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19,489 | A Yank in the Outhouse | shawalphamale | NonConsent/Reluctance | 2000-10-24 | 2000-10-24 | 2022-01-01 04:05:44 | 1 | literotica.com | https://www.literotica.com/s/a-yank-in-the-outhouse | Wartime G.I.'s and English women cut loose. | ['18 Year Old', 'Historical', 'Milf', 'Ravishment', 'Reluctance'] | 4.23 | THIS STORY IS INTENDED FOR ADULT READING ONLY
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Strange things happen in wartime. Even delivering a bottle of home made dandelion wine can become an adventure for a village girl. Sarah Vandell didn't really want to do any favors for the two society wives renting a cottage to escape the bombs falling on London. But she did want to satisfy her curiosity. An emotion redoubled when she found the joop (or was it a jeep) parked around the back of the cottage and sounds of male laughter coming from the steam filled wash house.
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It's odd to be sitting here in the Florida sunshine as a great grandmother and to remember that I never even met my first American until I was eighteen. That was when the big war was being fought in Europe. I'm an old, old lady now but I still remember that windy April afternoon when I ran an errand to Mill Cottage and everything that happened to me there.
My home was in a small rural village in England and I was waiting to be drafted by the government for work in a munitions factory. It was something I was looking forward to because most of the factories were in the cities, and I'd never been to a city. My father was a farm laborer who'd spent his entire life in our village. The only break in his dawn to dusk chores was when he acted as warden in the village church every Sunday. Perhaps it was because he was such a well respected member of the Vicar's flock that I became a Sunday School teacher. Not that I minded, as there was very little else to do while I waited to be sent away. There were no more dances, no more church socials, not with all the young men away fighting Hitler and all the older people having to work twice as hard to keep things going. The village had become a stagnant little backwater and now even my girl friends were leaving to help make tanks and shells.
I sometimes wonder how long it would have taken me to wake up to real life if I hadn't run that errand for the Vicar. Anyway, I did, and Mill Cottage turned out to be an instant education by courtesy of our American allies and a pair of English courtesans. And all because the Vicar wanted to ingratiate himself with Mrs Harrington by sending her a bottle of home made dandelion wine!
Mrs Harrington wasn't a villager at all, nor her friend who lived with her, Mrs Walsh. They were a couple of snobby upper class London wives who'd only moved to the countryside to escape the blitz. They were far richer and more sophisticated than any of us, they wore fancy clothes, their children were in private boarding schools and their husbands were stockbrokers or something. Whatever they did for a living, Mr Harrington and Mr Walsh only came down about once a month to visit their wives. I think perhaps they were quite enjoying the war as temporary bachelors. Mrs Harrington and Mrs Walsh, on the other hand, were clearly pining for London and were only kept away by fear of the bombing. Which all seemed like good reasons to me why they didn't deserve anything as a gift, not even a bottle of dandelion wine. Another good reason was that I was the one who was going to have to pedal out with it to their home at Mill Cottage, three miles away from the village.
Transport was always a problem in the war. Very few people owned cars, and in any case civilian fuel supplies were so tightly rationed there was none to spare except for the most necessary journeys, so anybody with a bicycle and a pair of strong young legs was always being asked to run errands. Mostly I didn't mind, but I knew just as well as the Vicar that the only reason he was asking me to run this errand was to curry favor with our local ladies of substance. Perhaps he was hoping there might be a handsome subscription from them eventually for his church restoration fund. Yet, young and naive as I was, I didn't think he had much chance of getting any cash from either of those two, no matter how deep their purses. Not that I knew anymore about them than the local gossip, though there was plenty of that.
In a village as small as mine a couple of women living on their own caused a lot of loose talk, most of it nonsense, I thought. Mrs Harrington and Mrs Walsh were good looking women though, that was true enough. They were much of an age, in their early thirties I suppose. Mrs Harrington had brilliant red hair, which she let grow in a long pony tail all the way down to her waist and always wore rather flamboyant earrings. She was tall and trim and apparently played tennis and golf very well. The dashing air of self confidence in the way she walked around the village always had the men looking after her swishing skirt and the long legs underneath it. As for Mrs Walsh, she was a little shorter and full figured who wore her blonde hair in a high combed style. Both of them dressed like models, even in wartime, right down to nylon stockings, an almost unheard of luxury then. Perhaps there was some truth in those rumors about fancy cars belonging to black market crooks being seen parked near the cottage.
Which was really why I decided to deliver that lousy bottle of wine. Because I was curious about whether anything out of the ordinary did go on at Mill Cottage. Not that I was likely to be any the wiser after I'd been there of course, but at least it was an excuse to go and knock on the door. The back door, of course. I knew the ladies wouldn't want a farm worker's daughter coming to the front door as if I was their social equal.
Having decided to do the job, I found myself heading out of the village on a blowy April afternoon with tree branches flouncing around in a cold wind which was blowing straight into my face. By the time I got to Mill Cottage I was so fed up with the whole stupid business that I just wanted to turn around and get an easy ride home before the wind changed direction. I wheeled my bike down the small gravel drive at the side of the cottage and then stopped in surprise at what I saw.
Parked up behind the cottage, completely out of sight of the road, was a small car quite unlike anything I'd ever seen before. It was square at the front and back, painted olive green, with a raised canvas hood and a long radio aerial sticking up at the back. Obviously it was a military vehicle of some kind. There were white stars on the sides and I realised it must belong to the American army. Apart from anything else the steering wheel was on the wrong side. Then I remembered a picture I'd seen in the newspaper, with General Montgomery riding in a car that looked like this. A joop, or a jeep, or something like that was what it had been called. I didn't know anything about American cars. In fact I didn't know anything at all about Americans, except from what I'd seen on the films and newsreels at the cinema. All I'd ever seen of them in real life were a few big planes flying overhead with these same white star badges on the wings.
Of course I was very curious about what the joop was doing at Mill Cottage. A large metal box with yellow lettering and numbers on it was wedged in between the two front seats. I thought perhaps it might contain bullets, which seemed even more likely when I saw that the lid was closed with a padlock. Then I took a second look and realized that the hasp was hanging free. Anybody who wanted to could lift up the lid and look inside the box.
There was nobody in the back yard, nobody at the closed back door, no flutter of movement at any of the cottage's curtains. All that was needed was for me to lean inside and flick open the top of the box, and if anybody came out I could say I was just wanted to see the inside of the joop. So I leaned in and opened the lid, to find that what I was prying into was a treasure chest of off-the-ration luxuries.There were packets and packets of cigarettes in strange soft packets which had a picture of a camel on them. I wondered why, because I didn't think there were any camels in America -- I'd never seen any on the films, anyway. There were also bars of chocolate, jars of coffee, the protruding necks of four bottles.
I lifted one of them out far enough to read the label -- genuine Haig whiskey! So much for the Vicar's dandelion wine as a home front comfort. Yet the most impressive thing of all to me were the cellophane wrappings with nylon stockings in them. Now I knew how Mrs Harrington and Mrs Walsh were able to wear real nylons whilst the rest of us had to make do with seams painted on the backs of our legs! And perhaps the three boxes of contraceptive sheaths mixed in amongst all these luxury goods supplied a clue as to why they were getting such treats.
Of course, even in my remote little village, we'd heard stories about how US serviceman were incredibly rich, with access to all kinds of fancy supplies, and how successful they'd been in spreading them out amongst the lower sort of girls in return for . . . well, in return. But this was the home of two respectable married women. It couldn't be that they were playing fast and loose with the Americans, surely?
And just as I was turning that question over in my mind I heard a woman laugh from somewhere nearby. Bewildered, I looked around and realised that the sound come from the wash house on the other side of the small yard. Smoke was rising out of the chimney, which suddenly seemed very odd, because I knew that Mrs Harrington and Mrs Walsh had a woman from the village come in on every Monday to do their washing and that day wasn't a Monday.
This is were I have to give everybody a little bit of an history lesson in how domestic chores were done in the old days. Before electricity and washing machines came along the usual thing in most English houses was to do the laundry in a 'copper'. A copper was a very large circular sink - made of copper coated metal - big enough to hold a week's houshold laundry together with several gallons of water. Coppers were usually built into the top of a large square brick fireplace about waist height. Except in the larger houses it was always put into an outside building, with a hand operated water pump next to it. The housewife's job was to keep working the handle on the pump to fill the copper up with water, with occasional breaks to tend to the fire underneath it, until the copper was half full and the water as hot as possible. Then the dirty laundry went in and the whole lot was stirred around many times until it was considered washed. Afterwards it was taken out and everything rinsed in a wooden cask. And after that -- well, I'll tell you about those arrangements by and by. Anyway, the one thing you didn't usually hear in a wash house was anybody laughing -- there was too much hard work done in them for that. So I found it hard to believe our two high society ladies could be doing their own laundry, and even harder to believe they could be enjoying it.
The wash house door was closed. Of course, normally, I'd have just opened it and walked in because it wasn't like going into a house uninvited. Most wash houses were usually shared by several houses anyway. This time though I could justify it to myself to be rather cautious, as Mill Cottage already seemed to have a guest, or guests. I was therefore perfectly entitled to take a cautious peek through one of the wash house windows before I disturbed anybody. At least that was what I told myself as I sought a way to satisfy my burning interest about what was going on in the place. So I walked around the small building until I found a window misted up on the inside. So misted up that it was impossible to see through.
It was an infuriating situation because it was clearly the only window in the wash house and it was ideally situated, on the far side from the cottage and facing a high hedge row at the back of the cottage garden. Nobody could see me standing there, but I couldn't see anything either. If it had been an ordinary sort of window the situation would have stayed like that. Only it wasn't an ordinary sort of window, it was one of the old fashioned type made of lots of small diamond shaped panes of glass set in lead strips. Old fashioned and flimsy, and one of the panes near the top of the window had been knocked out. If only I could just lift myself up a foot or so . . .
Looking around, I saw several old bricks at the bottom of the wall, stacked together and almost completely hidden from sight by overgrowing grass and nettles. I plucked out three of the bricks, carefully, but still got stung on the wrist by a nettle in my hurry. With the bricks put back on top of each other and with my right foot resting on the top one I was able to lift myself up high enough to put my eye to the gap in the window.
The copper was set in the very middle of the wash house. A steady fire was burning in the grate underneath the copper, with a gently rising cloud of steam above it, and a considerable pile of firewood still waiting to be used. There was a table, a plain old wooden table, near to the fireplace. And on the table was a naked man.
Well, naked except for a green towel draped over his bottom as he lay on his stomach on top of the table. On top of the table and on top of some more towels which had been spread across it like table clothes. His hands were resting near his head, the bent arms showing great bulges of muscle on the upper biceps. His face was turned away from me but it was easy to see that he was in the prime of life and physical condition, at least six feet tall, and heavily tanned from the sun in a very un-English way. Another alien thing was the way his black hair had been cut right down almost to his skull, top and sides.
If I was astonished by the sight of the American, as I supposed he must be, I was even more astonished at seeing a woman leaning over him, rubbing her palms over his shoulders and neck muscles. It was Mrs Harrington, smiling as I'd never seen her smile before, Mrs Harrington wearing a white bed sheet wrapped around her like a Dorothy Lamour sarong, and the sheet so damp it seemed to be sticking to her like a second skin. In fact it was obvious she had nothing on underneath the sheet at all!
This was like something the Vicar often preached about in church, about Soddom and Gomorah and all the world's wickedness. And here in his own parish, an indecently dressed married woman was putting her hands on another man! Yet I was fascinated as well as shocked by the scene, scarcely daring to breathe. Even better was to come though, because Mrs Walsh walked around the copper carrying a tray in her hands, a rectangular wooden tray with one small drinking glass on it. Incredibly, she was wearing nothing but a sheet as well, a blue one this time. The only thing which seemed to be holding it up over her breasts was a clothes peg visible in the quivering cleavage between them.
The next thing that happened, astonishingly, was the sight of Mrs Walsh getting down on both her knees at the head of the table and holding the tray up to the man as if she was acting the role of a slave girl! He laughed and said something to Mrs Walsh I couldn't catch, but she stood up again. In response he raised his other hand and my eyes bulged when I saw the huge shiny pistol in it. I'd never seen one before in my life except in gangster films. The Yank pointed the pistol at Mrs Walsh and she stood still. Then he said something else and Mrs Harrington took her hands off his shoulders and walked around behind Mrs Walsh. Then, and not believing it possible, I saw her reach up in front of her her friend and pull the clothes peg free, letting the sheet slide down over Mrs Walsh until she was standing in front of the man completely naked from the waist up!
Mrs Walsh held the tray underneath her well shaped breasts and gently lifted them up on it with the glass carefully balanced between the pale skinned mounds. She was watching the American as if unsure of his reactions. In the meantime Mrs Harrington stood there grinning, holding the blue sheet around the other woman's waist. Then she let it fall down to the floor and Mrs Walsh was standing there without a stitch on. If somebody had fired off a shot gun directly behind me at that moment I don't think I would even have turned my head. Yet this was still only the beginning.
Mrs Walsh slowly knelt down in front of the American again, being very careful not to spill the glass. Without any hurry at all he put down the gun on the table, reached out with his thumbs and forefingers and brazenly tweaked both of Mrs Walsh's bared nipples jutting out over the edge of the tray!
Her hands were trembling. I knew they were because the tray was, and I knew the tray was trembling because both of the breasts piled up on top of it were quivering like newly set jellies. Mrs Walsh was staring down at her own vibrations and at the fingers playing on her with a kind of pursed mouthed concentration, apparently determined on keeping the glass from spilling over. As for Mrs Harrington she leaned forward over her friend and squeezed the Yank's biceps as if to encourage him. Then I saw her bend forward a little closer as though listening to the American telling her to do something. She nodded, smiled again, reached down with an extended finger between her companion's breasts and apparently dipped it into the glass. Then the man released his grip on Mrs Walsh and Mrs Harrington immediately applied her long fingernail to the very same places, apparently smearing each of her friend's nipples with a drop of liquid from the glass.
Talk about exciting! I was watching all this in complete disbelief. I saw Mrs Walsh wriggle further forward on her knees and lift the tray higher towards the Yank's face. He had the pistol in his hand again and pointed it down towards her legs. Then he leaned forward and started to lick on each of the nipples in turn as Mrs Walsh apparently struggled to keep the tray level, struggling even more as the man slid further forward yet on the table and took a mouthful of her right breast into his opened mouth. The tray began quivering again and Mrs Walsh surprised me by suddenly laughing out aloud in the same way as I had first heard outside.
My impression was that the pistol wasn't a real threat, more a kind of symbol of power. Neither of the women seemed to be in real fear, I was sure of that. They were playing out roles which they were willing to do and the gun was there as a kind of stage prop. Whatever was going on there was no doubt that both of them seemed totally unabashed in doing whatever the American wanted them to. It also seemed just as certain that one or both of them were soon going to get treated in the same way as married women were treated all the time. I certainly hoped so because I really wanted to watch that! I was also hoping that it wouldn't be long before it happened because my eye was watering already with squinting through the small hole and my right ankle was aching from balancing awkwardly on the bricks. Still, it was well worth it because now Mrs Walsh had put down the tray and was holding each of her nipples in turn up to the Yank's mouth, dribbling a few drops from the glass onto herself each time, apparently as a way of encouraging him to keep on sucking both of the jutting tips.
It was simply so obvious how excited she was, obvious not only because her teats were sticking out so much, but by the way she was offering them to him with an almost abject eagerness to please, as if she was a puppy lying on her back surrendering to the authority of the pack leader. When I remembered how the pair of them strutted around the village with their noses in the air -- well, I would have given a fortune to have some kind of a magic crystal ball or television set at home which would show this scene over and over again. Not that I'd ever seen a television set, of course, but I had once met a man who said he'd watched one in London before the war.
Soon there was something better to see than anything on television. Mrs Harrington went back to the side of the table, where she had been before, on the opposite side of it to the window I was looking through. She calmly reached down and pulled the towel off the man's bottom. As she was neatly folding it I stared at the sight, the paler rounds of flesh in the middle of the long stretches of well tanned skin. Then she put her hands on each of the taut buttocks and stroked them with her palms, just as she had done to his shoulders. The Yank stirred and moved around, then apparently lost interest in Mrs Walsh's bosom, glancing back and lifting his bottom up an inch or so off the table. The reason why was probably because Mrs Harrington's right hand had slid out of sight, down between the top of the legs, and the only place those long fingernails could be now was around his balls. It was like getting a bull aroused for a tupping session with a cow.
Mrs Walsh got up and walked around the table on my side, still stark naked and blocking my view of what was happening but apparently helping her friend in her work. Mrs Harrington stepped back and pulled down the top of her white sheet, revealing exactly what I expected to see: nothing but bare skin. Her breasts were a lot smaller than Mrs Walsh's were, and she winked and smiled at her friend and ran her hands over herself before she stepped up to the table again. Her nipples were browner and larger in proportion to the other woman's but just as taut.
Then I saw the American's face for the clearly for the first time as he rolled over on his back. He was very good looking, with a strong chin and a straight nose, like the cowboys we saw in Hollywood films at the cinema. Or perhaps I was put in that way of mind by the pistol he was still holding. Mrs Harrington looked at his face, down at what was in front of her and then back at the man as if she had some great satisfaction in what she was seeing. I couldn't see much myself because Mrs Walsh was in the way, but it seemed as if they were both playing with him together, which surely, I thought, there couldn't be room for. Mrs Harrington moved sideways a step or so, leaned forward over the American, rested her hands on the other side of the table and began rubbing herself over him with her breasts dragging to and fro against the mat of curly black hair on the man's powerful chest. She seemed to be enjoying the feeling. He laughed and put his free hand round behind her. Mrs Harrington moaned loud enough for me to hear as she wriggled her bottom around under the man's touch. His other hand and the pistol in it was still pointing towards Mrs Walsh.
She moved around to the end of the table and I gaped at what I could see now, the jutting length of maleness that stood up proudly from the American's loins. Without the slightest hesitation Mrs Harrington reached out to her side and stroked his length from top to bottom, from tip to balls, as calmly as if she was polishing a church candlestick -- which was about the length and size of it as well. It didn't seem necessary to threaten the women with a pistol when he could point something like that at them. Mrs Harrington certainly seemed to be fascinated by it and just as fascinated in watching her companion lean forward between his legs, further and further forward until her face was between his thighs. And then Mrs Walsh put out her tongue and lapped at the side of the rampant horn nearest to her.
Mrs Harrington giggled at the sight, still clutching the top of the American's cock. Then she slid further up his body and lowered her head to kiss him full on the lips as he kept on fondling her amongst the folds of the rucked up sheet. After that she moved back again in the other direction, her tongue running over his body hair, until she was face to face with her friend. Mrs Walsh was still licking the Yank's cock and both of their tongues met as if by appointment on the very tip of his straining flesh.
As for me, by this stage I wouldn't have blinked if Adolf Hitler had goose stepped in singing 'There'll Always Be An England' -- I was past being surprised by anything. Our two most stuck up ladies, our local snobs, both belly down over an American soldier doing things I'd heard of but hardly believed possible. Both of them licking a soldier's cock together! Oh, this could only get better!
It did. First of all Mrs Harrington went to the side of the copper and picked up a small packet she tore open with her teeth. As she came back she took out what was inside it and put on the tip of his policeman's helmet. With a lot of laughing the two respectable married ladies helped each other unroll the rubber sheath down over the American's hard on, stretching the rubber so tightly it glinted in the flickering light from the open fireplace. It was obvious from the way that the man was rubbing himself up and down against their hands that there was a pressure bursting up inside him which needed urgent relief.
The Yank suddenly jumped up, grabbed Mrs Harrington's sheet and pulled it off her body with one hand, to show she was wearing no more underneath it than her friend had been. Then he grabbed her by her ponytail and bent her forward over the table, still holding her hair and pressing the pistol against the side of her head.
Mrs Walsh leaned forward and reached down between the two of them, apparently positioning his cock for the first lunge forward into Mrs Harrington. When he moved his prisoner screeched like a scalded cat and then much louder again as the Yank jerked against her, wedging Mrs Harrington on that massive piston and beginning to pound it into her like the driving rod on a steam locomotive. Now he was on his feet I could see he was a giant of a man, as wide across the shoulder as the village well, with cords of muscle on him like a blacksmith. Mrs Harrington seemed like a puppet against him as he jerked her backwards one handed, then rammed her foward again with his hips. Not that she wasn't helping as much as she could in sliding up and down his long inches, her hands gripping the table's edge with whitened knuckles as she squealed like a slaughtered pig.
I wondered what each of them was feeling. The man was enjoying himself tremendously, proud of showing what he could do and obviously enjoying every movement. I thought he looked like a footballer scoring a goal with every stroke. Mrs Harrington -- well, she making so much noise it seemed it might be more of a pain than a pleasure for her, until I saw her face and knew she was getting something out of the act that she had to have. Not just pleasure but a necessary fulfilment -- like a moth fluttering above a candle that's scorching its wings yet desperate to get even closer. It was fascinating.
Meanwhile Mrs Walsh was stepping off a chair onto the table. She stepped over the top of her friend then knelt down on top of her. Mrs Walsh's bottom pinned Mrs Harrington to the table top, her hands resting on the other woman's shoulders as if to make sure she couldn't move.
The American put down the pistol, reached around Mrs Walsh with his huge hands and seized both of the plump breasts that hung down as if they were ripe fruit ready for picking. She seemed to enjoy that well enough, but I could see what she couldn't, Mrs Harrington's petulant expression at being held still and suddenly deprived of the Yank's full attention. She twisted her head around to the left and then to her right, calling him to keep on fucking her. Yes, that was the word she actually used, loud enough for me to hear her, and with her supposed to be so middle class and posh. The Yank grinned in great good humour, suddenly looking like a schoolboy stealing a slice of cake, and then answered her begging with several thrusting strokes so powerful that I was sure the table was shoved forward an inch or so, even with all the weight that was on it. Mrs Harrington beat her palms flat on the table and honked -- it's the only word I can use, honking through her nose and sounding just like a angry goose as her earrings jangled.
The man's right hand dropped down onto Mrs Harrington's spine in front of Mrs Walsh, then slid back to the bush of hair that was the same colour as Mrs Walsh's hair. The fingers moved between the two women, underneath Mrs Walsh and up into her. Her thigh muscles tensed and her fingernails clutched at her friend's shoulders as if she was riding her like a jockey, though it was clear that the only riding Mrs Harrington was concerned with was the one she was getting from the Yank. And it was then, at that moment, that Mrs Walsh lifted up her head, looked at me and shouted out in anger.
It was one of these times that you can see what's going on in somebody's mind without any need for words or even signs. She was already gasping for breath, her face screwed up and ruddy cheeked as she concentrated on her pleasures, and then she was suddenly staring at me and trying to warn the other two. The problem for her was that neither of them were interested right then in anything she had to say. As for me, I couldn't believe she'd been able to spot my eye with everything else that had been taking her attention. Only when I looked down at the window did I realise what had happened. The fire had burnt down, the water in the copper wasn't quite so hot now and some of the mist on the window had disappeared. Not much, but enough for me to see the firelight through it -- which must mean, I supposed, that the upper part of my body was silhouetted against the daylight. Which was how Mrs Walsh must have seen that somebody was watching them. The question now was what to do next?
There was total confusion in my mind about whether to run away or apologise for being there. Then I decided that I was being a fool for thinking that any sort of an apology would get me out of this situation. The only thing to do was to get away as soon as possible. But Mrs Walsh was a lot more quick witted than I was. She forced herself up and back and looked down to where the Yank had put his pistol on top of the table. She reached for it, picked it up and aimed it directly at the window I was looking through.
"Stay there!" I heard her shout.
The pistol was waving around a lot but her finger was on the trigger and the barrel looked as big as a milk churn as it was aimed straight at my eye. Until then I hadn't had the faintest idea of how frightening it can be to have a gun aimed at you, especially when you don't know if it's loaded or not. And even more especially when the person holding the gun might really be angry enough to use it. So I did something I never thought I'd have to do in my life. I held my hands up over my head like a surrendering soldier. But in my shock at what was happening I'd stepped down off the bricks and lost my viewpoint through the latched window. I could hear through it though, a mingled bellow of male triumph and a higher pitched shriek of absolute pleasure. It seemed that Mrs Harrington had finally touched the flame with her wings and the soldier was also very happy about his own situation.
I was much less happy about mine. Staring at the window pane a few inches in front of my face I wondered whether I was still visible through the misty glass from the other side. Perhaps I could run off now, get on my bike and pedal like mad for home. On the other hand maybe Mrs Walsh could see my outline against the daylight outside and if she saw it moving she might pull that trigger. I was pretty certain that the pistol wasn't loaded, and I was almost sure that she couldn't be crazy enough to try to kill me even if it was, but somehow those two facts seemed to weigh very lightly against the memory of that big gun aimed straight at me.
There was more to it though. If I stayed there it was certain that I was going to meet the American. And even if I wasn't as smart or as well to do as Mrs Walsh and Mrs Harrington, I was younger than they were and I didn't think I was so bad looking. And to be honest, I couldn't see that what they were doing for their luxuries was so bad, especially not with a man who looked like that. I suppose I was getting bored with being a dutiful bible imbiber and bored with living within the rules of village life. Truth to tell I'd just seen two women being treated like Chicago gangster's molls and I envied them because it was the sort of mad moment which could never have happened in my life. Or at least I thought it couldn't.
What did happen was that I suddenly found myself staring down the barrel of the pistol again, only without a window between me and it this time. And the reason for that was because the window had been pushed open and the man was standing in the frame, aiming the pistol straight at me.
"Who are you then, honey?" he asked me. He spoke very slowly, dragging the words out of his mouth as if he was pulling them out like strips of toffee. There was a deeper tone in that huge chest than I'd ever heard in anybody's voice.
"Sarah -- Sarah Vandell. I just came to deliver some wine, that's all!"
"Oh God. It's that bloody Sunday School teacher," I heard Mrs Harrington say sharply. I couldn't see her though, the Yank was completely filling the window space with his body.
"Wine?" He looked down at the bricks I'd piled up against the wall underneath the window. "You sure seem to go to a lot of trouble making your housecalls. Tell you what, young lady, why don't you just step back up here where you where and tell us about yourself?"
"Please stop pointing that gun at me," I protested. "It looks dangerous."
He grinned, again looking for a second like a small boy: "Lady, in the army they always tell us that it's the unloaded gun which kills people. This one is loaded and cocked and the safety catch is off, so it can't possibly hurt you. Now just kindly come back where you where and then I'll put the gun down."
The wind seemed to be blowing even more strongly as I took a pace forward and put my weight on the brick pile again. Now I was looking directly into the Yank's face. Dark skin, hooded eyes, high forehead, that convict style haircut, a glimpse of white teeth in sardonically smiling lips, a strange smell of sweat and -- perfume? From Mrs Harrington or Mrs Walsh, or was it true what I'd heard, that American men splashed scent on their face after they'd shaved?
It wasn't something I had time to think about. He did get rid of the pistol: he passed it to one of the women inside the wash house and immediately afterwards he put his hands underneath my armpits and lifted me off my feet as if I was a little girl. It was a tremendous surprise to be just hoisted and virtually dragged through the window -- if it hadn't been for the fact that I was wearing my long cycling skirt my knees would have been badly grazed on the window sill.
"Hi, honey, my name's Reuben. I guess you know Harriet and Susan."
Well, I didn't, not by their Christian names, and I still didn't know which one was which, nor did I care too much right then, because I was still being held up in his remarkably powerful hands with my toes just barely touching the paving stones. Above everything else I was acutely aware of the fact that I was about as close as I could be to a completely naked man
"Ladies, I think it's time we turned the handle here".
I didn't have a clue as to what he was talking about though it was obvious from the smile on Mrs Harrington's face that she did. As for Mrs Walsh, she moved as quickly as she could to the mangle standing near to the copper.
You remember I promised to explain about the washing after it had been rinsed? Well, a mangle was a heavy cast iron upright frame, and in the top of the frame were two wooden rollers, with the wet laundry squeezed item by item between the rollers to get rid of the excess water as the rollers were turned by a handle on a big wheel. I guessed that was the handle the Yank was talking about.
Yes, Mrs Walsh already had her hands on the crank handle of the mangle. I saw that before the American spun me round so the mangle was behind me. Then I felt the back of my skirt being plucked up. Straining my neck around, I saw that Mrs Harrington had lifted up the hem and was feeding it between the rollers as her friend cranked the handle around. The American laughed, let go of me and as more and more of the skirt was drawn up between the rollers and I was pulled backwards, uselessly trying to hold down the hemline as it was pulled up my legs. I suppose I must have protested, but nobody took any notice of whatever I said, not until I was pinned back against the mangle with most of my skirt hanging out the other side of it. What was left to me was rucked up around my waist, so high up that I knew the bottoms of my old fashioned bicycling briefs with the elasticated leg pieces must be showing. The sneer on Mrs Harrington's still flushed face was proof enough of that, let alone the Yank's grin.
"Honey, you sure do have one nice pair of legs, especially for a Sunday School teacher."
"Let me go, please."
He picked up one of the towels off the table and tied it around his waist, sat down on the top of the table and reached out his hand to Mrs Harrington. She gave him the gun and he put it down next to himself.
"And you sure haven't been short changed in the upper works either, Sarah. A nice little double handful there for any guy to play with."
I felt my face burning and my tongue completely tied. I'd never even heard of any man daring to talk like this to a respectable girl. Mrs Harrington just laughed, picked up the tray and walked off towards another table with clothing thrown on top of it.
"Susan, why don't you put some more wood on the fire? This is the only place I can get warm in a goddam country that's never heard of central heating. Don't worry about our unexpected guest, she's going noplace soon."
A couple of his fingers tapped lightly against the pistol and Mrs Walsh -- Susan? -- walked towards the fire. As she walked past the Yank he caught her right breast in his outstretched hand and pulled her onto his lap. Mrs Walsh grunted, hoisted the sheet around her above her hips and pressed herself against him in shameless response, grabbing his hand and holding it between her legs as she kept on making noises like a pig rooting through kitchen scraps. The Yank was watching my face as he put his fingers into Mrs Walsh, apparently far more interested in my response than in that of the woman he was playing with.
"See, I told you she wasn't going anyplace soon. She's too interested in watching what I'm doing to you girls to want to leave."
"I'm not interested in what you're doing" I said as confidently as I could. "I do want to leave, so you'd better let me go. And you can't get away with threatening people with guns in this country. This isn't Chicago."
"Honey, I would never have guessed that," he said sarcastically.
Mrs Harrington came back with her sheet neatly wrapped around her again and carrying the tray. On it were three glasses and a very expensive looking gold cigarette case. She took two cigarettes out of it, put them in her mouth and lit both with a lighter built into the case. I'd never seen such a fancy thing before. She passed one of the cigarettes to the Yank who released Mrs Walsh as casually as he'd grabbed her to take it. Susan seemed unhappy about being discarded and knelt down to begin shoving sticks into the laundry fire with unnecessary force. The man and the woman still at the table drank and smoked and stared at me, Reuben with lazy interest, Mrs Harrison with sharp eyed annoyance.
"What are you doing here, Sarah?" she asked.
"I don't have to answer your questions!" I answered with defiance.
She smiled coldly: "How would you like us to feed you through that mangle the other way around -- tits first?"
"I was just delivering a bottle of wine for the Vicar." I answered quickly, my stomach feeling as if the wind had just been knocked out of it. Mrs Harrington snorted in disbelief, her eyes sharp and bright.
"It's true -- the bottle is in the saddlebag of my bike outside. But when I got here I heard some noise from inside the wash house and I just wondered, well, what was going on. . ."
"So you decided to spy on us and now you're going to go back to the village with a lot of gossip which everybody in the county will hear about in a day or two -- or at least you think that's what you're going to do."
"I won't tell anybody anything." I told her, trying to damp down her rising anger.
"No you won't, not if you know what's good for you. Reuben is a Major in the American military police and very rich as well, so you'd better not say anything or you'll be in real trouble."
"Gals, gals, quieten down will you, I'm getting a head ache," the Yank rumbled. "This is no problem. There's twenty pounds in the jeep that I'll give to Sarah here in return for keeping quiet about our little get together.'
Twenty pounds -- it was a fortune, as much as a skilled man could earn in a month. "And seeing as how she's here and paid for, I guess she may as well join in the fun as well. It sure would be a waste of a good Sunday school teacher otherwise, for Jacob can see there is corn in Egypt."
I was almost as startled by the quotation from the old testament as I was by his implied threat of what he was going to make me do.
"Now you needn't look so surprised, honey. We've got bibles back home as well and my folks were kinda strict about bringing me up on it. Anyway, I guess we need to make a sinner out of you so there'll be no temptation for you to go throwing any stones. Now if only I'd have known that I was going to have to lead a pretty young lady like you into temptation this afternoon, why I guess I'd have preserved my strength a little instead of sinning straight off with Harriet." He spread his arms out to encompass all three of us, then reached down and stroked his groin underneath the towel, still looking around and leering. "The harvest truly is plenteous, but the laborers are few."
Next his eyes turned directly towards me: "Never mind, Sarah, ye shall eat of the fat of the land."
It took me a moment or two to understand what he meant and why the women were laughing at me. Imaging myself sprawled over the top of a man's naked body with my mouth full of him was as inconceivable as doing it with two other women watching me. Yet there was a kind of poetic justice about it that I knew would appeal to Susan and Harriet. I felt like I did whenever I'd fallen off my bicycle -- with no time to think about anything except how hard the ground was going to feel when I finally hit it.
"How long do you think she was watching us?" Harriet said.
"Long enough to know exactly what's going to happen to her now," Susan snapped.
The other two each seemed to find the idea amusing. Reuben put his arms around the women, each of his hands cupping one of their breasts.
"Well, Sarah, you sure do seem a mite overdressed for the occasion. Maybe we can do something about that," he drawled. His cigarette was hanging from the corner of his mouth, an eyelid screwed up against the smoke. I'd never seen a man so self assured. He dropped his hands and slapped both of the women on their bottoms. "Fix her up, gals. I've got to make a call on the radio and find out how things are going back at HQ."
He got off the table, tied the towel around his waist, slipped his feet into a pair of unlaced shoes. "Have her ready for me when I come back." He left the wash house, apparently unconcerned by the cold wind blowing outside. The gun was still in his hand, as though he was determined never to be parted from it. I wondered why.
As Susan and Harriet moved towards me I reached round to the handle to try to release myself but my skirt was bunched up in the rollers too tightly for me to be able to turn it from that difficult angle. And anyway, it was two against one, two who would have grabbed my arm before I could have turned the wheel even once. There was no way out.
Harriet Harrington stood and watched me, her arms crossed, the same cold smile on her face; her companion touched her elbow and whispered in her ear. Whatever she said seemed to suit Harriet.
"Well, Miss School Teacher, you might have thought that you've had an interesting afternoon so far, but it's soon going to get a lot more interesting. Now for starters, it must be getting awfully hot in here underneath that sweater you've got on."
Of course it was. In a situation like this I would have been hot and bothered enough anyway, let alone in a hot steamy room with a sweater on. My skin was pricking underneath it and drops of sweat were rolling down my face.
"So why don't you let us take it off you?"
I shook my head.
"Suit yourself," Harriet said briskly. "It's just as easy for me to get Reuben to do it. He'd enjoy that, but you won't. Especially when he gives you a spanking for being a stubborn little bitch. He's got a swagger stick that he's used on me once and I've never dared to argue with him since. But you're going to be stripped off in here, that's for certain. Your only choice is whether you want to be given a civilized shagging afterwards, or just plain raped. Whatever happens, Susan and I will be holding you down for Reuben if we have to, understand that. We need to make sure you won't talk and having you thoroughly fucked is our only guarantee of that. So is it going to be done easy or hard? And if it's to be made easy for you you'd better put your arms up without any further delay."
I didn't know what to do. Until Mrs Walsh showed me the long hat pin in her hand, then pressed the point of it through the wool of my sweater, through the fabric of my bra and into my left breast. It made me cry out with pain.
"Better make your mind up, Sarah -- quickly." She wasn't pretending
Once more in the same day I held my arms up over my head in surrender. Harriet and Susan put their hands underneath the sweater my mother had knitted for me and raised it up and up, over my bra cups and over my shoulders, over my face, my hair, along my arms, and then it was hanging from her hands and I was wearing nothing but my bra above the waist. Susan nudged the left cup with her palm, her face close to mine.
"We'll have that off you, and then you can do a performance for us to watch."
I could see the smudged mascara on her eyebrows, smell the tobacco on her breath. It was a different sort of tobacco smell to anything I'd ever smelt before, sweeter. My heart was was bouncing around in my chest like a canary frantic to get out of its cage. Susan asked me questions.
"I bet you've never done it before have you? Or did that Charlie Moore manage to get his wicked way with you before he finally got called up for the navy?"
I was surprised she knew about Charlie and me. Everybody else in the village probably knew we'd begun courting but I didn't think anybody in Mill Cottage would have cared.
"No, we didn't do anything," I protested.
Harriet touched me as well, stroking my cheek with the back of her fingers: "In that case I'll bet twenty to one that Charlie boy is going to get a lovely surprise on his next leave. By then you'll be grabbing hold of any cock you can get and riding point to point on them all like a good 'un. You're as sexy a girl as I've ever seen, Sarah, and your days as a Sunday School teacher are definitively over."
"No -- no," I protested, in vain. Susan unhooked the back of my bra and both of them took it off me. Both pairs of hands had long unchipped fingernails and soft skin which had never done any work. Harriet stood back and eyed me.
"Well, Sarah, you're a well developed young lady. If nobody has been getting his hands on those it's been a sad waste."
I tried to cover myself up with my hands, and that just made them laugh at me even more. Harriet said: "OK, let's take off her Maginot Line now."
"My what?"
"Your briefs," Susan explained. "Your last line of defense."
"Oh God!"
It only took a second or two, both of them kneeling down on either side of me and plucking the briefs down.
"Be careful, please. Don't break the elastic."
Maybe it was a silly thing to say under the circumstances, but maybe it wasn't. Elastic was another clothing item which was hard to come by in wartime shops.
Anyway, they were reasonably careful, not wrenching them off me and helping me to step out of them. Harriet stood up, threw my briefs casually across the back of a chair and looked carefully at me again. Susan had picked up a cigarette from somewhere and swallowed a stream of smoke before passing it over to Harriet.
"Another turn of the handle?"
"Oh yes, I think so. Just to set the scene off nicely."
Susan caught hold of the mangle's handle and turned it again, pulling me yet closer to the rollers and the bottom of the skirt up higher until it was right up around the top of my legs and I was literally within a hair's breath of indecent exposure. One futile attempt trying to pull back some of the trapped cloth was enough to prove I was wasting my time. Susan giggled and patted the handle.
"One more turn, Sarah, one more turn of this and you'll be putting on a turn of your own. A strip show act with everything on show."
"What are you doing this for?" I asked. "Why are you doing everything that man wants you too?"
Harriet nodded her head, as if appreciating the question.
"It's suddenly become a whole new world, Sarah. A whole new country anyway. You know how it's always been in England, the aristocracy and the landowners have always had the real power -- and if you weren't born and bred in their own little circles you were always a second rater, no matter how hard you worked or how good you were. But now we're suddenly getting thousands of these American servicemen flooding in and you just can't believe how rich they are. Rich as a nation, rich as individuals, many of them. Not broad acres and rent book rich but cash rich. They've got bundles of money burning holes in their pockets because they know they're going to be in the fighting and maybe getting killed. All they want are good times and to hell with what it costs. So if you've ever wanted to make your pile while you're young, this is your chance. We'd be delighted to have you join us."
"Join you?"
"Sure, believe me, there's plenty for all and thanks to Reuben we're just starting to get organised in a big way. He wants to bring some of his friends along here for a party -- I think you'd be just right to come as the second story maid. I can even get you a specially low cut costume to wear."
She was laughing at me with her eyes but she was serious too. "Listen, Sarah, if you come to one of Reuben's parties dressed in the right way and carrying a collection plate you could end up buying your own house in that mouldy old village. You've got a lovely smile -- it could be a smile that sets you up for smiling yourself for the rest of your life."
That struck a chord. My family, like many others, lived in a tied cottage -- a cottage that belonged to the farm my dad worked for. If he lost his job he lost his home as well, a situation that always gave the farmers the whip hand when dealing with troublesome workers. Nobody could ever call my father a troublesome worker but it had always a sore point with me. Basically, tithed workers were no better off than Negro cotton pickers living in plantation cabins in the days of slavery. The prospect of being able to buy a way out of that trap was enough to get my undivided attention. Or at least it would have been at almost any other time -- only Reuben walked back in just then.
As a natural reaction I covered my nipples up with my hands, something he hardly seemed to notice. A white belt was slung over one of his massive shoulders and around his chest like a bandoleer, a holster hanging off it and the butt of the pistol sticking out of the top of the holster. It was just like the cinema again, like one of the Mexican bandits you saw in the cowboy films. I felt like Dorothy in reverse -- I'd somehow clicked my heels and ended up in Kansas. If there were Mexican bandits in Kansas.
"Goddamn those stupid bastards I have working for me!" Reuben's smile had faded into a look of anger which frightened me. He seemed to realise that and to reassure me.
"Sorry, Sarah, I didn't mean to bother you. I've been checking on things in London and I guess I've got a problem."
"What's wrong?" Susan asked him with concern in her voice.
"Two of my sergeants were doing street familiarization with a London bobby. They'd parked up near Claridge's while the limey cop went for one of his usual limey tea breaks. So my two guys were sitting in their jeep and there's a maroon Rolls-Royce parked outside the hotel across the road with an ATS officer inside it. Very young, not bad looking apparently. So she gets out of the Rolls and walks over to the jeep and asks my two half wits how they like England. OK, one half wit then, because one of the guys is very polite and says he likes it a lot. But sergeant Hermann Zeitler, he tells this female limey officer they should cut the cables on the barrage balloons and let the whole goddamned island sink into the sea. So she gives him a real long hard look and goes back to the Rolls. Just then the cop comes back and asks them if they knew who they'd been talking to."
"Some Duchess?" Susan guessed.
"Some Duchess! That fuckwit Zeitler, he's only gone and told off Princess Elizabeth of England!
If she complains the shit is really going to hit the fan. It wouldn't be such a big deal if Eisenhower was still around but now he's in North Africa and the senior American officer left in London is General John H. Lee. That strutting turkey will just love it if the US Ambassador to the Court of Saint James turns up in his office complaining that Major Reuben Steele's military police company have been insulting the British royal family."
"It's OK," Harriet said. "I bet the Princess won't say anything about it. She'll be like the rest of us, too glad to see you people here to help us to worry about a small thing like that. My advice would be to write to her, apologise, and say that your man only answered the way he did because he was feeling homesick. And maybe send her a gift of some kind as well."
"What the hell sort of present do you give a Princess?"
"Nothing for her, perhaps, but if she's in the army you could donate something to her unit. A film projector and some of the latest Hollywood films -- musicals would be good. Anything at all except war films -- we're all fed up with the war over here."
"Good thinking, Harriet. I'll do just that. As for Sergeant Zeitler, I've got an ideal transfer arranged for him. If he doesn't like this island we'll send him to one where he'll have real trouble finding any princesses to mouth off at."
"Where's that then, Reuben?"
"A nice little tropical resort in the South Pacific called Guadalcanal. I've a feeling that Zeitler won't be there too long before he's wishing like hell he was back pulling duty outside Claridge's."
"Never mind, we'll take your mind off your worries," Susan said brightly. "Won't we, Sarah?"
"What do you mean?" I asked her and she smiled.
"I think we can lift that skirt just a teensy weensy touch more, can't we, Susan?"
Susan put her hands on the handle and began singing like a seaman pulling on a rope as she turned the wheel: "Hey, hey and a up she rises, early in the morning".
Harriet's hand dropped to the front of Reuben's towel and stroked his swelling pizzle. "I think we might have something here that's rising as well."
The Yank grinned and plucked the towel from his waist. His cock twitched as Harriet touched it, like the head of a sleeping python being roused. The length of flesh seemed almost independent of Reuben somehow -- he and Harriet were both looking down at it as if neither of them were quite sure of what it was going to do next. Then he carefully folded the towel in a long strip and gave me a smile which seemed to be growing like his appendage.
"Sarah, I guess you've heard about Sir Walter Raleigh spreading his cloak in front of Queen Elizabeth. Now you're going to have a man spread a towel for you. No need to get frightened, I'm not going to hurt you any."
I was so nervous I didn't know whether to scream or not as he laid the towel on the brick floor in front of my feet. I was puzzled as well, not knowing what he meant to do, even more so when he knelt down on the towel, his face only a few inches from the hem of my skirt. He swirled one of his fingers around as a signal to Sarah and she turned the handle as far as she could. I was pinned right gack against the mangle, up on the tips of my toes, with my own small patch of brown hair openly exposed and Reuben's breath stirring them. I saw his tongue dart forward and press against the junction at the top of my legs. The wriggling length of hot skin went further underneath me as he tilted his head back, his eyes staring at my face as he lapped against most private places like a cow feeding off a salt lick. Both of the other women were watching me as though I was was some kind of a laboratory experiment, some kind of Frankenstein about to come to life.
Not that that was far from the truth, and it was Reuben who was whipping up the storm where the electricity was coming from.
I found myself wailing out his name as my clitoris began to swell like a spring bud. There was no way I could stop myself twitching and gasping in response, my bare bum rubbing up against the iron frame of the mangle. Looking down at the American's smiling eyes I knew I was seeing the man who was going to be my first lover, the one who was going to change me from a girl into a woman. My hands came down and rubbed his bristly scalp in encouragement as I literally melted on top of Reuben's face, my cunt as damp as the tongue rubbing against it. Henrietta and Susan grabbed at my exposed nipples, tweaking and plucking both of them with crazy smiles on their faces. It was just as crazy that they reminded me most of a film scene of the Marx brothers trying to tune a harp.
My head went back and I stared up wide eyed into the roof rafters, letting out a shriek which echoed amongst them. Although it must have been my imagination I thought I saw the clouds of steam underneath the tiles quivering as the echoes of my voice bounced around the wash house.
Harriet's face was close to mine, watching with amusement and interest: "How do you feel now, Miss Sunday School Teacher?"
I groaned. "Like a Guy Fawkes dummy on top of a burning bonfire!"
"Then it must be about time for the fireworks to start."
She began nibbling on one of my ears and then Susan did the same from the other side, just as Reuben's huge hands clasped my bottom. One of his fingers jabbed straight up between both of my buttocks and I wailed out again. Reuben leaned back, his hands still holding me in a crushing embrace.
"Noisy little bitch, isn't she? I wonder if she'll be able to keep it up when I introduce her to the rest of the guys."
"You think she'll be able to stand the strain?" Susan answered in a jokey kind of voice,
He stood up and casually waggled the huge up roll of swollen skin curving up in front of his loins. "I guess we'll have to give her a stretch test to find out. Roll a sheath on for me, ladies."
They couldn't get down on their knees fast enough, as if they were worshipping his maleness, working hand over hand to stretch the sheath over the length of a cock that seemed more the right size for a bull than a man. I'd never been near so frightened of anything in my life -- being shagged for the first time was bad enough, being shagged for the first time in front of an audience was worse, but being shagged by a tool like that! I was going to die in agony impaled on an organ which was never meant to be used on a human woman . . .
The only slight consolation was that Harriet had already been used by it and survived: on the other hand, our respectable Mrs Harrington had probably had more men inside her already than the changing rooms at Wembley Stadium. Reuben had been following a well beaten path, not cutting a new one. It was no use, I was as dead as Lord Kitchener, and with the same fate -- torpedoed to death.
No sooner was the sheath on than Susan was checking the fit with her mouth, squatting on her haunches and snorting through her nose as she sucked on his cock, one hand cupping his balls.
Her other hand was up between Harriet's thighs as that 'lady' licked the matted hair on Reuben's chest.
"Yeah, maybe you girls would be interested in hearing that a bunch of my guys will be here soon for a few hours. I think what we'll do is to dump little Sarah here in the copper to steam for a while in a hot bath. When my guys arrive they can strip off at the door, collect a bar of soap each and gather around the copper to give her a real thorough washing. I guess we might get some fun out of watching that."
Harriet giggled and looked at me as if it was a great joke I should be sharing in while Susan sounded as if she was choking. She had to stop sucking on Reuben's cock before she could recover her breath.
"OK, ladies, one leg each, high and wide, and let's see if the Sunday School teacher knows any good prayers.
The two ladies of Mill Cottage seemed quite calm as they prepared for my ravishment by lifting up my legs as I cried out and held onto the frame of the mangle underneath me. "Put her knee over your offside shoulder," Harriet said. "She's not very heavy but we might be here for a while and it's easier to support her weight like this"
It was madness, it was impossible, I was hanging in mid air with my legs splayed out against two naked womens' breasts, my calves pressing against their sweating skin as a nude man moved closer holding onto a bulging erection he was preparing to ram into me. Then I felt the tip of it stroking my cunt lips and went into a spasm of trembling. And then I screamed more loudly than I ever had in my life as I was joined to Reuben. Well, perched on Reuben's cock really, but certainly with his helmet inside me an inch or so and it felt more like God's work than anything I'd ever learned in church.
He leaned forward, put his mouth against mine and pushed his tongue through my lips. I gladly met him halfway, my tongue as active as his. He came closer and my own weight slid me further down his cock, setting me whinnying into his mouth like a hard ridden mare with a foam spattered bridle. I had to jerk my mouth back, suck in air and let it out in bubbling moans of despair, knowing that if there was no end to this invasion of my body soon I would be past help.
Harriet's sardonic voice was in my ear: "Any last words from the scriptures, Sarah?"
"Oh God! Oh God! He maketh my deep to boil like a pot!"
Reuben's hands were holding my waist, he was preparing to pull me down completely and utterly onto him, I was doomed . . .
Reuben barked with laughter: "I was a stranger, and yet ye took me in."
There was an explosion inside me, setting off yelps of forlorn despair which shot up high like skyrockets to burst amongst the steam and the rafters and the tiles. A pair of yellow eyes were glittering down angrily, a small barn owl hunched up in its feathers, weary of trying to sleep above this human hullaboo. I found myself laughing uncontrollably that such a wise bird had picked this place above all to seek a peaceful day -- we'd both been so wrong about that.
THE END |
19,490 | Yardwork Ch. 01 | Robbinglover | NonConsent/Reluctance | 2013-06-28 | 2013-06-28 | 2022-01-01 15:46:28 | 1 | literotica.com | https://www.literotica.com/s/yardwork-ch-01 | MILF wants her yard done, gets more. | ['Facial', 'Filmed', 'Forced', 'Gang', 'Leashed', 'Milf', 'Wife'] | 4.06 | _This is my first attempt at writing here. Please let me know what you think. I am working on part 2_
I would like to thank sugarlips24 so very much, for helping me with the editing process. I`m not sure I would get this posted without their help.
This is a work of fiction! If you have heard of situations occurring similar to this it is a mere coincidence.
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When Cynthia called to have some landscaping done she had no idea what the weekend would hold for her. Her husband had been complaining that the yard was starting to look like hell due to the work left unfinished. She had big plans with stones and a fountain possibly fresh sod and cedar chips. The plans had been drawn up for months but there was little follow through. She had spoken to a few companies but couldn't get the pricing she wanted. Her daughter's ex- boyfriend had just started working for his uncle who ran a small company so she figured she would give them a call.
Her husband was going to be gone for a couple of days with her son for a father son camping trip. She was hoping she could get a couple of guys in and have the job done before he got back.
She arranged for them to come by and discuss the job. After the meeting she was satisfied with what they said and decided that they would be perfect for the job. They would be by around noon Friday after picking up supplies.
The next morning she was feeling pretty good. She got up and did her work out and took a quick shower. As she was getting dry the workers arrived. She answered the door in her robe with her hair in a towel. She showed them the area and went back in the house to get changed. She changed into a sundress and sneakers. She went out back to tell the workers she would be going on a quick market run. They told her not to worry they would keep the job going while she was gone.
She called her daughters ex, Terry, over. "There is water and juice in the fridge and you're welcome to help yourselves to whatever is there. I should be back in time to make lunch."
"Don't worry about anything Mrs. B. we will get this done without a problem" he said.
"I know you will Terry and please call me Cynthia or Cyn, you're not dating Erin anymore."
"OK if you want" he said shyly. She couldn't help but notice how his t-shirt was sticking to his well-developed chest due to the heat and the yard work he had been doing. Her mind drifted for a second and she snapped out of it.
"OK then I will be back" she smiled.
He went back to work but turned around to watch her walk away. He noticed how her sundress floated around her as she walked. He had always found her attractive, but being married and the mother of his girlfriend, he never let himself fantasize about her.
She came back about an hour later and brought her groceries in the house. While she was putting them away she looked out the window to see the progress. She could see the job was coming along fine.
She watched as Terry and his uncle Frank worked and how their muscles flexed. It's good to have a fantasy life, she thought as she smiled to herself.
Terry was a typical jock, more muscles than brains, and he was very well built. She had allowed herself to think about him on occasion while her daughter was dating him.
His uncle was older probably about 45 or so. Obviously he had been working with his hands for most of his life. He was rough looking, but his muscles were even bigger than Terry's.
She prepared some sandwiches for them and brought them a tray with drinks and food. "I figured you gentlemen could use a break." she smiled as she walked up to them.
"We can take a break in a few minutes," Frank replied "thanks for the food Mrs."
"You're welcome," she said, "I am going to be reading by the pool if you need anything."
She walked away and Frank noticed how when the light was on her he could almost see through her sundress. He could just make out the shape of her body under the thin fabric. He watched her as she went and sat by the pool with her book.
She wasn't really reading, she just wanted to watch these guys for a while and maybe head inside to satisfy herself. She wished her husband Gary was coming home so she could turn her frustrations on him but she would have to fly solo tonight.
Terry and Frank took a break to eat the sandwiches and have some juice. Terry was completely oblivious to Cynthia watching him and his partner. He probably would have thought it was his imagination had he noticed anyway.
Frank on the other hand was watching her enough to see she was paying attention. He peeled off his wet T shirt to expose his sweaty chest. Cynthia was looking almost unconsciously unable to look away. Frank smiled to himself and told Terry to take his shirt off as well. As he did Frank paid close attention to Cynthia sitting by the pool, her eyes glued to this young Adonis right in front of her.
As they went back to work she tried to calm herself down. She told herself that it was alright to fantasize but to remember they were only there to do a job.
She was getting back to her book when she was startled by Terry standing over her. "Would it be possible to get more lemonade"? He asked towering over her.
She looked up at him and smiled. "Of course let me get it for you."
"I can get it" he said.
"No that's alright I don't mind at all". She replied.
"I was going in to use the washroom anyway", he said.
"OK then I will have it ready for you before you're done."
They walked up to the house together. Frank watched and smiled to himself, pulled out his cell to make a couple of calls.
Cynthia was getting the tray ready with glasses and some snacks when she was startled by Frank coming up behind her.
"Hi Mrs. How are you?"
She spun around "What? Oh Frank you scared me I wasn't expecting"
I'm sure you weren't expecting anything" He interrupted.
She looked puzzled not sure what he meant when he moved closer to her and put his hands on her shoulders. "I've been watching you watching us work. You like what you see?"
She tried to back away from him. "I don't know what you're talking about", she insisted.
As she backed away she backed right into Terry coming from the other room. "What's going on" he asked.
"Well" started Frank "this little lady has been watching us while we worked. Probably getting all turned on like the slut she is."
Cynthia was shaking her head no and protesting trying to get away from Franks grasp. "Please Terry, I don't know what he's talking about, he came in here and grabbed me."
"Come on Ter, you saw her watching us. Do you think she wore these slutty clothes for any other reason? She is either running around looking to get fucked or she's a tease and deserves to get fucked. Well which is it?" He asked turning his attention to Cynthia.
"Please I wasn't doing..."
Her words were cut off by a quick slap to the face. "Shut up I don't want to hear your lies bitch. Here hold these"
He grabbed her hand and pulled them behind her back handing them to Terry who was now pushed right up against her. He could see down her dress. Watching her breasts rise and fall as he mindlessly grabbed her wrists.
Cynthia cried, "Please stop this, I don't want..."
Again she was cut off this time by Frank grabbing her chin, "I said shut up, now this is going to happen one way or another. You can try to enjoy it or you can fight and not enjoy it as much."
She could feel her body reacting to this treatment, her legs were quivering and she could feel her pussy start to get wet.
He roughly grabbed her right breast. "You have nice tits. Not to big but firm and full." he squeezed and pinched her nipple until he got some sort of reaction. "Now we won't need this will we?" He grabbed the front of her dress and ripped it open exposing her breasts and her panties.
"Please you need to stop this, my husband will be home soon" she pleaded.
"Will he, didn't you say he was gone until Monday? I'm pretty sure you're lying to me. I don't like little bitches that lie to me." He cruelly grabbed her left nipple and twisted it.
She started to scream in pain and panic realizing this was not a situation she could talk herself out of.
"Please Terry don't do this, help me." She pleaded hoping this boy she had watched grow into a man would save her from this sex crazed man before her.
Frank slapped her in the face. "Do you think he is going to pass up this opportunity? You don't think he wants to fuck your brains out?" He said pushing her up against Terry.
She could feel Terry's cock straining in his pants pressing up against her back. She knew he wasn't going to save her.
"I will make you a deal if you're not wet then I am wrong and I will let you get out of this. If you are then you are the slut I think you are and you are in for quite a time."
"Frank, are you sure you want to do this?" Terry asked.
"I don't know Terry what do you think, slut?" He asked looking at her running his fingers down her pussy lips. She let out a low moan despite herself. "I think she is saying yes my boy. Now my young friend would like you to give him some head."
Cyn was shaking her head and starting to cry. "Please, I don't..."
"That is where you're wrong, you do, and you will." He said grabbing her by the hair and shaking her. "You better start cooperating or this is going to be very unpleasant for you. Now get down on your knees and start sucking his cock, and you better be nice."
He pulled her down to her knees by her hair. She reached up and started fumbling with Terry's' pants.
Her mind was racing trying to figure out a way to get out of this mess. She unfastened his belt and popped the button on his jeans. As she unzipped his fly she could see just how big he was. It must have been 8 or 9 inches and maybe 2 around. Her husband was bigger but still impressive for his age. She let his pants drop and pulled down his boxers. The large cock stuck out like a flag pole.
"OK, look," She started "I will do this for both of you but then you have to get back to work and forget it ever happened deal?" She hoped they would agree to the conditions she laid out.
"No, you look." Frank said grabbing the back of her hair. "You are going to do whatever we say or your husband will find out about everything you did here to coax us into fucking you. Now you are going to start sucking his cock and enjoy it, or he is going to shove that monster in your ass without lube. You are not in a position to make deals here. So shut the fuck up and start sucking like the little slut we all know you are."
His words hurt her and she started to cry. "OK, fine, but please don't hurt me or tell everyone." she replied.
She reached for Terry's cock and started stroking it. She let her tongue glide over the tip and took as much in her mouth as she could. She worked more in her mouth little by little. Terry grabbed a hold of the back of her head as she bobbed up and down on his shaft. Gagging and gasping for air.
"That's better", Frank said, "we are going to use you for a little while and then get back to the job we came here for. Our time line would have had to be adjusted, so I called in some extra help.
Cynthia tried to turn her head and ask what he meant but Terry wouldn't let her off his meat.
"Don't worry I have a couple of people coming to help with the yard work and the job will be done before your husband gets home." Frank continued. "That is what you wanted right?"
The word "right" rang in her ears. She knew the yard needed to get done before her husband got home but she didn't want anyone else seeing her like this.
"I know you can't answer so just shake your head yes or no." He knew she had no choice and so did she and she nodded yes and mumbled uh huh.
"That feels fantastic, Cyn, you are a great cock sucker." Terry said feeling his orgasm building.
"I told you she would be. Like mother like daughter." Frank continued.
Cynthia hadn't thought about her daughter doing the same thing to this massive cock and the idea scared her.
What did Frank know about her daughter? She assumed men talk as women do so Terry must have told him about her.
"I walked in on your daughter giving the boy head a couple of times. She sure could suck dick, I think she liked it too, maybe not as much as you do though. I tried to get her once when she was loaded, but she woke up before I could put it in her mouth." Frank said chuckling. "The most I could do was play with her sweet tits and jerk off on her face. I don't think to this day she even knows it was me."
Cynthia was getting madder hearing this man talk about her daughter like this. She couldn't believe Terry wasn't stopping him from saying these terrible things.
Terry was just enjoying the blow job he was getting. He wasn't listening, or even caring what Frank was saying.
Thought of little Erin sucking this huge cock was a little frightening, let alone anything else they did. Her mind was snapped back to reality when Frank gave her ass a stinging blow from his belt.
"You should be concentrating on your task at hand. I am not getting the impression you like this as much as you should."
She immediately got her mind back into sucking Terry's cock and trying to make him come as soon as possible. "Don't come in her mouth, this bitch deserves a facial. Tell her when you're close." Frank said walking out of the room.
"Listen Cynthia," Terry started to explain while keeping her impaled on his pole. "I'm sorry about this but I have always wanted to fuck you and Frank told me if I followed his lead I would be able to. I know this will be easier on you if you cooperate. Frank is a bit of a sadist and he will hurt you if you give him trouble. I wouldn't like to see that happen. I'm sure as soon as we are done he will move on to the next person."
This didn't make her feel any better but he did seem sincere.
Frank came back in the room with 2 other men and a girl. "OK slut, take your face off that cock and listen up. This is my son Barry and his friend Eric from New York and this is my daughter Beth, a proper little slut in her own right. Beth, boys, this is our plaything of the day Cynthia Barrett, but you can call her slut, bitch, whore or anything else you'd like. Now you little slut finish your blow job and give these 2 boys a hand job while you're at it."
Frank left the room. The 2 boys pulled down their pants and stood on either side of Cynthia as she took their cocks and started stroking them. Beth pulled out a camera and started recording the action.
Not having much of a choice Cynthia started giving the boys a hand job while Terry's cock slid back in her mouth. Terry kept a hold of her hair which allowed her to keep balanced.
"Come on you filthy little slut make those cocks cum. You know you want to be covered by the cum of these 3 guys. That is just the kind of thing a little whore like you wants." Beth was calling out to her while catching everything on video.
Pretty soon Eric started to come. Terry pulled out of her mouth and stroked himself off on her face.
She was having the hot sticky goo sprayed on her from 2 sides still stroking Barry trying to make him come. Finally he did and covered the other side of her face. They dropped her on her back laying on the floor looking up at them.
Beth zoomed in on her cum covered face. "Now tell me how much you love to be covered with cum you dirty little bitch."
Cynthia couldn't believe how turned on all this was making her. She couldn't bring herself to say what the girl wanted. She knew she wasn't a slut, but she was covered in the jizz of 3 different guys 2 of who she just met.
"You will learn how to listen I can promise you that" Beth said kneeling down over her and twisting her nipple making her wince in pain. "You like that do you? Well then Daddy has a surprise for you now." Beth said laughing.
Frank came back in the room and took a look at Cynthia lying on the floor. "Well look at this little bitch covered in cum. I like what I see, you are a natural." He said smiling. "You still have a long way to go today slut but I will give that a minute to dry before we proceed. I am going to show these boys what needs to be done outside. Boys get dressed and we will come see this little bitch later. As they walked out she was left with Beth.
"Please help me" she pleaded, "I don't want to be treated this way."
Beth was kneeling beside her still filming her. "Daddy says all women need to be treated this way so they understand their place." She reached down and felt her pussy to see how wet she was. "It feels to me like you want this. I would say you're enjoying it. I don't care about you or what you think you want. If you're here to play with, I don't have to do anything except watch and film. Daddy has a big thick cock and you are going to love it. It may hurt at first but you get used to the size after a while."
Cynthia couldn't believe this was happening. This girl not much older than her daughter was telling her about her father's cock and how much she liked it.
Beth reached down and rubbed Cynthia's clit lightly making her moan and writhe on the floor. She could feel the skin on her face getting pulled tighter as the cum dried on her face.
She could only imagine how she looked laying on the floor with her tits exposed and a large build-up of cum drying on her face. She felt ashamed and humiliated and incredibly turned on. This embarrassed her more than anything.
This girl rubbing her clit and she was getting wetter and wetter by the second. Frank came back in and saw the situation.
"What the fuck are you doing? Did I say you could play with her pussy?" Frank grabbed Beth by the arm.
"No Daddy I'm sorry I just thought..." Beth seemed scared.
"Thinking is not what you do best sweetie. When I want you to do something I will tell you, now sit her up and go find something slutty for her to wear. You better be ready for me when you get back here."
He let go of her and she replied "Yes sir". She sat Cynthia up, and ran upstairs to look through Cynthia's closets.
"She is pretty, but kind of stupid. She doesn't listen well but she can suck the chrome off a trailer hitch. Her mother was pretty good but my little girl is way better." He seemed to be boasting while searching through a gym bag.
"OK now this is a little collar I want you to wear." He snapped it around her neck. "It is for training dogs, since I've decided you are my bitch for the day you may need some coaxing into doing what I say." He said smiling. "If you do what I ask without hesitation then you will be a good little bitch and if you don't then."
He pressed a button on a remote sending a shock through the collar in the back of Cynthia's neck. She collapsed on the floor shaking. "You will call me sir at all times. If I say it you do it. The rest of them will not be giving you orders. If they tell you to do something you will repeat the request back to me starting with a please sir may I? Do you think you understand all that?"
"Yes sir." She quickly replied.
"Good you will be just fine if you keep that attitude up. You must be thirsty would you like some water?"
"Yes please." She answered quickly, too quickly as she felt the zap from the collar. "Sir sir, sir yes please Sir I would like a drink of water." She cried.
"That's better; you will get the hang of it." He filled a bowl with water and placed it at his feet. She looked up at him puzzled. "Well don't sit there looking stupid crawl over here and drink your water. Unless you don't want it" He bent down to take it away.
"Please sir I do want it, thank you for letting me have it." Tears started rolling down her face as she crawled over to him and started licking the water from the bowl.
Beth returned wearing a stockings and garter set and a peek-a-boo bra and boots. "Daddy she doesn't own anything really slutty. It's all kinda conservative and boring."
"Well I guess we will have to do something about that won't we. Go get me the most revealing thing she has up there. Bring down a push up bra to so we can showcase these beautiful tits. OK we have to get some things for you to entertain in slut. When Beth comes back change into whatever she brings and wait here for me on your knees because bitches don't stand without permission. You got that?"
Cynthia answered quietly with a yes sir.
"Good girl" He said patting her on the head like a dog.
She couldn't believe how quickly things had gotten out of control. She was now expected to be a good dog until this bastard decided she earned the right to walk upright.
She toyed with the Idea of taking off the collar and telling this asshole to get the fuck out of her house. What would her husband say when he found out about this. She had already sucked one guy off and jerked 2 others, and she was wearing the evidence. Plus Beth had all the action on film somewhere. If she decided to stop everything now where would that leave her?
She hated to lose control of her actions but it was turning her on to be treated with such disrespect. Could she really like this treatment? Was she really the slut Frank keeps telling her she is?
Beth returned carrying a tank top a pair of cotton short shorts and a bra. The bra was black and lacy. She knew she would be on display wearing these.
Beth handed them to her. "Put these on you little bitch. I am going to get a turn with you eventually and then you'll know how much of a slut you can be."
Cynthia looked at the girl who had an evil grin on her face and knew she wasn't kidding. She grabbed the clothes from her and let the torn dress she was wearing fall to the ground. She slipped the bra on and a put the tank top on over it. She stepped into the shorts and dropped back to her knees.
Frank came in and looked at her. "Not too bad, nicely done Beth."
"Thank you daddy" she replied.
"I'm not sure about the bra though she may look better without it." "Let me get a second opinion." He said going to call the boys in.
Cynthia was panicked about this idea. She knew without a bra her tits would just swing and sway with every move she made.
Frank came in with the boys. "Well boys what do you think of the little fuck toy do you think it would be better without the bra?"
"I'm not sure." said Barry "Let's see" He walked up to her and grabbed her fleshy tits and gave them a squeeze.
"I think we need to see the top without the bra to be sure" Eric chimed in.
"Of course you do"", Frank said, "What was I thinking? You heard him slut let's see you without the bra."
Cynthia was stunned was she really expected to strip for these boys? Her question was answered by a zap from her training collar. She got back up on her knees and pulled her top down and unfastened her bra, replacing the tank.
"Yes sir, sorry for the delay sir, please forgive me". She heard herself saying almost reflexively?
"Definitely without" Terry said staring lustfully at her big tits as they were encased in the thin cotton fabric. "I agree" said Frank. "You're wearing panties, I think you should take them off as well, I can see the outline of them."
She pulled her shorts and panties off together and replaced the shorts leaving the panties in a ball on the floor. The panty line was gone but now you could see the outline of her vulva.
"That is better" Frank said "OK boys get back to work." As the three of them left she could hear them laughing and talking about what a slut she was and how they were all gonna enjoy riding her hard. Something about her being a doorknob and everyone will get a turn at turned her on.
"Now then" Frank said, "we have to get you some things to parade around in." Grab your purse and let's go. Beth you stay here and hold down the fort."
"OK daddy" she obediently answered.
He attached a small lead to Cynthia's collar and walked her towards the door.
When they got in the car, he turned to her. "I know this is a small town and you have a reputation to protect so I am going to be nice to you. We are going to drive out of town to do some shopping. You are going to try on anything I say and pay for everything. Is that clear?"
"Yes sir. Thank you sir, for not making me shop where I might be recognized," she said shaking a little from the embarrassment of being out dressed like she is, and from having to wear a leash.
As he drove along, Frank would reach over and tweak her nipples every now and then. They passed a group of motorcycles and Frank told her to show them her tits. She hesitated and he grabbed her shirt and pulled it down exposing her breasts through the head hole. "Now you can just leave them like that till we get there."
The cyclists hooted and hollered as they passed yelling obscenities at her. She wanted to disappear from shame.
"Well it's too bad we don't have time. You could entertain those fellas. I bet they would show you a real good time."
Cynthia heard Frank saying as she tried to block out the sights and sounds around her. "I bet I could get a fair price for you from them." Frank continued.
This snapped Cynthia out of her haze as she realized he might actually try something like that, selling her dressed as she is so many miles from home. She started to plead and cry.
"Please sir don't, I will be good. Don't sell me to strangers. I have a family and a home."
"Shut up you stupid bitch I'm not going to sell you to anyone." Frank reassured her. "I have a few things planned for you and we only have a weekend to try them out."
Cynthia felt better knowing she would get back home safe, but didn't register the fact that for the first time Frank had talked about the whole weekend, not just the night.
Frank pulled into a strip mall in an area unfamiliar to Cynthia. |
19,491 | Ye Olde Story Of Betrayal and Lust | Trudydoes | NonConsent/Reluctance | 2018-06-12 | 2018-06-12 | 2022-01-01 15:46:30 | 1 | literotica.com | https://www.literotica.com/s/ye-olde-story-of-betrayal-and-lust | Childhood friends torn asunder. | [''] | 3.8 | They had been friends forever. Though forever in their case was only 18, almost 19 years.
Both born to mothers in the same village, a few days apart. Their mothers and fathers already great friends.
They were country folk in homes of wattle and daub, tending the land of the lord of the manor, in a sleepy Shire in England.
Before they were put to work at a tender age of 5 they would play in the mud and the tall grass, poor but happy.
As they grew they remained firm friends, often working alongside each other in the fields, and usually playing pranks on each other when they weren't.
Grace grew in to a beautiful woman. Long, dark locks of hair to the small of her back, cherry coloured pouting lips, rosy cheeks and skin so soft it felt like a peach. Her figure drew many an admiring glance from the young men of the village, for she was full breasted; not huge, but full. They stood pert and proud and jiggled as she walked. Her waist was narrow, her hips good for child bearing. She glowed with a radiance of health from working the fields, which kept her trim; but also because she ate better food than most, being born to a farming family. No-one saw her legs beneath her long skirts, but she was tall for a woman of her time and fit, her buttocks were ample but shapely and toned. It did not require much imagination to expect that her legs were also long, and toned from her labours.
Working in the open also gave her skin a tanned complexion during the spring and summer months, making her appearance more exotic and alluring than the pasty faced town girls. She was of an age where a marriage would soon be arranged.
Percy was 6'3, also dark haired with chiseled, but ruggedly handsome features. He had a lean, muscular body, also as a result of labouring in the fields from a small child. He also had one other feature, which all of the girls in the village often focused upon, a massive cock. Clothing of his era was restricted to loose fitting long john under garments, and pantaloons which were not flattering and not very concealing. The outline of his cock was clearly visible hanging to his left, part way down his thigh. He had real problems hiding an erection.
Needless to say he was very popular with the young maidens, and many were now vying for his affections as a suitable husband.
Percy however, had eyes for only one girl. Grace.
As they matured in to adults, Percy had harboured a growing and deep routed obsession with Grace. He often lay awake in his cot at night, stroking his manhood whilst trying to picture her naked, entwined in his arms, her bushy womanhood pressed against his swollen member in anticipation of him.
He hoped that their parents would see the sense in arranging for them to wed each other, rather than marry them off to strangers. Though he had never asked Grace how she felt about this, he just assumed she would be thrilled to marry him, given their friendship.
A meeting was called. There it was announced that a suitor had been found for Grace and that it was her fathers wish that she should marry the son of another farmer with a small holding of his own, rather than their Lordships. A marriage that would prove beneficial financially to her parents, as well as being considered a good match for Grace. The suitor was not unpleasant, and god willing, the wedding would take place in a weeks time.
Percy was stunned by the announcement, and by the placid acceptance of it by his own parents. Why did they not speak up and put him forward as suitor also?
He was about to do just that, to unburden himself and pledge his love for Grace, when his world crumbled as she accepted the betrothal.
He stormed from the humble dwelling and ran in to the night. He did not return over the following days, living off the land in the forest, and tormenting himself with images of his lost love in the arms of a another. How could he hope to provide what Grace needed? She deserved better, he concluded.
Each night on the run up to the wedding he grew angrier and angrier, and he considered returning to the village and confronting her, to beg her and her father to call it off and allow him to marry her instead. But he reasoned that even if she agreed, it was likely her parents would not, as he had less to offer than the suitor; and the business arrangements struck between the respective fathers could not be broken for sake of honour.
By the fourth day, 2 days before the wedding, he realised he literally stank and needed to wash. He set off towards a secret place that he and Grace knew of, and had visited to sit and talk together often.
It was a small clearing with a crystal clear watered pool, served by a little waterfall from a stream meandering through the trees unseen by most, and known only to a few. He would go there to swim and wash, and to clean his clothing. The day was hot and humid and perfect for his ablutions.
As he neared the pool through the trees he heard a noise. A soft voice humming a merry tune. He knew that voice and the tune instantly. It was Grace.
He crouched low, and silently made his way as close as he could to the waters edge without giving himself away. Hidden behind a rock, partially screened by trees, he sat still and spied on her. His heart leapt at the sight of her beauty, and he longed to hold her.
She glanced all around, listening intently. Satisfied she was alone, she continued undressing, unfastening her long skirt and letting it fall to the ground. She picked it up and laid it on a rock nearby. Again she listened intently before proceeding further.
Her upper blouse or shift of plain cotton was lifted over her shoulders, taking some of her hair with it, which she shook out when the garment was free of her head. Her liberated breasts jiggled and bobbed with the movement.
Percy was aghast. And very hard. Her tits were were so taut and bouncy. Her nipples protruded from a dark areola, and poked forward toward him.
Percy's mouth was dry from the vista before him and he licked his lips feverishly to moisten them; subconsciously his lips were also playing with her nipples in that instant.
She bent forward to remove her slippers, and her breasts followed, pointing down to the ground.
She rose and stood stock still, as if she had heard him, or something else. He willed her not to stop now, whilst he held his breath.
After a number of seconds, she reached for her lower under garments, and stripped them from her waist and legs. She had turned to place them on to the same rock as the rest of her clothes, and in bending again, to put them down, afforded him a view of his first vagina, peering through the triangular gap formed by the top of her thighs and her buttocks. The thin slit guarded by fleshy drapes.
His cock spilled some fluid in to his own under garments at the view.
She stood and turned around, facing him full frontal, absolutely naked. Her dark bush between her legs fixating him. Her long slender legs extending from below her even slender waist. She looked like a goddess. A statuesque figure of the definitive embodiment of woman.
She strode languidly forward in to the water, taking it slowly to get used to the cool water, catching her breath at first, then becoming accustomed to it. He noticed her nipples had grown harder and more erect from the coolness of the water.
He watched her bush submerge beneath the surface, and then her breasts bob up and down on top of it for a while, before she took a little dive forward, submerging all but her head, and swam toward him. He ducked down even further behind the rock.
When he heard her stop, then turn and swim away from him he looked back over the rock, straight in to her opened legs and her exposed pussy, as she completed part of her swimming stroke.
He could not help it. He began to think about what it would be like to handle her breasts, to savour her pussy, to take his manhood and thrust it inside her inviting cunt.
Worse. He began to plot. He considered that if he did surprise her and force himself on her, that she would yield to him. And once he had taken her, and possibly impregnated her, then she would have to marry him. He knew there was great shame in doing this, even if she did yield to him. And that their parents would disown both of them, if she was proven complicit. But the more he thought about those breasts, about her slender legs and of course her wet pussy clamped around his swollen cock, riding him hard, the more reason gave way, and lust took over.
She partially stood, and he watched every bead of water that dripped from her breasts and nipples back in to the pool with envy. Oh god how he wanted to drink them from her tits, to suckle on her.
Before he knew it, his clothing had been removed, and he sat stroking his giant snake in his left hand. He was delirious with lust now. He knew there was no way he would stop himself from taking her. He was desperate to be her first, to take her flower, desperate to make her see how much he loved her, he was blinded by passion and rage and longing.
He moved sideways towards the waterfall, and when she was looking in the opposite direction, slipped from the bank, to a rock and then behind the cascading water. He knew she could not see him through the water. It had been his treasured hiding place and secret for many a game of hide and seek. He had watched her search endlessly for him from this vantage point when they were children.
She entered the water again, swimming back towards his general direction, the waterfall to her left. When she reached the bank she rolled over, her mounds and her bush protruding through the water as she floated on her back, arms outstretched anchoring her to small rocks. He was but a few feet away, looking at a diffused view of her nakedness through a curtain of water.
His cock was so hard it felt like it would split apart. He had to have her. As she pushed off to swim back to the opposite shore, he leaped through the torrent of water, and grabbed at her ankles, succeeding in grasping both. He yanked her back towards him, legs splayed apart. Her initial scream and shock was not heard, as her head had been yanked below the surface of the water as he dragged her backwards, but her arms flailed wildly by her head.
There was no ceremony, no foreplay or words exchanged before he took her. He just pulled her back right in to his torso, to his waiting erection. He let go of one ankle and deftly reached down to his cock and positioned it at her opening, and thrust inside. He was surprised to find her cunt warm, despite the cool water. Her head was still below the surface, she was spluttering and coughing and trying to breathe let alone make sense of who had attacked her; of who had just entered her private place.
He reached forward, and grabbed both breasts, lifting her up out of the water, so that her feet lowered and she could stand on the bottom, her back pulled in close to his muscular frame, his cock still buried inside her.
As soon as her feet touched solid ground she began to try and wrestle free of him, but he was oh so strong. She turned her head slightly to see who was abusing her and with shock saw it was Percy.
"No...Percy, no...stop, please stop....why...why are you doing this?"
He did not stop. His cock pumped slowly in and out of her as he continued to fondle her tits and nipples. Holding her in a tight grip.
"I...love you...I don't want you to marry someone else...I want you for myself. I have to make you see, how much you mean to me. How much I could give you."
His cock was gnawing away at her. This was new to them both and was an experience that was beginning to intoxicate her, she felt things she never had before, and his massive cock in her tight hole felt so fucking good. She shook the thoughts from her mind. She could not allow this.
"When I saw you undress and then your nakedness, I...just had to have you, I admit I became mad with lust looking at your beauty and your womanly body. I had no control...my, my manhood was raging to enter you."
"But I am betrothed to someone else. You will bring shame on you, and me and our families...and you took me without my consent. Men have been hanged for less".
"I know...I am weak...I have loved for so long now...I have had impure thoughts about you many nights, wondering about this moment, I had expected our parents to betroth us, and I had expected you would want me to, and that you thought about me also. I hoped by taking you while the opportunity presented itself, that you would yield to me, forgive me and return my love, and that we could elope to marry."
He had loosened his grip on her as he spoke, even his hips had stopped thrusting, as his melancholy cooled his ardour temporarily; but his cock remained inside her.
She lunged forward for the opposite bank, disengaging herself from him, though quite what she was going to do when she got there and where she would run to in her nakedness she had no idea. She swam hard a short way, then stood and waded the last few yards toward her clothing.
She was not as powerful as Percy though, and the water dragging at her legs slowed her more considerably than him. She stumbled on all fours as she reached the edge, and immediately knew her vulnerability.
He was behind her in seconds. He wrapped an arm around her waist from behind, pinning her against him, his other hand guided his cock back inside her. This time he pushed roughly and deeply in to her, making her shriek in pain, and surprise.
"Why did you run?"
"Do you not love me? Do you not want me?"
"I told you, I am to marry someone else, you are not my future."
Despite her words, it was difficult to ignore his plundering cock. His girth stretched her pussy wide; and she noticed how wet and flushed she felt from its attentions.
"Then I will make sure you are mine, by giving you my child."
"No, Percy...no you can't." She screamed. "You will condemn us both to death or to lives as slaves...please I beg you...stop."
But it was to late. His heart was blackened by bitterness, he saw no other way but to seed her, hoping she would become pregnant, or at least make her flee with him for fear of such an outcome. It was twisted reasoning, but he could see no other way to make her his, to make her change her mind.
His speed increased, his penis going as deep as it could in her vagina...which was not able to fully take his entire length.
Her tits swayed back and forth in the air from the impact of his thrusts, and against her protests there was a backdrop of noises indicating another emotion. Of high arousal.
As this was the first time for both of them, it did not take either long to reach the point of release. She could sense he was nearing ejaculation, and begged him to withdraw; especially as she knew she was going to come too.
She also knew she was at her most fertile. The wedding date planned around such events in her day, to improve the chances of pregnancy during the wedding night nuptials.
He did not withdraw however. He held his cock deep inside her as he pumped load, after load of his virulent seed in to her pussy, where it clashed with her own ejaculation, and fought its way to her egg to fertilise it.
There was a strong possibility that she would now be with child. Nothing could now be done to prevent the course of nature, other than taking her life; or perhaps trying one of the old fabled remedies to terminate the baby. None of which had ever worked to her knowledge.
Her orgasm had been eye popping. An explosion of fire ran through her body, every nerve tingling and dancing. It was an incredibly intense experience she secretly hoped to relive again. Often. But at that moment her overriding emotion was anger and betrayal. She sobbed, knowing her relatively privileged future as the wife of a landowners son, had probably been stripped from her.
"You bastard. You evil, bastard. You say you love me, but you rape me. You say you love me but you condemn me to poverty or worse. You say you love me but you give me a bastard child, for I will never marry you, or elope with you. You say you love me, but betray our friendship for the sake of wanting to know what it would be like to have me. You are a cunt."
"I will make you see. I will make you yield to me. You will be mine. You know I love you, you know that love was born of our friendship, you know I had to take you to try and change your mind, it was my only choice, I could not reason with you or your father, as words would not have changed anything. I have hopefully given you the greatest gift a man could give any woman, a child. My child. I hoped that would mean you would come to accept we were meant to be, that if you bear my child you would leave with me to live as a family. I am desperate not to lose you. My actions are wrong, I know, but in my heart I had to take the opportunity before me or forever live a broken man once you married. I could not stand the thought of you going to his bed on the night of your wedding. I had dreamt so often that that would be me and I was insane with jealousy that he would be the one to make you bleed."
"You are selfish and think only of you. What about what I want? I suppose you assumed I loved you, that I would fall in to your arms and be glad to leave with you, that I too longed to be your lover and experience what it would be like to be taken by your much talked about donkey cock. You assumed like most men do of women, that I should be pleased to have you as my suitor, that I would be meek and cede to you, to be dominated and controlled by you. Well fuck you."
His anger was rising now as her vitriol poured from her mouth. She was still on all fours and he was still behind her, though flaccid now. His cum was seeping, oozing out between her labia and forming a globule, that would drip to the ground in time.
He gripped her hips and spun her around. She scrambled back away from him, spider-like, on to the grass, but she could not escape him. As before he grabbed an ankle and halted her, and moved in-between her legs on his knees.
She swung wildly at him with her fists, which he parried and blocked easily. He gripped both her wrists, above her head as she wrestled against him, and he pushed her arms backward, forcing her to lie back in the grass. His body falling on top of her when she passed the tipping point.
She spat in his face, and in return he kissed her hard on the lips. She tried to bite him but failed, and he was careful not to use his tongue for that reason. He held her arms fast above her head, his body pinning her to the ground while his lips moved on to her cheek, then her neck, and her ear, where his tongue and breath made their mark, making her shiver and tremble from the tickling sensation.
His mouth returned to hers and he kissed her hard. She did not kiss back at first.
"You words are hurtful. And I deserve some of them." He mouthed breathily between passionate kisses.
"But I do love you and I know you have some love for me, or we would not have been friends all our years. I perhaps did make assumptions, but those were simple ones to make. We have known each other forever, our bond is strong, something you cannot deny. As you grew to a woman it felt so natural to me for the bond to grow in to love of another kind, to grow to where I desired you, and yes expected that our parents would simply betroth us. My crime was to assume you felt the same. It never occurred to me that you would not. I was devastated when you all so readily agreed to your betrothal to another man. I could not cope with the betrayal."
He reached to the rock where her clothes were with one hand, and yanked at a cord used as a belt for her skirt, tugging it free. He sat on top of her, his cock touching her chin, her tits caressing his legs, then bound her hands together tightly above her head, with some difficulty, as she still struggled against him.
"What are you going to do?" She said, with fear a new emotion to enter her mind.
Now he was free to use his hands elsewhere.
He slid back down her, the hair guarding her pussy brushing his arse and scrotum as he moved over it.
"I am going to pleasure you, and fuck you again. I will make you want me."
His mouth latched on to her right breast, and sucked hungrily like a baby trying to force milk to seep from it. His tongue and teeth lapping and biting softly at her nipple. She felt his cock twitch and begin to harden again against her thigh.
"Oh my god...please Percy...oh Jesus...please...please...ooooh".
His right leg remained between hers, to keep them slightly spread apart so she could not clamp them tightly together, making if difficult to access her cum- filled cunt.
His right hand reached the mound of hair, and his fingers ran through it like a fork.
He released his grip on her breast and kissed her mouth hard. He risked using his tongue to seek out hers, and took hope from the fact she did not bite it off, but instead jousted with it with her own tongue, and returned his kiss.
His lips returned to her breasts, but this time the left one. His fingers meanwhile had parted her labia, and were sliding up and down vertically, smearing his thick cream in to the folds of her warm, inviting womanhood. His breathing was shallow, he was almost hyperventilating at touching her intimate region, and knowing it was his seed inside her.
His fingers discovered a little bump at the top of her slot, and he noticed that when he touched her there she raised her hips off the ground, and writhed a little...she also moaned softly. He focussed on this little nub, flicking it and rubbing it around and around, slowly, then quickly.
In a short time, she seemed to have become lost to his touch as she groaned and muttered and bucked and writhed, until she let out a deep guttural sound as she came while his index finger was working her little bud hard. Her hips were lifted way off the ground, before sagging back to the grass, as the event subsided.
"Kiss me." She said.
And when he went for her mouth. "No, not there...down there. I want to feel your lips and tongue on my sex."
He was stunned but not about to argue. Her wrists remained bound however even though she now seemed to be a willing partner in their copulation.
He spread her legs wide, resting each on small rocks to slightly elevate them. He moved towards her glistening lips, covered with his cum and her juices. Her inner thighs also damp from her recent orgasm.
He could smell her cunt, and he drank in the scent of her. It was intoxicating to him, and drew him in so that his nose made first contact, and became immediately covered in a cocktail of cum.
He saw her bud for the first time. And his tongue made straight for it, given her response to his fingers teasing this part of her.
As soon as the tip of his tongue reached her sodden lips, she felt a shot of something rise through her body. Had this been modern times she would have said like an electric shock, but electricity did not exist, so she had no comparison to draw. Perhaps a lightning bolt was the nearest.
His hand tried to prise her lips wider apart so he could get better purchase on her little orgasm maker, and in doing so noticed that it resembled a hermit crab, that the most tender and sensitive part dwelled inside a little hood, which could be pushed back to expose her trigger.
So he did. And then decided he would be better sucking on it to entice it out, which brought an immediate reaction from Grace.
Her language had grown course, and he noticed that her hands now pressed in to his head. She must have found the strength to break free of her bindings, from the adrenaline and energy created by their coupling.
She did not pull him free, or demand that he stop. It was the opposite. She pushed his head down in to her. Almost smothering him with her pussy. She cursed at him to give her another feeling like the last one. Urged him on to give her what she craved.
He reached up one hand and groped a breast. It was so swollen and hard. The nipple stood to attention on top like a sentry, and he pinched it hard.
He sucked greedily on her clit. Drinking his own cum and smearing his cheeks with her juices. She was like a feral cat...gripping the grass and tearing clumps of it free as he took her to levels of ecstasy she had not known existed til this moment.
He repositioned himself slightly, by removing himself outside her legs and lying across her right thigh. This allowed him to push two fingers inside her cum soaked hole, and begin to finger fuck her, while still paying her pussy attention with his tongue at the same time. Two fingers became three as he rapidly frigged her cunt, faster and faster, wetter and wetter, until she began to squirt. Soaking the earth beneath her naked body.
She was keening and whining now, strange high pitched noises from her throat piercing the silent forest save for the waterfall. She had never imagined such acts, never envisaged in engaging in such depravity, and therefore certainly had never envisaged that she would enjoy it so much. She was at a loss to explain how she felt in truth, it was too complex, it simply overwhelmed her and made her feel alive.
The act of doing all this in the open, in a forest on gods own earth felt wicked, but the wickedness only added to the thrill of it all.
She had a double orgasm, not that she knew what that was, she just knew shock waves had erupted from two close, but different, areas of her nether regions, her thighs and hips ached with the power of her release.
He had not finished with her yet. He barely gave her time to relax from the intense spasms before he had slipped back between her legs, his rock hard shaft poised at the gates of paradise.
"Tell me you did not enjoy that. Tell me you do not want me to enter you again, that you don't want to feel me inside you."
"I...I cannot. But nor can I say I will marry you or leave with you. I do not want to work the fields all my life, I want to be a housewife and and run a home for my husband, a man of some small wealth. If I left with you, we would always be poor. I want to be free of being poor, and have nice dresses and a more comfortable life."
"But, what if you now bear my child. How can you marry another man, now."
"Fuck me again, and I will tell you."
He was hurt, and confused, but not about to pass up the invitation to take her again. He slipped the bulbous tip of his cock inside her flooded hole and sank it further and further in to her until she could take in no more. Her back arched higher and higher as he inched his way to her vaginas nadir.
As he began to withdraw, she spoke again, mixing her message with comments and approval on his prowess.
"Neither of us can speak of this day or we will both die or be disowned at best...Oh my god that feels so good...I will marry him...Oh my lord Jesus Christ...Mmm. He will take me to his bed on our wedding night and have me...Your cock fills me entirely, it is breathtaking...When I become pregnant, it will either be yours or his...No-one will know about you, so they will assume it is his, as I wed him in two days, so there is no real time difference...Oh yes, fuck me yes...I will get the life I yearn for...And you...Oh that's it, oh Holy Mary Mother of God, it is so big...you get to fuck me as my lover, as I suspect my future husband shall not satisfy me as you do...Oh yes, ooooh...If you should impregnate me as my lover in the future, I will also pass it off as my husbands child. Who will know unless we are discovered, or you talk. But you will not speak of us, or I will accuse you of raping me."
His anger at her deviousness, at the thought of never having her as his wife made him fuck her harder, roughly venting his frustration by hammering her with his cock instead of his fists.
But the harder he thrust, the more she cursed and squealed and pleaded with him to make her cum again. He had to concede that the thought of being her lover was appealing; though second best, he would still get to fuck the most beautiful woman he knew, and perhaps seed her with his child - it was a risk he was prepared to take.
"We will meet here, or other places if they become convenient for our couplings, especially in the winter months. We will endeavour to meet monthly or more often if circumstance allows."
He grunted his acknowledgement. "Ok. Have it your way, but to seal the bargain you must do something in return for me."
He withdrew from her and stood, erect, at her feet. "Suck it. Suck it until it spews forth its seed, and drink the seed."
She hesitated. Partly because she wanted him to continue fucking her, she was on her way to another orgasm when he withdrew, but partly because she had never done such a thing, and the thought was quite dizzying.
He stood stroking his length, no shyness, just assured confidence and pride in his member. She got to her knees, and gripped his dick in two hands, lowering it to her lips. She could feel the blood pulsing and coursing through his foreskin, could smell her pussy juice on his cock, and then tasted it, as she sucked in the tip between her teeth.
She made slurping noises, as her mouth began to water and fill with saliva from bobbing up and down his shaft. Her hand was at the hilt, tugging back and forth on the skin, masterbating him. She could only take a fraction of his rod, for it was too long, even when it touched the far reaches of her mouth near her tonsils, which made her gag.
She pulled harder and harder, her tongue and lips working furiously at the top end. It was his turn to moan now, he looked down to marvel at the view of those cherry lips encircling his dick, at the long locks of damp hair falling over her face and acting like curtains, concealing the act from a sideways view. Her smooth back trailed down to her curvaceous, naked buttocks, her feet protruding from her legs curled beneath her. He gripped her head, as he felt the tension build in his groin and his balls, he knew he was about to come, though inexperience meant Grace did not realise it this time.
He shot at least three loads of his cream while her mouth was fastened tight on to his dick, meaning she had no choice but to swallow...however he found she had a liking for it, and when he began to withdraw, she held him there by his buttocks and cleaned off every subsequent deposit. She looked up in to his eyes when she was done and licked her lips fiendishly at him.
She slid off the grass and back in to the water, and he followed.
Their bodies entwined in the water, hands exploring every part of each other, not ready yet to let go, to leave their secret haven.
He backed her up to a lichen covered rock at the waters edge, and stepped in to her and lifted her. Her legs encircled his waist, the water making her more buoyant and less of a burden to hold. His penis found her without hands guiding them, and silently slipped inside her. He made love to her slowly, savouring the moment, his lips and tongue exploring hers, then moving on to her neck and shoulders before stooping to take in her erect nipples shimmering with dew.
Before they reached climax however, they heard horses in the distance, and were in fear of being seen. Percy quickly retrieved all their clothing, then led her to his secret hiding place behind the waterfall.
He laid the now damp clothes on the ground and they sat on them looking through the falls. She began to shiver, as there was no sun to warm her skin in the little cave.
He held her close to share their body heat. Still she shivered. He motioned for her to lie down on the clothing, and she complied. He lowered himself atop her and parted her legs with his own.
"What are you doing?"
"Warming you up of course." He said, as his cock took occupation of her once more.
"But horses approach, and therefore people."
"They cannot see, nor will they hear us unless you scream too loudly. I have hidden from you many times in here when we were children. I hid in here before I grabbed you earlier, and you did not see me."
His hips rose and then fell again, and he felt her pussy grip his cock. It was a truly wonderful feeling, his prick enveloped in her warm fleshy vagina.
They were lay immediately behind the falls, with a filtered view of the outside, distorted by the curtain of water; droplets splashing on to them as their fucking intensified.
They saw three men approach and dismount, they filled their water flasks, splashed their faces and soaked their kerchiefs in water to cool themselves, and allowed the horses to drink. And all the time they were doing so they were unaware of the two young lovers, lay entirely naked, watching them from behind the waterfall, as they fucked.
She was biting her lips hard so that she would not make too loud a noise as she climaxed, as his cream spilled inside her adding to the earlier dose.
The riders left, and they left separately shortly thereafter. Percy stayed away from the village until the wedding had passed, both to allay suspicion and so he did not have to see her wed his rival, fracturing his already broken heart further. He took solace from the fact that he would be her lover. And held on to not only the memories of a few days earlier, but what was to come in the future.
Grace married her suitor, and lay with him on the wedding night. She hid a small handkerchief with chickens blood on it to smear the sheet with, so if anyone should check, it would seem as if her new husband had broken her hymen and taken her flower, as a sign of her chastity.
The sex itself was woeful. The man had no clue, his dick was tiny, and he lasted all of 20 seconds before shooting his load in her and then rolling over to sleep, after pecking her on the cheek. She of course acted like he moved her universe, making all the appropriate noises...albeit briefly.
She met Percy three times, before it was confirmed she was pregnant. Everyone assumed the husband to be the father. Their trysts continued until 6 weeks before the birth. And did not continue after it despite their pledge.
Percy ran away after the birth and was never seen again.
The one thing neither could control was nature. And both had overlooked one important detail. When the baby was born, a boy, it had a rather distinguishing feature...a rather large penis. |
19,492 | The Year End Review | jonstevens | NonConsent/Reluctance | 2021-12-24 | 2021-12-24 | 2022-01-01 14:48:11 | 1 | literotica.com | https://www.literotica.com/s/the-year-end-review | A nice boss turns bitter and takes advantage of someone. | [''] | 4.23 | Disclaimer: All characters are fictional
Year end was always an exciting yet dreadful time at the firm. So many were happy and celebrating bonuses and others were angry and annoyed about their reviews and subsequent payoffs. On a day Jon should have been celebrating the largest bonus of his career and the best performance review he has had in 11 years, he was angry. At 43, he had dedicated the last 11 years at the firm, climbing the ladder playing the game properly. Jon was a successful highly rated manager with a promotion for a vice president role when it happened. The yearend promotions went to Ashley and to Barri. Jon was angry. Ashley, while smart, was generally in over her head, often missed deadlines and had no ability to manage a crisis. Jon had bailed her out of two major screw ups this year alone. Barri, was your typical stereotype girl who fucked her way up the ladder. She had no shame in admitting it, and when she reported to Jon, he had to place her on a written warning for inappropriate use of work tools, based on her emails and IM's and yet here she is promoted.
Jon sat in his office, blood boiling and angry when Shannon, poked her head in. "Hello sir," Shannon beamed. She always called Jon "Sir". He had been her manager since her first day at the firm and he moved her up the ladder with him as he climbed it. She was a great employee and great worker. Shannon was a firecracker. She had a loud personality, but everyone liked her. At 4'11" she did not lack confidence. A married mother of two, the red head had sexy green eyes, a fantastic ass and small yet perky boobs.
"Did you hear the exciting news about Barri?" Shannon asked. "Very exciting for her." Jon's stomach turned. How dare she be excited for Barri. She knew he was up for one of the promotions, and she comes and asks about Barri's exciting news. "Sorry you did not get the promotion, maybe next year, after all, Barri always appreciated the way you looked out for her," Shannon said. In 30 seconds, Jon went from adoring Shannon to incredibly furious with her. Sure, she meant no harm, but he always stood by her, supported her, coached her, and helped her navigate through the swamp of corporate America and she blows off his lack of promotion as no big deal.
"Ok, let me have it," Shannon said.
Jon replied, "Excuse me?"
"My year-end?" Shannon inquired. "It was scheduled for now. Jon gazed at Shannon. Her lips looked divine with dark lipstick. Her tits perky as always clearly defined on her yellow top and her ass, looked great in her black skirt as she closed the office door.
"I'm sorry Shannon, I am going to have to reschedule. I got tied up on a report and have not had a chance to finish your review, so we need to reschedule for tomorrow. Say 4:30?" Jon stated.
Shannon popped up to her feet and gave Jon a second look at her ass as she opened the door, "Of course. Just remember, be kind to me," Shannon said as she marched out of his office. "Bye boss". With that, Shannon marched off. Jon stewed for a moment and then turned to his computer and finished out his day.
A little over 24 hours later, at 4:30, Jon heard Shannon's voice saying goodbye to some coworkers as she headed for his office. She entered the room and in her typical fashion greeted Jon, with her typical, "Hello sir!". Jon did not reply as Shannon turned around and closed to door. Her short frame looked good in three-inch heels and a sweater dress that went just above her knees.
"I am sorry to have this meeting so late in the day especially as everyone is heading out to Ashley and Barri's happy hour," Jon stated. "As you know your yearend review is very critical to your annual raise and potential promotional opportunities. I thought we might need some more time this year than normal.
Jon handed Shannon a copy of her yearend review and slowly watched the smile on Shannon's face disappear and turn into a picture of confusion.
"What is this?" Shannon asked. "Almost none of this is true."
"Really?" Jon replied. "Funny, it matches with the four warnings you signed earlier this year." Jon sighed and handed Shannon four write ups.
All signed with both of their signatures and email from Shannon on each date acknowledging receipt.
Shannon raised her voice slightly, "What is going on? You have never given me a write up, and I certainly have never signed one. What is happening."
Jon, always the nice happy boss, was not smiling.
He looked at Shannon as she glared back at him with that firecracker rage. "It goes like this Shannon," Jon said. "That right there is your yearend performance review, pretty much ensuring you get no performance bonus, unlike the $25,000 bonus you got last year and guarantees you won't get next year's holiday profit sharing bonus."
"This is the performance review I will submit into the system. Unless you convince me why I should not. Oh, and please do not whine about how it is not true. You are a smart enough woman to know that it does not matter what is true. What matters is all these performance write ups are signed, dated and acknowledged by you, so either convince me why I should not submit this review or get out of here and go celebrate Barri's promotion," Jon bellowed sarcastically.
"Jon, I have worked for you for seven years and have always been loyal and a hard worker, why are you doing this?" Shannon said as a tear ran down her eye.
"Tsk, funny how you use the word loyal Shannon, you are anything but loyal and that's what this is about." Jon replied.
"Sir I really do not know what I am supposed to say or do to convince you to not submit these lies. They are not true and do not represent my work." Shannon argued.
Jon continued to eyeball Shannon. He could tell Shannon was worked up and started wondering if her panties were getting wet as she got mad. Jon had decided last night he was through being the good guy only to always get passed up for his hard work and decided Shannon was going to have to pay for her betrayal, celebrating Barri.
"It is very simple Shannon, right here, right now, you are going to satisfy me as I instruct, or you are going to have to explain to your husband why there is not performance bonus or raise and how next year you will not get one either." Jon said. Jon knew times were tough at Shannon's house. Her husband had been unemployed for nine months and his benefits were cut. The lack of bonus would cripple Shannon's ability to give her two kids Christmas.
"Satisfy you?" Shannon asked.
"Yes, satisfy me," Jon replied.
Shannon looked at Jon, while he was not ugly, he was an average guy. Mid 40's, a bit of a belly, and probably 15 lbs overweight, but she never had any attraction to him or ever thought about doing anything with him.
Jon on the other hand looked at Shannon and had craved a piece of her ass since the day he met her. He found her hot and sexy and something about the red hair and short frame turned him on. But he was a good guy. Never acted on it because it was not right, but always felt, nothing wrong with fantasizing.
"Sir, I..." Shannon started.
"Stop," Jon commanded. "I told you, either satisfy me or get the fuck out of here and go to Barri's party and perhaps get drunk. I have a feeling you will need booze when you explain to your husband why you are not getting money you were expecting."
"Ho...h...how do you want me to satisfy you?" Shannon said.
"For a smart girl you're acting like a moron," Jon said.
"You have a mouth; you have a pussy...I have a cock. Satisfy me, and maybe just maybe this review can be resolved. Otherwise, no bonus, no promotion, no raise no nothing. I'll also make sure to cite your husband's application to work here as a conflict of interest.
Shannon reluctantly turned away from Jon and locked his door. "One time and one time only," she said. "And before we leave, you will submit my real review," Shannon insisted.
Jon chuckled and said, "One time and you get the other performance review. But I want to make sure you want it, so I suggest making sure not only with your actions, but your words you tell me how badly you want this. I know you have always wanted me Shannon," Jon said.
Shannon was stunned, but knew she had no choice. Her family was beyond living paycheck to paycheck and her bonus ensured her rent gets paid for four months and she could give her kids the Christmas she wanted to. She turned away and then looked back at Jon, gave him a fake smile and said, "I have been wanting to fuck you since the day I first got here sir, and now it's time."
Jon's cock stirred in his pants as Shannon strutted over to him in her maroon sweater dress and kneeled before Jon. She hesitated before grabbing for Jon's belt, disgusted that she was in this position. After all, she loved her husband and was happily married. Shannon got Jon's belt buckle open and grabbed his pants button and popped that open immediately. She wanted to get this over as fast as possible.
Jon leaned back as Shannon used her hands, to grip the waist of his pants and pulled them down to his ankles. As she looked up, she was met with Jon's gaze at her. He looked slightly annoyed. She knew Jon never repeated his instructions from working with him for so many years. She faked another smile and said, "I have been waiting to see how big your cock is for years."
As Shannon slide Jon's boxers down, she slightly lost her balance as she saw thickest, largest, soft cock she had ever seen. "Holy shit," Shannon said. She stared at it for a moment as she thought to herself this was the largest cock she had ever seen. It must be over nine inches long already, she thought as she started to touch it.
Shannon leaned down started to lick the head of her boss's cock. She was not happy about the predicament but was suddenly very turned on, as her husband had an average cock, about five inches when hard. As Shannon's tongue twirled on the head of Jon's cock, she looked up at him and pleaded once more, "Jon, please. I am married and."
Jon cut her off, "Shannon, you have two choices, walk out of here right now and deal with the consequences of that choice, or proceed and get all of your financial and professional recognition."
Annoyed, but knowing her family needed the money, Shannon turned her attention to Jon's cock and started to give him a sloppy blow job. Shannon loved sucking dick and was turned on by the size of Jon's rod. As Jon's cock got harder and grew in her mouth, Shannon struggled. She was a small woman and did not have an overly large mouth. Certainly not a mouth designed to accommodate a cock as thick as Jon's. She dealt with the pain as her jaw expanded and sucked harder. Her saliva was all over Jon's shaft. Shannon wrapped her hand around the base of Jon's dick and stroked as her head bobbed up and down.
As Shannon increased her pace, she started to wonder just how large Jon was. Shannon attempted to deepthroat, trying to see how much of this cock she could get in her mouth and was frustrated she could not get more than halfway down. She was caught off guard as she gagged a little on Jon's head, feeling his hand hold her head down. "Damn, Shannon, you are quite the cock sucker," Jon moaned.
Shannon was hoping Jon's moans and heavying breathing meant this act was almost over. Soon she would make him cum and then head home to her family, whom she was doing this for, and never think about this again. As Jon released his grip on Shannon's head, she popped her mouth off to catch her breath, and instinctively wrapped her other hand around his shaft so both her hands were stroking Jon thick member. It was not lost on Shannon, that one hand was more than enough to stroke her husband.
As Shannon caught her breath, she lowered her mouth and started to devour Jon's shaft in her mouth again. Sucking and slurping his cock, giving everything, she had so this would end, she felt Jon's body tense up. This is it, Shannon thought. She used her hand on the lower part of his shaft and really rotated her hand and sucked the top part faster and faster. Ready for his cum to fill her mouth, Shannon had every intention of not swallowing any. Jon moaned, and pulled his cock out of Shannon's mouth, grabbed it, and stroked it a few times before he exploded and began to shoot rope and after rope of cum all over Shannon's face and hair. A rope even landed right on her left eye lid. Shannon could feel that the amount of cum on her face was substantial. She had never taken a facial. She felt cheap and dirty, but also could tell her pussy was wet.
As the as the last few drops of cum made it's way out of Jon's cock, they landed on Shannon's sweater dress. Her face a gooey mess, Shannon asked Jon of he had any Kleenex. Jon quickly explained to her they were not done yet and she was going to keep the cum on her face until he said otherwise. As Jon said this, he used his cell phone and snapped a picture of Shannon, covered in cum. Jon's cock was still hard, and he told Shannon to lick his balls so and he'd be ready shortly
Shannon hesitated as licking balls was not exactly her favorite thing. Her defiance was gone. She already had blown Jon, let him cum on her face and even had her picture taken. She had no way to end this. She leaned in and took one ball in her mouth and licked and sucked before switching to the other. After a few minutes, it was not lost on Shannon that Jon's cock was at full attention. The cum on her face was running down her face, but mostly sticking to her skin. Jon surprised her by grabbing her hair and pulling her to her feet. As Jon's cock touched her stomach, he spun her around and bent her over his desk and quickly hiked up her dress. There it was, that sweet tight ass he had always enjoyed, complete with a red g string running up her ass crack. Jon pulled Shannon's g strong to the side, exposing her pussy. Jon could feel the heat from Shannon's crotch and slid a finger right inside her. Shannon moaned. She was hot. She could not fight it.
Shannon felt Jon's head touch her pussy when she asked, "Please sir, use a condom. I am not on birth control." Jon just chuckled and said, "That sounds like a "you" problem."
How could I have been so wrong all these years Shannon wondered? Jon had always been caring and concerning and helpful and now was blackmailing her. Her thoughts interrupted as she felt Jon's cock, in one thrust, stretch her pussy wider than it ever has been stretched and felt her shaft deep inside her. She moaned very loud, "Oh fuck."
Jon wrapped Shannon's red hair in his left hand and pulled her hair as his right hand squeezed her hip as he fucked her hard and deep. Shannon could not catch her breath. Her body was worked up. Jon was amazing with his cock. He knew where to hit her inside and the speed she needed. It was not long before her body betrayed her, and Shannon came all over Jon's cock. Jon showed her no mercy. He let go of her hair and used that hand to reach and pinch her clit. The sensation and the pressure Jon's cock were putting on her inside was too much, and Shannon convulsed again with her second orgasm in less then a minute.
Jon noticed some cream on his cock and smiled to himself. Feeling as if he had achieved victory. Jon took and open hand and spanked Shannon hard as he held his cock deep inside her. Pressing her down at the small of her back, Shannon could feel Jon's thickness filling her. She lost control and came a third time the instant Jon pressed a finger to her asshole. Shannon had never been into ass play, but the touch sent her over the edge, and she screamed out as her orgasm took over her body.
"OH MY GOD," Shannon moaned. Shannon felt shame and pleasure all at once. She knew what she was doing was wrong. She betrayed her marriage vows for her family and yet was enjoying the fucking she was getting. She never felt this full. Jon's cock touched her in places never been touched by her husband and she was now fucking him as much as he was fucking her.
Shannon felt Jon's hand slap her ass again and then felt the ultimate sensation as Jon pressed his finger into her asshole. The three orgasms had helped her relax and while it felt strange and a hurt, it also felt good. The cum on her face was mixing with her sweat. Her dress was still on, only her ass and pussy exposed.
Jon thrusted his cock hard into her pussy and held it inside of her. Shannon pushed back on his cock, trying to get more of it inside her. She was craving her boss's cock. The man, who up until an hour ago had been her mentor and friend, was now her violator and yet her fantasy. As Jon repeated with slow but deep thrusts one at a time, Shannon began to shake as she felt her orgasm building.
Unlike her previous three, she felt more adrenaline and pleasure throughout her body as it built. Jon knew he was close as well and was thinking how he wanted to be sure he came in her and on her. He felt Shannon's muscles inside her pussy squeezing his cock. Her red hair wet from sweat and the smell of sex filling his office, Jon eyed his prize. He had wanted her tight body for years and it was now his. As Jon thrusted in and out of Shannon, he felt the ache in his balls as they slapped her body with each thrust. "Oh, fuck me, fuck me," Shannon moaned.
Jon fucked her harder feeling her pussy stretch more as her ass bounced off his pelvis. The thrust hard and violent as Shannon's screamed, "I'm cumming." Shannon's body shook and she collapsed on the deck.
Her body spasming as her fourth orgasm took over, she could no longer muster strength to hold herself up. Cum still stuck to her face from when Jon shot his load on her before. Her orgasm went longer then normal. Jon showed no relent on her swollen pussy as he called her a slut mom. He called her a whore who did this for her money. The words hurt Shannon and yet the cock inside her pleasured her. She felt Jon slap her ass very hard one last time as he thrust in her and exploded. She felt three large ropes of cum warm her insides. As the third thrust projected out of Jon into her, she felt his cock withdraw from her pussy. She immediately felt the hot cum that had hit her face earlier hit her hair and back of her dress and finally her ass. She was surprised at how much cum Jon shot considering he already painted her face and shot ropes inside.
As Jon's cock emptied its last remaining drops he rested his cock on Shannon's ass crack for a moment, before moving her G string back into place and pulling her dress down over her ass. Shannon felt the sweater material of her dress press against the cum on her ass. No ability to clean up before she went home. Jon slid his pants back up and tucked his shirt in as Shannon lay over his desk catching her breath.
Shannon saw out of the corner of her eye, Jon's mouse move on the computer as the evaluation moved to the recycle bin. She saw a new document appear as Jon seemed to upload it into the submission area. "Here is your real eval Shannon," Jon laid a printed copy next to her. "For someone I thought was smart, you sure believed that bull shit that you were not getting your bonus,"
The words pierced Shannon. She had done nothing wrong and yet believed and agreed to fuck her boss. How could she be so gullible, she wondered.
Jon threw down some Kleenex as Shannon grabbed it and wiped the cum off of her face. "Just think Shannon, at least if you were fired, you learned today being a whore is something you are capable of. Afterall, this fuck is giving you your $25,000 bonus."
Shame overcame Shannon. She knew Jon was right. She chose money over honesty and her morale's. "I am finished with you for the day Shannon, go home and tell your hubby about the bonus you got. I doubt he will want to hear how you got four orgasms but the 25 grand might interest him."
Shannon walked out of Jon's office in tears. She betrayed her husband and enjoyed it. She chose money over integrity and allowed herself to enjoy it. She gathered her stuff and quickly left the building. Cum dripping out of her pussy and on to her legs cum stuck to her sweater dress and ass. As she got to her car, she felt her phone vibrate and noticed a text from Jon.
"I suggest you not fuck your husband tonight. If I sense that you do, he will see this on his phone tomorrow," the text read. Next popped over a video. A profile of Shannon on her knees in front of Jon saying, "I have been wanting to fuck you since the day I first got here sir, and now it's time." The video cut to Jon's cock popping in front of Shannon's face as she jumped and yelped, "Holy Shit." A fast clip of Shannon bobbing on Jon's cock, cut to her taking a facial, to his cock fucking her to his cum show on her ass. Shannon felt sick. He taped it. Yet she felt her pussy tingle as her body betrayed her with excitement. A caption appeared on the screen. "Merry Christmas, Ho Ho Ho." |
19,493 | Yearly Exam | VenusButterflies | NonConsent/Reluctance | 2012-10-15 | 2012-11-19 | 2022-01-01 15:46:31 | 7 | literotica.com | https://www.literotica.com/s/yearly-exam | 1. I'm late to my appt. My doctor gives me special treatment. 2. Dr. Matheson calls me in and uses me roughly. 3. The doctors use me as the subject for their meeting. 4. I serve some friends of Kelly's. Later, I am humiliated. 5. Mark uses me; I get punished for lateness; My boss finds out. 6. Mark visits the office. We discover how much I'm worth. 7. I am driven to accept that I am a filthy, cum-hungry slut. | ['Creampie', 'Doctor', 'Forced', 'Nurse', 'Ob/Gyn', 'Pussy Eating', 'Squirting', 'Threesome'] | 4.38 | I was late, the office would close soon. I rushed through the crowds of people on the sidewalk, weaving in and out, my high-heeled knee high boots sounding my urgent approach to those who were strolling as if this were country road and not a city.
I was late because I had shaved at the last minute. I hated spreading my legs to a gynecologist to reveal a forest of untamed hair. But aside from this, I'd had no reason to shave in months. I hadn't had sex in months.
I finally made it to the office, through the doors and to the elevator bank. Dr. Irene Matheson was on the 12th floor, the elevator was currently on the 19th, making its slow way down as it stopped at almost every floor. It seemed as though everyone in this office building got out of work at the same time.
I turned to look at myself in the mirrored wall. I straightened my black mini skirt and my red, button-down blouse, and bent over to tie the lace on my boot. I smoothed my long, dark curls and turned around.
The elevator bell rang and out flooded a slue of people. I waited patiently then strode inside and leaned against the wall as I made my way up.
I had called to inform them I'd be late and they said it was okay, but I also knew that doctors really hate to be kept past their business hours unless it's an emergency.
I walked into the office, a pretty, young blonde nurse sat behind the desk. "Lila?" she said as I approached, eyeing me up and down.
"Yes," I smiled.
"Dr. Andrews will see you. Dr. Matheson had to leave for the day."
"Oh...but Matheson is my regular doctor..."
"We can reschedule you for about three months from now."
"Aw, really?" Why was it that gynecologists were so hard to schedule appointments with? "I'll just go in now."
She got up and led me down a corridor, then down another corridor, to Dr. Andrews's office. She handed me a blue, papery sheet to wrap myself in. "Disrobe - including your shoes - and put this on. The doctor will be with you soon."
"Thank you."
I removed my clothes and my panties but kept my bra on. There was something about being completely naked at the doctor's office that made me uncomfortable, no matter how sterile it was. The doctor could just pull it down and do the exam that way, it always worked out fine.
I slid my arms through the holes of the sheet and tied it around my waist, then sat up on the cold examining table and waited.
And waited.
And waited.
I started getting nervous. What if they'd forgotten about me? I looked at the clock, it was 5:14. My appointment was originally for four. I swung my legs and inspected my nails, and then the door opened.
"Lila? I'm Dr. Andrews." He held out his hand to me and I shook it. Dr. Andrews was older, in his forties or fifties, and good-looking, with salt-and- pepper hair, brown eyes, and a fit body.
"Nice to meet you, doctor."
"I'm just going to ask you a few questions and then we'll begin."
"Okay."
"How old are you?"
"28."
"Sexually active?"
"Not anymore."
"When was the last time?"
"About five or six months ago. I was with my ex for about a year. We were monogamous."
He nodded. "Okay, lie down for me please and put your feet in the stirrups."
I laid down and stuck my feet in the cold metal stirrups. I kept my knees closed, waiting until it was absolutely necessary to open them.
He came to my side and undid the tie at my waist, smiling at me. "Don't be nervous, I know how awkward these examinations are. But I do them all the time."
"Thanks," I murmured.
"Why didn't you take your bra off?"
"Um...I don't know. I always feel uncomfortable with it off."
"Please remove it. I can't do an accurate breast exam with it on."
I frowned. Usually Matheson worked around it, and it was fine. I sat up and reached around to unhook it, but I wound up ripping the sheet around me as I did so.
"Damn," I said.
He chuckled. "It's okay. It's not like I won't be seeing you intimately." I smiled at that, and how ridiculous I was being, and slid my arms through the sheet and removed my bra, baring my 36 DD breasts. I didn't look at him, I couldn't. But he held out his hand for my bra and he placed it with the rest of my clothes. I put the sheet back on and left it open for the breast exam, then I laid back down on the cold table. My heart was pounding, my muscles were tense.
"Do you want me to call the nurse in here? Maybe you'll be more comfortable..."
"No, that's okay. Thank you."
"I'll get her, I think it will help you relax."
"Okay." Whatever. I just wanted to get this over with.
He left the room and came back a minute later with the nurse from the desk. "This is Kelly, by the way."
"Nice to meet you," I smiled at her. She smiled back at me warmly.
"Shy?" she asked.
"Oh, I guess a little." I blushed.
"Don't be." She put her hand on my shoulder as Dr. Andrews began pressing his fingers against my right breast, feeling around for lumps. He moved slowly, starting on the outside and working his way in, until he was almost pressing against my areola. As he moved his hand to the left breast, his thumb grazed my right nipple. It hardened. I looked at the ceiling, not wanting to watch. He felt around my left breast the same way, but since he was reaching over, his lab coat was grazing my nipples, making them harder. I looked at Kelly, she stood there smiling and watching.
"Okay, Lila. I need you to scoot down to the end of the table please."
I retied the gown around me and then used the stirrups for leverage as I slid down to the end, my vagina at the edge of the table. I drew my knees together again, waiting for him to prepare his instruments. He put his latex gloves on, and sat on the stool in front of me. My gown obstructed my view, I looked up at the ceiling, then glanced at Kelly, who had moved with me. She smiled again, then watched Dr. Andrews.
"Please spread your legs, Lila," he said, gently pushing my calves. I spread them, now fully exposed to Dr. Andrews. Kelly walked around to watch him as he worked.
I felt him insert something inside me, then pull it out.
"Kelly, will you...lube her up for me please?" He got off of the stool and let her sit down. What was this? That wasn't a nurse's job...
"Certainly, doctor." She pulled the stool close to me, I could feel her breath on my pussy.
"What-"
"Sh, it's okay. Kelly knows what she's doing," said Dr. Andrews as he watched her.
I felt her warm, wet tongue plunge into me, into my hole, and then she slid it up slowly, all the way up to my clit.
"Noo..." I moaned. "Please, can we just-" I tried to get up but Dr. Andrews swiftly pushed me back down and held me. "I can't! Don't do this to me, please!"
"But you made us stay late for you, Lila. Don't you feel bad for making us stay late?" said Dr. Andrew.
"No! I'm sorry, I didn't- Please, please don't do this to me..."
Kelly worked my pussy with her tongue, sucking my clit, my labia, licking the moisture from my open hole. I listened to the sound of her eating me, and felt my pussy get wetter and wetter. I whimpered and writhed, trying to move away. She wrapped her arms around my thighs and held me in place.
Dr. Andrews started circling my nipples with his fingers. He pinched them hard. "This is what we do to pretty patients who make us wait." He pulled my right nipple, stretching my breast out, and released it. Then he pulled my left nipple, stretched my breast out, and released it. He moved back and forth, my nipples couldn't have gotten any harder.
"I think she's ready, Dr. Andrews," said Kelly.
"Very good, Kelly." She got up off the stool and walked to me.
"You have a tasty cunt, slut."
I gasped.
"Don't be coy, your pussy is drenched. You're a slut."
"I'm not a slut, you bitch!"
She dealt me a slap across my face. My cheek stung, my eyes started to tear up.
I felt Dr. Andrew's gloved hands stroke my slick slit, then he inserted two fingers inside me and probed the walls of my vagina. "Hmm...tight. Very good."
Kelly started sucking at my nipples, and slapping my face. I yelped and moaned as Dr. Andrews pumped my pussy with his fingers. My pussy was betraying me. I felt my juices dripping down to my asshole as he fucked my cunt with his fingers.
"Get on top of her, Kelly," he ordered.
"With pleasure." She removed her skirt and straddled my face. "Eat it, slut!"
"No..." I sobbed. She leaned down and smacked me hard, then grabbed my throat. Tears stung my eyes.
"I said eat it, you little slut!" she shouted.
I whimpered and stuck my tongue out, and licked her lightly, tracing her pussy lips. She started moaning. I stopped.
"Don't make me tell you again," she warned, grabbing my throat again.
"Okay, okay," I sobbed.
I licked at her wet cunt, swirling my tongue around.
"Suck on my clit," she ordered. I pressed my lips around it and sucked, darting my tongue at it. I felt humiliated by the whole situation and yet I started enjoying her sweet and salty taste. I licked deeper, gathering the juice that was leaking from her hole onto my tongue and swallowing it, then feeding on her clit for more. I started moaning, my sounds muffled by her pussy, as Dr. Andrews pumped me hard with his fingers.
"How is she doing, Kelly?"
"Ungh! Excellent, doctor. I think she likes it." She looked down at me and smiled.
"Good, good. We're going to make good use of you, Lila." He slid another finger inside me and pressed my clit with his thumb. I moaned into Kelly's vagina as I ate. A feeling started welling up inside me, deep inside my pussy. I clamped my mouth onto Kelly's cunt and licked it hard as I came, squirting my juices out.
"We have a squirter!" he exclaimed. "Very nice!" I heard him unzip his pants, and then I felt something huge impale me. "You're going to like this very much, Lila. I have a nice, big, hard cock for you." He started fucking me, I clung to Kelly's thighs, holding her against me as my pussy was invaded.
"Mmm...eat that cunt bitch," she said. "You love eating cunt, don't you? Don't you?"
"Mmhmm!" I replied, my mouth full of her pussy
"Mm, she loves taking a nice big cock too," groaned the doctor. "Her juices are seeping out of her...feels so fucking good. We're gonna share you, Lila. We're gonna share you with our patients and our colleagues. How do you feel about that?"
What? No! I shook my head but Kelly shot me a deadly look. Then she cooed, "You're enjoying this so much, don't worry, we know you'll like it."
I moaned as Dr. Andrews thrusted himself in and out, stretching my tight pussy with his thick cock. I felt the feeling well up again...my pussy exploded, I felt my cum stream out of it.
"Oh, fuck yes," he said, pumping faster, extracting more cum.
Kelly started fucking my mouth with her pussy, sliding it up and down my tongue as I licked and sucked it all over. I probed her clit with my tongue and suckled it. She started cumming, I licked her hole, eating her cum, then slid my tongue back up to her clit for more, then ate more from her hole, and went back and forth until she was done.
"Mmm, such a good little cumslut," she moaned. She got off of me, my face was covered with her juice. "Let's see what's happening down here..." she said, walking to Dr. Andrews. "Hmm..." She reached out and started rubbing my clit as he fucked me. I watched her, she watched him, and he watched his dick go in and out of my vagina.
Kelly rubbed my clit hard and fast. My orgasm started building. "Oh! Oh! Oh God!" I yelled, and watched as my pussy juice squirted everywhere, showering them both.
"Mm I want some!" said Kelly. She bent down and the doctor pulled out. She put her face in my pussy and started eating it again. Dr. Andrews got behind her and slid his cock inside her.
"Oh! Dr. Andrews!" she exclaimed. She went back to devouring my pussy, her tongue lapping up my juices as she moaned while the doctor fucked her. "Mm...I want your cum, Lila. Give me your cum..." she moaned. She sucked hard on my clit and pumped my cunt with two of her fingers as the doctor slammed his dick into her. I came again, my cum gushing and streaming down to my asshole. The doctor made her get up and put her hands on the table. "Get over here, slut," he ordered me.
I walked over to them.
"Get on your knees and lick her pussy while I fuck her."
I got down on my knees, the floor wet with the cum that had squirted out of me. Kneeling in my own cum I pressed my tongue to Kelly's clit as the doctor pumped his cock inside her. I licked his shaft as he pulled out and up to her clit as he drove himself back in, alternating between the two. They grunted and moaned, Kelly's juices dripped out of her. "Suck my clit, bitch. I wanna cum all over the doctor's cock!" I sucked it hard, she started screaming as her cum squirted out of her and all over the doctor's cock and my face. The doctor started cumming. He slid out almost all the way, and filled in her hole with his thick, hot cum.
"You know what to do, you filthy slut," he said.
I did. I sucked and lapped his cum up from her cunt, eating every last drop.
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19,494 | The Yellow Dress | karaline | NonConsent/Reluctance | 2017-07-24 | 2017-08-03 | 2022-01-01 14:48:13 | 2 | literotica.com | https://www.literotica.com/s/the-yellow-dress-1 | 1. Kidnapped by the Italian mafia. 2. Salvo finds Beth again. | ['Hostage', 'Kidnap', 'Mafia', 'Mob', 'Non Con', 'Non-Con', 'Noncon'] | 4.56 | _Thank you to everyone who has helped with this story, there have been quite a few. DeathAndTaxes and Always_Yes have both looked over early drafts for me, their feedback has been invaluable. Extra special thanks goes to North200 for his patient and skillful editing. You should go and check out their work, its excellent._
Thank you for taking the time to read, feed back is most welcome.
Karaline
***
"It really suits you," Gerry tells beth emphatically.
"It's not my colour," says Beth, shaking her head.
"It is so your colour."
"I feel like a walking banana."
"Oh shut up. It looks amazing on you."
The dress is more of a primrose yellow than banana and however much Beth protests it really does suit her, but it is much brighter than she would normally wear. With its wide skirt, pinched waist and halterneck, it's beautiful, and a steal in the Selfrdge's sale. Gerry think it looks better on Beth than it does on her, she still has to convince Beth though. Usually Beth chooses to wear much more muted colours; greens browns blacks. Not yellow, never yellow.
The two women are in Rome on a weekend city break at Gerry's insistence. Beth can't really afford it but they are celebrating Gerry's new job. She has a teaching position in Bristol so she will be leaving the university and Beth has just completed her MA in Art History.
Gerry doesn't work in the art history department, she teaches sociology, but they had formed an unlikely bond, over a broken microwave. Where Gerry is loud, confident and charismatic, Beth is quiet, introverted and understated, but they have a similar sense of humour. With no way of heating their food, they had gone out for lunch and ended up drinking an inappropriate amount of red wine. Luckily for Beth she didn't have any meetings or classes after lunch. The same couldn't be said for Gerry.
And now here they are, in Rome. Beth has always wanted to come. She has a sneaking suspicion that's the real reason Gerry insisted, although she claimed she'd always wanted to see Rome too.
On their first night, they had found a quiet little restaurant, the food was simple but nice. The waiter was cute and it hadn't been too pricey.
This evening they want to have some serious fun. There is a drag bar in the old quarter of the city, according to last night's waiter. First they have to catch some museums and galleries, because if everything goes to plan they will both be sporting serious hangovers in the morning.
*
An hour later and they are waiting in line for the Palazzo Altemps to open and Beth has given into Gerry's nonstop pestering and is wearing The Dress. The sky is clear and blue and although the sunlight hasn't yet made it into the square directly, the day is already shaping up to be a scorcher. It is good that they got here early; there is already a queue of people waiting.
At first Beth feels a little self conscious, she is sure people are staring at her dress, but she soon forgets to notice. She has no idea what kind of trouble that dress is about to get her into.
A small van pulls up. The line of people turn at the sound of its screeching brakes. Three men tumble out, all armed with guns. Everyone gapes as the men scan the queue. No one has time to react, even if they were to consider facing down a group of armed men. Which most of them wouldn't.
Of course they go for Beth. In her sharply contrasting summer dress she stands out like a like a single dandelion in the middle of a patch of grass.
As they drag her backwards towards the van, the last thing she remembers is seeing Gerry's terrified face and then something strong smelling and acrid covers her mouth. She tries not to breath it in, but she doesn't last long. Fear has the upper hand and her instincts are telling her to breath through it. As she inhales, wooziness takes over and all the colour seeps away until everything is black.
*
_He hears gravel crunch and there are his men, bundling an unconscious body out of the van and in through the front door. It's a woman. Good. She is wearing yellow. Other than that all he can see is a tangle of tanned limbs and a mass of black hair. He goes downstairs and meets them as they carry her in through the front door. There is a man at each end; one has her arms, the other her legs._
"She is Italian?" he demands as soon as they are through the door. He'd sent them for a German or a British tourist.
"No boss, she is English, we heard her accent."
He looks the group over with narrowed eyes, but he doesn't speak.
"Shall we put her in the basement boss?"
Something gives him pause.
"No," he says, after a moment. "Put her in that room." He points across the hall.
Marco and Giovanni both stand, watching him, waiting for further explanation. They are supposed to be taking her down to the basement.
"Go now."
They do as they're told but when they think he isn't looking they share glances. He ignores them. When they're gone he slips into the room and studies her. She is still unconscious, sprawled out on the bed. Her skin is smooth and flawless. She's not his type, he prefers blondes.
He takes a step closer.
His eyes keep travelling back to a thin strip of white lace peeking out from beneath her dress. It contrasts strongly with both the yellow fabric of her dress and the olive tones of her skin. It's brilliant white -almost virginal - and he can't stop staring at it.
As he leaves he closes the door behind him and locks it. He can't think clearly. He needs to get away from from her and the effect she is having on him.
Why did he tell them to put her in the bedroom? She was supposed to go down to the basement when she arrived. He'd get them to move her. They would return to the original idea; keep her here over night as planned and then take her out to the forest near Calcata in the morning and finish her there.
He emerges from the bathroom to find the house deserted. He calls out, but there is silence. For a moment he is at a loss and then he remembers the match. Juventus are playing Roma. They'll be in the bar on the corner.
He could just leave her until they got back, get them to move her again. But it would be better to move her before she regains consciousness. He will have to do it. Once she is secure in the basement he can join the others. A cold beer would be most welcome. Swallowing, he goes back into the room.
*
When she comes to, she is on a bed, in a room she doesn't recognise. She gets to her feet. Her is head spinning and she feels queasy. Ignoring the urge to sink back down, she staggers to the door.
Locked. Another surge of nausea.
She looks around. There is another door. She rushes over and almost falls through it. On the other side there is a small bathroom. She reaches the toilet just in time. Her vomit is bitter. It has the unfamiliar taste of chemicals.
She gets to her feet more carefully this time. She still feels light headed but at least the nausea has gone. The small room is still empty, the door still closed. She walks back over to the bed and sinks down on the edge. She can see The Basilica from the window; it is a distance away, but it is there. It is comforting to know that she is still close enough to Rome to be able to see it.
She can't remember how she ended up in this room but she has a very bad feeling. And where is Gerry?
*
_She is awake. He halts midstep and studies her._
Her eyes, now that he can see them, are a most unusual colour. He steps forward, she shrinks back and he feels a frisson of arousal. They are light brown, lighter than he's ever seen, almost yellow in fact and ringed in green. They are too big for her face.
A feral hunger stirs inside him. He wants her. Badly. She has the look of a trapped animal; casting him in the role of the predator. She has worked out that this situation isn't good, and she is right.
He barks an order at her. "Stand up."
She blinks a few times, the doe-like eyes grow wider and even more apprehensive. She doesn't speak any Italian then. This is hard to believe, considering her colouring, but he tells her again, only in English this time. She is trembling, but slowly she gets to her feet. He can feel himself starting to get hard. He needs to get her out of here, before he does something stupid.
*
It is all coming back to her now, the guns, the van, the horrified looks on everyone's faces outside the gallery before they dragged her away. Before they drugged her.
"Non capisco, non capisco." It's one of the few Italian phrases she has learned. She is sure he is new, not one of the men from the square. They were younger. He oozes authority. She is sure she would have remembered him.
"Up." He says in reply.
It takes her a moment to work out what he wants, for her fogged, petrified brain to process the word, but she finally stands and straight away he grabs her. His fingers dig into her arm as pulls her from the room.
_This is it, he's going to kill me now._ She feels oddly peaceful about it, all things considered, there is no way to escape; his grip is too strong. She just has to let this happen.
After dragging her stumbling down a flight of wide stairs, they come to some narrower ones. He opens an old warped, wooden door and flings her into a small, damp smelling room. There are no windows and it's cold, but before she gets a decent look around, the door slams shut and everything descends into darkness.
She explores the room with her hands. Beneath her feet is dirt. The walls are made of stone. The air feels damp and cold. Is this some sort of dungeon? In the corner, up against the wall there is a rough wooden table, it's dusty and she feels what must be a vice at one end, heavy and metallic. The hairs on the back of her neck prickle as she finds the nuts that bolt it to the bench. She tries to undo them, but she cannot. Her fingers smell of rust.
With nowhere to sit or lie she spends as long as possible leaning against the wall opposite the door waiting for it to open, but eventually she sinks to the ground; still groggy from the drugs they've given her, she drifts, not quite awake, not quite asleep.
*
_Salvo goes into the kitchen and shuts the door. He wants her. He shouldn't but he does. He should leave, he should go to the bar and find the others._
He gets the Fernet Branca down from the shelf above the fridge and pours himself a healthy slug and downs it in one. He stands up, and, running a hand through his hair, he paces back and forth in the kitchen. He sits back down and pours himself another drink. What else can he do? She's seen their faces now.
Another few slugs of the Branca and before he knows it, he is doing what he said he wouldn't do. He is going to find her. It doesn't matter what he does. She is going to be dead soon anyway. He will fuck her, he will get her out of his system and then let his men deal with her.
*
It seems like hours have passed when Beth is startled awake. The door hits the inside wall with a wallop as it opens. She blinks a few times. The light from the stairway is dazzlingly bright, even with him almost filling the door frame. Shielding her eyes, she scrambles awkwardly to her feet. It is hard, she is stiff and cold but she feels less vulnerable standing. Somehow, even though she can't see his face, she knows it's him, but as he stalks towards her, something is off about him.
The penny drops as he gets closer. That's not brandy she can smell but it is a spirit of some sort. It's more bitter than brandy. It reminds her of absinthe, but sweeter.
She hasn't quite made it to her feet when he grunts another order. Again, she doesn't catch it.
"Huh?"
"Up," he says once again and, digging his fingers into her upper arm hard enough that it hurts, he lifts her to her feet.
He releases her and, with his arms braced on either side of her head, he studies her. His stare is unfocused and he is frowning as though he's forgotten why he is there.
She ducks under his arm and makes a dash for the door, but his reactions are quicker than she expects, given his apparent state of inebriation. He grabs before she has even manages to pass him. He swings her back to her place, slamming her against the wall.
Slowly, he reaches up with a large calloused hand and, grabbing her by the throat, he pins her to the wall. His grip tightens until she almost can't breathe. He moves closer. His jaw is clenched, his brow is furrowed into a scowl and despite the poor light, his steely grey eyes are terrifying. She can feel his breath against her skin. The stench of the alcohol he has drunk is all-pervading and, for a moment, they only watch each other.
He loosens his grip, her feet make better contact with the ground and she can breathe properly again. He's still watching her, but the fury in his eyes is retreating. It's being replaced by arousal.
Finally what's about to happen dawns, and the tears begin to fall at the inevitability of it all. _They don't need a common language for a transaction as old as this._
Leaning forward, he runs his tongue up her cheek and licks the tears away. The urge to reach up and wipe her face is almost overwhelming. It repulses her knowing it's not her tears but his saliva that's making her face damp, but she is too scared to move. He is caging her with his arms, watching her. Waiting to see what she will do, daring her to defy him. Her skin itches as it dries. but she doesn't give in to the urge to wipe it away. She doesn't dare give him an excuse for retribution.
Suddenly he grips her jaw and presses his lips against hers. The kiss that follows is not tender, it's not affectionate. It's rough and aggressive. He is taking what he wants. Then, as suddenly as it started, it stops and he laughs for the first time. The sound is like smooth steel cutting through silk and it sends a shiver down Beth's spine.
With a single sharp yank, Beth's pants are gone and she is naked beneath her dress.
He rests two of his fingers against her lips. Before she has time to resist him, he forces them into her mouth. The invasion shocks her and for a fleeting moment she has no idea why he would do such a thing.
Until reason dawns on her. He removes them again and slips his hand between them and under the dress. He curls around her pelvic bone and slides his wet fingers into her. He is plunging them in and out, pinning her hips against the wall, rubbing the heel of his hand against her pubis, against her clitoris. She tries to move away but she can't, he is pinning her in place.
Withdrawing his fingers, he spins her around and his hands encircle her waist. When a trail of gentle kisses begins across her exposed back, her knees turn to jelly and a confusing war of emotion and sensation kicks off in her mind.
She tries to turn around so she is facing him again, to escape from this onslaught of pleasure, but his grip on her waist tightens and she feels rather than hears the accompanying growl. So instead, she presses her hands against the wall and, bracing herself, she pushes back, but he doesn't budge. Instead, he grabs both wrists and holds her hands against the wall.
As he grinds his hips against hers she is awash with fear and terror, but even so the slow heat of arousal is quietly creeping up inside her. Something about being pinned against a wall by this man is messing with her mind in ways that are wholly unexpected.
She struggles harder still, and he laughs again. He braces her legs to the wall with his own so she can't kick and changes his hands so he is holding both her wrists with only one. She hears the click of his belt unbuckling, then the zip. It seems to take forever as she waits for the next stage.
Her head swims with the panic and she's crying unabashedly now, desperately sobbing.
"stop, please stop" she says, between shuddering breaths.
He releases her wrists and, although she lowers her arms a little, she continues to hold them over her head as she leans against the wall. There doesn't seem to be another suitable place to put them just now and she isn't going anywhere. He thrusts into her in one strong fluid movement while, with his other hand, he presses her against the cool stone by her throat.
She bites her lip , suppressing a cry in the nick of time. Thank goodness he can't see her face. Her head is spinning and she is quaking with terror but also trying to ignore the increasing feeling of need building in her. He pulls almost all the way out. Torturously slowly he pushes back into her, he is big, but thankfully the time he has taken to ensure she is lubricated means it doesn't hurt. She feels light headed, so she tries to breath more deeply.
He presses his chest into her back as he fills her with a grunt. The force of his thrusts lifts her onto her toes again. At the same time he slides a hand around her front and, finding her clitoris, he brushes it back and forth roughly. She squirms involuntarily at the unexpectedly pleasurable sensation. _Regardless of her fear, her body is reacting to him._
"Try to relax. It will be easier on you."
He is speaking through gritted teeth. His accent is thick, and he is still thrusting in and out of her, so it takes her a while to process the words. It doesn't make any sense: he is raping her and yet he is trying to make it less painful.
After a while he withdraws again and smoothly spins her around to face him. Lifting her, his hands beneath her thighs, he wraps her legs around his hips, and he's inside her again. When he has her where he wants her, he begins to move and she clings to him as he walks them across the small space and lowers her onto to the wooden work bench.
The bench smells of rust, and there is sawdust everywhere but none of that matters. What matters is he is inside her, filling her. His fingers are digging into her thighs as he grips her hips and thrusts into her. She hears him grunt every time he bottoms out. The thrusts get faster, more frenetic, less rhythmic. He reaches for the clitoris again; she grabs his wrist and tries to pull his hands away. It doesn't work, he doesn't budge an inch. He just scowls and her and his expression gives her reason to pause. Releasing his wrist and taking a breath, Beth turns her face towards the wall and squeezes her eyes shut.
Immediately he stills and says something she doesn't understand. When she just squeezes her eyes tighter he grabs her roughly by the jaw, turning her face back towards him. He says it again louder and her eyes fly open. His face is so much closer than she expects and his eyes are flashing like steel. She swallows but her mouth is so dry it hurts. He starts to move. Watching all the while as he does. Her eyes begin to fall closed again.
"Non." It's a growl.
She gets the message this time: _eyes on me_ -there is no escaping to some hidden little mental world.
After a moment he seems to relax again. "Good girl."
She's still crying, but not sobbing uncontrollably anymore. It's more of a steady stream of silent tears pouring down her cheeks. Her body has lubricated itself against him. This thing is just happening. It isn't painful. It isn't that unpleasant if she tries not to think about it, except she isn't allowed to close her eyes.
He is facing the door so she gets a proper look at him. He is stocky, with a presence that makes him seem all together taller than he is. He's wearing a dark coloured t-shirt that has seen better days, it has an Everlast logo across the front. His hair is cropped very close to his head. As he fucks her, the steely grey eyes watch her as though he can see in to her soul, read every one of her dreams and fears. The contrast of the thick dark eyebrows and lashes and his mediterranean complexion make them even more striking. There is a few days of growth on his face and a scar dissects his right eyebrow, lending him an even more intimidating look.
He isn't handsome in any classical sense of the word, but there is something terrifying and mesmerising about those eyes and the way they watch her.
Although the thrusting is hard and unrelenting, it doesn't hurt, he has seen to that. Every time he reaches his deepest, he hits her pelvic bone, and presses against her clitoris. He tries to pull the dress away from her chest but he doesn't succeed. She is frightened he is going to rip it off her like he did her pants. she doesn't want to be left without any clothes to cover her, but he doesn't. Instead he grabs her hands and pinning them over her head, he buries his head in her neck.
Being free from his stare is a blessed relief. But he is fucking her relentlessly now and as the tempo and intensity increases it is impossible to zone out.
Despite her best efforts to disengage, there is a heat building in her groin as his pelvis grinds again hers.
She feels him tense and the horror of what is about to happen dawns on her. he throws his head back and with a final grunt he climaxes, in deep brutal stabs, the cords in his neck straining as he filled her womb with his seed. He collapses on top of her. She lies underneath him, coated in his sweat, listening to him breath and she wonders what is going to happen now.
Eventually he pulls out of her and lifting her off the bench and lowers her to the ground, standing her on her feet up in front of him. He is still breathing heavily. Vaguely she is aware that her back and arms are coated with stuff that her damp skin must have picked up from the work bench. He pulls his trousers up and redoes the buckle. Then he turns his attention to her. He smooths down her hair and presses his lips against her forehead. Then he leaves. She stands frozen in the centre of the basement as she watches him go. The door closes and she is plunged back in to the darkness.
Slowly, the evidence of his actions dribbles down the inside of her leg. She wants it to stop, but she doesn't want to touch it with her hands. She slides down the wall and lies down. It doesn't help, she can still feel it, sticky and warm. She uses her skirt to wipe it away. Now he has gone and she is alone again. Shame is wrapping itself around her like a hungry snake, threatening to suffocate her. It's not long before tiredness overtakes her and she curls up and waits for sleep to come.
*
_As Salvo staggers back up the stairs, a wave of fatigue washes over him. He goes into the room she was in earlier and lies down. He can smell her on the sheets. He means to sleep; he should be tired after the amount he has drunk and the sex, but he isn't. He stares at the ceiling. He should take himself away from all this temptation, go back to his own place. But he wants to go back and get her, not to do that again, not to do anything to her, but be near her, to touch her, to explore her body and examine her in normal light. He wants to make sure she was okay, to comfort her. To take her into this bed and hold her._
She is so small and fragile. He liked it earlier when he could feel her trembling, he liked it when she was crying. There is something about her fear that he finds impossible to resist.
He goes back to the kitchen and drinks more Branca. Where is everyone else? Why is he alone in the house with this temptation?
Before he knows what has happened he's back at the bottom of the stairs, standing outside the basement door. He hesitates for a moment, and then he throws it open.
For a moment he can't see her. But then he can. She was no longer waiting opposite the door, she had crawled as far away as possible. Curled up in the corner behind the work bench. But she has seen him, the light reflects in her eyes.
*
For a moment she is disorientated, but it doesn't take long to locate the change. It isn't pitch black any more, there is light spilling in from across the room. And he is back, she can see him, looming over her. Filling the doorway. He is so big. She doesn't get up this time, her fear is too paralysing.
She has no idea how much time he's been gone or whether she has even been conscious for all of it, but as he slides his hands underneath her and hoists her into his arms, she notices her limbs have grown stiff. He carries her out of the cellar; she is surprised at his strength. It seems to take very little effort, but she can smell alcohol on him, stronger than before. She clings to his shirt. She tries to work out what he is doing and why as he carries her back up the steep flight of narrow steps. The staircase seems to tremble with every footfall. He sways as he makes the climb and she worries that he might fall.
As they emerge into the hallway she squeezes her eyes closed and presses her face against his chest. She should be looking around, cataloguing her surroundings, planning her escape, but she's been in the dark for too long.
He puts her down prostrate on the bed and somehow without needing to look, she knows she is back in the same room. She lies absolutely still, with her eyes squeezed closed, fists clenched by her sides. She doesn't think for a moment he actually believes she is asleep. Anyone with half a brain would know she is wide awake. She is trembling uncontrollably for starters. But she is too frightened to open her eyes and meet his gaze, too terrified to move. So instead she lies still and waits.
He undoes the buttons down the front of her dress. Starting at the top and working his way down.
Her senses are in overdrive. Wherever his fingers brush, goosebumps erupt. His still-laboured breathing is deafening through her self-imposed darkness. As he leans over her, reaching his hands behind her neck to untie the knotted fabric holding the halter neck in place, she can feel his breath against her throat, smell the bitter aroma of that unfamiliar spirit and, behind that, the musky woody smell of what must be his cologne. Finally, when he's finished with the buttons, he drags the dress roughly out from underneath her and she is naked. Her nipples pucker in the cool night air. She can't hear him breathing anymore; there is only silence.
She waits for something more to happen and when it doesn't she wonders if he's gone again. She hasn't heard him leave. Unaware that she is still clenching her fists, she carefully opens her eyes.
He is sitting on the edge of the bed watching her. He doesn't look angry but his gaze is hard and uncompromising as it travels across her body. She is amazed that she needed to open her eyes, that she couldn't just feel his presence. As she meets his stare her instinct is telling her to run away. To try to escape. To stop lying here. Naked. Vulnerable. Close enough for him to touch. She wants to move her arms and cover her bare chest at least.
But her mind is telling her something else. 'Keep still,' it whispers. He reminds her of a predator and she knows that sometimes it is better not to run from predators. The chase excites them.
"Your name?" he asks.
"Beth." She barely whispers.
She half expects him to order her to say it again louder but he only nods and replies. "Salvo."
He stands and walks around the bed, and she follows him with her eyes. Her heartbeat accelerates with every step he takes. She realises with a jolt that he is wearing only his boxers. She had been so wrapped up with her own state of undress she hadn't noticed. She can't make out much in the dim light but he is big. He has the kind of physique that makes it hard to see were his neck begins and his head ends. He has tattoos, and scar on his chest that looks like it was made by a bullet. He lies down next to her and leaning across her he switches the lamp off; plunging the room into darkness.
Dragging a sheet over them both, he pulls her into his embrace, pressing his chest against her back. He wraps both his arms around her and drapes one of his legs over hers. He is heavy and he is holding her so tightly she can't move an inch.
"Domire," he grunts against her hair.
She looks around, as her eyes slowly adjust to the darkness. She can make out the edges of the furniture in the room. She tries to calm her own breathing without much success, but at least the trembling is starting to recede.
This is better surely? A mattress, soft, with sheets. The man behind her doesn't seem to want to kill her just yet, and there will be more opportunity to escape.
But she yearns for the solitude of the basement. She wants to be away from this monster, filled with darkness and rage. She wants to be away from the feelings he stirs in her.
*
The pain is the first thing Beth is aware of when she wakes up. She stumbles forward, her feet trying to keep up, as it radiates across her scalp. Tears are falling unchecked down her face, she raises her hands to her head, but it doesn't help. It will hurt less if she can only keep up.
She'd thought she'd reached the limits of her capacity for fear but no, everything else is child's play in comparison to this. She is certain that if she'd eaten or drunk anything in the preceding twenty-four hours it would be exiting her body now in one way or another. The fear would have rendered her incapable of movement, except she doesn't have any choice in the matter. As she staggers forward, the pain and shock is blinding her.
Suddenly, things all seem to change all at once. The room darkens as a figure fills the doorway. She can't see who. There is a shout, and whoever is holding her hair releases it. She falls to the ground, landing heavily on her hands and knees. She has no idea what he's saying but it's Salvo. He's back. She is dizzy with relief.
She tries to scramble to her feet, but he is there, lifting her, his hands under her arms. He rests her gently back on her feet. He brushes her hair, which is sticking to her tear soaked face, aside. It is a strange and familiar thing to do. She has an inappropriate surge of gratitude, that he is here, that he is protecting her from this greater threat. Over his shoulder the other man is staring at her with fury. She feels like she might have seen his face before but her memory of him is foggy. She wants to cling to Salvo and beg him not leave her alone again. Instead she bites the inside of her mouth.
She sways as he releases her, but he doesn't notice, he has turned his attention to her attacker already. Chests thrust forward they circle each other. The other man is younger and taller, but somehow Salvo has more presence, he is broader, a small mountain of a man.
An avalanche of words tumble from his mouth, rage suffusing every one. Beth is shaking, despite not understanding what he saying, despite not being the focus of this rage. The two remind her of a pair of wild animals fighting for supremacy.
More men arrive to watch. They file silently into the room, giving her the most cursory glance before their attention is fixed on Salvo and his foe.
Suddenly self-conscious she looks around. There is a chair with a throw on it near the window. Sighing, she moves towards it, reaches for the throw and wraps it around her. No one appears to have noticed, they seem completely engrossed in this war these two men are having.
She inches around the room towards the open door. Moving around the outside of the circle of the crowd, slow steady movements. She is dizzy with fear, her heart is beating like a trapped bird against her chest and her scalp stings; bringing a sharp edge to it all, giving her the clarity she needs. This is a crazy plan. She doesn't know what will they do when they notice her. But she has to try, however slight the chances of escape she has to risk it.
She's about to reach the door when she feels a hand come to rest on her shoulder. Tentatively she turns in the direction of the hand and looks behind her.
The hand belongs to a big man. He has a shaved head and a tattoo on his neck. She recognizes the colour of his eyes - they are the same greyish-blue as Salvo's but that's where the resemblance ends. Salvo's eyes are filled with a passion, anger or maybe lust. She isn't sure what they were full of but they are full. This man's eyes are empty.
He takes his hand off her shoulder and folds his arms in front of his chest. She tries again to read his expression. There is no anger, or lust. There's no pity. In fact there is no discernible emotion at all in his gaze. He's just letting her know he can see her, that he knows what she was planning. She looks away, swallowing nervously and her throat is drier than the Sahara on a hot day.
And then before she'd really figured out the rules the fight seems to be over and Salvo has won. The other guy storms out shouting something she can't decipher.
In a few strides he is in front of her again, grabbing her face, his kiss is rough but tender.
"Stai bene?"
She frowns and nods slowly.
And then as quickly as he emerged that gentle man has gone. He grabs her face gripping her jaw, his eyes narrow.
"I have to go downstairs for a while. When I return, I am going to make you come with my mouth."
His voice is low and quiet and his accent is so thick she can hardly make out what he's saying, but he speaks more English than she had originally thought. Her legs maybe about to give way, as a new kind of fear cuts through her. She looks passed him, to see if the others are listening, but the room is emptying, the last of them are disappearing out of the door. He turns her head to the side and slowly drags his lips along her neck. She shivers in response and bites her lip to suppress the moan fighting its way out.
And he's gone.
The door slams and there is more shouting from right outside. She sinks back onto the bed, clutching the blanket to her chest. She's thirsty, she's tired, she's hungry, her head hurts like hell and crazy men who she cannot understand have kidnapped her.
She doesn't even try the door to see if its locked, she doesn't want to go out there, not now she knows how many of them there are. She feels like she has transcended her fear -all she wants to do is fall into a blissful numbing sleep and wake, like Dorothy, to find herself at home. Her hands snake up to her scalp and press. It hurts. Her hair is tangled and matted. She must look a mess, but perhaps that's not such a bad thing.
She leans over, until she's lying on her side. She pulls her knees up against her chin and waits. The shouting stops. There is a few fleeting moments of calm and he's back.
She jumps of the bed, still clutching the throw to her chest, and scrambles as far from him and the doorway as she can get. She's trembling uncontrollably, trying to still herself, trying to think of a way out of this, trying to work out what to do but her head is swimming.
He closes the distance between them in big strides
"Lie back down on the bed." His voice is a honey trap, seductive and terrifying in equal measure.
'Please,' she whispers, shaking her head. The tears are falling again.
He is so close now she could touch him if she reached forward.
"Lie down on the bed," he enunciates every word with barely contained fury.
"No." She backs into the wall, but he follows.
Clutching the wrap against her front, she presses her self into the corner, there is no where else to go. He studies her, eyes trailing up and down her body.
He takes a step towards her and presses his face into her neck "I want to taste you," he says, against her throat. Both his hands snake around her waist and he pushes himself against her.
She panics. No. No he wouldn't do that, anything but that.
She throws her weight against him and catches him off guard. He stumbles back and she runs for it, leaping over the bed. For now the threat of what is in the room is greater than the threat outside. She grasps the handle but she doesn't quite open it by the time he reaches her. He spins her around and slams her against the door, pinning her arms above her head. The wrap has gone.
"Mia piccola trigretta." He is laughing as he presses his face into her breasts.
*
_Seeing her cowering in against the door, there are all sorts of jumbled emotions running through him. Why isn't she doing what she is told? He's saved her from that brute Marco. He is the only reason she isn't already dead. His men are angry with him. Questioning his authority. Questioning his strength because he has chosen to protect this girl, to divert from the plan. She should be grateful._
He wants to do things to her. He doesn't want to hurt her. He wants to make her feel good. He wants to dominate her, to assert his power over her, to watch her tremble beneath him, to have her beg for his mercy. But he doesn't want to hurt her.
Her face is red and damp with tears. She has no idea how much her fear turns him on.
*
He releases her again and steps back. His fists are clenched. "Lie down on the bed."
She looks past him into the room. If she looks at his face she might lose her nerve. She doesn't move.
"Go and lie down on the bed." He says through gritted teeth.
She sits, perching on the edge. Reaching for the throw, she presses it to her chest in attempt to cover her body, protect herself from him. He grabs it and yanks it aside. Its there and then its gone, she's naked.
He smiles, it's almost a grimace. It has the effect of pulling the flesh on his face tighter across the scar on his eyebrow, it stands out more, even whiter against his dark brows. She is staring. He doesn't seem to care.
"Lie back."
She does as she is told. She lies back, propped up on her elbows. grabbing both ankles, he pulls her legs apart, her instinct is to clamp them shut again but at the look in his eyes she checks herself. He sits back and examines her.
Unable to face him any longer she lies back and looks at the ceiling. A torturously long time has passed when she feels the heat of his breath on her.
When his tongue finally meets her flesh, she bucks from the intensity. Gently, gently it travels along her opening, from the base to the top, stopping just beneath her clitoris and starting from the bottom again. It is torture, pleasurable torture. She fights, desperately to control herself. She wants to grab his head and push him into her crotch but she can't, she mustn't. Her fists are clenched so hard her nails bite into her palms. Her mouth is clamped shut; so determined is she not to make a single sound.
He stops and sits up and for a moment they simply watch each other. It's another battle of wills. When he begins again, it isn't teasing anymore. He's unstoppable, as he licks and bites, all his focus on her clitoris.
Pressing on his head, she tries to force his face away. He grabs both her wrists and pins them down by her sides. She struggles to free them to no avail. He uses this new grip to pull her more firmly against his face.
Finally breaking her silence. She is saying no, over and over. Begging, pleading, until the word loses all meaning. Until it's just a sound she's making as the frenzied sensations he's unleashing inside her build and build.
Releasing her wrists, Salvo slowly slides two fingers into her core. She cries out as her hips arch off the bed. This penetration, here in this room, so careful and considered, feels like so much more of a violation than last nights fuck against a basement wall. And over the edge she tips. She is ashamed when she comes, moaning and squirming, she tries to fight it, but ultimately she fails.
She is still recovering when he sits up. He's still between her legs so she can't draw them closed. As he watches her face, he begins to unbutton his shirt. She is quaking as he pulls off his vest. She's not sure why. Things can't get any worse surely? Nothing can be more humiliating than climaxing at the hands of your rapist?
When the vest has gone, he starts on his belt and a new wave of terror sweeps over her. She sits up, and scrambles back so she is pressed against the headboard. She doesn't want to be underneath him anymore, to have him towering over her. But it doesn't help. She is still cowering and he is simply watching her with a half amused expression on his face as he continues to remove his clothes.
His gaze drops. He is looking at her breasts. She follows his eyes. Her chest is rising and falling as her breath comes in quick shallow gasps
"Get onto your hands and knees," he says, in a tone that brooks no dissent.
"I need to use the toilet," she replies, desperate to delay the inevitable.
He glares at her and she cannot hold his stare this time, but she does need to pee. She's not sure why she didn't earlier. Perhaps now that she's had release her body has relaxed even if her mind hasn't.
"It's there." He pulls away from her while he gestures dismissively to a door across the room. She stands and is hit by a wave of vertigo. She staggers but he is there to catch her. She half-walks, he half carries her to the bathroom. He lowers her down onto the toilet and continues to hold her while she pees. She squeezes her eyes shut and leans back, away from him. She feels so humiliated, this is almost more humiliating than anything else that has happened up until now. A final frontier that has been breached.
After she's finished he walks her back to the bed and gently lowers her down onto the mattress.
He crouches in front of her examining her face. "You are hungry."
It doesn't sound like a question, but she nods all the same. She can't meet his eyes. Yes, she is hungry and thirsty so much so that she's started feeling light headed. She skipped breakfast yesterday morning before the gallery. Without speaking again he stands, pulls on his trousers and walks, bare chested out the door. She watches him go, studying the vast expanse of his back. He is wearing a holster, like the ones in American cop shows, it must contain a gun. She is less frightened by this than she expected she would be. She must have reached her full capacity for terror already. As he closes the door she heaves out a sigh, at least she has put off the inevitable for a while longer.
*
_He wanders into the kitchen, no idea what to feed her, they don't eat here much. There is a basket of peaches sitting on the side, he is sure they weren't there earlier, Padre must have brought them from Nonna's garden. He picks one up and holds it in his fist. It is still warm._
He fetches the tray and then looks in the fridge. There is ham and cheese and a bottle of water. He fills a plate and throws it on the tray with the bottle and a glass. He is keen to get back to her, to get on with it. He wants to be inside her again. He thought he might explode when he saw her come.
*
She sits and waits, he might not have locked the door but she dare not check, she is too terrified of what she might find outside the room, terrified that someone else might come back. Instead she pulls his shirt on, it smells of him and of the spirit that he'd drunk last night. It's an intimate thing to do. But the need to cover up feels greater than the need to keep these things apart from her.
He is back, carrying a tray. She can tell by his expression that he doesn't like that she is clothed now but he doesn't mention it. He rests the tray on the small table beside the bed and she notices the simple beauty of the meal. There is young white cheese and peaches, cured ham and bread. The flip top stopper bottle filled with cold water, a smaller carafe filled with a brownish liquid, the charming old tray, so pretty, so Italian. It's absurd, but this is the sort of authentic Italian experience that would be very welcome in any other context. It's straight out of the guide book lying on the bedside table in her hotel. She wonders what Gerry is doing right now, she must be frantic.
She is dragged back into the moment when Salvo hands her a glass of water. Its so cold, and she is so thirsty. As she gulps it down, he rests his hand on her arm, "Slow down."
The contact makes her start. She puts the glass down and reaches for a peach, but Salvo gets there first, snatching it out of her reach he produces a knife and cuts it into four pieces,
He is horribly efficient with that knife, it could be an extension of his hand. He lifts a peach to her lips. Another intrusion, another boundary crossed. This is not anything like him taking her to the toilet but it's still starting to grate. She is losing herself. Stubbornly she presses her lips together in a firm impenetrable line. Her insides quail at the look he gives her. She opens her mouth quickly and he slips a piece of fruit in.
It is warm and soft and when she bites down the explosion of flavour and juice that bursts into her mouth is wholly unexpected. She has to close and swallow quickly to make sure the juices don't dribble down her chin. She is hungry, ravenous in fact and food always tastes better when you're in that state, but this peach, it's like nothing she has ever tasted. When she opens them again he is watching her and his eyes are filled with a greedy, smug expression.
"They're from my grandmother's garden, still warm from the sun."
_This monster has a grandmother?_
She finds that hard to imagine. Suddenly he seems far more human that he had previously. She isn't sure if she finds this realisation comforting or just more terrifying.
He places a second piece in her mouth, the taste less unexpected, still delicious but she is able to school her features better this time. Next comes the cheese, it's young and fresh, it's probably made with goat's milk. He pours himself a glass of the brownish liquid, the same smell as last night. He doesn't offer her any.
She is puzzled by him. He is cruel and rough and then gentle and caring by turns. More questions rush through her exhausted mind. Why were they arguing earlier? What is she doing here? What does he want with her?
When the food has gone and she has drunk some more water he stands and brushes down his trousers and starts to undress again. His manner is like one who is preparing to go back to work after a long lunch
"Off," he says, with a flick of his head. Her fingers stumble over the buttons of his shirt until he marches over and yanks it off instead
A mixture of fear, arousal and self-loathing whip through her. He doesn't even have to speak this time. He only has to give her a look and she obediently climbs back onto the bed. There doesn't seem much point in resisting, not after everything that has already happened.
"Turn over."
She does, climbing onto all fours and she waits, unseeing and feeling horribly exposed.
When she feels his thighs press against hers, her intention to be passive and compliant flees. She loses her nerve and tries to bolt across the bed. But this time he is expecting it. He grabs her ankle and yanks. Pulling her back against him, she falls flat onto her front. She tries to scramble forward again, but he has her tightly in his grip. He fingers dig into her hips, lifting them off the mattress. He is holding her against his crotch and she can feel his erection pressing against her.
She doesn't understand what he's saying but he's laughing. He grabs her hair, wrapping his hand and pulls her into an upright position, she yelps from the pain. Immediately he releases her again, with a curse and cups her breasts instead.
"I like it when you fight me mia piccola tigre," he growls against the skin on her throat. She whimpers without meaning to and an increasingly familiar sense of shame sweeps over her.
With a jolt she feels what must be the head of his cock brushing against her. His erection pushes against her and slides in easily. She is still wet from her earlier climax. From behind her he groans and starts to thrust. Her already tender knees rub against the mattress. She tries to scramble forward again, but he has her. He's holding her against him.
She clings to the sheets as he rides her, trying to keep herself upright. He is like a rutting animal in heat, grunting and growling as he fills her. His balls are slapping against her as he pounds into her with an urgency that leaves them both panting for breath. He is gripping her buttocks, his fingers digging into her thighs, and she is for the first time thankful for the size of her arse, for that protective layer of fat easing the bite.
It is too forceful for her to remain upright, she falls foward collapsing on her face. She is flat on the mattress. He follows, he is lying flat on her back, covering her body with his own. He slides a hand around her front and finds her clitoris. She thinks she might be about to come again until abruptly he withdraws and flips her over so she is lying on her back. He is kneeling above her. She feels the sudden absence of him pressed up against her. His face is flushed, his expression distant. He grips his erection in his fist and pumps, once twice and then he is emptying himself on her, ropes of his semen fly out of him and cover her, its all over her stomach and breasts. Standing up, he looks over her. She squeezes her eyes closed as revulsion rises up in her but his movements still. He says her name, it is only one word, one syllable but the message is clear. Her eyes fly open again. She looks up at his face to find him watching her. His grin is triumphant.
He stands and dresses, never once removing his gaze as he pulls his trousers back on and dons his shirt. A button is missing. She lies perfectly still, her hands besides her sides waiting, watching, preying for him to leave so she can go and wash all traces of him away.
Beyond the shower, the thought of being alone and unprotected in this place is both something she fears and yearns for in equal measure. Her mind turns to her surroundings. If she is alone she can try to get out of this room.
When he speaks its as though he can read her thoughts.
"You are mine mia tigrotta. Don't try to escape me. You will be sorry."
Their eyes meet, and she is trapped by his stare, that same feeling is back, the one where she feels like he can see into her soul. They watch each other for a while, until without another word he stands and walks out of the room, locking the door behind him.
The silence he leaves in his wake is deafening.
*
The shutters are locked and the room is dark. She hasn't seen The Basilica since that first day. Light shines in through the cracks that run across the top and the bottom so she knows if it is day or night, but she can't see out.
The days drift by, merging no doubt into weeks. She has no idea how long she has been here for. It occurs to her that she might have marked the days on a discreet corner of wall but its too late now, too much time has passed.
She would love to see the sky or breath the air. Occasionally she tries to prize the shutters open. It doesn't work.
Sometimes she hears the others but she never seems them. He is the only one she sees now.
*
He likes her to suck his cock. He wraps her hair in his fist and pumps her face. He always withdraws just before he comes and ejaculates on her. She frowns at it, as it glistens on her chest.
"I like to mark you little tiger, it reminds you of who you belong to."
She wonders again if he can read her mind.
*
She has lost weight. When she looks in the mirror her eyes seem too large in her head. Her hips jut out. Her ribs are visible. There is a gap between her thighs, even when she stands with her feet together. She laughs as she remembers how much she used to yearn for a thigh gap. She read an article about them in Cosmo on the plane on the way over.
The life she previously knew seems like a distant memory now.
*
Sometimes he leaves her for the entire day. He staggers in drunk and falls into bed next to her, his arms wrapped around her, holding her in a vice-like grip. The following morning he is always be gone; the room locked behind him. Against her better instincts she revels in this contact. In his warmth. In this deluded feeling of protection. She is alone for so much of the time she yearns for contact, welcoming it even from her jailer.
*
Sometimes she doesn't see him for days at a time. She is bored and hungry. So hungry. It doesn't seem to occur to him that she needs to eat when he is not there to feed her.
She is getting good at being hungry, the familiar feeling of light headedness is becoming easier to ignore. She plays little games in her head. Counting the cracks on the ceiling, or the knots in the floor boards. Listening to the bathroom tap drip. At first she did sit ups and press ups, so if she ever did get out of here she would have the strength to run. But she feels too dizzy and weak whenever she tries to exert herself now.
*
At other times he seems to remember that she needs food and he brings feasts. Always delicious, always home made, always Italian. He insists on feeding her with his hand, while she sits on her knees at his feet. He never eats with her. He only drinks.
And then it begins. The sex. It goes on for hours. He pleasures her with his cock. With his tongue. With his hands. Taking her to the edge. Stopping at the final precipice, until she is a quivering, shuddering mess. Until she is soaking wet, sticky with both of their juices and their sweat, tangled up in the bed sheets, her hair stuck to her face. Until she's forgotten who she is and where she is and how she came to be here.
He orders her to beg him to let her come and at first she refuses, but she always capitulates eventually. Sometimes he brings her to completion and it is glorious. But often, even after he has made her beg he doesn't. He just carries on teasing her, laughing as he brings her close, never quite letting her come.
This big brutal man with his big hands and his cold eyes seems to know just how to play her body, better than she does herself. He can make her ache in places she didn't know existed. She has strained muscles that she didn't know she had. Experienced sensations she never thought possible and yet still he wants more, he wants to push her further.
She wants to hate him. She really does but he is both her jailer and her saviour. The man who traps her but also protects her. The one who starves her but feeds her too. He can make her feel things she didn't know she could feel.
And there is the constant barrage of taunts, threats, mind games, humiliation, control. She hates him more than life itself but she craves his touch when he isn't there. She craves his presence. He is her only human contact.
*
_The girl is like an addiction, a drug. He is obsessed with her, she dominates his thoughts, his feelings. Sometimes he tries not to see her, he tries to stay away but he can't, less than twenty-fours hours pass before he is beside himself. Itching to be inside her again. The men want to know what is going to happen, sometimes they ask and he gets angry and shouts. He is drinking more, eating less. Nonna is worried about him, Padre is worried about him. They ask him what is wrong but he can't talk to them about her. There is no solution, he cannot keep her, he cannot let her go, he will have to kill her, but at the mere thought of it he feels sick._
She has lost weight. He likes it, but he knows it's because he doesn't feed her enough. He should feed her more often. Although he likes her frail, and frightened. It turns him on and it's safer. But he likes the fight too, she hardly ever fights him now, he can see the fight fading in her a little more every time he sees her.
*
She isn't allowed to wear clothes, when he finds her in them he shouts and takes them. He never leaves his shirts in the room now but she keeps finding new ways of turning sheets into clothing. It makes him angry but she does it anyway. She has hidden the yellow dress. She carefully flattened it out and slid it under the wardrobe. She rarely takes it out, because she doesn't want him to have it. He seems to have forgotten about it. It's all she has that links her to her old life. Occasionally takes it out and looks at it when he is not there. She tries it on. It used to fit her perfectly. It's loose now.
*
She is sitting astride him. He is holding her up, balanced above his erection.
"Tell me you want me inside me."
"I want you inside me."
"Say it again, say my name."
"Salvo, I want you inside me."
As he lowers her down, impaling her with his cock his eyes fall closed, he has his hands around her waste gripping her tightly. His hands are so big and she has lost so much weight that he can almost encircle them entirely. When he opens them again there is an expression she has never seen before. He seems to like this new, frailer body of hers.
"You belong to me, say it."
"I am yours Salvo."
"Si. You are mine now. Forget your old life. If you leave me I will find you and I will kill you."
She nods her agreement, she knows the drill now. And the look in his eye when he says these things. She believes him.
He keeps bringing her close but he won't let her come, only if she begs and she will not beg. But its hard, how pathetic she is, to want something so badly from this man she so desperately wants to hate. Eventually she always gives in and begs, and when he leaves the shame rolls over her like a tsunami.
*
They have fucked in every part of this room now, in every conceivable position. This time they are both standing, he has her trapped against the wall in the corner. She is pressed, her chest and cheek against the wall. He is gripping her throat, she is finding it hard to breath.
"You belong to me and no one else, say it," She squeezes her eyes shut, refusing to comply this time. Refusing to give up this final part of herself. The fist tightens and her lungs start to scream their rebellion.
'Say it!" His voice is deafening and filled with rage.
She tries to speak but she can't reply he loosens his grip, he could see she wanted to comply,
Gulping gasps of breath."I belong to you Salvo, I am yours."
He grins, and then his face disappears as he buries it in her neck. He groans as he comes, his thrusts are sharp and deep and he slumps forward. She is struggling under the weight of him. It's unusual for him to come inside her, normally he enjoys ejaculating on her.
*
Sometimes there are quick visits, in the middle of the day. Barked orders.
"Get on your knees. Take me in your mouth. "
She complies without thinking as he unbuckles his belt. His cock springs out, already fully erect. She studies it, it's not so long but it's thick. He keeps clean, he always smells nice. Things could be worse she supposes. When nothing happens she looks up. He is watching her.
She jerks back just before it hits her in the face. He grabs her hair in his fists and presses her face against his cock.
"Take me."
She opens her mouth and he fills it. There is a quick series short sharp thrusts and he comes, still holding her head so she cannot pull away, so she is forced to swallow. Then he has gone.
He didn't bring her food this time. She is so hungry. She goes to the bathroom and drinks some more water from the tap. She has to get away from this place, from him. She will go mad, if he doesn't kill her first.
*
She is constantly terrified, but he gets complacent.
One day he comes to her when he is drunk, he smells the same as always of the same bitter spirit. He climbs into bed, climbs on top of her and thrusts into her, there is no preamble, no foreplay, he just fucks her.
After hardly any time, with a grunt and a final thrust he comes. He hasn't bothered to withdraw as he normally does so he can coat her skin with his semen. Instead he collapses on top of her and she lies trapped beneath him. Her skin is coated in his sweat. She lies beneath him and he grows heavier. His breathing is shallower. When he starts to snore, his cock is still wedged inside her.
She worries about pregnancy. He is comes in her more often than before. She hasn't had a period since she came here, but then she has lost an awful lot of weight.
She notices the door is ajar.
With a growl he rolls over. He is lying on his back. He is not attractive when he is asleep. He seems to have lost weight too, she is sure he was pudgier around the middle at first. He seems more toned now.
He is out cold, snoring loudly, she might as well have hit him over the head with the beside lamp. She slides gingerly out of the bed and takes her self off to the toilet.
When she returns he is still lying in the same position; flat on his back, his legs tangled up in the sheets. Her eyes dart to the door.
This won't end well if he catches her. He is certain to kill her. But she has to try. If she doesn't get away, he will forget about her for one day too long and she will die anyway.
She pulls the yellow dress out from where it is hidden under the wardrobe. She washed it in the sink. It still looks dirty, but it's all she has. Her underwear is long gone. Her shoes too.
She is shaking so hard she can barely pull it on. She tries to make herself stop, but she can't.
The house is silent, as she creeps through it. The front door is locked, the ground floor windows are all locked. She is too scared to force one, she might wake someone else up, someone who doesn't desire her enough to let her live.
Back upstairs, she considers just creeping back to the room and sliding back into bed with Salvo and pretending none of this happened. But there is an open door, across the hall. Cool, pale light from the full moon bathes the room. It appears to be empty and the door to the balcony is open.
Holding her breath she creeps in. The drop is long, but not as long as she feared. Climbing over the railing she hangs and drops into the courtyard. Her ankle twists as she lands and the crunch of the gravel seems inordinately loud.
The courtyard is perimetered by a high wall, too high to scale. The tree is too near the centre to be of any use. She should have been thinking more than one step ahead. What if she can't get out of this courtyard?
She stalks the wall until she reaches a gate. It is high but the gap beneath it is wide. She's not sure if she will fit but after pushing gravel out of the way she tries. When she scrambles to her feet on the other side she has grazed her chest on the gravel and there is a scrape on her back but she is through.
Its night, but the moon is bright. She gets moving, towards The Basilica; it's a familiar land mark that she knows is in the middle of Rome. The busier the place the safer she will be.
Looking behind her, she absently notices the building she's escaped from. It's a normal ramshackle town house. It blends in perfectly with the surroundings.
She has no shoes, her dress is in tatters. She runs as fast as she can until she has twisted and turned down enough of the narrow roads that she cannot see the house, she no longer knows where she is but she is still terrified of being caught.
She's too scared to knock on any doors, in case one of his cronies answers. She hides whenever she hears a vehicle approach. They say the mafia have myriad connections in their communities in Italy.
The places is mostly deserted anyway, this suburb is fast asleep.
She stops running and almost doubling over as she grips her knees and takes large gulping mouthfuls of air, her heart is bursting from her chest, her feet are throbbing, her ankle is sore and swollen and the graze on her back is stinging. She feels dizzy and light headed. Her lungs feel like they are going to explode. She can't seem to breath fast enough to keep up with her body's demand for oxygen. Hunger, weight loss and the lack of physical exercise are taking their toll.
*
_Salvo wakes with a start, something is very wrong. His head is hurting. He is in the room but she isn't there. He sits up the door is ajar, he came to her last night while he was drunk and he didn't lock them in._
He gets up and searches the house, it's not long before his calls wake the whole house, how long has it been, what time did she leave, she can't have got far. They are outside the sky is the predawn grey, there is a chill in the air, what is she wearing she must be cold. The idea of anyone seeing her naked apart from him has his blood pumping around his body feeling. He is charging up and down the narrow streets looking for her. They are all looking for her, but she is nowhere.
*
She looks around, she may have lost sight of the house but she can't see the Basilica now either, the buildings are too high, it's too built up still old but it feels more urban now, she is getting closer to the centre. But she has a bad feeling. Ignoring the pain in her feet and her chest she starts to move again.
_Which direction would she go in? Towards Rome? Most likely. The others keep combing the area in all directions but Salvo heads towards the centre._
She can hear them now, shouting, she can hear him, he is swearing. They are still a distance away, but they are gaining on her, she is sure they will find her. She is so frightened and so cold she is trembling. She needs to find somewhere to hide.
There are no gardens or detached houses, just big old apartment blocks that front right on to the cobbled streets. She comes to a narrow alley. On closer inspection it's a dead end. There are collection of bins against the far wall with more bags of rubbish heaped around them. Every cell in her body screams at her not to go down there, not to restrict herself in that way, but there is nowhere else. Their voices are getting more distinct, she needs to get out of sight.
Rodents scatter as she pulls the bin bags aside pushes herself in among the refuse, the smell turns her stomach as she pulls them over herself.
Their voices are very close. She daren't move but the smell is making her so nauseous she is certain she will give her location away. Carefully she slides her arm out and covers her mouth and nose. It's better.
When silence descends again she decides they must have finished looking nearby. She peeps out and her heart nearly stops. He's so close. He is standing with his back to her at the entrance of the ally. His fists are clenched and he is trembling. As he glares around him she catches sight of his profile there's a look of savage desolation on his face. She freezes, too scared to breath. She has never felt such terror, which is saying something -given the last few weeks.
She is turning his threats over and over in her mind, toying with the idea of emerging from her hiding place and giving herself back to him, throwing herself at his mercy and begging him to forgive her. She can hear them again, the others, they are further away. Suddenly one of them calls his name and he leaves. Finally the noise of them searching abates.
The birds are singing and people are starting to get ready for work when she finally pulls away the rubbish and continues making her way into the centre.
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19,495 | Yellow Fever | StealthBreeder | NonConsent/Reluctance | 2017-02-02 | 2017-02-22 | 2022-01-01 15:46:36 | 3 | literotica.com | https://www.literotica.com/s/yellow-fever-ch-01 | 1. A White intruder ambushes a vulnerable Asian girl. 2. The rapist returns for round 2. 3. New mother gets unorthodox revenge on her rapist. | ['Ambush', 'Asian', 'Impregnation', 'Non-Con', 'Non-Consent', 'Noncon', 'Raceplay', 'White', 'Yellow Fever'] | 4.44 | _TRIGGER WARNING: This story will definitely not be to everyone's tastes. The author does NOT in any way condone the actions or attitudes that occur in this story. If you are offended by stories featuring rape and/or raceplay, READ NO FURTHER._
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***
I hit the bed with a reverberating thud as he threw me down. Before I could get up, he pounced on me, landing between my legs and trying to grab hold of my wrists as I struggled beneath his imprisoning weight. As I slapped and scratched at him like a feral cat, he gave up trying to restrain me and went straight for my neck, squeezing the air out of my throat and with it, my will to resist.
"Good little gook." He growled with satisfaction.
What the fuck did he just call me?
"Just relax and submit to your white master."
The light in the room was dim, so I could scarcely see who was attacking me. But I could tell he was strong, really strong. On top of that, he was apparently a white guy with a bad case of yellow fever. And how the hell did he know I was Asian in the first place?
With one hand still firmly clasped around my throat, his other hand migrated downwards, taking his time caressing and fondling my breasts before move ever southward, across the fabric of my dress and down towards what he really wanted.
I knew, of course, what he ultimately wanted, but the realization only hit home when his hand slipped under the hem of my dress. I felt his cold fingers caress my inner thigh before sliding up to my panties. A shot of adrenaline flooded my heart as his fingers slipped between the fabric and the flesh it protected. His cool knuckles were wedged snuggly between my labia as he gripped my underwear in his clenched fist, savoring the power he had over me.
"Seems you're all wet down there," he noted. It was too dark to see, but I could almost imagine a smug grin on his face. "Chink pussy always gets wet for white cock."
Thank god there was hardly any light in the room, so he couldn't see me turn red with embarrassment. It was actually true. I could feel my own moistness seeping from between my engorged lips. My own womanhood was anticipating what was about to happen. With one violent motion, my attacker ripped away my panties.
I had never felt so vulnerable in my life. My legs were spread wide open and my sex was exposed, unbearably vulnerable to the coming violation. I heard my attacker fumble with himself, and there was just enough light for me to see his silhouette pull down his pants. He must have been wearing sweatpants to have pulled them down so silently, a detail I hardly noticed as he maneuvered into position. I tensed my muscles, bracing for what was about to come.
I felt the tip of his penis kiss my womanhood, and another shot of adrenaline flooded my heart, flowing throughout my bloodstream. Slowly, almost gently, he pushed inside. I gasped silently as he entered me, inch after inch squeezing into my vagina, stretching the walls wider than they had ever stretched before. He was huge. Long and thick. Would he even fit all the way inside?
Evidently yes, as I felt his nutsack come to rest against my butt. He didn't waste time on foreplay; as soon as he was all the way in, he began to thrust in and out like he owned what he fucked. His strokes were forceful and aggressive as he rocked his hips back and forth with practiced rhythm. Without meaning to, I squeaked each time he thrust inside, reacting without thought to the pain of his member rudely stretching my cunt.
"You're enjoying this, you little chink slut," he breathed with repulsive pleasure, accelerating his thrusts as he did so, "you like getting fucked by a white man's big cock, don't you?"
I sure as hell wasn't going to indulge this racist prick's self-aggrandizement with a response, but my body was finding it hard to disagree with him. I could feel butterflies in my belly, with a distinctly pleasurable feeling growing there, and my pussy was releasing copious amounts of juices, lubricating my tunnel and easing the rough back-and-forth passage of the fleshy intruder violating my sacred space.
After a while, I realized it wasn't just his thrusting inside me that was causing the involuntary pleasure. He was deliberately angling his thrusts in such a way that his pubic bone was rubbing against my clit. The growing pleasure in my crotch crept up on me just like he had, and by the time I realized that I was hurtling towards an orgasm, there was little I could do to stop it.
"God damn, that Asian pussycat is wet as fuck." My rapist gloated. "You're gonna make me blow my load soon; maybe even give you a nice hapa baby."
My attention snapped back at that last comment.
"Don't fucking cum in me, you son of a bitch!" I snapped, acutely aware that there wasn't much I could do to prevent him doing so.
That defiant outburst prompted a tightening of the fingers around my neck. I gasped for air as he choked me back into submission one-handed while at the same time somehow managing to sustain the increasingly rapid pace of his humping.
"Little gook's still got some spunk in her." He hissed directly into my ear. "You don't fucking get it, do you? You're a dirty, asian slut, and I'm your white god. Your. Sweet. Little. Cunt. Belongs. To. Me."
He punctuated each word with a thrust to emphasize the point, and my own body seemed to be agreeing with his assertion. My own pussy was aiding and abetting the male invader inside it, frantically lubricating the walls to ease his penis's assault against the gateway to my womb.
"Every Asian cunt is the rightful property of white men like me." My rapist continued his triumphant racist rant. "I'm gonna pump you full of white seed and fill your belly with a beautiful half-white baby. Then when you walk around with a belly swollen with a white man's brat, you'll be the envy of all the chink's in chinktown."
Did this fucking racist asshole have any idea what the fuck he was saying? Probably not. And it was too late for that to matter now. There was definitely an orgasm building up in my crotch and just beneath my belly. Not to mention he was clearly in the home stretch of his own buildup, judging by the frenzied fucking he was subjecting me to. There was nothing more I could do except lie there and surrender to the inevitable...
With one final thrust and a snarl of pleasure so wild he sounded like a rabid animal, my attacker buried his cock inside me all the way up to the hilt. I felt a powerful jet of warm liquid fill me as my rapist made good on his promise. I felt the tip of his cock twitch, shooting rope after sticky rope of thick white cum into my wet and willing pussy, defiling the depths of my womanhood, and in turn sending me over the edge.
The swelling balloon of arousal that had been building in my belly burst, an explosion of pleasure shot through me as I orgasmed in response to my own violation. I cried out in involuntary ecstasy as my cunt convulsed violently, milking the masculine member within me for every drop of semen it was worth, greedily sucking his seed up into my feminine depths.
It was done. I had been raped. My mind span and swirled before disappearing down a dark drain of numbness, unable to fully process what had just happened. My rapist simply lay there on top of me, too busy catching his breath even to spare a few words of gloating triumph. Just as well, I wasn't sure I could take any more.
At length, he withdrew his shrinking penis from me, pausing to wipe it clean on my naked thighs for good measure. Without another word, he pulled up his pants and showed himself out of my apartment, leaving me to pass out in the dark with his cum oozing from my snatch.
*
I was awake long before my alarm went off, but I duly waited for it to chime before silencing it. I climbed out of bed and checked my emails. A couple of github deadlines were looming, but I'd have those projects done long before they were due, and the commissions for each would more than tide me over.
A nerdy Asian who was good with computers; way to play down stereotypes. Then again, how many people thought a woman could code? Plus, I could work from home with my own hours and earn a hell of a lot of money doing it. Just as well...
Naked from head to toe, I stood up and examined myself in the vanity mirror. I had long, silky black hair with small dark eyes, reflecting my Chinese heritage. My breasts were reasonably plump and a sexy c-cup size. My waist and hips had a beautifully feminine, hourglass shape to them, and my crotch was crowned with a carefully trimmed bush, with a v-shaped mound converging down to my sex. My spell of vanity was punctured by the remembered need to check something else...
I turned to one side and looked at myself in the mirror again. From the bottom of my breasts downwards, my belly had developed a slight but noticeable outward curve. It had been three months since that awful night. Three long months, and I was just starting to show. The hard evidence that my rapist had made good on his promise.
When the home test had come back positive, I had debated long and hard with myself over what to do in response. My rapist had explicitly gloated about how he had wanted to impregnate me, and even months afterwards I still couldn't get the memory of him expectorating his racist fantasies out of my mind. Perhaps some submissive, masochistic version of me would have gotten off on that sort of thing, but it was pretty galling to see the hard evidence of his violation and conquest in my own growing waistline.
However, ultimately I couldn't bring myself to harm the little life growing inside of me; the child couldn't be blamed for how it was conceived. Plus, it was ultimately MY baby. A brand new human being growing inside MY belly. My rapist could gloat all he wanted about forcing me to give birth to his child - probably while he jacked off to Asian porn in his basement - but he may as well be a glorified sperm bank for all I cared.
No. I was keeping this baby, and I would give it the best life I possibly could. I might kill the guy who raped me, but I wouldn't kill his child.
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19,496 | The Yellow Polka Dot Bikini | PrincessErin | NonConsent/Reluctance | 2008-09-15 | 2008-09-15 | 2022-01-01 14:48:16 | 1 | literotica.com | https://www.literotica.com/s/the-yellow-polka-dot-bikini | Freddie takes his frustrations out on the neighbor. | ['Bikini', 'Neighbor'] | 3.51 | x"She's wearing that bikini again." Freddie blurted out those words to himself as he stood on his back veranda. It wrapped around the back of his house and was high enough off the ground for him to see into his neighbor's yard. His neighbor to the left was smart and had put in a big thick hedge for privacy. The neighbors to the right of him weren't as smart. They had a wrought iron fence around their backyard. The grass was always a lush green and the patio stones were set perfectly around the back entranceway to allow room for a large outdoor kitchen area.
The owner of the home was a divorcee in her thirties. She had parties on a regular basis and never invited the neighbors. Freddie was jealous at how much fun they always had. She would always wear tiny bikinis that barely covered her firm body. She would always smile over at him, wiggling her butt. She never spoke to him when they met at the mailboxes or during any of the community meetings.
"She drives me crazy." Freddie hated that his cock was hard. It was throbbing and he could feel the precum oozing down his shaft. She made him so horny and he hated it. He hated how he wanted to slide his cock between those luscious fake breasts. He despised how he wanted to throw her onto her hands and knees on the fancy lounger and fuck her brains out. She was so damn sexy yet such a bitch.
Freddie continued watching her. It was a Tuesday afternoon so he knew that most of the neighbors were gone to work. He worked from home, which meant he could go out and gawk at his sexy neighbor.
Freddie reached into his shorts and began to stroke his cock. He had jerked off twice this morning, but could masturbate all day. He hadn't had a good fuck in over a month and knew what he wanted – her.
"You want to come over for a dip?" Freddie gulped. She had actually spoken to him. She had only nodded and smiled at him in the past. Freddie nodded and practically ran around the house to the gate of her back yard. His cock was throbbing so badly. He entered and saw she was lying on her back on a lounger.
"I'm Sindy. It's spelt with a S."
Freddie gulped. She was such a flirt. He lost all reason at that exact moment. He walked over and kissed her hard on the lips, laying his body against hers. Sindy whimpered, but pushed him back.
"Excuse me? What do you think you're doing?" Sindy giggled. She had that look of being so much more important than Freddie. Her smile was flirty. She was wearing a revealing bikini. He hated her and wanted her all at the same time. He couldn't take it anymore and lunged for her.
"I'm going to fuck your brains out. You have been flirting with me for weeks. You need a good fucking princess." Freddie had pushed his body against her to keep her down while undoing his shorts. As he spoke, his tone of voice got harsher and more evil. Sindy had a look of complete terror.
"Don't." That was all she could say before he kissed her again. Freddie moved the thin yellow material that was barely covering her sex and slid his cock inside her in one thrust. She was wet.
"You're wet. You're fucking horny aren't you? I bet you get so hot and bothered teasing me in your little yellow bikini." Freddie grunted and pushed his member into her again. The lounger was sliding against the patio stones and Sindy was squirming, trying to get him off her.
"So what? Who cares? You're just an old creepy guy that types on your laptop all day. I bet you write porn or something."
Freddie grinned. She was right, but at this moment, he didn't care. All he cared about was that although she was squirming around, protesting about being fucked, her pussy was dripping wet and hot.
"Stop it!" Sindy kept squirming, but it wasn't helping. Every time she arched her back, she just pushed her pussy up against this cock. She was wet and horny. She hadn't been fucked in a long time and hated that her body was deceiving her.
"I'm going to cum all over your slutty yellow bikini. You look like a complete slut you know. I bet you fuck a million guys." Freddie couldn't hold back his anger. He hated his job, his life, everything. He felt the cum building in his balls and pulled out his cock from her pussy. He gripped the shaft and watched as he shot cum all over her. His sticky cum landed all over her belly and breasts. It dripped down her sides. Some of it landed on her bikini bottoms and there was some pooling in her belly button.
Freddie stepped back and looked at the scene. She was glaring at him, but at the same time had that sexy pout. She wasn't yelling at him or kicking him. She was still. He knew that this was what she had wanted. She had wanted him to get angry, to react. She wanted him to force himself on her.
Freddie pulled his shorts up and walked back to his house. He didn't feel relieved or happy. He was confused as to who had won this power struggle. |
19,497 | Yes Miss Murphy | PeterOmez | NonConsent/Reluctance | 2014-08-13 | 2014-08-23 | 2022-01-01 15:46:38 | 6 | literotica.com | https://www.literotica.com/s/yes-miss-murphy-ch-01 | 1. Rookie co-worker has David Thompson in a serious bind. 2. No jerking, just working. 3. You can cum... but it'll cost ya. 4. Helpless slave juice. 5. At one time David thought he needed saving *from* Mandy. 6. A short drive down Pantana Blvd. is the end of a long road. | ['Blackmail', 'Brat Girls', 'Extortion', 'Female Domination', 'Femdom', 'Orgasm Denial', 'Servitude', 'Slavery'] | 4.18 | My name is David Thompson. I teach math at Trentstown Community College, and have for 18 years now. I am 48 years old and the father of three grown children who are all married now and beginning families of their own. My wife Becky and I are now what you call "empty-nesters", and without our children around to keep us occupied, our life together had become pretty hum-drum. That is, until recently...
I must confess Becky and I haven't had sex in many, many years. We do love each other, and Becky is a wonderful partner otherwise. And of course we love our children and grandchildren, who continue to strengthen our emotional bond with one another. But there is no passion at all in our life. We don't even share common interests apart from family concerns. Becky comes home from her office job and makes us dinner. Then she watches TV all evening, and I read, or grade papers. We hardly speak. Then we go to bed. That's our life.
But my sex drive is still strong, and I do have an office at home where I sometimes watch pornography and masturbate after Becky is in bed. I suppose if I had to guess, Becky knows what's going on in there but would rather have me doing that than bothering her for sex. And at least I'm home.
About a year ago, though, I made a terrible mistake. I started an affair with one of my co-workers, Katherine Mullens. She also teaches math at TCC. As if it weren't bad enough to get involved with someone I work with, wait, you haven't heard the worst of it: Her husband is Randall Mullens. That's right, the academic dean at TCC. My boss.
Talk about stupid. But believe me, the affair wasn't my idea. Katherine is quite a hot-blooded woman, and she came on to me. I resisted as much as I could, but my sex-starved self was no match for her seduction skills. I guessed I rationalized what we were doing in every way possible: I certainly hadn't set out to find someone to replace Becky. Indeed, I would never leave Becky. Katherine was actually a GOOD choice for illicit liaisons since I knew she had no intention of leaving Randall, and she knew I would never leave Becky. Plus, if anyone found out about us, she had as much to lose as I did. So (I told myself) it was perfect.
I guess all Katherine wanted out of our dalliances was to feel the rush of doing something naughty behind her husband's back. We didn't have any "pillow talk" or any kind of emotional relationship. It was pure raunchy sex. She always initiated it, and we always did it in either her office or mine, at work. She would come find me, steal me away, and we'd lock the door to an office and quietly ravish each other, while people walked by in the hallway outside. If anyone knocked, we'd just freeze and be totally silent until they went away.
Katherine was so aggressive that I always just went along with whatever she wanted to do. Sometimes she would whisk me away just to suck me off, and we didn't even remove any clothing. She would just open my pants, blow me vigorously, and swallow every drop of my cum. Then we'd compose ourselves and go back to work. I must say, nothing brightens a teacher's mood than a blow job right before class.
Other times she yanked her panties to her ankles and had me get my head under her skirt to go down on her. She'd caress her breasts through her blouse, or thrust a hand under her bra, and pant as I licked for all I was worth. Then she'd send me away pitching a tent in my pants. Those times, I usually stole away to a restroom stall afterward, to jerk off into the toilet.
Now and then we fucked, but I could never last very long because I hadn't had intercourse in years and just wasn't used to that much stimulation. She didn't seem to mind, though; she liked it hard and fast, and she seemed to enjoy her power to make me lose control.
One morning it was just past 9:00 and I was in my office getting ready for my 10:00 class. Katherine slipped in without a word, closed and locked my door, and pushed my chair back a bit as she came between me and my desk. She smirked as she sat on the desk directly in front of me, pulled the front of her skirt up, slid her panties out to her knees, and then pulled my head forward. She obviously wanted me to lick her pussy, so I rolled my chair forward a bit, and dove in. She threw her head back and caressed her breasts as I ate her pussy, which smelled and tasted very strong that morning. "Oh yes," she whispered. "Keep licking. Ohhhh yeah. Mmmm, that's right. Get your tongue deeeep inside. Mmmmm." She pressed firmly on the back of my head, pulling me in tightly, as she kept telling me to get my tongue in deeper, deeper. Deeper.
"Mmmm, yes, lick and SUCK my pussy. Suck it, mmmm. Mmmmm, taste my pussy. Devour it. Suck it, David! Suck it. Lick it, get your tongue in deeper. Deeper!"
I was used to her being aggressive, but she was really in top form on this day. It was unusual for her to speak so much, and she seemed especially insistent on getting my tongue DEEP. Plus she was saying things like "Clean my pussy", which seemed to me an odd choice of words.
Her pussy juices seemed to be flowing much more than usual, as she was already quite wet from the moment we started, and even though she didn't seem to be spasming from orgasm, she was gushing into my mouth. She usually didn't have a very strong taste, but on this day she was very strong and salty.
When she was finally satisfied, she held my face in her hands and looked down at me, glowing. She was smirking, too, looking at my sloppy face, which was going to need washing before class. That's when she dropped a bomb on me. She said, "So David... how did you like being my little cum cleaner this morning?" I really didn't know what she meant by "cum cleaner", and I guess I just assumed she was referring to her own cum. So I said, "Mmm, you know I always love doing that for you, Katherine."
"Always? Why, what do you mean, David? That's the first time you've ever done it. But if you like it so much, you can always be my little cum cleaner."
I looked at her quizzically. What did she mean, it was the first time? I had licked her pussy dozens of times by then.
"David... Randall and I had sex this morning."
"Oh kayyy..." I still didn't get it.
"We fucked this morning, and then I got dressed ... without a shower. And came here. Do you get it?"
My face turned white. "You mean ... his ... um ... his semen was ... still inside you?"
"Yes."
"Augh! Are you serious? Ugh. Oh my god. Katherine. You had me go down on you with your husband's semen still inside you? Oh god, Katherine, that's disgusting!"
Katherine laughed. "Oh come on, David. There's nothing wrong with Randall's cum. He doesn't have a disease or anything. It's perfectly safe."
"That's not the issue. It's a man's ... um, it's ... eww! Augh. You had me ... um ... swallowing semen without me knowing. That's just wrong."
"I don't know, David, your dick seemed to be just fine with it until about 5 seconds ago. Well... we can talk about this later. You'd better wash your face before class. Wouldn't want your students to know you just came from cleaning up cum, hahaha." Then she sauntered out and closed my office door behind her.
I was pissed! I had great difficulty concentrating on my 10:00 class that day, because I was so preoccupied with the thought of having swallowed my boss's jizz. Yuck! I mean, being playful is one thing, and I appreciated that about Katherine, but this was like some cruel prank. So disgusting!
I avoided Katherine for the rest of that week, as I really felt quite humiliated by what she had done. I thought it best to allow myself to cool down before discussing the matter with her, because I didn't want her to get angry with me. I suppose this was when it first began to hit me just how reckless and stupid this affair was: I'd put myself in a position that if I ever displeased Katherine, and fell out of favor with her, she could make things very difficult for me at work. All it would take would be for her to put an idea in her husband's head that I was underperforming somehow. Then if Dean Randall Mullens started to give me a hard time, what could I do? Point the finger at his wife?
Well, for the next couple of weeks, every time I crossed paths with Katherine, she smirked at me without saying anything, and I awkwardly tried to avoid her gaze. We didn't speak, and she didn't try to pull me away for a quick tryst. At first I was very relieved that she was leaving me alone. But after a third week went by, and then a fourth, I began to feel a sense of dread that I had offended her. Plus I was beginning to miss our little escapades. The longer she avoided me, the more I fantasized about her. The fear and dread I was experiencing, over whether she was upset with me, and what she might do next, made me realize how powerless I was in this situation. Then I would think about her powerful sexuality, and her aggressive way with me, and my fear would morph into an obsessive horniness, and desire for her. I even started to fantasize about our last encounter, hearing her voice demanding me to get my tongue deeper, DEEPER inside her ... and "CLEAN MY PUSSY".
I found myself WANTING her to invade my office, TAKE my head between her thighs, and MAKE me clean her pussy again. Being suddenly cut off from Katherine made me realize how much I NEEDED her... I needed her to be part of my life, and if it meant cleaning her pussy of her husband's cum, then I would do it. Happily. Without complaining. Anything she wanted. Just so she would still be in my life.
Every time I tried to talk to her, she managed to deflect me. I couldn't call her on her cell phone because I didn't have the number. And I certainly couldn't call the Mullens home on the residential line, because what would I say if Randall answered? When I would call her office phone and she answered, she would act as though someone was there in her office and would respond inappropriately, as though she was fielding a business call of some kind. I would say, "Katherine, it's David. Can we talk?" And she'd say, "Oh, right, OK. I can e-mail that to you. Sure, no problem. OK, bye-bye now."
I didn't want to e-mail her because I wasn't sure how secure that might be. For all I knew, Randall might have access to her e-mail account. So I decided a good old-fashioned letter, in her department mailbox cubbyhole, was the best way.
If you thought the affair itself was stupid, wait 'til you hear what I did next. After writing Katherine a long letter apologizing for the way I had reacted, and assuring her that I would gladly satisfy any desires she had, including eating her husband's cum out of her pussy (yes, I actually put that in writing), I took a picture of my head from an angle above and to the side, with my tongue sticking out. Then I photo-shopped my head into an image of a woman with her legs spread, so it looked like I was going down on the woman. Then I made a print of the picture, and drew an arrow to my head with a black marker. Then I wrote, "Your little cum cleaner." I put the letter and the picture into a large manila envelope and sealed it with generous amounts of tape. I wrote "From DT to KM" in the corner. Then I used a red marker to write CONFIDENTIAL in large letters.
The next morning when I slipped into the math department lounge, two of my colleagues were there. One was making photocopies, and one was checking his mailbox. We made small talk, as I also checked my mailbox. There were a couple of flyers inside for textbook publishers. I pretended to look at them, as I waited for the room to be clear. I poured myself a cup of coffee, and plopped into a chair. I sipped my coffee and feigned great interest in the flyers. Once both of my colleauges left, I bolted out of the chair and rushed over to the mail cubbies. Quickly I unzipped the top of my briefcase and struggled to get the envelope out. If anyone walked in the door just then, they would see the envelope in my hand, and I didn't want anyone to witness that. I was paranoid. Nervously, I fumbled with the envelope, kept glancing at the door, and scanned the labels on the mailboxes until I found Katherine's. While still furtively glancing at the door, I reached with one hand to lift up the existing contents of the mailbox so I could hide the envelope underneath with the other hand. Then I covered up the envelope so it wouldn't be visible until Katherine took everything out of the box. Once the job was done, I stepped away from the boxes, took a deep breath, grabbed my coffee cup and exited the lounge.
Mission accomplished. Now all I could do was wait.
Probably all of us, at one time or another, have put our hearts on the line and completely bared our souls to a lover, only to get no response at all. A voicemail, a letter, even a heartfelt soliloquy delivered in person, answered with complete silence. Nothing is worse than having the injury of such implicit rejection coupled with the insult of being forced to IMAGINE the thoughts that surely must be going through the other's head, but being allowed no direct knowledge of them. As the hours passed that day, and I distractedly taught my classes and then worked in my office, listening for Katherine's footsteps, I wondered if this would be one of those excruciating snubs.
That night I couldn't sleep. I lay beside Becky and stared at the ceiling, filled with cold dread. Had Katherine found my parcel today? If so, why hadn't she come by to talk to me? Was it possible she never checked her box today? Maybe her habit is to check it first thing in the morning. Tomorrow is Friday, and I don't have my 10:00 class, so I was planning to work at home for a few hours in the morning, before going in for my 1:30 class. But maybe I'd better go ahead and go in early, so I'll be around if she looks for me.
The next morning, Becky was surprised that I was getting dressed to go to campus so early. I told her I had an early appointment with a student. "Oh. Well, that was nice of you to give up your Friday morning at home. I know how much you like to be able to work here when you can." If there was anything Becky appreciated, it was routines.
When I got to campus, I swung by the lounge to take a peek at Katherine's mailbox. It was empty. Now I knew for sure she had gotten the envelope, so it was only a matter of time before she responded. Rather than going directly back to my office, I decided to walk past Katherine's office so she would know I was on campus. The problem was, her office wasn't on the way to mine. So I went down one floor, walked the length of it, and then came back up to our floor so I could pass Katherine's office en route to mine. The door was open, and she was in, so as I passed I said, "Good morning, Katherine."
"Good morning, David."
Ah, good. Contact has been made. Of course, exchanging good-mornings was never out of the ordinary among any of the colleagues in the department, and even over this last month, Katherine and I had kept up such perfunctory greetings when others were around. But surely this morning would be different, as any moment now, as I continued down the hallway, Katherine was sure to say, "Uhhh, David! Could I talk to you for a moment?"
But she didn't. I continued on to my office.
As I sat at my desk, grading papers, I wondered if it was possible she still hadn't opened the envelope. Perhaps she just grabbed the contents of her box and thrust the stack into a briefcase, for examination later.
Shortly after 10:00, a figure appeared in the doorway to my office. "David?" came a female voice.
"Yes? Oh. Hi Mandy."
"Haha. Expecting someone else?" asked Mandy Murphy.
"No. Um. What's up?"
"Well, I just gave a test to my Math 190 class, and I was wondering if you could look at it and give me an idea how to grade it."
Ugh. Mandy Murphy. The newest instructor in our department. Fresh from a masters program and in her first year of teaching. You would think they'd have taught her the basics of assessment, and how to prepare lessons, and how to set policies ... you know, the fundamentals of teaching. But she was always coming by to ask my advice on things like this: How many points should I take off for this kind of mistake? How many questions on the test should be about that kind of problem? How much time should she spend in class on this topic? A couple of times she brought a copy of a test she planned to give the next day, and asked me to look at it and tell her if it was a good test. When I suggested some revisions, she said, "Oh, OK. Well, I'll send you the word document. Do you think you could make those changes for me and send it back?" Since I couldn't think of any way to refuse without sounding rude, I did what she asked... grudgingly, of course, and thinking, "Why can't you revise your own test!?"
Another time, she caught me in the lounge while she was about to grade a stack of tests. She asked for my advice on scoring, and then managed to talk me into grading a few myself, in front of her, while I explained to her how I was scoring them. Once she understood, she said, "Oh, OK. That makes sense. Well, here, since you're kind of on a roll now, why don't you do these, and I'll do these, and we'll get them finished up." Whereupon she handed me half the remaining stack, and obviously expected me to sit there with her at the lounge table and do her work with her. Once again, being completely taken off guard by such audacity, and a complete loss as to how to respond otherwise, I did it.
I was really in no mood for Mandy Murphy today, but I couldn't very well tell her to please go away, because I was expecting my lover, the dean's wife, at any moment. As I started to look at the test Mandy had given, she walked to my office door and closed it. I looked up, a bit surprised, as she turned the lock underneath the door handle. As she walked back toward my desk, she said, "Actually, David... before you look at that test, there's something else I'd like you to take a look at it." She reached into her briefcase and pulled out a plain file folder. She put it down in front of me, on top of her stack of tests, then sat sideways on my desk, looking down at me. She raised her eyebrows as if to say, "Open it."
When I turned the top of the file folder over to reveal its contents, all the color drained from my face instantly. There in front of me, was a photocopy of my letter to Katherine. I could see that there were also two pages underneath. When I looked at the second page, I actually gasped and put my hand to my mouth. It was a photocopy of the obscene picture of my head in a woman's crotch, with the arrow pointing from the description "Your little cum cleaner".
The third page was a photocopy of the manila envelope that had contained these very personal contents.
My mouth was dry. "Oh my god... Where did you get this?"
"Found it in my mailbox yesterday. I must say, I got quite a shock once I got home and decided to take a look at my mail."
Oh my god oh my god oh my god! I had put it in the wrong box!
"Oh god. Mandy. I am so sorry. That was not intended for you."
"Haha, oh, I can see that. It was intended for a Katherine M. I can only assume it's the same Katherine M. whose mailbox is right above mine. Tsk, tsk, tsk. My, my, David. Fooling around with the dean's wife. Using department mail to send her naughty pictures of yourself."
"Mandy..."
"Yes, David?"
"Uhhh ... Look... um, I'm very sorry that happened. Um ... obviously this is very personal. Um... Well, wait... didn't you see that the envelope said, 'To KM' on it?"
"Honestly, no. I didn't notice that. You wrote it so small. All I really saw was the huge 'CONFIDENTIAL' written on it."
"Um, well... Mandy... where is the envelope now? And, um..."
"The letter and the picture?"
"Yes."
"I have them somewhere safe."
My heart sank. Obviously, this was bad. This was very bad. If she intended to respect my privacy on this matter, and help me save face here, she would have re-sealed the envelope with tape and put it in Katherine's mailbox, and never breathed a word of what she had seen. Or at the very least, she'd have brought me the envelope and its contents and let me know of my blunder, but then reassured me that my secret was safe with her. Clearly, that was not her intention. Nevertheless, I hoped against hope to get a positive response to my question: "Well... um... can I have them back?"
She laughed. "Oh, no. Hahaha. No, I don't think so. But... I'm sure I can be persuaded to keep them safe, and make sure no one else sees them."
"Oh god. Oh god, Mandy, no. No one else can see those. Oh, please. Please, Mandy. Look, that was... what Katherine and I did... um... we... it was..."
"I don't think you have to explain, David. What you did was risky, and ... well, kinda stupid, don't you think? And I know you don't want anyone else to know. Liiiiike... you don't want your wife to know. You don't want her husband to know. Oh yeah. I get it. Now... let's see if YOU get it."
She stared at me for several seconds, looking smug and amused, until I finally said, "Ummm... get what? I mean, umm... what happens now?"
"Wellll... what happens now is, Your whole future is now in my little hands. You are ... COMPLETELY ... at my mercy. Aren't you?"
A wave of helplessness washed over me, as I had to admit, "Yes. Yes, I am. What do I have to do?"
"Mmm. Good question. What do you have to do? Well, basically... you have to do ANYTHING ... and EVERYTHING... I want. Basically, from now on, you work for me. You do whatever I say. For a start, you can hang on to that folder, and the stack of tests underneath, because you're going to grade those. And ..." She reached into her briefcase to pull out another file folder, and placed it in front of me. "In a few minutes, you're coming with me to my 10:40 class. I'm going to introduce you, and then excuse myself, and you're going to teach that class. I've already looked up your schedule, so I know you're free. Here's my lesson plan for today. Oh. And the students in the 10:40 class are turning in an assignment today, so you'll be collecting that, and grading it this weekend, too."
"Uhhhh... well... OK. So... I cover your class today... and grade some papers for you... and then... we forget all about this?"
"Hahaha. Don't be ridiculous, David. This is just the beginning. Like I said, You work for me from now on. You'll be doing a LOT of grading, and covering classes for me. I spent a couple hours last night dreaming up all the ways you're going to be making my life much easier. And if you complain, or balk at anything I tell you to do, or refuse to do anything I say, then that envelope will mysteriously appear on Dean Mullens's desk. And a copy will also show up on your wife's desk. Yeah. I looked her up. I know where she works, too. So. I think maybe you would be wise to not ask me very many questions, and just learn to say 'Yes, Miss Murphy.'"
I sat defeated behind my desk, and Mandy locked her stare on me as my eyes flitted around the room as though looking for an escape route. When I dared to look back at her, I saw her eyebrows raised expectantly. I sighed.
"Yes, Miss Murphy."
"Come on. Follow me. We have a class."
As you may know, Trentstown Community College has a very large enrollment. The math department has 26 full time instructors, and 30 to 40 part time instructors as well. So we offer many sections of each math course each semester, covering all times of the day and evening. With so many faculty and students, it's rare to have the same student in two different semesters.
Our class sizes are capped at 30, and they are all taught by faculty, since of course we have no graduate students as teaching assistants. I have 25 years of experience teaching math, 18 at TCC, and before that I was a high school teacher. So you can imagine my dismay when I followed Mandy into her 10:40 class and heard this rookie teacher announce, "Class, I have to attend to some business today, but I'd like you meet my teaching assistant, Davey. He's going to fill in for me today, and he'll be collecting your assignment later. You can call him Davey. Have a nice weekend. I'll see you Monday."
Before leaving, she turned to me, slipped me a piece of paper with a phone number on it, and quietly said, "Call me after your 1:30 class. If I don't answer, leave a message, I'll call back. Do not go home until you've talked to me." Then she walked out.
Her class ran from 10:40 to 11:50, and about halfway through, a student interrupted and said, "Excuse me? Davey?" I bristled at being addressed by a student not as Mr. Thompson, not even as David - my actual name - but as "Davey".
"Yes?"
"Are we gonna take a break? Miss Murphy usually gives us a 10 minute break at 11:10."
"Oh. Um... well... OK. I guess we could do that." At that point, half of the students bolted out of their seats to go into the hallway. I took advantage of the unexpected break to look over the rest of the lesson plan she'd written and try and make sense of it. The way she had the material organized was very confusing, and I made mental plans to reorder it a bit and change a couple of the examples.
After class, I went to get some lunch, and I couldn't even tell you now what I ate. I probably couldn't have told you ten minutes later, because all I could think about was the twisted turn of events whereby my foolish affair with the dean's wife had delivered me into the clutches of some upstart new co-worker my daughter's age, who decided to take advantage of my compromised position to ... well ... what WAS she doing exactly? Was this blackmail? What was I in store for here? The dread I'd been burdened with for the last month was nothing compared to what I was feeling now. I kept pulling the phone number from my pocket and looking at it, as though expecting the little slip of paper to speak to me and tell me it was OK to go ahead and call early. Wondering what was coming next was torturing me.
I went to teach my 1:30 class, and when it was over, I couldn't wait to dial the number. Mandy answered, and said, "Well, we have a LOT to talk about, David. Do you know where Mancini's is?"
"No. What is that? A restaurant?"
"It's a bar. It's on Bellewood Avenue. Look it up. Get there by 4:00 and wait for me. You better be on time. Order me a glass of Chardonnay, and a glass of water for yourself."
Meet her at a bar? On Friday afternoon? For a glass of wine? In the hour-and- a-half I had to kill before I was to be at Mancini's, all kinds of crazy thoughts raced through my head. Was this like some kind of bizarre date? Did she intend to seduce me into some kind of Fatal-Attraction affair? Was she some psychotic home-wrecking little nymph, with some kind of unresolved childhood baggage that made her want to destroy father-figure types? All sorts of horrific images ran though my mind when I imagined what would happen if she exposed me with that incriminating envelope. I would surely be fired, but that would be FAR from the worst of it. Becky would certainly find out and be absolutely appalled. And when our children discovered what I had done, how would they ever forgive me? I would lose their respect completely. Becky would surely divorce me. I would lose everything. Absolutely everything. It was true: Mandy held my entire future in her hands. I was trapped. I didn't know what she had planned for me, but it was clear I had no choice but to submit to whatever she demanded.
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19,498 | Yes Ms | hmf1975 | NonConsent/Reluctance | 2019-01-27 | 2019-02-16 | 2022-01-01 15:46:46 | 2 | literotica.com | https://www.literotica.com/s/yes-ms-m-act-01 | 1. A student is taught a lesson for his inappropriate behavior. 2. Chapter 2: Locker Room Talk. | ['Caught', 'Cbt', 'Cfnm', 'Coerced', 'Discipline', 'Femdom', 'Humiliation', 'Masturbation', 'Ruined', 'Tease'] | 4.35 | _This scene takes place on a small, private University campus._
All characters are above the age of 18.
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"William!"
Somewhere in my mind, the needle of a record player rips across an album.
"I would like to see you in my office at the end of today's schedule."
The words are a command, not a request; a matter-of-fact statement not to be challenged.
"Is that clear?"
My whole world suddenly comes to an abrupt, jarring halt. A sound of giggling from somewhere across the room. I can feel my face turning red even as every vein in my body turns cold.
"Yes Ms. M."
I spend the next three hours in lecture halls, time frozen with panic, oblivious to the subjects of the speakers, anguishing over my now inescapable fate; How do I explain this to my parents? What if this prevents me from getting into another school? Was there a law broken by my behavior? Only a few weeks into my first semester at the University and I'm now about to be kicked out for masturbating during calculus.
I was so certain I was being careful and clever. By the end of the first week, I began taking the seat in the back corner of the small classroom to hide my arousal; four rows deep, no one beside me, the side of the room she seemed to prefer when using the black board. By the second week I began wearing an oversized hooded sweatshirt, after it became clear I could no longer keep myself from massaging my erection. I could easily slide one arm from the sleeve and attend the throbbing distraction growing in my pants; while the other arm rested on the desk, pencil in hand.
How could she possibly know what I was doing? My eyes and attention were groping her the entire period; watching every movement, every glance, every change in the shape of her divine body. Not once was there any hint or signal of discovery, nor any awareness of my dirty secret.
As I enter the corridor and begin to make my way to the faculty offices, I go back in my mind to the moment that has brought me to this exact point in time & space.
As usual, her long dark silky hair is pulled back tight, tied up in a low twisted ballet knot with a careless finish, her intense green eyes looking out over black framed glasses.
From every angle, there are more curves on her body than would be found in the textbook that sits in front of me on my desk.
Her firm ripe breasts appear to defy gravity; pointing straight out, perfectly round, level and true. Covered by a thin, black, form fitted cashmere sweater that clings tight to every curve of her torso. The curve starting at the round arc of her breasts, gradually sloping down to her thin waist then rising again sharply over plumb hips; A polynomial function of which would give the buried corpse of Leibniz himself an erection.
Her tight, tartan mini skirt, black with various shades of gray, tappers down off the hips to end mid-thigh, barely covering the lace welt at the top of her black silk stockings; sliding up just enough when she reaches out to erase equations from the board or sits with her legs crossed at her desk. These stockings run smoothly down long slim legs, accentuating toned thighs and calves, and slip into shiny black leather heels.
And oh that glorious ass! The fabric of the skirt nothing more than a thin layer of lycra stretched tightly over a perfectly shaped, well rounded flank; the rear seam just below the seat, pinched tight to pull in and trace the twin curves under those magnificent and succulent cheeks. The tailor must of sewed the skirt to her body this morning.
And it was this wonderful landscape of non-Euclidean geometry I was so deep in contemplation, when, hard throbbing cock in hand, she suddenly turned to the class, and announced the appointment I have just now arrived at.
I knock on the door.
"Yes, please come in"
Avoiding a proper greeting, I enter the room and immediately move to take a seat in one of the two chairs set at a perfect 45° angle in front of her desk; only to be quickly interrupted.
"I do not recall instructing you to take a seat."
Her voice expresses nothing less than a complete confidence in her authority. I straighten up, facing forward toward the desk. I can feel her eyes piercing through me, but dare not look.
"Do you see the tape on the floor in front of you?"
I arch my neck forward, squinting my eyes to read the tiny written message.
"Read it to me aloud."
It reads.
"Undisciplined little boys stand Here."
For the first time my eyes raise to make contact, to be quickly averted by the wicked grin of her thin red lips, I stare back down as I toe the line.
"Do you have any idea why I've asked you to see me today?"
"No Ms. M."
She rises from her desk, removing a long leather crop hanging on the wall behind her; right hand firmly gripping the handle, while the thumb and forefinger of her left hand gently explore the leather braiding that makes the shaft. She moves around the desk and begins to circle me; the tap of her heels on the tile floor marking the meter.
"Well William, It appears that you are having some difficulty paying attention during my lessons... or rather, to be more accurate... your attention appears to be somewhere else entirely, somewhere it shouldn't be... somewhere obviously inappropriate... And I have also noticed that your hands have been quite busy playing with something under your desk... Would you like to tell me exactly what it is your playing with down there?"
"No Ms. M... I-I, I mean it's nothing."
She stops directly in front of me. Her tone shifts slightly to a nurturing mother, but with an unmistakable underlying intention of condescension.
"Oh my shy little boy, I was hoping we could resolve this issue ourselves... Keep this just between you and me... Would you rather have this conversation in the Headmaster's office?"
(Is she offering me a why out?)
"No Ms. M."
"Well then... I'm going to need you to be completely honest with me and answer all my questions truthfully. Can you do that for me William?"
"Yes Ms. M."
"Good boy... Now I'm going to ask you again, and this time I'm going to be rather direct... Are you playing with your penis during my lessons?"
(I have no choice but to come clean, this may be my only way out.)
"Y-Yes Ms. M."
"And William, when your touching penis in my classroom... are you looking, and fantasizing about me?"
"Yes Ms. M."
"That's a good boy... I truly appreciate your being honest with me... But you certainly understand, it is my responsibility to this school to discipline you for this obscene behavior. I can't just let you go around masturbating your penis when and where ever you want... After all, it is my duty to teach undisciplined boys how to behave like young men. Do you understand?
"Yes Ms. M."
"Good boy."
She leans back on the desk, legs stretched straight crossed at the ankles, angled to the floor. Her skirt rises up just enough to get a peek at the lace pattern at the top of the stockings. Arms folded, lifting & squeezing her breasts together. The edge of the desk pushing against her ass to create a new set of curves, like soft hills beyond her hips.
"Now, I want you to listen to me very carefully. You need to accept my discipline as the consequence of your astonishingly perverse behavior, and you will need also to obey closely to all my instructions... is that clear?"
"Yes Ms. M."
"Now to begin... I would like you to lower your pants, so we can have a close look at exactly what's causing your problem."
A look of confusion flashes over my face. Before I can even make out the word "What?", I'm firmly cut off.
"How would like me to explain this foul & indecent behavior to your parents?"
I reluctantly unbutton and unzip my pants, pushing them down to my ankles.
(I can't believe I'm doing this... this is so embarrassing)
"Your little undies too!"
(Fuck!)
I slide my boxer briefs down with a growing feeling of humiliation about to be made worse. I look up to find her staring directly at my privates.
"Oh my dear little boy, (giggle) that is the tiniest little penis I have ever seen... You must be so embarrassed."
Nerves and humiliation of the present situation has had the same effect as jumping into cold water. My face is turning red as my tiny little pecker shrinks between my legs.
"To be perfectly honest... I'm a bit disappointed. I was expecting a little more...(giggle) to work with."
Taking a wooden ruler off the desk, she moves toward me, lifting the head of my dangling member with the end ruler.
"How can something so tiny be causing such a huge distraction? (giggle)"
Holding the ruler flat and level to my genitals.
"Measure it!"
(Oh man. Just need to get this over with)
Using my thumb and forefinger, I place my shrunken limp penis squarely on the edge of the ruler; feeling the cold wood against the shaft, I stretch the organ as far as it will go.
She looks down.
"Three and one quarter inch... Well that simply won't do now will it?"
Backing up a step, she slides up onto the edge of the desk, crossing her legs; skirt sliding up over the welt of lace at the top of her stockings to expose a band of soft smooth flesh that disappears under the hem of her skirt. For first time I begin to feel a tingling in my groin, starting in my testicles, radiating into my limp penis; the capillaries of the shaft begin to expand, once again allowing the flow of blood into my cock.
"Get it hard!"
I return a look of shock.
(Are you serious?)
"Come on! Show me how you do it. Three and a quarter inches is not acceptable... Make it bigger."
Conflicted by which of the two is the worse humiliation, continuing to stand here with my shrunken penis dangling between my legs, or masturbating while she watches; I pinch my tiny cock and start rapidly yanking. First with my thumb and forefinger... The head of my penis bouncing freely like a bobble doll... then with two fingers... My stare fixated on the brilliant contrast of the stocking's black lace against milky white thighs... Then three fingers... I begin to feel the blood pulse into the shaft, groin muscles flexing & releasing... four fingers... Cock beginning to engorge with warm blood.
I look up to see a smile that could define the meaning of belittlement; a sadistic impersonation of a mother's face watching her little boy piss in the potty the first time. A boy with his penis in his hand either way I guess.
My hand now firmly wrapped around my cock, short rhythmic strokes, testicles beginning to contract, growing firm, harder, larger; I feel the sensation...
"Stop!... Hands to you side!"
Deep breath.
My cock thrusts outward and flops down; not yet fully erect but still semi- flaccid, pointing straight out at a slight downward angle, bowing like a bough of a laden fruit tree. Twitching up and down as warm blood continues to pump into the shaft.
She moves from her desk to retrieve an item from a cabinet, my erection pulsating in tempo with the sound of her heels tapping the tile.
"Now I assume that in addition to your problem with chronic masturbation, you are also a pre-mature ejaculator... and I won't have you making a mess on my floor."
She returns with a length of black silk rope. Squatting down before me, my throbbing cock just inches from her face; her mouth; her red lips.
"DO NOT SQUIRM."
With a will of its own, my cock starts stretching forward like a growing stalk reaching toward the sun.
She wraps the rope twice around the base of my cock and balls, ties off above, then once around the shaft, tied off below. Then, starting at the base of the scrotum, begins to coil the rope around and down, 5, 6, 7 times around, until my testicles, now hanging at an unnatural distance from my groin, are forced tightly downward against the stretched skin of my scrotum. Tied off tight, my balls quickly begin to turn red and ache.
As she rises up, she grips the noose that now binds my ball sack with a slight yank forcing my weight to shift forward onto the balls of my feet; her breasts pressed firmly into my chest, she whispers softly into my ear.
"These belong to me now."
"Now kneel."
Knees on the cold, hard tile. Genitals bound and exposed, testicles hanging between my legs completely vulnerable, and aching.
She positions a chair at a right angle just off the forward right of my right shoulder. Crop in hand, she sits so that her crossed legs are perpendicular to me, her raised foot dangling inches below my partially engorged cock.
The view directly under my gaze is spellbinding.
Skirt slid back, smooth silk legs, thighs crossing at the bands of lace. Below the tight hem, four inches of bare skin coming up and around to meet in a soft, warm valley of creamy smooth flesh, descending into a triangular shadow under her skirt; an entrance leading to bliss.
"Spine straight, hands behind your back, and keep your eyes forward."
She adjusts her body and legs so the upper arch of her ankle takes the weight of my still semi-flaccid cock; the sensation of smooth silk sliding against the underside of the head and shaft sends a shiver to every nerve ending in my body; testicles pulling up tightly against the noose, my cock stretches out as a drop of pre-cum forms on the tip. I slightly rotate my pelvis to prolong the pleasure, when a quick snapping twist of her ankle connects the toe of her heel to my defenseless testicles; I jolt at the impact...
"STOP SQUIRMING!"
...feeling the pain reverberate through my body, as my balls swing back and forth helplessly.
I stiffen up & with a focused effort try to remain still. My cock, now softened by the blow, lays over the contour of her foot.
"Now before I decide which course of conditioning to apply to your discipline, I want to give you a simple test."
She reaches for a book on her desk and hands it to me. "The Sonnets" by William Shakespeare.
"Open to sonnet 129."
I fumble through the book to find the page.
She begins to rotate her ankle in a clockwise motion, sliding the silk material continuously back & forth along the underside of my cock causing my whole body to shutter; I slip into a state of bewildered ecstasy.
"Read it aloud"
"The expense of spirit in a waste of shame/ In lust in... In.."
[Thwack!!]
The sting of the crop against the shaft of my cock burns like lye, yet ignites the nerves into a frenzy; pleasure or pain? pain and pleasure.
"Pay - Attention."
She continues the teasing motion with her foot more vigorously, soothing the burn.
"Continue please, from the second line"
My head is dizzy. Cock getting harder.
"Is lust in action... and till action, lust Is per-per..."
[Thwack!!]
The second strike bites hard on red flesh. My cock is perplexed; the pleasure of smooth silk gliding under the shaft interrupted by quick licks of pain, straining to become erect against the numbing sting of the crop.
"Pay attention to the words... Not your penis!...again from the third line."
The teasing has now become torment.
"Is perjur'd, murderous, bloody, full of blame,/ Savage, extreme, rude, cruel, not to... not to..."
"ENOUGH!"
She kicks her leg upward as she rises, leaving my swollen cock bouncing up & down before coming to rest.
"You have demonstrated quite clearly that your inability to concentrate is directly related to that pathetic little penis between your legs."
She disappears behind me and returns with a round, wooden, foot stool which she places directly in front of me, level to my straining cock.
"Place your penis on the stool."
I have slipped into a dazed and lustful hypnosis; obeying her command with neither question nor thought.
My penis lays flat on the stool,... the cold wood against warm flesh.
She raises her leg, placing the sole of her heel across the shaft of my cock and lightly shifts her weight. Eyes level to her knee, tracing her leg over silk and lace, across her bare inner thigh, to a pair of white satin panties; the crease in the middle revealing the unmistakable shape of labia.
Pressing down harder, she begins slowly rotating her foot in circular motion, rolling my swelling cock back & forth over the cold hard wood. I can feel myself growing harder under her foot; pulsating against the downward pressure, the head begins to turn red, pre-cum leaking from tip.
She raises her foot and my cock springs upward and begins throbbing rhythmically.
She looks down at my erection like a craftsman satisfied with her labor.
"That's better... Now start stroking & keep stroking until I tell you to stop."
I begin stroking eagerly; a momentary sensation of relief. My eyes follow that tight, round ass, as she walks back to the cabinet.
She returns with a pair of Velcro restraints, connected by a short chain, and an unidentifiable object wrapped in her hand.
"Stand up, hands behind your back."
She positions herself behind me and efficiently secures my wrists. Then, pushing her firm breasts into my back, she reaches around and slides a thick, rubber ring over the head and down the shaft of my hard cock, pushing snugly against the silk rope; The soft touch of her fingertips causing my erection to strain and stretch upward.
The rubber ring is attached to a long wire, that leads to the small remote she holds in her left hand; the crop in her right.
Smacking her thigh with the crop to loosen up, she says...
"Now... You will not ejaculate unless I give you permission, is that clear?"
"Yes Ms. M."
Pushing a button on the remote activates a low vibration that propagates a ripple of intense pleasure to the head of my cock, and back down into my swollen testicles; now a varying shade of magenta and violet.
"Now tell me William, what exactly are you looking at when you begin to lose your focus?"
I'm confused and uncertain how she wants me to answer the question.
[Thwack!!]
"Answer my question."
"I-I... I'm looking at your breasts."
"And when you're looking at my breasts... what are you fantasizing about?"
Pause...[Thwack!!]
"I-I- I want to squeeze them in my hands."
[Thwack!!]
"And do you think I appreciate being looked on in this manner?"
"N-No Ms. M."
"What else!!?... What else are your perverted little eyes looking at?"
(Either way I'm getting hit.)
"Your legs"
[Thwack!!]
"And what pray tell are you doing to my legs?"
"I want to slide your skirt up and see the lace around your thighs."
[Thwack!!]
"And do you feel it's appropriate to be groping me with your mind with such vulgar behavior?"
"No Ms. M."
She increases the vibration. My raw cock swells harder, tighter against the rope, turning red and throbbing involuntarily.
"Tell me what else!!"
"Your ass"
[Thwack!!]
"And what awful act do you imagine doing there?"
"I-I, I want to grind my cock against it."
[Thwack!!]
"That is utterly reprehensive!"
She increases the vibration to its maximum setting. The rope now trapping the blood in my reddened cock, veins bulging on the shaft, pre-cum dripping from the inflamed head.
She begins light, rapid, tapping directly on the head of my cock.
"And tell me William...When your fantasizing about me, and stroking that tiny little penis of yours... Where do you imagine you ejaculate?"
The image of my cock sliding into her mouth, swallowed by her red lips, sends me over the edge.
"Oh my god, oh my god"
The vibration & tapping cease abruptly just as the first rope of cum shoots out. My cock stretches upward desperately, jerking up and down in uncontrollable spasms, straining to pump more fluid; cum just slowly oozing from the tip, begins leaking down the shaft.
I fall into a state of catatonic shock induced by the denial of full orgasmic release. Testicles aching, knees week, legs shaking, groin muscles contracting helplessly; I begin to lose my erection as the cum drips slowly from my cock and falls to the floor. Brought back to conscious awareness by her sadistic laugh.
"Oh you poor little boy...(giggle)... Look at what you did... You ejaculated without my permission. That must be so frustrating... I think you will require further training. Shall we say the same time next week (giggle)."
She unbinds the rope and restraints.
"Now clean up your mess and leave."
"Yes Ms. M."
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19,499 | A Yes | qwellan | NonConsent/Reluctance | 2016-11-16 | 2016-11-16 | 2022-01-01 04:05:46 | 1 | literotica.com | https://www.literotica.com/s/a-yes | Bored couple go to dinner. They come home alone. | ['Forced', 'Gagging', 'Housewife', 'Impregnation', 'Nonconsentual', 'Oral', 'Panties', 'Semen', 'Spanking', 'Stranger'] | 3.9 | Sarah sat in the restaurant alone, sipping wine waiting for desert. She wore a plunging red gown and a pearl necklace. Her husband, Lawrence, had been called away to the hospital for an emergency of some kind at 9 pm. They did not even get to eat dinner together. Sarah was used to it, or at least she thought she was used to it. She drained her glass and considered getting another, tapping her foot against the table leg. She wondered how things had gotten so boring. She was just one more soccer game away from wanting to drive off of a cliff. Boring dinners, boring parties and then there was the boring sex. She lifted her hand and an index finger and the waiter appeared next to her table and poured her another glass of wine.
" _Thank god for wine_ ", she mused.
She looked around the room and noticed a man looking at her, smiling. She lifted her hand and wiggled the back of it towards him. Her diamond flashed across the room. " _And that is that_."
The man stands up with an even bigger smile. He seemed to stand up into the sky. Long legs capped in cowboy boots, powerful thighs wrapped in blue jeans and a deep broad chest. He throws cash on his table and walks towards Sarah. Sarah takes a sip contemplating how many times she would have to say no to this man. She faces away from him. The legs approach and stop just inches away from her face. The jeans were tight. Tight enough for Sarah to know that the man dresses left. Her face dazzles a flash of red in her cheeks. Her eyes follow the tall body until she cranes her neck to look him in the face. His smile is bemused when he asks, "there is a box of kittens on the roof and you want to help me save them?"
"Does that line really ever work? ", she retorted with a raised eyebrow and knuckles on her hip.
"Um, let's see now... Out of several hundred tries, it has never worked, nope, not even once."
"Then why do you keep using it?"
"Because if you say "no" to save the kittens, you ain't no good-girl. And bad- girls always say yes.", he laughed.
"I am married and I say no to your kitten story and no to you, buh-bye!", she dismisses him with a wave of her hand, taking a sip of wine.
He seats himself and skootches his chair closer to her. "You are going to say yes, so just quit fighting it."
She caught herself staring at his face. Without a word, she gets up, takes her pearl beaded clutch and heads to the ladies room. " _How am going to get out of here?_ " she freshens up, takes a deep breath and steps out of the door, turning toward the dining room. A large meaty hand covers her mouth and another takes the back of her neck and she is swiftly pulled into an elevator.
"I told you, you would say yes and here ya are." The elevator rumbles into motion.
The door opens and the man from the dining room drags her out onto the roof. She was no match for his strength. He was huge, at least 6' 5". He removed his hand from her mouth.
"What the hell is wrong with you??? Let ME GO!"
He grabs her by the back of the neck with one hand and turns her about to face him.
He menacingly whispers "Keep your mouth shut until I tell you to wrap it around my cock, you whore!" He pulls her dress off and rips her panties down – using them to make an impromptu gag, tying it around her head. He bends Sarah over his knee.
"When I say shut up, you WILL, shut (whack) up!" (Whack! Whack!) The big hand lands hard on her ass leaving big hand prints. She tries to jump and squirm but he spanks her again.
"Are you going to shut up now?" Her ass is now red and covered in large handprints. She nods her head yes and he lets her up. He grabs her tit and pinches her nipple; he takes out a pair of nipple clamps from his pocket and puts one on each of her nipples, tightening them down. She winces. Turning her towards the wall, he unzips his jeans and pulls his cock out. Pinning her to the wall, hard, her breasts flattened against the rough exterior, her face against the roughness. He spits in his hand and rubs it over his length. Lifting Sarah up, he impales her in one swift thrust. The cock works its way inside through her soft flesh; she tries to spread her legs to let the huge cock inside. It doesn't help. Her cunt moistens as she is held motionless against the wall. The cock strokes get deeper inside, she groans as her pussy betrays her lust by wetting itself. She tries to buck against the beast of a man, but he is immoveable. Her breathing quickens as the cock begins to take full strokes, she moans through her panties.
"Yeah bitch, take my cock you cum slut", lifting Sarah up and down like a toy doll, impaling her again, and again, and again.
Her knees shuddered. " _Oh god, I've never had anyone this fucking big. It hurts so good fuck! He is gonna cum in me and I am going to get pregnant by this asshole!_ " Sarah tries to unpin her arms, but his one-handed grip on them was too strong.
He impales her again, then lifts her up and sets her down on the ground. Grabbing her hair, he then removes the panties from her mouth. She sucks in air as if to scream when he replaces the gag with his cock. Sarah's jaw stretches around the head of it. She licks and sucks, hoping he will cum in her mouth and not in her pussy.
" _Jesus! It's so big_ ", she tries to fit more in as he pulls her head towards him and his cock jams into her throat and she gags. He lets go of her head and begins to bob up and down.
"Yes you cum slut, suck that cock, suck it so good. Is that a yes?"
The wetness from her mouth runs down her face and his cock, to his balls. He pulls out of her mouth and pushes his balls to her lips. She opens her mouth and licks his balls, sucking them. She runs her tongue over each ball before sucking it into her mouth and flicking it with her tongue. " _He smells so good_ ", her hand slides up and down his thick shaft. " _oh my god, he is so hard, it is like velvet steel._ "
"Come on cum slut, suck Daddy's balls, suck 'em good."
She takes both of his balls into her mouth, sucking and slurping. She can barely fit them in.
He picks her up and arranges her into a doggy position and mounts her from behind rough and fast. His hard cock swells her body as it pierces through her. His hand thumbing her asshole, the other swats her ass as he pistons hard with his thighs driving into her, pushing her over the roof.
"Come on Slut! Daddy's gonna give you a baby!" He sings, "Having my baby what a lovely way of saying how much you love me..."
"NO, NO, NO, please don't cum in me!"
His hands press down the small of her back, preventing Sarah from crawling away. The swollen cock dives in, it feels like she is stuffed more than full as the twitching monster begins to spurt and spray the hot baby seed inside. He flips her over onto her back lifting her legs over his shoulders making sure to keep his cock in her and trapping his seed inside her. He continues to pump into her deliberately going after her G-spot.
"Do you know that the more a woman orgasms after she's been filled with cum, the more likely she is to conceive? We're not done whore. It's so cute you thought that this would all be over in just a few minutes. Nope! "
Although he had cum he was still hard and big enough to fill her and fuck her. He started rubbing her clit. He could see the tension in her body as she got closer to getting off on his cock.
"NOOOOOO, stop, stop, stop, stop", Sarah cries, tears running down her face. Her own orgasm betraying her body even as her voice betrayed her with her moans, "Oh Christ! Yes."
The monster cock lay still, throbbing and pulsing. Its owner groaning, "You know you're pregnant now, don't you? What-cha gonna do, little cum slut? Hah hah hah! And just like I told you that you would, you said yes."
Sarah pushes him over on his back, and squats on the still rigid dick, She begins to bounce up and down, moaning, "More...I want MORE! Yes, yes oh yes! Oh...oh...oh Jesus yes!"
"Go! Go, you slut whore! Fuck Daddy now! Fuck Daddy now. You LOVE
Daddy rape fucking you..."
Those were the last words Sarah remembered Daddy saying before cumming harder than she ever had in her life and passing out on top of him, like the whore he had accused her of being.
As Sarah lay passed on top of him, the stranger grabbed the pearl clutch she had dropped when he gotten her out of the red dress. He looked at her wallet and ID. He went through her phone and messages. He stalked her entire dull life in 15 minutes. But it was important. He planned on making this little dinner date from Hell a permanent meal. There was actually no proof he had knocked her up this time. But he knew where she lived now, knew her schedule, her life. He planned on becoming her world, his permanent fuck toy. He got up, and righted his clothes. He had places to be. But he'd be seeing this delicious slut again very soon, he thought to himself as he walked away from her unconscious body.
Sarah awoke alone on that rooftop. A fact she was extremely grateful for. She re-dressed as best as she could. She never did find her ruined panties. She eventually got home. Shower changed for bed and immediately fell asleep. When she woke the next morning she decided not to tell her husband what had happened.
She heard the sound of Lawrence in the shower. She hops out of bed, and heads to the shower and climbs in with Lawrence. Without saying a word she kneels and begins to suck him off in the shower. Lawrence closes his eyes as the water streams over him, she licks and sucks furiously. " _it is sure easy to suck Lawrence after yesterday._ "
He leans back, lips quivering, "Honey gotta hurry, don't wanna be... late." Groaning he quickly spurts into her mouth a sour bitter taste of his sperm.
Sarah compares it to the stranger's sweet thick cum. The thought of that huge cock wanting her, made her wetter, fingering herself as she cleans up Lawrence, who is already turning off the shower.
Sarah rushes to the door in her bathrobe as her husband hurries out to the car. She shouts "You forgot your lunch" as Lawrence drives away.
Sarah stands in the doorway looking at the empty driveway; it is as empty as her chest feels. The door closes and she retreats to the kitchen and pours herself a cup. The doorbell rings.
She cautiously looks through the peephole but can't see anything so she opens the door slowly. There stands the huge stranger holding the remnants of her panties.
He smiles, "Are you going to say yes today?"
Sarah holds the door open and replies, "Yes." |
19,500 | Yesenia the Whore | Nicola_Italia1 | NonConsent/Reluctance | 2020-08-22 | 2020-08-22 | 2022-01-01 15:46:55 | 1 | literotica.com | https://www.literotica.com/s/yesenia-the-whore-1 | Latin girl gets hers. | ['Non-Con', 'Noncon', 'Prostitute', 'Whore'] | 3.39 | Dedicated to Yesenia Gait$$ - with love
She was a very forgettable woman in body and face. She was half Asian half Mexican with a body that more resembled an emaciated Ethiopian than a woman. At 25 years old she had no curves, was bony with two shriveled up prunes for breasts. Her long black hair was ill kept and her eyes sometimes were cross eyed- an inheritance from her Asian mother.
But what she completely lacked in looks, beauty or charm she made up in her loose pussy, her tight ass hole and her mouth that needed to be pried off cocks.
Her name was Yesenia Gasan and everyone called her Yesi. She worked at simple jobs as receptionist or admin assistant to earn money that required little brains and no effort. She gave her money to her sick mother as her sister helped not at all.
She had been invited to her friend's frat party and dressed in her black dress and heels. Her hipbones jutted out from the dress as did her stick legs. Her small breasts drooped down from the bodice of the dress.
She walked into the large Georgian mansion on the campus of UCLA and noticed the couples making out and dancing to the techno music. Yesi found a keg and immediately downed four glasses of beer. She felt tingly and good and went immediately to find what she wanted the most.
She walked into a room where the big screen TV played a football game and 5 men sat watching it. She took the hand of a red headed, white guy closest to her and tried to get him to stand up.
He looked up at her and grimaced. Her Asian eyes were crossed and she looked like a caricature. He patted his hard cock and decided she was as good as any other bitch.
"Come on Lucy Lui." He mocked her and took her hand and pulled her into the bathroom next to the TV room.
He pushed her against the sink as he locked the door.
"Bend over bitch." He told her as he pushed her dress up and noticed she wasn't wearing underwear.
"Good whore, came prepared." The beefy white guy said as he unbuttoned his white jeans and exposed his cock and its bushy red hair.
With no touching or preparations he pushed his cock inside Yesi. She gasped as he grabbed hold of her hips and pounded her loose cunt.
"Oh fuck yeah." He pulled out and then rammed inside her again and jerked until her filled her loose cunt with cum.
He pulled out and left her alone in the restroom.
Yesi smoothed her dress down and walked outside again. She wandered into a billiards room where three men were playing and drinking. She could feel the beefy guy's cum spill down her leg.
"Hello." Her soft voice said. Her voice that could be so grating and annoying yet seductive when she wanted her favorite food - cock.
"Hey." They all said. Two white males and a big black guy stood staring at her.
She jumped up onto the table and lifted up her skirt for the black male to see her hairy black cunt.
"Come on then." She motioned to him and he began walking toward her ripping the buttons off his pants.
"Hot damn." He said as he came up to her and pulled her legs to around his waist and his hard 10-inch cock pounded her cum-slicked walls.
The one white guy had climbed onto the pool table and was opening his pants to stuff his cock inside Yesi's mouth. She choked on his cock as it was shoved down her throat and gagged, as it smelled like piss.
The black guy continued to pound her loose pussy as the white guy jerked his hot cum into her mouth.
The black guy flung Yesi onto her stomach as he took the sperm from her loose cunt and rammed it into her ass.
Yesi closed her eyes as she lifted her ass into the air. She loved the feeling of being stuffed and couldn't wait to feel this black cock in her ass.
The black guy laughed as he saw her hips move. "Yeah, bitch. Move like that cunt."
He pulled her hips to him and rammed his cock into her ass. "Oh, fuck!" He yelled as her ass held him tight.
The men moved Yesi back onto her back as the next white guy moved before Yesi - he had replaced his friend and fondled her droopy breasts.
"Look at these little droopy things." He told his friends as he massaged his cock and then brought it between them. He began to fuck her sad titties as his black friend fucked her up the ass.
Yesi writhed like a cat in heat between the two men and enjoyed it immensely. She dreamed of cock all the time and could never get enough. She had been having sex for so many years and she never tired of that stuffed feeling even though her pussy had long since been loosened and even her ass was becoming not so tight.
The white guy jerked his cock through her breasts and shot his hot cum onto her breasts and then forced her to suck and swallow his cum.
The black cock filled her ass with his cum and then shot the last spurt of it onto her belly.
The other white guy who had long since finished had been videotaping the entire spectacle from the corner.
"Wow guys. She's gonna go in our hot list video collection for hottest fuck."
The black guy laughed at his friend and watched Yesi get up from the table. "It certainly won't be for the tightest ass or pussy that's for damn sure."
"Or best tits. Look at those sad things." The white guy claimed.
"But come on guys. She probably eat, drinks and sleeps cock. She's hot for it." The white guy said with the video camera.
"True." The black guy agreed.
The white guy walked Yesi to the door and told her, "Next weekend is another keg party. Cum and join us." He closed the door behind her as his friend was already inserting Yesi's videotape in the small VCR in the corner of the room.
The three men all fondled themselves as they watched Yesi's legs expand and widen and four men's cum oozing out of her loose pussy and on her body. Next week would be paradise as the men lined up for the cock eating Yesenia. |
19,501 | Yes, Mistress | Bondai | NonConsent/Reluctance | 2021-11-22 | 2021-11-22 | 2022-01-01 15:46:49 | 1 | literotica.com | https://www.literotica.com/s/yes-mistress-18 | Exploring Femdom together. | ['Anal', 'Bondage', 'Femdom', 'Mistress', 'Pegging', 'Sounding', 'Yes'] | 4.38 | Introduction
Kate was triumphant "Ha! I knew I'd beat you! Now, what was the bet again?"
"The bet was for anything you wanted. Now, what would you like my sweet? A massage? To cum on my tongue? Your nipples sucked and licked for an hour?" Daniel responded with a smile.
"Oh yes, that's right, anything I wanted," Kate whispered into his ear as she stroked his rapidly hardening cock. "And if I remember right if you won then you wanted to roughly fuck my face? To slide your long, thick, hard cock into my mouth and push it deep into my throat, again and again, not stopping as I gagged and sputtered. Using my throat mercilessly until you pulled out and let your hot cum explode over my face?"
She knelt in front of him, her mouth tantalisingly close to his hard cock, her breath whispering over the sensitive, throbbing head just millimeters from her soft lips "Is this where you wanted me? On my knees? My hands cuffed behind me? Helpless? My pleading eyes looking up at you as you ravaged my poor tight throat? Your long, hard cock buried to the very hilt again and again? Making me gag? Making me choke around your thick cock? Just using me for your pleasure like some cheap whore?"
"Such a shame that won't be happening" Kate laughed as she pushed him away and stood "But I don't think a massage is really on par with that, do you?"
Daniel groaned as she stood up, his thick cock standing rock hard in front of him, the purple head throbbing.
"No, I know exactly what I'm going to claim as my prize," Kate said with a smile, "you however will have to wait to find out, I need to sort a few things first. Now go to sleep and dream about stuffing my face with your cock, since you won't be getting to do it any time soon. You can find out your penalty for losing our little bet after work tomorrow."
Saturday
Daniel had been pestering Kate with messages all day about her plans but she refused to tell him, the only response she would give being "You said anything I want, you'll find out what that is tonight."
He nearly broke the speed record for getting home after work, he had been daydreaming all day about Kate's plans and now the time was almost here for him to find out what Kate had spent the day preparing for.
"So?" he asked as he walked into the house they lived in "What does my Mistress demand as her prize for winning our bet?"
"Well," Kate replied with a smile, "It's funny that you should ask like that but all will become clear very soon. You don't need to know quite yet though. I want you to go run yourself a nice hot bath, pour a beer and relax and destress from work. When you've cooled down after your bath, I want you to come to the bedroom where I'll explain exactly what I'm going to claim as my winnings from our bet. The bet was for anything I wanted right?"
"Yes, honey, 100% anything you want, nothing off limits, I can't think of a single thing I wouldn't do for you" Daniel replied.
"Good, now go and bath and relax while I get ready," Kate said.
Daniel did as he was asked, taking his time relaxing in their deep bath with a cold glass of beer, he did not doubt that tonight was going to be very interesting after all this build-up and prep work by Kate. What was she going to demand? He'd given her no limits at all and he know that what he'd asked for if he won pushed her limits, would she do the same and push his? He kind of hoped so. "Only one way to find out," he thought to himself as he finished washing every inch of himself squeaky clean, enjoying the feeling of his hand massaging the soap around his balls, slowly soaping and lightly stroking the bulbous purple head of his hard cock and even shuddering slightly with pleasure as his fingertips found and gently soaped the tight, puckered hole of his ass. Eventually, he got out, drained the water, put on his toweling dressing gown, and headed to the bedroom where Kate and her bet winnings awaited him.
He found Kate curled up on their bed, she was also in her dressing gown, her legs curled under her and reading a book. She looked up as he entered and asked "Are you ready to find out what I want as my winnings?"
Daniel nodded, eager to discover what was in store.
"Good," Kate said tossing him a sleep mask from the bed next to her, "Put this on and we can get ready before I explain exactly what is going to happen"
Daniel did as he was asked, slipping the sleep mask over his eyes and continuing to stand before her. He sensed movement just before his dressing gown was slowly removed from his body leaving him standing naked in their bedroom. "It's funny," he thought briefly "I've stood naked in front of her a thousand times over the years, somehow it's different being blindfolded and not knowing what is going to happen"
He recognised the feeling of leather as the thick restraints were buckled around his wrists, he didn't object to them or pull away, he trusted her completely and had no fear of being restrained by her. She gently pulled his hands behind him and locked the 2 leather cuffs together, leaving him completely helpless.
Kate removed his blindfold and stood before him, she was dressed for the occasion wearing a very sexy black Basque and stockings but no panties. Her perfectly clean-shaven pussy was framed by the black lace and already slightly glistening with wetness. In her hand, she was holding a wicked-looking black leather riding crop which she was very lightly tapping against her stocking- clad leg as she walked around the room.
"So, you dirty boy," she began, "I've seen the pictures that you've been looking at on the internet, lots and lots of Female Domination. This weekend your body belongs to me and we are going to explore that. I've been doing some research online and together we are going to discover what I like to do and where some of your limits are"
Daniel just groaned and his cock started to swell as he looked at his beautiful Mistress and thought about what might be in store for him.
"Do you submit to your Mistress this weekend?" she asked
With no hesitation, he responded, "Yes, Mistress."
"I'm glad you've decided to submit to me. The rules of this are fairly simple until 6 am on Monday you are mine, you will do anything I want you to and I can do whatever I want with you, whenever and where ever I want. We set no limits so there aren't any, I'm going to use this weekend to see exactly how far I can push you to go. I've been doing some research online and found some very interesting ways to play with you and this week I'm going to try them all and see what I enjoy. All you have to do is obey, instantly and without question or you will be punished. Is that clear?"
"Yes Mistress"
"And what can I do with you this weekend?"
"Anything you want to Mistress"
"And what will you do for me this weekend?"
"Anything you command me to Mistress"
"And what are your limits this weekend?"
"No limits Mistress"
"Good, now kneel before me. You're going to start this week by showing me how well you can eat my ass. I want you to prove to me what a good slave you're going to be this weekend."
"Yes Mistress" Daniel responded as he slowly and carefully knelt, his hands still cuffed behind him.
Kate turned and kept her long, runner's legs straight and her feet apart bent over the bed. The view presented to Daniel made him gasp, her perfect ass framed by her black suspenders, her pink, shaven pussy glistening with wetness, and the tight rosebud of her amazing ass peeking out from between her tight cheeks. He wasted no time, leaning in and planting his tongue right in the center of her tight ass, licking and kissing her sensitive puckered hole. Kate reached back and held her cheeks apart, allowing him to push his wet, probing tongue as deep into her tight ass as possible causing her to lose control and cum hard. Daniel didn't stop, he continued to devour her perfect ass as she writhed on the bed as her orgasm crashed over her.
He continued to kneel, staring at her amazing ass and quivering, wet pussy, so wantonly displayed, bent over in front of his face until eventually Kate closed her legs and pulled herself fully onto the bed.
"Well," she said, "that was....... just about adequate for a new Slave, but you'll have to have a lot more practice before this weekend is over."
"Yes, Mistress."
"But that is later, for now, I have something else in mind for you, you might like it, you might not but it's going to happen regardless. Do you understand?"
"Yes, Mistress"
She reached over to the opposite side of the bed to where he was kneeling and picked up a bag. She walked around to behind him and gently laying the crop on his left shoulder says "now, face forward and don't look around or you will regret it."
"Yes, Mistress"
He hears rustling from the bag and senses movement but resists the urge to glance behind him and risk feeling the bite of the wicked-looking crop. After a minute or so Kate stepped around in front of him and Daniel saw the extremely large, thick, black dildo hanging from the harness which she had buckled around her waist.
"I see you're admiring my new cock?" Kate asked with a smile, "it's 8 inches long and before this weekend is over I'm going to bury every one of those 8 thick inches deep into your ass"
Daniel whimpered at the thought of being fucked with such a huge dildo, far bigger than anything he'd ever even dreamed of attempting.
"But before we can get to that," Kate continued "we need to start a touch smaller don't you think?"
"Oh yes Mistress, thank you, Mistress."
Kate reached into the bag and pulled out a much smaller dildo and Daniel almost sighed with relief. It was half the size of the big, black monster, just 4 inches long and slighter thicker than a finger. She switched them out on the harness she was wearing and slipped the big one back into the bag,
"Now," she said "Since I've been kind to you, you can provide the lube for the hard ass fucking you're about to get. Open your mouth and suck"
He was apprehensive but did as he was told, slobbering and sucking on the smaller dildo, trying to get it as wet as he possibly could. After a minute or so of his slobbering, Kate took a firm grasp of his hair and thrust the dildo as deep into his mouth as she could. Thankfully this was a small toy and just barely reached his throat but he gagged slightly all the same as she forced it into him.
"Be thankful it's not the other one Slave" She taunted, "Imagine being made to choke on all 8 inches. Now get on the bed, face down"
He did as she demanded, face down, his hands still cuffed behind him, on his knees and ready to be fucked hard. Kate wasn't as mean as she'd said and he felt relief as the cold blob of lube was rubbed into and around the tight puckered ring of his ass.
"I hope you're ready Slave," Kate said as she lined the tip of the dildo up. A very slight push seating the tip into his tight hole. With no more warning, she slammed her hips forward, sinking the small toy to the hilt in his ass. Daniel gasped at the sudden violation but Kate just pulled back slowly to almost the very tip and then slammed forward again. Soon she was fucking him, hard and fast and Daniel was groaning below her. The sensations were almost overwhelming for Daniel, it felt like he was on the verge of orgasm as she pounded away but the slight pain stopped him from tipping over the edge, his hard cock, untouched was leaking pre-cum from the angry looking, swollen purple head.
He didn't know how long she fucked him, just that he was desperate to cum when she finally stopped. If his hands hadn't been tied he would have struggled to not reach for his aching cock and finish himself off. Kate just left him writhing and gasping on the bed as she slipped out of the harness.
After a few minutes, when he had composed himself, Kate unclipped his hands and told him to lie on his back on the bed. Daniel did as he was asked and soon his wrists were reattached to the bedposts, leaving him vulnerable once more.
"Fucking your tight ass got me extremely horny Slave," Kate said as she swung her leg over his helpless face, "now you need to do something about that and eat my wet pussy."
With that she lowered herself onto his very willing tongue and groaned as he went to work on her, soon she had lost any last bit of restraint she had and settled all her weight onto him and began grinding her wet pussy over his mouth, tongue, and nose, riding his face for all she was worth as she orgasmed multiple times, soaking him with her juices.
She fell back off his face, still sitting on his chest, her red, puffy, soaked pussy just inches from his face. After a few minutes, she had recovered herself, reached across the bed for the sleep mask that she'd discarded earlier, and slipped it on him. He listened as she left the room and shut the door behind her.
He had no idea how long had passed, but it was probably just a few minutes later when he heard the door to their bedroom open and she came back in. He felt more strong leather cuffs being buckled around his ankles and then his legs lifted and spread before being tied to the headboard of their bed. He winced at the thought of quite how exposed both his cock and ravished ass were to her, especially when he heard the unmistakable sound of a camera shutter firing.
"Warm! warm and wet on his balls," he thought. He quickly realised that she was washing his balls and surrounding area including his tender ass with a flannel soaked in hot water.
BUZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZ
"Oh God, is that a vibrator?" he thought
He soon discovered that he was wrong as she started to trim away some of the hair around the base of his cock and on his balls with the buzzing hair clippers. She worked quickly and quietly, not talking to him as she clipped back his unrulily pubic hair. Soon she was satisfied and switched off the clippers before reaching for the hot flannel once again.
"Oh, what is THAT" he gasped
"Quiet Slave," Kate replied as she rubbed the shaving cream over his balls "or I'll use my nice little crop on these sensitive balls of yours."
Daniel took her warning to heart and kept perfectly silent and very still as she stretched the skin of his scrotum out and used an old-style singled bladed razor to carefully shave him perfectly smooth.
More shutter noises followed as Kate took more photos of his now nicely groomed cock and balls.
"Now, let's really get started shall we?" Kate asked as she took off his blindfold.
She reached over him to the side of the bed and picked up a medium-sized butt plug, it wasn't huge but it sure was a long way from small and it made him gulp as he realised that tied as he was, it was going into him no matter what. Kate was kind though, her tongue working into his well-fucked ass making him gasp and whimper. Her slow, deep oral helped him relax his once tight ass and slowly stretching him, firstly with 1 finger and then 2 before she started to slowly fuck him with the well-lubricated plug. Finally, the tight ring of his ass slipped over the widest point and it seated itself all the way home, deep in his ass.
Kate took more pictures, making sure to capture the T-shaped handle of the plug buried in his ass as well as his rock-hard cock showing how much he enjoyed the feeling.
"Now you are nicely full, let's see about that hard cock shall we?" Kate asked.
Daniel just whimpered as she took his throbbing cock in her hand and grasped it tightly. What followed was the most erotic, maddening, sexual experience of his life as the women he loved slowly stroked, licked, sucked, and fondled his super sensitive cock. She made sure to make him squirm and paid extra attention to the throbbing purple head, rubbing lube over it, running her finger around under the ridge of it. Every time he got close to cumming she backed off, slowed down, or changed her area of focus until Daniel was begging her to allow him to cum.
"Before I let you cum for me, I've something else I want to try," Kate said as she slipped off the bed and picked something up from the floor. It was a bowl of water with something in but Daniel couldn't see what was in store for him.
"This," Kate said as she held one up for him to see, "is a stainless steel Urethral Sound. I've got a whole set of them ranging from 3mm wide right up to the biggest at 18mm wide. They've been sitting in boiling water for about 45 minutes now sterilising and I'm going to lube them up and ever so slowly explore deep into your hard cock with them. You are either going to love having your cock stretched and fucked on the inside while I slowly stroke the outside or you're not, either way, at least one of these are going into you"
Daniel didn't know what to think, one of his most secret fantasies was about to happen. He'd seen the videos on the internet of men being sounded by their dominant partners but never expected it could happen to him.
His thoughts were interrupted as Kate applied the medical-grade lube to the head of his cock and started to introduce the warmed steel rod into him, just an inch deep at first but slowly working it deeper and deeper into him, all the while slowly stroking his thick cock and teasing its sensitive head.
Daniel was lost, he couldn't form a sentence, he couldn't even think straight. All he could focus on was the sensations in his cock and the thick plug buried in his ass. Kate had worked up to the 6mm sound, stretching and filling his cock, and now she seemed determined to make him explode in orgasm.
Finally, the sensations were too much and as Kate pulled the heavy metal from the tip of his cock it was followed with a fountain of cum. Kate didn't stop her attentions though, she quickly lowered her head to catch as much cum in her mouth as she could, fastening her lips over his sensitive throbbing head. She moved up the bed, her hand still rubbing the over-sensitive head of his cock and making him squirm and whimper. Reaching down she kissed him deeply, his cum flowing into his mouth from hers as she did so. This done she turned her full attention back to his poor cock once more and really began to overstimulate the shiny purple head. She ignored all of his protests, making him beg and whimper asking her to please stop. Finally, after a few minutes that felt like hours to him, she reached down and with her final few strokes of his angry purple head slowly pulled the thick plug from him.
He was a babbling mess as he came once more, whimpering as he laid there, spent, totally exhausted and wondering what was in store for him tomorrow. |
19,502 | Yes, Officer! | anallover29 | NonConsent/Reluctance | 2009-07-10 | 2009-07-10 | 2022-01-01 15:46:50 | 1 | literotica.com | https://www.literotica.com/s/yes-officer-4 | Allyson gets pulled over and taken advantage of. | ['Aggressive', 'Anal', 'Bondage', 'Cop', 'Emt', 'Exhibition', 'Officer!', 'Police', 'Ravishment', 'Traffic Stop', 'Yes'] | 4.24 | It was a beautiful summer day in Indiana, and Allyson couldn't help but let her hair down while driving to feel the breeze through her hair. She had an exotic beauty that got her noticed by most guys but a ferociousness that kept most guys that she found attractive at bay. She had a look in her eye that could be both young and innocent look, and the look that could make most people cringe in fear. With her long brown curly hair that was streaked with crimson and gold, she could play the girl next door, or the vixen in a forgotten fantasy. Allyson had the usual Indiana accent as well, the part southern Belle, part inner city ghetto, she quaintly called it Hillbilly ghetto. She hadn't had a real boyfriend in a long time and being in EMS where most of the guys were married on the prowl, or just plan looking for their kicks she took advantage.
Recently she had gotten into a relationship so when she had found that a certain someone, she met at one of the many hospitals, had caught her eye, she felt that it was her bad luck for her to meet this man now in her life. It was a police officer with dark eyes and dark features, just like her current boyfriend. First time she met him she thought, wow they could be twins, they even had the same tone in their voice. He kept showing up at her destinations to strike up chats with her. She kept it cool, and didn't show her true interests, she just thought it was interesting that he kept showing up unexpectedly at the hospitals, always with an excuse that he was there to subdue a psych patient that was on a rampage, or to chat with other officers about something totally unimportant. She then thought that it would definitely be entertaining to have her boyfriend, and his look-a-like in bed.
That had been going on for about 3 weeks, and today she was off work and going for a drive on one of the many back country roads around where she lives in the country. There are no real speed limits on these roads, so when the CD she was listening to was changing songs and she started really paying attention and looked in her rear view mirror it was to her surprise to see an unmarked police cruiser behind her with their lights on. She didn't know how long the cruiser was behind her, she just knew it was going to be a pain on this road to pull over to make sure that if, and it was a big if, someone drove past not to damn near hit her car or the police officers'.
She pulled over as far as she could and got out her normal routine of license and registration, and turning down the blaring music of her radio. She took a deep breath knowing she was probably speeding yet again.
She wasn't paying attention; she was enjoying her loud music, driving in her new convertible with the top down. She waited patiently for the officer to make his condescending approach to the car. She took a deep breath, staring at the steering wheel she said, "Here you go officer, I don't know how fast I was going, and I don't know the speed limit out here, so do what you will to me." She didn't look up until she heard his voice, and she was even more shocked when realization hit her.
"Ma'am I would watch who you say 'do what you will' to." He was looking like a Greek god right at that moment, sunlight just behind his head when she looked up, dark skin, sincere look in his eyes, and a smile across his lips. She knew before she read on his nametag, his voice to her was unmistakable. It was her police officer, Officer J. Sheppard the name tag had said the first time she looked at it, she had memorized everything about his features, his smile, the way he looked when he was upset, and the warmth on his face every time he managed to cross Allyson's path. She was so stunned at that moment she couldn't speak; she had wanted a chance alone with him since the moment they met, just to see how much alike to her boyfriend he really was.
J had noticed he had shocked Allyson, her mouth was hanging open, and she seemed to have stopped breathing. He became alarmed and said, "Allyson, are you O.K.?"
She stammered for a couple seconds blinked a few times before she could make a complete sentence. She said, "Yeah, I'm great, but why are you out in my neck of the woods? Indy is a bit far from here, and aren't you on duty?"
He looked at her with a questioning look on his face eyebrow cocked up high for effect and he said, "Yes, I am on duty, I work this area too now, and that's why I pulled you over, you were going 15 mph over the speed limit, and your driver's side tail light is out."
Allyson was one to check for those things on her car and knew that the taillight wasn't out unless it was a brake light, she was thinking fast and asked, "How long have you been following me?"
He looked almost smug, and said, "Not long, but long enough to know you were having fun driving at break neck speeds down a country road with the top down, I'm surprised you even noticed me when you did, I thought I was going to have to chirp my siren at you."
That's about the time she looked at him with her best puppy dog look and said, "J, you aren't really going to give me a ticket are you? That would really ruin this beautiful day"
He looked around for a moment, and said, "Give me a minute, since I already radioed this in, so I have to say something and run your information."
She smiled at him, and watched him walk back to his cruiser, but then deflated. She knew she had some past driving offenses but most of them should be off her record. She couldn't help the need for speed she had and when she owned a decent car that could handle curves at 40 mph like she did now, she took those curves at 40, instead of the suggested 20 mph. She sat there and lit a cigarette, trying to calm her nerves, She hadn't realized until right then that she was actually getting turned on by this whole interaction with J. She had always thought he was handsome, and had a bad boy look that even the police uniform couldn't hide. The uniform actually enhanced that quality. She had mentioned to her boyfriend that she wanted to act out a fantasy while he was dressed as a cop. She had finished her cigarette and put it out in the ashtray that was in the dash, thinking I'm going to play good girl and not flick it out into the field.
Allyson turned the music back up a little bit waiting for J to return to her window. She was listening to a mix of different metal, and alternative music, that was hard and mind numbing then mixed with soft melodic tones from Evanescence and Nickleback. Right now, was "Hello" by Evanescence, which Allyson started singing under her breath. She closed her eyes humming along to the tune. In the midst of her losing herself in the beautiful piano and Amy Lee's voice she heard footsteps approaching from behind her, she leaned her head back against the head rest and smiled without opening her eyes. As soon as she felt his presence at the side of her car, she said "So, Officer, what's the verdict?"
In the most serious voice she had ever heard him use he said, "Step out of the car ma'am." Her eye flew open and looked up into his face, no sign of joking, no smile, no warmth, just an ice-cold stare behind those sunglasses that sent a chill down her spine. It was 90 degrees outside and she had been wearing a skirt for once, and only a spaghetti strapped black tank top, she had been sweating until she saw that look on his face.
The only reply she could think of was, "Are you kidding me?"
He shook his head to answer her. She stepped out of the car and faced him. That was when everything went so fast she couldn't think straight. He took her by the upper arm and forced her up against the front of her car. And started to frisk her. Moving his hands up and down her sides and down her back to her ass, and down to the bottom of her skirt. He had lingered a little too long on her hips, he was very close to her, she could feel his groin and gun belt up against her bottom. He had one hand on hers that was placed on the hood, while the other went searching for items on her person. She couldn't believe she was under arrest, the only thing that was going through her head was ARE YOU FUCKING KIDDING ME!!!!! She had been having such a great day, and now it was going to come crashing down on her, how was it that bad things always seemed to happen like this, to her.
Next thing she knew, the hand that was holding hers down on the car hood was bringing her arm behind her back. Followed by the other arm, handcuffs being placed on her wrists. J turned her around to face him and said, "Okay we can do this one of 2 ways, you can fight or we can go quietly."
Allyson's jaw dropped, she looked daggers at him and said, "What the hell, I haven't done anything THAT bad, and why would I fight, I'm already handcuffed, not much I can do now, is there? And anyway what are you arresting me for?"
His face only changed slightly, then with the smuggest look he could muster he said, "I'm just taking advantage of my situation, beautiful woman on a deserted barely used back road, in the middle of my town, I couldn't resist." At that he flipped her back around pressed her against her car, and ran his hands up the front of her body working from her hips, up her abdomen to her breasts which were heaving already because of her anger.
She screamed, "Don't put your hands on me like that. I'm taken I'm sorry you can't handle that!! Get your hands off me!!" She fought against him with very little results. He pushed her down and held her still for a couple minutes to calm her down
He leaned over her grinding his cock into her ass and said right into her ear, "Look bitch, I don't want to fight with you, I just want to give you what you have been begging for the last few weeks." He squeezed her breasts with both hands, and reached up to her chin and brought her to look over her shoulder at him. He looked at her in the eyes with a glimmer of satisfaction in his eyes. "I have wanted you since I met you, and now in the middle of no where I get my chance, I'm not passing it up. And the looks you have given me in the past I know you want me too, so take it like a good girl."
In that instant a flash of understanding came over her, and she couldn't believe it, had he read her mind about wanting to be taken over while handcuffed, or had she mentioned it sometime in their banter back and forth. She didn't know most discussion between EMS and police is either professional or dripping with sexual innuendos she didn't know if that side of her had ever been let out around him. She looked at him as best she could, and said as sexily as possible, "What if I don't want to be a good girl?" all she could think of right now was, Holy shit, I'm getting my chance with J, and a fantasy being played out all at the same time WOOHOO!!!
"Then I will just have to force you, now won't I." He then grinned widely, and pressed his lips up against hers roughly. He released her face and began to move his hands down her hips, down her thighs to where the bottom of the skirt was, he pulled it up and wrapped the bottom of her skirt around her cuffed hands, and began rubbing his hands on her ass. She was already wet from seeing him and getting excited, it didn't help she wasn't wearing any panties today. It surely didn't help to get all excited about being out in the middle of no where pressed up against a car, handcuffed about to have a man fondle, play, and fuck her right up against that car. Her mind couldn't handle it all.
She felt him move his right hand up and down on her ass cheeks, his left hand on her shoulder pulled her back so he could whisper in her ear, "You aren't wearing any panties, do you think about being used, and masturbate while driving down the road wearing this skirt?"
Her mind was exploding in passion, and she looked back and said, "Not normally, nothing I can do about how wet I am now anyway, look at where my hands are." He went up and licked on her ear as his right hand reached between her legs to feel how wet she was. Dripping was the answer he got.
He gathered some of the juices on his fingers brought them up and licked them off his fingers, right before pulling her face to his to kiss her. He kissed her searching for her tongue with his. She could taste herself on his tongue. She knew she tasted sweet, and most people loved going down on her because she would get dripping wet and tasted pretty damn good. While they were kissing he reached down with his hand and put 2 fingers into her dripping wet pussy, soaking them thoroughly, and brought them back out to slather her anus with juices. He roughly pressed 1 and then 2 fingers into her ass. She couldn't help but moan loudly against the intruders. She hadn't had anyone go right for her ass without some prodding from her first. He moved his fingers in and out of her ass. He had his left arm wrapped around her chest grabbing one of her breasts pulling her against him.
Her hands being the only thing between them, she had felt behind her and noticed her hands were by where his groin was. So she opened her hands to find a very hard cock underneath the uniform pants. She rubbed her hands up against it. She couldn't help it she was a slave to her passion when it was piqued.
Just then, J broke their kiss, kissing her neck, and biting her roughly. "So you like being ravished. Well, I want see what a slut like you tastes like straight from the source.." He then went down on his knees, she knew if she really wanted to get out of this position all she had to do was kick him in the face, but she didn't, she wanted everything she was getting and more. Just at that moment as if reading her mind he placed both his hands on her calves, and pulled them apart, looking up at her he said, "No funny stuff, I like to give before I receive, especially when it's someone as sweet tasting as you."
He pressed a hand on her back to push her forward over her car, her ass pointed at his face. He made an animalistic grunt, and began to lick her. She had never had anyone that had eaten her like this. His tongue went from just above her clit all the way to her anus, where he licked at her ass probing it with his tongue. Then back down to her pussy licking around it. She never had anyone lick her this way, like they truly enjoyed every part of her and wanted to give her pleasure as much as she liked giving it. He went back to her clit and flicked it with his tongue sucking on it. He moved his hands up her legs to her ass, pulling the cheeks apart so he could lick on her ass some more tasting every part of her. He even caught the bit of juices that were dripping down her leg. He licked it from where it was all the way up her leg back to her pussy, she couldn't help what she was feeling, she damn near came from the feel of it all right then. The teasing the dominance the sense she gave up her will was making her reach her peak very fast. He could feel her about to let loose that's when he backed up and came up behind her, grabbing her chin with his hand and said, "Not yet you aren't, this isn't for your pleasure, it's for mine, maybe next time it can be all about you."
That's when he grabbed her by her hair pulled it back licked her lips, and shoved her down onto her knees. "Open up." He said roughly. She opened her mouth obediently. His hand still pulling hard on the back of her hair, he reached down and pulled out his cock with the other hand. She had been wanting to see, feel, and taste his cock for a long time, trying to win him over with her flirtatious ways prior to this meeting.
He placed it right on her lips, where she reached out and licked the head of his cock lovingly. He leaned just enough that he could slap her across the face wth his eretic penis. He put it back to her lips, every couple tenative licks he would slap her with it again, leaving a red outline of the head of his engorged cock on her cheek.
Finally, looking down at her, he saw that her mouth was still open but had a tear running down her cheek from the humilation she endured. He placed the head of his cock right up to her lips, and told her, "Suck on it good."
She began again licking all around the head trying to move her head so that she could take him in her mouth. Knowing the game of being dominated by her boyfriend she swallowed her pride and let his cock slide out her mouth. She looked up at him and begged on her knees, "Can I please suck on your cock, I want to suck on it so bad I just need it in me." At that moment she didn't care where he stuck it as long as she could feel it inside her. At the moment the mouth was going to have to work. She opened her mouth wide right then, and he shoved it all the way into her mouth.
She almost gagged, from the force but she didn't care, she never had her mouth fucked before, and she wanted it. She wanted to be used like this, and only her boyfriend had known that. All her walls were breaking down there. She sucked on the cock in her mouth, closing her eyes, moving her tongue around it letting it slid in and out of her mouth. He was pumping his hips back and forth fucking her mouth. She could taste the pre cum in her mouth. Feeling her hair being pulled and getting her mouth fucked like that was getting her hotter by the second. Her ass was exposed to whatever was behind her down the road, she could feel the wetness dripping down her leg again. Even with the asphalt digging into her knees, all she could think of is the overwhelming passion, and excitement she was feeling.
Right as she thought he was about to give her what she wanted, which was to taste his cum, he stopped her just short. He had been grunting loudly, every time her tongue flicked on the head of his cock while he was fucking her mouth he moaned loudly from the feel of it. He pulled he up by her hair. And shoved her, leaning her over the car again. He pulled roughly on her tank top and ripped the straps of it to expose her breast. He squeezed them both pulling her back against him. Her ass against his cock, she could feel it between her legs. She rubbed her hips against his, and felt his cock getting wet from the juices between her legs dripping from her. He moaned in her ear when he felt her rubbing her wet pussy all over his cock getting it wet without being inside her. He squeezed her breast hard and pulled her against him harder. The gun belt and her hands were in her back, but she could feel his chest against her upper back heaving up and down.
Allyson reached down for his cock pressed against her ass, trying to guide into her. She wanted to feel his cock in her pussy and her ass badly. She finally said, "Please, please fuck me. I want to feel you inside me. Fuck me hard in my ass if you want, but please just put your hard cock in me."
He reached down with one of his hands and started rubbing his cock up against her clit. Teasing her with the cock just at the opening of her pussy, he said "So, you want me to fuck you in your ass?"
All she could manage was a whimpering, "Yes." She was in some pain from her hands being handcuffed, and the awkward position he had pulled her body against his. But she was a trembling mess, and wanted to be fucked.
Just then J put his cock right at the opening of her pussy and just put the tip in, she tried to move her hips back to take it all the way in her but failed, he moved with her, just wanting the tip inside her for a minute going in and out in very small thrusts. Just when she thought he wasn't going to do what she wanted he slammed his cock deep in her tight dripping wet pussy, hard. Both of them moaned loudly. He started going in and out of her hard and fast, making her slam against the hood of the car. He then took one of his hands and placed 2 fingers in her ass fucking them in and out of her ass and the same tempo he had with his cock in her pussy.
She squeezed the walls of her pussy around his cock making herself tighter around him. She felt him close to cumming again, his body tensing up behind her, and he stopped, he was enjoying the feel of her too much. He pulled out of her rubbing this cock up against her ass. He had managed to get 3 fingers in her ass at that time without her really noticing.
He was still fucking his fingers in and out of her ass. He reached around her and started playing with her clit. Gathering up juices again he licked them off his fingers, then went back down and gathered up more on his fingers and stuck the fingers in her mouth. She licked at them without thinking. Licking and sucking on his fingers hungrily. The next time he put his fingers down to her clit he just rubbed her clit and down to her pussy. He leaned forward and whispered in her ear, "How much do you want to feel my cock in your ass?"
She was close to cumming already and was going to go over the edge if he put her cock in her ass, so she replied, "I want it bad, so bad I can taste it. Please fuck me in my ass."
That's all he needed, a little begging from her. He moved back a bit, pulled his fingers out of her ass, and placed his cock there. Pressing up against her ass he entered her with little resistance. She felt filled up. She started to move her hips back on him, wanting everything he gave her. Taking him deep inside her ass. He was still moving his fingers from her pussy to her clit. All of it pushed her over the edge, she came loudly, her breasts pressed up against the car, feeling the cock sliding in and out of her ass, the handcuffs restraining her, and the fingers playing with her clit and pussy. He came right after her, filling her ass up with cum. He came so hard he didn't pull out right away, he had to lean up against her on the car hood.
After coming down from their sexual high for a second, he pulled out of her and pulled up his pants. She lay there for a moment composing what thoughts were left in her head. Which were none.
He took the handcuffs off her and turned her around. She looked up at in those dark brown eyes. She slapped his chest and said, "Ok, u have some explaining to do... First, the uniform, being able to follow me, and what the hell is up with the car? Who let u borrow an unmarked car?"
He looked at her amused, and said "Well baby, I wanted it to be a surprise. I didn't really want to expect me to come chasing you down, so I could fulfill one of your fantasies in public no less. Plus, I think it was pretty brilliant with the disguise, all it was, was some contacts and the fake teeth. Did you like it the surprise at least?"
Her chest was still heaving from everything, "Well, that was a great surprise, did you at least turn off the cam on the cruiser?"
He looked back like he had forgotten and said "Oh shit!!", then turned a sly little grin on his face, and said, "Of course silly, I borrowed the car from Hector, you don't recognize it? I told him what I was wanted to do to you and he was all for it, hell he wanted to join. I turned him down since I like you all to myself." J pulled her in for a passionate kiss. "Anyway, are you really that upset, you came pretty hard." He licked his lips, and kissed her. Looking her square in the eyes he said, "Ready for round 2? I'll clean off a place for you to sit so I can eat lunch." Wiping his mouth with his hand.
She winked up at him and said, "Good thing I only live like a min from here. Do I get a police escort home?"
He replied, "Well of course, I want to take my time eating, you should know that, I can't get enough of how juicy and sweet you are, now get that sexy ass in the car, and let's go." With a slap on her ass she went to pull down the back of her skirt, which was still pulled up. He grabbed her hand and shook a finger at her, "Nope, sit on a towel or something but I wanna be able to think of you damn near naked while driving home, already got your shirt ripped might as well just take that off."
She glanced back and said, "Fine, but only if I get to tease the hell out of you later." With that she got into the car, and drove home, with J in front, knowing round 2 would be another mind blowing escapade like what just happened. |
19,503 | Yes! Please Yes! | Pornprincesst | NonConsent/Reluctance | 2010-12-01 | 2010-12-01 | 2022-01-01 15:46:48 | 1 | literotica.com | https://www.literotica.com/s/yes-please-yes | The Continuing Story of Caitlyn and Neil. | ['Anal', 'Big Cock', 'Big Tits', 'Clothes', 'Forced'] | 4.48 | Caitlyn was surprised when she awoke in her own bed. The last thing she remembered was passing out in the kitchen as Neil was commencing round four. The big rapist she had met at the Grocery store had claimed her for his own, and she was surprised to have awoken alone. Were it not for the condition of her body, she may have been tempted to believe the night before was all a dream. But the rainbow of hand and finger shaped bruises, the tingling tenderness of her cunt and ass, the tightness in muscles she never even knew she had, the soreness of her throat; all belied that thought.
The petite redhead stood and took a shower. She dressed, glad that she had a weekend to try to bounce back from her encounter. She knew she couldn't call the police, she had enjoyed it too much, Neil had turned her out completely. She was ready to do it all over again, and just as she was lamenting the fact that the night would never be repeated; she found the note he had left on the counter.
Caity me little darling, Had to go grab my gear. I'll be back before noon. Be dressed. I'm taking your big tittied ass shopping. You need some clothes that let the whole world know how fucking sexy you are now that you are mine.
Love, Neil.
Caitlyn shivered in anticipation. She ran to the bedroom and changed into some more leaving the house appropriate clothes. She threw off her sweats and pulled on jeans she had shoved to the back of the closet months ago, when she decided that they were too fitted in the thighs, and a top one of the girls at work had given her a few Christmases ago hoping to pull her out of her shell a bit. Looking in the mirror she pulled her hair up into a high cheerleader ponytail. All in all she looked nice, though still very conservative, and a bit young. But when Neil returned and saw her he simply grunted as he pulled his long thick cock from his pants.
Her mouth started to water. But despite the fact that she desperately wanted to taste him again she wanted, needed him to take control. She sat there just staring at the huge dick in front of her. Neil walked over and grabbed her hair and yanked her to her knees. Rubbing his cock over her face, he laughed. "Like it rough do you. You can't just give it up. I've gotta take it. That's fine. I like it like that just fine. Fucking you hard, forcing you to give every inch before I take a yard. Shit, you little bitch, that just makes me hot. Suck my fucking cock, you little slut. I want to feel your throat working around my dick."
Caitlyn moved her head up and down, fighting to bury her nose in the wiry hairs at the base of Neil's cock. She knew without a doubt that she was sick but she found herself getting more and more aroused by Neil's aggression, and dominance. She just loved the feel of his hands wrapped tight in her hair, ramming her head up and down on his massive erection. The feel of him popping the head of his dick in and out past her uvula and down past her gag reflex, had her so aroused she was not thinking straight at all. Neil grabbed her head and forced himself balls deep into her throat and unloaded his balls. Caitlyn found herself a bit disappointed that he'd cum without her getting to taste barely any of his jizz.
"Come on Caity Darlin', we've got some shopping to do. You still look like you took a fucking vow of chastity." Neil laughed. He knew that he had just aroused Caitlyn, greatly by taking his own orgasm without giving any thought to hers...but he wanted her soaking wet by the end of the day. Tonight when he fucked her, she was going to shoot off like a firecracker and she wouldn't be able to hide from her own perversities then.
Neil took Caitlyn to a nearby mall and he spent the day outfitting her to his specifications. When she inevitably baulked, he would simply power through by the force of his dominating personality. Each display of power, both intriguing and baffling Caitlyn even further. By the end of their time in the very first store, Fredrick of Hollywood, Caitlyn's head and pussy were positively swimming. She now owned corsets every style she could imagine and every color of the rain bow. Garter belts, and stockings, bustiers, and panties. Actually the panties surprised Caitlyn, but she soon realized that Neil was one who loved to rip them off.
Then onto Hot Topic and Wet Seal for tiny outfits that made her want to hide. And finally shoes, hooker boots, and stripper heels. Every shoe was chosen based on how her ass looked, and whether they would feel good against Neil as he fucked her. Especially a delicious looking and feeling pair of chocolate suede four and a half inch thigh high lace up the back boots, Neil could easily picture her in those and nothing else. While at the shoe store they ran into a surprising turn of events. The sales person assisting them was a statuesque blonde, who apparently liked small redheads. The larger woman kept running her hands up and down the second skin of Caitlyn's jeans. Several times she surreptitiously rubbed her hands over Caitlyn's full, sexy ass. Caitlyn kept glancing over at Neil, hoping that he would stop the lesbian amazon, but one look at his face illustrated the fact that he loved the show. When her co-worker went on break, leaving the three of them alone in the store, Oma pounced. She pushed Caitlyn into a corner and began to devour her mouth. Caitlyn struggled against the larger woman, knowing once and for certain that she wasn't even the least bit bisexual.
Finally Neil interceded. It did take him a moment to realize that Caitlyn really did not like this. The realization hit when she ceased struggling all together and stood there stiff as a board. Striding over Neil grabbed the larger of the two women by her shoulder and wrenched her away from HIS woman. "She is MINE. I know she is sexy as hell and that victim vibe she gives off makes her even hotter...but hands off. She doesn't want you. So back off."
Neil paid for all their purchases, forcing the bitch to give them her discount to prevent him from taking the sexual assault to her manager, or worse the police. They left the mall and headed to a small, slightly run down shopping center. There Neil dragged her into a small store, where she had to show her ID before they would let her in the door. Caitlyn's eyes were HUGE as she looked around at the contents of the store. Neil pushed her towards a counter. Under the glass were a plethora of toys and paddles. Neil picked out some restraints, three different paddles, all of which had handles that could double as dildos. Walking Caitlyn around the store he pointed out several different things to her. He was unsurprised when she seemed to freeze in front of a display of nipple clamps. He let her pick out a set, and he was pleased when she picked out exactly what one would need for long, thick, sensitive nipples like hers. The silver and black clamps had soft black microfiber pads and tension dials. The short little submissive fairly drooled at the sight of them. Neil of course bought two pairs, one to keep with the rest of the day's purchases and one to keep at his home.
Eventually Caitlyn would move in with him, but first he wanted to find out exactly what her limits were.
The new couple dined out that evening. As soon as they returned to Caitlyn's place, Neil sent her to shoe and get ready for bed. He put away her clothes and shoes and lingerie in the manner he wanted them. When she came out of the bathroom, Neil took his turn in there. He finished, quickly just thinking about all the sexy outfits and corsets he had seen her in that day and Neil walk out of the bath with his cock leading the way.
He got into the bed while she was still standing beside it. Neil chuckled to himself when he notices Caitlyn had primly braided her hair. It was a strange dichotomy when presented with her lush and sexy nude body. He patted the bed next to him. Caitlyn climbed in, as soon as she was completely on the bed, Neil flipped her over onto her back and climbed on top of her body, biting her breast hard enough to leave teeth-marks in her pale flesh. He smiled, watching her creamy skin turn red. She shrieked and began to fight, she writhed and clawed making a delicious mewing sound as she panted and struggled. He kissed her neck and lulling her into relaxing, then he bit down hard on her neck. She wailed and her legs instinctively spread and lifted up in a defensive posture. He slid between them. His hips were pressing her thighs wide apart. He lodged his cock head at her entrance.
He thrust forward, jamming his cock into her tight, wet sheath and making her scream in pain. She was now whimpering and he was whispering filthy things into her ear that make her fight him harder, getting closer and closer to the orgasm she had needed all day. "Oh, you hot little whore. Yeah, yeah, yeah. Take that little girl. You like that? Oh fuck, you're so tight! Fuck me back, you little bitch. Move those hips. That's it, my little fuck toy. Grind me, yeah, just like that." He began to hump her like a mad man, harder and harder, ignoring her cries, enjoying her fight and came quickly with a final thrust upward into her poor abused body. Caitlyn screamed out in the most intense pleasure she had felt all day. "Yes, please yes...Make me yours, your slut, your whore, your fucktoy." Her orgasm rocked her, causing her cunt to milk Neil's cock, forcing him to cum harder and longer.
Neil looked down at her, his smile feral. His grin terrifying. "Oh I will. I will make you mine. I am already your master, your owner. Your sexy fucking body is mine." "I'm going to fuck your little ass, baby. How 'bout that? Oh fuck yeah, I want you to take so much of my fucking cock up your ass that you beg me to stop."
"Oh no, please don't!" She cried out, knowing her begging would be of no use. It only served to excite both of them.
"Yeah, that's it. Beg me, little one. How much cock can you take, do you think? Think you can take the whole nine inches, baby?"
"Oh! You'll split me in two! Oh God, you'll fill me up! PLEASE, Oh Please!" Caitlyn wondered if it was possible to die from remembering pleasure.
"Oh, please, YES!" he shouted, rearing back and plunging downward. He missed the mark, spreading her wide but bouncing away, causing a searing bolt of pain. Yet smearing the head of his cock with their cum leaking from her pouting little pussy. He cursed she felt his cock hit her asshole again and sink about two inches of his painfully huge cock inside her rectum.
She shrieked in pain and stiffened. "Ahhhhh," she moaned, unable to do or say anything else as pain and pleasure ripped up her spine. When she could move again, she'd tried to squirm away, grabbing the floral bedspread and pulling herself forward. She screamed, "GOOOOODDDD!"
"Oh no you don't, you bitch! You're going to take all of this cock, and no one's going to stop me, not even the cops. Don't lie, you little bitch. You're going to love it. I want you to feel it in your throat!"
He didn't really care if she loved it or not. He wrapped his hand in Caitlyn's braid; he moved over to the edge of the bed and stood, dragging Caitlyn with him every inch of the way. Standing on the floor, supporting himself with his other arm next to her torso; he started to ram harder, punching himself into me in short, hard jabs. She shrieked, "OH, IT'S BURNING!"
"Oh fuck, baby, yeah! Even tighter than your little, bald cootch." He kept it up, and she could hear herself squealing and letting out shrieks of mixed pleasurepain as he tunneled his dick deep into her bowels.
"Oh yeah, I'm gonna stretch your little intestines out and pack your shit hard, you little whore. Oh, I fucking love this! YOU FEEL SO FUCKING TIGHT! SO FUCKING GOOD!"
Neil stopped. "I want to see your face," he'd said to Caitlyn.
He yanked out suddenly and she gasped, wrenched back into reality by the feeling. He grabbed her shoulder, rolling her over onto her back. He leaped between her legs, pushing behind Caitlyn's knees till they touched the bed next to her shoulders. He was nearly drooling as he said, "I love your hairless, little pussy."
Her crotch was red and swollen from the earlier orgasms and fucking. Even still, she would have welcomed him taking her there again, instead of her barely lubed ass. His cock stood up, streaked with their cum. She could feel cum trickling down into the crack between her cheeks and onto her low back. Neil positioned himself over Caitlyn, and came up on his feet, carefully hovering over her. He pressed her knees into the bed, making her bottom pull up and suddenly she knew what was coming. He was going to do it again. "Ready baby?" he sneered, laughing.
"No, please, no! Neil, I'm begging you. No more!" Her pleas sounded so sweet to Neil's ears. He could feel her hidden orgasms as she struggled to maintain the fiction that was arousing them both so much.
He just smiled at Caitlyn, plunging down, ramming himself deep into her ass. She cried out in pleasure so strong that tears immediately fell from her eyes. Her ass was red and inflamed from the fucking he was giving her. Her body shook and spasmed while she moaned and convulsed and squealed. She knew my tears and shouting excited him so she wasn't silent. "Oh God, yes! Please don't stop! Oh you fucker! Please Don't Stop!"
He rutted like an animal, totally immersed in his own pleasure. His sweat was pouring down his face and falling all over her stomach and face.
"Oh yeah, oh that's it, baby. Give me your tears. Oh fuck, you're a beautiful, baby whore. I love nailing you. Oh shit, oh shit. Look at your little quim pout every time I push in. Oh that's so sexy. Oh fuck, oh fuck. Look at your little face scrunch up in passion. I love that. I make you scream in passion. Jesus, I'm gonna cum so hard. You like it, don't you? You've been gagging for this for years, waiting for someone strong enough to take it. Hiding your body for so long then flaunting your sexy little body in front of me today, wearing those short shorts and tube tops. You're just begging to be fucked like the nasty, fucking, little anal whore you are. OH GOD, OH JESUSFUCKINGCHRIST!" he bellowed.
Neil came hard, bucking and gasping as he shot into Caitlyn's convulsing bowels, squirting and gushing deep inside me. Her mouth was open on a loud scream, tears of joy streaming down her face.
Neil pulled out and dragged Caitlyn back into her shower. Once they were both clean again, he forced her to her knees on the bed. He grabbed his pillow and slid the pillowcase off, twisted it into a rope, figure-eighted her hands. He flipped her over onto her stomach. Reaching up, he tied her hands to the headboard, face down. He raised her up on all fours by her hips.
He hummed and straddled her legs, running his hands up and down her back, squeezing her ass cheeks and pulling them apart. "Let's see,..." He began licking and sucking her neck and making his way over her shoulders and down her
spine. She shivered. He moved back up to her neck and bit her hard at the base of her neck where it met her collar bone. His big hands cupped her breasts at the same time, pinching her nipples painfully. She felt her thighs grow weak and she groaned low, leaning her head to one side to give him better access. He bit her again and then smoothed it with his tongue. His large, hot hands then fluttered over her sides, her hips, her ass, dipped between her legs and spread her wetness. "You're ass is so hot." He squeezed her cheeks for emphasis.
She was making the most amazing little grunting sounds. He rested his hardness between her cheeks and leaned over to put his lips to her ear. "Well, let's see...Caity me Darlin...I want to fuck you hard from behind. I want you to totally surrender to me. You make me crazy. I don't know why. You make me want to be an animal with you. I wanna fuck you until you scream.
He rubbed himself in and around her wetness. "Yeah, that's what I want to do. I'm rock hard for you. I want to shove my cock as deep into your little cunt as I can go, till you feel me in your throat." She whimpered again. He kept teasing her entrance, running his finger into her wetness and spreading it up between her cheeks.
"Please, Neil, please."
"Please what?"
"Do it. Rape me again. Please."
It was his turn to groan. "First..." He got down on all fours and buried his face between her legs, lapping her, swallowing her wetness. She twitched and he grabbed her hips to hold her in place. He turned onto his back and pushed up under her, pulling her crotch onto his face.
"Gotta taste you again. It makes me so hot. You taste so good." He sucked on her clitoris and kneaded her legs and folds, until she came, spraying wetness all over his face. He licked up what he could and moved to suckle her breasts.
When she was on the verge of thrashing too hard against her bound hands, he finally moved behind her.
He smacked her ass, over and over again turning each cheek red..
"Pleeaassee, Neil."
"Caitlyn?"
"Wha-hat? Please?"
"That's it, I want you to beg me." He began teasing her entrance with the head of his erection and sliding forward to poke her clitoris from behind. He leaned forward to pinch her nipples and suck on her neck. He murmured, "How
bad do you want this? Tell me."
She whimpered, then begged. "Baadd. Oh, please, Neil, oh god, I need you. Need you inside me, please. Please take me. Oh I need to be fucked so bad. Please fuck me. I feel so empty."
Then suddenly, without warning, he grabbed her hips and dove into her hard and fast to the hilt. "Ahhh, shit, yeah, so deep this way." That was all she said.
He felt her tightness around him, quivering slightly. She was wet and hot inside and felt so good. He tilted her hips forward a little more with his large hands and pressed a little farther in, causing her to moan. He loved the sounds she made. They were the most erotic things he'd ever heard. Hearing her pleasure, knowing he was the cause. He felt powerful, so male, dominant.
He stayed inside, grinding himself into her by swiveling his hips, staying buried, reaching with one hand to pinch her clitoris between his thumb and forefinger and pulling it up and down. She let out a shuddering whimper.
"I love the sounds you make, Caitlyn. Don't ever hold back on me. The sounds you make drive me crazy. I feel every one of them in my cock, so exciting to hear you. I love making you moan, making you scream with pleasure with pain. Tell me."
"So deep, you're so deep, ahhh, oh, you stretch me wide. Feels so good. I'm so sore. Use me, Neil, use me like I'm a whore. Please moovve." She sobbed a little, "Pleeaasse, Neil, please FUCK ME!"
"Oh, man that's such a turn on." 'She was actually begging him to fuck her. He pulled out slowly leaving just his head inside and then began thrusting into her hard and fast, gripping her hips and pulling her onto him as he thrust forward. It was perversely satisfying that his dick was big enough to make her sore. He knew that she hadn't been with anyone else. To know that it was him that had stretched her for the first time. No one had plowed this field and she was giving her gifts to him.
She couldn't believe how good this felt. His silky hardness pounding into her, stretching her sore walls, and making them twinge in little grips of discomfort. Oh, the pain pushed her arousal a notch higher. She was going to come quickly.
She loved that her words turned him on, excited him. She wanted to make him crazy. The paradox was that she felt powerful knowing what she was doing to him. She felt powerful, even though her hands were bound and she was face down and couldn't see his face. "Fuck my cunny hard, Neil. Pound me until you come."
Holy shit. Every time she talked he felt the skin of his cock stretch and get tighter even though he thought it was impossible for him to get any harder. "Caitlyn, you squeeze me so tight, you feel sooo good, make me so hard." She wasn't holding back. Moans, grunts and squeals were coming out of her with every thrust.
Her torso was dipped down, arm stretched above her head. He pulled her back so she couldn't rock back into him. She had no leverage now. Her face was sideways on her pillow, her ass in the air. He held her firmly, she couldn't move.
He held her still and pounded into her over and over.
There was something so exciting about being taken over like this. Even more than she realized. She'd had her little masochistic, passive fantasies, but this was better. Better because it was real and better because it was Neil. She knew it excited him as much as it did her. And she knew he would not allow her to be weak or expect her to be passive in other areas of her life.
This was for purely hedonistic pleasure and nothing else. She wanted to give up control. She wanted him to use her body for his pleasure. Having him take what he wanted was exciting to her. She was sore inside from being stretched for the first time in her life and his pounding was making her tunnel ache now along with the gripping twinges of her vaginal walls. It made warmth spread through her entire abdomen.
He was whispering darkly in her ear again. "I'm sooo hard for you, unfuckingbelievably hard for you," he murmured. "Yeah, that's it, lover, come on, let me hear what I'm doing to you."
She was so in control most of the time. It was unbelievable to take her like this, like a slave, hands bound, trusting him to surrender herself, to be helpless. To let him use her body like this and not be afraid, use her for his pleasure, like a whore. What an unbelievable turn-on. 'God, I'm a sick mother,' she thought. But this felt too good.
"Caitlyn, I love your little heart-shaped ass, it's so beautiful." He palmed her cheeks and spread them apart. He looked down and watched himself sliding in and out of her, seeing her sphincter flex and release with this thrusts as he pulled her cheeks apart so she was spread taut. "Ooo, I love your little puckering hole too. Every inch of you is gorgeous." He worked his forefinger into her tightening asshole up to his second knuckle, his palm resting on her cheek. He began pulling it out and sliding back in each time he thrust inside. She was going wild and he had never felt this elated having sex. He slid his finger in all the way and her squealing grew louder, more throaty. He couldn't believe how good this felt. He retreated and gently worked his middle finger in alongside his forefinger, thrusting a little deeper each time until he was plunging both fingers into her ass. He felt euphoric. Tiny, beautiful, sexy, hot, pure, Caitlyn, wanting his fingers in her ass and his hard sex pounding inside her.
He felt her inside walls quivering and her moaning voice came to him again. "Ohyeahohyeahohyeah. Sogoodahhfuckme. You can be rough. Oh Neil, keep me sore, keep fuckingmehard, I'msofull, oh your fingers feel so good, both holes, sofullsogood." He leaned over with his free hand and slid it under her, grabbing her nipple in his thumb and forefinger and rolling it, increasing his pressure as her groaning became louder. Continuing to thrust into her hard, he snapped his hips and letting his body drive his fingers into her ass.
She begged, "More, twist harder, oh yeah, twist it harder, make it hurt, oh Jesus, Neil, ahh yeah, make me come. I'm so close, so close. Neil, please make me come."
He was rapidly losing control. This whole situation was exhilarating. There was no other word for it. He felt dominant and authoritarian. His balls were coiling. He was close. He had to make her come first. She was his, he always took care of his toys. He viciously twisted her nipple, pulling it away from breast at the same time.
He yelled out, sounding almost angry, gritting his teeth, but definitely demanding. "Come for me, Caitlyn. Now! Give it over it to me, do it now, come on, come for me!" Two thrusts and two twists of her nipple later, she convulsed, screaming her pleasure and passing out. Neil kept fucking her unconscious body until he emptied his balls into her grasping, sucking pussy.
Pulling her close he left his cock in her still twitching cunt and fell asleep curled around his doll. |
19,504 | Yes, Sergeant Major | Unannehmlichkeiten | NonConsent/Reluctance | 2009-10-15 | 2009-10-24 | 2022-01-01 15:46:53 | 2 | literotica.com | https://www.literotica.com/s/yes-sergeant-major-1 | 1. Cadet Sergeant Major takes advantage of a horny recruit. 2. Recruit turns the tables on his CSM!? | ['Boots', 'Cadet', 'Domination', 'Military', 'Scent', 'Sergeant Major', 'Smell', 'Yes'] | 4.33 | "Fall in!"
A flurry of loud thumps answered as our heels snapped together to attention. A regiment of over one thousand can make quite a sound coming to attention at once.
"Parade Rest!"
A softer noise echoed off the surrounding barracks as the regiment eased themselves back to a resting position. With palms joined at the small of our backs, we took on a larger, more official presence.
"Battalion, Attention!"
Our battalion came to attention first in order as the regimental staff marched on. But my attention was not on them; I couldn't take my eyes off our battalion staff. Standing at the rear of the battalion staff was the most provocative cadet I'd ever seen in my time. Command Sergeant Major (CSM) Carol was a female cadet, and a lascivious one. Every one of us in the platoon fantasized about her, and discussed it when we were sure of our privacy.
Her figure could only be described as voluptuous. I know the term is sometimes overused, but she embodied it. CSM Carol had put her weight in all the right places, making a dynamic figure any of us could lust after. Now this may be because of our general lack of contact with the outside world, but it made no difference to us.
Her long blonde hair was tied back in a loose ponytail, topping an intense face. She had these crystal blue eyes that one couldn't help but stare into while being chewed out, and a gorgeous mouth. Some women have beautiful teeth, others nice lips; everything about CSM Carol's mouth was sexually charged. Being yelled at, one tended to look directly into her mouth, watching the interplay of her tongue and lips, imagining what it would feel like simply to have a finger in there, let alone something more...personal.
The corps had recently switched over to the ACU camouflage uniform, which is (in case you are unaware,) even less flattering for females than BDU fatigues. In spite of that, CSM Carol showed off her figure from underneath. A high, tight butt was easy to see under tight pants like hers, but even her full bust was visible from beneath the loose blouse. To see her in half-unit (de- bloused, leaving boots, pants, belt and undershirt,) was a rare treat for us; the tight nylon shirt allowed one to see the whole curve of each breast, and her nipples frequently showed themselves.
She was a great leader, and flawlessly fulfilled her duties as Sergeant Major of 1st Battalion, with one exception: she had a reputation for being relentlessly sexual with her subordinates. Even my usually professional squad leader told us that "God...if she wanted something from you, she could suck the fucking skin off your dick. No joke." We all melted at those words; none of the recruits had been home to see a girlfriend in over six months, and were starved for any female attention.
It was not long after that night that I realized just how true the rumors were about CSM Carol were. I was performing my duty as a recruit: morning calls. Upperclassmen tend to be rather lazy, but need to be at Reveille formation on time. Accordingly, we report to their barracks twenty-five minutes early and sound off with the date, time, uniform of the day, days remaining until the end of the year, temperature and weather. It was usually a boring duty, until I was called upon to make calls on the battalion staff's deck.
"Sirs, Good morning Sirs! This is the outstanding, motivated Lima Company, Sirs! Today is the twenty-first day of the second month of the Year of our Lord two thousand and nine! This is the first call for Reveille formation! The uniform of the day is ACU with black knit cap and black leather--towel."
I mumbled the last word under my breath as CSM Carol stepped out of the latrine, fresh from her shower, wearing only a long towel. She turned to look at me, and I quickly resumed my calls.
"Black leather gloves! Upperclassmen, you have twenty minutes to fall out; freshmen, you have fifteen minutes to fall in! S--"
I was interrupted by her as she put a hand up to silence me. I simply remained at attention, preparing for the worst.
"Recruit...?"
"Stiegel, Sergeant Major?"
She was to my right, barely above a whisper, almost close enough to brush against with my nervous hand. I could smell traces of soap mixing with her own scent, and began to feel light headed.
An aside about CSM Carol's scent: I have become absolutely enamored with her natural aroma. Whenever we cross paths on the Parade Ground, or whenever I walk by her door in barracks, my head fills with this heady scent, an almost powdery smell of pure cleanliness only slightly graced with a sweet oil's aroma.
Inexplicable, but I can't resist being turned on by it these days. Lucky we never do calls on battalion staff decks anymore, or I would worry about an obvious erection for all to see, and just from the smell!
I felt myself swaying slightly as the scent took effect, and she continued to speak softly to me.
"Is there something wrong? You seemed...distracted for a second there."
"L-lost my place in the call, Sergeant Major."
"I'm pretty sure there's no uniform code flag for black leather...towel? That is what you said, isn't it?"
"It...it is, Sergeant Major?"
"Surprised? Am I not allowed to shower like everyone else in the regiment? Why, I'd get my smell all over campus if that were the case."
My face must have gone red; Sergeant Major even exuded that pleasant smell after an hour of PT.
"It's nothing like that, Sergeant Major. I was just surprised to see you like that; I didn't process it straight away, and lost my bearing, Sergeant Major."
I must have gulped audibly as she moved around to my front to confront me directly. I couldn't help but to eye her up and down quickly as she stepped around. I snapped unwittingly onto her eyes, which had taken an unnerving ferocity.
"You eyeballing me, Stiegel?"
"Never, Sergeant Major."
It was a lie. The only truthful answer at that point would have been, 'Always, Sergeant Major; every day, as much as possible.'
"And what's that supposed to mean? What kind of opinion does that suggest?"
"It just wouldn't be professional, Sergeant Major."
"...very well. And what about unprofessionally?"
She cocked her head slightly, a sly smile on her lips.
"I believe...I believe that..."
I couldn't think of anything moderate or evasive to say. I took the old fall- back plan we had organized.
"Well Stiegel?"
"Sergeant Major, I believe...that the cardinal virtues of the individual are courage, honesty, temperance, and wisdom, and that the true measure of success is service rendered, to God, to country, and to mankind."
She smiled fully, and turned away.
"Just keep going, Stiegel. I get it now."
"...of society is to create a free government, wherein liberty may be secured through obedience to law, and that..."
She reached her door down the hall, and entered, looking back one more time.
"I'll hear you finish it, Stiegel."
"...my alma mater, because within her halls throughout the years these tenets have found expression..."
Her head disappeared back into her room, but the door remained open.
"...loyal to duly constituted authority, in thought, and word, and deed; to view suffrage as a sacred privilege, to be exercised only..."
Her hand reached out from alongside the doorway, dangling her standard issue towel suggestively.
"...of the cherished institutions of...towel."
Her door slammed shut, and I heard laughter from within. CSM Carol was not one to let others see her other side, or so I thought.
It was not long after that my relationship with CSM Carol became...improper. There's a policy in place called the Fraternization Policy, which prohibits any amorous contact between a freshman and upperclassman. In hindsight, it was this prohibition which made it all the more exciting.
Coming back from winter break, some of our doors had notes from our chain of command attached. Mine bore one from CSM Carol, stating that:
"Stiegel: Room smells as though something's died inside. Fix immediately, and post by my door tonight."
Of course everyone in the platoon made their comments; my room did smell, but that was hard to avoid with a roommate that was never seen showering. I found his stash of dirty laundry, had him clean it up, and made ready to post that night. The uniform was ACU, and I had the rest of the squad look me over for problems before leaving.
"Ready for your little date, eh Stiegel?"
"It's not a date, Flint."
"Yeah, they'll skip that and get straight to business!"
"Ha ha. You guys don't understand how tough a one-on-one with her can be."
"You mean how hard it is to stop eye-humping her? Shit..."
I walked nervously onto her deck, and marched around the edge of the hall as required. I stopped at her door, knocked twice loudly, faced about, and sounded off:
"Recruit Stiegel reporting as ordered, Sergeant Major!"
A moment later a faint reply came from within.
"It's open."
This was unexpected. Freshmen aren't technically allowed into upperclassmen's rooms, but perhaps this was an exception. Another call from within came, louder.
"Come in already!"
I faced about, and slowly opened the door. I stepped inside, closed the door, and stood at attention. From what I could gather, her room was well furnished, a far cry from our stark, sterile rooms. Thick, silken sheets covered her bed, made per regulation with issue sheets and blankets underneath. A thick, soft rug covered most of the open floor, but I had avoided stepping on it.
"Stand at ease, Stiegel."
I went to a relaxed parade rest, and looked over to her. CSM Carol sat at her desk, strewn about loosely with a mix of battalion paperwork and schoolwork. As I'd expected (and greatly hoped for,) she was in half-unit ACU.
She sat at her desk, turned around in a swiveling chair to face me. Her tight shirt was pulled across her chest amazingly tight, but I saw not lines from a bra of any kind. She looked up at me with a dirty smirk, exacerbated by her obvious stiff nipples. She began to lecture me about the importance of room cleanliness, and how it leads to all other aspects of cadet life improving. I began to lose focus; my eyes drifted down over her eyes, past her mouth, and came to rest on her heaving chest, which rose and fell with every breath. To make matters worse, her smell was everywhere.
I felt my head spinning, and began to fear passing out. After a few minutes, my vision spotted over, and my senses receded behind a lead veil. I felt withdrawn from the room proper, just as I had the week before, when I had passed out, falling out during the year's longest parade formation. I knew that I was (as we in the ROTC community put it,) shit out of luck. I felt myself sway one final time, but was out before I hit the floor.
After what seemed only a few seconds, I began to recover. I remembered what had happened, but was still having trouble with vision and hearing. While trying to open my eyes, I felt a slight pain in my groin. As I finally recovered further, I could feel something definitely grinding against me there; I opened my eyes, and saw CSM Carol standing over me, with her right boot planted firmly over my crotch.
Now I was never a masochist, but I couldn't help but be turned on by the repeated motion over my cock. She must've felt me hardening, because she leaned down, and gave me a dirty smile.
"Enjoying yourself, Stiegel?"
"I fell out, Sergeant Major."
"Yeah, for a second there; you seem alright now. In fact, you seem to be doing great!"
I winced in pain as she dug her toe in briefly.
"Hngh...it's not like that, Sergeant Major..."
"I know exactly how it is, Stiegel. You're a pervert who enjoys this sort of thing, aren't you!?"
"No, Sergeant Major!"
"Then why are you only getting harder as I do this with my boot?"
I couldn't think of an excuse. I just remained silent.
"Or, does it feel so good that you can't even speak anymore? Hm?"
Truly it did feel good, but in an odd way. Her boot was causing quite a bit of pain, but she was still rubbing my length excellently. She had finagled my cock to point up, and rubbed the underside from base to tip again and again with the rough tread of her boot.
"That's right, Stiegel. Just take it. This is what you get for locking your knees out and fainting like a total idiot!"
"...It wasn't that, Sergeant Major..."
"Oh? Well then what was it? Nothing inappropriate, I hope?"
"It was...your scent, Sergeant Major."
"My what?"
Her foot stopped; I can't say my hips didn't shift to keep the motion going for a moment longer, but I was stopped by her glare.
"You really are a nasty, pathetic, perverted little recruit, aren't you?"
"I...am, Sergeant Major."
"Well, I appreciate honesty. But a smell?"
I had no choice. I explained to CSM Carol everything about her scent and the excitement it brought me, (as detailed as you heard it,) while she listened intently. As I finished, another grin crossed her face. She hoisted me up by the underarms, and dragged me over to her desk chair. She let me down, and my face fell into the seat of the chair. I was once again overwhelmed by her scent, and my head spun. She grabbed my head, and pushed my face into the soft cushion.
"Is this what you wanted? Is my scent there?"
"Sergeant Major's scent is here... She sat here... Her thighs, her butt, her...pussy was right here," I mumbled to myself, muffled by the mouthful of chair.
But as I reveled in the scent, I was picked up again. This time, she dropped me so that I sat in her chair, facing her. She got down on her knees, and reached for my fly. She undid it, gently.
"Let's see now... I hope I didn't tear you up too bad down here, Stiegel; I was rubbing pretty hard... Aw, your cock's starting to bruise!"
I did feel sore from all the grinding, but I was still throbbing from the stimulation. She took it in one hand, and began to stroke it gently.
"...Sergeant Major...this is..."
She put a hand up to silence me.
"After taking all that from my boots, you're probably looking for something soft, huh?"
"Ohh..."
I lost my bearing again; I could only moan in agreement. She was being so gentle that I nearly forgot my soreness (or blunt force trauma).
"So tell me Stiegel, why me? What's so great about me? What's your...fantasy about me?"
"...I always had fun looking at you, Sergeant Major. You're so sexy, but you've still got this command presence; it's like you're the perfect female cadet leader, Sergeant Major. We...I...especially like seeing you in half-unit ACU, because of your..."
"You can say it, Stiegel. And stop saying 'Sergeant Major' after every goddamned sentence. It's getting on my nerves..."
"...because of your chest. It's so nice, compared to the other female cadets. And the undershirt always looks so smooth and tight. It's...exciting."
"Hm, so...how would you like it if I did...this?"
She leaned in, grabbed around the base of one breast, and pushed the head of my hard cock deep into its softness. I moaned aloud, but stifled myself quickly at her command. It was as I'd imagined it, soft flesh covered by am almost silky membrane. She continued, moving my cock between her breasts and pushing them together gently. Pleasure overrode the lingering pain, and I asked if she could move them faster for me.
"Hell no, Stiegel; we move at my pace. I'm gonna take my time, make sure I milk out all the cum I can. It'll feel amazing, I promise. Look, you're starting to pre-cum! Are you thinking about how nice it'll feel later on? You little pervert!"
She squeezed tighter as she said that last word, without the disgust of the last time she'd said it.
Over the course of about five minutes, she squeezed down tighter and moved her breasts faster, until she had reached a feverish pace, pumping her whole torso up and down. The fabric of her shirt rubbed my head so well, making a warm, almost hot feeling on all sides. It was such a feeling that I couldn't resist at all. I gave her a warning.
"Sergeant Major, I'm gonna cum!"
"Yeah? Are you gonna shoot that sperm all over your Sergeant Major's face? You dirty, nasty recruit! You think I'd let you do that?"
"Y-yes?"
"Hah, wrong!"
Just as she felt my head start to spasm, she grabbed onto my length again, and shoved the head up into one warm, soft breast, jerking out my hot load onto her undershirt, which couldn't absorb the thick white globs. She then took the base of my cock, and began slapping at the tops of her breasts with the head. I felt myself continue the same orgasm, spewing even more thick cum onto her bouncing chest.
While I was still recovering in her chair, CSM Carol walked over to the other side of the room, pulled off her shirt, and quickly replaced it with a fresh one, giving me only a brief view of her bare back. I stood up, and closed my fly. I felt drained, but remarkably content. I took a step forward and reached out in an inquiring gesture.
"Sergeant major, what w--"
"Detail, Attention!"
I (the detail in question,) came quickly to attention, back in my complete uniform. She paced back and forth in front of me, giving one final lecture.
"That was an example of what can happen if you consistently and repeatedly perform your Corps duties to the best of your abilities. You do of course realize that this must be kept in strictest confidence. Any discussion of this matter can be punished by up to thirty days of Closed Military Confinement, up to forty Marching Tours, and a Class One Honor Violation, all in accordance with the Corps SOP and SRR."
"Understood, Sergeant Major."
"Keep up the good work," she said, giving me a light smack on my left cheek.
She came to strict attention, and sounded off, "Detail, Dismissed!"
I walked back to barracks that night confused, but utterly content. I cradled my left cheek in my hand, scuffed by her class ring as a reminder of our encounter. I kept the incident in total secrecy, though it was not our last clandestine operation...
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19,505 | Yes, Sergeant Major | WilleZurMacht | NonConsent/Reluctance | 2009-04-12 | 2009-04-12 | 2022-01-01 15:46:51 | 1 | literotica.com | https://www.literotica.com/s/yes-sergeant-major | He crosses the line with his Chain of Command. | ['Boot', 'Cadet', 'Command', 'Handjob', 'Military', 'Scent', 'Sergeant', 'Sergeant Major', 'Smell', 'Tittyfuck', 'Uniform', 'Yes'] | 4.14 | "Fall in!" A flurry of loud thumps answered as our heels snapped together to attention. A corps of one thousand can make quite a sound coming to attention at once.
"Parade Rest!" A softer noise echoed off the surrounding barracks as the regiment eased themselves back to a resting position. With palms joined at the small of our backs, we took on a larger, more official presence.
"Battalion, Attention!" Our battalion came to attention first in order as the regimental staff marched on. But my attention was not on them; I couldn't take my eyes off our battalion staff. Standing at the rear of the battalion staff was the most provocative cadet I'd ever seen in my time. Command Sergeant Major (CSM) Carol was a female cadet, and a lascivious one. Every one of us in the platoon fantasized about her, and discussed it when we were sure of our privacy.
Her figure could only be described as voluptuous. I know the term is sometimes overused, but she embodied it. Very few female cadets can boast a slim figure, so those that remain seek to carry their weight well. CSM Carol had put her weight in all the right places, making a dynamic figure any of us could lust after. Now this may be because of our general lack of contact with the outside world, but it made no difference to us.
Her long blonde hair was tied back in a loose ponytail, (a look no other female dared attempt on a daily basis,) topping an intense face. She had these crystal blue eyes that you couldn't help but stare into while being chewed out, and a gorgeous mouth. Some women have beautiful teeth, others nice lips; everything about CSM Carol's mouth was sexually charged. Being yelled at, you tended to look directly into her mouth, watching the interplay of her tongue and lips, imagining what it would feel like simply to have a finger in there, let alone something more...personal.
The corps had recently switched over to the ACU camouflage uniform, which is (in case you are unaware,) even less flattering for females than BDU fatigues. In spite of that, CSM Carol showed off her figure from underneath. A high, tight butt was easy to see under tight pants like hers, but even her full bust (we guessed C cup,) was visible from beneath the loose blouse. To see her in half-unit (de-bloused, leaving boots, pants, belt and undershirt,) was a rare treat for us; the tight synthetic shirt allowed one to see the whole curve of each breast, and her nipples frequently showed themselves.
She was a great leader, and flawlessly fulfilled her duties as Sergeant Major of 1st Battalion, with one exception: she had a reputation for being relentlessly sexual with her subordinates. Even my usually professional squad leader told us that "God...if she wanted something from you, she'd suck the fucking skin off your dick. No joke." We all melted at those words; none of the recruits had been home to see a girlfriend in over six months, and were starved for any female attention.
It was not long after that night that I realized just how true the rumors were about CSM Carol were. I was performing my only duty as a recruit: morning calls. Upperclassmen tend to be rather lazy, but need to be at Reveille formation on time. Accordingly, we report to their barracks twenty-five minutes early and sound off with the date, time, uniform of the day, days remaining until the end of the year, temperature and weather. It was usually a boring duty, until I was called upon to make calls on the battalion staff's deck.
"Sirs, Good morning Sirs! This is the outstanding, motivated Lima Company, Sirs! Today is the twenty-first day of the second month of the Year of our Lord two thousand and nine! This is the first call for Reveille formation! The uniform of the day is ACU with black knit cap and black leather--towel." I mumbled the last word under my breath as CSM Carol stepped out of the latrine, fresh from her shower, wearing only a long towel. She turned to look at me, and I quickly resumed my calls.
"Black leather gloves! Upperclassmen, you have twenty minutes to fall out; freshmen, you have fifteen minutes to fall in! S--" I was interrupted by her as she put a hand up to silence me. I simply remained at attention, preparing for the worst.
"Recruit...?"
"Stiegel, Sergeant Major?"
She was to my right, barely above a whisper, almost close enough to brush against with my nervous hand. I could smell traces of soap mixing with her own scent, and began to feel light headed.
And aside about CSM Carol's scent: I have become absolutely enamored with her natural scent. Whenever we cross paths on the Parade Ground, or whenever I walk by her door in barracks, my head fills with this heady scent, an almost powdery smell of pure cleanliness only slightly graced with a sweet oil's aroma. Inexplicable, but I can't resist being turned on by it these days. Lucky we never do calls on battalion staff decks anymore, or I would worry about an obvious erection for all to see, and just from the smell!
I felt myself swaying slightly as the scent took effect, and she continued to speak softly to me.
"Is there something wrong? You seemed...distracted for a second there."
"L-lost my place in the call, Sergeant Major."
"I'm pretty sure there's no uniform code flag for black leather...towel? That is what you said, isn't it?"
"It...it is, Sergeant Major?"
"Surprised? Am I not allowed to shower like everyone else in the regiment? Why, I'd get my smell all over campus if that were the case."
My face must have gone red; Sergeant Major even exuded that pleasant smell after an hour of PT.
"It's nothing like that, Sergeant Major. I was just surprised to see you like that; I didn't process it straight away, and lost my bearing, Sergeant Major."
I must have gulped audibly as she moved around to my front to confront me directly. I couldn't help but to eye her up and down quickly as she stepped around. I snapped unwittingly onto her eyes, which had taken an unnerving ferocity.
"You eyeballing me, Stiegel?"
"Never, Sergeant Major."
It was a lie. The only truthful answer at that point would have been, 'Always, Sergeant Major; every day, as much as possible.'
"And what's that supposed to mean? What kind of opinion does that suggest?"
"It just wouldn't be professional, Sergeant Major."
"...very well. And what about unprofessionally?" She cocked her head slightly, a sly smile on her lips.
"I believe...I believe that..."
I couldn't think of anything moderate or evasive to say. I took the old fall- back plan we had organized.
"Well Stiegel?"
"Sergeant Major, I believe...that the cardinal virtues of the individual are courage, honesty, temperance, and wisdom, and that the true measure of success is service rendered, to God, to country, and to mankind."
She smiled fully, and turned away.
"Just keep going, Stiegel. I get it now."
"...of society is to create a free government, wherein liberty may be secured through obedience to law, and that..."
She reached her door down the hall, and entered, looking back one more time.
"I'll hear you finish it, Stiegel."
"...my alma mater, because within her halls throughout the years these tenets have found expression..."
Her head disappeared back into her room, but the door remained open.
"...loyal to duly constituted authority, in thought, and word, and deed; to view suffrage as a sacred privilege, to be exercised only..."
Her hand reached out from alongside the doorway, dangling her standard issue towel suggestively.
"...of the cherished institutions of...towel."
Her door slammed shut, and I heard laughter from within. CSM Carol was not one to let others see her other side, or so I thought.
It was not long after that my relationship with CSM Carol became...improper. There's a policy in place called the Fraternization Policy, which prohibits any amorous contact between a freshman and upperclassman. In hindsight, it was this prohibition which made it all the more exciting.
Coming back from winter break, some of our doors had notes from our chain of command attached. Mine bore one from CSM Carol, stating that:
"Stiegel: Room smells as though something's died inside. Fix immediately, and post by my door tonight." Of course everyone in the platoon made their comments; my room did smell, but that was hard to avoid with a roommate that was never seen showering. I found his stash of dirty laundry, had him clean it up, and made ready to post that night. The uniform was ACU, and I had the rest of the squad look me over for problems before leaving.
"Ready for your little date, eh Stiegel?"
"It's not a date, Flint."
"Yeah, they'll skip that and get straight to business!"
"Ha ha. You guys don't understand how tough a one-on-one with her can be."
"You mean how hard to stop eye-humping her? Shit..."
I walked nervously onto her deck, and marched around the edge of the hall as required. I stopped at her door, knocked twice loudly, faced about, and sounded off:
"Recruit Stiegel reporting as ordered, Sergeant Major!"
A moment later a faint reply came from within.
"It's open."
This was unexpected. Freshmen aren't technically allowed into upperclassmen's rooms, but perhaps this was an exception. Another call from within came, louder.
"Come in already!"
I faced about, and slowly opened the door. I stepped inside, closed the door, and stood at attention. From what I could gather, her room was well furnished, a far cry from our stark, sterile rooms. Thick, silken sheets covered her bed, made per regulation with issue sheets and blankets underneath. A thick, soft rug covered most of the open floor, but I had avoided stepping on it.
"Stand at ease, Stiegel."
I went to a relaxed parade rest, and looked over to her. CSM Carol sat at her desk, strewn about loosely with a mix of battalion paperwork and schoolwork. As I'd expected (and greatly hoped for,) she was in half-unit ACU.
She sat at her desk, turned around in a swiveling chair to face me. Her tight shirt was pulled across her chest amazingly tight, but I saw not lines from a bra of any kind. She looked up at me with a dirty smirk, exacerbated by her obvious stiff nipples. She began to lecture me about the importance of room cleanliness, and how it leads to all other aspects of cadet life improving. I began to lose focus; my eyes drifted down over her eyes, past her mouth, and came to rest on her heaving chest, which rose and fell with every breath.
To make matters worse, her smell was everywhere. I felt my head spinning, and began to fear passing out. After a few minutes, my vision spotted over, and my vision and hearing receded behind a lead veil. I felt withdrawn from the room proper, just as I had the week before, when I had passed out, falling out during the year's longest parade formation. I knew that I was (as we in the ROTC community put it,) shit out of luck. I felt myself sway one final time, but was out before I hit the floor.
After what seemed only a few seconds, I began to recover. I remembered what had happened, but was still having trouble with vision and hearing. While trying to open my eyes, I felt a slight pain in my groin. As I finally recovered further, I could feel something definitely grinding against me there; I opened my eyes, and saw CSM Carol standing over me, with her right boot planted firmly over my crotch.
Now I was never a masochist, but I couldn't help but be turned on by the repeated motion over my cock. She must've felt me hardening, because she leaned down, and gave me a dirty smile.
"Enjoying yourself, Stiegel?"
"I fell out, Sergeant Major."
"Yeah, out of life for a second there; you seem alright now. In fact, you seem to be doing great!"
I winced in pain as she dug her toe in briefly.
"Hngh...it's not like that, Sergeant Major..."
"I know exactly how it is, Stiegel. You're a pervert who enjoys this sort of thing, aren't you!?"
"No, Sergeant Major!"
"Then why are you only getting harder as I do this with my boot?"
I couldn't think of an excuse. I just remained silent.
"Or, does it feel so good that you can't even speak anymore? Hm?"
Truly it did feel good, but in an odd way. Her boot was causing quite a bit of pain, but she was still rubbing my length excellently. She had finagled my cock to point up, and rubbed the underside from base to tip again and again with the rough tread of her boot.
"That's right, Stiegel. Just take it. This is what you get for locking your knees out like a total idiot!"
"Ugh...It wasn't that, Sergeant Major..."
"Oh? Well then what was it? Nothing inappropriate, I hope?"
"It was...your scent, Sergeant Major."
"My what?"
Her foot stopped; I can't say my hips didn't shift to keep the motion going for a moment longer, but I was stopped by her glare.
"You really are a nasty, pathetic, perverted little recruit, aren't you?"
"I...am, Sergeant Major."
"Well, I appreciate honesty. But a smell?"
I had no choice. I explained to CSM Carol everything about her scent and the excitement it brought me, (as detailed as you heard it,) while she listened intently. As I finished, another grin crossed her face. She hoisted me up by the underarms, and dragged me over to her desk chair. She let me down, and my face fell into the seat of the chair. I was once again overwhelmed by her scent, and my head spun. She grabbed my head, and ground my face in it.
"Is this what you wanted? Is my scent there?"
"Sergeant Major's scent is here... She sat here... Her thighs, her butt, her...pussy was right here," I mumbled to myself, muffled by the mouthful of chair. But as I reveled in the scent, I was again picked up. This time, she dropped me so that I sat in her chair, facing her. She got down on her knees, and reached for my pants' fly. She undid it, gently.
"Let's see now... I hope I didn't tear you up too bad down here, Stiegel; I was rubbing pretty hard... Aw, how cute! Your cock's starting to bruise!"
I did feel sore from all the grinding, but I was still throbbing from the stimulation. She took it in one hand, and began to stroke it gently.
"...Sergeant Major...this is..."
She put a hand up to silence me.
"After taking all that from my boots, you're probably looking for something soft, huh?"
"Ohh..." I lost my bearing again; I could only moan in agreement. She was being so gentle that I nearly forgot my soreness (or blunt force trauma).
"So tell me Stiegel, why me? What's so great about me? What's your...fantasy about me?"
"...I always had fun looking at you, Sergeant Major. You're so curvy, but you've still got this command presence; it's like you're the perfect female cadet leader, Sergeant Major. We...I...especially like seeing you in half-unit ACU, because of your..."
"You can say it, Stiegel. And stop saying 'Sergeant Major' after every goddamned sentence. It's getting on my nerves..."
"...because of your chest. It's so nice, compared to the other female cadets. And the undershirt always looks so smooth and tight. It's...exciting."
"Hm, so...how would you like it if I did...this?"
She leaned in, grabbed around the base of one breast, and pushed the head of my hard cock well into its softness. I moaned aloud, but stifled myself quickly at her command. It was as I'd imagined it, soft flesh covered by am almost silky membrane. She continued, moving my cock between her breasts and pushing them together gently. Pleasure overrode the lingering pain, and I asked if she could move them faster for me.
"Hell no, Stiegel; we move at my pace. I'm gonna take my time, make sure I milk out all the cum I can. It'll feel amazing, I promise. Look, you're starting to pre-cum! Are you thinking about how nice it'll feel later on? You little pervert!"
She squeezed tighter as she said that last word, without the disgust of the last time she'd said it.
Over the course of about five minutes, she squeezed down tighter and moved her breasts faster, until she had reached a feverish pace, pumping her whole torso up and down. The fabric of her shirt rubbed my head so well, making a warm, almost hot feeling on all sides. It was such a feeling that I couldn't resist at all. I gave her a warning.
"Sergeant Major, I'm gonna cum!"
"Yeah? Are you gonna shoot that sperm all over your Sergeant Major's face? You dirty, nasty recruit! You think I'd let you do that?"
"Y-yes?"
"Hah, wrong!"
Just as she felt my head start to spasm, she grabbed onto my length again, and shoved the head up into one warm, soft breast, jerking out my hot load onto her undershirt, which couldn't absorb the thick white globs. She then took the base of my cock, and began slapping at the tops of her breasts with the head. I felt myself continue the same orgasm, spewing even more thick cum onto her bouncing chest.
While I was still recovering in her chair, CSM Carol walked over to the other side of the room, pulled off her shirt, and quickly replaced it with a fresh one, giving me only a brief view of her bare back. I stood up, and closed my fly. I felt drained, but remarkably content. I took a step forward and reached out in an inquiring gesture.
"Sergeant major, what w--"
"Detail, Attention!"
I (the detail in question,) came quickly to attention, back in my complete uniform. She paced back and forth in front of me, giving one final lecture.
"That was an example of what can happen if you consistently and repeatedly perform your Corps duties to the best of your abilities. You do of course realize that this must be kept in strictest confidence. Any discussion of this matter can be punished by up to thirty days of Closed Military Confinement, up to forty Marching Tours, and a Class One Honor Violation, all in accordance with the Corps SOP and SRR."
"Understood, Sergeant Major."
"Keep up the good work," she said, giving me a light backhanded smack on my left cheek. She came to strict attention, and sounded off, "Detail, Dismissed!"
I walked back to barracks that night confused, but utterly content. I cradled my left cheek in my hand, scuffed by her class ring as a reminder of our encounter. I kept the incident in total secrecy, though it was not our last clandestine operation...
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19,506 | Yet Another Fucking Doctor Story | ChrisEva | NonConsent/Reluctance | 2021-12-07 | 2021-12-07 | 2022-01-01 15:46:56 | 1 | literotica.com | https://www.literotica.com/s/yet-another-fucking-doctor-story | Submissive College Girl Gets a Physical. | ['Anal', 'College', 'Collegegirl', 'Doctor', 'Enema', 'Examination', 'Inspection', 'Medical', 'Physical', 'Submissive'] | 4.44 | Am I ever going to get enough of this story theme? Probably not.
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"What do you mean, you're worried about messing up?"
Brooke said this, puzzled, as she looked at her friend. They were standing on the sidewalk that marked the boundary between campus and town, their poses and body language very much of the stereotypical, attractive young college women they were. Traffic was heavy, flowing past in a steady stream, and when the university shuttle bus pulled away from the curb near them both girls turned their heads to let the diesel smoke clear. Brooke stuck her tongue out in a mock gag. Why don't they make these electric already, she thought.
Olivia's face was scrunched up anxiously as usual and she was biting her lip. A cute girl, to be sure, dressed nicely in a light blue sweater and jeans, hands folded across her chest, backpack slung casually with a strap over one shoulder. Make-up on point. Brooke smiled to herself. From what she knew, Olivia's life was always one tiny step away from disaster--like the school assignments she never quite remembered or this doctor appointment she had made today at the very last minute before the deadline--but somehow she managed to put it all together with regard to her appearance.
Brooke looked again at her friend. It was a wonder. More than just put together, Olivia was quite a spectacular college beauty. Brooke herself was the other way around: sometimes it felt that she had everything under control except for the way she looked. She sighed. Maybe it was just about priorities. Did she care enough about what other people thought of her? Definitely not as much as Olivia did.
The street noises quieted enough for Olivia to answer.
"I don't know... I mean, I haven't been to the doctor since I was a little kid."
Brooke shook her head, confused. "Olivia. They're like your service provider. They're there to do a job for you. It's not a performance. There's nothing to mess up."
"I know." She blew out a puff of air from pursed lips. "It's just..."
"I have to run," Brooke interrupted. She loved her dear and closest friend, but at the moment there was no time to console her, to deal with her hesitation about life's routine duties, to comfort her, to help her get all her shit together. To tell her that everybody liked her and it was all going to be okay. That seemed to be Olivia's main worry, that she wouldn't do what people expected from her, and let somebody down.
And Brooke wanted to be supportive. But at the moment, she had a hundred other things to deal with in her own life. "Just go get it done, Liv. Then you'll have everything you need for the visa, right?"
"Yeah, I think." Olivia thought about her upcoming semester abroad, and all of the other paperwork that loomed in front of her. It all seemed too much. That caused her to think of a few more questions that she should ask Brooke.
But Brooke could see where this was going and cut her off.
"Olivia. Listen, you're fine. Go do this thing, get the papers signed, then get to your classes. I'll catch up with you tonight, okay? You can run through your checklist with me."
Brooke paused her pep talk and eyed her friend suspiciously. "You did make the checklist, right?"
"Yes..." Olivia said hesitantly, and not entirely truthfully.
"Good. See you then, girl."
And with a peck on Olivia's cheek Brooke turned away from her friend and began looking for a way to cross the four lanes of traffic to the Walgreens opposite them.
"I hope he's young and hot!" she said impulsively over her shoulder as she spotted a gap in the traffic.
"Who?" Olivia was confused.
"The doctor, silly." Then as she jumped into the street she yelled back, loudly, "The one who's going to check you out!"
"Brooke!" Olivia gasped in surprise, glancing around her to see who might have overheard her friend's bald remark. My God, Brooke was so dear to her but sometimes she was just too much! She could feel her face turning bright red and dropped her gaze to the ground to avoid eye contact with anyone. Slowly she felt herself calming down and looked back up.
Brooke was navigating the heavy foot traffic on the opposite sidewalk and then disappeared into the store with a simple wave back to her. A melancholy feeling swept over Olivia suddenly. She hated saying goodbye to anyone she loved--and she loved people deeply--to be left by herself to grapple with the big world and her own direction in it, or lack of direction as was typical in her case.
People all around were bustling to and fro on their own business. They all seemed so purposeful. To her, everyone else always seemed to know exactly what they were doing with all of their own affairs of their busy lives, and she felt that familiar sense of loneliness rise up within her. A longing to be with people who cared about her and gave her a sense of place. To have a belonging.
She liked being with people. She was really good at people. Understanding what they wanted. How to behave in order to make them feel comfortable with her, how to fit in. Taking pleasure in acting an appropriate role, in the role expected of her.
She wasn't a person with a strong sense of individual drive and action, and wondered how many of the people rushing around her with those serious, intent faces actually felt like she did inside, or if she was the only one who felt confused and without a strong internal compass.
A man strode directly towards her; early 40's with a neatly trimmed haircut and beard, carrying a briefcase. Attractive. Now here was a man who seemed to have just such an internal compass that she was thinking she lacked. He wasn't any regular college boy.
She imagined that he was a professor. She liked the way his face told the world that he was important, serious, and intelligent, but still friendly. A man like that could hold her in his arms and adore her, tell her she was beautiful and that she was all that he needed. He would run his fingers through her hair, touch her forehead, and fall completely in love with her.
She would trust a man like that. And she would obey him, please him. Fantasies of submission gave her a warm feeling inside. On the surface it meant giving up power, doing what the other wanted, but in a deeper way it gave her power of a sort, because he would need her so badly and she would grant him the gift of obeying him. That shifted some of the control to her, didn't it? She liked to believe this, anyway. It was a thrill she didn't experience in real life, only in fantasy. But it was a powerful fantasy for her.
The professor gave her an appreciative glance as he passed, first at her face and then involuntarily down to take in her figure. Her heart quickened and her mind wandered. What if she was that professors' wife?
He'd be famous and giving the keynote speech at the international symposium with attendees having traveled from around the world to hear him. From the front row they would sit and listen and their respect for him would be visible on their faces, and afterwards when they crowded him and demanded his individual attention, he would say firmly, Gentlemen, I would love to stay and talk with you about the latest research in titanium oxides but I must go back to office now to fuck my wife; I've been waiting all day for it.
Sometimes she'd even let herself take her fantasies into the realm of the degrading. Why she got a kick out of teasing herself with this she didn't know, but that's the way it was. Something about being used and even humiliated by a powerful man turned her on. She wouldn't do this in real life, she thought, but she heard once that it was healthy to let your brain be unrestrained in the world of fantasy.
Like in the case of her professor, maybe there'd be a knock on the door while she was naked in there with him and he would answer, Who is it? Thurman, sir, a squeaky voice would reply. One of his grad students. Come in, Thurman, he'd say, but I'm fucking my beautiful wife, so this had better be good--You see these tits? You don't get tits like this every day. Round, firm. Wouldn't you like to have tits like this to enjoy whenever you want?
Yes, sir. I would, sir. Sorry to interrupt, but you know the Tungsten experiment I've been running with Xiaoming? We have the results. They are good, you should see them. The professor would then stop mid-pump with his cock deep inside his beautiful and hot wife. Good data, Thurman? He'd say. Well, okay. Then pulling out, Honey why don't you suck my cock while I look over this data. Good girl, just kneel right there.
Jesus, she thought, what a sudden fantasy. Where did that come from?
She was turning herself on, and found herself about to put her hand up to mash her tit in the middle of the street. What had gotten into her today? This wasn't at all like her. She watched the backside of her fantasy professor disappear down the street and looked down to the ground again, suddenly embarrassed even though she knew nobody could read her mind.
Her need to find a strong and even dominating personality to guide her and provide her validation was a deep part of her own character. But in an unexpected demonstration of self-awareness, knowing that this characteristic was a danger for getting into abusive situations, she had been successful in limiting her own relationships in her life. In fact, so far the total count was just two, both from high school and none in college yet where she'd maintained a high bar.
The high school guys never made it far. The first, a wiry athlete named Jack, was too naive and confused to know what to do with her. In a sense he didn't know what he had stumbled into in his quickly passing youth--by the time he would realize how precious she was and what he could have done with her, he would be far older and with far fewer of these opportunities. His uncertainty and inexperience was unattractive to her.
She craved a mature man, someone with confidence and purpose. Jack was unsure of himself and was looking for a woman to help him figure it all out. Maybe he needed a strong woman in the same way that she craved a strong man. She gave in and let him fool around a little on a few dates, letting him give her some tentatively and badly executed kisses and to squeeze her tits awkwardly before he came in his pants with a few simple touches. He didn't hold her interest and she broke it off.
The second was a handsome devil from Puerto Rico named Miguel who swept her off her feet with a bouquet of roses and chocolate on their first date. He was very well polished and groomed, and in fact, when Olivia surprised him with a cake she had baked for his birthday and brought it over to his house an hour before they were set to go out, she found her polished and groomed boyfriend in bed with another polished and well-groomed boy. She was submissive by nature but not a fool. This was too much for her, and so that one ended as well without progressing much either.
That was the extent of her sex life history. Aside from a few toys she had tried on her own, of course.
And so far in college, the boys that she had met in her dorm and classes seemed, well... like boys. She wanted a man. It wasn't for lack of opportunity. Her looks encouraged many offers. But she didn't want to be the conquest of some little boy in his cluttered dorm room, fumbling around awkwardly with her bra and his own zipper before he shot his load all over his own underwear in juvenile giddiness. She wanted a man. A hot doctor man, maybe, she mused... as she thought back to Brooke's embarrassing comment in the street.
She reflected on her upcoming appointment. Up to this point, she had been nervous about what she would be asked to do and how she would behave. But it had only been a hazy thought, and if she had pictured any audience at all it was merely a vague concept of some sort of medical establishment personnel. Her brain hadn't processed all the way to the reality of one individual, hot doctor checking her body out, as Brooke had illustrated so vividly. This specific concept was, to be honest, exciting, but also a little scary for her.
She bit her lip and decided to face it one step at a time. Her mother always told her not to borrow trouble. What had Brooke just told her? Go get it done. Get the papers signed. Olivia didn't want to face her friend tonight with a disappointing report, so she pushed away her hesitations and decided that she would take the advice and do what needed doing. And checking her phone, it had to be now--she was already in danger of being late. Another stinky campus shuttle bus was pulling up to the curb anyway, so this was the time for her exit.
Once she was set to action it was a brisk walk across town and then she found herself on the third floor of a three-story medical building outside an impressively dark-stained wooden door. Calgary Medical Associates, it said in a gold-embossed lettered sign in fancy script. A list of individual doctors too long to read appeared below in small print, all caps. Many of them had additional lettered suffixes to their names that she didn't recognize, offering further proof of their expertise as if the heavy oak door wasn't enough.
Well, she'd put this off long enough, she knew. And she really did want to get this semester to Spain figured out and on track, so with a new found resolve. It was second nature to check and recheck her own appearance so she took a look down at herself to straighten out the wrinkles in her sweater and tug her jeans to the center and around her ass.
She was dismayed to find a spot on her chest. The fuck, she thought. and right there on my boob. How did that get there? She ran back through her morning routine, where she had coffee and grabbed the donut. It wasn't that noticeable but it annoyed her. She looked up and down the hallway and tried to brush it off of her sweater. She had only a bra underneath so taking it off wasn't an option. Ignoring the stain was the only choice but it put her in an irritated mood. She spent a few more moments running her hands over her chest to fix it the best she could.
Sighing, she pushed open the heavy door with some effort and entered the hallowed chamber.
The waiting room was smaller than she expected, and the check-in routine except for when the middle-aged, slightly pudgy receptionist told her that Dr. Scott was delayed and would be with her in about twenty minutes, and that she was sorry for the delay.
"Is Dr. Scott a man?" Olivia asked directly, surprising herself. Brooke's comment must have been lingering in her mind. She normally wasn't so direct about standing up for her interests.
"Why yes, honey," the receptionist said, looking up at her young client. Her name tag read Madge which of course it would. Madge wouldn't win any beauty contests, but she had a certain attractiveness for her age, Olivia thought, and she was wearing a low-cut blouse that showed more of her bulging breasts from Olivia's standing view than she thought Madge would have wanted. Olivia could even see the upper edge of Madge's large brown nipples showing along with her cleavage.
"Would you prefer a female doctor?"
Olivia brought her gaze back. She didn't know how to respond to this. Of course she would prefer a woman, but she was nervous about making a fuss. She looked over her shoulder at the other two people in the waiting room, a young man and an older woman, both sitting and looking down at their laps. The guy was on his phone and the woman was reading a magazine. Olivia wasn't sure if it was okay to make a special request about the gender of the doctor and she was conscious of appearing immature or weird to her small audience. And also to Madge.
"We have three women on staff here," Madge droned on, her breasts jiggling as she talked.. "None are available today, but you can reschedule for next week I think. Or the week after. Let me check their schedules."
"No, no, Dr. Scott will be fine," Olivia said hurriedly, catching the glance of the young man and already feeling embarrassed to have asked about this. She hated being a special case and being called out for making a bother.
"Okay, honey, then just have a seat and we'll call you in a bit. Fill out these three pages and sign the places where I put the X'es." Olivia thought that Madge had seen enough of the office today and was ready to get home to relax. She wondered what her life was like. A night of buttered popcorn and binge-watching the second season of Big Little Lies?
She took a seat in the corner, trying to be unnoticed but also glancing secretly at the young man on his phone when she passed him. He was pretty cute, a wisp of blonde hair falling over one eye. Probably a student. Maybe he had more going on at home than Madge did. A girl? What kind of sex did he have? He looked like a nice, reserved guy, but did he and his girl have some kinks? Did they go for anal sex? Did he get it all the time, like this morning, then he comes out to walk around cool as can be?
Wow, she thought to herself. Why was her brain in this sexual mood today? Fantasizing about being a professor's wife? Looking at the receptionist's breasts? Checking out the dude waiting for the doctor? What else am I going to sexualize today, she wondered.
What if the doctor had a thing for Madge? After work every day, he'd come up behind her with his bald head and fat stomach and snap his fingers for Madge to assume the position. She'd bend over obediently, her breasts spilling out of that loose blouse, helped by his fat fingers unsnapping her bra, and he'd say something like, Madge, you filed that paperwork wrong for the Baskins case, for that you get 10 spanks. Yes, sir, she'd say, sorry sir, and then he'd say you know I don't spank over panties, to which she'd say yes, sir, and pull her panties down exposing her bare round ass. He'd smack her white pudgy bottom over and over while she whimpered, and her ass turned a bright shade of pink.
She giggled out loud and the older woman looked over to her. Oh my God, what the fuck am I doing, she thought. What has gotten into me? She almost burst out laughing, wondering why she'd been sexualizing poor hard-working Madge with the luxurious tits at the front desk. And why did her brain go there, was the doctor really going to be a fat, balding guy?
A nurse appeared at the doorway and interrupted her thoughts with a patient call; but it wasn't for her. It was Mr. Blonde Young Man. This time Olivia gawked openly at him as he stood up and walked, distracted, to the clinic door on command. Jeans looked really good on guys, she thought. The way the fabric highlighted the thighs and ass. This guy was lean and good looking. I wouldn't mind being his doctor and giving him a checkout, was the thought that flitted across her mind, surprising herself.
I'm always thinking submissive, she thought. What if I try something dominant? So this cute guy goes into his little exam room and I'm the doctor and I knock on his door, walking in while he's still half-undressed. Sorry, he apologizes nervously, I haven't gotten the gown on yet. No problem, just stop there, I say, his naked ass still hanging out. I'll take a look at your cock first anyway, just pull that gown back off and put your dick right here into my hands. That's it. Nice cock you've got, I like how it's got some weight to it.
She smiled. It was an intriguing fantasy. She could see the attraction of being the one in calm, cool control, ordering the other person around. But it was far enough from her natural personality that she didn't see her doing that in real life. Plus she was afraid she'd run out of ideas once she'd inspected his cock and squeezed his ass or something.
In an attempt to redirect her brain away from all this sexual energy, she started to compose an update for Brooke. But she struggled with what to say, and before she could get very far the nurse reappeared at the little doorway and called her name. Her heart fell. Shit, she thought, the doctor awaits to check out my body. Fantasies are all fun and all, but when it's for real it's a different level.
The nurse took her to a tiny room, almost a closet off the main hallway really, and measured her vitals there before escorting her to one of the exam rooms where she was left to wait again. She passed a couple of closed doors and wondered if her jeans guy was in fact tying up his cock into one of the gowns right now like she had imagined, and she smiled at the thought.
As she sat she tried to clear her mind, breathing deeply. So far, so good, she thought, as she took stock of herself. Hold yourself together.
In the hallway outside, the nurse caught Dr. Scott's attention on his way out of an exam room.
"Who's up next, Janette?"
"Two college kids. Boy in room 2 and girl in room 3."
He nodded. "Who was first?"
"Boy."
He'd go to the boy first, then, to be fair, even though the idea of seeing to a girl--maybe even an attractive one--appealed to him more. It had been a busy week without much color for him. There had been communication that troubled him from his parents about his younger brother and it seemed there was always something to take care of, even from thousands of miles away.
He nodded to Nurse Sullivan and made his way to the balcony for a quick smoke break. It was a bad habit, but a lifelong one and a strong one. There was no just quitting nicotine easily. The steel door swung shut behind him with a clang and he was alone for a few precious moments of his day; he pulled out a cigarette and lit it, puffed. He liked the noise of the town looking down from the balcony back here. This wasn't much of a metropolis but in some ways this particular view of the alley with its rundown tiles and brick walls and even the trash and graffiti reminded him of Zagreb, where he grew up. Croatia.
That made him think, of course, of Papa. The old asshole, still practicing but still causing trouble. Dr. Stjepan Horvat. In a roundabout way, the old man was responsible for John being where he was here at Calgary Medical. Not just growing up the son of a doctor, learning the terminology and work from an early age, but specifically causing him to flee his own country for his own safety and that of his family, especially his mother and brother.
The trigger was Croatia joining the European Union in 2013. It caused a culture clash in many ways. One was to the long-established system of bribes in place for the navigation of people's lives, and ironically--and not well understood outside the country or by his colleagues in the American medical school--medical staff were the worst offenders of all public servants in the country.
The bribes had never been exorbitant, each about 2000 Kuna or a few hundred euros. That's not to say they were good for the ordinary people; they sucked especially for those living paycheck to paycheck. But if you wanted your tests run on time or your medications prescribed then everyone knew you paid them, in cash, usually without being asked. In a way, it was seen by many as appreciation for service, perhaps something like gratuity for waiters in the US, since government doctors were not paid much.
But things changed after 2013. At least there were attempts. The hospital of Dr Horvat, the senior--as John at that time hadn't graduated yet from university, much less medical school--was one of the members of the medical establishment that was high on the take, and his hospital happened to be the one where the EU anti-corruption hammer came down hardest.
This impacted the doctor's income equally hard, and he had several habits to feed, notably alcohol and horse gambling, both which have a deep history in Croatia. John, then named Josip, hated the alcohol because Papa was an angry drunk and hated the track because his mother never had money to buy nice things for the family, and more irritating to John, for herself.
When faced with a reduced income, instead of reducing his spend like a rational person would, Stjepan took the path of least resistance and turned to borrowing on the street to support his bad habits. Within a year, without the additional income from the patient bribes, he was far in debt, and to some dangerous people.
Josip was a uni student at the time and didn't know any of this until he returned from class one winter day and found Majka--his mother--crying on the front step. She blurted out that two men had come to the house that day and threatened her; and since Papa was too drunk most of the time they insisted that she come up with the money Papa owed, and in just two weeks. Josip grew up fast that day as Majka explained everything and he grew enraged as he understood.
He could have killed Papa that day. And in fact, he imagined several ways to do so. But that wouldn't solve the problem, so he turned his red hot anger and nonstop drive to solving the problem another way. It took the next two months and a series of steps, some which went as he hoped and some not. But he cleared the debt. He had the scars to prove that, both mental and physical.
John stubbed out the cigarette. His patients were waiting for him. He always got lost in thoughts about the old country when he was out here on the balcony of this place. The time with his own family before he came to America for med school and changed his name.
He headed back in to do his job.
In the exam room where Olivia was waiting, a few minutes went by, then a few more, and she started to relax out of boredom. She didn't mind the time by herself and surprisingly found her earlier irritation about her sweater fading. She wasn't in a hurry to get back to her classes and schoolwork, and there was a sense of peace that enveloped her the longer she was in this quiet room.
But that all fell apart when there was a knock on the door, and as the door cracked open a resonant male voice inquired, "Olivia?" Her knees went weak and she felt a pit widening in her stomach.
"Yes, that's me," she choked out, not sure if she should stand to greet him or not. She didn't trust herself to be steady so she opted to stay put in the little plastic chair where the nurse had parked her, and from which she dutifully hadn't moved.
"Sorry for the delay," he said. "There was a patient in front of you."
Oh crap, he was a handsome devil after all, Olivia thought, as she watched him approach. He held out a hand for greeting. Dark pants, long white lab coat, stethoscope around his neck, thatch of black hair and unusually jet black eyebrows. Penetrating eyes, but friendly and earnest. He was young, for a doctor. Maybe late 20's or early 30's, she guessed. Smooth skin and an athletic build. Tall. She couldn't have been more wrong about the bald and fat of her earlier Madge daydream.
"I'm Dr. Scott," he said politely. "It's nice to meet you. Do you have that clipboard?"
Olivia was confused for a moment, then remembered she had put it on the counter behind her after the nurse left. She reached for it and handed it over, but somehow when he took it the pen fumbled out of their hands. Maybe she had been shaking when she handed it to him, and embarrassment flooded over her. What a klutz I am, she thought. How can I already be messing up?
"Oops!" he said, surprised, as the pen went clattering on the hard floor tiles, bouncing under the lip of the cabinet. Before he could do anything, she dropped to her knees to fetch it from the floor. It bounced a few feet away and towards him so she found herself crawling in the direction of his shoes before grasping it and trying to summon her dignity to stand again before him.
"Uh... thank you," he said, intrigued by her behavior, as she rose and held the pen out. Why had she jumped down to the floor so fast to help him with the dropped pen? She was blushing furiously as she handed the pen back and couldn't meet his gaze. He was immediately curious about this beautiful woman and felt an urge to try to put her at ease and make her more comfortable. "Um... sorry about that. Go ahead and take a seat and we can talk."
He was very handsome, but Olivia tried to put all that out of her mind and answer his questions politely without staring at his face and shoulders, and for God's sake don't let my eyes wander further down to check out his body, she thought.
For his part, Dr. John Scott--formerly Josip Horvat--was trying hard not to gawk at this very pretty, very curvy college girl in the blue sweater in the chair in front of him. He had the routine of his questionnaire to work through which kept him on track. But what a beauty, and so sweet. He was surprised when she jumped down to the floor suddenly, handing him back the pen he had dropped, like it was her fault. He was trying to process it all, his mind working in slow motion.
Like almost all doctors, he spent every day in a professional mindset, focused on his duties, and rarely let any other part of his human, male brain wake up and come into action. There were usually about zero patients in his practice per day that had a chance of awakening anything remotely sexual in him anyway, so it wasn't that hard a challenge in practice, all those fantasy stories aside. But something about this girl intrigued him and to his dismay he found it impossible not to think of her as an attractive young woman instead of purely a patient.
Fuck, he thought to himself. This is really important. Keep this under control, now. Don't fuck up in only your second year at this place. You've got to focus on the job to be done here. He looked at his questionnaire list.
"Do you have the paperwork you want me to fill out? For the visa application."
"Yes, I brought it. You need it now?" She was so sweet. Eager to do the right thing.
"Yes, please. I'd like to see what they're asking for."
Awkwardly she stood up to fish it out of her backpack that she'd hung on the hook behind the exam room door. She had to brush by the doctor to do this, and she was conscious of being that close to him when she did. He smelled nice. Attractive. Musky. Was that a hint of cigarette smoke? Surprisingly, she liked it. Maybe he was a bit of a bad boy.
"Here. I hope I got it all." She really hoped she did.
He shuffled through the forms as she took her seat again. "Looks like the normal things. Do you have your passport?"
The pit in her stomach that had been abating while he had been talking with her came roaring back in force. "Oh, crap!" she blurted out, shaking her head in dismay. "Sorry. I mean... I don't. I knew I would mess up!"
"No, no," he said gently, smiling in sympathy and right away attempting to calm her again. "Don't worry. You haven't messed up. We can get that information later. Just drop it off or send us a pic from your phone. It's only a few things we need from it, the passport number and expiration date I think." He patted her knee, trying to soothe her obviously agitated state.
Then he realized he had never touched a patient like that before, outside of examining them. Fuck. It was a natural move to console her, a pretty but unsure young woman. A woman like that is just asking to be comforted. She showed no sign of noticing anything unusual when he touched her, thank God. But he'd have to watch himself.
He was surprised how ready and willing he was to interact with this young woman intimately, and for her part she seemed to embrace it, and both those things signaled a danger light deep in his brain. It was flashing bright red, on and off, like a fog light on a lighthouse. John, it said, do not fucking get in trouble here with this girl. The question was would other parts of his brain acknowledge the warning.
"Okay, thank you so much," she gushed in relief. "I'm sorry. I'm always forgetting things. Just tell me what to do and I'll do it."
She said this last part with such honest intention, and without intending a double entendre he was sure, but his mind raced a hundred miles an hour after hearing this pretty thing say something like that. He couldn't help himself.
Do anything I want?
Sure, here's what I need you to do, he envisioned. Just kneel down right there in front of me, good girl, and open up those cute lips. I'm going to stick my fat cock right in there, okay? A little more open, that's it honey, you don't have to say anything. Easy now, that's right. Just look up at me and close your lips a little, just like a little kiss, and I'll slide in and out. Okay?
Fuck. What the actual fuck was he doing? He blinked and shook his head visibly, and turned back to the counter to gather himself before he did something really stupid. He breathed deeply three times and stared blankly at her visa health forms. This girl's beauty and innocence had knocked him out of his normal zone.
From her sitting position in the chair, Olivia watched him as he went quiet for a long moment then turned away. He was distracted in some way but it wasn't clear why. She hoped she hadn't done anything too wrong. She wanted to get everything done for her visa, yes, but in addition to that she wanted to please this man very much. He was a handsome, competent doctor; so capable in his responsible job.
She felt an overwhelming yearning for a man like that to love her. For it to be that he was the man she dreamed about. The one to care for her and protect her, wrap his strong arms around her and say that she was his and that nothing else mattered, and to make everything okay, to deal with all those pesky things that caused her so much trouble. She would do everything she could to obey him and hope that he would notice and appreciate her.
"Well, let's start the exam then." Dr. John Scott had corralled his brain the best he could from that entirely unexpected and shocking fantasy sequence, and returned to business mode. "Hop up here on the table." He patted the exam bed where the crinkly white paper had been pulled across it. It made a funny sound when he pressed on it.
She stood up too quickly, hitting the side of the chair when she did and scratching the floor noisily. "Sorry," she muttered, embarrassed, and stepped over next to the table. Then she stood there in her cute little blue sweater and jeans, looking unsure.
He raised his eyebrows, waiting for her to arrange herself up on the table, but she seemed frozen in place. He wasn't sure why. Interesting girl, he thought. What the heck is she thinking?
He was about to ask her if there was a problem when she started. "Do I... I mean, sorry," she gushed, gathering her thoughts. She wanted to do the right thing without a fuss, but she was awfully shy. She got the courage to blurt it out. "I mean, should I undress?"
"Oh, no," he replied, smiling gently. So that's what was going through her mind, he thought, as he understood the situation. What a sweet girl. Fuck. The image of her kneeling in front of him reemerged. I probably could live out my fantasy. Then he shook his head to clear the distracting images. "Not yet. We'll just check a few things first."
"Okay," she said, relieved, but also that "not yet" phrase hung out there hinting that yes, she would have to take off her clothes, but later. The red flushed to her face again while she arranged herself up on the high exam table, thinking about that. She cursed how awkward it was to climb up there, but then she knew they were designed for the doctor's comfort and not the patient's.
They went through the usual routines and Olivia tried to hold still as he inspected the ordinary parts of her body: her eyes, ears, mouth, neck, arms, knee reflexes, feet. She liked his smell as he moved around close to her and touched her here and there. She thought that she was being a good patient so far, but she was nervous about what she would be asked to do in the remaining part of the exam. There was still a pit in her stomach.
"I'm going to listen to your heart next. If you don't mind removing your sweater."
In her mind she might have imagined that she could resist such a request, that she would have some choice in the matter; some free will. But in reality he was the professional, standing there next to her, telling her to strip down to her bra for him. There was no way she could do anything but obey. You will undress for me and I will start looking at your naked body, his tone of voice said.
He watched with interest as she pulled one hand then the other into the sleeves of her sweater and then slowly the whole thing went up and over her head, exposing her flat stomach and a white sports bra. While her head was lost in the sweater and blocking their eye-to-eye contact he peeked at the bulge of her breasts which had a very pleasing round shape, and again he had to shake his head just in time for her head to pop out and the sweater to drop down on the table beside her.
"You look like you are in shape. Fit, I mean." What the fuck was he doing. He never said things like this to his patients.
She blushed again in response to his praise. It was adorable the way the color rushed across her cheeks. "Yes. I love to do yoga."
"Perfect. I mean, that's really a good exercise for the whole body." Again he had to steel himself to get back on track. This pretty woman derailed him so easily from his professional manners. "Take some deep breaths and I will listen to your heart."
Sometimes if a female patient wore a low-cut bra he'd put the scope down on her naked skin above the bra line, slipping it under the top seam if he needed a position further down. Olivia's full breast was enclosed by her sports bra so he placed the stethoscope onto the fabric over her upper chest so he could listen to her heart, far above her nipple. The telltale bump showed through the bra, gently elevating the white fabric, and the circle of areola could faintly be seen. A perfect feminine form, he thought. As she breathed, the mass of her chest rose up and down. She even closed her eyes, relaxing for him, while he listened. What a perfect girl.
"Now turn for me." He moved around the end of the table to her back side, pressing the scope on the broad swath of fabric that ran below her shoulders and across the wing bones, supporting the weight of her breasts on the front. From his vantage point behind her, he bent his head to stare at her ear, neckline, shoulder, and breasts as they rose up and down. A beautiful side view and he wondered how she would look naked.
"Good," he said, tearing himself away from that lovely view. Then he panicked. Did I just tell her she was a good girl? Fuck. Watch what you say, he thought to himself. But let's just keep this rolling.
"Go ahead and take off your pants for me and I'll look at your abdomen."
"On the table?"
"Yes, please." The doctor thought for a minute. "Olivia, have you had regular checkups? Like this one?"
"No, I can't remember one since I was little."
"You haven't had an exam of any kind since you hit puberty?"
"No."
"Now I see. It did seem to me that you were nervous."
Olivia blushed and looked down again, half way through pulling her jeans over her hips. She was doing all this while on the table, lifting her butt up and rocking back and forth to get the tight jeans off. He didn't mean to imply that she had to stay on the table while undressing, but at this point he was starting to enjoy some aspects of this physical examination so he didn't interfere, and merely observed.
"Yeah, sorry, doctor. I'm really nervous, to be honest." The jeans popped all the way off and she sat back down, dressed now only in the white bra and simple cream-colored panties. She breathed out in a mini-exhaustion from undressing while balancing on the exam table. "I don't know what to do. That's why I was nervous about messing up."
"You aren't messing up. You are doing fine."
She looked up at him with a grateful smile, and his dick hardened inside his trousers. Fuck, I hope that doesn't show, he thought.
"Just lie back now and relax. Right. Like that."
She leaned backwards on the table but it felt awkward; exposed in front of him, practically naked in bra and panties and it didn't help that he was fully clothed, with a tie even. She hadn't noticed that before, but there it was under his lab coat. He was sharply dressed. But she wasn't, being almost completely unclothed, and her natural instinct was to cover herself as she settled down to the table. He wasn't going to leave it that way, though, she found out quickly.
"Hands go at your sides," he said as he took her arms away from her body. "I'll check your abdomen now."
Now she was flat on her back on the exam table, uncovered, with nowhere to look but straight up at the ceiling tiles. He was strong and clothed and powerful, standing beside her, above her, and she was nearly naked and exposed before him, vulnerable, her breasts and groin presented upwards. She tried to control her breathing so it wouldn't be obvious that she was nervous as hell. She swallowed deliberately and wondered what was going to happen next.
The doctor stood by her side, looking down at her, waiting for her to give him the okay to proceed, or at least for her to settle down.
"Is it going to hurt?" She asked, with concern. Her voice quavered.
"No, no. It shouldn't. Please tell me if it does." His large, strong hands touched down on the skin above her belly button and pressed into her creamy skin. "Well, it might feel a bit uncomfortable when I apply pressure. But it's not supposed to hurt. Okay?"
"I see." She blew out the air from her cheeks. This girl was wired so tight right now. He focused back on her stomach and pushed in. She flinched. Steadily he increased the pressure and palpated around her abdominal cavity, asking frequently if she felt anything notable. Her waist was so flat, and so lean. She giggled as he checked her sides.
"Sorry. That tickles."
"That's quite all right. It's normal. Nothing caused any pain?"
"No." She shook her head vigorously to emphasize her answer and he patted her tummy.
"Good girl."
Fuck. This time he really said it. He couldn't believe it. He'd never done that in four years of med school or the year and a half here at Calgary Med. He paused in shock at himself. But his patient didn't seem to notice anything unusual about his comment, and in fact she seemed pleased that he had given his approval. She'd resumed looking up at the ceiling, waiting patiently for his next instruction.
He looked over the pretty young lady on the table in front of him. Her rounded chest expanding and contracting with every breath, the soft skin of her impossibly flat lower abdomen as it intersected the delicate horizontal panty line. The perfection of her inner thighs barely touching together below the panties. Slender legs tapering down to naked feet, red toenail polish gleaming.
He noticed the bumps of her two lowest ribs visible below the bottom of her bra. She was slender there and he could see the outline of the bones clearly through the skin. He put his fingers on them to palpate and she flinched again.
"Sorry," he said. "I just noticed you have protruding ribs."
His hands felt warm against her skin as he approached her chest. She liked how he pushed against her. It was soothing in a way. There was no hesitation or uncertainty. This was a man who made deliberate, intentional movements, and it was clear that she was going to be taken along for the ride whether she wanted to or not. She decided that so far it hadn't been so bad.
"Is that... something wrong?"
"No, not at all." He laughed. "A lot of women would be jealous." He'd already said so much during this examination that he shouldn't have, that this unexpected and unguarded comment--which would have previously panicked him-- instead just washed over like another wave hitting the shore. What the fuck, it's not a big deal, he started to let himself think, as he could feel his originally pure medical ethics sliding. She didn't seem to mind the compliments, in fact from her blushing he judged that she was appreciating, even basking in them.
"I just need to check that there isn't any swelling." He rubbed a little too long on the skin over those protruding bones, then followed her line of ribs up one, then two, walking his fingers. He neared the curve of her breast and pushed gently into it as he continued upwards. She took an involuntary breath in as he deformed her breast upwards. Her flesh felt pleasant. Firm.
John's dick pulsed in his trousers as he felt more of her body. He could feel it taking control of this exam, with his upper brain in very real danger of being dragged by his animal instincts towards a fate that he couldn't precisely see, but for which he had a good idea of its general neighborhood. He was both horrified and thrilled at the same time.
She interrupted his train of thought. "I have a bone like that down lower. But only on that one side."
He pulled his hands away from her breasts and looked to where she was indicating with her hand.
"Ah, yes. That's your iliac crest. Top of the hip bone." He put a hand on her side where the hips widened and felt the protrusion up to the skin there. "Again, it's just a sign of being slender. Not a problem at all."
"But it's not on the other side?" He moved to check, pleased to have another reason to inspect her body. His hands were a bit rough from all the routine tasks in his job and handwashing--not to mention from his many hobbies that required manual work--and she liked the way they scratched her smooth skin a little bit, like fine sandpaper.
"Yes, I can feel it over here too, just under the skin, not as visible. Don't worry, everybody is slightly asymmetric. Nothing to be concerned about, unless you are feeling pain. There is a condition called iliac crest pain syndrome, but it usually wouldn't hit until you are older. Arthritis."
Before he realized what he was doing his hands slid from palpating her iliac crest bones back to her tummy. It felt so good to feel her there, to have that body-to-body contact. He didn't say anything, and she endured patiently, so he moved further downwards, then under her delicate panty waistband. It was only for an inch, but he could feel the beginnings of her mons pubic, the little bump above and around her clitoris. He smiled as he thought of this direction being called "inferior" in medical terminology, towards the feet. Inferior my ass, he thought, as he closed in on her pussy. This is the fucking superior direction.
"Again, we're just looking for any sensitivity. Anything that hurts when I press."
She swallowed and tried to keep her emotions level as this handsome doctor's hands slid under her panties and towards her pussy. He pressed down against the soft skin, moving further down another inch, and he noticed her breathing shakily. This examination was getting more intense for her by the minute. "It's fine," she choked out.
Then he went further down, a palm against each beautiful, soft thigh, just to the outside of her pussy. Lateral to her pussy, he thought with another smile; let's be precise here, this is a medical examination after all. He flexed his hands in and out, squeezing, feeling the flesh of her legs and working his way down to mid-thigh and then back up towards her groin. The tops of his hands brushed lightly against her pussy lips as he manipulated her. He let it just be a graze, for now.
This was taking Olivia to another level and she breathed in carefully as he grabbed her body. It was like getting a groin massage. She was glad that she had shaved well recently. She always did, it was one of her habits that went along with her fine attention to her makeup and general appearance, but she had done an extra careful job and for that she was thankful. She hadn't been sure what was going to happen today but it made her more comfortable knowing she prepared well for this.
At one particular point when he moved down her left thigh she felt a pang of discomfort. It felt like a small lump under her skin. She grimaced but then he was past it. He didn't seem to notice.
"Olivia, are you sexually active?"
He asked before he processed what he was saying.
She was taken by surprise. She was gutting through this exam, waiting for him to finish whatever he was doing with his hands down her panties and all over her groin, and she didn't expect him to start a Q&A session.
"No... I'm kind of embarrassed to say, but I'm not."
He stopped his motions but continued to hold his hands against her body. He looked up to her face.
"There's nothing to be embarrassed about. Have you had any discomfort, or issues at all with sexual function?"
"No, nothing. I think everything is okay."
"I can take a look."
She hesitated. He hadn't let up his pressure on her inner thighs. While they talked, his hands had been closing in slowly to the midpoint of her groin. She couldn't see for sure because she was looking up at the ceiling and this was all happening under her panties anyway, but she guessed that by this point he had gathered the lips of her pussy together, pinching them up in a bunch between the index finger of each hand.
"I... it's okay," she said cautiously, trying to avoid this getting more intense.
Was she getting wet in response to the attention from this attractive doctor? He wouldn't stop pressing down on her sensitive skin. He just kept pushing in here and there and his thumbs were approaching dangerously close to her clit. She wanted him to either get his hands out of there or just fucking start rubbing her out. The suspense was embarrassing and arousing as hell. But also frustrating.
"I want to emphasize that even if you aren't sexually active, it's normal and good for your health--for everybody, women and men, I mean--to exercise your own sexual functions. To stimulate yourself to orgasm."
She raised her eyebrows. This was a really weird conversation to have with a doctor while his hands were an inch from her clit. "You're telling me it's okay to masturbate."
He laughed. This entire time he hadn't let go of the pressure on the flesh in her groin all around her pussy. "Yes, you put it better than I did. I just say this because there are many people--women--who view masturbation as negative. In modern health care we recognize that masturbation is part of overall health, plus the fantasy component itself can be a key part of one's mental health."
She smiled weakly. His hands worked their way back up her thighs. There it was again, a pain on her left side at that one spot. Damn, what was that? Did she actually have something wrong there?
"You do have suitable fantasies, right?"
She smiled again and nodded. Hell yeah, she thought to herself, especially after today.
"No pain in any of that, right?"
She was conflicted. Did she need to tell him? Yes, probably she should.
"Well... there was a bump or something. On my leg. It hurt when you pushed on it."
His face took on a professional concern. "I'd better take a look."
In a flash he pulled her panties down and just like that she was lying on her back with her entire groin region displayed out in the open for this man. He'd yanked her panties past the wide point at her hips so her entire mid-body was exposed from abdomen to thigh. Her cheeks instantly went hot as she felt the familiar flush of embarrassment come on even more quickly this time. She froze in place and looked at the ceiling in a mini panic, her mind racing, knowing that he was staring directly at her most private body parts and that she couldn't cover up.
Immediately Dr. Scott could tell this pussy was something special. First, she had herself completely groomed. Not just a little, but 100% absolutely beautiful, smooth skin. As if she had never grown a hair down there, ever. Second, her vaginal opening was simply one very long and delicate slit bounded by the barely touching ridges of her pink labia majora--the outer pussy lips-- with the clitoris and inner labia not even visible. How did it run so far, all the way from her asshole to high into the mons pubis? She wasn't even that tall a girl. Her pussy must have been five inches long from top to bottom. He cleared his mind and tried to get back to his task.
"Was it here?" He palpated the outside edge of her pussy lips without getting inside that beautiful slit. Yet.
She held still as his fingers pried at her. Fuck, that felt good, she thought. I've never had a man touch me like this. But where his fingers were touching wasn't the spot she meant.
"More on the thigh," she said, her voice quavering, and guided him to the spot with her own fingers, trying to remember exactly where it was.
He palpated where she indicated. "Yes," he said, feeling carefully and bending down to take a close look. His face was inches from her pussy. If she was wet, there was no way he wouldn't notice now.
"There is a bump there," he said after inspecting her flesh. "But it's just a lipoma. A small fat lump. It's normal. We'll just note it and track it next time. Unless you feel it getting larger or more tender it's not likely to be a problem."
She nodded, relieved that there was nothing serious. He looked down at her.
Then he did something Olivia didn't expect. Standing next to her semi-naked figure, he stood straight up, slowly unbuttoned his lab coat and hung it on the hook beside the door. She watched him. This revealed a nice olive green dress shirt underneath. Then she caught her breath as he slowly unbuttoned and rolled up each sleeve of the shirt. Olivia was trying not to gawk at this beautiful picture of the handsome man rolling up his sleeves, something she found attractive in general for any man but especially intriguing with Dr. Scott. But then she saw as he bared his arms.
"No way," she said before she could think.
He stopped mid-sleeve and turned to her. "Pardon?"
"Your tattoos." She was staring unabashedly, forgetting she was lying on the table with her naked pussy out for him. "Those are amazing. I love tattoos."
He laughed. "Yes, oh. My little secret. From the old country."
She couldn't believe she was initiating a conversation with this man who was only a foot from her naked body. But the design was so intricate and it fascinated her.
"Is it... a dragon?"
"Yes. See?" He finished rolling up both sleeves past the elbow. God, she loved the way that looked, with his strong arms naked below the cuffs of the shirt, covered in swirls of dark green and black ink, with red highlights. There was hardly a blank spot from elbow to wrist. He held his arms together carefully and they merged to form an even more beautiful image. "Two dragons. I like to say they are brother and sister."
"That is... amazing," she said sincerely. The dragon on each arm was inked in a twist so that the neck and body and tail wrapped several complete times around the circumference of each arm. The scales were incredibly detailed and the faces were truly lifelike. It was a work of quality that she had rarely seen before, maybe never.
He was enjoying this too. Not just the attention to his body art, but as he held out his arms for Olivia to inspect he was able to gawk at the sweet pink pussy below him. Such a sweet girl, with perfect skin, delicate smooth folds of her pussy lips disappearing in between her legs. He and his dick really wanted to get in there and it was all he could do to hold himself back.
"While we have you like that I'm going to do a quick check."
He turned to the sink. She had been so wrapped up in enjoying his dragon tattoos that she forgot she was lying on the table with her pants down and pussy up. She didn't exactly know what he meant by a quick check, but she guessed that he was about to get further into her vagina with those dragon arms.
All she wanted to do was reach down and pull her panties up but she knew she was not allowed to. She also knew she had turned bright red. She was doubly glad that she had shaved down there, and she was also grateful that she had a pussy she was proud of. She wasn't embarrassed by how she looked; she knew she looked good. She was just embarrassed to be displayed like this for inspection by a man she didn't know.
"Let's see here," he said as he returned to face her, pulling gloves over his washed hands. She hadn't moved an inch. He bent down, his head coming comically close to her groin. She wouldn't have any secrets to her body after this examination.
"The outer labia look fine, no swelling or irritation. Maybe just a little redness here and there, but that's due to shaving recently, right?"
She nodded, dying in embarrassment. But more was to come.
"I'll look inside your vagina now," he said.
Holy fuck, she thought, as she froze her body to the table while he positioned himself. Please don't get wet for him. Think of something besides how good he smells. And those tattoos. Oh my God, she thought. Imagine those darkly inked hands on my shoulders, moving up to my face, touching my mouth, then he puts a finger in and wants me to lick it. No no, don't imagine it, for Christ's sake. Don't get wet.
"Relax your legs for me." He said it plainly, with a hand laid on her thigh and with reluctance she obeyed. "And rotate your hips outwards... like that. Good."
With no delay she felt his touch on her inner thigh and then he was up to her sensitive folds, pulling the pussy lips to the side and opening her up. A finger ran up all the way on the inside edge of her long slit, and then she felt him spreading her wide. She died again and stared at the ceiling. He was looking straight up her coochie now, she was sure.
"The inner labia are fine, the tissues look healthy. The hymen is partially intact. I don't need to go further in. And next is the clitoris... I'll be careful."
Fuck, she thought as she felt him poke and prod the most private part of her private parts. Is this normal? Oh God, that one felt good though, as he touched right there. She struggled with what she was supposed to be feeling at this point. It is just part of my body, right? And this is a physical examination. I'd want a doctor to find out if anything is wrong with me. She was trying to reason her way through this, to accept it, but then she felt the sensation of the flesh around her clit being pushed and pulled by his dragon hands and logic started to fade from her brain. It felt an awful lot like he was about to rub one out for her.
He didn't manipulate her clit directly but what he was doing was enough to put her over the edge and she gave up reasoning. She yearned for him. She had to resist shifting her hips and grinding her thighs together as he touched her. It would have been easier and in a way almost less embarrassing if he'd just take her all the way to an orgasm and be done with it. Didn't he want to test her sexual function, anyway? Fuck. She couldn't stand much more of this holding still and pretending it was all an ordinary day at the office while he rubbed her clit. It went on for a few long moments.
"That all looks fine," he said, finally, pulling away, and in another jiffy he had pulled up her panties. She was clothed again, at least in underwear, just like that. It passed like a dream. She exhaled a big breath of air and stared at the ceiling; thinking, processing, waiting. Did that just happen? Her still clit tingled and in her mind she could feel his dark, tattooed arms working away on her, slowly rubbing her pussy, telling her, what the fuck did he say, your inner labia and your hymen look good? Oh my God. She took a peek at him and he was standing beside the exam table, looking at her waist.
"Um..." John said hesitantly, holding back a precious second before taking the plunge. She wondered what he was thinking about. It almost seemed as if he was deciding something.
John was in fact trying to decide something. He was in a bit of a trance after fooling around with that perfect pussy. Holy shit was it tender, pink, and lovely. And that little nub of a clit at the top of her long slit. He could tell that she was trying not to squirm as he got near it and knew that she was ultra sensitive. He could spend an hour with his mouth down there getting her off, touching, licking, sucking. Especially sucking that clit; the technique for 100% God-damn guaranteed female orgasm. He guessed from her hymen that she hadn't had that many chances yet for a guy to do much with her. How fun would that be, to take the time in the right situation to teach her of these pleasures.
What he was deciding was where to go with this exam, this opportunity. It was once-in-a-lifetime stuff, but it was also a really fucking good way to absolutely fuck up another once-in-a-lifetime thing which was his career. He looked at her face and tried to judge what she would be willing to tolerate. What she might want even if she didn't know it yet. She was absolutely beautiful. Innocent, looking at him with obedience and yearning in her eyes.
Fuck it. Yes. This was going to happen.
He smiled and patted her hip. "You're doing great, Olivia. Flip over now for me. Onto your elbows and knees on the table."
She hadn't heard of an exam position like this from watching TV medical dramas or whatever, but not having any experience herself she went along with it. There wasn't going to be any arguing with him, anyway. So she rolled over and propped herself up to take the position he wanted. It was less exposed than lying on her back like a turtle with her soft belly exposed, yet it still felt weird. And vulnerable. Especially her ass which now felt like it was aimed up into the air at the end of the table, covered only by her thin panties.
"Good, that's right." He moved down the table and to her dismay right towards that ass she had just been worrying about. He gazed in wonder at her perfection. No, not quite yet, he thought to himself. Jesus, John, what the fuck are you getting yourself into. But that nagging feeling that he was fucking up badly here and was going to regret this, he took that feeling, acknowledged it, then buried it. And pushed forward.
"Do you have any pains in your back?"
"No." Then she thought about waking up that morning after the intense workout the day before. "Sometimes the morning after yoga it can be stiff. Today it was."
"That sounds normal. Let me take a closer look." He ran a hand down her spine from the top of her neck, wiggling each vertebrae as he passed, going down, across the broad white fabric of the bra covering her upper back, then over the naked skin of her lower back, then all the way down to the rim of her panties above her butt. He stopped there for a moment.
Fuck, he thought. I can't stop myself here.
He snagged her panty waistband with his finger as he continued, pulling them down over the upper part of her ass while he kept the pressure against the bones of her spin. Then still harder between her butt cheeks, separating them as he wiggled, to feel the little round protrusion of her coccyx at the very end of her tailbone. This was a part of human anatomy from the distant past, from when our ancestors were fucking fish swimming around in a primitive ocean. Amazing to think about. He dug his finger deeper in there, to the left and right and then around in circles, pressing hard, feeling the edges of the bone just above the anus, before letting go.
"Nothing felt uncomfortable about that?" Besides me almost sticking my finger in your ass, he thought to himself.
"No." And then in a softer voice, "I mean... you were pushing hard. It was uncomfortable."
"But nothing hurt? No pain?"
"No."
"Good."
Olivia was trying to be good and even though she said it didn't, it actually did hurt when the doctor pushed against her bottom, and she could feel herself blush in embarrassment when he slid her panties down and put his finger all the way down her back near her butthole. She didn't know how it was supposed to feel, though, and the discomfort went away when he pulled his finger out, along with her panties snapping back up. She would have been surprised if he found any problems there, so she figured this was all routine. She breathed out in relief and waited.
Dr. Scott had more instructions for her.
"Now arch your back up. What do they call that in yoga? Cat pose?"
She arched her back up. "You mean this one? That's cat."
"Yes, good. Hold that there for a minute." He took both hands and palpated the top ridge of her back that was now stretched taut. He noticed the way that her breasts hung below her chest in this pose, between her upper arms, held suspended in the white fabric of the sports bra. What a beautiful woman, he thought yet again.
"Now bend the other way. Back down."
She giggled. "You mean cow pose? Like this, right?" Her butt went into the air and her head up between her shoulders, back sloping in a downwards arc in between.
"Right. That one. No pain anywhere doing that?"
"No. We do this all the time. It's a good warm up. I like how it stretches everything out."
"Okay. Go back to cat. Or actually the neutral position is good. Hold there for a minute while I wash." John knew what was going to happen next, and even though the ramifications loomed like a distant storm gathering its energy, he couldn't control it. He was a passenger on a train and his dick was the engineer driving the thing. Whoo whoo!
Olivia was getting fatigued staying in that pose on her knees and elbows. It felt a little like doing an extended plank exercise, except she was on her knees instead of stretched all the way out on her toes. So while the doctor turned to the sink she began shifting herself to reposition on the table.
"Stay still!" He said it with more force than he intended, a slip of his frustration with himself and the situation, and what he was about to let himself do with this pretty young woman under his care. His next moves were on a knife edge, and something in him sensed that if she didn't obey comletely that it would snap the spell and he wouldn't be able to do what he wanted. What his dick wanted.
She heard his tone of voice and popped back to her pose. Oh crap, she thought. He's upset with me. I've got to pay attention and do what he wants. So she held very still on her elbows and knees, looking forward, while she heard him finish washing at the sink.
"Hop up on your hands. Good. And slide them all the way up here." He patted the table up beyond her head. She stretched out to put her hands way up there. It took more balancing and strength to hold that position. Her confusion about what was going to happen was clarified next.
"I'll examine your breasts now." Like when he told her to take off her jeans, this was a businesslike directive and not a request.
Before she could process what he said, those tattooed hands slid around both sides of her torso and hooked the lower edge of her bra, and then in a flash he pulled the fabric away from her chest and towards her neck. Her breasts were left naked, aimed at the exam table, with the bra dangling higher up.
This time it was John's turn to take in a breath of surprise. Olivias's breasts were like nothing he had seen, and he had seen a lot of bodies; mostly older ones though. He knew that her breasts were substantially sized--probably C or D cup he'd guessed from gawking at her pleasing shape when she was sitting in the bra earlier--but in this position they didn't hang far off her chest. It was an intriguing thing to him. He wanted a closer look. She was rocked back in a way that hid part of her chest close to the table.
"Up now," he said. She hesitated, then put her butt higher in the air, moving her whole torso up.
"Further, please." She complied. Her breasts were swinging free now. Except they weren't really swinging. They were two tight, taut curves of flesh suspended below her chest. Her nipples were directly in the middle, high on the breasts. He was curious to see how she would look naked, sitting up. Time for that later, though. As he reached for her creamy flesh, a thought occurred to him.
"Olivia, do you have breast implants?"
"No." It was a reply from a nervous girl. A girl who had exposed her breasts in an unusual position and was struggling to make it through this procedure.
"Interesting. I will take a look," he said, then cupped each breast, feeling their weight. He squeezed. Very nice, he thought. He didn't understand why her tits didn't hang further down, but rather it was as if the mass of her tits was spread across her entire chest, and there wasn't much give to it. Talk about something other women would be jealous of, he thought, Jesus Christ. The ideal firm tits.
"Hold still," he said, and moved his hands to explore all of her tissue from underarm down to the nipple.
She had been trying to hold still, aware that a large portion of her body had now been uncovered for this handsome doctor's free access. She felt the cool air on the skin of her chest and her nipples tingled. Then before she knew it, he was touching, feeling her, starting by her neck and working his way down, palpating her flesh roughly. He didn't stop when he came to the tip of each breast but instead squeezed around her nipples, pulling them down towards the table. She felt a tingling in her pussy again when he did that. It was a deep contraction in her pelvis.
She gasped again when he repeated it harder, and in reaction she lowered her torso as he pulled on her tits.
"Hold still, I said."
"Yes. Sorry." She tried to straighten up, but it hurt because he didn't let go of her sensitive nipples. He was stretching the flesh.
Jesus, what was he doing, he thought. Now he was being a prick as well as being a pervert. There was no need for him to get stern with her. She had been doing everything he asked without question. He breathed out and slowed his movements. Calm the fuck down, doctor Scott, he told himself. You'll get what you want here without being an asshole. It was the tension of knowing he was doing wrong, he realized. He was externalizing it instead of owning up to it himself.
She blinked with the discomfort as he tugged on her nipples. She wanted to be a good patient, but it was difficult. She had never felt this kind of pulling sensation on her breasts before, not even during the few times she'd had sex, or even when she masturbated it was different the way she massaged her own tits, more gentle. It must be necessary for the doctor to check her, she decided, and steeled herself for more.
"Olivia, I just wanted to say... you're being good. I'm sorry if that was difficult."
John was about ready to cum in his pants. His animal instincts had taken control finally and he resigned himself to losing this battle today. Her breasts were perfect. Firm and supple, with big pink nipples puffing out below, just asking to be yanked. He checked for lumps in the standard circles and stripes pattern, with extra attention to the shape and texture. He could squeeze those nips all day, but that was enough for now.
He pulled away from this delight and moved towards her ass, leaving her tits out for a good view. She didn't move to cover. Good girl. He hoped he hadn't been too rough on her with his latest moves, but there was more coming.
"Next is the rectal exam," he said simply without discussion, and by sliding his hands under her panty waistband by her butt cheeks pulled them down to her knees quickly. Then one leg at a time he slipped the panties all the way off. This is the good shit, he thought, as he gazed on her naked ass. She wasn't clenched super tight but she wasn't giving him much room to work on her ass, either. He had an idea. He'd never done this, but he knew there was supposed to be one in each room. Would he dare...?
Fuck. He knew the answer before he even asked himself the question. He'd probably only get one chance with a patient like this and a situation like this, and he sure as hell wasn't going to miss it. He resigned himself to the reality that his dick had already decided what was going to happen with pretty little Olivia.
His patient was holding perfectly still after his last bark at her, waiting for him with tits out and ass in the air. Good girl. She was stable. There was no hurry; he had time.
Which was a good thing because it took him a whole minute to find the kit. It was in the back of the last drawer he checked, in the corner by the sink. A little folded plastic bag and nozzle thingie. Probably hadn't been used in years. He hoped he could work it correctly because there was no stopping now. One look back at this beautiful, docile creature with her perfect tits and ass and face which told him she would do anything for him, and yes he knew there was no stopping now.
It was an enema kit and it was a pretty simple concept, just a bag of saline water held up on a hook that flows down a tube through a little restraining clip and then out a nozzle into the ass. There was also the saline packet, and another capsule of Castile soap. He tried to remember what it did. Encouraged the bowels to contract, he thought vaguely. He was glad the wash basin was also there, to catch everything after, since he didn't want her to run out to the bathroom. If the staff caught him doing this he didn't know what would happen and didn't want to think about it. But one look back at that perfect round ass dispelled any hesitation that he would take the risk to go through with it.
Olivia was holding still, which wasn't that hard because she was kind of petrified after he pulled her panties off. She didn't dare move to cover herself, either her breasts or her butt, for fear that he would scold her again. She didn't like being naked on her hands and knees but she disliked being scolded even more.
So she just held still and waited as he dug around the cabinets looking for something. She didn't know what. When the water ran from the sink she couldn't resist a little peek, and he was filling up a plastic bag, testing the temperature of the water it seemed. Then he was done and closing off the top and she had to swivel her head forward quickly before he turned to her.
"Olivia, this is called an enema bag. Have you had an enema before?"
She shook her head.
"No?"
"No," she said. "I know what it is, though. I think." She knew it was something about putting water up the ass, for people who couldn't go to the bathroom normally, and that was enough to make her nervous.
"Before the rectal exam, it's a way to clean the colon." He paused while he did something with the bag that was making a crinkling noise. She peeked back again and saw that he was reaching up to hang it on a stand that was a tall metal pole with wheels. Same as the one for IV bags she thought.
"This is what's called a high-volume enema, which is 1000 milliliters, marked here on the bag. It can be uncomfortable, so we'll go slow. It's important that you retain the fluid as long as you can so it can do the work. Do you understand?"
"Yes, I think," she said quietly, without looking at him. "I've... I've never had one before."
"I understand. It's just water. Warm salt water. So it won't hurt you. First we need to fit the tube."
After he said this, again without delay she felt his hands on her butt cheeks, pulling them wide apart. This guy never hesitated, it seemed to her, taking possession of her body. It was like in one of her fantasies, giving up control to a strong man. She didn't even have a choice in this situation today, but there was something calming about letting him do what he wanted to do without opposition. Even convincing herself that she wanted him to do it.
"Go back on your elbows, and spread your knees open for me."
She did this, then died another hundred deaths as she knew he was staring right at her exposed asshole, and probably up her pussy crack too with the way he had spread her legs open. Another blush ran across her face, she could feel the heat of it, as he poked into her anus with his finger and then she felt a plastic touching her, being inserted. There was a squirting sound--she guessed it was a lubricant and that was confirmed when his thumb ran it around all over the skin of her bottom. He even ran it down around her vaginal opening which seemed more than required, but that part she didn't mind.
Then his thumb went deep into her asshole and she closed her eyes. She had wanted to be a good patient for him, but she didn't expect this. She wasn't sure she would be able to make it through this embarrassment. Her ass was sticking up in the air, wide open for his attention. She didn't even remember if she had cleaned her ass very well, as she wasn't expecting this. But she figured yes she had. She tried to avoid squirming.
"You're doing great. Sorry, this can be an awkward procedure. Now we just have to settle the nozzle in. Hold on," and then as he said that she felt the pressure of the plastic increasing until it pushed into her rectum. Ow! She had never felt that before and gasped as the plastic went deeper.
"Good girl. Don't resist it, just relax your muscles and let it in."
She tried, but it was hard. He held the nozzle against her but her muscles stayed locked up tight in response. Objects weren't supposed to go in that part of her body. She tried to breathe regularly, and beads of sweat formed on her forehead; she felt one gather and roll down her cheek. Shit. Finally she was able to let go of her tightened muscles and when he sensed this and pushed the nozzle further in she gained some understanding how this was all supposed to work. It didn't mean it was easy. But she saw that she could relax and let her asshole open up. She gasped again as he kept pushing it deeper.
"Okay, that is ready now. Are you doing okay?"
She nodded and licked her lips nervously.
"You're being very good. This next step is easier if you lie on your side. Let me help you down."
John assisted her as she lowered herself from her elbows and knees to lie prone on the table in a fetal position of sorts. She folded up her arms over her chest but he adjusted them to keep her tits out for him. Those nipples were too good a view and he didn't want to miss that. She made a pretty image there, a young thing, naked with tits out and the tube in her ass running up to the enema bag. He checked to make sure everything was in place and that the clip holding the flow was ready to be unfastened.
She looked vulnerable and very sweet. There was concern on her brow, and was that a bead of sweat? He didn't realize he was putting her through so much already.
"There," he said, running his hand across her hairline to comfort her. "I'm sorry to put you through this. You're doing so well."
"This is... a little scary."
"No, no, honey," he said. "It's a little uncomfortable when the water goes in, but it's very normal. There's nothing to worry about."
"Okay," she said softly.
"We're going to go slow and I'll be right here." He held her hand and she squeezed it in response. Her lower lip actually quivered in anxiety. It was the most endearing thing to him and he earnestly wanted to help her face the discomfort of this procedure and get through it. "Now we'll start."
He unclipped the water line and by accident he must have done it too rapidly because she let out a sharp moan as the water surged into her ass from the height of that IV pole, and she gripped his hand hard.
"Sorry, my fault. Slower now." He put the clip back to a halfway position and she grimaced but stayed quiet. She still held his hand tight.
"There there, you can take it."
She looked up at him with big doe eyes, blinking. "It feels weird," she choked out and closed her eyes.
"That's it, just close your eyes," he said and stroked her forehead with the hand that was not the one consumed in her grip. She was so lovely naked and vulnerable like this. What was it about seeing this girl in discomfort and looking to him for reassurance that aroused him so?
His eyes wandered from her curvy breasts and pink nips down to her smooth belly and the skin of her vulva before it intersected with thighs that were clenched tight while she dealt with the discomfort of her colon being stretched out by the warm water. He smiled. Let's hold up on the pussy action while we're shooting the enema into her ass.
"Good girl," he said, looking up at the bag, and added, "Let me check."
He pulled his hand away from her grip and stood up, walking over to the back side of the table to look at her bare ass. He fussed with the tube and nozzle, still tight into her asshole. It was a good chance to run his hands over her ass though, which felt amazing. He rocked her so that her chest was aimed down to the table and ass more up in the air. She grunted.
This was also a good position to get another look at her pussy. He pulled her legs higher, in more of a fetal position, and separated her butt cheeks so he could see the beautiful folds of her glistening labia. She was wet there, and he was pretty sure it wasn't from a leak in the enema tube.
"We're at 500 milliliters."
She opened her eyes in panic. "This is only half way? I don't think I can do this," she added in a whimper.
"Yes, you can. Hang in there."
Her lip shook again as she struggled with the constant pressure filling her abdomen. It was a sensation she had never experienced before. There was a hint of sexual pleasure, but it was uncomfortable enough that it took all her will not to yank the tube out of her ass and bolt out of the room, doctor and her visa requirement be damned.
"Try to think of something else, Olivia," he said.
"Doctor," she said desperately, "I have to stop. I can't take any more."
He looked at the bag. It had about 100 ml left judging by the markings, so they were about 900 ml in.
"Okay. I've slowed it down," he said, adjusting the clip. "Let's roll you over to your back. Very slowly."
"Wait, I can't. Don't move me."
Before he could even get to her, her control of her sphincter slipped and a little shot of water shot out of her asshole and onto the floor, just missing him.
"No!" He said it sternly.
"Sorry," she moaned, disappointed in herself, as she desperately clenched her asshole as tight as she could. He waited a few moments for her situation to stabilize, then he approached her again.
She wasn't happy to be moved, but he rocked her back anyway. She moaned with the pain in her stomach. As she rolled, her arms and legs separated and he was treated to a beautiful naked sprawl. She was in enough discomfort to be oblivious. He put a hand on her distended tummy. It was very appealing, looking like she was a few months pregnant. He had really put a shitload of water in there already into her delicate intestinal cavity.
"Now now, just let it settle," he said as he made very gentle circles from her abdomen down to her groin. She whimpered in little moans and he attempted to sooth her. "See, that's better, right?"
She nodded reluctantly. Her body was getting used to the internal pressure. It didn't mean she liked it, but she began to think she would make this after all.
He put his finger up on her lips.
"Open your mouth."
"Wha...?" she said softly, distracted. Then she moaned again with the discomfort in her belly. "Oh, it hurts..."
"Open up, honey. It will help."
She paused while another wave hit her gut. Then, "Okay," she whispered, and opened her mouth.
He inserted his finger into her mouth. "Good girl. Now suck."
"Huh...?" she said again, confused, her voice muffled by his finger in her mouth.
He caressed her tummy. Fuck, she had such beautiful and smooth skin. And now it was distended so nicely in a little bump with the water filling her up. He could feel the curvature under his hand as he rubbed in circles around her navel.
"Suck on my finger. It will help with the pain."
She nodded, tears forming in the corners of her eyes, and she obeyed. At first her suck was weak, then it grew stronger. He put a second finger in with the first.
"Good, honey. You're going to make it."
While she sucked, he slid the hand that had been on her belly downward so that it was resting on her pussy lips. He probed and found her slit and entered, running his finger inside all the way up to her clit where he pushed on it.
She moaned again, and he wasn't sure how much was due to the enema and how much due to his finger on her clit. Either way it was hot as hell and he was hard as a rock inside his pants. He continued his motions.
"The bag is empty. You made it. Now we have to wait a few minutes."
"Uhhh..." she moaned in protest, his fingers still filling her mouth. He liked to feel her tongue and teeth, slowly working his way around in there while she sucked. His other hand stayed on her clit, making circles.
"The water has to do its work. Be good, now."
"Uh huh," she assented quietly and closed her eyes to get through it. She was close to crying.
"Good baby. Just suck on me and I'll make it all right."
He left her clit to feel inside her pussy again. The hymen blocked some of the passage so he didn't want to push too far, but he felt the rim and inserted just a fingertip. She was soft and warm. He really wanted to put his dick in there but that would be fucked up; he didn't have a condom--it wasn't like stocking rubbers in medical exam rooms was standard--and she was likely not on birth control if she wasn't sexually active.
When she moaned again, more urgently, he knew it was getting time to call this. His hand slid out of her pussy and over that beautiful humped belly again, touching very carefully, and then to a nipple where he felt its hard little bump. Okay okay, fuck, he thought to himself, enough fun; let's give the kid a break.
"Very good," he said as he stood up and fussed with the tube, running down to where it connected to the butt plug. "Now make sure you hold the water in."
He wiggled the plug gently and then just yanked it out. A little shot of water came with it.
"Hold now!" he said urgently, and she tightened her sphincter to stop the water. Fuck, that got a little messy, he thought. But can't do an enema without some collateral damage.
"Emm... " she moaned as she concentrated on clamping the flow with her ass muscles.
"Good, that's it."
She sighed and closed her eyes again. Olivia was just barely making it through this whole ordeal. She was really confused. When this enema started, she hadn't realized how uncomfortable it was going to be, physically. And when the doctor began touching her, she knew it was getting out of control. That he was taking liberties with her.
But a part of her liked it. She wanted him. He was asking her to behave and she was responding; doing what he asked. She was trying to be good for this strong and powerful man. Whenever he praised her a flood of satisfaction swept over her. It felt right that she was behaving well for him, following all his instructions, and managing the discomfort. Even in the middle of her pain, she liked how he touched her, and even how she had to suck on his fingers.
"Let's empty you out. Move slowly over here. Careful now!" This as another small shot of water flashed out of her ass and down to the floor.
"Rotate yourself over the edge here. Hold it in, honey."
She pivoted on the table, sliding to the edge and holding her ass out. He held the basin while he supported the weight of her body while it hung over the edge of the table. Her forehead had grown sweaty with the exertion, and now his was too.
"Okay, you can let go now."
She released control and this wonderful feeling overwhelmed her as all that tension was drained out. It was almost orgasmic, that cathartic feeling of having it over with. Mostly she was relieved that she didn't mess up and spray water all over the table and floor, or him.
He watched this spray of water out of her ass hit the basin and her euphoric release. He never had been into pee and poo porn, as they call it, but it was intriguing he had to admit. There was something very intimate about the bodily functions.
When the spray subsided, Olivia smiled at him weakly from her position slouched on the table, exhausted. Her asshole and pussy were spread-eagled in front of him but she was exhausted and relieved and didn't mind. She slid her ass back from the edge and dropped her legs over the edge of the exam table to sit normally. She was glowing that he seemed so pleased with her. That she handled this challenge.
"Now we can take a good look." He said this as he snapped a latex glove over his right hand and approached her again. "Flip over again for me."
What? She raised her eyebrows in surprise. It wasn't over yet? But she obeyed and rolled over on her chest. She hadn't pulled up her bra yet, so her tits rubbed on the white paper stretched across the table, now wrinkled up by all the action of the exam.
He slapped her ass. "Up!" was the command. She obeyed and once again her naked ass was in the air for him. Now it was a very clean ass. And moving her body was so easy now compared to when she was full of a liter of water in her gut.
Squirt went the tube of jelly again and in went his finger into her ass. It was still uncomfortable but with much less surprise than before and she'd been stretched out to prepare for it. He gaped open her orifice and she had to stifle a complaint as he pried in there with some kind of tool. It felt like something plastic. She wondered if it was a scope so he could look at her insides, but she couldn't see from how she was aimed. He pulled on the skin this way, and that. It was uncomfortable but nothing like the enema.
"I have a bigger tool here that has to go in," he said. "It will help if we get you relaxed. Up further." He slapped her ass harder this time, and she stuck her ass even higher in the air. She felt a sensation again in her clit as he slapped her and ordered her to behave. She might cum after all. He pulled apart her knees on the table so her pussy was wide open.
"Good. Move down towards me."
She awkwardly worked her body down towards him so that her ass was hanging off the edge. He pulled his dick out of his pants which had gone rock hard. He held it above the long, smooth slit of her pussy, which he fingered and gaped open. His dick was right there, less than inch away, and it would take only a few moves and he'd give her a creampie to end all creampies. He hadn't nutted in a week because his job had been so busy and his mind until today hadn't been in a sexy mood at all, so he knew he had a fucking huge load in there. And it wanted to be released.
But even with all his exuberance today he knew he couldn't. Olivia wasn't sexually active and since he didn't have access to a condom--it wasn't like having rubbers in a medical exam room was standard--there was a very real risk of getting her pregnant if he did what his whole body and hundreds of millions of years of evolution wanted him to do, which was to dip that cock right into that pussy and just fucking explode.
So instead he moved up to her asshole, which was nicely gaped. He pushed her body down so the angles worked better, and probed with his cock. Fumbling over to reach the tube of jelly, he was able to squirt a big dollop on his dick and then reached around to squeeze her tits while he sunk into her.
"Oh God," she moaned as she felt what was happening. He pushed steadily until her anus began to accept its new visitor.
"Relax, you can take it." And in he went, deep, and she gasped. The enema had prepared her partially for this anal intrusion but not for this full experience of a hardened cock from a mature man penetrating deep into her.
He felt himself nearing orgasm, and pulled out just in time.
"On your knees, Olivia. On the floor."
She was sore, and confused, but willing to do whatever he asked, so she climbed off the table and went to her knees before him. He had a big beautiful cock that he pushed into her face.
"Open up," he said, as he shot a huge wad of cum directly into her mouth, some of it spilling onto her lips and nose. Then he pulsed again and shot into her eye. She blinked.
"Ahhhh," he said as his dick pulsed a few more times, and closed his eyes, his hands gripping her hair hard and pulling her face to his groin.
"Good girl. You can lick it clean," he said, tapping his dick. She looked up at him and blinked, then nodded dutifully and began running her tongue in long slobberly motions up his ballsack and the shaft of his penis. Cum still dripped across her face. He watched, pleased with how she had swallowed some and not cleaned the rest off her face. She collected some of the white stuff on her fingers, looking at it with wonder, and he laughed and helped pile more on by wiping her eyebrows.
Then he kissed her. She kissed him back.
It was gentle. He closed his eyes and let himself fall into the moment. Her lips were so soft; they were silk pillows. His tongue flicked to explore first her lips, then the tip of her tongue, then her mouth.
She was terribly confused by everything that had happened and was still happening, but enthralled with the attention he was giving her. There was one thing she hadn't done yet and she was dying to do, and while they kissed she began to take care of it.
"You're a good sub," he said when they broke off their kiss. He looked at her in adoration. "You pleased me."
He saw an expression of sexual ecstasy growing on her face. Then he noticed her eyes were still closed and there was motion down below. Her face was screwed in concentration. He was suddenly alarmed as he understood the situation. Why didn't he pick up on this before?
"No, Olivia. No!"
He pulled his body off of hers and saw her hand grinding hard against all the flesh down there, mashing her fingers deep into her pussy. The fingers he had covered in his own cum just a moment ago. Just then her body rocked in a spasm as she came like never before in her life and collapsed against him. Whatever had been done was done.
"Fuck, Olivia! What have you done? Are you on birth control?"
"I love you. I want to have your babies," she said dreamily.
He looked down at this beautiful woman, his eyes wide open in panic.
TO BE CONTINUED |
19,507 | Yet another Las Vegas fantasy | dnc_sl_ut | NonConsent/Reluctance | 2010-01-02 | 2010-01-02 | 2022-01-01 15:46:57 | 1 | literotica.com | https://www.literotica.com/s/yet-another-las-vegas-fantasy | Dream or reality, who can tell? | ['Gangbang', 'Mmmf', 'Reluctance', 'Second Person Pov', 'Slut', 'Wife Slut'] | 3.04 | The following is an erotic fantasy. It in no way condones unwanted sex nor is it intended to devalue women. It is true insofar that it is a fantasy we have shared as a couple.
You can hear your husband whispering in your ear...something about a Las Vegas fantasy... there's a limo... someone is there with you... your husband... it's OK.
First stop... a dark and handsome stranger enters...
Second stop... another man, uncircumcised, European... he forces you to pull his foreskin back to taste him then enters you easily, still wet from the first man's sperm... you can see the driver watching in the rearview mirror... this excites you...
You think the limo is heading back to the hotel... but it's only a deserted parking lot...
Third stop...chauffer takes his turn after being teased by you with the first two... he's thick, and hard... he cums quickly... once in your pussy, once in your mouth, then all over your face... you lick his sweetness from your lips...
Your husband whispers, "Tell me that doesn't make you wet." He sounds so real, like he is inside your head...
But it is not over yet....
The three men arrange themselves with you as the "glue" holding them together... someone is taking pictures... the flash is distracting... your husband?... the European forces your hips down onto the first man... his cock stretches you, but you accept it willingly and simultaneously suckle the chauffer into your mouth. The European seems left out for a moment as you suckle back and forth between him and the chauffer, but then he shifts and begins probing the only other opening available to him... you protest... but too late... you are thrice impaled... you start to cum again as you realize that outside the now moving limo, hands and faces are pressed against the glass... you do like to be watched... you feel an orgasm building as the door opens and you realize what is coming next... strangers hands on your breasts, your thighs... sperm in your mouth...
You awaken from the dream... disoriented... the images still vivid. You realize you really did climax because you can feel the residual contractions in your vagina... you are sopping wet... it is dark in the hotel room and you are disoriented as you revel in the nocturnal aftermath of your climax. Your fingers stray to your vulva, feeling its smoothness and the slick evidence of your excitement. You recall your conversation with your husband... yes, you are a slut, a secrete slut, and it thrills you... you crave the feel of a man erupting inside you... you know you shouldn't, but you do... the forbidden wickedness excites you... in your heart, you know you would spread your legs at any time... besides, your husband encourages you.
You feel hands on your thighs... you realize you are naked and uncovered in the darkness... you can hear your husband softly snoring... then a mouth closes on your vulva, a tongue circles your clit and as you open your mouth to cry out, a cock probes your lips, which open in reflex... you taste the first hints of semen. So recent on the heels of your orgasmic dream, it seems impossible. The mouth between your thighs is replaced by hands pressing your knees apart and a familiar firmness now probes at your core... you gasp around the cock in your mouth as you are filled up to your cervix. He slides easily, inside then almost out and back up inside...
"Slut..." he whispers in your ear and you shiver as the word reverberates in your mind, colored silver with the sounds of breaking glass and icy cool in your nipples, but the pulsing hot fullness between your thighs... it's good.
"Squeeze me and show me it's true..." You groan around the cock in your mouth, suck it deeply into the back your throat... you know it is so.
Though you cannot see a thing in the blackness, you realize there are three of them...one thick, with a mushroom cap and a sweet salty taste...and two others, one uncut...you don't have time to cry out as they take turns...one cock switching places with the other, their mouths and fingers everywhere...you cannot help the wetness of your body's betrayal. A finger finds your anus, you squirm, but you cannot evade its probing... you acquiesce... helpless... drifting in a dream of lust, you feel a climax building. You would cry out, but Uncircumcised in your mouth muffles your scream as Mushroom Head fills your pussy... Other probes your anus and, surprisingly easily, slides inside you... triply invaded, you yield to their use of your body... Suddenly, liquid fire spurts inside you...a finger finds your clit... you begin to spasm in primal heat even as your unprotected sex welcomes their seed...
You rest...sperm seeping out of you, soaking the sheet beneath you, knowing...Could it be true? It couldn't have really happened, could it, a dream of a dream? You ponder and drift... feeling a reality between your thighs...
Later, the sun streaming, your husband's voice rouses you, "Honey! Why are these sheets soaking wet?" |
19,508 | Yin & Yang | HaywoodJablome | NonConsent/Reluctance | 2003-07-28 | 2003-07-28 | 2022-01-01 15:46:59 | 1 | literotica.com | https://www.literotica.com/s/yin-and-yang | A 'good-girl' and a slut taken against their will. | ['Ankles Legs', 'Cum Dick', 'Girls Home', 'Laura Room', 'Smacked Hard', 'Speed Thrusts', 'Stroke Luck', 'Table Laura', 'Tied Ankles', 'Tina Laura', 'Yin & Yang'] | 4.27 | _This is a work of fiction, designed for entertainment purposes only._
A small prelude: I was watching the video game network the other day when I realized how hot two out of the three hosts of this stupid show are. I don't know what the hell the show is called, but two hot chicks and some douchebag host it. The contrast between the two ladies was what got my mind workin. One of the girls is extremely cute with big doe eyes, a classic 'good-girl.' The other has total 'bad-girl' look, short spiky blonde hair and a teasing, bitchy attitude.
I finally got my chance yesterday. After weeks of watching and waiting, I was able to slip into Tina and Laura's apartment. They were both at work and a new tenant unknowingly allowed me to enter the building as he was leaving. I knew which unit they lived in and I made short work of picking their lock. Once inside, I began exploring the ladies’ wardrobes. I was not too surprised to find lesbian porn, a nice array of toys, and what appeared to be a dominatrix outfit in Laura’s closet. I knew she was a little slut at heart, but this was fantastic. After much searching in Tina’s room, I finally found her vibrator. It was hidden under a false bottom in the top drawer of her night table. Perfect, the good girl is just as horny as the slut, if way more repressed. I’ll see what I can do about that soon enough.
I noticed that it was nearly five o’clock and the girls usually got home between five and five thirty, so I put my plan into action. I had come prepared in case I didn’t find what I wanted in their rooms, I had brought a backpack with a few choice lengths of rope, two pairs of handcuffs, a couple of ball gags, and a very realistic toy gun. Since time was running short, I found a nice spot to hide and wait.
When the girls came home, they immediately went to their own rooms. Tina said something about a shower and Laura mentioned that she wanted to listen to some tunes to unwind. I quietly slipped from the coat-closet with my bag of tricks close at hand. Ah, a stroke of luck, both girls had closed their room doors, so as not to disturb the other. I heard Tina start the shower in her bathroom, but there was silence coming from Laura’s room. After a few minutes I realized that Laura must have been wearing headphones since I couldn’t hear any music playing. I gently slid Laura’s door open and received another stroke of luck. She was sitting at her desk, back to the door, headphones blaring, haphazardly surfing the net. I crept up behind her and before she could even react, I had her hands cuffed behind her and a ball-gag in her mouth. I then tied her ankles together to legs of her chair. I could still hear Tina’s shower running, so I lingered over Laura for a moment. I went to her closet and pulled out the porn and toys I had discovered earlier.
"My what a little slut you are," I said. "Does Tina know that you’re a dyke? Do you ever put this cute little outfit on for her?" I asked, referring to the dominatrix gear as I tossed it onto her bed. Laura just squirmed in her chair, looking shocked and embarrassed. "That’s okay, you don’t have to answer. I’ll find out all I need to know later,"
Now that Laura was secure, it was Tina’s turn. I slipped into her room just as I heard the shower turn off. I waited just behind the bathroom door while she dried herself and fixed her hair. When she came out, wearing only a large t-shirt and white cotton panties, I pounced. I grabbed her from behind with one arm around her thin waist. The other held the toy gun. I gave her just a glimpse of the gun so she would know what it was but not enough to realize it was just a toy. When the gun was pressed against her temple she quickly quieted down. I told her to slowly put her hands behind her back, one at a time, so that I could affix the cuffs. Once she was cuffed and gagged, I threw her onto her bed so that I could relax and let my adrenaline and raging hard- on subside a little.
" I see someone has been a very naughty little girl," I teased, going right for her vibrator’s ‘secret’ hiding spot. I could see that she was extremely embarrassed as the color rose from her neck and she quickly looked away. "That’s right, slut. I know all about your little toy. By the end of tonight, you won’t be so embarrassed."
I walked Tina out to the dining room and made her stand facing the table. I quickly tied her ankles to the legs of the table, leaving her legs spread and her delicious mound in full view. Now to retrieve Laura. When I came back into her room, she was fighting furiously with her bindings. She had managed to work one foot loose and she was trying to dial 911 with her toes. Thankfully, she wasn’t having much luck.
"I don’t think so, bitch," I growled at her, slapping her hard across the face. Tears immediately sprung to her eyes. I untied the other foot and pulled her out to see what Tina had gotten into. I took Laura to the other end of the table and tied her ankles to the legs of the table as well. They stood facing each other, and I gave them a moment to exchange looks and consider their predicament.
Laura was looking quite hot with a black leather mini, a tight white tank top, black pantyhose, and ankle-strap stilettos. I flipped her skirt up over her waist and was amazed at what I found.
"God dam, you are some fuckin slut. Crotchless pantyhose and no panties, who woulda thought? We are gonna have some fun tonight, ladies," I teased, caressing her ass. I pushed her over so that she was bent over the table, legs spread, and got down to inspect the first half of my wonderful prize. Laura might have blonde hair on her head, but her bush was black as midnight and trimmed nicely. I inhaled deeply of her feminine musk and it made my head swirl in anticipation. Unable to resist any longer, I slid a finger delicately along her outer lips. She shuddered when I reached her clit. I slid back down to her opening and could not believe what I felt. Laura was dripping wet. I began to lick along her pussy in long strokes from her clit all the way to her asshole. She was squirming and moaning, so I began to concentrate my efforts on her clit. In minutes she was panting and getting close to cumming.
"Not yet, whore. You will only cum when I allow it. Probably when my cock is in your ass," I told her. She flinched when I said ‘ass’ as if I had spanked her. Figuring Laura had had enough enjoyment for the moment, I moved around to Tina.
"Don’t think that I’ve forgotten you, slut." I knew that calling a good-girl like Tina a slut would definitely get to her. I moved in behind her and pressed my dick between her ass cheeks.
"I have something special for you," I said as I produced her vibrator from my pocket, holding it in front of her face. I turned it on full blast and dropped it on the table between them. Laura’s eyes got huge when she saw her roommate’s secret treasure. She had no idea that Tina was actually as horny as she was, just committed to maintaining her good-girl status.
"Let’s see if you are as wet as your whore friend over there," I said, slipping a hand inside of her cotton panties. "Well, well, well, what do we have here? Your pussy is practically drippin. I shoulda bought a lottery ticket today," referring to the unbelievable luck I was having this evening.
I ripped Tina’s t-shirt off of her revealing her small perky breasts. I grabbed one of her nipples and gave it a strong twist. She grunted and tried to move away.
"You know, I’m not sure this vibrator of yours is enough, slut. Let’s see what the whore has in her stash." I returned to Laura’s room to gather up her toys. When I got back, I dropped the whole pile on the table between them. Now it was Laura’s turn to be embarrassed with her secrets. Tina’s eyes were as big as dinner-plates when she looked over her roommate’s impressive collection of gear.
"Which one do you like, slut?" I asked Tina. I began going through the pile, holding each one up to let her focus on them individually. When I held up a huge black dildo, Tina’s eyes almost fell out of her head. It was at least ten inches and as big around as my fist.
"So this is your choice, slut? Impressive. Good thing your cunt’s already wet or this could really hurt," I told her as I ripped the cotton panties off of her. When she realized what was coming she started thrash around, hoping for some chance of escape.
I pushed her over until her face was pressed against the table and slowly began sliding the huge dildo along her pussy, moistening the tip with her own juices. Once it was good and wet I placed one hand on her shoulder and slowly slid it in as far as it would go. Tina whimpered but managed to accept the phallus nearly three quarters of the way into her pussy. I worked it back and forth in long slow strokes a few times until Tina was moaning in pleasure. I then found a vibrating egg in Laura’s collection. Using Tina’s torn shirt, I managed to tie the egg into position at her clit. The egg was remote- controlled and I quickly found the knob. I turned it on to top speed at first. Tina bucked wildly when the first tremors hit her clit, so I backed off the speed of the vibrations a bit. I didn’t want her to come too fast.
"That should keep you busy for a little while, slut. Now, I need to get back to the whore at the other end of the table," I said. Laura flinched at my words and tried to squirm away from me. I could see that watching Tina orgasming from the toys was getting her even more turned on.
"You like watchin your friend ride your toys, slut? I’ll have to see what we have here for you," I said, rummaging through the pile and coming up with a fat butt-plug. "This is certainly interesting. I hope you’ve been practicin with this for me, you dirty little whore. Well, even if you haven’t, we’ll get some more practice in now," I told her moving around behind her again.
I pushed her over the table and this time I wove one of my ropes under her arms and around her shoulders before tying it to the table so that I could keep her bent over. I rubbed the butt-plug along her pussy to lubricate it, and then I slid it right up to her asshole. Laura was tensing for all she was worth to try to prevent the intrusion. I twisted the plug slowly back and forth, pushing harder and harder to try to gain entrance. She was putting up the fight of her life, but I was not to be denied. I smacked her hard on the ass and that broke her concentration for just a moment. As soon as she relaxed, the butt-plug slid in with a pop. Laura’s whole body tensed and I thought she was going to bite straight through the ball gag. She was panting and grunting like an animal, trying to get accustomed to the intruder in her ass. I found a large vibrator in her collection and slid it into her pussy. Laura had adjusted to the plug, but when the vibrator entered her, she was taken by surprise. Her eyes flew open and she moaned loudly into gag. I turned the vibrator on and began to fuck her with it. I gradually increased the speed of my thrusts until she was on the edge of orgasm. Suddenly, I snatched the vibrator from her cunt so fast we all heard it slap shut. She grunted letting me know she was disappointed with not being allowed to cum. She panted and shook trying to regain her composure at being taken so close but denied release. When her breathing slowed, I re-inserted the vibrator on a low setting to make sure she wouldn’t cum.
I moved back to Tina who had cum at least three times while I was playing with Laura. Tina was covered in sweat and panting like a bitch in heat. I grasped the dildo and gave her five quick thrusts with it. She screamed as another orgasm shook her.
"Very good, slut. Now, let’s see if I can make you cum on my dick," I said as I removed the dildo from her pussy. With the dildo gone, all of her wetness was released and flooded down her thighs.
"That looks fantastic. I just can’t resist an invitation like that," I teased, sliding down behind her. I licked all the juice from her thighs and dripping hole. Then I smeared some on her ass to get her ready for the next toy. I selected a smaller butt-plug than the one Laura was accommodating. Tina tried to resist its intrusion, but she was exhausted from her repeated orgasms and it slid in easily.
"I wanna make sure that pussy is nice and tight for me. That dildo stretched you out but this should help," I told her.
Once she had gotten used to plug in her ass, I began rubbing my cock along her outer lips. She was thrusting her hips back to try to get me to enter her fully. I continued to rub her clit with my dick and just tease her opening. She was moaning in frustration when I finally slammed into her in one huge thrust. I held still and let her adjust to the double penetration. Tina began to relax, but still I remained motionless. She started to get frustrated and tried to fuck herself on my cock. Tina’s limited amount of motion wasn’t enough for her, causing her to grunt in frustration. I slid my hand around to her clit and began to rub her gently. She immediately began moaning and squirming to try to get me to fuck her, but I managed to remain still. Soon, she had worked herself up to another orgasm and just as she began to come, I slowly started to remove my dick from her cunt. Tina moaned with her orgasm but it also held a note of disappointment. As I was just about to completely remove myself from her, I thrust in hard. I began fucking her savagely, pounding into her pussy for all I was worth. Since she had just began cumming, this caused her orgasm to stretch out and lasts for what seemed to her to be hours.
"You love that, don’t you, slut? Bent over on your dining room table, a plug in your ass, and me pounding your pussy. I knew you would cum on my dick, you filthy slut," I growled at her. Tina seemed to have one continuous orgasm as I slammed my cock into her pussy for what felt like hours. Finally, I shot my load deep inside her.
I returned to Laura who was thrashing wildly, trying to get enough stimulation to cum. I pumped the vibrator into her pussy a few times and she almost managed to orgasm before I snatched it away.
"Not quite yet whore. Didn’t I say you would only get to cum with my dick in your ass? Do you want to cum, whore?" I asked. Laura nodded so fast I thought she would give herself whiplash.
"Alright, I’m gonna take this gag out, but if you scream the gag goes back and you get it in the ass with the giant dildo. Understood?" Again she nodded, only not so vigorously this time. I removed the gag slowly.
"Now, I know you’ve been wantin to taste Tina’s pussy, so here is your chance. Clean all of her juice off my dick and get me hard so I can fuck your ass, bitch."
That was all the encouragement she needed. Laura was sucking my cock like her life depended on it. While she was blowing me, I leaned over and began to work the vibrator in out of her snatch. Her heated moans felt incredible on dick and I was hard again in no time. I slipped my cock from her mouth and quickly replaced it with the ball-gag. I stepped around behind her and slowly slid the butt-plug out of her ass. Then I removed the vibrator and took a couple strokes in her pussy with my dick to get lubricated. I turned the vibrator up a couple notches and slid it back into her pussy. Laura was on the verge of climaxing when I rammed my cock into her ass with no warning. She screamed into the gag and clenched her ass on my dick. That seemed to pull her back from the edge for the moment, so I allowed her time to adjust. I slid my fingers around to find her clit and began to tease it.
"Come on, whore. Are you gonna cum with my dick in your ass? " I smacked her hard on the ass.
"Uh-huh," she grunted through the gag.
"Good. I knew you’d see things my way. I’m gonna start fuckin your ass now and you had better cum hard or I’m gonna have to fuck Tina in the ass to drop this load. You understand, slut?"
She nodded her agreement and I began to slowly pump in and out of her ass, gradually increasing the speed of my thrusts. In no time she was screaming as the orgasm washed over her. Since I had just cum in Tina’s pussy, I knew I was going to be at this for a while. I pounded into her ass like a jackhammer. As her orgasm began to wind down, I again went for her clit. She was screaming like a banshee as I brought her to another orgasm in rapid succession. That was about all I could take as I felt myself going past the point of no return. I pumped my cum deep into her and she had another orgasm when she felt my cock swell and shoot within her.
I slid out of her and removed my cuffs and ropes from both ladies. As I untied them, they both slid down to rest on the floor. Both were completely exhausted and barely coherent. I packed my gear and left but not before leaving them a little note:
If you enjoyed yourselves and want to see me again, leave a red light on in a bedroom window. I’ll see it, but will not come to you immediately. That would ruin the surprise and what fun would that be? I know I’ll be hearing from you soon since you both are such complete sluts…. |
19,509 | Ying Li and the Farm Boys | likebadfun | NonConsent/Reluctance | 2008-02-01 | 2008-02-01 | 2022-01-01 15:47:00 | 1 | literotica.com | https://www.literotica.com/s/ying-li-and-the-farm-boys | Ying Li is drugged at the farmer's market. | ['Asian', 'Barn', 'Chinese', 'Chinese Woman', 'Farm', 'Farm Boys', 'Forced', 'Helpless', 'Stripped', 'Tourist'] | 3.89 | Ying Li was so tired. The flight from Shanghai last night was 3 hours late and they lost all of her luggage. It was somewhere in Australia instead of Iowa. Plus she had not slept well because of the 12 hour time difference. Why did her daughter have to go to university in Iowa?!
It was 10am which was 10pm back home but Ying knew she should try to stay awake or she would be unable to get adjusted to the new time. Her daughter (19) would be at class until at least 5pm and had left her small, old car for Ying to use. Ying's problem – she had no clothes other than what she wore on the plane and those were sweaty now. She was wearing her daughter's spare pajamas but she needed proper clothes to go out.
Ying (43) was a conservative and proper woman. She must be properly and modestly dressed before going out. That was the problem – her daughter was one size smaller in all proportions. Nothing would fit right. Well she wasn't going to stay in all day waiting for the airline to find and deliver her bags. That might take all week. So Ying decided to go through daughter's closet until she found something she could wear. What she found: a red sheer bra stretchy enough to get on even though it did press her breasts together too much ; red panties she could squeeze into even though they were too tight at the crotch and rode up on the bum; a brown, plaid schoolgirl style skirt that was long enough to reach her knees and had an elastic waistband; a white blouse that she could fasten even though some of the buttons threatened to pop; and, finally, a brown suit-style jacket that must have been left by a bigger friend of her daughters (it fit just right). This was tolerable because no one would see the tightest clothing. They would only see the skirt and jacket – no embarrassment. The outfit didn't look good but not real bad.
Before getting in the car, Ying noticed an advertisement for "Billy's Farmer's Market" and decided to go there and see how it compared to the ones in China. The ad had an easy to read map so by 11am she set out in the old car to see the sights including the farmer's market.
Billy Jr. was looking after his father's farmer's market and telling some friends from nearby farms about his adventure last night at Kelly's Bar. He was sipping a beer hoping to meet a girl, any girl, when he overheard a biker at the next table boast about a new drug he'd stolen from a medical researcher. It was strictly experimental and apparently a single drop would make a person totally obedient to any spoken word while being unable to remember anything afterward. It was so powerful that people would unhesitatingly do things they would never do in real life. Billy Jr. had stolen it from the biker's jacket when the biker went for a leak. His friends had lots of opinions:
Clem: "You're crazy! You know what bikers do to people?!"
Joe: "You fell for that pile of B.S.?"
Sam: "Maybe we can try it on Sally Mae?"
"I tell you, the biker was serious and I have the bottle right here. Maybe it will work. Tell you what, I'll try it on the next customer that comes here and we''ll see what happens."
Clem: "How'll you get them to take it? Anyway, you haven't had any customers all morning."
Sam: "Make it a lady customer OK?? Maybe we can get her to take off her shirt?"
"OK. I'll try it on the first lady customer. I'll give her some apple cider with a drop of the drug in it. We might have to wait a while cuz Wednesdays are usually real slow. That's why my folks went to town for the day. Meanwhile let's have some beer."
It was almost noon. Ying Li had underestimated the distance to the farmer's market but she finally found the right road. It was a dirt road well off the highway and reached by turning off several minor county roads. Up ahead, a sign "Billy's Farmer's Market". She pulled into the parking lot (a grassy clearing) and looked dubiously at the old weathered market stand. There was a young man behind the stand and a few other young men lounging around drinking beer. But the stand had lots of fresh looking fruits and vegetables. She got out and went to the stand.
"Morning ma'am," Billy Jr. said as he looked at the tired, sleepy looking foreigner wearing slightly odd clothes. Then he remembered the plan and grinned.
Ying Li examined the veggies and picked some red radishes which the young man said were carrots. She also picked a dozen cobs of corn, some lettuce and apples. The other young men had come closer and were looking expectant. That made her anxious to pay and leave planning to go home for a rest.
"Would you like a cup of apple cider ma'am?" asked Billy Jr. politely.
"No. I done."
"The cider is free with each purchase. Take a cup?"
"Free? OK."
Billy Jr. turned to get the apple cider and slipping in a couple drops of the drug handed the cup to Ying. While she sipped it, he talked a little about his father's crops so she would stay long enough for the drug to take effect. She clutched her jacket in the cool autumn breeze so Billy Jr. said:
"It's pretty hot today. Why don't you take off your jacket?"
She gave him an odd look. Man must be crazy or drunk.
"No! Not hot. It's cold. I go now," she said as she slipped the jacket off. She looked puzzled.
"OK, you go now. Just drive up to the barn."
Man is crazy. Drive to the barn. No way. Leave right now. She got in the car, put her jacket on the seat beside her and drove up the lane to the barn. Why did she do that??
As Ying drove up the lane, Billy Jr. turned to his friends and said:
"It works!! Let's go up to the barn and see what else she'll do."
Joe: "I don't believe it."
Sam: "She took off her jacket. Can you make her take off her shirt? It looks pretty tight. I'd like to see what's underneath."
Clem: "Sam, she's at least 20 years older than you. And she's Chinese! What are you thinking?"
Billy Jr.: "I like Sam's idea. I don't mind seeing some older tits. I don't care if they're Chinese, black or what. I don't get to see real tits everyday."
Taking more cold beers they proceeded to walk up to the barn where Ying had turned the car around to leave. Somehow her hand wouldn't put it in drive. Was she losing her mind? Maybe it was from being so tired? The young men were approaching now looking very pleased with themselves.
Sam put his head in the car window and said, "Why don't you come out and take a look at the barn?"
"NO!! I go now!" she said sharply as she got out and looked at the barn. Now she was really worried. Why was she looking at this old barn??
Sam again, "You can get a better look if you stand on the bale of hay. And like Billy Jr. said, it's pretty hot today. You'll feel better if you unbutton your blouse."
Ying Li was shocked and feeling panicky. Unbutton her blouse?! NEVER! She must leave right away. Turning to get back in the car she found herself standing on the hay bale unbuttoning her blouse. Her eyes went wide. Her mouth dropped open.
Clem quietly said, "If I wasn't here, I wouldn't believe this. It's really true. That stuff works. And you know what? I'm getting hard! An old Chinese woman ain't bad after all."
Sam whistled, "She actually did what I said! We're looking at a live woman with an open shirt! Shit."
Joe: "Yeah. Look at the way the breeze blows it open. Nice red tit holder. Nice tits. Let's get a better look. And why's she still wearing the skirt?"
"OK ma'am, you're really looking hot. Take off the skirt so you can cool off. And you don't need the blouse." Billy Jr.'s eyes looked hungry as he doubtfully said this.
Ying Li yelled "NO! NO! NO! I want leave. Why this happening?? I go now" as she reached behind her to unzip the skirt and let it fall onto the hay. As the cool breeze nipped between her naked legs she pulled off the blouse and held it at her side while wildly looking around. Her knees shook. She was getting cold. Four young men stared at her. Wearing only a red bra and panties!! She was a proper woman! She unconsciously tried to adjust the panties as the coldness of the breeze started to make her nipples harden.
"Put your feet apart and raise your arms please."
She felt her feet moving apart on the hay bale as her arms rose to shoulder height. Her heart pounded. Her stomach felt bad. She must be going crazy!
Joe really liked the way her breasts rose up when she raised her arms. Billy Jr. was busy staring between her legs. Those panties sure were tight. They seemed to fold into her cunt so he knew exactly where to look. Meanwhile, Clem was rubbing his crotch as he gazed longingly at her bum with the red sheer panty material stretched tight. Sam, of course, looked bug-eyed at her tits squeezed together by the too small bra.
Ying Li watched as the four young men engaged in a hurried discussion while licking their lips. Maybe she had fallen asleep and this was a very bad dream?
"Excuse me ma'am you like younger men don't you? I mean you are kind of pretty and we don't mind older women. Tell us that you'd like to have sex with us. And show us you really, really mean it."
Ying Li couldn't believe it. Like younger men? Have sex with them? NO! NEVER! She angrily decided to put them in their place before anything more happened.
"I like younger men and I want to have sex with you. Here I strip more for you. Please come touch me. I want to touch you. Take your clothes off so I can touch you. I want you."
Ying Li almost fainted as she heard the words come out of her own mouth! Then she realized that her hands had gone behind her back and were unfastening the bra. Her hands tossed the bra aside. Her breasts jiggled in their freedom and the cold hardened nipples stood out for all to see. Then her hands, at least they seemed to be her hands, slid the panties off! Now she was completely naked in front of 4 strange men.
Listening to the whistles and seeing the astonished looks she went to hide behind the hay bales as the men started dropping their pants. Somehow she was hiding in front of instead of behind the hay. Her feet were walking toward them. Toward 4 strangers with no clothes on!! Her mind swam as she saw the four stiff cocks pointing at her and throbbing. The men were naked!! She turned to run. Instead, her left hand reached out to hold the cock of the most muscular man. It felt so warm. Her other hand caressed another man's cock. The other two men came closer and she felt one of their cocks touch her belly while the other slid up and down the crack of her bum. The one whose cock pushed into her soft belly looked directly in her eyes.
Ying Li pleaded to be let go, "Warm cock. I like. You like me rub cock? Please rub your cocks on me more. I want to have hot sex with you. Can I kiss your cock? I never kiss cock before. Do you like my breasts? My nipples are hard for you. All of you can go in me. Twice if you want. I need your cocks."
Ying stroked the two cocks she was holding as she sank to her knees. SHE WOULD NOT DO THIS!! Her tongue stroked one cock then the other. The cock at her bum seemed to be making her bum damp. The other man was rubbing his balls on her back as she hungrily played with the two hot, hard cocks. They tasted good. Never sucked cocks before. PUSH THEM AWAY!! Her tongue slid up and down both cocks one after the other. Then she took one all the way in and sucked hard. It seemed to grow and pulsed. Suck it suck it suck it. NO SUCK!! Sucking hard she felt the cock jerk as something hot squirted in her mouth. She took the other one and licked it up and down. This one was bigger than the first but thinner, maybe it would go farther down her throat? NO! NO! NO! It did go down farther! So sweet. Suck hard, so sweet. Yum. Must eat all four cocks. Need four young cocks. Again a jerk and she heard a gasp as more hotness squirted in her mouth. Swallow it. She kept sucking it till she was sure there was no more.
Catching her breath she leaned forward. MUST GET AWAY! I'VE GONE CRAZY! HELP! She wiggled her bum to encourage the cock at the back to take pleasure in her hot ass. It touched her bum hole then she felt the man rubbing it hard to oil her ass. She couldn't wait and kept pushing back until his cock was able to force its way in. Her eyes squeezed shut and tears came out as the big cock plunged in and out. It hurt a little but she'd had this kind of sex before, just the cock was bigger than her husband's. MY HUSBAND. NO! HE MUST NOT KNOW! Ying's arms went on the ground and she rested her face on them as her ass pointed further in the air to help the big man behind her. Not much longer, he must come soon. Then she felt him shudder and knew the third man was done. One more. Four men, three done, one left. Need sex with him.
She sat up, looked wildly at the fourth man and then lay back with her arms spread saying, "Come in me. I want you."
The last man, someone called him Sam, had balls that hung down far and a cock that seemed to vibrate as he drank in her nakedness. Sam sank to his knees and started rubbing his tool into her pussy. Up and down on the pussy lips until they were wet and he started pushing in. Ying Li lay back and relaxed. Sex for her had almost always meant just leaning back while her husband came inside. The man pushed in further and she felt some surprise that it went in so far. Back and forth the cock plunged in her, his balls slapping her each time. Her eyes rolled back in her head as he grunted and rammed. Again, the shudder, the cock jerking. She knew the fourth man had squirted inside.
HORRIBLE. I'LL DIE. THIS IS NOT REAL! She counted: two men in her mouth, one in her ass, one in her cunt. Four men that she didn't even know had taken her. SHE HAD HELPED!!
Four young men said have sex and she did. Why??
"OK, wham bam thank you ma'am. We're tired. You can get dressed and go home. But forget everything that happened here. Oh,and come back next Wednesday."
Ying Li found her clothes, got dressed, started her car thinking 'I will never forget. This was very bad. I will call police.' As she pulled out she noticed that it was now 2pm. A bag of vegetables was beside her. She was confused, why did it take so long to buy vegetables. Why did her body ache so much?? |
19,510 | Yo-yo Chronicles Ch | edrider73 | NonConsent/Reluctance | 2013-12-01 | 2014-05-18 | 2022-01-01 15:47:01 | 12 | literotica.com | https://www.literotica.com/s/yo-yo-chronicles-ch-01-two-peas-in-a- pod | 1. She discovered a side of him that disgusted and aroused her. 2. Her pursuit of sexual thrills kept inflating until it burst. 3. An escort's women clients make him pay for his detachment. 4. How could they know their victims would become their wives? 5. Seduced by a she-devil, he went through hell for his wife. 6. I learned about the etiquette of tipping the hard way. 7. Was there method to her madness in using her hold over him? 8. She made the stripper who shamed her face the music. 9. His wife had no idea he had a harem at work. 10. There's no such thing as a bachelor party secret. 11. Because he came too fast, his wife humiliated him. 12. She aggregated her revenge until it reached critical mass. | ['Anal', 'Cheating', 'Femdom', 'First Time', 'Humiliation', 'Oral', 'Reluctance', 'Submission', 'Voyeur', 'Wife'] | 3.15 | _Author's note: Each story in this series is complete and separate, with no plot or characters in common with the others. Only one thin thread connects them._
Many thanks to bythewx for first editing and improving this story.
Special thanks to [winterhunny713](https://www.literotica.com/stories/memberpage.php?uid=1824246&page=submissions) for fresh perspectives and challenges that resulted in major improvements.
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Opposites attract. Whoever said that never met Jory and me.
I take that back. I can't think of anyone else remotely like us, so the rule must be true. We are the exception.
Sometimes our friends tease us about how similar we are, like two peas in a pod. Whatever I like, she likes. We like the same books and the same movies. Politically, we have the same opinions. If I try something new at a restaurant and don't like it, I know she won't like it either. If she tells me about a great song she heard, I know I'm going to love it.
When we make love, it's like I'm making love to myself. If I experiment with a new twist and it feels good, she'll go for it, too. When she discovers something that gets her excited, it will probably drive me wild.
There are a few big differences. Jory is all woman, and I enjoy being her man. There's no gender confusion with us. She has a great body, slim and firm and compact, except for her slightly oversized breasts. I'm eight inches taller than she is and a lot more angular.
Most of her girlfriends are also hot. When she catches me looking at one of them, she kids me, but she knows I'd never step out on her. Her libido is as strong as mine, and I sometimes see her eyes follow a well-built guy working out at the club. I don't say anything, because I can't picture Jory cheating on me.
Occasionally a woman I meet through work flirts with me, but I never flirt back or try anything. I've never seen Jory flirting, but I'm sure guys come on to her when I'm not around. It doesn't matter because, as I said, I'm not jealous.
We have different careers, but we're both in people type jobs. I'm on the road sometimes, but usually only a few days each month. I wouldn't take a job that kept me away from Jory too long.
Another thing we have in common is that we like to surprise each other, especially for birthdays or anniversaries. We pretend that we are pushing each other out of our comfort zone, but we both know that if one of us likes the surprise, the other one is going to like it, too.
About two weeks before my birthday this year, Jory told me she was working on an unusual surprise gift and that I needed to block out Saturday. Saturday was not my birthday, so I wondered what she needed me for.
Her birthday is a couple of days after mine -- we are even the same sign -- and I had already picked out an unusual restaurant that was the kitchen of a farmhouse ten miles outside of town. The farmer's wife makes dinner for only two people and only one night a week. Almost everything is grown in her garden and picked that day. I was hoping that Jory hadn't heard about the place. I knew she would love it.
The doorbell rang Saturday morning, and when I answered it, Myra was standing there. Myra was the only friend of Jory's I didn't care for.
It wasn't because she was a butch lesbian. Jory had a couple of other gay girlfriends, and we got along great. But Myra managed to turn every conversation into a lecture about men, from complaints to ridicule to utter contempt. Jory told me the reason was that she had been abused by her father and grew up thinking all men were predators.
Jory saw to it that Myra and I were seldom in the same room together, so I was a little surprised to see her there. She said, "Hi, Jory's expecting me," in her low, gruff voice and rudely pushed past me without even a smile.
Jory came out of the kitchen and said "Hi, Myra. You can go ahead and set up while I tell Ken what we're doing."
Myra, who is as big as I am and probably just as muscular, walked back out, stomping through the house in the men's boots she was wearing. Jory sat down on the couch and motioned for me to sit in the easy chair facing her.
"I got the idea for this present about a month ago," she said. "The surprise is today, but you won't receive the present until your birthday."
She laughed at the puzzled look on my face.
"Let me explain. This started the day after you came home from a four-day road trip. You were out running some errands, and I was cleaning in your office when I thought of something I needed to Google, and I saw your laptop open on your desk, so I sat down and started typing.
"My hand slipped on the mouse and by accident I clicked on 'History' at the top of the page. I started to close it, but then something caught my eye. You had been looking at 'Anal Housewives Dot Com.' I was surprised. I never knew you were interested in anal. You've never said anything to me about it, probably because I told you how disgusting I thought it was. I just figured you felt the same."
"Stop, Jory!" I said. "I can explain."
"Wait, Ken, let me finish. I went to the website and browsed around. It was just as ugly and disturbing as I thought it would be. Then I went back and looked at more of your history.
"You had visited a lot of different websites, and as I started checking them out, I couldn't believe how vile they were and how demeaning to women. There were videos of women doing things that were just plain sick. I wondered how low they could go, and as I went from site to site, I saw there was nothing so degrading that some woman wouldn't do it. I knew they were getting paid for it, but I was still amazed.
"I wondered if you were paying some of those women to do those things to them. I began to think that I didn't know you at all. You know how we joke about how similar our tastes are? Well, this was a side of you that was completely different from the Ken that I know and love. After a while, I had to run to the bathroom and throw up."
"Stop, Jory! Let me explain! When I'm on the road -- well, you know how charged up I get when things prevent us from getting together for more than a few nights.
"I never go down to the hotel bar looking for action, but I use my laptop to give me some relief. What you saw isn't the real me. It's a frustrated salesman who wishes he were back home making love to his beautiful wife."
"Oh, but it is the real you," Jory said. "It's just a different side of you. You didn't go to any sites with videos of men having loving sex with their beautiful wives, or whores pretending to be them.
"Sometimes we fuck like animals. I like it, and I thought you did, too. I saw lots of sites offering that kind of sex, but you didn't look at them either. You only watched videos that showed men doing the grossest things to women."
"Men don't go for vanilla porn," I protested. "You know that. Those sites are for women. Men are from Mars."
"Of course. It's just that I thought you were different, that you were more like me. But let me finish, because the real surprise is still coming."
I wished she would stop talking. I could tell she was upset. I just wanted to take her in my arms and tell her that I'd never got to those sites again. But I sat silently and let her continue.
"Anyway, I closed the history on your laptop and went back to cleaning. My mind was all over the place. Should I tell you what I found out? How would you react? Would you accuse me of spying? Did you want to do those things with me? What kind of a person had I really married?
"I made a decision to put the whole thing out of my mind until the next day, and I pretty much succeeded until bedtime, when I had trouble falling asleep.
"The next morning, I woke up refreshed. You don't take your laptop to the office when you're in town, so after you left, I went to your office and clicked on your history. Everything was still there. I was much calmer now.
"Except for a break for lunch and some washing and shopping, I spent pretty much the whole day at your computer, checking out every site you'd visited for the last six months.
"I saw that you only watched porn on business trips and wondered why. I thought it was so you wouldn't get caught. Now that you've explained, it makes sense. I believe you about not cheating. Thank you.
"I didn't know your passwords, so I signed up for some of the sites. That's why our next Visa bill will have double charges for some of them. Or do you put them on a secret credit card that I don't know about? I never look at the Visa bill, because I trust you.
"Anyway, I watched just about everything you've been watching. Maybe not everything, but enough to where I felt I really understood what turned you on."
"Stop, Jory!"
"Let me finish. Here's the surprising thing. I didn't stop there. I went on to other sites that you had never been to. Every kind of site: gay, straight, bisexual, bondage, domination, she-male, fetish, you name it. I saw men doing things to women and other men that freaked me out, and also I saw women doing unbelievable things to men and other women. Something kept me going.
"After a week of this, I stopped cold turkey because I was scaring myself. I realized, to my surprise, that even though I was still repelled by what I was watching, it also strangely fascinated me and even turned me on. I was interested in the same things as you are. Not only did I not know you, but I also didn't know myself.
"I was no longer upset with you. I accepted what I had learned about you and myself. I knew that I would never do any of the things that you were watching --"
"And I don't want you to do them," I yelled. "Can't you understand?"
She ignored me and continued.
"I thought I had succeeded in putting all of this out of my mind until a few weeks ago when the subject of our birthdays came up and a light bulb went on in my brain. What would be the most surprising gift that I could ever give you? One that would be personal and unique? One that you would treasure forever and yet one that you would never expect in a million years? I think I've found it.
"At first I rejected my idea. But then I thought about it in a different way. Why did the idea even occur to me? I thought I had put those perverted thoughts behind me, but I didn't. Maybe I needed to face them because if I suppressed them, they could some day destroy our marriage?
"I decided that we need to confront this stuff head-on. I think we can do that today."
"We can stop it all right now and --"
"Were you listening?" she asked, interrupting me. "I just told you that I thought I _had_ stopped. Denying it won't work. I -- I mean we -- need to deal with this. That's why I hired Myra. As you know, she is a professional videographer. She does mostly weddings and birthday parties, but she told me sometimes couples hire her to do videos of them making love.
"She is not going to shoot us making love. I've given her a script with a list of nine of the most demeaning and disgusting things I saw women do on your favorite sites. She's going make you a video of me doing every one of them with you.
"She's setting some cameras on tripods to get the action from every angle in normal speed and slow motion, and she'll use a hand-held camera to get close- ups.
"When we're done today, she'll take all the videos to her studio, edit them and add music to the soundtrack. For your birthday, I'll present you with the most exciting porno video you've ever seen. You can take it with you on all your trips from now on, although I've decided that I don't care anymore if you want to go to those sites."
I jumped up.
"No!" I yelled. "I don't want to do this! I don't want you degrading yourself. You will hate every minute of it, and I'll hate myself for going along. We can't do this."
"Calm down, Ken. We know each other better than ever now. We're still two peas in a pod. You're right that I won't enjoy it, but that's the idea. When you watch the girls on those sites, you can tell they hate what they're doing. Sometimes it's so bad that they can't hold onto their fake smile for a few seconds and you can see how they really feel.
"The video we're making will be a million times better. I'm not an anonymous prostitute who has been humiliated so many times she almost goes through the motions like a robot. When you do these things to me for the first and only time, every reaction will be real. My humiliation and pain will be powerful and honest. You'll have amazing orgasms while you're degrading me -- and every time you watch the video afterwards.
"Myra should be almost done setting up the lights and the cameras in our bedroom by now. Whatever happens, I have to pay her for her time today anyway."
She stopped talking and gazed at me intently. My mind was racing. It bothered me that this would be painful and humiliating for her. But there was honest excitement in her voice as she explained it, and she had certainly gone through a lot of trouble to plan my surprise.
I looked at her. She was looking at me expectantly with a strange quizzical expression on her face. I became aware of a stirring between my legs and realized that I was turned on.
"Okay," I said quickly, "but only if you promise me that you'll tell me to stop if it gets to be too much."
She didn't say anything for a while, but her expression changed. There was a slight smile on her face now, but it wasn't a happy smile.
"I was wondering how you would respond," she said. "That was the one thing I wasn't sure of."
I panicked.
"I've changed my mind, Jory," I said. "The whole thing is off."
"No, no," she said. "I'm not upset."
She didn't sound very sincere.
"No, you made your decision. Now I'm in charge. We're going upstairs to make a porno."
She started walking up to our bedroom. Halfway up, she turned around and saw me still standing there. She began waving her right arm, motioning me to follow her and didn't stop until I began walking toward the stairs.
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Myra was adjusting lights, tripods and cameras when I entered the bedroom. Some of the tripods were high in the air, almost to the ceiling, and some were so low that they were just above the height of the bed. All the cameras on them were aimed at the bed.
"I'm ready," Myra said with no emotion in her voice.
Jory pulled off her sweats, bra and panties and sat down on the bed. After a moment of hesitation, I took off my T-shirt, shorts and boxers and sat down next to her. I saw Myra sizing me up, and I was embarrassed, although her opinion was the last one I'd ever care about.
"Here's how it's going to work," Jory said, waving a clipboard with a printout attached to it. "Myra is going to read the instructions that I wrote out in a loud, clear voice, so we both can hear her and understand. Right Myra?"
Myra nodded but said nothing.
"Each scene is timed for fifteen minutes, so the nine scenes make for two hours and fifteen minutes. But there here's are ways it could be longer or shorter. I'll explain.
"If we have to take some breaks between scenes, or something unexpected happens that slows us down, it might take more time. I'm paying Myra for an eight-hour shift, so we don't have to hurry.
"When Myra reads the instructions, all we have to do is follow them. I've tried to make them simple and clear, so there's no confusion. All right?"
I nodded.
"There's something I didn't write in the instructions she'll read, so listen closely. You need to try as hard as you can to not come. Got it? Don't come!"
She raised her voice as she said this.
"What do you mean?" I asked.
"Remember when I said it take less time? I'm going to try to make you come as quickly as I can. Once I do, it's over. I mean that part is over, and we move on to the next thing.
"If you're so turned on by the degenerate sex that you come fast, it will prove beyond a doubt how depraved you. Also, I want to suffer as little pain and humiliation as possible. The faster I get you to come each time, the less I have to endure.
"On the other hand, your goal will be to degrade me the entire fifteen minutes of each contest. To do that, you need to keep from coming. I'm sure I'll get you off at least once. After that, it will be more of a challenge for me and easier for you.
"There's an even better reason for you to keep from coming, but I won't tell you what it is until later. For now, you have to trust me. I promise you that the less times you come, the happier you'll be."
I nodded, but I didn't understand. I wondered if I would come at all. I noticed I was no longer getting hard. The whole thing was turning me off.
"We're ready, Myra. Please read the instructions for the first scene. Remember, loud and clear."
Myra cleared her throat, looked at the sheet on the clipboard and started to read in her deep, booming voice
"Number one. He will sit on the edge of the bed while you kneel on a cushion on the floor between his legs. He'll lean back and lift his legs up until he can reach behind his knees with his hands. If necessary, push on his thighs to help him.
"He'll pull his legs back and spread them, opening his butt and displaying his asshole. Lean forward and lick his asshole until it's wet.
"Stick your tongue in as far as it will go and then move your head back and forth to fuck his asshole with your tongue. While you are doing this, put your hands in the bowl of lube to get them greasy. Work his balls and cock with your hands and his asshole with your tongue until he comes."
I gasped. Jory smiled at me, got off the bed and pulled me until I was sitting on the edge. She motioned for me to lean back and lift my legs.
She waited for a minute. I was frozen. She kneeled on some cushions on the floor between my legs and grabbed my left leg with both hands. As she pushed my leg up, she slowly stood.
I didn't resist her as she used her hands and body to push my left leg back toward my head and place my left hand so it held the leg in place. My right leg had risen a little as my body had pulled it, and she now finished pushing it back as far as my left. She arranged my right hand to hold it back.
From the position I was in, all I could see as I looked down my body was my soft cock lying on my belly. Then I saw Jody's face as she knelt down between my legs. She was looking at my ass.
"I never knew how much slimy hair there was around your butthole," she observed. "But then I've never looked. I guess you sweat a lot in there. You'll see it when you watch the video, but I can tell you, it looks revolting."
With my legs apart, my ass felt so wide open that I imagined Jory -- and Myra's camera -- could see right up my colon. Jory hesitated for an instant, and I heard her take a deep breath.
When her tongue first touched me, I don't know who jumped the highest off the bed, she or me. Her head shot back, and I heard gagging sounds. There were some deep breaths for a while before her tongue came back.
Somehow she managed to start again and keep going. I couldn't imagine what she must be thinking. I was thinking that there was nothing exciting about this when I felt my cock stirring. Her tongue was getting me excited despite my repugnance.
Then I felt her hands around my balls. She was playing with them as she often did to drive me wild. They were more silky and slippery that usual this time, because she had dipped them in the lube.
As her tongue began moving rapidly in and out of my ass, one hand left my balls and grabbed my cock. She began pumping my cock, fondling my balls and tonguing my ass in the same rhythm. It got faster. A minute later, I spurted straight up my chest.
Jory lifted her head from between my legs and looked at me. I tried not to look as satisfied as I felt. I pressed my lips together to keep from smiling.
She turned her head to Myra.
"How long was that?" she asked.
"Seven minutes."
"You'll have to do better than that, Ken," she scolded, but her voice told me she was happy that I came so fast. I looked up to see her scrubbing her face with a wet washcloth. She turned the cloth over, stuck out her tongue and scrubbed it, too, stopping to gag for a second.
"Remember the game," she said when she had finished. "You forgot that you're supposed to try hard not to come.
"I don't want you to accuse me that I didn't warn you later. Maybe I didn't make myself clear enough. Let me try a different way. Answer this question: Do you think there's a difference between the words 'regret' and 'sorry?'"
I didn't understand the question, so I said the first thing that came to mind.
"Of course."
"Good. If I say you'll regret it if you come fast and often, it's not strong enough. You'll be sorry if you don't try your hardest not to come. Remember that."
"I'll do my best."
I was only half-listening because I was still basking in the afterglow of my powerful orgasm.
"Are you ready for Part Two?"
"I guess so."
I would have preferred to lie down and take a nap.
"Okay, Myra," she said.
Myra's voice boomed out again as she read.
"Number two. Put him in the same position as number one. Blow him with only your mouth while one hand plays with his balls and you stick the index finger from your other hand into the lube and then into his ass. Slowly fuck him with the finger. In three minutes, when I give the signal, go back to what you did in number one. Eat his ass out as you give him a hand job. After three minutes of that, go back to sucking him. Keep alternating every three minutes until he comes."
Jory lifted my legs and began following Myra's instructions. When I felt the finger in my ass, I began squirming.
I knew she hated going down on me. She did it the first time I asked her, while we were dating, but when I started spurting into her mouth, she jerked her head away, screamed, ran to the bathroom, slammed the door and turned on the shower. It didn't cover up the sound of her heaving into the toilet bowl for five minutes.
When she came back, she apologized and told me she had never tasted or smelled anything as disgusting as my come. She had smelled it often, but when it was less than an inch from her nose, it was horrible.
I never asked her again. She sometimes gave me oral on my birthday or our anniversary, but I was always careful to let her know when I was ready to come, so she could finish me with her hands.
I heard Myra's voice saying, "Three minutes," and Jory's mouth released my cock. A few seconds later I felt her tongue in my ass.
This time I put a little effort into the game. I looked at Myra standing next to the bed to distract me from what Jory was doing. I tried to breathe in and out slowly and not think of the sensations in my ass.
When Myra said, "Six minutes," Jory lifted her head and took some deep breaths. Then her mouth was back on my cock
I got through nine minutes and then twelve minutes, but Jory decided not to take a few breaths before switching from my ass to my cock for the last three minutes, and she tripped me up.
I felt something too big to stop. I tried everything. I twitched my nose and stuck my tongue out and attempted to lick my nose. I moved my arms, legs and head. Nothing was working. I was going over the edge.
"Fifteen minutes," said Myra, and as she said it, my cock erupted into Jory's mouth.
I heard Jory scream "No!" in a strange gurgling voice. She coughed and sneezed come as she jumped off the bed and ran to the bathroom. I lay there spent.
Five minutes later she was back with a freshly scrubbed face. She tried to sound upbeat as she spoke.
"You sure won that round. Not only did I not make you come, but you came the instant time was up. If you hadn't, I might have made you come fast in Round Three.
"Now that you've come twice, it's going to be even harder to get another orgasm out of you. I need to strategize."
It sounded as though she was talking about a board game.
"At least I'm not going to be sticking my tongue into your ass anymore," she continued. "Ugh! I don't know how those actresses do it. I wouldn't do it again for any amount of money. My mouth still tastes horrible and I'll never forget the smell. Are you ready for Part Three? Read it, Myra."
"Number three," Myra read. "Get on your hands and knees, and he'll get behind you and he'll slowly push his cock into your ass as deep as it will go. Then he'll slowly pull it all the way out and without stopping push it all the way in just a little faster. As he increases his speed, he'll start bumping your butt. He'll keep going faster and bumping you harder until he comes."
Jory shuddered for a second before she got on her hands and knees and looked at me.
"Time doesn't start until you're inside me," she said.
"I don't know if I can do that."
"Watch this. I saw it on one of your sites."
She put her head down on a pillow and reached behind her and pulled her butt cheeks wide apart.
"Look," she said.
I looked straight into her butthole. I could swear it was winking at me. It pushed out and pulled back slowly a couple of times. Then Jory began to whistle a syncopated melody through her teeth, and she made her asshole wink in time with the rhythm. I laughed at the sight, but it worked. I was hard again.
I moved behind her and started slowly pushing into her ass. It stopped opening and closing and stayed tightly shut. The whistling stopped, too.
"Wait!" Jory screamed. "I almost forgot. Myra, I need lube."
Myra didn't bring the bowl I saw earlier. She had a bulging rubber pouch attached to a tube. She dipped the tube into the bowl of lube to grease it up and then slowly pushed it deep inside Jory's ass. She then lifted the pouch above her head in her strong arms and held it there.
Jory began squirming in front of me as the pouch got thinner. When it was almost flat, Jory said, "I think that's enough. Myra. I feel like the lube's filled me up to my eyeballs."
Myra slowly pulled the tube out of her. As she walked away with it and returned with her camera, Jory turned her head to look at me behind her and spoke.
"I already cleaned my insides before Myra arrived. This lube is to make your huge thing go in easier -- I hope. You can start now."
As I was watching the lube going into her, my cock was hard as a rock. I took it in my hand and started to gently push at Jory's rosebud. All of a sudden, I was in with a whoosh of lube squeezing out and a gasp from Jory.
"Stop, stop," she said. "Take it out. Let me try to relax. This feels horrible."
After a minute, she said, "Okay. Please start again."
I felt her tense up as I went into her again. She took deep breaths. When I was in her up to my balls, I stopped.
"Don't stop!" she said through clenched teeth.
I pulled slowly almost all the way out and then pushed slowly all the way in again. After I did this one more time, I heard Myra say "Bump!"
I remembered that I was supposed to begin bumping now. I hesitated because I didn't think Jory would be able to take it.
"Come on!" Jory said through her gritted teeth. "You're not playing fair."
I couldn't believe it. She was more concerned about her stupid game than her pain. I slowly began pulling out and then pushing in hard enough to hit her butt with my thighs. Each time I did, I heard a little shriek.
"Faster!" she screamed. Her teeth weren't clenched any longer. Her mouth was wide open and breathing in and out so fast I thought she would faint any second. I began to bump her harder, and she began to bump back as her shrieks got louder.
"Faster!"
As I slammed into her, I began to feel a stirring in my balls. I was about to come again.
"Fifteen minutes."
As Myra spoke, Jory collapsed on the bed pulling my tool and me forward with her. I slowly pulled it out.
"That was hell," Jory said. "I thought nothing could be worse than putting my tongue inside you, but I was wrong."
She looked dispirited and demoralized, and I could see from her grimaces that she wasn't dealing well with the pain in her ass.
"I think we should stop all of this now," I said.
When I said that, her whole body seemed to jerk in reaction. The look on her face changed instantaneously to one of anger mixed with fierce determination.
"No way! You can't stop now. I've given you what you wanted, and you've enjoyed every second of it. Don't cheat me out of this. You've got to see it through to the end."
She managed a smile as she continued.
"I just missed getting you that time. Look at Moby Dick. He's a little minnow now, but I bet I can inflate him quickly now and get my second score. Let's go, Myra."
"Number four," said Myra. "Get on your side and have him lie down behind you so you're in the spoon position. He will lift your top leg high, and your hand will direct his cock into your ass. As before, he'll begin bumping you. After three minutes, you'll pull away, turn around and suck him off for three minutes. Three minutes later, you'll go back to the previous position. Alternate ass and mouth this way until he comes."
We followed the instructions. This time the insertion was easier, but for some reason, even though she pushed back at me to make the bumps harder, I didn't get as excited as before.
When Myra said "Three minutes," Jori scrambled away from me and turned around. She looked down at my shiny semi-hard cock covered with lube from inside her ass. She hesitated. I heard gagging sounds and some deep breaths before she sucked my cock into her mouth.
For some reason, her distaste and reluctance fired me up. I think the blowjob would have brought me off if Myra hadn't stopped Jory after three minutes. Then it was back to the spoon position, which felt good but wasn't as exciting, and I managed to control myself.
After another three minutes, she didn't hesitate, and her mouth made a beeline for me. I responded, but not as much as before because I was more prepared. Or maybe because this time I didn't see as much reluctance, so I wasn't as excited. How sick was I?
As I finished the fifteen minutes in her rear, Jory didn't try to hide her disappointment. She nodded to Myra to continue immediately.
"Number five," said Myra. "Lie on your back and lift your legs up high. As he gets between them, lift them onto his shoulders. He'll attack your ass again, and as he gradually increases his speed, he'll slam into your thighs and belly and make your breasts jump in all directions until he comes."
Once her beautiful breasts started going wild, I couldn't hold back for long. As I plunged into her and let loose, I heard her yell out "Hooray!" Her voice didn't sound happy. I looked down at her. Her body was jerking, tears were running down her cheeks and she was grimacing in pain. She called to Myra.
"How many minutes was that?"
"Eight minutes."
"Eight minutes," Jory repeated, sounding pleased. "That's better. What's next, Myra?"
Before Myra could answer, all of us in the room were startled by a sounds like the crack of lightning, followed by leaves shaking like they were being blown by a strong wind. A second later there was a huge thud that made the entire house shake.
"What was that?" Jory asked in a frightened voice as she looked all around her.
"I don't know," I said as I went to the window. I took a quick look outside and turned back to her.
"It was that huge branch I told you about last week. You were supposed to schedule the tree guy. It's a good thing nobody is in the yard, or there would be a dead body under it now."
"I'm sorry," she said. "It's my fault. I was busy working on this. You warned me, but I ignored it. I'm glad no one was hurt."
We both sat deep in thought for a few minutes. I was thinking about our narrow escape, but when she broke the silence, I found out her thoughts went in another direction.
"I'm totally to blame about the tree, but I was thinking that maybe it happened just now for a reason."
"What the hell does that mean?"
"I got you in eight minutes that time. I think you forgot about the game. I need to remind you again because I'm still worried that when it's over, you'll say I took advantage of you for my scores.
"The tree branch falling is symbolic of what I've been trying to get you to understand."
"What are you talking about?"
"You're not taking me seriously. I ignored your warning about the tree, and it could have been a disaster. You're ignoring me."
"Are you saying I'll be killed if I can't keep from coming?"
"Of course not. This is a sex game, not Russian roulette."
"It's a sex game that you're taking awfully seriously to bring in being killed by a falling tree branch."
"Maybe you're right. You can tell me later if I'm exaggerating. I don't think I can find anything more powerful to convince you, so this is the last warning anyway. If you continue to make it easy for me, I'm just going to take advantage of you. Myra?"
"Number six," Myra said. "Get back on your hands and knees while he squats behind and above you. He will crouch over you and direct his cock into your ass. He'll do squats straight up and down into you instead of forward and back.
"As he speeds up, he'll begin bumping into your butt and slamming your entire body into the mattress. The mattress springs will bounce it back up. As he goes faster and bumps you harder, he will bounce your body so hard that it will look like you're on a trampoline until he comes."
We got into position, but I was still limp. I managed to squeeze some of me inside her because she was now a little looser and there was still plenty of lubricant to grease the way.
I felt something for the first time. She was using muscles inside her to squeeze me. She squeezed, relaxed and squeezed some more. She gave out a pained laugh and spoke.
"How do you like that, Ken. I practiced on a pen, but I didn't know if I could do it with you. Is it working?"
She knew it was because I was already halfway hard as I slowly began squatting up and down on her. Soon I was hard enough to speed up and bump her. She began bouncing up and down on the bed.
I was enjoying the strange feeling around my cock, but then I heard her shrieks of pain grow louder, and I slowed down.
"No, no," she cried out until I sped up again, but the shrieks didn't stop and they bothered me enough that I didn't feel much excitement. I felt like a mechanical torture machine.
When we were finished, she was sobbing loudly and ignoring me.
"Number Six was a killer, Myra," she said. "Both the incredible burning pain inside and the humiliation of being bounced like a ball made me lose my focus. But I'm going to concentrate now."
She cried a while longer and took a few deep breaths. She never looked at me as she called out to Myra again.
"Just three to go. What's next?"
"Number seven. Put some pillows between his back and the headboard, so he's lying against them and reclining slightly. Now face him and squat down over him and insert him into your asshole. Ride him hard until he comes."
This was one of her favorite positions when we were making love, except then she had me in her vagina. I loved to watch the expressions of pleasure that went across her face as she slammed down on me.
She was slamming just as hard now, but with each slam, there was a tiny whimper. She was working hard to keep from making a sound, but the pain was too much, and her face couldn't hide what was going on inside her. Although I was hard, I felt no urge to come.
"That wasn't as bad, Myra," she said when the fifteen minutes was over. "At least compared to Number Six. But now I've only got two more chances to win. I need to put it all out there and use everything I've got. What's next?"
She didn't look at me. I felt terrible.
"Number Eight," said Myra, "Reverse your position and squat over him facing his feet. Insert him into your asshole. Lean back against him and put your hands on your butt cheeks as he lifts you by putting his arms behind your knees and pulling you back. He will pull them all the way back so that your feet are up over his head and your lower legs are draped over his arms.
"While holding your legs back, he will put his hands behind your neck and lock them there in the full-nelson position. From that position, he will push your head down with his locked hands so you can't lift it up.
"Once his hands are locked, he'll rock you back and forth on his cock so it goes in all the way and then pulls most of the way out. After a while, he'll let go of your head and use his hands and arms to pull you back so his cock rips out of your ass. He'll put his cock back in you and repeat a little faster, so his cock is wrenched out more violently. He'll gradually increase his speed and repeat as many times as it takes to make him come."
"That sounds pretty complicated," Jory said. "I just thought of something. Myra, would you please push one of your monitors over here in front of us, so we can see what we're doing and get it right."
Once we got to the part where my cock was jerked out of her ass, I realized the real reason Jory asked for the monitor. It was like I was watching a website in my hotel room. Except the woman on the screen with the gaping ass was my wife. As I opened the huge hole between her butt cheeks, I saw her face twist in pain and her body squirm like a crazy snake.
Suddenly I felt myself about to come. I tried to turn my head away from the screen, but it was too late. The next time I pulled out of her ass, my cock waved around spreading come like a lawn sprinkler. I heard another cheer from Jory, but with it came a sob.
After she recovered, she said, "Oh my god, Myra. That was the worst one yet. My neck hurts like I was in a car accident. But at least I won. How many minutes, Myra?"
"Eight," said Myra.
"I equaled my record, and thank goodness," she said. "I felt like my entire insides were being pulled out of me. Give me a couple of minutes to rest. I've got three scores, and I'm not going to give up until I get one more in the last fifteen minutes."
She was still sitting on my lap with her back to me. I could see her face in the monitor. She had a strange look in her eyes as she said, "Myra, I was supposed to remind you that there was a call you had to make."
Myra didn't reply, but she put down her camera and left the room. I heard her going into the office and speaking on the phone for a few seconds.
"Let's hear the last one," Jory said when Myra came back. "This is it. Can I win one more?"
"Number nine," said Myra. "Lie on your back and put your legs on his shoulders again as he pushes toward you on his knees. As his shoulders move down, your legs will be pushed back into your body, and your ass will be lifted off the bed as your thighs are pressed into your breasts.
"He will put his cock into your ass and begin slowly moving in and out. As he speeds up, his knees and thighs will bump your butt harder and harder, slamming your rear down into the bed, where the springs will launch it back at him. Your ass will eventually bounce so fast between him and the bed that it will look like a blur on the video, except on the camera that is shooting slow motion. Continue until he comes."
I sighed. It was almost over. I was limp and I didn't think I could get hard again. Suddenly I felt Jory's mouth sucking me in and her fingers playing with my balls. I couldn't believe it, but I got hard.
She released me and said, "Sorry. That's not in the script, but time doesn't begin until you can put it into me, and we don't have all day."
She sounded pathetic.
I got on top of her. Soon her ass was bouncing wildly up and down as I pounded her. I didn't feel excited at first, because when she began bouncing, she started screaming in pain, and her screams grew louder and more agonized as we collided harder.
The monitor got me again. It showed what Myra was shooting from behind us. We were in one of my favorite positions from online porn, the piledriver. I had never tried it on Jory because it was too violent.
As her butt collided with my pelvis so hard that it rattled my bones, I was starting to breathe faster.
I heard Jory sobbing. She screamed at Myra in a horrible, agonized voice.
"Myra! Myra! How much time left, Myra?"
"One minute," Myra said, and I relaxed. I thought I could hold out that long. But Jory reached behind me and pulled at my butt cheeks and I felt something warm and oily on my hole. She had her finger there, rubbing up and down. Then she thrust it into me.
I exploded into her with my body shaking crazily. I couldn't control myself and kept on slamming into her as I heard Myra's voice.
"Fifteen minutes."
As I finally slowed, I felt Jory squirming and pushing beneath me frantically. She even kicked at me. Her voice was an angry growl, and when she succeeded in pushing my limp body off her, she turned, slapped me hard on my face and began sobbing. I saw that her face was contorted in rage.
"That was totally depraved," she said, sputtering and spitting her words out. "How can any man enjoy doing that to a woman? Even the lowest animal couldn't do anything more disgusting. You squeeze me together and then pulverize me like a sledgehammer."
"I'm so sorry," I said. I didn't know what else to say.
She stopped talking and glared at me for a minute with her chest heaving. She got up and went into the bathroom. I heard the shower running, but it didn't drown out her sobs.
When she came out ten minutes later bundled in her soft terrycloth robe, her eyes were dry and she had a weak smile on her face.
"I apologize, Ken. I shouldn't have lashed out at you like that. It was the pain talking, not me. Please forget what I said."
As she spoke, she was shifting uncomfortably from foot to foot until she went over to a chair near the bed and sat down. It didn't seem to help ease her discomfort.
"I really fucked up big time," I said. "You're never going to forgive me for this. I can't imagine how you're feeling right now."
"You can't imagine -- HA! HA! HA! HA! OW! OW! OW! OW! OW!"
I watched her as she first burst into uproarious laughter which quickly turned into painful cries until she forced herself to silence.
"We need to stop joking around for the next month or so," she warned with a wan smile. "It hurts even more when I laugh."
"What was so funny?"
"What you said, but you said a couple of things that were serious, too, so let me think for a moment. don't want to fuck up big time."
I watched her as she thought and stared into space. I was exhausted physically from all the strenuous sex and mentally from trying to play Jory's strange game, but she seemed to be perking up. When she spoke, it looked like she was talking to someone else because she wasn't facing me.
"No! I won't deny there will be hatred for a while. It's so strong in me right now that you can probably feel it from where you are.
She didn't sound convincing. It felt more like she was trying to talk herself into something. She continued in the same vein.
"I'm glad you brought that up about fucking up our marriage and not being able to forgive. You made me think about whether I made a mistake in planning this morning. After giving it some thought, I decided it might be rough for a while, but in time, everything is going to be fine."
Her voice changed as she went on. She seemed to have dismissed her doubts and began sounding more positive and even energetic. How could she not be more worn out than I was?
"It's not your fault anyway, so don't feel guilty. The whole thing was my idea. And I'm excited about winning the last fifteen minutes. I went all out and beat you at the buzzer. I made you come four times in our game. Now it's time to tell you what that number means."
As she continued to talk, I thought I heard the front door open downstairs, but my attention was immediately diverted when Myra came over to me on the bed, squatted down in front of me, grabbed my balls and fiddled with them for a second before letting them go.
She got on the bed behind me and encircled me with her long powerful arms, holding me tight. I tried to escape her grasp, but I was too worn out and weak. My efforts didn't budge her.
I looked over at Jory, who was still smiling at me and talking. Something told me I needed to get out of there, but I had to gather some strength first, so I just listened.
"Remember when I told you how I was repulsed and excited at the same time when I watched your websites, and both reactions got stronger when I explored other sites that were even more vile?
"It made me think of your birthday present. At first, as I began working on it, I had some reservations. Then one day, I thought about my birthday, a week later, and I had a stroke of genius.
"In an instant, I was totally motivated because I realized how I could make this an even deeper expression of our relationship. We are attuned in so many ways that other couples aren't. Who would ever guess we both enjoy watching depraved sex?
"To go with your unforgettable birthday surprise, a matching present for my birthday would make it perfect. Twin presents, parallel presents: a porno for you and a porno for me.
"Given that you're a man and I'm a woman, how could I make them almost exactly the same? I found my answer on the cuckold websites.
"Most of the videos showed a wife, or an actresses pretending to be a wife, forcing her husband to watch her having sex with another man and then eating the man's come out of her pussy or ass. I don't want to have sex with anyone but you, so that was out, but I saw other things that would work for my video.
There was a knock on the door.
"Come in, Barclay."
I turned and saw a large muscular man walk into the bedroom. I hadn't heard him come up the stairs.
Jory ignored him and continued talking.
"Myra found Barclay for me. He's a pro. He's tested every month to make sure he's a hundred per cent safe. Today he'll be my surrogate.
"We're going to shoot exactly the same nine scenes as we just shot. The only difference is that this time, you're going to be me, and Barclay is going to be you."
I strained against Myra, but I didn't get anywhere.
Jory smiled at my efforts.
"I couldn't think of a way to talk to you about my birthday gift because it would have spoiled your surprise. I know exactly what you're feeling right now. You don't want to do it.
"We're so much alike! I didn't want to do it either. I was scared to death of what you'd do to me, and I was right to be scared.
"We both know that part of the thrill is knowing that the woman is not doing it because she wants to. I watched the same videos you watched. While she's degraded and in pain or discomfort, she may try to pretend she's liking it, but her twisted face and frantic eyes give her away. That's why it's fun to watch the videos.
"The whore on the website gets paid for her pain and humiliation. My payment for what I just went through was that I created a unique gift that you'll love.
"I won't lie and tell you that was the only thing on my mind when I was making your video. When things got really bad, I was thinking a lot about the video we're about to shoot. It helped keep me going. You could call that another payment.
"One thing gave me pause. I had weeks to think about it before deciding to do it. But because Myra's only here for today, I had to decide for you. That wasn't hard because I knew you'd agonize about it and be frightened and worried and sick to your stomach.
"That's how miserable I was. I almost called it off a few times. I saved you the weeks of mental agony and condensed them into the few minutes I'm spending explaining my gift. We're like two peas in a pod. I knew after you thought about it for a while, you would decide to do it for me. Just like I decided to do it for you.
"Even though I made your decision, I also gave you a veto. Maybe I was wrong about you. You wouldn't be excited about sexually humiliating me. If you had called it off downstairs, I would have sent Myra home and spent the day thinking up another present. When you agreed to your present, you also agreed to mine."
"But you're wrong," I said and tried to stand up. I was trying to shout, but my voice was weak.
"I expected you to say that," Jory said. "I can see you're feeling exactly the way I felt when we started your video. Myra has been giving me video training for the last couple of weeks, and she says I'm pretty good now. I'm going to be shooting the close-ups for my video like she did for yours. That allows her to hold the string."
"What?" I said. I was getting frantic.
"The string," she said. "Look down at your balls and you'll see Myra just placed a loop over them with a string, like you do with a Yo-Yo. The metallic string she used is so thin that you won't be able to see it on the video unless you look hard. But it's strong.
"You don't feel it because it's light, loose and comfortable, but it can easily become uncomfortable. Show him, Myra."
Barclay sat down next to me and grabbed hold of me. He was massive. Myra let go and pointed to a piece of string she was holding. It was draped over one of my thighs and ran down between my legs.
I watched as Myra slowly pulled the string. I felt something tightening around my ball sack and pulling my testicles. I looked down and saw them in front of me. They didn't feel good.
"I could have held the string, Ken, but I love you so much that I was afraid of what would happen when I heard you. My hysterics didn't slow you down a little while ago, but I don't know if I'm that strong. I've got earplugs handy in case I need them because I didn't want to gag you. You can stop pulling now Myra. I think he gets it.
"You know Myra doesn't like you very much. After she reads your instructions, if you don't do what she reads, she's going to pull the string. It will be a gentle tug at first to remind you to get going, and if you don't respond, she'll keep pulling very slowly until you do.
"Just now, she told me that after watching what you just did to me, she hopes you don't cooperate so she can pull your balls right off your body. I told her, don't you dare!"
Jory laughed a choked laugh.
"Are you ready Barclay?" she said. He had gotten up while Myra was demonstrating the string. I looked over and saw he was naked. Even soft, his cock was longer and thicker than mine.
"I picked Barclay after watching him on some videos," she said. "He's one of the most well-endowed performers I saw, but I also picked him because he has more style than most of the actors.
"There are only a few more things to tell you. You know most of it because you just did it. As I said, the script is the same, except you have a different role.
"Our game was for me to make you come while you tried not to. I won four times. The new game is similar, but this time your goal is to get Barclay to come four times. As soon as you do that, we're done, and Myra will take whatever video she shot and make our presents.
"Just like before, each time Barclay comes, that fifteen-minute segment is over. If you manage to get him off in two minutes on the first four parts, the video will only be eight minutes long.
"When I interviewed Barclay, he told me has never deflowered a virgin, let alone a straight virgin. He's so excited about it that you'll get him off fast if you play it smart.
"I also tricked him. I hired him to come inside you as fast as he could and go on to the next part. I told him each time he did, he'd get a bigger bonus, and if he did it nine times he's get the maximum.
"That's what he's been practicing for weeks, coming, recovering fast and coming again. He hasn't had sex in a week so he could come in seconds the first time. He told me yesterday he's ready to shoot his come faster than a machine gun.
"A few minutes ago, I totally messed him up. I said I would pay him for coming eight times no matter what happened, but now he would earn bonuses over that for each time he could last the full fifteen minutes in each position without coming.
"It rattled him, and he was steaming, because he has to make a complete one eight and do the opposite of what he's been training for. I did that to give you an advantage since he's a professional.
"When I interviewed him, I found out the things that excite him and make him come faster. You can use them to get him to come four times quickly while he's trying to hold back.
"I don't have to tell you what they are because you already know. They are the same things I used on you. All you have to do is remember what I did and do the same.
She stopped speaking for a moment. Her mouth opened, her eyes turned up and her nose wrinkled in the cute way it does when something funny occurs to her. She smiled as she spoke again.
"I didn't get far when I tried to motivate you in the first game. But I did learn some things that may motivate you more in the second game. The information I'm giving you now comes from personal experience.
"You want to work extra hard to get Barclay off four times before you get to Number Six, the one where you're on your hands and knees and your entire body is bouncing up and down on his pole like you're on a trampoline. That will look great on the video, but it's pure agony.
"Seven is comparatively much easier, but the real killers are eight and nine. Eight is where you are sitting with your back to him and his hands are pushing your head down in the full nelson. That hurts, but much worse is when he pulls you up and rips his cock free so it makes that popping sound. Each time he pops, you'll feel like your intestines are being torn out.
"Nine is where he's facing you and bouncing your ass like a ball while your body is squeezed together like a piece of dough. That hurts so much and is so humiliating that I know you'll hate it as much as I did.
"That's it for the advice. There is one decision you do have to make before we start. I cleaned myself out before we did your video, so it would look nice and pretty. I've seen some ugly, dirty stuff on the Internet, and I don't care for it.
"I would prefer my video to look as appetizing as yours, and Barclay cleaned his ass out thoroughly for your tongue. His contract says that if I see even a speck of something, his pay gets cut in half. He knows I'll have the video to back me up, so his insides probably sparkle. But your hygiene is up to you.
"The question is, do you want to go to the bathroom with Myra? She's volunteered to be with you while you give yourself two thorough enemas. Then you can take a quick shower, and she'll bring you back.
"It's up to you. I almost threw up during number four, when I had to suck on your cock right after it came out of my ass, like you'll suck on Barclay's after it comes out of you. Even though I knew I had cleaned myself out twice and I wasn't tasting anything but lube, I nearly tossed.
"You can think about it until we're about to start. If you haven't said anything by then, it means you've decided to go down and dirty. Once the game starts, it's too late to change your mind."
"I'm ready," Myra said.
"Places everyone," Jory said as she adjusted the camera and knelt next to the bed. Myra slid under the bed, out of sight of the cameras. I could see the string going from my balls to below the bed.
"Okay, Myra," said Jory.
A booming voice came from under the bed. It was different from before. Myra sounded positively gleeful as she read the words.
"Number one. He will sit on the edge of the bed while you kneel on a cushion on the floor between his legs. He'll lean back and lift his legs up until he can reach behind his knees with his hands. If necessary, push on his thighs to help him.
"He'll pull his legs back and spread them, opening his butt and displaying his asshole. Lean forward and lick his asshole until it's wet.
"Stick your tongue in as far as it will go and then move your head back and forth to fuck his asshole with your tongue. While you are doing this, put your hands in the bowl of lube to get them greasy and start working his balls and pumping his cock. Keep tonguing and stroking until he comes."
"Great, Myra," said Jory. "We could hear you clearly. Is your timer ready? I guess Ken decided against the bathroom, so we can start."
"Stop!" I said as loud as I could, even though I could barely speak. "I want to go to the bathroom."
Myra had to catch me when I stumbled getting into the shower because I felt drained and weak. When I came out of the bathroom, Joy directed me to a chair where I sat with my towel around my waist while she spoke.
"We're going to wait for a while until you recover because I want to give you a fair chance with Barclay.
"While you and Myra were in there, I thought about how much you're going to hate me when we are finished today. I hated you with everything in me when we finished number nine, and I was sure it would take a while until I got over what you did.
"It's hard for me to believe, but I'm already over that. There's no anger left. I love you as much as ever.
"I've been asking myself how can I love you so much and still be excited about watching the video we're going to make now? I know the pain and humiliation you're about to feel. I'm not a man, and I can't compartmentalize fucking like you do -- like you did a few minutes ago. As a woman, I'll empathize with you and feel horrible. At the same time I'll love watching you with Kyle today and on my video.
"How can I possibly have both feelings at the same time? I don't think there is an answer to that question. I decided not to obsess on it and get depressed. So I'm focusing on the positive. Once our bodies heal from today, I hope you treasure your gift.
"I imagine you enjoying it often in the coming weeks to deal with your feelings of anger and betrayal. If you ever get tired of it, I want to remind you that what you watch on the Internet no longer bothers me, especially when you're out of town -- or I am. Or if I have a meeting at night and you're home alone. I now understand how someone can be interested in that filth -- someone I love.
"I'm sure I'll watch my gift a few times after Myra finishes it. And maybe I'll watch it again if I'm in a dark mood, or maybe if you do something that frustrates me and makes me angry with you.
"But now that I've taken a swim in the human cesspool, I'm ready to say goodbye to the gutter. I won't be looking at those websites again. In fact, when we're done today, I'm going to the other extreme.
"I'm going to devote myself to making you happier than you've ever been. You'll be getting more surprise gifts than ever, and each one will bring you nothing but laughter and pleasure. None of them will ever be connected to a gift for me.
"I doubt if that will be any comfort to you in the next hour or two, but I hope you remember that later. It looks like you've recovered, so I think we can start."
Barclay went to the bed, sat on the edge, leaned back and pulled his legs back and wide apart. I saw his hairy butt crack and his asshole. I and turned away quickly, but not before I almost gagged.
From the tone of her voice when Jory spoke, she was delighted by my reaction.
"Don't forget, the first fifteen minutes you kneel between Barclay's legs and eat out his ass. If you have trouble getting started, Myra will give you a gentle reminder. After that, I told her to wait at least thirty seconds before she begins pulling your balls."
It was quiet in the room. Jory said, "Action!"
I sat on the chair rooted to the spot. I couldn't move. I felt a slight tug from the string.
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19,511 | Yo-yo Chronicles Ch. 02-3 Ending | FinishTheDamnStory | NonConsent/Reluctance | 2014-07-23 | 2014-07-23 | 2022-01-01 15:47:16 | 1 | literotica.com | https://www.literotica.com/s/yo-yo-chronicles-ch-02-3-ending | Payback Inc.: First Justice | ['Balloon', 'Bdsm', 'Gangbang', 'Justice', 'Payback', 'Punishment', 'Revenge', 'Slavery'] | 4.21 | _Payback Inc.: First Justice - part 3 of my ending to edrider73's Yo-yo Chronicles Ch.02_
http://www.literotica.com/s/yo-yo-chronicles-ch-02
First of all, my apologies. I thought this chapter had been submitted, and when I took a necessary break from writing (due to RL circumstances), I didn't check. I had an error in submission, and it was never posted. Now I'm the idiot that didn't finish the Damn story. I feel like crap about that, and will do my damnedest to make sure that does not happen again.
Also, as with the previous chapters, this would probably best be categorized as Nonconsent. The original author submission was LW, although he changed that. My earlier chapters were LW, and I am loathe to change categories for individual chapters, so this will remain in LW.
The foundation is established, and five wives are paying the price. Two more are equally penitent, but not locked in a basement.
All the groundwork is in place, it's time for justice to be had. Justice and more. Lots more.
There are too damn many intriguing stories that are never completed, or left hanging with disgusting endings. If I find a story that's been abandoned for too long, I'll give you my idea of an ending. Fair warning though, I don't write about total wimps. May not be BTB, all nuclear and shit, but no voluntary cucks, or whiny simpering wimps.
For Information on how I choose which stories to continue, please read my profile.
~ * ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ * ~
I'll admit it. I was nervous. Extremely nervous. I was sitting in the rearguard vehicle, watching from a distance. Butler and Carter were at the server location, waiting for our signal. Xavier was alone at the clubhouse, keeping down the fort. Dean was seated beside me, with Ellie in the backseat.
It was the first time we'd involved the wives in our adventures, but we wanted as many hands on deck as possible.
Bob was in the lead vehicle, with Neil and Velma. They, too, were waiting for a signal. We were 90% certain the convoy would exit the property in their direction. I wish that percentage was higher.
The real work had already been completed. Butler's acquaintances had performed the necessary modifications to the vehicles the night before. It had been expensive, but should be worth it. We were counting on their ability to do what they said they could.
We'd been waiting for over an hour, and had ceased talking shortly after the selected warehouse parking lot had started to fill. Now there were only a few remaining vehicles out front. We were stationed two buildings away, using binoculars, where we could observe both the front and rear of the building. It was a fortunate location. I had thought we'd need to set out a separate observer.
"One vehicle remaining," Ellie confirmed, speaking into the walkie-talkie. We didn't want to use cell-phones. Dean thought Neil was a little paranoid, but I agreed. If there ever was a time for a bit of paranoia, now was it. It was Ellie's job to watch the front of the building. Dean had his binoculars out, watching the back exit.
"One unhappy man being escorted out of the building. Two bouncers. I don't see his wife," Ellie said, binoculars unwavering. "Crap, Stu! What if his wife doesn't come out? What are we... Wait! There she is. She's getting in the driver seat. Thank God."
"Activity at the back door. People exiting. Three so far," Dean said. He repeated his observation into his walkie-talkie.
We held our collective breath, and continued watching. "Last car has left the parking lot," Ellie said.
Good. That should be the last of the potential witnesses, unless some accidental ones happened by. The last thing we needed was some security guard, or roving police car to get involved. It wouldn't be the end of the world. Up until the last moment we could always postpone it for the next show. I hoped we wouldn't have to, this setup was nearly ideal.
Just beyond the exit gate was a long alley, with two large buildings bracketing it. The only camera in the area was targeted at the gate, and there were none on the alley. Beyond the alley was a small parking lot for the building on the left, and the driveway out to the street. It was narrow and one way. No more than one vehicle could get by. We couldn't have asked for a better setup.
"Nine so far," Dean said. "You sure they all leave together?"
"Every time. They leave, enter the vehicles, and only after everyone's out of the building and it's locked up, do they drive away," I said.
"Twelve, now. Shit there's a lot of them."
"Always fourteen to sixteen, until now. This could be it," I said.
"Fifteen... this guy's locking up. I think that's all."
"Total count?"
"Four men, eleven women."
Dean spoke into this walkie-talkie. "Fifteen, three vehicles, four men, eleven women. Should be moving any moment, lights are on." Moments later the first vehicle pulled out. "It's a go. They're on the move. Go! Go!" Obviously Dean was getting excited.
I pulled into the back roadway, speeding up a little. My headlights were off and parking lights taped over. We were still about thirty yards back when they started to enter the alley.
A large panel truck with no markings pulled out of the small parking lot, turning to enter the main road, just ahead of the three vehicle convoy.
"They're there!" Dean shouted.
"I see 'em," I said, speeding up again.
"Do it! Do it already! Don't let them get away!"
I never thought Dean would get that excited. "Hit it, Ellie."
Ellie lifted the remote control. She pressed the first button. The vehicles were coming to a stop, lined up behind the panel truck but from our vantage point, nothing was happening.
"All of 'em," I said.
She pressed buttons two and three. The taillights of the vehicle went out. We pulled right up behind the bumper of the last vehicle, bracketing them in. Of course if everything went according to plan, they wouldn't be making a run for it.
The first button disabled their interior door handles, apparently a simple enough task, according to Butler's resources. The second button blew out their fuses. Without the fuses, they lost their lights and all electronics.
The third button did the big deed. It set off the aerosol fentanyl in the vehicle's air conditioning system, blowing the extremely potent and fast acting sleeping gas into the cabin. From what I was told, it was similar to the gas that was used in the Moscow theater hostage crisis in 2002. Butler assured me that it was safer; in the last 12 years they'd improved both the release and secondary elements. I hoped so, the original one left 130 hostages dead. It did manage to disable the 40 to 50 terrorists, long enough for the Russian forces to kill them.
In this case, supposedly we had to wait a mere 60 seconds to have them at our complete mercy. Dean and I were already out of the vehicle, and I saw Neil and Bob exiting the truck's cab.
I heard a loud noise and then I dropped to the ground as I saw a gun-wielding hand exit the passenger window of the middle vehicle. The bastard had shot out the window! Fuck!! What is it they say about best laid plans...
"Gun!" I cried out, moving behind the rear bumper of the car in front of me, watching the side of the vehicle.
This wasn't good, certainly not part of the plan. I had a holstered Taser, but didn't think it would win in a gun fight. I couldn't see what was happening around me. My view was blocked by the vehicle, and I didn't want to tear my eyes off the hand sticking out the window.
I drew the Taser, praying I wouldn't miss, and that it would work. It was the real thing, not a cheap knockoff. The X26C, a thousand dollar device, it was the type with wired darts that could be used from 15 feet away. I'd run through a few hundred dollars of training cartridges to be prepared, hoping I'd never have to use it.
The arm was still moving, one shoulder appeared, and I could see the back of a head. Hoping I wouldn't piss my pants, or fall down like an idiot, I crawled out from behind the bumper as stealthily as I could. I made it as far as the rear wheel well, when the fear all but paralyzed me. I raised the Taser gun, my hand shaking like mad, and shot the shoulder from maybe eight feet away. I saw a shudder, and the gun dropped from the hand. Somehow Neil was able to reach the gun even before I could. Looking up I saw the shoulder belonged to Bobo, one of my rapists. I didn't feel so bad about hitting him with the Taser. He was unconscious.
There was no movement inside the other vehicles.
We moved rapidly. It was a lot of work, especially moving the two bouncers and the two rapists. They were heavy. It took less than ten minutes from start to finish. The doors opened easily from the outside, only the interior handle was disabled. We put on our filtered masks, and pulled the bodies from the vehicles. One at a time we loaded them into the back of the panel truck. Once we'd finished, we loaded the escape vehicles. Velma drove the truck, and Ellie drove the car we'd been using. Dean got in the back of the truck with our victims, preparing them for our journey. He was already cuffing them by the time I closed the back of the truck.
The panel truck drove away, and would contact Butler and Carter, letting them know they could hit the servers. Bob, Neil and I had yet another job to do. We had opened the doors and windows of the three vehicles, and while they were airing out, we started the required repairs. It only took a couple of minutes to replace all the fuses. While Neil and I were doing that, Bob was swapping out the plates on the vehicles. They wouldn't hold up to a close inspection, so we had better not get stopped in the next couple of hours.
The fentanyl delivery canisters were closed, sealed and placed in the trunk of the lead vehicle. Keeping my fingers crossed, I turned the ignition key in the lead vehicle. It started immediately. The other two vehicles had no issues. We had to wait for Bob to run back and remove the tape covering all the cameras which faced the back of the buildings. I was happy enough to wait, my fear of getting caught outweighed by the thought of driving while there was any sleeping gas remaining in the vehicles. Bob came running back, and removed the tape covering the lens of the camera at the gate. We were done.
I leaned into our original vehicle, and gave my wife a kiss. "We're off. Keep safe."
She grabbed me and kissed me hard. "Be careful. I love you."
I checked my watch. Twenty-three minutes total. Three more than we had counted on. The only evidence that remained was any tiny shards of glass we couldn't pick up from the shattered window, and somewhere out there was a bullet we hadn't been able to find.
It was a nervous ride out to our clubhouse. We split up at the street exit, and took different paths out of the city. Two hours and nine minutes later I was pulling through the main entrance, my head still half out the window, wary of any remaining sleeping gas. I drove straight to the warehouse, where one of the bays opened for me. I pulled in beside the car Ellie had driven, and finally breathed comfortably.
Xavier was with Dean in the back of the truck. Fifteen bodies were lined up in the bed, several laying on top of each other. They were all handcuffed and hooded. Apparently gagged as well, because they were making sounds, they just weren't intelligible. The feet of each victim were tethered together, with about two feet of play. While I observed the interior, I heard a bay open, and saw the last of the kidnapping vehicles enter. That made me feel good.
"Any word from Butler and Carter?" I asked.
Xavier nodded. "All's good. They have access and are in the process of removing all the drives, as well as examining the computers for useful information. At last contact they figured they were just about done. Apparently Carter's insisting on taking one of the computers with them. They had some difficulty opening a locked file cabinet. Other than that, all is going as planned."
"We ready to start moving them?" I heard Dean ask.
He got an affirmative from me, as well as Xavier. Neil walked up, grinning like a kid. "Well, what are we waiting for? I got me some payback to get started."
I think he was speaking for all of us.
~ * ~ * ~
I looked around the basement. Our five slave-wives were locked in the single cells, temporarily. We wanted to keep them isolated, but they hadn't earned them yet. There were nine naked, angry women chained to individual floor rings, all still handcuffed, and now collared. I'll confess that five of the nine would have looked much better clothed, but that wasn't part of the plan. Their gags didn't stop them from making noise but it was at least a little quieter than it would have been otherwise.
I knew they were probably feeling pretty sick. The side effects of the sleeping gas weren't nice. I didn't feel sorry for a single one of them. A more despicable bunch of people probably did not exist on the face of the earth.
Joanna was in the black box, where she'd stay for a while. Jilly was in the white box, but I was quite certain she'd be let out frequently. During her stage performances she had promised an awful lot, and never delivered. She'd be keeping those promises now. I know she owed me her ass. We had already agreed to a drawing to see who would get to use her first.
The four men were still in the warehouse. They were naked except for their hoods. Well, not quite naked, they were also wearing what had to be close to two-hundred pounds of chains each. They wore steel wrist and ankle manacles, which were padlocked shut. Xavier said he planned on welding them shut when he had time. The poles they were chained to weren't going anywhere, so neither were they. We'd deal with them later. We had nothing but time.
~ * ~ * ~
It was a very busy weekend. After capturing our torturers on Saturday, we spent most of Sunday working. I was lucky, part of the basement crew. I got to work on building the stage that was going to be a large part of our payback. Three of our members had skills unique to our group, which determined what their jobs were going to be. The rest of us drew lots. Xavier had spent a few years working as a mechanic in a garage, so he, Dean and Bob had vehicle duty, to make sure that none of the vehicles could ever be tracked back to us. Velma and Ellie were tasked with watching the news to see if anything about Joanna and her crew came up. Butler had a butt-load of video experience, so he was tasked with working on our new stage. Neil had paid Bob a grand to get basement duty with me and Butler. Bob had been a little reluctant but Velma had convinced him it would be in his best interest to take the money.
Personally, I thought Velma was getting pushy. If I were Bob, I'd probably have chained her in the basement with the new girls, as a reminder. A thousand bucks wasn't worth sweating in the hot barn on the vehicles, versus working in the basement, with the slaves. But that's just me. I told Ellie my thoughts on the matter.
"Really?" she said, showing her surprise. "If I said you should take the money, you'd lock me up?"
"If I asked your opinion, I'd listen. If you nagged me about it, you'd be naked chained to a ring, demoted to Tier four."
"Demoted? I'm not really a slave, Stu! I agreed to do this, because it was what you needed, and I could help."
I grabbed her collar and gave it a yank. "When you enter the compound, things change, Ellie. There are no free women in this building, on this property. You understand that, don't you?"
"But you never—"
"You're a Tier five. That yields certain benefits, like freedom up here, and exclusive access. That could change." I gave her collar a shake. "Don't jeopardize them, like Velma's doing."
"But at home—"
"At home you're my wife. We're not home, are we?"
She shook her head. "You don't treat me like a slave. You ask, you don't tell. You don't abuse me, you don't make me call you master or sir, unless we're downstairs."
I pulled her close. "I love you. I make allowances. How do you refer to the other men?"
"M-m-m-master," she mumbled.
"Only downstairs?"
She shook her head. "No."
"Even Bob?"
She nodded.
"Do you see? You behave properly for everyone but me. You're respectful, and obedient. You don't talk back. I allow you a little freedom because you're my wife. Don't abuse it, Ellie. Love only goes so far. Velma may learn that."
I did notice that after our discussion, Velma was behaving much better. Slaves talk.
~ * ~ * ~
Carter, of course, was saddled with the computer work. Unfortunately for him, we didn't want it to possibly be tracked back to the us. Neil had him set up in a decrepit building at the edge of town, still over an hour away. We all felt so bad about it we finally agreed to let him have Jilly first. That seemed to make him happy, and we all sat around, watching and cheering him on, as he used her thoroughly. Even our slave wives were out of their cells, helping relieve the audience sexual tension. I was balls deep in Ellie, who was sitting on my lap, as Jilly got hers for the first of many, many times. Ellie was collared of course, in her slave silks. I reminded her if she didn't do a good job, I might make her openly available, and help myself to one of the others.
The only ones who didn't get to see Jilly's debasement were Joanna, still in the black box, and the four bastards out in the warehouse.
"What are you going to do with her, when you get your chance?" Ellie asked. "Go round the world?"
"Nah. She promised me her ass on stage, even though she claimed she didn't like anything up there. We're going to see about that. I'm going to wear that bitches ass _out_!"
Ellie giggled, and gave me a little squeeze down below. "You happier now?"
"Unbelievably so. Thank you for putting up with me for the last few months. I know I've been asking a lot."
"I put you through a lot. I'm happy we're able to work past that."
It looked like I wasn't the only one planning on using Jilly's ass. Carter had just pulled out of the cock-tease's pussy, and rammed his cock home. Jilly's crying and shrieking made me think she probably didn't like it. I was confident she'd like it even less when it was my turn. I had more to stick up there than anyone but Butler, and he still didn't have any more than me.
Jilly was doing a considerable amount of begging and pleading. She was the only captive that had been ungagged so far. That was in case Carter wanted to use her mouth. Personally, I wasn't sticking anything in the mouth of somebody who wasn't resigned to accept it. She'd stay gagged for me.
After he had come in her for the second time, I was surprised when he dragged her over in front of one of the women chained to the floor. She was a big homely thing. Carter lifted her head by the hair, and tore the duct tape off her mouth, then pulled the ball gag out. "Clean her up while I get a second wind."
The woman started crying. "You have to let me go. I have a family, I didn't do anything—"
"Fuck you. I remember damn well who it was who tied that damn string to my balls, you lousy cunt. You want to see the scars? Not another word or I'll beat you to within an inch of your life, and maybe beyond. Now clean that filthy slut up, and do a good job."
"How?"
Carter slapped her across the face hard enough to make me grimace. "Why the fuck do you think I ungagged you?" He stomped across the floor, and took one of our most vicious whips off the wall. An eight foot bull-whip, which we mostly used for show, and never had wielded full-strength against any of the wives. By the time he got back, the ugly bitch had her tongue where it belonged.
He hit her anyway, making both the women scream. He didn't do it as hard as he could, but it left a bloody trail on her back. I think it was only then that I realized that it was going to get ugly before this was all over. I started to wonder if Joanna would even make it out alive. Not that she deserved to.
The cow was doing her best on Jilly, I was pretty sure of that. Carter walked over to his ex-wife, who was busy taking care of Neil. "Get me up for her, Jan," he said.
Janine apologized to Neil, then dropped to her knees, and started sucking her angry ex. I had never heard Carter call her Jan before, and he rarely used her. I could see he was severely worked up emotionally. "Gimme a second, baby, alright?" I whispered to Ellie.
She climbed off my lap, and kissed my cheek. I went over to Annette who I knew was Carter's favorite. At the moment she was seated next to Butler, who had Diana's mouth around his cock.
"Annette, I need you to go to him. See if he'll let you help. Try to calm him a bit, Ok?"
She looked at me in surprise. I never requested, I told. I wanted her to realize how important this was. "Of course, Master Stu. I'll do what I can."
She was good. She sidled up behind him whispering in his ear. Her hands were caressing his body gently. After a few seconds he nodded, and I saw her kiss him lightly. That was a no-no, at least in public, but this wasn't a normal occasion. She dropped to her knees beside Janine, whispered in her ear, and then she was helping with the blowjob. Janine hadn't been able to get him hard up to that point, but together they did a better job. Janine stood and hugged her ex. She was talking, but her voice was too low for me to hear much more than 'sorry'. Then she was back to helping Annette.
Carter looked over his shoulder, where Jilly and her cleaner were still going at it. "Both holes, and do a good job, or I swear I'll skin you alive."
Ellie was sitting next to me, her hand stroking my limp dick. "You don't like this do you?" she whispered in my ear.
"I like what your hand is doing. I just don't want to see things get out of control."
"It looks like Annette has him calmed a little. That was a good call." Then she lowered her mouth over my cock, and it wasn't long before she was riding me again. She was careful not to block my view. I ran my hands over the diaphanous silks covering her. It always gave me a little kick to see her, the only slave girl even partially clothed. Bob had Velma stripping naked when she was in the 'dungeon' as he liked to call it.
For me, there was something exciting about that little bit of cover, her nearly transparent material hanging loose, almost covering her, yielding glimpses of her soft skin, hiding her actions while she was riding me. Yeah, I'd let her keep the silks.
Carter seemed to be enjoying the dual blowjob. He was calmer, almost playful, moving his cock from mouth to mouth. I watched him pull back. "Kiss her."
I don't know which one he was speaking to, but Janine acted like it was meant for her. She turned to face Annette, and laid one on her. No little peck either. She did a great job, then pulled away, and guided her ex-husband's cock back into Annette's mouth. "Do her, Master. Don't let that evil slut have all the fun."
Carter stared down at his ex, while Annette sucked away. He nodded, with a smirking grin. Janine laughed, and tugged Annette away. "He needs that sweet little pussy of yours 'Net." Annette turned around, leaned over and grabbed her ankles. Janine took hold of Carter's cock and guided it home. Then she stood beside Annette, holding the slave's hips to keep her steady, while her one-time husband fucked away.
Janine seemed to be enjoying it. "You like that, don't you Master baby? Like that tight little slave cunt. God, you look good filling her up. Do it, Chris. Make her yours before you go over there and destroy that teasing bitch!"
Carter smiled. "Let's do it," he said. He pulled out of Annette, and took his ex by the hand. "Let's make the bitch pay."
Janine clung to his arm for the few feet it took to get to them. He pulled the cunt-licker up by the hair. "Slave Annette," he called out over his shoulder. "Shut this one up."
Janine grabbed Jilly by the hair, and dragged the crying woman back to the middle of the open space. Jilly was lying on her back, tears running down her face. "I'm sorry," she moaned. "It was just a job—"
Janine shut her up by sitting on her face. "Gimme her legs, Master Chris. She hates it in the ass."
Carter lifted Jilly's ankles and passed them to his wife, who pulled them back far, lifting the girl's butt up off the ground. Carter was smiling as he pressed his cock back inside Jilly's abused ass. "She's got a loose cunt anyway. All our women are better than this piece of shit," he growled, thrusting hard.
Janine blushed as if it were a personal compliment. "I'm proud it's you that gets to teach her the first lesson. Make it a good one, Master baby. Tear her up." She reached down and grabbed Jilly's substantial tits, tugging hard on her nipples. From where I was sitting, I could hear the actress bitch scream into Janine's cunt.
Annette was watching from a few feet away, perched on the cow's face. I guess that was one way of shutting her up. I thought she was going to replace the gag.
"Destroy that bitch, Chri... Master Carter," she called out.
Carter was going to town, hammering that ass hard and fast. He never slowed down for a minute, until he was sweating and breathing hard. "Fill her up, Chris Master," Janine said. "First rights. You earned it. You're the best, baby. Now fill that ass up."
He was grunting, swearing under his breath. I saw him lunge into Jilly, making her squeal, and he slammed his cock home a few more times, before sitting back on his haunches, panting from his effort.
Janine got up from Jilly's face, and went to her man. "You want to go again, baby? 'Net and I can get you up."
He shook his head tiredly. "Let someone else have her," he said. He looked emotionally exhausted, on the verge of tears. Janine hugged his head to her chest. "C'mon, let us take care of you, while someone else has a little fun. You did great, Sir."
Janine helped him to his feet, her arm around his waist. His legs looked shaky. Annette gagged the bitch she'd been riding, and ran after the couple, stepping up on Carter's other side. I watched them taking him into Janine's room, and they didn't return.
Bob had her next, and then Neil. Neither seemed to hold the animosity that Carter had displayed, but they took their turns on her. It was odd. They seemed to work together, taking turns using her individually, and then together. They were almost done with her when Annette reappeared from Janine's room. She walked over to me, and knelt quietly at my side. Such a good girl.
"Thank you, Slave Annette. Speak." I gave Ellie a pat on her butt, and she climbed off of me, and sat patiently.
"He's still upset. Janine is taking care of him. She knows him best. He really hates that slave Jilly, Master Stu. I'm not sure why, but you were right. He had a lot of anger."
I reached over and stroked her hair. "You did good. I'll remember this."
Her eyes sparkled. She gave me a smile, and looked down at my cock, still hard and shining from my wife's juices. "May I, Master Stu?"
"Yes."
She moved between my legs, and hesitated. She looked up at Ellie. "You don't mind?" she asked.
Ellie reached over and pushed the girl down on my cock. "I only mind if you don't do a good job. Serve your Master, slave girl."
That was a bit of a surprise for me. I kissed my wife, while Annette worked her magic. Ellie pulled away after a bit and leaned over my lap. "Don't finish him. We're saving it for that teasing bitch. He's up next."
Annette looked up and nodded, her mouth full. She eased back and gave me a slow easy suck, mouth only, just a few inches back and forth at a nice even pace. She was good; she had me staying hard, without getting too worked up.
Neil and Bob were DPing Jilly, and seemed to be enjoying themselves. Velma was sitting alone, and looked a little anxious. I turned to my wife. "Check on Velma, would you? She doesn't look too happy."
Ellie gave me a quick kiss, and whispered some instructions to Annette. Then she went over to Velma and engaged her.
Annette, eased off my cock. "More sucking, Master? Or can I offer you anything else? Senior Slave Ellie suggested you like to change it up."
Senior Slave? I hadn't heard that term used before. "I wouldn't mind a little ride. Giddyup, pretty girl."
She grinned and straddled me. She leaned forward, her lips caressing my neck. "I don't forget, Master Stu. The beginning, when you helped me. If you didn't have Ellie, I'd be yours, Master. I never thanked you," she whispered, riding me slow and easy.
I brushed her wild red hair back, and held her. "How's things with X? Any progress?"
She giggled, grinding down on me. "Yes. Thank you for caring, Master Stu. I'm sad you're leaving. We all are."
I chuckled swatting her bottom. "Yes? That's all? Some details, slave girl."
"He doesn't hate me as much. He doesn't hurt me when he uses me anymore. He even held me when we slept together. I think he may forgive me someday. I'm not sure I'll ever forgive myself. You know I didn't do it on purpose, right Master? I was drunk and high, and wasn't thinking. I screwed up a good thing. I wish I could take it back. You have no idea how many times I've wished that." She hugged me tightly, her movements slowing. "Do you think he'll ever forgive me?" she sobbed, and I could feel her body shaking as her tears dripped down my neck.
"Hush, beautiful. I think he will. Compared to the others, yours was one of the least betrayals, with no planning, just a spur of the moment bad decision. I think the fact that you ran, and sicced your brothers on him hurt as much as anything."
"I didn't, Master Stu! I tried to stop them. I told them it was my fault. The brutes never listen to me. I didn't want him hurt. He was my husband, I love him."
I gave her a squeeze, watching the guys on Jilly switch places. "Make sure he knows that. Be patient. You've made good progress."
"Do you think I'll ever be a five, Master Stu?" she asked, her hips back to teasing me with little grinds and swirls.
"I do. Maybe our first."
"Other than Senior Slave Ellie," she said.
"She went through a different process. Hers was easier in many ways. You're doing well. Now enough talking, I need some sucking, pretty slave."
She stole a quick kiss from the side of my mouth, and blushed. She dropped to her knees, and kept me ready for my turn.
It wasn't long after that, before Bob and Neil gave each other high-fives over Jilly's sobbing body. I was up.
"Slave Petra!" I called out.
I wasn't sure where she'd been. I didn't even look for her. I knew she would respond. She came running up to me a few seconds later, dropping to her knees. "Did I take you away from anything?"
"Master Dean said I could go," she answered.
"Good. Take Jilly and clean her up. Don't be gentle. I want her back here in five minutes."
"Yes Master Stud," she said, smiling at me.
"Behave, rotten thing," I said.
She nodded, then had her fist in Jilly's hair, dragging her to her feet, and walking her away. I saw some confusion around us, as Ellie returned to my side. I pushed Annette off my cock, and she backed up, waiting patiently on her knees. "Halftime. I'm number four of seven. See if anyone needs drinks or anything." Annette nodded. "Can you help her, Ellie? Make sure everything's good?"
She nodded. "Of course. You want anything, Sir?"
"I'm fine, thanks." I got up and walked down the line of our new tenants. I saw one that looked like she might be decent. I seemed to recall her as being one of the camera women. "You. Suck me."
If she balked, I wouldn't make her. She'd get a beating, but I still wasn't going to stick my cock in an unfriendly mouth.
She moved closer on her knees. "I... I'm not good... sir," she said nervously.
"Try," I said.
She tried. It was lousy, but it was a new mouth, and she wasn't bad looking. All I wanted to do was stay hard, until Jilly was prepared for me. "What's your name, slave girl?"
She looked up at me, slowly backing off my cock. "Tina, sir."
"You handled a camera, didn't you?"
She nodded. "Yes, sir."
"Did you get off, seeing men tortured on stage?" I asked. I wasn't even sure why I cared. There was something about this one, she seemed different. Resigned and sad, more than angry.
"No sir. I tried not to think about it. The pay was excellent."
"Suck," I said.
She did, and I thought about her words. "Why do I think that all of the women would argue the same thing? You're just trying to minimize your role, aren't you?"
She stopped sucking, and began stroking my cock with her hand. "No, sir. For Jilly, Lillian and me, it was a job. The rest seemed to derive a lot of enjoyment out of it."
For some reason, I believed her. "Jilly?"
She nodded, sucking my cock briefly. "She hated it. But the pay was too good. She made four hundred dollars for an hour's work once a week. Please don't hurt her too bad, sir."
"Suck."
She did.
"You understand, slave Tina, she's the symbol to us. The shiny bauble, on- stage, teasing us, giving us impossible tasks, promising the world and delivering nothing but pain and humiliation. She didn't seem to hate it. Just the opposite."
"It was only a job, sir. She didn't enjoy it like the others. She cried sometimes."
I cuffed her head. "I didn't say you could speak. Suck, stupid slave."
She sucked.
"That's always the explanation for evil. It was a job, I was given orders, I never meant to hurt anyone. She did it. She profited off our pain. My pain. She doesn't get a bye. None of you do. In some ways, she's worse for doing it." I saw Petra bringing a cleaned up Jilly my way. I pushed Tina off my cock. "Enough. If you want to survive, I suggest you learn to do that a lot better."
Petra pushed Jilly to her knees before me. "She'll behave, sir," she said to me.
I lifted Jilly's head up by the chin. "You'll serve me well?"
She nodded tearfully. "Yes, Master Stu. Thank you for allowing Petra to explain things."
"Suck me, slave Jilly. Do a damn good job of it."
I pulled Petra over, while Jilly did her best. It wasn't bad, to be honest. "Did you lube her?" I asked.
She lowered her eyes. "I did. I'm sorry. Master Stu. It's difficult for me to see her hurt. Punish me, please."
I pulled her close, my lips to her ear. "You think I don't know you? That I wouldn't know _exactly_ what you would do? Talk to her, prepare her, lube her?"
She looked up at me, eyes open wide. I reached down and tapped Jilly's head. "Easy. I'm in no hurry."
Petra put her lips to my ear. "I didn't displease, you, Master Stu?" she whispered.
"Not at all."
"You don't want her hurt."
I could see she was confused, upset. I forgave her for not saying sir. "Not hurt. Punished, for her role, but not injured. She'll have a rough day as it is."
Petra's eyes teared up. "Why are you leaving us? Aren't we good? What are we going to do without you? I would have died without you. I know I would have."
"Hush. You're tougher than you think. Now go make someone happy, little one. I need to deal with this slut."
"Yes, Master Stud. As you wish." The little hussy had the audacity to wink at me.
"Behave!"
She gave me a little grin, and went to search from someone to pleasure.
She left me alone with Jilly, the evil tease with the pin-up body. I pushed her head off my cock, and looked around. It didn't take me long to find her. "Ellie. Get me a pad. I don't want to be uncomfortable."
It only took her a few seconds to bring me one of the sleeping pads. We put it on the floor, and I laid down. "Fuck me," I said to Jilly.
She nodded, and straddled me, sliding my cock into her pussy easily. She bounced up and down slowly.
"Do you remember me?" I asked.
She shook her head. "I'm sorry, sir. I don't."
"I guess you can't remember every man you helped humiliate and destroy," I said, recalling why we were all pissed at her.
"I'm sorry, sir."
"So I don't suppose you remember what you promised me on stage, do you?"
"No sir."
"Your ass, Jilly. You said if I could prove myself to you, you'd let me do your ass, even though you don't like things up there. Is that true? You don't like it up your ass.?"
"No, sir. I don't. I never did that until tonight."
"You held that damn string tied to my balls, and encouraged two men to rape my mouth and ass. Even if you don't recall, I remember it well."
She kept moving up and down, and I could see the tears were about to start again. "I'm sorry sir. I... I try to block those things out."
"I want what you promised me," I said.
"Now, sir?"
"Yes, now! What do you think? A year from now? Don't be stupid. It could very well reduce your life expectancy considerably," I snapped.
She nodded. "Sorry sir." She lifted off my cock, and re-aimed it, before slowly settling back down. I saw her wince as she absorbed the thickness. "It is yours, Master Stu."
"Good. Now give me a ride. Make it good, and perhaps I won't be too hard on you. I'll be finishing in your ass three times. If you behave, and do a good job, I may let you do most of the work with your mouth and pussy, otherwise I'm gonna wear that ass out before I pass you on."
"I... I'll do my best, sir. Thank you." She closed her eyes, and I could see she didn't enjoy it, I saw the occasional looks of pain, but she gave it a good effort. I leaned back, and let her ride. I knew the first one wouldn't last much longer. I'd been prepped for too long.
I didn't let my actions betray my pleasure. I stayed still, watching her coldly, until I couldn't resist any longer. I didn't thrust into her, gasp or groan. I laid still and kept a straight face, as I finished inside her.
"That's one. You did well, slave. I'll let you get me hard and pleasure me as you wish, until I'm close, and then you'll offer me your ass again."
"Thank you, sir," she whispered. I think she meant it.
I looked for my wife, who was sitting nearby, watching. "A pillow, Ellie? I'm gonna be here a while."
She got up and returned propping a pillow behind me. Jilly was sucking away, and almost had me ready for another ride. "What are you doing, Stu? I thought you were going to wear the bitch's ass out."
"Stay," I said, patting the space beside me. "Three loads for her ass, but I'm gonna let her earn 'em on her own."
She just shook her head. "Another one. You're not made for this are you?"
"I'm punishing her."
She laid down next to me, and kissed my cheek. "Of course you are. I love you, baby."
"I am! I'm making her earn it, and dumping three loads in her ass, whether she likes it or not!"
Ellie gave me a long, slow kiss. "Punish her baby. Fill that slutty ass."
It took a while, and she was breathing hard and glowing from the exertion, but Jilly earned her three loads. I tried to maintain my composure, reacting as little as possible. She thanked me after each one. Once I'd delivered my third, she laid down on my chest, kissing my neck.
"Thank you, Master Stu. I know I don't deserve your kindness. The rest are not going to be easy on me are they?"
"No, they won't be. I suspect you'll be paying dearly for a few weeks before the anger starts to fade."
"Anything else I can do for you, sir?" she asked. "Anything?"
"Apologize to my wife. It's her pleasure you're stealing, and our marriage you almost destroyed."
She looked over. "This is your wife, sir?"
"Senior Slave Ellie."
My cock was still in her ass, but it was softening. I'd have to give her up soon. She turned to Ellie. "I'm sorry my actions caused you any grief. Thank you for allowing me to do what I could for him. You're a lucky woman."
Ellie smiled. "I am. And you're a cruel woman. I don't feel sorry for you."
Jilly looked like she'd been slapped. "I... I'm sorry. I let greed steer me wrong. I guess I'm going to pay for that."
"You are. I hope you learn your lesson. Now get off my man, slave girl."
Jilly scrambled off of me, and Ellie took my hand and led me to the bathroom. "Let's get you cleaned up. You want to watch the rest?"
"After a snack. I owe it to the others to stick around."
"What about what _you_ want, Stu?"
"Me? I'd like to relax with my wife, have a beer, and put this behind me."
"Just me? Nobody else, Sir?"
"Of course not. I'd always rather be with you."
"Jilly is pretty. Even well used. She's a sexy little bitch. She tried hard to get a response from you. That was kind of cruel, acting bored and all. I didn't know you had it in you."
"I didn't plan it. I just didn't want her to see she could get to me."
"You feel bad for her," Ellie said.
"I feel bad for all of them. It doesn't change what they did. They have it coming." She had a washcloth in her hand cleaning me thoroughly. "Do me a favor, babe?"
"Always, anything."
"Tomorrow, find out what the deal is with Tina and Lillian. Tina's the one I had blowing me before I did Jilly."
"More charity cases?" she said.
"I don't know. Maybe. Not likely really, I won't be around after Sunday. It'll be good to get away."
She slipped into my arms, hugging me. "Good for you maybe. Good for us. Not for them."
"They're not my problem anymore."
"Of course not, dear." She gave me a kiss. "Pick one, honey. I want us to have a toy to play with, while we watch."
"Really?"
"Sure. Why not? You and I can relax, and they can take care of us."
"Why don't you choose?" I suggested.
"You might not like my suggestion," she said.
"Go ahead. You've got me curious."
"Alright, wait here. I'll come for you when I'm ready."
I was watching Butler with Jilly. He wasn't gentle. He was face fucking her roughly. I guess she made a different promise to him, than to me. I sat down next to Bob and Velma, who seemed relaxed. "You did her up Bob."
He grinned. "Yeah, I did. Every hole. She's a disgusting bitch. You only saw her in action a few times. I've had to watch her week after week, destroying one man after another. The whore has no soul."
I hadn't thought about that. "Whore is an apt description. It sounds like most of these bitches hate men and got off on the pain and humiliation. A few of them were in it for the money. Jilly's one of them. A few hundred bucks, once a week, to destroy a person. Pretty sick."
We were talking around Velma, and my arm slid around her easily. "How are you doing, beautiful?" I asked.
She leaned against me. "Better than most, I suppose. I'm glad we don't have to go to anymore shows."
"We all appreciate what you two did. I know it must have been tough."
Her hand was in my lap, toying playfully. "You still mad at me, Master Stu?" she asked.
"Nah. It was fun getting over it though."
She giggled. "Yeah. It was." I think she was going to say more, but Ellie came and grabbed me, escorting me to a little oasis she'd prepared. She had pulled one of the pads from the training room, and had it laid out with a pillow. Petra was waiting there, a cold beer in her hand.
"Petra?" I asked Ellie.
"She's always so anxious to please you. It's fun to watch. Now relax, and let's enjoy the show."
It was nice. Ellie and I relaxed, heads propped up to watch the activities, half the time watching the show around the show, what everyone else was up to. Jilly was getting used hard, and I was surprised to see Carter going back for seconds, and Neil joined in on Dean's turn. That was going to be one used up little whore.
I think what was more surprising was watching Xavier sit next to Bob, talking. He grabbed Velma by the back of the head and drew her down to his cock. Neither Bob nor Velma seemed to find anything unusual with Velma sucking Xavier. I wondered when that had started.
Petra was pleasuring both of us, which was kind of fun. When I finished my beer, Ellie returned with five more in a cooler, and a couple of apples. We fed Petra, biting off chunks of the apple, and making her take it from our mouths, then pouring the beer into our little slave. After four, she was bombed, and acting up. She was professing her love for us, cuddling in between us, purring with pleasure. Ellie thought it was hilarious.
"You're evil," I teased her.
"Give it a break, Stu. She's loving it. She's not that bad, now that you've trained her up. Let's keep her for the night."
"If she gets sick, I'm not dealing with it."
Ellie laughed. "That's what the new girls are for."
Petra was watching us, a stupid little smile on her face, her eyes half- lidded. "Love you, Master Stud," she said, wrapping her skinny arms around my chest.
"Where'd she get this Master Stud thing?" Ellie laughed.
"Damned if I know. It started a couple of days ago."
Petra was kissing my neck and shoulders. "Master Stud is the best. Makes his girls come _lots_ ," she said. "He doesn't just fuck us."
"Behave, Petra," I said. "I don't want to have to punish you."
"Punish Petra's pussy," she giggled. She was trying to kiss my lips, and I was turning away. "Be good!"
Ellie laughed. "Give her a kiss, Stu. She's earned it. She's been good."
"Do you have any idea where that mouth has been?" I reminded her.
"You and me, for the last couple of hours," she said.
Then Petra's lips were on mine, and she was going to town. I didn't fight her off. I kissed her back, a little reward. She was improving in everything, and she was kind of cute drunk. She had managed to climb on top of me, and was wiggling a lot, her leg between mine, rubbing me. Improbably she had me hard again.
"Use me, Master?" she whispered, scattering kisses over my face.
"Will you behave if I do?" I said.
"Always behave for you," she said, grinning.
I reached down and rubbed my cock against her opening, and eased it in. She sighed sweetly, and wriggled down onto it. She was lying on me, and I was able to pump her a bit. She was humming happily, and I noticed she was holding hands with Ellie.
I turned my attention back to the show, catching a view of an air-tight Jilly, who seemed almost as out of it as Petra. The guys were making a game of it, moving around her, each taking a turn in each hole. She showed no resistance whatsoever. They threw her around like a sexy, big-titty rag-doll. I noticed that the chained girls for the most part never stopped watching. I wondered if they were worried if they were next, or if they wert getting off on Jilly's abuse and humiliation.
"I think it's winding down," Ellie said, her head next to mine. She was half on her side, watching the debauchery, one hand caressing Petra's back.
"Don't wake her up," I said.
"She's sleeping?"
"Yeah, for a while." I was still enjoyed the action, moving my hips just enough to push in and out of her. I chuckled.
"What?"
"She's almost as good a fuck sound asleep as she is when she's trying," I said.
"Don't be mean, Stu. She's doing her best. She really is in love with you, you know. You should be nicer to her."
"Have you forgotten what she did? She's evil."
"She was. You must know she's different now. You want to take her upstairs? I think they're about done."
She was right. Jilly was lying still, obviously exhausted. She was a mess. Nobody was doing her at the moment, although it looked like a couple were considering it. "Why don't you take her up, and I'll join you as soon as I get this shut down."
"You don't have to do everything," she pouted.
"I won't be long. I promise. I just want to make sure she's alright."
When I tried to peel Petra off of me, she whimpered, clinging tightly. Ellie tugged on her arm. "Come on Petra. We're going to bed," she said.
"Master Stu?" Petra whispered.
"He wants you in his bed. Don't disappoint him."
Petra crawled off of me, and half onto Ellie. "You're the best, slave Ellie," she said.
Ellie rolled her eyes at me, and tugged Petra to her feet, while I got up to take care of our worn out newbie.
Looking around, Diana appeared available. A couple of the new girls chained to the floor were getting attention I'm sure they'd prefer to do without. Tina was one of them. I took Diana by the hand. "Help me clean her up. Then we'll put her away."
I carried Jilly over to the bathroom, and helped Diana wipe her down. I told myself I'd take a shower when I was done with her. She was a mess. When we'd done what we could, I tucked her back into the blackbox, but I put a bottle of water in with her. I figured she'd need it.
I checked the new girls. Butler was helping me before too long. A couple of the guys were taking girls to their rooms, but I made sure they were all leashed, and put away the remaining ones. It was probably twenty minutes before I was done. Butler said he'd close things down, and I left him, heading to my room. The girls were cuddled up in bed, both sleeping. I took a quick shower, and slid in beside my wife. She turned and cuddled up to me. "I had a good time tonight," she said sleepily.
It struck me funny. It was like a date, with the serial rape of an evil whore as the show. "Me too, honey."
It didn't take me any time at all to fall asleep.
~ * ~ * ~
I woke between the girls. Petra was grouchy when I started fucking her, but once I got some aspirin and water in her, she turned lovey-dovey again. Ellie and I slept in late, playing with our toy. It was fun. Petra was extremely appreciative of us taking her to bed, and made sure we knew it. I even let Ellie take her into the bathroom and bathe together. By the time we got downstairs, I knew I was going to have to give my poor cock a rest for at least a day or two. I was used to getting a lot of action but this was ridiculous.
The guys were talking about pulling Joanna out of the box and running a train on her, but I don't think anybody was really up for it. It was a lazy day, all of the team taking turns going downstairs and abusing the new girls. I knew their lives would get tough after the weekend, while Dean and Xavier broke them.
We made plans, knowing we'd have to keep a low profile for a while, to see what happened once word got out about the end of the show.
Carter promised he'd fill us in on the website, and whatever he got off the computers. We still had a long ways to go to complete our revenge, but to be honest, I was more than willing to let the other guys handle it. I wasn't alone.
Monday I was home with my wife. We had a wonderfully relaxing evening together. We made love, and I told her how much I'd missed her. I started looking for a new contract during the day, while she worked. Midweek we had Bob and Velma over. We discussed how much longer we wanted to be involved in the revenge scene. It would be hard to drop out altogether, but I didn't want it running my life anymore.
"We're thinking once everything settles down, we'll limit ourselves to once a week," Bob said, looking at his wife, who was nodding. "Dean says they're going to start getting the word out to any of the other guys who were abused, and offer them a deal to get some revenge on Joanna and her crowd. Maybe on their wives as well.
"What's going to happen to the guys in the barn?" Velma asked.
"I heard they're going to be neutered, and get a little of what they gave out. Not my scene," I said.
"You don't want payback?"
I shrugged. "I want my life back. It's been taken over too much by all of this."
Before they left that night, Velma caught me alone. "There ever going to be a you and me again?" she asked.
"I wouldn't mind. We'll have to talk it over with the other two. I sure enjoyed the time with you."
"Better than all your new slave-sluts?" she asked. I sensed a bit of jealousy.
"Of course. A willing slut beats a slave slut any day."
She grinned. "I'm willing," she said.
I took her in my arms and gave her a big kiss. "We'll see. I need a break for a bit, to be with Ellie. I've been dealing with a house full of slaves for too long. It wore me out. Be patient."
"Sure. I'll be whatever you want," she said.
"Slut."
"Your slut, if you play your cards right."
~ * ~ * ~
Joanna's disappearance along with her whole team made the news. In a big way. It was a couple of weeks before it started to die down. The guys didn't wait that long to start getting their payback.
I spent an afternoon or two at the clubhouse. I wasn't there for fun, at least not with the girls. We were finishing up the last details of the stage, and wanted it to be perfect. We were putting in a lot of details, a nice finish to the railings, carpeted platform and stairs. We installed a draped entrance from behind, numerous large softboxes, tungsten floodlights, and convenient tie downs.
Two mounts in the middle of the stage could be fitted with a variety of devices. A tiled area surrounded it, with a built in drain, to make it easier to wash down that area. We fitted a wooden pillory to the mount, and tested it with a couple of the slaves. It held up well, even under vigorous, repeated use. By the time we were done, I was proud of the work we had done.
I stayed for the beginning of the entertainment. Joanna had been cleaned up, you'd hardly know she'd been living in her own waste for over a week. Someone had even gone to the trouble to do her hair and give her a little makeup. Her mascara was a little heavy, and her lipstick was blood red. When the cameras started, I heard a chorus of "Balloon!" and she was escorted onto the stage. She had clamps affixed to her nipples and between her legs out of sight. As she appeared she was inhaling a balloon that a masked man - Xavier, to us in the know - held to her lips. She was stopped in front of the pillory, by a few yanks on her clamps.
"Tell us your name," Xavier said.
I could already see the tears in her eyes. She shook her head.
A couple of yanks and she gasped. "Your name, evil bitch!" Xavier snapped.
She opened her lips, and in a voice deeper than James Earl Jones, she said "Joanna."
Everyone present started laughing. It was a good crowd. All of the men, and all of the slaves except for one who was locked up for bad behavior.
"Joanna, we've been dating a while now," Xavier said, reaching out and grabbing her tit, giving it a squeeze. "But you don't put out. I think the truth is you hate men. All men. Isn't that true?"
She shook her head, and answered in a deep sonorous voice, "That's a lie."
More laughter from the audience. The sulfur hexafluoride, six times heavier than air, did its job, the opposite of helium, deepening her voice.
"No, I think it's obvious. You're not really a woman at all. I think it's only appropriate we test that." He grabbed her by the neck, and pushed her down onto the pillory. His assistant, the lovely Jilly, lifted Joanna's hands in place.
Joanna glared at Jilly. "You'll pay for this, traitor," she said, her voice still in the lowest register of anyone in the room.
The top of the pillory was dropped in place, locking Joanna in. Jilly stepped back, smiling, then slapped her former boss across the face hard enough to leave clear fingerprints. "I'm already paying, thanks to you, you dried up old cunt." She turned and brought her knee up into Joanna's stomach. The slap was impromptu, the knee to the stomach, planned. Sulfur hexafluoride stays in the lungs unless forcefully expelled. Then Jilly turned and walked away, standing before a stack of huge digital counters, her arm extended like Vanna White. The counters were labeled, in order from top to bottom, time, volunteers, and ejaculations.
"See, Joanna, my dear. All you have to do it show me you're a decent fuck. We have a few volunteers who have generously offered to sample your wares. All you have to do is convince one of them, just one, to come in that barren pussy of yours. Once they do, you'll be set free, and you and I can live out our dreams. You can do that, can't you?"
She just glared at him, and the first of the volunteers stepped forth from between the curtains.
We had drawn straws, and Dean had won first 'honors' if you could call it that. His large form stepped forward, a mask covering his face. He made his way over to Jilly, who dropped to her knees, and sucked him until he was hard. When he was ready, he nodded to her, and she lathered his cock with lube from a gallon jar beside her. He stepped behind Joanna, and stabbed his cock into her, viciously, making the wooden stand holding her in place rattle. He fucked her for several minutes, insulting her, telling her what a piece of human filth she was, slapping her ass. Eventually he pulled out.
"Fuck. Dried up shit ain't worth my time," he said. He bent Jilly over and started fucking her, while I walked out from behind the curtains.
The mask was uncomfortable, but I understood the need. I was dressed in black from head to toe, with a cutout around my cock. I walked over to Jilly, and lifted her head. She took me willingly, sucking while getting fucked by Dean. Once I was hard enough to do the job, and lubed up, I paid Joanna a visit. I stood in front of her, looking into her face.
"I wanna give you a fair chance. More than you ever gave me. See if you can put a little life into this," I said.
"Fuck you," she snapped, her voice finally returned to normal.
"Exactly," I reminded her. "Just try to do a decent job of it, you disgusting creature."
Of course I wasn't completely honest with her. I had already allowed Petra to drain me once, taking the edge off. I glanced at the counter board. Eleven minutes and twenty-three seconds, one volunteer, no ejaculations. I moved behind Joanna, and ran my cock up inside of her, making her moan. "If you ask nicely, Joanna, I'll even fuck your ass. That might be enough to get me close to coming. I'm gonna give you ten minutes. If you can get me close in that time, I'll finish in that thing you call a pussy, and your trial will be over."
I was silent while fucking her, doing my best to look bored. I saw Dean finish inside Jilly, and disappear behind the curtain. Five minutes into lifeless fucking, her body rocking, shaking the pillory, as I pounded her, she groaned. "My ass," she said.
"What was that, whore?" I asked.
"My ass, do my ass."
"Ask nicely," I reminded her.
"Please. Please use my ass."
It took me a few seconds to ram my cock home in her scrawny butt. She grunted loudly, and trembled. "Too big," she moaned.
"You'll get used to it. You'll thank me later."
I gave her the full ten minutes. Hell, according to the clock, I gave her almost fifteen. If it hadn't been for seeing Jilly waiting for me, I'd have been lucky to keep it up. I gave Joanna a smack on the butt. "Wasting my time here. Maybe one of the next ones."
Once I pulled out, the curtains moved aside and my replacement came forward. I grabbed Jilly by the hips, and slid into her warm depths. Bob and I shared her, until he was ready to move on. In a few more minutes, Jilly had won my release, and I gave her an affectionate pat on the rear. She was coming along quite nicely.
I didn't stay much longer after that. I hated the bitch, but didn't seem to be getting the enjoyment out of her use and humiliation I'd hoped for. I settled back for a while, letting Anna and Petra tend me, until I'd had enough of the show. I saw the unspoken plea for more from Petra, but it wasn't an overnighter for me. An hour later I was home with my wife, after a long, hot shower that didn't do a whole lot to wash the distaste of the evening away.
~ * ~ * ~
I got a call from Butler to check out the new website. Joanna's website had a makeover, and the stage we'd been working on was getting a workout, with Joanna, and her evil henchwomen publicly used and humiliated by masked men. I didn't get much out of it, but I imagine a lot of unhappy guys who'd been abused on stage felt a little better about things.
They had a live stream for forty-eight hours of Joanna locked in the pillory. She was used hard, and flogged regularly. There were guest visitors I didn't recognize, even masked. I wasn't sure how that was being handled, but I was staying out of this one, other than the setup. My best guess was that the team was rounding up other unhappy victims, and allowing them some payback. The last I watched of her show, she'd been in the pillory for over thirty hours, and the visitor count was over a hundred. I suspected, and later confirmed, that the newer slaves in training were being used to prime and drain the new visitors, before they had their chances with Joanna. It was well played. When the guys were done with her, some of the slave girls fitted with strapons got their turn. Apparently it was a popular show.
I stayed away for a while after that. We went back the second weekend to see how things were going. Our original girls were all over me like white on rice, and I felt an obligation to spend a little time with each of them, intimately. I got an earful about the changes, and how stupid and slow to adapt the new girls were. There was construction going on behind the house, and I found out they were putting in a big outdoor covered patio. Huge.
Changes everywhere.
Ellie insisted we take Petra to our room Friday night. It was clear she missed us, and tried to make up for lost time. We used her pretty hard, and she was happier for it. I was in a benevolent mood, so she got away with a lot, including way too much kissing.
I spent Saturday morning reacquainting myself with my favorite girls. The afternoon was spent with the new ones. I enjoyed Jilly for a while, and we talked. She hadn't quite figured out that she was home for good. I didn't know what Dean and Xavier had in mind, so I made no effort to clear things up for her. After Jilly, I decided I needed to spend some time with Joanna.
She looked rough. I didn't care. I took her to the punishment room, and it was clear she was quite familiar with it.
"How are you enjoying your new home, slave Joanna?" I asked, when I was tired of whipping her.
She hung from ceiling by her hands. She looked up at me with glazed eyes. "Hate it, _Sir_."
Still a good bit of attitude. I figured that in time, they'd clear that up. It had taken almost seven weeks to break Petra. Barely two had passed for Joanna.
I tied her up and used her. She was crying before I finished.
"Don't waste your tears. You brought this on yourself, you evil cunt."
"I just provided a service," she argued, "Sir. I never made anyone do anything. Those women volunteered their own men."
"Just a service. What a crock of shit. I remember you meeting with my wife, talking her into it."
"I... I didn't make her do anything, none of them, Sir."
She was awfully stupid, to have accomplished so much. "Let me give you a piece of advice. Accept that you were a vicious, evil cunt. Embrace it. Because you're going to be punished for it, for a very long time. The sooner you accept that, and try to make amends, the sooner the hell part of your punishment will be over."
"They'll let me go?" she asked. She quickly added 'Sir' as I glared at her.
"No. Not in your lifetime. But the daily beatings, the nights in the box, the stage rapes, they'll diminish, perhaps even stop. You'll be fed decently. Who knows, you may even get a room and clothing over time. You're obviously not stupid. So you have to decide what kind of slave you want to be? The lowliest, or a top tier pampered slave. Because no matter what else happens, you're going to be a slave."
"I... I have money, if you would help me, Sir," she said. "I know people."
"You _had_ money. You don't. We have your money. Listen, Joanna. You're not young, not like most of these slaves. You're not attractive. You're going to have to be on your best game to earn anything. Once you accept that this is your life, maybe you can improve it a bit. I know you don't believe me, but in a couple of weeks, when you're on the verge of being broken, think about what I'm saying. Give in, and be the best damn slave girl you can."
She wouldn't listen to reason, so I stopped wasting my time. I gave her another whipping, and ass-raped her sobbing body for a while. I admit, I enjoyed that. She was worthy of my hate.
Saturday night, Ellie brought a new plaything to bed. Annette joined us, and she quickly reminded us why she was the first to achieve Tier 2 status. I fell asleep with my cock in her mouth, and woke the same way. It was a delicious way to start the day. Or so she told me.
I did the rounds that day, checking on the new girls. I spent some time with my dick in Tina, finding out more, and doing what I could for her. She was appreciative. I met Lillian, the other non-man-hating, whore. She was a big girl, one of the biggest, and one of the women who would 'escort' the men to the stage. She was hired for her size and strength. She wasn't very attractive, and hadn't been used much. Let's face it, there were a lot of slaves, and only so many men. She was a surprisingly good fuck, and after lots of pleading I called Annette in, and worked with Lil on her blowjobs. She needed the help.
Afterward Annette dragged me to her room. "We need you back, Master Stu," she said. "What you did for her, only you do that. The girls need it."
"The slaves you mean?"
"The new ones aren't even decent slaves. It's going to take forever to get them shaped up. Please come back to us, sir."
"I can't. I have a life, a wife. I want to start a family."
She had managed to undress me, and was doing her best to get me hard enough for some fun. "Family's easy. Breed some of us. You can have all the kids you want."
Now that sounded truly fucked up. "I don't want that. I want a normal family, with my loving wife. A regular job. Not this insanity."
She had accomplished her mission, and I was on my back, watching her ride me. "Will Ellie be happy? I think she likes being top slave girl. Admit it, Master Stu. Isn't this fun? Don't I make you happy? Doesn't Petra? She misses you like crazy."
She nagged me through most of the fuck, until I had to tan her ass. Once it was cherry red, I had her fetch Lillian, and together they used their mouths, one extremely talented, one trying, to get me hard. It was a convenient way to shut Annette up. I let Lillian stay to watch Annette with me, so she might learn something. Annette stopped trying to convince me with words, and started using her body to charm me into staying. It was a hell of an effort, but I wasn't buying.
Still, it was a fun weekend, and Ellie and I chatted about the changes all the way home.
I found a new contract, and was fortunate that it was one that allowed me to telecommute mostly. It was tough to get back into working mode, but I seemed to be getting there by midweek. That weekend Ellie and I took a little break from everything and spent a couple of nights in the city, getting a room, eating in fancy restaurants, taking in a couple of shows. It was a time for reconnecting, and sorely needed.
The following weekend, we agreed to make another clubhouse visit. Friday evening was playtime with the originals and I'll admit it. I enjoyed it. Nicole was especially playful, and when she asked me if I didn't miss her, I had to admit I did. Having Petra in our bed again felt right, and it wasn't the wildest ever, but Ellie and I enjoyed ourselves. Petra certainly seemed to, probably more than she deserved.
Saturday I worked with the new girls, and that evening I was ambushed.
It was close to a full-house, only Bob was missing. Over dinner, I got an earful.
Dean didn't like his new role, and didn't think he could do a adequate job of it. He needed to move on anyway, his kids were about to get out of camp, and he needed to be home with them. In two months, he'd have to go back to teaching school.
They wanted me back in the house.
It was clear there was a shift of control going on. Butler, Carter and Dean presented a unified front. They were committed to the whole thing, and their thirst for revenge wasn't sated, although it seemed to be mutating. Neil was happy to use the facilities, often it appeared, but he didn't care to be involved in the planning or training. He just liked having free use of the slaves. For what he'd invested, I figure he deserved it. He'd been treated the harshest, and he'd ponied up most of the money, including providing the house. I spoke with him separately. He didn't want the worry or headaches. He wanted to come in when he felt like it, and enjoy himself. He was no longer bitter and angry, and wanted to move on. I understood where he was coming from.
Xavier was content in his role. He was always working on the place, dealing with equipment, housing repairs, new additions, and of course there was the training. During some two-on-one time - while we where DPing one of the new slaves - he confessed that the training wasn't the same with Dean. He wanted me back. He thought we made a great team. He even admitted he was wrong about Ellie, and she'd been great for the slave girls, as a role model, something to achieve, and she cooked better than most of them.
Butler, Carter and Dean ganged up on me. They wanted me to move in. Permanently. Bring Ellie with me. They had enough money—they'd somehow cleaned out Joanna's accounts—to pay me a good wage to stay there. They had ideas, big ideas, to continue to clean up the mess that Joanna had made, and even help other poor bastards who got screwed over. It was ambitious, but I knew that I wanted no part of it. It sounded too risky, with little reward. Other people's problems weren't my own. I had enough to deal with.
They practically begged me to consider their offer. They laid a guilt trip on me about being responsible for the slave girls' welfare. I'd had a big part in getting them there in the first place. They tried, but I stuck to my guns. I wanted my own life.
Sunday night once we got back home, I found out that I wasn't the only one they were pressuring. Our slave girls had been working on Ellie, apparently successfully.
"You told them no?" my wife asked, when I finished telling her about the ambush.
"Of course."
She was quiet. "You didn't want to consider it, or talk to me about it?" she finally asked.
"You made your stance clear months ago. You wanted me home. I wanted to be with you. We agreed to start a family."
She was cuddled up to me, relaxed after the loving. Sunday nights were great, after the frenzied sex of the weekend. Slow and easy loving with my wife was a nice change of pace.
"Back then I was lonely and missing you. If you took them up on the offer, we'd be together. I wouldn't have to be lonely," she said.
"You're not saying you'd be interested, are you? That's crazy!"
She was kissing my shoulder, her hand caressing my chest. "Why is it crazy?"
"Seriously? Training sex slaves for a living? You can't be happy with me having sex with a dozen different women. And what would you be doing? You know the rules."
"You're a good influence on them. The girls miss you terribly. The new girls, they're going to go through hell without you there to temper things. It doesn't bother me that you train them. I know you love only me. You've made that pretty obvious."
"What about our family?"
"What about it? If we started tonight, it would be three or four years before we'd have to worry about anything. I'd get a lot of help in the beginning. It would be a great incentive for the girls. They could see what a tier five could achieve."
"You're serious?"
"I think you should at least consider it. Do you enjoy the contracting that much? Is it more fun than breaking in a Petra or an Annette? Don't you think Lillian, Tina and Jilly deserve a chance? Don't you want to see Joanna broken right?"
Her hand was up to no good, trying to get the little head involved in the decision. She wheedled me with her little girl voice. "I wouldn't mind having one of my girls here now. I... I kind of miss Petra. I still want to try Janine for the night."
"We can do that on our visits," I reminded her.
"Just think about it baby, Ok? I wouldn't mind. I believe it could be good for us, and I know it would be good for them."
"Good for us? How?"
She was quiet. "Don't get mad, alright?"
"I'm not going to make any promises. Last time you said that to me it was a disaster."
"I'm sorry. I didn't mean to remind you of that. But it was going to come up. I love you, Stu. More than anything, but I need the excitement. It started just talking about things with Velma, and then I went crazy with that other shit. It was stupid, and hurtful, and I hate that I did that to you. I hate that I kept going back and looking at those stupid videos."
She cuddled in closer. "At the clubhouse, I get a bigger thrill than any of that. And it's always changing. I... I like being able to pick any one of them, and bring them to our bed. I like them servicing me. It drives me crazy to see them with you. I get jealous, and then crazy hot for you. I guess what I'm saying is, I love everything about it, and I love the way you and I are together. Watching Jilly get hers, lying there with our little drunken love struck pet, seeing the way you controlled yourself with Jilly, I don't know if I've ever been more excited. Maybe I'm just sick."
I pulled her close. "No, I get it. I just didn't think you'd be happy with me using all those women, whenever I wanted. Being in a place where all the women are slaves, I didn't think you'd be comfortable with it. Especially not permanently."
"But I am! It feels great to be the Senior Slave, to be able to help them. To hear you _tell_ them what to do, and then _ask_ me. I see the way the guys look at me, and I like it. They have all those girls, and they want me. I know it drives them a little crazy. You don't see it, but they flirt hard with me. They'd love to get in my panties, see how it is I can keep you, when you have all those choices. No, baby, I love everything about it."
"Am I going to have to worry about you and those guys?" I asked.
She laughed. "Hardly. I've seen them in action, remember? All of them, up close and personal. I've got the best. When I want dick, I got you. When I want something a little softer, I have a smorgasbord. No, you're stuck with me. I hope you don't plan on sharing me either. The couple of times with Bob was more than enough to tell me I prefer my threesomes to have a soft side to them."
"You don't care that Petra's in love with me?"
"I think it's cute. She's not going to steal you away from me, is she?"
"Petra!? Of course not!"
She giggled. "Which one of them, then? Annette? Jilly? Who are you going to trade me in for?"
"Are you insane? Jesus, Ellie, what's the chance of that? No, you're stuck with me."
"So let's give it a try. If we hate it, we'll bow out. I don't think we will, but nothing is written in stone."
"I still can't believe we're even considering it."
"Break Jilly for me, baby. I want that sexy bitch between my legs something fierce. Can you do that for me?"
"What about a family? What are we going to do about that?"
"I've already started. I went off the pill last week. I imagine in a couple of weeks, I'll be ripe for the plucking. Or fucking in this case. I'll let you know my good days, so you'll have to limit your playmates then. You can still boink 'em, but make sure I get your loads."
"Our jobs, our house, our friends..."
"Stop already. We quit our jobs, we sell the house. Our best friends are part of the club. I want to do this, Stu. For me? Please?"
Damn it. She had to play that card. It's what got me in this whole mess to begin with.
"If I don't like how it's going, we stop, alright?"
Ellie proved once again, none of the girls had anything on her when it came to showing appreciation.
~ * ~ * ~
When we returned to the clubhouse, I was welcomed like a returning hero by the old girls. The new ones didn't know much about me, but they'd learn.
Since we planned on staying long term, there would have to be changes. Physical changes in the property for one. Xavier and I talked about it. We made a plan to add a wing to the property for our temporary visitors, and focus on making the top floor our personal space. I needed a larger bedroom, a better bathroom, and a study, where I could still do a little work, keeping my commercially viable skills up to date.
It was ambitious, but other than training slaves, Xavier and I had little more to do. Not that the training didn't take up a significant amount of time. A discussion with Butler, Carter and Dean won us an approval and substantial budget. The wing wouldn't be fancy, not by any means. But it would house up to ten, in smallish rooms for short stays. On the other hand, the five rooms upstairs would be converted into three suites, of which I'd have the largest. Xavier claimed he didn't need a lot of space, and that was fine by me.
When Neil heard the plans, he got involved. His idea was simpler. He wanted a place of his own on the property, and it was impossible to deny him. He offered to pay for it himself. I was thinking along the lines of adding an extra room for him. He was thinking differently, and had an old house delivered to the property. We had to keep everything on the hush-hush for a few days, while his workmen did their stuff. The place looked abandoned for the better part of a week, until he was content with his new place. When he requested a long-term loan of a few of the slaves, to get the interior to his liking, we readily agreed.
I was curious about the men in the barn, but Xavier told me they'd been taken care of while Dean was there. I'm not sure what they did with them, but once I returned there was no trace of their presence remaining. I did notice that the upstairs had been closed in, and Xavier informed me we might have male visitors in the future, and he was making a space for them. Better he than me; I had a hard enough time dealing with the females.
Ellie slipped into her role as senior slave easily. She worked with the girls nearly as much as Xavier and I did, and could sometimes be even harsher than either of us. For that matter, some of the original wives took their seniority very much to heart.
Four weeks into my return, we had a good return on our investment. Fully half of Joanna's crowd were adapting well to their new circumstances, including Jilly and Tina. Joanna was still a bitch, but she'd learn. It's not like we didn't have plenty of time to show her the error of her ways. We also had three new women in the basement, more traitor wives. One of their husbands was a regular. I finally heard how Butler, Carter and Dean were recruiting more members. VIP members had full access to the basement. Phil Williams was the first. His ex was a true trophy wife, instantly one of the most attractive, giving Jilly and Nicole a run for their money. But that wasn't what got Phil his VIP membership. Phil was a doctor, an MD, and the benefit of having one of those on staff was clear to all.
Of course, with the originals, Joanna's crowd, and the latest slave wives showing up, I was busy. Not that I was complaining. It felt good to be running things downstairs again.
The first hiccup in our new plan occurred through an accidental discovery. A very upsetting discovery on my part. Ellie should have known better. I allowed her the use of my computers and tablet, and she was pretty good about not messing things up. What she wasn't aware of was the history of application use was kept on the tablet. I clean the system regularly, and saw an unexpected video player app was being used frequently. Let's just say I was disturbed that she had the video of my abuse on the tablet, and had been watching it lately.
I didn't ask for an explanation, nor did I allow her to provide one. I leashed her collar and took her downstairs.
"What's going on, Stu? Is something wrong?" she asked nervously.
I didn't respond. I was too angry. To think that she was still betraying me, taking enjoyment from my rape and humiliation. I walked faster, almost dragging her along. I passed Xavier on the main floor, and saw a smirk on his face, as I dragged Ellie along.
"Please, Stu!" she whined, stumbling along. "Why are you so angry? Talk to me, baby."
I took her to the pen, and she was tugging at the leash. "Stop it, Stu! You're scaring me," she cried.
"Master Stu, stupid slave," I growled through clenched teeth.
I had to drag her the last few feet, before I could leash her to an open ring on the floor, beside Cheryl, our newest, Dr. Phil's ex. Ellie was sobbing. I reached down and ripped the silks from her body. "Why, Stu?" she pleaded.
When the last shreds were ripped from her body, I went to the tool rack, and grabbed a rather light weight flogger. She wasn't use to any physical punishment and she was still my wife. This was a lesson, I didn't want to injure her. When I returned, Xavier was squatting in front of her. I heard him clearly.
"I knew you'd be down here one day. You're like all the rest, aren't you? Traitorous cunt!"
She looked up at me and saw the flogger. She scrambled backward to the limit of her floor leash. "No! Please! I didn't do anything!"
She was a squirmer, and took many of the blows on her sides and legs, while trying to escape her punishment. She was prone, crying hysterically before I was finished with her. She kept sobbing "Why?" like she didn't know.
"You know why," I finally said, nudging her with my foot. "When you explain to me what you did wrong, and I hear a worthy apology, I'll consider allowing you to work your way back into my good graces, slave Ellie."
"Please, Stu," she started, and I gave her a couple of quick blows of the flogger.
"How do you address your Master, stupid slave? You're Tier two now. Do you want me to bust you all the way down to Tier one?"
"No master," she mumbled piteously.
Xavier stood to the side watching. We had quite the audience, to be honest. The slaves in the pen of course, but also the ones in their rooms had a clear view, since doors weren't allowed to be closed during the day. They all were smart enough to keep their distance.
I looked over at Xavier. "Her cunt's off-limits without a condom. I'm trying to breed her." That wasn't a problem. Dr. Phil had new rules of safety in place, and the bins of condoms outside the pen made sure plenty were available. Normally they were only used on the new girls until they'd finished their testing, or while we got them on a birth prevention program. We didn't want accidents.
She looked up nervously as Xavier opened his pants. "Damn, I'm going to enjoy this," he laughed.
"Master!" she called out to me, as I left her there. "Please, Master. I'm sorry. I won't do it again. I'm sorry."
"You will be," I muttered, before grabbing Annette, and dragging her into her room. I needed to get rid of a bit of stress, and she was always good for that. I gave the new girl, Cheryl, a ride afterward, and found that Xavier hadn't tired of Ellie yet.
That night I took Diana to my room. I wasn't in the mood for Petra's fawning, or Janine's lustful acrobatics. Diana was a changed woman since she'd started hearing from her kids, and she was always appreciative, but had no interest in trying to wheedle her way into my regular rotation.
Once I'd had my fill of Diana, or better said, she'd had her fill from me a couple of times, I was able to finally relax, while she held me. It was one of the things I liked about her. No questions, no nagging, she provided physical intimacy without verbal interaction. She was a cuddler.
She didn't ask me if I wanted to talk about it, or question me about what was going on. She held me. It was what I needed at that moment. I hadn't been prepared for the latest betrayal. Maybe I'm a fool. Alright, no maybe about it. I wanted to believe the best of Ellie. I lied to myself. If I shed a few tears in self-pity, Diana would say nothing. She'd just hold me, no effort to get me excited or anything like that. She'd hold me, her presence comforting.
The next day, I waited until after breakfast to check on Ellie. The girls around her dispersed quickly, as I headed down the stairs. Xavier must have been up early, because the wife slaves were all up and about, and Ellie showed signs of being used.
I expected Petra to be all over me, but only Nicole approached me directly. "Is it alright if we take care of her, Master Stu? You never said anything."
I glared at her and she stumbled, rapidly dropping to her knees. "I'll deal with you later," I said. She knew better to speak without permission. I wasn't in the mood to allow little infractions they might otherwise get away with. I freed Ellie from her leash, and led her to the training room. She kept her eyes down, and didn't speak. I'll give her that much. Once I had her leashed to one of the overhead rings, I selected a paddle off the wall. Without speaking to her, other than to tell her to hold still a couple of times, I reddened her ass thoroughly. Then I sat down and watched her, until she stopped her crying.
She was weak. I probably should have put her through the regular training earlier, if she took a simple paddling that poorly.
"You have something you'd like to say to me, slave Ellie?"
She raised her head. "I... I'm sorry, Master Stu."
"Sorry for what?" I asked.
"For betraying your trust. For watching your video," she admitted readily.
"What else?" The truth is, I didn't know if there was anything else. It would be interesting to see if she confessed to any other misdeeds.
She looked surprised, and took a few moments to answer. "For getting you involved? For all the times I watched it before. For making a mockery of our anniversary?"
"Is that a question?"
She started crying again. "No, but I don't know what you want me to say. I know I shouldn't have watched that stupid video. I thought the rest of it was over." "Sir!" she added hastily, while I waited to see if there was anything else.
"So you've done nothing else since we've been here you think you should tell me about?" I asked.
She bit her bottom lip. "You said it was alright if I took care of them. I didn't think you'd mind if I slipped them a few Tylenol, or a couple of snacks. I... I was only trying to help. I never wanted to undermine your training. I'm sorry."
If that was the worst of it, things were better than I had started to fear. "Why do you get pleasure out of my rape and humiliation, slave Ellie? I don't understand that?"
She was slumped over, only the ropes attaching her wrists to the overhead ring kept her upright. "I don't know, St—Master Stu. I don't know."
"But you admit you do," I said.
She nodded slowly. "It excites me. I hate that it does."
Now what was I supposed to do about that? How the fuck do I get around the fact that despite my best efforts, my wife got off on seeing me abused and humiliated. "I guess it's time to see how you like it."
"Please, Master! I'm sorry! I'll never do it again. I swear I won't."
I laughed. "I know you won't. You won't get the opportunity. I'm not that stupid."
~ * ~ * ~
It took her a month to earn her way into one of the rooms. Another six weeks before I took her back to our bedroom. Of course I hadn't been alone during that time. Nor had she.
The men accepted my insistence that she not be used without a condom. I was still determined to have my child. That didn't stop them from sating their curiosity about her. I'll admit, I was a little proud to hear she was recommended for Tier III status, at the same time as Annette and Nicole.
When Bob saw Ellie chained up in the pen, I guess that loosed something inside of him. Velma spent a week down there as well. He took her home a week later. I guess I understood. They had the kids. But they came every weekend, and he would chain her up downstairs, while he enjoyed himself. I renewed her acquaintance, but it was never the same again. She didn't even make my top three anymore. She didn't lack for attention, however.
Weekends were busy, we usually had three or four members in attendance the whole weekend. We'd get regular visits during the week as well. It wasn't uncommon to have one or two visitors most nights. Xavier and I received notice before any new trainees were delivered, and we had names and pictures of any new club members. They were introducing new concepts, limited memberships. Men who were allowed access, but were not permitted downstairs. That remained pretty exclusive for quite a while, with only Dr. Phil added to the VIP list. Slaves were delivered to the new partial members, while their wives, ex-wives, or somehow significant others were broken in. Both Jilly and Joanna were popular choices to be delivered, obviously for very different reasons.
Joanna? She broke. She was on permanent scullery duty, dealing with the refuse buckets, scrubbing floors, cleaning up after trains and gangbangs. Whatever we could think of to reinforce that she was the lowest of the low.
Sending one of the slaves off to a partial member was considered punishment by our more senior slaves. Only Joanna seemed to enjoy it. I guess it was a break from her menial duties, and I understood that quite a few of our guests would use her sexually, which was more than she got from any of the full members, except for the occasional training session. I know I rarely stuck my cock in her. I mean, seriously? With all the other choices available?
I could see the pain in Ellie's eyes, when I took a preferred slave girl upstairs for the night. I'm convinced that having Petra and Annette spend the night with me didn't bother her that much. They were always good to her, and she to them. There was little jealousy between them.
I know that having Nicole bothered her, I'm not sure why, but it was plain to see. The first time I took Jilly upstairs for the night, Petra earned a beating of her own, telling me I was cruel, and that Ellie had cried all night. I wasn't too harsh with her. I knew there was a bond between them, ever since Ellie had offered herself up to reduce Petra's punishment.
Ellie's misery made me feel a little better, and I made Jilly a part of the regular rotation. She was still sexy as hell, but I preferred Petra and Annette, even Diana to be honest. But I needed Ellie to suffer a little. I'd been too damn lenient with her, and she needed to learn.
Petra was never accepted as readily as the others, by the members. Few used her, other than me. She wasn't a beauty, by any means, still too small and too scrawny. She never learned to be as talented as the others, and I got the best out of her. I could see why the members would choose elsewhere. Xavier in particular, never wasted his time with her. When I took her off birth control, she was nearly hysterical with joy, and I saw how it pained Ellie.
I felt a little bad about that. It had been nearly three months since her demotion, and I took her to bed. I kept her there three days, during the most fertile part of her cycle. After that, I kept her in the regular rotation, and bounced Jilly out. Unless I was looking for a double.
~ * ~ * ~
So that's my story so far. I turn evil traitorous women into docile sex- slaves. I don't worry about the rest of it, I let Butler, Carter and Dean deal with situations, and deliver the raw goods. Xavier and I work well together, we're getting better at it. It's not an easy job, and we've been doing a lot of research. We make mistakes, but you can't say we don't try. And so far, the results have been outstanding. We've even got a new assistant. The guy was a total wimp when we took him in. Some kind of charity work on the part of the foundation.
He'd been a reluctant cuckold, without the spine to stand up to his wife. She'd subjugated him further and further, bringing a string of lovers into their house, making him watch and even participate, to his humiliation. When he found out his wife intended to have him castrated for fun, he snapped. He fought back, weakly, and was beaten to a pulp by a couple of her lovers.
I don't know how BCD - our inside nickname for Butler, Carter and Dean - found out about him, or the full story for a while, but he was delivered to Xavier and I as our new assistant. A less likely assistant I couldn't imagine, but he was willing to do the grunt work, and whatever he was asked to do. He wasn't very good with the punishment phases, but he tried, and over time he became an asset. His wife was a pain in the ass to break, but we managed. She still had a bit of a hold over him, so we didn't allow him much contact with her, until we broke her of that habit as well.
I work with Xavier to maintain the property and expand our clubhouse. I like building things, and enjoy working with him. We've accomplished a lot already. I have a feeling the improvements will continue for quite a long time. Manolo has become a permanent 'partial' member. He moved into the visitor's wing, only about a week after his wife was delivered. He earns his keep by helping with the property, landscaping, labor, that kind of stuff. He was one of Joanna's victims, and at least once a week, he has Joanna or his wife delivered to his room. He's a hard worker, and an asset. He does what he's asked, and doesn't ask questions. He's also an impressive physical specimen, not as big as Dean, but large and solid. Scary looking. I heard BCD has put him on the payroll, and he helps with some external projects. I don't involve myself in those anymore. Too busy, and it's really not my style. Xavier, on the other hand, seems to have found an external role to his liking, and will disappear on occasion to help out with the cause.
I got two new trainees in today. One looks like a real bitch. I'm gonna love breaking her. She's got an ass on her that just won't quit. She went straight to the box to soften her up. We added music to it about a month ago. Twenty- four hours of the same damn Japanese pop song is cruel, I know, but it does the job.
I'm gonna wrap things up. Jilly probably has my wife worked up by now. If I don't show up soon, I'll catch a lot of grief. And yes, I'm a wuss. Ellie's back to Tier five, and is my regular partner. She's off the floor again, but there's certainly enough slaves downstairs to take up the slack. She hasn't gained everything back. I doubt I'll ever let her on the computers again. Broken trust is a hard thing to restore. Xavier gives me a hard time, reminding me there's no need to trust a slave.
Petra's still our favorite, but with both her and Ellie entering their third trimester, we like to have a more active partner some nights. Not that sleeping between two swollen bellies isn't fun, but sometimes we feel a little more... acrobatic.
Not tonight, however. We're keeping both tonight. Jilly's for Ellie. Petra's as horny as a three-peckered billy goat, and I guess I'm sort of responsible for that, so I'll deal with her.
But that's it. Tonight I'm not letting them talk me into playing with all three again. I mean it. That's seriously exhausting, and I need my rest.
Got a new girl to break in tomorrow, with an ass that just won't quit.
~ * ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ * ~
_This is the end of my finish for the Yo-Yo Chronicles Ch. 02. There will be more stories about Carter, Butler, Dean, and the club._ |
19,512 | Yoga Class Leads to Cum Accident | dafe1 | NonConsent/Reluctance | 2019-03-29 | 2019-03-29 | 2022-01-01 15:47:24 | 1 | literotica.com | https://www.literotica.com/s/yoga-class-leads-to-cum-accident | A day of teasing and denial culminates during a yoga class. | ['Non-Con', 'Noncon', 'Public', 'Public Humiliation', 'Ruined Orgasm'] | 4.15 | It started out as a lazy Saturday morning. My girlfriend Ali had slept over after a Friday night of clubbing which led to a very fun evening. Ali is quite the stunner when it comes to looks though she dresses in a way that neither hides her figure nor emphasizes it. She is tall and slender with dark brown shoulder length hair the notable point for me, however is her breasts. She has enormous boobs, easily a double D cup, (I'm not sure I should ask her sometime), but she never flaunts her cleavage.
'Are you excited for tonight David?' She smiled at me over her homemade cocktail. 'I can't wait to go clubbing with you and our friends.'
'Thrilled, love.' As I sipped my own drink. We were pregaming a little before our night out.
'Will you be ready to go soon or do you still need to change?'
'No I just need to finish my drink and maybe grab my jacket.'
'Oh you're going dressed like that??'
Ali had a simple plain red skirt about hemmed about 2 inches above the knee with black stockings underneath and cute black boots. This is not why I was so incredulous. For her top she was simply wearing a very thin, black turtleneck. So thin that when she stretched the material over her enormous tits it became very sheer. However, the only part that was sheer was the fabric over her breasts because they were simply that large and the Ali was a fairly petite girl otherwise. This meant that I could clearly see that she was wearing her favorite black and white polka-dot bra.
'What do you mean?' Ali seemed to genuinely not know why I was shocked
'Oh nothing really. You can dress however you want to tonight. Just know that I will be wanting to leave early so that I can get you into bed earlier.'
'OH! Well I won't mind that at all. As long as I get to dance on you a lot tonight. It is such a turn on to feel your body on me in public.'
Ali's outfit was going to drive me crazy that night, I was sure of it. That along with feeling her ass rub along the length of my dick was almost too much. The second we got home I began undressing her. Sliding her skirt off to reveal that her tights were actually crotchless made me audibly moan with lust.
'Go down on me, David' Ali breathed, 'Please.'
I obliged immediately, throwing her onto the bed and began working circles around her clit with my tongue. My hands found their way up and under her shirt to grope her tits and play with her nipples twisting and massaging them all while my face was buried in her warmth. Eventually we were just fucking each other, at some point my pants were taken off and in the heat of the moment I don't know when. I began kissing her neck and sucking on her tits while pumping in and out of her with my dick, getting closer and closer to orgasm. As I saw Ali began to moan and arch her back I knew I might also start to cum. The night had been too much, seeing her dancing and her tits swaying in front of me all night drove me wild.
'Keep going!' Ali screamed repeatedly as my dick bounced in and out of her. I could hardly contain myself until she finished. I realized at this moment that I never put on a condom so I desperately needed to pull out and shoot my load all over her gorgeous milky white tits.
'Please Ali, I'm gonna cum' I moaned through ragged breathes. I pulled out of her warmth expecting her to grab my dick and finish me off with a handjob.
'I don't want you to cum' Ali smirked slyly. And with that she rolled onto her side.
'What?' I gasped. I couldn't believe it. I was teetering on the edge of orgasm, even the slightest breeze would send me over.
'I said I don't want you to cum. In the morning though. I promise.'
After letting myself calm down ever so slightly I collapsed onto my side of the bed.
'Spoon me.'
'I can't Ali, you've got me far too worked up for that. It'll just lead to more sex and frustration for me.'
'Oh you think you are frustrated now?' And with that Ali nestled her ass into my crotch.
I was helpless. I couldn't bring myself to pull away. It felt too magical to feel her ass gently putting pressure on my still rock hard dick.
'I like you between my legs'
'I do t-'
My words were cut short as Ali pulled my dick between her thighs and clamped down. I guess this is what she meant. I could still feel her warm pussy on my dick as I was trapped in a sexual and torturous bliss. And that was how I slept. Rock hard between the legs of my girlfriend. Saying slept seems like a stretch though since I could barely fall asleep due to all the stimulation to my cock.
'Good morning David, I brought you a coffee. I couldn't seem to get you up out of bed even though other parts of you were clearly already up.' She smiled but as I looked down she was clearly correct. Morning wood has nothing on how I felt today.
'Will you help me out then or what? You did promise!'
'You're right. You're right. Sorry about that last night, but you know how I am.'
I smiled as I sipped my coffee 'Sorry for being so short. I'm just a little frustrated which I think is understandable'
Ali began massaging my dick, gently at first with one hand as I still drank in the warm coffee and early morning sunlight. She slowly stroked her fingers up and down the length of my throbbing dick eventually grabbing hold with her entire hand while the other moved its way carefully up to my balls. She began to pick up the pace, which forced me to put down my coffee and instead grasp at her body. My hands found their way to her ass as she kneeled at my side. Ali had put on a white tank top this morning as she went to fix the coffee along with a new pair of panties. White was my favorite color on her and any woman. Especially if they are braless. I think seeing just the hint of nipple lets my imagination run wild.
I was getting close to finishing. It all happened very quickly this morning. Perhaps because of my lack of release last night.
"Oh my god Ali, Keep going. Please"
-Beep- -Beep- -Beep-
"Oh shoot! Our yoga lesson David! How could we forget!" Ali scrambled to turn off her alarm. Completely forgetting what her hands had been doing moments before. "We are going to be late!"
I groaned in response. Yoga was the last thing on my mind right now. I simply wanted to drench Ali's beautiful face in cum.
"I can't go to yoga like this Ali! I'll get an erection and everyone will think I'm a perv."
"Pleaseee David, you promised me you would come to yoga with me one day."
"And you promised I could cum."
"You will! Only after." Ali smiled slyly.
I begrudgingly got ready for yoga. Praying that I would be able to hold it together while we were there. I'd never been before so I didn't really know what to expect. I just put on my usual gym outfit of athletic shorts and a t-shirt. Ali dressed herself in a tight white tank top over a Calvin Klein styled cloth bra that really didn't help restrain her enormous breasts at all along with small black spanx.
"Ok but no teasing me while we are here." I said as we got out of the car.
"Of course I won't tease you here David. I'm serious about yoga. Why do you think I stopped mid handjob for this? It's not because I'm pure evil."
"It sure seems that way." I mentioned as we opened the door to the studio.
There was about 7 other people not including the instructor all of whom were female.
"Uh oh" I thought to myself as I noticed many of these beautiful women were wearing white t-shirts and flimsy bras. Nothing quite as sporty as Ali. This was going to be harder than I thought. I desperately looked to Ali, hoping that she might change her mind and we could go home and resolve my need to cum but she paid no mind to me as she unrolled her yoga mat, choosing a spot for the two of us right up front.
"There's only other women here Ali! I'm going to look like such a pervert if I get an erection!" I whispered as I too began to unroll my mat.
Ali hushed me while stifling a giggle as our yoga instructor, Katy, walked in. Katy's outfit was all black, this meant black leggings and a black form fitting athletic top which is relevant to my embarrassing experience. Not the clothes themselves itself, just the color. Otherwise Katy was not entirely notable. She was athletic, which can be expected from a yoga instructor, and pretty. She like Ali was a brunette but very unlike Ali she had average sized breasts.
"Let's begin everyone!" Katy said with a smile. "First we will do a simple downward facing dog."
Katy tried to soothe everyone with a calming voice and relaxing music. Typical yoga stuff but there was no way in hell I was relaxing after the night I had. Ali seemed perfectly at peace on the other hand. I handled the first position fine both physically and in terms of not becoming visibly erect.
"Next we will hold a bridge pose and I'll be walking around to help your form"
This is where things began to get awkward. See during the downward facing dog, Ali's boobs had slipped out the top of her bra. No big deal because they didn't come out of her shirt at all so they were still covered by fabric. Now moving in to the bridge position her nipples came on full display. As I got into my bridge I looked over and IMMEDIATLEY regretted doing so.
You know how in the Grinch movie his heart grows 3 times that day and breaks that machine? I swear the same kind of thing happened with my dick. I was instantly hard. In an attempt to avoid embarrassment, I didn't arch my back so much and did more of a "crab" position.
Katy did not like this at all.
"Excuse me, are you having trouble with this pose?" Katy paused at my side, "Let me help you."
Katy bent over me and placed her hand under my back trying to get me into an arch, but I refused to budge. There was no way I was putting my boner on display with her face a mere 2 feet from my crotch.
"It seems you might need some extra help, why don't you join me at the front on my mat and we will do the next pose together?"
"Great" I muttered.
All those years of random awkward boners in high school prepped me for this moment though, as I got up from my mat I swiftly tucked my dick up under my waistband. Now I'd just have to focus a bit and it would go away. Naturally, I didn't dare look at Ali again but it seemed she got herself readjusted at some point after noticing her nip slip. I think it happens to her frequently so she is pretty good at catching them.
"Ok class the next thing we will do is move from a neutral kneeling position to camel pose several times. And here to demonstrate with me is...?"
"David" I said, since Katy and I had not been introduced yet.
"Ok David so what we are going to do is a camel pose but facing each other so I can see if you need my help."
Here is where it all went wrong. Let me first describe the camel pose. It is a simple pose where you are kneeling on the ground and then arch backwards to grab your heels while trying to keep your thighs vertical to the ground. Basically, just arch backwards and grab your heels with your hands. Sometimes to ensure your thighs are straight up and down you will pose against a wall. Katy wanted to be the wall in this case.
So we began by sitting on our heels with our knees touching. From there we grabbed our heels and essentially thrusted our hips towards each other.
"Class, let's move from neutral to camel position ten times. I will call it out each time so just keep pace with me."
"One!" Katy and I thrust our hips towards each other and I noticed an all too familiar sensation. At the top of each thrust, when Katy and I met in the middle, her pussy came crashing into my balls.
I let out an audible gasp. I loved being slapped lightly in the balls. Ali would do exactly this if she wanted to get me to cum quickly. My eyes widened as I realized how difficult it would be to get my boner to go away.
"Two!"
I moaned silently in pleasure.
"Three!"
I could feel Katy reposition her hips as we posed. Massaging my balls and cock ever so slightly.
"Four!"
After the fourth I looked down at myself and saw a small wet spot growing on my t-shirt where precum began to leak.
"Five!"
I let out a shocked gasp. Katy seemed to get much more into the pose so my balls were met with more force than before.
"Six!"
Again, with the extra enthusiasm! This was becoming unbearable as I began to feel an ache in my crotch.
"Seven!"
That's when I began to feel a stirring deep in my balls.
"Eight!"
I looked around desperately trying to meet Ali's eye and somehow let her know that we had to leave. Instead all I saw was a room full of beautiful women whose breasts were straining against their shirts pointed directly at my face.
"Nine!"
"Fuck it." I thought to myself, worst thing is I cum on my own chest/inside of my shirt and I take a break for the rest of the session. Clean up in the restroom and leave with Ali after.
"Ten!"
I couldn't hold it back anymore. That last thrust into my balls sent me past the point of no return. I closed my eyes and prayed for it to be over soon. I felt the familiar waves of pleasure begin to run through my body but they stopped short. I felt the first spurt of cum shoot out of my cock as I held back a moan of agony. I was desperate for more stimulation but none was coming and I certainly couldn't reach down to pleasure myself. I conceded to the inevitable and let my orgasm get ruined in front of this class full of sexy women, including my girlfriend. The second spurt of cum made me audibly groan. I needed stimulation and there was nothing I could do. I counted the ropes of cum as they left my dick. By the end of it all I had counted ten ropes of cum. One for each time Katy slammed her warm pussy into my aching balls and dick. Somehow that seemed appropriate to me. I screamed internally in agony but the orgasm seemed to continue forever, partly due to the 24 hour long tease session put on by Ali and partly because there was no way to enjoy the sensations. I held that pose until my orgasm began to die down and hoped that the cum didn't soak through my shirt. In the meantime I heard several gasps from the class.
"What the hell?!"
Hearing this brought me back to reality, and I looked down in horror from my camel pose. During the last reach for my heels, my shirt had come up from covering the first half of my cock which was still tucked under my waistband. My cock was twitching ever so slightly, exposed in front of a room full of women with cum coating the shaft. To my horror I realized that I had not been cumming on myself or the inside of my shirt at all but onto Katy's black outfit which highlighted the amount of jizz I had just released. The streaks of cum were shot perfectly along Katy's shirt with quite a bit pooling at the rim of her pants and dripping onto her mat. I gazed in awe at the distance I had covered shooting all the up her chest and into her cleavage.
"Someone grab me a towel!" Katy yelled.
Ali immediately jumped up as if to help but instead grabbed me and rushed me out of the studio. I apologized profusely to Ali on our run back to the car. Ali seemed to be laughing about it however, she clearly didn't understand my embarrassment.
"I am so sorry Dave, that must have been awful."
"Yeah it wasn't my proudest moment."
"Looked like it felt good though. That was a lot of cum."
"Actually, it was frustrating. I'm just as turned on now as I was before. I didn't get any satisfaction out of that."
"You didn't? That's too bad, good thing we are going home."
"This might be weird to say but seeing you cock spurting cum helplessly in front of a room full of woman really turned me on."
"Don't even think about it Ali."
"I want to do it again. I want to ruin your orgasms in public."
"How would that even work?"
Ali laughed.
"Is there a nude beach around here?" |
19,513 | Yoga | StoryTeller07 | NonConsent/Reluctance | 2009-03-27 | 2009-12-14 | 2022-01-01 15:47:21 | 3 | literotica.com | https://www.literotica.com/s/yoga | 1. Lorain is accidentally trapped. 2. Lorain is carted away. 3. Lorain gives in after all she has little choice. | ['Anal', 'Older Woman', 'Oral', 'Orgasm', 'Ravishment', 'Student', 'Submit', 'Wanton Lust', 'Widow', 'Young Man'] | 4.27 | Lorain was attempting, yet again, what was for her an impossible yoga position. With both ankles wrapped around the neck she slipped. The success was short lived as she slowly rolled backwards trapping both arms under her legs. She was trapped in place by her own weight. In this indelicate position she would remain until someone came to the rescue and she knew exactly who that would be.
It was going to be the young man whose apartment she had been sharing for the last couple of weeks. Her neighbour's son Peter was just eighteen and rented an apartment while at university. It happened to be close to head office where Lorain had to attend a course for a few weeks. Peters mother had persuaded him to give her the spare room.
Knowing his father was the type to organise everyone around him she assumed, correctly, he would try the same. It was his apartment yet she had made it quit clear from the first day she wasn't going to let him lay down the rules. After all she was a mature experienced woman, almost twice his age and he had only just turned eighteen. It would have been better to get to know him, been friendlier toward him, considering this vulnerable spot she was in.
The position was embarrassing enough only she had taken off the leotard to gain some extra freedom of movement. With everything not only exposed but spread out as though on offer the position was humiliating. For an attractive woman to be naked and helpless was dangerous. She knew men preferred large breasts but she did have shapely long legs, smooth skin, and long blond hair. In short, men found her very attractive.
Lorain wondered how he would react finding her like this. Would he discreetly undo her like a knot in a piece of string or take advantage of this pathetic helplessness. She must relax. She tried to roll over onto one side to get free only her elbows prevented it. It was no use whatever she tried the position was impossible to escape from.
With her legs wrapped around her neck she presented an indelicate picture, sure to be a temptation to Peter and she was powerless to stop him taking advantage. With a close up view between her legs she was pathetically aware of a physical reaction provoked by these lewd thoughts. The sight of swelling lips reacting so strongly to her imagination was both strange and fascinating. Unused to a close up of her sexuality it was strangely upsetting and stimulating.
***
"Hi! Are you in?" Peter shouted. Lorain remained silent trying to bring her thoughts under control. She listened to him singing in the shower summoning the courage to call for help. He was obviously unaware anyone was home. He probably thought she had caught an early train home for the weekend. She had better shout to him when he came out of the shower or would be left here all evening, for he was sure to be going out on a Friday night. Waiting for him to discover her prolonged the torment though it did give her more time to regain some control.
Straight out of the shower he walked into the lounge wearing a towel dripping water onto the carpet. "Oh!" He exclaimed. "Shall I come back when you're finished?" He asked. Not making a move or looking away he stood directly above her enjoying the sight of a naked woman splayed on the floor.
Embarrassed, she just managed to squeak out a reply. "No. Don't go. I need help. Please. Just undo my ankles." She said, trying to sound calm and failing.
Her tone had always been rather imperious with him up until now. The tone now held a conciliatory note, understandably, considering the circumstances. Peter couldn't help being amused at her predicament. He knew she practised yoga but this was amazing. He kneeled down to take a closer look. "How long have you been stuck like this?" He asked.
The amusement on his face was clear to see and most unsettling. "Since four. I came home early." She murmured. It was disconcerting to be speaking to him face to face with a swelling vagina between them. He crawled around behind her examining the tangle of limbs.
"I guess it's going to be painful to move either your hands or feet." He said.
She wished he would just get on with it not wanting to prolong the dreadful seconds that seemed to stretch out. She squashed the thought of stretching out.
He crawled round to face her again obviously enjoying this unexpected power. Reaching over her head she felt his fingers tracing her limbs as though he were figuring what to do only she knew he was delaying things. In horror she watched the towel swing open enveloping her in its folds as it flopped down either side of her rolled up body. It was like being trapped in a tent.
Right before her was the tent pole. In the gloom she couldn't help seeing this swollen penis pointing at her. 'No! Keep that damn thing away.' She thought. It was already hard and throbbing seeming to stretch out toward her. When he moved forward reaching over her head to massage her feet the penis moved in.
In fear she watched it skim above the lips of her pussy stopping just short of her mouth. When she breathed out it throbbed in response. Trying to breath through her nose did no good as her breath still tickled it. She almost licked her dry lips but realised in time, she would have licked the tip of his cock. It was that close.
When he moved back she watched his penis bob downward where it slapped her pussy. She gasped as though in pain.
"Sorry did I pull your feet the wrong way?" He asked.
"No it was." She began, but stopped herself in time. It was difficult to think straight but she managed to steady her racing thoughts enough to realise he knew exactly what he had done. His teasing of her was deplorable yet there was nothing she could do about it. She would just have to suffer this indignity until he had finished amusing himself.
Staring her in the face, this time much closer, he sniffed. It was only too obvious what was happening to her under his gaze. She was visibly swelling while giving off a musky odour with a clear message about her state of excitement. While they both looked on, her crotch began to glisten with her juices exuding from a growing openness. She couldn't move her head away from the explicit spectacle nor could she close her eyes while he too looked on at the enthralling exhibition of a grand opening.
Feeling the faint touch of his breath upon her thighs was exciting enough but then he blew upon her opening eliciting a feeble whimper. "You seem to be hot. I'll cool you down." He said.
It had the opposite effect. She screwed up her face with every blow he served, beginning to pant in time with it. She watched a finger an inch or two from her nose gently stroke one of her lips.
He blew there as though attempting to put out a forest fire with a garden hose. It was petrol not water he doused her with. Her fire grew in intensity. "Oh! Please. Stop it! You mustn't. What would your mother say?" She pleaded.
She watched his lips close upon hers. It was a barely perceptible touch. A flicker of tongue stroked one lip then the other. She whimpered. She tried to recover her voice to tell him off. The thought was there to say, 'Stop licking my pussy you naughty boy.' The absurdity of the words dried them in her throat. All that emerged was a guttural moan.
She wanted to close her eyes tight shut. To hide from all that was happening an inch or two before them. His mouth opened wide and encompassed her pussy. He sucked hard drawing everything into his mouth. It felt as though she were being turned inside out. Pleasure zones she never knew existed erupted inward travelling through her body outward to the tips of her toes, her fingertips, and nipples. The top of her brain seemed to fizz as though her hair was on fire.
He pressed down hard for his tongue to delve and explore inside. She whimpered freely, crying out unashamedly. Her body needed to thrash about reacting to a deep orgasm only she was trapped, and so instead it trembled. The fit racked her body for what seemed an age while she desperately clung on as though riding a bicycle across coble stones at speed.
When she at last opened her eyes he was looking down at her grinning mischievously. She watched the head of his cock glide toward her mouth then drop back to her pussy lips. "No! Please. Don't do that. You'll make me pregnant." With such a close view of her privacy she couldn't tell him it was the wrong time of month so perhaps something else might stop him. "I'm so fertile the least drop will make me pregnant. Please don't do that to me. You don't want the responsibility of a child do you?" She pleaded.
"Your right. Why take a chance when there are other opportunities." He grinned.
His cock loomed large in her face so much bigger from this perspective it was daunting. The head of his cock touched her lips.
"Open wide." He mischievously chided then chuckled mischievously.
This was not something she had been used to but there seemed little choice. She flicked it with her tongue trying to keep it from penetrating too deep hoping he might come quickly. With this thought she began sucking and licking even nibbling and flicking the eye of his cock. "No! You're choking me." She spluttered when it hit the back of her throat.
"You bit me!" He said, looking bemused. "Don't you know what to do?" He asked.
She tried to shake her head but not even that was possible. "Sorry!" She whimpered, almost meaning it. His cock looked ready to explode. He had given her such a marvellous orgasm she now felt guilty. How could she be angry with him after that? But now it must stop she couldn't go on. She was almost his mother's age, what would people say if they were found out. What would his mother say!
Had he at last gone to get something to free her? She hoped he wasn't looking for condoms. She knew he hadn't a girl friend at the moment but that didn't mean he didn't keep some for an emergency. She should help him out perhaps let him. "No!" This had gone far enough. 'It had been nice after so long.' She thought, and a rosy glow seemed to shadow the room. She had been a lonely widow for too long.
A little voice was nagging at her asking if it really made much difference after what just happened. No, she must not let those feelings influence her; she had to stop him now before he took her completely.
Watching him enter the room without his dressing gown was interesting. His erect penis bobbed up and down with each stride. Looking up at him it seemed to be enormous. She could see everything from down here. His bottom looked so delicious. 'Stop it!' She told herself.
He began to massage her limbs with oil and all she could do was purr in contentment. When was he going to free her? Her bottom was stretched out wide before him and as his hands pressed oil into her thighs and cheeks she opened her eyes. A finger pressed at her little puckered hole. "No! Stop that. Please!" She said trying to sound like a mature adult. The tone of voice was instead pleading.
"Just relax." He told her. "It will feel OK if you relax."
A finger slipped in with a thumb slithering over her bud. In and out the finger worked into her bottom while the thumb pressed upon her most sensitive spot. She had never ever let anyone play with her bottom only now it was impossible to stop him. This was different from furtive gestures during foreplay. With her legs so widely spread he had complete access to her and was able to see what he was doing only too well.
It didn't take long for her breathing to gain momentum. In rhythm with those unrelenting fingers her breaths poured out with pitiful sighs. For a moment she thought it a spiteful torment when he kept changing position and timing, when all she wanted was a steady stroke for a badly needed orgasm. Another one!
The involuntary sounds were a bodily reaction, not under her control at all, but directed by those blessed fingers. For a moment she thought there was a tune to it then tried to dismiss the humiliating thought. He was keeping her on the edge, keeping control of her body. Through befuddled thoughts it became clear what he was doing to her. A firmer press upon her bud followed a deeper penetration of her anus with a finger. A penetration of her vagina then a massage of both lips followed. All of it was in a steady rhythm. Each movement elicited a different sound from her mouth or throat.
The damn boy was playing her body like some exotic musical instrument. He was using her sex to play some damn nursery rhyme. The disgrace brought anger. It also hammered home the hopelessness of her position bringing with it an uncharacteristic humility. At last she gave in and came. If she hadn't been wrapped up into a tight ball her body would have collapsed in a heap on the floor. Instead she let out a long low howl.
"My turn I think." Peter told her quietly.
Still in the throes of ecstasy she distantly watched a penis bounce over her lips slapping at the well-worked opening, nudge her nose, and then slide back as he positioned himself. On his knees he steadied his hardened cock with one hand, ready to penetrate her bottom. The battlefield was a few inches square where all her treasures were being fought for and taken one by one.
Before she could cry out in fear there was a loud banging on the door. A below from university friends invaded the little scene of action between them.
Peter jumped up and shouted down the hallway. "Wait. I'm not ready yet."
He pulled the sofa away from the wall, manoeuvred the towel under her and dragged her behind it. They wouldn't wait much longer if the sound of raucous voices were anything to go by. Either the door would give way or they would lurch on to the next drinking hole.
Pulling on a pair of jeans he opened the door for them to fall in. "I just need a shirt then we're off." He told them.
"We started before you so you've a lot to catch up on Pete." One of his drunken palls belched.
'Bugger!' He thought, 'I'll have to get them out of here and lose them in town.' "Don't you worry I'll soon down a few."
Lorain screwed up her eyes in panic. One rampant young man was enough. If those drunken fools sniffed her out: what then? She dare not think what might happen. Crushed behind the sofa it was impossible to move let alone escape from the knot her body was in. What ever happened to her was in the hands of Peter. 'Damn those hands! Those wonderful hands.' She thought. Their raucous laughter sounded loud and close leaving her feeling frightened and vulnerable. She lay squashed in a ball trying to hold her breath, not daring to make a sound.
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19,514 | You and Me | MrRager | NonConsent/Reluctance | 2015-04-29 | 2015-04-29 | 2022-01-01 15:47:28 | 1 | literotica.com | https://www.literotica.com/s/you-and-me-20 | A day of relaxation turns into a day of exhaustion. | ['Anal', 'Female Pov', 'Forced', 'Hard', 'Rough', 'Second Person Pov', 'Spanking', 'Squirt', 'Tied'] | 4.06 | _This is a story written in second person. My goal in this story is to let your imagination do most of the writing. There aren't many specifics and not much dialogue. I truly want your mind to make this story everything it can be. If one reader loves this story, then there will be a part 2. Hope you enjoy. Don't forget to breathe._
So there you are, standing in your kitchen. It's a warm day and there is a nice breeze throughout your living space. It's a weekend and you are in the process of making yourself some lunch. You're wearing comfortable clothes. A white tank top and some short gym shorts. You didn't even bother to put on any type of underwear today. You wanted to spend the day reading or maybe netflixing. You just needed a day to yourself. Unexpectedly, this day turned out to be one of the most memorable days of your life.
You grab your plate you made your lunch on and turn to walk back to your living room. That's when you see me. I'm standing in your kitchen, just watching you. You gasp as you see me and drop your plate. You don't know if you have ever seen me before, but I do look familiar. I'm wearing a nice pair of jeans with a grey button up shirt. You stare in fear at a stranger in your home. Although you are terrified, you can't help but lust. I'm the most attractive man you have ever seen in your life. You know this just from the second long stare.
Without saying a word I walk over to you. You are frozen in shock and fear. I get within inches of you as you begin to breathe heavily. I lean down to you and exhale directly on your neck. You shiver in fear and excitement. All of the sudden you realize what is happening and come to your senses. A stranger is in your home inches away from you. What are you doing? You need to get away.
Without realizing my hand has made its way onto your back.Your first instinct is to just escape the situation. You attempt to make a run for it, but you only make it a millimeter and then my hand grabs your hair. I pull back with an intense force. You're now looking directly at the ceiling as I have your head tilted all the way back. You frantically try to escape. You hit me anywhere you can as you wave your hands panically around trying to grab me. I put my hand directly on your neck and begin to choke you. I lift you up by the neck and carry you through your kitchen. You keep trying to grab me, but I'm just out of the reach of your arms. All you can do is scratch at my hand and arm trying to break free.
I carry you over to the nearest table and forcefully sit your ass right up against it. Within seconds my hand is off your throat and you are turned around. I force you to bend over the table. The left side of your face is pushed against the surface. My hand is on the back of your neck forcing you down. Your breasts are tight against the table as well as your stomach. The table ends right at your belly button and your ass is sticking out from the table with your feet planted on the ground. A couple more seconds pass as I get directly behind you. You can feel my growing member pushing up against your ass as I grab both of your arms and put them behind your back. Your wrists are crossed as I pull out a zip tie from my back pocket.
Just like that you are now handcuffed while firmly bent across your table. I instantly reach for your shorts and attempt to pull them down but you start to kick at me. I then reach my hand back and spank you hard. You let out a loud yell. Before you inhale I spank you again. No sound comes out as your mouth is just hanging open. I keep spanking you at an intense rate. Your body pushing forward with every strike. It seems like a good 12 or 15 slaps to your ass before I stop. I attempt to pull your shorts down again, but you still insist to try and fight me off. You hear me grunt in displeasure as I wrap my right leg around yours holding them tightly together. My left hand still on your back pushing you down to the table. You have your head lifted trying to look back at me. I reach into my pocket with my right hand and pull out a knife. An instant fear for your life sets in as I flip out the blade.
You attempt to wiggle free but it's no use. I run the blade down against the side of your pelvis. The blade slides between your skin and your shorts. It cuts through them like butter. This is now done to both sides of your shorts as they are only hanging on by the force of your legs. I flip the blade back in and put the knife back into my pocket. I release your legs and then yank on your separated shorts. They pull off right into my hand. Your bare ass and exposed pussy are just hanging off the end of the table. You begin to yell at me to stop, almost begging. I then instantly grab your shorts and reach them around your face. Once again my growing cock is forced up against your pussy and ass. This time it feels much larger than before. The crotch of your cut shorts is directly over your mouth. I pull tightly on both ends forcing the area of the shorts between your teeth, while forcing your mouth open. I tie the cut ends tightly around the back of your head. Your favorite pair of gym shorts are now wrapped around your head acting as a very efficient gag.
You can no longer yell. It is almost as like everything you do is countered perfectly. Now I start to spank you again. Harder than last time. You are moaning through the gag as I continue hitting your ass over and over. Then I stop as you try and catch your breath. Your ass now has a pinkish tint to it and I can tell your will to keep fighting has been broken. I release my hand from your back and you are no longer forced down onto the table. You stay right where you are. You don't dare to move. I reach both of my hands down to your exposed ass cheeks and I spread them with good force. You lean your head up to try and see what I am doing. You see me staring down at your tight asshole and semi spread pussy. I'm almost within inches and you can feel my breath right on your sex.
I'm looking over you in a way that seems odd to you. It's almost as if I am inspecting you. I release your ass cheeks and get down on my knees. I spread your legs apart and wrap my hands around your thighs. I then stick my tongue directly into your vagina. You feel me swirling my tongue around. It feels good as I lick up and down your pussy. You were already wet from the spanking, which of course turned you on. Now you can feel me adding to your arousal. I spend a good 5 minutes eating you out. When I stop you sigh in disappointment. I then spank your ass once but hard. You can tell that didn't please me. I step back from you but you stay where you are. Moving has never really been an option for you.
You hear me unzipping and removing my pants. You desperately try and look back but you can't see over your own ass. The next thing you know I'm moving closer to you and you feel the head of my penis pushing directly up against your soaking wet vagina. Without any warning, the head of my cock starts its way inside you. It feels so big to you, but without any visual you are just left to your imagination. My head forces its way inside you. You gasp in pleasure as you feel my cock making its way through the depths of your pussy. Before you can even comprehend the situation I am fucking you at a decent pace. You are feeling pure pleasure as my penis hits your back wall over and over again. Within minutes you are brought to orgasm.
You expect me to stop, but I keep going. I continue fucking your pussy for what seems like an eternity. You cum over and over again, so many times you lose count. And then, just like it started, without warning I pull out. I reach up and grab your hair, pulling you back towards me. I lower the gag from your mouth and you hear my voice for the first time.
"Do you have any lube?" I ask in a gentle but stern voice.
You nod and respond by saying it is in your bedroom. I order you to stay right where you are and you nod in agreement. No thoughts seem to rush through your mind as you wait for my return. All you can feel is your dripping and throbbing pussy.
A short time passes and I am now back behind you. I slip the gym short gag back into your mouth. I open the bottle of lube and squeeze some out right onto your asshole. I rub the lube around with my finger before inserting my finger into your tight little hole. You let out a faint moan as you feel it moving all around inside you. Then it is pulled out. The next thing you feel is the head of my cock now resting against your tightest hole. There was nothing gentle about what happened next.
You take a few short breaths and then I ram my cock directly inside your ass. You moan louder than you ever have. My massive cock now fully inside you. You begin to feel it slide in and out. You have never felt anything quite this good. You are in a constant state of moaning as I fuck you faster and faster. You feel an orgasm building and instantly you cum. This time you squirt all over my legs and your floor. I keep going, but now at a rougher and yet faster pace. There aren't any breaks in your orgasms now. You are constantly cuming and squirting. This is without a doubt the most incredible sexual experience of your life and all you feel is pure pleasure. Your eyes begin to roll as you can't possibly endure this anymore. You haven't had a good breath in so long and your pussy is all out of juice to squirt. Then you feel me go in deeper than I ever have. You hear me moan as I release my entire load into your asshole.
I slow down my breathing as you slow down yours. I pull all the way out. You hear me go back and grab my pants as I put them back on. You lay motionless on the table. You have been fucked way past the point of exhaustion. You are almost paralyzed.
I pull you up to a standing position by your hair. I ask you if you are okay and you nod to me. I then remove the gag from your mouth and you finally get a good clean breath. I then ask you a question that will change your life forever.
"Are you ready for what comes next?"
Without any hesitation you respond with a quiet yes.
"Yes what?" I demand.
"Yes sir." You reply.
A rag covers your nose and mouth. Your eyes start to shut and then... darkness. |
19,515 | You Are What You Are | MeanDickGreen | NonConsent/Reluctance | 2011-12-28 | 2014-02-03 | 2022-01-01 15:47:29 | 6 | literotica.com | https://www.literotica.com/s/you-are-what-you-are | 1. Wife is taken by rich man to be his own. 2. Wife is taken by rich man to be his own. 3. Wife is taken by rich man to be his own. 4. Wife is taken by rich man to be his own. 5. Wife is taken by rich man to be his own. 6. Wife is taken by rich man to be his own. | ['Blowjob', 'Humiliation', 'Love', 'Spanking', 'Wife'] | 4.33 | You are what you are. That's just the way it is. There's no changing it, there's no fixing it and there's no escape.
We all put on an act for the rest of the world, of course, and that usually gets us by, but the best of times are those when what we are really works, and right now, as I glared down at her and saw the fear in her eyes... I was having a very good time indeed.
It had been easy to get in. Her husband had been all too happy to give up the garage opener.
"He's a fucking idiot and he's kind of got a gambling problem," my buddy Sammy had sarcastically informed me on the phone with giddy delight, "We're into him for a solid hundred G's plus we got him on tape with Gracie. Ernie roughed him up a bit, stripped him down and squeezed his balls, gave him the treatment. Gets em every time. He couldn't give it up fast enough, old lady and all."
There's another immutable fact of nature... There's no accounting for taste. You like what you like and, as always, Sammy had my number.
"She's fucking perfect," he gloated, knowing he was going to soak me for some serious cash, "Just what you always wanted, blond, petite and cute as hell. She used to be a gymnast, championship caliber in fact, till her boobs got too big, and get this... She's a PK married to a preacher. I'd bet a sawbuck she's only had the one stick in her whole life and all he's got is a twig. Doesn't get any better than that."
He was right of course, Sammy always did know his stuff and I was almost salivating just looking at her, but I had a job to do first. I had worn black just because it was more intimidating and I could have brandished a knife, but that would have been cheating, not that I would have minded, but in this case I didn't need to.
All I needed was to be myself, plus I was twice her size. She didn't stand a chance and she knew it, but she gave it a try anyway.
"Who are you!" she barked, halfheartedly, as she turned around from in front of the kitchen sink and saw me standing there.
"Jason Michael Wheeler," I gladly informed her, throwing her off guard and scaring her even more before delivering another little blow, "and you are Molly Blankenship."
"What do you want?" she asked, her head now spinning furiously, trying to figure out what to do.
"You know what I want," I answered, confirming her worst fears with my eyes as much as with my words.
"You'd better get out of here," she tried, for the last time.
"You know that's not going to happen and you need to be careful about your attitude," I informed her menacingly, although inwardly I was having to hide my enjoyment.
Now not knowing what to do, she was like the proverbial deer in the headlights as I walked around the center food preparation table and approached until I towered over her.
Slowly reaching out and taking a fistful of her hair, which she kept in a cute little pixie cut, also much to my liking, I bent her head back slightly, leaned close to her face and gained her final submission.
"Do we understand each other, Molly?"
Nodding her head slightly in assent, I wasn't satisfied and took it a step further.
"Say it!" I whispered.
"Yes, I understand," she answered, looking into my eyes as I held her there for a long moment before letting go.
"Good!" I cheerfully replied, again throwing her off, "Get you purse and your car keys, we're going for a ride."
"In case you're wondering, we're going to my place," I informed her after we were out of the house and on the road with me behind the wheel, "I believe we have until tomorrow evening late before your husband comes home. By the way, this car of yours is a real clunker, you deserve better. We're going to have to do something about that."
Not asking any questions, I could see she was thinking about ways in which she might facilitate an escape or draw someone's attention to her plight, but once again my confident and casual attitude made her think the better of it and we rode the rest of the way in silence, not speaking again until I had taken her into my house and carefully set all the alarms.
"Drink?" I asked casually, leaving her to look around as she pleased while I busied myself at the wet bar.
"I don't drink," she coldly and sarcastically informed me, but gave in when I offered her a soda instead, "You're ever so kind."
Her fear only somewhat subsided, I took a seat in my favorite chair and watched her as she walked about the room looking at the pictures and so forth for a while, knowing she was looking for clues and information and a possible escape route, but I wasn't worried.
I had all the bases covered. She was mine now. Her life as she had known it was over, she just didn't know it yet.
Waiting until she had satisfied her curiosity and finally returned to stand in front of me, I treated her to act two of her personal little drama.
"Alright, let's get to it, take off your clothes," I ordered, already almost beside myself with lust, but, nevertheless, fully in control and determined to extend my enjoyment to the fullest extent and in every detail, "all of them."
Knowing she had no choice and realizing simply by my demeanor that it would be even worse if she protested, she slowly and silently began to comply as my hormones inwardly raged.
Folding her clothes and neatly placing them on the arm of a nearby chair in order to delay as much as possible, she paused slightly as she was finally left with nothing on except her bra and panties, but looking into my eyes and receiving no reprieve, she slowly removed them as well, being very careful to cover herself as best she could all along the way with her hands.
"Put your arms down," I ordered, when she was done, "Let me get a look at you."
Waiting as a long moment passed in which she couldn't quite bring herself to do as I wished, I gave her a little bit of my special brand of encouragement.
"Look, I warned you before about making mistakes. Besides, I told you, come tomorrow night you're going to be safely tucked away in that cozy little home of yours, safe and sound and no worse for wear. Now do it."
Watching her eyes grow moist as she fought the urge to cry, I was enjoying myself immensely as she slowly lowered her arms and afforded me the spectacle of her total nudity, and once again I couldn't believe my good fortune.
I had to hand it to Sammy. She WAS perfect. It was easy to see why she had been good at gymnastics. She wasn't exactly a fireplug, but she was head to toe solid, which, as I said before, was much to my taste, and the rest of the package had me practically salivating as well.
Jutting out proudly from her chest, her boobs were of the classic teardrop shape and were adorned by the most perfectly round and perfectly centered areola's I had ever seen and her nipples were thick and long and pointed straight out.
Her beaver was thick and hid her pussy, but it didn't matter, I would take care of that immediately.
"The bathroom is down the hall, you'll find what you need to shave your pussy and don't dally, if I have to come get you, you'll be sorry.
Mixing myself a drink at the wet bar and feeding my lust with a couple of good shots of whiskey, I was pleased to learn she had heeded my warning and had accomplished her task forthwith, but I was more than amazed when she once again stood naked before me.
Without a doubt she had the biggest pussy I had ever seen, but also the most beautiful, again depending on what you like.
Her outer labia were at least three sizes too big for her and completely obscured her clit and inner lips, extending well out and well down between her legs, leaving only the crack between them which formed the cutest dimple where it met her robust and well defined pubis.
"Turn around, let me look at you," I ordered, forcing her to do so several times, first to simply enjoy her horror at having to exhibit herself , but even more than that, I wanted some time to simply marvel at her last, but not least important feature.
Not only did she have beautiful tits and more pussy than you could cover with your hand, without a doubt she had the perkiest most well rounded ass that the human genome is capable of producing... and I couldn't wait any longer to put a paddle to it.
"Come on," I ordered, rising from my chair and putting one hand on her shoulder.
Escorting her through a nearby door and into another room, she immediately reacted just as I knew she would and flew into a full-fledged panic as she saw the hideous device in front of her.
Having formerly been a weight lifting machine, I had carefully modified it to fit my needs and now, to my delight and Molly's great dread, it was going to serve a quite different purpose.
Consisting of three simple horizontal bars, one for her ankles and one for her waist, there was also a third horizontal bar higher up and slightly forward for her wrists.
Both the ankle and waist bars were well padded while the high bar was bare, but the already attached leather wrist and ankle cuffs as well as the ping pong paddle hanging by a simple hook from the center of the high bar left no doubt about what was going to happen.
"NO! Please!" she cried desperately after she had figured it out and quickly tried to bolt, forcing me to once again grab her by the hair of her head and propel her briskly up against the waist bar and, in spite of her best efforts, I quickly had both her ankles and wrists securely fastened in place.
Now taking my time as she continued to plead, I carefully went about the most enjoyable business of adjusting her position to my complete satisfaction.
First moving the sliding cuff fasteners outward until both her ankles and wrists were at shoulder width, I then carefully adjusted the positions of all three bars with some hand cranks I had engineered myself, finally positioning her exactly as I wanted.
Stretched tight with her feet well off the floor and her body bent only slightly over at the waist, she was hanging by her wrists, with the waist bar only serving to push her bottom out a ways... all the better to serve my purpose.
"No! No! No! Please!!" she continued to plead, much to my delight, as I finally removed the ping pong paddle from the high bar and prepared to use it, "No! Please! I'll do whatever you want! Please!"
Paying no attention to her cries for mercy, I took another long moment to admire the magnificent view of her pussy looming large between her legs before setting a small egg timer I had bought especially for the occasion to five minutes and went to work.
Administering only to her right buttock and with only enough force to sting, I adopted my favorite method of moderately paced strokes in perfect rhythm. I wanted her to know exactly when the next blow was coming and not be able to do anything about it, thereby greatly increasing her sense of helplessness.
Eliciting a yelp with each blow from the very first, within two minutes she was crying and begging, as much from the shock of it all as from the pain, but by the time the five minutes were up she was bawling and begging plenty so I had to give her about another ten minutes before she settled back down.
I did however, carefully hang the ping pong paddle back on its little hook so she would be well aware of it.
Her grace period over and seeing me once again retrieve the paddle, she also once again began to plead for mercy, but had to endure another five minutes of stinging pain as I informed her that what was good enough for one buttock was also good enough for the other.
Now having to give her a full quarter hour to recover, I used the time to enjoy the sight and sounds of her squirming and bawling from behind... and what a behind it was, its fresh bright rose color only enhancing my enjoyment. I also took great delight in another few minutes to enjoy the show her big pussy put on from behind as it so closely resembled another set of buttocks below the first one.
I also resolved to one day take a paddle to it as well, but that would have to wait.
Satisfied she was ready to get some more, I was once more treated to her pleas for mercy, but there was going to be none of that and as quickly as I had ruined her whole day, I just as quickly began to change her whole life.
Using the same rhythm as before, I now made every blow a profoundly painful experience and her bawling and begging quickly transformed into absolute howling and abject pleas for mercy that, of course, also went thoroughly unheeded.
Unable to do anything more than squirm due to being so tightly stretched across the waist bar, the only release available to her was to lift her head and scream and howl and twist her feet and wring her hands and all of that she did in abundance.
Applying the paddle to every part of her bottom several times over, I enjoyed myself immensely, but the most exquisite part of all was when I took special care to concentrate on the most sensitive area where her cheeks met the top of her thighs, and it was during those times that her desperate howls filled the room with their piteousness and brought me a huge amount of pleasure.
Over and over again she howled and screamed and cried until she was exhausted, but even then the pain drove her to keep on doing so continuously for almost ten minutes until finally the inevitable happened and she was broken.
Restoring the paddle to its hook, I resumed my chair and enjoyed her misery for the next three quarters of an hour until she had once more settled down to the continuous whimpering and soft crying stage, whereupon I retrieved the paddle and promptly went back to work.
"No! No! No! Please! Please no! No more, Please! I'll do whatever you want. Really I will. Anything! Anything at all!" she begged and pleaded, but there was to be no reprieve as I had one more thing I wanted to accomplish.
"Of course you will," I calmly agreed with her, but I want more than that. I want enthusiasm. We are going to be very intimate, you and I, and I want to know that's what you want more than anything else in the world."
"I do! I will! I do! I do! I want to!!" she began begging, but by then I was already behind her and giving it to her as hard as ever.
Continuing on for another ten minutes until I knew the time was right, I finally hung the paddle up for the last time and gave her a full hour to recover and contemplate her situation before once again approaching her directly from the front for the first time.
Placing my hand on her cheek to comfort her, I was both pleased and gratified as she eagerly began kissing my hand and then, desperate for my approval, began licking my palm. Pushing forward with her head and turning it about however appropriate as I held it up for her, I let her continue licking my hand for a few moments before finally sticking my middle finger in her mouth.
Now as eagerly as ever, she immediately wrapped her lips around my finger and began stroking and licking it until her imagination kicked in a little more and she added sucking to her licking and stroking, all the while looking into my eyes, signaling her desire to please me.
"You're going to suck my dick," I informed her.
"Ummm Hummm! Ummmm! Ummm Hummm!" she eagerly agreed, now stroking and sucking even more vigorously.
"Have you ever sucked a dick before, and don't lie?" I inquired.
"Ummm Ummm!" she responded, almost in a squeal, afraid I wouldn't like her negative answer.
"But you're going to learn," I said.
"Ummm Hummm! Ummmm! Ummm Hummm!" she desperately agreed, also nodding her head as much as she was able while still administering to my finger.
"You're going to be the best cock sucker in town."
"Ummmmm! Ummmm Hummmm!"
Reaching forward with my free hand, I began fondling each breast in turn for a few moments as I went through a list of things.
"Theses tits belong to me now."
"Ummm Hummm! Ummm! Ummm Humm!"
"Your pussy belongs to me."
"Ummmmmmm! Ummmm Hummmm! Ummmm!"
"You're going to fuck like a little bunny."
"Ummmmm! Ummmmm! Hummmmm! Ummmmmm!"
"You're going fuck like a shameless little bunny."
"Ummmmmmm! Ummmm! Hummm! Ummmmmmmm!"
Finally removing my finger from her mouth I leaned even closer for my grand finally.
"From now on, you're going to exactly as I tell you to do and you're going to make my happiness the most important thing in your life."
"Yes! Yes! I will! I will! Everything! Exactly! I swear!" she responded, nodding her head emphatically as she did so, "Everything! Whatever you want! I swear!"
As I said before, the best of times are those when what you are really works for you, but there's also a little secret to it, you have to know when to not go too far.
I had broken her, but only to an extent, just enough to get what I wanted for now. The rest of what I wanted depended on her not being completely broken. That wouldn't be any fun whatsoever.
"Good," I offered, as we stared into each others eyes, "and listen to me now, Molly. If need be, there is always plenty more where that came from."
Receiving an involuntarily whimper as her response, I could see the gratitude in her eyes as I began turning the crank to release her from the machine and shortly thereafter I escorted her back into the living room, eager to get on with it. I was going to fuck her but good, but I was going to fuck with her first.
"I'm sure you saw the hot tub when you went to the bathroom," I pointed with my chin as I busied myself at the wet bar once again, "The water is going to be nice and cool. Go ahead and get in. It'll make you feel better, I'll be there in a minute."
Gratified to see her turn and head down the hall without protest, I went about the business of selecting a fruity wine suitable for a non-drinker and filled a bucket with ice for the little "getting to know each other" party we were going to have and then sat back in my easy chair to give both her and the wine time to chill.
I was certainly looking forward to getting my big dick into that big beautiful pussy of hers, but I knew that was going to have to wait for a little bit.
"Go ahead and drink it," I offered, as I joined her in the hot tub a few minutes later and handed her a glass of wine, "It's not really drinking if it's medicinal. Go ahead and drink it down, It'll make you feel better."
Taking the glass without comment, she surprised me by finishing off the wine in only a few big gulps and didn't hesitate when I refilled it.
"You know, I think you're just about the prettiest girl I've ever seen," I offered, after giving her a few moments to settle in.
"Thanks," she responded politely, but I could tell it was only out of her obligation to keep me happy.
"No, really," I insisted, now getting her to really look at me for the first time since we had gotten in the tub, "I mean it. I think you are an incredibly attractive and desirable woman."
"Is that why you're doing this?" she asked, challenging me, but I could tell she genuinely appreciated the comment, even though she tried to hide it.
"Yes," I answered, truthfully, "I couldn't help myself."
"Do you always just take what you want?" she asked.
"No, not always," I answered, "just the things I don't feel I can do without, things I can be passionate about."
"So I am just another one of your things?" she asked, now getting bolder and also scolding me, but I didn't mind as I knew she was also fishing for a compliment, something I realized she seemed to need.
"Don't get smart," I warned, "but it's a legitimate question, so I will answer it. Of course you are not a thing. You are what you are and I am what I am, and what I think you are is exquisite. I think everything about you is beautiful, the kind of beauty that comes from within, the kind of beauty that is an essence, if you will."
"You're teasing me," she declared, backing down, but still holding a little of her own ground, "You don't even know me. We've never even met before."
"No, we haven't," I confirmed, before proceeding with a big lie, "but I've been admiring you from afar for a long time."
"What do you mean?" she asked, "I don't recall ever seeing you before."
"Every Thursday night you and your husband eat at Mario's, seven o'clock sharp, always at the same table," I continued, having done enough of my homework to spin a good yarn, "I just happened to see you there once and I couldn't help myself, I kept going back. I kept hoping I would get to meet you, to talk to you, to steal you away, but I knew it was never going to happen by chance, that I had to make it happen, so I have."
"So you were captivated by my beauty?" she asked, now openly teasing me.
"Absolutely, totally," I answered.
"Evidently you don't feel that way about my bush," she quipped, making me happy because I knew I was getting to her.
"Touché," I offered with a smile, happy to let her feel good about herself... to my own ends, of course, and then quickly capitalized on the opportunity after giving her a long moment to enjoy it, "So, did you go to college? Of course you did, I can tell. What did you study?"
"Anthropology," she answered.
"Well, do tell, cultural, physical, classical, forensic?... no not forensic... I'm going with cultural," I ventured.
"Cultural AND physical," she responded, finishing off the last of the second glass of wine I had poured for her and not objecting as I again filled her glass.
"No kidding!" I now eagerly began to engage her, "So what racial group has the most spherical cranial index?"
"Too easy," she quickly responded, "The Mayan Indians have the roundest heads in the world, and the Inca the largest chest cavities."
"Hummm!" I continued, "Well, then, Miss Smarty Pants.... "
Using the next three quarters of an hour to not only genuinely enjoy her company, but also to fully engage her and make sure she enjoyed mine, I played the situation out to its logical conclusion before moving things along.
"Well, I think we've had enough wine," I declared, extending my hand and leading her to the shower.
Taking my time, and giving the wine enough time to do its work, not to mention the half of a sleeping pill I had slipped her, I carefully washed her hair, gave her a nice scalp massage and lovingly lathered her body with my hands.
I had also, of course, taken some time as I did so to treat myself to some more time staring at her big bare pussy, but the best part was when I caught her more than once taking a good look at my dick, with a mixture of both fear and fascination.
Waiting until it was her turn to lather me up and she had finally worked her way down to my package, I broached the subject and was pleased with the results.
"Am I bigger than your husband?" I asked as she cautiously went about the simple task.
"Yes... lot's" she managed, in what I knew was a plea for mercy.
"Don't worry, Molly," I assured her, it'll fit and I'll make sure it doesn't hurt.
"Thanks," she offered, sincerely.
"Have you only been with one man, Molly?" I asked.
"A proper lady doesn't discuss such things," she teasingly informed me, the wine and pill now doing as much talking as she was.
"And so she shouldn't," I agreed, as I let her finish before leading her back down the hall and into my bedroom, all the while grateful I had been able to control myself, thereby, at least for now, making the prize that much sweeter when the time came.
Telling her to make herself comfortable on the bed while I attended to a few things, I left the room for a few minutes to prepare my extensive audio/visual system and upon my return found her fast asleep, just as I knew she would be. She'd had a rough morning and I wanted her fresh for the wonderful evening I had planned for myself.
Making a quick call to Sammy to confirm he was well on the way to having every room in her house completely wired for both audio and video, I then grabbed the remote, turned on the three big wide-screens on the wall and once again began to re-live and enjoy the morning.
I had four cameras just in the weight room and I thoroughly enjoyed the replay of Molly's paddling from the front and sides as I hadn't been able to do while actually doing it.
I especially enjoyed watching her muscles as she strained mightily against her restraints, and the bouncing of her boobs, but most of all, of course, I enjoyed the sight of her lifting her head to the ceiling and howling her head off.
Finishing off the video, I returned to the bedroom a few minutes before I knew she would be waking up and spent some more enjoyable time just watching her sleep.
Taking my time, I made a careful inspection of her every naked feature, her big bare pussy and her full breasts and big nipples. It was wonderful and she was wonderful, from her head down to her pretty little feet and toes. She was perfect, but what was even more perfect was that she was mine, or would be. I was going to see to that.
Opening her eyes to find me casually sitting in my chair, she slowly drew herself up against the headboard in an unconscious attempt to retreat from what she knew was coming, but she didn't have to as I offered her another little surprise.
Reaching for the remote, I turned on the big wide-screen and displayed the first of a simple set of line drawings of nude women.
"I want you to pose for me," I informed her, "and be sure to give me your prettiest smile."
Using the drawings as her guide as I flashed them on the screen one at a time, none of the positions were overtly sexual, but each one did display her tits and pussy, thus making it difficult for her to put on a happy face, but with some coaching and encouragement from me she managed to give me what I wanted without having to resort to any threats.
"Alright, now grab one of those pillows and come over here," I ordered after I had shed all my clothes and sat down again in my big chair, "I think you know what to do."
Knowing indeed what she had to do, she placed the pillow on the floor between my legs and used to it protect her knees as she knelt down, her face only inches from my dick.
"Okay, get it in there," I ordered, watching with delight as she gingerly used her thumb and first finger to guide my dick into her mouth before suffering her first rebuke, "Go on, you can get more than that in there, put your hands down on your thighs and be still, just hold it in your mouth for now."
Giving her no respite, I had to struggle mightily to control myself as I enjoyed her most profound embarrassment of the evening.
"Look at me," I ordered and watched with pleasure as the discomfort swept over her at having to look up into my eyes, her mouth full of my big dick and her rather full lips wrapped around it.
"There, that's not so bad," I encouraged her, producing my next weapon of humiliation from the little lamp stand drawer next to my chair and began gently combing her hair as she gazed up at me, horrified and helpless.
Taking the next ten minutes to amuse and enjoy myself at her expense I busied myself running the big comb through her hair, all the while treating her to her fate in the form of my instructions as to the treat she was going to give me.
"I like to have my dick sucked," I informed her, "I like it a lot, so you might as well get used to it. And I already told you I expect quality, right?
"Ummm, hummm," she murmured, softly, after I informed her that her little head nod wasn't sufficient.
"Good, now pull off a little until my just the head is in your mouth and start sucking, not too hard, but not too easy either," I instructed, before delivering the most awful news yet, "Now, whenever I tap you on the shoulder or in some other way signal to you I'm about to come, you're going to start sucking just like that until I'm finished and then you're going to swallow it. Do you understand?"
"Ummm, hummm," she murmured again, as the color drained out of her face for a long moment before she recovered herself.
"Good, now you can start the main course, just pretend it's a popsicle and that you love popsicle's. Use your imagination and don't be lazy," I ordered, watching with delight as she began slowly, but then picked up the pace until she was soon doing a very credible job.
Enjoying myself immensely, I let her spend the next fifteen minutes bobbing up and down on my dick until I felt she'd had enough and gently motioned her to the bed for the main course.
"Once again being gentle, I politely maneuvered her onto her hands and knee's and was promptly rewarded with the sight of her big beautiful pussy staring back at me from between her legs.
It was a beautiful sight and I had to work hard to keep from ramming her right them, but managed to restrain myself.
"Don't worry," I assured her, but still issued a caveat, "I'm not going to hurt you, but I don't want any complaining either. You're just going to get a good fucking, that's all."
Wanting her to experience the sensation of my dick filling her to the fullest, I availed myself of some lubricant from my little drawer, dabbed a little on and received my most enjoyable moment of the evening as I placed my hands on her shoulders to hold her in place and presented her with the whole enchilada in one easy stroke.
It was then that I realized that whatever Sammy was charging me, it was a bargain. I had been with a lot of women in my time, but I had never known any woman to put up such a fuss about anything.
"It's only nine inches, well, okay, a thick nine inches," I laughed to myself, but you would have thought it was the end of the world as she promptly went about grunting and squealing and moaning and groaning like, well, okay, I'm just going to say it, like a stuck pig.
Taking it easy, I simply massaged her pussy and gave her slow strokes for awhile, but it didn't seem to make any difference in the volume or frequency of her protestations, even though I could tell she was trying her best to be quiet.
I wanted to really put it to her, of course, but first I wanted her to get it slow, with no distractions. I wanted her to be fully aware and have plenty of time to contemplate the entirety of what was happening to her.
Taking most of the next five minutes to slowly build up steam, I finally began giving it to her at a moderate pace as she matched my intensity with the volume of her cries, but as the minutes went by I realized that her protestations were slowly transforming themselves into cries of pleasure and that's when I really went to work.
Paying close attention and using her louder and louder cries as my measure, I used the next ten minutes to maximize every move in the service of her pleasure.
Changing my pace as required to keep her on the edge, I was thrilled as she finally let go and began moving as best she could to get the best of what I was giving her.
Sometimes pushing back into me and sometimes moving her fine little ass back and forth, her loud cries were better than any music anyone ever made until she finally arched her back, lifted her head and gave it up with a loud howl and long groan.
Waiting until she settled down, I just stayed inside her until I knew she was once again fully cognizant before giving her the coup de gras.
Utilizing all my willpower and control, it only took me less that a minute of easy stroking before I finally sank my dick in as far as it would go and gave her my full load in such a way that there could be no doubt in her mind as to what had just happened and that our relationship had been fully consummated.
"There, that wasn't so bad, was it?" I commented, a big grin on my face, as we both collapsed back down on the bed along side each other.
"Ass hole," she responded.
"Yes I am," I laughed, as I pushed myself up to a sitting position, my back against the big leather headboard, "and how does that fit into an anthropological paradigm? "
"Very funny," she growled, but the tone in her voice brought me a great deal of satisfaction as I could tell she wasn't nearly as pissed off as she could have been.
Settling back down along side her, I propped myself up on one elbow and again began working another aspect of my magic.
It was all part of the plan, of course, but the most enjoyable plans are those that work and the rest of the evening went well as I gave her my best shot, ordering out for gourmet Chinese and sweet talking her every chance I got until she finally warmed up and had a reasonably good time in spite of her resentment at what I had just done to her.
I also knew that in the back of her mind she was furiously thinking about what her future held and how she was going to handle everything, but, as always, I was three steps ahead of her.
Not taking any more liberties for the rest of the evening, we simply went to sleep and got a good nights rest and I even fed her breakfast in bed before we went for a nice dip in my indoor pool, but afterward it was back to business as I once again led her to the bedroom.
The night before had just been the preliminary, of course, and now I was determined to give her a fucking she would never forget, but it also turned into an afternoon I would never forget.
In spite of everything that could have gotten in the way, and certainly in spite of her desire not to do so, it was clear she wanted more. Easily falling into whatever position I put her in, she soon let go of any pretentions and responded eagerly to everything I gave her. To tell the truth, I fucked the holy hell out of her, but she was the only one who had anything left when it was over.
It wasn't that she liked me, of course, she didn't. For the most part she even hated me, but she certainly liked the sex. It was easy to tell her old man hadn't been much and now she was getting much and she definitely more than liked it. She loved it.
"So much the better," I thought to myself, "That has to work in my favor sooner or later.
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"My husband will be home in a couple of hours," she informed me, after we had showered, dressed and finished another call-in dinner and I had used the time to again sweet talk her as much as possible.
"I know, you should be off pretty soon, but first I want to tell you what happens from here," I responded, "I have some big plans for us, plans I hope you will like."
"I suppose you plan to rape me again," she responded, coldly, finding some left over courage, which I reminded myself I had purposely left her.
"And I suppose you've already forgotten how I feel about attitude," I came back, not letting her get totally away with it.
"I haven't forgotten," she answered, but the tone of her voice clearly indicated her reluctant retreat.
"Your husband preaches every Wednesday night in Holdenville," I continued, "He leaves early Wednesday morning and doesn't return until late Thursday night. That means every Wednesday morning early you are going to come over here and we are going to spend that time together."
"What makes you think I'm going to do that?" she asked, defiantly.
"Well, for one thing, this," I replied, reaching for the remote and turning on the video of her and I together having sex, "and for another, if I took you once, I can take you again. And next time I might not be so nice."
"Now, there are a few other things," I continued, changing the view on the big screen to one which caused a visible shock wave to spread across her face, "As you can see, this is the inside of your house, I have every room covered, except for the bathroom, of course, since I'm not a pervert and all."
"My house!" she exclaimed, "You're going to watch me at home... why?"
"Two reasons," I replied calmly, "The first is I like to watch you go naked and the other is so that I can make sure you don't have sex with your husband."
"But if I don't have sex with him, he will leave me!" she exclaimed again, now almost in a panic.
"No, he won't," I replied, again very calmly, "because whenever he wants' to have sex you're going to suck his dick, and I better see that going on at least two times during the week and two more times on the weekends."
"But, he will want to have sex too!" she pleaded.
"Tell him you can't, because you have an infection," I informed her, and that's why you're pussy is shaved and you have to always go naked from the waist down. You need the circulation or whatever. Tell him whatever you care to, but that's the way it's going to be and don't try to sneak into the bathroom to have sex either. If I ever see the two of you go in there together I will assume you have disobeyed my instructions."
"I have to go naked from the waist down?" she exclaimed again, almost crying.
"Yes, all the time, and I better not catch you with any hair on your pussy either, not even stubble, or you'll regret it."
Now crying, she looked about the room, completely unable to look at me until I spoke once again commanding her attention.
"There are some other things," I continued, but was relieved that she had already composed herself somewhat by her reply.
"I can't wait," she responded, as she wiped the tears from her eyes and cheeks with one hand.
"Take this envelope," I instructed, handing it to her, "It has some addresses in it of places I want you to go and things I want you to do. The first thing is to go to the 'Auto Multiplex' and ask for a salesman named Armando.
Pick yourself out a car. Anything they have on the lot you can have. If they don't have one you like, you can special order it. If they sell it, you can have it. Don't worry about the money, that's taken care of.
Next, every Tuesday and Friday morning at nine you will go to The Apollo Gym and ask for a guy named Nick, he will be your personal trainer. You are going to start working out."
"I don't have the money for that either," she protested.
"You won't need any," I informed her, "You will have to pay for the sessions, of course, but I'm sure you and Nick can work something out."
"How will I explain all this to my husband?" she asked.
"Tell him you got a job," I answered.
"But I don't have a job," she protested again.
"Yes, you do," I informed her again, "On Monday morning I want you to pay a visit to Jean Paul at his artist's school in Glenville. You're going to be a nude model. You'll be getting a hundred bucks an hour, so you'll have plenty of spending money. I don't care how much you work, as long as it's at least three hours a week."
"A nude model!" she exclaimed, "I can't go naked in front of a bunch of people! I can't! What if someone at the church found out!"
"It's fifty miles away and very exclusive," I assured her, "No one will know."
"Is that all?" she asked, trying to hide both her anguish and her anger.
"No," I continued, "You have an open account at Mai's. They can do your hair and nails and all. They also do waxing, so you might prefer that to shaving and there's also an address in there to a fine women's fashion boutique. I want you to buy three or four evening dresses with the proper accessories. They know you're coming so you can just charge it to me."
"I'm not going to do any of this," she informed me, finally openly defiant.
"Yes, you will," I calmly responded.
"I won't, you'll see," she insisted.
"Yes, we'll see," I answered, as I finally escorted her to the door and presented her with her car keys, "See you next Wednesday."
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19,516 | You Be The Judge | Ashson | NonConsent/Reluctance | 2013-05-26 | 2013-05-26 | 2022-01-01 15:47:35 | 1 | literotica.com | https://www.literotica.com/s/you-be-the-judge-1 | A young woman is asked to judge a contest between two men. | ['Contest', 'Judge', 'Tan Lines'] | 4.28 | "All I want is a little privacy so I can work on my tan without any tan- lines," Heather groused to herself. Well hardly any, she would have admitted, as she'd kept the bottom half of her bathers on. One never knew who might wander past, after all.
Heather was young and exuberant, wanting to greet summer with a decent tan, and this late spring day had seemed perfect for it. She'd shot down to the beach, finding it practically deserted, probably due to the fact that it was the middle of the week. If it hadn't been for that car driving through the front of the shop, she'd be working too, instead of having a couple of days off while the mess was sorted out. Paid leave, too, as her boss was charging the idiot driver's insurance company.
Wandering around, Heather had found a nicely secluded spot, grassy rather than sandy, which suited her down to the ground. She'd stripped down to her bather bottoms, spread her towel, and laid down to accept the sun.
Now there was this interruption. She could hear some people approaching, and it sounded as though they were going to pass nearby. Hastily donning her bather's top, she settled back down to wait for the intruders to pass by.
A few moments later a couple of men strolled into view. They were youngish, about her age, nineteen or twenty, not bad looking, seeming reasonably fit. They'd obviously been swimming as they were both still damp. They were also arguing between themselves, both apparently certain that they were the superior in whatever the subject was.
Heather preened slightly as the two young men passed, knowing they were throwing appreciative glances her way. They'd passed her and were heading elsewhere when one of them suddenly stopped, at the same time throwing a glance back at Heather while arresting his mate's progress.
"Instead of arguing about this, why don't we get an impartial opinion?" said the man who had initially stopped, jerking her head in Heather's direction.
"What, from her?" asked the second.
"Why not from her? Do you see anyone else around?"
The second man seemed to be looking around, while nodding his head.
"You've got a point. There is no-one else around. I guess we can get her to be the judge."
The two men retraced their steps, approaching Heather who was watching them, curious as to what the little exchange had been about.
"Hi, I'm Alex," said one. "This is James. Jimmy to his friends."
Heather nodded to them. "Alex, James. I'm Heather."
"Make it Jimmy," said the second man. "We were hoping you could settle a little argument for us."
"Um, I guess that depends on what it's about," temporised Heather. "I may not be any sort of judge."
"Oh, don't worry about that. You'll be the perfect judge," Alex told her. "You see, Jimmy and I have completely different love making styles, so it seems to us that if we both make love to you, you'll be able to judge which one of us was better."
Heather blinked. "He has to be kidding!" she thought, shocked.
"Ah, no, I don't think I'm willing to judge that sort of contest," she told Alex, wondering if she should start running. The way they were now standing over her, she wondered if she'd be able to.
"Don't be difficult," said Jimmy. "There's no-one else around we can ask, so it'll have to be you. You're not a virgin, are you?"
"That's irrelevant," snapped Heather. "I just have no interest in having either of you make love to me, let alone both."
"Don't be an idiot, Jimmy," Alex drawled. "Of course she'd not a virgin. As soon as I mentioned making love to her she looked right at our groins to see what we were offering. She's just playing hard to get. She'll do it."
"The hell I will," snapped Heather. "I suggest the pair of you get moving before I start screaming."
"Scream away," suggest Alex. "In case you weren't listening properly, we just said there's no-one else around. Just us. Aren't you lucky?"
Before Heather's shocked eyes Alex dropped his shorts, at which Jimmy laughed and followed suit. The pair of them were now towering over her, naked and erect and ready for their little contest.
"I'm first," said Alex, "as it was my idea. Help me strip her."
Both men dropped to their knees, reaching for Heather. Jimmy grabbed her arms and pulled them over her head, holding them there, while Alex quickly stripped off her bathing costume, pulling the bottoms down and off, them pushing the top up off her breasts and then over her head. With a laugh, Jimmy grabbed the top and pulled it along her arms and off, tossing it to the side.
While Jimmy continued to hold Heather's arms above her head, Alex knelt next to her, a hand firmly placed on her stomach to stop her thrashing about and his other hand on her mouth to stop her squealing and yelling.
"Now listen," Alex told her. "You know what we're going to do. If you fight and struggle, it won't make any difference to us, but you might get hurt. You'll find it a lot easier if you just relax and let it happen. I will admit it will make it easier for us as well, but we'll still have you, fighting or not. Now are you going to be sensible?"
Furious, Heather had to admit to his logic. There was no way she could stop these two oafs. All she could do was lie there and let them have their fun. With a bit of luck it would be over fast. She turned her head away, refusing to answer, but Alex could sense her resignation.
Alex eased Heather's legs apart. To her surprise, and apparent to Jimmy's as well, Alex didn't immediately start to take her. Instead, he rubbed her lips gently, stroking along them, teasing her pussy.
"What are you doing, man," asked Jimmy. "Scared of putting yourself to the test?"
"Be reasonable, Jimmy," returned Alex. "She's a bit nervous and not ready. I'm just turning on the engine before we start to race it."
Jimmy laughed, while Heather swore. For all of the crudeness of Alex's comment, she could feel herself reacting to those gentle touches, heat igniting deep inside her. Moisture was already forming inside her, she knew, lubricating her, preparing her for the ordeal to come.
Alex continued his gentle playing, occasionally dipping a finger between her lips, as if trying to gauge her readiness. She squirmed when his fingers brushed against her clitoris, sending little bolts of excitement deep into her.
Finally Alex seemed satisfied, moving to kneel between Heather's thighs. She waited tensely for his invasion, biting her lip when she felt him easing her lips apart and positioning the tip of his cock between them.
She waited for a sudden lunge and a violent intrusion, but it failed to come. Instead a soft and steady pressure came, and she found her flesh moving smoothly aside as Alex came into her, moving gently and carefully. Slowly, he descended, easing his way into her. Heather found herself gasping with each little advance, expecting at any moment to be overwhelmed by force, but finding herself succumbing to a gentle invasion, her body giving way willingly.
Heather finally found herself lying there with Alex lying on top of her and his cock filling her. It had happened so gently and gradually she could hardly believe it was so. The feel of the cock inside her, filling her, assured her it was, as did that terrible feeling of excitement that was now emanating from deep inside her.
Now, she thought, he will start to hammer me. Bracing herself she resumed her waiting. Alex was laughing at her, she could see, and then she could feel him moving. Slowly, damn him, drawing back out of her and then again sinking slowly into her.
Wanting to lie quiescent and just wait them out, Heather was both embarrassed and furious to find her hips starting to move against Alex, seeking a greater satisfaction. If pressed, she would have had to admit that his gentle ravishment of her senses was driving her wild. She found herself wanting to beg, to plead with him to go harder, faster. Resolutely she bit her tongue, preferring to suffer this slow torture rather than concede defeat.
Alex was well aware of what he was doing to Heather, and thoroughly enjoying the doing thereof. He could feel Heather pushing up to meet him as he slid slowly into her, hearing her muffled groans as she writhed under his administrations.
The prolonged torment within was not to be denied. Slowly but surely Heather was being driven towards a climax. She found herself writhing and pushing against Alex, desperate for relief. She almost sobbed when she felt Alex start to move faster, knowing that he was heading towards his own climax, but also knowing that hers was now coming.
Then Alex was driving hard into her and Heather screamed as her climax came rushing through her. She groaned as she felt Alex spilling within her, but even her anger couldn't stop her body from clamping around his cock and holding it, milking it.
Heather lay there gasping in shock and the aftermath of her orgasm, feeling Alex rolling off her with a satisfied grunt.
She lay there watching Alex stand, and saw Jimmy was now moving down to take his turn. She groaned and watched as Jimmy settled between her thighs.
Jimmy moved her lips apart and eased his cock up to them. He caught her eye, grinned and gave her a wink. Then he drove into her, full and deep with one savage thrust, immediately filling her with his cock while she screamed in surprise.
Then the pounding that she'd initially expected began, Jimmy pulling back and slamming back into her hard and fast. Heather could hear herself squealing and gasping, her body frantically trying to come to terms with this new assault. Then they were finally moving in unison, Heather's hips thrusting up in a desperate match to Jimmy's relentless downward driving.
Heather didn't need to wonder if Jimmy was going to build up speed. He was going full pace right from the outset, and all she could do was hang on and wait for the ride to finish. Her body had been softened up by Alex's slow assault, leaving it willing to yield helplessly to Jimmy and his driving need.
Her excitement level rising rapidly, Heather found herself climaxing again almost before she realised she was going to. Her screaming and twisting about under him didn't faze Jimmy in any way. He wasn't ready to climax yet, so he continued on his way, taking his full enjoyment.
Gasping from her climax, Heather found herself trying to match Jimmy's rhythm again, quickly adjusting and meeting his cock's insistent demands.
Heather could hear herself steadily cursing these two maniacs while her body danced to their tune. Impossibly, Jimmy seemed to be driving in even harder and faster, and then he was flooding her, spreading his seed through her.
Laughing, Heather could see Jimmy was finally getting off her, leaving her twitching from the sensations burning through her body. Gasping and glaring at the men, Heather waited for them to dress and move on.
Alex and Jimmy sat on either side of Heather and looked at her expectantly. She turned her head from side to side, looking at them, puzzled.
"What?" she asked.
Alex sighed. "You were supposed to judge our styles, remember?" Alex reminded her. "Which one of us was best?"
Heather blinked and stared at him in astonishment.
"You expect me to critique your performance as rapists?" she choked out.
"Lovers, not rapists," grumbled Jimmy. "We have different styles. You were supposed to judge which one was best."
"Well, I didn't," snapped Heather. "Bad luck."
Alex looked and Jimmy and shrugged.
"We'll have to try again," he said. "I'm up for it. You?"
Jimmy grinned. "I can go again," he said. "But this time, how about we do it doggy style, as a change of pace?"
Alex nodded and turned to Heather, who was listening to them in horror.
"OK," he told her. "We're going to try again. This time, please try to pay attention to what we're doing and how we're doing it. A judge is supposed to pay attention to the details, you know." |
19,517 | You Belong to Me | LansaraStar | NonConsent/Reluctance | 2001-05-12 | 2001-05-12 | 2022-01-01 15:47:37 | 1 | literotica.com | https://www.literotica.com/s/you-belong-to-me-1 | Her best friend forces her to realize he means more. | ['Arms Wrapped', 'Back Belly', 'Back Pulled', 'Hand', 'Hand Free', 'Holding Tight', 'Nick', 'Nick Years', 'Pulled Back', 'Started Licking'] | 4.19 | I have had the hots for Nick for years now. He's perfect. About 6'3", gentle as can be. A Construction worker, so built with strong arms, broad shoulders and incredible hands. Blue eyes that can look right through you. He's always tan. He has a motorcycle. He's just perfect...and he's my best friend.
We've always had this sexual electricity going. It rips right through me some days. Today, we had been out riding around the lake on his bike. Holding him tight, having a 300 lb. vibrator between my legs all day. I was horny.
We ended up back at my house. We were teasing back and forth, talking about everything from who we liked, to where we wanted to be in five years.
"I want to be on my way to a big executive job running everyone's lives."
"No, you'd never be happy being in power."
I looked at him, shocked and yes, a little offended.
"What do you mean? I would love being in charge of some arrogant pup like you."
He came right up to me. I hate it when he does that. I only come up to his shoulder. So now I was looking up at him.
"No, you need someone to tell you what to do. You need a master. Someone to take control and make you do stuff whether you like it or not."
My skin was tingling. I felt my face blush and I dropped my eyes not able to look at him anymore. I started to move back so I could feel on more even ground. His hands snaked out instead, wrapping around my waist and holding me tight against him.
"Nick, let go."
"NO."
I was pressing against him. I could feel his heart beating an uneven rhythm with my own. My breasts were tight, being squished between us. He rocked his pelvis forward and I felt his hardness against my belly.
"You're always in control, in school, at home, even when you're drunk, you maintain control. You're 25 and still a virgin because you can't stand the idea of a man in charge of you, can you?"
I shook my head.
"I like being in charge. I don't want a man to Master me."
His smile lit up his face, stunning me once again.
"I think you do want it. You're trembling. Are you scared?"
I shook my head. He laughed. Then he bent down and flipped me over his shoulder like a sack of potatoes.
"Nick, put me down!"
"There you go telling me what to do again. When will you learn?"
He was taking us to my room. I started beating his back, but my fists bounced right off of him. He was chuckling again, driving me nuts.
"Nick!"
The wind was knocked out of me when he dropped me on the bed, then fell on top of me. I recovered and started pushing him away. His hands grabbed my wrists and pulled them over my head. I heard the clicking of handcuffs and then I was caught.
"What!?"
"I've been carrying those around for weeks looking for a chance to use them on you."
I pulled at them, but Nick had run them through the headboard. I couldn't move.
"Now, I'll be able to play without your interfering."
"Nick, no...what if...our relationship...us..."
"SHHH..."
He started to kiss me while he unbuttoned my shirt. His hands on my skin made me jump. So strong, so warm. They ran over my bra, tracing the edges. Feeling my skin on my belly. Running up to my neck and shoulders. He then moved off of me to tug off my jeans. I didn't help, but I didn't stop.
"Nick, no. Not like this. Let me go."
"For years now, we've been floating this back and forth. You've always teased, but never followed up. Too scared? Well, now what you are doesn't matter. I'm doing what I want and I'll face the consequences later."
I was on the bed, my arms still in my shirt, but exposed. My thong panties covering my mound, my bra barely holding on to my breasts.
"Hmmm."
He buried his face in my breasts, squeezing them, finding the nipples through satin and rolling them. One arm came under me to lift me up while the other undid the bra clasp in back. He pulled out his knife and cut away the straps.
"Might as well."
He cut away my shirt.
I was scared and yet excited. I trusted Nick with everything, but I had no control, no say in anything.
"It will be all right. Trust me."
He was gentle, yet he knew what he wanted. He started by licking the underside of my breasts. He moved his way down my sides, licking a trail across my tummy. His tongue wove a path parallel to my panties, teasing, nipping here and there. His hands trailed down my sides, feeling, rubbing everywhere. Nick moved down and started to massage my legs, starting at my ankles. He worked his way up, touching, feeling. When he touched my knees, I jumped.
"Sensitive?"
I was rolled over onto my belly. The handcuffs dug into my wrists.
"Nick, please, my wrists."
He undid one side. As soon as my hand was free, I moved to roll off the bed. He caught my hair and pulled me back. I was pulled onto him, my back against his belly. It registered that he had taken off his shirt at some point.
"No, I will have you. Accept it, Star."
I was pushed back onto my belly and my hands were cuffed behind my back. I was breathing heavy, scared. He really meant it. He was going to pop my cherry whether I wanted him to or not.
I jumped again when his tongue started licking the back of my knees. His hands were at my hips, rubbing, then up my back. I felt his weight start to press me down into the bed. My hands were being crushed. He reached under me and cupped my breasts. Then whispered in my ear.
"Do you know how long I've wanted you? How hard it has been to be with you, be your best friend? To be the one you talk about your dates with when I want to be the one you're dating? You never knew did you?"
"Nick, you're hurting me!"
His hands had turned to vises, clamping on my nipples. They immediately released.
"I don't want to hurt you."
He started to pull my panties down. I squirmed when his hands came up to grab my ass. He bit me! I jumped when he bit me on my left cheek. He laughed.
"You're so vulnerable, Star. I could do anything I want. I could rape you, hurt you. Instead, I'm going to make love to you."
One hand was uncuffed and I was rolled over. His hands held my upper arms again. He just knelt on the bed next to me, staring at me. I closed my eyes and turned my head away. Nick leaned over and slowly, gently, started to suckle my nipple. I felt tingling again, then I heard click. He had locked my one wrist to the headboard. My right hand was free.
Nick continued his assault on my breasts, licking, suckling, nipping here and there. I was squirming, fighting the feelings of pleasure. He grabbed hold of my hand and I suddenly realized I had been holding his head to my breast. I looked away from him, but he forced my head back. His smile was incredible and then he was kissing me.
I was lost in a maelstrom of feelings. I felt one hand teasing a breast and the other moved down to my center. For the first time, he touched me. I groaned. He was teasing me, using feather caresses against my clit and lips. He finally pushed a finger into me and I moaned.
"You're mine Star. Now and forever, you're Mine. All mine."
Nick was moving his finger in me, touching places that I never knew existed. He moved into position and placed his head at my entrance. I wanted him. I so wanted him.
"Star. Star, look at me."
I opened my eyes and looked at him.
"Tell me you want this. Tell me you need me. Or tell me you don't, and I'll stop right now and walk out of here."
His hands were holding my face, his body so hot and hard pressed against me. I shook my head, not wanting to admit how much I needed him, have always needed him.
"Star, either you belong to me or I leave. But you must say it."
I took a deep breath, exhaled, took another one.
"Nick, love me. Please, just love me."
"I do."
He plunged into me so quickly it hurt! No, that must have been, yes...my cherry. I cried out for a second and he just held me. One of his arms wrapped around my back and was holding my neck. The other was under my bottom, pressing me tighter to him. At some point he had released my other hand. I held him. I held him and I cried as he began to move in and out of me.
"Oh Nick, Nick. God, please don't ever stop."
The heat was gathering, building. I was tense and yet relaxed. The feel of him sliding into me. I could feel his entire length as it entered, slid along my walls. I could feel his head as it pushed against my cervix. He filled me so completely. His weight was adding to it too. His chest pushed against my nipples, making them so sensitive. He was kissing me, his tongue possessing me, dueling with my own.
I felt it reach that point and then my entire body was tensing, reaching, pushing me over the edge. I think I screamed. Then, I heard Nick's groan and he was spilling into me. My arms were wrapped around him. Now, my legs circled him, holding him tighter, trying to pull him into me more. I felt him slide a little deeper as he continued to shoot himself into.
We both relaxed, our breathing still erratic. He rolled over and I was still around him. I lay on his chest, his arms around me. My head rested on his shoulder. I let out a little sigh and then closed my eyes, ready to fall asleep, safe and secure.
"You belong to me now Star."
"I always did Nick. I was just too scared to admit it."
"Am I always going to have to tie you down to make love to you?"
"No, sometimes I'll tie you down instead."
"Looking forward to it."
"SO am I, Stud. So am I." |
19,518 | You Bet Your Ass | Stoobee56 | NonConsent/Reluctance | 2021-09-10 | 2021-09-10 | 2022-01-01 15:47:38 | 1 | literotica.com | https://www.literotica.com/s/you-bet-your-ass-4 | My first fictional short story... | ['Anal Sex', 'Oral'] | 3.97 | For six years I have been away from gambling, slots, placing a bet of any kind. My wife Rita on the other hand, likes to go to the casino as often as she can, or can afford. We rented a room for the night in case we got too liquored up.
Rita has funny math when it comes to winning and losing. If she walks into a casino with $100 and walks out with the same $100, she says she won $100. I guess that is true if you expect to lose.
This evening, I went with her to watch her play slots, usually I just hang out at the bar. She didn't like me next to her or hovering around, bad luck, or makes her nervous or something. I would sit a ways from her to watch from a slot machine not being used.
On one particular night, she had her $100 and was nearly done with it. I had just ordered us a second round of drinks about the time she lost the rest. We were only there about a half hour. She asked me for another $100.
"Yeah right" I said.
"Please, please, please" Rita begged, with her pouting eyes.
Our drinks came, and we started sipping them, she kept bugging me for a $100. I thought about it, hummm, how can I make this $100 work for me.
So I broke my rule of six years, and leaned in near Rita's ear and said, "you can have the $100 if you win, you get to keep it, but if you lose.......I get to fuck you in the ass."
She stared at her slot machine and sipped her drink. She said, "fuck it" and took the $100. She sat down at another game and started betting small.
On occasion a guy would sit next to her at the next slot machine and strike up a conversation and eventually hit on her.
This evening was no different. A guy sat down next to her and started playing and was making small talk with Rita. Rita is attractive, she is 5 foot 4 inches tall, shoulder length dark brown hair, green eyes, not strikingly gorgeous, but has a girl next door look to her, and very friendly, and approachable. The guy was slapping the slot machine buttons hard, Rita tells me she hates hearing that loud crack of the buttons being slapped.
The guy was tall, probably 6 foot 2 inches, long legs with a short torso, blonde to orange hair. He had a rugged look, like maybe he had worked outdoors a lot.
They both played for awhile, then he leaned over to her and asked her if she would like to suck a large cock. Rita shook her head then cashed out her ticket and left the slot. I asked what he said to her and she told me.
"Well you can't blame a guy for trying," I said.
She had lost $40 at that game, and was none too happy. She found the same type of machine in a different area, shoved her ticket in and started betting higher, hoping to recover her loss quickly. It didn't work.
She wanted yet another $100, she said "what would I have to do for that?"
I said, "the other $100 you lost, that deal is done, and etched in stone. If you lose this $100 you will have to find that guy that wanted you to suck his cock, and whisper in his ear, I'm ready to suck that big cock now right in front of my husband."
Rita looked at me, and said "you would really have me do that?"
I said, "if you lose, and he agrees, we all go straight up to our room, so I can witness you pay off the bet.
We walked around the casino, Rita was looking at all the games, but the thought of sucking a strangers cock right in front of her husband was turning her on. She spotted a machine that she used to play on along time ago and did well. We stood in front of the machine for a few minutes.
Rita blurted out, "I need a drink, and fuck it, give me a $100 too."
I held out the $100 with a tight grip, she tried to grab it, but I wouldn't let go. She pulled harder and it slowly slipped from my fingers. "A deal is a deal" I said, "and I am going to hold you to it."
She put the $100 in and started a $5 max bet. Either she was going to win big or settle the bet. In the back of her mind, she was secretly wanting to lose. The image of being naked with two men in the room was causing her juices to flow.
The machine wasn't paying for shit, and she was done in about 20 minutes. She held her head in her hands shaking her head, knowing what she had to do. She had a small smile in the corners of her mouth.
We walked back to the other machines. He was still there, but now playing the machine she was playing earlier, slapping the buttons and winning!! Talk about rubbing salt in the wound, she thought to herself. She came up behind him and commented "it looks like you are winning". He said he had a lot more, but now its taking it back. Rita turned to look at me, I raised my glass, motioning her to go on. She put her mouth close to his ear, " I'm dying to suck that big, cock of yours while my husband watches." He kept slapping the buttons on the machine. He then hit the cash out button, and retrieved his ticket and stood up.
She glanced down at his croch to see what she might be in for. Her eyes widened. She could she at least 4-5 inches already pressing against his slacks. Oh shit, she thought.
All three of us headed to the elevator. I pushed the button and waited, "by the way, my name is Stan, and this is Rita."
"I'm George" he said. George went in the elevator first, then Rita and I. I pushed number 11, then we all watched the numbers on top.
George was right behind Rita. "Thats a good number" he said, then he pressed his cock against Rita's back. She felt nothing on her ass, he was too tall. She felt his warm cock against her back, she could tell he was well endowed.
He was fully at attention, cock straight up pushing against the small of her back, This IS a big, cock. Fuck, he is going to stretch me out. She moaned softly.
The door opened and they walked down the hall to their room. While walking she felt something cool in her panties. She was soaking wet, being cooled by the walk.
They entered the room, George wasted no time. He advised her to take her top off, because this is going to get fucking messy. She was caught off guard by this, but complied. She removed her top and reached back and undid her bra.
Her tits were larger than he imagined. Her nipples were reacting to the cooler air, they were pink, tight, and hard.
George put his enormous hand on top of head and forced her down to her knees. He said "unzip me." His slacks came down easily. She was looking for that big cock straight up and down, but it had moved to his side. She felt for it, she followed his cock from the base half way around his side, were his hip bone would almost was.
She groaned. He said "eleven inches is going to fill you up quick." She released his cock from his boxers briefs. Both Rita and I could not believe the length and thickness. I thought his cock had his own zipcode.
Rita had both hands around it and four inches were still at the top. She opened wide, his shiny stretched cock head barely squeezed past her lips. He cupped the back of her neck and forced the four inches into her mouth with a slow methodical thrust. Her gag reflex kicked in. A big wad of saliva spewed from her bottom lip onto her tits. Her top hand on is cock stopped further penetration, but she instinctively placed that hand on his stomach to hold him back.
He saw an opportunity to feed her another four inches causing her to gag fiercely. Rita thought she would choke to death. George pulled back out a ways. Rita threw up in her mouth and some out her nose, stinging her nose badly. Tears are now streaming down her face.
George looked at me and said "not to worry, this happens all the time until their throats learn to accept it." Rita held her one hand on the base of his cock, she squeezed to not let go, but this only made the head of his cock swell more. He gave three quick pumps, she gagged hard, but no fluid came up. I could see a bulge in her throat every time he thrust. Rita still had one hand on his base and the other on his stomach. George looked at me and said "her throat is learning quickly."
Rita now realized, by pushing his stomach and squeezing the base of his cock, it made his cock fatter, not that it wasn't fat enough! She decided to relent and give herself to him, knowing he was going to feed her all eleven inches. She psyched herself up and released both her hands and grabbed his hips, and straightened her throat as much as she could.
Her eyes were watering as she looked up at him as she nodded in approval. George looked at me and said "your wife is a real gem" then he slowly sent his cock all the way down while watching my eyes grow wide. Her eyes teared up more. I could see the bulge in her throat travel way down to the nape of her neck. I felt bad for Rita now.
She gagged but his thick meat was so far in her it had no effect. George started working three or four inches in and out of her. There was sweat, and tears dripping down her face.
George released the back of her head, I noticed Rita was now pulling his hips towards her. She was in control of the pace and quickened it a bit. Her hips started bucking uncontrollably, she climaxed and hugged George around his ass, fully engulfing his cock. She pulled his cock out and grasped for air like coming up from a long dive to the surface.
"Stan" George said, "your wife can take any cock now, her throat is fully trained."
I no longer felt bad, I could tell Rita enjoyed conquering is cock. I said "Rita, you still owe me, and a deal is a deal."
I had been waiting in the bullpen rubbing my cock as I watched my wifes throat get abused. George reminded her that he hasn't dropped his load yet.
Rita had a three alarm fire starting inside her. She removed her pants and panties, which were glistening with her juices, thinking of the thing she was going to say next. "George, would you plant your seed deep inside my pussy while Stan fucks my ass." She thought she was rehearsing what to say in her head,
George snapped her out of her thoughts "of course I will" he said.
George crawled on the bed on his back. His abdomen was kinda short, his rock hard cock reached near his sternum! Rita crawled on top of him thinking to her self that she was glad Stan is smaller than him, hell he was much smaller, half as small!
She felt better about anal sex with Stan's cock that George's. George held Rita tightly by her hips.
George's cock had a mind of its own, and knew right where her entrance was. He pushed her down on his cock to about nine inches. She abruptly pulled up when the head of his cock bottomed out in her.
Rita leaned in and whispered to George "can you train my pussy to take the rest of your cock". George nodded as I came up behind Rita. I stuck my finger in my mouth and covered it with saliva, then inserted it into Rita's ass like a medical professional.
She never let me know that she actually enjoyed anal sex. She would pretend it really hurt like saying "your splitting my ass into two, please no..no" that was about all it took to make me lose my load.
She was happy to please me. Rita leaned back and started rocking back and forth on George's mostly engulfed cock and me with my finger sliding in and out of her tight ass. Rita layed on George's chest allowing me full access.
George was big enough that she could enjoy about eight inches of him while I prepared to settle her debt with me.
I spit a big wad of saliva on his cock head and worked it around with his hand. Rita spread her legs as wide as she could, this caused her pussy to feel even tighter than it was to George. She laid on George's chest and reached her arms back and grabbed her ass cheeks and spread them for me.
She was in full submission now, she felt as being our fuck toy. She loved it. I entered her ass slowly. She had never felt so full in her lower region. She committed the feeling to memory, knowing this would probably be a once in a lifetime thing. George would thrust, and I would back off, then I would thrust and George would back off.
This went on for about five minutes. I was so exited to be in my wife's asshole, that I buried my cock deep as I could inside her and emptied my load in her ass. I was done and fully satisfied, her debt to me was paid in full.
Rita was relieved I was out of her ass. She thoroughly enjoyed it, but it was time for pussy training.
She sat upright on George's cock, but had to hold up above him. It wouldn't go in further without bottoming. George pulled out. Got off the bed, grabbed Rita, flipped her on her stomach bent her over the edge of the bed to were as her feet could not touch the floor.
He plunged his cock deep inside her, she could feel it bottoming again and tried to pull away, but he pressed down hard between her ass crack and small of her back. She was pinned. "Time for a training session" he said. He would push all the way in till the head of his cock felt her cervix. He slapped her on the ass hard, it sounded like when he was slapping the buttons on the slot machine, snap, snap, snap. Rita did not hate this sound.
She winced it pain. He switched hands, and gave her another three slaps on the other side. She bowed her head, reeling from the pain.
He waited, her pain lessened. She was expecting more slaps on the ass. The stinging and the anticipation of more slaps caused her ass to rise without control. Her ass was begging for more.
Rita became aware, when her ass lifted up, his cock entered her fully. By rising it must have given him deeper access. He was now pounding her hard from behind, his swollen balls slapping her clit. Now my load was oozing out of her ass.
My spunk was lubeing George's cock as he pounded her. It made the sound of wet flesh hitting wet flesh. She bowed her head again, this time in ecstasy.
Now her ass was moving to meet his pelvis. Again she started bucking uncontrollably. Her shaking legs extending straight out as she let out a deep growling groan and climaxed like never before.
They were both very still now. She could feel his cock throbbing, she said to herself, "he hasn't cum yet."
He says "pussy training is over, you passed."
I thought "passed, I damn near passed out." He then rolled Rita over and instructed her to get on her knees.
He wanted her mouth again. He said "let me see if you remembered your throat training" he stood in front of her stroking his cock hard.
He must have great control over his orgasms she thought. She could see his hips rocking and his breathing was getting swallow, she knew it was time, so she grabbed his ass an opened her mouth wide. He stroked a few more times then stuffed the head of his cock in her mouth, grabbed her hair and forced his cock all the way in. She gagged a little but pushed through it.
She pulled his ass toward her. He yanked her head back and forth just a little then let out a loud moan. She could feel the warmth of his load coating her throat, but did not taste much. He was way passed her taste buds. He jerked a couple of times, then slowly removed his spent cock from her throat and mouth. She caught a taste of his load, it was only salty which she found pleasant.
George got dressed, thanked the couple and went back to the casino. I watched the whole incredible ordeal. I said to Rita "you lost the bet, but hit the jackpot" and laughed. Rita crawled into bed, she was too tired for anything else. She laid face down on the sheets, with her legs spread fairly wide, moaning softly, capturing the memory. |
19,519 | You Bet Your Ass! | BullyPulpit | NonConsent/Reluctance | 2019-04-19 | 2019-04-19 | 2022-01-01 15:47:40 | 1 | literotica.com | https://www.literotica.com/s/you-bet-your-ass-3 | Four episodes from a game show that makes lactating bimbos. | ['Bimbo', 'Female Dominant', 'Female Submissive', 'Futanari', 'Huge Breasts', 'Lactation', 'Lesbian', 'Pregnancy', 'Weight Gain'] | 4.28 | "You Bet Your Ass (and All the Rest!)"
_Author's Note: This story was told to me by its original author, Jenni (pseudonym), and was written with her permission. When we last spoke, she was fairly sure she'd grown larger than she was at the time of this story and was still nursing daily. Candace was still part of her life. Milena and Tracy are doing well. If you have an Internet connection, you've likely seen Katana in action; she is, I believe, pregnant again. Jenni's story themes involve those of body transformation, risk, bimbofication, weight gain, breast growth, lactation, pregnancy and gambling with the size of one's butt. There is extreme growth in the forms of fat, height and muscle and includes appreciation of more zaftig/plus-sized women. While this story is true, some aspects of the game show sounded similar to those in a story called 'Bimbos to Billionaires.' When I asked Jenni about it we agreed the producers of "You Bet Your Ass" had probably read it and used it as inspiration when launching their program._
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CHAPTER ONE: JENNI, PRESENT DAY
The toughest part of the morning is figuring out how to get my big self out of bed without disturbing the boy. He's not actually a boy, only a few years younger than me, but I've never called him anything else. It just fits. Though for such a little guy, he's got a lovely appetite and is always hungry when he wakes. I don't have the will to have him wait even a second longer when he's like that, all sleepy and ready to nurse, plus my breasts are usually close to bursting with milk by that time. This morning is no different. They do feel heavier than usual.
Getting out of bed was hardest in the first few weeks after I was on the show. Adjusting to being three times the size I'd been most of my life didn't happen overnight, especially since there for awhile I'd kept growing. It still amazes me to think there had been a time when I'd thought being 150 lbs. at 5' 6" meant I was fat. That was back when I was "Meredith," a name that just didn't fit after all the changes I went through. They say it's common for contestants to change their names afterwards. I'd never understood why and never thought I'd do so, but now I get it.
It's not just my size that's changed. Gone is my long brown hair, replaced by straight blonde cropped at an angle following my soft jawline. There's permanent eyeliner and, of course, my lips, inflated into a size called "Pillow Talk" on the show because they resemble two soft pillows. Meredith had never been one to get her nails done. I feel almost naked these days if they aren't on point. Long and pink or French nails, like I have now, what I call "porn star nails" are my favorites. My eyes, still light blue, are the only part of me I still recognize.
On first impression, I look like a pretty, still young (just turned thirty- one), supersized suburban mom. That holds true even after the extent of my appetites surface. They'd made some behavioral changes, too. I'm more nurturing, more maternal, than I was. My ramped up libido can cause problems, I feel like I'm wet constantly, but I like the new me. If succumbing to the mayhem of the world's most controversial game show is what it took to get me here, that's fine. "You Bet Your Ass (and All the Rest!)" with its "Wheel of Fate" and audience-driven body and mind modifications. Thinking about it all, especially the name, still makes me chuckle.
With a little luck and practice, I pull back the covers and shift first one leg than the other to the side of the bed without shaking the bed too much. I can't sit up all the way when I do this otherwise my belly gets in the way. It is, I noticed with amusement recently, one of the rare times during the day where I get to see my feet. I let them slip off the bed and shift around to sit up. The mattress creaks as I do. The XXXXXL t-shirt I sleep in does catch under one thigh and pull snug against my belly rolls and breasts. Resting on my belly and pushed a bit off to each side, they leak a bit with milk. At first damp spots darken the material over my nipples, then as they harden and lengthen it seeps through. Beneath the shirt, I can feel its warmth spreading over then under each breast. I can tell this is one of those mornings where, if I touch them at all, they'll start to spurt. Best to wait for the boy to wake up.
Like the rest of me, they are massive. Custom made nursing bras have been my only option. The woman who made them thought I was messing with her when I sent in the order for 54Js. She's big herself but I was a first. I ended up sending a photo so she'd see I was serious. I don't blame her for doubting. I don't know my weight for sure, the only scale we have gives me an error when I get on it, and it tops out at 500. I'm big. That I know. Still, let me tell you, even when you know you're big, when you see a tape measure say the skinniest part of you, under your bust, is fifty inches, eight inches less than around the fullest part of my chest, it's hard not to be a bit shocked. I'm almost as big around there as I am tall. That's nothing compared to my hips. There are centers in the NBA who are shorter than I am round, at my widest.
I try not to think about my breasts all the time but they are a big part of who I have become. Back when I was Meredith, I had little B cups with pale little nipples and areolas. Unrecognizable little bumps compared to now. I'm shy about calling them "udders," but when my nipples swell to the full glory, an inch long and thick as plump, pink thumbs, releasing small streams of milk at the slightest pressure, getting longer and darker and more sensitive by the end of a nursing session, that's what they look and feel like. I hope the boy wakes up hungry.
My feet, somewhere under my belly, find the floor. I let gravity do the rest, pulling me forward as I grip the dresser to keep my balance. Once I'm standing things get easier and I walk, well, waddle to the bathroom, which we had to remodel to accommodate my new size. Even though I'd left the show with a nearly life-changing amount of prize money, the show had still been nice enough to pay for the renovations. There had been an issue with their equipment and they wanted to make nice to avoid a lawsuit. If that incident hadn't happened I'd still be a big woman, but a bit less wide, so to speak. A lot less, to be frank. Call it a win-win.
In the kitchen, I get myself a big glass of orange juice and drink it down, enjoying the soft weight of my belly hanging over my thighs. The idea of enjoying this feeling would have horrified me six months ago, back when I'd wanted no more than to be transformed into a bit of eye candy, especially if it meant being thin. Now I can't imagine such a thing. I have to give it to them, for all the craziness on that show, their personality assessments were spot on. They'd known me better than I knew myself. That certainly applied to the other women I'd met that day as well.
Sure, there have been plenty of adjustments. I can't do everything I once was able to. Jogging, for instance, is out, but even at my size I can walk farther than many people assume. Dealing with other's expectations being another adjustment. I guess in some ways that's always been the case, I just worry less about them now which, even more than having the chest I'd always wanted has been the nicest change. (Of course, when I'd thought about having a more voluptuous figure up top I hadn't quite imagined exactly how voluptuous I'd need to get "the girls" to this size.) Otherwise, I'm also slow, of course, and need to plan ahead sometimes, thinking about if a restaurant or a movie theater has seats I can fit into, but I don't mind.
"Jenni?"
The boy is up and has wandered into the kitchen. He's sleepy-eyed and only in his boxers. I'm fairly sure milk is the reason he's a bit plumper than he was when we met.
"Morning, baby."
I tell him to come to me and he does, resting his head against my chest. He won't try to nurse without permission but I can tell how bad he needs it. He's stiffening against my thigh and his stomach gives a low rumble. We'll relocate to the sofa soon but I go ahead and pull up my shirt so he can find my right breast, bigger than his head and dripping in anticipation. The nipple swells and fills his mouth, needing only the lightest pressure from him to begin filling his mouth. I let out a soft moan and feel myself go wet. We do a full feeding every morning and night and brief ones throughout the day when he gets hungry and I'm feeling swollen. Each time my reaction is the same. When full, it can be difficult for me to think about anything other than nursing.
Our little routine keeps us in a constant state of arousal, but once I've expressed enough so they don't feel as if they might explode it's not so bad that I can't think. As time has gone by, it's made the boy more focused and attentive. A hard worker, too, at his job. Again, a win-win. I'll need him to help me cum in a minute but, for now, he's a bit occupied and I'm a bit desperate for him to relieve the pressure that's built up in my chest overnight.
After a minute or two, I move him to my engorged left breast. I can feel the pressure of the milk spraying into his mouth. His cheeks puff out a bit and a bit escapes down his chin, but he doesn't stop sucking. To say I produce a lot is an understatement. Once, we used a breast pump to measure how much. Three cups from each breast had been the result, a shocking amount.
Once the mild pain of my swollen chest moves into warm pleasure, I pull the boy closer by his hips, reaching down to release him from his boxers. I'm not the only one ready to burst, but he keeps nursing. His breathing quickens as I slip him into a fat roll on my belly and he begins reflexively making the little humping motion I find both adorable and sexy. My size has made regular sex a challenge at times, which I surprisingly find intensely erotic. In other ways, with a soft body offering so many places I can put him, combined with a few tricks I've taught him, it's become better.
An hour later, we're back in bed. Before falling asleep, the boy came in my belly folds twice. The wide wet spot under me on the bed sheet will have to be dealt with in a little while. I've lost track of how many times I got mine. As often happens, it's just left me more turned on. I pull up the two big rolls of my belly and slip my fingers between my thighs. I can barely touch my clit. I'm soft and deep down there and like feeling stretched but I can't reach very deep using just my fingers. Swollen and wet I rub my clit lightly, exploring the folds of my chubby labia. They open, inviting a finger to slip between them. The desperate need to cum again is almost overwhelming.
Meredith wasn't like this. At most, she masturbated once a week. This was the work of the show and its audience and while I usually enjoy it very much, there are rare times I wish they'd been a little less generous. That said, knowing what I know now, if I could go back in time to the moment I drove onto the sound stage parking lot in Los Angeles for the show I wouldn't change a thing. The show was filmed in a giant beige concrete box that, from the outside, didn't impress. I have to admit I'd been hoping for something fancier even as I also knew I should have known better. What was television if not the selling of a fantasy?
CHAPTER TWO: THE DAY OF THE SHOW, AND THE DEMISE OF DIXIE
I'd barely stepped out of my car when I heard a woman's voice call out my name. I turned her head, finding a young woman standing in front of a half- open door and waving me over. Even from a distance, the woman made an impression. Twenty-something, so probably at least a couple years younger than me, she was professional in dress, sort of. She had thick dark hair, hip glasses and wore a snug gray jacket matching a skirt that didn't quite meet her knees. I'd call her cute except under that jacket was a thin, low-cut white top that did a poor job of disguising what could only be called a massive rack. Calling them boobs was wrong. "Jugs" was more accurate. Or stripper tits, if being rude. Especially on her frame, and she was a good thirty pounds lighter than me, it was hard to imagine they weren't enhanced. Triple-Ds, probably. It's funny now, to think there was a time when I thought that qualified as a big chest.
Perk of working for the show, I guessed, correctly, every female employee of the show I saw that day looked enhanced. Many, but not all, had the exaggerated hourglass figure similar to hers. I'm not sure I'd seen a bigger ass than the one flaunted proudly by one of the caterers. Petite everywhere else it looked like a target. All had great hair, nails and makeup. There weren't many men but the ones I did see were generally fit. If they'd had some kind of treatment, too, it was hard to be sure.
I tried not to feel jealous. The woman sent to meet me reminded me a bit of an office-mate, a sweet girl who in her own way had partly motivated me to attend the open casting call for You Bet Your Ass. In Los Angeles for work, and left with an empty afternoon after a meeting had been canceled, I'd told myself I was doing it just to fill the time. And now here I was.
Since I was going to be on television, I'd dressed up in one of my few fancy options, a classic little black dress with an exposed zipper all the way down the back. The dark color, combined with some serious Spanx action would, I hoped, disguise the size of my butt and hips from the camera and control the jiggling. I'd always wanted to be more of an hourglass. The dress was probably a 12 and fit up top but without the Spanx would have been too tight down below where size sixteen bottoms were most comfortable. If there was one area on me that did not need to get any bigger it was everything below the waist. If I gained an ounce, that's where it went. When a little heavier, it developed a little cellulite, and bounced if I wasn't wearing some sort of undergarment to control it. Even then, at my thinnest, I thought I had a fat butt.
"Am I late?"
"Not at all, you're perfect!"
She introduced herself as a production assistant and hugged me. That answered the question. Definitely enhanced. Maybe I was crazy but I swore I could feel her nipples through her blouse and jacket. Her hands definitely lingered a bit long on my hip as she said, "Everyone else is already in the Green Room watching the first taping, but you're schedule for the last one so we've got tons of time."
I followed, getting a full view of an ass and hips proportional to her top. Of course.
The show wasn't that complicated, but still a little insane. Each show had a woman given ten spins on something called The Wheel of Fate, a giant upright take on the gambling wheels she'd seen at casinos, for a shot at, of course, money. Where it got crazy was it also meant risking a long range of extreme modifications to the woman's mind and body.
There were twenty-three options on the Wheel of Fate. Sixteen were individual potential modifications ranging from "Boobs" to "Fetishes." There were adjustments to hair, heights, lips and hips—the list went on. If one was lucky, or unlucky enough, to land on a "Look" that sped the game along but it meant you could up as anything from a Beach Barbie look, to Trophy Wife, to something called a Breeder, among others. Most of the "changes" were performed live or during commercial breaks by a chair called "The Throne" with the help of two nodules that when placed upon her temples caused her eyes to roll back in her head and all manner of madness to happen. Also, there was a big, white egg-looking thing called "The Pod" in the background. I had no idea what it was used for. I did know there was a lot of audience participation, decisions decided by coin flips, something else called the "Inflation Station" and, when it came to the money, something called a "Multiplier." It all conspired to leave each woman, usually, with some decent cash, and looking, often, like oversexed bimbos from petite to plus-sized with glazed looks in their eyes.
There was, come to think of it, a lot I didn't know about the show. I maybe should have done a bit more research. In my tryout interview, I had been asked some questions about why I wanted to be on the show, been given a written personality test and that had been it. That would have been a good time to ask a couple more questions. Hmm.
The production assistant pushed open a door and ushered me into a room filled with a couple sofas, a snack table, a huge flat screen tuned to the show, and four other women.
"Hey everyone, meet Meredith. Meredith, meet Katana, Tracy, Milena and Candace."
All four waved, Tracy without taking their eyes off the television. Something about her looked familiar but I couldn't figure out why. She looked the way many women did after appearing on the show. A mane of platinum blonde hair, the sort of bolt-on tits usually only seen in the adult industry. Tiny waist. She was seated but I knew she'd have a great butt. Great legs. Probably at least 5'10". Huge gold hoop earrings. Four-inch stilettos matching a brief slip of a gold dress held up with straining spaghetti straps that did little to contain her. Probably even smelled like peaches. If you looked up "bimbo" in the dictionary, Tracy was what you'd expect to see. Or maybe mature porn star was more accurate. Pinpointing her age was tough. My guess was she was a bit older than she looked, with a bit of the "Housewives of Wherever" look to her.
Candace, a shy-looking woman about my age in a baggy gray sweatshirt and blue jeans did make eye contact then went back to staring at her phone. Katana nodded and went back to touching up her makeup in a small mirror. What a name. I wondered if it was something she'd chosen on her own. The girl looked a bit more like a Mandy or something like that. Barely five feet tall, and maybe a hundred pounds soaking wet, with a ponytail of brown hair bouncing out from behind a pink baseball cap, something in Katana's posture suggested no lack of confidence. I wasn't sure what to think of her appearance; she looked like she was on her way to the gym rather than about to go on TV. Everything was very snug from her pink leggings to her baby blue lycra top exposing just enough tanned belly to reveal a navel piercing. In terms of curves, she didn't have much. She was a girl, really, probably barely twenty, and the type you'd call more cute than pretty or sexy. The sorority girl who'd been a cheerleader in high school. That type. Somehow, I knew being called cute would annoy Katana.
Katana's gaze popped up from her mirror and glared at me. "Can I help you?"
"Woah. Geez. No."
"Okay then."
Milena stared daggers at Tracy the inflatable sex-bot, but smiled at me. She looked to be in her early forties and I really liked her hair, dark and wavy, it stopped at the shoulder. Along with her hair, her nails, brows and skin said she was the type of woman who spent a lot of time at the salon. When she wasn't looking at Tracy, she had kind, expressive eyes. A bit plump, she wore a dark, thin sweater and slacks. The dark colors, I suspected, were to downplay what everyone would notice about her first. Sure, I was insecure about my own chest and that made me hyper-aware of other women's boobs, but anyone would notice that Milena had what looked to be a very heavy natural bust disproportionate to the rest of her body. Double Js, Epic. I guessed, hoping for her sake Milena didn't land on "Boobs" when she got on the show.
Milena had followed my gaze. "Yes, they're real."
"Sorry for staring."
"It's fine. I'm used to it. I used to be a DD, and thought that was huge, then I got pregnant and they inflated on me. The more milk I pumped out the bigger they got. That was twelve years ago and I'm still pumping out two cups a day."
"Holy cow."
Milena's eyes narrowed.
"Sorry, I didn't mean it like that."
Her face broke into a smile. "Just kidding. I've heard all the jokes. You want your own pair, don't you?"
I struggled to get the words out while not thinking of Milena's breasts dripping with milk, and wondering what it might feel like. "Yes," I said. "Maybe not as big as you. But please don't take that the wrong way."
"Neither did I, but now I love it. Either way, you might be at the right place."
"I'm a bit worried. How much choice do you think we have in what happens?"
Milena raised an eyebrow, but said nothing.
I tucked myself into the corner of a couch. A year ago, when the show first came on, I'd mocked it. "You Bet Your Ass" seemed like the latest drivel and proof that culturally we were going down the drain but I wasn't so sure anymore. It had been a hard year. A relationship had ended and at my job, I was overworked and underappreciated. The women who seemed to do best there were the same glammed up babes I'd disliked in college. Mostly I was tired. Tired of fighting it all, tired of feeling invisible. If walking into work on Monday with a massive set of tits and an ass like Kim Kardashian meant I could work regular hours, it would be worth it. Plus, it would be fun to be hot. Provided I didn't get stuck with the most outrageous options that could happen on the show, every part jiggling.
Truth was, I'd only seen one episode but remembered it clearly. The contestant was some thirty-something chick with a dye job and a thing for push-up bras who admitted her whose ambition was to be a trophy wife. She straight up said she didn't want to work. I had wished she'd been fattened up into a brainless slut with a fetish for getting pregnant, which I'd heard were options, but of course that would be justice so it didn't happen. Instead, the woman had pocketed fifty grand and ended up looking ten years younger and like a stripper with legs for days, platinum blonde, bolt-on tits usually only seen in porn, perma-tan and, yes, they'd done something to her mind, made her a real airhead, but she seemed pretty happy. She'd get stares in public and—holy shit. That was it. I almost laughed out loud.
Tracy. Tracy the sex-bot was her.
But why was she back on the show?
"You girls have fun," said the production assistant before departing, "I'll be back when it's your turn."
"Shouldn't they tell us the order?" I asked.
"Katana's next, then I'm on with...her," Milena said in reference to Tracy, "then you. She stole my husband," whispered Milena, reading my expression. "I couldn't believe it. He's such an idiot. No pre-nup. She's a total bimbo. Anyway, she and I are going to be on together. It's a new spin, so to speak, for the show and more of a competition than usual. Given her state of her mind, I should win easily."
I wasn't the vengeful type, but felt bad for Milena nonetheless. Tracy, entranced by the show, didn't seem to hear anything Milena said. Coming back from commercial, the show's fluorescent purple logo flying across the screen, the host, Alex Somethingerother, bounding out to a roaring crowd with his bleached teeth and nice suit.
Better late than never, I figured, when it came to learning more about the show. I settled in and tried to catch up. The contestant was a pretty if conservative-looking woman in her early thirties with a ton of debt from law school, something like a hundred grand, and that was her reason for trying out for the show. Her name was Dixie and while she was living in the northeast she was, shockingly, from somewhere in the Deep South, although it sounded like she'd worked hard to erase any trace of her accent in, no doubt, a desire to sound more professional.
Things weren't going well for Dixie. With each spin, money went into her "bank" of winnings but that was hardly the most riveting thing about what I was watching. On her first turn at the wheel she'd ended up with "Boobs," which caused the audience to go nuts, take out voting tablets and vote that she submit to a look called "Plastic is Perfect."
She'd been strapped into The Throne by a blonde woman in a nurse's uniform, who'd then unbuttoned Dixie's blouse. Making sure to expose much of Dixie's quite pale and breasts she'd then pulled down Dixie's bra and placing an innocuous-looking and small white suction cup-like thing on each nipple. Thick tubes ran from the cups and disappeared behind the Throne. As soon as she'd finished, Alex pulled a remote control from a pocket and hit a red button. Dixie's eyes rolled back in her head and she gripped the armrests her arms had been locked onto, all of which distracted me for a moment from noticing her breasts begin to swell into two perfectly round globes that quickly dominated her chest, her bra quickly disappearing beneath them. The results were obviously fake F cups, at least.
Her next spin had landed on "Butt" and the audience had voted that she should get something called "The Kim," leaving her with an inflated apple-shaped ass. On her third spin, she'd hit "Libido," the audience choosing the "Double Trouble" option, doubling her natural libido. Described as the most modest option, it peaked when the woman was at her most fertile. While Dixie absorbed whatever was happening to her brain thanks to the metal ring, the show played a clip from her interview:
"I figure there are certain risks but if it goes poorly, I've got the self- control to quit before it gets out of hand. Worst case scenario I don't make any money but leave a blonde or something like that, which is no big deal."
Dixie, in the Throne, shook her head, trying to clear her mind. "I think I need to quit."
The audience booed in disappointment.
"No, no," corrected Alex. "It's her choice."
"I don't know what to do. I already look outrageous. And all I've got to show for it is eight thousand dollars."
"You'll figure it out. Your choices, just to make clear, are to continue or you can quit now. If so, all you have to do is walk offstage. Folks back stage will help your apply your winnings to the total cost of the modifications made so far. We take both cash and credit..."
"Wait. What?"
"...in your case, the boob job is valued at eight thousand. Getting "The Kim" ass is ten. All mental upgrades are ten and you got a libido amplification, so that's twenty-three thousand, minus the six you have in winnings already. So that's a total of—"
"I OWE YOU MONEY?"
"It's in the contract."
"So if I keep playing I don't owe you anything."
"As long as you finish the round. There's a lot left on the board. You don't have your Multiplier yet. Heck, maybe you score a few more grand and get a Multiplier and knock that total down."
"I can't leave here with nothing!"
"You're not exactly leaving with nothing, he said, gesturing at her chest."
"I guess I have to keep going."
In the Green Room, I was thinking I'd made a mistake in coming on the show.
Dixie bounced over to the Wheel, her ass having turned her knee-length skirt into a mini, her boobs barely contained by her bra.
"Here goes..."
She spun the wheel.
"Oh shit," she said.
"And we have—Belly!" shouted Alex. "That's two thousand dollars into your winnings. Pass, and have that two grand subtracted from your total and spin again or accept it? What will it be? Remember, as with the other categories, the audience has the options on their tablets."
I remembered this part. I was pretty sure the options ranged from a tiny waist to pleasantly plump, to looking permanently pregnant.
"I'm beginning to think this thing is rigged," muttered Dixie, "but I'll go with it, Alex."
"Great! Time to vote!"
The show's theme music played while the audience votes were tabulated, and automatically displayed on a scoreboard over the Wheel of Fate. I could see the panic in Dixie's eyes as the numbers increased. Of course no one had voted for "As-is" (what it sounds like). Where was the fun in that? "Ab-solutely" (a six-pack) got a single percentage point. "Plush (a chubby belly that hangs over panty line with a pronounced muffin top)" rocketed up to 36%, edging out "Bun in the oven (a pregnant look at either 3, 6 or 9 months)" at 26% and "Ballooned" (smooth and hugely round) at 5% and beating out "Stacked," intentionally obscure, the name left the contestant with a huge "double- stacked" belly with one fat roll on top of the other. It scored 32%.
"That was close," said Dixie, too relieved to notice as her midsection softened, swelled and spilled out into chubby pudge.
"Seven left," reminded Alex. "Four if you land on a Look."
A Look? I wasn't sure what that meant, then examined The Wheel. Oh right. That's the one that turned you into whatever the audience chose.
Dixie kept going, jiggling between the Wheel to the Throne as her hair flowed into a thick blonde mane that went past her shoulders, her voice shifted into the slow drawl she'd worked to eliminate and her lips plumped up to "Pillow Talk," soft blowjob lips. Once she left the show, she'd feel compelled to dress as what they show called a "Cheap Date," in short skirts and pumps, semi-sheer and tight tee-shirts without a bra or panties with lots of cheap jewelry and heavy makeup. Torn jeans, with holes in the inner thigh and under her butt cheeks were also on the table. Twice, she landed on Intellect, lowering her IQ by a total of 20%. She'd also landed twice on Fetishes, developing an oral fixation with an exhibitionist streak and was immediately conscious of how her mouth and throat felt empty without something in them, preferably a cock. Thinking of others watching her ass sway down the street, and her tits bouncing free made her wet. Each one had had a monetary value attached to them from one to five thousand dollars leaving her with a measly $13,500, nowhere near the hundred grand she needed to pay off her law school debts, which would be even harder to pay off now given how she looked, not to mention how in dropping her intellect she'd ceased to understand much of what she'd learned.
But she was done. That was it.
"Ready to cash out?" asked Alex.
"Isn't there an option to keep going?"
"There surely is. You pick the number of additional spins. Whatever number you choose we'll multiple that against each modification total. For instance, if you'd gotten those boobs this way they would have earned you six grand instead of two."
"I'll go with...three spins."
"Three it is."
"Boobs again! You're up to $18,500."
"Holy shit," gasped Dixie. I was pretty sure she wasn't talking about the money.
Alex ignored her concern, instead addressing the audience. "Remember when we get a category for the second time we limit the options to the ones that fit best with what contestant already has, so no Heavy Hangers! They won't go with your current rack, but that leaves you with two choices. So what will it be, audience, Volleyballs or Basketballs! You're close to volleyballs already. What do think, will the audience be merciful?"
The answer came quickly.
"Oh my God," whispered all of the women in the Green Room. Even Candace.
Milena sighed, stretching her back and causing her chest to rise. "She won't be able to walk with those things."
"Am I crazy or are her nipples huge?" Meredith asked.
"You're not crazy," said Katana. "I mean, I'd love a nice, new set of tits, but that's crazy."
"Aww," said Tracy, her voice a sexy purr.
Milena rolled her eyes.
"Two more to go," I said.
We watched as, thankfully, Dixie landed on the Multiplier, meaning her final total would be multiplied based on the three additional spins she'd taken.
"She should get close to what she needs," said Milena, looking concerned. She wanted revenge on Tracy, but this woman was a stranger with two titanic basketballs strapped to her chest. Her bra had exploded at some point and all she could do was hold them up, which was beginning to look more like fondling.
Dixie spun The Wheel of Fate for he last time, and for the first time it was truly kind. Sort of.
"A Full Body Look," hollered Alex. "That's fifty thousand dollars. Multiplied by three—you're up to $168,500."
"I can pay off my loans."
"And that's before your Multiplier!"
"Three times $168,000? Meredith thought Dixie's eyes were going to pop out of her head and hers might as well."
The totals flickered on the scoreboard.
"We have 12% for Perfect Pear and HourglASS just barely beating out A Whale of a Good Time at 46 to 42%."
Dixie looked like she couldn't process what she was hearing. Neither could Meredith. Didn't she already have an hourglass figure? Shouldn't Dixie object? Except, if she did, they'd go with the second place choice. She didn't know what "A Whale of a Good Time" was and was afraid to ask.
In the Throne, Dixie groaned. Her arms strapped to the arm rests, her breasts now hovered over her lap like the basketball-sized boobs they were. The warm seat that cupped her ass tingled with a thousand tiny injections of synthetic fat. Immediately absorbed, they began to grow, hips spreading as she rose in the Throne. Alex helpfully reached over and ratcheted up the armrests to give her growing hips somewhere to go. Soon they'd spread beyond the Throne's width. Her thighs thickened and pushed her knees further apart. When it stopped there was a moment of silence, then a foot-stomping applause from the audience that brought Dixie back to reality.
"Congratulations, Dixie. You're a big winner today. How does half a million dollars sound?"
"Amazing," drawled Dixie, through her swollen lips, looking still very much out of it. Stunned, she shuffled off stage, her ass clapping with each step, breasts swaying free over her plumped belly.
"Oh Dixie," sang Alex. "In case you're interested, for another thirty thousand dollars, which makes ninety with your multiplier, you can Risk the Bump."
"I'll pass, Alex."
In the Green Room, I asked the others if they knew what "Risk the Bump" was. Either no one did or were unwilling to say. Or they were so stunned they couldn't speak. That was an option, too. Except for Tracy.
"Aww," cooed Tracy. "Boobies."
"Shut up, Tracy," said Milena.
"Umm. Does anyone know who's next?" asked Katana.
"You, doll," said Milena.
"Fucking sweet," said Katana.
I'd had enough so rose to my feet and, as casually as I could, walked to the door. I'd seen enough. There were no trick angles or special effects. All of the transformations were so extreme. If I walked out onto that stage there was no telling what might happen. What had I been thinking?
The door was locked. I pulled on the knob anyway and began banging on it. A voice that sounded like the production assistant's squawked in over an intercom, asking in a soothing voice if they needed anything.
"I want out!" I shouted. "This is too much. I have to go."
"Here we go," sighed Milena.
"What?"
"Let's just say I did my research on this whole operation and once you're in, you're in. Resistance, as they say, is futile."
"What are you talking about?"
"They'll do what they have to do to get the show made. A lot of contestants get cold feet and they can't have that so..."
As if on cue, a white fog drifted into the room from a vent in the ceiling. I frowned at it, tried to keep from breathing it in but failed. Within seconds, a calming sensation flowed over her body from head to toe. I was also startled to feel her panties get wet. The feeling was distracting. Why was I standing next to the door? What had I wanted? The answer was there, then it floated away as if on a cloud. A day or so after the show ended these memories would come back but at that point I felt so confused. Slowly, I walked back to my spot on the couch. Katana was glassy-eyed and Candace looked a bit sleepy, too, as did Milena who reached out and held me hand, telling me it would all be fine. Tracy seemed unaffected and continued to watch the show.
CHAPTER THREE: KATANA'S LESSON
The fog cleared and the production assistant entered, waving at Katana.
"You're up!"
Katana bounced rose to her feet and followed the woman through the door.
Still feeling a little dopey, I heard the show's opening music and the host's quick explanation of the rules before he brought out Katana. Then she came out and they went over her basic biography. As it turned out she had been a sorority girl, briefly, before dropping out. Alex read off his notes that she said she volunteered helping elderly people and just wanted to make the world a better place.
"That's right," she said, more nervously than made sense.
"Is it?" asked Alex. "Because you know we do screener questions and personality tests."
"Uh-huh," said Katana.
"Uh-oh," said Milena.
"Yours came up with some irregularities so we did a more thorough background check. We spoke with your old roommates and several other people."
Katana looked ill.
"Are you ready to come clean, Katana? Or should I say Catherine. Such an ordinary name, Catherine."
"I..."
"Katana, Catherine, what we learned is you want to be on the show mostly because you want to be on TV. You're imagining yourself as one of those "Influencers." And see this as an easy way to get a free boob job. Does all that sound right?"
The audience grumbled.
"Umm."
"Right. We want people who are honest and dedicated to the game, not people who are trying to game the game. I mean, my goodness, where is the sense of integrity?"
I was momentarily distracted by the notion of a show like "You Bet Your Ass" finding integrity important.
"Normally," continued Alex, "we'd pass on an application like yours and pick someone else but this has been a problem before, so we thought we'd have you on anyway."
"I'm sorry?"
"I'm sure you will be."
"I'm really a good person. I promise. I'm trying to raise my profile, you know? It seemed like a good opportunity to help people know who I am. It was just a silly idea—"
"People will know who you are. Don't worry. Audience, are you ready to get the show on the road?"
I could feel the vibrations from them shouting "YOU! BET! YOUR! ASS!" I asked Milena if she had any idea what was about to happen.
Milena frowned. "No. I've never seen this happen before."
"Audience, take out your tablets. We won't use The Wheel for Katana. We're going straight down the list. You vote and we do it. Category number one..." He didn't get a chance to say it, the audience could see them all on The Wheel and shouted it out.
"BOOBS!"
"What will it be, folks. We've got Fun Sized, Heavy Hangers, Udders and Plastic is Perfect. Remember with the last one you also get to vote on how big they go. Because CCs don't mean much to everyone, we use the volume of softballs, volleyballs and basketballs. That's 1250 ccs to 4600 ccs or 6500 ccs. Remember she's tiny. If she can't walk out of here we have a problem."
Katana, strapped in tight to the Throne, nodules attached to her temples, watched the tally on the scoreboard, her eyes widening then moving from the board to her chest. Alex reached over and unzipped the zipper at the center of her workout top, exposing her little A-cups, and attached the suction cups to nipples the size of dimes. Immediately, her boobs began to swell. Even bigger than Dixie's, they formed perfect spheres, two perfect volleyball-sized tits. Too wide for her chest, they'd be visible even from behind, get in her way and be impossible not to notice.
"What do you think?" asked Alex. "You wanted a boob job. You wanted to be a walking sex bomb. Be careful what you wish for."
The girl couldn't speak. They were embarrassingly huge. I couldn't take my eyes off them. Something about their weight, about knowing others would see Katana as a walking pair of tits made my pussy wet. I wasn't the only one. A thin wet line appeared on the crotch of Katana's leggings.
"I'll take that as a positive response," said Alex, eyeing her. Okay, audience, you know what's next."
The full options for her ass and hips began with the "Classic Apple" known as The Pippa, then went to the big, plump booty known as The Kim, the Bonecrusher (muscular with lots of projection), Twice the Fun, which doubled the current size, the Moneymaker which was big enough to make each step into a twerking contest. The last one was on the list was Wide Load. It didn't require description.
I knew the likelihood the audience would go with something modest was low, but gasped at the choice.
The Moneymaker.
"Here's where you're in luck," said Alex. "You're going to grow hips to twice your waist size with a butt to match, but having that tiny waist will keep this from getting too crazy. A nice fat ass. What is your waist, by the way, Katana?"
"Twenty-two, I think. Please. I'm sorry I—oh God..."
"Katana. What did we say about lying?"
"Twenty-four. I'm sorry."
"Forty-eight inches of butt. Look out. Maybe I spoke too soon when I said it wouldn't get crazy," said Alex as Katana's ass inflated, her thighs thickening in proportion. Her pink leggings stretched and strained, the stitching starting to go, the plump mounds around her pussy were swelling and clearly visible.
"Adios to all that time in the gym," said Alex, staring.
Next came her belly. The audience decided they wanted her to look thick and chubby, transforming her flat tummy into a jiggly one that hung just a bit over her pantyline.
Her skin, already youthful and smooth, became moreso, her light tan interrupted by permanent bikini tan lines that left her tits and ass pale and making them seem even larger, if that was possible. Permanent makeup in the form of heavy eyeliner formed. Her eyebrows arched. Her lashed thickened and lengthened to a degree everyone would believe they were as fake as her permanently two inch nails. She began to shake when her libido was cranked up; even if she'd been able to hear she wouldn't have been able to remember later it if she'd been told that it would become almost blinding when she was at her most fertile.
"Damn," said Milena. I agreed.
Her hair, I figured, would end up long and blonde. For her skin tone it was a better option than the others: bald, chestnut brown or black. Flame red, pink and blue were on the list, too, but I assumed they weren't that popular.
"Pink it is," said Alex.
When the audience voted her IQ down to 80, aka "The Mind Goes Pop," Alex stepped in and made an executive decision to bump her up to what they called "Life is Good," where she'd be functional and happy if also a bit simple. Given her libido, "Sex Fog" (when aroused erased all self-control) was too dangerous if they didn't want her to get arrested. "Up, Up and Away," with its 200 IQ making the person brilliant, garnered some support from those who didn't read the description and thought it would turn her into an airhead. Clothing was an easy choice — Party Girl -- a life of party dresses as tight as her workout gear. For the first time that day they went with Duck It, inflating them into two balloons pursed into a bow. Alex paused the transformation to ask her if she'd ever sucked a cock. Twice, she'd said, but it had made her gag and she didn't like it.
"We'll fix that," he said as the nodules buzzed. "The next time you try, you'll find your gag reflex is gone."
Just to be nice, the audience increased her height by two inches, but made up for it by giving her a piercing in her clit, which though engorged was as small as the rest of her had been. Her voice they left alone.
"Last one," said Alex. "Fetishes."
"Exhibitionist," was the first to appear on the scoreboard. Predictable. It's not like she'd have a choice looking that way anyway. The next one, pregnancy, surprised me and I was just as confused by what "Size Queen" meant as Katana/Catherine was.
"It means you'll be happiest when pregnant and in order to cum, you'll need a fat cock inside you. Eight inches at a minimum."
Katana looked like she might cry. She'd only had sex with one boyfriend. He'd been smaller than that, and it had been all she could handle. The idea of anything bigger—suddenly made her wet. She could feel something changing and tried to look but of course couldn't see past her tits. She felt empty down there, but also deeper and wider, ready for something to stretch her open, and put a baby in her.
Reading her mind, Alex informed her she now had a latex allergy making most condoms impossible. A resistance to birth control would make things even more exciting, he assured her.
"Have we learned our lesson?"
Katana, now completely naked and unstrapped from the chair, had two fingers up her pussy, was furiously rubbing her clit with the other hand, and squeezing one of her new tits quite hard.
"Okay then. Last question. For typical contestants, we give them a thirty- thousand dollar bonus opportunity. You aren't typical so we haven't given you a chance but, since you might need it, if you'd like to..." Here Alex winked at the audience. "Risk the Bump."
"What's that mean?"
"Let's put it this way. There's a very virile gentleman backstage. We know you aren't on birth control and there isn't any back there. But he is. And yes, he's sizable."
Katana, focused on her clit didn't understand.
"For thirty grand you can have sex with him and risk getting knocked up. Pregnant."
Katana frowned in confusion. "Of course," she said. "Gimme."
Alex laughed and the show's credits ran over an image of Katana, now with long pink hair, twin zeppelins bouncing upon her chest, and her leggings shredded, ass cheeks clapping loudly with each step, speed-walking toward the exit.
CHAPTER FOUR: REVENGE, A DISH BEST SERVED HOT
"Well," said Milena. "That was something."
"Something," said Tracy, with confidence.
"Shut up, Tracy," said Milena.
I asked Milena if she was nervous. She didn't answer, instead hopping to her feet when the production assistant opened the door. Tracy followed. That left me alone with Candace who, to be honest, I'd forgotten about.
"So what brings you here?" I asked.
"My boyfriend." She was so quiet it was hard to hear. "He hopes it'll make me hotter."
That didn't seem like the best reason but I said nothing.
"I like your dress."
"Oh, thank you. I like your...sweatshirt."
Candace smiled. "Hot, right?"
I laughed. "Oh yeah, I can barely take it." Adding: "You look nervous."
"Yeah."
Without thinking about it I moved next to Candace. Something about her felt vulnerable, and familiar. We were both going on the show and, like the rest, couldn't know how things would go except that serious changes were about to happen. I gave her a quick one-armed hug, which wasn't the type of thing I normally did. She surprised me by not resisting. I wanted to help her feel better but didn't know how so I just stroked her shoulder. After awhile she slowly sat back up.
"It'll be okay," I assured her.
"Liar," she laughed.
"True. Although, who knows?"
"The audience seems roughest when they don't like a contestant. I guess we'll just have to be likeable."
"Then I'm fucked," I said.
Her laughter was almost, but not quite, drowned out by the roar of the audience from the television as Milena and Tracy entered.
The episode began with a few clips from Tracy's first appearance, then Alex turned to Milena, asking her why she wanted revenge on the poor girl.
"Well, for one thing, she's not poor."
"You and your husband had already split, correct?"
"Well yes, but—"
"So that's not her fault."
"No, but—" Milena flushed. I could tell it wasn't going as she'd hoped. Alex was making her seem like the mean one and that could have dire consequences.
"Milena, you remember taking our personality tests."
"Yes."
"What they revealed is that you, Milena, deep down want to be a trophy wife, too."
"That's ridiculous."
"Is it?"
A video clip appeared on-screen. It was Milena in her interview apparently, but looking glassy-eyed and speaking in a monotone.
"What's your ideal life, asked a voice off screen."
"Umm," she muttered. "Not working. Wearing a bikini next to a pool. Being pretty. Just like...being a toy, an object to be taken care of...pleasure...cocks. Getting my tits sucked all day."
The audience hooted and applauded. Milena, bright red, blustered that they must have doctored the video.
"Milena, as you may have guessed, that bottle of water we gave you contained a mild, proprietary truth serum, with the side effect of causing spotty memories of the experience. As you can see, from our analysis, your deepest desire is to be a sex toy. This is how you put it, and I I quote, 'fucked like a slut every day. I love having my huge tits sucked but I need cock every day. My favorite would be a big black one. Black guys, I swear, they drive me crazy.' Endquote."
"Aww," said Tracy in an excited purr. "Titties."
"Shut up, Tracy," hissed Milena reflexively, slumping in embarrassment. "This is all your fault."
"Is it?" asked Alex. "Okay let's give Milena a break for a—" Alex stopped. Tracy had reached over and pushed a hand under Milena's top and begun massaging one of her boobs. Milena, instead of pulling away, seemed to be shivering in pleasure. Tracy, leaning over, was also exposing most of her chest, the high definition cameras picking up a light dusting of freckles atop each boob. It was almost enough to keep you from noticing her dress was riding up her hips, and that she appeared to not be wearing any panties. Almost.
"Milkers," said Tracy.
"Ladies? Umm. Tracy. Tracy!"
"Yes?" she replied, her hand still on Milena's boob.
"Tracy, tell us about yourself."
Tracy released Milena's boob. "You look strong."
"Thank you, but tell us about your life."
"Oh. It's really good. I mean, it's a lot of work keeping myself looking right so that, like, takes up a lot of time. And I've been taking classes."
"Classes? Education is important. What are you studying?"
"Umm, like how to pick out the best makeup and what to do if you have trouble finding clothes to fit your big boobies, advanced cock sucking and—"
"Okay! Well. That is quite a schedule."
"Learning how to swirl my tongue while deep throating at the same time took so much practice."
"I'm sure it did."
"Oh my god," said Milena, covering her eyes. "Are you for real?"
"Let's get to the game, shall we?" asked Alex. The audience applauded. "Here's how it works. The game is about the same, except you are spinning the Wheel of Fate not for you, but for the other person. The audience will shout encouragement, but all the choices about what happens to your opponent are yours."
"Wait," shouted Milena, "she gets to go too? That's not what I agreed to. You, or someone here, said it was a payback show, that I..."
"We just said that to get you here."
"Wait just a minute. How is this even a contest. It's just two people giving each other bigger butts."
"Let's not quibble. Time to learn who goes first. Coin flip time. What'll it be, Tracy, heads or tails?"
"Boobies."
"Okay then, Milena, heads or tails?"
"Heads."
"Giving head," said Tracy.
"Heads it is. Milena, you go first. Tracy, into the chair you go."
In the Green Room, Candace stifled a giggle. She still sat close to me. "Did she say 'giving head?'"
"She surely did," I said.
"Milena looks relieved."
"I guess by going first she'd have the advantage. Tracy might not be in any sort of shape by the end to even spin the wheel."
"I don't think she should be mad at Tracy."
"Yeah."
"Is it weird to say they're both super hot? My boyfriend would be into both of them."
"What's up with this boyfriend?"
"Oh. He's really great. He just, well he's a guy."
"Okay."
On the television, a flustered Milena was spinning the Wheel of Fate. It ticked slowly around, teasing one category after another until landing on—
"ASS!" shouted the audience.
Milena smiled wickedly. "You know, Alex, I could get carried away here, but I'm feeling merciful. Let's go with "Twice the Fun."
"'Twice the Fun' it is." With the push of a button he activated the nodules on Tracy's temples. Her mouth opened into a perfect "O" and her eyelids fluttered.
"Let's take a look, shall we?" said Alex. "Tracy, stand up."
She did as told. Sure enough, her butt had doubled in size, her 36" hips were now in the high forties. Sitting there next to Candace, I'll admit that I thought it looked good, catching myself for admiring what I thought of at the time as a fat ass.
Milena spun again getting a multiplier, which was of little interest to her as money was not why she was on the show, increased Tracy's libido to "Sex Fog" and gave her the belly of a woman in her fourth trimester. In a way, she was being oddly restrained, at least compared to what I was expecting. Giving her a chunky butt and pregnant belly somehow made her even more of a living sex- bot. Next, she got height. This too wasn't as exciting to Milena, but she did elect to "bring her down to size" and I finally learned what the white pod thing was when Alex lead Tracy to it, close the door, punched in some numbers on a keypad and, a few seconds later opened it to reveal that Tracy, previously 5'11 was now 5'4" and therefore just a bit shorter than Milena. The loss of height served to make the rest of her proportions even more extreme as they didn't shrink with her height.
"Fetish!"
"Now we can have some fun," said Milena. "I want her to have a pregnancy fetish."
"As a reminder to the audience," said Alex, "that means she will want to get pregnant and, as soon as she gives birth, she'll want to get pregnant again."
The nodules did their work. I could see no outward changes in Tracy, except that she began absent-mindedly stroking her round belly.
Milena spun again, again hitting "Fetish."
Annoyed, Milena quickly picked "Anal" from the list.
"With a butt like that, you almost have to," she explained.
Next came yet another Multiplier, the changing of her platinum blonde hair to an electric blue I thought, personally, looked better, followed by giving her piercings in both nipples and her clit.
"You look frustrated," said Alex.
"Well, I'm not getting the ones I want," she said, without elaborating. I had a feeling she wanted to lower Tracy's intelligence even further and was glad that hadn't happened yet.
"Two more to go."
Milena spun, getting yet another Multiplier and, for her final spin, Clothing.
"Clothing? How boring. Whatever, I pass," said Milena, clearly unhappy. She'd tried to seem like she'd dismissed the personality and preferences test and interview results, but hadn't.
"Are you sure?" asked Alex?
"Yeah, yeah. Let the ditz wear what she wants."
"Okay, what enthusiasm. You won $109,500 by the way."
"Well good."
"While overwhelming us with your excitement, change places with Tracy. Take a seat in the Throne and, Tracy, it's your turn to spin."
Tracy wriggled out of the Throne looking just as sexy as before, if softer and perhaps even more feminine, her dress seemingly glued to her expanded butt.
She stood off to the side, waiting for Milena sit in the Throne and for her arms to be clamped down and the nodules to be attached to her temples. Her posture seemed different. Watching from the Green Room, Candace and I noted she was more upright, more alert, possibly, then concluded it was our imagination.
"Are we ready, Tracy."
"I am, Alex. Looking forward to it."
At the sound of her voice, Milena's eyes darted in Tracy's direction. Something was off. Tracy sounded...normal. She had also spoken in complete sentences. Two of them. In a row.
"Realizing this is all left up mostly to chance, what are your hoped-for outcomes?"
"Uh, Alex," said Milena, with a little suspicion in her voice, "you might want to keep things simpler if you want her to understand."
"Well, Alex," answered Tracy, "after careful consideration I've decided to—"
"What the hell is going on? Why do you sound normal?"
"Uh oh," whispered Candace. "A twist!"
"Tracy, do you care to explain to Milena what's going on?"
Tracy clasped her hands in front of her rounded belly as if preparing a speech. Her red lacquered nails shone nicely against her gold dress. Her eyes leveled on Milena with startling clarity.
"I'll keep things simple. I think you believe the technology on this show can alter a personality, but that's not quite right. What it really does is allow the true you to come out. Isn't that right, Alex?"
"It is."
"But your...your..."
"Brains? Yes. That they can adjust, as devilish as that may be. Things could have turned out poorly for me but instead I hit the jackpot. After all those modifications giving me, let's be frank, an outrageous bimbo body I hit on "Intelligence." Here's where I got lucky. The audience chose Up, Up and Away, thinking it's a euphemism for "Airheaded," but it's just the opposite. When the Throne finished, I was just as surprised as anyone. I also realized how upset the audience would be and, having several spins left, I didn't want to risk their ire, especially if I landed on "Intelligence" again so I acted the part then as I have today. Such are the gifts of an IQ of 200. I've been having all sorts of fun with your ex-husband's money in the stock market by the way. It's worked out but, boy, if you want to talk about real gambling that thing—"
"But the classes on cock-sucking..."
"Smart girls like dick as much as the rest."
"This isn't right." Milena pulled at her restraints, her chest quivering with each attempt. "Let me go."
"I'm not going to hurt you, Milena. Truthfully, before all this happened, I was pretty shallow. All through my twenties and most of my thirties I was the person you thought I was when you met me. Lived for the weekend. Juggling boyfriends. Of course, I didn't look like this...but the point is I'm not mad at you. I like you. I tricked you and that was a bit mean, but fun. Do you really want to be back with your ex?"
"No. He's..."
"Kinda boring and bad in bed."
Milena laughed. "So why are you with him?"
"He's also kind and regrets how he treated you and is trying to be better."
"Yeah."
"He's also loaded."
"There is that. I have one question."
"Yes?"
"When you grabbed my boob earlier..."
"Ha. Sorry about that. What they did to my libido is real. They're spectacular. I love big naturals like yours. And you lactate? So jealous."
"Oh stop."
Alex took a step forward. "So now that we're all on the same page, to return to the original question, what are your goals for her, Tracy?"
"I want her to be happy."
The audience cooed.
"That's a very nice, sentiment—"
"I also want her to be comfortable being the fuck toy of her dreams."
"That's more like it. Audience, remind them what time it is. Remind them it's time—"
The response was deafening. "YOU! BET! YOUR! ASS!"
Milena's response was bleeped but it was easy to read her lips.
Tracy's first spin landed on Clothing.
"We begin where we left off," said Alex.
"There are some great options. I'm tempted by Less Is More since Milena did say she longed to just hang out in a bikini, but I'm going with pin-up looks. Fifties housewife."
The Throne zapped Milena into a state of feeling most comfortable in swing dresses and flowing skirts.
She spun again, electing to give Milena relatively sedate plumped up lips, then paid her back for shrinking her height by lowering her to 5'3" and tweaked her IQ so it evaporated when in a Sex Fog. Adios, willpower and common sense and coherent thought of any kind. If aroused, thinking straight would be next to impossible. Milena, who by this point was both terrified and turned on by what was happening, began panting from her position in the Throne, looking hungrily at Alex, her nipples rigid through her top, spotting with milk.
Tracy had her hand on the lever to spin the wheel when a klaxon horn sounded. Lights flashed. The audience and the host cheered but Tracy and Milena were clearly confused.
"Ah yes. Long time viewers of this show know that at random, for special guests, we offer a bonus choice. Sexuality."
Without hesitation, Tracy said she wanted Milena to be bi. "Very, very bi. To like high femme women," she added. "Big-titted, especially."
"So specific," said Alex, pressing the button. Seconds later, Milena's panting was directed at Tracy.
"Please," she said.
"Please, what?" asked Tracy, pulling up Milena's top.
"Ladies, the show..."
Tracy retreated to the Wheel of Fate, smiling, where in quick succession she gave Milena a masturbation compulsion and a desire to be of service.
"Ass!" hollered Alex after the next spin.
"This is an easy choice," said Tracy. "You didn't say whose trophy wife you wanted to be, so I'm going with mine. Wide Load, Alex."
Milena groaned as her hips swelled to more than sixty inches and double the size of her waist. It looked nice with what followed, a six-month pregnant belly.
"Fetish, again," announced Alex.
"I don't know if it should be called a fetish, Alex, it's really more of a preference, but it's on the list so let's go with what she mentioned in her interview. Embrace that desire. When it comes to men, she prefers color. Black men. That's her thing."
The Throne zapped. The black men in the audience stood to applaud. Milena smiled at them shyly.
"One more to go, Tracy."
She spun. When the Wheel of Fate stopped everyone but Milena laughed.
"Oh boy," said Alex.
"I was serious about what I said about big natural breasts, Alex. I love my big, fake looking ones on me, but to play with, that's another story. She's already lactating so we don't need to go with Udders. I guess that leaves one option."
As her breasts began to grow, Milena climaxed then passed out.
It took a minute or two to revive her and two stagehands to help her off- stage, her pendulous breasts still full and heavy but hanging just past her waist.
CHAPTER FIVE: CANDACE, BIGGER AND BADDER
"We need to make sure she's okay," said Candace.
I agreed, but how?
She pulled her somewhat scraggly hair back then over her shoulder as she tried to think of a plan, and took a nervous bite at a fingernail. Candace was, I realized, a pretty woman, but something about her demeanor—her lack of confidence—kept that from showing through.
"How about when they come for me maybe you could make a break for it?"
"I don't know. Did you see what happened to Katana because she made up some stuff in her interview? They don't seem very forgiving."
"I guess we could just ask?"
At that moment, the door burst open. I'll admit the first thing I saw was four pairs of tits. A second or two later I realized they belonged to Katana and Dixie. In my defense, Dixie was barefoot, clad in a pair of panties stretched to the breaking point, and topless. I know the camera is supposed to add five pounds, but her new boobs looked even bigger than they had on camera. They truly were the size of basketballs. Despite all I'd told myself about wanting to be skinny, I found myself admiring her, realizing I'd felt the same way about the other women who'd been "expanded." Her hips and ass were...lush. There was no other better word. It was all I could do to not reach out and touch them.
"Fuck," said Katana, arching her back to stretch out. Hers weren't much smaller. It would be awhile before she adjusted to their weight on her chest. "Fuck. They can't help us."
"How do you know that," I asked? "What's going on?"
"Do either of you have a cock? A big one. I didn't think so." Katana's pink hair had a bit of a disheveled bed-head quality that only added to her aura of desperation.
"She needs to cum," explained Dixie.
"Yes. I need to cum. You don't understand." Katana's hands were fluttering between her own breasts and pussy. She'd found a t-shirt emblazoned with the show's logo that, on her, was a crop top allowing a peak at the bottom curve of her breasts. Her leggings, such as they were, split down the sides and inner thighs, gave a shiny pink cast to her thickened hips and thighs. Katana, at least, had managed to hold onto her shoes.
"Oh I don't understand? Look at me. They doubled my libido, you know. And didn't you just get laid?"
"Yes. And he was great. Came in me twice and made me cum, but then he had to go back to work. Besides, that was, like, almost forty minutes ago."
"Umm, Dixie? Is that right? Dixie?" asked Candace. "Do you know you aren't wearing a top?"
Dixie looked down. "Oops. It's the exhibitionist thing. It's sort of second nature."
"I'm out of here." Katana spun on her heels, nearly lost her balance, stumbling until she caught herself against the wall and yanked on the door. Which was locked. "Oh my god. I can't believe this. If I don't get laid soon I'm going to lose my mind."
I knew better than to tell her that had already happened. Thinking back to that day, I'm almost surprised that I didn't anticipate what would become of her. In many ways, she would get what she'd always wanted—to be well-known. I'm just not sure if being one of the most well-known web cam girls known for, without fail, broadcasting twice daily fuck sessions with men offering the biggest cocks she could find was the way she'd aimed to be famous. I guess, too, you could say that her spots for a custom-made bra manufacturer specializing in larger chests, especially augmented ones, made her an influencer of some kind. What was the slogan? "They weren't cheap. Their bra shouldn't be either." Something like that.
Feeling it wisest to stay out of Katana's way, I wandered to the other side of the room. Dixie, resigned to being locked in the room and not as addled as Katana, joined me.
"Can I ask you something?"
"Of course." I tried my best to look her in the face.
"I know we don't know each other, but be honest, do you think I look...bad?"
I was taken aback by the question. "Bad?"
"I mean, my tits are massive. And this..." She turned around to give me a closer look at an ass with a big enough shelf it could serve as a wine bar. "It's just a lot, you know? Too much, maybe."
"Well, just about anyone who meets you will think about having sex with you. But that's not bad. I think you look amazing. It is true that it's hard not to think about what it might be like to touch you." I was aware of a warm dampness that even my Spanx couldn't control.
"You can, if you'd like."
I extended one slightly trembling hand to cup and lift her right breast. It was both heavier and softer than expected. My other hand cupped her other breast, brushing a nipple, which went instantly hard against my palm. Dixie gasped.
"Shit they're sensitive."
As if on its own, my right hand slipped to her waist, and over the curve of her butt before tracing a line upon her thigh and heading for the lacy wisp that remained of her panties. I'd never been with a woman before, or had thoughts of doing so, but then again I'd never been around a woman who looked and felt like this. Dixie stared at me with wide eyes but didn't tell me to stop.
"Gosh."
"It's a lot," she said.
"Yes, but it's nice."
"Hey," shouted Katana. "What are you two doing? It's rude getting off when other people can't."
"We're not doing anything," I said a bit too loudly and defensively, yanking my hands away.
Finally, the door opened. The production assistant paused for a moment in confusion when she saw Katana and Dixie, then called for Candace who went pale with nerves.
"It'll be fine. You'll have a great time," reassured the production assistant.
"Oh yeah. A blast," said Katana, who was eyeing a cucumber on the snack tray.
Before they could leave, I remembered Milena. "Can we see her," I asked.
"Yeah. Before I go on I want to see her," said Candace. "That's not a request. That's a demand."
The production assistant blinked. Such aggression from Candace was surprising. "Sure, no problem."
I'd been prepared to put up a fight and was disappointed I wouldn't have to, but mostly I was curious about Candace getting so assertive out of seemingly nowhere. I liked it. She needed more of it, in my opinion.
Dixie and Katana went off to, I guess, try to get laid while we trailed the production assistant down a corridor. "I'm taking you to the recovery room. It's where contestants to afterwards to relax after the show. Get a drink and properly fitting clothing if required, masturbate, that sort of thing. Your friends seemed more interested in getting laid so didn't stick around. We can't stay too long."
Well, you did turn them into bimbofied nymphomaniacs, I thought. What do you expect?
The production assistant opened a door. Milena lay splayed across a couch, her round belly curving prettily, hair a sexy mess slicked by light perspiration as she tried to hold her breasts up and together, Tracy sucking hard on one of them, the other dribbling milk, three fingers plunged deep into her pussy. Both of them cried out in rhythm, Milena because of Tracy, Tracy because some unknown stagehand was taking her hard from behind, her belly looking full and swaying with each thrust. No condom. I had a feeling her pregnant-looking belly would be a real one soon enough.
"Well," said the production assistant. "Satisfied?"
"I guess they are, umm, okay," said Candace, her voice cracking a little. All I could think was that it was good thing Katana wasn't there to see someone else get off. Okay, I also thought that I wasn't sure whose position I'd rather be in, Tracy's or Milena's.
"Let's go, Candace. You're up. Meredith, you can watch from back stage if you want. I'm guessing you aren't going to try and run off. You already know how we handle that."
I flushed. "Yes," I said.
Candace walked in small steps to the curtain marking the stage entrance, at the last minute turning to glance in my direction. I tried to give her an encouraging smile then the curtain opened and she was gone.
It took me a couple minutes to find a good place off stage to watch. Strangely, by the time I did, they seemed to be arguing. Alex sounded exasperated.
"Candace, you act like you're submissive, but from everything I see, deep down, you really aren't. In fact, what it says here in your personality profile that you're a dominant female supremacist, if a repressed one."
"That's crazy."
"What's crazy is you're here to please your boyfriend."
"How do you know that?"
Alex sighed. They have their ways, I thought. Besides, she'd told me and they probably had the Green Room bugged.
"We're very clear about the rules. Contestants must decide to play the game of their own accord. It has to be your choice. No one else's. I'm sure there's an ethical reason but we think it's more fun that way because then when someone wanders off looking like the latest and greatest sex toy she knows she, in a way, did it to herself. It also helps with embracing the changes."
Oh no, I thought, anticipating a Katana situation. She'd broken their rules and now they were going to teach her a lesson. That was so unfair. Candace wasn't anything like Katana. I took two steps in the direction of the stage so I might give all of them a piece of my mind when I felt a hand grab my wrist. It was the production assistant. She was stronger than she looked. In my surprise I didn't see the handcuffs until after she'd slapped them onto one wrist and cuffed me to one of the metal poles holding up the curtain. Without a word, she walked away.
"Sorry I lied," said Candace. She looked like she might make a run for it.
"Don't worry," said Alex. "We here at You Bet Your Ass aren't mad. In fact, we want to help. Because helping is what we do, as long as the helping involves someone walking away as a bimbo virtually unrecognizable to her former self."
At this, the audience tittered.
"I have no idea what you're talking about. I mean, come on, female supremacist? Like, someone who thinks women are inherently superior to men and maybe thinks a matriarchal society where men are subservient would solve a lot of problems?"
"Yes," said Alex. "Like that."
A couple women in the audience whistled and shouted encouragement.
"Candace, I believe you're blocked from expressing what you truly believe and want to be because you're afraid it's wrong. You're so afraid you went and got into a relationship with a guy who treats you like you are inferior, so much so that he makes you insecure about your appearance and sends you off to participate in insane game shows like this one. Does that sound about right?" Candace had no response so Alex walked over to the Throne and asked her to hop in.
"Why?"
"We have a setting called the Clarity. It won't do anything other than help you be you."
"If this is a trick and I end up cross-eyed and mindless I'm going to be pissed. Even if I'm too brainless to be pissed I'll find a way."
"It isn't. You know, for someone who claims she doesn't have an assertive bone in her body you sure sound like you known what you want."
"That's not quite what I said, but whatever." Candace slid into the Throne. Alex didn't use any of the restraints and fit the nodules onto her temples.
"Let's do th—" she said as he flicked a switch on then off. She jumped, as if electrocuted, then shook her head.
"The fuck?"
"Sorry it has a bit of a kick. How do you feel?"
She plucked the nodules free and bounced out of the chair. "Like I'm ready to make some changes."
"Well alright."
"Okay, you were right. Don't get cocky."
"So what will it be? Do you want to call it quits and take off or..."
"Have the audience give me basketball tits? No thank you."
"We're mixing things up this season. For you, because of your unique situation, we are offering all the Wheel of Fate and associated technologies have to offer, but completely under your control."
"I wouldn't have it any other way. Plus, when women take over maybe I'll put in a good word for you."
Alex laughed then realized she wasn't joking and flushed. Candace walked over to the Wheel, eyed it for a minute, then walked to the Pod.
"I'll take Height for a thousand, Alex," she said.
"Ah yes. How tall would you like to be?"
Candace who, like me, was about average height for a woman smiled as she answered.
"Six feet five inches."
Applause and whistling from the audience.
"That's six feet five inches tall. I don't want a six-five ass or whatever other shenanigans you might pull."
"You got it." He waited for her to get seated, closed the door, and began punching numbers into a keypad. Even though I'd already seen it in action, I thought this couldn't be real. Six foot five. I couldn't imagine being that size. You'd loom over everyone who wasn't a professional basketball player.
The Pod hummed. It lasted longer than it had before. I thought I heard a groan or something guttural come from within then it stopped, beeped, and the door popped open. Also different from before, a light mist floated out, out of which emerged a running shoe, torn out at the toes, ripped free by a much larger foot slapping to the ground. A hand with long, strong fingers grasped the side of the Pod. With a bit of a struggle getting through the door, Candace emerged, looking a bit dazed and, momentarily, unsteady on her feet, but as she got her bearings she stood up straight. Her loose gray sweatshirt was now too small. It rode up a bit over her stomach, revealed a more substantial chest than I realized she'd had, and the seams had torn out at the shoulder. Her jeans, too, previously loose, had popped some seams and looked more like culottes than regular pants. She had a nice waist and hips. She'd been hiding quite a lot under all that loose clothing but looked like she always had, sort of pretty in an unassuming way, if now she was the tallest woman I'd ever seen in person. Truthfully, I thought she looked spectacular.
"There we have it," Alex announced to the audience. "Six feet five inches and 212 pounds."
"Reading off my weight, too?"
"Uh. Sorry." Alex was noticing, as was I, that he was only as tall as her chin. "Damn," he said.
"Excuse me?"
"Not in a bad way." He looked like he had more to say but didn't.
She walked back to the Wheel then to the Throne where readjustments were required to get the proper fit, staring unhappily at the Wheel.
"Where's Strength?"
"Oh. We don't have it."
"That's unacceptable."
"We hadn't thought of it. I..." Alex trailed off. I could see he was trying to think of what to say to appease her. He'd yet to come up with something when the production assistant who'd handcuffed me to the pole jogged out, doing a poor job of disguising her bouncing chest, and whispered something in his ear.
"I was wrong. We can do it. It'll just take a minute to upload the program."
"Good."
"While we wait, here's what I want. For my butt, I want the Bonecrusher. That's almost all muscle, correct? With lots of projection?"
"Yes."
"Good. For my stomach I'll go with the Ab-solutely six pack. Skin—smoother is always good. Hair. Keep it the same except thicker and darker. My libido is fine. Intelligence, what the hell, let's go with Up Up and Away, right? More smarts never hurt anyone."
"Actually, if we give you a 200 IQ that would end up lowering your IQ by a small amount."
"Huh. I was repressed. You teasing me?"
"No."
"You sure? It's okay if you're flirting."
"I promise, I..."
"Relax. Next, I would like plumper lips. Let's go with Pillow Talk. Those are fun. Clothing, that's my business. Piercings, I would like one in my clit and tongue. My voice is fine and I think I'll pass on your list of fetishes and stick with my own. I think that'll do it."
Someone in the audience hollered out "Don't forget boobs!" She glared in his direction but said nothing.
"How are we doing on Strength?"
"It's close. Should be ready once we get through these. I've got them cued up."
"Let's do it."
From where I was off stage it was hard to see all the changes, except for The Bonecrusher. That I could see as it raised her several inches higher in the Throne, her back arching in response to it and to her tightening abdominals. Her hair grew lush and almost black. Her lips were instantly kissable.
"Wow," said Alex, offering her a mirror, something he'd not done with other contestants.
She took a look. "That'll do," she said. "So, Strength. We ready?"
"We are." He hit the button. Candace grimaced a little, then shook it off. "Wasn't I supposed to tell you how strong I want to be?" Looking down at herself, she added, "I look the same."
"Well, this one works a little differently." Several stagehands pushed out a palette holding a few pieces of gym equipment: a bench press, a squat rack and several dumbbells. "You use these. Over the next ten minutes, however much you lift with them, you'll develop the necessary muscle. After that you'll have to work out like everyone else to get the results you want."
Candace, having kicked off her mutilated shoes, walked over barefoot to the equipment looking a little skeptical. "I just lift and..."
"Get stronger."
"How much stronger?"
"Totally up to you. If you want to be in the next Olympics here's your chance, although after this broadcasts there might be some complaints about unfair advantages..." Alex stopped as Candace bent over to pick up a dumbbell in each hand, curling one toward her to read its weight.
"These are forty a piece? I—" My guess is she was about to say she couldn't lift forty pounds with one hand when everyone noticed a sizable bicep bulging from that arm, her tricep also swelling. Slowly, she pumped it the dumbbell five more times, then did six on the other arm. The result was biceps the circumference of my calves when relaxed. When she flexed, well, you can just imagine.
Next, she went to the squat press. Displeased by what was loaded on the bar, she bent to pick up the remaining weight, loading everything available onto it. As she did so I could see the muscles in her back and legs swelling slightly. I strained to see how much she'd put on.
"That's three hundred pounds," said Alex to the audience, his voice cracking a bit.
Candace bent beneath the bar, knees shoulder width apart, the bar positioned across her back and tentatively pushed upwards. At first there was no movement then, with a soft grunt, she pushed harder and the bar rose. Candace's shoulders grew wider and larger, as did her back. Her sweatshirt took the brunt of this assault, its seams ripping completely free at the shoulder, leaving her with a tank top and bits of material dangling from her forearms. But the growth was greatest in her legs, where with each thrust of the bar her thighs and calves inflated to at least twice the size of mine, then larger. Her butt, already big and muscular, didn't change at first and then it too, on the fourth lift, thickened with muscle. And her jeans? They had no chance, ripping out the inseams almost all the way to her crotch, the button on the fly popping free and the waist also tearing. She stopped at ten, which was a good idea. Her hips had muscled out so much I doubted a regular sized person would be able to reach their arms around them. I thought she might stop, but she moved to the bench press, loading it up with all the available weights as well, to three hundred and fifty pounds. Confident now, she pumped the bar up and down quickly, watching herself grow, her arms thickening throughout, her neck muscles bulging and chest expanding with muscle. Due to my small obsession with boobs I noticed hers flattened as their fat converted to muscle. Even her stomach muscles, visible under the sweatshirt she'd turned into a tank top and was now turning into a crop top, rippled and expanded. After ten, she easily returned the bar to the rack, then pumped the dumbbells a little more, getting little benefit as, by now, forty pounds hardly registered with her new body. Content, she stood, stretched and returned to the center of the stage. Everything about her now had definition, but the soft plumpness she'd had at the beginning had stayed with her, softening the lines of the muscle just slightly.
"What did you say? Two-twelve?"
"Yes."
"Where's a scale?"
"You can sit in the Throne actually and it'll calibrate anything you want."
She did so and he looked at a tablet then, having learned his lesson, showed it to her without announcing it to the world.
Candace whistled. "Two-seventy. That's a lot of added muscle. Hope I didn't overdo it"
"You didn't." Catching himself, Alex blushed. Candace laughed, stood, and without warning, grasped him under the armpits and lifted him up, holding him aloft without straining.
"This is more fun than regular weights."
He kicked a little. "Please let me down."
As she did so, he moved into his wrap-up for the show, saying he hoped things worked out for her, when someone in the audience hollered out to tell her about the black box. Alex ignored the person. Candace did not.
"You holding out on me?"
Alex sighed. "No. Okay, the Black Box is a small array of programs that we didn't put on the Wheel because we thought them too extreme—"
"More extreme than giving a woman tits the size of basketballs?"
"Point taken. I didn't make the decision. None of this was supposed to be public but, of course, it was leaked onto the Internet so now we get people like that guy hollering for it."
"So what are they?"
"It's stuff like growing a tail."
"Nope."
"Animal ears."
"Double nope."
"I don't remember the rest."
"Don't lie to me. I'll pick you up again and you'll have to pretend you don't like it."
Alex tapped away on his tablet and handed it over. Candace scrolled and shook her head at each option then stopped. She didn't say anything for a second, then let Alex see it.
"Is that...possible."
"It is." Alex now struggled to make eye contact.
"I think I need a minute to think about it."
"That's fine, we'd cut around here for commercial anyway."
"There is something I don't have to think about."
"Oh."
She turned to the audience.
"What did I forget?" she shouted.
In unison, they roared with glee. "BOOBS!"
"Oh yes," said Alex, back on familiar ground.
She looked at the options. "What's Fun-Sized? Are they shaped like a miniature Snickers?"
"Ah ha, well, no. They provide," he read, "'a youthful and natural shape that is proportionally just a bit too big for the woman's body type.' If you see someone and you think they have to be fake but they also look natural, that's Fun-Sized."
"Let's do it."
She settled into the Throne, reaching down to rip off what remained of her sweatshirt. The last threads and shredded cups of what had presumably been a black bra lay loose upon her breasts which, I had to admit, even in their more muscular state were lovely.
She shut her eyes. He flipped the switch and it began. At first they appeared as they had before she'd become so strong, softer but still modest, then swelled up and outward into twin tear drops that would please most women, but they didn't stop, continuing to grow, pressing against her biceps and coming together to form deep cleavage. Her nipples, small compared to what I'd seen so far today, which is to say big by normal standards, rose in rigid salute. Due to her overall size, I had trouble guessing what they might be. On someone my size they'd be in the middle of the alphabet. On her, they were triple-Ds. Maybe F.
"Damn," she said, in approval, lifting then dropping them.
Alex handed her a tank top with the show's logo on it, telling her it was the largest they could find. It almost fit, riding up her firm belly and bulging against her new chest.
"Now about the other item."
"Ah yes."
"Let's go, cowboy."
The audience murmured in anticipation as Alex readied the Throne. At first, nothing appeared to be happening. Since I didn't know what to look for I didn't know where to look and when I did see it, I assumed I was mistaken. Her panties, black and still somehow holding up under difficult conditions, were swelling in the front. A long, thick shape was forming in them. It took me much too long to realize that Candace, the woman who'd been so shy she didn't like looking up from her phone when I'd met her earlier that day, was growing a cock, and a substantial one at that. Proportional to the rest of her, and then some, it strained against the material, curving upwards, until the pressure became too great and the head popped free of the panties. There was, of course, a lot excited hollering in the audience as it came to rest, thick and veiny, across her thigh. Soft, I'd be lucky to be able to get my fingers all the way around it. I pitied anyone on its receiving end.
Candace, of course, was the last one to witness her new equipment. She held it cautiously, as if she wasn't sure what to do, then gave it a light squeeze, watching it stiffen a bit in her hand. As she did so, she slipped her other hand between her thighs.
"Still there," Alex reassured her. The production assistant raced out holding a pair of pale blue shorts. They were big and stretchy workout shorts cut just under the butt, something Katana would have liked, and would do little to hide her cock, but it was better than walking around with it swinging free. Or that's how some people would feel. I didn't mind the thought at all.
Candace slipped them on. She still hadn't said a word.
"Well...?" asked Alex.
"Goddamn. I cannot wait to fuck someone with this."
I'll admit I laughed along with Alex and the audience.
"Funny you should mention that, Candace." Alex looked both pleased and nervous. "We do have a little surprise for you. If you like it, it was my idea. If you don't, it wasn't."
"I'm not big into surprises, Alex."
"When you first interviewed with us, we were curious about many things, so one of the things we did was look into your boyfriend. We actually sent someone to his house to interview him. I think she posed as a Census worker. Well, as you may have noticed, many of the women who work at You Bet Your Ass have elected to access the Throne's technology."
"If the surprise is he cheated on me with one of your employees that's a crappy surprise."
"Oh no, not at all. He certainly gave her the once over and that distracted him, as we'd hoped, into taking one of our personality assessments. Why he believed it had anything to do with a census is hard to imagine."
"She had big tits."
"I guess that explains it."
"Continue."
"Well, to no surprise, your boyfriend is overcompensating wildly. Under a truly grating bro-tastic façade, he graded out as fairly submissive. Tell us, how was he in, so to speak, the sack."
Candace didn't mince words. "Selfish."
"He was there to get his."
"Yes. More game than follow through. A tendency to exaggerate. How should I put this. He says he's five-eight when he's five-six."
"I follow."
"And, no, I can't give you a good reason why I stayed with him other than that I was...not myself."
"No explanations needed. But it does take us to the surprise. You see, Candace, he's here."
"Who is?"
"Your boyfriend. Back stage in an office. Confused as hell, incidentally, but he also has no idea where he is. If you don't want to see him we'll just let him go like an undersized trout."
"No, I think I'd like to see him. Yeah. The hell with it. Bring him out."
A few moments later, onto the stage shuffled a confused man with dark cropped hair in a rumpled, untucked white button-down that failed to disguise a slight belly. Both hands were jammed into the pockets of black blue jeans. The audience booed.
"Welcome to "You Bet Your Ass," Mike. I'm Alex."
Mike cautiously shook his hand, eyeing Candace, but without recognition.
"Now Mike, you known our show."
"Sure," he muttered nervously. "I'm a fan."
"Your girlfriend applied to be a contestant in fact."
"Oh?"
"Mike, cut the crap," said Candace.
"Candace?"
"Yes?"
"Holy shit, you're..." His eyes drifted down her body. "Woah. Umm."
"Mike, why don't you sit down?" Alex gestured toward the Throne.
Without looking where he was going, his eyes still locked onto Candace, specifically her cock, Mike backed up and sat in the Throne. Very casually, Alex walked over and in a quick motion snapped both arm restraints closed. Mike thrashed back and forth, cursing.
"Settle down. This is just to keep you in place."
For the next several minutes, they caught Mike up, telling him everything they knew about him and about how he'd treated Candace and, it turned out, many other women. By the end, he was pleading and apologizing, unsure what he should be afraid of, but sure there was something.
"Candace," said Mike. "What happens next is up to you."
"I'm tempted to give him a big set of tits."
At this, the audience went ballistic. The ratings for this show, I'm sure, were through the roof.
"But instead, let's take him to the Pod."
"Excellent."
Mike tried to make a run for it when the restraints came off, but Candace grabbed him, lifted him and carried him to the Pod with one arm as if he was a football, pushing him inside and slamming the door shut. I couldn't hear the conversation that ensued but when the Pod stopped humming and the door opened, a different, much smaller Mike emerged, blinking and confused why his clothes were practically falling off him. Only when he realized he wasn't even quite at eye level with Candace's chest did he understand what had happened.
"Four-foot ten," said Alex. "As requested. Body mass reduced by a differential proportion so the subject is now thinner and weaker. With extra reduction to the specialized areas. One hundred and fifteen pounds, or thereabouts."
"You fucking—"
"Careful," warned Candace. "Or you'll go back in there."
Mike went pale and said nothing, then raised a shaking hand.
"Yes," said Candace.
"May I ask a question?"
"My god this is easier than I imagined," said Alex.
"You may."
"What are 'specialized areas?'"
Candace gestured in the direction of where his belt would have been if it still fit him. Mike pulled his jeans forward and looked down, gasping.
"But why?"
"Because with three inches you'll have to learn to be much more attentive if you want to please a woman. Now get in the chair."
Mike didn't resist, and allowed himself to be strapped in.
"What do we have in mind?" asked Alex.
"Well, he has very little body hair and was never muscular, now even less so. I want him to still appear as a man, just a very small one. I'd like locker rooms to be uncomfortable. I think he'd look good with the Kim."
"Oh wow."
"Can we do that?"
"Of course."
Moments later, Mike was a hip-heavy, pear shaped owner of a spectacular (and big) ass.
"And smallish boobs. Like the Bs I had. Just enough to be hard to disguise. Not enough to turn on a guy like he used to be."
"Candace, please," was as far as he got before the shock hit and two perfectly proportional if modest breasts rose under the tent that was his shirt.
Alex pointed at an option on his tablet. Candace nodded. Again the button was pushed. I could see no visible changes, but when he came to he didn't seem quite all there, it was as if he hadn't quite woken up, and wouldn't. They'd given his intelligence a whack, taking him down to a still useful if basic level where he'd be less likely to get ideas of any sort, rebellious or otherwise.
"I think that's enough," said Candace.
"Thank you," said Mike. To whom it was unclear.
The show ended, Alex announcing he needed a break and heading off for water. The production assistant returned to uncuff me, without apology, and I went looking for Candace, wandering the hallways until I heard a high pitched panting coming from the recovery room. I opened the door to a view of Candace's Bonecrusher. Barely visible was the source of the noise, Mike, bent over the sofa, as she pushed into him. Hearing the door, she looked over her shoulder. I wanted nothing more than to leave them to it but she motioned me to come in.
"I want him to know someone else sees this, too." For some silly reason I tip- toed over to the couch. I caught Mike's eyes. They weren't focusing on much, each thrust eliciting a cry of what sounded like both pain and pleasure. Candace's cock was thick and surely too much for him. His small breasts bounced with her pounding and his ass, which from this angle looked especially wide and soft, slapped against her pelvis.
"Almost there," said Candace, stopping her thrusts and instead pulling and pushing him off her by grasping his hips. "There we go. I'm using you to jerk off, Mike. Does that feel good?"
It seemed to, his (very diminished) penis wasn't quite hard but had begun spurting little drops of cum in sync with her banging into him. Then she stood, pulled him upright to her chest, and drove the full length of her shaft into him as she came. I could see her balls swell and rise as she did and soon a great deal of cum began leaking down his thighs. She let him down softly, pulled her cock from inside him and stepped back.
"I know, I know. That was rough, but it won't always be like that. I just need him to know what I'm capable of."
"Yeah." It had been a bit rough, but now all I could think about was Candace standing there, with her big tits, bulging muscles and heavy cock swinging between her legs. If she'd wanted to, she could have taken me right there.
Right then the production assistant barged in looking for me. I was late and she was annoyed. I almost gave one of her nipples a tweak to calm her down but didn't. The last thing I heard before the door closed was Candace telling Mike it was time for round two.
CHAPTER SIX: THE "INCIDENT"
Telling the story of what happened to me on the show is a bit difficult. For one thing, there are things I don't remember, for another it was the most intense experience of my life and it's hard to express. I wonder at times if I'd prefer to have ended up a sex-crazed, overinflated Barbie like Katana or Dixie or even Tracy. The closest person I've met to a superhero is Candace. Naturally, I've wondered what it would be like to be here. What happened to Milena is the closest comparison, but even before she became the owner of breasts that lie in her lap and seemingly produce milk around the clock she'd been this fairly hot experienced woman with a G cup. It's not that I'm complaining. Things worked out well. My turn on the show went back to the traditional format. (Just my luck.) I've told you already about some of the less exciting changes, becoming a blonde and getting a serious set of lips. I was unhappy when I spun and landed on Ass and the audience hit me with "Wide Load," though I should have seen it coming. Alex opened my segment by sharing that I'd graded out as slightly dominant, which didn't surprise me, with a strong desire to nurture, which did.
He also shared my unfortunate obsession with oversized boobs (one shared by the entire You Bet Your Ass audience, mind you) and that, at 150 lbs., I thought I was fat. He also told them there was a lot to suggest that, deep down, I desperately wanted to be fat but was afraid if I let myself start gaining weight I'd never be able to stop. I know he was right about the second part. The first? Maybe. I certainly remember being enraptured by all the swollen bodies I saw that day.
Oh. And he even told them I was wearing Spanx. How he knew is anyone's guess, but I'll tell you, they did not last very long when I grew a sixty inch ass. I think knowing that kind of did me in. It's not that they were mad at me, I sensed I was a pretty welcome contestant, it was just too tempting to do what they did.
The rules of the game, of course, guarantee a contestant will end up heavily "modified." There's no way around it. The money is the lure, and some people make out really well, but at a pretty high cost. I was on track to do fine. I had ten thousand in the bank after getting my hair and lips and butt done along with getting nailed with a fetish for nursing, which was sort of a relief since, to be honest, I kind of already had one. I'm surprised they didn't know about it but it goes to show no one is perfect.
Before I explain what happened next, it's important to understand one of their many rules. Like most of them, it's a catch-22. If you really didn't want a result from a spin you can skip it, but as a penalty you have to accept either two additional spins or give the audience free rein to do whatever it wants. Skip a second time and you don't even get to choose spins, you go straight to being at the audience's mercy. They can't stick you with the one you're skipping but everything else is fair game. For most women, that means you'll be spending most of your winnings on custom bras.
With six spins to go I landed on Belly and this is where the trouble started. The audience, knowing how I worried about being fat, did exactly what I feared they'd do, selecting "Stacked," which means you get a double "stacked" belly with two big fat rolls in it. I have one now, and it's much bigger than what I would have needed to grow when I was smaller but all I could imagine was leaving the show with a huge ass and belly and my little B cups and how it was the exact opposite of what I'd hoped for so, without thinking enough, I passed. My luck did not improve. I now had eight spins to go and my first one landed on a "Look." There are a great many the audience can choose from and I was hopeful I'd get some beach Barbie or porn star or cheerleader makeover and walk into work to see how my bosses handled Meredith with the new fake titties like the women's photos they looked at on their computers when they thought no one was looking. There's even one called "Mommy May I" that's good for nurturing types. It helps a woman identify men and women who need to suckle, to nurse. You grow huge 40K naturals and are plump but too bad. Bigger than I was, but not that much more. She dresses casually. It's fine. So fine that Alex said it was the closest one to my natural profile, hinting the audience should go in that direction.
They didn't.
Instead, by an overwhelming vote, they selected "Breeder." This is where things got real. Getting pregnant becomes an obsession. It's the only thing that makes you truly happy. They hook you up with adoption and surrogate agencies and you basically turn into a huge-hipped, baby-making factory. And twins are almost guaranteed, if not triplets. True, like the other "Looks" it came with more money, forty thousand dollars, but that didn't seem like enough. I just couldn't do it. Knowing the audience couldn't choose it again if I skipped it I took the risk that enough of them would back off and be somewhat merciful. This, too, was a mistake.
They went with the "Full Body" modification. The one that had given Dixie and HourglAss figure and left other extremely top heavy or extremely pear-shaped, all of which I was hoping for instead of what they chose which was the inimitable Whale of a Good Time. What happens is quite simple. Your roll a six-sided dice three times (one side is zero). The number it comes up with will be your new weight. They hook you up to the Inflation Station and pump something into you that's both stratospherically caloric and quickly metabolized. On top of that, like all changes made on the show, various chemical cocktails make it impossible to lose the weight. For all that you get a hundred thousand dollars, which is a lot of money, but still. So basically I had strategized myself into a worse situation than I'd started in. Foolishly, I figured my luck would change and I'd roll something like double zeros then a two. That didn't happen.
First roll: 3.
Second roll: 7.
Third roll: 2.
Three hundred and seventy-two pounds. I couldn't believe it. Everything after that point gets blurry. I remember being in my shredded Spanx and bra. I was strapped into a very soft, forgiving chair that reclined quite a bit. A tube strapped to my head was pushed to the back of my throat.
"You know," Alex said brightly, "you'll definitely get the boobs you wanted out of this deal. I think in one of our questionnaires you said you wished you had a natural G cup. Does that sound right?"
I couldn't answer because my mouth had been gagged shut by a tube running to the back of my throat.
"By our calculations, to get you to a true, natural G cup, you'd have to put quite a bit of weight on. We all gain weight in different places. You gain most of it in your bottom half so that makes things a bit more challenging. By our calculations, you'll go up a cup size for every twenty to twenty-five pounds you gain. So that's good news."
I grunted, or tried to, everything was so tight no sound escaped.
"Here we go."
The pump, at my side, hummed to life. Pale liquid began easing up the tube. I could barely taste it as it hit my tongue and went straight down my throat. There must have been a sedative in it because while I didn't fall asleep, things did slow down and get hazy. Reflexively, I swallowed, keeping an eye on my belly, which almost immediately began to rise. Soon I looked a few months pregnant and I was sure I'd burst when the pressure suddenly relaxed, replaced instead by a tingling throughout my body. It's hard to describe but I felt thicker everywhere.
"You should feel it turning to fat now," said Alex. "I'm told it tingles."
A scale hooked up to the chair tracked my weight, which was already at 165 lbs. When I reached two hundred it felt familiar, this had been my heaviest. At that weight my thighs rubbed together, my belly pooched over my panty line and my face just began to lose its angularity. My tits did grow and I'd guess where a big C if not a D. What I didn't expect was to be aroused, but I was. With the sedative, it distracted me from panicking over what was happening. It seemed normal that I was being fattened up.
At 250 lbs. I truly felt fat. There would be no denying it. Now you are truly fat, I thought to myself. I was dimly aware of a desire to remove my bra. Why had I not taken it off? Why had someone not taken it off? It would turn out to be maybe my biggest mistake of the day.
At 300 lbs. my breasts pushed free of the cups, thankfully, and they were looking pretty stupendous I must say. They were not, I realized big enough to mask my belly. Even though I was flat, I could see the double rolls forming. Already I had the true double-stacked belly I'd tried to avoid and that got me into this mess.
The scale ticked from to 347. Since I was still reclined my boobs lay round and heavy, when standing they'd hang heavy and full. As promised, they'd grown tremendously, but so had the rest of me.
After that, it seems like quite awhile has passed before I realized something was wrong. I looked at the scale.
384...389...395...
Wait. What, I wondered, happened to 372? Why was the pump still pumping? Why was Alex banging away at the on/off switch and cursing? The switch didn't seem to be moving when he tried to flip it on then off. It wasn't until later we figured out what had happened. A tiny glass jewel glued at the center of my bra popped off under the pressure, shot off my chest and landed in the gap around the on/off switch, jamming it into the on position, but doing so in a way that was hard to spot, especially in a moment of panic. Panic also being the only way to explain why someone didn't simply unhook the tube from my throat, or cut the line, anything.
405.
I continued to swell, just able to see the scale in my peripheral vision rise to 430. It slowed down thankfully at 435 then I felt like a balloon being inflated, if balloons were inflated with fat. The fat swelling my thighs increased the pressure on my clit and I feared I might cum on national television while being fattened to unimaginable proportions. My double stacked belly deepened and spread further across my lap. By the time I could concentrate enough to look, I weighed over 480 lbs. I was dimly aware of a stagehand flailing away at the pump with a hammer, another attacking it with a blow torch, sparks flying.
And then it stopped. I tried to look at the scale but couldn't turn my head as far as I needed to. Later, I'd realize the cause was the new fat under my neck. Still, I was pretty sure I saw the number five.
"Hoo boy," said Alex, removing the tube. "Sorry about that but hey, look at those boobs. You got what you wanted and then some."
This was true. They'd passed Gs long ago. A 54J would be the size I'd eventually find worked the best. They merged with a fat roll running beneath my arms and stopping somewhere on my back.
"So...can you walk?"
I told him I thought I could. I'm better at it now, but when you gain well over three hundred pounds in a half hour that's a big adjustment.
With a stagehand on each side, I slowly waddled to the stage exit while Alex talked to the booing crowd saying due to equipment issues they would have to stop the game. I was still making my way to the exit when he joined us.
Candace met all of us at the exit, but only looked at Alex. "You have to do right by her," she said.
After that I truly don't remember anything but they tell me that's when a slight young man appeared in their midst. He was a member of the audience and, in all the commotion associated with my situation and the crowd departing he'd slipped back stage. He lived in my apartment complex. We'd met, though he was sure I'd forgotten him. (He was right.) Using a van from the show, he and Candace took me home. Even for Candace I was a lot to handle but she got me inside.
CHAPTER SEVEN: JENNI'S NEW REALITY
I slept a lot that first week. Between a neighbor, the slight young man and Candace stopping I was well looked after and it was nice having them there to supervise the renovations, on the show's tab, mind you. Candace, who by then had her own frustrations with finding clothes, was nice enough to measure me and do the hard work of finding clothes in my size. 5x. 6x. It's not in every department store. I was hesitant, but went ahead and "asked for the damage," meaning my measurements. She said she'd tell me, but not if I talked about it that way. I agreed, happily.
"Sixty inches across the bust. Fifty three at your waist."
"My hips?" They'd always been my widest point. I knew that hadn't changed. Chairs were not kind.
"Eighty-three."
It took a minute to take that in.
"I'm bigger around than I am tall. By a lot."
"So?" asked Candace.
"So...I guess...so what?"
"Very good."
"I wonder how much I weigh."
"We weighed you while you were conked out at the show. You were 510 then. They said you might get a little bigger."
"Gosh. Yeah. I think I am. But not too much."
My first day of feeling fully awake was the same day my milk began to come in. I don't know when I began nursing the slight young man, when the slight young man became the boy. We'd spent many hours together by then talking. I knew he was single, kind and more of a beta male than I was used to.
I didn't tell him to start nursing and he didn't ask. It just happened. There was a magnetic quality to it.
"What have I become?" I remember asking him. "This enormous...milk machine."
"I think you're beautiful" was his response.
We tried that night to make love but my bulk combined with his limitations made it difficult. Big as I am, it's still quite possible but, for all his good qualities, he's small, a bit over four inches so quite a bit below average. I told him it wasn't the most important thing, because it isn't, and there were other ways to play, because there are.
Plus, there were toys. I guided him to my special drawer. The largest was ten inches, given by a friend as a joke. I had, once, tried to use it. Its width made taking more than six inches impossible and it had made me cum, but I was sore for a day afterwards and worried I'd stretch myself out too much. Now I had a feeling it would be a different story.
"It's all the way in" he said as my entire body quaked in orgasm. One thought making its way through: I could take more.
A couple months after the show, I got a call from Candace. She'd caught up with Milena and Tracy. After Tracy got pregnant (it was still early but her belly was apparently ahead of schedule), she'd left her husband and moved in with Milena. Between them they were set financially. She wasn't sure of their status. A handsome Jamaican guy had been hanging around rubbing suntan lotion into Milena's back. She still had that dreamy look to her but had managed her dream of spending a lot of time at the pool. It was one place where her breasts didn't weigh her down as much.
"She asked about you," said Candace. "I told her you were doing well. Just adjusting like all of us."
"I'd like to see her. We could have a pump date. See who can pump the most milk."
"You joke, but I bet she'd like that, and I bet you would, too. In six months or so Tracy could join in."
Dixie, she'd heard, had headed back south. When it came to Katana, Candace hadn't spoken with her, but had heard she was also pregnant and performing live sex shows on the Internet. Other than looking like a caricature of a porn star hooked up to a bicycle pump her thing was her ability to take the biggest cocks around.
I asked about Mike. She said he was good and nearly perfectly trained. To no surprise, Candace had left her job (insurance apparently). A bit surprisingly, she was starting a construction business.
"It gets me outside where I can lift heavy things."
"That's sort of hot," I said, without thinking. "Sorry."
"Don't be."
A few days later, while the boy was at work, I pulled my little secret from the closet. It was quite the contraption. If you didn't know what it was it looked like a metal box on a tripod. Add a few attachments and it became what it was, an industrial strength fucking machine. Angled just right, I could plow myself deep for a long time. My favorite cock to use with it was a good fourteen inches. I didn't need all of that, but the extra length was to help navigate, so to speak, the depth of glory, i.e. my fat thighs.
I'm slow with everything these days, but I got it set up, and after a rest lay on my back and turned on the remote control, feeling the head of the toy slip between my fat, wet lips. I soon had it on a setting that was giving me a nice pumping, freeing both hands to lift and play with my fat belly and tits. Milk began to leak and I pulled a nipple into my mouth, then had an idea and patted around in the nightstand for my breast pumps, attaching both. The feeling of having my udders milked while getting fucked was too much too handle.
I was on the verge of cumming for the third time when I heard a knock on the door.
Barely coherent, I yelled out asking who it was.
Candace.
"Coming," I yelled, adding in a whisper, no pun intended.
I got up, no easy task but in my haste neglected to throw a blanket over the "device" or even close the bedroom door. I waddled my big self into the living room and to the door, wearing only a huge night-shirt that hung well past my knees. It was not appropriate for answering the door, but I'd seen Candace fuck her boyfriend with a cock as thick as my arm so I guessed we were past being shy.
Eventually, I got to the door. Candace wore a weightlifting gym shirt with the neck and sleeves torn out. It was loose over her muscles and almost loose over her bust. Her shorts, too, were loose basketball shorts that hung low and did a good job of disguising certain things. My god she was strong.
I apologized, telling her I'd been napping. She smiled in a way that made me wonder if she believed me then pointed at my chest. I'd removed the pumps but they'd continued to lactate. Two large wet spots had spread across the fabric, clinging it to the top of my fat belly.
"Oh lord, give me a minute to change." More annoyed than embarrassed, I made the slow walk to my bedroom, realizing I'd not closed the door and left everything out in the open. Candace wouldn't be scandalized, but I liked to keep some things private. Turning to close the door, I found Candace instead. Immediately, I felt hot, almost faint. She almost had to duck to enter the room. With the light behind her she filled and darkened almost the entire doorway.
"I forgot to ask what brings you over," I said, nervously.
She took a step towards me. "I came over to help." She glanced over and saw my new contraption.
"I..."
"That looks fun."
I tried to say that it was but my throat was dry.
"Jenni."
"Yes?"
She stepped closer. "Are you nervous?"
"Yes."
"Don't be. I've tried to just see you as a friend. We've both been through a lot. It seemed wisest. But it's not working for me. I need to know your thoughts."
I tried to speak but couldn't. I kept staring at her biceps.
Candace lifted up my shirt and ran a large hand over the bottom of my belly apron. I shivered but was about to tell her to stop, that we should talk, or something, when I felt her erection. A weakness. And a fascination.
Without thinking I blurted out that she felt huge and began stroking her through her shorts, feeling her pulse and lengthen with each stroke. Soon I was on my back, holding up my belly apron as Candace moved over me, pushing my hands to the side. Our lips, soft and plump met. She released my hands and I reached down to pull up my belly. She helped then, and I wished I could have seen past my belly to see her do it, looked to be stroking her cock and pushing it past my thighs, soft with cellulite, and between my lips. I grabbed at the bed sheet in anticipation, feeling the head of her cock push through my fat and find my soaking pussy.
"You're ready."
I could barely speak. "Please" is all I could manage.
Slowly in one consistent motion she slipped her entire length into me, stretching me, and as her heavy balls pressed against my pussy I felt her bottom out. It was almost too much. Almost. I wrapped my arms around her rippling mid-section as she plunged in and out in a steady motion that seemed designed to tease. The minutes ticked by and still I sat on the edge of cumming.
"Please," I said, not wanting to be bossy, but feeling desperate.
"Yes?"
"I need it. More. Faster."
"Harder?"
"Beg."
"Oh fuck. Please. Fuck me. Harder."
"You want it harder? Who's pussy is this?" Candace's eyes had darkened. So this was her true side. I was both intimidated and overwhelmed in the best way.
"It's your pussy," I whispered. Of course she made me say it louder, and the louder I said it, the harder she fucked me until, right as I came I felt her expand and explode inside me.
Dizziness. Panting. Eventually I came to and could focus on her. She remained on top of me, and inside me. Gentle now. Stroking my face, cupping my breasts, sucking from them. I waited for her to soften and withdraw. Neither happened. Her mouth on one of my leaking nipples, I felt her stiffen inside me. Her slow stroke resumed. |
19,520 | You Bet Your Wife - Episode 13 | VaVaVoom_UK | NonConsent/Reluctance | 2021-10-07 | 2021-10-07 | 2022-01-01 15:47:42 | 1 | literotica.com | https://www.literotica.com/s/you-bet-your-wife-episode-13 | A game show where every wrong answer is paid for sexually. | ['Couple', 'Degradation', 'Game', 'Humiliation', 'Married', 'Tv', 'Wife'] | 4.59 | I would like to thank 'Quale' for his permission to use the premise and plot from "[You Bet Your Wife](https://www.literotica.com/s/you-bet-your-wife- episode-01)" to create an episode from the show. Those who have read "You Bet Your Wife" will notice similar dialogue, if not the same in places, this is because, like any other game show the introduction, and explanation of the rules are the same week in, week out. And I didn't want to detract too far from 'Quale's' original show idea.
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"Hello, and welcome to You Bet Your Wife. The show where only the contestant's wits can stop us from using his wife on national TV," boomed the unseen announcer. "Now let's give a big welcome to our host and the sexiest, kinkiest star in Hollywood, Zoya Takoni."
A bright spotlight shot across the dark stage to reveal Zoya strutting across the stage. Her welcome consisted of nearly as much whopping applause. Zoya as always clearly enjoyed the attention and rewarded the audience with a confident sexy walk.
Today she was wearing a somewhat conservative outfit compared to her usual attire, a pink figure hugging silk dressing gown.
At the center of the stage a sleek couch waited by itself for the host. Just big enough for two people to both sit on it was clearly designed to force its occupants into close contact. Zoya stopped in front of the couch waiting as the audience quieted and the lights rose on this stage. Zoya stood in the middle of a glass stage empty except for herself and the couch. This stage was now brightly illuminated both by spotlights and a multitude of small lights shining up through the floor but nearby the outline of another circular stage was visible but its contents were obscured by darkness. Flashing a naughty smile Zoya address the audience,
"Welcome to the 13 th and final show of this series! But don't despair, a new series will be following shortly!"
After the cheers died down, she asked
"Are you all ready for me to win someone's wife again?" "Well then let's meet tonight's contestant!"
The deep voiced announcer broke in again,
"Give a big hand to our contestant, Daniel from South California."
A new spotlight announced Daniel's entrance. He was fashionably dressed in dark anti- fit jeans and a tight fitting T-shirt. An athletic build along with short blonde hair and piercing blue eyes completing his look as an attractive young professional. Coming up to Zoya, Daniel lent forward and kissed Zoya on both cheeks in pure false show biz style. Zoya warmly kissed him back, slowly tracing her hand over his chest as they met.
"Hi Daniel, congratulations on qualifying for You Bet Your Wife." Following Zoya's gesture, Daniel and Zoya sat on the couch, its short length unavoidably pushing Zoya's bare legs up against Daniel.
"Before we start the game tonight maybe you could tell us a little bit about yourself, Daniel." asked Zoya with an obvious attraction to the male contestant.
"Well I'm a 25 years old Building Engineer" answered Daniel, his voice sleek and smooth, keeping lustful eye contact with Zoya as he spoke.
Zoya noted Daniel's British accent.
"So do I detect a British accent?"
"Yes, I originally lived in the UK," replied Daniel.
"So what made you move to the USA?" Zoya probed.
"Work! I was offered an excellent opportunity within the company however it meant me moving to the USA."
"So what does your wife do?" asked Zoya "Kirsten is an Accountant." "Those are pretty different jobs, how did you two meet?" "We met back in the UK. We both had part time jobs at the same place while we were studying for our current jobs." "So when did you get married?" "Six months ago, we went back to the UK to get married to be with our families." "So since you started dating, has anyone else slept with your wife?" "Not that I know of," responded Daniel with a nervous little laugh. "Does putting Kirsten on You Bet Your Wife make you nervous? You know you might have to watch her sleep with someone else on national TV." "Sure, it's a chance that something can happen, but when I've played at home, I normally get to the 4 th or 5 th question with no problem, so I can quit before she has to go through with anything and get a decent amount of cash as well" Zoya's smile became a little devious at this response. It wouldn't be hard to tease Daniel into risking a lot more than he planned, especially with the inside knowledge she had gained from their friends Steph and Joel.
Not questioning his response Zoya continued, "So what made you decide to compete on You Bet Your Wife?" "Actually, it was a wager with another couple, our neighbours." At the mention of neighbours (Steph and Joel) Zoya smiled to herself. "We were round at their house one evening. There was some banter about who was going to win the up and coming Soccer FA Cup, so my neighbours wife suggested a bet, then she suggested that the losing couple would have to apply for this show as a forfeit. The forms were filled in there and then, so neither couple could back out on the wager. At the time it didn't seem a big deal because the chances of us being chosen seemed slim!"
Lightly resting her hand on Daniel's thigh Zoya said, "I hope the wager was worth it! Are you ready to start playing?" "Sure" "Do you remember the rules?"
"I'm pretty sure I know them" "Well let me remind you and the audience," Zoya said, launching into her well practiced description. "Before this show started, we gave Daniel and his wife a psychological questionnaire as well as interviewing their friends."
Including the very helpful Steph and Joel she thought to herself.
"Our experts have examined those responses and figured out a secret dark fantasy of Kirsten's. How much of that fantasy Kirsten has to act out in front of our studio audience depends on how well Daniel can answer our questions."
"The questions work much like Who Wants to be a Millionaire. The first question is worth one thousand dollars and each additional question is worth twice the previous question up to a total of ten questions. Like Millionaire the contestant can request a hint, but he must 'pay' for his hint by removing a major article of clothing. Unlike Millionaire, a wrong answer doesn't cause the contestant to forfeit money, it causes his wife to have forfeits of a sexual orientation. The later the question, the more his wife must pay for the mistake. For instance, a wrong answer on the first question might require the contestant's wife to strip down to a bra and panties. An incorrect answer on question two, whether or not the contestant got the first question right, then the next forfeit is worse just like the questions get harder." "We can't have contestants cutting and running once they start to lose so you can only ask us to release your wife after a correct answer, but the contestant can always choose not to spare his wife even if he gets the questions right. The later questions are harder than the earlier ones. There is also an extra special bonus for getting the tenth question right." Pausing, Zoya suggestively licked her lips, making sure to move her hand to Daniel's inner thigh to make the beneficiary clear, "I'm your slave for the night." Rubbing her hand up and down over Daniel's inner thigh Zoya suggestively continued, "I promise you won't be disappointed. Even better, any couple getting all ten questions correct will have any reasonable sexual fantasy of their choice fulfilled. They may even select audience or staff members of their choice to participate. Our lawyers assure us that the contract our audience members have signed is completely binding. However, so as not to disappoint the viewing public, the successful contestant must appoint an audience or staff member, such as me, to take the place of the contestant's wife as if all ten questions had been answered incorrectly. On the other hand, if you get the tenth question wrong not only are you going to be publicly cuckolded but the contestant must follow my orders while his wife is exploited and of course I get a large cash bonus. Contestants getting all ten questions wrong become the property of this show for one year."
"Alight Daniel, are you ready to see the situation we have arranged for your wife?"
"Sure" came Daniel's reply.
At his assent the second stage was sprayed with spotlights and burst into view. The first thing Daniel noticed about the other stage was his wife standing in the centre of the stage, Kirsten's tight red short figure hugging skirt, small skimpy red tube top, red high heels and matching bright red lipstick said to everybody there, complete SLUT. Kirsten's face burned bright red with humiliation. Kirsten's nipples were visibly erect through the thin fabric making her humiliation worse and confirmed the slutty look. Her erect nipples were kept hard thanks to the cold air blower directly above her head away from Daniels and the audience's view. Also on the other stage was what can only be described as a leather shaped "H" lying flat with a central circular support under the crossbar of the "H". From the cross bar to the tip of the upper arms, the leather was about a foot thicker than the bottom halves.
Kirsten was joined by the usual shirtless well built men wearing only tight leather pants, one on either side.
As usual Mistress Dena stalked the stage. Tonight she was wearing a tight black latex knee length shirt, with black and white latex bra, knee high boots and black latex gloves with her ever present riding crop in her hand!
Zoya returned to her role as the host. Zoya asked, "Mistress Dena, could you please tell Daniel and our audience what you plan to do with his wife."
Mistress Dena's responded in an evil tone, "Well tonight is going to be different from other nights, as Kirsten's dark secret is one of Humiliation and degradation"
Kirsten's eyes flue wide open, she couldn't believe what had been said.
"So to add to her humiliation and degradation she will find out what we have planned as it happens" Mistress Dena cast an evil glance in Kirsten's direction.
"However I can reveal to you that if the tenth question is answered incorrectly, then up to ten male members of the audience will get the chance to cum twice inside the slut tonight, once inside her mouth, and she will swallow! And then once in either her pussy or ass"
At that moment the audience erupted, Kirsten stared at the floor in disbelief for several minutes until the cheering died down. Unbeknown to Daniel and the audience, Kirsten was in a state of constant arousal! In-fact she had been since she was last with Daniel over 3 hours ago. A little pack clipped to the back of her skirt, that looked like a microphone pack was in-fact the power source for the little bullet vibrator sitting against her clit.
"I can also reveal that, that won't be the only time the audience gets evolved tonight!" announced Mistress Dena
Again the audience cheered loudly.
Zoya turned back to Daniel with a beaming smile asking, "So how do you feel about what we have in store for your wife?"
Daniel didn't reply, he just shrugged his shoulders.
"It turns you on doesn't it," Zoya said looking at his semi erect member already visible through his jeans.
"Well there's no turning back now, hope you little wager was worth it!" she said with a glint in her eye.
"It's time for your first question."
"Question 1, this is worth $1,000 for a correct answer and who knows for an incorrect answer" Zoya said, giving Daniel a sexy wink.
"How many inches are in a foot?" Zoya asked.
"12" Daniel quickly responded.
"Correct" confirmed Zoya
Daniel gave a confident smile, and winked at Zoya. "Ready for the next question" Zoya asked, licking her lips towards Daniel. "Oh yes!" Came Daniel's cocky response. "Question 2 this is worth $2,000" "If you were born on July 1st, what would your astrological sign be?" Daniel carefully double checked his answer in his head before, saying "Cancer" Zoya looked at him and asked "Are you sure?" "Yep" came Daniel response Once again Zoya confirmed he was correct, before she slowly rose from the couch and slipped out of her silk dressing gown to uncover her very sexy and very revealing nurse's outfit. Daniel's eyes lit up. He was mesmerized by the sight, causing his cock to instantly become erect. Daniel had never been able to resist a nurse's outfit.
Zoya smiled at Daniel's reaction to the outfit, knowing the information she had got from Steph and Joel were correct. "OK, Question 3 this is worth $4,000" "What was the maiden name of Bill Clinton's wife?"
Daniel ponds the question, trying not to look at Zoya outfit, before saying "I got two answer in my head but can't decide which one" "You can have a clue, but it will cost you your T-shirt" purred Zoya "OK" said Daniel, slowly raising and removing his T-shirt When seated again Zoya moved her hands over his chest while giving him the clue "It begins with 'R'!" Daniel sits there enjoying Zoya hands roam across his chest, before answering "Rodham, Hillary Rodham"
"Correct again" Zoya hissed, a little annoyed with herself. "Question 4, this is worth $8,000" said Zoya, slowly rubbing her hand over Daniel's erect cock, keeping his mind off the task in hand.
"In the 'Garfield' comic strip, what is the name of Garfield's rubber chicken?"
Daniel instantly said "Pooky" but then he gasped as soon he'd said it, realizing that he should have said Stretch.
"I'm sorry, the correct answer is Stretch" Said Zoya before Daniel had a chance to kick himself for jumping in with both feet without thinking.
As soon as Mistress Dena heard that an incorrect answer had been given, she nodded towards her assistants, who quickly placed a black ball gag in Kirsten's mouth and tightened it along with a red collar around her neck. They then removed her tube top to the delight of the audience. Next they bound Kirsten's wrist behind her back using red bondage tape; Kirsten arched her back thrusting her breast out just waiting to be fondled. The final step was for her skirt to be removed; the mini vibe was also removed unseen by the audience.
Mistress Dena then silently and casually walked up to Kirsten and clipped a leash onto her collar, she then proceeded to lead her off the staged area towards the audience to Kirsten's dismay. As Kirsten moved away from the stage lighting, she could make out the audience area. It was split into 3 blocks, 1 central block about 8 chairs wide, and 2 side blocks slightly angled about 5 chairs wide. Mistress Dena continued to lead her towards the central block. As Kirsten got closer to the central block, she realized that the front three rows of the central block were completely full of her friends, neighbours and work colleagues. She instinctively closed her eyes so as to not make eye contact with anyone she knew. She stopped walking when she felt her knees touching someone else's, still with her eyes closed she opened her legs slightly so as not to touch the other person's knees. Kirsten suddenly opened her eyes as she felt somebody fondle her breasts, she looked down to find herself straddling Steph and Joel's seats, with Joel groping her breasts.
Steph then put her hand on Kirsten's pussy and shouted
"The slut's wet"
Kirsten's face flushed violently, her next door neighbour's hand then touched her pussy and he confirmed to the audience that she was wet.
The audience were cheering and laughing, adding to Kirsten's humiliation. Mistress Dena then proceeded to parade Kirsten along the front row of the central block then along the front row of the left hand block for everybody to get a good look at her naked body before returning her to the stage.
Whilst this had been going on, Zoya had been licking Daniel's nipples and his cock was harder than ever trying to break out of his jeans.
"Another question I think" said Zoya
"Question 5, and it's worth $16,000"
"The act of having several spouses at one time is called what?"
Daniel looked blankly at Zoya; it was obvious he hadn't got a clue. Seeing this Zoya toyed with his cock through his jeans, before asking him "Would you like a clue?"
Daniel just nodded "It'll cost you your jeans" Zoya said as she slowly buttoned his jeans, before ordering him to stand, so she could remove them fully.
After his jeans had been removed and they were both re-seated, she said "It begins with the letter P!"
Daniel was still none the wiser, he pondered for a few seconds before admitting "I don't know"
"I can tell you the correct answer is Polygamy" Zoya said knowing that Daniel had lost all his previous confidence.
"Take it away, Mistress Dena" announced Zoya.
Again a nod from Mistress Dena brought her assistants to life; one disappeared off stage, whilst the other quickly fixed a spreader bar to Kirsten's ankles forcing her legs apart.
Mistress Dena then sat Kirsten on the edge of one of the arms to the leather 'H' facing the audience.
The other assistant soon returned with a bowl of water, a razor and shaving foam. This brought the crowd to life and caused Kirsten to shriek through her gag.
Mistress Dena then began to quickly and expertly shave Kirsten's pussy completely bare. Massaging Kirsten's clit as she went along keeping her constantly turned on. Once complete, Mistress Dena towelled off any excess foam and water, before grabbing the leash and forcing Kirsten to awkwardly walk with the spreader bar still in place.
Again Kirsten was led off the stage towards the audience. This time she was taken to the middle of the left hand block, where she had the indignity of having the front row grope and touch her newly shaven pussy.
She was then led towards the central block before being halted about a meter from the front row; Mistress Dena then turned Kirsten around so she was facing away from the audience.
Mistress Dena then pushed Kirsten's head down so that she bent over, she then took the leash and threaded it through a ring in the centre on the spreader bar, and pulled the leash up, ensuring Kirsten couldn't return from her bent position.
With the hand holding the leash Mistress Dena toyed with Kirsten's clit, bring soft moans from behind the gag. With her other hand she slow traced the outline of Kirsten's newly shaven pussy lips with her gloved fingers, before she plunged two fingers into her sopping wet pussy, and began to finger fuck her.
Mistress Dena continued this for some minutes before stopping and holding her fingers up to the lights to show the audience how wet Kirsten was, before wiping her gloved hand over Kirsten's back.
"OK, Question 6 this is worth $32,000"
"What was the first U.S. state to enter the Union?"
Daniel instantly shook his head, and then looked down, before saying "American History, the subject I was hoping to avoid!"
"Do you want a clue?" offered Zoya, hoping he'd lose more clothing.
"What's the point; if you gave me a choice of two I wouldn't know the answer"
"OK, so you give up?" asked Zoya
Daniel paused for a few seconds before nodding his head
"Is that a yes" taunted Zoya
"Yes!" Snapped Daniel
"The correct answer is Delaware '' gloated Zoya, before casting a glance over to Mistress Dena.
Mistress Dena then slow walkout towards the audience, she already knows who she is going to choose from the audience, but she stops half way between the stage and the audience, she stood silently pretending to survey the audience in contemplation, before she walked slow and sexily to Steph bending forward she whispered in her ear "Would you like the slut to lick you out?" Steph's eyes lit up, before she gasped "Yes".
Steph rose quickly and smothered her skirt down and walked to the stage with a beaming grin, thinking to herself that tonight was going better than she could have hoped, not only was her friend getting humiliated in front of her friends, neighbours and work colleagues, plus all those watching on TV, but Kirsten was about to be force to lick her out.
Mistress Dena motions Steph to sit on the edge of the cross bar to the leather shaped "H" where one of the shirtless assistants quickly kneels before her and removes her thong. Mistress Dena then grab's the dangling leash and pulls Kirsten towards Steph, Kirsten struggles to walk with the spreader bar still in place, before turning her to face Steph with her back to the audience.
Steph looks up with a cruel smile and reaches out with both hands and painfully grabs both of Kirsten's nipples causing a muffled groan. She then said "Oh by the way I've won our bet slut"
Kirsten had completely forgotten about her bet with Steph made not long after they had been accepted for the show. If Daniel Quits before the 7th question Steph would match the amount that they won in question 1 or 6, but if Daniel went as far as question 7 or more, Kirsten had to be Steph's slave for one month doing anything she ordered.
"Kneel Slut" Mistress Dena suddenly barked, she emphasizes this with a sharp crack of the crop across Kirsten's buttocks. Kirsten quickly dropped to her kneels to avoid another hit of the crop.
Mistress Dena then leans forward and starts to remove the ball gag, as she does this she whisper's in Kirsten's ear "Start licking her pussy you whore, and don't stop till I tell you" Once the gag was removed Kirsten shuffled forward and put her head under Steph's skirt and began to lick the moist pussy in front of her.
Kirsten continues to carry on licking at Steph's pussy in the knowledge that she'll have to see Steph over and over again day in and day out. Steph soon starts to moan, and then increases Kirsten humiliation by saying "That's good, oh god that's great"
"You've done this before, I can tell!" "That's it just there, keep going you little pussy licker" Back over on the other stage. Zoya is teasing Daniel "Sounds like your wife is a natural or has she had some practice? Wouldn't mind letting her have a go on me!"
Daniel just nervously laughed, but his face showed to all that the idea of his wife licking Zoya turned him on. "It's about time for question 7" Said Zoya And just then Steph exploded into an orgasm on the other stage. "Someone's had fun, but not as much as your wife!" Zoya said with a smug look. "Question 7! This is worth - $64,000 for a correct answer" "What is the name of the angel in 'It's a Wonderful Life'?" Daniel was clearly out of his depth with these harder questions. Zoya decided not to push him for an answer but to tease him to see how worked up she could get him
Zoya, started to kiss his neck before working her way down his chest. Then onto his sensitive nipples before giving them long lingering licks. Daniels threw his head back, overwhelmed by the pleasure, he was unable to think rationally.
Zoya, winning the battle, sat up slightly, and gently flicked her nails across Daniel's nipples bringing loud moans from his mouth. Zoya seized on this opportunity and asked "You don't know the answer do you?" "No" came Daniel's response through more moaning "That's another one wrong" Zoya beamed followed by "The answer that could have spared your wife from further humiliation was Clarence" Daniel was too engrossed in the pleasure to notice the movements on the other stage. The bondage tape holding Kirsten's wrist's to her elbows was cut away by Mistress
Dena, Kirsten still in her kneeling position facing away from the audience moved her arms about to get the feeling back into them.
Whilst she was doing this the two shirtless assistants stripped out of the tight leather shorts to reveal large throbbing erections. Mistress Dena then orders Kirsten to turn around; she is then promptly met by the two erect cocks. Kirsten just knelt there staring at the large members before her.
Mistress Dena interrupted Kirsten's daze with a crack of the crop across her buttocks, then order her to start rubbing and sucking on the cocks before her. Kirsten then reached up and grabbed a cock in each hand and slowly started to rub them, she then reached forward with her mouth and started to suck on one of the cocks.
Mistress Dena stood behind Kirsten the whole time giving her order's like, change the cock she was sucking and to speed up. After 10mins of having their cocks sucked and rubbing the assistants were nearing orgasm, Mistress Dena then ordered Kirsten to stop what she was doing and put her hands behind her back where they were immediately bound.
Mistress Dena then walked around the front of Kirsten and stood in-between her two assistants, and took a cock in each of the gloved hands and began to jerk them off until they each came over Kirsten's face. Mistress Dena then took each cock in turn and wiped the remaining cum over Kirsten's face before ordering Kirsten to clean each cock in turn.
Kirsten then had to suffer the indignity of kneeling there with cum dripping down her face, unable to wipe it away because her hands were still cuffed behind her back. "Question 8! A correct answer is worth - $125,000 and could save your wife ``Who did Bobby Fischer defeat in 1972 to become Chess World Champion?" "What a question! Bloody chess!" was Daniel's response. Zoya decided it was time to get Daniel naked and worked up. "Would you like a clue?" mocked Zoya "Yes" came Daniel's reluctance. "I'll need you to take off your boxers first" said Zoya, itching to get hold of his erect cock Daniel rose and Zoya helped him out of his boxers while fondling his balls. "B S are the initials" offered Zoya as his clue.
Daniel shook his head before saying "No, I don't know" "Boris Spassky" Zoya revealed, while slowly working her hand up his thigh towards his erect cock.
"Time for the Violator" Mistress Dena announced, to the delight of the audience. Whilst the audience cheered, Kirsten was positioned on the leather 'H' on all fours with her legs on lowest parts of the arms, and her arms and elbows of the highest parts,
forcing her to be on all fours with a straight back. Whilst in this position the shirtless assistants secured her legs and wrists to the leather 'H'.
Mistress Dena slowly turned the leather 'H' around so that Kirsten was on all fours facing the audience. She slowly traced her gloved hand down Kirsten's back, dipping into the creases of her backside, and then teased her clit. Mistress Dena then picked the Violator up from the table to the left of the leather 'H' and held it high for the audience to see. The Violator was made of thick black ribbed flexible rubber, about 2 and a half inches thick and 10 inches long with a hilt at the bottom then a 5 inch handle.
Mistress Dena walked behind Kirsten slowly tracing the violator down her back! She then rubbed the violator along Kirsten's exposed pussy causing the rib's to stimulate her erect clit; this brought loud moans from Kirsten.
Mistress Dena then cruelly rammed the violator into Kirsten's wet pussy in one swift movement, prompting a loud squeal from Kirsten.
Mistress Dena furiously worked the violator in and out of Kirsten's pussy; it wasn't long before Kirsten was constantly moaning nearing any orgasm, Mistress Dena then stopped before Kirsten could reach orgasm, leaving the violator buried deep in Kirsten's pussy and Kirsten frustrated, desperately needing an orgasm.
Mistress Dena then bent down and whispered in Kirsten's ear,
"Soon there will be real cocks sliding in and out of your pussy, not this violator! And you know what? I'm going to make sure that I choose members of the audience that are your friends, neighbours and work colleges to fuck your brains out"
"OK! Question 9 this is worth a cool $250,000"
"Which planet once had a 'Great Dark Spot' before it disappeared in 1995?"
Daniel let out along sigh, before pondering the question, then said
"Ok, let's look at this logically"
As he said this Zoya, started to slowly work his cock with one hand while gently teasing his nipples with the other.
Daniels was trying not to concentrate on what Zoya was doing and think of the answer, but it was too good, so he blurted out
"Venus"
Zoya knowing he was wrong toyed with him
"Was that a guess?"
"Yes" came Daniels hopeful reply
"Sorry you're wrong again" Zoya said with a little chuckle "Neptune was the answer I was looking for" said Zoya still gently flicking his nipples, Daniel didn't care he was still enjoying the sensation that Zoya was causing through his cock and nipples.
Over on the other stage, one of the assistants walked off stage, while Mistress Dena slowly walked and stood behind Kirsten slowly pushing the violator further into her pussy, producing a loud gasp, before delicately teasing her clit.
The assistant returns to the stage holding a glass half full of something, and puts it on the table to the left hand side of where Kirsten is tied to the leather 'H', next to Mistress Dena's crop.
Mistress Dena then bends down and whisper in Kirsten's ear "Beg to drink that glass of cum or I'll whip your pussy till it bleeds and then I'll get every male in the audience to fuck the life out of you!"
Kirsten starts to softly whimper, Mistress Dena than goes over to the table and picks up the glass, and addresses the audience holding the glass up "I'd just like to thank all the male members of the audience that contributed to this glass cum, that the slut is about to drink!"
Cheers erupted throughout the audience. Mistress Dena waits for the audience to go quiet before she continues. "In fact she wants to drink it so much she's about to beg! Isn't that right slut?"
"Yes" was the weak response. "We can't hear you," said Mistress Dena sternly as she picked up the crop from the table, and walked behind Kirsten.
This spurred a response from Kirsten "Please Mistress Dena, please let me drink that glass of cum" "Tells us all why we should let you" said Mistress Dena adding to her plight "Coz I'm a slut, who enjoys drinking cum from strangers" said Kirsten This brought a smile to Mistress Dena's face "Do you like the taste?" said Mistress Dena "Yes, I love the taste, it tastes so nice, and I can't get enough of it!" "Good... But I'm still not convinced" came Mistress Dena reply "I do want to, I do.... Please Mistress Dena, Please I need to drink it" "Errrmmm" Mistress Dena pretended to ponder the idea
"I' am a slut who needs that cum" Kirsten blurts out one last time "Very well" said Mistress Dena walking around to the table and swapping her crop for the glass of cum.
She then brought the glass up to Kirsten's mouth and she slowly began to drink the glass of cum, to cheers and laughter from the audience.
Zoya then takes back control of the show but adds to Kirsten's plight "That's a strange party trick your wife has there" she says to Daniel as she still toys with his erect nipples and cock.
"OK time for the last question" Zoya quickly moves on while Daniel is still mesmerized by what he's seen.
"Question 10 the final question and it could win you $500,000 and save your wife from getting gang banged by some of our audience" Zoya said with delight, as she increased the pace of the hand rubbing his erect cock.
She deliberately paused to give herself more time to work his erect cock, before asking
"The mathematical term 'e' stands for what number?"
Zoya then went back to licking his nipples. Daniel closed his eyes and started to moan, nearing orgasm. Sensing this Zoya stopped, then knelt before him, and started to lick up and down his shaft. Every once in a while flicking her tongue across the tip of his cock, this brought loud moaning. Zoya stop and looked up at him, with her sexy eyes, rubbing his cock and said
"Just say you don't know and I'll make you cum, you can even cum in my mouth"
Daniel was too close to orgasm that he couldn't let her stop. Zoya slowed down rubbing his cock to try and coax the response she desired. It soon worked and Daniel gave in and said
"I don't know the answer"
Zoya immediately stood up letting go of his cock and announced to the audience
"Gang Bang time!"
"And for those that care the correct answer is 2.71"
She turned to Daniel and said
"Now you're my slave! Come here and lick my pussy while I watch your wife get well and truly fucked! And if you do it right I might let you have that orgasm"
Daniel got to his knees ready to lick Zoya's pussy, as he did so, Mistress Dena announced
"As Daniel got 7 questions in-correct then that's how many audience members will get to use his wife"
With that she walked out to the audience, directly to the central block and carefully picked 7 males from the first three rows containing Kirsten's friends, neighbours and work colleagues that were all of a similar build and stature. All 7 then followed Mistress Dena off set away so Kirsten and Daniel could not see who Mistress Dena had chosen. Minutes later Mistress Dena walked on to the stage followed by the 7 men, all had changed into matching black t-shirts and boxers, wearing black masks and snoods to hide their identities.
Mistress Dena lined the men up in front of the leather 'H' before walking behind Kirsten and grabbed the violator and used it to rotate Kirsten and the leather 'H' so that she faced the 7 men. Kirsten looked up to see 7 masked men standing there ready to use her. Mistress Dena then turned Kirsten so she was parallel with the audience so they could get a good view of the action. Mistress Dena directed one of the men to use Kirsten's mouth and another to use her pussy. Whilst they were using Kirsten, Mistress Dena knelt down by her side and slowly whipped her breast with her crop, as she did this she softly spoke to Kirsten, saying "Every time you look at a male you know, be it friend, neighbour or work colleague you'll think to yourself did he fuck me like a whore and use my holes! This will eat away at you day in day out until you humiliate yourself and ask them if they did or did not! But then you'll still never know the truth as they could lie to protect themselves or lie just to fuck with your mind. The only way you'll really know is to degrade yourself one last time and have them in your mouth once again to know for sure, just like the slut inside you wants to!" This got to Kirsten, and she soon started to moan with the rhythm of the fucking she was getting. This was soon interrupted as the man in her mouth came, causing her to quickly swallow. He was soon replaced by another.
Zoya was moaning loudly too, Daniel's tongue licking and caressing her pussy as she watched his wife be used by 7 men. The sight of Kirsten's throat and mouth re-flexing as the second man came in her mouth was enough to push Zoya over the edge to orgasm. Zoya trembled with waves of pleasure as another man entered Kirsten's mouth. Zoya was still hungry for more so she then ordered Daniel to bend her over the couch and fuck her while they both watch his wife being used like the slut she was. As Daniel entered Zoya, the man in Kirsten's pussy announced he had cum with a loud moan, Kirsten's moaning subsided while she waited to be entered again. She didn't have to wait long as the next man entered her arse, causing a fresh wave of pleasure to pulsate through her body. With this Mistress Dena turned the attention of the crop to Kirsten's clit, causing her to moan wantonly again. Hearing his wife's renewed moans of pleasure, Daniels' own breathing became heavier as he came closer to orgasm. Zoya sensed this and began to push back harder encouraging Daniel to fuck her harder and faster.
Kirsten tried with all her might not to let the pleasure boil over into an orgasm and humiliate herself one last time, by coming from being gang banged by her friends, neighbours, and work colleagues. But the pleasure was too much and she let herself go and came with an almighty orgasm. Hearing his wife cum sent Daniel over the edge as he orgasmed moments later, to the delight of Zoya who had achieved her goal of causing Daniel to orgasm while watching his wife's humiliation. |
19,521 | You Can Cry A River | blackzilla99 | NonConsent/Reluctance | 2002-11-22 | 2002-11-22 | 2022-01-01 15:47:45 | 1 | literotica.com | https://www.literotica.com/s/you-can-cry-a-river | Two junkies rob and rape a woman on her way home from work. | ['Causing Fall', 'Cold Damp', 'Cunt Shouted', 'Fuck House', 'Hey Shut', 'Moaned Shot', 'Prayed God', 'Scream Make', 'Sound Guy'] | 3.98 | I was on my way home early one morning from my part time job when something terrible happened to me. A week ago I got myself a job as a waitress at a diner a few blocks away from my apartment in the Bronx. I needed the money really bad. The owner was looking for someone to work the third shift. He was looking for a waitress to work from 10pm to 6am Friday and Saturday nights. I asked him if he had any other hours. He told me that's all he had available. I wasn't sure if I was going to be able to handle that shift especially on Fridays. I still had my full time job to deal with. I thought that if I worked my normal hours at my full time job on Friday, which was from 8am to 4pm. I figured I could go home and get a few hours sleep before I would start my night shift.
The reason why I had to take this job was because of my ex-boyfriend. About two months ago I got sick at work and came home early. When I walked into my apartment I found my boyfriend Robert with his cock buried deep into my girl friend Sally's pussy. The two of them didn't even know I was standing by the door. He was fucking her hard and fast. He was telling her how much he loved her and how he can't wait till she leaves her husband so they can be together. My eyes filled up with tears as I watched the man who I thought loved me, fuck a woman who I thought was one of my best friends. John pulled his cock out of her and exploded all over her. Cum shot out of his cock like a rocket. It landed on her breast, her face and then all over my brand new sheets. The both of them were lying their panting and gasping for air.
“ Hope it was worth it.” I said to the both of them with tears running down my face.
I couldn't believe that he could do this to me. Especially in my own bed and especially with a friend of mine. I always new Sally was a fucking slut, but I never would have thought she would stab me in the back, especially after all I've done for her. I lost count of the number of times I lied to her husband when he called looking for her.
“ Oh…. Shit…Lorraine… It's not what you think…I…I…I.” He said as he tried to explain.
“ Get out!!…The both of you…Get the fuck out of my house!!!” I screamed.
Sally didn't say a word; the bitch couldn't even look at me. The both of them looked shocked. Sally grabbed her cloths and started walking toward my bathroom.
“ Where the fuck do you think you're going bitch.” I screamed at her.
“ Umm…Um...I was going to clean up.” She said, embarrassed with Robert's cum all over her body and dripping down her face.
“ I told you to leave NOW! Get your cloths and get the fuck out of my house you fucking slut…You find some other place to clean the cum off your face bitch!”
I was furious, the bitch had the nerve to think she could use my bathroom to clean my boyfriends cum off her body with me standing there crying. Robert had an old set of golf clubs in the closet by the front door. I turned around and went into the closet. I grabbed the biggest one I could find and started swinging. I don't know if I really wanted to hit them or just scare the shit out of them. I first swung the club at Sally. She ducked and I hit on old lamp I had sitting on the dresser. Glass went flying everywhere.
“Both of you better get the fuck out of hear… RIGHT FUCKING NOW!!”
Sally grabbed her dress and her panties and ran out of my apartment naked and screaming. Robert looked like he had seen a ghost or something. He grabbed his pants and a T-shirt and ran behind Sally. I slammed the door behind them and feel to the ground. I cried like a baby for about 2 hours before I could get myself to my feet. I called the superintendent of my building, and told him that I needed my locks changed immediately.
I haven't seen them since that day. Now that he was gone I was having a hard time paying the rent and keeping up with all the bills on my salary. I found out a few weeks later that Robert had charged a bunch of things on my credit cards. I was instantly in debt. The owner of the dinner had told me that late Friday and Saturday nights was a good time to make money at the dinner. He said that the last girl he had, easily made anywhere from $75 to $100 bucks in tips each night. I figured if I could make an extra five or six hundred dollars a month, I could make it until a found myself a decent roommate.
The first weekend on the night shit went pretty good. I was able to go home and get a few hours of sleep before I started my shift. I made $87 dollars the first night. And on Saturday I made $110 dollars. It wasn't easy, I was on my feet all night long and I wasn't able to take a break. People poured into the dinner all night long. I had forgotten how hard waiting tables was. Except for a couple of rude drunk kids and one black guy who stiffed me on the tip, my first weekend on my part time job went well.
Last night didn't go so well. I had to work late on my regular job. It was the end of the quarter. The guys in the warehouse were doing inventory. I had totally forgotten that it was my turn to stay late and enter the new data into the computers. I tried to get someone to cover for me. But it was too late and my other co-workers had plans. We didn't get done until 8pm that Friday night. I had just enough time to get home and take a quick shower before I was to start my shift at the dinner. By 2am that night I could barley see straight. I was exhausted. The customers didn't give a damn. They wanted service.
It seemed like it was twice as busier then it was last Friday. As the night went on, the plates of food got heavier and heavier. I was looking up at the clock every five minutes. My legs were getting weaker and my feet ached. I felt like I had been awake for a week. Even after drinking three cups coffee I still couldn't find any energy. I prayed that the girl that comes on for the morning shift would be on time. About 15 minutes later Rhonda came in. She was actually early. She walked up to me, and immediately she could see how exhausted I was.
“ Damn girl… you look like you're about to fall out…. was it that busy?” She asked.
“ Yeah it was busy…. plus I came straight from my other job. I've been up now for about 23 hours.”
“ You better get home and get some rest…I'll take over for ya…I can handle it.”
I thanked her from the bottom of my heart. I prayed and God delivered me an angel. I couldn't stop thanking her. I went into the back room; I took of my apron and grabbed my purse. It took only 60 seconds before I was out the door. I only lived about 6 blocks away from the dinner. Last weekend when I walked home I had to walk by one of the projects. There were 4 or 5 mean looking black guys standing on the corner. I was sure that they wear either gang members or drug dealers. I was scared to death when I walked passed them. It was early in the morning and the there were no other cars on the street. I walked pass them as quickly as I could. They didn't even pay attention to me. Even though I was tired and walking past the projects would have been my quickest way home. I decided to avoid that area. I decided to walk 2 blocks over pass the white neighborhood. I was afraid that one of the black kids might try to rob me or something. I had cashed my check Friday during lunch. In my rush to get to my night job I had forgotten to take the money out of my purse, and I also had the money that I made waiting tables on me.
I made my decision and started walking home. My entire body ached as I walked home. The only thing on my mind was my bed. I was actually walking and dreaming about going to sleep. Then out of nowhere something grabbed me on the shoulder. My first instinct was to scream. Before I could make a sound the guy pulled on my jacket and slammed me against a concrete wall.
I was terrified. The guy that grabbed was a tall thin white man. He had to be at least 6 foot tall. I tried to scream again but before I could make a sound another guy slapped me across my face. Things were happening so fast, I didn't know what to do. The one thing that was clear to me at the moment was that I was in big trouble.
“ Hey… shut the fuck up and give me your purse Bitch.” The taller man shouted.
The shorter guy didn't say a word. The tall man reached for my bag. I held on to it. “ No…No,” I screamed as I tried to fight the men off.
I had worked so hard for that money. A weeks pay and the money I had made at the dinner was in that bag. I had to use all the strength I had left to hold on to my bag. My life was in that purse, money that I needed badly.
“ Give me the bag bitch,” He shouted at me.
The tall guy was getting angry. He was so close to me that I could smell the alcohol on his breath. Then with one hard pull he snatched my bag from my hands and started laughing. I was furious.
“ You fucking bastard,” I screamed at him.
Then I don't know what possessed me. But I lunged forward and kick him as hard as I could in the nuts. He instantly hit the ground. The other guy grabbed me slammed me against the wall and smacked me hard across the face again.
“Are you fucking crazy Bitch…? You really done fucked up now Bitch.” He whispered into my ear.
“ John…. John…Are you OK man…Yo!!!…Are you all right?”
“ Yeah…. Yeah…I'm going to kill that fucking bitch.”
When the tall guy whose name I guess was John got up, he was in a rage. When I looked into his blood shot eyes, I knew that I fucked up and the reality of what I had just done hit me.
“ Say your prayers cunt!” He shouted at me.
Then he reached into his pocket and pulled out a big Black Gun. My mouth, fell to the ground at the site of the hand cannon. My whole world was flashing before my eyes. It seemed like my world had turned upside-down within a few seconds.
He jammed the gun into my rib cage. I thought for sure that my life was about to end.
“ No…please don't kill me…Please don't kill me.” I cried.
“ You should have thought about that before cunt… You should'a thought about that before you kick me the nuts.
Then I heard a click. He cocked the hammer back on the pistol. Then the other guy said,
“ Wait..!!!!…. Hold up John.”
“ Wait…wait for what!... This little bitch, fuckin kicked me in the nuts…fuck that shit…I'm gonna smoke this cunt.”
“Chill out man…. look at her… she's kinda cute…Lets have some fun with her first.”
At this point I started crying and shaking. I couldn't take my eyes off the gun that was pressed firmly into my abdomen.
John grabbed me by my hair and said,
“ My friends Anthony, has just bought a temporary extension of your life”
John grabbed me and spun me around facing Anthony. He put one hand over my mouth and his other hand around my waist and lifted me off the ground. The next thing I knew I was being carried off somewhere. Behind the wall was an alley leading to some old run down buildings. I started kicking my legs and swinging my arms trying to break free from his grip. My attempts to scream were muffled by his giant hand that was over my mouth. Then everything got dark real fast. He carried me into the building. Anthony grabbed my legs and then they carried me down a flight of stairs.
They carried me into a small room that smelled horrible. The small room smelled like death. It smells like dead animals or something. The room was some kind of abandoned office. There was a desk and two old beat up sofas. The only light coming into the room was from a window about ten feet up in the air. They dropped me on the hard wood floor like a brick.
“ On your feet bitch…. get your sorry ass up…and take off that fucking jacket”
When I stood up I found myself against the wall standing between them. John was sitting down; he reached at me with his long arm and put the gun under my chin forcing me to stand up. I could feel the cold hard instrument of death under my neck.
“ Please...please don't hurt me…you got my money…please let me go.” I pleaded with a gun pressed against my throat.
The both of them started laughing. I cold feel the cold damp wall against my back. I felt like I was trapped. I was surrounded. John was on my right and Anthony was on my left. The cold damn wall was behind me and the big black gun was in front of me.
“ Shut the fuck up!” John snarled at me.
Then John said,
“ You should have just given up the purse Bitch…. Now I have to teach you a lesson…my buddy and I are going to play a little game.”
I didn't know what he was talking about. But I knew it was going to be a game that I didn't want to play.
“ Now…take off your panties,”
At that point I thought, “ Oh My God…There gonna rape me.”
Five minutes ago I was on my way home. Now I was standing in a basement about to be raped at gunpoint. I was tired and I was confused. Silently I asked God, why was he doing this to me? Why was he going to let this happen to me? Then John said,
“ Bitch, I'm not gonna ask you twice…Here's the fucking deal missy…by the way what's your name?
“ La…La…. Lorraine,” I mumbled trying to hold back the tears that were building up.
“ Well Lorraine…. here's the deal, your gonna suck our Cocks and then we are gonna fuck you…and you're going to cooperate.”
Anthony started pushing my dress up.
“ Please don't rape me…. I'm sorry…Please just let me go.”
The tears started rolling down my face then I felt a disgusting feeling in the pit of my stomach.
“ If I have to tell you to shut up again, I swear I'll put a cap in your ass...Tony prefers his women alive and kicking…. I on the other hand, don't give a fuck…I'll fuck your dead body until your pussy gets Cold...Dead or alive…. You're Fucked!!…You choose Bitch.”
His words or his promises brought every thing to another level. The room got silent, as they waited for me to choose. I had no other choice. I took my right hand and placed it on my waist. I hooked my finger around my panties and slid them down to my knees.
The both of them just stared at my pussy. I couldn't take my eyes off the gun. Out of the corner of my eye I could see Anthony smiling. I hated they way he was looking at me. Then he let go of me and told me to take off my dress.
“ You heard him…. take that shit off.”
I grabbed my dress and started lifting it up over my head. It didn't take them long. Before I even finished removing my dress, I felt their hands all over my body. They each grabbed one of my tits and started squeezing them. Then I felt something cold and hard touch my pussy. When I looked down I saw two different hands on my breast and a big black gun pressed firmly on top of my pussy mound.
“ Man… She got nice tits…and look at that cute little pussy.”
I felt like a piece of meat on a hook. I was embarrassed and felt like throwing up. They played with my tits while they stared at my pussy. John started brushing my pubic hairs with the barrel of the gun.
“ Turn around bitch…. Lets see that cute little ass of yours,” Tony shouted.
I didn't hesitate. I turned around and was pushed against the cold damp wall. As soon as my back was turned they each grabbed a hand full of my ass. Tony pulled my ass to the east and John pulled to the west. I still couldn't believe what was happening to me. I felt so exposed. Then I heard Tony say,
“ Look at that…. Man…She's got a tight little ass…I'll bet'cha nobodies ever fucked her in the ass.”
“ Yeah…Man…. that Motherfuckers looks real tight…I might have to sample some of that.”
Then both of them erupted into laughter while they talked about fucking me in the ass.
“ Hey girl…. Lorraine!!!…. Hey I'm talking to you cunt…. Have you ever been fucked in the ass?”
“ No…. Please don't do that…I'll cooperate…. I promise I'll do what ever you want…. Please don't fuck my ass.”
I pleaded with them. I've never been fucked in the ass before. Then I felt a finger inserted into my cunt.
“ Man… Check this out!!!… Look man, her cunt is already wet…”
I turned my head slightly to my right. It was Tony who had his finger in my cunt. He started pumping his finger in and out of my cunt. He stared into my watery eyes while he fingered me. I could feel his finger sliding in me. And I could also feel my pussy getting wetter. He pulled his finger out of my Cunt. And brought it up to his nose. My juices coated his thick finger. Then he licked his finger clean. While he licked his finger, John rammed one of his fingers into my cunt. Unlike Tony who slid his finger into me easily, John plunged his finger in me, pushing me hard against the wall. He started twisting and churning his finger inside my body.
“ Yeah man she's fucking dripping wet…. I think she wants us…. Don't-cha bitch.”
I didn't say anything. What could I say? I was so tired, and with every passing minute I was getting weaker and weaker. Tony sat back in his seat and pulled his pants down to his thighs.
“ Come on girl…Come show me how good of a cock sucker you are”
His cock was rock hard and looked thick. I started crying like little baby. John pushed me causing me to fall to my knees. I landed on the floor with my mouth just inches away from his cock. Tony grabbed my hand and placed it around his shaft. I could actually see my teardrops running down my cheek and landing on his cock.
I could here John laughing behind me. Tony placed his hand on my neck and started pushing my head toward his cock. I tried to resist. Then I heard John say,
“ Stop fucking around Lorraine…. and stop that fuckin crying.”
Then Tony grabbed a clump of my hair, and he said,
“ You Can Cry A River… if you want…Nobody Cares… but you are going to suck my fucking cock.”
Then John put the gun to my head and told me to start sucking. With a gun to my head I opened my mouth and wrapped my lips around Tony's cock. He grabbed me by the back of the head and forced his cock into my throat.
His cock tasted like my tears. The salty taste and the musky smell of his crotch, was horrible. He moaned and called me names while humped my face. While I sucked his cock, all I did was hope. I hoped and prayed that he would cum soon and I prayed that he wouldn't want to be bothered with me anymore.
“ Yeah…. that's good girl… use your tongue…yeah…Stroke it…stroke my shaft while you suck it.”
I did as I was instructed; I licked, sucked and stroked his cock. Then I felt something rammed into my cunt again. Tony started fingering my cunt again, but this time he must have had at least 2 or 3 fingers in me.
“ Hey is she good man…. Let me get some of that…. Come on Lorraine…Time to suck my cock bitch.”
He yanked me by my hair and spun my around. When I turned around his pants were already on the floor around his ankles. He grabbed me by my hair and rammed his cock down my throat. He started humping my face as though my mouth was a giant pussy. Tony came around behind me and started squeezing my tits. I felt like ten men were attacking me.
Then he passed the gun to Tony and told me to suck his Cock. Tony pointed the gun toward my face. I wrapped my hand around his cock and started sucking his cock like I did before. While I was sucking Tony's cock, John started taking of his cloths.
“ Bring that Bitch over here.”
Tony pulled me up to my feet by my hair. He pushed me on to the couch that he was sitting on and bent me forward on all fours. John positioned himself behind me. I could feel his hands all over my ass and hips. At this point of my ordeal, I had given up. I had cried so much that I couldn't even see straight any more. I could feel his cock pushing at the entrance of my pussy.
“ Where do you want it Bitch… you want in your cunt or in your ass.”
Both of them started laughing again. Then I felt his cock pushing against my asshole.
“ No…. Please don't fuck my ass…I'm begging…. please not there.” I begged.
“ Tell me…. Tell Big John where you want it…. I'm gonna fuck you in the ass if you don't say it.”
“ Please don't…. please not there…pleaeeeeessss.” I begged and pleaded as I felt the pressure of his cock on my asshole.
“You want it your cunt bitch…then say it!!!…If you don't… its going in your ass.” He said, while he and Tony laughed at me. I felt so humiliated
Tony laughed then he started pushing his cock into my ass.
“ NO…. NO…. please fuck my cunt…. Please fuck my pussy.” I cried.
As soon as I said what he wanted he pulled back and I didn't feel the pressure on my ass. Then he said,
“ Well that's more like it.”
But before I was able to take my next breath he rammed his rock hard cock deep into my pussy. It was official. I was now being raped and there wasn't a damn thing I could do about it. I couldn't even control my own tears.
John placed his hands on my hips and started fucking my pussy hard and fast. I cried and he laughed; He laughed while he plunged his cock in and out of my body.
“ How's the pussy Bro.” Tony said while he stroked his cock.
“ This bitch, got a tight fucking pussy, man…hey shut her up… Stick something in her mouth”
Tony stood up and put his cock in my face. Then he tapped me on the head with the barrel of the gun.
“ Suck it…. get me nice and hard bitch…. I'm gonna fuck you next.”
I wrapped my hand around his cock. My whole body was jerking back and forth from the pounding I was taking from John. Tony rammed his cock down my throat causing me to gasp for air. I felt dirty and I felt like I was their whore. The used my tired and defeated body for their pleasure. I felt like a battered seesaw. Back and forth I went, and in and out their cock went into my mouth and pussy.
“ Auggggh….. Fuck yeah…this bitches pussy is awesome man….Yo…you gotta try out some of this pussy man.”
I hated what was happening to me…. I hated them and most of all I hated the sounds of their voices. John started fucking my pussy hard and fast. I could feel his balls slapping against my pussy lips. The sound of his flesh colliding with mine disgusted me. I was so tired; I could barley hold myself up. Then suddenly John pulled his cock out of my pussy.
“ Whoaaaaa…Shit …almost fucking shot my load in the Bitch.” He said while he tried to catch his breath.
Then Tony rammed his cock down my throat hard, while he held the back of my head. He forced his cock deep to the back of my throat and held it there for what seemed like forever. I started gagging and I couldn't breath. I felt lightheaded and I thought I was going to pass out. He pulled his cock out of my throat just as fast as he rammed it in. It hurt more when he took it out then when he forced it in. He grabbed me by my hair and forced me to my feet. I could barely stand up. My pussy ached from the fucking I was receiving from John.
Anthony sat down on the couch with his rock hard cock pointing straight up toward the ceiling.
“ All aboard Bitch.” He announced, as though his cock was some kind of amusement park ride.
He spun me around until my back was to him. Then he grabbed me at the waist and pulled me up on to his lap. Then he aimed my pussy over his cock and rammed it in me. His cock was a lot thicker then Johns. I could feel my pussy stretching.
“ Come on bitch move your ass…. Come already.” He shouted.
I had no strength left in my body. My legs had given out. There was no way I was going to be able ride his cock. I was just too weak.
“ How's the pussy man.” John shouted from across the room while he stroked his cock.
“ This bitch sucks man…. She ain't even fucking moving…. Move your fucking ass bitch”
I was too weak…to move “ Pleeeeaseee…. I can't ….my legs are numb…. I can't.”
Tony got angry and started smacking me in the back of the head. John started laughing at him, which made Tony even angrier.
“ I'll get you to move that pretty little ass of yours,” he said angrily.
He grabbed me by my waist and lifted me off of his cock. He held me up for a split second. Then without warning he pulled me down and rammed his cock deep into my ass.
I screamed as loud as I could. His thick cock tore into my asshole. My eyes rolled into the back of my head. My first instinct was to jump up. And each time I tried to get up he would pull me down on his cock. I was doing exactly want he wanted. He had me and he knew it. I was too weak before to ride his cock. The pain in my ass was incredible. I felt like I was being torn apart. My ass was on fire.
“ Ohhhh… God…. Help me.” I cried.
“ I knew that would get you going bitch…. Yeah that's it…Ride that cock…I'm gonna cum in your tight little ass…. yeah that's it.”
He grabbed me by my hips and started bouncing me up and down on his cock with his own strength. John sat down in the other chair and stoked his cock while he watched his friend rape my asshole.
“ Fuck that Bitch man…Yeah cum in that bitches ass…. Yeah… look at her…. she likes it…. Tear her ass up.”
Tony's whole body started shaking. He started lifting himself off his chair so that he could ram my ass even harder.
“ Here it comes Bitch…Agggghhhhh…AgghhhhhhAgghhh…”
He pulled my body down on his cock and exploded deep in my ass. I could actually feel his cock twitching and spewing cum inside my bowels. He held me tight against his body while he unloaded in me. I felt as though my body was his toilet. He basically used my asshole as a place to relive himself.
After his orgasm subsided he called me a few names and told me that I was a stinking whore and threw me off his lap and onto the cold damn floor. As soon as I hit the floor John grabbed me by my head and pulled me over to the other chair. He was stroking his cock furiously. He told me to open my mouth and I did.
“ Your gonna drink my cum bitch…. yeah that's it suck it…. Suck it…Suck it cunt.” He shouted.
He grabbed me by the back of my head and rammed his cock into my mouth and down my throat.
“ Drink it bitch!!!…. Drink my fucking cum.”
He came hard and fast, the first three blasts went straight down my throat. His thick slimy cock continued to fire shots of hot cum down my throat and in my mouth. He lifted my head of his cum coated cock and smeared his venom all over my face. Then he used my hair to clean the rest of his cum off of his cock.
Then he put his hand on my face and mooshed me, causing me to fall back into the corner against the couches. I put my hands over my head and curled up into a ball. I felt as though I had just drank a gallon of cum. Cum was everywhere on my body. My face and my hair were covered with it. I could even feel it leaking out of my ass. I prayed to God that they would let me go after they had robbed and raped me. I was exhausted, I just wanted to go home and sleep. But on this day God, had forgotten all about me.
I sat in that corner for about 15 minutes. I didn't say a word. I don't know if it was cause I was still scared or was it cause I was just to damn tired to move. I looked up and saw the both of them talking and smoking cigarettes. They looked so relaxed as they talked to each other.
Then Tony said to John, “ Should we let this bitch go.”
John looked over at me and smiled and said,
“ Yeah…We'll let her go…. but I wanna fuck her one more time.”
“ Yeah me to…the bitch does have some good pussy.”
“ You hear that Lorraine…were gonna let you live baby…but first were each gonna fuck you again ok baby…. I think that's fare…now get your ass up and lie down on the couch.”
I got up and lied down on the couch. I had no fight left in me. They were each going to fuck me again regardless of what I thought. The last thing I remember was Tony climbing up on top of me and sliding his cock in me. I was so damn tired I feel asleep. I woke up when he started coming in my pussy. As soon as he was down John took his place, and he sank his cock into my cum soaked pussy. It was different this time. He seemed to want to take his time and fuck me slowly. I didn't say a word. I just lied there and stared at the dirty water stained ceiling while he raped me for the second time. After a few minutes he moaned and shot his load in my cunt.
I thought they were done with me. My crotch was soaked with there cum. After John got up, Tony walked over and told me to open my legs. I couldn't believe his cock was hard again. He grabbed my ankles and spread my legs apart. I could feel the cum leaking out of my pussy in thick globs down toward my asshole.
“ Damn Bro…. We filled this bitches cunt up nice…. I hope you're on the Pill baby”
“ Hey Lorraine…I'm gonna fuck you once more and I promise we’ll let you go…you really have some good pussy…Don't worry girl…I'll be quick cause we got to get out of here.” He whispered in my ear.
Then he looked down at my cunt and made a disgusted face. He then reached down and grabbed my dress. He balled it up and started whipping the cum that was leaking out of my cunt. He used my dress like a sponge to soak up there sperm.
“ Aren't-cha glad were gonna let you go? You could at least say thank you.”
I said, “ Thank You," Then he smiled and sank his cock into my body for the third time. This time he played with my tits while he fucked me. I looked over and saw that John had dozed off. It was weird watching him sleep. I was actually jealous of him. While Tony raped me I watched John sleep. Tony fucked me a lot harder that time. He fucked me with long hard strokes. Then he finally moaned and shot another load in my raped pussy.
The both of them got up and got dressed. They grabbed my bag and my heart sank as I watched them fill their pockets with my hard earned money. The both of them smiled at me as the walked out the door. I waited there a few minutes. I didn't want to run out behind them. I wanted to make sure that they were long gone.
I grabbed my cum soaked dress and put it on. I grabbed my jacket and my bag and got the hell out of there. I walked home as fast as I could. As I walked home I could feel there cum running down my thighs. My throat, legs, and pussy ached. But the pain in my ass burned. As soon as I got in my apartment I striped my cloths off and placed my clothing in the garbage. I took a long hot shower. I must have soaped and rinsed myself off four or five times. I also washed my hair twice to make sure I got all the dried up cum of my hair.
It wasn't until I entered my bedroom that I realized what time it was. It was 10:30 am. I thought about calling the police but I didn't. I knew that there was nothing they could do. They were never going to find them. And most all, they sure weren't going to find my money. If I called the police they probably would make me go to the hospital or something or find some way to keep me up longer. I looked at my bed and I looked at my phone. The decision was easy. I climbed into bed, and feel asleep.
I slept like a rock. I didn't wake up until 9:00 the next morning. I reached for my phone to call my job and tell them that I wouldn't be in that day. When I got my boss on the phone he was angry and started yelling at me. Apparently in my rush to leave work Friday night I forgot to run a back up on the system. The computers crashed over the weekend and all the updated inventory data was lost. He then told me that what I did was inexcusable and fired me over the phone.
I hung up the phone and sat in my bed. Slowly I felt the tears swelling up in my eyes. In one weekend my entire life had changed forever. I was robbed and beaten. I was raped orally, vaginally and anally at gunpoint, and to top it off I was fired from my job. I lied down in my bed and cried like a baby. After about twenty minutes of crying I raised my head. I looked down at my tear stained sheets. My tears soaked through into the sheets leaving a big circular wet spot. Looking at the wet spot reminded me of my rapist. He was right when he said,
“ You Can Cry A River… if you want…nobody cares.”
The End
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19,522 | You Can Fuck My Wife | Blucher | NonConsent/Reluctance | 2004-04-15 | 2011-03-07 | 2022-01-01 15:47:46 | 7 | literotica.com | https://www.literotica.com/s/you-can-fuck-my-wife | 1. He yearns to see her with another man. 2. I love seeing another man fuck my wife when she's drunk. 3. I watched her being abused by two men. 4. I watched her being abused by three black policemen. 5. Carol has her first gangbang. 6. Carol goes "dogging". 7. I watch as Carol is forced to satisfy two men. | ['Drugs'] | 4.23 | My wife Carol and I have always had a great sex life. She is a very pretty blonde aged 38, with great legs, medium size firm breasts and a perfect ass.
She would usually do whatever I asked, including taking her clothes off in the car after we had been to a restaurant and giving me a blow job while I was driving.
She would lean across me so that I could feel her ass while she sucked me. This always turned me on; I loved to blindfold her so she didn't know where we were going. Then she would use a vibrator and make herself come as we drove along.
I would turn on the light on her side so I could clearly see her naked body as she slid the big vibrating plastic cock in and out of her pussy and caressed her breasts.
Sometimes I would drive close to a guy walking along and then slow down, hoping that he would see her. The thought of someone looking at her in this situation without her knowing really excited me.
I also liked to stop the car in a place where we could be seen by passing cars but where we couldn't be reached if they stopped (could be the cops). Then I would help her out of the car (still blindfolded) and have her walk around completely naked (or sometimes wearing just stockings and high heel shoes). I would watch her and masturbate.
Once she wanted to piss so I told her to do it right there. It was so erotic to see this beautiful naked woman with her legs apart and letting out a long stream of piss right in the middle of the road.
She would kneel on the front seat of the car with the door open or in the trunk of the station wagon with her ass in full view of anyone passing by and I would fuck her from behind.
All the time I was thinking that maybe some guy would be watching and jacking off. I wanted to share her and see another person using her body, but I knew she would never agree to this.
Carol had a drink problem. Sometimes I would come home from work and she would be completely drunk and ready to do anything, including getting fucked in the ass.
I knew that a friend of ours called Mike who was a graphic artist was nuts about her and I often fantasized about him having sex with her.
Carol had told me that sometimes he would come to our house while I was at work on the pretext of delivering some design work for me.
Once Mike brought a camera with him and asked her to pose for some photos wearing tight mechanics overalls with a zip up the front. She changed into the overalls (no bra) and said that he pulled the zip down and put his hands round her tits to push them out of the overalls. He wanted to photograph her topless. His hands were shaking like a leaf and she could see the big bulge in his pants.
It excited me to hear this, the more details she gave me the harder my erection became. She said that all women enjoy turning a man on. I think she enjoyed letting him see her tits although she said that she refused to do the shots.
Another time he came round with a tube of ointment for muscular pains and asked her to massage the top of his thigh with it. While she was rubbing his leg he suddenly pulled out his erect penis only inches from her face.
She said that she gave it a flick with her finger and told him he wouldn't get anything like that with her.
I often thought about this and imagined that instead of just flicking it, she had taken his cock in her hands and stroked it, and then got down on her knees in front of him, licked off the dripping pre-cum, took the throbbing shaft in her mouth and gave him a blow job. When he ejaculated wad after wad of thick hot sperm and completely filled her mouth, instead of swallowing it, she let it dribble out of her mouth, run down her chin and drip onto her tits, then rubbed it all over her nipples. This excited me so much that I always had to jack off.
One day I arrived home and found her lying on the bed so drunk she couldn't speak.
I was worried at first but after a while I undressed her and she went to sleep.
I thought that here was my opportunity to see her with someone else without her knowing anything about it.
I called Mike and asked him to come over immediately as Carol was sick and I needed some help.
He arrived within five minutes and I told him that Carol had told me all about how he had been trying to seduce her behind my back and he had touched her tits and showed her his erect penis.
Mike was very embarrassed and started to apologize but I told him not to worry as it really turned me on.
I went into the bedroom to check if she was still sleeping. She was out like a light and couldn't be woken.
I called Mike in and told him to be very quiet and ready to run if she woke up.
I asked Mike if he would he like to see her body. I could see he couldn't wait, so I pulled back the covers and there she was, lying on her back with her tits and soft blonde pubic hair in full view.
Sometimes Carol shaved all the hair off her pussy but this time she had left a little at the top.
Mike was so excited he was trembling. I told him he could touch her if he wanted. Without hesitating he sat on the bed and started feeling and kissing her tits, then moved his hand down to her crotch. I pulled her legs apart to fully expose her lovely pussy and he started caressing it and gently working a finger in. I don't know if my wife was feeling it in her drunken sleep but her pussy must have got wet as Mike was sliding two, then three fingers in.
I undressed and stood watching him. He moved down and started licking and sucking her pussy. I had a huge erection, I had never been so turned on before.
There was a great sense of danger, what if she woke up? I knew she would never forgive me if she knew what was going on. This made it all the more exciting.
I pulled her legs up and back by the ankles until her knees almost touched her tits. This gave Mike a superb view of her pussy and her ass hole. He moved down to lick her ass and I could see his tongue pushing into the tight little hole.
"Why don't you fuck her?" I whispered, "but take it easy, she might wake up."
Mike quickly took off his clothes and I saw his cock was dripping with pre- cum. He got on top of her, opened her pussy lips and slowly worked his cock all the way in. Then he started fucking her.
I moved in close to see his big cock going in and out of Carol's pussy. I was going crazy by now and leaned over to place my cock against her mouth. I couldn't open her mouth to put it in so I just moved it back and forth between her lips. I soon had an orgasm and ejaculated all over her face.
Mike gave a quiet groan and I knew he was coming. I couldn't believe it. The man was filling my wife's cunt with his hot sticky cum! This was what I had always dreamed of.
He pulled his cock out and I wiped my sperm off her face. Mike used his handkerchief to clean up her dripping pussy. "Let's turn her over," he said.
"Wait," I replied, "first make sure she's really ou.t" I gave her a little slap and asked loudly a couple of times if she was awake. She didn't move, in fact she began to snore. Between us we managed to turn her over and Mike nearly died when he saw her gorgeous ass. I pulled her legs apart then held her buttocks wide open so that he could see her anus and he got down to lick it again.
I went into the bathroom and came back with some suntan oil. I put some on her ass and told Mike to put some on his dick. He got on top of her and placed the head of his rock hard cock against her anus. I don't know if it was because she was asleep and the sphincter muscle was relaxed, but his cock went in very smoothly, right up to the balls. Then he started sodomizing her.
Again, I just couldn't believe it, all my wildest fantasies had come true, Carol was being fucked in the ass by the guy she had enjoyed teasing but had no intention of going any further with.
I moved in until my face was close to Mike's cock and I could see the anal rape in all its obscene beauty. H e kept pulling his cock back until the head was almost out and then he pushed the whole length in again. In and out it went with a soft sucking noise. He must have come at least five times.
When he had finished he wiped some traces of shit off his cock and was going to wipe her ass clean but I told him to hold off. Now it was my turn. I had never wanted to penetrate a hole that was already full of someone else's cum but when I saw her dilated ass hole with sperm oozing out of it I couldn't resist and slid my cock right up her juicy ass. My heart was pounding, if she woke up now and saw Mike there, this was the end of my marriage.
When I came after only a few strokes in the wet, silky depths of her bowels, my orgasm was so strong that the wads of cum must have gone all the way up her colon.
We cleaned her up, turned her over again and I pulled the covers back over her.
When Carol came into the living room a couple of hours later wearing a dressing gown I was very apprehensive but soon saw that she didn't know anything about what had happened.
"Everything OK?" I asked.
"Sure" she said, "why shouldn't it be?" I thought to myself "If only you knew sweetheart, if only you knew."
Later she said that she'd been to the toilet and her shit was all gooey. Not surprising when you think of all the cum that was in there.
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19,523 | You Can Have Her | toomuchinmyhead | NonConsent/Reluctance | 2012-03-24 | 2012-03-24 | 2022-01-01 15:47:50 | 1 | literotica.com | https://www.literotica.com/s/you-can-have-her | Their Affair is found out, and consequences ensue. | ['Anal', 'Cheating Wife', 'Creampie', 'Forced To Watch', 'Gangbang', 'Kidnap', 'Lovers', 'Restrained'] | 3.62 | _AUTHOR'S NOTE: This one is a little rougher than ...oh, just read it. No point describing it. The ending is kind of a downer._
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I saw Carrie's name on my cell and picked it up.
"Hi, Carrie, what's up?"
"Jeff, I- I need to see you."
It was not unusual for Carrie to call me unannounced, as she was married, and we saw each other only when she could get away. But there was urgency in her voice that I hadn't heard in our nine-month relationship.
"Is everything okay?" I asked. "You sound a little, I dunno, edgy?"
"Yes, yes," she reassured me, "but please, could you come over? Right away? Something has, uh-m, come up. We need to talk."
Uh-oh. The moment of truth, I thought. Her cheeseball husband Frank suspects something? Found out? I told her I'd be there in twenty minutes and scooted out of the house to my seven year old Toyota. I made my way on the familiar route to her house, from my side of town over to the upscale, ritzy side, where Carrie lived with her well-to-do husband, Frank, in their big house with the pool and all. Mind you, it was no sacrifice to be having an affair with a rich woman, but that's not what our relationship was about. I thought about us, and our past, in the light of this potential crisis as I drove.
We'd met at a bar, of all places, but not one where I usually hang out. No, I had taken some part-time work for some extra cash with one of my friends, working a swanky bar as a bartender. Carrie was there with friends, and we got into a conversation that lasted, on and off, throughout the evening. In the end her friends left, and she stayed, talking to me as the crowd dwindled, and I walked her to her car before cleaning up after closing. There wasn't even a kiss that night, but we both felt we'd made a special connection.
We met off and on over the next weeks, for lunch at first, then an evening date. I kind of suspected she was married, although I never asked, and she didn't offer. She would call me when she had the chance, and I would meet her. We were seeing each other for a few months before we slept together, and she confessed her marriage, and she cried for deceiving me. I came to learn that it was loveless on her part, that she'd married a man she'd been attracted to, too quickly, and had grown accustomed to the lifestyle. But he loved her, he said, and she went along. She'd never planned to cheat, had told herself it was wrong, but then met me, and ... well, we just kind of fell into it.
And by then, we were in love, deeply, the kind you read about, but never happens to you or anyone you know. Just being with her lifted my spirits, and when we were apart it hurt with a physical ache. I know she felt the same; she'd confessed as much, and the idea of her being married to a lout like Frank was disturbing. We had recently begun discussing out future, but she balked at the idea of divorce, she said Frank would never let her go. Her told her he loved her, but she told me he was possessive and controlling easy to anger, and suspicious. And I guess now, his suspicions were true.
When I pulled up in her long, circular driveway I pulled all the way up and around the side of the house, the way I always did. I'd been here plenty of times, as Frank travelled for work a great deal. I came back to the front and checked my watch: twenty-two minutes, pretty good timing. I knocked and waited. She answered, and the distress was clear on her face.
"Carrie, honey," I said entering, "What's the matter?"
And everything went black.
When I woke I was paralyzed and blind, and someone was driving an ice pick into the back of my head. As my eyes and brain cleared I realized that there was no ice pick, but the lump on my head throbbed with a sharp, piercing pain, and I was duct-taped to a chair. I wasn't blind either; it just took a lot of courage and fortitude to open my eyes.
When I did pry them open I recognized my surroundings, it was the guest bedroom in Carrie's house. I thought I saw Carrie naked on the bed and squeezed my eyes shut, trying to blink away the cobwebs without moving my head.
"Oh," I heard from my left, "Pretty boy is awake!" I couldn't turn, or move my head; I guessed that it, too, was taped to the chair. There was a shuffle, and Frank walked into my line of sight. "Nice to see you, Lover Boy!" he sneered. "Have a nice nap?"
"Wh-What's going on?" I managed.
"What's going on?" he barked. "I'll fucking tell you what's going on. You're fucking my wife! That's what the fuck is going on!"
I heard Carrie start sobbing from behind Frank, blubbering "I'm sorry, I'm sorry," over and over again. God, I thought, if he hurt her ...
He must have seen my thoughts on my face. "Aww, isn't that cute? Lover Boy is concerned for MY WIFE'S welfare." He smirked, and punched me in the stomach. I grunted as the air blew out of my lungs, and would have doubled over if I hadn't been restrained. "Fuck you, Jeffie! You like that?! That's what you get when you fuck another man's wife!"
Carrie was wailing, begging him to stop. I suddenly felt helpless and inadequate as the woman I loved tried to protect me from harm. I watched his face twist in a knot of fury as he spun and lunged to the bed where she lay, naked.
"Shut the fuck up, you whore!" he railed, leaning over the bed with his face inches from hers. It wasn't until then, when she didn't leap off the bed that I realized she was tied down, and my heart sank. I had a very, very bad feeling that this was not going to end well."You fucking cheating WHORE! Shut up!" He was furious, spitting in his rage.
"Frank," I called out, and his head snapped up to glare at me, eyes wild. He leaped towards me, stopping his face with our noses almost touching.
"You got something to say, Lover Boy?" he snarled. I heard Carrie's terrified sobs, and I remembered the punch. I spoke softly, trying to be reasonable.
"Frank, this doesn't have to happen; it doesn't have to be like this."
"Oh, yeah, like YOU get a fucking vote!" he spat. "Trust me shithead, you have no idea how it's going to be." I tried to imagine the worst that could happen, and saw myself in the hospital after a vicious beating, and I cringed as he stepped away. He straightened, and looked at each of us, and his face took on an amused and barely sane expression.
"Well, I have some things to take care of, so why don't you 'lovers' have a little chat?" He strolled the room. "Get in touch with your emotions," he spit, the sarcasm dripping evilly from his voice. "Share your feelings." He strode to the door. "Profess your UNDYING love. I'll be back shortly." He stamped out and closed the door; I heard the lock click solidly.
Carrie was moaning and and crying, and I called to her several times before she quieted enough to answer. She immediately started apologizing, and resumed sobbing. I asked what happened, and she explained that he'd had her followed, confronted her, slapped her around, and forced her to lure me here. She apologized profusely, and I told her it was all right, I understood. She finally became silent, interrupted by occasional hitching breaths.
"What do you think he'll do?" I asked. "What's he capable of?"
"I don't know," she confessed," I've never seen him like this. I- I've seen him angry before, and he's been, you know, rough sometimes, but I've never seen him this angry." I struggled in my chair, despite the pain in my head, but found it was futile; I was strapped in good.
"He wouldn't, you know, uh-m," I started, afraid of saying the words, "kill us, would he?"
"Oh, Jeff, I just don't now," she bleated, and began crying again. I called to her several times before she calmed enough to talk again.
"Carrie, I want you to know, that whatever happens, I love you. However this night turns out, I still love you, will always love you. I'm sorry I got us into this mess, sorry for the trouble." She sniffed a little, and mewled her misery. "I- I...I'll do whatever I can to protect you."
"No, baby, it's not your fault. I don't regret a single moment of what we have, and I wouldn't change a thing," she called to me. "I think I hear him coming!" I watched as her body tensed, as if bracing for a blow in her bonds. As footsteps approached I looked at her, so beautiful, even in her bound and vulgar state, her fine, smooth skin glistening under the harsh lights with a sheen of sweat, and her breasts jiggling as her sobs began anew. Between her legs I could see her perfect shaved vagina, and I suppressed a feeling of guilt for looking. The steps got closer, and then I knew there were more than two feet approaching.
The lock turned and the door opened. Frank entered, and three other guys and a girl entered, big, nasty, biker types. The guys were burly and hairy, and the woman had a hard look to her. All wore an assortment of black leather and denim, looking like real rough trade. My testicles pulled up into my body in fear.
"Well, Lovebirds, have you made your peace and said your goodbye's?" The knot in my stomach clenched and I knew, for certain, that I would be killed. "I would introduce you, but let's face it, there's really no need," he chuckled evilly, and the other four laughed with him. "These are some, shall we say, 'Business Associates' of mine, and they are going to give me a hand solving my problem tonight." He motioned with his chin in my direction, looking at two of the thugs.
They loped to me, and one suddenly slammed his fist into the side of my face. The other took a few hard punches to my midsection, and I gasped for breath, trying not to lose consciousness as the blow to my head shook me, making my vision dance with flashing lights. As my hearing and vision returned, I heard laughter and Carrie's screaming. Opening my eyes I saw the leather chick pulling her nipples, hard and away from her body, turning her beautiful breasts in to cones, stretched painfully from her chest. I managed half a word of protest before a fist smashed into my cheek, and blood poured from my mouth.
"Shut the fuck up, asshole," the bearded one commanded. I remained silent, waiting for my vision to clear. I heard Frank jeering at Carrie.
"They'll beat him to death, you know that," he was saying, and the knot tightened in my chest. "You want to save him? Huh? You want to save your Lover Boy?" Carrie was howling in pain, and I could see the leather bitch had attached something to her nipple. Frank motioned to her, and she removed it, and stepped back. He put his hand under her head, and lifted, making her face me, and motioned to the two thugs.
Blows rained down on me. I heard them grunting with the effort, heard Carrie shrieking in horror, begging them to stop, and then I heard nothing, saw nothing, and soon felt nothing.
When I came to, I heard muffled voices, and then my body greeted me with a world of pain, and I wished fervently to slip back into unconsciousness. There was no escaping it, though, and as the sounds and voices became more clear I remembered where I was, and how I got there, and I remembered Carrie. I forced my eyes open.
I had been moved closer to the bed, near the foot and facing my married lover. I heard the girl say that I was coming around, and someone threw water in my face. I tasted blood in my mouth as my eyes cleared. Frank's face suddenly filled my field of vision again, a visage of evil and hatred.
"Well, Lover Boy," he sneered, "How are you feeling?"
"Go fuck yourself," I mumbled through my mashed lips. It hurt to talk.
"Still got some fight in you, eh? Don't matter," he said casually, standing and moving away. "We can beat that out of you. No matter how long it takes."
"No, please, leave him alone, please," I heard Carrie pleading, and I was taken by my impotence at having my lover beg for me, trying to protect me.
Frank turned to her when she spoke. "You want to save your Lover Boy, whore?" he laughed. "Good. Isn't love and devotion wonderful to see?" He came back to me then, his face pushed into mine, so I could feel his spit as he hissed his threats at me. "My whore wife wants to spare you some suffering, Jeffie Boy. Isn't that nice? And I'm going to give her the chance." He was speaking low, just for me. "But you're going to wish that we had beat you to death before it's over," he chuckled. "You're going to get to see just what a slut whore she is." He put his hand on my face, and then slapped me, hard; jarring my consciousness and reviving the sharp pains in my head and face. When I reopened my eyes he was back at Carrie's side.
"Well, my whore soon-to-be-ex-wife, you want us not to beat your little boy toy to death? Is that what you said?"
"Please, Frank, I'm sorry, please don't hurt him anymore, please..."
"You can save him," he told her, loud enough for me to hear. "Beg me for his life."
"Please Frank, please don't...hurt him, please I'm begging," she whimpered. She didn't say kill, but I was pretty sure they would.
"I'll give you a chance to save him," he gloated. "My friends came here for some fun. I promised them a really good time," he turned to me, and flashed a victorious grin. "They can have fun beating him to a painful death, or," he turned back to her, "they can have fun with you. He reached for her nipple and twisted it painfully, eliciting a squeal from Carrie. "Will you entertain my friends? Will you show them a good time?" He pulled her nipple again, and then slapped her hard. "Well, whore? What's it going to be? You or him?"
"Please, Frank, please don't make me..."
"Fine," he told her, and turned to his thugs, who were lounging in chairs around the room. "Have at him." They shuffled to their feet and looked at me with dispassionate interest.
"No! Please!" Carrie shrieked. "I'll- I'll do whatever you want, please, don't hurt him," she cried.
"You're sure, slut? We can just beat him senseless," he laughed.
"Please, I'll do what you say, whatever you say,"
"And you'll be good to my friends?"
"Yes, anything, just please don't hurt him," she whimpered, and I felt my male ego respond, remembering his threat.
"Carrie, don't," I managed to squawk. Frank ignored my feeble outburst.
"Don't you resist, bitch. You cooperate, and we'll spare your little boy," he warned evilly. "You be good to my friends; be a good whore and do whatever they want."
"Yes, yes...I..." she cried, "whatever they want, I'll be good, just please don't hurt him." Frank stood then, and waved his friends into action as he came to me. He put his face into mine again, speaking just for me. "You wanted her?" he leered. "You can have her. But first you get to see what whore she really is." He spit in my face. "See if you still want her when we're done!" He smiled maliciously, and turned away.
I cringed at the thought of what they might do, but nothing prepared me for the level of his angry revenge or the depraved desires of his 'associates'. The first thing they did was untie her legs from the bed posts; she had been partially spread, her pussy showing but not overly exposed. They took the ropes and stood on the bed, threading them through eye hooks in the ceiling. Then they stepped down off the bed and pulled the ropes. Carrie groaned in dismay as her ankles were pulled up and out, her legs extended straight up and pulled wide apart, pointing at the ceiling. Her pussy spread wide open.
Almost immediately the three thugs began undressing. I never learned their names, and in my awful memories they are simply Beard, Brute and Bald. Bald was the first with his pants off, he was a large, broad-shouldered and hard- faced man, and his cock, semi hard, matched his stature. He went directly to the bed, still in his tee shirt, and knelt next to Carrie's head.
"Open up, baby," he said to her, waggling his fat cock, "Start sucking like you want it!" Carrie made some whimpering sounds and turned her head.
"Oh, it's gonna be like that?" Frank bellowed from the seat he had taken, and motioned to the girl, who I recall as Skank. Skank stood and came to me, and slapped me hard across the face. Then again, on the other side. Though my clouded vision I saw her pull her hand back, but Frank said, "That's better. You do it and like it like you know you do, cunt." Skank stepped back, smirking at me, and I briefly saw Carrie's head bobbing on Bald's cock as he pumped his hips into her face. But then my view of her was blocked as Brute stepped between us, and I saw him line up his cock at her pussy, and my heart stopped.
His cock was huge, with a fat bulbous head, and he pushed the big head inside her without preamble. I heard her muffled cry as he penetrated her, and watched her lips spread around him briefly, before they were pushed inside her with the force of his thrust. He pulled out.
"She's fucking dry as a bone," he announced, and climbed off the bed. Skank moved off her chair, but Frank stopped her. "Not you," he said, pointing at me. "Him." He grinned, and joined Brute behind my chair. They dragged it, with me still in it, to the foot of the bed, and leaned the chair forward till my chest rested against the edge of the bed, and my face was inches from Carrie's spread pussy, the pussy I loved to lick and suck, the pussy of the woman I loved.
"She's saving your life, Jeffie Boy," I heard Frank say over the slurping sounds of the cock pumping Carrie's mouth. "Show her some appreciation." I could hear the grin in his words as I felt Skank's hand on the back of my head, pushing me into her.
"Lick it, bitch," she rasped, "Get it nice and wet for some cock!"
My lips were pressed against her opening, and I knew that if she remained dry and tight, Brute's big cock would tear her apart. Against my will my tongue slipped into her hole and began teasing her, trying to stimulate her. I pushed my saliva inside her as I licked, hoping it would ease the passage of her defilement that I was powerless to prevent. I heard her moan at my touch; she still wanted me, and only me, I knew it in my heart, and I reacted with my mouth, licking her labia, sucking her pussy the way she likes, and slowly moving up to her clit.
Her hips pulsed up into my face, and when I reached the top of her pussy, found her button beginning to grow. I licked around it, shamed at my eagerness to please her while her husband and his thugs watched me and conflicted about my purpose. But she responded to my tongue, and I knew that she did because it was me, and that she appreciated my efforts to minimize her potential discomfort. I worked harder then, spurred by her response despite my surroundings, and licked around her clit, teasing her aroused button to full size, and listening diligently to her responses and verbal cues as to what was working for her.
When her humping increased against my face and her moans became steadier, I felt hands pull me back from the bed. But instead of dragging me back they pulled me to the side, so not only was I only a little over a foot away from her wet, spread-open pussy, but when Brute stepped back to her crotch I could still see around him, where Bald was holding her head still with his hands and was fucking her face. Disgusting noises came from her, a "gug-gug-gug," as he banged his cock into the back of her mouth. But I was distracted by Brute, who pushed himself halfway into her on one stroke.
"Oh, yeah, much better," he chortled, and he gripped her thighs, hard, and announced, "hang on, slut, you're gonna love this." I watched as he pulled back a little and shoved his entire shaft into her, splitting her pussy wide around his fat shaft. She screamed around Bald's cock, and I saw her eyes opened wide as he pushed in, deeper than she could take. It had to hurt.
She lifted her hips in an effort to get away, to pull her pussy back from the brutal assault, but Brute hung on and began pounding long, hard strokes into her. I winced for her every time he went in, knowing what she must be suffering from the cries she tried to emit from her stuffed mouth. As I looked at her face Bald pulled back, and using his hand, began striking and rubbing his cock on her pretty face. I saw Skank get up and walk behind me, coming back into view on the other side of the bed. She took Carrie's head in her hands, holding the sides of her face, and hooking her fingers into Carries mouth. She pulled, and my love's lips stretched wid.
"Open, bitch," Skank told her, and Carrie obeyed, her mouth gaping open with terror in her eyes. Bald spit into her mouth, and then drove his cock into her face, halfway, then pausing; then pushing until it slipped in further, and I heard her gag, and then he pressed his pubic hair to her nose. His ball sack squashed against her chin and her eyes bulged, and I saw her throat bulge from the invasion.
And she vomited, a yellow and white viscous fluid shooting out around her lips, into Bald's pubic hair, and he pulled back and shouted as Skank released her head, laughing.
"Fuck! The bitch puked on me!"he barked. He climbed off the bed as Skank pulled her hair back. My poor love gasped for air, choking as I looked on helplessly. Brute was still battering her pussy to wet pulp, my face barely a foot away, wet sounds insulting my ears as he fucked her hard, Bald went for a towel to clean up his genitals, and Skank released her hair, climbed off the bed, and stripped her pants down.
"I'll clean her up," she said, as Beard dropped his pants, and began removing his shirt. Naked from the waist down and wearing a black leather vest, Skank climbed over Carrie and squatted over her face. "Here comes the rinse cycle!" she announced, and Brute lunged his cock all the way in her, to the base, making her mouth drop open as she cried out. As she screamed from the deepest penetration she'd ever endured, a stream of fluid trickled from Skank's parted legs, turning into a full stream hosing as she released her urine into Carrie's desperate face. I closed my eyes, unable to watch as Skank pissed on my lover, Brute quietly holding himself deep inside her, the room silent but for the splashing of urine rinsing the vomit from my dear lover's face, and her gasps and sputterings as she struggled for breath around the offensive stream, and laughs from the onlookers.
I heard the splashing subside, and opened my eyes to see Skank climbing off, laughing. Beard went to her head then and held his cock near her face.
"Take it, sweetie, don't make me force you," he warned, and her eyes, still stinging from urine, blinked rapidly and settled on his throbbing erection. "Go ahead, take it. Want it. You know you do," he teased. I watched her mouth open as she brought her head to his cock, and wrapped the head in her lips, those lips I loved to kiss. Her cheeks sunk in as she sucked him, pretending to enjoy it to protect me from harm, and my heart sunk and shattered. My poor, lovely girlfriend, pretending to enjoy this stranger's hard cock in her mouth, making herself do it enthusiastically, just to save my worthless hide. It was devastating.
Bald returned to the scene then, stripped completely now, and tapped Brute on the shoulder. Brute nodded, and pulled hi shaft slowly from Carrie's pussy. I watched as each inch of his massive tool emerged, wet and slick, and I took some small comfort in arousing her for his meat. As the head emerged her lips stretched, seeming near to split her open, and she groaned as he held it just inside her opening, keeping it at the once-tight ring of her vagina. Then it popped out, leaving her red, swollen pussy wide open, and I heard her sigh, as if from dismay. Bald and Brute laughed.
"She fucking loves my cock, man," Brute muttered.
"Well then, she'll really enjoy this!" Bald answered. And lying on his back, began lifting Carrie's body up, Bald assisting, until his prone body was beneath hers, both on their backs, his cock up between her legs. Skank appeared, and squirted some jelly on his cock, and stroked his shaft as I watched, fearful of what might happen. Carrie was still sucking on Beard's cock as if my life depended on her enthusiasm, when Skank reached between her legs and pulled her ass cheeks apart. Holding them open with one hand, she took Bald's shaft in the other, and forced it up between Carrie's cheeks, aiming the tip at Carrie's tight back door. Carrie tried to wiggle her hips away, but to no avail.
Bald reached over her body and grabbed her nipples, twisting and pulling them. "Ask for it!" he grunted. "Beg me, or we will beat your boyfriend bloody!" Carrie pulled her mouth off Beard's slick shaft.
"P- please," she stuttered, and my heart broke, knowing that she would beg for mercy, and that they would deny her. "Oh, please," she repeated, pleading, "Please put your cock in my ass and fuck me!"
As my heart stopped Bald pushed his hips up, and Skank held his cock steady for him with one hand and pushed down on Connie's pubic mound with the other. The head of his cock pushed at her delicate crinkle, then opened it, and pushed inside. Carrie howled.
"That's right!" Bald yelled into her ear, "Take it. Fucking beg me for more!"
"Please," Carrie cried, and I could see tears in her eyes as Beard's cock rubbed her face, streaking her with her own saliva and his pre-cum, "Please, put your cock in my ass!"
"Say it dirty, bitch," he instructed as he pushed, and she cried out as his head pushed further inside her stretching her rear hole.
"Fuck my ass! Fuck it hard! Shove you hard cock up my dirty shit hole and fuck me!" I was crushed by the lengths she was going to in order to protect me, and my helplessness brought tears to my eyes. Through my weeping I could make out his blurred cock, about halfway inside her ass, slipping further, until it was buried inside her tight back door. The insertion distended her pussy outwards, making it bulge towards me, and opening her more. I thought I saw her juices running out of her open hole, but it was probably my tears. Then Brute returned between her legs.
"I'm back, baby," he growled, "don't leave me hanging. Tell me like you told him!"
"Oh, fuck, yeah, give me that big cock," Carrie encouraged him, her head lifted up, and glaring at him, eyes bulging wide. "Shove that fucking man-meat in my cunt and fuck me in my pussy and ass!"
"You got it!" he sneered, and in one thrust shoved his entire length inside her, opening her pussy wider, filling her pussy, and making her tummy bulge up from the two cocks inside. She howled in her degradation, and her voice tore at my heart, but her cries were cut off as Beard returned his cock to her lips, and she opened and sucked in most of his length, gagging herself, knowing she needed to sacrifice her throat for me.
Skank was at my side, laughing and wiping my tears, and whispering in my ear as the three big men ravaged my girl, my love, against her will, enforcing her sacrifice. "She's some slut, huh, Jeffie Boy?" she goaded me. "Look at her taking all that cock!" She had not put her pants back on, and her leather vest hung open now, exposing her obviously fake tits. She put her face next to mine, rubbing her cheek on mine as she leaned over my shoulder, watching Carrie get fucked by her three friends. "I thought she would resist longer, didn't you? I mean, she was all scared, and begging and all, and then she kind of went along, for your sake," she laughed derisively. "But look at her now," she breathed hotly into my ear. "That's no act, eh, Jeffie?"
Still unable to turn my head, I was spared the malicious grin I heard in her voice. But I was not spared the vision I had when her words pulled the veil of my love's delusion from my eyes. Carrie was sucking madly on Beard's cock, slurping and licking and pushing her head down on the shaft, forcing herself to gag on his length, all the while pumping her hips in time to the powerful thrusts of the two men impaling her ass and pussy. Occasionally Beard would pull his cock from her mouth, rubbing the slicked shaft over her face, and she would coo and mewl her desire, until he cajoled her to urge them on, and she would spew a string of vile filth to the cocks debasing her. I felt my breath escape me as I watched Brute's massive tool pump what was once her love nest, but was now a wet, stretched and swollen fuck hole. His shaft was slicked with her juices, and the excess flowed down below her pussy to lubricate her clearly eager ass hole.
"Fuck my ass, give it to me hard," she cried out, "Oh, God, you're splitting me in two with your giant cock, you bastard, fuck my cunt! Fuck me!"
"Fuck, this is so hot, my pussy is dripping," Skank hissed. My eyes darted down to see her hand slip between her own legs, and then come up to my face. I smelled her scent, and she smeared her fingers across my closed lips as her other hand grabbed my cock. "Are you getting hard watching your girlfriend fuck like a whore?" As she rubbed my crotch I realized, to my shame, that I was indeed hard, and she laughed softly in my ear. "You worthless piece of shit," she chuckled, "getting off on seeing your lover fuck three men at once. What kind of man are you?" She squeezed my shaft hard as she spoke, and my guilt and humiliation made me wilt in her grasp. I would have hung my head if I could, but had to close my eyes tightly to stop seeing the reality.
A change in the grunts and wails bade me to open my eyes again; I saw the men jerking spasmodically now, thrusting hard jerks into her ass, pussy and mouth. Beard bellowed and pulled his cock from Carrie's mouth, shooting multiple ropes of thick semen across her open mouth and face. She didn't turn her head; rather she laid her tongue out flat, trying to catch as much as she could. Then Bald began yanking her nipples as he grunted loudly, and I could see his balls clench; the giant globes in his sack pulled up tight as he dumped a load of his own into her bowels. The excess formed a white frothy ring around his cock at her dilated anal muscle. And then Brute howled, and drove his cock deep into her. She screamed as he stretched her deeply, shooting his load, filling her once-lovely pussy, and turning it into a messy, cum-filled used cunt. My breath caught listening to her coax them.
"Oh, yeah, fill me up, fill my ass and cunt with your hot cum, fuck, I can feel your cum in me." I stared at her face with dismay, seeing it coated with gooey white streaks dripping down her chin, one eye plastered shut, cum on her nose, and covering the lips that cooed her delight. "O-oh, yeah, fill me with cum, it's so hot, so fucking hot in me..." Her words trailed off and disappeared with my love.
I hadn't realized my eyes were closed until I felt the chair move. I was being pushed towards her, still fixed in my chair, and again they leaned me forward, my eyes opening just in time to see her two holes, gaping open and swollen, leaking gobs of thick, disgusting semen, and then Skank was pushing my head down, pressing my face into her crotch. The harsh smell of cum assaulted my nose right before my mouth was pushed into her, and the pool of liquid smeared into my face and chin.
"Clean it out, Jeffie Boy," Skank urged, "Lick that cunt and ass, suck the cum out of your slut!" I couldn't see, couldn't breathe, my nose was pressed into her clit, and my mouth opened for air, only to be filled by a glob of hot cum as her hips pulsed.
"Lick that cunt, lick that ass," I heard, and I swallowed, trying to clear my mouth to breathe as Carrie's hips hitched higher, my nose slipping into her gaping pussy as her spewing asshole met my open mouth. Another spurt of come filled my mouth as I gasped for breath.
"Lick that ass, suck the cum out of my ass," I heard, but not Skank this time, it was Carrie, urging me to clean her out, to love her cum-filled ass and pussy with my tongue and lips, and my devotion to her answered her as I speared my tongue up her used asshole, licking out the residue of her anal violation. I heard her respond, sighing softly at my attention, and cleaned out her ass, and then she lowered her hips and I did the same for her used and battered pussy, soothing her opening with my tongue and lips, sucking the offending fluids from her, cleaning her out and swallowing the vile offering. And then she lowered again, offering me her hard clit; for me, I thought, trying to convince myself still, her clit is hard for me, and I licked her hard, the way she likes it when she's ready to cum, and she humped my face, responding as she always had, and drenched me in her juices as she climaxed on my mouth.
I licked her through her orgasm, feeling the pulses in her pussy as she rode the wave of her delight, for me, I told myself, only for me, not for them, I denied. I soothed her aching and abused lips and opening with soft tender strokes of my tongue and gentle kisses as her crest peaked, and subsided, and then she was still.
My face was still pressed by my weight into her wet crotch as the room went silent. Tears filled my eyes as the realization of what she had done, what I had witnessed and done, came crashing into me. I heard motion behind me, and words spoken quietly, but couldn't hear them, didn't WANT to hear them. I heard clothes rustling, and then my chair was pulled back upright, and turned to the side.
Frank was there. The thugs were untying Carrie. Frank looked at her, then at me. "Get out," he said. "You wanted her; you can have her." There was a look of disgust on his face, and I didn't know if it was for me, or for his wife. "The slut's yours, now. Both of you get the fuck out." I felt a tug behind my head, and saw the flash of a long blade as Skank cut the tape away, and then again as my arms, chest and legs were freed. I turned as they dragged Carrie's limp body off the bed and threw the used, wet sheet on her.
"Take her, Lover Boy, she's all yours," he laughed, and his crew laughed with him. I stood stiffly, the smell of pussy and cum still in my nostrils, and bent to help her up.
"Her clothes," I managed, and was struck hard in the back of my head, making me see stars and reviving the sharp pain from the previous blows.
"Fuck you!" Frank shouted. "She leaves here the way she came to me, with nothing! Get her the fuck out!" I bundled my love's used body in the sheet, still wet and stinking of piss, and helped her to her feet. Head down, properly subdued and defeated, I slinked out with my arm holding Carrie on her feet, and we made our way out of Frank's house of horrors.
*
For three days she stayed in bed, and I didn't go to work, staying home to take care of her. She didn't speak, and hid her eyes from me, even as I bathed her. She wouldn't eat, and I could barely get her to drink water. When my boss threatened to fire me I had to go back to work. I left food and water at her bedside, and reluctantly left the house.
When I returned home that evening she was gone. He cell was on the kitchen table next to a certified mail envelope, and the divorce papers from Frank. I glanced through it. She would get nothing. I looked at her phone; there were no recent calls, but there was one text message.
SIGN IT. YOU SHOULD SEE THE VIDEO.
My heart sank and I collapsed in a chair, wondering where she was, what she was doing, and how she had reacted to the letter and the news of a video, which I had to assume was of her ordeal. After a while I busied myself making dinner, but never ate, hoping she would return, and things could go back to normal, or at least we would be together. I know she was suffering inside at enjoying herself in front of me, and was tormented by the demons she knew lived inside her, just as I was still shocked at her behavior. But I knew my love for her could rise above out problems; I could get past it, if she would just let me in, talk to me, be with me again, like before.
Eventually I stopped puttering aimlessly around the house, and settled on the couch to watch nothing on television, wondering all the while where she was and what she was doing. I was awakened in the middle of the night by a sound, and sat up to see her staggering up the stairs. I called to her but she didn't answer, so I followed her up, catching her as she entered our small bedroom. I grabbed her shoulders and turned her around, and as she spun she lost her balance and fell, sitting, against the doorway.
She reeked of alcohol, and was clearly drunk. She slurred some unintelligible words. I reached for the light switch and turned it on, and she winced against the sudden brightness, her head lolling to the side, her legs splayed out beneath her short skirt. It had ridden up as she fell, and she was not wearing underwear. I saw cum leaking from her pussy, and noticed her shirt was torn and open, and there were remnants of cum in her hair and on her face.
I sobbed as I undressed her and took her into the bathroom, and soaked her in the tub, washing the results of her night away, as though erasing the evidence would erase the facts. I was still crying when I helped her to bed. I didn't go to work the next day.
Our life continued like that for several months, in silence and growing despair. The divorce finalized, and we tried to get her some new clothes, but honestly, I don't make all that much money, and I had been missing work, so money was tight. Every once in a while I would come home from work and she'd be gone; the next day would begin another series of days she couldn't look at me, and more that she wouldn't talk. She never told me what she did or where she'd gone.
After a few months of erratic attendance, I was fired, and we decided to move, to another city, a new job a fresh start, we hoped. Before leaving we had a long talk, about us, about her behavior. I still loved her, and told her so. She admitted that she loved me, and quietly admitted her shame at enjoying the abuse she'd suffered, and her guilt and confusion at how she had behaved. She apologized for her behavior, and promised to try to talk more to me, but she confessed a weakness, a need to blot out her memories. She knew she drank too much, too often, and admitted some drug use, and confessed that she had done 'things' while under the influence.
I forgave her all her transgressions, and promised that a new start, somewhere new, would be best, and she agreed half-heartedly, and promised to try and be strong, for me, for us.
The first few weeks in the new place went by all right, but she soon became despondent and sullen and sad, and moped around the house. In my new job I could not take time off to watch her, and left the house daily hoping for the best. But one day I came home and she wasn't there, and I knew the cycle was starting again, and I felt my connection to her crumbling despite my love.
She didn't come home for three days.
Her disappearances continued then, becoming more frequent and often spanning more than a day. As was always the case she would come home drunk or hung over, or stoned, or coming down from a high, and always used and defiled. We began fighting about it. Once I came home and there were strangers in our rented house, drugs and alcohol everywhere, and she was in the bedroom, bent over the foot of the bed getting fucked in the ass as she ate another woman's cunt. I blew a fit, and threw everyone out of the house, and she argued with me, and left with them.
She didn't come back.
*
I didn't see her again for five years, when I came home from work one day, and she was sitting on my front steps with a duffle bag. She stood as I approached, and I looked at her, drinking in the vision of her, older and thinner now, looking like she had aged ten years in the five that had passed.
"Hello, Carrie," I said, holding myself away from her. I felt the familiar stirrings of my feelings for her, but with them came the warnings of betrayal and abandonment, and I held myself in check.
"Hi, Jeff. Long time," she said cautiously.
I looked down at her bag. "What's up?" I asked, trying to sound non-committal. She was blocking my path to my own door, but I didn't want to create a scene.
"I wanted to come by and say hello," she said softly. "I've been ... away." She looked up at me, searching my eyes hopefully. "How have you been?"
"Good," I answered vaguely. I was doing well at work now, but my personal life was a shambles of failed relationships and missed opportunities. "Work is going well."
She shuffled from one foot to the other, looked down, then off into the distance a little before looking back at me. "I'm sober now," she offered, "two years."
"That's good," I said honestly, and added, "I'm proud of you." And I meant it.
"I, uh, went through kind of a rough patch there, at the end," she said. "Hit bottom. You know." I didn't, but I pretended I did. I wondered what her bottom was, and then wondered why I cared. "I wanted to come by, you know," she meandered, "I wanted to apologize." She looked down at her hands, then back up at me, tucking a strand of her hair, longer now, behind her ear. "I was pretty bad, I treated you badly," she said. "You didn't deserve that, and I'm sorry."
"I'm over it," I told her, "It's a long time ago. But thanks."
"You always treated me well, always loved me, even when I was cruel to you, and acted badly," she said. "I was confused, and hurt, then; I was guilty and ashamed of myself." She brushed that loose strand of hair back again. "I struggled with myself, trying to reconcile what I had done, how it felt, with how I saw myself." She looked off into the distance. "I was trying to forget, and trying to deny it, and punishing myself for what I did."
"It's a long time ago, Carrie," I repeated. "If you're looking for forgiveness, I don't know if I can give you that."
"I know," she said wistfully. "I don't expect it. Frankly, I don't deserve it." She sucked in a big breath. "I was terrible, and uncaring and selfish." She heaved another sigh. "After I left, I was angry and bitter, and I took it out on myself." She visibly steeled herself, straightening her spine. "I ... uh ...wallowed in my self-pity and indulged myself. I really descended into ... well, I went really low."
"Worse than what I witnessed?"
She blew out a breath. "A lot worse," she confessed. "You can't imagine."
"I still loved you when you left," I interjected, and wondered why. "You really hurt me." I added, and then the words, built up for so long, spilled out of me. "I was hurting too, then, and I wanted to help you, to help us." She turned her head away, and I reached for her arm, turning her back to me. "I wanted to help you. I knew you were suffering. But you wouldn't let me in. It killed me to see what you did to yourself. But it was worse because I loved you, and you wouldn't let me in, wouldn't let me help."
She looked at me for a long time, and I watched her eyes, hardened by her years of abuse, soften and make her face more open, more wanting. "I know," she finally sighed. "I was terrible, and I'm sorry." Her voice was wounded and vulnerable, and I looked at her through the eyes of my memory of her, of our love, of that night, and of her months of betrayal and debauchery. Despite myself I felt longing for her, for the woman I had known before, and the suffering, self-destructive person she became.
"What's with the bag?" I asked.
"Oh," she said, motioning with her head, and blinking nervously, "It's nothing, I just.."
"Do you have somewhere to stay?"
"Actually, no, but don't worry, I'll find...."
"Do you want to stay here?" I asked, not understanding why I offered. "You know," I gave her an out, "until you find someplace?"
She looked at me then, and I thought I saw the Carrie from before, the wonderful, sensitive woman I'd fallen in love with. "Are you sure?" she asked. "I know some people..."
"No you don't," I offered her. "Not the people you want to ask, you know that." I bent down and picked up her bag. "You can stay here," I told her, and her demeanor relaxed a little. I stopped before we went in. "We're not going to pick up where we left off," I warned.
"No, I know," she confirmed.
"It's temporary, till you get on your feet."
"Sure, I understand. Jeff, I can't thank you enough..."
"It's not a problem," I said, smiling to myself. "It's what friends are for." She reached for me but I stepped around her and opened the door. To what, I didn't know. Maybe it could work between us again, maybe I was kidding myself. I held the door open, and she smiled as she passed me, and stepped into my house. |
19,524 | You Can Look But Not Touch | Pagon | NonConsent/Reluctance | 2005-03-02 | 2005-03-02 | 2022-01-01 15:47:51 | 1 | literotica.com | https://www.literotica.com/s/you-can-look-but-not-touch | Richard & Bettina enjoy cam fun. | ['Fucking Richard', 'Give Richard', 'Glass Turned', 'Gona Fuck', 'Hands Richard', 'Hard Richard', 'Mind Wife', 'Richard Fucking', 'Richard Mind', 'Richard Stared'] | 4.37 | Richard nudged the door open with his knee, slowly shoving forward trying not to spill the gin and tonics he held. Once he was the other side his ass swung at the door, closing it.
"Here look at this for a mouthful," he walked over to where his wife was sat at the computer, putting the two glass's down he lent over her shoulder, "And what mouthful of fuck fantasy are your little perverts telling you now?"
Bettina took the drink from him, "Look for yourself; read what he would do to me if he got his hands on me."
Richard took a sip from his glass, turned and walked to the other leather chair, "No, you tell me."
As he sat down Bettina looked at her husband and smiled. They had been married a long time, he was 49, she was younger, but still bloody attractive but despite all their love for each other the same thing happened to them as happens to hundreds, there sex life had needed that mid life boost, nothing to do with other people, just a bit of harmless fun, well that's what he said at the start.
That start was three years ago, surfing, chatting, finding porno sites and generally spicing things up. Six months ago she saw a web-cam, she had to have one and that's how a whole new ball game started.
The smile became a grin, "You are one horny pervert," he laughed back at her, "And you're the one that found ifriends. net and have been teasing those poor, sick, loser's ever since."
Bettina had a school girl giggle and she was using it right now as she read the mail on the screen, "Oh I like this one," she sniggered, "Listen to this, Hello Velvet Vixen, may I introduce myself as the man you want to fuck you, that's what you want, I read your last entry on the site, I can imagine you home working out in your home gym, your lycra training suit wet with your glistening sweat, your nipples long hard against the restraining material, pointing, sensitive ready to be sucked and pulled."
She looked at Richard, "I may just have to play with myself while I read this bit, listen to the pathetic jerk. Can you feel my hands there pulling the material off your shoulders, my tongue curling in to your ear before I start licking at your neck."
Richard laughed, "I hope you've had a wash."
Bettina's hand slid in to her pants, "As I pull the material down your arms and off your wrists but I'm gently kissing your back, my hands are sliding round to hold your lovely big tights. I can feel your nipple, long, hard and great to pull on, you love me pulling them, twisting them as I roll them between my fingers, I'm going to suck them but not yet."
Richard giggled, "I'll get another drink this could be a long time."
Bettina raised her voice so he could still hear, "I'm pulling the suit over your round firm ass, licking at the sweat that glistens on your buttocks, I can smell your hot sex, I want your pants off so I can spread your legs and suck at your wet flesh, getting my tongue in you sucking the juice out of your body."
Richard returned with more drinks, "I thought he was going to do terrible thing if he got you alone."
Bettina's legs were open as her fingers tickled the top of her slit, "Just shut up, drink and listen, Your legs are open I can slid my hand between your legs, my thump travels from your ass to your cunt, its wet and I'm pushing my finger around the slippery lips, go on groan you cunt, you love it, you slut."
Richard snorted, "I didn't think he knew you."
Bettina snapped, "Shut it unless you want me to be one, I may fancy going out on my own."
Richard answered, "All right just joking, go on."
"Now I've got you, your mine, your so wet, your lost in your sex, I've got you so aroused that you don't hear me as I take the cuffs out of my pocket, I bite your buttocks, you put your hands behind you hoping to stop me but I'm waiting, I grab your hands and click, your defenseless and your mine to do with as I please."
Richard remarked, "Lucky bastard."
Bettina giggled, "Which one?"
Richard grunted as she carried on, "You struggle but your no match for me, I've got you, shall I gag you, you plead with me not too, but I grin at you, I'm going to spank your ass and I don't need to listen to your screams, lets stuff your mouth with your pants but only after I've pissed on them, I love to see you stuck up bitches being forced to suck piss before you get to suck cock, my cock."
Richard joked, "You better have another drink to get the taste out."
Bettina took no notice, "The look on your face while you watch me piss on your panties, open wide, I'll rip your fucking nipple off, that's it in they go, suck them bitch or your nipples will pay, you keep them in your mouth while I enjoy your ass."
Bettina was squirming on the chair, rubbing her self, Richard watched as she slid her hand out, licked her fingers then plunged them back down again, "Bend over, don't fight it, you're here and the only company you have is me, just you and me and my hard cock that you are going to make soft many times tonight, bend over or I'll hurt other parts of your body."
A quiet groan came from her mouth, before, "That's it my little slut you have no option you're my toy now, god lady you got a great ass, now keep those panties in your mouth and take that, and that, are you going to cry, not yet, I'm only just warming up and surely not before I get to sting your ass a dozen times, then if you don't want another dozen you are going to kneel before me and suck cock and I got a cock big enough to fill your mouth and long enough for you to choke on."
Bettina squirmed, "I'm not going to take these cuffs off, I want you my helpless slave all night so I can fuck you, over and over again and then my friends will be joining us and they will fuck you, only this time they will take all your holes at once over and over again."
She looked over at her husband, "Richard I need fucking." Richard stroked his cock, "Let the web-cam viewers know we are going on line, lets put a show on for them, I'll set it so they can't see our face's."
Bettina quickly tapped on the keys as Richard moved the little white camera, aiming it at the sofa and just at the right angle so as the left end was out of shot, she stopped typing.
Richard dropped his pants, his erection stood proud, "Come here slut," Bettina giggled at him, "They won't be on yet," Richard smiled back, "I just want to keep your motor running, come here and keep your back to the camera, just in case."
Bettina got up and moved towards Richard both careful not to show their faces to the web-cam. As soon as Bettina was in front Richard moved in front of her put his fingers in the waistband of her pants and pushed them down, Richard bent and sucked at her huge erect nipples as his foot pushed the pants to the floor, "Some body must be getting a great view of your ass, open your legs."
She opened as told and Richard slid his hand down, cupping her cunt but letting his finger wave at the camera from between her legs. All the time his mouth sucked at her nipple forcing long moans from her throat until she hoarsely whispered, "I need your cock in side me, now."
They had put on little shows for the web-cam before, her in her sexy lingerie him playing with himself then her finishing him off but this was the first time they were going to fuck for the, as they put it, hopeless, loser's and they were very careful not to show their faces
Richard drove his cock in to his wife as she bucked on the sofa; she had not been this hot for a long while the thought of men watching her getting fucked was such a turn on that she came three times before Richard filled her sopping cunt and he was quick.
Richard and Bettina lay exhausted; Richard pulled her mouth to him and kissed her, "That was one mighty good fuck." Bettina still trying to be flippant panted, "Thank you sir, will you come again?"
He moved slowly off her making sure he stayed out of sight of the camera, "If you get as hot as that again, I will cum many times," he slid round and switched off the web-cam."
She pushed her self up, "I think I'll take a shower, seemed to have got myself a little sticky, see you soon."
Richard heard her going upstairs, he went to the computer and sat, an idea slid in to his mind.
He open M S N messenger and logged on to his e-mails, nothing but mail from the insurance company he worked for and bits to do with nursing for Bettina, he went to the chat room, just what he thought.
Five messages with their password on and all from their resent viewers.
He read their usual drivel all apart from the forth one, this guy sounded different, didn't use foul talk, it didn't read like the others who wanted to fuck and use Bettina no this guy sounded educated. Richard read how the guy had two mates and the three of them had watched, the complemented him on his own prowess and they spoke of Bettina as a lady, a magnificent woman. Then the questions why they did it, why did he show his wife off to others, what caused them to want to do this? Richard was still high on his excitement so he told him he would answer them but on the privacy of e-mail.
Richard went upstairs to check on Bettina, she was sat naked in front of the dressing table mirror drying he hair, he went up behind her, wrapped his arms around her and squeezed her breasts, he felt her nipples still hard under his palms, she pushed back to him, "Fix us a night cap, a nice Cointru for me would be just the thing, I'm still as horny as hell and maybe your cock feeding it to me would be the finishing touch."
Richard had never had it so good, he went down stairs, but before the drinks he went to the computer, sure enough he had mail.
Quickly he opened it, it was from their admirers. They asked question after question, some still wondering why they did it some a little more personal and to Richard exciting, he thought if this gets me sex like I've never had it before what if we took it to the next level.
Richard didn't really answer the questions but let out just enough to get them interested in meeting, he did put in that if they met it would only be talking and maybe dancing but no more they could look but not touch but he was sure his wife would tell them things in the most intermit way.
He sent the reply, then fixed the drinks and went back to the bedroom. Bettina was still naked, a wicked look in her eye as she lay on the bed. She was on her stomach at the end of the bed, her lovely face supported by her hands as he elbows dug in to the bed arching her back in a sculptured curve down to the firm round globes of her ass.
As Richard entered the room her legs bent, her ankles crossed and she squirmed her hips in to the bed.
He stood in front of her, glass in hand, she did nothing but mouth the words, "Yes please," then she parted her lips and slid her tongue out.
Richard dipped his rapidly hardening cock in to the glass and laid it on his wife's wriggling tongue. Bettina let her tongue play over the cock head before sliding forward and capturing the length in to her hot wet sucking mouth.
Her head moved around as she sucked the liqueur off his cock, then she slid back, "More please," and they did it all over again and again, Richard covering his cock as far down as he could knowing Bettina was still highly aroused and would keep using her mouth until he was down her throat, she had never sucked him that far before but she kept at it, pleasuring him until the glass was empty.
The smeared glass stood empty on the dressing table as Bettina knelt on the bed, Richard was fucking her and she was taking it hard, his cock pounding her cunt from behind as they enjoyed a frenzy of fucking each other for another hour.
They both lay in bed, Bettina in an exhausted sleep but Richard was still excited god how he loved his hot sexy wife, slowly he slipped out of bed and went downstairs, again he had mail, yes they'd love to meet and they understood the rules, they would be in contact later, they wanted to give Richard time to arrange, date, time and a venue.
It was about that time that Richards and Bettina's server started to play up; e-mails kept breaking up or not getting through, time and time again during that week e-mails would turn up complaining of no answer, but eventually he got through to their admirers and a place and time was arranged.
Friday night arrived, Bettina was dressed to die for, Richard gazed at his lovely wife she was stunning, the skirt swung around her knees but the slit ran up to her upper thigh giving scintillating views of her white flesh just above her stocking tops.
The wrap around blouse easily parted as she moved, her magnificent breasts firmly held in a pink satin push up bra stood high showing a deep cleavage line, Richard smiled at her, "Any panties?"
She just smiled back, "Are we ready?"
Richard went to the computer, "I'll just check it," he switched on, yes he had mail.
Bettina looked at him, "I said are we ready?"
He nodded, "Yes but we are going to a different bar, it seems one of your loser's can't go in the Nuevo Bar, he's banned, still come on from what they say the other place is a bit further out."
The car ride took over an hour, it was further than Richard thought but they were there. They walked in, it was a nice place, lots of booths, subdued lighting, pleasant music; they smiled at each other as they moved to a booth.
Richard looked around the place, it was quite full, but the waitress went to them straight away, Richard ordered. A few minutes later she returned, Richard offered to pay but she said the guys at the bar had paid, Bettina strained to see where the girl pointed; peering through the crowd she saw four men smiling over at her.
Nether of them knew what to expect, Richard thought they would be younger and a little more smartly dressed. Bettina thought they would be different more like Richard, business men but these men didn't look that type, it was to late now, they were walking over.
As in all situations one of them took charge. He introduced himself as Carl, then pointed to Pete, Jazz, and Stuart, they all sat. Carl waved at the waitress and she automatically brought the same order of drinks again.
The first half hour consisted of small talk and drinks until the music started, Pete was the first to ask Bettina for a dance, Jazz excused himself to the washroom and the other two started getting at more personal questions with Richard.
Richard was getting uncomfortable, questions were coming thick and fast, "How far down her throat can she suck cock?" How many times has she taken two, three guys up her?" "What's she like to spank?" "How may other times have you let men dance with her and grope her?" "Do you like to watch her get fucked?"
Richard was trying to answer them by telling them that this was the first time, that's why he said they could dance and talk only, no touching. Just then Jazz came back and sat hard down beside Richard, he nudged Richard, "Looks like your lady likes Pete's hand touching her ass."
Richard stood; he peered in to the crowded dance floor to see Bettina almost slumped on Pete, his hand all over her ass. Richard went to push past Jazz when he felt a sharp prick on his buttocks; he turned to look at Pete, "What the fuck was that, that fucking hurt, you want to, to tr, trrrrryyyaahhmmphh?"
He slowly started to sink to his knees; Carl was up and out of his seat helping Jazz guide Richard back to his seat. Stuart got up and made his way on to the dance floor aiming for Jazz.
When he got back he was helping Pete with a very tired Bettina, they slumped her down on her seat, all the men admired the show of leg that hung out of the slit of her skirt. Pete was behind her, his eyes feasted on the large mounds of flesh that were clearly visible over her blouse.
Carl smiled at Richard who was doing everything possible to focus on what was happening.
Carl nodded towards Bettina, "The drug works slowly if mixed with drink but eventually it has the same effect as the quicker injected version, it's a special mix including Ryhipnal and tranquilizers now you just sit there and be a good boy while we check your wallet and her purse, just need a little information about our new friends."
Soon the four men had the couples address and car keys. Richard watched as his lovely wife was manhandled up and out of a side door, soon it was his turn.
Richard slumped in the passenger seat of the big roadster; Bettina was in the back between Stuart and Pete, while Carl drove. Though Richard could not move and his speech was nothing more than a pathetic slur he could see the lights of their own car behind and to add to his misery, he could hear.
The three men laughed and joked as the two vehicles drove towards Richard and Bettina's home. Carl complemented Stuart on his brilliance at hacking in to other people's e-mails, and how gullible stupid thrill seekers are. Richard shuddered as Carl said, "I bet this ain't gona be the thrill these two were expecting but mind you she looks hot and available."
Stuart giggled as he said; "I bet those three ass-holes are still waiting at the Nuevo Bar for these cunts to turn up."
Richard felt sick as he heard Pete give an evil laugh, "Talking of cunts where I got my hand feels like it can take a few and still want more."
Carl joined in the laughter, "Hay you remember what this ass-hole said; you can look but not touch."
Pete's answer cut through Richard like a knife, "Hey ass-hole I'm gona more that touch your bitch, I'm gona get your wife so hot she's gona fuck my brains out whether she likes it or not."
Carl was still laughing, "Oh Mr. Michael you better believe him, he's a fucking mean machine and he seems to like the feel of your wife's cunt."
Pete was still playing underneath the slit in Bettina's skirt. As his hands drove between her legs, he was grinning in her face as she rocked almost unconscious between the two men, "Stuart, we still have some time, get her tits out, lets see the size of her nips, they look to good to be true."
Richard could only sit and watch as Stuart pulled his wife's blouse open, his body was immobilized, he was unable to move, he could do nothing to help his wife as a hand pushed in to her bra and dragged her tits out.
Richards's misery was confounded as Pete shouted, "Fucking hell man look at the size of her fucking nips," he turned and looked at him, "You better hope I don't suck those beauties off your mrs tonight."
Richard fought to move, but it was as if his body was weighted, it was useless all he could do was mumble like a demented drunk as he watched the outline of Pete's hand between his wife's legs forcing groans from Bettina's mouth then his eyes slid up to see Stuart sucking at one of his wife's breasts while Pete licked the nipple of her other large mound.
Carl said, "Getting close now boys."
Pete stopped licking the red bud, he grinned at the helpless Bettina, "Hear that lover, soon be home and we are going to have fun," he turned at looked at Richard, "You getting excited Mr. Michael, looking forward to me plugging your pretty wife's mouth with my cock, your pecker gona get hard while we fuck every hole your old ladies got, don't you get too excited to quickly as we are gona be at her all night."
The two cars pulled in to the drive, Jazz was out and unlocking the front door before helping Carl drag Richard in to the house, making sure they looked like buddies coming home from and night out.
Pete and Stuart had fun redressing Bettina before man handling her in to the house; she was dropped on the sofa while they got a hard backed chair for Richard.
While Pete looked for drink the others made themselves comfortable, Carl got another syringe and pumped more drug in to Richard, he smiled at Richards attempts to stop him, "Oh come on Richard, don't you want us to play with your lovely wife, you'll enjoy watching her get hammered and don't worry we won't inject her, well not yet, no its more fun making her drink it, after all we don't want her completely lifeless, we want her to have some feeling of us fucking the shit out of her."
Pete called from the kitchen, "Ya, we want her to be able to use her mouth, I know I'm going to use it even if it's just to swallow the stuff I am gona dump down her throat."
Stuart and Jazz leant on the back of the sofa, staring down at the proan Bettina as she lay across the cushions. The slit on her skirt wide open, drawing comments from the two men as they gazed at the long limbs covered in dark stockings up to the white creamy thighs, she hadn't wore panties. Jazz bent over and slid a finger over the pink slit.
Stuart stroked and tickled her inner thighs, sniggering as he made Bettina moan. Pete smiled at Carl as he poured the liquid from a bottle in to a glass. He turned to Richard, "This is the business, not only is your lovely wife helpless from the drug I gave her but this little drinkys has got a kick, viagra got nothing on this and with her helpless she will have no defense to its potency."
Carl humiliated Richard by tapping the side of his face, "And you, Mr. Michael have a front row seat just so you can watch it do its work on your piece of work."
Carl and Pete moved over to Bettina, Pete grabbed her hair and pulled her up, she lolled back on the sofa. Richard stared at the sight of his wife; with her legs spread he could see how exposed she was to the others, the dark of her stockings and the white of her legs then the pink flesh at the top of her open cunt.
Before it all registered Jazz had pulled her blouse open, Stuart laughed, "Look at those two beauties fighting to get out, go on Jazz, you haven't played with them yet, Richard won't mind if you help yourself to his wife's titties."
Pete held her hair, "Hang on, just let me give her this, it takes about ten minutes to work then we can all help ourselves to her and she won't be able to say no."
Richard watched, silly mumbling noise were the only sign he was there as Pete tilted her head back and slowly forced the drink past her lips. Jazz slid his hand in to her bra and tweaked her nipples making her jump and swallow at the same time.
Pete humiliated Bettina as he slid his fingers up each side of her mouth, "There, there little girl mustn't waste any we want you as horny as you can possible be with all the fucking you want or is it we want."
His head turned towards Richard, "You don't mind if we take your wife's clothes off do you, you didn't seem to mind on your web-cam so it should be all right in the flesh and lots of it."
He looked back at the others, "See how polite I am, asking the gentleman first if he minded if we strip his wife and he didn't say no so lets have some."
Slowly they stripped the bits of clothing from Bettina. As they removed her blouse, skirt and bra they deliberately threw them at the helpless Richard. They sat her upright in the middle of the sofa, her legs wide open, her arms hanging limply by her side. Pete stood behind and smoothed her blond tussled hair away from her face then, as he looked at Richard he bent and picked up an arm and made it wave as, in a silly female voice he said, "Hy boys, anybody want to fuck me?"
Pete grinned at Richard as the three others started their attack on Bettina; "Oh don't feel so bad Richard, when you came in the bar we could see the way you had dressed your wife, we knew then that we were all going to bang her, so any decisions had been taken out of your hands."
Stuart started to snog her mouth, forcing his tongue in as he left hand pulled at her nipple. Jazz sucked noisily at her right breast his teeth nibbling at her nipple while his tongue tickled the hardening bud.
Carl was on his knees between hers, his fingers pulling her cunt lips open as his tongue slavered over the protruding nub. Pete's eyes had never left Richard's face, grinning at his helplessness knowing he was being forced to watch three men sexually abuse his lovely wife.
As the first groan could be heard around Stuart's tongue, Pete winked at Richard, Bettina's hips moved as Carl tickled up in to the wet slit, her shoulders started to dip and move as the two men worked relentlessly on her nipples, drugged as she was she couldn't help it, she was starting to respond.
This did not go un-noticed by Pete, he stood up and started to undo his trousers, "Seems your old ladies getting ready to put out, just needs a good fucking and that stuff will be right in her, you won't mind if we finish this little chat while I fuck your wife, will you," he slung his trousers at Richard and swaggered around the sofa.
Richard stared with first hate in his eyes then horror as Pete dropped his boxers and exposed an enormous erection some ten inches long and fat the whole thing seemed to curve in a long arch up and away from his sack. Pete spat on his hand and then rubbed it over the large bulbous head, turned and waved it at Richard, "Think your wife will like it, she'll be the first not to."
He moved forward, "Open her up boys lets get this bitch hot," Carl got up and dragged her right leg to the side; Jazz moved away pulling her left leg up and on to the arm as Stuart slid her around. Bettina stared bleary eyed at the massive length of male meat lowering towards her cunt. A pathetic, "Noooo," was greeted by a sarcastic, "Yeeesss," from Pete as he started to sink his large cock in to the gapping hole, he laughed in her face, "You were just made for this so take it," he shunted forward, "Take it all."
A loud moan came from Bettina as the long hard cock slid up her, another moan as it completely filled her, thumping in to her cervix bone. Richard stared at the men's faces, all of them had that smug look of power they had over his wife, the look of triumph knowing that the drugs in her would make her their plaything and he would be powerless to stop them enjoying her.
As the others took their clothes off Pete thrust his cock mercilessly in to Bettina's aroused body. She grunted and moaned at each thrust, unable to control herself her legs moved, clamping and releasing around Pete's hips, all the time his mouth crushed on to hers as his tongue drove in to her mouth at the same speed his cock hammered in and out of her cunt.
Bettina's groans got louder, Pete pulled his mouth away, bent his head and licked at her hard long sensitive nipples, her hips bucked up to meet his continues onslaught, little words like, "Oh god," "Yes, yes," panted from her mouth until the words Richard didn't want to hear were forced from her lips, "Fuck me, god fuck me hard," echoed around the room.
At that Jazz turned and looked at Richard before he put his finger to his mouth, "Don't worry, where she's gona get fucked next, your wife won't be able to speak."
It was obvious to all that she came, Pete didn't stop, he carried on fucking her, "Come on lady, your husbands watching, lets have you cuming again just for him, you do want me to fuck you don't you?"
He kept up the pace making Bettina pant more, making her beg, her head thrashed from side to side as she all most screamed, "Fuck me you bastard, fill me, cum in me, give me a good fucking and what your cock, give it to me," before she came again and this time Pete let go and spurted his cum up in to her.
As much as Pete wanted just wanted to lay there and suck on her tits he knew there were three more hard dicks waiting to relieve themselves in side the naked beauty, he pulled himself off. His awful grin gloated in Richards face as he all most sang the one word, "Next."
Jazz and Stuart had made their plans; they grabbed Bettina and dragged her around the sofa making sure she was facing Richard before pushing her over the back. Richard watched as Stuart bent his knees and filled her cunt for a second time, driving in and out again, Bettina's body took over and she started panting again.
Jazz dragged her head up so Richard could see her moaning and groaning, her body slamming in to the sofa as the cock ploughed in to her from behind, Jazz bent down and told her to blow her husband a kiss, she groaned, he then whispered again, this time he slid his hand under her swinging tits and squeezed her nipple, she quickly blew Richard a kiss.
She was starting to respond to the fucking, panting out words like, "Yes, yes," and, "More," so Jazz carried on whispering things to her, making her repeat them to her husband, "Oh yes I'm loving this fucking Richard, I love these men fucking me, they have such big cocks, ah, ah, oh yes fuck me give to me, look at them Richard they are going to fuck me and make me suck their cocks all night."
Jazz laughed at the slumped finger of Richard as he pulled her head round and slapped her face with his hard cock, "Open your mouth bitch, lets show your husband just what you're going to be doing when we all take you upstairs get you in your bedroom and keep you there all night."
Her mouth squealed around the fat cock as Stuart kept at her from behind, Carl went for another drink, passing Richard as he did, "Your Mrs. fucks well, how tight is her ass," he stopped and bent down to Richard, "Because it ain't gona be that tight come morning."
Richard mumbled something incoherent at him as he carried on getting his drink. The two men busy double ending his wife where just as obscene, laughing at her as the drugs made her bounce and wiggle on the end of their thrusting cocks.
They wouldn't leave Richard out of it, they taunted him, "Got a good view, like watching do you?" "How's she doing, just look how far down her throat he's fucking her, pity you can't see her cunt, she's leaking fun juice all over my cock, loves a good fucking, she fuck you like this or is a good fucking new to her?"
Jazz grabbed her hair and held her face up, "Open your mouth and stick your tongue out," he wrapped his hand around his cock and pumped it at her face, "Here it comes, you make sure you catch it all bitch."
Bettina's head moved, her mouth open, her tongue stuck out, waiting as Jazz jerked his cum filled cock in to her face.
Long steams of white juice splat over her tongue, in to her mouth, other streams shot in to her eyes and covered her nose and chin. Bettina tried to catch as much as she could with her mouth, but the relentless pounding that Stuart was giving her from behind kept her moving.
Jazz picked her skirt up and wiped his juice from her face, laughing at Richard, "Can't have your pretty wife's face all messed up with my cum this early, besides she about to get a cunt full from Stu and he will want her to clean his cock with her mouth, I know."
Sure to his words Stuart grunted as the delirious Bettina squealed around another orgasm, her whole body was shaking as Stuart grabbed her hips and pumped himself in to her. Carl watched with a sly smile on his face. Suddenly he turned and grabbed Richard by his collar, dragging him forward Richard crumpled to the floor. Carl dragged him around until he was laying on his back, "Get her over her, I think her husband deserves some cream pie."
Pete pulled Bettina up and shoved her towards the prone figure of her husband, "Sit on his face, and make sure you get your cunt in his mouth." With the help of the other two Bettina found herself kneeling on the floor, her legs spread either side of her husband's head, her cunt pressed firmly over his lips.
Richard felt the heel of Carl's foot press on to his crotch, "Lick her out, come on drink our cum juice or I'll crush your balls," he jabbed his heel quickly down, Richard may have been drugged but he felt pain.
At the same time Pete grabbed both of Bettina's nipple and twisted them, she squealed, Carl continued, "You may as well eat her out or we will hurt both of you, we will still be fucking your wife again, what ever."
Struggling and resigned to his fate, Richard made every effort to conform to the threat by sticking his tongue in to Bettina's sopping cunt, he could taste the mixture of male cum and female juice, as he did Stuart tugged the woman's hair and stuck his cock in her mouth, "While he cleans you, you clean me, suck it."
Jazz and Pete got more drink and returned to watch the fun; Pete nudged Carl, "You having her next?"
Carl nodded, "Upstairs, on the bed, on all fours with her ass in the air, gona fuck me that fine round ass and I'm gona take my time, give you three time to get horny and ready to start fucking her all over again."
Carl looked over to Jazz, "Get upstairs and see what they got in the bedroom, see if there's enough room to take hubby up there, get him a ring side seat to watch the four of us fuck his Mrs. some more."
Carl stood beside her watching Richard work his tongue in to her, she groaned around Stuart's cock, Stuart smiled, "Sounds like she enjoying the sucking I know I am."
Carl bent and took her hand, then placed it on his cock, "Fancy some of that?"
Unable to speak around the fat cock stuck in her mouth she shook her head, as they watched Bettina grind down on Richards face, Stuart and Carl laughed at each other, "Look at her ass go, she's bloody near suffocating him, but he's making her hot."
Jazz came back downstairs, "Big bed and plenty of room for the audience."
Carl grabbed her hand, "Well thank you Richard, your tongue seems to have made your wife ready for another fucking," he nodded to Stuart, "I'm gona take her upstairs and get started on her, you bring Richard up, hate him to miss anything."
Carl dragged her towards the stairs, she stumble and tried to break free, Carl pulled harder, "Looks like we are going to have to give you a little more thrill juice, just to get your cunt flowing again, its still four hours until dawn."
By the time they dragged Richard in to the bedroom Carl was already pushing his cream covered cock in to the moaning Bettina, she had tried to move but several vicious slaps kept her in the position he wanted, kneeling on the bed, her tits pressed in to the cover, her ass just were he wanted it, up and available to use.
Richard was sat, he groaned as he watched this animal buggering his wife, what was worse for him was she was beginning to push back and moan, and she never did that when he tried anal sex.
Now all four men were naked, Jazz was rubbing his hands over Richard's face wiping the sticky mess from his wife's cunt around his mouth.
He held the bottle of liquid, the bottle Carl had poured down his wife's throat, "Gona give her the rest, that's more than last time, and that should really get her going, mind you looking at the fucking she's getting now she don't look like she needs any help."
The bedroom resounded to ah, ah, muph, muph, oh yes, aahh, give it to me, ah, ah, sounds as Carl pumped in and out of her ass, the sound of hand slapping skin interspersed the grunts as Carl started to jerk harder, feeling his ball tighten as the juice filled cock released torrents of cum up Bettina's ass.
He slid back, releasing it from her ass, with another slap he let her roll on to the bed, but her rest was short lived as the other three surrounded her, Pete was the first to grab her, he shoved his hand behind her head and lifted it.
Jazz had the bottle and stuffed it between her lips forcing her to swallow more of the illegal high-powered aphrodisiac.
Bettina tried to shake her head but the men held her firm, she had no option, they had pushed the bottle over her tongue she had to swallow, fingers playing with her cunt and nipples didn't help.
Jazz threw the bottle on the floor and started down on her nipples, Stuart started kissing her, as Pete spread her legs, Richard could only watch as the men started arousing his wife again.
Richard watched for four hours as the drugs forced Bettina to except any perverted thing they wanted to do to her. With out exception every man ridiculed the defenseless Richard as they fucked his wife.
He watched as she bounced up and down unable to control the carvings her body needed, she even cried as she saw her husband but all the time fingers and cocks excited her and drove her to the next orgasm.
As Pete watched Carl fucking her mouth while Jazz busied himself up her ass, he told Richard they should have brought the video kit, they could make a fortune from Horny Housewife's Tapes, Carl sniggered as he said, "But you could have one for free being as its your merchandise we are using."
Relentlessly hour after hour they fucked Bettina, Stuart admitted to Richard that they had all had a small mixture of the drug, he even waggled his cock at him as he gloated that it keeps his pecker hard for ages, and did he want some.
She performed continuously using her tits and mouth to keep the men hard and fucking her until dawn; it was then that Carl brought it to a close.
Jazz and Stuart took Richard back down stairs, sat him back in the chair and administer a small injection, patting him on the head he said, "That will keep you quiet until we are long gone," it was the next event that had them stunned, Carl and Pete brought Bettina down stairs.
Richard groaned, they had her between them, her mouth filled with cloth and her smart silk scarf he had bought her for an anniversary keeping it in. She had on a long coat, it wasn't buttoned up and it was clear she was still naked underneath; the front was open due to the fact that her arms were tied behind her.
Carl grinned at Richard, "It was what Pete said, we can make money with her, so we are taking her with us for a while, you just ring in and tell them that nursey's not to well, she's on her back in bed," as the others laughed Carl stuffed his hand inside her coat and grabbed at her tits, "Oh come on one parts the truth."
Pete moved forward to Richard, "Now you play your part and keep the story up, go sell insurance and we will be in touch, or fuck up and you won't see her again, it's a big country and people get lost," he bent and looked Richard hard in the face, "Or sold and people keep their possessions under lock and key so they are well insured."
Richard sat and watched as the four men dragged Bettina out, he shook as he heard, "Pete you drive first, then we will take it in turns to drive while we all will take it turn so have some more fun with her in the back."
It took Richard three hours to finally shake the drug off; he staggered around the house taking stock of the mess left behind. He opened the computer and went to his e-mails, maybe, just maybe they had sent a message, the only message was from the real people they should have met asking why they hadn't turned up, in despair he shut it down.
Saturday was a blur to him; he kept dozing, the drug was still in his body, it wasn't until Sunday that the enormity of the situation hit him, should he call the police or should he lie to every one and hope, the words, sell her, tormented his mind.
He had heard about woman being put in crates and sent to be sex slaves or worse, being tied up in torture dungeons for use by sick sado perverts, no he couldn't put her in danger.
He lied on Monday, the dreams that he had left him in no doubt he had to wait it out; every time he closed his eyes all he saw was Bettina being gang raped and being forced to enjoy ever sordid minute, he realized that those men had come prepared, they knew what they were doing and had probably done it before.
Monday night was hell, nothing. It was Tuesday night; he raced home again this time a video tape had been pushed through the door, trembling he went to the machine and pushed the cartridge in to the slot. With a large drink in his hand he pressed play.
The screen flickered in to life; though distorted Richard new it was Carl's face and then his voice, it sent shudders through Richard, "Hello friend you have been a good boy so things are still going your way, oh I bet you want to say hello to your wife, well here she is, just hanging around our play room."
The camera panned right, it moved to the floor; suddenly Bettina's feet came in to view, her toes bent and just touching the floor, the camera traveled up her legs.
Richard gazed at his wife's shapely legs; the camera was in no hurry; slowly it past her knees then up to her firm muscled thighs then her freshly shaven cunt was held in view. The camera zoomed in; every detail of her bald cunt filled the screen.
Richard could see the red puffy lips pouting fat between her closed legs, then the camera started up again.
Her waist was bound tightly by a thick leather belt, it looked to be crushing her; then up again.
Ropes traveled up from rings on the belt, they seemed to twine around her back then Richard realized why, her breast's were bound tight; four lines of thick cord around the base straggled each breast forcing them to balloon out, her nipples were now massive, the red bud stuck out long and hard.
Richard moaned, "Oh god no," he screamed at the television, "Stop it, stop hurting her, fuck you, I'll kill you," but the camera just kept traveling up.
Her chin came in to view, it was low and pointed; another moan filled the room as her mouth appeared, open wide, a ring gag fitted behind her teeth, then her face, her eyes bloodshot and tired but her hair beautifully brushed falling between her arms. Her arms were held high above her head; the camera reached her wrists where the cuffs were locked on to a pulley, the rope straining her whole body upwards.
Richard threw the empty glass across the room, and screamed but the camera didn't listen it just carried on; Pete's distorted face filled the screen, "We have given her a few things to tell you, listen to her and maybe this time next week it will be you fucking her again."
The camera went back to Bettina's face, Richard could see her head move, the buckle on the gag was being undone. As soon as the gag was removed Bettina licked her lips, Stuart's voice could be heard in the back ground, "That's it love lick up any of my left over's."
There was laughter from every one but Bettina, she faced the camera but her eye's were to the side, Carl's voice said, "O K you know what to say, Jazz lower her a little."
Richard watched as he heard a cranking sound, he saw he arms bend a little, she coughed and cleared her throat.
"Richard I'm all right, please do as they say, if you do nothing I will be back with you next weekend, they will leave me some where and ring you to fetch me but only if you do as they say."
He could see she was struggling not to cry as she continued, "I'm having a great time I love being on my back while they all fuck me, they fucked me for most of Saturday, long in to the night."
Bettina blinked back a tear as she struggled on, "I loved being fucked by them so much, that I begged all of them to use all my holes and tits during Sunday and Richard they have such lovely big cocks that I love being fucked by them up my ass and cunt and It's a privilege to be able to swallow their cum as I suck them off."
She coughed but carried on Richard could see the fear in her eyes, "They have stopped fucking my cunt and ass, they want them to be in pristine condition as they have an advert out on a secret web-sight please read it," the screen went blank then a web page appeared, the top and bottom masked out but Richard could still read the message.
Its that time again, this time we have a stunning blond beauty, mature and experienced, big tits, firm ass and a hot cunt but only on offer this week, usual terms.
1 X 2 hours = 50
2 X 3 hours = 100
3 X 3 hours = 140
4 X 4 hours = 200
5 X 5 hours = 300
Contact (This was blanked out) with your password details and book, she won't be able to say no to anything, come on book quickly you know we only offer the best.
The screen flickered back to Bettina; Richard stared in shock at her helpless face. He jumped as she suddenly jerked, she groaned and he heard Pete say, "There I told you she could take a spanking now and not scream, she learns well."
She stared back at Richard, "They say I'll make enough money by the weekend, they have 68 replies already."
Hands came from nowhere and squeezed her long nipples she moaned, then Richard heard Jazz, "You want the gag back in or you gona suck me off with out it?"
Bettina nodded in the direction of the voice, "I'll suck, don't put that thing back in my mouth I'll suck your cock."
Carl's distorted face came back in to view, "You be a good boy Richard and sit it out, then you get her back, she will have been well fucked but you want her back don't you, just look at her, a real beauty bet you'd like those big nipples in your mouth right now, we've had them tied like that since yesterday, they are real sensitive just a little sucking and she's moaning, go on stick you tongue out and lick the screen."
The camera zoomed in, Bettina's breast looked huge, blue veins showed under the white skin her long hard nipple filled the screen, "Wouldn't you love that in your mouth, can't have it, now you know how it feels to be able to look but not touch." |
19,525 | You Can Run but You Can't Hide | braindump | NonConsent/Reluctance | 2014-08-31 | 2014-08-31 | 2022-01-01 15:47:52 | 1 | literotica.com | https://www.literotica.com/s/you-can-run-but-you-cant-hide | A bride to be finds her past catching up with her. | ['Blackmail', 'Blow Job', 'Cheating', 'Cuckold', 'Debt', 'Escort', 'Forced', 'Rough', 'Seduction', 'Stripped'] | 4.11 | Happy times
The man was old with a sagging stomach, balding head and bad teeth. He was standing at the side of the bed looking down on her. A pair of boxer shorts his only clothing. They hung precariously around his thin waist looking like they might fall down at any minute. To her alarm she could see he had the beginnings of a hard-on.
"Room in there for me?" He asked.
She nodded and found herself pulling aside the duvet.
The man smiled broadly. He immediately moved on top of her forcing her to turn her head away from the faint odour of his bad breath. She managed to pull the duvet back over them as he mounted her. He kissed her cheek and nuzzled her neck as his hips began to grind against hers. His struggle to enter her only made it feel worse. When she felt his cock beginning to penetrate her she screamed, and slowly her scream merged in her mind with the ringing of a phone.
She sat bolt upright, awake now, and grabbed for the phone.
"Hello," she said groggily.
"Hi Jenya," said three giggling voices. "Did we wake you? We are on our way. So get up you lazy cow."
"Oh, yea, ok," she replied.
The giggling ceased.
"Jenya are you ok?" The voice of concern was Lucy's.
"Just a bad dream," she said, "I am over it. Get your backsides over here pronto. I'll get the coffee on."
Jenya hung up the phone and lay back on the pillow staring at the ceiling. The bad dreams were very rare now, but why did one have to happen this morning. Don't let it get to you she told herself sternly, you can cope with bad dreams and a lot more. She had proven that much already.
Anyway she had Lucy, Ellie and Liz on their way over. Time with her wonderful surrogate sisters and a fun day of shopping lay ahead. So putting on a happy face she dragged herself out of bed. The dream was forgotten.
They had been in the shop two hours and Jenya had lost count of the dresses she had tried on, but as soon as she saw this latest one she knew she had found the dress of her dreams. She took a deep breath and stepped out into the waiting area.
Her audience gasped and put their hands to their mouths. The three watching girls were struck dumb for a moment.
"Do you like it then?" asked Jenya knowing the answer before she asked the question.
Suddenly they all spoke at once. The various comments of "wow" and "you look beautiful" made Jenya smile. She gave them a little turn allowing them to further admire her wedding dress. It was white of course with a sweetheart neckline, a corset style bodice and a lace motif. The dress set off her figure perfectly. She would undoubtedly look amazing on the day.
Jenya giggled and announced. "I think this is the one!" The three girls watching from the sofa rushed up with a cheer to kiss and hug her.
"Thank you so much for sharing this with me," Jenya said, "I have no one of my own and I feel so close to you guys. You have made today really special."
"What are sisters for?" Ellie said.
"Or at least sister-in-laws to be." Liz commented.
"And we have to make sure a new Mrs Clements looks the part," laughed Lucy. "Joseph will be gagging for the wedding night with you looking like this."
Jenya didn't reply as in the corner of her eye she noticed a man walking slowly by the window. She wasn't sure, but she felt he had been watching her and that familiar dull ache appeared in her stomach. The man disappeared around the corner and she told herself not to be silly. She was safe now. For the last two years she had regularly moved on, feared every shadow, listened in bed to every creak and groan. Now she had found her wonderful Joseph and the rest of the Clements family. Its ok she told herself I am with my new family and all is well. My history is not going to spoil my one chance at happiness.
Much later when the four girls were leaving the shop loaded with bags they were too engrossed in their shopping trip to notice a man ducking into a doorway. He was watching their every step. He smiled as he watched them disappear. Its weird how so often you found the thing you had lost, only when you stopped looking, he thought. To find her in this town when he was here on other business was so bizarre, but find her he had.
A dark shadow from the past
Jenya was working late as usual. The wedding was still six weeks away but there was so much to do at home and work to get ready. It was full on. Thinking she had heard a noise she paused and looked out from her office across the deserted floor. The odd computer monitor glowed brightly, standing out against the dim emergency lights, which stayed on all the time. Lifting her coffee cup, she sighed deeply.
As she raised the cup to her mouth a voice said, "Hello Jenya, you look great."
She gasped and dropped the cup.
"Oh shit," she yelled as she watched the coffee spreading out over her skirt. She could feel a warm sensation on her legs.
The man behind the voice appeared from around the corner and she felt her world crashing in around her.
"What a shame. You have spoilt your beautiful suit," the man said laughing.
Sure enough her maroon suit with knee length skirt and jacket style top was covered in coffee. The jacket was edged in white and there the stains showed worse of all. It was clearly ruined, but that was the least of her problems. She stood up and tried to fight off the surprise visitor. The man was now knelt before her, and with his handkerchief was mopping down her skirt.
"Its ok. Stop it," she protested and when he put his hand on her knee she tried to pull away. He stopped her escaping, his hand wandering up her thigh a little before he allowed her to slip free.
"Get off me," she protested.
He grinned, "I remember when you liked it. I remember the way you smell and feel like it was only yesterday. Well, apart from the coffee aroma anyway."
"I never liked it David," she replied her voice shaking, "remember I had no choice. I had to do as I was told. Please don't do this I have a new life now."
She stopped talking when he raised his hand. Good he thought I still have some control over you.
"I know," he said. "Getting married to your husband to be. Joining the great Clements family. Quite an institution and very big in the church I hear. I hope future husband isn't expecting a blushing virgin bride?"
"Bastard!" She said. "He knows I am not a virgin. I have told him and he has accepted me. Now what the hell do you want? I am busy."
"Not a virgin? Bit of an understatement," the man replied. "I doubt you told him the whole truth." And he watched the look of embarrassment cross her face before continuing. "Thought not. Don't know what I want, I just came to say hi. You know. Catch up with an old friend. For now anyway." Jenya noted the hint of menace in his voice.
"Please go away. I have escaped you...them." She corrected herself and then begging him again, "Please, just leave me alone."
He walked slowly towards her, making her step back. She retreated until she had the wall at her back and could go no further.
"No, go away," she said, "or I'll call the police."
"Be my guest," he replied, returning to her desk and holding out the receiver for her. She gasped with shock when she realised the hand holding the phone was a metal hook, not a hand at all. When she failed to take it. He replaced it with a shrug and using his hook, and his other hand, he pulled her towards him.
"No." She said. "Please don't hurt me."
"You noticed my little present from our bosses have you?" He replied. He held the hook up as evidence. "When you, their prize asset ran away. They blamed me. If you can't hold onto her then you might as well lose your ability to hold anything they said, and so they chopped my hand off for being so careless."
"I am sorry David," she said quietly. "I didn't know. I had to get away."
He put the cold tip of the metal hook under her chin pushing her head back up. He stared into her blue eyes.
"You still have beautiful eyes," he said. She struggled to pull away, but he held her tight stroking the side of her face with his hook. She was forced to stand still, feeling the cold hard metal on her cheek.
"I remember how soft you used to feel," he said sadly and he pulled her closer. She feared he was about to kiss her.
In the distance they heard a "ping" and realising it was the lift he quickly let her go.
He turned and left her office, saying very loudly, "Well best be off now. It was nice to see you again Jenya. I'll be in touch real soon."
As he walked out he nodded to the security guard who walked past him. The guard turned and watched David suspiciously as he calmly walked away. He heard the guard asked Jenya if everything was all right and when she replied it was David smiled. As he got into the lift he heard the guard fussing over Jenya and her split coffee.
The shadow reappears and reappears
It had been her fiancé's idea to go swimming. Over the last few days his wife- to-be had been distant, irritable and quiet. He put it down to wedding nerves and so he tried to find something to distract her. They had met at the swimming pool so it seemed a good plan for that Saturday morning. A swim was something they both enjoyed.
However today Jenya clearly wasn't into it, and after half an hour made her excuses and said she was getting out. A little annoyed, he said, he would do some more lengths and then meet her in the café, where traditionally they would share a latte before heading home. He watched as she lifted herself out of the pool. He knew he wasn't the only man admiring her. Jenya's black one- piece swimsuit showing off her curves and long legs perfectly. She picked up her towel and wrapped it around her waist making him wonder if she knew what the men around her were thinking.
Jenya headed into the ladies changing area, but as she was heading past the larger family changing rooms she felt a hand grab her and she was pulled into a cubicle. Her gasp of surprise died on her lips, as to her horror she realised it was David who had grabbed her. He locked the door before she could escape and so trapped she just stood staring at him, a look of fear in her eyes. He looked her up and down.
"You still have a great body," he said. He ran a finger down her bare wet arm. The water had gathered as tiny beads and he watched as his finger disturbed them. The water moved and then reformed again as droplets. Her skin felt soft, but cold. Jenya pulled away breaking his thoughts of their past together.
"Don't," she replied. "Are you mad? My fiancé is here for god's sake. He is out there swimming and you grab me in the changing area. Stop following me. You know I could have you arrested."
He put a finger to her lips and she fell quiet.
He smiled, "you keep talking about the police. We both know you can't call the police and in any case if you did you would be in more trouble than me."
Using his good hand he pushed some strands of wet hair away from her face. It was an encouraging sign that again she was doing as she was told, but then he knew that she had a lot to lose. The Clements would drop her like a stone if they knew she was an ex-escort girl.
He looked at her for a moment and then slowly reached down to the towel wrapped around her waist. He paused again for a moment to see if she would react, and when she didn't, he slowly unwrapped it. The towel fell to the floor revealing her legs and the bottom of her swimsuit. Her only reaction was to briefly look down, but quickly she looked back at him, eyes-wide with nerves.
David had to admit her figure was still perfect. The swimsuit showing off the curve of her hips and breasts to perfection. He paused, confused whether his lust for her or his anger at her fleeing him was his strongest emotion. Either way he would take his time and enjoy stalking her.
"Let me go," she said, "please."
"Wow," said David, "still got those great legs and now with a wonderful expensive tan too." But as he took a step forward she ducked out of his reach, scooped up the towel, unlocked the door, and fled out of the cubicle.
He stood laughing for a moment before being jolted out of his daydream by a mother with three children asking impatiently if he was finished with the cubicle.
"Its all yours," he said, as he headed out of the swimming baths. He took the back route to ensure he would not bump into Jenya, or worse Jenya and her fiancé on the way out.
A week went past and all had been quiet. Jenya felt sick most of the time, nervous at every stage that he would suddenly appear again. However, he was nowhere to be seen.
"Your quiet," said Jenya's fiancé as they turned into the drive of her future parents in-law. The sheer size of the house and grounds always took her breath away. From the orphanage to this had been quite a journey. Somehow she had to stop the appearance of David from spoiling everything.
"Just want tonight to go well," she said gripping his arm. "I love you."
"I love you too." He replied.
Everyone was there when the happy couple walked into their engagement party. Her father-in-law was loudly explaining that the party was so near to the wedding date because his new daughter-in-law was so busy, that it had been impossible to schedule.
She looked incredible in a blue short dress, which was strapless and had three black bows down the bodice. The diamond necklace around her neck and matching earrings were a present from Joseph and were the most expensive things she had ever owned. She wore black stockings and black shoes. On her finger her diamond engagement ring shone brightly. Everyone demanded to be shown it and admired the necklace at the same time. She smiled happily as her fiancé, arm around her waist, led her into the gathered throng.
The party was amazing, everything she had hoped it would be. The guests most of whom she barely knew were charming and clearly having a great time. The Clements did everything properly with expensive champagne and wine. The buffet was big enough to feed twice the number of guests. There was a brilliant live band so Jenya danced, made Lucy, Ellie and Liz dance too and they all partied the night away. The only thing she was careful with was drink. Joseph hated the fact she drank at all so she only consumed a little alcohol. For the first time in her life she felt a very lucky girl.
It was after three in the morning when a very tired but happy Jenya kissed her fiancé, his parents, his sisters and a host of people who were staying over good night. She headed up the stairs to her bedroom. Her shoes were killing her, but she felt like she was floating on air.
In the bedroom she had been given for the night she sat on the bed and kicked off her shoes. What a relief to remove them after all that dancing. After briefly laying back on the mattress and contemplating the ornate ceiling, she could not resist checking out the noise coming from outside. So she walked to the window. Downstairs people were leaving the party, loudly saying good night and thank you to their hosts. A fleet of expensive cars were being brought up by the valets to speed the guests away. To think soon she would be part of the family that had all of this wealth and influence. For a girl used to having no one it would take some getting used to.
Tearing herself away from the window she began to feel very tired. She turned slowly to the dressing table taking out her earrings and placing them carefully on a tray. Her nerves at having such an expensive present making her double check they were not in danger of getting lost. Reassured, her hands reached behind her back and with a struggle she unzipped her dress. It was necessary to wriggle to get it over her hips, but eventually she was able to step out of it and place it carefully over a chair. The long mirror on the wall showed her reflection and she looked at herself now in black bra, thong, suspenders and stockings. Smiling she knew she was still an attractive sight for any man, and she looked forward to Joseph seeing her like this, and hopefully the wonderful love making that would follow.
Celibacy was so hard. As an escort, sex had been forced on her by the job they made her do, but she was a young woman who had mostly found the sex part enjoyable. A lot of her clients had been young men from very rich families and they had treated her well. To be fair David had looked after her as well as anyone could of, and they had quickly become lovers, and that had been great as well.
She knew she was kidding herself. It was a life where the hint of violence had never been far away. She had seen others, who somehow had failed their masters beaten up. Also once the initial spark of youth went the job became harder, the men less rich and less attractive. The way the girls were treated much less pleasant. She could not live with that and so she ran. She returned to thinking, despite her history, celibacy was so difficult for her. If only Joseph would come to her now and take her, she didn't care how. Only then would today have been perfect she thought.
Jenya knew it was not even in Joseph's head to do that and she would have to spend another night alone and frustrated. The wedding was getting closer and closer she told herself and then she and her new husband had a lot of lost time to make up for. He better be ready because Jenya was going to have a very large sexual appetite. She worried Joseph would not be ready for that.
Gently pulling out the chair so as not to disturb the dress, she sat down. Her reflection stared back at her from the dressing table mirror. She adjusted her strapless bra and ran her fingers through her long blonde hair. Not bad she thought, nose too big of course, but otherwise not bad. The makeup removal will have to wait till morning she decided. Jenya sat casually removing her rings, necklace and then her watch, unable to resist checking the earring were still in their tray. Her finger touched one gently making it rock from side to side. They were very beautiful she thought, mesmerised she watched the light glinting in the stone as it moved. She reached behind to unclip her bra, holding the bra in one hand as she stared critically in the mirror at her breasts.
"Oh god no!" She gasped with horror as David walked out from the adjoining dressing room.
"Don't worry they are as wonderful as ever," he said quietly. She scrambled around trying to cover herself again with the bra, as he leant casually against the wall watching her.
"I loved your dress, but seeing you again in sexy underwear was worth the trip all by itself. You've still got it," he said. "But then you always knew how to get a man's attention."
She managed to replace her bra and turned her head to look at him and protest, but she gasped with surprise realising he had gone. However, in the middle of the floor was a note, which he must have dropped.
Grabbing her robe from the bed, and wrapping it around her, so at least she had some dignity should he return she picked the note off the floor.
It told her he wanted $50,000. Beneath the one line demand was an explanation that he knew she had continued to be a high class escort after she had ran away. She had no choice it was all she knew. He had worked out she had earned around $100,000 and the note carried on by saying he felt he was due half. He was after all her agent. Pimp was more the word she thought angrily to herself, but reluctantly she admitted he was pretty close to the right figure. Finally the note said she had a week to get the money and then at some point he would drop by to collect it. Keep it with you at all times the note suggested. Trust David to suggest she should carry around 50 grand she thought, but she knew she would have to.
Her mood for a lot of that night was one of despair. Tossing and turning until getting cross with herself, she vowed not to be cowed, having come so far. I will pay him the $50,000, tell him to get lost and then marry my Joseph she told herself. Eventually she fell asleep and escaped from the fear and confusion she was in, for a while.
The next morning an idea popped into her head. There was a security firm she had used for the six months she had been in her current job. The owner Mark had become a good friend and she knew from his stories that he could make people's problems go away. Over lunch Mark had often told her tales of how he would have a little chat with someone and they would get the message they were not wanted. Jenya also knew he sometimes did detective work tracking people down for clients.
It was a risk but she had to do something. David was in complete control and she needed to change that. She would see if Mark would use his company to find David, pay him and make sure he left her alone. I will be Mrs Clements, that bastard is not going to spoil everything she vowed. However, she knew in her heart that if her past life was revealed there would be no wedding and no "she lived happily ever after."
She felt better after a long chat with Mark at the security firm who seemed happy to help and for a very reasonable fee. He confidently assured her he could find David, then deliver the money and with his boys persuade David to leave her alone. Everything seemed even more hopeful when only a couple of days later Mark called back and said they knew where David was staying. Mark queried if she still wanted to go through with it. When she said yes, he asked her to transfer the money over. Jenya feeling relieved that the nightmare would soon be over transferred the funds immediately.
The cash came from the last of her emergency fund which no one, not even Joseph, knew about. She had always kept a fund to allow her to disappear at short notice, but now her running days were over she had no need of it. She would stand and fight.
So one evening as David got out of his car in a quiet street he was surprised to hear his name called. It was an even bigger shock to be hit with an iron bar and end up on the ground. He lay there looking at his four attackers trying to ignore the pain in the back of his head. His training told him to be calm and to look objectively at the situation. On the floor and with 4 men standing over him things didn't look great. It flashed through his head that his old employers had come to finish him off, but that seemed unlikely. These guys didn't seem to be in that class and that gave him the confidence that he would escape. A plan formed quickly in his head.
"If you are robing me you are out of luck boys," he said unable to resist rubbing his head.
"Actually we are delivering not robbing," said one of the men. "This was to get your attention." showing David the iron bar.
He paused and saying, "Catch," he tossed an envelope onto David's stomach. Which David caught with his good hand against his chest. "Lucky you. Christmas has come early, $50,000 as requested. However the iron bar and my friends here are concerned that for your own health you take the money and disappear. If you see what we mean, or do we need to demonstrate further." Again the iron bar was offered up as means of how they might demonstrate further.
"Oh I see," replied David relieved it wasn't the old company he worked for, "Jenya sent you. Smart girl, but then maybe not that smart."
David made his move without any further delay. He jabbed the nearest man in the groin with his hooked hand and then with one swift movement he took the legs away of the next nearest guy. Springing to his feet he head butted another, before grabbing the one with the iron bar, ripping it out of his hands. A jab in the man's chest with the bar and David was in complete control. Using the bar David pulled the fourth man up by the neck and began to choke him with it. The man's friends back on their feet now hesitated. In their previous jobs the victims had been terrified and followed their orders, they had not been expecting such strong resistance.
"I assume you are in charge bar-man," he snarled in the man's ear. "You know you hit like a girl?" The man quickly nodded. "Right ladies," David said speaking to the three other men, "drop your trousers to your ankles and then kneel. Do it or your boss is going to get hurt and then you will get hurt too." The men quickly complied.
He dragged his hostage back to his car, making him climb across to the drivers seat before David ordered him to drive. The three men left behind looked at each other unsure what to do. In the end they decided to head back to the office and hope that their boss got returned in one piece. Mark had made them promise no police under any circumstances. Meanwhile David had made Mark drive to Jenya's house where he deposited the hapless man on her doorstep. Realising it was quiet and no one was looking David kicked Mark hard in the stomach, making Mark double up in agony.
"If I ever see your fucking face again I will kill you," he snarled, "and you tell that bitch that the $50,000 was for my loss of earnings. I told her that. We will get to the loss of a hand and a job when I am good and ready. Remember you are fucking dead if ever I see you and your girlfriends again. Next time I will not be so forgiving," and he drove off, spinning the wheels as he went.
Mark slowly picked himself up and unsure what else to do rang Jenya's doorbell.
Jenya was of course distraught at seeing a beaten Mark dumped on her doorstep and although he bravely said he would sort it out. It was clear his heart wasn't in it and more crucially he wasn't up to it. Jenya realised in her desperation she had been very stupid. Eventually she managed to convince the blooded and bruised Mark not to go to the police and not to try to help her anymore. After getting him to call his colleagues to say he was ok she ordered a taxi to send him home. Jenya was crestfallen, spending the evening crying, fearing the door or phone ringing and having to face a very angry David. However there was no visit or even message that night.
The weeks went slowly past till the wedding day arrived. David made no attempt to contact her. She half expected him to invade her hen night and whilst the fear of him appearing spoilt the enjoyment of it for her, it didn't happen. It made the build up to sorting out work and the plans for the big day so much more stressful, but she got through it.
Finally the wedding day dawned bright and clear and although at the start of the day she felt sick, fearing an interruption in the service or worse, the day was too full-on for her to think about David for too long.
The wedding service was the happiest moments of her life. Her dress was a knockout and Lucy, Ellie and Liz her bridesmaids made sure all went well. Finally those immortal words were uttered "you may kiss the bride" and her veil was lifted. Joseph gave her a gentle peck on the lips and when she tried to initiate something more passionate he pulled away. She ached for his touch and for him to make love to her. It had been the toughest part of falling in love with him, his commitment to no sex before marriage, but Jenya tried hard to mask her disappointment during the courtship. Everyone was watching she told herself. He is just a bit shy; when it is just us I will show him how to be a wonderful lover.
She was transported with her new husband back to the Clements house in a fabulous old Roll Royce. Once alone in the car she again tried to kiss and cuddle him, but all her attempts were rebuffed. Irritated and with her sexual frustration mounting she told herself to be patient. The wedding night would come soon enough.
However, it did dampen her mood until sitting down to the wedding breakfast put it out of her mind. The fabulous meal rolled into the speeches and then the formal part broke up and the evening reception began. The Clements showed again that they knew how to put on a reception. Everything was wonderful, the best champagne, great food and by popular demand the live band was back.
Finally she tore herself away from the festivities and headed up stairs to change. She put on her going away outfit, a simple blouse and skirt. Joseph had wanted her to keep it simple. Jenya stood for a moment staring out of the window, smiling as she noticed Lucy talking to a man and then the two of them heading off to what she guessed was the pool house. It was only when they were nearly out of sight and the man turned that she realised it was David.
She closed her eyes and had to catch herself against the dressing table to stop falling over with the shock. Her anger rose and without thinking she marched downstairs. The look of thunder on her face had to be quickly masked as she walked straight into the people at the reception.
It took some while for her to navigate the guests and get the chance to follow Lucy and David down to where the pool house was. She knew the Clements had the pool house but also an old bungalow down there. Years ago it had been used by workers on the estate, but it was all locked up for the wedding. It was not considered good enough for guests.
Finally she got down to the pool house and began carefully peering through various windows. It was at the bedroom window of the bungalow that she got the shock of her life. On the bed on her side lay a naked Lucy with David lying behind her. It was obvious they were having sex, shocked that Lucy knew David and doubly shocked that Lucy would sleep with him put Jenya into turmoil. What should she do now?
Lucy's father would kill her if he knew. David was a dangerous boyfriend for Lucy to have and to be anywhere near the Clements. It was all Jenya's fault he had got near, they had been wonderful to her and this was their reward. As she watched she became angrier and angrier. Amid the anger though she found the sight of David making love to Lucy enthralling and so she kept watching.
David's hand was resting on Lucy's thigh and he was kissing her passionately on the neck, making her stretch and roll her head, clearly loving the way he was screwing her. He was holding her shoulder now, helping him to thrust into her harder, before he slowly ran his hand down her body and between her legs. His hand kept running up and down her body as they fucked. Jenya could not hear through the window but she imagined Lucy was moaning with delight. Lucy placed her hand on top of his and using her fingers to guide his hand showed him how to caress her breasts. Finally his hand took a firm grasp of Lucy's leg and he begun to slam into her harder and harder. The motion made Lucy's breasts bounce and the bed shake. Jenya's mind went back to how David used to fuck her and how she would beg him to do it harder and harder until she came.
Jenya watched as Lucy gasping and mouth open reached her climax.
Jenya without thinking, as she began to watch, had slipped her hand under her skirt and had begun to stroke between her legs, soon moaning just as Lucy was. It was only when Lucy rolled over and kissed David that Jenya realised what she was doing. Shocked, she quickly looked around relieved no one had seen her. She struggled to regain her composure and remind herself why she was there. Jenya had no real clue what to do, but she was madder than ever. Her anger greater because of her embarrassment that watching had made her play with herself.
She could just make out Lucy saying, "See, you think I am Daddy's perfect little virgin daughter, but I am not."
"No you are certainly not. You are a surprise and no mistake." David tweaked her nose as he spoke. "Now get back to the reception before you are missed."
Jenya hid around the corner waiting for Lucy to emerge, which she eventually did. Lucy was dressed now and unaware Jenya was watching she headed back to the reception. Jenya's rage burst and without any real plan she flew into the bungalow where she found David, trousers on but bare chested. He was sitting on the edge of the bed.
As Jenya entered David stood up smiling and stretching his body.
"What the fuck are you thinking of screwing my sister," she yelled and she began to beat him on the chest with her hands. However, he made short work of grabbing her hands and holding them, so once again she was trapped.
"What the fuck do you think of sending men to beat me up, he replied. "And what the fuck you moaning about, from what I saw you enjoyed watching just as much as Lucy enjoyed me fucking her." David laughed, "if you are jealous we can put that right. I don't care its your wedding day. Come here and let me feel how wet you got playing with yourself at the window."
He tried to pull her towards him, but fearing he would try to touch her, she managed to break his grip and step back.
"You disgusting bastard, fuck off, just fuck off," yelled Jenya.
"Shout any louder and all the guests will be down here," commented David sitting back on the bed again. He stretched and sighed contentedly.
"Lucy's a good fuck, but she isn't you. Now screwing you used to be earth moving." David sighed and then stood up again looking straight into Jenya's eyes.
Jenya turned her back on him; she felt herself blushing and didn't want him to see. Her fear as well was he would realise a part of her wanted him and that part was growing stronger. Suddenly tired and overwhelmed she leant on the wall for support.
"Just leave me alone. For gods sake leave me alone," she begged. Jenya realised she should not of come and so went to leave. David intercepted her, grabbing her by the arms.
"Please, I need to get back to my husband," she pleaded. "I will be missed."
She looked desperately from side to side realising what a mistake it was to have followed him. She could not afford to scream and get help, it would be impossible to explain being here and David would tell all and it would be over. She was at his mercy and on her wedding day.
"Well I got a couple of things I want to talk about," he said holding her arm tighter. He used his hook under her chin to make her look at him.
"You are hurting me," Jenya yelled.
He pulled her towards him to kiss her, but with a "no" she pulled away. She managed to pull away to an arms length but he still had hold of her. He slowly pulled her back towards him, but just as their lips touched she managed to break his grip and retreat to the wall. There was however no way out. He was still between her and the door. Jenya recognised the look of hunger on his face.
"Wait," she said, "is this what you want?" And she held up an arm and undid the button of her cuff.
"You are too strong for me, so let me help you get what you want," she said, whilst undoing the other cuff and then pulling her blouse out from the band of her skirt. She then slowly undid the buttons of her blouse revealing a white bra. A tear trickled down her face as she threw the blouse at him.
"Is this what you want?" she sneered at him as she put her arms behind her back and unclipped her bra. She threw it at his feet.
"Is it?" she yelled.
He walked over to her and held her cheek with his right hand. His hooked left hand rested on her shoulder before he kissed her. Her lips were hard and unresponsive.
"Lost the mood from watching me fucking Lucy huh," he said, "never mind we will get it back." Using his hook she gasped as he split her knickers and she was lifted up onto the bench behind her.
"No," she said.
Forcing her legs apart he put his head down and began to lick her pussy. He held his hook against her chest pinning her against the wall. At first she did nothing but eventually her breathing began to get faster and her hand began to stroke his head. Her breathing continued to get faster and as he began to fondle her breasts Jenya began to moan.
"Don't stop." She gasped, one hand pushing his into her breast and the other pushed his head into her pussy. She remembered how he was the best lover she had had and then she remembered being given to clients and the spell was broken. David went to shift position, Jenya realised this was her chance and pushing him away with her leg she ran, scooping up her blouse on the way.
He stood laughing to himself as he watched her both rushing to get away and dressing herself as she went. He wondered if she had a spare pair of knickers back at the house.
Giving in to the past
The honeymoon was over in more ways than one. It had been three weeks since the wedding and they were making love for the third time. Each time had been the same, and she lay looking to the side thinking about how this was her life now.
Joseph was on top of her, one arm gripping the headboard as he moved in and out of her. He disliked even the idea of her being undressed so she lay in her black lace nightie. His motion had meant the straps had moved off her shoulders, slightly baring her breasts, but he took no notice. She ached for her breasts to be kissed and to be fondled. She wanted him to go down on her and eat her out, but all he would do was thrust into her for a few minutes until he came.
She thought about the oral sex with David and how good it had been. It was a loathsome thought she had enjoyed it, but she had. She ached for someone to fuck her properly.
Joseph's thrusts became slower, his breathing in time with the strokes before with one last thrust he sighed and collapsed onto her chest. She closed her eyes as he spread his arms either side of her and lifted himself up. He flopped onto the pillow beside her.
"Thanks," he said, "come on let's get going, time for work."
Although she had not turned to look at him or commented he did not appear to have noticed and he was already in the bathroom. Frustrated she curled into a ball trying not to cry. When he returned from the bathroom she wore a mask of happiness and they begun their day.
At her office there was at least some good news. Something had come up and so she had to travel on business. It would be a few days away from Joseph. She needed the space and the time to think. Jenya had fought hard for this new life but it wasn't living up to her expectations so she was desperate for some new inspiration. She knew she had made a mistake, but having worked for this for so long it was too much to think of throwing it all away.
The business trip kept her busy and was at least therapeutic in that way. However, as she reached the last day she was no nearer any answers. After a great goodbye dinner with colleagues she headed back to her hotel. It was late and she was very tired as she pushed the key into the door, it beeped and with the green light flashing she pushed the door open. Grabbing a shower, she dried herself and put on her bathrobe lightly tying the cord around her. She eventually emerged back into the bedroom, hoping that sleep would bring a break to her turmoil.
"Hello Jenya," he said, making her drop the hairbrush she had walked out of the bathroom with. She bent down to pick it up, but he pulled her to her feet.
"David!" She said her heart sinking, "I guess I should of realised even here you would find me."
"I have been thinking about the other day a lot," he said. "Have you?"
She began to say, "Look the other day was."
"Great!" He interrupted.
"It was wrong, a mistake," she said quietly.
"It didn't feel wrong, did it?" he said and with that he moved towards her, happily surprised that she did not move back. He sensed the uncertainty in her mind and so he decided to move things on at a pace.
She stood transfixed as he reached down with his hook and took a grip of the cord, which was holding the gown around her.
He untied the bow and then very casually pulled it through the rings holding it, he dropped it onto the floor and then slipped the gown off her shoulders letting it fall to the ground as well.
As he stripped her she shook her head, but when he took no notice she just closed her eyes, making no other move to resist him. When she was naked she crossed her arms over her breasts.
She gasped as he suddenly stooped and then picked her up into his arms. David slowly lowered her onto the bed, his arm round her back to ensure he lowered her very gently. Again she did not resist.
Lying on the bed she watched, arms still across her chest, as he undressed. Another small gasp escaping from her lips when his cock sprang to attention, as soon as he took off his boxer shorts. He smiled at her as he slowly masturbated enjoying the fact that Jenya could not take her eyes off his erection.
Moving slowly, still pleasuring himself, he climbed on top of her.
She did reach down to try to stop him as he went to penetrate her.
"Jenya," he said firmly and she moved her hand away.
His cock slid easily into her, but as it did she closed her eyes and looked to the side. He began to move in and out of her with long slow strokes. He positioned himself above her body, arms either side of her. He watched her intently as he continued to fuck her. Her legs, which had been stretched out flat, began to lift, so her knees were in the air. She began to gasp and slowly, ever so slowly, her head turned to him and wide-eyed she looked straight back at him. Her hands came slowly up from the mattress and rested on his ass, she began to make him push into her a little faster. She began to smile. Digging in her nails he began to fuck her harder still, thrusting now with his whole body. Her arms came further up him gripping his back as he kissed her on the neck and she began to scream. As her arms moved up his body her legs wrapped tightly around his backside. Lifting herself up, she flexed her body to help him go deeper into her. Finally they climaxed together with a gasp and she lay back on the bed. Jenya stared up at David a confused look on her face. She rolled away and curled up into a ball.
"See I knew all you needed was a good seeing to," he said. When he tried to stroke her face she turned away.
"What have I done, "she wailed. She scooped the gown off the floor and laid it across her to cover herself.
Annoyed at her attitude he decided to upset her further and tell her of the next step in his plan. He grabbed her firmly by the chin making her turn her head to look at him.
"I am going to burgle the house of your in-laws," he said flatly, "and you are going to help me."
"What?" She said, "are you nuts? Why would I help you and lose everything? You are crazy."
"No, you misunderstand me," he replied. "You are going to help me plan it and then you will be there as one of the unlucky hostages. So no one will suspect you. Simple. You get me out of your life and I get a new life with the proceeds. After all the Clements can afford it."
"No way," she said, "fuck off. Tell them if you must. I will deny it all and they will have you arrested." She curled up again in a ball, but sat up when she realised he had put the television on. He changed the channel and with a second remote hit play on the DVD player. It was obvious what ever he was going to show he had already set up. On the screen appeared two people having sex.
Jenya gasped as she realised she was one of the people on the screen. It was a nice hotel room and she was in bed with an Arab looking gentleman. He paused the DVD, tossed a newspaper across to her, which made clear the Arab man was now a very rich Sheik. The Sheik was famous for his adventures with escorts and prostitutes. David was sure she had made the connection to the man on the screen and so resumed playing the DVD. The camera was her side so it left the viewer in no doubt it was Jenya. She looked a little younger maybe but no one would be persuaded it wasn't her.
She watched open mouthed with horror as on the screen she moved her body in unison with the man. Her arm reaching back so it was around his neck, his hand fondling her breasts as he fucked her. Their bodies tensed as they came and Jenya watched herself smile as the man kissed her neck and then she rolled over so they could kiss properly. At that point the screen went blank.
Jenya could not remember this event, but there had been so many hotels and so many men.
"Perhaps you would rather I send this nice little video of you to your family and the local press. I think the chance of denial would be over then. The local press would love to have a juicy story on a Clement," he said.
"Can't you just leave me in peace?" She said, realising he had been playing with her. His real leverage came after the wedding not before. Haven't I suffered enough she thought.
"Do this and I will disappear," he said. "You will never see me again I promise."
"You promise? What good is your promise," she spat back at him.
"Jenya think about it. If I have robbed the Clements how can I stick around?" He said, "and why would I want to. All I want is money so I can live a good life. You owe me. He held up his hooked hand. You running cost me everything."
They argued on and on about it. Jenya told him it was a stupid plan but he stuck to his guns and so fearful that he would send the video to the press, she finally said she would help. The only thing she insisted on was that they meticulously planned it together, and that she would come out looking like the hero.
The first Mr and Mrs Clements senior knew about it was when they were both greeted by an armed man in their lounge. He ignored their protests and offers of money as he tied them both up on dinning room chairs, gagging them and then sitting opposite them. So far so good thought David. He put the television on for them and then the only words he spoke made the Clements blood run cold.
"Be a while before the rest of your family are here," he said, "so you might as well get comfortable. By the way I have also dealt with your servants so they are not about to come to your rescue."
After a long wait a car arrived at the door and jumping up he watched from the window as both Joseph and Jenya headed up to the front door. David had left the front door open, which it often was at the Clements and so Joseph entered into the house without suspicion.
When calling "Hello" got no response Joseph and Jenya headed for the lounge where they could see a light under the door. They opened the door and walked in.
They both hesitated and so for a brief moment David could appreciate what Jenya was wearing. She was in a short patterned dress with tiny straps. He could see her electric blue bra straps poking out amid the mass of blonde hair hanging over her shoulders. The short skirt showed off her bare legs and sandals perfectly.
"What the?" Joseph said before finding himself knocked to the ground. By the time he was up on his feet he found his wife in the hands of a man pointing a gun at her head.
"Sit on a chair beside your parents," David ordered.
Joseph hesitated. David slipped the straps of Jenya's dress off her shoulders and ran his hand down her top. Joseph watched in horror as David fondled his wife's breasts in front of him.
"Sit, or I'll hurt her," David said and so Joseph slumped onto a chair. David stood for a few moments smiling at Joseph as he continued to enjoy Jenya's breasts.
Making Jenya drop to her knees he moved to Joseph's chair, tying and gagging him. Next he picked up another chair and placed it well away from the others. He made Jenya sit on it. Kneeling at her feet David kissed Jenya, pretending to slap her until she kissed him back properly. He ran his hands up her legs stroking her thighs. As David began to kiss her again he heard another car arriving.
"Great the third and final group. The girls," he said and the way he said "the girls" made the senior Clements's try to plead with him not to hurt their daughters, but gagged it was just noise and they had no way of being understood.
"Shut the fuck up or I will shoot them one by one as they come in." He growled and the Clements fell silent.
Lucy, Ellie and Liz pretty much copied David's entrance, calling out and then heading into the lounge. Ellie screamed as she walked in and found her parents and siblings tied up, but before anyone could react David had slammed the door and was pointing his gun at them.
"Good evening ladies," he said.
"David what are you doing here?" Asked Lucy whose face was a picture of confusion when she realised she knew the man pointing a gun at her. Lucy took a step towards him and he grabbed her.
He kissed Lucy's neck, turning her around to face her sisters and the others.
"You I have enjoyed fucking already," he said to her, "but your sisters I have not yet had the pleasure of."
"You two have a tough act to follow, Lucy was a great fuck at the wedding," David said. Lucy called him a bastard and burst into tears, but fell silent again when the gun was placed against her head.
"Shut the fuck up. You know you had a good time," David replied. "Why should your sisters be deprived?"
Ladies kneel if you please." When they hesitated. He shouted the word louder and both Ellie and Liz dropped to their knees.
He placed Lucy on another chair tying her up and finally smothering her pleas of "leave me alone" with a gag.
He walked back, slowly circling Liz and Ellie on the ground. Using the barrel of his gun he slipped the straps of Liz's dress off her shoulder and with the barrel of the gun he played with her breasts.
"Very nice tits," he said.
"You, on your feet," he said to Ellie. Ellie slowly stood up. Her arms were wrapped around her. David slipped his gun into his belt and with a swift movement he ripped Ellie's blouse apart, then split her bra. Using both hands he fondled her breasts, playing with her nipples.
"Stand very still," he ordered her. "Also," he managed just to get one word out when Jenya interrupted him.
"If you want to have one of us then have me," she said. Jenya got up and walked slowly towards David. She slipped the straps of her dress off her shoulders as she walked. The top half of her dress fell away and taking one of David's hands she guided it onto her left breast.
"Take me upstairs and fuck me, if that's what you want" she said, "I will be a good girl if you leave the rest of my family alone." David hesitated so Jenya hand went to his groin.
"Hmmmm big boy," she said, "but do you know how to use it?"
David said nothing, but leaving Jenya standing there, he tied the remaining two girls up on chairs. As he did this, with everyone protesting in the background, Jenya walked out of the room. In full view of everyone she climbed the stairs. David stopped to look at her and she looked back at him and smiled. Finally she disappeared out of sight.
When David reached the bedroom he found her sat on the sofa. She had pulled her dress back up and put the straps back onto her shoulders. She was holding an iPad and studying it. Leaning over the sofa he looked at the screen. "This is the painting we talked about stealing. Its out on the landing," she said, "and these are the alarm circuits and codes for the safe." She tossed an envelope onto the side. Go get what you want and go."
"Oh no," he said. "The deal was we would fuck and you would act like you liked it. Remember you want Joseph to think you have suffered greatly to save his precious family."
He didn't wait; he just began to kiss her on the neck and ran his fingers up her bare arms before walking round to the front. He took the iPad from her and put it on the table.
They slowly kissed; mouths open as they enjoyed each other's warm wet lips. She wrapped her legs over the top of his, as he sat properly onto the sofa, their passionate kissing continuing. She threw her head back as with just one finger he stroked her neck before he slid his hand into the top of her dress and fondled her left breast.
"Make love to me, like you used to," she said. "And don't worry you'll see I want you to. I really want you too."
He went to move her to the bed, but she resisted.
"I want you to have me here," she said and with her hand she patted the sofa. "Just like we used to screw at the old place."
He gently pulled her up to a seating position and moving behind her he pulled both her dress straps off her shoulders.
"Don't take them off rip them," she said. "Make it look like you have forced me."
Smiling, David replaced the straps and then ripped them, before splitting the front of her dress. He cupped her breasts; she was still wearing the electric blue bra. As he lifted and fondled her tits she turned her head slowly to kiss him again.
"Rip my bra off," she whispered in his ear.
He reached behind her and pulled the clip of her bra apart, splitting the whole thing in half before throwing it to the floor. They continued to kiss. Jenya helped him out of his shirt and then allowed herself to be lowered down onto the sofa. David moved on top of her, their tongues playing with each other as they kissed some more. She loved the way he kissed her slowly and gently, her hand resting on his shoulder, as she lay back and let his lips go where they wanted.
"Get my knickers off and then go down on me," she begged.
She moved into a more comfortable position and opened her legs wide for him. Using both hands he tore her knickers apart, pulling them out from under her body before adding them to the pile of clothing on the floor. He moved down her body and began to lick her pussy. Her slow gentle licks making her breaths come slowly and deeply. Jenya placed her head on the arm of the sofa, arms at the side of her head, completely lost in the moment.
"Oh that's so good," she said. As David licked still slowly and gently, often pausing between touching her before continuing some more. He sometimes kissed her pussy too. She began to softly moan, her hand now pushing his head into her. Eventually he moved back up her again, to kiss her on the lips.
He held out his hand to her and she took it, letting him pull her up and he lay down where she had. Eagerly she pulled at his belt and trousers. Stroking his cock through the trousers before unzipping his fly and pulling them down. He helped her remove them and his boxer shorts before she took his cock deeply into her mouth. Her hand rested on his leg, as she sucked him. David put his hand on her neck as she sucked right down on his cock, as she slid her mouth back up the shaft she looked at him.
"I'd forgotten what a very big cock you have," she said before going down again and taking the whole of it in her mouth again.
Throwing his head back he moaned in delight. After a long session of oral sex she kissed his chest before moving her legs over his.
"Fuck me David, I am so horny," she said.
They kissed again as David guided his cock into her wet pussy. She lay on his body, as her hands on his ass helped him move in and out of her. They continued kissing. He could feel the soft flesh of her breasts moving against his skin. As she got more aroused she began to sit more upright, riding him, as he looked up at her smiling.
"Fuck me on my back like the other day," she said. "Hard, like you screwed Lucy." So they rolled over. Jenya on her back now and David slide his cock into her again. As he entered her she leant back grabbing the sofa arm. He fucked her with long hard strokes; she moved her leg to rest on the back of the sofa as her breathing got faster and faster. He loved the way her breasts moved beneath him as he screwed her. Faster and harder he went.
"Fuck yes," Jenya moaned, "harder, fuck me harder. I love it when you fuck me hard."
David's strong thrusts began to make her slide down the sofa finally with his breathing now very rapid she came, allowing him to withdraw and shoot his load over her stomach.
"Fuck I have missed that," she said.
"Me too," he said.
He smiled and said. "You know, we are pretty fucking amazing together. How about I have you again before I go."
She smiled, "at least go grab all the stuff first while you get your strength back but first you have to hit me."
"What?" he said.
"Hit me David. I need to look like you forced me." She said.
She screwed up her face as he moved over the top of her. He hit her hard on the left cheek and then after a brief pause just as hard on the right side. She tried hard to control her tears but it hurt so much she could not help crying.
He tried to comfort her but she told him to go get the stuff. So off he went iPad and plans in hand, and it was maybe 30 minutes before he returned. He was shocked to find all her makeup had run and she had bruises appearing on her face. However, no one would doubt she had been forced into sex into with him.
"You know you could come with me," he said gathering the stuff into bags and a pile to make it easier to transport. "There's enough here for two to have a good life."
"I was having the same thought," she said, "Yes I will come with you, it will be like old times. I want the Monet from the dining room though. Go get it for me." And with a smile she kicked a foot out at him. He eagerly left the room and ran down the stairs.
She heard him thanking Joseph for letting him fuck his wife. David then told Joseph what a lucky man he was and he began to tell Joseph how Jenya had liked being fucked in the end. Upstairs Jenya put the dressing gown on that was behind the door and headed down to the lounge. As she got near the half-open door she could see that Joseph was crying.
She pushed open the door with her foot and with a yell announced.
"You sick fucking bastard, you are not going to hurt anyone else."
She fired the gun she was holding. David almost made it as he tried to grab her. He had fast reflexes and he almost avoided being shot, but the bullet hit him in the shoulder. The concussion of the bullet knocked him to the ground. She fired a second and then a third, finally emptying the chamber into him, before collapsing in a heap. David's body flinching as the bullets hit him, but he made no sound or movement. Jenya made sure it was a while before she was recovered enough to untie Joseph and then she fell apart with style.
The Clements fussed around her, calling her their hero and telling her how much they loved her. Jenya quietly smiled to herself. She would play the hero, then the damaged wife and finally the sad victim of this story. They would give her a handsome pay off and she would leave Joseph and find someone she could really love. It would take some time, but she could cope with anything. She had proven that much already. |
19,526 | You can Run, but You can't Hide | JustOneNight | NonConsent/Reluctance | 2018-09-21 | 2018-09-24 | 2022-01-01 15:47:54 | 2 | literotica.com | https://www.literotica.com/s/you-can-run-but-you-cant-hide-ch-01 | 1. A girl finds a surprise in her house. 2. A woman finds a surprise in her house. | ['Ass', 'Bed', "But You Can'T Hide Ch. 01", 'Consensual Non Consensual', 'Forced', 'Foreplay', 'Hot', 'Night', 'Strangers', 'Tied Up', 'You Can Run'] | 3.88 | I was walking home at three in the morning from the job I worked. It was a hard job tending to all the assholes that came into the bar late at night.
I was always made fun of from the customers at that job. All the other girls there were very beautiful and sizes that were smaller than me. I was the odd sheep. I had got this job on a fluke, but I needed the money, so I just ignored it.
As I walked home, I heard footsteps behind me. I turned around, but I didn't see anyone there.
Feeling paranoid, I started to walk faster. Still hearing footsteps, I ran to my front door, fumbled with my keys, opened my door, ran inside, and locked it shut.
I breathed a huge sigh of relief. I finally felt safe.
I dropped everything on the table beside my door and head upstairs to take a much-needed shower.
I took off my shirt, bra, and much too tight skirt. As I was peeling off my panties down my thighs, I heard a creak.
I spun around and didn't see anything. I rolled my eyes at myself for being paranoid.
No one could be in my house, I thought.
I walked into my bathroom and turned on the shower. I needed a nice hot shower to relax me.
I looked in the mirror and looked at my body. I twisted my face. We all have our love and hate with our body, and today wasn't a good day.
I hopped in the shower humming as I scrubbed my body down with my vanilla scented body wash.
I stayed in there for at least 20 minutes just running my hands over my body. Feeling tingly, I came out of the shower.
"Hmm... I think I deserve a little reward today," I said to myself, thinking about the new vibrator I bought. It was one that the end of it wiggles and vibrates.
I giggled to myself and could feel myself get turned on.
I toweled off and walked into my room. All the lights were off.
"I thought I left the lights on in here?" I muttered to myself.
"You did," I heard a voice say behind me.
My eyes widened, and I screamed. I tried to turn around, but someone grabbed and put their hand over my mouth. I struggled to get away, but someone else grabbed my feet.
I could feel the terror wash over my body. There were people in my house! Oh fuck, I'm going to die.
The thought of I'm going to die just kept repeating in my head.
They threw me on my bed and started to tie me to the four corners.
Fuck, fuck fuck, fuck.
I heard them joking and laughing. They taped my mouth, so I couldn't scream.
"So, this is the little bitch that keeps teasing me at the bar with her little skirt," I heard a man spat at me.
"Look at all of that soft skin, I want to bite and mark her to remember this day," another one said.
After hearing that I sound feel myself get turned on. My eyes widened in horror. I could I be turned on by this!
They roughly grabbed me, running their filthy hands on my skin. I struggled even harder, but they just laughed at my failed attempts.
"Sorry little girl. There's no escaping us, we're going use you like the little fuck-doll that you are." All of them laughed at that. I could hear about three of them around me.
I saw one of them lean closer to me and roughly massaged my breasts. Bouncing them back and forward.
"Damn, look at these things, so big and juicy," he leaned down and bit my nipple hard.
I cried out against the tape in my mouth. Oh god, it was pleasure and pain, I could feel myself leaking down my thighs.
"Shit! THIS BITCH IS LIKING THIS! She's making a mess. Oh, you like this, you little slut?" He said looking into my eyes. I could barely make them out. It was pitch black in my room.
He was old, maybe around 40, and he had the evilest smirk.
The other two decided to join in on the fun. The one with the green eyes bent down and started to bite and suck on my other nipple.
I couldn't fight the feeling, I moaned underneath the tape. The third one ran his fingers down my stomach to my pussy lips. I could feel him tracing the lips and around my clit spreading my wetness around.
My hips, moving on their own, raised up wanting more.
"I think this whore needs a cock in her hole," the third one said with a slap on my pussy.
I squealed and jumped away from his hand. He kept giving slaps my thighs and my pussy as he said, "let's see how tight her pussy is."
I heard the belt and zipper being undone and hit the floor. The bed sank with his weight as he climbed on and hovered over me.
The other two moved their heads away from my breasts, but still kept on pinching my nipples. I could feel my nipples tighten, they hurt so much.
The third one reached down and ran the head of his cock up and down my slit, gathering my wetness. I felt him push his head into my hole. I groaned in pain.
Fuck, this was going to hurt, but I know I'm going to like it. I've been waiting for this for so long.
I heard his breath heavy in my ear. "Fuck me, you're so tight." He pushed hard in one thrust as I screamed in pain.
"Holy shit, she was a virgin!" I heard them all laugh in excitement.
"Fuck yes! Finally, a virgin! This is going to be good. This whore won't know what she's in for today," the biter chuckled.
At this point, the other two had their cocks out and made me put my hands around them. They were thrusting in and out of my hands.
The third one was fucking me roughly, and eventually the pain turned into pleasure. I couldn't stop moaning and my eyes were squeezed tightly. I was ashamed of myself, but it felt so good. I wanted this so badly. I love it, but I wasn't going to admit it to them.
After every thrust the headboard would bang against the wall, my body arched up, taking every thrust he was giving me. I felt him bite my neck roughly and I came hard on his cock. I could feel my pussy pulsing on his cock. The pleasure was running through my veins and I wanted more.
I heard him groan as he came inside me. He fell on top of me still pumping his cum into my pussy.
The first one was rummaging through his bag on the ground and he pulled something out of it. He pinched my nipple and pulled it. Fuuuuck, it hurt. My nipples hurt so much. He clipped a clothes pin on it and did the same with the other side.
"Look at this bitch's nipples. They hurt don't they?" He leaned down to my ear and whisper, "It's about to hurt even more, you slut."
They ripped the tape from my mouth. The second one grinned a wicked smile at me. He traced my lips with his finger, "I'm going to have fun with this mouth."
"Please, just give me more. I love the feeling you gave me!" I pleaded. They just laughed in my face.
The first one untied my legs and flipped me over to my stomach and tied my legs again. I was kneeling on the bed with my ass in the air and my face in the mattress. He slapped my ass.
"Fuck, that's a good ass. I have to fuck it later."
"Please not there. I've never done it there," I begged.
"Aww, little girl doesn't want us to fuck her ass?" He slapped my ass harder. He kept going, my ass was burning.
He chuckled, "I made her ass so red. Such a lovely shade of red."
He got behind me and just shoved his cock in my pussy. He thrusted hard and quick.
"Oh oh oh oh, fuck meeeeeeeee," I moaned out, I felt the pleasure running through my veins.
"You like that, you slut!" He slapped my ass as he kept thrusting in me.
The second one jumped onto the bed and grabbed my hair, bringing my head up.
"Open up!" I opened my mouth and sucked on his cock.
"Suck it!" I sucked his cock harder. He used my hair to move my head up and down his dick.
"Fuck yes," he moaned out, "suck me harder, let me feel that tongue." I sucked him the best as I could when someone else was fucking me from behind.
The guy behind me stopped and I moaned in disappointment. He started to smear my cum on my asshole.
He slapped my ass hard. The other guy forced me to suck his cock again.
He started to push one finger inside my ass. It hurt so much, but it felt so good. I loved the pain and pleasure mixed. As he kept going, he managed to get two fingers inside me. He was pushing his fingers in and out and it started to feel good.
I started to push back to meet his fingers.
"Damn, I think we need to keep this whore. She likes it in the ass too!"
To Be Continued...
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19,527 | You Can't Handle Me | DedeM | NonConsent/Reluctance | 2010-08-05 | 2011-05-28 | 2022-01-01 15:47:55 | 6 | literotica.com | https://www.literotica.com/s/you-cant-handle-me-ch-01 | 1. A power struggle between a teacher and a new student. 2. The continued power struggle between teacher and student. 3. The struggle between teacher and student continues. 4. The teacher and student story gets even more intense. 5. Teacher struggling against her student continues. 6. The conclusion of the teacher/student power struggle! | ['Dominant', 'Student', 'Submission', 'Teacher'] | 4.32 | _Note: All characters in this story are 18 and older._
It was the first day of the spring semester of high school. It was a bit on the warm side for late January in the Eastern US, so students and teachers alike were arriving to school with either light jackets or sweaters, and jeans or slacks. Denise was no exception as she arrived in her classroom to teach her first class of the day, World History, which was comprised of mostly freshmen and sophomores. She was wearing a pink sweater and black slacks, with black heels to match.
She opened a large drawer on the side of her desk and placed her purse inside, and then sat down to prepare for the first group of students to start filing in. Denise had been a teacher at her alma mater for the past 13 ½ years, and for the most part she enjoyed it very much. She was the kind of teacher that was loved by the good, well-behaved students, and hated by the slackers and the troublemakers, for she had a reputation for not taking any crap from them, and enforcing her rules and handling her own discipline. It was very rare that she ever had to send an unruly student to the principal's office-she preferred to handle behavioral issues directly and strictly. Because of her tough reputation, most kids didn't even bother misbehaving in her class-they either showed up and listened or didn't show up at all.
To the good students, however, she was more of a friend, a mentor, someone they could feel comfortable talking to. Maybe it was her still-youthful appearance-she didn't come across as old and stuffy like many of her peers, she tended to dress fashionably, her hair was short brown with blonde highlights and always styled, and she made time for her students who were genuinely trying hard-after all, she had been the same kind of student herself, not blessed with smarts but always determined and hardworking and never giving up. So when she saw a student struggling but trying, she empathized and gave that student whatever help they needed.
Her first period class came and went fairly smoothly-it was the same group she had had first semester, with no new transfers (as was sometimes the case at the start of second semester), so they all knew what to expect. The bell rang and the students quickly got up and filed out and down the hall for their next class. The schedule was in blocks and changed from day to day, so sometimes there was a break between classes, as there was today: Denise didn't have a class during second period, and then had her senior geography class third period.
As the last student left, Denise walked out into the hall. It was empty; the only three classrooms on that end of the hall were unoccupied that period, and the girls' bathroom directly across from her classroom was temporarily closed for maintenance. She looked down the hall in the other direction, and once she was satisfied there was nobody left in the hall, she began to turn around to head back into her classroom and get ready for the next class in about an hour.
Just as she turned, she heard a noise that surprised her. She stopped and turned back, and heard it again. It seemed to be coming from the closed bathroom. She slowly moved closer, trying to figure out what the sound was-it sounded like someone was eating, or mumbling-all she could hear was a 'mmmm' sound.
The door was propped partially open, with an orange cone in the doorway that had the 'Closed' sign taped to it. Quietly, slowly, Denise stepped over the cone, as the sound grew a bit louder. Then, just as she turned the corner, she saw what was happening, and her jaw dropped as she stared, wide-eyed.
In the center of the bathroom stood a young man, his back to the door, someone that Denise didn't recognize at all. But she did recognize the girl who was on her knees in front of him-it was Sara, one of her senior students, probably the smartest girl in the senior class and the likely class valedictorian!
As Denise watched in shock, the young man suddenly pulled his cock out of Sara's mouth-that was the sound she had been hearing!- and started spraying his seed all over her pretty face, into her straight brown hair, and down her neck and chest.
"Oh my God!" Denise exclaimed. "What is going on here?"
The young man suddenly yanked his pants up and turned, running quickly past the stunned teacher and out the door. "Hey, wait a min"- but Denise was too late to stop him. She turned her attention back to Sara, who was still kneeling on the floor, blushing deeply with embarrassment, and trembling.
"Sara? What was going on-are you okay?" She knelt down next to her prize pupil.
"I-I-oh god it's all over me-gotta clean up, gotta get to class..." Sara was still shaking as Denise got up to get some paper towels. But the dispenser was empty, and the water was turned off due to the maintenance.
"Don't move-I'll be right back!" And Denise ran across the hall, unlocked her drawer and pulled her purse out, and opened it to grab a pink handkerchief she kept in the side pocket. Then she raced back over to the bathroom, leaving her purse on the desk.
She quickly began wiping the cum off of Sara's face as she slowly began to calm down. It took several minutes, but finally she got Sara cleaned off and presentable once again. She laid the soaked cloth on the sink and turned her attention back to her student. "Okay so who was he? How did this happen?"
"Oh, Miss Denise," Sara replied, trying not to cry, "it all happened so fast...I never even saw him before my first class today-I don't even know his name! This is so embarrassing...!"
"Now now, it's not the end of the world..." Denise stated, trying to calm Sara down.
"Are you going to report me to the principal? Please don't...I promise it won't happen again..."
"You're my best student, Sara, you have a bright future," Denise answered. "I won't tell anyone about this. But how did you end up in here...doing, that...?" she added, blushing a bit herself.
"It was so silly...he was passing me notes during class, and the last one he told me to ask to use the bathroom and then meet him here...he slipped out of class when the teacher wasn't looking...he said he had something he wanted to show me, but I had to do exactly what he told me to do, so I got on my knees, and closed my eyes, and opened my mouth, and the next I knew I was...oh my god, Miss Denise, I don't know what I was thinking...!"
"It's okay," Denise replied. "You're okay-he didn't do anything else, did he...?"
"N-no," Sara stammered.
"Okay, just sit here a minute and get yourself together, then we'll go over to my classroom and I'll write you a note for being late to second period. And I'll find out who this guy is and deal with him-you have my word on that...!"
"Thank you, thank you so much, Miss Denise!" Sara gushed.
After a few minutes, Sara got up, and they walked together across the hall to Denise's classroom to get the note. Denise stuffed the handkerchief back into the side pocket of her purse before she locked it back in the drawer, not noticing that the purse had been moved slightly while she was away...
2
Denise sat at her desk for the thirty or so minutes before her next class, trying to refocus on getting ready for it, but the experience she had just had was still front and center in her mind. After all, this was not just any 'skank' she had caught in the bathroom in such an act, it was Sara, the smartest girl in her class! She had known Sara for a few years, and knew her family, and this was just so much out of character for her. Sara was someone Denise was quite proud of as a shining example and role model for the rest of the girls in her class-to see her degrade herself before a boy in such a manner was unconscionable!
Finally the bell rang to end second period, and the students began to file into her classroom for her third period, senior Advanced Placement (AP) World Geography class. Because it was an AP class and could count towards college credits, it drew only the smartest of the senior class, and thus was her most enjoyable class to teach that year.
Sara was in this class, and so was the girl who seemed to be her biggest threat to class valedictorian, Melanie. Denise smiled as she saw Melanie walk in and take her seat; if someone had said two years before that Melanie would be second in her class, nobody would have believed it.
At first glance, Melanie didn't look like the typical straight A student at all. She was naturally blonde, quite pretty, and voluptuous; she was a cheerleader. And until Denise had her in class two years prior, Melanie got by quite well on her looks, getting average grades without anyone seeming to take notice. As Denise got to know her during her sophomore year, she realized that Melanie was incredibly bright and smart, and decided she would work with her to help her realize her potential. The results were really quite amazing-by the time Melanie began her senior year she had completely transformed into a strong student, demonstrating her smarts in all her classes, and her personality and decision making reflected this as well.
Two years ago, Melanie was the kind of girl who would have gotten caught in the bathroom like Sara did. Now, she confidently asserted her place, rebuffing the comments she got about her looks, and only staying friends with those who also took their classes and themselves seriously. Even Melanie's mother, who was a high school dropout, had been motivated by Melanie's success to go back and finish her GED.
The bell rang to begin class, and Denise read off the roll call. Then she got to the two new students, transfers into the school.
"Hector Gonzalez?" she asked. A Hispanic boy in the back stood up slowly, "Here."
"And...Richard Masters?"
A blonde young man of average height and build who was seated behind Melanie and in front of Sara stood up. "Call me Dick." This statement got a few chuckles from the class as Denise looked up to identify him, and as she did, she gasped and froze.
It was him. The boy from the bathroom earlier, with Sara. In her class.
He had a cocky grin on his face as his eyes met hers, and Denise smiled back- having this punk in one of her classes was going to make handling the incident so much easier, she thought, as he sat back down and she began her class.
3
Denise took the first few minutes of class to go over the second semester syllabus and class expectations. Then she gave the class a reading assignment for the next 20 minutes, during which time she planned to catch up on some of the work she didn't finish during her open period.
A few minutes into the reading time, Denise heard a soft giggle. She looked up, but everyone seemed to be reading and doing what they were supposed to, so she sighed and went back to what she was doing. A few minutes later, she heard it again, a bit louder, and once again looked up to see nothing but thirty heads looking down into their books.
The third time it happened, a few minutes later, it was obvious who was doing the giggling. Denise looked up and saw everyone looking and staring at Melanie, who was giggling uncontrollably. But that wasn't the reason everyone was looking at her and either gasping or laughing; Melanie's blouse was completely open and unbuttoned and her breasts were half-hanging out of her bra, and she was blushing deeply even as she was giggling.
"Okay, that's enough!" Denise raised her voice, trying to hide her own shock and surprise. "Melanie?"
"Yes, Miss Denise?"
"In the hall. Now."
Melanie quietly got up and walked quickly to the door as Denise met her there to open it. Most of the class let out gasps or were mumbling to each other about what kind of trouble Melanie was going to be in.
Denise closed the door as soon as they were both in the hallway. "Melanie, what's the meaning of this?"
Melanie was still blushing as she put her hand behind her back, trying to conceal what was in it. She was trying to speak but the words weren't coming out, as Denise saw her hand move. "What's that in your hand?" she asked the trembling student.
Melanie's head dropped a bit as she produced the note she had been holding. Denise took it from her and opened it, reading it to herself:
'Hey Tits,
I want to have some fun with that stupid cunt of a teacher. I want you to do
exactly as I tell you. Every few minutes, I'm going to give you a soft poke, and when I do, you unbutton one button on that pretty little blouse, and giggle just a bit about ten seconds after you do it. The last time, when the last button opens, I want you to pull your bra down just enough to flash everyone those pretty titties. Do all this and there will be a wonderful present for you after class!'
The note wasn't signed. Denise's face showed her anger and disappointment as she looked up at Melanie. "Who gave you this?" she demanded.
"Th-the new boy...sitting behind me..."
"I figured as much-I've already had one issue with him this morning. I'll handle him. What on earth possessed you to do something like this, to do what he told you to?"
Melanie was still trembling in embarrassment. "I d-don't know, Miss Denise...he is kinda cute..."
"You are so far above this now, Melanie. All the progress you've made the last two years-I won't allow you to throw it all away just because some cute new boy passes you a note! Now fix yourself and button your shirt, and go back and sit down. I'll expect to never have a conversation with you again like this. Understood?"
"Yes, Miss Denise," Melanie replied as she finished buttoning her blouse. The look in her eyes showed that she knew Denise meant business. Denise opened the door as Melanie walked back in towards her seat, with everyone's attention on her and her change of behavior.
"Mr. Masters"-
"Dick." The boy chuckled.
"Out here. Now." He got up quickly, almost as if he was anticipating it, and strode out into the hall. Denise quickly closed the door behind him, and then without hesitation, she got right in his face. At 5'7" each, they were eye to eye.
"What the hell is this?" There was fire in her eyes as she spoke, flashing the note before his face.
He smiled. "What bothers you more, the stupid part or the cunt part?" His eyes never wavered from hers, he never looked down or seemed uncomfortable, even in the face of her anger.
"That's enough!" Denise shouted into his face. "I don't know who you think you are. I don't know what you got away with at your last school. I really don't care. I will NOT tolerate this kind of behavior in my class. I will NOT let you harm any of my students or jeopardize their futures. You may think this kind of stuff is funny," and she waved the note again, "but I take discipline VERY seriously. I've been teaching here a long time, and I've handled your type before. You think you're God's gift, you think you're better than those girls somehow, but you're not. They are smart and strong and have a lot going for them. So I suggest you drop your cocky attitude and learn some manners, for starters. And I want you back here in my class after school for detention. Understood?"
The expression on his face didn't change a lot, but he nodded a bit. "Whatever," he sighed. "You can't handle me." And he turned as she opened the door, and walked back to his seat. As they returned to the class, there was a lot of whispering and talking back and forth-the rest of the class had heard Denise's shouting even with the door shut and figured this new kid was really in for it.
"Alright, that's enough of that." Denise stated as she returned to her desk, and the class went quiet. "I hope everyone read the chapter I assigned-I have a few questions!" And she managed to get through three of them before the bell rang for the end of class.
"Okay," she said as the students started putting their books away and getting up, "chapter 24 is your assignment for tonight." The class started filing out and down the hall to the cafeteria for lunch as she sat back down. 'There's always one smart-ass in every class', she thought to herself. 'Another challenge...well that's why I got into teaching, to educate, to change these kids, show them they are all able to succeed, give them the tools they need...even the punks like that one.'
She had a thought, as she turned off the lights and locked the classroom behind her; she headed down the hallway and turned the opposite way of the cafeteria, towards the school office...
4
As her class was eating lunch, Denise was in the school office. "Hey, Denise," came a familiar voice from behind the counter. Stella had been working at the school almost as long as Denise had, and they were friends and former classmates there from their own school days. While both women were single, Stella had gotten married right out of high school, pregnant, and then quickly divorced soon after that. Her daughter was a senior there now and soon to graduate.
"Hey Stella...I'm looking for the transcripts for one of my new students, I was hoping you could help?" Denise asked.
"Sure, what's the name?"
"Richard Masters..."
"Ohh, him," Stella replied, almost giggling, as she reached down and picked up the file from her desk and handed it to Denise. "I saw him come in first thing this morning, what a dreamboat..."
"Dreamboat? Stella? He's..." Denise quickly opened the file, "nineteen! You're old enough to be his"-
"Mother, yeah, don't remind me, we aren't getting any younger, are we? I've got a boyfriend anyway...what about you? Who's in your life now?"
"I'm way too busy for that sort of thing, and the idea of getting tied down with any man, giving up my power, my independence...No can do! I like my life the way it is just fine."
"Sure you do," Stella replied. "So what's the deal with this guy?"
Denise was looking back down at the file as she answered. "He's already a bit of a troublemaker...I was hoping something in his file might shed some light on it, but there's not much here! His grades are excellent, mostly A's...he lives with his father...and here's the name and phone number of his last school, in California."
"I'm sure whatever his issues are, you'll handle him, you always do," Stella said as she got up to get the office cordless. "But here's the phone-call his last school, maybe they can tell you what his deal is. Ms. Vickers is out today, you can use her office if you want."
"Thanks Stella, you're the best!" Denise said as she took the file and the phone into the vacant office and sat down, calling the number for his last school.
"May I speak to one of the administrators, please?" she asked when the secretary answered.
A minute later, she heard a female voice on the line. "This is Vice Principal Stewart, how may I help you?"
"Yes hi, my name's Denise, I'm a teacher from Central Valley High in Virginia. I was hoping you might be able to give me some information on one of your former students, a Richard Masters..."
The line went quiet for a few seconds.
"Hello? Are you there?" Denise finally asked.
"Y-yes..." Ms. Stewart finally replied, her voice sounding a bit shaken. "Richard Masters...he's at your school now?"
"Yes, he just started today. I have some issues with him already and there's nothing in his file..."
"One second." Denise heard the sound of a door being closed and locked. "Okay, I'm back. You need to find a way to expel him. Right away."
"Expel him? After one day? What's going on? What happened when he was there?"
"Trust me, he's not the kind of trouble you want at your school. He's a very smart kid, he tested off the charts, but he is very misguided, especially when it comes to dealing with women."
"Yeah, I've seen that already," Denise interjected, "but something must have"-
"He has some kind of quality about him, I'm not sure what, he's always been able to get what he wants from the girls. He isn't satisfied with messing with the easy ones though-he targets the smart girls, the ones who would challenge him. After a few incidents here, we were able to get him psychoanalyzed..."
"And?"
"He freely admitted that he thinks men are superior to women, that all women should be subservient, and that it was his 'calling' somehow, to make this happen, to 'put women back in their proper place'. The psychologist tried to explain to him that he was wrong, that men and women should be equals, but he wasn't having any of it. We tried to reach his father but didn't have any success, he seems to be the only person that has any influence over Dick. The incidents continued, even though one of his teachers was determined she was going to straighten him out..."
"So what happened?"
"Well, we finally expelled him about a month and a half ago, after we caught him in the girls' locker room, being 'serviced' by two girls, smart ones too! All of them were 18 or 19 so we couldn't press any charges, and he didn't seem terribly bothered-he said he'd done all he wanted to do at this school anyway, it was time to move on-I didn't realize he meant all the way across the country..."
"Thank you, Ms. Stewart, thank you for all your info"-
"There's something else you should know." The vice principal's voice lowered a bit. "When he was expelled, we kept a tight lid on it-we didn't want any of this leaking out to the press, it's not the kind of publicity we want for our school...but you need to know this. Soon after he left, the teacher, the one who had been trying her best to change him...she came into my office, in tears, telling me she wasn't fit to be a teacher any more, and she resigned. Also, the two girls we caught him with both dropped out of school. These were smart girls, they would have both gone to good colleges...I tried to get a hold of them, all three of them, to try and change their minds, but I was told they had left town, with no forwarding address...Whatever happened, it really shook them up, I don't know what he did, but you can't let him do it again. For your own sake, for your school, get rid of him now, if you can."
Denise had been listening, absorbing this all in. "Don't worry, I think I know what I have to do. I really appreciate your honesty, Ms. Stewart, and if I think of anything else, I'll call you. I'll handle him."
"You're welcome...I know you probably pride yourself on being able to handle anything. But that's exactly what Candi Brown was like, too, and she couldn't handle him, and now she's gone."
"Okay...bye." Denise hung up the phone. 'So...' she thought, 'he's going to be even tougher to crack than I thought. I'm going to have to put the hammer down, and hard.' She returned the phone to Stella and started back towards her room, stopping briefly at the cafeteria on the way.
She peeked inside long enough to see Richard (she refused to think of him as 'Dick', what a crude nickname, nobody used that any more!) sitting in the lunchroom, with Melanie on one side of him, and Sara on the other. She could see him talking, and the two girls seemed to be listening very attentively. She resisted the urge to walk in there and confront him-after all, there was no crime in sitting and talking during lunch-and instead turned back towards her room, even more determined to change his attitudes, his perceptions, his misguided beliefs...
5
The last two classes of the day went rather uneventfully for Denise, which was probably a good thing, she told herself as the last bell rang. There were enough events that morning for a whole week! And during the last two classes, when she had time to think, her thoughts were going back to those events. Sara on her knees in the bathroom, giving him oral. Melanie exposing herself in class. The note Melanie had gotten, calling Denise a 'stupid cunt'. And yet Melanie had obeyed his every word, seemingly without thought or question. The way he acted towards her in the hall. And then the conversation with his former school. It was a lot to take in.
As her last class filed out of the room, Denise sat there, waiting, thinking about how she was going to handle Richard. He was the only student who had earned her after-school detention, so he would get her full attention. Her experience told her that these types of situations were best handled quickly and directly, so the student would understand exactly where the lines were drawn and what behavior was going to be expected in the future.
She sat there as five minutes passed, then ten. There were no after-school activities that day, since it was the first day of a new semester, so the halls quickly got very quiet as everyone was leaving for the day. Denise looked up at the clock. 'He's not going to show...' she started thinking, a bit disappointed if that was the case, as she would have to turn the discipline over to the administration, which was something she tried to avoid at all costs. She knew they had enough to deal with, and she had her reputation to uphold as well, and she also knew that teachers who demonstrated the ability to handle their own discipline would have a leg up when it came to administrative openings.
Denise sighed as she checked the time once more, and then unlocked her drawer, took out her purse, and put it on her desk as she prepared to head out for the day. Just as she was about to stand up, the classroom door opened, and in he strode, as if showing up fifteen minutes late to detention was just a normal practice.
"You're late, Mr. Masters." Denise said as he coolly dropped his backpack on top of one of the desks in front and walked to the front of hers.
"Call me Dick, OK?" he chuckled. "You do like dick, don't you Denise?"
"I...not for a name, no, I don't...!" she replied, her face burning a bit, she was not going to let this kid think he had the upper hand, not for a second!
His hand reached out to her purse. "That's a pretty purse you have there, Denise, may I?" And before she could reply, he had snatched it by the handle and took a few steps away from her desk, opening it to look inside.
"Hey, that's personal! Give that back now!" Denise yelled as she quickly marched around the side of her desk towards him. He started to move to the side of the classroom, in front of two desks that were separated from the rest, one in front of the other. She quickly caught up to him.
"Give it back!" she screamed at him as she grabbed hold of one of the handles, wresting it from his grip as he kept hold of the other one. She yanked at it trying to get the whole purse away from him, but he kept a tight hold as the pulled back and forth. "Give it to me NOW!"
"You want it?" he laughed. "Then it's yours!" And he suddenly let go, sending her flying back towards the wall, and sending the contents of her purse spilling out onto the floor.
"You asshole, you fucking asshole," Denise muttered angrily as she quickly knelt down on the floor, picking up her lipstick, compact, wallet, and other items that had fallen from her purse. Dick stepped back and watched, chuckling.
"Now now, that's bad language coming from a teacher, Denise," he chided as she continued to pick things up. He smiled as he watched her-she seemed to be looking for something and not being able to find it. His right hand went to his jacket pocket, slipping something out beyond her field of vision.
"I think I saw something roll under the desk there," he said to Denise as she crawled underneath the front one of the two desks, looking, her hand sliding underneath the chair part of the desk, feeling for something but not finding it.
"Oh, is this what you're looking for?" he asked as he opened his hand where she could see it, revealing a pink egg-shaped device. Denise's eyes widened as she lunged to her feet, completely forgetting in her haste and anger that she was underneath the desk...
CCCCRRRRAAAACCCCKKKK!!!!! Her head hit the bottom of the desk. Hard. "Uuuunnnnnhhhhh!!!!" Denise gasped as she slid back down, dazed and stunned by the blow to her head.
"Stupid cunt," Dick mumbled. He moved very quickly as he re-pocketed the egg and pulled a cord from the same pocket as he crouched next to her. Grabbing her wrists, he pulled them together over her head and tied them together securely with the cord. The he moved behind her, pulling her up by her arms, up through the desk in front, over the top of it and the desk behind it, and then tying the other end of the cord to the lower back of the desk, pinning her on her back over the two desks, her arms over her head and her legs dangling through the front desk, her heels not quite touching the floor.
"Uuunnnhhh..." Denise mumbled as she shook her head, trying to clear it, "what happened..."
Dick didn't respond as he quickly moved down to her feet, which were dangling next to the legs of the desk in front. He noticed that each desk leg had a square opening halfway down, and then he looked at the bottom of her heel, and saw it was small enough to fit in the opening. Denise was weakly kicking her feet as she was regaining her senses, so he grabbed her right foot with both hands, and quickly pushed the heel of her shoe into the opening until it stuck. Then he repeated the same with her left, and pulled two more cords from his pocket, tying her ankles to the desk for good measure.
"What have you done to me?" Denise yelled as he stood up to examine his handiwork. "Untie me this instant!" She was thrashing wildly back and forth, twisting furiously, and struggling, but the angle at which she was arched over the two student desks and the way her ankles and feet were secured gave her no leverage whatsoever. "I'm your teacher, I demand that you untie me now! You're in big trouble, mister!"
She continued to grunt and struggle as she glared angrily at him and yelled for him to untie her. He seemed unaffected by her pleas as he picked up her purse from the floor and set it back on top of her desk, a few feet away. He reached inside it and pulled the handkerchief from the side pocket. Then he walked back to her, standing next to her head as she continued to twist and scream and struggle in vain.
"You aren't exactly in any position to demand anything, are you? Struggle all you want, Denise, I don't think it'll do you any good. Scream all you want, there's nobody left here who can hear you. I'm in charge now, not you. I'd say you're the only one here who is in big trouble..." He took the handkerchief and waved it below her nose. She could still smell his semen on it from where she had cleaned Sara's face off with it that morning.
"How did you like having my cum in your purse all day? Did that excite you?"
"Hell no!" Denise spat at him as she continued to glare angrily, determined not to give him any satisfaction whatsoever. "You're a sick kid-let me go right now and I'll see that you get help! You can't do this to me!"
"Now now, I am perfectly fine, and I am doing this to you." His voice kept its same calm and unaffected tone to it as he took the handkerchief and twirled it a few times, then reached down and placed it over her shocked eyes, tying it behind her head securely, even as she was yelling 'no...no...no...no...' the entire time.
"no...you fucking bastard...I can't see..." Denise groaned as she continued to struggle, though not quite as hard, as she was starting to tire a bit. She was breathing hard from the effort and sweating quite a bit. Her sweater had slid up a bit, exposing her fairly tight and tanned stomach. Then she felt something touching her exposed skin there, a light touch, like fingers grazing, caressing. Her back arched a bit more, involuntarily, and she let out a surprised whimper, her voice suddenly without any of its previous angry tone.
"Ohh God, no," she moaned, trying to fight what was happening; being blindfolded, and then touched, had been one of her fantasies ever since she had experienced it when she herself had been in high school-she couldn't let him know this!
"There, that's better," he smiled. "Looks like I found something you like, even if you won't admit it," he added as he continued to softly stroke across her exposed tummy. Denise's body continued to respond against her wishes as she pleaded unconvincingly for him to stop.
"H-how did you know...?" she breathed.
"A lucky guess, I suppose," he chuckled. "I figured any girl who carried a pretty little vibrator with her must have at least a few fantasies, maybe some she doesn't want anyone else to know about..."
Denise was blushing a bit at this statement. "What do you want from me?" she asked.
"What do I want from you? Well, first off, I want you to understand who is in control here. Who is handling who." He looked down over her squirming body helplessly trapped over the two desks. "I think we have an understanding."
"No!" Denise shouted at him angrily, "we don't"-
"I don't expect you to say it yet," he interrupted. "But your body is telling me otherwise," he said as he caressed her stomach again, then slowly slid her sweater up until it was all above her chest. Then he moved down and unbuttoned her slacks, sliding them down below her knees. "And what a nice body it is, it's been well taken care of, I see," he added as he traced his finger slowly down her right side where her skin was exposed, smiling as her body responded, and her expression softened a bit again. He also noted with a surprised smile her pink satin undergarments.
"Would you at least take this thing off my eyes, so I can see what you're doing?" she asked, trying not to sound too much like she was pleading.
"Oh no, I couldn't do that, although it does raise a couple of interesting questions."
"Questions? What do you mean?" Denise asked, looking a bit lost.
"Well, it's got me wondering, what kind of girl carries a handkerchief like that at work, unless she wants it to be used to blindfold her? And..." he paused as he once again withdrew the egg from his pocket, "what kind of girl carries a vibrator with her at work, unless she wants it to be used on her...?" And he gently laid the egg on her exposed navel.
"What? No!" Denise exclaimed in denial. "That's not why I have them...!" Her face was quite red with embarrassment.
"Well there's really only two explanations: either you're just a silly little bimbo, masquerading as a tough schoolteacher, who doesn't think these things through at all, or, deep down you want nothing more than to be blindfolded in your own classroom and driven to orgasm by your little egg here, is that it, Denise?"
"No-that's not it, that's not what I want!" Her face burned with shame.
"It was a rhetorical question, I already knew the answer." His voice remained calm and authoritative as he reached again into her purse, fishing around the pockets until he found what he was looking for, the small remote that controlled the egg. He touched the button that turned it on to the lowest setting as he palmed it and walked back to her side.
"Shit," Denise breathed as she felt the egg buzzing on her tummy, spreading little tingles all around it. "D-don't...ple"- she stopped herself before she could finish saying 'please', her breathing quickening a bit. 'He's just a student, a nineteen-year-old boy, I can't let him do this to me!' she repeated in her mind.
"It's okay, Denise, you can say please, good girls say please." His eyes looked over her again. "And what kind of girl wears such pretty underwear if she doesn't want a man to see it?" His free hand caressed her bra for a few moments before lifting the cups up to expose her firm, tanned, C-cup breasts. "These are the best tits I've seen all day. Better than Sara's, even better than Melanie's."
Denise gasped a bit as she heard her students' names from his mouth for the first time. "Sara...Melanie...promise me you won't hurt them...!"
"Hurt them?" Dick chuckled. "I have no intention of hurting them, or you, or anyone. Is that what you think this is about?" He softly squeezed her right nipple, eliciting a gasp from her as he continued. "This is about setting things right, allowing girls to embrace their true nature. Showing them where their rightful place is-serving a man. You know this, you called my last school during your lunch."
"You knew about that?" Denise gasped in shock, "but how...?"
"I know everything that has happened today. I've been here for a while, watching, observing, doing my homework, like any good student." Dick moved his hand over and squeezed her left nipple, drawing a similar response from the unprepared teacher. "Nothing today has happened by accident. The truth is, I've been in control from the moment I stepped foot in this school." He let go and moved back, next to her head, as his hand moved through her soft hair.
The expression on Denise's face became angry again. "You arrogant little shit! Who do you think you are? This is MY classroom! You think you can just waltz in here and...and...and, ohhh...ohhhhh godd..." she gasped, and the reason for this was that as she was screaming in anger, he slowly started moving the humming egg downwards, sliding it underneath the elastic in her panties, and down until it was nestled against her bare, smooth, thick labia.
"You were saying?" he asked calmly as he nudged the button on the remote to the medium setting.
"I was...umm...i...umm...i..."
His hand went back to her hair again, massaging her head as he ran his fingers through it. "It wasn't important, don't worry your pretty little head about it." She let out a sigh of contentment as the egg continued to vibrate between her legs. "That's a good girl, relax, don't try to think, it's not what you're made for anyway, are you?" Denise opened her mouth to try and respond, but his finger went over her lips, and she stiffened and stopped.
"Now, I want you to relax and listen to me, Denise. In a few minutes, I'm going to leave, and you'll be free to go too. I expect that you'll act towards me a bit differently from now on, though. And don't get any ideas about going and telling anyone about what has happened here, it's our little secret for now. I have enough pictures of you in this compromised position to ruin you forever." He paused to let this sink into her dizzy, confused mind. "You won't interfere with anything I do with Sara, or Melanie, or any other girl in this school. Do you understand, Denise?" He lifted his finger away from her lips.
"Yes," she breathed.
"Good girl. One more thing, before I go." His hand went between her legs, pushing the egg inside the dazed, panting teacher, and then he touched the remote one more time, setting it to the high setting. "I'm going to hide this remote somewhere in your classroom...hopefully you'll find it before your egg sends you over the edge-or maybe not...!" He chuckled as he walked around the room for a minute, then he returned to her.
Denise felt the cord loosening around her wrists, and once she knew her hands were free, she quickly pulled them up to her head, yanking the blindfold from her eyes. She raised her head up, quickly looking around, still in a daze and panting from the vibrating egg inside her. There was no sign at all of Dick, apparently he was already gone, she thought as she tried to move her feet, but they were still secured tightly. She managed to get herself up to a sitting position on the back of the front desk, pulled her slacks back up, and then she reached down awkwardly to attempt to untie her ankles. The position she was in made it fairly difficult, not to mention how hard it was for her to focus on anything with the egg stimulating her!
Finally, after several minutes, she managed to free herself from the desk, and then got to her feet, stiff still from being tied for so long, and started looking around for the remote. She didn't see it out anywhere in plain sight, so she managed to stumble over to her desk-surely he must have hidden it inside one of the drawers!
"Ohhhh goddd..." Denise moaned as the egg was pushing her closer to the edge. "where is itttt...ohhh..." she opened drawer after drawer, rummaging through the contents of each, with no success. Then she turned her attention to the top of her desk, moving papers around, desperate to find the remote before it was too late.
"Ohhhhhhhh..." she moaned loudly, unable to find it, and the pleasure was too much, she could feel the release coming as she leaned against her desk, and then backwards onto it, her hands moving to her still-exposed chest as she gasped and shook and screamed in total bliss, "ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!!"
After a couple of minutes, she finally started to come down from the euphoric high, and managed to reach down into her panties and pull the egg from her dripping pussy. Laying it on her desk, she then reached up to pull her bra and sweater back down, and as she did, something fell out of her sweater and rattled as it landed on her desk.
The remote. She had had it the entire time. Shaking her head in total bewilderment, Denise managed to stuff everything back into her purse, and stumble out of her classroom, out the door and to her car to drive herself home, after the most surprising day of her entire teaching career.
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19,528 | You Can't Leave Me | a_pearl_choker | NonConsent/Reluctance | 2008-04-06 | 2008-04-06 | 2022-01-01 15:48:00 | 1 | literotica.com | https://www.literotica.com/s/you-cant-leave-me | He makes sure breaking up is VERY hard to do. | ['Domination', 'Oral', 'Submission'] | null | "– and I just don't think we should be together anymore, Josh. I love you so much, you _know_ that. But it would just never work out. And I just....I just _can't_." I ended my carefully planned but very sloppily executed breaking-up speech on a helpless sob. I refused to look up from the floor and couldn't have seen Josh's face even if I did; my eyes were full of tears that seemed to have no end. After a while though, the silence radiating from his place next to me on the couch made me unbearably nervous. Still I refused to look up.
After a tense century of silence he finally spoke with quiet, firm, and eerie calm, "No."
I looked up. He had no obvious emotion on his face. This made me more nervous than if there was lava flowing from his eyes and angry bees shooting backwards from his mouth. Apparently he was going to make this difficult. Though it gave me a good feeling that he didn't want me to go, it was not going to cancel out weeks of intense and agonizing contemplation. "What?"
He repeated in his usual calm manner: "No. You can't leave me. I won't let you."
Now I was getting a tad freaked out. Josh had never in all the time we'd been together acted this way. I'd never seen him in any feminist parades but neither had he ever bitch-slapped me and told me to fetch him a beer. But I hold the opinion that you never know a person fully – including yourself – no matter how long you've known them. I didn't _think_ he would hurt me, but at this point I wasn't _sure_ he wouldn't hurt me. "Josh," I began cautiously. "I wasn't...asking."
He was just staring at me. I moved to rise from the couch. "Okay. I think I'm gonna –"
Josh's hand struck out similarly to lightening in both quickness and in the pain it caused. I shrieked, " _Aw! Josh! What are you_ –" He snatched me up from the couch by my upper arm and began leading me into the bedroom. I was so focused on my fear and trying to pry his painful grip away from my arm that I didn't notice until we arrived in the dim room. I was on full terror alert by this time. It kicked up another few notches when Josh suddenly shoved me against the wall. Before I even had time to involuntarily cry out in pain his mouth was on mine.
There was little gentleness at all in the kiss, only a clear intention to dominate. His lips pressed the blood from mine. His tongue sucked mine out of whatever corner of my mouth it slithered into for escape. My struggles, whether to turn my head, close my mouth, or push him away were utterly futile. The only action I was allowed was to make confused, frightened noises in my throat. The full length of his powerful body was holding me against the wall so that I could barely even breathe. Just when I thought even that freedom was about to be taken from me he pulled back.
We were staring each other in the eyes, both taking deep, erratic breaths. Where once there was remoteness there was now pain. I knew where it came from; Josh loved me. He had shown me in a thousand wonderful ways. But the way he was showing me now was not so wonderful. He was making me feel like a helpless, scared little girl and I didn't like it. For me the line between willing submission and forced domination was _very_ thick.
I managed to still the shake in my voice and drag out some firmness, "Josh. Listen to me. This is the best thing for both of us. We just shouldn't be together anymore. We –" His expression hardened. He jerked me from the wall and shoved me backwards onto the bed. " _Jesus_ , Josh! What are you –" He reached out and tore the straps of my shirt, spilling my breasts forth. I quickly tried to scoot away from him on the bed and reach the other side. He grabbed me by my hips and tossed me further in that direction. Then he landed on top of me. I could feel his erection digging into my inner thigh. This scared and conversely sparked some arousal in me. Though never outside of it, Josh was always quite dominant in bed, and though I could be pretty bold myself on occasion I did enjoy greatly when he took control.
Some of the fight drained from me as he squeezed my breasts in his hands and roughly sucked at my nipples. He was just on the edge of causing light pain but I couldn't hold back several pleased gasps. Though I was feeling a familiar heat rising in my body I didn't want to give him the idea that what he was doing would change my decision. I pulled weakly at the back of his shirt only managing to excite myself further at the feeling of his strength and solidness pinning me to the bed. Apparently he took my writhing, moaning, and sighing as surrender, which is exactly what is was.
" _Josh_ ," I whispered, not knowing if I was pleading for him to stop or continue. Either way, he kept absolutely silent. The only sounds in the room were his mouth sucking at me and my whimpers of helpless pleasure. I soon found myself wrapped around him, pulling him to me instead of away and grinding my hips up into his erection. He always did like drawing things out and was probably making a point to cause me to surrender completely and willingly, if silently. My body had given up several minutes ago; it was only now that I consciously gave up myself.
One of his hands began moving steadily down my body. I trembled in anticipation of his hand reaching the juncture of my thighs. He shifted his hips to allow access to my dampened panties. I gasped loudly and spread my legs when his hand pressed hard against my aching pussy and began rotating in a maddeningly slow motion. I wanted to feel his fingers, his cock pushing deep inside me, to fill me and own me completely.
But suddenly his weight and heat were absent from me. My eyes popped open to find him opening his jeans. He dropped them to the floor and reached for me, grasping me at my nape and forcing me down onto my knees in front of him. He grabbed a handful of hair on the top of my head and simultaneously shoved his dick and my face forward into each other. His cock hit the back of my throat hard. I gagged and coughed for a bit, him steadily pressing into my mouth the whole time. Finally the coughing passed. Only then did he let up the pressure. He pulled his hips back and immediately slid them forward again in a more gentle fashion. I moaned and closed my lips tightly over his thick shaft and began sucking eagerly. He continued to pull and push his cock in and out of my mouth. Of my own accord I forced him deeper in, feeling his fuzzy balls bump my chin. He emitted a small grunt at this. My pride caused me to suck harder and lick faster. He didn't grunt again but I felt his hard breaths landing on my face.
We kept up this rhythm for a while. He would pull away every now and then, whenever I felt the extra hardening of his dick signaling he was ready to come. This became more frequent after a while and he would stay out of my mouth for increasing amounts of time. If I ever moaned a complaint and tried to reach for him with my mouth he would pull my hair and make me wait longer. When he wasn't in my mouth I massaged his balls and ran my hands all over his powerful thighs and ass. Sometimes he would grab his dick to rub and tap it against my face tauntingly.
I was trembling with desire for more. The next time his cock passed my lips I grabbed his ass and stubbornly refused to stop sucking even when he pulled my hair, despite the pain. I sucked his cock to the best of my abilities. He began breathing harder again and gave in to fucking my mouth. My fingernails dug into his ass cheeks and I shoved him as far into my throat as I could, still moving my tongue all around his throbbing dick. Soon his cock became harder than I'd ever felt it. A second later he growled ferociously and pulled quickly out of my mouth. He yanked my head back and started jerking his cock. He bared his teeth, grimaced, and hollered loudly as shots of cum fired from his cock and hit me in the face in rapid succession. I was dripping in only a few seconds. His thick semen filled my mouth, slid down my face, and plopped onto my breasts.
Josh just stood breathing hard, his cock still twitching in front of me and dribbling cum. I said tentatively, "Josh?" He looked down at me, once again with a blank face. Josh let go of my hair and reached for my arm. He pulled me up and pushed me forward onto the bed so that I was on my stomach with my feet on the floor and my ass in the air. Some of Josh's cum rubbed off my cheek and onto the cover as he pushed my face into it. Josh flipped up the skirt I was wearing and ripped my panties from me. He grabbed the globes of my ass and started massaging them. His cock was still hard and he moved it up and down my wet slit. My heart had started a bit when he ripped away my panties, but his cock rubbing slowly around my pussy was lulling me. I closed my eyes, moaned, and slowly wiggled my hips against him. I was shocked out of this when Josh parted the lips of my pussy with his thumbs and slammed his cock deep inside me.
I yelled partly from surprise but mostly from relief. He gave me no time to adjust; he gripped my hips, pulled back, and started fucking me with huge force. He was pounding at me so hard that a grunt was forced out of me on every exhalation. This time Josh was making plenty of noise; his grunts and moans and hard breaths mixed with my own. The feeling of his cock deep-diving and stretching my pussy was more intense than it had ever been before. His balls rhythmically bounced off my clit. The super sensitive tissues of my cunt gripped at him – though ineffectually because of how wet I was. I felt like I was being spanked by his powerful thighs and hips. There would likely be sore bruises where his fingers were gripping my hips later but I would cherish them as his marks.
Josh continued to jackhammer me into the bed for quite a bit. After a while, though I wouldn't have believed he could, he started moving even faster, going even deeper, growling even louder. My exclamations of pleasure increased accordingly. I slid a hand under me and rubbed hard at my clit. Soon I was on the very edge of what I anticipated being an explosively intense orgasm. Judging by Josh's increased zeal I figured he was approaching meltdown, too. I was right on both counts: I began shaking hard all throughout my body. The sounds coming from deep in my throat started rising in pitch. My pussy began clenching, causing a different tone in Josh's vocalizations. I arched my back and cried out one last time as the pleasure building in me peaked, sending smooth lightening shooting from between my legs throughout the rest of my body.
The orgasm moved through me for a long time, long enough so that I was still spasming when Josh shouted and pinned me to the bed again with his hips. He was gasping along with each forceful spurt of cum and jerk of his cock inside me. Suddenly he pulled out and grabbed me by my shoulder, whirling me around, and pushed me onto my knees again. I felt cum hitting me along my ass and sides as he turned me. Then his thick cum was flying into my face again, this time with what felt like more force than the last time. I wondered how his balls could contain so much semen (not that his balls were very small). Finally, after I lost count of how many shots had erupted from his cock, he groaned and rolled his head back on his neck. While he was recovering I was enjoying the taste and heat of his cum. I leaned forward and took his cock in my mouth, milking it of any remaining juices. He shuddered and gently pulled away from me after a couple seconds. He took a deep breath, rolled his head forward, and looked down at me.
Josh lowered to his knees in front of me. His face was open and full of sadness and vulnerability. He wiped away as much of his cum as he could with his hands. Josh paused and then requested humbly, "Shauna, please don't leave me."
Well. At least he said "please." |
19,529 | You Can't Spell Humiliate Without... | MarsBenway | NonConsent/Reluctance | 2018-08-07 | 2018-08-07 | 2022-01-01 15:48:01 | 1 | literotica.com | https://www.literotica.com/s/you-cant-spell-humiliate-without | Spanked and fucked by the one she hates the most. | ['Anal', 'Anal Creampie', 'Domination', 'Hard Fucking', 'Humiliation', 'Jeans', 'Make Cry', 'Non Consent', 'Reluctant', 'Spanking'] | 4.21 | It's late now and the lights have been dimmed and the music turned up so loud we have to shout to be heard. We're packed close, shoulders and thighs pressed together, twelve of us squeezed around a table that should seat six. Steve is opposite me, I made sure I sat as far away from him as I could.
We come here every Friday after work, it's become a ritual. Some stay for a quick drink, then head home to their families for the weekend, some of us stay out later than we should. Steve's talking to the new intern Alice. I can't hear what he's saying, but I'm sure its one of his boring stories we've all heard at least twice. I could go over there and rescue the poor girl, but then I'd have to talk to Steve.
Have you ever met someone you hate? Not someone you dislike, or someone who gets on your nerves, but someone you truly despise? I didn't think much of Steve when we first met at work, he looked like a generic middle-aged, office drone -- sensible short hair, chinos, blue button-down shirt, shiny brown leather shoes. But as I got to know him my feelings changed, and the more he talked the more I disliked him. Steve's everything I'm not, he's conservative and sexist and careful. He likes bland food and even blander music. He makes to-do lists and then actually does what's on them.
It could have stopped there though, we could have settled on mutual dislike and avoidance, but Steve didn't take the hint. He kept talking to me, he kept spewing his unwanted advice and his obnoxious opinions, everything from how climate change was a hoax, how the books I read were stupid, how liberal values were destroying society, even how my clothes weren't professional enough for the office. He didn't see how angry it made me, I'd end up shouting at him, but he'd just kept on -- like he thought I'd eventually agree with him if he just talked enough.
I came to loath Steve, I came to hate everything about him, the way he looks, the sound of his voice, I even hate the way he breathes -- loud and through his nose. Everybody at work could tell, I avoided Steve at all costs, and when I did have to speak to him I made no attempt to hide the disdain in my voice. I couldn't understand why Steve couldn't see it though, why he wouldn't leave me alone? I thought he was clueless, as dense as a neutron star, but later I found out that wasn't the case. I came to realise that Steve knew exactly how much I hated him, and that he understood something about me, that my hate gave him a particular kind of power over me.
Steve must have felt my eyes on him, as he turns away from Alice for a moment and looks over at me. I'm not fast enough and our eyes meet. Fuck. It's late and I'm drunk, I should have gone home hours ago. I have to leave now, I know how this will end if I don't and I promised myself I'd never let it happen again.
Steve gets up and heads towards the toilets and this is it, my chance to escape. I scrabble around on the floor for my bag. I can't find my coat and I'm starting to panic and I make everyone get up and Mark's sitting on it. I say some hurried goodbyes and head to the exit as fast as my heels will let me.
I shove the door open and step outside and the night air is cold but refreshing. I hear the door close behind me and the sounds of music and shouting are muted and I'm free. I can't wait to get home and get out of these shoes.
"You want to share a taxi with me?"
I freeze at the sound of his voice. I turn and see Steve standing off to my right. The bastard tricked me, he must have doubled back to the exit and then hid in the shadows. I glower at him. I give him the evilest of evil looks. "I don't think so." My voice is acid.
"Don't be stupid, I live so close to you, we can save money. C'mon." He steps towards me.
I back away but Steve moves quickly. He tries to put his arm through mine but I shrug him off. He puts his lumbering arm over my shoulders instead and I put my hands on his chest and shove but he's so much stronger than me. He pulls me close and turns me and suddenly I'm next to him and we're facing the same direction. I struggle, but it's no use, Steve begins to march me down the street.
Steve hails a taxi and bundles me into it before I can protest. I'm furious, my hands are shaking. Steve sits next to me and looks forwards, he doesn't meet my eyes. He's acting like this is perfectly normal, he makes inane small talk with the taxi driver. I should start screaming. I should claw his fucking eyes out. But I don't, I just sit there and stew in my fury.
Steve directs the taxi to my building. He gets out with me. "I can walk from here," he says. As if either of us believe it. "I'll see you to your door first though. Never let it be said that Steve Marshall isn't a gentleman." He puts his arm around me again and I try to shrug him off, but he squeezes my shoulder so hard it hurts and he drags me up the path to my building.
He positions my in front of my door and I'm not thinking straight and I don't know what to do so I dumbly take out my keys. My hands are shaking again and I can't seem to get my key in the lock. Steve takes it out of my hands without asking and opens the door himself. He shoves me inside and locks it behind us.
Steve kicks his shoes off and strolls around my apartment like he owns the place. The pale blue colour of his socks makes my skin crawl. He runs a finger along a shelf and tuts at the dust. He kicks at a pile of clothes on the floor. "How can you live like this? "He says. "Your place is a total mess, it's disgusting."
"It's not so bad." I meant to sound defiant but it comes out meek.
Steve walks out of the living room and into my kitchen. "My god Caitlin, its even worse in here," he calls to me. "You have days of dirty plates in here." I hear him open the fridge. "Jesus Christ." He comes back into the living room and he's shaking his head at me. "Is everything OK Catlin, is there anything you want to tell me?"
I hate him saying my name. "Fuck off Steve. I'm doing fine." I'm sounding defensive, even though I'm not. "You need to go."
Steve sits on the sofa and gives me that faux-caring look he knows I loathe. "Don't be too proud to ask for help Caitlin. Maybe you need some time off from work, huh? Some space to clear your head and clean your life up, and your apartment? I'm sure Mike would understand, I can ask him for you, if you like?"
I see red. If I was a cat my fur would be bristling. "How bloody dare you. How dare you come in here uninvited and judge me like this. I'm doing OK Steve, in fact I'm doing well. It might not look like it to you, but you're a stuck up, judgmental, tedious little prick." It feels good and I can't stop. "You haven't got a fucking clue Steve, you don't know how to live, you're so concerned about doing everything properly and about what everyone else thinks. You don't get it, so don't judge me, OK? You don't know anything about me."
"Oh don't I Caitlin?"
I hate the way he says it, like he's the adult and I'm the child. "Get out now Steve. Fuck off you dreary little wanker."
"You're being hysterical now Caitlin, please calm down, I'm just trying to help."
I know this is what Steve wants, but he says it in such a calm way it makes me so angry I can't help it. "Hysterical, you patronising twat. I'll fucking show you hysterical." I'm moving towards him as I shout. "You're a fucking prick, you know that right? You're a cunt." I'm standing over him now. I'm shaking. "You make me sick Steve, fucking sick. I..."
Steve jumps up off the sofa and grabs me in one motion. It takes me by surprise and I freeze for a second and make a stupid squeaking sound. He wraps his arms around me and lifts me into the air. I shriek and start kicking and wriggling but he holds me tight.
Steve drops back onto the sofa and holds me in his arms. He's squeezing me so hard I can't breathe properly. I keep wriggling and writhing but I can't break free. Steve pulls me across his legs and turns me face down I can't stop him. I try to bite him, I try to turn so I can spit in his face. He laughs at me like I'm father at a spoilt child who's acting out.
Steve loosens his grip and I try to roll off his legs, but he pins me down with one of his forearms. It feels like a steel bar across my back. He presses me down and I'm struggling to breathe again and I'm starting to feel dizzy.
I feel him grip one of my legs with his other hand and I shudder at his touch and I wriggle harder to escape. He's got my upper half trapped, but I squirm and kick my legs. My heart is racing and I'm breathing quickly and I'm starting to panic.
I feel Steve's hand on my legs again. He squeezes the back of my thighs like he's inspecting fruit at the local store, then the bastard runs his hand over the back of my jeans.
"Get the fuck off me, now!" I press my hands down and try and force myself up with all the strength I can muster. I feel Steve's arm on my back start to give. I'm doing it, I'm lifting my chest up, a bit more and I'll have room to roll, but then Steve laughs and slams me down again and that arm on my back feels immovable.
"Really Caitlin, you know I'm doing this for your own good, we both know you need it." He squeezes by bum through the back of my jeans and then he lifts his hand and brings it down hard and flat across my bottom. I yelp in surprise and from the sudden pain of it. Not again. This can't happen again. I kick and wriggle and scrabble like a trapped animal.
Steve slaps me again, ever harder this time, his hand feels like it's made from stone and pain radiates though my bottom. I squeal, I hate myself for making such a girly noise, but I can't help it.
Steve spanks me again and again. He does it fast. He rains strikes down upon my bottom. He slaps one cheek after the other. He puts everything into it and each slap is agony and I'm wriggling to try and avoid his hand but I've got nowhere to go, I'm at his mercy. I'm making high-pitched yelping noises and my face burns red from the shame of it.
I start to beg. It hurts so much and I'm helpless and I plead for Steve to let me go. But he ignores me. He spanks me harder and faster and I struggle and shout, but it makes no difference.
Steve spanks me over and over until I'm yelping and gasping. Pain spreads through my bottom until its one big mass of throbbing flesh. He keeps on though, he varies his timing and the location of his strikes to keep me guessing, like an experienced torturer. I know how much he's enjoying this.
Eventually Steve stops and I prey he's finished, that he'll judge this is punishment enough. I know he won't though. I feel a thumb hook under the back of my jeans. "Don't you fucking dare," I shout.
"You need this Caitlin, we both know it. I know you have to fight me, I know why, but I won't stop."
I know what comes next and I feel dread bloom in my gut.
Steve pushes my thighs open and he gets his hand down between my legs and under me before I can close them again. I can feel him fumbling with the buttons on the front of my jeans. I try to pull myself away from his fingers but he's too strong. I feel him take hold of the top button and then the waist of my jeans loosens as it pops open.
"Don't, please stop."
"We both know you need this Caitlin". I feel the second button on the front of my jeans give way. I kick and squirm but I feel the next button pop open, then the next.
Steve pulls his hand out from underneath me and grabs hold of the back of my jeans. They're tight, but he tugs hard and I feel them starting to slide down over my hips.
"Please stop." I'm begging again. "Please don't. Not this." My breath is coming so fast I'm close to hyperventilating.
Steve tugs hard again and my jeans come down another inch.
I have to stop this, I'm desperate, I'll do anything now. I reach back and try and get at his face with my fingernails. I wave my hand around and rake it over his chest but I can't reach his face so I dig them into his legs with both hands instead. I squeeze and press my fingers into his chinos as hard as I can and Steve grunts. It only spurs him on though. He heaves so hard on the back of my jeans it lifts me up.
I give it everything, I scratch and twist and shout, but I can't stop him yanking my jeans down. I feel them sliding over my bottom and I know he can see my knickers now. I picture him grinning down at me as he exposes my bottom.
Once my jeans clear the hump of my buttocks they come down easily. Steve tugs them down to my knees and then leaves them there. The ends of the legs are hanging over my feet and I can't kick them properly anymore, but I'm still trying, even though I know it must look ridiculous. My heart's beating so fast and the first sob escapes my lip.
Steve slaps me again and I jump at the shock of it. His hand lands half on my underwear and half on my skin and it burns like he's branded me. He slaps the other cheek and then he's off again, spanking me hard and fast.
It hurts so much I can't help screaming. The humiliation is worse though, the man I hate most in the world has me helpless and in such a position and he's punishing me like a child. I sob again. My bottom is on fire and I try to hold back the feeling in my chest but it rises up and bursts out of me and I start to cry.
Steve keeps spanking me mercilessly. My legs are tapped and I can't see properly as my eyes are full of tears and I can't stop yelping and screaming and I'm making such a shameful display of myself. It's all too much, I'm starting to lose control.
But then I feel Steve's hand slide into the back of my knickers and the fight comes back into me. I kick and writhe as hard as I can as Steve starts to grope my bottom, he squeezes each cheek and then he presses his fingertips between them and I burn with indignation. "No." I shout so loud one of my neighbours must surely hear and come to my aid.
"Yes Caitlin," he whispers. He pulls his hand out and takes hold of my underwear.
"Please no."
"You don't mean that Caitlin."
"Stop, please."
There's nothing I can do. Steve slips my knickers down over my bottom to join my jeans tangled around my knees.
My bottom is naked and presented to him now. I give one last, final surge of energy to try and escape, but it's useless, he has me, I'm his.
Steve pushes my thighs open and then he spreads my cheeks with his fingers. He's inspecting me like I'm an animal, and I know he can see everything, my cunt and my arsehole. All the fight goes out of me now and I give up, I'm done.
Steve laughs at me, then begins spanking me again and I cry and bury my face in the sofa.
The pain starts to feel different now though, it begins to radiate through my lower body and it's edged with pleasure. Steve strokes his fingertips over my burning bottom and I'm so sensitive it makes me shiver and I moan before I can stop myself.
Steve begins to alternate his slaps with the tickling strokes and I'm soon a total mess. I'm yelping and moaning and crying and my face must be streaked with makeup and tears. I find I raise my naked bottom towards his hand.
I've never felt such humiliation. I'm spread and open and I'm at Steve's mercy and I hate him so much. I raise my bottom higher and Steve starts spanking me so hard I gasp and shriek with each strike. I put a hand between my legs.
Steve laughs again as he realises I'm wanking myself for him. He knows he's got me now, he spanks me faster and faster and soon I'm shouting and shrieking and the tension is building within me. He's broken me now, I've lost all control, I'm sub-human, I'm an animal, I'm filth. I'll do whatever he wants, the more degrading the better, I want him to spit in my face and swear at me and fuck my arse.
No one else can do this to me, there's no one else I hate like this, no one who can humiliate me so perfectly. I picture Steve pissing on me and then the tension peaks and becomes unbearable and then it breaks and I come so hard my vision goes white. I writhe and squirm in his lap as he spanks me and I shout his name and come over and over.
Steve lets me finish, then he shoves me off his legs and onto the floor. I spin around and kneel at his feet. He gives me such a look of disgust that I gasp and it feels like I'm going to come again. I reach up and try to help him with his chinos but Steve scowls and slaps my hands away.
I gaze up at him as he undressed. His cock is thick and long and I reach up and grasp it and I'm desperate to get it into my mouth and I groan as he lets me. I suck him hard and I sink my head down onto him. I suppress a gag as I feel him in my throat. I want him to come in my mouth and on my face and in my hair. I'm so turned on I've got a hand back between my legs already.
Steve holds my head in his hands and begins to fuck my mouth. He presses his cock deep into me and I gag, but he keeps going. I try and suck him as best I can. Steve doesn't make a sound, he just watches me with a look of disdain on his face.
He pushes me away hard, I scramble to try and get his cock back in my mouth but he shoves me back again. He steps forwards and grabs me roughly and I yelp as he picks me up and throws me onto the sofa.
I try to grab his cock again but he takes hold of my waist and turns me over and pulls my bottom up. I tuck my legs under my body and drop my head and offer myself to him. Steve smacks my arse and I screech in pain and pleasure, I'm about to beg him to spank me again but I feel his cock against my cunt and I hold my breath.
Steve sinks himself into me all the way. My cunt spreads around his cock and I groan long and loud as he fills me. He pulls out and slams into me again and then he takes hold my hips and starts to fuck me hard. My face is pressed into the sofa and I can't breathe properly again I'm in heaven. I pull on my nipples and put my hand on my cunt but he's pounding me so fast I can't keep my finger on my clit.
Steve starts grunting now as he uses me. I feel him spread my arse cheeks and he spits between them and then he shoves his thumb into my arsehole. He starts twisting it inside my anus as he fucks me and my humiliation reaches a new low.
I'm close to coming again but I hold back as I listen to Steve's grunts get louder and more urgent. I take my hand off my cunt but the feel of him inside me is too much and the pleasure keeps building and I hover on the brink.
Steve pulls his cock and his thumb out of me and I cry out in confusion and disappointment, but he grabs my arse and pushes me hard down into the sofa. He spreads me open and then his cock is sliding into my arse and it burns with pain and then he moans and shudders and I know he's coming inside my rectum. I feel his cock twitching and pulsing inside my arse and this final touch of degradation sends me over the edge and we come together.
As soon as Steve's finished he pulls out and steps away. He turns his back to me as he dresses and I look away from him and close my eyes. I glow with pleasure and humiliation. My arse cheeks are throbbing and tender and I can feel his come dripping out of me.
I know tomorrow morning I'll be so disgusted with myself I'll be paralysed with depression all weekend, and I'll promise this will never happen again. I'll tell myself I'll never stoop so low. But humiliation is better than any drug, and nothing is more humiliating than being used by the one you hate the most. |
19,530 | You Can’t Do That To Me! | dirtyjoe69 | NonConsent/Reluctance | 2006-07-17 | 2006-07-17 | 2022-01-01 15:48:03 | 1 | literotica.com | https://www.literotica.com/s/you-can-t-do-that-to-me | Reluctant submissive enjoys her ravishment. | ['Blindfold', 'Blowjob', 'Bondage', 'Cunt', 'Oral', 'Retraints', 'Second Person Pov', 'Spanking'] | 3.57 | **You Can't Do That To Me;**
Well Maybe You Can!
I couldn't believe you wanted to do that to me! How dare you think I am some easy slut who is going to cater to your every whim and desire! It just isn't going to happen, NO WAY! NO HOW! You honestly think I am going to let you tie me up and have your way with me? Just sit there and suck that hard cock while I can't move. No matter how much you give me those puppy dog eyes I just won't do it.
You want me to put a blind fold on too? Are you sick in the head or something? How am I going to see what you are doing to me? I don't want to just lay there all strapped up; my arms tied to each post, my legs spread and not be able to see exactly what you are doing to me. How would you like it? Right I forgot wrong person to ask. You would love it! But I am not you and I am putting my foot down. Maybe I will let you tie me up but there is no way I am going to let you blind fold me!
I can't believe this; now you are telling me you are going to spank me? Are you fucking crazy? Here I am lying all tied up not being able to move. The feel of the leather straps so cold and sexy around my wrists and ankles, helpless to stop anything you do. My nipples poking out hard as diamonds calling to your mouth to take them, and you want to smack me now? I can't even see you with this blindfold on! All I can hear is your husky commanding voice that is sending shivers right to my wet and needy cunt. Just the bellow of your tone is making me almost orgasm alone.
You want what? What? Are you serious? I am trapped in these leather straps wearing a blindfold my ass all red from the hot spanking you just finished on my now tender bottom. I can still feel the warmth of the blows and you want to do that? Isn't my pussy wet enough for you already? When you lifted my legs to land your crop against my ample ass did you not see my dampness leaking out of my hot cunt? Did my moans not get you ready enough? Now you want to take your big hard cock and shove it in my mouth! The nerve of you is unconscionable! Here I am at your surrender, with my straining nipples and dripping wet snatch and you want me to suck on your beautiful pole!
Isn't all I have done for you already good enough? Wasn't that blow job good enough for you? Didn't you enjoy when I licked up and down your shaft? I know you must have liked my wet tongue as it swirled around your bulbous head! You can't lie to me I could taste your desire in my hungry mouth. I probably could have done a much better job but my hands and eyes were not available. Now you are licking my wet pussy, trying to get me to orgasm all over your talented tongue. You want me to give in to your pleasures and just spray all my sweet, sweet juice over your face? How selfish of you to think I want to even go there. Oh god yes! No I will not give in and shoot my cunt sap on your wanting tongue. Why are you burying your tongue so deep? Oh God! Now you are chewing on my clit!
Are you ever satisfied? I can't believe you want to take that wonderful cock and slide all of your nine inches of hardness in my tight sopping wet pussy. You think you would have been pleased by now. Tied up and at your will, hard nipples, wet pussy and you now want to slide your rod deep inside me! Wasn't eating my hot snatch fulfilling to you? Isn't just the sight of its swollenness all puffy and glistening sufficient? Now you are coming on top of me and sliding your magnificent rigid cock in my taut folds. Now you are filling me up beyond my capacity. And you think you can keep thrusting all your power into me. Just drive your cock in and out, in and out of my scorching box, like I am not even going to stop you! Have you lost all your marbles to think I am going to let you just piston that monster all the way in my yearning cunt? You can't do that to me...You can't do that to me...You can't do that to me....Oh god yes...YES...YES...YESSSSSSSS!!!!
Maybe you can! |
19,531 | You Dare | Lawless12 | NonConsent/Reluctance | 2002-01-17 | 2002-01-17 | 2022-01-01 15:48:04 | 1 | literotica.com | https://www.literotica.com/s/you-dare | Sylvia pushes him to the limit. | ['Asked Dare', 'Back Feel', 'Began Cum', 'Foot Bed', 'Gently Kissed', 'Grabbed Head', 'Hard Rock', 'Head Began', 'Head Opened', 'Previous Night'] | 4 | It all began innocently enough, a little flirtation now and then, nothing too serious. I guess you could say I always knew Sylvia had a dark side, but it was nothing to be alarmed with. Her husband was a nice enough guy, but they just didn't seem to go together. She was a green-eyed, red headed beauty and he was...well in a word plain. She was outgoing, friendly, and genuinely fun to be around; he was backward, shy and reserved.
Sylvia knew I missed home and would occasionally make a little goody for me. My absolute favorite was "Buckeyes" chocolate covered peanut butter balls. Our office had a little anniversary party and we all went to the bar to celebrate. All week long Sylvia complained that Doug was away for business and she was horny as hell! Jokingly, I suggested that she go to the local smut-hut and pick out a toy to help pass the time. To my pleasure, she informed me that she had all she needed at home.
Slowly our coworkers left one after another, but Sylvia and I continued to party. Shortly after the departure of the last of our cohorts, she excused herself to "powder her nose." When she returned, she had a cookie tin with a ribbon on it and a card. All the card said was "open if you dare..." She slid it across the table, with a look so sly that I just had to open it. The tin was filled with Buckeyes, layered nicely on wax paper; row on top of row.
"You dare," she asked.
"Of course I dare," I responded popping one in my mouth.
"You better be careful, I may have something extra in there," she warned with that smile again.
As the evening progressed we drank more, talked, laughed, and danced. Now instead of sitting on opposite sides of the table, she moved next to me, and fed me the Buckeyes. Each time she would hold it up, and ask "You dare?" With a drunken boldness, I would open my mouth and she would pop it in. Slowly the tin disappeared layer by layer. By now it was getting late, the bartender had made last call and folks were pairing up for the door. We both knew it was time to go, but neither of us were in any condition to drive so we hailed a taxi. It was at this point that I discovered that I was out of cash, but Sylvia came to my rescue.
"I'll loan you the cash, but we have to go to my house first, if you dare" she said mockingly.
"If you dare," I repeated warningly. By this time I was hornier than hell from our dancing and feeling that awesome body of hers. Up until now, I only fantasized about this woman, but now I wanted her for real!
We fell into the cab arm in arm, more for support we each kidded ourselves. All during the ride to her house she kept feeding me the Buckeyes with the same line "You dare?" When we arrived at her house she said she had to run in to get the money. She started to get out and stammered, "I-I need help walking. I'm more wasted than I knew!" Feeling chivalrous I got out and walked her to the door, opened it and went inside leaving the door open. We stumbled down the hall to the kitchen. She opened a jar full of dollar bills and handed me a handful, "Go pay for the cab, then come back in here, I'll make sure you get home."
YES! I thought to myself...you ol' dog you're in there for sure tonight. Hurriedly I walked out and paid the cab driver and strutted back in. As soon as I closed the door, she asked, "You dare?" There was a different tone now. As my eyes searched the unfamiliar surroundings for I nearly tripped on her shoes. They weren't there when I left, I thought. Slowly I walked down the hall peering into every corner looking for this Siren.
I found her lying on a huge bed. Leaning back on her elbows, dress nearly falling off her shoulder and a Buckeye resting on her inner thigh. I think for the first time, I truly wanted this woman and come hell or high water I was going to have her!
At 6' 4" I have yet to encounter a bed that couldn't easily climb into, but this one was high. The satin sheets and comforter only served to enhance my intoxicated induced awkward ascent. She laughed and again asked, "You dare?" Starting at her ankle, I licked a trail up her leg to, then past the Buckeye. Quickly she grabbed my head, "No, no. You're gonna eat it."
"That was my intent," I said coyly.
"No I mean this," and she put the Buckeye in my mouth.
Being so close, smelling her perfumed body, only served to further my drunken state. My head was spinning, and my ears were ringing. After what seemed an eternity, she pulled me on top of her and wrapped her arms around me and kissed me passionately. Her tongue darting in my mouth, as her fingers ran through my hair. Eagerly I returned her hungry kisses and thrust my tongue into her mouth. With each moment our passion grew, as did my cock. It was now becoming uncomfortable since my pants kept it pointing to my feet. I managed to break from her kiss and began to lick down her neck and behind her ear, while unbuttoning her dress front. Laying back she allowed me to work my way to the very last button.
I stood up on my knees and looked down at this fiery beauty, her dress splayed open exposing her sexy body, as she had nothing on underneath. Her breasts were large and firm, and her nipples jutted up proudly. Her mound was nearly shaved, except for a small row that seemed to point to her swollen lips. With my mouth watering I descended to her slightly parted legs. Gently I kissed all the way up her thigh across her flat tummy and down the little patch of lightly colored hair. I could easily smell her muskiness now and gently kissed those soft lips. She let out a little moan and spread her legs wider, giving me even greater access to her soft folds. I have eaten my fair share of pussy, but to this day it is the one I so often recall. It seemed that with every lick and kiss, she would squirm and grab my hair pulling me to her. As I kissed and swirled her clit with my tongue, I slipped two fingers into her steamy cunt. I began to slowly work them in and out of her and could feel her tensing. I knew her orgasm was building and soon would release, and I wanted to eat her even more.
With a near scream, "Ohhhhhh god...I'mmmm cumming" and she began to cum harder than I had ever witnessed. Convulsing, twisting, seemingly in agony but holding my head and grinding her pussy into my face. I began to realize I was no longer was in control; she was, and no one could deny her orgasm. I distinctly remember feeling as though I was being used--but who cares?
Like a woman possessed she sat up and flipped over on top of me, and began to ride my face making sure to use my nose to my chin. She straddled me and had my arms pinned under her legs, cutting off the blood supply to my hands. I could not lick fast enough or long enough to keep up with her juices. It was incredible, she was cumming again and again...and I didn't even have my belt loosened.
Afterwards she rolled off of me and eagerly began to undress me. Nearly ripping my belt loop off trying to get my pants off. She slid my pants off and said, "You're wet too," referring to a huge amount of precum that had soaked through my briefs.
"Isn't that uncomfortable? Having your cock restrained like that," she asked. Hardly waiting for an answer she bent down and began to suck the precum through my shorts! Never before had anyone given me head like this woman did. She eased my shorts off and my cock flapped up onto my belly.
"Oh my, I have missed a large cock for so long," was all she said as she eagerly engulfed my whole cock. Eagerly sucking and pumping it all the while playing with my balls. She again straddled my face in an incredible 69. I could tell she was ready to cum again, so I drove my tongue deep into her pussy, fucking her with my tongue. Moaning while sucking my cock, she started to cum which drove me over the edge. I shot my load down her throat and she never lost a drop. We were both spent, but lazily she reached over to the tin and lifted it to show me, the last layer had a note on top of it. It read, "Continue, only if you dare..." Reaching in I pulled it out, took a Buckeye and defiantly popped it into my mouth. She snuggled up against me and we both fell asleep.
"You dare," she whispered in my ear, not a question but rather a statement. Still groggy, the previous night was a blur, I struggled to wake myself up and recall the previous night. I remember reaching into the tin but thats about it. "You dare," she again whispered.
Have you ever had a moment when you realized all is not right? Mine was then. In an instant I realized several factors of this strange environment. The least of which was the fact I was blind folded, and my arms and legs were securely stretched to two of the corners of the bed. But all of the blood was rushing to my head as I realized I was on my stomach and there was a large pillow that had my ass propped up in the air. I felt as though I was still drunk, but not really the same. I have never taken any illegal drugs, hell I hate to even take cold medicine, but this was a different feeling...I was awake but I just couldn't work up the strength to care about anything--much less do anything about it. It was sort of like being in a dream.
I heard her again repeat, "You dare?" I raised my head and opened my mouth expecting another treat. What I got was a cock shoved into my mouth! Surprised, I instinctively pulled back only to feel a burning sensation rip apart my asshole and a weight bearing down on my back. I could feel her tits on my back as she leaned forward and said, "You dared."
"If you don't like the feel of this strap on dildo in your ass, then you'll suck that cock. Otherwise, I will fucking rape your ass while he watches. It's not that big, so it won't choke you."
I had never had anything shoved into my ass, and could not imagine enduring the pain. Slowly I inched my way forward easing my ass off of it's violating object. Two hands guided my head to a waiting cock. As it lightly touched my upper lip, I opened my mouth and I could taste the precum. I never sucked cock before nor since, but I oddly I found it exciting in some strange way. At first I just locked my lips around the head and swirled my tongue around it, which he enjoyed immensely.
"Thats not how you suck cock, here let me show you," she said almost playfully. She hoped down off the bed and pulled the blindfold off.
"Watch and learn." As my eyes adjusted to the morning light, I watched as she held his balls in one hand and sucked his cock like she had done to me just the night before.
"There now, you do it," she commanded. The look on my face must have made her realize I could not use my hands, because she just said "Oh yeah," and chuckled. "I'll help you," she said guiding his cock back to my mouth. Then grabbed my hair and began bobbing my head up and down on his cock, while she played with his balls. In the position that I was in, I could not see anything but his pubes and balls but I knew instinctively it was Doug. She was right; he did not have a big cock at all. After what seemed an eternity, his excitement grew. Holding both sides of my head he began to pump his cock in and out of my mouth and I knew he was going to come soon.
There was no way I was going to swallow this man's cum, no way at all. But soon he was slamming his cock deep into my mouth and held it there while he came. I could feel his cum on the back of my throat and tried to pull away, but couldn't. Sylvia was watching me intently and seemed to know I would spit it out. "You better swallow it all," she warned.
As he pulled out a string of spunk dripped from his cock onto the carpet. You would have thought he killed her cat. She was so pissed; she pushed him to the floor and for the first time I got a good look at her torture stake of a strap on. It seemed to be every bit of 12 inches long and as thick as a child's arm.
"What have I told you about keeping the floors clean," she screamed at him. "You are going to pay for that!" And with those words she rolled him over, pulled him to his knees and slid that monstrosity up his ass. She unmercifully ravaged his ass, slamming up against his ass cheeks repeatedly. I began to feel sorry for him as he whined and whimpered, soon he was crying "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, please forgive me!"
At this point I was beginning to really come out of my stupor and regain all of my senses--shit, she said swallow it all! A chill overcame me and I started to worry that my ass was next. In my awkward position, all I could really do was slide back and forth. My movements caught her attention.
"What are you trying to do? Leave? I don't think so." And with that she walked up to the bed, her "cock" swaying with every step. She stopped at the foot of the bed and I could see and smell his shit and blood on her sword. She knelt down until her face was in mine and sweetly said, "I told you to swallow all of it."
"You don't like the taste of Doug's come? It's not good enough for you? Well we will just see about that." And with that she slipped a noose over my head and around my throat. Pulling me to the very edge of the foot of the bed and fastened it. I now couldn't move any way without straggling myself.
She stood up and unfastened the straps, taking the strap on off. Placing it on the dresser. She walked over to Doug and lay down next to him and commanded, "Fuck me." I could tell, he was sore but he stood up and to my surprise was hard as a rock. He then mounted her and began to hump her in earnest. "I said fuck me! I can't feel it you needle dick bastard. You are gay aren't you Doug, you would rather fuck some guys mouth than your wife's pussy." After a long while, and a string of verbal abuse he came inside of her pussy.
"Get off me, get up on the bed and give me some room." He quickly jumped up and came over to the bed, untied the fastened end of my noose and climbed behind me, pulling me backwards. Sylvia then got up walked up to the foot of the bed climbed up and said, "now eat me like you did last night." I looked down at her pussy and could see his cum running out of her and looked back up at her.
"You saw what I did to his ass, do want the same?" HELL NO, I thought to myself and began to lick her clean. I was determined to make her cum to save my ass no matter what. It wasn't long before she started to moan loudly and grabbed my head to better control my tongue. Soon she was cumming like the previous night. My cock now was hard as a rock and aching for attention. In the heat of the moment I forgot Doug was behind me, but his cock too was turned on. I could feel the head of his cock sliding between my butt cheeks. And without warning he slid his narrow member up my ass. It was better than hers, I told myself and kept licking her to another orgasm.
"Doug, how is his ass, better than mine?"
"No dear, but it is tight."
"Do you want to cum in it?"
"Yes dear, very badly."
"Well go ahead then." With that, Doug was cumming again, in my ass. Sylvia was cumming again, too. But I was not so lucky. My cock was so hard it ached. Not even a reach around, those words went through my head as they both began to relax.
"Doug, since he sucked your cock, I want to see you suck his. After all, he has played nicely with us."
He slipped from my ass, and slid underneath me and began to devour my cock like a pro. She hopped down off the bed and walked behind me and began to play with my balls, licking and tugging on them. When she easily slipped a finger up my ass I began to cum like I had never before. Doug swallowed every bit of it.
"Doug, you can leave now, your flight is in two hours."
I heard her grab the tin and asked "You dare?" I lifted my head and opened my mouth for the last Buckeye, and before long I drifted off to sleep. |
19,532 | You Deserve This | justareader28 | NonConsent/Reluctance | 2019-12-05 | 2019-12-05 | 2022-01-01 15:48:06 | 1 | literotica.com | https://www.literotica.com/s/you-deserve-this | My dream man shows me my worth. | ['Bdsm', 'Casual Degradation', 'Cruel', 'Degradation', 'Facefuck', 'Mean', 'Mf', 'Mindfuck', 'Twisted Logic'] | 4.18 | I've never been beautiful. Some people have called me so sometimes. But I know they were only being nice. I know I'm not beautiful. Not ugly either, just not pretty, you know? Not someone people would stop to look at. Sometimes, when I dress up nicely and cover my face, I feel pretty. But deep down, I know I'm not. I have slightly flabby arms and my skin is a little pale. I have dark circles and old acne scars. Tons of other things too. But I've never felt less than because of that. I've never felt inferior. Until now.
I went to the Lounge every Friday because he came there some Fridays. I was desperate enough to go weekly just to watch him. Watch him dance, laugh with his friends, dance with a girl or sometimes leave the Lounge with one. That always put me in a sour mood. But then I'd go home and imagine myself being there, being with him, instead of that girl. I'd lie alone in my room, rubbing my clit furiously and think about all the lovely times we could have.
Of course, they were just fantasies. He was way out of my league. 6 feet tall, with beach blonde hair that fell over his forehead and a body that looked sculpted even covered with clothes, he looked like a swimwear model. So, I just went and took pleasure in watching him from afar. I never had enough confidence to approach a guy. The handful of sexual experiences I had were only because the guys came onto me. I had a boyfriend for a few months but he cheated on me and that was that. My pride never let me forgive him, even after he begged and apologized. Anyway, since I couldn't even talk to random guys, facing him, the guy in all my romantic fantasies since the last two years, was out of the question.
But I was in a depressing mood that night. After just being fired from my job, I had thought this guilty pleasure would be the only thing that could cheer me up. Unfortunately, it didn't. I got even more upset watching him and knowing I could never have him. So upset that I drank. And drank. And drank some more. While it wasn't enough for me to pass out right there, it was enough for me to let go of some of my inhibitions.
I said to myself, 'Just give it a try. What's the worst that could happen? He'll reject you. You can live with that.' With that in mind, I turned toward the bar. He was sitting there alone, waiting for his friends to arrive. He always came early. I know that because I ensured that I was always there before him.
Even with all the drinks, my heart was running a mile a minute. I was so nervous. He had a glass of whisky in front of him. With all the confidence I could muster, I went up right beside him and told the bartender, "Another glass for the gentleman. On me."
Quickly giving her the bill, I glanced at him. His eyebrows were raised. Then his eyes slowly went from my head to my toes and back again. I couldn't gauge his reaction. "Thank you," he said, with a tilt of his head. Even his voice was captivating to me. "I've seen you around. You like the Lounge a lot, huh?"
I don't. I hate it. It's too stuffy for me. "I do. The people that come here are usually very nice," I replied with what I hoped was a seductive smile, but am sure looked more like a grimace. I was too nervous. My palms were starting to sweat. He answered with a knowing smirk.
Lightly putting his hand on my waist, he nodded to the back gate, "You want to go out for a smoke?"
I hated cigarettes. Found them disgusting. "Sure, I'd love to." No way was I going to give up this opportunity.
He got up and started walking toward the door with me following right behind him, afraid that he would disappear. Afraid that this would all turn out to be my imagination. There was only one more girl outside. She was leaning right beside the door, smoking. He didn't stop. He kept walking toward the end of the lane. There was a dumpster there and he went and stood on the other side of it. It was radiating a slightly foul smell and I couldn't imagine why he'd choose this place but I didn't question him.
Leaning against the wall, his eyes assessed me again. There was no subtlety. He was checking me out and he was making it obvious too. That upped my confidence a little. So, when he said, "I've seen you watch me," I didn't completely turn into a blubbering mess. My cheeks reddened and I started fidgeting, but I wasn't at my worst yet. He smiled then. His thumb grazed my heated cheek. "You want to come to my place?"
YES YES YES "Sure, I'd love to," I squeaked. Looks like that is the only thing I could utter in his presence.
His fingers on the nape of my neck, his thumb grazed my lips. "You've seen the kind of girls I hang out with, right?" I had the sudden urge to lick his thumb. Afraid that I'll do something like that, I simply nodded. His fingers tightened slightly.
"Speak," although spoken softly, the sternness behind his word wasn't lost on me.
"Yes," I squeaked again, "they are very beautiful."
"They are. And you are...well, you are quite different from them. I've never taken someone like you home before."
"Someone like me?"
"Yeah, you know, someone not beautiful." My stomach plummeted. He said it so casually. Like he was just stating a fact.
"Oh" I didn't know what else to say. I could feel myself choking up. I didn't want to cry. Not here. Not in front of him.
"Hey hey, don't feel bad. I asked you to my place, didn't I?" He was right. He did. That calmed me a bit. "It's just that I like to be upfront. So, I want to know that you understand what's going to happen. We're going to my place to fuck. I'm going to fuck you. You get that, right?"
I nodded. His eyes cut to mine and I heard the silent command. "Yes, I know."
"Okay, so you know, since you're so...different from the girls I usually fuck, I thought we could just check if we're compatible or not before we waste anymore time, you know."
"I...uh...how?" He smiled again. His hand, now on my shoulder, pushed a little. I panicked. I knew what he wanted, but could I do it? Here and right now? My eyes quickly looked around. The girl wasn't there anymore. Besides, if I knelt, no one would be able to see me. We were only visible from the waist up at the moment. The dumpster was a good cover. But there was still no way I could do this, right? He saw my hesitance and removed his hand. I felt the loss in my bones. "Well, okay then," he said and shifted to move away.
"No!" I was panicking again, but for a different reason. "No, wait, please. You're right. You shouldn't be wasting your time like that."
He leaned back on the wall again, arms folded. "I'm glad we have an understanding." Then he raised his eyebrows. I knew what I had to do. And without his guidance this time. It would have been better if I had done it before itself. Now, it was all on me. I looked around again and knelt down before I lost my nerve. I looked up at him, waiting for him to make the next move. He freed one hand and gestured to his crotch. "Well?" He was losing his patience now. I could see that. My hand went to his belt and tugged. Button open. Zip down. I pulled his jeans toward me. The only thing separating us now was the thin cloth of his boxers. Not wanting to annoy him anymore, I tugged again. His semi erect cock jutted out. Looking at the cluster of pubes at the end, I knew I'd be picking out wiry blonde hair from my teeth later. His dick looked 7 inches or so but that wasn't what surprised me. It was how thick he was. I took a hold of it and my thumb and index finger couldn't meet. How was this going to fit in my mouth? Again, I glanced up at him and his expression was on the verge of boredom. Not wanting to waste this opportunity because of my prudishness, I leaned in and licked his head before I could think. He sighed. Happy that it was not a negative reaction at least, I licked his head completely, slowly trying to cover the rest of his dick with my tongue. When I reached a little past his middle, his hand dropped on my forehead, nudging slightly. I pulled back, but his fingers curled and grabbed the hair right above my forehead. My hand was still holding him. "Is this going to be a blow job or a hand job?" I let go and put them on my thighs, letting him guide me. He put my head back in front of his cock. My mouth was open, and he slowly pulled my face toward him. He was so gentle. I could do this. His other hand joined and he rested both of them on either side of my head, slowly guiding my face to take his cock in. It was more than halfway in now anyway.
"Look up." I did. "Do you want to control this? I don't mind. I just thought it'll be better if I took charge. Less chances of fucking this up that way, you know." I just stared. "So, you want me to let go" I quickly shook my head. No way. This was good. This way, I wouldn't have to make any decisions. He was right. This meant less chances of fucking up. "Use your words. I don't like when people don't respond properly. I'm not going to waste my time telling you again and again." We had only just started and he was already disappointed in me.
"Nnghh," I tried to speak with my mouth full of cock.
"Good girl," he caressed my hair and I felt at the top of the world. Then he thrust a little. His dick met my throat. I was going to gag. "Swallow". I did. He pulled back and pushed back in. This time I swallowed without being told and his dick went past my throat. Only a little, but better than before. We got into a rhythm then. He pulled, pushed, and I swallowed. Every time his cock went a little farther than before until I could feel his hair tickling my nose.
"Do you want me to teach you how to be better?"
"Ysghh"
"Alright. Swirl your tongue around. Yes, like that. Good. Now, I'm going to pull back and I need you to stick your tongue out, okay? Yes, like that." He thrust in completely again and I could taste his hairy balls. "Move your tongue. Cover as much as you can." I lapped like a thirsty woman. Nose pressed up to his hair, lips stretched obscenely, and tongue laving at his balls, I must have made a pretty picture because he smiled. "Alright. Better. But this is still too slow for my taste. My dick is going to sleep out of boredom this way." I lowered my eyes. His fingers tightened. "I do not like to repeat myself. Look up. Do you want to do this?"
I looked up instantly and another garbled 'Yes' came out of me.
"Then act like it. Your eyes should always be on my face," he said, and started moving my face back and forth again. Faster this time. It was more uncomfortable. Much more. But he was moaning deliciously and being uncomfortable was worth that. His pace increased. My jaw ached. My hands held on to his thighs. I was completely concentrated on controlling my gag reflex. He went harder and I felt his dick grow. Suddenly, he pulled me completely to himself, my nose flattened. I couldn't breathe. I tried to push away but he was lost in his ecstasy. I felt his cum down my throat and heard his groan, but I couldn't breathe and that made me panic. It made me pull away again, but he thrust in harder. I choked and his cum came out my nose and mouth. One last thrust and he wretched my face away. I took big gulps of breaths, panting like I'd just run a marathon. He was panting too. His hands still holding me by my hair, he said, "This would have been much better if you had controlled your breathing." I was still struggling to breathe, but what he said hurt more than the pain in my lungs. He sighed, "I don't have tissues on me. Do you mind?" He gestured toward the now satiated cock. I dove in, not wanting to disappoint him more. I licked his cock until it was shiny with my spit. Not sloppy though. Clean. I didn't stop after that either. What if I never got this chance again? What if he was done? I wanted to savor this moment. His hand pushed my forehead back. "Jeez, slow down." He pulled his boxer and jeans up. Me, still on my knees, cum covered face, looking up at him. "Clean your face." I looked around. How? "Ughh, get up." When I did, he grabbed the hem of my dress and pulled it up. All the way up to my face. After using it to wipe my face, he let go of it. It was tight and bunched up right under my tits now. "Come on. Let's go. I think if you really try, I could teach you to be a good fuck. It'll take a lot of effort though, I can see that," he said and started walking toward the parking.
"Uh...can I..uhhh" I gestured toward my dress.
He rolled his eyes. "Yes, of course, put your dress down. Do you want to get fucked by homeless men on the way?"
I fixed my dress and half jogged to him. He reached his car and got in the driver's side, after telling me to get in. Putting my seat belt on, I nervously waited for him to say something. He got out of the parking and onto the main road.
"Your tits look good in that dress." I smiled at him. "That was a compliment."
"I...thank you."
"Why don't you take them out so I can have a better look?" I didn't hesitate. I didn't think. I pulled my dress down. "Give the bra to me." I took it off and passed it to him. He threw it on the back seat and put his palm on my tit. Groping it. Weighing it. Then did the same with the other tit. "Not bad." He put his hand back on the wheel. We drove in silence to his house.
We passed my house on the way. I was surprised to find that he only lived two lanes away from me. He got out of the car and headed towards his door once we reached. I shrunk in myself and tried to follow him as fast as possible. My tits were still out but I didn't want to fix it without him telling me to. Once inside, he went and sat on the couch in front of the TV. Switching it on, he gestured to the floor at his feet. "Get rid of your clothes and come, sit." I thought of at least keeping my panties on but then changed my mind. No more fuck ups now. Just do like you're told. I knelt. He kept his right foot on my knee. "You want me to fuck you?"
"Yes."
"Keep the goods on show then, sweetie," he said, while nudging my knees apart.
"Okay."
His eyes flickered to the TV then, came back to my face, went to the TV again, and stayed there. Meanwhile, I knelt on the floor at his feet, my legs spread, and my eyes never straying from his face. He was watching a game. "Why don't you make yourself useful?" My hand immediately went to his jeans, wanting to pull them off. He jerked them away and made a disgusted sound. "No, thanks. I don't want to to go through that again. I'm thirsty. Get a beer from the kitchen." I stood and got the beer, kneeling down again after handing it to him. He ignored me for a while then. Concentrating on his game and his beer, never once looking at me. I know because my eyes stayed on his face the entire time.
Once his beer finished, he put it on the side table and got up, gesturing me to follow. We went to his room. He made me get on all fours on his bed and pushed my head down. My ass high, jutting out. "Have you ever gotten fucked before or are you one of those prudish virgins?"
"I have."
"You have, what? Respond properly. Use complete sentences. You make me say this again and you'd regret it"
"I have had sex before."
"So, you've gotten fucked before?"
"...Yes, I've gotten fucked before."
"How many men?"
"Four."
"Wow, that's a lot, huh. Kind of slutty of you." I remained silent. I guess he was right. What would I say to that anyway? His hand moved towards my pussy. Barely touching it. There, but still not there. "Why did they fuck you?"
"I don't understand."
"What's not to understand? Why do you think they fucked you? Let's start with the first boy. When was it? Why did he fuck you?"
"Um, we were 16 and it was the first time for both of us"
"Okay, so he wanted to lose his virginity. What about the second one?"
"He was a friend's brother. I'd just turned 18 and he had come home from college. We hooked up a few times during summer."
"This one wanted some fresh pussy. The next one?"
"I met him at a club and we spent the night together."
"Whew, you really are a slut, huh? Did you suck him off behind the dumpster too? Never-mind, don't answer that. This one just saw an easy cunt and grabbed the opportunity. Tell me about the last one."
"We dated in college."
"Are you still together?"
"No."
"Why did he break up with you?"
"I broke up with him. He cheated on me."
"Do you think it's his fault?"
"What?"
"Do you think it's his fault that he cheated on you? Shouldn't you take some responsibility? Maybe if he were getting what he wanted from you, he wouldn't have been looking elsewhere, right?"
"I...Maybe."
"Did he apologize?"
"Yes."
"Did you forgive him?"
"No."
"Why not?"
"I have too much self respect for that."
He huffed out a laugh. "What's my name?" I stayed quiet. I didn't know. "So, you sucked my cock off behind a dumpster in a dark alley, sat in my car with your tits out, and are now spread on my bed like a 2 dollar whore sharing all your sordid stories and you don't even know my name. Do you really want me to believe you have any kind of self respect?" I had silent tears falling off and I was sniffing now. My position hadn't changed though. I felt his cock at my entrance. He was rubbing it over my pussy. I could feel the weird texture of the condom. "Do you want me to fuck your cunt?"
"Yes." He stilled. "Yes, I want you to fuck my cunt," I corrected quickly.
"Where are you manners? What do you say when you're asking someone for something?"
"...Please, I want you to fuck my cunt." He thrust in so quickly and completely that it would have hurt if I wasn't sopping wet. One of his hands grabbed the side of my hip and the other took hold of my hair, using it as a rein for his grip. I was so turned on, I could combust right there. My hand slipped under me, reaching my clit. He stopped.
"What are you doing?"
"I...uh...I'm just, I was only rubbing myself."
"That's disgusting. My cock is literally going limp right now." He grabbed my hand and pulled it back. "Give me your other hand as well." Taking both, he put them together, holding them with one hand at my lower back. His other hand still in my hair, he started fucking again. "Don't ever do that again. Watching that was gross. You're lucky I'm a patient man otherwise I would have kicked you out right then and there." One touch. One little touch and I could have cum. I just needed one touch on my clit. "There's no friction. Your cunt is really loose." He flipped me over and put my legs over my head. "Hold your legs. Let me see if this angle helps. God, this is even worse. At least I didn't have to look at your face before. Get on all fours again." I did and waited for him to pound into me again, but he didn't. Instead, I felt a cool liquid in my butt crack. "Have you ever had anal before?"
"No. Never."
"Well, you're going to now."
"You're too thick. I don't think I'd be able to take it."
"Well, I've already fucked your mouth and your cunt can't get me off. It's either this or we can say goodbye right away. What do you say? What's it going to be?"
"Yes."
"Yes, you want me to fuck your ass?"
"Yes, I want you to fuck my ass...please."
"Good girl." He spread the cool liquid and I felt his tip at my entrance, rubbing up and down. "I'm going to take your virginity, love. Isn't that romantic?" He pushed in a little. I cried. It hurt. It felt like burning. "Oh hush, you'll wake the neighbors up. Then what am I going to tell them? I'll have to show them why you were making such a noise then." I bit my lip but couldn't control the whimpers. "Oh, now you're overdoing it. I've barely got the head in. You just need to relax and it'll all be better."
"It hurts."
He pushed on my lower back. He was more than halfway in now. I could feel our thighs touching. "No, it doesn't. You just think it does. Stop being bratty. I'm telling you, my head isn't even completely in yet and you're already making such a ruckus."
"I'm sorry. I'm trying, but - "
"Well, try harder. It's not a big deal. Girls like you take it up the ass all the time. How else are you going to keep a guy's attention? Your asshole makes up for your lack of beauty and intelligence. I'm just trying to make you better. Do you want me to stop?"
"No."
"So, you want me to keep fucking your ass?"
"Yes, I want you to keep fucking my ass, please."
"Alright. But I've gotta go faster now and you gotta take it like a big girl. I don't want anymore whining, okay?"
"Okay."
He grabbed my hips and thrust harder. I took the pillow from my side and bit on it to avoid making any noise. His thrusting grew erratic and suddenly he pushed sharply and grunted. His large body rested on me, dwarfing me. After a while, he pulled out, his cock head coming out creating a burning sensation again. "Oh wow, I swear, your gaping asshole is the hottest thing about you. You should get a picture of it and get it framed. Should I take one?" I would have panicked if I weren't so concentrated on my pain. "Oh, never mind. Maybe next time. Where's your phone?" He walked outside the room, leaving me there like that. When he came back, the condom was off and he had my phone with him. "I have your number now. You know your way home from here?"
"Yes."
"Well, what are you waiting for then? We're done. I'll call you next Friday."
"Okay." I got up and limped outside to put my clothes on.
"Leave the panties. And don't wear any undergarments the next time," he said, switching the TV on.
"Okay." I got dressed and moved toward the door. "You'll call me next week?"
He flicked his gaze away from the TV, annoyed. "If I feel like it. Lock the door on your way out."
"Okay," I said and after one last look at him, left his house. From there I walked the two lanes to my place. Immediately getting on the bed after reaching home, I rubbed myself furiously, thinking of our time together. I had never cummed as hard as I did that night. My post-orgasmic sleep consisted of thoughts of him and I could hear myself wishing for him to call me again. |
19,533 | You Dirty Whore | teen_rookie | NonConsent/Reluctance | 2002-10-13 | 2002-10-15 | 2022-01-01 15:48:06 | 2 | literotica.com | https://www.literotica.com/s/you-dirty-whore | 1. He has to punish his little angel. 2. Little angel recieves more punishment. | ['Blind Fold', 'Bra Thong', 'Dirty Whore', 'Envelope Pictures', 'Fucking Man', 'Make Fucking', 'Nick Make', 'Open Envelope', 'Sex Store', 'Shouted Loud'] | 3.31 | My name is Nick and my girl friend’s name is Kelly and she means the world to me. I’m very much in love with her and worships her in every way. She’s so beautiful and her body seems like it was moulded by god himself to perfection.
Her eyes are a very sexy blue that makes my heart melt every time I look into them. She has straight silky blond hair that rest seductively on her shoulders. She has full sweet sexy lips that are soooooooo good to kiss.
Her breast are large 32 CC size, very round and succulent with neat nipples that are tender to the slightest touch. Her pussy is smoothly shaven and is always scented with peaches from the bubble bath she likes to use.
For an eighteen year old she keeps her body in perfect shape, her stomach is flat and her waist is very slender. To sum it up she’s a beautiful goddess sent to me by god.
As you can see I know that my babe is quite a fox, I’ve seen how guys look at her with so much lust and desire, wishing they could fuck my little angel. I just smile to myself thinking how lucky I am to have her.
Kelly is very good to me and knows how to please me especially when making love. She could make me cum by just flashing those baby blue’s at me sending shivers through my spine. It is true Kelly is my love and she would never betray me or so I thought.
Until I came home early one evening, I opened the front door, hanged up my coat and called out for my angel. “Babe u home” no answer, I wonder where she could be. I went to the kitchen and got myself a beer and sat down to watch a video until my angel got home.
I started looking through our collection of videos when I noticed some mail on top of the TV. I sifted through the mail and found most of them were bills etc for one. It’s a large envelope of some kind addressed to me but there’s no forward address. Mmmmmm “ I wonder who this is from” I said out loud.
I better open it, it could be important, I sat down took a sip of my beer and started to open the envelope. It contained a letter and another envelope, I decided to read the letter first before opening the other envelope. I don’t recognise the hand writing, guess it’s not any one I know. I started to read It said:
Dear Whoreeeeeee Lover
Your girlfriend is nothing but a cheap whoreeeeeee trying to break up my marriage. I have two kids with my husband, how do you think they’ll feel to find out there daddy is fucking some teenage slut while mommies at work.
I want that bitch to stay away from my husband. Please Keep Your Dirty Whoreeeeeee Girl Friend Away From My Fucking Husband, I Won’t Put Up With Her Fucking My Man Any More, If She Doesn’t Keep Away From Him I Will Have To Deal With This Myself So I Suggest You Take Care Of It.
P.S There Are Some Pictures Enclosed In The Other Envelope Of Your Bitch whoreeeeeee being Fucked by my husband. There are even some of her Sucking his dick and getting fucked in the ass.
Yours Sincerely
Angry Wife
I couldn’t believe what I had just read, I was devastated, I slowly open the other envelope. Oh My Goddddd!!!!!!!! I shouted out loud. “ How Could She”, I was in total shock. There were pictures of my angel fucking some guy old enough to be her father.
Some were of her sucking his cock and some were of her being fucked in the ass, “ What The Hell” She never lets me fuck her in the ass she always says she doesn’t want anything up her most private hole. I was furious, My eyes filled with anger and rage.
This was my angel, my queen, my goddess, my world, my reason for living being fucked in every hole by some guy as old as her father. “Damn It” I thought she loved me, I thought she would never betray, I thought she would only be mine to fuck and love but here she was fucking some old man, having him fuck her ass.
“How Dare Her Fucking Betray Me Like This” I shouted anger evident in my voice. My eyes turned stone cold, harden by what I have just seen. I lay back in the sofa sipping my beer thinking how I would confront my little angel who has now turned into a Dirty Whore.
I thought things out, I had to put an end to this Sluttish behaviour so I decided to take a ride to the nearest sex store in my area and get some supplies to assist me in teaching my little angel who I so dearly love a valid lesson. I got into my car and drove to the nearest sex store and got the things I needed.
When I reached back home it was 8:30 pm and my angels car was in the drive way. I got out the car with my bag of supplies and went in side. When I went in, there she was my little angel asleep on the sofa. “She looks so peaceful laying there all precious“, I thought.
Then anger came over me and every image of her with that old man just flashed through my mind. I had to teach this Dirty Whore a lesson there was no way I was going to let my little angel be a whore any more.
You Bitch! I shouted out loud, unable to hold my anger back. Kelly jumped up out of the sofa. “Nick” Babeeeeee What’s wrong, her eyes showed such innocence, that made me even more furious. What’s wrong, What’s wrong, I’ll show you what’s wrong. I through the envelope with the pictures over to her.
“Look at them” I said, she opened the envelope and took out the pictures. Immediately guilt and sorrow showed on her face as she looked at the pictures. She hung her head in shame and tears started to flow down her face.
“I’m sorry” she whispered, “Why did you do it Kelly” I shouted at her. “I don’t know” her head hung further in shame. “You don’t know, What the Fuck do you mean you don’t know. “Look at the pictures” what the hell are you doing in those pictures. “having sex with another guy” she whispers as she looks up at me for a short glimpse.
“You were doing more than that Bitch” I grabbed her by the arm. I suddenly thought “Damn my dick feel’s harder than it has ever been, she looks so damn good in that sexy tight short skirt and her breast look so firm under that tight top ” Then I shouted “Tell me in more detail what you were doing with that guy and talk dirty like the whore you are”.
“I, I, I was fucking a married man old enough to be my father” she stammered out. “ Yeah and you were sucking his dick and you let him fuck you in the ass”. “You have never ever let me fuck you in the ass” but here you were letting some old man fuck you there”. “ What’s wrong with you” I thought you love me, rage in my voice. “I do Nick, I really do, I just made a mistake” she screamed out.
“Yeah a fucking big one” I shouted and pushed her on to the sofa. Nick!!!!!!! What are you doing? I’m gonna teach you a lesson you dirty little whore! I replied.” What do you mean? “ Listen slut I’m going to punish you and if you love me you’ll go along with what ever I say besides you have no choice in the fucking matter so just take your punishment and don’t make this any fucking worst than it’s already gonna be.
“Oh Nick pleaseeeeee, I’m very sorry, don’t make me have to prove my love for you, I know I did wrong, babe it was a mistake and I promise that I would never betray you again. “That’s not good enough bitch, you betrayed me and denied me the right of fucking your ass while you let an old man do it.
“Take off all your clothes Bitch and don’t make me have to wait” she hesitated then quickly obeyed and started by pulling her shirt over her head, then she removed her skirt.
“Your fucking bra and thong too” and hurry up, I got even angrier. She hastily took her bra and thong off, her eye’s almost over flowing with tears. “God her pussy, ass and boobs look right for the taking, wonderful”. I whispered to my self.
She started begging again “ Oh Pleaseeeeee Nick” Please what!!!!!!!! just stop fussing and don’t make me anymore angry. “Now undress me and make it fast” she quickly ran over to me stopping to stare deep in to my eyes making my heart fill with affection but I wasn’t gonna back down.
“What are you waiting for!!!!!!!!! get going” She jumped in surprise at the tone of my voice and immediately started to unbutton my shirt, her hands shaking with fear as she took out one hand at a time and threw the shirt to the floor.
She undid my pants zipper and pulled my pants down along with my boxers, I lifted one foot at a time so she could remove it completely. My dick shot out right away and hit her in the face all 9 inches of it, smearing a little bit of precum on it. She looked at me with wide open eyes filled with fear, lust and shock at how hard my cock was.
What are you looking at you slut!!!!!!! “Ummmmmmm” Your soooooooo hard!!!!!, she hesitated. Yeah so what, you made my fucking dick this hard, I said with my eye’s showing fury. I quickly opened my bag of supplies that I got from the local sex store earlier and took out a gag, a blind fold and a pair of hang cuffs.
“What are you going to do with those Nick” she said, more tears leaking down her precious face. “Come here Whore” I held her by the hand and snapped the handcuffs on before she could put up a fight. I decided not to gag her, I changed my mind, I want to hear her screams of pain, pleasure and discomfort like the whore she has become.
“Oh nick the hand cuffs are too tight, it hurts.” Owwwwwwwww the moaning sounds of her protest. I ignored her and continued by tying the blind fold over her eyes and behind her head, that made her protest more.
“Owwwwwwwww my wrist! Nick please take them off or at least make them less tight. “No” I am not going to make this easy for you! You want to be a Whore, your going to be treated like one”.
I sat down on the sofa and pulled her over my lap holding her up positioning her pussy over my now throbbing dick feeling the heat between our sexes. “Nick what are you, Bang!!!!!!!!!! Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh, Shitttttttttttttt” Damnnnnnnnn! I roughly slammed her onto my dick before she could finish her sentence, filling her pussy at once with all of my cock feeling it penetrate her womb, tears streamed down her face because of the pressure , she was hysterical.
I was excited even more seeing how much pain she felt with her pussy so full of my cock. “Raise yourself on up and down my fuck pole you bitch and do it right”. “Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh Jesus Nick! I can’t do that, it hurts too much, I can’t move. “ Do it now slut I’m getting very inpatient with you!
She tried to lift her self up then lower her self on my iron hard cock but couldn’t. I roughly lift her up and took my dick out of her already sore cunt then pushed her to the floor. “You really make me so fucking mad bitch!!!!!!” I yelled. She just laid there on the floor crying.
“Sniff sniff sniff! I’m sorry Nick I didn’t mean to make you mad but my pussy is soooooooo sore because you forced your dick into me so hard and fast and I wasn‘t expecting it. She sobbed” “You Whore I don’t care if it hurts you, you hurt me far worst when you betrayed me, so take your fucking punishment” I spat the words at her.
I tried to harden my heart not letting her see my sorrow for causing her pain, I felt so sorry for her pain, her pussy lips look painfully red and swollen, “Oh my little angel, why did you have to become such a whore” I said as I caressed her beautiful face as her tears kept coming, leaking through her blind fold.
“She replied, I didn’t mean to become a whore Nick”. I know, Don’t worry! you won’t be a whore any more after I’ve finished with you. “Get up” I shouted, lay over my lap, she quickly followed my instructions as I guided her over me. I then went back into my bag of tricks and took out a paddle and started rubbing it all over her ass.
What are you doing? she sounded alarmed. “ I’m gonna give you a spanking until you cum all over my dick for being a dirty whore. “Nick!!!!!!!!! Smackkkkkkkkkk I hit her firm ass with the paddle, immediately her ass turned red. Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh, Smackkkkk, Smackkkkk, Smackkkkk , Smackkkkk. I rained blows on her sweet behind over and over counting in my mind, ten, eleven, twelve.
Oh Jesusssssssssssss, Owwwwwwwwwwwwwwww Smackkkkk, Smackkkkk, Smackkkkk, she kept screaming, her screams echoing though the room. I rained more blows on her slut behind Smackkkkk , Smackkkkk , Smackkkkk , Smackkkkk , Smackkkkk, “What’s that” I thought, she’s cummin. Her body rocked from side to side as her orgasm came over her sending her over the edge with her screams, Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh, Goddddddddddddddddd I’m Cummmmmmmmmmmmin.
Smackkkkk, Smackkkkk , Smackkkkk I kept spanking her as she came, She shook violently as her orgasm exploded, over and over again, until she stopped moving. “Kelly” no answer, she’s passed out. The bitch passed out, “What a whore she is”, how could she cum from me spanking her, she’s never cum so hard before, well not so that she would pass out like she has now.
“ She looks so hot just laying there across my lap. I think I’ll let her rest for a while at least until I’m ready to continue the rest of her punishment after all I don’t want to be too hard on her, she is my little angel.
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19,534 | You Forced Her | Ashson | NonConsent/Reluctance | 2019-10-06 | 2019-10-06 | 2022-01-01 15:48:08 | 1 | literotica.com | https://www.literotica.com/s/you-forced-her | She accused him of rape. He explained what forced means. | ['Bondage', 'Daughter', 'Garage', 'Mother', 'Neighbor', 'Younger Woman'] | 4.13 | I was home alone, my mother having gone out to a party or something. Bedtime rolled around and I went and got ready for bed. I'd switched off my lights and was about to get into bed when the lights in the house next to us went on. Both our house and the house next door were built very close to our common boundary, meaning that there was only about six feet between our walls.
Seeing that light go on I moved over to the window and slipped my curtains to the side, finding I had a clear view of the room opposite. There were no curtains or blinds drawn so I could see the room quite clearly. I could also see Jerry, the man next door, getting undressed.
He was standing in the middle of the room and I could see him quite clearly. He stripped off his top clothes, sat on the bed, and took off his shoes. That done he stripped off his trousers and jocks and he was standing there naked. It was true I only had a side view but that was sufficient to let me see that he had an erection. It was sticking way out and it looked enormous, even from this distance. I shuddered to think what it would look like up close and personal.
While I watched he reached out and then he was drawing a woman closer to him. Her back was to me so I couldn't tell who it was but I was sure I knew her, so I continued watching. She just stood there, letting Jerry undress her, apparently lifting her arms at his request, and lifting her feet when he wanted to take off her shoes and under-things.
From what I could see the woman had quite a neat figure. I couldn't see her breasts, of course, but the rear view wasn't bad. Her bum was every bit as good as mine.
I could tell from the way Jerry's arms were moving about that he was feeling her up, playing with both her breasts and her pussy. I know, I should have gone to bed and ignored what was going on, but that nagging sense of familiarity was irritating me.
Next thing I know she sinks down onto her knees, hand reaching for his cock, and then her head was bent forward, starting to bob up and down. For god's sake, she was giving him a blow job right there. Didn't they have the sense to close the curtains?
His hands are clutching at her head and his face showed his appreciation of her attentions. Finally I heard him say something to her and she rose back to her feet and it was Jerry's turn to kneel down. His face was promptly buried in her groin and I guessed that she was now getting a little bit of oral sex.
I was feeling really embarrassed and ready to turn away and if it wasn't for that insufferable curiosity as to who the woman was I'd have done so. Jerry in his turn rose to his feet and pointed at the bed, saying something. The woman promptly turned and bent over the bed, legs spread wide, and I nearly had a heart attack.
No wonder I'd thought the woman was familiar from the back view. It was the sheer unexpectedness of her being in Jerry's bedroom that had prevented me from recognising her from behind. That was my mother over there and even as I was coming to that realisation Jerry was lining up and sticking his cock into my mother.
I just watched in a state of shock as he reached around her to play with her breasts while his cock started bouncing in and out of her. I was further shocked to see her bottom was rising and falling as though she was actually helping him.
Maybe I was a trifle sensitive but I didn't like his style, either. He seemed to just ram his cock in hard before slowly withdrawing, pausing, and then giving another powerful thrust. Geez, you'd think he'd set up a nice rhythm so she could at least enjoy this horrendous assault.
He suddenly pulled right out and jumped up on the bed, lying on his back, cock sticking up. He patted his hip, saying something, and then my mother climbed onto the bed and straddled him. She sank down onto him and started bouncing, rising up and down on his blasted weenie. He must have threatened her to make her do that.
While she bounced his hands were all over her breasts again, handling her atrociously. It was plain you can't trust men if they make your mother do things like this. What really annoyed me was the length of time he'd been playing. I mean, blow job, then ravishing her from behind, now forcing her to bounce on top of him, he'd been going for over ten minutes and showed no sign of stopping.
I suddenly noticed that my mother wasn't bouncing on him anymore. Yes, she was still straddling him, probably having no choice, but now she was just rocking back and forth. I stopped to consider what that would mean, momentarily putting myself in a similar situation (but not with Jerry) and decided that the rocking would mean that his cock was still sliding back and forth inside her, just at a gentler pace.
It turned out that wasn't good enough for Jerry. He reached up and pulled her flush against him and then rolled over, taking her under him. After that it was obviously the worst kind of rape. He was bouncing up and down on my poor mother at a frantic pace while all she could do was cling to him and suffer this indignity.
Once again he seemed to be able to just keep going. Did he have testicles transplanted from a bull or something? He certainly had a cock that I thought was stolen from a horse. Finally he seemed to let loose, his back arching, while my mother's legs flew into the air and then slowly settled back down.
The pair of them just lay there for a while and then my mother rolled off the bed and started scraping her clothes together. Jerry just lay back, watching her, and then he said something. My mother just shook her head and jerked a thumb in the direction of our house. Yeah, you tell him. You're going home, away from his lustful ways. She went into another room and came out a while later, fully dressed. She departed, Jerry escorting her out, still naked. What a sleaze.
I hastily hopped into bed. There was no way I was going to embarrass her when she arrived home from that sleaze's place. I would never mention what I'd seen. Never.
I had a somewhat restless night (who could blame me?), rose early (for a Saturday) and decided to do a little shopping therapy. That worked a treat and I was in a much happier mood when I returned home -- Right up to the time I was walking past Jerry's house and heard the music blasting out of the garage.
Jerry's current hobby was doing up what he called a vintage MG, a masterpiece of mechanical genius that some idiot let go to wrack and ruin. He was bringing it back to the perfection it was supposed to be.
Just hearing him there brought back the memory of what he'd been doing to my poor mother and I resolved then and there to give him a piece of my mind.
I stalked down to the garage and barged in through the side door, seeing the main doors were closed. His radio was right next to the door and I promptly hit the off switch and silence fell. Jerry popped up from wherever he'd been working looking towards the radio, probably wondering what had happened.
"Oh, hi, Sonya," he said, as though he was a reasonable person instead of a disgusting pig.
"Don't you hi, Sonya me, you disgusting animal," I yelled at him. "I saw what you were forcing my mother to do last night. It seems you're an exhibitionist as well as a chauvinist pig. How someone with morals as low as yours can dare to walk in the light of the day is beyond me. You should be cowering under a rock like other nasty insects."
He looked startled at the start of my little lecture, then amused, and finally a little irritated. He tried to break in several times but I wasn't listening to anything he said, just rolling along and cutting his character and morals to ribbons. I noticed him looking around the garage and he suddenly walked over to some shelves and took down a piece of rope. He crossed back to stand in front of me, waving the coil of rope from side to side.
For a moment I shut up confused, looking at the rope.
"What -" I began and that was all I had time for.
He grabbed my wrist and wrapped the end of the rope around it and then grabbed my other wrist and ditto, and just like that I had my wrists tied together.
"What do you think you're doing?" I yelled at him and he just gave me a nasty smile.
"I feel it's expedient to demonstrate the difference between voluntary and forced," he said, reaching out to turn the radio back on, the music promptly blasting out.
He had this big frame that he used for hoisting heavy things. It was like two letter 'A's with the points of the 'A's being joined by a long bar. The other end of the rope went over that bar and he pulled on it lifting my arms up into the air. They weren't lifted very high, barely higher than my head, but I wasn't going anywhere while I was like that.
"What the fuck are you doing?" I demanded. "Untie me, and I mean now!"
"Don't change the subject," he told me. "We were going to discuss the difference between voluntary and forced. Now I claim that whatever may or may not have happened between your mother and me was voluntary on both our parts. Now, because you're tied up and have no choice, anything that happens between you and me will be forced on your part but voluntary on mine."
"Nothing is going to happen," I quickly pointed out.
"This is," he said, and started pulling my top things out from where they were tucked into my slacks. Once my things were free he just kept right on pushing them up, all the way up until they were bunched up above my breasts, my bra on display. Not for long as he also pushed that up, forcing my breasts to flatten themselves as the bra scraped over them, finally having them pop free, standing out very nicely.
I must have been looking horrified as he winked at me.
"Don't worry. I'm not going to touch them. Yet."
That yet did not fill me with confidence.
"You know, you have very nice breasts," he said in a musing voice. "I think I'll change my mind on that touching."
Despite my protests his hands were all over my breasts. My god, a doctor doing a detailed breasts examination wouldn't have touched them that much. Then I gave an even more outraged protest when he bent his head and started sucking on them, his tongue and teeth finding each nipple in turn and teasing them until they were erect.
"Now where were we?" he asked, standing back to look me over. "Ah, that's right."
With that he started undoing the fastenings to my slacks while I yelled at him. Fat lot of good that did me. Fastenings undone he just pushed my slacks and panties down, leaving me naked from breasts to waist.
"You have some very nice curves here," he said, his hand stroking my mons and dipping down and between my legs. "All nice and smooth and just naturally drawing the eye. Certainly a sight like this is worth remembering."
I was now both horrified and scandalised when he backed off a few steps, whipped out his phone, and took a picture. He looked at it and nodded in satisfaction.
"Very nice," he said. "Very nice indeed. What do you think?"
He help up his phone and showed me the photo and if I'd been the fainting type I would have. That photo was pornographic to say the least. My groin, my breasts, and, worst of all, my face, were displayed in detail.
"You delete that," I yelled at him and he laughed.
"This phone has a great camera," he told me. "Look how you can zoom in on a picture."
He flicked the screen a couple of times and then turned to show me the result. You can guess what part of the photo the filthy swine had chosen to zoom in on. My face must have been a burning blazon of embarrassment.
"Anyway," he said, putting the phone away, "this is all very well and good but we haven't really reached a point where I can start forcing you. Maybe we'd better get a move on with that."
"What do you call this if it's not forcing me," I cried, waving my tied hands about.
"Preliminaries," he said, his hand rubbing against my mons. "How about we get you a little worked up. You'll excuse me, I hope, for not going oral, but I suspect that if I tried I might get a knee to the face. I'll just restrict myself to being a Handy Andy."
With that he started touching me. His hands went everywhere, stroking and pressing. He slipped his hand between my legs, touching me really intimately, parting my lips and letting his fingers slide inside. Then he moved around behind mem, his hand sliding over my bottom and back between my legs, working on me from that direction.
I squalled and protested and told him precisely what I thought of his morals. He suddenly stopped touching me.
"Ah, Sonya, you said all that earlier, when you first came in," he pointed out. "I'm just going along with what you seem to expect."
I spluttered a bit, trying to deny that I expected anything from him and he just smirked at me.
He took a step back while I just glowered at him, and then I froze, watching as he undid his trousers. They slid down and, oh my god, his erection was just as big as I thought it would be.
"Wh-what are you going to do with that?" I demanded, and for a moment I thought he'd burst into hysterical laughter.
"Guess," he said, reaching down and pushing my slacks and panties further down. "Now I want you to bend forward as much as you can."
"How can I do that? I'm tied up, remember?"
"Oh, I think you'll manage," he said. "You've got enough slack to allow you to bend forward quite nicely, so shuffle your feet apart a little more and bend over."
I reluctantly shuffled my feet further apart and bent forward a little. It was more a case of pushing my bottom out a little rather than actually bending. It turned out that Jerry was not impressed. He expressed this by delivering a stinging spank to my bottom.
"Do better," he said, and I did better, managing to lean forward somewhat, bottom still stuck out behind me.
Jerry stood behind me and started rubbing me intimately once more. Then he stopped and I could feel his cock starting to press against me. My eyes were open wide and I was wailing no and his cock just started pushing its way into me.
His cock had looked big when I saw in through the window. It had looked even bigger when I saw it just now, up close and personal. Feeling it push down my passage it felt absolutely enormous, and I protested the entire time he was sticking it in me.
His cock seemed to finally settle into place, his groin rubbing against my bottom, his hands reaching around me to cover my breasts.
"So, Sonya, do you now understand what being forced means?" he asked me, seeming to be genuinely curious.
"Yes," I yelled. "I understand. You can take it out now."
"Take it out?" he asked in a surprised voice. "Are you mad? Why on earth would I take it out at this point? We've barely gotten started. I'll tell you what, I'll give you a chance later to say whether you want me to stop or not."
Oh my, how generous of him. I didn't trust that statement in the slightest.
Preliminaries over he started fucking me in earnest. He didn't go into over- drive or anything like that but set up a pleasant rhythm and started working on me. His hands were rubbing my breasts in time to the way his cock was massaging me internally and, bit by bit, he was starting to get to me, my body reacting with pleasure to his agitating of it.
I was rocking on my feet slightly, pushing back against him every time he thrust into me, finding myself adjusting to the size of his cock the more he used it on me. At first it had been a too tight fullness but now, while still filling me, it seemed more the right size. I was breathing hard, bouncing against him, wondering how long this would last.
The answer to that turned out to be a damned sight longer than I expected. He kept going and going, with each stroke arousing me a little bit more. When he eventually picked up the pace a little I knew that it wouldn't be too long until the end and I was anticipating it, ready for it, knowing it would be something wonderful.
"Ah, Sonya," he said, "I was going to give you a chance to call a halt, remember? Do you want to call it quits now?"
I didn't have a chance to think about the import of the question. I just reacted automatically. Quit now, when I was so close to a climax? Was he insane?
I was screaming, "No, don't you dare stop," relieved to find him continuing. More than continuing, he was picking up the pace once more, driving me rapidly towards the finish line.
I wound up having a glorious climax, almost biting my tongue in my effort not to scream my fool head off. I came down from it shuddering and shaking, to find Jerry was holding me against him, my arms by my sides, the ties having been undone.
I struggled to tidy up my clothes while he calmly did up his trousers and laughed at me. Well, let's see him laugh off a rape accusation.
"That was rape," I told him. "You're in so much trouble now."
He didn't even stop laughing while he whipped out his phone. He pressed something and the phone started speaking.
"Ah, Sonya, I was going to give you a chance to call a halt, remember? Do you want to call it quits now?"
"No, don't you dare stop,"
"Um, that sounds like me asking and you agreeing," Jerry pointed out.
I just gaped at him in surprise.
"But, I didn't say that. That's not what happened."
But it was I realised. He'd set me up and I'd responded without thinking. I was seriously going to have to kill him, I really was.
"I have to assure you that your mother was quite willing last night. It occurs to that as she was willing, and you've just demonstrated that you're willing, why don't you suggest to her that the three of us get together for a while. Maybe she can teach you a few things."
I just looked at him, turned, and walked away, blushing. How could he possibly suggest such a thing? A worse thought intruded. What would happen if he came over and suggested the same thing to my mother?
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19,535 | You Get What You Pay For | DontJudgeMe | NonConsent/Reluctance | 2018-10-02 | 2018-10-02 | 2022-01-01 15:48:10 | 1 | literotica.com | https://www.literotica.com/s/you-get-what-you-pay-for-1 | Guy hires a pro to play his obnoxious stepmom. | ['Acting', 'Begging', 'Cheating', 'Dominance', 'Forced', 'Hooker', 'Money', 'Overpowered', 'Stepmom', 'Submission'] | 4.07 | This was a bad idea. Tina knew that even as she rang the doorbell. Hell, even Mrs. Conway knew it but that hadn't stopped her from sending Tina to this dirty apartment-building. Waiting for the catastrophe that was sure to happen once she got inside, she fiddled with the ugly, mud-brown dress with the silly white polka-dots she had bought for the occasion. Considering how she usually wore a coat covering a skimpy dress, designed to show off her curvy body and to be removed easily, the hideous housewife-dress made her feel incredibly uncomfortable.
Finally, the door was flung open and a twenty-something guy looked at her appraisingly. He gave her a quick up-and-down look before sneering, "whaddaywant... mom?"
"I'm not your mother," Tina replied aloof and strode past him, as if she owned the place. He closed the door behind her, and she turned to him, remembering her line, "And I've come for the money you owe your father. He may think you're good for it but I know better. Hand it over before you spend it on drinks and whores," she said and couldn't help but think _like you're doing right now._
"That's none of your business, _Mindy_! That's between me and dad!" he exclaimed -- quite believably, actually. Almost like he'd had this conversation with his real stepmother.
"When I married him, it became my business!" Tina hissed, feeling quite unreal. Right now she was being paid to have an argument about money -- how absurd was that? "Now, hand it over! All of it!"
"Alright, alright, don't get your panties in a twist," he muttered and handed her a wad of money he pulled from his pocket, "it's all there, I haven't even had time to spend any of it."
"My panties are none of your damn business," she sneered as she accepted the notes. She did a quick count and found 500 dollars, the agreed-upon amount. She slid her oversized bag down to the floor, opened it, found her ugly, pink wallet and put the money into it before putting it back into the bag and zipping it closed.
"Fine," she snapped, "and now the bottle of scotch -- I know it was you who took it!"
"Okay, okay!" he said and held his palms out in surrender, "come on in, and I'll get it for you."
"Better be quick," Tina said in that clipped tone of voice she had decided her Mindy-character used and followed him down a hallway, "I have an appointment in twenty minutes."
"Sure, sure," he said with a wolfish smile. Tina knew what was coming next and braced herself as she stepped into his bedroom. The room was untidy with clothes strewn on the floor and the bed unmade.
"Why..." she began but in the same he spun around, grabbed her and threw her on the bed,
"Au!" she cried as he jumped atop of her and pinned her down with his body, "what the hell are you-?"
"Shut up, bitch!" he snarled into her face, "I'm fucking tired of you and your nagging! Now," his hand pulled her dress up around her waist, baring her black panties, "I'm gonna find out why the fuck dad married a bitch like you."
"No! Jason, no! Stop it!" she cried and tried to get out from under him. She struck him on the shoulder but he just grinned and grabbed her wrist. Using his greater strength and the leverage of his position he easily pinned them over her head with his right hand, leaving the left free to explore her defenceless body.
"Shit, I knew you had great tits!" he laughed when he felt her large, soft mounds through the flimsy dress.
"Get off me! Jason, STOP!" she tried again and raised her leg to kick him. Laughing, he slid in between her now-spread legs, his groin on hers. She could easily feel his hard dick against her, and it frightened her. All instincts told her to fight, to scratch, to hurt him and get away, and she had to remind herself again and again that this was the plan. That he wanted a fight but she shouldn't overdo it.
"Please..." she begged feebly and he let go off her hands but only go grab a solid hold of the neckline of her dress and tear it apart. The weak fabric surrendered with a skreeech! and her black, satin bra was revealed.
"Jason, please. I won't tell anyone!" she pleaded and tried to cover herself with her hands. With a grip further down the dress, he tore it again, getting a full view of her flat stomach and with a final skreeech! the dress was torn from top to bottom.
"Fucking nice!" he grunted approvingly, ignoring the hands that tried to cover her bust and panties.
"Let me go. Please..." she whimpered. It had all gone so fast, and she didn't even know if she was acting anymore.
"Listen here, slut," he growled and grabbed her by the throat, "I'm gonna have some fun with you. If you don't piss me off too bad, you can leave after that..."
Panic set in as the pressure on her throat constricted the air-flow, and she forgot about modesty and tried to pry his hands off her neck. As her face turned red, he eased off the pressure a bit but in turn reached down and yanked so hard at her panties that the elastic broke around her left thigh. With an evil grin, he shifted his grip a little and tore the panties to shreds, leaving her pussy naked and unprotected.
"Very nice, Mindy," he chuckled as his hand caressed her carefully-groomed landing strip on her otherwise hairless pussy while she still tried to pry his other hand off her throat.
"Jason, please, your father's gonna be so mad..." she tried again.
"Like he's gonna care if his son plays around with his slut?" Jason asked doubtfully, "and it's not like you don't want this. Your cunt's dripping wet!" He effortlessly slid a finger into Tina's generously pre-lubed pussy to prove his point.
"Jason!" she gasped at his invading finger. Once again, she tried to push him off and close her legs but in vain.
He let go of her throat and instead pulled her bra-cups down below her large tits, one after the other, while still fingering her wet slit. The massive hooters with the smallish pink nipples stood proud, and he couldn't keep his hand off them, caressing them and playing with them.
"Please..." she pleaded again and tried to protect herself from his greedy fingers but he slapped her hands away. He let go off her pussy and pinched each nipple -- hard.
"I'm gonna fuck you now, Mindy," he said and savagely twisted her nipples, making her cry out, "and I don't care if you enjoy it or not. But... a slut like you? I can't imagine you won't..."
He opened his pants, pulled them a bit down and revealed an unmistakable bulge in his black boxers. He noticed her eyes on it and grinned at her.
"Yeah, it's all for you!" he winked and reached out to the night-table where a condom was waiting for him. Without giving her a chance to get up or even cover up, he pulled his boxers down and his prick appeared. During her career, Tina had seen many, many dicks, and she found nothing special about this one. It wasn't huge, nor was it small. Not thick nor thin. Still, she was here to earn money, not to admire the male reproductive organ.
"Please, please, Jason," she tried, her nipples still aching painfully, "it's too big..."
"Don't worry, Mindy-dear, we'll make it fit," he assured he as he pulled the condom on. Not completely sure if she was acting now, Tina did one last attempt to get out from under him, rolling to her right. She almost got away, but he grabbed her arm and pulled her back on her back.
"That's enough of your shit!" he snarled and slapped her. Her cheek exploded in pain and she fell back, crying out.
Raising his hand for another blow, he shouted at her, "Are you done now, you little cunt?!"
"Yes, yes, I'm sorry, Jason! Please don't hurt me," she cried and shielded her face with her arms.
"Fucking bitch," he muttered while lining his still-hard cock up with her pussy, "acting like you don't want it when your pussy is drooling on me..."
Finally, with no more interruptions, he could sink his iron-hard dick into her. She was warm and tight, much tighter than he had expected, and it felt great!
"Jason!" she gasped, "no, no! Pull it out, it's too big!" She wiggled around, trying to get away from him but his weight was holding her down and in place.
"I'm not even all the way in," he grinned, awfully pleased with himself. Pulling out slightly, he slid in even further, expanding her delicious tunnel with a satisfied sigh. Her cunt-muscles squeezed him expertly, though she kept pretending to fight him.
"Please! You're too big!" she pleaded but he was hardly paying attention to her anymore. In and out, in and out, his dick went, until finally he buried himself to the hilt.
"Ahhhh..." he exclaimed happily, feeling the wonderful pussy all around him. Even through the rubber, she felt amazing! Whether she said so or not, her cunt was doing her best to make him feel welcome.
"See?" he said, "I knew I'd fit!" With that, he started fucking her for real -- small rapid thrust that gave him a protesting moan for everyone but also felt really good. He looked triumphantly down at the sexy woman beneath him, her torn clothes and pained expression spurring him on. She felt amazing! The way her cunt squeezed him was out of this world. He reached out and grabbed her tit, mauling it like it was the first one he'd ever felt, without slowing his relentless assault between her thighs.
"Jason, please!" she gasped, "let me-let me go! Ah! No, please..." she tried and even made a weak attempt to slide away but he easily held her in place. As if to teach her a lesson, he attacked her with a series of fast, hard thrusts into her, making her cry out again and again.
"Please! Uhh! Jason, uuuh! Please..." she begged but gradually there was less and less protest in her voice. Rather, acceptance, like she had to object but knew it didn't matter.
"God, you feel good, cunt," he growled and pulled all the way out, just to hammer forcefully into her, regrettably letting go of her boob to get better leverage. She responded with a loud "oh!" and it actually didn't sound like she minded all that much. Again, he pulled out and thrust into her defenceless pussy.
"God!" she gasped as he forced himself into her, filling her completely, "you're so much bigger than your father!" However, it didn't sound like a complaint anymore. Her hands were on her tits, playing with her nipples, and, as Jason continued fucking her, she didn't try to shy away from his dick anymore. Instead, she gently met his thrust, letting him as far into her as possible.
"I knew... you were a slut!" he gloated in between hammering his full length into her, "just can't... resist cock... can you?"
"Ooooh, noooo..." she objected, "I'm... uh...! I'm not... a..." she never finished the sentence as she seemed lose her train of thought to the onslaught between her legs.
"Oh no?" he wondered, "still want me... to stop?"
"I... don't..." she gasped, "oh God, I'm so close! Please!"
He grinned happily and, while stilled fucking her, he leant down to kiss the arousing, older woman. She didn't respond at first but finally opened her mouth and let his tongue into her mouth - which he took full advantage of her and frenched her for all he was worth.
God, this was hot! She was so sexy, and the way she had surrendered to him was mind-blowing. He grabbed her wrists and pinned them over her head, and it gave him a nice feeling of control as well as better leverage for the fucking.
She easily allowed him to take her hands -- after all, he was taking _her_ so what did her hands really mean right now? - and when he took his mouth off hers, she moaned louder and louder as he continued to fuck her relentlessly.
"Ja... son... Ohhh... Mhm!" she gasped and he sped up a little, only too eager to hear more.
"Oh GOD yes!" she cried in response, "oh fuck me! Fuck me! Fuck me! FUCK ME!" Faster and faster he did just that, and soon she was out of control.
"GOOOOD! JASON, FUCK ME!! YEEESSS!!" her entire body convulsed beneath him in orgasmic bliss as her attacker kept fucking her tight pussy.
"Fucking yeah!" he groaned loudly, "cum, you bitch! You like my fat cock, huh slut? Better than dad's, huh? Better than dad's?!"
"YES! Fuck yes, Jason! So... Much... Better! Oooohhh!" she cried and sent him over the edge too, making him fire his sperm into the rubber.
"Fuck! Fuck! FUCK!" he gasped and thrust into her with all his might, again and again as hard as he could.
Finally, he let go of her hands and collapsed atop of her, and for a long while they just lay there, catching their breaths.
"Wow," he muttered.
"Uh-huh," she agreed, and he rolled off her.
"That was," she admitted after a little while and scooted closer to him, "amazing."
"Yeah?" he grinned and looked down at her.
"So much better than your father," she smiled with a little love-struck smile and kissed his chest lovingly, "I've never been fucked like that." His proud smile lit up the room and she kissed him again, flickering a nipple with her tongue.
"You like big cock, huh?" he teased her.
"I looove big cock," she answered and reached up to kiss his lips. At the same time, her hands found his spent dick, still encased in its rubber-prison, slick with her juices.
"I hope your big guy is ready for another round... soon," she whispered into his mouth while caressing the big guy in question with her delicate fingers.
"Really?" he asked, though it came as no surprise -- after all, he had paid for a second round.
"Mhm-huh," she agreed, "can't go home to your dad's little willy without feeling this big... strong... dick in me again."
Her words made it twitch a little as she kept fondling it.
"I think you gotta help it a little, then," he smiled and she nodded her agreement and slid down his long body, planting little kisses along the way. When she reached his groin, she quickly slid the condom off and with expertise born of experience, she quickly tied it in a knot, sealing the white cream on the inside. Then she nonchalant flung it to the floor and focused on his shrivelling dick.
"I need you to grow big and make me cum again," she told it earnestly and slowly kissed it, "I need you to make me scream as you fuck me like I've never been fucked before." Kissing, licking and a little sucking, and she soon felt it rise a bit.
"Yes, like that," she breathed and took all of it in her mouth, her tongue playing with its sensitive spots.
"Ahh..." Jason sighed and she felt it harden a little more.
"Yes, like that," she whispered to it after pulling it out of her mouth, "mommy needs you to get big and hard for her. Mommy needs a good, hard fucking!" This was so much easier -- acting like a horny sex-addict came much easier to her than the reluctant victim, and there should be no more need for hitting. Now, she just needed to bring him off again, and she was home free.
Jason groaned in his throat and grabbed a hold of her hair and pushed her down on his cock again. Obediently, she took his semi-hard dick in her mouth and sucked it. She bobbed her head up and down, up and down its length, pleasuring it with her lips and tongue. It didn't take more than a few minutes before she was rewarded by a resurgent hard-on that was too big for her mouth and had to go into her throat when she went all the way down.
"You got another condom?" she asked in-between sucks.
"Yeah, yeah, in a minute," he nodded, enjoying her mouth far too much to stop now. She blew him a kiss and swallowed his dick again, making him sigh in pleasure as she forced her lips down to his pelvis.
"God, you're a good cock-sucker, Mindy," he told her and she looked up at him, mouth full of cock and winked at him. He let her continue for a little while until he reached out to his night-table, opened the drawer and found another condom -- still with his dick buried in the sucking slut's mouth.
"Here," he said and handed it to her. She wasted no time in getting it on and then she swung her lovely leg over him, pointed his cock straight up at her cunt and lowered herself down upon it.
"Oooooh yeah..." she sighed as she was slowly penetrated once again, "yes, that's what I need. Biiiig... faaaat... coooock..."
"Shit, Mindy," he gasped as her tight cunt enveloped him, "Oh God, you're good. Such a good fuck..."
"Oh yeah, oh yeah," she moaned, "oh fuck, why aren't your dad so big?! Oh, fuck..."
Reaching his pelvis, she began riding him, sliding up and down on his stiff pole, her cunt doing its best to squeeze the cum out of him.
She took his hands and placed them on her hooters with the question: "You like big tits?"
"Oh fuck, I do!" he answered and mauled her impressive boobs, his fingers quickly grabbing her nipples, "I fucking love your big tits, Mindy!"
"Yeah? Kiss them then!" she sighed and bent forwards, pressing her huge cans against his face. They were wonderful -- large and firm, and with no hesitation, he kissed first one then the other. Then his lips too found her stiff, little nipples and latched one to one, sucking it in between his teeth. Her response was a loud moan, and she sped up in her hips, fucking him faster and harder.
"Oooh, yeah," she sighed when he shifted from one nipple to the other, and used his teeth, biting the poor, defenceless nubbin. Spurred on by her response, he bit harder, making her cry out in pained desire. Her pain spurred him on, and he grabbed her by the hips and started hammering up into her, while still biting down on her nipple.
"Oh! Oh! Oh! Yes, fuck me! Fuck me! Oh God, you're soooo biiiig!" she cried, "I love your cock, I love your cock, I love your FUCKING COCK!"
"Yeah, fucking take it! Take it, you slut! I always knew you were a whore for big dick!" he gasped and finally let go of her nipple and she immediately sat up straight, still riding his dick, bringing her breasts out of reach of his sharp teeth.
"Oh Yeah! Yes, I am! Fuck me with that fucking big! Fuck your slut, I'm your slut now!" she gasped and groped her tits -- though more gently than he had. When she told him that she was his now, she could feel his response through her body as he sped up, pistoning his dick in out of her.
"Yeah, you like having your own slut? Huh? Your step-mom-slut? Oh, fuck, you're so much better than your dad!" she gasped and met his every thrust with her own.
"Ahhh!" he groaned and his eyes seemed to lose focus. She needed to fake her orgasm soon, if he was to get his money worth...
"Oh yeah! Oh yeah! Oh, fuck me, I'm cumming! I'm cumming! Oh yes, make Mommy cum! Oh, please! Oh fuck, oh fuck, OH FUCK!" she cried and convulsed around his dick, just as he grunted loudly again.
"Oh fuck, Mindy! Take my cock, take it, you filthy whore! Oh shiiiit!"
One last, hard thrust up into the whore's cunt and he emptied himself out into the condom with final, loud grunt.
With his orgasm safely in the bag, she collapsed atop of him, acting totally spent, and for a few minutes, they stayed like that, getting their breaths back.
"So, ehm... I'd better head back. To your dad," Tina said carefully as she disengaged from her customer, his now-flaccid dick slid out of her as she crawled off him and stood up and put her boobs back into her bra.
"Oh. Eh, yeah," he muttered.
"This was... fun," she said as she picked up her torn dress and located her ruined panties, "maybe we could do it again sometime..." Mrs. Conway's Customer-service: always let the customer know you'd be up for more.
"Yeah, maybe," he answered dismissively from the bed and she left the room, carrying her ravaged clothes. In the hallway, she found her bag and pulled out the extra panties, skirt and top she'd brought. Slipping them on, she opened the door, called out "bye!" and left the apartment. All in all, it had gone a lot better than expected. Her nipples still hurt as did her cheek but in an hour or so, she'd be as good as new.
While Tina left the building, rubbing her sore cheek, Jason lay in his bedroom, replaying the event again and again. It had been mindblowing, and he was certain he was gonna do it again. That power, that awesome feeling of dominance as he had slapped her around and simply owned her had been beyond his imagination.
However, why should he need to spend his money on sluts like Tina. There were lots of chicks out there who needed a firm hand like his, and even though the whore had been paid, she had certainly liked it nonetheless.
The real Mindy would too, he was sure. He should invite her over sometime. Sometime soon...
The End
_This was just a piece of smut that I have had rattling around in my head and finally managed to get out. Hope you enjoyed it -- and if you did, please let me know. :)_ |
19,536 | You Have Drifted Off to Sleep... | JPlayfully | NonConsent/Reluctance | 2011-05-26 | 2011-05-26 | 2022-01-01 15:48:11 | 1 | literotica.com | https://www.literotica.com/s/you-have-drifted-off-to-sleep | Sexual Fantasy of pleasurable home invasion (female to male). | ['Bondage', 'Fantasy', 'Invasion', 'Second Person Pov', 'Submission', 'Teasing'] | 4.48 | You have drifted off to sleep and are having restless dreams because you are slightly obsessed with fantasies you've been sharing with someone you've never met. Somewhere in your subconscious, you hear the sound of a door opening in your apartment, but your hind brain doesn't feel threatened and you continue to doze...
I slowly and carefully open the door, my dancer's feet making no sound as I glide across the floor. I silently open up my bag and pull out the things I need, then move across to your bed and gingerly lift up the covers, just enough to find your hand. You stir and I lean gently toward your ear, whispering softly, "It's ok, John, you're safe, it's just a dream. Go back to sleep," and you do as you are told.
I gently and carefully tie a restraint onto your hand and slowly pull your hand up to the bed post and tie it securely. You are definitely awake now and start to look up and say something, but in that instant, I have your other hand and am tying it up to the other post. You are looking a little wild-eyed, still groggy from sleep, when you see my smiling face and realize that it's all part of our fantasy, and you relax.
"Hello," I say, with a sly smile on my face, "It's very nice to meet you. I've been looking forward to this for a long time."
I slowly begin a strip-tease in front of you, removing my coat, one button at a time, revealing the large round curve of my breasts. I am wearing a skirt, which I leave on, but take off my blouse. Underneath is a very sexy top with many ties, barely covering my breasts. I pull up my skirt to show you my black lace panties and turn around to show off the curve of my ass, then slowly pull the panties off and pull the skirt back down. I take off my shoes and pull down the covers of your bed, revealing your long, beautiful cock, very hard now and throbbing slightly.
I get on the bed and straddle you. You can feel the strength of my legs holding yours down as I reach forward and put a gag on your mouth. You resist. You are very strong, but your arms are bound and my strength holds you down just enough to accomplish my task. Then I proceed by slowly rubbing the wetness of my pussy along your legs, up to your balls, along the shaft of your cock, just to the tip of it. Pausing there, panting, aching for it, and then slide myself back down. Then I pull myself up to be able to reach your fingers, tied up to the bed. I take each one in my mouth and suck them lovingly, putting them deep into my mouth and then replacing them with another. Then I slide my tongue along your hand, then down your arm, biting gently as I go, as I reach your neck, you shiver and moan. I delight in the sound and take time to bury my face in your neck, biting, sucking (but not too long), loving the heat from your blood there.
I repeat the procedure with your other hand and then once at your neck, take time to gorge (figuratively) at your throat. I give you a beautiful smile and check that you are still ok, and then proceed to kiss, suck, lick and nibble my way down your chest to your nipples. I stop there, circling the outside of one, then the other. You writhe with pleasure and another moan escapes through the gag. Then I take each nipple in my mouth and put it between my teeth, biting at first gently, then a little harder, feeling the effect of this by the increased engorgement of your cock and the heat of your body and the tossing of your head. Mmmmmmm......
Now I'm ready to proceed. I move down your belly, stopping at your navel to push my tongue inside the depression there, then continuing down to the tip of your cock. I stop once, licking the pre-cum off the head, pushing the tip of my tongue into the depression and opening there and then moving off and going around your genitals, sensing your frustration and smiling at the feeling of power I have, with you helpless to resist. I look up to see if you are all right, and then I proceed to tease you mercilessly, coming closer and closer to your cock and balls but never touching; biting and licking your inner thighs. Mmmmm.... You are writhing again, moaning and shaking, and I sense it is time to take a different course of action.
I go back to your face and take off the gag. I kiss your lips tenderly, then plunge my tongue deep into your mouth and find your tongue, sucking on it. So delicious! Then I go back to your beautiful cock, holding it with one hand, so long, so stiff, so warm, and proceed to lick the head like a child licking a delicious ice cream cone. I hear your voice now, sighing, gasping, moaning, and it sends me into the depths of passion.
I suddenly slide your entire cock into my mouth, plunging it deep into my throat, then come up for air and do it again. You gasp and cry out. Then I lift your legs up and out, exposing your sweet ass bud and slide myself up so that my cunt, now dripping with juice, can meet it. I lift your ass a little higher, and with one hand, spread my lips wide and press myself up against your ass, shuddering with desire. You feel my wetness and then feel me spreading my juice all over your balls and your sweet ass, covering you with slippery heat.
I then get off and proceed to lick you all around your bud, tasting my sweet, tangy juice and pressing my tongue into the opening, gently at first and then more insistently. You moan and groan and shake. You've been wanting this for a very long time. I slide a finger up to your bud, and press it against the opening, feeling you open a little wider, then a little more.
I am beside myself with desire and I ask you, "Do you want more? Do you want to feel it deeper inside you?"
You groan and say "Yessss, Oh God, Yessss",
and, with a little more of my juice, which is flowing copiously from my hot cunt, I slide my finger as far as it can go up your ass. You shudder and gasp.
I'm not ready to 'take you' completely yet. My cunt is aching for your cock. I slide myself up to it, pressing the head against my hard clit, then circling it at the entrance to my cunt. I slide your cock further into me, groaning with pleasure, squeezing you with my cunt muscles as you slide deeper and deeper inside me. I ride you with hard thrusts and then circles and then more hard thrusts, looking into your eyes with my pupils wild and dilated. I lean down and kiss you again, almost unable to control myself and then I feel myself cumming from somewhere deep inside. You feel the convulsions on your cock and almost cum yourself, but you are able to stop yourself and wait for my shudders to subside.
I slowly pull myself off your shaft and kiss you again, getting off the bed to open my bag of tricks again. I smile at your wide eyes when I pull out my new toy. It's a beautiful strap on dildo, shaped like a penis but not too long or wide, just perfect for our play. I sense your trepidation and assure you that I will be so gentle for you. I don't want to hurt you. I want this to feel as good for you as it will for me.
I strap on the dildo, adjusting it so that the part facing me is positioned for my maximum pleasure, then I straddle you again.
I ask you, "Are you ready luv?"
You nod, speechless with passion and I take out my bottle of lube and spread it lovingly all over your balls and ass cheeks and then all around your ass bud, circling closer and closer to the opening. I spread your ass cheeks wider and press the head of my dildo gently against the hole. You are so slippery but tight and I want to help you relax, so I stroke your cock, very hard and throbbing now with anticipation. This seems to work and the muscles around your ass are relaxing just enough so that I can press the tip of my 'cock' a little deeper into you.
I tell you "push a little bit, babe".
You do and the 'cock' slips deeper in. You gasp. It hurts just a little bit, but the pleasure of having a cock inside you is so amazing that it takes over and you relax more. I sense your wanting and push a little more inside you, shuddering with pleasure. I too, have fantasized about this for a very long time. It feels so unbelievably hot to be pushing a 'cock' inside of you and feeling you open more and more as I go deeper and deeper inside you. We are both gasping and moaning and panting as I fuck you a little harder and faster and deeper with every thrust. I grab your real, warm, hard cock again and start to stroke it, exactly the way you like and you are pushed past the brink. You start to shudder as I thrust inside you, the deepest thrust yet and you are yelling and cumming, cumming, cumming... Jiz is spurting out of you in high arcs as I continue to thrust my cock harder and deeper inside you. You have never cum so hard before in your life! Cum is shooting out of your swollen cock and I lean over to catch it in my mouth. Oh sweet! You taste so good! I sense your extreme sensitivity now, so I slowly remove myself from inside you and lay on top of you, smothering myself with your cum.
We lay together, panting, as you keep repeating, "Oh my god, Oh my god!" over and over again.
I laugh and smile, feeling very satisfied that I have fulfilled both of our fantasies so well. |
19,537 | You Knew | Ashson | NonConsent/Reluctance | 2014-04-14 | 2014-04-14 | 2022-01-01 15:48:12 | 1 | literotica.com | https://www.literotica.com/s/you-knew-1 | Girl puts on exhibition for neighbor. | ['Boyfriend', 'Exhibitionist', 'Neighbour', 'Retaliation'] | 4.37 | Brian was coming around later and I didn't have the least doubt in the world that we would wind up in the bedroom. He'd probably spend the whole night and with a bit of luck I'd have a morning service as well. Knowing I didn't have all that much time before he was due I tidied up the bedroom
I was about to get changed into something nicer when it occurred to me that I really should pull the blinds. I was crossing over to them when I noticed that the room facing me in the house opposite was lit and Colin was moving around.
So I continued straight past the window, forgetting to pull the blind. I fiddled around at the dressing table for a minute and then returned to the centre of the room and got changed. I was giggling to myself as I did so, knowing that if Colin looked over he'd get a real eyeful. Quite by chance, once I was naked I had to walk back over to the dressing table and back again. Then I got dressed and left the room. I'm quite sure that Colin would have caught at least part of the show.
I should confess that I don't know much about Colin. He's new in the area and I haven't really had any reason to meet him. He's way older than me, middle thirties I'd say. He's rather slender, too, and I tend to go for bigger men. But that doesn't mean I can't have a bit of fun with an innocent tease, does it.
Brian fronted up late, and I was quickly pissed off with him. He'd been to the pub and had a few. He wasn't drunk, but his intake was noticeable. I suspected that it would be a case of a poor bed performance and then he'd sleep like a log for the rest of the night. And I could forget about the morning service. Brian would have a hangover. Any alcohol results in a hangover for him. I don't know why he bothers.
He was definitely horny. He dragged me off to the bedroom almost as soon as he walked in the door. I walked into the bedroom with the light still off and saw Colin's light was still on. Then Brian came in, switching on my light and Colin's light promptly went out. I just knew Colin was there, watching.
I did a strip tease for Brian, standing in the middle of the room, turning this way and that as I stripped. He was laughing and enjoying the view and I was getting a real kick out of the fact that Colin probably was as well.
When I was naked Brian divested himself of his clothes in about one second flat. He was all eager to just push me onto the bed and start fucking, but I wouldn't be in it. I made him lie down on the bed and then I straddled him, sitting up above him. In that position I started bouncing. My breasts, while not over large, are certainly on the larger side of average, and when I bounced on Brian they were doing a fine job of bouncing along.
All in all, I was giving a splendid performance for Brian, and it wasn't really my fault that we both forgot about the blind. I didn't know that I was providing a show for a neighbour.
I also didn't know that Brian had had a lot more to drink than I had thought. One moment the swine is erect and I'm bouncing, and the next he's asleep and his cock just shrivelled away. In mid stroke, damn it?
I was now seriously pissed off with the man. It seemed to me that I should maybe be giving some thought to getting a better grade of boyfriend.
With Brian out for the count I hopped off the bed, switched off the light and then lay down next to him to get some sleep. And I couldn't. I was feeling hot, both from my arousal and because it was a hot night, thirsty, like I said, a hot night, and just plain irritable.
I finished up hopping out of bed again, turning on the light, grabbing a light wrap and headed out to the kitchen to get a drink. Then I wandered out onto the back veranda to enjoy my drink and take in a bit of the light breeze that was there.
I was leaning against one of the veranda posts when a voice spoke, startling me.
"You're a real little bitch, aren't you?"
I'm like, say, what? Who the hell is that and where do they get off calling me a bitch.
"Excuse me?" I said. "Who the hell do you think you are?"
"You know who I am. I'm the target of your little performance."
Colin. He must have seen my light go on and then seen me leave the room. I'd forgotten the blind was still up.
"I have no idea what you mean," I said, standing tall on my dignity.
"Liar. You deliberately didn't pull your blinds so that I could see you balling your boyfriend. Have fun, did you, knowing someone was watching?"
"Oh my god. Were my blinds up? I had no idea. God, how embarrassing. I'm really sorry," I gabbled. "I'll make sure it doesn't happen again."
"You knew," came the cynical reply. Really. How dare he make such a wild accusation?
"Do you do that often?" asked Colin. "Maybe I could set up a camera and you could review your performance after. The strip teases weren't bad. Had a bit of practice, have we?"
Bastard.
"You seem to have decided to come over just to be offensive. I'll be quite happy to see your back as you walk away."
"Actually, being offensive wasn't the reason I came over. That's just a little extra I'm throwing in. No, the reason I came was to assist you."
Why did I not trust this man at all?
"Assist me how?" I asked cautiously.
"Well, I saw your boyfriend down at the pub earlier and he was knocking a few back. And probably continued to do so up until he finally came here. From the length of your performance on the bed, I'd say he didn't actually star in the bedroom tonight. So I've come over to make sure your itch gets scratched."
That little speech left me stumped for words for a few moments. I'd been propositioned often enough, but rarely as crudely as that, and by a relative stranger.
"Thanks but no thanks," I finally managed to say. God, the nerve of the guy.
"I wasn't exactly asking," he said. "You can consider this retaliation for your exhibitionism. Would you like to come over to my place or are you going to drop your wrap and let me take you right here and now? Just think. If you come to my place we can leave the light on and if your boyfriend wakes up he can watch you getting a real fuck."
I was spitting chips now. Who the hell did this guy think he was? Insisting we have sex just because I carelessly left the blind up. Anyone could make that sort of mistake.
"I said no. The way you're talking it's almost as if you're threatening rape. You might want to watch that or people will get the wrong idea about you."
"Ah, the right idea, in this case. If you don't agree I fully intend to rape you. I'm just giving you a choice of where. Here in the great outdoors or in my bedroom."
"You cannot be serious," I gasped, shocked to the core. "People don't do that sort of thing."
"Don't be an idiot," he snapped. "Of course I'm serious. Why else would I be standing here, naked, with an erection so big it's a wonder it's not slapping you in the face. And read the papers, sometime. Girls get raped every day, although not all of them by me, I will admit."
This was getting worse and worse. He was a serial rapist.
"How many girls have you raped," I said. Squeaked, really, I was so shocked.
"Including you?" he asked with a laugh. "That would be one. You should feel honoured."
Honoured that he was going to start a career of rapist with me? Funny sort of honour if you ask me.
"If you touch me, I'll scream," I said defiantly.
He laughed again.
"Who's going to hear? Your neighbour? That's me, remember. Your boyfriend? Drunken stupor I suspect."
He was right, damn him. Now what?
Now I got raped, it seemed. I didn't even see him move in the dark, but he was suddenly holding me pressed against him and I could feel his erection pressing against me. What was worse I could feel my pussy squirming and saying, hullo, I've been waiting for you. How the hell had I come to be so aroused?
The stupid wrap I had on was useless as protection. No buttons and I hadn't bothered with the belt. I might as well have not bothered wearing it. Then I wasn't. I was stark staring naked and now I could really feel his cock pressed against me. And it seemed to me that there was an awful lot of it.
Colin pushed me up against the veranda railing, leaning over it slightly. I had my legs clamped tightly together, determined to resist however I could. I changed my mind when he offered to spank my bottom until my legs were properly spread.
He didn't muck around with any foreplay. I don't suppose rapists bother about that sort of thing. He just pulled my lips apart, wider than I thought required and pushed into me. From the feel of what attacked me, he should have pulled my lips even further apart. I'll admit I was aroused, even if reluctantly, and I was certainly wet, but it still felt to me that where my pussy was concerned, Colin had an excess of cock.
I was too shocked to protest or squeal or anything. All I could do was lean against the railing, staring into the night as my doom crept slowly into me. Not that slowly, either. Colin would push and my passage would stretch and yield and Colin would push some more. His cock just seemed to keep on coming, and I could feel every little bit of it as it pressed into my passage and my body just closed around it.
When Colin gave one last push and I could feel his hairy balls rubbing against me I found that I could take all of him and I wasn't dead. Just slightly stunned.
"Oh my god," I said with a gasp. "It's too big. You'll have to take it out. Actually, forget the size. Take it out anyway. This is rape and you know it."
"Oh hush and don't be such a baby," Colin derided me. "You're a big girl now and you can handle this without any problem. Just relax and I'll show you."
Oh, gee, fancy that. I was a sook for objecting to being raped. How silly of me.
Then I was gasping as I felt Colin dragging that thing back out of me and, before I could jerk forward and escape, he was coming back in while I squealed loudly. The worst thing about the whole deal was that I loved it. I could feel him filling me and taking command and my body was almost jumping with delight.
To my utmost fury my body was literally jumping with delight after a few of those heavy thrusts. Colin would come charging in and I would feel myself pushing back hard against him, making sure he came in all the way.
Colin seemed to be settling down for the long haul. This wasn't going to be a wham, bam, thank you ma'am, but a long and meaningful coming together of two bodies that were united in pleasure. His description, not mine. I was too busy squealing and bucking under this monster's attention to have any breath left to speak.
I'd like to say the squeals were cries of pain and torment as my body was ravaged by this brutal assailant. Unfortunately, I couldn't even kid myself it was so. I loved it. It was magnificent. I'm quite sure I could nobly bear it if I was raped like this every day. Was I a closet masochist? I don't think I am. I have this lowering feeling that it was a case of I had been expecting sex and missed out and Colin had come to my rescue. Humiliating, really.
I wasn't thinking any of this at the time, mind you. I was just experiencing it, feeling it going on and on. Colin's hands were around me, holding my breasts and teasing my nipples, and his cock continued to push into me, again and again and again.
I have no idea how long this went on. It just didn't seem as though it would ever stop. I was reduced to mindlessness, ignoring everything and just concentrating on that cock that was destroying me.
When Colin started his end run I was astounded and dismayed. He was going to finish and I hadn't wanted it to ever stop. I wailed a frantic no, to tell him not to do this, but he just ignored me. Then he ejaculated inside me and it was as though the flood gates had been opened. That hot gush pushed me over the edge and I squealed louder than ever as I climaxed, losing all contact with the world as my entire nervous system exploded in turmoil.
Colin was gone and I was back in bed. I was surprised that I'd had enough strength to make it there. It had been a most strange occurrence. I slept.
When I woke in the morning I got out of bed straightaway. Brian was still dead to the world and probably would sleep for a couple more hours. I just grabbed my wrap and went down to make some coffee for myself. I'd just got downstairs when the doorbell rang. Clutching my wrap I answered.
Of all the gall. Colin was there.
"What do you want," I hissed angrily.
"It occurred to me that you would normally expect a morning glory when you boyfriend is here," he said. "With him probably still out and going to wake up hung-over, you're going to miss out. So I've come to help out."
I just stared at him, trying to take this in. There was a twitch at my wrap and looking down I could see Colin holding it apart, admiring my body. The first time he'd really seen it, I guess. Through the window was at a distance and last night had been dark.
He let go the wrap and I snapped it closed. I was opening my mouth to tell him to get out when I heard his zipper going down. Looking down I could now see what he'd used on me last night. My mouth was sort of staring at him in shock when he twitched my wrap apart again.
Colin took a step forward, kicking the door closed behind him. Then his hands closed over my bottom and he was lifting me towards him. I put my hand on his shoulders to push him away, or at least I think I meant to push him away. Instead, I found myself holding onto him as he gently lowered me on his erection.
I was just staring at him, and he was smiling, and I was sinking back down onto his cock, my body saying welcome home. I couldn't believe what was happening.
Reality has a way of making itself known. Colin was standing there, I was skewered on his cock, my legs had come up to clasp around his waist and my arms were around his neck, holding tight. Yes, reality whispered. He's doing it to you again. Have fun.
What else could I do? There was no-one to rescue me. I'd just have to suffer another brutal assault. |
19,538 | You Know I Liked It | SlutProblems | NonConsent/Reluctance | 2020-07-22 | 2020-07-22 | 2022-01-01 15:48:14 | 1 | literotica.com | https://www.literotica.com/s/you-know-i-liked-it | A college girl gets gang raped & loves it. | ['Airtight', 'Anal', 'For Use', 'Fraternity', 'Gangbang', 'Non-Con', 'Noncon', 'Nonconsent', 'Slut Problems', 'Sorority'] | 4 | *Trigger Warning* The following piece of art may be offensive to some people because it contains rape fantasy, and is not real. Real rape is wrong. This story is intended for those who enjoy rape as a fantasy or role-play and it not intended to be real or to be reproduced in any way. All characters are 18+
You Know I Liked It
I knew I wasn't a normal girl. There was something that separated me from the other young women I went to school with. I had joined a sorority, hoping that this would mean instant friends that I would keep the rest of my life. Instead, it merely highlighted the fact that other girls didn't seem to like me very much. I knew that many of them were jealous of me. I knew that guys found me extremely attractive, and I know that made a lot of my new sorority friends insecure. I had the kind of body that actresses have to work hard to maintain, though I didn't have to put in any effort. My tits looked like I had undergone the knife, but they were just natural. I wore my light brown hair with added highlights that turned me into a very pretty blonde. I knew I looked good, and I was confident in myself.
Other women hated my confidence and saw it as confrontational. I found myself spending less and less time at the sorority house. College wasn't going as I had planned. I wasn't doing as well in my courses as I had hoped I would, and things were generally unsettling. I felt a pang of anxiety as I made my way from the sorority meeting I had just attended to my car parked nearby. I still hadn't moved into the house. I was still a pledge. I was digging in my purse for my keys when I heard something rustling in the bushes behind me.
"Hey! Havannah!" a male voice called out. I looked around me, trying to make sense out of what was happening. A bunch of guys ran out from behind the bushes and grabbed me until I could feel all of their hands gripping various parts of my body. There was a hand on my ass that was unsettling and a hand on my tits, which wasn't cool.
"Stop!" I screamed, but their hands were getting brazen, and I could feel one moving up my shirt and grabbing my breast through my bra. Another hand shot up the back of my shirt and expertly undid my bra clasp. My tits were instantly groped by many hands. There were hands up my skirt and fingers in my panties. One of the guys was in my vagina now, fingering me. I felt weak with fear, and though I fought as hard as I could, I was tired already, and I couldn't keep fighting, not against so many guys. The fingers in my pussy were working in and out of me. I let out a moan that probably made the guys think that I liked what they were doing to me.
Fingers were in my asshole now as well, and I screamed more loudly as I attempted to move my asshole away from the fingers. I forgot about the hands all over my tits, but they pinched my nipple, and I felt my pussy tighten. I was getting really wet.
"Let's take her to our spot," one of the guys suggested.
"Yeah! Let's carry her!"
"No!" I screamed, but they hoisted me into their arms and worked together to carry me to a dark alley that wasn't far from where I had parked. I wasn't fighting as much now. I had always been curious about what a gangbang would be like, and I was half hoping that I was about to find out. These guys were serious. They had already diddled my pussy and ass and pinched my nipples. I was horny now, aching for something more to happen. I wondered if my sorority sisters would hate me more for what I was about to do, not that I had any choice in the matter. For all intents and purposes, I was being raped. What no one would ever know was how much I wanted it to happen. I know this is twisted and controversial, but I'm trying to be honest here. I knew that I was about to be raped, but it didn't feel like rape. It felt like something I had always wanted was about to happen.
The guys lay me down on a double-sized mattress that had been placed behind one of the dumpsters. I put up somewhat of a fight to make it seem realistic. I let them peel my skirt off of me and then the shirt I was wearing. My bra was already mostly off, and my tits were bared. My panties were soaked. One of the guys peeled them from my pussy and down my legs.
"Damn, look how wet her panties are!" he remarked to his buddies.
"She likes this shit," one of them laughed.
"You like dick, pledge?" one of them asked me. "You know your Eta Pi sisters told us that you would like this."
"They...they did?" I asked, my voice shaking with what probably sounded like fear to them. Only I knew the truth. I was excited. I was tired of waiting. I wanted to get used by all of their cocks, and I willed it to happen.
"Yes, they did. Now open your legs."
"No!"
"Either you open them, or I'm going to have to force them open." I know I probably should have opened my legs, but I really wanted them to force me to open them. I was turned on by the thought of them making me open them, of them making me fuck their dicks. I wasn't going to make it easy for them. I wanted them to think that I wasn't about this. I wanted it to feel real, not just for me, but for them. They were getting off on forcing me as much as I was getting off on being forced.
"John, Malcolm, come help me," the guy who was prying my legs open asked his friends to come to his aid. I put up a valiant fight as the guys parted my legs, revealing my shaved pussy. "There we go. That is a pretty pussy. I'm first," he announced, and he got up to pull his shorts and boxers off, revealing a smooth, cut cock that made my heart skip a beat.
I'd had sex with a lot of guys before this moment. I was a bit slutty, I guess. I liked the way it felt to fuck. Though I had never had a threesome, I dreamed of getting fucked against my will by groups of men. It was a fantasy I had thought about many times while I made myself cum back in high school. I had watched gangbang porn while I used my vibrator on myself, and every time, I had cum so fucking hard.
Now it was really happening, and this guy I didn't even know was pushing his cock into my pussy. I gasped as I realized how thick his dick was. I felt my eyes fill up with tears, not because I was despondent but because his cock was so thick that it was stretching my pussy past its comfort level. I made a sound as his cock reached the depths inside of me. Every stroke of his dick formed a new bruise on my cervix, and though it should have made me try to run away, it didn't. I enjoyed the way he was fucking me, his friends on either side of me holding my legs open and two other guys holding down each of my arms.
"Open your mouth, slut. I have something for you," another voice was talking to me. I was a bit dazed, but I opened my mouth and felt a cock slide in. I wasn't really the best at giving blowjobs. I had given many of them, and yet I wasn't sure what the secret was. I tried to keep my mouth open, so this strange guy could fuck my face. I tasted the bitterness of cum in my mouth and quickly swallowed. Another dick promptly filled my mouth, and it wasn't long before I tasted cum again. I could feel hands everywhere, not just holding me down but rubbing me sexually. Someone was licking and sucking on my nipples, and the guy fucking me was now cumming directly in my pussy. They weren't using condoms, and I should have been alarmed, but I remained strangely calm as if this was happening to someone else, not me.
They continued to fuck me, taking turns in my pussy and mouth. I couldn't help but cum on their cocks as they used me. It seemed like when one guy left, another guy came and took his place. I knew their frat house wasn't far from the alley I was getting raped in. They were sending new guys to the scene to have their turn in my holes.
"Ben! Bro! Come on in here. We are having a hazing session with Havannah."
"The fine ass hot girl?"
"Yeah!"
"I want her asshole."
"We haven't been fucking her ass."
"I'm going to," I could hear Ben making his way toward the bed. Most of the guys cleared the bed so Ben could have his way with me. I knew that he was the president of this fraternity. We had met on a few occasions. I remembered all of the girls in my sorority talking about how much they wanted to fuck him.
"Havannah, do you remember me?" he asked.
"No," I shook my head, playing dumb.
"Let's flip you over like this." He gently moved me onto my stomach, and it was only a few seconds before he was attempting to push his cock into my virgin asshole. I had always said no to anal sex. It scared me, but now I was about to be anally raped, and something about that turned me on in a sick, twisted way. I knew that all of this was crazy and disgusting. I knew that I shouldn't like this, but I did. I liked it. I let Ben push his cock into my asshole, and I screamed loudly as the pain filled my senses.
"Stay down!" Ben pushed my face down to the bed and continued to push more of his cock into me.
"It hurts!" I screamed.
"Shut up and take it like a good girl, Havannah. That's it. There you go. See? That's not so bad."
"Fuck! It hurts!" I screamed again, and though it did hurt, there was also a part of it that felt good. Ben seemed to like the fact that he was hurting me with his big dick. His cock got harder every time I screamed, and I realized what a piece of shit he really was. He fucked my ass for what felt like hours, until he finally came, dumping his load deep in my ass.
"My turn!" another guy jumped in.
"I want her mouth," another guy pushed his dick down my throat. I was taking it in the ass pretty good. It was getting more manageable now, and it felt looser. The guy fucking my asshole came pretty fast, but he was replaced by another guy and then another.
"I think we should use all of her holes at once, triple stuff her," a male voice suggested.
"Yeah, let's make her airtight."
Before I knew it, I had a cock in my ass, a cock in my pussy, and a cock in my mouth. I had never been so overstimulated in all of my life. I could feel the sensations of pleasure emanating from each of my holes, even my asshole. I realized that having cocks in my pussy and ass at the same time was much better than either one by itself. The orgasms I was having were so intense that I started to worry that I wouldn't live through them. I was being consumed by pleasure, and I had long forgotten that I was supposed to be pretending not to like this. Orgasm after orgasm racked my body, and the screams I was emitting were so loud that someone was bound to call the cops.
"I can't cum anymore," one of the guys said after he blew a load all over my face. I could barely see through the cum as it stung my eyes.
"Go get the pledges. I think they deserve to nut in this slut too," one of the guys called out.
"Good idea," another replied as he ran to get the pledges.
The pledges were a lot rougher than their more mature counterparts. They fucked my pussy, ass, and mouth much more roughly. I was a bit scared like they wouldn't know when to stop when enough was enough. I started to whimper, unable to say anything because of the cock fucking my face. I could feel the pressure of the cock in my ass. It pushed all the way in until his balls touched my pussy and then pulled it back out until the head was all the way out of my asshole. Then he pushed it back in again. He moved the head of his dick slowly in and out of my asshole. Each time, I could feel the pain of penetration. The cock in my pussy was fucking me deep.
The orgasm I had was the best in my life. I let out a guttural growl as I came. I could feel my entire body tense and relax with the contractions of the orgasm. The pledges that were inside of me didn't stand a chance. They all came hard, almost at the same time, until they were done with me. I lay there, their cum seeping from my pussy and ass, the taste of bitterness still on my tongue.
"Anyone else want a turn in this slut?" someone asked.
"Nah, she's done," one of the pledges said. "But we should get her again."
"Yeah, we should."
"Your hazing session is over," the guy told me. "Your clothes are here," he said, throwing them toward me. "Be careful walking to your car. There are some monsters out there that will rape you if you're not careful." He laughed and stalked off after his pledge buddies.
It took a while for me to get up. It was the pressure of all the cum inside of my ass that finally motivated me to move. I made my way back to my sorority house to use the bathroom. Ella, one of the older sisters, opened the door and let me in.
"Havannah? What happened to you?" She looked worried.
"Nothing," I told her.
"Are you sure?" she looked concerned.
"I'm fine. I just need to use the restroom," I pushed past Ella and quickly ducked into the bathroom, where I let the cum that was trapped in my ass explode into the toilet. I felt so used. I looked in the mirror at myself, my makeup smeared, and my body showing signs of bruising already. I hated the way I looked, and yet, my heart was pounding in a new way, one that I wasn't expecting. I was still horny, and I knew that there was something very wrong with me. I should have been upset. I should have called the police. Instead, I did something very different.
I walked back through the house, not bothering to say goodbye to Ella or anyone else. I walked to the frat house of the guys that had just raped me and pounded on the door until they opened it.
"Havannah? Everything okay?" the guy who opened the door asked.
"Yeah. Can I come in?"
"Sure," he said. "I'll go get Marshall."
"Marshall?" I asked. I realized I had no idea what any of their names were. After a bit, the guy who had been the first to fuck my pussy that night appeared before me.
"Is everything okay?" he asked.
"You guys raped me," I said, staring him down.
"That was just hazing. It happens to everyone. Don't make this into a big deal," Marshall tried to smooth things over.
"I'm just so...so overwhelmed," I said, trying to explain. I didn't know why I had come there. I had no words or explanations. Instead, I stood up and pulled my shirt off and then my bra. "Look at all the bruises you made."
"Look, Havannah, I'm sorry but-"
"You bruised my pussy!" I interrupted him. I removed my skirt and panties and sat down on the nearest chair, opening my legs.
"It doesn't look bruised to me," he retorted.
"You can't see it because the bruises are inside."
"Maybe I should check," he pulled his cock out and boldly walked toward me. I kept my legs open for him so he could push his cock back inside of me.
"Yes, see! It's bruised!" I moaned.
"I can't feel the bruises. Maybe I should go harder." His eyes narrowed into sadistic slits as his cock sunk deep into my open pussy. He held me by the shoulders, pulling my body onto his cock as he pushed into me. I had never been fucked this way, and I began to squeal as my orgasm overtook me.
Our noisiness had attracted the attention of the other guys. I could hear them all talking about me, the word "slut" buzzing throughout the room. Soon I would be stuffed with all of their cocks again. Soon I would be their rape victim once again. I wasn't sure why I was doing this, but college became a very different experience after that day. I found myself wearing sluttier clothes and putting myself in precarious positions. I was hoping that another group of guys would stuff me with all of their cocks against my will. I would go to parties and pretend to be passed out with my pussy hanging out of my skirt, hoping that someone would rape me.
I was raped 47 times while I was in college if you can really call it rape. Of course, you know I wanted it. You know I liked it. I just couldn't tell any of them how much or it would take away from the fun. I wanted each guy to feel like they were really raping me, so it could be fun the way I liked it. I wanted them to really use me, not go easy on me. I got a bit of a bad reputation at my college for being a rape-bait slut. My sorority sisters didn't like what I was doing, and so I dropped out of the sorority. I realized I didn't need to be in a club to get raped by a bunch of fraternity guys. |
19,539 | You Know You Want To | Simplebliss | NonConsent/Reluctance | 2019-09-28 | 2019-09-28 | 2022-01-01 15:48:15 | 1 | literotica.com | https://www.literotica.com/s/you-know-you-want-to-1 | She tries to friend zone former lover, doesn't take it well. | ['Dirty Talk', 'Force Fucked', 'Forced', 'Forced Porn', 'Foreplay', 'Noncon', 'Nonconsent', 'Reluctance', 'Slutty'] | 3.35 | Hi! This is my first writing and it is a tad choppy buuuuut I re-edited it like once to make the first two parts go together but it kinda cuts kind of quick and I will come back and edit it at some point. enjoy!
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We walked out to his car and I absolutely fell in love more than what I did the first time I've seen it. White TC with dark tint windows and black tires with rims. Sleek and clean as shit. I opened the door and sat down. He turned the car on and down by my feet I noticed shades of blues and green illuminating my pedicure.
"The LEDs are a nice touch."
"Thanks, I put them in when I put my new system in." He revved the engine and she purred so beautifully. "Any music preference?"
"You know we listen to the same exact music."
He smiled. "Just making sure, didn't know if your music taste changed with your moods." He was such a smartass, but he was right so I couldn't help but laugh.
"Dick, not my fault I'm emotional."
"I know."
The ride was decent. We talked about life, his past more than mine. I try not to open up to men too much.
We got to the river, it was gorgeous. I love how the water lights up from the moon and night sky. We talked about earth, Mother Nature, all the possible things that could be under the water, science, anything we could. It was nice to have a stimulating conversation after you haven't had one in awhile. We finished our chit chat and headed back to his garage. I loved watching him work on his cars and handing him the tools acting like I know what I'm doing. I think he thinks it's cute.
I was standing against the car he was working on earlier that day as he complimented my shoes. I looked at them and thanked him. When I looked back up his hands were coming up to caress my cheeks as he leaned in for a kiss. I moved my head to the side, "What are you doing? I thought we agreed to be friends."
He stepped closer to me with me realizing I cant really go anywhere backed into the hood of his car.
"We are friends, but I can see you still want me, so I'm cool with being friendly friends again."
Okay this was not supposed to go this far.
"Okay but that doesn't mean I want that. I was serious when I said friendship only. No more of the kissy gushy stuff."
His eyes and expression did most of the replying to my statement. He scanned my body up and down, biting his bottom lip.
"You have such a good pussy. All you do now is drink wine in your living room. It would be a shame for it to go to waste."
"Okay I understand we have tried to do this before and we both gave into it but I am serious this time. I don't like how you're talking to me and I want you to stop or I'll be leaving."
He reached around and grabbed fingers full of my hair by the base of my skull and pulled my head back, his face In the nape of my neck. "I don't know who the fuck you think you're talking to chick but I know why you really came here tonight."
His breath was so warm to the touch of my skin it sent shivers down my spine. I tried to move my head and depart his embrace but every time I moved my hair pulled and each time I would feel a butterfly flapping its' wings down below.
"Let me go!" I was starting to get super worried. "The only reason why I came here tonight is because you told me your best friend tried to kill himself! I just wanted to smoke with you and help you feel better but you're taking this way too far!"
I felt his lips brush against my ear. "I bet you're soaking wet right now bitch."
I've had enough. I didn't work as hard as I did to retain the self love I have now and actually feel comfortable setting boundaries just for him to ruin it. I slapped him across the face and pushed him away but his grip was too strong and he was resilient. Plus there wasn't too many places for me to go because during this whole process I didn't realize his leg worked it's way between mine and he had me backed and pinned against the hood of his car.
"You just made this a whole lot more difficult for yourself chick." He pushed his leg harder between mine and his thigh was pressing into my pussy. He gripped my hair tighter than previous and yanked my head back even more as he started to kiss my neck. I could feel his tongue tracing my skin as his lips massaged me. Every few seconds he would press his teeth into my skin, each time getting harder in pressure. "Please stop!" I started to feel the tears in my eyes start. I was supposed to be able to trust him. He was still supposed to be my best friend...
Which each time he bit down my body would tense and move against his. I knew he could feel the heat that was beginning to flow out of my leggings in through his sweatpants.
His hand grabbed both of my wrists as I'm trying to hit him anywhere I can get and spun me around, his other hands still connected to the roots of my hair. He bent me over the hood and grabbed the grease rag from earlier and set it beside me. He pushed into me to keep me from kicking him and I could feel him through my leggings. His visible covered by decently thin material hard on was press against my pussy and I could tell he was right, I am soaking wet. He kept pushing into me harder every time I would try and fight against him but I was putting up a decent match. I had plenty of experiences in mosh pits so I know how to flail my body even when I'm getting tired.
He then reached down in front of me and immediately started exploring with his fingers. I know he felt the heat through my leggings because as soon as his hands were over my pussy he let out a moan and I could feel his dick twitch against my ass. He started pressing into me quite hard, enough to make me stop fighting back.
"Oh, did I find your spot?" He still had my hair in his grip and he started moving his fingers over me in a circular motion. "No matter how many sex therapy sessions you go to you know you're still a little slut."
My breathing started getting slower and heavier, I couldn't help it. He knew all my spots and just how to work them. "Wanna know how I know? Because I can feel how fucking wet your pussy is just from being over your pants." Each time he spoke his fingers got tougher and quicker. I let out a small gasp trying to hardest to keep any noise or any tiny hint that my body was giving up on me and taking on the feelings I was getting inside me.
"Mmmmmm yeah you like this you dirty bitch." He stopped moving his fingers and reach over for the grease rag, while I had time to move I started flailing again but my lack of energy was no match for him. He tied both my wrists together behind my back, I could feel the grease slide over my skin warm enough to tell it was somewhat fresh. When he completed the task he wrapped his hand around my neck and pulled me up so I was right against him, my back to his chest, his hard on sticking straight into me through our pants.
"Why are you doing this to me..." I couldn't tell if I wanted to cry or moan. Probably both.
"Because you want me to." He grabbed my face and turned my head towards him and kissed me hard. As he was trying to pry my mouth open with his tongue his free hand went inside the front of my pants and started to slide in between my pussy lips. I let out a moan and he started rubbing his fingers against my throbbing clit. We were full on fucking with our clothes still on pretty much. My wetness sealed through my leggings onto the crotch of his sweats. I don't remember ever being this wet before except when we first fucked I rode him backwards and created an ocean below us.
It seemed like for minutes we were dry humping each other. Was this rape? I told him no, but my body wants him inside me so bad...
He yanked me back around and slid his hands underneath my bottom and lifted me up. I had a clear view of his boner and this boy was definitely a grower not a shower. I wanted to fight but I couldn't. All energy was taken out of me. He started to yank my pants down and for some reason why hips lifted along with him. I laid down on my back but he smacked the side of my thigh by my ass with all his force. The tears started again but I liked it so much.
"I want you to look at me tonsils deep in your pussy." With that he started licking my thighs mixed with biting. My wetness was everywhere and trickling down my thighs for him to lick clean. He would get so close to my clit but not actually touch it. I started to breathe harder once I felt his fingers graze my lips and trace his fingertips. "Out of all the bitches I've fucked your definitely have the best pussy out of all." I just wanted him to stop talking and put his pussy in my mouth so I started pushing it up towards him. He gave my thigh one last bite then went all in. His tongue was sliding all around me, up and down slowly, flicking over my clit. Every time he went near my opening I could feel my pussy tighten just wanting something inside me.
Oh yeah did I mention I didn't finish it yet either? oops... |
19,540 | You Lied | Ashson | NonConsent/Reluctance | 2014-11-05 | 2014-11-05 | 2022-01-01 15:48:16 | 1 | literotica.com | https://www.literotica.com/s/you-lied | Man lies about his immediate intentions. | ['Ravish', 'Spank', 'Strip', 'Surprise'] | 4.41 | When I was in my early twenties and living in my own place my younger brother took it into his head to move in with me for a while. This had its pluses and its minuses. On the plus side he was good company and could help pay the rent and utilities. On the minus side he was a bit of a slob who took up my space. I liked being on my own.
Another thing about my brother - I have to admit that at times he could be a right bastard. I've no idea where he got that trait from. Personally I'm one of the nicest guys you'll ever meet.
For some reason it seemed that that touch of bastardry appealed to a certain type of woman. Like calling to like, was how I explained it, as a number of his girlfriends seemed to be bitches of the first order. Take Karen, his current girlfriend.
Karen was a blonde, nineteen or twenty, with a really nice figure and a lovely personality. Sometimes. Other times she could give pointers to the Wicked Witch of the West. She also had a penchant for dressing in abbreviated clothing, liking to show off her assets. She had some very prominent assets, I assure you.
That's where her bitchiness showed up at times. She liked to tease. I think she knew to a millimetre how far she could bend over to expose just so much and no more, leaving the boys panting in frustration, yearning for that extra hidden glimpse.
I was home alone one Saturday when Karen dropped by to see my brother. From her attitude it was plain that she had expected him to be there waiting, but as he wasn't I invited her in and offered her a drink.
It was a hot day and Karen was wearing a wide belt masquerading as a skirt and a sun top. I was quite sure she wasn't wearing a bra and her panties, if any, were of the no visible panty-line type.
Now being a normal young man (perpetually horny) I of course manoeuvred to ensure that I could a), look up her skirt, and b), look down her top. Karen on the other hand positioned herself so that I couldn't see one square inch more flesh than she wanted me to. Not that she didn't mind me seeing a great deal, just not quite enough. An interesting and frustrating experience.
We were in the kitchen, having our drinks and lightly sparring, when my phone nudged me, telling me I had a message. It was my brother. The message read something along the lines of. "If Karen is there tell her to piss off. I won't be home for hours so she's wasting her time waiting."
That's my brother. Mister Smooth. Changes his mind about a date and leaves it to me to do his dirty work. Ah, well. His decision fitted in well with my immediate wishes. Not that I'd actually intended carrying out those wishes prior to receiving the text message. That message meant it was a whole new ball game.
I got up and walked over to where Karen was sitting and held out my hands. It's odd, but when a man hold out his hands to a seated woman she almost automatically takes them to allow herself to be drawn to her feet, which was what happened with Karen. As soon as she was standing I reached for her top and started lifting it up.
An immediate reaction. She batted at my hands, telling me in no uncertain words to keep my hands to myself. Trouble was, as soon as she slapped at my hands I caught hers. It was the work of a moment to push them around behind her and hold them there.
Now, instead of trying to lift her top, I started to undo the catches on her excuse for a skirt. Karen started wriggling and swearing at me, but I suppose that could be expected.
"Listen, woman," I snapped at her. "No need to get your panties in a bunch. All I'm going to do is have a look at this figure of yours. You've been flaunting it and teasing for so long I figure I'm entitled. I'm not going to grope you afterwards. If you behave, I won't even take a picture. I'll just strip off your things and admire your curves and then let you get dressed again. Now stop wriggling and be quiet."
I figured the chances of her actually shutting up and not wriggling were slim so I wasn't too surprised to have her continue to carry on. She did tone it down considerable, though. She did ask me rather sarcastically if I'd considered asking to see her figure.
"Of course I considered asking," I pointed out, "but you'd probably have said no and then you would have been warned of my intentions. This way I can just strip you and check you out. Sort of tag and release. A quick slap to the bottom will be the tag."
She called me another rude name at that comment, but by then her skirt was dropping down and her panties (she did have some on) quickly followed.
"Be a good girl and step out of those things will you," I suggested. "Saves me having to make you."
I only got a fulminating look for that crack but she obediently stepped out of her panties, kicking them off one foot. I could see her chalking up another notch in the 'things to get even for' mental tab she was gathering.
Now it was obvious that I'd have to let go her hands to take her top off but before I did that I pushed it up and over her breasts. I was right about one thing - no bra.
I let go her wrists and used both hands to jerk her top higher. Karen didn't really have much option but to let it go. She stood there afterwards, giving me a nasty look. Far from trying to use her freed hands to cover herself, Karen placed them on the table behind her, leaning back onto them.
She was really quite lovely, all luscious curves. Her breasts were high and firm and most definitely didn't need a bra to hold them in position. She was nicely tanned, apart from where some interesting patches of pink and white showed the type of bikini she favoured.
I stood back a little, enjoying the scenery. Karen just stood there, really sort of leaning back against the table, I should say, hands behind her, effectively presenting her figure to its best advantage.
"If you've seen what you wanted to see, do you mind if I get dressed again," she asked. The sarcasm was so thick you could have spread it on a piece of bread and eaten it.
The question was, did I mind if she got dressed again? Of course I minded.
Karen had been so busy flaunting what she had (and, yes, she had deliberately flaunted it once she had accepted the fact that she was going to be naked) and glaring at me that she hadn't noticed what I was doing. The sound of my trousers hitting the floor seemed to come as a real shock to her.
She looked down when she heard the noise, then her head jerked back up and she was looking at me with surprise writ plain on her face. My intentions weren't exactly hidden. Rather, they were standing out for all to see.
"You can't," she said, speaking almost in a whisper. "You said you were just going to look at me."
I just moved closer to her. Like I said, she'd been deliberately flaunting her figure, leaning back against the table, legs parted. She couldn't have been better positioned if I'd arranged her myself.
A little closer and my erection was brushing against her. I pressed it down slightly and eased forward, letting it slip into the gap between her legs. With that I started rubbing it back and forth, just dragging it along her slit, teasing her labia with its presence.
"Just look and then I can get dressed, you said," she protested.
I continued gently rubbing my cock against her.
"I lied. You know what's going to happen," I pointed out. "Why don't you help steer me into position?"
"You expect me to help you?" She looked shocked and indignant at the suggestion. "After you lied to me?"
I considered it from her point of view, then smiled.
"Yes."
She flushed. She was so mad I almost expected her to spit.
"No way. Anyway, your brother will be home soon. Let's see what he says about this."
"Sorry. That text I had was from him, telling me he won't be home and to let you know."
I reached over and took hold of her arm, pulling it forward and pressing her hand down against me.
"Come on," I coaxed. "You know you want to."
And she did want to, I was quite sure. She hadn't tried to resist or protect herself, being content to give a few feeble protests. I was even more certain when she didn't jerk her hand away, leaving it where I had put it, up against my cock.
We stayed like that for a short while. Karen's hand resting on my cock, feeling it slide back and forth as I gently rubbed her labia. Her face was flushed and her eyes were hot. Standing naked with a man's erection rubbing against her pussy was having an effect on her, like it or not. I could almost see the level of passion rising within her.
She finally gave a frustrated groan and took hold of my cock, changing the angle slightly so that it pressed up into her. Then I was sliding home. She was hot and wet, slippery and welcoming, and I drove fully into her with that initial thrust. She gave a groan of relief to feel me settling home, while I gave a sigh of satisfaction.
I held against her for a few moments, just enjoying being within her. Then I started moving, pulling out, only to firmly return. Karen's arms were back behind her again, bracing her as she took my onslaught, her hips moving to meet me. With her breasts on display before me it would have been criminal not to take hold of them.
Karen was gasping and making little love noises as I took her, while my hands massaged her breasts and my erection showed her the delights of being a woman.
I took my time. I'd established a nice rhythm and I just kept it going, Karen happily moving in unison. Back and forth we swayed, our passions raised but controlled, enjoying the rasping of flesh against flesh. It's not the sort of thing you can keep on doing, however. The body has needs and wants complete satisfaction, no matter how enjoyable the lead up might be.
I could feel my gonads demanding relief and I started moving faster. Karen kept up with me, her face flushed with excitement. I moved even faster, driving in hard, my need welling up with increasing urgency. Karen was gasping, hanging on by a thread, and I drove in hard for a tumultuous finish, venting deep inside her and feeling her contract around me, shuddering with her own climax.
I disengaged, breathing hard. Karen was slumped back against the table, eyes closed. I pulled the chair I'd been using earlier over to me and sat, watching her. Fairly soon she showed signs of getting her wits back together. I reached over and took her arm, drawing her to me. She was lying across my knee before she fully understood what was happening.
"What are you doing?" she finally asked, puzzled.
"You've been a naughty girl," I explained. "You just cheated on my brother. You need to be punished."
"Cheated? What do you mean, cheated? You forced me."
"And you're making excuses," I said. "That doesn't help your case. Too bad, but that's the way it goes."
I brought my hand down hard on her bottom, and didn't she yelp.
"What the fuck are you doing?" she shrieked.
"Spanking you. You were naughty, remember? You must be punished."
My hand came down again, leaving a matched pair of red handprints on her cheeks. Karen was not impressed. She flailed her legs and said some very nasty things to me, but that didn't really stop me. I spanked her some more, my hand bouncing nicely off her bottom.
She'd swear and I'd spank. She tried to hit and I'd spank. She kicked her legs up and down and I spanked. It was really quite a bit of fun from my side of the spanking, while poor Karen had a bottom that was developing a nice deep flush.
"Are you sorry for cheating?" I asked, giving a final spank.
"Yes," was the reply, and I could hear the tears behind her voice.
"And you're not going to cheat again?"
"No."
"OK. I assume your bottom is smarting?"
I got a sniffle and a little nod as answer to that one.
"No worries. I know how to take your mind off that."
I eased her to her feet, turning her towards the table, gently encouraging her to lean forward over it. I ran my fingertips lightly over her bottom, down to and along her pussy. By a happy coincidence, the spanking had got me aroused again and I had an erection just waiting to be used. I eased her lips apart and sank deeply in, my hands coming around her to capture her breasts.
Karen gave a shocked protest. You'd think that she was a virgin she became so indignant.
"What's wrong?" I asked, starting to move gently within her. "I'm just taking your mind off your bottom."
"You're fucking me again. That's what's wrong," she gasped, already breathing hard, her hips moving with me. "You just made me promise not to do this and now you're making me do it."
"This doesn't count. You can consider this a continuation of your first seduction of me."
She made a very peculiar noise at that point. It sounded as though she was trying to say something but didn't know how to express it forcefully enough. I squeezed her breasts.
"Don't worry about it for now," I told her. "We can discuss it later if you want to."
This time around the edge was off my need. This meant that I could put more effort into what I was doing without having to worry about firing too early. Accordingly, I drove in hard and fast and frequently, happily letting rip with all my energy. Karen bucked under me, proving that whatever I dished out she could take and return for more.
It seems a contradiction to say that I was able to take it easy while hammering into her a lot harder and faster than the first time, but that's the way it was. I could take my pleasure while slowly recharging, and I did so.
Karen had no complaints. Well, actually, she did, but they were mainly about the fact that I was a liar, a brute, a sadist and a rapist who enjoyed attacking defenceless young women. She didn't have any actual complaints about the sex, taking time off from her tirade to encourage me to go harder, go faster.
What she seemed to resent most was the fact that I had told a little white lie at the start. Had she seriously thought that once she was naked I wouldn't even touch her? Apparently.
As the loving continued the diatribe diminished. I guess her sense of outrage couldn't compete with the passion and lust rising within her. She was reduced to desperate gasping as I drove into her, her bottom bobbing frantically under me, helping to drive me deep into her.
For a while there I thought she was going to climax well before me, but a late surge brought me up to scratch. She climaxed and her clamping hold upon my erection was the trigger I needed to let loose, which I did with great relief.
This time when I disengaged I got dressed and gathered up Karen's clothes so that she'd have them on hand when she was recovered enough to know what she was doing.
When Karen did get her act together she snatched up he clothes and stalked off to the bathroom. I followed along behind, watching and admiring while she took a shower.
"Do you mind not watching me?" she demanded when she got out of the shower.
"I was thinking," I said, "that if you're going to hang around waiting for my brother, you might like to skip the getting dressed part for the time being."
"What? Why would I do that?"
"Well, I thought you could sit next to me while we watch TV. It won't take long to put on your clothes when you have to and in the meantime I can pet you and admire your lovely curves. And if I come over all lecherous again, you'll be ready for immediate ravishment."
She gave me the strangest look. It seemed an eminently reasonable suggestion to me. |
19,541 | You May Now Tickle the Bride | johnthomas19692 | NonConsent/Reluctance | 2020-03-11 | 2020-03-11 | 2022-01-01 15:48:18 | 1 | literotica.com | https://www.literotica.com/s/you-may-now-tickle-the-bride | Bridezilla gets tickled several times. | ['Big Breasts', 'Blowjobs', 'Non-Con', 'Noncon', 'Oral Sex', 'Taboo', 'Tickling'] | 3.45 | I was trying on wedding dresses with my mother, future mother-in-law, my sister, who was a bridesmaid, and my best friend who was my maid of honor. I'm pretty big, but some guys like big girls. I would say it's my huge breasts that my soon to be husband likes, but it's more than that - at least I hope it is. As I'm writing this in my journal, I'll keep the names private and just refer to people by their relation to me or who they are with respect to the events. I had tried on the fourth or fifth dress and didn't like any of them. I was starting to get mad. I do have a temper, but my husband (might as well call him that) say's I'm extra sexy when I'm mad. And I have to admit the sex is way better.
Not only had I not found the right dress, but also, the store manager kept grabbing my breasts. Oh, he did it in a subtle way, but I knew what he was doing. I thought only gay men worked in fashion, but that was clearly not the case. I could also tell he had a hard-on through his pants. Everyone was telling me to calm down, even my mom. I shouted it was my wedding and I want the right fucking dress.
The store manager reached in and said, "If we take this in and do a few other adjustments I think this will work."
Instead of grabbing my boobs, he started running his hands up and down my sides which tickled. I laughed and tried to squirm away.
"Oh, ticklish are we?" he asked and started really tickling me. The rest of my family and best friend just watched as the man tickled me.
"Maybe she'll calm down after a good tickle," he said. "Help me."
Soon everyone started tickling me. I was jumping and bouncing all over the place.
"Wait, let's not ruin the dress," he said. And before I knew it I was naked except for panties and tied to a table.
"Damn! I knew your tits were big but my God," my best friend said. Soon I had everyone pinching, pulling, stroking and lifting my heavy breasts. I have big areolas and fat nipples. My nipples received a lot of attention too, and they were as hard as rocks.
"Since you sucked on my boobs, I think it's only fair I get to suck on yours," My mom said. "Why don't you join me?" She added, addressing my mother-in-law. Before I knew it my mother and mother-in-law were sucking on my big breasts and flicking my nipples with their tongues. I hate to admit it but it felt great. They did things that even my husband didn't do. I was starting to get a little wet down there. Meanwhile, my sister, best friend and the manager were still tickling me. Then I felt a hand rubbing my pussy through my panties. It didn't take a genius to know who that was. The hand left, but soon returned and I felt my panties being cut away.
"Holy shit!" the manager said. "She soaking wet." Then he slid a finger inside me and started fingering me in front of my mom, sister, best friend, and mother-in-law.
Then my best friend and sister traded places sucking on my breasts, while my mother-in-law and mom tickled me. Then, to my shock and horror, I saw my mom drop to her knees and pull the manager's cock out of his pants and start sucking on it. I will admit it was a nice cock. Then my mother-in-law joined her and my mom helped the manager take off his clothes. Then it was his turn to play with my tits and nipples while I sucked his cock and balls. Everyone else played with my pussy or tickled me.
I could tell he was about to cum, but before he could he pulled out of my mouth and shot his load all over my breasts. My mom and mother-in-law licked up his cum from my tits, while my sister and best-friend cleaned his cock. Then he knelt down and started licking my pussy, while my sister rubbed my clit. It didn't take me long to have a huge orgasm. I'm also a squirter, so I soaked the manager's face with my own juices.
I closed my eyes during the orgasm and when I opened them again, I saw all four women licking and sucking the manager's cock and balls. Soon he was hard again and I felt him slip right inside me. I was very wet, but it still took a little time to get all of his cock inside me. I have a little bit of hair above my pussy, other-wise I'm shaved. My lips are fat and get really wet. There was a sloppy wet sound coming from my pussy as he drilled his cock into me. Then a popping sound when he'd pull out. He'd rub my clit a little, before putting it back in. Someone was always sucking on my breasts and playing with my nipples. Soon I was close to coming and so was he, then I felt someone's finger in my ass and looked down to see it was my own mother. My pussy clenched up into a huge orgasm and I squeezed his cock so hard that he started coming too, shooting ropes of cum into my fat, wet pussy.
"Arrrgh!" I shouted.
"Fuck!" he yelled.
We both caught our breath for a minute and then my mother and mother-in-law were lapping at my pussy licking out his cum, while my sister and my best friend were cleaning the manager's cock.
After the manager got dressed he pulled out a gorgeous dress and it fit like a glove. It was perfect. "Why didn't you show me this first?" I asked.
"What would be the fun in that?" he replied.
My friends had hired a couple of strippers for my bachelorette party. I was drunk and they were hot, so it wasn't long before I was making out with them. They were grabbing and playing with my tits, so I figured why not let them see them and I took off my shirt. They dove in and soon my nipples and breasts were being mauled by two men dressed as firemen. Well, by now they just had the hats on, but when they arrived it was the full outfit. Through their briefs, I could see they had nice cocks, but before I could get a look at their hoses, my best friend had pulled them away and was talking to them. I knew I was in trouble when they all turned to look at me with wicked grins on their faces.
"It seems that the bride to be is ticklish," One of the strippers said. "Is that true?"
"No!" I lied, getting up to run away.
"Not so fast," the other said, pulling my arms over my head, while everyone else tickled me. I jumped and thrashed about trying to kick and punch anyone I could.
"We need to tie her down," my sister said. I vowed to get my revenge one day.
Soon I was stripped naked and tied to the dining room table.
It wasn't long before feathers, electric toothbrushes and anything else was used on my body to tickle me. My nipples were rock hard again and my pussy was wet. The strippers had each shoved their fingers in me, bringing me close to orgasm.
One of the gifts I had received, which had been opened before the strippers arrived, was a vibrator, a powerful one.
"Let's break this in now," My best friend said. The sensation of being vibrated and tickled at the same time was overwhelming. I didn't know whether to cum, laugh or cry. They kept postponing my orgasm until finally, they let me cum and boy did I. I shot out a wide stream of juice from my pussy to put out my own small fire. Then the strippers took turns between my pussy and my mouth. Finally, when it was time for them to cum, they both shot their loads all over my breasts, which my friends and sister all licked up, after cleaning the stripper's cocks of course. After the strippers left, my friends and sister tickled me some more and vibed me to orgasm once more, just for fun.
For the wedding rehearsal, we just had our family at the church. Everything went fine. It was a hot day and I was still being a rebel, so I wore a thin white shirt without a bra and my big old breasts swayed to and fro like the clapper of one of the church bells suspended above us. I wasn't sure who was more shocked and embarrassed, the priest or my father. Fuck them. It was hot and I wanted to be comfortable. The first couple of times went good, but not good enough for the priest. Apparently, I was joking around too much, because the priest said, "You may now tickle the bride," instead of kiss the bride. Then I heard someone say, "Get them!"
Before I knew it my husband and I were naked and tied down to two long tables. I wrongly assumed that the women would tickle me again and that they tied up my husband to keep him from trying to stop it or freaking out. And believe me, he was freaking out. But soon I was surrounded by the men. My father, father- in-law and all the groomsmen. 'Oh shit', I thought, 'this is going to be bad,'
"Now we'll see who has the last laugh," the priest said in my ear while looking at my tits. I looked and saw the women had surrounded my husband. Suddenly, I heard the priest shout, "Now!" and we were both set upon by multiple hands. My tits were bouncing all over the place. The priest must have liked what he saw because he leaned down and starting sucking on them. Then he started flicking my nipples with his tongue. He looked up when he noticed me staring at him and said, "What? I'm only human," then went back to work.
"These two are perfect for each other," I heard my mother say. "They both get turn on by tickling." Then I noticed my husband's cock was hard and throbbing. Then I saw my mother and mother-in-law taking turns sucking his cock. My attention was brought back to between my legs when I felt someone licking my pussy. It was my father. It was bad because it was my father, but it was good because it felt great. Now I understood why my mother screamed several nights a week when I was growing up. Before I could cum the priest shoved my dad out of the way and replaced his tongue inside my pussy. Okay, he wasn't very good, but he did get points for enthusiasm. When my father rubbed my clit and I lost it and sprayed the priest with my juice. Then I heard my husband groan and looked just in time to watch my mother-in-law swallow his seed.
Before I could really enjoy the sight, my view was blocked by the priest, now naked, shoving his cock in my face. "Suck it!" he demanded. I did and it didn't take long for him to cum.
"Wow! That was quick," my mother said and everyone laughed. Embarrassed, the priest grabbed his clothes and fled.
I soon had another cock in my face. My father's this time. I sucked it with pleasure, while I felt my father-in-law slide his long, thin cock inside me. They switched places until they both came, my father in my pussy and my father-in-law in my mouth. My husband was getting the same treatment from my mother and mother-in-law. One sat on his face the other his cock. They both too had powerful orgasms, while my husband shot his cum inside my mother.
Everyone rested a bit after that. We were untied, but the orgy continued back at the hotel with everyone getting naked and doing whatever with whoever.
I looked at my husband and we smiled at each other, knowing our lives would be filled with sex and laughter for years to come.
I hide my journal, but pull it out every now and then and read about that great couple of days when we had our tickle wedding. |
19,542 | You Must | Ashson | NonConsent/Reluctance | 2013-03-29 | 2013-03-29 | 2022-01-01 15:48:19 | 1 | literotica.com | https://www.literotica.com/s/you-must | He doesn't care what she want. He's going to take her. | ['Coercion', 'Compulsion', 'Force', 'Ravishment'] | 4 | Kelly was pacing the floor, wondering what on earth she should do. She'd explained to Paul and he'd hit the roof. Sure, he'd fix things up for her, she had no need to worry about that. It was the other thing.
He had flatly stated that he was going to come around tonight and have sex with her, and she didn't want him to. It wasn't as though she was his girlfriend, after all. He had no right to ask her for sex.
The trouble is, a little voice whispered to her, he isn't asking. He flatly stated that he was going to come around and screw her arse off, and he didn't give a damn if she agreed or not.
Would he really come and take her even if she said no? Kelly had a lowering feeling that he would. He wasn't even going to ask if she wanted to, he was just going to take her.
Morbidly, Kelly tried to imagine how it would be. Would he just push her to the floor, rip off her clothes and take her right there in the hall? Would he bother to undress her or just pull down her panties and take her bent over the nearest piece of furniture?
What would it be like, just being taken and having no say in the matter? Should she struggle or just yield gracefully?
Maybe she should co-operate? Maybe that would calm him down. He'd sounded awfully mad when she spoke to him.
Kelly paced and dithered.
Did she want him to make love to her? She couldn't even answer that. She'd never thought of him as a lover. And it hadn't sounded very lover like when he said what he did.
If she co-operated, would he take her to bed and make love to her slowly or would he just take that as permission to take her?
She was back to that again, she realised. She looked at the couch in the lounge room. It was big and comfortable, with wide arms. She suddenly had a mental picture of herself, bent over the arm of that couch, bottom shining in the light and her panties around her ankles while Paul ruthlessly took her from behind. She shuddered, but if asked if it was from dread or anticipation, she couldn't have said.
Maybe he would want to watch her face while he took her. Then she'd have to be on her back while he leaned over her. Maybe she would be lying on the couch with her panties cast aside.
Kelly groaned. All this thinking was driving her wild. She'd have to think about something else.
What should she wear? Jeans, so it would be hard for him to take them off? A skirt, so all he would have to do is lift it to get at her? Maybe wear a negligee and show him she was willing and ready.
But she didn't know if she was willing or ready. That was the worst part, not knowing if she wanted him to when she knew damn well he was going to.
Did she want him to master her? What would it be like to be mastered and forced to obey his whims? She couldn't imagine but this nagging little feeling was warning her that she might be about to find out.
Would it be quick or would he take his time? Would he want to touch her first or was it going to be punishment and meant to hurt?
Kelly considered that last. No, she decided. Even if he was making her, he would try to make sure she enjoyed it. Did she want to enjoy it, she wondered?
Would this be a once off or would he want to take her again? If she let him have his way without protest, would he see that as a sign that he could come back and take her again whenever he wanted to?
Kelly paced. Maybe she just wouldn't let him in? Sounded good, but she couldn't hide from him forever. And if he got mad enough he was likely to walk into her work, drag her aside and take her there. How embarrassing would that be?
Kelly's mind flitted around the idea of Paul coming into her work and dragging her into the back room to ravish her, while the other girls looked on. She giggled. Would they be shocked or envious?
Maybe if she just co-operated it would be over fast. A wham, bam, thank-you ma'am. Somehow, she suspected not. She didn't think a quick dip of the wick fitted in with Paul's comment of coming around and screwing her arse off. That sounded more like someone who intended to take his time.
Once again her mind fastened on the image of herself bent over the arm of the couch, this time with her naked, bottom in the air while Paul took her from behind, arms around her playing with her breasts.
Kelly could feel her nipples puckering at the thought.
She sighed. If Paul didn't come soon she'd have an orgasm just anticipating what might happen.
He was coming right on dinner time. Would he expect her to give him dinner, and if so should she give it to him before or after? Silly question, she decided. If he really screws my arse off I won't feel like doing any cooking, and if he wants dinner first I wouldn't be able to eat. He can go hungry.
What if he decides to eat you, said a little voice, and Kelly shuddered again.
Where was the damned man? Why was he making her wait? Maybe he won't come after all, she thought happily. Yes, he will, that stupid little voice told her.
Kelly paced and fretted.
The ring of the doorbell was a relief. She'd be calm but polite and explain that sex was out of the question. That would do it. He'd be reasonable. He always was.
Kelly opened the door, and her heart sank. One look at Paul and she just knew he was not going to be reasonable. She stepped back nervously, letting him in and then headed into the lounge room.
Turning to face him, Kelly tried to explain.
"Paul, I know you're a little upset, but if you just stop and consider..."
She stopped.
"What are you doing?"
"I'm undoing your blouse, sweetheart," came the answer, which was blindingly obvious. She could see he was undoing her blouse.
"Well stop it," snapped Kelly. "I'm trying to explain things to you."
"No. And I don't want explanations," Paul told her, turning her around and pulling her blouse off.
While her back was to him Kelly could feel his hand trying to unclip her bra and spun back to face him.
"Will you stop that?" she snapped, glaring at Paul, even as she felt her bra falling away.
"I am not going to let you make love to me," she told him firmly. "It's just not on."
Paul laughed.
"I'm not exactly waiting for permission, you may have noticed. I am going to make love to you and I'm going to do it right now and I'm quite sure you know that. You've probably already had fantasies about where and how."
Kelly flicked a guilty glance at the couch and blushed when she heard Paul laugh again.
"I see. In here on the couch, instead of in a nice comfortable bed. How daring of you."
"I don't know what you're talking about," protested Kelly, "and stop trying to undo my skirt."
"I'm not trying. It is undone," murmured Paul, adroitly stopping Kelly from grabbing the skirt as it started to slip off.
"Now the question is, what did your fantasy with the couch involve? Were you lying on it?"
"It's all in your imagination, Paul. There was no fantasy and there's going to be no sex," Kelly persisted.
"Says the girl standing there in her panties," murmured Paul. "So, not lying down. Were you bending over the arm?"
Seeing the guilty look on Kelly's face, Paul nodded.
"Then by all means, bend over and show me how you thought it might go."
For a moment Kelly stood resolute. She didn't have to do this. He couldn't really make her. She saw the determination on Paul's face and capitulated.
Reluctantly moving over to the couch she bent over, hand resting on the seat but her bottom nicely hoisted into the air.
"Very nice," she heard Paul murmur, as he moved up behind her. "However, I bet in your imagination you weren't wearing these."
Kelly felt him slowly pulling her panties down, tapping her ankle to get her to step out of them.
"It seems to me," said Paul, hand moving smoothly over Kelly's bottom, "that this is also an invitation to a good spanking. You might like to remember that in future."
Kelly felt her bottom quailing at the thought. Paul was a very large man with very large hands. If he spanked her it would hurt. Another thought crossed her mind. If he has large hands and feet, does that also mean he has a large... She refused to consider it, and remained where she was, nervously waiting.
He wouldn't, Kelly thought. Not really. He's just trying to scare me. Then she felt a hand stroking her lips, teasing them apart, and something was pressing against them.
Kelly gulped. Oh, god, oh, god, oh, god. He's really going to do it. I won't say anything. I won't react. I'll make him think it doesn't matter.
Paul eased Kelly's lips further apart, pressing gently between them. Satisfied that she was actually ready for him he swiftly pressed home.
Kelly felt Paul intrude on her and shrieked. She couldn't help it. She'd been thinking of this happening for hours it seemed to her, and now that it was happening her body was ready and waiting. As Paul pushed forward Kelly found her bottom lifting and she was pushing towards him, helping him sink fully into her with that first initial thrust.
Paul paused, slightly startled with the eagerness with which Kelly had accepted him. He remained there, just moving slightly, giving Kelly time to adjust to him and accept his presence. He could feel her moving against him, first trying to adjust to him but now restlessly, wanting more.
Kelly was annoyed with herself. Decide not to react and then I scream like a banshee and practically jump on him. Great start. OK, girl, just take it easy when he starts to do you and pretend that you don't care.
She tensed as she felt Paul start to withdraw, and was horrified to hear herself groaning as he pulled back so slowly. She swallowed, trying to keep quiet and cursed as she found herself shrieking again when Paul drove forward once more.
Kelly sighed and gave up indifference as a lost cause. Pretty hard to pretend you don't care when you're moaning and screaming and trying to swallow him all at the same time. She relaxed and went with the flow, her bottom lifting to meet Paul's thrusts before slowly sinking as he withdrew.
Paul was feeling somewhat startled. For someone who had been protesting that she didn't want this, Kelly was making him work to keep up with her. He was sure she was going to climax at any moment and he was only just getting a decent rhythm going.
Paul's suspicions proven correct, with Kelly suddenly twisting and squirming under him, gasping in relief. Paul slowed a little, letting her readjust to him before increasing the tempo again.
Now that Kelly had lost her initial edge she seemed to have settled down and was quite content to match him, letting him set the pace. Paul saw no reason to hurry and took his time, maximising his enjoyment of this lovely woman and taking her with him, giving her slowly building pleasure.
The next time Kelly rose to a climax, Paul was right there with her, letting his own climax flow and letting Kelly know that it was there.
Standing behind her afterwards, still holding her against him, Paul leaned over and said those three magic words.
"What's for dinner?"
The message filtered through the haze that Kelly felt, eventually making sense. She tried to straighten, only to find that Paul was still holding her bent over the couch.
"I'm not cooking for you," she snapped. "If you're hungry, go home and eat."
Paul pulled back a little, letting Kelly stand.
"How about I order a pizza," he said. "You like margherita, don't you?"
"I'm not hungry," retorted Kelly, to be promptly betrayed by a rumbling from her stomach.
"I'll order a couple," Paul said. "You're going to need you're strength."
"What do you mean?" asked Kelly, suspicious.
"Well, we've got off to a good start but it's going to be a long night for you. Better eat now before I take you to your bedroom for a continuation."
Kelly blinked. He couldn't. He wouldn't.
She sighed. He probably both could and would. Well, they'd just see who called it quits first. |
19,543 | You Only Learn Twice | TheyCallMeDelly | NonConsent/Reluctance | 2013-07-03 | 2013-07-03 | 2022-01-01 15:48:21 | 1 | literotica.com | https://www.literotica.com/s/you-only-learn-twice | Taken to keep their scandalous love a secret. | ['Bus Driver', 'Gangbang', 'Group', 'Lies', 'Nonhuman', 'Romance', 'School', 'Student', 'Teacher'] | 3.2 | *READ "You Only Love Once" first! This is a sequel and requires prior knowledge!
Note: This was written during Hurricane Sandy on an iPod/iPad, so spelling, grammatical, and punctuation might be an issue. Don't be harsh...I had no Internet or TV for 10 days, houses got swept out to sea...Some details have been changed since the first story and keep an eye out for symbolism! (6-27-13)
Chapter 1: This Plan Z Can't Possibly Fail
Winter took its toll on our rural New Jersey town rather quickly. Dirty piles of snow iced the roads as infant flakes raced down to the earth to fulfill a short, innocent life. As my body soaked in the steamy air from my hot morning shower, Lakewind remained quaint and silent. March was considered beautification month, in which harsh viruses would endure a slow death and flowers would be granted permission to sprout from the once frigid soil. Thoughts swirled around in my mind, acting as if it were the gentle winter morning breeze tapping on my bathroom window. While I stood in the midst of the rushing water, my insecurity with being alone surrounded me. Ace's voice gradually entered my mind, coaxing and feeding the hungry impulse. Yet, I would happily respond just for the Hell of it!
_"Oh, mi luna," Ace beamed, warmly. "Buenos días. You're looking beautiful this morning."_
_"Buenos dias, mi sol," I giggled, lathering my tired muscles with the suds. "I missed you this weekend."_
_"No tengas miedo (Have no fear). We shall spend this morning together before school starts."_
_"You like what you see, big boy?" I seductively cooed with a smirk._
_"¡Claro que sí! (Of course!)"_
It had been approximately two weeks since I lost my innocence to Ace on my 18th birthday. It was hard to believe that we were at death's door only months before. Our relationship was going steadfast and it became more enjoyable by the day after Ace and I recovered from our injuries. Sex was occasional after we consummated our relationship, however. I didn't want it to develop into a "parasitic fiasco" as my mother described it.
The night Ace and I first slept together was when she discovered our scandalous rendezvous. The large Lakewind High School District bus in the driveway was the first giveaway. When my mother burst into my room and discovered us, she almost shattered Ace's ribs again while she was whipped up in a fury. My mother threw herself into my bed in an expected rage, kicking and punching Ace to the ground.
"I'm 18!" I shouted, struggling to force my body between Ace's and hers. "I can be with whoever I want!"
"You turned 18 today! This horn dog is going to use you for five minute flings and ruin your future!"
After 20 minutes of brawling and bawling, I cooled her down and forced her to take a seat at the kitchen table. Then, I called Ace back in so we could maturely discuss our intentions and apologize for our indecency. Eventually, my mother begrudgingly allowed Ace and I to be together as long as we conducted ourselves sensibly. Unlike many teenage girls, I could honorably keep that promise.
"He is no boy," her voice folded. "However, if you claim to be in love with my daughter, then I have no grounds to charge you under the law. Anna is eighteen, but she is still my daughter and I will encourage her to do what is sound for her promising future. She does not need a hindrance right now, especially with college in the next few months."
Ace was a true gentleman and being older had its perks. He baffled my mother with his charm and mesmerizing Spanish accent as he sweetly justified his love for me. He wanted to cherish and support me genuinely. Ace's intention wasn't to ruin my future with a baby or living with him. However, it became obvious that his presence was unwanted around my house.
****
"You think anyone will see us?" Ace trembled with a pale face.
"No, the windows are pretty dark. Besides, no one is walking around here anyway and they most certainly wouldn't approach an abandoned bus." I reassured sweetly, while pushing him into the driver's seat.
Ace smiled when he heard my little purrs for attention as I threw my right leg over his lap and straddled him. After tossing my panty to the side, I roughly ground my pussy on the budge forming underneath his jeans.
"Whoa!" he chuckled, wriggling his pants and underwear to his knees. "Why the rush?"
His bronze mass was standing up to attention as I gazed down on him. Each time we made love, his size always baffled me. Ace was eight inches of thick, creamy bliss. A uniquely crafted curve upward complimented his beautiful mast as well. I shivered as Ace's heated mocha skin rubbed against my goose-bump speckled back.
"Are you ready?" Ace inquired, slipping a condom over his tamed beast. "I hate these quickies we've been having. Making love shouldn't be rushed..."
With tenderness, Ace leaned forward to seal a torrid kiss as his hairy arms pulled me into a strong hug. His lips were like sugary pillows pressed against my drooling mouth. They were a strawberry rouge and painfully swollen with undeniable lust. After pulling apart, he grabbed ahold of my rear and impaled me with his bulbous tool. I groaned in excitement as Ace was burrowing a place in my most sensitive area. The condom shamelessly tamed my clit while I struggled to slam his swollen flesh into my oozing flower. His raspy moans echoed through the bus as the electrifying sensation surrounded him. My body shuttered as his old, soft emerald eyes gazed up at me while I took a calmer stride above him.
"You've been a good boy, huh?" I growled at him on the brim of orgasm. "You love my body, don't you?!"
"Yes!" he shouted, barely in touch with reality. "Such a good boy! I love you so much."
Ace picked up his pace, pumping deeper and faster. He gripped my rib cage as he tugged my pussy tighter to his body. We lasted for ten minutes before reaching our high, clutching onto each other and gasping for breaths. Spilling rope after rope, Ace burst inside of his lubricated sheath with a sharp yelp. A warm, slimy sensation filled my stomach as I flexed my tight muscles around his dripping cock, ensuring that not a drop was left inside of him. My pelvic region helplessly writhed as Ace quaked on his tippy-toes. Exhausted from the intense explosion of hormones, I rested my head on his shoulder while he pressed his hot, moist lips against my pale left cheek.
Our bodies were entwined on the searing driver's seat with all portals of light engulfed in condensation. The air was charged and musky with a suffocating caliber of ecstasy. Snuggled in Ace's muscular, furry arms was a fantasy my mind marinated in. However, when I caught a brief glimpse at my wristwatch, I shot up out of his lap and threw my skinny jeans on hurriedly. We were parked across the street from Lakewind High School at an old abandoned farm lot. It was 7:21 AM and I only had four minutes to spare before the late bell rang.
"Thank you, sol," I winked at him, hopping off of the bus. "I'll be falling asleep during my classes!"
"Sex is the best 'energizer!'" Ace called out. "Give me a kiss before you go, my love!"
I rolled my eyes playfully then quickly ran up the bus steps and pecked his cheek. I heard him laugh as I struggled to tug my hundred-pound backpack down the stairs. When I gazed up at Ace in the driver's seat, his eyes were twinkling with raw satisfaction.
"When will you be here to pick me up?" I asked, ensuring my pupils grew puppy- like.
"Remember that I'm resuming the 72 run today. All of the original kids are coming back onto this route now that we have a replacement bus. If you're staying after school, just text me. I will come back for you."
"Ugh!" I snarled, then continued running toward the B-Wing entrance. "I wanted you for myself. Text me later! I love you, Ace!"
"Cálmate, mi luna! ¡Te amo también y hasta luego! (Calm down, my moon. I love you too and see you later!)
While I sprinted across the road, a dark navy blue Cadillac was slowly trailing behind me. The driver revved their engine a few times and almost collided with my calves. When I successfully made it to the other side, I waved my middle finger at their tinted window and mumbled an obscenity. As I crossed over Francis Avenue, large charred grey clouds made their way hastily across the sky. When I went to take one more glance back at Ace's bus in the parking lot, the bus was nowhere in sight and a sudden chill flew to the tip of my spine. As if an impulsive response, all of the muscles in my shoulders and neck tightened. Glaring back down at my watch, reality set in and I continued to race across the school's grass patch of a lawn and toward the side entrance. As I entered through the doors, the sky began to open up and the sun slowly waved its welcome to the hurting world of doomed and misled young people.
Chapter Two: Mayonnaise is Not an Instrument
Within two hectic periods of rigorous work and consistent worrying about exams, my head was overrun with stress and exhaustion. I arrived at my English classroom at 9:15 AM, which was exactly five minutes early according to my watch. For this class, I was assigned a lovable whack job to teach my AP English section. Mr. Bryan Wilbur was the polar opposite of repulsive. He was 6'2, slender, somewhere in his thirties, and a harsh snow white. His face, while youthful, had a dark, eerie essence about it. It was an indication of a remarkable, esoteric passion that was lurking inside.
Now, I wasn't lusting after him. Ace was my surreal description of a man: Charming emerald eyes with a rough Spanish/Bronx accent. However, Mr. Wilbur had an off putting connotation about him. But, it was that arrogance I admired him for. He had such a passion and respect for analyzing both American and British literature, but he was rather solitary and dark-humored. Of course, I was the only student who appreciated his complexity in all of his classes.
When I entered the room, I tossed my disheveled pile of binders onto my desk. Before I even pulled my chair out to sit down, the startling sound of a ruler cracked, echoing off of the walls. Without turning toward the source, I skittishly threw myself into the chair.
"Anna!" Mr. Wilbur's sinister voice accused. "You're late!"
The class of 24 others giggled as Mr. Wilbur stood before my desk and rest his ruler upon it, leaning his two palms on top. My eyes slowly trailed up from the bulge in his pants all the way up to his scorn-filled gaze. I met his disappointed, frigid stare with surging bravery.
"Well..." I managed to stammer. "My watch said it was 9:15...I thought I was early. Plus, everyone was sitting in their seats!"
"The day the _all_ of your classmates are here on time is when Hell surely freezes over," Mr. Wilbur sneered in a strident tone, attempting to raise support from the class. "Guaranteed."
His eyes were a fierce auburn, captivating my inner thoughts. As I continued to stare up at him, the giggling and obnoxious whispering from the other students ensued. "They should fuck and get it over with," "Does she know her jaw fell to the ground?", or "No wonder Anna got into the literary magazine!" filled the room under low murmurs.
"Silence!" Mr. Wilbur snarled back at the class. The chattering came to a halt and the class cocked their heads to attention. He made his way back over to his laptop on his bulky, grey, 1970's desk. On the screen were the notes we were taking that day. As Mr. Wilbur walked away, I sulked down into my seat, embarrassed and still apprehensive. The looming glare of the other students continued as I managed to pull myself together and finally pick my head up toward the board.
While Mr. Wilbur continued in his presentation of "The Use of Rhetoric," our eyes continuously met and his exuberated bad intentions, which made my heart clench as I scribbled down notes. The period seemed as if it would never end as the forty-five minutes dragged on. He was torturing me with his... malevolent smirk... the smirk of a madman. His eyes mirrored the sadistic, unnerving thoughts that were manifesting in his frail, vampire-white body.
Of course, I stupidly kept 'being tardy to class' as the reason why Mr. Wilbur was revealing his new, unseen side of himself to me. No one else in the classroom noticed. "Click. Click." chanted the clock as my heart trembled with dread. The worst part was that the arms of the clock could be heard as a slight whisper only when the classroom was silent. However, even while Mr. Wilbur lectured the class, the arms of the clock clicked as if they were ensconced in my eardrum.
"DING!"
Within ten seconds, the twenty-four students flew out of their chairs, gathered their mountains of books, and nonchalantly strolled out of the door toward their next class at the sound of the period dismissal bell. However, I had the motor skills of a developing toddler due to my diffidence. As I squirmed around, attempting to gather my overflowing binders and thick AP books, a searing pain in my chest suddenly struck me until I had to gather my breath silently. Bryan Wilbur had his evil eyes on me. When my books were at hand, I gazed around the classroom and realized I was alone: what I didn't want to happen.
Mr. Wilbur remained behind his desk as mine was only a few paces away. As he hastily flipped through papers, Mr. Wilbur looked over at me with a placid, light-hearted smile. His demeanor promptly changed as if it were a flip of a switch.
"Anna," Mr. Wilbur finally spoke, calmly. "Would you pull up a chair to my desk?"
He didn't have to repeat the command twice. I was next to his desk with a chair in a flash. He wheeled his chair nearer to mine, as our knees gently rubbed together. I let out a little gasp as our bodies touched. A weird sensation tingled throughout me, one I'd never felt before. An uneasy sensation.
"How have you been, Anna?" Mr. Wilbur asked, gazing into my eyes.
"As fine as I could be," I blurted out, the first thing coming to my mind.
"Are you curious as to why I snarled at you before?"
"Actually, yes. This is my first tardy offense, so what's the issue?"
"Well," Mr. Wilbur began to explain. "I've been noticing some changes in your performance within the past ten days. You seem a bit exhausted and overworked."
"If that was the case, why did you embarrass me in front of those...those heathens?! You didn't hear them whispering about us?"
My tone of voice seemed to make Mr. Wilbur rather anxious than angered. He reached out and patted the top of my hand.
"Calm down," Mr. Wilbur reassured, with a thin-lined smile. "I just wanted to gain your attention. By the way, is your blood sugar low? You look like you're going to faint on me."
I could barely keep my eyelids open and my heart clenched onto the minimal amount of oxygen it had left. I was dehydrated and I hadn't eaten since the night before due to endless voids of thesis papers. My body was exhausted while my head pulsated as it searched for water to appease the biological warfare brewing within.
"Do you have any water, Mr. Wilbur?" I bated my eyelashes with a hint of reluctance.
"I may have a bottle in one of these drawers," Mr. Wilbur replied, animatedly. "Sometimes I have them in here for my lunch break."
Turning to his left, Mr. Wilbur reached down to the third drawer closest to the ground and found a few Swedish Springs water bottles rolling about inside. With his long, elegant and pale fingers, Mr. Wilbur snatched up one of them and handed it to me so fluidly. I was taken back at the speed of his actions, but dehydration clouded my usually critical judgment. Sneakily, I examined the water bottle from top to bottom. Only one problem was found: the safety seal was HALF broken.
I quickly attempted to justify it to my conscience. "It's _half_ broken. He couldn't get anything inside and why would he do anything to me? There's no reason..."
With a silent prayer, I cracked opened the cap of the water bottle and threw my head back, taking a long, pirate-like swig of the water. After I raced to swallow it, my throat and stomach were already comforted by the reintroduction of water to my system. He smirked when I appeared to be relieved by the needed drink.
"You're good now?" Mr. Wilbur instigated, patting my hands for a second time.
I mindlessly nodded. Although, internally, my organs were excited for their thirst quenched, my body entirely became more sluggish. My vision transitioned into slow motion and sounds echoed. I glared at Mr. Wilbur for some positive reassurance as to what was happening. Instead, Mr. Wilbur donned a wicked smile I'd never forget.
"Almost all of you students are the same," Mr. Wilbur grimaced as his pale expression coldly grew darker. "Swaying your tight asses and dripping pussies in my face! Every semester, they taunt me with their hormonal hints in the classroom then leave me to rot. Most female students tease, but not you, right?"
In my chair, my jaw was almost touching the floor, as my classmate Jennifer said previously. He's a madman, I knew it! I was thinking he was only playing around before because that's what he does, but not this time. As I bawled out nonsense, I soon realized what he had done to that water.
"That water is going to quench your thirst of approval. Because you're my best, most honorable student, I'll give you the slight benefit of the doubt. I mean, c'mon Anna, the seal was _half_ -broken after all. You can't tease a starved lion with a bucket of raw meat and expect him to lie there after years of torment..."
Heaving random fragments of words, my heart sank when I realized rohypnol and diphenhydramine were coursing through my fresh adult veins. Due to my pursuit of a college major, I had learned about these tranquilizers over the years. However, I was taught more thoroughly than what would be done in health classes. The districts will teach you that these drugs are "very bad." Rigorous chemistry courses say "look at how many uses these medicines have, but a harsh dosage can result in a slow, grotesque death!"
Based on my symptoms, it seemed as if Mr. Wilbur took hundreds of pills of each drug and ground them into his cloudy concoction. My eyes slowly shut as I sprawled onto the white tile floor of the classroom. I groaned in pain, however, I swiftly silenced my complaints out of fear of what would happen next. Mr. Wilbur knelt down beside my aching body and tugged at my flowing curls to sit up and face him.
"I saw you and the bus driver getting it on like a bunch of rabbits this morning..." Mr. Wilbur's voice dripped with harsh laughter and torment, teasing me for a response. "That was me, herding you with my Caddy earlier. I have to admit it was quite a turn on for me. Then I realized I had you right where I wanted you, you whore. After this experience, you will gain some knowledge about taking water, especially _half_ -opened, from anyone, even a 'trusted teacher.' Although you thought you were witty and intelligent, you will learn that MAYONNAISE IS NOT AN INSTRUMENT! Something as innocent or harmless is NOT what it seems, you foolish slut!"
Gradually, my heart was given the command to slow down. As I consciously attempted to go into sleep, I could slightly feel my body being tugged around against the icy, dusty floor tiles. But, I couldn't even protest.
Chapter 3: The Flooding
"Wake up!" a voice jeered, along with a rough smack on the thigh.
My eyes flashed open to be greeted by Mr. Wilbur's dark scowl and painfully bright florescent lights. Suddenly, an icy sensation trickled up my spine. I peered down and I was lying on my desk- bound and naked. Both my arms and feet were bound with thick elastic to pipes from the ceiling going for the building's hot water system. As I began to tug and fight, Mr. Wilbur aggressively shoved himself in between my legs. However, he didn't lay a hand on my trembling soul yet.
"My dear," Mr. Wilbur mocked, while his face was plastered with a smug grin. "Why are you displaying that you have not a shred of trust in me? You think I'll hurt you, don't you?"
Mr. Wilbur was still dressed in his dark cobalt blue dress shirt and creamy tan dress pants. His black hair complemented these colors as the materials were about to fly off. As I went to scream, I started to choke around something that was shoved in between my lips. A ball gag was tightly strapped around my curly head of hair.
Only infantile sputters were blurted from under the gag and he snatched it out of my mouth to hear the empty threats and obscenities I had to spew. As I had the chance, I hacked a mouthful of saliva at him which flew right by his curled thin eyelashes. Surprisingly, he let out a deep, hearty laugh. A laugh filled with torment and violent playfulness with his head thrown back.
"You make this more entertaining for me," Mr. Wilbur sneered, pulling my hips toward him.
"You're a deranged masochist! Why are you doing this to me?! I never did anything to you!" I snarled, trying to shield my exposed body.
"Anna, this is how I show my approval," Mr. Wilbur said plainly. "Address me as Mr. Wilbur or nothing at all. You will do as I say, for you and your lover's rendezvous is in jeopardy. You will submit your mouth and loins to me for the evening."
I bit my lip and sulked, ashamed at myself. I was spread out in front of my crazed English teacher like a piece of meat in order to protect Ace's job and our relationship. If Ace discovered what Wilbur had done, a livestock tranquilizer would've been needed due to his overprotective impulses.
"Are you wet?" Mr. Wilbur asked ghastly, gazing at my glistening folds. "I didn't even lay a hand on you yet! You must be enjoying this deep down!"
"Lay a hand?" I gulped as he began to unbuckle his dress pants. "Please, take it easy on me. I'll do what you want, but can't you see you'll be in jeopardy too?"
Mr. Wilbur slipped off his pants, only left with tight, black briefs outlining his thin, sexy waist, chiseled thighs, and swollen, rounded bulge. He blatantly ignored my questions. When his pants hit the tile, Mr. Wilbur pulled a medium sized whip out of his pocket. It was black and had numerous rugged leather strips attached to the handle. I cringed as he held it in front of my oozing pussy. _"How are you excited right now!?"_ I shouted at my conscience.
"Hel-!" I was cut off from screaming help by Mr. Wilbur ramming the ball gag through my teeth.
"You're my little toy for now! Now, keep your mouth shut or you may not even be conscious to witness the repercussions!"
With one fluid motion, Mr. Wilbur's arm swung down with a loud thwack! My pussy lips oozed while they tingled. A second thwack sounded and I jolted from his unexpected strength. Tears were slowly streaming from my eyes. However, my voice couldn't produce any words. My writhing folds were raw and chapped, quivering as if someone were trying to rip them apart. While I heaved and bawled underneath the gag, Mr. Wilbur's pupils were dilated and lucent with violent passion.
He backed away from my pubic region to my stomach. Massaging my flattened stomach with his soft, heated hands, Mr. Wilbur admired my body's makeup. "Your belly is so muscular and flat," Mr. Wilbur whispered, as if mesmerized. "I can't wait until it's distended from my seed..."
His hot breath trickling down my stomach to my pubic region both excited and sickened me. Ace and I belonged to one another, to hold and to cherish. His voice played over and over in my head as I was disgustingly violated: _"Te amo, mi sol. I love you with all of my heart."_
With the ball gag shoved against my gum line, there was no use trying to scream and fight. I was bound and presented to my perpetrator. My emotions rose in a fury, unsure of what exactly I was feeling at the moment.
"Your pussy is pink," Mr. Wilbur broke my guilty thoughts in a tone dripping with disgust. "I want it red. A dark blood red."
I managed to inhale a huge breath to prepare my body for destruction and unearthly pain. If I was such an admirable student, why was he raping me? Only inferences could sooth my mind temporarily.
"You want to know why I'm doing this?" Mr. Wilbur asked while running his finger along the inner lips of my pussy. "Your writing is so...captivating and genuine. Your diction leaves me baffled each time I read your work. Quite frankly, I could hear your voice repeat those lines with such strength and conviction. It lassos my attention in until the ending carves a hole into my mind, draining the invested emotions I involved with it."
He pulled his fingers away and stood over me. Mr. Wilbur snickered as he witnessed my body impulsively cower beneath him. Tears continued to roll down my face as I shuffled underneath the gag. The unpredictability of the situation was tearing my mindset to pieces.
"Now, in this session," Mr. Wilbur started while wiggling out of his briefs. "We're going to get acquainted with one another. I want to have the same intoxicated stumble that the bus driver had after shagging you. After all, you are my gazelle as I am your lion..."
At his last words, Mr. Wilbur cracked the whip down onto my stomach and the breath was beaten out of me. While he was fidgeting with my gag, the crimson red splatter of pain was still noticeable on my sickly pale skin. Rage surged throughout me at his words. I belonged to no one except Acera, who was my 'wolf.' When Mr. Wilbur removed my gag, my mouth cringed into a scowl. I trusted this man with my art and instead he bent it around and abused me for it. Heartbreak and fury was brewing inside of my mind.
"Ready?" Mr. Wilbur asked, while rubbing the head of his cock around my clit. "Remember that if you make a sound or cry of resistance, be prepared to shutter all night. Understood?"
I nodded my head in compliance. As I stared into his eyes, I felt the presence of something innocent, something tamed. It was as if he wasn't going to hurt me that badly. However, a lurking esoteric motivation was active. His intentions were still unknown in my mind.
With that being said, Mr. Wilbur shoved himself into my canal with such speed. There was a bit of discomfort since my excitement slowly vanished from guilt. Ace was a thick eight inches, while Mr. Wilbur was running in second at maybe 6.5 inches. He wasn't nearly as thick as my Ace!
When he entered my body with no protection, a nauseating feeling swept over me. My body went numb and my imagination died at that moment. He destroyed my innocence and dedication for my true partner. He was defiling my body for his own sick pleasures and my demise.
Mr. Wilbur moaned, wickedly. "Your entrance is so tight around me! Oh, I love it! My balls are tensing up!"
"No! Please don't! I belong to Ace and I can't afford to be pregnant!"
Mr. Wilbur quickened his savage thrusts. The slapping and gurgling of our liquids filled my ears and haunted my battling thoughts. "Submit to me, Anna. Scream that it feels good!"
"Yes!" I cried out, giving into my sensual betrayal. "You feel so huge! Faster!"
"See?" Wilbur grunted, eagerly. "I knew you were going to enjoy it with me. How do you find me inside you?"
I gave him a false opinion to appease him as he continued his bucking: "You're touching crevices that I didn't even know existed! This is so wrong..."
"Yet..." Mr. Wilbur cried out in release. "It feels so...right!"
Within seconds, his cock exploded, coating my insides with warm, thick sin. Relieved, he gently humped into me to ensure his load was flowing deep and let out guttural groans of pleasure. I shuddered as the boiling hot sensation unleashed a violent orgasm within me. As he slowly pulled out, his thick cum spilled out of my pussy and pooled onto the tile floor beneath the desks I was tied to.
"You asshole!" I snarled, struggling against his grip. "Let me go! You're ruining everything for me!"
Hoarse with rage, Mr. Wilbur pulled himself out and backhanded my right cheek. My head flew back due to the harsh force of his fist. Hot tears rolled down my face while my body quaked in shattering pain. The gaze of the Devil was in his eyes.
"You little bitch!" Mr. Wilbur fumed, grabbing ahold of my neck. "You will learn to obey!"
As Mr. Wilbur clamped down on my throat, I was struggling to break free and kick him away. However, Mr. Wilbur's force was too much for my weakened body. Suddenly, he grabbed the tainted water bottle and gripped it in his right hand while his left controlled my air passage. He slid his left hand along my throat, cutting off my oxygen and forcing my mouth to open wide for air. As I gasped and wiggled around, Mr. Wilbur managed to slip the nozzle of the bottle in between my lips, sending the other 12 ounces of tainted sedative to my stomach.
When Mr. Wilbur pulled away, I sputtered for a breath. A nauseated, disgusting weight swelled inside of my stomach. As the filling feeling intensified, voices whispered and shouted in my head. The sedative was working quickly to decimate my consciousness. The voices were enraged and fighting with me. As I tried to decipher them, I realized it was Ace and my mother's voice.
_"You said you loved me! How could you give into another man?"_
_"I warned you that relationship was nothing but trouble! My little girl is ruined! My LITTLE GIRL!!!"_
My heartbeat was beginning to slow while it gradually echoed and quaked in my head. My vision blurred as Mr. Wilbur once again stood above me with his whip and what appeared to be a dildo covered in rounded spikes. As I took my last breath and bared my neck, I mumbled my last words before I slipped into unconsciousness: _Amo mi sol mismo._
"Suck it!" Mr. Wilbur snarled as he shoved his sticky, semi-hard cock into my face.
Before Mr. Wilbur could reprimand me, I was gone. My sight was hindered by darkness and I was no longer aware of what was happening to me. All I could hear were the mundane murmurs of a sedated heart.
Chapter 4: Give Into the Night
The air cut at my skin with its frigid icy essence. Although it was March, New Jersey was still captivated by the late snowfall and hailstorms. When I opened my eyes, pain flashed through my entire body. As I attempted to shift my right leg, the quadriceps in my thighs locked up and my ribs tensed up as if they were broken. The scarlet LED lights whirred into my corneas just as I shifted my body up. I was laying on the sidewalk along the teachers' parking lot.
My body, only covered with my cotton panty, was coated in bruises. Each time I made a move, a muscle would quiver with error. He must've screwed me repeatedly since my vagina was oozing blood and sore. The crisp, cold air wasn't helping the fact that I was lying on the freezing cement naked. When my sight returned, a pine tree was purposely shading my presence from cars passing by the main driveway. As I slowly stood, a loud clank sounded as if something hit the ground.
While I searched for my clothes, an electronic voice gurgled from somewhere.
"You're awake, my dear?" the familiar voice instigated, sounding like it was coming from a radio. "Look under the tree for the microphone. You have to keep this on you ALL night."
After a minute of searching, my hands quivered at the icy, plastic touch of the microphone next to the thick trunk of the Douglas Fir. Inspecting the object, it appeared as if it were a thin, minuscule earpiece. I slid it over the crest of my ear and gently ensconced the speaker into the hole.
"That's it," Mr. Wilbur's voice mockingly coaxed. "Now, Ace will be here in ten minutes. I will give you the instructions now so that you don't fuck up later."
"Yes, sir," I complied. "What are they?"
"Well, first," his voice skipped a beat with sudden bewilderment. "Thank you for finally showing some respect! It will treat you well, I assure you. Now, you are to keep this ear piece activated and with you at all times. You are NOT to tell Ace about the microphone or our...little love dance. While you were gagging on my cock, I managed to send your fuckbuddy a text from your phone to find you here."
"But you didn't give me clothes?!" I whined, while shaking from the crisp chill in the night air. "Where are you, sir? What else do you want me to do?"
"So attentive, my dear," Mr. Wilbur's voice extolled with a rich aroused tone. "I feel myself getting excited again...But, lastly, I want you to drink the water in a bottle underneath the pine tree. You HAVE TO drink it. This is to protect you AND Ace. After you drink the water and Ace shows up, lead him into the school through the auditorium entrance. I am still in the classroom. If he asks any questions, say nothing."
"Yes, sir," I managed to grimace.
"Clothes aren't even going to matter after this!" he cackled mockingly.
Fifteen minutes passed before the Blue Bird Vision came roaring down the parking lot with such urgency. The effects of the water I quaffed were taking a toll quicker than the one previously. As the bus pulled up to meet me lying on the pavement naked, Ace's expression was the polar opposite of thrilled. As fast as he could, Ace threw the bus into park and leaped out onto his feet.
"Anna! What in the hell happened to you!?" Ace shouted, hoarse with rage and concern. "Oh my God! Your face! Your body ruined!"
Forgetting about my prior situation for thirty seconds, I indulged myself in wrapping myself in his arms as he attempted to scent out the perpetrator. My body was convulsing, the coldness taking on a more extreme form than I had ever experienced before.
"Your face..." Ace caught a sob in his throat while throwing his hairy, warm arms around my body on the ground. "It's all bloody and your body is all gashed up... This is my fault! I knew something was wrong!"
"Hey!" Mr. Wilbur's voice jumped in the speaker, startling me. "Take him into the school before you pass out again! Now!"
I shook my head, not wanting to reveal Bryan Wilbur's intentions. So much pressure was pinned down on me at that moment. If I revolted against Mr. Wilbur's wishes, he would've probably beaten me to death. On top of that, I wanted to save Ace from unnecessary jail time. With the harsh coldness of the air, the presence of my trauma was becoming more evident to sensory cortex.
"Ace," I acknowledged him in a bold, forceful tone. "Come with me, please. You HAVE to."
"What about the hospital?! I'm going to destroy the sick fuck that did this to you! Mark my words! They messed with the wrong woman! Anna, come and let us get help! We have to hurry! Is he still around here? Who was he!?"
"He...he raped me..." The tears came gushing as I violently sobbed in his arms. "He raped me...and it hurt so bad..."
At that moment, I struggled to give him a serious glare through my hysterical tears. Ace's emerald eyes lost its shine and a frown quivering with fright grew on his face. Remembering my alternative, I gently took Ace's hands and held a strong grip on his palm. If Ace and I could exist in a world of our own, it would be free of judgment, free of revenge. Only passion would dance with jubilance while it coincided with our everlasting, blossoming love. It would slowly snake around our two bodies and beckon us with its convincing, blatantly strident call-
"Anna!" Mr. Wilbur's voice carelessly interrupted my fantasy. It was a symptom from the fresh concoction I was forced to consume. "Hurry up! It's almost 7 o' clock."
My head snapped to attention. I had to bring Ace into the high school at all costs. Quickly, I jumbled around an excuse and jumped on it as soon as it could make some sense.
"Mi sol, (My sun)" I whispered, turning toward Ace's body. "Tiene que ir en allí. (You have to go in there.)"
"¿Por qué? (Why?) Ace trembled, waiting for a truthful response.
"WHOA! WHOA!" Mr. Wilbur barked into the microphone. "NO SPANISH! What the Hell is this?! Just come into the auditorium!"
I attempted to hold an optimistic stare with Ace's jaded eyes. I inhaled deeply as I responded to Ace's question.
"Mi sol, quiero que me sigas. (Nothing, follow me.)"
Taking him by the hand a second time, I cantered across the rough, icy cement with my bare feet. Worry lined his face as we begrudgingly walked toward the auditorium entrance. At that moment, Ace's grip read his rage like the page of a book. Guilt had its hold around my neck as my conscience continued to taunt me while I reached for the door. The darkness emitted from the inside of the glass put the two of us on guard before entering.
As we sauntered into the blackened foyer of the auditorium wing of the school, Mr. Wilbur's electronic voice broke the silence.
"After you enter the building, go through the next set of doors into the auditorium. When the two of you are in there, leave Ace in one of the aisles and come onto the stage. You'll soon see what happens afterward."
I have to admit, although I was used to my school after four years, walking through it in darkness was completely different. As I ushered Ace by the arm into the auditorium, my muscles were exhausted.
"Ace," I turned to my mate in the darkness. "Stay here. I must show you something, but you have to stay put."
"Okay," Ace's voice grumbled with aggravation. "Cuidado, mi luna. Please... (Careful, my moon.)"
After five grueling, heartbreaking seconds, he let go of my hand and allowed me to run down the center aisle to the stage. The three aisles of the auditorium were lit up with low-light cerulean strips along the edges. I continued to search out my balance by swaying my right foot out.
"Hey!" I heard Ace's voice quake. "Get the Hell off of me! What are you doing?! Ouch! Is that a needle?!"
Turning around to decipher Ace's shadow from the darkness, I managed to climb one stair to the stage. However, my victory was short lived as my body became weightless and my proposed fantasy fell out of my grasp.
Chapter 5: Welcome to Scandaloso!
After more than 12 hours of waking up nauseated, I was pretty irritated with having to wake in an unknown place each time. This time, my location was entirely black. When I raised my two arms out, my fingers brushed against what seemed to be the arms of the auditorium chairs. As I sat my still naked body up in the stiff, scratchy cushion, the whole room flashed to a surreal bright white. The echoes of the sound system surging to attention made my heart jump. There on the stage in the center of the white spotlight was none other than Mr. Bryan Wilbur.
Mr. Wilbur was in full dress, donning a shiny sapphire tie. He stood on center stage in the light accompanied with a sleazy, yet voluptuous grin plastered across his face. In front of him was a microphone, standing in line with his tall, frail figure and patiently waiting to be used. Eyeing me in the furthest row back, his crazed stare met my dismal, apprehensive glare which widened his smile. As I began to shift around in my seat while my body gradually gathered its control, Mr. Wilbur reached out toward the microphone and tugged it out of its stand.
"Good evening, Anna!" Mr. Wilbur clucked like an announcer to a packed theater. "I hope you've been enjoying your night so far! You will absolutely adore the show coming up for you, but I think I'll need your executive direction in this production. So, sit back, relax and welcome to... Scandaloso!"
I must've blacked out after he indulged in his childish, overly jubilant announcement, because I was laying underneath the curtains to the stage. When I flexed my arms to push my body up, my left wrist was restrained. A blindfold compressed my eyelids down tightly as I struggled under disorientation.
"Wilbur!" I snarled aloud, with hint of neediness. "Don't you leave me!"
"Of course not, my dear," Mr. Wilbur popped out from in between my quivering legs. "You're going to enjoy being the lead in this show. I'll introduce you to your co-stars in a minute, just stay ferocious and beautiful."
Shockingly, sarcasm was absent from his last comment! Was I really an "admirable student indeed?" At that moment, I had to pounce on his words and dig deeper.
"But, why are you doing this? Is this an experiment for your rambunctious sexual appetite or something? You're into some kinky stuff and I just cannot see how you chose ME of all students to vict...I mean...use for this."
While I shut my eyes for temporary relief, Mr. Wilbur playfully giggled. The heat rising off of his apparent arousal made me aware that he was still standing in between my legs.
"You have to be kidding," his voice shook with some compassion. "Why I chose you? Your eyes...they blaze a fiery, rebellious, condescending brown like mine! Your hair, so long and unruly...it's like a studious mixture of mahogany gold and shadowed shades of brown...I thought an encounter with you would be amazing, even changing in the way I present the information to the others. But, like the olden wolf that I am, I decided to pounce on an opportunity when it could be the most vulnerable..."
Although Mr. Wilbur's face was hidden from me, his voice was laced with sudden stridency and passion. Speaking to me no more, Mr. Wilbur stepped away and his voice echoed throughout the entire auditorium without the use of a microphone.
"Your first co-star," he introduced, teasingly. "...is a man whom you adore and spend extra time with after-school. You're one of his all-time favorite students and he refers to you as 'The Girl of Fluorine'... Please welcome AP Chemistry teacher, Mr. Kenneth Crown!"
While I remained restrained and blindfolded on the center of the stage, the vibrations of Mr. Wilbur's strenuous footsteps rattled the links attached to my reddened, chafed limbs.
"Blindfold on or off, doll?" Mr. Wilbur snapped in a rushed instant. "You're still getting gagged if you don't behave."
"Off, please, sir," I trembled with a wince in my eyes.
I didn't believe he said my AP Chemistry teacher's name. In fact, I blatantly ignored it for a few minutes. However, when the blindfold was taken off, I learned that seeing is truly believing. Taking Mr. Wilbur's place in between my legs was the man who partially inspired my future.
Mr. Crown wobbled forward as his flaccid mass swung from his hair-engulfed region. His sickly, pale skin was evidence of unwanted drugging. A fuzzy black wave of hair lined his cheekbones and neckline, only speckled with a few white frays from stress. He was about 5'10 maybe, however, had a stout way about him. Milk chocolate brown was wafting from his head, but his hair was wild from the afternoon earlier. God only knows what Mr. Wilbur had to do to drug 41 year old Mr. Crown.
As I struggled to twist my head to the left side of the stage, my eyes widened and a cry choked me then and there. Mr. Wilbur was standing far off to the side over two naked men who were bound and gagged with a ball gag. An involuntary gasp flew out of my mouth accidentally. Then, Mr. Wilbur made dominant eye contact with me and I almost suffocated with one glance.
"Mi sol!" I gasped when Ace was in my sight. "No! Please don't do this!"
"Now, doll," Mr. Wilbur beamed with malice dripping from his incisors. "Face your partner. Forget about Ace and Mr. Celeste for just a second. Kenneth, you know your directive. Oh, and remember, doll, you have to scream and beg for me. Make sure it appears real!"
Mr. Crown's soft, calming grey eyes met mine. He always had a way of relaxing me in the classroom- non-sexually! Only Ace and I had such a scandalous relationship and it was only going to get worse from there.
"Anna, I-" Mr. Crown gurgled apologetically. "I...am so sorry..."
I replied with a slow shaking of my head. I always fantasized about Crown taking me on top of a lab desk, rough and loudly. He was one of my mentors, holding a respected, authoritative position in my life, which was a turn on. No fantasy of mine lived up to what was happening, however.
At that moment, the forces of guilt, trauma, and heartbreak that once captivated my heart were relinquished. I could no longer stand before Bryan Wilbur and allow him to manipulate me psychologically. So what if he has control over my body at this moment? I know that Ace and I will love each other regardless of any opposition. However, intercourse with my teachers was not one of my fantasies I actually WANTED to live out. The relationship I had with these three teachers were so deep, so sophisticated and intense that they were almost fragile by the word. Sadly, Bryan Wilbur was the unruly brat who broke the fixture I struggled to sustain.
My thoughts that were winding around one another soon were interrupted by the forced entrance of Mr. Crown in my loins. As his shaft slowly found its way to the end of the tunnel, I slipped a groan out from in between my teeth. My body was physically and emotionally exhausted, however, excited from my lurking fantasies. Whenever I blacked out, who knows what OTHER deranged acts Mr. Wilbur had me perform?
"Ohh..." I whimpered, helplessly allowing myself to enjoy it. "Yes, Crown, yes! Faster!"
Mr. Crown picked up his thrusts, though his motor control seemed compromised from the heightened effects of the rape drug given to us. His speech gradually slurred as his gaze never broke from mine. As two tears slid down my cheek, Mr. Crown's lips cringed into a guilty, broken frown. He shook his head and pulled his eyes away, giving me some sort of honor. Then suddenly, his pounding slowed to a stop. All seven thick inches of him slipped from me as he turned his body toward Mr. Wilbur.
"You know what?" Mr. Crown slurred into rage. "This is bullshit! I am not scarring and abusing my student for your SICK, sadistic pleasure! Especially Anna, whom you know did nothing to deserve this!" Mr. Wilbur replied with his iconic smug expression. It was both repellant yet attractive to the eye. However, the smug grin twisted into a sinister, frigid frown in seconds.
"Why don't you tell your star student about the other girl you knocked up? Or, is Anna too precious to hear that baffling tale?" Mr. Wilbur shrugged off plainly.
At Mr. Wilbur's words, Mr. Crown's stone grey eyes winced and he cringed back into missionary position. As he entered me sloppily a second time, Ace's muffled protests from across the stage could be heard. Mr. Crown continued his dull, menacing thrusts until he collapsed on my stomach from exhaustion.
"I am so sorry, Flo. I'm sorry..." Mr. Crown whispered with hushed sobs. "I never wanted to hurt you like this..."
"Crown, I know," I whispered through my choking tears while he continued pumping. "I will always love you as my teacher and mentor. Ugh, but you feel so amazing inside of me..."
I felt Crown's grip intensify as he dizzily pled for my forgiveness with his seductive go-tee scratching my swollen breasts. When I turned to Mr. Crown's tightly shut eyes, the nerve wracking slap of a kick to the gut echoed throughout the auditorium. In response, Ace let out a deep, painful howl underneath his gag.
"Watch her!" Mr. Wilbur snarled at Ace, tugging his grey locks hard. "Watch her submit to another man! Look at her go over the edge!"
_"I'm sorry, mi sol!"_ I shouted at him in my mind. _"Protect me! Make him pay!"_
_"My Anna, fight it! I shouldn't have left you here alone!"_ Ace's voice sobbed back.
My mate's eyes were bloodshot and filled with tears, as were mine. His body was curled up into a naked ball, bound and gagged by thick cloth ties as Wilbur persisted to taunt him. To his left was my AP Spanish teacher, Mr. Salvador Celeste, who was receiving the same punishment. While Ace was his 25 year senior, they both shared similar Hispanic attributes such as the golden skin tone and deep greenish-hazel eyes. However, Mr. Celeste donned a low-cut hair style and had sexy stubble lining his chiseled face. Their ribs were lined with black bruises and dark splotches that exposed their tattered veins.
Once again, bodily warfare ensued within me and I cursed my mind for running rampant. If my "conversations" with Ace were a coping method, then my mind was getting way ahead of itself. I was again interrupted by Mr. Crown's unsettling moans laced with unintentional pleasure.
"I'm going to burst!" Mr. Crown whimpered as his man hands kneaded the stage beside my bound arms.
"Please pull out..." I tearfully pleaded in a whisper. "Please...please don't do this to me..."
A surge of energy almost made my heart give way. I let out a long, desperate howl as Mr. Crown announced his unfortunate explosion to the world. Urgently, he pulled himself out and spilled safely on my belly. Rope after rope, Mr. Crown coated my body with jets and jets of warm, slimy seed. His stone grey eyes twirled back into his skull while my body writhed underneath my bounds. Mr. Crown's expression grew somber as he withdrew his bulbous, flaccid spear from my stomach and pulled away from me.
Taking his place was Mr. Celeste, who also had tears streaming from his face. At Wilbur's command, he shoved himself into me to fulfill his deed. For hours and hours, Wilbur rotated the three men, having them cover me in their potent seed. He would even join them when he recovered from his turn before. I tried to make the best of Ace's turns, whispering how much I loved him into his ear and kissing his cheek. He, painfully, wasn't allowed to respond, but applied uncanny pressure into our sloppy, much-needed kiss.
Chapter 6: Toma mi mano (Take My Hand)
"Mi amor, te levanta. Mi luna? Mi luna! Anna, wake up!"
Shaken awake, I almost jumped out of my skin with fright. When my vision grew clearer in the darkness, flashes of deep, shimmering emerald balls of light stood in line with my eyesight. I leaned into them and met the fine, sweet, lukewarm lips that were obviously hidden somewhere underneath. The iconic lips responded eagerly and pressed gently against mine, slipping our tongues together.
"Ace, ¿Dónde estamos ahora? (Where are we now?)"
"We're at the hospital," Ace dribbled, with a hinted tone of obviousness. "We're alright now. Just relax, Luna."
"How could I?" I whimpered, feeling his hairy, strong arms surround me. "I was...violated...I mean, I know you know I didn't mean for this to happen-"
"Luna," Ace pushed his right index finger over my lips to shush me. "I know you didn't. But, when I saw those men, those dirty, crazed men taking you over and over again...I wanted to kill someone... Rage surged through me with such force that the Wilbur guy had to kick me in the gut to keep me under control...You're my mate and I am yours. You gave me permission to be your first and to cherish your body and soul. Watching another male enter you against your will? Don't even get me started. I should've taken you to the hospital then and there. Fuck my job if it's worth keeping you safe."
"Mr. Crown is not a dirty man!" I fired back, defensively. "He was forced to do what he did! We all were, except Wilbur!"
Although the darkness hid our faces, the conviction in Ace's words was absolutely captivating. I could tell our bond was strengthening and Ace's true presence was inside of me even when he wasn't around. I had a few crushes from middle school and high school, but this caliber of genuine love and partnership was beyond anything I thought I would partake in. I wanted a man who respected me and toyed with my body, not my emotions. I needed a man who would become my second half, my best friend, and also my partner in life.
"I won't leave you, Sol. I missed your hulky, hairy arms cradling me after we made love. Each time before I blacked out, your voice danced around in my mind and I'd see gigantic pools of a vibrant, shiny emerald which were your eyes."
At that moment, I longed for him to be inside of me. I just wanted to feel as if some normalcy could continue. By his protective purring snaking into my ear and his grip of my ribs so tight, it was probably on his mind too. At the same time, I didn't want to be touched or looked at sexually until I've rested and thought about it. More IVs and liquids were being pumped into my veins as I stretched across the wide, stiff hospital bed. It took a lot of self-control to fight at the sick, unnerving sensations that once coated my filthy skin.
"Ace," I light-heartedly teased to change the subject. "What made you fall in love with me?"
His chest quaked with a content growl. I continued to rest my head on his warm, quilted chest while I waited for a response.
"When we first met your sophomore year, it didn't click then. Obviously, you were too young at that time. But, as you began to talk to me and we developed a trusting bond over a year's worth of time, this sense of admiration and comfort built up. Then when you were a Junior, the overprotectiveness came along."
"And senior year...?" I beamed, encouraging him to continue his story.
"Senior year introduced the emotional potency between us," Ace smirked in a lower tone of voice. "Then our bond grew stronger."
"And, boy did I feel it!" I laughed out loud. "Before the accident, I was going to let you have your way with me on the bus, for crying out loud! Something possessed me to want your thoughts and your body, or something!"
"If you passed away in that accident, I don't know what I would've done. I've already lost my first mate. I knew that if I ever found a second mate, I would have to protect her NO MATTER what!"
"Not to stop you, Kujo," I teased with a bit of sarcasm sprinkled on top. "But, why do you say 'mate' rather than wife or partner?"
_"Don't call me Kujo, Luna, that's a dog's name!"_
Everything went silent at that moment. Was I still feeling the effects of the drugs? Was I dreaming? I just heard a voice that sounded identical to Ace's but in my mind...
_"Luna, talk back to me," the voice coaxed softly. "Allow me to know you're my mate. I can sense your confusion and exhaustion. Just try it. For me?"_
_"I..." I stuttered in my own head. "Ace, what does this mean?"_
_"It means the next few weeks are going to be lots of fun." his voice laughed. "Instead of your 'starved lion,' I will be your hungry wolf forever."_
The Aftermath
After all that happened, I didn't go to school until the next week. At that point, I had an "epiphany" which encouraged me to reclaim my dominance over my relationships at school after deep thought and planning. Nothing was going to rob me of an accomplished, jubilant senior year.
It was Tuesday, March 21st when I made my noble return. My friends swarmed around my locker as questions and comments whirled around the hallway. I could tell my sudden disappearance sparked worry and concern within my group of few close friends and good acquaintances. While I was sorting through textbooks in my locker, a familiar voice barked my name above the noise in the hallway. I cocked my head to the left and noticed Mr. Crown peering out of his classroom doorway at me. His soft, grey eyes twinkled in the bright fluorescent hallway lights.
"Anna," he called from down the hall. "We need to talk."
My chattering female companions raised their volume which began to irritate me. As the bell rang for the fifth period, I gruffly herded them toward the stairwell.
"Can y'all go downstairs now?" I asked generously. "I am really busy after all that I have missed. We'll talk later, girls, I promise."
"Ugh! Fine, Anna! Tell us how vacation went during kickball! We hate that anyway!" My friends chimed as they quickly jumped back into their gossip and giggles.
Mr. Crown sulked as he recognized my boldfaced lie. I was far from vacation, ladies! With an exhausted sigh, I threw the rest of my binders into my locker and slammed the door with a loud bang.
_"Mi luna, why are you nervous? Are you alright?" Ace interjected, suddenly._
_"I have to get used to this new feature of my brain," I snickered at him. "I have to talk with Mr. Crown right away. If you want, just listen to my thoughts and you will learn everything."_
_"The heathen? One of the males who defiled your sacred temple and robbed you of your-"_
"Enough!" I accidentally quaked aloud.
When I turned back to Mr. Crown, bewilderment was splashed across his face. I assumed that when I communicated with Ace through our bond, the expression on my face turned stone cold and I appear to be insane while life continues around me. Ace did explain that I could block him out of my thoughts when I wanted to be alone. However at school, I wanted him to be all ears for my protection.
For those who still don't understand, Ace and I have some sort of eternal bond that unites us as a pair, like werewolves. Before the accident, we weren't able to communicate via emotional telepathy since our relationship wasn't physically consummated. After the ball was dropped with Wilbur, Ace didn't want to keep our communication a secret anymore and he decided to reveal it to me for my protection. So, when I was in Mr. Wilbur's classroom that night, he didn't have a clear connection with me, because I never pursued a connection. He did sense my sadness, wince of pain and thoughts about our desired dream world. He even heard when Mr. Wilbur claimed to be my "lion," which got him really agitated while he rushed to the school. But, Ace said that specific information about our bond will be revealed over time...
"I'm coming, Mr. Crown," I finally responded to my teacher, strolling toward the door.
_"I will be with you, Luna. Be brave and relax. If you need anything, your sun is ready to help."_
It was period five, which meant one-third of the student population was in the cafeteria. Mr. Crown's break period was during periods five and six which allowed us to talk with no interruption. When I sped into his lab room, I threw myself into a chair, preparing myself for relationship desecration.
Mr. Crown was leaning against his desk, in front of where I sat. We had to talk in order to create less tension between us after what we were forced to do. Sex either strengthens or destroys relationships, regardless of whether it was consensual or not. Before I granted myself permission to fester in horrible thoughts, Mr. Crown acknowledged me and began to speak.
"Anna," he started. "I really missed you. I thought that when you were gone, you wouldn't come back."
"Well, after you've been painfully taken and humiliated by your boyfriend, Chemistry, Spanish and English teachers, you wouldn't want to come back either."
Mr. Crown winced at the sharpness of my words. I didn't want him to feel as if it was his fault, because it wasn't. We were all forced to do it, because we engaged in sinful matters which were drowning us. Yet, a strong air of insecurity and spite lingered in the classroom as we spoke.
"Who was the girl Mr. Wilbur was talking about, Crown? What did you do?"
He sighed and shut his eyes. Before he spoke, he pulled up a chair next to my desk to be closer and speak quieter. At that point, our one year bond was hanging in the balance. Was I being groomed to become his 'girl on the side?' Or was I actually receiving AP credit for the work I had actually done?
"I knew I had to tell you at some point, but I didn't think it would have to be this way..."
"Crown, just tell me. It honestly cannot get any worse."
"Well, you know the New Jersey Scholastic Decathlon you and I are going to in May?"
"Yes," I cocked my head with interest. "It's kind of a big deal. We were invited after all."
"Well, two years ago, I accompanied one of my other top students, Ashley-Jayne Blosser. You probably knew her from hanging around the Science Department so much in your sophomore year. Anyway, Ashley and I were invited by the State board to attend the Science Sector for 2010 in Atlantic City when she was a senior. The hotel situation was what threw everything off. Because I am a male teacher and she was a female student, they obviously didn't want us to be in the same room at night. But, her mother trusted me since I had Ashley and her brother Royce for three years back-to-back. So to cut the costs, she got one room at the Tropicana Palace for the two of us. The room obviously had two beds..."
"The first night Ashley and I were at the conference, I took my meds and I went to sleep around maybe 11 PM after we returned from the first competition. So, the lights were off and I was snuggled in my bed, but I heard my name being whispered from the other bed. This girl was so small and her voice was so high-pitched and innocent, it was hard to believe she was a senior. But, we started to talk about ourselves and ask questions about our likes and dislikes in order to fall asleep. And then BOOM. That was when the bomb dropped in the conversation."
"What did she ask you?" I asked, aghast at the edge of my seat. "What happened next?"
"She...she asked me to take her..." he choked out under his breath.
"What?" I shook my head, not able to comprehend everything at once. "'To take her?'"
"Well, the first questions she asked were science-questions, but they were so DAMN awkward to answer! 'What does sex feel like?' 'How do women orgasm?' 'Do all men cry out when they orgasm?' Then after I answered all of them as truthfully as I could, she asks me 'How do you have sex?' I had gotten such a hard-on from the questions...but I gave her a firm 'no' as she pled with me to be her first! She was accepted to Whitwell University on top honors to become a biologist, so you would _assume_ she knew the details of sex already, especially in a public high school!"
"And then she started to cry, didn't she?" I rolled my eyes, recalling the girl's personality as if it happened yesterday.
Mr. Crown had tears coming to his grey, wolf-like eyes. You could tell his mistake will always haunt him. I reached out and took a hold of his large, furry hand to comfort him. He smiled up at me through his tears, grateful for my selflessness.
"Then all I remember is getting into her bed and wrapping my arms around her to comfort her, but I was so excited from missing my wife and then answering those questions... I pushed her down onto the bed, wiggled her out of her pants and I entered her so gently. Ashley let out little moans of discomfort, but never wanted me to stop. Matter of fact, she stridently begged me to continue after the wince of pain disappeared. I kept pumping and pumping, her tissues were so tight and soft around me and I had never been that fragile with anything in my life...Ashley felt so good and her tiny cries teased me on... We were in missionary and I didn't have a condom, so I was going to pull out before I even arrived at a climax. But, not wanting to let me go, she pulled me in with her legs and I couldn't get away. For a small teenager, her strength was uncanny and ridiculously unexpected. I struggled against Ashley's grip and shouted at her to let me up, but she did the opposite. Faster and faster, she thrashed her pelvis around to force me to come so deep inside of her. I lost control and begrudgingly, I...I..."
I gasped, gripping his hand. "Did she become pregnant?"
"Well," Mr. Crown began to sob, trembling at his recollection. "At first, she did. But, she didn't make it to four months before...she lost."
My mouth must've hit the floor by then. My heart stirred as my teacher tried to conduct himself in my presence. Ashley must've told Mr. Wilbur out of confidence, because she ended up a victim like me due to our academic spotlight and close-knit relationships with our teachers.
"She suffered a miscarriage," I nodded, feeling tears coming to my eyes as well. I tightened the grip on his hands as he did mine. "This has Wilbur all over it."
He shut his eyes and began to shake his head, trying to pull himself together in front of me. Kenneth Crown was no villain, but a man who had a passion for chemistry and sharing that with young people. It sounds like Ashley was so infatuated with Mr. Crown that she wanted to trap him in an adult situation. Although he was turned loose physically, he was still bound to his mistake emotionally.
"The sad thing," he sniffles while he wiped his eyes. "Is that I'm still emotionally invested in what happened. That was my child, no matter how it happened. Then one day in June, Ashley came to school dressed like a spun druggie to tell me the news. Her tone of voice was so spiteful and vindictive... I didn't want you to find out, especially from Wilbur."
"Crown," I proclaimed to him with a peeking smile. "I'm a girl of Fluorine. No one is stealing my joy, not today, not ever. I'm here to help people cope by taking that one negative particle and stabilizing their lives. It wouldn't have changed my perception of you or made you any less of a mentor in my life. It was in the past and it was a mistake."
"If only our lives worked on such an unbelievable molecular level," he choked out a laugh. "Science is amazing, that's why I've dedicated myself to teaching it to wandering, blossoming minds."
I was relieved when Mr. Crown pinched my thumb playfully and finally beamed his usual, jubilant smile. I replied with solemn laugh and encouraging smirk. There were twenty minutes before I had to leave, so I decided to pander and ask more questions. Some aspects still weren't adding up.
"So, how did Wilbur find out?" I instigated while adjusting myself in the chair. "You both belong to different departments, making it a stretch."
"Ashley mentioned it to him," he said distastefully. "The way it sounds to you is probably like a stereotypical, stale, teenaged romance. She betrayed me and swept my biological attachment alongside. I know it's normal to become like that when you've fathered a child. Believe me, my wife and I have three kids. Even a professional would come in here and tell me to get over it and focus my energy on what I am still blessed with."
"So," I responded quizzically. "He basically wormed his way around for three semesters to collect a triangle of secrets and unleash it for his own pleasure and enjoyment, knowing that we couldn't reveal it without a media frenzy?"
"In a nutshell," Mr. Crown shrugged off, walking over to his laptop. "But, what would he gain from it? By the way, where is Ace? I never had to opportunity to formally meet him."
"Ace has been trying to stay on the bus, so he doesn't come into a building full of children and rip someone's throat out. After watching someone force themselves on your soul mate, you'd tend to have hard feelings..."
"Anna, I really didn't mean-" he hesitated, shying away behind his desk.
"I know, Crown," I interrupted, attempting to hide my mixed feelings. "We were all drugged out of our minds, but it was comforting knowing that it was you. At least it wasn't a stranger who had a disease or came inside of me. You and Ace are the only men I'd trust with myself, sexually or casually. Somehow, the power of a mutual orgasm alters the dynamic of one's relationship. I don't want any tension between us, especially when we attend the Decathlon!"
_"You better not..." Ace interjected, suddenly in my mind._
I let out a deep growl to keep him quiet. As if Mr. Crown overheard it, he smirked at me and hand up his right hand, as if swearing on an Bible.
"There will be no tension," he proclaimed aloud. "The release of chemicals in the brain causes the tighter and more complicated bond. It's crazy how we were designed to have a spouse. I should call my wife and plan something special for her tonight."
"Awww, that's so sweet," I nodded my head, and then reached out to shake his hand. "Cherish her, Mr. Crown. You created three beautiful children with her and she needs your heart and your soul... Now, it's lunch time! I'll see you during chem."
When I gathered my stuff and hurried toward the stairwell, Mr. Crown peered out of the doorway again to capture a glance of me.
"We got this, Flo!" he called out in confidence. "This year will end with bang!"
I disappeared down the stairs, excited for the zesty savor of seasoned salami and virgin cheddar cheese. I have to admit that besides what happened with Wilbur, my outcome was rather successful. My life slowly returned back to normal and Wilbur was remained quiet since he got what he wanted. Ace and I had to walk on eggshells in order to preserve our relationship and protect each other, realizing that both of our lives could be in jeopardy in an instance. Although our telepathic abilities remained a mystery, I made it out alive and with my "wolf..." ;)
*3rd story in 'You Only' series coming out by Christmas 2013 (hopefully)!* |
19,544 | You Say Slut Like it's a Bad Thing | fgoddess | NonConsent/Reluctance | 2012-07-24 | 2012-07-24 | 2022-01-01 15:48:24 | 1 | literotica.com | https://www.literotica.com/s/you-say-slut-like-its-a-bad-thing | Laura's night takes a surprising turn. | ['Ass Fucking', 'Bound', 'Pussy Licking', 'Surprise', 'Threesome'] | 4.32 | Laura's head lolled as a light in the room snapped on. The motion seemed to continue after her head stopped moving, and she realized groggily that she was hammered. Oh God, she thought, as she turned and saw Dave approaching. Now I remember. I must have fallen asleep.
The cool air hit her bare breasts and the rest of the memory came rushing back. Zara had asked her to go to the club with Dina and Dave. She'd been more than ready to dance her butt off, and had enthusiastically agreed. Three hours of sweaty, pulsating release later, they'd tumbled into Dave's hotel room and shed the pounds of winter layers.
The hotel was right on campus. Dina's roommate had voted "No" to the idea of listening to Dina and Dave hump all night, and as it turned out, the room was a great after-party spot. When Dave started lining up vodka shots and Dina found a great beat on the radio, Laura had whooped and drank with the rest of them, pounding the shot glasses down on the counter with each one. Bam. Bam. Bam. Bam. Bam. Bam. Wow. Had it really been six?
Dave sat on the end of the bed and her head swam. Yup. Definitely six. Holy crap. What had she gotten herself into? It had all been fun until Dina and Zara started making out. She'd been disgusted. Not because she didn't like girls. That was not the issue at all. She just didn't like Dina or Zara. Dina was at least fifty pounds overweight, and Zara reeked of cigarettes. The thought of kissing her made Laura want to hurl. Of course, she was close to that anyway.
When the girls began kissing her and removing her clothes, she'd realized what she'd missed before. This was a set up. Dave came into town. Somebody wanted a threesome. They asked her out, and somehow thought that made it a foursome. Yech.
"Stop. Stop!" she'd said, pushing the girls away, but not before they had gotten her topless on the bed. There had been a tug at her heels and a rush of air as Dave had ripped off her jeans. Without a moment's thought, she'd raised her hips to help him, luxuriating in the cool air after a long night of sweaty gyrating. She was too drunk to really care. Or maybe it was that there was one person there she didn't want to resist...
When the girls and Dave tried to coax her into the shower, she'd put her foot down. Or rather, she'd gone limp on the bed and repeated, "No," until they'd left her there. She had no idea how long ago that had been, but in the dim light she'd lain back down and had obviously fallen asleep.
"Hey, you ok?" Dave's voice drew her from her thoughts and she suddenly remembered that with the exception of her red satin panties, she was butt naked. Thank God she'd worn nice panties! Wait, why wasn't she pulling the sheet over herself? His dark eyes travelled slowly over her body to her meet hers. She felt goosebumps explode across her skin and heat flushed her cheeks. She shifted backward, away from him, and covered her breasts with her arms. As she tried to sit up, the world shifted and she sank back again.
"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to wake you." His voice was quiet...and kind. It was disarming.
She opened her eyes, still keenly aware of his own eyes on her bare skin, and attempted a smile. "That's ok. I gotta go. Where are my clothes?" She tried to sit up and the world tilted again, and she groaned.
"I don't think you should go anywhere. It's nearly dawn anyway. Just sleep here."
Laura pulled the sheet around herself and managed to sit up, steadying herself with her hands. "Yeah, right. Like Dina would be cool with that." She looked around, but couldn't see her clothes anywhere.
He gave a soft snort and she turned to him, startled. It was then that she noticed that he was still dressed. At least, he was in a t shirt and boxers.
"Dina's in her own world," he said.
He gestured and she followed his gaze. Through the open bathroom door she could see pink, moist flesh pressed against the shower stall as the two girls went at each other. "Didn't you want to join them?" she asked.
"Not really. This was Dina's idea."
"But, don't all guys want a threesome?"
"Not like that. I don't know what Dina told you, but we're really friends, not boyfriend-girlfriend. At least, I was determined to make her understand that this weekend. And then she came up with this idea. I thought it might be worth it since I hadn't met Zara, but..."
Laura smirked. Now she knew why he'd looked at her with such hunger in his eyes. He wanted someone...just not those two. She wasn't one to be egotistical, but she was a kabillion times hotter then both of them. As a varsity athlete, she was strong and lean, but her petite body was also blessed with full, natural breasts and a generous ass. Altogether it made for a delicious mix of soft curves and lean muscle. When she lay in her bed, her pelvic bones jutted so perfectly, so enticingly, that even she found her hand between her legs too often.
Still, for all that she rocked her God-given gifts, she wasn't a slut. In fact, she wasn't particularly attracted to many people at all. And yet, through her haze, she found herself studying Dave's frame beneath his t-shirt. He was tall, with broad shoulders that curved with muscle beneath the fabric. They hinted of the promise of even more delicious abs, and she found herself understanding why Dina tried to wrangle this friend into something more.
"Well, I appreciate your offer to let me stay, but I think I should go home. I'm totally wasted, Dave." She looked around again. "If I could find my clothes, that is."
He held up the thin, nearly see-through tank top she'd been wearing. "You mean these clothes?" His full mouth pulled up at the corner. He swung it on his fingertip, teasing her.
"Yes!" She reached for the tank and he grabbed her wrist.
"I'm wasted too, you know," he said.
He shifted closer to her, his thigh pressing against hers beneath the sheet, and she felt her heart pick up. Why hadn't she noticed his strong jawline before?
His fingers reached for the sheet covering her. "Why this? I've already seen you."
He started to peel the sheet from her fingers, and for some reason, she didn't stop him. A moan came from the bathroom, but he didn't turn. His gaze remained locked on her as she let him expose her once again, her heart pounding. The sheet fell away and she shivered.
"Mmm, God, Laura." He licked his lips as she felt her nipples harden in the cool air. "You're so fucking hot." His hand still gripped her wrist, his hold tightening with his growing excitement. She shook her head, trying to clear it, but it was a whirl of drunken chaos...and something else...desire. He must have thought she was trying to tell him no, because he tugged her to his chest.
"Yes, Laura. Not no. Yes."
His voice was thick and deep, strengthening the new desire flickering to life in her chest. But she couldn't do this! Dina was only steps away, no matter what he said, and she was too drunk. She was a lot of things, but she wasn't the kind of girl to just get hammered and fuck another girl's man...a man she'd just met. She tried to pull away from him, but his grip was like iron.
"Let me go," she murmured, as she struggled to twist free from his grasp.
He shook his head, a smile tugging at his lips. "You don't mean that." His free hand cupped her breast, and heat flooded her body. She twisted again, roughly, and his smile grew as his fingers pinched her nipple. She gasped.
"I mean it, let me go!"
He tilted his head, ignoring her struggle and watching her breasts heave instead. He ran his thumb over her aching nipple, which had swollen with her desire. She wanted to let go, to stop struggling and let him explore her now- hungry body...but that wouldn't be right. Her heart pounded as she fought against her own desire. His fingers pinched her nipple again and she bit back a moan.
"Please, Dave. I can't do this. I'm not a slut!" Though her words were begging him to stop, she felt her pussy grow wet. She was a liar, and he knew it.
His stormy eyes met hers and she saw the depth of his hunger. He lunged forward, grabbing her free hand and shoving her down onto her back, her hands pinned above her head. Her chest heaved with her need as he straddled her. He let his weight settle onto her hips and released her wrists. She immediately began to struggle beneath him, but he laughed as he slipped off his shirt.
Oh, God, she thought, her legs quivering. He's so fucking hot. His muscled torso was lean, but strong, with seemingly endless abs. What was that, a freaking 24-pack? Who looked like that? He was like an action figure. Jesus, no wonder Dina tried to lay claim to him. Suddenly, she realized that he was smirking at her and she flushed. He knew that she was done pretending not to want him. He placed one hand on her chest, directly between her breasts. There was nothing sexual about the touch, and yet, it was intensely arousing...as if he knew that by touching her anywhere but where she wanted it, he would melt the last of her resistance.
"Tell me to stop, Laura. Tell me you don't want me." She felt his erection pressing against her panties, and the image of him driving deep inside of her filled her mind. Her panties were nearly soaked, and he'd barely touched her! She bit her lip. All she could think about was how many other places she wanted his hand.
"I mean it. Tell me right now that you don't want me, and I'll let you go." He leaned over her until his lips were just inches from hers. "I want to hear you say it," he demanded.
Her mind fought for control, willing her to tell him she didn't want him. Just say it, she thought desperately! Get your clothes on and get out of there! But her body wouldn't listen, and she grabbed the back of his neck and pulled his mouth to hers. The second his lips met hers, she moaned, her lips parting. He snorted as his tongue drove into her, promising that she would be well-used.
He rose on his thighs a bit, releasing her from the pressure of his weight, and slid his hand down her stomach. She whimpered through their rough kiss as her body took over completely and her pussy silently begged for him. He rubbed her through her panties and she bucked, pressing into the caress. His fingers slid inside her panties slowly, inching closer to her moist pussy. Her head was spinning, but now it was not the alcohol that had her in a whirl. He slipped one fingertip across her pussy, tracing just inside the lips, and she kissed him harder, her nails digging into the back of his neck.
He pulled away and smiled down at her as he pulled his hand out of her panties. His fingertip was glistening with her desire. "No, you don't want me at all, do you, Laura?"
She closed her eyes and shook her head and he laughed lightly. "You're going to think I'm a slut," she murmured.
He chuckled again before sticking his wet finger into his mouth. "Mmmm, Laura. You taste delicious."
He slipped his fingers beneath her panties again, sliding one just inside of her. Instinctively, her pussy muscles tightened, desperate for the penetration. He slipped his finger back out and she sighed, her hands gripping his thighs as he straddled her. "Here," he said. "You taste." He offered his soaking finger, holding it just above her lips. "Open!" he commanded. "You're mine now, Laura. You'll do what I say."
Obediently, she opened her mouth and he slid his finger inside. She sucked his finger, tasting her own need.
"Mmmmmm, Laura. I can't wait until that gorgeous mouth is wrapped around my cock."
She bit her lip as tears of desire and shame filled her eyes. She couldn't wait either. He pulled away and grabbed his t-shirt from the bed and spun it into a tight rope. Then he took her hands again and pressed her wrists together. She gasped as she realized his intention, the makeshift rope binding her wrists so tightly that they hurt. Her face twisted with discomfort.
"Does that hurt?" he asked, seemingly concerned.
"Yes," she breathed, finally finding her voice again.
"Good," he growled, yanking her bound wrists over her head.
"You said you weren't a slut, so I have no choice but to take you. Because I am going to fuck you tonight, Laura."
The tears returned to her eyes and she shook her head. "But I'm not resisting you anymore."
"I'm not taking any chances. If you want your hands free," he ground his erection into her panties, "then you're going to have to beg me like the little slut that you truly are." He moved off of her as he tugged off his boxer shorts. His throbbing erection sprang free and she gasped. It was enormous! She shifted, instinctively moving her pussy away from him, and he laughed.
"There's nowhere to run now, little girl." He straddled her again, but began moving forward, bringing his cock to her lips. "Don't be scared. I'll start with your mouth. You can worry about how hard I'm going to fuck that soaking- ass pussy while you suck me." He pressed his cock against her face, tracing it across her lips.
Her mind screamed at her, begging her to take him into her mouth, but she still felt an inner resistance and she kept her lips sealed.
"Open!" he demanded, smacking his cock against her lips.
She shook her head, realizing that her resistance was exciting him. Ok, she thought, if you want to take me, then you'll have to take me.
"Open!" He slapped her face and she gasped, and then gagged, as he shoved his huge cock into her open mouth and down her throat. He pulled back, freeing her from choking. "That's it," he said, as her lips closed around his cock gratefully. "That's a good girl now."
His cock was as hard as a rock, but the skin was velvety soft on her tongue and she sucked him with enthusiasm. He grabbed her head, pulling her hair out of the way as he rocked his pelvis, fucking her soft mouth. Slowly, millimeter by millimeter, he slid deeper and deeper into her mouth.
"Ooooooooh, yeah, Laura," he moaned. His pleasure created an echoing spike of desire in her and she sucked harder, licking the bottom of his cock in delicious strokes as he penetrated her.
"Jesus!" he gasped.
Her desire deepened and she felt herself relax her throat, taking him further in. When her mouth met the base of his cock, he bucked slightly, almost choking her again.
"Sorry," he whispered, for the first time out of control.
She groaned through his cock and he shivered, telling her with his body what he couldn't say. She hummed lightly, something that she'd always thought about trying. He shivered again and she hummed more, her mouth vibrating as she sucked him. She felt his thighs begin to shake and he pulled out, leaving her hungry mouth gaping.
"What's wrong?" Maybe the humming hadn't been as good as she'd thought it would be.
"Nothing's wrong, Laura," he admitted as he slid back down her body, still straddling her. "In fact, nothing has ever been so right." He leaned down and kissed her neck and she giggled. "Aaaaah, someone is ticklish." He kissed her neck again and she twisted involuntarily, as he chuckled.
His kisses trailed across her collarbone to her breasts and she sighed as his mouth found her nipple. His lips closed around the sensitive skin and his tongue played with the swollen button at its center. Her breasts rose as she arched her back with pleasure and his hand grabbed at her other breast, twisting the flesh painfully and then releasing her. She closed her eyes.
"No, Laura," he demanded, in charge once again. "Look at me. I want to see the desperation in your eyes."
She met his gaze and he smiled as he lowered to her breast again and sucked it. Oh God, her pussy was what was desperate. She wanted him so badly. He sucked her harder and harder, until he'd nearly pulled her nipple from her body and pain shot through her.
"Ow!" she protested, and he laughed. He released her nipple and sat up, considering her. Suddenly, he smacked her other breast, his hand stinging directly on her nipple, and she gasped, her eyes widening.
"You know you like it, Laura, don't you?"
She licked her lips, but was silent.
He smacked her breast again and then grabbed the nipple, pinching it until she cried out. "Say it, Laura. Tell me that you like a little pain."
He pinched her again, harder, and she yelled in actual protest. That had really hurt!
"I'll keep going until you say it," he warned. He smacked both breasts, the abuse now searing her greedy nipples. She felt the tug of need from deep within her body. She'd never realized how much she liked the pain. If she were honest with herself, she didn't want him to stop. He pinched both her nipples and tugged them hard, the pain so intense that she lifted off the bed to alleviate it. "Say it!" he demanded. "Say, 'I'm a slut who likes the pain.'"
"No! I'm not going to say that." He smacked her across the face and she gasped in shock.
"Say it, you fucking slut. Tell the truth!" He smacked her face again and she acquiesced, growing slightly frightened of what he would do if she didn't.
"I'm a slut who likes the pain," she whispered.
He laughed, driving his hard cock against her panties. "Louder, Laura. I can't hear you."
She bit her lip. "I'm a slut who likes the pain," she said aloud.
He pinched her aching nipples one more time and tears of acceptance came to her eyes.
"Yes, you are."
He slid lower on her body, but before she could protest, his lips met her stomach and her head rolled back.
"Your body is amazing, Laura," he said, between lapping kisses. "Your stomach is so flat and tight."
She sighed as his mouth trailed slowly lower. He sat up and stared at her lying prostrate between his legs. He ran his hands up her stomach and over her breasts, firmly sliding them over her flesh and then back down again. Down, down they went, until they reached her hips, where he slid them beneath her ass and she arched with pleasure. It was incredibly sexy, lying there with her hands bound above her, nearly but not completely naked, waiting for him to give her the pleasure he knew she ached for.
"Yes, that's it. Give yourself to me," he urged, sensing her shift to welcome his touch. "Do you want to be free?"
No longer embarrassed by any of her desires, she shook her head. No, she did not want to be free. In fact, that was the very last thing she wanted.
He smiled, pleased with her admission. "Good, because I'm not going to free you anyway." Her mouth opened in shock and he fingered her lips, sliding his fingers into her mouth. "I may never free you again, Laura," he teased, as she sucked his fingers. "I may just leave you bound and fuck you every minute of every day until I die."
She shuddered as he lowered his head to her stomach once more. Thank God, she thought, as his mouth travelled lower. When he was just an inch from her pussy, he grabbed her thighs and spread them roughly. Not content with her just being open, he pushed them farther and farther apart. "Jesus, Laura, how fucking flexible are you?" He sat up and grabbed her ankles and spread her legs into a full split with a pleased moan.
Yes, she thought, moaning herself. There were many benefits to being an athlete.
He pulled her legs together for a moment and ripped off her panties before yanking her legs back open as he settled between them. She was wide fucking open and the cold air hit her soaking pussy like a promise. He lowered his mouth and she waited, silently begging for his touch. Finally, after what seemed an eternity, she felt his tongue slowly drag across her entire pussy.
"Oh, God." She wiggled with pleasure.
He murmured, pleased with her response. His tongue licked softly along her pussy lips, tracing up and down. "Mmmm, Laura, you're like dessert."
His fingers spread her pussy as he sought her clitoris. She fought the urge to buck, knowing that letting him have his way would be best. His tongue lapped faster, circling inward, and alternating soft strokes and hard, almost tugging, flicks. The urge to raise her hips to meet those strokes was getting harder and harder to resist as she held her breath. When his tongue found her clit, she lost control and her pelvis thrust into him.
He gripped her hips, stilling her, and raised his head to meet her gaze. "Not yet, Laura," he said, and she nodded, biting her lip.
He plunged back into her pussy, breathing harder, and she concentrated all of her energy on remaining still while he coaxed the growing orgasm from her center. The pressure in her pussy grew stronger as his lips circled her throbbing clit and he sucked.
She cried out, her hips straining against his hands, where they pinned her down. He sucked harder...and then softer...and then harder. Jesus, she was going to explode. He was amazing. She'd never had anyone lick her like this, not even girls.
"Yes, Laura," he murmured. "Focus. Let yourself go." As he lapped her clit, he slid his fingers inside her.
"Christ," she moaned, digging the nails of her bound hands into her own palms. She could feel the shudders starting in her core and her pussy clenched, now insane with desire to be filled. His fingers curled, tugging at that amazing spot again and again. How could he have known? Only she knew that spot.
As his fingers thrust and tugged, he kept the pressure of his tongue on her clit and she felt the shudders coming harder. She was shaking from head to foot as she tried to endure the rising pressure. It was almost painful. She rocked against his fingers, her body seizing with every tug until a huge wave of heat washed over her and her eyes flew open.
"Oh, no! You have to stop!" She suddenly felt like she had to pee. Shit!
"No, Laura," he said, his fingers tugging harder. "It's ok, just release."
"No, you don't understand!" He had to let her go before she released something he really didn't want.
"Yes, I do. You feel like you have to go, I know."
He smiled and tugged harder and she groaned. The pressure was unbelievable.
"You won't, I promise," he said. "When you're ready, just push down, ok?"
She nodded, confused, but unwilling to stop the delicious feeling growing in her pussy. The pressure built as he tugged harder and she felt the orgasm coming, the waves of pleasure bubbling up from somewhere so deep inside of her that she'd never felt it before. When she couldn't bear it a second longer, she obeyed Dave's command and she pushed.
She exploded and screamed as her come shot out of her, dousing his hands. The contractions of her pussy wracked her entire body, as she shook and convulsed. Her eyes widened in shock as she realized that she'd just squirted. She'd never thought that was real, but both she and Dave were soaked with her pleasure.
He smiled. "Shit, Laura, you're amazing."
Her body continued to pulse and clench with aftershocks of the fading orgasm. She was speechless. That was the most explosive orgasm she'd ever had. What was even more shocking to her was that despite coming that fucking hard, her only thought was now his cock. Her pussy was dying for him, she needed him inside her, now!
His fingers gently stroked her pussy as he waited for her to recover. He tilted his head. "So, are you done now, Laura?" His fingertips circled her clit and she shook her head.
"No, Dave," she said, finally using his name. He'd definitely earned it. "I'm not even close."
He grinned and wrapped her legs around him, rolling her back until she was tilted up to take him as deeply as possible. She panted, her lips trembling. She knew that there would be no more waiting, and she couldn't be more grateful. As her desire crested again, he drove his cock into her like a freight train. He was so big that she could feel her pussy stretching to accept him. She moaned as he pulled out incredibly slowly and then drove into her again, slamming into her cervix, the knife of pain making her insane.
"Yes!" she cried. "Yes, Dave, please!" She squeezed her pussy, gripping him to give him the tightest ride possible.
"Jesus," he growled, responding to her efforts. He grabbed her ankles again, spreading her legs wide as he thrust into her. He stared into her eyes as he fucked her so hard that she was sure she'd be ripped in two.
His hips were wild...driving, twisting, thrusting and she arched her back, rising to take him deeper, stronger. He took her right leg and twisted it over her so that her pussy was turned to the side. He grabbed her ass and pulled her cheeks apart, gripping them painfully as he drove into her pussy walls. She moaned, excited by the exposure his hands had blessed her with as he spread her. She couldn't possibly get more turned on. It was impossible. His finger slid into her ass and her eyes fluttered. She was wrong.
"Yes, Dave," she whispered, knowing full well that he wasn't asking her permission. He used her own juice to wet another finger and he slipped two fingers into her ass as he fucked her. Oh, God, now she wanted something she'd never imagined wanting. His two fingers began to spread her tight asshole and the tears of desire returned to her eyes. Was she really that much of a whore? That she'd let a strange man finger her ass...and that she'd want him to fuck her ass? As her ass began to soften, she realized that the answer was yes.
Finally, he pulled out of her pussy and rolled her onto her stomach. He grabbed her hips, pulling her up onto her knees and elbows.
"You're going to give me that tight little ass, Laura." His fingers slid into her asshole, spreading her again, and she moaned. "You're just lucky that I like you enough to warm you up."
She felt his fingers slide out of her ass, and then the following touch of the head of his cock. Oh, Jesus. She braced herself. This was going to hurt. As his cock pushed into her ass, she gasped at the intense combination of pain and pleasure.
"Yeeeeeesssss," he hissed as he pushed into her. "You're a little slut that likes the pain." His hands were on her ass, spreading her cheeks as he pushed harder.
"Oh, God." Tears of pain slid down her cheeks, but she wanted more. She wanted that giant cock deep inside her ass. She was a little slut that liked the pain. As he continued to thrust in her ass, she felt it soften and accept him, still tight, but with more pleasure than pain. His slow thrusts grew stronger as he began to fuck her ass as hard as he'd fucked her pussy.
"Jesus Christ!" Dave cried as he drove into her. "Yes, Laura, yes! Fuck yes, you fucking disgusting little whore!"
The more that he cursed her, the hotter she felt. She pushed back with her ass, begging him for more. His cock was amazing. Her ass was screaming with pleasure. Her thighs shook as a new orgasm came for her, rocking her from the inside out. She felt her ass and pussy clench as Dave reached his climax with her and drove that much harder. He grabbed her hair and yanked her head back as they both screamed and his come exploded into her ass.
As the orgasm rocked her, he held her there, pressing himself against her ass as the pulse of his orgasm finished within her.
"Whew!" he pulled out and collapsed on the bed beside her, a small trickle of his come leaking from her destroyed asshole. Her whole lower body throbbed like she'd been beaten, and in the end, she supposed, she had. Jesus, thank you, she thought as she breathed deeply, her heart finally beginning to slow. She rolled over to face Dave, who lay facedown and panting.
She bit her lip and held out her bound wrists. "Help?"
He gave her a lazy smile and began to untie her. "Are you sure you don't want me to keep you tied up?"
She laughed and shook her head. "No, I'm not sure of that, Dave." She sighed and flexed her wrists as he released her. "So, I'm going to assume that you do think I'm a slut now." She dropped her gaze, realizing the magnitude of what she'd just done...what she'd let him do.
He pulled her close, surprising her with the gentleness of his gesture. "Of course I think you're a slut, Laura." Her mouth dropped open and he chuckled. "I just don't know why you think that's a bad thing," he added, and she laughed, finally giving in to the idea that maybe that wasn't a bad thing.
"What the hell is this?"
Laura and Dave whirled to find a naked Dina, wrapped in a towel, her face red with outrage. Zara hovered in the bathroom doorway behind her, eyes wide. Shit. That's right. At some point Laura had remembered that Dina thought of Dave as her boyfriend...or at least that she wanted him.
"This," Dave stood, seeing the horror on Laura's face, "is what happens when you make the mistake of bringing your hot-ass friend back to my room and pumping her full of vodka." He smacked Laura's bare ass playfully as she got up and started pulling her clothes on frantically. She jumped at the smack, feeling the spark of desire at the mere thought of him.
Dina pointed at Laura. "You bitch! You pretended to be too drunk to fuck and look at you."
Laura started to speak, but Dave jumped in. Completely naked, his now soft cock still looked delicious as it swung from his muscled groin. He strode up to Dina and shoved her finger away.
"Shut up, Dina! This whole threesome was your idea so you could have fun, and so you could coax me into bed. I'm sorry that your little plan didn't work out, but I intended to tell you the entire time that we aren't together, and we'll never be together. Now, apologize to Laura!"
"No fucking way, Dave," Dina shouted. Laura tugged on her coat. She had to get out of there before the approaching eruption. This was all her fault! Why didn't she just leave in the first place? As she headed for the door, Dave grabbed her arm.
"Where are you going?"
"Home, Dave. This was a mistake. I'm sorry."
He shook his head. "No. This is my room, so I make the rules. You are staying."
He whirled to Dina. "And you are going."
"What the fuck, Dave?" Dina stamped her foot. "You came here to see me."
"Yes, and you decided you'd rather fuck Zara, so why don't the two of you go to her room and pick up where you left off?"
Laura's head swung between the two of them, desperate to escape the conflict, but Dave had an unbreakable grip on her arm.
Dina whirled and grabbed her clothes, yanking them on angrily. "Let's go, Zara," she growled, as the other girl hurried into her own clothes. As she stomped to the door, she turned and looked back at Laura. "You are a fucking SLUT!" she yelled, slamming the door behind her.
Laura jumped and then sank onto the bed as Dave released her wrist. This was awful! She didn't mean for any of this to happen. Suddenly, Dave laughed and she looked up, confused.
"What?"
He laughed harder. "She says that like it's a bad thing."
Laura felt a smile tug at her lips. It was pretty funny, now that she thought about it. Right now she could feel his come seeping out of her...as well as her own. Her pussy felt like it had been tenderized, and she was pretty sure that her ass would be sore for a week. Dina was right, she was a slut...and she felt awesome. She realized that Dave was standing before her, still entirely naked. She slid out of her winter coat and raised an eyebrow.
She reached out tentatively and touched his cock. "You didn't get a chance to see what happens when I'm not bound." His cock pulsed at her touch and began to harden.
He shook his head. "You can't possibly want more."
She gripped his cock with her small hands and sank to her knees in front of him. "I could say the same thing to you," she smirked, looking up at him through her long, dark eyelashes. She stroked his erection to life and then wrapped her mouth around his hot cock. God, she really did want more. She had no idea how her body would survive it, but she had to have him again. She slid her hands around to his ass and pressed him into her, sliding him farther into her mouth.
He moaned and his hands wove into her hair. "I'm so fucking glad that you came out tonight, Laura." |
19,545 | You Should Have Just Looked... | RonnSpreadum | NonConsent/Reluctance | 2021-02-03 | 2021-02-03 | 2022-01-01 15:48:27 | 1 | literotica.com | https://www.literotica.com/s/you-should-have-just-looked | A wife takes a hard pounding in the garage. | ['Anal', 'Atm', 'Male Dominant', 'Mdom', 'Non-Con', 'Punishment', 'Reluctance', 'Rough', 'Wife'] | 3.44 | **This story is purely fantasy/fiction. Any real sexual encounter should be between consenting adults and mutually enjoyable.**
I've been out in the garage working out for over an hour when you come through to get something from the outside fridge. I see you checking me out from the corner of your eyes. It pisses me off a little bit: I can't figure out why you wouldn't just look.
I call you on it, "You like what you see?"
You seem surprised, then you roll your eyes and turn to walk back in the house.
Now I AM pissed, "I said, do you like what you see, bitch?" I walk over and grab your waist band, stopping you. "I think you do. I think you want some dick, don't ya bitch?"
Now, you really are surprised and clearly don't know what to say. I don't give you time to say anything before I tell you to suck my cock. You hesitate, so I push you down by the shoulders. Your knees buckle and you fall trying to steady yourself, grabbing at my chest and arms but they're slick with sweat. You land on your knees in front of me, holding on to my hips.
"Yeah, look at that! All ready to suck."
I pull out my dick and shove it in your face. You turn away, starting to get over your surprise and getting angry.
I say, "No you don't. You wanted some dick, you're getting some dick. Suck this fuckin' cock."
I grab you by the sides of the head and pull your face toward my hardening dick. I can see in your eyes you can't decide if you're pissed off or turned on.
"Open your mouth, bitch. Be my little cock whore."
Finally you part your lips and I immediately shove my dick in. You grab my hips and push away from me, gagging, but I hold your mouth down on my dick.
"Balls deep, cunt. I want it balls god dammed deep. FUCK YEAH."
I pull your head off and let you catch your breath for a second before I put my dick back in your mouth. You're still gasping around my dick. You can taste and smell the salt from my sweat. I take your head and start to face fuck you.
"SUCK it, bitch. Suck my mother fuckin cock."
Your lips finally close around me as you start to suck. I groan softly while I face fuck you. Your spit is already running down your chin and down my balls.
"That's it, cunt. That's it. Suck it like a little cock whore. DAMN, you can suck cock. You like it don't ya? Yeah, you like this big damn dick in your throat. Oh yeah, balls deep. Fuckin' choke on it!"
I stop you long enough to pull your shirt and bra off. I pull them both roughly over your head, messing up your hair. Your nipples are hard: you're clearly getting turned on, despite how rough I'm being. Then I shove my cock back in your mouth.
"Feel your cunt, baby. Are you wet? My dick in your mouth making you wet?"
You groan a "yes;" I feel the vibration on my cock and I like it. I pull my shaft back out of your mouth, watching the string of spit glisten between your lips and the end of my dick.
I grab your shoulders, and stand you up roughly. I grab your leggings and panties and pull them both down to your ankles, jerking your clothes down hard. You almost lose your balance again. I hold on to you and turn you around, pressing my dick into your ass crack, grabbing a tit from behind with my left hand and wrapping my right hand around your throat.
"I'm gonna fuck the shit out of you and you're gonna take it. You got it?"
You give a small nod, scared to do anything else.
"I'm gonna fuck any hole I want, however I want, as hard as I want, and you're gonna take it. Still got it?"
You nod again. I push you toward the weight bench, you're shuffling with your pants around your ankles. I push you down over the bench.
I can see your ass and your sex. You're obviously wet. I straddle over you and you feel the head of my dick against the lips of your cunt. I slam it in your pussy with a grunt. I'm still wet from your mouth and your cunt is dripping. I'm in up to my balls immediately.
"FUCK YES! GOD DAMN you're a little whore. Wet fuckin cunt, YEAH! Take it, BITCH."
I start to thrust in and out of you, the lips of your tight cunt are wrapped around my cock. You make little grunts each time I force my dick into you and my balls are slapping your clit as I fuck. I grab your arms and pull them back, holding your forearms with one hand and pulling you back, forcing your back to arch and I slam my cock in and out of your cunt. I take your hair with my other hand and pull. You can't move, all you can do is kneel there and take my dick slamming into you. You hear me grunting in pleasure. Sweat is pouring off me, dripping all over your back, making you ass slick against my hips as I fuck you hard and deep.
I let go, panting, and pull my dick out of you.
"Fuck, you can take some dick you little bitch."
I swagger around to your head and thrust my hips at your face. My dick, slick with your cunt juice is right in your face.
"Suck that dick, whore. Taste your wet cunt on my shaft. SUCK IT WHORE!"
You take it in your mouth, licking and sucking my wet dick, tasting your pussy and my sweat. You're still bent over the weight bench, and I start to slide my cock in and out of your mouth again. I lean down and grab your ass as you suck, and push a finger into you asshole. I feel you jerk in surprise around my cock.
"Yeah, you feel that? I told you any hole I want, you god dammed whore. Keep sucking!"
I keep the finger shoved in your ass and hold your head with my other hand and shove my dick in deep.
"Stick your tongue out, fuckface. I wanna feel it on my balls. Oh yeah."
I hold your head down on my cock as you gag. I let go of your ass and use both hands behind your head to keep my dick down your throat. You push on my hips again and I release. My cock is slick with spit, another thick string runs from the end of my shaft to your lips. I wipe it on your cheek, then walk back around behind you.
You start to try to get up and I shove you back onto the weight bench.
"Oh no little whore. I aint done with your ass yet."
I press my thumb on your tight asshole. You tense, but I push it in anyway. I pull up a little so I can see your wet, swollen cunt. I slowly slide my dick back into your pussy, feeling your wet pussy wrap around my cock. I start to thrust into you again, hard. I still have my thumb in your asshole and feel you squeeze.
I pull my thumb out, reach up and grab your hair, pulling you toward me as I lean down and say, "Get ready, bitch. Get your goddammed ass ready." I give your pussy a few more hard thrusts, then pull out.
We're both panting, sweat is pouring off me, running down my chest and back, dripping off my balls. Your back is glistening and your gorgeous round ass is slick with sweat. I put one hand on your back to hold you down and take my dick in the other. I press my cock against your tight, puckered, asshole. You squirm but there's nowhere to go. I spit on my dick as I put more pressure on your hole. Finally, the head of my cock pops in.
You scream a little.
"That's it baby. Take that dick in your ass."
I put more pressure; my cock is wet from your pussy and slowly slides in. I hold you down and I press deeper in your asshole, filling you up.
"Fuckin take it, whore," I say as I start to slide in and out of you. "Take it in your ass, you nasty little bitch. You feel that thick cock spreading you open? You got a tight little asshole, cunt."
I'm slamming my dick in your ass, my balls are smacking your wet sloppy cunt each time I pound it in you. I put my hands on my knees, the only thing touching you is my cock and balls as I fuck the shit out of you, grunting and sweating over your tight body.
"Yeah bitch, that's MY goddammed ass."
I pull out of you just to slam my dick in you your pussy.
"And that's my fuckin pussy!"
I go back and forth from your pussy and ass, sliding my shaft all the way in and out of each hole. I push in and out of your asshole one last time, then smack your ass, HARD.
I walk around to you face again. This time you just open your mouth and take my cock, right out of your ass.
"Goddamn it bitch, that's hot. Suck that nasty dick. You taste that ass and pussy juice?"
I put my hand under your chin as you slurp my sloppy cock and lift your head up. My dick pops out of your mouth, I grab it and put one leg up on the weight bench. I set my balls on your mouth and you turn your head and start to lick.
"Lick those goddamn balls, cunt. Just like a god damn dog. Oh yeah, now suck em, suck my motherfuckin nuts. You taste that pussy, you nasty whore? Taste your nasty ass? KEEP SUCKIN' BITCH!"
I reach back and slide two fingers in your ass as you suck my balls.
After a while, I pull my cock out of your mouth and walk back behind you. My cock slides into your ass. I start fucking you hard and fast. I'm ready to cum. Pounding into you, my balls tighten and my dick swells. I bust my nut deep in your bowels, filling you with my cum. Panting, I stay still for a minute, letting every drop of cum drain out of my balls and into your ass. Finally, I pull out. You gasp as my dick slides out of your wrecked asshole. You start to try to stand up, but I push you back down on the bench. I watch as my cum starts to seep out of your ass and runs over your swollen pussy. Then I smack your ass again and walk inside to shower. |
19,546 | You Shouldn't Do That | Cunomaglus | NonConsent/Reluctance | 2021-06-01 | 2021-06-01 | 2022-01-01 15:48:27 | 1 | literotica.com | https://www.literotica.com/s/you-shouldnt-do-that | And old friend calls and soon takes advantage of her. | ['Breeding', 'Consenualnonconsensual', 'Forced', 'Reluctant', 'Tied'] | 3.86 | Eamon had barely seen Hanya since she got married, and not at all since she had moved into her new house and her baby. On one of his trips to the hardware store he realised how close she lived to it and he had suggested that he call to see her. He was glad to have the opportunity to visit and as he walked up to her door he thought how things had changed and what good times they had had. They used to have fun texting and sexting and she sent pictures that were stunning. All changed now though.
She answered the door and he smiled and felt genuinely happy to see her. When he was arranging when to visit she had complained that she was bigger than she used to be. He supposed that maybe she was carrying more weight than she had previously but really he just saw her as she had always looked, even when she was wearing a baggy shirt and sweatpants. As he hugged her an old song came into his head. "Oh you've got grey eyes, oh you've got blue eyes." Her eyes still looked the same, as did her mouth. Small but perfectly formed - as the rest of her had always been too.
As soon as she welcomed him in he was back in the here and now. He shouldn't be letching when they had so much to catch up on. Baby June was there and she was beautiful.
"She'll break hearts when she grows up." he said, and Hanya seemed to glow with pride.
He had brought her a mirror as a housewarming present, and some gold cord to hang it. She seemed genuinely pleased with it and set it against the fireplace, promising to put it up as soon as she could.
They chatted and told each other what they had been up to. It seemed that both said they had been doing nothing new before finding lots to tell each other. Hanya went to make them tea and she walked out of the room Eamon checked her butt. He was careful not to let her see of course - he tried to be always the gentleman. When she came back in he noticed that her nipples were visible through her top. It must have been cold in the kitchen. Eamon reckoned he'd have to find another reason to get her to go out there.
She was making him feel so horny! Even as she ate a biscuit with her tea he found himself watching her lips. What a lovely little mouth indeed...
Hanya decided that it was nap time for baby June and took her upstairs. Eamon stood up and went over to look at the books on a shelf. He couldn't remember if he had ever loaned her Kushiel's Dart or if he had just told her about it. She would have liked it, he knew that. He had often imagined Hanya in the role of Phedre. There she was making him feel so horny again. He had to concentrate not to have a hard on
Hanya came back into the room.
"That's her down. She's very good - she'll nap for ages there. That's so handy when I want to do things."
She has walked closer to him as she spoke but now she stopped. She didn't say anything, just looked at him.
"What's the matter?" he asked. "You look afraid."
She didn't speak, and shook her head. There was still a look in her eyes that surprised him. Surprised him and started his mind racing.
"You aren't afraid of me, are you? You don't think I'd do anything to you? Anything bad."
If he was honest, then what he was thinking was definitely 'bad'. He was thinking about her ass, and her boobs and her lovely little mouth. He had taken a step towards her as he spoke to her.
"Don't hurt me. Don't mark me." she whispered, turning slightly away as she spoke. Maybe her mind had been going to the same places as his.
He put a hand on her shoulder.
"You know I wouldn't mark you. That's very naughty that you should think that." and as he spoke he playfully slapped her backside. Then he squeezed it and rubbed his hand over it.
"You shouldn't do that." Hanya said, but she didn't move away or try to stop him.
"I probably shouldn't but your ass just wants it, I think. I think it's what you need too. And it's having quite an affect on me." Eamon answered, and again he was grabbing her bum, squeezing it harder this time. She still didn't try to stop him and he noticed her glancing down at his groin. Well, she wouldn't be able to miss the hard on he was getting
"I really shouldn't let you do it. It means I'm being bad."
He stepped behind her and as he pushed against her his hands ran up the back of her neck into her hair. He took a handful and pushed her head forward. His mouth was by her ear and he spoke quietly.
"I think this sort of bad feels very good. Don't you? Sometimes girls need to be allowed to be bad."
As he finished speaking his teeth took a grip of her skin just above her hairline at the back of her neck. No 'visible' marks was what she had said, wasn't it?
He let go of her hair and his hands reached down to take hold of her arms and pull them slightly behind her. Her breathing was shallow and rasping and while he knew she was *letting* him bring her arms back they felt tense, as if at any moment she might pull away. He grabbed the cord he had brought to hang the mirror and in an instant it was wrapped three times round her wrists. He then fed it between her wrists, so that she could not pull free from the cord, even if she had wanted to.
"Fuck." was all that she managed to say, and Eamon smiled.
"Is that a request?"
He pushed her against the wall and his hand was at her throat immediately, not squeezing or choking her, instead holding her there.
"With your hands behind your back your tits are pushed out even more than usual." he said.
"They aren't like they used to be. They sag now. They're no good."
"Maybe I should be the judge of that."
"I don't think I should let you do this." Hanya whimpered.
"Let me? Your hands are tied, I want it, and I know that you need it. Let's check."
He unbuttoned the top few buttons of her shirt and pulled it open, exposing her large breasts and deep cleavage.
"It's an old bra. It isn't nice, I'm sorry." she said, seeming to blush more at her old bra than what he was doing to her.
He reached behind her and unhooked her bra, then pulled it up so that her breasts spilled out. He pushed her head back and started kissing her, and rubbing and squeezing her breasts and pinching her nipples. Turning her round he pushed over the arm or a chair, keeping her head low so that she wouldn't be able to get back up easily. She was wearing sweatpants and he easily pulled them down round her knees. She was wearing crotchless panties. He slapped her backside
"Who's a naughty girl, wearing crotchless panties when she has visitors?" he said and slapped her again
"I wear them to pretend I'm still sexy." she answered.
"You don't have to pretend. You're incredible. And you're incredibly naughty - and you know what happens to naughty girls? They get fucked."
As he spoke the had undone his belt and fly, and he cock was out. His hand slipped between her legs and felt how wet she was. All thoughts of foreplay left his head and all he could focus on was getting inside her. Hanya knew that she was aching for him to be inside her too but she suddenly realised something important
"A condom? Have you put on a condom? Are you going to cum in me?"
Eamon's blood was singing in his ears and he could barely hear what she had said as slipped his cock into her wet pussy. He started thrusting into her at once, his hands on her wide hips. She was pushing back onto him with each drive in but still she was trying to speak.
"What if you make me pregnant? Are you going to do that? Don't, please."
Eamon grabbed her hair and pulled her head up. He pounding into her as his free hand reached round to feel her breast. He leaned forward and his voice was breathless
"Where do you want me to cum then? In your pussy? Over those big tits of yours? I wonder do you need a facial today? Or are you going to swallow it all? Maybe I'll pull out and cum all over your ass."
The thought of each of them turned him on more and more and he rode her faster and faster. His hand had left her boobs and was at her throat again, firmer now, starting to squeeze and make it harder for her to breathe, especially as he was going harder and harder at her.
"Don't dare cum on my ass. That's horrible." she snapped.
He turned her head and she found herself looking at the mirror he had brought as a present.
"Look at yourself being fucked. See that cock going into your pussy? That's what you need. That's what you were put in this earth for."
And then he was cuming and his movements were a spasm of his hips as he spurted inside her. He pushed deeper and harder until he had finished and he pulled out slowly. Hanya was still bent over the chair and he walked round to her. He lifted head.
"Suck me clean."
And she took him into her mouth and tasted her own juices and his cum on her cock, and at the same time felt it leaking from her pussy. He took only a moment to untie her restraints, and pulled her close to him. He held on to her as he sat down and she leaned in against him. Neither spoke. She pulled up her sweatpants.
"We shouldn't have done that. You shouldn't have cum in me. I ought not to have let you. We're bad. What if I'm pregnant?"
Eamon didn't answer her last question. After a while he said that he should go. He kissed her before he left and as he walked to his car both were wondering if she could be pregnant. Wondering what they would do, and what the other one would do. And both wondered that if she wasn't should they risk it again. |
19,547 | You Still Need Me | SouthenDaisyBelle | NonConsent/Reluctance | 2017-02-22 | 2017-02-22 | 2022-01-01 15:48:28 | 1 | literotica.com | https://www.literotica.com/s/you-still-need-me | My ex fiancé shows up unannounced. | ['Big Cock', 'Big Tits', 'Cheating', 'Forced', 'Non-Con', 'Noncon', 'Nonconsent', 'Petite Girl', 'Reluctance', 'Spanking'] | 3.87 | My purse slammed to the floor and its contents went flying. The condo was dark, but I could see him clearly. Shit, I muttered to myself. He still had a key. I knew I should have taken it from him when I dumped him two weeks ago.
I wobbled in my five inch red stiletto pumps. The four Long Island iced teas had given me the buzz I'd been seeking, but I regretted them now. I tugged at my little black lace dress, desperate to cover my legs.
His breathing was loud and labored as he saunter towards me. His 6'3", 230 pound frame cast a long shadow as the moonlight poured in through my bedroom window. My condo was on the 23rd floor and overlooked the Cumberland River. Normally the view was gorgeous, but tonight it was blocked by my menacing ex fiancé.
"Toby," I greeted him. My voice slurred and I tried to steady myself. If he even caught a hint of alcohol in my breath or actions, he'd be livid. We'd broken up because he hated my drinking and I hated the fact that he fucked every one of my friends. He'd scream and call me a lush and an alcoholic. I'd respond that he was a whore and a slut
who fucked desperate women to feel better about his tiny cock. Neither were true, I only drank occasionally and his cock was huge.
A yawn escaped my lips and I stretched my arms over my head. My 34DD breasts pushed my dress to its limits. My petite frame always fit nicely next to him. His arms made me safe. Until they didn't. Then, they became shackles holding me back and forcing me to be something I wasn't - submissive and meek.
Toby is a traditionalist and when he'd decided to marry me, he expected me to be eager to run down the aisle and become impregnated. But, I had goals and ambitions that I needed to achieve before settling down. My career was just beginning and I'm only 23, which put me nearly 15 years his junior. Age wasn't ever an issue for us. We'd met when I was 17 and he'd been the first and only man I'd ever been with. He proposed the day after my 21st birthday and we planned our wedding for the month after I graduated college.
Then, life got in the way and a year passed after my graduation and I'd yet to commit to a date. He was eager to settle down. He hated my career and he hated my success even more. I traveled constantly and he couldn't get past his jealousy and fear that I was fucking all my clients. When in fact, he was the one sleeping around.
I used to blame myself and my lack of prowess in the bedroom. Something must be wrong with me for my lover to seek satisfaction with another woman ... multiple other women. But, the past year had shown me that the problem was him, not me. I'd gone out of my comfort zone and had been willing to try anything to keep him faithful. We role played, dabbled in BDSM, watched porn, fucked daily and a litany of other things. I'd given more blow jobs in the past 12 months than I had in our entire relationship.
The men in my office reassured me of my sexiness daily and I was often tempted by my wandering eye, but I never strayed. I never even flirted. Sure, my eye wandered, but my job selling body building supplements put lots of eye candy in my path.
Toby, on the other hand, flirted and wandered.
He kept straying and I finally snapped. Our last fight had been the biggest ever and ended with me needing to cover a black eye with a pile of makeup. It wasn't the first time he'd hit me, but it was the last. My eye had taken a full week to heal, though it was still off color. I hadn't seen him since that night, though he'd called me several times per day. I ignored every single one, hoping he'd take the hint.
But here he was, standing in my bedroom looking more menacing than ever. He kicked aside my lipgloss that had rolled from my spilled purse to his feet. I crossed my arms over my body, trying to hide my cleavage from his peering eyes, and stood my ground.
"You shouldn't be here," I spat at him. It was dark, but I could see his eyes looking me over. They were bloodshot with rage and raw desire. Instantly I knew why he was here. My pussy tingled in response and I willed her to calm down. Despite our issues, a natural animalistic hunger took over when he was near. I raised my hand to my eye, it was still tender, and shook my head. No, not tonight, I urged myself, he doesn't deserve you.
"Cassidy," he said my name with a mixture of anger and passion. "Out fucking the town?" His eyes moved up and down my dress. He moved towards me and I stepped back.
"No, Toby," I said. I'd vowed to hold steady and not give in. "I wasn't out fucking the town. That's your specialty."
My words slurred as my body betrayed me and started swaying. I should have stopped at two drinks. I should have refused the shots the bartender poured as he stared at my tits. I should have gone home with the musician that had stuck his hand up my skirt in the bathroom. If I'd done that, I wouldn't be standing vulnerable in front of the one man who knew exactly how to exploit my weakness.
"You're wasted," he laughed. It wasn't a happy laugh. It was evil and it sent a shiver down my spine. "And that dress ..." he moaned and licked his lips as he stepped closer.
I tried to back up, but his hands reached my waist and he grabbed me. He leaned around me and slammed the door shut.
"Toby," I warned. My warning fell on deaf ears as he picked me up and tossed me over his shoulder. Toby knew my body better than anyone, he could find my clit in the dark and slide his cock into my cunt without even aiming. We'd always been in perfect sync and I used to love that. But tonight as his fingers ripped into my pussy, I hated it. He used his hand to held me steady on his shoulder. I knew one wrong moved would land me on the floor hard.
He flipped me back onto my bed, his hand still inside me. With one hand he reached towards my neck and grabbed the top of my dress. I wasn't wearing much under it, just a thin black g-string and no bra. I'd gone out with the intention of getting laid, but couldn't pull the trigger when the opportunity presented itself. Damnit, Cassidy's conscience! I cursed silently. I could be fucking the drummer right now, instead I'm being manhandled by my ex.
With one swift tug he ripped my $800 Elizabeth and James lace dress open. My breasts spilled out, bouncing free. I heard him exhale loudly as he took my naked body in. He'd seen it a million times, but each time he'd looked at me like it was the first. It usually got me going, but tonight the look terrified me.
He leaned in, pressing deep into my body and clamped down my my breast with his mouth. He sucked my tender pink nipple and then bit down. He tugged, not so gently, and then bit again. I screamed out in pain. My cry only encouraged him.
His fist was punching into my hole rapidly now, shaking my body with every thrust. He pulled himself up and smiled as my tits danced with each thrust. Tears stung my eyes as I fought them back.
"I knew you'd be wet for me," he growled.
"I'm not wet for you!" I shouted back, my voice twisting in pain, pleasure and fear. "I'm wet for Chris, the drummer I fucked at the bar tonight."
It wasn't true, but I wanted to hurt him. I wanted my words to punch him in the gut. I wanted him to feel the pain I was feeling. Maybe he'd ease his assault.
I was wrong. He ripped his hand from my cunt and slapped me across the face. My juices splattered into my eyes when he did. He grabbed me and sat down on the bed, laying me over his lap. His hand landed hard on my ass as he spanked me. The tears broke free and with every spank, I sobbed. My body was heaving under his hands.
"I'm sorry," I mumbled through my sobs. "I didn't fuck him! I didn't, Toby."
I begged him to stop.
"I don't believe you," he muttered between the blows.
"Your cock is still the only one," my voice came out as a whimper. The blows to my ass kept coming. Sometimes he'd miss and a slap would land on my thighs. I tried to wiggle free, but he held me down. "Please!"
My voice cracked and strained through my tears. We'd done light spanking before, but this was something else. He cock was hard, I could feel it pressing into my stomach as I laid over him. So, I knew he was enjoying this while I was writhing in pain.
My ass stung and my legs were trembling. He finally relented. I sighed in relief, but it was short lived. My body went limp. He picked me up like a rag doll and tossed me onto my back on the bed. I could have escaped at this point, but I was numb and felt as though I couldn't even move.
Toby pulled his shirt over his head and slipped off his jeans and boxers. His nine inch long and impossibly thick cock was pointing right at me as if it were accusing me of doing something. Despite the pain that was engulfing my entire body, my pussy reacted to the site of its familiar mate. My cum dripped down my thighs.
I was conflicted. Part of me wanted to crawl over to him, beg for forgiveness and then fuck him. The other part of me wanted to run in terror. I didn't have a chance to do either. Toby crawled across the bed and hovered over me. He slid down so his face met my cunt. He buried his nose near my hole and smelled in deeply.
"I didn't fuck anyone, I swear to God Toby," I insisted again. My lips trembled as I tried to stop the sobs. I knew he was smelling me to see if he could smell another man on me. He'd done this often. And, like all those other times before, he didn't smell a thing.
"I know," he grunted. "Your pussy smells like your cum and only yours."
He slithered back up my body and placed his lips on mine. I didn't move. His tongue forced my lips open and then it darted around my mouth. When I didn't kiss him back he pulled back.
"Fucking kiss me," he said through gritted teeth. "Do you need more spanking."
I shook my head violently. No, I couldn't handle another ass beating. So, I opened my mouth slightly and his lips met mine. When they did, I eagerly took in his tongue and allowed him to kiss me deeply and passionately. This time, I kissed him back.
My stomach turned as I could taste another woman on him. Motherfucker, I thought. Who had he fucked this time. I tried to pull away, but he held me down. I wasn't going anywhere.
His hard cock poked at my cunt. I tried to close my legs, but his knees urged them open. Just like always, he found my opening without his hands and his dick slid right in. He released my mouth and I turned to spit the taste out of my mouth.
"You taste like a whore," I said in disgust.
He just laughed, "Shut the fuck up, you sound pathetic."
As he said it, he rammed into me. My body jolted as his dick punched my cervix. He pulled all the way out and slammed back in. He held himself over me for a moment, his biceps shaking under his weight. He pulled back and the thrusted back in - over and over. Slow and hard. My cunt responded despite my best efforts to hold back. My hips rose to meet his thrusts. I moaned softly through my tears as the contact triggered my clit.
He shifted and slid out of me. I felt a moment of relief, until he grabbed my ankles and pulled me to the edge of the bed. He slipped his hands under me and lifted me towards him. I took a deep breath and waited, knowing what was coming. Or, at least I thought I knew what to expect.
I braced myself, waiting for his cock to plunge into me again, but it didn't. He stood there, my feet in the air and his hands holding up my ass. I looked up at him. He was staring down at me.
My tears stung as they flowed down my cheeks. I hadn't stopped crying since he'd spanked me. My body heaved with each sob.
"Why are you crying?" He asked with genuine confusion.
"Because I fucking hate you!" I screamed. I was shaking from head to toe.
"Why?" He asked again. I took a deep breath. Were we really doing this? He waited for my answer. His dick threatening to penetrate me again. I decided I had nothing to lose by being honest. He was going to do what he wanted anyways. I might as well say what I need led to say.
"You turned me into a pathetic woman. You fucked everyone I know and accused me of cheating. I never strayed and still haven't. I hate that your touch still excites me. I hate that your cock is the only one that's ever been inside me. It makes me sick just thinking about your cock being inside me again," I gasped for air as I sobbed through the last sentence. "Because you beat me - physically and emotionally. Because you're raping me! Is that enough? Toby? You ruined me!"
The look of confusion faded from his face and was replaced by rage. He stared right through me as he jerked me to my feet.
"Raping you!" He grunted. "I wasn't raping you. But, now, now you've asked for it you piece of shit whore."
He picked me up and slammed me into the wall. My back was to him. He pinned my arms over my head and he leaned into me.
"Open your legs," he growled into my ear. I shook my head no. He repeated himself. I refused again. His knee forced my legs apart and he slammed it into my pussy. The swift knee to my groin lifted me off the ground. He held my arms up with one hand while the other lifted my ass. I turned my head to the side as his body crushed me.
Despite the pain, my cunt was burning with desire and my clit throbbed, begging for release. I hated my body as much as I hated him. I wanted this, I knew I did. I'd missed his cock. I'd missed his touch.
His dick rubbed against my inner thigh as his hips started grinding against me. He slid up my slit and then slipped into my hungry cunt. He thrusted up and deeper into me. My body relaxed and sank onto him and he removed his hand. I was on my tiptoes, trying not to fall. Every thrust was so powerful they lifted me off the ground. My tits were slamming into the wall. I rocked my hips to meet his thrusts, grinding down onto him. God, I needed to cum.
He started pumping faster. He reached a hand around me and found my clit. He rested his hand there and I tried to ignore the burning desire. I wanted to grind into his hand and force his cock deeper inside of me, but I stopped moving my hips as soon as he grazed my clit.
"Tell me you want me," he groaned in my ear. "Beg me to make you cum."
I shook my head. I couldn't say those words, as bad as I wanted to, I couldn't give him the satisfaction. He released me and yanked his cock free. I collapsed to the floor. He stepped back and I turned to face him. My tits bounced as my rapid breath struggled to keep up with my pounding heart.
His cock hung in front of me, dripping in my juices. My clit ached. My cunt yearned for it.
Fuck.
I stood up and looked up to him, my big green eyes pleading with him. I refused to say the words out loud.
"Say it, Cassidy."
I held my breath. No. I decided. I could do this without him. I reached my hand between my lips and found my clit. It was engorged and it pulsed under my touch. My eyes rolled back into my head as I started massaging it.
"No," I whispered. My touch was working just fine. "I don't need you."
He looked at me in disbelief. I'd never touched myself in front of him. He'd always asked me to, but the idea felt so humiliating. Now as I stood in front of him, I massaged my clit slowly and intentionally as he watched. I was close to cumming and my knees wobbled as I struggled to hold my balance.
He swatted my hand away just as I closed my eyes. I was on the verge and the beginning of my climax had started. I gasped, frustrated that my release was so close and he'd stolen it from me. He pushed me back onto the bed and flipped me on to my stomach. Once again he forced his cock through my opening and began fucking me. He grabbed my blonde hair and wrapped his hand around he. He tugged, pulling me up like a dog on a leash.
This time, there was no build up, no teasing, no slow, lingering thrusts, just fucking. Hard, cunt pounding fucking. My body jerked forward and slid across the bed with each forceful grunt. He'd pulled me back into him, his balls slapping my thighs. His hand landed on my ass as he spanked me over and over. I was already raw and sore.
Pain. Pain was all I felt in that moment.
He relented on the spanking and reached under me. He found my clit and pinched - he pulled as he did. My eyes flew open and my mouth hung dry as I groaned loudly. He pinched harder. Blood pumped through me, the sound was deafening. My hips took over and I started matching his thrusts, causing his hand to dig into my clit.
"Fuuuuck!" I screamed as he kept pinching and pulling. "Toby ... Toby ... TOBY! Fucking make me cum!" I screamed his name and begged him to allow me to cum.. My heart raced. I grabbed the pillow and pulled it to my face. I bit down on the rough cotton, sending shivers down my spine.
He grunted and thrust deep into me, his cock buried so far into me we were one. His member pulsed and released into me as he rolled my clit in his fingers. I came so hard, I buried my face in the pillow, unable to breath. We both froze as our orgasms rolled in sync in waves over us. Once the intensity rolled to a slow halt, he dropped his full weight on me.
He panted into my ear, "I knew you needed me."
"Fuck you," I retorted. |
19,548 | You Teasing Bitch! | Drippin Wet | NonConsent/Reluctance | 2007-03-08 | 2007-03-08 | 2022-01-01 15:48:29 | 1 | literotica.com | https://www.literotica.com/s/you-teasing-bitch | Well pleasured lady gets revenge. | ['Blowjob', 'Bondage', 'Cherries', 'Couples', 'Food', 'Oral', 'Revenge', 'Rimming', 'Submission'] | 3.37 | "You teasing bitch." rings in my head as I shower for the second time today, a huge devilishly wicked grin splitting my face. Tease! I have not even begun to tease you yet, baby!
Stepping from the shower as I dry off. I walk into my lover's room; it reeking of musky sated sweat and sex. My lover is naked and dozing heavily on the bed, his arms stretched above his head. I stand at his feet and gaze down at him.
An angel floats down onto my right shoulder, her delicate whispers brushing my ear, reminding me of the absolutely, incredible, delicious pleasure he gave to me this morning, how wonderful it was, remembering the intense orgasms rolling and writhing through my body.
A soft buzzing in my left ear distracts my thought's, I turn my head as a little devil plops down on my left shoulder. I gasp as I peer startled at the little devil perched on my left shoulder, "what did you say?"
"RED! RED! RED! Have you forgotten so soon", the little devil hisses at me!
Frowning, I think upon it.
The angel whispers, "But he was so good this morning, so giving, so caring, so very loving..."
"Yes! He rocked your world this morning, but that doesn't excuse WHAT he did to you! Hisses the devil.
"Just what did he do, that was so bad!" cries the angel. "He gave her one incredible orgasm after another."
"Yes! He did, he played your body like a perfectly tuned instrument, and then he turned it upon you with a vengeance! Teasing you so mercilessly!" the devil whispers in my ear, mockingly chanting "RED, RED, RED..."
Smiling mischievously, I walk into the closet and grab a handful of your neckties.
The devil laughs mirthfully, as he chants "RED, RED, RED!" Over and over again into my ear, drowning out the mortified cries of the angel, which disappears in a poof of white smoke.
I slip into the kitchen, grabbing a can of whipped cream, a jar of maraschino cherries, chocolate syrup, a small jar of jalapeno peppers and a Popsicle.
Strolling into Tony's room, a sadistic smile upon my face, I set my contraband on the bed next to his sleeping form. Scoop up two of the ties, knotting them loosely in a hangman's noose and tying them to the headboard above his wrists. Carefully, I slip them around each of his wrists, grab his hands and give a quick tug down, tightening them upon his wrists as he jerks awake yelling, "What the hell! What do you think you're doing"!
I reach down and hook his right ankle, tightening a tie around it and attaching it to the bedpost as I saucily reply, "Getting even!" I reach for his other foot, securing it as well.
Confusedly, he snaps, "what for?"
I step up, smiling sweetly at him and quip, "This morning!"
More confused than ever, he opens his mouth to spit out a question and I take the opportunity to gag him with his own tie.
Stepping back, looking at my handy work as his face darkens with irritation, he looks up, tugging on his bonds, tightening them even more. Realizing his predicament, his head whips around, his eyes boring into mine to release him.
I slap my hands together, smile and sweetly mock, "Now, lets get down to business, shall we."
Surveying my pile of goodies, I deviously look at him and pull a red Popsicle from the box. Tearing off the wrapper, I generously lick it as I watch him. I press the tip just behind his left ear; his eyes widening at the cold, I draw it slowly down his jaw, across his chin and along and up the other side of his jaw, sweeping it down his nose and circle his lips until they're nice and chilled at which point I leaned down suck his bottom lip between my teeth and nipping it as the cold Popsicle skates along his throat to circle his nipples. His body tenses up as his nipples painfully contract, I drag it across his chest rubbing it back and forth before letting it rest there.
Confusion and impatient irritation shining from his eyes, I get nose to nose and whisper, "just say RED." His eyes widen as he realizes he can't say anything, anything at all with the gag in his mouth. His hand fists as he sees the smirk of satisfaction on my lips or perhaps it might just be from the cold numbness settling into his frozen nipple.
I remove the Popsicle from his tightly puckered nipple and drag it along his tense ribcage raising goose bumps as I go, getting closer and closer to his groin. His eyes bulge at the thought of what I'll touch next as muffled sounds issue from behind his gag. I stop to look at him glaring at me, trying to warn me away from the course I'm on.
Raising my eyebrow, I query mockingly, "Did you say something? No, okay then, just checking" as I drop my hand down to his balls.
He growls at me around his gag as my hand drops to the juncture of his thighs, his eyes widening as the popsicle makes contact with the base of his ball sack, I roll it all over and around them, chilling them thoroughly, pressing in as he groans and his eyes roll back into his head, his balls tuck up closer to his body for protection from the cold. Pure delight quivers through me as I watch his body strain.
I glide the slowly melting Popsicle up his semi-hard shaft, ever so slowly circling it around his tender bulb as he tugs desperately on his bonds trying to get away from the chilling cold.
"Oh look baby, your penis must be really cold, its shriveling up. What do you think?"
His eyes snap at me, like he's ready to give a serious ass whipping.
Taking some pity on him, I wrap his cherry-flavored cock within my hot mouth. Sucking and nursing it back to life, it starts to grow in my mouth, getting harder and larger as his body relaxes from the warm pleasure his cock is receiving, I greedily, suck his stiff prick. Then, lean down and lick the sweet cherry flavoring off his balls, slowly working my way back up and over his prick. I suck him deeply down my throat in one smooth quick motion, my lips moving up and down his shaft hard and fast.
I lower my body down onto the blue satin sheets, resting between his thighs. His leg tenses beneath my hand as his balls tighten against his body; preparing to shoot his cum. I firmly press my Popsicle against his tight asshole, his ass cheeks tense against the cold invasion, his head whips up, blue eyes flying down, pleading with my green ones. I gaze at him as I suck on the head of his cock, like it's my very own unending lollipop. Watching him watch me, I wonder whether he's pleading for mercy or more.
And still the devil whispers, "RED, RED, RED..."
I shrug my shoulders at him, grin around his prick in my mouth and think, what the hell, in for a penny, in for a pound, as I push my frozen Popsicle into his helpless ass, and gobble his dick down my throat. Moving them in tandem up and down, in and out. Fucking him with my rapidly melting Popsicle.
Almost completely immobilized he thrusts his head back into his pillow, shallowly panting and groaning, body tense from the multiple sensations assaulting his senses.
Realizing he's getting too close to coming, I withdraw his cock from my mouth, pull the almost melted Popsicle from his ass, tossing it into the wastebasket by the bed, I crawl alongside his body and lower the gag from his mouth.
I whisper into his ear, "Say RED!"
He turns his head towards me and harshly rasps out, "You BITCH!"
I grab the jar of maraschino cherries, opening it and plucking a couple from inside. Holding them by the stem, I run it over his lips, eyes and cheekbones. Leaving sweet juice all over his face.
I pop them in my mouth as he stubbornly watches and wonders what I'm up to next. Sticking out my tongue, I start ever so slowly lapping the juice trails from his face, Licking his eyelids, the tip of my tongue trailing down his nose, kissing the tip pertly, my hot sweet cherry scented breath washing over him as I work. I glance down and see his cock has softened a little. I slash my mouth across his, licking the cavern of his mouth, stroking his tongue with mine, softly sucking on it as if it was his cock.
He groan's deeply and responds to my teasing by thrusting his head up, his tongue forcefully invading my mouth, mating, seeking more.
As I pull away, I look at him and whisper, "Say it, say, RED and you'll get relief."
He grins up into my face and whisper's, "Fuck You."
Frowning, I look into his eyes and whisper, "wrong answer."
I reach over and grab a jalapeno pepper, breaking it in half, I run it across his upper lip as he struggles and curses at me not to.
Kissing his forehead I thoughtfully say, "Maybe next time, you'll be ready to say it." Bounding off the bed, I smile wickedly at him and insightfully remark, "Oh, by the way, I wouldn't lick your lip if I was you."
Looking down his body, I realize his cock needs teasing again. Hum, what can I do next, looking at my remaining supplies; a light bulb goes off in my head. I glance up from my pondering to see him warily watching me, wondering if what I've got in mind will be painful or pleasurable. His upper lip stings; whatever it might be, he realizes I haven't replaced the gag; perhaps I forgot.
But, I haven't! I have my reasons and they are well thought out.
Smiling down at him, I remark, "You know, it's been a long, time since I've eaten a banana split, and you have a ripe banana that is just perfect to eat."
Trying to focus on what I said instead of his itchy top lip, he realizes it's going to be pleasure. Smirking; he thinks no problem, I can handle this!
Seeing the smirk upon his face, "I ask, are you sure, there isn't something you want to say to me?"
He silently grins at me, his lips sealed as he watches me.
Grabbing the cherries, chocolate syrup and whipped cream, I slide between his legs, open the syrup and pour it up and down his shaft and over his balls. Popping the can on the whipped cream I spray it over his cock, set the can aside and reach for a cherry, placing it right on top.
Watching me, he smugly believes this is going to be a walk in the park.
Smiling into his blue eyes, I breathily reply, "I guess I should dig in."
Leaning over his groin, I start licking the sweet concoction from his cock and balls, gripping the cherry between my teeth, I gaze at him while softly chewing it, leaning back over I lap at the chocolate and melting whip cream, hearing him softly sigh. I look into his eyes and suck his chocolate covered cock down my throat, Swallowing hard as my throat muscles caress him, his cock expands with excitement filling my throat; shutting off my air. I come up off his cock. Grab the can of whipped cream, insert the tip into his ass and fill it with some of the sweet creamy concoction. Tossing the can aside I smile nastily at him and start licking, dipping and thrusting my curling tongue inside his ass. My hand strokes the shaft of his chocolate covered cock as I feast on his ass, licking the rim clean, Sitting up, whip cream smeared all over my face, I glance up at him while stroking his hard cock with my hand, I see that he's pretty much delirious with ecstasy, but not quite ready to cum.
I straddle his cock, forcing his big swollen head into my quivering excited pussy. I look over my shoulder at his smiling face and inquire as my cunt bobs up and down on his shaft "are you ready to say RED." His grin widens as he shakes his head in the negative. I hop off his cock, grab three of his ties, knot them together slide it behind his neck and loop it under his knees, grasping the free end I knot them together, effectively immobilizing his legs and exposing his ass, making him feel very vulnerable. I crawl between his legs, kneeling on my knees as his grin slips slowly from his lips and his eyes look questioningly into mine, I ask "For the last time, are you gonna cry RED?" He tentatively but stubbornly shake's his head from side to side negatively.
I lean over him with a sweet smile, gaze into his eyes and slowly wet my lips as they descend upon his, I lightly slide the tip of my tongue along the seam of his mouth drawing his bottom lip gently between my teeth, nipping him pertly, I straighten, grab a tie and stuff it into his mouth. Reaching past his head I grab the jar of jalapeno peppers off the headboard, slither back down his body, kiss his cock, nip his balls, lightly lick his ass, sit up and grasp the largest pepper by the stem, swirling it around in its juices as his jaw drops and his eyes widen, I cock an eyebrow, grin triumphantly at him as I slowly drop the pepper back into the jar, as he exhales a sigh of relief, he drops his head back onto the pillow, as his eyes close I take the opportunity to dip my index finger deeply into the jar of pepper juice until my entire index finger is coated, pull it out and press the cold wet tip against his asshole, his eyes fly open as I quickly push my finger in as far as it will go, sawing it in and out of his ass, dipping it briefly back into the jar of pepper juice before thrusting it back into his ass as he thrashes about with strangled sounds coming from his gagged mouth! I yank my finger out, grab the jalapeno pepper from the jar and push it in, hop off the bed and trot into the bathroom to wash my hands with soapy water as he's squealing, squirming and scooting his ass into the bed with his asshole on fire.
I grab a pair of scissors off the dresser to cut the tie from around his neck, tying the loose end to the footboard, forcing his legs to remain extended. I briskly walk over to the headboard, place my foot on the bed beside his head, so that my pussy is over his face, reach back and grab the jar of cherries and start stuffing them into my pussy until my cunt is filled as I watch him wiggle and squirm his ass against the sheet. I grin down, yank the gag from his mouth, and lower my cherry filled pussy to his mouth as I command him to "eat." I lean over, greedily devour his cock as he sucks, chews and desperately swallows the cherries as fast as he can to keep from suffocating. He finally screams, "RED" from between my thighs... |
19,549 | You Took Advantage of Me | DantesPath | NonConsent/Reluctance | 2021-10-09 | 2021-10-09 | 2022-01-01 15:48:31 | 1 | literotica.com | https://www.literotica.com/s/you-took-advantage-of-me | Ada is caught and caned. | ['Alone', 'Cane', 'Caning', 'Degradation', 'Non-Con', 'Noncon', 'Public', 'Stranger'] | 4.32 | London. 1929.
Ada stepped out of the nightclub and onto the street. The air was filled with the warmth of the city in midsummer and so, despite the early hour of the morning, she felt no need to don her bolero.
Her evening had been spent, as so many of them were in the madness of youth and freedom, dancing and drinking.
That terrible war had ceased almost a decade ago; replaced by an explosion of life and love and laughter, and young women like Ada - now emancipated by parliament and the political equals to men - stood on the cusp of a new age of womanhood; fearless, indomitable, liberated.
The world - and the pleasures it offered - were hers for the taking, and she lived free and unfettered by the shame and repression suffered in former years.
Ada moved slowly down the street, a little unsteady as the champagne from the evening continued to roll and reel in her head.
Her dress, shortened to above the knees in the style of the age, hung free and easy on her body as she walked, her dancing heels clicking on the paving stones.
As she walked, she glanced up at the clear sky and a smile of association touched her lips. In an instant, the music of the nightclub came flooding back and she began to hum Crosby's 'Get Out & Get Under the Moon' to the pale, silver disc that illuminated her way.
And as she walked, she became aware of the noise behind her. It was the clicking of metal on the street; a twin to the heels of her buckled shoes.
Ada stopped briefly and turned to look. She had expected to see a fellow young woman but saw instead the well-dressed gentleman moving steadily toward her.
His face was shaded by the brim of his hat, but Ada recognised the fine cut of his evening clothes. She had danced with him in the nightclub some hours before, one of many men she'd danced with.
There, in the frenzied heat, she'd found him interesting, but swept up by the gaiety of the evening they'd danced awhile then parted ways. He'd seemed a little disappointed at the parting, but chivalrous about it and she'd seen nothing of him for the rest of the evening.
Now he walked toward her, the metal tip of his evening cane clicking on the pavement.
"Good evening, sir," said Ada cordially as he approached.
"Good morning, miss," he corrected, raising his hat and giving her a smile. "I heard you humming Crosby. Beautiful little tune, isn't it?"
She nodded silently, politeness dictating she answer the question but tiredness dissuading her from engaging in conversation.
In the nightclub she'd found him interesting but here, on the street in the early hours, the polite conversation was simply a barrier to her reaching her flat and collapsing into bed and a well-deserved rest.
"I love Crosby," smiled the man. "I know most of his records. Going home?"
Ada gave another nod. "Going home," she repeated.
"Alone?" came the question.
"Alone," came the firm repetition.
The man stood quietly for a moment. The warm summer breeze ruffled Ada's dress and she suddenly felt her nipples begin to harden beneath the thin fabric. He'd noticed them too. His eyes ran hungrily over her body for a moment, then he flicked them back to meet her firm, defiant gaze.
"May I escort you?" he asked, smiling warmly
Ada paused for a moment, then she shook her head. "No," she replied. "Thank you, but I live very close." A pause. "Goodnight."
There was another pause whilst he stole a final glance at her body, then replaced his hat. "Goodnight then," he said politely. Then he turned and walked away, whistling Crosby's 'Don't Somebody Need Somebody' as he went.
Ada watched him go and was suddenly aware that her heart had quickened during their brief meeting. Had he just wanted to escort her, or had there been another motive? Had the hour been earlier, and her mood different, she might have accepted his offer, indeed she might have tempted him into her flat once they reached it, but her body was fatigued from the dancing and her brain fogged from the drink.
She felt her pulse slow as she watched the dapper figure walk further down the street, his cane clicking rhythmically as the whistled tune echoed from the houses.
A little way along the street she turned into a side-road. It was a thin passage that ran along the back of the nearby shops; railings along one side and a hard stone wall on the other. It was unlit, and by no means an ideal thoroughfare, but was at least a quiet shortcut.
Besides, she preferred not to continue along the main street and so give the man the idea she was pursuing him.
As she neared the other end of the side-road she heard a whistle up ahead. The sound grew louder and, a few steps on, a dark figure stepped around the corner, blocking her passage.
Though silhouetted by the lamplight behind, the figure was unmistakable.
The man with the hat and cane paused a moment, then began to walk slowly toward her, his tuneful whistle now recognisable as Crosby's 'I've Got the Girl'.
Ada felt her heart jump suddenly and she slowed her pace, then stopped dead.
"Good morning again," she said defiantly as he approached. "I still don't need escorting."
The whistling came to an abrupt halt and he smiled a wolfish smile. "But you do need attending to, don't you?" he asked, his eyes running hungrily over her thin dress.
Ada felt a sudden wave of adrenalin surge through her body, prickling the skin and shaking her from the fog of the alcohol.
She made to push past him along the street, but there was a sudden rush of movement as his cane swung through the air and came to rest on the railings with a dull clang, barring her exit.
"What do you want?" she demanded.
He stepped closer, his eyes glittering beneath the shade of his hat.
"To attend to you, miss," he repeated politely. "You're quite the Sheba."
It was a compliment Ada might have basked under in the gaiety and abandon of the nightclub but here, in a dark side-street in the early hours, the word took on a domineering, predatory tone.
Ada felt her heart sink, even as she squared her jaw and stared back at him.
"I'll scream," she warned.
He was silent for a moment as he considered the threat, his eyes running over her body. She felt his stare penetrating the thin fabric and was suddenly aware of her nipples hardening beneath the fabric.
"No, you won't," he assured her. "You want a good seeing to, don't you?" It had been a statement, not a question.
"I'm going home, sir," she said firmly, trying to ignore the tingle of shameful desire.
Ada turned sharply and made to walk back along the street but there was a second rush of air and the cane came whipping around her chest from behind and pulling her suddenly back.
He was standing behind her now, an arm on each side as he firmly grasped the shaft of the cane that held her tightly caged to his body.
She felt the steady breathing of him on the back of her neck, the muscular trunk of his body behind hers, and the familiar throbbing bulge as it pressed between her buttocks.
"You're going nowhere, whore," he growled. All pretence of good manners vanished.
"I'll scream," she repeated, weaker than before and with less conviction.
Then she felt him lean in against the side of her head and heard his steady, hot breath beside her ear.
"Alright," he whispered. "I promise that if you scream, I'll stop."
Ada let out an involuntary gasp as he spoke. The side-road was dark and secluded, but only a few yards away it gave out onto the wider, lamp-lit streets.
She had only to scream, she was sure, and somebody would hear her. Her mouth opened and closed but no sound came forth; something in her body revolted against the desire to flee.
She felt the pressure in her chest lighten as he loosened his grip, then began to move the cane slowly up and down over her breasts.
Every time the shaft swept over her nipples she felt a bolt of electricity course through her body, delighting and disgusting her all at once.
"You only have to scream," he whispered. "And you can stop this."
She felt disgusted with herself for enduring this treatment, yet something about it kept her from crying out or running. Perhaps he had lied about letting her go, perhaps he would be too quick for her if she ran.
A few moments more and the cane fell away in one hand whilst his other slid over her breast and up toward her bare neck. His fingers teased her flesh for a moment, then the hand slid back down, under the dress now, and so over her naked breast.
Ada gave a small gasp at his touch and felt herself getting wetter.
At the same time, his left hand come back around her body and moved the cane between her legs. Slowly, tantalisingly, he slid the firm shaft up the inside of one leg, raising her dress as it reached her thighs.
She wanted to recoil instinctively from the touch of the wooden invader, but his body - huge and immoveable - remained firmly behind hers, barring her way.
"You like that, don't you?" he snarled. "Filthy bitch."
His hand still freely roamed and explored her breasts beneath the dress as the cane worked its way ever upward until it came to rest at the thin fabric of her underwear. She felt herself get wetter as the cane pressed gently at her lips, pushing her body back into the throbbing bulge of his manhood.
For what seemed like an eternity he held her there, between cane and crotch, as he teased her breasts and breathed foul insults in her ear.
Then he increased the pressure and pace, the hard wooden shaft pushing against her clit and forcing her back against his erection.
Her breathing came heavier now, matching his, and his free hand left her breast and slid upwards to encircle her throat.
Applying just enough force, he tipped her head back onto his shoulder until she stared up between the dark buildings at the silvery moon.
Her lips parted and gaped as he kept up the pressure and Ada felt the first stirrings of an orgasm. She felt intensely ashamed, yet excited by that shame as this stranger played with her in the dark seclusion of the side-road, his hand about her throat whilst the shaft of his cane slid back and forth between her lips, rubbing her pussy and clit with her own underwear.
She felt him throbbing harder now and was suddenly aware that his breathing was matched with hers, that his pleasure was echoed by her degradation, and that knowledge drove her ever further into depravity.
Her orgasm, when it came, erupted like a volcano. Waves of exploding warmth radiated out through her body and her nipples throbbed and pulsed.
She clapped a hand to her mouth to keep herself from crying out, then rode a second wave as she realised she had done it to prevent herself from screaming and so ending the encounter.
At that moment she understood she was entirely his; wanton and desperate to please him.
He understood it too, and let out a low chuckle as he removed the cane and released his grip on her throat.
"Turn around whore," he commanded.
She turned to face him, a dishevelled mess as the last bolts of her orgasm still ran through her body.
"Your face is smudged," he observed with a smirk. "You have one of those new lipsticks?"
Ada nodded and reached into her bag to withdraw the metal tube.
He watched her raise it to her lips, then reached forward and took the object forcibly.
"Allow me," he said with mock politeness.
Then, setting his cane aside, he reached up and held her lower jaw with his free hand.
"Open," he ordered.
Ada opened her lips.
The stranger pushed the ruby end of the lipstick from the tube and drew a wide, red circle inexpertly over her lips.
"A perfect 'O'," said approvingly. "And now you're going to please me," he said, finally releasing her jaw. "On your knees. And keep that 'O' open wide."
Ada sunk to her knees on the street. He loomed above her, a dark, commanding shape, as she looked up at him in submission.
She heard the unbuckling of his belt, then gave a yelp as he grabbed a fistful of her hair and wrenched her head down.
His cock throbbed as he fed it slowly through the inviting red 'O' of her lips and Ada felt a spasm in her pussy as he slid over her tongue.
Instinctively, she closed her lips around the invader and - at his command - began to suck. His hand still grasping her hair, he began to move Ada's head slowly back and forth on his shaft.
He gave a sigh of satisfaction and leaned his head back to look up at the skies. "Ugh, that's a good girl," he groaned. "You like sucking that cock, don't you?"
Ada tried to remain silent but found herself give an involuntary moan. This man who had made her cum with his cane, this stranger who had made a target of her mouth in her own lipstick, was now in complete control and whilst she considered herself an equal to men she felt, here and now, like a piece of meat to be used and violated.
And as her mind recoiled in horror at her body's betrayal, she felt herself getting wetter and the stirrings of another orgasm begin to boil deep within.
Almost as though he were attuned to her inmost desires, the stranger spoke again. "Touch yourself, whore, " he commanded. "Play with yourself whilst you suck."
Ada moved a hand down to rub at her pussy but there was a sharp crack as his cane swept the hand away. "No!" he snapped. "That place belongs to me. You play with your nipples."
Ada gave an agonised moan - half from the crack of the cane on her hand, half from the frustration of not being able to bring herself to an orgasm for him - then she moved both hands up and began to gently circle her own nipples, moaning again on his cock as she did so.
Delighted with the performance, the man gave a deep sigh. He gripped Ada's hair tightly and increased the pace of the blowjob as his cock began to throb and pulse in her mouth. Ada, her fingers teasing her erect nipples, began to moan uncontrollably as she sucked; her mouth impossibly full and her pussy desperately empty.
Then her eyes suddenly widened as she felt the inverted cane between her legs. He pushed it forward onto her soaking panties, then pulled upward so the shaft rubbed along her clit whilst the curled handle - prevented only by the thin patch of sodden material - pushed with delicious frustration into her entrance.
She increased the pace on her nipples as she felt him swelling on her tongue. Her moans now had turned to animalistic whimpering, in perfect rhythm with the pumping of his cock in her mouth and with the tugging and teasing of his cane at her pussy.
She bucked her hips forward to rub herself harder against the shaft as she approached orgasm and heard him laugh.
"Look at you," he chuckled. "Cock in your kisser, cane at your cunt. Filthy little bitch wants to cum again?"
Ada, her mouth stuffed with his cock, moaned in response, then gave a sudden yelp as he wrenched her head back and dragged her by the hair to her feet.
"Then let's give you a proper cane," he snapped. "Against the wall, filth!"
Still holding her hair, he wrenched her around and pushed her forward. Instinctively, Ada put her hands out to support herself as she collided with the wall, her mind a mixture of fury and frustration.
"Bend!" came the second command. Her heart pounded in her chest as she did as she was told, bending down before him with her hands stretched out on the bricks.
She felt rough hands raising her dress to her waist, then drag down the sodden panties to her ankles. The warm morning air brushed against her excited pussy as she stood, bent over and exposed for his pleasure.
A moment later Ada gave a gasp as she felt the head of his cock at her pussy, her dripping lips parting easily to allow him entry.
He held her there for a moment as she stood, waiting to be taken.
"Please," she whimpered.
"Whores don't speak," he admonished. Then he reached forward and she saw the shaft of his cane, held at either end, come down over her head to her mouth.
"Bite," came the command.
She opened her mouth wide as the shaft was placed between her teeth, like a horse's bit, then she gave a squeal when he pulled back on the cane as he plunged himself deep inside her.
The fucking did not last long, but was hard and furious. The man hammered into her sodden pussy as he rode her, bit between her teeth like an animal whilst Ada, still boiling from the pleasures he'd subjected her to on the ground, writhed against the wall as he pounded into her body.
Moments later, her pussy exploded into fire and Ada bucked and writhed against his cock. She felt him swell to an enormous size, then he gave a grunt and flooded her quivering pussy.
They stood for what seemed like hours against that wall. Him grunting as the last spurts of his seed pulsed inside her, her panting hard against the cane still between her teeth.
"There's a good girl," he said finally, removing the cane from her mouth and stepping back. Freed from the forceful cage of him, Ada crumpled into a sodden heap on the floor. Her mouth drew in great gulps of air as she sat there, his cum leaking from her pussy.
He pulled up his trousers and adjusted himself as he looked down at her, attending to his sartorial elegance with as much enjoyment as he took in seeing her submission, then he gave a snigger and turned away.
Collapsed on the street, used and violated, Ada listened to him go. She heard his cane clicking along the street as he went, and could clearly make out the whistled notes of Crosby's 'You Took Advantage of Me'. |
19,550 | You Wanna Tap That? Go Tap That! | cowboy109 | NonConsent/Reluctance | 2010-01-29 | 2010-01-29 | 2022-01-01 15:48:32 | 1 | literotica.com | https://www.literotica.com/s/you-wanna-tap-that-go-tap-that | An odd law is introduced to save the California budget. | [''] | 3.55 | UC Davis is a public university nestled in the Northern part of the Central Valley of California next to the small town of Davis. Professor Wendel cheerily tapped on the metal bar on the seat in front of him. He was sitting on a red double-decker bus on his way to Meyer Hall. The university creek with the Arboretum way looked lovely with the pink flowering trees. Professor Wendel was excited to run his own version of the Stanford experiment. The department paid little attention to the tenured professor, who mildly meddled around.
The students were already sitting on the tables of the community room. The community room was simply a spacious area at the beginning of the hallway on the top floor. The university had added a few tables, chairs, and other surfaces for students to study between classes. There were ten students in their sweat pants, baggy t-shirts, cute skirts, and tight jeans. He gave five of them a corduroy cable that they tied around their upper arm. This marked them as the prison guards. The other five received a trash bag sling to wear over the shoulder and across the chest. Theses prisoners further received a paper coaster from a local bar pinned with a safety needle to their chest. The paper coaster gave them a number one through five.
The experiment was intended to demonstrate the dehumanization of the prisoners and bring out the tyrannical nature of the guards. The entire upper floor was expected to be empty for the next three days. The experiment developed into an entirely unexpected direction early on. After the guards had exercised the prisoners with drills, they left them in a class room, while the guards played games on their IPhone. Secretly, guard Jameson sneaked away from the guards. He commanded prisoner 3, the girl with the green skirt, tank top, and bra beneath showing out. They stole a plastic mattress from the makeshift beds and set up in a distant room.
They were fresh lovers. As fresh lovers do, they lay on the plastic mattress kissing, making up, and screwing like the birdies. Prisoner 3's face glowed with happiness of love making. Guard Jameson's blond hair was tussled. A green skirt was hanging of the edge of a desk. A t-shirt was lying on the floor. The female body was reaching up to the sky straight on top of the male body lying back and marinating in pleasure. The female body was moving with self pleasure around.
All the rooms had video surveillance for the experiment. And, the scene had later leaked on the Internet. Now, came the famous moment. Guard Mustapha entered the door. He was a large man with man boobs and an oversized black t-shirt. He lethargically swung his body through the doorframe with an earnest face to chew them out. Prisoner 3's face seized him up flowing over with love and compassion. She asked the now famous words: "You wanna tap that? Go tap that!" She rotated both hands reached out toward him to come closer. Guard Mustapha wobbled closer. She hugged his large face and kissed him with the warmth of a tanned loving Italian. Her dark brown curly long hair framed her face. Guard Jameson helped pull the large black t-shirt, the size of a tent, over the head. Two big man boobs fell out.
Prisoner 3 turned around to lie on her chest on the plastic mattress and reach her naked behind up into the air. The butt and thighs were wonderfully toned from spinning classes. A little above his penis, guard Mustapha had a prominent gut fold. Beneath it dangled his small flaccid penis. He was kneeling on the plastic mattress. Prisoner 3 scooted her butt against his pale hairy flesh. She reached behind to hold his penis: "You don't need a condom. I am on the pill." The penis half stiffened, enough to insert it into prisoner 3. She moaned. He grabbed her hips to thrust in and out of her. His torso was erect and he looked into nowhere, glancing down at the naked cute coed body every once in a while. She had her eyes closed and hugged her breasts and face into the plastic mattress.
Guard Jameson looked on for a while, until he moved his butt in front of prisoner 3's face. She grabbed his firm penis and swallowed it. An ethereal, warm, and soft light flowed in the room. Happiness and joy was created. They all came together. At dinner prisoner 3 ate with the guards. As the word for the reason of the privilege spread more sensual adventures happened among the ten students. The Stanford prison experiment had turned into a love nest. Guards and prisoners treated each other with much love and privilege.
Professor Wendel was much disturbed that his experiment did not develop as he wanted to. His role was to observe and analyze and never to interfere, except for the protection and safety. However, Professor Wendel got a hold of two real inmates. They had been hardened in the state penitentiary. Inmate Ron had killed two people, one of them in prison. Inmate Robert was notorious for raping his cell mates. The introduction of the two inmates did turn things ugly for half hour or so. A leg was broken within the first half hour. After the first half hour, one of the female coeds had seduced them into a little erotic adventure. They mellowed out immediately. After the second pussy giving, they became friendly. They taught the college kids, how to pass the time of the experiments and get really comfortable with the bare essentials of desk, chairs, and a few plastic mattresses.
The unexpected progress of the experiment left Professor Wendel permanently changed. He spent many days in his professor's office. It was a small little room that barely fit the desk, two chairs, and a couch. Half year later, he emerged as a renegade and weirdo. He had formulated a theory of 'sexappy.' The basic idea of sexappy was that people getting regular sex were happy and functioned pretty well. He claimed that prison inmates would self patrol themselves, if they had access to sex. He claimed that murder, rape, and theft rates would drastically drop. The core motivation for human being is to screw the other gender. If you can have sex, you don't need to steal anymore. If you can have sex, you don't really need to take risks taking bribes. Professor Wendel was convinced that all society's ills could be cured with more sex. He was isolated and sidelined in academia.
However, two years later, California state governor Schwarzenegger surprisingly picked up on the ideas. The state budget had a trillion dollar gap. Nobody could explain how such a large gap happened despite tax increases and service cuts the prior year. The governor was almost forced to close all schools and disband half the police force. Streets had already decayed for years into pothole heavens. Professor Wendel's sexappy theory gave the governor a Hail Mary opportunity. He would introduce a service duty similar to the jury duty. By random choice, state citizens would be picked to render sexual services to anyone, who wanted to have sex. By that theory, he would be able to disband most prison guards and leave the prisoners to stay imprisoned by the honor system. Crime would drop low enough to close three out of four police precincts. Students would love each other so much that the older students would teach next year's class. Corruption would drop. Tax evasion would nearly stop. If the black hole of the budget had not been as severe, he would have never had the law approved. "You wanna tap that? Go tap that!" had been the fighting slogan to gather popularity for the law.
Kristel was a young twenty something, who had received her first form summoning her for service duty. She had called the 800 number to confirm and check in. The morning was a little darker than usual, because she had to get up an hour earlier than work. The streets and sidewalks were black and reflective from the rain that had fallen earlier. Few people were driving or walking near the government building. The solid rock face of the building, the pillars, and Roman design elements clearly marked it as a government building.
The entrance door had a thin black metal frame with vertical push bars. A wide entrance with linoleum floor and gentle steps guided her to the post with a white paper printout taped to a portable barrier: "Service duty report in room 104." Room 104 had rough office carpet and many rows of chairs. The walls were mostly mobile walls hinting at an army of government worker ants in little cubicles with high piles of paper cartons behind it.
Kristel got to seize up her compatriots. There was Faheema, gray faced Arabic woman. She guessed that most of her face was gray, because she could only see the skin around her eyes. She was wearing a scarf over her mouth and nose. The rest of her body was hidden under a layer of clothing that made her body shape look nondescript like a whale. Faheema was holding a large handbag. The design was simply a bag with two large straps. Her shoes were old and scuffy.
Betty sat right opposite to the window that had called their names to sign in. She was a chubby eighteen year old teenager. She was happy and excited. She wore sneakers, purple leggings that made her chubbiness clear. The fabric was a bit overstretched in places to seem transparent. She had a pink t-shirt on that was equally tight. It showed her the outline of her large boobs clearly as well as her love handles. She wore a metal button on her chest with the American flag, an eagle, and the inscription "glad to service." She had asked the government worker during her signing in, if she could service two men, because she was a true patriot. The government worker solemnly declined her request: "We don't do that."
Kimberly sat apart from them all. She was completely aloof of the proceeding. She was in her mid thirties. She seemed to work on a grocery shopping list. She'd scribble a lot of things on it. Her hand bag contained odd knickknacks like a pacifier and a school permission slip. The only thing that she had said all morning was a brief comment to the sign-in clerk: "I know the drill."
Andrea, our government guide, appeared next to the sign in window. She was a pear shaped woman wearing a floral blouse and brown pants. Her gut waddled as she walked. She had a gold ring and a gold bracelet. She called all four of them. She walked them behind the portable walls into the government ant farm. A little cubicle had a large black camera on a tripod. Opposite was a white pedestal with a red, white, and blue American flag hanging lifeless in the office.
Kimberly was the first to give her oath: "I swear to sexually service another Californian today. To my best ability, I will arouse him and stimulate him to orgasm. I believe in my duty of making this state better." She held two fingers up high. Andrea flashed the camera to take evidence of the oath. The oath was a legal vehicle to imprison anyone getting second thoughts later and declining to have sexual intercourse with the designated person.
Betty was quick to jump up on the white pedestal. Her heavy boobs bounced. She lightly blushed as she belted out the words, emphasizing sex. She made fists and waved her outstretched arms left and right like a cheerleader. For the final, she jumped down into a squat and back up. As the camera flashed her, her fingers were in her mouth suggesting a blow job. She mumbled with her full mouth: "I am a patriot."
Faheema was reluctant. She had followed up to here. She started inarticulately to scream 'eeeeh aaaah.' Andrea reached into the pant pocket of her loose pants. She got an orange prescription bottle out with a white cap. The label had Diazepam 20 mg written on it. Andrea tackled Faheema. The confused Faheema was no match to Andrea, who was twice her weight. The large hands of Andrea pushed down on Faheema's mouth until Faheema swallowed. Andrea waited for an extra minute to make sure that Faheema had chewed and swallowed the Diazepam. Faheema sunk into the corner of the cubicle. Kimberly helped her pick up the items that had fallen out of her purse.
While the drug started taking effect on Faheema, Kristel got on the white pedestal. She tried to say everything correctly and follow the hand motions to seal the oath correctly. She stood there with her blue jeans and the pretty top. The top showed her décolleté. The décolleté was framed by blue ruffles. It had a little waste band under her boobs. Her Latin face looked cute that day. Her cheeks were full and her hair was done neatly. She was wearing special Frederick's of Hollywood lingerie beneath to please the lucky man that she would be assigned to. Her lingerie was flesh colored with a pink heart and red trim covering her nipples and vagina. Thin black strap ran over her shoulder for the bra and around her hip for the panties. She was wearing turquoise blue high heel slippers with playful feathers over the strap that covered her foot. Her cute and moist feet were done with red toe polish.
Faheema was drowsy. She had to hold onto the flag to tell her oath. Andrea would tell her each word individually, because Faheema could not remember more than one word ahead. Her eyes shifted open, half closed, and closed. Andrea stomped her foot on the ground to get Faheema to lift her hand for the final oath photo. Andrea grabbed Faheema by the hand and dragged her to the meeting room behind her. The other three women followed them.
The meeting room was a converted break with a sink and white counter. The counter had a black pot of coffee. A woven wood basket had a white sheet and presented bagels and sweet bakery things. A neatly typed white page asked any intrigued person to put 50 cents in a paper cup for coffee and 75 cents for a bagel and so on. The five women sat in a circle with thinly upholstered chairs. Faheema was drooling out of her mouth and slowly wiping the drool stain on her clothes. Andrea welcomed them to their patriot duty. She promised that they could have fun as well. And, everything would be over sooner than they realized.
The first segment of the lecture explained how to turn on a man. Betty immediately leaped to her feet. She swung her straight leg semi high. She pushed her boobs together, so that the nipples almost kissed. The two boobs formed a tight slit. She turned around to show her behind to the class. She grabbed her ankles and started alternately squeezing her jiggling butt cheeks. Then, she looked at the class between her legs and gave a warm smile. She jumped around and slammed her groin with her hand. She held it there and smoothly drifted back to her seat. The overweight Andrea looked at Betty with disapproval.
Andrea continued her lecture. She stressed that taking off the clothes was a great opportunity to arouse the man. Do it slowly. Pull down a section of the clothes to let him peer without actually removing the clothing. Wiggle clothing off instead of taking it off efficiently. Put the man's hands on the clothing to let him pull it down. Especially, opening bras works wonders, because men take a long time to open the bra hooks. That provides plenty of time for arousal. Betty bellowed "I am a patriot". And, she pulled down her top to show her naked boobs for a moment.
Andrea continued to explain sexual positions. Missionary is basic and fine. Doggie style can sometimes be an extra turn on. Betty swirled standing on top of her chair. She squatted on the chair. She said proudly, "I love it from behind squatting, when he goes all crazy." Andrea cut Betty off. "Okay, we know what she likes. Let's share a bit of our sexual fantasies. This lets us warm up and open up to have a good time later. Kimberly, you go first."
Kimberly explained that since she had kids, simply having peace and quiet was her biggest dream. However, when she did have sex with her husband, she liked being tied up. Once her arms were tight spread out to the door or she was tied into a neat bundle, she knew that she had no more obligations. She could simply relax and enjoy her husband going nuts on her. A blind fold sometimes added a special spice, because it kept her guessing, what happened next. That would heighten her senses. Andrea assured Kimberly that the office had ropes and blinds available on request.
Kristel was shy. She said that she would love to be caught naked in a hot steamy shower and have the man lick her up and down. The man would lick the soles of her feet. He would lick her inner thighs. He would lick her ass. He would lick her arm pits. He would lick her face. He would finally settle to lick her burning hot sex.
Faheema was still drooling semi conscious. Andrea snipped at her: "I guess she likes her first hard cock."
Andrea rolled a portable white screen from the wall. It was a metal square with white fabric in between. She placed it in front of the counter. She put the coffee and bakery items on the floor. She rolled a little mat on the counter. "Kristel hop on here." Kristel obeyed. She lay on her back with her butt at the edge of the counter. "Pants down." Kirstel opened the fly of her jeans. She lowered the jeans to her thigh. Then she hugged her knees onto her chest. Her naked ass and pubic zone was exposed to Andrea. Andrea fingered around her clitoris and labia to check for any signs of disease. Andrea inserted a metal cold speculum into Kristel's vagina. Kirstel's nipples stiffened a bit. Andrea poked inside of her with a long cotton tipped applicator. "I am checking for dentata. Some government rebels like to hide dentate in their vagina. The common tape is the snap trap. A pressure plate will have two spring-loaded metal teeth byte into the penis. I would have set them off by now. The other device is a needle that injects pain inducing medication. I will have to flush your vagina to get any of those out." Andrea raised a douche bag. The water seeped into and out of Kristel's vagina. "You have a nice young and tight pussy."
Betty hopped onto the counter next. Kristel could see her sneakers lurking out behind the white curtain, as Betty was holding her knees to her chest and spreading her legs. Betty squeaked occasionally as Andrea rough handled her for being so enthusiastic earlier.
Kimberly followed mechanically and slightly bored. Her black high heels were showing past the white screen. Andrea was working between them. The white screen had been bumped against and moved slightly. Kristel could catch glimpses of Kimberly's vagina. A silver ring was pierced in the hood of her clitoris with a silver dolphin hanging from it. The vagina lips were a bit stretched from the childbirth.
Faheema was dragged onto the counter. Andrea ruffled through the layers of draped clothing until she called out: "Faheema is a virgin. Does anyone want to take a look?" Betty was the only one, who immediately bounced to Andrea's side. Betty gushed, 'wow, it is so shiny, thin, and white!'
After the exams, the women sat in the circle waiting for the blood results to clear them of STDs. Betty tried to chat up Kimberly: "So, how was your first service duty like? You are such a proud American for going the third time." Kimberly looked down on Betty: "Honey, it is in and out. The parking garage has only three hours of free parking. We better be getting practical soon."
Faheema softly leaned against Kristel. Faheema's hands were tenderly placed on Kristel's olive tanned forearm. Faheema snored mildly. Kirstel kept her feet under the chair leaning forward. She kept running her tongue over her lips and checking the lineup of her eye brows.
Finally, go time! The service room was sterile like a doctor's office. They shared the same room. The room was divided with white translucent clothes dividers. Each stall had a green medical table with a wedge as a pillow. There were two chairs and a small table to get acquainted. Above the table was a board with lights. The first light was switched on. It showed the symbol for two hands shaking. Kristel neatly sat down on the chair facing the entrance to her stall. She folded her knees and poised her folded hands on her upper knee.
She smiled as the man in the bright orange jump suit entered. The jump suit was zipped down all the way to show a plain white t-shirt behind it. The man's head was bald. He was large and strong. He seemed to be twice the size of Kristel. "Yo, my name's Dagger. What's up in this house?" Kristel send a bright welcome smile at the man standing large at the entrance. "I am Kristel." She added with a little dip of her head, you are "half and half." The deep voice asked, "Now, what's that, sweetie." Dagger laid one hand inside the palm of the other and took a broad stance. "That's when you are half muscle and half fat."
Dagger thought it over for a moment. Then, he walked like a mix of a sideways swinging cowboy and the speed of a steaming train towards Kristel. His broad hands grabbed her high at the upper arms. He lifted her off the chair and pressed her against the white wall behind the green medical table. Kristel's heart was pounding. She felt scared. At the same time, she had this urge to submit and surrender. There was the idea that giving in would make her feel good and resolve her anxiety. Dagger seized her up with his face close to hers.
They both listened to the noises of the other stalls. Apparently, Faheema's man was complaining about having gotten a frigid woman. Andrea was getting hands on pulling down the clothes of both the protesting man and Faheema. Betty was gushing at her man, how hot he was. The sound of her slapping various body parts of her own to turn the man on clearly came over. Kimberly's low voice was making perfunctory small talk.
"You ain't talking shit at me," hissed Dagger. "I am yours," melted Kristel. Dagger hugged her warmly. The enormous mass of his body enveloped Kristel. Kristel cried a couple tears of relief on his large pecs. She felt the well trained muscles of Dagger's body. She felt the growing erection in his penis. She could smell the clean basic soap of the prison that he had lathered himself with. She wanted to be taken and possessed by Dagger.
The light above the wardrobe switched to the symbol of a coat. It was the hint to start taking off clothes. Betty immediately lurched into cheer leading cheers. The sound of her snapping waste bands and clothes flying softly against the screen walls was heard. Kimberly made slurping French kissing sounds. Dagger pulled himself out of the orange jump suit. His biceps were large. A tattoo with Japanese symbols was painted on them. He flexed them for Kristel, while he held his fist at his forehead. Then, he lifted his white t-shirt to show the bulges of his six pack abs. He meandered over to Kristel. Kristel slipped her small female fingers under the top of his drawers. She pulled them down. As she pulled the rubber band of his drawers over his penis, the erect member snapped up into the air. It was a full girth eight inch long beauty. She leaned her face almost against it, as she bent down to pull the drawers of Dagger's feet.
Dagger picked up Kristel of the ground. He placed her on his hips. Kristel straddled him with her legs. He was so wide, like a whole playground hut by himself. Dagger lifted her top over her head. Her hair fell back down. Her Frederick of Hollywood bra looked gorgeous on her skin. Dagger's large hand could cup one of her full boobs completely. He fumbled with her bra straps for a moment, before a flash of anger crossed his face. He ripped the whole bra of her body. She breathed in air sharply. A red line marked her skin on the opposite direction of the pool. The fabric had been strong. Kristel exhaled as this dangerous man was right at her skin. She would be here for a while longer, forced by the laws of the state of California.
The fear turned her on at the same time. She could feel her pussy getting wet. She could feel how the strong man's body made her tremble down to her bones. It made her clutch him harder. Her arms were a quarter of his large biceps. She looked like pretty adornment on him. He let her slide to the ground. She pulled down her jeans. She pulled down her panties. He picked up her panties from the desk to smell them. She was split naked and exposed in front of the prison inmate with his large muscles and stout erection.
The light above the medical table switched to the outline of a sexy woman. It was the signal to start arousing each other. Betty was the loudest as she gave a gulping and sucking blow job. Kristel slowly danced away from Dagger. She raked her arms up into the air in a wave like motion. She leaned on the table and stuck her fanny out. She slapped the naked skin of her ass: "All of this is for you, Dagger." Dagger came closer. She turned around. She pressed one hand flat against his chest. She twisted side to side as she squatted down. She pressed her boobs together to make them appear fuller. Dagger looked down on her. His large penis hovered in front of her face. He hissed: "Cut the crap." She slowly got up running her hands up the back of his hamstrings. She had her fingers glide up between his bulging butt creeks. He pushed her on the medical table. His body was over her naked body. She tried to turn her body a bit sideways in a little last minute fear. He kissed her full lips. His lips and tongue were large. Her were like fine china, as small and delicate.
The light above the medical table turned to the symbol of male and female to signal the beginning of intercourse. Dagger's penis thrust into her mound. He pushed deep. She felt like she was a sacrifice on a large tribal statue. Dagger was like a giant. She was like wax melting on him. She split her legs to straddle his thighs. The sweat of his chest and heavy breath bore down on her. Betty was apparently doing cow girl, because she was cheering like a cow girl. Andrea kept talking sternly to Faheema and her man. Kimberly yelled at her man to get hard.
Dagger rose of the medical table. His massive legs made a large stance. His penis was still inside of her. He grabbed the back of her knees. Her knees acted like a door hinge. He'd slap his body against her pelvis. She would swing up along his penis and come smashing back down right against his pelvis. She was like a little whale rider, sitting on him and riding. She looked deeply into his eyes that were starring straight, as he was taking in the pleasure. He pressed her hard against him, almost painfully as he came inside of her. His pelvis curved forward to penetrate her deeper. She hugged her naked boobs closer into his body. Her blood was curdling with an orgasm. Betty's screams of ecstasy had her half turned on as well. Betty made her skin tingle with the deeply felt screams. Faheema was sobbing in a muffled way. Kimberly was urging her man still on.
The sign above the medical table switched to a suite case ushering them to pack up. Dagger pulled his clothes back on. Kristel was still dazed from the raw force that had run through her. As Dagger turned to leave, she stopped him. She reached into the crotch of his orange jump suit. She pulled his penis out and kissed the head of the penis good bye. She had read that it would create a nice memory for inmates to hold onto until the month for the next service visit was over.
Dagger left. Andrea peered into her stall and frowned on her for still peeing naked. Andrea threw the clothes from the table onto her naked body. She got dressed. Her boobs were sagging a bit deeper without the bra. Her nipples showed a little through her top. Betty immediately jumped to Kristel and hugged her in exuberance. Kimberly was careful to organize her hair and straighten out her makeup. Faheema had her clothes piled on her unevenly. Her right shin showed her naked leg. Faheema seemed relieved that it was over. Andrea stamped the woman's wrist to recognize their service with a rubber stamp: "Serviced an American today."
Kristel was glad that she did not have to go to work today. She walked along the government hallway. She looked at the metal and silver insignias along the walls -- patriotic symbols and lists of important people. In between, little glass boxes had current postings for government workers. She replayed the feeling of Dagger entering her belly. She replied the curdling of her skin. She replied the feeling of such a large, strong, and angry man.
She came to a little opening to the side. It was a smoking terrace. A few green plants and chairs had been placed there. A thick railing ran around the outside. It was made of a concrete wall with a large sized metal black metal tube on top of it. Near the side of the railing was a man in a blue janitorial suit. He was tall. He was shuffling. His pelvis was moving. In front of him was Betty. She was looking outside down onto the traffic. Her leggings were pulled just beneath her chubby butt. The janitor was fucking her from behind. Betty was all happy shoving her body into the janitor's pelvis with each of his thrusts. She was happy to get an extra chance to be patriotic. She looked at the people beneath her walking on the side walk. Kristel stood there for a moment imagining the sexual appetite and good feeling of having her pussy stimulated again. Betty turned around to get screwed from the front. She saw the bashful Kristel and cheerily waved at her like a separation of a ship leaving to cross the Atlantic. Kristel walked on. |
19,551 | You Want the Playboy Channel, Ma'am? | LoreLai | NonConsent/Reluctance | 2006-09-11 | 2006-09-11 | 2022-01-01 15:48:34 | 1 | literotica.com | https://www.literotica.com/s/you-want-the-playboy-channel-maam | Cable guy ravishes new divorcée. | ['Cable Guy', 'Dominant Male', "Ma'Am?", 'Ravishment', 'Tied Up', 'You Want The Playboy Channel'] | 4.58 | _I dedicate this to Dustin, who hooked up my cable last year. If only you'd known what you coulda had. ;) –Lore_
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Everything was almost done and boy, was I thankful. It had been such a busy day! You see, I'd moved earlier that day...my first new apartment on my own after my divorce. My phone was already hooked up and my power was on, now all I needed was cable...well, that and a shower. Who knew when they would show up, though. You gotta love the cable company..."We'll be there sometime between 8 a.m. and 8 p.m." Gee thanks, that really narrows it down. Needless to say, the guy didn't show up until 7:45p.m. Figures, right?
I was sitting in my favorite chair, reading a magazine, still in my grungy blouse and jeans, when the knock came on the door. I glided over to the door, opened it, and exclaimed, "Finally!", but then stopped dead in my tracks. I was expecting a complete computer nerd or some nasty fat dude with ass crack showing. This guy was neither. He was HUGE! He didn't look mean or anything, just big. He was impossibly tall, and not terribly muscular, just encompassing. Either way, it was enough to shut me up, which, let's face it, is hard to do.
"Sorry, ma'am, I'm a little behind today," he said in the local southern accent I'd become accustomed to. "Where'd ya want me to start?" he asked, sounding slightly annoyed as he stepped inside carrying several pieces of equipment.
"In here," I said, sheepishly, still standing in the doorway.
He turned around and looked at me, expressionless. "How many rooms am I hooking up?"
"Just two...here and the bedroom."
"Ok, I'll start here in the living room, then work my way back."
Immediately, he dropped the equipment at his feet, got down on his knees, and started going to work near the cable outlet. I sat back down in my favorite chair once more and pretended to read my magazine again. My eyes, though, kept drifting over the top of it to look at this burly guy on his knees in my living room. He had to stand at least 6'5" or so when upright...and probably weighed close to 300 pounds. He had wavy brown hair that fell over his eyes, which I'm pretty sure were also brown if I remembered correctly. Truth be told, he was kinda cute. I found him attractive, anyhow. That slight southern accent he possessed was kind of endearing in a way.
"You just move in?" he asked, just trying to make polite conversation. There were boxes everywhere...it was obvious that I had.
"Yup, just this morning," I answered.
"From out of town?"
"No, I sold my townhouse just around the corner."
"Ahhh," he answered as he screwed two cables together. "Wanted to make a profit while you could, eh?"
"Well, that and my husband and I got divorced."
"Oh, sorry to hear that."
"Fuck, I'm not," I said, with a laugh, shifting nervously in my chair.
He looked up at me and smiled. It wasn't a simple friendly smile exactly...it looked downright devilish. I smiled back as I felt my cheeks get flush. He might look kinda menacing, but he definitely had an attractive air about him, that's for sure.
He glanced down at his paperwork. "This must be a mistake."
"What?"
"This says I'm s'posed to hook up the Playboy Channel."
"That's correct."
His eyes swept over me with an inquisitive look. "We don't get too many requests from women for that channel."
"Oh, I just watch it for the articles," I said, sarcastically, with a wink.
'Sexy cable guy' laughed out loud as he finished connecting one of the cables into the wall. "Well, I'm almost done here. Wanna show me where the outlet is in the bedroom?" he asked, standing up and grabbing a handful of cables.
"Sure," I said, getting up from my chair and leading him towards the back of the apartment. He followed close behind. I must admit, my heart was racing as I felt his presence so close to me. I've never been near anyone so...so...BIG. I'm not sure if I was attracted to him or just intrigued by him. Either way, he made me kinda nervous...but in a good way.
We arrived in my bedroom. Boxes were stacked all around and my mattress and boxspring were sitting on the bed frame, but I hadn't yet had time to put the sheets on. I stepped past the bed and pointed down to where the cable outlet was on the wall. "It's right there."
When I looked back up at him, though, he wasn't about to kneel down towards the outlet. He'd tossed the cables he'd carried with him onto the bed and lunged towards me. Before I knew what was happening, he had both my hands behind my back in his one massive hand and his other hand over my mouth. I was frozen in shock, but I didn't try to scream. I looked up at his face, wide- eyed. "Don't scream," he demanded. I shook my head back and forth, indicating I wouldn't. Easing up a bit, his eyes wandered over me. "Damn, you are one hot bitch," he whispered as he removed his hand from my mouth and ran one finger down my chest, between my cleavage. Suddenly I wished I hadn't worn something so revealing.
"W-what d-do you w-want?" I asked him, stuttering.
"What do you think I want?" he asked as he squeezed one of my tits.
"Please...don't...."
"Don't what?"
"Don't do this to me...please...."
"Don't tie you up and make you cum 'til you can't stand up straight? You wouldn't like that?"
"Please, I'm begging you...don't...."
He bent down and kissed my cheek before spinning me around quickly. Still holding my hands tight behind my back, he reached around my body. His hand went down the front of my blouse and into my bra. Grabbing the nipple of my left breast between his thumb and forefinger, he rolled it between his fingers. He kissed my ear and whispered, "I so love it when they beg...you're gonna be a fun one to rape, I can tell."
Upon hearing the word "rape", I suddenly realized the severity of the situation. This guy wasn't playing...he was gonna fuck me whether I liked it or not. Granted, I couldn't deny that I had been somewhat attracted to him originally, but I never gave him any indication that I wanted anything from him. My mind was reeling. I just couldn't believe this was happening.
After my thoughts had wandered a bit, I came back to the situation at hand and soon I realized he was unbuttoning my shirt. It quickly fell off my shoulders and down my arms, hanging there where his hand was holding onto both my wrists. Next came my bra. He unlatched it in the front with his free hand...like a pro...like he'd done this before. It, too, fell down to my wrists and hung there. Towering over me, he leaned down and studied me. "My god, you have gorgeous tits. I'm gonna spend awhile on those hard ass nipples. I bet they're sensitive, aren't they?" I didn't answer. "That's ok, you don't hafta say anything...I'll check for myself." Reaching down, he began playing with my nipple again...tweaking it, rubbing it, pulling at it. Then the other one. Then back again. My nipples became hard as rocks, but I just stood there, pretending I was unaffected by his touches. "Ya know, Ms. Parker, you can stand here stone-faced and pretend you're not enjoying this, but I have ways of finding out the truth."
"Oh yeah?" I asked, defiantly.
"Yeah."
"And just how do you plan on doing that? Truth serum?"
"Something like that," he said, moving his hand down my stomach. He reached down and unbuttoned my jeans.
"No," I whispered.
"That wasn't very convincing Ms. Parker. That sounded more like one of those 'nos' that mean 'yes'," he said with a laugh. I didn't say anything else. I closed my eyes as I heard my jeans unzip and felt his huge, warm hand slide down my panties. Upon feeling his large, rough fingers glide along my slit, pulling my wetness with them, I jerked. "Tsk, tsk, Ms. Parker...you're soaked. You're definitely enjoying this."
"I'm not! I want you to stop NOW!"
"Stop? Now? But we're just gettin' to the good part!"
With that, he yanked me towards the bed. Methodically, with one hand, he removed my jeans and panties, and somehow managed to slip my blouse and bra off as well, while still keeping me confined. "There, much better, donchya think?" he asked smugly. Again, I refused to say anything. I was so embarrassed...I'd never been naked in front of a total stranger before.
Reaching down onto the bed, he grabbed the cables he'd tossed there earlier. "Damn, these things do come in handy," he said as he tossed me onto my unmade bed. Like a ragdoll, he positioned me as he wanted in the center of the bed...one by one, grabbing each of my extremities and wrapping the coaxial cables around them. He quickly tied my wrists to my headboard and my ankles to my footboard while sitting on top of me, his weight keeping me still. Finally, he stood up and looked me over. Taking a step back, he began admiring my nakedness along with his handiwork. "My, my, my, aren't you a sight?" I closed my eyes without answering. "The shy, silent type, eh? Cool...I dig it."
With my eyes shut tight, I heard him fumbling around, but didn't really consider what he was doing until moments later when I felt his bare, half-hard cock brush against my thigh. Oh god, I thought to myself, he's naked! AND he's about to rape me! To my surprise, though, he didn't just shove himself inside me and start "going to town". His massive frame hovered above as though he were studying me for several minutes. "Goddamn girl," was all he said. He finally bent down and kissed my shoulder. I flinched. "Shhhh, baby, I'm not gonna hurt you, I promise." This statement was coming from my rapist, so I should've been even more on guard, but for some strange reason, I believed him. Oddly, I was suddenly a bit more at ease. "You're beautiful, Ms. LoreLai...really fucking beautiful," he said in that slightly charming southern boy accent. Still, I said nothing, though. He leaned in and kissed my shoulder once more. I didn't flinch this time. The warm wetness of his lips felt good against my cool skin. He kissed downward. I couldn't believe how enormous he was...his hands, his limbs, his entire body eveloped me. I felt him take my large breasts in his hands and hold them together. "D's?" he asked. I simply nodded, eyes still closed. "Gorgeous," he said as he leaned in and took one of my nipples past his lips. I couldn't help but open my eyes...I wanted to watch him, to see what he was doing. With his eyes closed, he held my tits together in the palms of his huge hands. His fingers fondled one nipple, forcing it hard, while his tongue flicked over the other one. He suckled on it like a baby. I couldn't believe how wet I was getting, how much my body was betraying me. This was rape...it wasn't supposed to be enjoyable, even if it did feel good and even if my attacker was rather attractive.
His eyes suddenly sprang open and he looked up at me...our eyes met. My nipple fell from his mouth and his lips curled into a smile. "Having fun, are we?"
"No!" I shouted.
"Oh c'mon, tell me you're not enjoying this."
"I'm not enjoying this!" (I was never meant to be an actress, that's for sure.)
"Oh really?"
"Really!"
"Guess I'll hafta test again," he said, his hand brushing down my hip and over my thigh.
Damn it!, I thought. Damn my traitorous libido!
Again, I felt his massive finger move up and down my slit. Even I could tell I was twice as wet as before. "Well, Ms. Parker, your wetter than wet cunt is saying differently, I'm afraid," he said with a smirk, still staring up at me. I closed my eyes tight again, like a defiant child. "In fact, your body is telling me it wants more."
He let go of my tits and got up on his elbows, still hovering above me. The bed shook hard as he got up further onto his knees. Suddenly, the bed went still, but I could still feel him near me. I was afraid to look, but my curiosity got the better of me and I opened one eye. To my shock, I saw his huge cock just inches from my lips. "Suck it," he said. Wide-eyed, I shook my head 'no'. "Suck it!" he demanded once more.
I shook my head again and screamed, "No!"
He grabbed a handful of my hair, pulled my head upwards, and pressed the tip of his cock against my lips so hard that I was forced to open them up. I shut my eyes again as his cock sunk into my mouth slowly, pushing past my lips as I kept them tight. "Aaaahhhh, yessssss, that's it, baby. Keep those lips tight like a pussy. That's it." Finally, I felt the head of his cock push against the back of my throat and I was thankful for once that I had no gag reflex. He seemed impressed as he pushed himself harder into my mouth and still couldn't get a reaction from me. I opened my eyes again...I had to see what he was doing. His hands were holding onto the top of my headboard and his eyes were closed. His mouth was in an "O" shape, but he was perfectly still. I think he was trying with all his might not to cum right then and there.
Soon, though, he opened his eyes again and looked down at me, meeting my gaze. "I'm gonna fuck that hot lil' mouth of yours, honey. Just keep those lips tight for me, ok?"
Something came over me because all I did was shake my head 'yes', and then I did just that. As he began to thrust his hips back and forth, as his dick moved in and out of my mouth, I kept my lips tight. Not only that, I began to lick all around his head and his shaft...I let my teeth scrape him slightly...I sucked him as hard as I could. And I watched him. I watched him fuck my mouth...piston in and out of it. Even worse than that, it COMPLETELY turned me on. I watched the muscles in his strong hips flexing. I watched his knuckles turn white as he gripped the headboard above me so he could gain leverage. I felt his balls slapping against my chin. A couple times, our eyes met and I watched a soft smile creep across his lips. I really hated to admit it, but I wanted this cable guy, this rapist, this huge ol' southern boy to fuck the hell outta my cunt.
Without warning, he pulled his cock from my mouth. To my utter amazement, I suddenly felt empty. How twisted is that? I wanted to keep sucking my rapist's cock, but he wouldn't let me. Before I could further gather my jumbled thoughts, he'd laid on the bed beside me and began stroking a couple fingers up and down my body gently. Nuzzling his face into my neck, he whispered, "I've never had a woman suck me like that...ever." I smiled. I ACTUALLY smiled as though I were proud of myself. My rapist likes me! He really, really likes me! Ok, so I am twisted...sue me. "Did you like how I tasted?" he asked as he began sucking on my neck. I simply moaned in a vague response. "I wanna taste YOU now," he stated as he began slinking down my body, kissing and sucking on my skin as he went.
"Stop," I said, very, very quietly.
He kissed my stomach once more, then looked up at me. "What was that?"
I was hesitant to say it again, but somehow I managed. "Stop." Again, though, I was quiet and unconvincing.
"You want me to stop...now?"
"Yes...please."
"You want me to put my clothes on and leave this very minute? You want me NOT to lick your clit and finger your hot, wet cunt until you have the best orgasm of your life? You AREN'T the slightest bit curious what my cock will feel like inside you? Hmmm? No?" I didn't answer him...not verbally anyhow. I simply stared at him, but he must've easily read the longing in my eyes. "I didn't think so. Now, may I continue?" Again, I simply stared down at him. He bent his head and I could feel his breath against my cunt. I shifted nervously...anticipating. "Jesus, you have a lovely, lovely pussy." He took a deep breath in. "And you smell delicious." Before I could fake a protest, I felt his tongue sliding along my slit.
Before I could think to stop myself, I moaned. "Mmmmmm...."
He stopped momentarily and looked up at me. "I knew you wanted this as much as me," he said matter-of-factly before leaning down again and working his tongue inside me. I felt his soft tongue stiffen as he buried it inside me. He used his thumbs and pulled my wet pussy lips wide apart as he tongue fucked me. I was losing myself to him, but I didn't want to...at least, I didn't think I wanted to. I was trying to hold back, to keep some semblance of control, but it wasn't working...he was winning. I was actually enjoying this...my body was on fire with many different sensations flooding me at once. When I realized I was moving my hips upward against his mouth, fucking up against his tongue as he fucked me with it, though, I stopped and held myself still. Immediately, he sat up and looked at me.
"Ya know," he said, shoving two fingers roughly inside me, replacing his tongue, and making me jump, "I could tell you were starting to get into it...why hold back?"
"Because...I don't want this."
His fingers began moving in and out of my slick cunt, boorishly. "No?"
"No!"
"You mean, you don't like this...." his voice trailed off as his head bent down again. As two of his fingers moved harshly inside me, I felt his tongue roll over my clit. He lapped at me ferociously. I felt my legs begin to shake. His fingers moved harder, getting downright rough with me. His tongue swirled around my clit. He sucked it past his lips, hard, never stopping his lapping at me. Suddenly, he took his fingers out of my cunt. My head darted up. I watched as he replaced the two fingers of his left hand with the two fingers of his right hand. I laid my head back down, satisfied, as he resumed fucking me with them hard and fast. Without warning, though, he gradually inserted his index finger, still wet with my cunt juices, into my ass. My hips flew upward against his mouth. I let myself go. I began bucking my hips upward against his mouth and his hands. Within seconds, I was cumming all over his face.
"Nooooooooooooooooooooooo!" I screamed as I fucked upward violently against his face, riding my orgasm.
Breathing heavily, shocked, and embarrassed, I fell back onto the bed, now perfectly still aside from my chest heaving up and down. I kept my eyes closed as I felt him continue to lap at me. His tongue had slowed significantly, but he wasn't letting my cum go to waste. He was actually being downright soft and gentle as he swallowed all my juices. Sensuous even.
Finally, he stopped completely and looked up at me. I could feel his gaze before he spoke. "So?" he asked.
"So what?!" I asked, angrily.
"Shhhh, don't be like that."
"Like what?"
Ignoring my question, he just said, "I'm glad you enjoyed yourself." I didn't say anything to him, but I'd never cum like that in my life. It had been the most intense orgasm I'd ever experienced. I was disgusted and appalled that it'd been at the hands of my rapist. I was even more disgusted that I didn't want him to stop. He laid down flat on the bed next to me again and returned to softly running his fingertips over my skin, up and down my entire body. "You taste so damn good, ya know." I turned my face toward him and opened my eyes. The sun had gone down by this time, but the room was still dimly lit from my reading light in the other room. I could see him clearly. Suddenly, a look of concern appeared on his face. He stroked my cheek with the back of his hand. "Aww, don't give me those puppy dog eyes, darlin'."
"Would you please untie me? My wrists are starting to hurt."
"Sweetie, you know I can't do that."
"Why not?"
"Because...I'm not done with you yet."
Huge relief...he wasn't done with me yet! I was ecstatic. Sick, I know, but I wanted more of him, too. I DID wanna feel his cock inside me. Instead, though, I closed my eyes, and turned my head away from him once more. I didn't know what to say. I realized I didn't have to say anything, though, because soon his lips were moving across my hot skin. He kissed down my arm, across my left breast. He sucked my nipple into his mouth and again began suckling me. Strangely, I wanted to guide his head to my chest, to hold him there. God, I didn't want this night to end.
I felt the bed shift hard. I opened my eyes and looked up to see his entire body hovering over mine again. Our eyes met. He leaned in and kissed me very lightly on the lips. I kissed him back. I lovingly kissed the man who was raping me as though I'd known him for years. I moved my tongue past his lips to taste him. He met my wantonness, anxiously pulling me towards him. A shiver ran through my entire body. I felt the head of his cock against my cunt. He broke our kiss. We were both breathing hard. We stared into each other's eyes intensely as his cock slowly entered me. Simultaneously, we both moaned in sweet relief. We didn't dare look away from each other. Our eyes were locked until he was finally buried balls deep inside me. His eyes closed and his lips parted. All I could think about was how much I wanted him to stay that way...stay inside me...forever.
He came down onto his elbows, bending his head and nuzzling his face into my neck. "LoreLai...."
"Yes?" I whispered.
"Ummm...never mind."
"What is it?"
"I'm gonna make you cum again soon..."
"Ok...."
"...and I want you to scream my name next time."
"I don't know your name."
"Dustin."
"Ok...Dustin."
"And LoreLai..."
"Yes?"
"I'm gonna ruin you for other men...you know that right?"
I didn't answer him right away. I was speechless. I did, however, believe he was right...no other man would ever live up to this, up to him. Finally, I said, "Yes, I know."
"Mmmmmm," he moaned against me ear. He began to move his hips back and forth against me...slowly at first. With his head still nuzzled into my neck, I could feel his hot breath. I wanted to spread my legs wider. I wanted to be fully open to him...to allow him complete access to my pussy, but my legs were still tied to the footboard. Instead, I arched my body upwards into him. My hips began moving against him, meeting his thrusts. He slid his hand under me and held my back for support, using the other arm to support his weight. With his dick still moving in and out of my cunt, a little faster now, he took my nipple past his lips again and began sucking on it hard.
"Oh yes," I cried. "yes, yes, yes, yes!"
His hips accelerated. Harder. He let go of my back, and with free hand, moved downward and found my clit. With two fingers, he began rubbing it in rigorous, wide circles, never stopping his assault on my cunt. My hips met his thrusts each time. Sweaty body slapping sounds echoed throughout the room. I could feel the rumble of small moans in this throat as he sucked my tit fiercely. He was practically biting me as his hips fucked hard against me and his fingers worked their magic on my clit. Soon, though, I felt my legs begin to shake again. I managed to grab the cables that had my wrists tied and hold onto them for leverage as I fucked upward against him. I looked down to see him staring up at me. Feeling his tongue on my nipple, his fingers on my clit, his dick in my cunt...I was flooded with sensation. Again, I lost myself to him. He was staring at me...waiting for my cum...waiting to hear his name. He didn't have to wait long. Seconds later, I screamed, "Dustttttttttinnnnnnnnnnnnnn!" as my entire body shook in an earth-shattering orgasm. Every muscle in my body tensed. My knuckles went white as I grabbed the cables that bound my wrists. My hips flew upward, forcing my body into an arch. I could feel my cunt juice flowing endlessly over his cock. Finally, breathing heavily, I collapsed onto the bed.
Dustin, still hard inside me, slowed his hips to a stop and allowed me some recovery time. He hovered above me, lightly kissing over my neck and chest. Each time, I jumped. Every sensation felt magnified. I'd never in my life felt so awake, so alive.
He leaned down and whispered against my ear. "You are absolutely the sexiest woman alive, do you realize that?"
I giggled, feeling like a big ball of twisted nerves at the moment.
"I'm serious."
"Dustin?"
"Yes, Ms. LoreLai?"
I didn't say anything to him, though...not with words. I just looked at him and he knew. He knew it was time to fuck me again. I desperately wanted him to get off this time. With both arms outstretched at my sides now, he stared down at me as he began to slowly move his hips against mine. My cum coated his cock and he moved in and out of me with very little effort. His hard cock felt so perfect against my hot, slippery wetness. He closed his eyes for a second and I stared at him as a lock of his hair fell down his face. I couldn't believe how attracted to him I'd become. No man had ever had me wanting him...not in this way. At this moment, I felt like I'd die if he stopped fucking me. Imagine my surprise when, in the next second, I felt him pull his cock out of me.
I felt an odd sense of fear wash over me. "No!" I cried, looking up at him, panicked that I'd never feel again the way he made me feel.
"Shhhhh," he replied, moving up onto his knees. He bent over me, reached up, and unbound my wrists. As I rubbed my sore wrists, he reached down and untied my ankles, then returned to hovering over me. He just stared at me for several agonizing minutes. I think he was waiting for me to say something...waiting for me to react. Technically, at this point, I could've gotten away. I could've kneed him in the balls and ran. But, I didn't. I didn't attempt an escape. I didn't even tell him 'no'. With my entire being, I silently told him 'yes' as I ran my hands up and down his arms, sat up on my elbows, and kissed him ravenously. He didn't say anything to me...he just went with my silent 'yes' and took me. Leaning down closer to me, he shoved his cock inside me, rougher this time, easily sliding into my waiting cunt. He bottomed out in me, balls deep, and groaned the sexiest groan. Reaching across my chest, he grabbed my tit in his huge hand. Guiding it to his mouth, he began to suck it and bite it as he moved his cock in and out of me. Harder. Faster. Rougher. He fucked me like I'd never been fucked before. My entire body was vibrating...partly from the intense orgasm he'd given me minutes earlier and partly from the pounding he was currently giving me. Without warning, he let go of my nipple and let out a loud growl. His hips began to slow. I felt my cunt flood with his hot cum. I ran my hands over his arms, down his back. I loved the feeling of his entire body shaking above me. I didn't want him to stop cumming. I wanted to feel him shake and shiver in my arms from here to eternity. I was almost relieved when he collapsed on top of me instead of pulling his cock out of me right away. Honestly, I loved listening to him breathe heavily while his chest moved up and down against me. More than anything, though, I loved feeling his cock shrink while still inside me. I was already thinking about how I could make it hard again. I wanted more. I was insatiable for this guy.
For now, though, I found myself mothering him. I began stroking his back, running my fingers through his hair, kissing the top of his head. I didn't care how this began...all I knew now is that I didn't want it to end.
Finally, he moved off of me and laid beside me in the bed. I rolled onto my side and stared at him. I loved how his body was still shaking from his orgasm. I loved the way he reacted to me. "Wow...," he whispered.
"Yeah, I know."
"No, I don't think you do," he said as he opened his eyes and looked back at me.
"Trust me, I do."
"I've never been like this with a woman before."
"Like what?"
"I dunno...I can't even explain it."
"Me either."
"I'm sorry," he said as he turned over onto his back and stared at the ceiling, suddenly looking nervous.
"For what?"
"For what I did...for how this began."
"I don't care about that now."
He turned his head to the side and looked at me. "You don't?"
"No...all I know now is that I need that to happen again...soon."
He smiled. It was the most gorgeous smile I'd ever seen. "Me too."
I smiled back. He stretched his arm out towards me, inviting me to lay my head on his chest and nuzzle up against his body. I accepted the invitation whole- heartedly. Without even realizing how contently exhausted we were, we fell asleep in each other's arms.
*********
The next morning I woke up in bed...alone. I sat up with a start and looked around the room. I realized I was still naked and there were still no sheets on the bed, but the cables were gone and more importantly, so was Dustin. I laughed out loud, realizing that it had been the most intense dream of my life. Moreover, I was disappointed that Dustin wasn't real. I didn't really have time to ponder it, though, because my doorbell rang. I hopped out of bed, reached into one of the open boxes on the floor, grabbed a robe, and threw it over me. I ran my fingers through my hair as I walked to my front door and opened it. Standing on my porch was a man wearing a "Grime-Warner Cable" shirt. "G'mornin' ma'am. Sorry if I woke you. I'm just here to hook up your cable."
I laughed, stepped aside, and said, "Sure, c'mon in." I looked towards the cable outlet and realized nothing was there...no cable box, no coaxial cable, and certainly no Dustin. Damn, sometimes dreams could feel so real.
He walked into my apartment, set his equipment on the floor in front of the outlet, then turned towards me. "According to Mr. Parker, I'm supposed to hook up one here and one in the bedroom? Is that correct?"
"Yeah, that's correct." Then, I suddenly realized what he'd just said. "Wait...Mr. Parker called you?"
"Yes, just this morning. He said he needed a quick install, so here I am."
"Ted Parker called on my behalf?"
The man looked through his paperwork. "No, he said his name was Dustin Parker."
"Dustin Parker?"
"That's what it says on this sheet."
"But I'd talked to someone a few days ago and she said you guys would be here sometime between 8 a.m and 8 p.m. yesterday to hook up my service."
He again scanned through his paperwork. "According to what I'm reading here, it says that Mr. Parker called us yesterday afternoon and cancelled the hook up stating he'd call us back when he wanted us to come. Then, he called back this morning asking that we come today as soon as possible. So...here I am."
"I see," I said, more confused than when I'd woken up. "Lemme know if you need anything," I said, walking back towards my bedroom.
"Will do!" he said, whistling as he went to work.
I went back to my bedroom and looked around. Nothing seemed odd. Confused, I sat down on the edge of the bed, contemplating what the hell was going on. Then, something stabbed me in the foot. I looked down and saw a cable at my feet...it was still knotted. I smiled. Dream? Last night was CERTAINLY no dream. Dustin was real. What happened between us was real...possibly more real than anything else had been my entire life. Confused as I was, one thing was certain...I knew I had to find him.... |
19,552 | You Wanted This, Didn't You? Ch. 01 | Odyssean | NonConsent/Reluctance | 2010-06-13 | 2010-06-13 | 2022-01-01 15:48:35 | 1 | literotica.com | https://www.literotica.com/s/you-wanted-this-didnt-you-ch-01 | Online play becomes surprisingly real when visiting town. | ['Amazon', "Didn'T You? Ch. 01", 'Reluctance', 'Seduction', 'Showers', 'You Wanted This'] | 4.08 | I know this will be trouble. Every nerve in my body screams it, almost as loudly as every muscle in my body tenses excitedly for it. And I'm ignoring all of them.
Our on-line play has been just that, play. It's been relegated to the place in my mind where most electronic things go: Like an intense video game or hardcore amateur porn, exciting, stimulating, pleasurable -- and entirely unreal.
It hasn't shaken up my life, it hasn't upset my bond to my wife, and it hasn't physically touched me...except for when I've touched myself. Repeatedly. For my pleasure, at times for yours. To be on display or just to find some sweet release from our chats.
Chats really seems too light a word to give them. Seeing as how intimate they've been -- how we've had our cams on, our mics on, and our clothes off. From states and states away, yeah, but these "chats" have caused me to gush tons to hot fluid all over myself in any number of messy yet fabulous ways.
It's been ephemeral; it's been mediated. And for those reasons, it's left me unconflicted. I remain a happy husband, not a care in the world.
Now, though, you're here. In town. In the city. You're visiting...someone. I don't remember. Frankly, I can't remember. My brain is just trying to hold it together, block out what seeing you *could* mean. I'm telling myself this is being courteous -- stopping by your hotel to give my regards to an out-of-town acquaintance. I would even multi-task it; I would take advantage of a beautiful city day, snap some photos of the scenery along the way, and include your hotel as part of a leisurely bike ride across town. Yeah, that will make things easier and more relaxing.
(And if things get too weird, I can haul ass out of there.)
I'd wear normal street-wear, like jeans and a t-shirt, just to show it's not any sort of formal (or diabolical) occasion. It's a good plan, a good rationale. Except for the fact that when I arrive early and you answer the hotel room door, I'm soaked from head to toe. Damned weathermen.
"You're soaked!" you laugh, seeing me dripping from the rain.
"Nice to see you too," I reply, patting down my slicked head.
A genuine attempt to wring out some of the water from my hair, but it also gives me an easier opportunity to glance you from top to bottom. I was going to call from the lobby, take my time, and wait for you down there. A nice, safe public zone. But between my being soaked from the freak rain shower and your being on the terrace of your room when I rang you, I had to come up here -- to your no man's land. One man's land, really.
The terrace awning kept you from getting rained on, obviously, but it seems as though you were enjoying the weather otherwise. You have on a loose men's button-down shirt -- a husband's? a brother's? what do I care? -- that, with the top 4 buttons open, allowed the wind to whip in and against your skin. You have a bra on, but I imagine it's just for comfort, because it certainly hides very little of your bosomy chest.
No shoes, bare toes, and an easy-wear pair of black, stretchy sweatpants-like bottoms. I'm waiting for you to turn around so I can confirm that it hugs your actually bottom as well as I suspect. Your hair is down, and your eyes are, hm, mischievous?
My plan is shot to hell. I'm in the lion's den.
"Get in here," you smile, grabbing my damp arm, keeping me from puddling in the lobby.
I drop my small bike bag at the doorway as I enter. I finally feel some of the heat returning to my body. Starting at my groin and emanating outward. You dash to the bathroom while I stand dumbfounded in the middle of your room. Big bed, but only one suitcase. You're obviously alone. Some items on the bedside table. Ointments? Balms? Or gels of a naughtier nature, the sort you've talking about using on my body if you ever got me alone?
Oh God, you've got me alone, my inner voice yells.
Emerging from the bathroom, you begin padding me down with towels, and it's all I can do logically to respond by losing unnecessarily ridiculous clothing: my jacket, my bike shoes, even my squishing socks.
"Here," you say, giving me one of the towels while you continue to aid in drying me down.
Maybe you think I'm distracted as I dry my own hair, neck, and shoulders by the way you're patting on my thighs and hips. You shuffle around me, your own clothes carelessly brushing against my crotch, abs, and ass. Little damp spots appear on your clothes where they made contact with me, and I can't help but wonder if it's causing any further damp spots deeper into your ensemble.
"Wow, you ARE a mess," you smirk.
"I could blame you. Only r-reason I'm here," I stammer from the cold.
"I'm glad you came," you reply.
"Y-yeah," I say, attempting to be a non-committal as possible.
It has to be obvious, though, the war going on in my brain, lust fighting logic. I try to spy if you are picking up any sign of it. Then, the most confusing -- and most stimulating -- signal falls from your mouth: "You really should get out of those wet clothes and warm up."
I start to stammer something but, realizing that my brain has frozen up with the abundance of nude, pressing, seizing images that race through it, I turn it into a cold-induced shudder.
"There's a laundry on this floor," you start, placing your hand on the small of my back and guiding me towards the bathroom. "Get out of those things and I'll dry them while you warm up in the shower."
It's so rational, so reasonable, that I find my feet moving towards the bathroom as my arms begin tugging off my shirt. It would all be perfectly innocent if you weren't so engaged in helping it off of me as well. My shirt is off, then the soaked tank top beneath it, and they lay in your hands as I begin to unfasten my pants. I can sense your own eyes zeroing in on my zipper pulling down when I realize I probably shouldn't strip nude in front of you...not yet. Not if you're keeping this as innocent as (half) my brain needs it to be.
It's a good thing I close the bathroom door when I do, pulling back my fly, my cock has engorged to its full heft; you would have easily spotted its shaft straining against the wet cloth of my black boxer briefs and its cut head peeking out eagerly at the waistband. Whatever you might have planned, it's a relief to get the cold clothes off of me as they fall in a heap to the floor. My pulsing dick can stand freely and my heavy, aching balls can finally hang free.
For better or for worse, a hot shower is the best option here, so I turn on the high-pressure faucet and slide behind its translucent paneling. I'm naked, shivering, horny, hard, and entirely bewildered in the shower in your hotel. How'd this happen?? Did I LET this happen?
I let myself enjoy the shower, thinking that it will be some time until my clothes are dry and we can talk properly. It is a nice hotel, after all, and the shower is both voluminous and well tended. The power of the spray feels good all over...but, honestly, best over my cock head and sac.
I let out a moan, "Mmm," and then try to silence myself. Maybe I can get off in here, take the edge off, and be able to calmly interact with you afterward. I grab the soap, less to wash up than to thoroughly abuse myself.
Thanks to the soft, sliding soap lather, I can put a tight seal fist around my cock and still slide it up and down in the shower head spray. Every time I think I hear a knock or a noise from you in the outer room, I slow down -- I'm not sure I want you to hear, and the thought of that milky cleavage and rounded ass required that I cut back the pace or else scream out while covering the shower wall with cum.
"Nmmh," I murmur, mind blazing.
I hear your voice through the cracked door, "Hey? You okay in there?"
"Oh! Yeah! I'm...I'm fine," I say, hesitantly.
"You sure," you ask. "Didn't pull something on your bike, did you?"
"Um..." I can barely manage a retort, having been caught right at my climax with the hot semen filling my balls but being held panicky from erupting out my member.
"You OK? Need help with something?" I hear you, spotting some movement through the blur of the shower wall.
I still can't respond, managing only a " 'm okay -- 'm okay" in empty protest.
Centuries seem to pass, but the water keeps gushing...and I stay frozen in its steam heat to keep from doing the same. Either you've shut the door and gone back out or are standing there, staring at the shower and me within it. You likely have your own calculations running in your head: What you could do to me, how you could approach me, whether you just might keep watching, if you should even film me! I'm hugely at your mercy, it seems, yet I don't know what you're likely to do next!
"Uh, hon?" you say, a trace of something in your voice. "I'm sorry to be a bother..."
"It's okay, it's okay, no problem," I yelp, trying to recover my voice.
"...but, well, I sort of need to relieve myself. Sorry!" you meep apologetically. "It's all the wet and the rain an'..." you trail off.
"Oh, uh, okay, sure." I suspect you'll step out for me to finish my shower and grab a towel -- but that doesn't happen. Not at all.
This time I can see the door clearly shut, but a figure, YOUR figure, is now moving through the steam of the bathroom. I'm too horny and aroused and barely clinging on to civility to be able to tell whether you're still clothed.
"Hey, no peeking now!" you chide playfully.
Can you see me in here? Are you really going to pee while I'm naked less than 3 feet away? God, this game is driving me insane. I've finally chocked back all the cum in my crotch for the moment, and all I can do is think to face the other way in the shower, my ass pointing at you through the stall walls.
My dick is tapping at the opposite shower wall when two senses light up at once, it seems. Over the hiss of the hot shower nozzle, my ears pick up a familiar scraping sound. And by the time I realize it's not the toilet, not the mirror, not anything vaguely innocent but, rather, is the shower panel sliding open. The second sensation I feel is the cool of bare skin pressed tightly against my back along with the wisp of breath on my neck and the subtle brushing of your pubic hair against my ass.
"W-whoa," I stutter.
You growl in my ear, "I think I want to warm up, too."
Before I can say anything, you reach around (and I clench, thinking that if you even graze my cock, I'll explode instantly), and brush the suds off my pubic hair.
"Uh-uh, that's not fair. You don't come all this way, strip for me, and get to jizz all by yourself."
"But--" I almost muster a protest.
"You're not getting out of here without pleasing me. My pussy has been aching for you for quite some time -- and I've seen how much your knob wants me. Doesn't it?" You say it like you're accusing me of it, a growling prosecutor.
With that question on your lips, you roll your breasts and whole torso both down and up my back again, your nipples sliding temptingly along my skin.
"Doesn't it?" you demand.
My mind is screaming YES, and the only thing keeping me from giving in, from relenting, from embracing this whole masterfully erotic scene is the fact that I haven't looked you in the eyes yet. I haven't seen you totally nude, and I haven't locked in a gaze with you to make this really, really real.
You wrap your lips around my neck and begin sucking, licking, biting -- stopping only to say, "You're mine, aren't you?"
You run both sets of your hands across my inner thighs and practically behind my low-hanging ball sac. I can feel the cool back of your hands under their steaming warmth. You widen your stance ever so slightly to place the mound of your remarkably hot pussy on the curve of my ass. Amazingly, I can feel its heat more than the searing shower spray; your hands and chest may still have the chill of the storm air on them, but your snatch is blazing!
I gasp, "Wow, you're on fire," and I slam my mouth shut, realizing that my wall of resistance is weakening by the syllable.
"Mmm, I suppose I am..." you purr. "And I think it's your fault, love."
Grinding again, opening your pussy lips a little wider against me. You say, "All the chats, the pix, the flirting. Sure, you've gotten me off from afar --"
You take your lips off my shoulders long enough to spin me -- with next-to-no resistance on my part -- practically on to your hip. My rigid dick practically slaps against your belly, just below your navel, and my balls rest on your thighs.
Worse yet, your nipples, now harder and larger than they could have been when you had the bra on, are practically right at my face. My last reserve of willpower nearly drains away at the sight of them right by my mouth. All my conscience can do is hold me in a brief paralysis.
Until you say:"--but now you need to make me cum, starting with your sly mouth on these tits."
That's all I can stand. Your nipple is gunned into my open, eager mouth and my tongue swirls around it as I let out a muffled moan vibrating around it.
"Yess..." you hiss in a tone sexier than most anything I've heard before.
I reach across to grab hold of your shoulder with my hand, and that triggers your whole arm to drop down, your palm diving into your own pussy. Something in you has been unleashed here too. My other hand pulls your hip harder against me by grasping your ass cheek.
I moan again at the sight of your hand bouncing up and down over your pubic bone.
"Oh," you say, "you like the sight of this live, don't you? See what you've made me do, made me rub away at my own vag, you tempting little treat, you?"
Your other hand creeps around my back and somehow manages to snake itself between my legs, my sac once again in your tender mercies. You playfully flick at my balls, causing me to involuntarily clamp tighter on your full breast in my mouth.
With a pop, your tit comes free and your back arches -- you found some place you really liked in that hot box of yours. And it's clear you want to share. As you lift one leg to find purchase on the shower wall lip, your hands move to my scalp and apply a soft pressure downward.
"Keep, mmm, putting that mouth to work," you order.
My body complies. The blast of the show is rinsing the back of my head while the drench of your pussy is flooding my face. While both of my hands are planted on your clenching butt, your hands are split between holding my hair like reigns and pinching your nipple as if succulent juice will squirt from it at any moment.
I alternate between flicking your clit with my tongue to having it probe deep inside your hole. You can only offer fractured sentences as I go back and forth, back and forth.
"G-god, love your ttt-tongue. SO deep. Hitting...a-all of me..." you manage to blurt.
Your hands both start searching for something to hang on to above you, a handle or a bar so that youcan arc your pelvis into my mouth even harder and faster. All your fingers can find is the shower head itself, but that leaves me little space to operate. However, it gives me and my desperate, precumming cock a rare opportunity: The shower must be a strong steel welded to the wall, because you can put almost all your weight on it and have your head and breasts hang directly down, staring at the drain.
Meanwhile, this allows me to slip to one side, move behind you, and get full, perfect access to your upturned ass. My cock twitches eagerly at the sight of your slit open and exposed for the taking. There's nothing polite left in me -- I don't whisper anything in your ear or caress the outer lips of your pussy with the head of my cock, up and down. No, I see you suspending yourself in the shower's blast, breast hanging heavily and asscheeks naturally spread, and I unapologetically drive myself into your depths.
Your inner walls contract around my cock with each full-bodied thrust. Not only does the slap of our bodies echo in the bathroom chamber, but you subtly arc your pelvis up at the last moment to meet my every slam with an extra jab of momentum. Your pussy is trying to engulf every inch of my cock, and I feel myself buried into you to a depth I could barely imagine!
The heat of your box is overwhelming -- the shower water, bouncing off your face and cleavage, hardly compares. And the cum I had been feverishly generating before your arrival begins to build again. It puts me in a mindless state: The world disappears, all life disappears, and my only motive to life becomes blasting my own hot jism into your chasmous pussy. I want to fill you to bursting.
I quicken the tempo, thrust harder, and you feel it, no question: You shift from moaning to letting out high-pitched noises, semi-squeals and air-sucking gasps. The hard fucking, the water, or your tired arms cause you to relent, lightly falling into the corner of the shower, face to the wall.
I don't care. I don't stop. You keep chirping, squealing, and I keep forcing you into the wall with the focused desperation of my dick building to unload. I can only grunt, giving you the full force of what you unleashed.
Though your cheek is pressed to the moist linoleum wall, you smile a devilish leer between impacts.
"You WANTED, nh, this," you proclaim. You repeat, "You know, uhhg, you did. I KNOW you did! Ooh."
That does it. Your voice, and your sexy, evil, maddening admission of my secret, triggers that incredible spasm from my nuts, ass, abs, and exploding cock as I drench your insides with sticky, sinful cum, geysered in there wave after wave.
"YESS!" you cry. "YES! FILL ME! FUCK ME, FILL ME!!"
My toes curl and calves clentch, fighting to fire every last ounce of my load into your orgasming center. Every muscle, every nerve is firing all at once -- and then, like a plane that's dropped all its fuel, I waver and splash down to the floor of the shower tub.
I'm dazed, stars and colors in my eyes, but I eventually manage to glance up at you. The water is cascading over your shoulders still, your face is flush, and I think I spot a trickling stream of my cum leaking out your reddened box and down your leg. You stand over me like an amazon above her prey, and you smile:
"You filled me up SO nicely...but I'm not done with you yet," you state, pulling back your wet hair from your reddened face.
No, I smirk, no, I hope you aren't!
_(Special thanks to JustEl, fsa52, and Jeanx2Storm.)_ |
19,553 | You Will Call Me Master Ch. 1 | sexyhellion | NonConsent/Reluctance | 2002-05-19 | 2002-05-19 | 2022-01-01 15:48:35 | 1 | literotica.com | https://www.literotica.com/s/you-will-call-me-master-ch-1 | It started out as cyberfun. | ['Call Master', 'Cement Floor', 'Cold Cement', 'Cover Body', 'Found Voice', 'Grabbing Hair', 'Inches Mine', 'Life Style', 'Telling Love', 'Unfasten Pants'] | 4.14 | I was very curious about the D's life style and learned through role-play how much it appealed to me. I also found cybering as a way to live out my rape fantasies I've always had, but it all went a little to far. Some fantasies are better left as fantasies, but now it was too late.
I met a man on line who shared my dark desires in a dungeon in a sex chat room. His nickname was Soul Taker. We exchanged stories over the next few months and would talk for hours online, role-playing and talking about fantasies as well as sharing pieces of our personal lives. I learned that his name was Eric. We became close friends, or so I thought. I felt so comfortable and at ease with him that I had even sent him naughty pics my husband had taken of me.
Our role-play chats were very intense and dark. Sometimes bordering on brutal, but outside of chat we were like 2 old friends. He made me feel so at ease.
I took night classes at the area community college. It was the end of the fall semester. Fall had given way to the hot beginnings of spring. I had just finished my last exam and was walking to my car after class. I looked up into the upper parking area where I had to park and noticed the damn parking lot lights were out again. The upper parking area was dimly lit even when the lights were working. I live in a small town so it didn't really alarm me. I walked to my car carefree and unaware that I was being watched. I was just glad my classes were over for the summer.
As I fumbled with my keys to unlock my car door the side door of the van parked beside me flew open and I felt a arm go around my neck and a cloth was pressed over my mouth and nose. I struggled slightly but then my world went dark. When I came too I was laying on a cold cement floor. As my eyes adjusted to the darkness I noticed I was in a cage in what looked like a basement. I was still wearing the tank top and skirt I had worn to class. I breathed a sigh of relief for a second. At least I hadn't been taken advantage of while I was unconscious I couldn't make out anything but shadows in the dark room. I started to panic. My heart was racing as I tried to find some way out of my prison.
Then I heard heavy footsteps descending stairs in the distance. My fear intensified. I scooted back to the back wall bars, cowering in the darkness. I heard a deep voice coming from the shadows of the basement. "How's my little slave doing? Are you awake in there?" Then I heard a laugh that sent shivers up my spine. It was so cruel, amusement dripping with malice. "Who are you? Why are you doing this to me?" I asked in a shaky voice. "I'm your new owner." You may call me Master." Again, this statement was ended with a cruel laugh.
I may be into the submissive life style in the cyber realm, however in real time I am very strong willed. This statement went through me like a knife. My panic and fear turned to anger. I strained to look into the darkness to get a glimpse of my captor. "You can't OWN another person you asshole!" I shouted. Again that laugh filled the room echoing off the walls. "Sure you can you little teasing slut and you made it so easy for me." He laughed cruelly as he stepped into the cage and I got my first look at Eric.
He towered over me. He was huge, Muscle bound and tall. He had on no shirt and a tight pair of black leather pants and black engineer boots. He stood leering at me as he unlocked the cage. "Eric?" I asked as I looked at him in disbelief. He lunged into the cage grabbing me by my hair and jerking me to my feet and pulling me close to him. "YOU WILL CALL ME MASTER!" His voice boomed in my ear before he forced me to my knees. Making my whole body tense as tingles of fear consumed me.
I couldn't believe this was happening. My temper flared as I looked up at him. "I have a family. You know that! You can't do this to me" Again he laughed. "You used to have a family, you used to have a name, but not anymore. You will be called slave until I think of a suitable name for my new little toy. Is that understood?" I couldn't even find the voice to reply. I couldn't believe this was happening to me. It was like a nightmare from hell. When I finally found my voice I said, "I trusted you. I thought we were friends. I've never been anything but kind to you." My voice cracked with a mixture of anger and a sense of betrayal.
I felt the back of his hand as it slammed into the side of my head catching me on my high cheekbone. An instant ringing filled my ears as I saw stars from the blow. It knocked me sprawling to the floor. " I said is that understood bitch?" You know how this is done. We've been doing it for months online. If you don't start acting like a suitable slave you will regret the day you were born. Now is all that I have said understood by you?" I nodded unable to speak as I felt a knot develop in my throat as I choked back my tears. He drew his hand back again and I quickly found my voice answering him. "Yes," My voice was dripping with animosity. This seemed to amuse him.
He raised an eyebrow "Yes, what?" he shouted. "Yes Master," I replied looking up at him with disgust. "Stand and take off those clothes Slave." He stepped back out of the cage never taking his eyes off of me. I obeyed too scared not to. I slowly slipped out of my tank top. Unzipping my skirt, I let it drop to the floor, leaving me standing, shivering in only my thong. "Lose the thong too slave. I want to see every inch and explore every crevice of my new acquisition." My cheeks burned red with humiliation as I slipped out of my thong. My arms instinctively went up to cover my body.
The instant my arms went up I saw Eric's arm raise wielding a crop I hadn't noticed him holding. I moved my arms back to my sides but it was too late. I felt the crop as it came down across my breasts where my arms had been. I screamed out at the searing blow from the crop. The crop felt as if it was cutting into my tender skin. Hot tears filled my eyes out of pain, humiliation, frustration and fear.
"You seem to be a much better cyber slave than a real one. I never realized how fucking stupid you are. Your training will take a little longer than I hoped it would. You will NEVER cover your body unless you are told to Slave. This is no longer a game. You ARE MINE. Your only purpose for existence now is for my amusement." I stood before him trying to choke back my tears.
His hands moved over my body. His fingers tracing the welt the crop had left across my breasts. "Spread your legs and grab your ankles slave." I did as he commanded scared not to obey. His hands explored my body. Moving up my long legs. His fingers invading my pussy, probing and exploring. A cruel smile played across his lips. "My little slut toy is wet. You like being treated like a little slutty slave don't you?" My cheeks flushed with both anger and embarrassment. His fingers moved along my wet slit. I jumped, as I felt him pushing a finger into my tight ass. He rammed it all the way into me with one push of his hand. "Answer me slut! You enjoy this don't you?" his words thundered through the room.
He removed his finger from me grabbing my hair and jerking me back up. He brought my face over to his. "Answer me you stupid bitch!" My temper flared again. "No I don't enjoy it. I fucking hate you! I'll never truly be your slave. A slave respects her master; it's a consensual relationship. You can't force someone to be your slave Eric!" I screamed my answer at him through my tears.
He just laughed at me. Standing there as he gripped my hair tighter. His face was inches from mine as he looked into my tear filled eyes. "Oh I can and I WILL. You spent all those months telling me how much you would love to be forced into obedience. You teased me with pictures and telling me how much you would love to serve me someday. You wanted this and you can't deny it. You think you are too good to be my slave, bitch? That will all change. I WILL break you. You are nothing!" He released my hair and drew back, slapping me hard with the back of his hand sending me sprawling to the floor. He walked into the shadows of the room.
"Come to me slave. Let's begin your training shall we?" I started to pick myself off of the floor, sobbing uncontrollably. "Crawl like the little bitch you are Slave! Lesson number one slave, humility. And that's something you really need to work on." He said with a laugh. I crawled over to him. My heart beat like thunder. My fear coupled with my anger had my adrenaline flowing through my body.
I wanted to rush over to him and just start swinging but I didn't want to be hit again so I obeyed. Crawling over to him across the hard cold cement floor. He held out his boot. "Lick my boots clean bitch." I looked up at him. Surely he wasn't serious. I looked at the dirty engineer boots he was wearing. He raised his eyebrow and raised the crop in his hand again. I quickly lowered my face to his boot and began licking. I gagged at the taste of the filth on his boots as I licked. He watched intently as my tongue moved over the leather. He lifted the boot back on its heel. "You are almost done." He said with a laugh. I began to lick the bottom of his boot. "That hot little mouth and tongue of yours will have so many uses my little slut. This is a good time to lay down some ground rules."
I stopped licking and looked up at him. "Did I tell you stop bitch?" he yelled pushing my face back down to his boot. As I cleaned his boots he kept talking. "You are my property now. You will serve me and pleasure me without question. Anything I ask of you. You will do without hesitation. You will not speak unless spoken to. I don't care about your thoughts, feelings. They mean nothing and are unimportant. All that matters is my wants and needs. You will serve me or anyone else i want you to serve anytime and anyplace. Is all this understood? You may stop licking and answer me slave."
I looked up at him "Yes, I understand Master." My mind was racing. If I could just play along with him long enough to win his trust I could maybe find a way out of all this. I clung to that thought.
"Unfasten my pants slut lets see what else that mouth of yours can do." He stood with his hands on his hips looking down at me with a look of both amusement and anticipation. I could see his huge cock straining against the black leather pants he was wearing. I fumbled with trembling fingers to unfasten his pants. "Kiss your masters cock slave." I took out his thick cock my eyes wide as I take in the sheer size of it.
I obeyed kissing the head of his cock. "Lick it slave, show me you're good for more than just cleaning boots." He said with a laugh. He was enjoying watching the crimson color rise in my cheeks from the humiliation he was putting me through. I ran my tongue around the head of his cock… licking my way down his shaft moving back up to the head.
He grabbed my hair griping it tightly in his strong hands as he thrust his cock into my mouth without warning. I felt it hit the back of my through forcing it's way into my tight hot throat. I gagged on the size of it. I tried to pull back gagging uncontrollably fighting for air as my nose pressed against his pelvic bone. He held my head in place enjoying the contractions of each gag as I milked his cock. "MMMMM that's it slut, choke on my cock. Your throat is so tight and hot."
He began thrusting in and out of my mouth. Fucking my face and throat as he gripped my hair pulling and pushing my lips tightly up and down his shaft. His cock pounding into my throat with each deep thrust as his balls slapped against my chin. He pulled me to him again. His huge member fills my throat completely as I gag on it uncontrollably again. My drool seeping around his cock dripping onto his balls and down my chin before he begins to thrust into my mouth again.
"You suck cock good my little slave. You are such a good little slut and with the right training you will make a good slave too." He said with a laugh. His thrusts grew harder as he used my mouth and throat for his pleasure tugging my hair as he fucks my face harder and deeper.Pushing and pulling my mouth up and down his thick pulsing shaft.
I felt his body start to tense as he pulled his cock out of my mouth. Open your mouth slut and take your reward. I opened my mouth, kneeling before him. He stroked his pulsing cock his body tensed as his moans filled the room. His hot load shooting out in thick ropes. Filling my mouth and dripping off my chin. He coated my entire face. I could feel it running off my face dripping onto my exposed breasts. He stood back watching me as I kneeled before him his cum dripping off my face.
"Waste not want not slave" he said with a laugh. I want to see you swallowing every drop of that. He ran a finger between my breasts collecting a gob of cum before shoving his finger into my mouth. "Suck it clean slave." Then I want to watch you clean yourself in the same manner. You will consume every drop." He watched as I collected his cum on my fingers licking them off. I felt his slimy seed sliding down my throat as I licked my fingers clean. He stood back watching and laughing as I choked down every drop that he had coated me with. My cheeks were burning red. I couldn't believe this was happening to me. "You're such a cum craving little slut aren't you slave? Let me hear you say it. Tell me what a nasty little slut you are."
I glared at him as I kneeled in front of him. I looked up at him with tears in my eyes." Why are you doing this to me Eric?" A flash of rage washed over his face." What did you call me? You were doing so good and you just had to fuck it up." He shook his head, grabbing me by my hair and dragging me across the room. He jerked me to my feet grabbing my wrists and slapping a pair of handcuffs on me.
I started crying and pleading terrified of what he was going to do to me." I'm sorry Master. Oh god, please don't hurt me. Forgive me. I won't do it again I swear I won't." He led me over to the far wall, pulling my hands painfully over my head and attaching the cuffs to a hook on the wall so I was standing on my tip toes with my back to him. The cuffs were painfully cutting into my wrists.
I heard him walk away. He returned, grabbing my hair and thrusting a cat of nines in my face. "Kiss it bitch." I was shaking with fear as I obeyed him. "You WILL call me Master and you won't make this mistake again." You will thank me after each lash, calling me by my name so you won't forget your place and My name. If you don't then you will wish you were dead by the time I'm finished with you."
His voice was shaking with rage. I continued pleading. My heart raced as I braced my self for the lashing I was about to receive. My sobs echoed off the walls in the basement. I felt the first lash cutting into my back. I screamed out wincing with pain. "Thank you Master." I felt the leather straps cutting into my back. Hot welts rising with each lash. Tears flowed down my cheeks as I screamed and sobbed.
Each lash was harder than the last as he got lost in his rage. He kept yelling, "Who am I bitch?" after each powerful stroke of the cat. I struggled and squirmed yelling out "You’re my master!"
"You aren't thanking me for teaching you the proper way to address me slave." His voice hissed in my ear as he walked back behind me. The cat slashing across my back and ass. I started sobbing and screaming, "thank you Master."
The punishment seemed to go on forever. I lost count of the lashes. My back felt as if it was on fire. I felt the room spinning I felt I was about to pass out from the searing pain covering my back and tender ass. He stopped abruptly. He grabbed my hair again his face inches away from mine. "Now tell me slave what is my name?" He said with a leering smile.
My voice trembled uncontrollably, hoarse from screaming with pain. My whole body felt as if it was on fire. "You are my master," I said between sobs. "Very good slave," he said with a satisfied smile as he licked the tears of my cheek. "See… I told you my little slave… You WILL call me Master." |
19,554 | You Will Not Deny Me | hot_gyal | NonConsent/Reluctance | 2008-03-11 | 2020-03-19 | 2022-01-01 15:48:36 | 2 | literotica.com | https://www.literotica.com/s/you-will-not-deny-me | 1. A young woman is forced into a marriage. 2. Victoria and Henry are now settled into their new life. | ['First Time', 'Historical', 'Seduction'] | 4.4 | Victoria looked across the breakfast table at her husband. You will not deny me, his incessant whisper echoed in her head. Looking away defiantly, she lifted her chin in determination. She may not have had any say in this farce of a marriage, but neither her father nor her new husband would dictate her body.
She lifted her teacup and glanced in her husband's direction again. His stormy grey eyes were focused on her. His lightly tanned face was flushed with suppressed anger. She held his stare. After nearly five weeks of being married to him, she was less shy about opposing him. Still a maiden, she was. And she intended to be intact when Geoffrey came to reclaim her.
Geoffrey. She dropped her eyes and her mind wandered to her sweetheart. It after he left for a short visit to Vienna that her father forced her to wed Henry Blancheart citing some betrothal arrangement made shortly after her birth. She reluctantly obeyed plotting that when Geoffrey came back they would escape to some romantic part of France and be together forever.
"Are you through, milady?" Henry's wine smooth voice drifted to her.
"If you wish me to be, milord," was her sarcastic response.
A pulse beat at his jaw as he clenched it. Her defiant looks but over polite words had been driving him near insanity since they first met two months ago. He felt her resentment sharply but could not help the lust that rushed to his loins when he let his guard down. He could not temper his desire for her much longer. The moment he had laid his eyes on her, he fantasized about her riding him, grinding her hips unto his own. He straightened his spine. His control was leaving him. This morning as he was seating her, his hand had accidently brushed the side of her left breast. She had stiffened. Only when her enraged eyes had turned to his did he realise that his thoughts had been voiced.
You will not deny me .Victoria wondered how long it would be before he attacked her. As he approached, she could not help but admire the way the cloth of his pants rode along his thigh. She felt an urgent heat rise in her stomach. He pulled out her chair and she stood.
"Excuse me," she said politely and headed to her room. His knuckles gripped the chair back as she sashayed towards the staircase and up the stairs, not once looking back. Damn it all to hell.
In her chamber, Victoria found a folded note on her bed. She opened it. It was from Geoffrey. Her heartbeat quickened as she read the contents. He would meet her that afternoon at the church and from thence to France. He did not fail her. She clutched the letter to her breast and giggled delightedly. She spun around and did so again. The third time she stopped in mid-circle. There stood her husband. His eyes took in her flushed face and then lowered, pinned to her breast where the letter was clutched. Her face grew pale.
"What has excited you so, my dear?" His voice floated to her. She could not respond. She stood rooted as her breath came in short gasps. In two strides he was upon her. He grabbed at the letter.
"No!" she gasped finally regaining the ability to move. She moved her hands and held the letter behind her back. With fury in his eyes, he grabbed her to him grasping at her hands entwined behind her back. They both froze as evidence of his desire surged against his thighs and thrust against her stomach. Her fat breasts were crushed against his hard chest. Their breathing became laboured. They both flushed unable to deny the desire that now held them at ransom. Victoria was torn between physical desire for this man and her emotional commitment to another. He rubbed his manhood against her and her limbs relaxed. The forgotten note fell silently to the floor as his hands encased her derriere. He lifted her a little and as her intimate part rubbed against his, she surrendered. His breath fanned against her lips.
"I'm going to kiss you, milady," he whispered.
"No!" she shouted, breaking the spell. She turned and tried to pull away.
"No?" he asked with a deceptive calm as he pulled and gripped her closer to him.
Victoria struggled against what was happening.
"Please, I cannot," she struggled mentally for a moment. "I have my curses."
"Do you?" he asked dubiously.
Seeing a way out, she nodded briskly staring into his eyes. He looked at her for a while and released her partially. With his newly freed hand he delved under her skirt. Victoria resumed her struggles.
"No!" she protested as his hands breached the defences of her pantaloons. His fingers touched her there. He pulled them out, moist but bloodless. His eyes blazed at the lie she had told. Slowly he put his wet fingers in his mouth. He once again became sexually inflamed. With a growl, he pulled her face to his own and ground his lips against hers. She struggled as he ripped at her clothes, all sanity gone from him. She heard the cloth tearing as forced her to step back and back again. Only when she felt her knees against her bed did she realise his intent. She began fighting back, tasting the blood from her bruised lips. He tore away at the last piece of fabric from her garment. He pulled away and looked down at her body. Her virgin body, flushed again with desire. She stood still, her distant eyes blazing. She lifted her hand to push him away and in a flashed he grasped it and (how dare he!) twisted it behind her back immobilizing her for the moment.
With a surprising gentle touch he held her neck and said forcefully, "You will not deny me!" He rubbed her racing pulse with his thumb briefly before fastening his lips on the very same spot. Her body tensed further before quivering. While his lips suctioned, his tongue probed tickling the spot. He chuckled in delight when he felt the goose bumps under his fingers.
He lifted his mouth, looked at her closed eyes and whispered in her ear, "Say you want me!"
"Never!" she whispered harshly and struggled to pull her hand away. He tightened his hold.
He released her neck and grabbed her left breast. He gently tugged and pulled at her nipple while he teethed and tongued her earlobe. He could hear her ragged breath and could feel the heat emanating from her body. He splayed his hand on her stomach and carried it slowly downward until it touched her cunt.
He delved into her hole with his middle finger. He was somewhat startled but truly delighted at the wetness he felt there. She squirmed and his finger sank deeper. He gently stroked her vaginal walls until her knees collapsed beneath her. He gently sat her down and pushed her on her back.
Victoria felt both shame and excitement at his touches and her reactions to them. She had never felt this way before. A crazy heat had enveloped her body and she felt pulses in areas she never knew excited, including deep inside there. She looked in the empty space above her. It took her a while to realise that Henry was not within her sights. Then she gasped as she felt a sensation unlike any other she had ever experienced. A gathering heat rolled in her stomach building and building...
Henry lapped at her labia. They were so pink and fleshy. He stuck his tongue into her canal and flick at her clitoris with his index finger. He felt satisfied when he heard her small yelp of arousal.
Her hands grasped his hair and pushed his head further into her heat. She gyrated and ground her cunt into face. The heat was overwhelming. He raised his head and sought her eyes. They were bright green with heat.
"Say you want me," he whispered hoarsely. Her own reactions were forming the pinnacle of his arousal.
"I want you," she replied her hips giving small gyrations of need.
With a feral smile, Henry delved once again into her cunt, lapping and sucking almost insanely.
The small ball of heat had grown into a desperate ache and all too quickly it exploded. Her senses became keener. The sheets felt like a caress against her skin. Her nose filled with the scent of sex. Her ears throbbed with her heartbeat. Her eyes saw bright red behind the closed lids.
Slowly she felt herself calming down and her senses returning to normal. She opened her eyes and saw Henry above her, his chest bare, his eyes probing her face. She blushed as he bestowed a gentle smile on her.
"Was it that bad, my lovely?" he asked in a gentle whisper.
She shook her head slightly.
"I promise you, it gets better," he said before lowering his lips to hers. This time she accepted his ministrations. She opened her mouth in a gasp as he tweaked her nipple. His tongue plunged into her mouth deftly exploring every surface and crevice. When he lifted his head, his eyes were a stormy grey. She tentatively lifted her hand and traced his swollen lips with shaky fingertips. The ball of heat had returned. With a tiny smile he lowered his lips to her own while his manhood waited patiently at her entrance. He pushed forward slightly.
Victoria felt the intrusion. It wasn't unpleasant and she gyrated to get more inside of her. Slowly, Henry pushed into her. At the barrier he lowered one of his hands and fondled her clitoris. He tried to stay still as her gyrations became more intense. He felt her walls contracting as she came. He surged forward, swallowing her tiny scream. He lifted his head and looked into her teary eyes.
"That only happens once, my love," he apologised softly. "It's not painful ever again."
In her heart Victoria believed him. Already the pain was subsiding and slowly she tilted her hips to encourage his intrusion. Slowly, Henry pushed into her and withdrew just as slowly. He repeated it over and over again. Victoria felt a growing urgency and pushed her hips into his. With a feline twist she experienced the heat exploding again. It started to recede but Henry took her nipple in his mouth and she felt the ricochet in her stomach once more. She opened her eyes and looked at Henry. His stormy grey eyes were focused on her face. She lifted her head and tentatively merged her lips with his. With an animalistic cry, his hips surged forward and she felt his spasms inside her.
Victoria opened her eyes. Henry had exhausted her with a fourth session of lovemaking. She would never have believed it could feel so incredible. She turned to look at him. He was asleep, his arm splayed across her chest. Her private area...her cunt felt sore but blissful. She turned her head and noted the forgotten letter on the ground. She sat up in alarm. Henry was still deep asleep. She had forgotten. She surged from the bedchamber and ran to the window. It was night time. She had missed Geoffrey. Yet she did not feel regret. She turned to face her husband.
"Where are you, milady?" his grumble reached her ears.
"I am here, milord," she said and walking over to the bed, lay down next to him.
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19,555 | You Will Not Turn Me Away Again | Katyusha | NonConsent/Reluctance | 2006-06-16 | 2006-06-16 | 2022-01-01 15:48:38 | 1 | literotica.com | https://www.literotica.com/s/you-will-not-turn-me-away-again | Peter tires of Shara's rejection. | ['Forced Sex', 'Hard Fucking', 'Massive Cock', 'Ravishment', 'Rejection', 'Tied Up'] | 4.07 | He was my best friend.
We'd met just after we both graduated high school, at a café downtown. It was a typically hot desert afternoon, and the few people who were stupid enough to be outside looked like wilting flowers, myself included, I'm sure. I dressed how I always dressed in the summer, light t-shirts and denim shorts, flat sandals on my feet, hair in a ponytail. I sat outside drinking hot chocolate, of all things to drink in that kind of heat, and reading a book. I heard a chair clatter to the patio off to my left, and startled, I looked up. A guy about my age was picking the chair up, with an embarrassed look on his face. He was lined with the shadows from the strips in the awning overhead, and he glanced at me sheepishly, then sat down with his drink and went about his business.
I was amused enough by his klutzy behavior to want to go over and ask if he wanted some company. I wasn't immediately attracted to him; he wasn't my type. I usually went for the taller guys with the dark hair and the light eyes, either bright blue or hazel-green. This guy had bushy red hair and brown eyes, and freckles all over, and he was shorter than me. He wore glasses, and was dressed much the same way I was; a t-shirt and denim shorts, except mine were SHORT, his went to his knees. He looked like he was fun, and I was looking for some company.
"Hi," I said brightly, causing him to glance up from his laptop.
"Hi," he said in reply, the lenses of his glasses shrinking the upper half of his face, and immediately went back to his computer.
Well, that was how it started. I wouldn't let him ignore me, and after a few attempts at conversation I finally got him to put that computer away. I was right, he was fun, but he still wasn't my type. As I got to know him, I found out he was interested in many of the things that I wasn't; he was into computers, I was a musician. He liked horror flicks, I liked comedies and dramas. He liked seafood, I hated the stuff. And on and on, but he became a good friend. I found out then that we were both going to the local university in the fall, and that was basically how our friendship got started.
One day, during our sophomore year, after a class we'd managed to take together, he walked with me over to the student union. That was where I usually went after that class but he generally went over to the main computer lab to work on whatever he needed to work on for his computer science classes. I still couldn't figure that out; what was so fascinating about computers? Me, I loved my music classes; I loved learning how compositions were put together, I loved learning how to sing (I was a violin performance major), I loved being able to make beautiful sounds. Computers, while yes, I used them, and was fairly proficient at troubleshooting them, just bored me. But then, I'm sure he looked at my music the same way.
But I digress. He walked with me to the student union, where we grabbed a couple of sandwiches from a small deli, and then went out onto the mall to stake out a piece of grass and eat. We ate our sandwiches quietly under the paltry shade of an overly tall palm tree, and then stretched out as we both had another hour before our next class. We talked about school, our classes, professors we liked and hated, and then the conversation lulled. I was staring out over the grass, back across to the red brick of the union, when I felt his gaze boring into the side of my skull.
I turned and looked straight at him, and said, "Something I can help you with?" I was smiling.
He stumbled over his words for a moment, looking down at the ground, and then finally managed, "Shara, I know we're just friends right now, but I was wondering if you wanted to..." he paused and took a deep breath, "...if you wanted to maybe make it more than that?" Those last few words all ran together. He heaved a sigh of relief, as though by saying that a great weight had been lifted off his chest.
I looked at him askance. "Is that why you came to eat lunch with me today?"
"Yes, no, well, yes. I don't know. I mean, I've- oh, never mind." He turned away from me.
I put a hand on his shoulder and prompted, "You've what?" He shook his head, and I said more insistently, "What?"
Taking another deep breath, but refusing to look at me, he said, "I've had a...sort of a crush on you...for awhile. I was hoping that maybe...that you felt the same way?" His voice had a lot of hope in it.
I sighed and looked down, and picked some grass off my shirt. "Oh Peter, I'm sorry. There's this guy in my theory class, and he-" I stopped. If Peter really did have a crush on me I'd best not be talking about other guys to him.
He said, "That's okay. I knew it was a long shot anyway." The cheer in his voice sounded so false it almost broke my heart. I didn't mean to hurt him, but I'd never thought of him that way. At this point, I didn't know if I could think of him that way. I felt like all girls feel about their best male bud; he was more like a brother to me.
School went on, and we both graduated at the same time. During that time we'd gotten so close that we felt comfortable walking into each others' apartments without knocking, and sometimes, whoever was the guest would spend the night on the couch. We weren't inseparable, but romance with others had been hindered by our friendship, as other guys and girls didn't like us being so close to each other. I started to get frustrated, because he seemed more needy in the friendship, especially when I was seeing someone else. Like he was jealous. He'd tried to ask me out a few more times, and I tried to be gentle each time as I told him no, and explained that I just didn't feel that way about him.
It all came to a head one night, about a month after graduation, when every college grad who has not yet landed a job is frantically searching for one. I had managed to get a job with the local symphony, and while it didn't pay well, it was a start. My goal was to eventually play with a group like the Chicago Symphony, or better yet, the London Symphony. His goal was to be a computer engineer with a major firm, but he had not yet gotten a job, and was, of course, frantically looking for one.
I found him engaged in this activity one night when I went over to his place, more out of boredom than anything. My new boyfriend was an understanding guy, moreso than the previous guys had been, but he was on vacation with his parents; one last family vacation together before he, too, began trying to make his way in the big, bad world.
Peter glanced up from his laptop as I walked in the door. He smiled warmly. "Hey you, I was wondering if I was going to get to see you this week." The light bounced off his glasses, making it difficult for me to see his eyes.
"Howdy yourself, stranger," I said back. I plopped down on the couch next to him and said, "Gotta love living in the desert. You got anything to drink?" I fanned myself with my t-shirt.
He nodded, got up and grabbed a couple of sodas from his fridge. I noticed his coffee table was strewn with papers; cover letters and various versions of resumes were laying about. I wondered why he hadn't found job yet; he had graduated with a 3.8 GPA and an impressive array of extracurricular activities. I pondered his situation while he was in the kitchen. After a moment, he was back, and I cracked open my can of soda immediately, downing nearly half of it in one gulp. He gingerly sipped his, and put it on the coffee table, the already dripping condensation on the can making a small ring on the surface.
"How's things with you? Rehearsals started yet?" He asked.
"No, not till next week. I'm not totally sure I'm looking forward to it, but I'm not dreading it. At least they're a decent group. What about you?"
"Nothing, as I'm sure you can see. I've put in resumes with so many companies now that I can't count them, and I haven't heard anything from any of them." He sounded angry.
I shrugged and said, "How many resumes do you send out each day?"
"Dozens, it feels like," he replied. He shook his head, then said, "Let's not talk about this anymore. It just makes me mad. What else is going on with you?"
"Nothing at all," I replied. I'd tried not to talk about my boyfriends with him since sophomore year. It didn't always work.
"I thought you had a new boyfriend," he said. From this angle, I could see his eyes, and they darkened when he said that.
I said, "He's out of town. Due back in a couple of weeks."
Peter's eyes brightened. "So we can hang out, then." He sounded hopeful. A little too hopeful. I was afraid of hurting him.
"Sure, if you want."
"And you don't have to be home at any particular time."
I shook my head, wondering where he was going with this. I didn't have to wait long. He leaned over and kissed me on the cheek, then pulled back slightly, his eyes searching mine.
My voice was quiet. "Peter, please-"
But he interrupted me. "Shara, I've wanted you for so long...I don't think I can stand it anymore." He put a hand to my hair, stroking it, trying to pull me close.
I pulled away, and said, "I don't want to do this."
His eyes darkened again. "I don't get why you don't like me," he growled.
"It's not that I don't like you, it's just-"
"Yeah yeah, you see me like your brother. Please, I've heard it all before. I'm sick of it, Shara, do you get that?!" He was fairly shouting now, and his face was burning with fury.
I stood up, but he grabbed my arms and pulled me back down. "Ohhh no. You're not going anywhere." His voice was menacing.
I wrenched out of his grip but he grabbed my hair in his left fist, and put his right hand at the back of my neck. Forcibly pulling me towards him, he kissed me, hard and rough. He shoved his tongue into my mouth, and the more I struggled, the tighter his grip became, and the harder he kissed me.
Finally I managed to turn my head far enough to pull my lips from his, and with all my strength, I pushed him away from me.
He fell backwards onto the arm of the couch and I could see how hard he was through his shorts. He looked at me with a mix of contempt, longing, and pleading. "Please, Shara, let me have you. Just once. Just tonight. Nobody has to know." He was begging.
I shook my head, my hair a tangle from his grip. "No," I said.
"No?" He repeated.
"No," I said again.
He threw his hands up in frustration. "You don't get it, do you? All this time I've waited for you. I've been the perfect friend. I was always there for you, when others weren't. And this is how you repay me?"
I said, "Repay you? I wasn't aware that I owed you anything."
He silenced me with a slap across my face. I put my hand to my cheek in shock, but he threw himself on me, grabbing both my arms and pinning them behind my back. He whispered menacingly, "If you scream, I will hurt you. If you try to run, I will hurt you. Do you have that?"
I nodded quickly, my heart pounding in fear. I wondered if there was some way I could do both. I kept quiet while he began moving his skinny body against mine. He'd gotten soft for a moment, but I could again feel his cock swelling against me. He kissed me very hard, practically shoving his tongue down my throat. I began squirming under him, and he sat up long enough to slap me again, then he grabbed my chin and forced me to look him in the eye.
"Cool it, Shara, or I will make you sorry." He watched me for a moment to make sure I wasn't going to struggle anymore, and then he stood up, taking me with him, and forced me into the bedroom, where he threw me on the bed. I tried to get away and he lunged for me. I collapsed under his weight. He rolled me over, pressed his knee into my chest, and tore my t-shirt off of me. He ripped it in two pieces and then used it to tie my hands to the headboard, my ankles to the footboard, so that I was spread-eagled. He tied me so tight that my hands and feet almost immediately began to tingle from the loss of blood, and I struggled to keep them from going numb. He misinterpreted, and a hand shot to my throat.
"I said STOP!" he shouted. He was exerting enough pressure on my neck to raise bruises, and I knew he was serious.
With me immobilized, he grabbed a pair of scissors from his nightstand and handled them in such a way that the blade caught the light, and I wondered if he was intent on killing me. That fear, the fear of imminent death at the hands of another, only lasted for a moment, as he cut my bra off of me and began to kiss and suckle my breasts.
"Oh Shara," he whispered. "Your boobs are even sexier than I imagined." He ground his crotch against my right leg and I felt his cock press against me. It was throbbing hard. He ran his rough hands up and down my body in such a way that I was completely repulsed and had to work to keep from gagging. He kissed and licked, enjoying the feel of my body, enjoying having me so thoroughly at his disposal.
His cock throbbed harder against my leg and I wondered if he was about to cum in his pants. Maybe that would end all this...but no such luck. He took his scissors and cut off my shorts and my panties, then undressed himself, but more slowly, as though he were doing a striptease for me. He gyrated a little bit as he removed each piece of clothing, revealing his freckled body.
"You like this? You like the way I look?" he asked, his erection poking through his boxers. Despite his size, he had one of the biggest dicks I'd ever seen in my life. I began to fear anew how much he was going to hurt me.
I kept my silence, and he jumped onto the bed again and grabbed my chin hard in his hand. "You'd better say you like the way I look," he growled.
I nodded, unable to say anything because he was essentially holding my jaw shut.
"Good," he whispered, and stood up. He slowly removed his boxers, fully freeing his thick, throbbing cock. It bounced a little as he climbed back onto the bed. He began stroking himself as he touched my pussy lips. He ran his fingers up and down each lip, then he poked his way into the folds, and ran his fingers along my clit.
After a moment, he slapped my pussy hard and said, "Do you like that? Tell me you like it."
I nodded, and he said, "SAY it!"
"I like it," I said, my voice low and shaky.
"Good," he whispered again, and began sliding his fingers lower, until he found what he was looking for. He slid two fingers inside me and immediately began thrusting them in and out in small strokes, the tips of his fingers rubbing my g-spot. I knew he was trying to get me wet, and I so angry and I felt so violated already that I didn't think I'd get wet, but I began to anyway. I tried to force the arousal from my mind but I couldn't, and he noticed.
"You like this..." he murmured. I refused to answer, but he kept going, until my pussy was soaked. He took his left hand and lightly pinched my clit, rubbing it with both fingers, while his right hand continued to stroke inside me. Consciously, I tried not to react, but what he was doing felt so good, felt so damn good, that for a moment I almost forgot that he was in the middle of forcing himself on me. He noticed that my body had relaxed quite a bit, and this encouraged him further.
"You want me inside you, don't you? Say you want me inside you," he said, his voice silky now.
I shook my head. "Let me go," I said, my teeth clenched.
"Wrong answer!" he yelled.
He got between my legs and shoved himself inside of me hard, so hard that I thought he'd ruptured something. I cried out in pain, which also somehow encouraged him. At least, it encouraged him to inflict more pain.
He slapped me across my face again and said loudly, "Shut UP!"
I could feel my right cheek beginning to swell from being hit so many times, and to ward off further beating, I kept quiet as he pumped in and out of me. His hands were holding my hips and he pulled down on them with each thrust inside of me. He let go of my hips and grabbed my breasts, squeezing both of them hard as he tilted his head back with his own pleasure.
"God, Shara, you're hot. You feel incredible on me," he moaned
My pussy, despite my feelings, was contracting slightly, and my swollen clit ached for release. He had possibly the hardest cock I'd ever encountered; he was rock solid and I could feel the heat of it against my pussy lips as he pumped. He leaned down, bracing himself on his hands, and ground on my clit. My pussy throbbed with each thrust, and I instinctively began moving my hips with his thrusting, driving myself towards my orgasm.
"Oh god, you DO like this," he moaned. His thrusting was getting faster, and his balls were slapping my ass. I could tell he was about to cum. I was too, and at least for the moment, I'd given up my fear and anger.
He thrust hard inside me, his swollen cock throbbing with each shot of cum. He was so turned on that he kept grinding, kept thrusting, and I came too, my pussy contracting and releasing around his massive erection. He couldn't get enough and sat up, beginning to fuck me hard and fast, stimulating himself and, dammit, me. The ridge on the head of his hard on was stroking my g-spot in the exact right way, and I came again, squirting my juice all over him. I thrashed about, unable to withstand the sensation of that kind of an orgasm.
He kept fucking me as hard as he could, and the throbbing of my now soaked pussy squeezed him repeatedly, sending sensations that I could see ripple through his body. I came a third time, this time the orgasm so intense that I screamed involuntarily, and that was all he needed to send him towards the edge. He whipped that huge, throbbing member of his out of me and began stroking it over my stomach. So much of my juice was on him that he didn't need any lubricants, and I watched, fascinated, as he masturbated onto my stomach and chest.
His orgasm was more intense than the first, and he squeezed the head of his dick hard, his body convulsing, trying to milk out every last drop of white liquid. When he was finished, he grabbed his own t-shirt and cleaned me off, admiring my body once again.
I couldn't help it. "That was probably the best sex I ever had," I whispered.
"Yeah?" he whispered back.
"Yeah," I said.
He gently untied me and we lay there, naked, and I marveled that what started out involuntarily could end up so amazing. Despite the amazing sex, though, I couldn't lead him on.
"Peter, you know I can't love you," I said quietly.
"I know," he said back, his voice sad. "But I got what I wanted."
Creep till the end. I sighed. But I stayed put. |
19,556 | You're an Adult | Ashson | NonConsent/Reluctance | 2014-11-22 | 2014-11-22 | 2022-01-01 15:48:39 | 1 | literotica.com | https://www.literotica.com/s/youre-an-adult | Young wife is an erratic driver. | ['Driving', 'Near Accident', 'Penalty', 'Warning', 'Wife'] | 4.3 | I live in a nice little development. We only have fifteen units which means we get to know all the other occupants of the units quite quickly. There are two central units facing the main street with an U shaped drive around them and the other thirteen units spread around the outer side of the U.
Recently the unit across the drive from mine fell vacant and a young couple picked up the lease. I got to meet them quickly enough but wasn't too impressed. My opinion of him was that he was a dweeb. She on the other hand, while very pretty, seemed dreadfully shy. Totally lacking confidence in herself, from what I saw. The way things stood I couldn't see them becoming my boon companions.
Mind you, there was one thing I appreciated. Like I said, Stella was very pretty, and she had this penchant for wearing tight yoga pants. Girls like her are why yoga pants were invented. You couldn't help but lust after her seeing her walking along in those tight pants.
I came very close to meeting Stella by accident a few days later. I was reversing onto the drive when she decided to do the same. Her garage door went up and she was backing out, fast, as soon as the door was high enough to give her car clearance. Fortunately, I was watching my mirrors. I leaned on the horn and, as I had just changed into forward, I was able to tread on the accelerator and escape, but it was a near thing.
I stopped just short of the road and got out and looked at Stella. She just cringed slightly in her seat, mouthing apologies. I suggested rear view mirrors and slower exits wouldn't hurt, returned to my car, and drove away.
That was the first incident. A few days later I was working in the garden. A bunch of young lads from some of the back units were standing in the middle of the drive with their bikes, yacking away about something. I saw the garage door across the way going up and remembered Stella's previous exit.
I gave a yell of warning to the boys, telling them an idiot was on the road, or words to that effect.
They scattered and Stella came charging out right where they'd been congregated. It was like watching an eagle swoop on a covey of quail, only to see the quail head in all directions at the last moment.
Stella hadn't even noticed them. She was changing gear, ready to take off, when I reached her car and yanked open the door. She looked startled, not having seen me.
"Damn it, woman," I snarled at her. "Do you drive with your eyes closed? You near as damn skittled those kids on their bikes. It was no thanks to you that you missed them. Slow down in the driveway. If you can't slow down, park in the street."
She was full of apologies again, but as soon as I closed the door she took off, leaving me feeling irritated. If she wasn't careful someone would get hurt.
It turned out that that someone was damned near me. I was at my letterbox, clearing out all the junk mail when Stella came swinging off the road and into the driveway, moving much too fast. She might have been in the process of slowing down but her initial speed had her swinging wide, her wheels brushing my lawn and the wing of her car brushing me. At least, it would have if I hadn't taking evasive action. I tripped doing that and finished up flat on back anyway.
Stella continued on into her garage and parked, then came racing back to me. It seems that she had noticed me standing there and then seen me going backwards and was horrified to think she had actually hit me.
I was standing back up when Stella came rushing over and I gave her a very cold look.
"Why don't you step inside for a moment," I said, trying my best to put a wolf-sized bite in my voice. "I'd like a word with you."
I turned and stalked back into my unit, Stella trailing nervously behind. Once inside I turned to her.
"Your driving is atrocious," I stated plainly. "Three times in the past week you've nearly had an accident right here. I hate to think of the carnage on the roads when you're actually out and about. Why the hell don't you slow down a bit and use your damn mirrors?"
She dithered a little but there wasn't much she could say. She was at fault and she knew it. She did try to point out that if I hadn't just been standing there the latest accident wouldn't have happened.
"What? I shouldn't get my mail because you might hit me with your car?" I asked. "Are you sure you're thinking these things through."
She apologised all over again, promising to go slower in the future.
"Oddly enough, that's what you said last time," I pointed out. "Remember last time, when you nearly skittled the boys and their bikes. Or do you have so many near misses that they tend to blur into a generic whole?
Strictly speaking you lousy driving is none of my business. I should just tell your husband to speak to you about it, but I suspect he wouldn't be much use. As I seem to be your favourite victim I've decided it's up to me to do something.
If you were a child, this would be a lot easier. I'd just spank you and ground you. As you're an adult I guess I'll have to do something that will drive it home to you that you are a grown woman and responsible for your own actions."
"Um, what do you mean," she asked nervously. "What do you intend doing."
I moved slowly around her, speaking quietly.
"Well, I'm just going to have to show you that you're an adult."
I paused behind her, took hold of her yoga pants and yanked them down to her knees. Her panties came with them. She gave a squeal, but didn't move.
Back in front of her again, and she was looking at me aghast, face bright red.
"You shouldn't do that," she muttered. "Nobody has ever seen me like that before."
"Really? And have you ever had an irate man ravish you before?"
I don't think her face got any redder, but her embarrassment was obvious.
"You wouldn't," she said, plainly horrified. "You couldn't, anyway," she added, sounding slightly relieved.
"I couldn't?" I asked. "Why couldn't I?"
"It's not night-time, and even if it was I wouldn't be going down to your bedroom with you."
Was she for real? She certainly sounded as though she believed what she was saying.
"Ah, Stella, what makes you think a person can't have sex unless it's night and they're in a bedroom?"
She gave me a perplexed look.
"That's just how it's done," she explained.
In reply I reached down and gently cupped her pussy and squeezed it slightly. Her eyes went wide open.
"You can't touch me like that," she exclaimed.
"Why not? It seems to me I just did?"
"Men just don't touch women like that, and you know it."
They didn't? That was news to me. What the hell did she think they did? I mean, she was married. She should have some idea of what goes on.
I unzipped. Thinking of taking her had got my cock semi-erect. Bringing it out into the light completed the job. Stella looked as though she was about to go into shock.
"What's that supposed to be?" she wanted to know.
Come on! She couldn't be serious. No way.
"Stella. You are married. Doesn't your husband ever have sex with you?"
"Of course," she said, blushing madly.
"Then surely you have at some stage you have seen his cock before he sticks it in you," I practically snarled at her.
"Certainly not," she said huffily. "He does that sort of thing at night with the lights off. He would never expect me to look at him naked."
It was face-palm time. The man wasn't just a dweeb, he was an outrageous moron as well, and it looked as though his idiocy might be contagious. I'd really only intended to scare Stella a little, enough to make her take more care when driving. Now, I was wondering what the hell.
Stella squeaked when I leaned down and finished pushing her yoga pants and panties down to her ankles, insisting she step out of them. Once she'd done that I ran my hand over her mound again, rubbing it lightly. Stella shied like a startled cat, backing away from me.
"Take hold of my cock," I told her. "I think you need to know what one is."
She did. Reluctantly, but she took hold of it, slowly running her hand along it.
"You know, Stella, I was just going to bend you forward over the nearest chair and take you from behind, but I've changed my mind."
She perked up a little, looking relieved. Then came the let-down.
"I've decided you need to know a bit more about what men actually do to women. So I'm going to bend you backward so you can watch as my cock enters you. It's nice and light here and you'll be able to see everything. Won't that be fun?"
Stella looked down at the little prize she was holding and shook her head.
"No," she protested. "It won't be fun. Will you look at the size of that thing?"
"Um, are you complaining that it's too big or too small? Either way, that's the equipment I'm stuck with. And that you're about to be stuck with."
"This isn't funny. It's too big and you know it."
I didn't know it. I'd always though it average. And how would she know if she'd never seen one before? For all she knew the dweeb might have one twice my size. She glared at me when I pointed that out.
"Of course he doesn't," she snapped.
"But you don't know," I told her. "I suggest you keep the lights on tonight so you can see for yourself. Take along a tape measure and you can get an accurate idea of his length."
I don't know. You make a helpful suggestion, but do you get thanked? You do not.
"Ah, well, let's get the show on the road. Take off your top."
Stella paled slightly. The way the blood seemed to rush to her face as she blushed and then fade away when she went pale, it was a wonder she didn't faint.
"Why would I take off my top?"
"I'm going to make love to you, remember? It's far nicer if I can play with your breasts while I'm doing so. Don't tell me no-one's seen your bare breasts before."
The flush on her face told me the answer to that one. Her husband was obviously in for a short life. He was too damn stupid to live long.
"Well, this is your day for firsts. Take the top off. Do you want me to do it for you?"
She just stood there, arms by her side, looking helpless. I took hold of her top. She obediently lifted her arms on command and I lifted the top up and off. The bra didn't take long to go.
Stella promptly covered her breasts with her hands. I just as promptly pushed her hands down to her sides, then stood back and admired her nudity.
"You look marvellous," I said softly, my eyes on her breasts. To my amusement I could see her nipples puckering, as though sensitive to my eyes upon them.
There was an armchair conveniently behind Stella. I moved towards her and she backed off a little until she found herself leaning back against the chair. Her legs were nicely parted and I was now standing between them.
I moved my cock down and eased it forward, rubbing it lightly against Stella's lips. Stella watched for a while and then gave this odd little sigh.
"Well, if you must, you must," she said. "Go ahead."
It was funny. She didn't seem scared about what was going to happen. A little nervous because she considered me too big, perhaps, but mainly she seemed slightly irritated that she was going to be inconvenienced. Just what sort of sexual experience had she had, I wondered.
I didn't rush things. Her nipples told me she was slightly aroused, but a quick probe with a finger told me she wasn't really ready for me. I started gently massaging, rubbing her mons, brushing back and forth across her lips, doing my best to get her aroused. A few more gentle probes and I found that she was coming along nicely. If I started off now she should be wet enough to assist my entrance, and that would probably make her even wetter.
Stella was deliberately looking elsewhere when I pressed myself against her, and I wasn't having that.
"Watch," I said, tilting her head slightly.
Blushing, she watched as my cock slowly pressed against her, encouraging her lips to move aside and let it in. She gave a startled gasp as I started to sink into her hot passage.
"What are you doing?" she gasped. "That feels odd. It shouldn't feel like that."
"Feels right to me," I said. Now that I was entering her I felt free to take hold of her breasts. I gently rubbed them, teasing the nipples, while I slowly sank deeper.
"You do know that you're supposed to press towards me when I enter you, don't you?" I asked. "It's the polite thing to do."
"Really?" she gasped, squirming a little as I eased a little further forward.
"Really," I said nodding.
I saw her swallow nervously and then she pushed towards me, assisting me to drive in deeper. It wasn't much longer and I was nicely sheathed in her hot, wet, passage, feeling it clinging around me.
Stella was looking somewhat shocked, as though she didn't understand what was going on. Apparently, she didn't.
"What are you doing to me?" she whispered.
"Showing you that you're an adult, remember?" I said quietly. "Now watch."
I leaned back a little so she could have a clear view of where I was entering her. While she watched I pulled slowly out, halted when nearly clear and pushed back in firmly, admonishing her to, "Push, sweetheart," as I drove in. I continued that for a while, Stella looking down at my cock sliding in and out of her, first pushing gently when I came into her and then with greater enthusiasm as she became more fully aroused.
Satisfied that she was riding along nicely I leaned back over her, hands capturing her breasts again, teasing them to a more vivid life. Stella pushed her breasts more firmly into my hands, her hips enthusiastically bumping up to meet me.
Little love noises were escaping from between her lips, sounds of amazement and appreciation. At some stage her legs came up and wrapped around me as I drove into her, helping to pull me in, wanting all of me as deep as possible. I deliberately tried to hold the pace down a notch, wanting it to go on for as long as possible.
After a while Stella wasn't making any sense at all. She was just burbling while clinging to me and moving with me just as hard as she could. It was pretty plain that she was riding the cusp of an orgasm and would be tumbling over the edge at any moment. So I pushed her.
I drove in harder and faster, the increase in speed taking her completely by surprise. She didn't have time to adjust, her climax just smashed through her, carrying her away, gasping for air.
I let my own climax run as soon as Stella fell, greatly relieved to be able to do so. Then I was able to relax while she got herself back together.
When she finally sat up a little straighter she found herself in the armchair she had previously been leaning against.
"What did you do to me?" she demanded, giving me an accusing look.
"I showed you that I considered you an adult. One who should be willing to take on the responsibility of driving in a safe and sensible manner," I said. "Oh, and I had sex with you to demonstrate that I'm serious about this."
"That wasn't having sex with me. That's not how you have sex."
"It's not?" I asked. "Well, that's the way I do it and I enjoy it like that so I'll just keep doing it my way. You have complaints about how I went, perhaps?"
"Ah, no, I don't think so," she said quickly.
Maybe no complaints about me but I suspected that the dweeb might be in for a rough time. That was his problem. Fancy not working to satisfy that woman's needs. What was he playing at? I suspected that he'd have to learn pretty quickly.
"Might I say that I have no complaints about the way you responded," I murmured. "You were an amazingly responsive partner."
Stella blushed and kept silent but I could see that my words were a shot in the arm to her.
I kept Stella talking for a while, getting her to tell me about herself and what she wanted from life. She loosened up and chatted away, apparently not remembering that she was still naked. I wondered which would come first. The realisation of her nudity or my lust for a repeat performance.
Unfortunately, her realisation. She suddenly glanced down at herself, gave a gasp and scrambled for her clothes. Pity. She left shortly afterwards with a promise that she'd watch her driving.
I watched her go with a silent promise that I was going to repeat the afternoon's performance, and soon. Very soon. Maybe I should tell her I'm willing to give her some sex education lessons - the practical kind. |
19,557 | You're Eighteen Now | Ashson | NonConsent/Reluctance | 2013-09-19 | 2013-09-19 | 2022-01-01 15:48:41 | 1 | literotica.com | https://www.literotica.com/s/youre-eighteen-now | Today was Pamela's birthday. | ['Bedroom', 'Birthday', 'Doona', 'Sneak In'] | 4.1 | Pamela wasn't sure what woke her. She just slowly came to the realisation that she was awake and it was the middle of the night. Groggily she turned her head to glance at the clock softly glowing next to the bed. One a.m. Gods. She rolled over, seeking the safety of sleep.
Snuggled under her doona she could feel the faint breeze through the window gently ruffling her hair. She snuggled deeper under the doona, not wanting to close the window again.
Again? She sat up with a gasp. She'd already closed the window. Why was it open?
"Hullo, love," a laughing voice said. "Happy birthday."
"Danny?" Pamela was, not surprisingly, somewhat startled. "What are you doing here at this ungodly hour? For that matter, what are you doing in my bedroom at any hour?"
"It's your birthday. You turned eighteen today. I wanted to be the first to say happy birthday and to give you a birthday present."
Pamela smiled. How sweet. She said so.
"That's really sweet of you, Danny. But seriously, you should have waited until the morning. My father would kill you if he found you in here like this."
"Then we'll just have to make sure he doesn't," Danny told her. "And this present is one I thought best to give you privately."
Pamela could see him settling down to sit on the bed next to her. Her eyesight was slowly adjusting to the slight light thrown out by the little clock-radio, and Danny was slowly coming into focus.
Pamela suddenly blinked and looked harder. She gave a little squeak and dived back under the doona.
"Danny, what are you wearing?" she asked, her voice a little squeaky as trepidation surged through her.
"Nothing, sweetheart," came the happy reply. "I'm dressed as nature intended."
"Why?" came the gulped query.
"You're eighteen, now. You're finally legal and I decided I couldn't wait a moment longer to show you how much I love you."
"I've been eighteen for one hour. You've only been my boyfriend for a few weeks. Do you seriously expect me to let you into my bed?" Pamela's voice was carrying a tinge of wrath. Of all the presumptuous idiots, Danny won hands down.
The answer was short and to the point.
"Yes."
"Not going to happen. Close the window on the way out."
In reply, Pamela felt Danny grabbing the doona, trying to pull it away from her. She clutched it tightly.
"Stop it, Danny. This isn't funny. If you keep this up I'll scream and my father will come. Then you'll be in real strife."
Danny laughed, still tugging on the doona, trying to prise it out of Pamela's clutching hands.
"You've said your father could sleep through the end of the world. He probably wouldn't wake up even if you do scream. If he does happen to wake up, I'll just explain that you invited me in and have suddenly changed your mind."
"You rotten swine. Let go my doona and just go away. I said I'm not sleeping with you. I've never said that I wanted to sleep with you, and I don't think I ever will. Just go."
"Now Pamela, you were telling me just yesterday how much you love me. I'm just letting you show me how much in a physical manner."
The argument and the silent struggle for control of the doona went on for several moments. The harder Danny tried to pull the doona down, the harder Pamela held onto it, pulling it firmly around her. This proved to be an error.
Seeing the doona bunching around Pamela's chest, Danny looked towards the end of the bed. There he beheld two small feet extending beyond the bottom of the doona. With a small laugh he relinquished his grip. Pamela's tugging promptly bunched even more of the doona under her arms, and Danny promptly reached to the foot of the doona and dragged it up, dumping it all across Pamela's chest.
A quick twist and Danny was positioned between Pamela's legs, pushing her nightie up and exposing her clear to the navel. Cursing her lack of panties for nightwear, Pamela decided enough was enough. With a choice of screaming or getting raped, she knew which one she was going for.
Danny grinned as her heard Pamela taking a large intake of breath.
"Too late, sweetheart," he murmured, pushing the doona higher so that it covered her head, nodding, satisfied, as he heard her scream come through, severely muffled.
Pamela squealed and yelled under the doona, feeling Danny's hands running along her legs, heading up to her mound. She clawed at the doona, now desperate to push it clear of her head, but finding Danny's weight on it preventing her from getting untangled.
Danny's hand settled on her mound and proceeded to play. He could hear Pamela's voice rising from under the doona, muffled but certainly sounding furious. He grinned to himself as his hand started easing apart her lips and sliding into her. She'd calm down once he'd started.
Pamela was firmly pinned, and with a sense of dread she recognised what that hard object pressing firmly against her tummy must be. What was worse, Danny was now playing with her pussy, moving her lips apart and sliding his fingers into her. She yelled at him, trying to get her message through his thick skull, while those fingers took more and more liberties.
Danny could feel Pamela twisting and writhing under him. Silly girl, he mused. Why doesn't she just calm down and get on with it. She knows she wants me. Time to show her how much, he decided.
Pamela felt her lips being pulled apart and could feel Danny changing his position. A sudden probing against her opening and Pamela shrieked, trying to pull away, but finding that the probe followed her, pressure increasing.
Pinned and helpless, there was nothing Pamela could do as Danny invaded her. She felt a painful tearing inside her and screamed, knowing that it was now too late. He'd just popped her cherry and was now making his way fully inside her.
Slumping back in resignation, Pamela waited for Danny to finish his dominating thrust, knowing that there was no going back now. She could feel herself stretching, making allowance for him as he pushed in. Finally she could feel him grinding his groin against hers and knew that he'd won.
Waiting for him to continue, Pamela was surprised when Danny pulled the doona away from her head.
"Sorry if that hurt, sweetheart, but you shouldn't have struggled so much. Now I'm going to start taking you properly. Are you going to behave yourself or do I need to cover your head again while I do it?"
Pamela turned her head to the side, not answering him, but Danny seemed to take this as acquiescence.
"OK, sweetheart, all you have to do is move with me when I start. I'll do everything else and you'll find it's fun. The only bit that hurts is when I had to get in the first time. In future, you won't have to worry about that bit."
Danny pulled back and then moved slowly back into Pamela. Feeling his cock descending again, Pamela winced, and reluctantly pressed her hips up to meet him. She might have to do this, she grumbled to herself, but she'd be damned if she was going to enjoy it.
Danny smiled to himself as he felt Pamela's reluctant submission to his demands. Now that she'd started moving with him she'd find it damned hard to stop, and her pleasure would mount. He moved slowly, coaxing her into a more willing submission.
Pamela moved in time to Danny's slow thrusts, irritated to find that she quite liked the way he moved in her, his determined penetrations of her body was stirring up all sorts of odd feelings, making her tingle. She was feeling oddly hot and short of breath.
At the same time, Pamela was becoming acutely aware of the fact that she wanted more. She conceded that having Danny in her like this, moving in unison with him, was kind of fun, but it wasn't enough. She groaned and pushed harder against Danny, seeking something more.
Where Danny was concerned, Pamela's groan and the added pressure she was bringing to bear was a clear hint that it was time to up the stakes. His next thrust was harder, faster, bringing a startled gasp from Pamela. Moving faster now, Danny found Pamela easily keeping up with him, meeting his strokes firmly, thrusting her hips up to accommodate him.
Not sure how it had happened, Pamela found herself humping hard to meet Danny. Tensions were building inside her and Danny was the driving force behind them. That slow, easy, rocking movement that had seemed so gently pleasurable was forgotten now as Danny was forcefully driving her before him. The cock that had slowly eased its way into her was now driving in fiercely, hammering her, trying to defeat her.
Pamela rose to the challenge, fighting back with her body, throwing herself up at Danny's marauding erection, eager to meet it on equal terms. Those tensions that had been slowly pricking at her nerves were now a veritable storm, spreading out from where she duelled with Danny's cock.
Pamela was gasping and she could hear little squeals of eagerness spilling from her as she bucked savagely under Danny, taking everything he could throw at her. The screws were turning inside her, winding up her nerves to breaking point.
Danny could feel Pamela tensing under him and hammered her even harder. He was close to coming but he could also see Pamela was nearly ready to explode. It was probably at the last possible moment that he recognised the danger coming.
Pamela felt a long drawn-out AHH starting to come from her throat, unable to help it as the tensions reached that critical point and broke over her in a thunderous wave.
Even as he felt himself matching Pamela's climax Danny was frantically flipping the doona back over her head, desperate to muffle her climatic scream. He lay on her, their bodies throbbing in unison, while Danny kept the doona pressed firmly over Pamela's mouth.
Feeling Pamela slump down, Danny flicked the doona away again, this time tossing it to the side. Pamela watched, slightly stunned at what had happened, as Danny pushed her nightie even higher, exposing her breasts. Danny reached up and took them in his hands and squeezed.
Pamela eventually got up the strength and courage to push at Danny, making him disengage and get off her. She looked over at her little clock-radio.
Danny was smiling at her, pleased with himself.
"That was great," he told her. "I can't wait to do it again."
He was still congratulating himself when that little clock-radio hit him extremely hard, right between the eyes. |
19,558 | You're Getting Paid | Ashson | NonConsent/Reluctance | 2013-09-25 | 2013-09-25 | 2022-01-01 15:48:43 | 1 | literotica.com | https://www.literotica.com/s/youre-getting-paid | Babysitter expected to do more than just sit. | ['Headache', 'Paid'] | 4.05 | Caroline had been babysitting for several years before the Williams family moved into the area. She was friendly and trustworthy, popular with both parents and children. When the Williams' asked for local recommendations for a sitter, Caroline was high on the list.
Caroline sat for the Williams's several times, including one overnight stint, caused by the Williams' having no idea when they'd be home and it was decided it was preferable to have Caroline use the spare bedroom rather than having to go home at an unknown, but probably very late, hour.
Caroline quite enjoyed looking after the Williams' children. They were reasonably well behaved and controllable, unlike some she'd been stuck with. Also she got along well with Don and Helen, bar one little sticky point.
Helen was a great one for getting value for money and it was her belief that as Caroline was being paid to be there and look after the children she might as well do other things to earn her money once the children went to bed. Caroline on the other hand considered herself to be there to look after the children, and filling in time doing Helen's laundry and sundry other housework was just not on.
Another occasion arose when Caroline was required to stay overnight.
"We're going to a work do," explained Helen, "and we have no idea when it'll finish. It may finish early but there again, we may be stuck until three of four in the morning so we'll really need you to sleep over."
"That's no problem, Mrs. Williams," Caroline assured her. "That's what I'm here for."
The Williams' departed for their work do, the children were bathed and put to bed and eventually they stayed there. Caroline settled down to natter to friends on the phone and to watch TV.
Close to midnight Caroline yawned and checked the time, surprised to see how late it was. Deciding it was time for bed she checked to make sure the children were sleeping soundly and headed for the spare bedroom to retire.
It was a pleasant night, so Caroline didn't worry about night clothes. She just stripped down to panties and crawled under the doona, ready to go to sleep.
Caroline was just dozing off when she heard the front door open. Opening one eye to check the time she was surprised to note it was still just short of midnight. The Williams's were home a lot earlier than she'd expected.
It appeared that the Williams's were having a little tiff, as Caroline could hear them arguing. Well, she supposed it wasn't heated enough to be called an argument, but they were definitely having a debate about something. At one point she thought she heard her name mentioned, followed by further debate. Then she heard Mrs. Williams say, "Well go and see."
A few moments later there was a gentle rap on her door and, on hearing her mumbled reply, Mr. Williams stuck his head around the door.
"Excuse me, Caroline," he said "but how old are you? I was telling Helen you're only seventeen but she's insisting that you're eighteen. I could have sworn you told me seventeen."
"I did tell you seventeen," mumbled Caroline, "but that was several months ago. I turned eighteen a couple of weeks ago. You even sent me a card."
"Ah, right, thanks," said Mr. Willams, closing the door and leaving.
Moments later the debate started again, but this time it seemed that Mrs. Williams was on the winning side. Apart from what appeared to be a few formal protests, Don was conceding to whatever his wife wanted. Caroline grinned to herself and snuggled deeper into the bed.
Caroline was just dozing off again when the door opened, the light turned on and Mr. Williams was in the room, in his pyjamas, strolling towards the bed.
"No need to get up Caroline," he said. "Helen's got a headache and she suggested that I sleep with you tonight."
Before Caroline could fully interpret what he'd said, he'd flipped the doona to one side and was looking at her, lying there in her panties.
"You won't need those," he told her, and before a startled Caroline could wake properly and defend herself her panties were being quickly stripped from her.
"What do you think you're doing?" Caroline protested. "You can't just come in here like this."
Frantic attempts to pull the doona over her failing, Caroline hastily placed a pillow in front of her, staring at Mr. Williams in shock.
"Seeing we're spending the night together, you might as well call me Don," she was told.
"Go away," hissed Caroline. "If you don't leave my room immediately I'll call for help."
"Don't be silly," laughed Don. "You'll find that we'll do quite well together. You won't need help."
"Mrs. Williams, Helen," shouted Caroline. And called again when there was no immediate response.
Finally hearing footsteps in the hall, Caroline looked with relief at the door and an irate Mrs. Williams appeared.
"What on earth is the yelling about?" she snapped. "I'm tired and want my sleep."
Caroline waved her arm in Don's general direction. "He came barging into my room and he won't leave," she explained.
"So what?" snapped Mrs. Williams. "I'm tired and he's horny. You're here for the night so I told him to spend the night with you. You're old enough and you're getting paid so what's your gripe?"
With that she turned and barged back out of the room, leaving a stunned Caroline looking at the door in disbelief.
Don gently closed the door and turned back towards the bed.
"Now let's get better acquainted," he murmured, stripping off his pyjamas as he came.
Caroline cringed back against the corner of the bed, staring wide-eyed as Don approached, desperately trying not to look at the erection rearing up in front of him.
Don grabbed Caroline's ankles and pulled them, forcing her onto her back. Grabbing the pillow she was clutching he tossed it to one side. Catching her arms he pulled them above her head and held them there, while one hand on her knee kept Caroline lying on the bed, all her charms exposed to his pleased gaze.
"You can't do this," Caroline whispered, knowing only too well he could, and apparently would. She gasped as he bent over her and sucked lightly on a nipple.
"You can't do this," she repeated, louder, knowing that he would just ignore her again but feeling compelled to protest.
The hand on her knee gently pulled and Caroline felt her legs being separated. She tried to hold them together but seemed unable to keep them closed. She couldn't understand it. Other boys had tried to coax her legs apart so they could slip their hands into her panties and it had seemed easy then to hold firm. Why then, were her legs being parted so easily, despite her fervent wish that it was otherwise?
A hand closed over her, neatly covering her tender flesh and Caroline have an involuntary squeal. Again, she'd experienced some touching and groping of her pussy before, but that had always been tentative, boys not sure what they were doing yet. Don's hand had just closed on her as though he owned her, and now he was stirring her up.
Gasping a little and trying to ease away from that invasive touch, Caroline felt Don intruding deeper into her, parting her lips and exploring inside her. Little squeaks and protests came bubbling up from her lips, barely heard by herself and totally ignored by Don.
Heat was rising in her, being stirred into life by Don's insistent fingering of her sensitive inner self, his stroking and gentle massaging expertly awakening her body to its primal needs.
Soon Caroline found herself lying there waiting, still protesting feebly, but expectant now that something more was going to happen. It was almost a relief when Don settled between her legs, preparing to show her what came next.
Her eyes fastened on his erection, watching as it moved towards where Don was holding her lips apart with one hand.
"Oh my god, no," she mumbled. "Oh my god, oh my god, oh my GOD" she finished with a squeal as she felt Don pushing into her, tearing her and penetrating her.
She lay there, watching in shock as Don's cock continued to descend, easing apart her passage and filling her. Never in her life, she decided, had she ever been so acutely aware of anything as she was of that cock moving into her.
Caroline lay there, eyeing the place where Don had penetrated her, waiting to see what happened next. She saw him, felt him, slowly withdraw and descend. And again, moving slowly, letting her feel him, adjust to him, get the taste of him moving inside her.
Next time he pushed down into her, Caroline felt herself pushing up to meet him, slowly, gently, opening for him. Soon they were moving in unison, no hurry, just a gentle coming together followed by an equal gentle parting and then together again.
Caroline's eyes closed, shutting out everything but the feeling of this man inside her, taking her to places she'd never been but had been anticipating all her life without even knowing it.
Slowly they moved, slowly the tension mounted. Small fires were being stirred to become larger fires, and the larger fires were being fanned to become a blaze that would eventually consume them.
On and on it went, a gentle rocking, each coming together leaving here a little hotter, a little more eager. Her breath was coming in short gasps. She was burning up and wanted, needed, more. She needed those flames fanned harder to help lift the fires within.
Caroline could hear herself pleading for more, faster, she was demanding, harder, she was demanding, make it happen, she was pleading.
Don was now surging more strongly into her, his thrusting becoming harder and hotter, forcing squeals and pleas for even more from her, while she bucked beneath him, matching his drive with a drive all her own.
His mouth covered hers, stopping her screams as he plundered her body, forcing her to a climax and flooding her with a climax of his own.
Gently holding her, stroking her, easing her back to reality, until at last she lay on the bed, breathing heavily and wondering what had happened, and why hadn't it happen long ago?
"Tell me, Caroline," said Don, speaking quietly. "Would you be available to babysit next Saturday night, all night?"
"I'd need to check my diary," she mumbled, knowing something about the request was wrong. "Um, didn't I hear that Helen was taking the children to their grandmothers for the weekend?"
"You could be right," said Don, "but I wouldn't worry about that. I'm sure we'll be able to keep you occupied." |
19,559 | You're Hired | 95_5Switch | NonConsent/Reluctance | 2010-04-15 | 2010-05-05 | 2022-01-01 15:48:45 | 4 | literotica.com | https://www.literotica.com/s/youre-hired-ch-01 | 1. As a manager, Terry will be managing more than product. 2. Terry's first special training assignment. 3. Terry's first specialized training. 4. Terry thinks he was set-up. | ['Blackmail', 'Breast Worship', 'Manager', 'Store'] | 3.52 | "We're glad you're here...welcome to Houston. John, could you and Nicole excuse us. There are few things I'd like to discuss with our new manager in private."
John and Nicole exchanged curious glances, but rose from their seats and complied with Jenna's request.
After the door was shut and the other two managers no longer visible in the window to her office, she set a stern glance at Terry. After holding the gaze for a moment, she sighed and said, "For all intents and purposes, everyone here thinks that you are here to fill the second grocery manager position. However, I have heard things about you; even noticed the same things while observing you here in the store."
Terry furrowed his brow in confusion. "I'm sorry, have I done something wrong?"
"As far as the company is concerned, yes. It is a serious matter that could have you terminated."
Terry could hardly believe what he was hearing. He had just been promoted and transferred to this store and now he was being told he was going to be fired. What was he going to do? What would he tell his wife? He knew they couldn't afford the rent where they were living without this job.
Terry swallowed hard and said, "Ma'am, I'm not sure what you've heard or seen...I don't recall do anything improper."
"Well, normally you wouldn't," Jenna replied. "You're like most guys. You do things unconsciously. You've ogled just about every woman you've come across here. Myself and Nicole included!"
Terry couldn't believe his ears. Yes, he had been admiring Jenna's and Nicole's bodies, but he thought it had gone undetected.
"Furthermore, between you and me, I will let you know that you didn't just happen to be assigned here. I requested you; in fact fought to get you assigned here."
Terry's brow furrowed again in confusion. "If I have offended you, why do you want me here?"
As Jenna interlaced her fingers and let out a sigh as her shoulders dropped, she replied. "I'm recently divorced...I was miserable in my relationship and starved for attention. But I couldn't do anything, because I was married and everyone was watching me all the time. When I heard about you, I figured you were just what I needed."
Terry's look of confusion remained, but he relaxed a little.
"You will be assigned various projects by me that will require you to be away from the grocery department for extended periods of time. I have already explained to John that you were shorted some training in your promotion and that I would make sure you were brought up to speed so you wouldn't take away from his time. In reality, you are here to admire my body and bring me pleasure. How you go about doing that, I will leave up to you."
The look of confusion was melting away into a full-on deer-in-the-headlights look.
"When you are not performing your training with me, you return and fufill your duties in the grocery department. As long as you are meeting your training requirements with me, you pretty much have free reign in the grocery department; John can't touch you. I will offer this to you as an option: should you decline or fail to maintain your training requirements, you will be reassigned to the Santa Fe store down the road. Currently, the grocery department there is 5 people short. The department is only budgeted for 10 people...I think you can imagine the hell that it would be, but I will leave the choice to you. Before you make the decision, however, I need you run an errand for me. We have run out of weekly ads and Santa Fe has 2 extra boxes they're willing to give us. Go tour the store while you're there and then let me know your decision when you return."
Terry slowly rose to his feet and started to reach for the door handle.
"Oh, and Terry? If you so much as breathe a word about this to anybody, I will have you terminated on several counts of sexual harassment... Do you know the way to the Santa Fe store?"
Terry tapped the holster on his belt. "I have an iPhone, ma'am...got all the maps and directions I need." With that, he walked out of her office and made sure the door shut softly. Out of the side of his vision he saw her swivel in her chair and face her computer as he walked out of the hallway.
Once he got to his car, he fumbled with his keys and dropped them twice trying to get the door unlocked. Once he got in, he sat there for a moment without starting the car. It was midday now, with the sun high in the summer sky, the car must have been about 110 degrees. When his eyes started to burn, he blinked, coming back to reality and started the car. After a few moments of the car cooling off and the directions brought up on his phone. Terry started to pull out of the parking lot. As he did, he noticed Nicole on the side of the building smoking. The sight repulsed him. He hated smokers...he hated the smell, the damage they did to their bodies, the environment, and those around them. She smiled and waved and he returned both the smile and the wave as he carefully exited the lot.
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19,560 | You're Mine Now | YouBelongToMe | NonConsent/Reluctance | 2021-08-23 | 2021-12-02 | 2022-01-01 15:48:51 | 5 | literotica.com | https://www.literotica.com/s/youre-mine-now-3 | 1. Beth finds herself at the mercy of an imposter in her home. 2. Cleo is taken and Beth struggles with her betrayal. 3. Beth and Cleo are punished for their behaviour. 4. Cleo and Beth are displayed for company. 5. Their night of horror continues and Cleo feels Alex's wrath. | ['Abduction', 'Bdsm', 'Kidnap', 'Lesbian Sex'] | 4.36 | Beth was exhausted. Working long shifts at the coffee shop was hard enough without adding leery customers to the mix, but she had spent most of her day dodging being smacked or groped on the ass by any Tom, Dick or Harry that felt like it. Sighing heavily she pulled the hair tie from her wavy brunette hair, running a hand through it to loosen the knots that had built up over the long day. She was ready to take a long hot shower and enjoy a very rare three day break from work.
Her apartment was, as always, in darkness when she entered it and dropped her keys in the bowl by the door before shrugging off her jacket and hanging it on the hook. It was a familiar routine by now, Beth had lived here for almost five years. Five years of a temporary job for income whilst she worked on her music. Five years of a pokey studio apartment that she hated. Five years of getting frustratingly nowhere with her music no matter how hard she worked.
Beth was fed up with her life, and the little bit of happiness she did have; a perky redhead with impossibly blue eyes named Cleo; had ghosted her after four months of dating. She didn't understand why Cleo had just stopped messaging her, stopped returning her calls a week ago. Beth would normally have fought harder to keep someone as special as Cleo in her life but lately she was too tired to bother with someone that would treat her like that.
She walked past her bathroom (the only other room in her apartment) and dumped her bag on her bed. Beth hated that she missed Cleo this much. She had just upped and ghosted her like the last four months meant nothing, but here Beth was wondering what she was doing and if she was thinking of her too. Of course she wasn't, that's why she ghosted her. And right after Beth had told her she loved her. All she had to do was say she didn't feel like that about her, let her down easy, not just completely ignore her.
Beth was pulled from her thoughts a hand roughly pulling her head back, scalp burning as fear flared in her chest. She went to cry out but as her mouth opened a damp clump of fabric was shoved into it, causing her to gag on its sour taste and yet oddly familiar taste. What the fuck was happening?
Beth was shoved hard and fell onto her bed face down, feeling the weight of the imposter on top of her as they straddled her hips and pulled her arms sharply behind her back, cold metal tightening around her wrists painfully as Beth struggled furiously. She went to try and spit out the fabric that had been forced into her mouth, but a ball gag was quickly forced into place, pushing the fabric further in and against her tongue, Beth gagging again as she was unable to escape the taste that filled her mouth and made her heave.
She wriggled and writhed under the person on top of her, hands pinned behind her back, screams for help almost entirely smothered by the items roughly forced into her mouth. She was desperate to get away from whatever it was that was happening to her, from the imposter in her home. There was a cruel chuckle from above her as their hand found its way back into her hair and pulling it back sharply, hot breathe tickling the terrified woman's ear.
"Are you enjoying the taste of my panties bitch?" A female voice hissed in her ear, Beth still struggling as her heart bounded in her chest, disgust creasing her features as she realised what the taste in her mouth was, "I came in them, waiting for you, thinking of all the things I'm going to do to you that you're not going to be able to stop."
The string of expletives that Beth screamed at the woman on top of her was lost in all but tone behind the foul but affective silencing measures. The weight on top of her lifted as she was flipped onto her back, finally seeing the face of the woman that had been waiting for her. She glowered at the tall blonde, green eyes burning into her as the smirk on her face betrayed some of the cruelty in her mind. Beth tried to bring her legs up to kick her way out of this situation, but the woman quickly caught her flailing legs and quickly fastening a zip tie around her ankles. Beth grunted as the tight plastic cut into her skin, determined not to let this woman get away with what she was doing to her. She didn't know who she was or what exactly what she was going to do to her, but Beth was not about to lie down and take it. She had picked the wrong woman to ambush in her apartment if she was expecting a timid and frightened woman that wouldn't fight back.
"She told me you were feisty... she wasn't wrong." The blonde raised an eyebrow, cruel chuckle sending icy dread down Beth's spine.
The blonde watched Beth writhe furiously underneath her, amused as Beth glared and tried yet again to scream for help in the vain hope that the thin walls of her apartment would finally work in her favour. Shaking her head, the blonde grabbed hold the white button up shirt that Beth was wearing and ripping it open, buttons flying everywhere as she reached into the back pocket of her tight pants and pulling out a pair of sharp scissors. Beth's eyes widened in fear as she struggled harder and more desperately as the sharp blades came towards her. Why was this happening to her? Who on earth had sent this twisted woman to her?
"I always inspect my new property before I take it back with me." The blonde's smirk and calm tone was far more terrifying than any kind of fury that she may have had in this scenario. It was chilling to think that anyone could treat this scenario in such a calm way.
"FUUU OUU!" Although Beth's mouth was full of her assaulter's soaked panties and a ball gag to keep them in place the two words that she yelled at the woman weren't that hard to figure out. Beth wasn't anyone's 'property', who the fuck did this woman think she was?
"I'll be doing plenty of that, don't you worry." She grinned malevolently, "Now hold still or I'm going to end up nicking this pretty porcelain skin of yours. Unless you're into that?"
Beth's breathe hitched in her throat as she felt the cold metal of the scissor blades slide slowly and torturously along her stomach, her struggling ceasing momentarily as she tried to make sure she wasn't impaled on the sharp tool. She hated that she was complying with what this woman had asked her to do, but Beth had no desire to end up dead right now. She'd survive simply to spite this bitch.
The scissors snipped through the fabric connecting the cuffs of Beth's bra, the implement discarded before the imposter pulled the lace away from Beth's perky C cups, grinning as she roughly grouped at them, Beth's struggling commencing once more as she tried to get away from the careless and violating touch of the woman straddling her. She had to get out of this, Beth had to get away from her.
"Oh these will do nicely." The blonde mused, pinching Beth's nipples and tugging at them a little as Beth's back arched against the pain, "I have lots of plans for these tits."
Panic was making Beth's eyes wild as her assaulter dipped her head and used her tongue to tease her now tender left nipple. She wanted her to get off her, she wanted to scream the place down until someone came to help her, she wanted to give her a fighting chance to get out of this. But instead all she could do was writhe helplessly with her hands pinned behind her and her ankles chaffing painfully.
Beth cried out as the woman's teeth sank into the tender skin of her breast, the cry lost to her tormentor (not that she would have cared anyway). She lifted her head and admired the teeth marks that she had left.
"Look at you wearing a mark of mine already." She practically purred, "I can't wait to give you a more permanent reminder of who you belong to."
Beth's struggles were frantic as she tried to free herself. No way was she going to let this woman 'claim' her. She didn't belong to her, she didn't belong to anyone. Beth couldn't let her do this. A sharp smack across her face brought tears to the corner of her eyes that she desperately tried to push back. She wasn't going to let this woman see her cry, wasn't going to let her make her cry.
"Your struggling is not only pointless, it's being to really irritate me." The blonde growled, gripping Beth's chin tightly in her hand and turning her head back to face her, "So cut it out before you make this infinitely worse for yourself."
Beth glared at her, wincing a little as the woman's fingers dug harder into her chin but continuing to try and free herself from underneath her tormenter. The woman tutted and released her chin, starting to tease Beth's nipples with her thumbs. Beth gasped and fought back against the unwelcome feeling of arousal that seemed to flare at her touch. No. No way. She wasn't about to be turned on by this. Thankfully the arousal was quickly drowned out by a sharp pain as the woman produced a pair of nipple clamps from her pocket and tightened them as much as she could around Beth's now erect nipples.
"Whether you like it or not, whether you want to or not, you now belong to me Beth. So stay still whilst I finish inspecting the merchandise I have secured." The blonde flicked one of Beth's now painful nipples, Beth screaming in pain as a betraying tear slipped down her cheek.
Dammit.
She wanted her to leave, she wanted her to realise that she wasn't worth the bother, but every move of her body sent waves of pain rolling through her from the aggressive clamps on her nipples. It forced her struggling to a feeble level and Beth hated that. It felt like giving up, it felt like she was letting this woman win. What was she supposed to do now?
"Now. Let's see the rear."
Beth screeched as the act of being carelessly flipped onto her stomach and of her being pressed into her hard mattress caused her nipples to throb painfully. There was a cold trail along her ass as the sharp scissors cut through the tight skirt that she had to wear for work. Beth hated wearing a skirt, far more comfortable in pants, but right now the choice of wearing a skirt or being forcibly exposed to the woman pinning her down, Beth would have worn a tutu.
She felt her skirt fall away before the imposter roughly grabbed her now exposed ass. She buried her face in her sheets as defeat washed over her, not wanting this woman to see the fear and pain in her expression. Beth could at least rob her of that satisfaction.
"Tight and petite. Just the way I like it." The blonde hummed approvingly, taking hold of the waist band of Beth's underwear and yanking them sharply upwards as far as they would go, paying no mind to Beth's smothered cry of pain as the fabric started to cut into her folds. She dragged her fingernails across the pale skin of Beth's now entirely exposed ass, smirking at the red marks she left in her wake.
Beth cursed as another couple of tears began to fall. How was she going to get out of this? How could she possibly begin to get away from a woman this sadistic and well prepared for anything she could try? Because there was no way it was the woman's first time doing this. How many other women had she done this to?
"Now... the moment we've all been waiting for." The woman chuckled cruelly as she rolled Beth onto her back again, reveling in the way that fear had made her eyes go wild, "Let's see what it is you're hiding underneath this unflattering underwear."
Beth shook her head furiously, struggling again despite the pain it caused her. There was a line that this hasn't crossed yet, a line that Beth knew that once crossed anything was possible. She couldn't let her do this. Beth felt the ties around her ankles give as the woman leant back and cut through them to allow her to force Beth's legs open for her. Beth bucked, eyes narrowed against the pain of the action, and tried to throw the woman off her. The woman was caught off guard, too busy hungrily eyeing the already exposed lips between Beth's legs that had been released by her rough actions with her underwear, tumbling off Beth with an undignified grunt. Hope and adrenaline flooded Beth's system as she somehow managed to maneuver herself quickly onto her feet and bolt for the door. Her heart pounded hard against her ribs as she ran past the bathroom, but the elation didn't last.
A foot stuck itself out from the bathroom doorway, tripping Beth who went skidding along the hardwood floor of her apartment. Beth tried to get back on her feet, but a hand tangled in her hair and dragged her upright and over to the sofa, pushing her over the arm of it and holding her down with her ass in the air by the back of her neck.
"C'mon Alex, how many times have you done this?" The new intruder, also female, chuckled, "Never get distracted by the pussy, it'll be your downfall."
"Yeah yeah." Alex mumbled, stalking over to where Beth was still trying to fight her way out of the tight grip on the back of her neck, "It's going to be so much fun breaking this one in."
Beth was paying them no attention as her mind raced. How many of them were there? How had they gotten into her locked apartment and locked the door behind them again? And how the hell did they know her name?
"Stella be a lamb and hold her legs open for me, Emma can hold her top half down."
Beth heard a third pair of footsteps pad across her apartment, a set of hands gripping her shoulders and pushing her further down into the couch. Stella's hand then released her neck, both hands trailing tauntingly along Beth's almost entirely exposed flesh before they spread her legs as far apart as she could, Beth helpless to do anything at 5"2' and with a slim build against these surprisingly strong women.
Alex went and fetched the scissors from the bed, cutting Beth's shirt from her as she returned and the last of her now ruined bra. Beth forced back a sob at how helpless she now was, struggles growing feebler as the reality of her situation began to set in. She was completely at the mercy of these women and whatever they wanted to do to her. God what were they going to do to her?
With her now naked down to the waist, Alex reached forward and released the clamps on Beth's nipples, blood and pain rushing to them as a muffled screech came from her mouth.
"It didn't have to happen this way Beth. If only you'd behaved yourself, this whole thing would've been so much easier for you." Alex hissed in Beth's ear as she teased her sensitive and aching nipples, rolling them between her finger and thumb as the young woman writhed and whimpered trying to get away from her, "But it is more fun for me this way."
Releasing Beth's nipples, Alex tugged her underwear from her, removing the last shred of clothing and her dignity at the same time. Tears started to pour down Beth's cheeks at the way she had been rendered so vulnerable and humiliated, feeling the eyes of all three women on her as she cursed silently. How had she gotten into this position? Did she forget to lock her door? Did she leave her spare key somewhere obvious? Had she pissed someone off?
She was dragged from her thoughts by the feeling of Alex's fingers thrusting inside her, a strangled yelp of surprise and horror lost to those around her.
"Surprisingly tight for such a little slut." Alex hummed, flexing her fingers inside Beth who tried to fight off the woman violating her as she attempted to kick her legs. Stella laughed as she pinned her legs against the sofa.
"You're right, she's putting up far more of a fight than that last one. Breaking her could take weeks, imagine the possibilities..." Stella was practically drooling at the thought of all the things she could inflict on the woman she was helping to restrain.
Beth's shoulders were shaking as she cried in frustration and fear. What were they going to do to her? Why were they doing this to her? Alex's fingers withdrew from inside her, finding her clit and beginning to tease the nub. Beth's body began to betray her as she tried to swallow a groan, a familiar knot in her stomach starting to form. Fuck, not now... she couldn't let them think she was enjoying this. And yet:
"Oh you dirty little slut." Alex laughed as she continued to tease and rub Beth's clit, "Look how wet you're getting. I can't believe you're getting off on this..."
Beth wanted to tell her she wasn't, wanted to tell her to get off her, wanted to kick and scream her way out of this, but she couldn't. They had her exactly where they wanted her, to do whatever they wanted with her, and that went against everything Beth knew about herself. She wasn't the kind of person that let things happen to her, she fought back with everything she had but this? This was three strong women holding her down and violating her with an insane amount of organization and precision.
Beth was left unsatisfied, letting an involuntary whimper slip around the gag and soaked panties in her mouth that caused a cruel chuckle from her captors as Alex withdrew her hand again. Beth bucked again as she felt her ass cheeks be parted, trying her most furious struggle yet as she felt Alex trace her finger around the edge of her hole.
"A virgin hole... I always like a virgin hole." Alex mused, amused at the way Beth was trying in vain to get away from them, "I'm very satisfied with this acquisition ladies, even if she is going to be a troublemaker for a little while."
"Should we prep her for transport then?" Stella asked, looking up from where she sat on the floor with Beth's legs still held tightly in place.
"I think that's an excellent idea. She's only petite, she'll easily fit into what you brought with you." Alex walked over to the bathroom and retrieved a bag from inside, unzipping it and starting to rummage through it.
Beth's heart leap into her throat. Transport? Where were they taking her? She knew that in situations like this, a secondary location was never a good thing. What was going to happen to her once they took her away from here?
"Once I've prepped her you can go and fetch it." Alex turned to Stella who nodded, bright red hair scraped out of her face as she grinned at the item Alex now held in her hand.
Beth yelped as she felt something press against her asshole, trying pull away but held tight in place by the kidnappers. Alex slapped her ass hard, a red hand mark left in her wake as Beth grunted in pain, still struggling.
"Now if you had behaved yourself, this would be thoroughly lubed and I'd warm you up first." Alex chastised her, "But now this is going straight in with no assistance so that you are nice and ready for me."
Beth shook her head furiously, tears free-falling as she tried to tug herself free of all the hands on her. It was no use as the grip on her tightened. Alex began to push the thick butt plug, about an inch and a half at its thickest point, into Beth's tight sphincter. Beth screamed and bucked again, the unlubed butt plug feeling like it was tearing into her ass as it was forced in deeper. She sobbed, choking slightly on the panties in her mouth as she tried to get them off her. Why were they doing this to her? She screeched as the ordeal continued, her hole opening wider and wider as Alex pushed it into her at a torturously slow pace. It was going to tear her clean in half, this Beth was sure of. And then, as the widest part of it was pushed inside her the pain decreased, her muscles tightening once more around the narrow part of the plug effectively holding it inside her.
Beth was shaking as she tried to adjust to the feeling of the plug inside her. She wanted this to be over, she wanted to wake up and find this had all just been a horrific nightmare. But as she felt a thick dildo, thicker than anything she had allowed inside her before, press against her involuntarily damp cunt she knew that this was reality and that she was well and truly in their grasp and at their mercy.
"I don't usually go this thick with a new acquisition." Alex's tone was calm and level as she ignored the muffled scream that came from Beth as she aggressively forced the eight cock into her, "But for a bitch that misbehaves so blatantly, I need to remind her exactly who is in charge here."
Beth's head dropped onto the sofa cushions, struggling finally ceasing as she gave in to whatever it was this woman wanted to do to her. It was no use. She was getting away from her. She was going to be taken from her home in the dead of night, violated and bound, to have god only knew what inflicted on her until... until what? She broke? She died?
Once both toys were deep inside the sobbing woman, Alex quickly fastened a leather chastity harness into place, ensuring that the toys could not be removed until she decided they could be. The leather strap running between Beth's legs pressed tightly against her, rubbing on her clit with every slight movement, torturously starting to arouse her despite her best attempts to fight off the feeling.
"Go and get the transport, I'll make sure to bind her tight." Alex held tight to Beth's hips as Stella let go of her legs, heading into the bathroom.
Beth felt her legs be pulled sharply back together and tight leather wrap around her ankles as cuffs were fastened into place, clipping them together. Leather straps were then wrapped around her calves and thighs, ensuring she could still bend her knees but couldn't move her legs apart. She heard the sound of metal clattering to her left but as she tried to turn her head to see what it was forced downwards into the sofa cushions.
"Not yet. I haven't finished getting you ready." Alex tutted patronisingly, "Emma get her hair out of the way of her neck."
Beth made a half-hearted attempt to wriggle free but as her hair was moved Alex clipped her handcuffs to the O-ring in the centre of the belt behind her back, effectively immobilising all attempts that could be made for freedom. Once her hair was out of the way, Beth sobbed again through the silencing measures in her mouth as she felt a thick leather collar wrap around her neck, preventing her head from turning. This was it. It was over for her now. They had her.
"Mistress would it make sense to blindfold her now?" Emma hadn't spoken a word until now, but her words and the hollow compliance of her tone sent a chill down Beth's spine.
"I think you make a good point Emma... I can't do it once she's in that pet cage after all." Alex smiled at the young raven haired woman who beamed at the praise from her mistress.
Beth's world plunged into darkness as her mind reeled. Pet cage? Oh god, they were treating her like an animal... what was she going to do? The blindfold was tight and left no opportunity for her to try and see what was happening to her next as she was pulled from over the edge of the sofa and dragged over to her left, bound legs trailing uselessly behind her.
She felt the surface underneath change from wooden floor to cold metal as she was forced through a small door. Beth was just about able to pull her knees to her chest as lay on her side, flinching as she heard the door of the cage clatter shut, pressing against her feet as the cramped nature of the container was revealed. She couldn't move an inch, the small bars pressing into her tightly bound arms and her knees. Scratchy fabric brushed over the areas of her skin that were exposed through the bars and she realised a blanket must have been thrown over the cage, hiding her from view of the other residents of her building should they run in to them. Beth didn't share her building with smart people, none of them would think anything of this beyond transporting an animal to the vets, and with these gagging methods in she couldn't alert them to her situation.
"Right ladies. Let's get my new toy home."
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The journey from her apartment to wherever they were now had been hell. The cage was mounted on wheels to make it easier to maneuver, so Beth had been removed with ease from her home and the life she knew. At her best guess, Beth would have guessed she had been rolled into a waiting van, her cage secured by a series of straps to the floor and off they went. She had no idea how long they had been travelling but it had felt like hours, Beth able to feel every bump in the road, every turn, every uneven surface. The toys inside her were painfully large and every jostle of the cage only seemed to move them deeper inside her, leaving her with a simmering feeling of arousal from her traitorous body.
It was when the van came to a halt that Beth's chest grew tight. They were here. Wherever here was, Beth knew that no-one would find her here. Not that there was anyone to look for her. Cleo would have been the only person she would have imagined that would miss her if she dropped off the face of the earth, but given that she'd ghosted her, Beth couldn't imagine she would go looking for her.
Nothing was said as she was wheeled from the van, the only sound to be heard was the clattering of her cage and the squeak of the wheels as it was turned and pushed through seemingly maze like corridors. Hands grabbed her and dragged her from the cage, Beth trying to kick at the person pulling her. She'd made a promise to herself on the long van ride; she wasn't going to ever go easily and compliantly along with what they wanted, no matter what it cost her. They weren't going to break her.
Her kicking was relatively useless as more hands lifted her arms and she was carried to what was waiting her next. Beth landed with a dull thud on a hard surface, grunting as it winded her. The gag and the filthy panties were finally removed from her mouth and she took the opportunity to speak her mind.
"You're not going to break me! You think I'm just going to lie down and take this?! I'll kill you, all of you! I'm not afraid of you!" She spat, voice hoarse. God how long had it been since she'd last had something to drink?
"I should have known you'd have a mouth on you." Alex laughed, "It's not a problem, I'll soon have you under control. Even the mangiest of dogs can be trained."
"Fuck you!" Beth snarled, unable to get up from where she lay on her front with her legs bound her hands behind her back, but nonetheless trying to, "I'm not your pet, I'm a human being and you can't do this to me!"
"Oh I can." Alex taunted, "And I am doing. There is nothing you can do about that. You were handed to me on a silver platter Beth and now I own you."
To emphasise her point, Alex pushed Beth down with her foot and rolled her onto her back, looping her finger through the O-ring on the front of her colour and using it to lift her a few inches off the floor.
"I'm not scared of you." Beth growled, even as her heart pounded in her chest.
"You will be." Alex promised, "And then you will worship the ground I walk on." She let Beth drop to the floor again, taking her nipples between her fingers and twisting them, smirking as the blindfolded woman let out a scream, "Now. Here is how this works. From here on out, you call me mistress. You meet no-one's eyes. You do not refuse any instruction given by me or Stella. Your body belongs to me, to use as I please, you do not share it with anyone else or use it yourself without my permission."
"S-screw you." Beth grunted through gritted teeth.
"That is not the correct answer." There was a dangerous edge to Alex's voice as she rolled Beth onto her back again. There was a pause and then a crack as leather snapped across Beth's bare ass.
Beth cried out in agony as the strap landed twice more, each blow harder than the first. She couldn't do anything to stop the blows that landed with her hands and legs bound, but still tried to wriggle away from the source of the pain.
"Now. Do you understand my rules?" Alex asked.
"Fuck off." Beth spat, crying out as the strap landed three more times. Tears poured down her cheeks as the pain caused to pant heavily, the plug and the dildo that had been forced inside her and held into place jostling and adding arousal to the searing pain across her ass. Dammit, not this again. She wouldn't allow herself to be turned on.
"Do you understand my rules?"
"Go fuck yourself!"
They went around and around like this until Beth's ass was bright red, bruises starting to form in places, arousal starting to drip around the leather strap between her legs entirely against her will as she was ground into with every jolt. Beth was sobbing, her head resting on the cold hard ground. She couldn't take this anymore, she hated being made to feel like this, the pain mixed with arousal that only her body felt as it turned on her.
"Do you understand my rules?"
"Y-yes mistress." Beth choked, hating herself for uttering the words.
"Good." Alex hummed, "Now I was going to loosen your bonds, but seeing as though you clearly do not understand that you have no say here I think it will do you good to spend a little time basking in the helplessness of your situation."
Beth sobbed, ass throbbing from the twenty plus strikes of the leather strap that had bombarded it. She slumped onto her side, tears slipping from under the tight blindfold as she shook her head bitterly. She couldn't let them break her. That was the last time she ever bowed to her like that.
A loud clang let Beth know that she was in another cage, this one much larger than the first as it had fit both her and Alex in. Who had given Alex her name, her address, everything she had needed to know to do this to her? There was a sound of whimpering and dragging feet, Beth frowning as she tried to figure out what was happening.
"I thought she should see what she'd done to her friend." Stella's voice cut through the air, Beth still able to hear whimpering and soft sobs. Wait, the person who had dragged her into this mess was still here?
"I don't know who you are, I don't care who you are, I will never forgive you for this!" Beth snarled, anger swelling in her chest. How dare they cry over what they'd done to her?! It was far too late for remorse now.
"I'm sorry..."
Beth's chest clenched tightly as her stomach churned.
No.
It couldn't be.
She wouldn't.
"I'm so sorry Beth..."
"... Cleo?"
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19,561 | You're Mine Now | bluerose311 | NonConsent/Reluctance | 2012-02-23 | 2012-02-23 | 2022-01-01 15:48:50 | 1 | literotica.com | https://www.literotica.com/s/youre-mine-now | Teasing good girl gets it. | ['Asphyxiation', 'Drugs', 'Good Girl', 'Librarian', 'Tease'] | 4.15 | I took a look at myself in the mirror with pleasure. I was wearing my favorite black tank top that dipped down to display my full C cup breasts along with my short black skirt. It looked good along with my athletic build, long sexy black hair and some assertive heels to top it all off. I knew it looked like I was ready to go to the club, but the truth was I was heading to the library. I wasn't concerned with the books looking at me, but there was one librarian in particular that I WAS concerned with.
I had discovered him a couple months earlier while I had my head in a book. It takes a lot for me to pull my head out of a book but one glance up and I was hooked. He walked by with such confidence and the most gorgeous smile I had ever seen. He was quite a bit younger than me with built chest that you could clearly see through his uniformed shirt. To my delight, he was quite the flirt too. I found myself "needing a new book" a lot more often. I would go in and hang around him pretending to get a book. Which is exactly what was taking me to the library again. I knew I couldn't have him. I had only slept with 1 other guy in my life, not the sleeping around type, and he was far too young for me to be in a real relationship with. That, however, didn't stop me from fantasizing about him every night as I fingered myself to an explosive orgasm.
After I got to the library we chatted as much as we could without his supervisor getting angry as she had in the past. I had no idea how the time went so fast as the next thing I knew the lights were flashing as a warning to closing time. Saddened inside that I would have to leave him again, I took in all that I could of him. He was so sweet to the older customers but there was something about him that just screamed bad boy. Just thinking about him being such a bad boy got my pussy wet.
"Well, I guess I should go since you're boss is going to kick me out soon." I said with a teasing smile.
He flashed an amazing look at me and walked closer to me than he ever had which sent electricity through my body instantly. He bent over and whispered in my ear, "Wait outside for me, I will be out in 10." and then he walked off.
I thought my body was going to explode! He didn't even touch me, but I felt like I was going to melt all over the floor. I walked out of the library trying to conceal the intense smile that was radiating from inside me. I wanted to stay so badly, but I didn't want him to think I was a slut either. As everyone else left the library, I started getting really anxious battling to stay or go in my head. I wasn't finished with the battle when I heard a "pssst" coming from behind me.
There he was, standing in the night, so gorgeous with his brunette hair, manly build and amazing blue eyes. He had a backpack on, revealing just how young he was and it thrilled me.
"Oh, hey. Umm... I was just..." I started stammering.
"Come with me. I want to show you something." he said with a big smile and enthusiasm as he started walking away. I took a big breath and began following him with my heart racing. As if my heart didn't feel like exploding already, I noticed he was leading me to the alley behind the library. If he was anyone else, I would be gone already but I couldn't walk away from him. I knew I shouldn't but I followed him into the dark alleyway that was sandwiched between the back of the library and a row of backyards. I saw him disappear into a cove where a backyard wall dipped in for an electricity box. When I got there he was pulling a joint out of his backpack.
"What are you doing?!" I whispered loudly.
"Calm down. It's great." He said with a smile that shut me right up. He took a big hit and I just leaned back on the wall to watch him.
"Want to try?" he asked.
"No. No I don't smoke. I never did. I was an angel growing up." I said with another teasing smile.
He locked eyes with me and came over to me with the joint.
"Do it." he said as he put it up to my mouth.
"No." I kind of giggled nervously not wanting to upset him but not wanting to smoke pot either. I really was a good girl. I didn't do that kind of stuff. I had smoked pot once in my whole life and it was years ago.
He inched closer to me and put the joint on my lips. "Take a big inhale. You'll feel good."
My body was on fire with him so close to me and I didn't want it to end so I submitted to his demand. As he held it and looked into my eyes, I took a big puff. I coughed and coughed so hard.
He chuckled and said "That's a good girl. Try again."
I really didn't want to but he had a twitch of seriousness in his voice that I didn't want to push considering my position in a dark alley alone with him. I took a couple more puffs and he seemed to be pleased. We made small talk, flirting as usual in the secret cove as he finished the joint.
It wasn't long before I started feeling very funny. I felt suddenly alarmed knowing that something wasn't right. He was telling me a funny story about someone at his college when he noticed my body language change.
"What's wrong?"
"I don't know. I guess it's been a long time since I smoked pot. I don't remember ever feeling like this."
He chuckled. "Maybe you didn't have pot laced with ecstasy before."
My heart stopped. "It had WHAT?!" I asked in disbelief.
"You will feel good. You'll like it." he said coolly like he did it all the time.
"Oh my God, Oh my God. Why did you do that?" I said.
Suddenly I was very aware of police sirens getting closer and so was he. His eyes got real big and he quickly zipped up his bag. He grabbed my arm and started to head out of the cove when we saw cop lights flashing up the street.
"Shit!" he pulled me back in the cove. "Hop up" he demanded as he put his hand out for me to hop over the wall.
"Into their backyard?!" I yelled.
"Do it! I have a shit ton of drugs in this bag and you are on drugs too. Do you know how long we will be in jail if we get caught? GO!"
Without thinking I hopped over the wall into the backyard and saw him appear over the wall just as the police car turned into the alley.
I thought I was going to have a heart attack. I didn't do things like this. I was a GOOD girl. He grabbed my arm and dragged me over to a tool shed in the corner of the yard. He pushed me into the shed and got in right behind me. I found myself sandwiched between this sexy bad boy and the wall of the tool shed. The tool shed had a tiny opening that let me see numerous cops showing up in the alley and illuminated the shed slightly.
"Yep! I smell pot! They couldn't have gone far. We will find them!" I heard a cop yell.
My head was spinning with emotions. The drugs had my body tingling, the cops had my heart racing with fear and this sexy bad boy up against my back had my pussy wet. It was all just too much to handle. As I was taking it all in, trying to be as quiet as possible, I felt a hand on my bare thigh. I gasped as I realized he was brushing his hand along my thigh. I stayed silent and very still. I felt him push up against me harder and I could feel his hot breath on my neck, his hard cock through our clothes, on my ass.
"Fuck" I groaned quietly as I exhaled. "No, stop." I whispered even though I was melting inside.
His hand kneading my thigh harder as he wandered further up my skirt and his other hand came around to my exposed cleavage.
"Stop. I can't do this." I whispered even though I felt the thrill of pleasure course through my veins. As he grabbed my tit hard his other hand reached up to my hot wet thong. I realized he was going much further than just fooling around and it scared me. I tensed up and clamped my legs together. He spun me around to face him and his blazing blue eyes.
"You know you want this and you're going to get it." he rasped at me as he came closer to my mouth and then feverishly kissed me with built up passion. I wanted to fight it, but it was all too much. The sexual tension that had built up over months, the intoxicating drugs, the adrenaline, knowing even if I screamed, I would just be caught by the cops looking for us on the other side of the fence. I surrendered my body as I wrapped my arms around his neck.
His mouth traveled to my neck where he kissed and tasted me, sending chills through my body. I grabbed a handful of his hair and tried to suppress my moans. He pulled my shirt straps down revealing my tits that he grabbed with pleasure. He looked up at me as he bit down on my nipple. As he hungrily tasted my breasts, his hands went back up my skirt to my thong. He ripped my thong off me like an insatiable animal. I had to see this chest I had been staring at for so long. I grabbed his shirt and pulled it over his head revealing a chiseled, young chest begging for me to be pressed against. Reading my mind he dropped his pants and pushed himself against me. His hands slowly lifted up my skirt as he looked deep into my eyes, almost telling me that I was entirely his now. I could feel his throbbing rock hard cock by my bare wet pussy. His hand reached down and grabbed my ass cheek so hard I winced in pain. He pulled my leg up and I wrapped it around him. I felt him guide his dick up against my wet cunt and he slowly started to sink past my wet pussy lips. His hands came up underneath me and as he picked me up he slid deep into my pussy.
"Ohhhhhhhhh' I gasped at the unbelievable pleasure. I bit into his hot neck to keep myself from screaming out in ecstasy.
He let out a satisfied groan. He began pumping his hard cock inside me with such force it felt like he was in my stomach. I scratched at his back wanting more. Our quiet moaning and labored breathing filled the tool shed. So did the sound of his dick pounding into my tight soaking wet pussy. Each thrust felt better and better as I scratched at his back and moaned in his ear. "OH fuck. You feel so fucking good inside of me" I moaned into his ear. He squeezed my ass tight and intensified his thrusting.
He suddenly turned, got on his knees still holding me, cleared a space and laid me on my back. His mouth dove down to kiss me and our tongues danced with passion. He resumed fucking my tight pussy as we kissed. He slid into my soaking pussy, so deep inside of me. Moaning involuntarily escaped our mouths. He broke our kiss and whispered in my ear, "You're mine." I felt his hand come up to my neck and grab it lightly. He gave a gentle squeeze, just enough to let me know he was in charge. He licked my earlobe and then nibbled as he continued to pump his dick inside my body.
"You're going to cum for me." he whispered in my ear. "You're going to cum all over my dick while I'm pounding your little pussy." his grip on my neck tightened so slightly.
I could feel an orgasm building deep inside of me as my pussy clenched around his cock.
"You're so fucking naughty. I love your pussy." he moaned.
I grabbed two handfuls of hair and bit into his neck as I felt my body get closer and closer. He pounded into me faster and I exploded, my cunt spasming on his cock, cumming all over. "Oh fuuuuuuck!" His dick exploded as he shot his hot cum deep into my body. Our mouths connected in an intense passionate kiss.
Once we broke apart I tried to catch my breath while he pulled up his pants, still staring at me with a pleased smile on his face. I composed myself, and pulled my tank straps back up.
I was suddenly aware that there was no longer any commotion outside or the sound of police. It seemed he noticed it too as he slowly poked his head out of the tool shed. He grabbed my hand and we snuck out to the wall. He put his hand out so I could climb over the wall and then he jumped it landing us in the same cove it all started out at an hour ago. He walked me to my car in silence which made me wonder what he was thinking. Did he want nothing more to do with me? Will he say goodbye and that will be the end?
Once we reached my car he pushed me against it. "Don't forget, you're mine now.." He whispered in my ear as his hand slid up my skirt to my pussy dripping with his cum. He kissed me and I began to feel the ache in my pussy needing him to put his fingers inside instead of teasing me. He stopped kissing, and abruptly walked off to his car leaving me thirsting for more. As I got into my car I thought " Boy, tomorrow is a lovely day to get a new book....." |
19,562 | You're Mine | redheadedslave | NonConsent/Reluctance | 2010-11-19 | 2010-12-09 | 2022-01-01 15:48:48 | 2 | literotica.com | https://www.literotica.com/s/youre-mine-3 | 1. At a strip club, Elsie wins more than she bargained for. 2. Elsie finds out what she's won... and lost. | ['Anal', 'Blow Job', 'Bondage', 'Forced', 'Group Sex', 'Slave', 'Spanking', 'Strip Club'] | 3.78 | Elsie looked suspiciously at herself in the mirror. (There's no way in hell I'll win this, but I need the money so badly!) She nervously pulled down the hem of the plaid school girl skirt that was barely covering her round, perfect bum. In less than an hour, she would be walking onto the stage at the Sugar Shack's annual "Best Behind" contest. The Sugar Shack was one of her hometown's most notorious strip clubs, but it was also the richest. Every year they had a contest where they awarded $5000 to the girl with the curviest, firmest, hottest ass.
"Damn, girl!" Said a voice behind Elsie, who spun around to find herself face to face with her beautiful roommate Molly. "You look ridiculous. And by ridiculous, I mean hot as hell." She looked Elsie up and down appreciatively. It was Molly who had originally encouraged Elsie to enter the contest, when she discovered that Elsie was considering quitting school at the local community college because she couldn't afford another semester. "You've got it in the bag, sweetie" she purred, playfully swatting Elsie's firm ass cheek.
"Thanks, darlin', but I'll believe it when I see it!" Elsie responded, smirking at her friend. "Tell, me again, why aren't you competing in this stupid event?"
"Because my bum is flatter than a piece of paper!" laughed Molly. "I'm pretty sure it's starting to concave inward. But luckily," she said slyly, her hands creeping up to her perky breasts, "I have this puppies to help my case with the fellas."
Elsie laughed, turning back to the mirror to put the finishing touches on her make up before realizing she'd finished it five minutes ago. (I guess I am nervous!) She thought.
"Are you ready to go yet?" Molly asked her, glancing over at the digital alarm clock next to Elsie's bed. "Yeah, I guess there's nothing else I can do at this point.... I've either got it or I don't!" She bent over to grab her purse, taking a hair tie out of the front pocket to tie her long, thick red hair hair back out of her face with. "Hey, I know just the thing to push your look over the edge," said Molly, pulling a hair tie off her own slender wrist and walking over to Elsie. She gently pulled the girl's hair into two high pigtails. "There... nothing like a little faux innocence to really get the menfolk riled!" She said gleefully. Elsie looked into the mirror again, eyeing the swingy, girlish pigtails now surrounding her heart shaped face. The tips of the pigtails were resting right at nipple level. "I guess it can't hurt," she said.
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"I think I might be sick," said Elsie as Molly pulled up outside the Sugar Shack. "Aww, Sweetie, don't worry 'bout it!" Molly said, looking with concern at the young woman in the passenger seat. "You look so freaking gorgeous that I just know you've got this for sure. You just go in there and sway that ass like you do when you're feeling good, and no one will be able to resist you." She patted her friend's thigh lovingly. "I wish I could go in with you, but Tom called in sick last minute at work, so I have to go in. When you get nervous, just remember that 5 grand you'll have in your pocket at the end of the night!" She smiled encouragingly as Elsie hopped out of the car, her little kilt sliding dangerously high up her legs. "Good luck baby girl!" She called as Elsie slammed the car door shut and turned towards the club.
The Sugar Shack looked every bit like the seedy strip club you see when you go to the shady area of town. Thuggish looking guys were lining up to get into the venue, smoking cigarettes and waiting for the contest to start. Elsie walked past them and up to the bouncer, who eyed her leeringly but let her in without comment.
The inside of the club was packed with more creepy guys drinking and shouting over blaring pop music that seemed to be coming from a dingy stage. A small table was set up at the front entrance with a few skimpily dressed girls milling about, reading and signing forms. Elsie walked up to the table, where a small, overweight man sat. "Here for the contest?" he asked, handing her several papers and a pen. His eyes never made it higher up than her cleavage, which was bursting over top of her white button up shirt. She looked around, seeing to her dismay that the only available surface for her to write on was the table where this creepy man sat. She set the papers down on the table and bent over, painfully aware that her shirt, which was three sizes too small for her, was doing nothing to hide her 36DD breasts from this man's lustful stares.
She flipped as quickly as she could through the papers, neglecting to read through all of the contest terms and rules and instead going straight to the sheet that asked for her information and signature. She wrote down the required information, her hand shaking from nervousness and her cheeks burning in embarrassment. When she was done she silently pushed the papers back towards the man and turned to walk away, but not before catching a final leering stare.
Elsie walked shakily up to the bar and ordered double shot of whiskey to steel her nerves. The bartender waved her away when she tried to hand him the money. "Contestants get the first drink on the house," he yelled to her over the roar of the crowd. Elsie smiled in gratitude and sipped at the whiskey. It burnt it's way down her throat, making her immediately feel calmer and steadier. (I can do this!) she thought to herself. (It doesn't matter how many creeps stare at me tonight.... I'll be walking out of here 5 grand richer.)
"Is this thing on--Oh! Great! Hello, everyone, and welcome to the 3rd annual Best Behind contest at the Sugar Shack!" A trashy looking young woman was speaking into the mic on stage, looking out into the sea of horny men. "I'm Candy, your hostess for this evening. We have 10 beautiful girls here tonight, ready to fight it out for the top prize of $5000, and of course the honor of being able to call their booty the best!" The crowd whooped and whistled at this. "First up, let me introduce our knowledgeable judge, Neil Braun!" she gestured to a good looking blond man that sat on the edge of the stage, who waved at the crowd. "Neil is of course the esteemed owner of the venue we're all having such a blast in tonight!" The men whooped and clapped louder, obviously proud and jealous of the guy.
"Here's how the contest will work... Each girl will get 3 minutes to impress Neil and you guys with a dance up here on the stage. Then Neil will take a minute or two, or ten if thats what he wants--" the crowd laughed at this "-- and examine the contestant's ass, and make a few comments for you boys down in the audience. Remember to cheer on the girls you like the best, your input is very helpful to the judging process! After all of the girls have had a chance to show off, Neil will take a few minutes to tally up the final scores and then announce the winner. Are you ready for the contest to begin?" The crowd shouted and cat called in appreciation. "First up.... Tawny Wilson!"
A skinny blonde girl climbed up onto the stage to thunderous applause, wearing a very skimpy cowgirl get up. The trashy woman who had introduced her went over to a stereo at the back of the stage and turned up the volume on the music. Tawny began skillfully gyrating and dancing to the beat, turning around and bending over to show the crowd her small but pert ass.
Elsie knocked back the rest of her whiskey, turning back to the bartender to order another. She was feeling very nervous now. (How on earth will I get up there and dance in front of all these men? And have my butt judged by the owner of the club.... it's going to be so embarrassing!)
Elsie turned back towards the stage as the song came to an end and the crowd applauded for the dancing girl. Neil Braun had already stood up from his chair at the edge of the stage and was walking over to the young woman, who stood looking nervous and unsure. Elsie could see that Neil was a powerful, handsome looking man, and felt her stomach flutter.
The crowd whooped as Neil walked up behind Tawny, putting his hands firmly on her ass and feeling it, a smug grin on his face. "Hmmmm.... very nice, very nice indeed," he said, his voice smooth and low. "A bit on the small side for my taste, though. Turn around once more for the boys, honey." Tawny turned around to face Neil. "That's it.... now bend over.... farther, touch your toes, baby." The girl bent as far as she could, displaying her bum for the crowd. All that covered it was the tiny gingham thong that she was wearing underneath the short jean skirt of her costume. The crowd laughed as Neil smacked one cheek, and then the other, making them jiggle slightly. "I think thats enough for me. Thank you, Tawny, you may leave the stage." The girl stood back up, looking enormously relieved. Candy took the mic again. "Next we have Julie Dailey!"
Elsie turned back to her drink, feeling sick to her stomach. (What have I gotten myself into! This is going to be horrible) she thought, sipping at the whiskey. (I guess I'll just have a couple of these and hopefully loosen up... )
Elsie sat at the bar, watching girl after girl dance and receive judgement on the stage. Sometimes Neil would have them bend over, like Tawny had, or make them prance around the stage, or shake their ass for the crowd. He even forced one very unlucky girl with a gorgeous, bouncy ass to give him a lap dance while the crowd jeered at her.
Finally, after her fourth whiskey of the night, Elsie heard her name called. "Last but hopefully not least, we have Elsie Lane!" announced Candy. Elsie downed the last of her whiskey, tipsily making her way towards the stage. She caught Neil's eye as she unsteadily climbed the staircase onto the stage. He smiled encouragingly at her, making her feel a bit calmer. (Maybe he's really a nice guy... he is pretty cute too!)
The music Elsie had picked came on, and she immediately felt more in control. (I can do this.... I love this song, this is my night, my stage!) She began dancing her heart out, displaying herself for the lusty, drunken men in the crowd and the powerful man sitting on the stage behind her. She shook her ass harder than she ever had before, and then men cheered her on loudly. (They sound like they like me! I think they're cheering louder than they were for the other girls...) She pushed the thought out of her mind, trying to focus on dancing. As the song ended, she slid down to her hands and knees, crawling around on the stage for her finale. The crowd erupted into deafening applause.
She started to get up from the floor as Neil walked over for the judging. "No, thats quite alright, sweetie.... stay there on the floor." The crowd laughed and cheered, and Elsie stayed on all fours, her ass jutting out from beneath her little plaid kilt.
"Now this may be what I think of as a perfect ass," Neil began, leaning down to push the skirt up around Elsie's hips. "Firm and round, bouncy, perfect, baby soft skin..." He took the edges of her simple white panties and pushed them up into her ass crack, making it into a thong. He slapped her ass cheek, hard enough that she gasped. "And see that redness that rises up after a good little slap? I don't know about you fellas, but that always makes me want to slap harder." The men cheered and laughed at this, and Elsie's heart sped up a bit. She could feel Neil's strong, rough hand gently rubbing the spot where he had just slapped her. "Mmmmm yes.... very nice. You can go now, Miss Lane."
Neil grabbed Elsie's hand and helped her up from the ground. She started to walk away, but realized Neil was still holding her hand. "On second thought.... I think I might need to see if I can make that ass a bit redder." The crowd roared as Elsie's stomach lurched. She looked over at Neil, who was giving her an intensely evil, sexual stare. He quickly went and grabbed his chair, pulling it into the middle of the stage. "Come here, Miss Lane.... I've heard you were a very bad girl in class today." Elsie walked slowly over to him, her mind racing. "That's it.... over my knee, yes, just like that.... just ignore that hard thing poking into your stomach, sweetheart." She settled herself over his lap, her face red hot.
Neil uncovered the girl's bum once more. "Good, you didn't remove the wedgie I gave you," he said mirthfully. "I think it needs to be a bit farther in, though." He grabbed the top of her panties and pulled hard, making the silky white material disappear into her ass crack. Elsie gasped from the pain. "Mmmm yes... such a sexy, curvy ass...."
Smack! The first hit was so hard it was audible in the room. "Oh!" Elsie cried out, in surprise and pain. She had no time to recover from the first one before a second slap landed on her ass. The crowd began chanting, "HARDER! HARDER!" and Neil obliged, slapping the poor girl's ass with more and more power. While his right hand was busy spanking her poor ass, his left hand snaked up to her head, grabbing her pigtails and holding them firmly.
After she had endured fifteen slaps, Neil stopped. "Alright, Miss Lane, I think that might be enough. Your ass is quite red, and I think you've learned your lesson, haven't you? Hmmm?" Elsie looked over her shoulder at him and nodded. "Good. Now you can go." Elsie clumsily got up off of his lap and fled the stage, as the crowd continued to cheer.
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19,563 | You're Mine | geminifucktoy | NonConsent/Reluctance | 2021-06-03 | 2021-06-05 | 2022-01-01 15:48:56 | 3 | literotica.com | https://www.literotica.com/s/youre-mine-pt-01 | 1. 18 y/o girl working alone at night gets what she deserves. 2. 18 y/o Amanda is taken by a familiar face... 3. 18 y/o Amanda gives in - and gets rewarded. | ['18 Year Old', 'Consensual Nonconsent', 'Forced Sex', 'Impregnation', 'Kidnap', 'Older Man', 'Public', 'Stalker', 'Taboo', 'Teen'] | 4.4 | 18 y/o girl working alone at night gets what she deserves.
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Work was exhausting as usual, but soon enough I was closing up the store, and waving the owner goodbye as I finished cleaning up. I only had to clean up and check the back room one last time before I could leave and lock up. It was well after eleven, and my car was the only one in the lot outside, the street lights outside being the only source of light at this hour. The small coffee shop was silent aside from my shuffling feet.
I slipped off my shoes, grabbing the broom and sweeping while I hummed absently. I was cold in my small shorts and t-shirt, but I just tried to hurry through my last chores so I could get home and into a nice, hot bath.
I froze as I heard a noise near the door.
I watched, holding my breath as I looked around and waited until I was sure there was nothing near the doors or windows of the shop before I cautiously finished sweeping. I felt weird - there was something about the silence that had chills running down my spine. I've never felt this... paranoid before, like someone was watching me.
I try to shake it off and focus back on half-assing my last duties, telling myself I'd come in early tomorrow to finish cleaning properly.
It's not until I'm in the back room, gathering my things and preparing to leave that I hear another noise.
This time it's nearby, and it almost sounds like a lock clicking.
I barely have time to close the door of the backroom as quietly as possible before I hear footsteps in the shop. I tiptoe around and wind up hiding behind a rack of shelves, decently hidden from view. I can feel sweat starting to build on my neck, my heart racing in my chest as I hold my breath. The steps abruptly stop in front of the door just feet away from me and I clench my eyes shut.
The door doesn't open. But the stranger doesn't move away, either. I hold my breath until I can't, my whole body tensed and frozen in fear.
A long moment passes in total silence.
I peek my eyes open and decide to lean around the shelves I'm stuck behind to see if the shadow of the stranger is still visible under the door, and I immediately notice the movement of the door knob. There's no sound, but I can see the knob turning bit by bit.
Whoever that is, they know I'm here.
I lean back to fully conceal myself again and all I can do is keep my breathing slow and start praying that my death isn't behind that door.
In all my time working at this shop, I've never dealt with anything like this. I've had a few people attempt to rob the store late at night but we never keep cash around once it gets dark and they never get much. More importantly, I've never been alone.
I have to clench my throat closed to keep from sobbing out in fear as the door slowly, so slowly, cracks open and the light from outside pours in.
I can hear my blood rushing behind my ears and I can feel my pulse jumping under my skin and I fear I'll pass out before this intruder can even make their next move.
Turns out I didn't have to wait long. They're much quicker about slipping inside and closing the door again. I can feel a tear falling as I try to stop my breathing in case they somehow didn't know I was here.
They shuffle around slowly, lifting things and putting them down, and I start to think maybe they don't know I'm here. I hear keys jingle as the person grabs my jacket, digging through the pockets and pulling out my belongings.
"Amanda... I can't wait to see you again," I hear the strangers' deep, soft voice whisper into the dark room. I can't help but feel like the voice was familiar but I couldn't put a face to the voice. I certainly didn't think it was anyone I knew.
I can feel more tears pouring over as I squeeze my eyes shut and cover my mouth to keep the sobs in. I don't know who this man is, and I don't want to think about what he wants from me.
I don't hear him move again for a bit. I try to calm myself down to slow my breathing and think of a way out of this, but I know there's no way out until this man leaves.
I'm glad I left my shoes near the register, but I wish I'd worn different clothes, as the cold air in the room was raising goosebumps along my skin, and my sensitive nipples were pressing into my arms as I tried to cover myself and keep it together.
I hear heavy breathing pick up, and I can almost make out movement now that my eyes are adjusted in the dark. There's just enough light from under the door to make out the man's legs and something moving at his hip level. I hear a quiet groan and he begins whispering.
"God, once I get my hands on you I'm going to fucking ruin you. You'll never look at another man again once you feel my cock." I almost gasp aloud as I start to realize the movement is his hand stroking his cock, my jacket still in his hands. He groans louder this time, and starts to get bolder.
"Gunna make you my little toy, you'll be such a good little rape slut," he moans even louder, breath picking up, "I can't wait to fuck that little cunt, Amanda."
More tears continue to stream down my cheeks as he speaks. But it's not just fear anymore - I can feel my nipples brushing through my thin shirt and flimsy lace bralette. My pussy is beginning to warm, and I fucking hate that I know I'm getting wet. The hardest I've ever cum was to a fantasy of being raped in a dirty alley at night by an older man; and here I am, stuck in a back room with some creepy fucker whispering my name and jacking off into my coat.
"God I can smell you, baby," The man groans loudly, suddenly dropping my coat to the floor and moving around quickly. I can hear the wet strokes of his cock, so I know he's still touching himself as he steps around the room. I shrink back against the wall, covering my chest and ignoring the shudder as I brush my nipples again.
He inches closer to me, and I can see the outline of the side of his face as he moves closer and closer. I can feel his warmth before me when he finally stops. "I've been waiting for you so long, baby."
Before I can process his words, I feel hands grabbing me, shooting forward blindly and gripping my arms as he violently yanks me into his chest.
"Oh baby," He moans loudly and presses his mouth against my ear, licking and biting along my neck and face, "If you're a good girl for me, I won't hurt you. If you want to fight, I'll make sure you're bloody by the time I drag you out of here."
I choke, finally letting out a sob and nodding. I let my arms go limp at my sides instead of fighting, now fearing for my life if I were to struggle. His firm hands are burning hot against my cold skin, running over my back and ass, gripping my hips harshly and pressing himself against me. I can feel his heavy cock where it's still hanging out between us, and even through my clothes I can tell it's thick and huge.
I let out a whine, desperately hoping I can cooperate my way through this relatively unharmed.
His hands run up my body to squeeze my breasts, pinching my nipples and forcing a moan from me. I squeeze my eyes closed again, feeling him humping against my hips so his cock grinds right against my pussy is getting me wet even through my fear. His hands are working my chest, slapping my tits and squeezing harshly. He sucks marks into my neck, biting down on the skin and licking along my jaw. In the quiet, dark room, the heat builds between us and I can't deny the pulsing heat building between my legs.
I know I'm letting out little moans, but I let it happen. I tell myself to worry once I'm free from this psycho - no one can know if I let him have his way, no one will know if I don't fight it.
"I'm going to fuck you so good, you'll be begging me to rape you over and over again." He growls into my ear, thrusting his hips against me and painfully pulling my shirt off and tossing it. He doesn't hesitate for a second before he's yanking my shorts and panties down and pulling my legs up one at a time to roughly pull them off.
I whimper, not being able to see his movements in the dark but feeling exposed nonetheless.
With no warning, he suddenly tangles his hand in my long hair and grips tightly. I groan in pain but try to remain quiet as he tugs.
"Be a good girl. I wanna see your face when you cum on my cock." He growls out, leading me with his grip in my hair.
I'm momentarily blinded by the light when he whips the door open, leading me out into the shop. I hear the jingling of keys behind me, and I'm mortified when he leads me to the door. There's no one around, but my naked body would be easily seen by anyone passing by the shop.
He yanks me to a stop, pressing against my back and wrapping his free hand around my throat.
"If you scream, or try to run, I will fucking kill you." He breathes, "But if you're good and listen to daddy, you'll be pampered like an angel." He strokes my cheek, lips gently kissing my neck before he's shoving me forward again.
I'm in shock as he locks the door of the shop, and my body is instantly enveloped by the freezing air. My nipples pebble outward and my muscles tense as I shiver. Instead of forcing me in his car or something, he drags me to the car parked next to my own and throws me over the hood. The metal is ice cold, and I almost start crying again before he presses himself against me again.
He grinds against my ass, almost humping me from behind, and groans in my neck. "You're gunna make such a good little rape toy, Amanda."
An embarrassingly loud moan rips from my lips as he pulls his cock out again and rubs the head against my pussy lips. Despite the cold, I can feel myself almost dripping as he rubs against my entrance. I can hear the cars driving in the distance, but none come close to the side road in view from the shop lot.
"If you cum on my cock, I'm going to fill your pussy with my cum. I'll breed you like a proper bitch." He laughed as he violently thrust into my cunt with no warning, his thick cock stretching me more than I've ever been and leaving me doubled over his car in pain.
Thankfully, when he nearly bottomed out he stayed rooted in place, cock pressing hard against my cervix.
"I can't even get my whole cock in you, fuck," he presses his whole front against my back as he began to move slowly in and out.
I bite my lip as he begins thrusting, slow and steady at first. I know I should be fighting it, I should be kicking and screaming, but I was so fucking wet and and his cock felt unbelievable inside me. He was so thick that it was difficult for him to move at first, but I was so wet that once he picked up the pace it was slick and easy.
One of his hands came around to play with my tits, squeezing and pinching my nipples, smacking my chest around. I was looking around wildly while this man raped me, hoping someone would come find me. At the same time, I knew if someone walked up at that moment, I wouldn't even ask for help.
I felt lost in the feeling of this thick, heavy cock fucking me, his deep voice growling in my ear the whole time. He started fucking me at an even more brutal pace, knocking the breath out of me and pushing my hips so hard I was sure I'd been bruised where I was pressed to the car.
"Look at you, moaning like a whore while I rape you where anyone can see."
I whimper beneath him and I shut my eyes and try to control my body, but I can't seem to pull myself together. My hips are fighting to meet my attacker's thrusts, and I jerk when my nipples brush the metal of the car every so often.
I feel lost, almost drunk on this adrenaline fueled electricity coursing through me. All I can think about is this man's voice in my ear, telling me what I really am while he forces himself into me, and nothing has ever felt more right.
"Keep being such a good slut like this and I'll have to take you home with me," He growls, voice raspy as he breathes heavily, his thrusts only getting more brutal as he gets closer to cumming. "Tie you up and make you my bitch."
I can feel myself nodding before I hear my own voice, like my own body is going against my will and I can't even stop it.
"Yes!" I moan out, voice rough through my dry throat. His response is a few hard, stinging smacks to my ass and the deepest, hardest thrusts he's given me so far that have me groaning in pain.
"You want to be my little rape slut? Wanna be my cock slave, is that it?" He bites down on my neck just below where he growls his words into my ear.
"Yes - yes, please, fuck," There are tears pouring down my face now, so close to the edge but still needing more.
"If you cum on my cock, I'm taking you home and chaining you up, and you'll be turned into the perfect fucking cock slave rape-toy," His voice was breathy, a low growl mixed with the heavy breathing and punctuated with moans as he railed my cunt mercilessly, "I'll rape you every fucking day, until you need my cock like you need air to live."
With his words, I could feel a wave of the most intense, burning heat I've ever felt wash over me. My vision went black for several seconds as my entire body tensed, and I could feel my throat burn as I nearly screamed with the force of the orgasm ripping through me. I could feel wetness covering my thighs, not realizing I'd squirted over my rapist's cock at first. Seconds after I let go, his cock rammed deeper than ever, the pain nearing excruciating for just a few seconds. I was floating in a drunken haze, my body tense as I took his cum in my pussy, feeling the heat building inside me where he released. I could hear him groaning loudly in my ear, his upper body bent to drape over my back and push into me as he rode out his orgasm, but I couldn't make out what he was saying as my mind drifted.
"You were made just for me, my perfect soulmate." He says, voice almost soft despite his cock still pulsing inside me, "And you'll make the perfect slave."
I whine a bit, trying to find my voice, but I can't. I don't know if it's because I'm too weak after this attack, or because my mind is still so lost in the crazed fuck-haze, but I can't find it in myself to resist anything anymore. He slowly pulls out, but his fingers immediately replace his cock to push his cum in and out of my hole for a bit.
After playing with me, he grips me under my arms to forcefully pull me back, standing me up and dragging me to the side of the car, before quickly opening the door and helping me in. He makes sure my limbs are all in the car before slamming the door shut and jumping into the driver's seat.
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19,564 | You're Not In The House Alone | redhotandready | NonConsent/Reluctance | 2002-01-20 | 2002-01-20 | 2022-01-01 15:48:58 | 1 | literotica.com | https://www.literotica.com/s/youre-not-in-the-house-alone | Redhead gets a surprise after work. | ['Angel Felt', 'Angel Told', 'Feel Finger', 'Fully Mouth', 'Making Angel', 'Man Moved', 'Massaging Clit', 'Mouth Angel', 'Slip Inside', 'Still Moment'] | 4.21 | It was late when Angel stumbled in her front door from a long night at work. Of course she had stopped to smoke a joint with Christine a good friend she worked with and that took a good hour, but she was glad to be home. It had been a long day with the stress of shift bid and her fellow employees had been pretty somber through the day, and the customers seemed to all be irate. Angel took off her coat and boots then moved in front of the hallway mirror to get a look at herself, she stared for a minute. She was a good looking girl standing about 5"8" and most of it was leg, her red hair hung down almost to her ass and she had green eyes that men loved to stare into. She lived alone, except for a loving black lab named trouble. It was at this point Angel had the feeling of something wrong wash over her. Where was Trouble? "She always meets me at the door" she whispered.
Angel was still for a moment trying to think. "Trouble" she called, at first quietly and then again a little louder. The stupid bitch probably got herself locked in the bathroom again she thought to herself and with that she moved into the living oom and started for the back of the house towards the bathroom. As she entered the kitchen Angel felt the hair go up on the back of her neck with an incredible feeling that she wasn't alone, and it was not a dog she was sensing. Suddenly she heard something in the bedroom and just as she turned to see what it was someone grabbed her from behind with a hand over her mouth and something pointy at her back.
"You are going to be real quiet for me and my friend aren't you?" he whispered in her ear, but there was no question in the tone he used. The tall redhead nodded her head in agreement and went slightly limp in the strangers arms and found herself being pushed towards the bedroom where she had heard the noise. As she was pushed through the door someone in front of her in the dark propelled her onto the bed and she landed in a sitting position staring at a fairly tall man with an average build and a belaclava over his face. The other guy entered the room and she could see he was about the same height as the first one but thinner and wearing the same mask over his but she couldn't see any more than that because the lights were still out in the bedroom with only the light down the hallway to shed some light in the room. The one closest to the door flicked the switch and the room flooded with light, and Angel watched both men approach the bed.
Tears ran down Angels face for she knew what these men wanted and there was nothing she could do but accept her fate and cooperate so that she made it through the night hopefully unscarred and alive. "Take off your clothes bitch" the bigger of the two men ordered. Angel slowly removed her blouse and skirt without looking at the men, she was left with only her black lace bra which showed off her cleavage quite nicely and her black thong underwear. The other man smiled and said " you can get rid of the underwear to slut" then he leaned forward and whispered "you won't be needing them for the rest of the night". With shaking hands she slide the black material down her thighs and then the rest of the way off as the two men watched smiling.
"Lie down and spread your legs wide open for us baby, we both want a taste of that" one of them murmured and Angel did as she was told spreading her legs wide so they had full access to her shaved pink pussy. she felt someone climb on the bed and move between her legs, then a finger slid between her pussy lips to gently spread the lips of her pussy, "Oh god nooooo" she whispered, but it fell on deaf ears and she felt the mans warm wet tongue slip inside her massaging her clit. Angel felt a shiver run up her spine as The mans tongue made slow gentle circles around her clit and then would flick it lightly making her squirm, she felt his tongue snake inside her hole and move around inside her and she tried to move away but he was to strong and pinned her to the spot. "You are going to cum for us slut, in fact I think I'll let my buddy here finish u off with his tongue while I give u something else to do."
The man was on his knees between Angels legs unzipping his pants and releasing his huge stiff cock, watching the fear in her eyes as she realized what he wanted. He took his pants the rest of the way off and straddled Angels chest so that his cock was right there for her to have access to with her mouth and she felt his hand on the back of her head forcing her forward "lick me" he growled in excitement. She stroked his cock gently as she was told to do and she could feel him get harder with each stroke, he made her lick his balls and kiss the tip then he rubbed the head on her lips covering them in precum lubricating them so he could push himself between her lips and fully into her mouth. She could feel her legs being forced farther apart and a tongue slid inside her applying pressure to her clit and she tried to cry out but only a muffled sound escaped around the large cock that was pumping away at her mouth.
Angel fought off the orgasm that was building up inside her from the strangers tongue but it wasn't any use, and her whole body felt like it was exploding and her cum squirted into the guys mouth. She couldn't swallow and her saliva was filling her mouth making her mouth more wet and pleasurable to the cock that was abusing her mouth, she found herself using her tongue to stroke the throbbing cock that was sliding back and forth inside her mouth, she heard the stranger moan when her mouth squeezed around his cock as she orgasmed for the one licking and massaging her clit, then his hot salty cum began to fill her mouth. Angel tried to pull her head away but the man pinned her there with his legs holding himself deep in her mouth forcing her to swallow all of it " keep sucking baby, I am far from done yet" he moaned and then he added "mmmmmmm, your mouth feels so good I bet u can get me hard again in an instinct." He began to move his hips back and forth again, and her eyes widened as she felt his cock start to grow hard again in her mouth.
Once he was hard he pulled out of her mouth and ordered the leggy redhead to get up on her hands knees at the end of the bed facing the floor, Angel did as she was told not only out of fear but also because oddly enough this was not all that unpleasant in fact it was exciting. She could feel her own cum running down the inside of her thighs as her legs were pushed apart, opening her pussy wide open, then she felt a tongue start at her asshole and run down her crack making a slow steady trail to her clit. Angels body trembled at the wet soft feeling between her legs caressing her clit gently and a small moan slipped past her lips as the man inserted a finger into her pussy and started fucking her as he licked her.
The other man moved in front of her holding his big cock in his hand "Oh baby, I want you to give me a tongue bath and then suck me real good as I fuck your face" he said this as his other hand entangled in her hair and pulled her face towards his cock. "Come on slut, lick me all over down there" he growled, Angel closed her eyes and started stroking his balls all over with her tongue, then she took one of his balls fully in her mouth and sucked on it gently. "Oh fuck bitch, ya I like that don't stop" he moaned, so she turned her attention to the other one and then moved up along the shaft making long wet strokes with her tongue working her way up to the head. His cock got harder and harder as she got closer to the tip of it, she reached the head and licked it all over and made little circles with her tongue tasting his precum. Suddenly she slid his cock in her mouth and she felt him jump and heard him suck in his breath as she began sucking on him.
Angel could feel her body almost ready to explode again from the licking she was getting when the man stopped, she tried to beg him not to but couldn't because the one fucking her mouth held her head with his cock deep inside her mouth. The guy behind her was now on his knees and she could feel him rubbing the head of his cock on her clit, she shook her head and tried to pull away but he grabbed her hips and held her there while he played some more, the redhead shivered as the man forced the head of his cock inside her then pushed hard so that he could bury himself deep inside her right up to his balls. The movement of her head and the vibration of her moan around the strangers cock made him cry out as his cum shot into her mouth, he pulled out shooting the rest all over her face then pushed back in to pump some more in her mouth.
The huge cock inside Angel was throbbing, and because the mans cock was so big, the feeling drove her into another orgasm making her legs shake. He started moving slow at first but then he groaned and moved faster and harder making Angel cry out as her body orgasmed again. "Fuck me, she likes it friend" she heard one of them say, then they both pulled out to stand there and watch her squirm on the bed, then the slimmer of the two whispered to his friend "want to make a redhead sandwich?" the heavier of the strangers laid down on the bed and told her to straddle him and push his huge cock inside her, as she did this the other man moved behind her and she could feel his finger play with her ass.
The stranger used Angels own juices to lubricate her asshole and then she could feel his finger slip inside her ass and move in and out fucking her, then he slid in another one in fucking her now with two fingers, and at the same time she could feel the huge cock inside her pussy still and throbbing waiting for his friend to push inside the redheads tight virgin ass so they could fuck her at the same time. Angel screamed when the man pulled his fingers out and replaced them with the head of his cock, pushing in slowly making her body get used to his size, inch by inch he pushed in deeper until he filled her ass with his hard cock. He was all the way in and both men were still for a moment.
The man who was in her ass began pumping slowly forcing her movements on the other man inside her cunt, they both starting pumping faster making Angel's body climb to an orgasm like she had never felt before, both men were suddenly still and she could feel their cocks pulsating inside her and then she felt their hot cum shooting inside her and they started pumping again pushing her over the edge and she came hard, her cum gushing and leaking out around the huge cock that filled her. "Oh God" she moaned in pleasure, both men pulled out of her and they began getting dressed while they watched Angel trembling on the bed. "You were a good fuck baby" one said as he zipped up his pants, and the other added "And I somehow don't think you'll mind if we come back sometime for another visit?" Angel hung her head and nodded knowing that she would. |
19,565 | You're Ours, Handsome | ZexWizzard | NonConsent/Reluctance | 2014-02-15 | 2014-02-15 | 2022-01-01 15:48:59 | 1 | literotica.com | https://www.literotica.com/s/youre-ours-handsome | Taken captive by two bisexuals, and one lesbian. | ['Bisexual', 'Forced Intercourse', 'Forced Sex', 'Forced To Enjoy', 'Foursome', 'Handsome', 'Made Captive', 'Restrained', 'Sexual Captive', 'Taken Captive', 'Threesome', "You'Re Ours"] | 4.08 | Jared awoke in a bit of a start.
"Don't move, you big lug," he heard a female voice say from the total darkness that filled the room.
"Is he awake already?" asked another voice even more feminine, younger and sounding a little anxious.
"Yes," came the answer from the first voice.
"That was close," said the second voice, "you must not have given Terra enough. Go ahead and light the candles."
"I gave her the usual dosage," replied the first voice.
Then he heard what sounded like the creak of a chair, as if someone had stood up from sitting.
The last thing Jared remembered was having a drink with his date whom he had met just two days before. Her name had been Terra. They had come back to his house after having a romantic dinner. She had opted to watch a DVD in the comfort of his home instead of going to the theater to see a movie. He just thought of himself as having gotten lucky.
Right now he didn't feel lucky.
He tested the restraints against his wrists and ankles and found them secure. He wasn't spread eagle, as he could tell his ankles were tied just slightly apart, and secured to each other from each side farther down. As far as he could tell, he was tied to a bed. Where, he didn't have a clue.
The flick of a lighter and the glow of a candle having been lit revealed that he was in his own bedroom tied to his own bed, naked as the day he was born and there were three other figures in the room.
As the light from the candles grew, several being lit one after the other scattered throughout the bedroom, he realized that one of the voices belonging to the beautiful Terra. The other two women were just as gorgeous if not more so, both dressed as though they had just returned from an evening out in which they were intent on impressing a date. Any man would consider himself lucky to have the company of either one of them also. But right now, he didn't feel so lucky.
"What the hell is going on?" he asked.
"All in good time sweetheart," answered Terra.
"But I can get started on him, right?" said the smallest and what looked like the youngest of the three, directing her question to the dominate female of the group, "You said I could, you promised."
"Get started on me how, for what?" demanded Jared.
Terra's partner stepped forward to the side of the bed and folded her arms across her ample cleavage. The front of her dress dipped so low Jared surmised that her nipples were just barely covered.
"Mr. Barkley," she began, "and you have no way of knowing I am being sincere, but I assure you I am. You are in no danger... any immediate danger or directly that is. As long as you cooperate and do exactly as you are told, and I do mean exactly, we will not harm you in any way. Tess here," gesturing toward the youngest, "is going to... well, familiarize herself with your physique. Examine your body, as it were."
"For what purpose?" he asked.
"Well, for her own purpose really," she answered, "If she wants any actions taken by you she will tell you. Simply put, anything she tells you to do, you will. Otherwise, you will do nothing. And by any chance at all you have an idea of injuring her, believe me, you will regret it, assuredly and permanently. Now, is that clear?"
"What do you three ladies want?" he demanded.
"I asked you if you understood," she repeated.
"Yes damn it, I understand, now what the hell do you want?"
"I just told you what we want," she replied. "For you to do exactly as you are told, for the duration of the time we tell you. It really is that simple. Cooperate, and you will not be harmed."
Terra stepped up behind Tess and unzipped the back of her short, skin tight dress down to her buttocks. Tess did not remove it, but let it hang about her body allowing generous portions of herself to be viewed, but not all.
One shoulder strap fell down onto her upper arm as she crawled over onto the bed beside Jared and came to rest on her knees. Right then it became clear to him she was not concerned with any part of her body becoming exposed, as one breast gently sprung passed her dress and she made no attempt to retrieve it. She simply smiled at him with one firm boob bobbing and jiggling in the air as she reached and took his half erect cock in her hand, which she promptly began to stroke. As if in gratitude, it just as promptly began to respond.
"I think this thing is going to get huge Lara," she said. "Terra may have hit the jackpot with this one."
"You mean... you three have done this before?" asked Jared, "What are you going to do with me?"
"For the third time Mr. Barkley, anything we want," answered Tess. "Mostly, everything that every man normally would love for every beautiful woman to do to him except you will have no say in what, when, how, how often or how many times. Or for how long for that matter."
"What?" said Jared, not being able to believe his ears.
"In a nutshell Mr. Barkley, until further notice," said Terra, "your handsome, pussy fucking ass is ours. You brought me back to your apartment for the purpose of having intercourse. Well, believe you me, you are going to get your wish, one could say in overdose I might add."
Then, Tess turned her attention back to his near fully erect penis that she had not stopped caressing up and down its length.
"Look at it Lara," she said, "and it's still growing. It 'is' going to be huge."
She leaned over and took the knob between her lips and licked the tip with her tongue, removing the first bit of pre-cum from its end.
"Mmm," she moaned, then mumbled with the head of his dick still in her mouth, "Thus us gnoing do mbe sooo goond."
Pulling him farther into her mouth, she began licking and bobbing up and down on the tip of his shaft, slowly taking more and more of it into her mouth as she seemed to excite herself in the doing of it. With every passing second she inched her way down his rod till the head of it was throbbing at the entrance of her throat.
Jared's brain was desperately trying to force his cock not to respond, but to no avail. It was well on its way to rock solid whether he liked it or not.
The odd thing was, he wasn't actually aroused. He was, and this was also hard for his mind to comprehend, an unwilling participant to the oral sex that was being performed on him.
He wasn't into bondage and was repulsed by any act that included any one person forcing themselves onto another. But beyond that his shaft seemed to have a mind of its own and just kept reaching skyward until it stood at its full length of over eight and half inches.
Then thinking twice about it, he guessed it wasn't his dicks fault, having a young beautiful woman's lips wrapped around it, and more than half down its length at that.
Tess could tell that the thing in her mouth and hands was turning out even more massive than she had anticipated, so she pulled back to survey the breadth and height of his tower.
"Ohh, Lara," she said, "Look at it. That's going to feel so good when it fills me up. I've never had one that big to start. And it's so thick too. He's going to end up gigantic."
She returned to thrusting her lips as far down his shaft as she could as the crown of his dick began exploring the back of her throat. Then relaxing her muscles, she allowed it to begin the trek past its entrance.
In spite of himself, Jared groaned involuntarily as her tongue washed back and forth across the underside of his cock and her lips caressed as far down toward his pelvis as possible.
But oddly, he still felt no genuine arousal. Only the sensations that came with the act itself, minus the building of the twinges that normally foreshadow ones impending orgasm.
"Mmm," she said as she released the grip and hold she had on his shaft, and the knob popped out of her mouth. "I can't wait to enjoy every part of him."
Hurriedly, she shook her dress free from her body and let it fall to her knees onto the bed. Standing, she stepped out of it, but without removing her high heels. Stepping over his body she straddled his chest and lowered her now sopping cunt to his face.
"Now, remember what I said Love," Lara said to Jared.
"Yeah, remember what she said prick," repeated Tess, grabbing a handful of his hair and giving it just a gentle pull, "and eat me out. Eat my pussy prick."
"Now wait a..." Jared began.
But he was cut off as Tess pulled the handful of hair she held from the top of his head and forced her wet pussy down into his face, and maneuvered his mouth onto her slit as it opened to receive him.
"Ah, yeah," she moaned, "that feels so good. Oh yeah, eat it baby. Stick that tongue up my cunt. Slobber all over it for me. Oh yeah."
Tess began to ride his face as he unwillingly and without any enthusiasm began to lick and tongue her cunt while she continued to roll his face between her legs with his hair tangled in her fingers. As her pussy continued flowing with her juices, adding to the wet of Jared's mouth, she began to hunch onto his face working herself into a mild frenzy.
"Oh yeah, eat that pussy. You know you want to, you know you want it. And DAMN, you know how to too, don't you. AH, Yeah, you're good at it. You love it don't you. AH, AH, yeah, fuck that cunt with your tongue prick. Eat that pussy."
Tess rode his face with such force, she made it difficult for him to keep his bearings on the location of his tongue on and in her twat. Then he accidentally grazed her clit, and a jolt went through her, simulating a surge of electricity.
"Eek," she squealed, "Ahhh... (gasp)... Oh yeah, shit, you found my clit. What a good little prick you are. Nibble it, Oh... (gasp)... OH YEAH, that's it, good boy," she said as she drove her pussy even harder down onto his mouth.
Jared moved his lips to cover the area in question and sucked her little nub passed them, then raked his tongue up and down on it as he continued to suck.
"Oh, yeah. Oh, yeah. Ooohh, baby, suck that thing, you got it now, Oh, Oh... (gasp)... yes, suck it."
Her gyrations then centered on him concentrating on massaging her clitoris, as she slowed the movements of her body so as to give him full access to that one duty. She had let go of his hair and had placed both hands on the head board of the bed, holding herself almost steady so that he could do her clit without any obstacles to hinder his progress.
"Oh, yeah, baby... (gasp)... Oh, yeah. Suck it, suck it... (GASP)... suck it..." she said as she gently humped his face. Then with one last thrust of her hips onto his sucking lips, she splashed a spray of feminine juices all over his waiting mouth. "FUCK, FUCK... (GASP)... Oh... (GASP)... YES, YES, Damn it, it's about fucking time. Ooooo."
Spasms taking control of her body, she began to quiver in full orgasm, jerking her hips twice more into his face, her buttocks squeezing together as every muscle in her body tensed in climax.
After she let the last of the sensations fade, she eased her pelvis slowly down his front to just below his stomach, and her naked body collapsed onto his chest. With her breathing deep and heavy, she kissed his neck working her way to his face where she devoured his lips with a deep kiss. "Mmm,"
Looking on, as she took a step forward, Terra said, "Damn, that was so fucking hot. I think I'll..."
"You will not," interrupted Lara. "We stick to the plan, as always."
Tess broke her kiss to lay her head on his shoulder, presumably to catch her breath. Jared took that opportunity to ask, "What plan?"
Lara removed her dress letting it drop in a pile on the floor as Terra removed hers as well but threw it across the room to let it fall behind the bed.
Lara then grabbed the armless chair she had brought from Jared's kitchen and drug it up to beside the bed. Turning the back to him, she straddled it leaving her pussy in full view through the large opening in the back.
"The plan, yes," she said, "This would be about the time in our schedule to explain everything to you, so that there will be no misunderstandings about any one thing whatsoever. Are you ready to hear me out?"
"I suppose," he said, "since I am what you would call a captive audience."
"And to top it off, he's got a sense of humor too," replied Terra, then added, "I like him."
"You can like him later," said Lara, "Right now, explain it to him."
"Mr. Barkley," Terra began, "First, the names we are using are not our own. They are nicknames or aliases, if you will. They are only known to us, and we use them only for this purpose."
"And what purpose is that?" asked Jared, looking over his chest towards Tess.
"To have our way with the man of our choosing," she said simply, "We find it... shall we say, stimulating."
"You drugged me last night," he stated.
"This night, actually," she corrected him, "only about an hour and a half ago. Why you awoke earlier than expected Lara will have to determine later. You see, she is a researcher in biochemistry. Over the years she has independently discovered a few natural substances and found through the study of them that they have several interesting effects on the human body. Most of those results were mild and slight, and in some cases hardly noticeable. But through diligence she was able to enhance the properties of three of these substances, and has been successful in developing them into very useful tools. As a result, due to the ability of the resulting compounds developed through her research, study and the testing of them on subjects such as yourself," she finished in a mock pout, "I am afraid we were seduced into the use of them for our own private obsessions."
"And what obsessions would that include?" ask Jared.
"They all boil down to only one actually," Terra answered. "To fuck you blind."
"Not literally of course," added Lara. Taking a large breath, and having begun to finger her own pussy she added, "She's merely using a figure of speech. We simply take turns having our way with the subject of our own choosing, in this case, you. Sometimes sharing, and for whatever length of time amuses us. Then we will put you back to sleep and leave."
"How can you do this," he asked, "without any conscience?"
"Oh, it all started out quite innocently at first, I assure you," she said, slipping her finger fully into her cunt, "I procured a date with a gentleman several years ago and let him take me home to his apartment, having no intentions of letting him have his way with me, for reasons you will soon understand. I had combined two of my serums to see if the second would work under the influence of the first. As it turned out, it worked better when combined with the other. Later I found out why, but that is unimportant right now. Suffice to say, when I rendered him unconscious, the second serum was designed to maintain an erection on the test subject throughout the duration of his state of unconsciousness. It did so. Later I repeated the procedure on another subject to show the effects to my... associates. Tess got curious, and I saw no harm in indulging her curiosity. One thing led to another and all three of us ended up fucking the subject uncontrollably, with him never having regained consciousness, any questions?"
"How long are you going to keep me like this." he asked.
"The short answer to that question would be two nights," she said, beginning to rub her clit more vigorously, "this night and one more. That would have us placing you back to sleep Sunday night, or in the wee hours of Monday morning to be exact, and you will simply wake up by 8:00 or 9:00 o'clock Monday morning to find us gone."
Terra added, "With nary a hair on your gorgeous head harmed, or even out of place."
"Again, not to be taken literally of course," replied Lara, "as your hair is going to get messed I'm afraid, as I can see it already is."
"You couldn't have just asked if I wanted to spend a weekend having wild sex with three beautiful women?" he asked, "What unattached straight male would say no to a proposition like that?"
"Well, I'm afraid it is not quite that simple Mr. Barkley," said Terra.
"What do you mean?" he asked.
Terra looked to Lara and said, "Tell this one, I like him."
"Tell me what?" he questioned.
Lara shrugged her shoulders and asked, "Sure, why not?" then as an afterthought she added, "But not until I get my first dip in the pool. Or more accurately, give him his. Help me get Tess off of him."
"I can get up," she said, apparently having been listening the whole time.
She rolled over on the opposite side of the bed and took up a position that provided a good view of whatever was to take place next.
Lara, having never stopped massaging her pussy, crawled onto the bed plopping herself on top of Jared with not even as much as a 'how do you do,' and plugged her cunt hole unceremoniously with his shaft that was now just short of fully erect.
With fresh flesh wrapped around its width it immediately swelled again rock hard, feeling to Jared somehow a little larger than before.
Lara slid slowly down its length till the hairs of both their crotches met. When she arrived, she simply began raising herself a few inches then sliding back down. Then she leaned a little forward with her hands on his chest, giving herself the ability to slide him in and out of her cunt with ease by simply moving forward and back.
Nothing fancy or even erotic, just up and back, in and out, repeated over and over and over and over. After almost fifteen minutes, although her breathing had become heavy and labored, moister glistening on her body, with her efforts becoming quickened and more pronounced, she never altered her technique.
But she did come... and in spades, big time.
When it arrived, had anyone been observing her closely they would have thought someone had hit her in the buttocks with an electric paddle. She shuddered several times, then relaxed and pulled herself off him.
She then took several deep breaths to calm and steady herself then straddled the chair again with her pussy dripping onto the seat.
"You don't even look like you enjoyed that," Jared said.
"Believe me," she replied brushing back a few strands of hair from her face. "Except for my orgasms, I didn't. I'm a lesbian."
"Then why..."
"Let me explain," she interrupted, "Terra and Tess are both bi-sexual. We are, and have been for many years, friends and very close. But I discovered early in my teens I preferred women as opposed to men."
"Then why take a turn on me?" asked Jared.
"When Tess got curious that first time and I allowed her to indulge herself, she had an extremely powerful orgasm. Terra was aroused and took a turn also with the same results. The two of them tried to talk me into doing the same by saying I needed to experience what they had, as it had been much more dynamic than any normal climax. When that failed they used the argument that since it was rape, and we were all in this together, I had to take a turn to balance the playing field as it were. No one of us needed to be any less guilty than another. But that is not why I continue to participate."
"Then why?" Jared asked.
Lara continued, "We found out too late, and actually it was just after that first time, that the serum that prolonged the erection had side effects for those who indulged in intercourse with the subject. Inside all the fluids of your body right now, is an enzyme that is produced by your own body from the serum itself. It is contained in all your fluids, but it is at its highest concentration in your semen while you remain conscious. That is why we no longer keep the subject under. The enzyme is what produces the heightened sensations of sensuality and magnifies the intensity of the orgasm for your partner during intercourse."
She shifted uncomfortably in her chair then continued, "Unfortunately, even after only one exposure, we discovered the female body is unable to climax without the aid of the enzyme, has become addicted to the climax that the enzyme produces, which can only be produced by the male while under the influence of the serum and is at its highest concentration while the subject is conscious and aware. In short, the serum I invented addicted all three of us to the orgasm that can only be produced by the enzyme made by the male body while under the influence of my serum."
Still fidgeting on her chair, she added, "We can go about two months abstaining we found out, trying to 'kick the habit' or wean ourselves off of it. But we found we are now unable to have orgasms at all without being exposed to the enzyme. In time, the body begins through arousal to demand what nature provided for it, but without orgasm. That arousal eventually becomes a constant and we can concentrate on nothing else. Regrettably in the end, we have no choice but to return to this procedure. Give a male the serum, have his body produce the enzyme, we 'feed' if you will off that male subject like a vampire would on blood for the two days the body is in production of it and climax anywhere from eight to a dozen times each during that time."
Becoming panicked, Jared asked, "What happens to your subject? What after effects or by-products come from this procedure for him, I mean me?"
"You mean side effects," Terra corrected.
"Yes bitch, side effects," barked Jared, "What the fuck is going to happen to me because of what you've done?"
Lara smiled at Terra and said, "It's a damn shame isn't it Terra."
"Yes it most surely is," she answered, "A damn fucking shame, given the fine specimen he is."
"What!" demanded Jared?
"Nothing," said Tess from the other side of the bed, placing a hand on his chest, "Or, nothing for you to be concerned about. Not right now anyway."
"What does she mean by 'not right now'," he asked not quite as loud, with Tess's hand patting his chest.
"To make a long story short," said Terra, "and this has already taken far too long, I haven't had my first turn..."
"Fuck your turn, bitch," screamed Jared.
Terra turned to Lara again and said, "I'm going to take an extra turn on him before this is all over with, just to teach him a lesson."
"He'll just thank you for it," said Lara.
"HEY, BITCHES," screamed Jared.
Tess said, "Settle down now," then to the others she replied, "Would you two quit torturing him and tell him so we can get on with this, I'm going to be ready for another turn soon."
"Oh alright," said Terra, "Lara?"
"Yeah, okay," she said, then turned back to Jared, and finished, "There are a couple of side effects for the subject resulting from the process. Let me explain the process itself since it is a factor of explanation."
"Huh?"
"Just listen," said Lara. "The serum was in the drink that Terra gave you earlier. The drink included the, well... what could be called the 'date drug' to knock you out. It is harmless, and actually both of the serums are to you. You're just not immune to the side effects you will experience."
"While it is in your system," she continued, "it is active for about twenty- seven hours. That's why we will leave early Monday morning as it begins to dissipate. It and you become of no use to us as it does but, while it is in your system and your body is producing the enzyme that feeds our orgasms, you will be unable to. Orgasm I mean, but only while the serum is actively producing the enzyme. After about twenty-seven hours your own system will return to normal."
"Almost," added Tess.
"Well, yes," said Lara, "What she is referring to is, while the enzyme is present in your system, at the same time you will be unable to experience an orgasm, you will also be unable to be flaccid. Or in layman's terms, loose your erection. Look at your, penis."
He looked down at his dick, and sure enough, even after several minutes of having his mind on the panic of being a prisoner and not knowing his fate, his pecker was still almost ridged. Terra moved onto the bed and just licked it from the base to the tip, and it immediately stood to attention. It also looked as large and engorged as he had ever seen it.
"What you may also notice," added Terra, "if you're as familiar with your member as most men are, is its size."
"Yeah, I was just thinking," Jared said, "it's as large as I've ever seen it."
"Well, that's not your imagination," said Tess.
"No," added Lara, "And we had no way of knowing you had a larger than average sized penis. Most white males average six inches or slightly more. Some that think they are blessed with size boarder right at or slightly longer than seven. Anything larger than that is beyond the norm, and are few in number although they do exist. Most of what you read in magazines, and now on dirty web sites is exaggeration for fiction sake, or lying braggarts."
"What's all that got to do with me," he asked nodding his head at his tool, "and it?"
"Well, you see," said Lara, "it's going to get a little bigger than that. While the enzyme is being produced and having the effects that we've already explained, each time you use it under these conditions it will grow just a little bit larger each time. In other words, every time one of us has intercourse with you, your dick will be slightly larger after each of us takes our turns. Somehow the enzyme expands and even strengthens muscles and tissues. Blood and fluids engorge the expansion further and the penis ends up just slightly longer and thicker than before. Not much, but just a little each time. The only problem is the amount of fucking we require to feed our habit. As I explained before, eight to a dozen times each. In the past this wasn't a problem because most men are shorter than seven inches as I said. When we are finished with such a specimen he has probably reached a size of, uh, girls?"
"Oh, bordering on eight and a half inches, maybe a little more. Right at nine perhaps on one occasion," said Tess, "and maybe almost half again bigger around."
"Yeah," affirmed Terra, "that's about right."
"How large are you?" Lara asked Jared.
"I don't know how big around," he answered, "I've never needed to know, but being curious of my length, like most men I've measured it. I'm just slightly over eight and three quarter inches."
"Whew," said Tess, "I bet at least one of us won't be able to take the whole thing by Sunday night."
"Based on my observations to date, and with a conservative estimate of a 27% growth rate in the duration of the episode involved, I'd say we're looking at a final maximum size of almost a foot long, about eleven and over three quarters of an inch by my calculations."
"How long before it returns to normal?" he asked.
All the girls exchanged a knowing look.
"No honey, you don't understand," said Terra chuckling, "We wouldn't be discussing it as a problem if it was just a matter of adjustments for us up through tomorrow night. You see, where almost all of the direct effects of the serum are limited between the time of ingestion and dissipation, all the side effects of exposure to the enzyme are permanent, just like our addiction. In other words, whatever size you reach by Sunday night Monday morning, that's what size you'll be for the remainder of your life."
"Tell him the other good news," said Tess.
"You call that good news?" asked Jared, "Having a horse's dick for the rest of my life is good news? Maybe you're not aware, but the old saying 'the guy with the biggest dick, gets the most pussy' is a myth. My brother was larger than I am, and women were regularly uneasy after discovering his size. He even lost a few dates over the issue."
"Really?" asked Tess "I haven't had you yet, but I thought it would just be a matter of adjusting to it, just take a little time and effort, maybe even a little patience and practice. I was looking forward to it actually. Well, we'll just have to wait and see I guess won't we?"
"No, you have to let me go," he said, "you have to get yourself another... subject, another specimen. Please."
"Well, there's the other little problem for us. Which is actually related to the other good news for you." said Terra.
"Yeah," said Tess, "tell him Lara."
"Jared? right?" Lara quizzically confirmed playfully with a smile, "Well, you see... Jared. The serum's been in your system for over two hours now. It is almost producing the amount of enzyme it will continue to produce for the next... oh, twenty five hours or so. The other good news for you is that after it has run its course your body will continue to produce a trace amount of another enzyme that is almost an exact duplicate. Your body can't produce the original without the serum, but it will be able to produce a very close proximity that it was unable to before you were exposed. I have essentially taught your system how to produce it by exposing you to it."
As she moved off the chair to the bed she continued, "The naturally produced near twin will have none of the side effects of the original, and the rest of your body functions will all return to normal. But the trace amount of the near twin will have a minimal effect on any other females you come into contact with. A few will even be slightly affected just by being in close proximity to you and breathing the same air. It will greatly enhance your ability to be attractive to the opposite sex. Also, any females that have intercourse with you from now on, no matter who they are, no matter what their future likes, dislikes or situations of attachments, will never hesitate to do so again. Except for the three of us of course, since we are addicted to the original, and the near twin has no effect on us."
Terra added, "But unfortunately, right now, your body is just steaming and oozing enzyme from every pore of your, (sigh), manly body."
"I told you," said Lara, "it is contained in every body fluid. That includes your sweat, and perspiration evaporates into the air," Leaning forward, she added, "Now none of us can get an orgasm from just breathing the air in this room, but... you, even being a man, are so cute..."
"And adorable," said Tess, who had already begun licking his chest and neck.
"And just so damn fucking sexy," said Terra, as she leaned over for a deep throat dive to the base of his shaft, taking his entire length in one lunge.
"...that I'm afraid we couldn't let you go even if we wanted to," said Lara as she pushed the chair away from the bed and leaned forward to kiss him long, hard and deep. After a minute of tongue play in his mouth, she stood and straddled his face as Tess had done before, and said, "Mmm, right girls."
Terra had pulled her mouth from his dick and had straddled his towering shaft and was bearing her pussy lips down on his engorged manhood, it larger than ever and said, "Oh, Jared. I'm afraid, Lara... (gasp)... Ahhh, is right," as she forced herself down the full length of his now almost ten inches of rod.
When she reached the base, she said only three words as she messaged her own clit, "OHHH, FFUUUCK... YYEESS."
Jared, finally realizing there was nothing he could do, and that the girls weren't even able to stop themselves while under the influence of the enzyme, let alone be reasoned with, prepared himself for and resigned himself to the two nights and a day that lay ahead.
Being fucked over and over again by three beautiful women.
As good as that would have sounded just a few short hours before, once again, he didn't feel so lucky. |
19,566 | You've Got Sex Ed. | Ashson | NonConsent/Reluctance | 2014-09-11 | 2014-09-11 | 2022-01-01 15:49:01 | 1 | literotica.com | https://www.literotica.com/s/youve-got-sex-ed | Teacher delegated to teach Sex Ed. | ['Classroom', 'Principal', 'Sex Ed', 'Spank', 'Student'] | 4.36 | "You'll have to take Sex Education today for 4C, Miss Martin."
Just the words I'd been longing to hear, I don't think.
"Why me? Doesn't Mrs Annot take that?"
"Normally," said the Principal with a grin, "but she just called in sick and you're the only one with free time for that period. Don't worry. The kids are only around fifteen. You can handle then with no problems."
"Oh, no worries normally," I agreed, "but, correct me if I'm wrong, but isn't that moron Carlos in 4C? And he's not fifteen by a long shot."
"Yes, Carlos is in 4C and I'll admit he's been held back a few times but you shouldn't call him a moron."
True, I shouldn't. Why insult morons? Carlos was eighteen and labouring under the weight of a huge ego. I'd tell him to his face that he was a dumb, insensitive jerk, but he wouldn't know what I meant.
The sex ed. class was the last class of the day. That made taking it doubly annoying, because with no duties for that period I could normally go home early. Still, his lordship had spoken and I had to do or die.
Now I'm only in my early twenties. Having to get up in front of a bunch of sniggering teenagers and do sex ed. was not high on my list of favourite pastimes, but I fronted up manfully and went about the task. The killer look and nasty snarl I gave at the first snigger helped, reminding the class that I did have a certain reputation as being the wrong teacher to annoy.
I was quite gratified to find that Carlos just sat back with a bored look on his face and said nothing. He'd undoubtedly sat through this class before. Several times probably, without learning anything.
All in all the class went quite well and I was feeling quite pleased with myself as I dismissed everyone. As it was the day's final class everyone piled out fast while I gathered my things together.
Someone coughed and I looked up to see Carlos standing there. That immediately struck me as odd because it was home time and I'd never known Carols to voluntarily speak to a teacher. It also struck me that he had a real smirk on his face.
It suddenly dawned on me that I was alone with Carlos in what is really quite a secluded classroom. I also remembered hearing one of the students telling another girl to make sure she was never alone with Carlos. She also had a second piece of advice that I couldn't quite remember, but for some reason it was nagging at my mind.
I put on my teacher persona and gave Carlos a professional smile.
"Yes, Carlos? Is there something you want?"
"Um, yes, Miss Martin. I've got a couple of question about the sex education."
Actually, I'm paraphrasing what he said and shall continue to do so. What he actually said was more in the order of "I got questions about this fucking stuff".
"And what is it you want to know?"
"What does a guy do if his cock is too big for a girl?"
"I beg your pardon?"
"If a guy's got a big cock and the girl is tiny, what happens?"
"Nature allows for that," I told him. "The woman's passage can expand quite a bit. I don't think it'll be a problem."
"But what if," he says, unzipping and hauling out his cock, fully erect, "he's big like this. How can a woman handle that?"
I gave his erection a disparaging look. It wasn't that big. Struggling to make average in my opinion, but then again, I wasn't viewing it through his enormous ego.
"Don't worry. You'll have no problems. Now I have to go."
"Hold on. Hold on. You're my teacher. You're supposed to help if I got questions. I thought you could give me a practical exam."
"I'm not sure what you mean."
"Geez, it's simple. You let me stick this in you so that I can see if it actually goes in. Don't worry. I won't actually fuck you. I'll just take it out once I'm satisfied it fits."
He had to be fucking kidding me. As a matter of fact, that's precisely what I said to him.
"You have to be fucking kidding. Take yourself and your teeny weenie and get the hell out of here or you'll be in detention so long that you'll have a long white beard when you get out."
With that I turned away from him to gather up my things and get myself the hell out of there. That's when I remembered the second thing that girl had been telling her friend. If you're ever alone with Carlos, don't turn your back on him. The very thing that I'd just done.
I promptly found out why you shouldn't turn your back on Carlos if you're alone with him. I'm quite slender and I was wearing slacks. They suit me, showing off what I consider to be a nice trim figure. There is an optional belt that goes with them and sometimes I wear it and sometimes I don't. Today was a day when I'd gone with 'don't'.
Before I could really understand what was going on Carlos had a hold of my slacks and had given them a solid heave down. There was enough give in the waistband that it stretched and popped over my hips and my slacks were heading south. I froze with shock for a second, time which Carlos promptly used to persuade my panties to join my slacks.
By then I was fighting mad, although hampered by slacks and panties being down around my knees. Carlos was trying to force me to bend over the teacher's table and I was trying not to and struggling to turn around and kick him right where it would do the most good.
It was the first time in my life that I've ever been happy to hear a school principal bellowing.
"What the hell's going on here?"
Carlos and I both froze, and then I relaxed, feeling giddy with relief.
"Ah, I was just about to give Miss Martin the practical exam she wanted," Carlos said, and I heard his feet hit the floor running.
I was just reaching down to pull up my panties and slacks, red with embarrassment and anger, when my bottom exploded. At least that's what it felt like. I squealed in shock and then squealed again as there was another explosion.
I was able to identify the explosion this time. It was the hand of the Principal, spanking my bottom. What the hell? I wasn't left to wonder for long.
"How dare you, Miss Martin," he thundered at me, delivering another resounding spank.
"We show respect for our students here," he told me. "We do not take advantage of our position to seduce them. You disgrace the school by your actions. Don't try to interrupt me. I'm very disappointed in you. You should be ashamed of yourself. It's not as though there aren't male teachers available if you must scratch an itch."
He didn't actually say it all in one little speech like that. He took care to emphasise each point with a good hearty spank to my poor bottom. I tried to tell him he was making a mistake, but how the hell are you supposed to catch your breath and say something coherent when your bum is on fire. The only time I managed to get out a couple of words I got an extra hard spank for interrupting.
The Principal finally stopped spanking me, much to the relief of my poor battered bottom. I was panting and trying to catch my breath, because I'd been doing a fair bit of squealing while that spanking went on. I mean, that hurt.
Before I could gather my breath to explain, the Principal started up again. Oh, not spanking me. He'd already done that. He had something else in mind.
"If you're so desperate for this that you'll chase the students, let me help you out," he said.
This whacking great cock started pushing its way into me. Carlos should worry about having a big cock. All he had to do is look at the Principal's cock and all his worries would be laid to rest. He'd be able to fret over having a small cock, instead.
You can imagine my consternation at having my pussy invaded by what felt like the Mongolian hordes. I was squealing and protesting and I still hadn't managed to get out any sort of explanation. What was even worse, my pussy must have decided that the spanking was foreplay and it was hot and wet, permitting easy entry. Or what would have been easy entry for a normal cock. I'll swear that the Principal must have been oversize, not that I ever wanted to see it to check. I was going purely on feel and my god, it felt huge.
I'm squealing and squawking, telling him to stop, and all the time I'm doing this I can feel him, sliding slowly into me, and I'm being stretched and warped all out of shape and I was sure my poor pussy would never be the same again.
Then I felt his hairy groin pressed against me and realise that he's in as far as he's going to go in, thank god. I finally take a deep breath and manage to get out a bit of an explanation.
"I was not trying to seduce Carlos. The little shit was trying to rape me and I was fighting him off when you arrived. Why the hell do you think he ran and why else would I nearly have collapsed from shock?"
"Oh. You're saying I got it wrong?"
"Bingo, you imbecile. Now take your cock out of me. I thought you'd arrived to help me. Not assault me."
"Hmm. That's unfortunate. I probably shouldn't have smacked your tail in that case."
"That's for sure. Um, your cock?"
"It seems to be that we'll have to tell Carlos that he is no longer a member of this school. He'll go quietly if he thinks charges may be laid."
"As long as something is done about him. Or to him, if possible. Ah, your cock. You've still got it inside me."
"Oh, yes. So I have."
I breathed a sigh of relief when I felt him pulling out. That changed to a gasp of shock when I felt him pushing back in.
"What are you doing?" I gasped. "I want you to take it out."
"You're not thinking the situation through, Miss Martin," I was calmly informed. "I mean, I'm already in you so why not just carry through to the end. A lot better for both of us instead of me pulling out now and leaving us both feeling frustrated and hostile to each other."
The Principal was now moving quite steadily, pulling out and returning forcefully, driving home like a man who has possession and intends to keep it. I was just the one being possessed and you can imagine how I felt when I found my hips were bobbing to his tune, pushing me firmly onto his intruding cock when it came charging in.
I took a deep breath and proceeded to tell him calmly and logically why this whole thing was a bad idea and why he should stop it immediately. My logic was impeccable and I ticked off the items one by one, providing an unbeatable case. Unfortunately, my delivery suffered slightly, due to his fucking cock driving into me. What I sounded like was more along these lines.
Gasp. (A big intake of breath to start with.) "You, aaah, I, oh my god, wrong, wow," (That was caused by him slamming home extra hard for some reason) "have to, aah, oh fuck me," (that was supposed to be a protest, not an encouragement) "oh my god," (a bit more frantic gasping at this point) "you can't" (oh yes he bloody well could - and was) "ah, ah, ah," (for some reason he decided to do a few quick strokes before settling down to his original rhythm) "shouldn't, aaah," (he'd just reached up under my top, flicked open my bra and grabbed my breasts and was squeezing them in time to his fucking me) "oh fuck you, fuck me, oh my god I can't stand it." (That last was another protest. Again, someone seemed to see it as encouragement and went in even harder.)
With calm logic proving useless the only options I had left were a determined struggle or acquiescence. When you're bent over a table, with a big man pinning you there with his dick, you're chances of struggling are pretty much zero. Any struggling I did seemed like wriggling in ecstasy on his dick and just provided more encouragement, showing what a fantastic cocksman he was. So that left me riding out the storm, while he just pumped me for all he was worth.
Now I will admit, reluctantly, that the whole thing was rather exciting and arousing. I was helpless, being ruthlessly mastered by a man who was taking his pleasure, and he was doing a pretty good job of it. If asked, I'd have said I don't find spankings arousing, but the fact that he'd just up and spanked me had excited me, despite any wishes I might have had on the subject. Then just taking me without so much as a 'by your leave' had seemed to excite me even more.
The result of this was that although I was a reluctant participant in what was happening I didn't seem to be acting like it. My hips were pushing firmly against him, meeting him as he thrust into me. My bottom (bright red from the spanking no doubt) was probably bobbing up and down like crazy, because he hadn't chosen a slow and gentle rhythm. He'd got down to business right from the word go, and was really giving it to me. (I'm pretty sure that I squealed 'no' when he first started, not 'go', but go was what he did.) He was going at me so hot and heavy that I was amazed that he hadn't blown his cork after the first few strokes.
I have to admit that the man was talented, even if I was the victim of his talent. He'd rapidly brought me to a state of high excitement and effortlessly seemed able to hold me there, squirming and squealing and bucking under him as he ravished my poor body. How he kept me from exploding into an orgasm I'll never know, but he seemed content to just keep me in suspense.
After a while I didn't care about his intentions or whether he should be doing this or not or even if I was enjoying it or not. I wanted him to finish. Not stop, for god's sake, but to finish. I was squealing and pleading now, begging him to finish it, to go in harder and let me have the relief my body was screaming for. I was almost screaming myself, for that matter.
Bastard just ignored me, didn't he? After all, why should he listen now when he hadn't earlier? He just kept on pounding in at the same rate, driving me to the point of madness, going on and on. At the same time his cock was driving home his hands would be squeezing my breasts and rubbing the nipples. My breasts were now so tender that I could feel every little touch, ripples of excitement egging me on, and all I could do was groan and squirm, bottom bouncing to his command.
When he finally decided that the time was right to finish up I was a blubbering wreck. Or at least I would have been if I'd had the strength to blubber. I was quivering all over and when he started moving faster and really driving home I just went up in flames. I didn't scream when I climaxed. I didn't have the strength for that. I just exploded and died and came raining back down in little pieces that left me oozing down onto the table. If he hadn't still been behind me, his cock propping me up, I'd have just been a puddle on the floor.
He waited until I had some strength in my legs and then disengaged.
"Not bad," he told me. "I enjoyed that."
My strength was filtering back into me now. I felt tired but exhilarated, my climax seeming to have supercharged my batteries. It was at this point that I was able to do what teachers everywhere dream about.
I punched the Pricipal on the nose. |
19,567 | You | secondsamuel | NonConsent/Reluctance | 2020-01-23 | 2020-01-23 | 2022-01-01 15:47:26 | 1 | literotica.com | https://www.literotica.com/s/you-106 | A frustrated student takes the object of his obsession. | ['Abduction', 'Blow Job', 'Facial', 'First Time', 'Forced', 'Forced Orgasm', 'Rough', 'Second Person Pov', 'Taken', 'Violence'] | 4.49 | Author's Note: This was inspired by the Caroline Kepnes novel You, which is a terrific read. It contains scenes of graphic nonconsensual sex. It is perhaps the darkest thing I've ever written. Feel free to comment about how sick and twisted I am, but in my defense, I wanted to imitate a different style. Call it my own method of masturbation. As always, I am healing from surgery slowly but surely, and I do appreciate any help from volunteer editors.
*****
It's always about you. What you're doing. Not that I'm ever invited. Just told, sitting there unnoticed behind you, always unsure about how to speak and enter your world.
I only overhear things.
Not that I would be able to make any of the parties you've mentioned.
Unlike the rest of my peers, college is not a community to me. I work. I spend Monday, Wednesday, Friday and weekends manning the register at a seedy adult bookstore, sweeping up condoms and cum. The money I do make, goes into keeping the lot fees paid and making sure there's enough McCormicks for mom in the freezer.
That way she'll keep co-signing my loans.
I don't belong at a school like Texas A&M. Another white-trash boy with an absentee father doesn't make the school more diverse. You wouldn't have come all the way to College Station if the recruitment flier let kids like me in the photo. And while I work away the weekends under the table, I have to hear you complain royally about the city I never see.
Party here, club there. Vapid, oblivious, nonsense...
I know I'm jealous.
I'm not part of your world. I'm fixated on wars: The High Kings of Ireland, the Flight of the Earls, and the end of it all. I'm fixated on Oliver Cromwell...
And what you're wearing. Not that I can help noticing. Jesus Christ do I notice. Every inch of your body. I notice. Especially now, when we're in class, and I can't focus on Cromwell or the goddamn Irish. All I can think about, every day, every fucking second...
You.
I know you made friends with me strategically. I get that. Pretty girls with expertly styled dirty blonde hair and Daddy's credit card don't bother taking notes in class. I take notes in class, but not because I need them. I'm not one of the mindless drones coping down the lecture slides. Or at least I wasn't. Not until you asked me to because I just seem like I'm so smart and so good at school. And god are you just so new and everything seems so big!
You're from a small town in Texas. Clearly for the first time you are not the prettiest girl within driving distance. You're insecure about that. It's transparent. It secretes from your perfect pores. It's why you don't ever show up to class wearing sweatpants and a T-shirt. You make yourself up all nice and pretty for me.
You make sure to show off every inch of your beautiful breasts. Low cut dresses, spaghetti tops, blouses that bow down underneath your enormous bust; you show all you can without getting kicked out of class.
Oh and the professors know it.
Only they don't give a fuck about you. You haven't got that yet. They don't give a fuck about your body (and it is quite a body). Most importantly they don't give a fuck about your education. They're all here like me, trying to write a book, and need to be left alone to do it.
I haven't written anything real in days.
That's why I'm in the Irish history class. I'm digging through primary sources of the sack of Wexford during Cromwell's campaign in Ireland. I'm working with Dr. Riley after class and accessing primary sources at the Cushing Library. I actually give a shit about my degree.
You took this class because you thought the professor would be hot and have a cool Irish accent.
Not that you aren't smart. You graduated valedictorian in a small Podunk public school with a graduating class less than 100 students strong. And you make sure to tell everyone, but in a casual way, so that you don't sound like you're bragging.
But you are.
And you have quite the crowd, quite the following. I live in this town, at home with my family. This is my safety school. I can't actually afford any of the more expensive, more prestigious private and state schools despite the few scholarships I received.
You talk to one of the other girls. I don't like her. I don't like any of the other classmates. I'm jealous of them. You're putting on a performance, prancing and posing so that everyone can see you. So that the whole classroom glows in the light of that special bubbly energy you bring to everything with your forced and fake nativity, with your subliminal sexuality. You're sucking out the entire room's attention with your big breasts, with that tight ass, and with that perfectly trimmed pussy.
Of course I don't know you trim your pussy, but I think about it.
I think about how often you play with it.
I think about your bronzed skin, artificially colored over and over again as a meticulous ritual and risk to melanoma.
I think about you all spread out over my bed, your long legs stretched out as I reach up them. My fingers feeling every inch of you. Your pussy feeling every inch of me.
Then I try to think about class. I keep coming back to Wexford. I can see you, imagine you through the sounds, empty noise except for what was in my head. The silent sounds of battle clang over the lecture, over the sounds of keys clacking out notes about the lecture, or more likely about Facebook and Instagram and all that other bullshit.
While everyone else focuses on something else, we are there.
Mostly screams, only they can stand out over the cannon shot. Here and there, the quick succession of a volley catches my attention. But in this fantasy, I'm still focused is always on you. Here wearing one of those peasant skirts, I know stereotypical, it's a green plaid, over a white blouse. It's ripping off of you like some sort of French resistance fighter.
Only you weren't fighting. You aren't even able to run. You're such a scared little thing.
I've written the erotic fiction. I describe the actions of the New Model Army as they storm over the walls. The English taking girl after girl, one after the other, then discarding them. It's not the focus, it's the layers, the context, the attention to detail. The reader wants to get a vivid picture of what life is like. Or what it's supposed to feel like.
I miss the mark for my audience. In my story, I take you. I grab you by the throat and shove you into the nearest hovel, not even really bothering with the chaos going on around me. I want to see your breasts first. I rip off the top of the dress. It's not sweet, it's not a moment of passion.
I'm seeing your nipples, large with the attention, exactly proportional to the size of your breast. They are described through the inexperienced, virginal details of my own imagination as I continue through with the vile act, hiking up your skirt, tearing it away as I ram myself into you, weeping and begging me to stop every second of the way.
Then I cum inside your perfect pussy, leaving you broken there, having to pick up the pieces in this ruined city.
The audience hated it. It sparked a major flame war, which I gleefully encouraged.
Trash, garbage, filth!
Take this sicko's work down!
Variations of everything that boiled down to what the fuck is wrong with you and how dare you write about things that actually happened?
They all want to pretend that our rape fantasies are really consent fantasies where the woman wanted it all along. As if that undoes all the terrible things that really turned us on about the fantasy in the first place. We're not clicking on rape fantasies, we are only into non-consent or reluctance play. Now we can stroke ourselves guilt free.
It's bullshit!
Some of us want to rape, some of us want to be raped. The irony is that once we find each other, is not actually rape. Semantically, it's an impossible fantasy. No actual rapist became one because he read a really dark story.
The audience knows this intellectually, they just need aftercare. They want the author to hold their hand, and say see! She really wanted it after all!
Isn't that worse?
Isn't "she really wanted it" the rationalizing mantra that enables every would be molester and monster?
Sometimes good porn hurts your feelings. Sometimes it makes you sick to your stomach that you found something so sinister arousing. It's entertainment. It's the erotic equivalent of enjoying a scientist sew three people together. Rather just accept that and write about it in the same way that one writes about anthropomorphized avatar aliens, the erotic community neuters an animalistic instinct inherent in us as a species.
Only I'm not even supposed to be writing porn. I have you in my head, a tick burrowed inside of my brain, driving himself deeper and deeper inside my erotic imagination. I can't focus. I find myself no longer taking notes, no longer listening to the professor, even as the exam approaches. I'm wrapped up in my fantasy. My idea of taking you. Of pulling back on your hair and watching her throat extend as I force myself inside of you.
You raise your hand.
And arch your body.
I can see the small of your back, almost to the part between the two cheeks as you stretch. You seem so small, but that's just compared to me.
I can see that you have a tastefully done thistle tattooed on your right cheek. I can just make out a couple of petals, and I'm impressed. It's not the average tramp stamp, and for the first time I'm focused on something other than your body.
"Is this going to be on the test?"
Dr. Riley furrows his brow, annoyed at being interrupted, and goes back to his lecture.
"There is an argument to be made that Cromwell's brutality ultimately save more lives as Ireland soon capitulated..."
But I'm not listening, I'm watching you. Watching your body contort as you stretch. You are clearly bored. Clearly looking for the easy way out of the exam. I'm not surprised when you're waiting for me after class.
"So... um... Red."
You start awkwardly searching for the word because you don't know my name. You only know that I have red hair because you're looking at it. That's okay, because I'm just a tool to you. I'm just a person with useful information in a class that's 60% lecture and 40% reading and you've probably done neither. You spent most of the semester on your phone, checking out the more attractive guys in class.
"How worried are you about the test?"
"Worried enough," I say casually. "This is my major, so I really get a high GPA for grad school."
"Oh really wow, I can't imagine. I'm just hoping to fake my way to C."
And that's what gets to me. History is why the world is the way it is, and you never notice anything unless it directly involves you. And I'm obsessed with you. I write about you. I think about you. I jack off about you, and I need to fuck you.
I hate myself.
And you aren't going to fuck me, not right now, not ever. There is no scene where I describe the English Civil War in enough detail that makes you want to fling off your clothes and roll around with me on a study table in the library. No, you are not coming back to my trailer to have sneaky sex in my twin bed, our bodies intertwining underneath the covers as we try not to wake my mother in the next room.
You're going to use me.
And I can hear the words tumbling out of my mouth without control, powerless as we agree on a time and place to meet. I'm like every other nerd in high school, thinking that you're jutting out your breasts to tease just me. Thinking they are something I might actually touch, something I might actually suck. My imagination, developed by years of being deprived, makes me like I'm almost there as you talk to me, peeling down your red bra.
Because I can actually see the strap.
It's a form of a mild torture.
Like working at the porn store, every day reminded of the sex acts I've never tried. Just one moment would be enough, one time that I could use to absolve the loneliness gnawing at my aching cock. But it never works. It's as though my virginity has transformed into an invisible miasma of desperation instaneously repelling the other sex.
This is why I usually don't talk to girls. This is why I am usually happy just to be left alone with my books. Then I write to get off, because no one else is dark enough. They want fantasy role-play. They want to read 50 Shades of Grey, something sweet and saccurine that blunts any trauma due to an overidentification with blank stock characters.
I want no aftercare. I want to grab my readers by the genitals, then use their hard on to punch them in the gut until they deal with the dark, sick, and twisted fantasies swirling around in all of us.
So of course I'm writing about you again in between classes. You're a nun at Lindisfarne, and I'm the Viking who catches you. I pull up your habit. Then I'm taking you doggie style on the altar. I don't even bother to do anything to undress you, I just force my way into your pussy.
I am rock hard through English Literature.
Then it's time to me with the library. I'm there 15 minutes early, punctual as always, ready to help. You're late, those long legs come walking in not wearing the usual high heels, not the usual blouse that shows off all of your breasts. Just tight yoga pants and an accompanying white sleeveless shirt. You didn't even bother to shower before meeting me.
I'm not low on your sexual priorities list.
I'm invisible.
I've always been invisible, weird, introspective. Maybe it's what turned me into this pent-up creature filled with hostility.
"Hey Red!"
You say it excitedly as you sit next me, blonde hair tied up in a ponytail.
I'm not a person.
I'm a fucking color to you.
And as we talk, I need to explain the most basic things to you. I have to start with the difference between Ireland and the United Kingdom. You pretend to laugh at my jokes. You pretend to be interested. You take my incomplete notes and highlight basic words and facts that aren't even important. I seethe. I fume.
And part of me wants to smack your head against the table as I fuck you roughly.
Part of me believes those few seconds of ecstasy before the staff pulled me out of you would be worth it.
How would prison be any worse than my life?
When I write tonight, frustrated, and finally alleviating myself of this hard on, that's when I'll actually hurt you. Though in the Viking fantasy I just take you as my slave. It's one of the sweeter ones, you can grow into quite the obedient little animal. There's a couple of stories I've written where I treat you like that, and worse.
But tonight has got to be special. I have an idea about setting you up as a French aristocrat during the worst days of the terror. I want the whole city of Paris taking turns with every one of your holes as your neck remains immobilized by the guillotine. Then we'll let you go, grateful and sobbing, hiking up your torn frock as you rush away thanking us.
People are so soft nowadays.
I'm trying to work out the details in my head as I stare at your breasts, ignoring you as you talk on and on about yourself. Jesus Christ can you even focus? All your problems can be solved if you read the damn book!
"So anyways, where do you live?"
"Off-campus," I'm evasive about it.
Who really wants to admit they live at home?
"Did you drive here?"
Is she really fucking asking for a ride?
She is and I'm saying yes. I'm as spineless as my stiffy just because some girl way out of my league is paying attention to me, even if it's just to use me to take her to a party. She's not even going to invite me, because it's really only a sorority thing.
She's tapping her phone now, texting a friend, commenting on a picture or some bullshit like that. Not even bothering to make pleasant conversation.
Then I take a turn.
"You missed a turn. It's okay. It's rerouting."
I'm not sure where I'm going, but I know I'm not taking this bitch to her fucking party.
"Why are we getting on the highway? I told you it's over on north side."
I can hear that she starting to get scared now.
Good.
"You can just let me out here or whatever. I mean it's no big deal. I'll just get an Uber or one of my friends to "
"Stop talking."
I say it with a cold, calm that surprises even me. Inside I'm so nervous, so scared, so skittish. But somehow I'm different. I am more than what I was. I'm my character in one of my stories, a soldier, a villager, a historical nonentity that I can watch act out each step as I pretend not to know where this is leading.
It's not too late now. I can stop and let you out.
But I won't. I've had enough of you. Not just in my car, but in my head.
I lock the door, from my side so that all you can do is paw at the handle like a desperate animal trying to escape the cage.
You start to struggle before we hit the interstate, and I brake hard, the seatbelt knocking the wind out of you as you sputter forward. You reaches for her phone, and I knock it out of your hand. It's easy to keep you restrained, especially as we get up to 60.
"Please just let me go."
You're pathetic already. Far from the proud country girl too pretty and above it all to take your own notes, to take your life seriously.
You are going to take this seriously.
"Give me your phone."
You don't have it.
It's on the floorboard.
That voice again. The confidence, the strength, someone different than I'd ever imagined, even in fiction.
I love it.
You are trembling, shaking, nearly weeping, or at least making the sounds as you hand me the phone. I'm sure I haven't heard you really weep yet. I haven't heard you really beg.
I will though.
I have to.
As I drive towards the deer stand my ex-stepfather keeps on the lease, heading further away from anything familiar to you, I'm still not sure exactly what's going to happen to you. Neither are you. Sometimes you thrash and try and fight me, but a soft punch to your stomach or quick grab of your throat reminds you I'm in charge. You're so small after all.
Large breasts have gotten you out of so much in the past. They aren't doing their trick right now.
And then I decide I need to see them, or at least more of them.
"Take it off."
What a voice!
"What?" You stammer.
But you know damn good and well what I mean. I want to see your tits. I want to see every inch of you because it belongs to me for this moment. It's mine and you don't know it yet. That's what I find most amusing about this pathetic protest. Now, you know what was going to happen to you. But you don't want to face it.
I know the type of girl you are really. Because it's so obvious in the show that you're putting on. The exhibitionist way that you are, just as the kids used to say, so extra in everything you do. You need me to want you. That's what your pretty little sundresses are for. That's what you're low-cut blouses and jeans are for. And fuck if it isn't even what these yoga pants and an old white tank top are for!
So take off your fucking shirt.
I don't need to, but I scream at you, just enough. You're still pretending as a tank top get stuck on the tangle of your ponytail as the trail jostles the pickup. You're past the point of trying to bail, even if you could get past the driver-side lock.
The rest of it.
You are crying as you unclasp your bra.
Not the way I pictured them. I don't know if they're better, or just different because I've never seen breasts outside of the screen before. They seem to drop down a lot more. Your nipples are small, puffy, long and hard as if you've been cold.
And I remember that you're scared. Terrified. Naked and vulnerable at the hands of this monstrous creep.
I can imagine what you're thinking right now. But I don't. I don't bother, and not because I don't care. I'm sure it's pretty much the opposite of what I'm thinking, only instead of will I get caught, it's what will he do.
But it boils down to the same thing running through both of our heads.
Will this ruin my life?
I think it will. But I don't care. What life am I losing? What life are you losing?
The only difference is you don't know it. Still you are only valuable for this. You're just for fucking. And yet, even this won't last. Time is brutal. And it punches in the teeth of every lie we want to tell ourselves, until we swallow and choke on the truth. Some of us are sex objects. People like you project themselves as these untouchable sex toys because people like me are so unfuckable.
Only I am going to touch you.
Now.
I grab your breasts with my right hand, softly. I can be so soft, I'm just not going to be. I tweak your nipples. I take turns with each one, pulling and moving my hand absently over your delicate skin. Every touch is electric, sending shivers down my spine straight to my hardening cock.
Then I've had enough.
The truck stops and I hit the lock, just to be safe. I've gone too far to stop now, committed too much to throw it all away without having exactly what I want.
You do the stupidest thing and go towards the driver-side door, opening it, and I'm able to grab you by the hair, dragging along you along to the back of the truck, flipping down the gate and throwing you with both hands into the truck bed.
You get up again. And I jump after you. You don't have a plan. You never thought of this moment. You shouldn't have to, right? The sky should always be blue, strangers should always be nice, and kittens like you should always be loved and played with only after being courted.
You are still covering your breasts with one hand. I don't know why. I've already seen them. Already played with them. They're already mine. You try and stand and I throw you down again, hearing your body slam against the plastic covering. You give a small whimper, and I kick you, not hard, not what you deserve, just enough to let you know I'm in charge.
You fall into the fetal position. I can see the side of your breasts, so large compared to your small petite body. Such a source of pride when you could show off just the top. But now that I can see the sides, your nipples, everything you only want me thinking about not seeing. Now you can't control what I see and that's something shameful.
Your hand goes to your bottom as I pull on your yoga pants. Amazing! You're still bothering to cover your breast even as your other fingers weekly try to keep me from pulling down your yoga pants.
There's a tiny little thong underneath, black and blue just like you. I have one hand on your back as I pull down the fabric down almost like you're my teenage daughter about to receive your spanking.
Only then you realize you actually have to do something. It's like someone said you actually have to try to fight back, however pitifully, or it doesn't count as rape. You're flailing around as your body bangs against the truck bed, tears and screams flinging out from your face, doing the same amount of good. It's pathetic, the way you pretend to struggle. And I think part of you already knows your new place in my world.
With your pants and underwear around your ankles, I'm able to roll you over. l'm seeing your pussy, neither shaped nor waxed like I always imagined. But you do take proper care of yourself. Probably trimmed, clean, yet full. Your pussy is still foreign to me. Still forbidden, still something I have to fight for as you try and close those legs. You fight, desperately to stop me from staring straight into your sex.
I'm stronger than you. I overpower you easily. It doesn't matter that your pants are trapped around your ankles, the fabric stretches and then rips. You're naked enough now, and god are you beautiful.
They should make you walk to class like this every day. The small slope of your breasts on display, bouncing perfectly as they shake with each step. You, smiling at all the attention you receive. It's what you really want. Everyone to love you just for being you.
I can see everything now as you squirm away from me, trying to throw yourself through the glass of the back windshield. Your ass shaking as you try to get up and run away from me.
And I don't know who I am, but it's different than anyone ever before. I'm not some frustrated virgin writing hard-core pornography too vulgar and obscene for the Marquis de Sade.
I'm everything I can be.
You squirm. You wriggle. You scream and call out as I hold your arms together while my other hand mauls against your breasts. You take the opportunity to kick me a few times in the testicles before I can get my jeans unbuckled. It doesn't matter. I'm already so hard from you, from everything I'm about to have of yours.
Forever, I'll know you are mine and this was that moment.
I'm nothing huge, but maybe I'm bigger than most. You struggle strongest at this, bucking especially hard when my cock head touches your lips, just when it's about to happen. You don't really have this coming. Your audience has it coming, for encouraging you to perform this daily sexual parade.
They pretend they don't fantasized about doing the exact same fucking thing.
Only I do it.
Your legs try to close. I have to use both arms, giving you the chance to hit me a few times, but it's too late. I can feel your very sex close up against me and I force my way through anyways. You give out a long wail, then sob. It's over...
And fuck, you are so warm, so wet.
I don't move for a second. I want you to know that I have you. That no matter what, this has already happened to you. You can fight, but don't because even you realize it.
You've already been raped.
You feel so good. So tight, squeezing against my dick. So wet, as I slide in deeper. So... God so like everything I ever described, and still so much better than anything I'd ever submitted our masturbated to. It was a moment worth waiting for because for the first time I feel as I should. More than the pleasure of your pussy squeezing against me, more than that tight little canal, I feel power. You know me. And you will remember.
I am everything 200,000 years of human evolution bred into men just as I breed you. Just as you need to be bred.
You just lay there crying. I'm not afraid to look you in the eyes. I want to. I want you to remember my face as I feel your body clench around me. Your nipples rub against my chest. There's no resistance now, no fight in you, just a limp sort of nothingness that's beginning to piss me off. You are like a sobbing life-size realistic rubber fuck Barbie and I could give a shit about your pain, about your body, only my dick does not like it when you blubber.
"Stop crying!"
I scream it.
It only makes you cry louder.
I slap you across the face.
You're screaming now, almost choking on your own tears. My right hand reaches for your throat, and grips hard, pulling your face towards mine. Your eyes bulge as you look up at me in terror.
"There you go slut."
And then something changes as I choke you.
Your hips move against mine.
Is that it? Is that all it takes? My hands around your neck and suddenly you're mine, throwing yourself at me like a bitch and heat. You're moaning now and it mixes in with your screams and sobs.
But it's there.
I can hear it, no matter how many times you try and hide it. No matter how many times you scream no, stop, don't.
Your face is flush, your pussy is wet. I can feel it against my cock. I can feel you shaking, your arms now barely pressing against my chest as I pound deeper and deeper inside of you. At first I think you're faking, trying to get it over with. Hoping that I'll just finish with you, and finish somewhere outside of you. But it's clearly holding back.
You aren't screaming anymore. You're barely sobbing. You're barely keeping it together, trying to stop yourself from moving your waist, but you can't. Your body has betrayed you in this final moment, and you throw yourself forward at me.
"Fuck you."
You whisper it as your whole body starts convulsing desperately.
You cumming is enough for me, enough to push me over the edge. I don't know how long I can take it anymore and I don't want to risk coming inside of you. I can't trust myself inside your pussy any longer. I pull out and before you know what's going on, I have my hand around your blonde ponytail.
My cock is rubbing all over your face, still wet and still glistening from your pussy. You're smart now. You don't try and bite. You don't try and resist. You just choke as you try and swallow all of my cock at once.
You clearly have never given a proper blow job. You've done that thing where the girl bobs a little bit over the head, barely reaching down the shaft. Really just jacking the guy off into her mouth than actually sucking him.
But that's not what you're doing now.
I've got you by the back of the head and I'm forcing you to take every last inch of me, even as saliva and snot runs down your face. You're coughing as I finally release you, doing the last couple of strokes myself like I've done a thousand times thinking about you, writing about you.
The first shot at you right in the eye, at least the part that doesn't go over your head entirely. I keep stroking and adjust my aim, making sure to land nearly every last drop all over a face that was once so well done and so perfectly polished. Now I get to watch cum splash over you. I watch as you turn your head and cough when another stream shoots down your throat. The rest of it. I smear on the left side of your face in gobs that seem to drip down.
One small spray even splashes down onto your tits.
`It's a perfect picture, and I reach into my pocket to take it, knowing I'm making evidence. But it is you, truly transformed. Your face smeared in my cum, your body ravaged by me. I can see drops of semen on your mouth, in your eyes as you squint, on your lips. You lick your lips, then wrinkle your nose in mock disgust.
"I'm going to leave you here. I think you know better than to open your mouth."
You nod vigorously
"Get comfy," My voice again, strangely confident. "It'll be a little while before I can find another phone. I'll send out a cab."
I make you use those panties to clean up my cum. Then I shove the thong in your mouth. Watching you chew the thin fabric coated with my semen, your cheeks puffed out like a chipmunk is almost the best part of the entire evening. I make you keep them in your mouth even as I got to the car. I didn't even need to look back in the mirror, I knew you hadn't dared to disobey me.
It had been a sleepless night. So many what-ifs? So many possibilities. I thought it was likely I would go to jail. And it wasn't that I didn't care. I just hadn't at the time. And still high from my first sexual encounter, I find myself too excited to do anything but get myself off again at what just happened, reliving every shape of your body.
This time my seed landed on my own body instead of painting you like my own masterpiece.
I didn't know when to expect the end. But nothing keeps happening. Each day that went by seems to confirm my safety. It seems unbelievable to see you in class, struggling through the exam, shaking whenever you looked at me.
I can't help but stare.
You turn in your test first and run out of the room.
So I'm surprised to see you waiting for me. Surprised that you're even able to talk to me.
"Do you..." You stammer. "Do you want to get together to study?" |
19,568 | Young Asian Girl Seeks Domination | 14Kink | NonConsent/Reluctance | 2012-02-04 | 2012-02-04 | 2022-01-01 15:50:00 | 1 | literotica.com | https://www.literotica.com/s/young-asian-girl-seeks-domination | Asian girl seeks a dominant man, but get more than expected. | ['Anal', 'Dominant Man', 'Facial', 'First Time'] | 4.11 | _Author's Note:_
This is a real story, occurred in early 2010 in Singapore. I hope you enjoy and please leave feedback. I will begin the next chapter in the ever evolving story.
*
It started as I was alone in my apartment in Singapore; I had nothing planned for the night and I was looking for some action. I browsed the local Craigslist postings and was immediately pleased to find a very intriguing post. The title of her posting was "Dominant Man" and it explained she wanted to know what it was like to explore her submissive side. No other information.
I promptly replied, half expecting a bogus post. Surprisingly I received an immediate response and it included her phone number which I called and within minutes we were talking. We quickly discussed meeting up; with Singapore being so small, she was not far away and agreed to jump into a cab and head straight over. Our plan was to meet in the shopping mall next to the apartment building. We exchanged a couple of texts and she told me she had arrived.
There she was, standing in front of the Zara store, she looked Chinese, a little chubby and was wearing a t-shirt and shorts, the t-shirt had a big teddy bear on the front, and she just so looked young and innocent. I walked up to her and said, "Hello, and come with me."
She just said, " Hi, I am June," and started to follow me.
As we walked I asked her how old she was... "18," she replied as we strolled to the apartment complex, passed through the security and into the lifts, we were alone for the first time.
"So what do you expect to happen when we get into my apartment?" I asked.
She went all coy, and responded that she did not really know, and I started to get excited about the opportunity that had presented it self to me. About the innocent girl that had turned up offering her body and mind to me and really was open to anything that occurred. It had all happened so quickly - from reading the post on Craigslist, to her arriving into my apartment was less than half an hour.
As I let her into the apartment and closed the door, she stopped in the foyer and I decided that it all needed to start there and then. I walked straight up to her and grabbed her head in one hand and a tit in the other, quickly kissing her forcefully and groping her tits, which were a nice size. I roughly pulled off her t-shirt and ordered her to take off the bra. She just stared at me, a little dazed, and then complied.
I pushed her to her knees and got her to undo my shorts; off they came and the boxers went onto the floor also, leaving her on her knees looking straight at my hard cock. "Suck it," I ordered and she leaned forward and took my cock in her mouth, starting to lick and suck I quickly grabbed the back of her head and started to brutally face fuck her. I could tell she had never experienced this before and looked really surprised when I pinched her nose closed and forced my cock into her throat.
There could've been nothing better than the sight of her face when she got less air into her body with her nose closed and her throat automatically opening up looking for air. And I shoved my cock further into her throat. I continued to face fuck her with little to no resistance - this girl was on her knees getting face fucked five short minutes after meeting me.
I pulled her to her feet and led her into the bedroom, where I got her to strip off everything else and pushed her onto the bed. She really looked both excited and fearfull what would happen next. Her big wide innocent eyes looked at me and you could just read in them the mixture of fear and excitement.
By this stage, I decided I wanted to move straight to fucking her and see how she handled a good power fuck, so I started by fingering her pussy and getting her ready. I found that she did not need much preparation as she was very wet. She was lying back and moaning and enjoying herself, when I pushed and pulled two fingers into her cunt.
She was spreading her legs, looking lustfully at me and I pulled my fingers out and grabbed a condom, getting ready to fuck her. I slowly rolled it on my cock while looking down at her face and body.
I looked down at her pussy, and back up at her face, where she had this nice expectant lusty look. I paused and slid my index finger back into her pussy, pulled it out and rubbed it around her small puckered ass. Her whole body froze when I touched her.
I asked, "Has anyone fucked your ass?"
She looked really worried and replied, "No, I have never been touched there."
I couldn't believe I had been given an anal virgin to play with.
I looked into her eyes as I said, "Anal virgin, well I will fix that right now, I am going to fuck your ass first, before I use your pussy."
I did not think her eyes could go wider and half expected her to try and run for the door, yet she just lay there and did not move, I worked one and then two fingers into her ass, lubricating her very tight opening, and when she started to whimper a little, I smiled getting very excited.
I decided that I was going to take her anal virginity, but I also wanted to watch her face, so I kept her lying on her back, pushed her knees back to her chest and put my cock at her virginal opening.
I started to push my cock into her tight ass, a little resistance at first but slowly and surely my cock started to work into her ass. It wasn't easy, however, and you could see her struggling with the new feeling of someone pushing into her. Finally my cock popped through and into her fully. Usually I would take it easy fucking a women's ass, but I just got started straight away and started to fuck her deep and hard.
As I was fucking her harder and hard, I started to talk to her at the same time, telling her that she had a great tight ass and I asked her with a chuckle if she expected one hour ago to be lying in a stranger's bed getting her ass fucked. I continued to fuck her ass hard and enjoy watching her face as she learnt what it is like to be an anal whore.
Eventually I pulled out and lay back on the bed, and she just looked at me blankly. "Ass to mouth, suck it." I commanded
And she immediately did, sucking and licking my condom covered cock that had just been in her ass. As this went on, her mobile phone started ringing, and kept ringing and ringing. I asked her who was so persistent to call so many times.
"My boyfriend that is his ring tone," She replied almost shyly. I laughed and asked her about the boyfriend, found out he was tame and hopeless in bed, but only the second person she ever had sex with.
I changed over to a new condom and lined up her pussy. Time for the third man ever to start fucking her pussy, I thought as I pulled her legs up over my shoulders and entered her pussy with one swift stroke and started to pound away. Her mobile continued to ring away, and I laughed at the thought of her pathetic boyfriend calling and calling her, while I was fucking her into the bed. I had her moaning and she started to cum on my cock as I pounded away. She threw her head back in orgasmic bliss as she came in waves with a good hard fuck.
I was enjoying the tight pussy and the bouncing tits and I started to feel my balls tighten and slowed down a little. I asked, "Have you always been a good girl and practiced safe sex?"
"Yes, my boyfriend always wears a condom, always!" She replied.
"Are you on the pill girl?" I asked forcefully.
She meekly answered, "No."
I slowly pulled out of her pussy and she stared at my cock while I pulled off the condom and then I pushed my cock back into her...."I think it is time to make you pregnant, you will enjoy having my child," I stated loudly.
Once again her eyes went really wide, and she just looked at me and said, "I don't want to get pregnant, please..."
Ignoring her words, I just continued to pump her tight pussy and I knew she would be full of my cum very soon, which I told her. She looked very worried and was really enjoying the mind fuck I was giving her. I slammed my cock into her at high speed working up to blowing my load in her. I continued to pound away with no resistance at all, and groaned and shot a massive load into her pussy.
I continued to slowly pump in and out of her pussy as I held her knees towards her head and enjoyed the feeling of her pussy full of my cum. I held her there and asked her how it felt to be full of my cum, as she looked up and said, "Scary," which brought another laugh from me.
I eventually pulled out of her and some cum dripped from her pussy, I scooped it up and fed it into her mouth, and she quickly licked it up. I moved my cock to her mouth and she cleaned that up also, licking and sucking my cock. I thought to myself, ' this girl is a quick learner.'
I got off the bed and walked back to the foyer; her phone was still ringing, but with longer periods between calls. I picked up her bag and grabbed the phone... 34 missed calls and 5 texts. I walked back to the bedroom and showed her the phone.
"He will be so pissed!" She cried, "Oh, it was him and Yenny calling also." So I asked who Yenny was. She was her best friend from University she explained to me.
I took the phone off her and pushed her back on the bed, I slid my cock into her pussy again and pushed the green call button to ring Yenny. Sure enough this sweet sounding Asian girl answered the phone.
"Hello June, why have you ignored my calls?" Yenny asked.
I told her this was not June, but a guy she had just met, and I asked Yenny about herself a little and chatted about June and how she is such a nice girl.
I then handed the phone over to June and commanded her to tell Yenny everything that had happened, which she started to do. All I could hear was Yenny occasionally yell out, "OMG" or "I can't believe that".
I could see that June was both embarrassed and proud when telling Yenny what had happened. I pulled my cock out of June's pussy and slid it back into her ass, until she whimpered again and I could hear Yenny asking what was going on.
I told June to tell her and she meekly said, "He just starting fucking my ass again,"
Yenny yelled out again and June looked very embarrassed. I told her to hang up and started really trying to fuck her ass as hard as possible and because I had already cum, I was going to be able to last much longer
Eventually, after pounding her ass with little to no mercy, I pulled out and climbed up the bed, positioning my cock over her face..."Ever had a facial?"
I should have known the answer would be no, but it was great to hear her say it, knowing that I was about to cum on her face. I worked my cock and pointed at her face and shot my second load of the right into her right eye socket, hair and mouth, enough cum to close her eye nicely. I let her suck on my cock and clean it off and then sent her to the shower to clean up.
Eventually June emerged from the shower looking well fucked and a little stunned about what she had just done. I told her to get dressed and led her out to the foyer for her clothes.
Once dressed, I sent her on her way, with a final comment, "June, I had a vasectomy three years ago, you will not be pregnant. You have my email and mobile number, call me if you want to be dominated further."
June just said," Thanks for the night," and then left. |
19,569 | Young Boss Becomes Unwilling Model | Barefan | NonConsent/Reluctance | 2019-11-19 | 2020-03-13 | 2022-01-01 15:50:01 | 15 | literotica.com | https://www.literotica.com/s/young-boss-becomes-unwilling-model- ch-00-01 | 1. Office ladies turn tables on boss. 2. Tim's situation gets worse! 3. Office women's scheme develops. 4. Shawna takes Tim's street clothes. 5. The office women ogle their boss. 6. The boss' exposure is about to get worse... 7. His female audience gets much larger... 8. The waitresses plot against Tim. 9. The cute waitresses make their move... 10. Tim has a mortifying wardrobe malfunction. 11. Tim finds himself bottomless in a crowd or horny females. 12. Horny females take advantage of Tim's humiliating exposure. 13. Shawna fools gullible Tim into thinking she's trying to help. 14. Tim's youngest employee appears to witness his humiliation. 15. Tim's embarrassment ends... but for how long? | ['Femdom', 'Non-Con', 'Noncon', 'Office', 'Office Sex'] | 4.36 | Prologue
Tim Johnson had been feeling pretty happy with himself. Six months after he'd opened his company's new advertising office, his work pipeline was picking up nicely. He'd hired a slim, pretty 22-year old blonde named Julie as his receptionist, and soon added three more women in their early to mid 20s as his sales force. Brunettes Anna and Kaitlyn and petite Asian Mei were all recent college graduates in advertising, and they were all smart and ambitious, if inexperienced and a little naive. This was their first real job, and they were all eager to please their handsome new boss.
Tim had to admit that although they were all legitimate, credible hires on the merits, their looks had also played an important role in getting them their jobs. Social skills and attractiveness went a long way in advertising, and Tim was a charming, single guy, enjoying his first taste of the perks of a rising star in the company, one of which was the ability to surround himself with pretty young employees.
He had slowly created a culture in the workplace in which he flirted with and teased his employees. He had gotten them to dress a little sexier, and instituted a semi-serious "discipline" program that involved his administering some playful swats to the adorable behinds of his employees, along with some sales competitions that involved embarrassing "punishments" for the girl who lost. The young women had mixed but mostly positive feelings about their new workplace environment. They all had quasi crushes on their boss, and they were at least partly flattered at his flirtatious interest in playfully exposing and "punishing" them.
On the other hand, each of them had begun to wish that the playing field were a little more even with their boss. After a long work week and maybe a few too many after-dinner drinks, the four of them had joked about trying to get Mr. Johnson involved in one of their sales competitions. The consensus was that they would very much like to see him on the receiving end of some "punishments" of his own.
Then, one week ago, Tim had run into a classic case of "good news/bad news." The good news was that he'd just landed a big account with an up-and-coming maker of athletic clothing for serious bicyclists; Cycle-Wear was co-owned by a small team of women who had been Olympic-level cyclists ten years ago, and Tim had been wooing them for two months. He'd really laid on the charm, and beat out some stiff competition to sign them as his first new clients since he was allowed to open his new branch office.
The bad news was that a new VP of marketing had been hired to be his boss, and she turned out to be an ex-girlfriend of his from college, Shawna Green. Their romantic chemistry had been off the charts, but after a short relationship, they had a serious misunderstanding. Shawna had felt ill-used, and broke up with Tim, and though they'd both missed each other, neither of them had taken the initiative to reach out to the other. Until now, 10 years later, when Shawna was introduced at a corporate meeting as Tim's new boss.
Things were awkward between them at first, but after a few days, they seemed to have let bygones be bygones, and resolved to work together with no animosity. But what Tim didn't know was that Shawna had never completely gotten over him, and she saw their re-connecting as a case of karma. She recognized that Tim's landing of the Cycle-Wear contract might give her the opportunity to get a little payback from her old boyfriend. And maybe have a little fun with him, too.
The CEO of the advertising firm had said that since Shawna and Tim were going to be working together, he wanted the two of them to have an informal meet- and-greet with the owners of Cycle Wear. The four ladies who ran the sportswear company had only been in contact with Tim so far, so it made sense to have Shawna meet them, schmooze a little, and let them see how happy she was that charming young Tim had won the ladies' trust.
The women had created a fun work routine at their shop, which included quitting at noon on Fridays and going for a long bike ride together. They had developed a routine of a segmented ride that took much of the afternoon, with stops for drinks and munchies at several of their favorite restaurants and bars along the way.
Shawna knew that Tim was an avid bicyclist, as was she. So she called Cycle- Wear, and arranged to meet up with the ladies at the last bar on their ride that Friday.
Then she went on to Cycle-Wear's website and placed an overnight order for one of their women's cycling outfits for her, and one of the men's for Tim. She got them in matching colors. She guessed at Tim's size, and was about to hit the order button when a naughty thought occurred to her. She skipped back a screen, and slid down the "size" boxes. One spot. Then, grinning, she skipped down one more size, and clicked to the checkout cart.
Part 1
Tim took the phone call around lunchtime on Friday. Shawna said, "Hi Tim. I just wanted to let you know that we're on with the Cycle-Wear people after work. Did you bring your bike with you?"
"Yes. What time are we meeting them?"
"Their usual Friday afternoon ride ends around 5:00. I'll pick you up at 4. And I'm bringing a surprise for you!" Tim would have felt a chill go up his spine if he'd seen Shawna's evil grin as she hung up the phone.
At 4:00 sharp, Shawna came through the front door. She was wearing her cycling outfit: stylish, snug-fitting shorts, a matching, lightweight undershirt, and a jersey-style shirt that came down to the tops of her thighs. She carried a biking helmet, and a paper bag. "Hello girls," she called out. "Mr. Johnson and I are going to meet with the Cycle-Wear people today, to celebrate our new deal with them. I want to thank all of you for your good work in landing that client!"
The girls all chattered happily for a few minutes, basking in the big boss' compliments. They had started to make small talk when Tim heard them, and came out of his office.
"There's the man I wanted to see," Shawna called out, smiling at him eagerly. She held the bag in her hand up a bit. "I told you that I had a surprise for you. Let me show it to you in your office!" She bounced past Tim and through his office door. The office girls looked at him curiously, but Tim just smiled and shrugged his shoulders. "I don't know any more than you do."
He followed Shawna into his office, where she was emptying the contents of her bag onto his desk. "You probably want to close that door," she called over her shoulder. Tim closed it and walked to his desk. Shawna said, "You've got your bike helmet here, right?"
"Yes," Tim said. "And some riding clothes."
"You won't need them," Shawna said, turning with a big grin. "We need to show up to this meeting in Cycle-Wear clothes, to impress our new clients. I took the liberty of ordering an outfit for each of us. Here's yours." She held out two brightly colored pieces of black-and-yellow cloth.
Tim took them skeptically, looking at them and weighing them in his hands. "This doesn't look like much fabric," he said, a note of worry creeping into his voice.
"Didn't you expect that, silly?" Shawna said, with no worry at all in her voice. "I mean, you've just landed Cycle-Wear as our client, so I know that you know their brand characteristics. Their stuff is made out of lightweight, space-age materials. It wicks moisture away from the body. It's form-fitting, and very stretchable. You worked on those talking points yourself."
"I know," Tim said, holding up each piece. "But this shirt looks pretty tight. And I think you must have made a mistake with the shorts. These can't be my size!"
"Nonsense," Shawna said. "Just put them on, and you'll see. I'm sure they'll look great on you."
"I don't know," Tim said. "They're not really my style. I like lightweight materials, but I usually ride in looser stuff."
"Not any more you don't, Mister," Shawna said. "Not after you landed the Cycle-Wear account. From now on, you're going to be a walking billboard for their brand!" She walked to his wall, and went from one window to another, closing the blinds. "Now get changed. I want to get enough of a ride in that we can show up at our meeting looking like we're serious cyclists."
"I can't change in here!" Tim said.
"Sure you can," Shawna said, and then grinned at him again. "There's a lock on your door, isn't there?"
"Yeah, but—" Tim began, but Shawna cut him off. She put her hands on her hips, and her infuriating smile got wider. "What? Are you afraid that I'm going to wait until you've stripped down to your skivvies, and then burst in here and catch you with your pants down?"
"No!" Tim spat, aware even as he said it that he sounded like a bratty kid. "Fine! He stalked over to the door, steered her out, and closed and locked it behind her. He quickly checked all of the blinds to see that they were completely closed, then turned back to his desk, and started unbuttoning his shirt.
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19,570 | Young Boss Takes Advantage | Barefan | NonConsent/Reluctance | 2020-03-23 | 2020-07-27 | 2022-01-01 15:50:11 | 10 | literotica.com | https://www.literotica.com/s/young-boss-takes-advantage | 1. Tim Johnson learns how gullible his first female employee is. 2. Tim explores Julia's submissive boundaries. 3. Tim's friend speeds up Julie's embarrassment. 4. Julie has mixed feelings about her boss' discipline. 5. Julie pays for more mistakes. 6. Mia wants a job, but will she accept spankings to get one? 7. Julie and Mia sabotage each other. 8. Julie and Mia get each other in more trouble. 9. Mia and Julie get simultaneous, humiliating punishments. 10. Two more women are hired, and experience office discipline. | ['Boss', 'Cmnf', 'Enf', 'Mdom', 'Naive', 'Older Man', 'Younger Woman'] | 4.2 | Young Boss Takes Advantage of Office Girls, Parts 1 & 2
This story is a prequel to "Young Boss Becomes Unwilling Model." In that CFNM story, Tim Johnson's female employees turned the tables on him, getting him progressively less clothed.
This story takes place several months earlier, when Tim still had the upper hand over the women in the office...
Part 1
None of it would have happened if Julie hadn't been so cute or so gullible, or if Tim hadn't been so horny. He was basically a nice guy, and he wouldn't normally have been the type to take advantage of a young woman.
If only Julie hadn't been so cute. And so gullible.
She showed up early for her first day at her new job. At 22 years old and a recent college graduate, the art history major had been surprised to find that employers weren't lined up to hire art historians. A college recruiter had suggested otherwise, and she'd believed him. Unfortunately, that kind of mistaken judgment was not uncommon for Julie. She was smart in some ways, but her best friends knew that she'd always been more than a little naive.
A petite blonde with cornflower blue eyes, Julie was a very pretty girl. She had a lean, athletic build, with medium sized, firm breasts, a narrow waist and slender legs. The boys who had been in school with her -- and more than a few of her teachers -- had agreed that her best feature was her bottom. It was pert, round and perhaps just a little too prominent, given her slender frame.
Right now it was encased in a snug, fairly short gray skirt. She wore nylons, medium-height heels and a crisp white shirt, open at the neck to reveal the tanned skin at her throat. She'd pulled her blonde hair back into a ponytail, which gave her a young, innocent look.
Her new boss, Tim Johnson, turned the corner and prepared to unlock the door of his small advertising office. He had worked his way into middle-management at a large company, and a month ago he had been given a promotion and the opportunity to start this small, satellite office. He expected that he would staff up over the next 3 months or so, with a goal of managing a 5 or 6 employee work force by the end of the year.
He smiled when he saw Julie beside the door. "Well, hello Julie. You're here early."
"Yes, Mr. Johnson. I couldn't wait to get started."
"I like that," he said, unlocking the door. At 35, he was still single, having just come out of a long-term, serious relationship. He had hired Julie based on first impressions. She was smart, pretty, and personable, and very eager to please. He needed an assistant, and her job wouldn't be overly challenging, mostly clerical work, keeping his schedule and running a few errands.
He opened the door and waved her inside, content to follow behind her. Her blonde ponytail bobbed playfully, and her behind swayed delightfully in her snug skirt.
"Let's get started," he said, happier than ever that he'd hired her.
The morning was pretty much routine. Tim showed Julie the ropes: these files go in that cabinet, this is how you transfer a call, the supplies are kept in this closet, this is how your computer is configured, etc.
Things first began to get interesting shortly before noon. Julie brought Tim a cup of coffee, and as she put it on his desk she spilled some of it. "Oh, I'm so sorry," she said, flustered. She looked around her in a mild panic, until Tim retrieved a napkin from a desk drawer. She took it from him, blushing, and cleaned up the spill.
"I'm so sorry," she repeated.
"I'll have to rap your knuckles for that," he joked, pulling out a ruler and holding it up, smiling.
"W- what do you mean?" she asked.
"You weren't raised Catholic, were you?" he said. She looked confused and shook her head. "Whenever a Catholic student made a mistake, the nuns would whack them on the knuckles with a ruler." He pantomimed the action.
"Oh," Julie said, a small frown on her pretty face. She dabbed up the last off the coffee, and tossed the wet napkin in the trash basket. She turned back to him, her eyes never rising about his midsection, and held out her hands, knuckles up.
"What are you—" he began, then stopped. Did this girl not realize he'd been joking with her? After a few seconds passed, and she never looked up or cracked a smile, he saw that she didn't. A thought occurred to him.
He raised the ruler, and gave Julie's knuckles a very light tap, first on the right hand, then on the left. "There you are. I always go easy on my employees for a first offense."
Julie dropped her hands and gave him a grateful look. "Thank you, Mr. Johnson."
"You can call me Tim, remember."
"Sorry."
"That's okay." He thought for a second, then waggled a finger at her playfully. "That doesn't count as a second offense, which is lucky for you."
"Why?" she said, with the same serious, slightly worried expression. "What happens for a second offense?"
The idea came to him in a flash, and he almost didn't say it. But he arched an eyebrow, and figured that he'd give it a try, and if she seemed offended, he could play it off as a joke. "I use this ruler on your tush instead of your knuckles."
The attractive blonde's expression was hilarious. Her mouth dropped open in shock, and she instinctively put both hands behind her, as if she was protecting her derriere from a threat. "Oh. Um. I- I -- I wouldn't want that."
Wow! Was this girl really that gullible?! If he could just keep a straight face for another moment...
"No, you don't," Tim said. "But you don't have to worry, because I'm sure that you've learned your lesson."
"Yes," she said quickly, blushing a little, "I have." She pointed vaguely over her shoulder. "I guess I'll just... get back... to work." When Tim smiled blandly at her, she turned and scurried from the room.
Tim watched her go, his eyes riveted on the wriggling motion under her gray skirt. Wow. Did he dare? Surely she wouldn't let him...
After a long moment's contemplation, he realized that he was smiling, and that he had an erection. He turned and sat back at his desk, his mind racing.
Part 2
When Julie left Tim's office, she was afraid that she was going to hyperventilate.
She really needed this job, and Mr. Johnson seemed like he was going to be a nice boss, and she had been mortified at spilling his coffee. She almost welcomed his little story about Catholic school, and lightly rapping her knuckles with the ruler, because it gave her a chance to make up for her mistake.
But what he said about a second offense! It had caught her so much by surprise that an image had flashed into her mind of her standing by his desk, her back to him, while he raised his arm to bring his ruler down on her butt! That mortifying thought paralyzed her, and she didn't even know what she'd said before she'd escaped his office.
Now, sitting at her desk, she replayed the conversation. He couldn't be serious. Right? All of her life she'd been teased because she was so gullible and easy to prank, and she wondered if this was one of those times. He had to be joking! Of course he was. He'd probably never even bring it up again, or if he did, he would laugh about it, and she'd know that it was just a silly, offhand joke.
She went back to work, trying to reassure herself, but with a little, uneasy doubt nibbling at her thoughts.
She was very careful for the rest of the day, and as 5:00 o'clock rolled around, she was relieved that her first day at her new job was over, and all without a "second offense." She popped in to her boss' office. "Mr. Johnson, if you don't need me to do anything else, I'm going to head home."
Tim smiled at her. "I'm good. Congratulations on a very fine first day, Julie." He thought quickly, wanting to plant one last thought in her pretty head. "I'm glad we were able to leave Mr. Ruler in the desk this afternoon."
"Ugh!" Tim thought. "Mr. Ruler?!" Could he have said anything more corny?
But just as he began to chastise himself, he noticed the instant blush and cute little frown on Julie's face. "Y- yes... well... me too. See you tomorrow."
His petite blonde employee turned and practically ran away from his office, giving him one last chance to contemplate her shapely rump, wiggling across the room in full retreat. As she closed the front door behind her, he began to plot ways to take advantage of Julie's tempting combination of eagerness to please and naivete.
That night, Julie lay awake in her bed, playing Tim's words over and over in her head. He had been joking. He had to be! He seemed like a very nice man, and very professional, and professional men didn't go around whacking their female employees' butts with rulers! It was ridiculous! He was only joking. But as she was falling asleep, she found that her nipples were erect, as she replayed Tim's words.
Across town, Tim lay awake just like Julie had, except that he was playing her reactions and words over and over in his head. The way she'd submissively held her knuckles out for him to swat. The way she'd blushed and stammered when he had described the consequences of a second offense. He reached his hand under the covers, and began to stroke himself as he contemplated traps to lay for his innocent, young employee.
On Tuesday morning, Julie was waiting for him early, again. She had slept well, except that she woke up before her alarm, rattled by a strange dream. She'd been sitting at her desk outside of Mr. Johnson's office. Everything was normal, except that when he called her to his office and she stood up, she realized that she'd forgotten to wear her skirt or panties. She was bottomless in the office! She woke up in a light sweat, and she somehow managed to blush her way through a shower and halfway through breakfast.
"Good morning, Julie," Tim said, opening the door again. Once again he followed his attractive employee into the office. Today she was wearing a cream-colored skirt under a dark blue shirt. He noticed that the skirt was once again very snug around her derriere, but he knew why: with that small, slender frame, a skirt that fits at her small waist is going to necessarily be tight around her generous behind.
As he settled in at his desk and turned his computer on, he asked Julie to put some coffee on. A few minutes later, she came through his door, carefully carrying a steaming cup. He couldn't help but smile at the pretty frown of concentration on her face, her thoughts absolutely transparent: "I will NOT spill the coffee this time!"
As she placed the cup on his desk, she triumphantly announced, "Here's your coffee, Mr. Johnson."
Tim grinned and wagged his finger at her. "Uh uh uh." He turned to his desk and retrieved the ruler from the top drawer. "What did we say you should call me?"
Julie looked crestfallen, and that adorable blush of hers suddenly colored her cheeks. "Tim." She lowered her head just a bit, and before Tim could say anything, she raised her hands and held them out in front of her.
"Excellent!" Tim thought. Once again he lightly rapped first one hand and then the other. "Okay, Julie, that's a first offense first thing in the morning. You'll have to be on your best behavior for the rest of the day."
His tone was purposefully light, but he was delighted at her reaction. She dropped her hands and nodded her head. "Yes sir. I mean... Tim." She retreated from the room, and Tim grinned and looked at his watch. It was 10 minutes after 8:00. Julie would not be able to be mistake-free for the next 7 hours and 50 minutes. He was going to take one more little step, and test exactly how gullible his new employee was.
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19,571 | Young Boss Tricked & Exposed | Barefan | NonConsent/Reluctance | 2020-08-04 | 2021-10-31 | 2022-01-01 15:50:19 | 31 | literotica.com | https://www.literotica.com/s/young-boss-tricked-and-exposed- ch-01-02 | 1. A new contract promises Tim control over the girls again. 2. Tim's team pitches their first sexy ad ideas. 3. The ads might be more risque than first thought. 4. During the first ad shoot, Tim enjoys himself too much. 5. Tim enjoys the second ad, but for how much longer? 6. The focus group loves the ads, but there's a twist... 7. The female researchers pull the rug out from under poor Tim. 8. The office women prepare Tim for his humiliating debut. 9. Tim is forced onto the ladder, and loses his pants. 10. The office women witness a suddenly bottomless Tim. 11. The office girls push their blushing boss a little further. 12. The ladies enjoy the first scenes of Tim's racy, internet ad. 13. As the first ad shoot is complete, Tim is totally exposed. 14. The ladies supervise the start of Tim's second ad shoot. 15. The girls relieve Tim of his shorts. repeatedly. 16. Tim gets tricked out of his jockstrap. 17. Tim has his big shower scene. 18. Tim finally loses his last stitch of clothing... 19. A focus group prepares to see Tim's revealing ads... 20. The focus group girls love Tim's embarrassing ads! 21. Tim gets manipulated into a new trap... 22. Focus group girls start working on Tim. 23. The focus group girls get the upper hand over Tim. 24. Focus group girls get total control. 25. Tim tries to recover from his humiliation by the focus group. 26. Tim turns the tables on Pam. 27. Tim makes Pam's naughty butt pay the price. 28. Tim turns the table on his 4 pretty employees. 29. The guys are in control, and the girls are worried. 30. The girls' predicament worsens, and the guys appreciate it. 31. The girls lose more clothes, while the guys happily watch. | ['Cfnm', 'Non-Con', 'Noncon', 'Office', 'Office Sex', 'Young Boss Tricked & Exposed Ch. 01-02'] | 4.23 | Note: This story takes place immediately after the events that happened in "Young Boss Becomes Unwilling Model." It's going to start out a little slowly while I set up the situation that will drive the plot, but I hope the wait will be worth it.
Prologue
Tim left the office that Monday nervous and unsettled. After the mortifying events of Friday night, his world had been turned upside down. Just last Thursday, he had been the undisputed king of his own small kingdom. Yes, he had a boss at his ad agency's main headquarters - an old flame named Shawna - but he had been given the chance to open his own satellite ad office.
He'd hired a pretty blonde secretary named Julie, and three equally pretty ad reps - petite, Asian Mia, a tanned brunette named Kaitlyn, and a fair-skinned brunette named Anna. He'd been able to establish a professional yet playful atmosphere in the office, and most amazingly, a discipline policy that allowed him to respond to any mistakes his employees might make with a series of escalating "punishments," that eventually resulted in bare bottomed spankings for them.
It was a single, professional male's dream come true!
And then Friday happened. First Shawna showed up and maneuvered him into wearing a mortifyingly tight cycling outfit in front of his pretty young employees. Then bad went to much worse, when - in a meeting in front of a female-owned client company and what seemed like 100 other female witnesses - he had a disastrous wardrobe malfunction that exposed him completely.
He was grateful that Shawna did her best to help him as he was pawed and groped by the horde of horny women around him, but at the same time, he hated that his boss had seen him in that state of cringing nudity. Not to mention his employee Mia, who showed up at the worst possible time, and also saw her boss totally exposed.
He'd spent a miserable weekend fearing the worst: that Shawna or Mia - or both! - would have told his other employees about his naked embarrassment, so that he'd be a laughing stock in his own office. But toward the end of that Monday, Mia had come in to his office to assure him that she wouldn't tell his other employees about his horrifying experience on Friday night.
Just as he was getting ready to leave for the day, he got the email from Shawna that he'd been dreading. His palms were actually clammy when he forced himself to open the email. But her message had also been a relief: "Tim, I'm sorry about what happened to you on Friday. I'm sure that you'd like to forget about it, so please don't worry that I'm going to tell anyone what happened. I want you to succeed in your new office, and I think it would be best if we kept that between us. For what it's worth, I know that the Cycle Wear ladies feel bad for you, but they've assured me that they'd love to continue working with you in the future. Also, I don't know if this will make you feel any better, but I don't think you've got anything to be ashamed about. Shawna"
After the last sentence she put in a winking smiley face emoji.
When he'd read the email, Tim blew out a long breath that he hadn't known that he'd been holding, and let his head slowly fall to his keyboard. As humiliated as he felt, that was probably the best he could have hoped for.
For the next several days, Tim was on edge at the office. He was desperate for some time to pass, and to get back to feeling normal again, but while the regular office routines were going on around him, he felt paranoid.
On the surface, his employees continued to behave mostly as they had before. They called him "Mr. Johnson," and they did what they asked him to do, updating him on clients they were pursing, and giving progress reports on current clients whenever he asked for them. Julie continued to bring his coffee and answer phone calls and take messages.
But it seemed like they often had faint smiles on their faces, and once in a while when he asked them a question, they would startle a bit, like they had been distracted. Sometimes when he walked through the main office and two or more of them had been in there talking, they'd go quiet for a minute.
He thought that he'd caught both Julie and Anna running their eyes over him when they hadn't noticed he was looking, and he was certain that he'd caught Kaitlyn checking out his ass when he turned quickly to retrieve a message that Julie had said came in for him. Mia had definitely given him the once over when he wore a new shirt on Wednesday, and said, "Looking good," with what almost amounted to a wink!
He thought he might be going crazy. Nothing was obvious enough for him to be sure, and after Friday, he couldn't blame himself for feeling paranoid.
He noticed several of the young women make mistakes around the office, but he found himself overlooking them. Last week he would have playfully called them out, and swatted their hands with his ruler, starting the countdown to a more embarrassing spanking over their skirts, and then their panties, and finally on the bare.
But now he felt uncertain. What if he identified a mistake, but the offender stood up to him? He knew instinctively that he wasn't likely to swat Mia anytime soon; he needed her silence to preserve what little dignity he still had after last week. But if he overlooked Mia's mistakes while punishing the other young women, wouldn't that look suspicious?
The vibe in the office had subtly but definitely shifted, and Tim was feeling desperate to find a solution that would allow him to restore the previous pecking order, and his control over his desirable employees.
That solution presented itself to him on Thursday morning, when Shawna called him with the possibility of landing a new and lucrative client.
Part 1
As soon as Tim answered the phone, he could tell that Shawna was excited. "I've got an opportunity that might turn into your next big break, Tim."
"Okay," Tim said, cautiously. His largest client to date was Cycle Wear, and what he'd gone through with those clients triggered some anxiousness verging on anxiety. "Tell me about it."
"It's a large, multi-national company made up several dozen larger companies, acquired over the last 20 years through a chain of mergers and acquisitions. One of the units under their umbrella manufactures all kinds of grooming products for men and women. A team within that unit has come up with a body spray for men that has tested off the charts. But while they think they've got a winning product on their hands, they're not sure how to market it. They've talked to some of the biggest agencies around, but apparently they haven't liked what they've seen so far, because they contacted us yesterday."
"And you're giving this to me?" Tim asked.
"The team leaders are named Kurt and Danielle, and they asked for you specifically. They liked what you've done for Cycle Wear, and they see their product as appealing to a similar demographic: young, active, energetic.
This could be big, Tim."
"What's the time line?"
"That's just it. They really want to push this, so I agreed to have them come to your office this afternoon for a meeting."
"This afternoon? That's awfully short notice."
"I know, but I didn't want to put them off. Clean off whatever you had on your schedule for this afternoon, and do the same for your new hires. I'll be there with them at 1:30, so get everyone prepared to make a good first impression."
As soon as he was off the phone, Tim stepped out into the main office space and called everyone together. He told them all what little he knew: a potentially huge client is coming here with Ms. Green at 1:30 today. Re- schedule anything on your books today, and let's get the conference room ready.
Everyone was excited. Kaitlyn and Anna were brand new hires, and even Mia and Julie hadn't been there long. By 1:30 they were lined up in the office, all smiles and looking their best.
Shawna led the clients into the outer office, and Tim stepped up and shook their hands, then introduced his team, including Julie, who asked what everyone wanted to drink. Tim led them into the conference room, and they made small talk for a few minutes while everyone got settled, and Julie brought in some tea, coffee and bottled water.
Kurt and Danielle were both in their late 30s, fit and attractive. They were both dressed a little more formally than business casual. Kurt had dark hair cut short, and Danielle was a blonde with shoulder length hair, and they both had the tans of tennis instructors, or people who looked like tennis instructors. They had the unmistakable air of up-and-comers.
Kurt opened the discussion. "We've developed a body spray for men that we are very excited about. We've got chemists and fragrance specialists and bottle and packaging designers, and they've worked very hard on this. And it's paid off! In our double-blind testing, this product has scored higher than any in the history of our company."
Shawna, Tim and his team looked suitably impressed. Tim said, "Do you have a name for it?"
Kurt said, "Naked Attraction."
Mia said, "Ooh, I like the sound of that," and everyone around the table laughed.
Tim said, "So you've got a great product, and a strong name. But Ms. Green tells me that you haven't found an agency yet." He let the implied question hang in the air.
Danielle leaned forward. "Nobody has had any great ideas how to market it, and we can understand why. This market has been growing rapidly for the last 20 years or more, to the point where several competitors have dominant positions. Their advertising has been mostly unimaginative, usually a variation on a couple of themes."
Kurt ticked them off on his fingers. "Good-looking guys hanging around a bar or a baseball field or a gym, putting on the spray as a male-bonding ritual. Good-looking guys putting on the spray, and getting tons of flirtation and compliments from hot women. Good-looking guy puts on the spray, and his girlfriend notices and starts cuddling with him."
"All the usual clichés," Danielle says. "Which doesn't matter that much for the established players: their products are known, and they don't have to get a lot of buzz going."
"But we do," Kurt said. "We're looking for a fresh approach, something that will really get a lot of attention."
"Do you have a theme, or specific ideas that you'd like us to work with?" Tim asked.
"We have a tone," Danielle said, "and Kurt has a theme." The way she said it implied that she wasn't thrilled with Kurt's theme.
Kurt looked at her for just a moment, and Tim recognized that the two of them had some kind of rivalry going on. Then Kurt said, "The tone is light-hearted and playful."
"Self-deprecating," Danielle said. "Not like the usual alpha-male approach that can come across as arrogant. Super confident jocks and young rich guys and male model types have been done to death."
"That's why we wanted to go with a more 'everyman' approach. We want people who don't look models or actors. They'll be good looking, of course, but they'll be boy-or-girl-next-door good looking. They'll come across as people you might actually know, or see every day on the street."
"That's an interesting tone," Shawna said. "But what's the theme?"
Kurt jumped in quickly. "When the average guy puts on Naked Attraction, the actual, real women around him find him irresistible. They immediately start vying for his attention. They start flirting with him, unbuttoning an extra button on their blouses, tugging their skirts a little shorter. Maybe we could have a few sexy gags, where these everyday women try to playfully or "accidentally" expose themselves to him."
Tim liked the idea, but he could tell that the women on his team were cooler to it. Of course more aggressively feminist Anna was the first one to speak. "Isn't that a little like the old 1960s, sexist advertising, where women did everything they could to sexualize and objectify themselves for the guy who was a cookie-cutter, James Bond or Matt Helm type?"
Tim glanced around the room. Danielle had a little frown that told him that she had made a very similar objection herself. Shawna looked a little displeased with Anna - you never insult the client! - but her frozen half- smile told Tim that she didn't disagree, either.
Kurt pivoted quickly. "No, you're right, that old dinosaur sexist stuff is not what we're talking about at all. Again, our male actors will not be impossibly suave, James Bond types, and our females will not be degrading themselves. It will all be playful and tongue-in-cheek, and done with a wink that tells the audience that we are playing with those old themes, not taking them seriously."
Tim saw that Julie and Kaitlyn were nodding slightly; Kurt had moved them to the good side of neutral, at least for the moment. But Anna and Danielle weren't convinced.
Anna said, "I really love the idea, but I'm wondering about one thing." (Tim noted that Anna was savvy enough to butter up the client with a false compliment, but he wasn't sure if it worked.)
"What's that?" Kurt said.
"If the idea is that your product makes men irresistible to women, wouldn't it make more sense for the women to try to tear the man's clothes off, instead of tearing their own clothes off?"
Tim noticed that Danielle was slightly nodding, and Kurt's exasperated response told him that this very question had come up before. "Of course, if these ads were exercises in psychological realism, you'd be right. But they're not! They're fantasies!"
"But don't you think that women fantasize too? And they wouldn't fantasize about exposing themselves to—"
"Yes," Kurt interrupted. "But we're not selling to women. Our target audience is males between 15-24, so we need to get inside their heads, and appeal to their fantasies."
Tim saw that Anna - and Danielle, he intuited - was not happy with that answer. But she also couldn't argue with it. It was advertising 101: find out what your audience wants, and sell it to them.
That gave Tim an idea. When Shawna asked a logistical question, Tim started sketching a few notes on a yellow pad.
Shawna said, "So what kind of a campaign do you envision? Will this be a national push?"
Danielle said, "Hopefully, eventually. But we're thinking a small regional campaign first, with 3 different ads. We'd like to shoot a pilot version of each of them, and do a little small-group focus testing for a handful of people who represent our target demographic. If we like what we see in the focus testing, we roll out a 3-5 week regional campaign, with each ad airing for 7-10 days before being replaced with the next ad in the series."
"We'd like to get started as soon as we can," Kurt said. "If the regional campaign gets a good response, we'd love to go national in time for the start of summer."
"That's really a tight timeline," Shawna said, looking to Tim, but seeing that he was still scribbling on his yellow pad. "Would our first step to be to prepare a few preliminary pitches for the initial three ads?"
Danielle and Kurt looked at each other, and fidgeted a little. Danielle said, "We were hoping that you might come up with a few ideas to show us... tomorrow?"
Shawna whistled softly, and the three new ad reps looked startled. "That fast?"
"We know it's a lot to ask," Danielle said, "but we've talked to a lot of agencies, and none of them have panned out. Time is starting to get very tight, and—"
"I've got an idea," Tim said, looking up from his yellow pad. He saw that everyone looked at him in surprise. "Not necessarily for the three ads yet, of course," he said, scrambling. "But I have a wrinkle that might bring some quick attention."
Kurt said, "Shoot."
"You said that you didn't want actors or models who look like actors or models. What if we actually did that? We could hire actual, non-professional, everyday people. Good-looking, as you said, but not pros. It's risky, but we could get some instant buzz if we let people know that our commercials that were on the way would feature sexy, funny situations, but with no actors."
Tim looked around him, and saw that everyone was thinking it over, which he took as a good sign.
Kurt spoke first. "It is risky, as you said, but that could pay off. It would get some attention before the first ad even aired."
"But the downside is," Danielle said, "what if the boys and girls next door can't act, and are terrible? We'd need to do pretty extensive casting call to be sure we didn't get a bunch of stiffs."
Shawna jumped in. "But the casting calls would be another way to build buzz. I'm sure a lot of people would try out, and everyone who even thought about doing that would be curious about whoever eventually won the job."
"But that might be a deal-breaker," Kurt said. "It's a great idea, but a wide- net casting call would take weeks, and we don't have the time."
The room got quiet for a moment, and then Danielle said. "Okay, I'm not sure we'll be able to make that idea work. But I like where your head is at, Tim. That was a good idea, even if we're not eventually able to use it." She looked around the table at everyone on the creative team. "If you think you can come up with some pitchable ideas for us by tomorrow afternoon, we're willing to give you a chance."
Tim looked at Shawna, who nodded enthusiastically. "Okay. It was great to meet you, Kurt and Danielle, but if you don't mind, I think my team and I should get started right away. Julie, could you put on some coffee for us?"
Shawna saw that Kurt and Danielle were impressed by Tim's intensity, so she stood and faced the two clients. "If I could have a few minutes of your time, maybe we could talk about a contract and budget?"
Kurt and Danielle shook hands all around, and then followed Shawna out into the outer office.
When the door was closed, Tim turned to his team. "All right, ladies. We need three decent ad ideas by tomorrow, which means that we're about to start the first brainstorming project as an entire team. Why don't we each take about 15 minutes to individually come up with ideas - nothing is too dumb, so just get some ideas on paper - and then we'll discuss them as a group and see what we think?"
Part 2
While the Tim and the women brainstormed in the conference room, Shawna talked finances with Kurt and Danielle in the main office space. If the pitch goes well, the company would start by giving Tim's team some upfront money to get started, but then generous incentives for each goal met.
There would be more money once they'd taped three acceptable ads, then again if the focus group likes them, then again as they air regionally, with the big money to come if the campaign went national.
That all sounded great to Shawna, who said that she'd talk to the legal people at headquarters when she got back, and have them draw up a preliminary contract.
"I just wish we had more time," Danielle said. "I like Tim's idea about using non-actors, but there's no way we could take the time for casting calls and building buzz, and still make a national roll out by Memorial Day."
Shawna and Kurt nodded, and the three of them thought about the calendar.
As he was thinking, Kurt watched Tim and his four female employees through the glass wall of the conference room. They were all sketching out ideas, and occasionally asking each other questions.
And it hit him.
Kurt said, "Look at them." Shawna and Danielle followed his eyes to the team in the conference room. "Tell me what you see."
Danielle said, "A hungry, young team, excited about the chance to land a big client."
Kurt said, "Yes. But I see a hungry, young, good-looking team, excited about the chance to land a big client." Danielle and Shawna looked at him. "Look again. A handsome young boss, maybe late 20s. Four pretty young female employees: a blonde, an Asian, and two brunettes."
Danielle began to nod. "They've got the good looks of the young people next door. And they're right here!"
Shawna said, "You wouldn't have to spend weeks that we don't have doing casting calls."
"Do you think they'd go for it?" Kurt asked, excited.
Shawna said, "I know that Tim would! He gets to be the hot guy who all the girls drool over. But I think the women will be a harder sell."
"I can talk them into it," Kurt said. "I know I can!"
Danielle looked at Shawna and gave her a little eye roll. But she said, "It's worth a try." And the three of them went back into the conference room and sat down.
Tim and the women looked at them, confused. Shawna said, "We've got an idea, and it could be the solution to our casting call time crunch."
"Let's hear it," Tim said.
Kurt said, "Okay, so we want a bunch of attractive people who are not actors or models. We need a hunky guy to wear the Naked Attraction, and some gorgeous young women to playfully swoon over him. But we need them right now."
Tim and the girls looked at each other, still confused. Kurt held up both hands in a gesture that encompassed the entire table. "You! You're the people we're looking for. Casting call over!"
They all looked at each other, flabbergasted. "Oh, come on," Tim said.
"We're serious," Kurt said. "Tim, you're a handsome guy, and you're what, 27 or 28?"
"31 actually," Tim said.
"My compliments," Danielle said, and Tim smiled just a bit.
"And you ladies," Kurt said. "You're all beautiful, like you came from central casting. You've even got diverse looks, and yet you're all knockouts!"
The four women smiled and blushed for a moment, feeling awkward. "But... we can't act," Mia said. "What if we're awful?"
"You don't need to act," Kurt said. "You're just going to be what you are: real people, who happen to be hot. We'll just have to coach you enough to get you to feel relaxed. It will be great!"
Anna was the first one whose brow furrowed. "But you said the girls the ad will be all flirty, and showing skin to get the guy's attention. We don't want to look like a bunch of bimbos."
Julie nodded, suddenly concerned. "And I couldn't get naked or flash anyone. My family would die!"
"Look," Kurt said, "these ads are going to go on tv. There won't be any nudity. Just playful sexiness."
"How playful," Anna asked, "and how sexy?"
"Like I said, maybe you'll adjust your clothes to be a little more revealing, or have you pretend to be showing Tim a lot of skin. But we can use camera angles to suggest some nudity without actually showing any. Or maybe we can put you in flesh-colored underwear and pixelate to imply that you're naked when you're not."
"But won't people think that we're naked?"
Kurt said, "No! It will all be tongue-in-cheek. We'll play it for laughs, like everyone is in on the joke. Like funny Super Bowl commercials."
Tim jumped in. "This is harmless! It will be fun!"
"Easy for you to say," Mia said.
"Yeah," Anna said. "You'll be the hunky hero, and we'll be stripping off to try to get your attention!"
"Oh come on," Tim said. "It's not going to be taken seriously. You all need to be willing to take one for the team. There's a lot at stake here."
The discussion went on in that vein for several minutes. Tim and Kurt - and to a lesser extent Danielle and Shawna - cajoled the young women to go along, but the girls kept dragging their feet. Finally Kurt had another idea. He asked if he could speak with Danielle in the outer office. They left for a few minutes, and then came back.
"Okay," he said, looking around the table, and at all four young women in the eyes. "In addition to paying you your usual fees for developing this ad campaign, we'll also pay each of you as actors." The women's eyebrows went up. "Including you, Tim."
Anna said, "If we're all going to be undressing and throwing ourselves at him, you didn't need to pay him anything."
The women laughed, then Kaitlyn said, "How much will we be paid?"
Danielle said, "Professional scale to do the three ads. Which is not bad, considering that none of you are professionals. And if the ads go nationwide, you'll get residual payments based on how many times the ads run."
That sealed the deal. Within a half hour, Shawna, Danielle and Kurt were headed back to Shawna's office, where they would come up with a contract that included the agency fees and some modeling pay for their unusual campaign.
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19,572 | Young Ebony Waitress | TaylaRaeInx | NonConsent/Reluctance | 2021-09-12 | 2021-09-22 | 2022-01-01 15:50:45 | 3 | literotica.com | https://www.literotica.com/s/young-ebony-waitress-ch-01 | 1. Teasing while she works, becomes more than she expected. 2. Ebony waitress, enjoys Chris's wife. 3. Girl on girl lust continues. | ['18-Year-Old', 'Mild Bdsm', 'Panties', 'Spanking', 'Submission', 'Teasing'] | 4.37 | **The Basement**
The young waitress, beautiful, with perfect ebony skin and a body to match, had Chris's attention from the second he caught sight of her. She must be new; Chris regularly had a late breakfast or early lunch two or three times a week. All the waitresses knew him well and had his glass of wine ready before he sat down. He enjoyed their banter as they stopped for a chat between serving other customers. Chris enjoyed the quiet time too, relaxing away from work for only a short time, and felt inspired to continue writing his erotic stories after a wine or two. For some reason, maybe the young waitresses with their tight short skirts and stockings and plenty of young cleavages to be seen sparked Chris's fetish for young waitresses in tight uniforms. Tight black pencil skirts, stockings, and low-cut blouses, inspiring him to indulge his lustful desires. Over the next couple of weeks, the young ebony girl became very chatty, even a bit flirty. Always more than happy to help him choose a meal as she leaned over, giving Chris the tempting sight of her perfect teen bosom. Just enough to expose the lace of her bra, with a hint of areola. Her nipples aroused as they tried to poke through the thin lace. Her skirts seemed to get shorter and shorter with each visit; by this time, the teasing young waitress had Chris's full attention. The silly young eighteen-year-old waitress had no idea what she had started; teasing him could only lead to one thing.
Whether she liked it or not, her sweetness and gorgeous body, and demeaner were the only things stopping Chris from dragging her into the bathroom to bend over a sink and fuck senseless. Chris let it go as he enjoyed watching her find new ways to catch his attention, Chris allowing her to brush up against him, innocently at first. Soon escalating to a level that had Chris's cock harden and struggling to control his desire. Chris intentionally placed a hand on her lower thigh as she discussed the day's specials. Watching her face intently for her reaction and being pleasantly surprised with her compliance. Sliding his hand further, her body seemed to melt into his touch as she let out a little giggle. Chris pinch her young ass aggressively, causing her to jump and stifle a yelp. Her eyes were wide with a look of confusion, not knowing what was going on behind Chris's calming face. Chris smiled and gently caressed the tender spot soothing her young tight bottom, took her hand in his pulling it under the table with his. Alina smiled back with a look of trepidation yet still allowed Chris's hand to caress her ass.
Chris spread her fingers wide, placing her hand palm down on the bulge she had created. Letting their hands linger for just long enough for them both to raise an eyebrow. Alina started to move away, her hand grazing the tip of his hardness and knocked a fork off the table; she looked back, winked, then bent over, allowing Chris a perfect view up her short skirt. Her ebony thighs, reaching the divide, captured intently in a skimpy pair of sheer panties. Chris catching a quick glimpse of her quim, tightly confined in her thigh gap. Chris tempted to spank her young sexy ass as she fumbled around picking up the fork. As the young waitress stood up, she flicked her hair, adding to her flirty behaviour. Chris took it all in, not showing any emotion, just a slight nod of his head. But his mind was in overdrive, thinking of what he would love to do to her sweet young body. The promiscuous little slut teasing him was a wet dream come true. Her tender age was all the more enticing; Chris had to wonder if she knew what she was doing?
Her intent was unabashed as she flaunted her young sexuality, the sway of her hips as she walked away. Seductively smoothing her short skirt over her ripe young ass with just enough jiggle to sustain Chris's eye as she emphasized the slutty thoughts in her mind with each step. Chris finished his meal and sipped at his wine, watching the young waitress going about her job. The young waitress continued to flaunt as she made sure to bend over just that little bit extra when serving the other customers. Always making sure her back and sexy young ass was in his direction. Chris's desire was becoming increasingly uncomfortable, his cock straining his pants. Alina was bending over as if practiced a million times, enticingly enough that Chris could see the start of her thigh gap. A hint of her ass cheeks, but never enough to catch another glimpse of her panty-clad price. Chris finished his wine and made his way to pay his bill. Young Alina quickly bounded back to the register, bouncing up and down on the spot twirling a finger through her hair, playing the innocent young girl act, and doing so remarkably well.
Alina smiled sweetly as Chris tapped his payment, exchanging an intense moment of silence filled with intrigue and lust. Sensual emotions flashed across Alina's face, Chris now more taken with her young beauty than ever, winked and said I'll see you next time, young lady and left. Later in the week, Chris had been so caught up in his work it was mid-afternoon, and he still hadn't eaten. He did not have the time to go to the local café, so he ordered home delivery. The young waitress answered the phone and took his order; they chatted briefly. Chris's cock hardened just hearing her voice; it sounded so different. Sexy and sensual with a touch of flirty innocence that Chris found so alluring.
She joked about him not having his glass of wine home-delivered, then mentioned that she's knocking off work soon and sometimes asked to drop the home deliveries off and could bring him a bottle of wine too!
Chris laughed and said," Sure, that would be ideal." Hanging up, his cock got more excited than his mind could keep up. Knowing full well, young Alina had a slutty streak to her personality, which he wanted to exploit. She had teased him enough over the previous weeks, Chris had wondered how he could get her alone many times, and this was his chance. Chris saw a car pull up in his driveway about twenty minutes later. He watched the young waitress on his security camera, saw her adjust the waistband of her skirt by rolling it down a couple of times, shortening the hemline a good couple of inches. Alina Leaning back into her car to pick up his home delivery. Chris being treated to the perfect view of her tight young ass and bright pink panties, leaving nothing to the imagination. Closing her car door, she walked towards Chris's front door, unbuttoning another button on her blouse, allowing more of her luscious teen's breast to spill free.
Young Alina had one thing on her mind, and Chris was the same. Watching the sway of her hips as Alina walked past the security camera. Not knowing Chris was watching her, he was taken by how fucking sexy her natural walk was, no exaggeration, just pure sexiness. Seldom seen but mesmerizing when lucky enough to observe. The best part was the sexy young minx was swaying her perfect hips to his front door, a bottle of wine in hand and his lust in the other. There is something to be said about sexual attraction; it's more than just a sweet young girl with perfect looks and curves. It's the way the curves move in unison to her unconscious mind. Somehow joined in a subliminal way to be utterly promiscuous without even trying. The seductive sway of the hips, a flick of the hair, something as small as a sideways glance, looking to explore more but not knowing the more, still flirty all the same.
Brief eye contact lingers a little bit more, building tension to the above- mentioned attraction. Wanting without knowing the need, breathing just to be near, pulse-quickening as the mind tries to overcome the fear. Attraction is the one thing no one can truly explain, just a lick of the lips making it clear.
Chris's heart pumped as the sweet young waitress neared, still trying to temper and subdue his own familiar yet nervous sexual excitement. The young girl, not knowing what she had let herself into, Chris hoping his lust to make her his, made way to open the door to both their needs. Just knowing she was only a door opening away had him adjusting the desire growing in his pants before he could take the last step allowing their uncontrolled attraction to take heed. An intense moment as their eyes locked, the door to his mind opened as he saw hers flash, her demure sweetness now overcome with lust. Her mind was spilling as she stumbled the first step. Chris caught her in his arms as she fell into his trust, young Alina now bound to her mindful need to be touched. She was falling completely to be bound by her misgiven trust.
Chris taking her hand walking her inside, her beauty and radiance filling the room. Alina spoke first as she offered Chris his food, smiling tentatively, her shyness worn with her youthful need. The wine bottle appeared, which was Chris's cue to motion his unwitting young girl to follow as he asked her, "would she like to share a glass of wine?"
Alina accepted his trap to allure her further into his need to control the sweet innocence soon to be taken. Retaking her hand and led her downstairs, Chris said, "I keep the wine glasses and corkscrew in the cellar."
Alina entered the darkness with a needful desire she had never felt, somehow frightened and aroused at once, causing her to become lost by emotions she had never felt; Chris flicked a light switch that shone through her like a sexual knife. Her mind struggled as Chris cuffed her hands and dragged her into his life. Alina was petrified, yet her heart yearned for more; she felt her pussy moisten, her arousal growing, breasts swelling as nipples grew hard; Chris led her further and raised her arms over her head. Her feet were barely touching the ground as she was strung up and left helpless and exposed. Chris moved behind her and pulled her body into his, taking in her sweetness as he felt her every curve. Fuelling his lust to dominate his new submissive, feeling her tremble to his touch.
Making him harder, Chris whispered to the young waitress, "are you sure you teased the right man?"
Chris blindfolded her as she gasped, feeling Chris's hardness push between her thighs, her pussy now gushing with a desire she could not understand or control. Everything in that moment stopped and filled her slutty teen pussy with such an intense need it quivered, and she struggled to keep her feet. Unable to see or control her body as the young waitress involuntarily shook with the most intense orgasm of her young life. Chris was holding her body tight as she trembled with fright and ecstasy, whimpering with wasted indignation. Her body betraying a new sexual appetite, Chris kissing her neck, feeling her melt to his touch, then trying to pull away. Her mind was lost with a temporary loss of sensation, timidly waiting for what was to come next.
Chris moved back, Alina's ears hearing the distinct sound of a belt buckle releasing. Chris pulled the belt out as his pants fell to the floor; his aching cock sprang free, already throbbing to feel the young sweetness closer to him. Folding the belt in half, holding each end, Chris sharply snapped the belt, causing the two halves to crack loudly, filling a quiet moment with young fear and apprehension. Alina's mind and senses more alive than ever in her young life. Need and dread making every second extend time deeper into her need to be exploited. Her pussy lips inflamed, her heart beating harder, blood rushed trying to fill a void left in her slutty desire.
Chris came in closer, standing in front of her, admiring her tender young beauty and whispering, "what do you want, silly young girl?, is this what you wanted? Because this! Hasn't even started yet," snapping the belt with a crack loud enough to startle her further. Chris lent in and gently kissed her sweet lips, Alina a little tentative, unsure, lost in the unfamiliar moment. Chris placing a hand to her cheek, caressing the hair away from her face. Revealing a stray tear escaping her blindfold, Chris taking her chin in his hand, held her face up, licked the tear, and kissed her sweetness again. Alina, this time feeling the moment opened up and kissed back with a passion. The sweet saltiness mixed with their passion, Chris's hands roamed her sexiness, pulling her deeper into his need and released the last couple of buttons containing her full young breasts.
Chris pulled back to leave the young waitress girl exposed to his lustful gaze; her pink brasserie captured her lush breasts with intent. Alina's nipples were hard and poking through the thin lace fabric, her arousal undeniable, breasts swelling as she panted for breath, inexplicable feelings burning deep between her legs. The young Waitress thinking if her hands were not cuffed, she would indeed be touching herself to delicious inappropriate thoughts. Chris stepped closer, wrapping his arms around her back, letting his hands wander down to feel the creamy hot flesh of her sexy ebony thighs, running his hand up to touch her tight ass cheeks trapped in her silky panties.
Chris's hard cock poking through his boxer shorts brushed at her silky smooth thighs, feeling the warmth of wet arousal; his fingers found the button and zip securing her short skirt. He released both with a deft hand, and her dress fell, exposing the young waitress's ebony legs and sexy lace underwear. Alina struggled in her cuffs, trying desperately to cover her modesty. Chris found it cute, the way she had been teasing him at the restaurant the past two weeks, now seemingly shy at her exposure. Chris moved closer, his hard cock slipping between her soaking wet thighs, cock resting on the underside of her wet panties. Teasing her pussy lips as he held his cock hard against her wetness.
Removing her blindfold for now to allow her a better sense of the moment, the sexy little waitress blinking her eyes to her stark reality. Chris allowed her a moment to focus as he admired her extraordinary beauty and sexy, seductive look. Her innocent mind was already losing grip with the situation; with her eyes finally focused, Chris could see deeper into her lust as she scanned the room, taking in the many perverse sex-related paraphernalia and apparatus. As the young waitress's eyes widened, Chris pulled her focus back to him, catching her sweet lips with his. Her eyes were still wide in wonderment, but yet she responded to Chris's advance with a tenderness rarely experienced. Her eyes are still wide as she returned Chris's kiss pulling her deeper into his world. Alina's mind and body are now entangled in her submission, ready to be taken, controlled, and led into a newfound ecstasy. A feeling of sexual satisfaction radiated through her, linking her sexual appetite to the perverted needs buried deep in an unexplored part of her young mind.
Chris's hands grasped the waistband of her panties; young Alina shivered a little as Chris rolled them slowly over her young ass, exposing more of her sweet body, her eyes dilating as sharp as the pinpoint desire burning deep in her young pussy. Chris dropped to his knees and watched intently as his little waitress again struggled with her restraint. Again her body betraying her as Chris watched her pussy lips quiver in the wet lust engulfing her inflamed pussy. Slowly saturating them in her desire, flowing over her wet crimson delight. Her eyes were darting around in lost erratic passion, unable to focus, her mind a blur of unrelenting sexual need.
Chris left her panties just low enough to leave her gushing young cunt exposed, watching her lust drip into the crotch until it soaked through running down her inner thighs. The need between her legs was excruciating, her clit poking out, begging to be touched.
Chris tempted to bury his face into her young lust, taste her desire, and feed on her exposed need. Instead, he cupped her young breast as he stood up, making eye contact with his beautiful new young plaything, squeezing them free of her bra. Fully exposing the last of her young body to his perverted gaze, her nipples bursting with arousal, pointing straight to Chris's need. He reached around her waist, grabbing her shirttails, and tied them under the swell of her full tits. Holding her perfect young breasts high and stunning to behold, framed in the pink lace once teasing his eye. Her nipples hardening even more as Chris gently took one in turn between his lips. The moans of Alina's pleasure burning into his lust, his cock throbbed for release as his need became captured by her sexually bewildering trust. Chris ran a finger down over her waist, toying with her panties, feeling the silky thin fabric between his fingers before sliding a one over her hot young sex. Alina's pussy dripping with arousal, she moaned sensually as Chris teased his fingers over her tender folds. Cum coated his fingers instantly, her pussy a sodden slippery hot mess.
Alina's exhibitionist kink had her mind and body wracked with a hidden desire; her cunt throbbed to Chris's touch; he thought the young waitress was going to pass out. Barely apply to stand as her thighs shook and trembled, her arms straining in her restraints. Yesterday all her taboo kinks were locked away in her young shyness. Somehow in just minutes, her mind and body were consumed by her sweetest fantasies. Alina was always very self-conscious of her body, too timid to be seen naked, the conflict of being exposed wrestling with her unfounded inner demons. Seeing the lust and admiration on Chris's face as he took in the sight of her young body, overpowering her now seemingly irreverent thoughts. Being restrained and exposed in such a compromising way had her on the edge of an untold sexual awakening, teetering between sexual arousal and the need to be revealed only a small piece to her yearning need. The young waitress was unsure what overcame her, teasing Chris endlessly at work, maybe his smile. Perhaps the attention he always gave her, she could feel his eyes touch her with a look she unconsciously craved. Just being close to him made her feel things, not just in her private parts but deeper in her untouched kinky mind.
She knew the second she got in her car to deliver his meal; she would in one way or another succumb to his every want. She craved the more her slutty extinct told her she needed. Now her young body was electrified in her need, exposing her kinks. Her sex gushing into every second, her mind and body pulsing for Chris's touch.
Chris needed more wanted more, his cock throbbed insistently, watching his sweet young waitress restrained and exposed for his pleasure. He needs to move her closer to what he knew she craved. Cupping her perfect young face in his hands, he squeezed her lips into a pouting need to be kissed. Savored her sexy compliant beauty, Chris pulled her tight into his embrace. His cock poking her in the stomach, steely hard and pointing straight for her needy lust. As he kissed young Alina's lips, he drank in her desire and watched her eyes as he lowered his cock enough to slide between her thighs. Her panties teasing the underside of his cock as her inflamed, hot pussy lips coated their length. Her sweet nectar covering his need, Alina grinding her hips for more,
Chris again squeezed her sweet young lips into a pouting slutty want as he asked, "what do you want, little girl? " Pressing her pouting lips harder, Alinas eyes glazed over unfocussed, becoming shy as Chris pushed her to expose her need. Chris pulled back enough to playfully yet forcefully slap her pretty face, causing the sweet young waitress to uncover her true desires.
Alina's eyes and mind-focussing wording breathlessly, "I need Daddy to fuck me, please, daddy fuck me, choke me use me," begging with all her pent-up suppressed slutty need.
Tears of unrestrained lust sprung from her eyes, running down her cheeks, blurring her already fucked-up want to be used.
Young Alina again moaning, begging," Fuck me, please, daddy."
Chris slid his length through her lower pouting lips, feeling them quiver as her other lips let slutty moans escape, begging for more. Chris pulled her tighter into his embrace and allowed his little slut to grind her clit into his pelvis. Her needy slickness was the only thing separating both of their desires; Chris knew she was close to cumming, and so was he. He had gotten her off a few times already, but his own need was yet to be sated. Chris pulled back and grabbed his hard cock at the base, positioned the head so it met with Alina's throbbing clit. Rubbing just the sensitive tip against her engorged sexual need. The sensation was filling them both to new depths of ecstasy. Chris could feel her little nub pulse and throb, trying to invade his desire completely. Chris held the young girl tightly with his gaze; their eyes burned into each other's souls as if struck by sexual lightning. Chris's cock throbbed in tune to his little waitress's slutty need as she tried to impale herself on Chris's cock.
She screamed to be filled and fucked, begging for his cock; Chris held her stare as he continued to let his knob pulse against her engorged clit.
Taking his belt, he wrapped it around her petite neck, twisting it tight as it curled around his wrist. Pulling her head up until she was straining on the tip of sexual despair. Chris held her there, his cock continuing to flirt with her clit. Young Alina's eyes rolled back in her head, mind, and body, completely lost to a newfound kinky desire. Her pussy exploded and quivered, covering Chris's cock head in her hot slutty warmth, pushing him into his sexual release. Holding the tip of his cock head hard against her throbbing clit, trying to swallow her swollen nub, he blasted his hot lust into hers.
Wave after wave of cum squirted onto the young waitresses clit, each squirt pushing them further into an unknown level of orgasmic pleasure. Their most sensitive touch melding together, combining the lust for each other, Chris's cock throbbed and squirted his release over and over, completing young Alinas own orgasm as she fell only to be held up by her restraints. Chris released the belt from her neck, allowing Alina to catch her breath as her body continued to twitch and shake her orgasm, beginning to fade. Chris took Alina's face between his hands and lifted her wrecked gaze to his. Just admiring the slutty messed up lost expression on her face. Young Alina had never known such pleasure. Her body entirely spent, unable to talk, let alone stand up. Chris gently kissed her on the lips as he lifted her body, releasing the cuffs from overhead. Her limp body fell into his, and Chris carried the young waitress laying her down on the basement bed.
Alina's mind was in two if not three worlds, her mind tormenting every thought; her young body was still quivering in sexual bliss as her subconscious screamed at her to run. The release she just felt was like no other; her pussy was still gushing for more. Feeling extremely vulnerable and exposed, emotions colliding with her mind's eye wanting more. Alina, lost between the worlds of lust and her pent-up desire to be restrained and used. She somehow knew from the second she felt Chris's eyes catch hers that it was more than a brief flirt.
She saw a desire her mind and body had craved and had just surfaced in that fleeting glance. Her mind was wrestling with desires, her young body blossoming with need.
Then she heard the slap, quickly followed by the burning sting on her ass cheek. Again Chris squeezed her young lips into a pouting grimace of shock, followed by lightning pain and thunderous want. Her ass burned with lust her mind could not comprehend as pleasure replacing the pain. Her body and mind at odds with her desires, somehow craving more of the same. Chris watched as her eyes swelled with tearful lust, running down her blushing fresh cheeks. Chris licked her tearful want, letting his lips brush her rosy cheek and then pushing his lips into hers, taking what he wanted--feeding on her lust, fuelling his desire to use the pretty little waitress. Chris ran a hand over her burning hot ass cheek, pulling her cum soaked panties up, covering her needy pain.
Chris slapped her young face until Alina focused her eyes on his. Having her attention, Chris spoke in a gentle, soothing voice, "You have two choices; I'm going to uncuff your hands, you can either get dressed and leave or follow me upstairs to my bathroom and shower?!" Chris released her restraint and, without waiting for an answer, left the young waitress to her thoughts and walked upstairs.
_To be continued._
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19,573 | A Young Girls Story | SplendidSpunk | NonConsent/Reluctance | 2010-05-21 | 2010-07-02 | 2022-01-01 04:05:47 | 3 | literotica.com | https://www.literotica.com/s/a-young-girls-story-ch-01 | 1. Young girl discovers her needs. 2. Ashlie continues to see Mark and Sean. 3. Ashlie is photographed by someone. | ['Anal Sex', 'Lesbian Sex', 'Multiple Partners'] | 4.41 | I think this has been the best summer ever. My family had a cabin on the lake and I was able to spend just about all summer there. Having just turned eighteen I saw that my life was now different. That summer so much happened, so many changes in my life, so much fun. I am five foot four inches tall and my body is nicely shaped with what one boyfriend called more then a handful on top. My hair hangs to my shoulders and my pussy is still natural although not virginal, at least not after the summer I had.
As I mentioned I spent the majority of the summer at the lake, mostly with mom but sometimes with the whole family. A guy I had been dating for a long time and who had been ever more successful with his hands had come up with his family early in the summer. I liked him and knew that someday he could be the guy to pop my cherry but until this summer I had not let him do much more then stick his fingers in my puss and then only once. Other then accidentally bumping my hand against his erection a couple of times I never touched him either.
That week he was here we had been walking in the woods that surrounds the lake. It was in the early evening and we'd just seen a movie in town. We were taking the path through the woods to get home. Along the way we stopped and started to make out. I really can't say I had decided that night was it but I just never stopped Jim and soon we were both naked. I was holding his erect cock in my hand and marveling to myself how alive it felt. Stroking it up and down lightly I felt its bumps and ridges and loved the texture of it. Jim wanted me to put it in my mouth but I wasn't ready for that.
I was letting him use his mouth on me though and was amazed at how nice it felt. His tongue was penetrating my pussy and licking my clit and my hips were squirming as I enjoyed all the stimulation. When I knew I was ready for the big moment I tapped Jim on the shoulder and handed him a condom from my purse. Yes, I know it sounds like I had planned all this but I always carry a few condoms with me. I knew this would eventually happen and I wanted to be prepared. I wanted to try sex, I didn't want to get pregnant or catch an STD.
Well I'd like to say that I saw stars and all was perfect but you all know that's really not what a first time is like. Jim was too ready and after putting the condom on his hard cock he did manage to enter me, pop my cherry and stroke my wet puss a few times before he came. Wham bam thank you maam. Don't get me wrong it was good and I liked Jim but as I would learn later that summer, the sex was bad that night.
When Jim and his family left I was happy because I really didn't want to get into a regular thing with him. I think letting him fuck me was my good bye to him, though I really wouldn't realize that for a few weeks. However having been fucked I felt somewhat less inhibited and started doing a few different things whenever I was alone. Yes, I masturbated but I'd been doing that for years. I started to take long walks in the woods every evening. It was safe and I was not concerned at all. For the first few weeks just being alone in the woods was erotic and I would find a place and masturbate. As the days moved on I started getting more and more daring.
I started not wearing any bra or panties on my walks then I started to open my blouse eventually getting to the point where I would strip as I walked away from our cabin, hiding my clothes in the trees till I walked naked. I would really be wet by the time I stopped to masturbate. Thinking that someone had seen me naked was a real turn on for me. On my way home I'd pick up and put back on the clothes so by the time I was close to the cabin I looked like a normal nice girl.
Towards the end of the summer I started to get more and more daring, taking all my clothes off at once and spending all of my time walking naked. I even caressed my tits and stroked my pussy as I walked. One night I was so busy rubbing my pussy I never saw him till he stood just a few feet in front of me. I froze with my hand between my legs and looked up at him. He was tall and handsome with dark black hair and deep blue eyes. We stood for a moment just staring at one another before I wrapped my arms around my naked tits and closed my legs. He actually closed his eyes and turned around giving me privacy before he said.
"I'm sorry for staring but who knew a naked goddess would be on the path tonight?"
"I'm, er, I mean."
I was still too stunned to say much but I hadn't thought to just turn and run either.
"I'd like to meet you but I think your lack of clothes may have you at a disadvantage with a man alone in the woods. Here!"
He'd reached into his backpack and retrieved a tee shirt and handed it to me.
I slipped it on and said.
"Ok you can open your eyes now."
He did and looked at me then told me his name.
"I'm Mark and I was just out enjoying the night. I am sorry to have interrupted whatever it was you were doing."
"I'm Ashlie and I am the idiot who likes to walk the woods at night alone and naked."
We both laughed at my honesty and I learned he was interested in history and hiking. I told him I was just being adventurous and had found my liking of being naked outdoors just recently. I told him that the thought of being seen was exciting but the actuality of it was really more embarrassing.
"Ashlie, I would like to see you again, no not like this. Would you have dinner with me tomorrow night, maybe you might wear clothes?"
I had to laugh and agreed to have dinner with him. And so I began my first serious relationship. I got to know Mark and learned he was a teacher. He learned that I was still in school and had a lot of ideas but no real plans for my future. I fell in love with Mark in a less then a week and on a Friday night after we'd left the movie I handed him a small package then kissed him and said I had to go.
I went home and put on my walking clothes and went into the woods stripping naked as I did. When I came to the area I had first met Mark he was there, naked and holding the package of condoms I'd given him after the movie. In the package was a note that said.
"Please wear this and meet me where we first met."
We met half way and I wrapped my arms around him, pressing my tits into his chest as we kissed one another. I had sex with Mark and learned how good it could be. We used all three of the condoms I'd given him that night. Mark was so gentle and when he first slid his cock into my pussy I thought I had gone and went to heaven. He fucked me slowly and deeply bringing me to orgasm then cuming with me. We stayed embraced as his cock fell from me after and I slipped the used condom from him and tossed it in the woods. Then I wrapped my hands about his spent cock and stroked him as we kissed and whispered words of love in one another's ears.
I was pleased when his cock hardened in my hands and felt like it was magic. I put the condom on him this time. He wanted me on top. He said.
"You do the work this time Ashlie! I want to lay here and watch your tits bounce up and down as you ride me."
I did and it was even better then the first time. It seemed to me he was even deeper in my pussy in this position and the feeling of control was exciting too. This time when we finished we both drowsed off to sleep.
I spent the rest of the summer with Mark and we came close to buying out the drugstore's supply of condoms. Having to go home was tough but Mark promised to come see me. I was happy and sad. I missed Mark a lot and felt very lonely even when I was with all my friends preparing to go back to school for our senior year. Imagine my surprise, when on the first day back at school, I found my second period history class was being taught by Mark.
It was a bit awkward we both knew the problems we'd face if anyone found out that a student was having a love affair with a teacher. It was more a problem for Mark he could lose his job and never get another if our affair became known. So we found a place and a time to talk it out. We both agreed that we would maintain nothing more then a typical student-teacher relationship anywhere where we could be seen or overheard. His apartment and my house provided no relief so we were left with meeting in neighboring towns at off times. I'd be off to the mall and would meet up with him at a remote motel.
It wasn't often we could work things out, I was now on the track team and he was coaching the boys volleyball squad. Whenever we managed some time together we made passionate love to one another and I was certainly in love with him. I opened not only me legs but my heart to Mark and each lengthy delay between our meetings became harder and harder to take.
As I said I was on the track team and while I could usually use practice time to relax and forget about when or where I might see Mark, the new coach was riding me hard. He was the type of coach who knew his business but his means of communication were terrible. Most of what he said to me, in his own snide sarcastic way, was true and if I had listened to him, I would have been much better. Instead I took his comments as being rude and intentionally ignored his suggestions. Each day in practice only got worse as his sarcasm increased with my resistance. He was a good-looking guy if you like the type. He was definitely an athlete and was well muscled, no fat on him at all. His blonde hair was a little long but his moustache turned me off. For a guy in his twenties he reminded me of a parent, always complaining. If he had had a better attitude or coaching style perhaps I would have listened to him.
One night he's had me run extra sprints because I had failed again to listen to him so I was showering alone in girl's gym. The warm shower did nothing to quell my anger, which was close to boiling over from the day's insults and the command to run the extra sprints. I finished washing and threw the bar of soap out of the shower so hard I broke one of the windows. When I stepped into the locker room with only towels draped around me, I found the coach holding the bar of soap and a piece of window glass. I snapped.
"So you're a peeping Tom too. Get your jollies hanging out in the girl's locker room. Get out!"
"I came in here because someone had broken a window. I wanted to make sure you were OK. It's not enough you keep me here late now you accuse me of being a peeper?"
"Get out of here, you bastard. I am so tired of all your bull. You've been on my case since the first day and you've only gotten meaner since then."
"I've been trying to get you to listen and to do things in a better way. But you've been too angry and self-centered. Too focused on something else to pay attention to me or your teammates!"
My anger went up a notch and I started towards him swinging my arms as I yelled at him, using them to accent what I said as I moved to get in his face. Just as I reached him and stuck my screaming mouth close to his, the towels fell and I was stark naked. Too angry to care I continued raging at him, complaining about every insult or sarcastic comment he'd made. I admit I lost control and was starting to hit him and slap at him, while he was seemingly trying not to see this out of control student standing and screaming at him while naked as the day she was born. I realize now that I was totally out of it.
He finally grabbed me and pulled me into the shower intending to dowse me with cold water and perhaps end my tirade. I struggled and squirmed to get away, still screaming at him. He tried to hold me tight and was whispering into my ear
"Ashlie, calm down. Settle down and we can talk this out later."
I wasn't listening my rage was in full control. I continued to rant at him recalling every comment, every sarcastic remark every insult he had tossed at me in practice. I squirmed and kicked my feet and tried to free my arms. Still he whispered softly in my ear.
"Ashlie, relax. Ashlie you need to settle down before you hurt yourself."
Each word seemed to set me off on another rant. His words were like gasoline on a fire and with each word I found more strength to fight and yell. Yet he persisted to whisper, never raising his voice. The words finally crept into my thick scull and I began to cool down. Yet he continued to fill my ear with his soft words. I guess my emotions changed rather then slowed. As he whispered I felt his warm breath caressing my ear and neck and I began to think of Mark and how he would nuzzle my neck and blow softly into my ears and how wet I would become and how my own needs for sexual gratification rose.
I was still struggling some but in my head I knew I was losing my anger at him. My arms fell to my side, limp. My legs found the floor and I let them rest on the cool tile and still he whispered into my ears the same refrain.
"Ashlie, relax, that's it settle down."
I had settled down and my hands were now grasping his firm ass as he finally got me into the shower. He released one of my arms to turn the shower on and I let that arm now slide under his sweat pants to find the warm flesh of his ass. My face, once a red screaming monster was now nuzzled into his neck and I began to softly kiss his ear lobe and lick the salty remains of his sweat from his neck.
The slick tiles proved too difficult and before we knew what was happening we were both flat on the floor. Hitting the floor like that separated us. When Coach Sean leaned over me to see if I was OK I started to cry. All my anger had been spent. I cried and now Coach Sean was trying to comfort. He pulled me into his arms and started me telling me it was OK that he understood my anger, that he was sorry he was such a poor communicator. But I knew it really wasn't him that I was angry with and I looked into his eyes as he hovered close to my face and then I kissed him.
When he didn't move away I kissed him again, this time forcing my tongue into his mouth and wrapped my arms around him. I pulled him tight to me enjoying the feel of my breasts crushing against his steel hard chest. Lying on my back I pulled Coach Sean on top of me and spread my legs to allow his body to rest between them. He tried to pull back, to stop what I was doing but I would not let go. He pulled his lips from mine and started to say something but I grabbed his head with both hands and pulled him back. I kept kissing him and when he seemed resigned and stuck his tongue in my mouth I lowered my hands to his ass and shoved his sweatpants down. Rolling him over I now straddled him with my hips as the kisses continued. I worked his sweats and his jock strap down to his ankles and moved my hands back up and found his cock.
I was warm and pulsed in my hands as I stroked it and felt him harden. His cock was so different from Jim's and Mark's. He was longer then both of them yet not as thick as Mark. I noticed how his cock turned a bit and the head of his cock mushroomed out creating a ridge that felt good when my hands crossed it. I tried to position him so I could impale myself on him but his strength now exceeded mine and he rolled me over. He then flipped me onto my knees as he closed in behind me wrapping his arms around my chest and cupping my tits while kissing the back of my neck and nibbling at my ears. I felt his cock pressed against the opening of my cunt. I took a deep breath, expanding my chest and forcing my tits into his hands even harder as I arched my back and pushed my ass towards him. When his cock slid in he filled my pussy so fast and so deeply I moaned.
"Oh god, yes! Oh yes your cock feels so good."
Somehow, without pulling out of me he stood me up against the tiled walls and pressed my tits into the tiles as his cock began to move inside me. He was fucking me hard and fast, so different from the gentle lovemaking I was familiar with. As he drove his cock into me my tits rubbed against the tiled wall and my nipples sent sparks flying thru me as they rubbed up and down on the smooth tile surface. His cock was unrelenting, fucking me hard and fast and my pussy loved the pounding it took. Over and over his cock explored the depth of my wet pussy and I was soon ready to cum. I could feel the head of his cock with each withdrawal and entry as it rubbed my pussy. When he bottomed out inside me I was stunned at how good he felt and my orgasm burst sending shivers through my legs.
Still he plowed me. My orgasm never let up as each new thrust spurred my body further. I could no longer stand easily on my trembling legs but Sean held me close as he fucked me. I'd never had such an overwhelming orgasm and still it spun and wove thru me. When I felt his cock begin to jerk inside me, my body moved to a higher level of pleasure and when I felt the hot jets of his cum spraying the walls of my overheated pussy I lost all semblance of control and my body spasmed without stop as his cum filled my pussy. He rested against my body, pushing me against the tiled wall.
When he withdrew his cock from my pussy I whimpered at the loss. He gently placed me on the floor and slid next to me. He was breathing hard and he was gently petting my head, stroking my hair. I felt empty and my hands searched for his cock, finding it and clasping it tight I stroked his tool as my body still spasmed in pure pleasure. I loved the feel of him in my hands and was not willing to let go. He allowed me to stroke him as his hands worked to calm me. His touch was like lightning and rather then calm and sooth me I he ignited the fires still glowing inside me.
I needed more from him and I stroked his cock faster. I felt his cock start to grow again in my hand and I moved my lips to him and kissed his chest. I sucked his nipples in my mouth and continued to stroke his cock. Mindlessly I worked my mouth all over his chest and down to his belly and soon my eyes were just inches from his now hard cock. Never before had I had the urge to put a cock in my mouth but at that moment, still feeling how his cock filled my pussy, feeling his cum starting to ooze down my thighs, I took him in my mouth and did my best to suck him. I didn't know what I was doing, I only knew I wanted to taste him, to feel that mushroom head fill my mouth. His hands hand found my slit and he was tantalizing my clit and dipping a finger inside me.
My passion grew again and I tried to take him all the way into my mouth but gagged and had to let him out while I regained control. Spitting out the saliva that had accumulated I quickly engulfed his cock and pushed my head down again letting that fat mushroom head try to enter my throat. It was useless. I could not stop the gagging. Realizing all of this Sean turned me around and gathered me in his arms. He picked me up and carried me from the shower and put me down on the trainer's table. He took hold of my ankles with his hands and pulled my legs apart and up. Splaying me open he stepped close to me and speared my cunt with his cock.
My legs were pushed back and over my head, held fast by his hands as his cock plowed back into my sticky cum filled cunt. Amazed at how much deeper his cock went in this position my dulled orgasm roared back to life. Soon I was trying to push my hips at him as he rammed his cock into me. Having cum once already that night Sean drove me wild with his cock, incessantly thrusting into me. Some combination of his previous emissions and my own pussy leaking made my ass sticky and wet. Still he stroked. My pussy spasmed and I was again losing control and cuming wildly. Sean moved swiftly plowing into me over and over and my pussy seemed content to entertain him by spasming around his cock on its travels. When Sean finally erupted inside me the now familiar feeling of his cum spraying inside me elevated me yet higher and I reached out with my arms to wrap them around Sean. He released my ankles and pulled me to him as our mutual orgasm molded our bodies together.
Panting we kissed each other lightly and finally Sean said.
"I'm sorry for taking advantage of you. It was wrong, Ashlie."
"Coach if it was wrong, I want to be wrong some more. There is nothing for me to forgive. It me who needs to apologize, I've been a complete ass with you this season."
He said nothing then but hugged me again then kissing me lightly on my nose he said.
"Well I'm sure your parents are wondering why your not home and as much as I want to keep you here in my arms I think you need to get home."
"Coach, I enjoyed this more then anything I could ever imagine and I hope you won't think of me as some sort of slut. I really never did anything like this before."
"Ashlie, I could never think of you that way. I hope you'll stay on the team and not let this keep you away. I'll quit as coach if I have to."
"No, please don't quit. I want to stay and I think I am finally ready to listen. Maybe I'll even learn something."
We both laughed and I took another quick shower then dressed and headed home. On the way home my cell rang and it was Mark.
"Ashlie, would it be possible for us to meet tomorrow after practice. I've got a motel room for us and really miss you."
"Mark. I think so. Sure. I'll meet you at the usual place tomorrow after practice."
"Great Ashlie. I love you babe."
"Love you too."
When I hung up I began to realize the magnitude of my situation. A year ago I was a virgin and today I was having sex with two different men at the same time. Correction! I was making love to one man and fucking the other. I had to decide what to do. I knew it would be wrong to continue with both of them, but each had some appeal. That night getting changed for bed I changed my panties noting how wet they were as Sean's cum had leaked from my pussy and saturated them. I had always been so good about using protection and the reality of what I had just done with Coach Sean took over my thoughts. I was pretty sire it wasn't a time in my cycle where I was vulnerable, but the fear of STD's was still real. As I snuggled in my bed I allowed myself to wonder if I could pull this off, keep both men in my life. Make love to Mark and fuck Sean. I also realized how good a naked cock felt especially when it ejaculated inside me. I won't tell you how I finally got to sleep that night, its too embarrassing.
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19,574 | The Young Irish Maid | CAP811 | NonConsent/Reluctance | 2007-10-03 | 2007-10-03 | 2022-01-01 14:48:17 | 1 | literotica.com | https://www.literotica.com/s/the-young-irish-maid | A Victorian gentleman's dark obsession. | ['Dominance', 'Historical', 'Maid', 'Spanking', 'Submission', 'Victorian'] | 4.59 | _Many thanks to Sinead for helpful suggestions on this story. (BTW, the heroine's name is pronounced "Sha-vahn.")_
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I am a man haunted. Driven to the depths of despair and raised to the heights of ecstasy by that girl: a slim young creature who bewitched me and made me half crazy as I careened between fierce lust for her and bitter remorse for what I subjected her to.
It was not always this way. For most of my life I was the soul of dignity, a true gentleman. My life was a tranquil sea, roiled neither by triumph nor tragedy.
But then I met her. If there is one true love for a man, then perhaps there is, as well, one true enchantress who alone among women can wreck his peace and bring out the devil in him. For me, it was that girl.
I first met her just over a year ago, on a dull rainy day in October 1887; the autumn of the year, the autumn of my life. My wife of 25 years, Irene, had passed away some four years earlier. I had settled into the comfortable life of a middle-aged widower who wore his 52 years well.
I lived in a brownstone in a fashionable area of the Upper West side, enjoying my career as an associate editor for Harper's Magazine. When the muse visited, I occasionally contributed articles and poetry of my own.
I had passed that quiet morning in my library, enjoying a briar pipe as I edited articles and caught up with correspondence. It would prove to be the last truly peaceful day of my life.
A knock on the door interrupted me. After a "Yes?" my housemaid Miss Winston entered. At her side was a young woman.
"Mr. Jennings, I've a young lady here applying for the maid-of-all-work position we have open. Do you have time, sir, to speak to her?"
"Yes, I suppose." I rose from my desk and approached the two. Miss Winston was a widow in her late 30s who had been in my employ for five years. She was a dutiful servant, although her habit of stuttering made her painfully shy.
"Sir," she said tremulously, "may I present Miss Siobhán Flynn. Siobhán, this Mr. Herbert Jennings, the master of the house."
With a nervous smile, the girl managed an awkward curtsy, saying, "Very nice t' meet ye, sir." Her Irish brogue was thick but nonetheless pleasing to the ear.
"My pleasure, Miss Flynn. Has Miss Winston advised you of your duties as maid- of-all-work?"
"Yes sir, she has," Siobhán replied.
As we spoke, my eyes roamed over the girl, seeing her scuffed boots; a rough wool dress and cloak of inferior quality; a thick mass of oily dark tresses, greatly in need of a good washing.
Only in the girl's face did I find beauty. She had luminous eyes, rich green and with the longest eyelashes I have ever seen on a woman. Her skin was soft and radiant, the pure cream of her complexion becoming a most pleasing rose hue coloring her cheeks. Yes, I thought, here is a true daughter of Eire; an uncouth girl from the wilds of County Mayo perhaps.
"Tell me, what is your previous experience? Your qualifications?"
Miss Winston spoke first, saying, "She has no experience, I'm afraid, sir." Now occasionally stuttering, the woman went on, "Siobhán is the granddaughter of the Casey's, our greengrocers. She came over here in '81, and has worked for them. She .. she didn't get along well with some of the customers, so I was hoping you'd give her a chance to learn to be a maid."
"I see." I gazed at Siobhán, who returned my look impassively. Yet I sensed a fiery spirit beneath her calm exterior. And oddly enough, that she was judging me every bit as much as I her. Even then, some part of me hoped that the little sylph would approve of the older man before her, his russet hair turning gray along the sides.
The tart's lively eyes were so distracting that I found it necessary to look out the window. "Well, this is a live-in position, Siobhán, with your quarters in the attic. You will be on duty from six in the morning to ten at night, with two and a half hours for meals and another two hours in the afternoon to attend to personal needs."
"Yes sir."
"You will assist my cook Ella with meal preparation, will learn to serve tea, and to iron the newspapers. And of course you will never speak to guests unless spoken to, and only then to say yes sir or yes madam."
"Yes sir."
Now came an awkward pause. "Siobhán, would you please wait in the parlor. I need to speak to Miss Winston in private."
"Yes sir," she replied, then murmured words in a different language to Miss Winston.
"Wait just a moment," I said with some asperity. "Miss Winston, you speak Gaelic, do you not?"
"Yes sir, I do. My mother's family is Irish."
"Listen, both of you, there will be no Gaelic spoken in this household; nothing said that I as your master cannot understand. Is that clear?"
With eyes cast down, both women spoke as one. "Yes sir."
After the girl had left the room, I relit my pipe. "Miss Winston, that girl seems little more than an alley cat. Can you not find someone better? And I'd prefer a younger girl. Fifteen or so, as was Dora. This little wench will run off to marry some lout within the year."
"Sir, she is rough around the edges, but I'll do my best to train her. She's energetic and is willing to work hard. She's only turned eighteen, and will give many good years of service if treated well. The Casey's begged me to offer her to you. She desperately needs the money."
"Something about her bothers me. You know how much I value a quiet, well-run household."
"P..p..p..please sir, I'll do my best to make sure she satisfies you!"
"Very well. But for heaven's sake clean her up! Give her a good bath; then let me see what she looks like in uniform."
Ah, I can only smile ruefully as I look back upon that morning! How ironic that I did not want that girl in my house; and that I actually expected my life to be serene even after I had met her!
I dismissed my housemaid, and shortly after dressed for lunch at my club. After making several social calls in the afternoon, I returned home at four. The clouds had lowered again, promising more rain.
Miss Winston approached me in her usual state, as jittery as a sparrow. "Sir, I laid in a fire in your library. Would it please you to take some tea there?"
"Yes, thanks, that would be most welcome."
I settled at my desk and was looking over a manuscript when a figure approached. I glanced up, and it was Siobhán. She smiled nervously, saying, "Sir, I have yer tea for ye."
I think perhaps in some way I was lost then, at the very moment I looked upon her. She was now well-scrubbed, a rich mane of raven hair spilling out from her maid's mobcap. She was wearing a black floor-length broadcloth uniform and a white apron. A stand up collar enclosed the girl's long neck.
As any man would do, my eyes were drawn to Siobhán's chest, where the fabric was stretched to the limit by her full bosom. Nature had chosen to bless this girl with most bountiful endowments, great mounds that seemed quite out of place on such a nymph.
I gaped for longer than was decent, and finally realized that Miss Winston was standing near the door awaiting my verdict.
"Why, Miss Winston," I smiled, "you have transformed the girl! She is quite lovely. If her service is as pleasing as her appearance, we have found ourselves a jewel!"
"T..t..t..thank you sir!" Miss Winston said, no small amount of relief in her voice.
Of course I looked back to Siobhán, indeed was helpless to do otherwise. She was now blushing as she poured the tea. Her full lips were a delicate pink hue, and as she drew close I savored the aroma of lilac perfume mixed with a more piquant fragrance that I would learn was the girl's natural body scent.
She was, all in all, a delightful creature; a flower that had bloomed in the desert of Manhattan. I felt no lust for her, but rather joy that such beauty would grace my quarters and add flavor to my life. It was the first of many thoughts that set me on my path to the unthinkable.
*******
As I awakened the next morning, my first thought was of the comely Irish maid. That should have warned me. Already she had piqued my interest more than was proper. But I ignored the sign.
In the days that followed, Siobhán proved to be a diligent worker and was quick to learn. Her youthful beauty and charm were too much for even a man of my years to ignore. I found myself instinctively tracking her whereabouts in the house. If I did not see the girl for a while, I would make an excuse to myself and walk to the kitchen or the sewing room just for a glimpse of her. Again, this was a warning sign to which I paid no heed.
Like any 18-year-old Irish lass, she was high-spirited, even boisterous. One day she accosted the bread delivery boy, declaring that his bread was stale, and refused to let Ella accept it. The incident ended with Siobhán shoving the lad out the door as she berated him. I was obliged to write a note of apology to our baker.
But the crucial episode came a week later. I returned home early with my cousin Horace Atkins and his wife Sarah, whom I had invited for dinner. We walked into the dining room. Just then Ella burst from the kitchen, with Siobhán in hot pursuit.
Their clothing and faces were dusted with flour. Siobhán grabbed the older woman by her fat arm, laughing and saying, "Hold on, ye big cow! I ain't powdered yer nose yet!" She threw a handful of flour at Ella, some of which landed on my guests and me.
The women's rambunctious play ended only when they bumped into Sarah, who cried, "I say!" Horace also was startled, exclaiming, "My word!"
I was of course mortified, shamed to my boots that my kin would see horseplay among my servants. My face red with anger, I growled, "What is the meaning of this!"
Both maids froze in terror, then began to apologize profusely as they brushed the flour from us. Miss Winston, who had been upstairs, came down and scolded the girls as well, herding them back into the kitchen. I ordered the housemaid to bring us drinks in the parlor, and later we enjoyed a pleasant meal. But I knew that Sarah, an inveterate gossip, now had an amusing story for our friends and relatives.
Our meal ended at nine. Siobhán, still blushing, helped the Atkins into their overcoats as I bade them goodnight. Miss Winston had returned to her own home by then, and Ella had fled to her quarters off the kitchen as soon as the dishes were washed.
Still fuming, I turned to the girl. "I'll see you shortly in my upstairs study."
I had a tall brandy then. Perhaps it was excess drink that planted the idea in my mind. An idea that seemed at once horrific and yet set my blood to racing. You must understand, dear reader, that an obsession like mine does not arrive with a trumpet blast that allows a man to recognize and resist it as would be his nature.
No, it steals upon you slyly, like a winter fog, enclosing you ever so gently until you become lost in its mists. Lost and helpless in the face of its allure.
In just that state, I waited in my study. There was a knock on the door, and after bidding her do so, Siobhán entered. She stood meekly before me, hands behind her back and eyes downcast.
"Young lady," I began, "you humiliated me in front of my guests tonight. I cannot tolerate that from my employees. Do you want to stay in my hire?"
"Oh yes sir! I'm happy here. Please don't discharge me! We didn't mean no harm!"
"Yet harm was done. I must punish you, to remind you I will not abide that kind of unruly play."
After a pause, she said, "Yes sir."
My heart was now pounding. Did I dare? Could I say the words? "Bend over and place your elbows on the desk there."
"Sir?" Then Siobhán's eyes grew bright as she understood what was to happen.
As if someone else were speaking, I heard myself say, "But first, raise your dress and petticoat above your waist."
The girl gasped, her eyes now flashing with anger. "I will do no such shameful thing!"
I grabbed her by the shoulders, and with a madman's voice said, "I am your master! I feed and clothe you and give you shelter! You will take whatever discipline I choose!"
"No sir! I will not!"
"Then leave this room. And keep going! If you walk out, then you are no longer in my hire!"
Our eyes remained locked together for a few seconds. Then a look of surrender came over the girl. I released her; she stooped down and pulled up her petticoat, dress, and apron, then bent over the desk.
She was wearing typical cotton bloomers, lined with pink lace and open at the crotch. My heart pounding, scarcely believing what I was doing, I placed my hands on the draws holding the bloomers at her waist. The girl looked back to me, her eyes like great saucers now. I expected another outcry, but she only waited, now submitting to this ultimate shame.
As if in a dream, I pulled the bloomers down to her knees.
I rose up and looked upon Siobhán's naked buttocks, spread before me in all their glory. I had never seen this part of a woman's anatomy save in paintings and sculpture. But what artist could capture the beauty that filled my eyes? Her derriere was perfection, as white as alabaster yet soft as Naples silk, inviting my touch.
I gently laid one hand on the trembling girl's shoulder, then brought the other down on her buttocks with a resounding smack! And oh, the ecstasy! I thrilled at the sound, which echoed off the walls, as my hand hit her supple flesh. To her muffled cry of "Ooh!" To the shimmy that spread through the fat of her cheeks. To the faint pink glow that marked where my hand had been. It was joy beyond words.
I leisurely spanked the tart. After several smacks I paused to gently caress her firm bottom, relishing the silky feel of her flesh, my hand eagerly exploring this virgin province. And when I once again came down on her cheeks with another vigorous whack, I felt a keen surge of electricity up my arm. It was quite the most amazing sensation I had ever known in my life.
Now I was no longer administering due justice, but was taking a man's pleasure. The feelings of domination mixed with the pure delight of Siobhán's naked bottom left me almost faint with wonder.
I tried to stop after a few smacks, but could not resist yet another and another. It was if some part of me had declared independence from my conscience, and must revel in just one more delightful whack of her sweet flesh; in savoring the spectacle of that bright rosy glow spreading across her cheeks.
Finally, gasping for breath, I paused to view my handiwork. The girl's round buttocks were blushing a deep pink. Never had I seen anything so beautiful as Siobhán's well-paddled bottom.
Siobhán then glanced back to me, her eyes damp with tears. "Oh please, sir!" she whimpered.
"Have you learned your lesson, young lady?" I asked, my hand probing and squeezing her soft red cheeks.
"Oh yes sir!"
"Shall I make sure of it?"
"Whatever ye wish, sir!" she murmured, her eyes telling me that she was truly in my power.
That look inflamed me again; I rained more blows on Siobhán's cheeks, these smacks more light and designed to sting. Each was accompanied by a faint "ooh" from the girl, her head now bowed in acceptance of my hand's will.
Finally I could take no more. Still in my trance, I reached down and pulled Siobhán's bloomers up, discovering yet another delight: the scent of her body and her pussy. The rich pungent aroma of Siobhán once again electrified me. Overcome with affection for this creature who could provide such sensory bliss, I planted a long loving kiss on each of her buttocks, my lips feeling the heat still radiating from my discipline.
As I stood back, the girl rose and lowered her garments into place. Her eyes suddenly began to blaze with fury as she stood before me, tears running down her cheeks. With a cry of, "You, you..!" Siobhán reflexively drew back her hand to strike me. But she could not. I was the master, she the maid. It was unthinkable.
So filled with animal lust was I that I exulted in the fact that there would be no punishment for my sin. I could satisfy my appetite for this tart without remorse or regret. Or so I thought.
Wiping away tears, the sweet lass turned and ran from the room. I sat down, my manhood throbbing with pleasure. I felt a gush of semen and savored perhaps the longest and most satisfying climax of my life.
*******
When I awoke the next morning, however, mortification at what I had done cloaked me like a shroud. I dressed and went downstairs to the kitchen, where an unsmiling Siobhán served my tea. Ella, cheerfully ignorant of the outrage that had taken place last night, made my breakfast. Just before leaving for work, I called Siobhán into my library and locked the door behind her.
I sat at my desk, she across from me. Blushing with shame, I spoke. "Siobhán, I am so, so dreadfully sorry for what I did last night. It was inexcusable. Can you find it in your heart to forgive me?"
She gazed at me coldly. "No sir, I cannot."
"Nor can I blame you for feeling this way. But my girl, let me pledge to you now that I will never again touch you, and will always treat you with the utmost respect. I humbly beg your forgiveness."
Her face still grim, she spoke. "Will that be all, sir?"
"Yes, Siobhán, that will be all."
As the girl left, I felt a measure of relief. Every man, I rationalized, is surely entitled to one lapse in judgment. But now I had given her my solemn word, which was as good as gold. Ah, how little did I know myself!
Even so, in the days that followed I became yet more enchanted by Siobhán. Whenever she brought the tea tray to my library and walked from the room, I would gaze at her figure, recalling the sublime charm of her buttocks. It never failed to stir my manhood.
Siobhán alone saw the desire in my eyes that grew with each passing day. A short time later I hosted a small soirée, where the girl's beauty earned both her and me many accolades. I was thrilled to know that my friends admired this creature who was under my dominion. Such is a man's vanity!
As the party was breaking up, I found myself gazing at Siobhán with unbridled lust. She looked at me for a second, then lowered her eyes and briefly nodded yes. I blinked in surprise, but she raised her eyes and yet again nodded yes, a blush on her cheeks.
By eleven o'clock the house was quiet. I waited, still unsure, in my upstairs study. Then Siobhán entered. With a subservient look, she dutifully raised her clothing and bent over the desk.
We repeated our ritual as before. I drew down her bloomers and spanked her sweet young bottom, then tenderly kissed her nether cheeks, feeling that delicious mix of guilt and pleasure. Afterwards she adjusted her garments and gave me another blistering look; then she left the room without a word having been exchanged.
I lay in bed, wondering why Siobhán had submitted to me again. She had of course committed no offense that would warrant such ill-treatment. Her only sin was to be young and beautiful. Did she think it was expected to keep her employment? It was not. But to my shame I could not bring myself to tell her this.
Of course, the next morning I felt lower than dirt. I apologized profusely. But I made no vow to never repeat my disgraceful behavior. We both knew by then that it would be folly to do so.
So now our pattern was set. Each week I would thoroughly spank that darling girl. Our secret ritual became the highlight of my life. When work's dreariness oppressed my spirit, I would recall those delightful moments with Siobhán: her glowing naked buttocks; her delectable scent; her seething look when it was over. Of that period in life I can recall no other moments that gave such transcendent pleasure.
I spanked her supple young derriere not to discipline or teach her a lesson, but for the sheer pleasure it gave me. As time went on I spent more time fondly caressing her cheeks made warm by my hand. No less pleasurable was the feel of my lips roaming over their expanse. Never was a woman's behind more lovingly or thoroughly kissed than was Siobhán's.
Instead of the desk, I would occasionally bid Siobhán place her knees on the seat of my chair with her back to me. With her thighs vertical and her calves horizontal, she would hold the chair and instinctively thrust out her buttocks, which gave me a full and most delightful view of all her feminine charms. This so inflamed me that I would spank all the harder, then kiss and worship her buttocks all the more affectionately.
One night just after Thanksgiving, Siobhán came to the study wearing her outer cape and bonnet. "Have you been out?" I asked.
"Yes sir. I was running away from ye."
A shudder went through me. "But you came back."
"Yes sir. I packed me little grip, walked down the alley and was on me way down Amsterdam Avenue to me grandparents." As she removed her cape, she paused, a bleak look on her face. "Did ye know, sir, that me sister Deirdre was beaten most every week by her husband before the bastard left her?"
"No, I'm sorry to hear that."
"And even grandfather Séamus now and then strikes Bridget." Wiping a tear from her cheek, she went on, "It seems a woman's lot in life to suffer blows from men. I decided that if all I have to do is let you spank me bum now and then, it's no worse than I might receive from any man."
She eyed me keenly. "Is that all to which I must submit?"
"I wish I could promise you that, Siobhán, but I cannot." Her eyes were now filled with dread as I stepped behind her and began to unbutton her maid's uniform. When the dress was undone, I grasped the sleeves and pulled it down to her waist.
Siobhán was wearing a short chemise, trimmed in lace. As I unbuttoned it she realized my new fascination. I thought she would look down in shame, but instead she gazed at me evenly, never wavering.
I removed the chemise and stepped back to look at Siobhán, who was now nude from the waist up. I had thought her buttocks to be sensual perfection, but no, that honor belonged to her breasts.
"Siobhán," I breathed, "you are truly beautiful." She seemed unreal, as if she had stepped out of a painting by Manet. Her great creamy breasts were nearly the size of honeydews, flawless in every way. They sagged ever so slightly from their sheer weight. Her nipples were fresh rosebuds, surrounded by wide areolae of warm pink suffused with a hint of tan.
Like her buttocks, Siobhán's breasts wanted a man's touch. I sat down in my desk chair and gestured to my lap. "Come, girl, sit."
Her eyes wide with fear, she came and settled into my lap, trembling like a frightened doe. The tension in the room was almost unbearable. I placed one hand on the back of her neck and the other gently on her bosom, feeling an electric thrill as my hands roamed over the most delightful globes that a man can be privileged to touch. Their soft, yet firm and supple feel left me breathless.
Our eyes were locked together, just inches apart. "What am I doing, Siobhán?" I whispered.
"You are feeling me boosom, sir."
"Do you enjoy it?"
"No sir."
"But you accept it?"
"Yes sir, you are me master."
My cock leaped in my pants as I bent down to place my lips on her soft skin, so translucent that I could faintly discern veins beneath. For long moments I savored the taste of her nipples; the scent of her body; the indescribable pleasure of my hands gently kneading her firm young breasts.
Having satisfied my appetite, I looked once again into her eyes. "Thank you, Siobhán."
Now blushing intensely, the girl quickly got up and began to put on her chemise and re-button her dress. She eyed me with that curious mix of obeisance and defiance that I had come to know so well. She could not have known that her helpless indignation merely fueled my desire for her.
This, you see, is where an obsession takes you. It teases and tantalizes, always suggesting yet more and baser pleasures, daring you to go farther, to taste it all. Now firmly in its grip, I could do nothing but obey.
*******
There are some moments in a man's life so vivid that he remembers every detail. One such moment for me came in late December, on the night of our first heavy snowstorm of the season.
I remember sitting in my study, silent except for the hiss of coal burning in the fireplace and the occasional muffled sound of a hansom cab passing outside. I watched snow swirling down outside my window, then glanced down to watch Siobhán's pink lips glide the length of my stiff manhood. For the first time in my life, a woman was pleasuring my cock with her mouth.
The idea had come to me a week earlier, and had driven me mad with passion. Could a divine creature like Siobhán bring herself to offer this most obscene of pleasures to her lord? The thought of her submitting to me that way thrilled me almost as much as the act itself.
When the girl had slipped into my study that night, I was waiting in a stuffed chair in my robe and pajamas. The pajamas were unbuttoned, and as she approached I pulled out my semi-hard manhood and testicles.
She let out a sharp gasp, saying, "Oh, no, please sir, not that!"
I made no reply, only laid a small pillow on the floor in front of me where she was to kneel. With a look of abject acceptance, the girl settled before me, placing her hand and then her soft lips on my manhood.
I had thought that Siobhán's buttocks and her breasts gave the ultimate in carnal pleasure. But I was wrong. It was her sweet warm mouth, now engulfing my cock and sending me into spasms of ecstasy. Never had I imagined that such delectations were ours to enjoy this side of Paradise.
The tart dutifully kissed, licked, and swallowed my manhood. I closed my eyes, now experiencing all the more intensely the sensations that her lewd mouth provided. "Go slow, girl," I whispered feverishly, "ever so slow. Please your master."
The nymph did just that. She withdrew from my cock and slowly moved her tongue around the head and down the shaft, then opened her lips to welcome me again. She eased her lips down my shaft in the most delightful manner possible. Her only purpose was to please her lord, to use her silken mouth for his pleasure.
Indescribable moments of bliss were followed by a quivering in my manhood that raised me to new heights. I all but exploded in her mouth, gasping as jets of semen flooded out of me. The angel obediently gripped my manhood with her lips and never spilled a drop.
Still out of breath, I drew out a handkerchief and gave it to the girl. She took it and released my semen into it, wiped her mouth, and then rose and threw the soiled cloth into the fireplace.
I placed my still-tingling cock back in my pajamas and rose to my feet. Siobhán looked at me, a mix of fury and humiliation in her eyes. "Why must you abase me so!" she cried in a low voice.
"I am helpless to do otherwise, my girl. How can I explain it?"
"Try!"
"Siobhán, you are in my power and must obey me. Yet I am just as much in the power of this passion I have for you. I cannot resist it any more than you can disobey me!"
Did part of her understand? She shook her head, saying, "God have mercy on us." Then she left the room.
*******
I fought, dear reader, against what I knew was the ultimate degradation of Siobhán. I truly did. But weeks before it actually happened, I knew that it was as inevitable as death.
Each time I spanked the maiden, I saw the lush tufts of her pubic hair, as black as night, and the mystical cleavage that it covered. On a bitter cold night in January, with the wind howling outside and making my spirit just as wild, I paddled Siobhán's naked bottom as was my wont. But I could not stop there, not on this night. I took out my throbbing cock and, spreading her legs, placed it against her damp labia.
She gasped, crying, "Oh no, sir, please! Not that! Let me take it in my mouth instead, sir! I beg you!"
"It must be, my girl," I whispered as I bent over her and felt my manhood glide into her wet sheath. Now we both cried out, helpless to stop this primal ritual of a man satisfying his animal instinct with a woman.
I was made literally faint by the luscious velvet feel of Siobhán's pussy; by the rich musky fragrance that engulfed us. Mustering all my willpower, I withdrew, determined to make our ultimate pas de deux as satisfying as possible.
Pulling the girl up by her shoulder, I turned her around, saying, "Take off your apron. And your dress."
She gazed at me, that look of defiance again in her eyes. I think she was mere seconds from dashing out of the room. But she could not. Her eyes never leaving mine, she disrobed as commanded.
"Please sir, not me petticoat too. Leave me something."
"Very well. But take off your chemise."
The tart obeyed, then stepped to me, knowing my thoughts. Our eyes again locked together, I caressed her breasts, probing and savoring her womanly charms. I planted loving kisses on her cleavage and her nipples, then drew up and grasped her shoulders. She willingly let me turn her around and bend her over the desk.
The thrill of once again entering the girl's warm citadel was almost unbearable. I thrust ever so slowly, but the sensation of my cock sliding deeply into her wet flesh drove me closer to climax. In desperation I withdrew and bent down, caressing her buttocks and kissing them unabashedly.
Adding to the thrill was the strong musky aroma of her pussy, now in service to my cock. I saw that her nether lips were open and slack, glistening in the dim gaslight. This most carnal feature of the girl was, to my eyes, as lovely as a dew-covered flower. Helplessly I rose and again took the maiden, sliding my cock the length of her, even as my hands reached forward to cup her soft globes.
How long I repeated this cycle of entering her and then pausing to worship Siobhán's nether region with my lips I do not know. I was somehow transported to a place where time did not exist, a paradise where sensual pleasure obliterated all awareness of anything other than this adorable girl's body.
My eventual gush of semen into her was bittersweet; a sensation beyond bliss yet marking the end of the most intense pleasure a man can take. Afterwards I pulled her up from the desk and for long moments held her from behind, kissing the back of her neck and caressing her soft bosom. Captivated by the feel of her warm body against mine, I felt as if a mere mortal were holding an angel.
Finally I buttoned my pants as Siobhán collected and put on her clothing. She glanced at me then, a look of great sadness on her face. "Are ye now through with me, sir?"
"Through with you?"
"Yes sir. You have taken every pleasure I can offer ye. Is that not enough?"
Once again came the inevitable feeling of remorse. "Ah Siobhán, what can I say? Considering who you are and who I am, a single moment enjoying your charms is too much; and a lifetime is not enough. I do not know how to answer you."
I cannot understand divine Providence. Why does it place before us such irresistible earthly delights as a woman's buttocks, her breasts, her mouth and best of all her pussy, and yet say that only with a wife can a man satisfy his carnal needs?
A week later Siobhán slipped wordlessly into my study. The look in her eyes told me. She knew that I would once again bury my manhood in her warm body. She was now resigned. Her entire body was mine, a willing vessel for my pleasure.
And so the winter passed. The colder the nights, the hotter burned my passion for that sylph. She faithfully submitted herself to me. I allowed her one liberty, that of choosing how to please me. Entering and kneeling before me meant that her mouth would render pleasure that night. Bending over my desk meant that a good spanking was in store. If she removed her bloomers before she did so, then I was invited to enjoy her pussy as well.
I never demurred in her choice. There was, quite literally, no way that the nymph could fail to satisfy. Siobhán Flynn was beauty and eroticism made flesh. There were times that I thought her so delightful that sin lay not in enjoying her body, but in denying oneself the pleasure. Such are the depths to which a man can sink.
In early March I left New York to spend a few days at the retreat of a banker friend, Elliott Stearns, north of the city at Stony Point. I passed many pleasant hours with his son Edwin Stearns, who had just entered Yale and like myself had a great love of poetry.
I returned home on a Monday, arriving late in the afternoon. The house seemed oddly quiet. After I called for her, Miss Winston appeared, trembling and her face ashen.
"Where is everyone?" I asked. "Tell Siobhán to bring some tea to my study."
"I cannot, sir. She has disappeared."
"What!"
"Yes sir. She ran away the day after you left. I made inquiries, and she's not at her grandparents' house. No one knows where she has gone."
"But why would she leave?"
The woman looked at me in icy reproach. "C..c..can you not guess, sir? Did you n..n..not ever know?"
*******
The next few months were a nightmare. I searched for the girl. So much did I ache for her that my health began to suffer. I began to have headaches; to break into night sweats; to have colds and bouts of flu that lingered for weeks. Worst of all were the uncontrollable fits of coughing.
But that was nothing compared to the emptiness I felt without Siobhán. Only in her absence did I realize how much that maiden truly meant to me. She had given her body to me; but in so giving, she had taken. Taken some essence of me; now I felt little more than an empty shell.
In desperation I turned to professional sleuths. The Pinkerton Detective Agency proved tenacious. On August 1, 1888, they located my nymph in Philadelphia. She was working at a bakery in the Carroll Park area of the city.
I ordered them to not contact her, but to maintain watch and to deliver twice- weekly reports of her from that point on. By then my health had become so poor that I was obliged to take medical leave from Harper's.
On a bright day in late October, I traveled by train to Philadelphia. Just before sundown, I knocked on a first-floor apartment on Brandywine Street. Siobhán answered almost at once. She had gained a little weight. Beneath her peasant blouse, her breasts were swollen, even more full than I remembered. Her features were well defined, more that of a woman.
She looked at her caller, and after a few seconds said, "You."
"Hello, Siobhán." My pulse was racing; it was difficult to breathe. She seemed too beautiful to be real. So often had I dreamed of her full lips and her deep green eyes that now I could scarcely believe that I was once again gazing at her in the flesh.
"And what do ye want?"
"I came to visit you. And to see my son Thomas."
A startled look crossed her face. "Come in," she said, and then added, "so ye know that I bore ye a child. And that his name is Thomas."
I entered and sat on the worn sofa to which she directed me. "The agents I hired are quite thorough. A week ago, a lady stopped you on the street to admire and ask about the babe. She was in my employ. I also know that you have agreed to marry Robert Ferguson, who owns the bakery where you work."
With a wry smile, the girl rose and brought a sleeping infant from a tiny bedroom. She glanced at me and back to the babe. A look of pure love for my son came to her face. At that moment, Siobhán Flynn was more beautiful than I had ever seen her; a lovelier Madonna could not be imagined.
She handed the babe to me. "He is your son. Do you believe me?"
"Yes. You told Miss Winston that I was the father." I gazed in awe at the tiny creature, my own flesh and blood. I noted the russet down on his head, the faint dimple in his chin that marked him as a Jennings. Turning back to Siobhán, I continued, "You told her that you felt life begin to quicken within you just days after the first time I ... we..."
"Yes," Siobhán smiled dryly, "How would you describe what ye did to me?"
"We did not make love. But we did make this child."
"Aye, we did. Shall I tell him some day that the seed that gave rise to him was planted as I was bent over a mahogany desk, with tears running down me cheeks?"
I lowered my head in shame. "My treatment of you was unforgivable."
She eyed me dispassionately, having heard it all before. "Would ye like some tea, sir?"
"Yes, that would be most welcome."
I held Thomas as Siobhán made tea and brought it into the living room. She poured me a cup, almost as if we were master and servant again. "Are ye well?" she asked. "You look like death warmed over."
"You are not far from the truth."
"Meaning?"
"I am dying, Siobhán. I have tuberculosis. It seems to be a rather virulent kind. At the moment it's in remission, but the doctors give me no hope. They say I have a year to live, two at the most, and then only if I go west to a dry climate."
Siobhán's face went pale. "Is this true, sir?"
"Yes."
A mix of emotions came to her face. To my surprise, her eyes became wet with tears. "I'm so very sorry, Mr. Jennings. You seem awful young to die."
"But die I must. Which brings me to the real purpose of my visit."
"And that is?"
"As you may know, I have a grown daughter who lives in Chicago. But no male heirs. It would mean the world to me if you would give Thomas my name. Thomas Jennings. In return, I will acknowledge him as my true son, and make him heir to half my estate."
Siobhán took a sip of tea. "You surprise me, sir. I thought ye'd pretend that yer little maid and her poor babe never existed."
"Nothing could be farther from the truth." Looking out into the street through chintz curtains, I went on, "When a man's life draws to a close, he wants to know that something of him lives on. The Jennings family name is an old one; we've been in New York for generations. I would like to do my family duty. To pass the torch, our name and blood carried into the future. That is what I most fervently desire."
"Rob was saying he'd adopt the lad. A proud one is me Rob."
"I cannot be a father to the boy, Siobhán. Robert must be. But this is what I can give you and my son. I have retained a lawyer here in Philadelphia to administer a trust fund for the boy. It will cover all your expenses in raising him. If and when you and Robert have children, the same amount will be given to each of your own children."
"If Thomas or anyone in this family falls ill, you will be cared for in the finest hospital. Should the lad have a quick mind, he can attend the best private schools and eventually college, preferably an Ivy League school. At the age of 25 he will receive his full inheritance."
"How much do ye think twill be?"
"My accountant says on the order of half a million dollars."
"All this, and after ye gave me no help when I was carrying the babe?"
"That's not entirely true. Do you remember Mrs. Parsons, who befriended you in August and just so happened to be a mid-wife? She looked after you, helped deliver the boy, and never took a cent for her efforts."
"That was you?"
"Yes. She too was in my hire. The night you gave birth, I received a telegram from her, informing me that I had a son."
"So ye'd do all this just to have the lad bear your name?"
I smiled bitterly. "And perhaps as one final apology to you, my girl; unlike all the others, this one is truly sincere."
Siobhán smiled. That smile caused a great sadness to overwhelm me. Tears began to fill my eyes and trickle down my cheeks.
"Sir, why are ye crying?"
I looked at the girl in abject misery, now fully understanding for the first time. "Siobhán, I spent so much time thinking only to use you for my pleasure. I should have been thinking of ways to make you laugh, to bring that wonderful smile to your face! You cannot imagine the regret I feel!"
The girl watched me in silence as I drew out a handkerchief and wiped the tears from my face. Finally she spoke. "Sir, I will tell ye something I never told anyone and hardly admitted to meself."
Now rising and looking out the window, she went on, "It's in a woman's nature to want to please a man. Even as wee children we're taught that's our purpose in life." Taking a deep breath, she glanced at me, saying, "Would it make ye feel better to know some part of me was glad to give ye pleasure?"
"You was a handsome distinguished gent, me a little servant girl. Ooh ye made me so mad! Paddling me bum and making me do all that other! But later on, lying in bed, I'd sometimes think tweren't so bad. That I was doing what a woman's best fit to do, give pleasure to a man."
"But I want ye t' know I kept me pride. Some part of me I never gave to you and will never give to any man. I ain't no slattern."
"You could never be that, Siobhán."
"Sir, I want to ask. Did ye ever feel anything more than just desire for me body? Anything a'tall?"
Again came the tears. "Siobhán, when you left I did miss the pleasure you gave me. But what I missed more was you, yourself. Your quiet smile when you brought my tea in the morning, even if I had paddled you shamefully the night before. Your lovely face; your friendly welcome in the evening when I came home from work. Your laughter as you joked with Ella. That is what I missed most."
"You say it's a woman's nature to want to please a man. It seems a man's nature to desire a woman's body, without realizing how much more there is to her. Dear girl, you brightened my life as no woman has ever done. You are the only thing I will miss when I am finished here on earth. From the bottom of my heart I say that!"
She blessed me with another smile. "That will have to do, I guess."
Three days later, I met Siobhán and her fiancé Robert Ferguson at the law office of Williams and Burns. Robert was a ruddy-faced Scotsman, as poor as a church mouse. His clothing was threadbare but clean. I searched his eyes carefully, finally satisfied that they were the eyes of a good and decent man.
We signed all documents making Thomas Jennings my legal heir. Then we walked out of the office to the terrace of the building, adjusting our topcoats. The day was dim and misty, with raindrops gathering on our wool garments.
Robert and I paused as Siobhán walked on. "So," he said, "we are through with you now?"
"Yes."
"Every lad needs a father. I will try to be that to Thomas."
"I am sure you will." Again tears welled up in my eyes. I took the man's arm.
"What is it?" he asked.
Struggling to breathe, I spoke. "I want you to know, sir, that I would give every cent I have, indeed would sell my soul to the devil, to walk in your shoes for even a little while. Because you have the love of that girl, Siobhán Flynn. And a lifetime to spend with her. You must know what a treasure she is. Love and respect her! Treat her as I could not!"
Robert nodded, then went down the steps and took her hand. Siobhán gave me one last look, a wan smile on her face. They walked down the street, hand in hand. The misting rain and the crowd began to enclose them, and after a block I could see them no more.
*******
I have penned these words in my sleeping car on the Sunset Limited of the Southern Pacific Railroad. The desolate terrain of West Texas passes before my eyes as a dreamscape; a bleak foretaste of my future. Tomorrow I arrive in Deming, New Mexico and Doña Ana Sanatorium, where I will pass my last days on earth. Can this really be happening to me?
I leave this story to my descendents. Perhaps they will understand; perhaps not. But how can I convey to them feelings that seem too deep for words? Shall I tell them in closing that the hours I spent with that girl were the sweetest of my life? Shall I confess to them and to God that even now, the memory of those carnal acts to which I subjected her gives me the most ineffable pleasure?
But my deathbed awaits me. There I pray that just before my eyes close for good I will see a vision of her lovely face; that with my last breath I will utter her name, my beloved Siobhán. |
19,575 | The Young Sales Executive | gracesnowpaw | NonConsent/Reluctance | 2014-09-22 | 2015-03-07 | 2022-01-01 14:48:19 | 12 | literotica.com | https://www.literotica.com/s/the-young-sales-executive-ch-01 | 1. Young Sales exec deals with temptations. 2. Young Sales exec deals with temptations. 3. Young Sales exec deals with temptations 4. Young Sales exec deals with temptations. 5. Young Sales exec deals with temptations. 6. Young Sales exec deals with temptations. 7. Young Sales exec deals with temptations. 8. Young sales exec deals with temptations. 9. Young sales exec deals with temptations. 10. Young sales exec deals with temptations. 11. Young Sales exec deals with temptations. 12. Young Sales exec deals with temptations. | ['Business', 'Cheating', 'Cumshot', 'Date', 'Forced', 'Older', 'Oral', 'Swallowing', 'Taken', 'Younger'] | 4.41 | Jessica is a 27 year old woman who was recently promoted to an account executive role in a large technology firm. Her new role had her travelling more than ever to visit with clients, promote new services which normally involved dinner and drinks with key clients on a regular basis.
Her husband Josh was quite understanding of the amount of travel and shared in the excitement of her advancement. Jess was his high school sweet heart and only woman he had ever been with. When she was around he could never take his eyes off her petite little frame as she bopped around the house.
Now becoming routine, he sat on the bed as Jessica packed her overnight bag. Watching closely as she travelled back and forth from the dresser to the overnight bag. She was wearing one of his dress shirts and the bottom of her butt cheeks occasionally peeked out as she bent to get clothes from the bottom drawer. When she turned back to the bed he had the pleasant view of her perky B cup breasts pressing against the fabric of the shirt.
"Need a picture horny boy?" Jessica laughed as she busted Josh starring at her breasts through his shirt.
"I was hoping you were going to stop packing and unpacking that bag so I can get a better look!" Josh had a perfect smile. His teeth were perfect and gleaming white as his devilish smile appeared.
Reaching in to the bag again, she said "Hmm, maybe I shouldn't pack..."
It was too much for Josh; he wanted her and grabbed her mid sentence pulling her to him. Josh quickly pulled back the covers to reveal his naked body. His cock stood at attention as he guided her hand to it "Your friend doesn't want to wait anymore Jess!"
"Oh my!" she giggled as she squeezed his hard cock. "I can't have that, now can I?" As her other hand grabbed his cock she squeezed it. Both hands wrapped it and the tip of his cock still popped out the end. Playfully she turned to face him causing her blonde hair to flip over her far shoulder. "Is this better?" She began to stroke him.
"Mmm, I think he likes that" his voice was soft and low. "Maybe you should talk to him and ask him yourself?"
Jess lowered her lips towards his cock and watched him shift in to position. Her hot breath rained down over his swollen head as she spoke "Do you like the way I'm stroking you big guy?"
"Mmmm" Josh's hips slowly moved his cock to her lips
Jess playfully licked the head with a flicking motion as she moved her long blonde hair to one side getting it out of her mouth. Her other hand stroked him slowly as she began licking the rim of his helmet slowly. "Want more baby?"
"Oh yes baby, you know what I want." his voice strained in its low tone as his hips slowly bucked involuntarily.
Parting her lips she kissed his swollen head letting him begin the penetration of his mouth. Instantly she could taste his precum on her lips. She was not a fan of the taste of cum, but she loved making him explode this way. She squeezed his cock and used her thumb to wipe away the shiny drip on the head of his cock before sucking him deep in to her mouth.
Stroking him as she sucked his breath began laboured immediately as he babbled incoherently. His hands holding her head as if to guide her mouth up and down his cock. Only once did he try and force her head down and that did not work well for him. She loved that he was such a quick learner.
As she sucked his cock as far as she could she tried working more in. She was quite impressed with herself measuring just three fingers worth of cock she couldn't get in her mouth. His swollen head poked at the entrance of her throat. One day she would figure out how to take him all without gagging.
Snapping back to reality as the unique flavour of his precum returned and ran down her tongue. She swallowed quickly and pulled his cock from her mouth. She knew he was close and began stroking him faster as she licked the delicate underside of his cock.
"You gonna shoot that cum all over my breasts for me baby?" her sultry voice driving him wild. She moved to position her breasts where he could explode on them.
"Let me fuck you baby! You are gonna be gone for days this time!" He begged
Releasing her grip on his cock she leaned over to grab a condom from the night stand. Josh got up on his knees and his hard cock stood straight out. A long drip of his cum hung from the tip. Slowly Jess unrolled the condom over his cock giving it a quick stroke as she finished.
Josh quickly spun her to her knees on the bed. This was definitely a preferred position for both of them as he slid his cock into her pussy. She was soaking wet and ready for him as usual. Holding her ass firmly he watched as his cock disappeared into her tight little pussy. "One day, I wanna fuck this little ass of yours sweety!" The thought alone put him over the edge and cock began to explode. Holding himself deep in her as his orgasm subsided.
"You really were horny! I didn't even get warmed up." She gave him her sexiest smile over her shoulder as he pulled himself from her. Reaching back in the drawer she grabbed her bullet and began rubbing it over her aching pussy.
Josh quickly returned and grabbed her vibrator. He loved to fuck her with it. Affectionately named "pinky" he could barely put his hand around it and of course, it was very pink in colour. He loved watching her pussy adjust to the girth of pinky.
Slowly he worked the big head into her wet pussy and she tensed as the huge toy forced its way in to her. She felt so full when he fucked her with it and loved every minute of it. Slowly Josh worked pinky in and out of her with his face inches from her pussy.
Working about five inches into her pussy he began to pull it out and pound her faster until her pussy exploded. Her juices covering his face and he moved to get his mouth over her. Pinky lay there as he licked at her soaking wet pussy.
"Oops!" Jess giggled
"Yup, you got me again Jess baby. No warning at all!" he chuckled. His face was soaked in her juices. She really did squirt.
"I think I may have another orgasm that needs out. Wanna help a wife out? She lay back and the familiar sound of the vibrator returned to Josh's ears.
Adopting the position between her legs he toyed with the opening of her pussy once again with pinky. As he worked it in he traced his little finger down to her sphincter. Pausing briefly on it, he continued moving the big dildo in and out of her each time poking her rear with his finger. "One of these days I'm gonna put my dick in here!" His voice was determined and he began to fuck her pussy harder.
Pushing the big dildo in to her deeper still, his finger pressed itself trying to open her tight ass. She quickly swatted his hand away and he returned to giving her what she wanted. He licked and sucked at her thigh and outer lips as he plunged five or six inches of pinky in and out of her.
"OH GOD! HERE IT COMES!" her body arched throwing her hips towards the sky.
Josh sucked her clit in his mouth and continued fucking Jess as fast as he could with Pinky. Her pussy exploded again. Her warm juices squirted in her mouth as he sucked her swollen clitoris.
It didn't take long for Jess to squeeze his head in her thighs "OKAY OKAY! No more...it's too sensitive!"
As she released him from her scissor hold he slowly moved back and pulled the big dildo from her.
Laying there in each other's arms, there was no doubt in either of their minds how much they loved each other. As they basked in that familiar glow that a powerful orgasm has over you, Josh whispered "You are going to let me take that little bum someday aren't you?"
She kissed him on the lips quickly, "Exit only! I love you; it's just not something I'm willing to do."
Squeezing her tightly he kissed her again "I love you Jessica, more than you could ever know."
Silence filled the night and they drifted off to sleep.
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19,576 | Young Taimie Makes a Movie Ch. 01 | lapropdoc | NonConsent/Reluctance | 2005-01-04 | 2005-01-04 | 2022-01-01 15:49:03 | 1 | literotica.com | https://www.literotica.com/s/young-taimie-makes-a-movie-ch-01 | Aussie coed is blackmailed into porn stardom. | ['Bare Naked', 'Deep Knew', 'Groan Felt', 'Jeremy Gave', 'Mistress Smack', 'Moment Jeremy', 'Naked Kneeling', 'Smack Mistress', 'Sting Ass', 'Yeah Jeremy'] | 4.43 | "Damned, you're a good little Aussie cocksucker!"
An hour ago I was listening to a lecture at the Uni on Renaissance Art History. Now I was bare naked, kneeling behind a desk and between the legs of a stranger, his cock in my mouth, while his secretary gave me pointers on my technique.
"Come on," she said, standing next to his chair. "You've only got four more inches to go. Get all of his cock down your throat, bitch."
She was a petite little Asian, with long black hair. Mai-Ling was her name. She was wearing a short leather skirt, and white blouse. That blouse was open, and her tits, perky 34Bs were exposed. With one hand she was pinching her nipples hard. The guy I was blowing was an American, named Rick who was in town making adult films. At any other time I'd not be that attracted to him. He was little older than the men I go for, maybe mid forties. Though he was still in good shape. Tall, muscular, with short curly brown hair. He had that rough cowboy look to him. One good thing, his cock was a big one. Easily ten inches and thick. Just like I like them.
Oh, let me introduce myself. My name is Taimie and in most ways I think I'm a fairly average Australian college girl. For instance, I'm always broke, I don't study as hard as I should, and I love to party. In other ways though, I'm probably not average. I think I have above average looks - I'm blonde, 5'8", slender, but with fairly large breasts (C cup), nice legs, and a tight ass that I'm quite proud of. (I probably sound really conceited saying this, but I'm not really.) The other way I'm not quite average is my sex life. I've often wondered what the exact definition of a nymphomaniac is, and whether I meet the criteria. What can I say, I just love to fuck. And that's what got me in trouble.
There was a chuckle from the couch behind me. That was Jeremy, who goes to the same college as I do. Oh yeah and he's an asshole. Big asshole!
See I'd thought I had won a trip in a contest at the gym I go to a few months back. Three days and nights on one of the islands off the north coast. Turns out several other girls won the same trip at different gyms. We meet at the airport and took a private jet to the island. Once we landed we found out the truth.
The island was owned by this Japanese businessman named Nakamuri. Some rich old fart big in computers and microchips. Every few months he hosted a weekend party for friends and business associates, and we were to be the entertainment. Or we could be if we wanted to. See his friends really liked to fuck young college girls. We could fly right back and get nothing for our trouble or we could stay and make some money. It was a lot of money too, especially for me - I'm not going to tell you exactly how much. Everyone has their price, I just don't want everyone knowing what mine is.
Short story, I figured no one would ever know. Dumb me. Turns out Jeremy's dad was a friend of Nakamuri, and as a birthday present had brought Jeremy with him. I didn't recognize him then, but he recognized me. And before the first night was done, he'd slam fucked me hard while three of his mates held me down. Rammed his cock up my ass until he came, and mouth fucked me nearly unconscious. Being used by an asshole as his fucktoy for a night I could have handled. Like I said, I love to fuck. But the prick took pictures. Now he was blackmailing me into doing every dirty little thing he wanted, with the threat of sending those photos to my parents. He'd been doing that for a couple of months now. That's how I'd ended up here, auditioning for a part in an American porno movie.
I bobbed my head a bit faster, taking Rick's cock right to the entrance of my throat. Saliva had drooled out of my mouth, and had wet his cock to its base. I had one hand stroking the exposed part of his cock, while the other was juggling his balls. Every once in a while I'd tease my index finger across the skin between those balls and Rick's asshole. When I did, his hips would give a little lurch and he'd try and force a bit more of his cock into my mouth.
"I said I wanted to see that cock all the way down your throat." Mai-Ling stepped up next to me, and grabbed me by my hair. She seemed to have this real dominant side to her, ordering me around like a slave. I knew what she was about to do, so I took a quick breath.
It was a good thing I'd slobbered all over Rick's cock. Mai-Ling shoved my head down roughly. Rick's cock hit the back of my throat, and with a little pop, kept going. I almost gagged. I felt my throat stretch like it hadn't before. Like I said, his cock was big. She kept the pressure up on the back of my head until she'd forced my mouth to the base of his cock.
"What a good little slut you are. I knew you could take it all."
With her fingers still clenching my hair, I felt her move around behind me, between Rick's chair and his desk. She straddled my back, with one long leg on either side of me. My eyes were starting to water, and I needed to breath. Still she kept his cock buried to the base. Just before I thought I was going to pass out, she pulled my head back off Rick's cock. It made a wet pop as it came out.
"Now, suck him," she ordered, releasing my hair. "I want to see him come all over your face."
I took several gasping breaths, and then put Rick's cock back in my mouth. Mindful of her behind me, I began bobbing my mouth up and down, this time taking his cock into my throat. It almost hurt, the way it stretch out my throat but I kept at it.
Jeremy gave another chuckle. He's shown up right at the end of my earlier lecture. I couldn't do anything but glare, as I followed him outside. He had a copy of the local weekly paper, the one that covers the nightlife and rock bands. Sitting at a table in the Quad, he opened it to the Want-Ads, and pointed to an ad circled with a red marker.
"CASTING CALL: American Film Company looking for hot, young Australian women to star in an adult feature. Good pay for an afternoon's work. Call to set up an audition."
"You've got to be kidding." I said.
Jeremy smiled and shook his head. "Your audition's in about an hour. Let's go." He stood up and patted his pocket. "Unless you want your parents to see what a slut their daughter is?"
Damned, Damned, Damned! He had me and he knew it. My parents would be devastated if they ever saw the photos he had of me fucking and sucking like some common street corner tramp.
"Stick your finger up his ass," Mai-Ling said from behind me. "He loves that." I heard her open and close a desk drawer. "And remember, when he comes, no swallowing. I want to see it dripping down your pretty little Aussie face.
I'd hear some men liked that. My finger was slick with my saliva, so as I pushed it against Rick's asshole. After a little hesitation, it slided in easily. This was a first for me. Usually I was the one getting something up the ass. Rick groaned and pushed his hips off the chair, pushing his cock into my mouth.
All this sex was making me very hot. My pussy was literally dripping juices down my leg. But with one hand holding Rick's cock and the other with a finger up his ass, I couldn't do anything to help myself. The frustration was making me hotter and hotter. I took Rick's cock deep into my throat and held it. Wiggling my finger in his ass, I tried swallowing. The motion of my throat muscles around his cock pushed Rick over the edge. I felt his hands come down and grab my hair.
He let out another groan and I felt his cock swell. It pulsed like a throbbing fist in my throat. I tried to pull back so I could taste his cum, but Rick's strong arms kept me pinned, my nose buried in his crotch. It just kept pulsing and pulsing. It felt like forever. He must be dumping a big load down my throat, I thought. Finally his orgasm stopped. He released my head and I could pull his cock from my mouth.
"Christ, that was good!" he moaned.
I sat there on my knees breathing hard, looking up at him, saliva and cum dripped down my face and onto my breasts.
"Bad girl!"
I'd forgotten about Mai-Ling in the excitement of Rick's orgasm. I turned and looked up at her.
"I said I wanted to see him cum on your face."
Mai-Ling had her short skirt pulled up. Sticking out from her crotch was a cock. A big cock, easily as long as Rick's ten incher. I noticed straps around her legs. She was wearing a strap-on dildo, which she must have gotten from the desk drawer.
"Now, I'm going to have to punish you."
She pulled me up off my knees by the hair, and pushed me face down on Rick's desk. Luck for me, she'd pushed off the few things that had been there earlier onto the floor. With one hand on my back, holding me down, I felt her kick my legs wide with her foot. She was surprisingly strong for such a small woman.
Then I felt something at the mouth of my cunt. Must be her dildo I thought. I moaned as she rubbed the tip up and down between the lips of my pussy. God, it felt good. My pussy lips stretched as she pushed the dildo slowly into me. I'd expected she would have slammed it deep inside me in one hard stroke, the way she was playing the dominate bitch, but she was taking her time. She got about two inches in, then started pulling out. I moaned again and tried to push my hips back, her hand on my back kept me pinned. The dildo came completely out of me.
Mai-Ling pushed the head of the dildo back into me, my pussy lips again stretching. She pushed forward, still slowly and again stopped when she had two inches in me, only to pull back and out. She did this several times. By now my blood was boiling. I could feel my pussy juices trickling down my legs, I was that hot. I was so horny from the blowjob I'd just given, I'd put up with just about anything for some relief. She must have sensed that, for I felt a sudden slap to my ass.
"Beg for it, slut," she said. "Tell me what you want."
"Oh, god, fuck me hard," I growled. "Slam that thing in me!"
"Please, slam that thing in me, Mistress." Mai-Ling said, and spanked my ass again.
I'd never had anyone spank me before. Even Jeremy hadn't done that. Yet. I knew that he would now though, first chance he got. I don't know, but the sting of my ass was getting me even more turned on.
"Anything, anything!" I babbled. "Please, I'm so horny."
"Please, I'm so horny, MISTRESS!"
She spanked me a third time, and held the head of the dildo right at the mouth of my cunt, waiting. I realized what she wanted then.
"Please, Mistress," I softly moaned. "Fuck me with your big cock!"
With those words pulled from me, Mai-Ling slammed the dido forward, burying it deep into my cunt. The distinction was now made clear. Mistress and Slave. And me firmly put in my place as someone else's fucktoy. I've always loved being fucked from behind and it only took Mai-Ling a dozen hard strokes before I came.
Hot orgasmic fires consumed me. Ripples of pleasure radiating out from my pussy, up my stomach, across my breasts and right into my brain. I rose up on my toes, my hands clenching the edge of the desk, and my back arching so that just my hard nipples scraped its surface. A groan of almost primal nature came out thru clenched teeth. My orgasm flowed thru me, overwhelming me with its strength.
I'd been surprised when Jeremy and I arrived. I'd expected some cheap hotel, but the address for the audition was in one of the best residential parts of town. The driveway was gated, and watched by a video camera. Jeremy had to push the button on the call box, and say who we were, before the gate was opened. The driveway was long, and ended in front of a big three story mansion. Porn must really pay, I thought. We parked beside several other cars, expensive European imports and got out.
A woman waited at the doorway of the mansion. As we got closer I could see she was a young Asian woman. She was wearing an expensive looking outfit of black leather mini skirt and white silk blouse. Her black hair was in a braid, and hung down nearly to her ass. Though she had on three inch heels, she still wasn't much taller than 5 feet.
"Hello," she said. "My name is Mai-Ling. Won't you come inside?"
I hesitated for a moment, but Jeremy put his hand on my back, and gave a subtle push. I looked at him, and recognized the little smirk he always had before he made me do something really disgusting.
"What do you think YOU are doing?"
My orgasm had left me weak and momentarily forgetful of where I was. My forehead was resting on the desk, its wooden top cool to my flushed face. My hair covered my eyes and I couldn't see clearly. I looked up, and with one hand brushed my hair out of my face. Not six inches in front of me was a hard cock, sticking out from a man's pants. It took me a moment to realize it was Jeremy's.
"I said, what do you think you are doing?" Mai-Ling asked, frostily.
"I thought I'd join in the fun," he said, a smile on face and one hand on his cock. "Since you're not using her mouth..."
"Put that little thing away and go sit back down," Mai-Ling interrupted him. I saw her hand above my head, pointing. "Or I'll bend you over this desk and use this thing on YOUR ass!"
For a moment Jeremy just stood there, clearly uncertain about what to do. It was almost comical. He was such an asshole. But then Mai-Ling shouted "NOW!", and he turned and went back to the couch, putting away his softening cock and zipping up his pant.
"Hmmmmm, where was I?" Mai-Ling said. "Ahh, yes. I said you must be punished for disobeying me earlier, didn't I?"
The big strap-on was still buried deep inside me. She began to stroke it in and out slowly. Clearly she was considering things. I felt her hands on the cheeks of my ass, stroking them softly. While my orgasm had tempered the fire of my excitement, it hadn't quenched it. And as that big dildo slide back and forth in my cum soaked cunt, I began to get horny again. I so love getting fucked doggy style.
"Since you're new to this," she said, "and Rick is after all just as responsible as you are for your disobedience." I heard Rick chuckle, still seated behind us and no doubt enjoying the show of me getting fucked. "I think I'll only give you twenty."
I felt a hard slap on one cheek of my ass, then quickly, one on the other.
"Now, I want you to count out loud as you receive your punishment." She ordered. "I warn you, if you lose count, I'll have to start over."
Smack!
"One," I said.
Smack!
"That's One, Mistress!" she said.
Smack!
"Two, Mistress." I replied as ordered.
Smack!
"Three, Mistress."
Smack!
I noticed something as I kept counting. Mai-Ling's spanks made a loud sound as they landed, but weren't hurting as much as they could. True, they were warming my ass nicely, but they weren't causing real pain. She was cupping her hand to make the sound louder.
And she was still fucking me with the dildo. Taken all together, me bent over a total stranger's desk, being dildo fucked by an Asian dominatrix while she spanked my young ass, there was something so completely nasty and erotic, so beyond anything that Jeremy had made me do before, that I could feel the orgasm of my life coming on.
Smack!
"Fifteen, Mistress."
Smack!
"Sixteen, Mistress."
Suddenly I felt a tug on my hair, and Mai-Ling pulled my head up off the desk. She pulled straight back towards her, not hard, but insistently. That arched my back, and pushed my crotch down on the desk. The hard edge pushed against my cunt, and as Mai-Ling stroked in and out of me, it rubbed the edge against my clit. It had been hard before, but the friction of the desk made it harder.
Smack!
"Seventeen, Mistress."
Mai-Ling paused and leaned forward. Her nipples poked hot points into my back. I could hear her breathing heavily in my ear, as she reached around with her free hand. She cupped the bottom of one of my breasts. Her palm was hot against my flesh, warmed just like my ass from the spanking. With her fingers, she pinched my nipple. Pulling it hard. Then the hand left my breast.
Smack!
"Eighteen, Mistress."
This time the spank had stung. Mai-Ling, I realized was just as turned on by this as I was. Maybe more so, since she'd no doubt done this kind of thing before. Her strokes with the dildo picked up speed, pounding into my dripping cunt.
Smack!
"Nineteen, Mistress."
My body was covered in sweat, and felt like it was on fire. Every bit of me was tingling. The sting on my ass, as Mai-Ling really spanked me hard, merged with the heat inside my belly. My pussy muscles began to clench and unclench around the hard dildo she was fucking me with. Time slowed as I waited for the last spank.
Smack!
Releasing my hair, Mai-Ling reached forward with both hand and grabbed my breasts. Her hands kept me bent back, as she began to fuck me hard and fast. Her strokes seemed to literally merge in a whipsaw of motion. I hear someone scream, and couldn't tell if it were me, or her. Everything went white, and I came.
Boy, did I come!
Jeremy and I had followed Mai-Ling from the doorway of the mansion, towards the back. The living room was huge. One wall was floor to ceiling windows. Through them I could see a large pool. She led us past the windows and towards an open door. Inside I could see a man, seated behind a desk and talking on a cell phone.
"...only have the camera equipment until Sunday. It gets here tomorrow and we begin shooting." He was saying. "The Farm Brothers get in tonight, and I've got all the girls I need but one."
He waved us in, and pointed towards a big leather couch. We sat, while he handed a file folder to Mai-Ling, who took it out, closing the door behind her.
"I don't think that will be a problem." He replied to the other person. He smiled, looking me over. "Tell you what, let me call you back later. My two o'clock appointment is here."
Hanging up the phone, he introduced himself as Rick Purrett. We talked for a while. He was clearly sounding me out on the idea of being in an adult film. When asked, Jeremy claimed to be my boyfriend, and that I'd ask he accompany me to the audition. Something trite about not feeling comfortable without him there. Rick told us a bit about his background. He even put on one of his tapes. The title was "Farm Brothers go to London", and starred two tall American men who looked enough alike to really be brothers. Maybe twenty five, and handsome. They were dressed like Jethro from that old tele-show, "The Beverly Hillbillies", in overalls and straw hat. As I watched, a young brunette entered and after a moment or two of dialog, they dropped their overalls, and she began giving them head. They both had long cocks, ten or eleven inches and thick.
"We're doing another in the series, here in Australia," Rick said. "So, do you think you'd be interested?"
"Yeah, she would." Jeremy said. "Taimie's told me all the time, how much she wants to be in one of these things."
I gave Jeremy a dirty look, but deep down I knew I didn't have a choice. He was going to see that I did this. Rick must have caught the look, because he gave me a questioning glance of his own. After a moment I said, "Yes, I would be interested."
"Good, now take off your clothes." He must be used to the surprise from newcomers like me, when he says that because he chuckled. He pulled a Polaroid camera out of the desk. "You have a beautiful face, but I can't tell what your body looks like, dressed like that."
Since the last thing I'd expected to do when I got up this morning and got dressed was auditioning for an adult film, I'd thrown on some comfy clothes for school. I had on an old sweater, jeans, and tennis shoes. While he put film in the camera, I untied my shoes, then stood, and pulled the sweater over my head. I had a light blue short sleeve t-shirt on under it. He had me stop, while he took a picture.
He asked me to take my jeans off next. I had some light blue panties under them. Nothing that sexy, though they hugged my ass well. Rick had me do a couple of poses, bending forward, one hand on hip, the kind of stuff you see in magazines.
"Now, take your t-shirt off."
This was it. Up until now, I could have pretended it was just a regular day. But if I bared my breasts to this stranger, then deep down I knew I'd be committed. I'd be sucked, fucked and probably corn holed by some stranger, my degradation caught on film for an entire world of strange men to jack off to. I took a deep breath and pulled the t-shirt off, tossing it onto the couch beside Jeremy.
"Very nice!" Rick said when he saw my breasts. He shot a couple of more pictures. "Pinch your nipples for me. Make them hard."
As I did as he instructed I felt that old familiar tinge. I was getting horny. Rick had me pull my panties down. I hoped neither of them noticed that the crotch stuck slightly to my pussy. Rick had Jeremy move from the couch, and then had me lean forward across it, hands on the back, and my butt up in the air.
"Spread your ass cheeks for me." Rick said, taking more pictures. "Do you always shave your pussy?"
"Yeah, she does," Jeremy said. "She says, she likes the feeling when I cum on her clit."
"That's a bit kinky." Rick stood there looking at me. On the television, the two brothers were now double penetrating the brunette. One in her ass, the other in her pussy, their hard cocks slamming over and over into her small body. She had a glazed look in her eyes, though she seemed to be enjoying the rough treatment. "The Brothers can be a bit intense. Think you can handle it?"
"She can handle anything," Jeremy smirked. "In fact, why don't you have her give you a blowjob? Right here. She'll show you how good she sucks a big cock."
As much as I hated Jeremy for blackmailing me, a bit of me had started looking forward to the nasty things he made me do. I could tell Rick was considering it. And truthfully, I could use some hard cock in my mouth right then. When I smiled and nodded, he put the camera down, walked around his desk and sat. He gestured with one finger for me to come to him. So that's how I ended up bare naked, kneeling behind a desk and between the legs of a stranger, his cock in my mouth.
I'd been giving Rick his blowjob for about five minutes when the office door opened and Mai-Ling came in. She came over to the desk, and picked up the photos Rick had shot. She looked through them, made a comment or two, and then put them all into a folder. Folder and camera, she put into the desk drawer. Once she'd straightened up, she then came over and stood next to Rick's chair to watch my blowjob.
"Incredible." Mai-Ling whispered in my ear. "Simply incredible."
Mai-Ling's sweat soaked naked body was stretched out on top of me, her breasts resting on my back. She stood, and slowly pulled the big dildo from my cum stretched pussy. I gave a little groan as I felt it slide from me. I was wrung out from my orgasm, and felt empty with it gone. All I wanted to do was lie there, but after a minute Mai-Ling returned with a robe. She helped me to stand, and then lead me to a nearby bathroom to clean up.
I guess it was the kiss that did it. The water in the shower was soothing and warm, cascading down my body. Mai-Ling was soaping my back and massaging my shoulders. She had me turn so she could do my front. As she gently soaped my breasts, she leaned up and softly kissed me. Suddenly everything I'd done that day caught up with me. I found myself shaking and shaking.
"Taimie, are you ok?" Mai-Ling asked. I was sitting on the shower floor, and she was hugging me firmly. "What's wrong?"
I couldn't answer her. I was sobbing, and tears were flowing down my cheeks, mixing with the water. Mai-Ling managed to turn the shower off, and get me out onto a bench in the bathroom. She held me for several minutes, whispering and stroking my hair gently. In between sobs, I told her about Jeremy, and his blackmail of me with the photos. When I was done, Mai-Ling had a fierce look in her eyes.
"What an asshole!" she hissed.
That made me laugh. And that made her smile. She pulled a big plush towel from a stack, and began rubbing me dry.
"When I was young, I was in a similar situation." She pulled another towel out, and wrapped it around herself.
"I was just an innocent school girl, and I got a crush on this older school mate. I thought it was love. Instead he used me, getting photos of us together in bed. When the bastard showed my parents the photos, they threw me out of our house. I was being pimped out on the street, when I meet Rick. Doing twenty dollar blowjobs in the front seat of cars. He helped clean me up, and get my life together."
Mai-Ling began to dress, putting a new red blouse on instead of her white one. I saw my clothes were there too, folded up on the counter.
"Look I can help you get this asshole," Mai-Ling said. "But you've got to trust me. Can you do that?"
Something about the way she looked at me, made me want to believe her. I nodded my head.
"We've got to get you the upper hand. And I know just how to do it." Mai-Ling grinned, zipping up her skirt. "You'll still have to do the shoot, but by the end of the day, you won't ever have to worry about him again."
I wasn't sure I could go through with the filming, but I'd do just about anything to get Jeremy off my back. I nodded again.
"Good! Now get dressed," she ordered. "I'll see you outside."
Rick, Mai-Ling and Jeremy were talking when I came out of the bathroom a few minutes later.
"Taimie's shoot will be Friday. I want her here around Noon for make-up and wardrobe." Rick said. Mai-Ling handed him some papers, which he handed to Jeremy. "Also, she'll need to sign these releases, and bring two forms of ID. She gets the check when we complete filming."
I walked over and joined them.
"Ah, there's my next big star." Rick stood with a big grin. Coming around from behind the desk, he gave me a hug. "Damned girl, if you perform half as well as you did today, I'll make you famous."
I tried to smile. With neither man looking her way, Mai-Ling gave me a quick wink. Jeremy and I started to walk out.
"One thing," Mai-Ling said as we got to the door. "No sex."
Jeremy stopped, confused. Rick too.
"I mean it," she shook her finger at Jeremy. "I know how much the whole idea turns a boyfriend on. I don't want you fucking Taimie to exhaustion. If she tells me you so much as ask for a blowjob, between now and Friday, then the whole things off."
"Ok, ok," Jeremy said. He gave me a smirk, probably thinking about how many times he'd show my tape to his friends. "There will always be time after Friday, for me to get mine."
"See you Friday then, Taimie." Rick said.
I nodded, seeing the promise in Mai-Ling's eyes.
"Until Friday," I said.
_Continued in Part Two._ |
19,577 | Young White Girl in Nigeria | JonathanT | NonConsent/Reluctance | 2012-11-08 | 2012-11-08 | 2022-01-01 15:49:04 | 1 | literotica.com | https://www.literotica.com/s/young-white-girl-in-nigeria | A college girl tutors a black basketball player in Nigeria. | ['Black On White', 'Black Sex', 'Interracial', 'Virgin Blacked', 'Young White Woman'] | 4.26 | During my tenure of working in the oil/ gas exploration in Africa, I came to know many families that became absorbed in African culture ... for better or for worse. During the 1970's and 80's many African countries began to find fortunes under their ground and my company, British Petroleum, led the way in explorations.
I've written a number of times about Black African lust on white families. Many wives, daughters and even young sons were seduced by blacks. Some willingly, some reluctantly and of course there was those who were forced ... raped.
It's a sad commentary on mankind but it is universal ... not just on the continent of Africa. But, since I had first hand information on these human invasions in several African countries ... I found myself intrigued by a number of events that I became aware of.
One event that happened in the early 80's was with a fellow engineer that worked with me in Lagos, Nigeria. Paul L. had been in country for around four months. His wife had divorced him about two years prior and he had custody of the two oldest children. His daughter had just turned 18. His wife had the other two children and Paul had to pay at least half of his income in child support/ alimony. Money was tight for Paul.
His daughter, Jane, who had just turned 18 was extremely bright and way ahead in her studies. She was admitted to the University of Lagos at that young age. There were only a handful of white students at the university. She could have gone to college in England but she wanted to be with her father.
The following events were later told to me by Paul and his daughter.
After a month attending the university, Jane wanted a part time job in order to help the family. She approached the student union and faculty to see if there were any jobs available at the university. After climbing the ladder, she met with the head administrator for an interview.
He was a black African from Kenya and was impressed by the intelligence that young Jane displayed. Not to mention her physical beauty. Blonde hair, green eyes and a shapely body in her 100 pound/ 5'2" frame.
The administrator saw a potential that Jane was not unaware of. One that blacks in his country keenly welcomed and would certainly take advantage of. Being adorable, white and innocent was an enormous plus in this black man's criteria. His inner thoughts welcomed her to a black African world...one that she may never escape from.
"Miss Jane, he inquired, would you perhaps be interested in tutoring some of our athletes here at the university? We have several on the basketball team that are having difficulty making their grades in order to continue playing for out team."
"Yes sir, she replied. I could devote at least 15 to 18 hours a week if the pay is sufficient." I sincerely need the money to help out with my college costs.
Unknown to Jane, the administrator was very eager to hire her and had the funds to lure her into taking the job. He saw this as an enticement for keeping several players from leaving the university and perhaps for attracting new players.
When he informed Jane of the hourly pay her jaw dropped. It was very generous and definitely pleased her. Unknown to her at the time, she would definitely earn it.
That evening she told her father about the new job. Paul was not all that easy with her being with older black athletes but Jane assured him that she would be safe and that the athletes would be under a strict code of conduct.
A week later, Jane met with her first student at the library. She worked with him in math and English for about three hours. She found him to be polite but constantly looking at her body which she shunned off. She met with another player the next morning at the student union and tutored him for about two hours. Again, sensing his attraction to her but also polite.
She worked with these two athletes for a couple of weeks and it appeared to have helped them with their studies.
The third week she was introduced to the center of the basketball team. 6'10" blue black African that would be intimidating to just about anyone. His name was Marshall. He was from Zambia and was a junior at 24 years old.
They first met at the library, then the student union. The next week the administrator called Jane and asked if she could possibly tutor him at his dormitory in the evening. She wasn't that comfortable with it but she did not want to lose her job.
That evening she rang the doorbell and was admitted to the hallway. She went to the apartment that Marshall lived at and knocked on the door. Marshall opened up the door and Jane almost gasped ... he had only shorts on with the rest of his very black body exposed.
"Sir, maybe I should come back when you are dressed properly," Jane said.
"Miss Jane, I apologize but I just returned from practice and wanted to cool off. Please come in. I'm anxious to begin studies."
Jane could not help notice the muscular frame of this big man. Also the bulge in the front of his shorts. She had never been close up to a black man with so few clothes on. It was intimidating for a young girl of 18 to be alone with a giant black man but Jane proceeded with the lesson. Her father would be outraged but she felt that things would be okay.
Marshall tried to study the lesson but he was overwhelmed with the beauty of this 18 year old white princess. His cock was stiffening and he tried to conceal it but the big black snake was about to burst out the top of his shorts.
Meanwhile, Jane kept on course with showing Marshall the math studies but could not help notice his demeanor and the larger bulge in his shorts. Also, she was enamored with the gold watch he had on his wrist.
"Is that a Rolex?" Jane inquired. "How can you afford that?"
"The university awarded it to me in order to play ball for them. This watch is a status symbol in African countries. I hope that you like it." Marshall responded.
"It's a sexy watch for sure. I certainly could not afford one," Jane replied.
As they looked over the math book, Marshall quietly placed his right arm around Jane's shoulder as he leaned over to look at the book.
Jane felt something she had not dare dream of. An attraction of being alone with a grown man and his closeness to her. She tried to diminish the thoughts and began having trouble concentrating on the lesson. Certain feelings in her loins were disturbing to her. She could not believe the sexual attraction that she was feeling. No way ... she thought to herself. I'm not attracted to black Africans. I consider them dirty and rude.
"Can we take a break, I need to go outside and get some air," Jane inserted.
"Sure, Jane, take a walk and when you come back ... I will be ready for the next lesson." Marshall was not thinking of a study lesson, he was thinking of a more sexual lesson.
Jane went out on the patio. She was almost ready to leave thinking this big African was not really into studying. He seemed more like wanting affection. Damn, I'm getting paid to tutor and that is what I need to do, she admitted.
Jane returned and after entering the apartment she smelled a strange odor. "What is that smell," she questioned. "It is Jambi, a smoke that we Africans love. Why don't you try it?. It really clears the mind," Marshall replied.
"I don't smoke," replied Jane.
Marshall handed Jane the refer and she gazed at it ... not knowing what to do. "Just inhale it and blow it out after several seconds, You will like it" Marshall insisted.
Jane wanted not to seem like a young teenage girl took the refer and smoked it. Coughing ... she asked for some water. Marshall poured a glass of wine. Jane drank it and again dragged the smoke. It was pleasant and she began to feel rather good. After several minutes she was on a high.
Marshall then guided her to the couch and placed his left arm around her. Jane, being high from the herb, seemed to lose her fear of being with such a large black man and lay back on the couch. The black African began to pull her close to him and his left hand inched down toward her breast.
Jane took another two drags of the refer smoke. She had never done this but the nice feeling from the drug was mind blowing. She was captured in the moment. Her eyes were dazed as black hands began to touch her body.
It was unsettling to Jane but the drink and smoke begin to let her relax and she began to gaze at the reflections of his watch as his large black hand massaged her breast. Marshall leaned down and kissed her neck. Chills ran through her body.
"Please don't. My father would kill me if he knew I had a black man touching me. Please don't. I'm a good girl and only 18," Jane pleaded.
Marshall had a big hard on and unbuttoned his shorts. His 10" black cock popped out and stood rigid with Jane's eyes looking down at it. Marshall then held Jan's hand and placed it on his throbbing black cock.
Jane had never touched a man's penis before ... let alone one that was so big and black. Her small hand could barely grip it. She could feel the veins surrounding his cock and began to move her hand over it. It mesmerized her while knowing she was in dangerous territory. She felt captured by this large black man and was unsure how to cope with it.
Her panties became soaked with fluids she did not expect. As she turned and looked into Marshall's dark eyes, he pulled her short skirt and panties down. His black fingers crept into her vagina and violated her innocence.
Noooo, please take your hand from me. I did not come here for a man feeling me up. Stop it now. Get your damn hand off of me.
Jane was breathing hard and her heart was pounding. She knew that perhaps she was on the verge of being taken by this big black man. She recoiled. Again she told him to Stop. "Don't do this ... please ... I'm a virgin and do not want this unless I am a married woman. I don't want a black nigger dick in me."
That infuriated Marshall but he remained cool knowing that he was about to bed this innocent teen white girl. He kept his fingers in her vagina and forced kisses on her pink lips.
Jane tried to pull away from his black lips but Marshall began to lower his head to her vagina as her shorts were dangling from her leg. He parted her legs and introduced his tongue to her loins. He invaded her vagina and lapped her repeatedly.
Jane cringed as she felt his tongue inside her. She had never witnessed that feeling of a man's tongue inside her. All of a sudden, an orgasm shot through her. Her body stiffened but then became limp. Marshall had captured her.
He then placed his two fingers back in her and reached over to the night table. Quietly, he pulled a tube of K-Y jelly off the top as Jane was squirming on the couch. She was unaware that her body was going to be prepared for a long and thick Black African cock.
Marshall then placed her body on her back with one of her legs over the top of the couch. After inserting the jelly, he moved his rigid black cock to her entrance. Jane was scared but offered no resistance. Marshall slowly slid his black cock into her lubricated vagina. His cock became even more harder with the excitement of invading her loins.
He began pushing his black meat into her. She yelped as his large black cock broke her hymen. Inch after inch penetrated her. She then realized that she was going to be fucked by a man's cock ... a very large black one at that.
Sweat broke out on her forehead and sweat adorned Marshall's muscular body. He kept pushing his manhood into her virgin pussy. Each thrust made her moan as her head bobbled up and down.
After a few minutes of rhythmically stroking her, Marshall was in black lust joy. He looked down at this captured young teen maiden as her mouth was wide open and her eyes full with a glaze. His towering black frame was all over her. He wanted more.
Marshall pulled her up from the couch and spread her small white legs around his waist. His black cock was only half inside of her but was penetrating more inch by inch.
Jane was groaning from the pain yet a couple of orgasms had shot through her young body. Her legs dangled around the thighs of this black invader. Her tiny white arms grabbed around his neck for support. She was impaled on a big rigid black cock and could not escape.
Jane could only think why let herself in the predicament in the first place. She only wanted to earn money for college and here she was being fucked by one of the biggest black men at this university. Her father would kill her if he knew this was happening.
Marshall kept his black cock penetrating her. Tears swelled from her eyes. She felt being torn apart by his massive manhood. She was a white slave as another orgasm shook her small body.
A site to behold as a skinny blonde teenager was being vigorously fucked by a large black African. His charcoal cock was almost completely inside her vagina.
Jane pleaded..."Please do not cum in me ... please. I am not on the pill. I don't want a black baby ... please
The black giant was about ready to explode. His black dick was had stiffened even more and as he pressed the last couple of inches into her. His jism load exploded into her vagina. Jane felt the thrust of bodily fluids fill her belly. Nothing she could do but feel the sudden thrust of black cum invading her body. She had an orgasm at the same time. Her toes were curled and her arms dropped to her waist. She had surrendered to black lust. His black cock was still spewing int her belly.
Marshall fucked her again late that night and again at 3am in the morning. Her vagina was full of African spunk. He then drove her to her home. Fortunately, her father was out of town on business and her younger brother was staying with friends.
On the way to Jane's home, Marshall called and invited a couple of black team mates. They were horny and had never been with a white girl before. They arrived at the house at about the same time.
Jane was somewhat shocked at what Marshall had done. She begged him to not let his mates have their way with her. It was no use. The two black men were all over her and carried her to the back bedroom. Stripping off her clothes as they fondled her petite body. Jane suddenly found herself between two very black bodies and them taking turns poking their black cocks in her.
While one of them was pinning down her wrists as he was fucking her, the other black finally forced his cock into Jane's mouth. Jane could not believe that she had a black cock in her mouth. The African was holding her head as he kept feeding her his black meat.
Jane's eyes grew large and teary as she watched the black cock violate her mouth. All of a sudden the African shot his load in her mouth and cum oozed out of her mouth while a large wad shot into her vagina about the same time. With black cocks in her vagina and virgin mouth they ravished her until the late morning.
As they left, Jane lay exhausted on the bed with cum all over her face, her belly and bottom.
There would be more "part time jobs for Jane at the university." The word on her would spread and other black athletics would request her services. |
19,578 | Young Widow's Dilemma | loveking | NonConsent/Reluctance | 2018-10-29 | 2018-10-29 | 2022-01-01 15:49:10 | 1 | literotica.com | https://www.literotica.com/s/young-widows-dilemma | Widow reluctantly accepts a solution to her debt problem. | ['Anal', 'Bukkake', 'Deep Throat', 'Double Penetration', 'Gangbang', 'Humiliation', 'Mild Bdsm', 'Mild Bondage'] | 4.65 | MEETING THE BANK MANAGER
As Helen Daniels ate breakfast and thought about the meeting she had been summoned to with the bank and felt nervous. She knew that she was in financial difficulties but had no idea how her meeting later that morning with the bank manager would change her life.
Adam Fairbanks was in his forties and enjoying a very successful career at the Pimlico Bank.
He had risen quickly through the grades and had recently been promoted to regional manager. Before taking up his position at their head office he had been tasked with acting as temporary manager of a provincial branch for six months until they could find a permanent replacement.
He had always been very self-confident, some might say arrogant and, as he sat in the manager's office awaiting the first appointment of the day, he felt excited by the plan he and his head office colleagues had hatched.
It had all started during an evening of heavy drinking not long after his latest promotion had been announced. He came from a very wealthy family and had recently inherited his late father's extensive estate. His drinking pals were all equally wealthy and, none of them needed to work but did it for fun. The fun usually involved seducing young female colleagues and bragging of their conquests, usually accompanied with lurid photographs, during their regular male only drinking sessions.
It was during one of these sessions that they each realised they shared a common fantasy of seducing a female customer. Their goal, if they could find a suitable looking candidate, was to see how far she could be persuaded to go for money.
Adam knew that fulfilling this fantasy could seriously jeopardise his career, but his self confidence and arrogance convinced him that he would get away with it.
His first appointment of the day was with a young widow named Helen. This would be their third meeting over as many months to discus her financial affairs because she was seriously overdrawn at the bank and despite her promises to do something about it nothing had happened, and it was Adam's task this morning to issue an ultimatum from the bank that she had one month to sort out her finances or they would take legal action against her.
From the first time he saw her, Adam was sure that she would appeal to his drinking pals.
Helen was about five feet six inches tall with shoulder length auburn hair. Adam was immediately attracted to her and could see that when she was younger she would have been very stunning. Time had been kind to her but like many women, she had gained a little weight since her teen years. She still retained an hour glass figure but was almost certainly a little larger than when she was younger.
Adam had checked her background notes held by the bank and discovered that she had been widowed a year earlier. Her husband had been involved in a fatal road accident but had no life insurance and very little savings, leaving Helen, who had no job, with the outstanding mortgage on their jointly owned house.
During their previous meeting Helen had been wearing a knee length summer dress. The dress was very modest but clung to her figure. Adam knew that she was what they were looking for but to make certain he took a couple of pictures on his mobile as he pretended to be checking for messages. He then sent the pictures to his drinking pals who all replied quickly, agreeing that she should be their target.
His desk phone rang, and Adam answered saying, "OK, please send her in."
Helen felt nervous as she entered Adam's office guessing that she was fast running out of excuses and options to satisfy the bank.
She'd liked Adam the from the first time they had met but, just like the last couple of times, she felt uncomfortable at the way he appraised her with his roaming gaze as she entered the office.
"Mrs Daniels, good morning, please take a seat."
She sat down in the chair opposite him on the other side of his desk, as he added, "Mrs Daniels, there is no point in me pretending to you that this meeting is anything other than serious."
"I know," she said, gazing down at her lap.
She looked up and looked at him with renewed hope as he continued, "Mrs Daniels, I've asked you here today to try and resolve your debt problem. Things might not be as bad as you might think but to resolve the issue we need to look thoroughly at any assets you might have that can be offset against your overdraft.
"But I don't have any assets."
"I'm sure we can find something that will help," Adam said with a caring tone in his voice before continuing,
"Firstly, we have had your house valued and, if you were to sell, it would realise a small amount of equity."
"But I have to live somewhere," she said.
"Maybe you could move in with relatives."
"No," she replied, "their houses are not big enough and none of them would want me living with them anyway."
"I see," said Adam, that is a pity, I have only come up with two further options that might help.
I believe that your husband had a classic sports car that would be worth quite a lot."
"Did have," she replied, "it was passed on to my brother-in law in my husband's will."
"Wouldn't you brother-in-law perhaps sell it to help you out?"
"Unfortunately, not. It was a condition in my late husbands will that the car was not to be sold for at least ten years. "
"So, you see Mr Fairbanks, unless your last option is some kind of miracle, I don't have any assets."
"Mrs Daniels, or may I call you Helen?"
"Yes, Helen is fine."
This time he gazed directly and with no subtlety at her breasts as he said, "Helen, your most valuable asset is right there under your clothes."
She immediately stood up and in a raised voice said, "how dare you talk to me like that. What do you think I am, a whore? How dare you!"
"Just sit back down Helen and hear me out. If you want to clear your debt and keep your home, you have little choice"
She sat back down but in a determined voice said, "you'd be wasting your breath."
Adam looked at the way in which her significant bosom heaved with each inward breath, imagining how they would look totally unfettered before saying, "Helen, I appreciate that my suggestion is very shocking and as far as the bank is concerned, totally unofficial but a very attractive and open-minded woman could, by cooperating with me and a few friends, pay off her debts in less than one year."
She stood up again, her cheeks crimson with rage and her bosom heaving even more as she said, "if you think I'm going to prostitute myself to pay off my debts then you are quite delusional."
Adam paused a moment before answering, "Helen; Mrs Daniels, if we cannot find a solution very soon to pay off your debts I have been instructed to start bankruptcy proceedings against you."
It was at that moment that the seriousness of her situation finally hit home. However, still with a defiant and indignant tone she said, "then so be it," before turning toward the office door.
Adam let her take two steps before saying, "I'll give you two days to reconsider. Please take my business card and if you change your mind, contact me, my details are on it."
Much to Adam's delight she turned back and grabbed the card then stuffed it into her bag before turning back and leaving the office.
By the time Helen arrived back home she had calmed down a little. She made herself some tea and then sat down, replaying the events of the meeting with Adam in her head.
Although a regular churchgoer, member of the church choir and belonging to the Women's Institute she did not consider herself to be a prude. Her friends and neighbours would instantly describe her as being a respected lady in their community. Somebody many of them looked up to.
Helen still felt offended by what she considered as Adam's clumsy attempt to demean her; gazing so shamelessly at her breasts and then suggesting she could sell her body.
The rage still burned inside her but, try as she might, she could not suppress the feeling of flattery that a successful, handsome man like Adam could find her attractive.
She pushed the thoughts to the back of her mind, sipped her tea and then absentmindedly fumbled in her bag and retrieved the business card he had given her.
Having just thrust the card into her bag as she left his office she had not noticed the detail on the card.
Adam and his drinking pals had spent an evening designing a handful of cards to give out to prospective ladies that interested them and might be vulnerable.
The card was printed on both sides. The side she was looking at had a sketch of a voluptuous woman dressed in revealing lingerie and beneath the sketch was printed, Real Lady Appreciation Club.
She turned the card over, expecting a phone number but there was just an email address adamandfriends @ RLAC.net
"There's no way," she said out loud to herself as she put the card back in her bag.
Helen busied herself for the rest of the day, but the card, Adam's comments and her concern of being declared bankrupt were never far away.
That night she slept badly with repeated dreams of Adam's office. The type of dreams where you suddenly realise that you are naked and there's nowhere to hide. In one she felt acutely embarrassed as Adam conducted the entire interview about her financial assets staring at her naked breasts throughout. She awoke in a panic, not calming down until she realised it was just a dream.
THE INTERVIEW
The next day she tried to keep busy but by lunchtime her curiosity got the better of her and she decided to send an email to the address on the card.
It read,
_Hi Adam and friends,_
_I'm not sure what to say but, as no doubt you are all aware, I am in desperate need of money._
_Despite my moral and Christian beliefs, I am not naïve and realise that I might have to forget my pride and morals in the short term to pay off my debts._
_I am by no means promising to do, what I have little doubt would be immoral acts with you, but I am at least willing to consider my options._
_Where do we go from here?_
_Helen._
Helen was already having doubts as Adam excitedly read her email, confident that they had her.
Having found the courage to write the email Helen now felt impatient for a reply. She repeatedly checked her inbox every fifteen minutes or so. By the time evening fell she had already decided that Adam had come to his senses. After all, she thought, why would such a handsome and successful man be interested in her.
After having dinner Helen decided to check her inbox one last time. As she opened the email app on her laptop she felt a buzz of excitement seeing a reply sitting there.
She opened it and it read,
_Hi Helen,_
_Thank you for your email. I have discussed this with a few friends and they have all declared an interest with the proviso that you perform well in an interview that I will conduct with you as soon as possible._
_Do you have Face Time or Skype on your computer?_
_Adam_
Helen read the reply and typed,
_Hi Adam,_
_I have Skype on my laptop._
_Helen_
She had little idea of what she was letting herself in for but hit the email send icon.
Adams reply was almost instant giving Helen the Skype address of his group and then inviting her to allow her account to share it.
He then wrote,
_I have arranged a time of eight-o-clock this evening for your interview. If you do not respond I will assume that you are not interested._
_If you do respond I expect you to have set up your laptop such that the camera shows a full image of you._
_Remember that you need to impress both me and my colleagues, so you should be dressed in just your bra and panties beneath a dressing gown._
_Expecting to see you at eight,_
_Adam_
She read the last part about the dressing gown and felt nervous, realising she was already setting off down a path of unknown immorality and debauchery.
Telling herself that she was in control and could stop at any time she tried to ignore a distant but nagging feeling of excitement as she set up the laptop on a coffee table opposite her favourite armchair in her sitting room.
It was now seven forty-five as she busied herself getting ready in her bedroom.
She kept telling herself that this whole idea was ridiculous and once Adam's friends saw her the deal would be off. After all, she thought, why would men like Adam possibly be attracted to her.
Despite these negative thoughts she tried but failed to suppress faint feelings of excitement tinged with guilt as she subconsciously chose what she considered to be her prettiest or perhaps sexiest bra and panties. She decided on prettiest as she had never considered herself to be sexy.
The bra and panties were predominantly white with a lace trim and a small red flower pattern.
She stood in front of her bedroom mirror happy with her choice but with deep misgivings about her body.
Most other women would be pleased seeing the same reflection in their mirrors, but all Helen could see was the pretty bra struggling to support her large breasts, the slight bulge of her belly above the waistband of her panties and what she considered to be the excessive fat on her thighs.
She pondered the view for a minute or so, trying but failing to see anything positive before putting on her dressing gown to cover everything.
She made her way downstairs and, having opened her laptop and logged into Skype, she sat waiting nervously for the eight-o-clock online interview.
She gazed at the screen, seeing her own image with a blank border on either side.
At eight-o-clock she heard Adam's voice say, "hello Helen, I'm pleased that you saw sense and decided to go ahead."
As Helen replied, "Hello," Adam's image appeared on her screen in the left- hand border.
Then, one by one, five other men appeared, two more on the left and the other three on the right.
"Helen, can you now see all six of us?"
"Yes," she replied noting that they were all around the same age as Adam and equally as handsome.
"That's great," said Adam. My five colleagues will be observing your interview and if at the end of it they all agree, then we can go ahead with helping you to reduce your debt.
Helen looked at each of the six men, feeling shy and very self-conscious by the fact that they were all watching her.
"Are you ready to start Helen", said Adam.
"Yes, I think so," she replied nervously.
"Good. I'll start with a few personal questions.
"When was the last time you had sex?"
Even though she was half expecting some questions like this she still felt very embarrassed as she said quietly, "just over a year ago, before my husband died."
"In what position did you usually have sex?"
She felt her cheeks flushing as she replied, "you know, the standard. I think it's called 'missionary position.'
"Did he always fuck you in this position?"
With the word 'fuck' reverberating in her head, sounding coarse and impolite, she replied, "yes."
"So, during all your years of marriage your husband never fucked you from behind or with you on top riding him?"
Helen blushed furiously as she remembered all the times she had wished her husband had been more adventurous, but it was never to be as she replied, "No, never."
"How about oral sex?"
"What do you mean?" she asked, embarrassed by the question and trying to bide time.
"I mean," said Adam, "did your husband ever lick your pussy?"
Her own thought of 'if only', embarrassed her as she responded, "no, never."
"Did you ever suck his cock Helen?"
She was silent for a moment as she remembered the disastrous occasion when she had tried to be different, to be more adventurous, only for her husband to call her a slut.
"Just once," she replied.
"Did he ejaculate in your mouth?"
"Yes."
"Did you swallow it?"
"Yes."
"Excellent," said Adam, "but why did you not do it again?"
"Because my husband said that only whores do that and refused to let me try again."
"So, despite your husband's reaction did you ever wish that sometimes you'd like to act like a whore?"
"Perhaps, when I was younger," she said, feeling her cheeks blush.
"You're doing very well Helen, just a few more questions now.
Do you miss having sex?"
"Sometimes."
She already felt very uncomfortable by the personal nature of his questions but then the next one momentarily struck her dumb as Adam asked, "do you masturbate?"
Surely no one admits to this she thought as Adam persisted, "Come on Helen, don't be shy, do you play with yourself?"
She glanced at the grinning faces of the six guys, all looking eager to hear her confession as she blurted out, "yes, sometimes."
"Tell me Helen, do you just use your fingers, or do you push something inside you?"
"Do you really need to know all of these personal details?" she protested.
"If we are to help you then it would help us make our final decision for you to be completely honest and open with us."
"OK, she suddenly blurted out, I push something inside me."
"A dildo?" asked Adam.
"Yes," she said, "I bought it on line a few months ago."
"We would all love to see it Helen. Please go and fetch it for us."
"Really? It's just a dildo," she said, trying to avoid further embarrassment, adding, "I'm sure you must have all seen one before."
"Yes, we have, said Adam, "but we'd all like to see the one that has been buried in your vagina and given you pleasure. Now go and fetch it."
She stood up and left the room. As she hurriedly went upstairs to her bedroom she knew that she could stop this so-called interview right now by just going back down and switching off her laptop.
However, the possibility of being able to unburden herself of debt made her decide to carry on.
Despite her embarrassment, she was also trying to deny the guilty thrill she was getting answering Adams very personal questions whilst his friends all listened.
She rummaged in the drawer of her bedside cabinet and pulled out 'Mr Willy' as she called it.
She held it in her hand, cringing at the thought of showing it to Adam and his friends and wishing that perhaps she could have purchased a smaller, more discrete one. Maybe it was the unexpected effect of feeling so embarrassed during the interview that had aroused her or perhaps it was just holding 'Mr willy' in her hand; eight inches of realistic looking silicone complete with scrotum and thicker than her husband's penis had ever been.
She carried it back down stairs and into the living room. As she was about to sit in the chair Adam said, "Hold it up so we can get a good view of it."
She held it in front of the laptop, and heard Adam exclaim, "Helen, I'm beginning to think that you are not quite as pure, naive and innocent as you would make us believe. That is a very impressive looking cock you are holding there and complete with balls!"
As she went to sit back in the chair Adam said, "Helen before you sit down again take off the dressing gown."
She had been expecting this all evening but when the instruction came it still sent a jolt of panic through her senses.
She stood still, facing the laptop as she thought, oh what the hell, this will put them off for sure.
She nervously reached for the silk tie around the waist and fumbled with it.
"Come on Helen, don't feel shy, show us what your hiding underneath."
She took a deep breath, summoning the courage, then unfastened the tie and quickly took it off.
She tossed it on the floor and then stood frozen to the spot wearing just her bra and panties knowing that all six men were now gazing at her imperfections.
"Turn around slowly Helen so we can see you from every angle."
She felt her heart pounding as she did as he asked, slowly turning through three hundred and sixty degrees, trying desperately to hold her belly in when she was sideways on to the camera.
She cringed with embarrassment again as Adam said, "you look great Helen, nice arse and I love those huge tits of yours."
As she finished her rotation and faced the camera again Adam said, "Helen, so far you have done very well but to be certain of my colleagues and I agreeing to the financial proposal I made to you it is important that you complete the final parts of this interview without hesitation or refusal. Understood?"
"Yes, I think so," she replied nervously.
"Good," said Adam, "now take off your bra and panties."
Helen looked at the faces of the six men on her laptop screen knowing that they were all looking at her and waiting to see her completely naked.
She knew she still had a choice. She could just refuse, close her laptop and forget about the deal that Adam had proposed. However, she knew that by following Adam's demands she had the chance of clearing her debt with the bank and keeping her house.
She looked at her own image on the screen; her pretty bra struggling to contain her breasts, her rounded belly and the pretty panties that dug into the flesh a little on her hips accentuating the thin layer of fat that she hated but the men would not even notice.
Despite spending most of her life as a pillar of the church and local community she felt a growing feeing of bravado that she had not experienced since the early days of her marriage when on holiday in Spain. The fashion at that time was for women to go topless on the beach.
She remembered that first day on the beach wearing a bikini and seeing naked breasts all around her. Her husband insisted that she should keep hers covered up and not follow the immoral crowd and look like a slut.
The following day her husband had been confined to bed with a stomach bug and in the afternoon, Helen ventured onto the beach alone. Now, as she nervously reached up behind to unfasten her bra she remembered how daring and liberating it had felt all those years ago when, with no prudish husband around to stop her she had found the courage to take off her bikini top. She remembered the glorious feeling of the sea breeze caressing her pale breasts and the occasional admiring glances from passing men strolling past on the water's edge.
She accepted that her body had changed since those days but, despite feeling shy and embarrassed, the excitement she had felt back then returned as she unfastened her bra. She felt it go slack and with one bold movement, she pulled the straps from her shoulders and tossed the bra to one side.
She felt her breasts settle against her ribcage as Adam remarked, "Very nice Helen."
His comment both flattered and embarrassed her and then he added, "now take off your panties."
She felt resigned to her fate now as she hooked her thumbs under the waistband of her pretty panties and started peeling them down over her thighs. As she leaned down to push them past her knees Adam commented again saying, "I love the way your big tits are now hanging down Helen."
She continued removing her panties, finally lifting each foot in turn before kicking them off to one side. Now totally naked and feeling very self- conscious, she stood up straight awaiting Adam's next instruction.
She listened as he said, "what do you think guys?" and watched them all nodding their heads in approval.
Still standing self-consciously she listened to Adam's friends as they commented on what they could see.
"Nice big tits," said one, "I'd love to see how they swing beneath her when she's being fucked 'doggy style.'
Another said, "look at the size of her nipples; fantastic!"
Whilst another said, "Adam, tell her to slowly turn around again so we can get a good view of her backside."
Much to her amazement she felt encouraged by their lewd comments. She had been expecting them to be disparaging, to perhaps tell Adam that they did not like what they saw but they didn't.
Her thoughts were interrupted as Adam said, "Now turn and face away from us so we can see your back side."
She did as he asked and turned around, very self-conscious of the fact that all six men were now gazing at the part of her body he hated the most.
"Nice arse," she heard one of them say before Adam said, "you look very sexy Helen".
She could not remember anyone ever calling her sexy before and with his complimentary words still repeating in her head she followed his next instruction blindly; with little or no thought until she realised how crudely she was displaying herself which, by that time, was too late.
She was vaguely aware of them commenting on their view of her. Comments like, "I love large cunt lips."
And, "I like the way her cunt lips dangle between her legs."
And another, "what a perfect looking arsehole."
It was the last comment that awoke her from her dream like state as she realised how demeaning her position was with her feet wide apart, bending forward from the waist and with her hands behind her holding her buttocks apart.
As she cringed with the shame as Adam said, "Helen, thank you for that lovely display. Now relax, turn around and sit down in the chair."
As she sat Adam continued, "There's just one last test Helen before we all decide."
She felt relieved and started to relax thinking to herself that the most embarrassing elements must surely be over when Adam said, "I want you to show us how you masturbate. Move down lower in the chair until your beautiful sexy bottom is perched on the front edge of the seat."
One more thing, she thought, trying desperately to blank out the reality of Adam's instruction as she moved her backside forward until her buttocks were perched on the front edge of the seat as he had asked.
"That's good Helen, now spread your legs so that we have a clear view of your pussy."
This is the last test she kept repeating to herself as she self-consciously shifted her feet apart and opened her thighs.
"Wider please Helen, we want a good view of you fucking yourself with that dildo."
"Do I have to?" she pleaded, "surely you have all seen enough."
"Just do it Helen," said Adam, "we want to see every detail of what we might be paying for."
Her mind had numbed the feelings of shame, disgust and shyness as she closed her eyes, opened her thighs wide and then started as she always did in the privacy of her bedroom by toying with her breasts.
She ran her hands over her nipples, circling each one with her fingers. Despite, or maybe because she knew they were all watching, she realised she was quickly getting aroused. She remembered the interview in Adams office; the way in which he had gazed at her chest; but this time instead of feeling indignant she imagined it was him running his hands over her breasts.
She dug her fingers into the soft flesh around her nipples as she imagined that during that encounter Adam had ripped open her dress and then exposed her breasts by forcefully lifting each one from the restraining cups of her bra.
The effect of these fanciful thoughts on her arousal were greater than she had ever experienced. With her nipples tingling and no longer caring who was watching, she ran one hand down over the swell of her belly, briefly stroking her pubic hair before running her finger tips down between her large protruding labia.
Sometimes she used a lubricating gel on her dildo to help make it feel more comfortable. Today, as her fingers delved into the oozing wetness of her vagina she knew she wouldn't need any help.
Now almost oblivious to her audience she just meekly obeyed when Adam said, "Use both hands and pull your pussy open Helen."
With both hands now down between her thighs she eased a couple of fingers from each in between her labia on either side and then pulled them apart.
She could vaguely hear the others encouraging her and then Adam saying, "fuck yourself with the dildo Helen."
Never in her wildest dreams did she imagine doing anything like this as she used one hand to pick up the dildo and then guided the life like head to her gaping and drooling pussy. With more encouragement from Adam she rubbed the life-like head between her generous labia, coating it with her own lubrication. With her free hand she started to toy with her clitoris which was protruding very obviously from its hood.
Feelings of pleasure were already coursing through her body as she started to thrust her hips. With two fingers pressed either side of her clit she let out a soft moan as she eased the large dildo between her labia and up into her vagina.
In her mind she was still in Adam's office. Her clothes were strewn across the floor and he had forced her across his desk and, with his trousers around his ankles was about to forcibly take her.
She pushed the dildo all the way up until the scrotum touched her perineum. Then, gripping the silicon scrotum, she started to thrust it in and out of herself whilst stimulating her clit with her free hand.
Her large breasts wobbled in sympathy with each thrust of her hips as she bought herself to a shuddering climax. She could hear her own gasps and shouts of pleasure as she plunged the large silicon cock back and forth inside her.
Finally, she stopped. She felt exhausted as she just lay in the chair with her legs still spread wide and the dildo buried up to the hilt inside her.
Just for the moment she forgot Adam and his friends as she wallowed in her post orgasmic bliss.
Then, as Adam spoke, the reality and her natural shyness returned. "Very well- done Helen. That was great," he said as she self consciously eased the dildo out from between her legs and closed them. She then sat back up in the chair, very aware of her wobbling breasts and the watching audience as she repositioned herself.
"Now all we need is for my friends to decide if they think that you will be suitable.
What do you think guys?"
Helen gasped with shock as she watched the screen of her laptop and saw all the guys stand up to reveal their fully erect penises.
Adam then chuckled loudly as he said, "Well done Helen, you can take that as a definite yes."
One by one she watched the other five disappear from her screen leaving just Adam.
"What happens now?" asked Helen.
"That depends on you," he replied, all six of us have good jobs with a generous monthly entertainment expenses budget. We have already discussed what we would be willing to do provided you passed tonight's interview, which you have. We would each pay £500 per month into your account in return for your total cooperation. That is £3000 per month, which means we would pay off your overdraft and credit cards in just under a year.
Helen was momentarily speechless before asking, "so what do you mean by my total cooperation?"
"I'm sure that after tonight you must have a pretty good idea of what to expect. Just in case you have any doubts I will clarify it for you.
We will expect you to be available to any of us, either singly or in groups at any time.
We will use you for our sexual pleasure and expect you to comply with what ever we wish to do with you.
If you refuse at any time the whole month's payment will be cancelled.
Provided you agree in principal now I'll send you an unofficial contract to sign tomorrow together with some other items.
Helen was silent for a moment, realising that to clear her debts and keep her house she had little or no options.
"OK," she said, "I'll do it."
"That's great news and a good decision," said Adam, "We're all looking forward to getting our hands on your sexy body."
Despite the fact she was still sitting naked in front of Adam she blushed at hearing him say she was sexy again.
"OK, said Adam, I'll bid you good night now and you'll be receiving a package and our contract in the next few days.
Helen wished him goodnight and then shut down her laptop.
She gathered up her discarded clothes and went to bed.
She tossed and turned all night, troubled by what she was letting her self in for and the disgraceful way in which she had behaved earlier.
Eventually she fell asleep dreaming once more of Adam. This time she dreamed that she had arrived a little early for her appointment with him at the bank. The assistant had told her to wait in the main public area until Adam was free. She became aware of the bank staff staring at her and giggling and then, to her horror discovered that she was totally naked. This theme repeated throughout the night causing her to wake up panicking each time.
The following day she had a Women's Institute meeting in the morning. When she returned after lunch there was a package secreted in the entrance porch of her house.
She picked it up and then hurried in doors. She opened the package and found Adam's contract and another small box with the word, 'Bluetooth' and 'vibrator' written on it.
In addition to the contract there was another short note which read:
_Helen,_
_You hereby agree to be available for our sexual pleasure at any time on demand._
_You will get a minimum thirty minutes notice each time. Please see my accompanying note._
_We will normally use you in your house and to allay any fears you might have about nosy neighbours we will usually appear to be tradesmen arriving or sales representatives._
_On other occasions you will be used in other places of our choosing._
_There will be times when we expect you to accommodate more than one of us. Use your imagination, you have three holes._
_You will always wear either dresses or skirts and blouses, NEVER trousers._
_You will always wear holdups or have bare legs, NEVER pantyhose._
_We are all looking forward having you._
_Sign here:_
Helen read the demands and noted the word 'used'. It should have offended her but just reading the word sent an illicit thrill through her which both surprised and disgusted her.
She then read the reminder that she had three holes and felt herself panic. "Surely, they don't intend to penetrate my bottom," she thought. She dismissed it as Adam playing with her mind and then picked up the note from Adam which read:
_I have made an appointment for you in my office tomorrow morning at ten. Please bring the signed contract, the Bluetooth vibrator and your smart phone._
_Looking forward to seeing you tomorrow,_
_Adam_
The following day Helen felt apprehensive about her appointment with Adam. She had already opened the box with the Bluetooth vibrator inside and saw it was a kind of sex toy.
During breakfast she cringed at the memory of what she had done the previous evening. It was so out of character that no one she knew would ever believe that she was capable of such crudity. What made it even worse to bear was that she had reached an orgasm while the men all watched.
Now, this morning, she was going to see Adam with a signed copy of the contract effectively selling herself like a whore.
Like the previous evening she justified her actions by telling herself that she had no choice. She had to clear her debts to keep her house and if that meant going against everything she believed in then she would do it.
She finished her breakfast and after tidying up the house set off for the bank.
She was dressed in a midi length floral skirt and white blouse over plain white lace bra and panties. The one thing she did agree with Adam on was his rule about no pantyhose. Although she suspected it was for different reasons. As it was summer she was bare legged and wearing a pair of low heeled shoes.
She arrived a little early at the bank and waited nervously in the public area for Adam's secretary to come and fetch her.
Finally, she was escorted to Adam's office. He greeted her with a warm smile as his secretary left and closed the door behind her.
"You did very well yesterday evening," he said, causing Helen to blush. "Do you have the contract and the vibrator?"
She nervously rummaged in her handbag, fishing out the contract and vibrator. She put the boxed vibrator on his desk and then handed him the signed contract which he swiftly read before saying, "you've made the right decision by agreeing to this."
He then stood up and dragged another chair round behind his desk next to his and said, "Come and sit here Helen".
He had positioned the chair such that when she sat she was facing his side.
"You look very nice today Helen," he said, placing a hand on her knee and causing her to go tense.
"Did you bring your mobile phone?"
"Yes," she replied.
"Excellent, please give it to me so that I can download the app that is needed for your new toy."
Helen retrieved her phone from her bag and passed it to him.
"Now I'm just going to take a few details so that any of the six of us can contact you via SMS."
"OK," she said quietly.
She watched as he took a note of her number.
"Just need to download the Bluetooth app for the vibrator now."
She continued watching as he did the download and then the installation.
"Good!" he exclaimed, all we have to do now is test it."
"Pull the hem of your skirt up Helen."
She glanced around the office nervously wondering what he wanted to do.
"Come on Helen, I haven't got all morning, lift up your skirt so I can see your panties. Don't worry, no one will disturb us."
The reality of what she had agreed to started to hit her as she nervously reached down for the hem of her skirt and slowly lifted it up over her knees.
"Come on, stand up, pull it right up and then sit in the front edge of the chair."
She felt terrified that his secretary might suddenly walk in as she stood up and slowly lifted the hem to reveal her panties.
"Excellent," said Adam, now sit down on the front edge of the chair and open your thighs."
Her eyes were fixed on the office door. Ready to cover herself quickly if it opened.
Adam opened the vibrator box and placed the small vibrator on his desk. It was about the size of a small egg with a long thin curved tail.
Helen gasped with surprise as Adam suddenly thrust his hand between her open thighs grabbing the gusset of her panties.
"What are you doing?" she said in an urgent whisper and instinctively closing her legs.
"Spread your legs and keep them open," he said sternly.
She meekly obeyed feeling his fingers slip under the gusset of her panties and pull it to one side exclaiming, "You really have an incredible looking pussy Helen."
Blushing furiously and before she could object or react, his fingers were delving between her long protruding outer labia. He used his free hand to push her thighs further apart before prising her petal like labia apart.
Much to her total shame she could feel herself getting wet. A fact that Adam commented on immediately, saying, "I just love the way your cunt reacts to my touch."
She cringed at his use of the word 'cunt' as he passed her the vibrator saying, "Put this inside you."
She looked at it with a puzzled expression. It was pink and like an egg-shaped lolly pop on a long flexible stick.
"You might want to lick it first to help with the insertion," said Adam.
Still nervously looking at the door, terrified that that someone would enter and catch her in this vulnerable and exposed state and eager to somehow regain her dignity, she put the egg-shaped part in her mouth, licked it all over and then, briefly glancing at Adam as he gazed between her legs, she eased it between her parted labia and then up into her vagina.
It felt odd but not unpleasant and, following Adam's instructions, she bent the long flexible stick so that it was flush with her pubis before repositioning her panty gusset to cover her self and hold the device in place.
She then stood allowing the hem of her skirt to fall back into place.
She remained standing, relieved that she was no long vulnerable to being caught as Adam picked up his mobile and keyed in a few instructions.
She felt the egg vibrate deep inside her vagina, gasping at the sudden surprise as Adam said, "It's working then," with a grin, before adding, "All six of my friends have the app on their mobiles. Whenever any of us want you we will send a message to your mobile. The egg will vibrate for however long they wish, either continuously or in short powerful bursts. At the same time, you will receive a message giving details of where and when they will want you.
You must have the device inside you at all times up until ten-o-clock in the evening and after 9-o-clock in the morning. The app permanently monitors that the device is inserted so if you remove it we will know, and that month's payment will be cancelled unless it has been removed because one of the six of us is using you or it is removed for less than thirty minutes.
During the night time you must ensure that you put it on charge; understood?"
"Yes," she said as she watched him touching the screen of his mobile and felt the intensity and frequency of the vibrations change.
"Great," he exclaimed, "we're ready to go".
The vibrations stopped as Adam then added, "Are you taking birth control precautions?"
"No, since my husband's death I didn't see the need."
"You had better start as soon as possible then Helen. None of the guys will wear a condom and we all intend to cum inside you."
His last sentence focussed Helen's mind on to what she was agreeing to. The reality of prostituting herself.
"Any questions Helen?"
Pausing for a moment she asked, "what about during my period. Will I be expected to respond then?"
"That's a good question Helen. When your period starts just text the letter 'p' to us all. You can dispense with the vibrator during that time but must still respond to any text instruction and be available to give satisfaction in other ways."
Helen nodded.
"OK," said Adam, "that will be all for now Helen. All you must do now is wait for the next vibration, read the message and do whatever is required of you. As I mentioned earlier, most of the liaisons will take place at your house so be prepared for messages such as, the plumber will visit in thirty minutes.
"Oh, one more thing before you leave Helen," do you have a regular fantasy when you masturbate?"
She looked at him shyly asking, "I suppose so but why do you need to know?"
"Just curious Helen, that's all."
'Oh, what the hell,' she thought as she answered, "I sometimes fantasize about being forced to do things; a kind of rape fantasy."
"Very interesting Helen, I'll let the others know and maybe some of your fantasies will come true."
Helen nodded meekly, wishing she had kept quiet and then walked out of his office, feeling the egg inside her with each step she took.
During the rest of the week she tried to carry on as normal despite the presence of the egg-shaped vibrator in her vagina during the day and most of the evening.
THE INSURANCE SALESMAN
She had no idea how she would cope if it suddenly started to vibrate to indicate that one of the men wanted her.
It was not until late on Saturday morning, after she had returned from shopping that it suddenly vibrated. She felt herself start to panic as she opened her mobile phone to read the message. The vibrator was still pulsating in short powerful bursts as she read the message which read;
_Insurance salesman arriving at your house in thirty minutes._
Helen felt her panic rising as she nervously checked what she was wearing; it was another summer floral dress with her usual conservative matching white lace bra and panties beneath.
The realisation hit her that he was going to have sex with her. What would he expect her to do? Could she cope? It was one thing performing in front of her laptop for the audition because she felt throughout that she could stop whenever she wanted. Now this would be different. This would be with a man who would be expecting to have sex with her. And, unless it was Adam it would be a man she had never met before.
The last time she had sex had been over a year ago with her husband; sex, where he would briefly kiss her, thrust a hand between her legs and then have sex missionary style until he was satisfied.
During these panicky thoughts the vibrator continued but then suddenly stopped. She tried her best to calm down until some thirty minutes or so later she heard the doorbell.
Oh god She thought, he's here!
She hurried nervously to the door and paused to gather her composure before opening the it. Finally plucking up courage, she opened it and gazed at the handsome man standing there. It wasn't Adam.
He was carrying a briefcase and smartly dressed in a suit and tie.
"P-p-p-please come in," she stuttered.
She stood to one side as he entered the house and she quickly shut the door behind him.
"Don't forget, if any neighbours are curious just tell them I am an insurance salesman," he said. "Now, how about making me a nice cup of tea."
"Yes, of course," she said, glad of an excuse to prolong the inevitable.
She walked into the kitchen and he followed her, still carrying the case.
Helen felt the butterflies in her stomach as she busied herself fetching two cups from an overhead cupboard and filling the kettle.
She glanced back at the man who was sitting at a small table and saw him using his mobile. Suddenly she felt the egg vibrate strongly inside her; she heard him chuckle and felt him move up close behind her.
Her body tensed with both fear and expectation as she felt his fingers behind her neck on the rear zip fastener of her dress. She felt frozen to the spot as he slowly pulled the zip open all the down to the bottom, which was just above her back side.
She felt her panic increasing as his fingers then gripped the rear fastening of her bra, expertly releasing it with a flick of his fingers. She felt the bra go slack as he simultaneously slid a hand around each side, up under each cup and held a naked breast in each hand.
He briefly sought out each nipple squeezing them quite hard as he said, "Helen, it seems a shame to keep these covered up.
Her cheeks were flushed as he turned her round to face him, pulling both the dress and her bra from her shoulders. Pulling the bra straps and the dress off each arm her breasts were soon exposed with the dress hanging from her waist.
He tossed the bra onto the floor and said, "take the dress right off Helen and let me look at you."
She did as he asked, feeling very self-conscious as she folded the dress neatly and placed it on a chair.
He grabbed her upper arms and pulled her up straight before gazing at her naked breasts. Releasing his grip, he then playfully slapped each one in turn watching how they wobbled and reacted with each slap.
All this time she could feel the egg relentlessly vibrating inside her. Having slapped her breasts a few times and pinched her nipples he placed his hands on her shoulders and pushed her down until she was kneeling in front of him.
"Take out my dick Helen," he said.
The intensity of the vibrating egg felt stronger in this position as she nervously fumbled with his trousers. She could already see the large bulge of his dick as she unfastened his belt and then struggled with his zip. Once unfastened she pulled them down over his well-muscled thighs to reveal his bulging boxers.
"Come on Helen don't be shy," he said, looking down at her as she tentatively gripped at the waistband and eased his boxers down to his knees revealing his fully erect dick.
"Lick my balls Helen."
Afraid of showing her naivety, she moved her head closer until his erection was pressed lightly against her face, stuck out her tongue and started to lick his hairy scrotum. She glanced up into the older man's eyes as if seeking his approval and saw the lustful look in his eyes as he grinned down at her.
"Lick underneath them Helen," he said, parting his feet a little.
She used one hand to lift his sack and then licked underneath feeling the coarse hairs on her tongue.
"Now run your tongue up the length of my cock and suck it Helen." He ordered.
She did as he asked, releasing his scrotum from her grasp and then licking up the underside of his erection until she reached the head.
"That's good," he said, "now take into your mouth."
Having opened her mouth, she then eased her lips over the head of his dick, closing her lips around the base of its purple tinged head.
"Now lick it Helen."
As she started to run the tip of her tongue around and over the head of his erection she felt his hands first caress her ears and then hold her head quite firmly.
She started to panic as he slowly pushed his dick deeper into her mouth. She felt it run back over her tongue and then she choked and fought back her reflex to gag as it hit the back of her throat. It only touched momentarily, before he pulled back out a little, briefly giving her relief before he plunged it back in forcing her lips against his rough pubic hair and the head of his dick into her throat.
As he repeatedly thrust into her mouth Helen struggled not to gag or choke but felt determined not to disappoint him as drool started to drip from the sides of her mouth in long strings.
After only a few minutes he stopped, released his grip on her head and, as he allowed his dick to slip from her mouth, said, "I might cum in your mouth later but right now I'm going to check out was else you have to offer. Stand up Helen and lean against the table."
She did as he asked wondering what to expect next as she watched him briefly grab his mobile, touch the screen and felt the vibrations inside her stop.
As she watched he quickly undressed, neatly folding his clothes and placing them on the kitchen counter.
Her eyes were drawn to his athletic body as he then opened the briefcase and pulled out two lengths of rope.
The small kitchen table was rectangular, and Helen was leaning against one of the longer sides.
She started to panic again as he quickly stooped down and tied a length of rope to each of her ankles. He then roughly grabbed her left ankle and forced it against one of the table legs before tying the rope securely around it.
"Now move your feet apart until your right ankle is next to the other table leg Helen,"
"You don't have to tie me up," she said in a pleading voice, "I'll do whatever you want without that."
He chuckled saying, "I know you will Helen but being tied up will just reinforce the fact that any of us can make you do whatever we want. Now move your foot over to the other leg."
She moved her foot across to the other table leg and looked down as he tied her ankle securely to it. With both ankles now tied securely to each of the table's legs her feet were so wide apart she found it difficult to keep her balance and leaned forward to place her hands on the table top.
He grinned as he walked around the table firstly admiring her rounded backside before walking round to the other side and gazing at her large hanging breasts. He reached toward her and gave each breast more playful slaps causing them to sway pleasingly.
"Now lean right down until your tits are pressed against the table Helen."
She bent her elbows and lowered her breasts down onto the cool surface of the table. The table top was lower than her waist and as she bent down she felt very vulnerable with her back side now her highest point.
He moved around behind her and then ran his hand up the inside of her thigh as he said, "where do you keep the Kitchen scissors?"
"In the drawer behind you," she said, before adding timidly, "why do you want scissors?"
She heard him open the drawer before he replied, "to cut off your panties. Don't worry, I'll buy you some new ones."
She felt his hand return to the very top of her inner thigh and then lightly press up against the gusset of her panties. She cringed as he touched her, knowing that at that moment he could feel her wetness.
He slipped his fingers under the moist gusset and pulled her panties to one side. She tensed as his fingers probed between her labia, gripped the stem of the vibrator; pulling it out from her vagina and placing it on the table.
She then felt the cold steel of the scissor blade as he slipped it under the waistband on her hip. She then heard the cutting of the fabric as he sliced through from the elasticated waist down to the leg. One side of her panties then fell away revealing one of her naked buttocks. He repeated the same on the other side and then pulled them free of her body.
Helen felt totally exposed with her legs spread wide open and, as if to remind her, he stood back a little behind her and said, "that's a great view Helen, I can see your juicy cunt lips quite clearly."
Just hearing the word 'cunt' made her cringe with shame. He then he moved closer to her, placed a hand on each buttock, pulled them apart and exclaimed, "and now a perfect view of your arsehole."
Just hearing his crude remarks as he reinforced how obscenely she was displaying her rear view made her feel humiliated. However, what she found even more troubling for her puritanical mind was that she felt very aroused.
He thrust his hand between her thighs causing her to gasp as his fingers delved between her generous and very moist labia. With her in this position two of his fingers slipped very easily right up into her vagina.
"Does that feel good Helen?"
"Yes," she mumbled shamefully.
He slipped them back out, making a point of brushing over her clitoris and saying, "would you like to feel my stiff cock up there Helen?"
Before she could answer he slid his slippery fingers slowly up to her anus, circling her ring with the tip of a finger as he added, "or would you like my stiff cock in here?"
"No, please, not in my bottom," she pleaded as he eased a slippery finger into her tight anus, "it's both immoral and dirty," she protested.
He just chuckled as he pushed his finger in further up to his knuckle causing her to squeal in protest before withdrawing it and saying, "Sooner or later one of us will have his cock in there Helen, maybe I will later, but for now I'm just going to fuck your oozing and inviting cunt."
She cringed again at his crudity, felt him close behind her and then the head of his dick nestling between her wet labia. He paused for a moment savouring the feeling of her moist lips on the head of his dick. He looked down at the generous globes of her buttocks, giving each a playful slap before gripping the flesh of her hips in each hand.
Helen felt tense as she awaited the inevitable of being taken from behind by a guy she had never met before. It felt wrong and immoral but as he suddenly thrust his dick all the way up into her vagina she could not deny feeling a rush of excitement.
Gripping her hips tightly he started to take her with long powerful thrusts. Her upper body slid back and forth on the table top, rubbing her nipples in the process.
Being taken like this was a totally new experience and as he started to increase his pace Helen felt her orgasm building inside her. She felt ashamed by the betrayal of her body knowing that she would soon reach a climax.
He pounded into her faster and faster but then, as she was on the verge of climaxing, he suddenly pulled out.
Feeling desperate to climax and with her body tingling with desire she asked, "have I done something wrong?"
He swiftly moved around the table, grabbed a handful of her hair, lifted her head and said, "just shut up and suck me."
She opened her mouth obediently and gasped for breath as he thrust his slimy rock-hard dick into her mouth saying breathlessly, "now show me how good you are at swallowing."
He pulled her closer by her hair as he started to fuck her mouth. Like earlier, she fought the desire to gag as the head of his dick repeatedly hit the back of her throat. With tears streaming down her face and drool hanging in strings from the sides of her mouth she felt his grip on her hair tighten, pulling it painfully as her lips crashed repeatedly into his pubis.
She did her best try and keep calm but then, as his thrusting momentarily paused, she coughed and spluttered as his semen flooded her throat and mouth. He released his grip a little and pulled back allowing her to swallow what she could in frantic gulps. As she felt and tasted his salty slime slipping down her throat he pulled out and wiped the still dripping head on her cheek saying, "Not bad Helen, you did well."
With his dick just, inches from her face she could see more semen dribbling from it as he said, "now lick it clean like a good slut Helen."
She used one arm to lift her head a little and then her hand to grip his softening dick. He then moved closer allowing her to lick it clean.
Helen's only experience of sex with her late husband was that having satisfied himself he would roll off her and go to sleep.
Much to her amazement, as she licked the head of his dick he quickly became fully erect again. He pushed the head between her lips as he said, "look what you've done now," as he enjoyed the feeling of her inexperienced lips around the head of his dick before adding, "it's looking like we haven't finished yet!"
From the moment he had spread her legs, tied her ankles, gazed at and fingered her virgin anus he knew what he had wanted.
He stepped back letting his dick slip from her mouth and walked around behind her, taking a chair as he went and then sitting directly behind her.
Much to her dismay she turned her head and confirmed that he was gazing directly at her backside from just a foot or so away.
He reached between her wide spread thighs and ran his hand all the way up over her soft flesh until she felt his fingers brush over her labia. She had been so close to a climax earlier and as he idly toyed with her dangling wet lips she realised how aroused she still was.
She felt like she was in torment, gripped by the guilt and feelings of immorality of having just been penetrated by a man she had never met before and then swallowing his semen. These feelings were made worse by her own sexual desire that had grown and grown until, despite her feelings of acute guilt, she wanted him to keep touching her, perhaps fuck her again so that she could reach her own climax.
An involuntary sob escaped her lips as his fingers briefly ran through her oozing juices and across her clitoris. His touch was brief but enough for her to yearn for more.
She cringed with shame as she felt him move his hands and ease her buttocks apart and could feel his breath on her anus as he gazed at it saying, "Helen, your arsehole looks so inviting, so tight, are you telling the truth that you are an anal virgin?"
"Of course I am," she said quite indignantly, "it has one purpose and one purpose only."
He chuckled as, now using just one hand to expose her anus he touched her inviting looking rosebud.
"Please don't touch me there," she said.
She felt relieved, saying, "thank you," as he released her buttocks and moved his finger away.
She glanced back at him as she heard his chair scrape on the floor and saw he was reaching for a bottle on the kitchen work top.
He grabbed the bottle and then resumed his position directly behind her and said, "this should do the trick Helen, 'extra virgin olive oil.'
He unscrewed the top and then poured a small amount into the crease at the top of her buttocks.
She felt it trickle down between her cheeks and then over her anus.
Guessing what he was doing she stood up, fighting to keep her balance protesting, "please don't do this to me."
He stood up quickly, placing the bottle carefully on the floor and moved round in front of her.
She looked indignant and her cheeks were flushed crimson as he grabbed each of her nipples, squeezing them hard between his fingers and thumbs as he said, "As was clearly stated in the contract you signed, all three of your holes are available to any of us and I am going to have the pleasure of taking your anal virginity."
She struggled against the tight ropes around her ankles realising that she could not escape.
He released his pincer like grip on her nipples and slapped each breast hard on either side before retrieving two more ropes from his briefcase.
He then grabbed a handful of her hair and forced her down onto the table, squashing her ample breasts onto the table top as he swiftly tied each of her arms to the table legs.
Helen felt completely helpless, unable to move and feeling completely vulnerable as he moved round behind her and retrieved the bottle from the floor.
Helen was still pleading but now with a resigned and defeated tone to her voice as he eased his finger tip into her anus and started to trickle more of the olive oil into the crack of her buttocks.
As it trickled down onto his finger he repeatedly eased the tip of his finger out and then back in again, gradually introducing more and more oil into her tight hole.
He stopped trickling the oil and traced around the ring of her anus with the tip of his oily finger. Helen was completely surprised by how pleasant and erotic it felt whilst trying hard to deny it to herself.
She sighed softly as he briefly stopped toying with her anus and moved his hand down, cupping her wet and generous labia in his hand as he pressed it upwards and started to move his hand back and forth.
Her feelings of arousal, which had never been far away, rapidly returned as his massaging motion stimulated both her engorged labia and her clitoris.
Despite the discomfort of being firmly tied by her ankles and wrists to the table and her demeaning position she yearned for him to continue, to drive her onward to an orgasm.
With her own lust now the dominant sensation in her mind she forgot her indignation and pride as she started to thrust her hips against his hand.
He grinned to himself as he brought her closer and closer to her climax and then suddenly removed his hand leaving her desperate for him to continue.
She heard him pickup the bottle and as she twisted her head round to look, she saw him pour some of the oil into his hand and then wipe it over the whole length of his dick.
She turned away, fearful of what would happen next as she felt him move up close behind her and position the oily head of his dick against her anus.
"Please don't," she pleaded again, but knew it was futile as he pressed forward.
She cried out, "ouch!" as she felt the head of his dick push just past her sphincter and then the silky tightness of her ring gripping him as he paused.
Helen caught her breath after the initial pain and then slowly became accustomed to having her anus partially penetrated.
With the head of his dick in the grip of her anus he slipped his hand around the front of her thigh, finding just enough room between the edge of the table and slipped his hand over her vulva.
Like before he pressed his hand up against her wet labia and started to rub it back and forth.
Despite the new, and as far as she was concerned, unwelcome presence in her bottom, she gasped as his fingers stimulated her wetness.
He could feel the hard, exposed bud of her clitoris against his fingers as she started to thrust her hips with a limited movement against his hand.
He shifted his fingers so that the nub of her clitoris was softly trapped between two of his fingers and grinned as an involuntary gasp escaped her lips.
He took his lead from her small but rhythmic thrusts matching his with hers.
He felt his own excitement rising but kept the head his dick stationary just inside her.
Helen's gasps started to increase in frequency.
Once more she felt her climax building and felt sure that this time she would get there.
Her gasps were now interspersed with low staccato moans of pleasure as he matched the increasing speed of her thrusts.
Her moans started to increase in both pitch and intensity until she started to scream, "yes, yes, Mmmmmmm!"
With her orgasm reaching its peak and her focus purely on the pleasure she felt he suddenly plunged his dick all the way into her rectum. Without pausing and with his fingers still pressed up against her vulva he fucked her with urgent thrusts, revelling in the silky tightness of her virgin rectum as it gripped his shaft from the head to the base. His only objective was to cum; to ejaculate deep inside her, as his loud groans drowned out hers. Her kitchen was echoing with the sounds of his flesh slapping against hers and his shouts of pleasure as he exploded deep in her rectum.
He stayed inside her for a while, relishing the feeling and knowing that one day soon he would do it again.
Pulling his oily dick from her bottom he wiped it on one of her buttocks and said, "there, it wasn't that bad was it."
She turned her head to look at him, ashamed by what she had just done but unable to deny that after the initial pain she was surprised by how it had somehow added to her own climax.
"No, it wasn't that bad but it's still wrong."
He just grinned at her as he walked over to the kitchen sink. He ran the water and then washed his dick in the sink. Picking up the cut remains of her panties he then wiped himself dry with them before getting dressed.
She watched him read the label in her cut-up panties and then do the same with her discarded bra as he said, "I'll send you some new ones and perhaps some other underwear next week.
He then untied her wrists and helped her to raise her upper body.
He gave her large breasts a playful slap before walking round behind her, slapping her buttocks and saying, "Adam made a good choice Helen. Despite your protestations I'm sure you'll be a perfect slut."
He then untied her ankles and continued, "I never did get that cup of tea."
"Are you serious?" she said, "do you really want me to make you some tea?"
"No, perhaps next time."
He gathered up the ropes, placed them in the briefcase and said, "until the next time Helen." Before giving her buttocks another slap and then making his way to her front door.
She stood and watched him leave feeling his semen start to trickle from her bottom and down the inside of her thigh. She grabbed some kitchen tissue, wiped between her thighs and with the taste of his semen still in her mouth started to wonder what else she would be expected to do over the coming months.
It was still early evening, but Helen decided to take a shower. As she washed between her legs she touched her anus, worried that it might have changed but it felt the same. She felt ashamed by what had just happened. Having sex with a stranger was bad enough but sodomy was a sin. She tried to ease her guilty conscience by reminding herself that she had been tied up and forced but could not deny the fact that she had orgasmed whilst being anally penetrated.
She decided that she would pray for forgiveness in church the following day as she finished her shower, dried her self and went to her bedroom to find some fresh panties.
EXPOSED AND HUMILIATED IN THE WAXING SALON
Having pulled on the panties she heard a strange vibrating noise coming from the kitchen. Suddenly realising what it was and believing Adam's story that they would know if it wasn't inside her, she rushed back down stairs wearing just her fresh panties and made her way to the kitchen where the vibrator was spinning around on the table.
She picked it up, pulled the gusset of her panties to one side, squatted and slipped the vibrator into her vagina.
Despite her earlier escapade and much to her dismay the vibrating egg felt good as it nestled inside her.
She then found her phone and read the message which read,
_Go to_ _Sharon's Beauty Parlour_ _in the High Street at 6:30pm today. It closes at 6:00pm but they are expecting you. See you soon, Adamandfriends._
_P.S. You can leave the vibrator at home and on charge._
After about a minute the vibrator stopped. The afternoon dragged on and her anxiety increased as each hour went by and she wondered what they had planned for her.
Finally, the time came to get dressed and leave for the beauty parlour.
Having parked her car, she hurried along the High Street and found the address.
She'd walked past it many times but never really took any notice. Now, as she approached the entrance door she thought how seedy it looked with a list of services hanging in the window listing amongst others: Piercing, Tattoos, intimate waxing.
She tried the door and found it was locked so rang the doorbell.
Her mind was racing as she remembered how the text message had been signed from Adamandfriends. Would all six be here? She thought.
She was starting to panic. Wondering why they had asked her here. Surely, they were not going to make her have a tattoo she thought; cringing at the mere idea.
She glanced nervously, left and right, fearful that a neighbour or member of her church would see her outside this seedy looking establishment.
At that moment she saw a young dark-haired woman approaching the door. She reached up and then down, unfastening two bolts and then opened the door saying, "you must be Helen. I've been expecting you. Come in."
As Helen entered, the young woman locked the door and said, "follow me."
Helen walked behind her unable to avoid the girl's overpowering cheap perfume. She also despised the way in which she was dressed in a skimpy black vest top which barely covered what Helen assumed were cheap surgically enhanced breasts with tattoos on each. Her short black skirt just about covered her backside exposing more tattoos down the back of each leg. If she's not a slut or whore then she certainly dresses like one, thought Helen, feeling superior to her in every way.
Helen's thoughts were interrupted as the girl opened a door and said, "in here please."
She followed the girl into the room and started to worry when she saw a gyno examination table. Turning to the girl she asked, "why am I here, I thought this was some kind of beauty salon?"
"Oh, it is," said the girl with a grin, "you're here because Adam wants your pubic hair to be waxed. Now, while I go and heat the wax please strip and get on the table."
Helen felt lost for words as the girl left, saying, "take off everything please. I'll be about five minutes."
Helen looked at the table, remembering the last time she had a gyno exam and how exposed and humiliated she had felt. This table looked almost the same as the ones she had seen before, but more comfortable looking padded leg supports.
Another major difference she hadn't spotted was the soft leather straps on the leg supports and additional straps behind the head support.
She was still standing by the table when the girl returned pushing a steel trolley with the hot wax, spatulas, waxing strips and various bottles and said, "there's nothing to worry about Helen, now undress and get on the table."
Helen noticed the impatient expression on the girl's face as she started to undress. With her dress now removed and draped over a chair next to the table Helen asked, "everything?"
"Yes, everything, and don't worry. I've seen all shapes and sizes in here."
Helen reluctantly removed her bra panties, tossed them onto the chair and stood naked in front of the girl.
"Now get up on the table Helen and I'll get you ready."
Helen hauled herself up onto the table and lay nervously on her back.
"I'll help you put your legs in the supports," said the girl as she lifted Helen's left leg, eased it to the side and then secured her calf and foot into a shaped soft leather support. She then repeated the same with Helen's right leg.
She started to protest but gave in as the girl secured each leg to the supports by buckling up large leather straps that were affixed to both and said, "it's just for your comfort and safety. We don't want you moving around or falling off during the procedure."
With both legs firmly secured Helen tried in vain to suppress her feelings of acute embarrassment as the girl first gripped her hips, pulling her forward until her buttocks slightly overhung the front edge of the table and then raised and parted the footrests, bending her knees back and apart forcing her thighs wide open.
Helen winced as the girl playfully brushed her hand over her labia and then her pubis, saying, "that's quite a bush you have there, Helen."
The girl then moved up the side of the table grabbed Helen's left hand and lifted it up above her head. Still desperately trying to ignore the way in which she was so crudely exposed Helen meekly allowed the girl to fasten both hands in a leather strap above her head.
Just to add to her torment, the girl ran her hand across Helen's exposed armpit and said, "looks like you've neglected the hair here for a little while. Don't worry, I'll wax these as well and those odd few hairs around your nipples."
Helen glanced down between each armpit, embarrassed by the hairy stubble that she would have normally shaved off but with the events of the past few days had forgotten.
Feeling totally vulnerable and exposed to this young slutty girl she watched her walk over to a phone next to the table, pick it up and say, "OK guys, we're ready, if you'd like to come through."
Helen watched with horror as Adam and the other five men entered the room, gathered round the end of the table and all gazed between her wide-open thighs. She of course recognised Adam and the one that had recently been at her house but the other four might have well been total strangers.
She felt totally speechless and if the floor had opened right there and then and swallowed her she would have been grateful as the girl said, "pretty good view eh guys?"
Adam and the others all nodded their heads enthusiastically as she continued, "I'll trim her pubic hair back with scissors to about a centimetre or so before the waxing. That will give you a better view of those large lips before I finally reveal her cunt in all it's glory after I've waxed it."
Helen looked down over her breasts at the guys gathered around her wide spread thighs as the girl picked up a pair of scissors from the trolley and started trimming the hair back on Helen's pubis. As she moved down between her spread thighs, Helen flinched as the girl used the fingers on her free hand to move her large labia away from the blades as she expertly trimmed back the hairs.
If that wasn't bad enough the girl turned to the men and asked with a playful giggle, "have I missed any guys?"
Helen cringed as one of them said, "yes, there's a couple of long ones close to her arsehole."
The girl then sought out each of the hairs in turn, brushing her fingers over Helen's anus in the process, as she cut them back to around a centimetre.
The guys then surrounded the table some commenting on her bristly armpits as one of the others said, "there's a couple of random long hairs around her nipples.
They all stared at her breasts as the girl gripped Helen's nipple and pulled it upward, lifting her right breast up off her chest, causing Helen to gasp with discomfort. With a couple of swift cuts, the few offending hairs were cut back. The girl then repeated the same thing with the other breast.
Helen felt embarrassed, unable to move and helpless, as one of the guys then ran his fingers over the bristly hairs in her armpit saying to the girl, "I hope you're going to wax these as well."
"Of course," she replied and then handed each of them some alcohol cleansing wipes adding, "we need to thoroughly wipe all of the areas that I'm going to wax."
Helen closed her eyes, trying to escape the humiliation as the six guys eagerly started to wipe under her arms, around her nipples and, most embarrassingly, between her outstretched thighs.
As if to add to her mental discomfort the girl said, "guys, make sure that you wipe the whole area between her legs, especially around her anus."
Helen tensed as she felt the cool alcohol being wiped all over her pubis then down over her labia and to her anus.
"OK guys," said the girl, "you've done a good job. "Where shall we start the waxing, under-arms and tits first or her pussy?"
The unanimous decision was to start at the top and then work down.
Helen opened her eyes and saw the guys gathered around as the girl used a spatula to spread the first of the hot wax under her armpit.
With the hot wax spread over the stubble the girl then used her fingers to press a gauze waxing strip into the wax. Helen tensed as she felt the girl grip one end of the waxing strip. She then cried out, "ouch!" as the strip was suddenly torn away together with most of Helen's under-arm stubble. The girl then repeated this a couple more times until all the stubble was gone before moving around the table to repeat the procedure on Helen's other arm-pit.
Helen then tensed with anticipation as the girl spread some hot wax right next to her left nipple and pressed a waxing strip into it. Unlike her arm-pits there were only a few stray hairs around her nipples but as the girl tore off the first strip it still caused Helen to cry out.
The girl continued the process until all the stray hairs were gone leaving the skin around Helen's areola looking a little red and sore.
She could sense the increased excitement amongst the guys as they all moved down to get a good view of the finale; the waxing of her pubic hair.
The girl started with Helen's pubis, with each strip eliciting a cry of "ouch!" as it was swiftly ripped off.
The final part was even more intimate as the girl said, "I'm going spread the wax down the left side of her pussy so will one of you guys use your fingers to keep her labia out of the way."
Helen watched as the men jostled for position and to be the one touching her so intimately.
She felt fingers touch her protruding lips and then pull them to one side as the girl applied the hot wax. She felt the waxing strip being pressed into the wax, tensed as the girl paused for a few seconds and then cried out as a long strip of pubic hairs was ripped out.
The same was repeated on the other side and then Helen waited for the final humiliation of having the hairs around her anus waxed.
Helen listened with horror as the girl said, "Helen, as there's only a sparse amount of hair around your anus I find it works better to wax a wide strip from just below it up to your pussy. To protect the tender flesh of your anus I use a rubber plug."
Helen watched as the girl reach over to the trolley and picked something up. She held it up for Helen to see. It looked like a rubber stopper for a bottle and was about three inches long.
"Do you have to use that?" Helen said in a pleading voice.
"It is the best way," said the girl, "and the guys have already requested it."
Helen closed her eyes again, resigned to the fact that for the second time that day her bottom would be abused.
She listened, knowing that she was helpless to stop it as the girl handed the rubber bung to Adam and said, "use the gel from the trolley and carefully smear some on the protruding part of the bung."
The room was silent except for the sounds of Adam rummaging on the trolley. Having found it, he then smeared the rubber bung with gel until the girl said, "that's perfect, now use your finger to smear some gel into her anus and then insert the bung."
With her eyes still closed tightly Helen felt Adams gel covered finger briefly brush against her anus then slide inside. The indignity of having her anus fingered by Adam whilst the others watched was brief but then felt even more embarrassing as she felt the rubber bung being pushed into her rectum.
Helen was surprised by how easily it slipped inside, putting it down to the earlier penetration in her kitchen.
With the bung firmly in place its larger diameter rim sat snugly over the delicate ring of her anus, protecting it from the hot wax.
Once more she felt the hot wax being spread over and around her anus and then the waxing strip being pressed into it.
She held her breath, waiting for the sudden pain and then shouted out "ouch!" As the girl suddenly ripped the strip from her perineum and the flesh around her anus.
Helen thought that her ordeal was over as the girl pulled the rubber bung from her anus but then to her horror she listened as the girl handed each of the men a pair of tweezers and said, "The waxing is done but I might have missed the odd hair, especially around her nipples or between her thighs. I suggest that you each check her thoroughly and pull out any missed hairs with the tweezers. After that you can rub some moisturising lotion over the freshly waxed areas to sooth her skin.
Not only were they gazing intently between her crudely spread thighs, but she could feel them touching her labia, moving them from side to side as others searched around her nipples. She could sense their eagerness to find a stray hair and tensed as one of them exclaimed, "here's one. Right next to her arsehole." She closed her eyes as she felt the hair being gripped and pulled by the tweezers before suddenly being plucked out. Another found a fine hair next to a nipple and caused Helen to wince as he plucked it out.
Finally, they seemed satisfied that she was hair free and the girl passed a bottle of moisturising lotion to Adam who, after pouring some into his hand, passed it on to the next guy and so on.
Despite the humiliation of her position and the intimate waxing Helen began to find it quite soothing as a few of the guys spread the lotion into her armpits and over her breasts.
The others had already started to rub the lotion onto her now hairless pubis.
With her breasts still being soothed with the cool lotion she suddenly tensed as the guys who were concentrating on her pubic area delved lower. She felt the cooling lotion being spread over and between her large labia and, simultaneously, all around her anus.
She listened to their crude comments such as, "Look how great her cunt looks without all that hair around it."
And, "feel how smooth it is," as numerous fingers probed and stroked between her thighs.
Helen then opened her eyes abruptly as she heard a zip being unfastened as one of them said, "I don't know about you guys but I'm going to fuck that invitingly tight looking arsehole of hers.
Helen started to protest as he continued, "come on guys, there's plenty to go around."
She looked around, desperate but unable to free herself as they all dropped their trousers and got out their erect dicks.
Despite her protests she knew it was pointless as she felt a finger being thrust up into her rectum. Unlike earlier, in her kitchen, she now knew what to expect as the guy worked his finger around inside her, stretching and pulling before withdrawing his finger. There was a momentary pause as he poured some of the moisturising lotion over the end of his dick and then pressed the head into Helen's anus. As she resignedly awaited the full penetration of her rectum she felt another guy unfasten one of her wrists. She was puzzled as he first slapped a large amount of moisturising lotion into her armpit before lowering her arm down beside her.
He then lifted her breast which had been resting over the side of her body and smeared some more lotion onto the side of it. Much to her surprise, she then felt him slide his erect dick up at an angle between the flesh of her upper arm and her armpit. He then lowered her breast back down, effectively covering the gap between her body and the flesh of her upper arm and started to fuck her armpit.
She'd never heard of let alone experienced such a strange act. The guy between her wide-open thighs slowly but forcefully pushed the whole length of his dick up into her rectum. It felt huge and invasive but as he paused, relishing the velvety tightness, Helen felt her second arm being released and the other armpit being smeared liberally with lotion. Her other breast was soon covered in lotion as well as another erect dick eased under the softness of her upper arm.
The guy in her rectum started to thrust in and out as the other two fucked her armpits.
The girl had already slipped out of the room as Helen felt someone behind her head. She felt the head rest being lowered and with it her head until it was hanging back and gazing directly at the fourth guys dick.
"I hear that you're quite good at sucking cock Helen," he said as he wiped the shiny head of his dick across her lips saying, "come on, open wide."
Helen did as he asked, opening her mouth and then tasting the salty tang of his cock as he pushed it into her mouth.
She then felt his hands grip the sides of her head as he started to fuck her mouth. She knew what to expect this time and realised that the sooner she could make him cum the sooner this part of her ordeal would be over.
As she closed her lips around his shaft she doubted if any of her fellow church members could possibly imagine Helen, Mrs Daniels, the young widow, being abused simultaneously by four men; and if any of them could they would surely brand her a slut, a cheap whore, a disciple of the devil.
The strangest sensation was having a cock in each armpit and despite being simultaneously sodomised, the fucking of her armpits somehow felt more depraved.
All four men were grunting and panting as each pursued his own pleasure in Helen's body.
She felt the guy in her backside start to thrust with more urgency, his thighs slapping against hers with each urgent thrust until she felt a momentary pause and then the sudden sensation of his hot semen flooding into her rectum.
She then felt the guys on each side building rapidly toward their climax and then the indignity of their semen gushing into both her armpits.
Finally, with saliva now drooling from the sides of her mouth and struggling to cope, the guy in her mouth reached his climax shouting, "swallow it Helen, swallow it all," as the head of his dick gushed directly into her throat.
He pulled back a little allowing her to swallow most of his salty slime.
He then pulled his dick from her mouth, wiping the last few drops over her lips before moving away.
The two guys by her sides had already retreated leaving a sticky mess in her armpits and the sides of her breasts.
As the guy between her thighs eased his softening dick from her anus any relief she felt was short lived as she heard Adam say, "I'm having some of that."
Helen felt guilty by her yearning to feel him in her vagina which, despite what she had just been subjected to and much to her shame, was oozing with her arousal.
She tried her best to suppress a soft cry of pleasure as Adam suddenly plunged his erect dick into her gaping wetness. He rammed it all the way in making Helen gasp with delight.
He held it deep inside her for a few seconds, building her expectations of him using her but at the same time perhaps giving her some pleasure. She felt him slowly with draw, awaiting the moment when he would plunge back in and take her but her rising feelings of delight were suddenly short-lived as he withdrew completely and suddenly plunged his cock up into her rectum.
She sensed his quickly rising pleasure as he pounded into her, eager to satisfy his lust by using her body. He thrust into her with increasing urgency and gusto until she heard him groan loudly and felt him cum inside her, adding to the semen that the previous guy had left.
With the taste of semen still fresh in her mouth, the sticky mess under each armpit and semen starting to trickle from her anus Helen lifted her head and gazed down over her breasts to see the last of the guys, the one who had been in her kitchen earlier that day, standing between her spread thighs.
He was holding his dick in his hand as he moved closer and rested the head directly onto her clitoris. Any pretence at not being aroused evaporated instantly. A gasp escaped her lips as the guy said, "tell me where you want it Helen."
As he spoke he moved the head down from her clitoris, wiping it between her wet labia and then back up to her clit.
"Well?" he asked.
"Inside me." she answered softly.
"In your arsehole?" he teased.
"No."
"Where then?"
"In my vagina."
He ran the head of his dick between her labia again as he teased, "so you want me to fuck your cunt?"
"Yes," she said, hating the crudity of his words.
"Then tell me exactly Helen. Tell me what you want using my words."
She hesitated, disgusted by the degrading words, as he teased her labia once more with the head of his dick.
Tell me Helen, I know you want it. I can see and feel the juices oozing from you."
Unable to resist any longer she blurted out, "Fuck me. Fuck my cunt!"
With the word 'cunt' still reverberating in her head she swooned and gasped as he slid the head of his cock down between her labia again but this time, let go of his grip and thrust the length of his dick up inside her.
He then gripped her thighs tightly and started to plunge in and out of her. Helen had never felt so aroused and, oblivious to the other five men watching, started to thrust her hips to meet each of the guy's inward thrusts.
The room was totally silent except for the slapping of flesh against flesh and the increasing moans of pleasure from Helen.
Her whole body was tingling with pleasure, her nipples hard and erect as she felt herself racing towards an orgasm. The guy was matching his thrusts to hers until her whole body started to convulse with pleasure. For a few moments she felt somehow weightless as the waves of pleasure radiated from her crotch and her screams of delight filled the room.
After a while the orgasmic sensation subsided, and she realised the guy had pulled out of her. She wondered if he had ejaculated inside her because she had no recollection of it but then, as she felt his semen start to trickle out from her vagina she knew that he had.
Laying there feeling used abused but satisfied she watched as the men all left the room and then the girl returned saying, "looks like they were all happy Helen."
She just felt embarrassed and ashamed as the girl unfasted her legs from the table, passed her a handful of tissues and showed her to a shower room.
Having showered and dressed she returned home. That night as she lay in bed, she ran her hands over her hairless body wondering what else these six men would require of her.
As she drifted into a deep sleep she felt confused. Everything she had done was against her very conservative morals. The way in which they had humiliated her, calling her a slut, their filthy language and abusing her body had been deeply embarrassing but, try as she might to deny it, she had never experienced such heightened arousal before.
The following morning, she went to church as usual. Feelings of guilt filled her thoughts as she prayed for forgiveness and hoped that the vibrator would not start during the church service. She felt grateful to be left in peace as she left the church and returned home.
The following week was quiet and, as each day passed, her she wondered when she would be required again.
On Thursday the postman knocked with a parcel. Wondering what it could be she took it inside and opened the box. Inside was a short letter which read;
_Helen, here are two pairs of panties to replace the ones that my friend cut and ruined last Saturday plus one spare pair. I also bought you some new items that you should try on to check that they fit._
_See you soon_
_Adam_
Helen tipped the contents onto her kitchen table. The two pairs of panties were exactly like the ones she always wore.
With the panties was a plastic bag with a label on the front which read: Black Leather Basque and Micro Skirt.
On the opposite side of the bag was a picture of a woman wearing the items; a woman that Helen immediately thought epitomised a slut. At the same time, she realised that she would be expected to wear these things herself and look like the woman.
The picture showed a woman wearing the basque. It was laced all the way up the front, holding in the woman's waist and belly like a corset but the bra section was just a support beneath the woman's ample breasts which left her nipples uncovered. If that was bad enough the very short flared skirt barely covered the woman's buttocks leaving the crotch of her panties showing.
Helen felt both shocked and curious as she carried the items up to her bedroom. She quickly stripped naked, temporarily removing the vibrator and placing it on her dressing table and then struggled to work out how to put the basque on. She soon discovered that the laces were just an adjustment and the main fastening was a long zipper down one side.
She slackened off the laces unzipped the fastener and then struggled to put it on. It felt too tight at first but eventually she managed to get the zip started and then slowly pulled it up until the bodice was pulled tight over her belly and waist. She then worked the whole thing up higher lifting each breast into the quarter cups until finally easing the straps over each shoulder. A little more wriggling and adjusting and then she appraised herself in her full-length mirror. Her immediate thought was that she looked more of a slut than the girl in the picture. Much to her surprise the ridiculous bra gave quite a bit of support which only served to hold her breasts up and out accentuating the fact that her nipples were uncovered.
Helen then picked up the miniscule scrap of soft leather that was the skirt and put it on. Much to her surprise it fitted her waist perfectly, but the hem only just covered her hairless crotch.
Just the thought of being made to wear the outfit in front of Adam and his friends filled her with dread but, remembering the waxing and what she had done so far, she knew that she would do whatever was necessary to pay off her debt.
At that moment she heard her phone ping indicating the arrival of a new email. She checked and saw it was from Adam. It read;
_Helen,_
_I hope that by now you have received my package and tried on the basque and skirt for size. Please confirm that they fit._
_Looking forward to seeing you wearing them soon!_
_Adam._
__
She sent a quick reply confirming that they fitted OK.
Helen took one more glance at her self in the mirror seeing a slut gazing back.
THE GAS REPAIR MAN
She took off the skirt and basque, put them back in the box which she put in the wardrobe. Just after inserting the Bluetooth vibrator her phone pinged again, and the vibrator started to buzz.
She checked her phone and read the message which read,
_Gas repair men arriving in one hour. When we arrive, you must be wearing old worn clothes and underwear. Leave the vibrator on charge until after we've gone._
Helen read the message again and was puzzled by the request for old worn clothes. Knowing that she must do as they requested she remembered her old gardening clothes that she kept in the back of her wardrobe. She rummaged through them and found an old cotton dress. She then searched through her underwear drawer and picked out a faded pair of large black panties together with an old black bra.
She put on the old underwear and dress and then went down to the living room to await the men's arrival.
She felt increasingly nervous as the hour slowly ticked by. Not knowing what she might be expected or forced to do. Despite this, or maybe because of it, she felt aroused. Her breasts felt sensitive and she was already aware of the growing wetness between her legs.
Finally, she heard a vehicle pull up outside the house. She looked through the living room window and saw two men wearing boiler suits climb from a van. One was carrying a tool box as they both walked down the path to her front door.
Hearing the doorbell ring she hurried to the door and opened it. She recognised them immediately, having last seen them at the waxing salon.
One of them said, "we've come to check your gas supply."
"Yes, of course," she stuttered, "please come in."
As they entered Helen closed the front door behind them.
As she turned toward them one of them grabbed her. He pushed her roughly up against the wall causing her to gasp and panic. His face was just inches from hers as he pushed his feet between hers and then thrust his hand between her thighs. Despite the cotton dress and panties, he could still feel the soft flesh of her generous labia as he cupped and squeezed her feminine bulge in his hand and said, "Deep down you are just a slut Helen, yearning to be fucked."
She felt trapped and helpless as he continued to roughly grope between her legs as she protested, "no I'm not like that! I'm just trying to get myself out of debt by the only means available to me."
He just laughed as he released his grip on her crotch, grabbed a handful of her hair and said, "come with us."
Gripping her hair tightly he pulled her into the living room as the other man followed behind slapping her backside.
They stopped in the centre of the room; one close in front of her the other close behind.
"You might not think that you're a slut Helen but we're going to treat you like one. Now move your feet apart."
As Helen did as she was told the guy behind ran his hand up between her parted legs. She tensed as, like the other man had done, he cupped the gusset of her panties and squeezed.
He continued squeezing and probing between her thighs as the man in front ran his hands up the front of her dress to her breasts.
He groped them roughly and then moved his hands up to the neckline.
She stood frozen to the spot as his fingers curled and slipped under the neck line. He gripped the cotton fabric tightly and then, with one powerful downward movement, pulled the neckline downwards.
Helen felt the dress start to dig into her shoulders as the cotton held tight for a moment. She then heard a tearing sound as the seams gave way and, with a couple of forceful tugs the dress was torn from her body.
The guy behind briefly removed his hand allowing the torn remains of her dress to tumble onto the carpet.
The guy behind her quickly grabbed the waistband of her panties above her backside as the guy in front did the same just above her pubis. They both started to pull her panties away from her body and upwards.
She felt the gusset being forced uncomfortably up into her crotch. She started to protest as they continued pulling out and upwards until the gusset rolled over and was forced painfully between labia.
Just when she thought the pain was getting unbearable she felt the elastic giving way and then panties started to tear. The man behind her let go and the one in front pulled the tattered remains out from between her legs.
Having torn her panties from her body they then concentrated on her bra as one of them said, "let's get her tits out."
Each of them grabbed a shoulder strap, pulling them violently until they tore from the main bra strap.
The guy in front then grabbed the cups and pulled the whole bra down, allowing her ample breasts to tumble out leaving the bra hanging loosely around her waist.
Helen protested with a yelp as he then started to slap her breasts, causing them to sway and randomly slapping her nipples saying, "you like being treated roughly don't you."
"No, I don't," she protested as she felt the guy behind ease two fingers into her oozing vagina and commenting to his accomplice, "I'm sure she does. That smooth hairless cunt of hers is oozing juices."
With her pussy still being fingered the guy in front stopped the slapping and then reached for the zip of his boiler suit.
Helen watched as he revealed himself to be completely naked beneath as he swiftly took it off.
Her eyes were drawn to his erection which she knew she would have to satisfy.
Now standing in front of her completely naked he grabbed a handful of her hair and forced her to squat down on the floor saying, "now suck my cock like a good slut Helen."
The guy behind removed his fingers from her as the other forced her to squat.
The guy in front then grabbed her head, pushed his dick between her lips and started to slowly fuck her mouth. His pace was leisurely, but each inward thrust was deep causing Helen to gag each time.
In her squatting position she could feel the wetness of her gaping vagina.
The other guy took off his boiler suit, moved around to her front and, for a short while, they forced her to suck each of them in turn.
In between the gagging and choking she heard them discussing what they wanted to do with her.
"I want to see those big tits swinging as you fuck her from behind," said one of them. Then the other said, "I might fuck the arse this time, some of the others said she took it quite well."
After sucking them both for a little while they pulled her back up and then pushed her across the room to a chair saying, "bend forward and rest your hands on the arms."
As she bent over one of them slapped her backside and pushed her feet wider apart using his foot. He then thrust his hand between her thighs, pushing two fingers onto her oozing wetness as he said to the other, go to the kitchen and find some lube for her arsehole.
As the other guy walked off to the kitchen his friend moved closer and eased his fingers out from Helen's vagina.
She felt his dick brush through her wet parted labia and then, with one thrust, he was fully inside her.
"I could only find this tub of margarine," said the friend as he returned from the kitchen.
"That'll be fine," said the other, already panting as he slapped her buttocks repeatedly and started thrusting rhythmically into her.
Helen could feel her dangling breasts swaying violently beneath her as the guy continued to slap her buttocks hard with each of his powerful inward thrusts.
She turned her head, watching the other guy slowly stroking his dick as he watched her being fucked.
After a short while she felt the guy stop and withdraw from her saying to his friend, "here, you fuck her while I watch her tits."
As they swapped places the friend removed the lid from the tub of margarine, scooped out a blob on his fingers and planted it directly between her buttocks and onto her anus. Almost immediately he inserted his dick about halfway into her vagina.
Helen then felt him prising her buttocks apart using the fingers of one hand. Just the thought of him gazing down at her exposed anus made her cringe with shame which was made worse when she felt his finger start to delve into her bottom.
He made sure that his finger was coated with margarine before easing it all the way into Helen's rectum. He repeated this process until all the blob of margarine had been spread inside her.
Helen knew by now what to expect but still winced as she then felt him ease his thumb into her tight forbidden hole.
Satisfied that she was ready, he pulled his glistening dick from her wet pussy and positioned the head into the centre of her anus.
The room was totally silent as he then slowly pushed the whole length into her tight velvety anus.
When she had originally agreed to Adam's sordid arrangement her naivety was such that being sodomised never entered her head. Now, after only a short time she realised that this depravity and probably with more to come was something she must endure.
Like the previous time the initial discomfort soon passed, and the guy was soon pounding into her backside. With her breasts swinging around beneath her once more the other guy moved his hand beneath her and started to slap them. Each slap was enough to sting but not be overly painful.
Helen sensed that the guy penetrating her would not stop this time as his slapping of her buttocks had stopped and he was now gripping the tender flesh of her hips as he thrust more and more urgently into her rectum.
"Your slut arse feels great Helen!" he panted, "I'm going to fill it with my spunk."
With each of his powerful inward thrusts Helen felt his scrotum slapping against her wet labia until with a final shout of, "take this you whore," she felt him ejaculate deep inside her, flooding her rectum.
He had barely finished when the other guy said, "get on the floor slut and lay on your back."
As she stood she felt the other softening dick slip from her bottom.
She quickly did as she was told and lay on the floor wondering what to expect next as the other guy said, "Have you ever heard of a pearl necklace Helen?"
"No. Well not in a sexual context," she replied.
"Then let me explain. I'm going to put my dick between your huge tits. You will push them together as I fuck them and then cum all over your chin. My cum will then trickle down around your neck like a necklace.
Helen remembered the armpit fucking and thought that this was almost as humiliating.
He looked across to the other guy and said, "Pass me the margarine."
Both chuckled as his friend passed him the open tub. He scooped out a handful of margarine, smeared it between her ample breasts and then knelt astride her.
With his dick resting between her breasts he said, "push your tits together Helen," as he lowered his body over her face.
She did as he asked and, with his belly touching her face, she felt him start to thrust between her greasy breasts.
She thought it felt very odd but at the same time strangely erotic as he pounded harder and faster.
"Push them together harder," he grunted as he rapidly felt himself approaching his orgasm. Helen did her best to push her big breasts together more tightly, sensing his approaching orgasm as the soft flesh of her margarine coated breasts encased his thrusting dick.
She felt him thrusting harder and faster his belly rubbing across her face until he called out, "yes, yes, you slut!" and she felt his hot ejaculate suddenly erupt and splash under her chin.
She released her breasts and watched as he raised his body, gripped his dripping dick and wiped the head over one of her nipples.
He then stood and looked down at her. Grinning as he watched his spunk trickle down both sides of her neck.
She lay there, frustrated by her pent-up lust and the need for release as she watched both men use her ripped dress to wipe their dicks clean before putting the boiler suits back on and leaving.
She too used the remains of her dress to wipe her neck and between her legs.
She battled with her conscience, but it was a losing battle as she then hurried upstairs to her bedroom and retrieved 'Mr Willy' from her bedside cabinet.
She ran her tongue over the head of her big lifelike dildo, imagining it was a real dick, before lifting her knees, spreading her thighs and pushing it into her wet and eager pussy.
She closed her eyes as she used one hand to fuck her self with the dildo and the other to toy with her engorged clit.
In a very short time she was writhing on the bed as wave after wave of pleasure surged through her aroused body.
As her orgasm subsided she left the dildo buried inside her, wallowing in her thoughts of how much she had changed as she toyed with her nipples.
After a little while she started to wonder if she had in fact changed or perhaps these six guys had just liberated a side of her that had always been suppressed and hidden.
She didn't know the answer but realised that she was already looking forward to whatever they wanted her to do next.
FUCKED IN THE GRAVEYARD
The following morning, Sunday, she awoke early and prepared to go to church as usual. After breakfast she showered and then walked naked to her bedroom to dress. Just seeing her hairless pubis reminded her of the indignity of just over a week previous.
She retrieved the vibrator from its charger, squatted with he thighs open and eased it into her vagina. She stood and pulled on a clean pair of white lace trimmed panties and then put on a matching bra. She briefly lifted her arms and felt the smoothness of her armpits, remembering the weird experience of the guys using them to ejaculate.
She did her best to push all these erotic memories aside as she put on a pair of white hold-ups and a yellow knee length summer dress before setting off for the morning church service.
Like the previous Sunday she felt guilty and sinful, feeling the ever-present egg inside her as members of the church greeted her and she took her place in the choir. She sincerely hoped that Adam and his friends would not disturb her during the service because this Sunday was a special service and she would be singing a solo from the choir stalls.
Helen enjoyed the service and prayed for forgiveness for her recent behaviour.
The last hymn of the morning service was when Helen would sing a solo verse.
She stood, taking a deep breath and waited for the organ to play the introduction. She felt the eyes of the whole congregation upon her as she started to sing; her sweet melodious soprano voice filling the church.
She had always enjoyed singing and whenever she sang a solo, members of the congregation would always congratulate her on her wonderful voice afterwards. She had reached the last line of the hymn, rising to a crescendo when the vibrator suddenly throbbed inside her. Her voice faltered but then recovered as she managed to finish and then sit down.
With the vicar giving his final blessing and wishing them all well for the week ahead, Helen did her best to look calm as the vibrator pulsed on and off in short bursts inside her.
She stood up, eager to get out of the church as soon as possible. Friends and members of the congregation all thanked her for her performance as she made her way toward the exit.
As was usual, the vicar was shaking hands with each member of the congregation as they left for home.
With the vibrator still twitching and pulsing inside her Helen finally made it to the door.
"Helen that was another fine solo," said the vicar, "You had me worried for moment there at the end though. Are you OK?"
"Yes, I'm fine thank you, just a touch of indigestion."
They shook hands and the vicar bid her farewell as she hurriedly left the main church building and went next door to the church hall where there was a toilet.
She quickly entered a cubicle, closed the door and rummaged for her mobile in her handbag which had been switched to 'silent'.
Pulling it out she read the message which read,
_Take off your panties, remove the vibrator and meet me at the rear of the graveyard in five minutes._
_Adam_
__
She could hear some of the female congregation talking outside as she lifted her dress. Pulling the gusset of her panties to one side she eased out the vibrator which had now stopped, wrapped it on some toilet tissue and put it in her handbag. She then slid off her panties and put them with the vibrator.
Smoothing down her dress she took a couple of deep breaths to calm herself before opening the door to the cubicle and walking out of the church hall.
Even though nobody could possibly know that she was not wearing any panties she still felt embarrassed as various people greeted her, especially one of the older men of the church who complemented her saying, "Helen you look as lovely as ever this morning."
She thanked him and continued to walk past.
The entrance to the graveyard was around the side of the hall and much to Helen's relief she was able to enter through the old gate without anyone seeing.
As she walked toward the rear of the graveyard the conversations of the congregation that were still lingering in and around the church began to fade.
At the rear of the graveyard was a high brick wall and directly in front were the last row of ancient headstones. As she neared these headstones Adam appeared from the shadows saying, "good morning Helen."
As she approached him she looked around nervously, fearful of being seen. Adam was dressed smartly and as she stopped in front of him gazing directly into his piercing eyes he said, "You have a lovely singing voice Helen. As I watched you singing I started to get erect as I imagined you sucking my cock and could not resist the urge to summon you with the vibrator. You coped well with the sudden surprise."
As he finished speaking her gaze was briefly drawn down, causing her to gasp and once more she nervously glanced around her, trying to make sure that nobody could see as her gaze returned to his open trousers and exposed fully erect dick.
"Come closer he said and feel what I've got for you."
She took a step forward. He grabbed her hand and pulled her behind one of the large headstones. He turned her to face away from him and then moved up close behind her.
She was now facing the rear of the church and more distantly the fenced footpath where many of the congregation were still gathered.
He took her hand and pulled it behind her saying, wrap your hand around my dick as you watch your friends and church members.
She opened her hand and then wrapped her fingers around his rock-hard shaft thinking, surely he's not going to want sex here in the graveyard."
With her hand holding his dick she felt him start to move it back and forth as his hand stroked her back; slowly moving down over her buttocks as he said, "I hope that you followed my instructions."
"Yes," she replied quietly.
She felt his hand move down past her buttocks and then the hem of her dress being slowly lifted.
It was late summer and although the sun was still warm there was a cool breeze blowing which she suddenly felt on her naked buttocks as Adam raised the hem right up to her waist.
He ran his hand over each buttock, stroking and squeezing before saying, "open your legs a little Helen."
It felt wrong; they were in the church graveyard; she had just come from a church service; she could still see and hear the faint murmurings of the church congregation in the distance; she wasn't that sort of woman, or was she?
She did as he asked, shifted her feet apart and immediately felt his hand slip between her upper thighs.
Adam toyed with her labia; running his fingers in the wetness between them before slowly inserting two fingers up into her moist hole.
"Now let go of my cock Helen, bend forward and hold on to the gravestone."
She leaned forward, gripping the rough stone sides of the gravestone. The stone was quite large and as she leaned forward she was hidden from view. Adam looked down at her exposed and inviting backside before guiding his hard dick into her hot and oozing vagina. He paused with the bulbous head of his dick nestled between her parted lips as he gripped her hips with each hand; then, feeling full of lust and desire, he plunged into her causing her to gasp.
Helen struggled to stop her head repeatedly banging against the gravestone as Adam pounded into her from behind.
He had been imagining this scene all morning and his mind was now focussed on one thing and that was to satisfy his lust and cum.
Despite her fears of being caught or seen Helen felt her body starting to respond. Her nipples were sensitive and tingling as feelings of pleasure radiated from between her legs.
She started to wish that Adam would take his time, fearing he would cum too soon to satisfy her own rising lust.
She felt him increase his pace as his thrusts became increasingly stronger and forceful. By now her own arousal was being held back by her head frequently banging against the gravestone until with a final few thrusts she heard him groan loudly as she felt his semen flood her insides.
She felt both disappointed but relieved that the risk of being caught had now reduced.
Adam withdrew from her, wiped the head of his wet softening dick across her buttocks before putting it away and zipping himself up.
Helen then stood and gasped with horror as she saw the vicar approaching.
Reaching behind, she desperately pulled the hem of her dress down to cover her naked buttocks as the vicar walked up to the gravestone saying, "Hello Helen, I thought it was you I could see out here."
With her cheeks starting to blush and not sure what to say it was Adam who saved her embarrassment. Holding out his hand to the vicar he said, "nice to meet you. I'm Helen's cousin and we are trying to check some details on the gravestones for my father who is drawing up the family tree."
The vicar shook Adam's hand, unaware of Helen's vaginal juices still on his fingers and said, "anything I can help with?"
"No thanks," said Adam, "I've found what I needed today."
The vicar then turned to Helen saying, "that was a lovely solo you sang earlier. If there's nothing I can help with then I'll leave you in peace."
The vicar then briefly took both her hands in his and said, "bless you Helen, you really are a valued member of our church."
As he spoke Helen could feel Adam's semen slowly trickling down the inside of her thighs, adding to her feelings of guilt as she said, "thank you vicar."
As the vicar walked away Helen rummaged in her bag for some tissues, wiped her thighs dry and said to Adam, "that was very embarrassing."
Adam just chuckled saying, "yes, but great fun."
THE MOVIE NIGHT
The days and weeks passed by quickly with the guys making frequent visits to Helen's house. Helen regularly checked her bank balance and after a few months was pleased to see that Adam and his friend's monthly payments were rapidly reducing her overdraft.
Adam made a regular appointment for her to have her body hair waxed but without the audience of that first time.
Despite being totally at odds with her beliefs and morals, Helen started to feel a little more relaxed about the guy's visits. Some were more demanding than others but generally, the visits only lasted thirty minutes or so until they orgasmed and then left.
Late one afternoon the vibrator signalled another visit. Helen grabbed her phone and read the message which read,
_We will all be coming to your house this evening at 7pm._
_If the neighbours ask, tell them it is a church meeting._
_When we arrive, you must answer the door wearing the leather basque, black hold-ups, the micro-skirt and NO panties. Repeat, NO panties._
_Adam_
__
It was already 6pm giving Helen only an hour to get ready.
She felt the now familiar feelings of shy nervousness with a hint of excitement as she went upstairs, stripped and showered. Despite becoming more relaxed with the single visits she felt very nervous at the thought of all six men visiting. As she soaped her body in the shower she felt butterflies in her stomach as she wondered what would be expected of her in less than an hours' time.
Having showered, she dried herself and then returned to the bedroom to dress.
She retrieved the box from her wardrobe and took out the black leather basque and micro-skirt.
With a bit of wriggling and adjustment she put on the basque. She then put on the micro-skirt. Looking through her underwear drawer she pulled out a fresh pair of sheer black hold-ups and rolled them onto her legs.
Helen already felt very self-conscious as she fiddled with the hem of the ridiculously short skirt which barely concealed her buttocks.
Finally, she looked at the cheap slut staring back at her from her bedroom mirror. Her reflection was totally at odds with her normal wholesome and virtuous self-image. She felt a sudden feeling of shame as she imagined what the vicar, the congregation of the church, or, for that matter, her late husband, would think of her if they could see her now.
Her thoughts were suddenly interrupted when she heard her doorbell ring. She glanced at her clock and saw that it was already 7pm.
The butterflies in her stomach returned with a vengeance as she rushed downstairs to open the front door. As she descended the stairs she was reminded at every step how exposed she was as her ample breasts wobbled around on the quarter cup bra section of the basque.
As she reached for the door catch she panicked, realising that it might not be Adam and his friends. Opening the door slowly and keeping hidden behind it she peered around the side and saw the six men.
"Don't be shy and hide behind the door Helen," said Adam, "step out and show us how slutty you look."
She tried to glance around them and over their heads, fearful of a passer by seeing her. Satisfied that the men were blocking the view from the road she took a deep breath, summoned her courage and stepped out from behind the door.
Despite the embarrassing outfit and feeling like a cheap slut she felt flattered as the men complimented her on her figure after appraising her blatantly from head to toe.
"Please come in," she said, as she stood to one side.
She squealed a few times some of them playfully slapped her backside and others tweaked her exposed nipples as they walked past her.
She was intrigued by a large box that two of them carried in and asked, "what is that?" One of them just grinned and said, "it's a little treat for you later on."
As well as the mystery box others were carrying packs of beer.
As the last man passed her he suddenly thrust his hand between her upper thighs, pressing his fingers up against her naked labia and remarked with a chuckle, "just checking you're not wearing panties."
Once they were all inside Adam placed him arm around her shoulder and said, "Helen, tonight we're going to watch some porno movies. Have you ever watched a porno movie?"
She was immediately reminded of how naïve she must appear to these men as she replied shyly, "no."
"Never mind," he continued, "it will be part of your education.
Needless to say, Helen, the movies are very explicit and, men being men, we will all get very aroused as we watch.
Your job Helen will be to serve us beers whenever we want and then, after watching the movies, we'll all need satisfying.
Now, before we start we'll rearrange your living room a little."
Helen watched as the men moved the chairs around into a tight semi-circle in front of her large screen T.V.
One of them then unpacked the large box they had carried in.
Helen was intrigued as they pulled out what looked like a modified horse- riding saddle.
It was fixed onto a low, floor standing box with a mains electricity cable coming from it.
The guy looked around and quickly found a spare wall socket to plug the contraption into.
Adam still had his arm around her shoulder, holding her against his side as he said, "you look intrigued Helen. All will become clear in a moment when my friend here fixes on the attachment."
He slipped his hand from her shoulder and ran it down her back. She felt his fingers curl beneath the hemline of her micro-skirt and then brush between her buttocks as she watched his friend pull out a dildo from the box.
With his fingers now pushing between the tops of her thighs Adam called to his friend, "bring it here and show Helen before you attach it to the saddle."
The others were all watching as Adam's friend wandered across with the dildo and handed it to Helen.
Despite her revealing attire and history with these men she still blushed as she held the rubber dick in her hand.
It was very life-like with a pronounced ridge under a realistic looking head. It even had a pee hole.
"It's quite realistic Helen isn't it?" said Adam.
She nodded silently as he continued, "now go and help my friend here attach it to the saddle and you'll see how it works."
As he finished speaking she suppressed a gasp as his fingers briefly pressed between her labia.
Still holding the dildo, she walked over to the saddle with Adam's friend.
Now much closer to the saddle she could see a hole in the centre and watched as he took the dildo from her and fitted into the hole.
By now all six men were gathered round as Adam said to his friend, "show Helen how it works."
The friend picked up a remote control and pressed a button. The men all cheered as the life like dildo started to move slowly up and down.
Helen cringed as the realisation of what she would be expected to do hit her.
"This is your personal cock Helen. During the movie you will sit astride the saddle and it will fuck you while we all watch the porno," said Adam. "Now show us how skilled you have become by sucking it."
Helen looked at the saddle and then glanced at the eager faces of the six men who were all grinning.
She thought of the vicar, the church congregation and her friends at the women's institute, wondering how shocked they would all be to see her dressed like a slut amongst a group of men and about to humiliate herself by sucking a rubber penis.
She then reminded herself of the how her bank balance was improving month by month as she squatted down beside the saddle.
Briefly glancing at their eager faces, she lowered her head down toward the rubber penis. It was still moving slowly up and down as she placed her mouth over the head.
She felt foolish as she did her best suck this artificial penis, feeling the ridged head sliding back and forth between her lips and over her tongue.
She heard Adam say to his friend, "make it cum in her mouth."
The guy with the remote controller pressed a button and Helen immediately felt a spurt of warm salty fluid suddenly fill her mouth.
The men were all laughing as Adam called out, "Swallow it all Helen, it's only salt water."
She gulped down the fluid and then lifted her head, releasing the rubber dick from her mouth.
The saddle was located on the floor halfway between the T.V. and the semicircle of chairs.
The man with the remote pressed a button and the rubber penis stopped at its highest point.
Other than Adam the other five men had sat down. Adam then said, "Helen, stand astride the saddle."
She did as he asked, facing the centre of the room with the men to her left and the T.V. to her right.
Adam then handed her a small tube of lube saying, "hold out your hand."
He then squeezed out a large blob of lube into her hand saying, "Now bend forward and spread it over your personal cock."
As she bent forward it felt as though her already exposed breasts would completely tumble out of the leather basque.
At the same time Adam reminded her how exposed her lower body was as she felt his hand thrust between her thighs and caress her moistening pussy.
Acutely aware of the men all staring at her, she smeared the lube all over the rubber penis from the head to the base.
Despite the humiliation or, as she was starting to realise, because of it, she felt herself getting more and more aroused. Wiping the last of the lube across the mushroom head of the penis she felt Adam slip two fingers up into her wetness, causing her to gasp as he announced, "guys, our slut is already wet."
He then withdrew his fingers and gave her buttocks a playful slap as he said, "now lower yourself onto the rubber cock Helen."
She re-positioned herself, glancing nervously towards the men as she lowered herself down. She paused as she felt the lube covered head brush between her labia, reached between her legs and then held it in place as she tentatively lowered herself further. The room was now totally silent as she felt her labia parting and spreading over the head of the dildo.
Feeling the first inch or so slip inside her she then lowered herself completely, feeling it penetrate her fully as she felt her naked buttocks settle onto the leather and the saddle take her full weight. As she settled onto the saddle she also felt a soft rubber pad that she had previously not noticed come into contact with her clitoris.
Adam then turned on the T.V. and inserted the DVD he had brought with him into the player beneath it.
He handed out a beer to each of the men and then pressed the play button for the DVD.
For the first time since their arrival, Helen realised that the men's attention had been drawn away from her slutty outfit and exposed breasts. She turned her head to watch the T.V. as the title, 'Housewife's Bukkake' appeared. She had no idea what bukkake meant but was fascinated by the attractive fully clothed woman who appeared in the opening scene surrounded by a large group of naked men. She felt she could relate to the actress in the video as the camera panned slowly from man to man showing they were all fully aroused and erect.
As she watched she heard Adam whisper to his friend, "start the cock."
After a short pause she suppressed a gasp as the rubber penis slowly withdrew until she could feel just the large head in her vagina. It then moved back up inside her and continued to slowly thrust in and out.
Being impaled and fucked by a rubber penis amongst a group of men watching a porno video felt kind of surreal as Helen watched two of the men in the video stripping the woman naked. The men then took turns to grope and penetrate her.
As she watched she felt the speed of the rubber penis start to increase. Much to her surprise it felt good; especially as the hard ridge beneath the rubber head relentlessly stimulated her G spot with each stroke and the soft rubber pad gently vibrated against her clit.
She started to imagine it was her in the video. Her having her breasts teased and groped by all the men. Her having one dick after another pushed into her.
The thrusting rubber penis increased speed again and she found herself rocking her hips back and forth on the saddle; feeling herself surrendering to the deep unyielding thrusts of the dildo.
She watched the screen and saw that the woman was now kneeling on the floor. One by one the men approached her. Pushing the heads of their dicks into her mouth and masturbating before pulling out and ejaculating all over the woman's face.
The speed of the rubber dick increased again. She no longer cared how she looked or that the men were all there. With her nipples tingling with desire she thrust her hips harder and harder against the thrusting dildo until, with a loud moan of ecstasy she started to cum. She closed her eyes, oblivious to everything except the wave after wave of pleasure that wracked her body.
As she reached her peak she felt a sudden gush of warm liquid deep in her vagina followed by the sound of the men chuckling.
The sound of their chuckling was very close and as she opened her eyes she saw the six of them all standing in front of her. Their trousers were unfastened, and each was holding and toying with his erect dick.
At that instant she knew what was expected of her. The first one moved close and pressed the head of his penis against her mouth. "Suck it Helen," he said, as he pushed it into her mouth.
He used his hand to bring himself to an orgasm, pulling out at the last moment and ejaculating onto her face. As he moved away, he wiped it in her hair as the next one pushed his dick into her mouth.
Each of them had their turn. Some ejaculating onto her face whilst others moved back a little, allowing their sperm to splash down onto her breasts.
All of them used her hair to wipe the last drops of sperm from their dicks and by the time the last one had finished Helen's face and the tops of her breasts were covered in sperm.
All the while the rubber penis had been relentlessly pounding in and out of her and, with spunk dripping from her chin and breasts Helen convulsed with a second orgasm before falling forward, exhausted on the saddle.
They let her recover for a moment before one of them helped her to stand. The saddle and dildo were then dismantled, packed back in its box and carried out.
Adam was the only one left. He helped her clear up before saying, "I always suspected you would be the perfect slut Helen."
He then said, "good night," and left.
HUMILIATED IN THE DEPARTMENT STORE
The single visits continued sometimes for a quick blow job other times for intercourse. Although she would always deny it, Helen was starting to enjoy the random nature of her sexual encounters but was always nervous about the more bizarre ones.
About six weeks or so after her bukkake night the vibrator buzzed one morning. She checked her phone and read the following message, which read,
_Remove the Bluetooth vibrator and bring it, together with the charger, original box and your Mr Willy dildo to the Jones and Sons store in the town high street at eleven this morning._
_Wear a blouse and skirt, hold-ups and your normal day to day bra and panties._
_When you enter the shop make your way to the lingerie section which is located at the rear on the right-hand side._
__
She was puzzled by the request but knew she must follow the instructions. Having removed the vibrator, she wiped it clean and re-packed it, together with the charger into the box it had came in. Despite her initial reluctance she had come to enjoy the feeling of inserting the egg-shaped vibrator into her vagina each morning, not knowing when or where she would be when it next vibrated. Now, having read the message, she wondered if they wanted to take it away from her.
She put the box into her bag together with her Mr Willy dildo. Why did they want her to take her dildo? She thought as she changed her clothes.
She wore a black, knee length skirt and white blouse over a matching white lace bra and panties together with sheer black hold-ups.
Checking her watch, she saw she had just enough time to get to the store by eleven.
The journey to the high street was trouble free and she arrived just before eleven. With a feeling of trepidation spiced with tinge of excitement she entered the store and made her way to the lingerie section at the rear of the store.
The store was quiet with just a few customers as Helen started to look around. She checked out some of the underwear but then her eyes were drawn to a discrete display with a sign above saying, 'For Your Pleasure.'
The first thing she spotted was a remote-controlled Bluetooth vibrator, the same as hers. Next to that was a dildo; again, the same as hers. She then spotted something labelled, 'Love Balls'. Curious, she picked them up and read the description saying that they were vaginal exercise balls to strengthen and tighten vaginal muscles.
Placing them back on the shelf she felt the need to urinate and was annoyed with herself for not going before she rushed out of the house earlier. She looked around and saw a sign for the ladies' toilets next to the lingerie section. She quickly walked to the toilets, relieved herself and was soon back browsing the various items in the lingerie section.
Unbeknown to her, the store's chief security officer together with his young trainee were watching her via one of the store's video cameras on the screen in their office at the rear of the store.
The trainee had only recently started work there having failed university and desperate for a job. He and the chief John, hit it off from day one and would often spend hours following attractive women customers around the store and via the video cameras.
Today was no exception and as they watched Helen John said to the trainee Mick, "not bad eh. Nice looking tits."
Mick nodded his head in agreement unaware that a fantasy of his was about to come true. That morning the store owner; one of Adam's friends, took John to one side and said, "I've got a little treat lined up for you and Mick this morning. At around eleven, an attractive blond with impressive tits will enter the store and go directly to the lingerie section. Let her browse for a little wile and then go down and accuse her of shoplifting. She will object and deny it but insist that she goes back to the office with you. I guess she will then ask to see the manager. When she does, give me a call and I'll take it from there. OK?"
Over the years John had taken advantage of female shoplifters by telling them he would not call the police if they agreed to a strip search in the office. It was a risky thing to do and he had only done it when he had been convinced that the woman would accept and not complain afterwards.
John now looked at Helen on the screen. His eyes appraising her figure as he wondered what his boss had in mind.
He turned to Mick and said, "Did you just see that?"
"What?" said Mick.
"That woman just put a couple of those sex toys into her bag."
"I must have missed it," said Mick.
"Too busy gazing at her tits I suppose," said John.
Mick laughed as John continued, "go and apprehend her and bring her up here. If she protests her innocence insist that we've got it recorded on video."
Mick felt a little nervous as he hurried out to the retail floor, never having apprehended a suspect before.
He walked up to Helen, trying not to stare at her breasts and said, "madam, we've reason to believe that you have stolen some items. Please come with me and we'll sort it out in the security office."
"I haven't stolen anything!" she protested. "How dare you accuse me. Fetch the manager."
Mick kept his cool as he replied, "Come to the office and I'll fetch the manager. I'm sure this can then be resolved quickly."
Helen never suspected that this was part of why she had been told to come to the shop. She worried that this ridiculous accusation would delay or jeopardise the real reason for her being there.
Desperate to resolve it quickly she reluctantly followed Mick out through a rear door and up into the security office.
As they entered the office John said, "madam, I'm sure this won't take long. Please stand by the table over there and put you bag on the top."
She did as he asked but then said indignantly, "now fetch the manager."
As John picked up the phone and made a call Helen was doing her best to remain calm. Taking deep breaths which were causing her breasts to rise and fall. Adding to her indignity, she saw that the young security guy was openly gazing at her chest.
She turned as the door opened and immediately recognised one of Adam's friends as he said, "good morning madam, I am the owner and manager of the store."
Helen stood in stunned silence as John said, "sir, after watching her for some time we've reason to believe that this woman has stolen some goods from the lingerie section."
The boss glanced toward Helen, briefly grinning as he said to John. "I'll stay while you follow our usual procedure."
John then looked at Helen and said, "please empty the contents of your bag onto the table."
With some doubt as to whether this was real, or some perverted role play by Adam's friend she protested, "but there are things in there that are mine. I haven't stolen anything."
"Just empty the bag please," said John.
Reluctantly she emptied the contents of her bag onto the table, cringing with embarrassment as Mr Willy and the Bluetooth vibrator fell out.
John walked over to the table and said, "just as I thought. You have just stolen these items from our display in the lingerie section."
The truth of the way in which she had been set up hit her immediately, but she still felt unsure as to what would be expected of her.
John looked her in the eyes and said, "what is your name?"
"Daniels, Mrs Helen Daniels."
"Well Mrs Daniels, you now have a choice. We can either call the police who no doubt will be very amused by what you have in your bag or we can keep this between us here in the office."
The local police sergeant was a member of Helen's church and the thought of him knowing that she possessed these sex toys filled her with shame.
She looked directly at the owner as she said, "can we keep it here please. I don't want the police involved.
She a large grin spread across his face as he said to John, "I'll stay and watch. You know what to do. Perhaps it can be part of young Mick's training."
Helen looked at John and Mick; both openly checking her out as John said, "Having already discovered stolen goods in your bag we now need to search you."
He then said to Mick, "here's your chance to put into practice what you have previously been taught and observed. I'll guide you if need be, but you can start now."
Mick walked over to Helen. She could see the smirk on his face as he said, "Mrs Daniels, please face the wall. Place your feet apart and your hands above your head and placed against the wall."
She reluctantly turned around and did as he asked. She had become accustomed to Adam's friends doing as they wished with her but now she knew she would be expected to submit to whatever John and Mick had in mind whilst Adam's friend watched.
Her whole body felt tense as Mick stood close behind her; so close she could feel his breath on her neck as he placed his hands loosely around each wrist and then ran them down each arm to her armpits. She felt his fingers press into her armpits before slowly running down her sides to her hips. Pausing for a moment he then ran his hands down over her hips and the outside of her legs until he reached her ankles.
Mick paused with his hands around each nylon clad ankle. For the moment he felt uncertain about what he knew he wanted to do until Adam's friend said, "check under her skirt Mick."
Helen tensed some more as she felt Mick start to run one of his hands up past her knee.
Mick could feel himself getting very aroused as his hand slid higher and higher over the sheer nylon of her hold-ups.
His heart skipped a beat as he reached the soft bare flesh of her thighs at the top of her hold-ups and he paused again until Adam's friend said, "Don't forget to check her crotch. That is always where they think you won't check."
Mick didn't need to be told again as he ran his hand up over the inside of her soft silky thighs until the side of his hand pressed up against the gusset of her panties.
He held his hand there and said, "open your legs wider Mrs Daniels."
Helen cringed with shame as this young man, not long out of high school was about to touch her so intimately. Reluctantly she shifted her feet further apart and then suddenly took a deep breath as Mick shifted his hand and gripped her fleshy labia through the gusset of her panties. Trying to remain calm she stood perfectly still as he then prodded and poked around between her legs.
This seemed to go on forever until she felt him remove his hand from between her legs and stand close again before placing both hands on her hips. He squeezed the soft flesh on her hips and then moved his hands round to the front and onto her belly. He was so close that she was sure she could feel the bulge of his penis pressing lightly against her back as his hands roamed slowly up over her belly and then onto her breasts. His fingers dug and prodded all over her breasts until he pulled away and said, "Turn around Helen and take off your blouse and skirt."
"But you have just searched me!" she protested.
She could see the lecherous grin on Mick's face and the smirk on the chief security officer's face as the Adam's friend, the store owner said, "Mrs Daniels, that was just a quick check. My security people tell me that as they watched you handling some sex toys you made a visit to the toilets. We have learned over the years that female shoplifters often hide small items within intimate parts of their anatomy. To be certain that you haven't stolen anything we need to conduct an intimate search; so please do as Mick asks and remove your blouse and skirt."
Helen had already become accustomed, to submitting to Adam's friends as part of the financial agreement but now she was expected to submit to this young guy Mick and his lecherous boss John.
She glanced at the three of them and pleaded, "surely you don't all have to be here?"
"Probably not," said John, "but Mick must gain experience somewhere, I have to make sure he does a good job and my boss here needs to be happy that we have treated you correctly. If you prefer we can still call the police and show them what we have found so far in your handbag."
She knew this was all a setup for Adam's friend's enjoyment and felt nervous about what might yet happen with the three of them. She doubted they would call the police as it was all a setup but the very real threat of her sex toys becoming common knowledge at the local police station filled her with dread.
She looked around the office, at the three men and then, without saying a word started to unfasten her blouse.
As she took it off and felt them gazing at her well filled bra Adam's friend said, "you've made the right decision."
With her blouse now laying on the table next to her handbag and its contents, she unfastened the skirt, slipped it down over her hips and placed it with her blouse.
"Now straighten your hold-ups Mrs Daniels," said John.
Helen pulled at reinforced tops of the hold-ups ensuring that the sheer nylon on each leg was wrinkle free.
She felt awkward and embarrassed as Mick and John openly checked her out from head to toe.
She caught Mick's gaze as he said, "now remove your bra Mrs Daniels."
She felt her breasts fall a little, resting on her rib cage as she reluctantly unfasted her bra. She paused for a moment, trying to find the courage to expose her breasts. Taking a deep breath, she eased the straps from her shoulders and pulled the cups free.
"Now place your hands on your head Mrs Daniels," said Mick.
She did as he asked, feeling very self-conscious at showing her breasts like this.
With John and Adam's friend openly gazing at her naked breasts Mick walked round behind her.
The chief of security, John, then said, "Mick, where is the most popular place that ample breasted women hide small items?"
"Under their breasts Chief."
"Well done Mick. Now check under each one."
With the older men watching Mick reached his hand round and lifted Helen's left breast up, sliding his hand down underneath to the crease where it met her ribcage. He then repeated the same thing with the other breast.
"Remind me what you are going to check next Mick," said John.
"I'm going to thoroughly check for any obvious objects hidden inside her panties."
"Well done Mick. Go ahead."
Still standing behind her he said, "Move your feet apart Mrs Daniels."
Helen shifted her feet about a foot apart.
"Further apart Mrs Daniels I need to have clear access to your crotch."
Helen reluctantly shifted her feet until they were a good two feet apart. Maybe it was because he was a lot younger than her or perhaps it was because the other two were watching but the thought of having Mick groping her crotch for the second time made her feel very embarrassed. Another reason was that since he put his hand up under her skirt the first time and despite the embarrassing situation, she could feel that her gusset was soaked through.
She flinched as she felt Mick place a hand on each buttock. He then squeezed and groped each one from the outside of her panties.
She felt his hands move up to the waist-band and then tensed her buttocks as she felt one of them slide down inside. Now he groped her naked flesh; squeezing each buttock in turn and then, much to her dismay she felt his fingers press between them. "Bend forward Mrs Daniels," he said.
She did as he asked, aware of John and his boss gaping at her naked breasts which were now hanging down as Mick ran his fingers from the base of her spine, slowly down between her buttocks. She tensed as the tip of one finger briefly touched her anus but almost as soon as she felt it, it was gone as he withdrew his hand from inside her panties.
"Stand up straight Mrs Daniels but keep your feet apart," said Mick.
Helen raised her head and stood straight as Mick's hand snaked around her waist and rested on the gentle bulge of her pubis.
She tried her best to ignore the other two men eagerly watching Mick's hand as he traced over the front of her panties with his fingers and then delved between her legs to her sodden gusset. She felt him press the moist fabric up between her labia and then blushed furiously as he announced, "she's very wet. Is that normal?"
John chuckled as he replied, "it happens sometimes and will help make the final search easier."
Any doubts that she might have had about how far this search might go were now gone as Mick removed his hand from her crotch and said, "Take off your panties Mrs Daniels."
"She glanced toward Adam's friend and pleaded, "please don't let him do this. I'll do anything---------------" she was immediately interrupted as he laughed and said, "you'll do whatever we want regardless. Now take off your panties."
Resigned to her fate she hooked her thumbs into her panties and slid them down over her thighs. As she kicked them off Mick took them and held them up with the wet patch clearly visible as he said, "there's nothing hidden in here."
Now totally naked except for the sheer black hold-ups, Helen waited for the next ordeal.
As she waited John opened one of the desk drawers and took out a box. As he placed it on the desk Helen's eyes were drawn to the large text that read, 'LATEX GLOVES. MEDICAL USE APPROVED.'
"You'll be needing these Mick," he said, unable to disguise the excitement in his voice, "and this; as he retrieved a tube of KY from the same drawer.
As Helen stood naked and feeling vulnerable Mick slowly walked round her; his eyes appraising every inch of her before saying, "Climb up onto the table Helen."
John quickly pushed her clothes and belongings to one side before grabbing a cushion from his office chair and passing it to Mick.
She felt awkward, unsure what to do until Mick placed the cushion on the table saying, climb up and kneel on the cushion Mrs Daniels, facing the wall.
As she placed her knees on the cushion Mick added, "now lean forward until your chin is resting on the table top.
It felt very uncomfortable as she lowered her head down until her chin and breasts were resting on the hard surface.
"That's good, now shift your knees apart and raise your back side."
As she tentatively started to raise her backside she felt Mick thrust his hand between her legs and pull her backside up high.
"Now shift your knees apart so that I have good access," said Mick.
She felt totally exposed and humiliated as she glanced back and saw all three gazing at her crudely exposed genitalia.
To make it even worse she heard the 'snap' of latex as Mick pulled a surgical glove onto each hand.
Mick felt as though he was in an erotic dream as he gazed at Helen kneeling naked and revealingly on the table. He had heard tales from John about abusing female shop lifters but never really believed them. Now, the woman they had both spotted earlier with the impressive breasts was kneeling naked and exposed, ready to submit to Adam's intimate search. Having already groped her breasts and crotch his dick was painfully hard as he moved closer to her and contemplated what he was about to do.
He picked up the tube of KY and squeezed out a generous amount onto the fingers of his gloved right hand.
He gazed at her exposed and hair free labia which were slightly parted and glistening with her juices.
Moving closer still he pressed the tips of his KY coated fingers between her pussy lips.
Helen let out a soft moan; a mixture of shame and arousal as Mick's fingers touched her so intimately.
He then pushed a finger inside her, probing and swirling it as he said, "I'm just checking that nothing has been secreted here."
"I'm not a thief," she said indignantly and then gasped with surprise as Mick eased to more fingers into her wetness.
Mick glanced back at John and the owner as if to get their approval. John immediately mouthed to him, "open her wide and let us see."
Helen felt Mick moved to one side of her and then felt him use both hands as he pulled her labia wide open, much to the delight of the other two men.
She then cringed as John said, "hold her open Mick while I fetch a torch and we'll check inside."
Helen heard the desk drawer being open and closed and then glanced back to see John approaching her rear end with a torch in his hand.
Mick was loving every moment as he pulled her labia as wide apart as he could and watched John shine the torch into her wet and gaping vagina.
After probing and fingering her some more Mick said, "Nearly finished now Mrs Daniels, just your butt to check now."
"Please don't," she pleaded, but knew it was in vain as she felt a blob of cool KY drop onto her anus as Mick said, "we must be thorough Mrs Daniels, it would be quite simple for you to have secreted something in your backside when you visited the toilets. Now, just try to relax."
Mick looked at the erotic view in front him. Helen's pussy, glistening and gaping and then the tight looking ring of her anus above it.
He pressed a finger into the blob of KY causing Helen to tense her sphincter as she felt his finger pushing into her.
Mick was enjoying every moment as he teased her anus, moving the tip of his finger in small circles just inside her tight hole.
"Just relax," he encouraged her and then pushed the finger all the way up into her rectum.
He could feel her sphincter gripping his finger and smirked as she groaned softly.
He started to swirl his finger around, feeling the tightness but also sensing her sphincter slowly relaxing.
Helen tried her best to relax, remembering that this was not the first time her smallest of holes had been penetrated.
She felt his finger start to withdraw and relaxed even further until, as his finger tip was about to slip from her he suddenly added a second and thrust both straight back into her rectum causing her to gasp loudly.
Having toyed with her for a while, Mick pulled his fingers from her and said, "You can relax now, it would seem that you only took the dildo and Bluetooth vibrator."
She lowered her backside and started to get down from the table when John went over to the table, picked up Mr Willy and said, "Stay on the table Mrs Daniels."
Helen stayed where she was. Her backside was no longer thrust up obscenely, but she was still kneeling as John said, "Mrs Daniels, we all noticed how wet you are and so it would be a shame not to let you experience this life like dildo right now in the office here.
She was already pleading, "no, please," as she felt the bulbous head of Mr Willy being pressed between her wet lips.
"How can I feel so aroused in such a humiliating situation?" she thought.
With her breasts still pressed against the table top and her nipples erect and tingling, Mick took the dildo from John and slowly eased the whole length up into her vagina.
The men grinned as Helen gave out a prolonged sigh. Mick paused briefly and then proceeded to fuck her with the dildo. Helen heard the wet squelching noises, but no longer cared as Mr Willy was relentlessly thrust in and out of her vagina between her engorged labia.
She started to pant and breathe heavily, and Mick matched his thrusts with her breathing.
No longer feeling shame or embarrassment Helen's mind was focussed on one thing; the rapidly growing feelings of total pleasure that were building inside her.
She started to thrust her hips, pushing back to meet each inward thrust of the dildo. Her heavy breaths were rapidly changing to sighs of pleasure, building in both volume and pitch until, with her whole body starting to tremble, her screams filled the room as she reached her climax.
Still in a state of euphoria, Mick lifted her off the table and pushed her down into a kneeling position.
With the dildo still embedded inside her, he quickly unzipped himself, pulled out his aching erection and thrust it into her mouth. Nothing was said, and she didn't protest as he held her head and fucked her mouth. He knew he would not last long and as he rapidly built toward his orgasm he wondered, but didn't care, how she might react to a mouthful of his cum.
Gripping her head tightly he thrust urgently into her mouth until, with her lips crashing against his pubic hair, he ejaculated into her throat. To his surprise and delight he felt her swallowing every drop.
As she swallowed the last few drops he wondered how John and the boss would react to him suddenly using her like he had.
Any doubts were dispelled when he pulled his dick from Helen's mouth and John immediately took his place.
Mick then picked up Helen's panties and wiped his dick on the gusset. The boss, Adam's friend, caught his eye and grinned wildly before taking over from John who had just filled Helen's mouth with a second load.
Both John and Mick felt confident that there would be no repercussions from their boss as they watched him take his turn in her mouth. Mick was amazed at how Helen was able to take the whole length of his boss's dick in her mouth without choking. Finally, as he and John watched, their boss suddenly pulled out from her mouth, grabbed the shaft of his impressive looking dick and ejaculated all over her face. He too picked up her panties to wipe his dick on before passing them to her saying, "here, use these to clean your face."
He then left the office.
Helen slowly raised her self up from the floor and, reaching between her legs, eased out Mr Willy from her vagina.
She looked at Mick and John, feeling ashamed and embarrassed.
John then said, "come on Mick, let's leave Mrs Daniels to clean her self and get dressed in private. When your ready, Mrs Daniels, you are free to go.
She said nothing as they both left the office.
She started to dress but, having seen her panties being used to wipe their dicks and then the semen from her face, she decided not to wear them. She retrieved some tissues from her bag, wrapped Mr Willy and her soiled panties with some and placed them, together with the Bluetooth vibrator in her bag.
Despite her ordeal she felt ashamed at the undeniable thrill she felt as she walked back through the centre of town with the taste of spunk in her mouth and minus her panties. She passed people she knew, exchanging polite greetings with them as the cool summer breeze wafted up under her skirt and between her legs acting as a constant reminder of how exposed and debauched she had been earlier in the security office.
TIED, BLINDFOLDED AND ABUSED.
Once back home she emptied her handbag. She thoroughly washed Mr Willy and the Bluetooth vibrator before going up to her bedroom, re-inserting the Bluetooth vibrator into her vagina, putting on some clean panties and putting Mr Willy back in the bedside cabinet.
It had been almost a year now since agreeing to Adam's suggestion. Despite her shame at having to accept such a degrading proposition from Adam she was starting to feel like it had been worth it.
Her overdraft was all but gone and a few months back she had found a job working from home which paid quite well.
She realised that her arrangement with Adam and his friends would be over in less than a week and she could make a fresh start.
She sat down with a cup of coffee trying to clear her mind and think of the future. Her house was now secure and her money troubles all but gone. The remaining issue was something that she had trouble admitting to herself but as she sipped her coffee she could not shake off a deep and yearning desire to be fucked.
It shocked her to admit it after the humiliation of being strip searched in the security office that morning and having an orgasm while the three guys watched she still yearned to be taken; to feel a man penetrate her properly.
Feeling bolder that usual she suddenly had an idea.
She picked up her phone and opened the Bluetooth vibrator App.
There in the menu were Adam and his friend's group contact details.
Not sure if it was part of Adam's agreement or not, but knowing it could be her last chance, she keyed in a message which read:
_Please come to my house this evening at seven. I will be willing and waiting._
_Helen._
She stared at the message for a few minutes, hesitating as to whether she should send it.
Finally, taking a deep breath, she hit the 'send' icon.
She then sat back in her chair and finished her coffee.
As the next few hours passed by and already regretting sending the message, she felt the vibrator start to buzz inside her. She picked up her phone and saw a message from Adam which read,
_"Helen, our agreement is that you are always ready and willing whenever we decide. You do not have the option of choosing when or where you are to be used._
_We were already planning your next and possibly your last meeting with us which will not be at your house._
_Your instructions are to meet us at Sharon's Beauty Parlour at 9pm tomorrow. You will wear the leather basque, micro skirt, NO PANTIES, black hold-ups, heels and a blouse to cover your top. You will not wear any additional clothing._
_In addition, your hair must be in a ponytail and you will wear more makeup than you usually do; black eyeliner and red lipstick._
_You can leave the Bluetooth vibrator at home._
_Adam_
Having read Adam's reply Helen felt disappointed. She also felt embarrassed by the way her morals had changed over the past year. She knew that her friends and the congregation at her church would not recognise what she had become. They would probably despise her if they knew how much she had yearned for Adam's friends to come to her house tonight, to use and abuse her for their pleasure.
Her thoughts then returned to the second part of Adam's reply; the clear instructions of what she must wear. Just the thought of going out, dressed like that, made her feel embarrassed.
That night she found it difficult to sleep until she finally gave in to her urges and brought herself to a shuddering climax using her fingers.
The following day she visited the town centre in the morning, seeking out somewhere to park her car in the evening so that it was only a short walk to the beauty parlour. She found somewhere suitable but still cringed at the thought of walking the few hundred yards wearing what Adam had insisted on.
Before going back home she dropped into a local shop and bought a bright red lipstick and some black eyeliner; neither of which she had at home.
The day passed slowly but finally, evening came, and Helen prepared to get ready.
After the first waxing session at the beauty parlour Helen had returned regularly to Sharon's beauty parlour for repeat waxing sessions. Tonight, as she showered, she ran her hand down over her smooth pubis which had been waxed a few days before. She squatted in the shower and ran a finger between legs and touched her anus, briefly pushing her soapy finger an inch or so inside, feeling the tightness and knowing that later she would almost certainly be expected to accommodate an erect penis in this most intimate and private orifice.
She finished her shower and then returned to her bedroom to get dressed. She'd already laid out the basque, skirt and sheer black hold-ups on the bed.
As she picked up the basque she said to herself, "dress like a slut, act like a slut." She put it on, enjoying the way in which the soft leather held her firmly around her belly and waist. Adjusting the quarter cups snuggly under her full breasts she still found it embarrassing that the cups merely held her breasts up, leaving her nipples completely exposed. Once more she repeated, "dress like a slut, act like a slut."
She rolled each of the sheer black hold-ups onto her legs and then put on the ridiculously short skirt.
She then slipped on a blouse to cover her exposed nipples. Glancing in her mirror she started to worry seeing the outline of her nipples was still visible. She thought about the few hundred yards she would have to walk once she had parked her car and decided it would be dark enough for nobody to notice. Her bigger fear was the lack of panties, but the thought returned, "dress like a slut, act like a slut."
She spent the next ten minutes or so applying the black eye liner, dark mascara and red lipstick. Finally, she brushed her hair back and used an old scrunchy she found in her drawer to tie her hair into a pony tail.
She took one more glance in the mirror; hardly recognising the over made up slut staring back at her; "dress like a slut, act like a slut," she repeated to herself.
She then picked up a pair of four-inch healed shoes she had kept since attending a wedding the previous year and a pair of flats for driving before leaving the house and walking to her car.
As she approached the parking area just off the high street Helen felt very nervous about being seen but felt some relief because it was dark.
She changed out of her flats into the heels, checked herself in the rear-view mirror then, taking a deep breath, got out and headed for the beauty parlour. The few hundred yards felt like miles as she teetered along on the four-inch heels, her breasts moving freely under her blouse and the cool evening air wafting between her legs with each step reminding her, if she needed it, that she was not wearing any panties and the pale tops of her thighs clearly visible above the tops of her hold-ups.
She could see the beauty parlour not far along the street, but it felt like it was taking an eternity to reach it.
A group of young guys walked by and wolf whistled. One of them turned and said, "nice tits darlin' how much for a blow job?"
Helen did her best to ignore them and kept walking as one of the others shouted, "How much for a fuck round the back?"
She kept walking and the guys continued on their way, laughing and joking amongst themselves.
Finally, she reached the beauty parlour. The entrance was set back from the pavement giving her some cover from being seen.
She paused in the shelter of the shop entrance and, peering through into the dimly lit interior, she rang the doorbell and waited. She was startled as deep voice behind her asked, "how much for a quickie darling."
Helen was relieved to see Sharon, who she had come to know quite well during her waxing sessions, approaching the door and turned her head toward the man and said, "I'm not for hire."
"Pity," said the man, "I'd pay good money to have you."
As she unlocked and opened the door Sharon looked her up and down and in a disdainful tone said, "welcome back. I see you are dressed for the part this time." She then looked over at the man and said, "hi Jack, I wasn't expecting you until later. Come in, both of you."
As Helen entered she glanced at the man called Jack. He was probably old enough to be her father but looked well built and toned. He gave her a grin as he opened a door to a side room, briefly looked her up and down and said, "Maybe I'll see you later on."
Helen wondered who he was, and her curiosity was soon answered as Sharon said, "Oh, by the way, that's the owner of this place. He said he might pop in this evening."
She followed Sharon toward the back room feeling anxious about what Adam and his friends would expect of her this time but also fearful of the owner, Jack, and why he was here.
She realised they were going to the same room as last time. Once inside, Helen looked around and saw that the gyno table had been moved over to a corner. In the centre of the room she saw a rope hanging down from the ceiling via a pulley as Sharon said, "go and stand under the rope and I'll get you prepared."
Helen walked nervously to the centre of the room. Sharon went to a wall cupboard and returned with a box.
"Take off your blouse and skirt then put your hands together and hold them out in front of you," said Sharon as she rummaged in the box and pulled out some handcuffs.
Helen did as she was asked, feeling self-conscious as she first revealed her exposed breasts and that she wasn't wearing any panties. She then winced as Sharon quickly snapped the cuffs onto each wrist.
Sharon continued, "Now shift your feet apart until each foot is next to one of the rings on the floor."
Helen looked down at the floor and saw two large steel rings about three feet apart.
She looked pleadingly at Sharon saying, "do I have to?"
"Just do as you're told. I have explicit instructions from Adam as to how he wants you this evening."
Helen reluctantly shifted her feet apart to each of the steel rings. She had trouble keeping her balance with her legs spread so wide as Sharon quickly tied each ankle with a length of rope to each of the rings.
With her ankles firmly secured Sharon moved to the side of the room and pulled on the rope forcing Helen's cuffed hands up above her head. With her arms fully raised Sharon tied off the rope around a cleat on the wall.
With her arms now straight above her head it made her generous breasts even more prominent.
She watched as Sharon reached into the box and retrieved a couple of small metal objects.
"Do you know what these are?" she said with a smirk on her face.
"No."
"They're nipple clamps."
Helen watched helplessly as Sharon briefly pinched each of her nipples causing them to stiffen and swell before attaching a clamp to each. She winced and cried, "ouch!" as Sharon tightened each of the clamps just sufficiently to pinch them securely in the cold metal.
The initial pain quickly subsided as the blood flow reduced and her nipples went partially numb.
Still gazing down at her cruelly clamped nipples Helen's gaze shifted to Sharon again who had retrieved another item from the box.
She held it up for Helen to see and asked, "do you know what this is?"
Helen studied the object which looked like a tulip or conical shaped rubber moulding with a short stem protruding from beneath the largest part connected to a smooth rounded rectangular piece about two inches by one which had a large ring attached to it.
Helen had an idea what it might be and just replied, "no."
Sharon chuckled as she replied, "it's a butt-plug."
She was still chuckling as she lay the butt-plug in Helen's cleavage and reached into the box to retrieve a tube of KY. Seeing Helen's nervous gaze fix onto the KY Sharon said, yes, you've got it, I'm going to put the plug in your arsehole."
Knowing that before long the six guys would be doing as they pleased with her was nerve-racking enough, but Helen found it both demeaning and extremely embarrassing as Sharon squeezed out a large blob of KY onto her finger, moved round behind her, spread it between her buttocks and then directly onto her anus.
Just feeling Sharon's finger touch her anus made her clench her buttocks. Sharon then started to push her finger into Helen's bottom. "Just try to relax," said Sharon as with one final push she had the whole finger up inside.
Satisfied that there was now enough KY in Helen's rectum she slid her finger out, reached around Helen to retrieve the plug from her cleavage, coated it with a liberal amount of KY and then said, "just relax and I'll get this inside you."
Being unable to move Helen felt completely at Sharon's mercy as she felt her buttocks being parted and the small end of the plug pushed into the tight ring of her anus.
Remembering when she lost her anal virginity to the guy in her kitchen, Helen knew that despite the situation and her fear of this intrusion into her rectum her best option was to do her best to relax her backside.
Sharon was enjoying her task as she watched the first inch or so of the bung start to stretch open Helen's anus.
She kept up her relentless inward pressure watching with satisfaction as the plug forced Helen's anus to stretch further and further.
Helen was trying her hardest to accommodate it until, with not much further to go she cried out, "please; please stop, it's too big."
She felt relieved as Sharon stopped pushing and felt it ease back a little. She felt so grateful and started to say, "Thank you."
Sharon silently counted to five, eased the plug out a little further and then with one powerful push, forced the whole thing into Helen's bottom.
Helen gasped and yelped as she felt her anus stretch over the rim of the widest part of the plug. It felt impossible, too big, until suddenly it had passed her sphincter which closed behind it, trapping the plug in her rectum with just the smooth rectangular piece preventing it from going in any further.
Sharon grabbed the large ring, twisting the bung a few times as she said, "well done. Now you're almost ready.
She walked round to the box and pulled out a blindfold. We just need to put this on and you'll be ready for the guys.
She reached up and placed the blindfold over Helen's eyes.
She had felt nervous and vulnerable before, having her legs spread wide, her ankles tied to the steel rings and her hands held securely above her head but now the blindfold seemed to magnify those sensations.
The room was silent except for the gentle hum of an air-con unit. The cool draft from which added to Helen's feelings of vulnerability as it gently wafted over her breasts and cruelly clamped nipples and between her legs reminding her how exposed she was but even more embarrassingly how wet she had become.
She tensed her body as she heard male voices approaching the room.
Adam led his friends into the room, turned to Sharon and said, "looks like you've done a great job preparing our slut."
As he spoke Helen sensed him slowly walking around her and then winced as she felt him briefly grip the ring on the butt-plug and pull it.
He then caused her to wince again as he flicked each of the nipple clamps.
Sharon was a little shocked to see that all six men were totally naked but knew she would enjoy watching the next part, especially as Adam had already paid her a generous fee.
Helen sensed that all six men were gathered around her as Adam said, "Sharon, did you remember the riding crop?"
"Of course," she replied as she walked over to the side of the room and returned with it saying, "shall I start on her tits or her arse?"
"I'll leave the decision to you Sharon but perhaps you could start by running the soft leather paddle up between her legs."
Helen had no idea what to expect as she felt the soft leather brush the inside of her knee.
Sharon grinned as she saw Helen's thigh muscles tense as she slowly moved the paddle up the inside of her thigh. She moved it higher and higher, pressing the soft leather gently against Helen's soft skin. She then paused with the soft leather paddle at the very top of Helen's thighs.
Despite her humiliating situation Helen felt herself becoming more aroused. Sharon kept the paddle pressed against the very top of Helen's thigh, watching the rise and fall of her ample breasts as she breathed nervously.
Trying hard to suppress her rising desire Helen found herself yearning to feel the soft leather between her legs.
After holding the crop still for a while, Sharon moved the crop's leather paddle slowly across and then pressed it up against Helen's wet labia.
With her nipples clamped and swollen Helen gasped as Sharon slid the soft leather across her parted labia before pressing it against her clitoris.
Moving it gently in small circles over Helen's clit, Sharon was really starting to enjoy her task. Observing her every little twitch and murmur she sensed Helen's rising arousal.
Continuing her teasing she said to Helen, "is that nice slut?"
"Mmmmm," was all that Helen could manage until Sharon suddenly pulled the paddle away, moving it downwards before flicking it back up with her wrist, slapping the leather hard against Helen's clit.
Helen cried out with the sudden pain as Sharon slowly walked around her with a satisfied grin.
As the pain slowly subsided, Helen felt Sharon stroking the soft leather of the riding crop over various parts of her exposed body.
Adam moved closer together with the rest of his friends. He appraised Helen from head to toe liking the way in which the black leather quarter cup basque accentuated her magnificent breasts and, together with the sheer black hold- ups and the fact that she was naked from the waist down, painted the picture in his mind of a perfect slut.
This was in complete contrast to the woman who had walked into his office nearly a year ago; all prim and proper and extremely indignant when he suggested paying off her debts with her body.
He grinned as he looked around at his friends knowing they would soon all use her body and that she would enjoy it.
He moved up close to her and said, "Helen would you like me to remove the nipple clamps."
"Yes please," she said quietly, they are quite painful.
Sharon knew from her own experience that the pain Helen was feeling was nothing compared to the pain she would feel when the clamps came off and the blood coursed back into her nipples.
She moved the soft leather of the riding crop back to Helen's clit enjoying the reaction from Helen as she tensed her body. She teased the protruding nub causing Helen to twitch and sigh as Adam reached for the nipple clamps.
Helen felt the feeling of great pleasure radiate once more from her clit but also great torment, not knowing if or when Sharon would cruelly slap her again.
Her focus was on having her nipples freed from the cruel clamps. Adam swiftly unfastened both clamps and as they were released Helen felt a sudden burning throbbing pain in her nipples as the blood rushed back in.
She cried out as they swelled and throbbed, hurting even more than having her clit hit with the crop.
Adam moved back as Sharon passed him the riding crop before moving closer to Helen.
Adam and his friends watched as Sharon closed her mouth over one of Helen's nipples and then slipped two fingers up into Helen's wetness.
As she fingered Helen, Sharon alternated between her nipples, licking and sucking them in turn. As the pain in her nipples subsided Helen felt more aroused than ever. She felt someone touch the butt-plug and then felt it being pulled from the tight confines of her rectum, stretching and straining against her sphincter until, with a sudden 'plop' it was free.
Any feeling of relief was soon gone as she felt the head of an erect penis press into her dilated anus. Hands gripped her around her waist as the guy behind her thrust his erection up into her rectum.
Sharon released Helen's nipple from her mouth, lowered herself down onto her knees and pushed her tongue up against Helen's oozing labia, seeking out her swollen clitoris.
Adam stood close by holding the riding crop, watching as the guy pounded into Helen's rectum and Sharon worked her tongue against her clit.
Helen had no idea what they might do to her before they were all satisfied but, at that moment, she didn't care. Despite the guy pounding into her bottom Sharon's expert tongue was rapidly bringing her closer and closer to an orgasm.
She felt the tell-tale signs; her recovering nipples tingling with pleasure and more intense sensations starting to radiate from between her legs. She was nearly there; almost reaching her climax when Adam suddenly whipped one of her swollen nipples with the riding crop. The pain instantly and cruelly counteracted her approaching orgasm and at that moment Sharon pulled away and she felt the guy behind her make his final thrusts and then empty his semen deep inside her and then withdraw.
As she hung there helplessly, her nipple stinging from Adam's cruel blow and semen starting to trickle from her anus she listened with disbelief as Sharon said, "Guys, I think it's time that the slut had both holes fucked at the same time."
Helen remembered reading Adam's contract reminding her that she had three holes and could expect to have more than one used at a time. She wondered how she would cope as she felt another guy move up behind her and ease the length of his hard dick up into her anus. With a dick in her rectum once more she felt someone else move up close in front of her. She felt his fingers probing between her wet labia and then the head of his erection nudging between them.
Despite her fears, she felt his hard dick slowly ease its way up into her vagina. Any doubts she had about accommodating two dicks were now dispelled as they both impaled her, filling her completely.
Both guys started to thrust into her, alternating their thrusts and gradually building a steady rhythm.
As both men fucked her, Helen felt her orgasm starting to build again but realised how aroused they were, sensing that both would reach their climax before she would manage to reach hers.
As her body started to respond she desperately tried to move her hips, gain extra stimulation but to her dismay she just felt like the meat in a sandwich as they both started panting and thrusting hard until within seconds of each other she felt her insides being flooded with their hot seed.
Again, she felt so close to reaching her climax but, having filled her with their spunk they quickly withdrew leaving her dangling helplessly with their warm seed trickling down the insides of her thighs and over her hold-ups.
She listened helplessly as Sharon said, "the slut looked like she enjoyed that guys. Perhaps after another round with the riding crop she'd like two more cocks inside her."
Being referred to as a slut jarred but at the same time gave her a secret thrill.
She had no idea where or when the next touch of the riding crop would be and whether it would be a stinging blow or a sensuous touch.
Adam walked slowly around her, his dick painfully erect as he admired the transformation of Helen from respectable church going young widow into the sex crazed slut in front of him.
He watched her flinch as he trailed the soft leather end of the riding crop over each of her swollen and erect nipples unable to resist giving each a sudden stinging blow.
As she flinched with each brief stinging blow Helen could not deny to herself that after each blow she felt more and more aroused.
Adam moved around her, trailing the soft leather across down her sides and the to her naked buttocks.
He gave each of her soft and inviting globes a few stinging blows, watching and enjoying the way in which she squealed and tensed her body each time.
She then felt him push the shaft of the crop up hard between her thighs, pressing it between her dripping labia. She yearned to feel the soft leather caress her clitoris again but was fearful he would be cruel and hit it.
Sensing her desire and fear Adam slowly pulled the crop back until the soft leather was directly beneath her clit. He tilted the crop until it touched her swollen pleasure bud causing a gasp to escape her lips.
"Is that what you want Helen?" he asked teasingly.
"Yes, she said hoarsely, "but please don't hurt me."
He just looked around at the others and grinned as he started to caress her clit with the crop.
Her fear of him suddenly slapping her clit slowly subsided as Adam gently stroked the soft leather over her engorged nub. Once more she felt her pleasure increasing. Adam watched and teased her as she started to move her hips. The fact she was bound, blindfolded and helpless in front of them faded from her conscience; her only focus was to reach a climax.
With the soft leather pressed lightly against her clit, Adam matched the rhythm of his caresses to the thrust of her hips.
At that moment her whole being existed just to climax, to reach her orgasm. Once more she felt on the brink, just a few more strokes of the glorious feeling soft leather would do it until, 'Thwack! Thwack! Her world of mounting pleasure crumbled once more as two stinging blows of the crop on her clit halted her climax like hitting a brick wall.
She almost sobbed with the disappointment as Sharon said, "the slut needs more cock."
Despite the cruelly abrupt ending to her reaching a climax, Helen started to relish the idea of feeling another dick in her pussy even if there would be a second on in her rectum she felt sure this time that she could cum before they were finished and satisfy her unbearable urge.
She sensed movement behind her and then an erect dick being shoved up into her bottom. She sensed the owner of the dick would not last long and waited in vain for another to enter her vagina.
Unknown hands slapped and groped her breasts as the guy behind her rapidly satisfied his lust and released another load of hot semen into her rectum.
From the side of the room Jack watched intently, stroking his erection as Adam and the last two guys each used Helen's butt for their lustful pleasure.
Finally, they were all spent. Jack watched as all six left the room leaving just Sharon, him and the now well fucked Helen still tied and blindfolded.
Helen felt helpless and defeated. Her arms were beginning to ache as she hung there with her ankles still firmly tied and her dilated anus dripping with semen.
The room was silent, and she wondered if she was now alone. Surely, they wouldn't leave her here like this, would they? She thought.
She called out, "Is anyone still here"?
"I'm still here," said Sharon.
"Will you untie me please," Helen pleaded.
Not answering her question Sharon asked, "did you enjoy being fucked like a slut?"
Helen flinched at hearing that word again but replied weakly, "yes."
I actually felt a little sorry for you," said Sharon, "not allowing you to cum despite satisfying all of those cocks."
"I wanted to," admitted Helen. "I yearned to."
As she spoke Helen still felt the pent-up urge inside her as Sharon said, "do you remember the old guy who propositioned you in the entrance when you arrived?"
"Yes, he thought I was a whore for hire."
"Maybe not for hire," said Sharon, "but you certainly just behaved like a whore."
Helen remained silent, reflecting on what she had just done as Sharon continued, "the old guy's name is Jack and as well as watching you being fucked all evening he is still here now."
It was bad enough knowing that Sharon had been witnessing events but knowing that this guy Jack had watched everything somehow added to her shame.
"Jack's going to fuck you now so, although you have no choice in the matter maybe he will listen to any preference you might have."
Helen heard a chair move and then a deep male voice said, "I've seen you around town, shall we say, much more conservatively dressed than you are tonight. From the first time I saw you I said to myself, 'I'd love to fuck that,' and now I'm going to."
She heard him walk toward her and then say, "nice tits Helen, it is Helen isn't it?"
"Yes," she said as he roughly groped each of her breasts, squeezing the soft flesh and pinching her nipples.
She then felt his hot breath as he stooped forward and sucked each nipple in turn, running his tongue around each nipple and playfully biting them.
He then placed his hand under her chin and lifted it as he said, "you're such an attractive women Helen. If you had a choice would you like me to fuck your butt like the other guys or fuck your cunt?"
Helen knew what she wanted but hated the word he used.
"Or perhaps I should untie you, get you on your knees and fuck your mouth. Well?"
"I'd like you to use my pussy," Helen said quietly.
He chuckled, released her chin and walked round behind her. She tensed as he grabbed her buttocks, slapping and squeezing each in turn saying, "great arse Helen. Are you sure you don't want me to slip my cock between your cheeks and fuck your arsehole?"
As he spoke she felt his finger ease between her buttocks and up into her anus saying, "feels like it would be an easy fit after the fucking you've just had.
She heard a zip being unfasted and then felt the head of his erection brush against her buttocks.
"Please don't," she said.
"Then you had better ask me properly, use the words that I use to describe a slut's available holes."
She felt him move round to her front again and let out a low moan as he suddenly groped between her thighs, brushing the tips of his fingers into her wetness.
"Well?" he asked again.
Pausing for a moment she suddenly blurted out, "I want you to fuck my cunt!"
As she blurted out her crude request he slipped two fingers deep into her wetness, curving them back and pressing into her G spot as he said, "that's what I like, a slut that knows what she wants."
He fingered her some more as he moved right up close to her.
She felt his fingers slip from her and then the head of his erect dick pushing between her wet and engorged labia.
With one long purposeful thrust he pushed the whole length of his erection up inside her.
Just the feel of his dick inside her caused an involuntary swoon and groan as he started to fuck her.
He reached around her, gripping a buttock in each in hand to pull her toward him as he started to pound into her.
Helen's reaction was swift as she felt the pent-up orgasm start to surge up through her body.
She started to moan and whimper as he thrust hard and mercilessly into her body.
As the waves of pleasure started radiating through her body Jack started to slap her buttocks with each inward thrust of his dick.
Unlike the effect of the riding crop earlier, each slap just added to her enjoyment and with jack now panting heavily and repeatedly shouting, "take this you slut," she finally reached one of the best orgasms she had ever experienced, panting and screaming loudly as Jack ejaculated deep inside her.
She was still whimpering and sensitive as he finally withdrew and said, "Sharon, you can untie her now."
Sharon freed Helen's ankles and arms before reaching for the blindfold and removing it.
Helen glanced at Jack and Sharon and, feeling a little awkward said quietly, "thank you."
"You did well," said Sharon, but you haven't finished yet."
For a moment Helen looked puzzled until Sharon continued, "get on your knees, lick Jack's cock clean and then you can go home.
After what she had done during the evening she felt it would be futile to object as she knelt in front of Jack, held his semi-erect and still dripping penis with her fingers and proceeded to lick her own juices and his semen from his dick. Licking the shaft first she then worked her way up to the exposed head. As she licked and sucked she felt his dick become hard again.
She glanced up and looked into his eyes as he pushed it a little further into her mouth but was then surprised and relieved when he said, "Don't worry Helen, your work is over for the evening. Now that you've made me hard again I'll relieve some of Sharon's frustration by having to watch you get all the attention this evening."
Helen released his dick and, seeing a box of tissues nearby, grabbed a handful and wiped between her legs. She then grabbed her skirt and blouse and hastily dressed.
While she was dressing Sharon had stripped naked and was already sucking Jack's dick as Helen left the room.
It was quite late as Helen made her way back to her car and was grateful that there was nobody around to see her.
THE CONTRACT EXPIRES
After her last experience Helen felt a constant conflict of conscience between her every day life as a church-going pillar of the community and her sinful behaviour with Adam and his friends.
Part of her knew that it was immoral and with the contract between herself and Adam's friends almost over and her overdraft paid off she knew that she should return to her old life.
The problem was that Adam had liberated something that had been hidden inside her; her willingness to submit to his sexual demands, to sometimes be sexually humiliated and abused.
She had enjoyed more orgasms during the past year than during her previous life time. Even after being tied, blindfolded and anally penetrated multiple times she found herself yearning for more.
One week later she received a letter from the bank which read,
_Dear Mrs Daniels,_
_It has been a year since we last discussed your personal finances._
_Please telephone or email me to arrange a date for an annual review meeting._
_Yours sincerely_
_Adam Fairbanks (Manager)_
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Helen called Adam and arranged a meeting for 2pm the following day.
She felt in turmoil for most of the morning. She knew that her finances were now OK and that the meeting was purely an exercise in bank bureaucracy to show the manager's due diligence.
Her overwhelming problem was the realisation that her contract with Adam and his friends would finish and, despite realising how she had been taken advantage of and used, part of her wanted it to carry on. She kept dismissing these thoughts as stupid and tried convincing herself that she would be happier returning to her old conservative life with just her dildo for occasional company.
However, despite trying to suppress these thoughts they would not go away.
Finally, after a light lunch she set off for the bank.
She arrived early and felt a little nervous as she waited in the public area, feeling paranoid that other members of staff new her and Adam's secret each time one of them passed by or looked at her.
Finally, she recognised Adam's secretary walking toward her and stood up as she said, "Mrs Daniels, Mr Fairbanks will see you now. Please follow me."
Adam was sat at his desk as Helen entered the room. "Please take a seat Mrs Daniels," he said before dismissing his secretary and asking her to close the door behind her.
As Helen sat in front of Adam's desk she thought how handsome he looked in his business suit. Her mind started to drift as images and memories of the past year started to flash through her mind.
Over the past year whenever she had seen him it had ended with him penetrating her and much to her shame she could feel herself becoming aroused. She snapped out of her daydreams when he said, "Helen, as you will have already checked, your overdraft has now reduced to zero. Well done."
"Thanks to you," she said, feeling her cheeks flush.
"You did better than I expected Helen but now you are no longer obligated, and the contract is ended. I must say that my friends and I will miss our little get togethers greatly."
It was at that moment Helen made her final decision as she blurted out, "I want to carry on. I'll do it for nothing."
Adam looked at her, remembering her incredible transformation into a submissive slut. These thoughts had an instant effect on him as he felt his erection start to bulge beneath the confines of his suit.
He looked at her again, a demure young widow sitting primly in the chair dressed in a lightweight summer coat buttoned up to her neck.
Deciding to tease her a little he said, "I'm not sure Helen, I would have to consult with the others first.
Taking a deep breath to summon the courage she knew she would need, Helen stood up walked over to the office door and locked it. She then returned, stood in front of Adam's desk and said, "maybe this will persuade you," as she started to unfasten her coat.
Adam thought his dick would burst from its confines as Helen shrugged off the coat to reveal that she was wearing just the leather basque and sheer black hold-ups beneath the coat.
She had never been so bold in her life as she placed her hands on her hips and said, "well?"
Adam's gaze swept slowly down from Helen's magnificent exposed breasts down over soft black leather of the basque to her exposed hair free pubis.
He quickly stood, unzipped himself, eased out his rock-hard dick and walk round the desk to her saying, "Helen, you're a perfect slut as he thrust his hand up between legs and felt her wetness. He moved behind her and then roughly pushed her up against his desk. As her thighs pressed up against the front edge of the desk, he pushed her head forward until she was bent right across the desk top. As she bent over she shifted her feet apart and felt her naked nipples press against the polished wood.
There was no foreplay or any kind of tenderness as she felt him guide the head of his dick up between her parted thighs and into her oozing pussy. He gripped the flesh of her hips tightly and then thrust up inside her causing her to swoon as it filled her.
He immediately started to thrust forcefully in and out of her, filled with animal lust and a single goal.
His office was filled with the sounds of sex; two people breathing heavily, panting and sighing with each thrust and the sound of flesh slapping against flesh as the tops of Adam's thighs repeatedly slapped against her buttocks.
With each thrust Helen's nipples were forced back and forth, rubbing on the polished wood.
Adam sensed that she would soon climax but didn't care one way or the other. His only focus was his own climax which he could feel himself driving toward with each thrust.
He started to increase the speed of his thrusts and, releasing one of her hips from his grip, used the free hand to slap the side of her buttocks; a hard slap with each of his inward thrusts. Finally, feeling his semen rising rapidly he said loudly, "take this you slut!"
This was all Helen needed to tip her over the edge and, as Adam erupted inside her she moaned and did her best to suppress her screams, almost passing out on his desk.
Adam stayed inside her for a while, enjoying the feeling of her vaginal muscles around his dick.
Finally, he pulled out, walked back behind his desk, opened a drawer and pulled out a box of tissues. He grabbed a handful, tossed them across the desk and said, "here."
As she stood and wiped between her legs Adam wiped his dick and put it away.
He watched, amused and impressed by her forward planning as Helen pulled out a pair of panties from her handbag, and put them on, trapping a fresh wad of tissue up against her dripping pussy. She then put her coat back on as she said, "I'll take that as a yes then."
Adam gave her a huge grin and replied, "we'll be in touch." |
19,579 | Young Widow | suzie3w | NonConsent/Reluctance | 2008-07-05 | 2008-08-05 | 2022-01-01 15:49:05 | 7 | literotica.com | https://www.literotica.com/s/young-widow | 1. She rediscovers her sexual feelings. 2. When there is no man around... 3. I finally have intercourse - again. 4. Sex at the office. 5. More sex - and a toy - on the business trip. 6. Suzie's humiliation. 7. She overcomes her past. | ['Multiple Orgasms', 'Stranger', 'Younger Man'] | 4.43 | _Note to readers: I wrote down some thoughts in my journal while these things were happening. Therapy. It was a difficult time for me when my husband, Ralph, passed away. My marriage is basically off limits but, now that I have recovered from the grieving process, I thought it would be fun to share some of my subsequent experiences with you. Of course, I have added more sexual thoughts and feelings to these stories than I had in my journals. I hope that is okay with you. I'll bet it is!_
Though I am certain that I appeared quite conservative to outsiders, Ralph and I had a very sexual marriage. Many times, many ways. We both enjoyed a strong sex drive, and were quite open in expressing our desires and preferences. But then I felt out of place, having the same desires and lusts outside of marriage. These stories will try to show my conversion from a housewife to ... whatever I am now.
*
I was an 18 year old virgin when I was married, believe it or not. I had very little experience with any kind of sex. My husband had been my only serious relationship, and he treated me like a lady, even when I was only 16. We had been married nearly 10 years when he was taken ill and died.
For more than 2 years I had no desire to date. So here I am a 31 year old widow, and now starting to realize that I greatly missed the feeling of a man. A man's strong arms holding me, a man's lips kissing me, a man's sweating body on top of me, a man's hard penis sinking deep into me. Oh, my, where had these thoughts come from? They must have been building for a while, but it seemed to burst into my consciousness overnight, much to my shock and surprise.
My name is Sue, by the way. Well, Sue to my friends. Susan professionally. Suzie sometimes to my best friends, especially when we were having a little immature fun. I was often called Suzie by my husband when we were fooling around, and having decidedly mature fun. I like having three names. It is like having three personalities, and allows me to be very serious at times and to let myself go at other times.
Doug had been a good friend of both me and my husband for years, and was one of my strongest supporters when Ralph died. Even through his divorce, about a year after my husband passed, he remained a close friend and supporter. Through all of those long, emotional conversations and sometimes late nights, he never once made a pass at me. He never acted like he was there because of any attraction towards me, simply to give me support. Now, over 2 years later, I began wondering why.
Didn't he find me attractive? I am not vain, but I feel like I am a quite attractive woman. Blessed with great genes from both my mother and father, I was 5'6", slender, had a great figure, and soft, smooth skin. My breasts were not large, but certainly large enough, (a nice, full B-cup) and sat proudly on my chest with little sag, though no-one would know that unless they saw me naked. I had shoulder length, dark blonde hair with enough natural body and shine in it to keep it always attractive. My small waist set off curvy hips that had a sexy sway when I walked in spite of myself.
I thought of Doug when I suddenly found myself ready to start dating again. And why not? Aside from being sensitive and supportive, he was a hunk. Tall, athletic, with rugged good looks, Why wouldn't a girl want to date him? When a little flirting didn't seem to work, I mentioned to him that I was ready to date, and asked if he would like to be my first. He seemed both surprised and eager, and so we were set. Only one rule - it was a real date. No talk of former spouses and the emotional stress from it. Strictly a date.
He picked me up and we went out to a very nice dinner. Not a romantic place, but very upscale and lovely. Afterwards we went to a late movie, one that he picked for my enjoyment. A thrill shot through my body when he reached over and held my hand. I put my other hand on top of his as well as on his muscular upper arm at various times, and his arm was around my waist as we walked afterwards. It wasn't much, but at the time it seemed exciting, and a big step for me. I almost felt like a little teenaged virgin on her first date. When he kissed me goodnight, I got very flustered at first, but soon melted into his arms for a passionate kiss. Weak-kneed, I went into my house with a tingling between my legs.
Since I had asked him out, I was determined that it was now up to him, or our little flirtation would be at an end. Therefore, I was tickled when he called me the very next day and told me how much he had enjoyed himself, asking me out for the next weekend. We had another nice date, but our third date is when it got exciting.
After a little heavy necking on our second date, our third date found us on my sofa necking some more, but this time his hand found my breast. When I didn't object, he fondled it and worked his hand under my dress.. Fondling it over my thin bra, he also stroked the flesh just above the bra cup. It had been so long since I had felt a man do even this much that I felt chills over my whole body. When his fingers reached into my bra cup far enough to push firmly against my hardened nipple, I nearly exploded. A gasp escaped from my mouth, and my hand involuntarily moved from his chest to his crotch, finding and squeezing his erection tight all in one motion.
My mind was still racing to comprehend what we were doing as Doug feverishly tore at the buttons of my dress. It opened up and he reached in to push my bra cups up, exposing my breasts. His hand pressed firmly into one, causing a gasp from us both, and he pinched the hard nipple between his thumb and forefinger. That sent an electric spark from my nipple straight to my pussy. My nipples had always been extremely sensitive, and it had been so long since anyone other than me had touched them. I am sure that by this time my panties had to be wet, and my whole body was on fire.
When his hand reached under my dress and quickly ran up my leg to my crotch, I stopped kissing.
"No," I said firmly, though gasping for breath. "Not that much. Not yet."
"Why?" he asked. "We're not young kids, we like each other, and we both need this."
That was true. In fact I was a very sexual person. My sex life had been very full. My husband and I had frequent sex, and were not shy about trying many positions and being very open about what we liked. The only way I had been conservative was in not cheating on my husband. I never even contemplated sex outside of marriage. So although I was very experienced, at this point I felt almost prudish, simply because this was a whole, new, uncomfortable world I was entering. I tried reminding myself that this was okay, it was normal. My mind bounced back and forth between wanting to say "No" and wanting to say "Now." And sometimes my body just acted on its own.
His hand was still on my panties, and I couldn't think straight. Without a word I lifted my hips up off the sofa and he pulled the panties off. He pulled them on down to my knees and they dropped to my ankles, where I kicked them off. There I was, baring my pussy to a man for the first time in years, and Doug took little time in placing his hand flat against it. I could feel the wetness as his fingers played with my pussy lips as I was being driven wild.
Finally I began thinking a little clearer, deciding I shouldn't be allowing his hand in my crack. But what was the alternative for an aroused lady? So I turned my body towards his and with both hands attacked his pants, undoing his belt, button, and zipper, allowing his erection to leap out, covered only by his under-shorts. I grabbed his shaft and pulled at it hard, causing him to groan and loosen his grip on my slit. Was this really better? I admit I wasn't really thinking as clearly as I believed, but I know I wanted to feel a hard dick very badly.
"I can't wait to feel you inside me. Do you have a condom?" I asked. My God, what was I saying?
"No," he answered, sounding very dejected.
I moved off the sofa, kneeling on the floor between his knees and pulling his dick out. I felt the warm flesh of a man's penis for the first time in years, and the only one I had ever felt or seen except for my husband's. I was surprised at the size of it. It looked at least an inch bigger than Ralph's had been, as well as thicker. Later on I would realize that Ralph's penis was a small one and Doug's was about average, but at this moment it seemed quite large to me. Though my dildo was about his size.
Ralph had trained me in all things sexual, and I had learned to give blow jobs well and often, thinking it was routine. Eventually, even while we were still married, I found out that many women do not give blow jobs at all, and others only rarely do. But by then I had learned to enjoy doing it. I really liked the feeling of that hard bone in my hand and mouth, the soft skin covering it, the power it held and the power I had over it.
Of course I knew about circumcised penises, but as Ralph had not been I had never seen one. I spent a lot of time examining the head of Doug's circumcised dick with my eyes, finger, and mouth. The soft fleshy head was always exposed, never sliding back under his skin. The ridge behind the head was also bigger. All of this exploration took my mind momentarily off the pure sex of the situation, but not so for Doug. My fingers tracing their way around the head, and my tongue licking the same, had him breathing hard. Each time my mouth closed around his erection he moaned a bit, and when I sucked in like a vacuum on his dick he groaned louder.
I put my curiosity aside and went about trying to satisfy him. I already had been, but now I had a purpose. I licked the whole way down and back up his shaft, wrapped my hand around the base of it while sucking on the head. My tongue continued licking the head even as I sucked on it, and I licked the shaft inside my mouth as I forced as much of his cock as I could between my lips.
Doug gritted his teeth, managing to say, "Sue, I really want to fuck you!"
I took him out of my mouth long enough to ask, "Don't you like this?"
Putting his erection back into my mouth, I took as much as I possibly could, feeling his mushroom head hit the back of my throat, gagging me before I pulled back enough to breathe.
"Ahhhh," Doug said. "Yes, this is great," he managed to say, but it wasn't easy for him. "But..."
"Nuh-uhh," I said with my mouth full. I turned my head from side to side to emphasize that I meant no. Since his dick was deep into my mouth, the shaking of my head had a sensual effect on his throbbing member. He groaned again and didn't try to speak. As I could tell he was getting close, I pumped my hand on his shaft faster and sucked on it vigorously. I felt his dick grow bigger in my mouth, and his hips started pushing it into my mouth. He was nearly there, starting to moan, finally warning me. "I'm going to cum!"
I, of course, knew that, and continued my actions. I felt his cum flow up his shaft and shoot out into my mouth. I was surprised at the strength of it as it hit the back of my throat. I pulled his dick out until only the head was in my mouth, swallowing hard to make room for more. And more there was. He shot several very large spurts into my mouth before he slowed down, and I tried to swallow it all. Some leaked out of my mouth before I caught up to the copious amount of sperm, then I sucked more of his dick into my mouth as his spurts slowed. I sucked him dry, until he pulled my head away from his dick.
He looked at me, dazed and exhausted. "My God, that was great! And you swallowed. GOD! Not many women do."
I just smiled up at him, still feeling cum dripping from my lips, thinking that I must have had a good teacher.
I got up and took my seat again on the sofa beside him, my tits still exposed, while Doug slumped over onto my shoulder.
"But I wanted to.." he hesitated before finishing, "fuck you." I guess he couldn't think of another way to say it at the moment.
"I know. I would love to have you in me. But not today," I answered. Condom first, I thought to myself. I knew he had been with other women, and I wasn't about to take a chance on the various diseases that were possible.
His hand had crept up my leg and was toying with my crotch, finally letting his fingers stroke my nether lips. I still hadn't had any sexual relief, and I needed some. Damn, I needed some!
"Do you want to eat my pussy?" I asked.
I was shocked, hearing me say that. I don't think I had ever used the word 'pussy' in front of a man besides Ralph, and here I had just asked Doug to eat my pussy! That shows how much I needed it, and he wasn't showing any sign of giving me relief very quickly. He hesitated, and I wondered if he was going to disappoint me.
He looked at me shyly, then looked away. "I would love to, but I don't have much experience."
"That's okay," I said eagerly. Then I started thinking about what he meant. "Didn't you and Carla..." I hesitated before finishing.
"She didn't want me to," he answered simply. He got between my legs and pushed my skirt up to my waist, exposing my naked pussy. "Maybe you'll have to teach me."
"Okay," I smiled down at him. "Oh, Carla, what you were missing," I thought to myself. And now suddenly I was the teacher.
"OH MY GOD," I thought to myself as his tongue licked along my pussy lips. No teaching is necessary, anything he does is going to be fine with me after all this time. My pussy was aching for his touch, and it didn't care exactly how it was touched.
As his lips licked at my slit, I moaned, started thrashing my head about, and slid my butt down to the edge of the cushion to give him the best access. I didn't give any thought to how wet I was, or if he minded the sticky fluid. He didn't give any indications of minding it as he went ahead enthusiastically licking all around my snatch, driving me wild.
"Put a finger in my hole," I pleaded, and he did. He pushed a finger in deeply, and I moaned loudly. Finally, someone in my pussy. Maybe it wasn't much, but it felt like everything to me at the time. I pushed my hips further toward him, trying to get his finger as deeply in as I could as he sawed in and out of me.
"Lick my clit," I said, hoping he knew where to find it. I reached down to find it for him, to see if it was hiding under its hood, but his tongue found it first.
"Oh, GOD!" I yelled as the sparks flew from my crotch to every part of my body. I bucked my hips into the air, into his finger, into his mouth, and before I could say I was cumming, I was cumming.
My orgasm hit fast and hard. My pussy muscles spasmed hard. My hands went to my crotch and grabbed his hand so that his finger couldn't leave my hole. One hand accidently landed on his head and pulled tight against me, as if I wanted his mouth to keep on my clit. But that was okay. It was the longest, hardest orgasm I had had in years. I moaned and sighed for minutes while my body shook and very gradually calmed down. I pulled Doug's head off me, but kept his finger inside for a while longer. I had a hard time catching my breath.
There wasn't much Doug could do as I held his finger in my pussy, and I realized that my thighs were holding our hands tight between them. He stroked my leg with his free hand and laid his head on my leg, looking up at me as I attempted to control myself. At first I was a little embarrassed at my loss of control and how I must have looked, but then I thought, "Who cares?" and relaxed.
I loosened my grip on him with my hands and my thighs, and looked down at him and smiled.
"Thanks," I said, immediately regretting it but not showing it.
"Believe me, it was my pleasure!" he answered.
I smiled wider, feeling more at ease.
"I'm sorry. I'm sorry I didn't let you ... inside me."
"That's okay," he said reassuringly. "That's fine. You were fantastic. I loved every second. Maybe another time." Was that a statement or a question? I wasn't sure. I didn't care.
"Definitely," I said, but even while I said it I was moving to cover myself up, not feeling right being so completely exposed to him. But what a feeling it had been. Yes, I was glad I finally had sex after all this time. I had missed it greatly, and was surely going to continue.
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19,580 | Young Wife's First Glory Hole | misterrose | NonConsent/Reluctance | 2018-03-05 | 2018-03-05 | 2022-01-01 15:49:15 | 1 | literotica.com | https://www.literotica.com/s/young-wifes-first-glory-hole | Wife goes to an adult bookstore with husband. | ['Bareback', 'Breeding', 'First Time', 'Gloryhole', 'Impregnation', 'Non- Con', 'Noncon', 'Reluctant Wives', 'Wife'] | 4.39 | _This is a fantasy and just for fun. The stories I write are not real and this is a work of fiction. All characters are made up._
*****
My wife Alissa is gorgeous. At 24 years old, she is the spitting image of celebrity Julianne Hough. She's 5'4", 108 lbs, and has an incredible ass and legs along with some healthy B cup breasts. She has always been very conservative when it comes to her body and wearing revealing clothes in public, but every so often I can get her to wear something that truly shows off her spectacular assets. She's the complete opposite when it comes to sex behind closed doors, though, and loves to let herself go and get kinky in ways that I'd have never expected.
On my birthday this year one of the gifts my wife gave me was a "coupon" for sex, anyplace, anywhere, any time I wanted. I knew immediately how I wanted to use it, but played it cool, knowing that she'd immediately back out if I told her beforehand.
A few months later, I told her I thought we should go out downtown and go dancing. She loves dancing and takes the opportunity to show off her nicely toned, tanned legs. She wore an extremely short skirt, tight top that showed ample cleavage, and some very sexy strappy high heels. We went out to a nice dinner beforehand and I made sure to order her several drinks in order to loosen up for what I really had in mind.
We drove a ways downtown and I said, "Babe, you're looking so damn good and I really need to cash in that coupon you gave me for my birthday."
"Haha," said Alissa. "Ok, but where? There's nothing down here but seedy strip joints and adult bookstores!"
"Hmm, well, you did say anywhere, anytime! Let's just pull in this place here." I pulled into a dark parking lot at an adult theater we were just coming up to. I'd seen this place before and had scoped it out weeks before to get a better understanding of the layout. There was a porn shop up front, a few models that gave peepshows, a small-ish theater that played porn for an audience, and a few booths that played porn. I figured I'd test her out and see what she thought about at least one of the areas.
She nervously laughed but I handed her the coupon. "Ok," said Alissa. "A deals a deal. But we can still go dancing later, right?"
"Yeah of course!"
"Ok, let's do this. It is for your birthday, after all."
We walked inside. The place had a few single older men in their 60's and 70's, some overweight, nerdy type dudes browsing videos, and a few middle aged couples looking at lingerie and dildos. There was no one that looked like my sexy little wife. Everyone's eyes went to her, especially with the slutty little outfit she was wearing. She immediately seemed uncomfortable but was at least happy that she didn't recognize anyone. We went toward the back where the theater and private booths were. Some of the guys greedily watched her walk by, eying her ass and legs. I asked her where she thought we should go.
"Um, what's the theater?"
"It looks like it's an open theater for porn. There are also some smaller booths that play porn. Let's just check out one of them. You pick."
"Let's be more private. Let's try one of the booths... at least for now, ok?"
It was couples night, so we were allowed in for free. We took a stall toward the end that I'd checked out before. There was a hole on either side so it would be easy for another guy or two to watch us.
We picked out a porno and started making out. I played with her pussy a bit and then slid her out of her lacy panties. She pulled out my cock out and started stroking it and I started sucking her tits. It was then that I noticed on her side of the wall an eye looking through the wall from maybe a small shoebox sized hole. The guy on the other side had just silently slid a board or door that was previously blocking it. I didn't say anything to her but I thought I'd give the stranger a show of my sexy wife and I getting into it. I slid her tight little skirt up higher, exposing a bit more of her tight round ass. I wanted to give the guy an even better view than this, though.
"Baby," I said. "Lean over and suck my cock."
Alissa obliged, leaning over which gave the stranger a perfect view of her ass. I reached over her back and slid up her skirt all the way. I started rubbing her pussy which got her excited while she sucked me off and she was really getting wet at this point. To my disappointment his face disappeared and I imagined him jerking off on the other side of the wall. All the sudden, a cock slid through the hole and was directly behind Alissa's ass. He was obviously jerking it and thinking my wife would suck it. Again, I didn't say anything and this just got me even harder while Alissa was sucking and slurping on my cock, licking the mushroom head and then sucking it down her throat. After about half a minute with no action the cock had disappeared and his eye came back to the hole so I decided I'd still give him a closer look at my wife's tight little pussy. It'd be the thrill of his night!
I pushed against her further until her bare ass was against the wall, giving the guy perfect access to see her. I reached again over her to play with her pussy, fingering it inside and rubbing her clit. She kept sucking on me while watching me, then the porn. Damn, she was definitely enjoying this more than she thought she would! While fingering her, I felt someone's fingers reaching through and play with her pussy along with mine. He was touching her pussy, trying to push his fingers in and out. Alissa was getting wetter and wetter, but still had no clue that it wasn't me. I let him do the work and spread her pussy lips a bit wider so he could go deeper.
She pushed against me a bit and I allowed her ass to move a bit away from the wall. I saw the tip of the strange cock poking through the hole again! He was trying to fuck Alissa! I was too horny at this point and I pushed her back against the wall and pretended not to notice.
"Mmm baby this feels like the best blowjob you've ever given me. Keep going!"
"Mmmmfff," she struggled, but obliged.
I could tell something was going on, but I was too horny and too excited to care. All the sudden she gave a "MMMMM" with a jolt of surprise and her eyes flew open. I could tell at this point the guy must be doing something.
"Baby, ummm oh god I think there's some guy licking me!"
"Really?"
"Y-yeaahh." She gasped. But she still didn't move.
"It's ok babe. Just let him get a thrill, haha! You ok with still sucking? I think this is even fucking hotter!"
"Um... ok. But if he goes further I'll need to move!"
"OK."
She went back to sucking for several seconds then bumped away from the wall.
"Honey! He's trying to poke his fingers in me!"
"Ok," I responded. "Let's turn you around. I want to fuck you from behind anyway."
"Ok, thanks honey," she said relieved.
I bent her over doggy style and lifted one of her legs up on the bench. I entered her from behind and she was so wet that I easily slipped right into her pussy. Damn, this guy must've really gotten her going before he tried to push his luck! It turned me on even more that some complete stranger was touching my gorgeous wife.
I was fucking her and watching the porn while her face was facing the wall and I could see the stranger looking again. I reached over and pulled down her top so he could see her gorgeous swinging tits.
"Honey..." she said softly. "Please.."
"Don't worry about it babe. It turns me on knowing that he can see your gorgeous body."
"Um..ok."
The guy's face disappeared again but I kept fucking her while watching the porn on the wall and then looking back at her hot tight ass and my cock pumping in and out of her pussy. The stranger's hard cock came back through the wall and was now just inches away from Alissa's face. She had her head down and I pretended not to notice. I fucked her harder and pushed her a bit closer to the hole. She then looked up but she didn't say anything either. The porn on the wall was some tight little pornstar in pigtails sucking an old man's cock and I could see Alissa looking at the screen then looking back at the cock. Again I pushed against her as I was fucking her to ease her closer to the cock. I could see the precum dripping from the purple mushroom head and Alissa's face just next to it. She then did something that I would have never expected from my sexy little wife: she licked the tip. Just for a second. She licked it again and then took the mushroom tip in her mouth and started to suck it softly. This turned me on more than I'd expected.
I fucked her harder from behind and was feeling like I was going to blow inside her while she was thinking she was sucking this complete stranger's cock without me knowing. I could see her sucking it harder and deeper into her throat.
"Baby," I said. "Let's turn you around, I want to finish in your mouth."
"Ok." She gasped. Her face was flushed red but I didn't acknowledge what she'd been doing. I then turned her so the stranger's cock was now aimed straight for her pussy. "I just wanted to see it get close enough to her pussy lips and ass while I fucked her mouth" was the excuse I told myself.
Looking over her ass I could see the rock hard cock pointing directly at her and between her legs. She started sucking me and licking her juices off my cock, then sucking it deeper into her throat. I pushed her a bit closer to the stranger's cock, ever so slightly. She gave a muffled sound when it finally started rubbing up against her pussy lips. I could see the guy thrusting and pushing his cock as he could feel Alissa's bare pussy against the tip of his cock. My cock was as hard as it had ever been while she was sucking me off.
The cock disappeared again and Alissa continued to suck my cock. I watched some porn and she adjusted to get more comfortable which happened to be a few inches closer to the hole. She was more or less right up against the wall at this point. All the sudden, Alissa squealed a bit. I peeked over her ass and I could see that the stranger was poking her again with the tip of his cock. Watching an unknown stranger slide his bare cock against my sexy wife's pussy lips turned me on even more and I held Alissa's head while I fucked her mouth. I could feel her pushing toward me to get further away from the wall but I held her there.
"Baby, mmmm this feels so fucking good. I'm almost there!" I whispered.
I pushed against her even harder and her bare ass was now completely against the wall. She gave a muffled exclamation again but I kept going. I could see just a bit over the crack of her ass and I could see movement. The strange cock was now inside my sweet, sexy wife, pumping his dick in and out of her tight pussy. I could hear his hips pounding against the wall, shoving his cock faster and faster in and out of the hole and deeper into my wife.
"God baby, I'm so fucking close. I want you to swallow my cum!" I said.
"Babe..." she gasped, taking a breath. "Babe, I think I'm ovulating. Don't you want to... honey.. I.. uhh..."
But I didn't give her the chance to finish and stuck my cock back in her mouth. I was so close to cumming and wanted her to swallow my load that I'd been building up just for this moment. I felt my balls tingle and I finally released into her mouth and felt her tongue lick around my head and her throat contract to swallow the cum. At the same time I heard the stranger grunt and heard his thrusts subside and pump his load deep into my wife's womb.
"God damn babe that was fucking fun." I said, not acknowledging the fucking she'd received. "Let's get out of here and go dancing now."
She stood up and straightened up her skirt. I could see a thin line of cum dribbling down her leg as she put her panties back on. We got ourselves put back together and then walked out. The stranger's booth next to us had the door already open and it was empty.
We walked out and towards the front door. An older, overweight and balding white guy was standing by the door, about 60 years old or so, and looked like he'd just finished a marathon. I knew immediately that this was the guy who'd fucked Alissa. As we walked out the door he handed me a piece of paper, which I suspected had his contact info on it.
I might just call it to give this guy another chance to fuck my wife. |
19,581 | A Young Wife's Journey | trikeboy5 | NonConsent/Reluctance | 2014-10-12 | 2014-10-12 | 2022-01-01 04:05:51 | 1 | literotica.com | https://www.literotica.com/s/a-young-wifes-journey | Inexperienced wife begins first job. | ['Boss', 'Double Penetration', 'Inexperienced', 'Lust'] | 4.3 | Cally was very inexperienced when it came to sex or dealing with people. She met a boy named Tom in high school and married very young. Tom was very strange when it came to sex and always wanted the lights off when they had sex. He didn't ask her to suck his cock and didn't eat her pussy. In fact he wouldn't let her see him naked. His religious beliefs were that sex was only for procreation, not enjoyment. Cally loved him very much and didn't really know there was more to sex than a man getting on top of a woman and putting his penis in her and moving his hips. When she tried to move in bed he would reprimand her to lay still. She received little satisfaction except fulfilling her wifely duties.
Tom tried to support them but they were having such a hard time making ends meet, Cally decided to find a job. Cally was a beautiful 18 year old woman, about 5' 5", weighing 130 lbs with brown hair and blue eyes. Her tits were superb. They were so firm and stood out so prominently that she attracted attention anywhere she went. Her ass was full and round, with a little jiggle when she walked. Needless to say if she walked past construction workers, she got whistled at many times. Cally was always so embarrassed and tried to dress conservatively. But some things are hard to hide.
After sending out many job applications in her small hometown, she finally got an interview at the local Farm Bureau. Cally was so excited. She wore her best dress and shoes and even put on just a little makeup on to add color to her face. She didn't want to send the wrong message.
Cally arrived early for the interview and sat nervously in the waiting room. Mr. Weber was manager of the Farm Bureau and finally called her into his office. He was a balding man in his early 50's. He was a little heavy but had a nice smile so she was at ease. They discussed her qualifications and benefits and then he offered her the job. She quickly accepted and would start the next week. Cally was so happy as she returned home to tell her husband the good news. However, deep inside she had an strange feeling. It seemed that Mr. Weber was staring at her at times. She couldn't be sure but it seemed he was staring at her breasts. She knew she couldn't tell her husband and decided she was just a little paranoid.
The job went well and the weeks flew by. Cally was so happy. She and Tom went out and bought all new furniture since she had money coming in. After several months Mr. Weber told Cally she would have to start working late on Friday nights. They published a small newsletter and needed extra time to work on it together. Cally talked to Tom about it and he was fine with it. Maybe she would get overtime pay. The first few weeks were fine. Cally would get home about 10 pm and Tom would already be in bed.
It wasn't unusual for Cally to be working in Mr. Weber's office on these nights. But this night it seemed different. Mr. Weber had a bottle of wine sitting on his desk with two glasses. Cally had never tasted wine or even drank alcohol of any kind. Mr. Weber poured the two glasses full of wine and offered one to Cally.
Cally said, "Oh Mr. Weber, I don't drink, I never have, but thank you anyway."
Mr. Weber smiled and said, "Now Cally, you are not going to make me drink this bottle of wine by myself, are you?"
"I'm sorry Mr. Weber, but my religious beliefs do not allow me to drink alcohol." Cally replied.
"Well Cally, no one will ever know and I would like you to just taste it. It is wonderful." Mr. Weber said.
Cally hesitated and then reached for the glass. She took a sip and put the glass down. Mr. Weber continued working and would smile occasionally and point to her glass. She took a drink. It did taste good so she drank more. It did seem to relax her. Surprisingly her glass was soon empty and Mr. Weber poured her another glass. They were soon laughing about silly stuff. Cally was enjoying herself. Mr. Weber emptied the bottle into Cally's glass and she drank it all. They were both enjoying the moment when Mr. Weber sat down next to her and hugged her. He held her, rubbing her back and shoulders. Cally felt different and somewhat scared. Mr. Weber is so nice, he won't do anything wrong she thought.
Mr. Weber's hand touched her breast. She drew in her breath. What was happening, she couldn't think straight. His hand then began to caress her breast and after finding her nipple erect, began to pinch it.
Cally tried to stand up as she shouted, "No Mr. Weber, I am married! Don't touch me like that! "
Mr. Weber held her tight and whispered in her ear, "Cally you are so beautiful, I just want to touch you, please don't deprive me of this pleasure." Cally's mind was whirling from the wine, she didn't want to make him mad. She didn't want to lose her job. She just sat still and stopped resisting. His hand moved to the other breast and he started unbuttoning her blouse.
"Cally, I just have to see your breasts, they are so firm and perfect," Mr Weber whispered.
Cally whimpered, "No," but did nothing to stop him. Soon her blouse was off and he unhooked her bra.
Something changed in Mr. Weber, he became rougher and soon was sucking on her nipples. HIs hand went under her dress working its way up to her panties.
Cally wanted him to stop but something inside her found this so exciting. She had never been touched or treated this way. Her breathing became rapid. Mr. Weber started kissing her on the lips, thrusting his tongue inside her mouth. She had never been kissed like this but her emotions overwhelmed her. She started kissing him back in a way she had never kissed Tom. Mr. Weber's hand touched her pussy and she jumped, unable to stop what was happening. Mr. Weber stood her up and pulled her panties down. He lifted her onto his desk and moved between her legs. His mouth was on her pussy. HIs lips pulling on her pussy lips, his tongue finding her clit. These were feelings she had never experienced. No one had ever done this to her, she didn't know men even did this to women. Her pussy was so wet and juicy. Mr. Weber was gasping and moaning in his enjoyment of her pussy. She felt sensations she had never experienced. She loved it. Her hands were holding his head forcing his mouth onto her pussy. She didn't want him to stop.
Suddenly Mr. Weber stopped and took his pants down. When she saw his cock she gasped. It looked so big. She had never seen a cock, not even Tom's. This cock frightened her, what was he going to do. Should she let him fuck her? She couldn't, she was married and she loved Tom. Before she could do anything he shoved his cock in her pussy. It was so much bigger than Tom's. The sensations pulsed in her pussy. Soon he had it all the way in and was pounding her pussy as hard as he could. He sucked her titties until they were so hard. He kissed her over and over, their tongues dancing together. All the time he continued to thrust into her pussy. She felt an explosion building in her body, it was like nothing she ever felt before. When it happened she didn't want it to stop.
Cally screamed. "Don't stop, please fuck me harder, oh God don't stop!" Those words brought Mr. Weber to his orgasm as he pumped a big load of cum into Cally's pussy.
Mr. Weber was exhausted. He pulled out of Cally's pussy and sat down. Cally started realizing what had just happened. What had she done, she had betrayed her husband. She looked at Mr. Weber sitting in the chair, sweating and wanted to yell at him for what he had done. But a sexual awakening was stirring inside her body. She wanted him to do it again. She got up and got dressed, and was starting to leave the room when he looked at her with a smile.
"See you next Friday night?" he asked. She nodded her head yes and left the room.
Part Two
Cally was so depressed. She had betrayed her marriage vows. Her husband would divorce her if he found out and she would be shunned by friends and family. She had acted like a whore, a slut. She actually enjoyed Mr. Weber fucking her pussy with his big cock. Never had she felt a climax like she had with Mr. Weber. She wanted it again. After she got home she quickly showered and went to bed pretending she had a headache. As she replayed what had happened in her mind, she realized that Mr. Weber intended to fuck her the whole time. He got her tipsy with wine and took advantage of her fear. Tomorrow she would confront him and tell him it can never happen again.
The next morning Cally walked into Mr. Weber's office, closed the door, and said, "I think we need to talk."
Mr. Weber said, "Of course Cally, what is on your mind?"
Cally said, "You know, what you did to me last night."
"Why Cally, whatever are you talking about?" he asked. "I believe you thoroughly enjoyed last night. Am I mistaken? Maybe we should listen to this tape I made," he said with a smile.
He turned on a small cassette tape and she heard her voice begging him not to stop and to fuck her harder. Cally slumped down in the chair. Her eyes filled with tears.
She looked at Mr. Weber and sobbed, "What are you going to do with that?"
Mr. Weber said, "Well that is up to you Cally. As long as you join me to work late on Friday, I don't plan to do anything."
Cally sobbed, "Please Mr. Weber, don't make me do it again."
"Why Cally, I am not going to make you. You can do what you want, but the tape may end up being sent to your husband if you miss a Friday night." he said.
Cally didn't say anything and got out of the chair. Mr. Weber also stood up and started unzipping his pants.
"Before you go, I need to know what you are going to do. Why don't you show me what you have decided?" he said with a smile.
Cally froze. She didn't know what to do. Yet she knew what she had to do. There was nothing else she could do. She approached Mr. Weber and reached inside his pants. HIs cock was already starting to get hard. As she pulled it from his pants, she bent over and started stroking his cock. He grabbed her head with both hands and forced it to his cock. "Suck it" he said.
She had never sucked a cock, didn't even know how or want to learn. But he was forcing it to her lips. She tried to say no but he kept rubbing it on her mouth. Even as she resisted her body started stirring. It may have been the musky smell of his cock or the taste from her lips. She opened her mouth and let him put it in. She tried to suck it but he kept pushing it farther and farther into her mouth. Soon her body took over her mind and she was sucking his cock, running her tongue all around it. She was squeezing her tits She wanted to be fucked. Suddenly she stood up and turned around, pulling her dress up, showing her full round ass. Just as quickly she pulled her panties down and shouted, " Fuck me!"
Mr. Weber shoved his cock into her tight pussy and started pumping it harder and faster. Cally screamed, "Oh God, please don't stop." Her climax was building and she needed to cum. She pushed back hard each time he slammed his cock into her pussy. Suddenly she felt his hot cum fill her pussy and she screamed as her orgasm released her juices over his cock. When they had recovered, Cally tried to clean her self up and put her panties back on. Mr. Weber zipped up his pants and sat down. With a smile, he said, "See you next Friday after work?"
Cally turned and smiled, "I will be there."
Part Three
The rest of the week past slowly. Cally was justifying her actions by telling herself she didn't want to hurt her husband and if he found out it would crush his world. No one would ever know if she just fucked Mr. Weber every Friday evening. After all she did really enjoy it and he was talking about getting her a raise from the Farm Bureau Board. That Friday morning she trimmed up her pussy and put on the sexiest panties she owned. She put on perfume and makeup, something she never did. She felt very special that Mr. Weber enjoyed her pussy so much. During the day she smiled and winked at Mr. Weber. Teasing and flirting was something she had never done but it made her feel good. Mr. Weber was so nice to her and complemented everything she did. She knew he liked her very much. She just couldn't wait to be fucked by him again.
At the end of the day, everyone left and it was just Cally and Mr. Weber. Cally was so excited. Mr. Weber was in his office and had opened some wine. Cally came in and closed the door. She took a glass of wine from his desk and drank it all. Mr. Weber filled it again and told Cally she was so sexy. She just giggled and drank some more wine. Then Mr. Weber stood up and pulled Cally to her feet. He began squeezing her tits and ass. She loved what his hands were doing. He unbuttoned her blouse and unhooked her bra. Her luscious tits, so full and firm stood out proudly. He began sucking on her large erect nipples. Her breathing became rapid as her body was stirring with lust. His hands pulled down her pants, leaving her little panties on. Her panties barely contained her full round ass cheeks.
Cally wanted Mr. Weber's cock and soon had pulled it from his pants. It was already hard and so big, she wanted it in her pussy. He pushed her down and she knew what he wanted. She knelt down and took it into her mouth and started sucking it. He told her to lick his balls so she did it without hesitation.
Suddenly she felt a hand on each of her tits, squeezing them. She turned and a flash went off. Her eyes were blinded but the hands continued to fondle her tits. When she could finally see, she looked up and saw two of the board members.
"What's happening Mr. Weber?" Cally screamed.
Mr. Weber said, " Well Cally, I know you wanted a raise so I asked these board members about it. They wanted to know what you did to deserve a raise, so I told them you had a tight pussy and loved to fuck. They want to join our party."
Cally shouted,"No Mr. Weber, No! I can't have sex with them, I am married and I only agreed to fuck you."
"I understand Cally but they have pictures of you sucking my cock so unless you want your husband to see the pictures, lets get this party started." said Mr. Weber.
Cally turned to look at the board members she knew as Bud and Gary. They were both naked and rubbing their cocks. Mr. Weber took off his clothes and started rubbing Cally's pussy. Again, Cally body started stirring. She looked at the cocks and knew that she wanted to be fucked by all of them. Bud and Gary walked up to her and she knelt down. Soon she was going from one cock to the other sucking and licking. She was loving it. Mr. Weber pulled her up on the desk and told her to lay down on the desk with her head hanging over. Gary stuck his cock in her mouth and she started sucking. Bud spread her legs and started licking her pussy. He kept rubbing his goatee over her pussy, exciting her even more. His tongue went deep into her pussy and over her asshole. No one had ever touched her asshole. She loved it. Suddenly Bud shoved his cock deep into her pussy. He wasn't as long but was much thicker than Mr. Weber. He pounded her pussy harder and harder. His cock had her pussy so open and stretched. Suddenly he pulled out and changed places with Gary. Gary's cock was not as thick or long but bigger than her husbands. He pounded her pussy while she sucked Bud's cock. When Bud couldn't hold back anymore he filled Cally's mouth and throat with his cum. She tried not to choke so she started swallowing it. His load was spilling out of her mouth. She tried to keep it in but it was too much.
Mr. Weber was sitting on the couch with his cock sticking straight up.
He said, "Cally come over here and sit on my cock now and let me fuck you for awhile." Cally was more than happy to take his big cock in her pussy. She wanted her climax that only he could give her. She climbed on him and his big cock slid into her wet pussy. He raised and lowered her on his cock faster and faster. She was losing control, it felt so good. Suddenly Mr. Weber pulled her close to his chest holding her tight. Then Cally felt a cock rubbing up and down her ass crack. She turned and it was Gary.
"What are you doing Gary?" she shouted.
He smiled and said," I am going to fuck you in the ass."
Cally cried and tried to get free but couldn't. Mr. Weber held her tight. Gary pushed his cock farther and farther into her asshole. It hurt so bad. Finally he stopped and waited. After a while her asshole didn't hurt so bad. Gary slowly started pulling it out and pushing it in. Mr. Weber started pumping his cock into her pussy. Her body was on fire. She had never felt this way before, even with Mr. Weber. They continued fucking her ass and her pussy for what seem a long time. She was wet with sweat, her body heat and the pounding she was receiving turned her into a sexual animal.
She shouted, "Fuck my ass, fuck my pussy, harder, harder give me all you got, I love being fucked, I want more cock, oh fuck me please, please," With that her climax came. It was tremendous, her body shook, her eyes rolled back in her head. She pasted out for a moment only to wake up to the continual pounding her pussy and ass was taking. Finally they both shot their cum into her pussy and ass. They all collapsed.
When they all had recovered and could talk, Mr. Weber said," Well gentlemen, does she deserve a raise?" They all shouted, "Hell Yes!" |
19,582 | Young Wife | CleoRa | NonConsent/Reluctance | 2014-10-06 | 2014-10-13 | 2022-01-01 15:49:16 | 3 | literotica.com | https://www.literotica.com/s/young-wife-ruined | 1. A man unwittenly helps ruin his wife with a wager. 2. A man's wager ruins something valuable. 3. A man and wife come to terms with their sex lives. | ['Big Dick', 'Cockold', 'Reluctance', 'Submission', 'Sucking', 'Wife'] | 4.18 | My wife Joy and I have been together for fourteen years, married while very young. She was a virgin at the time. I wasn't but didn't have a lot of experience either. Our sex life, while not explosive has been satisfying, and I know for a fact she has never cheated on me. I have also not cheated on her. That changed about a year ago due to a stupid wager I made with a business acquaintance. I take full responsibility for it.
The third party in this drama is a guy I'll call Scott, a young but very wealthy businessman who made his money in construction. He was currently building a large new house in our development and had a construction site set- up near the gym. He's about six-three, lean and fit, not an ounce of fat on him – a great basketball player. I'm a pretty good net guy myself, and that's how we hit it off. We live near each other and go to the same gym, where I met him. Joy wanted some renovation done on our home, but my business was in the rebuilding stage due to the recession, and we didn't have a ton of money to spend. After an exhausting game of one-on-one, as we showered I casually asked Scott what something like that might cost. He said about twenty-five thousand. That sounded fair, but stretched my budget quite a bit.
When I asked him if that was his bottom price, he laughed and said, "Okay, less ten percent - if you throw in a date with your gorgeous wife."
Joy is just a shade under five-seven, and keeps in shape by exercising regularly. She's thirty-two with a body that looks ten years younger, red hair and green eyes. She has a thirty-six inch chest but I've never been into overly large-breasted women anyway. What sets Joy apart, other than being plain gorgeous, is her world-class butt. When she walks by men, wearing shorts or jeans, they just about break their necks trying to keep that marvelous ass in sight as long as possible. We have had many good laughs about that.
I jokingly said I'd probably agree to the deal if it saved me some money but there was no way she would. He looked a little thoughtful for a minute and replied, "Maybe she would. You just have to know how to ask."
Something about his tone suggested he was sincere. "Are you serious?"
"Yep. She's drop-dead beautiful, buddy."
"What do you get out of it?"
He laughed again. "Hey, I'm a guy. It's a challenge. I just want a chance to try."
Scott was a bachelor and all the regulars around the gym knew of his reputation with the women, but I knew Joy would cut this guy off at the knees if he tried anything. And truthfully? I considered it, laughing along. "Lots of luck there. You'd just be out of the money and she's not into that."
"Well then, you end up with a 10% discount for letting me try – twenty-five hundred bucks in your pocket."
Over the next couple weeks we came back to the same subject a few more times, refining it without deciding on anything firm. It was really just one of those "what if?" things. Somewhere along the line though, I found myself agreeing to an arrangement with Scott. It went like this. I would step back and let him operate, as long as he didn't force her into anything or hurt her. If at the end of two weeks he hadn't had a "date" with her, I got the discount anyway. Win or lose, it was twenty-five hundred dollars in the bank for me. I own an up-start electronics company that makes all sorts of gadgets, so we agreed I'd provide him with about a dozen small cameras, fish-eye lens, and remote controls. Strategically placed, they would hook into my laptop so I could monitor his progress and ensure Joy wasn't hurt in any manner. Yeah, it was a stupid idea, but there it is.
Scott made a couple trips to the house to get "exact measurements", while I stayed out of the way in my home office, letting Joy handle it. But I admit, I did spy on my wife and Scott with the home surveillance system while he was there, justifying it as "looking out after my best interests." I also grudgingly admitted that he and Joy hit it off pretty good, but no more so than some of our other close male friends. Joy is personable and it sometimes comes across as flirtatious. Maybe it is to a degree, but I knew it was harmless. I watched them laughing, her touching his arm once as he said something humorous, feeling a slight surge of jealousy fighting its way to the surface. Scott left both times without any attempt at seduction, and I sighed with relief. One week left, I thought smugly.
With four days to go on our deal, Scott called and said the initial house plans were ready for review. When he said, "Tell Joy to come over on Saturday and see them," I knew this was finally it. He was going to make his move.
Joy asked if I wanted to go with her but I told her I was wrapped up in work and I'd trust her decision. That was even truer than she knew. I watched her walk across the street to her car, short sun dress, platform shoes, and her pony-tail bouncing behind. She looked delicious and the first feelings of dread finally surfaced. What if I'd made a mistake playing this silly game? I knew I hadn't. I knew my wife. I trusted her, and she trusted me. I turned on the laptop and saw the four split-screens. In one of them, Scott was bent over his desk apparently working. Each of the four screens gave me a different angle of the office. Fifteen minutes later, he stood to greet my wife as she entered.
"Joy. Good of you to come on a weekend and such short notice," Scott's deep voice resonated strongly over the quality speakers I'd installed in his office the week prior.
I'd been to Scott's construction site a few times. Mostly old temporary style buildings, his office consisted of a large metal hut, broken into a small space for his receptionist, a large office/conference room for him, a restroom and a corner where he'd placed a mattress. He'd told me with a wink, he slept when he worked late, or sometimes "entertained." It was that last part that worried me, for I knew that's where he intended to do the deed with my wife.
After a little small talk he led her to a drafting table and they looked over some drawings. Subtly, I watched as Scott moved directly behind Joy, pointing to various things of interest on the chart. He placed one hand on her shoulders, leaning forward and apparently said something witty, for she laughed. I saw her suddenly stiffen as the front of his pants touched her butt, both hands snaking around her to grasp her breasts. As part of our agreement, I'd confided in Scott some of Joy's hot buttons. Her nipples were her most vulnerable areas. If I wanted to fool around and she was cool to the idea, I'd pinch her tits for a few minutes and she'd start squirming. Once I got my mouth on one, she was mine.
"Scott, stop it this instant!"
She struggled, but he held her tightly against what I figured was a raging hard-on, pinching and rolling her nipples under the thin material of her sundress. Although her protests grew stronger, he didn't speak one word the entire time. Finally, he just picked her up, carried her to the mattress and dumped her. In one swift movement, he was laying between her knees, pinning both her small hands behind her back in one of his large ones, and went right back to kneading her nipples again. My laptop showed clear shots from all four screens, each from a different angle. This wasn't part of the plan. He wasn't supposed to force her do anything. Then I remembered Scott's carefully chosen words. He'd said he wouldn't force her to have sex - not that he wouldn't force the issue right up to the point of having sex though. I was nearly a mile away feeling uncertain now. I looked on, also feeling helpless.
"I'll scream," her words carried to me.
Scott smirked as he pulled a dress strap off her shoulder, baring one perky breast. "It's the weekend and you're in the middle of an abandoned construction site. Go ahead," he said. "Scream."
"You'll go to jail, Scott!" She suddenly went ridged and grunted as Scott's mouth closed over her little brown nipple. "I mean it," she said less forcibly.
I watched as she struggled fruitlessly for a few more minutes, alternating between threats and pleas. For a long time Scott didn't even reply as he licked, sucked and nibbled her nipple. Joy threatened and pleaded with him to stop some more but it appeared she was losing steam. He finally did stop, but only long enough to pull the other strap down and attack her other breast. He paid that nipple homage for about as long as he had the first one, and at some point during that time Joy grew silent. I saw she had her eyes clinched tightly, a strained look on her face. She lay motionless, breathing through her mouth.
After a long time, Scott slid his head down her body, lifting her dress with his free hand. I heard her breathe a soft "No," as his face settled between her thighs. On number three camera I watched as he pulled her black panties aside, exposing a neatly trimmed vagina. His tongue flicked out and touched her clit, drawing another soft protest. My chest felt as if it were about to explode! My cock was as hard as it'd ever been, as I gripped it through my pants. My inexplicable excitement surprised me. I'd watched a few porn movies of course, but watching Scott's tongue licking my wife's pussy, was that times ten!
He took the same deliberate approach to licking her cunt as he had done with her breasts, agonizingly slow, designed purposely to push her buttons. After a few minutes I saw the first signs he was finally getting to her, as her thigh muscles visibly tightened and her pretty painted toes began to move. I knew from past experience that the toes were a sign she was aroused.
Joy grunted loudly as Scott suddenly attacked her vagina more vigorously with his mouth, burying his tongue to the hilt, licking, sucking and nibbling her pussy lips. I watched as he pulled on one of her vagina lips with his mouth, savoring it, and then releasing it to do the other one. Whether it was from his saliva or her own secretions, she looked extremely wet! The small clit I'd seen when he first started, was now puffy and protruding, her pussy lips engorged. Scott knew what he was doing all right. After less than a minute her thighs noticeably tightened around his head and her toes were wiggling frantically. Scott released her hands, pulling her ass tight against his face, lathing her entire crotch from anus to clit with his large tongue. I watched in disbelief as Joy's hands slid around Scott's head, wrapping her fingers in his long hair and pulling his face even tighter against her vagina as she arched her body up to meet his tongue.
All resistance seemed gone, as she whimpered with growing need, making the little sounds I'd heard so often, and loved. Only now, she was making them for someone else! Another man! I realized I held my hard cock in my hand, not even remembering when I'd released it from its confines. This was sick! What the fuck was I doing? Watching my wife literally being raped before my eyes and jerking off! Joy cried out sharply, causing me to look back at the laptop.
I'd seen Scott in the gym shower numerous times, and yes he was much bigger and thicker than me. I'm pretty average, aware that some men are more generously endowed. I asked Joy once if women really liked bigger penises, and she told me that was a myth. Most women would probably say it mattered more to men, than to themselves. She said as far as she was concerned, mine was a great size. Of course, mine was the only one she'd ever experienced. Scott quickly swung his large frame around to lie on top of her, his cock and balls now swinging directly over her clinched eyes. Holding her knees apart with his elbows, he went back to enthusiastically licking her pussy from top to bottom, pausing to rim her puckered little anus. I watched Joy's strained face as she struggled with her feelings, and as she finally opened her eyes to see what dangled before her. Her eyes almost popped out of her head when she saw five pounds of cock and balls hanging right in front of her face. If it hadn't been so erotic, it'd have been funny!
I heard an audible gasp escape from her mouth as Scott slowly lowered his groin downward, the spongy head barely touching her lips. After what seemed like a long time, her pink tongue finally darted out, disappeared again, and then returned to lick the head. Scott groaned, lowering his belly more as he redoubled his own efforts on her vagina. I saw the large cockhead disappear completely inside of her sweet mouth and almost came in my hand. I stopped touching myself, just watching as her cheeks hollowed, my innocent wife sucking a stranger's cock. Joy had performed oral on me often, but never to completion. I'd always marveled at how beautiful she looked while doing it. We also did sixty-nines, but it wasn't one of her favorite positions because she knew I had trouble controlling my orgasm when we were in that position.
It was apparent that Scott was a master at what he was doing. Just as her thighs began trembling, her body shaking uncontrollably, he eased off, offering more of his cock for her mouth. It was the old stick and carrot routine. Joy had most of Scott's cock embedded in her throat, sucking and slobbering on it with enthusiasm as he pulled her pussy against his face. He held her that way, totally defenseless, ruthlessly fucking her face as she gagged and slobbered on his thick meat. Her toes were moving a mile a minute, her grunts and moans growing noticeably louder. I could see she was going over the edge soon and my cock throbbed with urgency, urging me to touch it. If I did, I knew I would go off. So I waited.
I saw Scott's ass cheeks suddenly clinching, his balls tightening and I knew he was already there - pumping load after load down my pretty wife's working throat as she clutched his ass, pulling him deeper. Then she was sobbing her own orgasm around his pumping cock, whimpering, squealing and thrashing like a wild woman. Joy continued to tremble and shudder long after her orgasm ended, fully enjoying each little after-thrill, still holding Scott's cock inside her mouth as though reluctant to release it. Finally, he pulled out and slid around to face her. He lay on top of her, licking her half-open lips, kissing her unresisting mouth. Joy lay as though comatose, panting and dazed by her own unwilling response.
I cleaned myself up with the box of tissues nearby, drained but still guiltily watching. After a while, Scott went back to sucking her tits again, and for the first time I noticed her panties were on the mattress beside her. Scott's thick cock was positioned against her glistening opening, not moving. Joy wasn't struggling now, her thighs slightly gripping him, her hands against his back, eyes staring up at him with expectation. She looked hungry, wild and hotter than I'd ever seen her. She seemed to be just waiting now. I watched as she closed her eyes again, taking short breaths through a half-open mouth. Her tongue licked her lips. Time froze as we all waited.
One might ask why I didn't race over there with a baseball bat and stop him. It's complicated. First, I'd have to explain to Joy that I'd been the one who'd orchestrated the whole thing, putting her through this. To be honest, it was the most unexpectedly exciting thing I'd ever witnessed. My explosive climax had left me weak.
As though hypnotized, I watched the big head of Scott's cock push her sloppy cunt lips apart, disappearing inside as her body arched upward to meet it, her pretty painted toenails starting up again. Scott's face was concentrating intently on what he was doing, his ass muscles bunching as he pushed harder. Joy grunted as though in pain, placing her hands against his chest in an attempt to control his entry. Scoot ignored her efforts, pushing deeper. It took a couple minutes but eventually he was completely inside her, his balls dangling against her anus. Then he started slowly fucking her as she made little mewing noises, the toes wiggling wildly.
He did it with long, maddeningly slow strokes, resting on his hands and watching her facial expression intently as though observing her internal struggles with her desire. They both knew there could be only one outcome and that she'd lose her fight in the end. This went on for a full ten minutes, until her slender body was trembling and quaking with her need. His pace didn't increase and his expression never changed. I have to say this for the man, he had staying power. He kept it up until the small intermittent noises she'd been making, now came continuously, sounding almost pitiful. Suddenly she was staring up into his face with pleading eyes.
"Scottie . . . Scott . . . no more . . . please . . ."
As though of their own accord the hands against his chest slowly slid around his shoulders, her legs around his waist, as he slowly sank down on her and began a more rapid motion. His cock was glistening with her juices, its thickness pulling her cuntal lips out as it retreated, pushing them back inside as it plunged deep again. Soon he was punishing her with his thick cock, hard brutal thrusts that jarred her slender body, his large hairy balls bouncing against her anus. She simply went wild – wiggling - thrashing and clawing his back - her cries increasing in tempo until she was finally screaming her release.
She came in about one minute, sobbing and crying out with pleasure as she attempted to climb him, suck his entire body inside her opening. From one camera, I could see thick white fluid being forced from around the tight seal his thick cock created inside her pussy. She had never squirted while fucking me, but it had to be her fluid because I could tell Scott hadn't cum yet. Also, she had never cum strictly from me fucking her. Joy always had to use her fingers to reach a climax. She said it was because some women had a high clitoris, resulting in a man's cock not being able to rub against it during intercourse. Scott's thick cock clearly rubbed and banged against her swollen clit, forcing it in and out with each stroke. As a result she'd cum like a banshee, making me feel even more inadequate.
After Joy came, she was like a rag doll in Scott's huge hands as he continued hammering into her relentlessly. Every so often, she'd mew softly in protest, but didn't resist, not seeming aware that he was still using her. Having climaxed once in Joy's mouth, it seemed Scott could keep it going indefinitely. After what seemed like a long time, Joy lifted her hips a bit, rotating them very slightly as she moaned softly. Her thighs eventually came back up to grasp Scott's hips, her hands returning to his ass, her mouth seeking his again. What followed was another earth-shaking climax for the three of us.
I sat with bowed head trying to calm my racing heart while tightly grasping my deflating cock. I'd cum so hard my prostate ached. I looked back at the laptop's screen and saw Joy was sitting up, a river of cum running from her swollen pussy onto the mattress. Long hair hid her face as she reached for her discarded panties, using them to wipe-up some of the semen from between her legs. Then she dropped them into a nearby trashcan. She looked listless, broken, completely defeated. Scott lay on is back, unmoving except to lift onto his elbows and stare at her as she prepared to leave. Lying across his thigh, his fat cock still glistened from their combined juices. Joy was finally able to pull herself up and wobbly stand, but her knees seemed weakened, hardly able to hold her upright. She secured her crumpled dress and pulled it over her head, and then picked up her shoes and purse.
She stood and just gazed down at Scott for a full minute. Her hair was in disarray, her lips red and swollen, tear-tracks lining her pretty face. She looked stunningly beautiful. "You're a real son-of-a-bitch," she said softly, without any apparent anger. She turned to go, and then looking over her shoulder said, "You've ruined me." Carrying her shoes, she went through the door and I heard an engine start up a minute later.
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19,583 | Young Woman Is Taken In Her Tent | AngieGS | NonConsent/Reluctance | 2012-09-27 | 2012-09-27 | 2022-01-01 15:49:17 | 1 | literotica.com | https://www.literotica.com/s/young-woman-is-taken-in-her-tent | A young woman is tied up and taken by two men. | ['Anal', 'Bondage', 'Brother', 'Camping', 'Cum', 'Forced', 'Tent'] | 3.81 | She walked across the campsite with her eyes fixed straight ahead. She was hot. My eyes followed her ass in her tight jeans. Her hair shone in the sun. I rubbed my dick through my jeans with the palm of my hand before unzipping them and taking my erect cock out.
I want her mouth around my cock, her hands clasping my backside, pulling me towards her. Pulling my cock further into her mouth. Oh God. I shudder.
I start to pump myself slowly with thoughts of her running through my head. My cock begins to leak pre-cum and I smile. I pump myself faster with thoughts of ramming my cock deep into her cunt. I grunt and cum into my hand.
"Steady on fella. We'll have her soon." My mate Joe tells me with a smirk.
I sit in my van with my cock still in my hand, waiting until it gets close to midnight. Joe is next to me, his hand wrapped tightly around his own cock, pumping himself off because of the plan we have come up with.
"Joe! Joe she's back." I shake him and put my cock back into my jeans. It's hard again.
"Shit!" He exclaims as he cums. He misses his hand and it lands on his jeans.
We sit together for another half an hour, waiting quietly until the light in her tent goes out. It's a further fifteen minutes until we make a move.
"Joe. Wait. The fella she's with isn't back yet. What are we going to do if he turns up?" I ask, rubbing my hard dick. It's started to throb at the thought of what we have planned.
"Don't worry about him Dan. We'll come to that if we need to."
I smirk as we head over to her tent. Glancing around us, we kneel before the entrance and as quietly as we can, we unzip the closed front.
We scramble through and I kneel at her feet while Joe fastens the tent up again. She's fast asleep. Sprawled out on the double air bed, the cover pushed down near her mid-riff. I smile softly. The top of her breasts poke out of her nightie. I pull the cover off her, giving us access to her.
Joe takes a deep breath and pulls at her nightgown with his fingertips. He slides it slowly up her stomach, revealing her uncovered pussy.
"Fuck Joe. Look at that cunt." I whisper.
My cock is throbbing in my jeans and I'm pretty sure Joe's will be too. I nod at him, luring him on. He unzips his jeans and takes them off. I follow his lead.
"Did you bring it?" Joe asks me?
"The gag? Yeah. Here." I hand it to him.
He places himself over her and I watch him pull her nightgown further down her chest to reveal her delicious tits. I groan quietly as he licks each of her nipples with his tongue. I run my own tongue over my lips, wanting him to hurry up.
"Hurry up Joe! I'm gagging for it." I snap at him.
He smiles at me, and reaches for her head. With one swift movement, the gag is over her mouth and in place. Her eyes open wide and she breathes deeply, she turns her head, trying to register what's happening. When she sees me, she begins to struggle but Joe plants his weight on top of her and begins to tie her arms with the rope he brought.
"Get her legs Dan." He grunts at me while fighting her.
I move to her legs and hold her ankles together with one hand. Her ankles are delicate, her feet are small . I rub a hand up one of her legs until I get to a knee, then I tie both of her ankles together, tightly.
"Listen you little bitch. You're not going to make a sound. Do you understand? One sound and we'll hurt you and you don't want that do you?" Joe growls at her. His face pushed up to hers.
She shakes her head and whimpers quietly.
"Shut up." I slap her legs.
Joe removes himself from her and sets himself to the side of her, giving me a full view of her body. I groan slightly and climb over her legs. Joe's mouth is around one of her nipples, one hand on the other, kneading it roughly. His other hand is placed around his cock, slowly pumping up and down.
I lean towards her, putting my head between her thighs. She tries to shift slightly, to block me, but I pull her thighs apart easily and hold them. I breathe her in, and smile. I knew she'd smell good.
I flick my tongue onto her clit and laugh as she bucks. I push her legs further apart and run my tongue up and down her lips, flicking her clit every now and again. I slide a finger inside her and am amazed to find out that she's wet.
"Joe. She's fucking loving it. She's wet." I laugh.
He grunts at me and sucks her nipple harder, his hand pumping faster up and down his cock.
"Make her suck you Joe."
He lets go of her breasts and stokes his hard shaft while moving towards her face.
"Listen. I'm going to remove this gag, and you're going to suck my cock. Do you understand? Suck it for me baby. And no fucking funny business. You got it?"
She nods.
He removes the gag and pushes his swollen head to her face. She opens her mouth slowly and Joe slides his cock into her before pulling at her head by yanking her hair.
She grunts with each thrust that he makes into her mouth, trying to pull away until he pushes himself further into her with a single thrust.
"I said suck it!" He growls.
I slip my tongue into her wet cunt and lap at her juices, she tastes so fucking good. She bucks against me slightly, trying to escape so I push my head further into her, trying to go as deep as I can.
I rub a finger against her clit until I feel her shiver and then I know I've got her. The dirty bitch fucking likes this. I grin into her pussy and rub at her clit some more. She struggles slightly, until I press harder against her now swollen clit, then she becomes limp.
I pull myself up and settle myself between her thighs. I lay on her and wriggle up, my cock brushing her pussy, her stomach. I raise myself onto my hands when I'm near her tits and rest my cock between them. I rub up and down between her breasts while watching her give Joe a blowjob.
"Fuck her Dan. Fucking do her." Joe grunts at me with a grin.
I smile back at him and place myself back between her thighs. I lay on top of her, my weight pressed against her and I nudge my cock against her pussy until I feel the tip slide through her lips. She groans as my cock slides over her clit and Joe smiles at me.
"She's fucking gagging it for now." He laughs quietly.
She looks at me, and I grin at her before rolling myself back and slipping into her sopping cunt. I moan while pushing myself into her. She's tight.
She moans around Joe's cock and tries to arch her back. I slide my hands under her ass and pull her ass, giving me deeper access. She moans again as I thrust into her and I look up, to see Joe squirting his cum over her face.
The sight of his cum on her face nearly sends me over the edge and I start to thrust myself harder against her. Joe settles his backside over her face, his own face near his breasts.
"Lick my asshole you dirty whore."
She grunts.
I watch Joe place his mouth back over on nipples and see him shudder slightly. I pull her ass further towards me thrusting once more before slipping out of her and directing my cum onto her flat stomach.
"You've got to fuck her Joe. She's tight."
"Oh I will. Don't you worry."
I rub my cock over her stomach to clean it off and reach back down to her pussy, flicking my tongue over her clit. I do this for a couple of minutes, getting my breath back.
"My turn now Dan. Turn her over. I want her on all fours."
He lifts her onto all fours.
"Untie her legs Dan. But don't you dare do anything stupid bitch."
I untie the rope and he settles underneath her. Her legs and hands either side of his body. He wastes no time and guides his cock straight into her pussy. She gasps quietly.
I watch her move up and down on Joe's dick, my own cock getting hard again. I move towards her, pushing her down onto Joe's chest and I lick at her puckered little anal hole.
She lurches forward with a gasp of pleasure.
I smile and Joe laughs.
I grab my now fully erect cock and place it against the tip of her ass. As she thrusts back and forth on Joe's dick, her ass lands on my cock. Pre-cum leaks out of the tip and I rub it around her hole. I slowly slip a finger into ass and watch her writhe at the contact. If it hurts, she doesn't say anything.
I spread her cheeks with my hands, and settle my purple head against her hole again. I press myself against her, holding her still until the pressure makes her ass give way and I feel my head slide in.
She screams with pain and tries to lurch forward but Joe is quick and he drags her head down and takes her mouth with his. I feel her anal virginity tear as I force my way through and I groan with pleasure. I push my dick further into her and watch it slide in. I squeeze her ass and watch as I slowly slide myself in and out of her tight little ass. I pull my length out of her, stopping before I slip out completely then I slam back into her and listen to her scream into Joe's mouth once more.
Joe begins to pump his cock into her cunt faster from underneath her and between us, we find a rhythm. He grunts minutes later and cums deep into her hungry cunt. Her ass tightens around me and she screams with pleasure as an orgasm overtakes her body. She shudders against Joe and I. I slam myself into her ass harder and harder, digging my fingers into her skin, and I keep her as steady as I can, wanting to pleasure myself. I pull my cock nearly all of the way out once more and ram it back in with one last thrust. She grunts and I collapse on top of her, pushing her against Joe. I grunt loudly as my dick throbs and erupts a second load of cum, straight into her ass.
The three of us lay there for a few seconds, then the zip on the tent door is pulled and a man gets inside. He turns around and we see the shock on his face.
"What the fuck is going on? Jess?"
I grab him by the hair and pull him towards us.
"Shut the fuck up or we'll hurt the pair of you. Close the fucking tent door and strip."
"What? No! Get off her!" He tries to push me away.
"I said, shut the fuck up." I yank him by his hair and Joe grabs the girl by her neck.
She chokes from the sudden movement and the man must have seen panic in her eyes because he gives in.
"Ok. Ok. Just please, don't hurt her." He closes the tent door and begins to remove his clothes.
"What is she? You're girlfriend?" Joe snarls.
"No. She's my sister." The man whispers, his eyes glancing at her, us, and her body.
I laugh.
"Well brother. I hope you're ready."
"Because you're about to fuck her yourself." Joe finishes my sentence, laughing.
I pull myself out of her ass, and lift her off Joe, shoving her towards her brother and smirking at the thought of incest.
"Get on with it." Joe snarls. His cock in his hand. |
19,584 | A Young Woman's African Adventure | WillRightForSex | NonConsent/Reluctance | 2020-10-12 | 2020-10-12 | 2022-01-01 04:05:53 | 1 | literotica.com | https://www.literotica.com/s/a-young-womans-african-adventure | A college graduate teaching in Africa captured by natives. | ['Interracial', 'Lesbian', 'Nonconsent/Reluctance'] | 4.47 | Mindy Rutledge graduated from college with a degree in primary education. She came from a well-to-do family and there was no reason to immediately find a job. Her career plan was to teach for five years or so, marry well and raise a family.
When her application to the Teach Corps was accepted, she was thrilled. She figured it would give her the chance to travel a bit. When she was assigned to a grade school in Africa, she wasn't pleased. But she had signed up and was committed for a year. Plus, the Democratic Republic of The Congo didn't sound so bad.
Mindy was assigned to live with an old missionary couple on the edge of a small village. Their house was large and reasonably modern. The school building to which she was assigned was close by but trips to the village required use of an old Range Rover that had no roof or seat belts.
Two weeks after arriving, Mindy felt comfortable with her new surroundings. Classes had started and she enjoyed working with the youngsters, most of whom were bright and eager to learn.
After school one day, Mindy returned to the house and asked the missionary if she could borrow the Range Rover to drive to the village. She had only been there once since her arrival but thought that she could purchase some decorations to liven up her classroom.
She was wearing a prim khaki skirt that was just above her knees, a light blue blouse and running shoes and socks. After wandering the village and purchasing a few items, she started to head back to the house. It was starting to get dark. She was dismayed when she realized the vehicle's headlights didn't work.
On the way back, she failed to take the correct route when the road forked. After driving a few minutes in the fading light, Mindy grew apprehensive. The road was starting to turn into more of a path and she realized she had taken the wrong turn. She managed to get the Range Rover turned around and retraced her tracks.
Anxious to get back before dark, Mindy was driving too fast with too little vision. When the antelope bounded in front of the jeep, she screamed, jammed on the brakes and yanked the wheel. The animal bounded away, avoiding a collision. Mindy and the Range Rover weren't as lucky.
Taken away
The Range Rover's right front had smashed into a large tree. Mindy had leaned away from the impact and was thrown through the open side of the vehicle. She landed hard on the dirt road and was knocked cold.
Mindy awoke groggily. She tried to remember where she was and why she was sitting in the middle of a road. It was dark now. She started to recall the events, then turned to look at her wrecked transportation. Steam and hiss rose from the crumpled hood.
She stood up slowly. Her left shoulder ached. She reached up with her right hand and felt the rip in the blouse at the shoulder. It felt like a scrape. She managed to rotate her arm so she knew it wasn't broken, just sore.
Mindy's heart was thumping from the post-accident adrenaline and from her situation. She figured she could walk back to the missionaries' house. She thought the fork in the road wasn't far away and once she got on the correct path she'd just walk until she got there.
She went to the Range Rover to retrieve her belongings. The impact had scattered things across the floorboard and the passenger seat. As she gathered things together, she got the feeling, an icy chill up her spine, that she was being watched.
Suddenly, she was surrounded by 10 natives. These men didn't look at all like the people in the village nor did they look like the children in her classroom. They were wearing loin cloths, carrying spears, clubs and machetes and their faces were painted with a variety of markings.
Mindy gasped and then screamed, her voice piercing the quiet jungle night.
One of the natives behind Mindy stepped forward and hooked his arm around her throat and slapped a hand across her mouth. She struggled and screamed again but the sound was muffled against his hand. Two of the natives came forward and grabbed her arms, then tied her wrists together with leather straps. Two more knelt before her. She tried to kick her legs but they soon grabbed her ankles and tied those together with a strap. A scrap of cloth was used to gag her mouth.
One of the natives produced a 6-foot long pole.
Mindy was wrestled to the ground and the pole was slipped between her bound hands and ankles. Two natives lifted the pole and Mindy. She was carried off into the pitch-black jungle.
Camp site
About every 15 minutes, the natives stopped and laid Mindy on the ground. She realized that kept her hands and feet from going numb because of a lack of circulation. The first time they stopped, Mindy realized that her skirt had slid up her thighs almost to her crotch. She tried to wiggle around so that her skirt moved down and didn't expose as much flesh.
She occasionally glanced at her watch; she estimated it was over 2 hours since the accident. Surely her missionary hosts knew she was missing. Would they alert someone to form a search party?
After another hour or so, the natives came to a clearing. A banked campfire glowed, giving some light to the area. There were some crude lean-tos scattered in a circle.
The two natives carrying Mindy laid her on the ground and removed the pole. A native put his hands under her armpits and lifted her to a standing position. He then dragged/carried her close to one of the lean-tos. He laid her down on an animal skin, grabbed her hands and tied them to a stake driven in the ground. He pulled down her gag and gave her a drink from a water pouch.
Given the chance to speak, Mindy started to beg and plead with her captors.
"Please, let me go. I didn't do anything wrong. Please don't hurt me."
The native responded by replacing the gag. He and his tribesman headed to the lean-tos and were soon asleep. Mindy, more exhausted than she realized, quickly fell into a deep and - thankfully for her -- dreamless sleep.
Bound and stripped
The bright African sunshine woke Mindy. For a moment, she forgot where she was and her predicament. But her bound hands and feet soon reminded her.
One of the natives noticed she was awake. He came over and untied her hands from the stake. He handed her a banana and some berries. Realizing she was famished, she made quick work of her breakfast.
Mindy saw that near the edge of the clearing, in the shade of a huge tree, several of the natives were hard at work with machetes, hacking away at sturdy tree branches they had brought to the camp site. Mindy couldn't quite make out what they were doing. But she soon found out.
The natives near the "construction site" called out to the native standing near Mindy. He picked her up and dragged/carried her towards the huge tree.
She saw that they had driven two of the tree branches into the ground about five feet apart and had lashed another branch across the top of the two support poles.
The native pulled a knife from the sheath at his waist and cut the bindings from Mindy's hands and feet. She was then led toward the structure. She noticed there were leather straps hanging from the two top corners and she started hyper ventilating. "My God," she thought, "what are they planning?"
She was made to stand between the poles. Two natives each bound one of her hands and two more bound her feet so that her legs were stretched about shoulder width apart. The way her hands were tied, her upper arms were about level with her shoulders.
Her gag was removed and Mindy again tried to talk her way out of her predicament.
"Please, please, let me go. ... what are you gonna do to me?"
She soon had her answer. One of the natives, apparently the leader, approached Mindy while the other nine natives stood back and observed.
Mindy was about 5-foot-8 and slender with long, muscular legs. She had swam competitively in college so her body was toned. Her breasts were a perfect size for her body, 36 c/d cup. Her hair was light brown; in sunshine it was almost a dark blonde.
The leader stood in front of Mindy. Like his fellow tribesmen, he was about 6-foot-3, sinewy and muscular. He reached out his hands and touched her hair, stroking it. Mindy tried to pull away but her restraints prevented much movement. His hands moved over her face, stroking the soft skin of her cheeks and her neck. His fingers moved over her soft, full lips. His touch was strong yet gentle.
The native noticed the rip in her blouse sleeve. Looking at it, he noticed the scrape she had received in the accident. He called out to one of the tribesman who tossed him a pouch. He reached into it and his fingers came out covered with a liquid. He rubbed it on the wound and Mindy immediately felt a cooling sensation.
The native tossed the pouch back to its owner and his hands returned to the ripped sleeve of Mindy's blouse. His strong hands grabbed the sides of the opening and ripped it lengthwise down her arm. The sound of the tearing cloth rang out like a gun shot.
"NOOOOO, stop. Don't," Mindy pleaded.
He continued tearing at the sleeve until it was pulled away from where it joined the shoulder of the blouse. He tossed the material to the ground.
His hands then quickly moved to her breasts, cupping them through her blouse.
"NOOOOO PLEAAAAAASE, don't do that, don't touch me," Mindy shrieked in protest.
The native cupped and fondled her full breasts, his thumbs brushing over the tips. The stimulation hardened her nipples and Mindy was surprised that they were responding to such unwanted manipulation.
He unsheathed his knife and Mindy's eyes widened in terror. He inserted the sharp tip in the other sleeve of her blouse and sliced a small slit near the shoulder. He drove the knife into one of the poles, freeing his hands. He grabbed the sleeve at the opening he had created and ripped it as he had done the other. Soon Mandy had a sleeveless blouse that was tattered at the shoulders.
His hands returned to her breasts, fondling them again but in a more possessive and demanding fashion. Again his thumbs moved over her hardened nipples and this time his fingers squeezed and tweaked her hardening buds.
Mindy's breathing was ragged and gasping, her heart felt as though it would explode out of her chest.
The native's hands moved to the neckline of her blouse. He looked her in the eyes and Mindy's eyes met his. She could see the lust and superiority in his gaze. He was in control.
His hands ripped her blouse open, the buttons flying off.
"AAAAIIEEEEAAAA, NOOOOOOOOO."
She was wearing a stretchy sports bra that hugged her twin mounds and somewhat flattened them. The native retrieved the knife from the pole and slipped it under the material between her breasts. Mindy looked down and saw the gleaming knife tip poke through the cloth.
"AAAWWWWW ... NOOOOOOO ... PLEASE."
The native pulled the blade away from her body and the sharp edge slowly sliced its way through the stretchy material, parting the sports bra as it moved upward. When the blade reached its destination, the bra was split open and it popped free, revealing her firm, ripe mounds for all to see.
The native stared in appreciation at the white captive's lovely breasts. If Mindy had looked down at him or at the other natives, she would have seen large hard cocks poking from their loin cloths.
The native took the knife tip and lightly teased around Mindy's nipples. She froze and her spine tingled at the stimulation and the danger. The tip circled her areolas, causing the flesh to goose bump. Her nipples became harder than ever as the knife tip lightly moved over the fleshy buds. The native bared his teeth in a feral smile and his breathing was heavy as he toyed with the captive.
Again the native drove the knife into the pole. He took a breast in each of his calloused, strong hands and started to fondle, stroke and caress the mounds. His thumbs flicked over the hard nipples, making them bounce. He grasped each nipple between his thumb and index finger, twirling the buds. He pulled her breasts up and out by the nipples, then released them, watching them bounce back into place.
He walked behind her and grasped her mounds from behind. As he did so, he thrust his hips against her lower back. She could feel his hard erection pressing against her as he continued to play with her breasts.
Mindy's sex life to this point had been normal. She wasn't a virgin but she wasn't a slut. She had enjoyed her sexual encounters in college but she had never been obsessed with sex. Now, though, she was feeling a heat building in her loins that she had never felt before. Being bound, helpless, having her blouse and bra stripped and cut away, the native's demanding hands on her breasts, his hard cock pressing against her ... her rational mind told her she was in grave danger but another part of her brain, the part she couldn't control, was reacting to the stimulations. As was her body.
"NGGANNAWMMMMWWWMMNNNNNN," she moaned/groaned as the native's hands covered and molded her breasts. She looked down and saw the stark color contrast of his black hands on her white mounds. She felt like she might feint.
He stopped toying with her breasts and stepped around in front of her again. Mindy's chest was heaving as she gasped for breath, her breasts quivering as the rose and fell. Her arousal plus the heat of the morning sun, even in the shade, was covering her upper body in a sheen of sweat. She could feel a drop of sweat run from the hollow of her neck, between her breasts and across her flat stomach. Her tattered blouse was sticking to her sweaty back.
Again, the native grabbed his knife. He pulled the waist band of her skirt away from her stomach and inserted the blade. Despite her arousal, Mindy's rational thought returned.
"NOOOOOOOO, GAAWWD, PLEASE STOP. Don't do that, PLEASE LEAVE ME ALONE."
The sharp blade did its job and sliced through the waist band into the material of her skirt. It slipped down her hips, revealing the top of her panties, which were cut like boys boxers.
The native repeated his actions ... Knife to the pole ... Hands to the clothing ... Grabbing the skirt where it had been parted by the knife, he grunted slightly and ripped it apart, through the hem. He dropped the ruined skirt to the ground.
"OOOOOOOOOHHHHHHH NOOOOOOOO, AAAWWWIIIIIEEEEE ... PLEASE STOP."
Her eyes were closed and her body was futilely tugging at her restraints. Her frantic movements caused her leg muscles to ripple and her breasts to bounce. She heard murmuring voices and opened her eyes.
The other natives who had been observing the scene were now standing, the loin cloths removed and they were all stroking their large, hard cocks. Her eyes widened and she felt her pussy quiver. "My God," she thought to herself, "I can't believe that I'm so aroused ... their cocks ... so big ... so hard."
The native's hand was moving over her torso, over her flat stomach, down over her upper thighs. His hands reached around and cupped her ass cheeks, squeezing and testing the muscled firmness through the thin, silky material of her panties.
The knife was in his hand again. He pulled one side of her panties away from her thigh and sliced through the flimsy material to the waist band. He repeated the action on the other leg. The wispy material floated away to the ground.
More explorations
Because of her swimming experience, Mindy had always kept her pubic hair trimmed neatly. She had a narrow hairline about half an inch in width and about an inch long just above her pussy lips.
The native noticed this and started stroking Mindy's soft, short bush. His index finger teased its way up and down across her hair, always stopping just above her cunt lips.
Mindy felt her hips rocking back and forth at this teasing stimulation. But she froze and went rigid when his probing finger suddenly slipped lower and inserted itself in her cunt hole.
"IIIIIIIIEEEEEAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHH," she screamed, her leg muscles tensing and thrusting herself on her tiptoes as she attempted to escape the finger invading her most private area.
Her pussy had other ideas. Mindy's cunt walls grasped the finger and her secretions increased. The native sawed his finger back and forth, finger fucking her in an efficient and erotic manner.
As his finger slid in and out, his thumb moved to the top of her slit. Her clit was beginning to respond to the arousal and was peeking out of its hood. His thumb started to rub that button of nerves and Mindy's lower body started to tremble.
When he used his jagged thumb nail to tease and then push against her hard clit, Mindy's body could no longer stand the stimulus. Her mind exploded at the thought she was about to orgasm.
"AAAAAA ... MMMMMMM AAAAA OOOOOOO MMMMMNNNNNGGGGGG."
She came, her body jerking, her breasts bouncing, her cunt gushing fluids onto the native's insistent hand. He continued to finger fuck her and tease her clit until her orgasm started to subside.
Mindy had never in her life felt that kind of orgasmic sensation. She felt as though her pussy had melted into something hot and liquidy. Her breasts quivered, her hard nipples and areolas puckered into twin caps on her upturned mounds.
She heard some moaning that was not coming from her mouth and opened her eyes. All 10 natives were jacking their hard cocks and two had reached the point of no return. As Mindy watched, they came, their thick white jism jetting through the air, landing near Mindy's feet.
Mindy was quite the sight. Strung up, legs spread, her pussy mound moist and her breasts heaving from her orgasm, her tattered blouse and sports bra far from concealing but enhancing her naked form.
The leader and another tribesman moved closer. Each took a firm breast in their hands and lowered their mouths. Mindy gasped as their hot lips encircled rock-hard nipples. Their tongues licked and twirled around those buds, slicking her areolas. They nipped at her erect nipples with their teeth, they sucked hard on her tit tips, pulling her breasts deep into their mouths.
"AAAAHHHHHHMMMMMMMMMMMMMM." Her body had not really come down from its orgasm and the two mouths on her mounds were stoking the fires again. Her pussy started to throb as her breasts were toyed with.
The leader broke away and walked behind her. The other native pushed both of her mounds together with his hands and licked back and forth across her nipples.
The leader stood behind Mindy, rubbing his hands over her firm butt. He crouched down slightly and his erect cock slipped between her butt cheeks. Her crack was slick with sweat and he pumped his cock up and down, slipping through her ass mounds and against the small of her back. He flipped her ruined blouse up and tucked it into the top of her blouse, exposing her smooth, arched back. He continued to stroke his cock up and down, his precum adding to the sweet friction of skin on skin.
Mindy felt his hot, hard cock, a warm rod of flesh rubbing against her ass and her back.
Neither the leader nor the native in front of Mindy had the proper angle needed to insert their cocks in either of her holes. The native in front of her fisted his cock and rubbed the swollen head over her pussy mound. His precum and her juices produced a squishy sound as he used his cock to push and probe against her slit. When he rubbed his big cock head over her clit, mashing it in a wet, hard manner, Mindy shuddered and felt a mini orgasm rippling through her cunt.
Mindy's moans, her quivering body, her pliant flesh were enough for both men. The leader continued to rub his rod against her ass crack until the cock, pointed upward against her back, started to spurt. Mindy felt the hot lava of his jism spurting against her back up to her shoulder blades.
The native in front of her, his sensitive cock head reacting to the contact with Mindy's shaved pussy mound, also started to spurt. He fisted his manhood and turned it upwards, spurting his love cream on Mindy's torso, onto her breasts. One glob landed on her right nipple and hung there before slowly sliding down her breast.
The leader said something and all of the natives approached Mindy. They cut her bindings, the remainder of her blouse and sports bra were pulled off. The leader grabbed Mindy and tossed her over his shoulder.
Laid down and laid
About 50 yards from the encampment was a pool created by a small stream. Following the leader as he carried Mindy, the group made its way to the water.
Once there, the leader waded into the pool until the water reached his waist. He then shrugged off his burden into the water.
Mindy landed with a splash and her head briefly went under water. She came up sputtering and shivering slightly in the cool water. But after her sweaty session that had included a cum bath, she felt good as the water cleansed her skin. Her pussy, which was still stimulated and on alert, tingled from the cool sensation.
Some of the natives had brought animal skins from the camp and they spread those out on the mossy ground near the pool's edge. Two of the natives waded into the pool, grabbed Mindy by the arms and dragged her out to the "bed."
Mindy's skin glistened from the water, her proud breasts were still capped by hard nipples. She was guided to the animal skins and pulled down. A native grabbed her hands and pulled her arms above her head, two others grabbed her ankles and spread her legs. She gasped and struggled but their grips were vise-like. It was useless.
Two natives laid down next to her and started with breast play. Their strong hands kneaded, flattened and molded her mounds before they attached their mouths to her nipples. Again, her mind marveled at how her body was responding as if it had a will of its own.
Another native crawled between her legs. His long, pointed tongue reached for her mound, licking around the top of her pussy slit and teasing her clit. Mindy's hips jerked and she thrust her mound toward his mouth. The combination of mouths on her breasts and pussy was too much for her to rationally handle. She had stopped thinking and was simply letting her body react.
The native eating her pussy slipped his strong tongue inside her slippery tunnel. It burrowed like a small animal. From deep in Mindy's throat came the sound that was either a groan or a growl.
His face covered with Mindy's pussy oil, the native stopped eating her cunt and got on his knees between his legs. He reached under her hips and lifted her off the ground, his hands grasping her firm butt cheeks. His cock was sticking straight out from his crotch. He leaned forward, lodging the swollen head of his rod in the entrance to Mindy's slit.
Her labia peeled back, exposing her dark pink inner walls. His cock flexed and slowly began to gain entrance. Slowly he inched the puffy purple head of his cock into Mindy's pussy.
"AAAAAHHHH ... MMMMMM ... GAAAAWWWD." Mindy's hips bucked as the cock slowly slipped inside her clenching pussy walls. When his cock was halfway inserted, he lost patience and thrust his hips forward, burying his rigid cock deep in her cunt.
"IIIEEEEEAAAAHHHHMMMMMMMGGGGGNNNNNNNNNNN."
Mindy had never had a cock that big and she felt like her womanhood was stuffed to capacity. Her pussy walls were slick and accommodated his fleshy rod but they also gripped it tightly.
The native liked the feeling of her pussy around his cock and he left it there for a few moments. Mindy could feel his shaft throbbing inside her cunt.
The two natives who had been toying with her breasts stopped to witness their fellow tribesman's conquest - his black hips against the white woman's thighs, his black pubic hair mashed against her pussy mound.
Then the native started to stroke his cock in and out of Mindy's slit, sawing it back and forth. He varied his thrusts - withdrawing halfway and then back for several strokes, then pulling his cock nearly all the way out until just his prick's swollen head was all that remained inside her tunnel. His strong hands gripped her hips. The tribesmen holding her ankles helped by keeping Mindy's lower body lifted off the ground.
The native continued to plow her pussy with his long, thick tool. The slick clinging walls of her cunt soon proved too much for him to take. With a low, guttural growl, he thrusted deep and his cock began to spurt his jizz deep in Mindy's body. She groaned as she felt his sperm splashing inside of her.
The native withdrew his semi-hard cock. It made an audible plop as it disengaged from Mindy's cum-filled pussy. The withdrawal left her cunt with an empty feeling but that was soon rectified.
Another well-hung native slipped in and his cock easily slid inside Mindy's cunt. She moaned, partly in surprise and partly in pleasure. This native pinned her ass down on the animal skins; the two natives holding her legs lifted them up and back toward her shoulders. This exposed her pussy completely and her new partner took full advantage by pile driving his cock deep in her opening.
No. 2 liked to work fast. His fucking was one speed and he pounded Mindy like a machine. She was gasping as his cock pistoned her pussy. With her legs folded back and his fuck position, she was like a bug pinned to a display board. Mindy had trouble breathing as the native's hips rocked back and forth, driving his cock deep with a steady rhythm.
With her body pinned, the two natives released her wrists from their grips. Instead, each guided one of her hands to their throbbing, erect cocks. They closed her hands around their shafts and guided her fingers up and down their pricks.
Mindy was beyond rational thought. Her body, her nervous system, was overwhelmed with sexual content. Her situation -- somewhere in an African jungle, stripped naked, the play toy of 10 well-hung and horny natives -- had pushed into a tiny corner of her mind. Her hands gripped the stiff, throbbing cocks of the two natives who had held her down and she willingly jacked them off. As her hands moved over their purple, swollen cock heads, she squeezed and was rewarded with their moans and two copious squirts of precum. She used that fluid to further slicken her hands' journey up and down their shafts.
The native plowing her pussy clenched his teeth, drove his rod as deep as it would go and he delivered his load in Mindy's pussy. His hot goo mixed with the previous cum load and Mindy's juices; his fucking had produced a combined lather that ringed her fuck hole like a white beard.
He pulled out and laid his cock against her mound. A few last spasms ejected his remaining sperm against Mindy's scrunched stomach. The sight of their fellow man's sexual success started a one-two cumming of the two cocks Mindy was stroking.
The cock in her left hand, which was curved upward like a scimitar, jerked first. His jizz trajectory tracked in an arc before plopping across Mindy's face and air. Her eyes and been closed but they popped open in surprise as the warm, salty cum splattered across her face. One gob landed on her lips. Her altered state was evident as she didn't hesitate to lick the salty jizz into her mouth. Her body shuddered at the taste.
Mr. Right Hand benefitted from his buddy's cum. Mindy's hand had tightened around the still-loaded shaft when the other cock had spewed its contents. On an up stroke, her thumb rubbed over the slickened head of his rod and that sensation had pushed him over the edge. He closed his eyes, stiffened his body and for a few seconds clenched his groin to hold off his orgrasm for as long as possible.
When he relaxed and let go, his prick erupted like a fire hose. His jizz fired out in thick streams with almost no pause between the spurts. Instead of an arc like the previous prick's trajectory, this time the sperm took a straight line and spattered over her upper body. His jizz was thick and hot and splotched her neck, chest and her upturned breasts capped by her rock hard and throbbing nipples.
Mindy's reaction again was out of character but to her seemed appropriate. Her hands left the drained pricks and started to rub the goo into her breasts like it was the finest body cream. Her thumbs flicked over her slickened nipples, stimulating those pleasure buds and making her hips lurch.
It was evident to the natives that Mindy was deep inside a sexual pleasure zone and she was theirs to enjoy.
Mindy felt their hands on her arms and legs. They flipped her on her stomach and pushed her on her hands and knees. Her head was forced down on the animal skin so that her ass was sticking up.
Another native, this one with a cock that was fatter and not as long, kneeled behind Mindy. Her pussy lips were a dark pink from arousal and the mixture of cum and her juices was smeared from her mound to her asshole. The native took his hand and wiped over her mound, collecting a handful of goo. He rubbed it on both of her firm ass cheeks, massaging their firm mounds and then loudly slapping each cheek. The natives chuckled as Mindy's ass jiggled as it was slapped.
He then fisted his rod and held it against her pussy. He rubbed it up and down her slit, from her ass bud to her clit, the thick swollen head leaving a trail of fresh precum like a snail's trail.
Satisfied with his preparations, he wedged his wide prick bulb inside Mindy's labia. Her pussy walls started to throb and grasp in anticipation of a new partner.
Mindy had never done doggy and when his cock slipped inside her cunt walls, the different sensation caused her to gasp. His thrusts rocked against her ass, his hips slapping against her butt cheeks and his loaded ball slack slapped against her soggy crotch.
This native seemed content to take his time. He was fucking her hard and insistently but his strokes were long and deep and measured.
Another native was less impatient. He kneeled in front of Mindy, grabbed her head on each side of her ears and pulled her up so that her lips were in line with his cock.
Mindy was face to face with a menacing 10-incher. She had sucked a few partners but always in the dark. She had never seen an erect prick up close like this. She could see the veins in his black shaft. His bulbous cock head was a dark purple and to Mindy looked huge. She knew he wanted her to suck his cock but she wasn't all that sure she could fit it in her mouth.
He thrust his hips forward and his cock smeared its precum over Mindy's full, soft lips. The sensation of his prick head against something that felt so soft and smooth made him shiver. With one hand gripping the back of her head, the other grabbed his rod and rubbed his prick back and forth over Mindy's lower face, his precum seeping out as he went. The salty fluid coated her lips and chin.
He aimed his cock head at her mouth and pushed against her lips. Mindy knew what he wanted. Again, her sexual feelings canceled out anything else. After tasting the native's cum earlier, she realized she liked the taste and wanted more. Her pink tongue slipped between her lips and started licking the natives bulging cock head.
Looking down, seeing the white woman's tongue lapping at his prick head, the native groaned at the color contrast of her lips and tongue against his black shaft.
The native drilling her behind had a decent view as his fellow tribesman's cock was serviced. He continued his languid pace, sawing his thick prick in and out of Mindy's clinging fuck tunnel.
The native wanted more than just a lick job. Again, he fisted his prick and started to push against Mindy's mouth. One of the fuck strokes from behind her hit a sensitive spot in her pussy and Mindy gasped. The prick at her mouth slipped in to the back of her throat and Mindy had to fight the gag reflex.
"NGAAANNNNGGGGHHHH" she gurgled as the man meat filled her mouth. Mindy tried to maneuver her tongue around the head and shaft. Her soft lips were o-ringed around his prick and her perfect teeth were barely touching his cock flesh. The native began to slowly pull his cock out until just the thick head was inside her mouth. A small squirt of precum filled Mindy's mouth with its salty fluid. She gulped it down and her tongue began to swath what was still in her mouth. She was rewarded with more precum.
For support, Mindy placed one of her hands on the native's muscular thighs. That slightly changed the angle of the attack for the native doggy fucking her. He groaned in pleasure and slightly increased his stroke speed.
Her free hand, almost of its own will, came up and started stroking the shaft in her mouth. With just the head in her mouth, Mindy's hand had plenty to stroke. Her smooth skin rubbed up and down the rock-hard shaft. She could feel its bumps and the swollen veins. Her mouth started sucking on the prick head and her tongue was bathing the head with a combination of saliva and precum. Her full breasts jutted from her chest; they were still gleaming from their sperm bath.
The slurping sounds of the Mindy's blow job and the squishing sounds of her cunt being fucked from behind seemed excessively loud in the quiet of the jungle clearing. Her two partners were grunting as they enjoyed opposite ends of their white captive. The other natives surrounded the threesome, stroking the hard cocks and anticipating their turns.
The native behind her watched as her white hand stroked the long shaft that was fucking her mouth. He started to pick up the pace as he felt his ball sack tense for its upload. With a growl, he slammed deep inside Mindy. That caused her to groan around the prick in her mouth, a sensation that increased the pleasure for that native.
The cock in Mindy's pussy was so wide she felt as though a telephone pole had been driven between her legs. Lodged deep inside her clingy fuck tube, the native's cock began to lurch and fire its seed. He kept his prick in place as the jizz started to spurt, then he continued to stroke Mindy's pussy as his balls were emptied. Mindy's cunt was unable to handle it all and globs of cum seeped out from her labia, dribbling down her thighs and plopping on the animal skin below.
Mindy's support hand moved up to caress the native's wrinkled ball sack. It felt like he had two Titleists concealed inside his scrotum. Mindy hefted them in wonder as her other hand stroked his rod and her mouth serviced what was left.
The white woman's smooth hand and gentle caressing of his sack was too much. Grabbing Mindy's head with both hands, he thrust his prick as far as it would go, mashing Mindy's nose and mouth against his sweaty crotch and his curly back pubic hair.
Mindy had a brief reuniting with reality. His cock was slipping into the top of her throat and she seriously thought she would choke. She fought the gag reflex but the clenching of those muscles only enhanced the native's experience. His butt muscles clenched and he came.
His load splashed against the back of Mindy's throat and she tried to swallow. The thick, salty cum slowly slid down her gullet. As the next waves hit, she was better able to gulp down his man juice.
The native's prick and balls were jerking and twitching. He pulled back until about half of his cock was in her mouth as the jizz continued to spew. Mindy was now able to taste and swallow his cum as she continued to suck while one hand stroked his lower shaft and her hands felt his balls convulsing to eject their contents.
He dropped his grip from her head and pulled back, his cock exiting her hot mouth with a plopping sound. Her hand continued to stroke his still hard prick and a few final shots splattered across her face and lips. Her tongue eagerly licked what it could reach. Her fingers scooped up what they could find and she licked those clean.
Ten ever-hard pricks and one woman made for a long afternoon. The natives were insatiable and never tired of Mindy's lithe body. She was fucked several times in the familiar positions but also was made to straddle a native who was on his back and suck another native as she rode that prick. She couldn't keep track of who had fucked her, who she had sucked and who she had jerked off.
By early afternoon, the orgy was over. Mindy's body was cum splattered, her hair matted with sweat and jizz. Her pussy was pleasantly sore and worn out from the stretching and the pounding.
The last native to satisfy himself had doggy fucked her. When he came and deposited his load, he pulled out. Mindy collapsed in a heap on the animal skins, half on her belly, half on her side. Her legs were split and her pussy was pulsating. A steady trickle of jizz and her cunt juices were exiting her slit and wetting a spot on the animal skins.
She heard splashing and realized the natives were in the nearby pool of water. The native put his hands under her arm pits and dragged her to and into the water.
Mindy's body was so hot and sweaty that she thought there might be a hissing sound when she encountered the cool water. She dunked herself for a few seconds and felt the water cleansing her skin. All her nerve endings felt raw and hyper sensitive.
She stood up and ran her hands through her wet hair. The motion caused her full breasts to pull up in a provocative manner. When she opened her eyes, 10 pairs of eyes were staring at her.
Even after what she had been through, Mindy felt self-conscious. These men had captured, her stripped her, raped her, turned her into their play thing.
She stood there, droplets of water running from her hair, over her face and over her upthrust breasts. She looked down at herself. Her nipples seemed to be in a perpetual state of arousal, jutting from her areolas.
Ignoring the 10 natives who were sharing her bath, Mindy started to rub her hands over her body, making sure that any jizz remaining was washed away. Her hands moved over her breasts, gently kneading them and flicking her hard buds. She shuddered at the sensation and felt naughty to be putting herself on display.
She reached down between her legs, which were underwater, and massaged her pussy mound. Even in the cool water, her cunt felt ... warm. "What I have become?" her mind wondered. "I seem to be turned on and wanting even more."
The naked natives began leaving the pool; their pricks were mostly soft but a few had erections after watching Mindy bathe herself. The leader motioned for her to get out.
When she stepped out, she felt a squishy sensation. She looked down in surprise; she was still wearing her running shoes.
"Maybe I should make a break for it," she wondered. Her next thought: "But where? And naked and lost, even if I get away, how will I survive?"
The leader grabbed her arm. Two of the natives gathered up the animal skins that had served as the epicenter of the orgy. The group headed back to the camp. The natives started to pack up. The leader handed Mindy her torn blouse. She was surprised when he wrapped her ripped skirt around her hips and secured it around her waist with a cord. It was ripped from hem to top and was little more than a large loin cloth but she was thankful to be covered. She put on her now-sleeveless blouse. No buttons, so she tied it under her breasts.
The tribesman started off down a narrow path with Mindy in the middle of the single file. "Were they taking me back?" she wondered. She had no way of knowing that instead of back to civilization, they were heading deeper into the African jungle.
The village people
As the group moved along twisting jungle trails, Mindy realized that they weren't headed toward the village. The heat, humidity and the trek caused Mindy to sweat but she realized she had a chill under her skin as her mind raced with thoughts of what would happen to her next.
Finally, after several hours, they reached a small village. As their fellow natives approached, about 10 males and an equal number of females emerged from huts or from the surrounding jungle. It seemed like all the natives were talking at once as they gathered and gazed at the stranger in their midst.
Then three females approached Mindy, took her by her wrists and led her to the largest hut. The females were all of similar height. They wore loin cloths but their breasts were bare. The tallest woman had small breasts with prominent nipples and a flat stomach. The other two were a bit shorter and chubbier with fuller breasts.
Once inside, they had Mindy sit on a crude stool. Two of the women supported Mindy as she was forced to lean back. The third woman started pouring water over Mindy's head and hair. There was a faint flowery smell to the water. The woman massaged Mindy's scalp and hair, smoothing it and combing it with her fingers. Mindy had to admit that it felt good to have her hair clean.
The two women supporting Mindy then pulled her to a sitting position, her wet hair shining and dripping water. One of the women knelt at Mindy's feet and removed her shoes and socks. The women then pulled Mindy to her feet.
The trio surrounded Mindy. The only sound was the faint plops of water from her hair landing on the packed dirt floor. One of the native women reached out and started to stroke the smooth skin of Mindy's arm. Another moved her hand to Mindy's face, her index finger tracing along her jaw line, her cheek and then across her full lips.
Mindy realized her heart rate was picking up, as was her breathing. She wasn't sure what was going to happen but after her orgy in the jungle with the 10 native men, she realized a deep, dark part of her brain was telling her that even though she was with three females that there was sexual tension filling the hut. It was late afternoon, and the hut was semi-dark, adding to the atmosphere.
The woman in front of Mindy reached for the knot holding her blouse together just above her stomach. Mindy's hands reached for the woman's hands to try and prevent her from loosening the knot. While that tussle went on, a second woman loosened the cord holding her ripped skirt. She pulled it away and the skirt fell to the ground.
Mindy gave a slight gasp. The woman tugging at the knot finally got it free and the women pulled her blouse off. Mindy stood naked in front of the three women. Her breasts were rising and falling as the pace of her breathing picked up. The native women's eyes roamed over Mindy's body and their breathing also was becoming more rapid.
One of the women walked away and then returned with a log about 18 inches long and six inches wide. It had been hollowed out and Mindy could see it was filled with some sort of liquid. Another woman dipped her index finger into the liquid and then rubbed it across Mindy's lips before forcing the finger in her mouth.
The substance smelled of coconut, a bit more pungent and with a faint hint of flowery or juice-like sweetness. After a few seconds, Mindy's lips and tongue started to feel warm and tingly. It was if the nerve endings had been exposed and were being stimulated in a pleasant way. The third woman took a handful of the liquid; Mindy could see that it had a viscous quality, gooey and drippy. The woman started rubbing the stuff on Mindy's hair, slicking it down and straight back. The warm, tingly sensation started across her scalp.
Both women then started rubbing the liquid over Mindy's body, massaging it in. It was more slippery than sticky and as the women's hands glided over Mindy's skin, it became more liquid and slick. And where the stuff was applied, her skin started to hum a delectable tune. Her skin felt warm and hypersensitive as the women's hands moved over her arms and back.
The woman who had been working on her hair soon joined her companions. Three sets of hands were working the concoction onto Mindy's body. They were paying particular attention to Mindy's breasts. As their hands slipped and slid over her mounds, they pushed and flicked the erect nipples, which were being pushed over into Mindy's tit flesh before returning to their upright position once a hand or finger passed over.
Mindy looked down at her body and her skin seemed to be glowing as it was oiled. Her nipples had become thimble-sized, the areolas were puckered and pushing out, creating hard, puffy points at the end of her breasts. She watched as the women's hands pushed and pulled at her boobs, teasing the tit tips, rolling and twirling the hard nubs of her nipples.
That stimulation would have been pleasing enough but the substance was activating nerve ends that Mindy didn't know existed. Her breasts were throbbing with pleasure as they heaved with her heavy breathing.
The hands were everywhere -- her butt, her legs, the insides of her thighs. One of the women knelt at Mindy's feet, grabbed her ankles and made her stand with her feet more than shoulder width apart. Her slit was thus exposed, and the other two women were soon rubbing and massaging her cunt mound with the stimulating goo.
One of the women's fingernails raked over Mindy's clit causing her to gasp at the suddenness of her orgasm.
"AAAGGGHH ... GAAAHHHHHHHHHAAARRRRRRRGGGGGGGGHHHHHHHHH!!!!"
Mindy's legs were shaking and weak. With her feet spread, she felt like she was about to collapse. The woman who had been at her feet was now behind Mindy. She put her arms around the girl, just below her breasts, and pulled her close. Mindy could feel two hard nipples pressing against her back and the woman's profuse curly bush pushing against her full, firm ass cheeks.
"When did they get naked?" she wondered.
The other two women were now sucking on Mindy's breasts. Each woman had the hard nub of a nipple between their teeth and their strong and agile tongues were whipping over the smooth-skinned tips of the pleasure buds.
Normally, Mindy would have been shocked and would have tried to push the women away. But after the orgasm she felt as though she was on a cloud or having an out-of-body experience. Her mind didn't seem to give a damn what went on as long as the sexual stimulus continued.
The two women finally pulled away from Mindy's breasts. The woman holding her moved her hands up and covered the tits, massaging and mashing them in a delightful fashion. The woman was also rubbing her crotch against Mindy's ass and her front against her back. Mindy's slickened skin made the contact highly erotic.
Mindy noticed the other two women had busied themselves by rubbing the mixture on each other; their ebony skin started talking on a glow. Finished with each other, they moved to their partner and prepped her with the rubdown oil. Now all four women had skin that was stimulated, warm and slippery to the touch.
The three native women encircled Mindy and executed what could best be described as a three-person stripper slide. The natives were sliding their bodies over Mindy, their hands on her breasts, her firm ass and slipping between her swollen and slippery pussy lips.
Mindy's eyes were closed and she moaned at the stimulation overload that her body was feeling. She'd never had any thoughts of "being with a woman" but now here were three native women in the middle of Africa making her feel as never before.
One of the women picked up the board with the mixture while the other two led Mindy over to a pile of animal skins. "This looks familiar," she thought to herself, recalling her sexual marathon near the jungle pool earlier in the day. The women pulled Mindy down and two took up a position on each side of her while the other knelt between her legs.
More of the delightful mixture was being spread by three pairs of hands, slicking Mindy's skin with light touches where needed but other touches were more demanding and caused her to writhe as the pleasure was building.
The women flanking Mindy leaned in and each took a nipple in their mouths. She gasped and arched her back at the sensuous feel of two feminine mouths and tongues teasing her erect nubs.
The woman between her legs rubbed her hands slowly up the inside of Mindy's thighs until they reached her slit. Then her thumbs, starting at the top of her pussy, slipped inside her vaginal lips and slowly moved downward, peeling her labia apart to reveal her coral colored walls of her pussy. That sensation caused her hips to thrust upward.
The woman at her left side moved her mouth from Mindy's breast, kissing and licking its way up her chest and neck until she arrived at Mindy's mouth. Her hand grasped Mindy's chin and turned it toward her full, soft lips for a kiss. The native tongue quickly invaded the warm, wet cave of their playmate's mouth and it flicked back and forth against Mindy's tongue.
The woman between her legs admired the splayed open pussy with its glistening pink lips. Her right index finger, starting at the bottom of Mindy's slit, traced a full circle around the rim of her vagina before slowing inserting it into Mindy's tight tunnel.
"MMMMMMMAAAAAHHHHH." Mindy had to break away from the kiss, her head rolling back and forth at the sensation of the woman's strong finger sawing in and out and side to side to expand the hole it was penetrating. She then added her middle finger and her thumb expertly moved to the top of Mindy's cunt to rub and tease her pearl-like clit.
Mindy body arched off the ground, only her shoulders and her feet supporting her body.
"OOOOOOOHHHHHH FFFUCCCCCCCCCKKKKK." Mindy growled deep in her throat as she reacted to yet another, even stronger orgasm. When she finally crested, her body quivering and her muscles straining, she collapsed to the ground. Her three companions softly stroked her skin. The woman between her legs cupped her still-throbbing mound, the woman still at her side softly stroked her thrusting breasts. The woman who had been kissing her softly kissed her check and then moved to her ear where she nipped the earlobe. She whispered a few sentences in her native language that Mindy, of course, had no clue as to the meaning.
She was about to find out.
Orgy night
It was nearing evening and the women led Mindy to the entrance but before they stepped outside they stopped. The women fastened two leather straps around her ankles, two around her wrists and two on her upper arms just below her shoulders. Each strap had a loop.
"Gawd, are they gonna string me up again?" Mindy thought as she was led out into the gathering darkness.
A huge bonfire was blazing in the middle of the village. Mindy was led to where all the other natives were gathered. She could see that the men and the women all had oiled, glowing skin.
Mindy was not surprised to see that the men all were sporting erections. She felt her skin goose bumping and her breathing increase as her mind started to race with what her role would be.
She soon found out. Two men grabbed the loops at her shoulders, two others grabbed the ones at her wrists and two others did the same at her ankles.
"AAAHHH, oooohhhh," Mindy cried as suddenly she was lifted by all six and she found herself looking up at the night sky. Her legs were being pulled apart and a native was moving between her legs. His erect cock easily slipped into Mindy's cunt, eliciting a deep groan/growl from her throat.
As the man's rock hard cock began to slip and slide in her pussy, the people holding Mandy by the straps started to gently rock her back and forth as the man's strong hips thrusted in his fuck motion. Mindy closed her eyes and felt like she was floating; the only thing keeping her tethered to terra firma were the straps and her partner's throbbing phallus.
As many natives as could fit gathered around Mindy. She felt hands all over her body, it felt like her every inch of her skin was being touched, fondled, massaged. Her thrusting breasts got the most attention. With the oily mixture's help, the hands were sliding across her skin like skates on ice.
Mindy's head lolled back; the two men holding the shoulder straps started rubbing their cocks against her greased-down hair, then moved their rods to her lips. Mindy could feel the business end of the two pricks, could taste the "love potion" mixture the natives had applied. Her tongue snaked out and she licked the two swollen cock heads that rested on her lips.
The native who was fucking her was quickly stimulated to the point of orgasm and Mindy could feel his hot semen jetting inside. The feeling was pleasant but she felt nowhere near coming. When he pulled out his cock, Mindy felt herself being carried to the other side of the fire. There was a contraption with four posts.
The men carrying her reached up and attached the loops to hooks. Another strap was slipped under her back just above her ass and also connected. She was suspended on her back and there was enough support that she didn't feel discomfort.
One of the natives whose cock had been on her mouth stepped close to her face and grabbed her head between his hands. He bent her head back so he could slip his cock inside her mouth. This upside down blow job was distinctly different for Mindy but she had no problem servicing his cock.
Another native stepped between her legs and slipped his cock into her slippery pussy. He began humping with strong thrusts, anchored by the fact his feet were on the ground and he had plenty of leverage. He grasped Mindy's hips and pounded back and forth as she swayed in the "sex swing."
The villagers, men and women, still surrounded her, their hands exploring every inch of her body. Two mouths fastened to her breasts, sucking, licking and nipping her rock-hard nipples. As she was given an inverted blowjob, she couldn't see who was suckling her tits but it felt like a soft mouth of a female and a more demanding mouth of a male.
As the native fucking her rocked his cock in and out of her hot channel, one of the native women used her finger to tease and stimulate Mindy's pleasure bud at the top of her filled slit. That sent the captive sex toy over the top. Mindy's body tensed from her toes to her head -- as much as she could move her head with a cock buried deep in her oral cavern. She gurgled and moaned around the turgid, throbbing cock as her orgasm spasmed through her body. Her vaginal walls closed and gripped the cock that had helped bring her off and the native felt the velvety grip of her slick, hot glove. He thrust as deep as he could, his balls slapping against Mindy's ass as his load of jizz spurted deep inside her vagina. The woman teasing her clit continued to abuse it with hard rubs that kept Mindy's lower body shivering as if she was in a deep freeze.
The man in her mouth started to cum and after a deep spurt he yanked his cock out and laid it across Mindy's chin. It continued to fire off semen strings that landed on her breasts and upper chests. Mindy lifted her head and saw two women lapping up the cum off her breasts and skin.
More of the stimulating oil was being dribbled on her torso, crotch and upper thighs and what felt like dozens of hands were massaging the fragrant liquid into her skin.
A native gripped her left breast and gently squeezed it so the tip and its protruding bud was easily accessed. With his other hand, he gripped his cock and rubbed the swollen head over the slickened and hard nipple. He continued to tease and prod Mindy's breast and nipple with his cock head, causing her to moan at the sensation.
"AAAHHHHGGGAAA ... GAAAAWWDDD."
The man was jacking his foreskin and hearing the captive's yelp of pleasure fired his orgasm. He released her breast and spurted his load of love juice over that mound, covering it like syrup on a scoop of ice cream.
Yet another cock was slipping inside her cunt and as best as she could she thrust her lower body toward the man's crotch. She felt a strong hand turning her head to her right and her mouth was presented with yet another cock that needed attention.
As she handled what was becoming a familiar and pleasurable assault at both ends of her writhing body, she felt her ass cheeks being pulled apart. A native, his finger coated with the oil, started pushing against her tight little sphincter. Mindy's body tensed and she tried to wriggle away from the unfamiliar and unwelcome intrusion but there was no escape. The native slowly sawed his finger in and out, twisting it back and forth as he sought to stretch her anal canal. The stimulation and lubrication of the oil helped him gain ground and with one aggressive thrust his thick finger popped in to the second knuckle.
With the cock in her mouth effectively gagging her, Mindy could only protest with a deep throated groan and gurgling noise. The native who was fucking her could feel her vaginal canal slightly contract as the finger in her ass crowded the space between the two channels. His cock thrust forward and let out an animal growl as he added his load of sperm to Mindy's sloppy slit. Cum was dripping down from her vagina to her ass crack and the native used his free hand to spread it over her ass and around her asshole, adding to the lubrication.
And yet another man's cock slipped in and started pounding away at the white woman's cunt. Mindy was surprised that the finger sawing away in her ass had become pleasurable and another cock in her pussy was helping her climb to another orgasm.
The cock in her mouth soon started to ejaculate; this native preferred his cum be swallowed and he kept his cock in Mindy's mouth, his hands holding her head so she couldn't pull away. The salty jizz poured deep across her mouth and into her throat as she gulped to keep from choking.
After the cock withdrew from her mouth, Mindy again lifted her head and saw two women sucking and licking her breasts, their agile tongues teasing and flicking her sensitive and erect nipples. Another woman was again rubbing her clit; she was using her thumb and index finger to lightly twist it and stimulate it in a manner Mindy had not experienced.
Again, the overwhelming sensations sent Mindy to the edge of another orgasm. And when the cock in her cunt again slammed against her crotch and unloaded another hot load of cum, the objective was achieved.
This time there was no cock in her mouth. "CUUUUMMMMMING ... MYYYY GAAAAWDDDDD ... SOOOOO GOOD. WHAT ARE YOU DOING TO ME? ... CUMMMMINGGGGG."
Mindy never lost consciousness but she faded into a sensual fog where all that mattered was how her body felt like it was composed of tingling nerve endings. Hard cocks kept plowing into her swampy pussy, a finger was constantly diddling her ass hole and her mouth serviced cock after cock. She had no concept of time; all she knew that it was night, some 24 hours after her accident and being captured by the 10 natives.
Finally, her playmates were sated. As the natives pulled away, Mindy hung in her bindings, breathing heavily. Her tongue licked around her lips which had a coating of sperm from the multiple blow jobs she had delivered. Her full breasts, flattened because of her being on her back, were capped by her ever- erect nubs and her bosom heaved as she tried to get her breath and come down from her body being used as a sexual instrument.
Several natives helped release her from the "sex swing" and she got to her feet. Her legs were rubbery and she took a stumbling step. She felt a strong arm encircle her waist. It was the leader of the group that had captured her. He looked down at her and smiled and started to lead her toward the hut where the women had bathed her before the outdoor orgy.
They entered the hut and the native offered Mindy a gourd filled with water. She gulped it down, not realizing how thirsty she was. The native was naked as he had partaken of the sex party and cum several times. He led Mindy to the back of the hut to an area of the floor covered with animal skins. He gestured for her to lay down.
She realized she was exhausted and quickly lay down on her side, facing the hut's wall. The man laid down next to her, draping his arm around her and spooning her in a tender manner. Mindy found it comforting and snuggled against her partner. She was soon asleep.
Twice during the night, Mindy awoke to the native asserting his need for more sex. Each time, she found herself on her back with his mouth feasting on her breasts, his mouth and lips going back and forth between the hard nipples. For their first coupling, he knelt between her legs and fucked her missionary style. Her mind made a silent joke about the irony of being taken in that position. The next time, he urged Mindy on her hands and knees and inserted his large, impatient cock from behind. After he came in her a second time, they both collapsed back on to the animal skins and returned to sleep.
Another day dawns
Mindy slept the sleep of the dead but for the two times she had been awakened and fucked. She woke up and rolled over and noticed she was alone in the hut.
She stood up and started walking toward the door and sunlight. She almost forgot that she was naked; two days before the idea of walking around nude would have been dismissed as lunacy but her day of sex had changed her thoughts about her body. Still, she hesitated to venture out wearing nothing. She looked around and noticed her tattered blouse hanging on a poll; her torn and ruined skirt was nowhere to be found. Mindy put on her blouse and again tied it in a not above her belly. "Better than nothing at all," she thought.
She walked outside and noticed several of the women busying themselves at chores. One of her three companions during her lesbian encounter noticed she had emerged. The woman ducked into a nearby hut and came out with a loin cloth similar to the ones worn by the other women.
Mindy realized two things -- she was famished and her skin felt awful; after all, she had not only been rubbed down by the "magic" oil she had also received dozens of cum shots. She reached up and to touch her hair and it almost felt crusty.
The woman seemed to read Mindy's mind. She took her hand and led her to a low table that had several kinds of fruit. She gobbled down a couple of bananas and some berries. After the quick breakfast, the woman led Mindy down a path for a few hundred yards until they came to a small river. The woman sat down on a large, smooth boulder and gestured with her hand toward the water. Mindy dropped her loin cloth and peeled off her blouse and waded in.
The water was cool and delightful; Mindy flashed back to her dips in the pool where she had been thoroughly fucked by the raiding party. When she was about waist deep, she knelt and dunked her head and torso under the surface. She ran her hands through hair and it felt clean again. Then she rubbed her hands over her body, scooping up water to help wash her skin of the orgy residue.
When she felt clean, she glanced over at the native woman sitting on the rock. She was smiling and then motioned for Mindy to leave the river. She was handed her blouse and loin cloth. Her skin was still wet and the shirt stuck and outlined her breasts as she again tied the knot what was left of the garment did what it could to conceal her firm mounds.
The woman led Mindy back to the hut where she had spent the night. When she entered, the native who had led the raiding party -- she had come to think of him as the head of the tribe -- was waiting with another native. As her eyes adjusted from the sunlight to the semi-darkness, Mindy could tell that this native was younger than the other men she had encountered. He was tall but lankier, not as muscular. She guessed he was a teenager and her curiosity was aroused.
The man gestured for Mindy to come closer. Then he pointed at the younger native and said, "Dikembe." Then he pointed to Mindy. His index finger of his right hand moved in and out of the circle made by the index finger and thumb of the other. Then his right index finger pointed at the other man and wagged back and forth while shaking his head.
Even with the crude sign language, Mindy figured out that the teenager was still a virgin. The man could see the recognition and smiled. Then he pointed at Mindy and the other man before moving his fingers together until they touched.
He then turned and left the hut.
The stories of the young white woman - her capture, the raiding party having its way with her, the orgy of the night before -- had quickly spread through the village. Dikembe was excited and honored that the chief was allowing him to take this rare prize and lose his virginity is such an usual fashion. He was also glad for the privacy afforded him in the community hut.
He slowly approached Mindy, who instinctively took a step or two back before his strong hand reached out and grabbed her wrist. Then just inches separated them and he towered over her, a good half foot taller.
Both his hands moved to her head he ran his fingers through her still damp hair, pulling through several tangles that forced Mindy's head back and caused her to make tiny yelps of pain.
His hands moved down to her face, lightly rubbing over her skin, his thumbs rubbing her cheek bones and then moving to her full lips. An index fingers traced over her lips and then he tried to force it into her mouth. She clenched her teeth, but his hand moved back to grab her hair and yank her head back. The finger returned and this time she complied, his digit moving inside her warm mouth, rubbing over her tongue. Dikembe was inexperienced with a woman but he had been taught that men were to be obeyed.
He took half a step back and his hands moved down to cover her breasts, rubbing them through her nearly ruined blouse. Mindy was starting to breath heavily. The idea of being a man's first woman had worked its way into her thoughts and the idea of that was exciting her. Plus, his hands molding and shaping her breasts did feel wonderful. He was both possessive and tender as he kneaded her mounds, his thumbs flicking over her hardening nipples as they poked against the material. She shuddered as the breast play sent messages along her nerve endings to her crotch; she could feel her pussy was heating up and getting wet.
Dikembe walked behind her and cupped her breasts from behind and thrust his groin against Mindy's back; she could feel his hard cock through his loin cloth. His hands then slipped down over her torso and reached the knot that held up her loin cloth; he deftly loosened. He then moved his hands to the bottom part of her blouse where there was a slight tear in the hem. Grabbing the material there, he yanked his hands in opposite directions. The blouse ripped halfway up Mindy's back and she gasped and moaned. His hands moved higher and continued ripping and tearing the only part of her civilized existence she had still possessed. Soon her breasts were bare and there was just a pathetic strip of her collar hanging around her neck. He brushed that away and turned Mindy around to face him.
He pulled is loin cloth down and his erect cock leapt out, pointing straight out like a spear. She noticed that it wasn't the biggest native cock she had encountered but it was far from insignificant.
Dikembe pulled her over to the animal skin bed where she had spent the previous night with the chief. He pushed her down on her back and then laid next to her. His mouth fastened on her right breast, his tongue eagerly flicking over the hard bud of her nipple. His other hand was toying with her other mound, his fingers pulling and twisting the nipple.
His free hand reached for the knot holding her loin cloth and worked at it until it came free and he flipped the cloth open, exposing his partner's lower body.
Mindy moved her hand between their bodies to grasp his throbbing cock. He moaned with pleasure as her hand stroked the shaft and squeezed the bulbous cock head. The sensation of a hand other than is own on his cock was too much for the youngster. Despite his efforts to hold back, his dick exploded with a large load of cum that was delivered in what seemed like never-ending spurts that covered most of Mindy's stomach and thighs.
Dikembe rolled to his back and groaned in frustration, cutting loose with some native phrases Mindy didn't understand. She felt bad that her wandering hand had led to his premature ejaculation.
Despite his orgasm, his cock was still erect, though it was laying against his thigh instead of pointing straight up. Mindy got on her knees, grabbed his shaft and leaned forward to lick the head of his cock. Dikembe's body shuddered as he felt her soft, warm lips and tongue laving his cock head. Her hand stroked up and down the shaft as she sucked and licked. He groaned and his hands tangled in her hair, holding her head steady as she attended to his stiffening member.
Satisfied with her reclamation project, Mindy let his prick plop free of her lips and laid back on the animal skins, her legs splayed open and her pink gash ready and inviting. Dikembe quickly scrambled between her legs. On his knees, he grabbed her hips and lifted her and Mindy helped by grabbing his cock and guiding it to her opening. With the head of his cock lodged just inside her pussy, he wasted no time. He thrust his groin forward while pulling Mindy's hips toward his. His erect cock speared and split her. "MMMMMMMGAAAAHHHHAAAAA."
Despite cumming just a few minutes before, Dikembe had the advantage of youthful recovery and enthusiasm. His hips were almost a blur as he pumped his cock in and out of the velvety and slippery glove that enveloped his cock. Mindy's back arched and her body was bridged between her shoulders and her partner's thrusting prick.
Dikembe's eyes were shut as he enjoyed the sensations of his first fuck. Mindy, though, was taking it all in -- she watched his thick, dark cock plunging in and out of her snatch. She reached up and cupped her breasts, teasing her nipples.
"GAAAAWD YESSSSS. FUCK MEEEEEEE."
Her guttural plea caused her partner to open his eyes. He looked down at the alluring young woman, saw her hands molding her breasts, the satisfied mask of lust on her face, her eyes smoldering, her nostrils flaring as her body reacted to Dikembe's enthusiastic fucking.
He was reaching climax and after a deep thrust where his pubic hair crushed into her crotch, he let loose a loud, triumphant yell as his sperm jetted deep inside her. While one hand remained on a breast, the other reached down and was able to slide an index finger on to her clit; in just a few rubs with that electrified nubbin, she also wailed as her orgasm shook her body.
Breathing like he had just finished a marathon, Dikembe collapsed on top of his partner. His cock was still throbbing, semi-hard and encased in Mindy's spasming cunt. There were several after-spurts of cum as he emptied his youthful supply of jizz. It was stifling in the hut and they were covered with sweat.
The after glow was interrupted when Mindy heard voices in English. They were calling her name. She urged Dikembe to roll off and grabbed her loin cloth to head outside.
A search party of half a dozen men were in the village. The natives, including the chief, were milling about but a stand off or violence didn't seem to be imminent.
"Mindy, are you OK? Are you hurt? We tracked you here after we found the Range Rover." The leader of the search party asked her as he appraised her sweaty torso and breasts. "What happened to your clothes?"
"Yes, I'm fine. Just this little scrape on my shoulder," she answered, pointing to the healing wound. "I was disoriented and wandered down the wrong road. The natives found me and brought me here. My clothes were a mess, dirty and torn from thorns on the trail. When I tried to wash them they floated away down the river. It was easier to 'go native' than I would have thought." She grinned and covered her breasts with her arms.
One of the men shrugged off his shirt and gave it to her to cover herself.
"Well, thank God we were able to find you," the leader said. "Are you sure you're OK? They didn't hurt you?"
"No, not at all. They were wonderful; they probably saved my life. Who knows what would have happened to me, wandering away in the jungle at night."
The rescue party left, with Mindy trailing behind. She knew she was headed back to "civilization." At the edge of the village, she turned and waved, a smile on her face.
Epilogue
Mindy completed her contracted assignment teaching the young native children. When she returned home to the United States, her parents were happy and relieved that their daughter had returned.
When they asked her what her immediate plans were, she surprised them with her answer.
"I really want to find a way to go back and do more work over there," Mindy said, her face beaming with joy. "I felt like I was able to accomplish a lot teaching the children but there's so much more to do. And the adult natives ... you'd be surprised how appreciative and loving they are having an outsider so deeply involved with their culture."
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19,585 | Younger, Tighter, Better | TheTalkMan | NonConsent/Reluctance | 2014-02-25 | 2014-02-25 | 2022-01-01 15:49:19 | 1 | literotica.com | https://www.literotica.com/s/younger-tighter-better | Woman brings in porn to spice up her marriage...bad idea! | ['Betrayal', 'Better', 'Big Tits', 'Cheating', 'Goth', 'Porno', 'Redhead', 'Reluctance', 'Slut', 'Teasing', 'Temptation', 'Tighter', 'Younger'] | 4.42 | _(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. I do not condone any of the actions within this story in real life. This is just a story. Enjoy.)_
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Diana Prentiss felt a thrill go through her as she and her husband entered the porn store.
Diana prided herself on the fact that she was no prude. She knew what she was doing in the bedroom, and she was happy to experiment. She was not ashamed of her sexual drive and she was open about the fact that she loved to masturbate, and watch porno, and use toys on herself. Diana was clearly a very open, honest and genuine person, a free spirit.
She couldn't quite be fit into a single category. Looking at her slim frame, her long, slightly curly brown hair, and her manner of dress, some might see her as more of a hippie chick. Sometimes, she would wear long, flowing dresses, or thin, almost retro blouses. Some days she would be wearing corduroy pants and some t-shirts with a band's name and logo on them. Some days, she would wear thin, flattering jeans and a simple, pretty top. You never knew what you got with her, and because of that, you would write her off as a hippie or a hipster. You would think she was the type that was a non- conformist, someone who doesn't abide by the barriers of what 'the man' tells her to do. You might imagine her stubbornly choosing a way of life simply to not go along with the masses.
But she wasn't so simple. She was a fiercely-intelligent, college-educated woman. She had a Masters in education, and she taught first-graders for a living. Despite her appearance, she was a total professional. She was good at her job and didn't let her free-spirit ways stand in the way of living a relatively normal life and working a good job. She was a free-spirit, she wasn't naïve.
Diana was also very pretty. There was a certain relatability to her beauty. She wasn't a model, but there was something about her that was eye-catching. The more you knew her, the more attractive she became. Through her positive spirit, her elegance, un-showy prettiness, her fit body, it didn't take long to find her appealing. She wasn't the type to beat you over the head with her looks, but she was no slouch. She was fit, she a cute butt and her boobs, although on the smaller side, really fit the total package and suited her. A giant, bulbous rack wouldn't fit her trim frame. Her B cups did just fine. Her husband would certainly agree.
Evan Prentiss was seemingly an odd match for Diana. While she was more the free-spirit, he seemed more like a straight arrow. While his wife dressed in airy, comfortable clothing, he would be in dress clothes for work at his office job. They were a practice in contrasts. And somehow, they just clicked. Diana saw something in him from the start. They met at a party in college. Diana sensed there that although he seemed so well put-together, there was an animal inside, waiting to be unleashed. He was very nice and the perfect gentleman, a boy next door, but Diana sensed he had potential in the bedroom.
She was right.
Diana pressed the normally shy Evan, pulling him out of his shell. He was extremely cute, his face very boyish, and his hair just unkempt enough to show he had a slight bit of a fun side. It took some prodding on her part, some hard work over the course of a few dates, but Diana unleashed the man inside of him.
Evan was typically so kind, respectful, and soft-spoken. But Diana had brought out his nasty side. She had seen his boyish face tightened with lust. She had seen his firm muscles flexing and writhing. She had heard his kind voice transformed into one of a demanding, lusty man. Out of the bedroom, he was still the kind, gentle Evan. But in the bedroom, as time went on, Diana brought him out of his shell more and more.
That's what led them to "Lace and Leather Adult Superstore."
It was the natural progression. Diana had been Evan's first real major girlfriend, and like the good young man he was, he put a ring on her finger. They had been married for a few years now. Both were 29, and things were great. They lived a comfortable life, and they were still very much in love. Their sex life was still going strong, as Diana made sure to keep evolving their bedroom antics, trying new things at every opportunity to prevent things from stagnating. Both of them enjoyed the action, and Diana was always happy to keep things fresh and interesting. Evan was very good in bed and as time went on he only got better. Diana knew that if she kept pushing, she could make him the real lustful, sexual animal she saw inside of him. That was the Evan she craved having.
Porn was the ticket to get there.
Diana had been excited to discover the porno shop in town. Despite her free- spirited nature, she had never actually been to an adult store. So as soon as she got the opportunity, she dragged the slightly anxious Evan to "Leather and Lace."
He was so cute when he was nervous, Diana thought. Despite their bedroom antics, outside of the bedroom, in the real world, he was still very much restrained and guarded. So, while for a girl like her, going to a porno shop was an exciting proposition, it was the last place a guy like Evan wanted to be caught in. But he was a good husband and complied, going along with his wife in her plan. Diana giggled at his nervousness.
She loved to make him squirm.
As they entered the store, both of them reacted. Diana looked around with wide eyes, while Evan blushed. Diana smiled as she saw the racks of DVDs, the sex toys hanging from the walls, and the sexy outfits hanging on the displays. It was a big store and there was a lot of content to take in. And that wasn't counting the girl behind the counter, the only other occupant in the store.
Diana took a look at this girl. And she was a girl, maybe 19 or so, surprisingly young to work at a shop like this. But taking a look at her made you realize she was the type of girl who would work at a porno store. She was a redhead, her hair chopped short, laying in layers on her head, barely grazing her shoulders. Her skin was pale and creamy, like porcelain. This girl was eyeing the happy couple, her eyes strikingly green as she flicked through a magazine, some violet eye shadow complimenting her look. She had a lip ring through her plump, lower lip, and each of her ears had multiple piercings. Diana guessed she had a few other piercings that couldn't be seen. The girl was wearing a tight, thin off-white cotton blouse with a colored, patterned design repeating all over it, clinging to her body and highlighting her absolutely enormous rack.
Diana was surprised to see a girl that young with breasts that big. They were just huge. Diana had never seen boobs this big. She contemplated if they were fake, but judging by their perkiness and full, round shape, she surmised those massive jugs were indeed very real. All natural. They were ripe, juicy melons. And judging by the thinness of her top, and the slight indentations from her nipples, this young woman was bra-less. Diana couldn't help but feel a bit inadequate, this woman ten years her junior had breasts maybe four times bigger than hers.
Down below, the girl had a leather skirt down to just above her knees, clinging to her thighs and full, round ass. She also wore thick, chunky black combat boots, making it clear she was one of those emo type girls. A girl like Diana was not afraid to accept the beauty of another woman, and despite some of her more extreme clothing choices, it was clear this young woman was very attractive. She wasn't crazy fit or anything like that, the girl definitely had curves, but the look worked for her.
The girl looked at the happy couple lazily as they entered the store. She glanced at them for a few moments before returning her attention to her magazine, not feeling the urge to help the new customers in her store.
"Jeez." Evan said, nervously, head slightly hunched, as if not wanting to be caught.
"Evan, you're not gonna get in trouble. This is a big city. No one you know is gonna catch ya." Diana said.
"I know, it's just... it's just weird to be here." Evan said.
"C'mon hon, don't be nervous. Loosen up." Diana said, reassuring her husband, rubbing his shoulders.
"If my folks could see me now." Evan said quietly to himself.
Evan came from a very conservative background. His parents were very strict in certain ways, both religiously and politically conservative. His house was filled with their political rhetoric, convincing the young man that their beliefs were correct, that they were always in the right. His folks would take him to church every Sunday, and would make sure he lived a life that fell in line with their beliefs. They didn't allow him to date for a long time, and they kinda jammed it into his head that his sexual needs were something he should be able to control. So for a long time, he felt ashamed whenever he pleasured himself, as if it were a failure, a sign of weakness in him.
Despite how that might sound, they were actually really good parents. They loved him and they always took good care of him, but Evan never quite felt like he belonged. He never really enjoyed and believed in the way of life they tried to fit him into. As he got older and understood the world a bit more, he realized this way of life seemed so... restrictive. He didn't want to be so bottled up and guarded.
Once he left home and went to college, he knew this was the time to loosen up. But, his upbringing had done a number on him, and he found it hard to be like his peers, to just let go and be stupid. He was ready to open up, but he found it hard.
Then he met Diana.
Diana was a free-spirit. She sensed something in him, and she had coaxed him along, bringing him out of his shell. She was the best thing that had happened to him. With her, he felt free. Free to be open and to express himself. To say and do things his parents would never let him say and do. Sure, he still felt a bit nervous about some racier topics, but Diana was always there to push him, force him out of his comfort zone. That's what led him to be standing in a porn shop.
These sights and sounds were unfamiliar to the 29 year old married man. Unlike most of his peers, he had never really gotten into porn or anything like that. Seeing all this erotic imagery, presented so brazenly, was a new experience for him. But not Diana.
She knew her way around the world of sex. She was far more checked in than he ever was. So as they entered and looked around, Evan stuck near her like lost puppy.
"C'mon hon." Diana urged. "Look around. Pick out something that YOU want. No judgment. Just look around and pick a movie out."
"Uh... okay." Evan said nervously, being thrown into the deep end. Evan and Diana parted, splitting up to canvas the store.
Evan was awash in sexual imagery. He saw racks of thin, sexy lingerie. He saw walls filled with sex related items, like lube and body oil. But what caught his eye were the racks and racks of porno DVDs.
There was a little of everything. He saw images of exposed, bare gigantic breasts. He saw pictures of dolled-up sluts, young and old. He saw images of excessively large penises of all shapes and sizes. He saw porn of every category. MILF. Teen. Lesbian. BDSM. Interracial. Cheating Wives. It was a festival for the senses.
Diana strolled through the place casually, glancing lazily at some stuff that caught her eye. She checked out the back of some DVD cases, and eyed the sex toys on the wall. Even for an opened minded girl like Diana, some of these toys looked rather... extreme. Obscenely large dildos, like, the size of an arm, hung on the walls. Some looked large but more manageable, like some of those eight or ten inchers. That was the sweet spot, Diana thought. Evan measured up at nine inches and that was more than enough for her. Any bigger would just be uncomfortable, she thought. She glanced to the side at some of those foot-long monster black rubber dongs, and she couldn't even comprehend trying to fit one of those inside of her.
Diana eyed some of the vibrators over the counter, when the cashier looked up at her again.
"Looking for anything in particular?" the girl said lazily.
"Oh, uh, no, just sorta browsing." Diana said amiably. She glanced across the store towards her husband, who was still browsing the shelves. "Just looking to, you know, spice things up a bit."
"Oh, I see." the girl said, standing up straight, pulling her elbows off the counter. "You looking for some movies?"
"Uh, yeah, I think so. Nothing too extreme, but something still pretty hot." Diana said.
"Are you looking for something romantic, or something a bit... filthy?" the girl asked.
"I would definitely prefer something more nasty. I don't watch porn looking for romance." Diana replied. The girl smiled.
"Agreed." she replied. "Well..." she began, rubbing her head in thought. "We have some good stuff here. What's your poison?"
"What do you mean?" Diana asked.
"Do you want movies with, like, a third person? Another dude or another chick." The girl offered.
"Oh, uh, no, I don't that's what either of us want." Diana replied.
"So, one on one stuff, I see. Do you want to watch, like, big tits, or... like, two chicks hooking up? Do you want to see something with, like, anal, or rough sex?" the store worker asked casually.
"Um, well..." Diana said, a bit taken aback at talking with a stranger about this subject matter. It almost felt like she was letting this girl into their sex life a bit. "I don't want to see, like, whips and leather, but yeah, it doesn't need to be gentle. I don't mind seeing some hot chicks getting their brains fucked out by some built dudes."
"Who does mind that??" The girl said agreeably with a wry smile. "Luckily, for that, there is a wide selection."
"Any recommendations?" I asked.
"Well, I would go with this brand, Lust Unlimited. They're a big brand, and they have a wide selection. But most of it is really just straight up, you know, chicks with big tits getting fucked by guys with huge dicks, which is all you really need, right?" the girl said.
"Right." Diana confirmed.
"I would take this one." the girl said, grabbing a movie off the shelf. "Big Tit Bitches Like it Rough 3. It's, like you said, nothing too extreme, but it's that good hard stuff we all like, right. I've watched it, and it's great. A good collection of scenes. It gets my personal, Jade Carlisle, seal of approval."
"Okay," Diana said, grabbing the DVD and scanning the cover, seeing a few, sexy porn sluts on the cover. "I'll give it a shot."
"You won't regret it." the young girl, Jade, said. As she said this, Evan turned the corner, a DVD in his hand.
"What'd you get?" Diana asked.
"Oh, uh..." he stammered nervously. She looked down at it. The title was 'Next Door Sluts Need it Bad 4'. On the cover were some younger sluts, bursting out of their supposedly conservative clothing. His wife looked up at him. "They are next door sluts, and it looks like they might, you know, need it bad." he justified.
"Okay. Looks good." Diana said warmly to her husband, approving of the porn he had picked out. Jade really took in Evan for the first time, letting her eyes scan over him. Diana was focused on Evan's nervous face, so she didn't notice the lust in the younger girl's eyes.
"Oh, that's a good choice." Jade spoke up. Evan turned to look at her, and Diana could sense the surprise in his eyes. Evan had probably rarely dealt with girls like her, with such a specific and unique look. A mixture of innocence, with her clingy, simple white top, and filthiness, with her leather skirt, combat boots, and many piercings. She was a sight that Evan had never seen before. So when he looked at her with wide eyes, she understood why. Diana was amused at how nervous this young woman seemed to make him.
"Oh... uh... thanks." he stammered.
"I tell you what... since you guys are such a cute couple, I'll throw in a third DVD for free. This one is called 'Illicit Encounters 5'. It's... super hot! If you like that one," she said, pointing at Evan's DVD, "...you'll LOVE this one."
"Oh! Cool." Diana said, walking over to the counter.
"So, if you guys find something you like in these... come back and tell me about it. This place has it all. I can give you exactly the thing you're looking for." Jade said as she rung up the happy couple.
"Okay, sounds good." Diana replied. As they paid and got everything bagged up, they turned and left.
"Hope to see you again!" Jade called out. As they left the store, Diana spoke up.
"What a sweet, nice young girl." Diana said knowingly.
"Jeez, Di." Evan began. "If I met that girl when I was her age... I would have been terrified of her."
"Hon, you were terrified of her now." Diana said, pulling him in close as he smiled.
**************
Diana re-entered the porn store about a week later, alone this time. Within the past week, the happy couple watched all three DVDs they bought at the store. And because of what occurred during those viewings, Diana re-entered the store a bit more tentative than she had before.
The goal of buying this porn and bringing it into the bedroom was to spice things up. Diana liked good sex, and even though they had been married for a few years now, Evan was still a bit tentative at times. Diana sensed that he was still holding back, unsure if he should really let loose. Diana sensed there was a real, true sexual dynamo being held back, and she wanted to bring it to the surface. She had always sensed that within him, something that had been so buried by his conservative upbringing that he was terrified to bring it to the surface. She loved seeing those flashes of the animal within him. She loved being the one capable of bringing that out in him.
He was extremely handsome and pretty fit. He had a good job and brought in good money. He was kind, and smart, and good-hearted, but he was so reserved and guarded that many other women looked past him. He didn't let himself stand out, even though he was a total catch. But Diana looked deeper. She saw past his reserved nature. She saw what a catch he was, but he didn't. She wanted him to live up to his potential, to be unafraid of being himself. To not be tentative, both in life and in the bedroom.
So in that sense, the porn had begun to work.
They had let themselves get hot and bothered watching the nastiness contained within those DVDs. They had started with the DVD she had picked out. Contained were a few scenes of various, big-boobed sluts taking dick in whatever contrived scenarios they were directed to. It was good, but the focus was on these porn sluts' huge boobs. The men in the scenes would worship their huge tits, squeezing them, sucking them, fucking them, drowning their faces in softness.
Diana and Evan tried to replicate some of the things they saw in the movies, but some of the boob stuff were things Diana simply wasn't physically capable of replicating. Evan did his best, sucking at her sensitive nipples, squeezing what he could, but he couldn't fuck her tits like he saw in the movie. But the good thing was that it seemed like watching this movie really turned him on, and he was a bit more lusty in this encounter than he typically was. Diana was happy with that, not letting any self-consciousness about her smaller breasts get in the way of the pleasure Evan gave her with his sizable, nine-inch cock.
The next movie caused Diana a slight level of concern. It was the movie Evan picked out, the Next Door Sluts one. Diana imagined this as being a movie about innocent young women having gentle encounters with their partner. She couldn't have been farther off. It was essentially younger porn sluts in innocent clothing, acting all innocent, but clearly horny and gagging for sex. They would be all teasing and girly, but their monumental chests would be bursting from their tops, their round asses hanging out of their shorts.
A lot of the scenes centered on the hot young slut next door, teasing their neighbor, or a friend's brother, or friend's father. These scenes were centered on seduction, the men being reluctant to being seduced but eventually giving in. The last scene centered on a young, blonde slut with huge, natural jugs and a full round ass, coming over to her married neighbor's house, teasing the husband when the wife wasn't around until they got down to business in his marital bed. And this was what started to make Diana nervous.
Obviously, Diana was aware that 'cheating' scenarios were common in porn, so it wasn't like they were offending her 'delicate sensibilities'. No, what bothered her was how much it seemed to turn Evan on.
Evan really picked up the pace, driving into her at a really good pace. And yes, the sex was fantastic, and they both came hard, but the subject matter that inspired this lust concerned her. Did the idea of cheating really turn him on? Was that his deep, dark secret fetish?
Evan sensed her concern once they settled down on the bed and the movie was over.
"So... you really liked that one, huh?" Diana asked.
"Yeah, I guess it was pretty good." Evan said with a coy smile.
"You seemed like you enjoyed that, uh, last scene?" Diana said.
"Yeah, it was hot." Evan said calmly.
"It seemed like you were REALLY into it." Diana said.
"What do you mean?" Evan asked.
"Well, it was just, you know... the scene was about some guy cheating on his wife with another woman. Does that kind of thing appeal to you?" Diana said.
"No! No, of course not." Evan began before shaking his head. "Hon... I knew this was a bad idea. I knew it."
"No, no, no." Diana said, putting her hand on her hubby's bare shoulder.
"You said no judgment." Evan replied, his puppy dog eyes meeting his wife's.
"Honey, I know. I know. I did. I'm really glad you enjoyed it, but you know... you definitely did respond. You have to admit that." Diana said.
"It was a good scene! Nothing more! You can tell when the actors are really into it, and they were. It felt, like, lusty, and genuine. Not robotic." Evan justified. Diana still looked a bit concerned. "Diana. It's not like I secretly think that cheating on my wife would be hot. Not at all! It's hot to watch, that doesn't mean I want to do it. I can watch a bank heist movie and think it looks cool but that doesn't mean I'm gonna rob a bank."
"I'm... I'm sorry." Diana said, shaking her head. "I know. I'm just being stupid."
"No, you're not." Evan said. "I love you honey, and that won't change." She smiled and nodded.
"I'm sorry for being so girly." Diana said. "I want you to enjoy these movies completely. I do. But... I'm a girl. I notice these things."
Evan gave her a kiss and pulled her in close as they fell asleep together.
They tried to watch the last movie the next night, the 'Illicit Encounters' movie that the porn store girl had recommended. They started to watch as they began their foreplay, and they were just getting into the moment when they realized the theme of this movie was basically cheating spouses, sneaking around, either to hotels, or with their neighbors. It had both men and women cheating. The men cheating on their wives with their secretary, or with some slut off the street, and the women cheating with their husband's hunky friend, or with some hung black guy.
At first, Evan started to get into it, before he realized what it was they were watching, and what Diana probably was thinking. So he slowed down and tried to fuck her like normal. Diana noticed her husband holding back like this, and this stuck with her all throughout the sex.
Diana wanted to head off this way of thinking quickly. She didn't want her husband to get too into the viewpoint that cheating on your wife could be hot and sexy and fun. She wanted to head this off at the pass. Sure, the sex they had watching the porn had been among their best, and she wanted to keep that going, she just didn't want any of that spousal cheating stuff. Her husband seemed to like that a bit too much.
Diana entered the store again, and she noticed the same girl that had helped them before, Jade. She was wearing the same thick leather boots, but this time, she was wearing what looked like a school girl skirt, a red checkered pattern. On top, she wore a black tank top, with some metal band's logo on the front. Her red hair still stood out, as did her striking eyes and jutting rack. She looked up and recognized Diana.
"Hi." Jade said, looking up as the married woman entered the store.
"Oh... uh, hi." Diana replied, unsure how friendly she should feel with the porn store girl.
"So... did you and hubby like the movies you bought? Did they scratch that itch?" Jade asked.
"Well... some of it was really good, but uh... I wasn't such a big fan of the whole... guys cheating on their wives aspect of the movies." Diana explained.
"Oh." Jade said. "I guess that makes sense. Don't want your hubby thinking about other women, someone younger, tighter... and better, you know?"
"Yeah, exactly." Diana confirmed.
"So, you don't want to get 'You're So Much Better than My Wife' volumes 9-12 then, right?" Jade asked with a smile.
"Wait, they actually make movies specifically about that now?" Diana asked.
"Oh, totally. And they are super hot too, but...uh, clearly, that's not your thing." Jade said. "But you're still looking for more, right?" Jade asked.
"Yeah... maybe something a bit more tame." Diana suggested.
"Gotcha." Jade said.
A few minutes later, Diana left the store, three new DVDs in hand. "Sensual Encounters", "Just Us Girls", and "MILFs Love Huge Cocks 7", all by Jade's recommendation. They all seemed safe. The sensual one looked like something a bit softer, the 'Just Us Girls' one was a lesbian porn, and the MILFs one was about older women, obviously. No danger there, right?
**************
"FUCK! I can't believe an older woman can fuck me so much better than my wife can!" A guy moaned out onscreen. The action was hot on-screen, and it was as hot off the screen.
Neither Diana nor Evan had enjoyed the sensual porn or the lesbian one. Both had been a bit too softcore, but luckily, the MILF one picked up the slack. Watching a bunch of older, slutty, busty women getting railed was surprisingly appealing to both of them. They had gotten into a good groove, getting really hot and heavy, until the last scene.
All the other scenes had been about older women seducing either college guys, or a friend of the woman's son, or the son of the woman's friend, stuff like that. But the last one dealt with a married man and a MILF crossing paths in a bar. He kept trying to push her away, but she was aggressive, trying to seduce the taken man by practically throwing her hot body in his face. And of course, eventually, he gave in, and hot sex ensued.
The married couple in the bed had already gotten going to a good pace once this scene happened, and both were kind of lost to the pleasure. But once the scene on screen picked up, Diana couldn't help but notice Evan pick up the pace, really getting into it. He wasn't acknowledging the action on-screen. He gave no-sign that it was affecting him, other than his throbbing cock. It had never felt bigger than it had the moment that guy on-screen was having nasty, lusty, cheating sex.
It was clear, despite his protestations otherwise, that Evan's cock loved the idea of cheating on his spouse. It turned him on. He was a good man, a good husband who would never cheat. But, that being said, the thought of cheating greatly appealed to that dick of his. It had begun to awaken something within him. It sizzled deep inside of him, the lust, the betrayal... he loved it.
The sex was great. Evan had never fucked her so well, but the cost might be too high. These sizzling thoughts of cheating were filling his brain, and that was dangerous territory for a woman to be introducing her hubby to.
So, knowing that she might be giving up some better sex, she suggested to Evan that she didn't think the porn was a good thing to put into the bedroom. Evan was a good husband and went along with his wife. Diana hoped that would be that.
She could only hope that bug in his ear hadn't gotten too far.
************
For about a week or so, their sex returned to normal. They had fun, but it never reached the lusty highs that it did during their porn viewing. But then, about a week or so later, things began to pick-up. Evan seemed to get really into it, and the sex got as good as ever. As soon as she got home, it seemed, he was all over her. She didn't know what caused the flip to switch, but she didn't care.
This went on for a bit, Diana and Evan having good, regular sex. Evan was fucking her even harder, wearing her out. Diana had always controlled the pace, but now, Evan was running the show, being more demanding in bed, more manly. And Diana loved it! It was so good! Her husband had started to become the dynamic lover she always knew he could be. It was fantastic. Diana was happy. Things couldn't be better.
Then she discovered Evan's secret box.
Evan had this leather lock-box type thing he had gotten from a flea market. It was nice looking, and they got it cheap, but they didn't really know what to do with it. So they just put the box in the bottom of the closet and forgot about it. But, as Diana was putting clothes away, she noticed the box seemed... off. It looked like it had been moved slightly. It had been in one spot for so long that being in a slightly different spot was noticeable. Then, making sure Evan was not about to barge in, she bent over and opened the box.
Inside the deep box were neatly lined DVDs, spines facing up. And as she read the titles, her eyes widened in shock. In the box was porno. Not the porno they had bought together, though. Secret porn that Evan was hiding from her. Porn he didn't want her to see. They appeared to be a few DVDs of a series, and when she saw the title of the series, her jaw literally dropped.
'You're So Much Better than My Wife'
In the box were volumes 9-12 of this series, the exact ones Jade had mentioned off-hand to Diana. Diana examined the covers. Some of them featured husbands next to their plain wives while eyeing up a barely clothed porn slut. One had a slutty, big-titted porn star hanging off a respectable husband's arm. One had a husband hooking up with another woman with his wife around the corner. Diana read the description on the back of the case.
"Is marriage getting old? Is the same boring pussy not enough for you anymore? Then 'You're So Much Better than My Wife' is the answer. Watch some our best male talent live every husband's dream, cheating on his boring old wife with the hottest, sluttiest, nastiest porn stars we could find. Watch these men betray their wives for sex that is SO much better! Watch them trade in boring old married life for the nastiest, filthiest fucking imaginable. This one has it all! Big breasted sluts! Anal sex! Dirty talk! Sizzling hot cheating scenes! Boring, plain wives being humiliated as their husbands fuck much hotter women! You asked for it, you got it! All of it here on 'You're So Much Better than My Wife'!"
Diana was floored. Absolutely floored. Her husband was watching porn designed specifically to simulate cheating on his wife with another woman. This was officially his fantasy, no doubt about it. Despite her protests, Evan was still watching this stuff, still fantasizing about the one thing Diana feared he was. The one thing he knew she was afraid of. He had clearly lied to her about enjoying it, feeling too ashamed to mention this to his own wife.
Was this why their sex life had picked up? Was he fucking her harder because of these movies? He was getting home earlier than usual. Maybe he was coming home early, watching this filth, and taking out that lust on her. Maybe this was his foreplay. Maybe this was what he was thinking about when he fucked her.
The thought had taken a firm grip on him. Diana had accidently allowed these infectious thoughts into the bedroom, and they had taken hold in her normally shy, guarded husband.
Diana only hoped she hadn't unleashed a monster.
Diana rejoined her husband before he could notice her absence. His hottest fantasy was a guy cheating on his wife. Well, she vowed to not give him even the slightest chance of ever making this fantasy a reality. She vowed to stay by his side whenever she could, and make sure he didn't get up to any trouble.
He had been acting normal, and it wasn't like he was gone for hours on end, so he must have bought these on his way home from work. But the advantage she had was that he didn't know she knew about his hidden box of porn. And while she couldn't keep an eye on him 24/7, she could keep an eye on that porn collection, and see if it grew.
*************
Evan and Diana were still having regular sex, but Diana couldn't help but notice that the sex was getting a bit rougher. Evan had become far more demanding. And judging by the material he had been watching, Diana could see why.
His porn collection kept growing. Diana was distressed to find that this secret library of porn had grown, nearly filling his secret box with all sorts of sick filth. At first, he simply completed the collection, now owning 'You're So Much Better than My Wife' Volumes 1-13.
She tried to watch them, to see the appeal, but she could only watch a little before turning it off in disgust. Diana watched it up to the point where in the scene; a busty, slutty woman was riding her best friend's husband's cock while holding his wife's face in between her ass-cheeks. The slut kept humiliating the wife, telling her she was so much better than her, and that the only thing she was good for was sucking her asshole while the slut handles her man.
Needless to say, she couldn't watch any more.
After a little bit, Evan's porn collection branched out, and it was if the titles told the story, told the story of his fetishes growing and becoming more focused.
"Illicit Encounters" Vol. 1-6
"Big Breasted Sluts Drive Men Nuts"
"Ass Worship" Vol. 1-4
"Nasty Whores Get it Rough"
"Backdoor Teen Sluts" Vol 1-4
"Emo Chicks Need Big Dicks"
"Fiery Redheads Need it Bad"
She even found a membership card to the porn store, for preferred customers. So it was clear, he had gotten over his hesitance to be at the porno shop.
In summation, after many visits to the porn store, his fantasies had grown. Now, judging by the movies, his ideal fantasy was to cheat on his wife with a big-breasted teen emo slut with bright red-hair.
Diana suddenly knew exactly who was occupying his fantasies.
************
The wife entered the porn store again, trying to ascertain the situation. Evan claimed he had been working late these last few days, but after finding all those movies, she began to have some doubts.
He couldn't... he wasn't actually cheating on her, right? She knew him. She understood him. She loved him. Could she be so wrong?
Part of her was afraid she would catch Evan in the act of buying more porn, but luckily, he wasn't there. But then again, neither was Jade. The counter was occupied by some swarthy looking older guy, at least for a little bit, when Jade entered the store, clearly running late.
"Sorry, Jeff." Jade called out.
"Well, it's about time." The older man growled. They chatted for a few minutes, before Jade set her stuff down behind the counter and the guy left. As he did, Jade caught sight of Diana.
"Hey!" she called out. Diana approached her cautiously.
"Um, hi." Diana said.
"So, things are going well, I'm guessing." Jade said with a smile. She was wearing a white blouse with a dark, big leather skirt. Her lip-ring and garish make-up caught the wife's eye again.
"Uh, what do you mean?" Diana asked.
"I heard you embraced your husband's fantasy." Jade began. "You know, the whole cheating fantasy thing? And it's, like, totally the right call, in my opinion. With that kind of thing, I think its way better to just embrace it than to try to suppress it. That'd be, like, really stupid, and anyone that would try to would be an idiot. When you do that, when you try to contain something like that, it'll just explode."
Diana was irritated with this young girl. What did she know? What did this little young woman know about sex and marriage? Diana didn't not need to be lectured about sex from a girl like her.
"Oh, uh... yeah." Diana said, playing along.
"And I gave him all the good stuff too." Jade said with a wide smile. "That's some good shit, right?"
"Uh, yeah." Diana agreed.
"It's kind of a new genre, but that stuff is starting to fly off the shelves." Jade added.
"Cool." Diana said.
"Oh, I told Evan, but, um, since he's bought so much, I told him he could pick out a free sex toy, under 50 bucks, of course. So, I'm guessing you're here to pick something out?" Jade asked.
"I, uh, I don't really need a new dildo or vibrator anything like that." Diana replied.
"You sure? Your man might not always be there for you, but that dildo will be." Jade said, holding my eyes. My attention was grabbed.
"What do you mean?" Diana asked.
"Oh, you know, hubby might be busy on those long days of work when you really need it, and so... you might have to get used to taking care of yourself." Jade said coolly. Diana narrowed her eyes at Jade. Was this little slut threatening her? Was she coming after her man? Was she trying to take her man from her? Jade sensed the tension coming from the married woman.
"One more thing." Jade asked, not breaking her chipper demeanor. "I got ahold of this movie. Your husband was really interested in it, but I had to download it and put it on this blank disk. But here, I'll let you take it. It's on the house."
"I don't think I'm interested." Diana said, realizing she was dealing with a conniving rival here.
"Trust me, Diana... you should really watch this." Jade insisted firmly. Jade smiled as Diana reluctantly took the disk and swiftly left the store. She didn't see the smile cross the younger girl's plump lips.
Diana gathered her thoughts. This girl was dangerous. There was something dark in her, something scheming and twisted. As soon as Evan got home, she would sit down and talk this whole thing out. Tell him he could not buy any more of that twisted porno, not go into that dirty store and not deal with that twisted slut. It was over.
But then there was the DVD in her hand. She was curious about the contents. When she got home and realized Evan was still at work, she didn't hesitate to pop the DVD into the player. And once the images emerged on the screen, Diana's heart dropped.
She was too late.
The first thing she saw was that it wasn't porn. It was security footage. The sights and sounds of the porno store, and judging by the date stamp, it was from a few days after Diana cut porn out of her marriage.
**************
Evan Prentiss entered the porn store nervously. He had felt nervous entering here with his wife, and coming here on his own made him feel even more on edge. He didn't want to be seen like one of those creepy guys that hung out at porn shops. But he had to come back. He had to.
Diana had recommended that they cut out the porn. It wasn't working for her. And Evan tried to just forget them, to look past them. But he couldn't. He couldn't just forget. He couldn't unsee the things he had seen.
Despite his initial trepidation, he had loved the porn. Since he had so little experience with the stuff, seeing it for the first time was a revelation. Seeing so much sexy, bare flesh, seeing such huge tits and round, juicy asses, seeing people act so filthy... it was amazing. It sizzled off the screen, burning into his mind. He was a rapt audience.
Watching such slutty, nasty girls taking it so rough, seeing them treat cocks with such loving worship, seeing them take it hard in every hole, hearing them spit such dirty talk... it was like discovering there was a whole new world out there. He couldn't get enough.
As the filth ratcheted up, Evan got more and more into it. This came to a peak when watching the scenes featuring men cheating on their wives, cheating with hotter, sexier, bustier and by all visual standards, better women. There was just something so sizzlingly hot about that. Just ignoring all the things that makes an actual marriage function, the meshing of two hearts, two personalities. Sure, looks played a part, but what brought two people together was whether they were kindred spirits. But to ignore all that, to trade that all in for a woman who is simply cosmetically superior, a woman who is more gorgeous, has much bigger, much better breasts, a rounder juicier ass, longer, firmer legs... being that irresponsible, being that reckless... it was a huge turn-on for the sheltered married man.
He had been raised to do everything right. Treat women with respect and love. But now, seeing the total opposite of this, seeing men supposedly being so callous to their wives in exchange for good pussy, it was an addicting thing to see. He couldn't get enough.
Evan loved his wife completely, and he would never cheat on her. But he couldn't get those sexual fantasies those porn movies had inspired out of his head. They were so hot, so raw, so sexy, he couldn't stop thinking about it. Even though his wife had asked to stop with the porno stuff, it was those images that were playing in his head when he fucked his wife. It was those images that made him lose control. It was those porn sluts that made him cum, not his wife.
In his sheltered world, being with someone like Diana was like being with sexual fire. She was so willing and so open to trying new things in the bedroom, she just seemed like the perfect coach for someone like Evan, to bring him along in the world of sex. But now, after watching these movies, it seemed like there was a whole new world out there. And the lessons Diana taught him were starting to seem rather tame in comparison.
Diana was very pretty and quite fit and slim, but she didn't compare to those women in those movies. Evan obviously knew that those porn stars were fetishized, idealized women. He still couldn't help but compare them to his wife, not only with looks, but with style and sexual charisma. Those women on screen fucked like a whirlwind, like a hurricane in the bedroom. And Diana, she fucked like a gentle breeze.
Evan began to wonder if he was missing out.
Those porn stars used their luscious bodies as weapons, weapons designed to make men explode. And they were very good at it. And Diana, she didn't have the weapons to match up. She didn't have the round butt or massive rack built to pleasure men in the visceral, raw way they were pleasured in the movies. Evan could never experience that pleasure with Diana. He could never get that pleasure in real life. Only in his fantasies.
This is what brought Evan back to the porn store. He couldn't stop thinking about the images he had seen. Those images were so raw and hot and sexy that they were practically addicting to the naïve husband.
It wasn't so bad that he wanted to indulge this new interest, right? It was something new, a shiny new toy. Diana had wanted to take the porn out of their bedroom, but it would be a lie if she claimed she didn't like what the porn had brought out in him. She had enjoyed how vigorous their lovemaking had become once the nasty imagery got in Evan's blood. So it wouldn't be the worst thing for Evan to keep a secret porn collection. Diana would get to reap the benefits, and she would be none the wiser.
What's the worst that could happen?
He kept his head down, still slightly nervous at being caught. He had to calm himself down. It wasn't like his folks would leap out from around the corner and shame him for being here. He was there for a little bit, scanning the shelves, his eyes feasting on all the exposed boobs and butts. There was so much to choose from that he couldn't decide what he wanted. He wasn't there long when someone spoke to him, catching his attention.
"Hi." The cheery female voice said. Evan looked up and recognized the same girl from before, the red-head that worked there. Evan was again taken aback by this young woman's outfit. She was wearing a blood-red tank top, a low-cut one, showing off the pale, creamy skin of the tops of her breasts and her deep cleavage. She wore matching-lip-stick, and Evan noticed she had her ears, lip, nose, and tongue all pierced. Typically, Evan didn't like this look, but for her, it kinda worked. It fit her goth image. Her red-hair really contrasted with her creamy skin, making it look striking.
Down below, she again wore those big, chunky, shiny leather combat boots. She wore a skirt with straps and metal loops adorning it. It was a jarring look, something out of a world Evan didn't know anything about. It was striking and shocking, but somehow, yet again, the look worked for her.
"Oh, uh, hi." Evan said nervously.
"You were in here a few days ago, weren't you?" she asked, pointing at him. "With your wife, right?"
"Uh, yeah." Evan said, nodding.
"Okay, I remember you guys." Jade said. "So... did you like the movies you bought?"
"Oh, uh, yeah, they were pretty good." Evan said. "Some of them were, anyway." he added, remembering the softer stuff Diana bought on her second trip here. He didn't really care for that stuff.
"Which ones did you like better?" Jade asked.
"Uh, I don't know..." Evan said, unsure how open he could be.
"Oh, c'mon. You can tell me." Jade said. "Did you like the softer stuff, or did you like the stuff that's a little more... rough?"
"Mmm, well, I don't know..." Evan stammered. Jade saw the apprehension in his eyes.
"You liked the rough stuff, didn't you?" she said, smiling wide. Evan blushed. Jade reached out and put her hand on his arm. "It's okay. I'm with you. I can't stand that weak-ass shit."
"Oh. Okay." Evan said.
"So, what did you like?" Jade asked. "Now, I think I remember what movies you guys got, and some of them got pretty gnarly. And looking at you, and knowing that you liked some of the rougher stuff, I'm guessing the rough stuff is what really got you hot under the collar. And the hottest scenes in any of those movies, in my opinion, are the scenes where the guy is cheating on his wife."
Jade noticed his eyes flash as she hit his tastes right on the head. Jade smiled and continued, knowing she had him on the hook.
"There's just something about those scenes, isn't there? A guy, so trying to be loyal, but so obviously in need of something new. Something better. And then some total slut comes up, and she just doesn't give a fuck. She just goes for it, she just goes for the man she wants, and she just drives him wild. Just puts it all out there, like a total slut." Jade purred, putting some extra oomph on the word slut. "There's just something about that. A girl being so... aggressive, so forceful, so slutty, not caring that a guy is married. Stealing another woman's man, proving that she is so much better than his stupid, boring, ugly wife. God, that stuff always makes me cum so hard!"
"Yeah." Evan agreed. While Evan was taken aback by how open she was, he was too distracted by her sizzling descriptions of those scenes to really react. Jade saw the heat in the married man's eyes, and she knew he was as turned on as she was. She looked up at him, nipples pointed out through her top.
"You know, they've got entire movies built around that kind of thing. Just think, hours and hours of men cheating on their stupid, plain wives with the hottest, sluttiest, bustiest sluts they can find." Jade said.
"Really?" Evan asked, surprised but relieved that this kind of thing had an audience, that he wasn't weird for enjoying it.
"Yeah, they are my absolute fave'." Jade said. She led him down the aisles of porn DVD's before reaching over to scoop a few up. She kept her legs straight as she did, jutting out her round butt at the married man, her skirt rising up her thighs, exposing more of her creamy pale skin. "They're called 'You're So Much Better Than my Wife'. It has it all. Young sluts, old sluts, sluts of every kind, really, fucking married men, making them admit that what they can offer is so much better than what their wives can. It's just...awesome. Here are volumes 9-12. These are the hottest ones, in my opinion."
"I'm not so sure." Evan replied, looking at the DVD cases she just handed him. But his eyes widened as he looked at the back, seeing such gorgeous, filthy, nasty sluts going wild on some married cock. His eyes went wide, his breath deepened, and Jade smiled.
She knew she just made a sale.
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The image on the screen went to a video from the same camera of the store, the timestamp a couple days later. Diana kept watching, wondering where this was heading.
She watched Evan go into the store again. This time, he knew right where he was going. He went to the section Jade had led him to. He thumbed through the DVDs on the shelf, before grabbing a bunch of DVDs off the shelf. He went quickly to the cashier, where Jade was waiting.
She smiled and admired the stack of DVDs in his hands
"Wow, 'You're So Much Better Than my Wife' Volumes 1-8 and 13. Completing the set, huh?" Jade asked. She was wearing a pink tank top this time, which contrasted with her lacy, black skirt and black fishnets.
"Uh, yeah." Evan replied.
"That's some good shit, isn't it?" Jade asked.
"Yeah... I can't stop thinking about it." Evan admitted. "I can't get enough."
"Volume 13 is really good. It just came out. There's this one scene where this slut is making this married guy lick her asshole for, like, the whole scene. And by the end, he's talking about how he loves her butthole more than his wife. And it's, like, fucking... transcendent." Jade marveled.
"Oh..." Evan said, not sure what to say to that.
"Well, there is a lot more where this came from." Jade said, holding up the stack of DVD's. "And, if you're gonna be buying these in such heavy quantities, you really should get a membership card. You save money on everything you buy, plus, you get free shit. Overall, more filth for your buck."
Evan thought it over for a second. Would he really need a membership card at a porn store? Did he want a badge showing that he was a frequent customer at a porn store? What if someone found out? But then he remembered that nastiness within these movies, and how hot it got to him, and how he couldn't stop thinking about them. How watching these movies had been more sexually enjoyable than being in bed with his wife.
"Yeah, okay." Evan agreed, knowing he would be back again for more.
But the bad thing was, the slut on the other side knew he'd be back too.
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Diana wasn't sure if this girl was interested in her husband, or just a really good salesman. But, either way, she had Evan on the hook.
He began coming to the porn store practically daily, feeding his new found hobby. And there was footage of all of it, every time he entered the store, and each time, Jade was there.
Every time Evan entered, she smiled. Every time he was there, she made sure to chat him up. She would talk to him about how he liked the movies, and he became more open and willing to talk. He would talk more about specific scenes, and specific actresses. And she would recommend new movies, based on what he liked. But at times, it felt like she was guiding him along. It felt like Evan was simply a pliable ball of clay, and Jade was the one molding him, shaping him into the perfect man for her.
First, he bought up any movies centering around cheating husbands he could get his hands on. Once he was done with that, he moved on to other aspects of the movies he liked, other things he couldn't get enough of.
Every time he got too far off the plot, she pulled him back. For example, Evan started talking about how he liked slim, lithe, fit girls, but Jade turned the tables on him.
"Are you sure?" Jade asked. "Don't you like girls with big tits?" she said, jutting her chest out to him, beginning to put on the sales pitch. "I mean, those slim girls can be nice sometimes, but there is nothing quite like a pair of huge, soft, fleshy tits! If you'd ever been with a girl with massive tits, you'd never go back to anything else. Do you have any idea what it's like to practically drown in softness?"
Minutes later, he was walking out of the store, a copy of "Big Breasted Sluts Drive Men Nuts" tucked neatly in a bag.
The next time he was in, the footage showed Jade and Evan chatting in an otherwise empty store, their conversation looking more like one between friends than a saleswoman-customer one. But the subject matter was one most friends don't openly discuss.
"So, I know you're starting to get into really big boobs," Jade began, leaning against a shelf casually. "And I can't blame you for that, but you would be remiss if you ignored the booty."
"What?" Evan asked.
"You can never ignore the booty, Evan." she said with a laugh. "The butt... the ass. Evan, Evan, Evan... a girl's ass can be a work of art. You really need to train yourself to appreciate them. Like, look at me." she said, turning around. "Look at my butt, Evan."
"Um..." he stammered, not able to stop himself from glancing down. She was wearing a tight leather skirt which molded to her full round ass. Each round, full juicy cheek jutting outward, barely contained by the leather. It was as if she wore this tight skirt with the specific purpose of showing off her rear end. She reached back and slapped one of the round cheeks lightly, causing it to jiggle, arresting his vision.
"You see, I love my ass. I heard all the comments in school, girls calling me fat, thinking guys wanted a rail-thin type of girl. But trust me, once I got a man into bed and they got to experience this..." she said, pressing one finger into her leather-clad ass-cheek, the supple flesh indenting lightly. "Even the proudest of guys would follow me around like a puppy dog."
"Uh..." he said, not knowing how to respond.
"In the right hands, a girl can use her ass as a weapon. A simple shake..." she said, shaking her butt lightly from side-to-side. "Can drive a man to his knees. Girl's with those thin, weak, cute little butts can't get the job done. But when a girl has an ass like mine, an ass so round... and full... and juicy... and perfect..." she said, squeezing one of her ass-cheeks in her palm through the leather. "An ass like mine could break a man. Make him fall to his knees in worship. Make him want to squeeze the cheeks... kiss them..." she said, sliding her other hand down and grabbing the other cheek. "Maybe pull the cheeks apart and lick in-between."
Evan's eyes were rapt as she spoke, her hands miming her words, pulling her ass-cheeks apart slightly. The tension was broken as a man walked into the store. Jade turned around and smiled at Evan knowingly.
Minutes later, Evan walked out the door, "Ass Worship" Volumes 1-4 in his hands.
Another time, Evan started to admit he kinda liked moves with MILF's in them. But Jade was quick to reply.
"Are you sure? I mean, I don't know, aren't younger sluts kinda better? I mean, they have way more energy, they're prettier, their skin is just so smooth and silky and unblemished. They're, like, pulsing with need! And plus, there is nothing quite like a pair of big, teenage tits! Right?" Jade said proudly, pushing out her jugs subtly. Evan couldn't help but glance down at her chest, before looking back at her smiling face.
He walked out of the store with "Backdoor Teen Sluts" Volumes 1-4 in his hands.
Another time, they were talking about tattoos. Evan was saying how he liked girls without tattoos, that he thought tattoos were a bit trashy. Jade was happy to reply.
"But, that's kind of the point, right? The type of girl that is super hot, super slutty, that isn't the type to be afraid of. To mark their bodies permanently, and show off that they are not the girl next door. They are something more. I mean, look at me, I have tattoos, and I'm super slutty!"
"What?" Evan said, a bit taken aback.
"Yeah, here, look." she said, turning around and pulling up the hem of her shirt, exposing her tramp stamp to the married man. It was an ornate design, tendrils of the design trailing along the upper curves of her rear-end. Sprouting from these tendrils were hearts, but each one had a dagger going through each one. "I have other ones, too, but if you want to see those, you'll have to buy me a drink, first." she lilted.
Evan smiled nervously. Minutes later, he walked out of the door, "Emo Chicks Need Big Dicks" in hand.
On this next visit, they discussed hair color.
"I don't know." Jade began. "I think blondes are just a dime a dozen, you know? And I think brunettes are kinda plain. But red-heads, that's where it's at. Red-heads are filthy. Trust me." Jade marveled, shaking her hair. "I tell you, Evan, you get a red-head between the sheets, and you won't go back."
One less copy of "Fiery Redheads Need it Bad" remained in the store by the end of the day.
Diana was unsure if Evan was even aware that the young redhead was manipulating him. From afar, Diana could see her attraction to him with the way she acted and how she flirted with him. But Evan might be too naïve to see her intentions.
Unfortunately, he was about to.
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Evan was in the porno shop again, drifting in the aisles, looking for something to slake his new addiction. Deep down, he knew he was overdoing things. A married man shouldn't be buying this much porno. He shouldn't be spending this much money on such filthy things, especially when he knew he could find a lot of this stuff online for a lot less money. But, he kept coming back for more. He didn't know why, but he did. He couldn't get enough. He just kept ending up in this store.
Now, as he roamed the aisles, he didn't know what he wanted. He had seen so much over these past few weeks that things that would have driven him wild then now seemed like well-worn territory. He was looking for something new. Something fresh. Something hot.
"Undecided?" Jade asked, emerging from around the corner, startling the married man.
"Oh, uh, yeah, I guess." Evan replied. "Any recommendations, Jade?"
Jade smiled. She was wearing all-black, a black, low-cut tank top with some metal band logo on the front. She wore a frilly, all-black lace skirt, black fishnets, and her standard heavy, black, leather boots. Her black outfit and dark make-up was especially set-off by her creamy-pale skin.
"Is the same old stuff getting a bit old?" Jade asked.
"Well, yeah, it's like, I don't know, it's all still good. But I kinda want something more." Evan replied.
"I know exactly what you mean." Jade said. "There is only so much you can see before you need to step it up. You can only fantasize so much about before you need something... more."
With that Jade stepped forward and placed her hand on Evan's crotch, squeezing his swollen member. Evan jumped back, as if burned, and looked around, realizing he was alone with this younger girl.
"Oh, c'mon, Evan. There's no need to hide anything from me. Why do you think you keep coming back in here, day after day? It's not just for the porn. Face it, Evan, you've been coming in here for me." Jade argued.
"What? Of course not!" Evan replied.
"You have to admit the fact that I know more about you than your wife ever did. I know your secrets. The things you're afraid to tell her. You're not afraid to tell me. You've been open with me about your deepest, darkest most twisted fantasies, because you feel what I do. A connection, a burning, simmering attraction. A dark, depraved lust for a girl who is so different from your boring... stupid... ugly... wife." Jade said firmly, stepping forward again and taking his rock hard cock into her grip, squeezing it hard. "Mmm, I think baby likes what I have to say."
"No... Jade... ugh..." Evan grunted, not pulling away.
"C'mon, Evan, you've been checking out my tits since the first time you came in here!" Jade said brightly.
"Jade, please..." Evan said, sweeping her hand away.
"I don't blame you for checking me out, Evan. Let's face it, I've got your wife beat in every way. I'm younger, I'm hotter, I've got a way better body, way bigger tits... I'm younger, tighter and better." Jade claimed.
"Jade, you've got the wrong idea." Evan panted out, panicking.
"You know, it's always you straight-laced guys that are deep down the most twisted. It's always you nice, hard-working, upstanding member of society type guys who want to get kinky as fuck in the bedroom. You marry the boring, yuppie girls who act like they know stuff but really don't know shit. And deep down, you want girls like me. You don't want a nice, boring, pretty girl. You want a nasty, slutty, whorish little tease... like me. You want a girl with tattoos, pierced nipples, and a clit ring." Jade purred. Evan's cock jumped in her hand. "Mmm, baby likes that! A normal, handsome man, works nine to five, goes home to his plain, happy wife, but he can't stop thinking about the slutty teenage redhead with the big tits and the piercings that works at the porn shop. You got tired of staring at your wife's bony ass, so you started coming in here and staring at my juicy one. You go home to a wife who dresses in white, but you can't stop thinking about the slut dressed in black. You want to resist, but you can't stop thinking about what color thong I'm wearing. You could go home to your nice, big house, your plain wife, and your boring, daily routine, or you could sneak off to the slutty goth girl's cheap apartment and spend the night getting your brain's fucked out."
"Jade, uh, th... this isn't right. I'm married." Evan stammered. She stepped forward, forcing Evan's back against a wall.
"I think this throbbing married cock says otherwise. You've never done anything wrong at all, have you?" Jade began, squeezing his cock more firmly. "You've always done what other people wanted you to do. You've always played by the rules. But you're starting to realize being bad is so much more fun. Evan, my body was built for bad things. I'm one of those dirty sluts you were warned about." With that, she slipped her hand under the hem of his slacks and his underwear, till her fingers wrapped around the warm skin of his bare, turgid weapon. "Wow! I can feel how much you want this! So big and fucking hard! This cock SO wants to do bad things. This cock so wants you to cheat on your wife. You've been dreaming about it. Fantasizing about it. And I have to. I so want to fuck a married man. Just the thought of a guy throwing out his vows just cause I'm that fucking sexy, that he wants me that bad... God, I want it! Think about it, Evan. This cock is just moments away from being buried up to the balls in a bare, wet, teen cunt! And when it's done there, it will be buried in a teenage girl's asshole, a privilege all married cocks deserve. Those big hands are gonna be squeezing my big, bare tits! This cock is about to have an eager young mouth sucking it off and swallowing every drop of cum in your balls. You're this close to feeling my tongue stud against the underside of your shaft. That married mouth is about to be filled with some hard nipples, and a teenage pussy, and a sexy, tight asshole. Why throw away all that pleasure? Why not just... indulge?"
Evan was wondering the very same thing. Why not just give in? He couldn't think straight as the teenage slut kept her hand in his pants, stroking his cock perfectly. Evan was always so tentative and careful and respectful with Diana. He had never been driven this wild by a woman, until now. This teenage, goth, redhead slut was turning him on more than any other woman had before. He didn't know what it was about her. Her luscious, hot body. Those mammoth, fleshy breasts. That round, juicy ass. Her gorgeous, teasing face. Her striking green eyes. Her dark sense of style, and how that combined with her natural good looks gave her a darkly sexual edge. Was it her tattoos and piercings, something so foreign to the straight-laced married man? Was it her obvious knowledge of all things sex that made her so appealing? He couldn't put his finger on what it was about her that drew him to her, but his lust for this goth teenage slut was real. He didn't realize it before, but she was the ideal, nasty slut of his fantasies.
He had spent the last few weeks fantasizing about this kinda thing, being ambushed by an aggressive, unrelenting slut. Just the thought of it, the thought of such irresponsibility, of such casual betrayal, it drove him nuts. How good must that sex be to betray someone you love? It would have to be amazing to make the sex worth it. He had always told himself it was just a fantasy, but now he was being presented with the reality, and it was as hot as the fantasies. He had an aggressive teenage slut with the body of a porn star targeting his married cock. He had to decide what was more important. His loyalty to his wife, or living out his sizzling hot fantasies? The needs of his heart or the needs of his cock? Was he willing to risk his entire marriage just to see the luscious naked body of a 19-year-old porn shop worker? Was he willing to throw his marriage away just to indulge his curiosity and see what kind of sexy tattoos marked this gorgeous slut's pale, creamy skin? He wanted to be loyal to his wife, but Jade and these pornos had him wondering if he was missing out on something. Did Evan want to go through life always on the straight and narrow, never taking any risks, never seeing the other side of life? Could he go through life never knowing the pleasures of a pair of giant, soft breasts? Could he live with himself not knowing just how mighty and powerful that ass of hers was? Did he really want to go through his life never spending at least one night with one, just, total and complete slut? Did he want to just subsist on married sex and never experience a lusty encounter with a sex expert? Was Diana really enough for him, or did he need more?
Diana had done so much for him, bringing him out of shell, seeing something in him that no one ever did. Evan loved her and was grateful for all that she had done. He owed her so much. He certainly owed her enough to not just cheat on her. He shouldn't just betray her at the first opportunity. He should be a good husband and resist, but that just seemed so difficult. Cheating sounded so good!
Evan looked down as the teasing slut chewed her lip. Evan glanced at her fault-line of creamy cleavage. She was sexy, no-doubt, but she was certainly the wrong choice. Diana was a successful, professional woman, a good-looking, attractive wife. Jade was a 19-year-old slut who worked in a porn store. She certainly didn't have a lot of future prospects, and any man should know better and aim higher than this trashy goth slut. Sure, she was sexy, incredibly sexy, but it was clear she was bad news.
The choice should be obvious, right?
***************
Diana was nervous as the security footage ended. For a few moments, the screen was black. Diana was watching, nervous at what she was about to see. Deep down, she knew...she knew what she was about to see.
But when footage re-appeared on screen, and the setting had changed from the inside of the porn store to footage of a video camera perfectly positioned inside of a bedroom, even though she suspected it, Diana's heart still dropped.
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Evan burst into the bedroom, the young slut wrapped around him as they furiously made out. Jade's legs were wrapped around his hips, her heels locked together as his hands held her under her knees, supporting her. Her arms were wrapped around his neck, and her tongue was down his throat.
Evan was surprised at how quickly he had succumbed. He had debated it for... only a second, it seemed, before he gave in, before his lips met Jade's in a fierce kiss. His attraction towards Jade, his urge to cheat, was too strong. They made out roughly in the porn shop, rolling against the walls as their hands were all over each other. Their lips only parted when Jade's co-worker entered and caught them in the act, rolling his eyes in annoyance at his slutty co-worker. Jade quickly clocked out, grabbed a few articles of slutty lingerie, stuffed them in her bag, and followed the married man out the door.
Jade was all over the married man as she guided him to her place, forcing Evan through unfamiliar territory on the bad side of town. They eventually reached her apartment building, and neither of them could keep their hands off the other as they entered.
Evan dropped the teen slut onto the bed and stepped back. The younger woman's striking green eyes stared up at him, legs spreading invitingly, exposing her creamy thighs. With only a moment's hesitance, Evan reached down and began to lift the hem of his shirt. He was soon bare-chested in front of this young slut, and she was an appreciative audience, eyeing his fit upper-half hungrily. Evan didn't pause for a second before beginning to undo his belt, not wanting to disappoint his slut. He let his slacks fall to the floor, leaving him clad only in his tight blue boxer-briefs, which clung to his engorged member.
"Wow." Jade marveled, seeing visual evidence of his size. "I definitely struck gold. I know I felt it before, but I didn't realize you were that big!"
"Uh, thanks." Evan replied.
"You don't have to be shy with me, Evan. I'm not your wife. I'm your whore. Your mistress. Your slut on the side. With me, you can be honest. Expose the real you. The side you can't ever let your wife see." Jade explained. Evan nodded. "Now, show me that married cock!"
Evan exhaled then lowered his briefs, letting them fall to the floor, showing off his throbbing married cock to a woman other than his wife for the first time ever.
"Whoa." Jade called out appreciatively as Evan's cock bobbed in front of her eyes. "That is the married cock of my dreams." she said before standing up. She stepped forward and took his bare cock in her smooth hand, causing him to jump slightly. "You really should have known this would happen. This is what happens when you wave a fat fucking cock in front of an innocent, impressionable 19-year-old."
"You are far from impressionable." Evan remarked.
"Ah!" she said, mock offended. "I'm just a simple, innocent teenage girl trying to make a living just innocently selling porn to an appreciative audience. But you saunter in and wave this fat fucking cock under my nose and you think I can just let that pass? Do you realize how fucking horny I am? I could practically smell that massive cock as soon as you came in. I could practically hear the cum sloshing around your sack. You were gagging to be taken, weren't you?" she asked, stroking his meat.
"God, yes." Evan moaned out, his attention being drawn toward his cock being pleasured.
"Your wife must be pretty dumb." Jade began. "Just dragging you around, trying to be all 'adventurous' and 'edgy' by going to a porn store. She didn't realize how plain she really is. She doesn't realize what a hunk you are, and that other women might want a taste. She didn't realize she was just showing you off, just begging for you to be taken from her. She didn't realize there are other women that won't show her any respect just cause you have a ring on your finger. She doesn't realize that other women won't play nice when there's good sex on the table. You realize this cock is mine now? It belongs to me. This fat dick, those heavy balls, all the cum filling it up, it's all for me now. Your wife got reckless and stupid, and now another woman owns her man's cock. If she was smart, she would just lock you up in your house and use you for her pleasure. I might have to do that... I have handcuffs in the dresser." Jade teased.
Evan's head fell back as the younger girl stroked him. He looked around the room. Her apartment in general looked fairly cheap, a lot of stuff looking like she got them second-hand. Her room had posters on the wall for bands, but the general décor was black. There definitely was a bit of forebodingness to this room.
Jade pulled him into a kiss, her soft lips meeting his. She slithered her tongue into his eager mouth, and as their tongues mashed together, he could feel her tongue stud against him. It was a new experience for the sheltered married man, to say the least.
She pulled him to the bed, curled into each other as they made out. Finally, Jade pushed him away, pushing the naked married man onto his back, his head at the foot of the bed.
"Close your eyes, baby." Jade purred, getting back on her feet.
The camera recording this scene was facing the foot of the bed, and in this position, Diana could only see the top of her husband's head. As Jade stood, her back faced the camera. Diana watched as the young woman let her skirt drop to the floor, exposing her thong clad ass to the camera. Each cheek was round and full, and her right ass-cheek had a tattoo of a snake's tooth, dripping with venom. She then lifted her tank top, exposing her bare back. She had a very large tattoo there as well, what appeared to be a pair of wings, adorning her entire back. And they weren't like bird's wings, or angel's wings. They looked more severe. They looked like devil wings.
As she lifted her top over her chest, her massive breasts plopped out, so large they were partly visible from behind her. Jade tossed the top aside and pulled her thong down, leaving her naked save for her fishnet stockings and leather boots. She was done stripping for now, so she joined Evan on the bed. She climbed over the nude married man, getting on all fours on top of him.
"Open up, baby, and see your destiny." Jade said as she curled her fingers around Evan's shaft again. Evan's eyes opened and looked straight up at the bare, tight pussy above him. He eyed the piercing on her clit, and the sight of something so raw drove him wild. His mouth watered as he stared at the juicy cunt hovering inches above him. Her scent hit his nose, and his body jerked in pleasure. As the girl began stroking his cock, Evan slid his hands up around her ass and pulled her down as his mouth dove up and surrounded her pussy with his open mouth.
"Aaaahh!" Jade moaned out, feeling the married man's tongue enter her dripping cunt. As the married man began to suck her pussy, she returned her favor, letting the married man's cock enter her hot mouth.
Diana watched in horror as she saw the back of the young girl's head bobbing as she sucked off her husband. And in the center of the screen, her husband was eating this young, trashy slut's pussy, his mouth really getting in there, clearly enjoying the taste of her. He never got that ferocious with his own wife, but with this little tramp, he dove right in. Diana didn't know if she could watch this slutty young girl riding her husband's face, her big, fleshy, round ass-cheeks bouncing, her asshole pointed directly at the camera.
Diana didn't see what her husband found so appealing. This young girl was so trashy! Sure, she had big tits and a round ass, but Diana was far more trim and fit than the curvy girl she was watching on the screen. Plus, she was adorned with all those slutty tattoos and piercings. But for some reason, her husband was loving it as he slurped the young girl's cunt.
Evan and Jade were lost for a few minutes, sucking at each other. Any thoughts of his wife had faded from Evan's mind as he sucked at Jade's needy cunt. It tasted so good! Evan couldn't get enough of her tasty sex juices. He was also spurred on by the young mouth inhaling his cock.
Jade was sucking him so well! Her lips were stretched around his meaty pole as she inhaled the married man's cock. Evan could feel her tongue-stud against his shaft, driving him wild with lust. It was so wrong, but it felt so right. She was sucking him better than Diana ever did. His wife never sucked him with such ferocity. Diana was like a beginner compared to this girl. It was amazing to him that this young 19-year-old could be so much better at sucking dick than his wife, a woman 10 years her senior. Jade bobbed deep on every suck, taking every inch of his thick weapon into her tight, wet throat. It was clear that Jade was a very experienced and talented whore. Her red hair was falling into his crotch, tickling his balls as she sucked him.
Diana was disgusted by these images on screen, but she couldn't look away. Those nasty DVDs her husband had been watching sprung to her mind. So many of these cheating husband porno's featured the husbands being caught fucking their slutty, busty mistresses. In those movies, the mistresses were always busty and hot and sexy and always seemingly pure evil, just dripping with malice, a trait the men seemed to find irresistible. They reveled in having the men betray their wives. It was like sport for them, almost. And when they were caught by the plain, boring wives, they would have no mercy. It wasn't enough for them to simply carry out affairs behind the wives' backs, letting the wife think all was well while the hubby secretly snuck off with his slut on the side and gave her his best. Even though, in a way, that was the more sinister outcome, these sluts had higher hopes. They wanted to steal the husbands right in front of the stupid wives. When caught, these sluts would carry on with the sex, berating and humiliating the wives, making them cry and crumble in front of them, only making the cheating sex even lustier and better. Sometimes, the sluts would force the wives to participate in the action, which usually amounted them making the wives suck their assholes while they continued fucking the married man. Sometimes, they would make the wife suck their massive breasts, sometimes they would make them rub or suck their clits. No matter what, the sluts would make the wives give pleasure to the woman who had stolen her man, in a way to fully supplant her superiority.
It was clear both Jade and Evan loved this porn. And Diana knew, if she had caught them in person, the scene would carry on like it did in the movies. Evan and Jade wouldn't stop. They would keep going. They would humiliate her. If Jade got the opportunity, she would no doubt make the slim wife suck her asshole.
Diana shivered in disgust.
After a few minutes, the cheating couple stopped sucking each other off. Jade lifted herself and was now putting a lot of her weight on Evan's face, smothering his face with her cunt and her round, fleshy ass. She ground herself into his face, moaning as she did so, before finally pulling herself away, Evan's mouth forced off her pussy with a smack.
"Alright, baby." Jade began. "You ready to officially cheat on your wife? Full-on, cock-in-another-woman's-cunt-while-your-wife-waits-at-home-like-a- dumbass cheating?"
Jade knee-crawled on the bed to spin around to face Evan and the camera, keeping one arm across her chest, preventing full view of her breasts. She reached down and grabbed his dick as she straddled him, pointing the married cock directly at her needy pussy. Evan's eyes were on the young slut's chest, waiting for her big boobs to be revealed.
"I asked you a question, babe." Jade purred, fingers digging into her own abundant breast flesh. "Are you ready to cheat? To live out your fantasy with your dream woman? You ready to break your marriage vows permanently?" she asked, preening slightly.
"Yes. YES! Please! I'm so ready!" Evan plead. "Please show me your breasts! I need to see them!" he begged.
"You want to see my tits?" Jade asked.
"Yes!" Evan affirmed.
"Are you sure? Cause these aren't the type of tits you forget about." Jade purred. "These jugs will dominate all your thoughts... your fantasies. It's too much take. There are just so big! Letting these breasts into your mind will force all thoughts of your wife out of your brain. All that silly love and loyalty to her will have to go. So, I'll ask you again, are you going to choose these 44EE tits over your boring, ugly wife?" Evan paused for a moment.
"Yes." he relented.
"Say it like I did. Say you are choosing my tits over your boring, ugly, stupid wife." Jade ordered.
"I would rather have your tits than my boring, ugly, stupid wife." Evan repeated. Jade's plump lips curled into a smile, and she pulled her arm back, finally exposing her mammoth breasts to the married man.
Evan's eyes widened. He was in shock. Jade's breasts were just incredibly massive. Two round, smooth, creamy mounds of flesh, seemingly as big as fucking watermelons. Each pink nipple was round and smooth, and dangling from each nipple was a piercing. This vision was so raw and so sexy, Evan didn't know how to handle himself. Lust overcame him.
At the same instant that Jade lowered her needy pussy down over Evan's pulsing married cock, Evan lifted himself and attached his mouth onto one of the young slut's throbbing nipples.
"Aaaahhh!" Jade sighed with pleasure with the combination of the thick cock filling her wet pussy and the eager mouth beginning to suck her nipple. Evan's mouth formed a tight seal around the nub, sucking it, flicking his tongue over the hard nipple and the attached piercing. Jade spun her hips lightly, swirling the married cock inside of her. She wrapped her arms around the married man's head, squishing her breasts around his face, trying to smother him between her creamy breasts. Evan slid his hands up and cupped both of the fleshy jugs in his hands, digging his fingers into the mounds.
"Mmmmmm." Evan moaned from deep in his throat, the sensation of squeezing such massive breasts a deep-seeded pleasure he could not deny. He felt like a man, being able to squeeze tits this size. This was a pleasure he had been denied, kept away from for too long. His parents had kept him away from the pleasures of the flesh, and his wife had tried give him this type of pleasure in a very controlled manner. He had never had the chance to go out and take what he wanted, to indulge in those base, masculine needs, to experience something raw and filthy... until now. The pleasures of the flesh were in his hands, and he planned to indulge. He planned to let loose.
Evan slid his face against Jade's breasts, fully immersing himself in the softness. His hands were doing the same, squeezing her soft, fleshy orbs over and over again. He couldn't get enough of them, loving the sensation of the soft mounds pouring through his fingers. Evan's cock was equally indulging in this young slut's hot body, buried up to the balls in her tight, squeezing cunt. This was a new experience altogether. He was amazed again by Jade, amazed that such an obvious, blatant slut could have a cunt so much tighter than his wife's. His wife was no pure angel before she met him, but he had no doubt her history didn't compare to Jade's resume of men. And yet, Jade's cunt was so much tighter than Diana's pussy. Shouldn't it be the other way around?
Finally, Jade pushed him onto his back and dug her nails into his chest. He returned the favor, still squeezing at her melons.
"Alright baby, it's time to get the sex you would never get in married life." Jade boasted. Jade began to bounce on Evan, riding his married cock.
"Oh my God!" Evan moaned out. The sensation of Jade's tight cunt gripping his cock, smothering every inch with tightness and pleasure, it was a new experience.
"You like that?" Jade asked. "You like that fucking tight cunt around your married cock?"
"God yes!" he moaned out as she continued to bounce roughly on him.
"Better than your ugly wife's disgusting pussy?" Jade sneered.
"Yes! You're so much fucking tighter than her!" he admitted, gripping her tits roughly.
"Yes! Squeeze my fucking tits, baby! What a good fucking husband you are! You act all nice and good, but you go around and stare at all the pretty girls, gawk at their boobs, stare at their asses, and tell them how much tighter they are than your pathetic wife. Your wife loves you so much, but here you are, squeezing some nasty slut's huge boobs and saying such nasty things about her." Jade marveled.
"Fuck!" Evan groaned, driving up into her harder.
"Say it, baby. Talk like they do in the movies! Talk to me like a real, sexy fucking man cheating on his stupid, boring, ugly wife with the hottest bitch he could find!" Jade pled.
"Yes!" Evan moaned out. "I love it! You're so fucking sexy, Jade! Your body is insane! I love your tits!" he said, jiggling her boobs appreciatively in his hands. "I love your ass!" he said, sliding his hands down her sides, going around her body and squeezing both of her firm, round ass-cheeks firmly. "I love your tattoos. Your fucking piercings! I love it all!"
"You already love me, don't you Evan?" Jade asked, her huge tits bouncing in the married man's palms. "You already love me way more than you ever loved your stupid wife. Don't you? You fucking love the porn shop slut more than your plain, boring wife? Right? Admit it!"
"YES!" Evan groaned out, driving up into her, not sure if he really loved this young slut, but knowing for sure that saying it would drive him wild with lust. "Yes, I fucking love you, you little bitch! I love you more than I ever loved my disgusting wife! She's nothing compared to you. You, you nasty fucking slut, you're better than her in every fucking way!"
"Tell me! Tell me who owns this cock now! Tell me!" Jade demanded.
"You do!" Evan screamed out. "You own this fucking cock! It's your property! I married Diana, but my cock belongs to you! You can do whatever you want to it and I won't stop you!"
"FUCK!" Jade screamed out, bouncing on Evan harder. "I'm such a fucking whore! A whore for married men! God, I'm never fucking a single guy ever again! Married men need sluts like me! The only reason boring women can stay married is if their men have sluts like me to take care of them!"
The illicit lovers worked up a sweat as they fucked. Evan held his hands on Jade's ass, pulling her down into him as he drove up into her, squeezing the ripe, juicy cheeks firmly. And she drove that ass into him, fucking him into submission, using her ass like the weapon it was.
"I want to do it all, baby!" Evan groaned out. "I want to fucking do it all with you! Only you!"
"Oh baby, we will! We fucking will!" Jade moaned out, bouncing on the married dick. "I'll be your fucking slut! You can have me in any hole at any time! I'll do whatever you want! We'll do all the fun stuff, and we'll leave all the boring, dull shit to that fucking wife of yours. Cause that's what wives like her deserve."
"Yes!" Evan said, driving up into her hard, looking and acting more like an alpha male than he ever had before. "I want to make all your nasty fantasies come true!"
"Babe, that's a long fucking list! Fuck yes!" Jade screamed. "You are so hot! My perfect, fantasy married man. We're gonna do it all! We're gonna fuck every day behind your wife's back! You're gonna fuck my mouth, my cunt, my ass, my tits! We're gonna fuck in your marital bed whenever we get the chance! I want your sheets soaked with my sweat and cum when your wife sleeps on it! I want her to smell me every fucking night. I want to put my sweaty ass on her pillow when you fuck me! I want your wife to catch us! I want her to catch me juicing your cock for every drop of cum! When she sees the young, pierced, tattooed up slut fucking her husband better than she ever could, her heart will break, and her tears will make me cum! When she's a slobbering, blubbering mess, I'll grab her head, pull her in close, and smother her fucking ugly face with my ass!"
"Oh my God!" Evan grunted out, driving up into the young slut harder.
"Yes! Fuck yes!" Jade screamed out. "Yes! I'll grab her by her ratty hair, pull her in rough, and just scrub my sweaty ass all over her disgusting face! I'll slide my ass-crack all over her nasty face while I ride you. She'll never forget the taste and smell of my ass! I'll make her kiss my asshole, make her suck it, make her rim me, GOD YES!" Jade squealed. Evan drove up into her roughly, loving the filth she could come up with. "Pound me, Evan! Pound me! Pound my hot body with your fat cock! You like that? You like the thought of this 19-year-old slut making your wife her ass slave?"
"GOD! FUCK YES!" Evan grunted out, pulling Jade down hard, his lips meeting hers as they kept fucking hard, driving into each other roughly. Her breasts jiggled against Evan's fit chest. Jade turned her head to the side, her lips moving close to the married man's ear.
"I'm close, baby." Jade whispered. "Make me cum! Make your little whore cum!"
"I'm gonna cum, too!" Evan groaned out, still aiding the little slut bouncing on him.
"Do it inside me, babe." Jade gasped out. "Cum in me! Make me your little pregnant whore! Evan, I love you, and I want to have all your babies! So do it! Fill me with all that hot, sticky cum! Give me all the sperm in your balls! Give me all the babies that were supposed to belong to your stupid fucking wife! This cock won't truly be mine till you do! The only way this fucking fantasy can end is with you knocking me up! So do it! Do it! Give me your cum! I want it so bad!" the young slut begged.
"Fuck yes!" Evan screamed out. "I want it! I want you to have all my babies! I don't want my ugly wife to have any! You're so much better than her, you deserve it all!"
"I'm gonna cum, baby! I'm gonna cum! Make your little tattooed slut cum! Make my cunt quiver, baby! Oh my God! OH MY GOD! OH GOD! OH GOD! FUCK! FUCK! FUCK! YES! YES! YES! YYYYYEEEEESSSSSSS! FFFFFFFFUUUUUUUUCCCCCCCCKKKKKKKKKKK YYYYYYYEEEEEESSSSSSSSSSS!" Jade screamed at the top of her lungs as she came, her cunt locking around Evan's pulsing married shaft.
"UUUUHHHHH GGGOOOODDDD YYYYYYYYYEEEEEEEESSSSSSS!" Evan grunted, his voice strained as his balls twisted in climax, cum firing from his sack into the tight young slut on top of him. Their bodies writhed together in pleasure as the married man came inside his new slut.
Diana was disgusted. Horrified, disgusted, revolted, appalled. Her life had just fallen apart in front of her eyes. Her husband had cheated on her with a scheming slut, who had designs to destroy and humiliate Diana. Evan had agreed to this sick filth, going along with it, taking pleasure in the idea of taking part in it.
Diana wanted to look away, but part of her couldn't help but keep watching. She knew she had to see this. She had to know how far her husband had fallen. She kept watching as her husband and the little slut's lips met in soft kisses as they came down from their highs. Something so intimate, after something so brutally sexual. It was jarring.
Diana was shaken from her reverie by the phone ringing. She finally pulled her eyes away from the screen and picked up the bedside phone.
"Um, hello?" Diana asked, her voice cracking.
"Uh, hi, this is Paul Shoemaker, is this Diana?" a voice asked.
"Uh, yes." Diana confirmed.
"Hi, Diana, I work with your husband. I'm calling because we've been trying to get ahold of him. I know he took a sick day, but we've been trying to call him on his cell, and he didn't reply, and we finally found someone who knew his home number, so we're wondering if he was there so we could talk?" Paul asked.
"Uh..." Diana began. A sick day? He took a sick day? He had left this morning like he was going to work like normal. Then, it hit her. He was with Jade. He had spent his morning with her. That would explain why Jade was so disheveled when she came in. They had been doing it again this morning. Evan clearly felt no guilt after their first encounter, and they had kept going at it again.
"Mrs. Prentiss?" Paul asked.
"Oh... he's not here." Diana said, hanging up, nearly catatonic. Her eyes were on the screen. Jade was now on all-fours, facing the camera, and Evan's face was buried between her full, round ass cheeks. Jade looked back at him and spoke up.
"Oh, Evan, you are so fucking good. Keep rimming my asshole. Yes! God, I love you. You are so fucking perfect. Babe, we will be fucking for a long, long time. I have so much more to teach you. To show you. You could be something special with me. And, plus, you think you've seen some real nasty porno? You should see my collection. The nastiest fucking shit you could find. All of it with men cheating on their wives. I even got some home-made stuff, true tales of men actually having the balls to cheat on their wives in the awesomest ways possible. Just wait till you see them. You'll get some good ideas." Jade boasted. Evan kept sucking her ass lovingly.
Diana was frozen in place. She watched her husband get behind Jade, his face rising above the edge of screen, disappearing behind it. Now, he was just another man, some guy with a slut in his bed. He put his cock in place, and pushed it into her tight ass. Diana's focus was on the slut on all fours, facing the camera. Jade grimaced slightly before her face softened into a look of pleasure. Evan began fucking her ass in earnest, and Diana couldn't stop watching. Jade's eyes were staring straight at the camera, as if she knew Diana would be watching. Diana was. She watched this trashy young slut, on all fours, her massive, creamy udders hanging below her, grazing the bed. And Jade's eyes, her fierce, striking green eyes just stared at her, smug in their superiority, smug knowing that Diana's husband was hers now. He was now for her pleasure alone, willing to play her sick games. There was malice behind that glare, a look that said that if Jade had her way, Diana would be behind the bent-over slut, worshipping her asshole with her tongue.
Diana hoped it would never come to that.
A depth of depravity she didn't know he had had been brought out of Evan, not only by Jade, but also by that sick porn Diana herself had brought into the house. Diana had started them down this slippery slope, and that had led his cock to another woman's tighter, better cunt. Diana knew she had had a good thing with Evan, and due to her lust for slightly better sex, she had lost everything. She had inadvertently sent Evan down a new path with another woman. She had blown it big time. And now her husband's cock was in the ass of another woman, giving him more pleasure than he had ever had.
Diana had been the one that did all the heavy lifting. She had taken him from a shy young man to a loving husband. She had done the hard work to unearth the stud underneath, and just at the point that that stud emerged, another woman had swooped in and taken the prize. At the last possible moment, that bitch Jade took over and was given all the orgasms Evan the stud was supposed to give to his wife. Diana had done the work and got none of the pleasure. Evan the stud had emerged, and someone else was reaping the benefits.
Sadly, this was almost the preferable option for Diana. She almost hoped that it was her work that had led to this, since the idea of that little whore doing in one night what Diana had failed to do in ten years filled her with an even greater sense of inadequacy. She was already feeling inadequate already. Jade was younger, with much larger tits, a hotter, rounder ass, and apparently, a tighter, wetter cunt. Diana suddenly felt flat, inadequate, and less of a woman than Jade. And if you find out your husband prefers a 19-year- old slut who works at a porn shop as opposed to his sweet, nice, pretty wife, inadequacy is all you can feel.
Diana finally turned off the DVD, not wanting to watch any more of her husband fucking another girl up the ass. And it was just in time, as minutes later, Evan walked in, wearing his work clothes. Diana was frozen, not sure what to expect. But Evan acted like normal, smiling at his wife.
"Hi." Diana said, unsure what to say.
"Hey, babe. Sorry I'm late. Work was crazy." Evan said effortlessly, coming over to give his wife a peck on the lips. Diana sensed a strange taste on his lips, but Evan gave no indication that anything was off. "I'm all sweaty, I'm gonna take a shower." Evan said, walking off.
Diana was stunned. He was lying, she knew that, but he was so good at it. His lies sounded true. Diana's heart dropped. She had taken pride in the fact that she had brought Evan out of his shell. But now, he had gone too far, too out of his shell, beyond what Diana could give him. She had trained him too well, and now, he had stepped out on her. He was cheating on her and lying to her easily about it, things she would have never thought he was capable of.
It was at this point that Diana realized she didn't really know her husband at all.
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_(Author's Note: This story was another attempt to do something a bit different. I hoped it worked. Once again, I wanted to put out the call for any and all story ideas for stories in this genre, with either fresh characters or characters from my other stories. So, thanks for reading, and thanks for sticking with my stories.)_ |
19,586 | Young, Dumb, and Easy | April601 | NonConsent/Reluctance | 2021-12-28 | 2021-12-28 | 2022-01-01 15:49:18 | 1 | literotica.com | https://www.literotica.com/s/young-dumb-and-easy | At 19 I had become a borderline nympho. | ['And Easy', 'Drunk', 'Dumb', 'Easy', 'Foursome', 'Group', 'Group Sex', 'Party', 'Young'] | 4.36 | By the time I was nineteen I had become a borderline nympho...I think that's a good word for it. I had a very hard time saying "No" and I enjoyed having sex. Sex with new partners was always the best.
At the time I still had very low self-esteem and I was always surprised when good-looking guys came on to me. Even more, surprising was when older or even married men showed an interest in little ole me.
Between the boys, I was meeting/ dating and the married men that seduced me when babysitting it was a very busy time. Sex had become a big part of my life. I was young, carefree, and willing to try anything. Looking back now I would say I was young, dumb, and easy.
One evening during this period I went to a party with my friend at her boyfriend's apartment. There was a lot of drinking and we were pretty drunk so he suggested we spend the night so we didn't have to walk home drunk.
We continued to drink and by the end of the night, there were just a few of us left. My friend and her boyfriend disappeared into the bedroom leaving me alone with three older drunk guys.
It suddenly dawned on me that these guys weren't leaving. I had assumed it was just me spending the night on the couch. This wasn't a good situation to be in. But they were just as drunk as me and besides my friend was just in the next room so that made me feel a bit safer. I was drunk and tired so I claimed the couch I was sitting on as mine.
I crashed on one couch and the three guys crashed on the floor and remaining couch. Someone turned off the lights and I tried to make myself comfortable.
I had been laying there for a while when I felt like I was going to be sick. The apartment didn't have air conditioning and I was sweating to death. Too much alcohol and heat made me feel queasy.
In the dark, I stumbled to the bathroom. I knew I drank too much so I made myself vomit and splashed some cold water on my face. I needed to cool off, so I stripped down to my panties and grabbed a tee-shirt that was hanging on the back of the door. As I began to feel better I headed back out to the couch to lay down.
When I got to the couch one of the guys was laying on the opposite side of my couch. He sat up and asked if I cared if we shared it as the floor was hard and he couldn't get to sleep. I was still drunk and replied with a whatever, I just wanted to pass out.
I was just on the verge of falling asleep when I felt him rubbing my leg. I figured ignore him and he'll knock it off and pass out. So I pretended I was asleep but he continued to rub my legs farther and farther up. I kicked and moved my legs which caused him to stop but as I was falling asleep he started rubbing again.
I continued my sleeping act hoping he would get the hint. Instead, he shifted his body around and was now resting his head on my upper thigh. Geez...
So I'm laying there on the couch in total darkness with some guy rubbing my thighs and butt. I continued to stay quiet as I was drunk and didn't really want to deal with anything.
He began to kiss my upper thigh and rub over my pubic bone, his fingers slipped farther down till he was pushing through my panties into my pussy.
Now I don't know if it was the alcohol or the fact that I was horny, or that I was semi-conscious or maybe all three but instinctively I spread my legs wider for him and moaned softly. Once he heard that he slipped two fingers under my now soaking wet panties and started to play with my clit. I began to moan again and my hips began moving from side to side.
He reached up and pulled my panties down off me. With two fingers deep in my wet pussy and his tongue lapping up and down my clit, I was moaning and wiggling around.
The room was pitch dark and I didn't notice that my moans had caught the attention of the other two guys until I felt hands all over me. As I laid there with my eyes closed I felt a cascade of hands up my shirt, mauling my tits and nipples. Hands running across my stomach and up my bare legs. Was this a dream?
Someone removed my shirt and now I was totally naked on the couch in the dark with three men all over me. No one spoke a word, there was total silence and darkness. I found it so erotic that it was so dark that I couldn't even see them.
It was an incredible feeling being touched and stimulated by so many hands. I felt as though I was going to explode with pleasure. They were eating me, kissing me, sucking on my breasts, and much more. I just laid there and took it all in.
The man who had been fingering me pulled me down onto the floor and laid me back on a blanket and pillow.
I was now on the floor with three men rubbing and kissing my body and I was ready to do anything and everything with them.
I just laid there and let them do whatever they wanted.
I heard belt buckles and zippers as they stripped down. I felt the warmth of their skin as they pressed onto me and laid on the floor next to me in the darkness.
I was now being eaten and fingered by one man, having my tits sucked and rubbed by another man and sucking the dick of a third man.
Adjusting themselves I felt cocks everywhere. As they licked and rubbed me, I was now jerking and sucking whoever's cock was in front of me.
I was placed on my knees and now sucking on all three cocks one after another. One guy came up behind me and pushed me onto all fours. Then all of a sudden in one motion slipped his hard cock into my dripping wet pussy. I let out a gasp as I wasn't prepared, although I should have expected it.
It felt so good having a cock inside of me. I moaned and began to grind back at him while he fucked me. I continued to suck on the other two cocks in my face. One of the cocks I was sucking on was absolutely huge which scared me.
He grabbed me by the hips and began fucking me hard and fast. With every deep thrust, my head bobbed forward taking whos ever cock it was deeper in my mouth.
I could feel he was about to cum. I managed to free my mouth from the cock I was sucking and begged him not to come inside of me. I knew he wasn't wearing a condom.
"Not inside of me" I pleaded.
But he didn't listen... he was too far gone. I heard him grunt loudly as I felt streams of warm cum shot deep inside of me. He continued to pump and drain his semen into me...Damn!
Just then one of the two men I was sucking erupted in my mouth. I swallowed some as he held my head firmly on his spastic cock as it gushed his seed down my throat overflowing out of my mouth as I choked and coughed.
The man behind me pulled out and retired to the couch where he passed out. The third man who had patiently waited his turn was also the largest man. He was half black and had the largest cock by far. He turned me over onto my back and positioned himself between my legs.
I looked up at him and even though it was dark or eyes met. I must have looked like a deer in the headlights. I braced myself for what was about to come.
"Be gentle..." I whimpered.
He reached down and positioned the head of his massive cock between my wet lips and slowly began to work himself into me. I clenched his forearms in anticipation and fear. He was being very gentle and slow. His cock was very thick and long but my pussy was wet and well lubricated with semen from the first guy. To my surprise, I engulfed the entire thing and although I could feel it stretching me it didn't hurt.
As he started to pump it in and out of me I couldn't believe how good it felt to be fucked by such a large cock. I swear my eyes rolled to the back of my head as he brought me to orgasm after orgasm. He gave me one of the best fucks I ever had.
When it was time I begged him to cum inside of me and he did. His long cock was so deep inside of me that his cum took days to find its way to drip out of me.
As we laid there recovering half asleep the second man had now recovered and wanted seconds. As I lay there he came behind me and began fingering my ass.
The three of them took turns fucking me all night. I felt like a rag doll being positioned and fucked as they pleased. This went on all night. There were short periods when I thought they had finished and were completely spent. I would fall asleep in someone's arms and then one would recover and take me again. I was passed back and forth all night by all three of them.
It must have been the alcohol because I'm not big on anal but I even let one of them slowly push his cock into my tight ass and fuck me.
I was awakened by my friend in the morning who was making coffee. I was naked and sprawled out on the floor with the blanket covering me. The guys were nowhere to be seen. To my surprise, she had no idea what happened in the night.
She asked me how I slept and I just said fine...I grabbed the blanket and scurried to the bathroom to shower. My friend obviously didn't take a good look at me as I was covered in dry semen from my hair to my toes.
I never told anyone what happened that night, it was all like a dream.
(True story) |
19,587 | Your Apartment | Mythinos | NonConsent/Reluctance | 2014-05-18 | 2014-05-18 | 2022-01-01 15:49:21 | 1 | literotica.com | https://www.literotica.com/s/your-apartment | Woman's date walks her home, and she cannot resist him. | ['Date', 'Dating', 'Nonconsent', 'Reluctance'] | 3.8 | As you walk back to your apartment with him, you think about how wonderful the dinner was. He was interesting, funny and witty. He didn't just talk about himself, but he listened to you. He listened with such intensity that you could tell that he really cared, and enjoyed your conversation. It was much too early in the relationship for you to be in love with him, but you were desperately wanting for him to fuck you. You could feel how hot and wet your pussy had become during the evening with him. Your body felt that familiar rush of excitement and that sense of lust for him that you hadn't felt in a long time. The walk from the restaurant was only five minutes, but it felt like an eternity. Would he invite himself inside, or would you have to ask him to stay with you? So many questions lingered in your head as you tried to make small talk, walking back to your apartment.
Once you reached your apartment, you didn't have to ask him to come in. You didn't have to go through that awkward moment at your front door. He asked you for your keys, and he opened the door for you. Out of nervousness, you asked him if he was coming in or going home. He responded with I am coming in. This caught you somewhat off guard at his confidence. Time seemed to stand still. All you can remember is excitement, anticipation, and nervousness, as it enveloped your every thought. He had never been to your apartment, but he grasps your hand and moved you into your bedroom. How did he know where my bedroom was? You felt as if you had no control; no say so in what was going to happen. You felt as if you were at his mercy, to do his bidding.
He moves you in front of him, with your thighs pressed up against your bed. He presses his body against the back of yours. You feel his hard cock pressing against your butt. His chest pressing against the back of your head. His thighs pressing the back of your legs... How does he do that? He moves his mouth kissing the back of your head, and moving down the back of your neck. Chills shoot through your body, goose pimples erupt quickly, causing your breathe to deepen, as if you were stepping into a cold shower. His powerful hands caressing your shoulders. He moves his hand to the back of your head, and suddenly without warning grabs a handful of hair, spins you around, and falls on top of you onto the bed. Your startled, scared, feeling helpless under his powerful body. Your pussy explodes with wetness, and heat. You thrust your hips up towards his, yearning for him to rub, touch, to explore your groin.
He positions himself over you, holding his own weight above you so you can breathe, so he is not crushing you. He starts to slowly kiss your lips before gently licking and sucking your top lip. Taking a handful of your hair, he pulls your head back to expose your open mouth to his. He pulls your hair and head, not to hard but not to gentle. His forcefulness and his confidence rushes through your body. Your pussy is wet, aching for him to touch it. He's holding himself above you with his hips pressing into yours, his knee pushing between your legs, pressing against your hot, wet pussy. Can he feel my wetness though my jeans and his?
His breathing is in rhythm with yours. You feel the heat of his breathe on your lips. He inhales your breathe into his lungs. His tongue moves over your lips. He begins to explore your mouth, and he licks front of your teeth. He slowly begins to kiss from your open mouth over your chin and down the front of your throat. Without warning, he sinks his teeth gently into your throat. You exhale suddenly and forcefully. Fear courses through your body, but it is quickly replaced with lust. You thrust your groin into his thigh. When did he position his thigh in front of my groin? Pleasure overcomes you, centered on your pussy. Your nipples swell with blood, hard as rocks; they yearn to feel his tongue on them.
His other hand begins pushing into your thigh, rubbing your sore muscle from the long walk you had today. Moving his hand up your thigh, across your hip, along your side and gripping your breast. He begins to massage your breast and pinching your nipple. You thrust your breasts towards him, arching your back. The stretch you feel is overcome by your desire to have him touch you, to penetrate you, to do something with your pussy.
His mouth moves to the side of your neck, he is licking, kissing and sinking his teeth into your neck again, at the same time he moves his other hand to your throat. He wraps his powerful hand around your throat, squeezing your throat and rubbing his thigh against your crotch. Your pussy is on fire, he has to be able to feel it. You match his thrusts with your own, pressing your groin as hard as you can into his thigh.
He starts to move his mouth down the front of your body, slowly kissing, licking and biting you on his way down. He stops momentarily at your stomach, to pause and bite into your stomach. Chills of anticipation course throughout your body like electricity. His hand leaves your throat, moving down your breasts to your hip. Both of his hands grasp your hips, and he pushes you further into the mattress. His lips gently kissing and massaging your thigh, the soreness of your muscle sending waves of euphoria throughout your body. His hands move down your leg to your feet followed by his mouth. He massages the soreness from your feet, slowly, gently, as if you were at a masseuse. He lightly runs his tongue up your toes, putting each one of them in his mouth, and he pushes his thumbs into the arches of your feet. "Oh god" you gasp, startled by the relaxing sensation, the lethargic feeling you get after a massage or an orgasm briefly explodes from your feet.
Suddenly, he grasps your ankles with his hands and spread your legs apart. The suddenness and shock startle you. His mouth follows the curve of your muscle and bone in your leg, as he moves up you're your feet, to your shin, over the top of your knee, and over the top of your thigh. He positions his head in your crotch. You feel his hot breathe on your pussy through your jeans. He presses his mouth into your groin. Can he feel out hot and wet I am? Slowly, he unbuttons and unzips your jeans with his mouth, his skill, his mastery excites you. He has done this before, not to you, but to someone else. You don't care about who he has pleased before. You are so hot and wet, that nothing is in your mind other than the thought of him pressing his tongue against your pussy. Slowly and gently, he pushes your jeans over your hips and your butt. He sits up to finish removing your pants, and he puts his head back in between your legs.
Both of his hands move up your legs, to your thighs and he grasps your ass, pushing your pussy closer into my mouth. He begins to lick your inner thigh moving his tongue across your pussy lips. Your heart is pounding hard, and your breathe increasing in respirations, and deepness. You feel the anticipation, the wanting, the excitement, and the danger of letting him into your soul, maybe your heart. He begins to push his tongue slowly into your pussy, pulling out and licking to your clit. Moving his tongue up and down the full length of your pussy. Your pussy is so sensitive that you can feel every taste bud on his tongue, his every breath. He stops only long enough to gently nibble and bite your lips, tugging on them every so lightly. You gasp, a flood begins to pour out from your pussy, heat devours his face, and blood fills your clit swelling it to its maximum.
He takes your clit in his mouth, and he begins to lightly suck. His tongue working your clit in conjunction with his mouth and his lips. You squirm, and thrust your hips into his face. You arch your back; you grasp his head with your hands. You softly caress his head, as he works your clit with his tongue, and mouth. Your breath quickens, your breath deepens. He moves one of hands from your butt, and begins to tease the entrance to your pussy with his finger. His finger wet with your juices; he pushes his finger inside you. This guy knows how to please you; he knows what he's doing. He pushes and pulls his finger inside and out of your pussy, in perfect rhythm as he sucks, and licks your clit.
Several times you approach orgasm, and he slows or stops working your clit, but he continues to fuck your pussy with his finger. It feels really good, but not enough to bring you to orgasm. Why does he stop licking me? Is he teasing me? Does he not want me to come? You try to force his mouth back onto your clit, but he is to strong. You want to come, you are so close, please god, keep licking my clit! Suddenly, he pulls his finger out of your pussy. You look up at him, but all you can see in the darkness is the shadow figure of his head.
He moves his tongue and mouth back onto your clit. You let out a long, deep gasp of air; your head falls back onto the bed. He moves his finger around the rim of your asshole. You tighten it startled by what he is doing! Oh my god, is he going to fuck me in the ass with his finger? I've never had anyone do this to me before. You are so hot, wet, and ready to cum, that the wrongness, the fear you have is subsided by excitement. He slowly, carefully pushed his finger into your asshole. Your pussy explodes, how can I get wetter than I already am? He pushes his finger centimeter, by centimeter into your asshole. You push your hips up into his face, your asshole exposed, vulnerable to his desires. You feel it coming, like an unstoppable fast moving train. The pressure, the electricity, the tingling, the goose pimples on your skin, the euphoric feeling that rushes from your pussy, and moves through your body like a rush of water. He senses that you're going to cum; he continues to lick, and suck your clit. He continues to fuck your asshole with his finger. Your body stiffens, your asshole begins to pulsate around his finger, cum explodes from your pussy, and onto his face. Every muscle in your body tightens, you almost scream.
He continues to fuck your asshole, he softly continues to lick, and suck your clit. Your body relaxes; your muscles release their tension. There is nothing bad that can happen to you right now. There isn't a negative thought, or a concern running through your head right now. He gently lets go of your clit, and continues to lick, nibble, and kiss the rest of your pussy. His attention to detail about your pussy is amazing. He slowly and carefully pulls his finger from your asshole. He slowly and methodically licks your pussy clean from your orgasm. You are tired, your pussy used, and pleasured.
He lifts himself up from your groin to look you in the face. You ask him what you could do to please him. He reaches up and grasps your throat. What is he doing? His other hand pins your waste to the bed. You're stuck, pinned, you cannot escape his grasp. Your fear is accompanied by your excitement. You feel yourself getting wet again. He leans forward, pinning you by sitting on your waist, his other hand still around your throat. He leans is mouth onto yours. You can feel your wetness and smell on his lips. You stretch your tongue out to meet his lips. He pulls back, and lightly slaps you across the face. You've been bad he tells you. He tells you that you cannot talk, and you cannot stick your tongue out to meet his with his permission. He tightens his grip around your throat, lightly choking you. He leans over one last time, and tells you that you are not allowed to please him yet. You are not ready.
He moves himself off of you, and gets up out of your bed. He walks towards the bedroom door, stopping short. All you can see is his shadowy silhouette, his broad shoulders through his dress shirt. What is doing? Where is he going? He tells you that he will see you again, for more training, but only when he decides. He turns and walks out of the bedroom. You hear the front door open and close. Your heart pounding from the fear, the excitement of what just happened. You lay there thinking about him, what was he thinking? Will he come back? How much more do I need to learn? How will I know? |
19,588 | Your Ass Is Mine | seceretwriter | NonConsent/Reluctance | 2006-09-07 | 2006-09-07 | 2022-01-01 15:49:22 | 1 | literotica.com | https://www.literotica.com/s/your-ass-is-mine | She wouldn't give it up, but he wanted it. | ['Anal', 'Anal Nonconsent', 'First Time Anal', 'Forced Anal'] | 4.03 | I had been dating Lara for six months now and she was fantastic, I loved spending time with her. We had met in the queue at a sandwich shop were I always get my lunch. She was stood in front of me wearing a tiny little black skirt, tight white shirt and killer heals. I couldn't resist saying hi and we chatted for about ten minutes before she told me she had to get back to work. She had the cutest little smile and giggle and I could have gotten lost in her almost clear blue eyes. I took a chance and gave her my business card with my email and mobile number on it, which she took as she turned and walked away from me saying only goodbye. I watched her tight little ass wiggle as she walked away from me and her long blonde hair fell all the way down to it. She was irresistible.
For two days I could think of nothing more and I was deeply disappointed that I hadn't heard from her, then as I was sat staring at my computer screen trying to make sense of the numbers on it when my email icon flashed up notifying me I had a new email. At first I dismissed it as more work and decided to ignore it for a while, but then a last little bit of fleeting hope made me open it, a massive smile spread across my face as I read.
"Morning Jacob
I'll be going for my lunch around 12 same place as before, see you there?
Lara x"
I emailed back immediately telling her that I would be there, I never received a reply but I knew that she would show. Sure enough at 12pm on the dot she walked through the door looking as irresistible as ever. I bought her sandwich and we sat on a near by bench and chatted for our full lunch break and arranged to go out the next night. We dated regularly and for the next six months things couldn't have been better the sex was amazing as well except for one thing, she wouldn't let me near that tight little ass of hers. Every time I asked her she gave me a polite and firm "no".
I had to have it so I hatched a plan, Lara came over after work and I had set the mood perfectly, I ran her a bath with oils and filled the bathroom and bedroom with candles, her favourite champagne chilling in the fridge. She grinned at me when I handed her the champagne and told her to get in the bath.
"And what's all this in aid of" she asked as she slipped into the tub, her long blonde hair pilled on top of her head.
"Nothing I just wanted to give you a special night that you will remember" I took a cloth and started to wash her back slowly and deliberately, causing little moans to escape her. After ten minutes I moved the cloth to her breast and her nipples instantly hardened as did my cock. I dropped the cloth to her stomach and slowly worked all the way down until I reached her pussy and I gently washed it, she spread her legs and gasped as I dropped the cloth and began to trace my fingers through her folds. I teased her until she was begging me to let her come, then I moved my fingers to her clit and gently traced tiny circles until she was on the verge of and orgasm. I stopped and pulled her out of the tub her disappointment was clearly showing.
"Patients I have more planned for you" I said as I lead her into the candle lit bedroom I sat her on the edge of the bed and dried her with a towel as I kissed her. Her delicate little hands reached for my fly and slid the zip down dropping my jeans to the floor and then my boxers. My very erect cock sprang out to meet her and she flicked her hot tongue across the head.
"Two can play the teasing game" she whispered as she worked her tongue all over my cock and balls never quite giving me what I needed. My hand rested gently on her head as she tortured me with that tongue. finally I could take no more and forced myself in her mouth, I watched as the corners of her mouth turned into a satisfied smile around my 9 inches. I pounded into her mouth I was desperate to come but I knew that wasn't my plan.
Before I reached the point of no return I pulled out of her mouth and pushed her back wards onto the bed, drawing her knees up allowing me perfect access to her pussy. She gasped as I dragged my tongue up the full length of her pussy and circled her clit. She was still very wet from my earlier teasing and I decided to give her what she wanted, I flicked harder then gently alternating the way I know drives her mad till I could feel her start to tremble, then I asked her
"Tell me what you want?"
"Make me cum, please make me cum!" she begged
I thrust two finger into her very moist hole and flicked at her g –spot until I felt her orgasm start then I slid my fingers down to her tiny little ass hole and gentle pushed a finger in. She all but screamed whilst her orgasm took her and her ass clenched around my finger while I continued to lick her clit. I held my finger in her ass until she began to come down and then I gently slid it out.
"What the hell did you do to me?" She cried
"shhhh" I whispered as I rolled her onto her stomach placing a pillow below it. I grabbed some lube which I had hidden at the side of the bed and quickly rubbed it onto my cock without her realising. Then I started at her neck and planted little kisses all the way down her neck until I reached her ass, then whilst I continued to kiss I slipped my well lubed finger in between her cheeks, she tensed immediately so I slid my hand back up to her back urging her to relax. I then grabbed the silk scarf's we some times used and tied them to her wrist and then to the bed post, she looked afraid.
"Its ok I won't hurt you" I said in hushed soothing tones and then I attached her ankles in the same way. All the time she murmured at my kisses and caresses and then I worked my way back to her ass again I gentle parted her cheeks and kissed her ass hole.
"What are you doing? Don't do that it's dirty" but no sooner were the words out of her mouth did I stick my tongue into her ass hole and she let out a cry of pleasure.
"Just let me lick you, I will not hurt you, you trust me don't you?" I asked
"I...I guess, but wont it hurt?" a slight tremor in her voice.
"Only if you fight me. Relax" I said. Then I replaced my tongue with my finger slowly she clamped her ass tight shut and I ordered her to relax, she did and whimpered at the intrusion then with my finger in her ass I began to rub her clit, she instantly relaxed as she gave into the pleasure in her clit. I began to work my finger in and out of her ass and then introduced another finger the whole time working her clit. I could feel her orgasm building and I removed my hands from her clit and ass.
She turned her head to face me and I could see the fear in her eyes.
"Its ok, just relax" I said as I eased my cock to her tiny virgin ass.
"No Stop, I can't do this, stop" she cried out.
"You can and you will" I said as I pushed her head back to the pillow, I had wanted this for to long and I wasn't gonna give up now, she had enjoyed my finger in her ass and I knew she would enjoy my cock.
I noticed a tear sliding down her cheek, but I chose to ignore it I gently pushed at her ass hole with my cock, she was tense and so I slapped her ass hard the shock causing her to open up to me. The head slid in and she cried out, I held there and leaned to kiss her cheek.
"Relax; you will like it, I promise." She all but snarled her response at me and I moved my hand back to her clit and began to tease it, after a few minutes she began to relax and I started to push slowly into her. She moaned loudly until I bottomed out the whole time still rubbing her clit. Once in I waited again, I would feel how wet her pussy was and after a moment I gently began to ease out of her ass, she groaned again as I pushed back into her, I continued with very slow deliberate strokes for a while then I asked.
"How does it feel baby? Is it feeling better?"
"Y.....yes a bit" she nervously stammered, probably not wanting to admit it to her self, let alone me. Her ass felt to amazing, it was so hot I couldn't hold back anymore, I removed my had from her clit and began to pound into her ass harder and harder, she was grunting with every thrust and I could feel her climax approaching I reached for the scarf on her right wrist and released it while I pounded her ass.
"Rub your clit, come with me" I demanded. Her hand moved to her clit instantly and I moved faster and harder into her ass. Then I felt her orgasm wash over her she trembled violently and cried out, the feeling of her hot ass clenching almost painfully around my cock caused my own climax and I shot hot stream after hot stream into her ass as we came together.
I collapsed on top of her our bodies sweaty and spent my cock still in her abused ass hole. As I began to soften I slowly let it slip from her ass and released the remaining scarfs. I turned her to me, hoping she wouldn't be to mad, she smiled at me.
"I suppose I should learn to trust you, next time you want to try something new I won't reject you with out considering it properly. But don't think you can ever force me again!"
"I wont I promise, I just knew you would enjoy it, you did enjoy it didn't you?"
"Yes I did, but we wont be doing it again for a while my ass is sore as hell" she giggled.
Then we both cuddled and drifted of to sleep, that was the moment I knew I loved her. |
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