new Sean John suites that he had never worn. It was at this moment that I saw her as a woman, her white tank top covering her medium sized breast. She was no supper model but she had a sexy street toughness to her. She was a white girl with brown curly hair in a pony tail and freckles. She had brown eyes and full lips she looked like Punky Brewster at 19 or 20 with a little baby fat in her mid section.
It was silent for a second and then she smiled and looked at me. She tried to be seductive, "Is there something else that I could throw in to help you work with me?"
Then she asked for a glass of water, being calmer at this point I went into the kitchen and got her some water when I came out she was in her blue poke a dot Wal-Mart panties. Nothing else needed to be said at this point I walked over to her and she sat me down on the sofa. She then went over to my stereo and started to play some music the perfect cd was in, Genuine and the song Pony started to play. She started to dance to the music like a stripper this was amazing watching how she would shake her ass and squeeze her breast together. She was in perfect rhythm with the music and I was turned on. The song was about to end and I watched this girl remove her panties and start to bend over right in front of me. She bounced up and down and with sex in her eyes and seductively asked "do you want some of that," as she smacked her ass.
I turned off the lights and went to the bathroom to get a condom. I walked out of my shorts and tossed my shirt to the floor. I was putting my condom on when I saw her bent over and playing with herself. It did not seem to mater that I was in the room she was enjoying herself and her body language showed it. Her sweet moans were soft and long, it was music to my ears. Her body was dancing in the perfect light, the Sun was coming up and the Moon was starting to set.
I wanted her now and I had a green light. I walked toward her and ran my hands on her thighs, up to her ass and squeezed it. He moans got louder and she would shake her ass letting it sway from side to side. Then she put her hands on the wall and spread her legs apart. I kissed her neck and grabbed my dick to guide it in her. As I worked the head around her entrance I could tell she was wet and ready. I wasted no time, I pushed inside her and I could tell she was felt the pressure. Her moans changed to a stiff grunt and her volume was louder. Here I was starting to fuck this total stranger and I could do what I pleased with her.
She was breathing heavy and she started to protest, "Take it easy big guy, work it in nice and slow."
Fuck that this chick had damaged my truck and I knew that I was not going to get the money to repair my truck. Anger and rage took over, "I am going to fuck you, like you fucked up my truck!" I started to push hard watching inch by inch, of thick black cock disappear slowly in her.
"Awwwe awe uh oh ouch," she screamed as I penetrated her. "Please it hurts, you fucker," tears ran down her face and she started to cry. "Ouch, ouch, oh fuck please cum," she begged with torment in her voice. I could not hold out long I grabbed her hips and started to pump her like a wild dog ravishing her. I could feel the bottom of her sex walls, I knew she was in pain but I did not care.
I was going as fast as I could and she was screaming like a porn star and I felt the condom break. Now I could feel all of her wetness and the heat from her pussy made me pulsate with raw fuck energy. I looked down and I confirmed that the condom had rolled back on my cock, but I did not stop. I dug deeper in her trying to push every inch of my manhood in her, I wanted it to pop out of her belly I pushed and then she started to cum, and the long slow sexy moans from earlier returned. This woman sounded so sexy moaning I could not hold it.
I pulled out and she quickly dropped to her knees and opened her mouth. "I want to taste it," out of breath she managed to utter those words and then as I watched the sun rise, I pumped shot after shot of chocolate cum in her mouth, on her face and breast. It was all over, on her chin, in her hair and on the carpet. She leaned against the wall and I took my semi soft dick in my hand and began to smack her in the face and mouth with it. This turned her on and then she gave me an incredible blow job. She sucked every drop, making a loud slurping sound as she sucked.
After enjoying her for a short time I remembered that I had class, a final. I rushed her to get dressed and down to the truck. I drove her home and she did not say a word during the trip. When we got to the house she looked at me with lust in her eyes, "Please don't be a stranger, and I will pay for the damages.....I promise," she kissed me on the check and got out of the truck. |
19,474 | Wrong WIndow | maggie2002 | NonConsent/Reluctance | 2005-07-13 | 2005-07-13 | 2022-01-01 15:46:02 | 1 | literotica.com | https://www.literotica.com/s/wrong-window | A hot summer night and a mistake. | ['Bondage', 'Oral Sex', 'Regular Fucking', 'Revenge'] | 3.9 | It was a hot, humid night in mid July. The air conditioner in the apartment was broke. I took a chance and left my windows open to catch any breeze nice enough to come my way. Finished with my shower I hit my sheets naked. I was hoping to get some sleep before I had to work in the morning.
I was in the middle of a great dream when I woke up enough to realize someone was in my bedroom with me. I tried to scream but he quickly shoved a gag deep into my mouth.
Now that no one could hear me, he took his time tying me to the head and foot of my bed. He then traced a path down my body from my lips, which were grotesquely stretched by his gag, over my breasts and down to the parting of my legs. Once there his fingers explored my assets and gave me a running commentary of how pretty they were, how tight, how wet, how much fun we were about to have together.
The weight of him on my mattress told me he was large, the feel of his hands on my body told me he was strong. I knew he was well groomed. He smelled of expensive cologne and newly washed hair. He had a full beard and over his face, he wore a handkerchief, but I could see his eyes.
"Behave and this will be over before you know it and you will be left sexually sated and in one piece. Tonight we play by my rules."
He showed me a feather, and then lightly started to run it over and into my body. Soon I was vibrating to his every touch the odor of my arousal clear on the air. He took a scarf from his pocket and covered my eyes.
"That's so I can take off my mask."
I nodded, and then felt his hot wet mouth capture my breast and suckle my nipple. I am a large breasted woman my DD cups overflow their boundaries. He managed to lick, suck and bite every inch.
"Didn't know you were going to have work done on your breasts. I like it."
I wondered what he meant, then pleasure took over and I just felt. I never knew my breasts could be so sensitive. I never knew that a woman could be so wild without being touched anywhere else. Soon I was moaning into my gag and begging for something more. I heard him laugh and then he whispered into my ear.
"If you promise not to scream I will remove the gag."
I shook my head yes. He removed the gag and replaced it with his mouth. I willingly opened my mouth to his searching tongue and then when he straddled me, I opened again to his seeking cock and it never crossed my mind to bite him. Somewhere in this seduction, I had passed from prisoner to willing participant.
He tasted better than any man I had ever sucked in my life did; I had enough experience to have an opinion. He felt thick and large in my mouth, and when he moved so that I could suckle his balls, they were heavy and large.
Having wet my breasts with his saliva, I was not surprised when he slid down and forced them tightly against his cock. The friction of his moving back and forth with occasionally giving me the chance to slurp his juices was driving me insane with the need to have him buried deep inside me.
"Please," I managed to say "please."
"Not yet, my little prisoner."
This time it's my timetable. He pulled loose from me, and went to the end of my bed. Once there he got comfortable between my legs.
"First, I get to taste my conquest."
I felt his tongue on my quivering clit and then first one, then a second finger slid into my wet and waiting center of lust. I squirmed as he sought out and then found my "G" spot and then I rewarded him with a loud cry and a gush of juice.
"Guess that's the spot,"
I heard then a laugh that warmed my heart. I had long ago this night started believing that he wouldn't kill me. I had at least convinced myself of that, and when he kept giving me orgasm after orgasm, I quit thinking at all.
I was in a haze of sexual exhaustion and lust when I felt his cock penetrate me very slowly, inch by inch. He pushed inside me slowly, allowing me to open to his size and feel what he was offering. He was still outside my body when I felt the head pushing against my cervix. Demanding entrance he pushed retreated and pushed again. Suddenly with a small amount of pain, I felt him gain entrance. He erupted in his climax, almost at once; the warmth and the amount of his juices took me over the top into the hardest longest orgasm of my life. He slipped a hand down and slid a finger into my ass. I was off again on another ride to the stars. I was never a multi orgasmic woman. This man had kept me on the edge of orgasm or over it all night long.
He pulled loose and lay beside me pulling me into him as much as he could with me tied to the bed. It wasn't until the sun started to peek over the edge of the building next door that I felt him loosen the ties that bound me. I felt the weight lift off the bed as he stood up. Suddenly, I heard him swear.
"Christ, it's the wrong woman. No wonder it was so damn good. What have I done." Before I could ask what he meant? I felt a soft kiss and he had disappeared. I hurried to get the knots untied but he was gone without a trace when I inspected my apartment.
"Could the lover of my dreams belong to someone else? Had he meant to harm the woman who wasn't here?" I found myself asking the now empty rooms.
I had moved in almost three months ago and I knew I resembled the former tenant as I had met her moving out. I wished I had gotten her forwarding address. I was imagining the conversation if I could call.
"Excuse me Ma'am I rented your old apartment and a man raped me last night who was pissed off when he figured out it wasn't you. Got any ideas who that might be?" Yeah! Right!
Several months went by, late for work as usual, I stopped for juice and a bagel and picked up a newspaper.
Front page center I noticed a photo. I recognized the man. They called him the Midnight Stalker. There was no doubt that this was the man, who had been in my apartment. I had found my late night visitor. The story went on to say that he never hurt anyone and none of the women except one would testify. The woman who preferred the charges was an old employer of his, and the others were all friends of hers from a club she frequented.
I patted my belly and said. "Guess what girl? We found your daddy. The question is now do we want to meet him in daylight." The question answered itself when I read that it was anticipated that he would be in jail until he was old and gray. That even his Public Defender thought he was a menace and should be put away for life.
I called my office explained I was heading to the jail to talk to a new client and caught a taxi. I sent my card into him with a note explaining I wished to represent him when I arrived at the jail. He asked me why when they brought him to meet with me. I was a full partner at one of the most prestigious criminal legal firms in town. Certainly one he could not afford at this time. I reached under the table took his hand and put it on my small belly. "For our daughter."
He swallowed hard, looking at me with eyes that asked questions he couldn't verbalize in his present position. He waited to see what came next, "Do you remember a time when you spent the whole night in an apartment and leaving mentioned it was the wrong woman?"
He nodded. "I never broke into another apartment except hers after that, I knew nothing would equal what we shared."
I asked him why he had done what he did to his former employer. He told me a story of being kidnapped by her and kept at her home with two other men for her personal pleasure. He knew she also kept an apartment in town as he had been taken there in chains on several occasions to be used by her women friends.
The women he had tracked down with the exception of me had been those women who abused him while he was a prisoner. He had been a graphic artist before his experiences. He had a wife and a small son and now he had nothing. He only knew the pain and the need to pay her back.
I asked him if it had worked. He hung his head and said "No" He then smiled at me and said, "That night your giving so freely to me reminded me I was human, a man who had a chance to be one again." I will always thank you for that if nothing else and he reached and gently patted my stomach.
The jury sent him to jail for one year. The prosecutor arrested his former boss after a raid on her home that netted them two slaves now free, a computer full of porn, some of it with under age children and confiscated her assets. He is in line for his share when her case comes to trial.
Since then we have had a beautiful healthy baby girl and his ex wife has allowed me to take his son to visit him every Sunday, when I take his daughter.
Some might say it's a fairy tale ending for a bad person. I call it justice.
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19,475 | Wrongful Detention | Ashson | NonConsent/Reluctance | 2015-01-19 | 2015-01-19 | 2022-01-01 15:46:03 | 1 | literotica.com | https://www.literotica.com/s/wrongful-detention | Student Teacher assigns a malicious detention. | ['Authority', 'Defiance', 'Detention', 'Misuse', 'Student'] | 4.42 | I'm currently eighteen and in sixth form. I'm not saying I'm always an angel at school (or outside it) but if I get caught bending the rules (Only bending. I'm far too nice a guy to actually break them.) I'll cop it sweet. Sometimes, not often, I'll get nailed for something I didn't do, lumped in with a group, sort of thing. In those cases I just console myself with the thought of things that I didn't get caught for.
But what really got up my nose was being targeted for something by a student teacher and given detention, even though she knew damn well I wasn't the culprit. I argued my case and she just said, "Too bad. I've assigned a detention and that's final."
Miss Anders was, I think, only nineteen herself. Certainly not more than twenty. She was flexing her legal muscles, delighted to be able to order around students that were only slightly younger than herself. It was a matter of prestige to her that she could slap a punishment on someone and they had to take it, and she was not going to admit that she was wrong, even though we both knew she was.
The thing was, an accidental injustice I could wear. A deliberate and malicious injustice I could not and would not. I went and discussed the matter with Mr Jacques, my form teacher, explaining why the whole thing was wrong, demonstrating that Miss Anders knew it was wrong but was too full of herself to admit it. (I didn't express it quite like that, but I got the message across.)
Mr Jacques conceded that I was correct but said that he couldn't actually cancel a detention given by another teacher. Bad for school discipline generally. I would, he said, have to turn up for the detention, but he'd have a word with Miss Anders. As soon as I turned up she'd mark me as having attended and then release me, detention officially served at the cost of five minutes of my time. I conceded he had a point regarding the school discipline and resigned myself to wasting five minutes of my precious time. Almost worth it to see Miss Anders chewing on her fingernails for having to let me go early.
I turned up at the detention room like a good lad and took a seat. By an odd chance I was the only attendee. I sat and waited for Miss Anders to come along, tick me off, and let me go.
She didn't come, did she? Time dragged slowly and I was stuck there waiting, getting madder by the minute. Fifteen minutes passed, then twenty. I didn't have the any doubt whatsoever that she was doing this deliberately. She had given me a detention and I was going to have to take it, no matter what anyone else ruled. I think she was a little power mad. Ever notice how a little authority goes to some people's head and they can't help but abuse it?
I could hear the chattering of students and teachers dying away. The few cars that were in the car park drove off, and I was still stuck, waiting.
The standard detention is only half an hour and it was past that when Miss Anders finally turned up.
She came trotting in, all smug smiles.
"Sorry to have kept you waiting," she said airily. "I see detention time is up anyway so you might as well just go along now."
Strictly speaking she was doing as instructed by Mr Jacques, releasing me as soon as she checked me in. The fact that she'd deliberately waited until a standard detention was served was neither here nor there. This way she had what she considered a win/win. She went along with what Mr Jacques requested and she got me to serve an unearned detention.
I got out of my seat and moved towards the door, stopping once I was between her and the door. I turned and looked at her.
"You're a real piece of work, aren't you," I said affably. "A power mad little bitch, thinking you can whistle and we'll all come to heel like dogs."
"I beg your pardon," she snapped, sounding all proud and haughty.
"Not granted," I replied. "You knew damn well I didn't deserve that detention and that you were supposed to release me at the start of the period. You were deliberately late so you could flex your authority. You just wanted a patsy and elected me. A mistake, you'll find."
"How dare you," she said, totally shocked. "You can't speak to me that way. I'm a teacher. One more word and you'll find yourself with another detention."
"I don't think so," I said quietly. "There's no-one here to see you flexing your authority. There's no-one around, come to think of it, to help you assert it, so this conversation is just between you and me. Teacher, you say? The way you act I'll be very surprised if you ever graduate as a teacher. They tend to weed out egotists with a little Hitler complex."
She was flushed and furious and at a loss for words. Her mouth opened and closed but she didn't say anything.
"Cat got your tongue, bitch?" I asked, smirking.
"I'll be reporting this conversation," she snapped, rallying. "You'll find yourself in detention every day for the rest of the year. Or maybe," she added, smiling hopefully, "you'll be subject to some corporal punishment. They still have that here, don't they?"
"You know," I said, moving towards her, "you're right. I'm so glad you brought that to my attention. I do believe that some could be applied right now. Um, you do know that as class president I have the authority to deal it if I consider it necessary?"
I deliberately let my eyes run over her, taking in the short skirt she wore, finally letting my eyes linger on her chest, smiling all the while. I don't know what she saw in my smile but it certainly seemed to unnerve her.
"Just what do you mean by that crack?" she asked. "Any authority you have is just over the younger students."
"In theory," I admitted, "but it doesn't actually say that. Besides, you're a student teacher after all, and that puts you in the category of a student, depending on how you look at it."
I was edging closer and Miss Anders was looking nervous and backing away, but not very far away as the teacher's table was behind her. She came to an abrupt halt and I moved even closer.
Standing quite close to her I held up my hand and looked at it, and then looked at her.
"What do you say to six of the best?" I asked. "Then I'll consider us square."
"You wouldn't dare," she half whispered, but the look on her face said that she thought that I would.
"I'll make a deal," I said softly. You drop your panties and bend over for six of the best and that will be that. If I have to make you bend over my knee it will be a dozen. And yes, the dozen would be on your bare bottom."
She stared at me, chewing on her lip, trying to decide if I was serious or not, already sure that I was. Still smiling I reached down and lifted the hem of her short skirt, raising her skirt until it was bunched around her waist.
"Make your choice," I told her, lightly snapping the waist band of her pantyhose. "In a minute or two I'll take these down myself and you won't have that choice."
Her nerve broke. Face red, she reached down, hooked hold of her pantyhose and panties and pushed them down, turning to bend over the table as she did so.
Did I spank her pretty little bottom? I did not. I stroked it lightly, dropping my hand lower to cup her mound and squeezed it.
"What are you doing," came the gasped query.
"What you're expecting me to do," I said calmly. "We both know you could have screamed, or pushed me aside and run. You know damn well that there was no way I could chase a teacher through the halls, and as for wrestling with you on the floor of the classroom, forget it. You dropped your panties because you wanted to, and it wasn't a spank you expected."
I ignored her sputtered denials, rubbing her pussy, my fingers already working to part her lips and lightly touch her more sensitive inner lips. It's amazing the magic that a male touch will work on a woman's mound. I could already feel it getting warmer, and could almost feel it swelling as it flushed a deeper colour. Her lips started to purse, her inner lips swelling and pushing out.
I touched all the appropriate places while Miss Anders squirmed and made feeble little protests. She also stayed bent over, legs parted, while I played.
I unzipped and I was ready. I started rubbing my erection against her mound, running it up and down her slit, pressing it lightly against where her inner lips were now showing.
"Don't you dare," came the desperate protest. "I'm a teacher. You can't do this to me."
I pressed the head of my erection firmly against her inner lips. Not trying to push past, just letting her know it was in position to enter her.
"Listen, bitch," I said cruelly. "I hear no screams. I see no signs of any struggle. All I see is you bent over of your own free will, offering me your pussy. But I'm not going to push my cock into you."
"You're not?" came the stunned reply.
"No. It's in the right position. I'm going to let you push back against it and take it in. Now start pushing."
"You're joking, right?"
"No. I'm waiting. Let's get a move on."
I waited a moment longer and then she gave a small groan. With that she pushed back against me, her lips moving apart and sliding over me. That was enough. I was in.
"Well done," I murmured. "Now it's my turn."
I leaned up against her, pressing slowly but steadily in, not stopping until my groin smacked hard up against her ass. I had slain the dragon; now I just had to make sure she didn't rise again. My, ah, sword, was nicely positioned to do that.
I fully realised that I didn't have that much time available to me. Someone might come looking for Miss Anders or, more somewhat probable, one of my friends might come to see what was keeping me. On top of that the cleaners would undoubtedly be making their rounds shortly. It seemed to me that a short, brisk, workout was what was required.
I started pumping Miss Anders, moving hard and fast. I was delighted to find her responding in a similar manner, pushing back hard to meet me, giving a small grunt each time she did so. She was tight and slippery and a great deal of fun.
Hands firmly holding her hips I drove into her, letting her feel my dominance. For all her legal authority as a teacher, in her current position I was the master and she the student. Although I will admit, from the way she responded that this wasn't her first lesson and she had a good grounding in the skills required.
I was mildly amused to observe that she was keeping one hand jammed against her mouth. There was no way she was going to risk screaming and possibly alerting someone as to what was going on. Her muffled gasps and grunts continued as I took her, working on what was already a surprisingly high level of arousal.
In an amazingly short period Miss Anders seemed ready to climax. She'd slumped forward against the table, elbows supporting her, with both hands now jammed against her mouth. Even with that I could hear a shrill keening leaking out and escaping past her fingers.
As far as I was concerned, if Miss Anders was ready to go then I was ready to let her. Hey, I'm eighteen. I'm ready to go at the drop of a hat and quite prepared to drop the hat myself. The initial thrust of my cock into Miss Anders pussy had almost been enough to make me climax, so I was ready if she was.
I leaned over her.
"Ready, set, go," I murmured in her ear. I was young and healthy and raring to go. At nineteen (or possibly twenty) she was also young and healthy and, from the way she reacted every time my cock came knocking, she was also raring to go.
On the word go I simply came crashing into her, harder than any of my previous efforts, and I was pulling back and returning almost before she could react. A couple more strokes like that and I was thankful for her muffling hands as I could quite clearly hear what would be a rather loud scream if her hands weren't there. A couple more strokes and I didn't give a damn if she screamed her head off as I was too busy squirting her to care.
I shuddered to a halt, leaning against her. She was just slumped on the table, head buried in her hands. I slowly disengaged and straightened my clothing. Then I waited while Miss Anders got herself together. As soon as I thought she would comprehend what was happening I spoke up.
"Ah, I can explain, Mr Jacques," I said loudly.
Miss Anders gave an appalled shriek and frantically stood up, brushing her skirt back into place and spinning around to face me, face bright red. Seeing me alone and smiling the colour faded from her face, though it remained flushed.
"You unspeakable little turd," she said softly. "You almost gave me a heart attack."
"Be grateful that's all I gave you," I murmured, while she glared at me indignantly, trying to straighten up her panties and pantyhose. "Um, if my detention is over then I'd better be on my way. Just remember, you owe me one."
"What? What the hell do I owe you? You just damn well fucked me."
"True, but I didn't spank you," I said, trying out an evil smile. "You agreed to get one when you dropped your panties. Seeing you didn't get it I'll keep it in reserve for the next time you piss me off."
"What the hell do you call what happened if that wasn't my 'punishment'?" she asked, sarcasm oozing.
"A bonus," I said, walking towards the door. "Be a good little teacher and I'll see about arranging another one for you."
I walked out, preventing her from having the last word. Any day a woman doesn't get the last word is a good day. |
19,476 | Wrongful Repossession | Jessica12317 | NonConsent/Reluctance | 2021-12-09 | 2021-12-09 | 2022-01-01 15:46:05 | 1 | literotica.com | https://www.literotica.com/s/wrongful-repossession | Milf blackmailed by old tow truck driver. | ['Blackmail', 'Cheating', 'Desperate', 'Hardcore', 'Milf', 'Old And Young', 'Older Man', 'Pawg', 'Vulgar Language', 'Wife'] | 4.05 | Hanna woke up and started on her morning routine that consisted of making breakfast for her family. Her husband and two daughters enjoyed the breakfast mom had made them. Hanna then took her youngest daughter to school. After she went to the gym to work out it was ritualistic to her daily at around 10 am. Being 35 she had to keep up with her body and was very proud of it at her age, she was fit and thick in the right places she had wide hips and a 40-inch ass with 34 DDD breasts. Hanna is slightly tall for a female she stood 5ft 10 inches with gorgeous green eyes and dark brown hair. After her work out she showered at the gym and dressed out of her gym clothes and now wearing a tight tank top and flare pants with her favorite Arizona-style sandals. Her routine was always the same daily and boring but for her, it was good enough after the gym she headed to the mall where she would shop while her husband and children were either at school or work.
She was in the mall for two hours when she walked out of the shopping mall and headed to her car. As she arrived at it she noticed it was gone she panicked and called 911 and reported it stolen. The operator over the phone told her it was repossessed and needed to contact her lean holder. She did that and found out it wasn't then turns out it was a different financial institution and she also found out the tow truck company that towed it. Now being upset she called her husband to explain the situation and that he would have to be in charge of their children for the afternoon as she tried to figure out the situation and find a solution.
She grabbed an Uber and headed to the tow truck company that towed it away. On arrival, she got to a yard and mechanic shop that looked run down. She walked to the front office and was greeted by a thin short older man named frank. Frank was bewildered seeing Hanna at his shop because it was in the middle of nowhere and to see a beautiful woman like Hanna there was something he didn't expect that day.
Frank introduced himself to Hanna and she proceeded to talk to him about her situation and ask if he had her car. Frank explained that he did and she needed to get permission from the financial institution to get into the car or have them release it to her again for her to gain access to it. Hanna had a lot of important things in the car and was upset but understood it wasn't franks fault that he was doing as he was getting paid to do so even though she started upset and yelling at him she calmed down and was sweeter to see if that would help her get somewhere.
Frank realizing she had changed her tune and was more willing to reason changed his too and wanted to help Hanna because at the end of the day he was a sleazy old man and found her attractive. He told her that he has seen people deal with these situations A lot and recommended a lawyer for her and that more than likely she wouldn't get the car back soon. Hanna called the lawyer and the lawyer explained and backed up what Frank said. Understand the strange and difficult situation she was in now Hanna set up an appointment with the lawyer and hung up the phone. She then seemed very defeated and upset so frank took advantage of the situation.
"So being the owner here I can do something for you hun but I would be sticking my neck out in a legal way that can get me in big trouble," Frank explained to Hanna.
"I just don't understand how we live in a society where my car can be stolen and I can't do anything about it. To top it off the only way to get my personal belongings is to let an old perverted man like you take advantage of me. At this point, I'm interested in getting my important documents out of my car." Hanna pleaded with frank
"Well, what are you willing to do to make it worth my risk?" Frank asked with a deviant smirk. Hanna looked at frank in disgust at his unprofessionalism. But she realized her circumstances and the very nonexistent options she had. But Frank was an old man probably in his early 60s late 50s he was old enough to be her dad and wasn't attractive at all. She also thought of how her husband hadn't satisfied her in a long time and she was also not attracted to him but still gave him what he wanted since he was the breadwinner and she lived. Comfortable life because of him. So Hanna knowing she could use her body to her advantage and has been doing it for a while decided to give in.
"Okay, so what would you like me to do Frank?" She asked him nervously.
"That's good let's start by you getting on their knees hehe," Frank said letting out a sinister chuckle. Hanna dropped to her knees and frank stood in front of her looking down at her beautiful face.
"Let's see what that mouth can do," Frank ordered. As Hanna unzipped his pants and pulled them down. Frank did not wear underwear and his flaccid 5-inch penis hung there as Hanna pulled his pants down for him. She grabbed his penis and started to jerk it slowly and with care. Frank sighed with pleasure at the feeling of her soft hands wrapped around his cock, He hadn't felt a woman's soft touch on it in a very long time. After Frank's cock got harder Hanna put her hair up in a ponytail to clear her face from her long luscious hair. She then grabbed Frank's hard penis and started licking the head tasting it.
Frank looked down at the beautiful sexy milf that he was taking advantage of with pure enjoyment on his face, He couldn't believe what he was getting away with. Hanna started to put the head of his cock in her mouth working the 6 inches long fully erect cock one inch at a time in and out her mouth making sure she tasted and got every inch of it wet. As she slipped his old cock in and out of her warm wet mouth slowly and sensually she looked up at frank at his face and eyes watching him look down at her as he enjoyed the experience. Frank looked down at the beautiful face and beautiful set of green young eyes looking at him as his cock slid in and out of the married woman's mouth her tongue sticking out slightly guiding his cock like a softly textured wet warm landing strip for his old dirty penis.
Frank wanted more and grabbed her by the ponytail with both hands, He started to thrust his cock in and out her mouth and deeper down her throat. Hanna sat there with her hands on her thighs and relaxed her throat and kept looking up at frank and he began his aggressive assault of her pretty face, mouth, and throat. Frank could only hear Wet Gulping sounds as he desecrated her gorgeous face but was surprised she sat there perfectly and took it like a pro even after he pushed his cock as deep into her throat as he could and smacked the back of her head to make sure he was not Denied full entry for no reason and even then Hanna did not flinch, Choke, or gag. After a minute or two Frank pulled his cock out and strings of saliva trailed from Hanna's sloppy wet mouth and chin to Frank's sloppy wet penis.
"Damnit woman this is not your first time doing this. You took that cock like a good obedient little slut." Frank teased as Hanna wiped her face of all the saliva. Frank grabbed Hanna by her ponytail and stood her up as she did frank started to grope her breasts and then her thick ass. Frank smacked her thick ass as he then moved his hands towards her breasts and pulled her tank top Underneath them exposing them within her laced black bra. Frank pulls one of her DDD breasts out exposing her perky plump milky veiny breasts her nipples were hard already but soft and pink almost matching her white skin tone. Frank groped one as he pulled the other one out. His hands barely could hold them as he started to suck and bite one of Hanna's big areola. Hanna's moaned and sighed as Frank played with her breasts and areola.
Frank then moved behind her as he felt her big breasts from behind and pressed up against her wide thick ass simultaneously inhaling the sweet aroma of her hair and body spray making him more harder and erect. Frank pushes Hanna towards a desk from behind and drives her over it and pulls her flare pants off down to her knees. Frank looks over her big wide white milf ass and the black thong being engulfed by her meaty soft well-shaped ass cheeks. Frank gives her a couple of snacks on each cheek watching them jiggle and testing how cushioned they were. He pulls down her thong exposing her tight wet pink pussy. Frank then took his fully erect cock in one hand and rubbed the head up and down the slit of her wet pussy.
"Mmm please put it inside me please." Hanna moaned in a naughty tone as she looked back at frank with a cute sexy smirk. Frank smirked in an evil way back at her and positioned his cock head at the entrance of her pussy and thrust into her while letting out a loud exaggerated sigh. At that same moment, Hanna's eyes widened with the penetration of Frank's cock and she bit her bottom lip and moaned as she was entered by frank.
"Oh yeah, that's good tight hot wet cunt baby, when was the last time you were fucked properly slut your cunt is hungry for my cock hehe!" Frank insultingly told Hanna. He then started to grip her by her wide hips and began his assault on her sweet pussy thrusting in and out getting deeper with every thrust and feeling Hanna's warmth, tightness, and wetness.
"Oh yeah! Fuck yeah, that's some good pussy. Do you want to get into your car cunt?! You want me to let you get your stuff?! Let me get into that good pussy and daddy will let you in your car slut!" Frank groaned and exclaimed to Hanna as he fucked her roughly and fast from behind as her ass cheeks fat rippled with every smack of his pelvic region onto her wide thick behind.
"Oh my god! Fuck me... oh! Yes! Please! Let me into my car daddy, please. You can fuck my pussy as long as you won't use it daddy so you can let me into my car... Ah! Fucking yes daddy!" Hanna screamed and moaned as she was getting fucked hard from behind. Frank grabbed Hanna from her long ponytail and thrust longer and harder into Hanna while also giving her ass cheeks smacks. Hanna meanwhile had a thought cross her mind as Frank kept fucking her hard from behind and she wondered if they were alone or if someone could see or hear them but instead of making her want to stop it turned her on more and she got wetter and louder as Frank continued his rough fucking of her thick milf body.
"Oh god! Yes keeping fucking me, daddy! Oh god! Oh god! I'm going to cum on your cock daddy!" Hanna screamed as she orgasmed as Frank was deep inside her pussy. Her beautiful green eyes rolled to the back of her head and her pussy juices dripped down the inside of her thick legs. Frank stopped fucking her after he felt her cum as her body shivered from the strong orgasm but he did not want to pull out of her sweet tight hot pussy. Hanna thought had something else in mind and pushed him off from behind her and she dropped to her knees and hungrily started to suck her juices off his hard old cock.
"Fuck yes this old cock tastes so fucking good with my juices on it mmm!" Hanna exclaimed as she hungrily started to deep throat and suck on Frank's cock. Frank was holding on to dear life as Hanna unleashed her oral skills on Frank's cock. As Frank looked down at the beautiful woman and her beautiful green eyes he felt the best oral massage on his old cock from Hanna's tongue and mouth.
"Oh fuck I'm going to cum you cunt! Erm!" Frank groaned and moaned as his cum exploded deep down Hanna's throat but she didn't shy away from it she sucked the cum and swallowed it as frank came in waves his hot thick cum slowly flowing down her throat and into her stomach filling her hunger for it up. After frank collapsed into a chair and tried to catch his breath. Hanna started to dress again and asked Frank if she could get into her car now. And frank gave her the Keyes to get in, she gathered her things and walked out saying goodbye to Frank, and grabbed a business card as she left and smiled at him and winked.
"I'll call you if I need a tow daddy." She said in a cute sexy way. And all Frank could do is smile and laugh as he was still couch-locked onto the chair. Hanna ordered another Uber to take her back home, when she arrived back home she explained the situation they were in with her husband and she called the lawyer Frank suggested and set an appointment for the next day. |
19,477 | Wrongful Termination | SlutProblems | NonConsent/Reluctance | 2019-06-22 | 2019-06-22 | 2022-01-01 15:46:06 | 1 | literotica.com | https://www.literotica.com/s/wrongful-termination | A secretary goes for revenge after being fired. | ['Best Friends', 'My First Anal', 'Non-Con', 'Noncon', 'Nonconsent', 'Robbery', 'Rough Sex', 'Slut', 'Slut Problems', 'Whore'] | 4.1 | *Trigger Warning* The following piece of art may be offensive to some people because it contains rape fantasy, which is not real. Real rape is wrong. This is for people who enjoy rape as a fantasy or role-play and is not intended to be real or to be reproduced in any way.
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Brady Scott was the hottest boss I had ever had. I enjoyed going into work knowing that he would be there in his designer suits waiting for his morning coffee. It was my job to pick up coffee for everyone in the office each morning and I had been given a credit card to use for that purpose. I might have used it to buy a new dress from the nearby mall once but I was pretty sure he didn't look too closely at the expenditures. I walked into work, balancing the coffee carefully as I keyed in.
Brady hadn't arrived yet and so I turned on the lights and booted up the old computer that I used to make Brady's appointments. The phone was already ringing, but I ignored it. We weren't officially open yet. I brought each person's coffee to their desk and set it down gingerly. The phone rang again and this time I moved to it and picked it up.
"Hello?" I asked.
"Janis?"
"Yes, this is Janis! How can I help you?"
"It's Brady. How many times have I told you to answer the phone, 'Brady Scott and partners, how may I help you? This is Janis?'"
"Oh yeah! I'm sorry I forgot."
"You seem to be forgetting a lot of things, Janis. I'm going to need to see you in my office when I get there. I'm running a few minutes late this morning. Please let my 9am phone meeting know that I need to push it back to 9:30."
"Okay, sure Brady! I've got this!"
"Thanks, Janis! See you soon." As soon as I hung up, the phone rang again. I fielded calls until he arrived, making sure to answer the phone the way that he had instructed me to. I thought I was doing a pretty good job and I was proud of myself. By the time he arrived, I was sure he would be proud of me too when he saw me but when he walked by my desk and glared at me I was pretty sure he was mad about something. I couldn't figure out what it could be and so I walked to the doorframe of his office and poked my head inside.
"Hi, sir! Can I help you with anything else?" I asked.
"You're no help at all, Janis. Come on in here. I need to speak with you. Now I asked you to do one thing this morning, what was it?" he asked.
"You asked me to answer the phone, Brady Scott and Associates, how can I help you? This is Janis." I recited, smiling as I said it the way he had asked me to when he had first trained me on the phones.
"There was something else I asked you to do," he tried to coach me through the situation but I couldn't remember him asking for anything else.
"I don't know..." I said slowly, trying to think. What had I forgotten? Based on the look on Brady's face, I'd fucked up pretty badly.
"My 9:00 conference call, Janis. I asked you to push it back and you failed to do so. Now the client is angry and they wrote me a bad review on the website where I get most of my new clients. I had almost a perfect record before this bullshit. I don't know why I hired you! You're the sorriest excuse for an administrative assistant I've ever seen."
"I can be better. I promise!" I tried my best to be convincing but I could see in his eyes that he had already made up his mind. I made a final, desperate attempt to save things by looking up into his eyes with a sultry stare. He had to know that I wanted to fuck him by now. That was the main reason I had taken the job. "Maybe there is something I could do to make it up to you..."
"No. There's nothing you can do, Janis. You are fired. Don't try to argue with me about it. I put a lot of time and effort into training you but you can't even remember to do the simplest of tasks and you've cost me more money than you were ever worth. You get it?"
"Okay..." I began to cry. I hated Brady Scott and his perfect law practice. If he thought that he could just hire me and fire me like I meant nothing then he had another thing coming. I couldn't stop crying. I couldn't stop hating Brady and everything that he stood for. I knew that I couldn't just take this. I knew that I had to do something. A plan was forming in my mind and though it was childish, I knew that it was something I had to do for myself.
I slunk home and began my preparations. I couldn't do it the same night he had fired me. That would be too obvious. I would wait a week or so and then I would strike, making sure I took everything that wasn't nailed down. I borrowed my friend's white van, saying I was moving some big items and needed the van for a few days. I pulled up to Brady's address, which I had saved in my personal files on my phone just in case something like this happened. I had definitely snooped through everything Brady had filed away at the office. He was an interesting man and he was worth a lot of money. His home alone was worth a quarter billion. If I could land him somehow, I wouldn't need a job.
I packed the van up with the necessary tools and I enlisted one of my friends to help me with the big heist. Sidney was tall and thin with thin lips and a set of beautifully large tits. She drove the van nervously toward Brady Scott's ridiculously opulent neighborhood. She began to complain, worried that we were going to get caught.
"We're not going to get caught! Stop being such a pussy!"
"We are going to rob somebody! Have you lost your mind? What has this guy ever done to you?"
"He wrongfully terminated me!" I screamed.
"He fired you?"
"Yes! I forgot to move one meeting back and he got mad at me and fired me. It was so unfair."
"That doesn't sound fair at all. I would sue his ass."
"Nope. I'm going to rob the shit out of his house, get my money's worth out of this situation. Oh wow! Here's the turn! Turn left!" I screamed and Sidney made the turn, peeling out a bit. The van climbed the large hill slowly and I was a little worried that it wasn't going to make it. We finally reached the apex of the small mountain that Brady Scott lived at the top of.
"There is no way this is happening. Look at this gate and all the cameras. We will never get away with this." Sidney was already hyperventilating and we hadn't even begun the job yet. I looked at the empty van and imagined loading it up with all of Brad's prized possessions.
"Sure we will! We've got this. Stop right here," I told her and she stopped at the gate. I got out of the car and tried to push the gate open with my hands.
"Who is there?" A voice came over the intercom, a voice that I recognized. It was Brady.
"It's me, Brady! Janis! I'm here to talk to you about my wrongful termination!"
"What the fuck are you doing coming to my house unannounced like this?"
"She just wants to suck your dick, dude," Sidney piped in. I should have known better than to bring her. She was going to ruin everything. The last thing I wanted to do was suck that motherfucker's dick.
"Fine. Come on in, you little sluts," his voice sounded half annoyed and half intrigued. Sidney was a genius! We were in! I didn't like the way he had called us sluts, but I guess it came with the territory after what Sidney had said. She drove the van through the gate and onto the property. The winding road that was Brady's driveway was impressive, leading upward to where his large house stood. Sidney had been right. We would never have been able to sneak in. There were cameras everywhere. I don't know what I had been thinking but I would probably have been in jail by then had I gone with my original plan.
Sidney parked near the other cars that were in the driveway, one of them a matte black Rolls Royce. He was richer than I had ever dreamed and I began to wonder if I had really fucked up by losing my job with him. I was still angry. I held onto that anger as we got out of the van and approached his front door.
"Is that your car?" he laughed at us as we approached.
"It's a friend's car."
"If I didn't know better, I'd say you were trying to rob me with a white rape van," Brady laughed as if this was a joke. He had no way of knowing how on point his comment actually was.
"You would deserve it," I said flippantly.
"Someone is still upset about being fired," he laughed. "And who is this?" The way he looked at Sidney disturbed me. I had never noticed how lecherously hungry he was until I watched him drink in her features like booze, getting drunk on her large tits and the way they contrasted against her tiny frame. I shouldn't have brought her. She was ruining everything.
"I'm Sidney," she flirted. That little bitch was trying to go for him while I was trying to get my revenge! What a little slut!
"I'm here to talk to you about my wrongful termination!" I screamed at him. "Not for you to check out my friend!" The words came out with more edge than I had intended and I watched his features cloud over. He was angry at me again and I realized I liked his anger. There was a part of me that wondered if I hadn't fucked up his shit on purpose just so I could get to this moment where he was really mad at me. I wanted his anger. I wanted it so much. I wanted the clash and burn of our feelings as they reached their peak. I wanted to see what he would really do to me. I wanted to see what he was truly capable of.
"You could have just sued me. What the fuck are you doing here, Janis? Why did you come all the way over here with an empty van? Were you trying to rob me?" He laughed as if everything about me was absurd.
"Don't you fucking laugh at me!" I lunged at him, punching at his chest with all of my might. He laughed as he deflected my punches, grabbing me by the wrists until he had pushed me up against the wall, his body pressed against mine. I could feel his hard cock against my pussy through our layers of clothes. I felt something inside of me soften and I knew it was my female instincts. I wanted to fuck him and I was disgusted with myself for it. He was sexy. His muscles were strong and I could make out their definition through the tight shirt he wore.
"Calm down, Janis. Geez! Come on! You're out of control. I'm going to have to tie you down if you don't behave." He was grabbing me and pushing me back into the wall. His mouth was dangerously close to mine. "Kiss me, you incompetent, little slut."
"I would never kiss you!" I screamed.
"Fine then," he released me. "Let's see how your little friend kisses instead." He moved to Sidney, who gave me a naughty side smile. He grabbed her by her tiny waist and kissed her deeply. Watching her kiss him back made me physically sick. Where was her fucking loyalty? Why was she kissing the enemy?
"Sidney, no! Don't kiss him! He disgusting!" I screamed.
"I like it," she said between kisses. The anger inside of me was unreal. I was fuming, my breathing heavy and labored. I felt physical pain as I watched Brady and Sidney making out. He looked up at me, his lips still on hers and he gave me the naughtiest look like he knew he was getting to me.
"Stop it! Stop it! Stop it!" I screamed, throwing a temper tantrum that even a 2-year-old would have been proud of. I kicked and screamed. I spewed a list of obscenities.
"Why does it bother you that I'm kissing her, Janis?"
"Because you're a fucked up, piece of shit prick that wrongfully terminated me!"
"News flash, Janis. I fired you because you're incompetent. Maybe I should hire Sidney, get me some pussy while the job gets done. What do you think, Janis? Do you approve?"
"Fuck you!" I screamed and I ran from the room, looking for a bathroom. I couldn't let him see me cry. I had no idea why I was crying but I heard the sounds of Sidney moaning and I couldn't bear to think of what he was doing to her to make her emit those sounds. I was a wreck as I finally found the bathroom. I looked at myself in the mirror as I cried. I could hear the sounds of Sidney getting fucked. They were louder and louder and I opened the door to listen.
I began to walk back, tracing my steps as the nihility of my existence began to sink in. I was nothing to him. I wasn't his secretary. I wasn't his girlfriend. I was just some psycho girl he had wrongfully terminated and he didn't give a fuck about me. He was bedding my friend as thoughts of nothingness filled my senses. I was consumed by my emotions but unable to understand their meaning. I just needed a way for me to find peace and as I reached the living room where Sidney was bent over a couch, her bare ass in the air that I realized how I truly felt.
"That's a good girl, Sidney. Give me that asshole. That's right. I'm an ass man."
"I like taking it in the ass. I'm an ass slut," she told him as if this was just another normal thing to be. I wasn't an ass slut. I'd barely even had regular sex. I was obviously horrible with men and flirting and all of it. Sidney knew what she was doing and I watched her with the man that I had thought that I hated. I watched as he shoved his thick cock into her tiny ass, tears streaming down my face. I felt nothing, my heart, and mind empty as I watched him brutalize her. Part of me was happy that it wasn't me. It looked like it probably hurt but Sidney wasn't crying. She was screaming with pleasure, wrapped up in the moment so much that she didn't even notice me watching.
His cock moved slowly in and out of her at first, but as she relaxed he fucked her harder and faster. I hid behind a pillar expecting that they were too busy to notice me. I didn't even notice that Brady was watching me. I was too focused on his cock moving in and out of her ass and the way he was now slamming his cock into her with all his might. She was making tortured sounds of discomfort and I don't know why this made me happy. I wanted to see him hurt her. I hated them both and I hoped that Sidney got fucked so hard that she couldn't sit down for days. I hoped he hurt her so badly that she never wanted to have anal again. I hated them both so much. This was supposed to be my revenge and she was getting all of his attention. It wasn't fair!
"You like what you see, Janis?"
"No! You're a jerk!" I screamed and I ran from the room. I heard him grunting and cumming as I made my way through hallways and down corridors. His house was so big and I had no clue where anything was. I ran and ran until I couldn't run anymore. I had no idea where I was but I braced myself against a wall and rested, my breathing heavy.
"There you are!" Brady had found me.
"I just want to go home, Brady. I'm sorry I came here. I didn't know you were going to ass fuck my friend like that. You're a monster."
"Just wait until you see what I do to you."
"No. I don't want you to do anything to me."
"Oh, I know what you want," he told me and he took steps toward me, closing the distance between us until he was kissing me. I pushed him away, trying my best to get away from him. He pulled me closer, pushing his tongue into my mouth.
"Stop!" I screamed.
"You want this!" he screamed back. "Why the fuck did you come here, you little slut? You want a piece of the rich guy like all the other girls. Don't you?"
"No!" I screamed. He pushed me to the ground and began to pull at my clothes, trying to get them off of me. He ripped my shirt until my bra was showing. Then he ripped that until my tits were out. He bent down and put his mouth on first one nipple and then the other. I pushed at his head, trying to get him to leave me alone.
"Come on! I don't want to fuck you!" I screamed.
"Then why were you getting so jealous when I was ass fucking your friend? Huh? You wish I would fuck your ass and not hers? Don't you?"
"No! I think you're a gross fucking pig! Get the fuck off of me!" I kicked him wherever my legs could land their blows. He overpowered me, pulling my pants and panties down until they were at my ankles. There was a struggle as I fought to keep my pants on.
"Stop fucking with me! I don't want to fuck your sorry ass! You wrongfully terminated me! Why would I want anything to do with you?"
"Yeah. Duh. Why are you here? Huh? You think you can come here trying to rob me and nothing bad is going to happen to you? You think I don't fucking hate you for screwing up my work? Huh? You think you don't have a punishment coming?" He finally got my jeans off and my panties were soon to follow. I knew that the moment of truth was here. He flipped me onto my stomach and spread my ass cheeks open.
"Please! No!" I begged him.
"Fuck you!" he snarled as his tongue licked my asshole. No one had ever licked or touched my ass. I'd never put anything inside of it. I had no idea how big Brady's dick actually was but when he finally pushed the head of his cock into my virgin ass it hurt like a motherfucker. I let out a tortured scream of pain and I realized that this was really happening. I always thought that I would fight. I always thought that I would speak up and scream, telling him that this wasn't what I wanted. Instead, I retreated into myself, curling my consciousness into a tiny ball where nothing could penetrate or hurt me. I let myself bury my thoughts and feelings into the proverbial sand. I was no longer me in those moments. Instead, I was some other version of myself. I was strong. I could take it. I could handle anything his cock was doing to my ass and I would live through this moment. I would be okay in the end and I would make this motherfucker pay for what he was doing to my body.
My thoughts played in a loop: "Wrongful termination. Wrongful termination. He's a bastard. I hate him. I hate everything he is and all that he stands for. Except, this feeling isn't pain anymore. It's something else. It's something -"
"You like this don't you, you little cunt?"
"Yes. I like it," I said, my voice robotic and strange. I didn't sound like myself.
"Your little friend liked this too," he said but I couldn't figure out who he was talking about. I had forgotten all about Sidney. All that existed now was a cock in my ass, my ass that had never taken anything in it until this. I was shocked at the way I felt, all filled up in ways I'd never imagined possible. I hated myself for actually liking the way it felt. I hated myself for reaching down to my pussy and rubbing my clit. I hated myself for the way that I came, my orgasm gripping both my pussy and ass in its hateful grip. I wasn't fighting back. I was rolling over, letting the pleasure overtake me. I was entrapped in Brady's cold embrace. I was helpless under the thrusts of his eager cock.
"I want you to suck the cum out of my dick. I'm going to put it in your mouth and I want you to suck it."
"Okay," I nodded, knowing my place. Something inside of me had changed. I didn't know what, but I opened my mouth and I accepted his cum. I sucked it eagerly from his dick and then I held it all in my mouth and opened up so I could show him.
"You're a filthy, little slut."
I bowed my head and swallowed his cum. A single tear made it's way down my cheek and when I looked up he smiled and laughed.
"Don't cry, baby. You actually did something right. In fact, I'm thinking of hiring you as my little ass whore. It's a much easier job for a slut like you. You don't have to do any thinking. You just take cum in your holes and let me fuck you whenever I get horny. I could probably hire Sidney too if she's looking for something. I don't want you to be too hard on yourself for being the most incompetent administrative assistant I've ever had."
"I'm not incompetent."
"Not when it comes to draining my dick. It pays a lot better too."
"How much?" I heard myself ask and I hated myself for wanting to know. I wasn't the kind of girl that took cash for sex. I wasn't the kind of girl that deserved to be treated like this and yet, my mouth made my decision for me.
He threw out a number that was much higher than my salary as his administrative assistant.
"I'll take the job!"
"I knew you would. In fact, that's the real reason I fired you."
"What?" I asked, confused.
"Hey, what's going on in here?" I looked up to see Sidney.
"I was just offering Janis another job. Let's get this wrongful termination stuff handled. You want a job too?"
"Doing what?"
"Being an ass whore. Janis already said yes."
"She did?"
"Yeah," I said. "It pays well."
"What the actual fuck?" Sidney looked from me to him, then back again. "I feel like I missed something."
"You didn't miss anything. Janis is a little whore. Aren't you Janis?"
"I guess." Brady Scott had me by the asshole. He had raped my body, mind, and spirit and somehow I couldn't say no to him. I had been wrongfully terminated and now I had been wrongfully ass fucked and hired as his ass whore. I didn't know what to feel, especially with the way Sidney was looking at me. She was such a fucking slut, but then again, so was I. I had wanted to land Brady so I wouldn't have to work. I guess in my own way, I had landed him. It wasn't quite what I had envisioned but I guess not every fairytale has a perfect ending. In fact, the tail end of this one was painful and difficult to sit with.
"That sounds fun!" Sidney said. I guess I had never really realized what a slut she actually was. |
19,478 | The Wulfwinter Agency | Wulfwinter | NonConsent/Reluctance | 2008-02-25 | 2008-02-25 | 2022-01-01 14:48:06 | 1 | literotica.com | https://www.literotica.com/s/the-wulfwinter-agency | Desperately seeking employment? Apply herein. | ['Anal', 'Blowjob', 'Incest', 'Job Interview', 'Stepdaughter', 'Stepfather'] | 4.05 | _All names and characters contained herein are fictitious and do not intentionally relate to any person, either living or dead. This story is a work of fiction, a fantasy -- so read it with a grain of salt and an open mind. Voting and feedback is greatly appreciated, especially positive feedback and frequent "fives"._
I stand in front of the tall, smoke-glassed building, clutching my portfolio containing my resume and other sundry job-hunting items. My knees grow weak as I realize this is probably the last and final interview before I become another statistic in the latest government unemployment census.
****
_Stepdaddy stands over me, his large, knobby cock a few inches from my face. Looking down on me, his brow knit in consternation, he strokes himself a few times, cum pouring out of the end of his bulbous, purple head. Absent- mindedly, he wipes himself off on my forehead, warm sticky sperm smears across my eyebrow._
"That'll do pig, that'll do," he whispers, as he pushes the head down to my lips.
"Suck it clean, like a good girl, that's it, just like that. You've earned yourself a little ice cream – lick up the floor first, then you can help yourself."
He pats my head like an obedient dog, and zips up his trousers.
****
I shudder, bringing myself back to unfortunate reality. I escaped Stepdaddy and survived, even excelled, for six whole years. I landed a great sales job in the big city-- health insurance, bonuses, a 401k plan, all the good stuff.
It all came crashing down about six months ago, when I became part of the "big layoff."
After cashing in my 401k (and taking a nasty hit from the IRS), I had a little over $20,000 in savings to last me until I found a new job.
At first I partied my ass off, not really worried about making ends meet -- I mean, I had enough cash in the bank to last a few years, right? Wrong. A big wrong. What with rent as high as it is in the city, take-out every night, credit card bills, I was about two weeks from being bankrupt and homeless.
Physically I looked good. Catching a glimpse of my reflection in the big, mirrored front doors of the Wulfwinter Agency, I see a smartly dressed, twenty-six year old petite woman staring back at me. Dark, charcoal Ann Taylor business suit, black, high-heeled Ferragamo pumps, hair pulled severely back in a tight, businesslike pony tail.
My chestnut hair glints in the fall sunlight, showing streaks of honey (highlights I had put in at _Chic_ , the city's premier styling salon).
I take a deep breath and stride forward to enter the glass lobby.
Seated on a raised dais behind a large mahogany desk, the male receptionist has a glazed, almost satisfied look on his face. He peers down for a brief second, then suddenly looks up at me for the first time. His face strangely flushes red and his mouth works absently, and he holds up one finger. He places both hands on the desk in front of him, arches his back and looks up at the ceiling high above us.
I follow his gaze and see nothing noteworthy, other than lights and a few fire sprinklers.
For a second I think I hear the sound of a zipper, then his voice breaks my reverie.
"May I help you, miss?"
"Yes, I have an appointment with human resources, a Mister Hollingsworth."
"And your name is...?" he queries, as he looks me up and down.
"Jessica Martin." I reply, smoothing the front of my charcoal skirt.
"One second." His hand presses a button and he speaks into the headset he is wearing.
"Mr. Hollingsworth, there is a young lady here in the lobby to see you. A Ms. Martin, sir."
"You may go up, eighteenth floor, at the end of the hallway to the right as you exit the elevator." He waves his hand dismissively and his attention turns back down to something under the desk in front of him.
Peculiar, I think, as I make my way to the bank of elevators. My heels make hollow clicking sounds as I walk across the lobby.
The building is modern, made of mostly chrome and glass, with shiny marbled floors. The center is a large atrium, the elevators glass tubes that shoot up silently into the depths of the building above. I press the up button and wait for a set of doors to open for me.
As I wait patiently, I look around the atrium at the offices. Pretty ordinary stuff, yet something nags at me as I peer through the windows at the men working diligently at their desks.
Not a single woman in sight, I think nervously, my stomach doing somersaults.
The glass doors open and I step in and press "eighteen". As I start to go up, the car next to me settles to a stop, and for a brief second through the glass I could swear I see a woman on her knees servicing a man in a dark suit. Then I am up into the building, the walls flashing by in blinding speed.
At eighteen, the car stops and the doors open to a clean, well lighted hallway. A sign on the wall in front of me reads "Human Resources →"
For a moment I pause and take a deep breath to compose myself. This is it. Last ditch effort to save myself. If this interview fails like all the others, I'll have to crawl back to Stepdaddy on my hands and knees. Literally.
****
_I am down on hands and knees, Stepdaddy behind me, grunting. His right hand grips my reins, pulling my head up painfully, arching my back. The stiff, scratchy horsehair attached to the plug embedded deep in my ass swishes across the backs of my naked thighs. Stepdaddy's big, knobby cock courses in and out of my moist, dripping pussy. His left hand reaches under me and big, calloused fingers stroke my hot, hard clitoris._
"Good girl, fuck back against me, that's it," he gasps as he thrusts into me. He reaches up and scoops butter out of a container on the counter. Briefly pulling his engorged prick out of me, he smears butter up and down his shaft and shoves himself deep inside me again, his pelvis pressing against my ass cheeks, painfully pushing the plug in even harder.
I squeal around the bit in my mouth and jerk back onto his big, veined dick. I can feel his thick pubic hair tickling my pussy as he thrusts into me. His finger stroking my clit picks up speed and I feel an orgasm coming, hard. The flush starts at my breasts and spreads downward until the whole world spins out of control. I cum, hard, panting and gasping around the cold, metal bit. Every thrust pushes the plug deeper into my ass, sending me over the edge yet again.
Stepdaddy yanks the plug out and in one swift motion, replaces it with his big, ugly cock. He thrusts once, twice, three times, using both hands to pull my reins back painfully, and cums with a deep shudder. I feel his heat fill my bowels and warm sperm leaks out around the edge of my ragged rectum, dripping down across my battered pussy lips. I reach under and rub some of his cum into my cunt with my finger.
He pulls out with a plop, and moves around in front of me. Removing my bridle and bit, he places the purple tip of his cock at my mouth and demands "Lick it clean, lick it clean, girl."
I lap up his seed and lick his fuzzy, spent balls clean of any errant sperm, and look up at him for approval.
"That'll do, pig. That'll do." He pats my head and tucks himself back into his trousers and goes back to reading the paper, leaving me on my knees on the kitchen floor.
****
Mr. Hollingsworth is a short, red-faced man with a receding hairline and a large, wide nose. He is dressed in a crisp, gray, three piece banker's suit, with a starched white dress shirt and a simple, black tie. He leans back in his leather office chair and peers at me over his wire-rimmed reading glasses, fingers steepled in front of him.
"Miss Martin, your resume is impressive, yet I feel that you are not quite the, shall we say, caliber, of most of our female employees."
I feel the gorge rise in my stomach as his words hit me like a wave, and for a second the edge of my vision starts to go black. _Panic attack_. Oh shit. I take a deep breath and start to go over my excellent past sales history – all my awards, account growth, my commitment to my previous employer. He senses a note of desperation in my voice, and leans forward, his eyes narrowing, like a snake about to strike.
"That's all well and good, but you've been out of work for what, over six months now? Your credentials are outstanding, and your previous employer gave you a glorious recommendation, however, positions here at Wulfwinter only go to the best applicants."
"Please Mr. Hollingsworth, just give me a chance to prove myself. I promise you won't be disappointed," my voice cracks pitifully as I beg him to save me.
****
_Stepdaddy holds my report card in his hand. He sets it on the kitchen table and pulls me over his knees. Flipping my short skirt up, exposing my ass, he pulls my white cotton panties down around my ankles._
"Martins do NOT make C's, young lady! You need to be punished for this lackluster effort."
I feel his belt slide from around his waist, and I sense him doubling it back on itself to make a short, tough leather strap.
The first smack hits me, surprising me with its ferocity, and I jerk convulsively, squealing in agony. Smack, smack, smack, the blows come unrelenting, until my naked ass is red and streaked. Tears stream down my face and I sob pitifully.
Stepdaddy stops and kneads my cheeks with his big, rough, calloused, carpenter's hands. His breath comes in gasps and I feel his turgid erection poking my stomach through his work pants.
He pushes me off his lap and onto my knees in front of him, wiping the tears off my face with one big thumb. I see his cock tenting the front of his trousers inches from my mouth.
"Take off your skirt, pig," he demands hoarsely. I comply and wait for his big cock.
He unzips his trousers and pulls his thick, knobby manhood out, stroking it a few times until it is rock hard and angry purple at the end.
"Suck it."
I jerk forward and impale my mouth over his hard, hot cock, slobbering and sucking wetly. He begins thrusting deeply into my mouth, his fat head forcing itself into my throat, making me gag and retch.
Suddenly I feel the rough leather belt smack painfully down on my bare ass. With one hand he is gripping my ponytail and pulling my mouth down over his cock, with the other he is whipping my pert ass unmercifully.
I moan around a mouthful of cock as tears pour down my face, bubbling at the corners of my lips.
"NO –smack—MORE – smack – C's!"
I pull off his cock, and implore pleadingly, "I won't Stepdaddy! I'll study harder! I'll make you proud, I promise!"
He pulls me up and presses me down over the kitchen table, and smacks my hot, red ass cheeks with his big open hand.
"Goddamn – SMACK! – right – SMACK! – you better not bring home another C!"
With his left hand he grabs my ponytail in a fist, with his right he reaches into the refrigerator and pulls out a stick of butter. He rubs the butter stick over my hot stinging ass cheeks and presses it against my tight, brown asshole.
"No, Stepdaddy, please don't! I promise I'll be good!" I moan. My pussy is dripping wet, however, and I reach a hand back to play with myself.
Stepdaddy places the fat, purple head of his knobby engorged cock at the entrance of my tight little asshole. With a grunt and one deep thrust, he plunges in, his coarse stomach hair tickling my tender backside.
I bite down on the palm of my hand and moan pitifully as he begins to anally ravage me, thrusting deeply, in and out.
Every few thrusts, he pulls out completely and slathers butter over his angry, hard cock, then plunges back in.
Smack! Smack! Smack! With a shout, he reaches out and grips me by my tiny waist and pulls me back onto his red, bulbous ugly cock, grinding his pelvis into my cheeks.
I feel his hot cum pumping into my ass, his cock actually grows even larger and pulses as he explodes deep inside me.
With one last smack he pulls me around onto my knees in front of him and presses his enflamed cockhead at my mouth.
"Lick it clean, girl, lick it good. There you go, just the way I like it. Lick my balls too, should be nice and buttery for you."
He pats my head affectionately and says, "No more C's, girl, okay? That'll do pig, that'll do."
****
Mr. Hollingsworth leans forward, with his hands on his knees under the edge of the desk, and looks searchingly into my eyes.
"Do you have what it takes to work at Wulfwinter? Do you really?"
I hear a muffled thump from under his desk, and I jump slightly, startled. My eyes fly open wide and I lurch to my feet and step past the side of his desk and look down at his lap.
He is naked from the waist down and his cock is embedded deeply, completely into a small woman's ass as she kneels under his desk. He doesn't thrust, simply holds her firmly by her pale, twin globes. I see his hands knead the cheeks, and her muscles clench and unclench as she milks his cock without moving. I hear a muffled whimper, and then my eyes light on a document on the lower left corner of his desk.
_Dear Mr. Hollingsworth,_
As a past employee of the Wulfwinter Agency, I beseech you to hire my stepdaughter. She will need much training, as she is very headstrong and willful, however, with the right touch, she can be the best slave in the organization.
Thank you in advance for your consideration,
Dick Martin
Like a giant cosmic puzzle, all the pieces crash together in my mind. I see under the lobby desk a small, petite blonde earnestly deepthroating the receptionist's cock. Her throat works convulsively as she swallows torrent after torrent of his hot cum, tears streaming down her cheeks, a muffled animalistic grunt as he fills her mouth.
In the elevator next to mine, the tall, angular man in the dark, pinstriped business suit admonishes the long-legged redhead not to get sperm on his dress slacks. Her fist pumps his shaft up and down, her tongue dancing over and around the fat, red head of his thick cock. Geysers of cum gush out and up, and she licks frantically, trying to slurp it up without making a mess.
Peering through the windows into the offices bordering the glass and chrome atrium, I see pointed toes of high-heeled shoes sticking out from under desks. I see a woman on her knees in the rest room, servicing male employees with her mouth, cleaning their cocks after they relieve themselves.
Suddenly I am jolted back to the present, reality, as a side door to Mr. Hollingsworth's office slowly swings open. I see a tall, rugged, broad shouldered figure standing in the shadows just on the other side of the doorframe. In his left hand he holds a small bridle, bit and reins. In his left is a large buttplug adorned with a cascade of chestnut horsehair streaming down, almost to the floor.
_Stepdaddy..._
The End |
19,479 | Wulfwinter Weight Loss Clinic | Wulfwinter | NonConsent/Reluctance | 2007-08-19 | 2007-08-19 | 2022-01-01 15:46:08 | 1 | literotica.com | https://www.literotica.com/s/wulfwinter-weight-loss-clinic | The menu is limited, but the results outstanding. | ['Anal', 'Blow Job', 'Clinic', 'Cum Drinking', 'Hypnosis', 'Program', 'Weight Loss'] | 4.49 | _All names and characters contained herein are fictitious and do not intentionally relate to any person, either living or dead. This story is a work of fiction, a fantasy, so read it with a grain of salt and an open mind._
Allow me to introduce myself: I'm Heather McCormick and I'm a thirty-something m.i.l.f. living in suburban Atlanta, Georgia. The story I'm about to tell you is the God's honest truth, and I wouldn't lie, because lying is a sin. Six months ago I was a slovenly 158 pounds of bored, impetuous, spoiled housewife. Now I am a svelte 115 pounds thanks to the Wulfwinter Weight Loss Clinic. Here's my story.
**Day 1**
Tuesday is lunch day at the club with my friends Carli and Liz. Usually we gab about the usual stuff: who's banging who at the club, which employees got fired for stealing or for screwing the members, who's giving the Chairman blow jobs under the table during board meetings in order to get the ladies locker room remodeled, etc., etc., etc. Today was special, however, because we hadn't seen Carli in four months – she was at some posh weight loss clinic and came back weighing under 120 pounds. She looked fabulous! Her abs were rippling, her calves thin and sexily muscular under her cream stockings. She had a fresh tan and a smile permanently plastered on her face.
"Oh my God! You guys, it is sooo good to see y'all again!" gushed Carli as she sipped her low carb Grey Goose martini. "It seems like I've been gone for years!"
"You look awesome, Carli – I am sooo jealous!" Liz moaned pitifully.
Liz, like me, had succumbed to the ravages of having a couple kids and fifteen years of marriage under her belt. She was pushing 180 and showed no signs of slowing down. She absent-mindedly speared a piece of cheesecake with her fork and delicately ate a large mouthful.
Carli's ponytail bounced up and down as she animatedly told us how her dramatic weight loss had positively affected her relationship and boring sex life with her husband, Drew.
"Like, Drew can't keep his hands off me! Every night for the last four nights, and even this morning before work he has fucked my brains out! If I'd known that losing this weight would change him like this, I would've done it years ago. Y'all have to do it! They have a payment plan..."
"Gosh, Carli, I don't know. Maybe if you had Drew call and talk to Bob, he might pay for this. Bob's kind of tight with our money, being an accountant and all. I'm not sure."
Bob is my husband. He's faithful, handsome, steadfast, and booooooring. But I love him, and I pride myself on the fact that I've never cheated on him. Our sex life the last few years has petered down to almost nothing. With two kids and soccer and karate and
PTO meetings, we have had little time for intimacy. Bob used to have quite the libido when we were young. He was always trying to get me to do yucky stuff like blow jobs and anal sex. That kinky stuff just isn't for me. I was brought up a lady, and a lady does NOT put her husband's thingie in her mouth or her butt.
"Y'all just gotta do it! I'll have Drew call Bob tonight!"
**Day 2**
By the morning of the next day Bob had arranged for the kids to stay with his parents for the summer, and I was packed and ready to begin my stay at "the fat farm," as I called it. Bob was uncharacteristically excited about this new chapter in our lives, and I began to wonder if he was planning on having an extramarital affair in our house while I was away. Bob is usually slow in making decisions, I mean he always ponders and mulls over everything, but after his hour long hushed conversation with Drew, he practically packed my bag himself. I have to admit, my curiosity was definitely piqued.
That afternoon, I was standing in the crisp, clean, ultra modern lobby of the Wulfwinter Weight Loss Clinic located in the trendy Midtown section of downtown Atlanta. Eighty inch HD plasma screen TVs hung on the walls showing testimonies from women and men extolling the healing powers of the Wulfwinter Clinic. A few people sat quietly in plush armchairs reading _Vogue, Men's Health, Outdoor_ magazines. Employees dressed in crisp, white lab coats quietly and efficiently went about their business ushering customers inside for consultation. After a few minutes of waiting, my name was called and I followed a tall, leggy, pony-tailed brunette through a set of doors into a small, elegantly decorated conference room.
"Hello, Ms...McCormick, is it? Yes. I see you want to lose 40 pounds." The last part was a statement, not a question, and the speaker was a lean, distinguished man with salt-and-pepper hair and a polished year-round tan.
"My name is Doctor Wulfwinter, and we guarantee you will lose the weight in just 2-3 months. Yes, I said guarantee. Here at Wulfwinter, our methods are, well...alternative, but our results are without a doubt, the best in the industry."
As he spoke, I was mesmerized by his steel blue gaze and his commanding presence. I wondered if hypnosis was going to be part of the curriculum.
"Before you can be admitted, we just need you to sign a few pesky consent forms, and then we'll check you into your state-of-the-art living accommodations. If you could just sign, here, here, here, here, and _here_. Initial here, here, here and here. Sign here, here, _here_..."
For a brief moment I hesitated, wondering if I was too hastily jumping into something, but then I noticed that Bob had already signed and initialed all the forms.
"Bob has already signed these?" I asked incredulously. Bob never signed anything without reading it three times and having his lawyer present.
"Yes. We had the forms couriered to your husband last night and he obliged nicely. See, you have nothing to be worried about, your husband has paid in full and is completely supportive of your weight loss endeavor."
Wow, I thought, as I signed and initialed the forms. These guys don't mess around.
My "living accommodations" were unbelievable! Huge king-sized mahogany sleigh bed, tasteful, yet elegant dresser and night stand. Hanging over the bed was a beautiful gold and crystal chandelier. The walls were painted in a muted, but soothing Tuscany cream, with a stucco-like wall treatment. At the far end of the room stood a huge, modern exercise bike and an equally imposing digital stairmaster. Strangely enough, the wall at the end of the room was one giant mirror, with two large flat screen plasma TVs placed about shoulder high. The floor was a rich dark hardwood with a thick, plush multi-colored shag area rug covering the space under and around the spacious sleigh bed.
I plopped down on the bed, spread-eagled, looking forward to the experience. I imagined myself taking long walks with the other "guests", playing outdoor exercise games like badminton or tennis, and generally living it up for the next few months.
The plasma TVs abruptly came to life and the image of Doctor Wulfwinter smiled benignly at me.
_"Thank you for choosing the Wulfwinter Clinic, we are please to have you join us. Our methods are unconventional, but our results without peer. We are happy you chose us, and hope you recommend us to your close friends. Without further ado, your treatment will now begin."_
From the ceiling, a soft mist drifted down, and the last thing I remember was thinking "Mmmm, that smells like _Paul Sebastien_ cologne."
_ **Clinician Notes, Patient no. 437F**_
Patient DOB 12/17/1969, weight 158 pounds, 5' 8" tall, body mass index 33, hair brown, pixie style cut. Patient exhibits lack of muscle tone indicative of stationary lifestyle. Blood test results show patient is free of disease and infection, teeth clean albeit a bit dingy. Hair is limp, lacks luster. Prescribe 50mg per day of multivitamins, focusing on vitamins A, D and B12. Patient has excellent bone structure, very long legs, and broad shoulders. Eyes are hazel in color, with no myopia or astigmatism.
Standard caloric intake recommended for the first five days until Wulfwinter treatments begin.
**Day 3**
I awoke refreshed and invigorated, then realized that I was under the covers in the giant sleigh bed entirely naked! I vaguely remembered smelling _Paul Sebastien_ , then after that, nothing.
Slipping out of the bed, I noticed that my suitcase was absent from the room. I padded to the dresser, and as I attempted to open the top drawer, discovered that it was locked.
_"Good morning, Heather. We do hope you slept well last night. You will not be needing clothes again for the duration of your stay. Please take your vitamins and then shower. Breakfast will be ready shortly."_
The voice was coming from the monitors at the end of the room, and were being spoken by a rather small, mousy, bespectacled man with a cheesy thin moustache.
"My name is Doctor Smith, and I will be caring for you during your initiation period."
Initiation period, hmmm. That sounded ominous. "I want my clothes, and I want them NOW!" I said sternly, as I gathered the comforter from the bed around my fleshy frame.
Smith smiled at me, and repeated _"Please take your vitamins and then shower."_ With that, the monitor went blank and silence filled the room.
I moved to the room's door and found it to be tightly locked as well. For a moment I panicked and took in a large breath to start screaming, but then composed myself and began knocking on the inside of the door, calling "Hellooo?!! Anyone out there?!! Someone open this door!!"
After about 10 minutes of banging and yelling, no one responded and I resignedly decided to complete my tasks. After downing the vitamins and taking a long, hot, luxurious soak, I stepped out of the terracotta tile, three person shower only to realize that there were no towels. As I stood there dripping, an intense blast of hot air enveloped me, swirled around and buffeted me, and in ten seconds I was completely dry.
Nice trick, I thought, as I peered around the corner of the door into the spacious "hotel" room. Sitting on a small tray on a small café table was a plate with a carrot, a piece of celery, and a very small smoothie of some sort.
I leaned towards the mirror and smoothed my hair down, and then crept out of the bathroom towards the table to my so-called "breakfast."
The monitor came to life, and Doctor Smith intoned _"After eating and drinking, you will do 45 minutes on the exercycle and 45 minutes on the stairmaster. After completing these tasks, you will be rewarded with a healthy snack."_
Eight times during the day, Smith ordered me to exercise and the reward was a small piece of carrot or broccoli or celery. By the end of the day, I was starving and getting quite cranky. At ten pm I smelled _Paul_ , and the lights went out.
**Day 7**
Five days had passed since I awoke naked and cranky. In that time I had exercised for about eight hours a day and eaten maybe three entire carrots and celery stalks. I was past being pissed off and cranky.
My hunger had reached a point where just the thought of food made me cramp up with need, and I daydreamed about thick, juicy steaks and lobster dripping in butter. I resolved to divorce Bob and personally castrate him for getting me into this unholy predicament. I had no idea that my life was about to change.
_ **Clinician Notes, Patient no. 437F**_
Patient weight 152 pounds, BMI 32. Patient is showing signs of complicity, nightly hypno treatments are going extremely well. Begin patient on 15 minute nightly course with the Wolf SunScape 755 tanning bed. Phase two of treatment will commence tomorrow at 0800 hours.
**Day 8**
After my morning vitamins and shower, I eagerly looked forward to my carrot and smoothie, as my stomach was rumbling uncontrollably. As I entered my room from the bathroom, I stopped short at the lack of the table or the tray. Suddenly, the light in my luxurious space dimmed, and lights brightened on the other side of the mirror wall, displaying a clinical looking hallway and a man in a clean white lab coat. He was tall, with narrow hips and broad shoulders. His black hair was cut close, parted at the side, and trimmed above his ears in a quasi-military style. His skin was dark, not from any ethnic heritage, but from the sun – he was tan and tall and gorgeous.
He leaned into a microphone and spoke in a calm and soothing voice, _"Hello, my name is Doctor Jones. I will be your physician for phase two of your treatment."_
He pushed a button on the wall, and a small, five inch diameter circle of mirror set about waist high swung toward him. He casually reached down and unzipped his dark trousers and pulled out his semi-erect penis and began stroking it.
I gasped and covered my eyes, "Whuh-whuh-what are you doing?" I asked incredulously, trying not to peer through my fingers.
He didn't say a word, just slipped his now fully erect six inch penis through the hole into my room.
_"Phase two of your treatment requires protein in the form of low carb sperm for maximum weight loss, Miss McCormick. Please begin sucking now."_
"Are you out of your fucking mind?!!" I screamed, uncharacteristically using profanity. "I won't even do that for my husband, you think I'm going to do that for you?"
"I wanna see a lawyer, I wanna see Wulfwinter – I want my Goddamn husband RIGHT NOW!!!"
I was redfaced and gasping with breath. Jones just stood there smirking. _"You have five minutes to begin, or this session is over and you get no breakfast."_
He stood there smiling and stroking his penis for five minutes while I paced and ranted and raved and cursed at him. At the end of the five minutes he calmly put himself away and zipped up his trousers and leaned into the microphone, _"If you do 45 minutes on each apparatus, I will return in two hours with a chocolate treat."_
My mouth watered at the thought of chocolate, and I paced for a few minutes more, cursing my husband, Carli, and everything related to my predicament, but eventually hunger forced me to climb on the cycle to start my 45 minutes.
After two hours, Jones returned as promised and the little circle of mirror swung into the hallway. He once again unzipped his trousers and pulled out his erect penis and stroked it a few times. This time he pulled a squeeze bottle of Hershey's chocolate syrup from a pocket of his lab coat, and drizzled some onto his hard cock.
He smiled as he pushed it through the wall and leaned into the microphone, _"Chocolate, come and get it...lick it clean for me now."_
For a moment I had an out-of-body experience and I saw myself drop to my knees and scurry over to the chocolate-covered, veined, pulsing cock and proceed to lick it like it was the first meal I'd had in a month. I grasped the cock by the base and made little mewling sounds as I licked it clean, from the base all the way to the hot, purple head.
Doctor Jones pulled back into the hallway and I made a small groaning sound and pushed my face up against the hole, trying to lick more.
_"Back up, I'll give you more... back up a little, Miss McCormick."_
He slathered his balls in chocolate and leaned into the hole, presenting me with clean-shaven, chocolate-covered nuts. I licked and slobbered them until they were shiny clean too. In the back of my mind, I thought of all the times that Bob had tried to get me to do these things, but I wouldn't, thinking of it as degrading or below me. Licking a penis was something truckstop whores do, not good, obedient church girls. Now here I was wantonly slurping chocolate off a strangers balls, and begging for more.
_"That's great, Miss McCormick, now suck my cock like a good patient and I'll give you a chocolate snack bar."_
He held up a small chocolate bar on the other side of the mirror and drool seeped out of the side of my mouth.
I put thoughts of Bob into the corner of my mind and began to softly suck the head of Doctor Jones' cock. Bobbing up and down, taking about 1-2 inches into my mouth, I moaned and flicked my tongue around and around his hot, fat head.
_"Ohhh, yeah. Keep that up, Miss McCormick and you'll get your morning protein."_
Doctor Jones began to pump his hips a little and his cock began moving in and out of my mouth. He drizzled a little chocolate on the shaft and spread it around with his hand. I moaned in ecstasy as I tasted the sweet, indulgent flavor.
_"When I cum, you need to drink it all, Miss McCormick. If you don't, no chocolate bar for you. And no veggie lunch either."_
Slowly, the realization that he wanted me to eat his cum to earn my lunch entered my starved brain. About the time I realized what he wanted from me, he let out a loud groan, arched his back, and his cock began to fountain hot cum into my sucking mouth. His cum tasted bitter, a bit like bleach, but with the chocolate background flavor, it wasn't really all that bad. The hard part was keeping up with the spurts. It gushed once, twice, three times in hard, violent spasms, which I gallantly tried to gulp down, but at the fourth spurt I choked a little and pulled off his cock. Bad idea. Sperm shot out and splattered my forehead and got in my hair. Doctor Jones tsked and leaned into the microphone.
_"Lick it up, use your fingers to get it off your face and lick them clean Miss McCormick, or no chocolate bar."_
I meekly complied, eyeing the candy bar with unabashed greed. Doctor Jones pushed his semi-hard cock through the window once again and said, _"clean my cock, polish it off. That's good, Miss McCormick. You did very well for your first feeding."_
I sucked his cock into my mouth and licked it clean from the base to the tip, tasting a surprisingly yummy mixture of Hersheys chocolate and cum. When I finished, Doctor Jones placed his cock back into his trousers, zipped himself up and dropped the snack bar into my waiting hands. I greedily gobbled it down, still on my knees and relished the feeling that, for the first time in a week, I was not hungry.
_ **Clinician Notes, Patient no. 437F**_
Patient weight 132 pounds, BMI 26. Patient has adapted to the Wulfwinter Diet Plan. Estimated daily sperm intake 12 ounces. Continue vitamin supplements. Commence with nightly patented Wulfwinter epidermal tissue shrink ointment. Begin phase three at 0800 hours tomorrow.
**Day 31**
I awoke this morning, refreshed and eager to start the day. I noticed that as I brushed my hair, it was growing long and luxurious, about shoulder length now. I figured that the vitamin supplements that they were feeding me were speeding up the growth process, as my fingernails and toenails needed trimming as well. I also noticed that my skin, where before it was splotchy and pale, was now clean and smooth and even tan. I wondered if the lights in my room were tanning bed lights.
As I brushed my bright, white teeth (when did they get so white? It looks like I've had a lumineer, or a professional bleaching done), I couldn't help but smile as I eagerly looked forward to this morning's feeding. I felt a tingling in my crotch, and thought back to the day that Doctor Jones began making me finger myself and rub my clitty while I sucked him off. After about day 13, I found a razor and shaving cream in the shower, and had begun to shave my pretty little cunny clean.
When I stepped into my room, I saw that something had changed. Against the mirror, between the exercycle and the stairmaster was a new contraption. This thing looked like a raised saddle with a long, knobby dildo poking up out of the middle of the seat. The back side of it was flush to the mirror, and handles stuck out on the front side, facing out into the room. When seated, with my back to the mirror and my hands on the handles, my ass would be pressed up tightly against the glass, the dildo embedded deeply into my pussy. A flush crept up my bosom and into my neck and cheeks.
I realized suddenly that I had changed. Instead of the fat, pale, frumpy woman that I had been, a tall, tan, almost beautiful creature stared back at me from the mirror. I still had a good bit of weight to lose, but I was long past the fleshy, cottage cheese stages of pre-obesity, and was now looking more big- boned and muscular than fat. My ass was still a bit wide and jiggly, and I did not look forward to having someone look at it smashed up against the glass. How wrong I was.
The lights dimmed and the hall lights went up, and instead of Doctor Jones, with his always erect and cum-filled six inch cock, I looked upon a new face. This man was black, not dark black, but a light-skinned handsome black man. His head was shaven completely clean, and his black pate shone in the hallway's light. He wore tortoise-shell framed glasses, which made him look studious and held a clipboard in his right hand. With his left hand he grasped the microphone and leaned in to speak.
_"Miss McCormick, I'm Doctor Johnson, and I will be managing phase 3 of your treatment. It looks like since orientation you have lost a grand total of 26 pounds, but now we really need to work on your muscle definition."_
"Please apply some lubricant and mount up for me, with your back to the glass." He motioned towards the saddle and stood there waiting.
The TV screens came to life showing me video of women bouncing up and down on the dildo, screaming in ecstasy. For a fleeting moment I thought I saw Carli, her blonde ponytail bouncing behind her.
_"If you refuse to comply with the new treatment, we will simply withhold your feedings until you change your mind, Miss McCormick."_
With a deep sigh of resignation, I squeezed a liberal helping of lubricant out of the tube of KY jelly and spread it around my pussy lips.
_"Apply some to the dildo as well, Miss McCormick, it'll make it slide in nice and easy."_
I stepped up onto the platform and swung my leg up and around over the saddle, placing the tip of the hard, dark, flesh-colored dildo at the entrance of my pussy. Slowly I lowered myself onto it, sliding down until all seven inches were buried deep inside me.
_"Now raise and lower yourself, Miss McCormick, that's right, do that for fifteen minutes, until your thighs burn."_
I had never experienced a similar feeling of both pleasure and pain before in my life. At first, I went at it with a vengeance. For the last few weeks I had been simmering in my own juices with nothing but my slender finger to relieve me, but now I had a nice, long, solid cock buried in me. I was in heaven. I came about three times in the first eight minutes, but then my thighs began to shake and my calves began to cramp up. Every time I tried to stop, Doctor Johnson chastised me and spurred me on. After fifteen minutes, he stopped me and motioned me to come over to the five inch circular hole.
Doctor Johnson was aptly named. He was about eight thick inches of solid black cock, topped with a nice fat, dark red head. His balls were huge and swollen and hung down pendulously. I had never seen anything so delicious in my entire life.
_"Suck it, Miss McCormick. Welcome to phase three."_ With that, Doc Johnson leaned his head back and grinned at the ceiling as I began to suck him.
I had a hard time at first, after all, six weeks earlier I had never even had a cock near my mouth. Now I was jerking him off with a two-fisted approach, desperately trying to get all eight inches in my throat. My time with Doctor Jones had taught me how to deep throat a small cock, but this was something new altogether. I was gagging and spitting and slobbering all over his rock hard dick, and pretty soon, he was thrusting his hips to meet my mouth.
Every few minutes he would look at a stopwatch in his hand and glance down to see how I was doing. After ten minutes of jawbreaking work, he began to moan and groan, and I felt his cock harden in my hand. Instead of fountaining into my mouth like Doctor Jones, Doctor Johnson seemed to seep. His cum was thick and syrupy and salty yet sweet at the same time. The lack of spurting was more than made up in quantity, however. He came and came and came and came. I licked it all up greedily, my belly full to bursting with his salty creamy goodness.
He had a surprise for me for my afternoon feeding. As I came out of the bathroom, I saw him standing directly behind the saddle/dildo waiting for me.
_"Mount up Miss McCormick. You still have,"_ he looked down at his clipboard momentarily, _"20 pounds to lose."_
As I stepped up to the saddle, I realized that directly behind the seat, a 20" x 20" section of mirror was open to the hallway where he was standing. Upon seating myself facing away from Doctor Johnson and grasping the handles, my ass, which previously was pressed against the glass, was now poking out into the hall.
_"Begin exercising, Miss McCormick, I'll time you for 15 minutes."_ I heard a click as he started his stopwatch.
I worked up a good lather and came twice, then I heard another 'click' and he said, _"Stop."_
My breath was heaving, my nipples hard, my pussy slightly sore, then I felt something cool and wet touch my sensitive anus.
_"Hold still, Miss McCormick, while I apply some lubricant back here."_
I turned around, eyes wide in alarm to see that his massive eight inch cock was out of his pants and rock hard. He was stroking it with one hand while he smeared my asshole with Vaseline.
"Um, Doc?" I querulously squeeked. "What are you going to do back th—OUCH!"
His finger slowly invaded my ass, stinging at first, but he was patient and professional, and before I knew it, I was grinding back against his hand.
_"Push back, try to relax your muscles, Miss McCormick. Don't worry, I'm not going to rape you. I'll go nice and slow and wait until you adjust."_
Doc Johnson started with his fat, hot cockhead, slowly pressing it in, millimeter by millimeter until it popped in past the crown.
_"Good girl,"_ he gasped, _"Just a little more for now."_
With that, he slid another inch up my tight ass and then slowly pulled it back to the base of his flared crown.
I never would have pictured myself getting fucked in the ass by a black man, but here I was, 30 minutes later, bouncing up and down on both the dildo and his huge dick at the same time. The feeling was absolutely incredible. Once I got over the initial pain and taught my sphincter muscles to relax, the pain receded (not entirely), and pleasure bloomed. I was well on my way to an explosive orgasm when he reached over and pressed a button. The dildo beneath me came to life and proceeded to softly vibrate, sending chills up and down the insides of my thighs. My erect nipples grew even harder, and I felt my climax bursting up from the core of my being.
_"Welcome to the world of the Sybian Saddle, Miss McCormick,"_ Doctor Johnson groaned as he slapped the globes of my ass poking through the wall.
I was a virtual banshee at this point, I was frantically bouncing up and down on the twin cocks filling me up, my sweaty hair flying around my face, wailing in ecstasy as wave after wave of orgasm shuddered through me. I collapsed on the saddle, spent and physically obliterated, dildo still vibrating softly inside me, Doc Johnson's cock sliding in and out, in and out of my raw, open ass.
_"Turn around, Miss McCormick, time for your afternoon feedinggggg!"_ Doc Johnson roared, and I felt his cock grow in size and begin to pulse.
I frantically jumped up and spun around, just in time to catch a huge gob of cum in my mouth. I wrapped my hand around the base of his swollen member and ran my mouth up and down and over the sensitive head. For the first time, Doc Johnson actually 'spurted'. He pulsed huge amounts of cum into my mouth, and much of it spilled out and ran down my chin onto the saddle. The salty cum had a slight tangy flavor and I realized I had taken it directly out of my ass and into my mouth. But at this point I was beyond caring. I slurped up all his hot, salty cream. Licked his balls clean, and even leaned down and cleaned the saddle with my mouth and tongue.
_"Very, very good, Miss McCormick. A few weeks of this, and you will easily meet your goal. By the way, the exercise machines now power your televisions. You may watch news programs while you exercise. We need to begin your re- adjustment to the outside world."_
**Clinician Notes, Patient no. 437F**
Patient weight 115 pounds, BMI 18. Patient exhibits increased metabolism and epidermal tissue has responded very well to special Wulfwinter ointment. Patient shows no signs of excess skin, muscle tone very pronounced. Begin Societal Reintroduction process immediately.
**Day 45**
After two weeks of romping on the sybian saddle with Doc Johnson's big cock spearing my ass, my leg muscles and abs were absolutely ripped. I stood looking in the mirror at a person I didn't even recognize. My previously short, mousy, brown hair was now just past my shoulders and was shiny with health and a beautiful chestnut in color. I woke up a few mornings ago and noticed blonde streaks through my hair, and decided it looked really good along with my golden tan. I also was surprised that, even though I had lost over 40 pounds in about six weeks, I had no excess skin or flab. It was as if I had never been fat.
This morning I awoke to find a beautiful, soft, linen, cream Versace dress waiting for me on the bed. The hem came to just about mid-thigh and showed off my long, muscular, tanned legs. I pulled my hair back into a tight, athletic pony tail, and leaned down to put on some sassy strappy soft leather Ferragamo sandles. On the dresser were some accessories: a couple bracelets, a beautiful pearl necklace and a pair of chique, black Emporio Armani sunglasses. I noticed the lack of panties, but wasn't surprised.
**Day 47**
"Oh. My. God. Holy shit. You look fucking gorgeous!" Liz moaned over a mouthful of chocolate cake. "Wow, Heather. If I didn't know it was you, I wouldn't have recognized you. You had every man in the room falling out of his chair when you walked in."
Carli was leaning back with one eyebrow raised studying me closely. "I see Wulfwinter worked his magic again."
"Can you believe it? I can't believe it's me when I look in the mirror. I'm so happy, and my married life has definitely gotten better. And Bob has ordered that little Mercedes I've had my eye on for two years."
"Well, I just stopped by to say 'Hi' real quick, I gotta run – Bob's meeting me at home for a quick lunch."
Carli and I stifled giggles and she shot me a knowing look as I turned and breezed back towards the door.
Just before I left the club restaurant, I heard Liz say, "Gee, you think Drew could call and talk to Larry for me? Huh?"
**The End** |
19,480 | Wyrd Dream | MrDeviant | NonConsent/Reluctance | 2007-11-23 | 2007-11-24 | 2022-01-01 15:46:10 | 2 | literotica.com | https://www.literotica.com/s/wyrd-dream-ch-01 | 1. Straight man is turned into cum slut for other man. 2. Captured male's adventures take an unexpected turn. | ['Bisexual', 'Cocks', 'Domination', 'Gay', 'Male Domination', 'Piss', 'Pussy', 'Slut', 'Watersports', 'Whore'] | 3.67 | I am your average male—6' tall, brown hair, hazel green eyes—and I have weird dreams. My weird dreams are, like normal men have from time to time, homosexual in nature. Don't bother to say you don't have them guys because, according to psychologists and numerous studies on the subject, we do. Even the straight ones like me.
Now, while I admit I am basically average, there are things about me that are most definitely not average. For example, the average males genitals are about 6" long when hard—I am that long when I am soft! Also, while perhaps, most men are either dominant or submissive I am a switch. For those of you who don't know that means I enjoy both the dominant and submissive roles in a relationship whether it is long-term, short-term or strictly sexual.
The dreams I'd been having lately were scaring me. I had these extremely violent dreams of being gangbanged by a number of men. Men who had no care for me, who just wanted to use my ass for a cunt and my mouth for a slut mouth to suck them off. I was the center of attention, but it was not the type of attention a straight male ever really cares for.
Honestly, I can't say what scared me most about the dreams. Was it the fact that in the dreams everything, although it starts out forced, appears as if I am willingly submitting to their attentions? Was it the fact that I was having such a dream at all? Or, perhaps, was it the fact that in the dream, and later when I woke up because of it, I was aroused by it?
Perhaps in our dreams we do the things we fear the most as a way of working through those fears. I really don't know, but I am sure the story itself will be what arouses you so let me get on with the telling of it.
The dream starts with me broken down on the side of the road. Admittedly, I am no mechanic. I know how everything is supposed to work in theory, but my body is not made for mechanical work. In short, my hands are too big and I am a klutz.
Now I know it sounds like the normal damsel in distress, male version, of a story, and you are right it is. Unfortunately for me I did not have a gorgeous long-legged blonde come riding to my rescue on a flashy silver Harley—I got a gang of bikers that looked like they were right out of some ol' movie about bikers, the 60's drug scene and the sexual revolution.
The lead one, the leader, of course, was not surprisingly known as "Snake", I heard his name mentioned by one of the gang members just as the whole gang stopped by my car. As I tried my best to get the piece of shit going I thought to myself, "Great! Just what I need to be hassled by bikers."
Now I am, like I mentioned previously, not a small man by any stretch of the imagination. In point of fact, I am slightly over 250 pounds and a multiple level black belt. I figured I would just try to be friendly with them and maybe I would not have to hurt them.
As it turned out I ended up getting much friendlier with them then I thought I ever would want to get with a dirty group of bikers.
Snake approached me with hard look in his eye and asked if I needed any help? (Not a bloody genius that one!)
What else could I say? I just wanted to get on my way is all.
"Yes," it seemed not much, but the obvious answer so I went for it.
"I don't know what happened exactly," I continued, "but it just sort of died. I thought I heard a clunk back there a ways but now I am not so sure."
"Lucky for you," Snake intoned, "we are all mechanics in this motorcycle club of ours."
"Lucky indeed," I spoke up, "My name is Duke."
There was no way I was giving these people my real name that is for sure. Although, had they known my real name is Marion Michael Morrison they would have died laughing. My parents shared the same last name as the real Duke so when they had me they named me in his honour.
"I am Snake," Snake began, "and this motley looking bunch of friendly scum is known as 'The Lords of War'."
It sounded like a name stolen from a movie or someone's weird idea of something meant to be scary although they didn't seem it at the time to me. Boy was I wrong!
As I moved around the car trying to figure out the problem I could sense Snake moving around nearby and somehow he suddenly seemed more malevolent in nature. Just in time I struck out when I sensed someone intended me harm. It wasn't Snake though, but one of the other bikers. He was large--probably 6' 4", heavy—I estimated about 350 or 400 pounds—and he moved fast for his size.
Unfortunately for him, at the time, I moved faster. I struck out with a back kick that sent him flying across the area I was parked in. His buddies laughed! He, however, found it less than amusing.
As he came at me again I warned him, "I do not wish to hurt you, but I will defend myself properly." He actually let loose with a belly laugh that would have made Santa Claus proud, but he definitely was not some jolly ol' elf.
As he rushed at me I sidestepped him and slammed him head first into the side of my classic '69 Shelby Mustang GT 500 Fastback. The son of a bitch left a dent in the side of it. Now I knew he had to pay for it in more than one way and I intended to do just that.
My mentioning the cost made him laugh all the harder until I bust his right kneecap sideways and the bone started sticking out where it protruded from.
"Metal is easier to repair then bone, but nearly as costly. Let's call it even there," I said. He can't say I didn't try to be nice. Something told me he was too malevolent to give it a rest and let the subject drop.
Although he could no longer fight it seemed I'd picked the wrong one to hurt. Suddenly Snake and the rest of his crew came at me hard and fast. Now I am good. I can't say that a lot of men were not hurt, maimed or dying when the fight finally ended, but even as good as I am I could not take on 60 myself and expect to win. I tried working my way to a bike, the woods, some way to get away from there. I did, make sure, however, on the way out, that more than a few of them would not be following me.
Eventually, just when I thought I had gotten away free and clear, I was captured. Unlike me these bikers knew the lay of the land and catching me was just a game to them. I thought I was back in the woods where they would not find me when I, quite literally, stumbled into their main camp. There were quite literally hundreds, maybe thousands, of these "Lords of War."
Now I knew I was about to die. I had severely hurt, maimed and maybe even killed a few of their group. I am not a biker, but even I know that is a no-no among bikers, especially if done by someone not a member of the group in the first place!
As the smaller group managed to contact the larger one somehow before I got there I was immediately surrounded. The members all looked at me rather seriously and I was unsure what to do. Running wasn't an option, fighting wasn't an option, dying was a very bad option and I was running out of choices rather quickly.
What the hell was I going to do?
It was a question I did not need to think on long as the answer was provided me by Snake when he caught up to me.
"You think you are so smart, so tough. Well that may be so one on one, but here, where you are severely outnumbered, you are nothing more than a fucking slut toy to be played with and used," said Snake.
"Fuck me!!" I thought I had thought it to myself, but in my current frame of mind again I was wrong.
"That is right slut---Fuck you!!" Snake hissed at me. "We will all fuck you until you can't fuck anymore then we will continue to fuck you until you cock falls off from lack of use and your ass is sore from way too much of the same—as will your mouth be.
They came at me from all directions, too many at once to fight off, and I was stripped of my clothes, my freedom and my dignity all at once. Kicking and screaming until the end, until the moment I was locked on all fours by, at least for any human, unbreakable chains.
One of the men laughed, "Scream yourself hoarse slut! Noone can hear you here and we will make sure your sore throat gets lubricated with lots of cum slut."
Another one said, "Whore we will ride your better than any horse ever would be ridden. And some of us even have horse-sized cocks to ride you with!"
The comments went on and on each one getting progressively more coarse and making me feel smaller and smaller until I reached a point where I thought I had completely disappeared and simply because nothing more than a set of holes to fuck to them. And indeed that is all I was too them. It made no difference to them whether I was male or female; I was simply something to fuck. I could have been a pocket pussy for all that they cared for me.
As I was unable to change my position I was more and more aware of what was going on around me and less and less aware of my own self. Whether they were throwing food or liquid on me mattered not at this point. When they made me drink their piss from a dog bowl it somehow even seemed normal although that did not come until much, much later.
They started simply by arousing me. The demons that they were they had their women perform naked for me, touch me, stroke my cock, even suck it but never, ever did they let me cum.
Anything you could do to arouse a man they did to me. I was hot under the burning sun, but hotter still from their ministrations. Imagine the feeling of being aroused non-stop but not being allowed release. The gang's vixens kept me on edge for so extended period that I lost track of time—even the day it was.
My cock was hard, pointing straight at the ground and dripping pre-cum. It was not long until one of the women decided to make me eat my drippings like a slut whore. One of the women even used the drippings to lubricate my ass as she first fingered it then proceeded to eat it.
I've never been into analingus, but her actions had their desired affect and my anal flower opened up allowing her all the access she wanted to tickle my prostate with her tongue. I squirmed as her tongue worked its way slowly around, then in, while she teased me mercilessly.
My hips bucked trying to make her take more of her tongue deep into my ass. I was a slut trying to take more cock to her. She ate me out for what seemed like forever while I neared orgasm from her ministrations. Every time I got close to orgasm I felt her soft hand squeeze the base of my cock in just the right way, and for the correct length of time, to stop me from exploding.
Eventually I was so aroused, so on edge, I agreed to whatever they wanted to be allowed release. That was when they knew they had me! My eyes glazed over, I slipped into that state of nothingness that some call subspace and I responded to whoever was in control of me at the moment.
I never even realized that it was a real cock that had been put to my lips instead of a fake cock. Realistically, I probably would have expected it given my current condition if I had not been so deeply lost in that state of nothingness. My mind was a total blank and only focused on pleasing and being pleased.
That cock put to my lips was pushed slowly between them like a virgin male making love for the first time to a virgin female. It pushed slowly, insistently and gently between my lips. I could feel it go deeper and deeper into my mouth and down my throat but it didn't really register.
My body was on automatic to the point that even my gag reflex seemed to have been suppressed or, at least, I quickly became used to his size. When the woman rimming me left and a cock was placed there I really can't recall. I was too hot sexually to even think of the fact that I was now stuck like a pig being slow-roasted over a flame.
People must have gathered, eventually, because soon enough I felt a rain of sticky jism falling on my skin. Hands were rubbing it in as I was taken slowly, at first, then faster and harder. My ass was suddenly felt a pulsing, throbbing feeling deep within it. It was only moments later that I felt a firehose squirting me from the insides. Shortly thereafter I was swallowing the jism of the man in my mouth. The more I swallowed the more the cock in my mouth throbbed and pushed its seed down my throat.
I was kept chained like this at all times while I was used constantly by the men in the gang. From time to time I would feel a woman climb over me, straddling me, and that was followed by her warm pee which was used to wash me off. My cock was milked sometimes at night by whoever was feeling particularly dirty and randy.
It turned out that they were not the only ones here, but rather, this was a biker rally. Day or night, it made no difference, I was used by whoever was in the mood to fuck a slut like me. I was made to eat their cocks on a regular basis, some whipped me, some fucked me with toys and beer bottles, the women kept me on edge at all times so my state of mind never changed the whole time I was there.
Occasionally my bonds were removed one at a time to allow them to give me a sponge bath to get me clean and for me to stretch my individual limbs and get the blood flowing again. Also, these small breaks were used to check me for injuries—after all a dead or damaged slut is good to noone—and to tease me further due to the extra amount of access that they could get while I was slightly released.
Of course, the cocks that violated me rarely stopped during these times, although they did have to change position a tad to allow the various jobs to be done to me to be done properly.
How many days passed and how many men had me or women teased me I do not know. There was a constant line of men to fuck my mouth until my jaw was sore and my mouth was overflowing with cum and another line to fuck my ass until I was so raw and loose that I needed to take a rest before it could be done again.
Nightly I received enemas from beautiful biker chicks who would not only tease me and call me dirty names, but use me for their pleasure, never allowing me to cum at all. The more aroused and closer they got before I was ready to cum and they had to start the harder they were with me.
Beatings were normal for me. I was gangraped by numerous women who then would beat me because they were unable to cum before I was ready to. Nightly the beatings got more and more vicious. Just a guess, but I don't think the guys were using them as much as they wished to. From my point of view every last woman there was severely horny and extremely sex starved, kind of like dogs feed very little and beaten regularly they became meaner and meaner.
Admittedly, though I was harshly treated, I was well fed and well sexed, even if it was with persons I would never have even approached prior to this experience.
One night, the number of toys attached to me increased severely. My knees ached in ways that I can not even describe, but it did not compare to the nipple rings that were hung from nipples after first being pierced without numbing them in anyway. The nipple rings were drenched in alcohol eliciting a scream from me that was so guttural that it was sure to show the level of non- humanness I had reached. I was more animal then human by this point and this was just another way of demonstrating that fact to all present.
At the same time my nipples were pierced I had several men under me sucking my cock and keeping it very, very hard. It definitely distracted me from my nipple piercings—at least until they decided that my cock needed to be pierced as well.
Now, I have my left ear pierced with a diamond stud already, and my nipples have been pierced previously, although they have been removed and healed up, so I am somewhat used to piercings, but I was used to them being numbed before being done. Unfortunately for me that was not to be. Each piercing made me howl all the more.
As I howled in pain I was silenced immediately by having a large cock crammed down my throat all the way to the root of the cock that was inserted. It is tough to scream when your mouth is filled with a 12" long, beer can thick, black tube snake.
The cock rammed my mouth savagely after each piercing to keep me quiet and the look on the owner said, "Bite me and die slowly and painfully." Each piercing, and savage mouth fucking, made me fall even deeper into subspace. I was a wet and willing set of male cunts to be used well.
It took time for the piercings to heal and I was allowed it, but that doesn't mean that the rest of my body was off limits—quite the contrary. I was whipped, beaten, flogged, assfucked and forced to suck cock all the more. The only thing they could not do was touch my cock or nipples while they healed. Of course all the movements caused by what they did to me did not help me heal up any quicker, but they were admittedly turn-ons to me.
From time to time a new form of humiliation was come up with for me and they loved humiliating me. As if being pierced in my cock numerous times, in my nipples, being chained down on all fours nude and available to anyone's use was not enough one day they decided that since I was basically a male cunt/female to them that I should indeed dress the part.
Several of the biker's bitches worked on me, never letting more than a single limb loose at a time, turning me into the sluttiest looking female that they could. I am not sure how much time had passed by this point, but it was definitely enough for my hair to grow out about 6 inches. Days, weeks, months, years they made no difference to me.
My body was shaved completely of hair except for that which was on my head. No hair existed below my eyebrows. My ass did not really need the enemas as I had had so much cum in my ass by now that my ass had room for little else. I was cleaned up fully, loving every minute of the sponge bath, and makeup and clothing were applied to me.
My lips had a bright slut red shade applied to them, my face made up to look like a hooker ready for her nights work. As for clothes they were way too skimpy, very tight and practically screamed, "Fuck this slut hard and fast."
Now, by the time they had finished putting me in this outfit I was hard as a rock—not a big surprise given the fact that they kept me constantly on edge and, if I am right, though I doubt they had to at this point, drugged me with a constant amount of Viagra and X to keep me compliant, horny and remove all of my inhibition. I will admit though, I didn't have many inhibitions to start with.
My cock was strapped to me so the illusion of femininity, if not the fact, was given to whoever chose to use me. The piercings in my cock were done in a manner not unlike a Gates of Hell so it was very easy to strap my cock in place. When they strapped my cock up it was done in such a way as to run the tie through the rings in my cock, up my belly to the rings in my nipples and through both nipple rings then back down to my cock. As such, any moment would have an effect on my cock as well as my nipples. Lucky for me I expected I would be fucking and sucking rather soon.
And I was right.
Here I was, now dressed like some combination of bondage slut and innocent schoolgirl with ponytails, and I was ready to be used. I no longer cared how many used me or how often, but rather I wanted, desired, needed, was actually becoming addicted to it and it made no difference whether it was long, hard, thick, pounding cock in me or whether I was forced to eat pussy repeatedly (though that no longer happens all that much).
It was slow and gradual, but eventually, after my initial capture I came to love what they did to me, to being their male slut to use and abuse and now I could not think of anything I would not do to possess them, to have their cocks hard and rampant crammed down my throat, to eat their every last drop of cum and beg for more. I craved humiliation as much as I craved cock and I helped my Masters with whatever they needed.
Eventually, they knew that the chains were not needed and removed them. I became another one of Snake's bitches and as such from time to time I rode on his bike with him. He was a good Master in that he always made sure that I had plenty of cock and that I got it in ways that humiliated me and that satisfied my cravings for it.
One day, on the way to another rally, he had me suck him off while riding his bike down the road. It took practice and time to learn how to do it, but I could. Between the throbbing Harley engine between his legs and my lips he always came good and hard for me.
For a very long time I survived on a diet of cum, then one day my Master introduced me to another pleasure, drinking his piss. He gave it to me right from the tap at first, then, as he got hard it was followed by a copious amount of his cum.
I drank it from him, from his friends, from his other bitches and, eventually, I drank it from a dog bowl that they kept constantly filled for me.
Master delighted in finding newer kinks for us to explore all the time. We tried blowjobs on the motorcycle, in places where we could get easily caught, in alleyways and bars et cetera. I had no name. When Master introduced me he' simply say, "This is a fucktoy of mine. Do you need your cock sucked?" or some other such thing.
When Master got in trouble with the law my body always got him out of it. I can't tell you how many times I got double assfucked with batons in order to allow my Master to avoid jail time. I think he did it just to watch some cops use my ass well.
When Master needed a room for the night he'd have me get it from the desk clerk—usually by telling him to give Master one on the other side of the motel from the room for me---and letting the desk clerk send up as much cock as he wanted to use me.
Master generally kept me nude and available at all times. He delighted in leading me around by a leash attached to my cock rings and/or nipples. I delighted in the fact that I was his slut.
My body got tanned quickly from never wearing clothes and I lost a lot of weight from all the activity I got daily, namely fucking. The kinks we did never seemed to end. Master was always on the lookout for a new one.
Once, Master decided it was time I was pulling my weight to earn money for the gang, so he had me make a porno—an all-male gangbang porno—and have the monies derived from its distribution deposited to an account for the gang. It was so successful that Master decided why not make a series of them. The series name is "My Gangbang Male Slut."
As you can imagine the series consists of this slut being fucked long, hard, often and by many simultaneously. From time to time a female or two is thrown in for good measure to tempt our audience, even if it is mostly gay.
I've been in situations, all real, that would make most people cringe. If you can think of a kink I've done it. At one point, after earning large amounts of money for the gang, they decided I could make them even more if they improved upon me. I was taken in for surgery and the size of my cock was nearly doubled, in fact I was so large as to be a sideshow circus freak—the man with the 3' long, 5" across cock!
I was now so large that even if I could be with a woman she would have to be an extraordinary one to be able to handle my cock. Of course Master delighted in having numerous women try to tame my cock as a way of proving that I was permanently theirs.
This was, of course, only one of the body modifications to me. Other, later, modifications including more piercings, several tattoos and being branded on my ass with the words "slut whore" on my left asscheek and "use me" on my right asscheek. There was no going back now—tattoos can be removed fairly easily, but brandings are a longer, more painful story altogether.
So, if you are ever on the beach and see a man in a men's leather thong bikini, check his behind. It might be me.
And you know I am up for something so use me. I will eat every drop of your cum.
I guarantee you will have lots of fun, however, or whomever you use me with!!!
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19,481 | The X Corporation | robertpenn | NonConsent/Reluctance | 2004-02-19 | 2004-03-08 | 2022-01-01 14:48:07 | 3 | literotica.com | https://www.literotica.com/s/the-x-corporation-ch-01 | 1. Wife finds trouble at husband's new job. 2. Toni figures out she's been drugged. 3. Toni learns the price of refusal. | ['Drank Bottle', 'Internet Find', 'Jim Donna', 'Looked Xan', 'Men Talking', 'Oriental Man', 'Replied Toni', 'Show Toni', 'Turned Toni', 'Xan Toni'] | 4.39 | 2003 was not a good year for the Thompson’s. Don Thompson lost his high paying job at a major software company where he was a middle level project manager. He spent the entire year looking for another job without any success. He met with recruiters, answered ads in trade magazines and papers, and had his resume posted on the Internet. But he had no success.
His wife Toni went back to work part time. She was a secretary when they met, and then quit work to raise their two children. They were now in their teens and did not need her as much as they did in the past. She was 35 and still attractive. She took pride in her appearance. Several times after she returned to work, male coworkers hit her on. She considered it flattering, but always said no. She loved her husband too much.
As the year progressed, money got tighter and tighter. Toni was not making that much money and the crush of continuing bills was weighing hard on Don. Then one day, he got an email from a prospective employer.
The company’s name was The X Corporation. The letter stated said they were looking for project managers. The position sounded wonderful and Don perfectly suited for it. It stated the company was based in New Mexico.
Don searched the Internet and could find nothing about the company. He thought that strange, but he responded to the email and sent them the information they were interested in. He was curious because they asked for a lot of personal information, including pictures of his wife and children.
A few days later a Fed Ex package arrived with a plane tickets for the entire family. Later that day, Don received a call from the head of Human Resources. They wanted to make sure he got the tickets and was planning on coming out for the interview. Don thought it was curious that plane tickets for the entire family were sent, but decided it would be a nice family trip.
They arrived at a small airport in New Mexico and were picked up by a limo. Toni and the kids were impressed. Don was very curious about this company that was suddenly interested in after almost a year on unemployment.
They were driven about an hour out into the desert. There seemed to be nothing for miles, and then suddenly a town appeared. The homes they passed were new and immaculate. It looked as though this town had been built in just the past few years. All the storefronts and roads looked like brand new.
Just outside of town, the driver drove up to a gate that guarded a tall glass building. A small sign out front told Don he was at the X Corporation Headquarters. The driver parked and led them into the lobby. After several minutes, Don was led in to meet with the Director of Human Resources. Toni and the children were taken on a tour of the facilities and then the town.
Two hours later, they all met back together. Don was thrilled. They had offered him a job at almost twice what he was making before and the position sounded perfect for him. Toni loved the town and the schools, as did their children. The company even offered to assist in the selling of their present home.
It sounded too good to be true.
In the span of one month, Don and his family moved from their home in the Midwest to a small town in the New Mexico desert. Their new home was wonderful. The kids started in their new school, and Don started his new job as Senior Project Manager at The X Corporation.
Toni settled into the neighborhood and began to make this new house their home. She made friends with her new neighbor Donna and her husband Jim. Donna was about her age and had children also. Donna showed her where to shop and was helpful in getting the new home set the way Toni wanted it.
Toni also met other people from the community, BUT something about the women troubled her. And even Donna, who she liked, had a way sometimes of bothering her.
All the women were very attractive, but all married to, what Toni considered not real macho men. They all seemed like the geek boys from high school, now all grown up. Donna’s husband Jim was shorter than her, and bald and overweight, with thick glasses. She didn’t really see the attraction. And to be honest, Toni’s husband Don kind of fit in with these men. He was a wonderful man, and she loved him dearly, but she had to admit he was a bit of a geek too.
But it was the way the women fawned over their husbands that really bothered Toni. It was like these women were from the age of where the man was “King of the Castle”, and the woman was his little subservient slave. They would do things Toni would never think of doing for Don, and then sit there, like a little lap dog, waiting for the next command. The women reminded her of Stepford Wives the way they fussed over and served their men.
It was really beginning to creep her out.
Late one night, Toni was having trouble sleeping. So she got up and grabbed her cigarettes she kept hidden from Don. She went out into the backyard to have a smoke. She hid behind a small shed in their yard and lit her cigarette and took a long drag.
She had promised Don she would quit smoking, but could not. She didn’t do it often, only when she was certain he wouldn’t find out. She sat and smoked and thought about her new life here. Then she heard a faint noise.
She peeked around the shed and heard the noise was coming from Jim and Donna’s house. At first, it sounded like someone was in pain, or they were having a fight. But as she got closer to the noise, it became apparent to her, that Jim and Donna were having sex. And having it quite loudly!
She slowly walked up to the window, intrigued at what she was hearing. As she got close, she heard Donna screaming in ecstasy over and over again. She was telling Jim how good it was and how she would do anything for him.
Toni was amazed. Jim was an overweight, bald, downright geeky looking man. Toni could not imagine him being that great in bed. But she had never heard a woman squeal and scream like Donna was. Donna sounded like she was having orgasm after orgasm and that they were pretty intense.
Toni listened for several minutes and then put out her cigarette and hid the butt. She went back inside still stunned by what she had heard. She kept thinking, was Jim some kind of sexual stud? She just could not picture it.
That weekend, Toni and Don attended a neighborhood barbeque and Toni had a miserable time. The women were really beginning to bug her. They were so subservient to their husbands. Their fat, ugly, bald husbands! She just didn’t get it!
The whole thing was really getting to her. Even Donna, who she initially liked, was getting on her nerves. Worse yet, her and Don had begun to argue. First about the new town and life here. Now he was being very mysterious about his work. Don was always very open with her, but now he was a closed book. She asked Donna and a few of the other wives about X Corporation and was always told to ask her husband.
She found herself staying more and more inside her home. She hated going out amongst these Stepford Wives. She searched and searched the Internet, but could find very little about the X Corporation. The whole thing was unnerving.
That weekend she decided to take matters into her own hands. They were invited to another one of those annoying neighborhood barbeques. While there, she would raise a bit of a stink about all this secrecy.
About an hour into the cookout, Toni approached a table of men, one of them being her husband Don. The men seemed to be talking about something secretive.
“What are you men talking about?” She asked.
They looked up at her in silence. Don looked at her with his “shut up and go away” look. But Toni would have none of it.
“Come on guys. What’s going on here? Why is everything you do such a big damn secret?” Asked Toni.
Don stood up and walked towards her. He had a look of anger in his face. Normally Toni would’ve backed down, but she’d had enough of this nonsense. But suddenly, Don’s face changed as he looked over her shoulder. Toni noticed and turned to see he was looking at a small older Oriental man slowly approaching. Behind him walked a very large black man. Don quickly stopped whatever he was about to say and let the men approach.
“Good afternoon Don.” Said the older man. “This must be your lovely wife. I am Dr. Xan. I am so happy to finally meet you.”
Dr. Xan extended his small hand and shook Toni’s hand lightly.
“You are more lovely than the picture on Don’s desk. You are indeed a lucky man Don.” Said Dr. Xan.
Toni mood changed and she smiled and said. “Nice to meet you too.”
“Was I breaking in on a conversation?” Asked Dr. Xan. “It appeared that you young people were discussing something important.”
Toni took this as an opportunity and said.
“I am so curious about your company, Dr. Xan. My husband has told me so little about what he does, and I would love to know more so I can be more supportive of him.”
“Such a good wife. Such a wonderful lady.” Said Dr. Xan. “You are truly blessed Don.”
Dr. Xan turned towards Toni and said.
“My dear. Would you like a tour of our factory? I would be honored to show it to you myself.”
Toni was taken aback. All this secrecy for two months, and now she was being offered a guided tour.
“Please allow me the pleasure of showing you the results of my years of work and research. Will you do me the honor dear?” Asked Dr. Xan.
“Of course.” Replied Toni, still stunned at the sudden change of events.
“I will send my man on Monday to pick you up. Is that fine with you dear?” Asked Xan.
“Of course. And thank you.” Replied Toni.
Xan turned to the large black man standing behind him and said.
“This is my servant Mantoo. He will call for you at 10:00 AM on Monday. Until then, my dear.”
Dr. Xan slowly walked away and began to talk to a group of the wives standing by the pool. The women quickly surrounded him, seeming to want to dote on him. Toni shook her head. It was almost like he was a movie star, the way those wives acted. She found the whole thing a bit confusing.
Don’s mood seemed to change after Dr. Xan appeared. He seemed like he was getting angry at her for asking questions of the men, now he seemed very happy. She asked him several times about what she would see on Monday, and Don always replied that Dr. Xan could explain it better than he ever could. Everything would be answered on Monday.
She found it all so mysterious.
Monday came and at 10:00AM. There was a knock on her door. When she opened it, there stood the gigantic Mantoo. He said nothing, but waved to the black limousine parked in the driveway. Toni grabbed her purse and got into the limo.
Mantoo drove her quietly to the office and parked. He opened her door and led her to an entrance on the side of the building. Waiting there was Dr. Xan. He was smiling and extended his hands as she approached.
“Welcome. Welcome to my business. I am so happy you could come.” Said the smiling Xan.
Xan led her though the door and then down a long hallway. Mantoo followed. Then they entered a large glass enclosure, like a greenhouse. It was full of large green leafy plants. It was hot and humid in there.
Xan turned toward Toni and said.
“All my life I study plants for their healing powers. Many of these are from China. But some come from other parts of the world. They have many many good chemicals, healing chemicals.”
Xan grabbed one leafy plant and said. “This one good for digestion.” He grabbed another and said. “This one help with pain.”
Xan slowly walked to the edge of the room, where some a small table with chairs was sitting. On the table were several bottles.
“Here you sit.” Said Xan as he held the chair as Toni sat in it.
Then he opened two of the bottles and handed one to Toni and said. “Here you drink this one. It good for health. It have many many good herbs in it.”
Xan drank from the bottle and smiled as Toni slowly drank from hers. The liquid was brown and had a slight sweet taste to it. It tasted quite good.
Xan smiled and drank more of his bottle and said. “You drink. This make you healthy. You drink.”
Toni drank the rest of the bottle as Xan smiled at her. He took two more bottles and opened them. They sat and talked while they drank the second bottle.
After they finished, Xan stood up and offered Toni his hand. She reached out and as she stood, she suddenly felt a little lightheaded.
Xan smiled and said. “It must be heat in here. Let’s go up to my office. I have more to show you.”
Toni felt a bit dizzy as she walked out the door and down to an elevator. Xan and Mantoo stood on either side of her, steadying her as the elevator rose. When the door opened, Toni found she has having trouble walking. When she tried to speak, her speech came out slurred. Her mind too was getting jumbled. She felt confused and was having trouble focusing on where she was and what she was doing.
Xan and Mantoo led Toni over to a couch and lay her on it. She closed her eyes briefly and felt like the room was spinning. She opened her eyes to see Xan walking towards the door with Mantoo, and then letting him leave, closing the door behind him. Xan then walked to his desk and sat behind it looking at papers.
Toni floated in and out of a state consciousness. She had no idea Xan had drugged her with the most popular item the X Corporation sold the world over. One that made women helpless to sexual desire. One that gave them immeasurable pleasure. One that made women capable of incredible orgasm after orgasm. And the very one the men who worked at the X Corporation held over their wives heads and made them behave the way they did.
Xan got up from his desk and walked over to Toni. He looked at her pupils and knew it was time. He slowly undressed looking at the helpless housewife. He loved having the wives for the first time on his magic drug. Even with his small endowment, they reacted in ways they had never done before with any man.
Toni looked at Xan as he undressed. Part of her wanted to laugh at the tiny Oriental man as he removed his clothes. His penis looked like a child’s. But there was something strange and arousing about it. Another part wanted of her wanted to get up and run. What was happening was wrong! She was married and was only to make love with her husband Don. But as she tried to sit up, she found she could not.
Xan reached and undid Toni’s slacks. She tried to struggle as he pulled them down, but her arms and legs were almost useless. She flailed lightly as he pulled them down. Next came her panties. Xan pulled her up into a sitting position and removed her blouse and bra. He laid her gently onto her back.
Toni smiled as she groggily looked at Xan’s now hard penis. It was three inches long and not very thick. She almost chuckled at the ridiculousness of what was going on. She wanted to get up and leave. She wanted to push him away and scream to stop what was happening, but she was helpless.
Xan kneeled next to the couch and began to suck on Toni’s nipples. Jolts of pleasure instantly shot through her body. She’d never felt anything like it before. She felt Xan’s hand slide down to her pussy and caress it. Another jolt of pleasure coursed though her body. It was incredible!
Xan sucked and licked Toni’s nipples while he played with her pussy. Toni began to moan and thrash about on the couch. All thoughts of leaving were now gone and all she could focus on was the intense pleasure she was feeling.
Toni felt it building after only being touched for thirty seconds. She was coming! And it was more intense than any other orgasm she’d ever felt.
“Oh! Oh! Oh!” Toni began to moan and scream as her first orgasm hit her. Her body shuddered and shook as wave after wave of pleasure crashed over her body. It seemed to last forever and as it subsided, her body shivered as it began to relax.
Then one minute later, another approached and hit her. This one bigger and more intense than the first. She screamed as her body shook and trembled as she came and came. This one lasted even longer. Whatever small part of consciousness Toni still had was amazed at what she was feeling. She’d never come twice in one day much less in two minutes, and never with this strength and intensity.
Xan now focused on rubbing the upper side of inside of Toni’s pussy, as he sucked on her nipples. Her reaction was immediate and intense. Her pussy began to ooze lubrication like it never had before. It felt to Toni as if she was urinating, but the feeling was unlike anything she’d ever felt.
Xan let go of Toni’s nipple with his mouth and looked at the sexually incapacitated housewife now writhing on his touch.
“I find your G-Spot. You like?” Asked Xan.
All Toni could do is moan and thrash on the couch. She was incapable of speech and was helpless in Dr. Xan’s hands. He had done it before to every wife in town. But he always loved watching it happen for the first time.
Xan massaged Toni’s G-Spot for another minute and watched as her eyes flew open wide and her whole body shook as she came again.
“Oh! Oh! Oh! Oh GOOOOOOOOOOOODDDDDDDDD!” Toni screamed as an orgasm even stronger than the last one swept over her. Her hands gripped the sides of the couch as she rolled her head from side to side, screaming as this immense orgasm ripped through her psyche.
Xan slowly pulled his fingers out of Toni and smiled as he watched her thrash on the couch. The tremors running through her body lasted another minute, until they slowly subsided. Xan knew he had to let her rest. He sat down in a chair and watched as her body slowly began to relax. He would give her 15 minutes to come down from the sexual high he had taken her to, before he would go on.
Toni laid on the couch a quivering mess of tingling nerve endings. Her consciousness was beginning to come back online and she began to come aware of what had just happened to her. In five minutes, this little oriental man had given her more sexual pleasure than she had experienced in her entire life.
Part of her felt immense shame. Here she was a happily married woman, lying naked on her bosses couch, still trembling from three mind-blowing orgasms. But another part was looking at the naked Xan and wanting him.
She looked at his small but very hard cock, and wanted it. She wanted it in her fucking her hard. She wanted to suck it, stroke it, and feel it blast cum into her oozing pussy. She wanted him to fuck her in every position she could think of.
Her mind was full of sexy images. Images that earlier today would have been considered filthy to her. Now they were making her pussy pulsate and ache for attention. She wanted Xan to fuck her and fuck her now!
How could she be thinking such thoughts?
What was to become of her?
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19,482 | X-Mas Wishes | ZTVFemdomtales | NonConsent/Reluctance | 2019-01-22 | 2019-12-25 | 2022-01-01 15:46:11 | 2 | literotica.com | https://www.literotica.com/s/x-mas-wishes-pt-01 | 1. Kinky boy meets pervy Elf girl at Santa's Village. 2. Part 2 of 2 It's like a kinky Christmas Carol. | ['Ballgag', 'Bondage', 'Christmas Elf', 'Femdom', 'Tease'] | 4.08 | "I bet you'd look pretty cute tied up."
"Oh yeah? Would you be the one doing the tying?"
"Who else?"
"Would it just be bondage?"
"Cheeky boy, I like that. Bondage is all you get tonight but maybe if you're a good boy we can do more later on this week."
"A bit presumptuous of you, isn't it?"
"How so?"
"I never even said I'd do it but you're already planning the week out."
"What can I say I'm a girl who gets what she wants."
"With a body like that I have no doubt."
"I could report you to your manager for sexual harassment."
"If you do that, I definitely won't come home with you."
"So, you are going to do it?"
"See you here at five."
"It's a date."
"Robby."
"Celeste."
As she sauntered away she made sure to give me a good view of her beautiful ass. This was the first girl I had ever met who could make a Christmas elf costume look sexy. I first noticed her just a week earlier when I started my new job at Santa's village. With rent coming due and my funds low I was happy to get any job I could, even if it was shelling hot cocoa to tourists. We were set up right across from Santa. That's where I saw Celeste.
As I said before she was an elf. It was her job to help the kids up onto Santa's lap, keep the line in order, that sort of thing. She wasn't very big, she was an elf after all, maybe 5'7" at the most. Her skin was smooth and kissed by the California sun. her face was sharp, angular but elegant. Her eyes were intense. This girl was a freak and proud of it. She wore a traditional slick green elf's costume that, this being LA and all, had a window to give a peek at her C-Cups and was short enough to showcase her luscious legs. We locked eyes as I walked to the stand. She licked her lips.
We made flirty glances at each other for the rest of the week. This was the first time we had spoken to each other out right. Now here we were walking into her living room hours later.
"Strip, Cutie, nothing but undies."
I didn't have to be asked twice. She tied my feet together and my hands as well, behind my back. She sat in a chair near the tree.
"Kneel in front of me and let's begin."
"Dude, tell me everything."
"A gentlemen never tells about his dealings with a lady."
"A: you're not a gentleman and B: she's no fucking lady."
No, she most certainly was not. Arriving to work the next morning I found my co-workers had seen me leave with Celeste. Tyrone in particular found it fascinating it seemed.
"How was she?"
I ignored his juvenile question. Instead I focused on handing a nun her change. I was grateful for the cooler weather. The long sleeves hid the impressions the ropes left in my skin. My socks did the same for those on my feet. My legs were still sore from crawling around and being kept bent over for so long. I was going back tonight for more.
That time soon arrived, and I found Celeste waiting for me outside the stall door.
"Ready?" she asked, smiling knowingly.
"Dying," I teased.
I could feel Tyrone's eyes burning a hole into the back of my head. I guess she saw him too. The next thing I knew she grabbed my head and pulled me in for the longest, most powerful kiss of my life.
"Wow," was all I could manage to say after.
"Think that's good?" she whispered throatily, "Wait till I get you in bed in a few days."
That left me with mixed feelings. I wanted her now, I needed her. I was also disappointed I had to wait. Though the look on Tyrone's face almost made up for it, almost.
It was almost as if last night had never ended. Here I was on my knees, feet and hands bound, in front of Celeste in her chair by the tree. There was one thing new this night, however. She held up a bright red ballgag with thick black straps on either side.
"You don't talk that much," I teased, "that might be a bit much."
"But I look so cute in it."
She bit down on the front of the ball, the part that would normally poke out of the wearer's mouth. If you could call any of this normal. She shook her head like a puppy with a bone.
"Greedy girl, why don't you share?"
She bent forward as if kissing pressed her gagged mouth into my open one. I bit down on the other side. She hooked the bands around my head, locking it into place. She then let go and pulled back.
"It's playtime."
"You're late, again."
"Sorry, Mr. Hobb. I got a late start this morning."
"You've had five 'late mornings' since you started working here."
"I'm working on it, I swear."
"You have twenty-four hours."
"Sir?"
"If you are late one more day you're fired."
"Yes sir."
I couldn't tell him the truth. I left at my normal time this morning, but I forgot to take one thing into account. I wasn't leaving from my apartment, I was leaving from Celeste's. She lived a good thirty minutes away from my apartment, which was ten minutes from the Village. I had not intended to spend the night. I was just so tired that a moment of rest in-between sessions turned into a night's sleep. Celeste had said I was so cute she couldn't bring herself to wake me. She also couldn't bring herself to untie me either as it turned out.
She came collect me at the end of the day once more.
"Ready for more?" she teased.
"Celeste, I need you to promise me something."
"Sure."
"Promise to make sure I get home before it gets too late. I can't be late again like I was this morning. I'll lose this job if I am."
"I promise."
She took my hand and lead me to her car.
"You know," she said on the way there, "if you had a sugar momma this sort of thing wouldn't happen."
"Yeah, wouldn't that be nice?"
To a more emotionally healthy person the thought they would become used to being tied up in the underwear in the home of the woman they'd met only a week earlier would be considered insane. We were barely through the door and I was already stripped and kneeling, waiting for the ropes and gag. Guess I'm insane.
"I've wanted to say something to you since we left the Village," she told me as she sat down, having finished her binds.
I gave her an inquisitive look.
"You got some cocoa on your chin. No, don't worry. I'll get it."
What she did next surprised me. She bent forward and licked my chin. I had no idea how to respond. No one had ever done that to me before. She hadn't done that before. Sure there had been plenty of flirting but so far this had not been all that sexual.
Sure he was barely dressed and she was basically wearing a fan service costume. This was more about power. Celeste clearly enjoyed having power over someone else. For my part I found it freeing to hand complete control to someone else. We had just been enjoying each other's company and this strange new dynamic. This was something new. This was something more. I had an idea where this was going and I got hard at the thought.
"You taste sweet," Celeste told me.
I would have responded but the ball gag was still firmly in place. All I could do was look her in the eyes. Eyes that unnerved me a little to be honest. No one had ever looked at me with such ... lust before. I held my breath waiting to see what would happen next. As it turned out nothing happened. She just leaned back in her seat acting as if though the last few seconds hadn't passed.
Her foot over took my field of view. Almost on instinct now I pressed my nose between her toes. This was how we spent the first night. Her feet had run over inch of my unclothed body by this point. She loved to pinch my nose with her toes and torment me a little. I loved it when she did it. That first night I spent hours taking her toes into my mouth and sucking on them. I licked between her toes and cleaned her heels with my tongue. It made her happy and that made me happy.
The second night she added two new features to our game. The first was the gag. The second was the spanking. Just like the night before I now found myself laying face down on her lap. My hips were rubbing against hers when the hand came down. Whack! Whack! Whack! She never did it hard enough to hurt, just to make me jump. I should have probably talked to someone about why this turned me on so much before this but ... too late now, I guess.
As I took my place in front of her again she placed her foot on my chest. She then did something she'd never done before. She began to gently rub it in a circle over my exposed skin. The sensations sent a shiver of desire down my spine. Then her toes found my nipple. They gave it a playful squeeze. I almost came right then and there. Her other foot found its way to my underwear covered dick. Slowly, painfully slow in fact, she stroked it.
I moaned into my gag. My boner was now at a painful, throbbing size. I was only moments away from messing the front of my boxers. She stopped.
"Getting late, better get home so you don't get into trouble. Though I think tomorrow we need to stop being so coy and just fuck. I think we're both more than ready. Don't you think?"
Sleep had never eluded me like it did that night. I could still feel her tongue on my chin, her foot on my dick, her toes on my nipples.
A thirty-minute drive to work seemed to take all morning.
It was a slow day. Oh god was it a long, slow day. Too few customers came to take my mind off the evil little elf across from us. Every chance she got she flashed me legs, ass, boobs, whatever she could. Each time she would laugh and blow me a little kiss. God, I hated her and wanted to be fucked by her right there on Santa's chair.
By the time lunch finally rolled around I ran into the bathroom to ... relieve my tension. I had just managed to get my underwear down when someone else came in. Damnit! I took a deep breath and waited. Hold on, were those heels? Celeste ducked under the stall door joining me in the small space. Without a word she pulled my pants back up and zipped them again.
"Save it for tonight big boy. From this moment on I'm the only one who gets to touch the little man, got it?"
In retrospect I should have questioned any of this. At the time though, all I could do was nod dumbly.
"I will leave you with a parting gift."
What followed was a kiss that sapped what little strength was left in my knees.
"Not bad, but I prefer it with the gag in."
She then turned and left, once again like nothing had happened.
The next four hours were what the good men who wrote the Geneva Conventions classified as 'torture'. When they came to an end we didn't say a word to one another. We almost ran to her car. It took all Celeste's will power, I believe, not to get a speeding ticket. Soon enough, however, we were back at her place. I was soon back into my undies and my bindings. I opened wide and took in my gag. Funny, it had only been a few days, but these things were now mine in my mind.
She took her seat. I gave her a quizzical look. She placed her legs around my neck.
"I changed my mind last night. We're having sex tomorrow night."
I growled at her.
"It needs a little more build up. I think 24 hours straight of bondage and teasing should do the trick."
24 hours?! I grunted and shouted at her through her gag.
"Oh I know if you're late again, or don't come in, you'll be fired. That's the idea. No job means I never have to let you leave here."
TO BE CONTINUED ...
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19,483 | The X-Ray Molester | Corrupter | NonConsent/Reluctance | 2008-02-25 | 2008-02-25 | 2022-01-01 14:48:10 | 1 | literotica.com | https://www.literotica.com/s/the-x-ray-molester | Young nurse gets molested while trying to take an x-ray. | ['Nurse', 'Old', 'Shaved', 'Young'] | 4.03 | It was useful having a long echoing corridor leading to the radiology department in the hospital where she worked, she could hear people approaching long before the door opened, giving her plenty of time to hide her book of erotic stories, remove her fingers from her usually very wet pussy, press her navy blue knee length skirt back into place and make sure her white overcoat was covering her thick hard nipples that could be seen poking thru her white blouse.
The sound of raised voices got nearer until the double doors were flung open to reveal 2 policemen barely holding onto a thickset older guy in his late fifties or early sixties, struggling to break free while at the same time cradling his right arm, if both arms were in use there was no way the 2 smaller policemen could have restrained him.
His struggles were accompanied by plenty of swearing at the cops until he noticed the pretty, dark haired young radiology nurse staring wide eyed at him, then she became the centre of his attention, even lunging in her direction, over his loud tirade the police tried to explain to her that he needed his arm x-rayed.
The nurse gave way as the cops forced the older guy onto the x-ray table and found straps to tie him down as best they could; his arms were free but with one hand cradling the other arm that was the only part of him not struggling.
The nurse began to busy herself with the equipment while the policemen edged away, not wanting to get any doses of radiation, even feeling uneasy being in the same room with radioactive material, they waited by the door so they could just see the nurse above some of the equipment and the older guys legs, so they could make sure he stayed put.
The young nurse was leaning away from the restrained guy when she felt a hand on her bare calf and in between his rants for the benefit of the police, he whispered, so only she could hear, that if she said anything, he would rip her leg off, with his huge strong hand grasping her soft skinned leg, she believed him, the small surprised gasp that she did give out went unnoticed by the police standing by the doors.
His hand starting climbing her leg, he knew he had her, he put pressure on the side of her knee, making her part her long legs so his hard calloused hand could move up under her skirt, she went rigid as his hand slowly climbed, the police noticed her inactivity and asked if she was ok, she tried to keep a steady voice as she replied she was checking some readings and had to take time to ensure they were correct, the old guy whispered to her that she was a good little bitch as his hand slowly approached her pussy.
She bit her lip as she felt his hand cover her bare pussy, she could also see the curious policemen's eyes watching her face, she wished she had worn underwear for some protection from his invading fingers, but she only occasionally wore thongs, but not today, the old guy whispered about what a dirty slut she was, not wearing panties, once his fingers worked their way between her smooth shaved pussy lips and found her still very wet inside from her earlier playing, he called her a filthy cunt and that she wanted it and to open her legs even wider.
She became desperate inside, looking to see if she could hide her face somehow, not wanting the police to watch her as the old guy started to work his fingers inside her wet pussy, she really believed that he could hurt her badly before the cops caught on and came around the x-ray equipment to help her, so she just stood there, legs apart as far as her skirt would allow while she had an audience of 2 guys watching her face, unaware of what was happening under her uniform.
The old guy was really getting into working her pussy, his obviously un- injured arm was up under her skirt, moving back and forth, his long thick fingers pushing up into her tight wet hole, then back out to find and rub the clit, almost as if wanting her to gasp or say something. He carried on giving abuse to the police, but whispering in between to her, calling her names.
He didn't know why the pussy was so wet but he took advantage of it, working it really hard so that she had to use both her hands to grasp a tabletop so as not to fall over, he knew she was getting near to having an orgasm.
She was nearing orgasm and there was nothing she could do about it, she had worked herself up so much reading her book and playing with her pussy earlier that it wasn't going to take much to push her over the edge, she was shocked to hear the old guys fingers making wet noises inside her pussy, once he heard too, he did even more to make them heard, she had to say something to the two policemen to cover the sound, she told them that it was going to take awhile to get the reading correct and x-ray the arm and that they could take a coffee break, she hoped her voice sounded normal, the cops said as long as she was ok, they would be back in 5 minutes.
She only just lasted until the doors closed behind them, she started to have a huge orgasm, it went on and on, the old guy was forcing 2 thick fingers deep inside her, once her orgasm started to die down, he withdrew his fingers and rubbed hard on her swollen clit, making her cum again, forcing a finger in her ass for good measure just before pulling his soaked hand out from under her skirt.
She couldn't move, not until his hand reached up to grasp her shoulder length hair and pull her back, twisting her around; he pulled her towards his crotch area, telling her that as they only had a few minutes she had better get busy.
She knew what he meant and unzipped him with shaky hands, reaching inside to lift out his cock, it already looked huge and still wasn't fully hard, once his cock was out he pushed her head down, she had no option other than to open her mouth around his thick cock head, with the feel of her hot mouth and tongue on his cock, he soon began to grow, once he was hard enough, he began pushing her head down onto his cock, calling her a good little cock sucker as he did, every time she tried to pull back up, he pushed her back down, becoming more forceful as his excitement grew.
She was gagging and gasping for air, but this just made him force her down harder on his huge cock, he could still push his hips up some, even being restrained, with every thrust of his hips his cock hit the back of her throat, making her choke so that her saliva started to drip out of her stretched mouth and down his cock.
With his long thick cock pushing into her throat and his huge hand on the back of her head, it took her a few moments to realise that voices were coming back down the corridor, she became desperate for a moment but knew there was only one way to not get caught, she started sucking on the cock filling her mouth, moving her tongue over it as best she could, her hand working it up and down, hardly going around half the engorged cock, but with her hand, mouth and tongue working on his cock, she heard his swearing abuse at her begin to turn into groans of pleasure, her change from being unwilling to enthusiastic must have taken him unaware as it wasn't long before his cock head swelled up inside her mouth, forcing her mouth apart so much that her jaws ached, his cum shooting out in huge amounts, filling her mouth, she had no choice other than to swallow, she pulled away as soon as she could, hearing the voices get louder.
The old guy was happy to let her push his cock back in and zip him up, he had what he wanted, so was content for now, just telling her that she was the best cocksucker her had ever had.
She pulled as many tissues as she could out of the dispenser and wiped her face, hoping she had wiped all his cum and her saliva off her face, she threw the tissues away just as the doors opened and the two policemen entered.
She told them that there was nothing wrong with his arm and that he was making it up, the police responded with curses and told the old guy that a night in the cells was what he could expect for wasting their time, they un-strapped him and dragged him away, leaving the stunned young nurse behind, realisation of what had just happened hitting her with the thought that she could have been hurt bad, other than just the occasional cuff around her head she had got to encourage her to suck his cock harder.
Later, back in the police cell, the old guy was rubbing his huge cock, still able to smell pussy on his hand, thinking that he had been lucky in this town, finding such a hot young pussy in the x-ray department, she could really suck well, not that he was complaining about the usual older nurses he found when doing his injured arm act in other hospitals, their pussies felt just as good, but he marked this one down for another visit in a month or two, maybe he would get time to fuck that tight wet pussy next time, definitely a thought to make him smile as he cum again. |
19,484 | Xander | serenepeaceplus | NonConsent/Reluctance | 2017-01-14 | 2017-04-08 | 2022-01-01 15:46:13 | 3 | literotica.com | https://www.literotica.com/s/xander-pt-01 | 1. Mate helping out his friend. 2. More help needed by my friend. 3. Further adventures of Xander. | ['Caning', 'Female Submissive'] | 4.22 | What Friends are for.
"There you go; one pint of Best in a handle as always. Cheers."
"Thanks Xander. Cheers mate." As Xander regained his seat in the window, he took a long draught and placed his glass on the round table in front of him. Looking across at his friend of many years, he asked,
"Jacob, my dear friend, I sense you are not yourself this evening. Anything you want to share with me?" There was a brief leaden pause. Then without looking up from the glass which he held between his palms, Jacob asked,
"Xander, how long have we known each other?" Somewhat surprised by the remark, Xander said in a questioning voice,
"Like, for ever. School, university, shared digs, on occasions shared girlfriends, each's best man; what are you asking?"
"Well you're right, I do have something on my mind, and you are the only person in the world, that a. I can share it with, and b. who could help me with a solution."
"Anything. Go for it. Tell me." Jacob looked up and across at his dear friend Xander.
"Anything? You mean it? You won't be shocked or judgemental or get up and walk away?"
"Jacob, for God's sake, stop pissing about and tell me. What is it. I promise not to overreact, whatever it is." There was another long pause, as Jacob gathered his thoughts and his courage.
"Okay. Well it's about Martha. I don't know whether you've noticed, but she is getting more and more bossy and demanding. I feel I'm becoming more of a slave than a husband. I'm expected to do more and more, for less and less."
"Less and less? What do you mean?" There was another pause, while Jacob gazed into his glass again, seeking courage and inspiration.
"It's about sex really. It's now all on her terms; only when she wants it. It used to be great, now obviously I don't turn her on anymore. Oh I'm sure it's half my fault. I've always given in to her, because I wanted her to be happy. I've never made demands on her in any way. I just feel we are drifting apart; our marriage is crumbling."
"Have you tried talking to Martha about your worries?"
"I can't. I want to, but I feel more and more out of control, and humiliated."
"Do you think there's someone else? Has she good a lover, male or female?"
"If she has, it's virtual; she never goes out."
"Do you go out together?"
"Hardly at all. Whenever I suggest a meal or a visit to the cinema, or a concert, she always has an excuse. So I've almost given up making suggestions." He paused looking forlornly into his now nearly empty glass. "What am I going to do Xander? I love the woman, and I don't want to lose her. I want to get back to how it was. Help me, please." Xander got up and gathered the glasses, smiling.
"Panic not, dear friend. Another pint, and I'll tell you what I think." It was his turn to consider, how far would Jacob be prepared to go, and how far could their friendship be stretched. But Jacob had taken the risk with him, he should do the same. When he had paid Gloria, he went back to the table, to be assailed by,
"And there's another thing. I've found myself, getting more and more resentful of the way Martha is treating me, and I feel I want to humiliate her, dominate her, punisher her. The trouble is, I can't do it, I've left it to long and too late, she'd only laugh at me. But you could Xander. What do you say? Help me." This was all too good to be true, Xander thought.
"Calm yourself Jacob. Of course I can help you. But what I have to suggest will test our friendship to the limit."
"Anything. Go for it. What do you have in mind? Anything"
"Okay then. What would you say if I asked you, would you mind if I fucked Martha in front of you? Nothing underhand. I wouldn't do anything with her behind your back, I promise?" Jacob wasn't fazed by the question, in fact he seemed to be very interested in the concept."
"Well yes, if it's part of your plan," he responded.
"Okay. Fine. This is what you do. When you get back, tell Martha that you're concerned about me. I seem to be a bit down. Suggest to her that you invite me to one of those candle-lit dinners we used to have before Sally died. Then leave it up to me."
It always used to be just the four of them. Xander and Sally, Jacob and Martha. But since Sally had been killed in the car accident some four years ago, Xander had retreated into himself, shunning friends and social occasions. It was just Jacob and Xander now. But time is the great healer, and Xander found he could now talk about her without wallowing in self-pity and longing. He was ready for the challenge that Jacob had set him.
Xander took a taxi, partly because he knew they would drink too much, and partly because if all went according to plan, he would be spending the night there. It was Martha who opened the door to the insistent sound of the bell.
"Hello Xander. It's been a long time. How are you?" she purred seductively. Xander proffered the large bunch of roses, and the bottle of wine, and took her by her broad shoulders, kissing her perfunctorily on both cheeks. She was wearing a full-length pale flowered satin gown, gathered under her ample bosom, her white, rounded chest, accentuating the long darker cleavage, promising ripe, over-sized breasts. The gathered straps displaying her fleshy bare arms.
"Come in Xander. Please make yourself at home. Jacob'll be with us shortly. He's busy in the kitchen just now. He'll get the drinks when he's ready. Sit yourself down." She was flirting in a rather unsubtle manner, sitting opposite Xander, allowing the split side of her gown to fall away revealing a chubby stockinged leg, up to a similarly ample, dimpled thigh; was that a hint of suspender? She surreptitiously pulled down the top of her gown, and leaned forward. Tell me how you are." Xander deliberately allowed his gaze to dwell, probably longer that etiquette allowed, on the now obvious suspender and the magnificent swell of her breasts. Martha smiled, he was taking the bait, she thought.
"Jacob tells me you're a bit down, so I thought I'd invite you for one of the dinners we all used to enjoy. I know it won't be the same without Sally, but I thought we'd try." Xander smiled inwardly, whilst maintaining his dour exterior. She was so blatant, making the invitation out to be her idea, when it had been his, delivered by Jacob. She was falling for it.
Jacob had been hovering in the hallway listening, and entered the lounge as if on a pre-arrange signal. Xander stood up. Jacob advanced saying,
"Here mate, give us a man-hug. How are you?" The two friends embraced meaningfully. "What can I get you both to drink? Martha?"
"A gin and tonic. And don't drown the gin. Lemon and one lump of ice. And don't forget the nibbles."
"Xander?"
"Have you a bottle of red open? That would be lovely, thank you."
"No problem. One G&T, one glass of red, and the nibbles," and off he dutifully toddled, back to the kitchen.
"So tell me what you're up to Xander. Is there anyone special in your life? I know Sally would be impossible to replace, but you need to move on, everyone does, everyone needs someone. I feel guilty that I haven't been there for you, as I should have been. But I'm here for you now, for anything you want." She had rather too obviously emphasised the 'anything'; another indication of how much easier it was going to be, putting his plan into action. Xander attempted a small fake smile,
"Thank you Martha, you're a dear. I shall remember that," he said with equal knowing emphasis. "No, there's no-one else. Jacob has been my rock and I'm very grateful, he deserves the best. He is a truly solid guy. The best friend anyone could have. He'd share anything and everything with me, I know. Anyway, what about you. You look particularly lovely this evening." He'd always had a fascination with Martha. He admired her fecund fullness; her childish smile, her auburn hair resting on her broad shoulders, her big fleshy breasts, her tucked-in waist, emphasising her broad hips and her big round pouting buttocks; the complete opposite of his beloved Sally. But he was strangely attracted to her. He'd tried to sum her up ... buxom, generous, rounded, cuddly ... Jacob returned carrying a tray which he set down on the coffee table in the middle of the carpet.
"G and T for you my love. Red for you Xander. G and T for me. Cheers," he offered when they all had their glasses, "Here's to us, and a convivial intimate evening; Not quite like old times, but let's see what we make of it. Cheers."
"Cheers," the other two chorused, and took their glasses to their lips.
"Dinner won't be long. I've kept it simple. I didn't want to spend the evening in the kitchen missing the conversation. So no starter, chicken risotto with a green side salad, followed by an individual Eton Mess. Then coffee and liqueurs to suit your taste. Okay?" Jacob looked for approval from both of them. Martha ignored him, her eyes on Xander's handsome features.
"Sounds brilliant Jacob. Can't wait," Responded Xander with genuine anticipation.
"Pass the nibbles to Xander, and then sit down," Martha barked quietly. "Xander, forgive me if you think I'm prying, but how come a very attractive man like you, still hasn't got a girl-friend? I would have thought they would have been falling over themselves to be bedded by you."
"Well, it's just that Sally and I had such a rich and exciting love life, that she would be hard to replace."
"But what do you do for relief?" Xander looked across at Jacob, to gauge his reaction to the direction the conversation was taking; being steered by Martha, but to be encouraged by Xander. Jacob was looking intensely at his friend, he too was eager to know how it would develop. "Jacob, the buzzer on the cooker." Jacob got up rather disappointedly, and went into the kitchen again.
Xander looked at Martha quizzically, and answered her question with a question,
"What do you think I do Martha?"
"It's ready." Jacob called, "Get yourselves to table and I'll bring it in. Okay if I dish it up in here?" When Xander and Martha were seated opposite each other, the dishes were brought in on a tray and set before them. The salad bowl was placed in the middle of the table.
"There, I hope you like it. Help yourselves to salad, don't wait on ceremony, just tuck in."
"The parmesan Jacob."
"Of course dear."
"And the wine." Xander found the cold exchange painful and embarrassing, but at this stage he had to play along. They were all enjoying their meal in brief silence, which was finally broken by Martha, who asked,
"Well Xander, you were going to tell us what you do for relief."
"And I asked you, what you thought I did. So ..."
"Oh Xander, do you want me to spell it out?"
"Well you wanted me to spell it out to you. You first."
"Well I imagine you look at porn online and wank yourself. Yes?"
"Almost right Martha. I look at porn, yes, but not on line."
"Videos?"
"Yes, but videos of Sally and me." Martha emptied her glass,
"Jacob, more wine." The glasses were refilled.
"What, you mean you filmed yourselves having sex? How exciting. What sort of things did you get up to?" Martha had put down her cutlery and was leaning on her elbows, gazing intently across the table at Xander, Jacob was totally excluded from her mind and vision. She seemed to be quietly squirming in her seat. "Can I see them?"
"Absolutely not," was his reply, "They are private and cherished, and sacred to Sally and me. You can't see them, but I could describe them, or act them out with you if you prefer."
"What was the thing you and Sally liked doing most?" she asked almost drooling in anticipation. Jacob too was turned on, and Xander was now entering into the next phase of his plan. He was going to tantalise them, milk it, draw it out.
"That was absolutely delicious Jacob. Thank you. I didn't know you were such a good cook. In digs, it was always something out of a tin, or scrambled eggs. But even so, it was you who opened the tins and scrambled the eggs. Well done. Could we have a glass of water please?"
"And open another bottle Jacob before you clear away." As Jacob busied himself with the requests, Martha put her arm across the table, and took Xander's hand. "Are you feeling a bit more relaxed now Xander? Remember what I said, if there is anything I can do for you, you only have to ask," she said, smiling suggestively. Xander thanked her in a bland seemingly non-understanding way.
"That's so kind Martha. I shall always remember it. I'm sure there will be something you can help me with, or do for me."
"Anything. You only have to ask. Don't be shy." So the scene was set. Jacob brought in another bottle, and filled their glasses; a jug of water and three tumblers. The dishes of desert were set in front of them.
"I say this looks delicious Jacob. Another culinary delight," praised Xander.
"I hope you enjoy it," responded Jacob.
"So, what did you video Xander, I'm dying to know?" Martha drooled. Xander took his time as he spooned the sweet white and red goo into his mouth.
"Well, we didn't video our making love, that was sacrosanct, private and meaningful. We only videod our occasional special sex sessions, which we called S&D."
"You mean S&M?" prompted Martha.
"No. S&D. It stood for submission and domination."
"Okay, so what did that involve?"
"We took it in turns. Each session was orchestrated by one of us and the other had to go along with it. But there were strictly understood and observed rules."
"Like what?" Martha asked, her desire rising, and her knickers dampening. Xander recognised the affect he was creating, and this pleased him.
"Absolute obedience and compliance. No comments, questions, complaints or dissentions were allowed. Any misdemeanours were punished." Xander paused and looked from Martha to Jacob. There was a pregnant pause as they both hung on his words and waited for more. "That's it." He drank his water and took another mouthful of wine. "Come on drink up, and tell me what you think." The others similarly quaffed their water and sipped their wine.
"I think it sounds wonderful. How did you video your sessions?" asked Jacob.
"Just set the camera on the tripod, linked to the TV and pressed go. We could watch what we were doing and make sure we stayed in frame of got closer or further away; whatever we wanted. Simple. And what about you Martha? Are you up for it?"
"Rather," she answered enthusiastically, "When do we start? Who's going first?"
"Jacob?" asked Xander.
"I'm game if Martha is. Tell us what we have to do."
"Coffee first, black, no sugar please, and tell us what you have to go with it."
When Jacob had cleared away and furnished them with coffee and their choice of tipple, they relaxed in easy chairs, sipping contently and expectantly. The fine meal and copious alcohol was having the uninhibitingly desired effect. Xander put his empty glass down and looked at his hosts.
"Now. I want you both to understand, this is a game. However, it is a serious game. I've explained the rules to you, and they must be stringently adhered to, otherwise punishment will be applied. Do you understand?" they both nodded and concurred.
"And do you accept the rules?" again they signalled their acceptance.
"Right. There is no camera this time. But if we agree that this is something we want to repeat, and we agree, then we will film the next session, and watch it together later, and see what happens. Okay?"
"Okay." They chorused enthusiastically.
"Then, the game starts ... NOW. I am in charge.
"Martha, collect up the cups and glasses, and move the coffee table out of the way." Without a murmur, Martha did as she was told. She put the things on the tray, and carried it out to the kitchen. When she returned, she picked up the little table and placed it in front of the bookcase, and was about to regain her seat.
"No Martha. You will stand there in front of me. I have something to say." His manner had changed. He was now strangely aggressive. "Ever since I arrived, you have been blatantly provocative, displaying your bosom and your thighs, making sure I could see that you were wearing a suspender belt. If you were trying to seduce me, it was very common and unappealing. You now have the change to do it properly. You will strip naked in front of me, in the most exotic manner of which you are capable. Take your time. Get it right. Jacob, put on some smooch music."
Jacob sporting a very obvious erection, got up and found a CD of 'The Last Waltz', and set it playing. Martha swayed gently to the music, her arms around herself as if in a lover's embrace. Her eyes were closed, her head rolling as she ran her outspread hands over the swells and contours of her body, lingering over her breasts and between her legs. She quietly hummed the tune as she pushed first one strap, and then the other, baring her shoulders, as they fell down her upper arms. She turned in her dance, so that she was facing Jacob, with her back to Xander. Her hands went slowly round to her back, and found the zipper of her gown. Equally slowly and sensuously, she drew down the zip to the base of her spine and let the material slither down to a heap around her ankles, swaying all the while to the music. Again she turned slowly to face her master, still gently and sensuously stroking her body. Xander thought she was even more rounded and comely in her matching flesh-tone, lacy bra and big pants. Her bra was probably, deliberately, a cup size too small, so that she was pinched at the back and sides, but her big ballooning breasts were suggestively and erotically, tumbling over the top. Her stockings as he knew, were clipped into her suspender belt, the stockings biting into the bulging dimpled flesh of her great meaty thighs.
Then again she turned her back on Xander and reached round for the clips on her bra. Slowly and excitingly cupping her full breasts under her arms. As she turned again, she let the bra drop and lifted her heavy teats in her hands. She opened her eyes and smiled at Xander as she handled, massaged, squeezed and milked her prizes. She knew he was turned on. She bent forward releasing their weigh, letting them hang like huge distended udders waiting to be milked. Still leaning towards Xander, she swayed them from side to side, letting them crash together with a dull thud. Then she took one in both hands and squeezed it, creating a massive ball of swollen milk-white flesh decorated with fine blue veins. The nipple was flat and the areola the size of a small pink saucer. Xander was watching intently, and he could see that Jacob was excited. Martha still bending forward, manipulated the other distention in a similar fashion, before standing up straight again, letting her pendulous boobs hang down almost to her rounded belly.
Still staring straight at her commander, she hooked her thumbs into the sides of her big knickers and slowly pulled them down, wriggling as she did so, her tits swinging on her chest and her bottom cheeks slowly bouncing as they were exposed for his appreciation. Her belly and fleshy, pouting lips were clean shaven, shiny and glistening. Finally, she slowly and deliberately placed a stocking foot on the chair beside him and unclipped the suspender, and the stocking was slowly rolled down her meaty thighs and calves, to her slimmer ankle, and then drawn off in a long deliberate flourish. She replaced the foot with the other and slowly repeated the exercise. Xander fancied he caught a whiff of her arousement, heavy and musky and exciting. The belt was quickly unclipped and discarded.
Martha who was enjoying her role as the erotic dancer, ran her hands suggestively over her body; her heavy hanging breasts, her rounded belly, her thighs, which she parted a little, showing off her well lubricated lips, her luscious big buttocks which she pulled apart as she bent over, revealing her wet swellings from a new angle, and her delicious, pink, puckered, fleshy back-hole. Xander wondered if it had ever been used erotically. He determined to find out, and put it to his use.
The music stopped. Martha stopped. She stood expectantly in front of this man awaiting his next order. She knew he was interested, but she was disappointed when he made no comment. Instead he stood up and said,
"Now stand still, and don't say a word. Just listen carefully to what Ihave to say. Ever since I arrived, not only have you been blatantly, obviously trying to seduce me, but your attitude to, and treatment of, my dear friend Jacob, has been rude, off-hand, disrespectful, unfeeling and uncaring, not to mention the fact that it has been grossly embarrassing for me as your guest. Your behaviour to the man who loves you, and who would do anything for you, is outrageous and unacceptable. For that you are to be reprimanded. Then you will apologise, make amends, and promise your husband that you will behave more lovingly and appropriately in future. Now bend over, spread your legs wide, and see if you can touch your toes."
Martha meekly did as she had been bidden. Her back was still turned to her husband, so that as she spread her legs and leaned forward, he could gaze longingly at her now dripping cunt and her invitingly stretched arse-hole. Without warning, Xander landed a heavy slap on her right cheek.
"Ouch" she screeched, "That hurt."
"No talking. You know the rules. Infringements mean a further blow." And he landed another on her left cheek. Martha flinched and gasped, but managed to keep silent. Another slap was aimed at the first target and one on the other. The globes were beginning to pinken under his initial ministrations. Jacob was fidgeting at the sight an Xander recognised his discomfiture. Between increasingly heavy wallops on his wife's bottom, Xander gesticulated to him that he should take over the punishment, which he did with an eager willingness. He couldn't believe this was being offered to him. He positioned himself so that Martha wouldn't recognise the change of angle, and raising his arm he slapped her as hard as he possibly could on each reddening cheek. Martha was so chastened, that she feared to cry out, but she was silently crying, both from the pain and from the self-knowledge, that she was indeed treating her husband in a manner which was actually alien to her, but she couldn't help herself, he wouldn't stand up for himself, and she truly wanted to make amends.
Still the blows landed. Despite herself, she was actually waiting for, and wising for, the next blow. She didn't know how she could stand it, but she was actually beginning to enjoy it. Xander had removed his belt and holding the buckle in his hand, silently waved Jacob away, and lashed the crimson bottom with the leather. She couldn't help herself, but screamed as a second stripe landed across the tops of her thighs, and she involuntary straightened up slightly. Xander let fly a final lash, using all the force he could muster. Then sitting back down in his chair, flexing the strap between his hands, he said menacingly,
"Have you learned your lesson young woman? Are you sorry for your shortcomings towards your husband? Do you accept that you have wrongly treating him? Are you ready to apologise to him? Are you ready to show him how much you are contrite? Tell me."
"Oh yes. I am sorry. I do love him, and I will apologise to him, and promise to be a good and obedient wife in future."
"Then tell him, not me. Tell him and show him. But first I'll take pictures of your beautifully angry red bottom," and he took out his iPhone. "Bend over. Spread your legs again. Reach round and pull your crimson cheeks apart. Let's see your beautiful juicy arse-hole. You want to see how you look to us, don't you? Good, that's enough for now. Go to Jacob, tell him and show him, that you mean what you told me. Remember, the rules still apply; do as you're told or else."
Martha stood up and went to Jacob. She knelt down between his spread legs and gently took his face in her hands, and kissed him gently on each cheek, and then his lips, sensuously, meaningfully, deeply, using her exploratory tongue. Jacob responded gratefully. He had his wife and lover back. As Martha massaged his pronounced bulge, Jacob handled the pendulous boobs he knew so well, welcoming the smothering, motherly, full softness, as he thumbed the appreciative nipples. His belt was unbuckled, and his zip was drawn down. Martha inserted her hand in the band of his underpants and found his stiff pulsing rod. She looked up at her man with a soft smile, and wriggling her kneeling position further back, she kissed its tip, tonguing the leaking eye, licking round the glans, and down to his ball sack which she was holding gently in her hand. She sucked each ball in between her lips; something Jacob loved. Then still rolling his nuts, she took the head of his cock between her lips, into her mouth and down her throat, until the whole length was buried in her.
Xander was glorying in the knowledge that at least the first part of his plan had worked - the part Jacob had commissioned him to undertake, to reunite the couple. But he had other plans.
He knelt by Martha's side, and smoothed his hand over the now darkening red, jutting, full, round globes of her arse. Round and round gently on each cheek. He bent forward and kissed each in turn, licking and slobbering over them, glorying in the stretched red skin, the malleable, soft, subtle weight of them, and the highly charged, combined sexual aroma emanating from her cunt and her arse. His own cock was straining in his pants. As his face grew nearer and nearer to the seat of his desire, he undid himself and took it out and stroked its throbbing length. As Martha's mouth was now being used as a surrogate cunt, Xander first gently kissed her tight hole, then licked it with copious libations of his saliva. There was only the lightest tremor of recognition, from a momentarily tightening of the sphincter, as Xander pushed at the entrance with his pointed tongue. He continued to roll and smooth her buttocks, as he tongued her arse and stroked his cock.
Jacob and Martha's attention was now fully grounded in each other, and they were clearly either oblivious to Xander's ministrations, or were just willing and eager recipients of the new experiences. A spit lubricated finger replaced the tongue around Martha's anus, and gently eased its way in, gently exploring the dark inner secrets of her shit-hole. There was only a minimum of resistance, and it soon passed, and as a second finger joined the first, Xander revelled in the sight of the pouting stretched skin changing shape as his fingers moved gently in and out and around. He sensed that Jacob was coming to the boil, so he withdrew his two fingers from their closing iris, replaced them with his thumb and delved his fingers into the full wet folds of Martha's eager cunt. As her mouth bounced up and down of Jacobs shaft, so Xander mirrored the rhythm in her submissive cunt and arse. Martha responded, by rocking her great bottom, the easier and deeper to accommodate the invasion. He continued to beat his meat, conscious that he would soon reach the point of no return. Where should he shoot?
At the very moment Jacob squirted jet after jet of hot spunk into Martha's mouth, Xander roughly extricated his fingers from the warm wet homes, and rammed his rod into her aching, eager cunt, and drowned her in his own copious offering of sperm. Martha, with a mouth and cunt full of cream, let out a low scream of sheer delight.
"Wow," she whispered, "that was really something." Xander pulled out, and slapped her hard on her thrusting buttocks.
"I said, no talking." He moved to her side. "Is your mouth still full of spunk? Let me see." Martha turned her head and opened her mouth, which was full of bubbling, gelatinous foam. "Swallow him and suck me clean." Martha did as she was told and took Xander's wilting member into her mouth and exaggeratedly licked and sucked him clean, rubbing it dry with her hand. Jacob began to swell again, with this lewd spectacle only inches from his face.
Xander straightened up, tucked his cock back into his trousers, and smoothed himself with his hands. "Okay, end of rules. You can relax now. Let's hear from you both. No, you do not put your clothes back on Martha. Jacob and I have just used you, but you haven't reached your climax. Sit down and play with yourself while we watch. Mingle your fingers with my cum. Make yourself come. Jacob is obviously ready to wank himself to another squirt. I'll go and make us a drink." He left them to themselves and went to the kitchen. So far so good.
"So, Martha, what have you learned? Tell us the truth. Hold nothing back." She had given herself a much needed shuddering orgasm, watched by Jacob furiously beating his cock to another half-hearted ejaculation. Then they had embraced, kissed and expressed their love for each other.
"Well firstly, you've made me realise how selfish I have become; how badly I was treating darling Jacob, bossing him about, not giving myself to him, and not sharing myself with him. Secondly I found the beating painful and humiliating, to begin with, but as it continued, I wanted more and more. Thirdly, I just loved you playing with my butt hole. I've never experienced that before. And finally, I loved being in a threesome. Again it's all new to me. So can we all do it together again?" Martha looked from Xander to Jacob.
"And you Jacob. How was it for you?
"Oh Xander, my dear friend. What can I say? You have brought Martha back to me. I'm so grateful. And I loved hearing Martha talk about what she enjoyed, and what she wants to do in the future, with your blessing."
"Good. I'm so pleased you two are back on an even keel. Now I have here an envelope for each of you. Read its contents later in private, and then immediately destroy it. Don't tell each other the contents, but put them into practice before next week. On Friday you will come to me. The details are in the notes." Xander looked at his wrist watch. "My, do you realise it is after two o'clock. Can we all three of us squeeze into one bed?"
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19,485 | Xi High's Dangerous Darling | SaviorSamurai | NonConsent/Reluctance | 2018-09-27 | 2018-11-21 | 2022-01-01 15:46:15 | 6 | literotica.com | https://www.literotica.com/s/xi-highs-dangerous-darling | 1. A schoolboy in Beijing and his domineering female classmate. 2. Chang and Lu. Mei and Cayi. 3. Chang has fun with Cayi before Mei reminds him who's boss. 4. Mei gives Chang the worst punishment. 5. Chang has to record his master having sex with a Russian. 6. In the last chapter of the series, Chang struggles. | ['Asian', 'Bdms', 'Beijing', 'China', 'Chinese', 'Classmate', 'Femdom', 'Nonconsent', 'School', 'Teenager'] | 3.82 | Three eighteen-year old girls sat on Xi High School's bleachers, their dark brown eyes trained on the male students doing push-ups in the sun-bathed, green grass. Twenty feet from the push-up-performing male students, the better part of a soccer game was active as a thick-legged boy slammed his foot into a yellow soccer ball as his body was in mid-flip.
But to the three girls, the soccer jocks were as interesting as rock in a white room.
"I hate how today is going so far. So stressful." Cayi Wusong said, who had her chin-length black hair down, as usual. She diverted her focus to the handheld mirror in her lap, grabbed it, brought it nine inches from her face. She ran a finger along a couple of her hair strands. "And I've only been a senior for a month."
Lu Yi fiddled with the white earbud in her right hand. The left earbud was in her left air, emitting an Italian language lesson.
She nodded as a warm gust rippled her long black hair. She said, "All we have to look forward to is more months of boredom. Right, Mei?"
Lu turned her head to Mei, who sat in the girl trio's middle.
Mei had a slim body. B-cup-sized breasts. Her waist-length black hair was pulled into a ponytail. Bangs covered her forehead's middle part. Like her two friends accompanying her, the boys at the school didn't hesitate to stare at her body with zero shame when they had the opportunity.
Mei did not respond. She had her focus on a certain push-up boy.
The boy had his palms in the grass, like the other boys, but performed his push-ups at a more swift speed than the other boys. His muscular body moved closer to the morning sky, moved closer to the ground.
Mei gave a light bite to her finger as her pussy leaked a little.
"Which one are you looking at?" Lu said before turning her head to the boys performing push-ups. She focused on the boy Mei had her eyes trained on, watched as the boy continued moving faster, performing better. "Zhuo Chang?"
"Zhuo. I remember him being in your class when I went to go see you there. He was joking about the time he seen someone at the gym struggling with bench- pressing after his spotter walked off to talk to a girl." Cayi said, having moved her focus to Chang Zhuo. "We're talking about the fast boy, correct?"
"Correct." Mei said after pulling her teeth from her finger. She rubbed her thighs through her pink-and-white plaid skirt.
Lu trained her eyes on Mei's hands as Mei continued rubbing her thighs. She said, "Someone wants Zhuo's cock."
Cayi chuckled before saying, "Don't we all?"
Lu and Cayi laughed.
Mei kept her focus on Chang Zhuo.
Chang stood, flashed a pride-filled grin, as if he was a person who saved elders from a burning bus with his hands tied behind his back.
The eighteen-year old boy's confidence was spotted with the ease of a person spotting a bright red sports car in a black car-dominated parking lot.
"Too bad he has a girlfriend. You two know Sa Sa? She's his girl." Lu said as she watched Chang depart from the push-ups performing boys, resulting in Mei smirking. "Che Cavolo! I'll never know what it'll be like to have him. I doubt he'll ever cheat on his bitch."
Mei smiled, shook her head. She said, "I'll make him. Lu, write me a sign that says out of order. This week is going to be fun."
When Lu wrote "Out of order" on a sheet of paper she pulled from her backpack beside her, Mei grabbed her huge breasts through her clothes, took the paper.
"Thanks, Lu. You know what makes this better?" Mei said, moving her focus to the distant Chang, who was near the slim girl with the alluring face known as Sa Sa. "He's forbidden fruit."
Lu put her arm around Mei's shoulders. She said, "The apple in the cage is always more desirable than the apple you can get with no problem."
"Look at them. That should be me kissing him." Cayi said as she watched Chang exchange kisses with Sa Sa.
The couple kissed with a passion that made the two glasses-donning boys near them walk away as they carried textbooks. "He really does love showing off his trophy."
"Lucky bitch." Lu said before bowing her head. She laid on the bleacher, moved her hands behind her head. In the blue sky, a white cloud shaped like a cock drifted high above her. "Hey, Mei. If you get him, will you tell us all about how it went?"
Mei patted Lu's knee. She said, "Do you have big breasts?"
Lu smiled.
"Lu, there's no if about it. Mei will make whatever she says is going to happen happen." Cayi said. "You remember what she did to that bitch who made fun of you for loving Italy."
"She killed herself because of that." Lu said. Mei nodded, smirked. "Thanks, Mei. You're a great friend."
"What are you going to do with the paper?" Cayi said, directing her question to Mei.
During lunch that day, two people occupied a hallway in the school.
Mei and Chang.
Watching from her position near a corner, Mei kept her eyes trained on Chang as she held a tape roll, scissors, the paper sheet Lu wrote "Out of order" on.
Chang held a plastic container filled with fried chicken. He nodded, smiled, entered the men's restroom.
Mei's heart pounded in her chest as her body filled with warm joy.
It was time to make her plan happen.
She went to the spot near the restroom's door. After cutting a tape section into an one-inch long tape strip, the girl applied the tape strip to the paper sheet and restroom door.
Not long after, the sheet of paper with "Out of order" written on it was taped to the men's restroom door.
The sheet of paper would prevent any unwelcome student from interrupting what Mei intended on doing to Chang inside the restroom.
If a male student or male teacher had diarrhea while intending on using a toilet in the restroom near Mei, they would have to deal with major embarrassment after defecating themselves.
Chang was in the restroom, accompanied by fried chicken. If Mei was fortunate, Chang would choose to eat his food in the restroom, which would give her more time to make each step in her plan happen.
She longed to see the cock Sa Sa might have seen the night before.
Her pussy leaked in anticipation.
Mei opened the restroom door, moved into the room she had no permission to be in, closed the restroom door.
No man or boy was at a sink or urinal in the restroom, which smelt as if a person sprayed cologne a short moment ago.
Chang's back faced Mei.
White earbuds sat in his ears. His head was bowed. His arms were bent, as if he had an object in his hands.
His container filled with fried chicken was on the sink closest to the wall.
Like sex, eating while listening to music is a pleasure people hope never goes extinct.
Chang must have planned on eating his fried chicken while listening to music in the restroom.
He wasn't aware his fellow classmate had a different plan for him.
Mei went to the sink closest to the restroom door, placed the scissors and tape roll on it.
She moved to the spot behind Chang, gave his ass a hard slap.
Chang flinched, turned in Mei's direction. He chuckled at a fast pace, relieved it wasn't a boy or man who slapped his ass but a girl he would be glad to have sex with if he wasn't in a committed relationship.
He removed the earbuds from his ears, moved the cellphone into his right pocket, which was connected to his cellphone. He moved the earbuds into his right pocket. He made eye contact with Mei as he said, "You're in my class, right? We never talked in the few years we sat listening to the same boring stuff and same boring tests. More importantly, what are you doing here? Men's restroom, you know?"
Mei turned her head to the fried chicken sitting in the container on the sink. She said, "I assume you were going to eat in here."
Chang nodded, ran a hand through his short black hair.
"Yeah. Listen to rap while I munch on my chicken." Chang said. Mei turned her head to him. "Answer my question. What are you doing here?"
Mei smirked, moved her hand to Chang's right thigh. She moved her hand three inches higher.
Chang moved his hand towards the hand Mei had on his thigh.
Mei grabbed Chang's cock through his school khakis and boxers as the boy's hand reached her hand.
Chang gasped as his eyes widened.
When Mei seen Chang's widened eyes, she longed to gain more surprised reactions from him.
"What the fuck? Get your hand off!" Chang said, as if it was an ancient man with no ears who touched his cock through his clothes. "I'm in a committed relationship!"
Mei pulled her hand from Chang's pants, patted his clothed cock. She said, "I want this. And you're going to give it to me."
"Sure. When I randomly wake up with purple skin and the power to speak any language." Chang said before moving to the sink his container filled with fried chicken sat on. "Get out, please. I'm going to eat my food in one of the stalls."
Mei crossed her arms, scoffed, smiled.
Chang must have forgotten how much power every woman and girl has.
"You will give me what I want. If you don't, I'll tell everyone you raped me in here. Are you strong enough to deal with prison life?" Mei said, putting her status as a girl to good use.
Chang shut his eyes, rubbed his forehead with his right hand, hoping Mei was playing a harsh prank on him.
If he had sex with Mei, he would be being unfaithful to his girlfriend Sa Sa.
If he didn't have sex with Mei, the cruel girl would create a false rape accusation that would lead to him dealing with brutal guards and brutal inmates in a prison.
For Chang, the event that would not lead to him going to prison was the better option.
He opened his eyes, took a trembling breath as warm rage flooded his body. He longed to slam Mei's face into the sink until people wouldn't recognize her it.
"Just... tell me what you want me to do. I'll do it." Chang said before turning to fact Mei. Mei pointed in the restroom stall's direction closest to the door. "Get in the stall closest to the door."
Chang emitted a heavy sigh.
Mei slapped his ass hard when Chang walked past her. She said, "Don't give me a attitude, bitch."
Inside the toilet stall closest to the door, Chang stood a three inches from the wall, clenching and unclenching his fists as the stall's door remained open.
He tapped his right foot against the floor as he waited for Mei to have sex with him.
Two minutes passed.
Mei moved into the stall, locked it.
Close to Chang, Mei let the boy's cologne's aroma move through her nostrils. The aroma smelt as great as Chang's attractiveness.
Chang's breaths came in heavy pants, as if his cock was already in Mei's pussy.
"Sit on the toilet." Mei said in a commanding tone, slamming her palm against Chang's left cheek. The slap sounded throughout the restroom. Maybe a person in the hall outside the room heard it.
Fighting the urge to sigh, Chang sat on the toilet in the stall.
He trained his eyes on the Xi High School logo designed onto the chest area's left side of Mei's white school vest, longing to plead with the girl to let him leave the restroom without them doing sexual acts together.
"Please don't do this. I'll make it up to you another way. I'll help you with-" Chang starting saying.
Mei slammed her fist into his groin.
She pressed her hand hard against the boy's mouth as he screamed in utter pain.
Tears left Chang's eyes.
Mei smiled as she pulled her hand from Chang's mouth, dropped to her knees, unzipped Chang's khaki pants after loosening his belt, moved her hand through his pants fly and into Chang's boxers. Mei said, "Let me survey the damage and see a glorious cock."
Warmth met Mei's hand. She grasped the warmth's source-Chang's cock.
After pulling the cock out of Chang's boxers, through his khaki pants fly, into view, Mei released him.
Chang's cock was huge. Mei opened her mouth a bit at the cock's sight before grabbing it again.
Her hand was on Chang Zhuo's cock. She was not Chang's girlfriend, but that did not prevent her from touching a penis that did not belong to her.
"You're soft. Of course." Mei said, training her eyes on Chang's face. Chang had his eyes closed as he muttered words Mei couldn't comprehend. Mei moved her hand holding Chang's cock towards the boy, moved her hand towards herself, stroking the soft, warm flesh. Chang stopped his muttering. "I know you love this."
Chang shook his head without hesitating. He said, in a pained tone, "No."
Mei stroked the cock in her hand faster, intent on making Chang gain an erection.
Chang grabbed his head while saying, "Stop. S-seriously."
Hardness replaced Chang's cock's softness at an gradual pace as Mei stroked Chang's cock faster with.
As the cock in her hand grew harder and larger, Mei wore a prideful smile.
Soon, Chang's cock was nine inches long, as erect as it could be.
Mei released the miserable boy's cock. The boy with the tears descending his face might have had the biggest penis in Beijing.
Without simulation, Chang's cock bobbed as it remained in Mei's view, powerful as it appeared as if it could shoot a come cum in one massive jet.
Mei moved her face close to the strong cock, let her pink tongue brush against its underside.
She moved her tongue to the cock's head, licked it in a circular motion.
Chang jerked as he opened his eyes.
"D-damn. Stop." Chang said in an weak attempt to make Mei stop her sexual actions against him. "I have someone I really l-"
Mei trapped Chang's cock in her mouth. The entire cock was not in her mouth, but she didn't hesitate to suck as she bobbed her head up and down.
Slurping sounds filling the room, Chang gaped his mouth open as he relished the warmth inside Mei's mouth.
Chang moved his hands to Mei's head. He shut his eyes, tapped Mei's head with his right index finger.
"G-get off me. I d-don't want to cum. Damn." Chang said, struggling to speak a few words, a result of the pleasure the blowjob brought him. Slurping sounds resumed filling the restroom, making Chang long to cum. "Stop!"
Mei didn't stop.
Chang breathed at an quick rate. His heart pounded fast.
He kept his mouth gaped open.
When he lifted his head to the ceiling, Chang shut his eyes as warmth and saliva coated his huge cock.
He didn't protest anymore, remained silent, moved his hands to the stall's walls as Mei gave him the best blowjob he had in his life.
Pre-cum leaked from Chang's cock while the pleasure made him less disgusted.
Mei pulled head back, letting the cock leave her mouth. Warm saliva descended her chin, accompanied by pre-cum.
She grinned, gave Chang's cock a hard squeeze. Chang opened his eyes as pain radiated through his cock.
He opened his mouth but did not scream. The pain not as worse as the fact Mei did not let him shoot cum from his cock.
The cruel girl gripped Chang's right ear. She said, "Get up."
Chang stood, held onto his pants so they wouldn't drop to the floor.
Mei let her fist collide with Chang's stomach.
"Go out this stall, fall hard on your hands and knees." Mei said as Chang took heavy breaths. Two seconds passed. The girl delivered a slap to his red right cheek. "Hurry the fuck up, bitch."
When Chang dropped hard to his hands and knees six feet from the toilet stall he left, he almost yelled in pain.
His pants were down, his cock out.
While his knees, palms, fingers stung, Chang trained his eyes on Mei, who walked past him, the cruel girl's hips swaying with natural femininity.
Mei picked up a cellphone from the sink, the device's screen facing the toilet stall Mei gave Chang a handjob and blowjob inside, recording a video.
After turning to face Chang, Mei said, "You didn't know I'm recording all this. For my girls and also if you decide to disobey me. If you don't cooperate with me, I'll trim the video, remove the audio, make it look like I was coerced into having sex with you."
Chang shook his head, clenched his fists.
"But you're the one who coerced me. Dammit." Chang said. Mei placed her cellphone against the wall's section Chang faced. Chang watched Mei open his container filled with fried chicken. Mei pulled the largest chicken leg from the container. "I guess you're going to eat my lunch too."
Mei turned to Chang. She flashed him a smile before saying, "No."
She kicked Chang in the side, causing him to move onto his back. The cruel girl went to the spot between Chang's legs, kneeled, took off Chang's boxers shoved the chicken leg halfway into the boy's ass.
Chang's eyes widened as pain radiated throughout his ass. His lunch was up his ass, not coming out his ass as waste.
The chicken leg's chilled meat and skin made goosebumps spread across Chang's body.
Mei scoffed. She slapped Chang's testicles hard, causing him to almost emit the loudest scream he ever emitted.
"Why did the chicken go into Chang's ass?" Mei said before removing the pink bow underneath her white dress shirt's collar. She dropped it, took off her vest.
As she unbuttoned her dress shirt, Mei's pussy leaked. She was going to have sex with Chang Zhuo.
When the only item on her body was the band pulling her hair into a ponytail, Mei crouched over Chang's huge cock, let a couple inches of it enter her warm pussy.
Mei shut her eyes as she moaned, placing her hands against Chang's broad chest.
Below Mei, Chang tried remaining still, tried not enjoying the warm pussy surrounding his cock. He closed his eyes, gritted his teeth. His asshole still surrounded the cold fried chicken.
He never expected a girl to shove a chicken leg up his ass. The boy hoped Mei wouldn't torture him more by forcing him to eat the ass-occupying chicken leg. That would be almost as terrible as the fact his cock was in a pussy not belonging to his girlfriend.
Mei rode Chang as if she would lose her pussy if she didn't.
The girl let her shaved pussy ascend Chang's cock four inches, let it descend his cock four inches.
She moved her right hand to her clit, rubbed it in a circular motion at an quick pace.
Mei's breasts jiggled as she bounced on her classmate's cock. She squeezed her left breast with her left hand, smiled before launching saliva at Chang's face.
The boy made no move to wipe the warm saliva from his face as he opened his eyes. It was as if he would let Mei chop off his testicles if she had the intense urge to.
Heavy breaths emitted from the two students' bodies. The heavy breathing from the sex wouldn't have happened if Mei didn't notice how Chang did push-ups quicker and with more ease than the other push-up jocks.
Mei dismounted Chang, went to the spot near her cellphone, lifted the device from the tiled floor. She mounted Chang, letting her pussy meet the abused boy's cock again.
"Hold my phone. Record." Mei said as she handed her cellphone to Chang. Chang kept the phone's screen pointed at Mei as she bounced on his erection. "This way it definitely looks like you set all this up."
Chang didn't speak.
The restroom remained filled with heavy breaths, accompanied by the sound of a cock moving through a pussy.
Mei's hands against Chang's chest, she continued bouncing on the powerful cock.
She played with her clit using her right hand, adding to her pleasure.
Chang lifted his hips higher, the intense urge to ram his cock into Mei's pussy until he cummed settling within him.
The sooner he cummed, the sooner he would be done having sex with Mei.
Female cum left Mei's pussy, mixed with Chang's pre-cum. Mei played with her clit faster while saying, "You're really making me cum now, bitch! Fuck yeah."
Chang shut his eyes, thrust into Mei's warm pussy, becoming more controlling as he remained in the situation, tears fleeing his eyes.
Guilt and lust forming an interesting combination in his body, Chang opened his eyes, opened his mouth, relished the moment as huge cum jets squirted from his cock's tip.
"Fuck. Fuck. Fu..." Chang said before dropping the phone onto his chest, his climax filling his body with warm joy. Heavy pants left his mouth as tears remained on his face. The tears wouldn't be there if he didn't have a girlfriend he became unfaithful to. "I... I'm still in a committed relationship."
Chang shut his eyes, his sorrow and orgasm making him long to sleep for ten years.
Mei's pussy met his mouth. The cruel girl said, "Swallow our cum."
The pair's cum leaked from Mei's pussy, descended into Chang's mouth. He swallowed it without hesitating, consuming it as if it was an appreciated meal his mother made.
After one minute, Mei took her cellphone, moved to her closest clothing item.
Chang closed his eyes, hoping there was a way he could forget the past ten minutes. He emitted an sorrow-filled sigh.
When Mei yanked the chicken leg from Chang's ass, the abused boy opened his eyes.
Mei was dressed in her clothes again. She kneeled beside Chang's head, shoved the chicken leg into his mouth.
It tasted as if it had been in an toilet a sweat-soaked person used a short moment ago.
Chang hoped a car crushed Mei's head after school ended for the day.
"See you in class, my bitch." Mei said before moving into a standing position. She smirked, slammed her foot into Chang's side. The boy bit into the chicken leg in his mouth.
Chang turned his head to the wall farthest from the restroom's door, tried not letting tears form in his eyes.
He failed as tears blurred his vision, the boy having suffered more abuse than the typical person deserved.
His abuser was weaker than him in physical strength, but a dangerous genuis.
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19,486 | Xia Lin's Gambling Woes | writingn00b | NonConsent/Reluctance | 2013-12-30 | 2013-12-30 | 2022-01-01 15:46:21 | 1 | literotica.com | https://www.literotica.com/s/xia-lins-gambling-woes | Wife is forced by men who pay her debts. | ['Anal', 'Asian', 'Big Tits', 'Coerced', 'Forced', 'Gambling', 'Wife'] | 4.22 | My wife Xia Lin and I moved to Vegas about 6 years ago, when I took a high level IT security position with one of the big casino companies. One of the things that surprised me when I left my position with an intelligence contractor at an agency not to be named, was the level of parity the casinos had in their IT shops. I would say the most hardened networks and systems in the world are found in Langley Virginia, and Las Vegas Nevada. I was extremely well-paid, but worked insane hours in my IT arms race with cheats, thieves, foreign governments... you name it.
Xia Lin put up with my schedule because she quickly adopted the Vegas lifestyle, to a point. She filled a bikini like a plus-sized bombshell. She wasn't necessarily obese, but at around 130 pounds on her 5'3" frame, she was thick in her legs, ass, and boobs, but her waist was not paunchy or flabby... at 32, she exercised regularly to keep things from going off the deep end. We both loved to eat in Vegas... we both took care of ourselves so that we could keep eating.
I was so busy keeping up with hackers and cheaters and thieves in the outside world, that I didn't really notice Xia Lin spending more and more time in the Casinos. She didn't play at the casinos my company managed, for one thing, so she never really showed up on my radar in that way, but she was definitely playing more and more especially in the last 6 months.
What I didn't know at the time was that Xia Lin had established credit lines at a couple of the off-strip casinos and had been going extremely black and extremely red... finally hitting a rough patch where she owed about $40,000 to a couple of dives owned by a group of Taiwanese businessmen... that's when things went really wrong. She didn't tell me she had developed a problem... she didn't tell me she had borrowed money she didn't have, and she didn't tell me that our house and my career were in direct jeopardy to her out of control betting.
Instead, she kept quiet. I could have helped her—but I never got a chance.
***
I was away at a conference in DC on cyber security and Xia Lin was getting dressed at our ranch home outside of Henderson. We lived in a development with a mix of upper income people... a lot of gaming execs, IT wonks, lawyers, doctors... the houses were all on three to five acres of land. No need to hear your neighbor unless you went over. My wife didn't sport any tan lines, if you catch my meaning. Entertaining was easy, you could play your music loud. It was a nice retreat from the craziness of the Strip.
When the doorbell rang Xia Lin just assumed it was her friend Thao even though it was hours before she was supposed to pick up Xia Lin to go out. My wife was wearing a loose, floral skirt with a slit up the left side and a fitted, short sleeved, button down top that showed plenty of cleavage when she went to open the door. She was knocked back a few feet when the door suddenly opened at her slightest touch, causing her to scream.
The men who charged into our entry foyer were unfamiliar to her a couple of them looked Japanese to her, a couple looked Chinese. One man looked distinctly Vietnamese--like he could be Thao's brother. Two of the men had small, HD camcorders rolling as they came inside.
"WHO ARE YOU AND WHAT DO YOU WANT!?" Xia Lin screamed at the men.
The leader kept his sunglasses on. Two of the Asian men grabbed her by the arms and pressed her back against a wall, facing the crowd of men now forming in our house.
"You owe the Lucky Golden Palace a very large sum of money for someone with no income of their own." the sunglasses wearing leader said to her in a gruff voice. "And I'm here to collect, but I'm sure you can't pay it."
Xia Lin looked at the floor and sputtered some excuse about the money, but had literally no idea how she was going to repay her debts.
"I know that you can not pay, Xia Lin. But the money must be repaid. You do understand that, don't you? The money _must be repaid_." the man said to her with a slow, steady, cadence--to underscore the seriousness of his message.
"I can't... I can't get it right now." my wife replied.
"That's okay, Xia Lin. I thought you might need assistance in coming up with the money... these kind donors have come to your aid and agreed to pay on your behalf."
Another man was shooting frame after frame of Xia Lin's face, of the crowd... he walked around like a wedding photographer just blending in and shooting.
Xia Lin looked around the room and pondered the meaning of the Asian debt collector's words.
"Do you like anal sex?" one of the other Asian men asked my wife.
Her response was swift and forceful, exclaiming, "NO, of course not! I don't even let my husband do that!"
"Yes, we know... and that actually works out quite well for you, for you see we were able to raise significantly more money on your behalf because of it." the man replied to her.
"Wh--what do you mean? What are you saying?!" my wife exclaimed, looking around at the men--a couple of which had begun casually undressing.
"These men have agreed to pay portions of your debt to us. For their donations, they have agreed to fuck you in your ass, and in your mouth... a couple of them want to fuck those fat cow udders of yours although I can not understand why myself," he said back to her.
"I WON'T DO IT!" my wife exclaimed, attempting to wag her finger at the man but being too restrained to move at all.
"Oh, I was hoping you would say that." The debt collectors' leader said with a snarl.
"It will be rape! I won't give myself to any of you! And I will NOT. DO. ANAL!" My wife hysterically exclaimed. "YOU CAN'T DO THIS!"
"I told you she would be worth the price you paid, Mr. L." the leader said to short Arab man who looked looked built like a football player--not overly muscular, more like a fire plug, but he had that linebacker build.
"Your first donor paid the largest fee, Xia Lin--and specifically agreed to an extra thousand dollars if you didn't willingly submit. You see, he wants very much to be the first of many to rape you in your ass tonight." The deputy leader of the debt collectors said to her.
My wife struggled and screamed, but there would be no chance at all of anyone hearing her right now. Our house is just too far from the road, and just too far from anyone else for sound to carry...
The Arab man stepped forward where my wife was pinned with her back against the wall of the entry foyer. Both video cameras were trained intently on her, and the photographer was reeling off frames as the beginning of my wife's ordeal was at hand.
The Arab grabbed my wife's tits through her fitted top and smiled as he turned to one of the cameras and asked, "These--are real?"
My wife struggled in the grasp of her captors and said, "fuck you, of course they're real!" as she looked away. She struggled to move or kick at him and screamed as he pawed her tits. She pleaded and begged to be let go... for this all to stop... for her to be given more time.
The Arab laughed at her and the leader informed her that if he stopped now, then he would have the debt, no money, and 10 angry donors on his hands. Xia Lin cried and screamed as the man stuck his fingers into her cleavage and inside of her bra. She begged for them to stop. Her begging reached a fevered pitch as the man unbuttoned her top button and exposed quite a bit of her push up bra and her huge brown mams to the other men in the room watching from the semi-circle they had formed around her nearby.
The Arab grabbed the lapels of her shirt, slid his hands down a few inches and tore outward, sending buttons to the floor of our foyer, exposing my wife's bra-covered tits completely, and eliciting cheers from the men in the room. The cameras caught every detail.
The Arab introduced himself as "Sheikh Raping Your Ass Tonight" causing laughs from those gathered and anguished cries from my wife. "But you can call me Tony," he said as he brought a knife under her chin and asked her, "do you understand?"
My wife sobbed uncontrollably, but shook her head in short, quick up and down strokes in answer to him.
Tony carefully slipped the blade between her tits and under the bra, turned the blade outward and pulled. It's razer sharp edge made short work of the fabric holding the two bra cups together, and my wife's 38 inch breasts popped out into view. Everyone cheared--even the debt collectors as my wife's magnificent tits hung in proud if unwanted display in front of the men. She continued crying as Tony mauled her tits and then brought them to his mouth, kissing on the tops of her breasts as he slowly made his way down to her nipples. She hated the uncontrolled response of her nipples to his sucking-- they filled with blood and hardened and became sensitive, like they always do with me.
"Put her in position." the stocky Arab commanded.
My wife was dragged kicking and screaming into the next room, where she was thrown over the back of a low couch. They put leather straps on her wrists and ankles and fixed a spreader bar to her ankles and tethered one of them to one of the legs of the couch. The cameras caught everything from multiple angles and the crowd reformed in the room to witness my wife's rape.
Tony used his blade to cut her skirt from her, then he yanked her panties to her knees causing raucus cheers from the crowd again. My wife waxes, and then men commented on her completely hairless pussy and ass. Her round, candy-apple bottom looked big, but tight, and her deeply recessed asshole looked as tight as anything the men could imagine. Their comments were harsh--their words intended to hurt my wife; to degrade her.
She screamed for help... pleaded not to be raped... and then in a last ditch attempt to avoid anal sex, begged to suck the men off, all of them, as much as they wanted... she offered to suck them whenever they wanted after tonight if they would not fuck her pussy or ass--especially her ass.
It backfired of course--only making Tony move to the front of the couch where the Asian henchmen held her down, and offering his cock to her to suck.
"If you touch me with your teeth, or bite me, I'm not going to kill you--no... I'm going to make sure every man fucks your ass until your insides are spilling out. THEN I'm going to gut you and let you bleed to death on your floor, do you understand me?" He said to my wife.
My wife nodded her head and opened her mouth, believing she was being taken up on her offer. Tony's fat cock was of average size but slightly thicker than most, and he filled her tiny mouth easily with his semi-erect member. Using nothing but her tongue and lips, and sucking deeply, my wife attempted to pleasure the Arab man as best she could without use of her hands. She bobbed up and down as the men cheered her on and the Arab clearly enjoyed her oral skills as he hardened quickly--displaying more length than before.
"You're good, baby... you're so good... the men who wanted to rape your mouth are going to be glad they did." Tony said to Xia Lin, while pulling his cock from her mouth.
"So--you like it? You can come in my mouth or on my face when you're ready." my wife said eagerly, opening her mouth to accept his cock again for him to finish.
Tony removed a tube of sexual lubricant from his pocket and began smearing it across his cock, working it completely into the skin before applying a second, generous glob.
"My dear, I am paying 10% of what you owe all by myself--and I paid to rape you in the ass first." he said to her as her eyes widened in fear.
What happened next is almost too cruel to describe. He wasn't slow... he didn't wait. He wasn't loving or kind. He didn't open her ass with a few fingers first--he didn't let her get used to him. The asian men holding her down gripped her more tightly than ever, and Tony came up behind her and lodged the slippery head of his cock directly against her tightly clinched back door. He then grabbed my wife by her hips to steady himself as she violently struggled to resist and made sure her own motions lodged the tip of his cock a little further into the recess of her asshole.
Then, he lunged.
My wife, who had never completed anal intercourse before (I got her to let me try twice, but we stopped both times after a few frustrating moments because it hurt too much) screamed at the top of her lungs, and nearly passed out from the pain. It would have been better if she had passed out. The Arab growled loudly and screamed "take it you fucking whore!" and then he pulled out and slammed into her again.
And again.
And again.
The men yelled and screamed as Tony wrapped one first in my wife's henna- washed hair while filling his other meaty paw with her tits as he slam-fucked her ass. Her body shook with every one of his thrusts and she shrieked every single time he plowed into her. His 260 pounds slammed into her with deafening body slaps.
"RAPE THAT ASS!" "FUCK THAT BITCH!" "MAKE HER CRY!" "ONLY NINE MORE TO GO, BABY!"
The men hollered and cat-called and said demeaning and hurtful things to my wife.
The cameras caught it all.
For his ferocity and pace, Tony showed amazing staying power, rapidly slam- fucking my wife's tight, virgin back door for almost 10 minutes. Imagine going from never having anal, to having one 260 pound, thick-cock pile-driving thrust per second for 600 seconds as your introduction to anal sex. Xia Lin actually did hyperventilate and pass out a bit after screaming her lungs out for a couple of minutes. When she came to, she was lost--delirious, and in excruciating pain.
The asian men no longer needed to hold her arms to restrain her... the spreader bar and ankle tether would keep her in place, and she was too weak to do anything violent in resistance. This allowed Tony to fill each of his hands with one of her massive boobs and pull her up against his chest while he fucked her. But at the end of ten horrible, rough minutes of brutal anal rape, Tony was ready to cum.
He pulled out of her ass and released her, allowing her to go completely limp over the back of the couch, but he made her look up at him and open her mouth. I know my wife--she would never in a million years consider ass-to-mouth, but in her tired, ravaged, over-everything'd state, she willingly--almost happily accepted Tony's long, thick rod in her mouth because at least that meant no more anal.
Of course, the Arab held my wife's head as he slam-fucked her throat a few times, but then he settled into a faster but shallower rhythm where he pistoned over my wife's tongue and in and out of her overstretched lips... he held off as strongly as he could--he wanted his orgasm to be powerful. At long last he pulled out of her mouth, screaming for her to keep it open, as he stroked his cock with the tip just resting on her bottom lip.
The three cameramen did their jobs.
With a series of loud groans, the Arab began pulsing thick ropes of cum directly into my wife's open mouth. It looked like he hadn't cum in weaks, and perhaps he hadn't--he had at least stored up a while in anticipation of tonight's event, because the cum just filled my wife's mouth and overflowed over her bottom lip. He screamed at her to swallow it--she reflexively complied--and he kept shooting.
When he was done, he slapped her across her face with his cock. He clenched his fist to punch her, but the Asian gang leader admonished him to hold his temper, and he quietly withdrew.
Cheers erupted in the room as my wife began sobbing into the couch, aware that 9 other men had paid to use her that night. She felt her ankles being untethered and stood when two of the asian men led her away.
"Wh--where are you taking me?" My wife pleaded, worried she would be taken outside and murdered.
"Your bedroom. Where are your clothes?"
"D-down the hall... master bedroom... first floor." She stammered as they led her to our bedroom.
She was forced to towel off and removed the last shreds of her earlier garments.
My wife was forced to put on one of her fitted black business pant suits and heels, with a sheer, see-through white top. When dressed, she was led back to the main room with the other men.
"Mr. A and Mr. M have paid the second highest total, Xia Lin. They want to strip you and rape you themselves. Even though the shock of your first encounter may be wearing off, I will tell you that it is in your best interest to resist these men and act as scared as you can. Each of your donors is getting their own video, and they were explicit in wanting to capture you, strip you, and rape you." the second in command said to her in her ear as she was presented to the men in her new wardrobe.
Their catcalls stung her--the still photographer asked her to pose before the men ripped through her clothes. She was forced to disrobe like a regular nude model, turning this way or that, bending at her hips or squeezing her tits together. The photographer made efficient work of it, while the men enjoyed the show--some took pictures with their cell phones. Other than the expression on her face, the photospread could have been hosted on any of the nicest pay porn sites...
She dressed again and was led to a desk in the corner of the den. Mr. A and Mr. M were two black men in suits--one looked familiar, but she couldn't place him--and they were going to enter the room, strip her, and rape her as they saw fit. The sense of dread overwhelmed her, but she did not cry yet. She was told not to cry during the setup. Her tears would fall easily once things began.
The cameras captured everything.
In truth, the second rape was as bad as the first. The men slapped her face and punched her in her stomach and violently tore her clothes off. They took turns fucking her in the mouth--their black cocks longer than Tony's--choking her and stabbing the back of her throat so much she gagged and heaved regularly.
They forced her to give one a blowjob while the other fucked her... then they forced her to give one a blowjob while the other took her ass. She had a hard time concentrating on the cock in her mouth when her ass hurt so much, but the hands in her hair would practically do the work for her when she stopped. They passed her back and forth, each taking multiple turns in her ass, pussy, and mouth.
Unlike the sex stories on rape websites, my wife never got into it. She didn't orgasm; her body never "betrayed her," and she never felt so happy to be getting fucked in the ass that she fell in love with doing it or that she needed to get assfucked to cum or anything like that. No, she was raped. Painfully. Repeatedly.
The one thing she would tell me later was that after a while, she just didn't really feel anything anymore. When men wanted to use her ass, she could take them in her ass. When men wanted to use her mouth, she could take them in her mouth. Cum, lots of it, swallowed mindlessly.
The cameras caught it all.
A group of four men of mixed races followed the two black men. They raped her in our hot tub and on mats by the pool. They DP'd her in her pussy and ass. They made her "air tight" for about 10 minutes of porn-rape-fantasy fucking. She said she hated it when they were doing it to her that night but admitted she had previously fantasized about being with multiple partners. Dreams and reality don't often match up.
That group of "donors" all came inside of the holes they were fucking--two in her mouth, one in her pussy, and one in her ass.
She was made to shower before the last two men were to take their turns. The two black men had already left her house, as had two of the group of four that fucked her after them, but the Arab was still there as was a Japanese guy and a Swedish guy from the 3rd group when her doorbell rang.
Poor Thao had come early to pick up my wife for their night out.
The Asian gang members dragged Thao in her tiny top and her micro skirt and high heels to where Xia Lin was on her knees giving blowjobs to two Mexican gaming executives standing on either side of her.
"XIA LIN! WHAT the FUCK is going on??!!" Thao asked as the men held her.
"Your friend is a whore who fucks rich men for money, baby, or didn't she tell you? Isn't that right, Xia Lin?" Tony asked.
My wife looked over at Thao but continued pumping one man's cock with her fist while getting face-fucked by the other.
"Want to make a quick thousand, baby?" Tony asked.
"Two thousand, if you do three of us." the Japanese man said as his partner passed him $500.
Thao looked at my wife and back at the men, then over at the cameras and asked, "$2,000? Cash?"
They took that as a yes and put her on her knees next to Xia Lin. She complained as she was roughly stripped, but kept asking, "Cash, right?" and basically rolled with everything they made her do as the three rested and hard cock sporting men passed her around.
Thao had her tiny natural tits surgically enhanced when she moved to vegas two years ago, and each of the men took turns tit-fucking her, then tit-fucking my wife to compare and contrast. They sat on the couch and had my wife and Thao take turns sucking their cocks so they could judge them that way too, then the Arab made Thao cry almost as much as Xia Lin did by slam-fucking her anally for five straight minutes. This time, though, instead of cumming, he stepped out and let another guy have a turn. By doing this they could all keep fucking without cumming, leading to Thao and Xia Lin on their hands and knees next to each other being throat fucked and assfucked and filmed for almost an hour before the five remaining donors took turns cumming in their mouths.
The worst part for Xia Lin was when the Asian gang leader informed her that the donations by all the men totaled up to only about 50% of what she owed. She didn't want to do this again, and the gang leader told her it wasn't an option anyway--but he did say she could sign a model release so he could legally distribute the movie on the internet and he would wave the rest of the fees.
But the money has to come from somewhere, remember, and he knew he could make $100,000 - $200,000 online selling real rape videos to rich men in countries that had no laws preventing it--and with the video intro he had Xia Lin and Thao record, he could host the movies on many western paysites as well. But none of this was known to either of the girls. Thao was just happy to collect her $2000 for an hour of hard sex, and Xia Lin was happy to be rid of her debts to these guys.
The evening ended on an odd note for Xia Lin... she just assumed the Asian gang members would all take their turns when the donors had gone so she walked up to the first guard and unzipped him and knelt in front of him. When the leader nodded, the guard grabbed her by her hair and facefucked her furiously until he came—lasting no more than 5 minutes in the process. The second guard did the same thing, except when he neared his orgasm, he pushed my wife onto her back, mounted her, and came inside her pussy.
Thao took the gang leader in her mouth, pussy, and ass—finishing him off in her tight back door while bouncing up and down on his cock in a reverse anal cowgirl position.
I would never have learned of any of it, believe it or not, if it hadn't been for my friend Rich who has a knack for finding interesting porn sites. Getting hi res pics from a co-worker of your wife getting DP'd is not the way you want to begin learning of your wife's gambling addiction—but that's a story for next time. |
19,487 | XXX-Mas Carol | TheTalkMan | NonConsent/Reluctance | 2014-02-20 | 2014-02-20 | 2022-01-01 15:46:22 | 1 | literotica.com | https://www.literotica.com/s/xxx-mas-carol | Married man meets three slutty spirts on Christmas night. | ['Betrayal', 'Big Tits', 'Cheating', 'Christmas', 'Ghosts', 'Reluctance', 'Slut', 'Spirits', 'Temptation'] | 4.54 | _(This story is posted on the Literotica website. Do not repost anywhere else without the author's consent. For fans of my stories, they know what kinds of things to expect. This story deals with similar themes as the stories by wannabeboytoy, seducedHylas, and Dark Betrayal, namely cheating, betrayal, and heartbreak. If stuff like that isn't your cup of tea, then you probably shouldn't bother reading it. This story features a character and continues a storyline from another one of my works, but saying which one would give away the surprise. If you really want to know who it is before reading the story, check the author's note at the end. Finally, I do not condone any of these actions in real life. This is just a story. Enjoy.)_
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Scott Baker was a good man.
He always tried to do the right thing at all times. He had been born and raised in the city of Parkersboro, and even though the city was well-known for its widespread and deep-seeded corruption, it was his home. He was part of a volunteer board in the city seeking to start change from within, not by seeking outside help but by doing things right and encouraging others to work the right way. Like support local-owned businesses and not be a slave to the big corporations.
That all sounded very good and idealistic, but in practice it wasn't so easy. Scott owned a family-run bookstore that his father had started. They specialized in carrying both the newest releases and antiques and older classics. It was well-known in certain book collecting circles, but that didn't mean they were exactly reeling it in cash-wise. Times had been tough, though business had been steady enough to keep him afloat, but just barely. He didn't know how long this could last. He had been forced to let some of his employees go, but his few remaining workers were all hard-working and supportive of his choices. His few employees were passionate for the work and passionate about being locally owned.
But being owned locally had its drawbacks. Business had been slow, and they simply couldn't afford to take many days off. So that's why he found himself working on a quiet, sleepy Christmas Eve. Snow was drifting lazily to the ground, dulling all the noise outside. It was just him and Christine, one of his employees. She had been a star for him, easily his favorite. She had gone to the local college and had picked up a job here to pay the bills. She had been working there for about three years and she had been a model employee. Christine worked hard and went out of her way whenever she could. Whenever Scott needed help sorting the books and doing inventory, she volunteered. Scott felt bad for making her have to work on Christmas Eve and sacrifice time with her friends and family, but she gave no indication that she was mad or annoyed or anything. She was happy to help.
Scott just didn't know what to do. He felt like he was backed into a corner, and he wished he could figure out the way to get out of it. He had to increase business, but he didn't want to compromise his ideals. He wasn't stupid enough to pretend that things like the internet and computers were making books and bookstores obsolete, but he wasn't about to throw in the towel when there was a healthy segment of the population out there still used to the old ways. He wished there was a magic wand he could wave that would solve all off the store's issues. But there wasn't, which is why he and his employees had to step in and put in the hard work.
It was at moments like this that he felt bad for his wife, Kate. He knew it probably wasn't easy to be married to a guy like him, a guy who was so passionate about so many issues. But Kate might just be the perfect wife for him. She felt the same way he did about the city's issues and was equally as passionate. Whenever he spoke out about the city's problems, she was eagerly by his side. But in day-to-day life, she fought for the city in a different way, caring for the wounded as a nurse at the hospital. Scott wasn't sure how passionate she was about social change before meeting him, but after spending years in the hospital caring for gang members who had been shot, or having to care for people in organized crime, or witnessing the corruption that pervades even as deep as the city's hospitals... that was enough to turn even the most blasé citizen into a crusader for social change. So, Kate was on Scott's side, making her the perfect partner for him.
It didn't hurt that she was darn cute. She definitely possessed what was known as 'girl next-door' good looks. She was a natural blonde with a fit body and a bright effervescent smile. What Scott liked best wasn't these cosmetic features, but it was her brain. She could stimulate him on an intellectual level unlike any other woman he had been with, so there was nothing he could talk about with her that was over her head. They had fallen head-over-heels for each other immediately.
Both of them worked heavy hours to get by. Scott often wondered whether his wife resented being the bread-winner of the two, making him again feel down about his store's lack of success. But on the slow days like today, when he began to feel down, as if by magic, she would call to check in with him and brighten his day. She would always be there with a kind word to encourage him in what he was doing and telling him to stay positive. She was a great wife. So, being in a near empty store, he wouldn't get too down. Kate wouldn't let him.
"Baker's Books" was nestled in downtown, an older looking two-story brick building surrounded by buildings far more modern. Scott was well-aware this was prime real estate. Many real-estate developers and entrepreneurs had walked through those doors, waving lots of money at Scott to buy the property. Then, no doubt, tear it down and replace it with something more sleek and modern. But Scott refused. He held out. He took a certain pride in being this lone hold-out, this little mom-and-pop establishment surrounded by the fast- moving, impersonal modern heart of Parkersboro. Scott liked the idea of his little business being this beacon of hope in the den of corruption that was his hometown.
Business was slow. Like, almost zero foot-traffic the entire day. As Scott began to count-out the money in the register, he looked up at Christine. She kept herself busy, sorting through the new arrivals, getting them ready to be shelved. Scott smiled as he watched her work. She never sighed. She never got bored. She never got annoyed. She just kept at it.
Christine was just a very nice, sweet young woman. Her parents had emigrated from Japan and worked hard to give her a good life, and in doing so they instilled a strong ethic in her. She was a literature major in school, so a job here was one of the things she was qualified to do and utilize her skill- set. Even though she was pretty quiet and could easily almost be forgotten about at times, she was a very warm presence. She was just so nice and so sweet. And plus, it was clear she admired Scott and the way he resisted giving into big business, the way he was devoted to supporting this town and the little guy. Christine was loyal to Scott, and always had his back when he had to make tough choices.
She was also a pretty young woman, and that showed through even as she tended to dress quite homely. She got the best of her parents' genetics, her Japanese heritage showing though proudly. She had striking, hazel eyes, hidden behind her cute, thin glasses. Her black hair was pulled back in a ponytail, which would bob when she worked. She had plump lips and creamy olive skin. And even though she was quite shy, her smile could brighten a room. She typically tended towards sweaters and jeans, dressing less practically then some her age might. She had a fit body, but she dressed down, not wanting to get attention for that reason.
Scott watched her work and suddenly felt bad. She was loyal to him to a fault. She was missing out on time with her friends, missing out on Christmas parties and times with her friends and family just to work at his little store. He admired her loyalty, but he felt bad for taking advantage of her kindness and good nature. Scott checked his watch. It was 7 PM, one hour till close. The streets were quiet. Christmas was already starting for some. Scott came to a decision.
"Christine?" Scott called out, breaking the stillness. She jumped slightly and looked up.
"Yes?" she said, looking up at him from across the room, her slight accent echoing through the stacks of books.
"I tell you, I don't think anyone else is coming in." he began.
"Oh, you never know. Last minute shopping maybe?" Christine offered, always thinking positive.
"No one else is coming in." Scott affirmed and she nodded, reluctantly agreeing. "Go home, Christine. It's Christmas. I shouldn't keep you here."
"I don't mind." she said. "I can stay here. I didn't have any plans." Scott wasn't shocked by this. Christine seemed so shy and quiet to him, he couldn't possibly imagine her being a party animal. He knew she would just go home, relax and read or something like that, but it would probably be better than wasting her time here.
"It's fine. I can handle it. If we get a huge, last-minute rush, I'll take care of it." Scott affirmed with a smile. Christine smiled slightly. "Merry Christmas, Christine." Scott said warmly.
"Thanks, Scott. Merry Christmas to you too." Christine replied. "I, uh..." she began, about to reach for her bag. Then, the bells above the door rang.
That's when Stacy Robinson sauntered into "Baker's Books."
She was not an unfamiliar presence in this store, but she was not necessarily a welcome one. She was the representative of one of those property developers that had been hounding him. About every six months or so, she would come in and give Scott the sales pitch, trying to get him to sell his business, to sell out.
It wasn't like she was unfriendly or anything like that. She was just very... corporate. She was always dressed in very expensive, designer business outfits. She dressed well, she drove a fancy car and she always carried the most current expensive accessories, like fancy handbags, fancy smart phones and the like. Stacy was perfectly pleasant but she was almost too smooth for his tastes. She was a great sales-woman, and Scott knew it, so he could always sense that she had an ulterior motive when dealing with him.
Stacy was quite a beautiful woman. Gorgeous, even. She had elegant chestnut hair, falling in waves down her back. Her face was perfectly made-up with pillowy lips and striking green eyes. Her business suit was perfectly tailored for her, highlighting her impressive body. Her suit was a cool gray color and she wore a thin, green blouse beneath it, unbuttoned a bit and spread to show off her bountiful breasts. Her clothing highlighted her impressive breasts, showing off their round, firm shape. Her pants clung to her long, firm legs and round butt. And, as usual, she wore leather high-heels, choosing style over practicality, even in inclement weather. As she came in, she pressed the button on her keychain, locking the doors on her parked BMW. As Scott and Christine looked up at her, Stacy smiled, flashing her brilliant white teeth.
"Scott Baker." Stacy called out. He sighed.
"Hello, Stacy." Scott replied. "You're working late?"
"You know me, burning the midnight oil." Stacy said. "Besides... it's Christmas! I wanted to catch you in a jolly mood." she said smoothly. She looked around, eying the stacks of books, the old wooden shelves, and the warm yellow lighting of the old light bulbs above them. "Busy night?" she asked knowingly, glancing at Scott and his employee.
"Not too bad." Scott replied coolly. He glanced at Christine and she began to back away, not wanting to get in the way of her boss at work with this woman. She moved towards the back room to get her stuff. "What brings you in, Stacy?"
"Wow, you act like I'm not coming in for a purchase? Maybe I want to get a book?" Stacy said with a lilting laugh. Scott rolled his eyes slightly.
"You don't strike me as a reader." Scott replied. She smiled and held up her hands.
"I confess... you got me!" she said with a giggle. Scott eyed her, waiting for the other shoe to drop. "Okay, I guess I'll get to it, then." she began. "My boss wanted me to come by and see where your head's at. How's business?"
"Business is good." Scott said simply.
"But, it can't be that good." Stacy replied. "I've kept an eye on you guys for a while now, and... there's no way this can last. Keeping up the payments on the building and slow business... Scott, this can't keep going. This is a digital world. Brick and mortar stores like this are a thing of the past. If I wanted one of these books, I can download it to my phone in five seconds. I know you're a good man... a loyal man, but in business, you can't be stubborn. When the ship is sinking, it's all nice and noble to say you would go down with the ship, but that's stupid. It's outdated. If you can get out, then get out and save yourself. We are willing to give you $750,000 dollars for this property. I know you didn't pay that much for this building, and I KNOW you are drowning in bills. Scott... I implore you, take the money. Give you and your wife a nice little nest egg for the future."
"Stacy... nothing's changed. I'm not selling." Scott said simply. Stacy paused for a second, then smiled, like one would smile at someone who was hopelessly naïve.
"I admire your resolve, Scott Baker, but I will break you down someday." she said with a laugh. To be honest, she was incredibly attracted to the man standing in front of her. Sure, they were opposite in many ways. She, a high powered executive, and he, a local book-store owner. He cared about this town and what was best for the little guy, and she... didn't. They were about the same age, he was 32, and she was 33, but Stacy always felt a bit more mature compared to him. She was experienced in the ways of the world, while he came across almost childishly idealistic. He saw the best in things, and Stacy saw what was actually there. But, Stacy almost admired his naiveté. She admired his strong, unbreaking will. A woman like her, with her beauty, and her body, and her aggressive nature, could mow over most men in both business and pleasure. But someone like him, someone so committed to his ideals, so unbending in his beliefs, it was a refreshing change. He made her competitive juices flow. She wanted to beat him, to conquer him, to break him. And because of that, she wanted to fuck his brains out.
It certainly didn't hurt that he was super hot. Most of the men she dealt with were guys in suits with slicked hair and cheap cologne. Scott was genuine. He tended to dress in jeans and a simple t-shirt, or a flannel shirt, but that worked for him. He was tall... and fit... and friendly... and dreamy. Stacy loved dealing with Scott, even though it was infrequent. He was her white whale, the one so many were after. She wanted to be the one to conquer him. She admired his friendly manner and his mop of brown hair. She even liked his glasses, those chunky black ones that were in style. Even looking at him now, with his five o'clock shadow and his slightly frazzled hair, she only wanted him more.
"I can tell you're a practical guy, Scott. You're worried about what's next, and you're not the type to just sit around and live off your savings. You love to work. So, if you agree to sell, not only will we purchase this property, we would be happy to put you and your employees in new positions. My boss is very well connected, and she could put you in any industry you can imagine. Plus, a guy like you, with such a strong will, you could fit in wherever you want." Stacy purred, putting her arms on the counter.
"I'm still not budging, Stacy." Scott said, holding up his hands. She simply smiled.
"I tell you what, Scott." she began, looking around at the near empty building and then checking her watch on the underside of her wrist. "There's that bar Harper's, next to the Grand Hotel. That's where I'm staying. I've heard they've got a really good wine selection there. How about, you close up a bit early, we head over there, and let's talk business over drinks? Get to know each other better." she offered with a light smile, bending over the counter, pressing her huge breasts into her arms, pushing them out. But, like the good, upstanding man he was, his stare didn't waver from her eyes.
"I'll have to pass." Scott said simply. She straightened up and looked at him. She reached into her purse.
"Well, I'm sure you have a whole stack of these from me, but this is my new one." she began, handing him her business card.
"New boss?" Scott asked, recognizing the differences in her card.
"Yes, I was made an offer I couldn't refuse." Stacy said with a light laugh. "She's new in town but she is really amazing. She sold me on her immediately. I was happy to jump ship. Apparently, she's been around awhile, so I'm surprised I'd never heard of her until recently. But she's amazing. She's capable of things that are... pretty incredible. And, conveniently, she is even more aggressive about this property than my old boss was."
"Conveniently?" Scott questioned. She smiled.
"Of course. I love giving you my pitch, Scott. I wouldn't trade that for anything." she said with a brilliant smile. A heavy, awkward pause fell between them, Scott not fully understanding why she enjoyed being around him, or if this was all simply part of her sales pitch. Before the pause could get too long Stacy spoke up. "So... if you change your mind, make sure you call me first. Anytime."
"Will do." Scott replied.
"Well... I guess I'll have to find someone else to buy me a drink." she teased. "But I'm sure he won't be as much fun as you would be." she said with a flirty lilt.
"Well, uh... good luck." Scott said, not wanting to give an inch to this dangerous creature.
"Alright then... I hope business keeps booming." Stacy teased, backing up towards the entrance. "And Scott..." she began, looking back at him. "Merry Christmas."
"Merry Christmas." Scott replied warmly, kind even to this woman he didn't care for. As the bell rang and she stepped out, Christine re-entered Scott's sight. Scott turned to her and she smiled at him, happy that he had turned that woman away.
"You're mind hasn't changed, right?" Christine asked. Scott took the card and dropped it into the garbage can next to him. Christine smiled.
"Go home, Christine." Scott said. "Enjoy your Christmas Eve while you can." She nodded.
"Okay. Thanks." she said, bundled up in her warm coat and knit cap. "Um... Merry Christmas, Scott."
"Merry Christmas, Christine."
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A couple hours later, Scott found himself walking down the bitingly cold streets of downtown Parkersboro. He had closed up the store for the night and began his walk home. His wife, Kate, was a nurse, so she had taken the car that day. And even though she had offered to pick him up, he called her off. The roads were terrible and he didn't want to inflict that on his wife. And besides, it wasn't a long walk home.
As Christmas carols echoed through the buildings and snow whistled through the air, a bundled up Scott trudged home. Parties rang throughout as everyone enjoyed their Christmas Eve. It hurt a bit to know that Scott wouldn't be having that level of fun tonight. Neither he nor Kate exactly raked it in, and they both were practical, not living beyond their means. So they had a small Christmas planned, only a few gifts planned for each other as well as a small meal. But, despite that, he was still happy.
Scott smiled as he walked by some carolers and heard voices from the mass of people in the big church. He heard the steady ringing bell of a charity collector, braving the bitter cold for charity, and even though he didn't have lot of money, he was happy to part with a few bucks for a good cause. Because even though he didn't have a ton of wealth, he had a good life. His wife was beautiful, and smart, and intelligent. Kate supported him in all of his choices, even though they might not be for the best financially. She was always there for him and she always believed in him.
Kate was a pretty woman with straight, shoulder length blonde hair. She had a good tan, and even though she was raised near a beach, she didn't complain during the cold Parkersboro winters. She kept herself fit and her lithe body displayed that. Plus, she was on her feet all day, always moving. She had a nice, cute, round butt and perky, B-cup breasts. Also, she was incredibly smart. Obviously, working as a nurse might indicate that, but she was very bright and well-read. Scott was attracted to her in all ways. And that's what kept him warm on nights like this one.
Scott was an optimist, a very positive person. It was never fun to come home to a dark house, but he understood. Kate worked crazy hard, so Scott understood her urge to pass out as soon as she got home. As Scott got to his dark room and saw her sleeping form on her side in the bed, he still smiled. It was always good to have someone to go home to, you know? As he disrobed and got cleaned up, his wife began moving around.
"Hi baby." she groaned out, half asleep.
"Hey." Scott replied. "Long day?" he asked.
"You have no idea." Kate replied. "People got into the holiday spirit a bit early."
Scott laughed as he slipped into bed behind his wife. He curled up behind her and gave her a kiss on the cheek. She smiled and reached behind her to ruffle his hair.
"I love you." she purred.
"I love you too." Scott replied. He took off his glasses and put them on the bedside table. He didn't know how tired he was, because minutes later, sleep was about to overcome him.
But... before that could happen, he was startled from his revere as he heard a noise from downstairs. He wanted to ignore it, but he knew this wasn't the best area of town, so slipping into some pajama pants and putting on his glasses again, he went to investigate.
He stepped downstairs and began looking around. He turned on the lights and glanced around, making sure the coast was clear. As he went into the living room, he flicked on the light switch that controlled the Christmas tree. As the white light of the trees shown through the living room, Scott breathed a sigh of relief, realizing the house was empty. Then, suddenly...
"My..." purred an unfamiliar voice from behind him. With a jump, he spun around, and his eyes widened. There was a woman behind him.
"You've grown." the woman finished. At first, he didn't recognize her, but then, a memory popped into his mind. A memory from long ago. He suddenly remembered.
"Little Scotty Baker." The woman said. "Time has been very kind to you." she admired, looking at him.
Scott definitely remembered her. She was Mrs. Thomas, his next door neighbor... from his childhood. She stood before him, and she looked exactly the same as he remembered. Like, exactly the same as she did when he was thirteen. She seemingly hadn't aged a day. Now that she was in front of him, all the memories came flooding back to him.
There was a time when he had all her details memorized. In his younger years, he had had something of an infatuation with her. To put it simply, Mrs. Thomas single-handedly sent Scott into puberty. Even though she was their neighbor, and his parents' friend, young Scott had been obsessed with her. And it was pretty obvious why. She was the type of woman any guy would obsess over.
Mrs. Thomas was a gorgeous blonde with enormous breasts. When he was younger, adults like his parents seemed boring and dull. Adults like Mrs. Thomas seemed way more fun. Whenever there were get-togethers, she was the life of the party. Scott didn't deal with her a lot and he didn't have a doubt that she knew what she was doing to him. Whenever he got the chance, his greedy eyes would gaze at her massive knockers, pouring from whatever revealing top she chose to wear. They always looked so round, and smooth, and perky. Scott remembered the way they would bounce, and the way her nipples would show through her tops. Scott remembered the way she would shake her butt when she walked. He remembered how smooth and shiny her long legs looked whenever she wore tight little shorts. And then there were those lucky days when Scott would catch her sunbathing in her bikini. Those were the good days.
But the thing he remembered most wasn't her big breasts, or her round ass, or her long legs. No, the thing he remembered most was her hair. He remembered how blonde and shiny it was, like golden silk. He remembered the way it curled lightly, and the way it glowed in the sun. To a young man like him, she looked like an angel.
He now had that same feeling as she stood there in his living room. There was something otherworldly about her. She shone in the darkness in an almost unnatural way. She was literally glowing. Scott was just staring at her, mouth slightly open. Scott blinked his eyes rapidly, trying to clear this incomparable image from his mind.
"Do you not remember me?" she asked, toying with her top.
"You can't be here." Scott began. "How are you here?" She simply smiled at his confusion. Scott again noted the unnatural glow about her and the fact that she hadn't aged a day. His eyes suddenly widened. "Are you... are you a... ghost?"
Mrs. Thomas laughed.
"No, Scott... not quite." she said. "I am..." she began, as if choosing her words carefully. "I'm an apparition. A projection based off your mind, your memories, your innermost thoughts. I assure you, the real Mrs. Thomas is alive and well, and still having a grand old time, although she is not quite as perky as she used to be." she said, running her fingers over her jutting breasts. "I am here at the behest of a very powerful being, a being who recognizes the great tragedy you are playing a part of, and if you don't change now, great tragedy will befall you."
"This... this can't be real!" Scott began. "I've lost my mind!"
"No, I am afraid this is very, very real." Mrs. Thomas purred. She approached him, and the moving air carried her memorable, perfumed scent to his nose, bringing back a slew of sense memories. Scott didn't know what to make of this, and he began to panic.
"I need to go." he began. "I need to go." He ducked around her and tried to walk away.
"Scott, I'm afraid what is about to happen must happen and there is nothing that can be done to change that. You can't just go back to bed. You can't just ignore this. This has to happen. This has to play out." Mrs. Thomas said coolly. Scott stopped and turned to look at her.
"What's about to happen?" he asked. She smiled.
"While I might not be a ghost, tonight... you will be meeting the real thing. You will be meeting three spirits who will show you the error of your ways. Three spirits who will show how badly you are wasting your life, how you are missing out on true, soul-fulfilling happiness." Mrs. Thomas said.
"No, Mrs. Thomas. I am happy. I am fulfilled." Scott replied. Mrs. Thomas laughed.
"Scott, once you see what you are missing out on, you will realize how bad you have it." Mrs. Thomas claimed. "But don't take it from me alone, I am sure the three spirits you are about to meet will convince you."
"Three spirits on Christmas Eve...?" Scott wondered. "Wait, is this like that story?" he asked. She smiled.
"You would be amazed how many things that you might think are fake that are in fact very, very real." she claimed, jutting out her round chest at him. He couldn't help but glance down at them. Even though he knew this was simply an apparition, the fact that this was Mrs. Thomas, and that she was just like he remembered her, and her breasts were just as big and full as ever, and her perfume was hitting his nose... his dick had stiffened to full readiness. Without looking down, Mrs. Thomas smiled knowingly. She knew how she affected Scott. She knew she had him wrapped around her finger. He looked back up at her.
"What are they trying to convince me to do? What are they going to show me?" Scott asked.
"Exactly what you need to see." Mrs. Thomas answered. "And when this is over, you will be brought back here. Back to your home. Back to your wife. It is up to you to decide where to go from there."
"Wait, where am I going?" Scott asked. She smiled brightly. Suddenly, the lights of the Christmas tree glowed brighter and brighter, till the whole room was filled with white light.
And when the light disappeared, Scott was in a whole new place.
************
When the light dimmed, Scott stood in a familiar place, his childhood home. And it was just like he remembered it. All the decorations were the same, everything was the same. Scott stood frozen until he saw other people run around him, towards the tree. He looked down and his eyes widened.
He saw himself.
He saw the 14-year-old him approach the Christmas tree. Scott was stunned by this. He was looking at himself from the past. And it was strange. He saw the younger him, at that awkward, teenage stage, still young, but growing. Scott couldn't stop studying himself. This was so strange to be seeing himself, reliving this Christmas memory. As he looked, his two older brothers joined him. His oldest brother Ken was twelve years older than him, and he was married with a little boy. His wife was there too. His other older brother Joe was four years older than him.
As his parents and family entered the room, older Scott simply stood there in the middle. No one seemed to see him or acknowledge him in any way. Scott remembered this day, one of his favorite Christmases. And now, he was re- living it.
"They can't see you, Scott." A posh, slightly-accented voice said from behind him as he felt a hand on his shoulder. Scott jumped and turned around. Behind him was an unfamiliar figure.
This woman was out of place for a lot of reasons. Scott's first thought was that this woman was from an era long past, like she could have been a woman that landed at Plymouth Rock. Like a puritan or something. She looked to be older, maybe in her 40's. She wasn't a bad looking woman, but she wasn't stunning or anything like that. She had a very classical, old fashioned look about her. She was very pale, but still very pretty. Her sunken hazel eyes conveyed a sense of sadness. Her red-hair was gathered in a long, tight pony- tail, hanging down her back. She wore an old-fashioned dress that was light blue and seemed kinda haggard and dusty. The dress was a bit bulky, but it was clear the older woman had a pretty decent body.
But now was not the time to be checking anyone out. Because Scott had no idea who this woman was, why she was here and why he was here.
"Who are you?" a startled Scott asked as Christmas carried on uninterrupted around him.
"Hello Scott Baker." the woman said before pausing, searching for her words. "I am... the Ghost of Christmas Past."
"What?" Scott asked with almost a laugh at how ridiculous this situation was. This was a ghost? A spirit? What? Was this really happening to him? She looked so real. She looked as real as anyone else, and she could touch him and interact with him. She didn't look like a ghost you see in movies. She looked like a real person. But despite Scott's confusion, the woman was nonplussed.
"You can call me Emily." the woman said. She walked up next to him and examined the family enjoying the holiday. "What a lovely family... you looked like a strong young man even then."
"What is this? How are we here? Why are we here?" Scott stammered, beyond confused.
"We are here to examine your past Christmas experiences, and show you the error of your ways. Show you what you are missing out on." Emily explained.
"What do you mean?" Scott asked. "I've done everything right. I mean, I've lived alright. I've done right by others. I'm happy and healthy." Emily laughed lightly and turned to look back at the family opening gifts under the tree.
"I had a family like this once. A little boy and a little girl. A beautiful family, before..." she began, tailing off. Scott didn't push the issue. "Now, this particular experience isn't to show a mistake you made, but to show you the ways of the world. Christmas is a time of joy... of indulgence... of fully embracing the pleasures of the world. The mistake you've made is maintaining the idea that the best holiday gifts are the ones you find under a tree. Observe..." she said, gesturing towards him with her finger and leading him to a window. Outside, the snow was falling lightly. Emily pointed to the house next door, Mrs. Thomas's house. She pointed at a man approaching her front door, a guy that looked about 40 or so.
"Now, who is that?" Emily asked.
"Oh, man, I forgot about him. That's Mr. Dale, he did a lot of work at the Church. Every year, him and his wife would bake cookies, and hand them out on Christmas." Scott said.
"Quite right. Now, your neighbor, Mrs. Thomas... that's a woman who understands Christmas. Who understands how to achieve joy, to indulge in the ways of the world." They watched as Mrs. Thomas answered the door in her thin Christmas robe. They watched them talk at the doorway before she invited him inside.
"Now... let's go over there, see where things are at maybe... fifteen minutes from now." Emily began. With that, she snapped her fingers, and both Scott and her were suddenly inside the living room of Mrs. Thomas. There was silence for a few moments, before...
"AHHHHHH! FUCK YES!" Mrs. Thomas screamed out from upstairs. Scott could hear the creaking of the bed from above. "Fuck me, Ted. FUCK ME!"
Scott's eyes widened as he realized what he was hearing. He looked at Emily and she smiled lightly.
"Mr. Thomas was not a strong presence around this house. He traveled the world on long business trips and the like, leaving his poor wife unsatisfied. So, she indulges. She takes the pleasure she needs, damn the consequences. As she should." Emily explained firmly.
"Wait, what?" Scott asked incredulous. "You're on her side? She's cheating on her husband. And so is Mr. Dale! He's cheating on his wife! On Christmas!"
"And that's the point, Scott." Emily began. "Too many people go through life not knowing the pleasures that await them. That could be theirs. They deceive themselves with notions of religion or ethics, when in the end, none of that matters. What matters is the living. The experience. Living life to its fullest. Experiencing everything that there is to experience. And that's why this is happening to you, Scott. That is why we are here."
"What do you mean?" Scott asked.
"I'll put it plainly... Scott Baker, you need to start cheating on your wife." Emily said simply.
"What?" he asked with a laugh. "Are you serious?"
"Scott, we have observed your marriage, studied it. To put it bluntly, Kate does not match up to you. She is a waste of your time and your talents. Especially when there is so much..." she paused, and rolled her eyes slightly, as if hesitant to continue. "Pussy... out there for the taking. A man like you could have it all, but instead you saddle yourself with a woman who you know is beneath you, out of some sense of ingrained obligation. And the fact is you refuse to take what you really want. Now Mrs. Thomas... she took what she wanted. Mr. Dale... he took what he wanted. And they should both be commended for it."
"So, wait a minute... I have a spirit, a ghost... taking me to my past, all just to try to convince me to cheat on my wife?" Scott asked incredulously.
"Oh, we will convince you to cheat on your wife. That is certain. It is vital that you do." she said, facing him. "It is vital for you not only to have a life well-lived, but for your personal success as well. Now, let's move on..."
Emily snapped her fingers, and they were both suddenly in the middle of a bar on Christmas Eve.
"Scott, this is from ten years ago. When..." Emily began.
"When I met Kate." Scott finished. He remembered this night clearly. The party was at a local bar, and he had been invited by a friend of his. He didn't know a lot of people, though he was pretty sociable, so he was not bored.
"Look over there..." Emily pointed, looking even more out of place in her conservative, old-fashioned dress. Scott looked over and saw a younger, slightly slimmer version of himself, chatting at a bar with a buddy of his. "In thirty minutes, you lock eyes with Kate for the first time, and its true love... for her at least. You can't blame her. You're a fine specimen of a man. And you feel a connection, sure, one you think is love, but that feeling blinds you from that deep, physical connection you need. Observe..."
Emily and Scott watched for a while, watched that moment where Kate and Scott bumped into each other at the bar as she was ordering drinks. She was visiting with friends from out of town, so this was the first time they ever could have met. They watched young Scott make conversation with Kate, a chat that soon became flirting. Kate looked beautiful, in a simple blue dress and looking well-made up. They watched the couple move closer, becoming more intimate already. After a bit, Kate stepped away to go to the restroom, and they noticed the goofy look on Scott's face as Kate stepped away, a look that indicated the affection he already had for her.
"Now watch..." Emily said pointedly. At this point, someone new entered the picture. A voluptuous blonde in a hot pink dress sidled up next to Scott. Scott listened in on this conversation.
"God, I've been trying to get you alone all night." the blonde said.
"What?" Scott asked.
"Oh yeah, I've had my eye on you since you walked in." she said. She was drop dead gorgeous. Her dress was like silk, clinging to her curves. And she had curves. Massive, round breasts, jutting out in front of her. Her round ass was impressive and firm and perfect. Her slim dress was low-cut, showing off her cavernous cleavage. Her legs were long and sexy, and she wore matching pink high heels. This outfit was not built for winter weather, but it was doubtful she cared. She would rather look good than be practical.
"Why's that?" Scott asked.
"Cause you looked so good!" she said forcefully, sipping her drink.
"Well, I'm, uh, flattered." Scott stammered.
"So, what do you think of me?" she said, standing back, dropping her arms to her sides, straightening her dress, letting him examine her.
"Well, uh... you look great." Scott said. She smiled.
"You're cute. I like you." she said. "My name's Samantha and I don't like to waste time. I'm hot. You're hot. Why don't we get out of here and go back to my place?" Scott nearly choked on his drink.
"What?" he asked the platinum blonde. "Are you serious?"
"Yeah. I don't mess around. It's Christmas! Let's have some fun. Let's give some gifts to each other. Let's just go back to my place and do some filthy, disgusting things to each other. I guarantee you won't regret it." she said confidently.
"Uh, I don't know about that." he said, not at all experienced with a woman being so aggressive and forward.
"C'mon, baby. This isn't a joke. Look at me. Are you really turning this down?" she said with a perfectly plucked eyebrow raised, her hands on her hips, showcasing her juicy body for him.
"Shouldn't you know my name first?" Scott asked. She smiled.
"That makes it better, doesn't it?" she said. "I don't even know your name and I want to fuck your brains out."
Scott spied Kate emerge from the bathroom. He turned back to Samantha.
"I'll have to pass on that, I think." Scott said. "Sorry, Samantha." She pouted.
"Are you seriously gonna pass on this?" she asked, a little annoyed.
"That's... not how I work." Scott replied. She narrowed her eyes at him.
"Well..." she began. "I guess I'll have to rock someone else's world then." she said, setting her empty glass down firmly and sauntering away.
Older Scott looked away from his younger form to the spirit next to him. Her pale, slim lips curled ever so slightly.
"That is Samantha Blake. She's a social climber... a slut. That is her role, and she is very good at it. That, Scott Baker... THAT is the woman you were supposed to end up with this dreary Christmas Eve." Emily said.
"What??" he said with a laugh. "No way!"
"Indeed." Emily said. "This is how you spent your night..." she snapped her fingers, and they were suddenly in Scott's living room. Scott and Kate were necking on the couch, their attraction to each other evident. Scott was filled with warmth at seeing this moment relived. "And this is how Samantha spent her evening." she snapped her fingers again. Suddenly, they were in an unfamiliar bedroom. And in the bed...
"YES! YES! YES! FUCK ME!" Samantha screamed. Samantha was furiously riding the cock of the fit man under her. Her entire firm, tan form was on display, her massive bare tits and round ass. The man beneath her was availing himself in her hot body, his hands on her full, round tits, squeezing them roughly.
"Ughhhh! Oh God! Yes!" Samantha groaned out.
"GUggghhh! FUCK! Samantha, you're so God damn good!" the man screamed.
"His name is Patrick Clark. A small-entrepreneur. Thanks to Samantha's aggressive nature, she brought out the best in him. What would have been a failing career turned into a bright and shining future. He is now the CEO of a multi-million dollar company. Scott... that could have been you. You settled with Kate, when you could have aimed higher. Think of what you could have been if you had just made the correct decision."
"I am happy with my choices." Scott affirmed. "Kate makes me happy. And I am not the type that needs money to feel accomplished."
"So you are happy wasting your skill? You are truly fulfilled even though you haven't lived up to your full potential?" Emily said, her tone staying level and never getting too emotionally involved.
"I'm happy." Scott said again, not budging. "And I am not cheating on my wife. Ever."
Emily seemed slightly annoyed that she was having no effect. Finally, as if deciding internally to just say fuck it, she spoke up again.
"What if I offered to show you my breasts?" Emily said. "Would that change things?"
"What?" he replied, shocked. Scott was completely taken aback. He now had this women from the 1600's, this spirit, this ghost, offering to show him her breasts.
"I said, what if I offered to show you my breasts?" she said, pointing her body at him, facing him completely. "I know this dress might not make you think so, but they are quite big."
For the first time, Scott looked at this ghost's chest. The material of her dress was thick and bulky, but she was right. It was clear she had very big breasts. Really full, round, huge breasts. Even though the dress was not low cut or anything, it showed a slight sliver of her smooth, pale cleavage.
"Your wife doesn't have very big ones, I've noticed." Emily said. "They are actually unusually small for a woman in this day and age. Would looking upon a great, big pair like mine change your feelings? Would seeing them make you realize how inferior your wife is? Is it possible that you are far more attracted to a ghost than your wife?"
Scott was absolutely flabbergasted. Sex had been the last thing on his mind at this point, especially with this woman. She was a ghost. The spirit of Christmas Past. And ignoring all that, it wasn't like she was some hot babe. She was a normal, regular-looking, pretty older lady. It was really presumptuous to assume that Scott was ready and raring to fuck her. But, despite all that, even Scott couldn't stop himself from glancing at her chest as Emily unbuttoned her top, and more creamy breast flesh was being revealed. Finally, Scott shook himself.
"No. No. NO!" Scott said, turning away, running out of the room. Without turning around, he called back. "Whatever the next step of this is, let's just go to it. Move on!"
Suddenly, there was a flash, and just like that he was somewhere else.
************
Scott was suddenly in his bookstore again. He looked around, and it looked like he was back to the night this all started, Christmas Eve of the current year. He was all alone in the bookstore, and he didn't know if this was over or what.
Then the door opened.
The bells over the door rang, and as soon as the person entered, it was clear that this was not over. Not by a long shot.
This woman was quite different from Emily. While Emily was an old-fashioned woman, this woman was clearly something more modern.
She was a stacked brunette. She was absolutely gorgeous, with silky hair, perfectly plump lips, striking eyes, and brilliant white teeth. She also had a deep, sexy tan that was even all over. And the way she was dressed? Quite frankly, she was dressed like a porn star.
She was wearing a stretchy, latex Christmas elf outfit and it barely covered her. She looked like a sexy elf, like one of Santa's helpers, but taken to the extreme. She wore tall, high-heeled green boots that went up to her knees. Above that, her sexy thighs were exposed, leading up to a ridiculously small, green latex mini-skirt, which barely went below her ass. I mean barely. Above the hem of her green skirt was her smooth, flat belly and sexy belly button. Dangling from her pierced belly button was a small, silver chain, which ended with a small, colored pin designed in the shape of mistletoe. Her top matched her skirt, a stretched green latex which molded around her absolutely massive breasts. They looked huge on her thin frame, jutting out in front of her, looking so soft and round as they burst from her slim frame like ripe fruit. Her top was practically molded to her huge chest, basically acting like a miniscule sports-bra, stretching around the sides and covering up just enough at the front to remain decent. But it was shockingly low-cut, showing off an impressive amount of her smooth round tits and deep cleavage. The latex had red trim around the edges, right where the tight material dug into her smooth skin. She wore stretchy, latex gloves, colored red, which went past her elbows. And on top of her head, on top of that perfectly styled head of smooth sensuous brown hair was a red and white Santa's hat, the little puff of material at the end bouncing as she walked. Bouncing the same way her mammoth breasts did.
She sauntered daintily into the store, her high-heels clearly keeping her slightly off-balance, but that didn't stop her from walking as fast as she could towards Scott.
"Hi!" she said excitedly, her teeth flashing brilliantly as she bounced towards him, her jiggly bits barely contained by her skimpy outfit. She came to a stop a few feet in front of Scott and put her hands on her hips, posing cutely.
"Hi, hon. I am, like, the Ghost of Christmas Present." she began, talking like a valley girl. "But you can call me Sophie."
"Oh, uh... you're a lot different from the last spirit." Scott remarked, not knowing what to make of this woman. She did not fit in at all with the stacks of heavily bound books throughout the store.
"Oh, yeah. Emily? Ugh!" Sophie remarked. "That woman is, like, super boring. But not me. I guarantee you will find me much more exciting! And my argument will make far more of an impression than hers did."
"Uh... okay." Scott replied, not knowing what to say.
"Okay, so my job is to show you what happened tonight." Sophie began. "What you missed out on by being the honest, good, frankly boring man you currently are. Scott, there is a whole world out there! And you're missing out. You're denying yourself. You're getting nothing! Your wife works all the time and is too exhausted, too plain, and too dull to give you what you need." she said, making these slights against his wife with a huge smile on her face, as if making cute and charming conversation.
"Hey, don't say that!" Scott said, annoyed.
"C'mon Scott!" she began with a bright smile. "Don't be shy. It's okay to bash her. Kate's not around. Feel free to speak openly and honestly about how you really feel about her." she said, noting his continued annoyance at this slighting of his wife. "Scott, you need to face facts. Emily might have been tentative about this, but I won't. You are swimming in good pussy. Swimming in it. There is so much ass in this town alone that you could be having if you just gave the slightest bit of effort. And the fact that you chose that bitch is baffling."
"I'll say it again... don't insult Kate that way." Scott said, losing his cool. Sophie's eyes flashed as she watched the married man lose his temper.
"Mmmm, I love seeing you this way, Scott. So sexy." Sophie purred. "I'm sorry to make you upset, but the truth can be hard to hear. Trust me, all three of us, us three spirits... we've watched you having sex."
"What?" Scott asked.
"What? Did you never feel the chill run up your spine? That sensation of being watched? The hairs on the back of your neck stand on end? Did you ever feel that slight tickle in your balls. That was us, Scott. Watching you in action, and it was pretty obvious that Kate could not keep up. That you fuck like a man who needs and deserves better." Sophie said. At this revelation, Scott felt skeeved out, as if his privacy had been invaded. These three spirits had watched him in action. Watched him during his most private moments. Sophie saw him make this conclusion and she smiled knowingly.
"That's right, Scott. We've seen it all. We've seen the way your wife just lies there and let's you do all the work. We've seen the way your butt flexes when you fuck her. Your butt is very cute, by the way. And... we've seen every inch of your cock at work. We saw how nice and long it is. Nine inches, right? And we saw how juicy and thick it is. God, I don't think I could get my fingers around that monster! Can I try it and see? No? Okay, I know that's too quick. We barely know each other. That'll come later. But I can't wait to touch it. It's so big! We noticed the way it curves slightly to the right. We noticed how trim you keep your pubic hair, like the good, considerate lover you are. And we saw your wife's nasty bush. And yes, we all agreed, even Emily. It was gross." Sophie said with a giggle.
Everything she said was true. His cock was nine inches and thick. He did keep his pubic hair trimmed, and his wife did not return the favor. And yes, she was usually on her back during their lovemaking sessions. Scott was a bit stunned to hear how Sophie and her brethren had apparently seen all of this. Scott didn't know how to react to that, and Sophie sensed this.
"Don't worry, babe. Trust me, you've got nothing to be ashamed of." she said with a laugh. "Our goal is to get you using all that talent to its fullest potential. To get that big dick of yours inside some real women and let them work their magic. And I am your tour guide, and it is my job to guide that thick cock of yours into some slut's tight asshole. And who knows, it may be mine." she teased with a giggle, shaking her butt at the married man. Scott couldn't help but marvel at how tight her latex skirt clung to her round ass.
"Um..." Scott began, not knowing what to say to that.
"Like I said before, Scott." she began. "You are literally surrounded by sluts of the highest caliber. The filth that happens in this city has to be seen to be believed. The rivers are practically flowing with cum. There is so much filthy Christmas sex going on tonight, everyone's having the time of their lives... except you. You're at home, sleeping next to wifey. How sweet! Here, let me show you." she said, sidling up next to him and putting her arm round his shoulders. "I will show the type of Christmas magic that happens every year."
With that, she snapped her fingers, and both of them were transported to a dark sidewalk. The snow was blowing and the streets were silent. Despite being in the cold, neither Scott nor the spirit next to him could feel it.
"Look over there... I think you will see a familiar face." Sophie said, looking out of place in her slutty outfit in the middle of downtown. Scott looked across the street to see one lone figure marching along. And Sophie was right. He did recognize her.
"Christine?" he said questioningly. Sophie nodded. "She's no slut!"
"Christine Kimura is indeed a slut. A slut in the making. Just follow me." Sophie said. Sophie led them across the street, following behind the young woman, who was bundled up in a knit cap and black coat. Since they couldn't be seen, it was relatively easy to follow her. They followed her as she trudged along the snowy sidewalks until she reached her apartment. They followed her inside and stopped in her living room as she took off her coat.
"What?" Scott asked. "She's just gone home, alone. What are you showing me?" Scott asked.
"Just... here. Right here." Sophie indicated, pointing. The shy young Japanese woman hung up her coat and put her hat on a nearby table. She set down her purse and her backpack and poured herself a glass of wine. She simply stood at the counter, sipping the alcohol for a few seconds, strumming her fingers as if trying to decide on something. Then, she came to a choice.
Setting the wine glass in the sink carelessly, she began sauntering to her room. Scott and Sophie followed. Although Scott felt weird being in this young woman's room, a woman he considered a friend, this was kind of the whole point of this exercise, it seemed. So Scott and Sophie stood in Christine's room, waiting for what was next.
And then, Christine began to remove her sweater. And as she lifted the bulky wool sweater over her head, Scott was shocked by what he saw.
Christine had huge breasts. Huge round, smooth breasts, packed into a smooth, silky black bra, the type that looked very expensive. But it was clear that her boobs were perky as hell. How had Scott not noticed them before? Scott knew he shouldn't notice that type of thing, but with breasts as big as hers, Scott figured he should have noticed something. Christine did always seem to dress down in bulky clothing, heavy sweaters and hoodies. But he had no idea her bulky clothing was hiding a body that was this hot.
Scott couldn't notice the way the smooth, creamy flesh of his employee's tits rippled as she moved. The material was slightly see-through, so he could see each of her round, smooth nipples through the bra. She bent over to undo her jeans, and as she pulled them down, Scott realized there was a lot more to shy Christine than met the eye. Christine was wearing a lingerie set. She had smooth, black stockings that clung to her firm legs, and they were connected by suspenders to a matching black garter set. And capping off this outfit was the miniscule black see-through thong she was sporting. The transparent material was letting Scott get a glimpse at her perfectly trimmed pussy, and Tom couldn't help but stare at the tiny landing strip of cunt-hair above her pussy.
Christine kicked her discarded clothes away and turned around and pulled open a drawer. As she did, Scott could see her from behind. He could see her smooth, sexy back, and the way her heavy breasts caused the straps of her bra to dig into her smooth skin. But his eyes were drawn down to her practically bare ass, bisected by the tiny thong. Each round cheek was full and smooth, sitting perkily on her thin frame. She always came across as being meek and small. Scott was surprised to see she had such a sexy, womanly body. As she bent over, her full ass-cheeks parted slightly, letting Scott see the tiny black string running down her ass-crack.
"You see, Scott." Sophie remarked, standing next to him, watching the young woman disrobe along with the married man. "Even a girl as quiet and meek as her likes to feel sexy. To have a sexual side. A slutty side. And she has been right under your nose this whole time. A girl like her... so quiet and passive... just imagine the sexual creature inside her bursting to get out. The lucky man who ends up with her will get a happy surprise. They will have no idea the sexual bombshell that is hidden behind her boring outfits. And knowing how a girl's mind works, I'm guessing she likes wearing outfits like that cause there's a lucky man she has her eye on. A man she probably sees every day." she finished, looking at him pointedly. Scott looked back at her for a second before he realized the point she was making.
"Wait...no, no no." Scott replied. "Christine is not interested in me. Not like that. She's a sweet girl."
"Ha. Sweet girl?" Sophie questioned. "I don't know many sweet girls who can rock a thong like that. I don't know many sweet girls who spend good money to get their lingerie from a specialty boutique. I think the truth is... you don't know her very well at all."
"I know her pretty well." Scott replied. "This is, like... an apparition, or something."
"Really?" Sophie questioned, eyebrow raised. "You think we would do all this and just lie to you? Hardly. We've gone through too much and this is too important to leave this up on the hope of a flimsy lie. Anyone can detect a lie, Scott. And deep down, you know there is truth here. Deep down, you know she has the hots for you in a major way. You know she would do ANYTHING for you!"
"I don't know, Sophie, I..." Scott began. He was interrupted as Christine stood up and shut the drawer in front of her. In her hand, she proudly held up a thick rubber dildo.
"Hmmm, look at that." Sophie began. "Do you think it's a coincidence that this girl you claim doesn't have a crush on you has a dildo that looks to be the exact same size as your thick, married cock? Do you think it might be possible that Christine happily stole a few lusty glances at your married package while you were stacking all those boring books? I know I have. While you stared at her ass, my eyes were elsewhere. But anyway, back to the point. You two have worked together for so long, I'm guessing she has every inch of your dick memorized, even though she's never seen it in the flesh. And honestly, Scott... at this point, you should just show her your dick. When a hot girl and a hot guy work together for that long, it has to get sexual at some point."
"What are you talking about?" Scott asked. "There's nothing between us."
Sophie looked at him with a coy smile then glanced back at the bed. Christine slid onto the silky sheets of her bed and rested her head back on her soft pillow. She slid a hand down her body and began rubbing her pussy through her thong, releasing a soft sigh. Scott blushed, feeling bad about seeing this intimate moment. Christine pulled her thong to the side, baring her small, cute dripping cunt to the audience watching.
"Aw, look at that!" Sophie said excitedly. "Gosh, her pussy is so cute! It's so small and her lips are so plump. God, with how repressed she is, I bet her cunt is crazy tight!"
Part of Scott didn't want to watch, but part of him couldn't look away. Seeing his cute employee so exposed... seeing this new side of her, it was kinda thrilling. Watching her small fingers rubbing gently at her plump lips and throbbing clit, watching her moisture wet her fingers, it was hard to stop watching. After a few minutes of this, she slid the dildo down and started to force it inside her, releasing a soft moan. Once she got the full length inside her, a single word escaped her lips.
"Scott..."
Sophie's eyes flashed in delight as Scott was taken aback. Was it true? Did Christine really want him? No, this had to be fake, an apparition of some sort. A trick.
"Scott... yeah. Fuck me, Scott." Christine moaned out as she worked up a good pace, forcing nearly the entire length of the dildo inside her. Sophie smiled wide.
"Still think this is fake?" Sophie asked. "It feels too real to be fake, doesn't it? I tell you what... if you still don't believe me, next time you talk to her, tell her what you really think of her. Tell her how hot you find her. Tell her you would love to see her dress a little sluttier. Come up behind her, brush the hair from her neck and whisper in her ear how distracting it is to work with someone so sexy. Do that, and I promise you she will melt. She will do whatever you want her to. I guarantee it! No, wait... I can show you."
Posing cutely, she spun to face Scott and snapped her fingers. Suddenly, the soft moans of Christine masturbating were replaced with guttural moans of pleasure. Scott turned to face the bed and his jaw dropped.
On the bed was... himself. He was watching himself in bed, naked, driving his thick cock into the ready asshole of Christine, who was on all fours in front of him, her bare tits swinging below her, her thong and bra removed, but the rest of her lingerie remaining on her. Both her and Scott were coated with sweat as he fucked her ass roughly.
"Ahhh, God! YES! Fuck me, Scott! FUCK ME!" Christine moaned out.
"You like this, bitch!?" Scott growled. He brought his hand down and smacked her bare ass.
SPANK!
"I love it! I LOVE IT!" Christine moaned. "Fuck my ass, Scott!"
"Tell me! Tell me how long you've wanted me!" Scott demanded, reaching under her and roughly squeezing her bare tits.
"Oh, GOD! I've wanted you for so fucking long! I've wanted your huge married dick for so God damn long!" she grunted out. "Is my asshole tight enough for you?"
"Yes!" Scott grunted out. "It's so fucking tight!"
"Do you like it more than your wife?" she asked.
"Yes! I love your fucking asshole more than my gross fucking wife!" Scott proclaimed proudly. "Baby, me and you are gonna be fucking every fucking day!"
"Oh God! FUCK YES!" Christine moaned out.
The Scott that was watching this was frozen in shock. Hearing about the possibility was one thing, but watching it happen was another. Watching himself act in such a different way, watching himself be so rough, so raw, watching himself be so different but so clearly enjoying this act of betrayal... it was shocking to say the least. But seeing Christine... nice, sweet Christine... seeing her body in the flesh, seeing her so enjoy the rough sex she was taking a part of... part of him was disgusted, but as much as he was ashamed to admit, he dick had stiffened watching this.
Sophie suddenly blocked his view, putting her hands on her hips, forcing Scott's eyes to fall on her juicy body again. Her eyes rose from his crotch, seeing how much Scott was enjoying the display in front of him.
"Okay, Scott. We've got a busy night ahead of us... and a lot more to see." Sophie began. "Let's see what Miss Stacy got herself up to tonight." She snapped her fingers, and suddenly, the setting changed to a noisy bar.
The loud music was jarring, causing Scott to jump. He looked around the bar till his eyes fell on Stacy, still wearing the same business suit. Looking at her from behind, her round ass was highlighted by her snug pants, surely done by design to attract male attention. And it had worked, as she was being chatted up by some guy, some business-suit-clad, hair-slicked-back douchebag. Stacy seemed amused at the sight of him, as if she knew exactly what type of guy he was but accepting that he would suit her pressing need. She was clearly not too engaged with this guy, but she was playing along.
"Jealous?" Sophie asked, sidling up next to her, shaking her shoulders bouncing with the music, causing her huge boobs to ripple and bounce lusciously.
"Uh, no!" Scott affirmed.
"I'm not gonna lie." Sophie began, swiveling her chest, causing her latex- covered breasts to sway seductively. "I love that bitch!" she said, pointing her finger at Stacy. "She is a badass. She deserves to be getting it hard and rough every fucking night! And look at that guy. Sure, he's cute, but he is not the man she wanted to be with tonight." she said, glancing over at Scott. "He'll do though."
Sophie snapped her fingers, and the scene changed to Stacy's hotel room. On the darkened bed were two forms. Stacy, nude, was swiveling her cunt around the man's cock. Her bare ass was as round and juicy nude as it looked clothed. She was grinding herself into the man's cock as he played with her huge boobs, squeezing them. Scott and Sophie were at the end of the bed and could only see the back of her.
"You see, the sex is good, but it's missing something, that raw animal attraction that exists between certain people. Now... let's just see what would have happened if you took her up on her very generous offer."
She snapped her fingers again, and they returned to the bar. This time, Scott was there, and he stood at a table across from Stacy. She seemed far more engaged this time than she was with the other guy. Scott's attention was fully focused on him and Stacy. Sophie, meanwhile, was again dancing, putting her hands on her knees and shaking her ass, grinding against people who couldn't acknowledge her presence. This was all in Scott's periphery, as his focus was on Stacy.
Stacy was smiling coyly at her table mate. As this conversation went on, things got more intimate. She would touch his hands or his arms and she would laugh at his dumb jokes. And, as time went on, more and more buttons of her thin top would come unbuttoned. Whenever Scott would look away, she would deftly undo another button. It eventually reached the point where her top was undone past her bra, exposing the lacy black fabric and her round, curved, smooth breasts, bursting to be freed. It was clear she was throwing herself at the married man.
And he was responding. Scott watched as this alternate Scott begin to get more and more comfortable in this interaction with someone he didn't really like. He would open up and become more bold, flirting back with her and checking out her abundant breasts. The couple began smiling at each other, moving in a bit closer as the conversation went on.
"Now..." Sophie began, sidling up to Scott, pushing her big boobs into his side. "That right there... that's attraction. Two people who are sending signals. Two people who are desperate to have sex. Two people who just want to rip off each others' clothes and just get it fucking ON!"
Sophie turned to face Scott. Moving her fingers in close, she snapped her fingers again.
They returned to the hotel room, but this time, the atmosphere in the room was far more jarring.
"FUCK! FUCK! FUCK ME! Fuck me Scott! Fuck my tight cunt!" Stacy screamed out. Scott and Sophie turned to the bed, where they saw Stacy and this version of Scott, and the sex occurring here was far more aggressive than the sex they had seen before. Stacy was literally riding Scott's cock like a bucking bronco, riding its full length over and over again. She was holding the headboard, using it for leverage as she drove into him. Scott's hands were busy, gripping onto her massive smooth breasts as he withstood this barrage from the slut on top of him.
"Holy fuck, Stacy! You're incredible! You're fucking incredible!" Scott screamed out.
"Fuck! I love it!" Stacy screamed out. "It's about god damn time we started doing business together! Long, hot, sweaty fucking business! Fuck yeah!"
"The start of a beautiful fucking relationship!" Scott called out, slapping her huge tits appreciatively.
"Admit it! Admit it you fucker! Admit you've always been more attracted to me than your wife! You've always wanted me!" Stacy moaned out, her sweaty skin slapping against his.
"Yes!" Scott screamed out. "YES! Fuck, you're good! You're so fucking good at this! You're so fucking sexy! I've always wanted to fuck you!"
"I know, baby, I know." Stacy purred out. "Here baby, suck my tits." She grabbed Scott's head and pulled him up till his mouth was smothered with her nipple. "Tell me, Scott. Tell me you love me... already. Tell me you love me more than your plain fucking wife! I know how much you love me. I can feel how hard your dick is!"
"Yes!" Scott moaned out, his mouth slobbering around Stacy's nipple. A shiver went through her and she suddenly pushed Scott back onto the bed and lifted herself off of his dick. She rolled onto her back, revealing her nude form to the audience watching this.
"Damn... those fuckers are like mountains." Sophie said, admiring Stacy's massive breasts as they rolled on her chest as she lied back, jiggling smoothly to a stop, jutting up from her thin form like... mountains, just like Sophie said. Her copious breast flesh was so smooth and perky and tan, and her nipples were throbbing in pleasure.
She lied back and spread her legs, letting one hand slide down her slim belly, down to her naked cunt. She fingered her tight, wet pussy for a few moments as both Scotts watched.
"Scott, I want you to make me cum with your mouth," she panted out, her body pulsing with need. The Scott on the bed didn't hesitate, diving between her legs, attacking her sweet pussy with his mouth. Scott and Sophie both watched as Stacy's head fell back as a huge smile crossed her lips. She mouthed the words 'Oh my God' as her eyes rolled back into her head as her body began to pulse with pleasure.
"HhhhhhhhhhhhhnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnaaaaaaaAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHH!" Stacy screamed out, a hard orgasm hitting her, grabbing Scott's scalp roughly with both hands, forcing his face against her squirting cunt.
Scott turned away, and as he did, Sophie put his hand on his shoulder and snapped her fingers again. Their location changed and they stood in the kitchen of a house.
Scott was still sweating a bit from witnessing that highly-charged encounter, and his breathing was a bit deep. Sophie still had her hand on his shoulder and she squeezed it lightly.
"I know you're not use to seeing really good sex like that and I know how jarring that can be. But trust me, babe, you'll get used to it. Soon, you won't be able to live without it." Sophie said, giving her twisted form of assurance. Scott pulled away and took in his surroundings.
"Wait, is this..." he began.
"Yes!" she said, prancing forward, walking daintily in her high heels. Scott's eyes fell to her jiggling ass before he realized what he was doing and looked away. Sophie turned to face him. "This is your brother's house. A place you haven't been to in years. All those years fighting for your causes and devoted to your work and your dull wife... you haven't been able to make it to those family Christmas get-togethers. You haven't fully embraced the Christmas spirit!" she said brightly.
Scott felt a bit guilty. That was true, what she said. His job had prevented him from taking many breaks, as did Kate's job. So he had been scarce at family get-togethers, and he felt bad about that.
"Now me... I've fully embraced the Christmas spirit." Sophie said. "I am a Christmas slut!" she proclaimed proudly. "And I'm not alone. I think you will find someone here who enjoys Christmas nearly as much as I do."
Sophie led him out of the kitchen out into the living room. There, his family was gathered on Christmas Eve evening, sharing stories. His two brothers were there, as were his parents and some cousins. His oldest brother's 19-year-old son was there, as was his new wife.
Scott's nephew, Caleb, was a good kid, and he had just married his high-school sweetheart, Lindsay. Scott had met her at one of these things when her and Caleb had started dating when both just entered high school, and she had seemed a bit shy and around him and almost a bit intimidated for some reason. When Scott saw her next at her and Caleb's wedding, he almost didn't recognize her. Gone was the lanky, awkward, braces-wearing teen. In her place was a beautiful young woman.
Her lankiness was gone. She had filled out in all the right places and now had the body of a woman. She had an athlete's body, slim and lithe. She ran track and was very active, keeping her nice and trim. But just cause she was trim didn't mean she didn't have curves. Lindsay was sporting a nice pair of perky C-cups, and they suited her well, looking very big on her slim frame. Her ass was round and smooth, a little small but definitely perky and squeezable. And she was absolutely beautiful. Her face had been described as angelic, her creamy smooth skin, like porcelain. Her blue eyes were striking and her blonde hair was like golden silk.
And she wasn't described as being angelic based on her looks alone. She was as sweet as can be, a church-going girl, a girl who was nice and friendly and smart. She was active in the community and a good student. She was everything you would want your daughter to be. But, as Scott took sight of her in the living room, surrounded by his family, one thing was apparent.
She was bored.
She was sitting on the couch, running her fingers along the fabric of the arm rest. Whenever Caleb would look at her, she would smile, but when left unattended, her expression would dip back into one that indicated her disinterest at this family gathering.
Caleb and her had met at church when they were younger, and started dating once they hit high school. And, they had been each others' one and only. And now, at 19, freshly married, she should be happy about life. Caleb was a good kid. Very bright and friendly and smart. Him and Lindsay seemed like they were a perfect match. Seemed like...
"You sensed it immediately, didn't you?" Sophie began, leaning in close. "Nice, sweet Lindsay, so pretty and nice, but so... bored. She married way too young... and didn't experience all there is to see. And she is starting to realize it. Sure, she loves her husband, your nephew, but she is starting to realize she married a boy. And what she needs... is a man."
"You're not saying..." Scott began.
"Didn't you notice the gooey eyes she would give you when you first met?" Sophie began. "She was crazy about you. Didn't you think it was strange how much attention she gave you at her wedding?" she asked. She was right. He had talked quite a bit to Lindsay at her wedding, getting to know her and be impressed by her maturity. "She's disappointed her husband's hunky uncle didn't make an appearance. Do you really think Caleb is man enough for her? I don't. Scott, she is horny as fuck, and she needs it bad. She wants to be taken and ravished by a real man. She wants to choke on a fat, adult dick. She is a true Christmas slut in the making. Watch."
She snapped her fingers, and suddenly, Scott and Kate were in attendance. They were surrounded by family and were happy to catch up. And sure enough, Lindsay was suddenly full of life, chatting up the married man. She was bouncing her feet, swaying her hips back and forth, playing with her hair, giving abundant signals that she was flirting with the married man.
"Let's cut to... an hour later." Sophie said, snapping her fingers.
Christmas music was playing, and Lindsay and Scott were dancing. Kate was talking to Scott's brother, and Caleb was talking to his grandparents. Nobody was paying attention to the young woman shimmying in front of her husband's hunky uncle, a dance that might seem playful but deep down was much more. Scott was dancing too, a bit awkwardly, but he had a few drinks in him and he was having a good time.
"Let's go forward another hour." Sophie said, snapping her fingers again, causing her barely contained boobs to ripple. Suddenly, the get-together was a bit quieter, and Kate and some of the others looked a bit tired, curled up on the furniture. Scott's parents, his brothers, his wife, his nephew, they were all there. But, conspicuously absent, was Scott himself.
And Lindsay.
Scott looked to Sophie and she just winked at him before curling her finger at him, telling him to follow her. He followed her bouncing ass as they neared the bathroom. Scott didn't get too close, but Sophie did. She put her ear to the door and smiled wickedly.
"I can hear her gagging on a big piece of meat... and I don't think it's the Christmas ham." she giggled.
This couldn't be true. Lindsay wanted him too? How was this possible? Was he really surrounded by this many women who wanted him? He should be disgusted, but the feeling of being that desired filled him with a strange sense of manly pride. And it kept his dick hard.
Scott didn't want to get closer and confront the truth, but when the door opened, the truth was confirmed. Lindsay re-entered the living room, wiping her mouth so no one would notice anything amiss. Scott watched this other version of him enter the room, smiling a bit dumbly, as if his head was still lost in the pleasure he just experienced.
Sophie didn't have to say anything. From across the room, she smiled and snapped her fingers again. Suddenly, the room was dark, only lit by the lights of the Christmas tree. Scott watched a nightie clad Lindsay sneak down the stairs and pad across the living room. She walked towards the lit bathroom and pushed the door open. Inside was Scott, smiling, clad only in his pajama pants. Lindsay smiled wickedly, jumped into his arms, and shut the door behind her. Minutes later, her moans broke the silence of this Christmas Eve night.
"So, you see Scott... you are swimming in good pussy, pussy ready for the taking. There are many Christmas sluts out there, just like me. As much as you hate to admit it, anyone who's anyone is having good sex tonight. But you and your wife are tucked away, sleeping the night away while other people have all the fun. Here, let me show you."
She snapped her fingers, and they entered a bedroom. Scott looked at its occupants.
"Oh my God. Is that...?" he began.
"That's right." Sophie began. "Mrs. Thomas might have moved away from you a while ago, but I assure you, she is still very much on the prowl."
Scott was stunned. Mrs. Thomas was getting older, probably in her late fifties. But he had to admit, she still looked good. Sure, she had more wrinkles, and her blonde hair was lined with gray, and her skin was a little too sun-kissed and her heavy breasts had a bit of sag to them but she was still sexy. She was on her bed, nude, her legs around a much younger man as he roughly drilled her needy cunt.
"Mr. Thomas is still a busy man... and unknown to him... so is his wife." Sophie stated, turning to watch the young man drilling this old lady. "You have to admire her, still out on the prowl. But you can't blame her. There is just something about her that is fucking irresistible to young men. You should catch up with her sometime." They both watched as the young man squeezed at her massive breasts, the mature flesh pouring through his fingers.
"She's not alone in having fun tonight. She's not the only Christmas slut" Sophie began. She snapped her fingers. They were suddenly in an office at a party.
In front of him, a man had a woman pressed into a wall, their lips sucking at each other as they made out. She was very attractive, an attractive, busty brunette, and their lips were locked under the mistletoe. They were hidden in an office, and just around the wall from them the party was going on.
"Ahh, Christmas... the perfect time for a wife to figure out who's who in her husband's office. And, the perfect time for a husband to have an excuse to make out with his busty secretary."
Sophie snapped her fingers again.
They were now outside the window of a house in one of the bad neighborhoods in town. Inside the room, a Latina woman and a black woman were all over a man clad in business wear, practically forcing themselves on him, kissing him, touching him, as he tried to push them away. Scott turned to look at Sophie.
"A man on his way home from work, and his car breaks down on the wrong side of town. But when he goes to get help, he starts to realize he might have ended up in the right side of town." Sophie explained. He looked back inside the house, and the women had forced the man onto the bed, his pants pulled off, and his cock revealed. And, as the two women began to remove their clothes...
SNAP!
The scene changed again.
There were in a study in some pretty nice house. There was a woman passed out on a loveseat, and on the couch next to them, a sexy red-head was riding a man's thick cock.
"A wife has too much to drink at a neighborhood Christmas party but... her slutty neighbor certainly didn't mind having the opportunity to talk to the passed-out woman's husband, alone."
SNAP!
They were now in a Christmas party in a house. This one seemed to have a bunch of families in attendance, as one of the fathers was passing out presents to the kids. His wife and her friends were admiring the good-looking husband at work, admiring the way he was so good with the kids. But on the other side of the room was another woman, a red-headed single mother. She had some extra weight on her, making her entire body consist of soft curves as opposed to firm edges. Other women resented her, called her fat, and judged her for so dressing so aggressively sexual, but she didn't mind. She took pride in not being one of those skinny little bitches. She knew men loved her round curves, her round ass, her massive, round breasts. And she knew how to prove it.
"This bitch has curves, and she knows how to use them." Sophie stated. "The hubby handing out the gifts may be married, but he can't take his eyes off this fucking slut. He didn't normally like women with some meat on their bones, but this woman's sexuality is so aggressive. So forward. She wears tight clothes and she does it with style. A woman with her generous curves shouldn't wear something that tight. That slutty. She wears that tight, slinky dress and she rocks the fuck out of it. Those other women hate it, but this happy husband can't take his eyes off those blimps on her chest. Scott, do I even need to show you what happens?"
He didn't need to see any more. He didn't need to see this slightly overweight woman fucking the shit out of this married man. He didn't need to see her massive, round tits. Her smooth, round ass. And Scott could only guess the type of filth that that woman could come up with. God, it would be nasty, wouldn't it?
Sophie could see Scott coming up with the illicit imagery on his own, and she smiled. She let this go on for a few seconds, before...
SNAP!
Suddenly, they were back in the bookstore. Scott was much more shaken than he had been when he was last here. Sophie sauntered up to him.
"So, you see Scott..." she began. Scott's eyes drifted down, noting the way her latex covered breasts bounced, before his eyes fell to her jiggling, deep cleavage. He almost lost himself in the softness before he looked up. "There are all sorts of filth going on tonight, and here you are... missing out. Do you want to go through life missing out on all the pleasures you could be having?"
"I'm uh... I'm very happy." Scott said, his dick still hard. As much as he hated to admit it, witnessing all this filthy imagery had gotten to him slightly. He had seen so much he wasn't used to seeing. Filthy sex. People he trusted having these secret, sexual sides he wasn't aware of. He had seen massive breasts, perfect round asses, and sex so aggressive and nasty he couldn't believe it was real.
"Scott, don't lie." Sophie insisted. "The shit that goes down on nights like tonight is practically pornographic. You could have been fucking Christine, or Stacy, or Lindsay, and no one could have blamed you. You could be having rough, nasty sex with three sluts who are dying for your cock. And those three are just the beginning. I'm sure Mrs. Thomas won't turn you away. And plus, there is a whole world out there, pussies and asses waiting to get stretched around that fat cock of yours."
"What you showed me was pretty..." he began.
"Hot?" Sophie finished.
"Uh, no... pretty shocking." Scott corrected. "But, I'm a married man. I made a promise. I don't want to throw that all away." Sophie looked annoyed, cause she knew he wanted to cheat despite his meagre protestations.
"Scott, you can't tell me you don't want to see this body." Sophie said, posing again in front of him. "I can easily peel off these tight clothes and show you the goods. Show you my huge, round breasts..." she teased, running her fingers over her soft mounds and circling her nipples. "Or, I could pull my tight skirt up and show you my bare cunt!" she said emphatically, letting her fingers trail down to the hem of her skirt. "Or, I could turn around, pull my skirt, and let you see my bare ass." she offered, spinning around and shaking her firm butt at him teasingly. He watched her hot body for a moment.
"No. No, Sophie!" he insisted. "Besides you guys are... ghosts, right? That's not even possible." He said.
"Oh, it is Scott. It really is. Just say the word, and you could be balls deep inside my tight cunt in seconds! God, I've wanted to spread my legs for you for so long!" she purred.
"Sophie... I can't." he said. "It's not gonna happen."
Seeing the married man was not close to breaking yet, she pushed her lower lip out in a pout.
"Okay." she began, "But I guarantee you will regret it. When you see what's coming next, you will come crawling back, begging to see the goods. Compared to what's coming next, I'm practically a saint. You have no idea what you're in for. Just wait till you meet Rowena."
"What?" Scott asked. "Who's Rowena?"
Sophie simply smiled and lifted her fingers.
SNAP!
*************
Scott stood outside of his bookstore, on a cold, blustery winter day. The wind howled down the desolate street. Scott turned to glance at his humble bookstore only to find a different building in its place, a cold, imposing skyscraper. The cold air was bracing as he stood in the dim late-afternoon light, bringing his arms in close to keep warm.
Where was he? What had happened? What had happened to his store? Was this the future?
Scott looked around, trying to figure out what was happening. That was when he realized someone was standing a few feet away. And when he saw the figure behind him, he nearly fell back.
Where Emily was slightly old-fashioned and off-putting, and Sophie was effervescent and perky, this figure was something else entirely. This figure looked like death. Literally.
Scott found himself looking at what appeared to be the grim reaper. This figure was in a long black coat that covered most of her face. And yes, it was clear this was a woman, as her lips and chin looked very feminine. Also, her cloak clung to her frame, and in this vision of black, one nearly bare, ghostly pale female leg appeared from beneath, ending with a black high-heeled shoe. And as this figure lifted its arm, a single, bony, pale hand emerged, pointing at him.
As this specter of death pointed at Scott, he was terrified. He didn't know what was happening, and why this was happening, and now seeing this terrifying figure, he began to panic. Not finding the words to scream, he slipped and fell back onto the street. He pushed himself back, freaking out, not knowing what to do.
This figure walked towards him, doing so in a strange, herky-jerky fashion. As she got closer, her upper half tilted to the side before she straightened up. For a moment, she looked down at Scott, before she looked beyond him at where his building used to stand.
"Time wears down everything." the cloaked figure said, her regal voice rich and velvety yet dripping with dark intentions. "Hopes and dreams, good intentions... it all crumbles in the face of the mightiest force of all: Time. Time unflinchingly, ruthlessly, callously grinds down everything to dust. It's a spectacular sight. It all fades away, and only the lucky few ever truly leave a mark."
"What?" Scott asked, baffled again. She looked down at him.
"This is your chance, Scott... to truly leave a mark." she spoke. "For I am the Ghost of Christmas Yet to Come, and I WILL change your mind. Haha." she laughed confidently, her face still obscured by the cloak.
"Wait, you're the spirit?" he asked, getting to his feet. "You're Rowena?"
Despite not being able to see her face, he could tell she bristled at the use of that name. But she moved on without stopping.
"You had dreams of being a beacon of hope in this city. But you have no idea what you have gotten yourself into. As long as this city has existed, it has been a den of sin. The evil runs too deep. The stain cannot be washed off. It only grows. Spreads. Anyone who grew up here, grew up in this environment, has that sin deep within them. It's all ABOUT... bringing it to the surface." she purred, her voice rising and falling, running her exposed bare hand across his shoulder as she walked.
Even by seeing just her bare leg and her hand, it was easy to make a few conclusions. First of all, she was pale. Like, really pale, her skin so white some veins were visible through the snowy flesh. And, judging by the lines on her hands, it was clear that this specter was older. An old lady. Her cold fingers running across the back of his neck made him shiver. A cold chill seemed to follow her, cause it felt like her presence dropped the temperature around him by ten degrees.
She stood in front of him and stared at him, causing him to look away. She was slightly taller than him, and her appearance and manner were very imposing. The wind around them made the hood ripple, but the rest of the cloak hugged her figure. She seemed tall but thin, the black cloak clinging to her feminine hips, long legs, and... as much as he hated to admit it, he couldn't help but notice that this terrifying spirit had mammoth, round breasts, a feature at odds with her thin frame, but in total agreement with her imposing nature.
"As you can see, your greatest dream, your beacon of hope in this town of darkness, is in rubble." Rowena said. Scott looked over her shoulder, at his now dilapidated business. "The disease that infects this town spreading over it, consuming it, chewing it up and spitting it out. All that work, all those beliefs... for nothing. For naught. In the end, it's all a waste. And there's nothing sadder than a wasted life."
"This isn't true." Scott replied, standing up to this grim specter. "This is a trick. You're lying to me, trying to deceive me!"
"Ha...ha...ha." Rowena laughed slowly, mockingly. "Sin always wins in the end. Drowns out all that is good and true. Sin lies in the heart of man. Man wants to sin. Man craves to sin. It is in their nature. Because sinning... is so fucking good!" she said proudly. "That is why the hopes and dreams of men are always ground into dust. That is why those who embrace sin, who live their lives devoted to it, will always win in the end. Those who are willing to break any rule, to do whatever it takes, they will always succeed in the end. Cause man wants any excuse to live in sin, to drown in it. Men will willingly walk to their doom if getting there is worth the price. And Scott, what we three are offering you is well worth the one-way ticket to hell. It will be worth it just to be able to experience heaven every day."
"No!" Scott affirmed. "I'm happy! I do things the right way. I love my wife!"
"Even when you know the life you live will be wasted?" Rowena asked, still mostly hidden behind her cloak. "Even though your life's work meant nothing? Even though you know the forces you tried so hard to fight will win in the end? Even though it's against your very nature, you still won't give in?"
"No." Scott said firmly. "I'm not changing my mind."
With a crack, she snapped her fingers, and suddenly, they were very far away. Scott blinked and tried to figure out his new location. A chill went through him when he figured it out.
He was looking at his own gravestone.
Scott couldn't put into words the cold chill that went through him. It was surreal to see this. And then he looked next to the heavy granite gravestone, and next to his was another.
His wife's.
A tear formed in his eye as he saw this. He was seeing his wife's gravestone, and that was enough to make any man crumble with emotion. He noted the date, and saw that this was a long time from now. Both him and his wife had at least made it to old age.
He looked around and realized he was at his and his wife's funeral. The pastor was speaking and the crowd listened in. There were many recognizable faces there. Relatives. Friends. Acquaintances. All to honor him and his wife.
As the ceremony came to a close, people gathered in some groups. A group of women gathered together to talk, a group of older women.
Scott looked around and realized who they were. He saw Christine, looking much older, but still very attractive. He saw Lindsay, who was probably in her forties at this point and still looking good. He saw Stacy, looking pretty old, but still pretty damn attractive. He saw some other women too, some of Kate's friends and his friends.
"What a sweet story." one of the women said. "Dying together at the end."
"He was loyal to her to the very end." another woman said. A pause fell between them, and it was clear they were all on the same page. Finally, Lindsay spoke up.
"Do you think... he actually stayed totally loyal to her?" she asked tentatively.
"I think so." Christine said.
"Shame." Stacy said. As if releasing the tension, all the women spoke up.
"Yeah!"
"I know."
"Listen..." Lindsay began. "We're all in agreement that he could have had any one of us, right?"
"Oh my God, yes." one of the women said.
"I was ready to spread my legs in an instant." Stacy said.
"God, he stayed so hot, even when he got older."
"Oh my God, I know!"
"I wanted him to do filthy things to me." Christine said.
"But he seriously didn't slip up once?" Stacy asked, incredulous. All the women shook their heads.
"I mean, Kate was my best friend." One of the women began, "But... you know... no one could have possibly blamed him for cheating on her."
"Oh, I know."
"God, even though he was married, he was the most eligible bachelor in town."
"I had such a huge crush on him when I was younger." Lindsay stated. "Every time I saw him...God, I would have done everything to that dick of his."
"There was just something about him."
"And he still had it too. Kate told me this little hot thing moved in down the street and was practically throwing herself at Scott. His magic still worked."
"What a waste." Lindsay said.
"To Scott Baker..." Stacy began, holding up her drink. "That nice, sweet, dumb son of a bitch. He could have had it all."
"Agreed."
"Indeed." Christine said. The group of boisterous women clinked their drinks together and drank to Scott's wasted potential.
The crack of snapping fingers hit Scott's ears again, and he was suddenly back out near the gravestones. Only this time, they were eroded slightly, worn by weather and time. There were no flowers and the grass was overgrown.
"Mmmmm." Rowena purred, re-appearing behind him. Scott felt the chill of her presence, but he didn't look back. She moved in close behind him, her breasts pressing into his back. "I can feel the conflict in you. And it's delicious." she whispered, baring her teeth near his ear. Before he knew what was coming, Rowena extended her tongue and licked up the side his face, causing Scott to jump away.
"What are you doing?" an emotional Scott cried out. Seeing his own funeral, his wife's funeral, hearing those things they said, it was a bit too much to handle.
"All your life, Scott, the entirety of your existence, carved into a cold block of stone. That's all the impact you had. That's your story, and as you can see, time is grinding that away as well. Soon, there will be nothing. No kids. No story. No impact." Rowena purred.
"You're lying!" he screamed out.
"You know I'm not." she replied. "You know deep down I'm right. You know you've chosen a boring existence, a boring life, and a boring wife. You know this is your future, and it terrifies you. It terrifies you to know how little your life matters. But it could! It could mean something. As you saw, you left behind a group of very unsatisfied, bored women. Women whose lives you could have improved immensely. And that's just the women in your small social circle. There's a whole world out there, Scott. Imagine the impact you could make if you put that dick on the open market. If you used it the way it should have been used. If you decided to grab life by the horns, to live life to its fullest, and fuck as many bitches as you could get at the end of your thick cock!"
"No, I'm... satisfied." he stammered.
"Are you?" Rowena said. "Does little precious Kate really give you what you really need? I doubt it. The fact that I have told you that all that you've worked for is for naught, that your life will be nothing but a boring, slow march to death with no excitement, no children... no life lived, the fact that I've told you this and you still don't want to change tells me that you are simply being stubborn. That you don't like being told what to do. Cause only a fool wouldn't change knowing what you know now. Only a fool would willingly walk towards their doom and not wonder if they should change directions. And you can. Easily. You are proving nothing to no one by living a boring life to its end. So, why not change?"
"Because I love my wife." Scott replied. "I made a vow. A promise. I've made choices in my life that I stand by. The reason these decisions fail is because people are too weak to stay strong. They let themselves be corrupted."
"It's because corruption is so much more fun." Rowena replied. "You feel the darkness inside you, don't you? The urge to sin. Even with me."
"What?" he replied, taken aback. Suddenly, as quick as a flash, she brought her leg up next to him, balancing it on the top of his wife's gravestone, the point of her high-heel digging into the granite. Her bare leg was now directly next to him, the smooth, pale flesh inches away.
"You are terrified of me, Scott." She began. "But I also make your balls boil. Despite your strong, unbending love for Kate, that hasn't stopped you from checking me out. Me, a spirit... a ghost... You may fear me, you may not understand me, but I do make your cock throb. You've only seen a hint..." she said, running her fingers across the pale skin of her leg. He looked up to see her lips curl into a slight smile. "But you want to see more." She whispered, looking down towards her chest, to her jutting melons pushing out towards him.
"No... No!" Scott replied, shaking his head. She smiled knowingly.
"You can't help yourself. There's something inside you, bursting to get out." Rowena said. "You've checked out my legs..." she said, running her hand up her leg. "My breasts." She said, letting her bare hand slid across the round, jutting mounds. She pulled her leg down and turned her back to Scott. The cloak clung to her back and over her round, heart-shaped ass. "And now, you're checking out my ass."
Scott's eyes darted up as her lips curled into a smile. She turned back to face him, holding up her arm to her side, her hand hanging down. She jutted out her hip as she began to approach him.
"You've seen only a hint of what I have to offer." Rowena replied, indicating her shining, pale flesh. "But I guarantee you want to see what I have hidden under this robe. Hehehe." Her upper half listed over slightly before again straightening herself. "Despite everything, you have checked out the tits and asses of every one of us spirits. The selfish, greedy side of you is bursting to get out. Stop thinking up here..." she said, pointing at her own head. "And start thinking about what those heavy balls of yours need. What they crave. You have a wife who works hard and is too tired to give you the pleasure you need every night. And even when she is willing, what she provides is... lazy. Perfunctory. She has never been able to give you the lusty sex a man like you needs. She does not have the temperament, the creativity, the desire or the body to care for you in the way you need to be cared for. It would be impossible for you to still be attracted to her in the way you used to be. When a man goes home night after night, knowing he isn't getting much from his dull, boring wife... his desire for her would just plummet."
"That's not true..." Scott replied softly, backing up.
"Admit it, Scott. You are not attracted to your wife anymore. Hehehe." Rowena said.
"No, I still..." he began.
"She's not hot enough for you." Rowena continued.
"She's... pretty." Scott said.
"She doesn't have big enough breasts for you." she said softly, still hammering away at his fidelity, jutting out her chest.
"She does." Scott replied, his argument weakening.
"ADMIT IT!" she roared, causing Scott to nearly jump out of his skin. "Stop fucking around, Scott Baker! Stop mewling and whining! Tell me the truth!"
"I am!" Scott replied, trying to find the strength to stand up to this terrifying creature. He kept backing up, but he ran into a tall ornate headstone, taller than him, bringing him to a stop. Like a flash, she moved in front of him, so her chest was pressed into his. He was sandwiched between this spirit and the stone behind him. On one side, hard granite. The other side...softness. Her mouth was inches from his. He tried to move his head back as much as he could, away from her.
"Seeing all those sluts and their hot bodies, you wanted them. You wanted that life. You want to be the kind of guy who cheats on his wife, who has bitches on his dick day after day. All you have to do is admit the truth. Admit these sexy sluts turn you on! Admit that you want them. You want their bodies." Rowena said firmly, baring her teeth, chomping them together an inch from his face.
"No..." Scott said.
"STOP LYING!" she screamed out again, freaking him out. She pressed herself into him. "I can feel your desire!" she said, her crotch pressing into his, his throbbing cock pressing into her body. "Admit you want to fuck them! Or... admit you want to fuck me." she whispered, blowing into his ear.
Why was his cock so hard? Scott wondered. Sure, this whole thing had been highly sexually charged, and some of it had been quite thrilling to watch. Though it was like watching porn. He was simply watching from afar. But theses spirits kept pushing him, hammering into him, trying to get him to admit to something he had never even thought about. He never once felt the urge to cheat on his wife. It never even entered his thought process. Now, these spirits were throwing it in his face, telling him he wanted this, aggressively throwing their sexuality at him, wanting him to react.
He and his wife didn't have sex as much as they used to. Both of them worked hard and were very stressed out, so by the time the moment came for intimacy, neither could muster up the energy. Of course, Scott would like to be having more sex. Who wouldn't? And sure, since they had sex less and less, Kate had not been so keen on keeping herself in fighting shape, so to speak. She didn't get all sexed up like she used to. And when they did have sex, it just sort of happened. There was no build up, no foreplay. It was just kind of spur of the moment, and more about being a stress relief than anything.
Now, he had been put in some deeply sexual situations by these three spirits, and it had been a long time since he had been in a situation close to this. It had been a long time since he had been hit on like this, so aggressively. Sure, there was Stacy and her flirting, but she didn't push him that hard, so Scott had been able to keep her at a distance. Plus, she always talked to him in a professional setting, so she didn't have the opportunity to give him the full 'sales pitch'. It wasn't like he had aggressive sluts confronting him at the bar going after his dick.
Now these voluptuous women were aggressively attempting to seduce him. Sure, part of it was kinda exciting, but it was also terrifying. These were ghosts, spirits that were trying seduce him. But, they had some allure. They had massive, perky breasts, full, round asses, and long, firm legs. They were going after that base male instinct that wants those things. And while Scott was a well-informed, modern man, he would be lying if he said those features weren't plusses. What man didn't want to be with a beautiful and voluptuous woman? He had never been with a woman with such copious curves as these three spirits, and judging by these visions he had been shown, he had to wonder if he was missing out. Kate certainly didn't have those kinds of curves. Her breasts were merely small and cute. These women, these spirits, they didn't deal with small and cute. Their cup sizes were mammoth, far more fitting with their aggressive natures. These women were aggressively sexual, so blunt they beat you over the head with it. And for a guy so inexperienced in that side of life, despite knowing better, there was a certain appeal there.
Emily was a bit plain and old-fashioned, but her body was impressive, and her breasts were enormous. Plus, there was a certain sizzle to the fact that someone like her would just presume Scott would just want to drop everything and have sex with her. That spoke to her aggression.
Sophie was more outwardly sexual. She put it all out there. Her big, perky tits, her smooth legs, her round ass. She was definitely a bit catty, but her sexuality was so blunt it couldn't be avoided.
Rowena was a whole different creature altogether. The fact was Scott had only seen bits and pieces of her. Outwardly, she was terrifying, but seeing hints of the body she had, being teased in that way, was kind of appealing. However, it was clear she was crazy. Her mannerisms, her shifts in attitude, her appearance, her clothing... this was not a stable individual. But crazy chicks did have a certain pull to them, right? Being so sexually aggressive to this clean-cut, nice husband might just be the key.
Now she stood inches away, pressed into him, bludgeoning him with her sexuality, trying to get him to break. And it was working, cause being pursued so fiercely had him rock-hard. He had trouble explaining it, but it was a fact. Her method of attack was working and she knew it. She could feel it pressing into her.
"Admit it, Scott." she said, uncomfortably close, her cold breath raising goose-bumps on his neck and sending a ripple through his cock. "You want me... you want to see my body. You're harder for me than you've ever been for your wife, and you've never even seen my face." Her lone, exposed hand slid down to his crotch and circled around his bulging shaft, gripping it tightly. "Mmmmm, I can feel your lust. All that tasty sin bursting to escape." she whispered in his ear, tickling his swollen balls with her fingertips. "I can smell your need. God, you must have cum bursting from your pores."
With that, she leaned in close and extended her tongue, licking from his ear and across his cheek. His mouth opened in shock, just in time for Rowena to slip her tongue into his open mouth. Scott was startled. This woman whom he was terrified of had now forced her tongue into his mouth. Her tongue was like a snake, coiling around his own, filling his mouth. She forced herself on him, pressing into him, her lips against his as her tongue worked its magic in his mouth. As she did this, she kept massaging his cock, breaking down his defenses. She slid her hand from his shaft and pushed herself into him, forcing him to hump his cock into her. She then grabbed her wrist and slid his hand around her, forcing it onto her rear. She slid her palm around him and forced him to squeeze her round, juicy ass.
He complied, letting his fingers grip her firm backside, feeling the ripe, firm flesh in his manly hand. He realized he was falling deeper under her control, and he tried to pull away. He pulled his mouth off of hers and tried to slide away. But quick as a flash, she brought her arm up and pressed it into his throat, pinning him against the stone behind him.
"I don't think so!" she snarled, baring her teeth for him again. From within her robe, she produced a small knife, and she now gripped it in her palm. Scott saw this and began to panic.
"No... no! Wait! Please!" he cried out. She pushed it closer to him, the knife now between them. She glanced at him for a moment, most of her face still shrouded in darkness. "Please don't!" he said, panicking. She paused, letting the knife dangle in the air, before her lips curled into a wicked smile. She brought the knife closer to herself. She ran the tip over her cloak that was covering her prodigious rack. With a jerk, she stabbed the knife into the material between her breasts, cutting through it easily. With a ripping noise, she cut down, from the tops of her breasts down, following the crevasse between her massive jugs. She sawed through the material, and as she got lower Scott was able to see her mammoth, heavy breasts bursting out from within. Now that the surface tension of the cloak had been breached, her bursting boobs helped the knife, their weight forcing the cloak to split along the seam she had created, revealing the smooth, ghostly pale flesh within. The cloak began to burst apart at her chest down the middle until the split came to a stop just below her breasts. Her breasts burst out from this split, the material covering just enough to keep her nipples hidden, but the jiggling inner halves and her deep cleavage were completely exposed to Scott's eyes. They bounced around for a few moments before coming to a stop. Scott had been trying to fight her off, but his eyes were drawn down to her deep, fleshy breasts.
"There you go, Scott. There you go." Rowena purred softly. Her hand curled around the back of his head, gripping his scalp roughly. She began to pull him forward, expecting him to put up more of a fight.
He put up none.
Scott offered no resistance as he was drawn face first into Rowena's massive rack. As the cloaked woman pulled him face forward into her chest, Scott's eyes fell to the dark cavern between her round breasts, and part of him knew he was being drawn to his destiny. He was being drawn into darkness.
Then his face collided with the soft, pale flesh, his face smothered by this ghost's giant rack. She scrubbed his face against her milky jugs, making sure the entirety of his face made contact with her big tits. He was pulled so deeply in, and it felt like he was smothered in softness up to his ears, cause when the crack echoed through the cemetery, he didn't hear it.
He was too busy drowning.
*************
Scott didn't know how long he was out, but when he blinked his eyes to escape the darkness, he saw he was in another brand new place. Somewhere he didn't recognize. He was on his back on a dusty wooden floor in an old looking, fancy bedroom. He got to his feet and cleared his cloudy thoughts.
There were some paintings on the wall, some light decorations and a wooden dresser. And the main feature of the room was a large wooden four post bed with heavy sheets on top. Scott noted the door across the room and was about to move towards it when it opened.
From the darkness behind the door emerged Rowena, her cloak still a liquid black, blending into the darkness beyond the door. Her cloak was still ripped apart in the center and the ghostly glow of her massive pale breasts led the way, bouncing with every step. Her long, pale leg was still exposed, as was her chin, lips, and one of her hands. She smiled smugly as she entered the bedroom.
"Welcome to the final confrontation, Scott." she began. "Where you fulfill your destiny and learn your place in the world. And to do this, I will need some help."
From the open doorway behind her another figure appeared. Emily entered the room, the Ghost of Christmas Past. She was still clad in her old-fashioned dress. She kept her eyes on Scott, and maintained an even expression on her face as she came to a stop next to Rowena. And then from behind them, another figure emerged.
"Oh my God! Scott!" Sophie squealed out, bouncing into the room. Still cloud in her sexy Christmas elf latex outfit, the Ghost of Christmas Present still walked daintily in her high-heeled boots. She came to a stop next to Rowena, her boobs jiggling over the edges of her tight outfit. "I'm so happy! I wasn't sure if we'd see each other again!"
"Uh... hi." Scott remarked unsure.
"So, how'd you get him to go along with it?" Emily asked. Rowena smiled smugly.
"You two asked... I took." Rowena said simply.
"Go along with what?" Scott asked.
"Scott, tonight you will find your place in this world. You will find true fulfillment, success on both a personal and professional level. You will change your future, your life, and your legacy, all at the cost of one broken heart." Rowena began.
"What?" Scott asked.
"Now is the time you start cheating on your wife, Scott." Emily said. "When you forsake your wife, throw away the vows you made to her, scoff at any promises you made to her, and laugh at her as she realizes her loving husband slowly slips away from her."
"What do you mean?" Scott asked.
"Scott, this is the best part!" Sophie began, literally shaking with excitement. "Scott, you're gonna get what you've wanted from the beginning. You are going to fuck all three of us! Isn't that exciting?" she squealed out.
"What? No!" Scott affirmed. "I don't want to do this!" he pleaded.
"Ha...ha...ha." Rowena laughed slowly. "If you truly felt that way, it wouldn't have been so easy to pull you, face first... into these." she said, pointing at her quivering breasts. "You want this, Scott. Your body wants this. Your heart wants this. Your mind wants this. Tonight's the night you begin living life to its fullest. Where you say fuck the rules, fuck society, fuck your wife, by deciding... not to fuck your wife. Where you live only to take what you want, damn the consequences. Where you leave the world a dried out husk in your wake, just like we plan to. You just need to admit what you want. What you need!"
"And what you need is to fuck all of us!" Sophie jumped in. "Fuck all three of us! Fuck us hard and fill our tight pussies with hot cum! Yay!" she said, clapping her hands excitedly.
"Fuck us each in every hole." Emily continued. "Fuck us hard. Fuck till we all can't see straight."
"I... no, I can't. I won't." Scott pleaded. He recognized their attractiveness, but they were all twisted spirits, and he couldn't possibly understand how this encounter was even happening. He wanted to stay loyal to his wife. He loved her. He was happy with his life. Right?
"Scott, face it, you've been drooling over our tits all night." Sophie said.
"No, I haven't." he replied defensively. All three women just looked at him, knowing he was lying.
"Well, we'll see how you feel after this. Emily..." Rowena said, turning towards Emily. With that, Emily began to unbutton the front of her dress.
"No, no, no, no." Scott stammered, holding out his hand, pleading with her to stop. "I don't want this!" he begged as Emily quickly unbuttoned her way down the dress, reaching her waist. Emily looked up at him with a narrow smile and grabbed the sides of her now slightly parted dress in each hand.
"Take a look at these." she said, pulling the dress apart, "Then tell me what you want."
Emily's large breasts burst out from their coverings, bouncing with this motion, before jiggling to a stop. Her creamy boobs jutted outward, round and smooth and just fucking huge. They rode high on her chest with little sag, the soft inner halves of them riding together, creating a natural, deep cleavage. Her pink nipples were hard, swollen with need. Ripples went through her breasts as she extricated herself from the rest of her big dress, exposing more naked flesh to the married man. Finally, her dress fell to her ankles, leaving her completely nude.
Where before, Scott thought of Emily as someone who was pretty, but not someone that would necessarily draw your gaze in a crowd. But now, he couldn't take his eyes off of her. Her body was crazy hot. Even though she was kinda pale (not as ghostly as Rowena, mind you), the look worked for her. Seeing this woman so exposed for him, seeing the expanse of her flesh, her fit belly, her trimmed pussy with a mere tuft of hair, seeing her firm legs, it was thrilling. Now that he was gazing upon her body, her look had transformed in his mind, from pretty to sexy. She gave Scott a quick spin, showing off her round, juicy rear end to him. Scott admired her full heart shaped ass, each cheek firm and sexy. Emily looked a little unsure of herself, but she was getting into this.
"Looking hot!" Sophie called out to her. Scott glanced over at her. She was pressed up against Rowena, slightly behind her, looking over her shoulder. Rowena turned to look at her, taking her lone exposed hand and sliding it around Sophie and letting it land against her ass. Scott watched as she ran her index and middle finger along Sophie's latex covered ass-crack.
"Your turn, bitch." Rowena purred to Sophie, looking down at her. Sophie flashed a bright smile at her then stepped back, turning to face Scott.
"Alright, baby..." she began, her big breasts swaying lightly as she came to a stop. "It's time to see your Christmas slut unwrapped!"
Scott couldn't muster any words to get her to stop. They weren't gonna listen, and truth be told, he kinda wanted to see her in the buff.
As quick as a flash, she turned slightly and, smoothly like a dancer, she put one leg onto the bed. This motion caused her latex skirt to rise up, so Scott was able to see the smooth upper half of her tan, sexy legs and the round underside of her ass. Flashing a sexy smile at Scott, she slid her hands down her sexy leg and unzipped the tall latex boot, revealing more of her bare leg, as the boot yawed open. She pulled her bare foot from the boot and tossed the boot away. She switched legs, and this motion allowed Scott to nearly see up her tiny skirt. She quickly extricated herself from her other boot, then turned to face him once again, now barefoot.
She peeled off her long, latex gloves and tossed her hat aside as well. Then, smiling teasingly at Scott, she reached down and grabbed the lower hem of her top, under her fleshy breasts. She began to pull at the hem, and as she did, the lower halves of her heavy breasts began to burst from the top, bouncing firmly around her clasped fingers. She peeled the top out and up, around her jutting rack, until finally, those two mounds of succulent flesh fell out of her top. As she lifted her arms up to remove her top completely, Scott took in her rack for the first time.
They looked like the ideal pair of big breasts. They were huge and smooth and round, like perfectly ripe fruit. They possessed the same smooth, even tan as the rest of her did, and her hard nipples and round areolas were the only interruptions in this smooth flesh. They rode high on her chest, riding close together, the soft flesh of the inside halves of her breasts kissing together softly, creating a deep chasm between them.
She bent over slightly, her arms pushing her big breasts together as she reached down and gripped her fingers in the hem of her skirt, teasing pulling it down for a few moments, before finally, with a coy smile, she peeled her skirt down, pulling it over her round, jutting ass and letting it drop, pooling around her ankles.
Sophie stood proudly naked in front of the married man, wearing a wide smile and nothing else. She put her hands on her hips, her fingers pressing into her smooth skin. Her pussy was completely bare, and Scott couldn't take his eyes off of it.
"Ladies... it's my turn." Rowena said coolly. Sophie spun on her heels, showing Scott her round, juicy backside as she approached her cloaked colleague. Emily did the same, approaching Rowena from the other side, her breasts rippling as she walked. They stood on either side of Rowena as she faced the married man directly. Each of the two spirits grabbed the cloak in the middle where the cloak had split open, right at her chest. Emily and Sophie each had one hand gripping the split cloak, the backs of their fingers pressed against Rowena's bulging mounds as they held tight, ready to pull at a moment's notice.
Scott didn't know what to do. On one hand, he obviously shouldn't want to see this cloaked spirit's huge breasts, but part of him was curious what she looked beneath the veil. He couldn't find the words to fight back.
"Now!" she said firmly, and both Sophie and Emily began to pull. As if the cloak were made to be pulled apart, to be torn into shreds, the dress began to split along the seam Rowena had started. It split up and down, up towards her neck and down towards her crotch. More of her ghostly pale flesh began to emerge from within. Her chest. Her stomach. Her neck. Her cunt. With one last hard jerk, the dress split completely, from her neck to her ankles. The two women released their grip and allowed the cloak to fall to the floor.
The true Rowena had emerged. And once one laid eyes upon her, there was no looking away.
There was just so much about her that drew the eye. She was indeed as pale as the few glimpses he had had of her indicated. The expanse of her flesh was pale and ghostly with barely any color whatsoever, so pale she almost shown bright in the dim room. But, that didn't mean she didn't have color.
Her skin was covered with tattoos. Not just stray, disparate tattoos here and there. They were all over. They went all across her belly, up to just under her breasts. They went around the outsides off her massive rack, the majority of the breast skin left bare, with only the outer edges adorned with ink. Her upper chest was covered as well, up to her collar. Her shoulders and her arms were covered with strange designs, ending near her wrists. Down lower, some of the tattoos were approaching her exposed vagina, getting very close above it and around it, but the vagina itself was left bare. The tattoos crept down one leg, the leg that had been exposed to him earlier, but ending on her upper thigh. On the other leg, the designs went down to her ankles. Her pale flesh must have been the dream canvas for some twisted tattoo artist, but Scott had no idea what kind of person could come up with the designs that adorned her flesh.
The tattoos were very strange. Some of them were odd designs and symbols, almost like hieroglyphs, designs Scott couldn't decode. In other spots there was text, but in a strange language Scott had never seen before. There was no rhyme or reason to any of it. In some spots, the tats were neat and orderly, in clear deliberate designs or patterns. In other spots, the tats were haphazard, fitting where they could find a bit of tract in her pale flesh. Beyond the text and strange symbols, some of them were more tangible designs, like ornate pieces of armor. Some parts looked like dragon scales. Another looked like a snake crossing her flesh. Some of them looked like portions to some strange map.
Some of the designs were slightly terrifying. There were some very detailed designs of spiders, and fangs. Some designs on her arms looked like screaming, disembodied spirits, the slight bit of facial features discernable in the design were twisted in an unholy scream of terror.
There was something different about these tattoos. Something unearthly. These tattoos had no color, just a dark, inky black... an inhuman black, a black so deep it felt like you could fall into it and disappear into a dark void forever. Their darkness was set off even more by her pale skin, which seemed to glow in distinction to the darkness. It was a hypnotizing contrast.
Rowena noticed Scott admiring her tattoos, so she spun around to let him admire the other half of her body. And admire he did.
Much like the front of her, the tattoos on her back was an amalgam of the strange and the ornate. Her back was nearly completely covered, up to the back of her neck. Some of the tattoos from the front curling around her back as well. Some of the tattoos infringed upon her round ass, not fully invading the perky flesh but pressing in on its territory, some of the designs making it onto her round cheeks, but for the most part, the designs went around her ass, splitting off at her lower back and going around her hips and down to her legs, covering the backs of them in the same places as the front. He was about to look away, but one of the designs caught his eye. A few inches above the top of her ass-crack was a tattoo of the head of a snake, mouth open, ready to strike. And its eyes, the eyes of the snake, there was something about them... something dark. Something evil.
Scott's eyes leapt around her back, his eyes pulling various designs from the morass. Large lizard-like claws, practically bursting from her skin. Sharp pointed tongues. Bones. More snakes. More strange soul-like spirits. Sharp pointed tendrils. And on top of that, there was more text and strange designs haphazardly strewn along her back and spine. The text and designs were arranged in such a strange off-kilter method that felt wrong in an unexplainable way. Something dark was the source of this ink, as if she had been marked by some twisted demon, a demon that couldn't contain her. It was as if she had escaped from Hell itself, but not without being marked in the process.
He didn't know how right he was.
Scott realized he could spend hours studying the strange tattoos adorning this woman, but his eyes were drawn elsewhere. As she spun around to face him again, his eyes were pulled upward to those two jutting mounds of flesh he had seen covered by her cloak, but he was now truly seeing them in the flesh.
They were absolutely mammoth, larger than Sophie's, but maybe a hair smaller than Emily's. They were round and full, and her hard nipples were swollen. Rowena was a tall, thin woman, and these massive udders on her chest really stood out. But she was an imposing woman, and her mammoth rack added to that. They were only slightly marked by tattoos, sharp tendrils on the outsides of them, tapering off as the expanse of flesh become too much to bear. The tattoos from her stomach stopped just under her breasts, as if those two bursting mounds were too big to be contained by these mere tattoos. But despite how marked her body was, those two mammoth breasts seemed like the purest parts of her, not tainted by dark designs.
Scott glanced at her face. And it wasn't her gorgeous mature face that caught his attention. It wasn't her cool, plump lips. It wasn't her closed eyes. It wasn't the fact that for a woman that appeared to be much older than him, she had minimal wrinkles. No, the thing that caught his attention was her hair.
It was white. Like, literally white. Not gray, not silver, not blonde, white. It seemed to glow like the rest of her, hanging down as she tilted her head back. Her hair was straight, hanging down to her mid-back, glowing against the darkness of her marked body. Finally, she tilted her head forward, and her eyes opened.
Her eyes were almost more striking. They glowed a crystal blue, the lone beacons of color on her otherwise all-white canvas. They looked jarring and otherworldly, deep pools of blue that were impossible not to notice, glowing in the dim light of this bedroom.
Her age was impossible to tell. She had the face of someone maybe in her mid- forties or so. But her appearance was so otherworldly that Scott suspected that this was some sort of smoke-screen, and that she might in fact be older than he thought. A lot older. Scott suspected this because although her face seemed relatively wrinkle free, her hands seemed old... worn... wrinkled.
Rowena's striking eyes stared down the married man, appraising him silently, letting her eyes trail up and down his form lazily. Scott did the same. He let his gaze trail across her massive, round breasts, letting his eyes trace her curves. His eyes locked onto her hard, jutting nipples, aching for a mouth to surround them. His eyes trailed down her lithe, firm belly, past her belly button and down to her bare, hairless cunt. His eyes stared at her puffy lips and protruding clit before glancing downward across her long firm legs down to her bare feet standing on the cold, wooden floor.
Sophie and Emily stood next to Rowena, each with their hands on their hips as they stared at the married man. All three stared at him silently, and he felt naked under their gaze.
It was hard not to compare the three. Each had their positives and negatives. Emily had the biggest breasts of the three, but looks-wise, she was simply okay, and she had pale skin. Plus, of the three, she was the least fit. Sophie was the most traditionally gorgeous of the three. She had shiny chestnut hair, perfect tan skin and amazing looks. She probably had the best butt of the three as well. And she had massive DD's, but she kept company with two of the few women who had her beat in terms of cup-size. And Rowena, her face was striking and gorgeous in a way, but shocking to say the least. Her whole appearance was shocking. Her white hair. Her pale skin. Her wicked tattoos. She didn't have the biggest breasts of the three, but hers were still absolutely mammoth. Her butt was round and juicy, but Sophie had her beat there. But, despite her shocking façade, there was something strangely attractive about her. Something about her that conjured thoughts of nasty, rough fucking. Emily had the biggest breasts, and Sophie had the best looks and the best ass, but Rowena... her dark, shocking appearance somehow gave her the most sex appeal, as strange as that may sound.
"I want to see him naked." Emily said, looking up to Rowena.
"Agreed." Rowena said to her fellow spirit. "Scott, take off your pants."
"Oh... no. No!" Scott said, trying to stand up for himself.
"Oh, c'mon, Scott, it's nothing we haven't seen before." Rowena remarked.
"Make him show it to us!" Sophie pouted.
"I will, dear." Rowena said confidently. "He'll be begging to show it to us very soon. Scott, we've seen it all. Trust me. We've seen you in action. We've seen every inch of you. We've seen the way your cock rises to a full, mighty nine inches, throbbing with desire. We've seen the way the tip of your cock swells up when you are overwhelmed with pleasure. We've seen the way your cock quivers right before you cum. We've seen the way your sack swells with cum when you are bursting with need. So, you should feel no shame in showing us the goods, Scott. We've seen it all before. Don't you want to show three hot babes your cock, Scott?"
When Scott thought of three hot babes, it wasn't the three women standing in front of him. Sophie, sure, but Emily and Rowena were not the typical 'hot babes'. They had their positive qualities, but they definitely did not fit in that mold.
"No... I can't." Scott said. Rowena smiled.
"Scott, I am very experienced at this kind of thing. And sure, your mind is telling you one thing, that this is wrong, but it's pretty obvious that little Scott feels very differently." Rowena said, pointing at his bulging crotch.
She was right. Despite everything, this highly charged situation had Scott rock-hard. Sure, these women were attractive, Sophie the most conventionally so. But this wasn't a scene in a bar or anything like that. This was a situation that Scott couldn't explain, a conflict with three women that he didn't know or understand. Were they ghosts? Spirits? Angels? Demons? Were they a reality he didn't understand or merely figments of his mind? Was he merely dreaming this all up and not realizing it?
He didn't know. He couldn't say. But in this situation, being approached by three women so aggressively, it was hard to deny its effect. Sophie was a straight up babe, like something out of a porn movie. Emily had a more realistic, matronly attractiveness. Rowena, despite her striking appearance, was very attractive and so aggressively sexual that she was hard to deny. As long as the women aren't completely disgusting, being approached so aggressively by nearly any woman or group of women will have its effect on a man. It's nice to be wanted in such a raw way.
But obviously, that's where the line ends. Scott wasn't about to just drop his pants and show these spirits the goods. Of course not, that would be crazy. Sure, he might be hard, but he wasn't stupid. Sure, these naked, aggressive women were clamoring for his cock, and their tits were jiggling with every word, but he wasn't about to give in and throw his marriage away.
"No... no... I'm not gonna show you my penis!" Scott spoke, shaking his head. "This is crazy!"
"Why not?" Rowena asked.
"I'm married, for one! And two, I have no idea who any of you are, what any of you are!" Scott replied. All three of the spirits burst out in laughter.
"Scott, you are cute, but you're a bit dumb." Sophie said. Rowena calmed herself and began speaking.
"Scott, this started with you in bed, and when this ends, you will still be in bed. Nothing that happens here will change that." Rowena explained.
"So, this is a dream?" Scott asked. Rowena thought over this question for a second.
"Yes. Sure." Rowena answered. Scott sensed a deception in her words.
"You're lying." he stated.
"This is not quite a dream like the dreams you normally have, but in the end it will have the same impact on your life as any normal dream you have would." Rowena said. Scott took in her words for a moment. This felt real, but sometimes, you didn't know you were in a dream till it was over. "So, when we tell you that you should show us your dick, there's really no harm to be had. When this is all over, you will wake up with your wife, in bed, on Christmas morning."
"If it's all the same, I'd rather not." Scott said. Rowena rolled her eyes slightly.
"Scott, are you really that dull as to not even let yourself have fun in your dreams?" she asked. Scott considered her words. Yeah, Scott was very devoted to his causes, but he liked to have fun. He thought of himself as good natured, but was he missing out? "We've shown you how your path ends... we've shown you what happens in your life if you continue on the path you're on. A life where your dreams are shattered, where you fail in every cause you fight for, where you have no children, no impact, and the only legacy you leave is all the things you missed out on. You will be a footnote, a lesson, a prime example of what happens to a man who misses out on the spoils of life, who wastes his time on pointless causes and doesn't realize what he's missing out on till it's too late. Are you satisfied living a life that makes no impact, that leaves no long-lasting legacy? What kind of life is that? What kind of life is it to not take in its many spoils? It's disrespectful to the blessings you have! Are you trying to prove a point to someone? To your family? To your wife? To God? Trust me when I tell you that your family uses you, your wife is stealing your life and she knows it, and God doesn't care about you. So, I'll ask again, why keep resisting us in the face of your own wasted life?"
Scott felt the hollowness one feels when confronted with one's mortality. She brought up good points. If the future she showed him was true, then that meant that all his work was for naught, that he failed to truly live up to the very end. And although he couldn't be sure what they were showing him was accurate, deep down, it was a worry. There were times where he'd go weeks on end, working practically all day, where he'd barely even see his wife. He didn't have a lot of free time to have fun, and there were times he wished he could just have all this be over and go about life like everyone else, not worrying about the bigger picture, and just try to live life in search of pure, maximum enjoyment, damn the consequences. He wished he had it in him to just let things go and walk away, but that was impossible. Everyone had expectations of him. His family, his wife, his co-workers, his friends, his rivals, they all expected him to be hard at work standing against the people who were corrupting this city. He couldn't just walk away from that. He would be letting everyone down. It felt like he was sort of bound to this life, where even if he wanted to change, he couldn't. He was bound by all these unseen forces that were binding him to a life that, apparently, was going nowhere. And as happy as he was with his life, being forced into this position did seem a bit unfair. Even if he did want to walk away, he couldn't. He was stuck here. Stuck in a failing life.
He hated the idea of failing. Of letting anyone down. He was happy with his life, but he didn't enjoy knowing the fact that this would all be nothing.
"Scott, consider this a free pass. We are offering you no-strings-attached, guilt free sex with three hot babes. There is literally no way you could get caught. There is no way anyone else can find out. This is truly an invisible affair. Why not simply try us out and see how you feel?" Rowena pressed, knowing she was wearing down the married man.
"But I would know." Scott said.
"Oh my God!" Sophie said, rolling her eyes. Emily rubbed her forehead and Rowena shook her head. "Quit being a pussy, Scott! You've got three women naked in front of you begging for your dick! Be a man and fuck our brains out!" Sophie said impatiently.
This was an entirely new situation that Scott found himself in. His day-to-day life was pretty repetitive, and as confused as he was by all of this, he was feeling a surge of excitement he hadn't felt almost ever. This was like he had been recruited from his normal life into a bank heist or a secret government operation. It was like he had been plucked from obscurity to play in the championship game. It was like...
"Scott! Focus!" Emily called out, snapping her fingers to get his attention like and annoyed mother. "We are running out of time!"
"We are?" Scott questioned, not knowing they were working under a time limit.
"Yes, Scott, I'm afraid we are." Rowena explained. "So, we really need to get along to it." Rowena slithered over to the bed and slid onto it, posing on the bed, one leg slightly in front of the other, covering her cunt from his sight. Her large breasts were stacked up, bulging outward as she supported her head with one of her arms. Her blue eyes blazed at him. "So join us." she said, rubbing the bedspread, "and experience the best sex of your life."
"No! Okay... no!" Scott affirmed, taking a stand. "Maybe some of the stuff you're saying is true! But I don't base my life around things like sex, or... success. I base my life on my experiences, my friendships, my connections with people, and my choices. I'm not gonna throw it all away just for one night of pleasure. Especially with you three. I mean, one... you're all, like what... ghosts? And two, you're not exactly my ideal. You... you're like a puritan or something." Scott said, pointing at Emily. He then pointed at Sophie. "You're dressed like a porn star." he accused, but Sophie simply smiled. "And you..." he began, pointing at Rowena. "You're terrifying!"
Rowena rolled her eyes and sighed deeply.
"Why don't you just show him, Rowena?" Emily asked.
"Yeah?" Sophie asked.
"Show me what?" Scott asked.
"We already know how this ends, Scott. It's just the matter of getting there." Rowena explained.
"What do you mean?" he asked. Annoyed, Rowena stood up, leaving the bed and rejoining her compatriots. She glanced at Scott angrily, and snapped her fingers. Suddenly, the bed wasn't empty anymore.
Scott's eyes widened as he took in the mass of sweaty flesh on the bed. There were four naked bodies writhing in pleasure on it, and in the center, lying on his back, was Scott. He was completely naked, and on top of him, furiously riding his thick pulsing cock was Rowena. His arms were wrapped around her waist as she bounced roughly on his swollen meat.
"Fuck! Fuck my cunt you motherfucking piece of fucking shit!" Rowena spat out as she bounced up and down his turgid cock. In his position, watching the action, Scott had a first-hand view of the illicit action on the bed. He looked and saw Rowena's pussy wrapped around his thick shaft, stretched to the max around his invading weapon as she rode it violently. Her ass was spread apart, revealing her asshole to Scott's gaze. It was such a violently sexual view, but then again, it was becoming clear that Rowena was a violently sexual woman.
"I said fuck me! Fuck me! FUCK ME! Fuck me hard!" Rowena snarled out, her sweaty flesh slapping against Scott. His hand's slid down from her back before taking each of her round ass-cheeks in his hands, squeezing and molding them in his hands as she rode his married cock.
It was a good thing Scott could recognize himself by only seeing his torso and arms, cause he couldn't see his face. It was obscured by Sophie's ass, since she was sitting on the married man's face. Scott watched as his naked doppelganger's tongue was between her round ass-cheeks, working away at her asshole.
"God! Fuck yes! His tongue feels even better on my ass than it did on my pussy!" Sophie moaned out as she swiveled her hips, grinding her ass against Scott's face.
Next to them, lying on her back, was Emily. She appeared to be practically passed out, her legs spread askew, copious amounts of cum leaking from her pussy. She looked like she had just gotten her brains fucked out. She was barely conscious.
Scott was transfixed by this raw imagery in front of him. He had seen the other projections of him in action, but this one felt different. More raw. More nasty. More real. More immediate.
He then felt a cold chill run down his spine as he felt a presence behind him. Suddenly, he felt Rowena press her body into his back. He felt her cool breath on the back of his neck.
"Look at you." Rowena said, her lips near his ear. Scott studied himself on the bed. His hands wrapped around this woman's waist, fingers pressed into her flesh as he drove up into her, fucking her hard. "Look how into it you are. Look how much you're enjoying it. Look how swollen your cock is. I bet you've never been harder." she remarked.
It was true. Scott had never seen his dick that hard. It looked like it was hard as concrete. And he was clearly loving this filthy action as he drove lustily into the woman on top of him, driving his cock into her in smooth, even motions. His mouth was voracious between Sophie's ass cheeks, aggressively rimming her asshole as she ground roughly against his face. She was clearly enjoying the treatment he was providing. And Emily, even though she was outside the fray, she looked like she had greatly enjoyed the attention she had received. This tableau of sex sent a lust-filled thrill through him. But a thought occurred to him.
"This could be a trick. An illusion." Scott whispered.
"But you know it's not." Rowena whispered, placing her cold lips against his neck, kissing it softly. "And even if that's not real, you have to be impressed by what we can do. Don't you see our power, Scott? Don't you see what we are capable of? Imagine... the powers that are required to show you this, to take you through time and space... imagine all that power focused on pleasuring that fat cock of yours. Imagine the power to change the world focused solely on making your dick explode in pleasure." she whispered huskily before sucking his neck, causing Scott to shiver. Scott's eyes fluttered in pleasure. Despite knowing better, the feeling being forced upon him was hard to deny.
One of Rowena's tattooed arms slid around Scott's waist, and he watched, frozen, as her old looking hand slid over his crotch before grabbing his bulging, covered cock and squeezing it firmly, causing Scott to jump.
"Mmmm, I can feel your desire, Scott. Admit it... you want to fuck all three of us. From the moment this whole thing started, you've been scoping out Emily's massive breasts, Sophie's round ass, and my... well, you just know I'm pure sex." Rowena whispered, rubbing his throbbing dick. Although Rowena was far from the ideal woman, and far from the image that came to mind when thinking of the ideal sexualized woman, at this moment, those words she was whispering were resonating with him.
"And even if this isn't real..." Rowena began. "Doesn't that give you more incentive to join us? To fuck our brains out? To use this as an opportunity, a free chance, to have a no-frills affair? If you join us tonight, and you get the job done right, you will never see us again. You will be free from us and back to your normal, happy life. Your wife will never know. No one will. Just give yourself one night of selfish pleasure. Stop thinking about everyone else and treat yourself for once. Everyone else is having fun, why can't you?"
She was making some good points, but Scott was clinging to the last shreds of his loyalty.
"I can't..." he croaked out. After all this work he did to be a good guy, he was trying not to give into his darker urges. Then, Emily pressed herself into him from the side, her huge, soft breasts pressing against his ribs.
"C'mon Scott..." Emily whispered as she moved in close to his ear. "Join us."
She began to mirror Rowena, sucking, licking, and kissing at the other side of his neck. His skin prickled and his eyes lidded in pleasure.
"Don't you want to feel some tight pussies wrapped around your fat cock?" Rowena whispered. "Don't you want to feel a few pairs of huge, soft breasts in those big, manly hands of yours? Don't you deserve it?"
"I..." Scott croaked out.
"It's okay." Rowena began. "I understand how hard this is for you. And I admire how hard you're fighting, but Scott... it's time. It's time to give in... it's time to be selfish... it's time to treat yourself... to take what you want. At the end of the day, it doesn't matter what anyone else thinks. All that matters is you. You are the only person you need to be loyal to. All that matters to you is trying to take what you need from life, to live the fuck out of life, and disregard everyone else's feelings. Cause at the end of the day, you only answer to yourself. You're proving nothing to nobody by staying loyal. Life is full of hypocrites and liars. The same people you admire, the same people you fight for, they are guilty of the same crimes you rail against. The criminals, the liars, the thieves... they are on both sides of your fight. You're the outlier. The freak. And if you're gonna be a freak, you might as well act like one. Do some freaky, fucked up shit with us." Rowena said, her voice slithering into his ear as she let her tongue savagely lick up his neck again.
At some point, the moans from the bed faded away as his doppelganger disappeared. Scott barely noticed as he was so overwhelmed by the two women pressed against him and the pleasure they were offering. He was barely holding onto his loyalty at this point, and then he felt a third presence pressed against his front.
Scott's eyes jerked open. He was staring into the eyes of Sophie, who greeted his recognition with a pretty smile.
"Hey." she greeted him lightly, pressing her bare body firmly against his front, feeling his bulging cock against her belly. Her massive breasts pressed into his chest, leaving Scott pressed between three women. Scott was completely overwhelmed. These three were unrelenting, closing in on him, never stopping, never letting up. He couldn't find words and his body felt frozen in place. It was as if the snake had curled around its target, waiting to strike the paralyzed prey.
And strike they would.
Not knowing what else to do, Scott didn't put up any fight as Sophie grabbed his wrists and guided his hands.
"Its okay, Scott." Sophie began, whispering huskily. "You can touch me." And on that note, Sophie pulled his hands upward and pressed his open palms against her massive breasts. She forced his fingers to squeeze into the pliant flesh. "There you go... I know how badly you are trying to fight for your wife, but let's see if my big breasts change your mind. I know you love your wife so much, but I want you to keep squeezing these huge boobs and thinking about how they are the best things you've ever felt."
He agreed. Sophie's breasts felt incredible in his palms. He couldn't stop squeezing them, even as Sophie slid her hands up his arms to grip his shoulders. She smiled coyly at the married man as she allowed him free reign to molest her massive titties. Her perky flesh bulged around his fingers as she stared into the married man's lust-filled eyes. The sensation of these mammoth breasts pouring through his fingers was simply incredible. He had never been with a girl that had such big breasts, so he had certainly never had his hands on a pair like these. His fingers pressed against her perky, honey colored flesh, her hard nipples scraping into his palms. As much as Scott denied the fact that he needed a massive pair of boobs in his life, he couldn't deny how addicting it was to squeeze them. It just felt so right. He couldn't imagine ever getting enough of them. His fingers traversed every inch of her soft flesh.
"Here..." Sophie began, before spinning around, her back now to him, and re- placing his hands on her breasts. "They're easier to hold like this." she whispered softly, grinding her ass into the married man's bulging crotch.
Tom sighed lightly. He was now sandwiched between the women, Rowena against his back, still sucking his neck, Emily pressed against his side, sucking the other side of his neck, and Sophie against his front, grinding her ass into his cock, his bulging meat sliding between her firm, jutting cheeks, as his hands kept cupping and squeezing her heavy boobs. And as big as the breasts were in his hands, as utterly massive and mouth-watering they were, of the three women, her massive breasts were the smallest of the three. That's how stacked these three women were.
Scott was in a daze, overwhelmed by the oppressing sexuality of the three women around him. Three pairs of female hands were on him driving him wild at their touch. Sophie kept sliding her ass-crack against his cloth-covered cock, causing his meat to pulse with pleasure, making him lose control of all rational thought. In this state, Sophie made her move. She turned her head to look back at Scott with a satisfied smile on her face. Her smooth lips parted and she began to speak.
"We know you want to give in, Scott." she said softly, the smacks of the sucking kisses on his neck meeting his ears. "It must be so, so difficult to have gone without true pleasure for so long. Trust me, we all understand that you love your wife. We do." she paused, pressing her breasts out against his big hands as she ground her sweet ass against his crotch. "But we know that deep down, you love us three even more." Scott's hands squeezed her breasts in reflex at this bold claim, but he kept listening. "You love our looks... you love our bodies." His hands squeezed her ripe jugs again. "You love our asses." She said, swiveling her ass against his cock firmly. "You love our big breasts." she said, pressing her hands over his, making him squeeze her huge boobs even harder. "You love everything about us. You love that you are being pushed around sexually by a hot little whore like me and two old sluts."
"But... my wife." Scott gasped out, the last shred of his fidelity crying out.
"Oh, baby, I know." Sophie said. "I know it's hard to betray your wife, but we will make this as easy on you as possible. The only thing you have to do is unzip your pants and scoop out that fat cock of yours. After that, you don't have to have another thought run through that cute head of yours. We'll handle everything else."
Scott's throbbing dick was clouding his judgment. And the pair of women sucking, licking, and kissing his neck, then the ass grinding into his crotch, and the jiggling breasts in his hands were all assisting in making his fat cock as hard as a rock. He didn't want to cheat on his wife, but he was so caught up in the moment that he couldn't think straight. He loved Kate, but he didn't see a way out of this predicament without his dick ending up buried in a tight, wet pussy that wasn't his wife's. And he wasn't sure he didn't want that any more.
But it was like they said. This was just a fantasy. A projection, not real. A test run that would be harmless. No one would have to know. Scott knew this was wrong, and deep down, he knew that this was a dangerous side of him to unleash. Cause once that door was opened, there was nothing stopping him from cheating again and again.
Scott steeled himself, knowing what was happening to him was too much for any one man to take. No one could blame him. These women were too hot. Their bodies were too sexy. Their tits were too big. Seeing the truth in Scott's eyes, Sophie stepped away and turned back to face him.
Breathing deep, Scott's hands lowered to his pants. Pausing for only a moment, he undid the button and lowered his zipper. Unknown to him, Sophie glanced over his shoulder at Rowena, their eyes sharing a victorious glare. Scott paused again, his black briefs revealed to Sophie's eyes. Finally, knowing there was nothing stopping these three women, these spirits, these forces of nature, he reached down, slid his hand around his bulging shaft, and scooped his nine inches of throbbing meat out of his underwear, exposing his cock to the three sluts' eyes, which all widened in lust.
As if this was the starting gun for a race, the sight of his cock set all three women off. Rowena and Emily pulled back deftly, sliding their hands to his shirt and pulling it off roughly. Sophie worked at his front lowering his pants and briefs to the ground firmly. Working efficiently, the three women disrobed him in seconds, and before could Scott could figure out what was going on, all three women spun him around and pushed the married man back onto the bed, bouncing on the mattress, completely nude.
For a moment, all three women eyed him up lustily. He could feel three pairs of eyes running along his nine inches of meat, consuming it with their eyes, enjoying the view of his thick shaft and heavy sack that was now finally exposed to them. Then, before he could change his mind, they got to work.
In unison, they approached the bed. Rowena and Emily split off and went on either side of the bed, but Sophie approached from the front, climbing onto the bed near his feet. She crawled between his legs and curled one of her hands around the base of his shaft.
"Make it fast." Rowena said to Sophie as both her and Emily climbed onto the bed, lying on either side of Scott. "Don't suck him all the way off. Just get it ready for us. It has a long night of work ahead of it."
"I know!" Sophie said like a brat, before, in one smooth motion, she bent over, opened her mouth, and swallowed Scott's cock to the root.
"Oh my God!" Scott moaned out, his head falling back to the bed. Her mouth felt incredible around his cock. He looked down at her, studying the way her thick lips formed a tight seal around the root of his cock. Her tongue was sliding against the underside of his cock, coating it in pleasure. She was sucking hard, trying to make him throb in pleasure, and it was working. His cock was already pulsing with need. She began to bob, choking on his shaft as her spit coated his meat. He had never been blown like this. Sure, his wife went down on him, but it didn't ever feel like this. It was clear that Kate was an amateur at giving head, and Sophie was a pro. Kate merely sucked the top few inches, but Sophie, she swallowed every inch, burying his meat down her throat like a true fucking slut. Her sucking mouth, her wild tongue, her hot saliva, her tight throat, and even the wisps of her hair tickling his balls was enough to drive him wild. His cock was as hard as concrete in her sexy mouth.
It was at this point that Scott caught sight of the two women on either side of him. So focused he was on this incredible blowjob that he didn't realize how close those two had gotten to him. Each were lying on their sides, their breasts stacked on top of each other next to his face. As he writhed in pleasure, Scott looked back and forth between them, gazing at their massive breasts and the smirks on their faces. He quickly realized what was about to happen.
"Wait... wait! Hold on! Give me..." he stammered out, but before he could finish, both women rolled over, smothering his face with their massive breasts.
Once again, Scott was drowning in softness. Two pairs of huge, soft breasts were now molded against his face, sliding against his features. He could feel the scraping of hard nipples against his face as these two women scrubbed his face firmly with their huge boobs, scraping across his eyes, his cheeks, his lips. Scott was paralyzed as these two women smothered him in softness. He could barely breathe as these women did their work. He didn't know whose breasts were whose. He just lied there and took what they were forcing upon him, his face drowning in soft flesh as his cock was being sucked into submission.
"You like that?" Rowena asked arrogantly, her breasts pressed roughly against the married man's face. "Take it, Scott, take it! Take them in completely!" she said, pausing as Sophie choked on his dick with a loud smack. "I want you to never forget this, Scott. I want you to remember the feel of a couple pairs of giant tits against your face. I want you to remember the softness. I want you to open your mouth and take them in. Ahhh, fuck yes!" she called out as Scott's mouth was helpless to fight the urge to open, allowing Rowena's stiff nipple to enter his waiting mouth and form a tight seal. "That's it baby, that's it! Suck on them! Suck from my big fucking tits. I want you to remember the taste. The smell! Big tits smell better, don't they? I want you to get fucking addicted to having your nose buried in-between a pair of big tits! I want your mouth to become fucking dependent on sucking huge tits to survive! Suck them! Suck my breast, Scott!" she yelled out. Scott's lips were wrapped around Rowena's rubbery nipple, sucking on the hardened teat as hard as he could. She pressed herself into him, forcing as much of her breast into his sucking mouth.
As much as Scott tried to deny it, her words were resonating with him. Sucking this enormous breast was an incredible sensation. It was unlike anything he had ever experienced. Having such a massive, soft breast pressed against him, such succulent, perky flesh... it was amazing. And she was right about other things as well. Having this woman's hard, tight nipple in his mouth, on his tongue, it felt awesome. She tasted incredible. And the light, natural, feminine scent emanating from between her massive breasts sent a shudder of lust through him. He knew he should fight back more, but these massive breasts, and the hot, sucking mouth savagely inhaling his dick... needless to say, his judgment was clouded. His mouth kept avidly sucking the mammoth breast, even as Emily scrubbed her large pair against his face.
Rowena pulled her breast away, finally, dragging the spit soaked nipple across his cheek, replacing his empty mouth with her other breast. She let the overwhelmed married man attack her other nipple for a few minutes, granting it the same worship that he did with the other. As the two women scrubbed his face with their mammoth breasts, Emily glanced at Rowena with jealousy, eager to feel that married mouth on her breasts as well. Rowena smiled knowingly at her fellow spirit, before glancing down at Sophie. She was attacking Scott's cock like it was her last meal, her lips wrapped around his thick pole as she inhaled it. Rowena knew she had to keep an eye on Sophie, cause she knew if she looked away for a moment, Sophie would seize the opportunity and ride that married cock for all it was worth. And that couldn't happen. Not yet anyway. There had to be an order to this.
With a forceful push, Emily was able to push Rowena out of the way, her wet nipple popping free. Scott's mouth was given a momentary respite, but it didn't last long. Rowena smiled at her pushy compatriot but let her have her turn, lowering her turgid nipple to Scott's mouth. As Scott began sucking hard on the massive breast, Rowena made sure to give the rest of his face the same smothering treatment she had given him before, all the while keeping an eye on Sophie.
Scott was completely overwhelmed. He was short of breath as his mouth was kept busy on Emily's tits. These mammoth breasts kept him disoriented, and the only thing that was constant was the hot mouth inhaling his cock.
Sophie was incredible at sucking dick. Her tongue was going crazy, massaging his cock, pleasuring it, making his balls boil. The tanks were slowly getting filled, and every little thing she did was aiding that. Her tight wet throat, her slim fingers wrapped around the base of his shaft, her plump, sexy lips, and her hard-sucking mouth. She was relentless, seemingly never taking a break as she attacked his cock, taking nearly the entire length on every bob. It was the best thing his cock had ever felt. Better then Kate's mouth. Better than her pussy. Sophie's mouth felt better than his wife's pussy. That's how good Sophie was at sucking cock. She had him close but she would always pull back, leaving him on edge like a true master of pleasure would.
This went on and on. Scott felt like he was floating, surrounded by huge, soft breasts and tight sucking mouths. Emily made sure he gave both of her massive breasts the pleasure of his sucking mouth. Rowena and Emily remained competitive, competing for the pleasure of Scott's mouth, going back and forth on whose nipples he was sucking. And throughout all this, Sophie kept sucking him hard, making his cock pulse with desperation.
Sophie pulled back for a moment and looked up at the overwhelmed married man as her two friends smothered him with breast flesh. His cock was standing proud, ready for the next step. Smiling wickedly, she began to crawl up the bed. She straddled his cock, reaching down to grab it and slap it against the outside of her bare cunt. As she positioned his cock at her entrance, she got ready to lower herself onto him, ready to steal his fidelity, ready to be the first to claim the prize that was his married cock. Just as she was about do the deed, she felt a hand on her shoulder, and she looked up to see Rowena looking up at her.
Scott was too occupied with Emily's massive jugs to see the look of hot fury to flash behind Sophie's eyes, a crazed look of white-hot rage so severe that she almost looked like a different person, the farthest possible cry from her jovial, perky demeanor. It would have frozen most in their place, but not Rowena. She moved in close, rubbing Sophie's bare shoulder as she did. Fearlessly, she brought her lips close to Sophie so that only she could hear.
"Patience, my dear." Rowena began. "We've got to build him up, not give him the main course right away. If you fuck him now, you will wear him out, and that only helps you. But, if you just be a little bit patient and build him up slowly, all three of us will be filled with cum by the end of the night, which is the goal... right?" she asked pointedly. "Let's feed him to Emily first. Compared to us, she's simply foreplay. She doesn't know the things we do, so it won't take much of that fat cock make her squeal. Let's get her out of the way now and then let the two masters take over the show. Let her take the edge off of him. That way, the sex we get will be SO much better. We've waited so long for this... waiting just a bit longer will make this all the sweeter. And besides... you have got to feel that mouth of his. It's incredible."
Sophie paused. As annoyed as she was at being interrupted from this long- awaited sex, she saw the logic in Rowena's words. Rolling her eyes, she angrily moved away from Scott's cock and positioned herself at his side.
"Hey, bitch... let's switch." Sophie called out. "Let's break you in... show what big cock can do to you." Emily pulled her saliva soaked breasts from Scott's face and looked up in surprise.
"You mean... me first?" Emily asked, a bit nervous.
"Yeah." Sophie said impatiently. "Listen, I know his cock is big, and I know it's fat, and I know it looks scary, but trust me when I say the best plan of attack is to just hop aboard and ride it for all its worth. Don't hesitate, just fucking do it. Just sit on it and go nuts. Trust me, your pussy will love it."
"Uh... okay." Emily said, crawling closer to his cock, not able to take her eyes off of it. "I've never seen one even close to this big."
"Well, hun, you will see what you were missing out on all these years." Sophie claimed. "Once you feel a cock like this inside you, you will never go back. Gone will be the bulky dresses. And in its place... a string bikini."
"Okay." Emily repeated, taking Sophie's place, straddling Scott's cock. Nervously, she reached down, grabbed the base of his throbbing cock, and pointed it up towards her waiting pussy.
If Scott ever saw himself cheating with anybody, it certainly wouldn't have been with a woman like Emily. A matronly older woman, certainly pretty, but not someone so drop dead stunning you would leave your wife for her. If he ever saw himself cheating, it would have certainly been with someone younger than this older woman. Sure, she did have absolutely mammoth breasts, but her pale-skin and rusty red hair were not his idea of sexiness. But his cock was pulsing with need as it was poised outside of her trimmed cunt, ready to commit adultery for the first time. He was about to speak up and try to maintain his marriage, but her massive, dangling breasts and hard nipples kept him silent.
"It's time, my dear." Rowena said, moving towards her ear. "You denied this from yourself for years... it's time to change that. Time to right that wrong. Time to give you what a body like this is built for." she said, running her fingers across Emily's rippling tits. Emily paused momentarily before nodding her head, knowing what she had to do. Emily sighed nervously before positioning Scott's ready dick against her entrance.
"Wait..." Scott called out. "I don't know if I can do this." For the first time in a while, the three women looked him in the eyes. They were a bit caught off-guard, as if they didn't expect him to speak, as if his opinion didn't matter. Then, all three laughed. Emily laugh was more of a nervous one, while the other two women's laughter was one of amusement. Rowena rolled her eyes and grabbed the married man's wrists. She pulled his hands up and slapped them on Emily's tits.
"Just squeeze these, Scott." Rowena said, making his hands squeeze Emily's breasts. "Just squeeze these and be quiet. The time for talking is over." she said, giving him a stern look, warning him to not speak again.
Scott squeezed Emily's boobs nervously, her flesh pouring through his fingers. He didn't know what to do. He knew it was probably too late to get out of this without sex happening, so as much as deep down he didn't want to, he decided to just go with the flow and enjoy it while it happened. He just shut up and kept squeezing her big boobs.
With merely a whimper, Scott's loyalty to his wife had been demolished. He was about to fuck another woman, and he wasn't going to stop it.
Emily began to lower herself onto him, her plump pussy spreading around the tip of his cock.
"Mmmmmmm." Emily moaned out. "Yeah."
Her eyes squinted as she wiggled her hips, trying to angle her pussy to get more cock inside of it. Her juices began coating his meat, aiding in its entrance. She pushed herself down, the full head of his cock entering her.
"Ohhhh yeahhhh!" Emily groaned out in pleasure. Scott had to admit it... Emily's pussy felt great. Even though only the tip was inside her, it was clear she was tight, wet, and ready to give him pleasure. Emily huffed and puffed as she got used to his size, and Scott's hand's gripped her tits roughly as his cock got used to being inside another woman for the first time in years. Emily lowered herself even more, forcing three thick inches of cock inside of her.
"Ohhhhhhh fffffffffffff..." Emily moaned, stopping herself from cursing just barely. Her pussy was squeezing his cock, gripping the top third in pleasure. She breathed hard, as if giving birth, as she took some thick married dick inside of her. She reached down and gripped the sheets and forced herself down, taking another three inches in her tight hole.
"Oh GOD! YES!" Emily screamed. She paused as her cunt reflexively spasmed around his pulsing meat. She breathed deeply and bent her head down.
"C'mon dear, you can do it." Rowena encouraged.
"I can't... I can't take any more. It's too big!" Emily cried out. Sophie rolled her eyes, knowing she could easily take his size. Rowena glanced at Sophie and nodded knowingly.
"Babe, you can take it. I know you can." Rowena said.
"I can't, Rowena... I can't. It's way too big for me. I think what's inside me will be enough." Emily panted out.
"Oh, nonsense dear." Rowena said. She slid behind Emily and put her hands on Emily's waist. "You'll thank me for this Emily." With that, Rowena roughly pushed down on Emily's waist, forcing Scott's cock inside her up to the balls.
"OHHHH FUCKING SHIT! AAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHH!" Emily cried out.
"Holy shit! Oh my God!" Scott cried out, his shaft completely smothered by the warm tightness of Emily's cunt. The sensation of her tight pussy stretched to the max around his rock hard dick, her walls massaging his shaft, giving every inch of it pleasure, it was just... incredible. His wife's pussy felt good, but this was on a different level. This was a pussy built for sex. This was a pussy built solely for pleasure. And it was doing its job. Scott was already ready to burst.
"Oh god! Oh god! Oh god! Fuck!" Emily panted out, her head sagging as she coped with the nine inches of thick cock buried inside of her.
"You see Emily?" Rowena began condescendingly. "Wasn't I right? Doesn't that cock feel good?"
"Uh... uh... uh... uh... FUCK YES!" Emily screamed out, her head rolling back, a small smile crossing her lips. Rowena smiled knowingly.
"Oh my God!" Scott moaned out, eyes scrunched shut, having to verbalize his pleasure. "It's so fucking tight! So tight!" Rowena glanced at Sophie.
"Sophie, we don't need to hear him talk anymore." Rowena insisted. "You have to try out that mouth of his."
Sophie smiled wickedly and knee walked across the bed, straddling Scott's face. She grabbed his scalp and paused.
"Open your eyes, baby." Sophie said, looking down at him. "Stare into your destiny."
Scott's eyes were drawn open, just in time to stare up at Sophie's naked pussy as it descended towards his mouth. He didn't have time to admire it as she didn't hesitate to firmly plant her dripping cunt against his married mouth. "Time to return the fucking favor, Scott. I want to feel your tongue!"
Scott's mouth was drawn open as Sophie's pussy pressed against him. His tongue extended and gave Sophie's cunt a tentative taste. And, unfortunately for him, unfortunately for his wife, and unfortunately for his marriage, Sophie's pussy tasted absolutely incredible. It was hard to describe the flavor of her sex- juices, only to say they were far superior to his wife's taste. It was as if he had gone through life sampling the platters at the school cafeteria, and now he was being served the finest of deserts. His tongue entered her, getting another taste of the sex-juice dripping from within her delicious cunt. Then he did it again... and again... and again until these tentative swipes at her tasty vagina transformed into full-on pussy eating passion.
"Oh God..." she sighed, clutching the headboard. "God, I've needed this! Don't stop. Don't ever fucking stop! Eat that pussy, baby. Eat that fucking cunt and make me cum!"
Scott didn't have the time to take in how momentous this occasion was. Sure, his dick was already inside another woman, but that had kinda been forced upon him. This, him eating Sophie's cunt, this was his first occasion of taking an active role in pleasuring another woman. Pleasuring her in the most intimate way possible, with his head between her legs, eating her pussy. And he was thoroughly enjoying it. Her flavor was that good. His hands slid down and cupped her ass, forcing her down, forcing his mouth deeper against her naked cunt.
Emily was still frozen in place, getting used to nine-inches of thick married dick now planted firmly inside her. She was breathing hard and kept her eyes scrunched shut in pleasure. She wiggled her hips ever so slightly, swiveling his cock inside her, knowing that she would lose control if she moved any more than that. She just held this position, her cunt clinging to the married man's weapon, forming a tight seal around it, squeezing it, smothering it with pleasure. Even though her cunt was stretched to the max around the dick inside her, a single bead of her juices dripped out, traveling down the root of his cock and over his heavy balls.
Rowena watched her fellow spirit impatiently. She was itching to feel that same married cock inside her, so she was eager to move things along quickly.
"C'mon, bitch." Rowena said, slapping Emily on the ass lightly. "Let's go! You've waited an eternity for this. Make it worth the wait! Ride it for all it's worth. I want you to ride that fucking cock and cum all over it. Get all the pleasure you spent your whole life waiting for... out of your system... on that fucking married dick! Ride it, fuck it, demolish it! Cum all over it and claim it as your own. Do it, bitch! Do it!"
Emily's head turned to face Rowena with an almost animalistic snarl on her face. Rowena beamed with pride at seeing this unfamiliar expression on her co- conspirator's face. The big cock now in her cunt had transformed her, bringing her into a world of sin and pleasure. And despite her seemingly old-fashioned sensibilities, she welcomed this transformation with open arms. She had denied this kind of pleasure for too long, and now that she was experiencing it first-hand, she knew she could never go without it again. It felt too fucking good to deny.
"Yeah, I'm gonna fuck it!" Emily snarled, beginning to lightly bounce on the married dick, causing Scott to groan in pleasure as he ate Sophie's pussy.
"Is that right?" Rowena asked reaching forward to squeeze one of Emily's jiggling breasts. Emily began to bounce in longer strokes, rising further and further up the length of Scott's dick.
"I'm gonna fuck the shit out of him, Rowena." Emily sighed out, her butt hitting Scott's thighs. "I'm gonna fuck him, and I'm gonna make him explode inside me. I'm gonna make him empty those big, heavy balls inside me, and leave fucking none for any of you. His cum will be all mine!" she panted, an unrecognizable, twisted glint in her eye.
"You'd better not." Rowena warned, not sure if she liked this new emboldened side of Emily. Emily smiled wickedly as she began to fully bounce the full length of Scott's dick. Emily turned her focus to the man under her. Even though his face was obscured by Sophie's ass and she couldn't see him, she knew that it was her tight cunt that had his full attention. She could feel him throbbing inside of her. Sure, she knew that Sophie had her beat in the looks department, but it was Emily that was making his cock pulse in delight.
Scott moaned into Sophie's cunt as he continued eating her out. He was practically paralyzed with pleasure. He had never felt a tight cunt before. Ever. Kate's pussy was snug, but this was on a whole other level. Emily, this old-fashioned looking spirit, the one spirit who had been the least stunning, she had the tightest pussy he had ever felt. It was incredible. It squeezed every inch of his turgid shaft, coating it with her juices, smothering it with pleasure. She was giving him more sexual pleasure in the mere minutes he had been inside of her than he had ever felt before. Emily was already a better lover than his wife was. No matter how this whole encounter ended, he wouldn't be able to forget that fact. And when she began riding him in earnest... the pleasure was indescribable. He couldn't help but squirm underneath the two women as pleasure rippled up his body.
Emily worked up a good pace, bouncing smoothly on the nine inch dick, going from the base to the tip while still keeping the cock inside of her.
"Oh fuck." Emily sighed, clearly overwhelmed in sexual bliss, a type of pure, visceral pleasure she had never experienced before.
Rowena studied her friend, noting the way her large breasts were bouncing as she fucked the married man. Emily had her hands on Sophie's shoulders, using the other woman to steady herself as she bounced on the thick dick. And Sophie steadied herself by sitting on Scott's eager mouth. She ground her cunt on the married man's face, swiveling her thin hips as she did so. She was grinding against him so roughly she was forcing his head into the bed. The lips of her cunt were splayed against his lips as she forced her dripping juices into Scott's mouth. Scott was squirming beneath the two as his mouth attacked Sophie's sweet cunt, his hands clutching her bare ass down so he could maintain a tight seal around her naked pussy. His hips were bouncing up slightly, fucking back as Emily rode him.
Rowena moved down behind Emily as she kept bouncing on the hot married cock. She moved in close behind Emily's ass, studying the two lovers' conjoined sexual organs. Rowena was amazed at how smoothly Scott's thick, greased-up, juice covered cock slid into Emily's small, tight cunt. It didn't seem like it could fit, but she found a way to take it. Emily's pussy was stretched to the max around the thick invader. Scott must be feeling a lot of pleasure, Rowena thought. Then again, with a cock that big, so would Emily. She was bouncing energetically on the jutting cock, her body shivering slightly in pleasure. She was clearly enjoying the huge cock, cause her juices were everywhere, coating Scott's dick and balls, Emily's cunt, Scott's thighs, and Emily's ass. Her ass was shiny with her juices, and as she bounced her ass-cheeks would spread apart, revealing her asshole, which was equally coated with her juices.
Emily bounced at a good, steady pace, sighing with pleasure. This allowed Rowena to time it just right so that she could lean in, extend her tongue, and lick his swollen sack, taking his juice covered nuts against her tongue. She licked straight up, sliding her tongue along the underside his pulsing shaft. As Emily slid down the meaty cock, Rowena's tongue slid between her ass- cheeks, sliding fearlessly along her ass-crack and across her asshole. Rowena continued onward, licking along Emily's spine, gathering beds of her sex sweat onto her serpent-like tongue. Rowena continued this as she rose upward and her tongue reached the back of Emily's neck. She pressed her naked breasts against Emily's back and placed her hands on Emily's hips. She moved her mouth to Emily's ear.
"You call this fucking, Emily?" Rowena whispered as Emily kept bouncing. "Sophie, look at this!" Rowena called out. The younger spirit turned her head to look at the two women behind her. "Look at Emily. Look at how dainty she is." Rowena said. Sophie smirked as her eyes lidded in lust as the married man's eager mouth continued its work. Emily looked between Sophie and Rowena, annoyed. "I didn't realize fucking could be so precious." Rowena said, antagonizing Emily. Emily screwed up her lips and began to bounce harder on the married dick. Her ass began to slap against Scott's manly thighs at a more fevered pace.
"C'mon, Emily! You can do better than this!" Rowena said loudly. "You waited an eternity for this? This pathetic performance... C'mon, if you're going to fuck him, then do it right!"
Emily's face snarled in anger as she rode the cock harder. She knew that this so-called 'pathetic' performance was the best sex this marred man had ever had. But she knew she had to turn up the heat to prove she was just as capable as the two other women. She picked up the pace, Scott moaning and groaning even more as she did so.
"C'mon. C'MON!" Rowena called out, not impressed by the increased tempo of rough sex. "Emily, this is truly pathetic!"
"Better than you could do, you old bitch!" Emily spat out.
"Just wait till it's my turn, you fucking ugly bitch!" Rowena replied. "You'll see what real sex is like!"
"OH, FUCK YES!" Sophie called out, he head falling back in pleasure.
"Here, let me show you." Rowena said, leaning back. She rested her hands on Emily's bouncing hips and leaned forward so her arms were pointed straight down. Gripping Emily's hips in her claw-like fingers, she dug her nails deep. As Emily reached the highest point of her bouncing, Rowena pushed down hard, forcing Emily down roughly, slamming her body into Scott's.
"AAAAAHHHHHHHH!" Emily screamed out.
"Mmmmmppphhh!" Scott grunted out, his body jerking wildly underneath the two women. Sophie held on his head like a bucking bronco, maintaining her balance as she swiveled on top of the married man's face. Emily maintained her position on top of Scott as he jerked under her, the pleasure nearly overwhelming him.
Rowena added power to Emily's fuck session. She helped pull her body up, and when Emily would bear down on Scott, taking his full length inside her, Rowena was right there, pushing down hard. Emily's hips were bouncing like a piston, bouncing on the thick cock, and Rowena's added force was like putting this piston into overdrive, pushing Emily to her absolute limits.
This went on for awhile, Rowena driving Emily's bouncing, using the other woman to fuck Scott into submission. His body settled down as he lied frozen on the bed, shaking, as if ready to pop. The room was heated up from exertion, acting like a sauna. All the guilty parties were coated with sweat, and the sheets were soaked. Sweat dripped from Rowena's mammoth breasts onto Emily as she assisted her. Emily learned her lesson, knowing the type of speed she was able to fuck at, and soon, she didn't need any more assistance. She was fucking Scott hard, her sweaty skin slapping against him. Rowena noted this and backed away.
"Yes. Yes! YES!" Emily squealed out. "This is good! This is so fucking good!" she sighed, slamming her body against the married man in indecent, rough slapping. Rowena turned her attention to Sophie, but she didn't need any help. She knew what she was doing. Like Emily, she was coated in sweat, the indecent sexual exertions taking its toll. Beads of it dripped down her flat belly or off of her ass down onto Scott's face. But he didn't care or seem to notice. He was too busy voraciously eating her cunt. Rowena noticed the way her body seemed to shiver, and she guessed that she was close to erupting in pleasure. Her stomach muscles were flexing, and her tits were rippling as Scott's tongue did its work, going in and out of her cunt at a rapid pace. Finally, a jolt went through her.
"Oh, God. Oh God! OH GOD!" she moaned out. Her back straightened up. "I'm gonna cum, baby. I'm gonna cum! You're gonna make me fucking cum!" Sophie moaned out. Finally, she lifted herself up, breaking the suction seal of Scott's mouth. She slid her hand down her belly and began to strum her own clit. "Oh God. Oh God! Oh my fucking God! I'm gonna cum! I'm gonna cum! OH GOD!" she shrieked, flicking her clit hard, droplets of sweat and her sex- juices dripping into Scott's open and waiting mouth. "Here it cums! Oh God! OH MY FUCKING GOD! YES! YES! OH MY GOD! YES! YES! YES! YYYYYYEEEEEEEEEEESSSSSSSSSSSSSSS!"
Finally, the dam broke. A wave of her hot girl-cum squirted from her needy cunt onto the married man's face. She squirted again and again, coating his face, his open mouth collecting her hot sex juices.
"Yes! Yes! YES!" Sophie screamed out, her fingers still rubbing herself. Another wave of girl-cum squirted out of her, directly into the married man's mouth this time. It overfilled his oral cavity, forcing him to gulp down her hot sex-juice. God, it tasted good, Scott marveled. It tasted like the sweetest candy, like nectar. He could happily swallow that every day. As Sophie shivered and she came down from her high, she rubbed her cunt against Scott's lips. His tongue leapt from his mouth, languidly licking her cunt, searching for any remnants of her delicious girl-cum. Finally, she pushed him away as the pleasure was too great. She fell to his side as she attempted to regain her breath.
"Oh my God." she sighed, panting. "Oh my God! Oh baby." she gasped, grabbing his head and kissing him energetically. She kissed his cheek, his closed eyes, his nose. She kissed down his jaw to his chin before she pressed her lips against his, their lips smacking together as she repeatedly kissed him. "Thank you, baby! Thank you! I needed that so bad!" She moved down and began sucking at his neck, scratching his chest lovingly with her delicate fingers.
"Honey, you can thank him when you have a load of hot cum in your cunt." Rowena said plainly. "Until then this isn't over." She turned her attention to Scott as she curled up next to him and moved her lips to his ear.
"Tell me, dear." Rowena began, the smacks of Emily's ass against his thighs echoing through the room. "Tell me how it feels. Tell me what it's like to have a new pussy pleasuring that cock. So much better than that worn-out, disgusting vag your wife has. That's a pussy that knows how to please you. Tell me what it's like to have a belly-full of Sophie's juices. Tell me what it's like to have sin flowing through you. Tell me how incredible it feels." she urged.
"It..." Scott croaked out. "It feels good."
"I know baby. I know. Sin does feel incredible." Rowena began. "There's so much sin in you now, bursting to get out. And we need to start with Emily." His vision now unobscured, he was able to look up at Emily again. Where before, she was still maintaining a sense of dignity, that was now gone. Emily was now like an animal, panting, huffing and puffing as she rode his cock like a bucking bronco, bouncing hard, her mammoth, sweat covered breasts bouncing everywhere. And whereas before she was still acting relatively austere, now... that had changed.
"Keep fucking me with that fat fucking cock you motherfucking piece of motherfucking shit! Fill my fucking tight cunt with that massive fucking dick! Fuck yes! Fuck me! FUCK ME! FUCK ME YOU FUCKING ASSHOLE!" Emily spat out. Unbidden, he reached up and grabbed her breasts. He gripped them roughly, her smooth, sweaty flesh pouring through his fingers. Her hard nipples scratched against his palms, and his fingers gripped them and tweaked them hard.
"AAAAAAAHHHHHHHHH! YYYYYYEEEEESSSSSSSSSSS!" Emily screamed out, her voice getting hoarse.
"Uhhhhh! Fuck!" Scott groaned out.
"That's it, hon. Fuck this bitch! Fuck her hard!" Rowena urged him, her tongue circling his ear. "You must be getting so close. Very soon now, you will know what it's like to cum inside another woman. You will know what it's like to betray your wife. And when you do, there will be nothing holding you back. There will be nothing to stop you from joining us in sin completely and embracing the new you. You will shed your old skin and become a whole new man."
"I'm... oh, fuck... I'm not sure." Scott moaned out, his mind in turmoil.
"But that cock looks very sure. Very, very sure. You just need to listen to it. It knows more than you do. And it wants to betray your wife. It wants to cum inside other women. It wants to lose control. It wants to explode. And it's already inside a pussy, so you might as well just cum inside that. So, just squeeze Emily's great, big boobs. Feel her tight cunt around you, and let yourself lose control."
"Ughhh! Fuck!" Scott grunted out.
"I know Emily's not as sexy as me, or even Sophie." Rowena whispered. "But I do need you to cum inside her. So focus on her big boobs. Focus on her pussy. Hopefully that's enough. But if you need something to... push you over the edge, then just focus on my voice." Scott's eyes were on Emily, but his focus was on Rowena's voice. She affected a sexy purr in her voice as she continued. "I know I'm the sexiest woman you've ever met." she said, rubbing her old, wrinkled finger against his lips. "Sexier than Emily... sexier than Sophie... sexier than Kate." she whispered softly. She thought very highly about herself, Scott thought. Sure, she did have a certain dark appeal, but Scott would have to say Sophie was way more traditionally attractive than Rowena, and Kate was certainly more traditionally pretty as well. But why was his cock throbbing with every word she said.
"God, you must feel like such a man right now." Rowena observed. "An old slut riding your cock. A young slut on your side, sucking your neck, and me, a goddess like me, curled up on your other side. You're in bed with three hot bitches, Scott. You're a hot-blooded fucking man! You're gonna have all three of us tonight, Scott. And me especially. I will be your prize. Your reward after a long night of work. I know Emily has huge boobs, and Sophie is gorgeous, but me... I'm the total package. I'm the hottest bitch you've ever met. And by the end of the night, it's gonna be me riding your cock. It's gonna be me and you having sex. God, the things I will do to you."
Scott kept squeezing Emily's massive breasts, his cock still throbbing as she rode him hard. Sophie was curled up next to him, kissing him gently as she regained her strength.
"Scott, you're gonna betray your wife for me." Rowena began. "Me, an older slut with white hair, and covered with tattoos... you are going to fuck me harder and better than you ever fucked your stupid wife. God, I want to meet her, just so I can rub it in her ugly fucking face how much more you want me than her."
"Ughhnnnn," Scott groaned, Emily's pussy and Rowena's words driving him to his urge.
"You like that?" Rowena asked. "You like me telling you how badly I would dominate your wife? Good. If I met your wife, I would tie her up and make her watch me and you in action. Teach her a few things. I would do awful things to you in front of her. I would humiliate her." Rowena said. She slid her hand down and curled her old fingers around the base of his cock, Emily's ass hitting her hand as she bounced. She could feel him pulsing with need. He was close.
"I would make her watch you ass-fuck me on your marital bed. Then I would make you pull out from my ass and slide your cock against her nasty face." Rowena whispered, squeezing his cock. "I would make you cum inside my hot cunt and make her suck my pussy afterward. I would rub her face in my ass while I sucked you off. I would make you lay her on the bed and make you fuck me on top of her. I want my juices, my sweat, my cum, your cum... I want it to drip all over her."
"Oh God!" Scott moaned out, this vision of depravity being conjured in his ear sending a violent jolt of lust through him. Enough to push him to the brink. His cock swelled between Rowena's fingers.
Scott was about to cum.
His focus shifted to the woman on top of him. Gripping Emily's mammoth breasts even more roughly, he began to drive up into her fully, driving his cock up into her as hard as he could.
"Uh uh uh uh uh uh uh uh uh uh uh." Emily warbled, eyes closed, delirious with pleasure. Scott sat up and pushed his head towards her chest, taking her sweaty nipple into his mouth. He attacked it savagely, his tongue sliding against the hard nub and smooth areola. He slid his arms around her and pulled her down so he was back on his back once again, this time with her right on top of him. He began to drive up into her hard, giving her his full length while he sucked her huge breast.
"Ugh ugh ugh! Oh God! Gughughughugh! Yes! YES! YES!" Emily moaned out. Scott was running on pure lust at this point, his throbbing dick taking over proceedings. "Oh my God, I'm gonna cum! I'm gonna cum!" she squealed, her pussy spasming around his dick. In a rush of adrenaline, she pushed herself up, pulling her breast from his mouth and peeling their sweaty bodies apart.
"I'M GONNA FUCKING CUM! YES!" she screamed at the top of her lungs. Her pussy clenched around Scott's meaty cock like a vice, enough to push him over the edge.
"Holy fuck! YES!" Scott gasped out, cum exploding out of cock with a violent jerk. Time seemed to slow down for a few moments as this moment of bliss washed over them both. And as it did, for a moment, in Scott's eyes, Emily's appearance seemed to change. Not a severe change, but a noticeable one. For a second, there were a few more wrinkles on her face, her breasts looked a little smaller, and they sagged quite a bit. This vision lasted for merely a moment, before it was shaken from him by the overwhelming pleasure he was feeling. Stream after stream of cum fired out of him into Emily's warm, welcoming cunt.
"Huuuuunnnnn!" Scott grunted, the pleasure overwhelming.
"Uhhhhhhhh!" Emily groaned out, her body shivering as this wave of pleasure went through her. Scott's hands were on her breasts, squeezing them roughly as he rode this orgasm out. His cock was pulsing and flexing as jets of cum rocketed from his swollen balls into her clutching pussy. His cock was buried to the root inside of her, so his cum was going in deep. And all through this, Rowena kept one hand wrapped around the base of his cock, so every flex of his meat, every jet of cum that burst out from within his swollen balls passed by her clutching fingers. Her hand was pressed in between Emily and Scott, but she didn't lessen her grip one bit.
Finally, with a sigh, Emily's body relaxed and she fell to the side, curling up slightly as she recovered from the pleasure she had just experienced. Scott's soaked dick emerged, starting to slightly soften as he too recovered. He was breathing hard as he came down from his high, slightly lost to the world. And through it all, Rowena maintained her grip on him.
Like a serpent, Rowena slid down his body, gripping his slick cock until her mouth hovered above it. She began to stroke it lightly, trying to maintain its hardness.
"Uh, Rowena, wait a bit..." Scott panted, trying to push her away from his overworked cock, but Rowena was having none of it. She pushed his hands away and lowered her mouth onto him, taking his half-hard dick into it. She fearlessly attacked it, taking the whole length, her lips soon wrapped around its base.
"Oh shit!" Scott called out, not sure if he was ready for more so soon, but unable to deny the pleasure she was drawing out of him. Rowena moved down the bed, keeping his cock in her mouth, until she could look up at Scott.
Scott's eyes were drawn to hers. Her cold, icy blue eyes held his stare. He again had to marvel at what was happening to him. He had just cheated on his wife with a woman who was seemingly a ghost, a plain-faced woman who dressed like a puritan and had enormous breasts. Not only had he cheated on his wife, he had had aggressive, rough, sweaty sex that ended with him spurting a thick load of cum deep inside her tight snatch. And now, a white-haired, incredibly pale, tattooed older woman with unnaturally blue eyes had his cock down her throat. And next to him was a luscious, busty woman who had been dressed like a slutty elf, and she was recovering after sitting on Scott's face until he got her off with his mouth. He couldn't explain exactly how he had ended up in this situation, and he wasn't sure how he'd get out. He wasn't sure how'd he'd ended up in bed with three spirits, women who shouldn't be real. But he had, and he knew deep down this was only the beginning. He knew he should be fighting for his wife and not letting himself fall into this trap, but he couldn't lie. The sex with Emily had been amazing, and besides, he had already cheated once during this encounter. However this encounter was actually happened, Scott figured he'd at least experience it fully and enjoy it just a little bit.
But after his aggressive bout of sex with Emily, he felt like he could have called it a night. He had never been that worn down after sex. Then when Rowena put his softening dick into her mouth and stared into his eyes, he quickly shifted gears. Something about the icy gaze, a gaze so cold and unflinching it felt like she was staring into his very soul... it changed something in him. It affected him. There was something about her lazy confidence, how easily she gained control of this situation, her complete arrogance in her own looks... it made his dick change direction. When his cock entered her mouth, it was softening after a hard cum. But when it re-emerged from her hungry mouth, it was nine-inches of skin covered concrete.
Rowena knew how to suck a dick. Despite her shocking appearance, there was something about the heat of her wet mouth, the swift confidence of her tongue, the slickness of her saliva that now covered his shaft, the sight of her plump lips pressed slightly around the root of his cock... it all combined to drive him wild. There was something about this, the sight of this evil looking woman sucking his cock so hard she was trying to suck the meat off the bone, the sight of this demon-like spirit savoring the size and flavor of his married dick, it turned him on in a deep, dark visceral way he couldn't begin to explain.
Whereas moments before he was running out of energy, he was now avidly watching Rowena's mouth inhaling him as if she were a maestro at sucking cock.
"Oh my God." Scott sighed, resting his palm on the back of her head as she eagerly took his dick down her tight throat again and again. After a few minutes of this, she pulled his cock from her mouth, now covered with her spit. Bands of it stretched from his meat to her mouth. She moved in close, rubbing his saliva coated shaft against her face.
"You see, Scott..." Rowena began, planting a wet kiss at the underside of the tip of his cock. "You do love me." This twisted demoness said, saliva spreading onto her own face from his meat. "I understand this cock better than you do. I know what it likes, and what it doesn't. I know it doesn't like your wife..." she paused, kissing her way up his shaft. "But, it LOVES me. Admit it, Scott, according to this cock, I'm your dream woman." she said with a wicked smile, smoothly swallowing half his shaft once again. He wanted to deny her claims, but his cock was tingling in her amazing mouth. There was something about her that drove his dick wild. And this was just with her mouth. He couldn't help but wonder what she'd do with the rest of her hot body. And yes, Scott had to admit it, this crazy looking, white-haired, tattooed demoness had a hot fucking body. As imposing and intimidating as she was, his body's natural response to her was get rock fucking hard. As much as he was intimidated by her, his cock desperately wanted inside of her.
The smooth, natural, rhythmic sound of Rowena choking on his thick cock echoed through the room. Mere minutes ago, he had been coming down from his orgasm, his cock descending to half-mast. But, thanks to Rowena's hot, wet mouth, his cock was throbbing and his balls were boiling. Her mouth had seemingly uncovered an untapped vault of cum he didn't know he had, and like a freshly tapped oil well, once the seal was broken, the cum deep inside him was bursting to get out.
Finally, Rowena pulled her mouth off of him, his cock completely soaked with her gooey spit. Her lips curled into a wicked smile as she got up on her knees.
"Well, I guess I should get a reward for all my hard work." Rowena began, beginning to crawl towards Scott, ready to straddle him. But before she could do that, she was interrupted.
"Uh, uh, uh." Sophie chided, leaping into action, jumping onto her knees next to Rowena, putting her hands on Rowena's arm. "I don't think so. It's my turn."
"You can be patient, dear." Rowena chided, balancing over Scott's dick. "I got him back to fighting shape. I did the work, now I get the pleasure."
"I sucked his dick before Emily got to ride him." Sophie replied.
"Well, dear..." Rowena began with a slight smile.
"NO!" Sophie roared, a fire in her eyes. "I have waited too long for this. I am not stepping aside anymore! I'm not letting any other bitch get in my way. The fact that that fucking cow Emily got to him first instead of me is a fucking joke! I am getting some dick, and you can either step aside, or I will make you." Sophie threatened. Rowena shook her head.
"Your impatience always got you in trouble, didn't it... Sophie?" Rowena asked pointedly. Sophie maintained the nasty scowl on her face as she replied.
"I don't fucking care what you think. I never did." Sophie said. "Now step aside. That cock is mine."
"Fine." Rowena relented, moving away from Scott, relinquishing her grip on his cock, finally. "I guess we'll save the main course for last." Sophie rolled her eyes at Rowena as she moved into place above Scott's cock.
"We'll see if he can even get it up for an old lady like you once I'm done with him." Sophie said with a cocky smile.
"It's probably best that we're saving the best for last." Rowena began. "When he's done with you, he'll still have some left in the tank for me. When I'm done with him, he'll be dead."
A jolt of worry went through Scott at this statement. Rowena noticed this and turned to him.
"Figuratively." Rowena assured him. She turned back to Sophie. "When I'm done with him, I'll drain so much cum from his balls he'll be a dried up fucking husk. When I'm done with him, he will never be the same. You're just a cheap hook-up that will be long forgotten when he's with me."
"Whatever bitch. That will really bother me when I'm cumming on his fat cock." Sophie spat out. "It will really bother me when I return to the world of the living and you..." she began, and Rowena have her a cold, furious gaze of warning, stopping her in her tracks. "Well, I'm sure that when he has my tits in his hands, and I'm about to make him cum in my tight cunt, I'm sure he'll be thinking of the old lady with the trashy tattoos and hideous hair."
Rowena rolled her eyes.
"Well, the truth will come out soon enough." Rowena began. "And just remember... this hard cock, the cum in his balls... you may get his load, but I put it there. It belongs to me."
"Whatever." Sophie replied snottily. Scott watched this whole thing, unmoving, watching these two women argue about who would fuck him first, neither deigning to actually get Scott's opinion on the whole thing.
Sophie finally turned her focus to Scott. She got on all fours above him. As she did, her tone and expression changed, transforming from bratty arrogance to friendly and welcoming.
"Hey, babe." she said softly, inches above him.
"Uh, hi." Scott replied.
"God, you are so cute." she said, running her fingers along his square chin. His eyes fell to her massive hanging jugs, before jumping back up to her pretty face. "It's okay." she giggled. "You can look. You can even touch. Here..." she began. Balancing herself on one hand, she used the other to grab his wrists, one at a time, and slapped his hands across her big boobs. "You hold these, I'll hold this." She said, reaching down and grabbing his jutting shaft between her fingers. As she slapped it against the outside of her pussy, she spoke up again. "You can squeeze them all you want, hon. It must be so hard to be married to a woman with such small breasts. To be such a pathetic excuse for a woman... I mean, like, if you're someone like her, at least have the decency to not saddle a good man to you. She should know to just let women like me take care of guys like you. It is AMAZING that you haven't cheated before now."
"Never even thought about it." Scott replied honestly.
"Well, from now on, it's gonna be all you think about." she replied with a laugh. She swiveled her cunt around the tip of his cock, teasing it gently. Scott's head rolled at this teasing. He caught sight of Emily, still blissed out on the bed next to him. Rowena was watching proceedings play out from behind Sophie. Scott's eyes again fell to Sophie's breasts. His hands studied the way the smooth, sexy tan flesh bulged through his fingers as he squeezed them. He let his fingers trail over her rock hard nipples, twisting them gently.
"Ughhh, yes!" Sophie moaned, her juice leaking her sex-juice over the tip of his cock. She settled his cock at the outside of her cunt and looked down at him. "I just want you to think about this, as your cock enters my tight cunt for the first time, that if you think this will be the last time you fuck another woman, you are kidding yourself."
Scott was about to respond when she began to sit on him, burying his thick shaft into her tight pussy.
"Uhhh..." Scott groaned out, his head falling back. As more and more of his cock entered into her incredible pussy, his dick spreading the puffy lips of her vagina around his throbbing meat, Sophie sighed in pleasure. Her pussy felt even better than Emily's. While Emily just seemed naturally tight and in need of a good fucking, Sophie's cunt was like a real pussy. An expert's pussy. A pussy that knew how to give a fat cock some true pleasure. That knew how to squeeze every inch of a cock, to smother it with tight warmth and wetness, to provide a tight suction around a dick and pull it even deeper. Soon, her ass hit his thighs softly.
"Oh my God!" Scott moaned, marveling at her incredible pussy, his hands squeezing her breasts reflexively.
"Fuck!" Sophie called out, swiveling her hips gently, swiveling her cunt around his cock, getting used to his size. She rolled her head in pleasure before returning her focus to Scott. "You see, baby, you can't possibly go back to your wife after this. This is a real cunt. A whore's cunt. A cunt that knows how to care for a cock like yours. A cunt built to drive a man wild. Not all women get to have a pussy like this. Kate certainly doesn't. She just has a regular, run-of-the mill, boring vagina. Just a used, dried-up hole to stick your dick in. But sluts like me... we have a little slice of heaven between our legs that take men to paradise." she said with a cocky smile, leaning forward over him.
"This is just for tonight." Scott argued. "To end this night, whatever this is." Sophie tittered at this.
"Whatever you have to tell yourself to get through this." Sophie replied. "But don't be surprised if your eyes just seem to start noticing how some women tend to shake their ass when they're around you. If you start to notice what color thongs all the sluts around you are wearing. If all of a sudden, you find that women are making it clear that they are very available for you. Don't be surprised if you start closing up shop a little early every night and make little Miss Christine squeal for a little while. If you find yourself making long, hot, sweaty business deals with Stacy. If you sneak off at family functions with that little slut Lindsay."
"I won't." Scott contended, biting his lip to stifle the pleasure Sophie's cunt was bringing him.
"That's just the beginning. You'll miss out on those dinners with your wife and spend your hard earned money making it rain on slutty strippers. You'll realize that your 18-year neighbor with the huge jugs that always makes small talk with you is in fact after something very big. You'll find yourself happily volunteering to help that old lady down the street, the one with the mammoth breasts that dresses like a slut half her age." Sophie claimed.
"No, I won't!" Scott responded more firmly, squeezing her succulent breasts roughly.
"Yeah you will!" Sophie sang arrogantly as she smoothly rotated her hips, swirling his thick cock inside her. Scott was getting angry. This was just a one time thing that he was being forced into. He didn't want to be cheating on his wife, despite the fact he was currently balls deep in another woman. He was being forced into this. He didn't want to hear any claims that he was going to start betraying his wife beyond this. That he would enjoy it. Scott got more and more angry as he thought about it, and making him even madder was her arrogant gaze. He wanted to wipe that cocky smirk off her face.
"I was so freaking nice and sweet before, but now you just fucking hate me, don't you?" Sophie asked with a bright, teasing smile.
"Uhnnn, yeah." Scott seethed out through his teeth.
"You fucking hate me, but your cock loves me, loves my tight CUNT! Doesn't it?" Sophie claimed.
"Fuck you." Scott spat out.
"That's not a no!" she sang out again. He slid his hands down her smooth skin to her hips, gripping them firmly, tempted to throw her off of him. She knew exactly what she was doing to him, and she was clearly enjoying the torture she was putting him through. "Admit it, Scott, you want me! You love me! You want to fuck me more than you ever fucked your wife. You're a cheating asshole, now. A cheating husband, a fucking prick who betrays his wife trust just to chase down whatever hot piece of ass comes across your way."
"No," Scott said angrily, rotating his dick gently inside her.
"Admit it, Scott. You're just a big-dicked stud on the hunt, your wife be damned. Every night you'll come home with some random slut's juices coating your wedding ring." Sophie claimed.
"No!" Scott said more firmly.
"When your wife calls to see what she should make you for dinner, you'll talk to her while you'll feed some random slut your cum!" Sophie stated
"NO!" Scott yelled out.
"Once I'm done with you, you'll never enjoy fucking your wife again. Your sex life with your dull, ugly wife is fucking over! Yay!" Sophie said excitedly. Something inside Scott snapped. He needed to shut her up now. He needed wipe that smirk off her face.
So he kissed her.
Scott rose up and met her plump lips with his in a fiery kiss. Their mouths quickly opened and their tongues passionately met each other. She wrapped her arms around his back as they fell back to the bed, rolling against each other as their open mouths did battle with each other.
Scott was acting on pure manly instinct. His hands slid down to her ass and squeezed her full cheeks roughly. He didn't think about how much he disliked her at the moment. All he concentrated on was how incredible of a kisser she was. How good it felt to have her naked body pressed against his. How good her pussy felt as it clamped around his throbbing dick. They wrestled on the bed, rolling around as passion took over, their lips pressed each other roughly as their kiss became even deeper, choking each other with their energetic tongues. Scott lost himself for a few moments in this embrace, enjoying the feeling and not letting himself think about the consequences.
Finally, he ended up on top of her as they wrestled for control. Both wanted to be in control, but Scott currently had the advantage being on top. But Sophie didn't give up, squirming under him as he tried to pin her down, squirming around, trying to free herself, until finally, Scott pinned her down on her belly against the bed, his cock still inside her squeezing cunt as he pulled away from her, holding her upper half down as he paused over her, not knowing what to do.
With half of her face pinned to the bed, she looked up at him, seeing his uncertainty. Her eyes glowing with hunger, she looked up at the panting man above her. Sensing an opportunity, she pushed herself back gently, pushing her ass into him. He pushed himself back, letting her push him back. He slid his hands along her sides as she got up on all fours in front of him. She looked back at him with lust in her eyes as the married man's fingers pressed into the skin on her hips softly. Her cunt clenched around him tightly.
"Fuck me, Scott!" Sophie spat out. "Fuck me like a slut! Fuck me like a cheap fucking whore!"
Scott scowled at her before confidently planting a crisp spank on her jutting rear-end. Her eyes began to lid over slightly as he did so, and they did even more so as her gripped her hips and began to drive his cock in and out of her.
"Ahhh.... fuck." she said, her head falling slightly as the pleasure hit her.
"You like that?" Scott growled out, voice almost unrecognizable.
"Yeah, I fucking love it!" Sophie moaned it. "Spank me again! Spank my ass again!"
SPANK!
Scott didn't hesitate to slap the gorgeous woman's ass again as he began to work out a smooth rhythm, driving his cock in and out of her.
"God, you're so fucking tight!" Scott gasped out, leaning over her bare back, and sliding his hand around her to squeeze one of her large, hanging breasts. Her pussy was amazing, squeezing his cock tightly and pleasuring him in just the right way, as if her pussy was perfectly scratching some-deep seeded itch within him. "Your pussy's incredible." he growled out.
"Baby, it can take whatever you can give it." she assured, looking over her shoulder at him. "So fuck me as hard as you fucking can. Take out ten fucking years of married frustration on my perfect cunt!" Scott straightened up and began giving Sophie long, hard strokes. "Aww fuck yes!" she squealed. Her ass slapped into his torso as he fucked her. "That's right, fuck me! Fuck me like a slut, Scott! This is how sluts like it. Hard and fucking rough."
"Ughh, fuck yeah!" Scott growled, the pleasure drowning out any objections he might have. Her pussy felt so good! It was a brand new experience having his bare, unprotected cock inside of a real, hot, tight cunt. His wife simply had a vagina. But this, this was a sexy fucking cunt, and it was like a door had been opened to a whole new world.
"Get used to it, baby. Get fucking used to it!" Sophie moaned out. "Fuck yes! FUCK! Baby, you'll be getting a LOT of this! Ha ha! You'll be getting so much ass, Scott. So much! What we showed you... ugh, yes... what we showed you was just the beginning! FUCK! Babe, you are on the fucking market now, and sluts like me will know it. Yes! The second you step out the fucking door, you will have ravenous whores on this fat fucking cock! OHHHH GOD YES! You will have a slut's plump lips wrapped around the root of this huge fucking dick at the snap of your fingers! This fucking bare cock will be drowning in tight pussy, day after fucking day! UHHHNNNNN! This cock will make the fucking nicest girls bend over and let you drill them up the fucking ass! YES!" Sophie squealed.
Her words made him look down. Her ass-cheeks were spreading apart as he pumped his cock into her heavenly twat, exposing her nice, tight butthole. He had never done any ass-play with any of the girls he had been with, but her asshole made him drool. And below that, Scott watched his own cock pump in and out of her. He admired the way his cock was now coated with her shiny sex- juices. He marveled at the way her tight pussy fucking clung to him, trying desperately to keep his cock buried inside her as he drilled her. It just kept squeezing and clinging to his mammoth meat as he pistoned his throbbing cock inside her. This was how sex was supposed to feel. This is what it felt like to be a man, fucking the tightest pussy he could ever imagine. He felt like he was on top of the world. He felt like the king. He felt like he was now in control of this situation.
Then he looked up.
Any illusion Scott had of being in control disappeared instantly. It wasn't he that was in control. It wasn't him, it wasn't Sophie, it wasn't Emily.
It was Rowena.
Rowena had seized the opportunity. When Scott was distracted, Rowena had stood up on the bed and stepped over Sophie's bent over body. She stood over Sophie now, hands on her hips, facing Scott, meaning that his face was now mere inches from Rowena's naked, dripping cunt. Scott slowed down his pumping for a second.
"C'mon, babe, harder." Sophie whined before looking back and seeing Rowena's proximity. Her head sagged slightly, annoyed the Rowena was butting in to proceedings. "Rowena! This is my turn! I've waited way too long for this!" Sophie called out angrily.
"Oh, don't worry. You'll get what you want, dear." Rowena said, glancing back lazily. "But you took your pleasure while Emily was fucking him. Turnabout's fair play, love." she turned back to face Scott again. He paused, the full length of his dick marinating inside of Sophie's amazing cunt. He looked up the expanse of Rowena's flat belly, past her mountainous, round breasts, capped by throbbing hard nipples, all the way to her face. Her cold blue eyes stared back at him, her white hair and expressionless face making her look almost like a demon queen, appraising him from above. Her lips curled into a sneer as she slid one of her hands across her tattooed belly, sliding down to rub her bare cunt lightly. Scott watched her old, wrinkled fingers playing with her own clit, dipping into her ripping cunt lightly.
"Well..." she began. "What are you waiting for? Come get the meal you've been waiting all your life for." she taunted, her clit throbbing as she rubbed it lightly.
Scott couldn't help but gawk. As extreme as Rowena's appearance was, he had to admit her cunt looked very sexy. It was completely hairless, and the lips looked nice and puffy. This part of her was free of markings, so her pussy was simply bare, pale, sexy flesh. His mouth watered as her scent hit his nose, and his eyes locked in to her throbbing clit, which was clearly aching for a mouth.
Scott was transfixed, hypnotized. That is probably why he didn't put up much of a fight as Rowena slipped her hand around the back of his head and pulled him forward, his open mouth colliding with her naked cunt.
"Aaaaahhhhh yyyyyeeeessssss!" Rowena moaned out, grinding her cunt against the married man's open lips. Scott's hands slid up to the back of her thigh, pulling himself into her. Where with Sophie, there had been an initial hesitation to eat her cunt, with Rowena there was none. He dove right in, extending his tongue deep into her waiting twat, gathering her copious juices. His tongue was dancing inside of her, licking along her inner walls, absorbing her amazing flavor onto his tongue.
"Ahhhh, that's good. That's fucking good!" Rowena gasped. Scott attacked her cunt with fervor, sucking at it, licking it. When he took her throbbing clit between his lips, she almost exploded.
"FUCK!" Rowena screamed out, pulling him roughly into her, her nails digging into his scalp.
Scott was so absorbed in this new sex act that he had lost focus on the tight, wet pussy wrapped around his cock. Sophie sensed this too.
"C'mon, Scott. C"MON!" she screamed at him, but he was too busy being smothered by Rowena's tight, wet cunt to notice. He had stopped driving into her, so she took over proceedings. She began to drive back into him, slamming her ass into his crotch roughly. Scott didn't acknowledge this at first, but her driving ass was forcing his body back, pulling his mouth from Rowena's pussy.
"That's it, Scotty, that's it! This isn't about her. It's about me! So fuck me. FUCK ME!" Sophie screamed at him.
"Uuuuggggghhhhnnnn!" Scott groaned into Rowena's wet cunt, the pleasure around his cock feeling amazing. He tried his best to pleasure both women, but their positioning wasn't optimal for any of them. Trying to pleasure both women equally meant that he wasn't giving either his best.
"Scott!" Sophie demanded. "Forget about her! Just fuck me!"
At this point, Sophie's cunt had taken over his focus, it somehow feeling even tighter and wetter than before. It was gripping him so hard! Scott tried to pull back, but Rowena held him in place. He still avidly ate her cunt, but it was getting tougher to do two things at once. Finally, Rowena stepped back. Scott looked up at her, confused, as Sophie drove her amazing ass back into him.
"Okay, I've got a solution to this that will make everyone happier." Rowena claimed. "Just hold her hips and fuck this impatient bitch. Let me do the rest."
Scott turned his attention to Sophie, driving into her hard with the full length of his meaty cock.
"Yesss! Fuck me, baby! Fuck me hard! Feel that tight cunt around your married dick and forget all about your boring old wife! Ha ha!" Sophie laughed out. Scott started to get into a good rhythm, but he couldn't help but keep one eye on Rowena. In front of him, she stepped around Sophie, spinning around so her ass was now inches in front of him. She stepped forward a bit and bent over, grabbing the headboard for support. She glanced down at Emily.
"Emily, get off your ass and get near mine." Rowena commanded. Still seemingly in a bit of daze, Emily nonetheless complied, getting on her knees, moving near Rowena's ass before looking up at her friend.
As Scott still drove into Sophie, Rowena reached back with one hand, placing it on her left ass-cheek.
"Fuck... Fuck!" Sophie moaned, Scott's hands now back on her hips as he flexed his, fucking her with the full length of his cock.
"Emily, be a dear and put your hand on my ass." Rowena asked. Emily complied, sliding her hand onto Rowena's other ass-cheek. "Now... spread them." Rowena asked. At the same time, Rowena and Emily pulled at her ass, spreading the cheeks apart, exposing Rowena's asshole to Scott's eyes. Scott's attention was stolen again.
"Here you go, Scott." Rowena began. "Stare at my asshole. Stare into it and know your looking into your destiny. Your future. Gaze upon my asshole and know that your tongue will be on it very, very soon. Stare deep into my sexy, tight, naked asshole and know that your 32 years of life have led you to this moment where you worship my asshole with your tongue. The greatest achievement in your life isn't marrying your wife. It will be rimming my tight fucking asshole!"
His pumping came to a sudden stop. He looked straight forward at Rowena's asshole. It certainly was an asshole, that much was true, and Scott had never really looked at one in such close proximity. It was clean and tight, going along with her boasts. The ridged flesh was slightly darker than the rest of her, leading to the tight hole itself. Scott knew he should be taken aback by this raw sight in front of him, but he couldn't look away. He felt drawn to it, his mouth watering as his cock hardened even more, feeling like an iron bar jammed in Sophie's tight, wet hole.
"C'mon Scott!" Sophie pled. "Just fuck me! Ignore this old lady flashing her butthole at you and fuck my fucking tight cunt and fill it with hot, thick cum! What are you waiting for?"
Scott was still transfixed, not moving.
"Scott, the good thing is, this a hands free job." Rowena began with a smirk, her dead, blue eyes gazing back at him. "You can keep you hands on this slut's hips and fuck this bitch hard, make her scream on the end of your fat cock. And while you do that, you can keep your mouth wedged between my butt-cheeks, worshipping my asshole with that hot fucking tongue. You'll rim my asshole with your tongue until you make me fucking cum while giving this impatient little bitch your absolute best. Scott, your best way forward is to do this. So just open your mouth and extend your tongue. Don't be afraid. It wants you as much as you want it."
Scott weighed his options for a few moments, but Rowena didn't plan to let him change his mind. She nodded at Emily. Emily knew what she wanted. Before Scott could notice, Emily slipped her hand behind his head and pushed his face forward, and he didn't fight. He knew it had to be done. That was why, as Scott's mouth was pulled closer, he went on the offensive, opening his mouth and savagely attacking Rowena's asshole.
"Oooooohhhhhh FUCK! Yeah." Rowena sighed as she felt Scott's tongue make contact with her asshole. Emily held his head against her friend's ass, but he wasn't going anywhere. But it did give him leverage, so without hesitation, he began driving his cock hard into Sophie's cunt again.
"That's it! That's it! Fuck me, Scott. Fuck me!" Sophie sighed. "God yes!"
Scott was now pleasuring two women fully, his hips driving into Sophie hard as his tongue lavished Rowena's asshole. Surprisingly, he was enjoying the act of rimming Rowena's ass. There was something about it, about using his married mouth to pleasure a woman in such a raw, filthy way that was a huge turn-on. His tongue circled the hole, covering it with saliva, truly worshipping it. There was pressure on his skull as Emily held him in place and Rowena used her ass to push back at him, but he didn't mind. He began to stab at the tight sphincter with his tongue, seeking to penetrate it, to break the seal of her tight ass so that he could pleasure her even more. Hours ago, this act would have been completely foreign, but now, it felt natural.
"Fuck!" Rowena moaned, her head sagging in pleasure as the married man feasted on her ass. The sensation of Scott so desperately attacking her asshole was driving her wild. Sensing that Scott's mouth wasn't going anywhere, his face firmly planted between her butt-cheeks, she slid the hand holding her ass down to her dripping pussy, rubbing it in pleasure.
"God, you're gonna make me cum with that mouth. Holy shit!" Rowena gasped out, shocked at how close she was getting already.
Sophie was in the same boat. Something about this man was driving her wild. There was something about Scott that just naturally made girls want to cum. He just had that quality to him, as if every movement, every natural choice he made during sex and outside of it was skewed in the direction of which one would make girls want to cum more. Deep down, he knew how to fuck really well, which was why it was such a shame his gifts were being wasted on that wife of his.
"Fuck, Scott! Give it to me hard! Don't stop, don't ever stop till you fucking blow that thick, tasty load deep inside me." Sophie moaned out, her boobs jiggling beneath her as she and Scott drove into each other.
Scott was a well-oiled machine, his hips driving into Sophie as he kept his mouth savagely buried in Rowena's ass. He was unrelenting, the ache in his balls, that bursting need to cum, dictating his actions. He wasn't thinking about his wife. He wasn't thinking about his friends or his family or his city. All that was driving was that unending need for release.
His tongue was driving against Rowena's rear-end, until finally, her asshole snapped open, taking the tip of his tongue inside.
"FUCK!" Rowena screamed out, her body getting jolted with lust. "Stick it in, stick that whole fucking tongue in my ass. OOHHHHHH FFFFUUUUUCCCCKKK YYYYYEEEESSSSSSS!" she screamed as Scott complied with her command, pushing through the breach, his tongue pushing into Rowena's asshole. She started rubbing her own cunt furiously.
"GOD YES! Fuck, Scott, you're gonna get it so good from me. I'm gonna demolish that fucking dick! FUCK YES!" Rowena moaned. "You are good. You are so fucking good!"
His entire body was flexed and tensed as he pleasured the two women. Emily couldn't help but admire the man's physique, keeping an eye on his cute butt as he drove into Sophie. He was actively driving his own face into Rowena's ass, so Emily took the opportunity to slide her hand down his back and give his butt a healthy squeeze.
Rowena's body was tensed as she felt the married man's tongue fucking her ass, driving through the tight seal of her butthole, pleasuring her in just the right way. She was ready to explode.
"Keep going. Keep going! Keep going! Keep going! KEEP GOING! I'm so close. So close! SO CLOSE! I'm gonna cum, you fucker! I'm gonna cum! OH GOD! I'M GONNA FUCKING CUM! I'M GONNA CUM! YYYYYYYYYYYYYYYEEEEEEEEESSSSSSSSSSSSS!" Rowena screamed in pleasure. Her ass clamped around Scott's tongue as an orgasm hit her, her juices squirting past her fingers and onto Sophie's back. Her body jerked and quivered as the orgasm coursed through her. Scott didn't budge, his face staying firmly planted between her ass-cheeks.
As this orgasm wrecked through Rowena, he stopped driving into Sophie, so focused on what was happening to Rowena. He could still feel Sophie's cunt quivering around him, but his attention was elsewhere.
Finally, Rowena's body relaxed, and her body fell away from him. His face was released from her ass as she fell to Sophie's side, recovering from what had just hit her. Scott gasped for breath, now free from the fleshy prison of her ass, but he didn't have much time to recover. His focus returned to him just in time to see Sophie turn to look at him, a face of cold fury on her face. Before he could react, Sophie acted.
Using her legs, Scott was pulled towards the bed as she spun in front of him, rolling them both around. Scott ended up on his back and Sophie ended up on top of him, facing him, his cock still fully planted inside of her. She squeezed her cunt around him and looked down at him with a scowl on her face. Whereas before, she was sweet and bubbly, now she looked cold and arrogant.
"How dare you give another woman your attention when you're with me! Me?! Look at me. Look at these tits!" Sophie said, leaning back, showing off her massive breasts to him. She grabbed his wrists and once again planted his hands on her boobs, and he actively squeezed them again. "You're gonna fucking pay for that. I'm gonna destroy you. I'm gonna drain your balls completely and leave none for that old slut. She's gonna fucking regret getting in my way." She reached forward and grabbed the headboard. Before he could react, she lifted her ass and began to bounce.
"Uhhhhhh! Fuck!" Scott sighed as her tight cunt went up and down the length of his shaft, as if trying to squeeze the cum out.
"Tell me, Scott! Tell me! Tell me I'm the hottest fucking woman you've ever met! Tell me I'm more beautiful than your wife, better looking than Kate, or Emily, or fucking Rowena. Tell me!" Sophie demanded, her ass bouncing and her boobs jiggling.
"Yes!" Scott relented. "You're so fucking hot! So sexy! You're so much better looking than Kate! So much better than my wife! Or them! You're the most gorgeous woman I've ever laid eyes on." Scott replied.
"Awww, sounds like you're in love, Scott!" Sophie mocked. "I should have visited you many Christmases ago. It would have been me you walked down the aisle." she laughed. She kept writhing on his cock, squeezing her cunt around him as she rode him.
"And these tits, these fucking tits!" Scott marveled, squeezing them roughly. "These tits are so God-damned amazing! They are so fucking big and soft and perfect."
"God, you would leave your wife for a fucking pair of tits like these, wouldn't you?" Sophie asked.
"Yes! Yes, I fucking love them!" Scott marveled, driving the full length of his slick cock into her. He pulled himself up and wrapped his arms around her waist, sliding his face into her chest, scrubbing his face between her huge boobs.
"Fuck yeah, baby, drink these fucking tits in. Scrub your face against them and drown in my fucking cleavage." she said, scrubbing her breasts across his face. He captured her nipple in his mouth, sucking on the nub hard.
"AAAAAHHHHH!" Sophie screamed. Then, with a strength he didn't know she had, she shoved him onto the bed hard. "Okay... no more fucking bullshit! I need to cum, and I need your fat fucking cock to cum inside me. I want to be FILLED with thick, hot cum! Give it to me! Explode inside me! Give me the cum you promised to Kate! Give it all to me! Drain your fucking balls into my smoking hot twat! Do it, babe! DO IT!"
She began to bounce roughly, her hot cunt squeezing his cock like a vice.
"Oh my God!" Scott moaned, the pleasure almost too much to take. He jiggled her boobs in his palms, immersing his palms with the smooth and soft flesh.
"Shut up! Just be a man and give me your fucking cum! I need it. I FUCKING NEED IT!" Sophie screamed out, Scott's cock going all the way out to the tip and going back in to the balls, over and over again.
"Are your balls boiling Scott? Do you want to cum?" she asked.
"Yes!" Scott panted out. "YES!"
"What would poor Mrs. Baker think, seeing her man begging to cum inside some slut he just met??" Sophie inquired.
"She would hate it. She would fucking hate it." Scott screamed out. "She would hate you. She would fucking hate you, hate your gorgeous face, your perfect hair, your bigger tits, your ass. She would be so fucking jealous, but I can't stop. I can't. I need this! I need to cum. I need to cum so fucking bad!"
"Then do it Scott! Cum inside the woman your wife would fucking hate! Show me how much you love me by filling my perfect cunt with cum! Do it!" Sophie demanded. Scott felt a twitch in his balls. He turned a corner.
"I'm close." he muttered. "I'm gonna fucking cum."
"Yes! Please Scott, give it to me. Please, I need this. I've waited so long for this. Please cum inside me Scott. I need it so bad!" Sophie begged.
"Oh, shit!" Scott moaned, driving into her harder.
"Gahh!" Sophie moaned. A twitch went through her, and suddenly,, her expression changed. Her lips pursed together and her eyes flashed with fury. She reached down and gripped Scott's throat, gripping it lightly as she began to bounce even more fiercely.
"Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, FUCK!!!" Sophie moaned, her body tensed as her face screwed up.
"Oh fuck, here it comes!" Scott warned.
At the same exact moment, the wave of pleasure hit them. Her cunt locked around his meaty cock as the first rocket of cum fired deep inside her. Scott's eyes were just about to lid over in pleasure when, like before, the woman on top of him... her appearance seemed to change.
Where before, Emily's features had changed in more subtle ways, Sophie's appearance change was far more severe. Sophie had seemed so perfectly made up and styled. But now, a different Sophie was on top of him. It was still clearly her, but much different. Her hair was wild and unkempt, going every which way on top of her head. Her breasts were smaller than what he had gotten used to, no longer overflowing his palms. Her face was still pretty, but something was different.
It was her eyes.
Where before, her eyes seemed warm and friendly, now... they flashed with madness. A wild stare of insanity showed through as they were opened wide. Her eyes cast a pallor over her face, causing her formerly put-together, gorgeous façade to disappear under this mask of madness. She was equally beautiful, but her crazy eyes were a distraction.
As quickly as this vision came to him, it disappeared. She was back to normal again. Her gorgeous looks and huge breasts returned, but Scott couldn't help but still see a hint of the crazy behind them.
He had to wonder what the deal was with these visions. It couldn't just be when these women came, cause Sophie had cum on his tongue earlier and her look hadn't changed, as far as he could tell. Maybe it was due to her cumming with a cock inside of her cunt, or maybe these momentary transformations took place as soon as the first burst of cum hit the inside walls of her magnificent cunt. Whatever the cause was, Scott didn't really have time to think about it. All these thoughts went through his mind in a fraction of a second while cum exploded from his balls. The pleasure coming from his thick cock was too much to cope with. He couldn't think straight, and he couldn't look at Sophie's hot body anymore, the pleasure overtaking him as his eyes screwed up in pleasure.
Scott's cock was pumping a huge load of cum inside of her, his cock swelling and his balls twitching as jet after jet of cum exploded inside of Sophie's squeezing cunt.
"AAAAHHHHHHH! YES, YES, YES, YES!" Sophie screamed out, screaming towards the heavens. Her cunt squeezed his cock roughly as she came, spasming in pleasure. "I love it, I love it, I love it!"
"Fuck!" Scott grunted as jets of cum ejected from his balls. This went on and on as Scott and Sophie flexed against each other as they rode out their grueling orgasms. Finally, at the same moment, both of the tension completely left their bodies. Sophie fell onto his chest, their sweaty bodies, sliding against each other.
"Thank you." Sophie whispered in his ear as both of them gasped for breath. She planted a soft kiss on his cheek as she slid off of him onto her back, her mammoth breasts pointing upward as her chest rose and fell, beads of sweat cascading off of her peaks.
Scott was recovering himself. He wasn't used to this kind of exertion. He had never had sex back to back before, especially with two separate women. Sophie was right: he felt completely drained. He felt like his balls were completely empty, that he wouldn't be able to produce a decent sized load of cum for weeks. His eyes began to lid over, exhaustion hitting him. Maybe this was his escape from this twisted dream, to pass out and wake up in his own bed. It felt like this might just be over.
"Don't pass out now, Scott." Rowena said, suddenly appearing over him.
"Uhh... I... juh... I..." Scott stammered, waving his hands, waving the proverbial white flag. Scott was tapping out. He was done.
"I don't think so. This is not over. Not yet." Rowena warned.
"Rowena..." he began. "Even if I wanted to, I just don't have anything left in the tank."
"Oh, I don't think that's true." she said, rubbing one of her old, wrinkled fingers along his sweaty chest, gathering some sweat before licking it off the tip. "You forget about how much this cock of yours loves my hot body. Here, I'll show you."
She began to crawl over him, facing away from him till she hovered above his soft, wet dick. She looked back at Scott over her shoulder before getting on her knees, her ass about a foot over his cock. She hovered there lightly, teasing for a few moments, before sitting down directly onto Scott's cock.
His cock was softened and covered in sex-juice as it rested on his belly. Rowena lined it up so his meat lined up perfectly with her ass-crack as she sat down on it. At first, Scott didn't feel much beyond the pressure of her full round ass. His cock had been so overworked that it was almost numb to any other pleasure. She began to slowly slide her ass-crack along his dick, trying to coax it back to life. Scott thought this was a losing battle. It just felt like he had nothing left in the tank. He had had two huge orgasms, which was far more than he had ever had before, so asking for even more from him seemed like an impossible task.
The juices coating his dick spread to her ass-crack, which, combined with the saliva that had been deposited there while he was rimming her ass, meant that her ass-crack had become one tight, smooth, well-lubed fuck tunnel. She kept swiveling her hips, sliding her ass along his married cock. It felt good, definitely, but he still thought it was going nowhere. But then he once again caught sight of the tattoo above her ass-crack, the one of the snake, fangs bared. Its eyes once again stole his gaze and held it. He felt like he was being hypnotized by those eyes, as if they were drawing him to his doom, to an endless abyss he couldn't escape from. As Rowena smoothly slid her ass along the length of his cock, the tip of his cock seemed to be getting closer to the bared fangs. If his cock got hard, it would collide with those ink fangs, and maybe get poisoned forever.
Rowena looked back, knowing exactly what was going through his head. She squeezed her ass-cheeks around his married cock, seeking to coax it back to life.
"Don't be afraid, Scott." she began. "Don't be afraid to admit the lust you have for me. Don't be afraid to admit how much your cock loves me... loves my body." she said, still firmly sliding her ass in a smooth motion up and down his cock. "Don't be afraid that your cock desires me more than Kate... more than Emily... more than Sophie. Your cock has never wanted to be inside a woman more than it wants to be inside me. The old lady with the big tits and the tattoos and the perfect ass... you love every inch of me. You love my tattoos, don't you Scott? I've seen the lust in your eyes when you look at them. You might get a few of your own, right? Permanently mark your skin with darkness, show everyone you have a dark side. I wear mine proudly. Will you?"
Scott was still frozen under her, but the combination of her smooth voice, her icy gaze, and her round, smooth ass against him made his balls began to simmer. He looked to his sides. Sophie was still recovering from the sex they just had, and on his other side, he looked over just in time to see Emily curl up to him and grab his wrist.
"Touch me." she whispered. She pulled his hand down to her crotch, forcing him to rub her. "Uh... that's it. Yes!" she sighed. But he couldn't really pay attention. His eyes were still on Rowena. And her tattoos.
"You like the snake one the best." Rowena claimed, feeling his eyes on her. "There's something about it, isn't there? Its eyes follow you. Its poison infects you. But you want the poison, don't you? You want to feel its kiss. You want to feel it flowing through you, letting its sin fill you with darkness. All you have to do to feel it is to let the pleasure fill you, let your cock get filled with lust once more. Only then will you truly feel the snake's kiss."
Scott's balls were beginning to boil. Somehow, someway, his cock began to slightly rise. Her ass and the sensation of his fingers playing with Emily's cunt were making lust begin to course through him once more. His cock was semi-hard, so as she ground against him, his cock slid along her crack, making his cock reach towards that snake tattoo. But at the moment, it didn't have the hardness necessarily to reach the tat.
"Oh, God... I can feel it rising, Scott. I can feel your cock. Face it, at this moment, my ass is your whole fucking world. I don't hear any more whining about how you're not ready. I don't hear you fighting for your wife, your true love. No, all that matters is the feeling... your cock sliding along my ass- crack. It's the best thing you've ever felt. Tell me, Scott. Tell me how good this feels." Rowena sighed, still working at a steady pace, sliding her ass against him.
"Uhhhh... it feels fucking good." Scott grunted out, the pressure of her smooth ass-crack pressing against him driving him wild.
"If you could go back to your ugly fucking wife right now or stay here and fucking grind that fat cock against my ass, you would stay right fucking here, wouldn't you?" Rowena claimed.
"Ughh.... yes!" Scott grunted, his cock rising to almost full hardness.
"What if I told you we were demons, Scott?" Rowena began, looking coldly at him as she continued grinding her ass against him. "What if I said we were demons from hell, back on Earth to steal the seed of a man so we can live again? What if I said you were unleashing a great evil upon the world by fucking us? That wouldn't fucking stop you, would it? I could tell you we are three twisted bitches and that wouldn't stop your cock from getting hard, from grinding your thick cock against my amazing ass. It wouldn't stop you from wanting me. It wouldn't stop you from loving me."
"Fuck!" Scott called out.
"You don't even need to tell me how much you want me. Your cock is like iron!" Rowena said.
She was right. Somehow, her insistent, fleshy, amazing ass had done the trick, his cock now once again throbbing. He didn't know he had it in him to keep going at this pace, but apparently he did. His thick, throbbing shaft now traversed the length of her lubed ass-crack, and as she did, the tip of his cock would emerge from the fleshy prison, sliding up towards her back before sliding against that fanged snake tattoo, and as it did, it was like a jolt had hit him. Like the poisonous sin had been injected into his veins.
"GUUUHHH! FUCK!" he yelled, the bolt of lust hitting him like fire, causing his body to jerk. It was as if he had been pumped with testosterone, cause he shifted from recovery mode to ready-to-fuck mode. He didn't even realize what he was doing to Emily till he heard her moan in his ear.
"FUCK!" Emily screamed out. Scott looked over to see his fingers inside her cunt, fingering her roughly. He could feel her juices squirting around his fingers as he gave it to her hard. Scott looked down as Rowena firmly ground against him, not relenting as she pleasured him, his cock once again hard as steel. Scott slid his other hand up, resting it on her hip as she slid along his meat. She slid up and down again, his slick cock sliding along her tattoo again, causing him to grunt in pleasure.
"Oh God!" Emily sighed as the married man fingered her roughly. "I can't believe I'm gonna cum again already. FFFFUUUUUUUCCCCCKKKKKKKK!" she squealed. Her cunt began to spasm around his fingers as girl-cum began squirting from her cunt in a shower of her juices. "GGGUUUUUUUUHHHHHNNNNNNN!"
she moaned, her whole body jerking in violent pleasure as she came. Finally, she curled away from Scott's hand, the pleasure too much to take. His fingers slid out from her spasming cunt, his wet fingers sliding across her skin.
Now, his focus was solely on Rowena.
She was still grinding against him, her ass an aphrodisiac to Scott's fat dick. She was correct in all her claims. Despite how wrong this might be, Scott's cock loved Rowena's hot body. Despite how strange and unearthly she seemed, Scott wanted to fuck her brains out.
"Kiss it, baby... kiss my tat with your fat cock one more time." Rowena sighed out. She clenched her cheeks around Scott's thick cock as she slid down his meaty weapon. As she did, hic cock slid up the bottom of her back, sliding against that tattoo one more time. The visual of his cock sliding against that evil symbol was enough to make him moan.
Finally, Rowena lifted herself off of him, the sex-juices and saliva connecting her ass and his cock in bands as she sat up. She spun around and crawled over him, her mammoth breasts hanging below her.
"Alright baby..." Rowena began. "It's time to fuck your dream woman."
Scott looked up at her. She was a heavily tattooed older woman with white hair, dead blue eyes, and enormous breasts. She was certainly not his ideal in terms of looks, but he had never wanted to fuck anyone harder than he wanted to at that moment. There was no hesitation on his part. He slid his hands up and took hold of her mammoth breasts gripping them in his fingers, feeling the soft breasts. She reached down to grip his cock, pointing it up ward and sliding her cunt against it.
"I've waited too long for this." Rowena began. "I'm not waiting any longer." With no hesitation, she began to sit on the married man's cock. His cock began to slide into this sprit's twat, her tight lips spreading around his driving meat.
"Fuck." Scott sighed again, feeling another new pussy around his married dick, and hers might have been the best. It felt indescribable. There was just something... amazing about it. It squeezed him hard, coating his cock with even more moisture, it sucked him even farther inside of her, and plus, it was almost like her cunt was massaging him inside of her, trying to coax the cum from his balls. Within seconds, his cock was completely inside her, her ass bumping into his balls.
"Aaaaaahhhhhhhh!" Rowena sighed as her cunt quivered around the thick cock inside of her.
"God damn, that's fucking tight!" Scott marveled, seething in pleasure. His hands immersed themselves in her pale tits, squeezing them roughly as he coped with the new pleasure. He tweaked her hard nipples, causing her to sigh in pleasure again.
"Minutes ago, you were fucking done. Now, you're cock's harder than it's ever been in its life, and it's all for me. See what you can do? See what a fucking man you are?" Rowena asked.
"Mmmmmm." Scott moaned. "It's amazing. It's fucking amazing."
"You've wanted me from the start." she claimed. "Even when I was in my cloak you still wanted to see my tits." she said, swiveling her cunt around his married cock. He didn't respond. He leaned up and took her nipple into his mouth again. She let him suck her tits for a few moments before shoving him back onto the bed.
"No!" she insisted. "It's my time."
With that, she lifted herself up along his cock, pulling herself so that only the tip of his cock was lodged inside her, before driving back down into him hard.
"Guuuhhhh." Scott moaned out.
"I'm gonna fuck your brains out, Scott. I'm gonna fuck you till you can't see straight. Till you can't form words." Rowena claimed. She began to work up a good pace, bouncing on the full length of that married cock.
"I like it! I fucking like it!" Rowena gasped out. "It's been way too fucking long since I've had a married dick! Married cock is so fucking good."
"Oh my God!" Scott panted. "It's so fucking tight! So God damn tight!"
"Admit it! Admit this is the best fucking cunt you've ever had! Admit this old lady's cunt is more amazing and more pleasurable than anything you've felt before. You would trade in your wife in a second for more of my amazing pussy!" Rowena boasted as her ass began slamming into his hips. She looked down on him like a queen looking down at a peasant.
"Yes! You're amazing! You have the best fucking cunt I've ever felt! I would trade in Kate for one more night with you!" Scott proclaimed. Rowena's eyes flashed at this revelation. Hungrily, she leaned down and ran her tongue up his sweaty chest, making her way up towards his neck. She moved in close, licking above his beating heart, and was about to make her way higher, when suddenly, there was something blocking her way.
"Fuck!" Sophie said, lowering her ass onto the married man's face. Rowena pulled back, pure anger flashing across her face.
"What the fuck are you doing?" Rowena screamed out.
"Turnabout's fair play, bitch." Sophie stated with a bitchy smile on her face. "And besides, I want a bit of what he gave you. I want that fucking amazing tongue rimming my ass, just like he did to you." She pressed her ass down against his mouth, and he didn't hesitate. His tongue leapt from his mouth and swiped against her tight asshole. "Oh my God!" she moaned out, wiggling her butt as she felt the married man rimming her.
Rowena was pissed. How dare that fucking bitch ruin this moment! This was her time! Her moment! She would not allow this any further. Rowena gripped Sophie's shoulders with her claw-like fingers, gripping them roughly.
"Aahhh! Bitch!" Sophie screamed out.
"Deal with it!" Rowena told her. Using Sophie's shoulders as leverage, Rowena began bouncing on the fat cock again with renewed vigor, hoping to coax the married man to pump his load deep inside her and deny Sophie the pleasure she sought. She looked down, angry that Scott was going along with Sophie, his tongue giving her the same amazing pleasure he had given Rowena minutes before. She bore down on Scott, driving her body into his.
"Fuck yes! Fuck my cunt, Scott. Forget about Sophie and fuck me!" Rowena moaned. He didn't hear her, his ears smothered by Sophie, and so he just kept rimming her. Rowena bounced angrily, her ass slamming into Scott, the slapping of their skin echoing through the room. She didn't hesitate to dig her nails into Sophie hard as she rode the married man's fat cock. "Come on, Scott! Fuck me! FUCK ME!" she screamed out, slapping his belly with her palm, making him wince. He got the message, wrapping his arms around her waist, driving his cock up into her a bit harder as he continued sucking Sophie's asshole.
"Fuck! Fuck my cunt you motherfucking piece of fucking shit!" Rowena spat out as she bounced up and down his turgid cock. "I said fuck me! Fuck me! FUCK ME! Fuck me hard!" Rowena snarled out, her sweaty flesh slapping against Scott. His hand's slid down from her back before taking each of her round ass-cheeks in his hands, squeezing and molding them in his hands as she rode his married cock.
"God! Fuck yes! His tongue feels even better on my ass than it did on my pussy!" Sophie moaned out as she swiveled her hips, grinding her ass against Scott's face, looking back at Rowena smugly.
Emily was next to them, practically passed out, her legs spread with cum leaking from her naked cunt. She looked dead to the world. It seemed as if her part in the action was over now and she could get some rest.
But Rowena and Sophie were still hard at work. Sophie was grinding her ass against Scott's face roughly as Rowena kept fucking the shit out of Scott. She bounced her ass up and down, taking every inch of his fat cock. If Sophie was out of the way, she could truly bear down.
"Oh my God, oh my God! Yes!" Sophie moaned, flexing her ass against Scott's face. "You're gonna make my ass cum, baby! You're gonna make my ass cum! YYYYYYEEEEEEESSSSSSSS!" Sophie squealed as Scott tongue entered her asshole, sending her over the edge. Her body shivered as an orgasm went through her. She held Scott's head with her hands as she gripped it between her thighs.
Rowena sensed an opportunity. Using her grip on Sophie's shoulders, she pulled Sophie off of Scott, forcing her to the side, tossing away the orgasming woman from the man giving her pleasure. She curled up on her side as she recovered.
With a scowl on her face, Rowena dug in, leaning over Scott.
"You will fucking regret that Scott." Rowena spat out. "I will make you cum inside me and fucking break you. I will make you cum so hard it will hurt. You will never get hard for your wife ever again. Your wife's sex life is done. And yours is just starting. But you need to know your place. You need to know that there are women out there who can and will break you. You need to know never to cross a woman like me. You need to know that when you choose a woman to worship, she needs to be your entire world. Scott, right now, I'm your fucking world!"
She leaned down, licking along his neck, up to his chin, and into his overworked mouth. As her tongue slithered into his mouth, mashing with his, his hands tightened around her waist. As she made the married man suck her tongue, she began to bounce her ass again, riding the full length of his thick, gooey cock again. Their mouths pressed against each other savagely as they made out, moaning into each others' mouths. Finally, she pulled her mouth away, spit connecting their mouths. She leaned upward and put her hands on the headboard. A cold sneer crossed her lips.
"Worship me, Scott. Devote yourself to me. Prove yourself to me and tell me how fucking sexy you think I am. How much you want me. How good I am at fucking." Rowena spat out. Rearing back, she began to drive her ass into him brutally, their skin colliding loudly in a meaty slap. With the added leverage of the headboard, she was practically driving him into the mattress, nearly driving the air from his body, but he was able to find words.
"Rowena... you're amazing!" Scott gasped out, his cock nearly numb with pleasure. "You're the best at fucking! You're a better fuck than Sophie... better than Emily... better than my fucking ugly wife. You are so God damn sexy! So amazing! Your cunt... your tits... your ass... your tattoos! Every inch of you is so fucking incredible. You are so much more amazing than my disgusting wife! You're amazing! You're so fucking sexy! You're the queen! Please just fuck my fucking cock as hard as you can!"
Rowena bounced even harder, slamming into his body, sweat dripping off her naked body. She was fucking him harder than any of the women. She was like an animal, fucking him in such a brutal manner.
"Tell me we've changed your mind!" Rowena commanded, her ass slamming into his crotch, hurting him slightly, but the pleasure made it worth the pain. "Tell me you are going to start fucking other women! Tell me you will cheat on your wife with any slut you get your hands on!"
"YES!" Scott screamed out, driving up into her. "I'm gonna cheat on my wife! I'm gonna fuck Christine, and Stacy, and Lindsay, any huge fucking slut I can find! It's too good to waste my time with Kate when sex is so good with any other woman besides her."
"YES! FUCK YES! FUCK ME YOU SON OF A BITCH! FUCK ME YOU CHEATING ASSHOLE PIECE OF SHIT! FUCK ME! FUCK YOUR QUEEN! FUCK YOUR DREAM WOMAN!" Rowena screamed out.
The rhythmic sound of sweaty flesh slapping into each other echoed through the room. Emily was practically unconscious, and Sophie was still recovering from her last cum. Scott and Rowena were the only ones left, still in action when the others had fallen to the side.
"See what you can do, Scott? Ohhh, FUCK! You see what you're capable of? You see how badly your wife is wasting you?" Rowena asked.
"YES! Fucking shit! Amazing! God, you're amazing! You're incredible! Thank you, Rowena! Thank you so much!" Scott screamed out. He gripped her mammoth breasts, squeezing them over and over again, loving their size and shape.
"Fucking fuck, you're such a God damn man, Scott! An animal. Holy fuck!" Rowena screamed. "Your cock is so fucking good! So fucking nice and fat and thick! I love it! I fucking love it! It's gonna make me fucking cum!"
"Yes! I'm so fucking close! I'm gonna fucking cum so fucking hard!" he screamed out. "Oh God, I love it! Fuck Parkersboro! Fuck Kate! Fuck everyone! I want to just fucking cum in your fucking hot cunt! I love it! I fucking love it! It's so much better than anything my wife ever offered! Holy fucking shit!"
Rowena's cunt quivered. This was coming close to the end for both of them. She increased the ferocity of her fucking, riding him harder, both of them practically bouncing off the bed at the pace of this fucking.
"I'm gonna fucking cum!" Rowena called out, her eyes glowing with need. "I want you to fucking cum inside me! I want your fucking married sperm inside of me! I want you to fill my nasty cunt with thick fucking cum! Fuck yes!"
"Yes! I'm so fucking close! So close!" Scott said, his balls tingling. "I want to do it! I want to fucking cum inside you! I want you to get my hot fucking load!"
"Yes! Do it, Scott! Do it! Feel that tight fucking cunt! I know it feels amazing. Let my pussy overwhelm you, let it break you! Give in to your queen and give her your fucking cum!"
"Oh fuck! Fuck! Fuck! FUCK! Oh my GOD! Yes! Yes! Yes! YES! YES! FFFFFUUUUUUCCCCCCCKKKKKKK!" Scott said, his balls twisting, his explosion seconds away.
"Fuck! FUCK! UHHHHHH! GUUUUHHHHHH! YYYYYYYYYYYYYYYEEEEEEEEEEEESSSSSSSSSSSSSSS! FFFFFFFFFUUUUUUUUUUCCCCCCCCCCKKKKKKKKKKKKK!" Rowena screamed, her cunt clamping down around his thick cock as an orgasm hit her.
Her orgasm hit moments before Scott's. And like with the other two women, the second her orgasm hit her, her appearance changed. And her change was the most severe of all. Suddenly, her tattoos were gone, leaving her pale skin bare. Her white hair changed from the unnaturally white color to a more natural silver shade. Her breasts were still as massive, but there was a lot more sag to them. But as he looked up at her face, mere milliseconds before his orgasm hit, as her amazing pussy clamped down on his thick married cock, if this apparition was to be believed, one thing became clear.
Rowena was old. Very old.
But Scott couldn't study her for too long. His eyes closed as one last thick batch of cum exploded from his balls. Even though this was pretty much emptying his tanks, Rowena's hot body had coaxed forth his biggest load yet.
"YYYYYEEEEEEESSSSSS!" Rowena screamed. "YES! Yes! Thank you! Thank you!" she panted out, her cunt clamping around his cock, thick cum bursting out of it. Scott's cock was swelling as it pumped a heavy load of cum from his balls into her wet twat. She could feel it inside of her, filling her sweet cunt to the brim. She ground into him, making sure his cum got inside her as deep as possible, her ass flexing as she did so. Her body shivered as she came, and Scott's body was so tensed he looked like he might explode.
"Fuck! Fuck! FUCK!" Scott said though clenched teeth, the pleasure almost too much to bear.
Finally, at nearly the same time, both of their bodies collapsed. She fell onto him, their sweaty chests mashing together. Scott gasped for breath, his heart racing. It was incredible. It was the best sex of his life, and he didn't know what that meant. Were his words true? Would he start cheating on his wife? Why was it that these crazy spirits had opened his eyes and given him more pleasure in one night than his wife ever had?
But he didn't have much longer to think. After this long night, the energy in him was practically drained. He had nearly nothing left. He felt like a husk of a man now that his balls were completely drained. His body was collapsed onto the soaked sheet, his heartbeat echoing in his ears. As exhaustion almost took him over, he felt Rowena's lips at his ear.
"Thank you, baby." she whispered. "You just changed the world... I'll see you again."
Sleep overtook Scott Baker, his journey with these spirits seemingly over, for now.
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The next moment Scott was conscious, he was awakening, the sun shining through his closed eyelids. He opened his eyes as he awoke in his own bed. He looked over and next to him slept Kate, his wife. No spirits, no ghosts, no nothing. Just his wife.
What had just happened to him? Had that really been just a dream? An apparition? There was no way that logically could have just happened, but he remembered every moment like it had. In his mind, it felt real, but it couldn't be. As he went into the restroom and cleaned up and brushed his teeth, he looked at himself in the mirror.
What did this dream mean? Was there some part of him that wanted to cheat and that was expressed through that dream? Or was that just the random projections of his mind during sleep? He didn't know. He wanted to forget about what had just happened and just write it all off, but he had to admit, deep down he knew it would be hard to not think back on that amazing night. The pleasure he had experienced was incredible and he could never forget.
As he got more ready for the day, cleaning up, he began to write off the whole thing as some crazy dream. That was until he got out of the shower and caught a flash of... something... in the mirror. Like there was something stuck on his back. He stood in front of the mirror and turned around, and what he saw on his shoulder blade almost made him pass out.
It was a tattoo of a snake's head, fangs bared.
The poison had infected him.
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Scott normally loved Christmas, and loved feeling the spirit of the holidays. But after the events of the night before, the day just felt... dull. Opening up gifts, having a nice, lazy Christmas day, eating food and relaxing... it didn't feel like enough for him. It was like he had been shown a world of color, and now he was back in a world of black and white. Nothing had changed from the day before, Kate was as nice and sweet and pretty as ever. But... he just didn't know if he could shake the things he had said and done with those three spirits. He couldn't forget the way they made him feel. He couldn't forget their hot bodies... their huge tits. He couldn't forget how hot it was to betray his wife by fucking those three mystery women.
And something had happened. That tattoo confirmed that. Whether it was technically real or simply a projection that had made its mark on him somehow... it didn't matter. What was a fact was the world was a lot stranger than what he had thought. It was a crazy world out there, and Scott had only gotten a small taste of it.
Scott was clearly distracted the entire day and into the next. Another day, trudging through the snow, to a business that would get very few customers. Was it all really worth it? Was all this trouble, working so hard for so little reward, was it worth it? Was he really satisfied to go through day after day of this when he had sampled life on the other side, the side where he didn't care about any of this stuff? Where he went through life not caring about anything about his own, narcissistic pleasure? It was so wrong in so many ways, but it felt sooooo good! He had fucked other women besides his wife, and he had enjoyed the hell out of it. Sure, it might not have been really real, but it sure felt real. And it felt good. He couldn't stop thinking about it, and he couldn't sleep without those images coming back into his mind.
As him and Christine got the store up and running for the day, the lack of business left him lost in his own thoughts. As he straightened some papers, he glanced down to see Stacy's discarded business card in the garbage can. He reached down and retrieved it, eying the details.
He knew this was a fork in the road. A major decision in his life. He could keep on doing what he had been doing, or he could call up Stacy and see what happens. He knew that even though she came to him in the guise of business, what she was really selling was pleasure. He knew that, and he knew that if he called her, he would basically be choosing to cheat on his wife again. And from the projection he was shown, he wouldn't regret it.
Was he satisfied with his current life, or had those three spirits changed his mind? Did his loyalty, his commitment to social issues, his passion for change, could those sides stand up to the needs of his cock?
Taking far less time than he thought it would, Scott found himself picking up the phone. Like a fallen angel, an arrogant smirk crossed his lips as Stacy's sexy voice entered his ears.
"Mmm, hello Scott Baker." Stacy purred over the phone.
"Hello, Stacy." he said, his voice resonating in a low timbre that he hadn't used in years. He was flirting, and Stacy could sense it. He could practically sense her plump lips curling into a knowing smile.
"You have a good Christmas?" Scott asked.
"Could have been much better." she admitted. "Waking up on Christmas morning in a hotel room next to some nameless douchebag is not exactly ideal. But that being said, Santa was very kind to me, as always. Got a set of new Christmas stockings... mesh, if you were wondering. Let's see, I got a new lingerie set, very revealing, if you must know. Some new jewelry, a bottle of some of the most expensive perfume in the world, and a $1200 bottle of wine. Despite what you may think, I do have some admirers, Scott."
"Oh, I can believe it." Scott replied with a smile.
"You can, can you?" Stacy asked. "Tell me, Scott, have you reconsidered my offer?" Scott let a heavy pause rise between them before replying.
"I think we should get dinner tonight, Stacy... and talk over things." Scott offered.
"Yes, I'm sure we'll be doing a lot of talking, Scott." she said with a sarcastic giggle. Scott laughed a bit, and then glanced across the room at Christine, hard at work, letting his lecherous eyes admire her hot body for the first time.
"Can I pick you up at seven?" Scott asked.
"I'll be dressed to the nines." Stacy replied. "Hopefully, that wife of yours won't be wondering why her hubby won't be getting in so, so late."
Scott considered her words but he wasn't concerned by them. Kate trusted him without question. He could tell her anything and she would believe it. He could get away with so much behind her back and she wouldn't sense a thing.
"That won't be a problem." Scott replied.
"Mmm, I can't wait till tonight." Stacy purred. "I'll be thinking about you till then."
"I'll see you at seven, then." Scott replied, hanging up the phone with a new confidence, a change that was not lost on his co-worker.
Christine sensed something off about her boss all morning. She kept herself busy, as usual, but she kept one eye on Scott. He had been acting weird all morning, and when he picked up the phone, he spoke in a far stranger way than he usually did. He spoke in a way that was almost... flirty. She listened in a bit, but she didn't want to be impolite.
She kept herself busy, organizing stacks of books, when she suddenly sensed a presence behind her. She was about to turn around when she felt a pair of hands grip her hips and a pair of lips move close to her ear. At this close proximity, goose bumps rippled across her skin. She glanced back to see Scott behind her.
"What is it?" she whispered huskily, not sure what was going on and what her boss was doing.
"I just wanted to tell you..." Scott began, whispering hotly in her ear. "I'm sorry."
"For what?" she asked with a nervous giggle.
"I'm sorry I never told you before... told you how sexy you are." Scott whispered, sliding his fingertips along the exposed skin above the hem of her jeans, below her sweater.
"What?" she asked.
"Working with you every day... you drive me wild." he said, sliding his bulging crotch into her jean-clad butt lightly. "You have an amazing body. You should show it off."
With that, he pulled away and walked towards the back. She didn't know where the hell that came from. Her boss was always so kind and friendly and respectful, never acting in any way inappropriate. So, all of a sudden, him acting this way, flirting with her, it was out of nowhere. She didn't know where this side of him came from, it was so unlike him.
But she liked it.
That close proximity, the way he talked to her, the way he flirted with her, the way he rubbed himself against her, that was an outright pass at her, wasn't it? He was flirting with her. And because of that, her eyes were glassy with lust. Her nipples had tightened and her pussy was dripping wet.
She watched Scott enter the back room, and as he did, he looked back at her, leaving the door cracked open.
Was this happening? Was this really, actually, finally happening? It was! And she was almost too stunned to react. Christine hesitated. He clearly wanted her to join him, and deep down, she so wanted to. She had crushed on him hard for years. She had dreamed of this moment since meeting him. She had always sensed a spark between them, and now the tension between them had been ignited.
She wanted this, she REALLY wanted this, but she had always been too shy to say anything. She had been terrified of being rejected, and she couldn't risk that. If she couldn't be around him she would just die. Just being in his presence was enough to fuel her fantasies of an illicit work affair. She had always been so demure, but something about Scott ignited something within her. Made her think things she had never even contemplated before.
Any self-respecting girl knew that a married man was supposed to be hands off, but she didn't care. He was that irresistible to her. She had been raised right and had always been a straight arrow, but this married man incited such passionate lust within her. The fact that he was taken only made her want him more.
His wife had always been perfectly pleasant to her, but Christine couldn't help but resent her. She was the obstacle separating her from her ultimate crush. She couldn't help but compare herself to Scott's wife, and she couldn't stop herself from thinking she had his wife beat. She was younger, better looking and had a better body. Plus, Kate always seemed kinda run-down and exhausted. She never even made an effort to be pretty for him. If Christine was Scott's girl, she would happily be the hot babe on his arm he deserved.
Christine couldn't believe her fantasy had suddenly become a reality. But she was a realist, so she knew she couldn't be stupid about this. They were in a store. She couldn't be so reckless... could she? Anyone could walk in at any time, including that wife of his. She supposed it was a good thing they never had any business in the mornings.
For the first time in her life, Christine got aggressive. She made up her mind. She pushed past her shyness. It was time to stop letting others walk all over her and begin anew. It was time for Christine to start walking over other people to get what she wanted. She resolved to never step aside again. She sauntered over to the backroom, joining her boss, shutting the door behind her.
And as she did, as Scott saw this shy young woman become the slut she was born to be, he smiled. Thoughts of her, of Stacy, of Lindsay, and even Mrs. Thomas entered his head.
Scott Baker's married cock was now on the market. And that fact would make a lot of women very happy.
And it did. Boy, did it ever. And the sad thing was, no one noticed the change in him. In fact, so many had told him that he needed to loosen up, so that when he did, they were happy for him.
The angel had fallen from grace, and it was welcomed with applause. Thus was the nature of the citizens of Parkersboro.
No one raised an eyebrow at the champion of the people of this fair city when his appearance in various hotel lobbies became commonplace, sneaking off for illicit encounters with that slutty brunette real estate rep with the huge, jiggling tits. Not a single one of the maids at those hotels said anything about this outwardly pure, virtuous man despite the wrecked state of the rooms he had stayed in. They didn't tell anyone about the sex-soaked sheets him and that slut left behind. They didn't mention anything as they cleaned his cum off the shower walls.
Thus was how numb the citizens of Parkersboro were to the corruption flowing through it.
Not one of his fellow employees at his store raised any questions at the long, hard hours he and Christine worked together. Not one of them suspected anything untoward when he offered to give her a ride home. No one seemed to notice when she and he would work a closing shift together and then be wearing the same clothes during an opening shift the next morning.
Thus was how naïve and blind this town's people were towards their so-called beacons of hope.
Not even his family was immune to their blind spot towards Scott. His parents didn't suspect a thing when he called out of the blue, seeking their old neighbors, the Thomas's, contact information. So happy they were at their son taking some time to reconnect with people that they didn't suspect any ulterior motive. Nor did his wife, when Scott out of nowhere suggested they meet up with his family at a New-Years gathering at his brother's place.
All these people who trusted Scott, unknowing that he could ever contemplate taking advantage of that trust. None of them noted the change in him.
But there was a small subset of people who did notice that change. Who noticed this new and improved Scott almost immediately. Who could practically smell the infidelity coming off of him and knew how little that ring on his finger actually mattered to him.
Mrs. Thomas certainly did. As soon as she found him standing on her pouch, she knew exactly what he was there for. She would have known even if she hadn't felt his eyes on her sun-baked cleavage. She would have known even if she hadn't sensed his easy form of flirting. But Mrs. Thomas didn't let the game between them play out for too long before stopping him. She knew how to get down with the best of them and she didn't feel the need to waste any time now that this hunky younger man was already in her clutches. A simple, "Are you here to fuck me, Scott?" was all that the older woman needed to say. And his wicked smile was all the answer she needed.
Minutes later, she was in bed on her back, legs spread, the beacon of hope of Parkersboro driving his thick weapon into her nasty, amazingly tight old cunt, her big old tits bouncing in the process. And as the moans of his much older former neighbor hit his ears and he washed his face with the sweat coming off her massive knockers, Scott knew this wouldn't be the last time he would feel her tight cunt stretched around him.
Scott's confidence grew with each instance of infidelity, to the point where he no longer felt the need to be the aggressor. This came to a head at his family's New Years Eve party.
The Baker clan always did a thorough big New Years event, and this year his brother was hosting. Scott usually declined these events, knowing he had better things to attend to. But to his family's surprise, Scott showed up, with Kate in tow. He was happy to see a fair amount of people there, but only one of them mattered to the married man. He was happy to see the perfect blonde hair, angelic face, and crystal blue eyes of his nephew's wife, Lindsay. Her eyes lit up at this sudden appearance.
Scott's confidence was brimming to the point where he knew he could slow play this encounter. He could let this young babe come to him.
And he was right. He was SO right.
The thought of Scott having a dark side was so foreign to all that knew him that he could practically be shoving it in their faces and they wouldn't notice a thing.
Kate mingled with her husband's family, having the opportunity to catch up with people she hadn't seen in years. She kept one eye on her husband, as any wife would, seeing what he was up to. She saw her niece Lindsay bounding up to him, eager to make conversation. She noticed the easy rapport Scott had with Lindsay, and seeing her hubby being social and friendly and out-going with their young niece made her heart burn with affection for him.
It's a good thing she wasn't listening in to them.
No one was. So trusted was he that no one bothered to eavesdrop on him, the idea of him being in any way inappropriate with his niece not even close to coming to the mind of anyone who knew him.
Except for Lindsay.
The thought of him being inappropriate with her had fueled her sexual fantasies for years. The only way her hubby could make her cum was when she let herself think about Scott for a little while.
"Uncle Scott, it has been way too long." Lindsay, said approaching him.
"Yes it has." he said with a smile, giving her a platonic hug, feeling her press her large teenage breasts into him. But he gave no sign that he noticed. "And how many times do I have to tell you, don't call me Uncle." She smiled.
"Just teasing you." she said coyly.
"How's the married life treating you? It must be different being married so young." Scott asked knowingly.
"Oh... uh, well, you know... its cool." she replied.
"That sounds like a strong affirmative." Scott said knowingly. "Lindsay, you can talk to me. I'm your trusted Uncle Scott." She nodded lightly.
"Uh, you know, it's good, but sometimes, you know... sometimes, occasionally, I wished I had waited around, maybe till I was older, maybe till things were already in place." Lindsay said, glancing up at him. "Does that sound bad?" she asked.
"No, it's okay... trust me, there's always that moment after you get married when you wonder what the hell you were thinking." Scott agreed.
"Yes!" Lindsay said, barely containing her excitement. "You know what I mean, then?" Scott shrugged his shoulders, not wanting to give a concrete answer, not giving her what she wanted, an inroad to his fidelity.
"I mean, I love Caleb, I do, but you know... he's a boy, and sometimes, you know, I want a man." she admitted. "He's nice and he's sweet, but I don't know what he wants to do with his life. I want someone who knows exactly what he wants... and takes it."
"Mmm." he said, noncommittal.
"Like, since we got married, he's kinda let himself go a bit, and it's like... if he really was devoted to me, wouldn't he want to keep himself at his best?" she began. "Like, look at you. You look amazing. I should have you give some tips to him. You keep yourself looking good for Aunt Kate. Why can't he do the same for me?"
"Well, sometimes life gets in the way." Scott said. "Kate used to be a gym- body, but work keeps her busy. Yes, she's probably put on a few pounds, but I still love her."
"It's weird, both of our marriages, one of us keeps the package tight and toned, the other... not so much." Lindsay said with a laugh, glancing over at her husband, then her Aunt, then up to her Uncle. Scott simply smiled.
As the two chatted, the signs were there for anyone who was watching. The way she played with her golden hair, the way she exposed her neck, the way she pivoted her hips slightly, bouncing her foot back and forth on her heel as she stood in place. The way she would casually touch him. She wanted him, but both of them were so trusted that no one thought twice. But Scott wasn't biting the bait. Not yet.
Music played and drinks were shared. People worked the room, but Scott and Lindsay only worked each other. Lindsay should have taken this as a good sign that she had a chance with her husband's sexy uncle, but she did not. Platonic familial dancing was had, but Lindsay used the chance to press herself indecently close.
She touched him and she felt his hands on her as they danced, making goose- bumps appear on her skin. She really wanted to take things to the next level, except he wasn't taking the bait. She was gagging for him, but she knew if she crossed a line he wasn't willing to cross, she could push him away forever. But eventually, her teenage impatience became too much to take.
She began dancing with her back to him, his hands on her sides as she shook her butt slightly. Some might see this dance as being inappropriate for an uncle and niece to be taking apart of, but no one raised an eyebrow. Lindsay was feeling a bit hot under the collar, though she didn't know if Scott was feeling the same thing she was. She didn't know if this was a platonic, innocent dance or something more. She just shook her butt slightly as she danced for him until she got her answer, in the form of the throbbing nine- inch erection that grazed against her butt. She shivered and sighed, her eyes growing wide and her pussy growing wet. She looked back at him, licking her lips.
"You're toying with me?" she asked, Scott only answering with a knowing smile. Her feelings affirmed, she pressed her butt against him firmly, grinding against his thick meat. The two were basically dirty dancing at this point, surrounded by family, but no one noticing a thing as he held her against him. This went on for a few minutes, both of them getting worked up before she turned back and looked at him again.
"I want to kiss you." she sighed, eyes heavy with lust. His nod of assent was only sight, being seen only by her.
And kiss they did.
When the ball dropped and a new year began, neither Scott nor Lindsay were to be found. As the family screamed out in joy at another new year, the crowd was thick enough for Kate to not think twice that her husband wasn't next to her. Caleb thought the same thing about his wife, so both weren't too distressed about the fact they didn't have anyone to kiss as the New Year kicked off.
Scott and Lindsay did not share that problem.
At the same moment the New Year began, Scott and Lindsay's open mouths pressed against each other. As a chunk of the world screamed out in joy at a new year beginning, Scott and Lindsay's attention was solely on each other. Stolen away together in a tiny bathroom, tongues mashed as they made out, kissing energetically, attacking each other with pent up passion. The small bathroom began to heat up with the lust they were feeling.
It was in that bathroom that Scott's sweet, angelic, church-going niece officially became a full-on slut. Scott inspired his sweetheart of a niece to become a wicked little whore, a filthy tramp. And it was as she felt his thick, married, nine-inch cock inside of her that she felt like a real woman for the first time. She was done with boys. From this point on, she only wanted men. Now that Scott had unleashed his gorgeous niece upon the world, there was no stopping her from being the wicked slut she was born to be. They were gone for a while in the bathroom, but lucky for them, their spouses were too stupid to notice a thing.
When they finally emerged and returned to their spouses, Caleb wrote off his wife's slightly mussed hair and dreamy, blissed-out smile as a sign she had snuck into a bit of the booze. The only thing that could have changed his mind is if he knew her cunt was currently filled with his uncle's hot, thick cum. But he wouldn't notice, cause she would never be so careless. She knew could get away with cheating behind his back now, and so nothing would stop her from doing it in the future.
As Scott greeted his wife, she simply smiled, hugged and kissed him. If she had known that minutes earlier that mouth had been wrapped around his niece's hard nipple, she would have been mad, but a thought like that would never come to a woman like her. Much like with Lindsay, Scott had no doubt how much he could get away with now.
"Happy New Year!" she said.
"Happy New Year!" he agreed, knowing this year would certainly be a good one for him.
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(Two Months Later)
Stacy Robinson braced herself as the biting February air blew across her. Clutching her coat around her, she used her other hand to bring the cigarette to her lips, puffing on it lightly as she waited for her boss to meet her. She looked behind her as she stood in front of her newest real estate acquisition.
"Baker's Books"
It was amazing how quickly they had cleared the place out. The shelves were empty and the place now lifeless. She remembered the day Scott signed off on selling the store, and the thought sent a jolt through her. He had signed the contract on her sweaty naked back, and had practically used his cum as the ink. Stacy started to get warmer.
She saw the sleek black Lexus approaching so she stamped out the cigarette under her stylish boot. The car pulled up in front of the store, and the driver, a large, bulky young man emerged from inside. He got out and moved towards the back door, opening it up.
Her boss had arrived.
The older woman stepped out, her black hair blowing in the wind. Her large black overcoat kept her warm and her eyes were hidden by her sunglasses. Her heels clicked on the concrete as she walked around the car, and as she did, Stacy noted her bulging belly, evident even underneath her coat. Her boss was very, very pregnant, practically ready to burst. But the news Stacy had for her brought her out, even in her condition. Stacy was impressed at this older woman. She was probably in her mid-forties, but she didn't dare ask. And Stacy was impressed that this older woman was still getting it on. That's how she imagined she would behave once she reached that age. She couldn't blame her. Stacy's boss was gorgeous. Her boss glanced up at her, and Stacy smiled in response.
"Good morning, Madeline." Stacy said, staring into the eyes of her boss. She had many names. The Devil's Mistress. The Goddess of Darkness. The Queen Witch.
Madeline Crow.
The Queen Witch herself, a woman who had been born over 300 years prior, was standing in front of Stacy. A woman whose identity as a witch had been discovered, leading to 300 years of imprisonment by a corrupt church. But she had escaped her prion, thanks to her own cunning, and the foolish stupidity of a very naïve girl. As soon as she escaped, she had gotten to work, spreading her proverbial tendrils throughout this metropolis, gaining more and more followers. But she needed more followers, followers that were nearly as skilled as she was. That was what brought her out this crisp February morning.
Stacy's new boss was Madeline Crow, but she didn't know her by that name, cause that name was well-known around the town. Stacy didn't know that her boss was such a historical figure, an accused witch of the highest order. A person who was imprisoned for practicing the darkest of the dark arts, of doing unspeakable things.
No, Stacy knew her as Madeline Crane, entrepreneur, high-powered executive. Stacy had never heard of her until she made her presence known a few months prior. Stacy didn't know much about her, but it was clear she had wealth and power. It seemed like she came out of nowhere, but she already had a cult of loyal followers. Whenever Stacy visited her office, her workers seemed devoted to her. Stacy glanced down at her boss's choice of footwear, designer high- heels.
"High heels and pregnant? I have to say I am impressed." Stacy said with a laugh. Madeline smiled lightly.
"Thank you, dear." Madeline replied. "It is getting a bit harder to get around nowadays, but this is for a good cause."
"How far along are you?" Stacy asked.
"Just entered my ninth month." Madeline said.
"Is it your first?" Stacy asked.
"Second." Madeline replied coolly. "My first is... ten months old."
"Wow." Stacy replied with a smile. "I guess you're man couldn't keep his hands off of you."
"You have no idea." Madeline said with a laugh. "What about you? When are you gonna end up in the family way."
Stacy's face brightened with a smile.
"I don't know." Stacy said. "Me and our mutual friend Scott have been going at it pretty hot and heavy lately, so it should be anytime now."
"No protection?" Madeline asked.
"Oh, no." Stacy replied, shaking her head, as if the answer was obvious. "Did you see him? You don't make a guy like him wear a condom."
"Good girl." Madeline replied. "I haven't seen him since I hired him on. Has he been acclimating?" she asked, knowing Stacy dealt with him more than she did.
"Oh, yeah. What an incredible coincidence that his new job has him working practically hand-in-hand with myself, your favorite real estate rep. And for that, I thank you." Stacy said with a light bow. Madeline smiled slightly, before her expression turned more serious.
"Now... I have to ask... has he mentioned what changed his mind?" Madeline asked.
"No. I don't know how you guys did it, but no, he's never gone into it." Stacy replied. She could see the nervousness in her boss's eyes. Stacy wasn't stupid. She was well-aware that Madeline's work was not all above board, and this didn't bother her at all. She wanted to let her boss know that she was well aware of this and that she was happy to play ball and protect her. "Don't worry, Madeline. Trust me, whether it's me or that little Asian bitch he brought along with him from here... when he's around one of us, we tend to keep his mouth very busy. He won't say a thing."
Madeline seemed more content with this, knowing Stacy was happy to protect her.
"Remind me to raise your salary." Madeline said with a smile. "I'm sure you'll keep an eye on him for me. He's probably seen a lot more than he thought he did. I can trust you to keep him silent?"
"Of course." Stacy replied, not knowing what she was capable of but knowing she didn't want Scott to be on her bad side. Madeline nodded. She turned to look at the store-front. "So, tell me what you've got."
"Well, the workers dug through the foundation in the basement, like you asked. They took a while, but it seems like they found something. From what they described, it sounds like what you were looking for. I told them to stop and clear out until I received the go-ahead from you."
"Very good." Madeline said. She looked at Stacy and nodded. "You've done good work, Ms. Robinson. Is there a path down there?"
"Yes. You just go down to the stairs to the basement. They have a ladder going into down underground from there, and there is a wooden path from there. Are you going down there? I'm not so sure if you want to do that in your... condition." Stacy said.
"I'll be fine, dear." Madeline replied. "Tony here will help me. Do you have a key?"
Stacy reached into her pocket and produced a key, dropping it into her boss's palm.
"You can move along, dear. I'm sure Mr. Baker might need some of your personal assistance." Madeline hinted coyly. Stacy smiled.
"Alright, Ms. Crane. If you insist." Stacy said. "I am wearing my favorite thong today, and I do love the idea of Scott pulling it out with his teeth."
With that, Madeline nodded and gave the younger woman the go-ahead. Stacy stepped into her car and drove away, so Madeline turned her focus on the store.
300 years of work was about to pay off.
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Madeline Crow's heels clicked on the wooden boards beneath her feet as she stepped off the ladder. Tony's hands were on her hips, making sure she was stable as she stepped off the ladder. Madeline stepped forward, holding a flashlight, lighting up the path ahead. A relieved smile crossed her lips.
"You can go upstairs, dear." she told Tony. "Keep the car warm."
"Uh, are you sure, Ms. Crow?" Tony asked. "Do you think you'll need help getting back up?"
"I'll be fine dear." Madeline said. "I'll have help."
Tony nodded, knowing not to question Madeline, so he made his way up the ladder and back outside.
Madeline Crow, the wicked witch herself, turned around and looked down the long, dark hallway. As her heels clicked on the haphazardly placed floorboards, she reflected on what brought her here. This was a path that began before her imprisonment, over 300 years ago. And during her imprisonment, when she was locked alone in that fucking house, she had set up the pieces for this, but had no way to make it play out. But now, she did.
The walls were purely rock and dirt, but as she walked farther along the dark hall, the walls transformed into brick and stone. She could feel the dark magic flowing through this area, floating in the air. The floor beneath her turned to rock, and her heels echoed through the halls. She made a turn down a dark hallway, and then... she saw it.
The doorway.
At the end of this hallway was a heavy, stone door, adorned with strange symbols. In front of this door was an archway, adorned with even more symbols. As she moved closer, the air became dense with dark magic. Even for a woman as entrenched in dark magic such as her, the hair on the back of her neck stood on end.
She approached the stone door placed her palm against it. She moved in closer, pushing her cheek against the stone, feeling the cold stone against her face. Under her breath, she murmured incantations and enchantments, trying to bring the door to life. This went on for a while as Madeline did her work, trying to bring 300 years of work to its fruition. Finally, the door became hot, and a dark red glow emanated from it. She stepped back and her eyes widened in excitement.
The seal around the door began to break as red light glowed from behind it, and stepping forward she pushed on the heavy stone. The door swung back, as if on a hinge, and dark black smoke billowed out from within it. The red glow disappeared as soon as the door opened, so as Madeline stared into the depths of darkness beyond the door, she could see nothing but black smoke. She couldn't see very far into it, and she knew better than to step inside. Even though she couldn't see, she knew what was back there, and knew she couldn't cross into that barrier.
But she knew something could come out.
"My sisters!" Madeline called out into the darkness. "Come to me! Follow my voice! It's time!"
Madeline's eyes blazed as she watched the darkness. Finally, her ears picked up the sounds of approaching footsteps.
"Come to me!" Madeline called out again. Finally, the smoke seemed to part, and from within, three women appeared.
Emily, Sophie, and Rowena.
All looked like they did in Scott's dream. Emily, looking like she was clad in an old-fashioned dress, Rowena in her dark black cloak, and Sophie in her slutty, sexy Christmas elf wear.
"Come to me." Madeline beckoned to them. All three studied their surroundings before stepping forward, stepping through the doorway, out to the other side. As soon as they did, the stone door swung shut behind them, locking back into its place.
Madeline trusted her skills, but even with that in mind, she was shocked that this had worked. Standing before her were these three women, three women who were supposed to be long gone. Women that were not of this time. They were from her time.
Rowena, Sophie, and Emily had all died 300 years ago. Purged in the unfair genocide of her sisterhood. Burned at the stake due to the fact that they were unable to do the same to Madeline, and the church wanted blood wherever it could be had. All three associated to Madeline in different ways.
This was the plan. The entire time. During her imprisonment, she had made contact with their three spirits on the other side. She located them and began setting up her plan, bringing these three spirits closer to this plane of existence, setting up all the projections, everything. Everything was set up and put in place. The only thing they had to do was execute their plan. Their plan was to create a confrontation between these three spirits and a man who had committed vows of marriage in the eyes of the church. They had set up the setting for this confrontation to exist, but the one thing they needed, a target. But they didn't really have a choice.
Scott Baker was the target, even though it theoretically could have been any married man. The reason he was chosen was simple.
It was real estate.
That was it. It was, in the end, a matter of land. Madeline knew this temple was here, located underneath this building. But they couldn't get to it legally unless he signed over the property, and he claimed he would never sell. Sure, she had many means to get this land that weren't quite above board, but she didn't want to create any unnecessary risk, especially when a more elegant solution was possible. To get the property from Scott, they needed him to change his mind, and to get these three back to this world, they needed a married man. He was the perfect target.
To bring these women back to life, they needed these spirits to be on the receiving end of a married man's seed. Seed promised to another. They needed a church vow to be broken, since it was the church responsible for their demise. They needed that seed deep inside them to connect to the living plane, to be allowed to regain existence in a mortal form.
They only had one shot to bring them back to life, a single opportunity to make this happen. If it failed, Emily, Rowena, and Sophie could never come back. They would be gone for good. But it had worked. Scott Baker had succumbed in every way imaginable, given up his seed, and given up his property. And because of that, these three women were back to life, standing in front of her.
"Ladies..." Madeline began, staring at three women she hadn't seen for hundreds of years with her own eyes. "It has been too long."
"Madeline..." Emily said, staring in shock at the woman in front of her. "I can't believe it."
"You never did." Madeline said, approaching her, looking her over. "One of the few advantages of the spiritual plane is that it allows your true form to emerge. Some take advantage, taking the form they always wanted, eliminating the flaws. And some women... some women are too proud to change." she said, staring pointedly at Emily as she said this. "Emily, my dear older sister... you were too proud to change, weren't you? Oh... wait a minute, maybe you did. I don't remember your boobs being so firm. And what happened to your crow's feet?" she asked mockingly. Emily looked ashamed, as if she had been caught. "Maybe you are starting to believe after all. You see what you missed out on? You always doubted me, questioned what I could do, turned me away when I offered to bring you in."
"I never believed any of it. Never." Emily said. "And I paid for your crimes by being burned at the stake!"
"But now you're back, thanks to me." Madeline said. "Isn't that right?" Emily looked at the ground.
"Yes." she relented.
"And now you owe me." Madeline said. "I brought you here. Don't you see my power now, Sis? Now, you owe me your life. You will do what I say. You will serve in my war."
Emily was a proud woman, but even she had to admit her younger sister was right. She had committed many crimes against nature to bring her back to life, but here she was, feeling cool air on her skin again.
"Madeline... I'll do what you say." Emily relented.
"Good. I know you lost your family, as did I, but don't worry... I'll have a young man for you in no time. You'll have a new family very soon, just like me." Madeline said, jutting out her belly. Emily stared down at it. Madeline grabbed her wrist and put her sister's hand on her belly, sliding it under her coat. Just as she did, the baby inside her kicked. "Don't you want this, Emily?" Madeline asked. Emily looked up at Madeline, her eyes flashing with jealousy and want.
"Yes." she said, with passion in her voice.
"Very good." Madeline replied. "You won't regret it." Madeline turned her attention to Sophie. "Now, some women are too proud to change, but some take advantage. I LOVE your new look!"
"Thanks, Madeline!" Sophie said with a cute smile. Madeline reached forward and ran her hands across the mammoth, latex-covered breasts.
"Mmmm, I love it." Madeline said appreciatively. "The breasts... the ass... the legs... the face... the hair. All of it a smokescreen. All of it hiding the madness within, isn't that right... Sepheera the Crazed? That's what they called you right?" The younger woman smiled at this. Sophie was a façade, like so much else. She was truly Sepheera, a name nearly as well known as Madeline's. Madeline looked into Sophie/Sepheera's eyes, and for a moment, she recognized that crazed glint she knew so well of her favorite apprentice in the dark arts.
"They thought it was an insult. I wore it with honor." Sepheera replied.
"Well, Sepheera, my dear, with this package, you will do some serious damage." Madeline replied. "But, you will have to learn to control your little... outbursts... until the proper time." Madeline warned, knowing the acts of insanity this young woman in front of her was capable of. Acts so incomprehensible they couldn't be put into words.
"Well, we'll see about that." Sepheera relented.
Madeline had not been present for Sepheera's capture, but the rumors were it was a bloody one. While Emily pled legitimate innocence as she was ripped from her family, Sepheera didn't bother, cause there was no innocence within her anymore.
Even before witchcraft became known to public at large, it was clear young Sepheera had something dark within her. It wasn't till she crossed paths with Madeline that the darkness within her was focused and refined. No one had been able to reign in the terror of young Sepheera until Madeline displayed her hidden talents to the young woman, and it was only then that she fell in line. Madeline knew keeping someone with such a short fuse around was risky, but she had proved to be quite useful. And she would be again.
Madeline moved on to Rowena. As she did, Rowena pulled back her cloak, revealing her visage to her old friend.
"And then you... Rowena the Ruthless. Not even Hell itself could contain you." Madeline marveled. Rowena let a smirk cross her lips. "But, it's clear Hell left its mark." she said, eyeing the pure white hair on her head and her glowing blue eyes, a look she didn't recognize.
"You have no idea." Rowena replied. She reached down and pulled her cloak up, pulling it over her head, revealing her nude, tattooed form to her old friend, her sister in arms. Madeline's eyes widened. She studied the marks on her first lieutenant's skin avidly. "Clearly, it left its mark." she repeated.
"I wear these proudly." Rowena said. "I'm not ashamed of my journey. I take pride in it."
"Well, that's good, I suppose." Madeline replied. "We will have to give you some long sleeves... and some hair dye... and some contacts. But we can make this work." Rowena let a flash of annoyance cross her face. "Trust me, your style of brutal sexuality was ahead of its time. You will demolish the men of today. Men today LOVE older women. You were smart to hide your true age, dear. Men don't typically go for women quite that old. You hit the sweet spot, my love, and you won't regret it." Madeline said, addressing the older woman, her longest tenured ally, her friend and lieutenant from practically the beginning.
Rowena nodded at her old friend, the only woman who could ever tell her what to do.
Rowena had been truly ruthless indeed. Much like Sepheera, even before witchcraft was a known thing, it was clear there was something off about Rowena.
When Madeline had first encountered Rowena, even she had been stunned by how off-putting the older woman was. Rowena was many years Madeline's senior, and she was a strict, cold, callous woman. She had a short temper, a cruel demeanor, and an impressive body. No one got close enough to her to notice that though, but Madeline's keen eye had spotted it immediately. She had noticed Rowena's jutting chest, nearly as large as her own, but feeling the effects of age more than her own large and firm pair. She had spied her impressive frame, a little bit older and a little more fragile, but still very fit and with curves in all the right places. And despite her older age, she still possessed an elegant, mature beauty that countered her age. It must be easy for a woman to not have smile lines on her face when she never smiled. Few enjoyed dealing with the unpleasant woman. While some might see humor in all these sturdy men being scared off by this old woman, there was nothing funny about it. The men that dealt with her seemed shaken by their encounters. Most wrote this off due to her harsh temper, but Madeline suspected the true reason.
In the time of puritans, Madeline knew first-hand that a woman embracing her sexuality was frowned upon. And Rowena... she had sexuality dripping from her pores. She was a woman of another time, much like herself. Despite the fact that Rowena was older that Madeline, who herself was considered an older lady by some, Madeline could feel the barely contained sexuality of the woman. And Madeline rightly suspected that all those one-on-one meetings Rowena had with the few men who would deal with her were the only times the true Rowena emerged. The true sexuality Rowena brought to the surface behind closed doors. And with the way those men walked after she was done with them... Madeline just knew she was right.
Even Madeline was put off by the nasty, cruel older woman during their first meeting. That was when Madeline did what no one had before, standing up to her, showing her that Rowena had nothing on Madeline. Outwardly, to the people of their village, nothing changed and Rowena was still the crazy old lady no one liked dealing with. But behind closed doors, Rowena submitted her time to Madeline, entering the world of witchcraft and the dark arts, taking to it like the natural she was.
Whereas Sepheera's talents lied in her ferocity and savagery, Rowena's were built around pure power. She had very quickly taken to Madeline's lessons and possessed a power that nearly rivaled her mentor's, but she didn't possess the deft hand or deep pool of knowledge that Madeline did. Madeline had opened up a whole new way of life for her, a way to unleash that something inside of her that had been bursting out her entire life. So in return, despite maintaining her unpleasant exterior to everyone else she encountered, she showed deference to the one woman who had opened up this new world to her. Madeline Crow was the only woman who could tell her what to do.
For a long time, these three women, among others, had practiced their craft in secret. For Madeline, that meant blending into society, no one suspecting the truth, the snake in their midst. For Sepheera, that meant withdrawing from society nearly completely, not letting others see her crazy side and start asking questions. And for Rowena, that meant hiding not just behind her unpleasant demeanor, but also hiding her true power behind her old age and fragility. These women would get together in secret and when they did it was an uneasy but affective alliance. That was until Madeline was captured, purely on a baseless accusation, a fortunate bit of chance for the church, the right woman being put away for the wrong reasons, leading to the swift downfall of the group Madeline had spent years cultivating, just like that.
Rowena was a powerful woman and a mighty witch and when the authorities came for her, it was said the world shook a little bit and many were left in her wake. And as the legend goes, when she was burned at the stake, the fire coughed, as if Hell was trying to spit her back out. As if she was too terrible and unpleasant even for Hell itself. A legend that had been proven true.
"So... everything went to plan?" Madeline asked.
"Yes. I'm sure of it." Rowena replied, answering for the three, despite Sepheera's annoyance at this.
"He didn't suspect he was being lied to?" Madeline asked. Rowena raised an eyebrow.
"What, he didn't suspect that his life wouldn't be as bad as we painted it out to be? He didn't suspect that he was mere days from conceiving the first of his six children with his wife? He didn't suspect that he was about to receive a massive donation from an anonymous donor, enough to keep the doors of his store open for the rest of his life? He didn't suspect that enough people would get behind him and his cause that he would be able to run for mayor and win? That he would be successful in rescuing this town from the filth and bring it up to prominence? That all of his work was about to pay off in a big way?" Rowena asked, pausing, making her point. "No, he didn't suspect a thing. All the doubts he felt about his future didn't come from us. They came from within himself. So... we're in the clear." Rowena stated.
"Good." Madeline replied. "While it would have been nice to get the mayor's office out of the hands of that Church-backed prick, this town needs to stay in the mud for us to play." she stated, not letting on that she was unsure of Rowena a little bit. Something about her and the way she described Scott seemed... off. She wondered for a second if cold, cruel Rowena had developed affection for the married man. While she would never vocalize these thoughts, she promised to keep one eye on her follower, making sure she didn't do anything that would put them or her rising empire in jeopardy.
Rowena didn't let on that she sensed Madeline's suspicions. And they were well-founded. Despite knowing better, she just knew that her and Scott had something beyond a normal sexual encounter. Something deeper. And despite knowing she was forbidden from seeing him again in fear of exposing their group, she was unable to deny the bond they shared. They now shared the mark of the serpent, a mark only had by them two. The poison in her veins was now in him. In his veins... in his seed. The dark arts flowed through him now, and that darkness would carry through to the many children his spurting dick would create in the sluts he would be fucking. A consequence Madeline was aware of, knowing that her influence would only spread due to this, creating more followers for her to shape and mold. Even though other women would carry these babies, in the end, they were truly Madeline's children. However, the act of Rowena creating this dark connection with Scott created a strong bond, drawing those two together with a force even stronger than the ones Madeline possessed.
This was, of course, ignoring the other thing bringing Rowena and Scott together. The inseminated egg inside of her, a new life being created, a child conceived between a man among the living and a spirit trapped in hell.
A consequence of this encounter that no one anticipated.
"Very well." Madeline began. "Now, come on ladies." she ordered, turning and beginning to walk down the hall, leading along her coven reborn. "We've got work to do."
Scott Baker was a good man. He had pledged his life to bring his hometown out of the darkness, to bring goodness and purity to this den of sin. But in the end, greed, jealousy, and lust were his downfall. He had traded in his values in the name of pleasure. He had found the solution to all his problems. He had saddled himself to a failing business and an inferior wife. He had spent years trying to figure out how to make his store a success. And he had found the magic solution for success and happiness. He sold his store, betrayed his wife, and started fucking as many sluts as he could find. Christine... Stacy... Lindsay... Mrs. Thomas... all these women and more had cum on the end of his cock since his eyes had been opened. Even someone as pure as Scott was willing to sell out his values for the right price. That price being a pair of massive breasts for his hands and a tight cunt for his married cock. He had betrayed his wife, but that was just the beginning. His actions had unleashed a force of darkness far more sinister and clever than any it had seen in hundreds of years.
Scott Baker, the man who fought so hard to protect this city, may have just doomed it forever.
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_(Author's Note: For those who might be confused by the epilogue, Madeline Crow and her story is all explained in my story "The Cursed House of Crow". Other than that, I just wanted to put out the call for any story ideas my readership may have. If you guys and girls have any, feel free to send them my way. Okay, I think that's all. Thanks for reading.)_ |
19,488 | XXXMas Fantasy Cums True | spyman | NonConsent/Reluctance | 2003-12-07 | 2003-12-07 | 2022-01-01 15:46:28 | 1 | literotica.com | https://www.literotica.com/s/xxxmas-fantasy-cums-true | She gets lots of presents. | ['Almond Eyes', 'Arms Legs', 'Cock Juice', 'Eyes Staring', 'Held Arms', 'Huge Hand', 'Hurt Told', 'Looked Men', 'Men Standing', 'Mouth Dick'] | 4.23 | The large snow flakes were coming down fast. As we made our way home the world around us was a winter wonderland. Calley my wife was snuggled next to me as I drove through the snow. We were coming home from the company Christmas party and she was pleasantly intoxicated. It had been a good party, a lot of fun. As usual, Calley was her usual gorgeous self. Calley is 5’1”, 105 lbs. Her jet black hair is cut short like Halle Berry’s. She has an unusual beauty. Her mother is Japanese and her father is African American. From her dusky skin to her almond eyes she exudes sexuality. Tonight was no exception. She was wearing a transparent red strap dress that requires a red satin slip underneath. It was not obscenely short or low cut. It didn’t have to be for Calley’s 32-B breasts with their ever protruding nipples and her tight round ass over powered the dress. She was curled on the front seat next to me with her head on my arm.
I pulled into the driveway and shut of the ignition. It was so quiet. Calley stirred and asked, “Are we home?”
“Yes my love we are.”
Calley’s beautiful face turned up to mine. I bent my head and lightly kissed her lips. “Come on, let’s go in.”
I held the door open and as she slid across the seat her dress slid up to reveal the tops of her black nylons held up by the red garter belt she wore. One foot came out the door and her red thong panties came into view. I was so hard all I could think about was getting my wife inside the house.
I unlocked the door and hit the light switch. A Christmas tree illuminated along with strings of lights throughout the house. Calley loved Christmas and decorated accordingly. She lightly wobbled as I spun her around and slid her coat from her shoulders. I threw my coat and hers on the hall chair. She leaned back against me and I held her in my arms. I nibbled her ear and whispered, ”Let’s go upstairs.”
Calley stepped away from me and as I came passed the doorway to the living room a coarse bag of some kind was pulled down over my head. Two pairs of strong arms grabbed me. I heard a muffled scream. “Calley! Calley!
“Shut up and no one will get hurt.” I was told.
“Calley! Don’t hurt her!”
“Shut up. You won’t be told again.” Suddenly a fist to the stomach doubled me over and took my breath away. I could hear Calley whimpering somewhere across the room. I was dragged a short distance and pushed into a hard backed chair. One of the dining room chairs I suspected. I felt my arms being pulled down to the arms of the chair. I heard tape being ripped off a roll. My arms and legs were being taped to the arms and legs of the chair. The hood was pulled from my head.
My eyes adjusted to what light there was. Calley was being held around the waist with a hand over her mouth by a large black man. I heard the drapes being pulled shut and saw two other men. One was black and the other looked like a Latino. I saw numerous tatoos on his arms. A rather long jagged scar ran down the left side of his face. All of them looked mean. “Look, take what ever you want, don’t hurt my wife.”
The one holding my wife laughed, “ Be a good boy and neither one of you will get hurt. As for what we want, I have it right here.” Tape was put across my mouth.
“Yeah!” the other two agreed.
“No!” I screamed against the tape.
Calley was trying to struggle but the man holding her was just too big, too strong. He let her go and she came running to me. Before she could do anything she was whisked up by Mr. Tatoos and swung around like a little rag doll. The first black guy must have been the leader. He walked over to Calley and took her small arm in his huge hand and pulled her from the Latino. Bending over he stuck his face right in front of hers. “I’m only going to say this once. You will do what we tell you to do or one of my boys here will start to cut on your hubby. Do you understand?”
“Why are you doing this? Who are you?”
“Cut him!” he yelled.
A hand grabbed my hair and my head was pulled back. A long knife blade flashed before my eyes then I felt it’s edge touch my neck.
“No! Wait! Calley screamed. “Don’t hurt him. Please don’t hurt him.”
“Are you going to do as your told?’
“Yes, I’ll do what ever you want just don’t hurt him.”
Calley’s almond eyes were wide now with fear. She stared at me and I made muffled sounds behind the tape. The chair that I was taped to rocked with my movements but did not give. Finally I saw resignation in my beautiful wife’s eyes. Her body relaxed in the man’s grip.
“That’s more like it bitch. As long as you cooperate hubby will stay in one piece. Now take off that dress.”
“With a shudder Calley shucked the straps off her shoulder and let the garment drop to the floor. Standing there only in her thong, garter belt, and nylons, she adverted her eyes to the floor.
“Holy fuck!” Mr. Tatoos came around from behind me walk over to Calley. “Look at those nipples! She’s fuckin’ gorgeous!”
“Take off the thong and leave everything else on.” Demanded the leader.
Calley hooked her thumbs into the waist band and pulled the thong to the floor and stepped out of it.
“Motherfuck!” The other black man now came into view. “Look at that pussy!”
I heard buttons and zippers being opened. Mr. Tatoos and the second black man were naked and their cocks were hard and sticking straight out in front of them. The leader had not moved yet.
“Move over here, Baby.” he said moving closer to my chair.
Calley came over and was standing about two feet in front of me.
The leader took his time as he undressed. He came up to her on the left and the other two were on her right.
“Kneel, slut.” He barked.
Calley flinched at his words. She knelt down in front of me. The leader rubbed his big cock against her cheek. He sawed his dick across her closed lips. His huge hand took her chin and turned her head. “Open, whore.” Her small mouth opened and the head of his black cock disappeared behind her lips. Slowly he started to fuck her mouth. “Suck it cunt.” I could see her mouth starting to work on his cock. After several minutes he was pushing eight inches of dick down her throat. For the first time her eyes met mine.
For about ten minutes he fucked my wife’s mouth. Saliva was dropping down from the corners of her mouth. His dick glistened with her spit. Suddenly he held his cock head in her mouth. He stiffened and started pumping hot cock juice into her mouth. “Oh, eat it Baby, eat it all.” Her eyes were staring straight into mine. I saw them come alive. She was actually still sucking his deflating dick.
“You’re a great cocksucker baby now open your mouth and show hubby your Christmas present.”
Calley opened her mouth and her tongue was still coated with his joy juice. I felt my dick go solid.
“I’m next you little fucking bitch.” Mr. Tatoos was pushing the head of his meat into her sucking mouth. He even had a tatoo on his cock. My own dick was so stiff I thought it would break in the confines of my pants. Mr. Tatoos was sinking ten inches down my wife’s throat. Calley’s head was now bobbing up and down on his meat. Then she swallowed his whole cock and held it. The other black guy had just buried his cock in my wife’s tight little cunt. He started to pound her hard. Calley’s hands were now on Mr. Tatoo’s ass cheeks pulling him into her mouth. “EEEEEE!” He screamed and shot string after string of cum into her throat. Her throat worked him till his knees buckled. His dick slipped from her lips connected by a thick cum string.
Calley fell forward catching herself on my knees with her hands. Number three was bucking into her making her small tight tits jiggle. One final hunch and he exploded deep in her pussy. Standing up he came around to her face. “Lick me clean cunt!” Calley’s tongue snaked out to capture the drops of cum on his cock. Then she swallowed him and when he pulled from her mouth his dick was shiny clean.
The leader was now hard again and plunged into her box. With his dick slicked up with cock and cunt juice he pushed into her ass in one lunge. Calley let out a scream but used my knees for leverage to fuck back against the black dick buried in her ass. Mr. Tatoos crawled underneath her and slid his cock into her cunt. Number three came over and laid his meat on her lips. Calley’s eyes were now staring into mine again. Her eyes told me that she was lost to the pleasure of the three dicks fucking her. Saliva seeped from her mouth. Her hair was pasted down with sweat. Her nose was running from the ongoing onslaught. Then her eyes widened even more. I knew she was cumming for about the tenth time. Two big dicks were shooting their cum deep into her cunt and ass. Her mouth fell open in the throes of orgasm. Number three spurted thick gobs of cum across her waiting tongue. Her eyes never left mine as she swallowed it all.
Calley’s hands went to my zipper. Pulling it down and after some maneuvering on both our parts she had my pants down over my knees to where the tape held me. Calley leaned forward and captured my cock in her hot wet mouth. She swallowed me once, twice and then I came shooting everything I had on her hungry tongue. Calley threw her head back and I watched her throat as she swallowed my whole load.
I felt my chair being tipped back till I was laying on the floor looking up. The leader brought Calley around and after ripping the tape from my mouth made her sit on my face. Her delicious cunt covered my mouth and her clit was so hard it jabbed my upper lip. I looked up and saw that all three men were now standing in front of her. As I ate her pussy she was sucking all three cocks. Her cunt spasmed again and when she came in my mouth her cunt muscles pushed two loads of cock juice with it. As I was trying to keep from drowning I could see that she was swallowing three more loads of cum as each in turn shot into her mouth.
Calley collapsed off to one side of me. I felt hands sitting me back up and tape was being removed from my arms and legs. I rolled over to Calley’s side and held her in my arms. Her pussy was still oozing cum. Her lips were covered with the film of cum. She opened her eyes and looked at me. We both looked up at the three men. They were standing there with red bows on their cocks and smiling. Calley looked back at me and in that instant recognition came into her eyes.
“Merry Christmas, Baby, I hope you liked your present." |
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