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19,589 | Your CNC Abduction Fantasy Ch. 01-02 | emerger | NonConsent/Reluctance | 2020-09-03 | 2020-09-03 | 2022-01-01 15:49:23 | 1 | literotica.com | https://www.literotica.com/s/your-cnc-abduction-fantasy-ch-01-02 | Consent/nonconsent abduction story originally in two parts. | ['Anal Sex', 'Bondage', 'Choking', 'Creampie', 'Eroticasphyxiation', 'Noncon', 'Nonconsent', 'Oral Sex', 'Spanking'] | 4.35 | You agreed to meet even though you had only talked online. But those fantasies of CNC, bondage and abduction, coupled with rough repeated sexual acts bordering on abuse had infected you. You knew it was a big risk, but giving control under such circumstances seemed so alluring, freeing and it didn't hurt that he was attractive as older men go. Plus, his confidence made you believe he would deliver, like in his fantasies: waves of pleasure, multiple orgasms coupled with hints of fear and the unknown.
You pulled into the dark Park-n-Ride lot just off the Interstate and parked alongside a large dark colored SUV where he instructed. You got out and walked to its rear, alongside a treed and bushy fence line. Before you saw him, you heard his voice for the first time. There he was, waiting, as promised, "Face the vehicle," he ordered. You did so without getting to see his face, to verify it was the same guy from the profile.
You heard it unlock and winced. Pangs of regret stared to creep in. What had you gotten yourself into this time? He stepped behind you, reaching around to open the liftgate. The lights inside did not come on and in the back of the SUV there were several moving blankets and the rear seats were folded forward to provide additional space. Along the edges, you could barely make out four cargo restraints. You felt your stomach turn. It had all sounded like a great fantasy online, "Get in, head first, face down," he whispered. You climbed in, wondering what he would do if you refused.
You felt him follow. You wanted to look back. You heard the liftgate come down and just as it closed, he pushed you down and you felt his left knee just above the small of your back. He pressed hard enough to make it uncomfortable. Then he grabbed your right hand and put it under his right knee. You heard Velcro but then he was already on to your left wrist before you realized it.
He shifted quickly to your ankles. In seconds you were secure. Then you felt him spin and grab your hair. He lifted your head up and you started to speak, but he shoved a ball gag in your mouth and used his leg to hold it there while he tightened the straps. Now the real sense that the decision to meet him might be the last mistake of your life set in. He grabbed your hair again, this time turning your head so you could see his face.
It was a sinister grin. But thankfully, it appeared to be him. He immediately let go and threw a blanket over your head. You felt him move his hand on your right leg just below your knee. He had asked you to wear a skirt and no panties. His hand slid up the back of your thigh then between them. Then onto your left ass cheek. "Good girl," he said, not finding panties, "following instructions is the key to your safety." His hand slowly found its way down the dimple of your ass and slid forward between your thighs. He touched your labia and you quivered.
He traced it toward your clit and back. Up one side, down the other. You could feel wetness building. Then, he slid his fingers in. You breathed deep. It was happening. Total surrender. You were helpless.
They went deeper, hitting your warmth. Then, he slid them out, whispering, "You are too trusting." Worry crept back into your thinking. You felt him hike your skirt up off your butt and lower himself between your legs. You felt the tip of his cock caress your labia. They ached for him to enter and he did, slowly parting them. He worked his cock tip up and down your slit.
Your juices started to flow and he eased into you opening, his cock's head filling your hole. It was hot and hard. He thrust slowly forward and you felt him inch deeper and deeper in. He kept push and you kept taking. You felt his legs start to press up against your ass as you struggled to accommodate his length. He stopped and then started a long outstroke. Your fluids had barely lubricated him and you felt the gentle tug of initial skin to skin. You exhaled having been so nervous you had been holding your breath.
He stopped just as his head startled to emerge from your pussy. His next in- stroke was not so gentle. In no time, he rammed his cock into your still tight and not wet enough pussy. Then quickly out and in again. The friction caused heat as he continued, vigorously thrusting. You felt him swell and increase the pace. Now you had become wet and drippy. He was sliding in and out with ease, hitting your cervix, then almost out.
The thrusting continued and you started losing track of time as you felt yourself getting wetter and wetter. Then came a particularly hard and deep thrust awaking you from your trance. He swelled more staying deep in, his cock pulsated hard and you felt the gush of his first hot load. He continued to thrust while all in and you felt yourself stretch as waves of cum entered you on every pulse. After six or seven pulses and thrusts, he pulled back, resting his cock at you opening. You felt him take it and pull the tip away then trace your labia, squeezing the last of his load onto your clit.
As your pelvis warmed from the touch, he adjusted himself and covered you with a moving blanket. You heard him climb up front and start the vehicle. You felt it move into gear and pull away as his cum started to ooze down from your cervix toward your opening.
As you focused on that warm, wet creampie, you felt the SUV turn, then turn again and accelerate. Highway, you told yourself. Overall, a good start to the abduction, sex within the first few minutes and a hot load to focus on during the drive. As you pondered the possible route and relived the suddenness of the initial encounter, you felt a deceleration and turn. Ten to fifteen minutes on the highway you told yourself.
A few curves and another 20 minutes and that oozing feeling has turned to general wetness at your slit. Another deceleration - stops and starts, a few more moments with curves and another stop. Now gravel roads and hills. Ten minutes later, the SUV gently slowed, turned and pulled to a stop.
You hear him scramble over the seat and feel his presence next to you. Lifting the blanket off your legs, he runs his fingers around your labia and that first load starts to ooze out. "You're a dirty little cumsult, aren't you?" he asks. You smile under the blanket. He squeezes your labia against your pelvic floor, scooping up his cum, then he continues past your perineum, up to your ass. "Since you're already dirty, you won't mind if I make you dirtier," he says in a low whisper starting to smear his cum on your anus.
As he tickles your ass you start to worry. You tell yourself to relax as he eases in the tip of his finger around your anus, lubricating it with his seed. You are so focused on trying to let this happen you don't notice him undoing his fly. He spins his finger and now you feel the head of his hard cock at your opening. You feel him trace his other finger down your slit scooping up more of his own juices that have leaked from within you and use it to lubricate himself. It's been a while and you anticipate some tightness and pain, but his cum lets the head of his cock push in with slight effort. Its size is just large enough so you feel the stretch and pulling as he slowly enters.
There is a twinge of pain as the largest part of his tip pushes in. His shaft eases in behind his large tip and you and you feel him go deeper. Slowly at first, in and out, in shallow gentle thrusts. But you want more. He obliges, pushing in more deeply, slowly. After half a dozen more thrusts, you start to feel his body brush gently against yours as you are taking him almost all in. Then, he pulls out so the tip nearly exits, but not completely. This time, he thrusts in more quickly, deeply. Then out again.
Completely out? What? "NO!" you tell yourself. Then, he presses the head back in. "Yes!" Back out. In again, but just the tip. Out. He is driving you mad.
In deep and hard. It hurts, but you accept his full length as you feel his body press had against yours - out again. This time no instroke; "NO!" you scream to yourself, wanting him to continue.
He pulls the covers off your head and puts a hood over your head. You feel him untie your hands from the cargo restraints and bind your arms together behind you, then your legs. You hear the lift gate open. He exits the SUV. There is some noise in the back ground. Maybe 30 seconds later, you feel him pull you towards the bumper. Then, he lifts you out.
He carries you about 20 feet in his arms, turning, your foot hitting a wall. Five to seven more steps and he stops and lays you down. It's a bed. You feel him start to bind your right arm. Then he separates your left arm and faces you down, binding your left arm. Suddenly, he pulls the hood off and another wave of fear overcomes you.
The room is mostly dark with just a little light coming in from the hall. You hear him walk away briefly, then lift gate shuts, then the building door shuts. You begin to get nervous again. You hear some water running. The wait is causing you to panic. What could he be doing? You try to distract yourself, focusing on the tingling and burning in your ass, thinking about how wonderful his cock felt. Thinking how he might continue to use you.
Maybe about 5 minutes later you hear him re-enter. This time he grabs your right leg and ties something around it. Then he releases your left leg and ties it. You are now spread wide and you feel him kneel between your legs. You feel his hands at the back of your head. He is loosening the gag. It's out. You breathe deep.
"Red, red is the safeword he says. "Without warning he smacks your right ass cheek hard. The stinging pain goes from numbness to burning. Fear rips through your mind. We hadn't discussed this. All we had discussed was little bondage to make the abduction fantasy seem more real, you recount, but you had said no limits. You don't say anything. In fact, it doesn't even come to mind - what would be the point.
Smack, the crack of his hand on you left ass cheek was even harder than on the right. "Red," he whispers again, "red is the safeword."
His words only provide false comfort. You are semi-paralyzed with fear, waiting in anticipation, knowing you are an hour from where you met. You could be anywhere. He forces himself forward, spreading your legs even wider. Suddenly, he yanks back on your hair, turning your head so you can see his stare "And don't bother screaming, there is no one who will hear you," he says with a sinister snarl.
Your stomach turns as he lets go. You start to feel sick knowing you had told him you didn't have to be anywhere until the next day. No one would miss you for at least 36 hours. You could be anywhere within a 50-60-mile radius of the Park-n-Ride lot.
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Laying on the bed . . . about to have sex for a third time, the anticipation was palpable. You knew he was going to fuck you again. It was just a matter of how. What position would he start in? Would he fuck your throat? How would he exert his total control over you? Would there be any more abuse now that you were completely isolated? You could still feel his handprints on your ass.
So many questions bombarded your mind. How many times could he fuck you before being completely spent? Would he stop short of cumming, like when he fucked you in your ass in the car, to prolong the pleasure? The one thing which was undeniable was the combination of anxiety, fear and not knowing what may come next having given up all control was making this experience truly unique versus past sexual escapades. He also seemed able to feel your responses to his stimulation and play on them to heighten the experience. You could tell his confidence was earned despite claiming he had never done this before. You weren't so sure.
As you tried to focus back on reality, like snapping out of a trance, you realized he had inserted himself again. His warmth filled you as he slowly pushed his cock deeper. You could feel your skin giving way, making space for his hard member deeper in you. The trance started to come back as you concentrated on his rhythmic fucking of your pussy. Now his cock slid in and out easily as his deep thrusts had released the remnants of that first creampie minutes into the abduction lubricating you.
You felt him grow harder. You pussy gripped his cock, not wanting to let it go on the outstroke. You wished this could last; but alas, you knew this day would come to an end, likely being dropped off, left in a parking lot like trash, dirty, sweaty and dripping, possibly never to see or hear from him again. You popped out of the trance to feel him pull out abruptly.
"What now," you thought as if he was intentionally disturbing you in a state of bliss. You doubted your perceptions, asking, "What did I miss while dreaming of continually getting fucked and used hard for days?"
Then he appeared in front of you, cock bouncing slightly with his movement but steadied by his hand near the base. He violently grabbed your throat under your jaw. You gasped slightly, just enough for him to thrust his cock in. You opened wider and he eased it in further, then thrusted gently causing your tongue to pull back.
You felt his cock convulse. His hot sticky load oozed out and hungrily you swallowed it down. Out came more and this time you squished it around in your mouth tasting the slightly bitter but syrupy texture. Another convulsion and the steamy cum started to fill your mouth. He pulled back, but you knew he was not done. There should be more.
You leaned in and felt one last throb. Another couple of drops leaked out in your mouth as he pulled out completely with one last dribble perched on your chin. You focused on the cum you are holding as if you could swallow only on command. The trance overcame you and you lost track of him again.
You fantasized that he really could fuck you for days. Perhaps that was his plan. Stopping. Interrupting his orgasms only to fuck you more.
Your trance was broken when you felt his cock sticky and hot with your saliva and his cum ease back into your ass. You swallowed instinctively. Pain and pleasure rippled over your ass from his spanking and the stretching of your anus. His cock filled you completely and you felt his balls as he could go no deeper. His hand glided under your shoulder and found your neck, his hand on your throat. Then, he squeezed. You struggled, but it was of no use. As you were about to be choked out, he eased off.
This only made his cock in your ass feel better and you started to grind against it. He felt this and grew even larger stretching your hole tight. You started losing consciousness again, but all you could think of was cumming yourself on his wonderfully hard cock. You are amazed at his ability to stay hard despite giving a little filling only minutes before.
As he pulled almost completely out your pelvis started to spasm as you felt an orgasm start to build within you. Like a shockwave, it ripped across your pelvis and into your vagina and down your inner thighs. Seconds seemed like minutes as the orgasm became more intense. And he pulled almost out, holding the tip of his cock in your anus, making it stretch a little more before each deep thrust in. Your orgasm worked it's way up your abdomen to your diaphragm. It made it hard to breathe and you noticed his hand had slipped away from your throat.
As your orgasm started to subside, he suddenly pulled out yet again, denying you an anal creampie. As if reading your mind, knowing you were critical of his decision, you felt the smack of his right hand against your right ass cheek. The popping sound even stung your ear. Knowing these came as a pair the last time, you tensed up in anticipation for a smack on the left.
However, instead what you felt was him release your bindings. First the left leg, then the right. He grabbed your left hip, pulling you up off the bed. Instinctively, you pulled your legs underneath you. As you did, his right hand grabbed your shoulder pushing you back so you were kneeling. Then felt him clip your ankle binds together. Then he released your left and brought it back and clipped it in with your ankles.
It was a stretch. Then the right. Now you were face down, head to one side, on your shoulders and knees. SMACK, came his hand on your left ass cheek. This time it was more to the center and even harder. It burned and you instantly got goose flesh. A tear welled up in your eye and you began to regret your decision. In popped his cock into your ass again, hard as ever, this time it was as much pain as pleasure, your ass still stinging from the slaps.
He started working his cock in and out, but just the tip. In past the head, out again. You felt him grab himself and then some welcomed lubrication on the next in stroke. He must have pushed out some pre-cum. Deeper now, thrusting half way in and then almost out. You could see him staring at you. Glaring at your face, watching every reaction as his thrusts got deeper and deeper.
A twitch of pain streaked across your face as he finally got deep enough in to press against your ass and its welts he gave you. He was reveling in this. You could sense it. Your powerlessness was now feeding his energy. The pain you showed at the depth of each in-stroke when he pressed up against your welts made him drive his cock in even deeper. He picked up the pace fucking your hard and deep. Long out-strokes, followed by deep in-strokes and now the pain included your ass and anus. You felt like he was going to tear you, but at the same time that stretching and burning feeling felt so good.
You felt his right hand move around your hips and find your clit. "Another?" you thought. The man had only cum twice, well one and a half times, and he was going to force you to have another already. You warmed inside, but at the same time wondered if you would become exhausted and spent before him. Back in a trance, you started to zone out, only focusing on his cock work over your ass. Then, you felt the wetness. It was building. You knew you were on your way to another orgasm.
It did not take him long to find the spot. Small circles with his fingers got your clit hard quickly. His cock thrusting deep inside you and his hand moving in synchronicity. Trancing out again, you did not realize how much time had actually passed as you felt your clit start to ache and throb from his stimulation.
Now he changed to shallow thrusts, causing the head of his cock to exit your anus almost complete then thrusting back in just past the head. You rocked back and thrust hard down on his cock in the first wave or your orgasm. "Don't stop," you thought as the waves continued to build in your pelvis. And he didn't. His hand tried to keep on your clit despite your squirms and his cock kept pounding in to your ass. You wanted him in your pussy NOW!
That's when you felt his hand slide in just as your orgasm was about to end, he started fucking you with two fingers. You started pushing back into him as the orgasm continued. Your legs started to quiver and you were glad you were in a kneeling position. The muscles spasms were relentless. Your thighs started to cream and you felt him pull out his fingers. And you felt like you were melting. You could feel your juices running down your thighs. Now if he would only cum and you could rest.
You were sweaty and out of breath. He noticed and pulled out. You could feel a giant gape in your ass, stretched from the pounding. He released your wrists from your ankles and bound you back to the four corners of the bed, face down. In doing so, you noted he was still rock hard. "I am going to shower so we can continue," he said sinisterly. Several seconds later you heard a faucet come on. Then about a minute later, it changes over to a shower. Exhausted, you nodded off knowing he would be back. |
19,590 | "Your Cock's Bigger," Mom Said Ch. 06 | donaldelliott11 | NonConsent/Reluctance | 2020-01-07 | 2020-01-07 | 2022-01-01 03:26:25 | 1 | literotica.com | https://www.literotica.com/s/your-cocks-bigger-mom-said-ch-06 | My mother gives Jake what he deserves. | ['" Mom Said Ch. 06', '"Your Cock\'S Bigger', 'Blackmail', 'Blowjob', 'Cheating Wife', 'Domination', 'Gay', 'Milf', 'Mother', 'Noncon', 'Sissy', 'Submission'] | null | This is the sixth story in this series. You may want to read the other five first.
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I stayed in my room for almost half an hour after Mom left. Then I ducked into the hall bathroom to wash all the jizz off of my crotch and stomach. Mom had jerked me off to a massive orgasm, and there had been cum all over me. I'd scooped most of it up on my fingers and licked it off, but my skin was still pretty crusty.
When I wandered into the kitchen for lunch I found her sitting quietly, eating a sandwich. I stood near the counter, waiting for her to say something first. I had no idea what a boy says to his mother after she beats him off into her panties while telling him he has a pretty small penis.
"This is awkward, Mom" I finally said to her.
"Not so much, sweetheart. You're a normal young man with a normal penis that shoots normal cum when a normal woman has sex with you. I wanted to be that woman this morning. I don't expect to do that again." Mom paused and then concluded, "No, I'm certain I won't do that again. Sit down and we won't speak about it anymore. Unless you want to."
I didn't. We ate quietly and went our separate ways for the rest of the day. Not another word was said about what we'd done with each other.
When Dad got home from golf I went to my room before dinner. Unexpectedly, I had been a little rattled seeing Dad after his wife whacked me off and told me he got off masturbating into her panties. I was starting to reassess my image of my manly father. He didn't look like a sissy, but then again I hoped I didn't, either! Did my father like men? Did I have some sort of gay gene from him?
Sunday morning Dad asked me to come with him to do some last-minute shopping for gifts at the mall. That sounded kind of boring to me, but the alternative was to hide in my room avoiding my mother, so I pretended to be delighted.
As soon as we left, Mom called Jake. She told him a mix of truths and falsehoods that she'd come up with overnight:
*That she knew I'd been playing with her underwear (true).
*That this bothered her, and she sat me down for a long talk about sex (true).
*That our front-door security camera told her he had been with me most of the day (false, we didn't even own one).
*That if he didn't come over to talk to her, she'd have a conversation with his parents (we'll never know if this was true).
He came right away.
He was, understandably, terrified when he arrived. He didn't know how much info I'd given Mom about our activities in her bedroom the other day, so he was going to have to play that part of their conversation by ear. But obviously, she did know he'd been present, and we'd had some sexual activity. He had to assume that I must have told her something.
Mom's plan was quite simple. She would scare the piss out of him and send him away, never to lay a pervy hand on her sweet son ever again. She'd seen almost everything we had done on that nanny-cam and knew he hadn't taken advantage of me. It was clear that I'd enjoyed every minute of cross-dressing for him, sucking his cock, and taking him in my ass.
But she didn't tell Jake about the nanny-cam video and blamed him only for some vague "same-sex exploration and sex play" involving her underwear. Jake wasn't exactly sure what the hell she was talking about, but it sounded kind of normal, boys being boys stuff.
She told Jake she thought he had taken advantage of me, though she knew otherwise. She berated him for "leading a younger boy astray." My Mom made a demand that he not spend time with me in the future "doing dirty things". She told him, and maybe she believed it, that if I was free of Jake's bad influence I'd "stop the homo fooling around and have a normal relationship with a girl."
Jake saw pretty quickly that there was an easy way out of this rather deep pile of shit in which he found himself. He could admit whatever Mom alleged, beg forgiveness, maybe fake a few tears of remorse, and make himself scarce.
I so wish Jake had done this. But he didn't. He just tried to deny all of it.
"Look, Mrs. Thompson, I don't know what Jake told you, but while I *was* here, I didn't see anything involving any ladies underwear. Jake and I played video games for a couple of hours and I left. Maybe Jake made up a story to deflect blame for playing with your bra while he was here alone. Guys do silly stuff like that. I always got a boner exploring my sister's lingerie when I was younger." He then fell silent, waiting to see if his baloney had worked.
Mom sat, quietly steaming. This was not going as planned. Jake was supposed to be scared, be sorry, and forevermore be scarce. She'd lain awake most of the night plotting a path forward. Accuse Jake of a little bit of misbehavior, and run his ass off of the farm. That video showed her clearly that we had enjoyed the hell out of ourselves yesterday gaying it up all over her bed. But there was no need to tell Jake what she knew. Why hadn't Jake played his expected part this morning?
So Mom activated Plan B.
"Listen, you stupid little shit, I have pictures of you and Jake having gay sex in my bedroom. Look!" She passed Jake an iPad and scrolled through three screen grabs. One of me modeling undies for him, one of her darling son sucking Jake's dick, and finally, her little boy getting fucked by his buddy.
"So here's where we are, Jake. You're getting the fuck out of this house, you're never coming back, you'll stay away from my son, and I won't show any of my photos to your parents. Do we have a deal?"
After a long silence, Jake found his voice. "No, *here's* where we are. You made an illegal recording of young people having sex. Even though we're 18 years old people will call you a child pornographer. Also, you're engaging in revenge porn, which is a crime, and extortion, which is another crime, and our whole conversation has been recorded on my phone in my pocket. Finally, these photos will tell the world that Don - who likes to be called Donna, by the way - is a cock-sucking fag who loves dick up his poop chute. Doubt you want *that* on NextDoor, lady."
My mom sat, stunned, visibly shaken, even scared that everything went so terribly wrong.
"Stand up."
Mom sat, wheels in her head spinning and failing to see a way out.
"I said 'stand up', Mrs. T."
Mom slowly got to her feet.
"Let's go look at the scene of the crime. Take me to your bedroom and show me where that fucking camera is."
Mom slowly led Jake to her room, and nervously pointed to the nanny-cam. He picked it up, ripped the power cord off, dropped it to the floor, and stomped it into pieces with the heel of his shoe.
"Any more cams, you sneaky bitch?"
Mom shook her head, beginning to cry quietly, biting her lip. She wasn't used to being spoken to this vulgarly. Jake, on the other hand, was getting sort of power-drunk. He'd never in his life ordered a grown-up around, never spoken so aggressively. He called my mother a bitch and she just took it!
"Get me the famous bra and nightgown. You know which ones. The ones your gay boy modeled for me before blowing me. Get them out."
After Mom took them from her drawer and put them on the bed Jake told at her to put them on. She looked baffled for a moment, and held the bra up in front of the polo she was wearing.
"You stupid twat. Take your clothes the fuck off and put on these undies." His cock was starting to get hard. Talking dirty to my mother was some strange kind of forbidden sex act in itself.
When she still stood frozen he said "OK, I'll leave. I'll take the iPad and I'll leave."
She slowly removed her shirt and dropped it to the floor. "The pants, too, idiot."
She complied, slithering out of the yoga pants and letting them fall next to her shirt. Mom stood there in her bra and panties, trembling. Jake's cock was as hard as it had ever been.
"Lose the bra, bitch. You can keep the panties on for now. Don't be shy. I'm a gay predator, remember? Maybe I don't even like your saggy-ass tits."
When Mom tossed the bra onto the bed she stood there silently with her arms crossed modestly. When Jake snapped a picture with his phone, she flinched at the sound the camera made. "OK, nice going. Now put on Donna's bra, and his nightie."
Mom tried to put the bra on without exposing her breasts to Jake's leering stare, with only slight success. Jake kept snapping pictures. Each click of the shutter caused less and less reaction from my mother.
Jake came slowly around to her side of the bed, stood in front of her, and ordered her to her knees. I think it was only at this moment that she realized that Jake was going to take this all the way, beyond humiliating her, all the way to forcing her to have sex with him. She noticed that her panties were sopping wet. How could this be exciting?
Jake took another photo, then pulled his own shirt off and tossed it onto the floor. My mother took a moment to notice his toned body. She thought briefly that the two men in her family had no visible musculature, and Jake was rocking nice abs. He then said, "Lower my zipper and take my cock out."
Mom looked up at Jake's face, tears on her cheeks, and said two words that sealed her fate: "Yes, Jake."
As she said them, she was telling him he could do any sick, demeaning perverted thing he wanted to her.
And as Jake heard those two words, he knew that my mother would now belong to him. Jake was only 18, and he'd never controlled a person before. His cock absolutely throbbed with excitement at the prospect of making this gorgeous middle-aged MILF his personal cumdump. Don's mom, Mrs. Thompson, sucking his cock.
Mom fumbled with his pants until he lost patience and unzipped himself with his right hand. She unbuckled his belt, and his trousers dropped to his ankles.
"Now the boxers, bitch. Just like Donna did." He got almost as big a thrill from calling my 45-year-old Mom a bitch, slut, cunt, or whore as he got from thinking about the fact that, for the first time in his life, a full-grown woman was going to give him a blowjob.
My mother drew his boxer shorts down over his hips and that cock I'd come to know so well popped out in Mom's face. Her cheeks were bright red from either humiliation, or excitement, or both. Jake's boner throbbed and pointed not forward, but to the ceiling, bouncing up and down with the beat of his heart.
"Stroke my dick, stupid. Don't just stare at it."
Mom used both hands for a minute, then without being told used one hand to cradle Jake's sizable scrotum, manipulating his balls gently. Her other hand stroked his cockshaft and kept leaving his erect dick to caress his abs. My father had not married a virgin - Mom had seen a handful of naked men in college, before settling down with my father. She had never in her life had her hands - and soon lips - on a man as gorgeous as Jake.
Even though his brain was struggling to keep up with what was happening, and what he wanted to do, Jake realized that fondling his ballsack and stomach was something Mom was doing without having been ordered. He began to relax, knowing on some level that my mother was beginning to enjoy being degraded by a man her son's age.
"God, you're hot. I'll bet you suck cock better than Don. Your boy loves to lick my nutsack. Are you going to lick my ballbag, too? You want to, am I right? Suck my balls for me. Be a slut."
Mom moaned and pushed her face into Jake's groin. She licked his furry balls and breathed deeply through her nose. Mom had given my Dad lots of oral attention over the years, but he had always come to her fresh from the shower, squeaky clean. Jake's balls stank of male crotch, and it excited Mom to action.
After licking him thoroughly, she swallowed half of his sizable erection on the first dive and had most of his fuck-shaft in the back of her throat on the second. Spoiler alert: she'd be sucking him more this afternoon, and would never quite get all of Jake's magnificent manhood down her throat.
Jake barked his pleasure. "Yes, what a cock sucker you are. You blow better than Donna. Your husband is a lucky guy."
My mom looked up at Jake's face again, looking up and past the considerable length of his dick, over his sweaty torso, into his intense eyes, thought very briefly about Dad, and mumbled: "You're bigger than my husband." There is not a man on planet earth who doesn't dream of hearing a hot naked woman say those five words to him.
Jake smirked and said, "I guess that's why Donnie has such a small dick, huh Momma? Got his baby-dick from his wimp Dad? How does a babe like you manage in a house without a real dick? You ready now to upgrade to a man-size cock? I could come back once in a while to tune you up."
My mom shivered with the lustful image of a teen friend of her son stopping by regularly to blow his jizz into her mouth on the down-low.
"Enough of this. Up on the bed, and give me your panties."
Mom did as she was told, the time for resistance and confrontation long past. She was now secretly looking forward to getting quickly fucked by a big dick for a change. Maybe things were going to work out OK after all.
Jake roughly pulled Mom's legs apart and said "Jesus, that's the wettest cunt I've ever seen. You actually want me to fuck you, right, Mrs. T? These panties are drenched. Let's make Donna wear them when he gets home. Nice bush. I didn't think you were a real blond."
Another, larger wave of shame and humiliation washed over my mother. Never in her life had she been so degraded. This teenager with a big cock was turning her entire life inside out. He insulted her, and she deserved it, and he insulted her son, and he deserved it.
Jake slipped his dick into Mom's beautiful, sopping wet vagina. He wasn't so experienced a lover that he could have been slow and tender, and he wasn't inclined to be anyway. He slammed his cock into the first adult pussy he'd ever been offered. His cousin Samantha had been his first, but Mrs. T was the best. She was somebody's *mom*. A MILF. For her part, Mom started to enjoy the first adult-sized penis she'd ever been offered, too.
During the next 15 minutes, he moved her around on the end of his dick like a puppet, from position to position, taking photos at will. Hands and knees, missionary, laying sideways, like spoons. His cock reached places in her cunt just a little bit deeper than her husband had ever managed.
Finally, he said he was getting close to ejaculating and Mom said "Pull out before you cum. You're not wearing a rubber. Cum on my tits!" Mom knew she had no birth control. While she had entered menopause, she could still become pregnant.
Jake ignored her and slammed his cock into the back wall of her vagina twice before dosing her with his fertile teen sperm. My mother orgasmed also as she imagined being knocked up by a kid barely old enough to drive a car. She shouted her orgasm and clawed at Jake's buttocks before falling limply on the mattress and closing her eyes. Mom had had a very long morning.
Jake left her moaning quietly to herself on the bed. He went into the master bath to fetch the Vaseline he knew was there. He had a good angle to view her when he returned and noted half of his wad was already leaking out of Mom's pussy and down her ass-crack. Jake took a minute and snapped two more souvenir photos.
Then, surprising himself with the impulse, he bent over to kiss my Mom on the lips. After all they'd done already, this was their first kiss. Jake held it and slowly gave my mother his tongue. It was the only gentle impulse he'd felt all day. Mom responded weakly but tenderly to Jake's kiss, not even opening her eyes. In a weird way, she thought, as she sucked his tongue, this was the biggest sin of the day. All sorts of people fuck each other, but only lovers kiss like this. She'd taken a lover today, or maybe her lover had taken her. She was too tired to think it all the way through, but she felt happy and warm.
He then kissed and briefly sucked each of her nipples, and she smiled with satisfaction.
If Mom thought her young lover was satisfied, however, she was rudely mistaken. She didn't resist as my friend moved her down the bed by pulling gently on her ankles. When the backs of her thighs reached the edge of the mattress, Jake rolled Mom over onto her front and slowly inserted a generously-lubed finger straight into her unsuspecting asshole.
Her body jerked from the shock of his invading finger. She protested "Not there!" but Jake held her down by pressing behind her shoulders, keeping her flat on the mattress. Mom's legs were dangling over the edge of the bed, waving in the air, and she had no leverage to fight him.
Jake soon smeared more Vaseline on his fingers and pushed two fingers into Mom this time. She cried out in pain, but he cruelly said "Shut up. I fucked your son's ass, and now you're going to give me yours. Let's see which one of you is best."
Seconds later Mom felt Jake's stiff penis slowly pushing its way through her tightly-clenched but well-lubricated anus. Her sphincter muscle, even though firmly squeezed shut, was no match for the combined power of Vaseline and Jake's lust, and the rest of his dick slithered into her rectum like a snake into a hole in the ground. Mom gasped and moaned her displeasure as she was poled up her butt for the first time ever.
Jake held her legs up like the handles of a wheelbarrow and slid slowly back and forth into Mom's asshole. Her fists pounded the mattress as she cried and protested. She struggled to push her upper body up like she was trying to do pushups. None of her physical resistance prevented Jake's dick from attacking her rectum.
But something made him pause. As Mom continued to moan that he should stop, he did. He just held his position, supporting her legs, pubic hair firmly against her ass cheeks. He didn't pull out or press forward. He just stood there with my mother hanging on the end of his cock. They were both silent for a few moments more, and then Mom lost the war of wills she hadn't realized they were having.
"Maybe we can try this," she whimpered, and she kind of rolled her hips slightly forward, and then back towards Jake's pelvis. "If we go slowly, it doesn't hurt," she added, rocking away from, and then back towards, Jake's cock. "We have to be gentle." Rock, come back. "It feels better this way." My mom was fucking her own ass on my friend's cock while Jake remained silent. "I've never done this before, but it isn't so bad," she continued, moving her hips again.
Jake wondered how much she would babble if he just stayed silent, flexing his cock in her ass while Mrs. Thompson fucked him.
He found out; Mom had like a running conversation with herself. Her mind was becoming unhinged.
"I thought you would hurt me. It feels kind of OK now. Oh, God, this is nice, too. My son enjoyed this, didn't he? Did you shoot your stuff in Don's bottom? Did Don cum when you fucked him? Your cock was in his ass. He was wearing my bra. Now your cock's in my ass. What a great cock. This is the best cock. Am I doing this right? I can't believe I'm going to cum like this. Cum for you, not my husband. Are you getting close yet?"
He was. Noticing that my mother seemed to have talked herself into becoming a butt slut, he resumed pushing in and out of her body harder. Finally, he spoke to her: "I bred his ass good while he wore your underwear. I fucked the cum right out of your little sissy. Does the thought of your boy being a cock- sucker turn you on? I'm going to sperm in your asshole, you slut. Are you ready? Like his. Are you a total whore now?"
That did it for both of them, and as my exhausted, sweaty mother pumped her hips and had one more small orgasm, Jake blew another cumload.
He lay, unmoving now, face down on her back, finally all fucked out. 'Fag's mother had done most of the work,' he thought smugly.
After a few moments, when Jake thought Mom might have fallen asleep, she moved to roll over onto her back. Jake lifted away to help her move, then laid down next to her.
They were face-to-face, and she moved her head closer to his, brushing his lips with hers as she murmured softly to him, and maybe to herself, "We can do this again, you know Jake. Leave little Don alone and you can have me instead. Any time."
She kissed him again, softly this time, no tongues involved. "I can't let you show those pictures. Never, you understand? You control me now. Leave my son alone and you can make love to me instead. My mouth for his. Even my ass for his." Now it was Jake's turn to kiss my Mom.
She pulled away an inch and continued, "And I've got a nice pussy, don't I, Jake? You liked my pussy, didn't you? My son can wear a nightie, but he can't ever have a pussy like mine." Another lovers' kiss.
"But you have to be careful, no one can know. It's the shit if anyone finds out. I'll lose my family." She kissed him tenderly.
When she seemed to be finished, Don replied, "We're gonna fuck here in your husband's bed."
"Hmmm," Mom groaned.
"Or maybe in Donnie's bed. Make him sleep on our wet sheets."
She shivered at the obscene mental image. "You've got a dirty mind for such a young man."
"Yeah, I do. We're going to fuck in my parents' bed, too, at our place."
Mom whimpered at that nasty thought, fucking their son in their bed, kind of getting even for something she couldn't explain.
Then Jake raised up, looked smugly at the cum trickling out of my mother's anus, running down over her crotch and wetting the linen. He told her "Now I'm going to do one thing for you that I never did for Donna," leaned forward, and slowly licked up the anal creampie.
And as Jake tongued her sore anus for the next five minutes, my mother lost her mind. |
19,591 | Your Fantasy, My Interpretation! | Lemonesque | NonConsent/Reluctance | 2014-06-04 | 2014-06-04 | 2022-01-01 15:49:24 | 1 | literotica.com | https://www.literotica.com/s/your-fantasy-my-interpretation | Husband discovers wife's rape fantasy & takes it further! | ['Betrayal', 'Disguise', 'Fantasy', 'Impregnation', 'My Interpretation!', 'Non-Consent', 'Sister', 'Wife', 'Your Fantasy'] | 3.64 | I walked out of the office, dejected. It had only been a bit of personal photocopying in work time, and now I'd lost my job over it. I grabbed the few possessions I cared about from my desk under the watchful eye of the security guard, who then escorted me from the building.
I only lived a few minutes' walk away, and my wife's car wasn't on the drive, so I went straight in, upstairs, and got undressed. The laptop was still in the bedroom from where I had been watching Netflix the night before, and I grabbed it, loaded up a porn site, and prepared for a fury wank. Half way through, the bastard thing overheated and shut down. I swiped it off the bed, and threw myself back against the headboard in the blackest of moods.
After a few minutes sulking, I went to retrieve the laptop, then noticed an unfamiliar book under the bed. I grabbed it, flicked through a few pages, and realised that it was my wife's private journal. I was about to chuck it back where I found it, when I came across a page from a few months back, detailing a sexual fantasy.
"I know we've been married for over a year now, but I'm too embarrassed to ask Alex to do this for me, as I'm the one who usually takes charge. I have a deep yearning to taste a total loss of control. I want him to come in as a stranger, naked but masked, showing off his hard abs but covering his face. I want him to pin me down, restrain me, and take me no matter how many times I ask him to stop. I want so badly to resist him, but for him to force his way past it, make my body react while my mind tries to stop it, and to fill me with his hot spunk."
I was rock hard. I read the entry again, while gently stroking the full length of my erect shaft. This stuff was masturbation gold, and I wanted to make it last.
I was interrupted once again, this time by the sound of the key in the door. I heard Pippa come in. It was only after a minute when I heard her sister reply that I realised that she wasn't on the phone, and had company. My cock twitched, desperate for release. I tried to calm myself, and it relaxed a little, but remained at its fullest size. If it was loss of control she wanted, I could give her that...
I went to the cupboard and looked for a disguise. I found the clean bandages I'd used on a first aid course some time ago, and a half empty box of camo paint from my days in the army cadets. I smeared the green, brown and black all over my torso and the sides of my legs, making sure to cover over any moles and scars that might give me away. I then crept into the bathroom, and wound the gauze around my head, wrapping it completely so I could see through the weave of the material, but I was unidentifiable to anyone else. I quietly took down one of the towel rails. Metal, and reasonably heavy, it would serve as an excellent non-deadly weapon and added to my air of intimidation.
I could hear them in the kitchen, and waited for them to move to the living room, where there were fewer things they could hit me with in the event that my disguise worked as well as I hoped. I snuck downstairs, hovered on the penultimate step - then, deliberately stepped on the creaky stair. There was no turning back now. This was on. I stepped to the door, put the chain on, locked it, and flung the keys into the kitchen where they slid under the fridge. There was no way out without them. As Pippa, my sweet wife Pippa, came to the living room door to see what the noise was, she paled and screamed. Her sister ran to her side, and I held the rail up above my head.
I realised that my voice would give me away, so I gestured stiffly for them to go back into the room. I closed the door, then turned to reach the reel of speaker cable which had been sitting behind it so I could tie them up. As I bent down, erection still gently throbbing, Lisa, the sister, smashed a vase over my head. Fortunately, it was quite a thin piece, and when I glanced at myself in the mirror over the hearth, the blood on my head was soaking into the gauze and adding to my already terrifying visage. I looked at her, put my head on one side, then cracked her across the head with the towel rail, knocking her clean out. I used the wire to tie Pippa's hands together, and then her feet, tore off her top and gagged her with it. I then set to work on her unconscious sister. Nobody tells you how heavy people are when they're out cold. I cleared the coffee table with a swipe of the rail, and struggled to move her, face down, on to the table. I tied a hand or foot to each table leg, then gagged her too.
In shifting Lisa's comatose form, my cock had come up against her round arse. Lisa wasn't slim like Pippa, and while she wasn't fat, the combination of her solid frame and her dedication to her career had meant that she'd never had time for a man. It was widely known that, at the age of 30, she was still a virgin. I looked across at Pippa. She wasn't crying. She was pale, shaking, and clearly petrified, but she wasn't crying. I figured that meant that she hadn't got to "complete loss of control" yet. I couldn't wait to see what her tipping point would be.
I watched Lisa start to wake up, and crouched on my heels in front of her face while she started to make noises, then test the bonds holding her to the table. I stroked her face with a finger, while bringing my cock back to full readiness. She started shouting at me, telling me to get the fuck out, and not to fucking touch her with my filthy fucking hands. I spotted my penknife on the mantelpiece, stood to get it, and then used the saw attachment to remove her clothes, destroying them in the process. She screamed and swore the whole time, but with all of the neighbours at work, and living in a detached double- glazed property - nobody was ever going to hear.
I knew that if Lisa wasn't getting involved with men, then it was unlikely she'd be on any kind of birth control. I kept some condoms in the sideboard, but if I got one out, it would expose me. I was horny as hell, and it was distracting me from thinking of a way around it. I couldn't wait. The urges were too strong, and Pippa looked like she was on the verge of breaking. I couldn't go in dry, it would be too store, so I knelt behind her, forced open her legs, and circled her opening with a single finger. My knees stopped her from closing her legs, and she tried to lash out, but I'd done too good a job lashing her to the table. After a few minutes alternating between her clit and her cunt, I tested her with my finger. It slid straight in, and when I withdrew, her juices dripped from it. As my head was still bound, I wiped it on the carpet, then raised myself up.
I leaned across her, my raging hard-on resting against her hot snatch while I forcefully groped her tits. I was done with being gentle, and there would surely be bruises tomorrow where my fingers dug into her soft sweet flesh. I didn't care. I leaned back, took my pulsing erection in my hand, and put the tip against her slit. This started a whole new batch of screaming, and Pippa was looking wide eyed and helpless. I stared into her eyes through my faceless and bloody mask, as I slowly, deliciously, pushed my huge rod of man-meat into her pure innocent sister.
It was hell and heaven at the same time. She was so tight that it felt that I would never be able to pull out, and yet if I went hell for leather straight away, I would surely cause her some serious injury. I pushed in further until I reached her barrier. It was true, she was a virgin! Tears and sobs punctuated her shouting as I grabbed her legs, tried to keep myself from finishing already, withdrew for a bit of a run-up, then smashed into her until I was balls deep in her. I had nearly forgotten about Pippa already, until I heard a sob from the side of the room, and saw Pippa curled into the foetal position, howling into her gag and crying like a child. I grinned behind the bandages. She wanted a complete loss of control - well here it was!
I looked back at Lisa as I picked up the pace. Her hot snatch felt tight with every stroke, like it didn't want to let me go, and was trying to resist me pushing back in. I didn't dare speak, but there wasn't much need to anyway. It wasn't like she was going to be able to do much, tied down like that. My camo painted chest and thighs shone in the sunlight which burst through the window, and I felt wonderfully evil. Lisa was crying, but her sobs had become punctuated with little gasps as I thrust in and out of her helpless and vulnerable body.
"Please no."
"Please don't do this."
"Please don't come. I'm not on any protection and it's the wrong time of the month."
"I'm begging you. Please stop."
I got tired of her complaining, and spanked her cruelly across the legs, arse, tits, whatever I could reach most easily at the time whenever she spoke. She eventually gave up and the room was filled only with the sounds of the two sisters hiccupping sobs, and the slapping of my body against hers.
Finally, I gave in and let go. At the start, I had intended to pull out - but the feeling of control and domination was overwhelming and all I wanted now was to completely wreck that virgin hole. My whole body tensed, and it was all I could do to prevent myself from roaring with the release and giving myself away. I dug my fingers bruisingly into her thighs, filled her cunt with every inch of meat I had, and let the floodgates open. Wad after wad of hot sticky sperm shot deep into her unprotected uterus. I hadn't finished in days - and now all of that potent spunk spurted out of me, and made its home in my wife's previously unsullied sister.
Lisa got pregnant, of course. She still doesn't know its mine, and tells everyone that little Kai is a "gift from God". It does my ego a world of good to hear her speak of me like that - even though I know that she's only doing it to cover the truth. It wasn't the only time I had her either. I caught up with her at one point before the boy was born - but that's a story for another day. |
19,592 | Your Friend is a Total Slut | thecavedweller | NonConsent/Reluctance | 2020-06-13 | 2020-06-13 | 2022-01-01 15:49:26 | 1 | literotica.com | https://www.literotica.com/s/your-friend-is-a-total-slut | Two best friends go to a party together, and one gets WILD! | ['Bestfriend', 'Drunk', 'Friends Dad', 'Gang Bang', 'Group Sex', 'Pants', 'Party', 'Slut', 'Train', 'Used'] | 3.65 | Author's note:
I hope you all enjoy my new story! It's been four years since I've done any writing so please bear with me on this one. All characters in this story are 18 or above. If themes with drunken sex make you uncomfortable, please don't read. Feel free to leave me feedback, or message it to me. Stay safe in these current times, and I hope you enjoy :)
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Emma and Lacy practically raced out of school that Thursday afternoon. They had just been invited to a party at Chad's house, who was quite popular in school. Both the girls were popular enough in their own right, but this was still a very big deal!
"Oh my gosh! I can't believe it! There must really be a God!"
Emma looked at her friend and smiled. Lacy did have a habit of being a bit dramatic. Still she knew herself though how awesome this party would be.
"Yeah let's make sure we go to church every weekend now to repay Him for getting us invited!" Emma joked, giggling. "What do you think you'll wear? What should I wear?"
The two girls chattered as they walked home together, discussing their outfits, hair, and makeup plans. Both of the girls knew they had strict parents, so some sneaking and scheming would be required.
"Ugh, we're both eighteen! Why can't our parents just let us live? It's like being in jail! They totally dictate our lives sometimes!" Lacy moaned dramatically.
Emma laughed and shook her head. "Don't worry it'll be fine! We can change behind the bush near your house! All I know is we have to look hot!"
"We have to look sexy!" Lacy chimed in.
"Exactly. This will be awesome! Trust me, everything will work out great, Lacy!"
The two girls made it back to their houses, and since they lived right across from each other, they gave a hug and quickly scurried into their own sanctuaries. Both girls could barely contain their excitement as they rushed to their closets to look for potential outfits.
...
Emma sighed dramatically as she stared at the mountain of clothes on her bed. Nothing seemed to be pleasing her for the party at Chad's. She was about to call it a night when she heard the familiar tone of a video call coming from her best friend Lacy. She quickly rushed over and answered.
"Hey sweetie! Did you find an outfit yet?" Lacy asked over the screen.
"No I didn't, I really don't know what to wear! Nothing seems to be the right look. I don't know maybe I'm just being too picky."
"Well I have an idea!" Lacy said, a mischievous look coming on her face. The party is tomorrow tonight, so let's ditch school during the day and go to the mall! We need clothes that are new and hot! Not the same old!"
Emma thought about it for a moment. She remembered how mad her parents were the last time they had caught her skipping class.
"I don't know Lacy... What if-"
"What if what! Oh come on I doubt your parents will catch us blowing off class like last time. That was a freak incident! Don't you want to be the hottest girls at the party?"
"Well yes but-"
"Nope, no buts! We're doing this! It'll be fine and so worth it, trust me!"
Emma sighed and reluctantly agreed. Surely it would work out, it's not like they made it a habit of skipping school. And a new outfit was important.
"Alright Lacy, I'm in! Ooh this is going to be wild!"
The two girls laughed and chatted a bit more before hanging up. Emma looked at herself in the mirror, she was feeling like a brand new person; and she definitely didn't mind!
...
Emma and Lacy both showed up for school the next morning to at least go to their English class together. It was the only class either of them could bare, and it gave them more time to discuss the plans. As they were standing at Lacy's locker chattering, Chad came over to them with a grin on his face.
"Hey guys, I heard you're both coming to my party tonight. It's going to be fucking awesome!"
Emma couldn't help but stare at Chad as Lacy handled the conversation. He was so hot! Tall, built, dark brown hair and eyes, the whole package the usual highschool football player is. Of course Emma couldn't help but check him out. Her eyes scanned over his muscular body in his tight t-shirt, and right down to his crotch. He was wearing a snug pair of khaki chinos that really showed off his bulge well. Emma was lost in pure fantasy when she felt Lacy elbow her in her side, and her eyes shot back up.
"Right, Emma? I was just telling Chad how much we've loved going to all the football games. And how your dad used to play for the school in his day."
"Oh yeah, uh that's right! He sure did. And we love watching you guys play. It's really neat!" Emma said, feeling awkward and flustered.
Chad grinned at her and Emma could tell he was looking at her chest. She felt her face blush red, as the three talked a bit more before Chad bid his farewell and headed off to his next class. Emma could feel her little cunt tingle with excitement.
"Emma! What the hell was that about?"
"What was what about?"
"Uh you totally spaced out talking to Chad! Or should I say when I was talking. You were just staring at his crotch! You slut!" Lacy said giggling, joking with her.
Emma felt her face flush red again. "No I was not!"
"You totally were. I think you have a crush on him! And who knows, maybe tonight will be your big night to snatch him!" Lacy said enthusiastically.
Emma rolled her eyes as the bell rang. The girls gathered their belongings and started to walk down the hallway. Emma still had Chad in her thoughts. Did she like him? Did she even stand a chance at getting a guy like that? Lacy had always been the more outspoken and fun of the two, boys seemed to like her more. Maybe tonight would be her chance! And that meant a new outfit was even more important than she had imagined.
...
Later that day, the girls stood side by side in a mirror at one of the clothing stores. It had been a fun afternoon of shopping and hanging out together. Lacy seemed pretty confident in the outfit she had selected; a short, tight black dress with small red hearts on it, and a pair of red heels. Emma on the other hand was still struggling to be satisfied. She stared at her reflection, wearing an equally short and tight pink dress.
"I just don't know if this is for me, it's a bit short don't you think?"
"Emma, it's supposed to be short! You look great! Don't be so stubborn."
Emma sighed and did another turn in the mirror.
"It barely covers my underwear, Lacy!"
"You say that like it's a bad thing!" Lacy said with a giggle.
Emma sighed again and shook her head. There was no way she'd ever feel comfortable in a dress like this. They had already been shopping for a couple hours and nothing at any store seemed right. Emma didn't consider herself to be a prude, but she did have limits! Luckily a worker at the store saw her uncertainty.
"Excuse me miss, that dress does look great on you! But if you're uncomfortable about the size and fit, we actually carry something very similar that's a bit longer and not as tight! Should I get it?" The girl said, her bright red painted lips in a smile.
"Yes please do! We still have other business to handle and this one really needs a new dress!" Lacy said, giggling at her friend's shyness.
The two stood in the mirrors chatting a bit more when the employee came back with the dress. Emma gasped and could already tell just by looking at it, that it was perfect. She took it into the fitting room and put it on. A beautiful light pink dress, slightly above the knee with white stars on it. The dress was definitely a bit much for a highschool senior party, but she wanted to really shine. Emma peaked her head out of the fitting room and Lacy and the worker turned to look at her, anticipation in their eyes.
"I'll take it!" Emma said with a smile and a giggle.
...
It was now later in the evening as Emma stood in her room, staring at her reflection. Her long brown hair was curled loosely, her makeup was done quite nice. Luckily her parents didn't mind the dress at all, so it wouldn't be an issue getting out of the house. Lacy's parents were going to a bingo event and that meant no scrutinizing of her outfit either. Emma took one last look at herself as she grabbed her phone and called Lacy.
"Hello?"
"Lacy! I'm so excited the dress looks even better now than earlier in the store! Are you almost ready?"
"Yep I'm all ready! Is your dad still going to drop us off? Did you tell him how many people are supposed to be coming tonight?"
"Well... not exactly." Emma said, biting her bottom lip. "I didn't want my parents to think it'll be a wild rave or something!"
"OK, well hopefully he doesn't see anything he's not supposed to when he drops us off. I'm so excited I can barely think straight!"
"Think no more! I'm all ready and we'll be at your house in a few seconds. I need some practice in these heels so I'm walking over across the street to get you."
Lacy giggled as she ended the call. This was definitely out of Emma's comfort zone! But not for her. She loved to party and have fun. She admired her reflection in the mirror. Her blonde hair hanging smoothly down her back, her tight black dress showing off her sexy legs and perky tits. She even had on a thong tonight to avoid any panty lines. She looked hot and she felt even hotter. Lacy heard the doorbell ring and grabbed her purse and quickly went down the stairs.
She opened the door dramatically and posed as Emma stood their gasping.
"Lacy! You look amazing! You really pull that off!"
"Thanks, you look beautiful. That dress was perfect for you."
The two linked arms as Lacy helped a very wobbly Emma down the steps in her heels. She could see Emma's dad approaching as he was waiting by the car.
"Hey Lacey! When did your dad put in that new rock garden it looks-"
Emma's dad suddenly froze in his sentence, his eyes scouring down Lacy's hot body in her tight dress. He couldn't help himself! Emma was already walking ahead to get to the car, as her dad looked at Lacy.
"It looks...what?" Lacy said with a giggle, enjoying his reaction.
"It uh... it looks really nice. Yeah, very nice actually." He said, still checking her out.
Lacy couldn't help but smirk. Emma's parents always acted so prude and uptight, but Lacy knew a man was still a man. Especially a former jock!
"He put it in just a few days ago. Pretty cool huh?" Lacy said.
The heels of her shoes clicked loudly on the pavement as she started walking towards the car. Swaying her ass more than usual as she went. It's a good thing and was walking ahead, because Emma's dad followed, but not without swiping a hand over his crotch first!
...
The drive to Chad's house was pretty quiet. Emma and Lacy both sat in the backseat to whisper to each other about what the party would be like. It was about a twenty minute drive before they reached the house, and luckily there was no chaos happening outside for Emma's dad to see.
"Thanks for the ride dad! See you in a few hours!" Emma said as she got out of the car.
Lacy was already ahead, looking at some of the flowers in Chad's mom's garden, and Emma's dad couldn't help but glance at her lustfully again.
"Hey, I need to tell you something." He said, taking his daughter's hand through the open car window. "I know what these parties can be like, be careful. And if there's any trouble, please call me and I'll get you guys. And I'll see if I can do it without your mom raising suspicion."
Emma smiled at her dad and nodded her ok. She waved as he drove off, and quickly grabbed Lacy's arm as the two skipped up the stairs, and rang the doorbell. Chad opened the door, grinning big, and Emma could already tell the party was in full swing.
"You guys made it! Awesome! Come on in!"
Emma and Lacy walked in together, and Emma hoped he had noticed her new dress. Unfortunately though, just like her dad's, Chad's eyes were all over Lacy instead. Checking out her ass as she walked ahead of him.
...
The party had only been going on a couple of hours and already the place was getting quite wild. The liquor was flowing freely, and so were the herbals! Emma was feeling a little pissed, as she watched Lacy take over the whole party, dancing with all the guys and barely paying attention to her. On top of it all, she could tell her friend was getting quite sauced too!
"Hey Emma! How's it going?"
Emma turned to see one of their mutual friends, Josh, standing behind her smiling. She had known him since they were both little.
"Oh, it's going." She said, angrily taking a sip of her water.
"Awesome! You came with Lacy, yeah? She sure looks good tonight, holy shit."
Emma nearly crushed her plastic party cup as she watched Josh lust over Lacy. He didn't even notice her obvious bad mood, or her new dress. It was always like this though, Lacy getting attention wherever she went. To make matters worse, Chad had barely paid her any attention either once hurricane Lacy started drinking and dancing. Her and Josh talked a couple more minutes before he left to join Lacy and all the other guys that were circled around her, including Chad. Emma knew Chad wasn't her boyfriend, but she still felt she had a right to be pissed. She took her drink and sat down with some other girls she didn't really know.
"Cute dress! I love the color!" One said to her, smiling.
"Thanks! You girls all look great too!"
Emma was happy to be noticed, as the other girls went back to their conversation, doing their best to include Emma. Naturally the conversation went to Lacy, who was now grinding against Josh's crotch, while another guy grinded from the front. Emma shook her head as another drink was given to her friend.
"Who the fuck is that bitch?"
"That's Lacy, she's in my math class. Total slut isn't she? Shame on her! Her mom's really prim and proper too."
"Does she know what her daughter's like?"
"Probably not, yuck. What a skank!"
Emma felt red with embarrassment as the girls all laughed and talked about her friend like that. She wanted to say something, but Lacy was definitely acting too wild. She sat for a few minutes and then gasped. Chad danced over to Lacy and was now grinding into her, feeding her more liquor.
"Unbelievable! I need some fucking air." Emma said angrily as she stood up.
...
Lacy watched as Emma stormed out of the house, and wondered what the problem was. Her friend had been acting strange all night, almost like she didn't want to be there.
"Where's Emma going? What's wrong?" Lacy said in a slurred voice, still feeling Chad's body grinding into her from behind.
"Who knows, don't worry about her! We're having a great time, aren't we?" Chad replied, breathing into her ear.
Lacy giggled as the room spun slightly and the music kept playing. If she was in her sober mind, she'd know instantly why Emma was upset, but she was quite sauced at this point. She had been dancing and grinding the night away with who knows how many boys! At this point the back of her dress was hiked right up over her ass, which was pressed tightly into Chad's crotch, and his pants were certainly feeling more bulged out than usual! A group of guys were all watching, smug smirks and grins on their faces as they watched.
"You're pretty hot, Lacy. Especially when you're grinding that ass of yours against my dick like that."
Lacy could feel Chad's hands travel up her stomach, and one groped at her tit over her dress. She weakly tried to push it off, but he held strong onto it.
"Here, drink some more!" Chad said, stuffing the beer bottle right into her mouth.
Lacy felt the room spin again as she quickly tried to drink the beer. She was feeling very lightheaded and fun. Her knees were starting to wobble a bit as she stumbled forward into the arms of the guy who was dancing in front of her. He gave Chad a smirk, and they both nodded.
"Lacy, I think you've drank way too much, let's go upstairs for a bit so you can sober up. You'll only hurt yourself if you keep dancing down here." Chad said into her ear.
"Yes! You're definitely right. A little rest will help!" Lacy replied, grabbing back onto Chad's arm for support.
Chad gave a few of his friends a smirk and a nod, he spun Lacy around to help her walk, the front of his pants quite bulged from his erection. The group of them slowly made their way up the stairs, ogling Lacy's thong covered ass the whole time. Once they got into Chad's room he wasted no time and roughly began to kiss Lacy.
"Lock the door, this sluts ready and I don't want any fucking interruptions!" Chad said angrily to one of his friends.
The other guys laughed as Chad and Lacy went back to making out. The room was spinning for her as Chad came at her so aggressively. His hands were gripping at her ass, her dress now totally hiked up at her waist. He got her onto the bed and was on top of her, kissing roughly at her neck, grinding his erection between her open legs. Lacy was scared, but her little cunt knew what was happening and started to get wet.
"Wait, wait! What about Emma... I haven't spoken to her all evening and she looked really m-... Ungh Chad..."
Lacy's sentence was cut off as Chad now had his hand between her legs, fiddling with her wet pussy. His fingers were moving quickly, and he wasted no time at all sticking one inside and pushing it back and forth.
"Yeah yeah, don't worry about her, she's fine! Now shut up." Chad said, grinning at his friends who all gave him a thumbs up.
He moved his mouth assault from her neck, to her tits. Sucking and groping at them, alternating between nipples. His free hand was still between her legs playing with her wet cunt.
"You're really wet Lacy, damn. You're a fucking slut." Chad said, smirking down at Lacy as he kept fingering her pussy.
"I'm not a slut ungh... don't be mean!" Lacy whimpered pathetically.
Lacy knew she should be outraged at this horrible treatment but she couldn't help herself. She was getting dominated by the hottest senior football player at school. She was also so sauced, she didn't care that there were three other guys all watching, idly stroking their own erections over their pants.
"Uh huh, sure." Chad replied.
He sat up a bit and grinned down at her. Lacy watched as his hand started undoing his belt, then zipper and button on his pants, pushing them down a bit. His huge cock came into view.
"Holy shit! She's really about to get it now!" Said one of his friends eagerly.
"Yeah dude! Nail that bitch! She wants it bad! Dancing like a slut all night!" Called out another.
Lacy's heart started to race as she heard the other boys talking, and seeing the shit eating grin on Chad's face as he stared down at her, holding his hard dick in his hand. He leaned back down and started sloppily kissing at her neck again, rubbing the head of his swollen member against her poor defenseless cunt.
"Wait Chad, maybe we shouldn't do this, I don't know it's rather fast." Lacy whimpered out.
Chad didn't even reply at all, he just grabbed onto one of her tits as he thrusted his dick inside of her.
"Unhhhh.. fuck! There we go!" Chad groaned out loudly as he stuffed himself in.
There was laughter in the room from his friends mixed with Lacy's whimpering. She wasn't a virgin, but Chad's dick was still big and would definitely do a number on her. She looked at him with his eyes closed as he started to thrust. Her cunt was soaking wet at this point from excitement!
"Uhh yeah, that's it slut. Take this big dick." Chad groaned out. Thrusting into her.
"Ungh oh.. oh Chad.. I..I didn't think this would happen.. you're so big..."
All the guys in the room including Chad laughed at her whimpering. His thrusts became faster as he drove into her. She grabbed at his toned ass, feeling his muscles pump and thrust into her. She could feel his cock moving in her, stretching her out. The bed was creaking in a steady rhythm now as he had his way with her. He pushed himself in deep, buried to the hilt and hitting her sweet spot, making her moan out.
"Haha ohh yeah. You like that, huh?" Chad asked, rotating his hips in a circle as he ground into her sweet spot.
"Ohh yes! Yes Chad I love it! Keep fucking me!" Lacy moaned out in a drunken slur.
Chad sat up a bit and grabbed her tits, playing with them and shaking them as he kept thrusting. She would whimper everytime he tickled her nipples, causing more laughter from him and the other guys.
"Ohh yeah, that's it! Take it bitch, I don't care if it hurts."
Chad was really pumping his dick into her now, one hand mauling her tits, the other rubbing and tickling her stomach. Lacy's whole body felt like it was on fire! She was moaning and writhing like a slut in heat, and making noises she had never heard herself make before.
"Ahh yes, yes don't stop! Wreck my little pussy please Chad.. please!" She moaned out, grabbing at his shirt as he kept drilling.
Chad could feel himself starting to get close as he pounded away. This bitch was hot and wet for him, that was for sure! He was staring down at her coldly, his tongue out of his mouth, a look of determination on him.
"I'm gonna cum in the bitch!" Chad called out.
"Haha oh yes! Finish her the right way! Mark your fucking territory!" His friend called out.
Panic filled Lacy's body. She wasn't on the pill! She wanted to say something but she couldn't. Her body was full of so much pleasure she could barely speak. All she could do was pant and writhe, as Chad's breathing got heavier and louder above her. He grabbed onto her tits and started to hammer. She was pinned tightly as his ass bounced up and down between her legs.
"Oh fuck, oh fuck here it comes! Uhh..ughhh.. fuck yes, take this load, slut! Haha ohhh fuck yeaaah!"
Chad groaned out loudly and threw his head back, slamming in deep and violently as he started to cum. His big hands fiddling with her nipples as he filled her up, the other guys in the room cheering and hollering. Lacy felt dizzy as she looked up at Chad, who was staring down at her with a cruel smirk. He pulled out of her coldly, and looked down at her with a grin, shaking his head.
"See guys? I knew inviting her was a good idea." Chad said, putting his dick back in his boxers.
Lacy was about to say something, when she looked up and realized Chad's friends were now standing over her too, smirks on their faces, and their pants starting to come down.
...
After a couple hours, Emma sighed on the porch swing outside and stood up, stretching her arms. Maybe coming to this party was a mistake after all, a lesson to be learned from. She checked her phone and realized it was starting to get late. Emma walked into the house and noticed a good chunk of the guys were missing from the party and the girls were sitting around looking pissed.
"Make sure you don't invite her to any of your parties!"
"Definitely not! Hot fucking mess. This party blows now, she ruined it!"
Emma watched and listened as the two girls talking got up, grabbed their purses and started heading out the door. What's going on? Emma stood for a moment and then decided to freshen up in the bathroom, and see when Lacy was ready to go home. She approached the stairs just as two guys were coming down, red faced and grinning.
"Hey, is the bathroom up there?" Emma asked them.
"Yeah it is, and the real party too!" One replied.
Emma stood confused as she watched the guys high five, then realized they both had very prominent erections still showing in their pants. She pushed by them and quickly raced up the stairs, nearly tripping on her way up. She heard a lot of commotion coming from one of the rooms, and two girls quickly walking down the hallway looking very unsettled.
"Let's get the hell out of here, things are getting too crazy."
"You said it. That girl's nasty. Hey, let's go back to my place and order a pizza!"
The girls brushed right past Emma. She felt a knot in her stomach. Surely Lacy wasn't doing anything crazy, was she? Emma quietly went down the hall towards the room where laughter, moans, and groans were coming from. She found the room that was the source of the noise, and nearly gasped. There in the room had to be easily twenty guys, all in various states of dress. Pants up, pants down, shirts off, some even just in their boxers. Right on the bed was a girl getting pounded and a whole group of other guys all grabbing and rubbing at her. All you could see of the girl were her legs sticking straight up.
"No..no I don't think I can do any more..." came a female whimper.
"Sure you can slut, you're a real pro... uhhggg.. haha just like that see? You're doing good!" The male on top responded.
Emma shut her eyes and covered her mouth. She instantly knew it was Lacy, and on top of her was her friend, Josh. His black jeans pushed down his ass a bit as he pounded into her friend. Emma peaked in again and spotted Chad, his shirt off, and pants still undone, a massive erection tenting his boxers as he watched. Emma quickly raced back down the hallway, right back to the patio swing where she cried her eyes out some more.
...
After what felt like forever, the party was finally coming to a close. The guys were all leaving, laughing and giving each other high fives and boasting about what had just happened. Emma called her dad in tears and told her the embarrassing story. He didn't seem too shocked that such a thing could happen, and she wondered what his parties were like back in the day. She was relieved when his car pulled up, and he walked up to her.
"I'm never going to another party with her again. This is so embarrassing!" Emma cried as her dad hugged her.
Her dad just laughed and patted her back. Giving her the comfort she needed.
"Well if she's that drunk, let's go in and I'll get her. Don't worry I'll be real cool in front of your friends!" Her dad joked.
Emma rolled her eyes and giggled, taking her dad inside. About a dozen or so remained, all playing video games and chatting like nothing had even happened.
"Dad you go and get her, I need to find my jacket."
Her father climbed the stairs, and Emma glared at all the guys as she went into the kitchen closet where she put her and Lacy's coats.
"Hey Emma, did you have a good time tonight?"
Emma turned and saw her friend Josh standing there, sipping a drink and looking tired. All she wanted to do was slap him!
"Uh huh. It was great." She said, slipping on her coat.
Josh stepped toward her, and smiled at her slightly.
"Emma you're a really nice girl, everyone knows you are. That's why you didn't get the type of... attention, your friend Lacy got tonight."
"Oh is that so?" She said, arching her eyebrow in annoyance.
"Yeah, you're a proper girl. One to be respected, you know? No offense or anything, but your friend Lacy, is a total slut!"
Emma's eyes narrowed as Josh laughed at his own joke, thrusting the air to emphasize his point, before leaving her and returning to the living room.
After about ten minutes Emma wondered if her dad was having trouble with Lacy, so she decided to go take a look. She climbed the stairs, kicking the red party cups out of her way as she went. The hallway was empty, and she approached the door which was closed. She twisted the handle, only to find it locked! What the hell? Suddenly she felt like her own heart stopped.
"No.. no Mr Smith.. we can't I'm too sore..."
"Don't give me that crap. It's just one more. Stop squirming... ugh..ohh yeah.. thats it!"
Emma wanted to faint hearing the voices in the room. Her dad was having sex with Lacy! She couldn't help but listen to the grunting and groaning coming from her dad, and the whimpers and moans of pleasure coming from Lacy. The bed started creaking in a rhythm as her dad got into it, and for the third time that night, Emma was on the patio, mad as all fuck.
...
It wasn't long before her dad came out, Lacy barely able to walk on her own, giggling and waving bye to all the guys inside. Emma's eyes narrowed as her dad came over, still red faced. He stood over her, looking embarrassed but still smug, and the front of his light grey slacks were still sporting a prominent erection.
"Sorry Emma... but she really is a slut!"
The End. |
19,593 | Your Kink | LadyAnarchy | NonConsent/Reluctance | 2006-12-10 | 2006-12-10 | 2022-01-01 15:49:27 | 1 | literotica.com | https://www.literotica.com/s/your-kink | The knife and the mask only make it hotter. | ['Knife Play', 'Male/Female', 'Non-Consent'] | 4.17 | You watch her from the doorway. She's making the bed, dressed in a silk camisole with a flowered print. It's black, short, and incredibly sexy. She bends over ever so slightly, smoothing the satin sheets. The cami rides up, exposing more of those tiny legs. She stands up straight, sighs and rakes a hand through her hair, places the other on one small hip.
Your cock is raging inside your jeans, so much flawless flesh exposed to you she might as well be naked. That camisole wouldn't stop you from fucking her. Won't stop you. Your body throbs as she opens the drawer beside the bed, her back still to you; you know what's in that drawer. Handcuffs, some rope, a wide assortment of lubes. You watch as she picks up the handcuffs, dangles them from one finger. You can almost see the smirk on her pretty face. She tosses the handcuffs onto the bed. Your cock screams for attention.
You yank the black ski mask down over your face, grip the hilt of the hunting knife in your hand. You're in the room as she's reaching down to pull the duvet over the clean sheets. Her eyes widen as she spots you, her mouth opens, but she's too shocked to scream. Her arms come up, you grab her wrists roughly, toss her small body easily onto the bed. You're on top of her before she has the time to squirm away.
You don't drop all of your weight onto her. Don't want to crush her before you've had your fun. You press the flat edge of the knife against her throat. Her breath is coming in whimpers. You stare at her, she's staring at your crotch, at your raging hard-on. She knows what's coming, she turns those big blue eyes onto yours, shakes her head.
"Hands," you say gruffly, reaching for the handcuffs that lay by her head, she lifts those small, shaking hands in front of you. You clamp the cuffs onto her wrists, grab the chain that links them, and direct her hands above her head.
"Don't," she whimpers, closes those pretty eyes. "Please... there's money."
Your cock gives another insistent throb. You wouldn't trade all of the money in the world for that gorgeous little body. She's perfect, and you're going to fuck her until she screams for more. She's going to want you by the time you've finished with her.
You let go of the handcuffs, her arms don't move. You watch the expression on her face as you flip open the button of your jeans, slide the zipper down. You grunt as your hand dips into your boxers, fishes out your cock and your balls. You watch those innocent blue eyes widen and that slender throat move as she swallows.
You can tell she likes what she sees, you can see it there, in her eyes, just past the fear. She loves the way your cock looks. She should, after all...
"Fuck," you utter as you stroke yourself once, twice. You're painfully hot to touch, harder than steel. You need to burry yourself inside of her tight little pushy, cool yourself off. Your prick twitches at the thought, you smile.
You move the knife away from her throat, trail it lightly over her collarbone. You stop when you reach the valley of her breasts and the top of that flimsy camisole. You can see her nipples straining against the thin material, chest heaving. You can almost she her heart hammering against her rib cage.
The sharp knife has no problem cutting into the silk. The sound is like music to your ears, like the sound of scissors through wrapping paper. You wonder how much this piece of fabric cost her, amused as you think it was probably expensive. Wasn't a waste, though, she looked fucking amazing in it for the 5 minutes she wore it.
The knife cuts past her navel, exposing that flat stomach, that cute belly button. Lower, past her hips, over her pussy--you feel the heat on your knuckles and your cock jumps. She's wet for you, dying for you to fuck her.
As the knife cuts through the hem of her camisole, it slides from her body like water. Those small, pert breasts become exposed to your ravishing eyes. Those pink nipples are hard, dying for you to taste them. You watch, intoxicated as her breasts heave with each shallow breath. You reach up, nip the knife through the straps of her cami. It falls away, now forgotten as she lies naked before you.
You shift off of her, kneeling beside her. Her thighs are pressed tightly together and you can just see the top of her slit, the folds of skin that hide her sensitive clit. You reach out--she sucks in a breath--run a finger over her bald crotch. It's smooth, freshly shaven, you know. You bend over, press your lips where your finger had just been. You inhale her scent combined with that lotion she likes to use.
She whimpers and you smile. She doesn't want to enjoy it, but she can't help it. She's only a woman, after all, a woman who knows she's about to get fucked, have a blistering cock inside of her. His cock.
"Spread your legs," you order. Her eyes snap to yours and you see the first hints of anger in those pools of blue. Her rage only feeds your arousal. "Do it." You press the cool, flat edge of the knife to one of her nipples. A breath shudders from her lips. You know she likes it.
She turns her gaze away from you, stares hard at the ceiling as her pale thighs inch open. "Don't be shy," you murmur, clasping a hand on the inside of her thigh and coaxing her along. You catch the look of disgust on her face, it doesn't deter you. She won't be disgusted later. "That's it," you murmur as her legs spread for you. "Bend your knees," you whisper, shifting so you're now between her legs.
Your eyes drop immediately to that gorgeous pussy and your balls tighten. Even in the dim light you can see she's soaked, her lips spread wide, inviting you to touch. Your eyes rake up her body, spread so wantonly before you. Knees up, hands laying cuffed and useless above her head. Her lips are slightly parted and you know, despite her position, she wants to be touched, needs it. You know how long it's been since a man's put his fingers there, his cock. She needs the feel of someone's hands besides her own. You drop the knife to the floor, it clangs. You're unarmed now. She doesn't move.
Her gaze follows your fingers as you reach out. You both moan as your fingers press against her ever so slightly. Dripping, soaked, hotter than a furnace. Her toes curl into the mattress as you move your fingers, spreading those swollen lips. You think you might come just from touching her, seeing her so wet and ready to take your cock, to swallow it greedily.
"Fuck " she hisses. She doesn't want to enjoy it, but she is, trying to deny that your body feels good only makes it worse. You slip a finger inside that velvety heat. Hot, so fucking hot and wet. Her hips jerk, she can't stop it. Her hands are clenched, she wants to touch herself but she knows she can't, that you won't let her.
Your cock is screaming, but you're waiting for her submission, it'll be worth it. So you scoot back and drop your face to her snatch, your finger still squelching in and out of her. The heat and the scent is overwhelming, you want to devour her. Instead you spread those rosy lips, exposing her hard and swollen clit. Your tongue darts out, flicks.
Her body thrashes, her hips buck off the bed. She's desperate for any contact. You lap at her pussy, letting her juices fill your mouth, assault your taste buds. Her breath is ragged, she sounds like she's suffocating.
"Stop, stop..." she whimpers. "Fuck..."
You don't want to stop now, you want to eat her out until she comes, screams your name.
"What?" you ask innocently, lifting your head, licking your lips, her scent clinging to the fabric of the ski mask.
"I need it," she says, voice cracking. Her eyes are closed, those gorgeous breasts framing her face.
"Need what?"
"Your cock " she yells, nearly sobbing. "Fuck, I need it I need you to fuck me."
You nearly comes at her words. The naughty demands pouring over those sweet lips. You sit up, rip your shirt over your head, nearly dislodging the ski mask. You scramble off the bed, jerk out of your pants. You get on your knees between her legs. They're spread wider than before, begging you to bend them back shove that cock deep inside of her.
You grab a pillow, shove it beneath her tiny hips. You give your cock a few strokes before pressing the head against the fiery lips of her pussy. You watch as it swallows the spongy head greedily.
"Yes," she murmurs. "Oh, fuck " she groans as you glide easily into that tight cunt, filling her to the hilt. She's panting now, eyes wide as she stares at the spot where your bodies are joined. She can't believe you're inside of her that you could feel this good.
You begin to thrust against her elevated hips, skin slapping against skin as she coats you in her heat, grips you like a desperate whore. "Make me come," she gasps. "Yes, fuck me... like that... yes."
Your head falls back, sweat beginning to soak into the ski mask. Her wanton words are driving you insane, spewing from that hot little mouth. Your hands grab for her neglected breasts, molding them in your large palms. She's moaning, gasping, writhing beneath you as your cock pistons her.
You reach up, press the two buttons that will pop open the handcuffs, knowing the first place her hands will go. You toss the cuffs over your shoulder and they clatter to the floor somewhere behind him.
Her fingers dig into your head, rip the mask from your face. She yanks your face down to hers, your breath mingling as your cock pumps her in short, quick thrusts.
"You're a fucking asshole," she bites out, the anger setting your blood on fire. "A bastard, fucking--"
She gasps, as you flip her small body over, lift her hips, and slam into her from behind, her face crammed into the mattress You're smiling down at her, sweat coating your body. "You loved it," you say, lifting your hands above that gorgeous ass as she thrusts her body back against your cock. "You loved it before you knew it was me, you little kink." You reach forward, grab her breasts, and pull her up so she's resting on her hands and knees.
She shoots daggers over her shoulder at you. "Cock is cock, baby," she says, smirking.
That lights you on fire, pisses you off. She's yours. Her body, those tits, that pussy is yours. You pull out of her, grab her ass and slam back into her. Her yell of pleasure cuts through you, so does the laugh. She's in control now.
"That's it, baby, you know I like it rough."
Your primal instincts are in control now. You're the caveman and she's your bitch. Her soaked cunt is gripping every inch of your prick, teasing it, just like her words are teasing you.
You lean forward, your sticky chest pressing against her back Your breath is on her head, the sweet scent of her hair assaulting your senses as your cock strains against her. "That's mean," you say, licking the shell of her ear.
"So is holding a knife to my throat, jackass," she snaps.
You smile again, supporting your weight on one arm and reaching around to find her clit. Her body convulses and she moans. She's close, you can feel the walls of her pussy clamping around your shaft.
"You liked every second of it," you massage her clit, listen to her moans. "You little kink."
You watch her grin, listen to the short laugh. "You love it," she mocked, grinning slyly.
"Fucking right," you growl, shifting back to your knees. Your hips move with a vengeance, assaulting her pussy as your cock screams for release.
"Come for me, baby," you hear her whisper. "Come inside me, fill me..."
The dramatic shift in mood makes your head spin. She's begging for you, begging for you to fill her with your hot seed. She needs you like the air she breathes.
A small scream tears it's way out of her throat as her body goes tense, her pussy clamping down on your cock. Your balls tighten and you explode with a gasp, unloading your seed into her eager pussy.
The slick walls of her cunt milk the last stream of jizz from your prick before she collapses beneath you, your twitching cock sliding out of her.
You lay yourself over her, nuzzling her hair as your flaccid prick presses against the round curves of her ass. You feel yourself twitch, smile into her hair.
"When did you know it was me?" you ask when your breathing begins to slow.
She chuckles. "You think I wouldn't recognize your prick?"
"I'm not shocked that was the only thing you recognized," you say dryly.
You both lay in silence for a few moments, the heavy scent of sex filling the room. Then she shifts, deliberately rubbing her ass against your cock. "You owe me a new cami," she says, tugging at the cut straps of her destroyed one.
"You pay too much for those," you say, remembering the way she looked in them. Your cock grows hard.
She laughs again, smokey, intoxicating. "You like them."
"I like what's under them," you retort smartly. She pushes back against you and you sit back on your knees. She sits up and turns around to face you, sitting on her knees as well. You wet your lips, staring at her body. She grins, takes your cock in her tiny hands. "I missed you," she says, staring at your hardening prick.
"Me or him?" you ask smartly, your cock twitching.
She laughs, lowering her mouth. You suck in a breath as that little pink tongue darts out to lick the exposed head of your cock.
"How do you want to do it next?" she asks you thoughtfully, stroking you. Her hands feel so good you can barely think.
"Start here," you say, gripping her head and bringing her mouth down on your eager cock. You moan as her hot mouth envelops you, sucking eagerly. "Fuck, I missed you," you groan.
You watch her head bob on your prick, coating it with her saliva. You watch as she sucks you, eager to please, and wonder how you went so fucking long without this. |
19,594 | Your Marathon Massage | lollipopjoe | NonConsent/Reluctance | 2002-04-12 | 2002-04-12 | 2022-01-01 15:49:27 | 1 | literotica.com | https://www.literotica.com/s/your-marathon-massage | You need a massage after your first marathon. | ['Ass Table', 'Give Special', 'Hand Ass', 'Hands Push', 'Lift Ass', 'Marathon', 'Mouth Swallow', 'Shake Head', 'Special Massage', 'Thumb Pussy'] | 3.57 | You did it! 26.2 miles! You're elated but exhausted at the same time. There's a tent set up at the finish and the sign says - Massage - a good rub-down is just what you need after your race - inside there is a massage table next to a partition.
You hear a voice from the other side of the partition. "Congratulations on finishing the marathon. Why don't you lie down and I'll be with you as soon as I finish up with this runner. There's Gatorade over there."
You get your Gatorade and lie face down on the table. You start to nod off.
Strong hands begin to lightly touch your calves and you jump with a start. "Relax, I'm not going to bite. How was the marathon?"
"It was great, thanks. I'm so glad I finished."
"With legs like this was there any doubt you'd finish?"
You blush at the compliment. "Thanks. It was my first marathon and I was a little nervous."
"Your first marathon? Then I'll have to give you my special massage."
"Your special massage? What's that?"
"You'll see. Let me take off your sneakers and socks."
Your sneakers and sweaty socks are removed and your feet are gently washed with a cool sponge. Your feet are tender and the cool sponge is just what you need. The cool sponge works its way up your muscular calves and hamstrings. A towel is draped over you covering you from your shoulders to your ass.
"Relax, I'm going to take off your shorts now."
"Is that necessary?"
"It is if you want the special massage."
"Hmm. Okay." You lift your ass off the table and his hands slowly pull your shorts down.
"Great. Now your underwear."
You don't question him this time and lift your ass off the table so he can remove your panties.
"Your underwear is soaked."
"What? Of course they're soaked. I just ran 26 miles. You know, I don't want a massage after all." You begin to get off the table when strong hands push you down.
"Hey, relax. I was just kidding. I know they were soaked from the marathon. Stay on the table."
"No. Let me up. I'm tired and just want to go home and take a bath." You try to sit up but his hands remain on you. "Let me up!"
"I don't think so. I said I was going to give you a special massage and that's what you're getting." His hands push you down and he quickly picks up the towel that was covering your bare ass and rips it in two. Before you know what's happening he grabs your arms and ties them to the legs of the table.
"What're you doing?!"
Before you can scream for help a giant piece of orange is jammed in your mouth.
"Ehrmmm!"
"Shut up slut. No one can hear you."
You realize it's true. With all the noise of people cheering for the marathon and the orange in your mouth no one could hear you.
You feel the cool sponge on your exposed ass. The cool water drips down your crack and just tickles the bottom of your pussy causing you gasp.
"That feels good, doesn't it?" The cool sponge continues rubbing your ass and more and more water is trickling down your crack and hitting your pussy. You shake your head in reply to his question.
"Bullshit. Your pussy is wet right now and not from the sponge. I know a slut when I see one."
He was right. Even though you were bound to the table your pussy was starting to heat up.
One hand is placed on your ass and the other on the back of your right thigh. The hand on the high is slowly working its way up your leg. You try and get up and kick with your feet when the hand on your ass lifts up and comes down with a loud SMACK!
"Don't move!"
You couldn't believe it. You did what he said. You stopped struggling and relaxed. Your pussy started to heat up some more as you realized you liked being told what to do.
"That's a good girl. Now spread your legs for me." You hesitate.
"Do it!"
You jumped at the sound of his command and spread your legs quickly. You couldn't believe it. It was as if you were hypnotized.
"Good girl. Don't make me yell again."
His hands roughly knead your ass. Your muscles were sore from the race but it felt good.
"Your muscles sure are tight. Is your pussy this tight?"
As he asked the question you feel him stick a thumb up your pussy while continuing to massage your ass.
"You are soaked. And your pussy isn't wet from running the race is it?"
You shake your head, no.
His thumb is in you, but it's not moving. You start to press down on your pelvis.
"Don't move. You'll come when I decide."
God you were so turned on and he only had his thumb in you.
"Lift your ass off the table." You quickly comply.
The thumb in your pussy is replaced with a finger that begins to saw in and out.
"You better not come until I say so girl. My cock is hard and I'm going to fuck you now. When I'm fucking you, you'll come for me and then I'll pull my cock out of your pussy and come in your mouth and you'll swallow it."
You nodded yes. You didn't like to suck cock but the way you were feeling now you'd do anything.
His finger was removed from your pussy and quickly replaced with his cock. He slowly began to move it in and out and he leaned over you and whispered in your ear.
"I want you to come right now. Come for me."
Even though his cock had only been in you for seconds his words had the desired effect and you felt yourself come harder than you ever have in your life.
"Good girl. I'm going to come in your mouth now and you'll swallow every drop."
He slides his cock out, gets off the table and walks to the front of the table. He takes the orange from your mouth and replaces it with his cock. You've never tasted your juices before and you think that you like the taste. You greedily lap at his cock.
"That's a girl. After I come I want you to swallow it. After you swallow, tell me your name and what marathon you're running next. Don't look at me."
You forgot, you don't even know what this guy looks like. You feel his cock swell.
"I'm coming right now."
As the words escape his mouth you suck hungrily. His cock twitches and shoots down your throat.
"Aargh. Good girl. Swallow that come girl."
When he's done coming he takes his cock out of your mouth and you look down at the floor.
"My name is Star and I'm running the New York Marathon next."
"See you in New York, Star." And you hear him walking away.
New York? That was months away. How could she wait that long? |
19,595 | Your Mistake | Dar_Jisbo | NonConsent/Reluctance | 2018-01-04 | 2018-01-04 | 2022-01-01 15:49:29 | 1 | literotica.com | https://www.literotica.com/s/your-mistake | Woman kidnaps man to use as her sex slave. | ['Anal Play', 'Domme', 'Eating Pussy', 'Forced Orgasm', 'Male Slave', 'Non- Con', 'Noncon', 'Tied Cock', 'Toying', 'Vibrator'] | 3.83 | Ken glared at his car. The damn thing had come to an unscheduled halt. He figured it was probably the engine, which he really couldn't afford to repair. And he was out past the city limits. It would be quite a slog back to where he could get help.
Well, no point in hanging around. Ken angrily kicked the tire and determinedly set out back along the road. To make matters worse, it was a dark, cloudy night and the road was not well lit. Muttering under his breath, Ken stalked along the side.
Two of the streetlights up ahead had gone out. Now the road was even more dark. Ken scowled and sped up his pace.
WHACK!
The blow to the back of Ken's head sent him sprawling face down onto the dirt along the side of the road. There was a jab at the back of his neck, as if someone had stuck him with a needle. Within seconds, Ken had lost consciousness.
*
Ken slowly came awake. He was lying on something soft. He blinked his eyes open and looked around.
He was naked, on a bed in an otherwise bare room. There was something around his neck. He twisted his head and saw a leash attached to a steel ring in the wall. He tugged at the leash. It was made of some light but very strong material.
A bathroom was to his right. He entered, used it, showered, dried himself off and brushed his teeth.
"You're awake."
A tall, naked, red-haired woman was now standing in the room. She had a well- muscled body with womanly curves, a firm chest (Ken guessed they were C-cup breasts, though he wasn't an expert on bra sizes), and a lovely round butt.
"So I am."
"You are Ken Baynes, age 28, and you were living on Dalton Road." She grinned. "I read the information off your driver's licence before I disposed of it, your wallet, your keys, your clothes and your car. I figure it'll take about three days before the cops find them with your car, in the lake. When your body doesn't show up they'll probably assume you turned into fish food."
"Who are you?"
"Monica Green. I'm 31 years old and have been working out for three hours per day since I was 10. That's why I'm in such good shape."
"Where am I?"
"In my basement. Which is where you will stay for the rest of your life. There's no way you can remove the collar or get the leash off it. I'll bring you three meals a day."
"What do you want with me?"
"To use your body as I please for my own pleasure."
"May I have one of those meals now?"
"Sure."
Monica returned a few minutes later with two plates full of food, two glasses of water, and a couple of TV trays. She and Ken ate in silence, then Monica cleared the dishes and removed the trays.
When she returned, she had a small bag with her. She proceeded to bind Ken's limbs to the bed posts, leaving him face up.
"Bear in mind that if you try anything stupid, I can always make sure your dead body joins your car in the lake."
Ken nodded. He didn't like the situation, but he was a realist.
"You may have the privilege of kissing my breasts. And be gentle."
Monica leaned over, placing her chest on Ken's face. He tentatively kissed where the upper part of her breast joined her torso.
"Use your tongue."
Ken slowly traced a path with his tongue down Monica's cleavage.
"Good boy. Now, suck my nipple."
Ken took a nipple in his mouth and suckled, using his tongue to softly stimulate the tip.
"Keep going."
Ken suckled with more intensity, then switched to Monica's other nipple.
"Not bad. Keep sucking."
Ken suckled and switched, suckled and switched, for what seemed like a long time.
"That was 15 minutes of foreplay. Now I want you to use that tongue on my pussy."
"I don't have a lot of experience."
"Don't worry, you'll get plenty of practice. And practice makes perfect."
Monica shifted her position and lowered her slit onto Ken's mouth. He nervously licked along it. Monica's body shivered slightly, and Ken took that as a good sign. He slipped his tongue in between her folds and began moving it in circles.
"Keep doing that."
Ken obligingly kept doing it. Monica's fluids began to leak down from her box and coat his tongue and his lips. They tasted kind of nice actually. Ken sped the motions of his tongue, hoping for more.
Monica shifted her position slightly, allowing Ken's tongue deeper access. Ken got the hint and stuck it in as far as it would go, flickering the tip within her. After a bit, a gusher of sticky liquid burst from within her. He gulped down what he could.
Monica lifted herself off of Ken's face. "Have you ever tongued a woman to climax before, or was that your first time?"
Ken blushed. "Um, that was my first time where that happened."
"So you have performed the action before, but never to completion."
"I guess you could put it that way."
"Now I'm ready to use your cock to sate myself." Ken loooked and realized that his cock had gotten hard while he used his tongue on Monica. "Let me just do this first." Monica tied off Ken's balls neatly with twine. "Now you can't cum, and you will stay hard for as long as I need you to."
Before Ken could reply, Monica had swung around her body and lowered her box onto Ken's pole. Ken moaned with pleasure as she slid up and down, squeezing him with her pussy muscles on every downward stroke. Monica placed her hands on his chest and braced herself as she sped up her bouncing.
Ken's cock was harder than it had ever been, but the twine tied around his balls prevented him from cumming. Pleasure was starting to mix with frustration. Monica clamped her legs around his hips and screamed lustily as she climaxed.
After she regained control of her body, Monica resumed her rhythm. Her second climax came quicker, and she didn't even slow down. In fact, as she pressed her hands more firmly against Ken's chest to help keep her balance as she bounced, soon it seemed to Ken that Monica was in a state of continuous climax. He himself was in pain, as his overfull balls desperately tried to release their contents but could not because of the damn twine.
Ken gritted his teeth as Monica showed no signs of stopping. "Monica..." he groaned. "Please..."
"What's the matter?" Monica taunted. "Need to cum?"
"Yes..."
"You'll cum when I want you to cum, slave."
Monica sped her rhythm up even more and squeezed tighter with her pussy muscles on Ken's pole. Ken locked his jaw and remained stoic. His face was a rictus of pain as his balls by now felt like they were going to burst.
Finally, Monica climbed off. Her expression was one of great satisfaction.
"I feel sated now." She untied the twine from around Ken's balls and unbound his feet. She then bent him backwards so that his pole was pointed at his own face. "Open, slave."
Ken opened his mouth. Monica's hand expertly milked his cock. Several jets of sperm went into his open mouth, while the rest coated his lips and face. Monica scooped it up into her hand and made Ken lick it off.
She unbound his arms and walked away, shimmying her naked ass at him. "See you later."
After letting Ken have several sexless days to build the cum back up in his balls, Monica came down to the basement carrying a small bag and again tied Ken face up to the bed. His cock grew hard instantly at the sight of her naked form.
"I slipped you a little something in the meal I served an hour ago."
"And what might that have been?"
Monica smirked. "A small blue pill, ground up and mixed with your rice." She again tied off Ken's balls. "When I untie these, I'll expect an absolutely massive load."
"I'm sure you'll get it."
Monica slipped a pillow under Ken's lower back. She then pulled a vibrating dildo from her bag and lubed it up.
"Yes, it's going exactly where you think it is."
Monica carefully worked the toy all the way into Ken's ass, then secured it. The vibrations against his prostate made Ken's balls start filling fast.
Monica produced a vibrator and lightly rubbed it against her pussy, then activated the device. She placed it against her clit and spread her legs, giving Ken a good view of her rapidly moistening box.
"You don't get this today. You only get to watch."
Ken moaned in frustration. Seeing Monica work the toy on herself was only getting him harder. Plus, he couldn't cum until she untied his balls.
Monica held the vibrator against her clit while she fingered herself. The sound of her pumping her box made Ken's cock twitch.
"Monica, you're gorgeous."
"Thank you, Ken." Monica's breathing deepened, then soon became a series of pants and moans as she got close to climax. "Would you like to taste me again?"
"Please."
Monica positioned her very wet pussy about a foot above Ken's face, continuing to work her fingers within it as she held the vibrator on her now swollen clit. About 30 seconds later, her cum gushed out, soaking Ken's face and upper chest. He gulped down what he could and licked his lips to collect as much of her honey as possible.
"More please."
"As you wish." Monica continued to work herself. She climaxed more quickly this time and stayed positioned over Ken, giving him over the next 20 minutes not just one more but several more bursts of her sweet honey.
Ken's cock was again very ready to go. Between tasting Monica's nectar (repeatedly) and the constant stimulation of his prostate, his balls were swollen and tight. Monica noticed as she washed and then put away the vibrator.
"I think you have a very big load indeed for me." Ken merely nodded. Monica produced a shot glass from the bag. She once again freed Ken's legs and untied his balls. This time she carefully positioned his cock so that all his sperm would go into the glass before using her free hand to pump him. Jet after jet of sperm burst from his cock.
When she was sure his balls were completely empty, she lifted his head up slightly and placed the glass at his lips. Ken drank down the entire contents, and Monica removed the toy from his rear, washed it, then freed his arms.
"What will you do to me next time?"
"Oh, I don't know." Monica smiled. "Perhaps I'll let you build up again, give you the blue pill and use a milking machine on your cock."
Ken sighed. Life with Monica would definitely be... interesting. |
19,596 | Your Nipples were Hard... | RonnSpreadum | NonConsent/Reluctance | 2021-03-04 | 2021-03-04 | 2022-01-01 15:49:29 | 1 | literotica.com | https://www.literotica.com/s/your-nipples-were-hard | A wife's hard nipples earn her a rough ass fuck on the sofa. | ['Anal', 'Blowjob', 'Creampie', 'Mdom', 'Oral', 'Rough', 'Straight'] | 3.25 | I'm sat on the couch when you walk by in your leggings and t-shirt. I notice you don't have a bra on and I can see your nipples through your shirt. I don't know why they're hard, but they are. It sends my brain straight to sex.
"Why are your nipples hard?" I ask.
You involuntarily flush slightly, your hand coming up to feel your tit. "What? I don't know," you shrug. It comes out of left field, you didn't even realize I was watching you. I like seeing you touch your breast and feel your nipple through your shirt.
It didn't take much but I'm horny now. "Take your shirt off. Come show me your tits."
"Not now, babe. I'm busy," you reply, starting to walk off.
I stand up quickly, grab your arm, and jerk you toward me. You lose your balance and fall into me as I pull you against me, your ass pressing against the hard-on growing in my shorts. I've still got your arm and I twist is slightly, making you bend over as I put my other hand under your shirt and grope your right tit, feeling your stiff nipple under my fingers. I growl, "I didn't ask," as I pull you against me more, grinding my boner in your ass crack.
You try to pull away, trying to be annoyed, and say "I said NOT NOW!"
"And I said, I didn't FUCKIN' ask, BITCH!" I tell you again, holding you in place, reaching across your chest to squeeze your left tit and pinch that hard nipple.
You stop trying to pull away. You know now: we're going to fuck. We both know you want it. I feel you start to grind your ass on me yourself.
I grin and keep pressing against you, "That's it, you little slut. You know you want some dick. You're gonna earn it like a good whore." I let go of you and sit back down on the couch. I spread my legs and put my hands behind my head. "Now, get that goddamned shirt off so I can see your tits, bitch, and suck me off!" You take off your shirt before turning around and kneeling in front of me. I'm looking at your breasts with their pink hard nipples. All I'm wearing is pair of soccer shorts and a backwards ball cap. You pull my cock out of my soccer shorts and start to stroke it. You can smell your sex on me from fucking you first this this morning.
I'm impatient: "SUCK IT!" You open your mouth and take my dick in. Grabbing your hair, I press your head down on my cock, lifting my hips slightly to press my dick down your throat. Your hands push on my hips, trying to pull back but I hold you down.
"Yeah baby, choke on that dick. Swallow that mother fuckin' cock." Finally, I release you and you come up for air. You're gasping, gagging some. The spit is running down your chin. You smile at me: you like it rough. I grab my dick, slick with your spit and start to jack myself off slowly, pulling my cock up and spreading my legs even further.
"Lick those balls, slut." I watch as you run your tongue from my left to my right nut before pressing it against where my balls meet my dick. You suck the base of my dick a minute, I feel your tongue stroking me. Then you open your mouth wide and suck on my nuts. I groan, still slowly stroking myself, feeling your tongue swirl around my balls. "That's it baby, suck 'em like a little bitch. Fuck yeah."
I push my dick back toward your mouth and you immediately start sucking my cock again. I grab the sides of your head just behind your ears and begin to face fuck you, controlling the motion of your head and pushing you down on my dick over and over again. The spit's running down my shaft and down my balls as I force my cock in your throat. You hold on to my thighs as you try to steady yourself. I can feel my balls tighten and I groan.
"Play with my balls, you little cock sucker! Suck the fuckin' cum outta me, cunt. YEAH, that's it. Suck me off; suck me off, whore," I snarl as I start to cum in your mouth. I put my hands behind my head again as I watch you drain the cum out of my cock. "Damn you can suck cock, baby!" You're licking the end of my dick, making my toes curl and my dick twitch.
You stand up and start to turn away but I shake my head, "No." I stand up and grab your waistband, pulling your leggings down. I can smell your sex.
"I think you're a wet little slut."
I run my hand up your leg to your crotch and feel your pussy. Your snatch is so wet from sucking me, it's practically running down your leg. I push you down on the sofa and pull your leggings off the rest of the way.
"Spread your fuckin' legs, you little shit," I tell you. You know what I want. You spread your legs wide, hooking your hands behind your knees to keep them spread. I look down at you. You're already a mess. Your hair is tangled from me grabbing you to fuck your face and your chin is still covered with spit and probably some of my cum. Your pussy is sopping; your lips are swollen; you look hot as FUCK.
I bend over you, running my left hand down your stomach and cupping your cunt. I feel the heat and moisture. Kneeling down, I hold your pussy while I run my tongue over your left tit, playing with your nipple before I start to bite and suck it hard. You gasp. I'm not gentle. I release your cunt and smack your right tit, hard, before I move my mouth to that side and attack your right nipple. You groan. You start to release your legs but I grunt a warning and you keep them spread.
Moving my mouth down your torso, I pass your navel before burying my face in your wet snatch. You gasp again as my lips lock around your clit and I start to lash it with my tongue. Your sodden pussy is drenching my chin. I release your clit and lap your cunt juice, shoving my tongue in your slit as I lick. I reach up and pinch your nipple with my right hand, twisting and squeezing. My left hand finds your cunt and I shove two fingers into your wet, swollen hole while I eat you out. I stroke your g-spot while I tongue your clit and you start to shake. I know you're getting close. I keep sucking your clit but I take my fingers out of your snatch and press them against your asshole. You jump in surprise, bucking your cunt against my face trying to move away. I grunt at you again and you try to be still. I hold your legs apart with my right hand, press my face into your wet cunt, and force a wet finger into your ass as I furiously tongue your clit.
You shudder and cum, screaming while you buck your pussy against my face as I finger your ass. I keep tonguing your clit and press a second finger into your ass. You beg me to stop, your clit is now sensitive and swollen. I go still and lift my head up, looking at your swollen pussy, looking at you past your tits. You're panting and sweating.
I stand up and you see that I'm fully hard again. I grab your ass and pull you back to the edge of the couch before plunging my cock in your swollen cunt with no warning. You let out one brief scream as I bury myself to the hilt in your snatch immediately.
"Take it, bitch" I growl. Holding your legs apart by the ankles, I start to pound you into the sofa. I'm fucking you deep and hard, grunting with each thrust. Your cunt is sloppy wet but tight around my cock from cuming. We're both breathing hard and sweating now. I'm dripping all over your face and bouncing tits, I can feel our sweat and your cunt juice dripping off my balls as they smack your ass with each drive.
"Play with your clit, whore. Cum on that cock!" I tell you. You hesitate, you know your clit is red and swollen by now. "SHIT, I told you to CUM you nasty little BITCH! CUM on my MOTHER FUCKIN' COCK!" You put your hand on your clit, but you're already cuming. Your eyes roll back and I feel your twat squeeze my cock. I love it and fuck you harder as you scream again, your legs involuntarily wrapping around me.
I push up and off you, chest heaving and sweat pouring off me. I'm standing over you with my throbbing dick. You look thoroughly shagged, laying there with your eyes closed, legs spread with one hand resting over your sex and another holding a tit. You're clearly cum drunk. I lean down and grab you by the shoulders, pulling you over to the arm of the couch, and laying you back against it. I walk to the end of the sofa and you look up, directly at my rod. I pull you a little further up the end of the sofa so your head is laying straight back then spread my legs over you and feed my cock into your mouth.
You open up and take it. I put my hand on your throat, I can feel my cock as I push in in you.
"Taste your pussy?" I ask. You groan yes, I feel you vibrate around my dick and it feels amazing. "Keep moaning, whore. That feels good," I order. You start moaning as I begin to thrust into your mouth again. I'm holding you down by the throat as I start to face fuck you. The vibration as I thrust makes me crazy as I slide my dick in and out of your mouth. Your tits bob a little as I thrust.
I pull out and lay my balls on your mouth. You start to suck immediately, licking up your juice and my sweat. "Hell yeah, that's a good girl. Yeah... Suck em, slut." I grab my dick and shove it in you one last time, pressing in as far as I can. You gag, pressing on my thighs for relief. I pinch your nipples, then pull my dick out of you. Your spit is thick and trails off my cock.
I grab you under the shoulders again and pull you over the arm of the sofa, then bend you over it. Your head is down and I'm looking at your gorgeous round ass, your wet, swollen pussy and puckered asshole in clear view.
You feel me come up behind you and put my dick against your pussy lips. I push in slightly then spank you, hard. You jump but I'm grabbing your ass and pushing into you. I slide in and out of you a few times before pausing with my cock buried deep in you. I spit on your asshole and press my thumb. I feel you breathe deeply, trying to relax.
"I'm taking your ass, you nasty ho." I press my thumb into your asshole, up to my knuckle, and pull you toward me as I start fucking your pussy again. You're moaning as I start to stretch your ass. I pull my thumb out and spit on you again before pressing two fingers into you. I feel your gash spasm around my dick as I keep sliding in and out of you, "I think you like that, you little slut. You want this big dick in your ass, you little whore?"
"Yes," you gasp.
I'm surprised. "Beg for it then, BITCH!"
You do: "Put it in me. Fuck my little asshole. Please. Make me your nasty little slut."
I pull my cock out of you. You gasp at the abruptness. I take my dick in my hand and press the head of my cock against your asshole. You squirm but your pinned over the arm of the sofa. There is nowhere to go. I press more firmly, spitting on my dick. It's still wet from your cunt. The head of my cock pops into you and you scream again. I grunt and push harder, holding you down. "Stay right there, whore. You want this dick, you're getting this dick," my voice is deep and gruff. You groan as I slide my dick deep into your ass with a grunt. I pause, relishing the feeling of your ass squeezing my cock.
"Damn, you're a cock whore. You like that dick in your ass, slut? You like that big damn dick your tight little ass, cunt? That's MY fuckin' ass! Take it, BITCH!" I roar as start to assfuck you. You yelp a little each time my rod slides home in your ass. I grab your arms and pull them behind you, grabbing your wrists with my left hand. I take your hair and pull. Your back arches as I fuck your ass. You can't move.
I love how in control of you I am. I start to pound you. "Take that fucking dick. TAKE IT!" I'm shouting as I ram into you. I fuck you hard, you feel my balls smacking against your cunt as I split your ass open with my dick. I hold you with your back arched, you're barely touching the couch as I pull you against my hips, pushing my cock as deep as I can into you. I'm grunting and sweating with effort. You let me fuck you as hard as I can.
Finally, I groan and pull out of you, releasing your arms and hair. You fall back down on the arm of the couch. I climb around and, standing on the sofa, pull you up by your hair and point my cock at your face.
"Suck your ass off my dick!" I order.
You open your mouth as I push my cock in you again. You suck hard, you're grabbing my ass, pulling me into you and my hand is holding your hair, helping you bob up and down on my cock. It feels amazing. I'm looking down, watching my cock disappear into your mouth, looking back at your asshole (its slightly gaped).
"Shit baby, that's it. Slurp it up. Slurp up that nasty dick, you little whore. DAMN!" I moan. I let go of your hair and you fall back down on the sofa. I climb off and get behind you again, then flip you over. I pull your hips so your ass is resting on the arm of the couch, perfectly level with my dick. I push into your pussy, the pull out and push my dick into your ass, sliding in balls deep. Slowly and deliberately, I press into your cunt then pull out and press in to your ass.
"Where do you want my cum, whore?" I ask, continuing to alternate between your ass and your cunt.
"My ass," you breathe quietly.
I slide my dick as deep in your ass as I can, balls resting on your crack. "Alright you nasty bitch. You're gonna get it in your ass!" I put one hand on your shoulder and pull you toward me, the other is behind your head, forcing you to look down. You can see your swollen, pink pussy and my cock buried in your ass. I hold you there as I start to thrust again. "Watch me fuck your ass, whore! Watch me cum in your ass, slut!" I shout as I put one hand on your hip to hold on, keeping my other hand behind your head making you watch my cock disappear into you over and over. I pound into you, forcing my fat cock deep into you. You cry out with each thrust. Sweat is pouring off of both of us. I feel your ass squeeze and I'm pretty sure you're cuming again, but I don't really care. Finally, I roar and slam my dick balls deep into you and unload my cum deep in your ass. I hold you there, looking at my cock buried in you.
Eventually, still breathing heavy, I release you and you flop back on the sofa. I stagger around and sit down next to you. I never took off my ball cap off so I turn it forwards to lean my head back on the sofa. I put my hands behind my head and spread my legs. I take a deep contented breath, then say, "Come clean me up, bitch." Like a good little slut, you take my cock and start licking... |
19,597 | Your Prisoner | DavidsQueen | NonConsent/Reluctance | 2018-03-10 | 2018-03-10 | 2022-01-01 15:49:30 | 1 | literotica.com | https://www.literotica.com/s/your-prisoner | A hunt through the forest. | ['Bdsm', 'Hunt', 'Non-Con', 'Noncon', 'Prey'] | 4 | I run through the forest, my feet bare. I don't know where I am, and it's starting to get dark out. My lungs are burning, and I curse myself for not running enough. I stop for a second trying to catch my breath while listening intensely.
The forest is so quiet. I pick up the pace, running. Suddenly I hear a sound, like a twig crushed under a boot. I turn my head instantly, a scream escaping my lips as i fall onto the ground.
The second I fall you're there, looking at me with concern in your eyes. Your expression quickly change as i start fighting you, pushing you off me and getting on my feet. I run faster than I thought possible, but shortly after feeling an arm around my waist. You're pulling me back against your chest, while I'm screaming, wildly kicking my arms and legs, trying to grab onto something. You collect my wrists in one of your hands, but I manage to fight you off shortly.
"Enough!" you order, but that doesn't stop my wild fighting. You bite down hard on my shoulder, making me still, then push me to the ground, forcefully, yet careful not to hurt me, and sit on top of me, "you're mine now" you say, as you collect my wrists behind my back you pull out some rope, starting to tie my hands. You tie another piece a rope onto my wrist, so you have a leash tied to me.
You get up and roughly pull me onto my feet. You pull a little on the leash, "you're tied, so don't try to run, you'll only hurt yourself" you say, looking at me with a triumphant, smug look across your face, I meet your eyes, mine shooting daggers, full of fury, and a little lust.
"Let's get you home" you say, grabbing my neck and giving me a hard, possessive kiss before you start moving. I bite your lip, much harder than I normally would, and look at you with a defiant look on my face. You grab my throat pushing me backwards a little. "That will only add to the punishment you're getting" you say, a cold smile on your lips. I gasp as you release my throat and start walking, pulling me along as a prisoner.
When we reach the cabin from where I escaped you make me stand, still tied, and walk to find a scissor, still holding onto the leash that has me tied, not risking me running again. You find one and cut off the long, now dirty, t-shirt dress I'm wearing. I blush as your eyes roam over my body, I'm now completely naked.
You grab me by my upper arm and start moving me towards the couch, sitting down and pulling me down with you, so I'm lying across your lap, bare ass in the air. "I was gonna let you off with only ten spankings, but I think after that little stunt you pulled, that you need fifteen instead. You will count them" you say firmly. I don't answer, still fuming. You slap my ass hard and I cry out, wincing. "Is that understood?" you say, sounding angry now.
I nod, "yes, sir. One, sir."
That makes you laugh. "Oh that one was just for not answering me. Start over" you say, as you smack my ass hard yet again, my body jumping from the stinging pain.
"One, sir!" i say and you keep going. I can clearly feel your frustration over me trying to run from you in your hard smacks.
By the time we reach ten my voice is a a whimpering whisper, "Ten, sir" I say, a tear streaming down my cheek. You take a quick break, and when you continue you don't smack me as hard, and you gently run your hand across the sore skin on my ass, after each smack. It warms me, that you're starting to go easier on me, clearly sensing my struggles. You're so good to me. "Fifteen, sir" I can finally say, as the last strike hits my right butt cheek. I breathe out, through clenched teeth, it still really hurts, my skin feeling burning hot.
"Such a good girl, you handled that very well" you say. I can feel your hard cock against my stomach, as I'm lying across your lap, and I'm very wet myself, by now. You stand up, pulling me to my feet, supporting me slightly, knowing that my legs will be weak and unsteady.
"Come on" you say, your voice not as harsh anymore. You lift me up, with ease, and I wrap my arms around your neck, by habit. You toss me onto the bed, so I'm lying on my stomach, my hands still tied behind my back. You look at me and I blush, looking away from your lustful gaze, even though it makes me even wetter.
You lift me up, by my hips, so my bright pink, hot ass is in the air, and you start teasing my opening with a finger, while unbuckling your belt and working the zipper of your jeans with your other hand. "So wet already" you say, sounding pleased and happy with yourself, the smug expression returning.
"You enjoy being punished, my little slut?" you ask. I look up at you, my eyes angry and defiant, yet filled with deep lust for you. You smack my sore ass hard, and I cry out at the sudden pain. "What have I said about not answering me?" you say, sounding angry.
"I'm sorry, sir. Yes, sir" I quickly answer.
"Good girl, now you're going to please me" you say, as you pull your jeans down and slam your rock hard cock into my wet pussy. I cry out yet again, this time an amazing mix of pleasure and pain. You groan as you stand for a second, balls deep in my pussy, before you start pounding me, hard, with no mercy.
You keep going like that, and I quickly get close to cumming, but I need to rub my clit, from this position. I bite my lip, swallowing my pride. "Can I please cum, sir?" i beg.
You don't stop as you answer, "you think you deserve to cum?" I start struggling a little against my ties, desperately needing to rub my clit. You stop for a second, "don't try to run again, you warn me, before untying my wrists, tossing the rope aside. In one swift move you roll me over, lift my legs onto your shoulders and slams your cock balls deep inside me again.
I cry out, instantly starting to play with my clit, rubbing it eagerly. You reach down and gently pinch one of my hard nipples, and in the same moment I cum, the most mind blowing orgasm ever, I practically scream it out. You follow my lead shortly after, cumming deep inside me, with a long, deep groan.
I must've passed out from exhaustion shortly after, because when I open my eyes again you are rubbing a cooling, Aloe Vera lotion on my sore butt, the cooling sensation making goosebumps spread across my skin. I wince a little, and you smile at me as you realize I'm awake. "You did so good today" you say, and I return your smile, happy and proud to have pleased you. "Are you planning on running away again anytime soon?" you then ask.
"I might" I say, thinking of how much I enjoyed this.
You laugh a little, "I can't wait" you say, kissing me, and I can't help but think that neither can I, as I kiss you back with deep passion. |
19,598 | Your Secret Is Safe | AuthorEmmaBarnes | NonConsent/Reluctance | 2021-07-12 | 2021-09-26 | 2022-01-01 15:49:32 | 6 | literotica.com | https://www.literotica.com/s/your-secret-is-safe-ch-01 | 1. Office worker must pay the price for her crimes. 2. Office worker continues to pay for her crimes. 3. The next day comes with new surprises. 4. Elizabeth takes her punishment and gets something more. 5. The Road Trip of Elizabeth's life begins. 6. The Car Ride Continues.... | ['Anal', 'Group Sex', 'Menage', 'Non Consentual', 'Office', 'Reluctant'] | 4.47 | It was late, and the building was deserted when I exited the elevator and walked towards Tristan's office. He had told me to arrive at nine o'clock sharp. After everything I had done and the trouble I was in, I couldn't be late. The hallway was dark save a few overhead lights that were kept on during the off hours. The quiet and the shadows caused a shiver to run down my spine. The sound of my high heels clicking on the tile seemed to tick away at my fate.
When I got to the door to his office, I put my hand on the knob and took two slow, deep breaths. I didn't want to be there. I didn't want to open up that door. I didn't want to find out what he had in store for me. But the alternative was far worse. Squaring my shoulders, I walked inside.
Tristan's corner office was one of the biggest in the company. As CEO it was his right and I was sure he felt his duty to have the biggest and the best. He prided his employees on giving him their all, and he did the same. He was a man who deserved to have the corner office, to have his employees look up to him, and to reap the rewards of his years of hard work. In the five years I had worked for him, he had been nothing but kind and nurturing to me
That was until I tried to steal from him.
The office with its floor to ceiling windows overlooked the Hudson River and New Jersey. It was dark and I could see the lights from the boats on the water and the city across the way. It should have allowed me to feel more connected to the world and my place in it, but it only made me feel more isolated. It reminded me I had gotten myself into this mess and I was the only one who and could get myself out of it.
"Right on time," Tristan said.
He looked up from his black stainless-steel desk. It shouldn't have helped to accentuate his dark looks or his deep blue eyes, but somehow it did. As if the desk fit the man as much as the spacious office. There was a large coffee table in the middle of the room, with a couch on one side and a leather chair on the other. Behind the chair was a door, which I assumed led to a bathroom, and next to it was a cabinet that held an extensive array of liquor.
"You said, nine o'clock," I replied from the doorway.
"As I did, and I appreciate you being prompt," he drawled.
When he spoke, his eyes roamed over my body, and I shivered as if he had touched me. I had heard stories of the man sleeping with his staff, of the exploits he liked to partake in. As his eyes took me in, almost in a predatory way, I realized I was going to learn about them all first hand.
"Good. Then let's get down to business, shall we?" he asked.
He stood up and walked over to the chair. He wasn't asking for a response, so I didn't give it.
"You understand why you're here, Elizabeth?" he asked as he sat down.
He crossed his long legs in front of him and put his elbows on the arm rest. He looked at me as if he had all the time in the world.
"Yes," I said slowly, and couldn't hold his gaze.
"You tried to steal from me. From my company. I could have turned you in. I could have given you over to the cops. It might be a white-collar crime but it's still a crime. Your family would have been ruined. Your children would have been taken away from you, assuming you didn't do jail time, which I doubt."
"Yes, sir. I'm aware. I'm sorry. I never should have done it. I was going to give the money back straight away. I just needed to pay for Henry's tuition. My ex," I said and then stopped.
Tristan didn't care. He didn't want to hear my sob story. That wasn't any of his concern. All he cared about was that I was there and that I agreed to the terms he had put in front of me.
"Now I'm willing to overlook this one transgression, provided two things. One, you agree to never do it again and two, you give yourself over to me completely for the night."
I took a shallow breath in, and my knees started to give way. Tristan had said as much when he had discovered my theft. He had brought me into his office, sat me down on the couch, and asked me what had happened. He had been so sweet and so understanding. It made me comfortable enough to confess everything to him. It was when he had heard it all that he quietly and calmly had given me my options. If I did as he asked, I needed to come to his office. If I didn't agree, he would take it as an omission of guilt and he would have no choice but to call the authorities.
At first, I had been shocked that he would ask me, almost demand that I do this. It was clear in how he spoke what he wanted me to do. But he had given me the options, telling me the decision was mine. As if I had a choice. I couldn't go to jail; I couldn't leave Henry; he was about to finish college and I needed to pay for it. Nor could I leave Hannah without a mother when she was just about to start high school.
I knew what he was asking. I had worked for the company long enough to have heard the stories, even seen the destruction of what one of his nights could do. I saw the way the other women in the company looked at him, the stories they shared of what he liked and did with them. I had always kept myself away from it. I had done my work and not bothered or wondered about any of it. Plus, I wasn't what he was interested in and for that, I was glad and felt lucky even.
It looked like my luck had run out.
"Yes, sir. I agree. You promise no one will ever find out?" I asked.
"About you stealing or what we do here tonight?" he asked with a laugh.
My eyes darted to his, and I slowly opened up my mouth. I had never thought that anyone would find out about me coming to him that night. I certainly didn't want anyone to. Had I just opened myself up to even more problems? Was I now stuck in a vicious cycle that I could never get out of?
"Don't worry, sweet Elizabeth. Your secret is safe with me."
"Thank you," I said.
I did not know why I was thanking him. I had just agreed to give my body and soul over to the man for the night. I shouldn't be thanking him; I should be finding a way to get out of this. But I knew there wasn't. He had me dead to rights and if I didn't want to go to jail. If I didn't want Hannah to be in foster care, I needed to do this.
It was only for one night. I could do it. I would do it.
"Oh, I haven't done nothing yet," he said.
I could feel myself blush at his words. I wasn't sure what to expect, but I got a sudden thrill at the idea that I might actually enjoy myself. It had been so long since I had been with a man; I wasn't sure I could hold myself back from taking some pleasure in what was going to happen. I was a woman who liked sex but had never really found a partner I could be fully myself with. Maybe this was my chance to have that. If only for one night.
Tristan said nothing for a few moments, and the silence dragged between us. I moved towards the couch to sit down when he stopped me.
"Where do you think you're going?" he asked.
"I was going to sit. Should I not?" I asked.
"Oh, you'll sit tonight, but not on that. Come here," he said and beckoned me to him.
I crept towards him until I was standing right in front of him. He looked up at me as his hands went to my hips. He kept them there as he slowly dropped his hands down my legs and to the bottom of my skirt. I shivered in anticipation. I had thought we might talk, have a drink, allow me some time to loosen up before we began, but I could see that he was ready for the main event.
"You're a beautiful woman, Elizabeth. I get the impression that no one has truly appreciated you," he said, as his hands moved under my skirt and up my legs.
I moved my legs out wider for him, almost as if my body responded on its own. I could feel myself getting turned on by his touch, and I took another deep breath to calm myself.
"That's going to change tonight," he said.
He hooked his thumb and index finger around my panties and tugged them off in one quick motion. The cool air on my most private parts caused another sensation to fill me. Tristan kept his eyes on me as he bent towards me. I lifted my legs up so that he could take my panties off.
"Now, isn't that better?" he asked.
As he did, he lifted my panties in the air and I looked as another hand reached out and took them. I followed the hand to see that Caleb, our company's CFO, standing next to us. I did not know when he had gotten into the room or how long he had been there. I watched, transfixed, as he took my panties in his hand and lifted them up to his nose.
"Oh, yeah. You smell good. I wonder how you'll taste?" he asked.
"Later," Tristan said to Caleb, and his eyes fell back on me. "First, you must be punished," he said to me.
"Pun, punished?" I asked.
"Oh, yes. This is a lesson and one we need to make sure that you learn and learn well. You didn't expect to get away with this without some form of payment?" he asked.
I didn't know how to tell him that by being there, standing in front of him without my panties, willing to do whatever he asked was more than punishment enough. As I tried to form my words, he put his hand up and stopped me.
"Remember you agree; whatever I asked," he said. He didn't wait for my response, but looked over at the side of the chair and then back up at me. "Come here, bend over, and lay across me."
"You want me to lie across you?" I asked.
"Yes. How else can I spank you?" he replied matter-of-factly.
"You. You want to spank me?" I asked.
"Want? This isn't about what I want, it's about what I will take. Now, bend over," he said.
I looked over at Caleb, though why I thought he would be of any help is beyond me. He still held my panties to his nose, and I could see the tent he formed in his pants. I couldn't tell if he was turned on by smelling my panties, the fact that I wasn't wearing any, or that Tristan was about to spank me like an unruly school girl.
Taking another deep breath, I walked over to Tristan's chair and bent over the side of it so that I was lying across him. His hand immediately went to my ass and gave it a soft squeeze. I squirmed under his touch as I realized it had been over a year since a man had touched me. No matter how scared or unsure I was, I couldn't hide my body's basic reaction to having a sexy man fondle my ass.
"So soft and yet so firm," he said as he massaged my ass.
His hand was comforting, yet commanding. I could feel how strong he was in the way he touched me, and it only turned me on more. I had never been spanked before; it was never something I would have wanted or even allowed a former lover to do, but at the feel of Tristan's hands on me and the sensation it was causing, I was warming to the idea.
Tristan's hand bunched up my skirt and slowly exposed more of my legs and ass. As he did, I could feel him getting excited underneath me as his erection grew. When my skirt was around my waist, he let out a satisfied moan.
"Oh yeah. So beautiful. So perfect," he said as he ran his hand over one butt check and then the other.
"Hell, yeah it is. I can't wait to fuck it," Caleb said.
At his words, I tensed up, and that was when Tristan slammed his hand down and smacked my ass. I heard as much as felt the movement. The sound echoed through the room. I let out a cry of pain. My muscles tensed up, and I dropped my head down into the chair.
Tristan didn't give me time to recover before he brought his hand back down on my ass in three quick successions.
"That's it. Be a good girl and take your punishment. How can you learn if there isn't any pain from your actions?" Tristan asked as he spanked me again and again and again.
"Tristan!" I cried out. "I'm sorry."
He stopped spanking me when I spoke. His hand went back to massaging my ass. I calmed down a bit and lifted my head up. Tears were streaming down my face and I was sure my mascara had speared.
"What was that?" he asked.
"I'm sorry. I never should have stolen from you and your company. It won't happen again."
"You're right. It won't. I will see that it doesn't," he said, and started spanking me again.
I cried out, but I was either more prepared for the blows or my body had gotten used to the sensation because even though there was definitely pain when he spanked my ass, there was a strange and slow undercurrent of pleasure too. I squirmed under his hand and after a while, I couldn't tell if it was to get away from the blows or towards them.
After a few more minutes of him spanking me, Tristan stopped. As my body settled back down onto his, I could feel his erection pushing up into my stomach. It should have disgusted me to think that the man got turned on by hurting me, but it didn't. Instead, I felt desirable and even a little sexy that I could do that to him.
"Is she wet?" I heard another voice ask.
It didn't belong to Tristan or Caleb. I lifted my head up to see Alex, the office manager, standing in front of me. That would have been alarming enough, but he was naked from the waist down and he was holding his very large and very erect penis in his hands. It was then that I realized he had come in when Tristan had spanked me and had jerked off while he watched.
"Oh yeah, she is. I told you she was perfect," Tristan said.
As if to prove his point, his hand moved down my ass and between my legs. Slowly, he glided one finger up my center. I cried out at the sensation and the understanding that he was right. I was not only wet, but soaking wet.
"You liked that, didn't you? You liked when I spanked you. I bet you didn't even know that you were a little kinky, did you?" he asked.
I couldn't answer him. I couldn't think. I could hardly breathe as his finger moved in and out of me expertly. His other hand was still on my ass and massaged and playfully tapped it. Bringing more pleasure than pain.
"What would happen if I twisted your nipples, would you come for me?" he asked.
He didn't wait for a response but moved his hand from my ass and up my top, finding my right nipple under my bra and giving it a hard, quick twist. I cried out in pain and then sighed at the pleasure he caused.
"That's what I thought. Oh, we're going to have some fun with you," he said.
"My turn," Alex said.
"Not until I'm done with her. I get the first round," Tristan said forcefully.
I couldn't see Tristan's face, but there must have been something to his look as Alex back downed and even stepped away. Tristan gave one more twist of my right nipple and then removed his finger from inside me, slapped my ass, and said, "Stand up."
It took me a minute to do as he asked and when I did; I was stiff but relaxed, hyperaware but almost euphoric. I stood in front of him and watched as he quickly unbuckled his pants and slide them to the floor, kicking off his shoes as he did. He wasn't wearing any underwear, and his gigantic cock sprung out in front of me.
I didn't realize I was staring until he gave me a knowing smile and Caleb stood behind me and whispered, "If you think he's huge, wait until you get me in your mouth."
Tristan shot Caleb a look, and he backed away. Though the feeling of him standing so close and his erection pushing up against my thigh lingered long after he had left.
"Take off your clothes," Tristan said.
It wasn't a demand or even a command. It was said very matter-of-factly, but it felt like an order, and I quickly took off the rest of my clothes. When I bent down to take off my heels, Caleb coughed loudly and told me not to.
I did as he asked and stood back up, completely naked but my heels in front of Tristan with Caleb and Alex on either side of him. My first instinct was to cover myself up, to hide my body from them, but there was something in how the men looked at me that told me not to. That made me feel sexy and desired in a way I never had before.
"Come, kneel over me," Tristan said.
I gave a slight nod, even though I knew it wasn't a request but a demand, and walked over to him. As soon as I was in front of him, his hands went to my hips and he pushed me down so that I was kneeling on the chair in front of him. My hands went to the top of the chair for leverage as Tristan ran his hands up and down my back and to my ass.
His eyes stayed locked on mine and my body got turned on by how he was looking at me. His hands squeezed my ass a little harder than before, but I didn't mind. When he moved his right hand around my body and to my breasts, I arched my back to him.
"That's it. You're getting the hang of this," he said.
He took first my left and then my right breast in his hand. He squeezed my right breast and pushed it towards his mouth. I sighed as he sucked on my nipple and then cried out when he bit on it ever so slightly. Caleb moaned next to me and Alex rubbed his hands over himself even faster.
I looked over at Alex, and our eyes locked. There was something in his expression that made me feel bold, more so than I had ever been in my entire life. A feeling came over me that told me I was safe, that I could do whatever I wanted, and that it would be okay. I knew without them telling me they wanted me to explore my sexuality and they would be there for all of it. I reached my hand out and motioned to Alex. He understood what I was asking or telling him I would do as he stood right next to me.
When I took his cock in my hand, both he and Caleb cried out. I looked over at Caleb, who was rubbing my panties over his clothed body. He quickly dropped them down and tore off his pants, kicking them off as he walked towards us.
"Fuck yeah," Tristan said as he broke from sucking on my breasts. "I knew you had it in you."
Caleb stood next to us, I took his member in my hand, and started rubbing it just as vigorously as I was with Alex. I looked from one to the other to see their eyes were closed in pure enjoyment. I turned my head to look at Tristan, he smiled up at me. As if I was his prized pupil and he couldn't be proud of me.
"Now, I'm going to fuck you while they watch," he said.
He didn't wait for me to answer, but took my hips in his hands and slammed me straight down on top of him. I cried out as he filled me. He was a large man and the shock of having someone so big and wide inside me took my breath away. I tightened my hold of Caleb and Alex, and they cried out with me.
"You're so tight, my little slut. I'm going to love cuming inside you," Tristan said as he started moving me up and down on top of him.
My body immediately started responding to him, and I could feel my juices flowing as my body accepted him. I dropped my head down on top of his as I moved with him. As I did, my hands loosened their vice on Caleb and Alex, and I jerked them off. The moans of the men standing next to me mixed with the sounds of my body moving over Tristan's. His hands moved from my hips and to my nipples, giving them tight twists that sent me even higher. His mouth found my right nipple, and he sucked on it as his hand went down my stomach and to my clit. He pushed his thumb against it as I bounced up and down on top of him.
The smell of sex and desire filled the room. I lifted my head up to look at Alex, he gave me a knowing smile and leaned forward and kissed me. His tongue pushing inside my mouth and dancing around my tongue, and his hand went to my ass. I moved over Tristan faster as my hands moved frantically over the other men. Caleb reached across and took my left nipple in his hand and teased and twisted it. His mouth dropped to my neck and he sucked on it before moving over to my earlobe.
My body was on overdrive with the feeling of so many hands and mouths on me. I could feel my orgasm forming, and I cried out in the beauty that the men were making me feel. Tristan grabbed my chin in his hand and forced me to stop kissing Alex and to look at him. As if they knew what he wanted, Caleb stopped sucking on my earlobe as he and Alex both went and stood closer to Tristan. They didn't move far enough away from me I couldn't still touch them, but allowed me to look at all three of them as I glided over Tristan.
"Yes. Just like that. I want to look at you when we all go over together. I have wanted this; we have wanted you for so long. This is just the beginning, my little slut," Tristan said.
He reached his hands down and clasped onto my hips and slammed me down on top of him hard three more times, and then cried out as he came. At the feeling of him coming, I cried out and came as well. My hands tightened around Caleb and Alex, and I felt the telltale sign of them letting go as a warm liquid spilled over my hands. I kept moving my hands over them long after they were spent, loving the little feelings of aftershocks that went through their bodies. I moved over Tristan too and cried out when he put his thumb back on my clit so that I could enjoy every second of my orgasm.
When I was completely spent, I dropped my hands away from Caleb and Alex and put my head on top of Tristan's. He wrapped his arms around me and held me close. Caleb put his head on top of mine, and then Alex did the same. We stayed like that for a while, to overcome to speak. As I felt my body come back down, I wondered what exactly I had gotten myself into, and I couldn't wait to see what we were going to do next.
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19,599 | Your Sex Toy | Tamara_Dane | NonConsent/Reluctance | 2011-06-14 | 2011-06-14 | 2022-01-01 15:49:37 | 1 | literotica.com | https://www.literotica.com/s/your-sex-toy | I enjoy a morning being used as your sex toy. | ['Used'] | 4.05 | It is Saturday morning and for once we have the house to ourselves. Both of the kids are gone for the weekend and we have nothing to do but enjoy each other all weekend. I wake to see your face next to mine and I cannot help but smile, as the sight of you arouses me more today than it did the first time I woke with you beside me. As I lie there watching you, your eyes open.
Once you see the look in my eyes, you say, "You, my little slut, are horny. Good! Because so am I. And this morning I want to play with my sex toy." You tell me to go grab a couple of bottles of water, as we will surely need them, and you will select the other items that we will need. When I return to the bedroom, I do not see anything other than a long scarf. You ask for my hands, and tie them together. Then you lead me to the bed, and lay me down on my back, tying my bound hands to the headboard of the bed. I ask what you intend to do, and you tell me that for this morning I am your sex toy and am not allowed to ask questions. These words excite me even more. I am unbelievably horny and my pussy is dripping wet.
As I lie there, you straddle my chest and present your hard cock to my lips. I am eager for the opportunity to suck your cock; I love the taste of your cock. So, I open my mouth and hungrily suck you cock into my mouth. Since I cannot use my hands, I try to use different movements of my head and tongue to give you the best blowjob that I can. I desperately want to taste your cum this morning. However, you have other plans and do not intend to cum in my mouth. As you pull your cock from my mouth, I complain. You remind me that I am not allowed to ask questions or complain as I am your sex toy entirely for your pleasure. While you are saying this, you are slapping my lips with your cock. I whimper again, trying to pull your cock into my mouth. Instead, you move your balls to my mouth. I lick and suck your balls with abandon. But you quickly remove your balls from my mouth. Again, I whimper in protest.
You tell me that I will pay for my protests, but do not explain what you intend to do. You move down my body and begin sucking and playing with my tits. I am so aroused that I am almost ready to cum. You can tell that I am about to cum and immediately let go of my tits. Next you place your cock between my tits, squeeze my tits tightly around your hard cock, and begin to fuck my tits. I have my tongue out licking the tip of your cock, eager for a taste and hoping that you will fill my mouth with cum. You chuckle at this and tell me that you have no intention of cumming in my mouth today.
You move further down my body and begin to lick my pussy. You are pleased that I am so wet and eager to be your sex toy. Being at your mercy, while you enjoy my body for your own pleasure, is a huge turn on for me and it is very obvious to you. As I am about to cum, you stop licking me, and roll me over onto my stomach.
Next you tell me to raise myself up onto my knees. I am trembling with excitement as you kneel behind me and slowly slide your hard cock into my pussy. Then you reach forward and grab my tits and fuck me hard. I am so tightly wound that I am instantly ready to cum. However, again, you stop before I can cum. I whimper in protest.
Then to my surprise, you bring out a riding crop. I had not realized that you had bought it. We had looked at them for so long, but you obviously did a little shopping while I was at work yesterday. The thought of this, and the wonder of what else you might have bought, excites me even more. You tell me that it is time to pay for my complaints and swat me on the ass with the end of the riding crop. The burn from the impact is amazing. You know just how hard to hit me to bring a little pain and a lot of pleasure. I love it when you spank me. After you have spanked me numerous times, my ass is burning. But I never complain.
You tell me that since I took my punishment like a good little slut that you have a reward for me. I want to ask what it is, but know that I am not allowed to ask questions and I want to be a great sex toy for you. The next thing that I notice is that you have a small tube of lube in your hand. You ask me if I know what this lube is for. I shake my head no, and you tell me that I will soon find out. You break the end off of the tube and insert the end of it into my ass and squeeze.
The lube quickly warms in my ass and my ass feels so hot. You take my vibrator out and show it to me. It is the one that has the attachment that stimulates my clit and the attachment that goes into my ass. You insert the vibe into my pussy and ass. If feels so good to have something in my ass. As you turn on the vibe, I can feel it vibrating on my clit, in my pussy, and in my ass. This is amazing. I am so ready to cum. You ask me if I want to cum. I tell you that I only want to cum if you desire for me cum. This is apparently the correct answer as you begin fucking me deep and hard with the vibe and tell me to cum. Immediately I am cumming, trembling and crying out in pleasure. You keep fucking me with the vibrator and reach for the riding crop. You tell me to keep cumming, and swat me on the ass with the crop. As you do this, I explode cumming harder than I ever have before. I cry out and collapse.
You roll me over, give me a drink of water and ask me if I want to continue. I tell you that of course I do. I am your sex toy and am here for your pleasure. You kiss me and tell me that you love me. Then you roll me back over and pull me up on my knees. Since my hands are still bound, I am on my knees and my face. I love this position; I am completely at your mercy, under your control.
Next you remove a rather large egg shaped object, and insert it into my pussy. Then you activate the remote control that you are holding, and the egg begins to vibrate, sending pleasure through my pussy. This feels marvelous. As I am enjoying this, you insert another tube of lube into my ass and squirt the lube deep inside my ass. Again, it is cool, then warm, then hot. You ask me if I know what you are about to do. Without waiting for my answer, you tell me that you are going to fuck your sex toy's ass. However, I do have a couple of choices that I must make. First I must decide if you wear a condom or not. I beg you not to wear a condom, to fill my ass with your cum. And if you will do this, then when we shower, I will thoroughly wash your cock and then give you the best blowjob ever. You are pleased with this answer.
You push the head of your cock into my ass. It feels so good. This is my favorite part as you first stretch my ass with your hard cock. You tell me how hot and tight my ass is and how much you enjoy fucking my ass. I am thrilled that you love fucking my ass. I love it that you enjoy my body. However, it is time for the next my next choice. Do I want you to fuck me slowly and easily? Or do I want you to plow my ass with your cock and fuck me fast and hard? You already know my answer before I tell you to plow my ass. I love it when you fuck me hard and fast.
As you tell me what a wonderful fuck toy I am, you plunge your cock deep into my lubed ass. Because you lubed me so well, all we both experience is intense pleasure. I squeeze my ass tight around your cock, to intensify the pleasure for you. I have managed to work myself up onto my elbows, and I am thrusting back against you. I am meeting your thrust for thrust and causing your to go deeper into my ass than you have ever been before. With each thrust you pull back as far as you can without leaving my ass. You tell me to hold still for a moment, and completely withdraw your cock from my ass and plunge it all the way inside with one motion. When you do this, I cry out in pleasure. That felt great, and apparently you enjoyed it also. You continue withdrawing and plunging all the way in over and over again. As you withdraw each time, I tighten my ass as if I am trying to hold you inside, then I relax as you reenter me. Soon you are ready to cum. You begin fucking me even harder, pulling me back so that I am again meeting you thrust for thrust. Between the feeling of your hard cock plunging into my ass and the vibrating egg deep in my pussy, when I feel your cock begin to swell and you begin to cum, I am rocketed to an unbelievable orgasm. We both cry out in pleasure. We are both completely spent after the orgasms and we collapse into a pile. I love this feeling. I am exhausted from cumming so hard, so much. Plus I can feel you on top of me, surrounding me. And you cock is still inside my ass. We lie there in this pile resting before we need to get out of bed to shower and enjoy the rest of our weekend alone. |
19,600 | Your Suprise | moonstormer | NonConsent/Reluctance | 2006-04-28 | 2006-04-28 | 2022-01-01 15:49:38 | 1 | literotica.com | https://www.literotica.com/s/your-suprise | You turn the tables and suprise her, too | ['Double Penetration', 'Dp', 'Foursome', 'Good Slut', 'Spanking', 'Submission'] | 4.15 | With your instructions in mind, I went to the club nearby. As I entered, I saw a couple possibilities, but finally my eyes settled on the perfect target. Of course she was smaller than me, a shy girl standing against the wall, watching her friends dance. Knowing that girls are rarely worried when another woman approaches, I went over to her and started talking. Soon, I was dancing with her, our bodies grinding up against each other. Once I had sufficiently gained her trust, I ran my fingers through her hair and kissed her softly, her mouth tentatively meeting mine. Soon her lips parted, and I began to explore her mouth with my tongue. She grabbed onto me, and I knew I had her hooked. I whispered in her ear, asking if she wanted to go somewhere more private. She nodded and we quickly left the club, making our way to our "private" place.
When we entered, I purposely left the door unlocked as I guided her into the room. We continued kissing as we sat on the couch, slowly removing all of each other's clothing. I saw you appear in the doorway at the same time that I slid my finger into her wet slit while biting gently on her neck. She moaned and told me how she was so turned on and just wished I had a cock so I could fully penetrate her. I smiled and told her that maybe she would be surprised, as I leaned back on the couch, telling her to lick my cunt. She went to work, greedily lapping at my juices, pushing her fingers into me as her tongue flicked over my cunt. I moaned softly, her crouching position forcing her ass up in the air. I asked if she was still horny, if she still wanted a cock inside her; she moaned and nodded into my cunt. I laced my fingers in her hair, holding her firmly against my soaking cunt, as I smiled at you approaching her from behind. She struggled against my grip as she felt your hard cock forcing its way into her tight, wet pussy. She tried to say something, but it was impossible to understand her as she was speaking into my delicate folds. Soon, she was moaning, sending vibrations into my clit, as she pushed her hips back against you, inviting you deeper inside her. I watched as you grabbed hold of her hips, thrusting hard into her.
You heard my moans getting louder, and watched as my back arched and muscles spasmed as I reached my climax. I released my grip on the girl's hair, which was soon replaced by your hand, forcing her to rear backwards, allowing your cock to penetrate deeper inside her. She grunted as your dick hit deep inside her. I sat up and took one of her breasts in my hand, tweaking her nipple as I pressed my mouth against hers, massaging her tongue with mine. Her moans got louder, echoing into my mouth as her body yielded to you. You pounded deep into her and felt her cunt squeeze your cock, her orgasm wracking her body. You leant forward and asked her if that was what she meant when she said she wanted a cock inside her, and she nods. You removed your hand from her hair and instead placed it on her back, pushing her down in place. I smiled with accomplishment and leant forward, kissing you deeply.
You grabbed me by the throat and pushed me back slightly. As you continued to thrust into the girl beneath us, you told me that she was not the only one that would be surprised that night. You watched as my eyes changed from confused to shock as I felt a hard cock slide into me from behind. I tried to turn around to see who was fucking me, but you squeezed gently on my throat, watching my face as I moved from being shocked to enjoying the unknown dick fucking me. My moans mingled with that of the girl's, as both of us reached our climaxes. I leaned forward to kiss you, but you only let my lips just brush against yours before you pushed me back again, enjoying watching my face as I enjoyed having my cunt violated by another dick.
Without warning, you released your hold on my neck and instead grabbed one of the girl's legs, turning her over. I was then able to see your dick buried in her cunt and couldn't resist; I leaned forward to run my tongue over her clit, licking your cock as you penetrate another woman. She moaned and did the same to me; I felt her mouth kissing my slit, her tongue tenderly running over my clit and the dick entering me. I reached up with one hand, playing with your nipples while looking up at you; you saw the pure lust in my eyes, as I tasted the juices of the woman you were fucking. All of a sudden, I heard a loud cracking sound and felt a stinging on my ass and realized that the strange man was spanking me. I moaned loudly and couldn't help it as my hips started bucking back against him.
I was thrusting violently back against his cock, wanting him deeper, harder, faster. I looked up at you and saw you smiling down on me, and then I saw you give him a strange smile. You pulled me up towards you and asked me if I was going to be your good little slut. I nodded and told you that of course I would be, you smiled kindly and kissed me deeply, tasting the woman's juices on my tongue. I felt a different kind of pain behind me, and realized that the man behind me was forcing a dildo into my ass while still fucking my cunt. I was trying to resist him, and attempted to pull back from your kiss. However, you grabbed a fist full of my hair and kept your mouth against mine, my cries muffled by your tongue in my mouth. As my tight entrance relaxed, my cries turned into moans. You pulled away from the kiss, and as you continued to pound into the girl still below you, you growled and pulled my head to the side, exposing my delicate neck before biting down fiercely. At first I moaned, and then cried out and screamed as you bit my tender flesh, toying with the line between pleasure and pain.
The man behind me pulled out of my tender pussy, wanting the girl to suck his cock instead. You whispered in my ear that my abuse was not nearly over and ordered me to turn around. I heard the girl below me gasp as you gave her a few more hard thrusts before removing your cock from her sore entrance and immediately entering my cunt, sliding deep into me easily with the help of our combined juices. She moved closer to the man whose cock she was sucking, her swollen pussy right in front of my face as I was on all fours being pounded from behind by you. I felt your cock stretching my already sore cunt, having no mercy as you thrust into me to the hilt. I arched my back slightly, wanted you to hurt me, wanted you to bury your cock deep into me, but at the same time I used the slightly different position to reach her cunt with my mouth. Her delicate flesh was swollen from her arousal combined with the intense penetration you gave her. She shuddered when I first began licking her, but her body wanted more and she was soon pushing her hips back against my mouth as she bobbed up and down on the other cock.
Seeing me sucking another woman's cunt, you started pounding mine even harder. You then grabbed a hold of the dildo still deep in my ass, and started thrusting it in and out of my tight hole. It soon felt as though I was having a continuous orgasm as my climaxes merged into each other, forced into multiple orgasms by the two pistons fucking both of my holes. I was so caught up in my pleasure that I didn't notice when you said something to your friend. The next thing I knew, I was on the floor, still licking the cunt of the girl who was still on the couch, as you and your friend were now each in a hole. I saw the dildo that was previously in my ass lying on the couch. You watched as I grabbed it, wanting the girl to have a similarly enjoyable sensation; I pushed my fingers into her cunt at the same time as I forced the glass cock up into her ass. She squealed, and tried to pull away, but you and your friend held her in place until I had it all the way up inside her. Soon she her moans and cries were mingling with mine as she was experiencing one orgasm after another.
I saw she was getting exhausted, and she started begging me to please let her rest. I told her that she was asking the wrong person, that I was going to keep making her climax until both men were satisfied. I saw you smile at your friend, as you both continued to thrust deep into me. Behind me, I felt your friend tensing and knew he would shoot his hot fluids into me, and I wanted you to fill my cunt, too. You let me lean down and suck one of your nipples into my mouth. I heard you moan as you, too, got close to orgasm. With one last deep thrust into my ass, your friend came inside me, filling me with his cum; soon thereafter, you grabbed onto my body, using me for leverage as your muscles constricted and you shot your sperm all the way inside me. At this point I finally stopped fucking the poor girl's ass and let her rest, as you and your friend pulled out of my swollen and sore holes.
Completely exhausted, I collapse against your chest. You let me calmly rest there for a few moments, but then pulled away slightly, pushing my chin up gently to look in my eyes. You asked me if I thought I had been a good girl, at which point I nodded and asked if I had pleased you. You smiled gently at me, saying that while I had pleased you, I had done something to disappoint you. Panicked, I wracked my brain trying to think what it could have possibly been. You kissed me softly and told me that you wouldn't punish me now, but that I was definitely in for serious abuse as I hadn't asked for permission to cum. I gasped, wondering how I could have possibly forgotten something so important. I apologized and told you that I would happily take whatever punishment, that I deserved it and hoped I could make it up to you. You smiled and tapped my ass lightly, telling me not to worry about it tonight, that I had been your good little slut and you would enjoy teaching me my lesson another time. |
19,601 | Your Tongue is Mine | LilithDeVil | NonConsent/Reluctance | 2020-10-16 | 2020-10-16 | 2022-01-01 15:49:39 | 1 | literotica.com | https://www.literotica.com/s/your-tongue-is-mine | Wife cheats; MIL helps out. | ['Cheating', 'Cunnilingus', 'Facesitting', 'Femdom', 'Mature', 'Mil', 'Mother- In-Law', 'Nymphomania', 'Nymphomaniac', 'Pussy Worship'] | 4.07 | _Hello, you naughty girls and boys!_
Time for another mother-in-law story. Henry is upset with his wife, Carmen. His mother-in-law wants to talk about it. Henry's eyes are opened to some unexpected family history. And before it's all over, she may open more than his eyes.
WARNING, PLEASE READ: This story is in the NonConsent/Reluctance category. This is also a femdom story. Therefore you can expect to read about a female dominating a male. Said male will not be all giggles and grins, clapping and cheering at the chance to receive the whip. If you don't like the idea of a male being 'forced', then you should probably skip this story. If you're curious, I welcome you to read on and see whether you do or don't like what's in store. However, if you find it isn't your thing then please just stop and find something else.
Above all, please do not read this story and then rate it poorly or complain that the male should have left, or worse, that he should retaliate with some form of abuse.
For those familiar with my work and those with an understanding and appreciation for NonConsent/Reluctance fiction, please read on and enjoy.
As always, I welcome feedback.
Thanks to OneAuthor for editing (pesky commas).
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"Fuck! I knew it! I just knew it! She's done it again!"
Henry was sitting on the couch fuming. He was doing his best not to throw his phone across the room. And that wasn't so easy given what his wife, Carmen, was up to.
"Henry? Whatever is the matter?"
Messalina came into the room, no doubt to investigate the sounds she heard. He didn't mean to shout, he really didn't; but damn! But now he really didn't want to talk about it with his mother-in-law. With his head in his hands he tried to keep the situation under control, and maybe she would just pass on through.
"Sorry Mez. I was just a little upset. It's nothing. I'll be fine. Sorry if I disturbed you."
He heard her footsteps growing closer and hoped she really was just going to pass on through the room and leave him to think about this on his own. But then he realized she was stepping over to the couch and then he felt her hand on his shoulder.
"Sounds like you're more than just a little upset. I certainly hope you don't use words like that casually."
Damn. He had hoped she hadn't heard that. Mez had some strange rules in her house. Not that he was one to swear like a sailor. As a general rule, he saved such expletives for when they were really called for. And this he felt, was one such occasion. Still he would have to apologize.
"No I don't...uh, I...I don't use those words casually. I must have just overreacted. I'm sorry. I didn't mean to offend you."
He had lifted his head out of his hands to apologize, but when he looked up, he saw that she wasn't just standing next to him, with a hand on his shoulder; she was completely nude! He still hadn't gotten used to that. More of her rules. It was her house after all.
And that probably didn't help. They had to move in with her mother. It wasn't something he was eager to do, but they found themselves with little choice. It's not that he didn't appreciate her willingness to help, he just didn't like having to live under someone else's roof. And being her, it was almost like moving back home again, only worse.
"Well clearly something is bothering you. Now why don't you just lie back and tell me what this is all about. It's about Carmen isn't it?"
Now she moved in front of him and placed both hands on his shoulders, guiding him to twist his body and lay back with his head on a pillow against the armrest. She was acting like a mother with a sick child, but he wasn't sick. He also didn't want to fight with her. Even if he wanted to, he couldn't afford it.
So he followed her lead and lay back on the couch, being very careful not to touch her legs or any other parts of her body as he did. He also tried not to stare at her big tits as they began to hang and sway as she bent over so he could rest his head. As she stood back up, he was still having a hard time prying his eyes from her chest.
He tried to look up at her face. She had dark hair and pale skin and staring at her, he could see where Carmen got some of her looks. But Messalina, Mez, was older now and didn't have the slim figure of her youth. Actually, it may have never been that slim. Mez had a fuller figure than her daughter and it likely wasn't all due to age.
He imagined Mez's tits were never small, but now they hung lower. Her nipples now pointed more toward the ground than out in front, which also meant that right now they were pointing down at him. And her nipples seemed to be covered in goose bumps. Again, he tried to pull his eyes away.
He wouldn't call her fat, but her tummy had a little roll. And below that...no! Nope, he wasn't going to look there. Her tits were one thing, okay two things, but he couldn't easily avoid those. But he had done all he could not to look at her pussy, even when she walked the house naked.
So his eyes traveled back up over her soft belly, taking a brief dip in her navel before reaching her breasts again. And with more than a little determination, he looked up past those and into his mother-in-law's eyes.
"So what about Carmen has got you so upset?"
He had almost forgotten she wanted to know what his outburst was about. And that only stoked the fires again. He had to be careful, delicate even, but maybe she should have some idea of what was going on.
"I found out she's with Rod."
He kept it short and to the point. He didn't know how she would react and didn't even really know how he was going to have this conversation with her.
"But you knew she was going to be with Rod. I know you two have talked about it. What's the problem?
She sounded so innocent. Carmen had fooled her too. But it was time for her to know. She deserved to know.
"I don't mean going out shopping or having dinner. I mean she is _with_ Rod."
She looked confused. Henry figured it was because this was her baby girl. She wasn't like other people; she was special. He tried to break it as gently as he could.
"What I'm tryin' to say Mez is that...well...they've been having sex."
"Oh!"
And that was all she said. Her face registered the surprise and then she just stood there as if frozen in time. Well not entirely frozen. One hand was on her side and the other was cupping her breast. While that didn't go unnoticed it wasn't that unusual, all things considered. The times he had seen her naked before, she had no qualms about squeezing her tits, stretching out her arms, or even scratching her ass. She was far more comfortable being nude in her house than he was being a witness to it.
She stood towering over him like a giantess as she put the pieces together. He could understand some of the shock. They both remained silent as the seconds ticked by. But eventually, she broke the spell. She gave her tit a squeeze as if she had made a decision, and then looked down at him and spoke again.
"Well Henry, I'm afraid that may be my fault. Or maybe it's her grandmother's fault. Maybe it goes back further than that. I think it's in her genes."
He wasn't quite sure how she would react to the news of her daughter's infidelity, but that certainly wasn't what he expected to hear. Now it was his turn to be frozen as he tried to put the pieces together. But in the end, all he came up with was...
"I'm sorry? Did you say it was _your_ fault?"
"I'm not saying I told them to have sex. It's just that, well, I think it may be time for a family history lesson. I'd tell you to sit down for this, but lying down is probably even better. Now let's see. Where should I begin?"
He couldn't imagine how this was supposed to be Mez's fault, but now he was more than a little curious as to why she thought so. A family history lesson she said. Now this he had to hear.
"You see, I've always had quite the appetite. And no I don't mean food. And keep any of your fat jokes to yourself.
As soon as I was sexually active, I knew I couldn't settle for just having one man my entire life. So when I was dating, sometimes I was looking for Mr. Right, someone I could love and marry, and sometimes I was just interested in trying a different flavor. Sometimes it was curiosity and sometimes I just needed to feed the hunger."
Well this was quite the surprise. He never really expected that she had done a lot of sleeping around. Then, he never had really thought much about her sex life at all. He also never expected that it was something she would share with him.
Given some of her odd behavior, such as walking around the house in the nude, maybe her frank discussion of being sexually active wasn't really that out of character. But it wasn't the sort of conversation he ever thought he would have with his mother-in-law.
"My college days were really wild. I was one of those girls you hear about who has sex with her professor. In fact, I had sex with several of them; two of them in the same quarter. Now it's not like I scored with the whole basketball team. Just a few players; and the coach."
Jesus! She didn't just sleep around in her younger days, Mez was some kind of nymphomaniac! And here she was, standing over him naked, discussing her sex life!
"Things did slow down after college, but they never really stopped. I was still finding more men and feeding my hunger. And then eventually I met Carmen's father. He was special. We became serious and I found that there was a man I wanted to marry.
And that's when I had to revisit the notion of being a one-man woman. I knew that's what he wanted and I began to wonder if I could really do it. I mean, I did have those college years. If I had died before I met him, I would still have had a great sex life."
She had mentioned Carmen's father, so there was a glimmer that this was all somehow related. But while he tried to keep up with her story, he was seeing her in a whole new light. Now as he looked at those tits, he imagined them bouncing up and down as she rode some guy's cock.
"But then I felt I wasn't quite finished yet. So as we grew closer and made plans for our lives together, it became something of a race to get in all sex I needed before our wedding day. By the way, anyone who tells you priests don't have sex, hasn't met them all."
For fuck's sake! She had sex with a priest? The priest who presided over her wedding ceremony? It was quickly becoming less of a question as to who she had sex with, and more of a question of who she hadn't!
"Then we finally were married, but I still had a few loose ends to tie up. I took care of those and thought I was finally ready to settle down. Then I became pregnant with Carmen. I thought that would help, but pregnancy messes with your hormones. At first it was just flirting, but the flirting became more serious. I didn't want to hurt Carmen's father, and during that time I never had full on traditional sex with anyone, but there was some serious heavy petting and making out.
And then my baby girl came into the world. I don't think I have to tell you how special she is, but I will remind you just the same. She was my whole world and she's always been a big part of my life. And for years I was a good girl. A little grope here, and a flash there, but again no full on sex outside my marriage. I probably did wear out her dad, but that was part of his job, right?"
He was listening, but now he was also envisioning more and more scenarios of Mez's wild sex life. And between her tales of rampant sex, and her naked body, he found he was sporting more than an inkling of an erection.
"But then as she got older, I started to have that itch. More and more I began to realize that those college years, and even the years after weren't enough to keep me sated. And soon enough I was back to making ticks on the scoreboard."
During the revelation, Mez had primarily kept her hands on her hips. There was a gesture here and there, and sometimes she looked directly at him and sometimes she looked off into space. But now she shifted a little and let her knee rest on the edge of the couch.
Henry was careful to give her room and try to avoid any contact. It made sense to get a little support as she had been standing this whole time, but maybe she could have just found a chair. And while it would have been a little more normal if she was actually dressed, he couldn't deny that a part of him was happy she wasn't.
"Well Carmen's a smart girl. As she was coming of age, I wondered if she had similar thoughts to my own. When she became sexually active, just how _active_ was she likely to be? But of course it was her decision and I had my own distractions to keep me busy.
And then one day, she had sex with a man. Not her first mind you, but I think it was only her third. What's important is that this man was someone I had been having sex with...and Carmen found out about it."
What the fuck! The third person Carmen had sex with, also had sex with her mother? Now he had an image of Carmen having sex with some unidentified man. This was not helping to keep his erection down. He was straining within his pants and trying to very casually keep himself covered with his hands.
"I think she felt betrayed and I suppose I understand that. When she told me about him, she was hoping to shock me. But that conversation went nothing like she had planned. I told her I was happy for her and that I knew he was a capable lover. I had enjoyed my time with him, but I was ready to move on. So I told her she could have him. I even offered her a few suggestions on how to get the most out of him.
Well she wasn't prepared for that. We didn't get everything straightened out that night, but eventually we had some nice long talks which only strengthened our bond. I explained to her that I did love her father and he would always have a special place in my heart; most especially because he had given me her. But I also explained that while I loved him dearly, I wasn't willing to deny myself. I wasn't willing to live less than a full life."
And now she was absently cupping a breast again. She gave it little squeezes as she related the events between herself and her daughter; about how they came to an understanding. His eyes were locked onto her tit, and he could feel his dick throb every time she squeezed. It was a struggle not to put his hand inside his pants, even with his mother-in-law towering over him.
"She gave that some serious thought and we had more discussions and then we became closer than ever. At first, we shared stories of our encounters. And then we would share stories of the same man. And then, it wasn't just stories. Are you sure you're ready to hear this? Some lucky men do get to share a mother and daughter in bed at the same time. And sometimes mothers and daughters can share more than one man in bed at the same time."
If he was having difficulties as she squeezed one tit, he was now beginning to lose his mind. As she continued to speak of the sex she and her daughter had shared, she was now squeezing both tits together, and not just little simple squeezes, but full grips.
And it wasn't just the tit either. Now she had moved her fingers and thumbs to her nipples and she was pinching and pulling those as she thought about times past. He fought to keep his hands still. If he did take his cock in hand, it would only be seconds before he exploded a load high into the air. He had to hold back. This was his mother-in-law!
"They didn't replace my college years, and I will always have many fond memories from that time. But with Carmen, we helped each other. Things we did, I wouldn't have been able to do alone. It was like a second Renaissance. It was glorious."
As she continued to play with her tits and nips, she now shifted once more. Her knee slid further along the couch and she took a small step forward.
"But then after she finished college, I knew what was coming next. We still were having fun, but, call it the biological clock if that makes you happy. I knew she was starting to look for a husband.
And then she found you. You see Henry, that's why I know she truly loves you. Just like I loved her father. But I also understand why, and don't take this too hard, you can't completely satisfy her."
Ouch! So there it was. While his animal brain was trying not to cum right there on the couch, his logic brain was still following the story for what it had to do with Carmen's indiscretion. First off, Mez had confided she was a sex addict, and then suggested that her daughter was as well, but if that wasn't enough, she had just told him he wasn't capable of satisfying his wife; her daughter.
"She knew Rod from high school. They were lovers long before she ever met you. And yes, when they met up again after all those years, she wanted more than to just share old stories. And no offense dear, but I'd have to say she'd be a fool not to. I don't know if his parents had a premonition, but that man was very well named. I can tell you from personal experience, he's got a rod on him that is purely magical."
She got a dreamy look as she mentioned Rod, the other half of his wife's betrayal. And about that time Henry noticed something else. He had been so wrapped up in the sights and sounds of this story, he was having trouble focusing. But now he noticed an aroma.
The nipple pinching had been a clue, and now he could see they were standing erect and proud. But now he knew he could also smell her sex! Mez was wet as she explained about her daughter and Rod.
"So see, I get that it hurts, but she never did this to hurt you. I have this hunger, this appetite. I'm voracious. And so too is my daughter. It wouldn't be right to cut her off from her lovers. Might as well cut off her supply of air.
You have to let her live, Henry. You can't suffocate her. She's my daughter and I won't allow it. But you needn't suffer alone. Let me help you take your mind off of Rod."
And her demeanor suddenly changed. She began as a teacher giving out a lecture. Then he had noticed her own squeezing and breastplay, which elevated to nipple pinching. But while she was getting worked up, as was he, she was keeping it in check.
But then her eyes began to sparkle and a mischievous grin spread across her face. Now as she squeezed and pinched those heavy breasts, she wasn't thinking of past conquests, she was looking at him!
"I think we both need this!"
Before he could react, she pulled the pillow out from behind his head, causing it to fall back on the couch, the top of his head pressed tight against the armrest. As she tossed the pillow across the room, her knee was already coming over him and landing on his shoulder, while her hands found the armrest, and the whole time her eyes locked on him like a predator. She was about to sit on his face!
He couldn't deny how hard he was, as he listened to her story and stared at her naked flesh. But when she finally made her move, it came back to him in an instant that this was his mother-in-law! Yes, Carmen had cheated on him and he was still trying to process what that meant for him and their future, but having sex with her mother wasn't going to solve his problems. He couldn't be mad at Carmen, and at the same time have sex with Mez! He had to stop this!
"Wait, Memph! Mmmph mmmph! Waiffff"
He was quick, but she was quicker. She had already straddled him before his hands ever left his lap. Now, as crazy as it was, he was slapping and pushing on her ass, so she would get off his face and let him speak. Her pussy had already smeared his nose as she was getting into position. She didn't stop to listen when he first tried to get her attention, but then she lifted just enough, her pussy hairs still tickling his nose and lips, allowing him to have a word.
"Mez we can't do this! We just can't! It's wrong."
But she wasn't listening. She just gave a little laugh and then she gave him an explanation.
"Oh Henry, you're so cute. I wasn't asking. I told you Carmen and I share everything. Besides, while you're in this house that tongue is mine as much as it is my daughter's."
She had surprised him again. She had mentioned her need for sex and her inability to control herself, but he assumed she was just getting caught up in the moment, fueled by her own stories of her sordid past. But she wasn't falling off the wagon, she was driving it, and at full speed ahead.
Between her 'arrangement' with her daughter, and her belief in her rather extraordinary house rules, this was no accident, no temporary fall from grace. Mez meant to have him her way, and she meant to have him now!
And after she explained herself, she felt there was no further reason for delay. She settled her pussy back down on his face and began rocking against his nose. The smell and taste of her was inescapable, as well as her weight, which easily pinned him in place.
He tapped her ass again, hoping for a second chance to make his case, but if she even noticed, she just ignored him. She knew what she wanted and she was going to have it. And he realized that there was nothing he could do to stop her.
"Don't you worry your little head about Rod. Mommy's here to take care of you."
She might have just been saying it for her own benefit. She surely wasn't giving him any chance to respond. Instead, her wet cunt continued to paint more of his face as she gyrated against him. In a matter of seconds, his face was not only wet, it was getting hot.
Then she made some long slow drags across his face. This gave him just enough air. He looked up at her when he could, hopeful he could speak to her with his eyes. But he found she wasn't even looking at him. She was lost in a dream.
And in a few more passes her pace quickened once more. Then she did this thing where she put her pussy directly over his nose, and then she wiggled and pressed down as if she could swallow his entire face.
Now he had performed oral on his wife in the past. And he knew at least one time she was positioned above him, her knees on either side of his head. But that was nothing like this. She had teased him a little and allowed him access, but he had to reach for it. She had never ridden roughshod over his face the way Mez was doing.
She seemed to find great joy in exploring his face. Her pussy moved all over it. And while he caught breaths when he could, he soon felt that wasn't much of a priority for her.
One time while she was roaming over his face and he was trying to catch a breath, she ended up with her pussy directly over one of his eyes. It was shut tight and with her there, it was easier for him to breathe. But while it may have been easier for him physically, mentally it was a different matter. As she remained in the same spot, with some of her constant grinding, he felt this was a show of dominance.
Eventually she made her point, if indeed that was her intention, or she simply got bored of that and went back to rubbing herself all over him. And then before long, she was doing something new as she began to bounce on his face. She had fun with that, certainly more fun than he did, but after a while she moved on to something else.
He didn't know how long it had been, but at some point he figured she should be about done with him. But she was not. His face, his whole head, was one wet, hot mess. And she just kept on going. He wondered if in addition to her proclaimed frequency, she also enjoyed an increased duration.
At some point, he was sure she got the relief she was looking for. His whole face had been quite wet soon after she mounted him. But then she came to a grinding stop and suddenly everything became even wetter. He tasted even more of her and did more than a little swallowing.
He waited for her to lift off and perhaps go grab a towel. Instead, she did a few more of those slow drags and then once again she was back in the race. It wasn't to be over just yet.
The second time she ended with a bit of a squeeze of her thighs against his cheeks. She didn't go back for a third, but the downside was she didn't move at all. She just rested on top of him as his air supply ran out.
When she did lift up, he was gasping. Her face showed signs of exertion as well as a big smile, but he knew he looked far worse. After she caught her breath, she spoke once more.
"Whew! Not bad. I think I could enjoy that face of yours."
Indeed she already had. There was plenty of evidence of that. And now he needed to get cleaned up. Besides washing his face, he wasn't sure if he needed to change his pants. He was at the brink when she climbed onto his face, and he couldn't deny the primal instincts as he smelled her pussy. But somewhere in the frenzy, it became clear this wasn't about him, this was about her.
"Okay Mez, I don't knowph mmmph mmmm."
"Shhh, no talking."
She sat back down on him. She reached down and used her fingers to pull the hairy pussy back from his nose so he could breathe, but it completely covered his mouth so he couldn't speak.
"Now Henry, that wasn't a bad start, but I think you'd have to agree I did most of the work. So now it's your turn. This time I want you to show me how talented that tongue of yours really is. And this time there's no rush. I want you to give me a symphony so I know what I've been missing out on. But I'll give you a few minutes to tune up first. You may begin."
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Henry wasn't prepared for that. He wasn't prepared for Mez at all. But he realized a line had already been crossed. She may have taken charge, but there's was no denying he had tasted her pussy. Saying she had sex with him but he didn't have sex with her was splitting hairs. Round two wasn't going to change any of that.
So when she slid back, and looked down on him expectantly, Henry put out his tongue and went to work. At least it was easier to breathe, and it was more on his terms.
It took time, but she did have another orgasm. However, she wasn't truly impressed with his performance. But she did tell him he'd have the chance to try again soon, and if need be, she could offer him lessons.
So much changed that day, and he knew things would never be the same. He also realized sometime later that she was right. From the moment she mounted his face until hours afterwards, and even on until the next morning, he didn't think about Rod at all. |
19,602 | Your Tormentor | ciphera | NonConsent/Reluctance | 2013-01-10 | 2013-01-15 | 2022-01-01 15:49:41 | 2 | literotica.com | https://www.literotica.com/s/your-tormentor-ch-01 | 1. You're forced to obey his every command. 2. He takes a more hands-on approach to ownership. | ['Dirty Talk', 'Elevator', 'Groping', 'Humiliation'] | 4.27 | You're walking down the main street of your hometown, heading to the mall. You're thinking about dropping by the lingerie store, maybe picking up some cute new panties for your next skype session, or maybe a sexy new pair of stockings. Either way, you know you'll be going home with something nice and slutty to show to the men you've met online.
You walk without paying attention to your surroundings; tuning out the traffic to focus on the images in your head. You can feel your pussy starting to get a little wet at the thought of the reactions you'll be getting later, and it puts a smile on your face. An older gentleman walking by smiles back at you, and you can't help but grin. Your long blonde hair and big blue eyes are probably giving him the impression that you're some young innocent girl, but your thoughts couldn't be further from innocent if you tried.
The sun is beating down on you, and you stop for a moment to pull a pair of sunglasses out of your bag.
A man walking behind you doesn't quite stop fast enough, and bumps into you.
"Oh my gosh," you say, turning around at once. "Are you ok? I'm so sorry!"
"It's fine," he says, rubbing his shoulder. "Totally my - hang on..." He drifts off mid-sentence, and you raise your eyebrow at him. "Sorry if I'm totally off-base," he continues, "but... you don't happen to go by SweetKitten online, do you?"
You freeze. A moment ago the heat was all you could think about, but now the day seems frigid.
"Um," you choke out.
A grin spreads over his face. "It *is* you," he exclaims. "Your hair is so distinctive," he adds softly, reaching out a hand to stroke it. "I've always wanted to touch it."
You get the feeling that that's not all he's wanted to do to you. Since you first started posting videos and pictures of yourself online, you've been wondering if this would happen. The idea of being found in real life by one of the men you whore yourself out for online has always been one that both terrified and titillated you - more than one fantasy has started like this. But this isn't a late-night secret between you and your favourite vibrator, this is real life.
"Look," you force out, shakily. "I don't know what you're talking about, okay? Whoever you're looking for, that's not me."
His only response is to grip your hair tighter. "Of course it is," he says, smile fading until only one side of his mouth is curled in a small smirk. "You wouldn't react like this if it wasn't you. Let me guess, you're scared I'll tell people?"
You can't help but flinch. He laughs.
"I *could* follow you home and tell your friends and family how much of a *slut* you are," he says. His voice is soft and considering, but his eyes are intent on your face, cataloguing your every reaction. He must like what he sees, because he continues. "Would you like that, kitten? Would you like your friends to see what you really are? Maybe they'd be disgusted...or maybe they'd want you to service *them*, too."
You stare at the ground between the two of you, your eyes filling with tears.
"Don't cry, kitten," he says. "I didn't say I *would* do that, did I?" He lets go of your hair, and reaches out. You cringe away from his touch, and then from the look in his eye. "Don't do that," he snaps. "I was going to be nice and wipe away your tears, but now I don't think you deserve it. Kitten, clean yourself up."
With a sniffle, you gently wipe your own tears away.
"I'll do whatever you want," you say. "Just please don't tell anyone. We can have a private skype session tonight and I'll do anything you ask, I promise."
He laughs again. "Kitten," he says, admonishingly. "You already do whatever any man asks, because you're a worthless slut. But you're also a fucking *tease*, because you only do it online. You know how much we all want to fuck you, and you *love* that our cocks can't reach you, don't you? All that "I wish you were here right now to fuck my throat", that's all bullshit. If any one of us showed up at your door, you'd react like - well, like this."
You raise your head to glare at him properly. "I'm not a slut," you say, "and I'm not a *tease*! I always mean what I say!"
"So you *do* wish I would fuck your throat? You want me to hold you down and cum in your hair?"
You go scarlet. "Stop *saying* these things in public," you hiss, "People walking by can probably hear us!"
"Good," he smirks at you. "I don't live here, I'm never going to see them again. But they'll see you again, and they'll remember what a whore you are."
You can feel the tears start to well up again. "Please," you beg again, "What do you want? Money? Please just leave me alone."
"I have plenty of money," he says. "And honestly, isn't it obvious? Or are you just as stupid as you look?"
You don't say anything, and he reaches out to stroke your cheek. "Say it, whore." He says.
"You want to fuck me," you mumble, almost inaudible.
His shark grin never wavers. "Say it louder, bitch."
"You want to fuck me," you say again, fighting the humiliation of having to say it in public, with his hand firm on your cheek. An elderly lady walking past hears you, and gives you a hard look. You look at the ground again, cheeks burning.
"Good slut," he purrs. "Was that so hard?"
"This is so embarrassing," you whisper to the ground. After a moment, you rally your courage and look up at him again. You're taken aback at the hunger in his eyes. "This is it, though," you say, trying to be strong. "I let you, you know, once. And then you're gone forever, and you don't say anything about this, or me, to anyone. Got it?"
"It's cute how you think you're in charge here," is his only response. "Now come along. My hotel's not far."
You balk immediately. "I'm not going to a hotel," you say. "You could be a murderer!"
"You have two choices," he says firmly. "You can come to my hotel and do everything I say, like the good little slut that you want to be, or you can bend over this bench right here, and lift your skirt and drop your panties, and I can spank you in public."
You stare at him, outraged. "I'm not letting you spank me! In public, or anywhere!"
"Then you're coming to my hotel, kitten. Maybe I'll even drop a few coins on you after we're done so you can feel like a productive little whore. Would you like that?"
His voice is like dark velvet, but his words make you so embarrassed. You've never been so aware of how much you blush, and you know he's enjoying your reactions. You're also suddenly aware of your already-damp panties. You know that you're not getting off on this, but will he? He'll probably think all this taunting has made you wet, and you know how entertained he'll be by that.
Up until now, you've just been freaked out and humiliated. But now the flush on your cheeks isn't just from how embarrassed you are, and your pussy is starting to get wet again. Like when you mess around online, it isn't the events that are turning you on, it's his reaction.
"No," you grit out, but even you can hear the slight breathlessness of your voice.
He smirks at you. "The bitch *would* like to be treated like a two dollar whore, alright. I can work with that."
You want to tell him he's wrong, but you know he'd make you tell him the cause of your sudden reaction. You don't want to admit that the pleasure he's getting out of humiliating and debasing you is turning you on, you know exactly where that would lead.
You swallow your words, and step closer to him instead. "Which hotel are you staying at?"
*
The hotel is close, only a few blocks away. He spends the walk with his arm around you, hand slowly drifting down from your shoulder to your ass, until he's basically just holding your ass while you walk. You want to say something, but you don't know what he'd do instead if you complained. You decide that this is probably the lesser of two evils, and just focus on not making eye contact with anyone else on the street. Maybe you just look like a regular girl with a possessive, older boyfriend. Maybe you look like a whore. Right now, you can't tell.
When you reach the hotel, he opens the door for you. It's one of the fancier hotels in town, and the lobby is plush and gleaming. As you glance around, taking it all in, he grips you firmly around the waist and hauls you along to the elevator. Apparently he has no patience for sight-seeing.
You barely notice the elevator's decor, since as soon as the door closes on the empty box, he has one hand around your throat, and the other down your shirt, buttons slipping free to give him more access. His cool hands feel amazing on your flushed skin, and you can't help but moan softly at his touch.
You try to move closer to him, but the hand around your throat is firm and unyielding, and you're trapped, pressed against the wall. He knows how he wants to touch you, *tease* you, and he clearly doesn't want you interfering. The hand inside your shirt caresses first one bra-covered breast, and then the other, before sliding under the lace edge of your bra to pinch your left nipple. You moan again; your nipples have always been so sensitive, and through the haze of sensation you can see him smirk widely at you.
"Enjoying yourself, whore?" he asks.
Before you can gather enough composure to answer, the elevator stops at a floor. Not *his* floor. He pulls away from you as the door opens, leaving you slumped against the wall, a wreck.
Two men walk into the elevator, chatting. When they notice you, red marks around your neck, shirt unbuttoned and bra revealed, even pulled down a little on one side, they slowly stop talking. One grins at you, predatory.
"You can touch the slut," your tormentor says, "If you want. At least until we reach our floor."
They waste no time in complying. As the door closes, they close in on you. One grips your hair in one hand and pulls it back, before leaving a series of stinging bites along your jaw. The other goes straight for your breasts, pulling them all the way out of your bra and letting them bounce freely for a moment before leaning down to start sucking on your right nipple. The taller man, with his hand in your hair, reaches down to maul your left breast.
You feel like a piece of meat, being handled roughly by these men who know what they want and don't care how you feel about it. Your tormentor grins at you, clearly enjoying the show, and you can feel how soaked your panties are. God help you, you're loving this too.
"Please," you whine, overwhelmed under the assault of four hands and two mouths. You don't know what you're begging for, but you know you need it.
"Can I fuck this bitch?" one man asks, pulling his mouth away from your nipple. He replaces his mouth with his hand, twisting and tormenting your sensitive flesh. You moan.
"She's gagging for it," the other man laughs.
Before your tormentor can reply, the elevator stops.
"Maybe another time," he says. "This is our floor."
The men reluctantly hand you over to him. You feel weak and helpless, over- stimulated. You almost trip as he drags you out of the elevator.
You regain some of your steadiness as you stagger down the hall, and with it comes a cooler head. What were you just *doing*? Those men groped you, and you were *okay* with it. More than okay, it soaked your panties.
After a moment, you realise that your bra has been tugged down, and your shirt is unbuttoned. You slide your bra back into place to cover your breasts, and feel a familiar blush rise in your cheeks.
He notices, and laughs. "Feeling embarrassed?" he asks. "That was nothing. By the time I let you go home, you'll be a true slut."
The worst part is, you believe him.
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19,603 | Your Wife is Now Our Whore | wifelvrman | NonConsent/Reluctance | 2010-08-04 | 2010-08-04 | 2022-01-01 15:49:42 | 1 | literotica.com | https://www.literotica.com/s/your-wife-is-now-our-whore | Husband is made to turn his pretty wife over to his friends. | ['Forced', 'Group Sex', 'Innocence Lost', 'Prostitution', 'Public Exposure', 'Voyeurism', 'Wife Stripping'] | 3.79 | Robert would do anything to get invited to the game with the guys he worked with. He had been hinting about going to the big game Saturday, but he didn't have a ticket, and his friends knew it. They gave him a hard time all week, and Friday Robert just begged them to let him have the one extra ticket they had.
"Alright, we'll give it to you and you can go with us," Dave told him. "But, we've all talked, and if we give you this ticket, you have to do something for us in exchange," Dave demanded.
"I'll do anything," Robert insisted.
"Yes, you will," Dave answered. "There are three of us and you'll have to do for us the three things we ask. No backing out!"
Robert agreed and quickly snatched the ticket from Dave.
"That's a contract then and you will honor it!" Dave insisted. Joe and Danny smiled big and laughed.
"You don't know what you're in for," they told him with a confident smile.
On Saturday morning, Dave, Joe, and Danny pulled up in Robert's driveway. Robert ran out to get in their car. "Not so fast," Dave said. "First I need you to go get the title and the keys to that new shiny black SUV you've been bragging about."
"What!" Robert yelled, "I'm not giving you that!"
"Relax," Dave said. "I'm just going to hold the title until you honor your promise to give us the three things we ask for. When you do, you get the title back and keep the car. But if you try to back out, I keep the title, keys, and the car." Dave was firm. He looked straight into Robert's eyes.
"I'll keep my promise. I do what you ask me too," Robert went into the house and brought back the title and the keys.
"Sign it!" Dave insisted. Reluctantly, Robert signed the title and Dave locked it in his glove box.
As they drove to the game, they began to talk about Sandy, Robert's wife.
"Sandy sure is hot!" Joe said. "How did you get her?"
Robert smiled, "She loves me and I love her."
"Sandy is beautiful," Danny replied. "I've noticed how her blonde hair bounces as she walks, it bounces just like her big perky tits!"
Robert was getting a little uncomfortable.
"You're right," Dave responded. "Sandy's perfect hair bounces just above her shoulders, so as to not hide any of the bounce of her perfect tits! And her so smooth, creamy skin, her pouty lips and pretty face, its all great! But I've got to tell you guys, my favorite part of Sandy is her heart shaped, bubble ass!"
Robert had had enough. "Stop talking about my wife that way!" he spoke out.
"We're not gonna do that," Dave replied. "You see the first thing I'm asking you to do for us is to tell us all about Sandy. Undress her for us. Tell us the details of her body, any distinguishing marks, how stiff her nipples get, how good a fuck she is, and what she really likes sexually. Does she suck your cock real good? Does she like it up her ass? Tell us all, big boy, or do I keep the title, keys, and the car?"
Robert swallowed hard, but began to tell the three men all about Sandy, the first time they had sex, how she quivered when his tongue lapped her pusssy lips, how she flooded when he licked her clit without stopping. He told how she only very rarely sucked his cock, and no, she had never taken it up her ass.
Robert described the light brown almost indistinguishable somewhat heart shaped birthmark on her right ass cheek. He even described how she trimmed her blonde bush, totally clean shaven below her pussy, and the short blonde hairs above it, left just as nature had given her.
By the time they arrived at the game, all the men were extremely arroused. Dave, Joe, and Danny were smirking thinking how their plan was falling perfectly in place. They all would be fucking Sandy before the day was over, of that they were certain.
All the men enjoyed the game. Dave even bought beers and hotdogs for all of them. Robert was living it up, oblivious to the plan his friends had hatched.
At half-time, Joe spoke to Robert. "Now for our second request," Joe looked Robert straight in the eye. "Call Sandy and tell her to bathe and do her hair and makeup, and to put on the clothes you had sent to her, what you sent, and nothing more. Tell her that she has a big surprise coming tonight, call her now and tell her exactly what I've said." Joe stared at Robert.
Robert started to protest but remembered the car title and keys. He hadn't sent her anything, and he wondered what Dave had sent her. He knew his friends were up to something, but surely it wouldn't hurt for Sandy to dress up for them.
"You really want me to wear this," Sandy told Robert when he called. "Are you sure?"
"Yes, I am. I sent it to you so please put it on and add nothing to it. Wear it just like I sent it. Please, do it for me," Robert wanted to be sure he got the title and keys back. "And be ready by seven," he added as Joe whispered to him.
Confident that he had two of the requests already out of the way, Robert enjoyed the second half of the game.
On the way home, Danny spoke to Robert. "Now it's time for our last request," Danny told Robert as they pulled into his driveway. "We are all going inside together and you are going to instruct Sandy that she has a date with the three of us tonight. You are also going to tell her that she should show us a very good time. That she's to do what we ask of her. Do you understand?" Danny was grinning from ear to ear.
"I can't do that!" Robert insisted. "She's my wife!"
"I knew he couldn't do it! The little wimp. Open up the garage I'm getting my damn car!" Dave walked toward the garage.
"No! Wait!" Robert cried out. "I'll tell her. It's only one date after all."
The men all walked in together. Sandy was standing in front of the couch. She was dressed in a sexy red latex, extremely short, form fitting dress. All her curves were on glaring display. The dress zipped up the back to just barely above her hips. She was standing in matching red six inch heels with black fishnet stockings that came just above her knees.
The front of the dress pushed up her breasts, but also plunged to her waist. Sandy's large tits were squeezing out and her nipples were just visible above the latex. A black chocker collar embeded with rhinestones was around her neck.
Sandy was stunning. She looked like a slut. She looked like a prostitute.
Speechless, Robert asked her to sit down on the couch. When she did, her dress rode up to her waist. The men could see that she had no panties on. None were sent. She had done what Robert had asked of her.
Robert looked up at the three men. Dave was tapping his pocket where he held the title and keys. Robert remembered the lines he had nervously rehearsed as he walked inside the house.
"Sandy, I want you to go out on a date with my friends. Show them a good time. Do whatever they ask of you. Please," Robert concluded.
Sandy was red faced. Her hands trembled. Joe took her by one had as Danny took her other and helped her stand up. Dave walked to Robert and handed him the title and keys. "I believe this is yours," he said.
Dave turned as the three men walked Sandy out of the house, "And, I believe this is mine," he said with his hand on Sandy's ass.
Chapter 2
The three men walked Sandy to Dave's black Expedition and opened the back door. Sandy was trembling, not understanding at all why her husband had told her to go out on a date with these three men and "show them a good time." Sandy was naive and naturally submissive. Dave had noticed that in her when she had been at company functions. She would be his perfect prey, and her husband was such a wimp, he wouldn't do anything about it.
Sandy was all too aware that her ass and pussy were on open display as she climbed into the back seat. Joe sat on one side of her and Danny on the other. Dave leaned across Danny and deeply kissed Sandy as he fondled her breasts and fingered her pussy as she was sandwiched between the other two men. They each had moved Sandy's hands over their cocks and held them there as Dave kissed and fondled Sandy.
As Dave drove off, Danny had already unzipped Sandy's dress and pulled the top down fully exposing her tits. The two men took their cocks out of their pants and Sandy's hands were placed on their hardening cocks while they enjoyed a feeding frenzy on the young wife's tits.
When Dave stopped at the traffic light, he rolled down the windows. The vechiles on either side of him were full of men who had also gone to the game. They stared when they saw the beautiful Sandy naked from the waist up, tits on full display. Dave had Joe turn Sandy so the men in the other cars could see her naked body.
Danny pulled Sandy's leg over his lap so the men could see as he fingered her pussy in the public openness of the SUV. "Sheridan room 415," Dave yelled out as the light changed. Dave sped ahead, so as to loose the other cars, hoping they would remember the hotel and room number.
Dave pulled into a park down the road. He had Sandy get out of the SUV. He marvelled at her beauty and admired her nakedness as her dress was bunched around her waist. He loved the diamond wedding ring shining in the sun, letting everyone know that she was a married woman.
"Hold your fucking dress up and walk around the car," he told her. Sandy did as she was told, walking around the car from front to back again and again. The wind felt cool against her hot pussy, her nipples stood at attention as she exposed herself as the men asked.
"Now, walk to the tree over there," Joe said. Sandy balked. The tree was a long ways off and she was in six inch heels. She soon felt the sting of the men's hands, slapping her ass. They held her there until she was in tears her hot ass burning from the spanking. "Now do as you're fucking told or next time you will get worse!" Joe threatened.
Sandy began to walk to the tree. She was unsteady due to the heels, but that only served to draw more attention to the young blonde wife walking naked except for a bunched dress around her waist. She was very aware of all the stares, men and women alike were all staring at her from their vantage points in the park.
The men back at the car admired the bright red ass they had given her and laughed at her humiliation as she paraded naked, red assed in front of whoever was looking.
As she got back to the SUV, Dave pushed her to her knees and took out his cock for her to suck. Sandy did as she was told. "This is all a dream, she kept telling herself and I'll wake up soon." But when Dave pulled his cock out of her mouth and grabbed her by the hair as she braced herself on the hood of the SUV, she felt the head of his cock press against her rosebud!
Sandy was a virgin there. But Dave kept pushing through Sandy's pleas and tears as he ass fucked her in public until he shot his hot load of cum into her bowels. She was hurt and humiliated beyond what she thought she could endure.
When she was finished using her lips and mouth to clean Dave's dirty cock, Danny pulled her to the side door. Joe was already in the vechile with his cock ready for the young wife to suck. As Sandy went about her duties to Joe, Danny found her pussy and humped her hard from behind. Both of the men came inside her and they quickly pushed her into the vechile as Dave drove off.
Chapter 3
Dave drove to the hotel, where Sandy was allowed to somewhat clean up. She got the grass off of her knees, her dress put on correctly, and her faced touched up, but the cum in her pussy and ass remained through the dinner they had in the hotel dining room.
Sandy was well aware that she was on display during dinner. She looked clean on the outside, but she didn't feel clean on the inside. The cum still dripping from her holes didn't help.
After dinner Sandy bathed and was then used by either Dave, Joe, or Danny until around midnight when she bathed again before falling asleep on the large bed.
Robert had called around that time and Sandy could hear Dave saying, "the date is just not over yet, don't call again, and no, I won't tell you where we are."
The next morning, room service brought a late breakfast. Sandy was famished and ate, and fell asleep again before being awakened by Dave around 1:00 pm. She was used again by each of the men before Dave sat down next to her and explained that she could either choose to work for the three men as their whore, or they would simply sell her to one of their contacts overseas. Sandy was terrified.
Lunch was ordered from room service. Men were knocking on their door throughout the afternoon. Joe or Danny took their names and phone numbers. Future clients, she thought to herself.
Sandy was given an hour to think about it. She lay down on the bed and half slept and half thought about her predicament. The men meant what they said, she was sure of it. She didn't want to be sold overseas. She knew that she couldn't run away from them. The decision was simple, she had to work for the men as they wanted.
Dave had already set up outcalls for Sandy, and after a little instruction, a fresh shower and makeup Sandy knocked on her first hotel room door. "A simple suck and a fuck," she had been told. A large older man wearing nothing but boxers opened the door. Sandy looked at her watch, 8:00pm. She walked out of the room an hour later with $300 in her purse. |
19,604 | Your Wish... Or Mine? | Brutalhawk | NonConsent/Reluctance | 2015-02-08 | 2015-02-08 | 2022-01-01 15:49:43 | 1 | literotica.com | https://www.literotica.com/s/your-wish-or-mine | He has a special wish and she loves him enough to obey. | ['Group', 'Obedience', 'Sucking', 'Whipping'] | 2.76 | _Written with much appreciated editorial help from BritslutJenny_
Warning: This is a tale with a BDSM theme and some cruel passages. If you do not like that kind of stuff don't read it. But if you do, please let me know whether and why you enjoyed it.
Your wish... or mine?
ONE
I was shocked, and to be honest, also a little annoyed. You, John, my husband of two years, my dearest lover, asking to lend myself for such outrageous things.
Watching me intently, an earnest frown on your face, you said: "I am serious, Anne, I am very serious."
Sitting next to you I froze. Refusing to respond.
But in reaction to my extended silence you nudged me on. "Well... what do you think, Anne?"
I was still too shocked to answer. It took a while, but then I poured myself a big glass of Scotch. This proposition was outright idiotic, and to say the least, awfully debasing as well. So I took a large gulp and answered you quite rudely: "I don't think so... if you don't mind. What do you expect? It's a straight 'no' of course!"
"But Anne, I love you..."
"So?"
You looked into my eyes, as if to assess your chances. I sensed anxiety, fear to lose my love. Then, while you kept looking at me, you took a deep breath and explained: "I've had these thoughts ever since we met."
"Why... You never told me...."
"I always feared this might ruin..., I mean..., make you stop loving me. I couldn't bear that. But those feelings... you know..., sometimes they are so strong..." Your speech was trembling now, and a slight wetness seemed to glimmer in your so beautiful eyes.
Suddenly I felt sorry for you. So I wrapped my arm around your shoulders. "How could I ever stop loving you?" I asked. "Come here, my crazy boy, let me kiss you."
But there was a hesitant retreat, followed by a thin faltering voice, almost begging. "Please Anne, I would enjoy it so much, Anne, please..."
I poured myself another glass, a real big one, and drew you against me, embracing you like a frightened child. Finding your mouth, we kissed. I fumbled with your blue shirt, feeling the hardness of your hairy chest. You moaned...
It made me want to kiss that chest.
But you stopped me, gently pushing my hand away, saying: "Not now, Anne, just give me your word, tell me, would you do it for me? Just once? Please..."
I took a large swallow from my glass. It's always been difficult to say 'no' to you.
You noticed my hesitation and pushed on further, repeating: "I've had that urge for so long, Anne, please..."
"Urge...? John, you have it even now?"
"Yes...," you nodded, "even now. It's... it's a wrecking imagination, you know. But it makes me hot. I can't stop it. Please Anne... please, you would make me so happy." You closed your eyes and swallowed hard, showing me your so delicious Adam's apple. As always it made you indescribably irresistible. That moment I melted and knew that I would not be able to refuse you anything... not now, not ever... haven't I always loved being your plaything during sex...?
So I was lost.
And to my alarm, I found that I actually had become a little aroused by those mad ideas of yours.
So I gulped down one more mouthful of booze. I needed it to give me the courage to ask for clarifications. "You mean with anyone...? Eh... I mean... do you have... I mean... someone in mind? Someone we know?"
Immediately you opened your eyes wide, and smiled as if I had liberated you. Then, you bent over and, almost conspiratorially, whispered in my ear: "Dan."
I was taken aback. Dan is a former boyfriend of mine. We used to kiss in his car. I remember well that he always wanted more, but that I never agreed. So nothing serious ever happened and he gradually lost interest in me. But we remained friends over the years. Every once in a while we have dinner with him and his wife Ruth, and they with us. They are both rather sizable, but he is also strong and has always remained attractive. I never really liked his wife that much, at least not her appearance, with her unkempt hair and her heavy frame, although she can sometimes have a sweet mind.
"Why Dan?" I asked, now feeling a bit light headed. "He would never do a thing like that." Then, by way of argument I added: "Apart from that, he's married."
"So? We're married as well, aren't we?" you said, smiling wickedly. And, with your eyes shining like those of a child being promised a treat, you continued to whisper: "I'll ask him to bring Ruth as well. How about that?"
Now I was really shocked. "You'll ask what...? What do you think she would say? You don't believe that she... I mean... I'm not a dyke."
Your eyes sparkled. "Who cares."
"I do."
"But I don't," you said with a sudden cruel smile. "On the contrary. It would give me an extra thrill." I guess that you must have seen how that caused the blood to drain from my face, because hurriedly you hugged me and whispered in my ear: "I like to frighten you, little one, it gives me a kick."
Feeling a little disoriented I asked you to put down my empty glass. I must have had too much to drink. In the bottle on the little table before us, not much remained. Whisky usually does not sit easily with me when I drink such quantities so quickly. You know that. You must have prepared me by putting that bottle before us.
Hearing myself speak, I asked, trying to make it sound like a joke, "The three of you against me then?" My voice was a note too high. I had definitely become aroused by now, notwithstanding, or maybe because of that combination of whisky and your weird ideas.
You did not hesitate a second, and nodded. "Yes, my love, all three of us. That's the whole point. But we would be in it together."
Silence.
For a long time.
Sitting uneasily next to you, I stared at the bottle and at my empty glass on our little table. You began to caress my hair.
I let my imagination run on like a silent movie, seeing myself as the star actress. Maybe it wouldn't be so bad. I could see it might have advantages to serve not only you as a lust object, but two other people as well. Maybe there'd be some secret pleasure in it for me. My crotch began to itch. However, my mind made a last ditch attempt to resist. "But they aren't swingers... not as far as I know." It sounded lame, and spoken with a slightly thickened tongue.
"Neither are we," you laughed, and kissed my neck. Then softly you said it again: "Don't let me down Anne. Don't let me down." And you directed my hand to slowly caress the bulge in your pants.
So, against all odds, your crazy fantasy, combined with that enticing promise below your belt, seemed to take away my misgivings. It must have been quite obvious to you that the idea evoked in me a certain erotic interest. Although it made me feel a bit disconcerted, this bizarre concept definitely had a bewitching power.
So I took the leap, and kissed your lips.
The kiss became long and passionate. But fear of your fantasy slowly took over, distracting me from your captivating manly scent. You sensed it and allowed me to gradually disentangle from our embrace. Thus we remained silent, sitting next to each other, like a couple of uneasy teenagers, not knowing how to continue. I decided I'd had enough to drink for the day. It must already have clouded my mind, and made your proposal more appealing than it really was. I stared out of the large sliding windowpanes opposite our couch. The leaves were colouring. "Maybe you should wait a bit," I proposed hesitatingly.
You didn't speak. But you knew I had yielded. You got up and poured yourself the last remains of Whiskey.
"No."
It was a short and resolute answer, brooking no argument. Sometimes you can be quite cocky. And this obviously was one of those occasions. I always enjoy your presence, your body, your love, but I had to watch out for your mind.
TWO
More than a week had passed since you had confessed to me that erotic fantasy of yours. More than a week had been given to me, to play with that mad idea. I knew that you could have an unbending will. And I also knew that you're always been a bit controlling in matters of sex and that, more often than not, I like to be your little plaything. It never bothered me. Not until you came up with those thoughts. I should have seen them coming. But let me be honest: by now your strange desires had undeniably become contagious. Even to me.
"Please undress, Anne. Time is up."
"What... here? In our living room? Shouldn't we..." But my words were cut short by a resounding slap in my face. "There is no 'shouldn't we' for you tonight," you said with a surprisingly sharp voice. It shook me. You'd never been like that before. But no real anger rose in me. I realized that my time was up indeed, and that today things would be different. Quite different.
You stood opposite me, your face transformed by a sudden wanton lust. And my own panting made my breasts heave. Even though your sudden metamorphosis gave me shaky knees, you had also awakened butterflies in my belly. So, although still reeling from that slap, I did obey.
Soon I was standing completely nude before you. You've seen me like that often enough, but this was different. Everything was different. Calmly you looked me over, assessing my nakedness as if appraising me. You had never done that before. I felt suddenly embarrassed, heat rising to my cheeks. Slowly you lowered your gaze away from my face towards my crotch, which I always keep nicely shaved and smooth for you. Your eyes lodged there for quite a while. I waited, feeling unusually shy, and keeping my hands, by sheer force of will, away from my shame. Then you fixed your eyes on my growing nipples. I didn't want it, but the scoundrels were swelling, all of their own volition.
"Give me your hands."
I extended them to you. You had no eyes for my trembling. With a white silken rope, which you seemed to have brought out of nowhere, you bound them together, locking my wrists in a knot so tight and so professional, that it made me wonder how you knew to do this.
"You look adorable," you said as you stepped away, watching me from a little distance to judge your handy work. "You won't walk away now, will you?," you said with a teasing smile. A bit confused and at a loss for what to say, I used my bound hands to cover my shame. But I felt a distinctly erotic twinge. "No I won't run," I conceded. "What is it you want me to do now?"
Once again you smiled and took my hand. "You'll see, lover," you said and you led me out of the room, into our hallway. There, you made me lean with my back against the vertical wooden bars holding the handrail of the stairs. I obeyed uncertainly.
"Up with your arms, love," you said. Dutifully I raised my bound hands, feeling some unexpected moistness between my legs. You ascended the stairs behind me, and proceeded to tie the cord with which you had bound me, to one of the wooden palings high over my head. Stretched out like that, I suddenly realized how vulnerably helpless you had made me. Especially because I couldn't hide my bald femininity, even if I wanted.
You stepped down and studied me. I felt more naked than I ever had, but a weird eroticism fired my loins. You recognized it and kept looking at me. A satisfied smile gradually appeared on your face. But powerless as I was, I could do nothing to get my arousal under control.
You smiled again, and gave a good-natured pat on my love mound. "You'll wait," you said, "until Dan and Ruth are here." Then you turned around without saying a word, and closed the living room door behind you.
Left alone, standing imprisoned and naked in our hallway, I felt rather bizarre. Nothing happened. I had no choice but to wait indeed. A soft tinkling made itself heard behind the door of our living room. It sounded like you were handling glasses. In my imagination I saw you putting wine and nuts on the table for the guests. Then silence.
It took long, very long. I never realized that time could run that slowly. Gradually I began to relax. All I could do was to stare at the front door and our coat rack, counting the coats over and over. The ones for summer, and the ones for winter. From time to time I watched the clock on the wall. Almost half an hour passed. You briefly reappeared, then climbed the stairs behind me to come back with a handful of clothing, closing the living room door behind you. You had not even looked at me.
My stretched up arms began to ache and started to prickle. And my legs became fatigued from enduring this standing posture. But I had no options. I began to fantasize about how Dan and his wife would react upon seeing me like this when they arrived. But there were simply too many possibilities and my arousal just went up and down with them. So after a while I decided to let things happen as they would come.
Time went on. Another fifteen minutes passed. You did not reappear. I started day dreaming and found myself recalling how you and I had met two years ago, how we make love, what the hotel rooms look like when we travel (which we do a lot). When the time just kept dragging on further, I began to think about more mundane things, like what flowers should be planted in our garden, when should we clean out the shed, or what we should have for dinner tomorrow.
Then, suddenly, the shrill sound of our electric doorbell startled me out of my reveries.
The living room door opened and you appeared. You were now dressed in a white shirt, half open to partly reveal the grey curls on your chest. And you wore the dark black jeans I love so much. Walking with a spring in your step in your black sneakers, you entered the hallway, briefly smiling at me on your way to the front door.
"Hi Dan, Ruth, come in. We're all set and ready, come in... come in." But, the guests did not move. "Oh... yes..." you said as you saw them stare at me, "Maybe you should say hello to Anne. She's been waiting for the two of you." His voice was light and happy. But Dan and Ruth remained frozen on the threshold. They kept staring at me standing there, bound in helpless nakedness. I felt the blood soar to my face, and I closed my eyes, not daring to meet theirs.
"Jesus..." Ruth finally whispered, still watching me. "Jesus John, that's quite a welcome." Briefly I lifted my eyes, and saw how they both kept staring at my bound nude body and my openly displayed crotch. Then, quite unexpectedly, Ruth, in her low, deep voice, asked: "Does she enjoy this?"
"I don't know," you answered. "Ask her."
She smiled and obeyed. "Anne, do you like being exhibited like this to your former boyfriend?" And not waiting for a reaction, she added: "and to me."
I didn't know how or what to answer. There was only a horrible feeling of shame and deep mortification. But at the same time, I was somehow excited by this awful humiliation, and to my chagrin I felt my arousal rise. "Look at her nipples," Dan said in his baritone voice, his face blushing red. "She seems to be in quite a sexy mood." He gently rubbed my nipples with the palm of a hand, then proceeded to softly feel both my breasts, readily exposed to him in all their vulnerability. "Maybe we should try and hang our coats on those," he chuckled. The three of you laughed. Dan had broken the ice. You embraced Ruth, kissing her on the cheek. And, to my relief, when you took their coats, you hung them on the coat rack.
But Dan didn't take his eyes off me. He approached me, and now started to slowly caress me between my thighs.
"Cute little cunt," he said to his wife when he ended his malicious handling. He tapped my breasts once more, and addressing you he said: "They aren't as big as those of my dear Ruth, but still rather nice. I'm happy to see them finally." And turning to me he asked: "Remember you didn't want to show them to me?" He smiled to his wife, who smiled back. "I'm happy you think mine are better", she said. Dan grinned appreciatively. "Sure," he said, "yours are bigger, there's more to grab on to. You're the best. But that does not mean I wouldn't like to play with these here." And as if to illustrate that remark he slapped my breasts with both his hairy hands. I shrank back from the assault, but it seemed he did not notice, and addressed his wife again. "Would you like her to milk me?" he asked, "I think you'd enjoy watching." His wife smiled back at him. "You'd want that eh...?" she answered, "but yes, why not? I wouldn't mind to witness her suck your balls. It would certainly please me."
And so on.... and so on... I wished I could sink and disappear into the ground.
"Come in," you interrupted their discussion of my body, opening our living room door. "There's drinks waiting. Did you bring your whip?"
I couldn't believe what I heard. A whip? Oh my God! I hadn't imagined that! Panic rose in me like a sickening flood. But I didn't hear their response, because the door closed behind them, leaving me alone in the hallway once again.
Panic! Panic! This mention of a whip overwhelmed me. It caused such a dreadful fear, that my heart suddenly boomed in overdrive. I had expected you to allow those two to play with me. I was still not sure whether I would like that. But I certainly had not anticipated them whipping me. It changed everything. My arousal disappeared from sheer shock. Nausea filled my stomach as I realized that, bound naked and defenceless like this, I could in no way escape their whip if they decided to use such a thing.
Behind the door I now heard noises of talking and laughing, alternating with short silences ending with sudden cracking sounds. And each time, after a brief pause, the voices resumed. Were they testing that whip? I began to tremble all over. Dread tore at my mind like the ripping claws of an attacking lion. Gone was really all sense of arousal. I could only think of the horrid pain awaiting me. Attempting to control the fear, I tried to focus on any other sexual pleasure they would want from me. I would have to grant them that. Even to Ruth, although the thought of being forced to suck Dan for her pleasure triggered a new wave of nausea. But giving them the joy of watching me in blazing pain... that was different, unthinkable.... I would be unable to live through that.
Suddenly the door opened and you, accompanied by Dan and Ruth, appeared. They were clearly excited, with flushes of sexual arousal colouring their faces. As they unfastened me from the banister railing, I began to shake uncontrollably.
THREE
Soon I was standing naked and trembling before Dan and Ruth, you holding me firmly by my shoulders, my hands still bound before me. Then, suddenly, I saw you and Dan exchange glances. He got up, leaving Ruth behind on the couch. She crossed her fat legs and took a sip of her wine. I closed my eyes, and felt arousal climbing high up against me. I was in such a state of excitement now, that I almost felt obliged to play their game. So I forcefully willed my trembling to stop and, with that movement of abandon I know you like so much, I threw back my head, letting my long wavy hair fall like a curtain behind me. I must confess that the gesture made me feel even more aroused than I would have thought possible. Dan remained standing in front of me, his former girlfriend. Ruth, who had been looking at me from the couch, now moved too. She got up and, to my surprise, began to slowly undress Dan, revealing to me (and to you) his hard muscular nakedness. I looked on in awe.
Dan's member stood proud and straight, fully engorged and high from his body. He suddenly grabbed me by my hair and pushed his mouth on mine, his hard flesh throbbing against my belly.
The sensation of Dan kissing me like that, now also grabbing my breasts, while Ruth watched from the couch, will last me a lifetime. Even in my humiliating position, being held upright by your strong arms, my sexual arousal flared. That must have been clear as day to all three of you. When I turned my head and glanced furtively at you and then at Ruth, I could definitely see that you both tremendously enjoyed watching what was happening. I let Dan tongue me for a long time, then returned his kisses ardently. Turning once more to you over my shoulder, while you still held me up on my shaky legs, I noticed a strange grimace on your face. I wasn't sure what it meant. Did you enjoy this? Or did you want to cry out to Dan that you're the one who should be kissing me, that it's you who really loves me? I wanted to call out to you, but I couldn't. Ruth - as if to punish her husband for his infidelity - had suddenly grabbed under her skirt and stepped out of her panties, stuffing them in my mouth and ordering her husband to secure them with duct tape.
Dan obliged. You helped him, handing him the tape, while keeping me imprisoned on my legs. And Ruth, not wanting to be left out of the fun, held my resisting head immobile. When finished, Dan stepped away to watch his work from a distance. He smiled, then suddenly slapped me across my face. Ruth laughed her head off. But my eyes burst into tears and my arousal vanished instantly. Within seconds I lay on the floor, Ruth now holding me down by my shoulders. In panic I saw how you now also quickly stripped, baring that huge erect cock of yours, sporting it like a weapon of attack. Then you too sank down on your knees. But not as I expected, and secretly hoped. Instead you caught my bound wrists and pressed them above my head into the soft carpet.
Dan, grinning in appreciation of the obvious invitation, immediately got down too, and lowered his haunches between my struggling thighs. I thrashed around with my legs in vain protest. It did not prevent him from entering me brutally and starting to please himself like a bull in heat. I must confess that, despite the disappearance of my initial arousal, caused by that slap in the face, the viciousness of his assault had an electrifying effect on me. And both you and Ruth, together keeping me below Dan's humping body, seemed to enjoy it too. Suddenly, as in a flash I realized that I should try to let myself go with my feelings and attempt to enjoy this somehow. So I stopped crying and wrapped my thighs firmly around his thrusting loins, inviting him to plough me deeper and deeper. While Ruth and you watched breathlessly, Dan suddenly came with a cry roaring from his throat.
But I was far from ready. He'd been way too fast. With jerking movements of his haunches, he filled me, long before I even had the faintest chance to peak myself. I felt horribly abused.
He got up, leaving me on the floor like a cheap whore used in scorn. Frustrated and deeply humiliated I began to sob, curling up like a baby, trying to console myself. Ruth, still kneeling next to me but holding on to one shoulder, wiped the sweat-soaked hair off my face. "Poor you," she said, "Dan can be like that sometimes, just caring about his own pleasure. But then, you should not complain. It's for our enjoyment that the two of you invited us, right? So our pleasure counts, not yours. But don't worry dear, it's my turn now. I'm going to fuck the soul out of you.
Fright and disgust suddenly caught me. She was a woman. I've never had a woman make love to me, let alone a big fat one like Ruth. But apparently she had no reservations. "You know, Anne," she said with a grin, "I've always wanted to do this with you." My bound hands were still held on the floor by you. So I really had no choice. I had to give in. Dan had returned to the couch and watched. I let my naked body be pried open wide by you.
While Dan, on the couch above me, played with his now limp prick, Ruth quickly undressed herself, revealing her big body, with its plump thighs, its bulky belly and her large-nippled, breasts. A voluminous female body, bigger and much fatter that I am. She fell heavily upon me, with her big thighs and her wet hairy cunt pressing on mine. Then she started to undulate her plump hips and buttocks over me, gyrating herself in all directions, and slobbering her wet mouth all over my face. I felt nauseous, unable to escape being kissed and mauled by her female flesh. Abhorrence grew on me fast. It lasted an eternity before she finally climaxed in a long-lasting orgasm. While I was flattened by her fleshy body, she exploded in cries of sheer unmitigated pleasure, which almost ripped my eardrums.
After that Ruth kept fondling me for some time, probably assuming that I would enjoy her repulsive attention. But all I could feel was shame and disgust. I had been raped by a woman. Being still firmly held by you at my bound wrists, I could not help feeling sick and nauseated, jerking fiercely under her fat body.
But the woman kept kissing and cuddling me, until finally she got to her feet. I could see how her hairy groin glistened with moisture and with some of Dan's cum that she must have squashed out of me. Ruth now slumped down heavily on our couch next to her husband, clearly very much satisfied.
Finally, your hands let go of me. But instead of releasing me, you nodded to Dan for help.
You told me to stand up on a little stool and then, together with Dan, you hung me from my wrists on a rope, hanging from a big ceiling beam supporting the high roof of our living room. With one of her bare feet Ruth laughingly kicked away the little stool. Now I had no contact with the ground, and swayed helpless and fully exposed before my audience.
That audience now sat on the couch before me, pointing crudely at the parts of my body which I normally keep hidden, giggling, exchanging kisses, sipping wine, and munching nuts. And all I could do was look down upon your three naked bodies while my stretched armpits began to hurt more and more.
Then I realized what the three of you were discussing. To my abhorrence I grasped that raping me had only been a warm-up. A kind of foreplay for what was now to come.
FOUR
Panic gripped my brain as Ruth stepped forward, a short vicious-looking bullwhip in hand. You too rose and came to my side to put a hand on my trembling thigh. As if to comfort me.
"Anne, darling," you said, smiling up to my fear-filled eyes, "try to think of the delight you are going to give us when we whip you."
"I can't..." I blabbered behind the panties in my mouth. But only garbled sound came out. I wanted to say: "I'm so afraid... I'll do anything you want, I'll suck you, I'll suck Dan, I'll even suck Ruth, but please don't whip me..." But I could not. So, to my utter shame and humiliation, I started to cry right in front of my three nude tormentors. But you went on soothing me, which, I guess, was just to increase your own pleasure.
"Oh my little lover," you said, caressing my face, "feel free to cry. It's so amusing to see you in tears. You've already given us great pleasure. Maybe your body too got some joy out of it. But now we want to see it kick in agony." Seeing that this remark only increased my crying, you rubbed it in further like a real sadist. "We love you, Anne," you said, "I guess you know that from the way we enjoyed you. And now we're going to hurt you with a whip, which we love even more. Try to be grateful, knowing how much we'll enjoy it." You pointed to the whip Ruth, as repulsive as ever, held in her hand and added, noticing my ever-growing panic. "If you don't like it, well, console yourself thinking of the pleasure you'll give us." And wiping the cold sweat from my face, you said, "And don't worry, it won't last very long. We too have our limits. Whipping can become tiresome."
Like a caring father fortifying his little anxious daughter, you looked at the tears streaming down my face. "Try to smile at me," you said. "Show me you like to please us." What choice did I have, hanging naked and helpless before you? I love you, and I really wanted to please you, notwithstanding my fear of that whip. So I made an effort to stop crying, and I even tried obediently to force a smile at you through my tears. But it didn't work. My stomach cramped.
"Well then, love," Ruth said, taking over from you, and seeing that my words had not at all diminished my despair, "dance for us and scream your lungs out through those panties in your mouth."
Unexpectedly she suddenly caressed my bald cunt, putting a kiss on it. But it didn't revive my arousal. To the contrary. I was in black fear.
But Ruth had not yet had enough of me. Her nude fleshy body touched mine and stretched out against my taut skin, her big breasts with their large hard nipples grazing me. Like you, she wiped my face dry of its sweat and tears. "Come on Anne," she said with a cruel smile, "I'm sure you'll give us a good show."
I became desperate. "NOOO!" I attempted to cry. But only muffled noises came forth from behind the cloth stuffed in my mouth.
Then, for a moment I thought you might be showing pity on me, because you intervened and, addressing me, you asked: "Want me to be the first to whip you, Anne?" It gave me the smallest sliver of hope. You are my husband, my man for life, the most cherished lover I ever had. You would surely be more merciful than those other two. So I nodded, tears again streaming down my cheeks.
I should have known better....
You stepped back after Ruth reluctantly handed you her whip. Having taken it, you immediately, greedily, heaved it high over your head, your eyes sparking with lust.
With a resounding whack, it smacked straight across my breasts. Pain flared up like searing flames, and I heard myself scream behind my gag. "Come on little lover," I heard you say, as you paused and looked intensely at my crotch "You should heat up a bit further for us. You're not even wet. Try to enjoy this as much as I do." And without waiting, you swung the whip high again...
It landed right on my love entrance!!
I screamed out in red agony. The two on the couch applauded. Your face shone with sadistic delight. As I swayed before you, jerking, kicking and trampling with my legs, crying and howling behind my gag, you smiled again. I didn't know you had such a beast inside.
Once more that horrible whip flashed high in the air. And again it bit into my defenceless intimacy, like a cutting knife. I had no air to scream again. But even so I somehow did. Through my tears I could see that the atrocious pain I suffered made you happy and horny, your dick stood proud and high. Then, without warning, that hated whip hit me again between my legs.
And again... and again!
The pain became a blazing inferno, tearing my groin as if I were a piece of paper.
"That's better!" I heard Ruth's voice yell over my own screams. I didn't understand what she meant, but blinking between the slits in my water-filled eyes, I noticed with astonishment that the nipples on my breasts had become large, hard and rigid, swaying dark red in the air, as if wanting to taste the whip too...
"Very good!" I now heard Dan's baritone voice cry out as well. "Looks like she's enjoying her pain. Good work John." He got up and you handed him the whip while Ruth, in sexual ecstasy on the couch, groped for her own fat crotch with both her hands.
The break gave me a brief respite. But the prospect of Dan's muscled body approaching me, made me wildly shake my head. I expected no mercy, and indeed he showed none. Within seconds the whip curled angrily around me, to smack its tip in the flesh of my left breast. It wasn't as bad as being lashed into my cunt, as my lover had done, but still I cried out. Soon Dan had completely striped both my breasts and started on my belly, back, and buttocks, the tip of his whip occasionally curling around my thighs to again hit the most intimate flesh between my thighs.
Soon my screams were exhausted. All I could produce now were rasping howls each time the whip bit me again. Through a curtain of tears and desperation I managed to notice you climbing upon Ruth, fucking her, both your hands groping all over her big body and hers over you.
But, even while fucking, Ruth kept peeping at her whip-wielding husband. Although wallowing in the erotic pleasure you made her experience, she was clearly being spurred on by what she was given to watch.
"Oh my God!' I heard her yell, "She's a masochist, she's a real subbie, look at her glistening cunt and those glorious nipples. She's enjoying her pain." And while I was thrashing and screaming in hell, the two of you got lost in a mutual and violent orgasm.
It didn't take long though. Ruth pulled herself free from under you, leaping up to approach her husband, and grabbing the whip from his hands. I didn't know what to make of her animal exclamations. But it was clear she wanted to wield the whip herself. I'm not a masochist and the pain was atrocious. But apparently my abused body showed a life of its own. I hated it being aroused. I hated the pain. I hated the humiliation. I hated Ruth. But I could do nothing about it.
Soon Ruth danced around me with her swinging breasts, the black bullwhip striking my helpless nudity wherever it could still find unmarred skin. By now I was sure I was bleeding all over. The soaring pain overpowered me like a life-choking tsunami in furious red and black. The screams that tried to escape from behind my gagged throat, had changed to bursts of rasping noises, and tears flowed in abundant rivers down my face, flying in all directions, thrown off into the air by my wildly shaking head.
I could not hold out further. Suddenly I did not care any more about this torture and its blazing pain. My body took over and erupted in the most violent orgasm I'd ever experienced. Never in my life had I so fearfully exploded in such blinding colours of pain and pleasure. After that, Ruth seemed to change into a moving shadow flashing before my eyes and, as everything around me became soundless, the world turned into deep blackness.
FIVE
When I opened my eyes I was lying with my head on your folded knees, with you softly dabbing my face with a wet kitchen towel. Still floating on clouds of pain, I realized that you must have loosened that hated rope on which I had hung. How long I had been lying there I don't know, but close to me on the couch I saw Ruth and Dan, both still stark naked, chatting and eating grapes. I tried to lift my body to a sitting position, but couldn't do it. My whole frame ached and I discovered that someone had bound my hands behind my back. But you helped and let me try to inspect my anatomy. Covered by dark purple and red bruises, and still in considerable pain, I seemed to be in bad shape indeed, but to my relief my skin appeared nowhere to be bloody or broken.
Then I noticed the three plates with remains of a meal, placed around me on the carpet.
"Hungry, my love?" That was your concerned voice. I looked up. You were still naked and smiling. I didn't know what to answer, even though someone had removed the panties from my mouth.
"Eat, my poor little Anne," you said, "You should eat a little. We left you some remains of our food. You see, we already had our meal." I shook my head. "I'm not hungry." My voice was unrecognizably hoarse. "Doesn't matter, my love," you said, "just go eat what's before you. Come on, there is still enough on those plates, and that way you needn't do the dishes." Saying that, you grabbed my hair and pushed my face down onto one of the dirty plates.
"Eat!"
And again I knew I had no option. There was some tepid chicken with a small lump of lukewarm mashed potato, and some cold unrecognizable greens. I tried to pick it up without using my hands. With you holding me down at the back of my head, I succeeded in licking the plate more or less clean. Some of the food remained sticking to my face. A foot shoved a second plate under my nose. And after that the third one. Your imperative hands were replaced by Ruth's two feet, pressing my face even further down into the mess.
My maltreated body still hurt badly. Nobody spoke. It seemed you were all watching me.
Once I finished, almost retching several times, you placed a bowl of water next to me. So finally I could drink and wet my dry mouth, trying to lap up the water like a dog. Like the female dog you apparently wanted me to be. My thirst quenched after a long period of lapping and slurping, I was allowed to sit on my knees, with the three of you sitting on the couch before me, munching a few last grapes. Ruth smiled at me. "Thank you Anne, that was nice," she said, "now for dessert."
It was only then that I noticed that she was busy with a hand job on her husband. He looked me straight in the eyes and ordered: "Come over here and finish your meal!"
I moved. On hands and knees. Like a frightened slave. Their slave. I had been broken. Dan and his wife Ruth had both fucked me. Then you had me hanged by my wrists naked and helpless. You all had taken my flaming pain for your sadistic enjoyment. And you, my lover, had greedily fucked Ruth on our couch in plain sight of me, fired by the pleasure of watching me suffer. Then, finally, I had been debased by having to eat and drink like a dog. I had no resistance left. No wonder the three of you had brought me to complete obedience.
Dan was big and his hairy reeking balls, hanging flaccidly below his spread thighs, swayed against my chin, as his hands forced my head up and down with my mouth over his hard dick. The smell was repugnant. Not at all like you tasted on those few occasions I had kissed yours. I had to restrain myself from using my teeth in pure fear of punishment and I almost threw up when he finally emptied himself into my mouth with thick nauseating spurts. It even came out of my nose. For a long time he held my head imprisoned as he kept pulsating his spunk into me. And above his exclamations, I heard Ruth yell at me: "Drink it Anne... drink his yoghurt...!"
When he finally released me, he looked at me with hard imperious eyes, and silently gestured me to go to his wife, sitting beside him.
Ruth laughed at my mortified face as I crawled to her on all fours, with drips of her husband's slime still on my chin. Then, invitingly, she opened her thighs...wide... showing me some of my own lover's seed still oozing from it.
I licked... Suddenly she grabbed my hair and in the frenzy of a renewed orgasm, pushed me deeper into her convulsing cunt, locking my face between her fleshy thighs.
It's the last thing I remember.
SIX
Early next morning.
In our warm bed, although with my hands tied to the headboard, I woke up with you blissfully inside me, kissing my nipples to a frenzied ecstasy. You stopped just before I peaked, just before I contracted, teasing me expertly, infinitely increasing my longing for you.
You like to keep me on the edge, keep me wanting you, wanting you inside.
Laughing, you wiped your hard member on our sheets, cleaning it from my abundant juices. Then you released my bonds and we embraced immediately. I felt so happy, that I cried like a child in your arms. You smiled down upon me and tenderly whispered, "Shush..., Shush..., don't cry my love... I'm so delighted with you..." Using our sheets again you dabbed my tears, and when I finally looked up, you said: "go fetch breakfast. Maybe after that I'll really fuck you."
I jumped out of bed, immediately wanting to please you and longing to have you back inside me. While I hurried towards the door of our bedroom, I felt something against my throat. Looking in our bedroom mirror I saw that you had given me a present. Against the background of your reflection, as you lay lazily in our bed smiling at me, I saw the studded leather dog collar you must have fixed around my neck while I slept. Close to my throat was a thick metal ring, apparently to clip on a leash. The ring carried a thin gleaming metal tag. I tried to read, mirror inverted, what was written on it.
It said 'Fluffy'.
Once back upstairs in our bedroom I carefully put the breakfast tray on the nightstand at your side, and then moved myself under the covers. Cosily lying against you, I started licking your face.
"Good doggy," you said smiling, "good Fluffy," and contentedly you nuzzled my hair.
I love you more than ever. |
19,605 | Yours Lustfully | Dontouchme | NonConsent/Reluctance | 2018-10-08 | 2020-11-28 | 2022-01-01 15:49:46 | 16 | literotica.com | https://www.literotica.com/s/yours-lustfully-ch-01 | 1. When love and lust merge within the confines of life. 2. Steffi and Maya - the world between their legs. 3. Rita, the aunt, welcomes Mayas' old fling to her bedroom. 4. Dave brings the desperate whore out in Aunt Rita! 5. It's Mayas' turn to please Vince as Rita submits to Dave. 6. 'Oh Aunt Rita, I'm exhausted! But I can't stop fucking you!' 7. 'Maya, you filthy slut! Can we invite Steffi to bed, too?' 8. "Jason is my love. Why did I succumb to Rory the driver?" 9. "Dave, you've crossed the limit today. I'm not a toilet!" 10. Steffi & Maya in one night? Legendary night for Rory! 11. "Dave, I'm angry yet horny. Come home, now!" 12. "Rory, you're my driver. Fuck me before and after office!" 13. Rory, the driver, takes Steffi home with him. 14. Rory and Dave set their women up for other men! 15. Aunt and niece get all of their holes ripped! 16. Moin and Javed can't get enough of young Steffi! | ['Affair', 'Anal', 'Aunt', 'Desi', 'Erotic', 'Indian', 'Mature', 'Non-Con', 'Noncon'] | 4.3 | Chapter 1 -- Introduction
Maya opened up a new packet of cigarettes and lit one to reflect on the evening gone by. As she placed the lighter by the desk lamp, she considered turning the lamp on for a second, but then decided against it. It wasn't that she was embarrassed of her nudity or was concerned about waking up the man sleeping by her side. On the contrary, she was unknowingly proud of the impact she had on men, and how easily they could succumb to her every charm. She relished the passion she brought to each of her relationships, a form of devotion that only she could define, and yet was unquestionably heartbroken each time she parted ways with the man that she initially felt was perfect.
As she took another calming puff on her smoke, she relaxed her delicate back against the pillow. In the intermittently flowing moon light from window, her other hand reached per her petite breasts, that were savaged not too long ago. With her index finger, she gently wiped the undersides of her breasts, and traced the motion all the way to her taut nipples. She almost choked on her own smoke, as she felt the familiar pain on the surface of her left breast, just beside the areola. For all her time with the men in her life, she could never understand the pleasure they derived from digging their teeth in this soft mound of flesh. And while she always thought she would be upset about this insanity, she knew she was a party to this action, almost egging them on to break her apart. The tips of her fingers could still feel the dents of his fresh marks all over her breasts, and she could never tell whether it was the teeth sinking in when they were on top of her, or their nails digging in when they were smothering down below.
Lost in these thoughts, she started feeling the heat at the tip of her fingers. She carefully stubbed out the cigarette, amongst the crowd that she had already smoked over this long weekend. Making a mental note of cleaning the ash tray in the morning, she exhaled the last batch of smoke from her lungs.
As the long curtains danced in the wind, she lazily considered getting up to shut the windows. As she shifted her slender frame, she almost froze under the pain of her recent intensity. The stickiness between her legs had partially dried up, but was still there as a warm reminder of her second session this evening. Her supple bottom was still sore with all the slaps and jerks it had received when he had turned her over. His recent fancy with her rear iris was causing her a lot of discomfort, but she neither had the heart nor the intent to stop him, each time he thrust his thumbs to part her bony cheeks.
Coincidentally, she stepped on the tube of jelly lying by the bedside and recalled how generously he had applied it to ease his entry, but to no avail. She bent down on her knees, to reach for the sides of her panties that had restricted her ankles all evening. In one swift motion, she got up from her bed and slid them on, comfortably resting on her sore backside. As she straightened out the lace, her fingers could identify the torn ends on the front side, and she gushed at the memory of Trey trying to side them with his teeth. This was her nth piece of lingerie that was destroyed during the throes of her passion, but she always viewed these as little trophies for the heat that she could generate during each session, at whatever time of the day or night.
She carefully tip toed around the heap of clothes strewn around the bedroom floor, with each limb trying to break away from the body. Her unprotected breasts bounced with each step that she took, and she regretted not putting on her bra. As she reached the window, she stopped for a few seconds to look down at the street and the sporadic activity that till consumed the wee hours of the night. Standing half naked behind the curtain, she hid her devoured body from any audience that might have gathered on the streets, upon hearing the animalistic moans that were all too frequent from this particular window. In fact, the more she tried to suppress them, the more she brought the roof down with her music of sheer lust. It's a blessing that her lips were sealed by his for most of the evening.
As she stretched reach out to shut the window, she felt some movement behind her. She felt his hands cup her breasts, as she steadied herself against the window, still holding on to the curtain to cover her glory. He held her breast with one hand and slipped the other into her panty. And before she could turn around to kiss him, his middle finger drove straight into her sopping vagina that just refused to dry up, no matter how many times it broke its barriers. As he started swirling his finger insider her, he started plucking on the taut nipples that were already piercing through curtains. She closed her eyes to imagine the silhouette that she would be creating for the innocent bystander on the street, but instead of making any attempt to move away from the window, she inadvertently pushed her bottom onto his throbbing manhood.
This was all the invitation that he needed, as moved his hand from her breast and carefully slid her panty to a side. He then took all her juice from the other hand, and glazed it all over her tight, tortured, rear iris. He then spat on his hands, and in her semi-conscious state, she knew what was about to happen next. However, instead of doing anything drastic, which was her want, he slowly slid into her inviting anal cavity, and stopped half way through his entry. Then, cupping her breasts for support, he drove his entire manhood into her, almost splitting it into half.
While she wanted to beg for his mercy, she could feel her body betray her, as she tried to match his rhythm and felt his sack hitting against her dripping vagina. In one final thrust, he laced her inner walls with his fluids, and almost crushed her in his grip. He gradually started slipping out of her, and she was astonished how the walls of her iris were still trying to hold onto his manhood, almost greedily. She straightened her body gingerly, concerned about pulling down the curtain if she fell. As she turned around to hug him, she realized he had already made the short walk back to the bed and lay there, completely spent.
Maya put her panty folds back in place and collected any seeping fluids in her hands. She noticed her night shirt lying the ground and wiped her hands with it. Although she hated soiling her clothes, she was too exhausted to walk up to the bathroom. She somehow managed to make her way to the bed and slid under the sheets as tenderly as possible. She looked at the man who was heaving next to her, but instead of cuddling into his arms, she just closed her eyes and drifted off into slumber.
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Vince admired his reflection in the mirror. Neither was there anything extraordinary about his physical appearance nor was his intellect staring back at him. But his sheer confidence in his persona gave him an image that could deceive anyone, even him. As he ran the comb through his side parting once last time, his arrogant stare from behind the carefully chosen gold-rimmed glasses gave him the endorsement he seldom needed. He walked up to his assortment of ties and didn't think twice to select the brightest red -- it was all about the projection of power, and this was his symbol. As he expertly tied a knot, and pulled on his suit jacket, he gave his perfect self, one final look in the mirror. Vince was pleased to find the single white strand of hair strategically placed just above his forehead -- not a sign of aging; but a desperate and deliberate attempt to look beyond his age. Perfect.
The presentation pitch was clear in his head, and men like him did not need a rehearsal. After all, the burden to prove themselves was on the client, not him. If they so choose to not work him, it would be their loss, not his. They needed his expertise, his contacts and the backing of all those colleagues who were slaving their way through the premier organization he ran. Surely, they knew that there was no one else in the market who could save the day for them. He flicked through the presentation lying lifelessly on his hotel room table. The only thing he noticed in the precious seconds that he spent on it was that a few formatting points were off -- bloody analysts, he thought to himself. Just as he bent down to collect his bag, he felt something stir in the bed behind him. He turned around gently, as there was nothing startling in this event.
"Morning, Vince", said a voice he had completely forgotten in his morning activities. Vince looked down at Steffi, who was now sitting upright, covering herself under the sheets, looking at him apologetically. "I didn't hear the alarm. Terribly sorry. Can I prepare a cup of coffee for you? You must be late. I am so sorry. I'll get ready in a minute", said Steffi. "I don't think I need to remind you, Steffi, that we are here for work. The client is not paying you to sleep at their expense. If you can't handle your drinks, you better stick to water from now on", snapped Vince, as he began to collect his documents.
Steffi was trembling under the sheets. She had recently been promoted to the position of Project Lead, and still in her early twenties, this was a big leap in her career. The past year had been great -- lots of international travel; a big raise; interesting work; and Vince. She was well aware that Vince, who was at least a decade her senior, married and with kids, valued her brains over her body. But at times, she wasn't sure, although she couldn't let the same intellect tell her the opposite in this instance. Last night was one of the many nights where she had spent a long time with his limited manhood in her mouth, de-stressing him as he poured through his meeting notes. The same meeting, where the client had appreciated her recommendations and had words of praise for her. The same meeting, where Vince had reminded her that she should have been more articulate and should have focused more on the commercial than the technical.
"I'm going down for breakfast and will leave in thirty minutes." With the main door firmly shut, Steffi sprang out of the bed and dashed towards the bathroom. As she relieved herself of all the fluids she had consumed the night before, she could feel the pressure build up inside her. It wasn't the longest shower of her life, but each second felt like an eternity. Every shower on a business trip with Vince was more of a set process -- she had to vigorously soap her every part, as Vince liked squirting all over her, and would never permit her to clean herself thereafter. It was his own strange way of showing his power, and Steffi had quickly learnt that he did not like opposition in any form. Each time he discharged between her ample cleavage or those fleshy thighs, she well knew the gap between it all going dry and his drifting off to sleep. Once or twice, when she had tried to sneak out of bed, he had snarled at her for breaking his sleep.
Steffi stepped out of the shower and dried herself up. She walked to the closet and pulled out a fresh pair of white undergarments. As she tried to hook the bra behind her, she struggled to close it, and immediately blushed at her generous proportions. Putting on her satin white shirt and grey suit, she looked every bit the position she had earned over the past few years. She carefully lined her eyes with her favorite liner, although those big, beautiful eyes needed no embellishments. She then skillfully parted her lips and put on her favorite shade of lip stick, just enough to give that classy touch. Steffi was well aware that with her fair complexion, delectable body, and intellectual discourse, she had everything that any gender would desire in her. Standing at 5 feet 5 inches, she wasn't exactly stacked, but had enough in the right areas for anyone to take notice.
She straightened her waist length hair and then carefully clipped a few strands to give that professional look. As she dropped the comb on the bed, she gave herself one final look, and checked the time. From being a completely wreck to looking the gorgeous professional that she did, it had taken her all of twenty minutes.
"I am not a slut!", she said to herself, before popping the pill that was becoming her staple breakfast on each business trip with select co-workers. This thought both amused and depressed her. As she walked past the mirror near the front door, she opened the top two buttons of her shirt, and firmly shut the room door behind her.
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"40%! Are you sure about this?"
Roy knew that Vince was right, partly because he had already read the report the night before and had already run the numbers on his payroll cost. "I sure hope you know what you're saying, Vince, because what you're suggesting is a rather radical change. I hope you also agree that the Board will never sanction a 10% reduction in our workforce. We are all a family here, and it's these values that have got us where we are today."
"Yes, but the question in my mind is -- do you want to be where you are right now, or do you want to go where you've hired us to take you? A family is only made of humans, and all humans are prone to illness. Much like life, death is also a certainty. You've given this workforce a 5% bonus year on year, despite the market downturn. What should have been seen as a luxury is taken as a guarantee by them. You've paid your dues, Roy. There will always be an employee out there who is looking for a new family. Let the spreadsheet be your family for a change, Roy. The numbers on them are the members, and some of them are red, because they are ill."
Steffi clicked on the next slide, almost on cue. She knew that Roy was already on board, and the next few slides were a mere formality. Her mind was still swirling with the last few statements Vince had made. It's not that she was surprised by Vince's inhuman and commercial focus. In fact, if Vince was running this company, they wouldn't be having this conversation. She had long reconciled to the fact that it was weak leaders like Roy that gave Vince the oxygen to survive. She also knew that much like Roy's employees, she was also a number on Vince's spreadsheet, irrespective of however many times she was spread on his sheets. Her own self-deprecating humor made her chuckle, and she refrained from distracting the hunter from his kill.
"Ok, Vince. While your analogy is a bit depressing, I hope you come up with a softer punch we present this to the board. Let's bring this down to 8% cuts. And I am not willing to negotiate any further." Roy signed off, victoriously.
Vince smirked at the fool sitting across from him. What Roy did not know was that Vince was prepared to go down to 6% and had already put Steffi to the task of crunching the numbers.
"Ok, Roy, let's have it your way. Steffi, get the presentation ready by tomorrow morning. Roy, expect the presentation by noon tomorrow." Vince got up and shook hands with Roy.
"Good work, Steffi." Roy stretched out his hand and shook her hand softly. As with most women, Steffi knew that this handshake was at least 5 seconds longer than it should have been. She also knew why Roy hadn't circled the table but had bent over it to get her to reach out for his hand. Had she not worn her new shirt today, her middle few buttons would have given way by now. "You've learnt well from Vince. Just keep your softness intact; don't turn out to be a monster like Vince", Roy said with a smile. For all Steffi could care, the monsters in the room were hard to miss, and they were all the same to her.
"Don't worry, Roy. I'll have the presentation over to you by tomorrow, noon." Steffi stood up, and ran a gentle hand down her curvy backside, straightening the folds that had collected during the meeting.
Vince was already at the door and said his formal goodbye to Roy. As Steffi stepped out of the room, Vince followed suit and started pacing towards the car. "That seems to have gone well, Vince. I was hoping for a stronger pushback, but we seem to have caught him in a weak moment. I'm glad we didn't start at 6%." Steffi was very pleased with the outcome and was hoping that Vince would be the same.
"It could have been better. Keep all three options in the Board presentation -- 6%, 8% and 10%. In front of the Board, he will not have a chance to counter us."
"But Vince, he has already agreed to.." Before Steffi could finish her statement, a cold stare from Vince told her that she had her work cut out.
"The next time you create your slides, be sure to put the headers and footers. I don't expect such rookie mistakes from you." As Steffi sat beside Vince, she knew that the she could take heart from the fact that this is all he could criticize her for. In a way, this was a compliment.
"Hotel", said Vince, as the driver revved the engine to life. "We'll have a working lunch." Steffi knew well enough what that meant and was well versed with the ritual. Vince was in the mood to celebrate his kill, and she knew how the next few hours would be spent. As she crossed her legs, she puckered her lips and rolled her tongue, almost warming up to the session that would knowingly disturb her lipstick.
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"The meeting was alright, and we have lots to do now. Text me once the kids are back from school. I love you, too." Vince put the phone down on the bedside table and placed his hands-on Steffi's head. He knew that it would take him a while before he got hard, a typical issue with drinking too much Scotch during his afternoon breaks. "Lick it from the base up, Steffi. You know I like it that way. Watch your nose ring."
Steffi steadied her knees on the soft mattress and wrapped her hands around his limp penis. She held it with both her thumbs, conscious that her long, red nails could scratch it if she wasn't careful. She hated the taste of his piss and had regularly tried to wipe his penis clean after he had come back from the loo. But the taste of whiskey was too overwhelming in her mouth, and she couldn't be bothered right now. "That fucker thought he could save his company through charity. I said all the way from the base, Steff!" It wasn't an order, but anything coming out of his mouth was nothing short of one.
Steffi gently stood upright on her knees and slid off the straps of her bra. She unclasped the front and the bra dropped onto Vince's left knee. Her massive breasts came out in full glory and stood firm on her chest. While it wasn't her intent, this action had an immediate impact on Vinces' sleeping manhood. She snaked her way up to Vince and put her arms by his sides. She craned her neck up and locked eyes with Vince, something that she would dread to think of in her sober senses.
Vince looked down upon the beauty at his disposal. From the day Steffi had walked in for her interview to the day he had almost suffocated himself, buried in her cleavage inside his office cabin, he was a fan of her breasts. They lived up to every male fantasy -- white, fleshy and firm. Her jet-black nipples were like chocolate sauce on a vanilla cheesecake. Each time Vince had licked them, they had responded by standing up erect and settled well between his teeth. And that mole, deep between her cleavage, was a discovery Vince was all too happy to make each time he parted those melons.
Her red lipstick had gone beyond the lines and had smeared all the way to her right cheek. Her thick eye-liner was still intact, and those horny eyes in the middle were burning with desire. Vince wanted to kiss her deeply, but the taste of his own juices in her mouth still repelled him.
He slid his hand down her smooth back and reached the folds of her purple panty. He smoothly pushed his hand under the fold and traced her crack with his first finger. Steffi knew that her work was done, and she rest her head on his chest. Vince drove his first finger into her hole, till the moment it was all the way into her iris.
"Vince, not there today, please. I'm out of Vaseline, and there is no other lubrication in the room. I'm sorry, I should have bought one from the hotel store." The words were barely out of her mouth, that she felt his manhood stir under her belly. She quickly realized, even in her inebriated state, that she had given Vince what he always enjoyed quashing: rebellion.
She soon felt a second finger attempting to enter her rear iris, and she squirmed in pain. Vince was loving the sight of his hand lazily moving up and down under her tight panty. "Get up and take it off."
Steffi shakily got up and pulled down her panty. As she stepped out of it, her eyes noticed the erect manhood that had found its purpose. Vince sat upright on the bed and rested his back against the pillow. Steffi planted her feet on both sides, and gradually lowered her body. She was hoping Vince wouldn't notice, as she seductively spread her labia on her decent. Vince stretched out his hands and grabbed onto her ample buttocks. He knew what Steffi was trying to do, and on any other day, he would have been accepting. But she had shown resistance today, and that is something he couldn't allow. He parted her ass cheeks and positioned his penis right under her.
Accepting her fate, she gently lowered herself onto him. With the pain ripping through her, she settled for the option of going through with it in one swift motion. Once her buttocks touched his thighs, Vince and Steffi let out a collective moan. As she opened her eyes, she could see Vince mercilessly smiling at her. Even the tears of her pain couldn't dissuade him from pulling out of her tight grip below. He moved his hands to his favorite location and grabbed those succulent breasts tightly.
Once the pain had subsided, Steffi started her motion along his shaft. It was now Vince's moment to close his eyes, but he could barely take his eyes off Steffi. As her pace increased, Vince tightened his grip on her bouncing breasts. He dug his nails into her soft flesh and hid his face on the nape of her neck. Once they had set up a comfortable rhythm, Vince parted her breasts and started chewing on the small, soft protrusion between her cleavage. Steffi wasn't sure any more about what caused her more pain in this session -- this throbbing manhood in her dry backside, or his teeth chewing on the mole on her chest.
She soon squirted all over his belly, letting out a moan that rung in his ears. Vince didn't take much longer and covered her inners with the lubrication that she was missing. Spent, both of them clung onto each other, in a heap against the backboard of the hotel bed.
Vince was the first to open his eyes, as he reached out for the tissue box on the bedside. He took one out and wiped off her fluids from his stomach. He then took out another batch and stretched one arm behind her to wipe his testicles clean. As he moved his hand up, it touched her tired backside, and woke Steffi up with a start. She tried to move away from his body and straightened her back. Applying some pressure on her knees, she tried to get up slowly. His limp penis lifelessly slid out of her and fell over to his right thigh. Steffi rolled over and gingerly got onto her feet. As she made her way to the bathroom, she heard the familiar Whatsapp sound that told her that his kids had reached home.
"Steffi, we've promised the presentation to him for tomorrow. I need to review it tonight."
To be continued...
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19,606 | Yours to Have | Yourstohave | NonConsent/Reluctance | 2007-01-13 | 2007-01-13 | 2022-01-01 15:50:46 | 1 | literotica.com | https://www.literotica.com/s/yours-to-have | Lindsay fulfills her dream of making Grant lose control. | ['Anal', 'Attorney'] | 4.3 | Lindsay Jones sat at her desk and sighed when she realized she wasn't even halfway through the task of reviewing the huge box of files. She looked at her watch and noticed it was half past five on a Friday night, the week before Christmas. A cold and rainy Friday night, no less. She remembered she still had another huge box of manila files to review.
"Ugh. Ugh." she thought to herself, "I guess I'll have to stay late again tonight."
The box was chock full of manila folders that contained personnel files on past employees. Lindsay pulled out another manila file folder and began searching for information the company's attorney had requested. For the most part it was tedious work but every so often the name of the employee accused of sexual misconduct would pop up. She would have to stop and photocopy the information for the attorney, making the task that much longer.
"God almighty, I hope Grant realizes how much work this is. I guess it's a good thing there aren't too many names I'm looking for. It's not like the company needs to settle another sexual harassment lawsuit." she mumbled to herself.
As she picked up the next folder, a handwritten note fell out. She picked up the scrap of paper and recognized her own familiar scrawl. She was surprised as it had been written over two and a half years ago.
"Wow! This case has been dragging on a lot longer than I realized. I guess that means I've been working with Grant for quite some time now." she thought to herself.
Lindsay was employed at a company that was embroiled in a bitter sexual harassment lawsuit. A former secretary to the company Vice President had filed suit against the company, alleging sexual harassment. The VP, of course, denied ever having made sexual advances toward his much younger and absolutely stunning secretary. The secretary, on the other hand, accused the VP of grabbing her ass and fondling her breasts every chance he could. The VP was known for making crude sexual jokes but never crossed the line with Lindsay.
"Who knows what the truth is. I'm glad I don't have to figure it out. That's what the law firm gets paid to do." was her motto.
Lindsay met Grant Mayer, the company's attorney, when she began working as the executive assistant to the company CEO. She never counted on conducting legal research when she signed on for the job, but figured it was expected of a high level executive assistant. Grant was a principal attorney with a major civil litigation law firm located in the downtown business district a few miles from her office. The company CEO hired the firm because they were the best in the city.
"Nothing but the best for my company!" her boss would always shout.
The law firm assigned Grant as the principal attorney to handle the case. It didn't take her long to find out that he was very happily married to a gorgeous blond and had three young children. It made her feel guilty when she took his clothes off. In her fantasies that is.
At first, all Lindsay had to do was respond to his infrequent calls and simple requests for information. This pattern had changed during the last few months. The case was getting close to trial date and his requests became more frequent and urgent in nature. She would often have to travel to his office to deliver files and other information. It took up a lot of her time but she didn't mind too horribly. She found him absolutely gorgeous and lusted after him every time she ran into him, which had been quite often lately.
Lindsay was 34 years old and figured Grant was the same age. She stood at 5'11" without heels. He was a bit shorter at 5'9'' but it didn't matter much to her.
"You can't tell the difference when you're lying down." she thought.
Grant had light brown hair and gorgeous blue eyes. He always smelled delicious and dressed impeccably in beautifully tailored suits that obviously cost him a fortune. On occasion, she enjoyed the sight of him sitting at his desk at the end of the day, in his wrinkled shirt, sleeves rolled up, and jacket thrown across the brown leather sofa in his office. He was of average build and had a bit of a tummy, which she found quite charming.
She thought to herself, "It's a good thing he doesn't have a perfect washboard stomach, seeing as how I will always be a bit fluffy myself."
He was everything she wanted and dreamed about in a man. From the moment she laid eyes on him, she couldn't stop thinking about him. What she usually thought about involved being naked and resulted in a lot of sweating.
It was actually a good thing for Lindsay to have a little bit of extra weight as it endowed her with big beautiful size 38DD breasts and a gorgeous round ass. She had brown eyes, legs that went on forever, and a perpetual golden tan that set off the golden highlights in her long curly auburn hair. On most days, she wore her hair up in a French twist. She figured it looked more professional that way. Co-workers always complemented her on her appearance and loved to tease her about her extensive shoe collection.
She looked up at her computer screen when she heard the familiar phrase "You've got mail". It was an email from Grant. She wondered why he would be sending her an email so late on a Friday night.
She shook her head and muttered, "I wonder what he wants now." She opened the email, which read:
Lindsay, I'm hoping I've caught you in the office and you haven't gone home for the night. Would it be possible for you to deliver the following personnel files to my office tonight? I'm really in a bind as I need review the files before tomorrow's deposition. I'll owe you big time. Grant
She read the long list of names and thought to herself, "Shit, shit. It's going to take me at least half an hour to get them all together."
She thought about closing the email, going home for the night and pretending like she never received it. She was sorely tempted to do it but knew she couldn't leave him in a bind.
"Oh well. At least I'll get to see him tonight. God the man is gorgeous." she thought to herself.
She responded, indicating she would deliver the requested files within the hour. As an afterthought, she wrote:
You owe me big time! It's Friday night and I had important things to do. I'm going to collect soon and I hope you realize it's going to cost you. BIG TIME! Thanks, Lindsay
She hit the "send" button before she could change her mind. She thought his emails had become a lot less formal lately. He seemed to be loosening up and had even recently sent her a funny Christmas card. In it he wrote, "To the most thoughtful and helpful person I know, who also loves to yank my chain every once in awhile." She would often tease Grant about the amount of work she had to do at his request and had even joked he should add her to the law firm's payroll.
A short while later Lindsay was done gathering the files. She gathered her things, shut down the office for the night and picked up the box of files. As she approached the front door of her office, she realized it was raining heavily.
"Damn. The streets are going to be flooded." she thought to herself.
Dan, the security guard stationed at the front desk of her office building, opened the door for her and said, "Goodnight Miss Jones. Drive safely. It looks like it's going to be a bad one out there."
She thanked him and quickly walked out to her car. As she drove out of the parking lot, a tremendous clap of lightning and a huge rumbling of thunder struck, signifying a huge storm was approaching. She couldn't wait to get to Grant's office. She not only wanted to see him, but also wanted to get off the road as the storm was getting worse by the minute. She could barely see the road in front of her even though her windshield wipers were furiously swinging back and forth. The windows in her car were also quickly fogging up and the rain was coming down in sheets. The thunder and lighting was getting worse.
She breathed a sigh of relief as she pulled into the parking structure adjacent to Grant's office building. It was absolutely storming outside. The sky would often light up with brilliant lighting bolts and it seemed as if the thunder wasn't going to stop any time soon. She was glad she was inside the dry parking structure. She entered the lobby of the office building. Her heels clicked on the marble floor as she approached the front desk. John, the security guard on duty for the night, looked up and waved when he realized it was Lindsay approaching. John got up and took the box of files from her.
He said, "Miss Jones, why are you here on such a horrible night? The weather is wicked out there. Are you here to see Mr. Mayer?"
She responded with a nod and said, "Yes, I'm here to see him again. On a Friday night! Can you believe it?"
John laughed as he called for the elevator to take her up to Grant's office. The elevator doors opened up and she got in.
He handed her the box of files and said, "Sorry Miss Jones but I can't go up with you tonight. You're on your own. I have to get back to my station as I'm the only one around tonight, besides Mr. Mayer, of course. That man never seems to leave. See you when you come down, if I'm not on my break that is."
She thanked him and wished him a Merry Christmas as the elevator doors closed. She rode the elevator lost in her thoughts. Her heart started racing. That always seemed to happen when she met with Grant. Lindsay found Grant kind, smart and gorgeous, even though he was a bit serious and uptight.
"God I'd love to sleep with him. It would be something to make him lose control. Boy oh boy would I make him lose control if I ever got my hands on him!" she thought to herself.
She looked up at her reflection in the shiny elevator doors. Her hair was pulled up in a classic French twist. She thought she looked great in a long sleeve, black and white, knee length wrap dress she picked up in London last summer. She was wearing white thigh high pantyhose held up by a white garter belt that matched her lacy push up bra and thong underwear. She wore black high heels and a long black trench coat completed her ensemble. She knew she looked good. She wished she had the courage to come on to Grant. She often fantasized about throwing herself on his lap and kissing him hard on the mouth. She immediately felt foolish as she realized how ridiculous it was to continue to fantasize about him.
She thought to herself, "For God's sake what am I thinking!? It's not like the company attorney assigned to handle a sexual harassment lawsuit would ever risk getting himself into any kind of mess with me. And if that wasn't enough, he's a happily married man. What the fuck am I thinking!?" Lindsay exhaled deeply and tried to gather her thoughts.
The elevator stopped and the doors opened up, bringing her out of her daydream and back to reality. She exited the elevator and walked through the glass doors that separated the office reception area. She entered an elegantly decorated reception area. She admired the muted tones and beautiful décor as she turned and walked towards the hallway to the right of the reception area. She thought the office was elegant, tasteful and expensive, just like Grant. She walked past a large conference room with a huge wall of glass windows. His office was at the end of the hallway. She walked up to a door with a simple sign that read "Grant Mayer". She stood outside the door for a moment trying to regain her composure. She knocked on the door and felt her stomach fill with butterflies.
He shouted, "Come in!" and Lindsay entered the office.
He looked up and smiled as she walked through the door. She could see the corner of his eyes crinkle up, as if he was getting ready to tell a joke. As usual he was sitting at his desk with his sleeves rolled up. He had huge piles of paperwork scattered everywhere on top of his desk.
He rose and said, "I can't thank you enough. You're a life saver. I'm so glad I caught you in your office before you went home for the night."
He took the box of files from her and walked towards his desk to set the box down.
"Well, as I said in my email you owe me big time buddy." Lindsay replied.
Grant chuckled and said, "If I didn't know any better I would say you're yanking my chain again!" He continued, "Is it bad out there? It seems as if the thunder and lighting are getting worse."
She sat down on the sofa near his desk. She replied, "Well, I barely made it to your office. The streets are starting to flood. I don't know if it's such a good idea to drive out in this weather. I think I should hurry and leave before it gets any worse."
His reply was drowned out by a huge lighting bolt that filled the office in a bright light. The rumble that followed was tremendous and the noise was so loud she feared it would break the office windows. The lights in the office flickered and a few seconds later the room plunged into total darkness.
"I was trying to tell you to stay for a bit and give the weather time to clear up before you drove back out tonight. Now you don't have a choice. You'll never be able to get your car out of our parking structure. The damn exit gate locks down when we lose power." Grant said.
"I guess sticking around is a good idea, isn't it?" Lindsay replied.
He said, "Why don't you sit on the sofa while I get you a cup of coffee? It's still hot. I made it just before you arrived. I was just about to fix a cup for myself before you walked in."
She thanked him and accepted the offer. Her eyes slowly adjusted to the darkness and she could see him fumbling about preparing her a cup of coffee.
"So, tell me about your important plans for tonight. I really am sorry I kept you from whatever it was you were planning on doing. I wouldn't have asked you to stop by if it wasn't truly important. I'll make it up to you I promise." he assured her.
She sat nervously on the sofa and tried to think of a good response. She thought to herself, "Fuck, Fuck. What do I say now? If I tell him I was joking he's going to think I'm a loser with nowhere to go on a Friday night. If I come up with a good excuse it will just make him feel worse."
She felt as if her heart was going to leap out of her throat. She couldn't believe she was sitting in Grant's office, on his gorgeous chocolate brown, oh so soft leather sofa, in the dark.
"OH MY GOD! I'm sitting here in the dark, in his office!" she thought to herself.
He finished preparing the coffee and began walking toward Lindsay. He was holding a cup of coffee in each hand. He looked at her pensively as she hadn't answered his question.
Grant nervously cleared his throat and said, "Well don't worry. You don't have to tell me what your plans were, if you don't want to. I'm sure the weather will clear up in no time at all and you'll be able to get to whatever it was you had planned. At least you're dry and safe for the time being."
As he bent down to hand her the cup of coffee, he stumbled and one of the coffee mugs slipped from his grasp. Luckily it didn't land directly in Lindsay's lap, but ended up on the sofa cushion next to her. She felt her thigh warm up as the hot coffee soaked through her coat and dress. Trying to avoid getting completely wet, she quickly stood up without realizing Grant was standing directly over her. The top of her head hit him squarely on the nose. His head snapped back, he grabbed his nose, grunted and was knocked out flat onto the floor.
In horror, Lindsay screamed out, "OH SHIT!" as she unsuccessfully reached out to stop him from falling. She also ended up on the floor, landing directly on top of him.
She noticed he wasn't moving and saw a small trickle of blood running out of the side of his nose. She quickly got off him and knelt down looking closely at his face and began shaking him gently.
Her voice wavered as she said, "Wake up Grant.....Wake up...... Uuummm........ WAKE UP!"
He continued lying limp and motionless on the floor.
She mumbled outloud, "Holy Crap! Oh my God...... Oh shit! I killed him. I killed the company attorney. My boss is going to fire me....... What the fuck am I thinking? Fire me?? I'm going to end up in prison for killing an attorney. I'm going to get extra time for that, aren't I? Fuck, fuck, what am I going to do?"
Lindsay panicked and felt as if she was going to start crying and throw up all at the same time. She got up and walked towards Grant's desk to grab a box of tissues that was placed next to a huge pile of paperwork. She grabbed the box and returned to his side. She knelt down and began wiping the blood running down the side of his cheek. She called out again and again.
She pleaded, her voice shaking, getting worse, "PLEASE wake up. I'm sorry. Did I break your nose?" She continued out loud, "Oh my God, I'm fucked. His children are going to grow up orphans. His wife is going to kill me. I'm going to jail. Fuck, fuck, fuck. PLEASE WAKE UP. I knew this was a mistake. I knew was tempting fate by coming here. But NNNOOO I had to run right on down here. I just had to see you. God what was I thinking? I should've ignored your email."
Even in a panic, Lindsay couldn't resist, she couldn't help but stare at Grant. She thought he was beautiful. She wanted to reach out and caress his cheek, to wipe his brow, and kiss his oh so soft neck. She slowly lowered her head to place a kiss directly on the nape of his neck. She loved that part of his body the best. She loved his neck, his chest, shoulders, arms and hands. Well she loved all of him actually! It was then that she noticed the slow but steady beat of his heart. She knew he wasn't dead but was only passed out cold. She reached out and began softly stroking his hair away from his forehead.
She continued wiping the blood from his face and whispered softly, "God you're beautiful. I wish I could kiss you. I'd give anything to have you for just one night." She sighed and spoke, "You wouldn't be able to keep your serious composure with me. I would make you moan in pleasure and lose control. Why do you have to be married? Why do you have to be so damn delicious?"
She knew if she continued much longer she was going to be tempted to kiss him. She quickly stood up and walked towards his desk to dial 911. She reached for the phone and began dialing. She hesitated as she was about to dial the last number and looked back at Grant one last time to make sure he hadn't opened his eyes.
Her heart almost stopped when she heard a deep voice say, "Lindsay put the phone down. I'm not dead. I didn't even pass out. Believe me I got close and saw stars, but I didn't pass out. There's no need to worry. My children aren't going to grow up orphans. Anyways, have you forgotten they would have had their mother?"
He slowly stirred and reached out to rub his nose. He continued and said, "I promise you won't be fired. I wouldn't let that happen to you. Will you please help me up?"
She sucked in her breath and said, "Uuummm, so you heard everything huh?...... Fuck, fuck, I'm in a lot of trouble aren't I?"
Grant repeated, "Will you please help me up?"
She quickly rushed back to his side and gently helped him up. He stood up and swayed a bit as he grabbed his head.
His voice sounded weak as he said, "God my head hurts and my nose is still bleeding. Help me sit down on the sofa will you?"
She helped him back to the sofa but remained standing.
He said, "Sit down Lindsay. Every time I look up the room starts to swirl. You're making me dizzy."
She sat down at the farthest edge of the sofa, as far away from Grant as she could. She furiously tried to figure out an excuse for her behavior. She blushed scarlet red as she thought of everything that had come out of her mouth when she thought he was passed out cold. She groaned when she remembered what she had done.
Lindsay stammered, "Uuummm, you're not upset with me, are you? I promise I didn't mean any of it. I promise I'm not a home wrecker. I swear I'm not. I was only joking." He continued to hold his head in both arms and sat in silence. She began to panic and said, "Say something, will you? I said I was sorry. I promise I was joking."
He finally looked up and said "Well you didn't mean any of it, huh? It sure seemed as if you were enjoying what you were doing and saying to me. I never knew you had such a potty mouth Miss Jones."
She turned beet red and muttered, "Fuck, fuck. Someone please kill me now."
He raised his eyebrows and continued looking intently at her. She blushed once again when she realized he probably thought she was crazy.
He spoke, "Do you realize what you've done? Do you realize the predicament you've gotten me into?"
Lindsay began shaking and was certain she was going to throw up at any moment. She hated hearing the disappointment in his voice.
She stammered, "I swear I won't ever do anything like that again. I didn't know you were awake or I wouldn't have said anything. Please don't be upset. I never would have had the courage to do anything if I had known you were awake."
His gaze never wavered as continued looking at her. He placed his hand over hers when she began stammering her apologies once again.
Grant said, "Stop. Be quiet......... You don't realize what you've done to me. Do you think you're the only one with those thoughts and feelings? Do you think you're the only one who has fantasies?"
Her heart began racing. She continued to look down at her hands in her lap. She didn't have the courage to look up at him.
He said, "Lindsay, look at me please." He took her chin in his hand and raised her face to meet his. He continued, "I've been fighting the urge to grab you and kiss you for many months now. I thought it was obvious because of my constant calls and requests. I felt guilty calling you and having you deliver even the most minor of things to my office. I would do anything to get you here to my office."
He began stroking her face. He whispered huskily, "I was certain you knew I was attracted to you. Every time you walked through the door I would have to control myself and not grab you and kiss you. It's also becoming very difficult to hide the physical realities of my attraction to you. Do you know how hard it is for a man to hide a raging erection? Do you know how badly I want to fuck you? I think if you laid a hand on me now I would immediately cum."
She looked up at him, wide eyed. She stammered, "What?! What did you just say? I think I need a drink. I think I'm the one who hit my head instead of you." She continued, "Do you know how ridiculous it is for me to hear those words coming out of your mouth? I've spent so much time fantasizing about you in oh so many ways. I was certain you didn't say inappropriate things. I was damn sure you never fantasized about me. I can't believe you use words like fuck or cum."
Lindsay stood up and began pacing. She said, "Can you believe I actually thought you penciled in sex appointments in your Day Timer. You keep such a detailed calendar I figured you must include sex appointments in it too. Heck, I figured you would put it down on a Thursday night between 9:15 and 9:25 p.m. As soon as 9:25 p.m. rolled around you would stop and get off your wife and politely thank her for keeping the appointment."
He laughed and said "Are you kidding me? Is that all you think I can do? 10 minutes? My God, am I that bad? Do I really come off that uptight?"
She shook her head and smiled. She replied, "Well you do seem a bit uptight and serious some of the time....well truth be told its most of the time."
Without warning Grant began kissing her hard on the mouth. He continued to kiss her, and began pushing her further down onto the sofa. His lips never came off of her mouth as he roughly began to tear at her coat. She began moaning softly. He continued pulling at her clothing, breathing heavily, his hands becoming more urgent and insistent.
He moaned, "Oh God, you smell so sweet. I want to fuck you so hard it hurts."
She tried to push him away but found she couldn't, more like wouldn't, even if her life depended on it. She whispered shakily, "Are you sure you want to do this?"
He never answered her question but with a final tug at her dress he pulled it from her body. She was left in nothing but her white garter belt, stockings, lacy bra and panties.
He stopped kissing her and leaned back on the sofa. He murmured, "Get up so I can enjoy you. I want to see all of you."
She trembled and suddenly became self conscious of her semi-nakedness. She didn't move.
Grant repeated his request more forcefully and said, "I told you to get up Lindsay. I want you to take off what's left. Do it while you stand in front of me. I want you to do it NOW. I want to see you get completely naked."
She finally stood up trembling. She was afraid her knees would give out and stood quietly looking at the floor.
He groaned and said "God you look fucking good enough to eat. Why don't you look at me?"
She finally gathered the courage to look up and noticed he was rubbing his cock through his clothes. She was entranced as she watched his hand rubbing up and down on the huge bulge beneath his pants.
He noticed her staring and said, "Do you like watching me rub my cock? Do you? Wouldn't you rather do it for me? Come here, I want to play with you." He motioned with his hands for Lindsay to join him on the sofa.
Grant unzipped his pants and he let out a deep, guttural groan as his hand traveled underneath his pants and found his dick. He enjoyed feeling the silkiness of his skin and tugged at it, pulling it up and down. He could feel the veins bulging and his balls were beginning to tighten up. He rubbed it harder and harder, opening his legs wider to allow himself complete access to his throbbing member.
Lindsay noticed him licking his lips, and enjoyed the sounds of his low deep grunts. She could feel a deep pulsing, throbbing, aching feeling develop between her legs. The muscles of her pussy contracted and released, again and again in anticipation of having his cock enter her. She thought there was nothing in life that felt as good as when her cunt was filled by a lover's cock. It was an absolute exquisite feeling. She so enjoyed feeling her pelvic muscles contracting, tightening, gripping and squeezing her lovers cock as they entered her.
Grant opened his eyes and looked directly at her. His breath quickened. He enjoyed having her look at him as he rubbed his cock.
He whispered hoarsely, "Take your clothes off now. Take them off and get on your knees." He shouted loudly, "DO IT NOW!"
Stunned, she quickly removed her underwear and bra. He sucked in his breath when he saw her gorgeous 38 DD breasts. Her breasts were full and heavy, with deep rose colored areolas surrounding her taught nipples. He was desperate to suck on her breasts. He could imagine what they tasted like, and groaned at the thought of suckling her creamy white soft breasts.
He moaned and said, "Oh..oh....my, my aren't you so pretty. Get on your fucking knees now and come here. I want to suck on your big beautiful tits."
She fell to her knees and began crawling towards him. His gaze traveled from her breasts down to her stomach and stopped when it reached her pussy. His eyebrows shot up in surprise as she was bare. He could see her pussy lips were wet and glistening. He enjoyed her being bare and loved looking at her plump pussy lips, her hard little clit, and her soft mound.
He whispered, "So you shave your pussy? That's even better. I like your bare pussy. I'll have nothing in the way when I finally get you in front of me with your legs spread out. Do you like being bare?"
She blushed and lowered her gaze. He enjoyed making her uneasy. She was always so proper when she spoke to him at work. He found her intelligence and her looks a stunning combination. He knew what to do to make her lose her demeanor.
He said, "Tell me my dirty little slut, is it easier to play with your pussy when you don't have anything in the way? Or perhaps you like having your pussy look like a little girl's?"
Grant chuckled softly when he saw the horrified look on her face. He continued, "Oh....so that's it, isn't it. You're trying to be a dirty little girl, aren't you? Do you want to be my dirty little girl? Look at me and tell me you want to be my dirty little girl."
Lindsay never felt hotter in her entire life than at that moment. She enjoyed hearing him call her a dirty little girl more than she cared to admit. She moaned and said, "I want to be yours. I'll do whatever you want."
He said, "That's not what I asked you. I asked if you wanted to be my dirty little girl."
She began to rub her pussy, using two fingers to rub between her wet pussy lips. She arched her back and began rubbing her breast with her other hand. She slowly circled her hard nipple with one finger. She brought the finger to her lips and began to suck it slowly, slipping it in and out of her mouth. She brought her hand back down to her nipple and squeezed it.
She said, "I want to be your dirty little girl. I've always wanted to be your dirty little girl. Oh God I'm so wet, so so wet. Ohh...ohhh...I want to have you inside me."
He whispered softly, "Don't worry my love. I won't tell anyone. It'll be our little secret. But I do think you need to be punished for being so dirty. We'll do that a little later, okay? I'm going to enjoy punishing you, my dirty little girl."
He moaned and continued in a low hoarse voice, "I can imagine it's easier to find your hard little clit when you're bare, isn't it? Tell me, my little slut, did you rub your pussy when you thought of me? Tell me more about your fantasies. Better yet, why don't you show me what you did to me in your fantasies."
She stopped rubbing her clit and brought her wet fingers from her pussy up to her mouth. She noticed he was staring intently at her. His eyes widened, his lips parted, and he licked his lips as if he was going to be the one to suck her fingers.
She said, "Do you want to taste me? I'm very sweet, my love. You'll never have anything sweeter."
She licked her fingers and put two of them into her mouth. She licked and sucked her fingers. She heard him moan and saw his hand move even faster up and down, rubbing his cock, which was still beneath his pants.
She knelt between his legs. Lindsay whispered softly, "I can't believe I'm here. I can't believe you're mine to have. If this is a dream I hope I never wake up."
Grant couldn't stand it any longer and quickly sat up, his hands coming up to grab her hair. He pulled at her hair and felt the clip that had been holding it in place fall free. Her auburn curls cascaded around her shoulders. Her hair was long and it skimmed the edge of her gorgeous round ass. He grabbed her head with both hands and pulled her face towards his cock. He paused and brought his nose to her hair and inhaled deeply and buried himself in her glorious hair. He groaned and kissed her, licking her neck, sucking her earlobe. He continued roughly pulling at her hair as he brought her face closer and closer to his cock.
He whispered, "Do you want to suck my cock? Was that one of your fantasies? I know I definitely dreamt about you sucking my cock....... I want to see my entire cock in your mouth, all of it, up to my balls. I want to see you gag and tears form in your eyes as I put it deep down your throat."
She shivered as he roughly grabbed her hair and pulled her head down to his dick. Grant used one hand to pull at his clothes and release his cock, continuing to use the other to grab onto her hair. She could smell his musky scent. She saw his hard cock throbbing, the veins pulsing with each beat of his heart. He was circumcised and she could see the tiny slit at the tip of the knob filled with a clear pre-cum liquid. Lindsay opened her mouth wide to take him in deeply. He roughly shoved her down onto his cock. He moaned and thrust himself deeply into her mouth, down her throat. She gagged as his cock filled her mouth. Her eyes burned and tears formed as she felt him thrusting deeper into her mouth. He began rocking, lifting his ass off the sofa, roughly forcing his cock in and out, deeper and deeper.
He pushed her down onto the sofa. He unbuttoned his shirt and got up to fully undress. She couldn't believe she was finally going to have him, even if it was only for one night. It was what she had dreamt about for so long. She stared as he stood naked in front of her. She sat up and reached out to stroke his chest, rubbing her fingers in circles around his nipples. She began kissing his chest, sucking at his nipples, her hands moving across his chest, following the soft patch of hair that traveled down towards his cock.
She murmured, "Do you want me to rub you and make you cum? Or do you want to keep shoving your big cock down my throat?"
He didn't respond but began moaning, his knees shaking as she grabbed his cock and began rubbing it, tugging his skin down farther away from the tip of his cock. Her fingers began rubbing small circles on the tip of his cock. She played with his balls with one hand while the other continued stroking his purple knob. She reached around with both hands and grabbed his ass, bringing him forward, latching onto his cock. She felt herself gagging and pushed herself even further onto this cock. He groaned and it seemed as if his knees would give out.
He whispered, "Oh God....ooohhh... stop. Please stop. You're going to make me cum." He pulled himself out of her mouth and shoved her roughly down onto the leather sofa. He spread her legs out and knelt in front of her. He said, "Do you want me to fuck you? Do you want to feel my cock in your cunt? ....... Perhaps you want me to lick and suck your pussy first?"
He drew soft circles with his fingertips on her body. He stroked her thighs and legs, constantly rubbing her smooth white soft skin. He softly stroked her body, her breasts, her stomach, her thighs, but he never got close her wet pussy. She moaned and lifted her ass off the sofa, trying to get his hand closer to her pussy.
He bent down to whisper in her ear, quietly telling her, "Do you want me to fill your tight pussy with my cock? Are you my little slut? Do you want me to shove my fingers in your pussy?.... Perhaps I should spank you, my dirty little slut."
She groaned and brought her hand to her dripping pussy. She began rubbing up and down, quickly finding her clit. She used her other hand to grab his hard, throbbing cock, tugging and pulling his skin up and down the length of his cock.
She moaned and shook her head and said, "Please fuck me. Please fuck me hard. Oh God I'm yours to have anytime you want, wherever you want, in any manner you want."
Lindsay felt as if her heart was located between her legs instead of in her chest. Every beat of her heart was magnified in the pulsing and throbbing heat she felt between her legs. She desperately wanted her pussy to be filled with his cock.
He slowly entered her. She felt herself tingle and relished in the moment he finally entered her. His cock was the only thing she felt, the only thing that could stop the pulsing and fill the void she felt deep between her legs. He groaned and slowly began pumping in and out of her. She could feel his balls softly slapping against her ass, making her even wetter.
Grant kissed her and said "Do you like that? Do you like my cock in your pussy?"
She couldn't believe he was asking her if she liked his cock in her pussy. She pulled him closer and buried herself in the nape his neck, sucking at his smooth skin, licking his earlobe. She could smell the spicy aftershave she had enjoyed for so many months.
She moaned and whispered, "Don't stop...ooohhh... don't stop. Oh God, you feel so good. Don't stop. I want to feel you explode inside me. I want to feel you cum inside me."
It took everything he had to stop himself from cumming. He could feel his balls get tight and he felt a tingle deep within his cock. He felt the tingle move out of his balls into the shaft of his cock. He knew he had to stop now or he wouldn't be able to control his body and would cum. There was so much more he wanted to do to her.
He quickly pulled himself out of her tight, hot pussy and murmured, "Not yet, my little dirty slut. Not yet. I'm not ready yet. I'm going to show you what I've longed to do to you. I'm going to show you what I fantasized about."
Grant quickly turned Lindsay over onto her stomach and began caressing her ass. He loved the way her ass looked in just a garter belt and the creamy white silky thigh high pantyhose. He slowly lowered his entire body onto hers. The front of his chest rested on her back. She felt his hard cock resting against her ass and the pressure of his entire weight on top of her made her lose her breath. She felt completely in his possession and control.
She felt his hot breath in her ear as he whispered "Do you trust me?"
He raised himself slightly giving her a chance to breathe. He took her hands and arms and brought them up past her head. He was laying along side her, controlling her with his hands and the weight of his body.
He held onto her hands and whispered once again, "Do you trust me?"
She shook her head and whimpered softly, "Yes, I trust you."
He groaned and said "Good. You should trust me....... I want you to get on your knees and show me your pretty little asshole." She immediately felt her body tense up. She whimpered and remained laying flat on her stomach.
Grant slowly lifted himself away from Lindsay. He began kissing her back and laid a trail of kisses down to her ass. He cupped each one of her ass cheeks in his hand and squeezed gently but then roughly spread out her ass cheeks.
He repeated, "Do you trust me?"
She groaned and answered, "Yes. Yes....Yes... I trust you". He roughly pulled her hair and dragged her onto her knees. He continued using one hand to hold onto her hair and used the other hand to rub her ass cheeks. He pinched and slapped her ass.
She moaned and was surprised to hear herself say, "Fuck my ass. I want you to fuck my ass. Make me moan and cry. I want your huge cock to stretch my tight ass. Make me cum. I want to feel you inside me."
Grant chuckled softly and said, "My, my, you are a dirty little slut, aren't you. I'm surprised to hear you say you want me in your ass. Do you really want me to do that? Are you really sure you want me to do that? Why don't we make sure that's what you really want."
He brought his index finger up to his mouth and wet it with saliva. He brought it back down to her tight asshole and slowly put the tip of his finger inside. She immediately tensed up and her whole body began trembling and then shaking. He continued teasing her, pushing his finger deeper inside her. He pulled it out and then inserted two fingers in her tight ass.
She cried out, "Stop. Please stop, you're going to hurt me. I don't want to do this anymore. You have to stop." Tears rolled down her face.
For a moment he considered stopping but he found that he couldn't, he didn't want to stop. He desperately wanted to feel his cock in her hot ass. He wanted to hear her moan and cry out from the pain of having his cock deep inside her. He continued thrusting the tips of his two fingers in and out of her ass. She gasped, cried out and arched her back. It made him crazy to hear the low guttural scream she let out. He took his other hand and began slapping her ass.
He said softly, "Do you like my fingers in your ass? You're such a good little slut. You are MY little slut. Always remember that."
Lindsay brought her hand to her pussy. She used two fingers to slowly rub up and down, between her wet pussy lips. She moaned and slowly inserted two of her own fingers into her cunt. She rocked her ass against his fingers and brought herself down onto her own fingers deep in her cunt.
Grant said, "I said I was going to punish you for being a dirty little girl, didn't I? You deserve to be punished for being so dirty. Stop putting your dirty little fingers in your cunt. I never said you could fill your pussy with your fingers. My cock is the only thing that should be inside your pussy."
He continued, "You said you trusted me. You have to trust me."
He pushed her head, chest and shoulders onto the edge of the cool smooth leather sofa. She tried to relax and spread her legs a bit wider for him.
He groaned "Oh God.... I have to have you now. Remember you have to trust me." He knelt behind her, his cock strained against her ass cheeks. He said, "Show me your pretty little asshole."
She lifted her ass high in the air. Her knees spread apart, her smooth soft ass directly in front of him. She leaned herself onto her shoulders and brought her hands to her ass cheeks. Lindsay used both of her hands to spread her ass cheeks apart even further. He could see the tiny pink hole, puckered up waiting for his huge cock. She could hear his breath quicken and he moaned hoarsely.
It took everything Grant had to stop himself from immediately plunging his cock into her ass. He took both hands and put them on her shoulders. He rubbed his cock against her asshole, and ass cheeks. She felt as if his hands and cock where everywhere at once, on her ass, in her hair, on her neck, on her breasts and between thighs. He placed his hands on her breasts and cupped them, squeezing her hard nipples. She groaned and pushed her ass back harder onto his cock. She felt it resting in between her ass cheeks. He brought his hands to her ass and spread her cheeks apart and gently rubbed the tip of his cock against her asshole.
She groaned and whispered softly, "I trust you. You can have me in any manner you want."
He groaned and slipped the tip of his cock into her pink little asshole. She groaned and felt her knees weaken and her chest fell to the floor. Her ass remained high in the air joined to his cock. He slowly pushed himself in a little further.
Lindsay cried out, "Stop. Please stop. You're too big for me. I've never done this with anyone. I'm afraid."
He felt his cock throb even harder when he heard her say she'd never had anyone else inside her ass. He pushed himself in slowly, deeper into her ass. He thought of nothing else but how good his cock felt inside her. He groaned and strained and felt his brow bead up with sweat. He had to control himself from plunging his dick all the way into her ass. He wanted to, he wanted it more than anything but didn't want to hurt her.
Grant murmured, "Let me show you how much I want you. Let me have you all the way."
She began shaking and cried out, "OH GOD, AAAAHHH!"
Her screams brought him back and he was shocked to find that his entire cock was already deep within her ass.
He whispered, "I'm sorry Lindsay. I'm sorry ....." He slowly tried to pull himself out of her ass but was surprised when she pushed herself back onto his cock. She grunted and groaned and kept pushing her ass deeper and deeper into him.
She whispered softly, "Oh God, you feel so big. You're so big inside me. It hurts so much......Ooohhh it hurts so bad. Uuummmm... tell me how good I'm making you feel. Tell me how tight I am. Tell me how much you like to fuck my ass. ...... oohhh God, you feel so good...."
He felt an imminent explosion deep within his balls. He wanted to let go and cum harder than he ever had in his life. He was tempted to give in and lose control. He stopped pumping his cock and tried to regain control of his raging body.
He whispered hoarsely, "Ooohhh.... you have to stop. You have to stop or I'm going to cum. I can't take this too much longer. Your ass is so tight and my cock feels so good inside you."
He grunted and tried to pull his cock out of her ass. He felt her body trembling beneath him.
She began groaning and said, "I'm going to cum. Oh God....OOOHHH.... Grant I'm cumming." She thrust herself back onto his huge rigid cock and felt her ass tighten and throb. It seemed as if the walls of her ass were squeezing his cock tighter and tighter. The throbbing felt so good and his cock filled her completely.
She screamed out in pain and pleasure, "Oh God....OH GOD! I'm cumming" sending him over the edge. He felt his balls tighten up and a load of cum shot out of his cock into her ass. He continued pumping in and out, hot cum shooting deep in her ass. Her body shook and she continued moaning, "Don't stop. Don't stop....OOHHH." His cock continued to pump cum in her ass.
He said "Oh you feel so good....UUUHHH....AAAAHHHH."
As he felt the last of the cum shoot out of his cock, he slowly stopped pumping. Lindsay felt a tremendous relief of pressure as he pulled his cock out and fell onto the floor next to her. She reached out to touch his face.
She looked into his eyes and said "I finally got to hear you lose control."
He smiled, laughed and said "You can hear me lose control whenever you want. You're my little slut, aren't you?"
Lindsay shook her head and said, "Yes, I am. I'm your little slut. I'm yours to have anytime you want, wherever you want, in any manner you want."
_To be continued..._ |
19,607 | Yours | LittleMissDreamer | NonConsent/Reluctance | 2007-03-25 | 2007-03-25 | 2022-01-01 15:49:45 | 1 | literotica.com | https://www.literotica.com/s/yours-12 | A little control never hurt anyone. | ['Caress', 'Control', 'Lust', 'Pinch', 'Same Time', 'Slow', 'Soft Touch', 'Zipper'] | 4.17 | You spot me from the corner of your eye, standing there in my black shirt and dark blue jeans, my hair let down and combed straight, just the way you like it. You glance over at me, and then look again, harder. Your eyes sweep up my body, and back down it, and I know that soon you will want to touch me. For this I do not have to wait long; you step toward me, and kiss me softly. My body melts against yours as your tongue slips into my mouth, and I enjoy the sweet taste of you, reveling in the feel of your soft lips grazing mine.
I catch a mischievous gleam in your eyes that I cannot exactly place. For a brief instant, I can tell you're getting excited about something, then it happens. Without warning, you roughly push me back against the wall. I open my mouth to protest, and you look at me and sharply order, "Don't speak." I can see the lust glimmering in your eyes and know that you are serious, so I silently nod, seeing no other option.
Your hands begin to search my body. You slowly stroke the side of my face, not in a gentle way, but slowly, meticulously. Though you do not hurt me, it is as if you using this simple gesture to plainly say, "Now you are mine." The message comes through loud and clear, and as I raise my chin up and lean my head against the wall, you let your hands travel down to my neck. You enjoy the feel of my skin, smooth and vulnerable, against your fingertips. You touch me softly, with restraint yet such power that I feel myself surrendering control to you.
Your hands travel farther down my body, caressing my shoulders, creeping down my arms as my breathing increases and goosebumps form on my skin. Soon your hands find mine, and you grab them and hold them together behind my back. With your body pressed against me so tightly, I can feel you getting more excited. As your cock gets harder, I can't help but notice it, and at the same time, I wonder if you know how wet your touch is making me.
You notice that my nipples are getting hard from this stimulation, and you cruelly decide to add to my predicament. You touch me through my shirt, finding exactly the right spot despite the layers of clothing. You pinch me lightly, and rub my nipples between your fingers, stopping every now and then to grab me entirely into your hands and squeeze. I cannot help but bite my lip to avoid crying out, you have me so aroused.
With one hand still holding onto my wrists, you nibble at my ears and softly bite at my neck. You know all too well how much I like this, and sure enough, a soft moan escapes my lips. Your free hand now travels down farther, finding the button on my jeans. I try to squirm away from your touch, but you lean into me even more, using your body to steady mine and keep me exactly where you want me. You pop the button free, grasp the zipper, and pull. Your hands drop mine, but I know better than to try to move them. With more freedom, you find it even easier to tug my jeans down. You catch your first look at my panties, the sexy black thong you like so much, and a slow smile spreads across your face.
By now I am torn between wanting to escape your touch and wanting to give in to you, but you leave me no choice. You pull my panties aside, and push your index finger directly on my clit. Upon contact with me, you can immediately tell how wet I have become for you. I gasp at your touch and again try to move away, but again your insistence keeps me still. Your finger slides inside my wet pussy and I shutter all over. You are looking deep into my eyes as you finger me, and I see the desire evident there. Sliding back out of me, you bring your finger up to your lips and lick it clean. You have no idea how much I delight in watching you enjoy me.
You look my body over again and toy with the hem on the bottom of my shirt. I know what is coming next, and try to take this opportunity to catch you off guard and get away, but you are too much in control, and you peel the shirt off my body, reaching back to unhook my bra, too. Now I am on display for you, nearly naked and still pressed against the wall, wet, and ready. You enjoy seeing me this way, knowing that I am yours for the taking, and there is nothing I can do about it. You put your hand around my head, pulling my hair slightly, and kiss me deeply. I can taste myself on you from a minute ago, and I know that isn't the only thing I will be tasting tonight. You press your bottom half into me, your cock resting against my nearly naked self. You remove your shirt, working quickly so that I will have no chance of escape. This time when you kiss me, you get even more passionate, and I know that I won't be pressed against the wall for very much longer, although I will remain in your hands for quite a while. I am proved correct; you kiss me for a minute longer, then grab me again and pull me into your bedroom.
You shove me onto your bed and look down at me, sprawled out and exposed for you, and it turns you on even more. You make quick work of pulling off your jeans and boxers, and I suddenly find you standing naked before me. You bend over me, your body creeping down mine as you take my panties with you. When you are in the right position, your tongue touches my clit, and you lick in slow, long strokes. I try to sit up, try to push you off me, but you will have none of it. One hand fondles my chest, while at the same time one or two fingers of the other hand slide deep into me, giving me but a small taste of what is to come. You enjoy having the freedom to use my body any way you want, and you speed up the rhythm on my pussy.
After only a few short minutes of this, I am close to being pushed over the edge. You notice this, and decide to change things up a bit, not wanting to give me release just yet. You stand up, only to sit back down again, this time straddling my face. You line your cock up with my mouth, and I try to protest and turn my head away, but you refuse to let me, and shove yourself into me. Your hand reaches around my head to pull my hair, and you sit back and enjoy watching me suck you.
Although I would never admit it, I love doing this to you, and my tongue swirls around your head, teasing you slightly, only to let you plunge back into me. My hand gently kneads your balls, hitting all the right spots and adding to your pleasure. You moan at the sensations I am giving you, but you quickly catch yourself and push a little harder into my mouth, reminding me that you are indeed in control of what is happening. Soon I know that you will be in other parts of me, and it makes me excited and frightened at the same time.
Sure enough, you soon pull out of me and survey me once more. You see me laying there, submitting completely to your every whim. The thought of this turns you on, and you know then that you must have me. It doesn't take long for you to get in position, straddling my body, your arms up near my head. I feel your hardness press against my wetness, and my entire body tingles at the thought of having you inside me. Somehow managing to keep your cool, you tease me, rubbing the head of your cock against my clit, feeling me tremble against you with desire. I want you so badly now that I can hardly stand it.
You finally give in and thrust, hard, inside me, and I cry out with pleasure. You slowly pull out, only to press in again. In and out you thrust, and the speed is agonizingly slow. I can feel you pressing against my g-spot, gently moving around, changing the angle and reaching every part of me. My heart is beating quickly, and I am breathing hard near your ear, corresponding with your speed as you violate my body. In, out. In, out. I notice that when you slide out slightly, you stimulate my clit perfectly, and this feeling gets me more worked up than ever before.
You begin to pick up the tempo, and I match your rhythm. You are fucking me hard now, and I wrap my legs around you. My arms are grasping at your back, trying to find something to hold onto. This fast pace has us both on the edge, and we both know that neither of us will last very much longer. Suddenly you hit just the right spot, and I feel my entire body starting to tense against yours. You can see that you have finally pushed me over the edge, and this excites you so much that you, too, begin to lose it. We cum together, as one, our bodies in pure ecstasy, thinking of nothing but the feeling, trying to hold onto it as long as possible.
Afterward, we collapse in each other's arms, too spent for words. "The best part," I say to you, "is that we get to do it all over again tomorrow." |
19,608 | Yours, Cassandra | da-sein | NonConsent/Reluctance | 2005-01-16 | 2005-01-16 | 2022-01-01 15:50:48 | 1 | literotica.com | https://www.literotica.com/s/yours-cassandra | Coed Cassie is shared by her older lover. | ['Cassandra', 'Cassie Felt', 'Clit Cassie', 'Lover Stood', 'Lover Voice', 'Poor Bitch', 'Settled Steady', 'Slut Lover', 'Unexpected Visitor', 'Upper Wall', 'Wanna Slut', 'Yours'] | 4.43 | Cassandra Walters stood at the stereo rack, aimlessly poring over her new lover's CD collection. Unbeknownst to her, her lover stood some ways behind her, admiring the way her long, muscular legs disappeared underneath the hem of one of his dress shirts.
He came up behind her quietly and enveloped her in his arms. He nuzzled the back of her neck softly as he pulled her to him. Cassie simply moaned and yielded to his touch. She felt his cock swell slightly as she pressed her round, firm ass back against him.
His hands wandered over the shirt fabric and he cupped her breasts in his hands. He gave them a firm squeeze and then began to flick his fingers across her nipples, which were already hardening in response to his touch.
"You are such a sweet little fucktoy," he murmured into her ear. He pulled her long auburn hair back and gently brushed his soft grey beard across the tender flesh of her neck. His tongue traced long lines across her soft skin as he whispered to her, "My baby girl. My horny little slut." As the word "slut" left his mouth, he sunk his teeth into the tender flesh where her neck and shoulder met.
Cassie shivered at his words, and at the sensation of his teeth sinking firmly but gently into her flesh. It was precisely his uncanny ability to make her feel simultaneously sweet and wanton that had led her to surrender herself to him scarcely a month before.
Wordlessly, he took her hand in his and led her towards the bedroom. As soon as they entered, Cassie saw the free-standing exercise bench positioned strategically next to the bed. She recalled with electricity how he had tied her to that very bench on their second night together, and then alternately teased, dominated, and pleasured her for several hours.
He slowly unbuttoned the shirt and let his hands slip inside, roaming aimlessly all over her soft, young skin. He pushed the shirt off her shoulders and regarded her naked form deliberately. With a knowing smile, he produced a silk blindfold from his pocket. Cassie's knees weakened slightly as she recalled vividly how he had used that blindfold so effectively on their first night together. He quickly secured it over her eyes, hooking the lower elastic above her ears and the upper elastic beneath them.
Her lover slipped his hand in between Cassie's legs and began to stroke her clitoris between two fingers. He brought his mouth to her ear and whispered. "I told you when I took you that I was determined to prove to you what a slut you really are. It's time for your first lesson."
Placing his hands on her hips, he walked her over to the waiting bench. He spun her around slowly and pushed her down firmly on its surface. Cassie unconsciously began to scoot upwards, remembering the position in which he'd tied her the first time.
"No, no. Not this time," her lover corrected. He pulled her back down and positioned her firm ass just a few inches away from the lower edge of the bench. A few lengths of short rope was all it took to immobilize Cassie's lithe young body.
Cassie noted absentmindedly that her position was decidedly less comfortable than it had been the first time he had tied her. Her hands were immobilized well above her head, and her feet were secured firmly to the topmost cross- piece at the bench's base. Her physical position led her to an involuntary association, her feet only somewhat lower and only somewhat closer together than they would be during a pelvic exam.
Her lover knelt at the foot of the bench, and planted a hand firmly inside each leg at her knees. His hands wandered the length of her strong, well-toned thighs. Cassie felt a slight flicker of her lover's fingers against her pussy lips. She moaned softly as he traced his fingers upwards and brushed almost imperceptibly against her clit.
Her lover spoke softly and slowly, deliberately cultivating an almost hypnotic tone in his voice. "Sweet... helpless... exposed... vulnerable. Just a warm, willing cunt, waiting to be taken and used."
Sliding a finger slowly into her wetness, he began to finger-fuck her with a slow corkscrew motion. Cassie trembled as her juices flowed freely. He slowly withdrew his finger and gradually traced it upwards, barely brushing across her swollen clit. This was not the direct, constant pressure she craved, but glancing, intermittent contact that seemed to end almost before it began. Cassie whimpered in frustration.
Her lover dragged his beard along the insides of her thighs, slowly moving his head upward. When he reached her hairless mound, his chin traced slow, deliberate circles across her smooth flesh. She felt his hot breath snake between her legs and across her cunt lips.
Cassie wiggled, trying to thrust upwards to meet her lover's mouth. But the awkward position in which he had tied her made it impossible for her to gain leverage.
"Awwwwww, you poor little bitch. You know I'm gonna make you work for it. You wanna come, slut?" His tongue flicked, just once, along the length of her clit.
"Please!" Cassie begged.
"I just bet you do. But first, we must see just how sweet a fucktoy you can be this afternoon." He slid his finger back into her hole, spiraling in and out, occasionally tracing firmly against the upper wall of her cunt.
The doorbell chimed, announcing the arrival of an unexpected visitor. Without a word, Cassie's lover sighed slightly and left the room, securely closing the door behind him. She silently cursed whomever or whatever had interrupted them. Her lover was a merciless tease on his own; the last thing they needed was some random, unwelcome distraction.
She tugged a bit at her bonds, straining to get more comfortable. But her lover had been careful to tie her securely. She found herself unable to move more than a couple of inches in any direction.
She lie there, helpless and frustrated, her cunt aching from her lover's persistent teasing. As seconds turned into minutes, she tried to distract herself by straining to hear what was happening on the other side of the bedroom door.
Although she couldn't make out any words, she thought she heard two distinctly male voices. She imagined that one of them sounded vaguely like her lover, and he seemed to be doing most of the talking. But the conversation, whatever it was, was taking far too long for Cassie's liking.
Presently, the outer room grew silent, and Cassie wondered idly if the visitor had left. After another full minute, Cassie heard the bedroom door open.
"Not a word," her lover commanded.
Obediently, Cassie remained silent.
After a long moment, Cassie's lover spoke again. "That is my new fucktoy, Cassie. She's less experienced sexually than most young women her age, but she is a very smart girl and a very fast learner."
Cassie's mouth fell agape as she realized that her lover had not been commanding her to silence. Instead, he was talking to their unexpected visitor, who was, at that very moment, standing with her lover, gazing at her naked, helpless form.
Instinctively, Cassie closed her legs.
"Awww... isn't that cute? She's feeling shy. The truth is, though, that Cassie likes to think of herself as a slut," her lover continued. "But as you can see, she still has a lot to learn about exactly what it means to be a genuine slut."
Her lover came over to the bench and firmly pushed her knees apart. "Feast your eyes on the most perfectly smooth pussy you'll ever see. You shave it for me every day, don't you, baby girl?"
Confused and disoriented, Cassie felt unsure how to respond. She felt a sudden jerk on her long auburn hair, and her lover's voice whispered directly in her ear.
"Don't you, slut?"
Cassie gave a quick, vigorous nod.
She felt her lover's fingers probe at her wet sex. Shame and arousal mingled in her mind as he spread her inner lips, revealing her completely to the anonymous stranger's gaze. She felt every nerve in her body tingle as her lover continued his detailed verbal commentary of her exposed, naked body.
"You gotta love those long, muscular legs. And those great tits. They practically beg to be sucked, and sucked hard. Behind that blindfold are the most captivating golden brown eyes you've ever seen, but you're just gonna hafta take my word for that. And just look at how wet that pussy is. I told you she was hot."
Cassie found it unnerving to hear herself described so intimately yet so impersonally. Her lover continued his monologue, speaking as if she weren't even in the room.
"She is so ready for it. I bet you could slide your dick into her in one thrust, if you want. But hey, do whatever you like. I promise, you're gonna love what she does with that tight, baby-smooth little cunt."
Her lover's words settled heavily in Cassie's mind. She was not merely on display for this man she'd never met and couldn't see. Her lover was offering up her helpless, naked body to this nameless, faceless stranger.
As if on cue, she heard the stranger unbuckle his belt and unzip his pants. Cassie imagined that she could almost see him nearly ripping his clothes off. Within moments, Cassie felt him approaching the bench. She was quite sure that he was naked. She imagined that he was hard.
The anonymous hands probed roughly at her sex. In the course of their few weeks together, Cassie had already become accustomed to her lover's skillful, subtle touch. By comparison, the stranger's hands seemed awkward, almost clumsy. He pushed two long fingers deep into her pussy and wiggled inside her wetness.
All at once, the stranger reared up and began to trace the head of his cock along her soaked slit, searching her opening. As the tip of his cock slipped inside her, she felt his hands come to rest on the bench beside her. As she tried to visualize the stranger between her legs, she realized immediately that his position would enable him to lean nearly his full weight into the impending act of penetration. She steeled herself in anticipation.
All at once, Cassie felt his weight shift, and she cried out as the man between her open legs stabbed the full length of his rigid shaft into her in one long thrust. The stranger's prick was unusually long and slender, a startling contrast to her lover's thick cock. She felt her pussy stretch, trying to meet his assault. Still, every time he hit the back of her cunt, she felt a strong twinge of discomfort.
Her lover spoke, as if to encourage the stranger's internal assault. "Yeah. Use that juicy, tight little cunt... make her prove to you what a nasty little whore she is."
The stranger had already settled in to a steady rhythm, pistoning his length hard into her, offering her beleaguered cunt no chance to adjust gradually to his length. With each new thrust in her battered pussy, Cassie flinched. It seemed to her as if his cock was elongating as rapidly as her pussy was extending to accommodate his length. Helpless even to slow his assault, Cassie shuddered as she imagined that she knew now something of what it must feel like to be raped with a broom handle.
As if to distract her, her lover dug his fingers into the ample flesh of her breasts. She felt his nose nuzzle into her hair. His warm, wet tongue flicked intermittently into her ear as he began to urge her on.
"Yes, that's it. Fucking slut. You've always dreamed of anonymous cock, and now you're getting it." His voice was steady, soft, smooth. "Take it, you little cunt! Take it all!"
Cassie sighed thankfully when, at last, she felt the stranger's prick bury its full length inside her. Her cunt began to mold itself pliantly to his unfamiliar shape, completely enveloping his long shaft.
"What a nasty little whore, with a very serious cuntful of strange cock," her lover intoned. "Fuck him, slut... fuck him... fuck him..."
Cassie felt herself entranced by her lover's hypnotic voice. Her breathing turned into sharp gasps as the man inside her moved in deep, rhythmic strokes while her lover tongue-fucked her ear.
"That prick is starting to feel good to you, isn't it?" Her lover's voice was lower now, and throatier.
"Yes," Cassie admitted breathlessly.
"You love the feel of that smooth, hard shaft, pumping in and out of your little slut cunt." His tongue flicked again into her ear.
"Yes," Cassie hissed.
"Like I said before... just a warm, willing cunt, ready to be taken and used. And that's just exactly what you are, isn't it?"
"Yes," she gasped as the stranger continued his onslaught.
"And if I untied your legs right now, you would fuck his brains out, wouldn't you?"
"Yes!"
"Well, do it! Don't just take it... fuck him! Fuck him sweetly. Show him what a cock-hungry slut my new fucktoy really is."
Cassie winced in pain as she pushed her legs as far apart as she could. She did her best to force herself down sharply on the invader's cock, trying to match his rhythm as he pistoned roughly inside her.
As she writhed beneath him, Cassie shifted repeatedly, trying vainly to press her clit against his unfamiliar shaft. But try as she might, the angle of his penetration and the stranger's thin cock conspired to deny her the release she craved. The stranger seemed oblivious to her predicament, either too obtuse to notice or too self-absorbed to care. But her lover picked up on the signs immediately and chuckled cruelly in her ear.
"Poor little bitch. Why don't you show him just how sweetly you can beg to be fucked?"
Cassie's cunt milked the stranger's invading cock as she ground her hips furiously against him. Her head thrashed sharply as she cried out, "Fuck me!"
"Again!" her lover commanded.
"Fuck me!" Cassie screamed. "Fuck me hard!"
As if to oblige her, the stranger's pace quickened sharply, and Cassie almost thought she could feel his body tense in anticipation. Her lover began to encourage the man inside her.
"That's right. Pound that little cunt. Fuck it. Use it. Come in it."
Cassie felt the stranger's body arch as his warm seed spurted into her. His orgasm seemed to last for several seconds, and he penetrated her with short, frantic strokes. As soon as his prick stopped spurting inside her, the man collapsed to his knees at the foot of the bench, trying to catch his breath.
As his panting subsided, she heard both men snicker, then chortle, and finally break out in peals of laughter. Cassie felt her face flush hotly.
Then her lover spoke, "Told ya she was one righteous little fuck!"
Cassie felt the stranger rise and heard him dress. Then, as silently as he had entered, he left. She heard the front door close in the distance.
"Well, well well..." her lover intoned evenly. Cassie heard an unfamiliar edge in his voice, hard and unfathomable. The sound frightened her.
Cassie bit her lip and shivered, waiting. Then she heard the unmistakable snap of a camera shutter.
"Something for your slut scrapbook. The first time you have a stranger's cum dripping out of your pussy."
Her lover knelt near her right side. His voice sounded hard in her ear. "Fucking little slut." He came down hard on the last word. "You took a stranger's cock, and you loved it. You welcomed a stranger's cock into your cunt almost as sweetly as you welcome mine."
His hand slipped deftly between her legs. "Nasty little whore with a stranger's cum dripping out of that well-fucked little hole."
As he spoke, her lover pushed two fingers into her, pressing firmly against the upper wall of her tunnel, resting the heel of his hand against her clit. After the stranger's inept manipulations, her lover's deft, confident touch sent a rush of warmth throughout her entire body. He began to massage her inside, and warm semen flowed out of her.
"I will tell you now that the guy you just fucked was a friend of mine. I wouldn't let him speak because I didn't want you to be able to recognize his voice. This way, as you meet my friends, you'll have to wonder each time if the guy you're making small talk with has already come inside you."
As he spoke, his fingers worked expertly, alternately probing her most sensitive internal spot and circling her swollen, aching clit. Cassie moaned audibly.
"You wanted to come for him." Is was a statement, not a question. Cassie hesitated.
"Don't try to deny it. I was there. I saw you. You wanted to come for him, didn't you?"
Cassie bit her lower lip and nodded. "Yes," she admitted tentatively.
"You really are a slut." That menacing edge was back in his voice. "Clearly, we're going to have to do this again. Soon. Different friend, of course."
Cassie swallowed hard. She felt him lean slowly towards her, and he brushed the back of his fingers softly against her cheek. Then he lowered his mouth to hers. His mouth devoured hers with intensity and urgency as his tongue filled her mouth. As the kiss lengthened, Cassie felt a warm sense of reassurance wash through her.
When at last he broke their kiss, her lover reached up and gently peeled away the blindfold. Cassie squinted hard at the sudden flood of afternoon light. As her eyes grew accustomed to the brightness, Cassie searched her lover's expressive face. His small smirk bore an unmistakable hint of cruelty, and and equally undeniable hint of smug satisfaction. His eyes danced with hers as his fingers continued to probe her depths.
When her lover stood, she saw that he was naked. His hard cock jutted sharply away from his body and bobbed slightly as he made his way to the foot of the bench.
He tugged at the knots that secured her legs, freeing them from their long immobility. Cassie sighed audibly as her feet dropped to the floor. Her lover's firm hands grasped her hips and pushed her halfway up the length of the bench. Then he knelt between her legs.
Cassie felt his cockhead slick up against her dripping slit. He began to push into her, slowly but determinedly. His penetration into her cum-slick wetness was was achingly slow, but utterly effortless. His gradual, determined penetration was a stark and welcome contrast to the way the stranger had so quickly impaled her.
Cassie felt her pussy open easily to accommodate her lover's thick cock. There was something fundamentally different and simultaneously more satisfying about the way his girth stretched her. When he filled her completely, he took a sharp, slow, deep breath and remained motionless inside her, allowing Cassie to revel in the sensation of being stretched for a second time.
"Fucking little cunt. You didn't care who was fucking you. Just a warm, willing cunt, ready to be taken and used."
He ground his hips hard against her. "You still wanna come, don't you, slut?" Cassie's only reply was a plaintive whimper.
He cocked his hips slightly, so that the base of his dick pressed firmly against her straining clit. "Do it, cunt. Ride that cock."
Her legs were still stiff and achy, but she didn't care. Desperate to feel the pleasure so long denied her, Cassie planted her feet firmly on the floor and pressed upward hungrily. Her long, strong legs flexed hard as she began to grind her clit firmly against the base of her lover's fat dick.
"That's it, you fucking slut... show me... show me how much you wanted to come for him. Come for me like you wanted to come for him."
As Cassie settled into a steady rhythm, her lover began to grind his hips against her. "That's it... come, you little slut... come... come... come."
Cassie's threw her head back and closed her eyes. She moaned in anticipation of the pleasure that was now only seconds away.
Her lover's voice was firm and demanding. "Look at me... look at me while you come."
Cassie's golden brown eyes locked with her lover's fiery stare. She sensed that he was literally trying to will her to come with his gaze. She actively fought the urge to close her eyes.
Cassie's eyes widened as a scream escaped her throat. Her whole body spasmed as waves of pleasure overwhelmed her, and her cunt twitched uncontrollably around her lover's shaft.
"That's it, baby... yes... come... come... come..." he chanted as she came.
Cassie's eyes closed and her chin trembled. Several aftershocks of warm pleasure shivered through her.
After a moment, her lover leaned forward and quickly unknotted the ropes that bound her wrists. Then he scooped her up in his arms, turned, and plopped her on his bed.
He immediately climbed between her open legs, reaching down to pull her knees towards her chest. Hooking his arms under her knees, he brought her legs up and over his shoulders. He entered her swiftly and effortlessly. The two lovers stared intently into each others' eyes as he thrust into her with long, determined strokes.
"You *are* a slut, Cassie. Today, you had your first taste of what it is to have your nastiest, sluttiest fantasies come true. You took cock from a total stranger, and you loved it. You took a stranger's seed..." He paused, as if for emphasis, "...and you loved it."
"Yes. I loved it," Cassie affirmed in a whisper. His body shuddered as his climax approached, but his movement inside her remained slow and deliberate. She rocked her hips upward slowly, lovingly.
"You have so much to learn, little slut. And I am determined to teach it to you. I will not rest until you are the sweetest, nastiest, most perfect slut any man could possibly want."
Cassie's pussy contracted around his thick, hard shaft in appreciation. She looked into her lover's eyes longingly, trying, as he had, to will him to come inside her.
"Because you are *my* dirty little whore... my sweet little fucktoy... my baby girl." He punctuated each use of the possessive with a hard thrust into her. "You're mine to fuck. Mine to use. Mine to share. You are a fucking little slut, Cassie... but you are *my* fucking little slut."
With one last sharp thrust into her depths, her lover suddenly froze, motionless inside her.
As she felt a flood of his warm seed empty into her, Cassie stared directly into her lover's gaze and whispered intently, "Yours." |
19,609 | Youth Follies | kenya_tree | NonConsent/Reluctance | 2012-12-10 | 2012-12-10 | 2022-01-01 15:50:50 | 2 | literotica.com | https://www.literotica.com/s/youth-follies-ch-01 | 1. Doing virgin cousin and her friend. 2. Doing cousin's virgin friend. | ['Female Virgin'] | 4.45 | I was just 24 and on my first job. This was in Delhi, while the rest of my family still lived in Panjab. My father had a small house where I stayed.
One day my father called.
"Renu and her friend will be coming to Delhi for about a couple of weeks on a short course. Put them up and look after them well."
Renu was a cousin, one I liked as she was not riotous. She was very respectful towards me as younger cousins are expected to be in India.
"OK, Dad, I replied, "Let me know when to pick them up from the station."
In due time these two were installed in the second bedroom. Renu's friend, Uma, was a sweet looking girl and a little shy at first. She wouldn't meet my eyes and looked down while replying.
Both these 19 year olds were good to have around the house to talk to, especially in the evenings. Also I was relieved from cooking for a few days. Saturday evening while rummaging through the larder, Renu found a crate full of beer. Those were the days when beer drinking was frowned upon, especially by family members. This was not my stock, anyway, as I hardly drank the stuff or any alcoholic stuff. These belonged to friends of mine who sometimes used to spend an evening with me drinking beer and chatting.
She called out to me. I went to the larder and found her with a bottle in her hand, "So, Bhaiyya, this is what you do in the evenings!"
'Bhaiyya' is how you address elder brothers traditionally.
"Don't be silly. You know I don't drink. These belong to a friend of mine."
"You guys are lucky, no? You can indulgence in such things without fear. Tell me, Bhaiyya, have you tried the stuff? How is it?"
"It's OK, if you like it. Why?"
"I wish I could try it once!"
"Why, Renu, what will your parents say. They'll say I spoilt you in a couple of days!"
"You know, Bhaiyya, you are the only one I can talk to freely without fear. Can I try it?"
"What about Uma? Won't she tell upon you?"
'Let me ask her."
I left and the two of them were whispering in the kitchen. They came to a conclusion. Renu nodded at me and I put 6 bottles in the freezer for cooling in quick time. I thought this was the only chance they had, so they may as well indulge.
To set the atmosphere I dimmed the lights in the drawing room and put on light music. The music was on continuous play. They poured a glass each. Renu and Uma clicked glasses dramatically and before I could stop them guzzled down half the quantity.
"Oy! Take it easy. That's not water. I don't want you tottering all over the place and throwing up."
The girls giggled and took their sips demurely. There was boisterous talk of being the only girls in their families having beer. They spoke as if they had won a Nobel Prize or something! The music was enticing and Uma said, "Renu, let's dance." For a moment all shyness had gone. Beer seems to have lowered her inhibitions.
Renu, on her second bottle and enjoying the drinking, said, "Go dance with Bhaiyya."
Uma blushed and looked to the ground, unable to meet my eyes. Flustered, she picked up her glass and drained it. It must have hit her in her being. She licked the froth from her lips and suddenly I realised how lovely she looked. I wanted her in my arms!
I stood up and told her, "Come. Dance with me," and held out my hand to her. She blushed some more and I took her palm and pulled her up. She teetered for a second and held my forearm to steady herself. I led her to the centre of the room and put my arms around her waist. She would not look up and didn't know what to do with her arms.
I pulled her in slightly and whispered in her ears, "Put your hands on my shoulders." Her hands were trembling as she lifted them onto my shoulders. I swayed to the music and she swayed along with me. We were moving aimlessly around the room. I slipped my hands slightly lower and was now holding her hips. I pushed her hips slightly into my crotch and swayed. She took in a sudden breath and exhaled audibly after some time.
I noticed that her eyes were slightly glazed and I wanted her to be a little more under the influence so she could be pliable. I looked around at Renu and found her taking small sips from her glass. As she looked up I signalled at Uma's glass and indicated she bring it. Renu filled up the glass and brought it over. She saw Uma relaxed in my arms with her head against my chest and smiled. I took the glass from Renu, stopped my swaying for a moment, and touched the glass to Uma's lips. She opened her eyes, smiled at me and took a big sip. I let her take another big sip and put the glass down on a side table nearby. I held her tight to me. Uma sighed and I slipped my hands lower onto her ass. She froze. I kept on swaying and slightly rubbed my hands on her ass. She looked up at me, and I whispered in her ears, "How's the beer? Are you enjoying yourself?" and slightly squeezed her ass.
She nodded her head shyly and I continued my swaying. My crotch was rubbing against her stomach and I was aroused. I was sure she could feel me down there. I pushed out my crotch as I pushed her ass in. She could not have missed the contact. She fidgeted a little and I moved slightly back. She relaxed and put her head back against my chest. I looked down, bent and whispered in her ears, touching her earlobe a little, "Are you OK? Are you enjoying dancing with me?"
I kissed her lobe. She tightened her hold on my shoulder and nodded. Not a word out of her, yet.
I said softly, "Uma, look up."
She obeyed immediately. "Why are you not speaking? Why are you so shy around me? Don't you like me?"
She lowered her eyes and whispered, "I like you," and blushed.
I moved my hands up her back in a caressing motion and hugged her to me. I pushed my groin out a bit; just to let her know I was there. Her soft breasts pressed against me. I moved back to her ear and whispered, "You are beautiful, Uma," and tightened my hug.
She breathed in sharply and I blew air into her ear. She trembled in my arms. I whispered, "Hug me, my dear."
Her arms went around me and she hugged me. We stood hugging each other and swaying. I could see she was far gone with the beer in her. I looked at Renu and saw her enjoying her freedom and guzzled more beer. She was going way too fast. I reluctantly led Uma back to the sofa, made her sit down and told Renu, "Take it easy. You're drinking too fast. How about some food first?"
She smiled and nodded. She got up on wobbly legs and entered the kitchen. I looked down at Uma. Her head was against the sofa back and her eyes closed. I followed Renu into the kitchen.
"Are you sure you can manage? Do you need any help?"
She stuttered, "I think I can manage," and wobbled as she took a few steps. I held her and she came into my arms. I hugged her and patted her ass. She hugged me back. She supported herself with her head on my chest and held on. I could feel my hardness touching her. She took a deep breath, shook her head to clear it, and said, "Gulped it too fast. Was afraid you would stop me," and laughed inanely. She took another deep breath and said, "I think I can manage only sandwiches tonight," and let go of me.
I went back and saw Uma in the same position. I switched off the lights and the room was only lit by the light from the kitchen. I sat next to her and caressed her cheek with my palm. She opened her eyes, saw me, and smiled. I handed her her glass of beer. She took a gulp and sighed. I caressed her cheeks again and said, "Dance again?" She looked at me, held my gaze, and nodded. I was sure she was turned on, too. I stood up and held my hand out to her. She took it and stood. A little wobbly, but gamely came into my embrace as I led her to the centre of the room.
I held her tight to me and she could feel my erection against her. She did not object and adjusted herself so that my erection centred on her crotch. It was comfortable and I swayed, slowly rubbing her back. She sighed and hugged back. I moved my hands down to her ass and squeezed them and caressed them. I moved a finger along the crease of her ass crack. She shuddered and squeezed me. Moving up I pulled her shirt slowly out of her denims.
She looked up at me and said, "Please......"
I kissed her on her lobe and whispered, "Shhh! Just enjoy the feeling."
My hands went under her shirt onto her bare back. She wanted to resist but the beer had lowered her inhibitions. I caressed her back and she trembled. "Shall I stop," I whispered softly. She hugged me tighter and I pushed my erection into her front. She whimpered and I kept on caressing her back. I kissed her cheek and she jerked her head back, but didn't say anything.
She was very pliant in my arms and went along with what I was doing. The beer was helping me. I moved both my hands up till I touched her bra strap at the back. She drew in a sharp breath and I softly kissed her cheek again. I held the strap on both sides of the hook and unhooked the bra but held on.
She whimpered, "Please don't, please," and was trembling. I kissed her on the cheek again and hooked the bra back. She sighed and looked up at me. I bent down and kissed her lips. The trance was broken when Renu walked in with a platter of sandwiches. I quickly pulled my hands out, squeezing her ass on the way.
"What happened to the lights," asked Renu.
"Nothing. I switched them off. Much better this way. You know, soft low music and darkness lends to romantic atmosphere!"
She laughed.
We sat down to eat. Renu, not aware of what had transpired between Uma and me, was chattering of various things. Her words were slurring. Uma was quiet, but kept on giving me sidelong glances and blushing. She was probably thinking of my naughtiness, my hugs, my kisses, and my unhooking her bra strap. Her senses must be swaying though she had not drunk as much as Renu.
I intended to rectify that and see where the evening could go. I filled her glass and put less in Renu's glass. I pushed Renu's glass towards her and handed Uma's to her. She took her glass from me and took a sip. As she raised her eyes she saw me looking at her and took a gulp. She spluttered and coughed. I quickly got up and patted on her back till she got her breath back. I took a quick look at Renu and saw her attention was on her plate. I pulled Uma's bra strap back and let it snap back. Renu looked up at the sound but I was back in my seat.
Uma's face was red but it was not noticeable in the darkness. We finished eating and I helped clear the table. I asked the girls if they'd had enough beer. Before Renu could reply Uma said she wanted more. I was surprised but happy that it was Uma who wanted more. I filled their glasses. I noticed that between the two of them they had emptied 4 bottles, Renu drinking more. I opened the fifth bottle and put two more to cool.
The girls were well on their way feeling the buzz and not understanding what they were doing. The music was still playing and I asked Renu to dance with me. We got to the center of the room and she came into my embrace. Uma was looking at us as we swayed. Soon her mind got diverted to the beer in front of her. Renu held me tight afraid she might fall. My hands were on her back and I caressed it. She was sighing with pleasure and I intensified the pressure on her back.
She pressed her front into me, her breasts poking my chest through her bra. I moved my crotch a little forward and I made contact with her thigh. Moving slightly, my aroused cock came to rest between her thighs. It was naughty of me; after all this was my cousin. But beer had lowered their inhibitions and I was enjoying it.
Renu moaned softly and I moved my hands down till they came to the top of her ass. I caressed her lower back and swayed with the music. Renu's cheeks were flushed and I was sure it was because of my cock touching her mound. I ground my crotch into her slightly and she moaned. I did it again and she held me tight.
"Are you enjoying the dance, my dear?" I whispered in her ear. She held me tighter and whispered back, "Yessss!"
I caressed her lower back and moved lower onto her ass. She took in a sharp breath and slowly released it. I softly caressed her ass and pressed it on my crotch. She was mewing softly and I put one finger under her chin and raised her face. Her eyes were closed and she was breathing heavily, her breasts heaving. She was aroused. I bent down and kissed her cheek. She moaned and I moved to cover her lips with mine. I gave per a peck and moved back. Her eyes were still closed and she lifted her face up.
I kissed her, probing with my tongue. She kept her lips shut tight while I licked them. After some time she opened her mouth to allow my tongue in. We kissed for a long time and all the time I was caressing her ass. She was moaning into my mouth.
The ringing phone shattered the silence. Everyone gave a start. Renu quickly separated from me. I noticed that Uma was lying down on the sofa and had probably not seen the play between me and Renu.
It was Renu's mother enquiring about her. I told her to pick the extension in her room.
I turned towards Uma, wanting to make sure she was OK. When I touched her cheek, she opened her eyes and tried to smile.
"My senses are all fuzzy," she slurred.
"You look more beautiful when your eyes are glazed," I flirted with her.
She blushed various shades of red and I pulled her up. She quietly came into my arms. I caressed her back and now there was no semblance of dance. I moved my hands all over her back and then as I reached her ass, said, "Are you OK with this? Do you like this dance?" and squeezed her ass and pushed my crotch forward to make contact.
She just nodded her head and I teased her, "What did you say? I didn't hear you," and caressing her ass, added, "Is this dance movement OK?"
She looked up at me, red in the face, enjoying my hand caressing her ass, and said softly, "Yes."
Practically dark with no light on, beer going to her head, my hands all over her body in places no alien hand had been - squeezing and caressing her, feeling my hardness against her mound, my soft whisperings in her ear and my softly kissing her lobe, my unhooking her bra, etc. raised emotions in her she never thought she had. Coming from a small town where girls hardly mingled with boys, much less let a boy touch her, Uma was totally confused. But she was now aroused and enjoying the sensations.
I turned her around and let her ass feel my arousal. I pushed into her ass and held her tight by her hips. She moaned loudly and I moved my right hand forward to cup her mound. Her knees nearly gave away at this intrusion and I held her up by my hand cupping her pussy. I kissed her at the back of her neck and whispered, "Is this move nice, my dear?" and I rubbed my hand on her pussy. She groaned loudly and whispered, "Yesssss!"
Before moving further, I wanted to see what was holding Renu. She had not been back for some time. I led Uma to the sofa and made her sit. To keep her busy and compliant I handed her a glassful.
I went to Renu's room and saw that the phone was back on the hook but she wasn't there. I heard a noise from the bathroom. I found Renu retching. Downing too much beer quickly did not agree with her. I caressed her back while she retched till she had nothing more to bring up. I helped clean her up. She brushed her teeth and I led her to the bed. She sat down heavily and tried to smile.
"My head is heavy," she groaned and added, "I'll rest for a while and join you. You go and give Uma company." I sat besides her and held her to me. Her head was on my shoulder. I turned her to me and kissed her softly. She moaned. We had a few minutes of intense kissing while my hands roamed at her back. I gave a final kiss and got up. "Take rest," and left her.
I came back to Uma and started from where I left. I wanted Uma but not without her consent. If I kept working on her in her present state it wouldn't be too long before she acquiesced. I pulled her up and hugged her. She hugged back. I lightly kissed her on her lips, her cheeks, and bit her neck. She groaned. I put my hands under her shirt and quickly unhooked her bra and she drew in a sharp breath. I quickly kissed her on her neck under her ear and bit softly. She moaned. I moved my hands forward and under her bra to cup her breasts. She cried out, "No! no! no!," and I quietly hushed her and pinched her nipples. She kept on shaking her head but did not stop my hands on her. I quickly unbuttoned her shirt and drew it and her bra away from her arms. I gazed at her pert little breasts.
Her eyes were shut and she was shaking her head and moaning. I brought my lips to her breasts and sucked on them in turns. She held my head to them and kept on groaning and shaking her head. I bit her nipples, pinched them between my fingers and tugged them. She was whimpering with pleasure.
Suddenly she froze, winced with pain and threw up. All that beer finally caught up with her too. My hard luck! She puked on her chest and it trickled down onto her denims. She was a complete mess. She just folded down on the floor, completely passed out. I looked around to clean her up. Got some tissue papers and wiped her front. I put her shirt back on and buttoned it up.
Then I picked her up, one hand under her knees and the other under her back. I carried her to the room she shared with Renu and kicked the door. It took a few minutes for Renu to get up and open the door.
"What happened?" she asked apprehensively when she saw Uma.
"She puked all over her front and passed out. She is stinking all over. You may need to wash her and change her."
"I can't handle her all by myself. I'm wobbly myself and she's a dead weight."
I thought for a moment and said, "OK, I'll help you."
I filled the bathtub with warm water and came out. I told Renu to undress her and looked the other way. I wanted Uma but refused to sneak looks without her consent. Soon she had Uma naked. The room stank.
"OK," she said, "Carry her to the tub."
I turned around and saw her naked. I quickly covered her with a sheet and carried her to the tub. I put her slowly in the water and Renu started to wash her. Soon she had her clean.
"Help me lift her so I can dry her."
I turned, pulled the plug to drain the water out, held Uma up while Renu dried her with the towel. I kept my eyes averted. Then after Renu wrapped the towel around Uma, I carried her to the bed, covered her with a sheet and pulled the towel out from beneath.
"The room is reeking. Use the spray in that drawer," I told Renu and left for my room.
I showered and changed. Sleep was far away and I thought of what transpired the whole evening. Two young nubile girls, so pliant, and so easy to get them to do my bidding. I hoped I would get another change at success.
I picked up a book to read and was soon engrossed in it. There was a knock and Renu entered the room. Seemed she had also showered as she looked clean in her freshly ironed pyjamas. I shut the book and looked at her. She came and sat on the bed.
"The room still stinks. Moreover, she is snoring. I can't sleep in the noise," she said and looking at me added, "Can I stay here for a while?"
I nodded and lifted the sheet covering me, inviting her in. Soon she was beside me and lay her head on my shoulder. I put my hand around her and held her to me.
"Thanks for letting us try the beer."
"Try? You girls were guzzling like professionals!"
"Next time we'll try to drink like ladies. If you allow next time."
"Of course. You can be riotous with me around but remember no one must know. They'll disown me for allowing you."
She laughed and hugged me tight. I hugged her too and caressed her back. She turned slightly exposing more of her back to my caress.
"You know, Uma likes you a lot. We girls talk. She thinks you are the best cousin I have."
I grunted.
"Why did you avert your eyes when I was washing her?"
"What do you take me for, Renu? I'm not going to sneak peeks. I'm not doing anything to anyone without their consent."
She hugged me tight and said, "I love you for being such a decent man."
There was silence for some time. Then she said quietly, "Will you please kiss me again?"
I was suddenly aroused. She would be able to see my stiffness if she looked down. I slithered down till our heads were together. I raised my self on one elbow, bent over and kissed her fully on the lips. She accepted my tongue and we were soon hot with passion. I kissed, bit, and sucked her lips. I adjusted my position and my hands were caressing her back. She was moaning and rubbing her thighs together. I was sure she was wet.
I moved down to her neck and kissed, licked and sucked it. I then raised my head, looked at her and reached for the buttons on her pyjama top. I waited for her signal. She sighed and closed her eyes and closed her hands into fists. I slowly unbuttoned her and spread the shirt open. No bra. She, too, had small pert breasts. Her nipples were erect and hard. I removed her top and threw it aside. I put one nipple in my mouth and bit it, while pinching the other. She moaned loudly and lifted her chest up from the bed trying to push her entire breast into my mouth,
I played with both her breasts till they turned red with my rough ministrations. Then I moved downwards and licked her navel. She whimpered and squirmed. I pulled the draw string of her pyjama bottom and loosened it. She stopped her mewing and looked at me. I cupped her pussy and she gasped.
I rubbed her pussy and said, "Is it OK, my dear?" Her eyes glistened and she nodded her head. I slowly pulled her pyjama down and she lifted her ass to assist me. I looked at her panty and noticed a wet patch. I cupped her again and caressed her pussy. She moaned and pushed her mound into my palm. I drew her panty down and she lay bare – a feast for my eyes.
I caressed her bare pussy, her thighs and traced a finger along her slit. She raised her ass in the air and moaned loudly. I bent down and tongued her. She squirmed and held my head tight to her. I lapped her up and her wetness increased. I spread her legs to have a closer look and penetrated her with my middle finger. She moaned again and clasped her thighs tight, entrapping my finger in her. Soon she relaxed and I slowly pumped my finger in and out. I pushed in further, meeting her hymen. She was mewing at this new experience and the emotions flooding inside her.
I withdrew my finger and her moaned in protest. I thumbed her sensitive clit and she screamed and hit the roof. I kept on softly massaging her clit and she kept on moaning, till she came with a loud cry. I covered her clit with my lips and sucked it at the same time fingering her pussy. I kept her at a high and she came again and again. Spent, her ass hit the bed and she kept on whimpering. My cock was stiff as a board and wanted action.
I spread her legs and shifted between her thighs. I licked her pussy till she was flowing with her juices. I bent her knees and pushed then against her chest. Her beautiful pussy opened up and I lapped up the juices flowing. I moved up and touched her opening with my cock. She looked at me with fear in her eyes.
"Are you ready, my darling?" I asked.
She looked at me and whispered, "Please, Bhaiyya, love me."
I pushed in and my bulbous top entered her pussy hole. She winced and screwed her eyes shut. I let her be for a moment to let her get used to this intrusion. Then I said softly, "Open your eyes my dear, and look at me." She opened and locked her eyes with mine. I pushed in further till I reached her barrier. I rocked back and forth to let her get used to my cock in her. She was wet with her juices. I looked in her eyes and mouthed 'Now' and pushed in going through her barrier.
She cried out loudly as she felt the sharp pain and tears flowed. I stopped till she relaxed and then slowly pushed in till I hit the bottom. My cock was fully in and my balls were touching her ass. I lowered my head and kissed her on her lips and our tongues entwined. Saliva was flowing and she was moaning in pain and pleasure. I slowly started the pumping and she squirmed. Her juices were flowing and my pumping increased. I fingered her clit and her passion was getting out of control. She came gushingly and cried out in pleasure, "Bhaiyyaaaa... Oh! Oh! Ohhhhh!" I increased the tempo as I was also ready for release. Soon I came with a shout and she cried out as she came too. I was so engrossed in ensuring that her first time was enjoyable that I forgot she had no protection and I came in her. By the time I realized the next morning, the deed was done.
We both came down from our highs and I clasped her to me and caressed her back. She was moaning with pleasure and soon we were kissing with abandon. I turned on my back with her on top of me. We kissed and I chewed her lips and our tongues clashed. My hands caressed her ass and she moaned in my mouth as my finger traced her ass crack again and again. She shuddered and pressed her lips to mine and tongued furiously.
Finally she slept in the same position, right on top of me. I clasped her to me and fell asleep.
****** It was becoming light when I awoke. Renu was no longer with me. She must have gone to her room. She returned after shower and a fresh change of clothes. She looked good enough to eat!
She kissed me passionately and said, "Uma is awake and is in the shower."
"Renu," I said, "We have to be very careful. You understand, don't you? Even Uma must not know."
Her eyes told me she understood.
"You know Bhaiyya, she likes you and told me you had brought her to boil last night. She also said that anything could have happened if she had not passed out. I told her how you carried her in and helped me wash and change her. She turned red thinking you must have seen her naked. I assured her my brother was a decent man and kept his eyes averted from her nakedness," she laughed and winked.
"I'll send her in with your morning cup of tea. Then later I'll fix breakfast for all of us." She kissed me again and left.
I took a quick shower and cleared up the mess in the room. As I changed the bed sheet and threw the dirty one in the hamper, Uma came in with my tea. I was surprised at her dress. She wore a male kurta. Kurta is a long shirt which comes up to mid thigh. It has a small slit at the sides and two or three buttons in the front. Being small in height, the kurta reached just below her knees and was very loose on her. She had folded the long sleeves and looked very fetching. Why she wore that and not her normal clothes was beyond me. Probably Renu's doing, I thought. She must have given her my spare kurta from the cupboard in her room.
Uma's eyes were downcast and her cheeks were red. She must know how she must be looking. She held the cup out at me without saying anything. I took the cup and said, "Lock the door, Uma." She looked at me hesitatingly and I smiled encouragingly. She obediently closed the door and turned the key. "Sit down, Uma." She did not move and I put the cup on the dresser and pulled her towards me and hugged her.
"Why are you shy?" I whispered caressing her back. No bra strap. She put her head against my shoulder and was trembling. No reply.
"Are you afraid of me, my dear?" No response.
I lifted her chin up and kissed her on her lips. She moaned. I pushed my tongue in and our tongues played with abandon. She was heaving in excitement. I moved my lips back a millimetre and whispered, "Still afraid?" She blushed and whispered back, "No!"
I resumed mauling her lips and allowing our tongues free rope. My hands went lower on her back and I held her by her ass cheeks. Panty in place. She whimpered as I caressed her ass and traced my finger along her crack. I lifted the kurta from the back and caressed her ass through her panty. Her moaning increased. I put my hands inside her panty directly on her ass and caressed the two lovely tight spheres. She was squirming and I traced my finger on her crack and pushed in till my middle finger was resting on her ass rim. Her legs nearly folded and I had to hold her up.
Kissing her I led her to the bed, raised her kurta, slowly brought it up and removed it. She closed her eyes tight and I made her sit on the bed with her feet on the floor. I pushed her till she lay back and she quickly covered her breasts with her hands. I spread her legs and looked down at her. Still panty clad, she looked ravishing. I went down on my knees between her thighs and put my hands on them. She shivered and kept her eyes closed. I moved my hands on both her thighs in a caressing manner. She was moaning and trembling. I moved my right hand up and cupped her panty clad pussy. She moaned loudly and tried to close her legs, but I was in between them. I massaged her pussy till she relaxed and spread her thighs. Her panty was wet at the crotch. I hooked my fingers in the elastic band and brought her panty down. She whimpered but raised her ass to assist me. Discarding her panty I kissed her pussy lips and she shrieked. I continued licking her pussy slit till she started to relax and accept my tongue in her slit. Her juices started to flow and I lapped them up.
I spread her outer lips with my fingers and her whimpering started. I lightly touched her hole with my finger and she shuddered. I made soft noises with my mouth to soothe her and put my finger in. Her juices were flowing and she was sobbing with pleasure. I pushed in and reached her barrier. I finger fucked her and thumbed her clit. She hit the roof. She raised her ass off the bed and cried out in rapture and orgasmed. She kept on saying, "Oh! Oh! Oh and squirmed her ass and shivered. I got up and removed my clothes. She still had her eyes closed and her hands covering her breasts. I wanted her to suck me. I took hold of her hands and pulled them off her breasts without much effort. She was resigned to whatever I was doing. I pulled her up till she was flat on her back. I put her hand on my aroused cock and she gasped. Eyes still closed.
I straddled her chest but kept my weight on my knees. I took hold of my cock and rubbed it on her cheeks. She moaned when she felt the warmth of my cock on her cheek. Eyes still closed, but her breathing increased. I slapped her cheek with my hard cock and her eyes snapped open. She saw her first cock so close up that her eyes nearly popped out. She gasped loudly. I moved back a bit and said, "Hold it, my dear."
She hesitatingly touched it and then held it. I put my hand on hers and stroked it a few times. I closed my eyes and sighed with pleasure. I removed my hands and she continued stroking. I was hard enough to begin with, but I became harder.
"Kiss it, darling." She hesitated and then lightly touched her lips to it.
"Open your mouth, sweetheart." She did so submissively. I rubbed my cock on her lips and she felt my wetness there. I moved back and she licked where my cock had been. She tasted her first precum.
"Suck it, please."
She looked at me and I nodded at her lovingly. She looked down at my cock, held it and led it to her mouth. She took it in and sucked like any first timer would. Soon she was moving it in and out of her mouth. I did not use force and let her find her own speed and depth. I was pinching her nipples and she was moaning with pleasure. Vibrations caused by her moaning added to my pleasure.
I was ready to come, but I wanted her to come at the same time. I pulled out for a moment, lay beside her with my cock near her mouth and she took it in again. I spread her pussy lips and started lapping fast and furiously. My fingers were creating havoc with her clit. She sucking fast, and my attention to her pussy and clit was making her squirm and shudder.
She was soon reaching the point of no return and so was I. I came with a gush right into her mouth. She was so surprised that she gulped the first spurt and then closed her mouth on my cock as I kept spurting. Then she orgasmed and screamed. As she opened her mouth to draw in her breath to scream out her pleasure she gulped in my come filling her mouth. I kept on spurting till I had nothing left. She drank it all down. I kept the pressure of my finger and lips on her and she kept on moaning.
I took her in my arms and hugged her. I kissed her till her trembling subsided. She quietly lay in my arms. I kept kissing her softly on her cheeks, eyes, lips and ears. After a few minutes I held her chin up till she looked at me shyly.
"Was it Ok? Did you enjoy, my dear?"
She blushed and nodded. Then she added shyly, "I never thought it could be so intense. Thank you."
"This has just started, my dear. Soon we will make love. Will you want that?"
She blushed furiously and said, "I've never done it."
I kissed her and said, "You will enjoy that too. I'll be gentle. OK?"
She nodded.
The knock on the door startled her. Renu's voice came through the door, "Breakfast is ready, Bhaiyya."
I told her I'll be out soon.
Colour drained out of Uma's face. "What will I tell her when she asks what was I doing inside for so long? What will she think of me?"
I held her to me lovingly and said, "Don't worry. She's your friend. She won't be judgemental."
We dressed quickly and left the room.
*****
Uma went to the room she shared with Renu and I went to the kitchen. Renu was busy at the stove turning the eggs. She turned and smiled at me impishly.
"So, it was your doing, sending her in with just a kurta on," I accused her.
She laughed and said, "I told her there wasn't time to iron her clothes as the tea was getting cold. I passed her your kurta. She was shocked and refused to go in only the kurta. I had explained earlier how decent you had been and told her not to worry as you would not do anything she didn't want to. I reminded her she did enjoy her 'dance' with you last night! She went very reluctantly. In her confusion she forgot to put on her bra!"
"You little imp. I should spank you for it."
"Yes, you can. Tell me Bhaiyya. Did she make you happy?"
"You don't really expect me to respond to that, do you? Where is that breakfast you promised? I'm famished."
"No wonder," she commented cheekily and left to get Uma.
They returned to the kitchen. In her confused and worried state Uma forgot to change and was still in that kurta! I enjoyed, both, the breakfast and Uma in the kurta. Renu saw me looking at Uma and winked. Uma, as usual, had her head lowered.
As I was thinking of last night with Renu and this morning with Uma, it suddenly struck me that I hadn't used any protection with Renu. I cursed myself for the lapse. I thought for a moment and came to a conclusion. I quickly changed and told the girls I would be back soon.
I first met a friend and then went looking for a chemist's shop far from my locality. I found one and asked for what I wanted. It was in stock. I picked up a few other items and returned home.
The girls were no where to be found. They were in their room. Renu, probably, pestering Uma to relate all the juicy happenings. I only prayed Renu remembered to keep what we did secret. I spent some time reading. Around lunch time, Renu knocked and entered at my bidding.
"Where did you disappear to, Bhaiyya?"
"Do you know, my lovely girl, last night we forgot to use protection."
She lost colour and tottered on her feet. I held her to my chest and said, "Don't worry. Maybe nothing will happen. But I have got some 'morning after' pills they have been advertising. I checked with a friend studying medicine. He says they're safe to use within 72 hours."
I handed her a dose and told her there should be nothing to worry. She read the instructions on the packet and took it accordingly. She seemed relieved. Then her chirpy self re-asserted itself and she said, "You have been very unfair to me. Uma did something which you never let me do." Touching my cock, she squeezed it. She was game to sucking my cock.
"So, you squeezed all the details out of Uma, did you, you little imp?"
She smiled broadly and winked. "Bhaiyya, she will be willing to go further. You know what I mean."
I told her I was ready to please both of them, and myself too, in the bargain. We got into a vigorous kissing session on the bed and soon both of us were panting. We had to be careful with Uma around, so we stopped. She squeezed my cock and said lunch would be in an hour's time, and no, she didn't need my help. While leaving she said, "I'm sending Uma in with a cup of tea. Of course, there will be no tea, only her," and winked.
I looked towards the door in anticipation and my cock was ready for action. Uma came up to the door and stood there. I smiled and invited her in. She came in and locked the door. She had the same kurta on. She came and sat on the bed and moved nearer. I brought her to me and kissed her. Soon we were busy pawing each other. Her kurta was off, and so were my clothes. I attended to her breasts and she was moaning with pleasure. I cupped her pussy and it was wet and leaking. I fingered her while playing with her nipples.
I brought her hand to my cock and she started stroking it. I went further down and attended to her pussy and clit. She was in the throes of passion and moaning loudly and saying, "Yes! Yes! Yes!" continuously as I heated her up playing with her lips, nipples, pussy and clit. She came hard a couple of times before she lay back spent.
I had bought a packet of condoms, but wanted to ride her bareback. I had those pills as a backup.
I spread her legs, bent her knees, and pushed them against her chest. She looked at me in anticipation, a little fear in her expression. Her pussy opened up and I could see her inner lips and hole. I took my aroused cock to her opening and rubbed on her juices. She was moaning and trembling. I soothed her and pushed in a little. She did not close her eyes and held my gaze. The bulbous head entered the opening and she mewed. I pushed further and met her hymen. She sensed me at her barrier. I waited, looked into her eyes, and pushed in suddenly, breaking her barrier. The pain was short and intense, and she cried out.
I kept kissing her till she relaxed. Then I started the rhythm known to man since the beginning of time. Soon she was mewing with pleasure as I intensified my pumping. I put her legs on my shoulders and as I pumped in she was practically doubled up in half. As my movements became faster, she kept on moaning, "Oh! God, oh! God, oh! God."
I pulled out and she cried out, "Whyyyyy." She was on the point of orgasming.
I turned her over, raised her on her knees and entered her from behind. She moaned, "Ohhhhh!" I resumed the in out motion enjoying her by holding her by her hips and pulling in while pushing my cock in. I caressed her ass and periodically slapped her ass. She moaned at every slap and I started hitting her harder. She was trembling and whimpering. Her ass became red and I caressed it soothingly. She was mewing with pleasure.
I wet my thumb with her juices, spread her ass cheeks, and rubbed my thumb on her ass rim. She sucked in air noisily and looked back at me, her eyes wide open. I held her gaze and continued massaging her hole. She seemed to relax but kept looking at me, and I upped the ante by pushing the ball of my thumb to open up her rim.
She looked at me and bit her lower lip. I looked back lovingly and pushed in further till it was in up to the first joint. The pressure on her rim increased and she whined. With my other hand I caressed her ass cheeks while I twisted my thumb left to right. I pistoned my thumb and slowly entered till it was all in. Now I was pumping both her pussy and her ass.
Soon she got used to the intrusion in her ass and tried to relax. I kept on caressing her ass cheeks. I was ready and I wanted her to be ready, as well. I removed my hand from her ass and started flicking her clit with it. She jerked suddenly and whimpered. She was fast approaching the point of no return and so was I. She came with a loud cry of ecstasy and so did I. I was pumping fast and furious inside her and felt my first gush hit her insides. My thumb was also working furiously and so was my finger on her clit.
She came again and again till she slumped on the bed, totally spent. I pulled my still hard cock from her pussy and removed my thumb from her ass. I took her in my arms and caressed her all over. Soon she was breathing normally. I put her hand on my still hard cock and she opened her eyes. She was completely drained. I kissed her tenderly, raised myself up and put my cock to her lips. She sucked it in and tasted her juices. She licked me clean till I became soft.
I pulled out, clamped her to me, and caressed her back till she completely relaxed. We were lying down savouring being together.
I kissed her and said, "Are you happy, my love? It wasn't too hard, was it? I hope you're not hurt."
She hugged me tight and with tears of happiness in her eyes, said, "You have given me so much love. I never knew sex could be so wonderful."
I looked into her eyes and said, "There is still more, my darling," and patting her ass, added, "If you want it."
She looked at me with big rounded eyes, thought for a moment at what I expected, blushed at what she saw in her mind's eye, and hugged me crushingly. This was the answer I was looking for. I kissed her and just lay comfortably with her.
Renu's knock reminded us lunch was ready. After lunch the girls retired to their room for rest and I to mine. I fell asleep immediately.
********
It was late in the evening when I woke up. I went into the drawing room and switched on the news. There is nothing important so I switched it off. But the sound had alerted the girls that I was up and about.
They came out and joined me on the sofa, each on one side. Uma was in a skirt and shirt, and Renu in a jersey and a pair of trousers. I put my arms around Uma and pulled her to me. She was slightly conscious of Renu, but was soon OK, knowing that Renu knew what she had done. I caressed her shoulder and just relaxed with my head on the sofa back. Uma sighed and leaned on my shoulder. She closed her eyes and snuggled closer.
I looked towards Renu and blew her a silent kiss. She did the same, and looking at Uma, who had her eyes closed, put her hand on my thigh and raised it up till it entered the shorts I had on. Soon she was pouching my ball sack and squeezing gently. My cock received a wake up call and started to harden. She kept on squeezing my ball sack and then moved to my cock. I was getting hot. I moved my other hand on Renu's shoulder and lowered it to her breast and squeezed hard. She winced in pain but did not utter a sound. She squeezed my cock hard in retaliation.
I wanted Renu, but it was going to be difficult with Uma around. I whispered softly the same to Renu. She thought for a while and got up. She said she was going to her room to finish her assignment and told me to give company to Uma.
Uma said, "What about my assignment? It'll take me at least 2 hours to complete it. I thought I'll finish it tonight."
"OK," said Renu, "You go and do your assignment now, while I give company to Bhaiyya. Later after dinner, you sit with Bhaiyya while I do mine."
So it was agreed.
Uma left and we waited for a few moments. Renu went to check on her and returned after a while.
"Everything's fine. She's busy for the next 2 hours." She pulled me up and came into my arms. I kissed her and led her to my room. I locked the door and soon both of us were naked. I clutched her and fell on the bed. Our kissing was as intense as it was in the morning. Soon we were panting and wanting more.
I looked at her and said, "I owe you a spanking, remember?"
She looked at me and said, "No way, Bhaiyya."
"Oh, yes, you're getting it. Come over here."
She came submissively. I sat on the edge of the bed with my feet on the ground. I put her across my legs with her ass looking up. I rubbed her ass cheeks for a while and she moaned in pleasure. Suddenly I gave a sharp slap. She yelped in pain, trying to get away, but I held her down.
"No noise, sweetheart, or do you want Uma in here watching you get your spanking?"
She had tears in her eyes. I let her have another one on the other ass cheek. She covered her mouth with her hand and a muffled cry came out. "Please no more, Bhaiyya," she cried.
I caressed her ass cheeks as they had reddened. I moved my middle finger along her ass crack and she shuddered. I spread her ass cheeks and she looked back at me. I rubbed my finger on her ass hole and she flinched. She kept her eyes on me as I massaged her ass hole. Soon she relaxed. I suddenly hit her hole with my finger, hard. Her ass rose up and she cried out. It must have pained her. Tears were flowing. I brought her up to the bed, held her in my embrace, and kissed her tenderly.
She calmed down after some time as I kept caressing her. I fingered her while my mouth got busy with her breasts and nipples. Soon she was wet and ready. I entered her and got down to business. I pumped in and out and she was moaning with pleasure. My mouth was torturing her breasts and nipples and they were sore. She orgasmed hard. I got her on her knees and entered from behind. She moaned loudly and looked back at me with dreamy eyes. I caressed her ass with both hands, my fingers tracing her ass crack. I wet my thumb and massaged her ass hole. She bucked and shuddered. I kept on massaging her ass hole and pumping into her. Her passion was at the peak.
I whispered, "Don't let this worry you," and pushed my thumb about a centimetre into her ass hole. She cried out and looked back. "What are you doing, Bhaiyya?"
"Shhh! Just enjoy the feeling. If it hurts you I will stop."
She held my gaze as I softly twisted my thumb in her hole and pushed in slowly. She trusted me not to hurt her. My thumb bottomed in her ass and she mewed and I slowly pumped my thumb. The stretch on her rim must be discomforting her, but she allowed me to do as I wished. The tempo of my pumping in her pussy and ass increased and she was moaning with pleasure. I fingered her clit and she came with a gush.
I pulled out of her and she protested. I put her hand on my cock and said, "Put it in your mouth, sweetheart."
She sat on my legs and took hold of my cock wet with her juices and kissed it. Then she put it in her mouth and licked and sucked it. I pulled her towards me, sat her on my chest, turned her around till she was facing the other side and pushed her head down. She took my cock in her mouth and started to lick and suck it. Her ass was towards me and I put my mouth to her pussy and started lapping her juices. She was moaning into my cock and increased her movements. I intensified my licking. I pulled her a little towards me and mouthed her clit. She whimpered loudly and buckled back. We both were on our way to coming. She came crying like a banshee and I gushed out into her mouth. She drank me and licked me clean, while I lapped up her juices and twiddled her clit. She was bucking at the attention I was giving her pussy and clit and came again. My stiff tongue in her hole and fingers torturing her clit were too much for her to handle. She was breathing heavily and came once again, drenching me.
She put my half placid cock in her mouth and started working her lips and tongue on it. I licked her pussy and used my thumb to massage her ass hole and softly push it in. She bucked and moaned. We both came once again.
She was spent and so was I. I needed to recover if I was to do Uma later.
Renu lay in my arms and I tenderly caressed her back. She was sated and mewed with pleasure. I patted her ass and asked, "Did it pain you? Hope it wasn't very rough."
She sighed and said, "I was shocked when you first pushed your thumb in. But I knew you would not do anything to hurt me."
"I'm doing Uma in her ass tonight."
"What?" she sounded shocked.
"I think she will agree. You know, I won't force anything on you two without your consent."
She looked at me and contemplated what was going to happen.
I patted her ass and said, "Maybe you should also decide if you want it there or not."
She sat up and said, "No way!"
"OK, your decision. But maybe you can ask her tomorrow how it was before you decide finally."
There was shock, fear, and awe in her eyes. She just did not know what to think.
I kept on caressing her ass and back and she held on to my cock.
"I should go and prepare dinner," said Renu, and she dressed and left.
I put a few bottles of beer in the cooler in case the girls wanted to indulge.
**********
While Renu was in the kitchen and I watching the news, Uma came out stretching her arms.
"Finished with your work?"
"Yes," she replied, adding, "I just need an few minutes to go through it again."
"Good. There's beer in the cooler if you want some."
She smiled gratefully.
"Sit here. I'll get a glassful."
I handed her the glass and put on some soft slow music. I pulled her up and she came into my arms. We swayed with the music and I kissed her, caressing her back. She sighed with pleasure. I was hard against her and she was used to this now. She rubbed her front against it and sighed with pleasure.
"Why don't you go change into your kurta?"
She looked up at me and I squeezed her ass.
"Go....... and don't wear anything under it."
She stared and I pushed her towards the room with a slap on her ass.
"What will Renu think?" she protested.
"Nothing. She knows how it is between you and me. Doesn't she?"
She nodded and left. I switched off the TV and the light. Light from the kitchen was just enough. She was back in a moment, and back into my arms. I handed her the glass and she downed it.
We swayed in place and my cock was rubbing her front. I was excited and so was she. I rubbed her ass as I mashed her lips with mine. I lifted her kurta from the back and lay my hands on her bare ass. She was moaning and squirming with the pleasure I was giving her. Her kurta was up at her waist, my hands rubbing her bare ass, and I saw Renu walk in. She saw us, stopped at the door and quietly watched me caressing Uma's ass. She winked at me. Uma was unaware as her back was towards the kitchen door.
Beer, kissing, and caressing her ass and ass crack was keeping Uma busy and fuzzy with excitement. I slowly pulled her kurta up and removed it. She protested, "Renu......?" I shushed her and said, '"She's busy in the kitchen and there is no light here." Here she was bare assed naked in my arms and Renu a few feet away, ogling at what I had done. I grinned at her over Uma's shoulders.
I pushed Uma down to her knees and pushed my shorts down. She took me in her mouth and started working on it. I was sighing with pleasure and looking at Renu. She was amazed at my audacity.
I held Uma's head to my cock and pumped in and out of her mouth. Licking and sucking released a lot of saliva and she was drooling. With Renu watching I was soon ready to offload my cock. I gave a few furious pumps and then pulled it out, held Uma's hair in my hand and bent her head, and spurted on her open mouth and lips. I pumped my hand furiously and she was licking as fast as she could. Renu was watching all the action with excitement. Soon I was spent and pushed my cock in Uma's mouth for her to lick and clean it.
I signalled Renu to leave, and she did reluctantly. I pulled Uma up into my arms and kissed her. She rested her head against my head as I caressed her.
"Thanks, my darling. Go and clean up now, before Renu comes."
She smiled and left. I knew I had been very naughty, but when Renu came out, I just couldn't resist. Luckily Uma did not learn of Renu watching the fun.
We had dinner after Uma returned. Renu asked for a glass of beer as she sat down for the meal. Both of them demolished 3 bottles and were quite glazed.
After we finished and I helped clear the table, Renu said, "What about my dance?"
Uma said she would be back in about 20 minutes after revising her assignment and for Renu to have her dance. Renu moved into my arms and I started to kiss her and grab her ass. Soon we were huffing and filled with desire. I pulled up her jersey and saw her bare breasts. I put my lips to her nipple and bit it and tugged it. She moaned with pain and desire. My fingers were on the other breast mauling it and pinching that nipple. She was out of control with desire and so I pushed her trousers down and fingered her. I turned my finger up and touched her sensitive spot. She screamed and lifted her up as much as my finger in her allowed.
She came and moaned with pleasure. I kept on pumping my finger and touching her sensitive spot till she was completely drained. I pulled her trousers up and led her to the sofa. She lay back with her head on the back of the sofa. I kissed her and pulled her jersey down. I sat beside her and looked at her tenderly.
So much had happened between the three of us since the evening before. These girls had given me all they possessed without any reservations. They submitted to all my wants. I felt a lot of love for them.
I hoped tonight Uma would offer me her ass. Maybe Renu would also agree tomorrow. It would be their choices.
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Uma returned and found Renu relaxed with her head on the sofa back. She looked at me and I said, "Too much beer, I think."
I patted Renu on her shoulder and said, "Get up, sleepyhead. How will you do your assignment?" Of course, Renu was not that fuzzy. She smiled at me and said, "I'll manage, Bhaiyya."
She got up, bade us good night, told Uma to take her time and not to be in a hurry to be back.
She left and I pulled Uma to me. We had a kissing session on the sofa with her kurta soon off. I was pawing her breasts and my tongue was furiously in a combat with hers. I moved my hand down and a finger entered her pussy. She moaned and squirmed her ass as my other hand found it. I was fingering her and my other hand was groping her ass. I traced her ass crack and rubbed her ass hole. She moaned loudly and I pushed my middle finger in her ass hole.
She lifted her ass up and I hooked my finger in her pussy to rub her sensitive spot. She screamed and raised her ass as much as she could. She shuddered and trembled with desire. Her eyes were shut tight and she was mewing. She was soon orgasming as I increased my ministrations. She came three times before she crashed down on the sofa, totally spent. She lay like a ragged doll as I tenderly caressed her and kissed her softly on her lips and cheeks.
I lifted her in my arms and carried her to my room. I laid her on the bed and joined her after removing my clothes. I enfolded her in my arms and held her tenderly. She sighed in happiness. I started to kiss her and travelled down to her breasts where I sucked and licked her nipples till they became stiff. I bit them by turns and she moaned with passion. I travelled further down and started lapping her pussy. My finger and thumb were rolling her clit and she was trembling with desire. I held her clit between my lips and pressed hard and pulled. She whimpered and I fingered her pussy. I again touched her sensitive spot and she reacted by lifting her ass up. "Oh! My God. Oh! My God."
I entered her and pumped her pussy while kissing and nibbling her nipples. Soon she was in the throes of passion again.
"Baby, are you ready?" and I patted her ass.
She looked at me with fear in her eyes and said, "I'm afraid. Will it be painful?"
"At first, yes. You will enjoy it afterwards."
She held my gaze fearfully and did not reply. I kissed her and whispered, "Let's try. I will stop if you tell me to. OK?"
She nodded fearfully. I turned her around on her knees and entered her from behind. She mewed with desire and pushed back into me as I pumped into her. I opened the jar of Vaseline and put a glob on her ass rim. I fingered her ass hole and entered it. I twisted my finger and pumped in her ass. Then I pulled it out till only the first joint was in and tried to add the index finger. She cried out, "No! Please." I caressed her ass cheeks and said, "Hush, baby. It will be OK." I pushed the index finger alongside the middle finger and her rim expanded. I flexed my fingers in her ass and she moaned in pain and discomfort.
I pumped both the fingers in her ass and made her ready for the next step. My pumping in her pussy kept her in throes as I paid attention to her ass. Then I applied more Vaseline to her ass hole and she flinched. I shushed her tenderly and pushed in a third finger. She cried out in pain and sobbed, "No! no! no! Pleeeeaaase!" I stopped all movement in her ass but kept slowly pumping in her pussy. Slowly her sobbing stopped. I caressed her ass till she stopped trembling.
"Shall I remove my fingers, baby?" My attention to her pussy intensified. She was mewing in pain and pleasure.
"Baby, shall I continue?" and slowly pumped the fingers in her ass. She looked back at me, tears down her cheeks. I wiped the tears with my other hand and caressed her cheeks.
"Baby?"
"It is painful. I am feeling filled up. I feel very stretched. Oh! Goddddd!"
I kept silent but slowly pumped her ass and her pussy, just to let her know I was still there.
We were silent for some time. I intensified the pumping and she moaned. I flexed the fingers in her ass to widen the hole. She responded by flexing her rim.
"Please wait."
I waited, while pumping in her pussy. With my other hand I pinched her clit and she mewed in ecstasy. I kept on pinching and pulling her clit and pumping in her pussy. Then she whispered, "OK!"
I flexed my fingers in her ass and pumped them. "Shall I continue, my darling?" She nodded.
Slowly I intensified the pumping in her ass and she started to push back slowly. Time go to the next step. I pulled out of her pussy and removed my fingers from her ass, leaving a gaping ass hole. I applied Vaseline liberally to my aroused cock and on her ass hole, pushing some inside.
She was trembling in anticipation of pain. I caressed her ass and brought my tip to her hole. She flexed her rim tight. I caressed her rim with my tip and pushed in. The bulbous tip forced open her rim, stretching it to the maximum. She cried out in pain. I stopped all movement and caressed her ass till she quietened. I slowly pushed in and the bulbous head passed her rim as she kept moaning and crying, "Oh! No! Oh! No!" and kept shaking her head.
I stopped again and started to pull out. She looked back with her tearful eyes that showed so much trust and whispered, "It is painful, but don't stop." Then she nodded at me to go on. I loved her so much at that moment. I pushed in slowly. She flinched, but held her gaze on me. Eventually, I hit the bottom and rested. I caressed her cheeks and wiped her tears away. Then I slowly pulled out till only my bulbous tip remained inside. I then started pumping in her ass. She was shuddering but gamely continued. She became used to my movement in her and started to push back as I pumped in.
Soon we increased our tempo. I fingered her clit and pussy turn by turn and she was turning on. I grazed her tender spot and she cried out in passion, "Oh! Yessssss!" I was ready to explode. I intensified fingering her clit and pussy to get her off along with me. Her pussy was getting wetter and wetter and she was getting close. I pumped furiously in her ass as I was going to explode, fingered her sensitive spot hard. I gushed out into her ass and she screamed out her orgasm. I kept on pumping till I was spent. I let my cock become soft before I pulled out. She collapsed on the bed with me on top of her. I kissed her neck and back for her courage, and caressed her. She whimpered in pleasure.
I turned her around and held her tight. Kissing her on her cheek I whispered, "Oh! Baby, you are so brave. So sorry it was painful."
She kissed me and said, "Yes, it pained a lot. But it is reducing already. I knew you wanted it. I like to make you happy."
We lay contentedly and fell asleep entwined.
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I woke up as dawn broke. Uma was still asleep. Her back was to me and she was in a foetal position. Her legs drawn up into her chest. She looked so childlike and innocent. I caressed her ass and she murmured in sleep.
My continued caressing woke her and she turned towards me. We kissed tenderly for some time. "Get up, sleepyhead. We need to get ready. Today is work day!"
She grumbled, "Whyyy!"
I slapped her ass lightly and got up. She stood up on the other side of the bed and looked around for her kurta. Then I remembered I had carried her in naked in my arms. It was lying outside somewhere.
I smiled and said, "Are you brave enough to walk into Renu's room like this? Your kurta is in the outside room."
She was looking beautiful standing in her all, arms akimbo. I felt a stirring.
"Please get it for me."
"I need payment in advance."
"What?"
I indicated towards my stirring cock.
She smiled, came near, dropped down on her knees and mouthed me. So she had me fully up. I was pumping her mouth and she softly pouched my balls and squeezed them. I moaned in pleasure and gripped her head with both hands. Soon I was ready to burst.
I gripped her head tighter and pumped vigorously. She was licking and sucking hard. She started fingering my ass crack with one finger and squeezing my ball sack with her other hand. Suddenly she pushed her finger in and touched my ass hole. I jerked hard into her mouth. I kept on pumping, very near to explode and she pushed her finger past my ass rim. I moaned out loud and spurted into her while pumping vigorously. Her finger was still in my ass hole. I never felt so turned on and went on pumping even after I was spent. She pulled her finger out and caressed my ass as I pulled out of her mouth.
She got up and hugged me tight.
"You're not angry, are you? I don't know what came over me."
"Oh baby. It was awesome."
While we were kissing each other tenderly, there was a soft knock on the door. Uma tried to move away from my embrace but I held her.
"Yes," I called out.
The door opened a bit, a hand came in, dropped the kurta on the floor, the hand withdrew, and the door shut. Silence.
I laughed out loud. Uma blushed.
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The week went by in a rush. I was busy at work and the girls with their course work in the evenings. We still spent time in the evenings, though I allowed them a bottle each of beer only. I made out with Renu and Uma many times but only once in that week I made love to Uma; that too on the sofa in the darkened room while Renu was busy cooking in the kitchen. Renu heard all the mewing and whimpering.
That evening I had Uma on my lap, completely naked and facing out, with my cock in her. My hands were torturing her nipples and she was pumping her pussy up and down my cock and moaning in ecstasy. She was now used to my removing her clothes in the darkened room while Renu was in the kitchen cooking. Renu usually gave us privacy. She was thrusting up and down and screamed out as she orgasmed. My fingers were pinching her nipples hard as I was pumping into her. I pulled her head back and kissed her when I saw Renu come to the door and watch us.
Uma came hard crying out, "Oh! God, Oh! God, Oh! God, ........." and I spurted in her with a shout. I kept on pumping till I was spent. Because Renu was watching, I was still hard. I kept Uma's face averted by continuously kissing her, put her on her knees on the carpet, and entered her ass. Uma cried out, Oh! My Godddddd," and bucked back into me. I pumped furiously in her ass and looked at Renu. Her eyes were open in shock as she saw me pumping Uma's ass. I fingered Uma's clit and pinched it. She was in the throes of passion and ecstatic. With Renu watching, I was more aroused than usual and was ready to unload. I fingered Uma's sensitive spot vigorously and she screamed out and bucked hard. She orgasmed just as I filled her ass with my load. I caressed her ass till she came down from her high. I pulled out, turned her around and hugged her lovingly.
Renu had disappeared. Uma looked around like a frightened rabbit and whispered, "Renu must have heard all my screaming. Oh! My Goddd. I'm so embarrassed."
I kissed her tenderly while caressing her back and lied to her, "Don't worry. She must not have heard. She didn't stir from the kitchen."
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After dinner the girls retired. They had to leave early in the mornings to attend their course. Renu gave some excuse to Uma and came to see me.
"Uma is so embarrassed. She asked me if I heard any disturbance while I was in the kitchen. I said I didn't hear anything. You were very naughty, Bhaiyya. But it was hot watching you make love to her. I want to try that position, too. Shall I come after Uma is asleep?"
I could not pay as much attention to Renu as I did Uma as we had to be very quiet. But we still found time to make love. Renu still refused to let me in her ass, as she told me Uma said it was very painful before she got used to it. Tonight was the second time I put it in Uma's ass.
"So you were hot watching her take me in her ass, is it? So you are ready to try that position?" I said cheekily.
"No!! Not in my ass, Bhaiyya. But I want to sit on your lap."
"OK. Come after she goes to sleep."
She returned later, locked the door and removed her clothes. I was already naked and ready. She put me in her mouth and sucked me. I fingered her pussy till she was leaking like a sieve. She was as ready as she could be. I fingered her sensitive spot and she hit the roof, whimpering and shuddering.
I got her to sit on my lap, facing out. I raised her up by the hips, centred my cock on her pussy opening, touching the entrance and dropped her suddenly. My cock went in like a shot and she screamed out. I pumped up and lifted her by the hips and moved her up and down my cock. Soon she got the rhythm and moved up and down on her own.
My hands on her nipples were twisting and pinching them. I tugged them hard and she was moaning in pain and pleasure. Then I moved down and held her clit with a thumb and finger and pressed. She squirmed and moaned. I tortured her clit by moving my finger fast on it and she was getting out of control. My fingers on her clit and nipples, both being tortured ecstatically, and her pumping of her pussy on my erect cock soon had her ready and she came screaming out as she orgasmed. I thrust fast in her as she came down from her high. Then I lifted her up, put her on her knees on the bed and entered from behind.
She whimpered in pleasure as I started pumping vigorously. I took my wet thumb to her ass hole and she bucked. I massaged her hole and pushed the thumb in completely. She whimpered as she felt my pumping thumb. I removed my thumb and replaced with the longer middle finger. I kept on pumping vigorously. She was in the throes of passion due to the double pumping she was getting. I applied Vaseline to my index finger and tried to insert it in her ass too. She bucked so hard that my cock got dislodged and my finger left her ass.
"No, Bhaiyya," she sobbed, "It will pain. Please........"
I kissed her gently and assured her that I'll leave her ass alone, except for a single finger.
We continued with out love making with my finger in her ass. We both came intensely and were totally drained. We lay together in each other's arms, kissing tenderly and caressing each other. She softly stroked my cock and put it in her mouth. It remained soft as I was totally spent. We had an intense kissing session. I fingered her pussy and she came twice more before she left.
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Soon it was Friday and the last day of their course. They were booked on a Saturday evening train. Friday night was a long night for us. Renu left Uma and me alone for much of the time. She later told me that she told Uma to make the most of this last night.
After dinner, Renu went to her room. I soon had Uma naked and willing. I made love to her on the sofa, had her bent on the dinning table and entered from behind. I had her in her mouth and filled it and she swallowed all that I had to offer. Her nipples were raw from the mauling they received from my mouth and fingers. We rested in each other's arms for some time. She smiled at me, kissed me passionately, and said I had made her very happy and sated. I told her that it was she who had made me very happy. She had offered me her most precious possession.
I caressed her ass and fingered her crack. I patted her ass and said, "Do you want it here tonight?"
She looked at me and blushed furiously. Then she nodded shyly. I kissed her tenderly. Then I lifted her on my lap, facing me. I applied Vaseline to my cock and her ass hole. I lifted her, lined my cock with her ass and slowly lowered her. She was impaled on my cock and started moving up and down.
Her small breasts we jiggling and I kissed and licked them. She was moaning with the pain she was feeling in her already sore nipples, but she was game enough to allow me to carry on. I tried to be as tender as possible. We kissed passionately while she pumped her ass. Soon I was ready to unload. I started to finger her clit and her pussy alternately and soon she was ready to orgasm. I fingered her sensitive spot in her pussy and she screamed and orgasmed. I spurted in her ass as I held her by her hips and pumped her up and down.
We were totally spent. She lay down on the sofa like a ragged doll. She was totally out and would remain so till the morning. I lovingly lifted her in my arms and took her to her room. Renu watched me as I tenderly laid her down, kissed her on her lips and covered her with a sheet.
"What about her clothes? Won't you help dress her? She'll be embarrassed when she wakes up in the morning."
"She won't be embarrassed as she knows you know what has been happening between the two of us. But you are right." I brought back her kurta from the drawing room and dressed her.
I kissed Renu on her mouth and quietly told her to come to me. She shyly nodded.
She spent a large part of the night with me. We made tender and vigorous love. She on top, me on top, she on my lap, on her knees and being entered from behind, me spurting in her mouth and she swallowing all that I offered. I had my finger in her pussy, in her ass, and furiously torturing her clit.
She screamed, whimpered, moaned, mewed, and orgasmed prodigiously. She made me come like never before. By the time we finished we were both totally spent. She lay like a ragged doll as I dressed her back in her pyjamas. I lifted her tenderly and took her to her room and lay her on her bed. I covered her with a sheet.
I kissed her tenderly and she mewed. I left, quietly closing the door.
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Renu came to visit again 6 months later, but that's another story.
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19,610 | Youth: Testing the Ties That Bind Ch. 01 | Tzah | NonConsent/Reluctance | 2007-09-24 | 2007-09-24 | 2022-01-01 15:50:52 | 1 | literotica.com | https://www.literotica.com/s/youth-testing-the-ties-that-bind-ch-01 | Riverwoman Atla personally oversees a girl's education. | ['Amazon', 'Anal', 'Domme', 'Humiliation', 'Lesbian', 'Restraint', 'Shame', 'Slave', 'Virgin'] | 4.29 | Atla's tongue flicked animatedly over the succulent peaks and valleys of Jorah's warm, flush-darkened intimate folds, extracting another mewling whimper from Jorah's red, pouty mouth. Jorah's head tossed in a side-to-side frenzy, mussing the hair her aides had so carefully washed, combed, and bound up earlier, and her blindfold threatened to slip away.
"Shh, little kitten, don't wake the Beast just yet," Atla whispered coyly, her breath tickling the engorged, glistening pearl, the cool draft of it unhooding it from it's pink shroud. "Tha-at's a girl," she chuckled softly at Jorah's unfolded, messy sex, and dove back into it with her wet, darting tongue.
It was Jorah's Breaking Day, a most special day amongst the RiverWomen. It was the eighteenth anniversary of her birthing-day, and Atla was preparing Jorah's washed, shorn, silky body for it's first encounter with a man. The breaking was, of course, accomplished when a man's engorged penis penetrated the membranous caul of an un- fucked girl's newly-ready crevice. It was usually painful... but whether or not it was pleasurable was entirely up to the new initiate.
"Oh- OOOHHH, Please, Atla, I want to come so badly!" Jorah whisperingly pleaded, even though her aides had warned her that speech on her part was strictly forbidden. Men didn't want conversation when they slipped themselves into the sweet-smelling, soft depths of a woman- they only wanted what pleasure those hard insistent rods could milk from a docile body, and then withdraw their slimy, spent sleeves of meat to seek out the next one.
A flat-handed slap against Jorah's insistent clit made her yelp and jolt against her leather binds. "OW!" she cried, tears seeping out from beneath her blindfold at the warm blushing sting her vulva glowed with now. Atla, disgusted, dropped the sheer white shroud between Jorah's legs, hiding her arousal-and pain- from view.
"You're a silly little fool. You aren't ready to receive a man," she spat, giving Jorah's hard, pink nipple a rough twist, and enjoying it when Jorah cried out again. "You want to sing? I'll make you sing," Atla hissed in Jorah's ear as she snapped her fingers. Four hooded, anonymous figures in ghostly white robes emerged and efficiently turned the protesting, thrashing Jorah over, fitting a hard, leather- covered wedge beneath her hips and stomach, and then re-tied her, slipping a leather gag into her mouth. One smeared the firm, pale apples of her backside with an spicy, aromatic unguent, and then slid a greasy finger into her puckered brown flower, eliciting a shriek from Jorah.
"Alta will tell you when you can and can not make noise," Alta said, spreading her legs a shoulder's width apart. The assistants disrobed her, and were affixing a peculiar leather-studded harness around her waist, the straps encircling her hard buttocks and sculpted thighs. When finished, a semi-hard, pliable kidskin phallus dangled at half- mast before her.
With pleasure, Alta walked around and ripped the blindfold off of Jorah's face, then proceeded to smear the head of her new cock with the same greasy ginger conoction that the others had applied to Jorah's protesting, now-rosy flesh. Eye-level with it, Jorah's eyes widened, and she gasped from around her gag, testing the strength of her restraints, her helpless little ass forced into mid-air by the elevation cushion beneath her.
"I might not Break you," Atla chuckled, giving Jorah's cheek a meaty slap with her greasy shaft, before climbing up behind her and spreading her cheeks wide, "but you can bet I know how to soften you up unlike any man you'll ever take into you!" she sang as she eased the smooth head of the shaft against the puckered resistance of Jorah's reticent sphincter. Suddenly, the blindfold was replaced over Jorah's eyes, and the whimper crescendoed into a muffled shriek as Atla's fostered hardness began softening Jorah's asshole.
"If you think *this* is bad... just be grateful I'm not after the rest of you," Atla giggled, caressing Jorah's sweaty back with a sinister, possessive touch that was between mocking, between loving, then dug one hand's nails into the soft, fleshy cheek of Jorah's ass, the other giving it a slap to raise a hot welt. "You wouldn't walk for a week!"
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An hour later, Atla reclined on the cushions of her bed, naked, tired, and grinning with satisfaction as she gently toweled the smutty muck of Jorah's plundered anus from her dong. 'Such a feisty little thing she was!' Atla thought of Jorah as she put the harness and staff on the small table next to her bed, then stretched out and yawned. Showing these new girls the ropes could be quite tiring, even if it was satisfying. With every plundering stab into Jorah's trembling hindquarters, Atla felt a zing of pleasure straight through to her core. Jorah's muffled squeaks and cries of protest had only excited Atla more so that by the time Jorah had collapsed in a hoarse, mute, trussed-up lump beneath Atla, Atla's thighs were musky and soaked with her own juices. She'd lovingly whispered into Jorah's ear, "You lovely little toy, making your teacher come so easily! I shall make *you* my special pet when you are Broken!" and trailed a scintillating rain of kisses down Jorah's salty, glistening neck and back before withdrawing from her completely-dilated, relaxed rump.
Just thinking of the way Jorah had sobbed, great strings of drool and tears and snot soaking her pillow and streaking her pretty young face, her body spasming and bucking against the embedded shaft brushing Atla's own hard nub made Atla's hand trace lazily down her stomach and gently circle the puffy mound of scant fringe, then lower to the soft, slack lips of her crevice, then bring a finger up to taste her own salty-sweet fervor that pulsed still within her. Soon, her fingers were circling her hungry gash and she was moaning softly, then a servant entered silently.
"Atla, I heard you from outside... are you in need of our Services?" the young woman queried , searching the sinewy, pearline form of Atla the Red reclined and petting herself tenderly.
Breathlessly, Atla rose on an elbow, and with a hand damp with sex, she pushed back a coppery strand of hair from her face and smiled. "Oh- was I that conspicuous?" she purred. "Well, if you feel so inclined," she bit her lip and swiveled her slender legs over the edge of the bed. "You may give me a kiss," she parted her legs, revealing a crimson-flushed, swollen vulva already gleaming with a thin film of Atla's smeared excitement, "Here," she parted her labia with two fingers of one hand, circling her jutty nipple with the other.
"Yes, Madam, Zelna would be honored and eager to do so," the woman smiled and tied her long brown ringlets into a knot at the back of her neck. She removed from the underside of Atla's bed a small velvet rectangle, a cushion, and knelt on it so her knees wouldn't fatigue. With both hands, Zelna gently parted the soft thighs of her Mistress, and opened her mouth, leaning in. She spread her tongue as flat and wide as she could, and as she laid it over Atla's closed pink clamshell, she stroked it broadly up from the other hole all the way to the top of her woman's cleft, savoring the scent and flavor of her provider, her ruler. Zelna, or any of the other women of the Camp would have gladly done this- or anything else Atla would have requested of them out of love, out of duty, out of requirement. Atla was their leader, their guardian, their superior, and any time she requested pleasure of them, they also received pleasure as a reward.
"Mmm," Atla purred, flexing her hips so that her heels found the smooth hardwood floor, but she was still reclined on the bed. "Taste that? It means it likes you," she smiled languourously up at the gauzy canopy, then closed her eyes to let Zelna please her. Zelna licked Atla's moist, warm slit from bottom to top, top to bottom, and then gently suckled each of the folds in turn. When they were moist with saliva, Zelna's thumbs gently peeled apart and unfurled Atla's petals, the way a sun's warm rays unfold an orchid's tight, dew- drenched bud. Jutting from the warm, soft center of Atla's core lay the hooded, hard pink bundle of flesh that was so worshipped by their people. "Yes," Atla breathed, "Breathe life to it, coax it out." She moaned as Zelna blew gently, tentatively upon the hard nub as though trying to spark kindling into a warm fire. Success! The turgid little clit unhooded slowly, and when it was erect, Zelna's tongue eagerly hugged, encircled, and tasted it's feverish rigidity, her chin dampening as Atla hissed and thrust forward, pressing the outer rim of her well into Zelna's face.
"That's a good Zelna," Atla coaxed, one hand reaching down to unbind and stroke Zelna's soft chocolate locks. Zelna smiled quickly, but went immediately back to work- if it could be called work. One hand held Atla open at the top, while the other was beneath her skirt, now caressing her own soft, unshorn mons, a finger occasionally dabbing into her eager well as she licked and sucked Atla's sacred heat.
Zelna quickened the pace of her nursing on Atla's clit, and inserted a finger slick with Zelna's own juices into Atla's cavern at just the right time. Atla moaned and rose on one elbow, her fingers tangling themselves in Zelna's hair. "Ooh, sly little fox," Atla cooed softly, rocking into Zelna's finger-fucking. "Give me another," she demanded breathlessly, and Zelna acquiesced, slipping a second finger inside her mistress's beautiful well of life and pleasure.
As Atla rocked and tossed, the fervor of Zelna's finger-thrusts and tongue- lashing increased. She seized Atla's quivering pearl in her teeth and with a humming growl, gave it a gentle tug and shake. Atla's toes curled and her thighs collapsed tightly around Zelna's face, but Zelna kept on, sliding a third finger into the silky pucker of Atla's ass, pleasuring all three nethersources at once, harder, faster... until suddenly, the coiled, hard tension in Atla's lean, ivory body exploded, soaking Zelna's tongue and fingers, but finally after one raw, trembling shudder, Zelna could breathe and rest.
As Atla's body rippled and rode the intoxicating peak of bliss out, Zelna sat back on her haunches, licking her fingers and face as clean as she could, and then she finished herself off quietly. As she brought her fingers to her mouth, Atla's hand gently siezed her wrist. "No, Treasure- let me," Atla said softly, drawing Zelna close and planting a velvet kiss upon her beautiful, artful mouth, and then suckling Zelna's honey from her fingers. "Undress yourself- Come lie with me, Come lie on your Keeper's bed," she whispered, and the young girl acquiesced gracefully, slipping out of her customary soft shift, and lowering herself onto her back so that Atla could wrap her arms around her, pulling her close as though wanting to take her into herself, and just holding her for a moment. Her fingers traced through Zelna's hair and she nuzzled her neck, touched Zelna's sticky mound, and brushed her soft, young breasts as lovingly as though she were fondling a new doll. Zelna moaned softly, but didn't speak. "You pretty thing... I want you," Atla groaned as her fingers traced Zelna's crevices hungrily.
"Is Mistress un-satisfied? Did I do something wrong?" Zelna dared whisper, fear creeping into her voice, tensing her round, soft brown body. Atla raised up onto an elbow and looked down at Zelna in alarm. "Oh- No! Noo," she cooed, sliding one of her silken legs in between Zelna's, and gently pulling Zelna up to sit. Her breasts grazed Zelna's, and their soft bodies pressed together. Zelna gasped and, in spite of her training, leaned into Atla's warmth.
"I'm just hungry today, Treasure," Atla explained quietly. "These young and untrained girls are so stubborn- they vex me so, but it's not your fault, you were always obedient and docile- except when I needed you to be otherwise," she breathed, tasting Zelna's sweet red lips, nibbling her chin, flicking her tongue down the smooth skin to the hollow of Zelna's throat. "You're so young and beautiful," Atla sighed. "I think I want you now," and with that, Atla curved her hips into Zelna's, their folds together. Zelna moaned and rocked into Atla just as Atla thrusted breathlessly against her young lover, their legs wrapped around each other's waists, in each other's embracing arms, kissing, sighing, occasionally crying out until finally, both Zelna and Atla achieved a thrilling pinnacle of giddy, swimming excitement simultaneously, and then collapsed, still interlocked, panting and moist. The cloying aroma of their pleasure wafted in the air just as the gauzy canopy and bedcurtains did in the breeze from the open window.
"You're one of my favorites," Atla murmured sleepily. "Now go, make yourself clean and pretty again- I will let you pick a man to keep for the night," she smiled, withdrawing her arms gently, already drowsy from her day's work-and play.
*******
"You only got what you deserved," said the girl on Jorah's right arm. The other wasn't so kind or patronizing. "Stupid twit! Disobeying X'Atla da Riaztnan!"
Jorah limped mutely along until they reached the Recovery Quarters, and the door opened. She was shoved inside and the door closed and bolted behind her, the voices now fading down the corridor: "Can you believe that? Demanding her pleasure from our Keeper like that!"... "It's a wonder she can walk without her guts falling out," then laughter. Jorah groaned and sat down, then yelped and stood quickly. Her sweet, young buttocks had not only been penetrated ruthlessly by Blessed Atla of the RiverWomen, Leader of the River Camp, but then, after working herself into a frenzy, Atla had ordered Jorah's ginger- smeared, well-fucked ass to be switched with a peeled willow wand, and then salted. Then, insult to injury, she'd been forced to stroke her fingers in and out of her swollen, feverish tortured hole, and lick them.
"You dishonored Atla, and your poor, childish behavior has shamed yourself. Consider yourself lucky that you are even being Broken tonight still!" Atla had cautioned smoothly, stroking the sobbing, convulsing girl's sweaty, tangled hair as she lay prostrate, clinging to the hard pillow that had held her hips elevated for Atla's deep, merciless penetration.
Oh, but it hurt so badly! Jorah gingerly lay down across the padded cot that served as a resting place, one normally reserved for the leisurely, blissful afterglow of being Favored by Atla. Atla was the Overseer of the Breaking process on all of the RiverWomen's female children-turning-women, and she took it very seriously. If a girl couldn't learn to obey a few simple cues from another woman, how ever would they be an obedient, intelligent breeding partner for one of the WoodMen, Keepers of the Forest?
Jorah gingerly spread her legs and felt her puckered ring. It was still hot and swollen, but not stretched nearly as bad as it was. Tentatively, she traced her fingers over her lower-lips, and gasped- they were wet! Eyes wide, she reached for a hand-mirror, and peered at the reflection. There lay the neat, completely-bare two lips of her tender opening, but clinging near the bottom was a gummy, whitish bead of something sticky and spicy-smelling.
A hot flush of shame crept up from her breasts to her forehead. Jorah had taken pleasure from being punished so harshly and deservedly by Atla. It was hard to believe, even for herself, though... she had cried, sobbed, even gagged on her own agony and shameful torture. She'd bucked, fought.. even tried to bite her captors- and yet, this gooey pearl she now smeared between her fingers, had been evidence that at least her body had responded to Atla's ass-pumping furor of discipline.
Oh, but Atla had penetrated her so deeply- her stomach gave a funny quiver as though it, too, remembered Atla's dumbcock pulsing a steady rhythm in and out of Jorah's slick haunches, in time to Atla's practiced, determined breathing. Atla had enjoyed Training Jorah as much as Jorah had enjoyed receiving it- what was the big deal? She had only wanted the end pleasure- the highest pleasure... just like everyone else. Why should she have to wait, to learn to stave off the roiling in her belly as her insides contracted and pulsed in response to accepting an invasive thrill?
Patience. That's what it all boiled down to. Sharing wasn't the problem- Jorah would never begrudge someone their right to pleasure... but waiting for them to feel it- that, Atla had seen, would be the problem. If Jorah achieved her orgasm quickly, and before her eventual male (or female) lover did, she would be undesirable in the sheets, and would therefore be good only for cooking and cleaning. A useful statue- pretty, but not worth keeping the bed warm.
Jorah gingerly washed her hair and body, and bathed her punished ring and un- touched crevice, then stretched out onto her stomach to re- hash the day yet again.
As was customary, when the sun rose, she felt a blindfold over her eyes, and she was escorted to the Secret Place around Rock Bend, where all girls were Broken. The clean, bright atmosphere of the shelters were relaxing and inviting, and as she was washed, her hair cleaned and bound, and her soft muff shorn until just a small dusting of hair denoting her age passage remained, she was then put onto the Training Stock- a bed made just for introducing a nervous, untouched girl to some of the pleasures she might expect from coupling with a lover later in the day, after the Feast. The table had cuffs, a waist belt, and various leg-ties, and could be elevated at several angles to several varying heights as Atla would oversee teaching Jorah and other girls what it was to kiss, suckle, lick, nibble, touch, and even, eventually penetrate orifices throughout intercourse.
Originally, there'd been no problems. Jorah's initial training had went well. Her lips were full and when accentuated with the sweet red stain of berry juice, looked achingly enticing and savory. Atla had taught her how to kiss her lover without bruising the mouth, clanging each other's teeth together, and how to gently part and enter a lover's mouth with the tongue without gushing spittle into each other's mouths. Jorah had been allowed to nibble and suckle at Atla's firm round breasts and nipples as the woman strided Jorah, grinding her hips gently into the girl's soft belly. Jorah had teased and been teased, played and been played with, until it had come time for her to be introduced to the inviting mysteries of her beautiful, tight, newly-bared slit, her center of pleasure. Greedy Jorah had simply wanted all she could manage to take, and as quickly as she could take it.
To Jorah's shame, Atla had given her that- and then some- until she was shamed, battered, swollen and sore.
Finally, exhaustion stole Jorah's waking lucidity from her. Her eyes closed, her body relaxed, and the soft breeze from the river gently caressed her pain- striped flesh. She was asleep when they came for her.
(Pending review, to be continued.) |
19,611 | YouToo | Hat_Stand | NonConsent/Reluctance | 2020-02-14 | 2021-12-23 | 2022-01-01 15:50:53 | 2 | literotica.com | https://www.literotica.com/s/youtoo-1 | 1. A man undergoes a revolutionary new treatment for misogyny. 2. The continuation of Ians treatment for misogyny. | ['Non-Con', 'Noncon', 'Transformation'] | 3.9 | "Is this the candidate."
A faceless one way glass screen reflected the chair with a well-secured unconscious naked man. An intercom static rang out.
"Yes, please proceed."
Ian Hill senior director of DD5 Capital DIRECT. Age 32, average height, average build, average weight and most definitely a misogynist. As a teenager, he peered pressured a girl of sixteen into a sexual relationship and then distributed images of her online. At university, he was with a group of male students who were strongly suspected of spiking drinks with drugs to take advantage of female students. It's important to note that evidence was available but no one was charged. Several female students applied to alternative universities. He was strongly suspected of punching a girl he was dating in a drunken episode giving her a black eye. At work, he was accused by several women of groping, making inappropriate comments and sexual gestures. He has been sent on a course to advise him of appropriate work etiquette. He is strongly suspected of a significant number of sexual abuses as he becomes a senior member of the staff. The latest episode involved him in a relationship with a junior intern who he filmed, photographed and posted images online.
Ian woke in a chair. Straps tight, he couldn't move. Naked he could feel the cold constructing his scrotum.
"Ian Hill, do you know why you are here?"
"No. Where am I?"
"You are at the latest treatment center for your misogynistic characteristics."
"What, no. I didn't sign up for this."
"Yes you did. We have a signed consent."
"What."
The person dressed in professional medical clothes produced a syringe. Wiped Ian's bicep and plunged the needle into the muscle. Slowly the serum deposited into Ian's arm. Another syringe was produced and injected into his buttocks, accessible through a specifically designed hole in the chair.
"All done. You will need daily injections into your buttock and a weekly injection into your arm."
"What have you given me?"
"As per your consent, a series of injections to assist you with addressing your behaviour. It is a new trial, quite revolutionary with specific precursors to assist the process."
Ian stared blankly at the medical professional.
"You will be staying at the retreat for the next six week while the therapy takes effect. My technicians will assist you through the injections and process".
The medical professional turned and exited the room leaving him tied naked to the chair in the cold air.
A woman in scrubs arrived a few minutes later checked his pulse, blood pressure, took blood samples and a swap from his inner cheek. Then without saying a word she lubricated her gloved hand and firmly grabbed his penis. The nurse locked eyes with him and vigorously masturbated him. Ian couldn't help but groan as he approached the forced orgasm. He couldn't move in the chair. Ian could only twitch as he ejaculated into a cup. This was swiftly sealed and labeled. The woman in scrubs collected the samples and left. A few minutes later an orderly came in and undid his restraints handed him a gown to wear and escorted Ian to his room. A basic but comfortable room with his clothes, watch, and attire. Why couldn't he remember arriving or signing up?
Ian felt tired and assumed this was part of the treatment he tried to read but before he knew it he was asleep.
In the morning, Ian was presented with room service. A low calorie breakfast with nutrient shakes. A note advised the specifically designed breakfast was part of the therapy to assist his change. Shortly after the orderly arrived in order to take him for his next treatments. He was asked to change into a gown and escorted to the treatment room. He was photographed naked and strapped to the chair. The woman in scrubs arrived injected him in the buttocks took pulse, blood pressure, blood samples and cheek swab. She then lubed her gloved hand and masturbated Ian until he ejaculated into the cup. She quickly gathered her samples and left. Ian was then escorted back to his room.
This pattern continued every day for a week. No education sessions, just notes around his room and with the room service.
On day seven Ian began to notice something unusual. His chest felt sore and tender especially around his nipples. Also in the shower he noticed his chest hair seemed to be thinning out. After his low calorie breakfast the orderly arrived in order to take him to his treatments. Today was his second injection into his arm as well as the injection into his buttocks. The normally silent assistant spoke.
"You may feel tired and achy in the morning. To minimize this I'm giving you additional medication as a suppository."
She then lubed her gloved hand and masturbated Ian until he ejaculated. After he had cum Ian felt a cold lube around his anus and a suppository inserted. The assistant gathered the samples and left.
In the morning, Ian felt like he'd been run over by a train. Everything hurt even opening his eyes. When his breakfast arrived he couldn't get out of bed. The orderly spoke into a phone and shortly after the assistant arrived. She took his temperature and said he needed fluids and soon he was on a trolley heading into a clinical bay with IV drips attached.
Ian woke to see the medical professional standing over him.
"How are you feeling? You have been asleep for nearly three weeks."
"What, no, I was just achy this morning."
"That was three weeks ago. We have had you on IV feeds and fluids for three weeks in addition to your therapy."
"Shouldn't that have been stopped."
"No, it's an expected effect."
"I don't understand."
"Here let me help"
The medical professional clicked a button and a screen switched on above the bed. The screen showed what looked a bit like Ian but feminine. There was clearly a softer face, a less muscular body, breasts forming, nobody hair and his penis looked small. His testicles looked like they had almost disappeared.
"What's that?"
"It's you."
"No. What is it really."
"It's you halfway through your therapy."
"What are you doing?"
"Exactly what we said, we are treating your misogyny."
"You are turning me into a lady boy!"
"No we are not. We are turning you completely into a lady. No boy about it."
The medical professional then detailed how the therapy contained a personalized series of viruses designed to reprogram his DNA by introducing the missing component on the Y chromosome making it an X chromosome. The virus alone is not enough several additional processes need to occur allowing his body to reorganize its cells for example breast tissue has to grow. Testicles need to dissolve and ovaries grow. His penis shrank into a clitoris and for a vagina to form. To achieve this process we have given testosterone suppressants, large oestrogen and progesterone boosters to activate latent cellular processes. Unique precursors and cellular enablers are given allowing the reprogrammed cells to break down and reform in your new gender. On the screen a slide show appeared showing Ian's body losing body mass. His shoulders and arms losing muscle definition, his chin and forehead shrinking and softening. The most dramatic was his penis and testicles shrinking his chest growing and budding. His nipples and aroma are growing.
Ian called out but then realized his voice was higher!
"You may feel extremely sore. This is due to the bone changes going on. We need your shoulders and chest to narrow and your hips to change shape. Your overall height should be the same. Look at this, it's my favourite chart. This is you're ejaculate trace. Here is day one, a normal ejaculate quantity and sperm count. You can see each day the ejaculate has reduced until you no longer produce ejaculate with any sperm on day 9 then no ejaculate at all by day 11. Here is your testicular testosterone production. Previously normal and by day 11 nothing. Wonderful isn't it! Absolutely no testicular function as they are broken down and reabsorbed. Also, look at this."
On the screen a camera zoomed in on his penis.
"Here you can see your testicles have lost 95% of their mass. Your penis has lost 80% of its size as it is reabsorbed and forms your clitoris. But here look, can you see this line? It's your vagina forming! When i press here look it's beginning to separate and nearly allow my fingers tip the tip inside you. Incredible you are responding very well!"
Ian stared at the screen in disbelief. He could feel the fingers probe his body. It was too much to process, Ian passed out.
Ian awoke and lost consciousness over the next three weeks. On the screen he could see how his body changed. Whenever he opened his eyes he could see breasts growing, hips flaring out, more muscle mass lost on his shoulders, arms, and legs. His face softer. He watched as his testicles vanished and penis disappeared into a small bud that would now be called a clitoris. Around it he could see his scrotum and perineum split and swell into labia.
On day 52 Ian woke up and could see a woman staring back.
"Awake again. Good."
"I'm a woman."
"You are almost there. Your ovaries are still forming and need to take over your hormone production. Your vagina is still forming inside you and your breast tissue is still growing, looks like you will be around a C cup. Your vocal cords are still tightening but almost there. When I look at your EEG I see patterns that match Ian. You now have sections performing like a female. An MRI scan is showing structures matching a female and your pituitary changes are complete."
"Why have you done this to me?"
"You requested state-of-the-art therapy to cure your misogyny. To prevent being fired, to prevent being arrested and jailed you wanted to demonstrate real change. We have achieved this. You are now a woman and you will no longer be a man abusing your power over women. You are now a heterosexual woman with the same challenges as the women you abused."
A week later Ian was fully transformed. The assistant took the last blood test and cheek swab and unhooked the IVs.
"Your DNA sample is back, 100% female."
She picked up the camera.
"Here you can see your vagina and clitoris, here is your ureter. I will remove the catheter later. I need to test your vagina has fully formed."
The assistant lubed her glove and gently slid a finger inside Ian. Ian gasped it was the first time feeling a finger inside HER vagina. She groaned and twitched around the assistants finger.
"Very good. Now let's get you on your feet and back to your room."
Ian clasped onto her bed and looked over at her wardrobe. The clothes now reflect her gender. There was even a bra.
Next morning Ian got out of bed and for the first time could explore her body. It's curves, shape, weight, everything felt different. She cupped her breasts and felt her vagina and clitoris. Everything felt new and alien. She also felt so much weaker physically. Ian noticed her breasts still ached a lot. She would have to ask about this. Ian dressed and for the first time wore a bra. Ian was then summoned and escorted to breakfast. Here a man was present at the table. The man was naked and Ian glimpsed a very large penis between his legs. Ian couldn't help but look and felt her pulse change and vagina moisten. The realization she was now physically attracted to men made her wretch. It finally hit home Ian was truly a woman. His body, his mind, everything had been transitioned. Ian was helped to the table for breakfast.
At the table she ate a low calorie breakfast. The man just stared at her. Stared at her breasts.
"Nice tits."
Ian flushed.
"Did I make you blush? Why don't you come here and sit on my lap cutie. I can help to put some meat into your diet if you get my meaning."
Ian got up to leave. The man grabbed her arm. His grip was so strong.
"Where are you going? Can't you take a joke? Sit down we can discuss anything that comes up!"
Then, looked down at his large erection and laughed.
Ian pulled with everything but couldn't break free. Physically the man was too strong.
He pushed Ian to her knees and stood with his cock just in front of her face.
"You know you want it, I bet you're so wet and desperate for it."
Tears streaked Ian's face.
The medical professional came in. The man let Ian go.
"As you see Ian, this man was you, the old you. He is behaving as you used to. What you are feeling is what the women you abused felt."
Ian broke down in tears and wept.
"Congratulations you are on your road to resolving your misogynistic tendencies. Over the coming weeks you are going to undergo the therapy, to understand and heal from your misogynistic past and learn to be a successful woman. A new woman discovering how to interact with the world around you."
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19,612 | You’re My Bitch Now | shooter44n45 | NonConsent/Reluctance | 2005-10-02 | 2005-11-30 | 2022-01-01 15:49:58 | 2 | literotica.com | https://www.literotica.com/s/you-re-my-bitch-now | 1. Neighbor takes a wife against her will. 2. Married woman is forced to serve her neighbor. | ['Anal', 'Bitch', 'Blackmail', 'Cheating', 'Forced', 'Married', 'Neighbor', 'Restrained', 'Slut', 'Wife'] | 4.28 | It had been awhile since I cut loose, spring was here and I was tired of being cooped up in the house alone. I decided to have a get together and invite some friends from work over several weeks ago. Sabrina lived next door, her husband was gone a lot for business and I knew she liked to party a bit and might enjoy the company of others being around so I gave her a call and invited her over too. Besides, it never hurts to invite neighbors in case the party gets too loud.
I strung some lights up around the back deck and got some of those porch torches and sat them around for some extra lighting and ambiance. I had told everyone to show up around 8:30 and bring what he or she wanted to drink although I had picked up a keg of bud light. Sabrina showed up an hour early with some finger foods and Jell-O shots. Being the person she is she wanted to see if there was anything that she could do to help. I thanked her and made a comment on how her jeans sure did fit her nicely. We were known for our occasional flirting but nothing more. I had her open the bag of cups and put them next to the keg and other little things that I hadn't done yet. I ran to my room to finish getting ready.
A few people showed up right on time and several others filtered in every half hour or so up until around 10:00. I invited about 50 people and only 20 or so showed. I mingled with the friends that came and tried to be a good host. I ended up finding myself with a beer in my hand all night long and by 10:00 I was pretty well a drunk host. Everyone else was enjoying their drink as well and little ole Sabrina wasn't wasting time consuming her fair share.
Several times I went into the house to retrieve more pretzels and chips and would bump into Sabrina coming out of the bathroom. She would always smile and keep grab my attention by making some small talk with me. Since the beer had taken over my mind and my testosterone, the one time as she started to walk away I smacked her on the ass. Being the flirt that she was, she turned and winked at me saying, "Careful, I might like that." Several times throughout the night she would grab my attention as I walked by and as I turned my head to her, she would look around to make sure no one was looking and flash her tits at me. Man were her tits perfect, they were like firm melons with perfect up pointed nipples that were pointing straight out.
People started to filter out around 11:00 and by 12:00, everyone was gone, except Sabrina. She was so drunk that she couldn't walk straight to save her life. Her eyes were squinty and she had a permanent smile fixed to her face. She asked if I needed any help with anything and I told her I would clean up in the morning. We sat down outside and talked about lots of things from her kids to her marriage. At one point I started to feel brave again and joked that I was jealous of her husband having such a hot wife around his home all the time. She giggled and blushed saying she didn't think she was all that. I made a comment to her about how much I enjoyed the little flashing that she did to me and in a slurred voice she said she probably shouldn't have done that. She told me she flashes her husband around the house all the time and she just hadn't been thinking.
I decided, being as drunk as I was, that I was going to take advantage of this situation. I stood up and walked over to her chair and raised her shirt up. She half-heartedly fought my hands and I said, "you showed me earlier, show me again." She giggled and I leaned down and sucked her left nipple.
"Hey, peeking is one thing, I never told you that you could touch, let alone lick!"
I got real aggressive in my voice and told her she shouldn't have teased me like that. She apologized and repeated that she had just gotten carried away because she gets horny when she drinks and hadn't had sex in a month since hubby was away. I told her that I stroked my cock many times thinking about her and she smiled at me and said, "really"?
"Yup, I sure do, sometimes I stand in my window and watch you laying out as I pull on my fat cock thinking about how wet your pussy would be if I was inside of it."
She blushed and said, "oh my God, I don't know what to say, want to see it once?"
I thought to myself, this woman has got to be crazy asking me a question like that, of course I want to see it. I not only want to see it, I want to suck it and fuck it for days on end. It had been a couple of months for myself since I had been with a woman.
She stood up, right there on my back deck and wiggled her jeans down, sat back in her chair, spread her legs and pulled her panties aside. This chic was hot to say the least and I was going to find out how hot she wanted to get.
"Wow, that's a hot looking pussy babe, why do I see it glistening a bit?"
"I guess I got wet talking to you about all of this," she said.
I leaned over and stuck my face in her crotch and inhaled her sweet aroma.
"Did you like that," she remarked.
"Like it, I want to taste it," I told her.
"Well if you promise not to tell, I guess you can lick it a couple of times," she said.
I leaned back in and licked her from her taught little asshole slowly up her moist slit, to the top of her clit. I sucked her clit into my mouth and flicked it with my tongue. She rolled her head back and moaned softly.
"Ok, that's enough, you're going to get me even wetter in a minute," she said. I stood up and grabbed her hands and tried to pull her inside the house with me telling her we should take this inside.
"No," She yelled. "I told you just a lick, I can't do anything else and I shouldn't have even let you do that."
"You know you want it or you wouldn't have even showed it to me in the first place you little slut," I yelled at her.
With that, I grabbed her hands firmly and drug her inside with me, locking the door behind us. She struggled against me and I got behind her and pushed her into my room and threw her down on the bed. She looked up at me and pleaded with me to please let her go home. I again called her a little slut and a fucking cock tease. She exclaimed that she was married and didn't want to ruin her marriage. "You should have thought about that before you started showing another man your tits, at HIS own house," I said. Then I grabbed my digital cam and quickly snapped a picture of her lying there on the bed. "You can't take pictures of me," she said.
"Sure I can, now when your husband comes home and sees that you were laying half naked in my bed, he will know what a slut he is married to.
"You forced me in here though," she spit back.
"Yeah, but he doesn't know that, does he," I returned fire with.
I then reached down, and with one hand, grabbed the crotch of her panties and ripped them off her. Then I snapped another picture. By now she was getting quite angry with me and really wanted to go home. I pealed my jeans off and sat down on the bed.
"I'm leaving now," she said as she started to get up.
"No your not you little bitch, your going to take my cock and make it feel good," I told her.
She started to cry and I threw her back down on the bed and held her hands down next to her head. I remembered I had some restraints still tied to my bed frame and reached down and put her left hand in one and then her right hand in another. She fought against me and continued to whimper and fight the bonds I had placed on her. I stood up and removed the rest of my clothes and started to stick my face between her legs. She didn't go for that and proceeded to kick me right in the face. I grabbed her legs and forced them down and apart and placed two more restraints on her. I then grabbed her by the throat and said, "look you little bitch, we can do this the easy way or the hard way, you know you want my dick in you or you wouldn't have teased with me." I then leaned down and started lapping at her cunt. WOW, she was soaking wet, I could not believe how wet it was for someone that was supposedly being taken against their will. I peeked up at her as my tongue assaulted her cunt and her face showed the signs of a woman being pleased, not a woman being taken. "You hot little whore, you're liking this, aren't you," I said.
"No, I want you to stop, your doing this after I begged you not to."
Well I didn't stop; in fact, I shoved two fingers up her pussy and pushed them in as deeply as I could. She whimpered and wigged her body around. I fucked her little pussy with my hand as I continued to lick her and get my fill of her sweet nectar. She fought hard not to cum but it was inevitable. She released hard and squirted pussy juice at me with such force that it splattered against my mouth, I couldn't drink it as fast as it came out.
"Are you happy now," she yelled, "Let me go and I wont call the cops."
"Call them I said, I have pictures of you laying on my bed naked and unrestrained, they would never believe you." "In fact, they will most likely consider it a case of a cheating wife that now has regrets and wants to make it look like a rape," I told her as I chuckled.
"You're a fucking bastard," she screamed at me.
"Your right," I told her. Then I chided back, "and right now you're my little fucking whore."
I crawled up between her legs and rubbed the head of my swollen cock against her dripping cunt.
"Please don't," she begged me. "I don't want to get pregnant."
I rubbed the head on her a bit more and pushed the head into her quivering hole. She groaned a bit and I started my rhythmic thrusting. I placed my hand on her throat and told her if she ended up pregnant that it would be her fault for being such a cock tease. What I didn't tell her was that I had a vasectomy years ago. I picked up my pace and pounded her pussy harder and harder. My hand tightened on her throat and I kept asking her how my fat cock felt in her not stretched out fuck hole. She shook her head back and forth and gagged a few times from the grip I had on her neck. I then released my grip on her and bit her nipple hard. She yelped a bit and I saw her eyes close.
I didn't know if she was trying to block it all out or enjoying it secretly in her mind but she refused to look at me. I finally decided to undo her ankles. I grabbed her legs and spread them wide, lifting them high into the air. I held her feet by grabbing her toes and fucked her so hard the bed banged the wall violently. She whimpered and sprayed my cock with her pussy juice as she had done to my face earlier. Ok, this wasn't against her will now, she could pretend all she wanted but she was getting into it.
I then released her hands, one at a time and made her roll over and reattached the restraints. I then too my hand and started to spank her ass as she whelped loudly from the sting of my hand as it came down harder and harder. I reached down between her creamy thighs and felt her soppy wetness. "Your liking this, aren't you," I scolded at her.
"No, I want to go home, please untie me," she shot back.
"I will untie you when I'm done with you, you're getting punished for being a cock tease," I said.
I continued to smack her ass until it was cherry red. I then started smacking her pussy, once again; it flooded my hand with fuck juice.
I again mounted her, this time from behind and worked my member up into her hole. I rode her as I reached up and grabbed handfuls of hair and yanked her head back. She started to moan and work her ass up and down; finally, she was fucking me back. I kept staring at her tight little asshole. I spit on it and rubbed the tip of my finger around it as she cooed back at me. I then slowly slipped it in and from the inside of her asshole, felt my cock driving into her.
"You like to be ass fucked," I asked her.
"I let my husband have it sometimes, if your going to cum, at least do it in my ass so I don't get pregnant," she said.
I couldn't believe it, she just told me to fuck her up the ass. I pulled my cock out and pushed the head against her asshole and it popped right in. She squealed and remarked that she wasn't used to such a fat cock being in there and to please go-slow. I told her I would go as fast as I wanted and as rough as I wanted. I then proceeded to ravish her tight little ass as I spread her round ass cheeks with my hands. Looking down at it almost made me cum. Her ass was so round and perfect, what more could a man want.
She continued to moan and begged me not to tell her husband or show him the pictures. I thought for several moments while I pummeled her ass with my throbbing rod.
"Tell you what," I said. "You come over and fuck me anyway I want, anytime I want when your husband leaves town, and I wont tell him or show him the pictures."
"That's blackmail," she exclaimed.
"Your right," I scoffed back at her. "And you can either agree to it or not, its your choice."
She whimpered and started to cum, as I spanked her ass hard with my hand.
"Do we have a deal," I asked.
"Make me cum and dump your warm load in my ass and it's a deal," she said.
I grabbed her ass and fucked her as hard and fast as I could, her body tightened and bucked wildly beneath my weight and she screamed out loud.
"You're my bitch now, aren't you Sabrina," I yelled.
"Yes, I'm your bitch, I will be your bitch whenever you want to rape my pussy and make me your little whore."
I fucked her wildly and pulled my cock out, untied her and rolled her over. I looked her in the eyes, reached behind her head and pulled together a handful of hair and thrust my cock back into her cunt. I told her our deal had just changed and that I was going to unload in her pussy and she was going to go home and put a pair of panties on and not wash her pussy until she wakes up. She begged me not to do it and I looked her straight in the eye and let loose the biggest load I have shot in a really long time. I felt it pumping and throbbing deep inside of her and filling her with my seed. I slowly pulled out and leaned back, my cum trickled out of her and she reached down to feel it. Tears started to fill her pretty little eyes and she asked me why. "Relax, I had a vasectomy years ago," I laughed. She sat up and smacked me on the bare chest and called me an asshole. Then she put her arms around my neck and pulled me down on top of her.
My now softening dick lay against her oozing pussy. She kissed me and whispered in my ear that she always had a rape fantasy and thanked me for fulfilling it.
"You just remember the deal," I told her.
"I know," she said. "I promise to be a good little whore for you."
She then got up, gathered her clothes and headed home.
The next afternoon she knocked on my door and told me again what a great time she had and begged me again not to show the pictures to her husband or tell him about the party. I looked her straight in the face, giggled a bit and invited her in to talk about things. She stepped in and I shut the door behind her. I then turned to her and dropped my pants. "Start sucking," I said. "We have a deal, remember?"
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19,613 | Yu Ling in Her Hostel Room | Orange Blossom | NonConsent/Reluctance | 2005-07-30 | 2006-05-18 | 2022-01-01 15:50:54 | 2 | literotica.com | https://www.literotica.com/s/yu-ling-in-her-hostel-room | 1. She's blackmailed fulfill stranger's desires. 2. Two girls pleasures each other in hot shower. | ['Asian', 'Blindfolded', 'Eating Pussy', 'Gagged', 'Hostel', 'Nipple Rings', 'Stranger', 'Vibrators', 'Video'] | 4.12 | It's past midnight and Yu Ling was beginning to get cold feet. Her hands were busy typing away on the computer, chatting on the sex channels on IRC, but her mind was in frenzy. She was panicking, her body slightly shivering from anticipation and the night's chill. "Oh god, oh god. What is going to happen? Oh god oh god oh god, why me of all people?"
In her mind's eye, she could see exactly what transpired a week ago. Back from her afternoon class, Yu Ling found an envelope that someone had slipped underneath the door. That was the spark that led to the chain of events. She had been edgy the whole week, constantly looking over her shoulder, taking showers at the same time with other hostel mates etc. A CD was inside the envelope. She slipped it into her notebook, curious about its content. There was a video clip. With a click of the mouse, the video started playing. And she was the star. She saw herself in the common bathroom, taking one of her late night showers. Her naked body caught on camera, her long black hair slick and clinging to her curves. Then her hands squeezing her big breasts, tugging hard on the silver nipple rings till she gasped. Next was her purple monster dildo vibrator which she plunged deep and fast into her pussy until she came real hard, her mouth in a silent scream. Yu Ling stared transfixed on the screen; she was in total shock. The video ended with a message: wait for me in your room, Saturday midnight next week. Wear only your black G-string and sleeping T-shirt. It was blackmail, but there was nothing else she could do if she wanted to protect herself from shame. She only hoped the sick pervert would not hurt her and leave her alone after that night. A virgin, she wanted to give her virginity to a man she knew was her soul mate. That gentleman was probably lost in space for now. Her toys were the next best alternative to satisfy her insatiable desires. Yu Ling prayed that whatever the stranger wanted to do, didn't involve his dick in her virgin pussy.
It just became Sunday morning. Since Monday was a public holiday, most of the students had left for home and she was the only one left on that particular hostel storey. Fear and anticipation of the unknown had made her wet her G-string and the cushion she was sitting on. The door was slightly ajar as he had instructed. She was merely waiting for the impending sound of heavy footsteps. Finally he made his way to her room. In a harsh voice, he told her not to turn around but to remain seated. Yu Ling tried to breathe normally as she sat where she was, her pussy juices flowing more and her body shivering harder than before. He came closer to her, just behind her. She smelled his perfume. It was a woody and spicy perfume. If it weren't for the present situation, she would find this clean masculine scent appealing. Putting a blindfold over her eyes, he said: "I've been watching you for sometime, and I know how much you want a big cock in your pussy. If you please me tonight, your steamy video clip is safe with me. I promise the only one masturbating with it is me."
He proceeded to tape her mouth, in case "she screamed the house down". She whimpered, enjoying the strange emotions running through her entire body and driving her mind crazy. She wondered how he looked like, but all she could feel was his warm clothes and that attractive scent. Touching her soaked flimsy G-string, he murmured in her ear: "good girl. I'll make sure you soak your bed sheets too. You're in for a good long hard fuck tonight honey." The stranger looked her over and was pleased with his new toy. He was actually her classmate, and after observing her for weeks (in and out of class), had come to the conclusion; that though she appeared shy and reserved in public, Yu Ling could be a wildcat in bed judging by her solo performances. Her nightly showers were almost a ritual – he was also her hostel mate, just a floor above her. Peering from the bathroom's slotted windows; he knew she loved masturbating and kinky sex. She once wore black stockings with garters in the shower, moaning to herself as two vibrators worked in her wet pussy and ass. As for the navel and nipple rings, whoa, that was a bonus. How many good girls had them? He couldn't wait to play with them, and watch her body jerk hard from a big orgasm.
He told her to remove her clothes. She obeyed. Then there was silence again as he drank in his fill of the heavenly sight. He told her to sit at the edge of the chair and to lean back. Yu Ling was visibly shaking and taking short quick breaths. She was partly glad that the blindfold shielded her embarrassment, but fearful of this stranger she could neither see nor know. Stroking her hair, he assured her that he would not hurt her and that he only wanted to fulfill her hidden desires. The stranger knelt in front of her and parted her thighs to reveal her most private possession. He inhaled her feminine scent, and lightly licked her clit. Yu Ling jumped; her instinct was to close her thighs. But the stranger had her thighs firmly spread and was prepared for her initial shock. He continued his exploration, gently sucking on her clit, letting his tongue trail down to her pussy, and then up again on one side of her outer lips. It helped that she had a smooth waxed pussy. Like a soft ripe peach bursting with its juice, enticing all to come and taste it.
The stranger had a plan. Tonight he would make her cum. He would have his pleasure next time. This way, she would crave for his touch again, and he would have her eating out of his hand. So for tonight, he would be content just pleasuring her, and watching her have the biggest orgasm she had ever had.
Yu Ling was carried to her bed, where the stranger told her to leave her legs dangling from the edge of the bed. Making sure she was comfortable lying back, he continued eating her pussy. Soft long licks up and down the outer lips, tongue fucking her pussy, shaking his head side to side vigorously as he let his tongue slide over her clit while his hands continued squeezing and kneading her lovely breasts. He twisted her nipple rings hard and was rewarded with a gentle arch of her back and a muffled groan. Wanting to take her to the next level, the stranger grabbed his mini vibrators with the alligator clamps and placed them on her nipple rings. "You love it, don't you slut. Your body was made for fucking, and I'll take my time. Your pussy is mine, and I'll do as I please. So if you be a good girl you'll be safe."
She clenched her fists hard as the waves of pleasure hit her. The feelings of restraint brought on by the blindfold and gag heightened her senses, and she felt like a slut. Half of her mind was going: "No, I don't want this. I didn't ask for this!" While the other half was saying: "oh god oh god, more more! He'd better give me an orgasm! Oooo!" The bizarre situation she was in, the pleasure this stranger seemed intent on giving her was beyond her comprehension. Feelings of turmoil, that she was a good girl and was not supposed to enjoying these erotic pleasures with someone who blackmailed her and probably wanted to rape her were mixed with the body's yearning for release. She couldn't help but wriggled her butt. The dilemma of getting off with a possible rapist, her mind protesting against these forced sensations caused tears of frustration. He touched her blindfold and knew she was crying. Good, he was fucking her mind too.
The stranger grinned as he instructed her not to come without his permission. If she did, he would do worse things to her. And while the vibrators did their evil work on her sore nipples, their soft whirring breaking the silence and the occasional groans, he resumed his dessert. The bed sheets were moist below her, and her body was uncontrollably shivering. Now it wasn't shivering from fear. It was begging for release. Her pussy was glistening from all her juices and his saliva, her clit swollen and aching for his touch. He didn't hold back. Pleased that Yu Ling was trying her best to not come, he licked harder at her clit, suckling and nipping with his teeth. He also teased her ass, deftly reaming her small cute hole. His tongue fucking was now replaced by two of his thick fingers. They were in her warm tight pussy, tickling her G-spot and stimulating her further both mind and body. His own cock was excited too, but he controlled his urges. Pulling hard at her nipple rings always elicited more groans from her, bringing pain and one more step closer to orgasm.
The final step. He took out his long thick vibrator, lubed it and gently inserted it into her ass. It was getting harder for her to not come as the new sensations invaded her. Her breasts and clit felt sore and she knew they were swollen and red. Now he had a bloody vibrator in her super sensitive ass, she was more than ready to let go. "Remember the rule, honey. I haven't given you permission." Increasing the power of the mini vibrators to the highest, and placing a wooden peg on her wet clit, she was ready for the biggest orgasm.
Her clit was throbbing badly from whatever he had clamped it with and the mini vibrators were whirring louder than ever. Her ass could not stop twitching and if her constant moans and groans were making him excited as well, she didn't care. She gave up trying to reject the wonderfully wicked feelings and concentrated only on coming. He his fingers hard into her pussy again, the two digits making a 'come here' sign which would stimulate her G-spot perfectly. Faster and faster his hand went, her juices bubbling from his efforts. Yu Ling was jerking her body more and more, arching her back further and further and her hands clutched the bed sheets so hard the ends had come off. Her groans were longer and higher pitched. Swollen breasts with the rings and vibrators dangling from them swayed with her body and perspiration cloaked her sexy figure. The stranger had never seen such a beautiful creature and he was satisfied with his handiwork.
Going near her ear, he whispered the words she was longing to hear: "Come, my beautiful slut". His fingers plunged one last time in her very wet pussy and he bit hard on the top of her right breast. She screamed her hardest, losing her senses for the moment as she came. He totally blew her mind with all the wicked tortures her body received. As she slowly returned from her orgasm, her body was still pulsing from the aftermath. Her pussy had also squirted female cum onto the floor. This was the second time she had ever done this.
Removing all his toys from her sweaty body, he told her to count to 30 before removing her blindfold or gag. Then he quickly left the bedroom, knowing that he would return in due time. She took quite some time to recuperate from her shattering orgasm. After removing both restraints, she clumsily clothed herself and somehow made her way to the shower. Yu Ling was still in a daze when she returned from her quick hose down. The lights were off; she was in bed, unable to sleep for a very long time.
On Tuesday morning, Yu Ling woke up to find an envelope on the floor near the door. Half-guessing, she played the video clip that was in the CD. The stranger had videotaped their recent tryst. He had made sure to wear all black, and his head covered by a ski hood. His message this time was: "I'll be back. Thanks for the fantastic porn video."
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19,614 | Yuko's Punishment | loveking | NonConsent/Reluctance | 2007-01-08 | 2013-08-28 | 2022-01-01 15:50:56 | 4 | literotica.com | https://www.literotica.com/s/yukos-punishment | 1. Young Japanese office girl is humiliated. 2. Young Japanese office girl's continued humiliation. 3. Japanese office girl's continued humiliation and abuse. 4. Japanese Office Girl's Continued Humiliation and abuse. | ['Bukake', 'Cyber Sex', 'Deep Throat', 'Fisting', 'Humiliation', 'Masturbation'] | 4.55 | Yuko had been working in London for a year now and although she was still working for the same Japanese company she preferred the liberation that female employees appeared to have here. In Japan she still shuddered inside as she remembered her old boss.
He constantly made her feel uneasy with his lewd remarks and constant leering at her. Now she enjoyed the freedom of being able to wear a short skirt or low cut top without fearing her old boss's comments and advances.
When Yuko had been offered the chance to work in London she had hesitated at first. It was a big step to take for a twenty-four year old Japanese girl to leave the safety of her parent's home and travel to London. She had also recently met her first serious boyfriend but decided that her career must come first. She missed him a lot though and regularly emailed him, telling him about her new life and promising him that she would one day return to Japan and hoped he would still be waiting for her.
Yuko's male colleagues certainly enjoyed seeing her around the office. During the past year a few of them had asked her for a date but each time she would politely refuse. She gradually gained a reputation, perhaps unfairly, of being a tease. This reputation as a tease was caused, in no small part, by the way she usually dressed.
In Japan she would have blended in with all the other young women around the office wearing a reasonably short dark skirt, white blouse and moderately high heels. In the London office she stood out from the larger western women, making them look fat and plain by comparison. Her slim petite figure, pert breasts and long legs attracted the attention of every red-blooded male in the office.
Yuko was naively unaware of the effect she was having on her male colleagues. She kept busy and worked hard, soon gaining a string of promotions and becoming head of her department. Most of the men that lusted after her now had to report to her as their immediate boss.
Yuko proved to be a very efficient boss but the position and power she now had went to her head, causing friction and ill feeling amongst her predominantly male staff.
Now that she was departmental head she had her own office. The main advantage she found was that she could lock the door and have some privacy. Sometimes when she was alone in her locked office she would smile to her self wondering how her male colleagues would react if they could see what she did behind her locked door.
She had been feeling lonely for a long time and missed her old boyfriend back in Japan. They had been in regular contact via email and recently had started to use an Instant Messenger service on their computers. Yuko and her boyfriend both used their own laptop computers at work and the boyfriend was quick to point out that they should perhaps take advantage of the built-in web cams so they would be able to see each other.
On this particular day, Yuko, as usual, had locked her office door at lunchtime. Her pretence was that she always had a power sleep at lunchtime and did not want to be disturbed.
The time difference between London and Japan meant that it was early evening for her boyfriend.
Yuko logged on to the IM service.
During the past few days her boyfriend had been telling her how much he missed her and the conversations had been regularly turning towards sex. Yuko was still quite naive and had only lost her virginity to her boyfriend a month or so before she had left Japan.
Since moving to London she had promised herself that she would remain faithful to him but was often driven to masturbation to relieve her sexual desires.
Yuko had surprised herself by admitting her masturbation to her boyfriend. If they had been face to face or on the telephone she knew she would never have mentioned it but somehow the IM was different. After admitting to him that she regularly masturbated he admitted to doing the same.
Their discussions now regularly moved to the same topic and, on the previous day, Yuko suggested to her boyfriend that she would like to watch him as he masturbated. As she had typed her request and hit the 'send' button, she could hardly believe that she had been so bold. As she started to worry about how he might react, his message came back immediately saying that he thought the idea sounded like fun!
All of this had happened the day before and now they were back again live. As Yuko finished logging on to the IM service her boyfriend's image came onto the screen. At the same time her image appeared next to his, showing that they were both now live and on-line.
They started to chat about the weather and the health of his family, but soon the conversation turned to the old topic of masturbation.
As Yuko sat looking at her laptop screen her mind was filled with fond memories of sex with her boyfriend. She remembered how shy she had felt the first time he had undressed her. Her mind wandered back, remembering his fumbling fingers as he started to take off her clothes. She remembered him looking longingly at her when she was wearing just her bra and panties knowing that she would soon be naked for the first time in front of a man.
As these thoughts filled her mind she remembered her own curiosity about his body. She had felt uncertain about what she should do as he stripped off her clothes. Finally, when she was completely naked, she remembered the feeling of excitement that swept through her young inexperienced body as he stood up and took off his own clothes. Even now she blushed as she remembered boldly staring at his crotch as he stood in front of her wearing just his underwear. That feeling of excitement mounted in its intensity as she remembered him grasping her hand and guiding it towards the intriguing bulge.
She remembered feeling the bulge in his underpants, her confidence growing all the time, impatient to hold him in her hand. She blushed again as she remembered feeling bold and, for the first time in her life, reached for the waistband of his underpants and pulled them down. She remembered gasping aloud as his erect cock sprung into view. It looked huge and she wondered how it could possibly fit inside her. Once more he took her hand and guided it to his stiff cock. She had held it and felt its hot stiffness in her small hand.
Still gazing at the screen of her laptop Yuko realised that her fond memories had turned her on and she was feeling horny.
Maybe it was this horny mood that played a part in what happened next.
She checked the time and was pleased to realise that there were still fifty minutes or so left of her lunch break. Fifty minutes where she could still have the door safely locked.
She typed in a message,
"I was just remembering back to our first time and it has made me feel horny!"
He replied,
"What a coincidence. I was just thinking about the same thing. Remembering the shy look on your face as I undressed you that first time and gazed at your sexy body. Just thinking of undressing you has given me an erection."
Yuko replied,
"Do you feel like you want to masturbate?
"Yes", he replied.
Yuko hesitated before replying,
"Can I watch like I suggested yesterday?"
Yuko could not believe how bold she was being but when she looked at the screen and saw that her boyfriend had stood up and was already removing his trousers, she felt excited.
The image on her screen was of her boyfriend's torso. She could see the tops his muscular thighs and his stomach muscles. Of course the part that interested her most was the huge bulge which was only just being restrained by his underpants.
She watched him move as he leaned forward to type a message.
A few seconds later his words came onto her screen,
"What do you want me to do now?"
She knew full well that he knew exactly what she wanted but he wanted her to actually spell it out.
Feeling more horny than ever she typed her bold reply,
"Show me your stiff cock my darling."
Yuko was surprised by how much this new 'cyber sex' experience was turning her on and found herself forgetting about her surroundings and the fact she was still at work.
Her left hand wandered down to her lap as she watched her boyfriend's stiff cock spring into view as he pulled down his underpants. She touched her self through the fabric of her skirt, realising that she was already wet, as she looked at his cock standing stiff and fully erect.
Just before Yuko had left Japan she had wanted to watch him cum. She remembered the sensations now of gripping his cock and rubbing it as he lay on his back. She remembered seeing his body tense and feeling his cock pulsate in her hand as his hot spunk suddenly erupted, splashing her arm and her hand.
Now she wanted to see him cum again.
"Rub it for me darling," she typed, "let me watch you cum."
Her boyfriend quickly replied,
"I would love to let you watch me cum but I also want something from you."
"What do you want from me? She replied.
"I want you to move back from the camera so I can see all of you. I then want you to let me see how you masturbate!"
For a moment Yuko wasn't sure what to do but the idea of showing herself to him via the Internet somehow appealed to her and added to her feelings of arousal.
She just typed a reply of,
"OK" and moved her chair back until she was sure that he could see all of her.
She watched as his hand gripped his stiff cock and slowly pulled back the foreskin to reveal the shiny purple head.
She wished so much that he was here with her now so that they could make love.
She looked directly into the camera in her laptop, imagining she was looking directly into his eyes, and started to unfasten her blouse. She unfastened the buttons one by one, starting at the top, until her blouse fell open to reveal a pretty blue floral bra. With her blouse hanging open she slipped the straps of her bra from her shoulders and then pulled each cup down to reveal her stiffening nipples. She moved her hands up and cupped each breast; gently playing with her nipples, imagining it was her boyfriend's hands. Her nipples stiffened and became very sensitive as she gently pinched and teased them. All the while she watched her screen as her boyfriend slowly masturbated.
With one hand still cupping and squeezing one of her breasts she moved the other down to the hem of her skirt. She tried to imagine the look on her boyfriend's face as she slowly lifted her skirt higher and higher. She lifted herself off of the seat for a moment so she could pull the skirt right up around her waist and reveal her matching blue floral panties.
Earlier on, when she had initially made her bold request to her boyfriend, she had only intended to watch him. The idea of her actually undressing or acting provocatively in her office had never entered her head.
Now, only fifteen minutes or so later she knew that she would do exactly as he had asked.
With her breasts on show and her skirt pulled up around her waist, she slowly let her legs fall apart and then her hand moved down between them. She could feel her wetness soaking through the panties and as she touched herself she knew she could easily make herself cum.
She watched her boyfriend thrusting his stiff cock in his hand and imagined that he was thrusting it into her. She knew how he liked to see between her legs and in one swift movement she pulled her panties to one side, thrilled and excited to know she was exposing her wet pussy to him.
Her fingers traced a teasing path over her wet lips, gently pulling her outer lips apart.
Feelings of pure lust were starting to sweep through her body and she could not resist thrusting a finger deep inside herself.
She could see from the image on her screen that he was getting close to his orgasm. His thrusts were becoming more urgent and his cock looked stiffer than ever. She squeezed her breast hard and thrust a second finger inside herself, fucking herself with her fingers and now lightly brushing her clit with each thrust of her hand.
She felt the waves of pleasure build and build until she was almost out of control. She hesitated just for a moment, two fingers pushed hard inside her. She stared at the screen and saw her boyfriends cock spurt the first of his hot spunk. She imagined she could feel his spunk flooding her insides as her own orgasm suddenly exploded in her. She bit her lip, trying to stop herself making too much noise as her orgasm swept through her.
Gradually it subsided. She watched her boyfriend's cock still dribbling the last of his spunk as she withdrew her fingers from her soaking wet pussy and re-arranged her panties.
Suddenly she panicked as she heard a knock on her door and realised that the lunch break had finished.
She shouted out, "just a minute" as she quickly pulled the bra back over her breasts and hurriedly fastened the buttons on her blouse. She stood up; smoothing down her crumpled skirt, and started to head for the door to unlock it. Just as she opened the door she glanced back at her laptop and, horrified, could see that her boyfriends cock was still displayed on the screen with his spunk still dribbling from the tip.
As her boss entered the room she knew he had noticed her creased and crumpled skirt and her general dishevelled appearance. She thought she had time to step between him and her lap-top to block the view but knew it was too late when he said, "Yuko, I think you should now log off from your boyfriends cock."
She felt herself blush bright red as she reached for her laptop and closed it down.
She turned toward her boss, curious as to what he wanted and why he had knocked on the door.
As she looked at him he just looked her directly in the eyes and said, "We have a company meeting in the morning at 9am in the international conference room. Please make sure you are there on time because we will be having a video conference with the Tokyo head office and you know how impatient your old boss can be!
With that he turned around and left the office.
Yuko felt annoyed with her self about being so foolish during working hours at the office. She was also puzzled as to why her boss had not said any more about catching her looking at her boyfriend's cock on her laptop.
It could be a lot worse she thought to herself, he could have somehow unlocked the door, burst in and caught her masturbating while she watched her boyfriend.
Yuko almost shuddered with horror at the thought of her boss or any of her male colleagues catching her like that.
During her journey home she wondered what the reason for the video conference the following day was. The video conference system was the only thing that still reminded her of the Tokyo office. It wasn't used that often and when it was it was usually used to humiliate an errant employee. She was certain that European law would not allow most of the things that she and her colleagues had had to witness.
She remembered the poor unfortunate girl from the Tokyo office who had been caught sending indecent images of her self to her boyfriend. A video- conference was called and, with all the staff from all the worlds offices watching, Yuko's Japanese boss made the poor girl strip naked and "share" her nakedness with all the staff. Yuko had heard of other punishments but all of these were before she joined the company.
The following day, as Yuko made her way to work, she could not get the thought of the video conference out of her head. As she entered the office building she felt a feeling of impending danger. She kept telling herself that the restless night she had had and the feelings she was having now were irrational and there was nothing to fear.
Yuko was pleased that she was early and still had some time to spare before the 9am meeting. She busied herself checking emails in her office before finally setting off to the international conference room.
Yuko had never been inside the room before and when she entered she was surprised that it was not as large as she expected. She looked around noting that most of her colleagues were already seated. It was arranged like a lecture theatre in a university with the seats arranged in tiers and a platform in the centre for the speaker or lecturer.
The outer walls were filled with large TV screens and there were TV cameras placed in strategic places so that images from almost anywhere in the room could be beamed to the head office in Japan and to the screens on the walls.
The central platform was empty except for a desk. Yuko wondered why there should just be an empty desk, no chair, no computer, just an empty desk.
She was about to find out.
The buzz of idle chat from her predominantly male colleagues filled the room as they all waited. Yuko's boss walked purposefully to the central platform and the room fell silent. He stood by the desk and then looked around. The TV screens flickered momentarily and then everyone could see their Japanese colleagues in a similar room in Japan.
Yuko's boss then started the proceedings by saying, "Yuko, please come and join me on the platform."
Yuko's heart skipped a beat. Her boss had a reputation for putting his staff on the spot in meetings and she hoped that she would be able to cope with any questions or facts that he might ask of her. She had naively brought all the current files with her just in case she needed them.
She moved down past her colleagues clutching the files in her hand.
When she reached the platform she looked into her boss's eyes to try and get a clue about what the meeting was about but he just smiled politely and said, "Good morning Yuko. Please face the camera because our Japanese boss would like to address you personally."
Yuko was surprised. It was unusual for the Japanese boss to speak personally to ordinary members of staff, especially the women.
She was aware of a TV camera looking directly at her as the Japanese boss, whose image was on the large screen in front of her, said, "Good morning Miss Yuko."
Yuko stayed silent but momentarily bowed her head to show respect.
He continued, "As part of our streamlining program we have been monitoring the use of all the company's computers."
Yuko felt her heart jump and a sudden feeling of dread filled her body.
"Yesterday lunchtime the monitoring service witnessed a particularly interesting session involving your lap-top and the company's wireless network."
Yuko's heart sank as she desperately wondered what would happen next.
He continued, "Your indiscretion was recorded and will now be shown to the whole organisation."
Yuko felt horrified as the images on the screens changed and staring down at her were images of her boyfriend on some screens and her sitting in her office on the others.
She could feel the expectant tension building in the room as all of her colleagues witnessed the exchange of messages that had taken place during the previous lunch break.
She blushed furiously, hearing the raucous noise and comments from her work colleagues as she watched her boyfriend undress and expose his stiff cock.
She then froze and wished the floor would just open up and she could disappear as she realised that everyone was about to watch her masturbate.
Yuko was relieved that the images of her opening her top to show her breasts were a little blurred. She continued to watch the recording and listened to her colleagues cheer as she lifted her skirt, opened her legs and started to masturbate. The noise of her colleagues reached a crescendo when she pulled her panties to one side to show her boyfriend her vagina.
Finally, still blushing furiously, she listened to the cheer from her colleagues as her boyfriend shot his load of hot spunk.
For a few seconds the images were frozen on the screen; her boyfriend's cock with the spunk still dribbling down the side and her, with her breasts lewdly displayed and her legs wide apart with her hand pressed between them.
As Yuko stood helplessly on the platform she wondered what would happen next.
Her thoughts were interrupted when the Japanese boss spoke to the hushed room.
"Yuko," he said, "What we have all just witnessed can only be described as gross misconduct. The punishment for gross misconduct is usually instant dismissal."
Yuko's mind was now racing wondering what would happen.
He continued, "I have checked your work record with your English boss and it appears that you are very talented and good at your job. It would be a shame to lose you so I am going to give you a choice.
You have only two options; accept instant dismissal and lose your job or, accept a punishment chosen by me."
Yuko thought back to the girl she had seen punished in Tokyo. She remembered wondering how the girl had felt as she stripped naked for all her colleagues to see. Yuko was in no doubt that her punishment would involve some kind of humiliation but she was already convincing herself that she should accept the punishment rather than lose her job.
Yuko looked directly into the TV camera as if she was talking directly to the Japanese boss and asked, "please tell me what the punishment will be."
There was a long silence before he replied, "I must have your decision first before I disclose the details of your punishment. You also need to realise that if you choose the punishment you cannot change your mind. If you fail to comply fully with the punishment you will be dismissed immediately from the company."
Yuko stood staring at her feet trying to find the courage to accept the punishment. Although she still didn't know what it would be she was pretty sure it would involve her taking off her clothes. As she tried to find the courage her mind drifted to her boyfriend and she smiled inwardly as she remembered him telling her once about a fantasy he had of her stripping naked in front of a group of men. She remembered being curious about why this turned him on and was surprised when he said he wanted to see how aroused the men would become. They had talked at length about this and he went on to ask her how she would feel having made so many men aroused and erect.
As she stood on the platform she realised that maybe her boyfriend's fantasy was about to come true!
Yuko raised her head and spoke clearly, "OK, I accept the punishment."
"Good!" said the Japanese boss, "I have already discussed and agreed it with your immediate boss. He will instruct you what to do while I, and the rest of the world-wide staff, watch. Please remember that you must complete the punishment to the satisfaction of your boss or you will still be fired!
There was a general 'buzz' of expectation in the conference room as Yuko's colleagues excitedly discussed what might happen next. Over the years they had heard many rumours, originating from the head office in Japan, about female staff being punished by sexual humiliation.
Yuko's immediate boss spoke and the buzz subsided into an expectant silence.
He said, "You have all heard Yuko accept the punishment and you are all invited to stay and watch. Anyone who does no want to watch is free to leave and must leave now."
Yuko looked around the packed conference room and saw that nobody left.
Even the few females that she classed as friends were staying to watch.
The men were busy talking amongst themselves, excited and expectant of the events that would follow.
"OK," her boss continued, "This is the last chance for anyone who does not want to witness or participate in the sexual humiliation of Yuko."
Almost without exception Yuko had been the topic of conversation amongst the men since the first day she arrived. The gist of the many conversations was always the same, "I'd love to see her naked on my bed!"
Now they realised that part of their fantasies were about to be made real.
The few female colleagues, if they were honest, were jealous of Yuko's slim sexy figure and, as they waited to watch her punishment, they realised they were feeling excited at the thought of her being humiliated.
As the men and women had their own private thoughts and fantasies of what might happen next Yuko was feeling more and more nervous. This had been made worse when she had heard her boss use the word 'participate'. What did he mean? What were they going to do to her?
"QUIET PLEASE!" her boss shouted.
The room fell silent.
"Now that you have all decided to stay I will explain the punishment to you all and Yuko.
Our company rule is that the punishment should always match the crime.
As you all witnessed earlier, Yuko enjoyed playing with herself as she watched her boyfriend masturbate. It was also obvious that she enjoyed exposing her breasts to him and then her vagina as she watched him wank."
There was a low murmur amongst her colleagues as they began to realise that their wildest dreams might be about to come true.
He continued, "Yuko, I am going to ask for male volunteers to come and join us on the platform. I will then ask them to strip to their underwear. You must then arouse them all by stripping off your clothes for them until you are naked. The volunteers will be free to strip completely at any time and masturbate as they look at you.
Any questions?"
"No", Yuko replied.
He continued, "there is one more stipulation that our Japanese boss insisted on. Any of the men who volunteer and decide to masturbate are free to ejaculate as they wish but they must ejaculate onto you, Yuko!"
Yuko had secretly been waiting and dreading for this element to be introduced. When she was in Japan she had seen pictures of 'bukake', a Japanese fetish involving many men ejaculating onto a girl. She had seen pictures of girls covered with cum, usually all over their faces, and although it looked disgusting she had often wondered what it would feel like to be the centre of attention at one of these bukake parties.
She remembered feeling shocked when her boyfriend had once shown her a movie of a bukake party and confessed to her that he had a secret fantasy of seeing her in that situation. At the time Yuko did not understand how her boyfriend could possibly want her to be humiliated in such a way. He explained to her that he liked the idea of other men being turned on by her sexy body and then ejaculating onto her. Yuko still did not fully understand how her boyfriend would want to see her covered in other men's spunk but it had planted a seed of inquisitiveness in her head and sometimes, during moments of wild fantasies she had imagined making his fantasy come true.
Now, with a sudden clarity, she knew she would soon be finding out exactly what this bukake was all about.
"Any questions now?"
The room fell silent.
"OK, I need any volunteers to make their way to the platform please."
Yuko looked up with panic in heart as nearly every man in the room started to make their way to the front.
They crowded round the platform looking at her with lust in their eyes. She concentrated on trying to keep calm as she watched each of them strip down to his underwear. the platform looking at her with lust in their eyes. She concentrated on trying to keep calm as she watched each of them strip down to his underwear.
Yuko was shocked to find her gaze drawn to the many different shapes and sizes being concealed by the men's underpants.
Yuko felt uncertain what to do next until her boss said, "Yuko, you must now obey all of the instructions that I give you; understood?"
"Yes," said Yuko nervously.
"Your punishment will not be complete until you have followed all of my instructions and our boss in Japan is satisfied that you have been sufficiently punished; understood?"
"Yes," said Yuko.
"Please get up onto the desk Yuko."
Yuko looked at him questioningly.
"Up on the desk NOW," he ordered.
She struggled but managed to scramble onto the desk, standing in the centre.
"Well done Yuko," he said. "Now look around at all of your male colleagues. You will notice that some of them are already erect just with the anticipation of what they hope is to come. Your job now is to arouse them, as you aroused your boyfriend yesterday.
Before we continue Yuko I just want to remind you that the cameras are sending the images of this little meeting to all of our offices!
Now take off your blouse!"
Yuko looked around at her colleagues. All of them were staring up at her. Waiting for the first glimpse of her bra.
She stood there hesitating, her head lowered, gazing at her feet when suddenly she heard the voice of the Japanese boss shouting via the loudspeakers, "Yuko, if you do not do as you are told then I will instruct your colleagues to tear of your clothes one by one!"
Yuko straightened, looked up and then stared directly into the TV camera with a defiant look on her face and reached for the top button of her blouse. She felt very apprehensive and scared but her strong feelings of honour made her determined to see this punishment through to the end.
One by one she unfastened the buttons and then swiftly took it off to reveal her pale blue bra. She heard low whistles of appreciation from her colleagues and noticed, with some pride, that the number of stiff bulges was increasing.
She waited for the next instruction, wondering if it would be the bra or her skirt. She was not surprised when her boss said, "now take off your skirt Yuko."
She wished it had been winter because she would have been wearing a lot more clothes but during the recent hot weather she had not even worn any tights. Under her skirt were just her bare legs and her matching blue panties.
She reached for the zip and pulled it down. Wriggling her hips a little she let the skirt fall to the floor where she stepped out of it and pushed it to one side with her foot.
There were more low whistles and murmurs of appreciation from her male colleagues as they feasted their collective eyes on her. She looked around at them again and saw that every one was now erect and bulging from their underpants.
She looked back to the camera, knowing that her Japanese boss would be glued to his screen waiting for the final two items to be removed.
Her boss continued, "Yuko, take off your bra."
The room went completely silent as her colleagues anticipated their first glimpse of her breasts.
Yuko took a deep breath to calm her self and then reached behind her to unfasten the bra. As she unclipped the fastening she felt the secure feeling of the bra cups slacken and knew that the next move was to reveal her breasts.
She seductively lowered each shoulder strap whilst holding the bra against her self. Then, with a sudden feeling of deep shyness rushing through her body, she moved her arms and let the bra fall to the floor. Before she could think her boss said, "now place your hands behind you and slowly turn around so we can all see your breasts."
Yuko did as she was told, turning slowly round, looking at the male eyes that were all gazing at her pert breasts. She was amazed and surprised to feel a tingle of excitement as the collective gaze somehow caressed her naked breasts making her nipples stiffen.
She noticed that a few of the men had started to rub themselves, one of her colleagues had his hand down the front of his underpants and was obviously wanking!
Her thoughts were interrupted by her boss saying, "Gentlemen, if you feel the need to masturbate please do it openly and don't try to hide it."
Yuko found herself looking directly at the head of sales almost daring him with her gaze to be the first to openly masturbate. She remembered how he was usually the ringleader at company parties so if anyone were going to be bold it would be him.
As she looked at the head of sales her boss then said, "Yuko, now take off your panties."
Yuko decided to keep looking at the head of sales as she slipped her hands into the waistband of her panties and started to push them down her thighs.
Inch by inch, she lowered them until her pubic hair was completely visible. When she could no longer reach without bending over she stooped down and swiftly removed them completely before standing up straight again.
Now completely naked she returned her gaze to the head of sales. He returned her gaze and she could see the look of pure lust in his eyes as he reached for his underpants and pushed them down over his thighs. He quickly took them off and then stood straight. Yuko's eyes were drawn to his quite magnificent cock that was fully erect and his large hairy balls hanging freely beneath it. He lewdly stroked it with his hand before gripping it tightly and then slowly started to wank.
This was appeared to be the signal for the others who had obviously not wanted to be the first. One by one they stripped completely, standing proud with their stiff cocks in their hands.
Yuko could feel the tension mounting in the room as her boss said, "Yuko please turn around slowly again so we can all appreciate your complete nakedness.
Yuko did as she was asked, once more feeling the collective gaze of the men caressing her nakedness.
As she turned she watched the men openly rubbing their stiff cocks as they gazed at her.
Yuko was amazed and horrified to feel herself starting to get aroused. She kept telling herself that this was totally humiliating but somehow it was turning her on. She could feel herself getting wet.
Her boss then gave his next instruction.
"Yuko, lay down on the desk on your back."
She stooped down trying to preserve her modesty by keeping her knees together and then quickly lay on her back with her legs tightly closed.
He continued by saying, "very good Yuko."
He then addressed her colleagues, "I suggest you all try to gather by Yuko's feet or alternatively if there is not enough room for you all then look at the TV screens."
There was a shuffling of feet and a great feeling of expectation as most of the men moved to her feet end of the desk he continued, "Yuko, as you have no doubt noticed already, you have managed to excite every man in the room.
Yesterday you were selfish and kept your activities secret. Today you will share with all of us.
Yuko, the time has arrived for you to show us all your cunt!"
Yuko felt the panic rise again as she heard her vagina described so bluntly as her CUNT.
"Yuko, open your legs and let us all see."
For the first time Yuko felt that she could not do as she was being asked.
"Maybe you need some help?" her boss asked.
Before she could reply she heard him say, "would any of you ladies like to help Yuko fulfil her punishment?"
Yuko looked from left to right trying to see if there was a response. She heard two familiar voices say, "yes, we'll help."
Yuko recognised them immediately. It had long been a rumour that they were lesbians and Yuko was rapidly starting to realise that the rumour was probably correct!
Before Yuko realised what was happening they were standing either side of the desk next to her knees.
"Thank you girls," said Yuko's boss, "can you please assist us by opening Yuko's legs so we can all enjoy a wonderful view of her cunt.
Yuko," he continued, "please relax and let the girls help you, after all you don't want to fail now do you?"
Yuko tried to relax as the girls gave her a reassuring glance before placing their hands between her knees. Slowing but surely they eased her knees apart. As they parted her knees Yuko felt her vagina starting to be exposed.
Yuko had been in the habit for some time now of shaving the hair from her vulva and just leaving a tidy 'bush' above. She was now regretting having freshly shaved this morning. She knew that as soon as her thighs were parted her vagina would be clearly on view, completely hairless.
As the girls moved Yuko's knees further apart they started to lift her legs as well. Slowly but surely Yuko felt herself being fully exposed to her colleagues.
Even though she had resigned her self to submitting to this humiliation she still felt herself blushing as she realised that her vagina was already very moist. A fact that had definitely not gone unnoticed by the two girls.
With Yuko now fully exposed they lifted her legs up, each girl placing a leg on her shoulder.
Her humiliation was made worse now when she heard her Japanese boss announce via the speaker system, "Yuko, from the first time I met you at my office in Japan I tried to imagine what you would look like naked. Now I have that privilege together with your work colleagues. Judging by the number of stiff cocks being wanked, your colleagues are obviously enjoying the view of your delightful cunt and exquisite looking arsehole."
Although she knew her vagina was fully exposed to the gaze of her work colleagues it felt like a spot light had been shone between her legs leaving her in no doubt whatsoever that they could also see her arsehole.
Her Japanese boss continued, "Yuko, so far you have taken your punishment well. I was going to insist that you masturbate while we all watched but I have now changed my mind."
Yuko suddenly felt relieved although, in a deep, almost hidden corner of her mind, she felt disappointed. Yes, disappointed. Despite, or maybe because of, the humiliation, she was feeling very aroused. She could feel the wetness on her labia as her colleagues enjoyed the view.
Her relief was short lived when he continued, "instead of watching you finger yourself I want the girls to do it for you while the men ejaculate onto your face and breasts!"
Yuko jumped as though she had just received an electric shock as one of the girls touched the moist lips of her vagina with the tips of her fingers.
Yuko was surprised at how quickly she accepted being touched intimately by another woman. The woman knew exactly how to stimulate her and Yuko was becoming more and more aroused as she closed her mind to reality and concentrated on the feelings of pleasure she was feeling between her legs.
Soon both girls were busy between Yuko's outstretched thighs.
Yuko felt there finger tips delicately brushing her moist sensitive lips. As one traced the outline of her vagina the other traced her finger in small circles around, but never quite touching, her clit.
The men were getting more and more turned on as they watched the action. One of the younger ones knew he was almost at the point of no return and moved forward to the desk and Yuko.
Yuko felt the head of his stiff cock brush against her cheek and then the sudden warm flood of his spunk splashing onto her face.
As the warm spunk trickled over her face it appeared to act as the trigger.
Yuko could see and feel the men crowding close to the table. As she tried to look around all she could see were stiff cocks, all pointing in her direction.
She felt another stiff cock boldly brush across her forehead before releasing a flood of hot spunk. She closed her eyes to prevent the spunk from getting into them. She felt someone climb onto the desk and kneel astride her. She momentarily opened one eye, feeling the spunk on her eyelid, just in time to see the man ejaculate onto her tits.
Yuko tried to resist her own rising pleasure but felt powerless as raw animal urges filled her head and her senses.
As more spunk splashed onto her face she felt one of the girls slide a finger deep inside her as another finger expertly teased her clit.
Yuko could not disguise a sudden moan of pleasure and, as her mouth fell open with a sigh, another of her colleagues released his load onto her face. The surrounding men watched as Yuko licked around her mouth and tasted the spunk, her actions turning them on even more. One or two were now squeezing her tits as they wanked, roughly pulling at her nipples.
The two girls sensed with pride that Yuko would soon cum.
Yuko heard the Japanese boss excitedly ask the girls to "open her cunt and show us all how wet she is."
She felt the girls gently but firmly stretching her moist lips apart, opening her up for everyone to see.
She the hot breath of one of the girls on her wet and exposed cunt and then physically jumped as the girls tongue started to lick her exposed flesh.
Yuko had never experienced such a strong feeling of sexual pleasure before and rapidly surrendered her self completely to the expert tongue licking her cunt.
Waves of pleasure started to surge through her naked body. The girl's tongue flicked over Yuko's engorged clit and that was enough to trigger her orgasm.
Her whole body tensed and shook as the girl clamped her mouth over Yuko's clit.
Yuko screamed out loud with uncontrollable passion as the biggest orgasm of her entire life racked her body.
Some of the men squeezed her tits painfully, which just seemed to add to her pleasure.
Hot spunk was now splashing all over her naked body but mostly onto her face.
Yuko's boss was now standing naked directly behind Yuko's head.
Yuko's orgasm was now subsiding together with the activity around her.
As the room became silent Yuko slowly opened her eyes. She could feel the spunk slowly trickling down her face and body. She looked around briefly and saw that she was still surrounded by cocks, but most of them were now flaccid still dribbling the last of their spunk.
The girl who had so expertly given Yuko the orgasm had now lifted her head and was smiling up at her; her mouth now glistening with Yuko's juices.
Only one stiff cock remained; her boss's.
As Yuko leaned her head back to see her boss standing behind her she knew immediately what he expected of her.
He reached forward and gripped her under her arms, pulling her head back towards him until it was just over the edge of the table.
With her head now hanging over the edge she focussed her eyes on her boss's stiff cock. He was wanking slowly as he looked back at her.
He moved closer until the head of his stiff cock was just touching her lips and said, "Yuko, you have taken nearly all of your punishment very well. Our Japanese boss has instructed me to carry out the last part.
So far you have taken the spunk of your colleagues onto your naked body. For the last part of your punishment our Japanese boss and all of your colleagues will now watch as I fuck your mouth. He has given strict instructions that you must swallow all of my spunk."
As he finished speaking, her boss pushed the head of his stiff cock between her lips. Yuko opened her mouth and, now keen to get this finished as soon as possible, ran her tongue over the head of his cock.
He pushed his cock further inside, inch by inch until Yuko felt it touch the back of her throat and gagged. He pulled back a little, saying, you will have to get used to that," before pushing it back.
Yuko knew that her only hope of getting trough this was for her to try and suppress her natural gag reaction. This was easier said than done with the large engorged cock of her boss, eager to cum, being pushed against the back of her throat.
However, Yuko somehow managed to learn how to suppress the gag reaction by trying to continually swallow.
Her boss tested her by pushing a little deeper until finally the head of his cock was actually in her throat.
Saliva was dripping from Yuko mouth, dripping onto the floor. She did not care. The most important thing to her at that moment was that she was containing her urge to gag.
With her mouth full of his cock Yuko heard her boss say, "Yuko, I too have always dreamed of seeing you naked ever since you walked into the office.
I've fantasised about a moment like this for many months."
As he talked he started to thrust his hips back and forth.
He continued, telling the two girls and the camera operator, "open her legs wide again and get a close up view of her cunt as I fuck her mouth."
Yuko felt the girls spread her legs wide again and, although she couldn't see, she knew that she was now being displayed on the TV screens in the conference room and across the world.
Yuko's boss looked up at the screens and instructed the girls, "finger her, stretch her.
Yuko felt more saliva running from her mouth as he pushed as deep as he could. His pubic hair was now pressing against her lips and his hairy balls hung over her nose.
He reached forward and grabbed her breasts, one in each hand, and gripping them firmly, started to thrust his cock in and out of Yuko's throat.
She gagged a few times but he no longer cared. He looked up at the screen with a mad look in his eyes as the girls stretched Yuko's cunt by inserting more and more fingers.
Much to his delight he could see that Yuko's cunt was literally dripping with her juices and as his thrusts became more and more urgent he shouted to the girls, "Stretch her, stretch her! Try your fist!"
Yuko felt herself being stretched wider than she could imagine as one of the girls slowly but firmly pushed all four fingers and her thumb her wet lips.
Yuko tried to gasp; uncertain if she could stretch that far, but her attempted gasp was completely muffled by her boss thrusting his cock into her throat.
The stretching sensation between her legs increased until she thought she would scream with the pain and then suddenly it felt OK. For a brief moment Yuko was puzzled but then realised that the girl's hand was now completely inside her and her cunt had closed around the girls wrist.
Yuko tried to imagine what the image must look like on the screen but her thoughts swiftly returned to her boss.
He was now using her breasts like handles as he thrust his cock deep into her throat. She felt him increase the speed of his thrusts and then he paused momentarily. Suddenly she felt his cock 'explode' in her throat as his hot spunk filled her. The first spurt went directly into her throat and, as he slowly pulled back the subsequent spurts started to fill her mouth.
As she felt his cock pull clear of her throat she automatically swallowed, tasting his salty spunk. She continued to swallow until she was sure she had swallowed every drop. Finally he stood with the head of his cock resting against her lips. As the last few dribbles of spunk emerged he wiped them onto her lips.
"Every last drop", he reminded her. She quickly licked her lips and then licked the head of his cock retrieving the last drops before swallowing again.
As she began to recover from feeling choked her thoughts returned to between her legs.
Someone lifted her head and others pulled her back onto the table. She felt the fullness inside her and looked up at one of the screens, amazed to see the girl's hand completely inside her.
The men sensed that although the punishment was now complete there might be more to see.
Yuko had never felt as full of lust as she had on this day. The earlier pain of her cunt being stretched had disappeared completely and as the girl started to move her hand Yuko realised to her surprise, that it felt good, very good.
She could feel the girl's hand moving deep inside her and forming a fist.
The girl started to move her fist back and forth in a fucking action and Yuko suddenly realised how close she was to a second orgasm.
As the waves of pleasure rapidly built between her legs she let out a loud scream of pleasure. Her scream was followed quickly by another and then another.
Her naked body writhed on the desk as the girl pumped her fist inside her. The screams then merged into one long howl as the second girl pressed her finger onto Yuko's exposed anus. Yuko's smallest hole was already partially dilated because of the fist inside her. The second girl's finger paused for a moment and then plunged inside giving Yuko another new experience.
After what seemed like hours Yuko's orgasm subsided and she relaxed.
The second girl slowly withdrew her finger from Yuko's arse.
The first girl then slowly withdrew her hand from Yuko's cunt.
The men looked on in amazement as the girls hand 'plopped' out of Yuko's cunt leaving it gaping wide open as if inviting another large intruder.
Yuko's Japanese boss then broke the silence as he said,
"From the first moment I saw you I had a fantasy of seeing you covered in spunk. When I told my son he promised me that one day he would help that fantasy come true.
Yuko, you did very well today accepting your punishment. Nothing more will be said about this.
Your job is safe."
Yuko looked up at the screens and saw her boyfriend's smiling face looking back at her.
"How could you?" She asked, "How could you?"
The End.
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19,615 | Yumi and the Chairman of the Board | shaunreagh | NonConsent/Reluctance | 2008-02-01 | 2008-02-01 | 2022-01-01 15:51:01 | 1 | literotica.com | https://www.literotica.com/s/yumi-and-the-chairman-of-the-board | Chairman has designs on young wife of employee | ['Asian', 'Chairman', "Employee'S Wife", 'Interratial', 'Older Man', 'Younger Woman'] | 4.51 | _(This is a visit to the dark side, as in power corrupts and absolute power corrupts absolutely ... as in treatment of the tribal in-group, as compared to strangers. It is not a pleasant story. Sorry. Aggression and exploitation on the one hand, submission and reluctant acquiescence on the other. But many males, I sense, may at sometime or another have wondered (fantasised?) what it might be like to select a woman at random from a foreign culture, betrothed to another, and use her sexually to his heart's desire – with the husband nearby – and, in the process, discover that the misused wife becomes as aroused and excited as he himself becomes. That's what this is. You have been warned.)_
One of the perks of being the Chairman of the board is that up-and-coming business executives who work in your far-flung empire fawn at your feet. Sometimes their wives do to. Sometimes they make their wives fawn.
Japan, this visit, was a pain. It often is. Japanese food, saki and rice and raw fish and seaweed, bowing and scraping and lowering of eyes, drinking and karaoke and always having to prove you are one of the boys. Which is why I make it a habit, whenever I'm in Tokyo, to stay away from the nightspots. Instead, I hire the best suite in the best hotel in the city, and insist on meeting the wives. They aren't sure what to do, nor are the husbands. The reason for this is that Japanese salarimen, as they call themselves, don't normally involve their wives in the business, of their business. Which is what can make it fun, when you do!
I had done so tonight. I'd picked the six youngest, brightest, best looking Japanese executives in our Tokyo Marketing department – figuring if they were impressive their wives would be too – and told them to be in my suite, with their wives, for dinner at eight. I told them I wanted to get to know them better, and that where I came from wives were regarded every bit as important to the make-up of the man, as their professional qualifications. The chosen few had smelled advancement, even promotion, so nodded with enthusiasm. I told them to dress up their pretty ladies. They had. And dress themselves up too. They had. Smart Western suits for the men. Stylish dresses for stylish wives of savvy salarimen who were on their way up in the world, for the lucky ladies. All had turned up, as required. As expected.
One of the wives, in particular, was an absolute knock-out. Just married. Her name was Yumi. (Nice name.) She wore a form-hugging silver jersey dress with a row of pearl buttons down the front. I sat her as far from me as I could during dinner. Same with her husband. I could see they were both disappointed by this. At the end of the meal, when I waved the two of them up to the head of the table – cigars coming out, the port going round, all the usual gaijin crap, (but they were joining in: when the Chairman of the Board says 'jump', you jump!) – their expressions changed.
"So this is your wife?" I said to Taganaki. (That was his name.) He nudged her, but she was already well into her bow. (Well brought up little wife that she was.) "I'd like to borrow her," I said, with my best smile, coming to my feet. I could sense Taganaki swell with anticipated reward. His wife, the chosen one, from all the wives here, by the Chairman of the Board. I nodded to my local chief. He knew what to do.
The music – slow dancing – came on. I called out, over the opening bars of music, to the two rows of faces that were turned respectfully towards me from either side of the long table. "Now we dance," I announced. "Only one rule, you don't dance with your wife!" I took Mrs Taganaki's elbow and steered her towards the tiny patch of dance floor in the middle of the suite. Her husband bowed, possibly thinking he'd made it. First dance by the Chairman was to be with his new bride. With stars in his eyes he made for the next nearest woman and asked her to dance. Wanting to be seen 'fitting in' by the Chairman of the Board, no doubt.
"Come with me, my dear," I said to his wife as a little to her surprise, (though she hid it well,) I led her over the dance floor to a pair of impressive double doors. The doors to the suite's impressive bedroom. I opened them. Another twinge of hesitation as she noted the huge bed in the large room beyond. But again, she controlled it well. My hand, in the small of her back lightly steered her in. As I turned, to close the doors behind us, I noted most of the dinners were already on the tiny dance-floor by the terrace. 'Fitting in' with their Chairman's wishes, (though mostly looking the other way).
Well satisfied, I closed the door behind us. Yumi and me.
The master bedroom was enormous, with a view over Tokyo that was spectacular. One wall was floor to ceiling glass. The drapes were open. The bedside lights were on either side of the large king-sized bed, already turned down. Other than that it was the reflected light from the view, and the moon, close to full, that bathed the room in a soft dreamy light.
"Nice view, huh?" I said to my rather lovely, and appropriately respectful Yumi. Twenty-two or twenty-three years old I reckoned. Lovely face. No, a beautiful face. Soft, chocolate-coloured eyes. Black hair cut neatly, stylishly short. The music came quietly through the door. She nodded: nice view. I wondered if she could speak English, although it didn't matter if she couldn't.
I took her hand. She gave it to me cautiously, held my fingers the way she figured she should, (I guess). I led her to the view. She came, obediently. When she arrived at the window, I said, "Now we'll dance, like the others outside, and I shall get to know you." She clearly did speak English, or at least understood it, for she turned and held out her arms. "No, no, my dear," I said, though was pleased she understood. "This view is too good to waste. We'll face the view and dance so that we both may enjoy it." A puzzled frown came over her picture perfect face, so I turned her to the view, moved behind her, and put my arms around waist.
A pert little rear fitted neatly into my crotch, her shoulders and back against my chest and abdomen; the hair at the top of her head lightly tickled my nose. I moved my arms further round her rather cuddly little body, and started to dance – or rather, I started to move from one foot to another, moving my crotch against a pleasantly tight little ass. She hesitated, but only for a second, then lightly rested her hands on the arms which encircled her, and started to move as I did. What would be going through her mind, in that pretty little head of hers I wondered. 'How far will this go?' no doubt.
I wondered what conclusion she would reach?
I have found, in the past, that there are essentially two ways you can play this sort of thing – if you are in my shoes, that is. You can either be cautious and subtle, think of their feelings, and tread with care; or you can dispense with subtlety altogether, discount their feelings entirely, and do whatever the heck you want. With the highly delectable Yumi I had more or less decided, as soon as I saw her come into the suite on the arm of her husband, that I would do what I wanted. (With her.) She had that effect on a man, you could say.
Although I suspect this is more a philosophical point than an ethical stance, I am also inclined to believe that the more powerful the organisation you are in charge of, the less consideration those working under you, or those supporting those who work under you, need realistically expect – and the multinational group of companies I head is as expansive as the window I was looking through, and as huge as the bed at my back!
"I've always liked Tokyo," I said, stretching the truth just a tad, as I slid the flat of my hand over a rewardingly flat and firmly girlish stomach. (No children yet, quite clearly.) I let it descend towards her pubis, which on her, I discovered when I got there, was aggressively prominent. (She froze when I touched her there, but nothing more, and then relaxed.) My other hand I ran up her front, to her breasts. She froze a second time as my hand reached its target and cupped a surprisingly plump handful. Her feet stopped moving. So did her hips. Her legs had already snapped straight.
I continued to sway to the music as if I hadn't registered the fact that my sweet little newly-wed had stopped, or that I had her breast in one hand and her pubis in the other. I started, absently to work on both. To gently stroke, and cup, and squeeze; to press, caress and fondle.
"Yes indeed. Always liked Tokyo," I repeated, gazing over her head at the view, voice a deep base from years of cigars and many of the better brands of cognac. "Being Chairman of the Board means I have to come a lot," I said, (without elaboration).
As if something was suddenly switched on in her mind – 'Chairman of the Board,' perhaps? – she slowly unfroze, her feet began tentatively to resume their dance, or shuffle, and her hips began to sway, again. I sensed she was forcing herself to relax, join in, take part, as my fingers continued their caresses of her other, more sensitive parts.
"Are you from Tokyo?" I asked, making conversation.
"Yes," she replied.
Her hands had dropped to her sides. I took her breast and gently lifted it against her, finger and thumb where I guessed her nipple might be – to be rewarded by finding that it was. Many Asians pad their bras to make up for what they may feel they'd like to have, but don't ... but Yumi had plenty, in generous store, rendering the need to pad her bra redundant. I took the flimsily covered nipple in my fingers and rolled it gently. I sensed her hips lift up, as if she were going onto tiptoes. (I have always liked them going onto tiptoes. Yumi was behaving as I liked.)
I moved my other hand onto her other breast and repeated the dose, to be rewarded by an arch of the back as well as a stretching of ankles and feet onto tips of no doubt delicate toes. I released the little peas I had brought out of hiding in the centre of her breasts and started to fondle the whole. I mean seriously fondle the whole. I was seeking to arouse this little morsel of young womanhood. I leant my head to her neck, and asked, "Born in Tokyo?" Then I kissed her neck.
She tasted clean, and young, and fresh.
"Yes," she replied, keeping things simple, staring out the window at the night, her hands lying limply by her side as mine continued to work on her pleasantly plump and shapely breasts. Well above average for a Japanese, I had to think, as I let myself move on ...
"Like it?" I ask, moving my fingers to the buttons down the front of her slim knit dress. I start to undo them, commencing at the top and working down.
"Yes, I like it," she replies, her voice clear, referring possibly to Tokyo, or perhaps just being polite. "My parents live here too," she adds, as if feeling it is best that one of us is talking, and deciding it is safer to talk about things other than what's happening between us. Feeling, perhaps, that by bringing in her parents I will remember my own, and, sensing they might not approve, release her from her torment. What else is going through her pretty little Oriental mind? Is she hoping against hope that this large gaijin will look at her unclothed, appreciate her loveliness, and let her go? Or will he want to ... do more with her. To her? If she concludes that I will ... want to do more, with her, (to her) ... what will her view be on that?
I loose all the buttons down the front of her dress, watching our reflection in the window as I do. Easing up the lower part of dress to get at the buttons near the hem, baring her stocking-clad legs ... as I do. I watch as she lets me unbutton her dress, her hands held demurely out the way. I spread it wide. In the reflection, flickering lights breaking through here and there, I see a well shaped young lady in a lightweight bra, a surprisingly brief and wildly scarlet thong, (surprise, surprise!); self-supporting stockings that end six inches lower than the panties begin, affording an appetising view of smooth cream coloured thigh. And a big guy, a gaijin, behind her. Holding open her dress.
"Best you take it off," I say to her, releasing her. I watch as she shrugs of her dress, catches it carefully behind her, and, eyes averted, folds it. She looks about her to see where she might put it. Moves to a nearby chair and places it neatly over the arm. As she straightens she shoots a hooded glance in my direction. I curl my finger, once. (The universal 'come-hither' curl beloved of those in power.) She returns to my side. When she reaches me she faces the window once again. She lets me close in from behind. She lets me put my arms around her. She eases back against me when I pull. I take her in my arms, liking the feel of her skin.
"Put your hands behind my head," I say, looking at her eyes in the glass as they look back at mine, admiring the way she follows my instructions. Her hands reach up and back, elbows high, torso stretched, spine nicely arched, breasts forced upwards and out. I take a breast in each hand and start to move to the music that comes faintly through the door. She starts to move in time with me. Her body is soft and smooth, but firm where it needs to be firm. Stretched and perky breasts have always turn me on! I flick the front fastening bra. I move it aside and cup what is within. Plump breasts that fill my hand.
"So what do you do?" I ask ...
this soft ...
young ...
thing.
"I'm a secretary, in a shipping firm," she replies. Her English pronunciation is pretty good. (Not great, but pretty good.) I gaze at her breasts in the reflection in the window ... and the broad hands that fondle them ... and the way she watches my hands, and the way her own are stretched behind my head, one near an ear.
"Play with my ears, my dear," I tell her, and watch in the window as she starts to. Her fingertips are neat and slender. She finds a lobe and gently strokes. My eyes drift closed. (I love when they play with my ears like this.) I run my hands down her front. The soft smoothness of skin, the slight concavity of stomach, tiny indent of navel, slabs of muscle stretched taught on either side.
My fingertips come to the shoe-string waistband of her wild and unexpected thong, (who would have thought she wore THIS underneath?) They slip inside the narrow band of fabric that heads enticingly South. Her pubis beneath is covered with a light down of hair. I slip my finger into her lower lips and start to explore her. I am intrigued and encouraged at how slick and moist she has already become. She arches her back. I roll her clitoris, once. Then twice. It arches again. I open my eyes.
The reflection of her body in the window is neat, compact. It feels much softer, and is a lot warmer, than it looks in the window. Her eyes, I note, have closed, though her fingertips continue to play with my ear – one of her fingers even appears to be searching for the opening. (Doing her best, the little pet.)
I lean forward ever so slightly, curling round her like a spoon, and slip my middle finger inside her. She is damp. Honey-damp. Her pelvis spreads as my finger runs into her, and her back squirms urgently, rolling her head against my chin. My other hand switches from breast to breast, nipple to nipple. I watch her open lips and hear the tiny gasps. Her lips seem almost swollen as they form an 'O', and groan. I turn her head and put my lips on hers. She squirms around to face me, pulling my head to hers, probing my mouth with her tongue.
The little vixen, really going for it!
We shuffle towards the bed. This lovely little cutie, naked but for her stockings and heels – her thong is at her knees – and me, the Chairman of the Board. When she falls onto the bed, I let her go. She falls on her back, eyes closed, arms reaching out, legs wide. I watch her, standing between her knees. I start to undress. Her eyes flicker open ... Have I gone? Lost interest? No, my little angel, daddy's coming. I drop my trousers and boxers all at once. I see her eyes open wide – for I am masterfully hung.
One of my greatest assets, is my prick. Just like all these Orientals, it is bigger than she'd ever seen before, I felt sure. Her head rolled back, her eyes on the ceiling, then her hands went to her mouth and she screwed up her face.
(Oh No! the little cutie's thinking!)
Oh yes! I am thinking in return.
"Sit up, my dear!" I tell her. And she does.
"Why don't you two get introduced?" I suggest, moving my prick, a mere seventy percent eager, but still a mighty size, in her direction. She gives a tiny bow. (I kid you not: a tiny BOW!) Reaches out two delicate hands and takes my great John Thomas to her lips. I close my eyes, but only after I've watched her mouth move forward to the tip of the thing, her little tongue reach out, and start to taste the tip. Now her lips are around the bulb, the bulb itself is in her mouth. Her tongue is slowly circling it. It feels so hot in there. I reach down a hand, between her legs, still spread – they move, to give me room –I slip my middle finger back inside her. So Hot she is, this Yumi. Both ends of her.
I flex my hips, this pushes my prick further into her mouth. My finger, up to the hilt, twists and turns inside her, looking for the spot. She gasps and groans around my prick – have I found her lower spot? I curl my finger inside her. Her pelvis rolls. My other hand goes behind her head and I thrust my prick hard into her mouth. Right to the back. The softness there revolts. Closes up. She gags. I retreat. She follows. I take a step back, and she comes too, off the bed, (my finger deep inside her). I lower her onto the carpet. Her knees drop from the bed. She is still impaled on my finger ... and penis. I take the finger from her. She keeps my penis, deep in her mouth.
We sway toward the bed. Her back arches, knees staying on the carpet where they are, reaching behind her with a hand she catches herself. Her neck against the edge of the bed. Off balance, back arched, throat stretched, eyes wide and looking up. At me. I take position above her and thrust my prick into her throat. She cries out, her eyes screw shut. I move overhead and start to fuck her mouth. With an effort – manfully done! – she keeps her head angled upwards, the rest of her twisted on the floor, and lets me down her throat.
I don't think she's done this before.
She starts adjusting herself, getting the throat in line with my thrusts, moving her chin up, moving her head up, face up – wide open lips and mouth up, as my prick pumps in and out. The whole knob of my prick delves into the soft, warm tissue of her throat. It stays there, as her throat moves, contracts like a pussy and waits, breath held, until I withdraw, to let her breath. Which I do (she gulps in breath, through the nose, making the palate flutter) – then Grumph ... back into her throat, to let the soft hot tissue there cosset and hold the knob of the great fiery monster. Then out ... Then back in. Then out ... Back in.
I have her breasts in my hands, again. I tweak and pull and stroke and massage the soft warm malleable mounds. Like balloons force-filled with honey. Full and hotly warm. My ministrations makes her torso buck and squirm. One last go, I think, deciding I want to hear her yelp, and see how it sounds, and see what she looks like, while I fuck her properly, with something much bigger than she's ever had before. But first ... her throat and mouth, so accommodatingly helping in the build-up to the main event. In deep ... deeper, once more ... deeper still. I feel the softness deep in her throat. (God she learned quickly, her neck now straight as a swan in distress!) It clutches much of the tip of my prick ... so soft ... a little deeeeeper! "Aarrgh!" She grunts, needing to breath. But ... deeeeeeeper. "Aaiiieee!" She yelps in pain.
I relent, and let the poor creature breath. Drawing my shaft from her saliva filled mouth, slowly, like some mammoth piston. Her eyes are wide as she gulps in air and watches the shaft, glistening with her saliva, withdraw like some primeval trunk from her mouth. Still it comes. What an exit! I think, with some pride! One of her tiny hands comes up to it and, almost in awe, strokes it's departing largesse.
And then the tip comes out. 'Plop!' The sound it makes. Her eyes lift up to mine. Her head comes off the bed and with her eyes on mine she gives the tip a kiss. I smile. Her eyes loose their focus and soften. I reach for her and lift and turn. I've got her on the bed, all fours, doggy style. Her hands are reaching back between her legs for what I am about to offer. I give her the tip, still wet with her saliva. She gingerly moves it to her pussy, nicely moist, glistening, opening like her other lips have so recently done. She spreads the lips to admit my shaft to her inner sanctum.
'Inner sanctum' – I like that.
The invading Mogul King rapes the inner sanctum.
She takes the tip inside her. The idea of ravishment comes to mind. She seems to spread her pelvis, hips. Even her buttocks seem to part as she forces herself back at me, admitting my member yet further into her. She is molten metal hot. I can feel her insides as they crawl up the shaft of my penis. So tight. So tight, that when half my prick is in heaven, the other half's relegated to the air-conditioned cool of the room. I lean over her back, and start to kiss her neck. I hold her hips, one hand on each, and whisper through my kisses, "Hold tight."
And she does. She freezes in position.
I thrust. Hard. Sixty-percent admitted.
Tight and hot and GRASPING.
I ease out a tad, then again. I THRUST!
"Ngraah!" She gasps. Her fingers are between her legs, flourishing gamely on her clitoris, seeking more arousal, more moisture to ease the monster on it's way. I find her earlobe, bite it. She reacts, and gasps, and offers more. I withdraw my prick most of the way, then bite again. She gasps, her back arches and I thrust! - Thrust! - THRUST! Her spine seems to buckle. Eighty percent admitted.
My hands are on her breasts. Hers are on the bed, pushing back at the assault. I withdraw, a half inch. Her spine regains its shape. I halt the withdrawal. She arches her back. Her head comes up. I squeeze her breasts, and she gasps – and I ...THRUST!
Bull-dosed further in. Pushing and spreading and butting like the blunt hard nose of a big bull seal.
"Argh!" she gasps. Much higher-pitched than before. Almost a cross between a gasp and a cry. I slither back an inch. The gasp becomes a moan, and I ... Thrust! And, Thrust! And, Thrust! And she, "Aeghs!" and "Aeghs!" and "AEGHS!"
I stop. I am imbedded in the girl to the hilt. There is so much going on inside the sweet thing that I to stay where I am and savour it. As if the whole inside of this lovely little Japanese newlywed is rearranging itself to make room for this hostile invader. There are ripples, and movements, and moistures, and adjustments. And spreading of heat and solutions, as if to make me feel at home. Her breathing has become a series of gasps. Her fingers are clenched on the bed. Her head has dropped. But I make it come up, by slowly easing out of her.
The long shining tresses of her jet black hair come up from the cover of the bed like seaweed being lifted from the sea. Her neck arches, first as my prick's almost out – then it stops, as does she, and we wait, count of three – then her head leaps back as my prick rams home and fills her to the hilt a second time.
"Ngeeee!" she yelps. Then 'Ngraaaah!' she moans.
Out – In
"Ngraaah!" – "Yeough!"
"Ngaaah!"
In – "Yeough!"
But enough of this play!
Time for some serious fucking, I think, but do not say, of course.
Her body starts to shudder and convulse. The sounds of the groans and the moans from her mouth take on a life of their own. Like Irish bagpipes used as a punchball by a crazed baboon: "Ngraah!" – then, "Aaah!" – and, "Aaah!" again – then, "Ngraah!" – and, "Aaah!" – and, "Ngraah!" again – then "Ngraah!" again. Again. Again.
Her face is screwed up in an expression of exquisite pain. I love when I have them like this. When all they want is for me to go on, so that they can go on, with occasional interludes, ten seconds long, sometimes more, but rarely less. When they climax, and soften, then shudder, then catch up, then go on, again, until they are hit with the next one. Five, then six, I counted from her, (for I am a climax freak, and like to keep score). I like to see them go over the top, over the wall, and drool for more. I can control myself, of course, and do. She can't, however – and doesn't, no matter.
"Ngraaaagh!" She gasps, shuddering a sixth time, eyes rolled into her head.
I watch her face in the mirror across the room. Contorted with rapt concentration as she climbs up the rope of my prick, bouncing it into and out of her sleek and sweet and slick and sweat-covered body. Then the flash calm of bliss as she orgasms taught and intense. And then – because I haven't stopped yet! – the concentration again as she tries to catch up, get back into stroke, back into rhythm, back to the bottom of the next rope to climb. And we're off again:
"Ngraah! – Aaah! – Aaah! – Eeeh! – Eeeh! – Eeeh! – Oooh!"
The music next door has been turned up. More than once. Now it blares! (Has my tender companion been squealing too loud?) She's approaching her next fiery summit. I feel it the way her thighs go hard, spread wide. As if she is about to jump.
"Mheeeeewh," she keens, and this time I slow, to let her milk it fully.
"Mheeeeewh," she keens again, all soft and acquiescent in my arms.
Once she is milked, and juiced yet again, I roll her over and rearrange her legs. Then roll her again and position the sweet thing astride me. Her on top, me beneath, the big guy deep inside. She is covered with sweat. She glistens like a smooth rock beneath a waterfall. Her eyes are soft pools, bereft of focus. "Meeeoow," she gasps, her lips wide apart, her eyes mere wanton slits.
Her hands are flat on my stomach, my penis, rampant inside her has started to interest her again. She starts to ride it towards her next big event of the night.
Insatiable little hussy that she is, I think to myself, as I watch her!
There is nothing I need to do now. Just stay as big as I am, and where I am, for she will do the rest. I watch her eyes, now closed, and her back, now arched, and her hips, bobbing tightly up and down, aiming her clit at my pubis. Then faster. I reach for her neat rounded hips, cup them both – not to speed, or slow, but merely because I like to feel their muscles work. (They have started to work again.) Breathless already: "Ngraah! – Aaah! – Ngraah! – Aaah! – Aaah! – Aaah! – Ngraah!" In the end, this time, I have to join her. Her facial expression is one of such rapt and concentrated energy, and dark wanton lust, that I succumb myself. I unload deep inside her.
"Ngeeeaagh," she gasps in a loud and high-pitched gasp-cum-scream, which makes my own sound weak by comparison. But I do. Gasp. Then her eyelids lift, a fraction, and through them she sees my expression, (my peace,) and she crumples on top of me. We stay like that – she laid out astride me, me still deep inside, catching our breath. Then her arms come slowly round my head and hold it tight. I notice in the mirror that the door has opened, a tiny gap. The face in the gap seems surprised. Or disappointed, perhaps. It is Taganaki. Seeing that his wife is all right, perhaps. But he sees that she wife is on top – so (presumably) must be alright.
The door softly closes again. |
19,616 | Yummy Mommy | likebadfun | NonConsent/Reluctance | 2008-02-08 | 2008-02-17 | 2022-01-01 15:51:03 | 3 | literotica.com | https://www.literotica.com/s/yummy-mommy-ch-01 | 1. Angela ravished in home invasion. 2. Ming violates Angela's dignity. 3. Ming captures Sarah O'Malley | ['Black', 'Burglar', 'Captured', 'Caught', 'Chinese', 'Clothes', 'Forced', 'Home Invasion', 'Sold', 'White'] | 3.88 | Kids at school, floors clean, dishes done, still only 10am and 5 hours before the kids get home. It's a nice day. Time to take it easy. A nice soak in a hot tub would be just about right -- quiet and relaxing.
That's it go ahead -- run water in the tub.
They worried about how to get out when they heard Angela come back from dropping the kids off at school. They didn't know she was a stay-at-home mom. They thought they could just grab the valuables and get out. Instead they had to hide in the spare bedroom and listen to the housecleaning.
Angela kicked off her slippers and unzipped her jeans as she prepared for your bath. They heard the zipper. She tossed the t-shirt in the corner. All that was left was the black lacy bra and matching panties covering her smooth alabaster white skin. She slipped on the pink robe but didn't bother fastening it. They peeped through a crack in the door to see if they could get away expecting to see an old frumpy woman but instead saw a pretty blue-eyed blonde wearing a pink robe open at the front. Nice tits. She was a bit short (about 5 ft.) and not exactly slim and trim. But the milk white tits bounced in the black bra. As Angela went in the bathroom, they slipped out of the spare bedroom. Jamal burped as they passed the bathroom on their way out and Angela stepped out to check on the sound. Chris grabbed her by her shoulder length hair and pulled as his other hand went to her mouth. Angela was off balance as Jamal put his knife at her throat. They wouldn't be sneaking out after all!
"Quiet Blondie and don't move. Hands at your sides! Now let's see what we have here."
She was barely able to stay on her feet because of the way Chris was pulling her. Jamal's knife slid down from her throat and pushed part of the robe aside so they could get a better view of her tits. That's nice -- the way she shook made her tits jiggle. Jamal's knife slid to between her tits, under the front bra strap, and jerked forward cutting her bra in half. The milky tits popped right out. As Chris released her mouth to get a better view she blurted out:
"P-please, please don't hurt me. You can take anything in this house, just leave me alone, please."
"We can take anything? Of course we are! You included! Now turn around so I can see your ass."
Angela's eyes filled with tears as she slowly, reluctantly turned. Jamal's knife remained in place so her robe lifted revealing her luscious assets.
"Ass jiggles nice, not skinny, got some meat on it. OK, Blondie, what's your name, honey? How old are you? Are you ready for some fun? Come on we don't have all day! Answer or Jamal will show you how his knife works!!"
Her teeth chattered from the fright. She managed to get out "I'm Angela. I'm 34. Let me go! You can have everything!!"
"Jamal, ever seen such creamy titties before? And matching ass? Bet she's never been in the sun."
"Jeez, I ain't never seen nothin'so white before. I never had white meat."
Jamal twisted the knife so it caught the sheer panty material and pulled. The special, expensive panties Angela's husband bought for her birthday fell to the floor beside the ruined bra (it was a matching set). Her deep red blush stood out against her unusually white skin as she saw their eyes feel their way up and down her naked body. Their white teeth glistened against their dark faces as they devoured her shaking body.
"Jamal, look -- she's a real blonde. Even her cunt hairs are yellow. Let's see how blonde cunt feels."
Chris roughly grabbed her cunt making her jump. His finger jammed inside as he pulled her toward him. She shook uncontrollably as his other hand slid over her rounded bum into the crack of her ass and squeezed. Her full boobs were pressed against him as he twisted his finger in her cunt forcing her to turn whichever way the finger went.
She couldn't fight because Jamal held the sleeves of her gown so her arms were stuck. Jamal pressed up behind her licking her ear. The other big guy now had a finger pressing on her bum hole ready to go in. Her wet blue eyes were forced to stare into his sneering face as his fingers worked her cunt and ass.
"OK, enough of this. Throw her on the bed so we can get comfortable."
A vicious shove and she land violently on the bed sideways, her head over one side. A hand squeezed both tits together and pulled hard as fingers plunge once again into her cunt. She could see one of them stripping. His hard black cock jumped out right in her face. The naked thug bent over her, his cock dangling in her face and his balls bumping her nose as he grabbed her cunt too. The first fingers let go and she knew the other thug was also stripping. The black bastard licked her cunt, hard as his cock mashed against her lips. All Angela could see were black balls swinging in front of her eyes.
What's this? She heard the other thug dialing on her cell phone! He was talking with someone.
"Eddie? You want some action? Got a blonde. Yeah, blonde, blonde, and she's white, white, really white. You want a piece? Just $500. Blonde pussy too. Ok here's the address ....Oh, and come in the back door, it's open".
Another phone call "Gabe? Not in? Who are you? Since when has Gabe had a business partner? Well look, tell him I got a real hot blonde, real creamy white, unbelievably white. Hot blonde pussy too. Ask him if he wants a piece. Oh? Yeah, it's a mommy. There's some pictures of kids here that's how I know. Not fat, not skinny. You'd like to try? OK, $500, cash. Right, here's the address ....? The back door's open."
"Jamal, we just made a $1,000 off this piece of ass. Eddie and Ming are coming."
Jamal's cunt lapping stopped as he asked, "Ming? Who's Ming?"
"Don't know. Chinese bitch answered the phone. Gabe's gone out and she want's some white pussy. Likes the idea of fucking a white mommy. 500 bucks is 500 bucks."
Jamal again, "$1,000 is a long way from where we were. Harvard business degrees, big shot banking. Pisses me off that white bitch did an audit while we were on vacation. Cost 6 years in jail. I'd like to take it out on this bitch."
"Hey not right now. Don't screw up the $1,000. Keep her in saleable condition. Now go back to your pussy licking."
As he started lapping at her pussy again and his balls started swinging again, Chris whispered in her ear, "Hey Laurie babe. Hope you enjoy our friends. You better or we might stick around when the kids get home. Understand?? My knife is just as sharp as Jamal's!! By the way, you want your cunt licked dry by a Chinese slut?"
Angela trembled and didn't answer. She was too much in shock. A sharp blow on the side of her head.
"Answer me bitch or I'll cut off your nice whitey white titties!!"
"Please - not that! Anything you want, just not that! Please, let me go. I'll give you money, more than the $1,000 you'll get from them. Lot's more!! My debit card is on the dresser. It has a $5,000 limit. Take it. Just don't let a woman touch me! Don't let any Chinese touch me. I come from a proper family."
"Hey, thanks for the debit card. We were going to take that anyway. What's the problem with a woman touching you?? I like women to touch me! Oh, and I'll tell Ming you got a thing against Chinese. I'm sure she won't mind."
Angela whimpered realizing the humiliation to come. She yelped as Jamal nipped her cunt as his cock rubbed over her nose and lips.
Chris again, "Since you like looking at Jamal's balls bouncing there, stick out your tongue and lick them. Remember, my knife is sharp."
He enjoyed watching her face go even redder as if that was possible. The red now spread down her chest. But she obediently stuck out her tongue and tried to reach Jamal's balls. Jamal helped by wiggling forward, dragging his hairy dark balls over her nose to within reach of her delicate pink tongue. Now all she could see what the crack of his black ass as her tongue hesitatingly moved over the bottom of his balls.
"Jamal get off her. I want some pussy too."
Jamal stood up then kneeled, held her head and directed his bulging hot rod at her lips as her eyes pleaded. He didn't care. He pinched her face so her mouth would open and shoved his cock in her warm soft mouth. Her tongue trying to push him out felt good.
Chris pushed between her creamy thighs and stared at the blonde patch of curly hair. Her cunt was still parted and looked so inviting. It looked wet! Probably Jamal's saliva but time to make sure. He leaned down, closer. He could smell the sweet blonde bitch's cunt. A tongue jab. Again. Again. His tongue parted her sweet, white cunt lips looking for that special button. Finding it, he gave it a real tongue-lashing. Angela writhed trying to escape the tongue but it kept finding the hot spot. Worse, her writhing seemed to stimulate Jamal's cock so he would thrust harder. Every time he thrust, his cock jammed into her tongue and his balls bounced off her eyes (her head being down, not up).
She couldn't stop either of them. Chris'tongue stimulating her, Jamal's cock massaging her tongue. She tried pushing with her hips, or was her back arching?? Angela was getting confused. All she knew for sure was two black men were ravaging her soft body. Naked and in the power of two naked strangers, she felt her acute blushing as a deep burn. Her deep blush heated Jamal's crotch as his cock rhythmically slid in and out of her warm yielding soft mouth. Her cunt warmed alarmingly!! The tongue dove deep as it sought her inner juices. Her body was shaking now from more than fear! Her back seemed to arch of its own volition as she gave up resisting the relentless tongue. Jamal's cock shuddered and he stiffened as she felt his warm salty juices fill her mouth and cover her tongue. As Jamal slowed to rest, Chris lips suddenly closed over her hot button and sucked violently forcing her body to release itself in a wild convulsion. Sucking in her breath she felt Jamal's ooze slide down her throat.
Angela's blushing pink and white body continued heaving as they stepped back and laughingly surveyed their dirty work.
She curled up on the bed watching the two men through her tears. Soon another sound, the back door opening, feet on the stairs. Rescue??
"Hey buddies is this the chick? Nice. She looks lonely. I can be her close friend." An evil chuckle sounded in the room. A short man black as night with a crooked nose and missing teeth entered.
"Eddie!! Just in time. We're all done. $500 cash and it's your turn."
Eddie tossed them a bundle of cash and dropped his pants in one motion. His t-shirt went flying the next second and his underwear instantly after. He just grabbed Angela's legs, pulled and twisted them to put her on her back and pinned her arms with his knees. The darkest black man she had ever seen sat naked on her belly making a stark contrast with her own alabaster white. His limp cock slowly straightened and lifted to point at her breasts. He had no interest in her tits though. One knee between her thighs to separate them, his hand felt for her cunt so he could open the lips. The other hand aimed his cock and he started pushing it in. No foreplay, no comment, no apparent emotion other than a penetrating gaze directed at poor Angela's soft blue eyes. He was even more frightening than the other two. Luckily it didn't last long. His cock violently entered sliding on the leftover juices from Chris' work. He simply thrust fast and hard with an occasional grunt but otherwise silent until a final shout of victory and she knew his ugly seed had been planted. She did not blush this time because it was so impersonal, as if she was just a receptacle for his cock.
"Thanks for the fuck. Let me know if you find anymore chicks like this. Bye now." Eddy was gone. She hoped Chris and Jamal would leave too so she could weep in peace. The clock on the wall said noon, if they left now she could clean up and pretend it was all a dream.
"You promise me white mommy, is this animal the one?"
An oriental voice!! Please not the Chinese girl!!!
"If you're Ming and have $500 she's all yours."
"I try first. If like, pay you."
"No way!! Cash up front!"
"OK, but if no good, give money back."
"Just fork over the money and she's yours. Oh, and by the way, she doesn't like Chinese."
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19,617 | Yvette's Afternoon | PAS | NonConsent/Reluctance | 2002-02-25 | 2002-02-25 | 2022-01-01 15:51:05 | 1 | literotica.com | https://www.literotica.com/s/yvettes-afternoon | Wife's afternoon game gets unexpected participants. | ['Asked Yvette', 'Eyes Yvette', 'Found Enjoying', 'Mouth Yvette', 'Neighbor Yard', 'Orgasm Filled', 'Paul Friend', 'Yvette Continued', 'Yvette Felt', 'Yvette Lay'] | 4.42 | Yvette struggled playfully at the bonds that held her. She lay naked in her back yard. Her arms and legs spread apart bound to metal stakes buried in the ground. She had been left this way by her husband, Jim, as part of their game. Yvette loved bondage a rape-fantasy and Jim loved being dominant, so the two made a good couple in the bedroom. One of their little games was to have Yvette bound and exposed outside. Where she would be 'forced' to give Jim a blowjob before he left. She would remain bound for two or three hours while he went to take care of some task at work then would return home, often pretending to be a utility man or someone who just happened to discover the helpless housewife exposed as she was.
Jim had often told her how hard he would get while being at the shop thinking about his wife being tied up naked outside, vulnerable to anyone who might happen to pass by.
Yvette enjoyed the thrill of the game just as much as her husband. The pretty 34-year old had a nice, firm body. He breast were on the small side, but she had never received any complaints from any of her lovers before Jim came along. And he was quite satisfied with them as well. She was short with medium length, dark brown hair and brown eyes.
Yvette often feared discovery while being bound outside like she was now. But she knew that the risk was minimal. Their house was situated so that it boarded the woods on one side and one house on the other. They had a tall privacy fence and she always made sure to be positioned in a spot that was out of view of anyone passing through the neighbor's yard. She often lay out naked to sunbathe, but that wasn't as exciting to her as times such as these when she was alone and helpless. At least when Jim left her like this he usually put her in a shaded spot to avoid the risk of sunburn. At times she could hear the electric or water meter reader on the other side of the fence and she often wondered what their reaction would be if they happened to discover her.
Yvette froze when she heard laughter coming from the neighbor's yard. She recognized the sound of Paul's voice laughing with some friends. Yvette suddenly remembered that today was a school holiday. She hadn't thought about that before getting involved in her game with Jim. Yvette had always liked Paul. The 18-year old high school Senior had been living there when she and Jim moved in eight years ago. She remembered seeing the young man peering out his window with a pair of binoculars when he was about 14 or 15, watching into her bedroom. Yvette had been getting ready for bed after taking a shower and had forgotten to close the blinds. She caught movement across the way and looked up in time to see him watching her. She was totally naked and providing him with a full frontal view of herself. She pretended not to notice and casually crossed the room to close the blinds. Paul was always helpful around the neighborhood, but she could tell that he had a crush on her for some time. She guessed that it all went back to that one night.
She could tell that he wasn't alone next door. Yvette guessed at how long Jim had been gone. The thought that it could be no more than a half-hour. He would be gone at least another hour and a half at least. She closed her eyes and listened to the boys next door. She could hear them joking about girls and sex, and she silently laughed at the thought of them being only a few feet away from a totally naked woman.
Yvette heard a thud on the ground close to her. She opened her eyes and saw a Frisbee lying about ten feet away from her. She guessed that one of the boys must have overthrown the disk and sent it sailing into her yard. Just then panic set in as she heard a male voice saying, "Holy shit, look at that!"
Yvette looked toward the fence. Paul and one of his friends had climbed up far enough to look over and could see her lying there fully exposed. Moments later a third face popped into view.
"Hold on, Mrs. Gill!" Paul said as he began scaling the fence. The other two boys, seeing a naked woman before them, began climbing over as well. Yvette looked past the six-foot blond haired Paul to the other two. She recognized one of them as Paul's friend, Kevin. He was a skinny 18-year old who was always awkward in her presence. She didn't know the other fellow's name, but had seen him around the neighborhood. She thought he was slightly older than Paul and his friend.
Yvette blushed as the three boys stood before her, eyeing her ripe body. She could see bulges in the crotches of all three of their jeans.
"Don't worry, Mrs. Gill," Paula began. "We'll untie you. Freddie, call the cops.'
The older boy pulled a cell-phone off his belt.
"No, don't." Yvette called out. Stopping him from dialing. She wasn't sure what to do but she knew that she couldn't afford to have the police involved. That might cause word to get out about her and her husband's kinky games.
"This is just a game, Paul. Please, just go back to your yard and pretend you didn't see anything."
Paul stood there pondering her words. "I don't know, Mrs. Gill. We can't just leave you like this."
"What kind of game is this?" The older boy, the one Paul called Freddie, asked.
Yvette was blushing even more now, if such a thing were possible. She wished that at least one of them would look her in the eyes. As it was, they were now standing in such a way as to get a full view of her shaved pussy. She wished that she could close her legs.
"It's something my husband and I do," She tried to explain. "He leaves me here and comes back after a couple hours and pretends to be a stranger finding me like this."
The three boys looked at each other dumbfounded.
"You mean you like to be tied up this way?" Paul asked.
The humiliation was getting worse for her. "W-well, yes. Sometimes."
Paul knelt down beside her. Yvette was shocked when his hand slid over her right breast. Her nipples were already hard from embarrassment.
"What the hell do you think you're doing?" She cried out.
"You said you liked being treated like this, Mrs. Gill."
"Not by you, damnit!" She spat back.
Now the other two were on their knees as well. Paul and Kevin were fondling her tits while Freddie began sliding his fingers along her slit. When he hit her clit she felt it begin to swell and her juices begin to flow. Then she jerked as his face buried between her legs and the young man started licking her cunt.
"Stop it, please!" She begged. But the boys were so caught up with the idea of having a pretty naked girl to play with that they had begun losing control. Worse, Yvette could feel her body responding to the stimulation. She had been horny since sucking Jim's cock after being tied down. Now she was being manhandled by three young men and wasn't sure how to stop it.
Paul stood up and began unfastening his pants. Yvette saw his 8-inch cock spring into view and gasped. She wasn't sure what he had in mind, but she knew it was beyond the line no matter what it was.
"I've wanted to fuck you for years, Mrs. Gill." He said.
"Oh please don't." She said. "Anything but that."
Paul stroked his hard cock. "Like what?" He asked.
Yvette was desperate. She knew that she was at the mercy of these three young men, but she had to regain some control. "I'll suck you all off if you just promise not to fuck me."
Paul was beside himself. "OK!"
He dropped to his knees and presented his prick to her. Yvette turned her head to the side and opened her mouth, allowing him to slide his cock between her lips.
"Oh god." He moaned as she began sucking his cock while Freddie continued licking her pussy. She could tell that he had some experience with the act as he was doing all the right things to make her respond. She closed her eyes and worked Paul's tool, thinking about how she couldn't believe that the sweet young boy next door was not forcing her to pleasure him this way. It didn't take long before she felt the first droplets of his precum landing on her tongue. Another minute later he was blasting his load into her mouth. Yvette was forced to swallow every drop as he pumped her mouth eagerly.
When she pulled her mouth free from Paul's cock she found Kevin waiting on her left side. His dick was smaller and thinner, but just as hard. She took it into her mouth and had only been sucking for a few seconds before feeling his jizm filling her mouth. She guessed that the boy must have been a virgin.
Just as Kevin finished cumming she felt her body begin to climax. She raised her hips to meet Freddie's face and began moaning as the young man brought her to orgasm. Once her climax had subsided he got up, dropped his pants and straddled her chest so that she could begin sucking his rod. She noticed that he wasn't quite as thick as Paul's, but his cock was at least an inch longer. Yvette took him into her mouth, surprised at how her opinion of all that was happening had changed. She had climaxed thanks to Freddie and now she was going to do her best to get him off just as well. Then she was going to have to have a talk with the three of them in order to keep them quiet so that they don't go around telling everyone what happened. She guessed that the threat of reporting them for rape would keep their mouths shut. And she would make sure never to mention it to Jim. As Yvette continued sucking the boy's shaft she found herself enjoying the ordeal more and more. Freddie began bucking his hips as she sucked him and she knew that he would not last much longer.
"Oh yes!" He cried out as his balls emptied into her mouth. Yvette continued working his pole, draining every drop out of him.
Freddie stood up, looking down at the bound housewife. Yvette tried not to let them see that she was truly satisfied. She wanted them to believe that this had ended just as it had begun, with the three of them taking advantage of her.
"You want us to untie you now?" Paul asked.
Yvette shook her head, trying to keep her eyes off of his cock, which had already grown hard again. She had to remain tied up if she was going to keep Jim from finding out what had happened.
"Damn, she wants more." Freddie said.
"No I don't!" Yvette exclaimed.
"Oh, I've got to fuck you, Mrs. Gill." Paul said, stepping between her legs.
"No, Paul. For god's sake, please don't!"
Paul dropped to his knees and began fingering her wet cunt. Yvette couldn't allow this to happen. She tried in vain to break free, cursing Jim for doing such a good job. She pleaded with Paul to stop, but the young man lowered himself atop her, placing his cock between her cuntlips, then he thrust forward.
"No!" Yvette cried out as Paul filled her pussy. The boy began fucking her wet pussy, moaning with delight as he rammed the older woman. Paul had jerked off many times to the memories of seeing her naked some years ago. He had watched her in her bikini washing her car and sat in the living room playing with himself. Now he was finally fucking her and it felt better than he ever imagined it would.
Yvette stopped struggling, knowing that it would do no good. She was being fucked by the boy next door and it was too late to stop him now. She pleaded with him to stop before cuming in her out of fear of being impregnated by him. But Paul heard nothing; he just wrapped his arms around her and continued slamming his cock deep inside her belly.
Yvette felt his shaft stroking her clit, while rubbing her G-spot as well. Her mind was racing with emotions as she felt her body beginning to respond once more. She found Paul to be very attractive. In truth, she had fantasized about him before. She knew that he had the hots for her and had caught glimpses of him watching her at times. Now she was being fucked by this boy, and she knew that if he didn't cum soon that he would bring her to another climax. His thick cock filled her better than Jim's did, something she wasn't used to after so many years of marriage. Paul rode her with passion, trying to shove deeper with every thrust. Yvette's body began to tremble as the warmth between her legs spread throughout her body.
"Ohhhhhh" She moaned as her body erupted. Her orgasm filled her as Paul continued fucking her cunt. "Oh god…" She let loose as she climaxed on his cock.
It was all too much for Paul, hearing the beautiful Mrs. Gill climaxing beneath him was the final straw. He thrust harder as his own orgasm began. He shot his seed into Yvette's pussy, listening to her cries of joy as he pumped her until he was exhausted.
Paul got off of her and Yvette felt Kevin climbing on next. She had thought that Paul would be the only one to fuck her, but now she knew that she had been mistaken. Kevin had never been with a girl before. Now he was getting his first chance to fuck one, after already getting his cock sucked, and he was not about to pass up the opportunity. He shoved his pecker inside her and began fucking her fast and furiously. Yvette had experienced his kind before as a teenage girl. Guys who knew only one thing, how to get off as quickly as possible without regard to the girl. But Yvette was already stimulated from two orgasms, so despite his quick actions she found herself enjoying the fuck anyway. As before, he didn't last as long as Paul, and soon he too was filling her cunt with cum.
Yvette lay on the ground, feeling semen trickle out her pussy. She saw Freddie standing there with his 9-inch cock ready. "Well what are you waiting for?" She said.
Freddie climbed between her legs and shoved his cock into her. Yvette moaned as his shoved all the way in, banging into her cervix as he began fucking her. She felt her body responding almost immediately and knew that she would climax once more before he finished. She didn't have to wait long before her orgasm had filled her. This time she was crying out loud as Freddie slammed his cock into her. Her climax ended and he continued fucking her for another five minutes before he too came in her pussy.
Yvette lay still as he climbed off of her. She knew she had to say something but didn't know what. She had just enjoyed being taken by three young men. But she couldn't let them know that, could she? And she had to make sure to keep them quiet. She knew that after being fucked three times there was no way she could keep Jim from finding out.
Then something caught her eye. She spotted something moving in her upstairs window. She looked up and saw Jim standing there watching her. She was mortified at first, then she saw him press his finger to his lips motioning for her to be quiet.
"You guys better get out of here before Jim gets home." She said, trying to act pissed. "And if you ever tell anyone what happened I'll call the cops and turn you in for rape."
Paul and the others pulled their pants on quickly. As Freddie and Kevin ran to the fence Yvette called John to kneel down.
"Don't worry," She said softly. "If you keep them quiet I'll make sure you know when you can find me like this again."
Paul felt his cock beginning to grow at the prospect. "You've got a deal, Mrs. Gill." He said as he got up and rushed to the fence.
Yvette lay there for several minutes. She heard a car pull out of the next door driveway and guessed that it was Freddie and Kevin leaving. Then Jim came outside.
"Well, what do we have here?" He asked.
"How long were you watching?" She asked.
"Oh, I saw the whole thing. I saw Paul come home with his friends and wondered if they would find you. I know you've always wanted to have someone other than me discover you like that. Once I saw them coming over the fence I decided to grant you your wish."
"And you don't mind?" She asked.
"Not as long as it makes you happy. Now, I think I'll take my turn at that used pussy."
Jim got undressed and climbed between Yvette's legs, taking his turn at her. She climaxed almost immediately as he began fucking her. Yvette had never felt so fulfilled in her life. She looked over to the fence and saw Paul peeping over the top. She could see his left hand holding him still and didn't have to guess as to what he might be doing with his right. She winked at him and felt herself growing closer to yet another orgasm as Jim continued fucking her pussy. The two of them climaxed together, she guessed that the same must have been true for Paul as he dropped behind the fence after rolling his eyes.
Yvette realized that things around here were definitely changing for the better. |
19,618 | Yvonne Enslaved | Wifetheif | NonConsent/Reluctance | 2015-02-22 | 2015-02-22 | 2022-01-01 15:51:07 | 1 | literotica.com | https://www.literotica.com/s/yvonne-enslaved | Its either prison or slavery for our heroine. | ['Chastity Belt', 'Collar', 'Embezzlement', 'Nonconsent', 'Reluctance', 'Slavery', 'Stripping', 'Widower', 'Wife', 'Young Couple'] | 4.34 | Yvonne Denton sat next to her husband Mike in the office of her employer, Eric Lawrence. She was nervously toying with a bracelet about her wrist while she drank in the realization that her embezzling scheme had been uncovered.
Seated across the desk from her, next to her boss, was a phalanx of lawyers and other officious looking folks. Her boss was speaking now, his voice was tinged with anger, yet he clearly had a hold of his emotions.
"To think I trusted you completely Yvonne. I never even would have run the internal audit had not my legal team insisted. And what have you done with the 250,000 dollars you handed yourself off the books? It has certainly not gone to anything substantial. I could almost forgive it if you had invested my money and multiplied it. Had that been the case, I could have simply recouped my losses and cut you loose, but now we have to get the law involved. I tell you now that I intend to push for the full penalty possible under the law. There is not a judge in this town who is not one of my golfing buddies. You are looking at a minimum seven to ten years in the state prison.
I asked your husband here so that you can not avoid having to tell him. I suspect, however, that he knew full well what you were up to. He probably, happily helped you spend my money. Fortunately for him, and unfortunately for you, only your guilt is obvious in this crime. I DETEST being taken advantage of. I will make you pay until I am satisfied."
The slim, graying businessman then allowed several of his lawyers to speak. Each in turn summarized the considerable case against Yvonne, the certainty of her conviction, and the hellish life in prison that awaited her. By the time the lawyers were finished, Yvonne was in tears with her husband attempting to console her.
After a long silence, Yvonne mouthed her plea for mercy,
"Mr. Lawrence, I am truly sorry. Please do not turn me over to the police, I beg of you. I'll do anything you ask to make amends for what I have done."
"Yvonne, you are only sorry that you got caught." replied the businessman. "The only thing that will make me happy is seeing you in an orange jumpsuit on your way to prison."
Yvonne, wailed loudly as her employer took delight in her predicament. Even with red, tear filled eyes Yvonne Denton was quite beautiful. She had long brown hair and blue eyes. Her skin was all peaches and cream. She filled her blouse nicely and the rest of her was quite lithe and appealing. Her charms were not lost on Eric Lawrence, indeed, the thoughts of her enticing looks gracing his office went a long way towards his initial hiring of her. Lawrence realized that there was an alternative.
"Please Mr. Lawrence I will do anything, please don't send me to prison!"
After allowing Yvonne to twist in agony for a time, Lawrence ordered everyone else out of the room and stared intently at Yvonne and Mike.
"The ONLY thing you have that I am interested in Yvonne is your body. We can work out an arrangement, say you repay me at a rate of 5,000 dollars a month for 50 months until your debt is repaid. That works out to just a little over four years for me to use you as I see fit."
"Oh my God, Mr. Lawrence!"
"It can't be as bad as perhaps a decade in prison."
"See here, Lawrence, Yvonne is MY wife!"
"Ah yes, Mr. Denton. I think I might fund a little investigation into your spending habits. What do you think we will uncover? Perhaps you can serve time along with your wife. Not in the same place of course. As bad as her time will be, male prisons are far worse."
The businessman's words brought the two of them up short. A pregnant silence hung about the room before the businessman utter his coup de gras.
"This night ends in one of two ways, Yvonne, either I call my lawyers back and they escort you to prison tonight, or you agree to submit to me. Oh you will, no doubt, make bail and have a few months of freedom but every dime you have will go to lawyers. That money will be wasted as a conviction is a foregone conclusion. Even if you opt for a public defender, you still end up with your name in the paper. You still have to live with the fact that your relatives and friends will know exactly what you have been charged with. In the end you STILL go away for a long time. If you are arrested tonight, you will eventually be rendered penniless. Imagine what seven years of prison will do to your looks. Do you think that your husband will wait for you? They don't allow conjugal visits. If you choose option two, I take possession of your pussy and asshole tonight and I keep them for the next four years. For every day of those four years you will wear my collar and be my property. When I am not making use of your charms, Yvonne, you can spend time as a relatively free woman, giving your husband blow jobs or hand jobs. On the other hand you COULD spend those terrifically long hours, days, weeks, months and years as the unwilling toy of some huge female lesbian. I can't imagine that that is very appealing to either of you."
Eric Lawrence rose from beyond his desk and stared down at the seated couple. His next words seared themselves into Mike and Yvonne's soul.
"I'm stepping out of this office now to smoke a cigar with my legal team. When I return to this room I will have your answer, prison or slavery, there is no third option."
As soon as the door closed behind her boss, Yvonne burst into a new round of tears. Mike held her close but he was fearful as well. If truth be told, he had planted the embezzlement idea in his wife's head. It seemed to him that a man as rich as Lawrence would never miss the money. Neither he nor Yvonne had meant to take so much so quickly. There were things that Mike wanted, that Yvonne wanted that they did not want to save for. He looked back at it now. The flashy cars, the camper and the rest of it; none of them had made them any happier.
"We are in this together, Honey." stated Mike. "I can't let you take the fall for what was my idea to begin with but I don't want either of us to go to prison. You know very well, Yvonne if they dig even a little bit, that they will find both of us guilty."
"Oh, God, Mike, everything Eric said is true. There is no way I can avoid prison if her chooses to press charges. We will lose everything. I'm not meant to live in a cage. I hate the idea of submitting to Mr. Lawrence but at least the two of us can be together, we can hug, we can kiss, we can love each other. We can't do that behind prison walls. I love you, Mike and I know that you love me, but prison will tear us apart. Mr. Lawrence has us over a barrel with no exit except through his bedroom."
The two exchanged more words but there really was only one decision open to them. Eric Lawrence read resignation and defeat in their faces when he reentered the room. A man adept at controlling his emotions when necessary, he smiled inwardly but kept his face a mask of inscrutability. In a perfunctory manner he dismissed the lawyers and aides, telling them that they were not needed at present but might have to be recalled. Lawrence shook hands with each person and sweet talked them before they left the room. Watching the process, and seeing how tightly around his finger Lawrence held the powerful men, made Mike and Yvonne increasingly numb. Finally, the last of the business suited persons slithered out of Eric Lawrence's office. Only then did he meet the pleading faces of the married couple.
"You made the right decision Yvonne. But I tell you now, you can STILL end up in prison. If you do not please me, or if you try to weasel out of our agreement I will have you arrested so fast it will make your head spin."
He stared intently at Yvonne and then at Mike. Only after each had nodded their assent and stated that they understood that their freedom was entirely at Lawrence's discretion, did he speak again.
"I want the two of you to follow me to my house in the fancy car you bought with my money so that we can put this program into effect. You won't be going home until very late, Yvonne, but that should not matter as you no longer have a job to report to and as for Mike's employer; I could not give a fuck."
Mike and Yvonne hardly said a word as they followed Lawrence's BMW down the highway. Their minds surged with activity but almost none of those thoughts made their way to either set of lips in the car. There was an air of finality and inevitability as they drove. Being discovered had been Yvonne's greatest fear, a fear that Mike had minimized with his oft repeated maxim, "Lawrence will never miss it." Now Mike's words hung bitter in his throat and flashed like toxic neon inside of Yvonne's skull. Mike was very much the instigator of the operation. To Yvonne's way of thinking, if she must bear the punishment, then it is only fair that Mike suffer as well.
Yvonne recalled that morning. The day had dawned lovely and fresh. As the sunlight spilled onto their huge bed, mike and Yvonne had made love, relishing in the intimacy with each other. The day had begun like so many others, and then the bottom fell out. Eric Lawrence had demanded that she and Mike come to his office. Even then Yvonne had known that her subterfuge had been discovered. She had calculated that Lawrence would prefer to write off the loss and dismiss her quietly rather than let the world know that he had been suckered by a pretty face. That Mr. Lawrence would end up suckering her had never entered into the equation. Yvonne smoothed her skirt over her thighs and wondered when she would ever be able to make love to her husband again, four years without him inside her seemed a very long time indeed. Still, being with him with limited freedom was better than being without him without any freedom at all.
All at once they were before Lawrence's impressive manse. Yvonne recalled that her, now former, boss was a widower with a grown son and daughter, both of whom lived thousands of miles away. He was a man of vigorous exercise and killer golf abilities who looked far younger than the calender said he was. All the while she toiled in his office, Yvonne had batted her eyes at him, let him peek down her dresses and worn skirts that were perhaps an inch or so too short in an effort to keep his focus off her book keeping abilities. It turned out the sly old fox had as firm a grasp on his libido as he did his bottom line. As she held Mike's hand and they followed Lawrence into his house, Yvonne knew that Eric Lawrence would make her regret every moment of calculated flirtation and clandestine glances, and she was powerless to prevent it.
Despite everything, both Mike and Yvonne were awed by the interior of Lawrence's house. The antique furniture complimented the expensive art upon the walls and the magnificent rugs. The businessman led them to his library and had them sit in separate seats next to each other. He stared intently at them for a few dreadful moments and then said in a calm even voice,
"Yvonne, stand up and take everything off. I'll let you keep your wedding and engagements rings but every last stitch comes off. Michael, if a single word of objection crosses your lips, I turn Yvonne over to the police and have those same police begin an investigation of you!"
"Oh God." said Yvonne as her quavering knees hoisted her upright.
"Really, Yvonne, this is difficult for you? When you worked for me you had no trouble getting my eyes to focus on your decolletage and upon your nylon wrapped legs. It would seem that you wanted me to see you naked for a long time. Now Strip!"
Mike's eyes burned with rage but he knew that he was powerless to intervene, He watched as Yvonne stood, quivered on momentarily unsteady legs and inhaled a few deep breaths to steady herself. Yvonne was still wearing her clothing selection from the morning. She had dressed as though it were to be just another day at work. Her white silk blouse adhered tightly to Yvonne's bodice and was open enough to expose the tops of her lovely large breasts. The skirt was short and black, falling several inches above the knee. Under that Mike knew that Yvonne had worn lacy white underwear to please him and thigh high black stockings to distract her boss. Mike's fist balled with anger and impotent rage as he spied Yvonne kick off her heels and begin to open her blouse.
Eric Lawrence savored the agonized predicament of his former secretary. The poor girl had no idea that her painfully slow reveal, was far more enticing than if she had simply whipped off her clothes. From Lawrence's point of view, Yvonne's face wore such a delightful expression of angst and shame as she bit her lover lip in an effort to keep from crying and parted the buttons of her blouse. In truth the older business man had often pictured Yvonne naked. Only recently had he imagined that she would place herself in a position where she was completely at his mercy.
In some ways it had been fun getting her to this point. Lawrence had noted her embezzlement immediately but had let her sins accrue until they were beyond her means to pay back, The quarter of a million dollars was a nice round figure. Any more than that amount and Lawrence actually would have begun to feel the pain. Eric Lawrence knew full well that he could send the pretty little bride to prison for a long time and if she had balked at the option of slavery, her certainly would have prosecuted her. "But this," Eric Lawrence joyfully told himself, "was so much better." The thought of Yvonne Denton at his beck and call for four long years promised to be the most fun he had had in years.
With a heavy sigh, Yvonne's blouse fluttered to the floor. Eric, gazed with wonder at the luscious feminine lines just a few feet away. Her bra was lacy and transparent enough that Eric Lawrence could spy her light brown areolas and light pink nipples. Below the breasts, Yvonne was trim and well built, with a flat tummy that flared into wonderful round hips.
Yvonne's attempts to stymie her tears took this moment to fail and she began weeping softly as she reached for the zipper on her skirt. Yvonne's eyes met Eric's full of pleading and seeking mercy. The businessman made his face the same implacable mask he wore when negotiating a deal or playing poker with his cronies. Yvonne realized that she would find no solace, and dejectedly stepped out of her skirt.
Eric Lawrence had been around the world several times and had hit every legendary beach and night spot in the world but Yvonne Denton's legs were without question the finest he had ever seen in person. The contrast of her pale skin and the tops of the black stockings, made the noticeable bulge in Lawrence's trousers even larger. Eric knew at that moment that he would often clad his new slave in stockings and lace, they were her natural element, as apt for her figure as a tiger was suited to the jungle.
For a moment, Yvonne stood motionless, unsure what to reveal next. Delaying actual nudity as long as possible she rolled the dark stockings down and off of her fine long legs. That sight alone would give Eric Lawrence a week of pleasant dreams. Once the hose were disposed of, Yvonne's hands froze for a moment before she reached behind her back and loosed her fantastic tits.
Eric Lawrence gazed at Yvonne as he skin flushed red with embarrassment. Instantly he was transported back decades in time to when he was new groom and his shy brand new wife had tried to perform a striptease for him. Just like Yvonne had done now, his late lamented wife had flushed with embarrassment when her brassier hit the floor. Even after decades of marriage and several mistresses, in some ways that first night had never been excelled for Eric. His wife had been beautiful as well, but not as lovely as Yvonne. This woman was to be used and exploited, a distinction clear in Eric Lawrence's mind.
Crying softly, but audibly, Yvonne slowly lowered her brief panties. The sight of the slim brunettes sacred grounds was more arousing than Eric had even anticipated. The juncture of her legs was surmounted by a nicely trimmed but sparely thatched bit of fur. The businessman stared delightedly at the piece of feminine real estate he would own for the next four years. He would keep Yvonne's sex under lock and key, using her as he willed. In his bedroom, her chastity belt and collar awaited. Eric Lawrence pointed to a tray on a nearby shelf. At last Yvonne understood and began removing all of her jewelry, only stopping when she was down to her marital rings. Felling more naked than she ever had before in her life, Yvonne gazed up at the man from whom she had embezzled so much and who could ruin her life with a simple phone call.
Mike's face, red with rage, looked on as well. In some ways he felt even more powerless than his wife. As a husband he should be defending his bride with all of his abilities and all of his strength, but his guilt in the embezzling plot meant that he could do nothing other than acquiesce to his wife's violation. He could not strike out and assault Eric Lawrence because he and Yvonne were the last to be seen with him and police would quickly move to arrest them both if "something" were to happen to the business leader. He hated the leer upon Lawrence's face as he eyed Yvonne, and hated even more that he could not slap it off of his face.
Eric had Yvonne turn a few times so that he could drink her in from all angles. After he was completely satisfied he turned to address Mike.
"Now, Mr. Denton feel free to read. I have books on just about every topic. Unfortunately however, I don't posses books on professional wrestling or guides to jerking off. Unless I miss my guess, those are your two favorite topics. In any event I am going to be taking your wife into my bedroom now. I have no idea how long I will be. If you become tired, feel free to stretch out on the couch."
Eric Lawrence then extended his hand to Yvonne and said, "Follow me Mrs. Denton, Its time that you start paying me back."
A rat trapped, Yvonne sighed heavily and took Eric Lawrence's hand. She allowed him to lead her upstairs to the room at the top of the landing. Wanting to focus on other things, Yvonne tried to absorb the contents of the bedroom. Not surprisingly, the furniture was first class. On the wall, above the huge round bed, hung the portrait of a rather pretty young woman in an evening gown. Yvonne recognized the face as that from the picture frame on her former boss's desk. Suddenly, Yvonne realized that the woman was Lucille, Eric Lawrence's late wife. Despite her current circumstances, Yvonne could not help but realize that the woman on the wall looked a great deal like herself. In an epiphany, Yvonne realized that her former boss must have been planning for this moment, in one way or another, since she first started working for him. Suddenly the room became as cold as a tomb.
"Now Yvonne," she heard, "I want you to undress me slowly. Once I am naked I want you to suck my cock for a while and then I am going to dine on and fuck that succulent little pussy of your. Once I have taken you several times it will time for you to submit to my collar and for you to don your chastity belt. You will wear the chastity belt when I am not making use of you. For the same four years you will wear my collar at all times. Now, wipe the tears from your eyes, come here and kiss me."
Yvonne tried to force the emotion out of mind and body and set to the task of undressing Eric Lawrence. A slight tremor effected her hands at first but finally it stilled and the pretty young wife began to remove Eric's tailored, pin striped business suit. She removed the jacket and hung it up on a clothes tree nearby. Following this Yvonne loosed Eric's expensive silk tie and unbuttoned his stark white shirt.
The sight of Eric Lawrence's unclothed torso, completely surprised Yvonne. She had known that her ex-boss was an active man who kept in shape but the body she was looking at now hardly seemed that of a sixty year old man. Lawrence had tight abdominal with nice definition and quite prominent pectoral muscles. Aside from typical aging effects, one would be hard pressed to identify the shirtless man as a senior citizen. Only when one took in his graying hair and slightly sagging neck could one approximate the man's true age.
Yvonne knelt and began to untie and remove Eric Lawrence's shoes. From her perspective, the bulge inside the tailored trousers appeared positively enormous. Yvonne withdrew the socks and then stood, bent a bit and unfastened the black leather belt. A fresh wave of tears struck the naked young woman as she opened the pants and spied the huge mast supporting the silk boxers at full sail. "He CAN'T be that big, can he?" thought Yvonne to herself. Yvonne was proud of her husband, Mike's nice sized tool but the one she gazed at now as she pulled away and lowered the boxers was the largest organ she had ever seen. Despite her current situation, part of Yvonne could not help but wonder what Eric's massive organ would feel like inside her.
The expression in Lawrence's face and the gentle pressure of his fingertips upon Yvonne's shoulders made the businessman's intentions clear. Yvonne, fell to her knees and began to explore Lawrence's rod with her tongue. The penis that the young woman worked on was uncircumcised and both broad and long. It took Yvonne a few moments to work out the angle of attack, but at last her head was rhythmically sliding backward and forward, while Eric gazed down at her, smiling broadly.
The very well off businessman allowed Yvonne to work for a while, savoring the sensation of her warm tongue and cool lips on his manhood. "This is going to be even better than I envisioned." he thought to himself. H allowed himself several long delightful moments before he indicated to Yvonne, that she was to rise.
"That was delightful, Yvonne, but now we have to test out the rest of you." He gently led her to the bed. A short time later, Yvonne found herself lying in the middle of the bed gazing up at the mirror on the ceiling as the man she had once worked for centered his mouth over her sex. To the young wife, it was as though she were watching a stranger. She did not want to believe that the person she was staring at in the mirror was herself. Yvonne's attempt to transmit her mind a million miles away was thwarted by the sensation of Eric Lawrence's talented tongue upon her clitoris.
Mike had always been able to get Yvonne off but Eric's abilities far out shined her husband's. Hating herself, Yvonne realized that she was beginning to respond to Eric's overtures. She began panting heavily, the tension and angst of the day at last releasing itself. She moaned a few times desperately hoping that Mike downstairs could not hear, and then he was inside her.
Yvonne had never felt more delightfully full than at this moment. Not only was Lawrence's penis the largest that Yvonne had ever encountered, it was also well practiced. When he was married, Eric Lawrence had dedicated himself to giving his wife as much pleasure as possible. He had sought instruction from elite brothels, lamaseries, and high priced male escorts. Since his beloved Lucille had passed away, Eric Lawrence had sought the company of very expensive professional women and had slept with many of the wives of his business partners. None of those women could compare, physically with the beauty of Yvonne. He would delight in taking ownership of the pussy he was gently, yet powerfully stimulating at this moment. Eric imagined how well trained, and how sated sexually, Yvonne would be at the end of the four years. It was not beyond realm of possibility, Eric thought, that Yvonne might agree to make the relationship permanent.
Yvonne, gasped and moaned as never before in her life as Eric's proud member erupted deep inside her. The moans ceased when Yvonne realized where she was. She hated herself for enjoying the attentions of Eric Lawrence. Every moment since she had realized that sex with the businessman was inevitable, Yvonne had told herself that she would not enjoy it. "It would be duty only and not pleasure." had been her mantra. The fact that on their very first encounter, Yvonne had betrayed her husband's intimacy, appalled her. She rolled over, buried her face in the satin pillow cases and wept more intently than she had at any other point since her misadventure had begun.
Eric Lawrence could not help but chuckle out loud. "I know that it is disconcerting for you to have enjoyed my forced intimacy, but there is nothing to be ashamed of Yvonne. Because you have been sufficiently responsive, I am going to go easy on you tonight. Once I recover, I am going to take your asshole. Once that concludes, it is time for your collaring and chastity belt."
Eric held Yvonne close as she cried into his shoulder. Making it all the worse for her, was the fact that her enslaver was so gentle and tender. Yvonne knew without question that if Eric Lawrence were to behave like a tyrant, ordering her around and simply taking what he wanted, that her resistance to him would be far greater. That he would be the best lover she had ever encountered had never entered her mind. "What now?" she thought to herself over and over.
Faster than Yvonne had thought possible, the older man owned another erection. This one was just as large and insistent as its ancestor. Acutely aware of the destination of this rod, Yvonne faced Eric Lawrence and said quietly yet sincerely,
"Please be gentle with me Mr. Lawrence, Mike and I don't do anal that often, and you are so big ..."
Yvonne's words trailed off. Authentically moved, Eric Lawrence stroked, Yvonne's hair and replied,
"Have no fear, Yvonne. I will go slowly and gently. I will break your ass in with patience and stealth. Now get on your knees right here while I lubricate everything thoroughly."
Yvonne performed as instructed and felt the soft, supple fingers of Eric Lawrence, gently lubricate her rear entry. Once Eric ascertained that Yvonne was ready, he slowly began to enter er anus. Yvonne thought that there was no way in all of creation that her tiny asshole could dilate enough to accommodate Eric Lawrence's log, yet as time passed he plunged deeper and deeper into her. The sensation of pleasure and fullness that Yvonne experienced once Eric was fully inside her was like nothing in her prior experience. Eric's slow rhythmic motions seemed to flow through every part of Yvonne's body. She soon became aware of only that wondrous in and out motion as her body built to climax.
That her screams of ecstasy could be heard in every part of the huge house, was not on Yvonne's mind in any way as she felt Eric come deep inside of her and soften. For his part, the businessman was beyond the moon with joy. He had expected that it would take weeks to get his new toy to this point. It occurred to him, that despite her apparently happy marriage, Yvonne's husband really did not know how to give her what she truly craved. Eric felt sure that he could satisfy every craving Yvonne had ever had over the next four years.
Almost lovingly, he massaged Yvonne's back for a few moments until her gently turned her over and and said,
"Your night is almost over and your sentence is about to begin. Get up and stand where I tell you."
Yvonne stood, not sure if she should be at attention while Eric retrieved some objects from an armoire. The first was leather lined metal collar. Despite its purpose, Yvonne could not help but notice that it was stylish and bore the monogrammed logo of a noted designer.
"All slaves wear symbols of their subjugation, Yvonne. For you I have purchased one that will not look too out of place in most social settings. Those in the know, however, will be quick to understand its significance. In simple terms, this collar means that I own you, that you are mine to do with as I please. For the next four years, I am your master. Now I won't insist that you call me 'Master' there can be no doubt that I own every part of you. It is only because I am a benevolent master that I will allow you to spend significant amounts of time with your husband. I will collar you now and you will thank me."
Yvonne stood, her feet seemingly affixed to the floor, as Eric Lawrence stepped behind her, parted her now disheveled hair, and placed the collar about her neck. The sound of it locking seemed to Yvonne as loud as cymbals crashing. Instantly her hands went to her neck and tugged at the device. It held firm.
Eric laughed and said, "I posses the only key. If you take it off I will have you sent to prison. That rule will also apply to your chastity belt which I will place upon you now. By the way, I did not hear the proper response when I slipped my collar about your neck."
Yvonne thought for a moment. After a hard internal struggle, her mouth forced out the words, "Thank you Mr. Lawrence."
"That's better. Thanking me will become easier as time progresses. Now pay attention."
Yvonne focused on the object in Eric's hands. Like the collar it appeared to be made of leather and metal. Up close she realized that it was a composite material, not unlike the ones produced by one of Eric Lawrence's companies. Her new master's hands were hot upon her flesh as he gently forced Yvonne into the garment. There were a series of loud clicks. With dread, Yvonne realized that her sex was entirely encased in the material.
Eric had Yvonne walk back and forth a few times. The young bride realized that the garment was not uncomfortable but that it would take some time in getting used to.
"I guessed your size exactly right." said Eric as he pick up a brush from a nightstand and smoothed out Yvonne's lovely hair.
"Let us return to the library. The intricacies of your belt have to be explained to you oaf of a husband as well."
Eric's bulk as they made their way down the stairs did nothing to hide the rage on Mike's face from Yvonne's view. It was obvious from his anger and his body language, that he had heard every utterance of his wife's pleasure at the hands of her former boss.
"Clam down you lummox." said Eric Lawrence, "Your wife did what was expected of her nothing more. If I seem to have made her happier than you are capable of then the problem does not lie with me but with you!"
"Why you Mother..." began Mike.
"Mr. Denton, if you can not control your tongue and behave yourself I WILL call the police to pick you up tonight. You realize of course that, the evidence of your wife's malfeasance can easily be spun into a tale of a domineering husband exploiting his wife and making her embezzle on his account. Perhaps you would like to go to prison all by yourself and leave me outside tending to your grief stricken young wife?"
"You son of a bitch!" roared Mike.
"Yes my mother was quite the bitch and I learned a great deal from her. Now quiet down and pay attention, I am only going to explain this once."
For the next hour, Eric Lawrence explained the intricacies of Yvonne's chastity device. He explained that she was to wear it at all times except in Eric's presence. He explained the ins and outs of keeping it clean and what to do at the time of Yvonne's monthlies.
"This sensor on the back is quite novel." Eric opined as he pointed to a dark oval on the back of the belt. "It senses skin to skin contact or continual pressure. In other words, if you engage in anal sex with your wife, I will know. You taking your wife's ass, negates our agreement and the two of you go to prison. If either the collar or the belt is tampered with in any way, our agreement is also forfeit."
After thoroughly explaining everything to Mike and Yvonne, Eric gave them an impromptu quiz. Satisfied that the young couple had absorbed the lesson, Eric turned to mike and said,
"You can redress your wife now, Mr. Denton. I will be summoning your wife in a few days, Enjoy the time that you have with my slave, there are days not far ahead where I will keep her to myself for weeks at a time."
Glumly, Mike helped his wife back into her clothes. First he put on her bra. Out of habit, he slid her panties back on, they went over the belt quite well. Then he threw on Yvonne's skirt and blouse. By mutual consent, he left the stockings off. Yvonne placed those in her purse. Not in the mood for jewelry either, the trinkets she had put on in the morning joined the stockings. Wordlessly the young couple left Eric Lawrence's house and made their way back to the car they had purchased will ill gotten gains. In the east, the first hints of dawn could be spied.
Mike and Yvonne rode home in silence. Mike seethed with all kinds of anger. Anger at Yvonne for being caught red handed, anger with himself for suggesting the scheme, anger at Eric Lawrence's smugness. Most of all his anger was that of a small animal caught in a trap or the talons of a foe. As horrid as the next four years promised to be, at least it wasn't prison.
Yvonne's mind focused on many of the same things as her husband. She too was angry. Angry at being caught, Angry for having listened to Mike in the first place. Angry that the only way out of her dilemma was between her legs. Another anger filled Yvonne though. Anger at how her own body had betrayed her. Paradoxically, she was also angry at Eric Lawrence for giving her some of the best sex she had ever had. All of Yvonne's myriad angers faded before the one that caused her the most aggravation. Yvonne now knew, and hated herself intensely for that fact, that she would enjoy every moment of being Eric Lawrence's slave.
The drive home was the longest trip of their lives. |
19,619 | Zach and the Cookie Lady | ZachDocEight | NonConsent/Reluctance | 2018-03-06 | 2018-03-06 | 2022-01-01 15:51:08 | 1 | literotica.com | https://www.literotica.com/s/zach-and-the-cookie-lady | Zach and his wife seduce the soccer cookie lady. | ['Anal', 'Girl On Girl', 'Mother Son Incest', 'Reluctance', 'Seduction', 'Threesome'] | 4.57 | WARNING: This story involves scenes of graphic sex including anal. If that is not what you are looking for don't read on. All sexual acts depicted in the story are committed by adults over eighteen years old.
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"Ooohhh Zach, your cock feels soooo good up my ass first thing in the morning," my wife moaned as the warm water of the shower cascaded down her body. "Hurry up and fill my ass with that hot thick cum I love so much. I wanna have breakfast by the pool this morning and I don't wanna drip your pints of cum all over the chaise," she grunted as I ran my cock out and in deep.
"Well let me see if I can tighten up that old ass of yours by helping you cum all over my cock as your ass squeezes my long thick cock you love so much," I growled in her ear as I pinched her thick clit. With my other hand I pulled on each nipple. She moaned and her body trembled and her hot juice sprayed my hand. Her ass-chute gripped my cock and pulsed over and over like it was sucking my dick. That pushed me over the top and I went balls deep up her ass and shot my morning load far up her ass. Feeling my cock pulse and warm her insides set my horny wife off on a quick series of mini orgasms. She fell back against me as I hugged her, a nice full tit in each hand.
When I pulled out my wife's big anal 'O' winked at me as it slowly closed. We washed up quickly after Shannon the oldest niece banged on our door and yelled, "Hay you horny old people get out of that shower and stop yelling. I'm off for the day. My mom took the twins shopping so you have the whole house to your own. My guess is you won't even get dressed. See you for dinner."
I was very smart in getting my business started and over the years it made us very wealthy. We lived in an average neighborhood but our property was at the end of a cul-de-sac and was very vast away from the street. The house was also set way back and had a long driveway after a gate that you needed to ring-up to gain entrance. I had hopes that my sons would bring their wives to our home and I would build them little cottages so I could be surrounded by family "in my old age." In stories to come my sister-in-law Mary and three adult nieces were the first to enlarge the extended family.
After that 'hot' shower with my 'hot' wife she sat out by our pool naked to have her breakfast. I was drinking my coffee in the nude and was a bit surprised when the gate buzzed. I went to the intercom and said hello.
"Hi, I'm Barb and your wife ordered boxes of scout cookies and you are my last stop this morning."
I buzzed to open the gate and few minutes later her car drove up. I slipped on a pool robe and went out to the circular driveway. I helped her bring the several boxes into our kitchen. "Wow you have a great house. It took me so long just to drive up here," she laughed.
"Well my wife is out back by the pool. Do you have some time to visit?" I asked but with ulterior motives thinking when she sees my wife it will unnerve her. Barb was the typical urban soccer mom. A body kept in shape at the gym with a nice firm ass pushing out her shorts and a full rack filling out her blouse. All in all a nice MILF and that was my thoughts as I walked behind her.
The pool was just off the kitchen. As we walked out past the French doors Barb took in a deep breath. "This is fantastic," she whispered.
"Yes we designed this area with a lot of thought. The trees and plants were especially chosen for their oxygen producing content. The air you breathe out here is enriching. The whole area is screen enclosed so no bugs. The roof is covered with solar panels which power the air conditioner and dehumidifier to make it very pleasant year round. They can be pitched to let sun light reach the pool area in case you wanna tan. And it's so private back here there is no need for bathing suits," I told her.
"Beth this is Barb," I told my wife. When I said that, Barb turned and saw my naked wife on the lounger.
"Oh my," Barb gasped, but she stared right at my wife's bare pussy as Beth spread her legs to the side of her chair to stand up. Doing that opened Beth's pussy lips to show her pink. Barb continued to stare right between my wife's thighs.
Beth walked up to Barb with her breasts high and firm and took Barb's hand but pulled her in close and kissed her full on the lips. Barb didn't pull away but moaned against my wife's lips so my wife went in for another longer deeper kiss. Barb actually leaned into the kiss and chewed on Beth's lips as she broke off. She stood there breathing deeply unsure of herself.
I nodded to Beth from behind Barb and she caught on. In a prior story Beth and her sister Mary were on a sea cruise and it brought out the female loving in each of them. Mary and her three daughters living with us now just kept the female to female loving as part of our lifestyle. So she reached for the buttons on Barb's blouse and whispered, "Why don't you stay for awhile and join us in the pool," and opened all the buttons. I slid the blouse off her arms and let it drop to the deck. Barb just stood there mesmerized.
Beth moved in tight and reached behind and opened Barb's bra clips and I slid it off her shoulders and it dropped between the girls onto the deck. The ladies were breasts to breasts and my wife slid her hands onto Barb's apples. She tweaked each nipple until they looked rock hard and pointy. Barb moaned and leaned into Beth.
"You have very nice firm breasts Barb. They feel nice to play with. Why don't you play with mine," she said as she lifted Barb's hands to her own love pillows. Barb moaned then slowly groped Beth's tits, even pulling on the nipples.
"Why don't you suck on them till they are nice and hard," moaned my wife.
Barb leaned in slowly and captured one nipple and worked on it till it was firm and pointy. She moved onto the other one and moaned with that nipple in her mouth. While she was occupied I reached around her and unbuttoned then unzipped her shorts. I started pushing them down and bunched her panties along with them. Barb actually shifted her hips side to side to help me drop them to the deck. She had a nice firm ass with full cheeks like my wife's.
Beth looked down and cupped Barb's pussy. "What a pretty pussy you have here Barbie," she said and started running her finger between those lips. The aroma of Barb's pussy juice began to fill the air. I dropped my robe and took my dick in hand and ran it down under across her pussy lips. The top of my cock quickly got coated with warm thick pussy honey as I slid it between her pussy lips tapping her clit with each thrust. With a moistened cockhead I ran my cock up her ass crack and across her anus. Barbie shuddered and moaned. When I put my dickhead against her pussy lips from behind Barb pushed her ass back just a little and my dickhead parted the way and slipped just a bit into her warm pussy.
Taking Barb's hand Beth said, "Come here Barbie, I think you'd rather play right now then take a swim." She sat open legged on the lounger and pulled Beth between her thighs and positioned her head up close to her pussy. I tossed a pillow on the deck for Beth to kneel on. "Come here and pleasure my pussy Barbie, you know you really want to, don't you sweetie," Beth spoke hypnotically.
Barb settled between Beth's legs and with her tongue extended licked the wet pussy in front of her. She ran her tongue between my wife's wet lips then captured her growing clit. She sucked my wife's juices causing my wife to moan and shudder. I watched at Barbie slid two fingers into Beth's wet pussy and began to work them in and out going deep and upwards driving Beth crazy.
"You really know how to eat pussy Barbie girl. I think you have done this before and like doing it. Don't you baby," my wife moaned.
"I haven't done this since college to my sorority sisters. I loved pleasing their pussies every night, and getting my pussy munched for hours," Barb moaned. "My husband won't eat my pussy and I have missed the feeling all these years. I watch the girls in the gym and the shower and I get so wet but have held myself back all these years missing what I enjoyed so much. I can't believe what you're doing to me and how wet and hot I am now. I love your pussy Beth," Barbie moaned.
I took my cue and knelt behind Barbie. I ran my large dickhead up and down between her pussy lips. Each upward push I ran my dick across her asshole and on the downward push I slid across her clit. I got moans from each move. I began to think that maybe Barbie liked ass play so I planned to save that for later.
Barbie went back to eating my wife's pussy. "Yes, Barbie, eat my pussy! Drink all that pussy juice. Get your tongue in there deep. Oooohhh Yeeeessss, right there. Suck my clit. Lick that button. Get down in my ass! YES, right there baby, right there. I'm cuming Barbie, I'm cuming, drink my cum, suck it all!" my wife screamed as she sprayed poor Barbie's face and tits.
Just then my dickhead opened Barbie's pussy lips and I slid my full hard thick eight inches deep down her pussy till I tapped the door to her womb. Her cunt was like an oven and my dick was a French baguette. I quickly pumped my cock out and in to stretch that pussy and tapped against her cervix each time I went in deep.
"Ooohhh Daammmm, you're too big! You're stretching my poor pussy. I can feel you filling me. You're going places my husband never did. Give me that big cock, deeper, harder. Pound my poor pussy with that cock! Oh punch my pussy deep down, all the way to the end," she yelled and shook on my cock.
I spent several minutes putting my dick marks on this wife's stretched pussy. Each time I went in deep Barbie would moan or make nonsense noises and push back hard against my invading cock. My large cum filled balls were slapping against her clit on each thrust making her shimmer from the contact. I pulled back to my large dickhead and slowly slid my long cock down deep again. I watched her pussy lips grip my cock on the way out then fold inside as I slid back in. I could tell my thickness was pulling on her clit in both directions because her cunt would pulse on my cock. Barbie's pussy juice was spilling out each time I pulled back.
"Beth, get over here and eat this poor wife's pussy. It's getting everything wet spraying out juices all over my cock and balls," I growled.
Bath spun around on the chaise and put her head under Barbie's crotch. I would think that Beth must have sucked Barbie's clit between her lips because Barbie threw her head back and yelled, "OH FUCK!"
Husband and wife then destroyed our poor guest; my big cock pounding that soaking wet pussy, my wife's mouth abusing the swollen clit.
"Put your big cock in her ass sweetie. I wanna play with her wet suburban soccer wife pussy," my wife said sexily.
I wet my thumb with Barbie's thick hot pussy juice and massaged it against her assbud and put pressure on her anal ring.
"NO! NOT MY ASS!" moaned Barbie as I sunk my thumb through her anal ring and into her ass. "No one goes in there not even my tiny husband," she moaned. "Oh fuck, my pussy is empty. Put that big cock back in!" she yelled when I pulled my cock out of her warm wet pussy.
"I got this sweetie," my wife teased as she pushed two fingers into Barbie's pussy. She must have been rubbing Barbie's g-spot and sucking on her clit because Barbie stiffened and screamed as pussy juice just shot out from between her abused pussy lips.
"I'm cuming, I'm cuming! NEVER FELT LIKE THIS WITH MY HUSBAND!" she yelled as she shook through her huge orgasm.
I watched her anus wink at me as she pulsed through several aftershocks. When her back door relaxed I placed my dickhead against it and slowly penetrated her anal ring.
"NO, NO," Barbie yelled as she pushed back onto my cock. Slowly but steadily my long thick cock sunk into her ass until my balls landed on my wife's forehead. "Oh, no, you're killing me. My ass feels so filled by your cock," she moaned as I began to slide out and back in deep slowly. "That's so nasty, so nasty," she moaned.
I could feel my wife's fingers moving in and out of Barbie's pussy and rubbing against my cock. It stirred me to pick up the pace of sliding my cock out and in deep up Barbie's tight hot ass chute. As I pulled back to my large dickhead her anal ring would blossom out tight around my dick helmet. It would then collapse back in as I slid my fat dick deep home again.
Poor Barbie was moaning and dripping pussy juice all over my wife's chin and lips. Beth has come to love drinking pussy juice, especially from her sister and three nieces. "Oh Beth, eat my poor abused pussy. It hasn't had this abuse since I left college and my sorority sisters forced themselves on me. Forced me to eat their pussy. Forced me to take a dildo up my poor virgin pussy. Eat it up Beth, get all my juice, suck my clit. OOOHHH Daaamm, I'm cuming again, cuming again," she moaned as her whole body shuddered.
I went into a rapid pace as I pounded Barbie's ass as she pushed back each time I went deep. "Oh you're disgusting shoving your thick long cock up my virgin ass. You're so mean pounding your cock so deep up my ass. You're a pig for spreading my asshole to fit your big cook. Your big cock feels so dirty up my dirty ass. My ass feels so filled up, so broken. You're such a fiend! I know you are gonna fill my ass with your hot thick bursts of cum. You're gonna fill my ass and not save any for my face, you're sooooo mean," Barbie growled out all of that.
I wondered where all that came from but thought she has to feel we are doing this to her, that she has no control. She can't think that she is participating. So I decided to do what her fantasy was. So I pounded away at her ass knowing I cum like a fire hose and would have plenty for her ass and her face and mouth.
My wife started scratching my balls because she knows that will get me to cum hard. She even took a pussy wet finger and pushed it back onto my anus and rubbed it around. That pushed me over the edge and I could feel my balls tighten and my cum start its rise to my dickhead. "Here you go you slut. Here's some hot thick cum for up your ass," I growled as I shot three hard ropes of cum into Barbie's ass. I pulled out and squeezed my dickhead and moved quickly to the other side of the chaise. I grabbed Barbie's hair and pulled her face up and let go of my dickhead and shot three or four hot thick load of cum on her cheeks and lips.
When Barbie went, "OH" in shock, I pushed my dick into her mouth and shot two more thick loads across her tongue. Instead of pulling back she slid her mouth down my cock and tightened her lips as she slowly sucked back up to my dickhead. She did this several times to get any last dribbles of my cum.
She pushed my dick out of her mouth and said, "You're such a pig shooting your hot thick cum all over my face and into my mouth. You both are savages to take advantage of me like this; to force me to do such terrible things. How am I ever going to be happy with my husband when I go home? How am I gonna be able to fight the lust I have for my collage aged son with his cock that gets so big in his pants as he eats me up with his eyes. How am I gonna control my need to visit you both and get used for your pleasure. I'm so destroyed." She said all this while moaning but licking my cock.
Barbie leaned over in a classic sixty-nine and munched on Beth's pussy. Beth has enjoyed so much pussy action from her sister and nieces that she now cums so quickly. Beth couldn't speak being covered by Barbie's pussy so she just moaned loudly as she came and sprayed poor Barbie. Barbie soon came strongly again and Beth drank one more helping of pussy honey. Both girls just lay quietly joined together to get some strength back.
Beth slid out from under Barbie and told me to carry Barbie over and slide her into the hot tub. We soaked for a while with Barbie between us as we played with her breasts or pussy and Beth took turns kissing the cum off Barbie's face and lips. Beth sat up on the edge of the hot tub and pulled Barbie up to lay breasts to breasts. That left Barbie's pussy and ass out of the water looking back at me. "Do Barbie one more time Zach. Once more in her pussy and ass should just about convert this poor housewife to our sex toy. Don't you agree Barbie?" my wife purred.
As Beth captured Barbie's lips for some deep kissing I slid my once again hard cock through Barbie's pussy lips to gather her wet thick pussy juice on my cockhead. I easily slid my cock into her pussy in one long push till I bottomed out against her womb. Barbie moaned against my wife's mouth as I just pounded away in a warm pussy. Barbie pushed back over and over again until I felt her pussy pulse on my cock and hot pussy juice bathed my balls. I let her recover a little bit then heard softly, "My ass, please my ass. Please do my ass again."
"Tell me you're an ass slut Barbie and I'll run my big cock deep down your ass, and fuck it hard and fast," I growled.
"No, no Zach, I can't say that," she moaned. I put just my dickhead against her asshole and waited. "Do it Zach, do it. Put that cock up my ass. I AM such an ass slut now. I want your hard big dick all the way inside. Then shoot your hot cum deep inside. Turn my ass chute wet with your hot cum. Do it, Do me!" Barbie begged.
I just slid my whole cock into her ass pushing her anal ring wide open and pushing out her ass chute to take my full thickness. As soon as my heavy balls hit her pussy I started pounding away at her poor broken asshole. Barbie grunted each time I went balls deep.
I again felt my wife's fingers on my balls as she rubbed Barbie's clit without mercy. Barbie screamed and her hot cum shot out her pussy and soaked my balls and thighs. I slammed deep inside her ass and as her ass pulsed on my cock I shot off five, six, seven hot thick ropes of my cum.
Barbie moaned and fell against my wife's tits and breathed deeply trying to get her strength back. My wife let Barbie slide back into the warm water to rinse her off and relax her. I carried her over to the chaise and my wife and I toweled her dry. Barbie slept for about a half hour then finally came back to life.
"Barbie we are having a family cookout next Saturday. Why don't you and your son come over? Tell him my cute nieces will be in the pool and sunbathing. Of course once he gets here all of us will be naked. That will be your opportunity to get naked and start your seduction. I can guarantee that you and your son will be intimate by the time you leave. Can we expect you Barbie?" my wife teased.
"I don't know if I can do that. It would be so wrong to want my son, to have his big cock up my pussy. His big cock that I saw through his open door as he shot his thick cum all over his abs as he moaned, "Take my cum mommie. Take it all over your face and tits. I know you want this big dick in your pussy. You're so beautiful." I don't know if I can do that. I'll have to let you know," said Barbie somewhat apprehensive. We walked her to the pool gate and kissed her deeply before letting her go to her car. "I'll let you know soon," she said more firmly then drove off.
Next weekend:
We were waiting for the soccer mom, Barbie, (who we seduced and fucked earlier that week), and her son to show up for our pool party where we planned to work up her son to the point where he would fuck his mom. I talked to my wife Beth, my second wife Mary, (my live-in sister-in-law) and her three daughters, my nieces, Shannon the oldest and her twin sisters Bree and Marie.
Because of a change of plans for a cruise with their parents my wife and their mom, (my SiL) went on the cruise and my three nieces seduced me over the next four days. All four of those women have been living on my estate for a few years after the sudden death of their husband and dad. Both Beth and I have been enjoying the benefits of those pussies and my sons when they visit have been partaking of the twin's constant horniness.
I told the women the plan was to show a lot of skin, even naked boobs to get this poor eighteen year old boy all worked up. Beth and Mary already planned to be naked out by the pool. Mary complained that someone would have to lather sunscreen on her swollen belly and tits. Yes Mary was carrying my baby. The twins just thought it was the funniest thing to tease the poor boy. They both wondered how big his cock would be and laughed like crazy.
Shannon the one year older niece said loud and firm, "I belong only to you Daddy Zach, and if my slutty sisters wanna get all wet over some geeky boy's cock then let them. I'm not gonna participate and that's THAT!" I asked her if she would at least wear her sexy skimpy bikini for her Daddy. She pouted then smiled sweetly and came over and kissed me deeply. "Of course, Daddy Zach, anything for you, but if I get all horny myself you're gonna have to make love to wife number three, ME!" With that all settled we made final plans for that day.
That Saturday was a great day and we all were already out around the pool. I knew one day I was gonna keel over from a heart attack. Five hot pussies and ten sweet boobs needed constant attention. Plus a winy pregnant sister-wife wanted constant looking after and reinforcement of her beauty. I was glad for those occasions when the girl on girl action kept them satisfied and off me. But Beth was the alpha female and that's who I slept with the most and every time she wanted loving.
Bare boobs and pussies were already out and all oiled up when the estate gate buzzed for entrance. Via the intercom I told Barbie to drive up and use the fence gate off to the side to gain access to the pool area. "OK, everyone to your assigned positions and tasks!" I laughed out like a drill sergeant. The twins screamed and jumped into the pool topless and my three "wives" took up strategic chaise loungers.
The gate opened and Barbie and her son walked in. Barbie introduced her son as Ricky so my wife got up and walked up to the poor boy and took his hand. My wife Beth works out every day and is one hot MILF. Her D breasts were still nice and firm and stood proud on her chest. Her pussy was bare with beautiful puffy lips. Ricky didn't know what to do or where to look. Beth pulled him and introduced him around to everyone. The poor boy was like a deer in headlights and didn't know which set of boobs to look at first.
I looked down and his swim trunks were poking straight out. "Come on Ricky get in the pool with us," the twins yelled as then walked to the shallow end. The water slid off their beautiful perky breasts and poor Ricky had four boobs pulling on his attention as his cock lead him towards the pool steps. Bree and Marie pulled him in, young breasts on either side, and then pushed him under the water laughing loudly.
That would keep Ricky occupied while I turned my attention to his mother, Barbie. She wore a modest bikini hiding that nice 'soccer mom' body. I walked up to her and spun her towards the pool. "Come on Barbie, you know the rules. No bathing suits back here at our pool. So all of this has to come off," I said loudly and watched as Ricky spun in the pool towards his mom.
"No Zach don't do that. Ricky will see his mom naked," Barbie moaned.
"Isn't that why you agreed to bring him here today? You wanted him to see you naked; you wanted to see him naked. You wanted to see his thick hard cock standing straight up for you. You wanted to feel his long cock deep inside your dripping pussy. I bet your all wet even now. Didn't you want all that Barbie," I whispered into her ear as I removed her bra top. "Oh look Barbie, Ricky is just standing in the pool memorizing what your tits look like. I wonder if he'll cum in his trunks when I drop your bottoms and he sees his mommy's pussy," I growled as I untied her bottoms and Barbie moved her thighs apart to let the bottom drop to the pool deck.
We stood there for some time as Ricky stood memorized. "Barbie, can you put some sun lotion on my breasts and belly? I don't want them to burn today," my wife Beth asked sweetly. I pushed her towards Beth as she walked like a zombie. "Come here Barbie and sit on my legs while you do this," my wife teased. Barbie crawled up Beth as she shot a glob of lotion between her tits. Barbie became mesmerized as she worked on Beth's nice firm breasts.
I heard a scream from the pool from the twins as a pair of board shorts came flying away from the pool. "Ricky's naked, Ricky's naked," they chanted as they laughed and dunked the poor boy. He came up sputtering between two sets of young firm twin's breasts. "Oh Uncle Zach he has a nice big cock," the twins squealed again.
"Girls, leave that poor boy alone," their mother, Mary yelled across the deck. "Ricky, come up here and put some lotion on my poor swollen baby belly and saggy tits before I burn," Mary teased.
"Mommy, your tits aren't saggy. They're just getting bigger for the baby. Come on Ricky, go help our mom," the twins teased as they pulled him out of the pool. He tried to hide his hard cock put each twin took a hand and pulled him out of the pool over to the side of their mom's chair. "Now help our mommy," they laughed as they ran back into the pool.
"Here baby just rub the lotion across my belly to start," my sister-wife Mary purred. She dropped lotion onto her belly then took Ricky's hand in hers and slowly massaged in the lotion. When that was all done she globed a nice load between her big breasts and told Ricky to do a nice job on these also. He stood frozen for some time. So Mary grabbed his hands and put them on her breasts. "There just boobs Ricky. You have touched boobs by now haven't you," teased Mary. "A big handsome man like you must have lots of girls throwing their young bodies at you by now," Mary purred.
Ricky just shook his head, 'No,' as he slowly massaged the lotion all over Beth's tits. Mary moaned, "Yes baby boy, just like that, so nice, so tender. That's how you start; playing with a lady's tits, until she wants something a little more elsewhere. But not now, my poor titties are so tender. Are they nice titties Ricky?" Mary teased. "Yes," Ricky finally mumbled. "Oh Ricky, I think you missed a spot under my big belly," Mary moaned as she took Ricky's hand and moved it onto her swollen pussy lips.
Ricky was frozen in fright so Mary moved his hand up and down between her pussy lips. Slowly Ricky took over and found Mary's large clit. "Yes baby boy right there. Rub that little knot. That's what the girls like, a boy that knows his way around a pussy and makes sure to pleasure them first. You're doing such a nice job! OH YES, baby boy right there, RIGHT THERE," Mary moaned and pussy honey exploded out to soak his hand. He stood there in shock then brought his fingers to his lips and sucked off the women cum.
Just then I heard my wife Beth moaning, "Oh Barbie, you're getting me so turned on. My pussy is just pouring out its juices. Be a sweet mommy and eat my pussy, and make me cum, just like before." She pushed Barbie off her thighs and opened them wide giving Ricky a good look at her swollen wet pussy. With no thought of her son Barbie went right for my wife's pussy and started licking away. She was making loud sucking noises as my wife bucked her pussy into Barbie's face.
"Isn't that sexy Ricky watching your mommy be such a nasty slut eating Beth's pussy? Have you eaten a pretty's girl's pussy yet Ricky, have you stuck your long tongue in a wet, hot, cunt and sucked up their hot juice as they came all over your face, Ricky boy?" Mary teased him mercilessly.
I looked over and Mary was now rubbing lotion up and down Ricky's hard thick cock. I thought it was time to begin the incestuous relationship between him and his mom. I walked up behind him. "Look at your mom's nice ass Ricky. Wouldn't you love to slide your big, thick cock right between your mommy's ass cheeks deep down into her ass? She would love to have you as the first one into her slut ass. (Yes I know I was the first to have her ass but I was trying to build the boy up). Your mommy is such a slut isn't she Ricky. She needs to be punished by your big cock up her ass and you're just the man to do it aren't you Ricky," I growled to him to get him worked up.
I signed to my wife and she held onto Barbie's arms and threw her legs over Barbie's back to hold her trapped. Mary added a nice glob of lotion all over Ricky's cock to get it all greased up. After that I walked him up to behind his mom. "Take your manly cock Ricky and just push it slowly into your mother's ass. She won't even try to stop you. She'll moan into my wife's pussy as you slid all the way in deep. Then slap her ass till it turns red and just pound her ass with your man cock till you shoot your hot cum deep down her ass," I worked Ricky up to a fevered point.
He placed his cockhead at his mother's asshole and lust took over. "Here's my cock mommy. I'm gonna stick my big cock into your slut ass. What would daddy say about you sucking on that pussy? What would he say about you being such a pussy slut? It doesn't matter anymore! I'm your man now. I get this ass anytime I want so here it is," Ricky yelled as he slid his slick cock balls deep into his mom's ass.
Barbie lifted her head off Beth's pussy and yelled, "Yes Ricky, take my ass. Take your mommy's ass. Take it as yours. You own it! You own mommy's ass baby boy. Oh spank my ass and turn my ass red. Ram you big cock into my ass. Oh you feel so big; so big and strong. Pound my poor broken ass with your big cock. Give me all your hot thick cock cum. No more spoiling mommy's panties with your delicious cum. Shoot it deep up mommy's ass. Yes baby pound it, ruin it, fill it," Barbie yelled.
It was too much for poor Ricky's first time and he let loose. "Take my cock mommy. Take it deep in your ass. Here I cum mommy. I'm shooting my hot cum deep into your slut ass. Your tight ass is sucking my cum out mommy. Here it is. Damm, I'm cumming, I'm cumming mommy, I'm cumming deep in your ass," Ricky yelled as he pounded in and out of his mom's ass until he went balls deep and shook on her ass cheeks for some time.
He pushed his mom onto Beth's tits then collapsed onto her back with his cock still buried in her ass. "Well wasn't that a sight to see," laughed my wife as she cradled Barbie. She stayed there for some time then worked her way out from under Barbie. "That made me horny as all hell so I'm gonna want your thick cock, Zach. You pick; pussy or ass I don't care. Just gotta have your cock right now."
Well that is what happened; my hard cock went into both her ass and pussy till I shot my thick ropes of cum all over her breasts. Poor Ricky with youth on his side had to service two horny twins and his mother's pussy throughout the rest of the afternoon while Shannon and I were on cooking and drinks duty. Shannon told me strongly that she was off limits to the boy and that I'd better save some daddy butter for her at bedtime.
Barbie and Ricky thanked us for a wonderful time and for opening that forbidden door between mother and son. Barbie hugged her son as I watched them walk to the car. When they reached the passenger door Rickey pulled his mom into a long hard kiss. I saw Barbie run her hand across her son's cock then slip inside the car seat. She pulled her son's board shorts down enough and pulled his cock into her mouth. She sucked his cock for some time until her grabbed the roof of the car and shuddered. I'm sure he just gave his mommie another load of son cum. Barbie cleaned her son's cock and gently tucked it back inside his shorts then turned and buckled up. Rickey got to the driver's door and they both waved goodbye.
The twins had let Ricky know he could stop by any time he was in the mood but to call first in case they were busy elsewhere. That meaning under their Uncle Zach but that was not for Ricky's and Barbie's knowledge, just for my extended family. I so love my life! |
19,620 | Zach and The Professor's Wife | ZachDocEight | NonConsent/Reluctance | 2018-06-09 | 2018-06-09 | 2022-01-01 15:51:09 | 1 | literotica.com | https://www.literotica.com/s/zach-and-the-professors-wife | Zach meets a neglected wife and cuckolds the professor. | ['Anal Sex', 'Cuckold', 'Domination', 'Humiliation', 'Loving Wife', 'Mind Control', 'Non-Con', 'Noncon', 'Panties', 'Reluctance'] | 4.36 | _WARNING: This story involves scenes of graphic sex including anal and domination. If that is not what you are looking for don't read on. All sexual acts depicted in the story are committed by adults over eighteen years old. This is another story of Zach's special powers._
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From previous stories you might know that a bicycle accident left me in a coma from a brain concussion. When I awoke I discovered I had a mind control ability that worked only with woman. It made me an empath which while in touch with females I can target specific thought centers to enhance feelings or on specific sexual centers of their bodies. I never use my powers to force females into doing bad things but I do tap into their deep needs and bring those feelings to the surface. This story is just one of those occasions
I was taking pre-med at my college and it required mandatory meet and greets with various professors, their assistants and other students. I was at one of those boring parties on a Friday night when I looked across the room and she caught my eye. What I really noticed was that she was watching me. I moved about the rooms in this professor's house and each time I looked over she had her eyes locked on me.
I keep myself in great shape finding time between classes to work out at the gym so do hook up frequently. I had to find out what her story was and made my way over to where she was standing near the patio door. When I got real close I saw her begin to blush. She was older than me maybe mid to late thirties. She had long black hair that she had been flipping over her shoulder each time she was sure I was watching. She had a hot body. Nice sized boobs, a narrow waist and full hips. Once or twice when she had my eye she turned to talk to another guest but I think to really show off a firm full ass in her tight red short skirt.
I didn't know who she was but noticed a ring on her finger so decided to hold back on my power. I introduced myself as Zach and she said her name was Olivia and gave me a huge smile. She reached for my hand and held it very tightly not letting go as we chatted. I used my power to scan her and felt a deep loneliness and a hunger. So I thought, 'What the hell,' and leaked a warmth into her womanness and watched her nipples harden and push out against her silky see-through blouse. She moved her hips back and forth as she reacted to the moistness seeping into her panties.
"Oh my Zach you have a strange effect on me. Stay and talk with me for awhile," she laughed.
"How about we step out onto the dark patio for a little privacy," I said as I maneuvered her into the dark running my hand down her back and across her firm ass squeezing a cheek and leaving a small itch across her rosebud.
"Zach you're being very forward. You shouldn't be touching me like that. It's so inappropriate. Only my husband has that right. It's not right," she whispered in a soft young female voice.
I moved in very close like we were sharing the same breath. I looked down to watch her firm large breasts rise and fall. Her breath was getting deep as if she was trying to control herself. I looked into her deep blue eyes as her wet tongue ran across her dry lips.
"I don't think you want me to move. If anything you want my firm manly body to press up hard against you and feel my big hard cock against your thigh while I cup your pussy," I growled. And I did just that. My cock always stays its full thick eight inches and just gets hard when needed. I put my hand in my pocket and pulled my cock up on my thigh and pushed it against her leg. I then pressed my fingers against her mound and leaked my power onto her pussy and pulled down her pussy juice to soak her panties.
"Oh my god Zach, stop, stop, oh god stop!" she moaned as my power stroked her clit and brought her to a strong orgasm. She rubbed her thigh across my hard cock and shuddered. She pushed her tits hard against me as she hid her face on my chest. Her breathing returned to normal and she surprised me as she kissed my neck tenderly.
"Oh Zach, what am I gonna do now. I haven't felt like that in years. I just came in my panties and they are soaking wet. I love my husband but he is so much older than me and has no interest in sex only his teaching and parties like this," she sobbed a bit.
I rubbed her vulva lips and the top cleft hiding her clit through her skirt and panties and gave her a few mini orgasms and she moaned over and over then nipped my neck and licked up to my ear. She was starting to get me horny and I was thinking of fucking her right here in the dark.
"Oh fuck Zach; I'm cumming over and over. You need to stop this. My panties are soaking wet, my juice it dripping down my thighs. What am I gonna do?" she whimpered.
"You're gonna let me fuck you on your kitchen table while your husband watches tied up to a kitchen chair. Then I'm gonna fuck you in your ass and then you're gonna drip my cum out of your ass into your husband's open mouth," I growled this to Olivia as I grabbed one breast and pinched and twisted her nipple and used my power to explode another strong orgasm throughout her body. She groaned and slid into a patio chair totally weak.
I walked over to the older professor who I now confirmed was her husband. I engaged him in some friendly conversation for the rest of the night until all his guests left. I offered to help his wife clean up and we three wound up in the kitchen. I kept my eyes on Olivia and while her husband wasn't watching I rubbed my hand across her ass and whispered 'soon' and put a stronger itch on her clit and rosebud. She whimpered and tried to slap my hand away but I grabbed her hand and rubbed it across my hard cock. She looked for her husband then squeezed my hard cock.
"Is there anything else to be done tonight?" her husband asked as he sat down.
"Yes sir. Your wife is gonna tie you to that chair with her wet panty hose. Then she is gonna gag your mouth with her cum soaked panties. Then you are gonna watch me fuck your neglected wife - first in her cunt till she sprays pussy juice all over the floor then I'll drop a thick hot load of my cum down her ass. Then she will feed it to you. Any questions?" I spoke in a commanding voice.
You could hear a pin drop as neither of them spoke. His mouth was wide open in shock. He went to speak but Olivia said, "Say Nothing husband!" and hiked up her skirt. She kicked off her shoes and pushed her panty hose and pink panties to the floor. She picked up her stuff and walked to stand in front of her husband. She spread her feet apart and slowly pushed her pink panties into her pussy so only some pretty lace stuck out. She took her pussy honey dipped fingers and swiped them across her husband's lips. As an act of capitulation he pushed his tongue out and licked her fingers.
Olivia moaned and moved behind her husband. She pulled each of his arms behind the chair and tied his hands together with her hose then to the rungs of the chair. Still behind him she unzipped her skirt and tossed it to the floor in front of him. Next came her blouse and finally she draped her bra across his head. She pushed her tits against the back of his head and then pulled his hair. He moaned rather than yelled.
She moved in front of her husband and 's l o w l y' pulled her panties out of her pussy. She moved it around in her fingers until she found the most wet part. She grabbed her husband's nose closed and when he opened his mouth to breath she pushed her pussy wet panties into his mouth. She lightly slapped his cheek then began unbuttoning his shirt. When it was open she twisted each nipple till he moaned. She then unbuckled his pants and he helped her pull them down then off. She reached inside his boxers and pulled out his hardening penis. She knelt down and took his small penis into her mouth a sucked for about a minute.
She then defiantly hopped onto the kitchen table and moved her legs wide open exposing her dripping dark hair pussy to her tied-up husband. She went to rub her pussy lips and I slapped her hand.
"Who's pussy is this Olivia?" I growled.
Juice dripped out from her pussy lips and she moaned, "Yours Zach. It belongs to you Zach not my cuckold husband. Make me cum again Zach. Make me yell your name. Make me spray the kitchen floor with my cum juice. Fuck me while he watches what a man should do to a female cunt."
I pulled a chair beside her so as to not block her husband's view. I took my thumb to her clit and massaged it in circles while pushing my power onto her nerve endings. Olivia began to hump her pussy against my thumb moaning loudly. She moved her hands down and pulled her pussy lips wide open.
"Now Zach, right there. Make me cum. Make me cum. I'm cumming! ZACH!" she screamed. Each time her inner pussy lips pulsed she shot pussy juice into the air to splash down on her husband's bare chest or into his lap to soak his penis. The rest fell to wet the kitchen floor.
When she calmed down somewhat I pulled on her long hair and moved her around so her head was hanging off the side edge of the table. Again so her husband could see I took my hard thick eight inch cock and slowly pushed it into her open lips and down her throat. I held her lips against my crotch until she gagged and spit across my heavy balls. I used my power to soften her gag reflex then mercilessly fucked her mouth.
When I was close I ordered her, "Don't you swallow any of my cum. Get it all into your slut mouth. Suck all that butter out of my dickhead. Don't let any drip out or you will be punished. Here it comes you cum slut. Here it comes you wife slut!" and I pulled back to just my dickhead and exploded six, seven, eight hot thick blasts of my cum into her hot wet mouth.
When I was done I pulled her by her long black hair to kneel in front of her husband. "Show him another man's cum in your slut mouth Olivia," I growled.
She tipped her head back and showed her husband my cum pooled under and across her tongue. She swirled my cum around inside her mouth and quickly shut her lips when one glob slipped down her chin.
"Now spit my cum all over your husband's face you slut."
Olivia moaned and stood as I pulled her up by her hair. She stood in front of her husband and pulled his hair till he was face up. Olivia then dribbled my cum all over his face. She then made him watch as she licked her lips and swallowed my cum. She then pulled his hair back again and licked my cum off his face and exaggerated as she swallowed each glob.
"Oh, his hot thick cum tastes sooooo goooood! I had to lick it all off my husband's face. I am his cum slut, husband. And now Zach is gonna fuck me. I'm giving him my cunt and then my virgin ass. My ass is so tight but Zach is gonna rip it open and fill it with more hot thick cum," Oliva teased.
"You leaked a drop of my cum and you were ordered to get it all. Now bend over that table," I ordered her.
She moaned, kissed her husband's forehead and lay her large tits on the table. I walked over to her husband's pants and pulled out his belt. I snapped the belt in my hands then ordered, "Grip the table edges and don't let go, you dirty wife slut."
With her ass facing her husband I kicked her legs apart so her pussy and asshole came into view. I then started a 'smack, Smack, SMACK' rhythm across her ass cheeks and the back of her thighs. I didn't really smack her hard and had doubled the belt so it made more noise than pain. I gave Olivia enough to make her ass red.
"I'm gonna fuck your slut wife pussy now Olivia. I'm gonna make you cum so hard you're gonna piss pussy juice all over your kitchen floor. Then when I ram my thick cock deep down your cunt you're gonna scream my name not your cuckold husband's. He's gonna see me pound your slut cunt. He's gonna hear you scream for more hard cock. Then he's gonna hear you scream my name as you cum again and again!"
I then took my dickhead in my hand and pushed it against Olivia's dripping pussy opening. My dickhead got sucked into the lips of her warm moist pussy and I pushed my cock in deep in one push. Damm that pussy felt great on my cock. She pulsed her pussy walls against my cock and by moving her hips it was like she was milking my fat cock.
"Oh, dammm Zach. Give me that thick hot man cock!" she yelled.
I angled my cock to rub across her g-spot and pulsed my power through my dick across that ridge each time my dickhead slid across. I pounded away into her hot wet pussy as Olivia moaned nonsense words and pushed her ass back to take my cock deep. I was pounding my cock into her wet cunt and the table legs were squeaking on the floor.
"More cock, more thick long cock. Give me more cock Zach! Own my cunt Zach! It's been so neglected for so long. Give me your cock till I scream," she moaned.
I reached under her and gripped her clit. When I twisted it she screamed and hot pussy juice sprayed my thighs and splashed onto the floor. I felt her pussy pulse hard on my cock so I pulled back then slammed my full eight inches deep down her cunt and punched the door to her womb.
"I'm cumming, I'm cumming. Damm you Zach I'm ccuummmmiinngg!" she screamed and each time her pussy pulsed on my deep cock her pussy sprayed my thighs and soaked down onto the floor. With my cock still buried deep down her cunt Olivia shook through several orgasm.
"Oh dam Zach, I'm cumming over and over. My poor pussy is gonna be sore for a week. It's all stretched out from your hot thick long man cock. If I ever let my husband have my pussy again his tiny penis is just gonna flop around in there. I'm gonna have to go through all his assistants and students to keep my pussy happy," she moaned.
"OK Olivia let's move this to the den," I ordered as I pulled my wet cock out of her pussy.
I directed her to move her husband to the recliner so she just untied the rungs then pulled him by his hair and got him settled. I told her to mount him and slide her pussy down on his cock and lay her tits on his chest. He still had her panties in his mouth and was breathing heavily through his nose.
"Ok Olivia tell him you want my cock down your ass. Tell him I'm the first to have your tight virgin ass. Tell him you want me to go deep and hard down your ass. Tell him you want my hot thick cum to shoot till I fill you up. Tell him if he is a good boy he can have your ass just like when he was at the boarding school," I growled at her.
Each order I gave her she repeated to her husband for emphasis. When I said the last one he moaned and pushed up into her pussy.
"You're a dirty little boy my husband. No wonder you didn't like my pussy. You want my ass don't you, you dirty fucker! How many assistants did you do across your desk. How many assistants had your bony ass you dirty boy," Olivia chided him.
"Now Zach, shove that cock up my ass. Let this slut feel a big cock up her ass and a tiny penis in her overworked pussy. Do it now, shove it in. Make me scream," she yelled.
Using my power I softened her anal ring when my dickhead touched her rosebud. I watched her anus wink at me until it opened and I popped my large dickhead into her hot tight doorway. She moaned loudly so I pushed my cock all in with one shove.
"Oh god you dirty boy. My ass is on fire! Your big cock is pushing my ass wide open. I've never felt anything so dirty and so full. Pound my ass now. Make my husband feel your cock against his tiny penis. Do your ass slut! Make me scream!" she moaned out of control.
I pulled my cock all the way out then pounded it back up her ass before her anal ring closed. Olivia moaned each time my balls slapped against her pussy as my cock was deep in her ass. As I was pounding her ass she was rocking her hips against me and up and down on her husband's penis.
She was moaning strongly and dripping pussy juice all over her husband's lap. Her breathing was getting shorter and shorter until she was panting out, "Oh dam, Oh dam, so fucking good. A cock in my ass and a penis in my cunt, so good, so good. Oh dam I'm getting close, I'm getting there. I'm cumming Zach, I'm cumming. Fill my ass with your hot cum. Soak it down with your thick cum! I'm ccuummmmiinngg!" she screamed and shook all over her husband grinding her tits into his chest.
"Cum in me boys. Give me your spunk. Fill this slut up with cum!" she moaned out of control.
Her ass pulsing on my cock was too much for me so I pulled Olivia's ass hard onto my cock and shot rope after hot rope of cum out my dickhead. Six, seven, eight thick globs of cum shot hot out of my dickhead and filled her ass chute. I could feel her husband pulsing weakly his cum into his wife. So the slut was filled with cum.
I stayed deep in Olivia's ass until her breathing calmed and she pushed back against me. On her own she pulled her husband down onto the rug in the den. Then sat on his chest with his hand still tied behind his back. With her own teeth she pulled her panties out of her husband's mouth.
"You've been a bad boy all these years neglecting my little pussy so I need to punish you my dirty husband."
She moved her pussy above her husband's mouth then held his nose closed. When he opened his mouth to breath she hovered her pussy and dripped his own cum into his mouth. When she was sure he got all of his own cum, she moved her pussy onto his face and I watched her push her ass cum out and dripped that into his mouth.
"From now on you naughty boy you get to drink the cum out of my ass, your cum or your students' or assistants' or maybe even some big cocks from your stupid boring get togethers. Maybe you'll be the most popular professor on campus if the boys know they get my ass if they show up. Maybe I'll have three or four boys fill my ass at the same time before you get your punishment, you dirty, dirty boy. Maybe I'll ride a big cock on the den floor while another big cock pounds your boney ass. Would you like that my cum slave," she asked demanding.
"Yes, yes, yes," he finally spoke.
"Yes, what," she yelled as she pulled his hair.
"Yes mistress," he said humbly.
I moved around in front of Olivia and told her to clean off my cock. My cock was still firm and she slid my dickhead all the way to the back of her throat and sucked strongly out to my dickhead. She sucked a few hard pulls to get a few final drops of my cum. When I pulled out she leaned forward and kissed her husband deeply playing my final cum across their tongues.
"I'll just let myself out Olivia. It was a great get together. Have your husband invite me again when you want a big long thick cock up your ass again," I said laughing.
"Oh you can count on my ass needing a visit from your cock real soon. I don't think we have to wait for one of my husband's stupid meetings either," she laughed as she pulled her husband's hair one more time.
When I walked out the door I heard them both laughing that 'they tricked another one, but that this boy had pushed both of them to the edge'. I thought what does my dick care what the reason was for filling a warm ass and laughed also as the door closed. |
19,621 | Zach Mrs. Johansen | ZachDocEight | NonConsent/Reluctance | 2018-01-28 | 2018-02-11 | 2022-01-01 15:51:10 | 2 | literotica.com | https://www.literotica.com/s/zach-mrs-johansen-ch-01 | 1. Zach helps the widow neighbor the best way he knows how. 2. Zach does the hot daughter then the widow joins in. | ['Anal', 'Blow Job', 'Giant Cock', 'Humiliation', 'Milf', 'Mind Control', 'Mother Daughter Threesome', 'Mother Son Incest', 'Reluctance', 'Sister Incest'] | 4.46 | _WARNING: This story involves scenes of graphic sex including anal. If that is not what you are looking for don't read on. All sexual acts depicted in the story are committed by adults over eighteen years old. This is another story of Zach's special powers._
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Zach Mrs Johanson Ch1.
Zach helps the widow neighbor the best way he knows how.
From previous stories you might know that a bicycle accident left me in a coma from a brain concussion. When I awoke I discovered I had a mind control ability that worked only with woman. It allows me to touch females and leave them with a sense of euphoria or I can center my power on specific sexual centers of their bodies or target specific thought centers to enhance feelings. I never use my powers to force females into doing bad things but I do tap into their deep needs when a situation arises and bring those feelings to the surface. This story is just one of those occasions.
I was visiting my mom during another break at med school. My daughters with my mom and sister had the house a bit noisy. Mom asked me if I would go over to Mrs. Johansen and fix a plumbing issue she had in her kitchen. Mrs. Johansen was about fifty and had recently lost her husband to illness. Her children were away at college so she needed the help.
I went over to the house and knocked. She answered the door with a big smile and a, "Hello Zach so glad your mom told me you could come over," and turned to walk to the kitchen.
Now even at fifty Mrs. Johansen was in great shape. I'd see her biking or running in the neighborhood when I was home on break. When she answered the door in addition to her big smile two nice full breasts with their headlights on greeted me. As she walked into the kitchen a nice ass swayed a summer skirt back and forth. She had the Scandinavian bright blue eyes and had long blonde hair tied in a pony tail swaying off her ass. All in all she was a real looker.
She told me her sink was running real slow and backing up. I asked if she had a snake and tools. She said they were in the basement so I went down there. I walked towards the workbench and passed her laundry basket. Lying on top of the pile were her bras and panties. I just had to know. I checked her bra and confirmed she was a DD. I brought various panties to my face and inhaled the lingering scent of her pussy honey. I was glad her panties were sexy not old lady granny panties. My dick twitched a bit and I told it to relax as nothing was gonna happen.
I got the tools I needed and told Mrs. Johansen I was gonna get to the job and she said she was gonna go do some laundry and be back up soon. I hoped I wouldn't get busted if she noticed her underwear were disturbed in different positions.
I opened the trap and snaked the pipe several feet down then reconnected the fittings. I called for Mrs. Johansen to test the water drain while I stayed with my head under the sink. She came into the kitchen and told me to call her Karin. She asked me if I cleared the pipe. I told her to test it. The water turned on and a tiny bit of water dripped from the fittings. I tightened them and had her test it again and it sounded like it was flowing down the drain. She turned off the water.
Suddenly I took in a deep breath as I felt her toes rub lightly across my dick. What I have always liked about my dick is that is stays its full thick eight inches and then only gets hard when fully excited. "How is THAT pipe Zach?" she purred as her toes ran up and down my cock.
"I think its fine but I think a little moisture just leaked out," I said with some hesitation.
"Here use these to soak up the wetness," she said and dropped something on my shirt. I found it with my hand and realized it was a pair of her sexy panties from the laundry pile. "Do you need more?" she whispered as she tossed two more pairs of her panties under the sink to land on my face. "I use these when there is moisture to soak up," she said softly.
She held me down under the cabinet with her foot on my dick which was on its way to rock hard. "Karin I'm sorry if I crossed the line," I apologized.
"Did you like what you found Zach? Did you take my panties up to your nose and breathe deeply? Did you like the scent of my pussy juice on my panties? Did you find an old woman's panties sexy, or are you just a horny boy with a big cock looking for any warm pussy to shoot your hot cum deep inside? Now be honest," she growled.
"Yes, yes I did Karin. I found your panties very sexy. Your woman scent made my cock hard," I said nervously.
She was quiet except for some rustling then she said, "Try these." Another pair of panties landed on me and I brought them to my face. They were warm and soaking wet with her pussy juice and had a sweet scent. Karin could hear me breathing deeply as I absorbed her scent and felt her moistness on the gusset.
"Come out of there Zach," she whispered. I slid out but stayed on my back on the kitchen floor and looked up at her. Her blouse and bra were gone and her breasts hung proudly and her nipples were popped out.
"Push your shorts down Zach and take your dick out," she whispered. I unbuckled and did as was told. Karin held onto the counter then used her toes on my dick again.
"Do you think you can invade my privacy and take advantage of a lonely woman and not get punished for it," she growled while pushing my cock against my stomach. She moved her feet to outside my hips then she slowly raised her skirt until her pussy came into view. She had pure blonde hair covering her pussy and her stance caused her pussy lips to open. Her pink interior was shining with pussy honey which was running down her inner thighs.
She spun around then unzipped her skirt and pulled it off over her head. What a great ass she had for a woman of her age, nice and firm and full. My dick got even harder as she started to squat and her backdoor button came into view. She then sat her pussy down towards my face.
"Make me cum and drink my hot pussy juice!" she ordered.
Since I could now touch her and use my mind power I took one finger and touched her clit. My powers instantly gave her a tremendous orgasm.
Karin screamed, "Oh Zach, I'm cumming, I'm cumming. All you did was touch my lonely pussy. You bad boy what did you do to me?"
She collapsed and her large tits flattened onto me. Pussy juice poured out of her gash and ran down my chin and throat to wet the kitchen floor. While she was still shuddering I wet some fingers with her thick pussy honey and I touched her anus and loosened her anal ring. She moaned deeply and swayed her ass back and forth.
I ran two fingers between her wet hot pussy lips then pushed them into her pussy and from my other hand pushed my moistened pointer up her ass. "Oh Zach what are you doing to me? That's so dirty pushing your finger up my ass but it feels so good. Go deep, go deep," she moaned as she shook through another orgasm.
"Suck my cock Karin," I growled and slapped her ass. Then I slapped it hard again. She yelped then captured my dickhead with her lips.
As I ran my fingers out and into her pussy and ass she slid her lips up and down my dick. Her tongue was busy on my thick dick shaft as she moved from my dick base to my dickhead. I added another finger into her ass and she pushed back and moaned on my cock. My fingers in her hot pussy found Karin's g-spot and when I used my mind power I brought her off with another huge orgasm. Karin gushed pussy juice then lost her strength and leaning forward by mistake slid my dickhead into her throat until she kissed my groin. She hummed on my cock then pulled back to catch her breath.
Karin then spent some time deep throating my cock. She slide her lips to my cockhead and licked the knot under there. It made my body shudder when she slid down my cock and my dickhead popped into her throat. Holding me deep she hummed and bathed my cock with her tongue.
She slid my dick out and started licking my balls. Softly she sucked my cum filled balls into her warm mouth then hummed again. It was like a vibrator on my nuts. She pushed my thighs apart and licked below my balls. I don't know if she ever did before but she started licking my anus and tried to push her pointed tongue slightly in. All that got my cock to the edge of shooting off.
"Let go of my dick Karin and stay on your hands and knees," I said as I slid out from under her. On my way I stopped and sucked on each hard nipple and softly bit into each breast. Karin moaned and pushed down on each breast as I sucked on each hard nipple.
"Yes, Zach, nurse on my tits. Be my baby today," she moaned. I decided to give her that fantasy and using my powers I awoke her breasts and milk started to flow.
"Oh Zach, what's that feeling? How is this happening? Yes, let mommy feed her little boy. Drink mommy's milk. Get them both, suck them both. Oh you're making my pussy so wet!" she moaned.
I slid the rest of the way out and I knelt behind her. I lined my rock hard cock to her dripping wet pussy opening and pushed once and slid my full eight inches down into her pussy. Karin moaned and pushed back to get all my dick inside her. My dickhead tapped her womb and Karin moaned louder. I slid my hands under and massaged each breast as I slid out and into her warm tight pussy. Milk was dripping from each hard nipple onto the kitchen floor as I squeezed each breast.
"Fuck my dick," I ordered her then began slapping her ass. Karin pumped my cock with her pussy faster and faster. I left one breast and gripped her clit. It felt huge between my finger and thumb. I worked that love button until she screamed into another orgasm and sprayed my groin with thick pussy honey.
"Oh Zach, I love your cock, I love what you are doing to my poor pussy, use me ram that dick deep into me and spray your hot cum all inside my cunt," Karin yelled.
The two of us were pounding each other - pussy to cock - until Karin came again. Her pussy gripped my cock hard and started pulsing on my dick. I pushed my fingers back down her asshole then came hard. I shot six or seven hot loads into her as her pussy milked my dick on each load. I kept my dick in her pussy as she slid forward to lay on the wet kitchen floor. Karin's breath was labored as she tried to calm down. I leaded over her body and slid both my hands under her and onto those nice full heavy breasts. Two fingers each found her nipples and I twirled and pinched them and felt her milk again. Karin moaned my name several times.
I pulled my dick out of her pussy and laid it between her ass cheeks. Her full matronly ass cuddled my dick between her cheeks. I pumped my cock up and down her ass crack and each time my dick slid across her rosebud I leaked my powers onto her asshole. Karin moaned each time my dickhead slid by. I supported myself on one arm and centered my dickhead on the portal into her ass. Her anal ring relaxed from my mind control and my helmet popped in.
"Oh no Zach don't! I never had a cock in there, ooo Yeeees, fill my ass with your big thick cock," she hissed as my dick slowly sunk down into her ass. I was using my powers on her anus to place a desire for more. "Oh Zach you are so wicked using my ass for your pleasure. What would your mom say if I called her tomorrow and told her you fucked my ass?" she growled.
"She would ask you why did you seduce her son," I growled as I slammed my hard eight inched deep down into her ass.
"Oh Zach this is so wicked but I am carried away. My ass is filled with your big cock and all I want is more," she moaned as she pushed up her hips to get my cock deeper.
I worked to a strong deep rhythm of pulling my cock out to my dickhead then going deep again until my balls smacked her ass. I pulled all the way out once or twice just to see the big "O" I made in her anal ring.
"More Zach, faster Zach, pound my ass with that thick dick deep into me. Fill me with your hot cum again. Use me, do me, own my ass," Karin moaned.
I pushed her legs apart as I moved between them then grabbed her pony tail and pulled back until she got on her hands and knees. I pulled her up to stand then with my dick still up her ass I pushed her towards the kitchen table.
I pushed on her back until she bent over and squashed her tits on the table. I then pounded away at her ass increasing the speed of my dick riding her ass chute. I reached around her hips and ran my left hand through her pussy lips. I pinched her clit with those fingers then with my other hand started slapping her ass. I pulled on her clit and Karin screamed into another orgasm. Her ass chute gripped and pulsed on my cock. I power fucked her ass then drove deep down and my orgasm soon overcame me.
"Here you cock ass bitch take my cum, take my hot cum deep down your ass," I growled as I shot four strong loads in her ass. I pulled my dick out and shot four more loads up onto her back and all over her ass cheeks. I then slid my cock back into her ass and rubbed her clit to another orgasm so strong she sprayed pussy juice all over the kitchen floor.
"Stop Zach, stop you're gonna kill me. My pussy and ass are already broken," she moaned as she twitched on the table. I slowly slid my dick out of her ass and watched as my cream dripped out of the "O" I left there.
"Mom what the hell is going on?" I heard screamed across the kitchen. I turned and saw Kate standing there, a younger carbon copy of her mother Karin.
Still naked I walked up to Kate and said, "I came over to help your mom with her pipes," then I grasped Kate's hand and gripped it onto my cock and slid her hand up and down my ass wet cock. She had a shocked look on her face but didn't let go of my thick cock.
With that contact I used my power to flood her body, pussy, tits and ass with powerful pleasure feelings which pushed her into an orgasm. She lost her strength and dropped to her knees. I took my thick cock and slapped her cheeks then ran my dickhead across her lips. She almost opened her mouth then stopped herself. I gripped the edge of her t-shirt and pulled it up to wipe off my dick. I could see her large breast straining against the bra cups.
I walked to my clothes and dressed. Kate just stayed there kneeling on the kitchen floor. The crotch of her tan shorts were dark with the juice that had leaked from her pussy.
Karin was still lying across the kitchen table breathing heavily. On my way by I slapped Karin's ass a few times. She moaned but did not move. I then ran my hand across Kate's cheek and whispered, "See you later tonight - call my house."
"Bye Mrs. Johansen, call my mom if you need me to come over tomorrow for whatever you need," I said at the front door as I let myself out.
With the hunger I left in Kate's body I knew for sure she would call me later. What I didn't know yet would be if I was gonna tag team both the Johansen woman or just Kate. Either way I was ready for whatever. Sometimes helping out a neighbor has its own rewards.
When I got home my mom hugged me and gave me a deep kiss. She ran her hand in my hair which was moist from Karin's pussy juice and you could still smell the aroma of her scent. "How's Mrs. Johansen's pipes? Did you take care of them all?" she laughed.
"Yes I did mom but I think she is gonna want a maintenance agreement to keep her pipes flowing," I laughed.
My mom kissed me again and I am sure she tasted Karin's pussy.
"You're such a bad boy Zach but the women just love your big cock. And speaking of that wonderful organ your sister said to go up to her room and see her since your other daughter is down for the night and she still has some breast milk left for you. Now be a good brother and go fuck your caring sister. If you have anything left after your sister come wake me up. My pussy has a strange itch," she moaned and kissed me again.
All I can say is I am really grateful for that bike accident, my new power and my thick long cock.
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19,622 | Zach the Pool Boy | ZachDocEight | NonConsent/Reluctance | 2020-09-04 | 2020-09-04 | 2022-01-01 15:51:11 | 1 | literotica.com | https://www.literotica.com/s/zach-the-pool-boy | Zach does a cougar wife and cuckolds the dean. | ['Anal', 'Anal Sex', 'Blowjob', 'Cougar', 'Cuckold', 'Domination', 'Non-Con', 'Noncon'] | 4.29 | WARNING: This story involves scenes of graphic sex including domination, cuckold, blowjob and anal. If that is not what you are looking for don't read on. All sexual acts depicted in the story are committed by adults over eighteen years old. This is another story of Zach's special powers but taken from recent headlines.
From previous stories you might know that a bicycle accident left me in a coma from a brain concussion. When I awoke I discovered I had a mind control ability that worked only with woman. I tap into their deep needs and target female sexual centers of their bodies.
I was in med school in So Cal and a group of us were at a bar tossing back a few. The guys were trying their best to hit on the girls but having no success. With my special mind control abilities and outstanding package I seldom hook up with co-eds especially in pre-med. I don't want to get a rep for a great lay plus a few of the women were in the same classes I had.
One of my close buddies, Joe, was well on his way to an Uber ride home. He tried to talk quietly but was so buzzed he was actually loud. He needed me to cover for him Saturday morning on a pool cleaning gig he had.
"Zach, listen, listen, don't tell anybody this," he said bar conversation loudly. "I got this customer tomorrow and they're so fucked up. The wife, Betty, is this huge titted cougar that bosses me around then spreads her legs and lets me fuck her until I'm exhausted. The fucked up part is that her older husband is one of the deans at the college and he watches me fuck his wife."
"Gerry sits in a pool chair or kitchen chair or den chair or the chair they have in their bedroom and watches me fuck his wife's hot wet pussy. When I leave her with a cream pie he licks it up! It's fucked up Zach! But I still get my rocks off every Saturday and cum all over that horny bitch. You have to take my pool cleaning job but watch out for that bitch. She'll bust your cock as she sucks it deep down her throat and takes it deep in her cunt. Man o man she fucks real good! Here's the address. Just go in the back gate. All you need is in the pool house," he yelled as he pushed a paper in my shirt pocket then fainted on the bar table.
Saturday morning I rode my Harley over to the address. I opened the gate and went to the pool shed and connected the vacuum and started the job. It being So. Cal. it was hot so my tee shirt came off leaving me in my running shorts. I had my back turned when I heard, "Pool Boy, come over here and put some cream on my breasts. Hurry up! I don't wanna get them burned today."
I turned and saw her half sitting up on a small pool lounger that just fit her wide hips. Her naked huge tits were hanging on her chest, dark aureoles covering most of the bottom of her globes. She was gifted with big dark chocolate nipples the size of a finger tip. They were hard now raised by a strong breeze in the back yard. Her pussy was covered just by a small triangle of blood red fabric centered in her gash. Her plump labia were waxed bare and on display. She was prime cougar fucking material.
She had a small towel over her face to keep the California sun from turning her into an old leather bag. She heard 'Joe' approaching as I stopped next to her. I dropped my shorts and wanked my long fat cock until it was hard. I picked up the sunscreen then straddled her chair and squeezed a big glob right between her tits. She screeched and sat up.
I gripped the back of her neck and pushed my fat cock into her open mouth. I released a glob of pre-cum across her tongue. She sucked my cockhead like a candy rush to a diabetic. I gave her an oral hunger that needed to be satisfied. I pushed my cock against the end of her mouth and eased her gag reflex and filled her throat with my fat cockhead.
I pulled back then rammed my cock back down her throat. I intensified her hunger for cock and she reached around to grip my ass and started fucking her face. My heavy hanging balls slid across the glob of sunscreen and rubbed between her huge tits. My thighs rubbed her hard nipples so I brought bursts of pleasure onto them. Betty's spit and saliva ran down my fat cockshaft to drip into the cleavage of those huge breasts.
Although I felt her confusion Betty didn't stop sucking the cock in her mouth. She slid down my long shaft to lick my balls and block her lungs from getting any air. When she did that I squeezed her throat with my other hand feeling my fat cock inside her. I gripped her dark curly hair on each side and rode my cock past her tight lips, her wet tongue and into her throat over and over. I listened to her gurgle as her spit soaked her tits and wet my ball sack. I filled her throat with my fat cockhead and held her there.
"I just saw your husband drive up and enter the house. I'm gonna cum and fill your mouth with my hot thick seed. Don't you dare swallow it or spit it out. Keep my cum filled behind your teeth. We will then go into your kitchen and you will kiss your husband and not pull pack until he has all my spunk. Do you obey slut?" I growled at her.
Betty went, "mum hum" on my cock in understanding. I slid my cock back to my cockhead and her tongue quickly circled it. I pushed forward into her throat again. I repeated that movement sliding my own cockknot along her wet tongue as she kept her mouth tight on my shaft.
I turned my attention to her groin and using my abilities I made her soak her little red triangle with a huge flow of hot pussy juices. I swelled her clit making it ultra sensitive so she started humping her pussy against the pool chair. I tipped her nerve ending to maximum and she came into a huge orgasm. I could hear her pussy ejecting her hot sauce against that now soaked fabric.
I reached down and grabbed her huge breasts and pulled hard on her fat nipples. She screamed on my fat cock but kept her lips locked tight on my cockhead. Her body was trembling so strongly she was fucking my cock with her face. She was breathing heavily through her nose or along my cockshaft. She shook through an intense after-climax and clamped down on my cock and shook her tongue rapidly across my pleasure knot.
"Here it come bitch! Don't lose one glob of my hot thick cum. Save it all for your husband!" I yelled as I pulled back to my cockhead and fired out pulses of cum.
I didn't count but came over and over. I could feel the heat of my cum filling her mouth. I made her cum once more soaking her ass with her own hot cum as she trembled on my cock sucking the globs out of my cockhead. I pulled back and pushed my hand down my shaft giving Betty the last drop of hot thick cum. She licked my corona all around and went back to my pleasure knot.
I popped out and ran my cockhead across both cheeks leaving little trails of cum stain. I moved my cockhead across her lips and a last cum drop painted them.
"Show me my cum slut!" I growled pulling her curly hair.
By now the towel had dropped off her face and she leaned back enough to confirm it was not Joe that had filled her mouth with hot cum and in some strange way had made her cum so strongly her body still trembled.
She looked into my eyes and a smile spread across her face as she opened her mouth and lifted her tongue. My white cum filled the reservoir behind her lower teeth. She closed her lips and moaned loudly. I stepped over the pool chair and reached down to help her up after she swung her legs over. She stood and buried her large spit covered tits against my chest. She moaned again and gripped my mostly hard cock with her hand.
I turned her towards her patio and her back door. I went behind her and saw just a tiny red string running up between the globes of her matronly ass cheeks. I slapped her ass hard making her eek but keeping her lips locked tight. I slapped her ass cheeks several times until she opened the door and walked inside. She walked into the kitchen and went directly to her older husband.
She pulled his salt and pepper hair down hard in back. His face went up and his mouth opened to protest. Betty leaned down and holding his back neck she kissed him deeply. His eyes shot open wide as he realized his wife had just filled his mouth with a wad of warm cum. Gerry tried to shake away but Betty held him tight to her lips. After a minute of hissing at each other she backed away and laughed loudly.
I walked naked to the kitchen table and pushed items onto the floor. I then grabbed Betty's hair and pulled her backwards until she fell onto the kitchen table on her back. I pulled her ass to the edge and moved her triangle to the side. The fabric was soaking wet as well as her swollen pussy lips. Before she could stop me I pushed my fat cockhead between those black curly lips and entered the doorway to her vagina. I pushed again mentally relaxing her vagina just enough to let my entire cock slide in and tap her cervix.
Betty sat up screaming starring with wild eyes right at me. I pulled back then quickly filled her pussy with my long fat cock slapping my heavy balls against her ass. I made her clit swell and explode with sensations and she screamed with a strong climax. I pulled out and moved aside and Betty sprayed her woman cum in an arc soaking the tile floor. I thrust into her pussy again and jackhammered my cock quickly. Betty screamed again and when I pulled out she spayed her cum on me and the kitchen floor.
I moved besides her showing her husband my long fat cock. I pushed my two long fingers into her pussy curling them against her g-pad and thrust back and forth. My fingers came out as did arcs of juicy female cum wetting the floor again forming a puddle. I did that over and over as Betty thrashed and screamed through orgasm after orgasm. The table edge and the tile floor was soaked in her essence and her scent filled the kitchen. She fell back on the table totally spent.
I reached over and pulled her fat nipples way out as her breast flesh followed along. Holding one nipple and twirling it I pinched her clit and pulled hard. Her body trembled like she was having a fit and her pussy ejected her cum. Pulse after pulse of thick juices arced out from between her blood swollen pussy lips.
"No more, no more, oh good savior no more," Betty moaned.
I rolled her over onto her fat tits and pulled her hips back until her feet reached the floor. I kicked her legs apart then started slapping her ass until it turned red. Betty turned her head and looked at her husband. She moaned loudly when I pulled her fat ass cheeks apart and pushed my fat cockhead against her anus. I softened that dark ring with my mind and my cockhead entered into her heat.
"NO! Oh my god not there," Betty protested.
There was butter still on the table after all that sexual activity. I dipped two fingers then coated the cockshaft that wasn't in her ass. I slowly pushed down and Betty's ass took all my long fat cock. She growled when my heavy balls landed against her destroyed pussy. Giving no quarter I pulled back and thrust my cock in her ass rapidly for thirteen times.
Her swollen clit was rubbing across the edge of the table and I brought her to several strong orgasms. Her hot pussy juice continued to pour out from her lips and drip onto the floor. I filled her ass with cock and moved my hips against her cheeks drilling my cockhead in deep. Betty gripped the table edge and trembled through another countless orgasm.
"Oh FUCK Gerry! His cock is filling my ass! I'm fucking cumming over and over. I want cocks in my ass! I want long fat cocks in my ass! You hear me? I want long fat cocks buried deep in my ass over and over!" Betty screamed and came again her ass pulsing on my buried cock.
I started a rapid pace of sliding my cock out of her ass and pushing her anal ring wide open as I sunk back in to her darkness. She moaned and trembled and twerked her ass all along my cock. My target was now the large "O" my cock had caused to her anus. I kept my cock within her ass moving from cockhead to my thick base. Her anal ring puffed out with my withdrawal and rolled back in with my thrusts. Her inner ring puffed out beet red and turned dark rolling back.
My pleasure knot was reaching overload so I buried my cock deep into Betty's ass and blasted cum globs into the depths of her bowels. Pulse after pulse of hot thick cum shot out the slit of my throbbing cockhead. My globs rode along my shaft and painted her dark circular back lips. I pulled out and painted her target with several white thick globs.
"That hot thick cum is all yours Gerry. Make sure you get it all. Betty please don't forget to pay Joe for getting your pool cleaned," I said and turned to leave via the patio.
When I went to close the door Gerry was kneeling with his face buried between his wife's chubby ass cheeks. His slacks were soaked from the puddle of his wife's cum. I heard both Gerry and Betty moaning from their perhaps new pleasure.
Joe called me next Saturday night. "Gerry and Betty gave me a five hundred dollar bonus. They wanted to know who you were but I didn't give you up. I told them I was drunk when I got someone to cover for me and I have no idea who he was. Oh and damn thanks because I now can have Betty's ass anytime I want! I paint that fat ass with my cum and Gerry gets right in there to clean it up. Damn they are even more freeky."
I do what I can with what I've been given! |
19,623 | Zack is No Longer Just a Friend | thirstygirlll | NonConsent/Reluctance | 2016-05-24 | 2016-05-24 | 2022-01-01 15:51:12 | 1 | literotica.com | https://www.literotica.com/s/zack-is-no-longer-just-a-friend | A story with Zack and Beth's Points of View. | ['Alcohol', 'College', 'Condom', 'Dorm', 'Force', 'Heterosexual', 'Nonconsent', 'Point Of View', 'Redhead', 'Text Message'] | 3.51 | Zack and I have been talking for a few weeks. He's 22, I'm 21. We hung out a few times at his house off-campus and had a great time watching movies and eating pizza. However, I feel like he might think of me as a friend, since he has made no attempts to kiss me when we spent time together, and I'm too shy to make the first move. He's really sweet and is involved in a lot of organizations on campus, so it can be hard to find time when we're both free. Also, it's getting towards the end of the semester, and I don't want to go all winter without talking to him, or letting him know how I feel. I still don't have the courage to tell him though, until a night out with my friends...
"Beth, just go for it!" Sarah tells me as we are drinking cocktails at a bar off campus.
"He'll never know if you don't tell him! It's almost the end of the semester. Just text him!" she slurs.
"Okay..." I say, fumbling for my phone, and blushing. Drunk texts always make me nervous but I feel much more uninhabited after those five rum and cokes I've drank tonight.
Beth[11:50pm]: Heyyy Zack ummm it's Beth and I just wanna say that I think you'ree cute and I've liked you for a while and didn't tell youu i hope you're havinga good friday night
I take a long gulp of my rum and coke, staring at the message and then pressing [send].
"Ohmygosh I wonder what he'll say!" I murmur to myself, while Sarah and my other friends laugh, talk, and drink.
A few minutes later, I feel a vibration and check my phone.
Zack[11:54pm]: Hey, Beth. I had no clue you felt that way. Are you drinking? Do you want me to come get you so you don't have to worry about getting back to your dorm?
"Ohmygod guysss!" I say. "Look! Zack texted me!"
"What did he say?" Sarah asks, coming over.
"He asked if I want him to pick me up...should I say yesss?" I ask.
"Definitely!" my friends say. "Spend some time with him. You should say yes."
"Okay!" I say, encouraged by the alcohol and peer pressure.
Beth[11:59pm]: Yeaah, I'm at Main Street Bar, I can head outside and meet u?
Zack[12:01am]: Wait for me, I'll text when I'm outside. Be safe.
"He's going to get me!" I squeal excitedly, and take my lipstick out to reapply it. I fix my hair and wait for his text. Finally, my phone buzzes at 12:10am and I hug my friends goodbye.
"Be safe!" they say. "Text us if you need us."
"I'll be fine." I say. "He's a great guy. He's probably just going to take me back to campus, or he'll let me crash at his place or something."
I turn and head outside to meet him. I spot a small black car and see him in the car. Zack...short somewhat curly brown hair, brown eyes, dimples, great smile, about 6'0"...and now he knows how I feel. I swallow and prepare to go out and meet him.
I open the door. "Hi," I say, simply, and sit down, closing the door after me.
"Beth," he breathes, leaning over, putting his hand behind my head, and kissing me.
I'm taken aback, but it feels amazing to finally have his lips on mine and I breathe a sigh of relief. This is better than I could have ever imagined. His hand is wrapped around the back of my head, in my hair, and he is pressing my face to his. He's strong, so I couldn't fight him if I wanted to, and I don't.
He smoothly slides his tongue into my mouth and I reciprocate.
We're finally making out! I lightly bite his tongue and wrap my arms around him, but he stops me.
"Let's wait till we're at my house." He says, putting the car into drive, and starting to go.
"Buckle your seatbelt, come on, be safe."
"Your house?" I ask, confused, as the car moves. "You aren't taking me back to my house?"
"No, babe. Why the fuck would I leave my house at midnight to get a drunk girl and bring her back to her house...then LEAVE? That's so stupid."
I feel like I've been hit. "What? I'm just a drunk girl to you?"
"No, you're Beth. You're my friend and hot and drunk and you finally said you like me. I didn't do anything with you before because I honestly didn't know if you were like, gay or something. You seemed interested, but too shy. I don't know. I would have tried something in a few weeks though if you hadn't said anything tonight."
"Oh." I say. "So you like me?"
"Yeah, sure." He says and flashes those dimples. "Okay, we're here."
He unbuckles his seatbelt, and walks to my side of the car, opening my door. I unsteadily unbuckle myself, grab my purse, and take his hand. "Uh. Thanks."
"Anytime, Beth." He says, closing the door after me. He takes my hand and leads me to his house.
"Uh...it's a nice house you have here."
"Thank you. Okay, I think all my housemates are gone for the night. Parties, you know." He says, grabbing my hand and leading me up the stairs. He opens a door down the hallway a bit, and leads me inside. I stop, and he turns me around. "You're beautiful." He grabs my face and starts kissing me again. I drop my purse in shock. I didn't expect him to be kissing me so quickly, or so forcefully. I keep my arms at my sides, as he stands over me, forcing his tongue into my mouth.
"Come on, Beth, move your body, or SOMETHING." He says, looking at me with those brown eyes.
"You said you like me, you're here, I'm here, kiss me."
"But-" I fumble for words. "I...I didn't think this would be happening. Or this quickly or anything."
"Well it is. Suck it up, babe, come on." He leans down again and grabs my face. He's 6 feet tall, I'm about 5'6" but that's still 6 inches taller than I am. He presses his body to mine and he is grabbing me more forcefully. I decide to comply because I can tell he's getting frustrated. I put my arms around him.
"There you go." He says, loosening his grip.
"Come on, Beth, put your body into it."
I press myself against him, and start to kiss him back.
"This is taking too long." He mutters after a few minutes of kissing. I try to put my tongue into his mouth, but he pulls away and takes a small step back. He grabs at the hem of my dress, and starts to pull it up. As it rides up a bit, I suddenly slap my hands over my dress, covering myself.
"Excuse me?!" I squeal.
"Shut up, Beth." Zack says, and pulls my dress up more while I frantically try to stop him.
"Just let me do this."
My heart is racing and I try to hold the dress down.
"Beth, let me do this. Now." He commands.
I hold my dress over myself, frozen.
"Fucking bitch," he whispers, and he reaches out to me, grabs me, and throws me against the bed.
I'm momentarily disoriented, and he yanks me off the bed, pulls my dress up, and quickly reaches behind my back. He unclasps my bra and then, while I'm still dazed from his assaults and the alcohol, he pulls down my underwear.
Somehow I went from fully clothed at a bar, with Zack unaware of my feelings for him, to being naked against my will in his room with feelings of anger for him.
"That's better." He says, and grabs me to him again, slamming his tongue into my mouth.
I feel his hands roam my back, and then grab my ass. I'm afraid of what's happening, and tense up.
He pulls his tongue out for a second, commanding, "Relax. Now."
He grabs my head with his left hand, forcing me to his body, and wraps his right hand around the front of my body. With a jolt of surprise and pain, he shoves two of his fingers into my vagina. He does this again and again, and I am so nervous and upset that I am not wet or excited at all.
"Beth, don't you want this?" he asks, looking both angry and confused.
"N...n..n...no... Not right now, no. No. I'm sorry, no. Not now, please, a different time." I say, starting to cry.
"Well, I'm free now." He says, and throws me against the bed. I see him pull a long cock out of his pants, and he slides a condom onto his erection. He grabs a bottle of lube and pours it all over my pussy. Then, without warning, he slams into me.
§§§§§§§
Ugh, this fucking bitch. She texts me at practically midnight, saying she wants me. I've been the nice guy to her for months now, hanging out with her. If she was less attractive, I wouldn't have gone to the lengths I have to be her friend. She's shy and obviously just a friend but I have enough friends, you know? But she's fucking hot. 5'6", red hair, deep green eyes. She's got a hot body, curvy, not fat, not thin. Beth is also extremely fair skinned with some freckles. She's also got giant ass tits. Like, she's fucking hot. So I wasn't going to let this opportunity pass me by. Of course I had to go and get her. This fucking hot girl I've been wanting to make moves on likes me? And is trashed? Easy and hot lay.
But now this whore isn't doing anything, just standing there, preventing me from doing what we both want.
"This is taking too long." I say, grabbing her dress. Maybe when she's naked she'll be more open to what she came here to do.
"Excuse me?!" she frantically starts to try to pull her dress down.
Uh, no, don't do that, Beth. "Shut up, Beth." I say. She continues to pull it down. I'm getting pissed, more annoyed than I was before. "Beth, let me do this. Now." I command. Why is this bitch trying to piss me off? She just stands there with her hands covering herself. I snap.
"Fucking bitch." I whisper, and grab her. I throw her against the bed, feeling slightly bad, but not really. I wanna see her naked.
When she's standing there in her daze, I pull her up, take off her dress, bra, and panties.
YES, I'm excited to see that she doesn't shave her pussy, just trims it. She's got gorgeous red hair. I've never fucked a redhead before.
"That's better." I say, and stand over her again. I shove my tongue into her mouth, and start to explore her milky soft skin. My hands wander to her nice, supple ass. She gets tense.
Does this bitch think I'm gonna suddenly finger her ass? Why the fuck would I do that?
"Relax. Now." I command, and reposition myself. I grab her with my left hand, and force her mouth to mine. With the other, I shove my fingers into her waiting cunt. Her...dry?...cunt.
She's not into this? She's tight and dry. She's not into this. Fuck. Fuck. Is she going to think this is rape? She's drunk and not into this. I need to figure this out. Fuck.
"Beth, don't you want this?" I ask. I need to know. I thought she did? Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.
"N...n...no, not right now, no, no, no, I'm sorry. Not now, please a different time, I'm sorry, no..." she cries.
Fuck. This fucking bitch called me up and now doesn't want this. Fuck. She doesn't want this.
But at this point, if she calls the cops or something, this would still be sexual assault, right? She's said no at least 10 times, and is crying and covering herself up. Fuck. Well, if she's gonna be a crying bitch and call the cops or something, I at least want to have some fun with this. Right now, I've just gotten to first base, and tried to finger her. I guess I'll go for it.
"Well, I'm free now." I say, and pick her up, throwing her on my bed. I rummage in my endtable, grabbing an extra large condom, and lube. I pull off my shirt, pants, and underwear, and grab my cock. I put my condom on it, and pour lube all over her pussy. She's so dry, neither of us will have fun right now. Maybe the lube will help.
I just need to do it. I line up my dick with her opening, and slam my dick into her.
I feel her shudder a bit, and she cries a bit more. I pull out a bit, and slam into her harder. "Bitch, take it!"
I pull out and push in again and again. I grab her tits, and squeeze them. God, she feels fantastic. God, this is fantastic. Her pussy, moistened with lube, feels amazing, and her tits are so squishy. This is great, other than the fact that she's crying.
"Come on, get into this." I say. She's staring at me with her huge green eyes. I need to put something behind my warning. "Or...I'll hit you. Or force you to do anal. With this huge cock. You don't want that."
"You'll hit me with your penis?" she sleepily, drunkenly, sadly, cries. Dumb whore, I feel bad, but I'm annoyed.
"No, with my hand, like this." I say, still inside her, and wind up, smacking her across the face. "I'll do it harder. Fuck me like you mean it or I'll hit you again!" I scream. I pull out. "Okay, let's pretend we haven't had sex yet. Okay? Okay. Let's do it now. Let's try again now." I circle her opening and slide in a bit. "Ready? Fuck me like you mean it."
I slam into her again, and start fucking her with a rhythm. She seems slightly more responsive, but still not a lot. Okay, I guess we're going to take this up a few notches.
"Fuck, Beth. What are you doing." I say, pulling out of her and moving up her body. I rip my condom off, and shove my dick into her open mouth. "Blow me. Come on, skank, blow me!"
I feel her tongue on my dick, licking the head of my penis. I grab her face, and start fucking her mouth. Ugh, her lips feel so good. Her soft lips, and her tongue, and her breath on my dick feel incredible. I am so hard. I slam into her mouth again and again.
Finally, she's complying a bit and I'm happy, but think she could do better.
"Beth, you're not trying hard enough." I say, and pull out. "Let's try your pussy again."
She looks nervous. "No condom?!"
"I don't have any diseases, do you, Beth?"
"No...but..." she looks worried. I spread her legs, and jam my dick into her pussy, wet with lube.
"Argh!" she kind of screams, and I fuck her harder and harder, feeling the grooves of her pussy on my dick. I am so large that I feel myself fill her up completely and slam up into her cervix, but I don't fucking care. I fuck her again and again, and she feels so tight and good. She starts to move, instead of just laying there like a board. Beth is finally into it! But then suddenly I come.
I mostly finish inside her and then pull out my dick so I get a few spurts of cum all over her tits, stomach, and soft pussy hair.
I feel great, and kind of sleepy, but I need to get rid of her now. I lean over and grab her dress, pulling it over her and sliding her shoes on her. She looks lost and confused. I hand her her purse, and a $10 bill for a taxi. I grab her hand and lead her down the stairs. I'm still not wearing pants, whatever. I open my door and shove her out.
"Bye, Beth, have a good night."
§§§§§§§
He fucks my pussy again and again without my consent. I'm crying and don't want any of this, and keep saying it. I think he knows it, too. Fucking asshole.
He's raping me and is happy about it.
"Fuck, Beth. What are you doing?" he says angrily, pulling out of me (yes!) and moving up my body (what?). He rips the condom off, and slides his dick into my mouth. "Blow me. Come on, skank, blow me!"
I am afraid of what he's going to do next, so I try to comply. I start to lick the head of his penis, and he grabs me roughly. He starts penetrating my mouth again and again, and I try to keep him calm by trying to blow him even though he's fucking my face roughly. Ow. It hurts. But it also feels...good? I have been attracted to Zack forever, and now I'm in bed with him. I start to get into it more, and try to add more tongue and more technique. I don't know if I'll ever have this sort of opportunity again!
Just as I'm starting to FINALLY blow him and get it into it, he pulls out. But he hasn't come. Was I not good enough?
"Beth, you're not trying hard enough." He says angrily. "Let's try your pussy again."
What?! He didn't put on a condom again. What is he doing? I am not on the pill! If he would just wait, and calm down for a bit, I could give him a good blow job! I'm just kind of drunk and need more foreplay. I need to get into this a bit more. And I especially want a condom if we're having sex...
"No condom?" I squeal.
"I don't have any diseases, do you, Beth?"
What the hell does that mean? "No," I say. "But..." I can't have sex without a condom! Please, put it back on before you go into me, Zack!
He forces my legs apart, and I'm trying to close them but he's stronger than me. I don't want to get pregnant! He shoves himself into me, and I scream. He's hurting me and filling me up. He fucks me again and again. He's really riding me as hard as he can, aided by the lube. He is grabbing at my body, and fucking me as hard as he can, slamming into me violently. I've never been fucked this hard. My most recent ex, Mat, was in bed. He always came early, and was too gentle. But with Zack...he's riding me so hard, I'm really starting to enjoy the roughness of this all. This new experience I've never experienced, with this attractive man.
He's inside me for a few minutes, fucking me again and again. I start to respond, meeting his thrusts. He's fucking me hard while I am starting to enjoy every second of it. How did this even happen? He's so huge, but it's an experience I've never had. I'm really enjoying it, and I love the feeling of him in my pussy. Finally his body tenses, and I feel his hot cum filling my vagina. Oh no. He suddenly pulls out but the damage is done, I might already get pregnant! But it gets worse, he cums all over my breasts and stomach, and then even more on my crotch. It's hot and sticky and I am so overwhelmed. I'd like to take a bit of a break, sober up, take a shower, and then go back at it with him. This time, knowing how large and experienced he is, I want to really enjoy it!
But after about a minute, he pulls me up, dragging my dress onto my body, and shoes onto my feet. What? He's throwing me out already? I'm not even wearing my bra or underwear.
He gives me my purse and hands me a $10 bill.
I stare at him, covered in tears, cum sticking to my dress, cum leaking out of my vagina. I look at him and ask what the money is for.
"Taxi fare." He says simply, grabbing my hand and pulling me down the stairs. He gives me a weird look, then opens the door and pushes me out.
"Bye, Beth, have a good night." He closes the door after him.
What the hell just happened?
My night went from casually texting Zack, to basically getting raped except I actually enjoyed it, and now all of a sudden I'm out on the street.
I look up and down the rows of college houses, and frat houses. I don't want to face people right now, I probably look like a mess. And I want the rest of my belongings.
I turn around and ring Zack's doorbell.
He answers the door and looks at me. "What?" he sighs, like he thinks I'm going to start screaming or hitting him or something.
"I want my bra and panties." I say. "And why don't I stay the night? We can have some more fun when we wake up tomorrow."
Zack looks me up and down, probably seeing my messy hair and crumpled dress. He sighs.
"Are you going to call the cops or anything?"
"No." I say simply. "I wanted to, I did. I really didn't want to do that. But...I actually got into it...so...can I stay, and we'll fuck more once we're more awake and sober?"
He looks at me again and holds out his hand.
"Sure, come upstairs."
I follow him up the stairs and he pulls off my dress, handing me my bra and panties.
"Lie down. I'm exhausted. We can do more tomorrow." Zack says, turning over in bed.
I close my eyes, trying to sleep, but I can't- I'm too excited at all the sex that we can have tomorrow morning.
I am so glad that I texted Zack! |
19,624 | Zahara: An American slave | Nicola_Italia1 | NonConsent/Reluctance | 2004-07-06 | 2004-07-06 | 2022-01-01 15:51:13 | 1 | literotica.com | https://www.literotica.com/s/zahara-an-american-slave | Every story has a beginning. | ['Cock Stuffed', 'Cried Aloud', 'Ripped Clothes', 'Sandy Beach', 'Sank Cock', 'Sister Cousin', 'Small Mouth', 'Threaded Hair', 'Told Quietly'] | 3.92 | Zahara stood holding the bamboo bars in her small slender hands. It had all happened so fast. In the span of one afternoon – her life and her family had been torn apart and completely changed. There was no hope. Nothing would ever be the same.
Zahara in Swahili meant “flower” and thus she had always been in her family. She was the baby child in a family of 15 children. They had always lived a peaceful, loving life in Western Africa. She was her father’s pride and joy and he had always doted upon her. She was 19 years old in the Western world and very old and past the time of marrying and bearing children in Africa.
But her father, the chief in their village, had denied her nothing and her wish had been to remain unmarried, chaste and always at her father’s side to help him and support him since her mother had died the year before. Now everything was over.
The raid had begun in the early morning. When the jungle was half falling asleep half walking up and the mist covered the ground – they had attacked. When the pale faced men overdressed and with too much facial hair had finished – her father, eldest brother and many more lay dead upon the ground. Zahara and her sisters had been thrust inside a handmade cage. The worst had yet to occur. The pale-faced men had also raided Zahara’s nearest neighbors and arch enemies for generations. They had also been enslaved and thrust inside the cage that was as large as three rooms.
Zahara looked around the cage and noted her sisters and the people from the other village. Her dark eyes took in the large form of Kumi. He was from the hated other village and Zahara had never liked him though they did have a strange and complicated history. He was tall and muscular with dark eyes that always seemed to be upon her when they had met in the mutual market at the edge of their villages. His name meant “forceful” and Zahara had always found that fitting.
Zahara was a beautiful woman and had always received looks and stares from the village men. Her skin was the color of dark honey and her eyes were like cocoa. Her eyes were wide spaced and innocent with a button nose and thick sensuous lips. As daughter of the chief - her hair was always braided and pulled up and back with small shells and beads decorating it. Because she had never married her hair was always to remain pulled back. Only married women were allowed to free their hair from constraints. When freed, Zahara’s hair was wild and frizzy and had the look of a lion’s mane.
She also noted that Kumi’s sisters and male cousins were enslaved also. And she noted that most of the men had bruises and were bleeding from their fight to save their village. What was to become of them, thought Zahara.
The fish belly men – as the Africans began to call the pale men – seemed intent on spending the night at the shore of their village and then begin a journey somewhere far. They had begun to pack up their many belongings and store it on a large vessel the likes of which Zahara had never seen.
That night the men drank much and began violating the women. For some reason they left Zahara alone but grabbed her sister and a cousin to Kumi. Zahara sank onto the floor of the cage as she heard cries and shrieks from her sister and the men laugh. She watched Kumi’s cousin being thrown upon the sandy beach floor and a fat fish belly kneel before her. One man held the girl’s wrists above her as yet another man ripped her clothes from her body. The man who had ripped her clothes silenced her mouth as he sank his cock into the soft orifice.
A fat man came to kneel before her. He stroked the young girl’s breasts and began pinching them hard. He laughed at his friend and smiled as the girl struggled. He undid his breeches and sank his cock inside the girl’s virgin pussy. She moaned in pain and tried to shake her head but the one man had slapped her.
“Ahhhhh,” the girl cried aloud as her hymen was broken cruelly and eventually passed out.
Zahara watched as another man took her sister and flung her face down upon the sand. He pushed her skirt up over her head as someone held her down then reached between her ass and plunged deep inside it. The other man had come all over her sister’s hair and face.
“Disgusting.” Zahara spoke her voice shaking.
Zahara looked away breathing harshly and her heart beating. The fire illuminated the entire scene and Zahara wanted no more. Kumi sank down on his haunches before her.
“Better to loose your virginity with me tonight, then with them.” He told her lowly so no one else would hear.
Zahara wanted to vomit at his words. “Never.” Her hair glistened in the dark with its light colored shells and maroon colored beads.
“So.” He smiled at her in the dark. His handsome face turning into a sneer. “The little high and mighty chief’s baby girl is still too good for me.”
“That’s not it at all, Kumi. I have never wanted you the way you wanted me.”
“Oh yes? I remember a summer day when you wanted much more from me.”
With that said, Zahara blushed in the dark and remembered the afternoon he spoke of. The summer before she had been a girl on the brink of womanhood and he had always lusted after her. He had come across her resting on a secluded sandy beach. She had been naked and wet and he couldn’t help himself – he had suddenly been between her thighs licking her until she had orgasmed.
Zahara and Kumi had always had a difficult relationship. They had grown up as small children but had played together secretly. Both of their mothers had allowed the friendship thinking nothing was wrong. Children – no matter the fact that their individual tribes hated each other – were innocent. But the fathers – would have been incensed and angry at the fact of their friendship.
Zahara – not to be outdone – had taken Kumi’s large cock into her small mouth. His hands had threaded into her hair as he initiated her into the joys of oral sex. He had climaxed half in her sweet mouth and lastly onto her face. She had jumped in surprise and went to wash it off in the ocean. When she returned to the shore, her brothers were holding Kumi and her father was in a rage. And so had ended their friendship.
He knew she was thinking of the same scene. “So you’ll take my cock in your mouth and nothing more? At least I should thank you.” Her breasts flattened his muscular chest as his mouth came upon hers. He had dreamed of her often. His village women were pretty and liked but none held the allure of Zahara. He had taken his cock many time in his hand and slid down the length of it thinking of her soft pussy. He had always wanted her.
“No, Kumi.” She cried out softly as his mouth took hers and her hands moved against his naked chest. She could feel the muscles move underneath her small hands and the feel of his mouth was too much.
He finally tore himself away pushing her from him. “Fine. Loose your precious virginity to these drunk barbarians. What do I care?” He stalked away from her going to the far corner of the cage leaving her alone and afraid. But that night, Zahara was left alone.
The next morning, the fish bellies began chaining the tribes together. They treated the Africans like animals. The cut and tore off all of the men, women and children’s clothing and threw buckets of cold water onto the people to cleanse them. Then they chained each person’s feet together, and then chained their hands together. Each person was chained to the person in front of them with minimal movement. A person could stride forward and hold someone else – but any other movement was not possible.
The ship was enormous and soon the Africans were led onto the deck and then began the descent into the belly of the ship. Zahara wondered when the women and men would be separated. She was behind her cousin but behind her was Kumi. They descended further and further into the belly of the ship until darkness reigned supreme and the stench of bodies and sweat was overwhelming.
She watched her row become chained to the ship’s floor and she cried out. “No! This isn’t right!” But the fish bellies paid her no mind.
She watched as men, women, and children were tied and chained together with no thought of privacy or sanctity.
She was chained behind her cousin and could feel Kumi chained behind her.
She could reach out and cup her cousins hips or shoulders but that was all. She could barely move her legs and the claustrophobic feeling threatened to drive her over the edge.
“Shhh, it’s ok.” Kumi held her hips in his strong arms to settle her down.
“Don’t touch me.” She cried out but she knew it was futile. The ship began rocking after what seemed like forever and the Africans began their journey toward America.
Many different dialects drifted past Zahara’s ears. It had not been just her village that had been attacked and violated. Kumi moved behind her and she could feel his hips, legs and chest.
“Zahara.” He breathed into her neck.
“Stop.” She tried to move away from him but his hands held her hips still.
“Move closer so I can feel your tits.” He told her quietly and she tried to jerk away from him.
“Kumi, stop it. I mean it.” His hands roamed down her hips, past her ass and to her upper thighs and then up her long back.
His hand threaded into her hair and he pulled her to him.
“No.” He growled at her and then bit into her neck. He was like an animal. Trying to hold onto anything – he had to dominate her. She had to give in to him - she had to.
She tried to break away just as his hands tried to touch her breasts and stomach as she half turned to him.
His cock had already been half awake at the nearness of her and suddenly it reared awake. He wanted to fuck her so hard and at the same time – wanted to hold her on the sandy beach and make love to her. Everything was over. Nothing in their lives would ever be the same. He had to hold onto her. He had to.
His cock was suddenly rock hard and wanting her. Kumi could hear many women sobbing at the loss of their homeland and children, some men were talking quietly – and even others he could hear grunting in the midst of sex.
He grabbed onto her hips and inserted a leg between hers. It was a rough gesture and she had little time to respond.
“Kumi.” She hissed at him but he ignored her.
His legs pressed hers apart from behind and his cock positioned behind her sank into her tight body tearing her hymen as he pulled out and then plunged into her again. He grunted at the exertion as Zahara tried in vain to pull away from him. He was large and thick and his cock stuffed her small pussy fully.
“No, Kumi, stop.” She tried to pull away from him – but his chains jerked her back and she was helpless as he raped her.
He grunted as his cock sank into her tight hole and he moved in and out of it. He grunted as the slickness of her desire began to ease the way.
Kumi heard other couples fucking in the darkness and he growled into her ear, “You’ve always been mine, Zahara. Always.”
Zahara cried out trying to pull away but his cock was deep inside her and she was forced to be jerked with his movements.
His chains moved quickly to cup her breasts and he pinched her nipples causing her to cry out.
“Oh,” he cried out as he pounded inside her tight little cunt. His hands grabbed her hips as he continued to pound until his hot sperm shot inside her small cunt.
He pulled out at last after his cream had filled her pussy.
Zahara tried to move away as far as she could but it wasn’t very far.
“Zahara.”
She jerked away. “My father would have killed you for what you just did to me.” She whispered over her right shoulder.
“Our father’s our dead, Zahara.” He told her quietly.
“Yes, better they are than to witness their children in chains and being violated.”
“If those barbarians rape you, at least they won’t have your virginity.”
“No, my blood stains you! And don’t pretend to have done this for me - you sick animal!”
Kumi was quiet for awhile until he spoke again. “I have heard the stories. They are taking us far away.”
Zahara said nothing.
“I will have you again, Zahara. And again and again until we get to this other place. And you can cry and beg and I’m still going to take you. At least you can try and enjoy it. You and I were always meant to be together. You were too proud to realize it.”
“How could I have ever thought you were a splendid man? You are disgusting – no better than these fish bellies who raped my sister and your cousin!”
Kumi could hear the moans and grunts of another couple and yet another women pleading to stop and his cock lengthened again. Her blood stained him and mingled with his cream and he wanted her again.
“Do you want me to take you up the ass? Or do you want my cock in your cunt?” He asked her quietly in her ear and she gasped and tried to pull away.
“Well?” He asked again. He was giving her the choice. If she didn’t answer – he would take her ass. If she did answer – she was admitting she wanted him.
Just as she was about to answer – her pussy creamed down her thighs at the thought of his large cock almost ripping her apart.
“My pussy.” She told him over her shoulder as his mouth took hers and his tongue invaded her small mouth.
His cock pressed into her cunt and it was creamy wet. His cream already inside her cunt was milking the way as was her arousal.
He gripped her hips tightly and his cock rammed inside her stuffing her fully. She pulled on her hand chains jerking her cousin awake.
Zahara cried out as his cock stuffed in and out of her pussy until she cried aloud and he grunted in response and his cream shot into her a second time.
The voyage passed slowly. Some days Zahara was so tired and depressed that Kumi would rape her just to exert some sort of control over her or just to feel. Other times Zahara would rub against him and beg him to take her. Other couples did the same thing and some women chained to other women would rub against each other’s hands and bodies for release.
They would take in the sun every so often but spent the majority of time down in the belly of the large ship. Some women attracted the eyes of the slave traders and were taken up on deck to satisfy the crew and captain but not Zahara. But for Zahara – the life of an American slave was just beginning. |
19,625 | Zanny | dr_mabeuse | NonConsent/Reluctance | 2002-10-16 | 2002-10-21 | 2022-01-01 15:51:14 | 2 | literotica.com | https://www.literotica.com/s/zanny | 1. Girl goes looking for it, and it finds her. 2. She's forced to take part in a sexual performance. | ['Bitch Loves', 'Doc Cock', 'Fire Cunt', 'Fuck Doc', 'Guy Laughed', 'Moaned Protest', 'Sound Muffled', 'Tongue Yeah'] | 4.54 | The night was thick, hot, and humid, the air filled with the menace of an impending thunderstorm as Zanny walked hurriedly down the dark and empty street. She knew she must be crazy to be out in this neighborhood at this time of night, dressed as she was, and yet this was the third night in a row that she’d been compelled by some unknown need to dress in her best clothes, her sexiest underthings, sheer stockings, her black pumps, and take a cab down to the center of this forlorn industrial wasteland where she would walk alone through these dangerous and deserted streets, wandering slowly, the sharp rap of her heels loud in the darkness. Eventually she would reach a boulevard or busy street where she would find another cab that would take her back up north to her flat, taking her safely away from this dismal and forlorn neighborhood as she gazed out the window filled with a strange mixture of relief and gnawing frustration.
She was young, beautiful and desirable. Many people had told her so but she would have known it anyway. It was a fact that she never tired of noticing, and sometimes, walking past an unsuspected mirror, her own image surprised her anew, making her marvel at what a fine and handsome woman she’d become, long legged, full-breasted, with intelligent eyes and a sensual mouth. It was no wonder that men flocked to her and that she could afford to pick and choose. Men had become second nature to her, and while she enjoyed the attention she provoked, she had learned how to play the game long ago, how to use what she had to get what she wanted.
But lately that hadn’t been enough. She’d grown bored with the people she knew, bored with relationships, with sex. It had all become so predictable, so unsatisfying. She did not want the marriage proposals she was offered. She did not want the tedium of romance, the tender, considerate sex, the avowals of love. She did not want the roses; she wanted something more direct, more physical. She wanted the thorns.
She stopped on a street corner illuminated by a dim yellow streetlight that barely penetrated the humid air, leaving dark pools of shadow in the empty doorways and the rubbish in the street. Far away she could hear the hot whine of tires on asphalt, and somewhere far in the distance there was the sound of an ambulance or police car. A forlorn traffic light a block down changed from red to green, the color reflected in the dark windows of the shuttered and abandoned shops, but there were no cars to notice it. Far in the distance, out in the west, she saw a slash of heat lightening. A cat yowled in heat.
Beneath her coat she wore a blue satin blouse, a bit too tight for everyday wear, and beneath that a good skirt. She had on her best underthings, sheer, sexy, and, despite the sticky heat, a garter belt and gray stockings. She stopped now, feeling herself in her clothes, the weight of her own breasts, the thick hunger in her vagina. When she turned her attention to her own body she realized that she felt terribly vulnerable and terribly sexy. It was a scary, edgy feeling she’d learned to savor. It made her feel peculiarly alive.
She had never even bothered to create a conscious rationale for what she was doing. Since she had accidentally gotten off the subway at the wrong stop several weeks ago, she found that something about stalking these streets in the dark, dressed for sex, aroused her in a way that nothing else did these days. She didn’t examine the feelings, didn’t wonder at them. The dim corner of her mind that knew what brought her down here was not consulted; she simply didn’t want to know. She only knew that after her walk she would go home terribly stimulated and masturbate with the most obscene and degrading scenes going through her mind, and that she would have explosive orgasms, almost frightening in their intensity, like none she had ever experienced with a lover, that left her drained and exhausted and able to sleep at last.
But then the hunger would be back again the next day. And she would be drawn back to these same, mean streets with their sense of immanent danger..
She knew that even now her fear had made her moist between her legs. Whenever she passed a particularly dark doorway or an alley, a place almost designed for rape, she would feel a delicious tingle in her stomach as she thought what if…
Suddenly she heard a low laugh from directly ahead of her. A man’s laugh. Another, and she froze. She cast a nervous glance down the side street, but it was too dark to see anything for sure and she was afraid to stare. The shadows cut the street into bands of gray and deep black, and as she turned her head back she distinctly saw the glow of a cigarette in the darkness, only a few doors down and on the same side of the street.
A thrill of real fear suddenly shot through her, knotting her stomach. In all her other walks she had never come across another soul down here, and she was shocked to discover that she was at a total loss now as to what she should do. She couldn’t run; that was out of the question. The thing to do was to look in control, look as if she knew what she was doing, and walk away. But she was paralyzed standing there, standing on the corner waiting for the light to change.
Probably it’s nothing, she thought. It could be anyone out for a stroll. It might even be the police on patrol. She turned and walked away from the men, trying to make as little noise as she could.
The came up behind her quietly. Too quietly to be anything else but trouble. The hairs on the back of her neck began to prickle and she willed herself not to turn around, not to look.
“Hey, baby!” she heard one of them say. There was a surliness, a challenge in the voice and she knew he was speaking to her. Terror surged through her body and made her want to cry out. She dared not turn around. Her adrenaline made the whole scene crystal clear: the shadows, the broken glass in the street, the trash in the gutter. She heard one of them laugh, not ten feet behind her. It wasn’t a pleasant sound.
Suddenly one of them grabbed at her purse and pulled, spinning her around. Oh God, maybe they just want my purse! she thought in the instant before she saw them and a scream froze in her throat. They were two men, tall, lean, and both wearing ski masks. She had the impression of cruelly amused eyes, eyes which quickly swept her up and down. Stupidly, she heard herself say “No!”
The men didn’t run. The one who held her purse looked at her and beneath the mask she could see a slow smile spread on his face. She realized that he was black.
“Hey Doc,” he said, “What do you make of this?”
The other man stepped over. He had been hunched over, ready to run, and now he straightened to his full height and looked down at her. He was bigger than the black guy, and looked extremely powerful.
He snorted in contempt. “You must be lost, Lady.” he said. “You sure ain’t from around here.”
He took the purse from the black man and said, “Now I suggest you get the fuck out of here before you get yourself killed.”
But before she could turn and run, he changed his mind and grabbed her arm.. She could feel his enormous strength.
“Wait a minute, baby.” he said, stepping close.
The black man said to him. “You thinkin’ what I’m thinkin’?”
The white guy laughed. “Fuckin’-ay” he said. “Party time, huh Z?”
“Why not, man?”
“Yeah. Why the fuck not?”
Before she could react the black man, with surprising quickness was behind her, and grabbed both her wrists, twisting her arms down behind her back. The white guy stood close to her and looked her up and down.
“Oh yeah.” he said. “Oh yeah, this is one good looking piece of ass. All dressed up with no place to go.”
Her arms pinned back behind her exaggerated the proud thrust of her breasts and strained the buttons in the tight blouse, and he brought his hands up slowly, running his hands over her chest, testing the weight and resilience of her tits, filling his hands with her warm flesh.
”Yeah” he whispered lewdly, “Yeah, that’s nice. This one’s a keeper.”
His touch suddenly snapped Zanny out of her fog. She tried to scream, and to pull away from them, putting all her strength into it, twisting and writhing, but the hands held her wrists in an iron grip. She tried to kick the man in front of her but he just laughed and grabbed her ankle, lifting her other foot off the ground.
“No!” she spit, trying to kick him with the other foot. “Bastard!”
The man laughed again. They had her suspended between them, and the white guy took the opportunity to lift her foot even higher, spreading her legs so that he could look down beneath her skirt to her crotch and the sheer, thin panties she wore.
. “Whoa yeah!” he exclaimed in appreciation. ”Thank you, Jesus!” he said with a laugh, bending his head back and addressing the sky. “Thank you, Jesus!”
Z laughed with excitement and Doc jerked his head back to indicate the dark doorway behind him. Some sort of shuttered office building or warehouse.
“In here!” he said
Still holding her ankle he turned and kicked at the rotten boards that barricaded the doorway. The door itself had no glass and he soon battered a hole big enough for them to carry her inside, twisting and struggling. Zanny tried to scream, but she couldn’t get her breath. her throat seemed locked shut and all she could do was say “No! No!” through her clenched teeth.
Somewhere in her mind Zanny remembered hearing that in a nightmare abduction like this you should never let yourself be taken inside any building or car, and she gave a tremendous heave of her body, trying with all of her strength to twist out of their grip. The men staggered off balance for a moment but she was no match for their strength. They just laughed.
But when they got her inside to the dim interior where pale yellow light filtered in through the boarded windows, the man holding her hands seemed to loosen his grip enough so that she was able to pull his hand towards her face, and turning her head she sank her teeth into his flesh and bit down.
“Agh! Motherfucker!” he screamed, dropping her other hand so that she fell to the floor. She kicked up at the second man and felt her foot hit his body, then twisted away onto her hands and knees and tried to scramble off. Someone grabbed her hair and pulled her head painfully up and back.
Zanny saw stars before she felt the blow. Then slowly she felt her cheek start to burn and throb and she realized with a shock that they’d hit her. She heard a half-choked sob and realized that it was her own voice. Her head snapped the other way and again she saw bright splashes of light and tasted blood in her mouth. Then everything turned a throbbing red, the stars receded and she said “No! Don’t! Don’t!”
They released her hair and she fell back on the grimy floor, trying to clear her head. She could just barely focus on the piece of cardboard beneath her, then the red throbbing increased and the whole world faded out.
She could not have been unconscious very long, for when her senses cleared she was just as they had left her, holding herself up on her arms, staring at the cardboard. She passed her hand over her mouth. There was a little blood, She must have bitten the inside of her cheek. As her vision cleared she cautiously turned her head up and looked at the men.
One of them—the one called Doc--was dressed in military fatigues and a field jacket. He had a black ski mask over his face. The other, the man she’d bitten, was black, wearing sweat pants and an Oakland Raiders jacket. Both of them were breathing hard from their exertions and their exposed skin was shiny with sweat.
She apparently had not bitten the black guy as hard as she‘d thought, because she saw no blood. He was holding her purse in one hand, going through it with the other, throwing the things he found on the floor. Doc just looked at her.
The black guy found her wallet and looked in it, then looked through her ID’s. “Uh-uh.” he said to Doc.
“So she’s not a cop.” Doc said. He squatted down and looked at her. “What the fuck’s with you, bitch? What’re you doing down here? Hooking?”
It took Zanny a moment to realize that he was talking to her, then she didn’t know what to say. “No…I… I got lost…”
Doc squatted down, reached over and tilted her face up. His eyes were bright in his face as he looked at her clothes, the silky blouse, her skirt, her stockings. Behind him Z snorted and said “Twenty three bucks, man. That’s it.”
“Some outfit you got on, Baby.” Doc said. “These your getting-lost clothes? You look like you were going to a party. A private party, huh?”
Z laughed. Zanny felt the same warmth she always felt when men looked at her body, but raised to a dangerous, almost nauseating degree. She was aware that she was shaking. She felt as if her arms had no strength, as if she could not hold herself up.
Doc reached out and grabbed her hair, tilted her head back until she was forced to meet his eyes. He looked at her carefully, looking past the punch- drunk fog and the obvious fear, trying to read her, trying to fathom what a good-looking girl like this was doing in this part of town, dressed as she was. She wasn’t a cop. She wasn’t a junkie. And didn’t look that stupid that she didn’t know where she was ands what she was doing.
Slowly the look of animal excitement in his eyes faded as he saw in her the unmistakable signs of sexual arousal: her parted lips, her eyes, bright with excitement beneath the fear, the way she lay there, just waiting for his next move. Yeah. Now he knew what she was about. He’d seen this type before. But he’d never seen it so obviously displayed.
He let go of her hair and laughed, then looked back at the black guy. “Yeah. She was looking for a party, man. I think she was looking for a nice, hot party. A nice hot party with two hot guys.”
The black guy laughed in disbelief. “Shit! Well ain't she come to the right place?”
“I would say she has, man. Most definitely!”
He stood up and walked around towards her face, grabbed her hair in both hands and pulled her painfully to her knees, making her cry out.
“On your knees, bitch!” he said coldly. “Let’s have us some fun!”
Zanny looked up at him in horror. He held her up with one hand still tangled in her hair. She heard the sound of his zipper opening.
“No.” she said. “Please. Just take my money. Please don’t do this.”
“I suggest you shut the fuck up.” Doc said softly. “Just open your mouth and do it. Suck my cock, Baby. Come on.”
She was still dizzy from the slaps. Doc stood in front or her, his hips cocked forward, shoving his crotch at her face, his zipper open. He kept hold of her hair as he took his hardening cock in the other hand and slapped it heavily against her lips. Zanny screwed her face closed, trying not to feel the warm piece of meat as he rubbed it over her lips and slapped it against her cheek, as if knocking at a door. He was already excited and oozing pre-cum and his cock left spots of wetness on her skin.
“Come on,” he whispered urgently, “Come on, Bitch. Do it!”
She tried to turn her face to the side but he suddenly yanked her hair with brutal strength, jerking her face back to his seeking cock. Tears of pain flooded her eyes and when she opened her mouth to cry out she felt the head of his prick slide across the inside of her lips. She instinctively opened her mouth and felt his prick slip inside.
She moaned in protest as he rammed his meat into her mouth, but she knew enough to keep her teeth away from him. She raised her hands to his hips and grabbed on to his pants for balance, but the result was to bring his pants sliding down his legs, causing her to moan again.
This wasn’t the first cock she’d had in her mouth; far from it. In fact she was proud of her cock-sucking skills and reserved them as a special treat for those mean who she especially wanted to favor. But she’d never been orally raped before, never had a prick shoved between her lips, never been used so selfishly before, and her mind was flooded with thoughts as if she were somewhere far away watching this happen to someone else.
This is rape! she thought They’re raping me! This is what it feels like!
And yet she couldn’t understand the feeling of fierce excitement that burned deep inside her, that flared more strongly when she felt this stranger’s burning need, felt the urgency of his brutal thrusts.
“Yes, baby!” he said, “That’s it. Take it, Baby, take it!”
Behind her she heard Z laugh excitedly. “Oh yeah! We gonna have ourselves a par-tay!”
Doc was humping steadily into her mouth, pushing, then pulling out, and with each stroke she felt him growing, getting longer, thicker, and harder. She moaned again in protest and shame at being used like this, but he still held her by her hair, and she could not get away now. He rapidly unzipped his jacket and flung it open to give him a better view of her lips stretched around his pole, and he used her hair to pull her face in over his cock, then out and away in counter rhythm to his hip thrusts, forcing her lips to slide over his burgeoning shaft, pulling her off balance.
She reached out for his legs to steady herself, taking hold of his naked thighs. His legs were rock-hard, the muscles tense as he fucked her face with a slow and savage urgency. Raising her eyes slightly, she could see his flat stomach, taut and quivering as he ground into her face. He was heavy and hot in her mouth, and his breath hissed through his teeth, punctuated every now and again with a groan of pleasure whenever she touched an especially sensitive spot.
It was too much for her. The feel of his masculine hardness and muscle sent a wild irrational wave of excitement through her body. His strength, his need, overwhelmed her. He had no regard for her. She was nothing to him but a mouth, a place to shove his cock, to get his rocks off, and that knowledge and the feel of his desperate lust suddenly thrilled her. She squeezed his legs in her growing excitement, feeling his hardness, and her moans changed from sounds of protest to groans of desire. He felt good sliding between her lips and over her tongue, even his hands tangled in her hair, urging her head back and forth felt good.
She sucked in breath through her nose on his outstroke, holding her breath as she fucked into the back of her throat and she fought down the urge to gag. In her excitement she grabbed onto his buttocks, felt them clench and release as he fucked her face, and found that this way she could pull him to her more easily,
She knew how lewd she must look, on her knees, sucking him off like a common whore, but the image only made her hotter. She suddenly wanted to please him, wanted to be good for him, and she made no attempt to hide the fact. She began to use her tongue, to swirl it around the soft head of his cock when he pulled out, loving the feel of him, the musky male taste of his pre-cum as it leaked from his prick onto her tongue..
“Yeah, Baby! That’s it, Yeah, that’s it!” he murmured, his voice thick with sexual tension. “Now she’s got it.” he said to Z. “Bitch loves to suck cock, Z. Fucker’s into it now, man!”
Her mouth was filled with his meat, and a mixture composed of her saliva and his secretions rolled down her lower lip to her chin. She swallowed to keep more of the juices from streaming down her face and heard him hiss with evil pleasure as he felt her throat contract around the head of his dick..
She felt Z moving behind her on his knees, and then he was working her skirt up around her hips, exposing her ass in her sheer silky panties, which she knew hid nothing from his eyes. He ran his hands over her ass and moaned. “Fuck! This bitch is something, man! You should check out this ass!”
She squealed in surprise as he suddenly slapped her ass. His hands were at her panties, pulling them down, and there was nothing she could do about it but moan in shame, the sound muffled by the sudsy sound of Doc’s cock pumping into her mouth.
Doc suddenly pulled her head from his cock and she watched him silently as he stepped hurriedly out of his pants, kicking off his boots. She just had time to wipe her chin and swollen lips on the back of her hand before he got down on his knees in front of her and took her hair in his hand again. But this time he didn’t have to force her to take his rampant and erect cock. She sucked it into her mouth hungrily, groaning with lewd pleasure, swirling her tongue around him.
“Oh yeah!” he breathed as he watched her mouth distend around his piece. “Yeah! You know what we got here, Z? You know what we got here? We got a little puss who likes it rough. We got a sweet little prick tease who likes to fuck around with her boyfriends and drive them crazy, don’t we baby? You just love to shake that little ass around and make all the dudes hard, then tell them no, don’t you? Hmm, Bitch? Ain’t that right?”
Z gave a low and evil chuckle. Her panties were down around her thighs now, and Z pulled them down over her knees and off her legs completely, leaving her crotch and the tight moons of her buttocks naked before his eyes. She felt his warm and surprisingly soft hands caressing her ass cheeks, dipping into the dark and mysterious cleft between and sliding down to her shaved and sensitive labia.
“Yeah, well she came to the wrong place for that shit.” he said. “That teasing don’t make it down here, baby. Not with a pussy like this one.”
Doc had let go of her head and pushed her hair to the side so he could watch his cock sink into her mouth.
“Yeah,” he said, “that’s why she comes down here dressed like this, begging for it. She knows she’s a naughty girl. She knows she’s a tease and needs to pay for it, but she can’t get that from her boyfriends, can you, bitch? You just can’t that hard cock in your pussy when you fuck with their heads, can you? You need someone to give it to you and make you scream, don’t you, baby? Someone who don’t take your shit.”
His soft but ominous words sunk into her mind and despite herself she had to moan in agreement. That’s just what she was: a little prick teaser who was finally get what she knew she deserved.
“Yeah…” Doc chuckled as he felt her sucking increase. Her didn’t have to hold her head now. She was bobbing her head hungrily, slaving over his hard cock, and her moans were moans of lust, not fear. He slid his hand down her body, over her back, feeling her soft, smooth ass.
“A sweet little bitch who knows just how to drive the boys crazy, aren’t you?” he went on in an excited whisper. “Just what to wear to show off that tight little ass and those big juicy tits. You know just how to walk, how to smile, how to get whatever you want from those little boys. Ain’t that right?”
He was right. Everything he said to her was true. She loved it when the boys begged her, when they moaned in her ear, when she could feel their big hard ons through their pants and she’d pretend to be shocked, horrified. And they were all so good to her, all so considerate and loving, never suspecting what a whore she was at heart, how she wanted to be used and fucked and made to do the most degrading things, made to be the slut that she knew she was.
“Well you know what, baby?” Doc said, “That shit don’t go here. This time you’re going to pay up. This time you’re gonna deliver, bitch. You’re gonna give us everything we want, cunt. Everything!”
“Mmmmm!” she moaned loudly as she felt Z’s mouth on her ass, his lips sliding over her buttocks while his hands slid warm and soft over her pussy. She wanted more, and she wiggled her hips at him as she sucked on Doc’s cock. Z growled in his throat and plunged his face into the crack of her ass, his tongue licking at her, sliding down till he found the bud of her asshole, making her squeal in shame and excitement.
“Oh yeah!” he moaned, “oh yeah that is a tasty asshole!”
“Oh God!” Doc said, his head falling back. “Suck it, slut! Suck my fucking cock!”
She felt Z move behind her, felt him fumbling with his pants, then felt the soft head of his cock slide between her pussy lips, hot and hard.
“No!” she groaned, taking Doc’s cock from her mouth for a moment as the last residual trace of her resistance asserted itself. “No! Please don’t!”
Z smacked her hard on the bottom. “Shut your mouth, whore!” he yelled, “And get that ass in the air! Daddy’s comin’ in!”
She shuffled his knees, arranging himself, and Zanny held her breath as she felt his cock spread her labia.
“Nooo!” she groaned again, but not even she took her protest seriously this time. She was burning up to feel a hard cock inside her, reaming her out, fucking her while she kneeled with her ass in the air and another man’s cock in her mouth. She was on fire with excitement at her helplessness and her degradation at these strangers’ hands.
Doc watched as her face went from a look of denial to one of rapt concentration as she felt Z’s big black cock enter her, stretching her cunt, filling her belly.
“Come on, bitch!” Doc said thrusting his stiff cock into her face. “We ain’t done yet.”
Zanny lowered her head to his glistening meat and took it in her mouth again as she reveled in the feel of Z’s cock sliding into her wet heat. The black man held her hips tightly and pulled her ass back hard against his loins, impaling her on his huge cock, her delicious tightness making him pant loudly through his pursed lips.
“Oh yeah! Good pussy!” he said, “Good, good pussy!”
“Fuck her, Z” Doc hissed, “Fuck the hell out of the bitch! She loves it! You see how she fucking loves it?”
Z began to fuck her, pulling her back and pushing her away so that her tight cunt slid up and back on his big hard cock, her soft ass slamming into his hard belly. He reached beneath her and grabbed her blouse in both hands, then pulled, sending buttons flying as he ripped it open. He filled his hands with the soft, warm meat of her tits and squeezed savagely in his excitement as he rode his cock into her, and the feel of her swollen flesh in his hands seemed to drive him wild.
He let go of her tits and slapped her ass again and again, as if he were riding a horse, urging her to fuck her pussy back at him while he looked down and watched his black stalk disappearing into the pink clutch of her tight cunt, and she responded like a mare in heat, no longer even trying to hide her extreme excitement at their rough use of her body. She writhed and twisted beneath them like the lowest cock-hungry slut, loving the feel of their stiff, demanding cocks, their lust-driven savagery as they attacked her flesh, using her for their own selfish pleasure.
Zanny was moaning constantly now, screaming around Doc’s dick whenever Z gave her a particularly savage thrust, or gagging slightly when she took Doc’s cock too deep down her throat. Her clothes were ripped and askew, her hair hung in strings on her sweaty face, saliva and pre-cum drooled from her mouth, and her ass was bright red from Z’s constant slapping, but she loved it. She felt the fires growing in her belly every time Z’s heavy balls slapped against her swollen clit, and she reached beneath her with one hand and began to masturbate herself roughly, vibrating her pussy savagely with her fingers.
“Fucking’ cunt!” Z gasped. “Fuckin’ you good, pussy! Fuckin’ you good! Fuck! Fuck!”
Doc was beyond speech, he stared at Zanny slaving beneath him and saw her glance up at him, the look in her eye beseeching him to come in her mouth, begging him to spill his load of come in her eager mouth. He’d never seen such a come-hungry slut in all his life, and her look of pleading surrender, her red lips stretched around his pumping cock sent thrills down his spine and made his balls tingle.
“You want it, bitch?” he gasped, “You want my come? You want me to pour my shit down your throat? Yeah? Yeah?”
Zanny squealed in response and her hand flew at her pussy. Yes she wanted it. She wanted him to choke her with it, she wanted it to overflow her sucking lips and pour down her face. She wanted to hear him howl with relief as he pumped his gism into her belly, flooding her with his filthy seed.
Z suddenly leaned forward and ripped her lacy bra from her breasts, letting her swollen jugs spill free. He dug his fingers into her sensitive flesh, squeezing hard, trying to hurt her, and she howled in masochistic delight just as Doc thrust hard into her mouth and held her head tight against his loins, his cock sunk into the recesses of her throat.
“Oh, Motherfucker!” He howled, “I’m coming! I’m fucking coming! Take it bitch! Take it!”
She felt his cock leap and lurch in her mouth, then spurt the first gobs of molten jizz down her throat. She screamed again, the sound muffled by Doc’s spewing cock and the rich wad of come pooling in her mouth. Again and again he jerked, pouring his hot cream into her gullet, flooding her mouth with the musky flavor of his semen as she cried out again, sputtering as his load leaked from the corners of her lips.
At the same time Z rammed her hard, driving his cock into the deepest recess of her battered pussy and holding it there. His fingers found her nipples and he pinched them hard, sending bolts of pain through her sensation-wracked body, bolts that ignited the fire in her cunt and sent ripples of pure pleasure running through her body.
She felt herself shaking as her orgasm seized her, her legs trembling, her pussy clutching convulsively at Z’s invading dick, and she had to let go of Doc’s still-spurting cock to suck air into her lungs, letting the huge puddle of come on her tongue leak over her lower lip and stream down her chin as she screamed out her ecstasy shamelessly.
The pain in her breasts felt so good, his cock throbbing in her distended pussy hurt so good, she couldn’t stand it. And then she felt Z’s piece swell in her, and his excited trembling against her ass as he thrust into her with each ejaculation, hot and deep, grunting out his hot pleasure.
“All of it!” she screamed. “Give me all of it! You motherfucker! Every fucking drop! Fuck me! Fuck me!”
He slapped her ass again, slapped her hard each time he came, making her ass burn with a fire that joined the fire in her cunt and blasted her to impossible heights of pleasure. The feel of him coming, the image in her lust- crazed mind of her taking him on her knees in this filthy room, her face and lips smeared with Doc’s hot come, her ass tilted up like a bitch in heat as he poured his gism into her, was all too much. The floor heaved beneath her, the world darkened to a blur of purple and green as she screamed out her obscene ecstasy and rocketed away into a world of pleasure unknown.
She was dimly aware of Doc getting up, of Z pulling his flaccid cock from her pussy, trailing streams of come across her ass and getting unsteadily to his feet. But for a long time she just lie there on her knees, her ass in the air, her cheek on her hand as the throbbing pleasure in her body diminished, diminished, and trailed away. She fell over onto her side and drew her knees up, feeling Z’s come dripping from her pussy and leaking down her thigh. She licked Doc’s salty come from her face with her tongue, her eyes closed, savoring the taste.
Her body ached, her breasts and nipples throbbed in the aftermath of pain, her lips were raw and bruised, but her mind knew a strange and wonderful peace and satisfaction. She did not care what they did to her now. She felt like she could float on this cloud of sexual bliss forever.
Eventually she became aware of Doc’s voice, in a tone she had not heard before. She could just see him from where she lay, and he was talking into a cell phone which he held against his shoulder as he stepped into his pants.
“Yeah, hey man, how you doin? Yeah. Who’s there? Yeah? Yo, you dudes want to get laid? Some prime ass down here. That’s cool, man. Bring ‘em all, bro, bring ‘em all.”
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19,626 | Zara Betrayed Ch. 01 | zara_chaudry | NonConsent/Reluctance | 2010-10-07 | 2010-10-07 | 2022-01-01 15:51:17 | 1 | literotica.com | https://www.literotica.com/s/zara-betrayed-ch-01 | A night of hot passion leads to betrayal. | ['Anal', 'Asian', 'Blackmail', 'Blowjob', 'Double Penetration', 'Female Masturbation', 'Humiliation', 'Interracial', 'Violence', 'Virgin'] | 4.01 | The rain did nothing to dampen her mood. Not tonight. Zara was full of excitement at the thought of her holiday, which she'd been planning for over a year with her best friend Jas. The two girls had been thirteen years old when they'd made a promise to each other that they would go on a round the world trip one day. After years of saving they were finally going. It was to be the trip of a lifetime, a promise that would be acted upon almost fourteen years after making it. They would take the ferry from Dover in two days' time and would start their four month trip in France. They were planning to travel by road as much as they could, both girls agreed it was the best way to travel, they'd get to see more of each country they visited if they travelled by road instead of flying everywhere.
Zara still couldn't believe they were going. Her parents were ultra conservative and it had taken months of persuading them that she would be safe and even then, Zara knew her parents had finally only relented because of the simple reason that Jas would be there. They doted on Jas and thought she was wonderful, a really good Muslim girl and it was her presence that ensured Zara was allowed to travel without her family. Although Zara was twenty six now, her parents still thought she was their little girl. Frowning, she thought about the pleading she had to do in order to move out. Her parents, like most Muslim parents she knew, did not approve of unmarried girls living away from home. It was sheer luck that Zara had found a job in Nottingham and not in Birmingham where her family lived. Even then her parents had not been happy about her moving out; she was the first girl in her family, both immediate and extended, to move out before she got married. Her parents had flat out refused to let her live alone and only when she suggested that she could flat share with Jas, did her parents relent. They believed Jas was an angel and could do no wrong. The fact that Jas wore a hijab and observed all the religious and cultural rules in front of them fooled them completely and they, along with everyone else, believed Jas to be a sweet, pious girl.
Zara had been allowed to attend the University of Nottingham after persuading her parents that it was the best university near them. She'd also hinted that if she didn't attend the University of Nottingham she may have to travel further, to Leeds possibly. At that her parents had given in and she started her uni life by commuting every day. It only took a couple of weeks of doing this before her parents understood what she'd been telling them all along, it was just too much extra hassle to travel everyday by car or train, not to mention expensive too. Jas was already living in halls from the start of the semester, she'd actually moved in a few weeks before uni started and after crashing at hers a few times during those first few weeks, Zara's parents allowed her to move into halls, provided she called them every day and was able to share halls with Jas. Zara hadn't been able to believe her luck and without any further delay she moved in with Jas and finally started living her own life with total freedom during the week -- she had to go home most weekends. It was lucky that most student nights in town were on Wednesday and Thursday nights so she didn't really miss out. She'd been really good to start with, went home dutifully every weekend but inevitably, assignments, deadlines and essays got in the way. Before she knew it she wasn't going home for three or four weeks on a trot and eventually, her parents accepted it. When they asked her to visit more often she'd tell them how snowed under she was with work and that put an end to any budding arguments or summons to come home.
Zara knew that if her parents had ever found out what her life at university was like they would have flipped. They trusted her to always to the right thing; the only problem was their right thing wasn't always the same as hers. When she was younger she'd instinctively known without being told that masturbation was seen as wrong. She'd grown up being careful to never get taught touching herself and had always voiced disapproval when the subject had come up fleetingly between hushed conversations with aunts and cousins. She'd never believed she would have lost her virginity at a young age either. But it had happened. She'd been brought up to believe sex was an act that should only be shared between man and wife and she thought she'd believed in it too until the day she actually lost her virginity.
She'd been sixteen at the time and had been going out with an eighteen year old boy called Adam. He too was Muslim and had grown up believing in the same rule about sex before marriage. Sure they'd made out and touched each other, lots but had always stopped short of penetrative sex. That hadn't stopped them from indulging in plenty of oral sex. The first time Adam had gone down on her she'd been mortified at what he might think of her 'down there' as she used to refer to her pussy. She'd been excited too and the excitement had eclipsed the embarrassment, especially when she'd realised just how deliciously naughty it made her feel. When it came to giving Adam a blow job for the first time, she'd been a little scared. His cock looked so much bigger when it was inches from her face, it was thick, hard and circumcised as most Muslim men had the small surgery performed on them at a very young age, when they were babies usually. Adam loved it when she went down on him and soon Zara loved it too. She'd suck him off in his car, behind the bushes in the park in the evenings when she was supposed to be studying with Jas and even once when they'd gone to the cinema.
Adam had started pushing her for sex about three months into their relationship and after a while, Zara grew tired of saying no. She didn't see the big deal in it any longer; they'd done everything else apart from sleeping together. She still remembered how excited Adam had been when she'd agreed all of a sudden after an evening of heavy petting and going down on each other. They'd ended up losing their virginity together on the back seat of his car. She didn't know why she'd given in on that particular night Adam had taken to carrying around a condom with him all the time in the hope Zara might agree to sleep with him. Even so, she'd made up her mind to go to the chemist in Walsall and get the morning after pill, she couldn't risk a pregnancy, it would kill her family. She also couldn't risk anyone seeing her in Birmingham, people tended to ask too many questions and she didn't want to chance that. The sex had been awkward with the lack of space and it had hurt too, not as much as she'd thought it would...but she hadn't exploded and almost passed out like the women did in the novels she read. It was over quickly, Adam hadn't lasted long and afterwards, as Zara had lain there feeling hot and sticky, Adam still lying on top of her breathing hard, she'd wondered what all the fuss was about. After that Adam had wanted to do it every time they met up and although it was better than the first time, Zara still thought sex was over rated and usually touched herself and brought herself to orgasm after she returned home.
They kept seeing each other, Zara knew that their relationship wasn't a big love story but after losing her virginity to Adam, she felt like she should stay with him. After all, what kind of girl would she be if she broke up with him after losing her virginity to him? Sometimes she thought about what had made her do it, she'd been so sure she'd wait until she was married so why hadn't she? This very question troubled her and she tried to convince herself it was because she loved Adam...but deep down she'd known it wasn't true. They'd broken up that summer when Adam left for uni and although they'd said they would keep in touch, they both knew they wouldn't. Zara liked Adam enough but she wasn't madly in love with him and in no hurry to settle down in a long term long distance relationship. In a way it was a relief to have Adam leave Birmingham, she no longer had to be with him just because she'd stupidly broken the rule and slept with him.
When she was in her final year of college she met her next boyfriend when she and Jas crashed Fresher's Week at University of Aston. It was the kind of thing Jas liked to do, she had a rebellious streak in her, a wildness which she kept hidden from everyone but Zara. Jas had headed straight for the rugby club stall and had struck up conversation with the two guys manning the stall. As the four of them chatted, Raj had been checking Zara out quite blatantly and charmed her into giving him her real number. Within a week they were going out and in less than a month they were sleeping together.
A week after going out with Raj she knew she'd be sleeping with him, he was gorgeous, funny and his kisses and the way he touched her turned her on and made her shiver. She nervously made an appointment at the family planning clinic near the halls of residence where Raj stayed and was put on the pill. She'd been terrified the entire time that she'd see someone she knew but luckily she didn't. The first time they slept together was a revelation for Zara; she finally understood why people made such a big deal about sex. Raj was great in bed and taught her how to please him with her hands, mouth and body and in return, he pleasured her until she'd scream out and score his back with her nails until she'd find her release.
They were good together and Raj put no demands on her in terms of how much time she could give him. He understood that her parents were strict and that she couldn't be seen out with him in public around Birmingham. They'd often take the train to Nottingham and spend the day there, sometimes renting a room for the day and staying in bed all day until it was time to head back home. The secrecy and danger of getting caught was a rush for them both. Zara would always tell her parents she was with Jas, who was more than happy to provide Zara with an alibi. Jas was never at home anyway, she'd tell her parents she was with Zara or at this or that class after college but would be at daytime raves where more often than not she'd meet a guy and hook up with him.
Once they were both in Nottingham, Zara was free to see Raj as she pleased and would often stay the night at his place in order to give Jas privacy if she ever wanted to bring a guy back to theirs. Zara never knew when Jas might meet a guy and had once accidentally walked in on Jas and a guy from her course indulging in frantic sex, moaning so loudly they didn't realise for a moment that she was there. With an embarrassed "Oops" Zara had walked back out grinning. She'd teased Jas about it after mercilessly although she'd later admitted to Jas with a blush that she never knew Jai had such a sexy body.
Although Jas and Zara were best friends their outlook on sex was very different. Zara couldn't imagine sleeping with a guy she wasn't going out with whereas Jas couldn't see the point in being tied down. To look at her nobody would ever guess that Jas had such a wild streak in her. She was tiny, barely five foot two, she usually wore jeans with long tops and covered her hair with a hijab, she'd done so for years at the insistence of her parents. She looked like a good, obedient Muslim girl but Zara was the only one who knew the full truth about her best friend. She loved sex and men and wasn't afraid to experiment with both. She saw sex as something to enjoy whenever the urge hit her, which was often. She tended to not dwell on the religious aspect of what she was doing, she'd always tell Zara God would surely forgive them for indulging themselves and besides, other people did worse.
Zara knew if Jas' parents ever found out what their daughter was really like they wouldn't think twice before either disowning her or shipping her off to Pakistan and marrying her off to an unknown relative. Jas was meticulous in her planning, she had reasons for why she might have to be in an unusual place at an unusual time, she'd usually cite her degree and some sort of pilot study they were doing on behaviour and so on to cover her tracks. She always carried a change of clothes with her and never took her hijab off outside, lots of guys found it a turn on she'd confided in Zara once.
Zara and Jas didn't have any secrets from each other. They were closer than sisters and would do anything for each other. When Jas had once been afraid she was pregnant, it was Zara who went with her to the clinic to get a free test done, she'd held her hand as they waited and even gone into the toilets with her when she had to pee. Zara loved her and knew Jas would always be there for her no matter what. Living together at university for three years had been a blast, filled with giggling nights and secrets. They'd have impromptu fashion shows at three in the morning after one of the other would get back home. They were comfortable enough to sit in their panties and bras while they swapped sex tips and gossiped endlessly. They'd spend evenings waxing and threading themselves, laughing at each other's mud pack covered faces. Zara had even once helped give Jas herself a full Brazilian wax. Jas had been going on about it for ages and couldn't be bothered to wait for an appointment at the salon. In between gales of laughter, Zara had stood over Jas as she lay naked on her back, her legs spread wide for Zara to reach everywhere. Jas had even got on all fours for Zara to reach all the way down comfortably. Zara would never have done it for her sister, she'd have been too embarrassed but with Jas there was no such barrier.
Zara had been shocked when Jas' parents had agreed to let her attend university in Nottingham. Jas had pleaded and cried and begged her parents to let her attend the University of Nottingham to study Psychology. It was only after her parents had visited the university and spoken to lecturers that they'd agreed. What had swung it for Jas was one of the lecturers telling her father that the university was ranked fifth in the world for their Psychology degree and they were leaders in the field of research. Her father always wanted the best of everything and knowing his daughter would be attending somewhere that was renowned worldwide for their course was a big selling point. It helped of course that Jas was gifted, had passed her A Levels with the best grades in Birmingham and had been interviewed for the local paper. Even so, Jas had that if her parents ever caught even a whiff of scandal, they'd not think twice before pulling her out of university.
After they'd graduated, Jas completed her Masters and got a research job with the university. Her father had been proud of her achievements and in a moment of unguarded happiness, he'd agreed to let her accept the job and move to Nottingham for the foreseeable future. Jas had made sure that none of her exploits, her one night stands and countless 'relationships' had ever gotten back to her parents. Whenever she went home she was the epitome of a good Muslim girl and she followed every cultural and religious rule under the watchful eyes of her parents. She was so successful in her façade that people within their community would use her as the perfect example of a modern Muslim girl who had kept her father's pride and respect intact even when she lived away from home.
Jas would often laugh about it to Zara, sometimes bitterly, and would mention Muslim boys they both knew who were well known within their community for their blatant disregard of religious and cultural rules. They would indulge in the consumption of substances which were illegal or 'haram' within their religion, be it weed, alcohol or hard drugs. Getting involved with girls and having a reputation for sleeping around was nothing new for some boys...but those same boys would be looked upon indulgently by many of the elders "They're just boys, they'll grow up when they get married and become responsible" was one of the many pathetic excuses that were shamelessly used to explain away their behaviour. Jas didn't drink and she stayed well away from drugs too but sex was something she enjoyed, loved even, and it was something she would not give up. She just made sure she never got caught, unlike 'those silly boys' as she'd often say to Zara.
Zara smiled as she thought of Jas and how excited she'd sounded when they spoke barely an hour ago. Jas was supposed to have finished packing by last night and was due to arrive in Nottingham to spend two nights with Zara at their shared flat before they left. Unbeknownst to both sets of parents, Jas had been working in Leeds for the past two weeks. She'd been offered a place on the research team at the University of Leeds; she knew it was a great opportunity to get her work published so she'd accepted. Her parents knew she worked late hours because of her research and would always call her on her mobile. Neither sets of parents ever turned up unannounced to Nottingham to see their daughters, they preferred to have them come to Birmingham instead. While the flat was big enough for Jas and Zara, it had only two bedrooms so there was no space for the parents of either girl to sleep there, a fact that both girls were immensely grateful for. Zara knew if her parents ever found out she was living alone even though it had only been a temporary thing while Jas was doing her research, they'd be furious. Zara knew her father would have sent her sister or mum to stay with her while Jas was away and though Zara loved her family dearly, she did not want them staying with her. Her life was too different to theirs now. They'd disapprove of everything if they saw how she lived, her clothes, her friends, everything. Zara knew her parents would not find it acceptable that she hugged Al or any of her male friends when she saw them, if they ever found out about her boyfriends, or the fact that she'd slept with them and was no longer a virgin, Zara knew her parents would never forgive her. They'd believe she had betrayed them and let them down. Shaking her head, she told herself she had accepted a long time ago that she would never really fit in with the rest of her family. To get over the issue of Jas not being there if they called, Zara had taken to using conference calling on her mobile so her parents would think Jas was with her in the flat. So far the idea had worked a treat and they were none the wiser.
Their friends had organised a leaving party for them tonight but in typical Jas style, she'd not finished packing and was running late. Zara had been expecting Jas to be late, it's why she insisted Jas come to stay with her at the flat first, at least that way they'd be able to start their trip on time. Jas promised she'd be there by two in the morning at the latest, she would be leaving Leeds by midnight and would drive down to the party and meet her there.
The party was being held by a group of their friends; they'd all been to university together and had remained close even after they all went their separate ways. Samia, the most organised of the bunch had arranged everything and the party was to be held in an old nightclub which was no longer in use. Samia who was a property consultant had managed to twist her boyfriend's arm to let them use the venue for the night, Jay had his own estate agency and it was his company who was leasing out the property to event management companies to use for their parties.
Zara looked at the time and realised she had just under two hours left before she had to be at the party. She'd already decided what to wear and had enough time to have a shower and wash her hair. Undressing and dropping her robe on the bed she looked at herself in the floor length mirror. She was much more comfortable with her body now than she'd been a few years ago. She wasn't overly tall thanks to her genes; she was an acceptable five foot four, more with heels. She had clear, smooth skin, a light brown colour which was set off by long black hair which framed her face in gentle layers. Her ex-boyfriend used to tell her she had bedroom eyes, big light brown eyes with long lashes that never needed mascara. She had a small button nose and pouty lips which were usually softly glossed and otherwise left bare of excess colour.
Zara smoothed her hands over her stomach which was thankfully quite flat; she'd never stored excess weight on her tummy. Her hips flared out and she had a firm round bottom which she'd spent years despairing over until her ex showed her just how much he loved it. Now she smiled as she remembered how he'd run his hands over her bum and pull her close whenever he'd hug her. Her legs were longish and although she'd love to have the long slim legs that her friend Samia had, she was happy with how she looked. Her breasts were just big enough to fill a man's hands and were tipped with dusky skin and nipples which were sensitive to touch. Zara ran her finger tips over her nipples and watched as they puckered in reaction, arousal making them stand firm and jut out.
It had been a while since a man had touched her. She'd not been with a man for more than six months, ever since her split from Deklan. She'd met him through a friend soon after moving to Nottingham and they'd clicked immediately. He was from an Irish Catholic background and understood what it was like to come from a family who were big on rules and religion. They'd been together for nearly three years but they'd both realised they hadn't been making enough of an effort in their relationship and their feelings for each other just weren't the same. It had been an amicable split but a sad one, they'd been good together and they both acknowledged that it had been really good for a while before they both became too busy to make time for one another.
Thinking of Deklan inevitably led to a wealth of memories, most of them good, a lot of them about the times they'd spent making love. Remembering the sex made Zara tingle, it had always been so good with Deklan; he knew her body better than she knew it herself. He always knew just where to touch, how much pressure to apply and how to have her gasping and moaning, straining towards a release that only he could give her.
Zara looked up and saw the desire in her own eyes. She watched herself in the mirror as her right hand slide down lower, past her navel and down towards her pussy. She usually shaved her pussy almost clean but left just a thin landing strip, Deklan used to love that look. He'd tell her it was his very own guiding strip to land. Her fingers found the soft folds of her pussy and gently parted them; she could feel the wetness and heat. Her other hand rubbed her nipples and pulled them, pinching first one and then the other. Her breath started to come a little faster as she watched her play with herself. This was something else she'd shared with Deklan. They would watch each other masturbate and more times than she could remember, he would stand behind her, both of them naked, and would touch her and make her watch as his hands would travel over her body, igniting her desire for him.
So many times he'd stand in front of the mirror and she'd sink to her knees, taking his hard cock deep into her mouth and sucking him slowly as he'd watch their reflection in the mirror. Then he'd make her stand and spread her legs as he'd kneel in front of her and lick her pussy, tasting her, driving her wild until she could barely stand. That was when he'd pull her down and fuck her, he'd make her ride his cock and they'd both watch as her breasts would sway towards his mouth, his hands gripping her ass cheeks tight while he pushed up and tried to get as deep into her as he could. Her favourite times in front of the mirror would be when he'd make her get on all fours and fuck her hard and deep from behind, his cock ramming deep into her pussy, his hands gripping her breasts as he fucked her, pulling her to get even deeper inside her, his hands holding her ass cheeks apart while he'd slide a finger into her ass and fuck both her holes as he'd kiss and bite her neck. Zara loved watching him fuck her like that in the mirror and now, as she touched her pussy, her memories of Deklan fucking her were making her pussy contract, her orgasm rippling through her body. As the tremors subsided she looked at herself and smiled.
Zara knew they had been right to break up but that knowledge didn't do much to ease the empty ache deep inside her when all she really wanted was a hard, solid, male body naked against her own. A cock that would tease and torment her before sliding into her tight pussy, letting her wetness surround it. Zara had taken to using toys to pleasure herself, she'd bought a few different vibrators, some anal beads and a clit stimulator that promised to drive you wild. They all did the job of helping her find release but she missed the warmth that only another body could give.
Looking down at herself, Zara frowned. She'd fashioned her pussy with a strip of hair for years now because it's how Deklan liked it. Maybe it was time for a change, she needed to move on in more ways than one...and tonight was as good a time as any, just before her trip which she knew would change her life in many ways.
Stepping into the ensuite, Zara turned the shower on, letting the water run until it was just that little bit hotter than most people liked it. Deklan used to complain it was always too hot when they showered together, Zara remembered with a smile. Zara reached out with one foot to test the water, thinking of the good time she'd have tonight with all her friends and looking forward to the arrival of Jas, which was sure to be an even in itself. Zara stepped under the steaming water, letting the spray pummel her body softly. Within moments her long black hair was plastered to her, halfway down her back, her body glistening as the water ran down her firm, high breasts, in rivulets, snaking down her tapered stomach to disappear into the line of hair and beyond. Zara reached for her shaving gel and pumping a generous amount into her hand, she rubbed it over the line of hair, letting it foam, watching the hair disappear beneath the snowy whiteness of the gel. Taking her razor she slid it, first one way and then the other, watching as her mound started to show again, only this time it was as naked as the rest of her body. Within minutes, Zara was done. She looked down at her naked pussy and smiled; it looked, and felt as she ran her fingers over the softness of her freshly shaved skin, deliciously naughty. Zara felt like she was preparing for something, for someone, she admitted to herself with a grin...the only problem was there was nobody in her life right now who'd appreciate a warm, wet, naked pussy.
Rinsing the last of the gel from her body, Zara began to trail her fingers down herself, her fingers sliding towards her clitoris, the soft lips of her pussy parting as her fingers explored. Teasing herself with a few strokes of her fingers, Zara decided to not do anything else just yet, she loved the feeling of being turned on, especially when she had to go out and couldn't do anything to relieve the ache, it made her feel wicked and wanton and she loved it. With this in mind Zara realised she really had to get a move on. Showering quickly and washing her hair, she ran through a last minute check in her head about things she needed to do before leaving for Dover.
Towelling off fifteen minutes later she walked into her room and wrapped the towel around her hair. Pulling on her black lace thongs, she rubbed cream all over her body and dried her hair. She decided to curl it into soft waves and leave it loose. Slipping into her new dress, she looked into the mirror and liked how she looked. She'd been in town a few days ago and saw the dress in a window. It was made of black silk and after trying it on in the shop, she knew she had to have it. The dress fell to just above her knees in floaty black silk. The top part of the dress came down in a vee between her breasts where the material pleated and cinched in at the waist. Teaming it with her black heels, long earrings and a bracelet but leaving her neck bare completed the look. Her dress looked demure but it was only when she turned that you could see the deep vee almost to her waist. There was no way she could wear a bra in this dress, luckily her breasts were young and firm and didn't need excess support. Smiling, Zara admitted to herself that it made her feel deliciously naughty, wearing just a pair of thongs and some black silk, it was all she was covered with. Spritzing herself with her favourite perfume, J'Adore, she grabbed her small clutch, slipped into her heels and checked she had her phone and her keys before locking the door behind her. Her taxi was already waiting downstairs she noticed thankfully, as she rushed from the entrance of her building into the waiting warmth of the car. Al was always on time and she appreciated it more tonight now that the rain was coming down harder.
"You're looking very pretty tonight. Sure you don't need a date for this party?" Al winked at her in the rear view mirror.
"If only Al, I'd love to take you with me but I'm too scared of your wife!" Zara joked back.
It had become a long standing joke between them. Al always flirted with Zara and his wife Miriam had always flirted with Deklan. The couple lived in the same building as Zara and they had often invited Zara and Deklan to theirs for dinner. They'd been married twenty four years and were still madly in love, even though they fought like cats and dogs.
"We'll miss you Zara sweets, hurry back won't you?" Al said as he drove through the rain.
"I'll miss you too...but I'll be back before you know it Al, banging on your door for Miriam's yummy food" Zara replied with a smile.
"Right, here you go missy, have a good night and you call me if you need a lift home. I'm clocking off at midnight but I'll come back for you, I'm under strict orders from Miriam to tell you to call if you need a lift back."
"Thanks Al but you enjoy your early finish tonight, I'll be okay, plenty of friends to drop me off" Zara assured him. "I'll pop over tomorrow with Jas to see you before we head to Birmingham for dinner with the family."
Stepping out of the cab she waved goodbye to him quickly before entering Faces, the very first night club she'd ever been to when she was much younger. She'd been eighteen when Jas had persuaded her to go clubbing with her, it had never really been her scene and she wasn't one for drinking either. She'd been curious to see what the hype about clubbing was so she'd gone but hadn't been all that impressed. She preferred house parties or going to bars, clubs felt slightly threatening to her, guys all waiting for their chance to score, girls out to attract as many guys as they could. Jas argued with her that most just went for a good night out and to drink and dance but she wasn't convinced even all these years later.
Stepping into the main dance room she was soon surrounded by a number of friends, everyone hugging her and telling her how much they'd miss her and Jas, how they were so jealous of them both. Zara felt slightly overwhelmed by the number of people who had turned up, some people she didn't recognise. Standing on tip toe to ask Jay who the others were, he put his arm around her and gave her a hug and told her they were friends of friends. She'd miss Jay, he always had a way of making people laugh, and he was good for Samia too. She'd been through a lot growing up and it was only after she'd met Jay that she smiled more.
Fanning herself with a going away card a few hours later, Zara stepped back into the shadows and leaned against the wall, looking at all her friends enjoying themselves, thinking about how much she would miss them.
"What are you doing here hiding away? You're the guest of honour" a voice said, beside her.
Turning her head Zara saw that it was Amir, a guy who she'd seen at a few house parties in the past. They'd always said hello to each other in passing but she didn't know him all that well. He seemed like a nice guy, most of her friends liked him. Jay was sometimes a little off with him but she put it down to it being a guy thing, Samia liked Amir just fine. Maybe that's why Jay didn't, Zara realised with a smile, guys could get a bit funny like that.
"Just thinking about how much I'll miss everyone here" Zara smiled back.
"Me too?" asked Amir with a cheeky grin.
"Of course, I'll miss you soooo much" Zara grinned.
"Hmmm...something tells me you're not being entirely truthful here Zara" said Amir with a mock frown.
"Of course I am. I'm going to miss you the most! After all, what would I do without you? How am I going to survive four months without you?" Zara said with mock innocence.
"Guess you're just going to have to grin and bear it. But to help you I think you need to dance with me...just so you don't forget me" Amir winked.
"I don't dance I'm afraid" said Zara, shaking her head.
"You do now!" Amir pulled her by the hand and whisked her onto the dance floor.
"Seriously, I don't dance very well" she said to him, trying to pull away gently.
"Zara how will you remember me if you don't dance with me tonight? Besides, I'm a great teacher, I promise" said Amir, pulling her back to him.
Realising he wasn't about to give up, Zara gave up instead and agreed...on the condition they'd move to the edge of the dance floor where it was dark and she wouldn't feel so conspicuous. Agreeing with a big smile, Amir led Zara to the edge where it was much darker and they could only just make out each other's' faces.
The song ended just as they reached the edge and Zara smiled, thinking she'd gotten away with it but just as she started to walk away, the next song started. Hearing Amir laugh softly she realised he'd known exactly what she was hoping for. Resigning herself to dancing with a smile, Zara put her hand into Amir's outstretched one and moved closer.
As the first strains of Bryan Adams' "Everything I do" blared from the speakers, Zara grinned. She realised Jay had put this on for Samia, he did this every time they had any kind of disagreement. It was his way of saying sorry without having to actually say the words.
Amir pulled Zara closer and took her hands and put them around him. He then rested his hands on her waist and stepped in a little closer to her, enough so she could feel the heat emanating from his body.
"See, not so hard is it?" he asked her with a smile.
"Nope, not when I have the world's best teacher" Zara replied.
Zara looked up at him and admitted to herself that he was quite a looker. He was tall, six foot two to her five foot seven in heels. He was broad shouldered and muscular without being stocky or overbearing. He had black hair, left slightly long and tousled, the kind of hair girls would love to run their fingers through. He had dark brown eyes, almost black in colour, a strong jawline, a straight nose and an appealing dimple when he smiled. He was trim; Zara knew that Amir was quite active and played football regularly as well as running every day. She'd learned this when Samia had been teasing Jay about his lack of exercise and compared him to Amir. He dressed well too, dark blue jeans with a charcoal coloured shirt and a casual blazer which he'd removed before they'd started to dance.
As they swayed to the music, Zara realised Amir had pulled her even closer to him, they were touching almost from top to toe. Her breasts were rubbing against him ever so slightly as his thighs rubbed against her each time they moved. Zara swayed with him, her arms around his neck, liking how it felt to dance with him. Amir's hands moved from her waist, slowly travelling up her back. Zara felt a jolt as his hands touched her naked back.
"You look so good Zara, the dress really suits you" Amir murmured to her quietly.
"Thank you, you look really nice too" Zara replied.
"Zara, would you think me really bad if I told you something?" Amir asked her, looking down at her.
"Hmm...that depends on what you're going to tell me" Zara answered with a smile.
"I like dancing with you" said Amir.
"And that's a bad thing?" Zara asked, laughing.
"No, silly" grinned Amir. "I like dancing with you a lot."
"Well that's okay then, I like dancing with you too, you're not such a bad teacher after all" said Zara.
Shaking his head and smiling, Amir leaned down and whispered, "You don't understand."
Pulling her head back slightly to look at him Zara looked at him questioningly. In answer, Amir trailed his hands down to her back towards her ass and pulled her closer to him.
"Oh," said Zara, blushing slightly, a slight fluttering in her stomach as her body absorbed the feeling of an aroused man against her.
She could feel him, hard against her stomach as he held her close to show her what he meant. Not sure why she didn't pull away and excuse herself, Zara did the opposite of what she'd normally do and pressed herself against him.
Groaning softly into her ear, Amir spread his hands over her silken clad ass and pressed himself against her harder, this time rubbing himself from side to side.
"You feel so good, even better than I thought you would" he said to her, his breath in her ear making her shiver.
Zara stood on tip toes and pressed against him, shocking herself with her own behaviour but not stopping to think too much. It had been so long since she'd been with a man, she was still feeling horny from touching herself before the party...and besides, what was the harm in it...she was leaving for four months in two days she told herself and Amir was a nice guy. Hot too.
Amir whispered in her ear "Kiss me" and Zara happily obliged. Running her fingers through his hair she pulled his head down and looked at him as he smiled down at her. Bending his head to meet her lips, Amir darted his tongue out and licked her lips, before pressing his lips against hers, softly at first and then harder. Zara liked his kiss; she pressed herself against him and rubbed her nipples against his chest as she kissed him back. She parted her lips and his tongue swept into her mouth, his tongue teasing her own as he deepened their kiss. His hands were running up and down her back, pulling her into him, his hands tracing her naked back up to her neck, making her shiver as he ran his fingers through her hair. Zara ran her hands over his broad shoulders as he broke of her kiss to nibble at her neck. She moaned softly as he bit her gently and licked her sensitive skin. He trailed kisses from the side of her neck to her cheek before catching her lips once more with his own, groaning into her mouth as his grip on her tightened. Zara trailed her hands down his back to stroke his back before running her hands over his ass, holding him to her.
They broke apart, breathing fast and laughing, both looking at each other, still holding on to one another. Amir raised one hand and traced her lips with his finger; they tingled as he rubbed his finger back and forth over them. Leaning down he kissed her softly, this time just as sweetly as he'd been aggressive before. As they broke apart, their breath coming faster now, the first strains of Love in the Club by Usher began to play. They looked at each other and shared a smile at the timing of the song. As Usher crooned away at his need to make love, Zara felt a tug inside her, reminding her of how long it had been since she'd made love.
Leaning down to nibble at her neck, sucking softly on the sensitive skin and making Zara moan softly in arousal, Amir traced a path of kisses to her ear.
"Let's find somewhere a little more discreet Zara. I need to kiss you some more," he breathed in her ear, making her shiver. Tendrils of desire were curling in her stomach and she felt her pussy respond to his words and kisses but she wasn't sure. Her uncertainty must have shown on her face and Amir sought to reassure her.
"I just need to kiss you so bad. Feel how turned on I am, we can't stay here kissing like this. Come on babe, one more kiss?" Amir looked at her with an imploring smile and then kissed her softly, nibbling lightly on her bottom lip, his hands caressing the bare skin of her back.
Feeling more aroused by the second, Zara pushed away her uncertainty and gave in to her desire. She too wanted another kiss, more than one she admitted to herself. With a smile, she looked up at Amir and smiling broadly at her, he took her hand and threading his fingers through hers, he led her off the edge of the dance floor, towards the private rooms at the end of the passage leading off the dance floor. As they walked he put his arms around and pulled her towards him for another lingering kiss. They passed one of their friends and as she looked at them, a knowing smile on her face, Zara blushed, glad for the dim lighting which hid her reddening cheeks. They headed towards the first room and Amir put his hand to the door, pushing it open for Zara and they both walked in. In the glow of the soft light they could see a couple half lying on the bed, kissing passionately, hands roaming all over each other. Zara and Amir glanced at each other, startled for a moment before breaking into quiet giggles as they backed out of the room and closed the door behind them.
"On to door number two and an empty room," Amir winked at Zara as they walked up the narrow passage in the dark. Amir stopped in front of the second door and pushed Zara against it, running his hands over her as they kissed once more. Zara turned around and went to open the door, eager now for some privacy to continue their kissing and teasing.
"Allow me," said Amir, pressing his body so close against hers that Zara could feel the imprint of his hard cock burning through the thin silk of her dress. She pressed herself against him lightly, the delicious pressure of her ass against him making Amir groan softly in her ear. Turning the handle, they walked in together and stopped. In front of them was another couple. Zara thought she recognised the girl as someone who worked with Jay but couldn't be sure as she was bent over the bed, her skirt bunched around her waist, leaving her ass bare and her hair falling around her face. Stood behind her, jeans around his ankles, was Samia's colleague, Matt, fucking her. Zara realised with a blush that he was fucking the girl in her ass. She stood there transfixed, knowing she should turn around and walk out but she couldn't help staring. She'd never been fucked in the ass before and she couldn't take her eyes away from the couple in front of her. She was suddenly fascinated and in her aroused state, she couldn't help wondering how good it might feel if she was fucked in her ass. The moaning coming from the girl showed she was clearly enjoying herself.
"Ah, I guess we have another good little virgin girl," said Amir, laughing.
The couple on the bed froze and Zara heard Matt mutter "Fuck". As they turned, Zara saw that the girl was indeed Laila, Jay's colleague. Not willing to stop or be disturbed, a grinning Matt looked at them.
"Fuck off won't you?" he said, getting back into his stride as Laila bit her lip and looked at them, guilty embarrassment clear on her face.
Laughing again, Amir took Zara's hand.
"Come on babe, we'd better leave them to it," Amir said, still laughing as he tugged her hand gently.
Zara forced herself to look away and followed Amir out of the room, her mind replaying the images she'd just seen, except this time it was her face she saw in her mind, it was her ass being pounded hard, not Laila's. Zara shook her head as if to clear the image. She'd never thought she'd be so turned on by the idea of fucking anally, she'd always been afraid to try it...but now she couldn't stop thinking about it.
As they walked away, Zara thought of girls she knew personally who did everything with guys but still managed to maintain their 'virginity'. Many girls, Muslim, Sikh and Hindu, would let a guy fuck them in every way except vaginally. It was so important for them to ensure they were still virgins on their wedding nights, not just for religious reasons but cultural too. To have a husband find out he wasn't the first man to fuck his wife could, and usually did, ruin the lives of many girls. They'd be labelled sluts and many were treated badly. Some men had left their wives after finding out that they'd not been her first lover, leaving their wives as social outcasts. Many girls had overcome this obstacle by indulging in oral and anal sex which gave them the release they craved and allowed them to sleep with their boyfriends or even have short flings or one night stands while they remained a virgin technically. By preserving their hymen, they could live their life as they wanted without fear of back lash over their choices.
Zara no longer had to worry about that after losing her virginity at sixteen. She knew she'd get married one day but she didn't think she needed to worry about what a potential husband might say. She'd think about that when the time came. Right now all she could think about was the delicious ache between her legs and the gorgeous man next to her.
"Zara, I know this isn't exactly ideal with you going away but there's no privacy here. Would you like to come back to my place? I haven't had enough of kissing you yet" Amir smiled at her. They both knew what would happen if she went back and Zara looked at him, unsure of whether to accept or not. Amir leaned down and kissed her neck, softly sucking on the skin, his hands tracing patterns on her bare back. Feeling darts of pleasure in her pussy, Zara decided to give in to her body and smiled as she answered him.
"Yes I'd like that."
They both made their way through the passage and to the other side of the dance floor, Amir's hand resting on the curve of her ass as he walked beside her, his body shielding her from the others dancing away.
As Zara spoke to Samia quickly, she saw Jay frowning as he watched them. Waving to him, she gave Samia a hug and walked towards Amir who was talking into his phone as he stood waiting for her near the door. She heard him say goodbye to someone as he turned to her with a smile and held out his hand. Zara felt a flutter of excitement in her stomach as she contemplated what she was about to do. She'd never had a one night stand before and she knew that's what this would be with her leaving in less than two days. Dismissing any lingering concerns about sleeping with Amir, she reminded herself how she wanted her life to change with the trip she was taking with Jas; this was simply an early start to that change.
Amir had driven to the club himself so there was no need to wait for a taxi. Sinking into the leather seat, Zara smiled as she thought of what was to come. Amir had turned the music on low and she smiled as heard the sounds of Turkish music fill the car. Not feeling the need to talk they sat quietly as they sped towards Amir's flat.
As they pulled up, Amir explained that he shared the flat with a friend but he was away for the weekend he assured her with a smile. Walking into the building together, Amir took her hand and led the way. As they got into the lift Amir pulled her in for another long kiss, his hand reaching up between their bodies to caress her breasts through the thin silk. He stepped back as they reached his floor and led her to the door. Opening it, he flicked the light on and Zara saw it was a huge apartment that had high ceilings with ceiling to floor windows which gave an amazing view of the city at night. Walking towards to window she looked out and realised how much she'd miss home but she was excited too at the number of new places she'd be seeing. Amir walked up behind her and hugged her from behind, nuzzling her ear, gently biting her ear lobe. Zara moaned softly as she watched them reflected in the glass panes. Amir pressed himself against her ass, rubbing his hardened cock against her, letting her know how aroused he was. Zara pressed back against him, her ass teasing his cock as she took his hands and put them on her breasts, rubbing her nipples against his palms through the thin silk of her dress.
"Let's go into the bedroom" Amir whispered.
Zara nodded and followed him into his room. It was a large room with a huge king size bed. Wardrobes lined one wall and she could see another door on the other side which presumably led to an en suite. Amir flicked the small bedside light on, leaving the room in a faint glow of light as he closed the door and walked towards her, unbuttoning his shirt. Zara shook her head at him and moved his hands away, undoing the rest of the buttons as she looked at him. He had a broad chest with soft black hair tapering down towards his jeans. Zara leaned forward and kissed his chest, small butterfly kisses as she slid his shirt over his shoulders and left him bare.
Reaching out to touch him, she felt the silken hardness of his skin as she pressed open mouthed kisses on his chest, shoulders and back towards his nipples, flicking them with her tongue. She heard a sharp intake of breath as Amir put his hands on her shoulders and pulled her towards him for a kiss. Sliding his hands down her body, he lifted the silk dress and ran his hands up the back of her thighs until he came to her round, firm ass. Squeezing her ass cheeks gently at first and then harder, Amir teased her with his tongue, plunging it into her mouth and retreating. Zara could feel herself juicing as his cock rubbed insistently against her. Moaning into his mouth, Zara ran her hands down his chest and down to his jeans. Still kissing him, she unbuttoned his jeans started to slide them down, expecting to feel the cotton of his underwear underneath. Instead, her hand found his hot skin, naked to her touch. Breaking away from his kiss Zara looked down to see Amir had nothing on under his jeans. He chuckled as he heard her breathing accelerate as she pushed his jeans down.
Kneeling to take them off all the way, Zara looked up and saw his cock was inches away from her lips. Looking up at Amir, she smiled at him and licked her lips before leaning forward to press a kiss to the tip of his cock. His cock was big, hard and glistening at the tip with his arousal. He had a beautiful circumcised cock she thought to herself. Darting her tongue out she licked the bead of pre cum and smiled as Amir trembled. Taking his balls into her hands, she massaged them, gently squeezing as she opened her mouth and took his cock deep inside the warmth of her mouth. Sucking him slowly, she looked up to see him watching her, his expression fierce with arousal as he watched his cock repeatedly disappear into her mouth. Loving how he felt in her mouth, Zara took Amir's hands and put them on the back of her head, indicating what she wanted from him. Amir smiled as he ran his fingers through her hair, held her head and fucked her mouth. He retreated until his cock was once again inches from her mouth. He laughed softly as he saw Zara lean in to him to capture his cock with her mouth again.
"You love sucking cock don't you Zara?" he whispered.
"Mmm...yes I do," replied Zara.
Giving her what she wanted, Amir moved his hips and teased her lips with his cock. Zara trailed her tongue all over his cock, over the tip, the length and the underside of his cock, taking his balls into her mouth and sucking them before taking his cock deep into her mouth and sucking him harder and faster, loving the feel of his hardness in her. Running her hands all over him, Zara grasped his ass cheeks and pulled him even deeper into her mouth, feeling his cock touch the back of her throat. Moaning at the feel of such a big, hard cock in her mouth, Zara reached down with one hand and began to rub her wet pussy. Amir fucked her mouth harder, his hands firmly holding her head as he pushed his cock in deep and hard and fast. Zara could feel he was about to find release and increased the pressure of her mouth, eager to give him his release and feel his hot cum in her mouth and throat. Amir fucked her mouth hard and fast, groaning as his cock started to release hot spurts into Zara's eager mouth. He couldn't stop fucking her mouth as Zara took his cum and swallowed it, loving the taste of him.
Amir sank down to his knees and kissed Zara hard before pushing her onto her back as he pressed kisses to her neck and bit her nipples through her dress. Zara gasped at the exquisite sensation of pleasure mixed with pain. Amir laughed and did it again, he bit her nipples, sending shocks of sex from her nipples to her pussy, making it contract and ache to be filled with Amir's hard, pulsing cock.
Amir removed her shoes and kissed her ankles, licking and kissing his way up both legs. He traced patterns on the back of her knees, making her tremble. Sliding her dress up to her waist, Amir looked at her pussy, covered only with the smallest of thongs. Bending over her, Amir pressed soft kisses to the insides of her thighs, all the way around her pussy, teasing her by kissing her everywhere but the one place she was dying to be kissed. She felt his hair tickle her thighs and squirmed in pleasure, spreading her legs wide open to show herself to him. Amir looked at her and smiled, he knew he was driving her mad with his teasing. In a sudden move, Amir, not bothering to slide her thong down her legs, leaned down and gripped her thong between his teeth. Tugging gently he pulled it down her legs, his lips and tongue teasing the length of her legs as he slipped off her thong. Kissing his way back up her legs, Amir looked down at her naked pussy. Zara's pussy was glistening with her wetness, her soft lips covering her pussy, her clitoris engorged with her arousal. Amir moved closer and at last, covered her pussy with his mouth, running his hot tongue up and down the length of her pussy. He held her pussy wide open and pressed his tongue into her, tasting her wetness. He rubbed her clit with his thumb, making her gasp with pleasure. Sliding his fingers into her pussy, Amir felt her hot, wet, tight pussy close around him. Zara couldn't help moving and riding his fingers, trying to take them deeper into her pussy. The air around them was filled with the scent of their sex and the sounds of their love making.
"You're so wet Zara. So tight," Amir whispered.
Sliding his fingers deeper into her, he teased her before removing his fingers and putting them to her lips. Zara eagerly took his fingers into her mouth, enveloping them, tasting her own juices on Amir's fingers. She sucked his fingers softly, loving the taste of her own arousal and the feel of his fingers. Amir groaned as he watched Zara enjoy her own pussy juices. Amir leaned down once more and kissed Zara's pussy, pressing his tongue deep into her wet pussy, covering his tongue in her juices before leaning up to give Zara a deep kiss, letting her taste her pussy on his tongue.
Amir raised her dress higher and pulling her up slightly, he slid the dress over Zara's head until she was just as naked as he was. Leaning back, Amir looked at her and smiled. Pulling her up he moved to the bed with her and lying back he looked at Zara and waited for her to take her pleasure. Zara leaned down and kissed his lips, his neck, his chest and then his cock which had hardened once more. As Amir lay back, smiling, Zara lifted her leg and sat astride Amir, teasing him with the wetness of her pussy, sliding herself down until just the tip of his cock was in her. She put her hands on her breasts and played with her nipples as she watched Amir's eyes close in pleasure. Leaning down slightly, Zara took a little more of his cock in her before lifting her body and moving until only the tip of his cock was touching her pussy lips. Amir opened his eyes and tried to push up into her but Zara wouldn't let him. Amir gripped Zara's waist and forced her to take his cock inside her, both of them groaning at the exquisite sensation of Amir's hot, hard cock sliding deep into Zara's tight, wet pussy. Amir suddenly froze, looking up at Zara, his breath coming fast and hard as he concentrated on not moving long enough to ask Zara something they should have thought of before.
"Zara," he groaned, "babe do we need protection?"
Moaning at the feel of his hard cock deep inside her, Zara shook her head as if to clear her mind of the passion which was threatening to overwhelm them both. This was something she should have thought about before she knew. Only when she was with Deklan she'd been on the pill, it had been the same with Raj too and she wasn't used to worrying about such things.
"Mmmm yes... oh shoot!" she gasped as Amir's cock twitched inside her, eager to move into the age old rhythm that would satisfy them both. Zara froze as she thought about what could happen with no protection but as Amir's cock moved in her just the tiniest bit, she threw caution to the wind and told herself she'd get the morning after pill first thing tomorrow morning just as soon as the chemist opened. There was one around the corner from her flat so she'd be okay she reassured herself. After all, tonight was supposed to be a night when her life began to change.
"Zara, I can't stop honey," gasped Amir.
"Mmmmm...don't stop baby. I'll get the morning after pill tomorrow. It's okay," Zara moaned as she felt her hips move involuntarily, seeking to take his cock in even deeper.
Amir, unable to hold still a moment longer, thrust into her deep and hard, his hips pushing up to get even deeper. He moved her hands and took her breasts in his hands, moving his head to lick her nipples. Zara held her ass cheeks apart as she rode his cock, feeling his balls slapping against her ass as she moved up and down on his cock. Her hair fell forward, covering them both as Amir tongued and bit her nipples, sucking them and soothing them as Zara moaned. Moving his hands to her ass, Amir gripped her ass cheeks tightly as their bodies strained to find release. Amir pulled Zara down for a deep kiss as he slid his hand down the crack of her ass and slowly started to push his finger into her ass hole. Zara moaned into his mouth as he filled every hole of hers with a part of himself. Zara felt her pussy contracting around his cock as bursts of pleasure shot through her. Unable to stop her orgasm, Zara trembled and moaned as Amir pushed deeper into her as her pussy milked his cock and gave him his own release. Breathing hard, Zara lay on Amir; their bodies still joined as Amir wrapped his arms around her and held her close.
It felt like ages later as Zara lay on Amir's chest in the darkness that he began to once more play with her body, teasing her ass cheeks with feather light strokes. Amir had turned the light off and they had only the moonlight shining in through the window now. Zara wasn't sure if she was awake but it felt so good she didn't move. Amir pressed kisses on her shoulder as he moved her body so she way lying face down on the bed. Kissing her between her shoulders, Amir started rubbing his cock against her ass. Zara felt it harden and smiled. Amir was insatiable. She didn't mind, he made her feel so good. Pressing her ass against him slowly, Zara heard his breathing quicken as his cock hardened more. Amir slid his hands under her body and touched her clit, teasing it with soft touches of his fingers. Zara moaned and tried to rub her clit against his teasing fingers. Amir put both hands under her and raised her ass so it was up in the air.
"Baby get on all fours" he whispered in her ear.
Zara obliged and moved her body so she was on all fours, facing away from him. She felt the mattress move as Amir moved into position behind her. She loved this position. She had a sudden flash of earlier this evening when she'd been touching herself and thinking of her and Deklan fucking in front of her bedroom mirror on all fours. She smiled as she felt him rub himself against her ass hole as he held her ass in place. Feeling his hands on her breasts, rubbing her nipples, Zara moaned. She felt fingers touching her pussy too. Zara suddenly froze. There were too many hands touching her! Turning around in the darkness, Zara gasped. Amir was right there as he should have been, but there were two other men in the room with them. Zara tried to move and found that Amir was still holding her in place.
"Amir? What the hell is going on?" she demanded.
"Relax babe, they're just some friends." Amir replied.
Zara yanked herself out of Amir's grip and moved to cover herself with a blanket but saw there wasn't one on the bed. Looking around she grabbed the pillow next to her and covered herself as much as she could.
"This is Jack and this is Ravi. Jack's my flat mate and Ravi's our old mate from uni. They came back a while ago and saw us in action...they wanted a piece of it too."
Zara looked at Amir, shocked.
"Get them out of here now, I want to get dressed. I'm going home." She looked at the three of them just sitting there, when none of them made a move to go, she demanded, "Now Amir!"
Still, none of them moved. Zara knew the only way out would be to move herself. Inching herself to the side of the bed, Zara wondered how she'd ever got herself into such a situation. Believing that Amir obviously thought she was into this sort of stuff just because she'd fucked him annoyed her. Amir reached out to stop her.
"Come one Zara. It's just a bit of fun. Don't be such a spoil sport."
"Shut up Amir. I'm not that kind of girl." Zara angrily retorted.
Amir laughed "Zara you're a naughty girl...you telling me you've never wanted more than one bloke fucking you? Hmm?"
Zara looked at him. Sure she'd thought about it, didn't everyone? Didn't mean she was going do it though. Something in her expression made Amir laugh again.
"See? Told you didn't I? You have thought about it!"
Jack and Ravi were smiling now too. Zara looked at the three of them and something in her was tempted, just for a moment, to have all three men making love to her. She shook her head and told herself to stop being so stupid. She didn't even know these other two guys. But there was a wicked voice inside, telling her to do it, it was her one and only chance to experience it. Hadn't she been thinking about life changing experiences just a few hours earlier as she got ready for the party? Perhaps this was something else she could experience...just the once she assured herself quickly.
"Amir..." Zara faltered, her voice unsure.
Amir smiled at her. He knew what she was thinking. He looked at Jack and Ravi with a triumphant smile; both of them were smiling now too.
"Zara it's going to be so good honey. You'll love it" Amir assured her. Amir moved closer to her and pulled the pillow away from her gently.
"Zara, this is me, Amir. You can trust me."
Zara slowly let go of the pillow and let Amir kiss her. She was acutely aware of Jack and Ravi watching. Kissing Amir felt good, like it had done all night but now there was a sharp edge to the feeling. She felt a little wicked and wanton as she kissed Amir, the two of them naked, while his friends watched. It was a novel experience for Zara, but not an unpleasant one she was truthful enough to admit to herself.
Jack looked to be around the same height and build as Amir. He had light blonde hair and blue or grey eyes, Zara couldn't tell the exact colour in the moon light. Ravi looked shorter and stockier than the other two. He was bald with fair skin and had dark eyes.
Zara felt strangely turned on as she kissed Amir back, knowing her and Amir were being watched. Amir ran his fingers through her hair and deepened the kiss. Zara felt another pair of hands on her body as Amir slipped his tongue into her mouth. Stiffening slightly, Zara tried to move away, her body and mind unsure about what was happening. Amir pulled back and whispered to her to relax before kissing her again once more.
Zara had seen it was Ravi who had moved to touch her nipples and forcing herself to relax, she admitted to herself it felt strange and alien having someone else touch her at the same time, but it felt kind of good too. Amir felt some of the tension leave her body and he grinned. Pushing her down on the bed, he continued to kiss Zara; he caressed her face as he kissed her lips, her cheeks and her neck.
Zara lay back and allowed her senses be overwhelmed by what was happening to her. She felt the mattress dip as someone moved. She felt another pair of hands spread her legs and touch her pussy, rubbing it slowly. Looking down she saw Ravi had undressed and was moving to lick her nipples. Jack was naked too and was stroking his cock as he touched her pussy. Amir was stroking his cock while he kissed her and licked her.
Zara noticed the difference between the three men as she looked at them. Amir had a thick, long, circumcised cock but Jack and Ravi didn't. Feeling herself blush slightly, she looked at Jack and Ravi again. Jack had a thick cock which was getting harder as he saw her watching him as he stroked himself. The foreskin on his cock was being pulled back to reveal the glistening tip of his arousal. He had thick veins running down the side which were pulsing as blood rushed faster as his cock hardened even more. His cock was slightly shorter than Amir's but it was thicker. Zara could imagine how it might feel inside her. Ravi, she noticed was the smallest in terms of length but he had the biggest girth. His cock was uncircumcised too and as Zara watched, she saw the head appear as the skin moved back, the tip wet with pre cum.
Zara knew some girls had a preference for circumcised cocks over uncircumcised and vice versa but it wasn't an issue with her, it hadn't ever been, she didn't mind. For her, all that mattered was that a guy knew what to do with his cock to pleasure them both and make her explode. Zara closed her eyes and suddenly shivered as she realised what she was doing. A fantasy was one thing but she wasn't ready for this.
"Stop please."
All three guys stopped what they were doing and looked at her.
"Tell us how you want it Zara," Amir said.
"No, I'm sorry. I can't do this" said Zara.
The three men exchanged glances. "Of course you can babe," said Amir. He moved back down to kiss her. Zara moved her face away.
"No Amir. I can't." Zara said, trying to get up.
Amir held her down as she tried to get up. Jack started to touch her pussy again. Zara tried to close her legs but Jack had his hands there.
"Stop it. I don't want this. I mean it. Stop now." Zara demanded.
"Babe don't worry. We'll make it good for you....just like I made it good for you before" Amir tried, coaxing her with a smile.
"No Amir! I don't want this" Zara pushed herself away and tried to stand up.
"Amir you said it was a done deal" Jack said, sounding annoyed.
"What?!" Zara gasped.
"It is, just hold on" Amir replied, sounding irritated.
"No it isn't Amir. I'm going home!" Zara said, feeling the first real tremors of fear and uneasiness at the turn of the situation.
"I'm sorry babe, I can't let you go home yet." Amir looked at Zara.
"Amir?" said Zara, fear evident in her voice now.
"We're just gonna have some fun babe" Ravi spoke for the first time, his voice gravelly, slightly rasping like that of someone who regularly smoked.
"No, I don't want to" Zara tried to move away from the three men. Looking around she realised there was only one way out. She didn't see how she'd make it out the door. Still, she had to try.
Jack, anticipating her move, grabbed her as she tried to make her escape. He held her tight as she thrashed against him.
"Baby you're ruining all the fun," he growled in her ear.
Zara was frozen with fear now. She knew she had no chance of escaping from three big men. Feeling fear coil in her stomach she looked from one man to another to the third. All three of them looked relaxed but determined.
"Please Amir, don't" she pleaded, looking at the man who she thought was a good guy. Amir looked at her and smiled.
"That isn't what you were saying before...then it was please Amir don't stop," he mimicked her and the three men chuckled.
Ravi moved towards her and Jack. He looked bigger and more terrifying than the other two. Zara recoiled in fear. He ran his hands over her nipples and tried to kiss her. Moving her heard from side to side, Zara tried to avoid his mouth. Ravi gripped her chin between his fingers and forced her head still. Zara clamped her lips closed refused to look at him. Forcing her head up, Ravi leaned in to kiss her. His other hand was trailing down her stomach to probe between her lips. Zara, unable to help herself, tried to knee him. Catching him hard on the thigh, she tried again. Ravi had her knee in a vice like grip and held her knee away.
"Don't make me hurt you," he warned her, looking angry now.
Zara looked at Amir in fear, he shrugged and said "Do as he says babe. Don't make it harder for yourself." Zara knew she wouldn't be getting any help from him tonight.
She screamed at the top of her voice, thinking only to stop this madness somehow when Jack clamped his hand over her mouth, cutting her off mid scream.
"Bitch!" he hissed in her ear.
Ravi slapped her hard and her head snapped to one side with the force of the blow. Her eyes smarting with tears, her cheek stinging, Zara knew it was over. She didn't know how much they'd hurt her if she tried anything else.
"Now you be a good girl and we'll leave you alone after, be a naughty girl and we're gonna have to hurt you. It's your choice," said Jack.
There was no choice Zara knew. Unless you counted whether she wanted to be hurt or hurt really badly. All Zara could hope for now was that it would be over quickly. Jack forced her to walk to the bed and lay her down on her back, her legs hanging over the end of the bed, her toes still touching the floor. He spread her legs apart and kneeled between them. Zara lay back, eyes tightly shut as she tried to block out what was happening to her. Jack put his tongue on her, licking her pussy. Zara's legs tried to close automatically but Ravi held her legs open for Jack to continue. As Jack pressed his tongue into her pussy, Amir leaned down to whisper "Relax baby...you loved it before...just imagine it's me" Zara recoiled from his voice, anger and despair mixing violently inside her.
Ravi bent over her body and licked her nipples, tonguing them before taking her breast in his mouth and sucking it. His stubble rasped against her skin, the harsh friction hurting her sensitive skin. Zara moved her body.
"Yes baby, that's it. You're loving it aren't you?" Amir muttered as he deliberately mistook her movements for pleasure.
Zara ceased her movements immediately which Amir took exception to. Whispering into her ear once more "Baby you'd better move that body of yours or you'll make Ravi angry" Zara heard the threat in Amir's words and forced her body to move. Humiliation like she'd never felt before warred with raging anger.
Amir praised her "Baby you're so hot" as he moved his cock towards her face. Feeling it rub against her lips, Zara looked at Amir in terror.
"Suck my cock Zara...be a good girl and suck it like you did before."
The memory of her enjoying herself as she sucked Amir's cock just a short while earlier made Zara want to weep in disgust. How could she have been so wrong about him?
Amir pressed his cock against her lips and forced it into her mouth. What had earlier felt so arousing, so sweet and good now made Zara feel more degraded than ever. Unwilling tears fell from her eyes, racing down and disappearing into her hair.
Zara forced herself to take Amir's cock into her mouth and suck it. With each lick she reminded herself that she had to do this, she had to get away. One more lick, one more suck was one more step towards this nightmare being over.
As Zara felt Amir force his cock in and out of her mouth she felt a probing at the entrance of her pussy. Unable to move her head to look, not sure she even wanted to see, Zara felt a hard cock forcing itself into her pussy. It must be Jack she realised. He was having trouble sliding into her. Hearing him swear, she felt him retreat and her relief at him not being able to violate her was short lived as she felt his tongue on her, wetting her pussy, he was making sure she was wet enough to take him in! Jack moved his mouth and replaced it with his cock, this time he was able to slide into her. He was bigger than Amir, thicker too, Zara felt her pussy being stretched as he slide his cock deeper into her. She heard him groaning in pleasure as her pussy gripped him tight. He retreated all the way before ramming himself into her hard. Zara gasped at the pain. Her pussy tried to reject his cock but it was no use. He was too big, too hard, and too strong and determined to be put off. Zara tried to twist away from Jack but this just seemed to excite him even more as she felt his cock leap inside her.
Zara knew the only way this would be over was if the men had their release. Wanting to be free of them, Zara tried to hurry Jack up. As Amir fucked her mouth hard, Zara lifted her hips to let Jack in deeper and squeezed him with her inner muscles. Jack groaned loudly.
"Mmmmm...yes baby! Oh you dirty girl, you love Jack's cock don't you" he groaned as he fucked her harder.
Zara was glad she couldn't reply as Amir had his cock ramming into her mouth hard and fast. Feeling like she was going to choke Zara tried to move her head to the side. Amir gripped her head in both hands and pressed his cock deep into her, the end of his cock hitting the back of her throat. Moaning loudly Amir pumped his cock faster, Zara knew he was close. Opening her mouth as much as she could, Zara moved her head back and forth, tears streaming down her face as she tried to give her attacker the release he craved. Amir erupted in her mouth with a loud groan, his cum bursting from his cock in long spurts. Zara tried to let his cum dribble from her mouth, unwilling and unable to swallow any of it if she could help it. Amir was having none of it. Using his fingers he scooped up his cum and forced his fingers into Zara's mouth, forcing her to taste him, to swallow his essence.
"You loved swallowing me earlier...you can do it again now" said Amir with a smirk.
Jack watched Amir find his release, seeing his friend fuck Zara's pretty mouth made him even harder. Amir had been right, Zara was a hot fuck.
Zara knew Jack was close too, his breath coming fast as he pumped his cock into her tight pussy. Gripping his cock as tight as she could, Zara raised her hips higher until Jack was as deep as he could go. Zara moaned in pain as Jack's cock filled her pussy, forcing her to accept his big hard cock. Jack grunted as his cock twitched and leapt in her tight, hot pussy. Hearing Zara moan, watching her thrash on the bed, Jack could feel his cock ready to explode. Pushing Ravi to the side, Jack leaned down and bit Zara's nipples hard as his cock began to pulse with his orgasm. He shot his cum deep into her sweet pussy as she moaned in pain. Licking her nipples, Jack leaned down and kissed her face before he collapsed on top of her.
Thankful it was all over, Zara wept. Her body hurt and ached but her mind and soul was bruised more. Not able to face what happened, Zara blocked her mind and lay there, counting down from ten thousand in her mind. She didn't know what she'd do when she got to zero.
"My turn now"
Her blood froze. It was Ravi. There was no mercy for her yet. Zara couldn't believe it wasn't over. She tried to scramble up from the bed but Ravi easily overpowered her.
"Hold her down" she heard him order the other two. Zara thrashed with all her might but it was no use, there was no escape from this yet. Jack and Amir grabbed a leg and an arm each so she lay spread eagled on the bed.
"No. On her front," Ravi told them.
They flipped her over and Zara was on her front. She felt her hips being lifted and a pillow was put under her to raise her ass up a little. Not caring that she was begging Zara turned her head.
"Please don't do this. You've had your fun. I'm begging you please Amir, Jack, Ravi please don't do this."
None of them answered. Her head was forced back down as she felt a hand tracing her back, down to her buttocks. The hand furrowed in between her ass cheeks and began to rub her and press against her ass hole.
"Please no" she whispered.
"Sshhh...its' ok" she heard Ravi whisper as he bent down to lick and kiss her back. Kissing down her back he reached her ass and pressed kisses all over it. Holding her ass cheeks apart, Zara felt Ravi probe her ass hole with the tip of his cock. Her ass hole automatically clenched in fear and rejection as Ravi tried to push his cock into her. He knew what she was doing and he didn't care...because he knew he'd win in the end.
"Relax or it'll hurt even more" he said to her as he continued to push into her. Zara felt pain shoot through her and couldn't stop the moan from escaping. Ravi pushed harder now, feeling her ass hole giving way, slowly and reluctantly. Zara felt the pain worse now as his hard cock forced itself into her without any lubrication. She felt like she was being torn apart as Ravi relentlessly forced himself into her. Feeling her ass burning with pain Zara cried out but it was no use. Amir and Jack wouldn't let go and Ravi wouldn't stop. With a last hard push Ravi was in all the way. He groaned in satisfaction as he felt the tightest ass ever around his cock. Zara cried into the bed, sobs wracking her body as the pain tore her apart. Ravi retreated before pushing himself all the way in again, enjoying himself now. His pace increased as he tried to find his own release.
Zara felt a hand stroking her leg. Turning her head slightly she saw Amir looking at her as he stroked her. Seeing her look at him he smiled at her. Zara turned her head away in disgust as Ravi grunted away on top of her, breathing harshly as he violated her body and tore her insides. Zara didn't know when the pain would end when all of a sudden Ravi stiffened on top of her and shouted out as his cock burst inside her. Feeling him collapse on top of her and the hands pinning her down loosen, Zara was almost afraid to believe it was over. Ravi proved to her seconds later that her nightmare was nowhere near over as he slid his cock out of her and turned her body over so she was once more lying flat on her back. Ravi had bead of sweat running down his face, his chest still heaving with exertion. Zara didn't understand why he was looking at her, shuffling forward on his knees, closer to her, until he started to lower his cock towards her mouth. She looked at him in horrified disgust.
"Now baby, open that hot mouth of yours and suck me clean," Ravi grinned at her.
Zara didn't realise she was shaking her head until the expression on Ravi's face changed; his smile became a sneer as he looked down at her.
"I know how much you love sucking cock, I saw how much you loved Amir's cock in your mouth. I want to see my cock disappear in your mouth now...suck it now you dirty bitch!" Ravi snarled at her. Zara looked at Amir, wondering if he'd put a stop to this madness but he had the same evil smile on his face as Jack did. The bastards were enjoying her humiliation, she realised.
Zara couldn't open her mouth, the thought of what Ravi wanted her to do made her want to hurl. Ravi, seeing she wouldn't open her mouth voluntarily, looked towards Amir and jerked his head once. Amir, understanding what Ravi wanted, gripped Zara's chin in his hands and forced her jaw open.
"Mmmnff! Nnnn!" Zara tried to speak but couldn't, her jaw was in a vice like grip. She heard Jack laugh at her helplessness. She looked up and saw Ravi's big, thick cock coming towards her mouth. She gagged as his cock entered her mouth, her brain unable to assimilate what was happening, her mouth trying to dispel his cock. Feeling her throat try to close up, Zara hoped her gagging would put Ravi off. His laughter indicated otherwise.
"You love it really...all you girls pretending to be so good...nothing but a bunch of cock sucking whores!" Ravi swore, his voice hard.
"She will suck it Ravi, she loves a hard cock in her mouth," said Amir. "Sit her up and put your hands on her head, force it in, that's how she likes it. Isn't that right Zara sweets?" Amir laughed.
"Get up," Ravi told her, reaching down to grab her arms and pull her up. Zara was on her knees now, facing Ravi. He placed both hands on the back of her head and forced her to lower her head, her mouth now inches from his cock.
"Suck me real good and you're done...you can go," Ravi promised her.
Zara looked up at him, disbelief clear on her face.
"Zara, he's telling the truth," Jack spoke, his voice quieter than the others. "We only wanted a bit of fun with you, suck him off and you can go."
Hope warring with disbelief, Zara turned to look at each of them in turn; Amir nodded at her to confirm Jack's words, Ravi was looking at her expectantly while Jack nodded towards Ravi's cock.
Zara turned back slowly towards Ravi's cock; she really didn't want to do this. Bending her head slowly she inched towards his cock and closing her eyes she took a deep breath. She looked at the cock in front of her and opened her mouth slowly. She could feel the bile rising in her throat and forcing it down she made herself take deep breaths before touching the tip of his cock with her tongue. She heard Ravi moan quietly as her tongue ran over the length of his cock. His cock smelt strange and she forced herself to breathe through her mouth instead, her breath tickling Ravi's cock as she continued to swirl her tongue over his cock. Daring to look up at him, she saw his eyes were closed and he was smiling.
"Go on Zara, take it deep in your mouth," she heard Amir say from behind her. He was breathing a little faster, she understood seeing her suck Ravi's cock was turning on Amir.
Opening her mouth wide, Zara took Ravi's cock deep into her mouth and closed her lips around him. With a deep groan, Ravi increased the pressure on her head and pushed himself even deeper into her mouth. Zara gagged, trying to twist her head away.
"Suck him properly baby and you can go," Jack reminded her.
Turning back towards Ravi's cock, Zara held it in both hands and stroked it, wanting to please them so this nightmare could finally end. Zara tried to imagine she was anywhere but here. She decided to imagine it wasn't Ravi in front of her. Conjuring up an image of a smiling Deklan in her head, Zara bent her head towards Ravi's cock and swirled her tongue over the tip of his cock, flicking the head in the way Deklan used to love.
She ran her hands down his cock and took his balls into her hands, squeezing them and teasing him. She closed her lips around his cock and moved her head forward slowly to enclose him deep inside her hot, wet mouth. She gripped him tightly with her tongue and let his cock touch the back of her throat. This time there was no gagging. Imagining how Deklan would praise how well she sucked his cock, Zara ran her hands all over Ravi now. She massaged his balls again before rubbing the sensitive skin between his balls and his ass hole. Deklan loved her doing that to him when she sucked his cock. He'd rub himself against her fingers; Ravi was doing the same thing now. His cock had only been semi hard before but Zara felt it swell in her mouth now as it grew bigger.
"Mmm baby, suck me harder," she heard him moan.
Glad that it was working and excited over her ordeal coming to an end, Zara began to suck his cock herder, faster, her head bobbing up and down as she teased him with her teeth grazing his cock lightly. Zara wanted it over quickly and remembered how she'd make Deklan come quickly by fingering his ass at the same time. Zara moved back to release his cock from her mouth and before Ravi could stop her, she put her finger in mouth and licked it, making it wet. She looked up at him and saw Jack had moved around to stand beside Ravi and was stroking his cock as he watched. Jack took her other hand and wrapped it around his cock, holding his hand over hers as he forced her to stroke his cock. Zara moved her wet finger towards Ravi's ass hole and began pressing against it gently as she kissed his cock and licked her way up and down it.
She felt hands exploring her ass and realised it was Amir touching her, wiping her ass clean of Ravi's cum with a tissue or something soft. All three men were touching her now, forcing her to do things she didn't want to. Zara's body was theirs to play with and she knew she couldn't do a single thing about it. As Zara sucked Ravi and stroked Jack, she felt Amir kiss and bite her ass cheeks, his tongue licking her, making its way down to her ass hole. She squirmed at the unfamiliar sensation and Amir held her in place, his tongue moving lower to lick her. She felt his tongue rimming her hole before it was replaced with the head of his cock. Zara clenched her ass in fear but it was no use. Amir was slowly pushing his cock into her ass and she couldn't stop him. Her ass accepted his cock slightly more easily than Ravi's, he'd already stretched her ass hole open from his brutal thrusting. It still hurt and Zara whimpered as Amir's cock began to fill her.
"Oh baby your ass is so tight," Amir groaned as he began moving in her.
All three men were using her body now as Ravi fucked her mouth faster, his cock touching the back of her throat as he moved his cock deeper into her mouth. Jack was jerking off in her hand and moaning as he massaged his balls with his other hand. Amir was gripping her ass cheeks tightly as he rammed his cock harder and deeper into her, grunting with pleasure.
Amir leaned down and bit her neck hard as his cock leapt in her ass, breathing fast as he pumped her ass hard. He reached under her and pulled her nipples, twisting them until she cried out in pain, the sound of her cried seemed to excite him as he plunged her ass even harder. Gripping her breasts tight in his hands, Amir rammed into her hard, making her scream out in pain as his cock began to spurt inside her. Zara could feel his cock pulsing deep in her ass as it released his cum in long spurts. Biting her and kissing her back, Amir shuddered as he slid himself out of her ass and lay down on the bed, his body heaving with deep breaths.
Ravi was holding her head so tight her face was mashed up against his body, his trimmed hair scraping against her nose and face. Zara pressed her finger against his ass harder and felt the tip of it slide into him. Pressing harder she pushed her finger deeper into his ass and began to move her finger in and out slowly as she deep throated his cock. Ravi wasn't able to take much of that as his cock began to twitch in her mouth. Zara sped up her actions, wanting him to cum so she could leave. Ravi's moans grew louder as Zara used her mouth and tongue on him to bring him to orgasm, her finger deep in his ass, making him moan in pleasure. Ravi pulled her hair and moved her back as his cock began to shoot jets of cum over her face. Holding his cock with one hand he made sure his cum hit her mouth and cheeks and even her forehead, Zara grimaced as his cum ran down her face and into her mouth.
Jack was close to orgasm too as he moved her hand over his cock faster, he made no sound but as his face was contorted as he focused solely on his orgasm. As Ravi moved away from her, Jack pushed her body down on the bed, still making her stroke him. He leaned down and kissed her, forcing his tongue into her mouth as his cock leapt in her hand. Jack kissed and bit her nipples, taking her breast into his mouth and sucking hard as his orgasm began to rush through him. His hot cum splashed her stomach as his hands forced her to stroke his cock faster, milking every last drop of cum. As his cock began to lose some of its hardness, Jack slumped on top of her, their bodies wet and sticky with his cum. Minutes later, Jack rolled onto his back and pulled her towards his body.
"Lick it all off," he murmured.
Zara knew she had no choice as she bent her head and licked his stomach and chest clean, her tongue making fast work of cleaning his body. She ran her tongue around and over his cock and his balls, waiting for the moment when they told her she could go.
Once she was done, she sat up and looked at the three men, not wanting to say or do anything to anger them.
"May I leave now?" Zara asked them, injecting as much meekness as she could into her voice.
"Leave?" Ravi asked her laughing.
"We're having too much fun with you now to let you go babe." Jack added.
"You said you'd let me go," Zara said, her voice trembling.
"Ah come on babe, you know us guys, always saying stuff we don't mean," Amir chuckled.
"Please? Please let me go. I've done everything you asked for. Please, I'm begging you," Zara whispered, her voice clogged with tears.
"Aw Zara don't cry....we will let you go. Just a little while longer," said Amir.
"Please Amir, please let me go? Please Jack, Ravi, please let me go," Zara cried, tears streaming down her face now.
"You can go in a bit...just something else you gotta do for us first," said Amir.
Zara looked at him, barely able to see him with the tears blurring her view.
"What?" she whispered?
"You gotta dance with us first," smiled Amir at her. "Like we were dancing at the party."
Zara looked at him in disbelief. "What?" she repeated, "I'll dance with you and you'll let me go? Just like that?"
"Yep," Amir grinned, "just like that."
Jack got up, walking over to the far side of the room to turn on the stereo. Zara heard strains of low music filled the room, the romantic song completely at odds with what was happening to her
"May I?" Jack asked her with a mock bow, standing beside the bed.
Zara looked at him uncertainly and inched towards him slowly, fear and uncertainty making her move slowly. Jack took her hand and pulled her up against him, putting his hands on the curve of her waist, moving against her slowly. Zara stood there frozen, hands at her side, unable to move.
"You're not going anywhere until we have our dance," Jack reminded her with a whisper in her ear.
Jack took her hands and put them around his neck before settling his hands on her ass and pulling her close against his naked body. His chest rubbed against hers, his chest hair rubbing against her sore nipples, making her wince in pain.
"Come on babe, you loved dancing with me earlier tonight, dance with him properly," Amir ordered her. Zara looked at him, her eyes flashing in anger but Amir just shrugged at her.
Jack was getting angry now at her lack of movement, his grip tightening on her. Zara forced herself to relax and moulded her body to his, her body flush up against him now; they were touching from chest to thighs. His cock rested and rubbed against her stomach now as they swayed to the music. Jack pressed her closer to him, rubbing his hands over her ass cheeks, pulling her body into his. Zara couldn't believe how her night had gone. Her earlier excitement at the party, making love with Amir, it all seemed like a lifetime ago. All she could think about now was the humiliation and pain heaped upon her by the three men who it seemed hadn't finished with her yet. Tears of fear and humiliation ran unchecked down her face as her body moved with Jack's in rhythm to the music.
Feeling someone move close to her and touch her from behind, Zara turned to look. It was Amir. Jack moved his hands so Amir could press up against Zara's back. Amir rubbed his cock against her ass as he moved with them. Zara was sandwiched between the two men, both men rubbing themselves against her as they moved. Ravi was laughing now as he watched the three of them sway to the music. He'd lit up a joint and the smell added to Zara's discomfort, making her feel nauseous. Ravi lay back on the bed and stroked his cock as he watched them through the hazy smoke. Jack moved his hands between their bodies and rubbed Zara's breasts, down her stomach to play with her clit. He rubbed his fingers against her, enjoying her squirming. Amir spread her ass cheeks and rubbed his cock between her cheeks, moaning into her ear, his breath hot.
What seemed like hours later, both men looked at each other and moved away. Zara couldn't understand what was happening. Hoping it was over she turned to look at Ravi, he was fiddling with something on the chest of drawers at the side of the bed. Amir and Jack walked towards him grinning.
"Is it all there?" Amir asked excitedly.
"Yep, all of it...even just the two of you from before," replied Ravi with a grin.
A sinking feeling in her stomach, Zara moved to see what they were talking about. Ravi was holding a small video camera in his hands.
"What have you done?" Zara asked them, her voice shaking.
"Just a little home video babe," Ravi said with a leer on his face.
"Amir...no...please no," Zara whispered.
"Relax babe, it's just for us...just a little something to enjoy," Amir smiled.
Zara could hear her own voice pleading and begging them to stop as Ravi rewound the tape and played it back. He must have fast forwarded a little as the next thing she heard was moans from one of them men as she screamed in pain. Horror filled her as thoughts of what they might do filled her once more. Zara could feel her legs shaking, as each thought was worse than the previous one.
Jack walked towards her with a speculative look on his face.
"We could destroy the tape Zara...if you want us to?" he asked her.
Zara looked at him gratefully, "Please, yes, please destroy it," she begged him.
"What would you be willing to do?" he asked her with a smile.
Zara looked at him horrified. "What...what do you mean? I've done everything you wanted," she stammered.
"Hmm...not everything. There's still so much more we could do," Jack said.
At this, both Amir and Ravi looked up with a smile. They nodded their heads eagerly.
"The way I see it, it's up to you Zara...either you can stay here with us and have some more fun with us...or we could post this video on the internet. Start with little clips on Facebook...maybe email snatches of it to your friends...or maybe send a little clip to your family. From what I've heard, Muslim parents don't really like their good little girls to be fucking boys...and you sure as hell fucked Amir tonight," Jack laughed.
"You wouldn't? Amir please, you know what this will do to me. Please, I'm begging you, don't do this to me," Zara pleaded.
"Sorry babe...it's up to the boys. I've had my fun with you tonight...how can I deny them theirs? Eh boys?" Amir turned to share a laugh with the other two.
Ravi walked out of the room and came back in moments later. He was carrying a laptop with him. Zara's blood froze. They really were serious. Looking from Ravi and the laptop towards Amir and Jack, she couldn't believe what was happening to her. How much would they do to her...her body was bruised, violated beyond any of her worst nightmares...and still they wanted more.
"What's it to be sweets?" Ravi looked at her.
"Please no...please don't do this, I'm begging you please." Zara cried.
Shaking his head, Ravi set the laptop down on the chest of drawers and turned it on. The screen flickered to life as Zara stared, willing something, anything to stop this madness. Ravi began to attach a cable to the video camera.
"Stop! Please stop!" Zara shouted.
All three men looked at her, their faces blank as they waited.
"Well?" Amir asked her.
In answer, Zara turned around and walked towards the bedroom door without looking at any of them. She closed the door and turned back towards them, resigned to her fate as she saw all three men smile in anticipation. She closed her eyes and prayed it would be over soon. |
19,627 | Zara's Downfall | TheDarkCloud | NonConsent/Reluctance | 2012-04-24 | 2012-04-24 | 2022-01-01 15:51:19 | 1 | literotica.com | https://www.literotica.com/s/zaras-downfall | Posh White girl submits to Black Rival. | ['Interracial'] | 4.27 | Zara Brownliss brought her horse to a steady halt and demurely dismounted him. Carefully she tied his reigns to the nearby fence and took a few moments to pat his neck and speak to him before finally finding the resolve to turn away and begin the half mile or so walk to a clearing between two clumps of large trees at the far end of the field. This was the very extremity of her father's estate and she was sure no one would observe her way out here from the family mansion.
As she strode across the cut straw field she looked every inch the wealthy, sexy young woman she was. Her riding hat, crop and tight jodhpurs accentuated her every move. The long blonde hair hung down almost to her perfect ass in a long pony tail. But her face betrayed that something was not right. She was stern and severe looking, nervous perhaps, which was unusual as she was such a cocksure, arrogant girl, perceiving herself and acting like she was a cut above anyone else.
Her footsteps faltered just as she entered the gap between the trees and spotted the girl waiting on her. Naomi was a black teenager, 18, the same as Zara. But she came from the estate in the nearby city and had nowhere near the advantages that Zara had had. Naomi was a slim, tall girl, her own hair pulled back to a severe ponytail. She was clad in white strappy top and denim cut off shorts. She glared at Zara with undisguised hatred and resentment. Just looking at the blonde's expensive clothing and this mass of land her father owned made her hate Zara even more. Zara came to a stop twenty feet in front of Naomi as she noticed Naomi's little gang of friends hanging out under the trees on the left hand side of the clearing, they were all black skinned too and Zara suppressed a shudder at all these trashy niggers on her fathers land because of her.
Naomi pointed to the right and a tree stump with a milk crate balance upon it , above it hung a white rope tied, very clearly in a noose. It was waiting for Zara. Zara stared at it and tried to hide her mounting fear. Naomi, harsh voice cut across the field to reach the blonde.
"Your decision blondie. You know the rules. What is it to be?"
Time stood still for Zara and she looked at the noose and imagined stepping on that crate and pulling the rope around her young neck. Then she stared at Naomi, god how she hated that black bitch! Then she came to a decision and slowly she walked towards Naomi and just as she reached her she dropped submissively to her knees and bent her head down and humiliatingly kissed each of Naomi's dirty, white trainers.
Naomi's friends called out insults and cheered as Zara did this but Naomi made no move or sign until she spoke coolly.
"Coward! I knew you would not have the nerve. Anyway, it's all good. Take all your clothes off and chuck them over there."
It had been a long time since Zara had ever obeyed another female, certainly her mother and tutors were treated with little above disdain. But with little argument Zara obeyed Naomi and stood up then took off every stitch of clothing she was wearing until she was naked before her enemy. Naomi pointed to a fresh cow shit just off to her side on the field.
"On your knees and place your face in that!"
Zara stared down at the brown, part crusty thing at her feet and grimaced. But she knew this was her life now, she had made the choice. That hateful nigger standing over her now owned Zara Brownliss mind body and soul. The blonde slowly dropped to her knees and again bent her beautiful, white face forward until she felt the crust of the cow shit on her nose. Conscious of Naomi standing over her Zara then pushed further until her lips were in it, then her forehead and her eyelashes in the filth. Then with all the self control she could must she began to run her face back and forth then up and down in the shit.
*
Zara and Naomi were members of a teenage girl Fight Club. Both, despite coming from opposite ends of the social spectrum, were two of the most important and respected members. In the Club it did not matter whether you came from a poor housing estate or from the richest family in the Borough, just that you were willing to fight other girls and abide by the Club rules.
But their social status did drive a wedge between them from the first. Both were very good fighters and racked up plenty of victories. Both were also inherently racist and enjoyed nothing more than a win over a black girl (in Zara's case) or a win over a white girl ( in Naomi's case). To an experienced observer it was obvious the two Alpha females were on a collision course. They quickly developed a rivalry that turned into a feud. But they avoiding fighting for long enough, contenting themselves with destroying the others friends and gang members. And when their inevitable collision took place it came with the highest of stakes.
It was a submission only fight. The loser would have to submit to the other. Would have to quit and give up, the ultimate humiliation that either could suffer having to surrender to their great rival. But that wasn't enough. Both insisted that they could never submit to the other, they could not imagine ever being able to surrender in those circumstances. The odds were increased when Zara suggested that Naomi could become her slave afterwards, Naomi took it as a stipulation and insisted the reverse would be the case should she win. So the forfeit was made in full view of the rest of the Club. The loser of the fight must not only submit to lose the fight but must then become the winners slave.
"I'd rather hang myself than be your slave!"
Retorted Zara in her snottiest, posh accented voice.
"Bitch, I will give you that option!" snarled Naomi in return.
And so after a long, gruelling battle that saw both girls stripped naked it was Zara who eventually had to quit and submit to her hated rival. The defeat had shattered the blonde. She lost all her confidence and bravado and when Naomi demanded that they meet in the assigned field one week later Zara had agreed feebly. Which led to the situation unfolding in the field that quiet Saturday afternoon.
*
After a minute of pushing Zara's face into the cow pat Naomi finally lifted her foot and allowed the blonde to raise her head out of the shit. She slowly looked up and Naomi couldn't help but laugh at the mess the usually immaculate Zara was in.
"I guess I should help you wash that off bitch. Lie on your back!"
Looking up with shit crusted on her face Zara moved her feet and sat on her ass then lay down flat on her back in the grass. She saw Naomi roll her skirt up around her waist then step out of a skimpy thong then squat down over Zara's head, just inches from her face.
"Ain't never pissed on a rich, white girl before, think I'm gonna enjoy it!"
Zara closed her eyes just as the yellow stuff burst forth from between the black thighs and splashed violently right between her eyes. She could hear Naomi's friends crying out and cheering in the background and she tried to focus on that rather than what she was submitting to here.
The piss flowed right down Zara's messed up face, washing off some of the cow shit but in fact it was in some ways worse as the piss seemed to get everywhere, seeping into her eyes, her ears, her nose and her mouth, The taste and smell strong and pungent and filthy. Finally Naomi was done and she peered down in amusement at her supine rival before producing a dog collar and leash and snapping it around the blonde girl's neck. She sorted it out then tugged on it so Zara came up and onto her knees.
"Let's finish your wash bitch, come on crawl after me."
She tugged hard on the leash and began to lead Zara like a dog across the field toward the trough of water at the gate.
As Zara crawled across the field she realised the strangest thing - she was sexually aroused! She could not credit it, so far all that she had endured had been embarrassing, humiliating and degrading. That she could be submitting to such a creature as the nigger with the other end of the dog leash was unthinkable to her. And yet she was aroused, wet between the legs. Could being a loser be a turn on to her? Could it be the act of complete submission. She couldn't fathom it, could not process it in her brain, but there was no denying it. Oh how she hoped that Naomi and her cackling friends did not discover this.
As they moved across the field Naomi took great pleasure explaining that the dog collar had until very recently belonged to and been around the neck of her brothers pitbull. It was easy for Zara to believe, it stank of dog and hair was stuck all around it to rub and brush at the delicate neck of the blonde.
Zara finally made it to the old, rusting water trough and immediately turned her nose up as she looked into the dark, murky gloop that resided in it. Naomi unclipped the leash and collar and pointed into the depths of the water.
"Wash it off bitch, get your head right in there and get all that cow shit off!"
Zara looked down at her own reflection and did not recognise the girl staring back at her. She had changed since the loss in the fight, she was no longer confident but now she saw, and knew, she was weak and pathetic. Acknowledging this she bowed her head down and plunged it into the filthy water. It was cold and disgusting, she could feel floaters in her hair and it certainly did not clean much of the shit off her face.
When her head came up Naomi looked at her and sneered, loving the state the normally perfect blonde was now in, and loving even more the feeling of complete dominance she was enjoying over her erstwhile rival.
"Here use these to wipe the rest off then dip yourself in again."
She handed Zara her own blouse and timidly the rich girl accepted it then used it as a cloth to wipe her face. Without comment once she was done she dunked her head into the cold water once more. She emerged dripping, coughing with her hair saturated and plastered to her scalp but the shit was gone and Naomi was happy enough to snap the collar and leash back in place and start walking Zara over to where the gaggle of Naomi's friends stood.
Naomi dropped the leash and left Zara kneeling there while she joined her friends in a semi circle staring at the naked, wet blonde girl.
"You are clearly getting off on being treated like this bitch so why don't you finish the job, I want you to masturbate and make yourself cum!"
Zara knelt there and risked a look at Naomi but the glare she got in return was enough to convince her not to delay any further. The rich, blonde burned with shame and humiliation as she reached her right hand down and buried her fingers into the mound between her legs while the cackling niggers laughed and made all sorts of crude, debasing comments.
"That's it you cracker ho!"
"Yeah, you know you want to get off being dominated by us niggers, don't you?"
"Found your level whitie!"
She could not quite believe how wet she was, she was soaking and her fingers rubbed rapidly over her slippery nub and lips and she screwed her eyes shut and tried imagined something else but the only image she could get was of Naomi standing over her smirking like she now owned Zara.
She was so close to climaxing when Naomi barked out harshly.
"Stop! I said stop bitch!"
It took every bit of self control Zara had left to tear her own fingers away from her pussy, her eyes filled with tears at the frustration and she willed Naomi to tell her to continue.
"Aww! What a shame! Did you want to cum? Well too bad cunt! I decide that now. The only way you are going to cum now bitch is with a black cock buried in that tight, white snatch. The good news for you though is that there's a nice big strap on in the glove compartment of my car down by the road. So what I want you to do slut is crawl down there and bring it back between your teeth like a nice, obedient doggie bringing it's master a stick."
Zara only took a few seconds to roll over and get onto all fours and start crawling away from the crowd of mocking black girls. She thought she would be glad of a few minutes away from their presence but after she had crawled ten feet or so they started to follow her, watching her white ass wiggle as she moved. Worse still when Zara got to the edge of the field she came face to face with the barbed wire fence that ran the length of it and beyond that a large patch of stinging nettles and some thistles before seeing Naomi's blue car on the track beyond that.
Zara stopped before the fence and gave a whimper as she looked back at Naomi.
"Well? What are you waiting for? Go and get that fucking strap on before I go off the idea!"
It was not an easy journey but Zara made it. She had resolved in her mind that she would prove herself here in this clearing this afternoon. She had made the challenge, she had accepted the risks that came with it so she would live with the consequences, whatever they may be and not complain. Perhaps then she would learn, she thought, either not to take such challenges on next time never to submit. She hated herself for submitting, she deserved this punishment, she wanted it, it would make her stronger in the future. Each look at her gloating opponent made her hate herself a little more and determined that she should pay full penance for her weakness in the contest. She felt she deserved this humiliation.
Returning from her journey with a large dildo (attached to a harness) grasped between her teeth she burned with the embarrassment of doing this and imagining how truly pathetic she was. Strangely too, she was somewhat aroused by her submissive actions, though she attributed that to being made to play with herself earlier by Naomi.
"What an obedient little bitch!"
Condescended Naomi as she lifted her strap on from Zara's mouth and patted her on the head like she was congratulating a dog on fetching a stick that had been thrown.
"Now turn around and I'll take you doggy style seeing as you so resemble a canine."
Zara did as she was told, little realising that with every order obeyed a little bit more of her proud ego disappeared.
The plastic cock that now jutted out from Naomi's crotch was as black and menacing as the girl itself. It was ten inches long and a couple wide and looked perfectly in place on the ebony warrior. Naomi slapped Zara's white ass hard then dropped to her knees behind her and thrust her finger between Zara's thighs and into her wet pussy. She was soaking. Naomi leaned forward and hissed in Zara's ear so the others couldn't hear.
"You want this don't you bitch? You want it inside you so bad. Well you can get it, but you're going to have to beg for it You are going to have to beg for this big, black bad boy inside you. Go on, beg for it, humiliate youself, Make all my friends believe that you are a dirty, nasty, nympho racist and I promise I'll make you cum harder than you have ever before."
Naomi sneered as she leaned back then rubbed her plastic forward across Zara's clit to tease her but she would go no further unless the rich white girl debased herself further. After a few moments and an internal battle in her mind Zara spoke up, loud enough that everybody in the clearing could hear her.
"Fuck me with your fucking black cock! I want you nigger cock inside me! Please! I am begging you Mistress! Fuck me!"
As a verbal submission it was enough for Naomi but she had one more surprise for her new sex slave as she pulled back her dildo then plunged it forward, not into Zara's soaking wet pussy but straight into her tight, white asshole. Naomi grasped Zara's blonde hair tightly and jerked her head part way round so she could see her enemy's face as she was anally penetrated. She released it after a few moments and got right down to the task of fucking the snobby little slut as hard as she could in the middle of her own father's land. Naomi was a powerful girl with plenty of leg muscles and strength and she fairly ploughed forward until Zara's arms gave way and she just lay on her face as she was anally taken. Finally Naomi withdrew her cock and moved around to lift up Zara's head by her hair and presented it to her lips.
"Lick it clean and I promise it'll go in that throbbing hot, wet pussy next."
It was in Zara's mouth almost before the last word was out of Naomi's. Zara grimaced at the taste of her own ass and shit but she sucked it clean none the less. The sexual tension of the past hour or so had overcome the teenager now, she needed release and did not care at what cost it came.
This brought howls of derision from the watching crowd of Naomi's friends, seeing the stuck up blonde bitch so easily reduced to this shit eating submissive was a real tonic for them and each wished they had a weak willed white girl to service them like that.
Naomi finally pulled the plastic cock from Zara's lips and ordered the blonde to roll over onto her back and spread her legs because she was now going to get what she so desperately wanted. Naomi and her cock got in between her milky white thighs and once more teased her by rubbing the length of the dildo up and down Zara's wet clit.
"Come on cracker, beg me for it again, humiliate yourself and I'll give you the fucking of your spoilt bitch life! Tell me how much you want black cock inside you!"
A week, a day, even an hour ago Zara could never in a million years imagined this. Her laying there, broken and pathetic and begging to be treated like the dirtiest slut imaginable.
"Yes! I need you big, black cock. Please! I need it! Fuck me with it. Give me your black dick!"
Naomi smiled and adjusted her position and slid her plastic phallus into and up Zara's tight white, shaven snatch until it was all the way inside her and their faces were inches apart. Naomi held it there, deeply penetrating her foe before very carefully spitting right between Zara's eyes.
"Oh you're going to get it bitch! You're going to get more black cock than a stuck up cunt like you can ever handle!"
And with that Naomi drew the dildo back out of Zara almost all the way then lunged forward hard and fucked her and proceeded to start pumping hard in and out of her piece of white fuckmeat.
With Naomi looming over her while fucking her Zara was unable to see the two cars that pulled up and the eight coloured youths that got out and jumped the fence to congregate with Naomi's friends that were watching the two girls rut in the field. She barely heard them, Zara was now in some zoned out place, completely submissive and defeated and intent on obeying whatever her Black Mistress told her to do.
Naomi heard them though and knew the last part of her plan was now in place, yes this blonde slut would be getting a whole lot of black cock very soon indeed.
*
"The final part of your debt to me will only be paid once you fall pregnant and give birth to a nice, black child."
Zara looked up at Naomi, her blue eyes wide in shock , her mouth stuffed with the strap on that was pretty much fresh from her satisfied and climaxed pussy.
"To that end slave, you will, from now on only fuck black men. And you will not be choosy, if a brother wants you then you will give yourself to him, understand? You've earned this with your defeat, it's time you paid the penalty for years of racism and snobbery cunt!"
With the plastic phallus still between her lips Zara dumbly nodded obediently and when it was withdrawn and Naomi stepped to the side Zara stared at the line of black men that stood before her.
"Fuck her boys, any hole you want but make sure your baby makers end up the cracker slut's cunt, OK?"
Zara knelt there and watched as the guys walked towards her. She had only been with a couple of guys before (both rich, white and with prospects) and now here she was nothing but meat for a black, gang bang. Before she knew it the first guy was at her and slapping a very large cock against the posh girl's face. She made to say something but the minute her mouth opened he shoved it inside and started to face fuck her. His slimy balls were soon on her chin and she was gagging on the length of his massive member as two more black dicks appeared and started to get slapped against her face. Naomi and her girlfriends were at the fence now, having a drink and watching the action unfold. More than one girl was jealous of Zara because there was a hell of an amount of cock going there.
Before long Zara was on her hands and knees with a cock in her mouth and another one pounding into her pussy from behind, doggy style, the meat in a frantic chocolate sandwich. She was so tiny between these large, muscled black youths, her holes stretched to their still tight limits. Naomi, watching could not prevent her hand moving down to her own swollen pussy and fingering it, the scene she had created was so fucking hot, watching that stuck up posh bitch being screwed like this was everthing she had imagined it would be. Closing her eyes Naomi could just imagine the look on Zara's parents face when fist she announced she was pregnant and then when the thing came out that it was coloured.
When the first chocolate cock exploded and pumped it's seed into Zara's pussy the guy withdrew and the guy at her mouth withdrew so that the first guy could be sucked clean. The other guy then made his way behind Zara, got on his knees and inserted his throbbing manhood into her sopping pussy as well and started to pound away. They were all under clear instruction to cum inside the white girl's cunt and Naomi had plans that would see Zara taking more black cock than she could imagine over the next few months if need be. From the looks and noises Zara was making then maybe it wouldn't be so hard on the posh tart, she looked like she was really getting into being a piece of white fuckmeat.
*
Later that afternoon and everyone else had gone from the field and the clearing. The black guys and girls all left (the men drained and satisfied and wondering if they might be an unknowing father in waiting).
Zara lay on her back in the field. She was naked and exhausted. Her body had received a thorough workout, her legs and pussy ached at the amount of action they had seen. She looked dazed ( a look not helped by the glaze of cum that coated her skin). Her pussy was dripping cum and no surprise as it was full of sperm. She looked up and saw Naomi standing over her, she was holding the white rope noose and sneering at her former rival.
"You will continue to attend the Club bitch, but you'll not be there to fight. Each night I'll bring a few different guys who'll help you in your quest to become a teenage single mum, understand?"
"Y-Yes Mistress."
The words were music to Naomi's ears, she casually placed her foot on Zara's chin and wriggled her toes on her lips.
"Kiss them and thank me for this afternoon bitch!"
Zara inclined her head and did just that, her place was now sealed she was nothing more than Naomi's rich, little plaything. |
19,628 | Zeenat Gets a Job | nightplayer73 | NonConsent/Reluctance | 2019-02-06 | 2019-02-06 | 2022-01-01 15:51:20 | 1 | literotica.com | https://www.literotica.com/s/zeenat-gets-a-job | Gorgeous young recruit is abused thoroughly! | ['Employment', 'Gangbang', 'Group', 'Group Sex', 'Indian', 'Non-Con', 'Non- Consensual', 'Noncon', 'Size-Queen', 'Young'] | 4.27 | Blushing, Zeenat crossed her arms in front of herself self-consciously as she answered, "Yes, of course, Mr. Gupta. I would be happy to follow all the rules and requirements of the company. I'm really very grateful for the job". She felt her skin tingle as the older man's eyes darted down from her gorgeous face to her ample bosom.
It was not that Zeenat was not used to being looked at by men. At 21 years old now, she was an incredibly stunning young woman. However, she had begun to attract male attention even when she was as young as 15. Standing five feet nine, she was tall for an Indian girl, but the fullness of her figure complimented her height very well. All her girlfriends envied her exceptionally large breasts, her faultlessly smooth complexion, her shapely long legs, and her long silky tresses. Her most attractive feature was her gorgeous face, a rare combination of innocence and naughtiness. Her bright large eyes were grey-green and she had dimples on both cheeks. Many of her admirers found her lips her sexiest feature - they were very full and she had a way of pouting suggestively when she talked and laughed, which had led to the boys in her college labelling her mouth 'prime blowjob material'!
When Zeenat walked on the Mumbai streets, she was constantly followed by appreciative whistles, catcalls and obscene comments. This scared her at times, but it also excited her. Often, even as she would glare with her beautiful smouldering eyes at some roadside Romeo's comment about what he would like to do to her 'chikni' body, the soft mound between her shapely legs would tingle at the thought of the man actually carrying out his threat. As Mr. Gupta's eyes ran hungrily over her voluptuous body, she felt that familiar buzz between her thighs, even as her face reddened.
Zeenat had dressed for the job interview in a chiffon sari that clung to every perfect curve on her shapely body. The sleeveless designer blouse could not hide the enormous size or the youthful perkiness of her full breasts. She did not consciously want to exploit her sexiness to secure employment, but she was subconsciously aware that it helped her chances.
The job market in Mumbai for a girl with a bachelor's degree in psychology was not particularly promising. But Zeenat had decided to not seek a higher qualification or a more professional degree, because she had long nursed the dream of entering the cutthroat world of modelling. She knew she had the height and the looks to be a successful model. She had even been to a few auditions, which had all begun very positively with lavishly appreciative comments about her beauty and figure. However, she had got cold feet when the casting agents started insisting on seeing her in increasingly revealing dresses. The agents and their helpers had kept finding reasons to touch and feel her, and their obvious excitement had made her feel uncomfortably aroused herself. After each of these auditions, she had decided to not return to those agents and instead to look for more 'professional' ones. She was convinced that if she could become a successful model, she would eventually be noticed by some big shot Bollywood producer or director, who would launch her opposite one of the hunky heroes she fantasized about at nights.
Knowing how challenging it can be to break into the modelling world, Zeenat had intended to focus full time on finding the right agent after completing her graduation. The thought of taking up a non-modelling job had never entered her mind. But her father, with his traditional Muslim upbringing, had never been comfortable with the idea of his lovely daughter posing in front of the camera in skimpy clothing for strange men to have dirty fantasies about. There had been numerous arguments about this at home, which always ended with Zeenat stomping off to her room in anger. It was after an exceptionally unpleasant fight at home that Zeenat decided to move out of her father's house and live on her own while pursuing her modeling ambition.
Zeenat was astonished to discover how expensive it was to even rent a room in a working womens hostel in Mumbai. Her father flatly refused to support her financially if she continued in the 'immoral' line of modeling. She had borrowed some money from friends but she realised that it was barely enough to support her for a month or two. That is what had led her to send her CV to dozens of companies in the hope that someone may want to hire fresh psychology graduates.
The initial response had been dismal. With the economy on slowdown, she did not even get interview calls from any of the companies. Having burnt her bridges with her father, she became desperate for a job. She even asked all her classmates if they were aware of any openings for someone like her. When one of the boys from her college, called Rohit, called her to say that there might be something suitable for her, she felt a twinge of hope, even though Rohit had been one of the boys she had hated in college. He had been a complete pervert, openly staring at her breasts and finding all kinds of reasons to brush against her sexy body. Rohit had had an equally horny bunch of friends in college, and used to hang around with a really rough crowd of men from outside the college also. Zeenat remembered that Rohit and his friends would often stand at the college gates and pass lewd comments about Zeenat's sexiness as she entered or exited. Nonetheless, she was in no position to refuse help from any one, and so eagerly asked Rohit where the job was.
Rohit told her that he was aware of a company called 'Second Chance' that collaborated with prison authorities towards rehabilitation of convicts after they completed their sentences. The company sometimes hired psychology graduates to help monitor the psychological rehabilitation of the ex-convicts. He gave her the address of the company and advised her to send in an application, including her photograph. She was excited to soon receive an emailed response, acknowledging her application. The company's email asked her to send a few more biographical details about herself and, strangely, a few more photos including full-length ones. Zeenat took just minutes to send in nearly a dozen of her photos, including some she had taken for her modelling portfolio. She got a response from Second Chance the very next day, asking her to come for an interview the following week. That is how she found herself in the firm's office, located in the industrial part of Mumbai, sitting in front of the leering Mr. Gupta, the personnel manager of the company.
It was not much of an interview. The only questions asked by Mr. Gupta were basic in nature, he being more interested in staring at Zeenat's face and figure, particularly her bulging boobs. Soon he told her that the job was hers if she chose to accept it.
Zeenat explained that she was still unclear about the nature of her job. Mr. Gupta confirmed what Rohit had already told her - that Second Chance was working with prison authorities to help in rehabilitating ex-convicts. However, he provided more detail by explaining that the company specialised in rehabilitating male ex-convicts who had been jailed for 'sexual' crimes like rape or molestation or even 'eve teasing'. The company wanted to help in the social rehabilitation of such high-testosterone convicts by offering them stable employment after their release and by helping them acquire a healthier appreciation of female sexuality. Mr. Gupta further explained that Second Chance had entered into contracts with several factories in the area for placing these mostly semi-educated ex-convicts into shop-floor employment. However, Second Chance remained responsible for monitoring the social and psychological 'rehabilitation' of these ex-convicts. Zeenat's job would be to help the company understand whether the men still looked upon women as sexual objects to be abused and violated, or whether they had acquired a healthier appreciation of female sexuality. Mr. Gupta said that the job was 'unusual' in nature, and that is why they needed someone who had studied psychology, so that she could better understand and implement the 'special' techniques developed by the companies to evaluate the 'psychological progress' being made by the men.
In order to evaluate the men's progress, explained Mr. Gupta, Zeenat would be required to visit, every day, two or three of the factories where the ex- convicts rehabilitated by Second Chance were working. She would need to conduct interviews with the men according to standardised questionnaires developed by the company. She would also be required to carefully note all aspects of the men's behaviour, and give detailed reports about this to Mr. Gupta at the end of each working day. Once a week, she would participate in a 'exposure workshop' that the company conducted for the ex-convicts as well as others, aimed at educating young men about healthy female sexuality.
Zeenat was surprised by this job description and felt a little apprehensive at the thought of working with sex-convicts, but she was also happy that she was being asked to do something based on her educational background. "At least, I am not being hired just for my looks", she told herself, despite the lecherous Mr. Gupta's obvious appreciation of her womanly charms.
Her excitement increased even further as Mr. Gupta mentioned the salary that she would draw, a figure far beyond her expectations. With this amount, she realised, she would easily be able to rent a barsati in Mumbai and chase her modelling dreams. Mr. Gupta also informed her that before actually beginning work, she would be sent to the company's 'corporate headquarters', which was based in Dubai, for a two-week training workshop. Zeenat was absolutely delighted to hear this. She had never been abroad before, and wondered with girlish excitement about how much shopping she would be able to afford in Dubai...
Mr. Gupta broke into her thoughts to start a long spiel about how particular the company was about its internal rules and regulations, and how it expected all employees to strictly conform to them. Zeenat realised that this sort of lecture was probably standard for all recruitments, and pretended to patiently listen to Mr. Gupta, nodding obediently at intervals while her mind was daydreaming about her upcoming Dubai trip and a future glamorous life in tinsel town.
"Well, if you're OK with all that, then please go through your employment contract quickly and sign it", said Mr. Gupta. Zeenat leaned over to take the thick sheaf of papers Mr. Gupta was holding out. In the process, her pallu dropped down and the generous V between her large young globes flashed before Mr. Gupta. Zeenat again saw his eyes dwell longingly on her deep cleavage, and blushed furiously as she quickly grabbed the contract from Mr. Gupta, pulling her pallu back in place. She remained flustered as she leafed through the 30 odd pages of the contract, which seemed to go into painstaking details about tax deductions on her salary, the penalties on violation of company employment policies, etc. Nervous under Mr. Gupta's eyes, especially after having flashed her cleavage to him, she was finding it difficult to absorb it all. She was also conscious that Mr. Gupta was tapping his pen impatiently on the table, as he waited for her to sign the contract. After flipping through the first few pages in near incomprehension, Zeenat took a deep breath and turned directly to the last page, and appended her signature next to Mr. Gupta's. She then handed the contract back to Mr. Gupta, this time holding her pallu in place with her other hand, and was rewarded with an almost friendly smile. "Good, Zeenat. You are now part of the Second Chance family", he said.
The very next day, Zeenat found herself on the flight to Dubai, to the corporate headquarters of the company. The next two weeks were a bit of a blur. There was very little training as such, just a few sessions on psychological evaluations and some case histories of successfully rehabilitated sex-convicts in other countries. Most of her time was spent being introduced to a lot of 'senior executives' of the company, until she lost track of who was who. Almost every evening, she had to attend a 'company party' where she met even more executives and rich-looking men who were introduced only as 'important clients'. Barring some secretarial staff, all the company executives and clients seemed to be middle-aged men, and it was clear to Zeenat that they all appreciated her stunning looks. She grew to like the attention and the parties. She told herself that she would, in any case, need to get used to a glamorous lifestyle once she achieved her life dream of becoming a model and actress.
After two dizzying weeks in Dubai, Zeenat headed back to Mumbai and found herself in front of the leering Mr. Gupta again. He asked her about her 'training' and seemed amused at the girlish excitement with which she described her experiences in Dubai. He congratulated her on having completed the training successfully, and asked her whether she was ready to begin work, explaining that she would be on a three month probation. If she quit during this period, or was dismissed, she would need to return not only the salary she would have drawn until then, but also any other expenditure incurred by the company on her. Zeenat vaguely recalled some such clause from the employment contract she had skimmed through, and nodded in agreement.
"Very well, Zeenat. As I explained, our rehabilitation groups are spread over several different companies, mostly working as factory hands Today, you will visit two of the factories, one in the morning and one in the afternoon. You will be happy to see the colleagues who will accompany you during these visits. Rohit, please come in!"
To Zeenat's surprise, her old classmate Rohit from the college entered the room with a big smile. Four other young men followed him. "Hello Zeenat, I am so happy you managed to secure the employment at Second Chance. I had forgotten to tell you that I had also applied at the same company, and I will be working with you. I hope you recognise some of our other college friends too."
It was on hearing these words that Zeenat realised that the four young men who had entered with Rohit were guys who used to be part of his obnoxious group in college. Two of them were former classmates of Zeenat though she had never spoken to either of them. The other two were from the rough uneducated types who used to hang around with Rohit and his friends, harassing all the attractive girls in the college.
Zeenat was quite upset at this, and wondered how Rohit and his nasty friends had managed to join the same company as she. Nonetheless, she did not want to start her new job on a negative note, so she mustered up a false smile and said, "It is nice to see you all again. I hope we will enjoy working together". Rohit and the other boys replied that they certainly would, though Zeenat was puzzled by the sniggers that passed through the room at this response, including from Mr. Gupta.
Mr. Gupta said, "Zeenat, Rohit and the other boys will drive you to the factory floors in the company's pick-up. They will stay with you during your interactions with the men and make an independent assessment of their behaviour. However, the main part of the evaluation will be focused on your own interaction with the ex-convicts. Rohit and the others will only be passive observers. They can not interfere in any aspect of the interaction." He also handed over some sheets of paper to Zeenat, explaining that these were the 'questionnaires' she would need to administer to the ex-convicts.
Zeenat nodded, not quite understanding, but keen to be out of Mr. Gupta's office. She accompanied Rohit and the four other young men to a company car parked outside. Zeenat was made to sit in the back seat in between two of the boys, who had difficulty turning their faces away from her. She remembered how these boys had always lusted after her, and realised that things were no different now.
Their first destination was a large factory floor with a dozen large machines, each with 2 or 3 large, rough-looking men working on it. The men seemed to vary from the late-twenties to the mid-forties in age.
At first the workers didn't notice Zeenat and her colleagues, but as she was led further inside, her presence began to be noticed. The reaction started with a few low whistles but soon degenerated into a chorus of catcalls. Zeenat was stunned. Though she was used to such harassment on the streets, she had expected to be treated with some respect at her workplace. She looked expectantly at Rohit and the others, waiting for them to chastise the factory workers for their behaviour. Instead, Rohit gave her an oily smile and said, "as you know Zeenat, these are all men with a history of uncontrollable sexual urges. It will be a challenge for them to behave well in front of an extremely sexy girl like you. Hopefully, we will see some improvement over time. But meanwhile, please observe their behaviour closely. I and the other boys will also take close note of how they behave towards you, without interfering in any way, as per our orders".
Zeenat wondered whether she should object to Rohit, who was now her colleague, calling her a "sexy girl" to her face, but before she could decide, Rohit was addressing the workers, telling them about Zeenat's duties. He explained to them that Zeenat would conduct interviews with them and that they should cooperate with her. To her consternation, he went on to tell them them that she mainly wanted to understand their sexual urges and fanstasies. So they should not be shy and should open up with her about what they fantasised about doing to the women they found desirable. . This drew chuckles from most of the men, and made Zeenat blush. One of the men called out obscenely in Hindi that Zeenat was probably already 'an expert on men's fantasies', leading to hoots and laughs from the rest of the men.
Zeenat had a knot in her stomach as she looked at Rohit, hoping he would say something to control the men, but he simply pointed to the questionnaire in her hand, and told her to proceed with the interviews.
Until now, Zeenat had not bothered to read through the questionnaires, presuming that they would be standard psychological evaluations. However, when she started administering the interview to the group of men, she soon found her voice trembling in panic. The questions were very embarrassing! She had to ask things like which part of a woman's body the men found 'most sexy'; whether they fantasized about forcing themselves on girls; what kind of sexual fantasies they imagined women had; whether they were convinced that women secretly enjoyed being violated non-consensually by virile men, etc. To ask such questions to men who were very clearly undressing her with their eyes made her almost choke with embarrassment. The men clearly enjoyed her discomfort. All of them hit upon her verbally. Many of them teased her by going into gratuitous sexual details in their responses, making her flush as their colleagues hooted and laughed at her reaction. The descriptions got more and more explicit as the interviews proceeded, and soon the men were finding opportunities to grope and pinch her while describing their dirtiest fantasies. She squealed in protest the first time that happened, but strangely Rohit and the other colleagues from Second Chance did not back her protests. As the groping and pinching became more and more frequent, Zeenat was aware that her panties were getting wet in response. He heart was beating audibly and her face was flushed, as she stammered through the questions and responses, trying her best to ignore the hands wandering against her shapely bottom or brushing against her boobs. Her primary concern now was that the hormone charged men should not see or smell the wetness between her legs.
The proceeding in the next factory was no better. Once more, Rohit and the other boys from her college watched impassively while Zeenat was subjected to verbal abuse and physical groping, as she questioned another bunch of about twenty horny men on embarrassingly sexual issues.
At the end of the day, Rohit and other boys drove the sobbing Zeenat back to the Second Chance office. She was escorted back in Mr. Gupta's presence.
Immediately she burst out about the obnoxious way the men she was supposed to interview had behaved. She also squealed about the 'obscene' nature of the questionnaire. Surprisingly, Mr. Gupta did not seem to see any merit in her protests. He offensively pointed out that the main objective of Zeenat's employment was to evaluate the progress in the ex-convicts' psychological development, and their behaviour with 'girls like her' was precisely the best way of evaluating this. As for the questionnaire, he assured her that it was designed by 'experts' and should be administered faithfully. He went on to ask her about the answers the men had given to the most embarrassing questions, which made her relive the humiliation of repeating the offensive responses she had heard. Whenever she tried to omit some of the most objectionable language used by the men, Rohit and the other boys intervened, smugly correcting her by reminding her about what the men had actually said. Mr. Gupta seemed to enjoy her discomfort, because he kept asking her about the specific questions during which she had had to endure the most groping from the men, and exactly how the groping had proceeded. Once again, Zeenat's attempts to gloss over some of the most humiliating groping were negated by Rohit and the boys, who seemed to have taken careful note of the number of hands that had squeezed Zeenat's ass or boobs and described this in great detail to the senior executive. She could see Mr. Gupta's eyes roaming over her luscious body, as Rohit and the guys spoke about the groping and pinching she was subjected to. Mr. Gupta finally declared that Zeenat had performed very well on her first day, and should continue visiting other factories where the Second Chance blue-collar men were working.
The next three days followed the same pattern. Zeenat spent the entire day among groups of horny industrial workers, talking to them about subjects that she would have hesitated to mention even to her ex-boyfriend. Every day, the men's responses seemed to become more and more explicit and they lost no opportunity to rub themselves against her supermodel body. Zeenat also found her body betraying herself ever more strongly. By Thursday, her panties were soaked even before she started the first interview. She realised that she couldn't continue the same routine for another week!
On Thursday evening, Zeenat again complained angrily to Mr. Gupta about the nature of the questionnaire, pointing out that the questions almost encouraged the horny men to take liberties with her. Once more, Mr. Gupta was more interested in the kinds of 'liberties' that had been taken with her body, and was readily supplied this information by Rohit and the boys. Mr. Gupta told her to not worry about the earlier questions, because she was in any case supposed to move on to the 'next questionnaire' from the following week. He handed over the new series of questions to Zeenat. This time, she was careful to go over them. Her eyes widened in dismay even as she saw the first question - "Do you find me sexy?" And it got progressively worse from there! "Which part of my body do you find most desirable?", "Do you like to imagine me naked?", "Do you think I am turned on when you and your friends grope my body?", etc.
"These questions are much WORSE than the earlier ones!", squealed Zeenat! "Why should I ask them about ME???"
Mr. Gupta seemed cross. "Zeenat, these questionnaires have been developed by senior psychologists with far more experience than you! By personalising the questions, you make the men think of their responses as applying to a real person, as opposed to a fantasy woman. If you can't understand that, I wonder if you actually passed your degree!!"
Zeenat felt chastised. At a psychological level, she felt that Mr. Gupta probably had a point. But as she read through the remaining questions, her heart started beating with fear. One of the later questions would have her asking the men to imagine her getting gangraped by a large group of men, and tell her how they thought she would feel while being violated that way!!
Mr. Gupta saw the lovely girl begin to tremble as she went through the questions. "Well, at least you won't have to do any interviews tomorrow,, Zeenat", he said. She looked up hopefully at this. "What do you mean?", she asked suppressing a sob. "Don't you remember the workshop you have to participate in on every Friday?", said Mr. Gupta. "Workshop?", she asked, now completely lost. "Yes," he said, "didn't you read your employment contract?" Zeenat now found herself wishing that she had actually bothered to read through the whole thing. "So what is this workshop?", she asked doubtfully. "It was all quite clear in your contract!", Mr. Gupta snapped exasperatedly. "As part of our corporate mission, Second Chance is committed to cultivating understanding and acceptance of healthy female sexuality among men, because we believe that males often assault women because they feel threatened by female sexuality. If they better understood women's sexual desires, they would not only become more considerate lovers but would also be less likely to indulge in sexual assault".
He continued, "our company works closely with the police and prison authorities, and we have engaged one of the leading sexual psychologists from the police to administer this workshop every week. The workshop is open not only to the ex-convicts in the Second Chance programme, but also any friends they want to bring along. Male college students from the area, including from your own university, are also entitled to attend the workshop. In your contract, you have agreed to devote every Friday to participating in this workshop, as the main teaching cum demonstration model."
Mr. Gupta seemed so irritated about Zeenat not being aware of her contract conditions that Zeenat decided to not ask for more clarifications. In any case, she told herself, a workshop sounded less traumatic than asking deeply intimate questions to rough horny men on shop floors while being groped by them. She asked Mr. Gupta where she would need to go for the workshop, and he told her that the workshop was conducted in the office premises of Second Chance itself, in a large hall they had in their basement.
The next day, Zeenat reported to Mr. Gupta's office, and found him looking visibly excited. She asked him whether Rohit and the other boys would escort her to the workshop, but Mr. Gupta told her that he would take her himself. The middle-aged men led the gorgeous girl to the basement of the building, for what would turn out to be the most humiliating day in her young life so far.
When she entered the basement, Zeenat was surprised to see how full it was. There were about 60 large rough men in jeans and t-shirts present in the room, among whom she recognised many whom she had interviewed over the past few days, in various factory floors. She was astonished to see that in addition to this, Rohit was also present, along with a large bunch of his old friends, the same boys who had traumatised her during her college days, as well as various other boys from the college, including some who were junior to her and probably still in college. She knew many of them by name, and she was sure that all of them knew her well, since she had been considered such a 'wet dream' by the entire male student body. There were another 6 men messing about with lights and audio-visual equipment, including two who were carrying large video cameras on their shoulders. She noticed a medical examination table was positioned in the middle of the basement, with a middle aged man in a lab coat standing next to it. She also noticed two large LED screens positioned on either side of the examination table.
"What is all this?!", she asked Mr. Gupta in bewilderment. Instead of replying, he led her to the older man in the lab coat. "Zeenat, this is Superintendent Awasthi from the police psychological department", said Mr. Gupta. "He is an expert on female sexuality, and will be in charge of the workshop. Please obey all his instructions without fail".
Prof. Awasthi was a cheerful looking large man. He smiled as his eyes looked over Zeenat from head to toe. "Hello, Zeenat. What a lovely young lady you are! I am glad that your company has nominated you to be part of this important workshop."
Zeenat was completely taken aback at this turn of events. "But what do I have to do?", she asked in a worried voice, while her eyes scanned the huge crowd of men in the room, all of them staring at her beauty appreciatively. "Well, your company has nominated you to be available for this workshop every Friday, Zeenat. Today is the first instance of the workshop, but it will be a weekly affair from now on. We will try to encourage men whom we know to be susceptible to sexual assault to take part in the workshop, not only the participants in the Second Chance programme, but also sex-convicts still serving time in prisons. In addition, all male students enrolled in any university in the area, or recent male college graduates, are invited to be part of the workshop, and your ex-classmate Rohit has kindly agreed to promote this workshop among young men in various colleges and other youth groups. We feel it is important for young boys to understand and appreciate female sexuality as early as possible. We will be using you to demonstrate to these students and ex-convicts what are the physical and psychological pleasure points for a young woman in the prime of her sexuality. With you acting as our volunteer, I am sure we will soon see greater participation in the workshop", he said with an appreciative glance at her body.
"WHAT!!", exploded Zeenat. "Are you crazy??!! I am not going to participate in any such thing!!" She turned to Mr. Gupta and shouted, "What is this man talking about??"
Mr. Gupta coughed and said, "Zeenat, please don't make a scene. I have already told you that our company has a policy of promoting such education, as part of our corporate mission. You have agreed to be a part of this academic exercise when you signed the employment contract."
Clutching at straws, Zeenat drew some comfort at the word 'academic', and turned to Superintendent Awasthi. "Exactly what do you want me to do?", she asked with trepidation.
"Well, why don't we start with your self-introduction, for the benefit of the workshop participants? Please tell us your name, age, and other biographical background". As Zeenat started recounting her short CV, she noticed that the camera crew had started filming. Also, one of the two screens had come to life, and the sight of Zeenat speaking was being projected on it. One of the two cameramen came directly in front of her, and panned the camera from her face to her feet and back, pausing with the camera pointed straight at her bust. Superintendent Awasthi saw Zeenat shift uncomfortably at the camera's attention, and said, "we record every workshop, so that it remains available for future students too. We also provide a copy of the recording to your employer for their record". Zeenat could swear that Mr. Gupta smirked at these words. Conscious of the cameramen's attention to her large breasts, Zeenat instinctively crossed her hands over them.
After finishing his biographical questions to Zeenat, Prof. Awasthi turned to the boys and men in the room. "OK, now you know who Zeenat is. She is clearly a healthy and beautiful young woman in the prime of her youth and sexuality." This caused some nervous giggles among the students and hooting among the ex- convicts. But Awasthi did not seem to mind.
"Zeenat, now I will ask you some questions about your sexual life and likings, for the benefit of our workshop participants. Please tell us whether you have had penetrative sex so far, and if so with how many men?"
"What???", Zeenat screamed over the loud guffaws of the crowd. "How dare you ask me something like this?!"
Once again, Mr. Gupta stepped in with a sharp rebuke. "Young lady, please answer the Superintendent's questions immediately! This workshop is meant to be for educational purposes, and you are wasting everyone's time!"
Zeenat didn't know what to do. She couldn't imagine speaking about her sex life in front of such a huge crowd of boys and men, including her own bosses and many boys whom she knew from collage. But Gupta and Awasthi seemed to act as if this was a perfectly normal thing to ask of her.
Finally, she mumbled out an almost inaudible response to Awasthi - that she had had a boyfriend in college and had made out with him a few times but allowed him to penetrate her only once. She kept her voice down in the hope that the huge male crowd should not hear her words. Both cameramen drew in close, recording Zeenat's embarrassed face as she spoke about her most intimate secrets to a man she had just met minutes ago.
If she thought that was the end of it, she was mistaken. Awasthi had several follow up questions which made her blush even more. Had her boyfriend sucked her nipples? Had he licked her between her legs? Had he fingered her vagina? Had she sucked his penis? Did he ejaculate in her mouth? Did she enjoy the taste of his semen? How long had his penis been? How thick had it been? Had she enjoyed having her vagina penetrated with it? What was the position in which he had penetrated her? Had he been hard or gentle during the intercourse? How long had he lasted before he ejaculated in her vagina? Had he been able to make her orgasm during the one time he penetrated her?
Each offensively personal question came as a new shock to Zeenat. She couldn't help see the appreciative smiles on the faces of the cameramen. With her heart thumping, Zeenat stammered out whispered monosyllabic responses, trying to avoid the details if possible. She claimed defensively that she had not enjoyed being fucked by her boyfriend, but had done it only to please him. Although Zeenat tried her best to keep her answers inaudible to the rest of the room, when she held out her index-finger and thumb about three inches apart in response to the question about her boyfriend's penis size, there were loud hoots all around, which suggested that many guys had caught on to what she was saying. Her mind involuntarily went back to the disappointment she had felt on first seeing her boyfriend's tiny size, and her frustration when he ejaculated within a couple of minutes of starting to pump his little cock in her pussy. She had found excuses to break off the relationship soon thereafter.
Zeenat was relieved when Awasthi finally finished the embarrassing questions and turned towards the crowd of men. His next words, however, robbed her of any comfort. "I am sure most of you could not hear Zeenat's responses. She was speaking very softly, probably because she feels shy. That is quite normal, since there are so many men present in the room and she knows that these horny ex-convicts would enjoy hearing about her sexual experiences". This again generated loud catcalls from the 'under rehabilitation' workers, and even a few chuckles from the students, and Zeenat wished she could disappear off the face of the earth. Then, to her horror, Awasthi continued, "In any case, let me recap her responses for those of you who could not hear them clearly". He then proceeded to tell the audience, in a loud voice audible all over the room, that Zeenat had had only one boyfriend, who had fingered and licked her vagina several times. She had given him blowjobs but he had been able to fuck her only once in her vagina. "As you probably understood from her gesture, her boyfriend seems to have had a very small and thin penis, and Zeenat probably did not find the intercourse very satisfying or 'fulfilling', if you will excuse the pun!". This set off such a loud round of hoots and laughs all around the room that Awasthi's subsequent words were almost drowned out. Zeenat felt like hiding her face in shame.
However, her humiliation had just begun. After the laughter and obscene comments subsided, Awasthi turned to Zeenat again. "OK, Zeenat. Now the workshop participants know about your somewhat limited sexual history, but they need to get to know your body. Please step up closer to the cameras and remove your sari". This was greeted with a new round of whistling and catcalling from the ex-convicts.
Zeenat exploded again. "You people are sick! You want me to show my underwear to so many men?? You must be dreaming!!" Awasthi adopted a conciliatory tone, "Zeenat, please be brave. The sooner you start this, the sooner it will end. Unfortunately for you, this is a vital part of the workshop. I need to describe the shape of your body to the participants, and I can not do it unless your sari comes off."
Once again, Zeenat stood frozen in dilemma. She thought of quitting the job and leaving, but realised that there was no way she could find another, and would probably have to go crawling back to her father. She tried to reason with herself that if she became a model, she may need to pose often in swimwear and lingerie, and her photos would be seen by many more men than the ones present in the basement today.
Finally, she stepped forward, keeping her eyes on the ground, as both cameras took their position. The anticipatory hoots and catcalls shook her confidence, but suppressing a sob, she put a trembling hand on her pallu and lowered it from her bust, displaying a perfectly flat stomach and a sexy navel. The hoots got louder, and continued gaining intensity as she slowly unwound the low-tied sari from around her waist. Finally, the chiffon sari lay in a wispy heap at Zeenat's feet. She looked absolutely gorgeous, left in a sleeveless blouse that flattered her enormous breasts, and a pair of sexy panties that did a poor job of hiding the bulge of her soft pubic mound. When Zeenat looked up for a moment and saw the goggling eyes of Rohit and the students, her hands immediately flew in shame to cover her blouse and panties.
Awasthi raised his voice above the cat-calling to say, "as you can all see, Zeenat has the perfect hourglass figure that is considered the epitome of feminine sex-appeal. Her breasts are very large, and her shapely hips flare out from her narrow waist. In a woman, these features indicate excellent child-bearing capacity, and thus attract male partners to her. They also indicate a high amount of female sex-hormones, and girls with this alluring shape normally enjoy heterosexual sex a lot, especially sex with dominant men who have a high chance of getting them pregnant."
Zeenat turned red at these words, all the way from her cheeks to her silky smooth thighs. She was conscious of the sexual tension all around her, as nearly a hundred men ogled the skimpily clad beauty, imagining her enjoying sex with dominant men.
For a while, Awasthi let the sexy young babe squirm in her blouse and panties. Soon, the horny ex-convicts and their rough friends starting calling for her to be stripped further, and the students chuckled in nervous agreement. As if in response, Awasthi said, "we will now ask Zeenat to remove her blouse and bra, so that all you boys and men can take a closer look at her large breasts".
"Nooo!!", screamed Zeenat. "Please! You have to stop this!!"
Awasthi tried to soothe her; but if anything, his words increased her embarrassment even more. "Zeenat, it is perfectly understandable that you feel shy about exposing your breasts. Any beautiful girl like you would find it difficult to have so many men looking at her nipples. Especially these rough ex-convicts, who are clearly highly sexed men. You can probably imagine how much they are going to enjoy your toplessness, and that must make it even more embarrassing for you. We all know how difficult this must be for you. Believe me, we truly appreciate what you are doing for this workshop". She heard chuckles from all over the room.
Zeenat was audibly sobbing now. Both her palms were held protectively over the twin domes covered by her designer blouse, which made her impending topless state seem even more alluring to all the watching men. "Please! Please! Haven't you seen enough?! I have already been humiliated so much!", she gasped through sobs.
"Come on, Zeenat. I am sure the workshop participants are going to gain a lot from the session. Please remove your blouse and bra now", said Awasthi, as if this was a perfectly normal thing to ask.
Zeenat still stood frozen, unable to actually undo her blouse. Mr. Gupta stepped in, now speaking with a hard edge in his voice, with his eyes fixed on her bust, "Zeenat, you are going to show your breasts to the room immediately now! I don't care whether you feel shy! You have no choice in the matter! Stop crying and start stripping. This is what you signed up for!"
Zeenat felt anger fill her gorgeous body. "I don't care what I signed", she shouted furiously at Mr. Gupta. "You can't make me do something like this! I will quit from this company!!". Mr. Gupta looked very strict. "Zeenat, don't be childish. You know you can't afford to quit", he said. "What do you mean, can't afford?", shouted Zeenat challengingly? "Well, if you quit, you will have to immediately reimburse the cost of your training in Dubai. Otherwise the company will be forced to get you arrested for breach of contract".
Zeenat's heart sank at these words. "How much will I have to pay for that silly training?", she asked in a much weaker voice. "Well, counting the air- fares, the accommodation, the training materials and the networking parties you were allowed to attend, you would need to reimburse about 10 lakh rupees", Mr. Gupta said with smug satisfaction. "What???", squealed the lovely young girl. "How can I possibly repay that much money?? You haven't even paid me a single salary yet!!"
"Then stop being difficult and follow the company rules", argued Mr. Gupta in a patient voice. "You will get your first salary at the end of one month, but provided you have fully discharged all duties you signed up for, including the workshop duty every Friday".
Now Zeenat was at a complete loss. She was too young and inexperienced to know what her legal options were, but it seemed ominously likely to her that she could be jailed for not following the commitments she had signed in the contract. Desperate, she tried to make another attempt to extricate herself from the situation she had got herself in. Addressing Mr. Gupta, she said, "I don't believe you can force me to show my breasts to so many men. I want to speak to the head office people in Dubai". She recalled how nice everyone had been to her in Dubai, and even how many of the executives and clients seemed infatuated with her. She tried assuring herself that if she could appeal to them, they would see the absurdity of what Gupta and Awasthi were asking of her.
"Of course", Mr. Gupta said, to her surprise. "In fact, the corporate office representatives had themselves promised to attend today's introductory workshop by video-conference. I am sure that they will also want to see you fulfil your employment conditions properly". With these words, Mr. Gupta walked to the second video-screen and flipped a switch. The screen flickered on to show a large group of men sitting around a large conference table. Zeenat immediately recognised many of the executives she had met in Dubai, as well as several of the 'clients' she had been introduced to. From the furniture on the screen, she realised that the group was assembled in the large conference room in the Dubai headquarters, which had a seating capacity of over 60. The room seemed full, and many men were even standing. The quality of the video was surprisingly clear, and the group of men had their eyes glued to a screen at their own end, which was showing what was happening in the basement in Mumbai. They could see the lovely young Zeenat, desperately holding her hands in front of her skimpy blouse and panties, in the classic pose of shame.
"Hello, Mr. Gupta", said one of the senior Dubai executives on the screen. "Is our new recruit performing well in her first workshop?". Even over the video- link, the sexual anticipation in the executive's voice was palpable, and many of the other men on the screen smiled lasciviously at the question. WIth a sinking feeling, Zeenat realised that it was hopeless to expect any help from the corporate office.
Mr. Gupta replied to the video screen, "Sir, Zeenat is having some shyness issues, since this is her first time getting naked in front of so many men. In due course, I am sure she will learn to enjoy these workshops. I am thankful to the corporate office for taking the time out to be present through video- link. I am sure all your presence will encourage her to obey the orders of Police Superintendent Awasthi here. I am particularly happy to notice that some of our most important clients are also present in the Dubai office. If any of you Gentlemen plan to visit Mumbai in future, it will be wonderful if you could attend one of Zeenat's workshops in person".
Once again, Zeenat realised that she was helpless. Clearly, not only Mr. Gupta and the ex-convicts, but everyone in her new company's management was looking forward to enjoying the sight of her young and full breasts.
In a last-ditch effort, she turned to Awasthi and begged, "Sir, you are a policeman. How can this company force me to expose my body in front of so many men. Nobody except my former boyfriend has seen me naked so far. Please, please help me! As it is, this horrible company makes me conduct humiliating interviews with these very same sex-convicts every day. How will I be able to continue interacting daily with these rough horny men after they have all seen my breasts? And this group of 'students' are the same boys who lost no chance to grope me during my entire time in college! How can I now show my breasts to them??!"
Once again Awasthi's ostensibly comforting words only made things worse, "Zeenat, I understand how difficult it must be for your to anticipate how much all these men and boys are going to enjoy your toplessness. Most of them have probably already been imagining you topless from the moment they saw you, and now they will have a chance to live out their dirty fantasies. However, unfortunately there is no way to conduct a workshop on female sexuality without first exposing your body to the participants. Please be brave".
As Zeenat still hesitated, Mr. Gupta stepped in, in a more rough tone, "Zeenat, please stop wasting everyone's time. The whole workshop is waiting to see your naked breasts. We have important executives and clients in Dubai also waiting for the rest of the workshop. You don't have a choice in the matter. No matter how shy you feel, you have to remove your blouse and bra and let everyone see your breasts! Right now!"
The gorgeous young girl was now beaten. She looked up to see raw lust in the hundreds of male eyes looking at her, including from the Dubai screen. Everybody's vision was locked on her hands, which defensively covered her sexy blouse. The cameras were also pointing at them. Slowly she lowered her trembling hands and undid the knot at the bottom of her blouse. Her fingers were shaking so much that it took her nearly half a minute to undo the knot. Looking like a martyr, she peeled off the thin fabric from her mounds, exposing a lacy bra that covered only half of each globe. There were low whistles all around. One of the audio-visual technicians stepped forward and held his hand out for her blouse, smirking. She handed over the thin garment reluctantly.
"Now for the bra", said Awasthi, somewhat hoarsely. After another moment of hopeful hesitation that he wasn't serious, Zeenat reached back behind her, making her boobs stand out even more invitingly. She undid the hooks of her bra ever so slowly, wanting to cling on to the lacy undergarment as long as possible. Eventually the bra fell loose, and her freed breasts bounced outwards. Zeenat immediately put one hand in front of her boobs, as she slowly pulled away her bra completely from herself, and held them out to another technician who was waiting for them with a leering smile.
Zeenat's shapely palms could not hide even half of her enormous globes, but at least she kept her nipples out of sight for a moment longer. For a few moments, Awasthi let the cameras shoot the young beauty's desperate attempts to preserve her modesty, before telling her, "Zeenat, please lower your hands to your side so everybody can see your breasts properly".
After another moment of two of desperate defiance, Zeenat finally took a deep breath and let her trembling hands fall to her waist. A silence fell over the room, as every eye drank in the perfection of her breasts. Zeenat looked up momentarily to see Mr. Gupta staring and licking his lips. She immediately looked down.
After another few moments of respectful silence, where only the whirr of the shooting cameras could be heard, Awasthi finally articulated what was on every mind, "I must say that even after specialising in female sexuality for so long, I have never seen such a perfect pair of breasts. Boys and men, you would notice that despite being very large, there is no sag in Zeenat's breasts, and they stand out proudly from her body. Her nipples are perfectly formed and a beautiful shade of pinkish brown. The skin of her breasts is smooth and absolutely without blemish. I don't think any man could look at them without wanting to squeeze and suck them."
These words released the tension in the air, and a loud round of applause broke out all around. Even the men in Dubai were grinning and applauding. Zeenat felt the urge to immediately cover up her breasts again, but knew that it would be futile. She just burned in shame as the lustful cheering went on for several moments.
Awasthi now came closer to her, walking with some difficulty because of his obvious erection. Standing behind her, he put either hand on her shoulders, and made her step closer to the cameras. "Zeenat, let the audience take a better look at your large breasts". Zeenat needed to be almost pushed, as she resisted getting any closer to cameramen who directed their lenses directly at her bust.
Still holding her by the shoulders, Awasthi next turned her towards the ex- convicts and their friends, leading to an immediate volley of obscene comments and wolf-whistles. One of the cameramen panned from her breasts and mortified face to the crowd of obscenely hooting men. Zeenat saw that almost all the workers had their phone cameras out in video mode too, and were shooting the scene. Awasthi continued, "As you expected Zeenat, these horny men are really excited to see you topless. They will definitely enjoy what's coming next even more". The gorgeous young girl trembled afresh in fear.
Turning Zeenat to face the cameras again, Awasthi said, "Boys and men, a woman's breasts, especially her nipples, are among the most sexually sensitive parts of her body. All women find it exciting to have them stimulated by men. Some women prefer a more gentle touch, while others like men to enjoy their breasts more aggressively. And it is not only a question of physical stimulation, rather there is also a psychological angle. Girls with large beautiful breasts, like Zeenat, know well how exciting men find it to see them naked, and to fondle and suck them. So having her breasts exposed like this to all of you must be arousing for Zeenat. Her subconscious will be imagining everything that you guys are wanting to do to her in her helpless, topless state."
Zeenat's cheeks flushed, partly in shame as she recognised the truth in Awasthi's words. Despite her embarrassment, her pussy was oozing freely every time she saw the raw lust in the eyes around her, and her eyes were increasingly drawn to the growing bulges in the men's jeans. Her shameful self-realisation was cut short by Awasthi's next words, "Let us see if we can increase Zeenat's helplessness even more, and check how this affects her. I will now proceed to stimulate her breasts sexually, squeezing and pinching them all over. Please observe the reaction on her face as her breasts are fondled in front of so many men."
Zeenat's courage gave away again at these words, and her hands flew back to cover her young boobs. But Awasthi reached over from behind her and firmly forced them down to her side again. He slid his palms back up her shapely arms back to her shoulders, and then moved them forward to the high swell of her mounds. Zeenat could hear the factory workers calling out encouraging words to him, exhorting him to squeeze her, and to feel her nipples. The Superintendent didn't need much encouragement, and his palms slid downwards, slowly cupping more and more of the enormous mounds within them. Zeenat felt an electric bolt go through her body when Awasthi's fingers first made contact with her sensitive nipples. There were many chuckles all around as the ravishing beauty gasped audibly.
At first, Awasthi's hands were gentle, repeatedly stroking Zeenat's large breasts all over, including passing lightly over her areolas and nipples. However, after a few moments he increased the pressure and the stroking turned into squeezing. Soon he was kneading the young boobs hard, and his breath became audibly loud and laboured. Next, he moved more specifically to concentrate on her nipples, rubbing and pinching them. A low moan escaped from Zeenat's open mouth as her nipples became long and erect under this abuse. Once again, there were chuckles all around, including from the cameramen, who zoomed in close.
Awasthi increased the pressure on her mounds and nipples even more, forcing her body back towards himself as he squeezed more savagely now. Zeenat gasped even louder as she felt his hard manhood pushing against her lower back from under his medical coat. Clearly, this was no more merely an academic exercise for the Superintendent. Zeenat moaned again as she realised that her pussy was reacting to the situation with an uncontrollable gush of wetness. She found herself pressing her thighs against each other as her throbbing clitoris demanded her attention.
After what seemed an eternity, Awasthi finished his 'educational stimulation' of Zeenat's perfect boobs. Slightly short of breath, he asked the male audience, "so, did you all observe how stimulated Zeenat was as I squeezed and fondled her breasts? I could feel her nipples get really hard with excitement when I pinched them. I hope you observed her face too, if you could bear to look away from her breasts!"
Mr. Gupta had watched Prof Awasthi's mauling of Zeenat's breasts with a lecherous smile on his face. To her dismay, he now spoke up, "Superintendent, many of these college students may never have had their horny hands on a girl's boobs. Is it enough for them to only watch Zeenat's breasts groped by you? Won't they understand her sexual response better if they had a chance to fondle her themselves?"
A loud gasp escaped Zeenat on hearing these horrifying words! It was bad enough for the elderly Awasthi to maul her perky large boobs for the viewing pleasure of so many men. Now she had to allow dozens of young men, many of them known to her, to get their eager hands all over them?? "Please, don't listen to this horrible man", she begged Awasthi. "How can I allow so many boys to touch my breasts?? That too in front of so many men??". Her voice rose to a panicked squeal.
Awasthi seemed to be considering her appeal in his head. He turned to the students to ask, "do you think you all have understood how a girl responds to stimulation of her breasts? Or do you need to do some stimulation yourself to fully appreciate it?"
Put like that, it was quite clear what the response would be. Most of the boys mumbled, in desire filled voices, that they would like a 'hands-on' experience. The rest of them just nodded, clearly too overwhelmed at the thought of getting their hands on Zeenat's gorgeous bust.
"Shut up, you perverts!", shouted Zeenat to the students. "What practical experience? I know you are just looking for an excuse to..."
Her outburst was interrupted by one of the Dubai executives from the screen, "Mr. Gupta, the purpose of this workshop is to let the boys and men understand female sexuality better. If observing Zeenat's reaction to having her breasts fondled is a vital part of that education, we should not let any other consideration come in the way. If her ex-classmates feel it would help them to have a direct feel of Zeenat's breasts, they should get a chance. I think we would all like to see that".
Mr. Gupta smiled unctuously and said, "Yes, sir. Just as you say, sir. Superintendent Awasthi, our company has no objection to all the boys groping Zeenat's breasts and observing her reaction". At these words, Zeenat again covered her boobs with a little shriek of horror.
Awasthi turned to Zeenat, "so that's decided then, young lady. Please hold your hands behind your head so that your breasts are fully available for being fondled and squeezed by the boys." This instruction was greeted with lusty whoops from the room, and many of the ex-convicts crowded closer with their phone cameras, eager to have a clearer record of the abuse Zeenat was going to be subjected to.
Zeenat's face burned with shame as she reluctantly uncovered her large mounds again. She slowly raised her hands behind her head and interlocked her fingers. This pose accentuated the size of her boobs, making them stand out proudly towards the boys, ready to be abused. The cameras again panned over the poor girl's body and her mortified expression. There were chuckles from the Dubai video screen. The group of students, led by Rohit, came towards Zeenat with anticipation in their eyes.
"Wait", said Awasthi. "Since so many boys are going to squeeze and massage your breasts, it will be good if they are lubricated with baby oil first. That will prevent your sensitive skin and nipples from getting bruised by the relentless friction". He walked over to the examination table and picked up a bottle of some lubricant. He beckoned the technicians who were handling the lights and sound equipment and told them, "before the boys start on Zeenat's breasts, cover them properly with this oil".
There was virtually a race among the technicians to take the bottle. The first man took a liberal handful and handed over the bottle to another, who proceeded to do the same. As the bottle went around the ten odd technicians, the first two approached her smiling.
Zeenat flinched and gasped as the technicians oily hands made contact with her boobs. Both men spread the oil all over her mounds, their fingers slipping over the nipples again and again. The cameras moved around her capturing the scene from all sides, lingering on her beautiful lips pursed in anger.
Soon two more of the technicians joined the first two, and all four contributed to oiling her large boobs. Nobody commented on why it should take four men to oil up one girl's breasts, even large ones like Zeenat's. Awasthi told the men, "oil her nipples properly because that is probably where the boys will focus a lot of their squeezing and pinching". Smiling, the technicians obeyed this instruction with obvious enthusiasm. The cameramen also smiled as another low moan escaped Zeenat's lovely lips.
After another minute of fondling, the four technicians moved away reluctantly. Zeenat's massive mounds now wore a slick sheen of oil, and her nipples stood out like erasers. The camera zoomed in and the sight of her shining boobs filled the video screen. On the other screen, the Dubai audience again broke out in applause.
Awasthi said, "now that Zeenat's breasts are easier to fondle, I will ask the students, many of whom used to be her classmates and have probably lusted after her large breasts for years, to proceed with their stimulation. Since there are so many students, we will allow them to grope Zeenat's breasts in groups of four or five. I will request each of you to avoid the temptation of hogging her boobs to yourselves, and allow your friends to also have a good feel. And also remember to keep a clear view for the cameras, so that they can film Zeenat's reactions to the fondling her breasts will endure. As you fondle her, start gently at first but squeeze harder once she starts responding audibly to your abuse"
The students were in heaven! Each had a look of wonderment in his eyes as their hands touched the most perfect pair of boobs they had ever seen. Their initially tentative fondling soon gave way to more urgent lust-fueled groping. Since Awasthi had already given them a green signal, the boys zeroed in on the nipples, pinching and rubbing them. They smiled as the young beauty's breath became ragged with the waves of sensation radiating out from her nipples to reach her clitoris. She realised that her pussy was now totally drenched and prayed that the boys would not notice.
Awasthi ensured that all boys got enough time on Zeenat's breasts. Each time he would ask the one group of boys to stand back in order to allow the next, he would smile at their handiwork - Zeenat's breasts reddened with a mixture of arousal and shame, her nipples standing impossibly erect and her full lips parted in breathlessness.
In between successive rounds of groping by the boys, Awasthi again and again asked different groups of technicians to oil Zeenat's boobs for the next set of boys. At one point, the cameramen also joined in, handing their cameras to other colleagues and directing them to keep the cameras focused on their hands, as they tweaked Zeenat's erect nipples.
Having watched all the technicians and students fondle Zeenat's enormous globes, Mr. Gupta asked Awasthi, "should we not let our ex-convicts also feel and fondle Zeenat's breasts? After all, this workshop is also to aid their rehabilitation".
Zeenat shrieked her protest at this absurd suggestion, but the senior manager from Dubai immediately endorsed the idea, "Excellent idea, Mr. Gupta! Let these perverted workers also squeeze and fondle Zeenat's boobs for a while. It will be good to see their enjoyment".
The workers were hooting in delight at this development. Prof. Awasthi looked at them with amusement, and said, "OK, there are far too many of you horny guys to allow an organised stimulation of Zeenat's breasts. We also have to move on to the next part of the workshop. So I will give all you guys, nearly 60 of you, a free-for-all for about 20 minutes. You can pull Zeenat in between yourselves and grope her already stimulated boobs hard. Squeeze her nipples roughly and see her reactions. However, as I told the students, please share her generously with all your colleagues and friends, so that everyone can have a good grope".
The large rough men sprang towards Zeenat as if they had been let off a leash. Zeenat shrieked and tried to fight them off. Laughing, they grabbed her hands and pulled her towards themselves. As she was dragged, the men kept pulling her against themselves, and she felt that hard erections pressing against her from all sides. Despite her fear, her clitoris again acquired a mind of its own, throbbing in pleasure.
Awasthi, Gupta and her other bosses watched with admiring smiles as the ex- convicts attacked Zeenat's massive globes. They roughly squeezed, fondled and pinched over the young girl's loud gasps and shrieks. She tried to push the large hands away again and again, but her hands were caught and held captive, often pressed directly against the tenting crotches of the men, making her gasp even louder. This time there was not even a pretence that the purpose was academic. The horny men were clearly driven by pure lust! They kept telling her, in crass language, how they had been wanting to get their hands on her 'huge boobs' from the moment they saw her the previous Monday. At one point, one of the workers bent down and took her nipple in his mouth, which elicited a helpless moan from poor Zeenat as her vagina surged from the sensation of having her sensitive nipple sucked. That set the other men off, and soon the horny convicts were all competing to suck Zeenat's nipples, in between the squeezing and pinching with their rough hands. The men laughed cruelly as their merciless abuse was rewarded with an almost constant moan of pleasure from Zeenat. Several times during this nightmare, the cameramen asked the lust-filled workers to move apart and give them space to properly capture all that they were doing to Zeenat, as well as her reactions.
By the time Awasthi ordered the horny wolf-pack off the trembling and weeping Zeenat, the Dubai audience was all laughing and cheering. Awasthi also laughed, "I must say that was the most enthusiastic and most thorough abuse of any girl's breasts that I have ever seen!" He turned to the now panting workers and said, "well done! I hope all you horny men enjoyed yourself. You have certainly left Zeenat's breasts totally stimulated. Just look at how red they are from all the squeezing, pinching and sucking you subjected them to. Her nipples are more erect than I would have thought possible." The men chuckled with satisfaction as Awasthi forced Zeenat to face the smirking cameramen who zoomed in to record Zeenat's well-abused boobs. Zeenat looked up to see satisfied smiles even on the screen from Dubai. She realised that with the exception of Mr. Gupta, every man in the room had enjoyed an extended grope of her large breasts, and the ex convicts had all also sucked them. The 'workshop' had already lasted over two hours of pure torture, and her panties were soaked like they had been dipped in water! "OK, you have all had your fun with my breasts", she sobbed. "Please let me have my bra and blouse back now! I want to go home!!", her voice trailed off into a weeping wail.
Oddly, Mr. Gupta and Awasthi both laughed at this, as did some of the men on the screen. "Zeenat, did you think that the workshop is over? Not at all! As I told you, this is a female sexuality workshop. Do you think your breasts are the only erogenous part of your body? No, now it is time for the workshop to move to your main sex organs, your clitoris and vagina!"
This time the triumphant whoops came not only from the blue-collar men but also from the Dubai conference room, the technicians and even the students. Zeenat just started weeping loudly at these words. "Please don't do this! Don't you have any pity? There are more than 100 men here, all of whom have already abused my breasts for over two hours. Please don't make me take off my panties in front of you!! Please! Please!!"
The men seemed to take pleasure in the gorgeous girl's helpless whimpering, going by all the sniggering and chuckling that went around the room.
Awasthi was speaking again, "Boys and men, I am sure you can all understand Zeenat's reluctance for having her vagina exposed to the room. It is the most private part of a woman's body, and even a single strange male looking at is deeply embarrassing for most girls. Here Zeenat is going to have the last vestige of her modesty stripped off in front of a basement full of men, not to mention the hundreds watching from her company's Dubai office! And as we can see from the whoops of joy coming from Zeenat's colleagues, they can't wait to see what lies between these silky thighs." This made the 'whoops' ring even louder.
Zeenat shrieked,"NO! I just can't do it!! Please just let me go!!"
One of the executives watching from Dubai spoke up, "Mr. Gupta, seeing how difficult Zeenat found it to even expose her breasts to us, we don't think she will be able to show us her pussy herself. Since our horny workers are so keen to see her naked, why don't you ask them to strip her forcibly and spread her legs for everybody to see?"
When she heard these words, the young girl completely lost all reason. In complete panic, she made a rush for the door leading out of the basement, with every intention to run all the way out of the building. She was in such a state that she didn't even stop to consider the fact that there was only a pair of flimsy (and very wet) panties on her impossibly lovely body, and she wouldn't have got very far on the streets like that. However, the crowd of horny men had no intention of letting the gorgeous young woman out of their grasp just as yet. Several strong hands caught her well before she reached the basement door.
As the squealing young beauty was dragged back in front of the cameras, Awasthi replied to the Dubai executives who had suggested the forcible stripping of Zeenat's panties, "Sir, I think you were right. Zeenat will need help from the men to get completely naked for us". Turning to the five or six men who were holding Zeenat immobile, he said, "Why don't you men drag her over to this examining table. Let the cameras and lights position themselves for the removal of her panties".
The men enthusiastically marched the struggling young girl to the examination table. Their hands roamed freely over her body while they were forcing her down on the table and spreading her thighs. Zeenat's desperate attempts to fight off their gropings hands were easily thwarted, as the men took turns gripping her hands and forcing them against their tenting crotches. Prof. Awasthi, Mr. Gupta and the students watched the young girl gasp as her palms were pushed against hard erections through the jeans worn by the men. A couple of times, she could not help glancing at some of the more impressive tents in the jeans around her, which was also not lost on Awasthi.
Awasthi turned to Mr. Gupta and said, "You know, Zeenat is probably feeling extra shy at the thought being the only naked person in such a large crowd. Since your horny ex-convicts and her classmates are clearly going to enjoy her humiliation so much, let us make them also strip for the rest of the session. It will make her more comfortable to feel part of a group."
Mr. Gupta pretended to consider, "well, Superintendent Awasthi, you do have a point." Zeenat listened in disbelief as Mr. Gupta addressed the male audience, "OK boys and men, since we all want to watch Zeenat expose her pussy to us, let us show her our cocks too!"
Unlike Zeenat, the prospect of stripping didn't seem to bother her buff co- workers or the college boys. Grinning and laughing, they started peeling off their clothes. Two of the technicians stepped forward to hold Zeenat by the arms, so that the workers who were holding her down earlier could also remove their clothes.
Zeenat watched in a daze as the factory-labelled t-shirts came off to display wide muscular chests and shoulders. Then the jeans were pulled down with difficulty, as every man was sporting a tent. Her heart raced at the sight of all the briefs stretched unnaturally by hard cocks inside. Finally, the briefs and boxers were lowered, and raging erections spreng out in all directions! Zeenat couldn't help gasping loudly, much to everyone's amusement. Despite the sniggers all around, she found herself staring open-mouthed at the enormous crowd of hard dicks arrayed in front of her. With blood thudding in her head, she noticed the variations in sizes and colour of the cocks, and in the angles at which they stood away from the large balls hanging under them. Even though she was virtually in shock at suddenly being in the presence of so many naked men, another part of her mind was taking special note of the exceptionally well-endowed men. In particular, she noticed that both Rohit and Awasthi had massive organs, which were proudly erect in lust. There were at least two dozen other really large cocks in the room, although she had to admit that even the smallest cock in front of her was longer and thicker than her ex- boyfriend's. Most of the men had started stroking their erections as they observed her open-mouthed stares. Zeenat could feel another flow of pussy juice escape the confines of her panties to coat the silky insides of her thighs, even as she involuntarily squeezed them together.
But Awasthi was not going to let the gorgeous young beauty's thighs remain together for long. Addressing the students, he made the following bizarre assertion "OK boys and men, now that Zeenat can see so many hard cocks, she will find it much easier to show us her own sex organs".
Turning to the technicians holding Zeenat, he said, "Please drag Zeenat across to the examination table and force her down on it. Raise the back of the table so that her face is turned towards the cameras and the male audience through the rest of the workshop. I want to capture her expressions as her most private parts are exposed to everyone"
Once the technicians had the squirming and screaming Zeenat pinned down on the examination table just as Awasthi wanted her, he pointed to two of her naked co-workers, among the best-endowed men in the room, "You lucky men are going to be the ones to remove Zeenat's last garment. Go grab her hands so she can't stop you".
The other workers whooped and gave high-fives to the two chosen men as they walked over to the screaming Zeenat, their large hard cocks standing out before them. As the technicians released Zeenat to give place to her co- workers, Zeenat's freed hands immediately flew back to her panties, in a desperate defensive grasp. The futility of her efforts became apparent, as the two naked men standing on either side of the examination table prised her fingers loose from the waistband of her panties and drew her palms away, using the pretext of her struggles to 'accidentally' touch her hands to their massive erections. There was a collective hoot of amusement as Zeenat's fingers brushed against the swollen crowns of two huge naked penises and another loud gasp escaped her.
Then still holding Zeenat's hands with one hand each, the two men reached over with their free hands to her panties. She screamed loudly as their thumbs hooked under the waistband from either side. With her hands trapped, Zeenat squeezed her thighs ever tighter together to prevent her moist mound being exposed to the eyes of eager roomful of men.
The watching men got even more excited at seeing Zeenat's desperate fight to preserve her modesty. They laughed as the two men tried to pull her panties down. Thwarted by the tightness of her thigh-grip, the panties stopped half- way down her bulging mound. With their faces hard with lust, the men pulled the elastic of her waistband away from her body on either side, until it snapped like a rubberband under their fingers. With the waistband broken, the panties became just a pussy-drenched piece of lace gripped between Zeenat's smooth silky thighs. It took no effort for the men to simply pull it away, the fabric sliding slowly against her wet slit and making her moan with the sensation. Even though her thighs were held tightly together, the musky smell of her vaginal juices reached her nose, and no doubt the noses of the two naked men who had just stripped her fully.
Zeenat's newly naked state was greeted with the expected cheers and whoops from the men around her as well as from Dubai. Awasthi let the cheering continue for a while with a smile. Then he said, "Zeenat, we all know it is difficult to be naked in front of all of us. But I have to now ask you to do something even more difficult. Please spread your lovely smooth thighs so that all the boys and horny men can see your womanhood open up before them".
Sobbing, Zeenat ignored this instruction, gripping her thighs even tighter together. With a sigh of affected exasperation, Awasthi gestured to two naked men, "Zeenat is clearly too shy to show herself. I am sure you guys will not mind giving her a hand?"
Enthusiastically, the two guys grabbed an ankle each of the now screaming girl. Slowly they started prying her legs apart, their hands slipping up her shapely calves to grab her knees and thighs. Zeenat fought hard but was no match against their strength. All around her men were cheering as her long legs moved apart, and her soft mound opened up with a wet sound.
Once Zeenat's legs were fully spread, a hushed silence again fell over the room. Every eye was riveted on her exposed and glistening slit. Both cameramen were zooming on to it, or panning the view from her pussy to her mortified face. The smell of her arousal was wafting all around the examination table. Zeenat prayed, without much hope, that no one would notice it or comment on it. It was obviously a futile hope.
"Well boys", Awasthi was speaking again, "Zeenat fought very hard to keep her vagina being opened up for our viewing pleasure. As I explained before, this is a normal response one can see in most beautiful girls. But now that we have Zeenat in this compromising position, I notice one more reason why Zeenat was so reluctant to spread her thighs for us. Can anyone guess what it is?", he asked slyly, to the accompaniment of guffaws and laughs.
One of the students called out, "because she is horny and wet!", to even more laughs and catcalls, especially from the horny factory workers.
Awasthi nodded approvingly, "yes, I am glad that at least some of you have been able to correctly judge Zeenat's state of mind. Despite her show of embarrassment at being stripped and groped in front of so many male eyes, she has obviously been enjoying being an exhibit."
This announcement was the trigger for a really loud round of raucous laughter, not only from the naked blue collar workers, but also Mr. Gupta, the students and even the men watching on screen from Dubai. The factory workers started making crass, obscene comments about what a complete slut and a whore Zeenat was. Zeenat blushed furiously, realising with a sinking feeling that the men's horny words were making her spread-out pink pussy to tingle even more excitedly, in the process making her juices gush even more profusely.
Neither Awasthi nor Gupta made any effort to stop the obscenities being hurled at Zeenat by the naked men. The cameramen even chuckled as the directed their cameras at the men making the most obnoxious comments, before panning back to Zeenat's burning face.
When Awasthi did comment about the men's obnoxious comments, it was with an air of appreciation! Addressing the boys, he said, "Zeenat's horny colleagues have correctly understood that she is a highly sexed young girl. I hope all you students can also see how thoroughly soaked her vagina is." Then Awasthi walked closer to the table, squeezing himself in between the two men holding Zeenat's legs apart and the two cameramen focusing on her cunt. He put his palm on the inside of one of Zeenat's smooth thighs and slowly started moving it up, continuing to say, "Zeenat's vagina has clearly been wet for a long time, probably from the time her large breasts started getting groped and fondled by multiple men. Can you all see how copiously her vagina juices have oozed out and coated the smooth insides of her long thighs, almost halfway to her knees? That's a lot of lubrication produced by a single vagina! I'm sure most of you know that a girl's vagina becomes wet and lubricated like this when she is desperate for male fingers and hard penises to penetrate her." A low moan of excitement escaped Zeenat's helpless mouth as her horny state was so crassly described by Awasthi, to the obvious enjoyment of the horny male audience, who resumed their whooping and whistling.
By now, Awasthi's palm was freely stroking the top parts of Zeenat's inner thighs, which were wet with her juices. The horny workers were all touching their hard cocks, as they exhorted him to plunge his finger into her pussy.
Chuckling, Awasthi again spoke to the boys, "students, Zeenat's colleagues now want me to finger her vagina. Do you think she would enjoy that?" Another moan of protest escaped the young girl's mouth, as she faced the humiliating prospect of a male finger invading her most private part, in full view of a hallful of horny men and boys. The students giggled nervously, as they tried to answer Awasthi with feigned academic objectivity, agreeing that in her present aroused state Zeenat would probably enjoy having her vagina fingered by Awasthi.
"Well, let's test that hypothesis, boys", said Awasthi. "I'm first going to spread her labia open to fully expose her clitoris. Can you see it? It is rare to see a clit as fully erect and enlarged as this. Zeenat is really very very excited. I am sure she will feel very ashamed to reveal her horniness to all you boys, and especially to these lustful men whom she will have to encounter every day at work. So let's conduct an interesting experiment. I will now proceed to rub and pinch her horny clit, and let us see if she can stop herself from showing her enjoyment. Her colleagues will really enjoy it if she ends up moaning in pleasure as she is stimulated". Zeenat had a knot in her stomach on hearing these words, which were greeted with enthusiastic shouts of approval by all the men.
And then Awasthi's finger made the first contact with the young girl's excited clit. Even though she had pursed her pouty lips tight in an effort to prevent reacting, a loud gasp immediately escaped her which merged into a low helpless moan as a wave of sensation shot through her entire body, starting from the sensitive knob being expertly manipulated by the older man. Awasthi chuckled, breathing heavily as his fingers slid back and forth against Zeenat's slick slit. "Well, that was a short experiment", he exclaimed with a snorting laugh! The rest of the audience joined in, laughing at the young girl's inability to hide how much she was enjoying having her clit rubbed in front of them all.
As Awasthi's fingers moved faster, Zeenat's gasps and moans became louder, even though all the men could see how hard she was struggling to control herself. As Zeenat's excitement mounted, she grew more and more conscious not only of Awasthi's fingers on her clitoris, but also of the hard penises all around her, including the huge ones on the two men holding her spread open. Between gasps of pleasure, she found her eyes darting helplessly to some of the larger, thicker cocks around the room.
This was not lost on Awasthi, who paused his rubbing and fingering to say, "Zeenat, I think by now we all know what an exceptionally sexed girl you are. There is no point in trying to hide it anymore. It is nothing to be ashamed of. I can understand that you didn't want your male colleagues to know how much you enjoy being stripped and groped, but it's too late for that now. Besides, I can assure you that they are just as aroused as you right now. I am sure you can see how hard their penises are. Perhaps you can also see the pre- cum oozing out of their hard erections. Seeing the obvious excitement of all these horny men should make you feel less embarrassed about your own aroused and horny state".
He then told the men who were holding Zeenat, "I am now going to penetrate Zeenat's vagina with my fingers, which I am sure she will enjoy a lot. I want her to openly show her pleasure and excitement to all you boys and men. In order to make it easier for her to do that, why don't you push and rub your erections against her, so she can appreciate how hard you are for her?
There was another explosion of agreement all around the room with this suggestion. The men holding Zeenat didn't need a second invitation. One of them immediately raised his large erect cock towards her mouth. Zeenat desperately tried turning her face the other way, but the man standing on that side immediately pressed the head of his own engorged cock on her lips, rubbing it all over her mouth, chin and cheeks. Then the first man put a strong hand on her head and turned her face back towards himself, proceeding to do the same again.
"Can you feel how hard these two large men are, Zeenat?", Awasthi asked? "Can you smell the pre-cum they are smearing on your lips and cheeks? Can you feel their enjoyment as they squeeze your full pouty lips with their rock-hard cocks?"
Zeenat's protests were muffled as she desperately avoided opening her mouth, so that the two hard cocks could not enter her mouth. And then her mind was jerked back to her pussy as Awasthi's finger plunged into her soaked love canal, to lustful cheers all around.
"Boys, I am now going to masturbate Zeenat from inside. Please watch her reactions, especially when I rub her G-spot which I'm sure you've heard about. We know that Zeenat can't hide her pleasure very well, so I'm sure you will know when my fingers rub that most sensitive part of her vaginal walls. Zeenat, we are all looking forward to hearing you moan with pleasure. The hard penises rubbing enthusiastically against your pretty face should give you confidence to show your own enjoyment to us".
As predicted by Awasthi, Zeenat reacted very obviously to the stimulation of her G-spot. A loud moan escaped her mouth and she forgot that she had to keep her lips pursed against the invasion by the hard cocks. Instead, her full lips pouted invitingly into a sexy 'O' shape, even as she found herself helplessly raising her hips to match the strokes of Awasthi's fingers in her pussy.
The cocks violating her lovely face immediately used this opportunity to enter her inviting mouth, and the watching men were soon treated to the sight of Zeenat's lovely lips wrapped around the head of an erect cock. The other man held her head immobilised while his colleague pounded his erection into her mouth.
The sexy site was enjoyed by all, but affected Mr. Gupta especially, as he had always had a mouth fetish and had been fantasising about Zeenat's hot sexy lips being repeatedly filled with hard throbbing cocks ever since he set eyes on her. Now that this was actually happening in front of him, he couldn't help dropping all pretense of professionalism. "Yes, pound her sexy mouth", he shouted to the lucky blue collar worker slamming his erection into Zeenat's lips. "You like sucking cocks, don't you, Zeenat", he asked over her moans of protest. "Make her suck the other cock too!", he instructed the two men. The first man reluctantly took his cock out of Zeenat's mouth, and the other man turned her head towards his own cock. Once more, Awasthi increased his stimulation of Zeenat's G-spot, and she again reacted with an open-mouthed moan of pure pleasure which allowed her pouting lips to be easily violated by the second hard cock.
The men alternated inserting their cocks into her mouth, while the other one rubbed itself against her face. Awasthi stood slightly turned to his side as he fingered Zeenat, so that both cameramen could have an unrestricted view of his fingers moving in and out of her soaked pussy, as well as two cocks violating her mouth. With his free hand, Awasthi reached out and squeezed Zeenat's large breasts, tweaking her nipples. "Look how erect her nipples are, boys. She is really enjoying being masturbated by me while sucking two large hard cocks".
Everyone enjoyed this scene for the next few minutes. Finally, the men violating Zeenat's mouth started thrusting faster and harder, and it became clear that they were close to climaxing. Mr. Gupta was groaning his approval lustfully. Soon, one of the cocks erupted in a stream of thick cum that hit Zeenat's lips, chin and mouth. After the first jet hit her, she flinched and tried turning her face away, but the ejaculating man held her firmly turned towards himself, to receive the rest of his load. A loud cheer went up from the rest of the watching men! The feel of the hot cum hitting her face, coupled with the feeling of Prof Awasthi's fingers stimulating her cunt and nipples was too much for Zeenat. With a loud shout, she thrust violently forward into Awasthi's invading fingers, and then arched her back back for an explosive screaming orgasm. This set the other man off as well, who unloaded an even larger load of cum on her gorgeous face.
The intensity of her orgasm had almost left Zeenat senseless. When she recovered her senses, it was to hear the final part of the loud cheering that had greeted the sight of her orgasming loudly while receiving two large cum- shots on her face. Awasthi's voice rose over the horny laughs to say, "If any of you had any doubts about Zeenat's horniness, her loud and obvious orgasm must have settled the question. She clearly enjoyed being masturbated in front of all of you, and found the feel of two large penises violating her mouth even more exciting". Turning to Mr. Gupta, he said, "I hope your company doesn't mind the mess that both the men made on Zeenat's lovely face". Mr. Gupta was staring at Zeenat's cum-covered lips and cheeks with pure lust. He said hoarsely, "oh no, Superintendent. If it is required for the workshop, Zeenat's sexy face can be repeatedly splattered with the semen of as many men as you want!"
One of the 'clients' from the Dubai screen now spoke up, "Mr. Awasthi, you just commented on how Zeenat enjoyed the hugeness of the two cocks that just violated her pouty mouth. Earlier you had told us that she was not able to enjoy intercourse with her former boyfriend because she found his penis too small. Do you think we would see a different reaction from her if the biggest cocks in your basement were to fuck her wet vagina?"
The sexual tension that greeted this question could be cut with a knife. Having seen Zeenat's mouth wrapped around two huge cocks, every man in the room now ached to see her pussy similarly violated. All around her, men were stroking their cocks, as they imagined the final stage of what awaited the lovely young girl.
Zeenat sobbed and moaned in protest, too exhausted by her orgasm to protest in words. However, she also realised that her throbbing vagina was aching with excitement at the thought of huge cocks entering it. She had to admit to herself that the feel of the two massive cocks in her mouth had been nothing like sucking her ex-boyfriend's little pecker. The way the two horny men had pounded their large organs into her mouth, and the force with which they had ejaculated on her face, made her involuntarily imagine her pussy being subjected to the same abuse, and she trembled with an uncontrollable lust.
So she felt a helpless shudder of excitement as she heard Awasthi's response to the question posed by the horny client from Dubai, "Well sir, the issue of penis size is one of the most keenly followed debates in sexual psychology. While the size of the penises penetrating them is probably important to more girls than normally admit to it, a small minority of girls are exceptionally attracted to huge cocks. We have already seen that Zeenat finds it very exciting to be helpless and vulnerable in front of a large crowd of horny men. I have also been noticing, ever since all the men stripped, that Zeenat's eyes have been wandering hungrily over the largest penises in the room" Waiting for the sniggers caused by this comment to die down, Awasthi continued, "I would certainly hypothesise that Zeenat is a true 'size queen' and would enjoy being at the receiving end of exceptionally large male organs!" A soft moan escaped Zeenat at these words, much to the excitement of all the men in the room.
Mr. Gupta was speaking now, his voice hard with lust, "Why don't you have your hypothesis tested, Superintendent Awasthi? There are a number of men in the room with large cocks". Awasthi responded, "yes, I can see more than 25 men in the room with penises 8 inches or longer, which would be at least double of the only penis Zeenat's vagina has experienced in the past. If all the workshop participants would find it instructive, we can allow these lucky men to have their way with her, and observe her reaction.
The lust filled shouts and whistles that greeted this suggestion left no doubt that all the workshop participants wanted to see Zeenat violated by the big cocks. Once more, Zeenat moaned at the thought of what awaited her.
Awasthi told Rohit, "You have a really impressive penis, young man. It is even a little bigger than mine, though some of these ex-convicts are even better endowed than either of us. Tell me, did you ever try to hit on Zeenat while in college?"
Grinning and stroking his impressive 9-inch cock, Rohit admitted that he and his friends had always fantasised about 'banging' Zeenat's 'choot', but she had never managed to do so. Instead, Zeenat had taken on a nerdy classmate as her boyfriend for a short time. Rohit and his friends laughed as they recalled having seen Zeenat's ex-boyfriend's tiny dick in the boys showers once. Awasthi also laughed and said, "well, let's find out if Zeenat would have done better to have accepted your offer to service her vagina in college!" A wide grin spread on Rohit's face as his friends whooped their congratulations to him with high-fives.
Zeenat watched with a mixture of lust and trepidation as the grinning Rohit approached her, stroking his large erection. The two men standing on either side of her again forced her thighs apart, making her glistening and soaked pussy open up invitingly. The cameramen hovered closer, keen to capture the moment the young girl's love canal would be invaded by her first big cock.
Awasthi directed Rohit to first rub the thick head of his cock up and down Zeenat's slick slit, in the process repeatedly mauling her erect clitoris. Rohit breathed loudly as he carried out this instruction, immediately eliciting a loud groan of arousal from Zeenat. Even before being penetrated, she could feel the exceptional girth of Rohit's cock as it slid between her swollen labia lips, and the experience was even more pleasurable than the horny girl had been anticipating. She found herself moaning helplessly, "Aaaah! Sooo big!! Sooo hard!!...". Awasthi and the other men sniggered at her inability to hide her pleasure, while Rohit grinned in satisfaction at the reaction he was causing. "Darling, you could have been enjoying my big cock throughout college, if you wanted!", he said. "Well, it's never too late to start", chuckled Awasthi. "We can all see how incredibly wet and lubricated Zeenat's vagina is. She is ready to be penetrated, Rohit. Push your impressive organ inside her and let us all see how she reacts". All around her, the male audience pressed closer, keen to observe the moment. The men holding her legs pulled her knees closer to her chest, readying her cunt for the ultimate violation.
Rohit's erect cock was throbbing with lust now, and his breath was coming in rasps. Having been finally given the green signal, he slammed his cock forward with force, entering Zeenat's slippery vagina in one smooth thrust.
A loud scream escaped Zeenat's open mouth, as a massive orgasm racked her body! Even though her aroused mind had been imagining, for the past hour or so, how it would feel to be penetrated by the large cocks in the room, the reality turned out to be much much more intense than her imagination. She had never been so stretched out as she was right now, and she could feel every millimetre of Rohit's impressive girth against the walls of her vagina. He was much deeper into her than her boyfriend's cock or her own fingers had ever reached. As she climaxed in waves of excitement, Rohit could feel her pussy walls contracting and spasming around his erection.
Chuckling, Awasthi waited for Zeenat's orgasmic screams to subside, then said, "well, Zeenat's ex-boyfriend would be quite jealous if he could have seen this, Rohit. You made her cum so hard just by entering her! I think we have immediate proof that she loves larger penises, and is really enjoying the feeling of being fucked by yours. Go ahead and give her what she wants now! Pound her like you have always wanted to!"
Cheered on by all the men in the room, Rohit then started pumping in and out of Zeenat. Her eyes closed and her mouth opened in obvious ecstasy at the intensity of feeling in her pussy. Soon she was grunting and pouting her lips as she surrendered herself to a fucking like she had never known before. Awasthi signalled to the cameramen to zoom in on her pouting mouth, "I think our sluttish Zeenat needs another thick cock in her mouth", he chuckled. Pushing aside the two men holding Zeenat's hands, he positioned his own impressively proportioned erection against her lips. Almost automatically, her luscious lips wrapped themselves around his shaft. "Yes, suck me like the slut you are, Zeenat!", he groaned with pleasure!
The whole room was then treated to the sight of Zeenat being pounded simultaneously from both ends, while moaning in pleasure. Obscene exhortations filled the air, encouraging both Awasthi and Rohit to pound her harder. Zeenat heard these lustful comments as if through a mental haze, but they made her feel even more deliciously sluttish. She loved the feeling of having her pussy stretched wide open by Rohit's thick erection. Soon, she felt another orgasm building up deep within her, and she could feel her hips beginning to move almost as if they had a mind of their own, matching Rohit's powerful strokes. She stopped sucking on Awasthi's cock for a moment to moan out, "yes, yes! Fuck my mouth and pussy with your BIG cocks! Oooh god, that feels sooo nice...!! FUCK ME HARDER, HARDER!!" Both Awasthi and Rohit smiled in satisfaction at this open exhibition of lust from the lovely girl, as they violated her together. Soon Zeenat was screaming in yet another wild orgasm, to claps and cheers from the entire room.
As Zeenat's second orgasm subsided, Awasthi asked Rohit to swap places with him, and soon Zeenat's pussy was experiencing by its second large cock, while she sucked Rohit with abandon. Rohit groaned out to one of his horny friends to record the scene on his mobile phone, and to pan from Zeenat's mouth to his own face, so that they could show all their friends that he had finally scored with the college hottie! Zeenat orgasmed again before Rohit and Awasthi expended their loads in her mouth and pussy with grunts of satisfaction.
For a while everyone watched the well fucked girl as she lay trembling from the most intense sexual experience of her life. Soon however, men started calling for her to be violated by more big cocks.
It took Awasthi a while to catch his breath from the most enjoyable fuck he had had in a long while. By that time, the cries for Zeenat to be fucked again had grown very insistent. He said, "I think we have established that Zeenat has a definite taste for large penises. No wonder she was not able to enjoy her small dicked ex-boyfriend. Her body was craving the fucking that she can only get from better endowed men. We will now see just how much Zeenat craves big cocks. There are about 25 to 30 men here with large cocks. I will ask them to violate Zeenat four at a time. If she orgasms during one such gangbang, then she will be made available to the next four men. We will continue this exercise until either Zeenat survives one of these fuck sessions without cumming, or until we run out of big dicked dudes."
Everyone laughed hornily at this sexy scenario. The horny ex-convicts loudly voiced their conviction that 'the slut' would come again and again no matter how often she was fucked. As she looked around at the hugest cocks in the room with a mixture of fear and lust, Zeenat suspected that they were probably correct.
Awasthi picked out the first set of four lucky men, who approached Zeenat proudly stroking their thick manly cocks. The normally proportioned men in the room watched with envious lust, imagining what must be going through the minds of the four studs. "As you men would have seen when Rohit and I were fucking her, Zeenat likes to be violated roughly. So there is no need to be gentle with her. Her pussy, her mouth and her enormous breasts are yours to abuse to your heart's content. Or rather to your cock's content! Each of you should try to last long enough to pound both her pussy and mouth properly. Remember that all your friends want to see Zeenat orgasm while you are violating her. Not only because it is exciting to see her enjoying her violation, but also because that will lead her being offered to the next group of big cocks. And I know that all of you want to see her pounded by as many cocks as possible."
The men obeyed these instructions with pleasure. For the first time, Zeenat knew the attentions of four huge cocks simultaneously in her pussy, mouth and rubbing against her sensitive nipples. No one expected the intensely aroused girl to last the encounter without orgasming, and she obliged the lust-filled audience with three more screaming ones over the 45 minutes that the men pounded her mouth, pussy and nipples. When the four large loads had finished exploding on her, she knew, with some satisfaction, that four new large cocks would soon be on her.
As Awasthi picked the next group of four to fuck her, Mr. Gupta asked, "Superintendent, in porn movies, actresses enjoy being fucked in their asses too. Given what a slut our Zeenat is, do you think she would enjoy having her ass violated?"
Awasthi said, "Mr. Gupta, I do think that Zeenat is the kind of girl that might enjoy the feeling of a hard cock up her anus. However, she is an anal virgin, and the men we have chosen to fuck her are the best endowed in the room. If her ass is to be penetrated with cocks this size, it will first need to be conditioned with something smaller." He glanced down at Mr. Gupta's modest sized organ, and asked, "If I lubricate Zeenat's anus with some petroleum jelly, would you mind penetrating it and stretching it out, so that the bigger men can violate it properly later?"
The company executives from Dubai volubly shouted their appreciation to Mr. Gupta, as he stepped up to the task, his face set in open lust. Zeenat whimpered as Awasthi's fingers found their way into her ass, liberally spreading lubricant inside her. And then her boss's cock was pressing against her tight opening. Men cheered Mr. Gupta on as he pushed into her. The sensation was odd at first, but Zeenat soon felt a different kind of buzz fill her body. Soon she was grunting in pleasure. Mr. Gupta didn't last very long, and she felt his semen dribble into her ass, a novel feeling for her.
As Gupta withdrew his flaccid dick from her ass, Awasthi congratulated him, "that was well done, Mr. Gupta. Zeenat is no longer an ass virgin. It's time to test whether her taste for large cocks includes being violated from behind. Let us add one more man to this four man tag-team, so that her pussy, ass, mouth and both breasts can be stimulated simultaneously by their huge cocks. And let's see if she can avoid cumming as she is comprehensively violated like that. If she can't, we will let the men pound her until they ejaculate, and then hand Zeenat over to the next group of violaters".
The next two or three hours passed exactly as every man in the room, and perhaps even Zeenat at some horny level, was hoping it would. Again and again, Zeenat was surrounded by groups of men with impressively proportioned penises, and pounded in all her holes. The watching men seemed to take undiminished pleasure at the way she would begin each gangbang session with moans of protest, but would soon be grunting in pleasure. Her orgasms came thick and fast, as she experienced the impossible intensity of feeling that a girl can feel only when two large cocks simultaneously pound her pussy and ass. With her hands and mouth, she would enjoy the large cocks that were not violating her ass or pussy at that moment, cooing her pleasure at the size of the organs, or helplessly begging to be pounded even harder. Again and again the massive cocks deposited thick streams of semen in her pussy, her ass, and all over her face and boobs, to the sound of lusty cheering from the watching men.
As the last group of generously endowed men finally withdrew their satisfied cocks from her holes, Mr. Awasthi continued her humiliation by saying, "I must say that I never expected that Zeenat would still be orgasming after so many gangbangs. I counted 29 men and boys who violated her, not including Mr. Gupta and myself. And she was still in the throes of pleasure right till the end of this ordeal. Zeenat really seems to have an insatiable appetite for big cocks, and we could have continued pounding her if there were more big dicks present!"
As expected, there were a lot of satisfied chuckles and whistles at this observation. Addressing the well-fucked Zeenat, who was still lying, totally exhausted, with her long smooth thighs spread out, Awasthi said, "I won't say that I hope you enjoyed your first workshop, Zeenat, because we can all see that you enjoyed it a LOT!" This comment made the hooting and shouting even more raucous! Awasthi continued, "I am sorry we did not have enough big cocks to fully satisfy you today. However, now that these ex-convicts know how these workshops proceed, I am sure that they will be spreading the word among their horny friends, and I anticipate a much larger crowd of men here next Friday. Hopefully there will be many more well-endowed ones to fulfill your fantasies."
Rohit piped up to say that he and his friends were already circulating video clips of today's workshop among all the boys they knew in their college as well as in other educational institutions, and would also let it be known that well-endowed boys had a good chance of being asked to violate Zeenat's holes if they attended the workshop. He expressed confidence that many more boys who had lusted after Zeenat in college would be present next week to realise their fantasies of watching her getting abused by huge cocks. One of Rohit's horny friends said that he had also uploaded the video he just shot on his mobile to some of the popular porn sites, with a request for hugely endowed men to apply to participate in future workshops.
Awasthi chuckled, "Mr. Gupta, they say that well begun is half done. Clearly, these workshops are going to grow in popularity over the coming weeks. We are so lucky to have such a lovely and horny girl to explore the sexuailty of, for the benefit of all the male participants. I understand that after two days of well-deserved rest over the weekend, Zeenat will resume her interviews with your horny ex-convicts from Monday until Thursday, where she will be asking them to imagine how she might feel while being violated sexually by men. After having participated in today's workshop, I am sure these ex-convicts will be able to answer her much more accurately! I would also encourage them to grope her sexy body during the interviews, and also keep telling her about all the new types of abuse that they plan to inflict on her body at the next workshop. The idea is to gradually build up Zeenat's anticipation and arousal over four days, so that by Friday her body is fully fired up and ready for an even more intense and longer session of sexual abuse than today's".
Mr. Gupta looked with a satisfied smile at his cum-covered young subordinate and said, "Thank you, Superintendent Awasthi. Our company is very happy at the success of this first workshop, and we are sure that the future sessions will be even more enjoyable and instructive for all concerned, including young Zeenat."
Zeenat squirmed as she felt another mini orgasm building up in her pussy at this exchange. |
19,629 | Zelena's Story | Beejayne | NonConsent/Reluctance | 2010-02-20 | 2012-09-26 | 2022-01-01 15:51:22 | 8 | literotica.com | https://www.literotica.com/s/zelenas-story-ch-01 | 1. She has sex with her father, & wants to become an escort. 2. Zelena has her first anal sex. 3. She has sex with her Grandfather. 4. Zelena arrives in London and is fucked by her uncle. 5. Uncle Vlad and cousin John fuck Zelena. 6. She has sex with Bella and becomes an escort. 7. Zelena is hurt and raped. 8. Zelena goes home for a week, sex with Karl and Dad. | ['Anal', 'Blowjob', 'Incest', 'Stabbing', 'Uncle'] | 4.07 | _Please note: This story takes place in a very small autonomous republic in Eastern Europe._
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"Oh God that's good." Muttered Zelena.
She was bending over a sack of potatoes in the store room of her father's green grocer's shop. The shop was closed for the night and he'd gone upstairs to have dinner and Zelena and Mikel were "cleaning up", but the broom and dustpan were leaning against the wall of the store room while Mikel fucked Zelena.
Mikel fucked Zelena hard, the way she liked it. She bent over the potato sacks, her skirt pulled up over her bare bottom, and her panties down at her knees, and bang! Bang! Bang! He went as she grunted with each thrust.
Then suddenly, "Oh...oh...oh... Micky, harder, harder I'm coming." And her back arched and flexed as her body was flooded with a climax. Then she lay still, eyes closed, panting.
"That was super Zelly. Let's do this every day until I leave." Mikel said as he bent over and whispered in her ear.
Mikel was leaving the village for America in ten days, to live with his cousin. His cousin lived in California and had found Mikel a job, so like most of the young people in the village he was leaving.
He pulled back and out of her vagina, then unwrapped the plastic bag he had wrapped around his penis. He didn't much like using plastic bags, but condoms were expensive, besides if he bought condoms at the chemist shop everyone in the village would soon know that he and Zelena were fucking.
For Zelena the plastic bags were wonderful. They made Mikel's penis seem almost twice as large around, and the rough texture was very stimulating to her vagina. While she lay over the potato sack, Mikel went into the shop and threw the plastic bag on top of a pile of other bags which were used to wrap vegetables. Zelena's parents sometimes remarked that the bags seemed sticky or that they smelled funny, but they concluded that they must have been used by the fishmonger. All the bags circulated and were recycled through the village and were used and re-used by everyone.
Zelena got up and pulled up her panties. She was a slender, blonde, pretty girl, unlike most other girls in town and her mother. They were all from peasant stock, but her father was tall and blonde too, claiming a relationship to the defunct royal family, who'd been eliminated in 1940. But she conformed to the local dress, longish black skirt, print blouse and always black stockings. None of this, even the clog-like shoes they all wore in summer detracted from her good looks.
They finished cleaning up the shop quickly, then they kissed and Mikel went out the front door and Zelena locked it behind him.
"You were a long time." Said her father as she sat down to have supper. "What were you up to?"
"Sometimes it takes longer to clean up the shop." She answered him.
"I hope you're not letting that peasant boy fuck you." He told her. "You'll get pregnant and have little dumpy peasant kids and your life will be over."
"You don't want me fucking anyone." Zelena thought. "You want me for yourself."
"Stop talking like that over dinner." Nadia, Dmitri's wife told him. "You shouldn't talk that filth, especially to your own daughter."
"My own daughter? Fine example you are. You and your butcher. The only way I know she's MY daughter, is that she isn't a dumpy peasant girl."
So the evening went on, Dmitri and Nadia always fighting.
What Zelena thought was probably the truth. As soon as she was eighteen -- on her eighteenth birthday, her father had seduced her -- raped her would be a better word. It had been such a fun day, and she'd had too much to drink. He'd put her to bed, then got in beside her and taken her virginity, as was the custom. Her mother had been furious when she came in and found him in her bed, not because he'd fucked her, but because he hadn't used a condom.
He'd gone out next day to the chemist and bought a package of three condoms which he was still using. He washed them out each time and reused them. They were too expensive to discard after one use, he said.
Nadia, Zelena's mother, didn't really mind that Dmitri was fucking Zelena, it was quite common in the town for father and daughter to have sex, and it gave her the opportunity to sleep with Arvand, the butcher.
She "loved" her husband alright, but she didn't like his sissy ways. He claimed aristocracy, and let her know it, and he was soft and had long thin finger, and he had a slender body. His love making was gentle and considerate, varied and with a lot of foreplay. She liked sturdy peasant men like Arvand who knew what she wanted, a nice thick penis, and she loved the feel of his thick body on top of her. He got straight to the point, ripping her clothes off, jumping on her and pounding her body for what seemed like hours at a time, while she screamed with ecstasy.
Every Monday when Dmitri left early for the main market to buy vegetables, the butcher's van could be seen parked outside the greengrocer's shop. Nadia and Arvand went upstairs and Zelena would wait on customers.
The topers at the inn loved to joke about it.
"The butcher's delivering some meat to the greengrocer's wife." They'd laugh.
Or:
"Nadia's having a nice sausage for breakfast."
Or:
"Dmitri's wife is preparing him some left-overs for dinner."
And so on, getting raunchier and more vulgar as the day wore on. But as soon as Arvand appeared there was silence. He always had a meat cleaver hooked to his belt, and there was a huge slash in the bar counter where he'd delivered a blow to it when one of the men had said something in jest about Nadia.
"Next time it's your balls!" He'd shouted, and he meant it too.
So life in the village went on. Then one day a big car appeared and parked outside the dry goods store. Out jumped a beautiful woman, and all the topers in the inn fell over each other to get a look.
'Nice legs." One said. "Look at that ass. And the tits on her. Who is she?" Another cried out.
"It's Bella." One cried out. "Bella Zhnitkoff , the chemist's daughter!"
Bella had left the village three years ago, first to Vienna, then to Paris and finally arriving in London. She'd found a good job and periodically sent money home. The chemist said she had a job showing visitors around town. She was an escort. They did wonder how she'd come to know London so quickly, but it really didn't matter as long as the money came regularly.
After she'd visited her father in the shop Bella went into the inn where one of the men bought her a drink. She talked to the guys, and laughed at their jokes, but even though they were all eyes no-one made a move on her. She was too lovely, too fragile looking, and even though at least one of them had been to school with her, it was hands off, her mini skirt had their full attention. They rarely saw a woman who didn't wear black stockings and a calf length skirt
She stopped and had a few words with the butcher then walked down to the greengrocer.
"Bella, my beauty." Said Dmitri. "How are you? Zelena, look who's here. It's Bella."
Zelena came running out of the storeroom, saw Bella and ran up to her and they both hugged. There was at least two years difference between them, but they were much alike, tall, blonde with long legs. Dmitri gazed at Bella as the two girls stood talking, and he wondered how he could get Bella into his bed.
The girls went upstairs and shared a cup of tea while they talked and Bella started to tell Zelena what she did as an escort in London. She told her she met men for dinner, and sometimes showed them places of interest in London, but then she leaned forward, and made Zelena not to tell a soul.
"I meet men and they pay me to fuck." She said.
Zelena's jaw dropped. "To fuck? Men pay you to fuck? You're a whore then?"
"No I'm an escort. Whores pick men up in the street and get paid 10 pounds, that's about 1500 kopesch. I meet men by appointment, in a private apartment or in their hotel room, and they pay me 200 pounds, that's about 30 thousand kopesch."
Zelena leaned back in her chair, her eyes wide in disbelief.
"That's not possible. No, you're just saying that to impress me. If I could get 3000 kopesch from one of the men in town, even your father, the chemist, a rich man, I'd count myself lucky. But 30 thousand kopesch! If I did it once a month I'd be rich."
"That's true, in this dump, but in London a flat costs 3000 pounds, that's 450 thousand kopesch."
And so they talked on, with Zelena amazed at the cost of everything in London, but getting more and more interested in the idea of going to London and becoming an escort. Not only could she make a lot of money, but she could fuck a lot, and Zelena loved to fuck.
"How many men do you have a night." Zelena asked. "Three, four or five." Bella answered.
"Do you just fuck, or do you do other things?"
"Well, the cheapest thing is a hand job, you masturbate a man until he squirts." She said. "Then there's a blow job."
"What's that, a blow job?"
"You suck his cock until he comes."
"Yuck. You suck on his dirty thing, the thing he pees out of?"
"Yes, haven't you ever done it? Haven't you sucked Mikele?"
"Never! What if he pees in your mouth?"
"You should try it, it's nice and the stuff is creamy, and you don't have to worry about a condom, you just swallow his stuff."
Zelena thought about it for a while. Mikele was gone, but maybe she'd try it with dad. She'd wash his cock first, then suck on it. Thinking about it started to make her horny.
"What else is there? How do you make the most money?" She asked Bella
"Fucking gets you the most money, except for anal."
"Anal? What's anal?"
"That's when a man fucks your arse."
Zelena was aghast. She'd never dreamed of anything so disgusting. In the mouth was one thing, but imagining a man sticking his penis in her arse was beyond her imagination. It must hurt, for one thing, but then the nastiness of it disgusted her.
"No, this is a joke, Bella. You don't let men fuck your arse. Tell me you don't do that."
"A man will stick his cock anywhere in or on your body. Between your tits, under your arm, between your toes, and they love to stick it up your arse."
"But it must hurt, doesn't it?"
"It hurts the first couple of times, and if you're lucky he has a small cock."
"But it's filthy, it's disgusting. What do you do about that?"
"You have to clean yourself first, then most of the time it's okay. And in lots of ways it's better, you can't get pregnant, for one thing. And it gets rid of his stuff if you don't like to swallow it."
"But can you speak any English?" Bella asked Zelena. 'In London you have to speak English, you know."
"Yes, I can speak a few words. Maybe you can teach me more. Good morning. My name Zelena, who you? I like to...what do you call it Bella?"
"What are you trying to say? You like to fuck? I like to fuck. I like to give blowjob. I don' like you fuck me in arse." She laughed.
"English is very funny, you'll have to teach me the good stuff Bella."
And the two girls went on talking to each other in broken English until it was time for Bella to go. After she left Zelena thought about everything she'd heard. Tonight she'd try to suck Daddy's cock, but she didn't know about anal sex. She'd have to think about that.
That night Zelena had just gone to bed when she heard the door open and her father, Dmitri, came into her room. She felt the covers lifted as he slid into bed beside her. She rolled over to face him and they kissed, as he slipped his hand under her nightgown and started to touch her. As his hand slid up between her soft thighs Zelena stopped him.
"Daddy, I'd like to do something different tonight." She whispered.
"What, you don't want me to fuck you?" He complained.
"Tonight, instead of fucking I'd like to suck your cock."
"What?" He was puzzled. What else was there between a father and daughter? "Why do you want to suck me, don't you like me fucking you?"
"Yes, yes I really like fucking, but Bella told me that sucking a man's cock is really very nice and exciting. Besides, you wouldn't have to use those rubber things, that I know you don't like. When you squirt your stuff I just swallow it."
This sounded reasonable to Dmitri, because it was true, he didn't like using condoms, and the thought of Zelena taking his penis in her mouth and sucking on it excited him.
"You are the sweetest daughter a man ever had, Zelena. But how about you, how can you get pleasure?"
"Let's see after I've sucked you off." She replied, and taking his penis in her hand she felt it swelling.
Dmitri turned over on his back and Zelena slid down kissing his belly until she reached his penis. She kissed it, then sliding the skin back on the uncircumcised head she kissed that too. She was starting to feel very horny, and taking the head of his penis in her mouth she started to suck on it.
This was making them both very hot, but Dmitri had to instruct Zelena about the most sensitive places on a man's penis. She thought that just taking it in her mouth and sucking on it would be enough, and it was for her, but he directed her to the sensitive places on the head, and told her to use her tongue more, and to press it against the roof of her mouth.
"Oh Zelly, Zelly. That's so good. Yes, there, there with your tongue. That's so good."
They were both enjoying this so much they wished it would go on. While Zelena sucked on her father's penis she tasted the liquid that oozed from it and knew he must be getting near a climax. He, meanwhile, was now fucking his daughter's mouth with abandon. Loving the feel of her mouth, her tongue and he knew he'd soon have to let go. Then, suddenly:
"Aaah, my sweet baby, it's coming! Right there......right there....aaaaaaaaaaaaa, yes!"
And he felt his sperm shoot into her mouth. Zelena felt the warm fluid hit the back of her throat, and paused for a moment in surprise, then realizing what was happening started to suck harder.
"That's enough, my love, that's enough, just hold it in your mouth, it's too sensitive. Aaah yes, just like that." As the last ooze dribbled into her mouth.
They lay still for a few moments, then he pulled his penis out of Zelena's mouth, and pulling her head toward him kissed her.
"Zelly my dear girl, that was wonderful. You are such a good girl, what other daughter would do that for her father. We must do that again, soon. But what can I do for you now? I cannot get hard again for a while, what shall I do for you?"
"You could lick me, Daddy that would feel good."
"No, I don't want to do that now, maybe some other time."
"Then, with your fingers, or I brought a big zucchini up from the shop. You could stick that in me."
"What? A zucchini? You bad, bad girl!" As he laughed uproariously. "You want me to fuck you with one of my zucchinis. And who shall we sell it to then? Who would you like to see eat it after it has been in your pussy?"
So he pushed to fat zucchini into her hungry orifice, and between that and his fingers he brought her to a climax. As they lay together afterward, in the warmth of their fulfilled sex, Zelena was thinking. Now she'd tried giving a blow job, and it had been nice, no it had been wonderful, but she was thinking about who she would have give her her first anal sex.
No, not Daddy, his penis was too big, but one of the boys in the village, perhaps. Or maybe she should go to Tortana, the big town, and pick up some one at a bar. She'd have to think about it.
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19,630 | Zero Day Exploited | astuffedshirt_perv | NonConsent/Reluctance | 2015-07-20 | 2018-09-05 | 2022-01-01 15:51:27 | 11 | literotica.com | https://www.literotica.com/s/zero-day-exploited-ch-01 | 1. Lindsey's computer hacker is a sexstortionist. 2. For a blackmailer, he's kind of nice. 3. Lindsey joins the Maker Culture. But what did she make? 4. Priyanka is hacked by a sexstortionist. 5. Priyanka crosses new boundaries. 6. Breaking up with a sextortionist is hard. 7. A box arrives, and Pri gets in deeper. 8. Priyanka learns to twerk, get plugged, and pleads her case. 9. Priyanka completes her punishment and goes to a party. 10. Priyanka plays the dice game and meets a guy. 11. Katie is forced to use a strap-on. | ['Blackmail', 'Bra', 'Coed', 'College', 'Embarrassed', 'Exposed', 'Extortion', 'Forced', 'Humiliation', 'Webcam'] | 4.52 | Readers, there is no sex in this chapter, just a little coerced exposure.
Lindsey slowly woke to a strange beeping, bleary eyes squinting across her dorm room to her laptop. The screen was lit up, glowing in the darkness. She groaned, slipped out of bed and went to the laptop, sleepily trying to figure out what was going on. As she approached, she saw an unfamiliar window she had never seen before on the screen. Letters started to appear.
_Hello, Lindsey._
"Um, hello?" she mumbled groggily, unable to find the cursor to close the window.
_You are very pretty_.
"Thanks? Who are you?"
_All in good time. Sleep well_.
With that, the window closed of its own accord and the screen saver activated. Lindsey shook her head, stumbled back across the room and flopped back on her bed.
***
Fresh from breakfast, Lindsey sat down at the desk and woke her computer. She had worked into the small hours finishing her term paper on the "Effects of the New Deal on Cinematography", due by noon. A quick re-read, hit 'send', and the rest of the day was hers. She caught a few errors but, just as she reached the end of the paper, the program stopped, saved, and closed. Lindsay had only a few seconds in which to register her surprise. A new window opened.
_Hello, Lindsey_.
A half-forgotten memory of the computer beeping at night surfaced. She looked askance at the computer, the cursor no longer responding to the trackpad.
_Hello, Lindsey_ , the screen repeated.
"Uh ..., hello?" she answered, slightly distracted as her fingers feverishly worked the trackpad. It suddenly registered that she was talking to her computer. "What is wrong with my computer?"
_Nothing is wrong with your computer. I have to chat with you first_.
"What?"
_You are very pretty_.
"Thanks? Who are you?"
_And your paper is quite good. I am sure it will get a good grade from Professor Adams_.
"Yeah, well I worked really hard on it and I really need to send it out, so can you leave me alone? Why can't I control my computer?"
_I control your computer right now_.
"What? Go away, leave me alone!"
_Lindsey, calm down. We have some things to take care of_.
"What do you want from me?" she asked, exasperated.
A video chat window appeared and her webcam light glowed green. Lindsey's pretty blonde face suddenly loomed, looking back at her from the screen. A moment later, the window minimized.
_Please take off your shirt_.
"Screw you, pervert! Leave me alone!" she snapped. On reflex her hand moved and covered the webcam.
She watched in growing terror as the her computer's cursor dragged her term paper into the trash.
"NO!" she screamed.
_Lindsey, remove your hand from the webcam_.
She paused, her mind spinning, considering her options. The cursor hung ominously over the _Empty Recycle Bin_. She dropped her hand and stared at her computer.
"Please don't," she whispered.
_Lindsey, remove your shirt_.
In a sudden burst of inspiration, she slammed the laptop closed and jumped to her feet. She paced the room, her mind scrambling to find a way of this mess. She had spent hours on that paper, 20% of her grade, and it was due in less than 30 minutes.
The computer's beeping interrupted her thoughts. Lindsey stared at it in dread. It beeped again. She crept back to her desk and carefully re-opened the lid. The green webcam light was still on, and the chat window was still open. The cursor still hovered near the recycle bin.
_I'm tiring of this game, Lindsey. I'm not asking for anything I haven't seen already_.
"I won't take my shirt off," she said quietly.
The cursor selected Empty Recycle Bin. Lindsey covered her mouth, wide-eyed as the warning box asked for confirmation.
_This is your last chance. Remove your shirt or I delete your paper._ "
Lindsey stared at the screen, her mind reeling. The cursor twitched, now positioned directly over the _OK_ button. She was trapped. Before she could have second thoughts, she pulled her t-shirt over her head. She gripped it in both fists over her bra, but the blackmailer wouldn't allow it.
_Put the shirt away, Lindsey_.
She reluctantly complied, but quickly raised her arms again to cover herself.
_Arms by your side_.
Shame washed over her. Lindsey could feel the blush burning down her face as she averted her eyes. She slowly lowered her arm, exposing her simple white bra to her webcam, her fists clenched helplessly by her side in anger and embarrassment.
"Are you happy now?" she tried to demand, but even she could hear how pathetic she sounded.
_Very nice_.
She sat quietly for a few moments, head down, waiting, wondering if she would have to remove her bra also. Was the grade worth it? Why was her computer doing this to her?
_Since you obeyed, you get rewarded_.
Lindsey flinched a small smile and risked a glance at the webcam. She watched as the cursor hit _Cancel,_ pulled her file out of the recycle bin, and put in back in place on her desktop.
_What do you say, Lindsey_?
"Thank you," she whispered.
_You may now submit your paper_.
It took a moment for the words to register, but she sprang into action, quickly bringing up the submission page and uploading her paper before her tormentor changed his mind. With a sigh of relief, she completed the upload. She looked up to see the green webcam light was still on and grabbed her shirt, twisted from her seat and moved out of view. When she glanced back, the light was off.
She sat back down and began timidly poking around, hoping to find a clue as to what was wrong with her computer. She was way out of her element and gave up almost immediately. She considered asking for help, but the only people she knew who were good with computers were boys and she didn't want to tell any of them what had happened. And anyway, as far as she could tell, her computer was behaving itself once again. She carefully closed the lid and backed away, half afraid that it would start beeping again. When it remained silent, she sighed with relief and fled her room.
Lindsey kept replaying the events of the morning over and over in her head and couldn't make any sense of it. Whom had she been was she chatting with on her computer? What if they had demanded that she take her bra off? She tried to come up with a way to tell someone, but what would she say? That someone made her display herself in her bra?
By the afternoon she had almost rationalized it into acceptance. After all, her bra covered about as much as a bikini top. It wasn't like she had a huge chest, she was actually kind of small in that department. Anyway, she hadn't removed her bra, so it wasn't that bad. She started to wonder who was on the other end of the chat box. Was it someone she knew? Maybe some nerdy guy in one of her classes stalking her. Well, if so then she hoped he had gotten his thrill and would leave her alone now.
Lindsey finally returned to her room that evening. Summoning her courage, she carefully opened her laptop. The webcam light remained off. She checked into Facebook and updated her status. She read her mail and listened to some music. Everything seemed normal.
Next she tried a few Google searches for anything about on laptops acting strangely, but only ended up with the suggestion to update her virus protection, something that she thought computers did automatically. She called it a night, stood up from her chair and stretched, and then started getting ready for bed. Just as she reached back to unhook her bra, she froze. She was standing directly in front of the laptop. There it was, sitting quietly, but she moved out of its vision to the side before taking off her bra. Rather than risk passing in front of her computer topless, she pulled a new sleep shirt out of the dresser drawer. Laying in the dark, she kept glancing over to her laptop, wondering if it was watching her.
Lindsey's alarm woke her the next morning. She stretched, thinking about getting up and working out. _Or, on second thought..._ she always felt so horny in the mornings, when the weight of the day's tasks hadn't filled her mind enough to block out her young body's hormonal urges. She lazily slipped a hand under her tee and cupped her breasts, stroking and dreamily touching her nipples as her body came awake. Her other hand drifted down to her panties, pulling the elastic down below her hips, sliding her fingers along her folds to give a nice few strokes. She imagined some nameless male model, his hands on her as she kissed him. Male model...cameras...Lindsey's eyes snapped open and her head turned toward her computer. The green webcam light was on.
Instantly awake, she ripped her hands away from her body and jumped out of bed, running out of its sight to hide, quivering, by the doorway. Steeling herself, she lunged forward and slammed the lid shut, shaking in anger. How long had the camera been watching her? She always left it open on the desk across from her bed. Memories surfaced of her humping her pillows, of dancing naked in her room. What had the computer seen? She masturbated almost every morning! Lindsey covered her mouth in horror as she remembered other, more sordid things: giving a blowjob to that boy, Dan; the self-inflicted spanking with a ruler while bent over reading 50 Shades.
In desperation, she decided to throw the laptop away. Pulling on her sweats, she took it down to the dumpster. As she walked, she thought about what she was doing. She couldn't throw her computer out: her whole life was on it. Facebook, music, pictures, homework, everything. She would clearly need a new computer, but didn't have the time or the money to go buy one. She stood in front of the dumpster for long, indecisive minutes before finally accepting that she couldn't throw it away.
Lindsey returned to her room and plugged the laptop back in. She took a deep breath and carefully opened the lid. The webcam light was off. She started to once again attempt to figure out what was going on. She knew virtually nothing about computers other than how to use the applications she used. She knew that the computer had come with lots of programs she never opened. A futile half- hour later, she gave up and went for a shower to get ready for class. This time she made sure that the laptop was closed while she changed. She left the laptop in her room, resolving to take notes the old fashioned way. All day, the burden of not having her laptop with her was evident. Notes, videos, email were all missing from her routine.
In the afternoon, she returned and again probed the computer and came up empty. By the evening nothing odd had happened, and she was wondering if she had imagined that the computer had been watching her that morning. At best she had seen the green light for a millisecond. Doubt began to fester in her mind. Maybe the webcam hadn't been on and it was all in her head. That night, even though the computer was closed, she fought off the urge to masturbate.
As if to make penance for the previous day, she opted for a long jog the next morning rather than lie in bed and indulge her desires. This time, she took her laptop with her to classes. Sitting in her last class of the day, she was dutifully taking notes on her laptop when her application saved. Lindsey's eyes widened in horror as a chat window opened on her screen.
_Hello, Lindsey_.
She slammed the laptop closed so violently everyone noticed. Even Professor Gaines glanced up at her.
"Sorry," she mouthed to him as her heart rate soared. As Professor Gaines continued, her computer beeped. Eyes glanced at her as it beeped again.
"I...um...have to go," she blurted out.
Tossing the beeping laptop into her backpack, she raced from the lecture hall as quickly as she could. She could hear the laptop beeping in her back, like the beating of a telltale heart. She fled from the building, looking for a place to get away from people. English was her last class of the day, so she decided to simply go back to her dorm room. At some point, the beeping stopped. She summoned the courage to pull the laptop out of her bag and plugged it in. She paced for long minutes before taking a deep breath and opening it up. For a few minutes everything looked normal, but then the dreaded chat window opened again and the green webcam light glowed.
_Hello, Lindsey._
"Leave me alone," she demanded.
_Soon enough. Take off your shirt._
"No."
_Lindsey, we've been through this all before. Take off your shirt._
"Listen, asshole," she snarled, "the only reason I took off my shirt was because I had a paper due. Screw you. I'm not taking off my shirt."
Silence hung in the air as her blackmailer pondered his options. Finally, it spoke again.
_I'm going to show you some pictures_.
Lindsey watched in amazement as her computer opened Photo Viewer. A picture appeared of her sitting in her bra from a few days ago when he had forced her to take off her shirt. Then a second picture opened. Lindsey's eyes widened: it was a picture of her in a different bra.
"How did you...?"
A third picture opened. This time, she her back was to the camera but she was clearly topless. Lindsey covered her mouth in shock, sinking into her chair. Photo Viewer minimized and the chat screen reappeared.
_I've been watching you, and I have more pictures. You wouldn't want these getting out, would you? I'm not asking for anything I haven't already seen. Take off your shirt._
"Please leave me alone," she whimpered.
_Remove your shirt._
"No," she whispered, trying to convince herself to stand firm.
The computer brought forward her email program and started a new email. The subject filled in as _Question for you_. Then came the message.
_Hey babe, I was wondering which bra you prefer. I can't decide. Help! Miss u : - ) <3_
In an instant she understood what was about to happen. She whipped off her shirt and clutched it to her chest.
"No, please don't."
_Drop the shirt, Lindsey._
She winced as she put her shirt aside and dropped her arms, fighting back a wave of nausea.
_Very nice. Do I need to attach a few pictures and send this email to everyone in the dorm?_
__"No, please don't," she begged.
_Will you be a good girl?_
"Yes." The computer paused for awhile, the email taunting her from her screen. Finally a new message appeared.
_While you look very pretty, I want you to demonstrate you will be a good girl. Go put on a different bra._
Lindsey nodded and went to her dresser. She couldn't believe the predicament she was in. How many pictures did he have of her? She would die if everyone saw her in her bra. She quickly picked her least revealing bra, unfortunately in leopard print, and returned to the computer.
_Very nice!_ The computer closed the email. _I am going to save the draft just in case your behavior needs to be corrected in the future. If you try to do anything stupid like tell someone what is happening, I will send this email. Do you understand?_ Lindsey choked back the urge to tell him off and nodded mutely. _Now, let's lay down some ground rules. First, though you may not be happy with your current situation, I require you to be civil at all times. Do you understand?_
__"Yes," she growled through clenched teeth.
_Second, whenever you are in your room, you will have the laptop open and on this desk. Do you understand?_
__"Why? So you can spy on me all the time?" she spat, her anger boiling over.
_Do I need to remind you what is at stake for you?_ The email program popped to the front again.
Lindsey frowned, cornered again. "Okay, I'm sorry," she conceded. The computer ignored her, opened the draft email and attached a few files. "Hey, I said I'm sorry! Please don't do that!"
_Apologize._
"I'm sorry I got short with you. Please don't send it."
_Not good enough._
__"I...I'm really, really sorry I snapped at you. I'll be good, I promise."
_What are the first two rules?_
__"I have to be civil at all times and keep the laptop open."
_Get out some paper. Write each rule on a piece of paper._ Lindsey nodded and dutifully wrote down the two rules, showing them to the computer. _Now tape them on your wall. Good. Put on a different bra._ She nodded and changed into a cute pink bra and returned to the computer.
_Lovely! Now let's talk about you. Tell me about yourself._
Lindsey began to talk, prompted by the computer. She told him about her home, her family, her high school, her college career. She tried to stay focused and wary, knowing she was talking to a guy that had blackmailed her into taking her shirt off, but it was hard. She couldn't help but smile as she talked about her mom's apple pie, or get excited when she talked about her trip to Europe. She talked about her major, her classes, her friends, her hobbies. After awhile she almost forgot she was only wearing a bra while talking to her blackmailer. It felt really nice, in a weird way, talking to someone who was apparently listening to her. College happened at such a frantic rate, she rarely had time just to talk to someone. Then the conversation turned sexual.
_How many boyfriends have you had?_
She started answering the usual questions, embarrassed to be confessing so much to a stranger. The computer opened a webpage from a relationship site with a survey. She read each question and then answered them. She had only had sex with two boys, one in High School and one in college. She had broken up with her High School boyfriend when she left for college, and the other guy only used her for sex. The computer demanded details, wheedling out her feelings and memories. She pantomimed her blowjob techniques, admitted to masturbating almost daily, and disclosed that she had even kissed a girl.
_Well, it's getting late. You should probably go to dinner and do your school work._ Lindsey glanced at the clock, surprised to find she had been talking for over 2 hours. _I had a really nice time talking with you._
"Yeah, me too," she replied, immediately regretting her response.
_We'll do it again soon. A couple of more things before I go. I want to commit to your morning run. Every morning, you need to do your loop._
"Yeah, I know," she shrugged.
_That wasn't a request. You will run every morning, no excuses. It's the next rule. Write it down and tape it to your wall._ Lindsey frowned at him but complied. _Good. Do you know what Snapchat is?_
"Yeah, a lot of girls use it to send sexts to guys."
_Do you have it installed?_
"No, I don't..." she started, seeing where this was leading.
_I want you to Snapchat me every morning, after your shower, wearing only your bra and knickers._
"Knickers?"
_Panties._
"Oh, I...don't want to..." she winced in protest.
_You do wear panties, don't you?_
"Yeah but I don't..."
_It's the fourth rule now. Snaps before 8 every morning. Write it down and tape it to your wall._ She scowled at him, but saw no alternative: he could send that email at any time. _Now read me the rules._
"Be civil at all times. Laptop stays open. Run everyday. Snaps before 8."
_Good. Recite the rules every morning when you get up and before you go to sleep. I'll be in touch._
__A moment later, the chat window closed. Lindsey studied the screen, wondering what she had gotten herself into, and more importantly, wondering how to get out of it. A glance at the clock got her moving to get to the dining hall before it closed. As she walked, she replayed the afternoon's events in her head. She had just spent over 2 hours video chatting to a stranger while wearing a bra. Despite the circumstances, after thinking about it she conceded it was the best conversation she had had in months. She wondered who was on the other end of the screen. Was he a boy she knew? She glanced over and caught some guy's eye, immediately looking down in embarrassment as she imagined he was the one. _If that email got out, I would have to leave campus!_
Intellectually she was more embarrassed than anything, as she was shocked she had given in so quickly, but she couldn't think of a way out. How many pictures did he have of her? And what was she doing in those pictures? How could she not have noticed the green light? If she threw her computer in the trash would she be safe? She needed her computer, she knew she couldn't throw it away. He had threatened to send the email if she told anyone. _At least I haven't had to show my boobs_ , she thought grimly. And what if he asked? She didn't know.
Back in her dorm room, she appraised her computer. It almost seemed like a bad dream, but a simple glance up to the wall showed her four rules. _Am I really going to go through with sending him Snaps?_ Lindsey started checking Facebook and soon lost track of time. She did some research online about Snapchat and was reassured that the application was fairly secure. She may have to send him Snaps, but at least she could be certain he wouldn't be able to save them to blackmail her further. If he took a screenshot of the Snap, she would be notified.
Still undecided on whether to go through with it, she downloaded Snapchat to her phone. Getting ready for bed, she carefully stayed out of the way of the webcam. Her blackmailer's words echoed through her mind: recite the rules before bed. Alone in her room, she wondered if she could just skip that demand. Deciding not to risk it, she quickly muttered the rules under her breath and got into bed. A restless sleep followed, filled with nightmares of being naked in class and people laughing at her.
When her alarm woke her, she was in the middle of a sexy dream and she was horrified to see her hand on her breast. She snatched it away as she glanced to her computer. The green light was off, thank God. Nonetheless, her body was alive and tingling. She hadn't masturbated in over 4 days, a record for her, and was terribly horny. Suppressing her urges, she moved out the view of the webcam, got changed and went out for her run. One thought dominated her mind: was she going to go through with sending Snaps? By the time her shower was finished, she had resolved to send them. He already had numerous pictures of her in her bra. After all, she had spent two hours video chatting with him with only her bra on. She had every reason to believe he would send that embarrassing email if he wanted to. Sending him a Snap while in her underwear seemed like a small risk.
Lindsey put on her pink bra from the previous night and chose one of her white granny panties. Try hard not to think about what she was doing, she positioned herself several times to get a good angle. Despite the fact that she was being blackmailed, she couldn't seem to convince herself to send an ugly selfie. The extra dozen pounds she was carrying around weren't helping either. She finally settled on one with her phone held high, which minimized the view of the lower half. With one last pause of indecision, she sent it into the ether, then deleted all her shots. At least she could be sure that he would be unable to save the picture for further blackmail.
Sadly for poor Lindsey, she was unaware her phone was set to automatically sync all photos to the cloud.
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19,631 | Zeus & Tara: The Finale | SEVERUSMAX | NonConsent/Reluctance | 2008-12-10 | 2008-12-10 | 2022-01-01 15:51:38 | 1 | literotica.com | https://www.literotica.com/s/zeus-and-tara-the-finale | The series concludes with Tara's revenge. | ['Gods', 'Incest', 'Interracial', 'Lesbian Sex', 'Non-Consent', 'Open Marriage', 'Orgy', 'Pegging', 'Reluctance', 'Revenge', 'Zeus & Tara: The Finale'] | 3.59 | Darren didn't really think much about Tara lately, at least not consciously. He had a pretty new girlfriend, even if he was tired of her habit of refusing to swallow his seed. She said that it had too many calories. Her vanity got old, but she was still a trophy girl who made his buddies green with envy.
Secretly, however, he suspected that she binged and purged, since she smelled of puke whenever he kissed her. Janice's obsession with clothes was rather stupid, too. She once complained that he had spilled his cum on her dress, as if that was a bad thing. If she didn't want her dress stained, she should have taken it off, but she was in a hurry that day, and didn't want to take a facial.
He was also tired of always doing it "cowgirl-style", just so that Janice's bony frame wouldn't break from under his weight. Even so, she was hot, she sucked a mean cock, and she wasn't the sort of girl who would drag him down as Tara did before he dumped her.
Naturally, he was shocked when he walked into Janice's apartment and saw her getting fucked on the couch by a black guy. There were three more such dudes, who seized Darren and bent him over the armchair. They were all impatient to get their turn with his girlfriend, so they pulled down his pants and his shorts. Darren panicked, not sure why they would "pants" him like that.
"Look at this wimpy white boy! I think that he's only a step short of being a white girl himself. What do you say that we treat like one? Let's use him, too," the leader said, while watching Janice take a large dick.
The others agreed and one of them ruthlessly shoved his cock into Darren's sphincter, not letting him brace himself or relax first. The college student shrieked, while the guys turned him around and one shut him up with another dick in his mouth. The other 2 fellows joined the man screwing Janice, so that all 5 of them were involved in banging them.
Now that they were "airtight", as the expression, neither Darren nor Janice had any chance of escape. They were quite displeased, when the doorbell rang and one of the guys stopped long enough to let Tara into Janice's apartment. She smiled at the horrified look on her ex's face. She grinned even further when the man started fucking Darren's face again.
The idea that his sweet, docile former lover would arrange this sort of gang- rape was truly astounding to the young man, but he was easily distracted by the vicious way that the guys forced both Janice and he. It was sick, but he withstood, hoping to learn what Tara wanted from him.
It was even worse when the brothers "swapped", and the man who had been in Janice's tight ass shoved his dick down Darren's throat. The guy who screwed her pussy was now in her rear, while the one in her mouth transferred to his butt. The last guy moved from his jaws to her cunt. The switch continued for another two hours, until each guy had been inside each of the five holes.
Finally, they all came in the couple, at which point the strangers ordered them to clean each other orally. During all of this, Tara snickered and winked at the pair, totally enjoying this action. She didn't say anything, yet, which just made it worse for both of the victims.
She then opened the door, and the five intruders left after quickly getting dressed again. In their place, two women joined Tara. They each grabbed one of the stunned companions. The softer one seized Janice, while the tomboy mauled Darren with her rough use of him.
Each mysterious female then pulled down her pants to show a strap-on dildo with a thigh harness. Darren and Janice were thrown over the sofa and violated without much warning. They plunged the dildos further inside their bowels, while Tara kissed the perpetrators on the lips. She even slid some tongue inside their mouths, as if to thank them for so cruelly dominating those who had angered her. This was not the usual kindness seen from Tara Walton as Darren had known her.
Things continued to be awful for the couple, as the women swapped and the stronger one raped Janice's waxed cunt. The more feminine of the two, a blonde, removed her thigh harness and sat on Darren's face. She ground it into his mouth, almost suffocating him more than once with the wild way that she rode him.
After this was done, however, the two women left Tara alone with her enemies. Clearly, she had something to say to both of them, and it wouldn't be pretty. She sat in the armchair and called out an old man with a digital camera, who had been invisible just seconds before. He simply materialized from thin air, a grin growing on his bearded face.
"What the fuck?" Darren spoke up in absolute shock. Who was this man?
"Darren, I want you to meet my beau, Zeus. Yes, that Zeus. He's a God. Actually, the King of the Gods. He helped me set this up, you see," Tara laughed vindictively.
"Why?" Janice at last asked them, while rubbing her stretched and plundered bottom.
"That's easy enough. I wanted to punish you for what you did to me. Athena and Hera, whom both of you got to know intimately, suggested this. Zeus and I just went along with it. I must say that it was hot. However, just to show that I'm done with my revenge, and that I want to put this behind us, I am willing to fuck you again for old times' sake. I think that Zeus has even deigned to have Janice, if you don't mind, or even if you do," Tara added.
"So those women were Athena and Hera, Goddesses from Olympus?"
"Naturally, that's who they were. Who knows, if you show some appreciation, they might give you an encore. They both like cock, too. From experience, I can tell you that they are great in bed, as is Zeus. Yes, all four of us have sex on a regular basis," she giggled, as she straddled her ex-boyfriend.
Zeus, meanwhile, slammed Janice, as he pulled her legs up to go deeper. She didn't complain, however, as he took her with his usual prowess. Her skinny form felt every last stroke, as he had his way with her. He used her with no compunctions, as he saw in her the worst specimen of womankind.
Darren watched the King of Heaven ramming his girlfriend, but he didn't have time to be humiliated. His ex kept him busy, wearing him out with her movements as she used him one last time. He had to admit to himself that Tara was great in the sack, better in fact than she even used to be. She was certainly a greater sex partner than Janice.
He was even more stunned when she came, but kept riding him anyway. Finally, he felt ready to fill her with his spunk. At this point, Tara slipped off his cock and sat on his face, leaning over to suck him in a 69. This was never a favorite position for them, since it was hard to focus most of the time, but she had already come. Tara simply sucked him off until he released his jism into her mouth.
Totally drained, they both heard first Janice and then Zeus climaxing. Apparently, there was more to his girlfriend than he had known. She liked it just as rough in her own way as Tara did. He realized that she was a complete phony, and so was he. It was too late with Tara, but at least he could confront the truth about his current partner and himself.
"Goodbye, Darren. Hope that you had fun with our little orgy. I know I did. It was the best fuck that you ever gave me. It was also the last. We're done for good now. This time, it's my decision. I did love you, by the way. Zeus, dear, can we go now?" Tara declared, which the King of the Gods was pleased to acknowledge.
They both vanished, gone with a flash. Everyone knew that no one would press charges, since no one would believe the accusation. Tara had her revenge and also her reconciliation. She had also gotten away with a crime of passion.
A note on the coffee table stated the following...
Darren and Janice, I hope that you enjoy the pics, which we left for you. You didn't think that we'd blackmail you, did you? It's not our style. I hope that you both grow up now and learn to make your own decisions. Who knows, you might even make a great porn team. You have the potential. Love, Tara.
"Well, she has a point," Janice commented with a grin.
"Janice Matthews, are you becoming a hedonist?"
"Yep, count me in. Care to try on more orgies and see if this was a fluke?"
"Damn straight! I just hope that I get to do more of the penetrating next time," Darren grimaced.
"Trust me, babe. You will," she said as she French-kissed him.
Zeus, Tara, Hera, and Athena all watched from Olympus with awe, as they prepared to settle down to a foursome of their own.
"I think that they are off to a great start. There's just one other thing that I'd suggest to them," Zeus noted.
"What's that?" Tara wondered.
"That Janice actually eat something now and then, without purging," the King of Heaven replied.
"Something tells me that they'll get that idea on their own," Tara assured her paramour.
"Yeah, you're probably right," he chuckled.
At which point the others added their own laughter to the pair's, and then promptly gone down to their splendid orgy. |
19,632 | Zhou's Birthday Present | gaggedKitty23 | NonConsent/Reluctance | 2014-12-10 | 2015-02-16 | 2022-01-01 15:51:39 | 4 | literotica.com | https://www.literotica.com/s/zhous-birthday-present | 1. Abducted Chinese girls turn the tables on their captor. 2. When escape goes awry, Chinese girls are at his mercy. 3. Mei and Xia discover that the Master's son is just as cruel. 4. Mei and Xia are spared, but become true sex slaves. | ['Abduction', 'College Students', 'Forced Sex', 'Sex Machine', 'Sex Slaves'] | 4.48 | Zhou Yongkang lounged on the faded checkered sofa, a cigar in one hand as he looked out over smog-filled Beijing. The highly influential communist official and Politburo member blew a wreath of smoke toward the bed on the far wall. Meanwhile the tap-tapping of rain drummed on the hotel rooftop like impatient fingernails.
"I thought they were on their way. What's the delay?" Zhou said. His bodyguard Wenzhu said something into his earpiece before turning to his boss.
"They're here, Master." As the bodyguard's words gave way to quiet, the hotel room's door opened and the two schoolgirls - college freshmen at Beijing University - were thrust into the room by two taciturn men in flawless dark suits.
Zhou perked up as the two attractive young women begged and whimpered. Wenzhu roughly stripped them out of their clothes until both stood in their birthday suits. "This is Xia, and the shorter one is Mei," said the bodyguard.
"And no one saw them taken?"
"No, Master," the two dark suited foot soldiers chimed in unison.
"Good. You may leave us." With a deep kowtow, both guards showed themselves out. As the door slammed shut Zhou's eyes roamed over the bodies of both beautiful girls. Xia's tall form was slender yet sported surprisingly ample breasts, with shining pitch black hair falling to just below the tips of her nipples. Her skin was an exotic shade darker than Mei's, betraying a Thai ancestor mingling somewhere within her Chinese heritage. The Chinese girl's dark eyes were transfixed in fear, her lip trembling.
"What do you want with us?" Xia cried, clenching her fists.
"Oh, I think it should become rather obvious," Zhou rumbled. He shrugged out of his undershirt and underwear, sitting naked on the sofa in his own twisted version of masculine glory. Zhou was not a handsome man. The 63-year-old politician had a hard face, and his angular body was grim to look at it. But a shrewd intelligence lurked behind his jaded eyes, and the lean muscles on his aged body spoke of a man who found comfort in the regimen of exercise.
"You have been chosen to be my playmates for the day," Zhou went on. "It's my birthday." The sleazy politician took another pull on his cigar, exhaling with a contented sigh as his eyes slid to the shorter girl, who now spoke for the first time.
"W-will you let us go once you're done with us?"
Mei's question highlighted her terror. The naked girl was maybe three inches shorter than her taller classmate. Her dyed hair was even longer, though, almost to her waist, and her full breasts reminded Zhou of ripe peaches needing to be plucked. Each girl's pink bra and panties lay discarded on the linoleum floor with the rest of their clothes. They were both instinctively crossing their hands and arms, hiding as much of their luscious tits and cunts as they could from Zhou's gaze.
"I haven't decided yet," Zhou replied, amused. He gestured at the shorter girl. "What was your name again?"
"I'm Mei, and this is my best friend Xia. Please let us go. You don't have to do this!"
Zhou Yongkang tapped his cigar, letting some ash slough away into the dragon- embossed ceramic tray. "I'm afraid I must. It is in my nature," he said calmly even as his eyes smoldered. "What beautiful girls you are, Mei and Xia. Ahhh...and your names mean 'plum' and 'glow of the sunrise.' Both pretty names to match two pretty, sexy girls. Do you see how excited you make me?"
Xia's hands quivered as her eyes locked onto the enormous pole that was Zhou's fully aroused cock. She had never seen one so huge, both in girth and height. The veins rushing up and down its sides seemed to be furiously pumping blood. She imagined that thing inside her most intimate place, and her knees went weak.
"I may no longer be a young bull, but my sexual appetites know few boundaries," Zhou went on with a cruel smile. He turned to his bodyguard. "Wenzhu, is that not right?"
Wenzhu nodded, then looked pointedly at the girls before drawing a knife from his belt. "Yes, Master...and you girls better obey him if you don't want to be punished." Mei's eyes shifted from Zhou's elongated cock to the glinting steel in Wenzhu's hand.
"Yes, Sir. We'll be good. Please, put it away. We'll do what your Master wants."
"We will see. I have my doubts about that," Zhou said cryptically. His hand made an impatient and imperious gesture at the taller girl.
"Xia, hold your arms at your sides. I want to SEE you. ALL of you. Kneel and open up your thighs."
Xia's mouth snapped open to protest, but then the gorgeous girl felt the flinty stare of Wenzhou bearing down on her. She meekly lowered herself to the floor, opening her smooth thighs as she knelt to expose her pussy for all to see. Only the barest trace of pubic hair, in fine, silky wisps, teased the sides of her precious opening. Her mounds jutted outward, tantalizing and full. Zhou couldn't decide whether he wanted to stroke them or bite them, and his cock grew harder, from granite to diamond.
"See how pristine she is, Wenzhu. Your men have brought me a fine birthday gift indeed." His eyes roved over her smooth skin, greedily taking in every curve. His free hand came down to his lap as he slowly stroked the base of his cock. The pattering of the rain intensified, a drumming which turned into a roar. Mei's gaze strayed to the overcast, gray-clad city below, and she wished she could turn into a phoenix and burst through that window, flying free.
"Mei, come over to Wenzhu. Stand by him so he can get a closer look at you," Zhou said. "It may be my birthday, but I like to be generous to my friends and followers, to share my presents."
Wenzhu was a muscle-ripped man in his prime. His serious face and angry eyes missed no detail. He shrugged out of his shirt and pants, then threw aside his underwear and socks, but he kept the knife in one hand. Flicking it in a beckoning motion, he growled at Mei "Come here!"
Mei hesitated, her naked body trembling, breasts heaving as she almost panicked and tried to run. But what would they do to her and Xia if she didn't make it out? The fear forced her to put one foot in front of the other until she stood barely a foot from Wenzhu. The bodyguard's cock was nearly as buoyant and large as his Master's. The bodyguard's free hand glided across Mei's slim shoulders while his eyes were glued to her chest. His deceptively soft touch made her tremble more violently, and his ravenous stare easily gave away his intentions.
"Such a hot, tight little body you have, Mei. It makes me want to fuck your pussy so hard, until you scream, and while your best friend watches," Wenzhu whispered.
Mei gasped as the naked bodyguard shoved her against the wall, hemming her in as he put his hands to either side of her head, pressed against her so close. His eyes were so frightening that she lowered her face and tried to appear as small as she could. But Wenzhu put the flat of his knife under her chin, forcing her to meet his gaze.
"Look at me when I talk to you, bitch." He bent near her ear, hissing more devastating words.
"How does it feel? Knowing I want to bury my nasty cock in your tight pussy? Hmm? I want you to tell me." He drew back only a little bit, his demeanor expectant.
Mei had never been more aware of her own nakedness. Wenzhu's muscular torso was so close that he nearly brushed against the pink buds of her breasts. Her eyes filled with tears. Her voice faltered.
"It...I...Sir, please. I'm scared. Please don't hurt me." Mei shuddered as Wenzhu rested the flat of his cold blade over her left nipple, making the nipple pucker and harden. She whimpered as he gave her other nipple the same treatment and then lowered his blade to her soft sex, resting the flat of that awful knife against her exposed clit.
Mei's eyes widened in pure terror and she nearly lost control of her bladder.
"You will do exactly what I say. If you try to escape, I will cut your clit off. Understand?"
Tears brimming in her eyes, Mei nodded. "Yes, Sir. I won't try to run. I swear."
"Good girl. Now kneel beside the sofa and do whatever my Master wishes. I'll be back in a moment."
Mei knelt at the edge of the sofa with Zhou's cock tall and straining right before her face. Zhou ran his fingers gently through the girl's hair, reveling in the feel of it.
"So soft...and such a cute face to go with it," Zhou sighed. "What about my cock? Do you find it beautiful?"
Mei opened her mouth and yet no words would come. Truth be told, the old bastard's cock was impressively hard, thick, and as manly as any manhood she'd ever dreamed of. The man was HUNG, as westerners would say. Mei licked her lips and decided she might as well admit it.
"Yes, Sir. Your cock is...so big. I..."
"Would you like to worship it?" Mei looked up at Zhou, trying to gauge what the old man meant.
"It's okay. Hold it. Grip it in your hand. Feel the hardness of it." Reluctantly Mei reached out and took it. She pressed her fingers around his pulsating penis and felt a bizarre jolt of feminine power. She had him under her spell, if only for a second. Without even thinking she slowly pumped her hand up and down, her eyes transfixed at the tip of his cock where a drop of pre-cum began to sprout like a single glistening jewel.
"Uhhh you naughty bitch. Did I tell you that you could do that?" Zhou growled. He arched into her hand, groaning in a sound that was half agony, half rapture.
"Now put your mouth on it." Mei froze. Could she do this? Could she really smother this man's cock with her mouth? This was the man who'd arranged for her to be kidnapped and probably raped. Mei glanced back at Xia, and saw in her friend's face pity mixed with a healthy dose of fear. The shorter girl licked her lips and closed her eyes. Somehow that would help steel her for what she had to do, that was all Mei could think as her tongue slowly rubbed against the bulbous head of Zhou's cock.
The sleazy politician groaned happily. "Yes, that's good, but far too weak. Really get your mouth on it. SUCK me, bitch. Do it." Zhou reached down, pinching Mei's nipples. The girl yelped, her eyes flaring open. "And keep those eyes open while you suck my cock."
Mei reluctantly obeyed, her mouth descending on that long, rigid penis. Soon she had a rhythm established even, her lips pressed into a tight 'o' around his manhood as she bobbed just a little bit up and down. Zhou's groans reached a certain intensity, and he reached out to rub her breasts as if to express his thanks. He was gentler with her now, and massaged her chest even more tenderly as her sucking continued.
"Aaahhh. You can go deeper than that, sweetie. Much deeper." He gathered the hair at the nape of her neck and thrust his cock forward, down her throat. Mei gurgled and nearly choked, but she managed to breathe through her nose and slide her lips further down Zhou's shaft. The man's cock smelled of sweat and strong male musk, and though it wasn't exactly a good smell, it wasn't unpleasant either. Her jaw began to ache as he fucked her mouth, his balls smacking rhythmically against her chin.
The girl had to fight off the gag reflex as Zhou hammered his cock harder and harder between her lips. His hands moved to her shoulders, then cradled the back of her head as he began pushing ahead in one punishing thrust after another. Her mouth felt like a used cunt, aching with the constant exertions as she pressed her lips together and cradled his cock with her tongue.
Finally he let her come up for air and take a full breath. His cock popped free as he shoved her head back. Mei's beautiful face was now marred by the glistening pre-cum dripping down her lips and chin. She felt violated, and he had not even come yet. Mei shuddered, looking down at her aroused nipples.
"That was a promising start, slut. Now stay right there." Zhou beckoned at Xia. "Come here, Xia. You are and your friend are about to do something really special."
Xia's blood chilled at those words. Whatever it was, she knew it couldn't be good. Xia crawled forward as instructed, and by that time Wenzhu had returned. The bodyguard had a long, four-tailed whip in his hand, each tendril ending in a hard leather knot.
"Wenzhu, your timing is perfect. Xia was just about to impale her pussy on my cock." Xia sputtered protests as Zhou reached back behind the sofa, revealing a bottle of lubricant which he poured into his palm and then spread copiously up and down his cock. "Mmm, that's better. Now I'm ready for you, cunt. Hop on and face your girlfriend as you do."
"No! That's sick! Don't rape me!" Xia wailed. Yet as the words left her mouth, a whip sang through the air, smacking roundly across her sexy breasts. The slender Chinese schoolgirl cried out at the sting of pain. A second lash caught her across her beautifully sculpted back. She arched in pain and quickly straddled Zhou, pivoting so that her ass faced him and so that he could see her shapely ass poised above his impressive shaft.
SMACK. "OW, please stop! I'm obeying. Sir, please!" Xia moaned. Her delicate fingers grasped Zhou's cock, lining up his manhood between her pussy lips as she slowly sank herself down on it, until she was filled completely thanks to the lubricant. The watermelon scent of the lube filled the air, filled Mei's nostrils as a new horrific command came from Zhou.
"You see your girlfriend's pussy engulfing my cock? Isn't it beautiful? Now lean forward and lick her clit. I want you to lick at her clitoris as she fucks me," Zhou growled.
Mei recoiled back, her mouth gaping. "No! I can't! Please. That's beyond sick. I...I'm not attracted to girls," she sputtered. But Wenzhou's whip smacked hard across Xia's breasts again, making the girl groan in agony. Then the next lash of the whip landed on Mei's back, lancing her body with fire as the pain tore through her body. The naked girl's tears streamed down her face, but she darted her head forward and began licking tentatively at the joy nub of her best friend.
"Okay, bitch. Your friend is on board. Start riding me," Zhou murmured. The corrupt politician began pushing his cock upward into Xia's channel. The girl moaned and responded by rolling her hips, fucking herself as he'd asked. Her cunt muscles began to clench and press against her captor's cock. She moved her hips up and down, up and down, her breasts shaking with the force of her impalements as her moans sailed through the room.
Mei's tongue flicked harder now, and all she could think to do was to somehow lessen the pain her friend was experiencing. She licked forcefully, then sucked on her friend's nerve bundle until a gathering wetness began to trickle down Zhou Yongkang's mighty shaft. Zhou's groans were soon amplified by Xia's budding moans. The slender Chinese girl was riding him hard, her body lifting up and slamming down as her panting grew more labored. Meanwhile Mei's tongue pressed firmly, insistently against her clitoris, nipping at the nerve bundle in a devastating barrage.
"Please...no...oh god!" Xia gasped, her body betraying her. The girl's nipples were like hardened thumb tacks, her pussy gushing like a river. Mei could smell the overpowering scent of Xia's arousal. Her tongue greedily lapped up the first trickles of nectar coming from her best friend's sex as she set a pace toward orgasm.
"Oh YES. Look down at your friend, Xia. Feel her mouth on you, soon to send you over the cliff! You're going to come with my cock deep in your tight pussy. You're going to experience pleasure as I rape you. Are you ready?" Zhou nearly shouted. Zhou reached around, cupping Xia's breasts in his hands, kneading them like dough as Xia used her hands to push down on his hips for leverage, lifting herself up only to bust her cunt in another hard slam onto the old man's hardness.
The squelching sound of their bodies separating and re-joining filled the room, matched only by the slurping sounds coming from where Mei's mouth was practically glued to Xia's pussy.
"NO, please stop! Mei, don't do this!" Xia moaned plaintively, her body arching backward as pleasure thrummed somewhere deep within. She was getting closer, climbing the precipice to mind-numbing ecstasy...powerless to stop the forward march. Xia felt a fleeting disgust at her own body, at the gushing pussy that was about to betray her. She felt her head rest against her rapist's shoulder, felt Zhou tip her head sideways as his lips captured her mouth, his tongue sliding in to plunder...
And then, even as Wenzhu smacked the whip across Xia's sensitive cones, the orgasm flung her through the void, sending Xia's slender body into a paroxysm of rapture as her feminine juices flooded outward from her sex, gushing down Mei's chin so copiously that even Mei's chest was spattered with Xia's fragrant juices.
Mei didn't know why or how, but she'd automatically lapped up every drop she could of her friend's cunt cream. The taste was exquisite, sick as that seemed to Mei. She wasn't attracted to women...but this taste, this sense of power, of giving her friend so much pleasure! For a moment it had the bizarre ability to remove Mei from this nightmare, to help her pretend that she had a shred of say in what happened to them. It made no sense, but in Mei's terrified brain right now only insanity could.
Meanwhile the slap of the whip against Xia's sexy tits went almost unnoticed, only adding to the intensity of her orgasm in a strange pain-pleasure complementary mix. Xia continued to spasm on Zhou's cock for long seconds as she moaned into Zhou's mouth in the middle of his passionate kiss. Finally, when he broke the kiss, Zhou looked at the dazed sex captive and put his hand around her throat, forcing her to look at him with her sexually sated eyes.
"Look at me bitch. I want to see your expression as I come inside you." Xia finally seemed to wake up as the enormity of what was to happen next hit her full force.
"No, Master! Please! I...I don't want to get pregnant!" Zhou ignored her, roaring as his cum shot through the tip of his penis, gushing into her deepest, innermost parts. He felt her hot pussy entrap his twitching cock as he spurted every last drop of seed into her aching cunt...leaving not a single sperm unspent. Slowly, as he returned to earth, his eyes fluttering, sated bliss coiling from his loins to the ends of every limb, Zhou wrapped his arms around Xia's waist and hugged her close.
"You are mine, bitch. Never forget that. If I want you to do have my babies, you'll birth my babies."
Xia's ragged voice was just above a whisper. "You bastard. You might have gotten me pregnant." Her voice was tinged with disbelief still, as if somehow the reality of her predicament hadn't hit home yet. Zhou whispered in her ear.
"Don't worry, bitch. I don't think you'll live that long." Xia's eyes widened as Wenzhu's whip slammed across her sensitive breasts again, her scream filling the room in what was, to Zhou Yongkang, the most pleasant song.
*****
Mei could only sit and watch the brutal whipping. Zhou pinned Xia's arms behind her back and held her against his chest as Wenzhu's whip smacked across Xia's breasts again and again and again, making her supple cones hypersensitive. The Chinese girl's wails bounced off the hotel room walls, only drowned out by the deluge of rain assaulting the rooftop above. Mei imagined the city of Beijing all around them, its people blithely going about their business oblivious to the rape of two helpless girls occurring here in this decrepit hotel suite.
She felt helpless, and despair put its claws around her heart. "Stop it! Stop hurting her!" Mei managed to shout. "Fuck me instead! Hurt me instead!" Mei didn't know where that kind of reckless courage had come from, but she found herself regretting her outburst as two sets of male eyes zeroed in on her.
"Perhaps the shorter cunt has a point," Zhou mused. To Mei's horror, she realized that Zhou's cock had slowly grown semi-rigid again in response to Xia's whipping. Zhou jerked his head toward the closet door. "Wenzhu, be so good as to bring out the 'play stool' for Xia's entertainment. She can ride it while we play with her friend.
Mei stood up and began backing toward the door, not liking where this was going. Wenzhu seemed to ignore her, though Mei was all too aware that he was following her progress toward the door in his peripheral vision. She couldn't run...not yet.
Both girls heard rummaging in the closet, and then Wenzhu emerged with a tall wooden stool, duct tape, and what looked to be a long rubber phallus with a metallic base. Mei's and Xia's eyes both widened at the sight of the long, pink shaft with its ribbed surface designed for maximum stimulation.
"I know what you're thinking," Zhou said. "That's one BIG vibrator. It's actually more than a vibrator, ladies. It's a full-fledged, pussy-pumping COCK. You'll see." As Zhou's words died away, they watched with trepidation as Wenzhu used the duct tape to secure the base of the cock. He flicked a switch at the base of it, and suddenly the cock rose up with a whirring click, thrusting upward and falling in a rhythmic frenzy. The thing didn't so much vibrate as rise a good 4-6 inches in the air with each upward fuck. It was a miniature sex machine.
Xia nearly fainted.
Wenzhu shut the artificial cock off and came toward Xia.
"No, please! Don't put me on that thing! NO!" Xia struggled in Zhou's arms, which earned her a slap on the cheek. That stunned her temporarily, just long enough to have Wenzhu drag her to the stool and lift her hips over the gigantic pink cock.
"Please, it's too big and it's got those nasty bumps! It'll tear my pussy!" Xia wailed.
"Shut up, bitch. Master Zhou's cum has your cunt nicely lubed. This'll slide in like it was meant to be inside you. Stop squirming." Xia gasped, her spine tightening and her mouth snapping open as Wenzhu pushed her hips down, impaling her despoiled pussy on the rubberized cock. He then proceeded to wrap duct tape binding her ankles to the stool legs and her wrists at her sides until she had no choice but to sit there, naked with her snatch stuffed fully by the bright pink shaft.
"Now you sit here and behave, and don't you DARE tip over the stool or I'll cut your nipples off!" Wenzhu growled, pinching both of the girl's nipples viciously for emphasis. Xia's plaintive groan cut off abruptly as Wenzhu switched the sex machine to 'High.' The dildo began pumping upward, battering the insides of her cunt ruthlessly as she squirmed, her jaw clenched as she tried to beg for mercy.
"P-please. It's too hard and fast! Make it go slower!!"
"Do you want me to gag you, bitch? Because I will if you don't keep your mouth shut," Wenzhu hissed. Xia pressed her lips together reluctantly, keeping her tormented sounds to a low-level groan.
Mei couldn't believe this happening. She turned to run. Zhou's hand snagged her slender wrist before she could.
"The birthday party's just started, slut. Where do you think you're going? I've gotten my second wind. Take a good look." Mei looked down and saw his reinvigorated cock in all its nasty glory, thick, throbbing and covered in pulsing veins. Zhou dragged her to the bed, throwing her down and spreading her legs wide. He spit several time in her pussy, lubricating the area with his saliva.
"Wait...no, please," was all Mei could mumble. Even as she thought about protesting, she watched poor Xia squirming on the mini sex machine which impaled her cunt with never-ending zeal. Xia's body trembled at the hard fucking it was receiving, her eyes watering at the overstimulation. Wenzhu stood beside her, idly stroking his forefinger across her clit. He seemed to take special delight in this little dose of pleasure which seemed to be driving Xia's young pussy toward a new buildup, toward ecstasy.
"Yes, little cunt. We're going to have so much fun with you. You'll come for us again and AGAIN against your will." Wenzhu leaned over, sucking on each of Xia's tits, nipping them with his teeth as her groans deepened.
Mei couldn't imagine what other horrors might be in store for them. The pale- skinned Chinese girl could only moan with anticipation as the tip of Zhou's bulbous cock head hung near her velvety soft opening. Zhou took the opportunity to snap a pair of handcuffs around each of her wrists while she was distracted, cuffing her hands to the headboard. Mei pulled uselessly at the restraints. Where had those come from and how had the bastard moved so quickly?
"Please Master you don't have to do that. I'll...I'll be good. I'll fuck you." The handcuffs were chafing her skin. At this rate they would be rubbed raw if she wasn't careful. Her pleading eyes asked for him to take them off. But like most pleas, the corrupt politician disregarded them.
"This enhances my pleasure," he said with a malevolent glimmer in his eyes. He then shoved the full length of his cock between her legs, impaling her heat with the most brutal thrust possible. Mei's scream surprised her; her virginity was torn away in one vicious stroke. Zhou looked down, one eyebrow raised.
"A virgin cunt? How special. How does it feel, to have a true cock in your pussy for the first time?" Zhou's hands gripped her shoulders, making it all the easier for him to shove her whole body down to meet his pulverizing fucks. Their bodies mingled like a lock and key, perfectly fitting and coming apart again and again to the sounds of feminine groans and masculine grunts. Zhou Yongkang may have been past his prime, but his body was still virile, his desire as voracious as his corrupt soul was greedy.
The politician slammed his cock into her core with a constant rhythm, admiring the shocked look on her face as he swiftly took her. "You haven't answered me yet, bitch! Answer me!" His hand wrapped around her throat, squeezing just enough to get her attention, and not enough to choke her.
She sputtered, her wrists flailing pointlessly. Her body arched upward, trying desperately to accommodate his vicious plunges, to make them less punishing. "Please be gentle Master! You're my first. I've never known a man. It hurts. My pussy hurts!"
"It won't for long," Zhou promised, his cock sliding more slowly now. He took a bottle of lubricant and briefly pulled out his cock, pouring some of the liquid between her labia. Then he plunged his fingers in, spreading the liquid around inside her channel. Mei bit her lip, gasping as the lubricant went from initially cold to a much more tantalizing warmth. Then Zhou was back inside her, pumping away as his buttocks clenched, his body straining with need and arousal.
"Aahhh. Fuck! Grind your hips, little cunt. Push your pussy down to meet me part way." Mei licked her lips, surprised by the sudden bloom of pleasure that the lubricated friction created in her moist depths. She pushed her crotch downward, meeting his yearning cock. Her groans had mellowed somewhat, no longer edged with the rawness of pain.
"Uhhh...I'm doing it," she gasped. "I'm shoving my pussy onto your cock. Just please be more gentle." For once the man seemed to actually relent and take his captive's pleas into account. He slowed the penetration to a lazy tempo, yet still filled her completely with each deep, plunging thrust.
"That's it. Good girl. Such a good fuck-slave I could make of you...Mmm. Squeeze your cunt around me. Welcome your Master's cock. Tell me how much you love being raped." As he said those appalling words, the old politician gripped her by the neck, fucking her furiously again. His cock make a quick slurping sound each time it vanished between her labia, sucked into the folds of her wet heat.
"Aaahhh..." Mei groaned. She decided to please him. Any other option seemed foolish, and she didn't want to end up like Xia, forced to ride some awful, inhuman sex machine. "Rape me. Fuck my pussy! Aaaahhh...your cock feels...ahh..."
"Feels WHAT? Say it, cunt!" He kissed her passionately, stifling her moans as his tongue darted between her lips for a wrestling match. As he plundered her mouth without mercy, she groaned, her hips rolling in welcome as the man's penis slammed so deeply, plowing her wetness.
"Good!" Mei crooned, aware that, as insane as it was, there was a shred of truth in the statement. Her hips seemed to belong to someone else. Instinctual feminine arousal seemed to have been awakened by the sensation of being cuffed helpless, naked to the bed, all while being raped ruthlessly by this animal of a man.
Zhou Yongkang's grunts had grown to a fevered pitch. He thrust into her with wild abandon now, and his voracious kisses kept distracting her even as the heat in her belly warmed to new heights.
In the background she was aware, out of the corner of her vision, of Xia's sudden scream of ecstasy. Apparently Wenzhu's fingers rubbing her clit had finally sent her over the edge. The slender girl squirmed, her pussy's spasms clear for all to see as her body shook, her nipples like pink little diamonds, so hard and aroused. Xia tipped backward, unable to stay upright. Mei could hear Wenzhu's disapproving words.
"I warned you, bitch. What did I say? NOT to tip over the stool." He drew out of his knife, and suddenly Mei's almost pleasant fucking with Zhou seemed to lose its luster as her heart reached out toward her friend. Mei felt fearful for Xia. There was no telling what that sadistic bodyguard might do. Mei felt her pussy clench, not from pleasure, but from sudden awareness and terror, although Zhou mistook it for pleasure instead.
"Yes, little cunt. Milk my balls and be a good little girl. You don't want to end up like your disobedient slut friend," Zhou growled.
Mei tried to turn away, but her curiosity won out. She watched as Wenzhu swept up his knife. He had caught the toppling stool, so Xia was still upright and riding that merciless sex machine. Wenzhu's cock looked rigid and almost angry. The veins along its length seemed to pulsate in time to the twitch on the left side of his face. "I told you not to topple over, bitch, but you just couldn't control yourself, could you? There are consequences to slaves who disobey. It's time you realized that." He brought the knife to her breasts, and Mei's heart leapt into her throat. Would he really cut off her nipples as he'd threatened?
Mei watched as Wenzhu lightly poked the tips of each of Xia's nipples with the point of his knife. Two tiny ribbons of blood snaked down her breasts, but the wounds were superficial - like shallow paper cuts. That didn't change the horror of being cut though, and Xia cried out.
"OW. Oh god, you cut me! Uhhh!!" Wenzhu leaned over, smothering each of Xia's nipples with his mouth until the tiny cuts had a chance to clot. The girl's sexy breasts were each crowned in a tiny scab that blended in with the pink flesh. When Wenzhu drew away, his fingers returned to her pubic mound, stroking and rubbing with tantalizingly gentle movements. His other hand gathered the long shiny hair at the nape of Xia's neck, forcing her head forward.
"Stop complaining, bitch. I had mercy on you. You get to keep your worthless nipples for the time being...but if you displease me again, I won't be so generous. Now I was kind enough to suck your nipples. I think it's time you sucked mine." Xia unwillingly captured Wenzhu's left nipple between her lips, licking and sucking on the flatter pink bud of her captor. Meanwhile Xia's moans sailed higher with each passing second. Wenzhu seemed determined to bring her back to the brink of orgasm. The fingers of his right hand were moving in flurries against her joy button even though her pussy had already coated the dildo of the sex machine in her fragrant juices after her last gushing.
When would this nightmare end? Would they even live to tell their story to anyone? Mei wondered these things as Zhou finally clenched his hands around her neck, his explosion imminent.
"Here, bitch. Take my seed!" Zhou roared. As the man's cock twitched inside her, Mei could feel the scalding, gooey cum filling up her torn pussy, the excess cum seeping onto the bed as he pulled out. Zhou turned back toward Wenzhu with a commanding voice. "Once you're done playing with that willowy cunt, bring her over here to lick my cum off these sheets. That bitch is going to earn her keep if she expects me to keep her alive."
"Yes, Master," Wenzhu replied, his fingers working furiously on the girl's overstimulated clit. His mouth found Xia's, stifling her pleas for him to stop even as her sore breasts felt brutalized by his other roaming, groping hand.
*****
One Hour Later...
Mei felt her insides ache with every movement. Her pussy felt raw from Zhou's savage fucking. She was still cuffed to the bed, and now Xia was cuffed to the bed lying face-up beside her. They had forced Xia to not only lick up Zhou's foul seed from the sheets, but also to lick out Mei's sticky cunt until it was free of Zhou's spunk. Xia had spoken not a word since the men had cuffed her to the bed and left them alone in the hotel room. Mei was worried, not just about their situation, but about Xia's state of mind.
Her best friend seemed distant, no longer herself. Obviously they were in this nightmare together, and Mei didn't expect Xia to act as if nothing was wrong. But her friend seemed to have disengaged, going into some state of shock.
"Xia..." She turned. Silence reigned - or at least as close to silence as one could get with the rain storm still raging overhead. Mei imagined the flooded streets of Beijing below. The glistening surfaces of sidewalks, curbs, and sleek sedans blurring around corners with engines gunning as their impatient drivers looked forward to getting home. The overcast gray of the city had dimmed to near-black. Night would come quickly to cover the world like an ocean of spilled ink.
"Xia...I'm sorry they made you..." It was too awkward to say the words. Mei was stunned though at Xia's response.
"Sorry they made me swallow the cum that leaked out of your pussy? Sorry that they whipped my breasts without mercy while you just watched?" Xia's words stung like the bite of a whip too. Mei stuttered, then clamped her mouth shut in disbelief. Was that a look of accusation on Xia's face? Had Xia forgotten that Mei had been forced to do things too? It was Mei who had been forced to suck on Xia's clit while Xia rode Zhou Yongkang's cock on the sofa. Anger crept into Mei's heart.
"What...what are you saying?" Mei asked, trying to keep her voice neutral.
Xia had refused to turn or look at Mei. Now she finally did, swiveling her aching body onto her side so that they could see each other. Nothing was hidden. Their smooth bellies, exquisitely curved breasts and thoroughly-fucked pussies were bare, no barrier left between these two fellow captives besides the barriers in their minds. The emotions and devastation churning inside each girl's heart.
"I'm saying that you could have at least tried to escape. When Zhou had me on his lap and Wenzhu went to go retrieve that twisted sex machine, you could have RUN!"
"I didn't because of YOU," Mei fired back. Her friend was a damn idiot. Mei's anger burrowed deeper, her irritation on the rise. "What were the chances of me getting away or getting help? Almost zero. The two guards who kidnapped us are probably keeping watch. And what do you think Zhou and Wenzhu would have done to you, even if I had gotten out?"
Mei almost laughed bitterly. How crazy was this. They had been best friends only hours ago, and now, thrust into this unimaginable situation, they were blaming each other. Pointing fingers. The world didn't make any sense. Two carefree girls who had had life seemingly laid out before them on a platter were now learning that evil did exist, and if they weren't careful it would take everything from them.
Mei was determined not to let that happen, not that it mattered. She was having difficulty believing that escape had the glimmer of a chance.
Xia still hadn't said anything in response to Mei's outburst. To Mei's disappointment, Xia rolled onto her back again, staring listlessly up at the plaster ceiling, so Mei tried a different tack. "Xia, we can't blame each other. That's not a road that's going to lead us anywhere useful. If we're going to escape, it's going to have to be something calculated. Not spur of the moment. The stakes are too high. I don't want to lose you."
"Did you like it?" Xia blurted out.
"Like what?"
A tear streaked down Xia's face. "I felt you slurping up my juices. You liked it, didn't you? I could feel your tongue greedily slurping up my fluids while Zhou fucked me. You helped them rape me, and you actually liked it." Xia's voice sounded so disgusted. It made Mei's stomach twist.
"I..." What could Mei say? I didn't mean to like the taste of your pussy? I didn't anticipate how much I would be willing to do anything just to give you a little pleasure in the middle of this hellish ordeal? Those were the words Mei wanted to say.
Instead she just said, "I...look Xia, you're my best friend. I love you." She waited for Xia to turn, to roll over and look at her. When she didn't, she sighed but plowed ahead. It took a lot of courage to say what she said next. "Truth is, YES, I did like the way you tasted. I know how wrong that sounds. But that wasn't why I did it. I knew he was hurting you. I was willing to do anything to distract you from the pain of being raped. I thought...I thought that by pleasuring you down there, I would at least...at least help," she finished lamely.
Xia chuckled, but it was filled with bitterness. "You thought that having my best friend coax my body to betray me while I was being raped would HELP me?" Xia turned away, and the words she said were the most hurtful yet. "In some ways, maybe you're as bad as them."
Mei was stunned. Absolutely stunned. She felt the hurt of those words like acid splashed in her face. She refused to let it affect her though. Xia didn't know what she was saying. She was traumatized by what had just happened to her. They both were.
Yet before Mei could say anything else, the hotel room door swung open with a rusty creak. Wenzhu walked in wearing a smart suit and tie. He looked like a character from a James Bond film, his clean-shaven face and sunglasses making him the epitome of suave. The muscular bodyguard put the glasses on the nearby nightstand and proceeded to strip methodically. Finally he was naked, just as before, his masculinity just as delectable. His lean torso was buff, the scar on his chin giving him a ruggedly handsome look. Only his eyes ruined the effect, cold and lifeless as a demon's.
"Well, well ladies. Did you miss me?" Wenzhu's cock sprang to life, rigid and pulsing. "Master Zhou will be returning this afternoon with his son. Apparently he's decided to share you. Thinks you can help make a man out of his worthless son. He's free to do what he pleases, of course...but for now I have a little free time. It'll be an hour or so before he gets here, and I plan to make good use of that time."
Wenzhu leaned over Xia, his index finger slipping between the folds of her pussy. Xia moaned, squirming and wishing she could press her legs together and keep the bastard's finger from invading her most intimate sex.
As Wenzhu idly pumped his finger like a tiny cock through Xia's core, a cruel smile transformed his face. "Yes, I have just enough time to fuck you two sluts hard and get you cleaned up before Zhou and Shen arrive. Which one of you wants to be first?"
Xia turned her head away, her eyes squeezed shut. "Uhhh...stop it, you sick fuck. Stop touching me!" Mei saw the anger start to flare in Wenzhu's eyes. Xia was not playing this smart. She was going to get herself hurt, and bad. Before this could get any worse, Mei decided to intervene.
"Please, Sir. Fuck me. Tear my pussy out with that hard cock. I'll be a good fuck-slave, I promise." Mei thrust her chest forward, using her supple tits as the ultimate enticement. Wenzhu took the bait, licking his lips as he walked around to her side of the bed and thankfully left Xia alone. He sat beside the shorter girl, his hands stroking her smooth belly and then softly pinching her nipples into tight little buds, then roving down her legs, now tracing the delicate border of her labia. Staring at her opened sex, bare and helpless before him.
"Hmm. Not a bad idea, but of course there's one more thing to be done. I want this recorded for personal viewing enjoyment for the foreseeable future. A memento of my Master's birthday treat." As he said this he stood up, walked away, and they heard him rummaging in a duffel bag he'd left near the door when he'd come inside. Xia and Mei exchanged glances. Could the sicko actually be planning to record them both being raped? Soon enough the two girls found, to their shock and disgust, that it was true.
Wenzhu set up a digital camera on the stool, turned it on and began recording with it facing the bed. He then walked over to Mei's side of the bed. Mei looked up, his cock swinging ominously above her naked form.
"Please Sir, be gentle with me. I'll be a good slave." He seemed to like the word 'slave.' His cock strained harder the moment the word left Mei's pretty mouth. He slid onto the bed, his hand slipping underneath her ass.
"Flip onto your stomach, bitch. I want to fuck you from behind." Mei grimaced as the cuffs twisted, but she managed to flip over on her belly as the cruel bodyguard pushed her knees forward, raising her ass up so that he had easy access to her exposed love hole. He then slowly nudged his raging hard-on between her legs, letting her feel every inch of him as it sank home deeply.
"Aaahh. Still nice and tight, bitch. Let's get a rhythm going. Move your ass back. Meet my fucks." Mei groaned, her body aching from her last coupling with Zhou even as Wenzhu's cock slammed repeatedly to the hilt. His testicles slapped in a rhythmic cadence against the backs of her thighs as his manhood dominated her, filling her like a sword ramming home into her feminine sheath. She felt the cuffs press against her now sore wrists, the skin starting to become raw from the constant pulverizing thrusts that had her desperately gripping onto the headboard. The constant pounding was soon joined by Wenzhu's strong hands sliding underneath her torso, cupping her tits for leverage and squeezing tightly as his cock plowed through her cunt like a battering ram.
"Please, Sir. I said gentle!" Mei squealed. The creamy-breasted girl could protest all she wanted, but Wenzhu seemed not to care. The big, muscular bodyguard of the notoriously corrupt Zhou Yongkang fucked her without mercy, watching with delight as his cock vanished into her tight channel again and again and again. Eventually he reached down, rubbing her clit with one hand as his cock continued to stroke her cunt walls, ricocheting to create new sensations each time he changed the angle of his fucks ever so slightly.
Their coupling continued, reaching a crescendo as Wenzhu grasped Mei's lush, red-dyed hair, yanking her head backward as the Chinese girl screamed. Wenzhu growled his release, pumping spooge into her now slick and sticky cunt. He turned her over, fingering her all the while as her mewls turned into half- aroused moans.
"You like that, slut. Look at your messy pussy. That's my cum dribbling out of your worthless hole. Look at you, nothing but a fuck-toy to be used. Never forget what you are," he hissed, rubbing her clit furiously yet deftly until she found herself groaning, her crotch thrusting forward to meet his thumb and forefinger as they applied their insistent pressure. The hood of her clitoris, which was now hard as a thumb tack, felt the sudden nip of Wenzhu's teeth, and Mei suddenly realized that the bodyguard was actually kneeling with his face pressed against her cum-soaked snatch, nibbling on her clitoris until he had her exactly where he wanted her.
"Come for me, bitch. In my mouth!" he growled, slurping on her sex as the moment of truth came. Mei's body writhed back and forth, her breasts aching with the same desire that was now flooding her loins...making her pussy spew sweet nectar on her rapist's tongue. Mei thrashed and squealed as she lost control. She smelled her own fluids as her pussy spasmed, gushing happily into Wenzhu's waiting mouth. Her body was betraying her in the most basic way, and she found her cheeks red with shame as Wenzhu rose off of the bed, his chin and jaw glistening with the evidence of her lust.
"Damn, bitch. You really are a born fuck-slave, aren't you? Perhaps Master Zhou will keep you around longer than his last batch of girl-slaves." That last sentence chilled Mei's heart. What did he mean? They had to get out of here. Oh god...were they going to just murder them once they were finished with her and Xia? Is that what Zhou did to the girls whom his men captured?
Mei tried to slow her rampaging heartbeat as Wenzhu shifted over to Xia.
"Your turn, sweetie." He managed to slide underneath her, shifting as the slim Chinese girl looked at him with obedient, listless eyes. Her wrists were twisted just as Mei's had been, and Mei was sure that Xia was feeling the discomfort. She wasn't sure whether Wenzhu was taking some kind of potency medicine, but she was shocked to see his cock still rock-hard and erect. The tall, throbbing penis pressed against Xia's belly as she straddled the man's hips.
"All right, slut. Let's get your cunt busted on my nasty cock. I think it's still coated with your friend's juices too. Isn't that appropriate?" Wenzhu's cruel words didn't seem to faze Xia. The traumatized girl simply lowered her sexy snatch onto her rapist's cock as he lined up his manhood between her cunt lips. Xia moaned, her slender body humping with wild abandon almost right away. Wenzhu's head whipped forward as he bit her nipples. The scabs on Xia's abused nipples opened afresh as Wenzhu proceed to suckle on them. Clearly their sick tormentor knew no boundaries. Mei shuddered as she watched Xia's ordeal.
Mei imagined the digital camera recording every agonizing moment. Recording the sight of Xia's cute buttocks bouncing up and down on Wenzhu's vigorous shaft. His gigantic tower of hardened flesh seemed to impale her so hard that it was a wonder her pussy could take it all in without having Wenzhu's cock slam past her cervix and skewer her womb. Xia's moans were timed to the pummeling each time she bottomed out on his cock, feeling his heat stab into her tight, raw-rubbed core.
"Yes, bitch. FUCK ME. Aaahhh...you're even tighter than your slut friend," Wenzhu sighed.
Xia was on autopilot. She was fucking him like a zealous sex doll, her body simply going through the motions as her spirit seemed to die within. Mei wanted to reach out to her, to urge her to come back to the land of the living. We need to escape, she wanted to tell her friend. We need to use our heads. Yet as Mei watched Xia impale her pussy on Wenzhu's cock with frenzied obedience, the reality of opportunity actually flashed inside her mind's eye.
Mei waited for the perfect moment. Wenzhu's eyes fluttered closed as he grunted more deeply. This was the sign of impending release. Sure enough, soon his hands were clenched along Xia's sides, knuckles white, as he roared his release, millions of sperm housed in sticky white goo filling Xia's sore sex. Xia gyrated her hips, milking the last drops of seed from Wenzhu's testicles as the man's cock lay still nestled inside her, still semi-hard even after his amazing orgasm.
Mei moved like lightning or a woman on speed. She twisted her torso and brought her legs around. Unlike her wrists, both her legs were free - and her leg muscles were stronger than most people would have guessed. She pressed her legs in a scissors-swipe around Wenzhu's neck, cutting off his air flow as he tried to rise up. Xia's eyes widened in surprise as she realized what her friend was attempting to do.
To Xia's credit, the slender girl tightened her hips around Wenzhu's waist, keeping him from surging up to a sitting position as Mei continued to strangle him. The rapist tried to rise up repeatedly, tried to move. His eyes bulged with anger, but soon that was overtaken by the desperation of fear. Mei had no time to feel the satisfaction of revenge as her legs tightened further, a noose made up of bones and muscle. A woman's strength was not in her arms, but in her legs, and she used that to her full advantage. Mei kept up the pressure, crushing his airway until he sagged unconscious on the bed. The bastard deserved far worse.
Mei turned to look at Xia, who was now scrambling off of Wenzhu's lifeless body as cum oozed from her raped pussy. Mei looked over at the universal key to their handcuffs which lay on the nightstand across the way, next to Xia's side of the bed. Wenzhu had carelessly tossed it there, not realizing how far both girls could extend their legs.
Of course he hadn't expected that a girl would respond to his intimidation and torture with force of her own either. Then again, corrupt politicians didn't always attract the most intelligent followers. Whatever strength Wenzhu had, it had been more than cancelled out by his overconfidence.
Mei jerked her head in the direction of the key.
"We don't have much time, Xia. I care about you and I'm getting us the hell out of here. But you're going to have to do your part. Get us that key." Xia turned, still coming out of shock at what they had just done, disabling one of their captors.
"Can you reach it?" Mei asked urgently. Xia snaked her legs outward, her big toe sliding over the nightstand, trying to snag that precious item. She jerked her foot and the key landed on the bed, not within reach of her hands yet...but that was soon fixed. Xia shifted, using her foot to edge the key closer to the headboard, until eventually she was able to put her fingers on it.
"Got it!" Xia whispered, and there was hope in her voice for the first time. The distant, listless Xia was gone, replaced by the best friend Mei knew so well.
They were getting out of here. Escape was no longer a fantasy. And one thing was certain. Zhou Yongkang would pay.
THE END
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_I hope you enjoyed the story. Feedback and comments much appreciated, even if it's just a simple 'I liked it' or 'You could have done X, Y or Z better.' Disclaimer: all characters in the story are 18 or older, and all events are entirely fictitious. Remember, this is a fantasy. Always follow your dreams, the darker and kinkier the better!_
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19,633 | Zi (and Her Sister) | TheEnglishWriter | NonConsent/Reluctance | 2013-11-29 | 2013-11-29 | 2022-01-01 15:51:44 | 1 | literotica.com | https://www.literotica.com/s/zi-and-her-sister | One seduction opens the door to another. | ['Anal', 'Blindfold', 'Fingering', 'Incest', 'Persuasion', 'Squirting'] | 3.79 | The thought appeared in my mind just a moment before the hand did. Instinct expressed itself in a scream. Muffled, drowned by a familiar voice whispering instructions. "Don't stop on my account."
Fear and excitement, two sides of the same coin, surged through my already engorged veins, my body tensed like a bow, fingers frozen.
"Keep thinking those dirty thoughts, Zi, now that you have a face to project them onto."
A calm was descending inside as trance like, my fingers resumed their gentle strumming. His face, like a sunrise, appeared behind my lids and burnt away the fog of fear. The man I'd had in my apartment, showing him off to my sister, but whom I'd been too nervous to hit on. A second hand snaked across me, flitting by my ear, neck, shoulder, easing my unbuttoned blouse aside, before sliding across my engorged breast. He took it in his hand, lifted & squeezed, juice dribbling out of my cunt as if they were connected.
"I'm going to take my hand away now. I'm not going to hear anything other than your moans, am I?"
I shook your head.
"Keep your eyes shut."
I obeyed, mesmerised, like prey before a cobra. The material was soft and comforting as he lay it across my eyes, then deftly tied behind. With vision gone, my other senses heightened, touch tingled as his hand joined mine at my cunt's portal.
"I'm going to fuck you with your own finger now, Zi, like it's a dildo." It slid between my tight folds so easily, like they were made for each other. A whimper escaped my lips; my hand was helpless in his, him helping me to do what I had been about to, before this... interruption.
"More fingers, that's what you want, isn't it? Something thicker."
I did want that. When I'd woken up in the early hours, all the sounds told me I was the only one awake. I'd been hungry, with an itch, but my own fingers, I thought, were going to be my only company. This was far more enticing, and if he was going to finger me, how long before we were fucking?
He slid his finger in alongside mine, and I was transfixed by this shared intimacy. His hand around mine as we finger fucked my cunt together. The new sensations were to the power of two, feeling our digits invading my warmth, feeling my warmth enveloping my finger, nestled next to his. I could feel the folds of my cunt against my fingertip as his hand guided us in and out.
"I knew you were as sensual as this the moment I saw you, Zi. Now you know why I want to finger you so much, don't you Zi? To feel you enslaved by my touch."
He pulled our fingers out of my hungry cunt, a moan escaping my lips. Unconsciously my hips arched, greedily searching for a renewed touch. Too late, they'd departed, taking a journey over my belly and through the valley between my breasts.
"Two warm fingers, soaked with your juices, Zi. Whose mouth will they feed?"
I opened mine, yearning for that taste. It didn't come. I heard his mouth suck, felt my finger enveloped by his lips, then it was reluctantly dragged back to my well as his mouth descended on mine. A cocktail assaulted my mouth, a mix of a familiar taste and something new. His tongue found mine, flicking like a snake's, and I reciprocated as we tested each others chemicals. And now there were three fingers fucking me as my hand pulled his head in tight....
"Can you be quiet, Zi? Will you keep it inside as I finger fuck you? Your sister, in the next room. Just a door away, and you know how noise carries in this place. Will your moans wake her? Will she come padding out, half asleep, and see you like this? My fingers in your cunt, Zi, and your juice seeping out. What will she think if she sees you like this? What will she think when she sees you with my fingers in your arse?"
His words put me on edge, the element of danger exciting me further, but at the last revelation I stiffened, his fingers suddenly tighter in my cunt. It didn't stop him, and I took my cue & moved position to help him pot my brown. He continued his whispered dialogue...
"You want this, don't you, Zi? You want me to finger your arse until you squirt, don't you?"
I bit my lip as his finger circled & pressed against my starfish. With our fingers no longer plugging me, I was overflowing, my juice was trickling out and over my arse. I could feel him smearing it, gathering it on his finger, that finger circling my backdoor in slow circle, each time pressing against this taboo hole, each time sinking a little more of his finger in. In and out, he was finger fucking my ass, Even with two fingers in, discomfort was drowned out by pleasure.
"Do you know what, Zi? Even if she doesn't wake, after I've done you I'm going to do her. I know how she looked at me during dinner. You know too. You saw the way she didn't take her eyes off me. She didn't make a move, we're both guests in your flat, after all. But we both know she wanted to, don't we? You both wanted me, I could read it in your eyes. The two of you have shared so much, but you haven't shared a guy yet, have you?"
My breath was escaping in laboured gasps. I wanted to protect my younger sister, but I was too greedy for this. He was fucking me faster, and my fingers were drawn to my clit in a daze. An itch that needed to be scratched. He was making me helpless, my mind on one thing only.
"I'm going to creep into her room and slip into bed with her. She might stir, thinking it's her big sis come to keep her warm like in the old days. She might roll over, against me, feel my warmth, feel my... hard cock. I'll tell her the same as I told you, whisper that she has to be quiet so she doesn't wake you. She's not quiet though, is she Zi? She won't be quiet when we're fucking, will she? And you, will you answer her siren call then? Will you finally do what you've always wanted, sit on her face and present her with your still dripping cunt? Your little sis, licking your cunt as we kiss & I fuck her."
That did it. His finger, my fingers, those words, taunts and threats, they pushed me over the edge. I shouldn't, but I had to, I couldn't stop myself. I howled and gasped as it swept over me, felt a release from my cunt, heard my juice spraying. The bastard, he'd made me squirt like he said I would, and now he was going to fuck my sister. WE were going to fuck her... |
19,634 | Zip Tied byHigh Class Black Lesbian | Alluring_Crimson_Shifter | NonConsent/Reluctance | 2016-09-17 | 2016-09-17 | 2022-01-01 15:51:45 | 1 | literotica.com | https://www.literotica.com/s/zip-tied-byhigh-class-black-lesbian | Scandalous Clandestine Long Black Clit Rendezvous. | ['Anal', 'Flash', 'Gay', 'High Heels', 'Interracial', 'Lesbian', 'Pee', 'Public', 'Role Play', 'Swallow Cum'] | 4.2 | Alexander was looking out of the space station window and started to notice an odd phenomenon. As an astronaut and physicist, he noticed a lattice of light beams like strange lightning in outer space and some of them had curves seeming to defy the laws of physics. The light beams seemed to interconnect in nodes, but pulsed, fused, sparked, and sparkled, then darkened out, but coming back in different patterns. Some seemed to pulse inbound, and others outbound from the nodes. He felt fortunate to have been raised and educated in an advanced country to witness and grasp such phenomenon. "Hey Thomas, come and look at this," he said to his fellow astronaut. "It is the first time I have seen this phenomenon, this may be a historic sighting. Maybe it is a new technology. Some of those light beams have curves."
Thomas came over to the window in time to see several strands of the light beams reach all the way down to several country locations on Earth below. "Wow, what is that?"
Thomas saw that one of the beams flashed down through the clouds to New Chicago, a city on the East Coast of the North American Continent.
Making conversation Thomas remarked, "That is interesting. I have never seen anything like that. Hey, not to change the subject, but looking over the Earth down there don't you wonder how certain countries get swayed into things that don't make sense?"
"How so?" Alexander was willing to have conversation in the space station because it does get lonely and a variety of conversational topics was welcome, such as talking about their loving wives, or even sex. Alexander was looking over the Earth and was casually wondering how many really beautiful women there were, and the best places on Earth where one might find them. He was starting to get a hard on just visualizing naked women from other parts of the world.
"Well you know, like when the leader of a country goes against the citizens wishes. Or like when an election goes the opposite way than most voters want. Or even when news media seems to mislead the public."
They broke into silence as each got lost in their own thoughts.
One of the beams they saw that went down to New Chicago ended on the surface of a black limo traveling down a boulevard. Inside the limo was Alice, a trim and classy black lady. Sitting across from her was Jose, a Hispanic male.
Alice was drinking and felt a little bit naughty. She let her hem line ride up, and as she moved to refill her drink, she let her legs spread a little. Wearing bright white panties she knew Jose would get a squirrel shot. Her slinky panties showed off her pussy bulge and had a little white bow above which was a little window opening that allowed her long black clit to push out. After a minute she glanced over and saw Jose was getting a tent in his pants. Flagrantly she exposed more of her pussy bulge to tease him.
Jose was a very professional secret service man but he couldn't help but smile.
Alice flashing her pussy asked, "Do you like what you see?"
"Of course," Jose replied with a hint of excitement.
"I tried a new bubble bath and a new cologne this morning, would you like to see how good it smells?" Alice now had her legs wide open.
Jose nodded.
"Come closer and put your head right here so you can smell how sweet it is."
Jose bent over and leaned forward.
Alice put her hand on the back of his head and drew him in closer and rubbed his nose on her clit. "Smell it long and deep." She drew his lips across her clit, and up her long thick clit hood.
"Mmm, good," Jose said.
"Put my long black clit in your lips... Lick it.... Now suck it....Take the end of the bow in your teeth and pull so it comes undone."
Jose followed her wishes. Undoing the bow released her panty bulge flap allowing it to drop down and exposed her flowery engorged pussy lips, and entire crotch.
Alice dragged his lips up and down her pussy lips. "Lick and suck every bit of it." She let him suck both of her flowery black pussy lips. "Lick and kiss the insides of my pussy lips and every crevice...Lick my pee hole....Lick all the way down to my ass crack."
As he licked down to her ass crack he could feel her skin, and taste it. His tongue caught between both ass cheeks as he licked past the dark brown wrinkles of her asshole. She pulled his head back upward but hesitated while he rimmed her asshole. Bringing his tongue all the way back to her clit she let him lick and suck until she came. "Stick your tongue deep in my pussy and lick it out." His high definition tooth cam, and contact lens cam took very good video of even the most intimate details.
Meanwhile across the city, another of the beams came through the atmosphere to a convention hall and briefly caused a halo around the room, much like a weak camera flash, but more centered around Henok. A secret service agent with a vest camera watched as Henok's face was placed to a fold in an Arab robe. All but the base of a cock was engulfed by Henok's mouth. The Arab was pulling Henok's arrogant head by the ears, and was strongly face fucking Henok. Soon he was straining, and you could see Henok swallow. "Suck it clean," the man said.
Dutifully Henok sucked and licked the cock clean and then his face was placed inside the fold of the robe and was told, "Suck my balls." Henok's head was covered completely by the robe for a minute, but as he switched balls the robe came open and Henok could be seen sucking balls and drawing in the musky odor, while giving a handjob.
About a dozen Arab men came up for their turn. They pulled Henok's pants down to his ankles, zip tied his arms behind him, and made him take a wire tooth brace with dental cam in place; and then a tunnel cock gag with camera in his mouth. Each of them took turns at his mouth, and the mouth gag camera caught cum spurting on his tongue, roof of his mouth, and into his throat with swallowing. Soon the men draped Henok over a table top, lubed and inserted an anal tunnel plug with LEDs and cameras around the inside lip and inflated it some to hold it in place. They lubed it and began taking turns. The video captured cum shooting deep inside his rectum.
When they were done, they sat him up and asked him on camera, "Do you like to eat our cum?"
Henok nodded and smiled, "Yes, it is very good."
"Would you give us a hand job anytime?"
"Yes."
"Are you grateful to get fucked in the ass?"
Henok admitted, "Yes. Thank you."
One man took his sandals off, "Here lick the bottom of my feet and be humble."
Henok kissed the bottom of each sandal, then thoroughly licked each foot when presented to him. They placed Henok back on the table again, and the man spanked his ass with the sandals. Henok would soon develop a fetish for feet and toes, as well as spanking.
They pulled the camera tunnel plug out of his ass, cut the zip ties on his wrists, and allowed him to pull his pants up and put his shirt tail in.
Within minutes Henok was at the podium in front of the audience. Controlling his emotions, Henok took out a hanky and wiped the corner of his mouth as if to get a drop of sweat, but it was cum. He had to dab at it a couple times because it had started to dry on his skin. One could see his ears sticking out more than usual, and his mouth before talking seemed to have a stretched look. If one had a high resolution camera in the audience at that moment they would have been able to capture a picture of a dark pubic hair caught in his teeth. Henok began his speech to the audience in regard to the energy deals he had struck with the Arabs.
"On behalf of my country, we apologize for the disruptions to your economy, and our aggressive import taxes. We agree to wave the import taxes, and we promise to protect your country at our expense." Henok's speech was more like surrender than direction from a powerful leader.
After the speech the secret service pulled him to the side. "Henok we have a serious breach of security. We must have a spy mole in our midst; our defense missions have been compromised. Of course your safety is of concern also."
By this time Alice was arriving at the diplomatic summit in New Chicago. She was escorted to the Ballroom where there was an open floor with buffet and drinks on tables all around. Worldly matters were being discussed all around the floor. It was an event of high class intrigue. Small group discussions would break up and reform with different participants and discussions. Alice joined one group and the discussion was women's rights. There were mostly Eastern European participants. A diplomat's loving wife was in that group and Alice noticed she had a nice figure and not quite olive colored skin, and a see through rose colored chiffon silk dress that clung to her form. Alice winked at her flirting, and saw her eyes widen.
Alice walked over to meet her when she went behind the petition toward the kitchen hallway where the drama began. "Hi, what is your name? You are so beautiful."
"Ayala," said the young wife.
"I love your hair," said Alice.
"Thank you."
"Oh what pretty ear rings, those look so beautiful." Alice reached up to touch an earring and get a closer look while letting her fingers brush Ayala's ear, and the neck behind the ear. Alice wanted to see if Ayala was bicurious. Ayala started getting a rosy luster to her face.
Ayala was a little scared and trembling because she knew of the first lady's fondness of women, and her power. Ayala's husband was in discussion groups and did not know she had slipped out of sight.
Alice feeling romantic, continued to flirt, making a fuss about Ayala's nice dress, feeling down the side of it and momentarily tracing Ayala's bra strap and on down her side to the band of her panties. She said, "This is so soft and sexy."
"Thank you." Ayala was warming to Alice.
Alice's finger traced the band of Ayala's panties across the small of her back and let another finger drift over the crack of her ass. Alice loved the feel of her body. "I bet you are even more stunning in a bathing suit. I would love to see you in a bikini or a thong, or even posing nude. Bring your drink I want to show you something." Alice wanted to romance the beautiful woman.
They walked from the back of the kitchen into a narrow hall of unused rooms. The lights were dim. Alice pulled a lingerie blindfold out and put it over Ayala's eyes. The hall turned at the end of the building, and came to a dead end and a door to a corner room. Alice opened the door and beckoned Ayala in. Ayala was trembling in suspense.
Alice said, "Stay quiet." Alice set up a camera to capture all the events. Alice was dominant. "Trust me. I need to pull your arms out of your sleeves." Without further explanation Alice unzipped and unfastened the back of Ayala's dress, and let it fall over her shoulders, helping her out of the sleeves. She also let the bra straps fall. Alice took a few pictures with the fallen dress, with exposed breasts. With the bright flash and the thin material, the pictures also captured her nice figure and panties.
"Your husband has some important dealings tonight and you wouldn't want to spoil them would you?" Alice was making an effort to sound gentle.
"No."
"Okay, now I am going to test you." Alice grabbed the hair on the back of Ayala's head and pulled her head to her boob as she exposed her boob. "Now suck and lick my tit and give it royal treatment with your mouth. Lick the puffy long black nipple and suck it."
Ayala submissively licked and sucked. Alice presented both boobs and long black puffy nipples. She seemed to like it.
"She is bi-curious," Alice thought to herself. "I will teach her discipline.
While this was going on, Alice exposed Ayala's beautiful brown puffy nipples, tweaked and twisted them and fondled her boobs. Letting Ayala's dress fall to her waist, Alice started licking and sucking Ayala's boobs. She licked a trail up to her neck and to the small of her neck and behind her ears. Alice could feel Ayala's body heat up. She kissed and licked back along her jaw line to her lips and kissed Ayala, licking her lips and nose. At the same time she let one hand drop along Ayala's belly to her panties.
Alice slowly felt the Ayala's pussy mound, the clit tunnel, and lightly across her clit. Alice cupped Ayala's pussy in her hand over the panties, and let her hand drift lightly over her pussy lips and all the way down her crotch until almost snagging her vagina opening and then across her anus until her fingers were clamped by both ass cheeks. Slowly Alice drew her hand back up, exploring the pussy forms through the panties until she reached the top, and then let her hand drift under the band of the panties and down through the pubic hair.
Alice teased the clit hood and cupped Ayala's pussy in her hand. The light pubic hair and the firm form of her pussy felt good in her hand. She lightly pumped her hand until Ayala was starting to hump against her hand. This went on for a long time, and Alice sensed just the right small motions that turned Ayala on. She could feel heat coming from Ayala's pussy. Alice teased the clit head some more and then lightly traced the edges of her pussy lips up and down on the inside, and on the outside. Alice let a finger trace the inner crack of Ayala's pussy, teasing the pee hole momentarily and then letting the finger drift into her wet vagina. Alice was pleased to find it very wet. She wanted the taste of pussy cum on her tongue in desperation.
Ayala was almost breathless.
Alice silently kissed her way down Ayala's sensual belly, letting Ayala's dress fall all the way to the floor. As her mouth reached the band of Ayala's panties she pulled the panties down and the pubic hair started dancing on Alice's lips. Alice continued to kiss further down at the same time pulling Ayala's panties down and letting them drop to her ankles. Alice guided and pushed Ayala down on a bed, pulled the rest of Ayala's clothes off and started licking her naked pussy. Ayala started humping with every lick or kiss to her clit. Alice purposely took a long time building up the sexual tension. When Ayala started to hump and clinch her butt cheeks in climax, Alice put her tongue in the pussy and licked all the pussy juice that flowed out. This was Ayala's first time lesbian experience.
Before Ayala could re-compose, Alice had lifted her hands to the head board, and with a cloth covering, zip tied her hands out stretched to the headboard. She lifted one of Ayala's legs and turned her to expose a butt cheek. Alice started spanking her, saying "You are going to do everything I tell you, and it better stay between us. Got it?"
"Yes." Ayala said in surprise.
Quickly Alice fitted a mouth gag to Ayala. Then she fitted BDSM straps to each ankle, and zip tied through steel loops to the bed post. Ayala was now on her back with legs spread, an exhibitionist for Alice.
Alice stripped her own clothes off, and crawled onto the bed. Cradling her pussy on Ayala's ankle, Alice humped for a minute because it felt good. Now she dragged her pussy all the way up the leg to Ayala's hip. Alice turned around and set her pussy onto Ayala's and started humping. "Come on hump back, uplift your crotch, you better make it feel good on me." Alice had to feel Ayala's clit against her own, and dragged her pussy up and down it such that she could feel Ayala's clit drag up and down the inner most parts of her pussy crack.
Alice stuck two fingers in Ayala's pussy while she humped. She could feel more wetness and massaged her G-spot. Alice brought her pussy up to Ayala's tits and humped her pussy in every direction on each of her boobs, feeling the nipples drag her inner pussy crack all the way to her vagina taking the time to feel each nipple in her vagina as far as they would go. She repositioned and put each of Ayala's nipples in her open gaping asshole one at a time.
Soon Alice turned back around and brought her pussy to Ayala's face, rubbing her entire crotch over Ayala's lips teaching her oral sex. "Lick it Bitch, lick it all. Leave your tongue out." Alice loved to get her pussy licked and eaten. She dragged her crotch up and over Ayala's nose and back down to her lips, then turned around and repeated, feeling Ayala's nose between her pussy lips, and dragged her pussy mound to the bridge of her nose so her clit was rubbing her forehead. Now she turned around again sitting with her nose between her pussy lips and the clit was rubbing the tip of her nose.
Alice repositioned the camera. She loved foreign pussy, exotic pussy.
Alice sat on Ayala's mouth and said, "Now rim my asshole, and stick your tongue in it."
Finally Alice said, "Lick my clit and suck it, keep doing it until I tell you to eat my pussy cum." This did not take long.
Now Alice had pictures of Ayala in very personal and compromising positions. She had high definition pictures of every part of Ayala's body and could use them in the future.
Using anal lube, Alice slowly worked a finger into Ayala's asshole, taking the time for her to adjust and relax. She pushed it in and out slowly, added more lube and then put another finger in, twisting them around.
She dressed and took Ayala back down the hall before removing the blindfold. It was quite a lustful affair. She grabbed her pussy again, and kissed her. "I love your pussy."
This was quite a day for Alice and she went home and immediately to bed.
The next day Alice slept late, got up to a nice bath and breakfast. She started planning the evening since she would be home with her executive husband Henok.
Alice was listening to the radio when she heard an interview with one of Henok's opponents. The opponent commented that he couldn't understand how Henok received such good press no matter what.
Henok had an early start that day and had breakfast with an informal news conference at a hotel diner. It was early in the day but they did have a few drinks, and they all bought Henok a drink as he was the man of the day. After the breakfast they went to the lounge where they had more drinks, but Henok got the most drinks, and the strongest. Soon they adjourned to a hotel room on a floor that was mostly unoccupied in the middle of the week. They announced, "Henok now is your chance to show your gratitude if you would like to continue getting good press."
One of them took a cushion and laid it on the floor. "Now get in position so we can get pictures of you in your formal suit and tie."
Henok reluctantly got on his knees wavering a little from the drinks. The prominent news caster walked up and unzipped in front of Henok's face. Pulling his cock out pictures were taken as the head of his cock wobbled in front of Henok's face. Pictures were taken of the first few tentative licks as Henok tasted the cock head, and licked for precum. Soon he was kissing the cockhead sensually with fish lips, and this made very good pictures. Another of the pressmen had his high definition video camera going, and several had their iphone cameras recording. They caught some pictures of him furtively poking the tip of his tongue into the pee hole, then licking below the crown all the way around. He licked down the shaft, pulled the balls out and licked them.
He sucked each ball before licking upward on the cum vein back to the head, and started to suck the cock plunging his head up and down. Soon the cock was lodged in the back of his throat and he wobbled his head until the cock went all the way in and the base of the cock was screwed all the way into his mouth encircled by his lips. The pubic hair was against his nose. He sucked and twisted his head on the cock. With his free hand he started massaging the balls with one finger traveling all the way back to the man's asshole and feeling the ass crack. Henok sank his finger gently and deep into the asshole massaging the prostate gland encouraging more cum to flow, and it was not long when the man came in his mouth jerking strongly and holding Henok's ears. "He's learned some new tricks."
One of the journalists said, "Look he can deep throat now!"
Each one of the five journalists got deepthroat blow jobs, and Henok enjoyed the cum. After all it wasn't his first time. One of the journalists said, "It is time to strip your clothes off Henok." They helped him off with his clothes.
"Now on your knees again and hold your hands behind your back." They produced a knee spreader and fastened his knees apart, blindfolded him, and then had him plant his face on the floor. "Here let's zip tie your hands to your knees." He ran a zip tie through a metal loop and put a sock over both hands to zip tie his wrists to the bondage knee spreader.
Henok felt the cold air on his upturned ass. One of the men started putting lots of lube in his asshole. As each man got hard again they took turns fucking Henok's black ass. The sloshing sounds were sexy, and each man spanked Henok's ass saying, "Squeeze it hard," as they pumped his ass, with screwing motions in and out and twirling their cocks inside. Henok writhed around on each cock. Some of them were rough with him, spanking his ass and squeezing his tits.
Clinching his asshole on each cock, Henok got the maximum sensations, and loved it when they spanked his ass, sometimes groping his cheeks and running their hand up and down his crack. Henok felt a closeness with each one. Henok remembered the taste and feel of each of the cock and balls in his mouth and caused himself to cum on his stomach and onto his upturned face and lips. He licked his cum off his lips, while one of the guys got close up pictures of it.
They had all been drinking and had to pee. One said, "Let's turn him over." While still attached to the knee spreader with wrists attached they rolled him over on his back, supporting him by cushions so he couldn't roll over. One of them presented a funnel with two clear hoses attached. One of them ended in a mouth gag, and the other in a butt plug. The clear hoses spiraled down from the funnel which was supported by a tripod.
Henok's eyes widened as the mouth gag was plunged into his mouth and fastened to his face such that no liquids could escape his mouth, except perhaps by his nose. The hoses were cleverly designed with the funnel to distribute equal amounts of fluid to each hose. One of the journalists had to go desperately so he pulled his cock out and started peeing into the funnel. A few drops sprayed to Henok's face and he had to blink his eyes momentarily as he felt fluid enter his eyelids, and a drop or two went in his nostrils. Henok watched as pee started spiraling down through both tubes. There was nothing he could do to stop it. At the same time he felt warmness in his ass, he also felt a stream enter his mouth. He tried to keep from swallowing it but had no choice, and he couldn't bear the taste too long anyway, so he had to swallow. Each man took turns at the Henok urinal, and Henok dutifully swallowed in gulps. Soon it felt like his rectum was filling up, and if felt warm. There was a little pressure, but it relieved as Henok realized it was flowing into his large intestine. There was only a brief break between the men. Finally one of them took a pint of whiskey and poured it down the funnel. Henok soon became more drunk both from swallowing, as well as absorbing the alcohol through his rectum.
When they were done and released Henok from his bonds, he wiped cum and pee off his face with his fingers, and sucked them clean. He walked naked into the bathroom without closing the door, relieved himself, and took a washcloth and soap to clean his asshole. Henok came back into the room and started dressing in front of everyone. Some of them left as he was dressing in front of the open door with his naked ass in public view should anyone be there.
It had been a successful day and Henok went home assured he would be getting good press.
Alice was expecting a diplomat's hot wife to meet privately with her. When she heard a knock on the door she invited in a nice looking Chinese woman. She came in with a smile and politely bowed folding her hands together. Locking the door back and without formality Alice led the woman to her bedroom. "Take your Crothes off," she commanded of Alice.
Alice took her clothes off as the other woman took off her dress. She wore nothing underneath and within seconds was stripped naked. "Suck," she pointed to her nipple.
Alice bent over some and started sucking and licking the nipple.
Pointing to the other one she said, "Suck." The Chinese lady wasted no words.
Pointing to her clit, she said, "Suck."
Alice had taken her time sucking and licking the nipples, and now she very thoroughly sucked and licked every part of the woman's clit. Soon the woman grabbed Alice by the hair on her head and started humping her face as she sucked the clit. The woman stepped back a little pulling Alice by her hair, and sat back on the bed. She put one leg up on the bed spreading her pussy, and pulled Alice's face to her pussy, rocking her hips up to give even more access. "Eat my pussy, eat it all. Suck pussy lips. Suck pussy cum." She guided Alice's head for maximum pleasure. After perhaps a half an hour of pussy eating she said, "Ahhh!" Alice tasted a flow of pussy cream, and licked all the pussy cum up.
"Rim asshole bitch!"
Alice complied surprised by the language.
Soon the woman stood up and turned her ass toward Alice's face. "Kiss my ass, and lick my crack. Lick my ass cheeks all over."
Alice licked every bit of her ass feeling a little humiliated but more was yet to come.
"Lay down on the floor and open your mouth, bitch."
Alice obeyed and lay on her back with mouth open.
The Chinese woman stepped over her face and squatted down, first rubbing her pussy up and down Alice's face, then rubbing her pussy and humping Alice's boobs. Finally she positioned her pussy lips over Alice's mouth.
Alice thought she was going to be told to eat more Asian pussy.
The woman said, "Keep mouth open," and pressed her pussy lips against Alice's mouth, and let a stream of pee start.
Alice had to swallow with an open mouth while the stream continued into her mouth.
"Good, now lick it very clean."
The lady got up and slid her dress back on. She made Alice lay face down over her bed still nude, and spanked her. "Next time you do it even better. Yes?"
"Yes," Alice submissively replied.
"Put your clothes on." The Chinese lady got on her iphone. She invited some unknown individuals to come over.
Soon Henok was home entering the door. He wanted to take a shower and clean up, but Alice said, "Wait. We have some guests arriving."
Alice sat in a chair across from Henok who sat on the sofa. When a knock came at the door, the Chinese lady was the one that answered. She greeted and let in some Japanese men. Apparently she was fluent in Japanese as well. They were all dressed as diplomats, but had a patch on their suit coat with the figure of a ghost. Henok recognized the symbol as meaning they were secret agents and had Ninja training, meaning they could operate like ghosts and could be untraceable.
Ceremoniously they took out a suit case. Much to Henok's surprise it contained a set up for drinks.
The Japanese man said, "This is a special tropical-exotic-cum-a-long drink, pronounced cum-a-rong, it is a Japanese drink with addicting nano particles." He took a medicine dropper and a sample jar of whitish fluid which was cum sampled from each of the men. He put some in the drink.
Henok sampled some and then drank it down, assuming the funny name and reference to nano particles was for a special recipe. Indeed it was.
"Do you rike?" The man asked with a grin. He knew Henok would be addicted to cum immediately.
Henok nodded and held his glass out for more.
The Chinese lady announced. "They are leery that you might be wired. Both of you take your clothes off and hand them over."
It became apparent that they were armed, and probably trained fighters as well. In their own home, Henok and Alice took off each piece of clothing and handed each one to the men. They briefly looked at the clothes and disrespectfully threw them in a pile.
One of them took out a pair of men's sissy panties with a cock ring and bulge enhancer. "Put these on," he said handing them over to Henok. "Here you need these also to be a good crossdresser," and handed him a pair of sheer black hose with lacey bands at the top.
Henok, a man of power, was standing naked in front these strangers and took the panties. He pulled them up and found the hole in the front for his cock which allowed his cock and balls to hang out after putting in place the cock ring and ball jock bands. The cross dresser panties were lace, and had an anal hole in the back. Both the cock hole and anal holes had frills around them with little flowers. He turned around so everybody could see, including Alice.
One of the men asked Henok, "Do you suck cock?"
Henok had to answer in front of Alice, "Yes."
"Do you like to swallow cum?"
"Yes." Henok felt humiliated.
"You are married, but are you really gay?"
"Yes," Henok had to answer in front of Alice.
"Show us how good you are at it, come here."
Henok was obedient. He had been turned to a cuckold by Alice and trained to eat her cream pie when she had a big night, even in their own living room in front of other diplomats or strangers. Henok became a voyeur husband, expert at licking crotches clean.
Henok got on his knees in front of the man took his cock out, and started sucking it. Each man got his cock sucked, but the last one pulled out of Henok's mouth before cumming, turned Henok over to his knees, pulled out some lube and slid his cock into Henok's ass easily and came within a few strokes, deriving much satisfaction.
These men had incredible sexual stamina and Henok was exhausted by the time they decided to leave. Alice and Henok went to bed in the nude, too tired to clean up or put on bed clothes.
Maintaining his composure the next day Henok had the presence of a man of diplomacy again. The secret service staff informed him again that security breaches were continuing and there must be a spy mole in their organization. They were working with top advisors to uncover the mole and prevent or minimize damage. They advised an imminent terrorist attack, possibly with atomic weapons was in planning stages. With just a few steps they advised World War III could be in the making.
That day Henok and Alice were invited to a summit in Cairo. Their five star executive diplomatic hotel was on the edge of the down town pedestrian only streets cooled by wind catchers above. Most pedestrian streets were in the shade of tall buildings, and quite comfortable for a desert climate. When they arrived, they were picked up by an Arab in an expensive Bentley with gold trim at the airport and delivered to the five star executive diplomatic Hotel.
In the space station above, Thomas and Alexander observed more of the network of fine beams lighting up, making and breaking connections. Some of the beams were to or from the area of Cairo, Egypt. Others seemed to sense areas around the Middle East countries where there were known tunneling and smuggling routes, and places in North Africa. Thomas said, "I wonder what is causing those beams and why they seem to connect to hot spots around the world. Could those be something to do with news media?"
Alexander responded, "I don't know. Maybe those beams have to do with spy networks."
"They seem to be getting more active," said Thomas.
Meanwhile Henok and Alice arrived at the convention and checked in at the five star executive and diplomatic hotel. Once checked in they went into a ballroom to meet delegates, diplomats, and people of celebrity from the Mediterranean region and from parts around the world. Everyone mingled for several hours and talked to nearly everyone else on an array of important issues. Soon an Egyptian Buffet was set up. There were popular national foods such as okra- tomato-ragout, koshari, Macroni Bashmal, Baba Ghanoush, Chicken Shawarma, falafel, chicken kebabs, a very sweet drink called Indian Date, imported asparagus, chocolate, oysters, Red Wine, and an assortment of foods prepared as aphrodisiacs.
Alice enjoyed the food and followed suggestions on what to try. Soon she was drunk on the sweet red wine and the aphrodisiacs were having an effect on her. An Egyptian woman beckoned her to another room, indicating a meeting of importance. When they came in the door the woman discreetly locked the door behind them. It was a plush room with soft carpet. A Sheik was waiting for them.
The Sheik tossed a cushion on the floor in front of him and beckoned Alice to it. Alice was motionless until the Egyptian woman gently pulled her elbow. A little dizzy from the food and wine, Alice got on her knees in front of the man as if it was a formality.
The Sheik said in English, "You must remember you are here in negotiations, and your willingness to cooperate will help your position in this part of the world."
Alice absorbed the importance of what he said, then was shocked when he parted his traditional robe to reveal his cock. He rubbed it on her lips and on her cheeks, and across her eyelids and down her nose to her mouth. She felt the cock slap against her face on both sides and then he pressed the head against her lips. She could taste precum and felt him slide his cock across her lips.
"Open!"
Alice opened her mouth and took the cock into her mouth which seemed thicker than she first thought. As she started to suck it, it seemed to grow longer. The cockhead was pressing into her throat. At last it went in. Alice started deep throating him. Surprisingly she was able to take it all the way in to the base of the cock and she started licking the balls. They had an earthy taste. She felt him grab her hair at the back of her head, and started face fucking her. He shot cum into her throat pulling out a string of cum onto her tongue, she tasted it. It had a curious taste.
"Clean it."
Alice submissively licked the cock and balls clean, tasting the skin and letting her tongue feel the textures of the skin. She smelled the heavy odors, and felt the cockhead across her lips once again.
The Sheik then took out some Egyptian money, separated one bill and gave it to Alice. "Put that in your pocket."
Alice had just taken money for a blow job. She had not done that for years. It made her feel like a young prostitute again. She imagined herself in role play as a prostitute, or an escort for Qatar and Cairo big oil executives, or even a powerful bad guy like a terrorist.
"Strip;" the Sheik pointed to the middle of the floor where he wanted Alice stripped naked. "I will pay you."
Alice stripped naked for money and negotiations. As she stripped to her bikini panties, he had her stand by him while he fondled her ass, looking down the exposed crack of her ass where the band of her panties did not cover it. He pulled her panties down and spanked her ass. She was made to do an erotic dance for the Sheik, who bribed her for huge sums of American money, by taking extortion video and photos and threatening to make them public. She was convinced to pose in erotic, humiliating positions. He got a picture of her on all fours, doggy style, with arched back and open asshole. She was now a stripper and private nude model.
The Egyptian woman had taken pictures and video of it all, also.
Henok was informed discreetly that electronic breaches had taken place. It appeared the hackers used backdoor circuits purposely built into ICs in electronic devices used in New Chicago by the diplomats. It appeared that the ICs were made in Japan but somehow in the manufacturing process backdoor circuits were built in accessible only by the Chinese. The Chinese circuits were baited by Israeli intelligence with nano sub atomic frequency communications embedded with nano bio-supercomputers in the sub atomic layers of the Japanese ICs, using any other frequency as a carrier signal to communicate around the world. The breaches had penetrated deep into New Chicago security agencies and the defense organization.
Alexander said to Thomas, "Look there is more activity with those beams. It looks like they originate in Asia but it looks like they are networked to Syria, and Iraq."
Thomas said, "Yes I see. I wonder what is going on."
Meanwhile down below, sleeper cells had been activated across the world, but of course the astronauts had no way of knowing.
The Sheik guided Alice and the Egyptian woman back to the hall and to the all night ballroom event that could last several days or more. It was like an exotic lavish ultra high class party with diplomats blind folded and zip tied during the party, stripped and anal fucked. They walked to a Buffet table. At the end of the table were more drinks, and an assortment of pills. Alice was given a strong drink and the Sheik placed one of the pills in her mouth. Within minutes Alice was experiencing euphoria. It was an opiate pill.
"Let's go to the Limo." They walked down a hallway and took an elevator. Soon they were in a garage with a Rolls Royce Stretch Limousine with leather seats. The garage was more like an expensive hotel master bedroom. "Take your clothes off right here, and hand them to me."
Alice took her clothes off, folded them neatly and gave them to the Sheik with the high class panties on the top.
He took the neatly folded clothes and tossed them to the edge of the wall crumpled on the floor. "Turn around for me."
Alice turned around in the nude in the spacious garage with only the Sheik and the Egyptian woman there. He felt of her boobs, and her ass. As she turned around again, he cupped his hand on her pussy, feeling it in everyway possible standing up.
"Get in the car."
The Egyptian woman opened the car door for Alice.
Totally nude, Alice got in. She felt kidnapped. She considered it as sexual play, maybe role play.
The Egyptian woman was the chauffer and drove them out into the night. As she drove the Sheik pulled aside his robe to reveal his cock and balls. "Suck my balls."
Trancelike Alice got in position and thoroughly sucked his balls. She could smell his muskiness, and the smell of leather seats.
He lifted a leg up, "lick further back."
Alice strained to lick further back.
When she just licked his perineum he said, "Further!"
Suddenly she realized he wanted her to rim his asshole. Fervently she rimmed his asshole and was surprised that it opened up into a circular hole and she could actually stick her tongue in it. She twisted her tongue around in it, poked it in and out, and licked around the edges and all the radiating brown wrinkles. There was a hidden camera in the car that took complete video of it all.
"Suck my cock."
Alice sucked his cock and made it rock hard. She noticed the car was making some turns and slowed down. Finally they stopped.
"Hold still." He put a collar around her neck, and then attached a leash. "We are going to get out so I can take you to pee."
Sure enough, from all the drinks, Alice had to pee.
"Get on all fours."
There seemed to be a fine beam of light that emanated from the side angle of the Great Pyramid which was dark except for a glimmer of light from the light beam. The light resembled those with ancient mystic properties and seemed to travel the outline of Alice's profile. He guided Alice by the leash and took her to the side a ways. "Ok, right here."
Obediently Alice squatted in public and took a piss.
"Now come over here." He pulled her to a flat sandy area.
"Lube her up," he said to the Egyptian woman. A bottle of a gelled olive oil mixture was produced and she lubed Alice's asshole thoroughly and firmly worked in the lube all the way through, preparing it for sodomy.
There in the wide open desert, the Sheik produced his cock and thrust it bareback easily into Alice's asshole. He maneuvered her asshole with his cock in many ways. Slapping her sodomized ass he said, "Squeeze it, push back, and hump, you fucker." He lasted quite a while but just before cumming, he pulled out and rammed his dirty cock in her pussy.
Alice clamped down and squeezed, trembling with an orgasm with just the thought of a dirty cock sliding into her. Her pussy juices flowed and made a creamy ring around the base of his cock.
Alice felt grateful to be led back to the car on the leash. She didn't want to be left in the desert with no clothes, totally naked, and in a foreign country.
Back in the car she was treated with anther drink and pills opiate and some form of meth.
When they got back to the garage, the Egyptian woman led her by leash to a side room with a hot tub. Filling it with warm water the woman started to bath Alice with soap, and took a soapy hand and stuck it in Alice's pussy cleaning it inside and out. She soaped up several fingers and cleaned out her asshole as well. She washed the rest of her body with a sprits shower spray of Lavender scented soap.
She dried off Alice, not leaving any part wet.
She walked Alice nude back to another hallway and removed the leash, but left the collar on. They walked down the hall as strangers looked at Alice nude in the public. Alice was led into a room with many young women. It was a comfortable lounge like area. The women wore skimpy outfits, and some were nude. They were concubines, and coeds from a local college. Alice was still high on the pills and drugs that were put in her food and drinks secretly. Alice was laid down on a bench no higher than a foot stool. One by one each of the concubines came over and squatted over her face. Alice was made to lick each one, tasting every bit of their clits and foreign pussy, tongue fucking them, finishing with a rim job on each one. Each one of them finished, by humping their pussy on Alice's tits and pussy. Each one allowed Alice to finger their pussy before the next one's turn. There must have been twenty, and some of them climaxed on Alice's tongue. Alice was made to lick the bottoms of their feet.
Alice was given a skimpy but traditional outfit, similar to a historical belly dancer outfit, but flashing pussy and ass. She was not given panties to wear. She was handcuffed with zip ties and led out of the room with boobs bouncing as she walked.
They entered a room that took up most of the hotel floor. It had a glass enclosure with a raised floor all around it with fish tanks raised about 10 inches around the entire enclosure. She was led into the glass enclosure, had the handcuffs removed, and told to dance and do an exotic striptease. The enclosure had a glass enclosed runway all around it and seating for spectators on the perimeter. There was video screens with close up and high definition. The Egyptian woman had a leather whip which she used on Alice's ass and tits. She commanded Alice to eat her asshole.
Alice saw that there were Arab men in the audience. Soon she saw that dogs had been let out of a kennel door into the glass enclosed runway around the glass walls, as a tease and to tantalize the onlookers. The dogs could smell Alice through vents in the inside glass wall. The dogs were excited and were meant to be a tease to Alice. Alice looked at the dogs warily even though she was still feeling euphoric from the drugs. The men in the audience were allowed to request kinky acts, which Alice was made to do.
Alice was collared on a leash and made to sit up and bark. Alice was zip tied into doggie style position, but then leaned back on on her hands and made to arch her pelvis up and takes a pee in public on stage. The stage was designed with gutters on sides for general cleaning and the pee trickled off. It was a planned exhibition.
Soon she was tied back into position in bondage such that her tits were hanging, and her ass was up in back with cheeks spread. Her pussy lips were slightly spread and drooping down. One at a time volunteers from the audience were allowed to come on stage and fuck her ass, mouth, and pussy and bring any kinky toys they wanted.
Alice was becoming incoherent because she had been up a long time and the drugs were strong. A platoon of Egyptian soldiers was brought up a back elevator and led to a partitioned off section. Each one was given a turn at fucking her in any taboo way they wanted. There may have been fifty soldiers, but as a diplomatic gesture, about a hundred Hezbollah soldiers were brought and fucked her ass, pussy, and mouth, none missing a hole. Many pictures were taken of cum dripping from her mouth, pussy, and ass, pooling on the floor.
After the main event, Alice was taken to the Customs Doctor and hypnotist. He performed cavity searches, and put her under hypnosis. He was able to extract much proprietary top secret information from her. He was able to social engineer much structure from her diplomatic ties and policies. While he was at it he received a real nice blow job, rim job, and world's best ball sucking.
While all this had been going on, Henok had been negotiating and discussing world events concerning trade economics and the region. With his drinks he had been given opium, and later given meth. In the cocktail of drugs he eventually consumed he also had been given truth serum. At the buffet he was treated to an aphrodisiac of fresh lettuce spread with fresh semen. They didn't tell him the ingredients but explained it was a traditional food.
It was a five star diplomatic hotel with many features. He didn't know where Alice was but assumed she was being well taken care of. Henok was prepared for negotiations, but things went a little further than he had planned for. After being fed drugs he felt euphoric but woozy. He was led to believe they were going into negotiations, but instead was taken into a room where he was told a strip search was part of the routine to make sure he did not have electronics planted on him. The customs doctor was brought in. A cavity search was performed. Soon Henok was on his knees in front of a Sheik with a parted robe. Henok was made to kiss his balls while pictures were taken. He sucked the balls, and then sucked the cock. Pictures were taken of him negotiating with his face planted in the robe with only the base of a cock showing in his mouth, and his tongue stretched out licking the balls.
The customs doctor extracted much secret information from Henok through hypnotic mind control. While he was at it he programmed Henok to apologize to every country in the region, and around the world, and programmed to take bribes. He was hypnotically programmed to submit copies of documents.
Many diplomats from the region were brought in. Henok was made to put on men's lace panties with cock ring, and short open ended sleeve. The lingerie sissy panties had an access hole in the back, and frills around the top. Henok was disorientated and continued to "negotiate" in this "uniform." Things got kinky and a horse tail dildo was stuck in his butt. He was fitted with a collar and leash, and was taught to sit, and bark.
Many diplomats were brought in and Henok was shown face in crotch negotiating some more in public, then led around in his sissy panties, licking the feet of all the diplomats. He was made to suck every cock to get it hard. Some of them came in his mouth. Henok was then stripped in public, kicking his panties from his ankles. He was tied on all fours face down and ass up. Videos were made of every diplomat taking a turn at his ass. His asshole was open and slick with cum.
Then he was placed in bondage on his back with his knees pulled to his shoulders, with a cock gag in his mouth and open asshole sticking up. The local prison was engaged to bring all the male and some female prisoners to the hotel room and each convict was allowed to fuck Henok in the mouth and ass. Many took the opportunity to spank his ass good, and some felt off his ass, and some fondled his cock and balls.
Secret service agents were all occupied with concubines, which were not concubines at all but female convicts, some claiming that men were useful after all.
After the Egyptian summit, Henok and Alice arrived back home and each one started receiving bribes. Henok, in private saw an email with pictures of himself planting his face in Arab crotches sucking cock. The email demanded ransom and secret documents.
Alice received emails in private with the most humiliating pictures, and demanded sex in return for not posting the pictures.
The secret service agents involved were sent degrading pictures that would end their careers if they interfered with any spy mission.
Shortly extremely top secret documents were being prepared to send. They were going to be sent to elements involved with ISIS and Taliban, the Egyptian, Syrian and Iranian governments.
It was at this time the astronauts in the space station observed something remarkable. Communications were taking place by neutron beams that go through the earth, but left a visible ion trail from space. The network seemed to get intense, as politicians in Israel, Germany, Taiwan, China, Japan, Singapore, Russia, started communicating in an emergency action to avoid war. The network of nodes sent pulsing, branching lightning like electron beams simultaneously. The beams seen in space started a mobilizing reverse Einstein particulate energized ion network. Some of the beams focused on terrorist leaders, others focused on sleeper cells all over the world. As a result the reverse ion beams disintegrated the perpetrators. In the Moscow political hall one of the members suddenly disappeared. Several terrorist leaders in the Middle East suddenly disintegrated, and in Henok's country many sleeper cells were disintegrated, Japanese politicians disappeared in session, tunnels collapsed on the Mexican border, Gaza Strip and elsewhere, a few Chinese dignitaries vanished, and suddenly Alice disappeared.
In a matter of hours entire terrorist networks were disintegrated. Henok realized that Alice must have been the spy mole. Within days, Henok lost all political clout.
Election voting would happen this Wednesday and Henok was going to his home in New Chicago in his purple metal flake stretch Altima limousine with gold trim. Underneath his diplomatic business suit he felt comfortable in his white French lace frilly sissy panties, and black hose. He wondered how his life might change now, as he could no longer do a poor job of leading.
With nostalgia he remembered when New Chicago was called Washington D.C.
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19,635 | Zip-Tie Fiend | switchboy257 | NonConsent/Reluctance | 2009-02-13 | 2009-02-13 | 2022-01-01 15:51:47 | 1 | literotica.com | https://www.literotica.com/s/zip-tie-fiend | Suburban crazy ties people together for sexual humiliation! | ['Bisexual', 'Bondage', 'Bound', 'Display', 'Family', 'Humiliation', 'Nudity', 'Public', 'Suburbs', 'Tied'] | 3.97 | I am known as the zip-tie fiend. Nobody knows my name, but everyone in the affluent, white, suburban township of New Daisy is afraid of me. They know that I don't kill or wound, I simply humiliate in the most intense possible ways. I believe that I was put here on earth in order to humiliate men and women sexually. And I believe the zip-tie was invented just in order to assist me in that mission.
For those of you who don't know, a zip-tie is a plastic cord that can be fastened easily by threading one end through a small opening in the other end. The tie can be fastened more or less, depending on how many little "clicks" or nubs are pulled through the loop. It is extremely easy to fasten and cannot be undone without heavy-duty scissors to cut the cord. Very simple.
I use it to attack people and sexually humiliate them. I always wear a funny mask and a different costume, and thus far no one has been able to track me down. It started one year ago. At first I only did small jobs, a few weeks apart. For example, in the beginning I would humiliate just one person at a time.
The first victim was my boss at the time, a beauty heavy-busted brunette named Anne. She was the owner of a clothing shop, and one night she stayed late. My task was simple. I simply grabbed her and blindfolded her, and slowly stripped off her clothes. I tore off her brassiere and then her white cotton panties. I fondled her huge breasts and sucked on the nipples until she moaned. Then I molested her vulva area and touched her inside the vagina. I did not fuck or rape the victim. I simply used zip-ties to secure the totally naked Anne in a spread-eagle position in the storefront window of her shop on Main Street.
I sat her in a chair, legs and arms wide, around 3am, when the streets were empty. At 7am, the street filled, and about twenty or thirty people got to see the display before someone was able to get a locksmith to open the door and let her down. Anne was still blindfolded and so she couldn't see the priceless faces of those in the crowd. I could, of course, because I was among them, enjoying the view and feigning consternation. In fact I was enjoying the sight, and I think some of the others were too.
There was the beautiful Anne, on display for everyone to see. Her luscious tits hanging heavily on the front of her chest, the nipples vulnerable and undefended, the beautiful softness of the bottom of her breasts pale and inviting. And of course, between her legs, an incredible brown bush of pubic hair covering the completely open vulva. Men and women gawked and stared, seeming to peer into the depths of her helpless vaginal canal. Our curiosity was very satisfied that day. There was her pink clitoris, peaking out from between the thick and hair vulva lips. And then, the secret opening of her precious woman's vagina, visible and open for all to see.
The sexual humiliation of a beautiful woman!
I did several more single-woman setups before moving on to more complex configurations of humiliation. For example, there was a blond schoolteacher named Mrs. Dawkins who taught at the local high school. One evening I snuck in while she was grading papers and immobilized her. I put her in a different position though, specially chosen for her personality and situation.
Mrs. Dawkins was known to be rather prim and proper, but I had noticed that beneath her loose blazer jacket she appeared to have very shapely breasts. I wanted to test this theory and, of course, provide deep humiliation for her and sexual enjoyment and power tripping for some of her students. So after she was in my power, I used zip-ties to secure Mrs. Dawkins in a bent-over position, leaning forward with her arms outstretched towards her desk. In this position, I removed her blouse.
I had decided not to remove her skirt, but just to conduct a pure humiliation of the breasts in this case. I was curious about her pussy, but her breasts were stunning enough. They were indeed formidable, pert, and clearly outline in a tan bra. I unhooked the bra and cut its strips, letting her breasts fall in their fullness down towards they floor, where they gently swayed and dangled. For several minutes I lay down on the floor beneath them, just enjoying the sensation of looking up and seeing their heavy, dangling tenderness. Naturally, I also allowed myself the pleasure of reaching up and feeling the softness of the breasts, and tugging gently but insistently on the helpless, rosy nipples.
Once again, it was not until the morning that the young students found their teacher in this position, her tits completely exposed and pendulously available for all to gaze at and discover. I am certain that some of the young men enjoyed fingering and molesting her boobs before they untied her. Since she was blindfolded, there was no way for her to know which of the young men had probed her breasts before releasing her.
More humiliation!
I did not only humiliate women. I also zip-tied a young man by his scrotum to a flagpole in the center of town. It was mid-morning on a Sunday, and everyone was at church. When they came out, they were surprised to find young Marcus linked by his most vulnerable assets to the large metal pole. Some people averted their eyes, while others stared. The young man's hands were naturally zip-tied behind his back as well, so he could not cover his genitals.
It was some time before they were able to release him, because in order to do so, a town official had to wield a large pair of scissors very close to Marcus's flopping penis and balls, taking great care not to injure the fragile male private parts as he cut the plastic zip-tie that had so completely immobilized the young testicles in their sack. Until a brave town official could be found to do this, Marcus was left standing in a very awkward position. From my spot nearby in the shade, I saw more than one group of young women pointing and giggling at the zip-tied scrotum and dick in their humiliated position.
Male humiliation, too!
After that event, it occurred to me that the position in which I had tied Marcus, while certainly very humiliating for the naked young man, was probably not the absolutely most humiliating position that a young man could find himself in. So when I started tracking an 18-year old guy named David, I tried to think of what could be an even more humiliating position to be found in than what I had done to Marcus.
The result was that I trapped David in the men's' locker room at the local pool, and, after zip-tying his hands behind his bag, dragged him into the group shower in the women's' locker room, which happened to be empty for a few minutes. There I secured him in a somewhat different position: I zip-tied his neck to one of the showerheads, and zip-tied each of his ankles to opposite ends of a bench, as far apart as he could manage. Thus David was forced to lean backwards and rest his torso against the wall, while his legs were pushed forwards and splayed widely apart.
I found this to be an even more humiliating position than the one in which I had put Marcus, for several reasons: First, obviously, the young man's package was on display in a much cruder and more total way. While Marcus had been able to keep his legs together, his genitals simply dangling between them naturally, David's cock and balls were thrust forward as if on offer. When he got an erection (which he did), it stuck out straight into the room and there was nothing he could do about it.
In addition, this situation was more intense not only because it would be women and only women who would discover him like this, but also because those women would be wearing swim-suits. They might even be naked, if they had begun to strip down on the way to the showers. And this is indeed what happened.
I watched with pleasure through a tiny hole in the wall as a group of women came into the showers. Some were still wearing their bikinis and one-piece swimsuits, while others had begun to strip down, revealing their female curves, breasts, and beautiful vulvas. All of them were shocked when they found themselves face to face with David's outstretched penis.
The women stared at him for a while, then began to laugh, and finally fondled his cock and balls a bit before showering, getting dressed, and finally calling the manager. I left David without a blindfold so that he would be able to see the naked women showering in front of him, and I guess they didn't mind, seeing as how completely helpless and on-display he was himself.
Oh, the joys of humiliation!
That was just the first few months, however. Things began to get much more intense when it finally occurred to me that I could zip-tie and sexually humiliate more than one person at a time. Once this thought had occurred to me, I couldn't believe that I hadn't thought of it before. I had been so focused on the desire to display a single woman's tits and cunt, or a man's scrotum and penis, that it had never occurred to me to have my cake and eat it at the same time. This was the beginning of a whole new level of humiliation.
My first victims in this new phase were a married couple named Curt and Jeanne. I watched them for a while and learned that they were planning a house part for a specific night and inviting all their friends. One hour before the part was to begin, I invaded their house and took control of their bodies. Their lives would never be the same!
When Curt came into the living room, I had already tied his wife's hands behind her back and stripped her completely naked. He thought she was putting out the snacks, but instead found her completely nude and exposed on the floor, her eyes looking crazed and legs flailing about in a way that completely displayed her fuzzy cunt. Before anything could go wrong, I tacked Curt and soon had him stripped and bound as well.
For my first multiple-person humiliation, I decided to keep it simple. I locked a zip-tie around Curt's genitals, encompassing the base of penis and balls together. I then threaded another zip-tie through the first one and maneuvered Curt's flaccid cock and scrotum into his wife's mouth, which I forced open. Locking the second zip-tie tight around her head immediately locked the husband's genitals into his wife's mouth so that they could not be removed. I knew that he knew that if he got an erection, she would be, quite literally, fucked, since her whole mouth and throat would be filled with his swelling sex.
I then locked Curt's head into a similar position in relation to his wife's naked genitals. There was no way I could force him to lick her, but I locked the zip-ties tight enough around his head and her thighs that his face was basically buried in her snatch. He couldn't pull his face away from her vulva, or avert his nose from her intense odor. He could look away with his eyes, but if he looked straight ahead, he would see her butt crack right in front of him. His mouth was pressed against her clit and labia.
I left the happy couple in this helpless 69, just about ten minutes before the rest of the part arrived. I watched from across the street and saw a group of six guests show up, ringing the doorbell, and then go into the house after finding no one answering and the door unlocked. I don't know what happened next, but I'm certain that that particular group of three women and three men was astonished when they went into the living room and saw Curt and Jeanne mushed together at the face and genitals.
Curt probably said something, but I'm not sure whether he would have been able to speak clearly with his face and mouth pressed so tightly into his wife's vaginal lips. As for Jeanne, I'm certain that she could speak at all with Curt's penis and testicles firmly locked inside her helpless mouth. And the best part, once again, was the knowledge that in order to free them one or more of the house guests would have to get up close and very personal, unlocking the zip-ties that had so mercilessly immobilized Curt and Jeanne's sexual parts.
Once I had started to victimize more than one person at a time, there was really no stopping me.
I humiliated of a group of four young women playing badminton together, and immobilized them in a face-to-cunt circle, each one's mouth helpless pressed up against the sensitive vulva lips of one of her friends.
I humiliated a young couple on a first date by stripping the man naked but not the woman, zip-tying her hands behind her back, using a second tie to lock her bound wrists to his scrotum sack (not the penis), blindfolding the man with heavy-duty tape, and leaving them in the middle of a suburban park. The woman had to lead the way home because she was the only one who could see, and she had no choice but to lead the man by his tender testicles until they got back into town and could remove the zip-ties and blindfolds. I suppose in this situation it was more the man who was humiliated! She tried to be gentle, but couldn't help walking a little too quickly every now and then, causing her new boyfriend to yelp from the sudden uncomfortable pull on his balls.
After that episode I felt that I ought to be fair to the sexes, so I found another young couple and created the same situation in reverse. I made sure to pick a woman who I knew had nipple rings, and so nothing was easier than to zip-tie the young man's hands behind his back and then use a second tie to lock his wrists to her little silver nipple rings. With her blindfolded, he of course had to lead the way home, trying to be as gentle as possible but nonetheless sometimes "accidentally" yanking too hard on the incredibly sensitive teats of the young woman. It was quite an evening, especially since he had never seen her naked before and now was literally leading her around by the breasts!
I humiliated a father and daughter by simply stripping both of them and zip- tying their wrists, ankles, and hips together. I didn't even touch their genitals or force them to do anything sexual, but the mere faced of their naked fronts being so tightly pressed together was obviously more than enough to make them extremely uncomfortable and aroused. I enjoyed watching how he tried to maneuver his penis downwards so that it would be between her legs and not touching her, and how he then discover that in doing so he had put his face very close indeed to her large, full breasts. Not to mention that he could feel the brush of her soft pubic hair on his stomach.
I humiliated a mother and a son in the same way, the mother's huge breasts drowning the young man's face in sweaty femininity as she struggled to keep her hairy vulva out of reach of his hard young penis, which, against all of his best intentions, was straining intensely as if it were completely oblivious to the incest taboo and merely wanted more than anything in the world to plunge itself into the hilt of a woman's vagina.
Afterwards I realized that these last two could have been more intense if I had tied them in 69 positions, so I did that as well. I zip-tied a naked father's wrists to his daughter's ankles, and her wrists to his ankles. This put her face uncomfortably close to his large, adult male genitals, and his face very near to her sweet young blossoming vulva. The same with a mother and son, her large female cunt almost threatening to suffocate him as she squirmed and averted her eyes from the site of his brazen young cock straining towards her mouth.
Humiliation in all its many forms!
I began to grow more brazen myself and to word with larger groups. I humiliated six strangers on an elevator once, releasing a chemical that temporarily knocked them out, and pressing the emergency stop button to halt the descent of the car. Quickly I stripped all the beautiful people naked: men and women, young and old, sexy and shy. Quickly I used zip-ties to lock them together.
This time I applied no calculated logic but simply made a joyful, humiliating mess out of the whole thing. I locked a man's wrist to a woman's upper thigh, his hand naturally touching her pubic area while they were still unconscious. Her I locked by the neck to the scrotum of another man. His penis I locked directly to the penis of another man, zip-tying the circumcised heads of their rods tightly together. I locked another man's scrotum to the wrist of a woman. I locked a woman's ankles to two different people's knees in such a way that whenever the moved, they pulled her legs wide apart and exposed her open cunt. Finally I found that one woman had her clitoris pierced with a ring, and I delicately locked that ring to the wrist of one of the men, ensuring that any movement on his part would tug on her in the most unbearably sensitive and humiliating way.
When all the wrists and ankles were locked to something or other, and many of the breasts, thighs, dicks and balls were also locked, then I stepped back to admire my handiwork. It was like an insane game of twister that had been frozen in place. I had used more than twenty zip-ties to do it. I grabbed the pile of everyone's clothes and absconded with them on the third floor, stopping only long enough to re-activate the elevator and send it down to the lobby just as the six strangers were waking up to their unbelievable predicament.
That must have been some arrival! Minutes ago they hadn't known each other at all, and now they were, how shall I say, "involved" in each others most intimate "affairs." Each tiny movement sent a wave of shock and sensitivity and frustration and helplessness through the mass of bodies, as a leg pulled on a scrotum, a wrist accidently brushed a vulva, a face was pushed into a naked breast, a face found itself staring at a total stranger's exposed vagina. And one again, it took a courageous team of three hotel-works to wade into that mess and slowly detach each body part, causing little cries of arousal and pain to erupt in the process.
This new technique of locking groups of strangers together became my new technique, lasting for several months. I called each of these groups a "bouquet," for that's exactly what it was. Sometimes I would make a bouquet with a specific flavor. For example, I made an all-male bouquet in which no less that five delicate scrotum sacks were locked tightly together with zip- ties. Before leaving that group to experience its humiliation, I had the extremely rare opportunity to reach into a bundle of five scrotums and mess about with them, playing with the balls, tugging on them, rubbing them against each other. The men squealed like little animals as I fondled their collection of bags!
I also made an all-female bouquet, in which six women friends who had never seen each other naked were locked in a position highly conducive to tribadism. That is, I locked their legs around each other so that each woman's fleshy vulva lips were pressed snugly up against another woman's vulva lips. Each of the three couples was then locked to another couple by a mouth-to-breast connection, in which a woman's breast is locked into another woman's mouth. For good measure, I also inserted a small battery-operated vibrator into each of the three pussy-to-pussy connections, and taped them in place. This led to a wonderfully buzzing and moaning bouquet, as the women found themselves helplessly aroused and soon rubbing their web lips against each other despite themselves.
I made a male-power bouquet that locked three women in place, kneeling, with their mouths stuffed with the penises of their husbands. Except that I switched the husbands around so that each woman was forcibly sucking a new penis. For good measure, I also pulled the women's pants down and fingered their pussies a bit to get the juices flowing (so to speak). This seemed to work, at least for the men, because the women's eyes quickly widened and they began to moan and grunt, seemingly indicating their frustration with the growing hardness and size of the penises they could not get out of their mouths.
For good measure, I also made a female-power bouquet in which naked males had their faces locked into position, pressing against the vulvas of their wives. Once again, of course, the wives were switched so as to provide undiscovered pussy to each of the subjects. I also zip-tied all the male scrotums and tied the three loops together. At first I tugged on the loops myself, forcing the men to suck the pussies that were mushed against their faces. But soon enough the women were into the game sufficiently that I could hand off the reigns and go my way, secure in the knowledge that balls would be tugged until such time as every clit and vaginal orifice was fully satisfied.
I made other bouquets as well. Countless bouquets of locked and humiliated naked people, some of which cannot be discussed here for various reasons. Finally, last month, I happened upon my masterpiece. I was hanging out in the mall that day, gazing at all the beautiful men and women walking by, and thinking about the different naked and sexual positions I would like to force them into. I was watching different groups and couples and families go by, and wondering which should be my next victim.
Then it hit me that it was time to jump another level. It was time to create a masterpiece of such astonishing humiliation, such uncontrolled sexuality, that it would put all others to shame. After this piece, I would have to go into retirement, or perhaps open a dungeon, or start experimenting with odors and chemicals that could force people to have various feelings of sexual arousal and sexual humiliation. All these new projects had been growing in my mind, but before starting them I had to create one last achievement, one final bouquet, to signify the end of the era of zip-ties.
The idea was simple: I would humiliate the entire mall. Not a single person or a couple, not even a family or a group of strangers, but everyone. Every last girl and woman, every last boy and man, would be stripped and displayed and humiliated in this mall. Every penis would be aroused and frustrated. Every scrotum would be tugged and displayed. Every clitoris would be rubbed, every vagina made helplessly visible, every pair of breasts forced to dangle and sway in the wind. Every male and female would be immobilized.
And finally, to top it off, I would put vibrators everywhere. Inside the women's vaginas of course, but also taped to their clitorises, and inside the anuses of both men and women, and tied to the dangling balls of helpless men, and taped to the tips of raging-hard penises. The whole mall would be set abuzz, everyone would be moaning and cumming and rubbing, and after they came they would be desperately trying to get away from each other, but it would be impossible. And they would be off-rhythm with each other.
For this, I had found, in my yearlong researches, is the heart of it all. That the victims be off-rhythm with each other. That one person is turned on while the other is not. That one person has just come, and wants to get away and get clean, while another is just starting, and wants to rub and fuck. This impossibility of synchronization is the heart of all sexual humiliation, all forced arousal, all bondage and rape-play.
And this is what causes those delicious waves of sexual torment to pass through my beautiful bouquets: For just when everyone thinks the arousal is finished, there is always one more person who is still turned on and desperately wants to come. And the beauty of my zip-ties is that no one can say no to this person, because all the bodies are locked together. So if one person wants to come again, then everyone has to be sexual. If one dick wants to rub, then someone must be rubbed. If one cunt wants to be licked, then someone is going to get that cunt in their face. No inhibitions. Beautiful waves of helpless sexual energy, traveling through total strangers.
So it would be in the mall, I decided. I would make it happen in the last hour, near closing time. I would bring friends, a small army of zip-tie fiends, and block the exits so that no one could leave. That way the massive mall-bouquet of insane sexuality would have the entire night to fulfill its apotheosis of sexual humiliation. No one would come until 9am the following morning, to set them free. Everyone in the mall, perhaps 200 people, would be tied up and tied together.
The mind boggles thinking of all that nudity, all that helplessly released sexual energy, all that humiliation. All those penises rubbing, all those wrists accidentally yanking testicle sacks, all those female breasts groped by sex-starved husbands, all those vaginas forcible sucked, or forcibly raped, or forcibly displayed. Every orifice locked into sexual play. And vibrators everywhere. Fuck fuck fuck. This was going to be good... |
19,636 | Zippy | tkoberon | NonConsent/Reluctance | 2020-03-05 | 2020-03-05 | 2022-01-01 15:51:48 | 1 | literotica.com | https://www.literotica.com/s/zippy | She finally enjoys being taken to hideout against her will. | ['Button-Down', 'Fulfill', 'Kidnap', 'Non-Con', 'Noncon', 'Padded', 'Tied Down', 'Twat'] | 4.61 | I got off the bus near my house. It was only a short walk to my gate. Suddenly something was pulled over my head and a rough hand clamped over my mouth. Whatever was covering me had a strange smell, and soon I felt my head swimming. The last thing I remember is being carried off my feet and the sound of shoes on the tarmac.
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I woke up to find myself prone on a soft padded surface. The walls of the room were a sparkling white, like the ceiling. A voice spoke somewhere behind my head where I could not see. "Would you like some pizza, Njambi?" in a soft kindly way as if he really cared for my comfort.
"Where are my children?" I asked in a panic. It came back to me in a rush that I was about to get home when something happened to me. A hand was laid on my forehead gently. "I shan't keep you for long, my dear. Do you know how long I have hungered for you, baby?"
Now I was furious! This mystery guy with a voice that sounded familiar behind all its apparent kindness had actually kidnapped me! I struggled to get up only to find my arms held fast. So were my legs. I kicked frantically and screamed at the animal of a man to let me go. He laid his hands on my upper arms and pleaded with me in that infuriatingly polite voice to calm down. But how could I when this beast had taken me to this place against my wish? At the same time I felt him caressing me in such a tender way that I stopped to listen. That was my big mistake.
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The dark woman lying on my specially constructed table gave me so much pleasure to look at. I had longed to touch Zippy so much but whenever we met it was in such a public place that I would not dare. After all her deacon of a husband was always somewhere in the vicinity. Although he was not the fierce type, I did not want to cause him any hurt. And I did not know how Zippy would react anyway. So I had bided my time.
Now here she was in that yellow dress that hugged her slightly full figure so well. The buttons ran from neck to knee, and a belt of the same material ran around her waist, emphasizing her slightly bulging tummy. I knew I had her for the whole night, and when I delivered her to her door at dawn, she would not be able to tell Philip what I had done to her, only that she had been kidnapped just as she was getting to her gate. I hoped that after everything I would do to her tonight she would secretly desire to be kidnapped again.
"I have loved you, and the look of your body for such a long time. Only recently I noticed you're filling up very nicely and this made you even more desirable to me! Zippy, do you know how beautiful you are?"
This is absurd! Those words were so sweet to my ears, things I have not heard from Philip's mouth since he was courting me. His caresses on my arms felt so loving that in spite of myself, my upbringing and all I have ever been taught, I felt a stab of pleasure at his touch. He ran a finger down my arm and back again. I felt myself jump involuntarily.
What are you doing? I asked him.
"Believe you me, I am going to give you more pleasure than you have felt your entire life. Or ever your dull Philip gave you!"
How dare he talk of my husband like that? God knows he is not exciting, but I love him, the first and only man I have ever loved. Now he brought his face over mine and kissed me ever so softly, full on my lips before I had time to turn away. But it felt new, exciting. At the same time I became aware that my dress, button-down in front had parted, leaving my thigh slightly exposed. I tried to move my hands to cover myself but of course could not. A sense of shame at being thus exposed to a stranger washed over me.
"Zippy my love, don't worry about me seeing your nakedness. You have the most beautiful body I have ever known. I want to worship it lovingly, unhurriedly."
I must be going mad, I thought to myself, as I found those words strangely exciting and comforting.
The wonderful aroma of pizza filled my nostrils and I turned to see he was holding a slice for me. I tentatively opened my mouth and took a small bite. He sounded really pleased that I had accepted his offering. This encouraged me to take a bigger bite. Then with horror, I wondered how he could have known of my love of pizza. He did not feel like a complete stranger and in my mind I started, perhaps as a means to protect myself from hurt, to wish it was a certain colleague of my husbands who loves teasing me and making me laugh. I cannot say I have ever desired him sexually, but I enjoyed the way he teased me every time he saw me, even in the presence of my husband. Once I was shocked to find we were holding hands in public. Of course none of our friends would go to such lengths as to abduct me. Secretly, though, I wished my captor was someone who had at one time shown me kindness and therefore not likely to harm me in any way.
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Never take a woman out expecting her to give in to you, unless there is a meal to enjoy. On a full stomach she becomes more receptive to your blandishments. This same thing was at work here. I needed to make sure she had something to eat that she enjoyed. I had found out about her weakness for pizza quite by accident. In fact it had been one of her children as they were moving off to the bus stop as a family who had blurted it out in a teasing manner.
I gave her two slices and I could see it had taken effect. Now the pleasure of eating pizza, the soft surface she was lying on, the spotless cleanliness of my room all would combine with the sexual pleasure I had in store for her to leave her with only pleasant memories of this night. Maybe in her secret thoughts she will desire it again; but it can only happen this once. It cannot be repeated without danger of discovery.
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Well, the pizza was one of my favourites from Pizza Inn and again I had to wonder how he could know so much. I polished off one slice and then another.
His hands were roving all over my body in intimate fashion, yet making me feel so good. Some part of my mind tried to remind me that I was not here willingly, that I had been kidnapped, blindfolded and drugged in order to be brought here. But he was doing things to my body that Philip had not done in ages. How surprising to find I was ravenous for tender fondling!
When his hand travelled to my legs and explored the exposed flesh of my thighs I jumped in pleasure but didn't want him to think I was enjoying what he was doing.
"Don't do that!" in my best commanding voice. He only chuckled and kept right on. He started unbuttoning me at the bottom, which had climbed midway up my thigh. I tried to kick and protest, but it must have been a most feeble attempt. In unbuttoning the next few up, he was already rubbing against my pubis. Hot jolts of electricity shot through me, while I thought I really must be a wicked woman if I could enjoy being touched so by a stranger. Then again he did not seem such a stranger now. He opened me up all the way. He could see my brilliant white bra and panties. I tried to twist to cover my shame, but he laid such a soft hand on my tummy that I closed my eyes.
He rubbed me so lovingly I could now feel his "worship" of my body through his tender fingers. Then he lowered his head and kissed my navel. I let out a low moan.
"Zippy my love, enjoy it, let go of yourself. Your body will experience such pleasure here tonight that you'll never forget." I felt like I could believe him, so soothing was his tone of voice.
As his hands climbed higher nearer my breasts, I almost ached for his masterful touch on my tits. He circled them maddeningly slowly before brushing against the wire stiffening of my bra. Then he laid a palm flat on my left breast. My, did it ever feel so good! Why had Philip managed to give me two children, now aged 12 and 9 yet never such pleasure? He squeezed each breast through the smooth material of the bra, giving me such exquisite pleasure throughout my body. Then he lifted me gently and unclasped the bra so expertly, quite as if it was he who had dressed me. I was on the point of thanking him when I remembered that while he knew my name and my taste for pizza, I still had no idea who he was. I tried to raise my hands to cover myself, only to remember I was in bonds, though they felt to be of some soft material, like silk.
"Please don't struggle. I promised I will not harm you in any way. Don't you believe me?" he asked in that voice that had the power to soothe me with its quiet kindness. I wanted to reach out and tear off the mask he was wearing to discover who he was. I could feel warm air on my skin and most pointedly on my breasts. I saw him look down at them. He let out a sound like a low whistle. He seemed amazed. His fingers took one nipple each and rolled them softly, tenderly, making sharp jolts cut through my body mercilessly. I wanted to tell him to stop playing with my body like that but the words died on my lips for the pleasure he was giving me.
His face came down as though he would kiss me again. Before I could decide whether to turn away or not, the lips lighted on my left nipple. My, the warmth of that mouth covering my breasts! His other hand was still titillating my right nipple.
By now I hardly cared, given over to sensual pleasure. He kept up this exquisite torture for some time, switching his sucking and licking from one breast to the other. I did not know when his hand had traveled south; I only felt it fondling my pubis. I was astonished that my panty felt wet from my own juices. 'How depraved you have become, Njambi!' I berated myself. This stranger felt like he knew my body's responses better than I did myself! He rubbed my pussy in ways I had never felt in my whole life. One finger slid between my legs and they parted for him all of their own accord, without my permission. He rubbed my outer lips firmly, yet with great tenderness, while driving me out of my mind with his tongue on my titties in turn, almost as if he had two mouths there.
He suddenly stopped and I thought it was all over, before I realised he had only come up for air. Instead he grabbed my panties and with mock roughness pulled them right off, folding them neatly and laying them where he had put my bra. He came round and stood between my legs looking at my vagina as if it were a delectable dish. Using both his hands he pulled my outer lips apart and blew lightly on my clit. That warm breath nearly drove me mad, but I need never have bothered. More and better was coming.
He sank out of my sight and the next thing I knew his tongue was licking my inner thighs. It felt like a very soft towel caressing me, sometimes flicking my pussy lips. Then he fell to licking me in my most secret place, first up one lip, then down another. I could not suppress the cry that sprang to my other lips. Now that devilishly clever tongue was between the lips and doing crazy things to me. He opened my legs wider and now that tongue invaded my clit. That was like death, so total was the pleasure. A few strokes were all I needed and I felt something hot start up near my stomach and take hold of my whole body, twisting and rolling inexorably.
"Aaarrrgh!" escaped from my throat. My stomach muscles tightened. My thigh muscles were twitching uncontrollably. And my twat was pulsating as if the heart had taken up residence there. I was in a space with nothing but the violent emotions rushing through me. For a long time I came and came. Utterly spent, I slowly came back to the white room to find my legs splayed wide, a masked face between them and the warmest feeling of satisfaction infusing me. I suddenly felt my body sag. I must have dozed off.
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There is nothing to compare with the joy of making a woman climax. Especially with your mouth and lips. If you have never tried it, let me tell you how much you have been missing. You think the ultimate is shoving your cock in her cunt and making loud noises? You have not even begun to enjoy life, brother. You should promise yourself to learn.
I rested my head on one of her thighs, sitting on my softly padded stool. I looked at that newly-come pussy, the lips shining with my saliva and her juices. She looked so good, so inviting and a deep sense of fulfillment came over me. I was happy, yet this was only round one. I had a whole night with this lovely woman. |
19,637 | Zoe and Her Boss | Otazel | NonConsent/Reluctance | 2006-07-28 | 2006-07-28 | 2022-01-01 15:51:49 | 1 | literotica.com | https://www.literotica.com/s/zoe-and-her-boss | Tables are turned on a lecherous employer. | [''] | 4.1 | Carl was the boss and Zoe the secretary, but you wouldn't have thought it from the look of power on her face and the one of capitulation on his. She had just informed him that she knew of his little tax fiddle, and was quite willing to take her evidence to the police and the inland revenue if he didn't go along with her requests. In answer to his asking what those requests were, she had told him that she would let him stew a while and had then arranged a private meeting at her home the next day, to come to 'an amicable agreement'.
The next day arrived and so did Carl, his patronising "Good morning, Zoe, I trust you are well" not helping his position at all. She showed him through to her lounge without bothering to answer, handing him a coffee and indicating a chair for him to sit.
"You know, you really are mistaken, all my dealings are completely above board!" He was putting on his 'upper management' look. "You're good at your job and I'd hate to see you lose it over misplaced zeal, but if you continue with this absurd accusation your position will become quite untenable"
So that was how it was going to be. He was going to bluster and threaten and hope that she would back down. Well, this time she wouldn't!
"I don't think so. It's you that is in an awkward position, not me!" Zoe looked at him. She could see that under his bravado he was worried. He was used to being the one in authority, not the one under the cosh. He had realised that he was on a loser.
"Well, as I said, you are good at your job, so I'm sure I can arrange a little bonus and a raise, for the confidential nature of the work you do, so to speak." He raised his eyebrows to convey the real meaning of his words. "Shall we say five percent?"
"I'll take fifteen!" Zoe had already decided to triple anything he offered.
He looked relieved but pretended to mull it over. "Very well, fifteen percent, now if you'll let me have those photocopies, we'll say no more."
"Oh, no. Fifteen percent pay rise is only the start. I have my own proposal for you yet, and that's non-negotiable, totally non-negotiable!"
Zoë's cold, flat voice stopped her boss dead in his tracks. Just as he thought he had things back under his control, he found he hadn't.
"And your proposal is...?"
"Well, I intend to redress the balance a little. I'm sick of being ordered about by you, told to do things that are way outside of my job description and treated like shit. So I'm going to reverse the trend. No, don't bother arguing about how good a boss you are...!" She could see that he was about to rear up at her for her remarks.
"Here's what we'll do. Every Tuesday morning for until I say otherwise, beginning today, you'll give me the morning off and you'll come around here and you'll work for me. I don't think you'll find your duties too onerous"
"That's preposterous. I can't even contemplate that proposal. I do have my position to consider you know!"
"But I think you can contemplate it – what's more you'll comply. Your 'position' will become so much worse if you don't!"
"But this is blackmail!"
"Yes!" Again her delivery was flat and emotionless.
"And just what 'duties' do you have in mind." He was yielding to the inevitable.
"Oh, the sort of things you have me do in the office, you know, cleaning, tidying up, just generally acting as my personal servant, that sort of thing! Do it well and when I'm satisfied I may ask you to tidy away certain photocopies that I'll carelessly leave lying around."
He treated her to a baleful glare. "Very well, when do you wish me to start?"
"As soon as you've put your uniform on."
"Uniform? I'm not wearing any uniform. You don't wear a uniform!"
"Not as such, no. But you make it very clear that you want me in a short skirt and a low top at work, so you'll wear a uniform too."
"Oh. All right! What uniform have you in mind?"
"This one." She passed him a French-maid's apron, complete with frills.
"But I'll look ridiculous!"
"True, but then so do I wearing mini skirts at thirty-four!"
"Very well." He made to fasten the apron around his waist.
"Oh, no! You're not to wear your uniform as well as your street clothes. I don't wear trousers under my mini skirt or a shirt and tie under my top, so you don't wear them under your uniform either."
He looked at her open mouthed for a minute, then closed it, submitted to the unavoidable embarrassment, and began to undress. His mouth was now a tight lipped line in a reddening face. Zoe smiled to herself in triumph.
She had to admit that for a man in his late forties Carl was fit. He was tall, well proportioned, and had the ruggedly handsome looks that belied his job as a 'pen-pusher'. She knew her played golf and squash, and it clearly paid off in toned muscle, though his almost hairless chest was not really to her taste. Having said that, his circumcised cock, looking promising even in its flaccid state, definitely was to her taste.
Soon he stood before her dressed only in the frilly apron, trying hard to maintain a semblance of his accustomed authority and dignity in the face of her frank appraisal.
"Yes, you'll do." She passed him a feather duster. "Perhaps you'd like to begin by giving this room a dusting. Then there's the hall, the bedroom, dining room... well, you get the idea!" His glower spoke volumes.
She sat and watched for a while, entertained by the unlikely sight of a nearly naked executive going over her ornaments with a feather duster. Then she decided that if she really was to be a lady of leisure today, she may as well dress the part, and went to change.
Returning a few minutes later, wearing a rather diaphanous negligee and nothing else, she was pleased to see that Carl had not taken the chance to slack off, but was still hard at it. Her route back to her seat took her close behind him, and she took predictable advantage of that to run a hand over his buttocks and into his crack as she passed by. His reaction was instantaneous. He jumped forward from surprise, spun round and glared at her.
"Keep your hands to yourself young lady. Just because I'm doing this doesn't give you the right to touch me up!"
"I don't see why not. It seems to give you the right at the office. I thought you'd appreciate my attention as I'm supposed to appreciate yours. Nice arse, by the way!"
Carl glared silently, unable to find a suitable answer, then turned and resumed his task, though with the occasional glance over his shoulder to see where she was. He seemed a little perturbed by her negligee.
Zoe resumed her seat and watched silently for a little while. Then she looked a little harder, her attention drawn by something she thought she'd seen. Had she? She couldn't quite believe it, but yes, there it was clear to see. She burst out laughing. Carl had a hard on!
"You're not keeping your mind on your work Carl. Just be careful you don't knock over any ornaments with that thing!"
Carl's back stiffened at Zoë's remark, but he ignored her and continued dusting while trying with his free hand to surreptitiously to persuade his erection to lie flatter against his stomach. He did not succeed, so hard was his cock that it was determined to stand out 'loud and proud'.
"Carl, there are duties that you would like me to perform in the office, but which fall too far outside of my job specs. Fortunately, in the circumstances, you don't have any job specs apart from 'what I say goes', so I think I'll add some of those to my own ideas for your work here today."
If Zoe had been in front of Carl at that moment she would have seen him close his eyes momentarily, half dreading and half hoping that he had guessed right as to just what those duties might be. After all, he had made little attempt at work to disguise his lusting after Zoë's body and maybe those pigeons were coming home to roost.
"And just what might those ideas be, may I ask?" Carl enquired in his usual patronising voice.
"You may not. You will be informed at the appropriate moment, until then just get on with your work." Her mimicry of his 'managerial' voice and way of speaking was uncanny. She could see him bristling at the impersonation.
She watched him dusting his way along a book shelf or a little while, then, when he got near to the end, she spoke again.
"As soon as you've done that shelf, - and properly mind, - come to me, I have another job for you."
"What now?"
"You'll see, just finish that shelf first.
Carl finished the shelf in silence, and then turned to face Zoe. "Yes?"
"I'll say this as you would like to speak to me, except that you daren't!" Zoe looked disparagingly at him. "Come over here, kneel down and lick my cunt!"
"What!" His mouth dropped open and the words fell out. "I'll do no such thing, young lady, how dare you speak to me like that!"
"Yes you will. You've wanted me to suck your cock long enough, as you once told me at the Christmas party. Now it's my turn. So come on, get on your knees!" She leaned back in her chair, raised her negligee and opened her legs to him, revealing the said cunt, wet and glistening.
Carl still did not move, but his cock did. Zoe could clearly see it twitching its enthusiasm.
"Well? You've wanted to touch my cunt often enough. Now that you can, are you not man enough for the job?"
Her taunt did the trick. Sinking to his knees Carl leaned forward and began tentatively to lick Zoë's clit.
"Not like that! It's like you expect it to bite you! I want it pushed flat onto me, all the way up my slit as if you were licking an ice lolly, and put some fucking effort into it. I want that tongue to ache by the time I cum!"
Carl complied, his tongue working overtime, lapping away at Zoë's clit and cunt for all he was worth. In normal circumstances he would even have paid to be allowed to do this, but the fact that he had no choice was giving all the pleasure to Zoe.
For Zoe this was heaven. Not only was she being licked in just the way she wanted to be, but she had the pleasure of knowing that her high and mighty boss was the one forced into doing it. She could feel her juices running, combining with Carl's saliva to make her slick and wet from her clit to her anus and beyond. Soon she felt the earliest stirrings of her orgasm deep within her pelvis, at first just a warm sensation of pleasure that grew hotter and stronger as her climax neared, bringing little gasps from her and making her writhe gently under Carl's tongue.
Realising that Zoe was getting close Carl inserted a forefinger into Zoë's vagina, intending to finger fuck her as she came. But Zoe didn't intend for Carl to have any say in matters, regardless of how good his ideas might be and dhs stopped him curtly.
"Take that dirty digit out of my hole. How do you expect to do as you're told and lick me properly with that fucking thing stuck up me?"
Carl had yet to get used to taking such correction from an employee, and his neck turned red with frustrated anger as he wrenched his finger from her in acquiescence to her instructions. Zoe felt a rush of pure malice and power surge through her at his reaction, a rush that took her even closer to her climax. And her hips began to push towards his face, flattening his tongue even harder against her throbbing pussy. Then she came! Grabbing Carl's head she forced his mouth cruelly onto her pussy, using his hair to pull and push him up and down her slit as she bucked and heaved against him, deliberately rubbing her soaking cunt all over his face until her orgasm subsided.
"Go and get cleaned up, you look as if you've been washing your face in cunt juices, then come back to me here!" She glared down at him kneeling before her, a look of pure hatred on his wet and shiny face.
While Carl was in the bathroom Zoe regained control of her body, slipped out of her negligee and, sitting open legged on her chair, played gently with her clit, coaxing her abused pussy back to arousal. And there she stayed when Carl returned, blatantly masturbating in front of him before issuing her next instruction.
"Ok, get out of that ridiculous apron, and then you may fuck me!"
With a venomous stare Carl untied the strings holding his costume and let it fall to the floor, remaining standing until Zoe told him how she wanted fucking. He was learning fast.
For perhaps a minute Zoe continued to masturbate, then she rose from the chair and knelt on the carpet on all fours.
"Do me doggy style good and hard please!"
Good and hard was just what she was likely to get. Carl was fired up with humiliation and hatred and immediately knelt behind her, ramming his cock straight into her cunt without any foreplay or probing to find the entrance. He just wanted to hurt her, to fuck her so hard and so brutally that she would cry out in pain. That way he believed he could assuage his wounded pride and restore his dominant position. He was wrong. Zoe wanted to be fucked hard. Not 'made love to', not fucked normally, but shagged as hard as possible. In a perverse way that would reinforce within her the idea that this was not a normal consensual fucking, but one without any affection whatever. It would leave her still in control. She wanted, needed, him to force it deep into her, to bang her as hard and fast as he could. He was playing straight into her hands.
Gripping her hips so hard that his knuckles showed white, Carl fucked Zoe unmercifully, pulling right back only to crash forward, slamming his body against her buttocks time and again. Reluctantly she had to admit that he was a powerful lover, just what she needed and she could have no complaint. On and on he ploughed into her, his rock hard cock plunging in and out of her very wet passage. She would be sore later, but right now she was carried away on his violent reaming of her pussy. Her second orgasm was on its way.
In the event they reached climax simultaneously. Carl dug his fingers viciously into her hips and he thrust himself as far into her cunt as he could, squirting his semen into her depths with a deep throaty roar. At virtually the same moment Zoe screamed her pleasure, her orgasm triggered by the feel of the first spurt of Carl's spunk splashing against her cervix. For both the intensity of the orgasms was beyond anything they had previously experienced. It left them both shaken and a little frightened by the strength of their release. The experience was, in its own way, quite cathartic, bringing them to realise just how much more pleasure could be gained from cooperation rather than antagonism.
Zoe was the first to collect her thoughts and looked up at Carl, her whole body still trembling from her climax.
"Thank you, Carl, I think that's enough for today, don't you?"
Carl nodded, his chest heaving, still unable as yet to get enough breath to speak.
"And Carl?"
He looked at her.
"The 'thank you' is genuine."
He nodded again. "And mine!" He gasped eventually. |
19,638 | Zoe Ch. 01 | naive_rose_corsette | NonConsent/Reluctance | 2007-12-03 | 2007-12-03 | 2022-01-01 15:51:50 | 1 | literotica.com | https://www.literotica.com/s/zoe-ch-01 | Zoe meets a dom and he kidnaps her. | ['Kidnap'] | null | **Zoe: Pt. 1 Meeting the Master**
Zoe was beautiful, a young slender body. Her breasts 36c, with a matching ass, filled an S shape from the side and from the front a perfect hour glass. She hid her face with black framed glasses and beautiful red hair shaped around to hide the rest. She had the most gorgeous green eyes to compliment her hair. She was born in America, but both parents were Irish, so she had a soft Irish/American accent. She never really spoke much as she was your basic cast- a-way, who dressed abnormally, and did everything she was suppose to, to have a high grade point average. In fact, to take away the distractions that could possibly interfere with her achieving college and having the job of her dream, she would force her breasts and ass down to appear flat. When she would become lonely, however; she made no effort to make these modifications, but everyone would claim she was stuffing her bra and her panties. At 18, her senior year, she finally gave up and continued her body modifications to look like "herself", at least what everyone else knew her as.
Her only friend was a guy, he was 26, a car body engineer. He was also gorgeous, but unnoticed and they shared that common attribute. What she was unaware of, was that he was in love with her. Daniel Eddinburg was her best friend, with shallow blue eyes and dark hair, he stood 6'2 and she only 5'3. It was a cute match, if they'd ever make a move. She went to school and came home, and if she had any trouble on her homework she would walk over to see him and have her help him. It was 2 months before school's end and she was going to go off to the college 200 or so miles from their hometown. He tried to tell her, but it was the wrong time. She ran over to his house her face red as could be, she was frustrated and angry again. "Oh Danny! Danny answer the door! Please be home!"
She knocked on the door, she knocked so hard her knuckles turned red, she brought her mouth to them sucking on the bright pink skin around her fist. Danny finally came to the door, and when he pulled it open he witnessed her doing this. "Z, what are you doing?"
"Sorry! Sorry! Can I please come in?!?" She whimpered as she moved closer to him.
"What's wrong, yes do come in..." He said and helped her inside as he grabbed a bag of ice and brought it to her, placing it over her hand. She hugged him tightly.
"It's so frustrating I hate being alone and now my parents started fighting, again... I don't know what to do?!?"
"Well... I'm not exactly sure." He told her and then thought his opportunity had arose. "Z, there's something I want to tell you." She looked up at him and eerily enough there was a knock at the door. She smiled for a moment.
"Shall I get that?" She stood.
"If you'd like be my guest." She took her glasses off so she could clear her eyes and left her glasses behind, she'd already taken off all modifications and put her t-shirt and play shorts on so she was flauntingly beautiful at this point. She pulled the door open and there stood a man about Danny's age.
He smiled his bright white smile and spoke, "Hello dear! I'm sorry... is Dan home?" She nodded, it was one of the workers that put together the test car's at Dan's work.
"DAN!" Zoe called for him.
"I'm Codence Prien." He introduced as Dan walked up.
"Hey what's going on?" Dan said.
"The rest of the guys wanted to invite you out, man! You can bring your girlfriend to if..."
Zoe interrupted as she stared at this guy. "I'm not his girlfriend, just his neighbor, and best friend." It was kind of a shoot down, for Dan, but he hadn't exactly given up in long run.
"You want to go, Zoe? We normally just go play pool at the Ross Sport's Bar and they allow 18 year olds in the game rooms."
"Sure sounds like fun." She answered Dan quickly. "Just... 20 minutes I've got to change." She figured the guy had already seen her normally so she wasn't going to change his view about her. She ran and grabbed her glasses as the boys came inside. "Just 20, maybe 30 minutes! I promise I'll be right back." She pushed her glasses on her face and she went to go get dressed. The guy stared at her ass as she ran outside. It seemed he was sizing her up as she turned to motion 3 as in 30 minutes. She noticed and grinned at him.
She came back and she was gorgeously dressed. She wore a short black skirt that came down to about 8 inches above her knee, and a rather revealing top. Something Dan wasn't aware was in her wardrobe. She smiled at them both and looked at Dan. He was adoring her as well as Codence, was standing next to him. He walked up next to her and took her arm walking her out to the car. Dan seemed slightly aggravated, but followed none the less. Dan didn't really know this guy, only from work. He didn't know if he was going to try to convince Zoe to sleep with him. What he was actually capable of, was much worse. They hung out at the bar till about 9 when Zoe disappeared with Codence to be taken home. She trusted him after only knowing him this one day? They both flirted all night and Codence was pretty sure he'd get laid, but instead Zoe ran inside and into her room. She forgot to shut the blinds as she took off her clothes and back into her sleeping wear. Codence stayed just to watch her through the window with a growing hard-on. He went back to the bar and met up with Dan. "She's safe at home." He reassured Dan.
"Thanks, man." Dan continued his game.
"She's some hot stuff for real man! You should have gotten with her by now as long as you've known each other," Code remarked.
"Yea OK, let's not talk about it right now, god damn it... She's not your type so don't fucking try." Dan snapped for once.
"Fuck off, dude find a ride I'm going home now." Code was pissed off and left. Dan got a ride home with a different coworker. He contemplated how he'd try to tell her, but things didn't seem to fit in his head after the display. She came over the next day.
"Hey Dan, I'm sorry I know I acted funny last night." She smiled. "Code is coming over this afternoon and we're going to docks tonight. It's going to be so great."
Dan snapped again, "Look he'll probably just take your virginity and fucking leave you, why do you wanna even try that shit?!?" She seemed appalled.
"Fine, whatever... fucking see if I care whether you fucking die anymore or not," She turned and he said.
"NO WAIT! I just love you OK, Z!" She turned back to him her mouth dropped.
"Wh...What? No whatever, you're just trying to make up some kind of bullshit to protect me. I'm going out on this date and your not stopping me."
She left, and that night did exactly what she said she would do. Codence picked her up, took her out to the docks. He took her to a quiet area where there wasn't many others around them and spoke sweet nothings in her ear. "You're so beautiful Zoe. You deserve to have more than constant stress of school. Let me take you away for the summer." She was flustered and flattered. He seemed sweet to her. She shook her head yes, but she would soon regret that. He thought he had convinced her that things would be OK if he were to touch her so he did. He grabbed her ass, but she didn't seem to appreciate that.
"What are you doing?" She looked at him.
"Just touching my girl."He tells her.
"I haven't agreed to dating yet." She pulled away from him holding her.
"But we're on a date." He instructed in a more forceful voice. She looked at him for a couple minutes, and finally he realized she wouldn't be wooed into becoming his toy, he had to take it.
He grabbed her face kissing her as she backed into a corner trying to push him off. She finally succeeded only to receive a hand print across her face as she was smacked. He turned her and pressed his raging hard-on into her ass. "Fucking take it, you little bitch!" He started to grind her over the rail as he pulled out some wire. He turned her and grabbed her pussy which against her cries and pleas to have him stop was moist and accepting. "See this is what you really are and you know it! You're my submissive little bitch! You only need training don't you, you little cunt?" Her pussy moistened further in his hands as he brought his hand across her face. "FUCKING ANSWER ME!" He boomed. She only cried and tried to fight more as her face was red and tear drained. "You will refer to me as master in every reply NOW FUCKING ANSWER ME! Or I will fuck you here and stain the concrete with your virginal blood!"
She cried, "NO MASTER!" He slapped her continuously for defying him.
"Say yes or I swear you'll be brought more pain than you've ever imagined!"
She cried out "Yes master!"
He smiled. "Good, now let's take you home to meet you're sisters and brother!" He turned her around quickly as he dry humped her ass a bit. "See you enjoy this." He tied her wrists with the wire which cut every time she tried to get free.
By the time they'd gotten to his home her wrists were extremely bloody and dripped as she was taken out of the car he turned her around and showed her the blood. "DID YOU DO THAT?!?" She whimpered as he pulled her skirt up and ripped her panties off. "I'll do it right here unless you tell me!"
"YES MASTER" She cried as he threw her face into the seat.
"Lap that blood up and come on" She did as she was told crying. She'd worn contacts so her eyes were getting really dry at this point and her tears were beginning to well up and slowly drip. He grabbed her up and slammed her against the side of the car as he closed and locked the doors. He took her inside as he witnessed a line of his submissive slaves kneeling, the rest finishing their chores. "Take her and clean her up,. lock her in a cell in the basement I'll get to her tomorrow." He said as he walked up to one of them and threw her at her new "brother". He started to finger the slave he'd gone to and she moaned at his attacks. She was soon giving him a blow job at his protests to do so before Zoe was taken down to a cage and locked up her wrists tied to a wall her close tattered and bloody as well as her face bruised and tears still dampened her cheeks randomly. She had met her new master...
(To be continued...) |
19,639 | Zoe's Awakening | nothinglefttoburn | NonConsent/Reluctance | 2015-04-29 | 2015-05-04 | 2022-01-01 15:51:50 | 5 | literotica.com | https://www.literotica.com/s/zoes-awakening-pt-01 | 1. At a new job, her past comes back to haunt her. 2. She starts her new job. 3. She's punished by her boss. 4. Her boss shares his new toy. 5. Her secret is revealed and she makes her decision. | ['Blackmail', 'Blowjob', 'Boss', 'Lingerie', 'Nonconsent', 'Office', 'Oral', 'Reluctance', 'Spanking', 'Submissive'] | 4.37 | The first day of any new job is nerve-wracking. No amount of preparation or confidence in your abilities can ever really quell the nerves. Mostly, for me, it's about meeting new people. I hate it; it's so fake and forced and just awful. Sure, I might make a few friends eventually. But that first day - it's the worst.
So, when I walked into Goodman and Stern on that sunny August day, I was trying to hold my head high, look approachable, friendly. The opposite of how I felt. I smiled and shook hands with people as I met them, then began setting up my desk next to who I supposed would become my new cubicle-buddy, an older woman named Cindy. Churchy, judgmental, trying-too-hard type, I could tell right away. She gave me a tight little smile and a perfunctory handshake, looking me up and down with thinly veiled distain. As the day wore on, I was taken on tours and given names of people to call for help should I need it. I felt overwhelmed by all the information, paperwork and training manuals and by lunchtime I needed a break, so I sat in my car and trying to do breathing exercises, to no avail. I went back inside and tried to start in on some of the training papers that needed to be turned in by the end of the week.
Then I saw him. I couldn't remember his name, wasn't even sure I had ever known it. But you know when you just know a face? The set of a jaw, the shape of the eyes. I knew I had met him somewhere, he was so familiar to me. But I just couldn't place him. I'd been staring for a few moments when he approached me.
"Hi. Samuel Page. I'm the manager of this department. And you are...?" He stuck out his hand, cocking his eyebrow at me. Handsome, boyish good looks, dark hair and blue eyes, tight body, obviously worked out... I struggled to speak, as the realization of who he was dawned on me suddenly, like a sucker punch to the gut. I felt the blood drain from my face and my entire body tense. I couldn't tell if he recognized me yet. If he did, he was good at hiding it. Oh, but I bet he'll remember after a while...
I sucked in a deep breath and shook his hand with as much warmth and enthusiasm as I could muster, given my intense reaction to his presence. "Oh, Hi...Mr. Page. I'm Zoe. Zoe Wallace. It's very... nice to meet you." I said, thankful that my voice sounded level and only slightly shaky, which could be passed off as typical first day jitters. Everyone gets 'em, right?
He let go of my hand and smiled congenially. "Welcome to the team, Zoe. We're glad to have you. Please let me know if you need any help as you get accustomed to everything here. I'm just over there in that office," he said, waving an arm behind him to indicate a corner office with windows facing into the main hub, blinds currently pulled up.
"Great. Yes. I'll...do that." I sputtered, sounding more and more idiotic as the conversation wore on. I smiled, my most charming smile, and continued, "Thank you, Mr. Page. I guess I'll just finish getting set up here."
"Of course. I'll leave you to it." With a quick smile, he turned and walked to his office. I noticed that he closed the blinds when he went in this time. I hoped he wasn't in there, thinking about where he knew me from.
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I'd met Samuel Page a lifetime ago. Well, met is a very loose term. I'd seen him. He'd seen me. That was about it, but it was enough to make me rethink this job for fear of recognition.
It had been 8 years ago, when I was 19, at a frat party. I'd dragged my friend along, despite her protests, in hopes of scoring some weed and sucking some guy's cock in the basement. I'd gotten a lot more than I'd bargained for. The air had been thick with testosterone, with drunken cries and smoke and thudding music blaring from cheap speakers. I hadn't had anything to drink, in fact, I was stone-cold sober the whole night. Totally aware of what I was doing. I had teased a lot of the guys, with little grabs and pets here and there. A promise of more to come. Oh, and how it had come. By midnight, I'd been stuffed full of cock. I was dick-drunk. Fucking, sucking, unable to stop the whirlwind that had somehow consumed me. I'd always fantasized about it, being used by multiple men, their come on my face and tits, drying there, marking me as a whore. Somehow it had all just unfolded. There was a guy, on the periphery, I could tell he wanted a turn. Wanted a ride on the fuck machine, so to speak. But he'd been a bit shy about it, and retreated to his room for the night at some point, I'd assumed. I'd been wrong, though, because later he had reemerged to join the party once more, this time armed with a polaroid camera. I'd been so far gone, I hadn't cared a bit. In fact, I remember giving him a thumbs up for one picture, one cock in my mouth, another in my pussy, and another guy pouring beer all over my tits.
Samuel Page had been the guy with the camera. I knew that with sickening surety.
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On the ride home, I try to calm myself. Rationalize. It's fine; I'm different now. A new woman. Married, with a house in the suburbs. No kids yet, but Mark is adamant that we start trying. I keep taking my pills, though. I'm just not ready yet.
What could Page do? There's no way in hell he'd actually kept the pictures, all these years. And they'd been taken long before Instagram and Facebook and Tumblr and whatever other online nonsense you can think of. So I'm safe. It's ok. Nothing to worry about, nothing to see here, folks, move along.
I just can't shake the feeling that maybe, just maybe... he had kept the pictures.
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My first week goes fine. No major mess-ups or embarrassing moments. So far, no sign that my boss remembers me. In fact, he's friendly. Charming. And, yes, a little cute. According to all the other girls in the office, that is. I'm happily married, not looking at other guys, not wondering how big their cocks are or how much they come. No. Not me. Definitely not.
As Friday comes to a close, I allow myself to relax a little. I was just overthinking things; he never even suspected anything. All I am to him is the new girl, nothing special, nothing interesting. The thought makes me feel calm.
Cindy, my new cubicle mate, approaches me as closing time rolls around on Friday. "Zoe, we thought it might be fun to go out for a few drinks, celebrate your first week?" She says, her voice too high pitched and whiny. The woman just irritates me; I don't even exactly know why. Something about the way she wears her hair and makeup, the tight little smile she gives the younger guys in the office, as if she's trying to say, "Yeah, I've still got it. I'm sexy. Right?"
I try not to grimace at her when I reply. "Aw, thanks Cindy, but I have plans. With my husband. Maybe next week?" I ask, trying to be cordial, friendly. No need to make enemies within the first month. She accepts my rejection with a little pout which quickly turns to a fake smile. "Of course, you enjoy! See you Monday, girl!" Girl? I think irritably. Neither one of us is a girl, Cindy. Time to face facts. I smile back and tell her to have a nice weekend, then, shouldering my purse, I turn to leave.
I'm halfway to the elevator when I hear someone shouting my name. "Zoe? Hey, Zoe!" Page. I stop dead in my tracks, heart hammering in my chest. I slap a big, insincere grin on my face before wheeling around to face him. I jump. He'd gotten much closer to me, and I almost run smack into him before I catch myself. In the calmest voice I can command, I reply, "Yes, Mr. Page? Is there... something you need before I go?"
He has an apologetic look on his face, and gives a small shrug. "I'm really sorry, Zoe, but yeah, I could use a little help before you leave for the weekend. I have a really big meeting coming up - we're looking to acquire a massive account - and I need to ask you something before the clients come next week." He smiles, looking sheepish and almost schoolboyish. But there's something in his eyes that makes me wary. A certain hungry quality I've seen before.
I sigh, not really trying to hide my disappointment at having to stay. "Yeah, of course. I'll help in any way I can. I just have to text my husband, he was expecting me." I go to pull out my phone and notice the way his eyes dance with mirth at the mention of my husband. Interesting.
I follow Page to his office after texting Mark a quick heads-up that I'd be staying late. He'd be fine with it, we're looking to save up to get a dog sometime in the near future anyway. I'd always said I needed a pet before a kid, so that's the next step. A puppy. Maybe a Corgi, or a Puggle. Something cute and sweet and cuddly, not too big or slobbery. I'm lost in thoughts of my future pet when I sit down in the chair opposite Page's. His office is a decent size, but sparse. No pictures, no personal touches. Just a large desk, his computer and some file cabinets in the corner. Not even a plant.
We're both sitting, staring at each other from across the desk, and there's a weird tension in the air. I have a sick feeling in my stomach. He smiles, a wolfish, feral grin. Wicked. Evil. Hungry.
"Ah, Zoe. Our newest employee. You know, I've been watching you. And I think you're going to excel here at Goodman and Stern. I just... have a feeling. A hunch, if you will. So, I've decided to go with my gut, as the saying goes, and offer you a promotion."
I'm genuinely taken aback. I can't believe I'd let me nerves get to me like that. A promotion? Seriously? I let out a long sigh of relief. "Oh my gosh, wow... I don't know what to say," I begin, laughing a little at my own silliness.
Page holds up a hand to stop me. "Now, hold on, honeybunch, I'm not done. I wanted to go over the job duties before you accept. This position will involve considerably more... work... on your part." He says, placing his elbows on his desk, leaning forward.
I nod, enthusiastically, ignoring the pet name, and start again: "Oh, of course, but I'm totally up for it..."
He laughs and cuts me off once more: "Oh, I've no doubt about that, Zoe, none at all. Let's go over the duties, though, shall we?"
He reaches down into a desk drawer and pulls out a thick envelope as well as a small, fancy shopping bag. Very feminine. The label on it says La Perla. As he arranges the items on his desk, he starts talking.
"Ah, Zoe. On your first day, I knew I'd seen your face somewhere. It took me all week to place it - but it finally came to me one night while I was at the gym, on the treadmill. It was so crazy I had to go home and check, just to make sure. Dug out the old treasure chest in the back of my closet. By golly, I was right. I've never been so glad to be a pack rat! Now, I already know the answer, but I'd like to hear you say it: Do you know who I am?"
My stomach is churning and I feel like I might puke bile. My face is numb from all of the blood leaving it so suddenly. So I was right. He does know. He remembers. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. I can't lie, it's written all over my face. I've never been known for my ability to hide my emotions. I try to summon my voice, but all that comes out is a squeaky whisper: "Yes."
Page smiles, that same wicked grin. "Good girl. Oh, Zoe. I never got my turn. I can't believe how fucking perfect it is. I mean, fuck, sometimes life is so goddamned good."
He chuckles to himself, delighted with this turn of events, and continues: "So. Your new duties as my PA. Well, first off all, I want you to stop wearing that prudish church goer shit. Get some new pencil skirts. Short. Thigh high stockings, with a backseam. Heels. Good ones, at least 4 inches. Sexy. No Payless shit either. As far as your job duties, they will be... strenuous. I can fuck you whenever I want. However I want. Ass, pussy, mouth - they're all mine now. I own them. Anytime you're on the clock is a time I can have my way with you. And you will never turn me down or deny me in any way. Is that clear?"
I'm shaking all over, and it takes all the courage I have to speak. "Fuck you. I don't have to do shit. You don't know anything about me, and you don't have any proof even if you did. I have money," I lie, "How much do you want?"
He just laughs, heartily, like I've just told the most charming joke. "I don't want your fucking money, and I already know you don't have any to give." As quickly as it started, the laughter is over and his tone is clipped, completely serious as he continues. "I'm going to get what I wanted all those years ago, at that frat party. You're going to give it to me. And you want proof? Here ya go, bitch." With that, Page reaches into the thick envelope on his desk and extracts a polaroid, sliding it across his desk so that it's in front of me.
I snatch it up, wishing I had a lighter to set it on fire. The color hasn't even faded from the picture, it looks as if it was taken just yesterday. In it, I'm on my knees, sucking an enormous cock, spit and cum hanging off my chin in sticky ropes. The image repulses and intrigues me. I had forgotten how it was. How I was. I feel sick, and I shove the polaroid into my purse, intent on destroying it once I get home.
Page laughs again. "Keep it, honey. I've got more where that came from, and all of them scanned into my computer, as well as backup USB sticks and other prints. So, about the rest of your job duties. I want you wearing lingerie everyday, too. I bought you some to get you started. I had a feeling you probably married some lame ass dickwad who says inane shit like 'sweatpants are sexy.'" He says this with a derisive snort and passes the La Perla bag to me. "I want you to wear the red thing on Monday. Give me a little show to start off our new working relationship."
I feel like I've been nailed to the chair I'm sitting in and someone has placed sandbags on my shoulders. I slump, utterly defeated. If I could take even the slightest risk of Mark finding out, I would refuse Page, tell him to shove his stupid polaroids up his ass. But that's not an option. Mark knows nothing about my secret slutty past, still believes (God bless him) that I was a virgin on our wedding night. And I'd like to keep it that way.
I look Page in the eye, wishing that looks could, in fact, kill. "Fine." I spit between my teeth and grab the La Perla bag, getting up to go.
"Ah, wait one more moment Zoe. I'd like you to say, 'Thank you for this opportunity, sir. Is there anything else?'" When I don't respond immediately he makes an impatient gesture and prods, "Go on, say it then..."
Through gritted teeth and a painfully clenched jaw, I manage to say the words. "Thank you for this opportunity... Sir. Is there anything else before I go?"
Page smiles and claps his hands like an eager child on Christmas morning. "Actually, slut, there is one more thing." His smile fades and his voice turns steely. "Give me your panties." He holds out his hand expectantly.
My cheeks burn with humiliation but I shimmy out of my underwear quickly, dropping them on the desk, avoiding his outreached hand, and then turn quickly to leave. As I walk out the door, I hear his voice behind me.
"See you Monday..."
+++
For the first time since we got married, I'm actually glad when Mark tells me he's agreed to work overtime this weekend. I need time alone to think, to process the events of this evening. And apparently, I'll need some time to shop for new skirts, lingerie and heels as well.
When I arrive home on Friday night, Mark is waiting with dinner and a glass of wine. As well as a beautifully wrapped gift, sitting right in the middle of the kitchen table. I rush to him, arms outstretched, and he wraps me in a warm embrace, making me feel for a moment as if everything will be ok. It has to be. Right?
We sit down for dinner and I make a gesture at the gift. "What's that, Mark?" I ask, genuinely interested. Did I forget someone's birthday, or anniversary? I wonder for a moment.
Mark's face splits into a wide grin. "It's for you. For finishing your first week at your new job. Go on, open it." He's as eager and sweet as a golden retriever.
I smile, trying to ignore the sinking feeling in the pit of my stomach at the mention of my job. "Oh, honey, you didn't have to do that.." I trail off as I tear off the paper and stare, completely taken aback. "Oh my god. Mark. What the...how did..." I'm so excited, so surprised, I can't even finish my sentence. In my hands is a brand new MacBook Pro, a laptop. I've been wanting a new computer for over a year, when my college one finally went to the great electronics recycling plant in the sky, but when we bought the house, we had to sacrifice a lot of material wants. I stare at my husband, completely slack jawed.
He's grinning like the cat who ate the canary. "I've been saving for a while. I'm so proud of you, Z, you really deserve this. And now you can write that book you've been wanting to write forever!"
I had almost forgotten my passion for writing in the years since college. I'd been an English major, had loved reading the classics, writing papers and poetry, dreaming of the day I'd write and publish my own masterpiece. I can't help the tears that well up, the gesture is too much after a day like I've had. It kills me to lie, even if it's a lie by omission, to this sweet man. I feel like I've hoodwinked him, betrayed his trust. Like I'm not worth the dirt in our yard, let alone this expensive and thoughtful gift.
Mark brushes my tears away tenderly. "Z, I'd give you everything if I could. You are so precious to me." I'm sobbing now and I'm sure he thinks I'm crazy. Dinner is officially abandoned, and we practically run to the bedroom, where I thank him thoroughly and repeatedly, until we both fall asleep, tangled together in a heap of sweaty limbs.
I dream of being tied to a large mahogany desk and choking on my own underwear.
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19,640 | Zoe's Revenge | bassbelly | NonConsent/Reluctance | 2008-03-28 | 2008-03-28 | 2022-01-01 15:51:54 | 1 | literotica.com | https://www.literotica.com/s/zoes-revenge | It doesn't pay to piss off Zoe. | ['Chloroform', 'Femdom', 'Payback', 'Revenge', 'Whips'] | 4.04 | "Get off me you asshole!"
"Ah, come on Zoe, you know you want it. Open those legs a little."
Zoe kept her legs rammed tightly together while Junior tried to pry them apart.
"Don't even dream about putting your nasty cock in me! I hate your dumb ass! Get off of me right now!"
"You know you don't mean that. You really want me to fuck you. You're just playing a little game with me."
"Let me up, you stupid son of a bitch. No means no! If you rape me I'll have the cops on your ass so fast you'll think they're jet pilots!"
Junior hit her with a hard right cross. Zoe passed out. When she came to, Junior was fucking her hard. Her pussy was bleeding. She bucked him off just before he started spewing his foul seed. She stood up and kicked him in the nuts. He screamed and doubled over in pain. Zoe retrieved her panties and started for the door.
"You're gonna pay for this, mother fucker! When I get done with you, you won't be able to fuck a cotton ball!"
Junior's daddy owned the town, so when she reported him for raping her, just exactly nothing happened. She resolved to make him pay.
Two years had passed since the rape. Zoe, now twenty, had spent a major part of her time figuring out ways to reduce junior to dust.
Junior was away at college; his rape of Zoe was just a fading memory. He had convinced himself that she had fallen for his seduction. He came home every three or four months to visit his parents.
Zoe kept careful track of his movements. Her plan was set. On his next visit, she would exact payment from Junior.
Junior was about six foot two and weighed 230 pounds, so Zoe knew she would have to overcome his sheer bulk. She was only five feet two inches tall and weighed a hundred and fifteen pounds. She decided on a chemical solution to her problem. She bought some chloroform.
Junior was big, but he wasn't too bright. He spent most of his time at home drinking with his buddies and raising hell in the little town. August in Texas is the hottest season of the year and Junior was fighting the heat with copious quantities of beer. Zoe watched him from a hilltop near the party. She knew that it wouldn't be long until all the party goers either went home or passed out. Junior was forcing his attentions on another young girl. She managed to fight him off and hide in the bathroom. She was the only one still awake at the party.
Zoe crept up behind Junior and slapped a rag full of chloroform over his nose. He struggled briefly and passed out. She hauled him out into the desert where she had assembled her revenge machine.
Junior woke up. The hot sun was beating down on him. He tried to say, "Oh damn," but found he was gagged. He tried to knock the gag off but he was completely immobilized on an "X" frame.
Zoe walked up to him with a whip in her hands. "Remember me, asshole? You raped me and thought you got away with it. I am here to give you what you deserve. I'll remove the ball gag before I start your punishment so I can enjoy listening to you scream the way you listened to me!"
She released the ball gag. "You no good bitch! When I get loose, you're gonna get your ass beat and then I'm gonna fuck you like the whore you are!" he shouted.
She slapped his cock with the whip. "I don't think you know who is in charge here stupid. By the time I get done with you, you'll crawl across Texas just to lick my dirty asshole," Zoe whispered into his ear.
"No way, bitch," declared Junior. He noticed he had the beginnings of a hardon.
"Oh looky! Your little old pecker is starting to stand up. Here, let me help you," said Zoe. She reached out and gently jacked his cock. It rapidly rose in her hands. "Looks like you're ready for some serious sex," she whispered.
At first Junior thought she was going to give him a blow job. Then he saw the sandpaper in her hand. "What are you going to do with that bitch?"
"I'm gonna teach you some respect," she quietly remarked. She started jacking him off with the sandpaper. Surprisingly, his cock stayed hard as she turned it bright red. Junior was writhing in pain as most of the skin was removed from his pecker. "I know you want to cum for me. I'll stop if you cum," Zoe promised sweetly.
Junior couldn't cum. He struggled and struggled but he just couldn't produce. Zoe stopped jacking him off with the sandpaper. His cock had very little skin left on it and it burned like it was on fire. It was bright red. "I wonder how long it'll take to quit hurting?" Zoe asked. "It took my cunt a whole month to quit hurting and bleeding after you raped me. I'm not cruel. I don't want you to get infected."
She produced a rag and a bottle of alcohol.
"Please don't do that," Junior screamed.
She soaked the rag with the alcohol and rubbed Junior's cock with it. There are no words to describe the sounds that came out of his mouth before he passed out. When he came to, his cock was felt like it was on fire. He had to look to make sure it wasn't.
"In order for you to survive, from now on you will address me as Mistress Zoe. You will call me Mistress or ma'am. Anything else will cause me to punish you. Do you understand?"
"Yeah."
THWACK, the whip landed on his aching cock. He screamed in pain.
"What did you say? I don't believe you said the right thing. Now, do you understand?"
"Yes mistress."
"I'm not sure I should allow you to breed. You're a mean sadistic son of a bitch."
He looked at the scissors in her hand.
"Please, mistress, don't hurt me anymore. I'll be good. I'll reform. I won't ever hurt anybody again ma'am."
She looked at him and smiled. "I've been thinking about snipping your nut sack open and whacking your balls off."
"No mistress, please don't do that. I'll do anything you want, but don't castrate me please ma'am, please," he begged.
"I don't know. I remember begging you not to jam your cock into my cunt but it didn't make any difference to you."
Junior was now weeping openly.
"Maybe I should let you go. You could be my obedient little slave. I've always wanted a slave. Problem is, if I let you go, you'll hunt me down and try to kill me. I need some insurance."
"What kind of insurance mistress. I'll do anything. Please don't castrate me ma'am."
Zoe produced a recorder. "I have a little speech I want you to give into this recorder. I promise that if you are not totally subservient and obedient to me, I'll release it on the internet and everybody will find out what a sick sorry motherfucker you are."
"Yes, yes mistress anything."
"Talk into the mic so all the people out there will know all about your dumb ass." She held up the speech she had prepared so he could read it.
"My name is Junior Workman. I am a rapist and a queer. I love sucking dick about better than anything. I love bringing pain to people, especially women because they are small and weak and can't fight back. I am a bully and a coward. I have raped half a dozen girls in this town. My daddy always bails me out of these jams because he has money and he owns the mayor. I have also broken several federal laws including interstate transportation of narcotics. You can't touch me! You're fucked."
"Gee, Junior, that's a nice confession. Now I'm going to go put it on my computer and set it to automatically transmit if I don't give it a password every day. Since I'm a little, weak woman, you're going to have to remind me to reset the timer every day or you will be instantly internationally famous."
"Yes mistress. Thank you mistress. I'll do anything you command ma'am."
Zoe left Junior tied to the X frame while she went home and loaded the recording into her computer. Then she put the tape in a safety deposit box and told her lawyer to open the box if anything bad happened to her.
Junior heard her car drive up. He was beet red from the sun. His cock felt like it was going to explode. He cringed in fear as Zoe approached him. She touched his shoulder and he pissed all over everything. She untied him. He stood up and said, "What do you want me to do ma'am?"
"Get in the trunk of my car. But before you do that, I took a shit when I went home and my ass is still dirty. Get down there and lick it clean."
Junior got down on his hands and knees like a dog and licked her ass clean. Then he snuggled up in the trunk of her car.
It was late when Zoe got back to town. There was nobody on the streets. She opened her trunk and let Junior out. "Get on the ground," she ordered.
Junior immediately went to the ground. Zoe got out her BDSM kit and hog tied him. She jammed an electric dildo up his ass, turned it on and left him there.
Luckily the cops found Junior before anybody else did. They untied him and took him to the station. They laughed at his bright red cock. Then they took him to the hospital. Junior never told them a thing about how he got to where he was found. His cock was in a dressing for eight weeks while the skin grew back. They kept his nuts packed in ice so he wouldn't get an erection.
He remembered to call Zoe every day. He was at a party one night when Zoe showed up. "Well, it's my slave. How are you, slave?"
"I'm fine Mistress Zoe. Thank you for asking ma'am. Can I get you anything?"
"My feet are tired. Follow me into the living room so you can lick them."
"Yes ma'am. Thank you ma'am."
As Junior was licking her feet, she looked at him and said, "Payback's a motherfucker." |
19,641 | Zoey's Blackmail Pt. 01 | tsundef | NonConsent/Reluctance | 2015-03-07 | 2015-03-07 | 2022-01-01 15:51:55 | 1 | literotica.com | https://www.literotica.com/s/zoeys-blackmail-pt-01 | Zoey didn't know what she was getting into... | ['Blackmail', 'Degradation', 'Humiliation', 'Masterbation', 'Voeyer'] | 4.33 | "Another boring Friday night for your insomniac ass," Zoey said to the girl in the mirror.
She was right, of course. The night had been fairly boring indeed. Zoey had less friends than she would have liked, and it seemed they always made plans without her these days. Likely it was due to her shyness, she thought - Zoey barely said a word when she was invited places. When at a party, she was the type to make fantastic friends with the house cat.
On such boring Friday nights, Zoey would first browse Facebook. After clicking "like" on just about every post, she would get a bit depressed seeing everyone's plans, or their pictures of fun times as they were happening... without her, of course. Zoey would then check some forums, sites like Vampire Freaks or GetDare, sites that might provide a little more excitement. Of course, that would lose it's interest around 2 AM, when people started going to sleep and everything died down a bit. Then it was off to the slums of the internet: 4chan. Zoey would get a kick out of all the inane bullshit posted there, the massive amount of insults thrown back and forth, and the occasional cam-girl thread. (She was definitely a hint attracted to girls, Zoey would admit.) She had even once took part in a hookup thread, but chickened out at the last minute.
When that became repetitive around three-ish, Zoey would take a shower. It gave her a break from the internet, and sometimes, something interesting would be there when she got back. Zoey hoped that would be the case tonight, while she stood looking at herself in the mirror, fresh out of her shower.
'Maybe no one is interested in me because of my body.'
Zoey looked herself over in the mirror. She didn't really consider herself unattractive or anything. Her brown doe eyes and short brown hair were both cute in their own right. Water lightly formed droplets on her small-but-perky breasts. She turned her petite body around to glimpse at her tight little butt in the mirror, then turned again and watched herself put her hands on her flat tummy. She slid them further down, lightly touching her freshly shaved pussy. Why she kept it shaved, Zoey had no idea anymore.
"It's not like you've been fucked in ages," Zoey complained to the mirror girl. Her reflection offered no response.
'I need better clothes," Zoey thought. 'Something to actually show my body.' It was true that Zoey never really wore anything to reveal her assets. Most of her wardrobe consisted of loose jeans and hoodies. The were comfortable, but... 'Maybe I need to be outside of my comfort zone.'
Zoey sighed, toweled herself dry, and headed back to the computer.
This was part of Zoey's routine as well, many nights. She slept nude, so she didn't bother to put on clothes after her shower. And she was still wide away, so she would often tire herself out a bit by making herself cum. She had a small library of kinky clips and stories saved on her computer, mostly involving girls being bound and submissive. Zoey loved how slutty the girls were in them, wishing she could be so confident in her sexuality instead of being so damn shy all the time.
Zoey assumed her regular post-shower position at her computer - butt in the chair, knees bent and apart, heels on the edge of the seat. Her left hand wandered between her open thighs. The index finger of Zoey's hand began to faintly trace her lips. She checked 4chan for any interesting cam-whore posts, and was three pages in when something caught her eye.
***
"Hey shy girl! Yeah, you! Over here!
...You always wanted to be a real fucking slut, don't you?
Don't act like it's not true. If that were the case, you wouldn't have read past that last line, now would you?
You see a guy, and you wonder what it would be like to get good and fucked by him. To feel his cock invade your pussy. To be his personal little fuck toy.
But you're too scared to even talk to him! Let alone go back to his place...
Well, have I got the solution for you! It's called blackmail!
You'll get tied up and fucked in all your holes, because you won't have a choice in the matter!
It's easy to be a willing slut, when the only alternative is having everyone you know sent a video of you masturbating.
So are you interested?
Of course you are! You're still reading, after all!
Well then, click [here], and let's begin your slavery!"
***
Zoey paused much, much too long over this post.
After halfway through the third read, Zoey realized that she had been rubbing her clit. Her realization of this caused her to notice just how wet this post had made her.
"Fuck it," Zoey said to her computer screen, and clicked.
'It could have some dumb sign-up where it asks for all my private information. Or maybe this page will have some good erotica about blackmail. Maybe even some porn where the girl-"
"Never gonna give you up! Never gonna..." sang Rick Astley's voice through her speakers, while he started to dance on the webpage.
"FUCKING 4CHAN!" shouted Zoey, and closed the page.
'I don't believe I got fooled by that', though Zoey in frustration. In typical 4chan fashion, the post was already gone from the site, before she could tell others to avoid it. Zoey's frustration rose at the thought of being trolled, until she realized her frustration was more sexual in nature.
"Ugh!" She clicked back to the front page, and settled in on a nice cam-whore thread.
This was not your typical cam-whore thread. The girl had her boyfriend with her, and he was fucking her every which way. The people in the thread were directing the action. "Facefuck her!" was soon followed by a picture of the guy's cock buried in her throat. "Tie her up and fuck her" shortly led to a picture of the cam whore with her hands tied behind her, then another picture of her getting fucked in the same way. "Write SLUT on her and fuck her ass" led to the cam-whore having a dick up her asshole, "SLUT" written on her right butt cheek.
Zoey was really enjoying the effort. She bit her lower lip and played with herself while she waited for the next picture to load. Someone had asked for a facial, and she was hoping to see the result. Her breathing was quick and shallow as she enjoyed the feeling building between her legs.
"You really need a better antivirus," a gruff voice whispered through her speakers.
Zoey looked at her computer screen, confused. Was there a pop-up ad playing somewhere?
"Yes, you. Having fun playing with yourself, Zoey?"
Zoey gasped. She shut her legs instinctively, covering her breasts with her arm.
"No, no. That won't do, slut. Show me your pussy again. I'm watching through your webcam."
Zoey lunged forward, covering her webcam with her hand. Fear started seeping in. Was this a trick? Had he really seen her? If so, what-
"You left your Facebook logged in, and the password stored on your computer. I have access now. If you don't sit back and spread your pussy again, these pictures are going to everyone you know."
Pictures started to pop up on Zoey's screen. Pictures of her. Masturbating. Taken just moments ago. She was really enjoying herself then, whereas now she was panicking. Her Facebook page opened up, and a message started to compose in front of her, addressing itself to everyone, and attaching the pictures. Zoey tried to close what she saw, but quickly found out she had no control of her mouse or keyboard.
"You have five seconds to sit back and spread your legs, or I click send. 5... 4... 3... 2..."
Zoey bolted back in her chair, her legs spread apart. Her eyes were as wide as golf balls.
"At-a girl. Now, you're going to put on a show for me, or I'll make good on my promise. I wonder what your parents would think when they saw these."
Letting her gaze wander slightly, Zoey began to think of shutting down the power to the computer. The stranger ordering her seemed to read her mind.
"Don't bother turning off your computer. I told you, I now have your Facebook password, and these pictures are on my computer as well. If your computer goes down, the pictures go out."
Zoey looked back at the screen. She mouthed the words 'what do you want?'
"I turned on your microphone as well. You can speak."
"Oh, uh..." Zoey mumbled. She swallowed. "W-what do you want?"
"To make you into my slut. You wanted to be blackmailed, so you want to be my slut as well."
Zoey's heart sank a little. She knew she was fucked. 'That stupid fucking link...' she thought.
"Take your left hand, and spread your pussy lips for me."
Zoey did as commanded. Her index and middle finger each pushed a lip aside, showing the pink bits and the hole in the middle. Her pussy glistened slightly from her previous wetness.
"Good slave. Now keep it like that until I say. Put your right middle finger in your mouth and suck it until it's good and wet. And keep looking at the camera."
'He must want to picture me giving a blowjob,' Zoey though, her finger sliding into her mouth. She'd given head enough times in the past to know how to produce a lot of saliva, not like that was any challenge, even for an amateur.
"Now use that finger to fuck your asshole."
"What?! No, I..." Zoey stammered. "I've never had anything in my ass."
"And I don't give a fuck. Finger your asshole or I send your pictures. Five seconds. 5... 4... 3..."
Zoey popped her finger out of her mouth. She slid it up her ass with a gasp. Zoey lowered her eyes in shame.
"I didn't say put it in there. I said fuck your asshole with your finger. Now start."
Zoey obeyed. She started to slide her finger in and out of her ass.
"I never said to stop looking at me."
Zoey's eyes shot back up at the webcam. She fingered her tight asshole while she looked at it.
"Are you a good little slut?"
"Wh... what?" Zoey stuttered out.
"I said, are you a good little slut?"
"I... I..." Zoey was at a loss for words.
"The correct answer is 'Yes.' Are you a good little slut?"
"Oh... uh, yes."
"Then tell me."
Zoey continued to spread her pussy with one hand. Her other worked her virgin asshole. "What?" she replied.
"Tell me that you're a slut."
"I..."
Zoey felt her pussy get wet.
"I'm a slut." she continued.
"You'll have to do better than that. That's not enough to please me, and you know what will happen if I'm not please."
"No! I.." Zoey swallowed. "I'm a dirty fucking slut. I'm a cum dumster. I'm a fuck toy."
"Now use your left hand to play with your clit while you finger fuck your ass, and tell me how much you love it up there."
Zoey let out a small whimper when her fingers moved to her clit. She began to rub in small circular motions, her breaths coming a little quicker. She had been close to cumming earlier when she was interrupted, and she quickly found an orgasm building again.
"I... I love fingering my ass. I'm an anal slut." Zoey started to moan softly.
"And do you want to get fucked in your ass?"
"Y-yeah..."
"Say it, slut."
"I wanna get fucked in the ass. I wanna feel a cock up my asshole."
"Good slave," the voice replied. "But we're not done tonight until you cum while you finger your ass. You wanna cum, slut?"
"Yes!" Zoey replied honestly. She was increasing her pace, and began to bite her lower lip. Zoey felt so slutty, allowing an unknown stranger watch her, legs spread, finger fucking her asshole for the first time, while she played with her pussy. 'No,' thought Zoey, 'I'm not allowing him. He's making me do this. I can't stop if I wanted to. He controls me.' The thought made her pussy start to tense.
"You have to keep going, but you aren't allowed to cum until I say. You cum early, I send off your pictures."
Zoey started to slow down her pace, but was quickly corrected.
"Faster, slut. Don't you dare fucking slow down."
Zoey bit down harder on her lip. Knowing she wasn't allowed to cum made her want to cum all the much more. Her clit started to tingle, and she wasn't sure she would be able to prevent herself.
"Now beg for me, slut. Beg to cum."
"Yes. Please! Please let me cum." Zoey pleaded to the camera. Her pussy was wetter than ever, and she wanted something inside it, but the thought made her get closer to cumming. She quickly tried to think of other things, of the finger in her asshole, fucking her asshole. The thought of this man ordering her to fuck her asshole. The thought of him making her spread it for him, of him fucking her tight virgin ass while she had no way of stopping him...
"Beg better than that, slut."
"Oh god, please! Make me take your cock up my ass. Please!" Zoey thought of this stranger fucking her ass, holding her hands behind her. She would beg him to stop, but he would just say no and continue doing whatever he wanted. She would be his anal fuck toy. Her pussy started to twitch, and she knew she was going to cum.
"Please!" Zoey begged. "Please let me cum for you!"
"You may cum" the stranger whispered.
Zoey exploded. Her ass gripped her finger tight. Her pussy squeezed and pulsed. Her toes curled and her head tilted back in bliss. Zoey could feel her orgasm throughout her body, her arms squeezing in on her sides, her legs squeezing together. She felt used, she felt like a slut, like a fuck doll for someone else's sick pleasure, and it made her cum all the much harder. Her body tilted to the side, and she could only think about her orgasmic bliss. Zoey let out a small whimper of pleasure.
"You like that, slave?"
Zoey's eyes were shut, her finger still in her ass, her left hand pressing against her pussy. She gave a quick nod.
"Good. You should know I recorded it. Cancel any plans you have for tomorrow and be at your computer, because I'm not done with you yet."
"Wha?..." Zoey opened one eye.
Only silence greeted her.
"Hello?"
Zoey no longer felt watched and controlled. But she knew it wasn't the end of that. She wondered what was going to happen tomorrow. |
19,642 | Zoey's Secret Ch.01 | Tribad | NonConsent/Reluctance | 2020-03-23 | 2020-03-23 | 2022-01-01 15:51:56 | 1 | literotica.com | https://www.literotica.com/s/zoeys-secret-ch-01 | Having been cheated on, she finds she likes to humiliate men. | ['Blackmail', 'Cum', 'Domination', 'Masturbation', 'Punishment', 'Reluctance', 'Student', 'Teacher', 'Voyeurism', 'Younger Woman'] | 4.38 | It was Zoey's first year in the small town of Riverside, where she pursued engineering studies at Evergreen University. Her unique blend of intelligence, attractiveness and approachability made this beautiful, petite 19-year-old blonde one of the most popular girls on campus.
She somehow managed to find the time to study, go out with her friends, geek out on her computer, and date. Speaking of which, she had been seeing Ryan for a couple of months, and was very happy with how things were going with him ; she was even considering introducing him to her parents. She was lucky enough that in Evergreen, students all had individual bedrooms. She had no difficulty sneaking Ryan in her room whenever they wanted to have some alone time together.
One such time, they were both lying down on Zoey's bed. Ryan left her side to visit the bathroom, leaving his phone on the bedside table. Zoey had never had the curiosity to try to sneak into his phone behind his back, but when the device buzzed and the screen turned on, she couldn't help but glance at it. The notification read:
"Chloe - 2 new messages"
"Chloe?" she thought, "what the hell?"
While Zoey enjoyed a good relationship with most girls on campus, since the beginning of the year she and Chloe had never seen eye to eye, and often clashed when they had to spend time together. Ryan was well aware of their situation, and had always told Zoey that he himself didn't like her.
So these messages from Chloe seemed rather surprising. The young woman wanted to check them out, but she didn't know the code to unlock Ryan's phone. Before long, Ryan was back with her, and for the time being, she decided not to mention anything. He didn't check his phone right away, but when he eventually did, Zoey watched him with attention. She saw him smile a few moments after he unlocked his phone, presumably as he read the messages from Chloe.
The young woman still decided to not say anything yet. But in the next few days, she kept thinking about this, and began to notice some looks Ryan and Chloe exchanged when they passed each other in the halls. Becoming increasingly worried and suspicious, Zoey eventually decided to act.
She chose to put her hacking skills to good use, and inserted a spyware in an inconspicuous email she sent Ryan. Unbeknownst to the young man, Zoey had now full access to the data on his phone.
One evening, after the classes, Ryan was out with his friends. Zoey's gang asked her out, but she pretended she was feeling a little under the weather and preferred to take a rain check. As soon as she got into her room and locked the door, she opened her laptop and connected to the spyware in Ryan's phone, accessing the contents of its memory.
She went straight for his messages, and found the conversation with Chloe. She opened her eyes wide when she noticed it was several hundred messages long, practically the same as her own conversation history with Ryan! She began reading, and within seconds any remaining doubt evaporated: he was cheating on her with her rival.
When they were not simply sexting, Ryan and Chloe were setting up meetings in her room. "The bastard", she thought, realizing he would sneak into Chloe's bedroom the same way he did into hers. She filtered the messages for any media they might have sent each other, and surely enough, found that they had exchanged intimate pictures and even videos.
Furious, Zoey copied all of the incriminating evidence to her computer, and began reflecting on a course of action. Two things were certain: it was over between her and Ryan, and both he and Chloe were going to pay.
During the next day, Zoey stopped replying to Ryan's messages and refused to see him, leaving him wondering what was going on. She considered releasing the intimate pictures of both Ryan and Chloe to the whole campus, set them up against each other by making it look like one of them released pictures of the other. But instead, she decided it was better to hold onto them: the leverage those pictures would give her far outweighed the prejudice the two would suffer if she simply put everything online.
After two days of ghosting Ryan, Zoey sent him a text, inviting him to her room. The young man wondered what was up with her, and thought that maybe she had somehow found out about Chloe. Anxious, he sneaked into her room from the window, the same way he usually did. The look on Zoey's face left no room for doubt: she was pissed.
"What's wrong, baby?" he asked.
"I know what's been going on with Chloe."
"What? Wh-what are you talking about, babe? There's nothing go... I don't even like her!"
"Yeah?" Zoey replied sarcastically.
She turned her laptop to him and woke it up. The monitor showed selfie of Ryan, naked and gripping his erection, accompanied by a text saying "thinkin of u... can't wait 4 tomorrow!".
"Tell me, Ryan," she said, "am I misinterpreting something here?"
Ryan suddenly found himself short of breath, almost trembling. There was no way out for him.
"I-I'm sorry, babe, I-"
"Don't fucking 'babe' me now, Ryan," she interrupted, pointing her finger at him.
The truth was, Zoey had no idea where she wanted to go with this. She had thought of several options, but seeing him in front of her, in her bedroom, after he had cheating on her with her rival for almost as long as they had been together, she was enraged. No punishment seemed sufficient.
Ryan was waiting for her to say something. He didn't know what to say to defend himself. And he knew he was at her mercy, if she wanted she could easily put this picture online and destroy him. He knew she was smart and savvy enough to have backups, so breaking her computer or simply deleting the file was not an option.
After a moment of reflection that felt like an hour to the young man, Zoey finally spoke:
"Do you have feelings for her?"
"N-no, Zoey..."
"So it's just for sex?"
"I, um... Yeah, I guess..."
"What is it, am I not good enough for you? Do you get your kicks knowing you're fucking the girl I despise the most? Shit, you two must have been laughing behind my back," she said, shaking her head in anger.
"No, it... wasn't like that. It just kinda happened, and... We couldn't stop."
Zoey stopped speaking for a moment, and simply gauged Ryan. She wasn't calming down, but looked like she was looking for a way to channel her anger. She took one more look at the picture that was still on display on her laptop, then turned to him.
"So, when you jack off, you're thinking about her."
"N-no, Zoey."
"So you were lying in that message? Are you trying to tell me you were thinking about me, but somehow decided to share that picture with Chloe instead?"
"No, I... Okay, maybe sometimes. But, not every time, of course! I'm sorry, Zoey..."
"Yeah, no, you're not getting away with a 'sorry', Ryan."
She paused for a moment. Then, suddenly, something clicked inside her mind. She knew what she wanted to do. She took out her phone and pointed the camera at Ryan, then began filming. She said:
"You're gonna strip naked now."
"Wh-what?"
"Don't even think of questioning me, Ryan. The second you don't do exactly as I say, the picture gets leaked. And know that there are more where this came from."
"B-but... why are you filming? You want to put that online?"
"Hm... I'm not sure yet. At the moment, it's not the plan."
"So... what is the plan?"
"Take off your clothes and find out."
"A-alright. Just, please don't put this online."
Anxiously looking at the camera, Ryan slowly began to undress. He stopped when all he had on him were his boxers.
"These go too, Ryan."
He silently nodded, and reluctantly pulled down his underwear. As he rose up, he covered his intimacy with his hands.
"Get on your knees, Ryan. And put your hands on your knees."
He wanted to say something, but quickly remembered he was at his girlfriend's mercy. In front of the camera, he slowly got down. His spread legs showed his flaccid manhood dangling above the floor.
"Now..." Zoey said, "tell me who you really fantasize about when you jack off. Tell me who really makes you hard."
The young man hesitated. He wanted to say Zoey's name, but knew she wouldn't believe him. Should he say it was Chloe, then, or would that piss her off even more? He finally mumbled:
"Ch-Chloe..."
Zoey looked at him, for a moment, then checked her phone, with the video still running.
"That's not a sentence. I want you to look at the camera, and say it, clearly, unequivocally."
Ryan swallowed hard, then took a deep breath. Looking at the camera, he said:
"I, um... I... think of Chloe when I... jack off."
"I want you to grab your dick now, Ryan."
The young man opened his mouth. He wanted to say something, but again, he knew it was pointless, any resistance would only make her even more furious. Silently, he wrapped his fingers around his flaccid member.
"Now, stroke it."
Closing his eyes, Ryan did as instructed.
"I want you to think about Chloe while you do it. Let's see how fast that makes you hard. And... look at the camera. Don't look away unless I say otherwise."
Reluctantly looking up, Ryan continued his slow back and forth movement. Soon, his member began to grow. Zoey was familiar enough with his anatomy to know when he reached his full size. She said:
"Take your hand off, now," she said, looking at his pulsing member. "Now tell me, when you two are together, where do you usually finish? Do you come in her pussy? On her face? On her tits?"
On his knees, his erection pulsing between his open thighs, Ryan looked at the camera and cleared his throat, before saying:
"In... her mouth."
"Oh, I see. You like making her swallow all of your cum, don't you? Does it make you feel powerful?"
Ryan remained silent.
"Answer the question, Ryan."
"Y-yeah... I like that."
"You like what? Tell us properly."
"I like... coming in Chloe's mouth."
"See? A little honesty doesn't hurt, now, does it?" She paused for a moment. "I'll even reward it. You will give yourself an orgasm, now."
"Wh-what?"
"You will continue to jack off until you come, right here on the floor. Go on."
His mouth open in disbelief, Ryan slowly wrapped his fingers around his member again, and began to stroke slowly. As he had been ordered him earlier, he continued looking at the camera as he touched himself.
"Tell us why all of this is happening, Ryan. Tell the camera why I'm making you do this."
"B-because... I cheated on you with Chloe..."
"Indeed. Now, continue thinking about Chloe. Imagine her lips wrapped around your cock, begging for your load."
Zoey watched her boyfriend masturbate at her feet, thinking about the girl he was cheating on her with. She could see him getting more and more worked up. She knew he wasn't the longest lasting lover. She said:
"That feels good, doesn't it?"
"Mhm..." he mumbled.
"Say it, Ryan. Tell us how much pleasure it gives you to think about Chloe while you jack off in front of your girlfriend."
"It... it feels... good..."
"Listen to me, Ryan. When you come, I want you to tell Chloe that you're coming for her. And then, I want you to remove your hands and ruin your orgasm."
"A-alright..."
Ryan's pace was as slow as he could manage. He was trying to postpone the inevitable. He knew he was going to come on camera. He could feel his pleasure building up, there was no stopping it. Suddenly, he knew he was at the edge. Still looking at the camera, he said:
"I'm... coming for you... Chloe..."
He felt his semen rush through his shaft, and as Zoey had ordered, he removed his hand. Both hands on his knees, his eyes glued to the camera that was capturing his most intimate moment, Ryan began to ejaculate. Thick white gushes flew out of his penis, sullying the floor between him and Zoey.
As ashamed as he was, he couldn't stop himself. He had no power over his own body. His cock twitched uncontrollably, shooting rope after rope of his hot seed.
Ryan had never experienced a ruined orgasm before. He felt his ultimate pleasure escaping him. His body was displaying all the signs of climax, but the release simply wasn't there. Ryan wanted to grab his penis and stroke it, but even in the middle of his shameful orgasm, he remembered Zoey's orders, and how he had better not disobey them.
Zoey made sure not to miss anything on her phone. When she saw Ryan finally calm down after his ejaculation ended.
"You can look down, now. Look at the mess you've made, Ryan."
The young man coyly looked down, seeing the thick white lines on the floor before him. Zoey continued:
"All that cum for Chloe... Now, Ryan, put your hands behind your back and lean forward."
Zoey crouched in front of him, holding the camera lower to get a closer view, and continued:
"I want you to lick all of your cum, and swallow it. If it's good enough for Chloe, it's good enough for you. Be thankful the floor is clean," she chuckled. "And remember to look at the camera."
Ryan was mortified. He looked at his seed spread in front of him. He had never tasted his own semen. This was so humiliating... but there was no way out. He didn't have a choice. Reluctantly, he lowered his face to the floor. Zoey held the camera close to his face, and looked at the screen to make sure she was getting a perfect shot, as Ryan extended his tongue and began to lick his seed.
As he looked into the lens while he tasted the product of his orgasm for the first time, Ryan prayed that Zoey wouldn't share the video with anyone.
Ryan eventually finished, and swallowed the last drop of his manly fluid. He rose up, and saw Zoey put her phone back in her pocket. He asked:
"You're not... going to share this, are you?"
A wicked grin appeared on Zoey's face. He was at her mercy.
"Don't worry about that, Ryan."
The next day, Zoey decided it was time to deal with Chloe. She had told Ryan not to say anything to her. She couldn't stop thinking about what had happened with him. How empowered it had made her feel. She realized after she had let him go how much the whole situation had turned her on. As mad as she was at Ryan, seeing him on his knees, obeying her every word, humiliating himself in front of her, had made her so excited that she had spent the night replaying the video while she touched herself. This was no longer about revenge, it was about the pleasure this situation have given her...
She thought about what she was going to do about Chloe. But as the day passed, she felt less and less upset with her. Somehow, humiliating Ryan had made her come to terms with her feelings. Suddenly, he didn't mean so much to her anymore. And she almost pitied Chloe for not having her own boyfriend, and having to stoop so low as to steal someone else's. The whole thing seemed more and more pathetic by the minute.
But still, Chloe was her rival, and with the pictures, she now held power over her. She thought to herself this actually placed her in a good position ; Chloe was very careful about her image, she would do anything to keep Zoey from releasing her pictures.
So the young woman simply decided to have a talk with her. She arranged a meeting alone, and told her she knew about her and Ryan. When Chloe began to get mad at her, Zoey showed her some of the pictures she had of her. The first one a picture of herself taken in front of the mirror, standing in her underwear with her arm covering her breasts. The second was an upward shot of her naked body, showing a close up of her intimacy, with her face clearly recognizable in the background.
Chloe knew she was beat. And this was the last time she ever found herself on Zoey's bad side.
"I'll stay out of your way, Zoey, alright?"
"Sure, Chloe. But... whenever I'll need something, I'll know where to find you. Alright?"
Chloe looked at Zoey's wicked smile.
"Yeah... of course."
The following days, Zoey continued to ride the high she had experienced dominating and humiliating Ryan. She watched the video she had recorded over and over again, savoring her pleasure of dominating him. But, as time passed, reliving the same moment in her head became less and less exciting. She realized she needed something new. Someone new.
She paused for a moment, realizing her own wickedness. The prospect of forcing another person to humiliate themselves in front of her turned her on. What was wrong with her? Was this all because of Ryan? Or did this simply awaken something that she had never realized was there?
Days went by as Zoey slowly came to terms with her newfound desires. Did they make her a bad person? She wondered. She continued going out with her friends, attending her classes, but during every waking moment, she thought about this.
And then, right in the middle of a programming class, it hit her. She hadn't felt bad about what she did to Ryan, because he had deserved it. He had wronged her. She had simply exposed his own shameful acts. What if she could do the same with someone else?
Her mind suddenly began to race. Looking at the lines of code on the monitor in front of her, barely listening to her teacher, she thought: with her hacking skills, it had been so easy to infiltrate Ryan's phone and find out his secret. All she had to do was to find another victim... or rather, another deserving culprit.
Lawrence Collins 42, had been teaching mathematics at Evergreen for the last ten years. A member of the university council respected by his peers, he also was the subject of many students crushes. Friendly while still able to exercise authority when required, he was fit and handsome. In fact, a lot of rumors were circulating about him frequenting some female students outside of class, but nothing serious or corroborated enough to deserve the attention of the university leadership.
It was the last class for the day. Professor Collins closed his laptop and rose from his seat, prompting the 50 students facing him to do the same. As was often the case, a handful of female students walked to him and asked some questions they had written down during the class.
Packing her stuff, Zoey scoffed at them. They could have asked their questions anytime during the class, but of course, they were all fighting for his attention, and the chance to talk to him in a less public setting. She paid attention to the looks professor Collins gave the young women. It was obvious he wasn't indifferent to their youthful beauty. Surely, someone as successful as him had to take advantage of his popularity with his female students, she thought.
She had her new target. Now, she needed a way to hack into his computer or phone to dig up some dirt. That evening, she checked social media and the university's intranet, but didn't find anything beyond his office phone number, and professional email. Then, she had an idea.
The next day, waiting for the first class to start, she signaled Chloe to leave her group and talk to her alone.
"What is it, Zoey?"
"I know you often talk with Collins after class. I was wondering, did he ever give you his personal email or number?"
Skeptical, Chloe almost blew her off, before remembering what Zoey had on her. It was in her best interest to stay on her good side.
"Yeah, sure. He often gives his email to students who ask for it. There you go," she said, handing Zoey a piece of paper with an address scribbled on it.
"Thanks a lot, Chloe," she replied with a snarky smile as she slipped the paper into her pocket.
As soon as her classes ended, Zoey went back to her room and got to work. Soon enough, she was inside the professor's inbox. Unsurprisingly, there was a lot of student emails in there, mostly female. She began to read them one after the other.
Some of the exchanges were rather lengthy, and a lot of them ended the same way, with the young women asking to meet Collins in private. Several even contained pictures the students would send him of themselves, some of them rather intimate and even explicit... But what surprised Zoey was the professor's replies: every single time, he politely refused seeing them in private, saying it would be inappropriate for a teacher to have any kind of personal relationship with his students outside of class. He assured them he was always available should they need help with their work, but left no room for ambiguity. And he never offered any inappropriate comment on the pictures he received.
After she finished digging through her professor's private inbox, it was clear that despite the many temptations offered by some of the most attractive female students in Evergreen, professor Collins had remained professional. When she shut down her computer and the screen became black, Zoey noticed her reflection and realized she had been frowning. She had just confirmed that her professor was clean and respectable, so why was she feeling that way?
She had to accept the obvious answer: she was actually hoping to discover a misconduct, and to get proof that she could have used against him to satisfy her own fantasies. She had already begun to imagine her handsome teacher, naked at her feet, humiliating himself in front of her...
Zoey wasn't ready to let this go. If she couldn't get to him through his computer, she would have to find another way.
She quickly found the professor's personal address, in a confirmation email for an online purchase he had recently made. She looked outside her window: it was already dark. She checked her watch and saw it was almost 11pm.
The young woman was impatient. She knew it was probably an exercise in futility, but she needed to do something. She got dressed, packed her laptop in her backpack, and walked out. Riverside wasn't a big city. After a short walk, she arrived at her professor's house. There was one car parked outside, his. From what she gathered from his emails, he was single and lived alone.
As she approached the two-floor house, she saw the light was on on the ground floor, and approached the window discreetly, making sure that no prying neighbor could spot her. Her professor was in his living room, sitting on his sofa with his back to the window. While she couldn't see more than the back of his head, Zoey had a clear view of professor Collins' television. Her mouth opened when she saw what he was watching.
From his couch, Collins was surfing on a porn website, jumping from one video to the next. They all had a one distinct common theme: all of the videos depicted young women, dressed as high school girls, getting it on with their older male professor.
"I knew it," the young woman thought to herself.
Maybe he didn't do anything inappropriate with his students, but he clearly fantasized about them. And that was enough for Zoey to justify going after him. Determined to get something she could use, she stayed at his window for half an hour, until he finally left his couch and turned his television off. Careful not to get caught, Zoey used her phone camera as a periscope and watched him leave the living room and climb up his stairs.
"Damn," she thought, "no way I can get a view of his second floor."
But the young woman was resourceful. As always, she had taken her laptop with her, and quickly worked out a plan. Sitting in a spot where no one would see her, she took her computer out of her bag and opened it on her lap. Soon, she managed to hack into professor Collins' wi-fi. Like most people, he hadn't taken the steps to secure it properly, and it was fairly easy for her to gain access to his network.
From there, Zoey infiltrated his computers, discreetly activating their webcams. And she got what she was hoping for: one of the computers was in professor Collins' bedroom, and he was sitting using it...
Zoey saw her professor naked in front of his PC. The camera had a wide enough angle for the young woman to clearly see his face, his muscular torso, and his manhood. He was holding his erect penis and actively stroking it. She saw his mouth moving as though he were speaking.
After taking a moment to enjoy the stolen view of her handsome, naked professor pleasuring himself, Zoey bit her lower lip in excitement as she activated the microphone on his computer. She also cloned the display, curious to see what he was looking at, and popped out her earphones while the image was loading. As both the image on professor Collins' monitor and the sound picked up by his microphone reached Zoey, her jaw dropped. She realized she had just gotten exactly what she needed.
"Oh, Tina, yes... just like that..."
Professor Collins was masturbating to a picture that Tina, one of his students, had sent him. Zoey remembered this picture from the emails she had just checked out. Tina was one of the girls who had invited him to meet in private, and offered a rather intimate picture to convince him. It was a selfie of her, standing naked, with her generous breasts and womanhood on display.
"Continue, Tina... Squeeze my hard cock between your soft breasts..."
Zoey could barely sit still. She was recording everything. Regardless of context, a video of a teacher masturbating to intimate pictures of one of his students was enough to get him in serious trouble if it came out...
"Oh, Tina, you're gonna make me come with your tits... I'm gonna come all over your face and breasts... Oh... Tina..."
Zoey watched her professor shoot his load, covering his own chest with his semen as he grunted and moaned in the intimacy of his bedroom. She continued recording until her finally cleaned himself and got away form his computer. She then took the time to explore the contents of his computers, including his file and browser history...
As she walked back to her room, the young woman couldn't help grinning. How lucky had she been, getting exactly what she needed on the first try...
The next day, at the end of her math class, Zoey waited for all the students to leave before walking to her professor. On her way, she received jealous glances from her fellow female students who were just walking away from him. They all acknowledged how popular and attractive Zoey was, and were worried she was going to try to hunt their prey. If only they knew what kind of ammunition she was holding...
"What can I help you with, Zoey?" professor Collins asked.
With a confident smile, the young woman said:
"I'd like to talk with you tonight, in private."
With a slightly embarrassed smile, the professor took a deep breath, preparing to answer to an offer he had heard a hundred times.
"If I can help you with anything, we can talk about it now, Zoey. Or after my next lesson, you can find me in my office."
Pulling her phone from her pocket and showing him the screen, she replied "are you sure you want to talk about this here, professor?"
Professor Collins opened his eyes wide in horror as he saw the intimate video Zoey had captured of him. He quickly covered the screen with his hand, anxiously looking left and right to make sure there was nobody else around.
"Wh-what the... Where the hell did you get this..."
"And I also have the audio, as well as the picture you were looking at... so... can we talk tonight? Say, at your place?"
"What do you want?" he asked with an almost threatening tone and frown.
He was trying to protect himself, but they both knew Zoey was the one holding all the cards. With the smile of a victor, she replied:
"Just to meet at your place. And I promise you nobody else will ever see this. And I'm not trying to sleep with you, if that's what you're worried about..."
The rest of the day felt like a week to the young woman, who couldn't stop checking her watch. Eventually, the last class of the day ended. After a quick trip home, Zoey headed to professor Collins' house.
She confidently walked in when he opened the door. Looking at his student with a wary eye, he locked the door and asked:
"So... What do you want, Zoey?"
"I know everything, professor Collins. About your fantasies."
"What?"
His mouth open in disbelief, he watched the young woman walk across his living room and towards the kitchen, where she grabbed a dark plate. Walking back to the living room, she grabbed a stool on her way.
"What the..." said the professor, dumbfounded.
He then watched his student put the plate on the stool , then sit on his comfortable armchair next to it.
"We'll get to that later," she said. "Sit down, let's talk."
Maintaining eye contact with his threatening guest, the professor sat on his sofa, facing her. Zoey said:
"I know that everyday, you sit right here, and jack off to some teacher- student porn. And after that, once you have your engine running, you make yourself come to pictures of your students."
"That's... not..."
"Don't even try to deny it, professor. I also know your favourite is Tina," Zoey said with a smile. "At least three times a week you need to jack off to her pictures. I can't imagine how difficult it must be to have a casual conversation with her when she comes to see you after almost every lesson, knowing how bad you want to do her... If only she knew how many times you shot your load thinking about her," she said with a chuckle.
Crossing her legs, Zoey then added:
"You should really learn to secure your network a little."
"You... You hacked my computers! That's illegal! I could have you expelled!"
"Yeah, maybe you could... But then I'd have to show everything I got from your hard drives. I mean, imagine, a teacher jacking off to nudes of his students... that can't be good for your career."
"You still haven't told me what you wanted. It can't be your grades, so... is it money?"
"I'm also doing fine in that area, thank you. That's not what I'm here for."
"Then what..."
She interrupted him:
"I want you to confess to me. All of your fantasies. And I'll film you doing it."
"What the fuck..."
"Don't worry, it'll stay between us. I have no intention of ever releasing what I have on you. I mean, as long as you don't threaten me again."
"Why are you doing this?"
"No more questions, professor. Now, you'll do exactly what I say, and I promise everything will remain between you, and me. Alright?"
"S-sure..."
"Stand here, then," she said, pointing to a spot a few feet in front of her chair.
Zoey began filming with her phone, as her professor stood in front of her.
"Remove all of your clothes, professor. I want you to stand naked before me."
"What?"
"I thought we were past that already. Or should I sent that video of you jerking off to Tina to all the board members and my fellow students?"
"Fuck..."
"Now you get it." She paused. "I'm waiting, professor."
Like Ryan before him, professor Collins knew he had no choice but to follow his young student's instructions. He began undressing.
Thoughts had been racing through his mind for the entire day, ever since Zoey had shown him the footage in her possession. He had envisioned dozens of scenarios... Would she report him? Try to use his influence on the university board? Extort him money? Of all the possibilities, he hadn't envisioned stripping naked in front of one of his student, in his own living room. One of his most attractive students... No, he had to stop his mind from going there. He was in danger. Vulnerable.
Vulnerable... in front of this beautiful young woman... He couldn't stop his thoughts. As embarrassing as his situation was, something about it resonated with his fantasies...
Professor Collins, down to his underwear, slid his thumbs under the elastic band, and pulled them down. Zoey smiled. Even at rest, he was quite large. After checking her phone screen to make sure it was capturing everything, her eyes moved back to professor Collins' athletic frame. She noticed his member was starting to get hard.
"Professor, are you getting hard in front of me? Without even touching yourself?"
He looked at her in silence, embarrassed. Of all times to get an erection, this was definitely not one of them. How could he justify it?
"I asked you a question, professor Collins. Does standing naked in front of me give you an erection? Does it excite you sexually?"
He gulped hard. There was no avoiding it.
"Yes..."
"Is it because I'm younger than you? Because I'm hot? Because I'm one of your students? You fantasize about your students, don't you?"
He looked down.
"Yeah..."
"Look at the camera, please, professor Collins. Explain how you like to jack off while thinking about your students."
He took a deep breath. This was getting worse and worse. What he was doing was already going a step further than what Zoey already had on him. Every passing moment gave her more power over him, and made his situation more compromising. But it was too late to go back. Reluctantly, he looked at the camera that was recording him:
"I... like to... masturbate... while I think about... my students."
"You don't just think about them, though, do you? You also look at nude pictures of them."
"Yes..."
"Say it."
"I... masturbate to nude pictures of my students."
"And now, your cock is pulsing with excitement," she said with a wide smile. "Are you fully erect now, professor Collins?"
He looked down at his member.
"Y-yes."
Zoey was laying back on the chair, relaxed, with her legs crossed. She was holding her phone, her elbow on the armrest, filming her professor, who was standing naked a few feet from her, his large erection pointed at her, throbbing. For a moment, she thought about her fellow students, doing everything they could to try to seduce their handsome professor. What they wouldn't have given to be in her situation at that moment... If she wanted, she could fuck him right then and there... But it wasn't what she had in mind. What she was looking for was the submission, the humiliation. She said:
"You're obviously very aroused, professor. What do you usually do when you find yourself naked and erect inside your home?"
"I..."
"Yes?"
"I... touch myself."
"Mhm," Zoey said, nodding. "Would you like to do this now?"
"Wh-what..."
"I want you to take your hard cock in your hand."
Once again, professor Collins took a deep breath, preparing to go one step further. Then he wrapped his fingers around his hard shaft.
"How does it feel, standing in front of me with your fingers around your cock? I'm sure you can feel it throbbing in your hand. Think of all the pleasure you could give yourself if you just stroked it..."
The professor, motionless, looked at his beautiful student.
"You would like that, wouldn't you?"
He gulped, then shily nodded."
"Go ahead, then. Masturbate in front of me. Slowly, with a firm grip."
He obeyed. This was so wrong, but he didn't have a choice. Or at least that's what he was trying to convince himself of. Nobody was forcing him to be so hard in front of his student. With a smile, Zoey watched her professor begin to pleasure himself as he stood before her.
"Do you enjoy masturbating in front of me, professor?"
"Yes..."
"Take your time to enjoy this pleasure... it's not everyday you get the chance to touch yourself while one of your student watches you."
She watched him stroke for a while. Then Zoey said:
"Now, while you continue, let's go into more detail about your fantasy... Tell me which one of your students you fantasize about the most, professor."
The professor looked away in shame.
"Look at me, professor. At this moment, it's okay to have favourites. Who is the first one your mind goes to when you're playing with yourself?"
"It's... Tina."
"Oh, yes, Tina, with her amazing breasts you like so much, right? Tell me what exactly you like to imagine when you look at nude pictures of Tina?"
"It... depends..." he answered awkwardly as he continued to stroke his member. It was getting more difficult for him to concentrate, as a mix of excitement, fear and pleasure was pulsing through his veins.
"Oh, come on, professor. We both know what excites you the most. I just want to hear you say it."
"I... like to imagine my..." He gulped. "My... penis between her... breasts."
"Go on."
"I, um... hold her breasts and use them to squeeze my... penis."
"So, you imagine using Tina's breasts to masturbate."
"Yes..."
"Now, close your eyes, I want you to picture exactly this as you continue." She paused. "And tell me, what do you imagine happens when you come?"
"I, um... come... on her face and neck."
"I see..." Zoey said with a satisfied smile. "Tell me, when you see Tina in class, when she comes to talk to you, and you look at her face... Do you ever imagine it covered in your cum?"
"Y-yeah..."
"Very good, professor. Now, how about you increase the pace a little bit?"
As instructed, professor Collins stroked his member faster.
"Do you feel your orgasm is getting close, professor?"
He nodded shyly.
"Open your eyes now. When you come, professor, I want you to say Tina's name. Say you're coming for her. And then, I want you to ruin your orgasm. When you're about to come, I want you to put your hands behind your back, and stand still as you ejaculate in front of me."
"O-okay..."
Zoey grabbed the stool she had placed next to her earlier, along with the plate at its center, and placed it right before professor Collins, to his surprise. The plate was directly in front of his crotch, slightly lower.
"Oh, and make sure to get all of your semen on that plate, professor."
With a mischievous smile, Zoey sat back and watched her professor bring himself closer and closer to his climax, until he couldn't hold it anymore. Professor Collins felt a surge of pleasure begin to erupt inside him. Looking into the camera, he said:
"T-Tina, I'm... coming for you..."
As ordered, he placed his hands behind his back, and tried his best to adjust his hips to aim his penis at the plate beneath him, and stand still as his orgasm hit. He felt the familiar rush inside his body. Zoey watched as his freed penis began to throb and shoot burst after burst of his hot seed.
One after the other, the thick white ropes landed on the plate, as her professor's cock pulsed wildly with every gush it squeezed out. The young woman watched and filmed as he emptied his balls before her, robbed of his ultimate pleasure as he clenched his fists behind his back, desperate to pump his gushing member.
The stark contrast between the dark plate and the professor's white seed highlighted the amount of semen he was liberating in front of his young student. When the gushes stopped, Zoey asked:
"Is your orgasm over, professor?"
"Y-yes," he replied, panting.
"Did you finish emptying your balls in that plate?"
"Yes..."
"Good. Get down on your knees."
His eyes wide open in surprise, still recovering from his orgasm, he took a moment to realize what she was asking. As he got down, he found his face inches above the stool. Above the plate he had just filled with his sperm.
"Now, professor, I want you to eat your cum. Lick the plate clean of your semen."
His heart skipped a beat. After all this, he was about to have his student watch him eat his own seed? There was no avoiding it, no matter how crazy it was. He looked at the plate, covered in his thick, manly fluid.
After a deep breath, professor Collins put out his tongue, and began to lick it clean. His mouth was soon filled with the taste of his orgasm. Zoey was now standing above him, holding her camera close to his face, capturing every detail of the shameful deed.
Once he was done, the professor pulled away from the plate.
"Did you swallow your entire load, professor?"
"Yes..."
"Open your mouth."
Closing his eyes in humiliation, he leaned his head backwards and opened his mouth, showing his student that he had indeed eaten all of his seed.
"Good."
Naked, humiliated, sitting on his knees before his student, professor Collins asked:
"What now...?"
Zoey stopped the recording and put her phone back in her pocket.
"Now, you won't hear from me if I don't hear from you, professor."
Leaving her dumbfounded professor behind in the middle of his living room, Zoey walked away, towards the entrance.
"See you tomorrow in class, professor," she said teasingly as she opened the door and left. |
19,643 | Zombies Attack | Sugarrushwerewolf | NonConsent/Reluctance | 2019-12-29 | 2020-04-11 | 2022-01-01 15:51:59 | 2 | literotica.com | https://www.literotica.com/s/zombies-attack | 1. Husband and Wife try and survive a zombie outbreak. 2. Max and Kate survive that fateful night. Time to survive. | ['Forced', 'Handjob', 'Masturbation', 'Older Man', 'Wife', 'Younger Woman', 'Zombie'] | 4.37 | _A big Thank You to Et2bruttus for editing this story so that it could be uploaded for the rest of you to enjoy! All characters are above 18 and this is a work of fiction._
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Did you know that antibiotic resistance is one of the biggest threats to global health, food security, and development today? Antibiotic resistance can affect anyone, of any age, in any country and as time moves forward, more and more humans become resistant to modern day cures and medicine. What about the "Zombie-Ant Fungus" that invades an ant's body and takes over control leading the ant in a kind of "zombie-like" state before it kills its host and moves on to infect other ants?
These two go hand in hand because one scientist, or a group that was led by a single scientist, were hoping to reverse the effects of the human body becoming resistant to medicine as well as study the effects of the fungus in its hosts. All it really did was create a super fungus that figured out the weakness in the human body and how the body temperature and water located in the human body was the perfect place to reside and live in. Those group of scientists didn't realize what consequences they faced until things went wrong in their lab.
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~The Beginning~
Kate and Max had just purchased their first home together celebrating their new lives as a couple. They had just been married within the last year and sealed the deal with a beautiful home overlooking the city. It wasn't the most beautiful city, but at night it came alive and the city lights flowed down below. Thousands of people lived their lives day to day without a second thought of impending doom or that at that exact moment, their lives would be over. Instead, everyone woke up, went to work, school, home, wherever they needed to be and lived happily for the most part. Just like any city, you had your street gangs and homeless that wondered the sleeping city. The city itself seemed like one giant organism that needed people to exist.
Kate kicked her red van shoes across the room as she threw herself down onto their black leather couch before flipping open her computer and scrolling through her daily web to see what was new. Max rubbed his cloth over his pistol before assembling it and pulling the slide back. He smiled and aimed the weapon at the glass window towards the city and pulled the trigger. The pistol made a click before he charged the pistol again and squeezed the trigger once more.
"Would you stop? You're gonna 'shoot your eye out.'" Kate pointed her thin, porcelain finger over at Max as he rolled his eyes.
Click.
"Hey! Did you hear me?" Kate sat up and looked at Max who was now taking the cloth back to his pistol.
"Yes.... I heard you. It's not even loaded, so don't throw a hissy fit," he replied, looking up at his beautiful wife before giving a smirk.
Kate rolled her blue eyes at her husband before tucking her brown hair behind her ear and resumed typing.
"Hey Max, did you hear about that lab or whatever that went down? It's all over the news and it's kind of annoying. Like, I wanna know what happened on last night's episode of Kill or Be Killed."
Max never took his eyes off his pistol as he once again took it apart and inspected the pieces. "Yeah hun. Everyone at work was talking about it. You know how old people are, they gossip. Apparently," Max took a breath and slicked his hand through his blonde hair before continuing, "Apparently they were working with some kind of fungus to try and understand it more? Bunch of wack-jobs if you ask me."
"Yeah, but it says here that they never found the scientists. When the police responded to an alarm that had been going off for a few hours.... no one was there. It was just...abandoned," Kate began getting nervous and her voice shook as she said, "Abandoned."
Max looked up and saw the worry spreading across her face. He stood up, set his cloth and parts down on the wooden table, and walked over to his wife. He took her into his arms and hugged her tight.
"Hey, hey. It's ok. How far away is it? It's in another state isn't it? What...300 miles away or something? I'm bad with geometry."
"Honey, it's GEOGRAPHY. You're right though... it's silly. They probably just got annoyed with the alarm and went home, but what scares me is that they put caution tape up and have put the city in quarantine. No one has heard from anyone inside of the city either. It's like they just got put on pause or something," Kate spoke to Max after burying her face into his muscular arm, tracing an outline of one of his tattoos.
"Geometry, geography, whatever. It doesn't matter. The point is, if something crazy happened the police and military would respond, and we'd be fine. No different from crazy protesters. I'm sure they'll pop up on the news with some crazy statement about what happened."
Kate just sighed and closed her eyes as she leaned back against her husband's chest. She fell asleep listening to his heartbeat.
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A few weeks had passed, and two more cities had been put on quarantine. No matter how much Kate tried to find out what was happening, anything that hinted at what was going on was quickly removed from the internet.
"Max, I don't get this. They just shut down Twitter because someone posted a video of inside one of the quarantine zones. From what I could see before the site went down it looked like a horde of...people I think? But they weren't normal. It was like they were on drugs or something. The video was really shaky and there was a lot of screaming. Then...that was it... the video cut out and the site went down. Now it's..." Kate got quiet and clicked her mouse a few times before sighing and throwing her hands up into the air. "I don't know Max. This doesn't seem right. The whole site is down. There's a little dinosaur running saying no connection."
Max sat down at the wooden table and took apart his rifle, inspecting the pieces and looking through the scope for scratches and cracks.
"Mhm. I agree with you. Something isn't right. Two more cities were put into quarantine and one of them my family lives in. I haven't heard anything from them since. The last call I received was that there were people attacking each other and my mom said something about cannibalism and rape? It didn't make sense to me. Try seeing if you can see anything about that online. I'm gonna head out and grab more ammo just in case." Max set his scope down and looked over at Kate who began chewing on her fingernails and nodded, "ok" to him.
Kate started browsing the web trying to find some kind of hidden forum or website that was put up regarding what was happening. That's when she found the video that would change everyone's lives.
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Max was at the gun store right before it closed, picking up a few more boxes of ammo.
"Hey Bob. Let me get a few more boxes of .45 and let's do five boxes of 5.56."
Bob, an older man probably late 40's early 50's with a bald head and grey hair around his sides, smiled and started grabbing boxes of ammo behind him.
"Whatcha up to Max? How's that pretty wife of yours?"
Max smiled and rested against the counter while flipping a lighter that was on sale open and closed.
"Oh you know, can't complain. Kate's good. She's real worried about that stuff with the lab, and now cities are going into quarantine and what not." His blue eyes watched the flame of the lighter dance around in the air before he closed the lid shut and flipped it open again to relight the flame.
Bob dropped the boxes of ammo onto the counter and scratched his rough 5'oclock silver shadow before putting his hands through his suspenders and resting them against his gut -- a gut resulting from years upon years of alcoholism and fast food.
"You keep flipping that flame on and I'm gonna have to make you buy more fuel for it."
Max closed the lighter and added it to the boxes of ammo, "I'll buy it. I like the Aquarius design on it. Kate's really big on that astrological stuff anyways."
Bob shook his head and they both gave a hearty laugh that echoed off the walls of the old gun store.
"Well, you tell Kate there ain't nothing to be scared of. I heard it was some kind of AIDS epidemic anyways. They say everyone's over there raping each other and what not. Now what the hell would drive people to do that? I'll tell you. It's that damn AIDS. People over there fucking monkeys and shit and now we got an epidemic. That's probably what they were doing in that there lab." Bob started getting red in the face and a vein started emerging from his forehead.
"Easy cowboy. I don't think it's AIDS. I did hear something about rape, but my mom said something about cannibalism before her phone cut off. I'd rush over there myself and check on her if it weren't for all those damn check points and military setting up outside of the quarantine spots. I'll admit, something big is going on and it's starting to rattle my cage. I didn't think anything of it until recently, but I can't let Kate see that it's bothering me," Max watched Bob start bagging up his ammo and lighter before ringing him out.
"Well whatever the hell is going on, I know I'm gonna be sitting high and tight right here in my gun store in case crazies wanna try and loot the place now that all hell has broken loose. I don't trust no government people either. They're always lying and shit." Bob spat onto his wooden floor and wiped away the tobacco stain from his lips.
"Yeah I hear ya Bob. Hey, stay safe man. Oh, and I'm pretty sure monkeys didn't give us AIDS," Max replied as he picked up his bag and left the store with the door ringing on the way out.
Bob cuffed his hands together and shouted out at Max, "I'm just saying! They sent monkeys to space you know! Can't trust em!"
As Max walked to his Jeep, he saw a man standing under a streetlamp facing the wall. His body swayed back and forth as he stared into nothingness. Max looked a little closer and saw that the man's veins were black and his fingers were bending and twisting in weird directions.
"Fucking tweakers." Max shook his head and hopped into his Jeep before revving it up and speeding off to get back to Kate.
Bob stood in the window and watched Max drive off. He spit again onto the wooden floor that had to have been coated in his tobacco from years of chewing.
"Damn boy doesn't even realize how lucky he is to have Kate. With a piece of ass that fine..." he grabbed his growing erection as he thought of Kate and the times Bob would invite Kate and Max over to sit in his SPA just so he could see Kate in her bikini. "I'm just saying. If I had a piece of ass like that.... well my balls would always be empty, I could say that much."
Bob snickered to himself and rubbed his stiff erection harder before glaring out at the same man Max had seen.
"What the fuck? I thought I told those fucking tweakers to stay the hell away from my store. It's bad for business."
Bob threw open his door and started shouting at the man who stood lifeless under the streetlamp in the parking lot.
"Hey crackhead! Hey!" Bob chucked a rock that struck the man in the shoulder which only threw him off balance and made him slowly turn and look at Bob with cold, dead eyes. "What the...fuck? Hey get outta here! Leave or I'm calling the police!"
The man stared at Bob, smiled a wide, large grin with blood stained teeth before rushing at Bob.
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~The Scientist~
Max walked into his and Kate's house and locked the door behind him before tossing his keys into the key dish.
"Kate? Hey, you there?"
He didn't get a response back. Silence filled the house and a faint glow illuminated the living room where Kate had been before he left. Max slowly walked to the living room, his hand reaching for his pistol located in the small of his back.
"Hey...babe...? You there?"
He darted around the corner and saw Kate standing in shock as she watched the tv. Max looked up at the tv and walked over to Kate. Kate looked over at Max and quickly rushed to her computer to restart the video she had found during her internet dig. She quickly rejoined Max and slipped her arms under his and began sniffling.
Max stared at the TV in disbelief. There was a video being shot from a cellphone of a man hiding behind a car and recording one of the creatures that had another man pinned down and was biting into his neck. The man on the video began whispering to whoever was watching, "My name is Peter and I'm one of the last survivors of the lab. I've been trying to get this video out there about what's happening and what the government is covering up. We were funded to try and reverse the human body becoming immune to antibiotics. What they didn't say was that in our lab, deeper in our lab, they were conducting experiments on a new super biological weapon that utilized the "Zombie-Ant Fungus" and trying to understand how it works, how it thinks, and how it takes over its host."
The man who claimed to be one of the last scientists got quiet and looked over the car again and the creature was gone, leaving the corpse of its victim lying in the street. The camera zoomed in on the corpse and you could see a noticeable tent appearing in the groin area of the victim.
"You see that! It's...it's fucking amazing really. The fucking fungus found its perfect host. Humans. Specifically, human males. See, it craves a warm environment with a lot of nutrients and water AKA us. Humans. Until those assholes started fucking with the fungus it grew smarter and stronger. Before, it was only able to control ants and small critters. After a month of tweaking with its properties, the fungus was able to control small animals like cats and dogs. Now, 6 months.... SIX FUCKING MONTHS and it's able to inhabit the human body. It started with a bite. A simple fucking bite. And as soon as the fungus got its first taste of human, it didn't stop. Those assholes just watched it take off and go after a whole town...and then a whole city.... and now two cities later I can tell you exactly what's going on. This fucking fungus man...it...it takes over the body right? It fucking controls you. It kills you first, but it controls you and it makes you spread itself. It's like it can't stop. Now here's the weird thing, it'll attack males no problem. You know, just take a chunk outta you like you ain't shit right? And then of course it's injected into the human body and blah blah science shit. Well, it prefers males because of our testicles. Yeah! I said it! Testicles. Our fucking balls. Look, we create sperm right? Well our balls are the perfect place for it to reside in. That's where it creates spores and mixes it in with your sperm. It's crucial for its survival. I can't make this shit up right?"
Peter once again got quiet and looked over at the body which was gone at this point. Only a blood stain remained. He cursed to himself and slowly started moving around. The camera was showing the empty city streets as he moved around cars and shrubs while he continued on.
"Look. I just need people to know that I tried ok? I tried saying something and I got a gun in my face. They shot the other scientists and now they're after me before I talk. You guys have to know. They can't stop it. They can't control it. It's not even in the quarantine zone anymore. They think it's still there, but it's spread and it's spreading fast. We don't know exactly how to kill it, but going for the brain of the infected host seems to stop it because you're effectively killing the host's control center, right? This may sound fucked up, but from what we've seen, after it rapes or fucks you or whatever the fuck it does, the host dies."
You can hear the snap of Peters fingers.
"Like that. One and done. Depending on the host, they either rape or eat you. You're either food for this fucking thing or you're another host to it. I don't understand what it's trying to achieve other than just staying alive inside of humans. I can only pass on a few pointers before my phone dies. First, they like sunlight. They crave it. Your skin absorbs it and they feed off of the sun rays. Second, it's not airborne thank God. It can only be spread by bites or fluids. Specifically, sexual fluids. Nine times out of ten, they will try and mate with you. That's the most effective way to spread and seeing as that's how humans make baby humans, it just makes sense I guess. And lastly, the females that are infected all wander off. Now I'm guessing they probably go to some kind of breeding ground or something, but it's extremely rare to run into a female host. All I've seen are males and the females that are injected, bitten, whatever all die, obviously, but then they rise up hours later and wander off into the woods or mountains or whatever. I'm not even going to try and see why."
Peter sat up against a truck and looked over at a horde that had just spotted him. He looked at the camera and pointed the camera back towards the horde of male hosts that started charging at him. His voice got low and tears filled his eyes.
"You know...it's kind of ironic. We fucked with nature and now nature is literally fucking us. I tried. I'm done. I can't keep running anymore. I'm a damn scientist not a fucking survivalist. Just take what I said to heart and..."
The video cuts out to black.
Max stared at the blank tv as the pause and replay button popped up onto the screen.
Kate broke down sobbing.
"What do we do?" She managed to say in between crying and wiping her tears from her eyes.
Max just stared at the TV and was frozen in time. His mind raced back to the man standing under the light.
"We need to leave. Now."
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~Escape~
Max ran through the house grabbing anything and everything he might need. Flashlights, batteries, extra socks and underwear. He threw everything into a backpack and stuffed it full of water bottles and canned food. Kate touched a picture of her and Max on their wedding day. She smiled at how handsome he looked with his combed blond hair and rough beard. She traced her finger over her white wedding dress that hugged her body perfectly. She felt too petite, but apparently she drew everyone's attention and she secretly loved it. With a heavy sigh, she removed the photo from the frame and folded it in half, tucking it into her pink backpack along with food and water.
Max handed her a sharp hunting knife which only made her pull away from it.
"No. I don't want that thing," Kate said as she threw another can of ravioli into her backpack.
"Kate. Just take it please. You never know. You heard that Peter guy. That was the clearest, longest video we've seen regarding this whole thing and what my mom said on the phone before cutting out fits exactly what he was saying. I mean did you see that group that rushed him? They were huge!"
Max pulled out Kate's hand and slapped the knife into it before curling her fingers around the hilt. Kate looked at Max with big blue eyes and whispered, "Ok. Fine."
After they had finished grabbing what they needed they did one last check of the house. Max had his pistol and rifle while Kate held onto the knife for dear life. They heard gunshots and screams coming from outside and Max looked over at Kate who was already staring at him. She gave him a half smile.
"Well...I guess you were right. It's already here," Kate whispered to Max as he checked outside of the window.
"Yeah, I'm telling you that man under that light was infected. The way he stood there just gazing into nothingness was creepy. And his skin was blueish and had black veins bulging from his skin. Hey Kate, look at this," Max replied as he slid open the back door and looked over the balcony that overlooked the city.
Kate stepped over to Max and her jaw dropped. There were police sirens racing through the city and small fires had been started. Cars were crashing into buildings and each other as people tried to flee. An echo of screams and cries could be heard followed by gunshots. A helicopter whirled overhead followed by another and soon a third as the military swept in to try and eradicate the infection. The sides of the helicopters lit up as the door gunners began mowing down anyone caught in their path.
"Are they killing people!? Why!?" Kate shouted out having to lean onto Max's shoulder so he could hear her over the spitting of gunfire and helicopter blades cutting through the air.
Max leaned over and yelled back into Kate's ear, "The scientist guy, Peter, did say that they don't know how to control it so maybe they're exterminating anyone that comes into contact with it? I don't know, but we need to leave the city right now. Let's stop at Bob's place and see if we can get you a gun along with extra ammo. We may be on our own for a while."
Kate looked up and Max and gave him a big, long kiss before darting back inside with him, leaving the city to scream and explode in the night sky.
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~Bob's Place~
Max and Kate climbed over walls and hid behind crashed cars and flipped-over food stands as they watched the chaos unfold right before their eyes. Max decided against using his jeep because it was too dangerous and made them a moving target for the military, if they really were exterminating everyone. Every now and then you could hear the screeching of jets as they flew over their heads and released missiles in heavily infected parts of the city.
Max fired two rounds from his pistol at a man that started rushing him and Kate. The man's mouth foamed with white liquid as he rushed at them, hands outstretched. The bullets went through his chest and did nothing to slow him down. He grabbed Kate and screeched loudly into the air. Kate wiggled as much as she could to get free.
"Kate! The knife! I can't hit him with how much he's moving around!"
Kate screamed as the man grabbed at her shirt and pulled it downwards stretching and ripping a part of it. Her pale, round breast came into view and her pink nipple pointed towards the sky. She could feel his erect cock poking into her thigh. The man had his pants torn free and his pulsating cock twitched against her warm thigh.
"Max! Help me!!!" She looked over at him with desperate eyes as he aimed his pistol at the man and was trying to track him.
"I can't, Kate! His head keeps moving around! I don't want to hit you!"
The zombie looked down at Kate's exposed flesh and more drool dripped from his mouth and onto her tank top as she struggled free of his grasp. With a free hand, she plunged the knife Max gave her into the man's skull making it drop to the ground, uttering not a twitch or sound other than the body hitting the ground. Max pulled the knife free and wiped the blood from it before handing it back to Kate.
"Did you see that? It didn't bite me. I could feel it's...member against my leg. He wanted to....to...." Kate's voice trailed off as she slowly fixed her shirt, tucking her breast back into her top.
Max hugged her tightly and kissed her forehead. "You did great. I'm sorry. I didn't want to hit you with a stray bullet."
Kate shook her head and buried her face into his strong chest. "It's ok. Let's just get to Bob's."
Max agreed and they snuck through the night avoiding infected and police alike as everyone scrambled around without a clue. Looters were smashing into stores and running off with food and water along with material things like TVs and stereos.
Max and Kate avoided everyone until they reached Bob's store that had iron gates covering the windows and doors. Max knocked against the door until he heard Bob's familiar voice.
"Fuck off! I'll put holes in you if you even try, looters!!"
"Bob, it's Max and Kate! Let us in! It's crazy out here!"
Bob poked his head into one of the windows and saw the couple standing by his door. Kate's shirt had been ripped and she did her best to hold it up with one hand while the other gripped the knife.
The door opened and both Max and Kate stepped into his shop. Bob locked the door and pushed a vending machine up against the door that he had blocking the entrance. Bob was stronger than Max remembered, but he was glad to have made it to his shop.
"Bob, we need another gun for Kate and some more ammo. I'm running a little light after that run through the city to your shop," Max said as he dropped his backpack onto one of the counters and began counting his boxes of ammo left. He then pulled out empty magazines and began refilling them with ammo.
Bob nodded and tossed more boxes towards Max before setting a pistol onto the table by Kate.
"Bob, thank you," Kate said as she smiled at him.
Bob slid the gun over to her, locking eyes with her beautiful blues and glancing down at her torn shirt that revealed small glimpses of cleavage. His eyes traced back up to her eyes and he just nodded.
"I take it you got into a little bit of a scrap?" He finally replied.
"Yeah. One of those things... it grabbed me and wouldn't let go," Kate replied as she played with the gun Bob had given her. She mimicked what she had seen Max do all the time and charged the pistol backwards before pulling the trigger. Bob watched, his eyes slightly bloodshot, but hidden in the dark. His bite from the "tweaker" earlier had begun festering, and his arm was on fire.
Bob didn't know what the hell was going on, but his balls felt full. Very, very full. To the point where they felt like they would explode if he didn't release them. He hadn't checked, but he could feel them expanding and growing larger than a normal sized pair of balls.
"So, you were grabbed? Both you and Max or just you, Kate?" He replied, his voice getting lower and darker.
Max looked up at Bob and Kate, pausing his reloading.
Kate replied to Bob, "Just me, but he didn't bite me or anything. I got pretty lucky I guess."
Bob stood still for a moment and a smirk spread across his face.
"How do I know you haven't been bit? I let you into my shop and you could be infected?"
"Bob, she hasn't been bit. Come on man, you know me. I wouldn't lie to you," Max spoke up, stepping away from his pistol.
"No, I trust that statement like I trust the damn government. I don't. Prove you haven't been bit. Show me your skin!" Bob had to control what he was saying. He had always dreamed of seeing Max's wife naked and his balls ached more than anything with how much they had grown. He had never felt this full before in his life and large bulge appeared in his pants.
Kate showed him her arms and wrists before pointing at her neck. "See! Nothing! I didn't get bit Bob."
"No! Your shirt was torn! How do I know I can trust that! Otherwise get the fuck out of my shop. Go ahead. Take your chances out there then," he shouted back at Kate and Max.
Max touched Kate's shoulder. He knew they wouldn't survive the night out in the city. The ammo he used up just to get him and Kate back to Bob's shop and Kate being attacked like that; he just couldn't do it. They at least needed to wait for the morning when things calmed down. He didn't like it, but at least Bob was a friend of the family.
"Kate..."
"I know Max. I know we can't survive the night out there. We should've just stayed home," Kate said as she looked down at the knife she had previously used. "Ok... fine, but we get to stay the night and we're gone in the morning."
Bob did his best to contain his excitement. For years upon years he had dreamed of this day. He'd known Max since he was a kid and always felt like a father to Max. When he first met Kate, Bob couldn't help but imagine forcing his cock deep inside of her pussy and spilling his old seed into her young little cunt. Now, with the fungus taking its effect inside of his body, he felt like his cock was going to burst free from his pants.
Bob's eyes darted across Kate's pale body as she slowly, and shakily, lifted her top up and over her head. Her round, perky breasts bounced into view of the two men. Max sighed and looked at her beautiful breasts before looking over at Bob who was mesmerized by Kate's magnificent pair of tits. Max knew he had an attractive wife, but he never imagined her showing herself off to some old geezer in a gun store. And that same very geezer was a man he considered a father.
Kate covered her pink nipples with one hand and used the other to tug away her jeans she had been wearing. Her cute pink panties came into view briefly before they were tugged away by her jeans by accident. Bob caught a flash of her pink, shaved pussy without a single hair to be found. It was balder than the top of his head and looked amazing. He hadn't seen a pussy or pair of tits in person in so long he almost forgot how amazing the female body was. For years he had dreamed of this day and masturbated to thoughts of what she looked like naked. He'd stare at pictures she would upload and masturbate to cleavage shots. Even at her wedding he couldn't keep his eyes off of her tight little body wrapped up in virgin white lace.
"Now turn," Bob commanded Kate as she covered her breasts with one hand and pussy with the other. She was as naked as the day she was born and standing in front of Bob, a perverted old man that would give her long stares and awkward hugs. She felt his hands glide up and down her back before getting a quick butt squeeze every time she would hug him and now here she was standing naked in front of him with her husband watching everything.
Kate looked over to Max and saw he was just standing there smiling, reassuring her everything was ok. Kate's blue eyes wandered back across the room to Bob who was moving closer to her. He stood right in front of her and repeated himself, "I said, turn around."
Slowly, Kate turned herself around so her round peach shaped butt was in view of Bob. She felt his hand touch her left butt before he gave it a firm squeeze. Max seemed to have not seen because he didn't say anything.
"Mmmm. No bites then, huh?" Bob said to the couple as he felt her other cheek, giving it the same treatment he gave her left cheek. After a firm grab she felt a finger touch her pussy entrance which made her pull away quickly and back up to Max.
"Ok that's enough! You've seen that I'm not bit! Now we're staying the night and then we're gone you creep!"
"Hey! You guys came into MY gun shop. MY sanctuary," Bob started his rant, a black vein starting to bulge from his forehead. His cock was aching in his pants and it hurt every time it pulsed. He had been leaking copious amounts of precum to the point where the groin area of his pants were coated in a sticky fluid.
Max grabbed Kate and pushed her behind him as he saw Bob step closer, the massive stain between his legs and his veins starting to change colors as he tried to speak clearly.
"Bob... Bob are you infected?" Max asked Bob while casually leaning back to reach for his pistol still sitting on the table.
Kate watched in horror as she stood behind Max using him as shelter while Bob continued.
"You came into My...my...my...my...."
Bob started repeating himself over and over again before he paused, looked around the room and then looked at Max.
"Bit. Bite. He bite me. Bit me? The tweaker. He bite."
Max looked over at Bob's arm as Bob ripped away his shirt with brute force exposing his massive beer belly that was sweaty and covered in curly hair. His arm oozed with yellowish liquid from the bite wound.
"Bob..." Max stared as he stepped farther back, pistol in hand. Each step Bob took, Max took two steps back.
Bob's eyes darted to Kate who was cowering behind Max, "You. You must...relieve me. Please... it's spreading..."
As he spoke, Bob unbuttoned his pants and let them drop to the floor. As soon as he did, his balls swung into view followed by an extremely erect, rigid cock. Max and Kate watched as his cock pulsed with each heartbeat and continuously leaked yellow and white liquid. The fungus was infested in his precum and it gave it a yellow glow. They looked at Bob's balls that had swollen larger than any man's normal size. They looked like two plums swinging around in his sack as he stumbled forward, a hand outstretched.
Max held his pistol up at Bob and placed his finger over the trigger. He felt Kate's soft, delicate hand touch his wrist and push down.
"Wait. This is a perfect chance to see if Peter was right. He said to damage the brain or empty the balls and it'll kill the host and the fungus," Kate whispered to Max.
Max looked over his shoulder at Kate who stared right back into his eyes and gave a half smile.
"He's as good as dead anyways honey. To die like that...with a stiffie so hard it looks like it's going to explode..." Kate's voice got shaky and her heart raced as she watched the monster of a cock bounce around with each stumble Bob made. He clearly was not human anymore. The infection had taken over and he was just a shell for the fungus.
Bob's brain locked onto Kate as his balls jutted out another rope of precum that splattered onto the floor as it dropped from his oozing, swollen cock head. Kate stared at his nine inch thick cock with its purple head that oozed like a broken faucet. She couldn't help but get horny watching this. Her heart raced and pounded in her ears as she thought about what she was about to do.
This was basically Max's father. He had been in their lives for year; for as long as Kate had known Max, she had also known Bob. She felt bad for him. He looked pitiful, stumbling around, his arm outstretched and the other limp bouncing against his thigh. His large cock continued to drip with unholy lust and swing around in the air. His balls were huge. Kate stared as they seemed to grow larger. Was this the fungus at work? Manipulating his sperm and binding its fungus to it so that it could implant in its victims?
Max sighed and looked at Bob.
"Well old friend.... I suppose it doesn't really matter now. You aren't even you. Just some hollowed-out husk basically."
Max's cock had been hard since he watched his wife strip naked and he did his best to hide it. His cock outlined his jeans and thigh as it grew harder and thicker thinking about his wife emptying another man's load. For years he had spent with Kate and she drained his balls daily, but this was different. He was going to witness his wife empty another man. And that other man was someone he considered a father. The weird lust and taboo behind it all stirred his balls and made him leak.
"Kate, just be careful. Don't let him cum in you. It'll infect you. I can't believe I'm saying this. What's wrong with me?"
Kate only smiled, kissed his cheek and walked out in front of Max. Bob's pupils dilated as they locked on to Kate's naked body. Her pale skin glowed in the moonlight. The shop had lost power hours ago when the initial wave hit. The only light they had was a few candles and the moon shining through the windows.
Kate moved her hands away from her breasts exposing them to Bob once again. Her pink nipples were hard and very sensitive from being turned on as much as she was. Max could see a faint glisten between Kate's legs as she stepped closer to Bob. Bob paused for a second as if he was coming around.
"Kate...Kate? Kate stay away! I...it's controlling me. I can't...I think I'm dying? Ugh...my balls are so full...what's happening to me?"
Bob grabbed his head before stumbling around and freezing in place. His veins bulged out from his cock as it hardened further if that was even possible. She could see a thick black vein twitching with his cock as it jetted out more pre.
"It's ok Bob... I'm here," Kate said trying to soothe Bob. She reached a hand forward and touched the tip of his cock which only spurted against her palm. Just her touch made Bob pause once again. He turned his head to the side as she began touching his cock. He was curious as to what was happening.
"It's ok... I'll take care of this for you. One last release before you die. At least that's what the scientist said."
Max watched intently, his pistol still in his hand in case Bob tried anything crazy. What was happening was crazy anyways. In a normal world they would never do this. He also didn't want to put his friend, his father rather, down like a dog. In a weird, twisted fantasy he actually was getting off to this. Apparently, Kate was as well. He could tell by the way she handled Bob's cock that she was enjoying this a little too much. His eyes watched Kate's hands bounce Bob's cock around like she used to do to his own when they'd fool around.
Kate enjoyed teasing Max and edging him before letting him cum. She may look innocent and sweet, but she was a freak in the sheets and he loved that about her. Even now, as he watched her toy with Bob's dick, he still loved her. Even more now than ever.
"Max he's really pent up. This stuff isn't a joke. His balls look a lot bigger than normal," Kate said as she cupped Bob's oversized balls in her hands. They sagged lower than usual and we're lukewarm to the touch. Probably because Bob was fading into oblivion.
Bob watched Kate toy with his meat stick in a dream come true, but to an end as well. If he wasn't so full of sperm and stuck on edge he would be sad, but he was ready to burst. The girl he considered a daughter was touching his cock and massaging his balls, her husband, Max, stuck watching the scene unfold.
Max was getting uncomfortable with how stiff his cock had gotten and he unzipped his jeans to let it out. He pulled his cock free and slowly started rubbing himself to what his wife was doing. It was like watching real life porn, except Bob was on his deathbed and Kate was easing him into it as best she could. It really was better than being a mindless zombie eating and raping, or shooting a man he considered his father. But how was this going to affect his relationship with Kate?
He was getting extremely excited watching this and Kate was really into what she was doing. There was no hesitation from either of them, only lust and desire. Kate looked back at Max who was now in fully masturbating while watching her. A smile spread across her delicate lips and she took Bob's cock in both hands and began jerking it up and down making his heavy sack bounce with each jerk. Every time she brought her hands upwards it forced more and more precum out of its swollen tip and it drooled down his shaft creating lube for her to go harder and faster.
She tried to keep in motion with Max as she jerked off Bob and Max masturbated. Max sat his pistol down and played with his own balls as he jerked himself off to his wife. She looked beautiful, crouched down and eye level with Bob's solid cock. Her round peachy ass slowly moved back and forth as she became more and more excited. This whole thing was driving her wild and she really needed to fuck something. That want was soon interrupted when Bob groaned loud and grabbed Kate by the neck and pushed her face down on one of his counters.
"Wait! Bob, stop! What are you doing?! I'm trying to help you!"
Max froze for a second and rushed to Kate's side trying to pull Bob off of her. Bob used his other hand to throw Max up against the wall which knocked the breath out of him. Bob was ridiculously strong. Was it the fungus taking control of his muscles and strengthening them in order to fend him off? That would explain why he was able to rest the vending machine up against the door so easily. It was too late to think too long on what was happening because Max saw Kate look over at him before her eyes rolled back and a loud moan escaped her lips. Max watched helplessly as Bob's swollen, rock hard cock pierced Kate's pussy. Bob grunted loudly as his cock slid easily into Kate's tight, wet cunt. He buried himself balls deep inside of her womb before looking over at Max.
"I...I can't control it Max. My son, I'm sorry. I...I want this...it feels so good....she feels so good on my cock. Oh how I have wanted this for years, to feel your wife's pussy wrapped around my cock as I fucked her." Bob began drooling and it started running down his chin while his veins grew darker and darker as his body became more infected.
He could feel her pussy tighten on his cock as it twitched inside of her little hole. He never ever imagined this day happening or how tight she would be, but now even if he wanted to he couldn't stop. Anytime he tried to fight it his head felt like it was going to explode. His heart rate quickened but also began to slow down to the point of death. Kate cried out in both pleasure and pain as he held her firmly down on the counter while he drove his cock in and out of her pussy.
"Bob, please stop! Don't cum in me, please!" Kate tried crying out in between gasps and moans.
Max scrambled to his feet while holding his chest and attempting to regain air. He really had the wind knocked out of him and all he needed to do was grab his gun and end it all. Bob picked up his pace really driving his cock into Kate making her ass jiggle each time his hips slammed into her and his balls slapped the counter making a thump thump sound that echoed through the shop. The commotion in the shop drew attention to any infected that lurked around the store and soon, Kate had an audience staring at her from the windows. Eyes peered through the windows and bodies were soon pushed up against the glass as they spotted Kate and the scene that had unfolded. Moans and groans grew louder and louder as more and more zombies surrounded the shop.
Kate looked over at the windows and spotted the horde that had gathered at the shop. There were so many of them all pushed up against the windows like kids at a candy shop. They needed flesh and release and here it was, just out of reach. Most of the zombies had torn clothing and all of them sported massive, erect cocks. Their balls sagged low with the weight of cum and their balls swelled up. Their cocks were pushed up against the window as they scratched at the glass. Kate was grateful for the new glass Bob had installed as well as the metal gate that protected them even if the glass was to break. Suddenly, her legs began shaking and her body tensed as she started cumming on Bob's cock. An unwanted but much needed wave of pleasure passed through her body as she was raped in front of hundreds of zombies by Bob. She could feel his cock swelling up as it was ready to burst.
"No..Bob no! Please! Max help me! Don't let him cum in me!" Kate cried out after her legs finished shaking and she realized what was about to happen.
She felt Bob's sweaty hand push her harder against the glass making her breasts squish into it glide up and down it as he quickened his pace. Max stumbled around using another counter as balance while he made his way to his pistol that sat on the opposite counter. By the time he made it to his pistol, it was too late.
"Max I am so sorry.... I can't hold it back any longer! But God does it feel so good. Thank you Max..." Bob moaned as he felt his balls shoot up in his sack and release the biggest load he had ever had in his entire life. His cock exploded with such force that it almost dropped him to his knees. His eyes rolled back in his skull as his vision became distorted and his balls emptied themselves into Kate's tight married womb.
Kate let out a cry as she felt his warm seed explode deep inside of her. She felt her belly slightly expand with how much she drained from his balls. Wave after wave of warmth filled her cunt as his balls continued pushing out everything they contained. With each wave of cum that left Bob's sack his body went more and more limp. After the final ejaculation, Bob dropped straight back making his cock pop free from Kate's womb spilling his yellowish/white cum all over the floor and her lower back. Bob hit the ground with a thud and his cock went limp. Max dropped to his knees as he watched Bob, the man he considered his father, slip away from the world and his cum gushed out of Kate's pussy. Max's wife had been defiled and filled to the brim with cum - an infectious, man killing cum and he had let it all happen out of lust.
Kate went limp against the counter as another wave of pleasure passed through her body making her pussy tighten. After it passed, her pussy gushed out more of his tainted seed. After what felt like minutes, her pussy had pushed out the last remaining drop of Bob's sperm. Kate sank to the floor and rested against the base of the counter in a puddle of Bob's spunk. Max slowly crawled up to her and put his arms around her.
"I'm..so sorry... I should have stopped this, but I was so horny I couldn't control it," he whispered, attempting to reassure her.
Kate looked at Max and gave him the deepest, warmest kiss before resting her forehead against his.
"It's ok my love. It was my idea anyways and I don't deserve to live in this world after what just happened. I might as well be honest before I die. I kinda actually really enjoyed that. There was just something about the primal instinct and animal-like pleasure that came out of me," Kate replied as she stared at Max's shocked face. She placed her hand over his throbbing cock and smiled even bigger. "Besides, I think you enjoyed that little show too, didn't you?"
Max moaned as he felt her fingers twirl around the tip of his cock smearing his precum all over. He looked down and watched as she gave a few hard jerks before she climbed onto his lap and slipped his cock into her abused hole. Max's eyes widened as he felt her pussy tighten around the head of his cock and he could feel the leftover deposit that Bob had left behind. It only made him crazier and Max began thrusting up into the air hard into Kate's pussy.
He fucked his wife hard and fast, his balls slapping her ass as she held onto the counter and threw her head back in pleasure. She looked over at Bob's lifeless corpse and his flaccid cock that had just fucked her. She saw his deflated balls that had emptied themselves inside of her with every drop they had held. She closed her eyes tight as she came again and again on Max's cock. Her husband's cock that now fucked her harder and better than he ever had before.
This was a new world that they were about to live in and Kate loved every second of it.
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19,644 | Zora's Hot Confessions | bighedred | NonConsent/Reluctance | 2014-09-13 | 2014-09-13 | 2022-01-01 15:52:01 | 1 | literotica.com | https://www.literotica.com/s/zoras-hot-confessions | Sexy Asian MILF meets online date and is forced to fuck! | ['Bondage', 'Forced', 'Group', 'Stranger', 'Submission', 'Swallow', 'Threesome'] | 4.13 | "Good afternoon Dr Frezee. It is very nice to meet you. My name is Zora, and I am looking forward to our first session together."
"Hello Zora. I am pleased to meet you also. Please have a seat and get comfortable."
"Thank you doctor. This is a very nice office. So stylishly decorated. You have impeccable taste."
Zora was checking out the pictures on the wall which were mildly erotic, but her attention was drawn to one in particular. It was a photo of Dr Frezee wearing biker shorts, nothing else, and his dick was hard! The bulge extended halfway down his thigh, and it looked very thick. She was guessing it must be at least 9 inches. And his body was the icing on the cake. So hard and ripped. Yummy! Zora was shocked by the picture but couldn't take her eyes off of it.
"Please, just call me Dick. I feel that it is very important to establish a relaxed atmosphere for all of our sessions. Just take off your shoes and lie down on the couch and I will put some soft music on. Then we will get started."
"Well, ok then, Dick".
The mellow saxaphone music was so sexy and, combined with the room's beautiful decor, delicious fragrance and that sizzling hot picture of Dick, was starting to turn Zora on. Sitting on the luxurious couch in her lingerie was making her feel very open and uninhibited.
"Alright now Zora. As you already know, I am a sex/relationship counselor. My methods are a little different. Thank you for changing into your lingerie for this session. I found that it helps to get you in the right frame of mind. Based on the questionnaire that you filled out, you feel that you need to open up to someone that will not judge you. I am here to listen, and remember, you can tell me anything, anything at all. Our sessions are completely confidential. So, let's talk."
"Well doctor Frez...uh...Dick, where can I start. I am in a relationship with a wonderful man, and we are going to be married. There are some things that I would like to tell him before we tie the knot, but I'm not sure he would understand.
"I do love him very much, but sometimes I get weak. I mean, I love the attention of men, and flirting just seems to come naturally to me. I don't mean to seduce other men, but I can't seem to help myself! I love the feeling I get when a man is looking at me like he wants to eat me from head to toe. I don't usually act on the feelings, but there have been a few times when I have taken my flirting too far."
"Please elaborate."
"Example; I like to play on dating sites. Not to find anyone else, I just like to see which men find me attractive and to fantasize about actually meeting one of them. It really turns me on. This one time, I was chatting online with a man that I had met, his name was Tony, and we hit it off great. It was so easy to talk to him, he made me laugh and was a lot of fun, not to mention he was a total babe, and before I knew it, the conversation turned erotic. Normally, when this would happen, I would end the conversation and move on to the next guy. Well this time, I didn't do that. Instead, I played along, just to see where it would go."
"Zora, what do you mean by 'the conversation turned erotic'? Please tell me what was said."
"Are you sure? No judging right? Ok. Tony and I were talking about meeting, and he suggested that he get a hotel room and I could come there and we would leave from there to go to a play that we both wanted to see. Playfully, I said 'sounds like a plan.' Then he said, 'of course, I might want to taste you before we leave.' Without thinking, I said, 'you might get addicted.' Then he said, 'no, actually it is you that might get a-dick-ted. 8 inches of a-dick- ted to be exact'. I just laughed. I think he took my response as permission to speak freely, because the next thing he said was, 'I hope you can handle all my meat.' Playfully, I said, 'marinating meat is my specialty.' It kind of slipped out of my mouth before I could stop it. Besides, I felt ok saying this, as he didn't know my real name or anything. You know, it wasn't real. We talked a little more then logged off and later that night I jumped on my man and rode him like a wild animal until we were both covered in each other's juices."
"Zora, that doesn't seem to be so bad." Many women have fantasies about fucking men outside their relationship. It keeps things spicy."
"True, if only it had stopped right there. A few days passed by and I again decided to check my account. I logged in, and there was mail waiting for me from Tony. For some reason, a big smile broke out on my face when I saw it. I opened it, and was shocked when I read the e-mail. It said, 'I am coming to your town for business next week, and I have booked a room at the Marriott. I will be arriving Sunday and leaving on Wednesday. I will give you the room number once I check in. I hope to hear your knock at my door.'
"My boyfriend and I had a big fight on the Friday before Tony was supposed to arrive. He accused me of being distant and not having time for him. I don't know, maybe there was some truth in what he said, but he was mean to me and made me really angry. We didn't talk at all the whole weekend, and by Sunday I was really hurting. So, I decided to at least go and meet Tony. I felt it would be ok as I could control myself and was absolutely sure that nothing would happen. I just needed someone to talk to and hang out with to take my mind off of the pain. I checked my e-mail and there was one from Tony. My heart started beating furiously as I opened it, and read, 'Baby, meet me at the Marriott, room 326, can't wait to see you. I have a surprise for you.'
I took a shower, put on one of my sexiest dresses, and headed to the Marriott. I admit, by this time, my pussy was dripping and my nipples were so hard I just wanted someone to suck and squeeze them. But I was not going to the hotel to have sex, just meet, maybe have dinner or something and then come home.
"As I arrived in the hotel lobby, I began to have second thoughts. 'What am I doing here? I shouldn't be going to a hotel room to meet a man I met on the internet. I really love my man and I want to spend the rest of my life with him. I'm leaving.' As I swiftly swirled around to leave the lobby, I ran right smack into someone. 'Excuse me, I'm sorry' I muttered."
"Zora! Where are you going? It's me, Tony!"
"What I saw made me weak in the knees. Tony was about 6 feet 3 inches tall with a dazzling smile, and he was wearing a pair of well-fitting grey slacks, alligator shoes a blue silk shirt and beautiful tie. The shirt was very thin and his rippling muscles were straining against the fabric. I could see the outline of the muscles in his legs filling out his slacks. He had no fat on his body and he smelled delicious! He could have been a supermodel. 'Tony! H..hi. Wow you look good."
"Good enough to eat?"
"I laughed nervously. 'I was just leaving. I don't think I should be here.' "
"Wait, don't leave. Come sit with me on the sofa right here and let's talk for a few minutes."
"Dick, I really didn't see any harm in talking to him. After all, we were in a public place and I was free to leave whenever I felt like. And I really needed to take my mind off my aching heart. Boy was I mistaken. We talked about his reason for being in my city, he was a developer and was looking at buying some commercial property; I told him about my dreams of flipping houses, we talked about past relationships, we laughed at each other's jokes and before you knew it, I was totally relaxed and comfortable with this man. It was then that I said, 'It was nice talking with you' and as I stood to leave, he grabbed my hand and said, 'Don't leave yet. You haven't seen your surprise.' His touch sent tingles running through my body. Every rational thought in my head was saying 'leave,' but my body was not obeying.
'What is it?'
'Well, I need to show you, it loses some of its intrigue if I try to tell you.'
'Ok, I'll wait while you retrieve it.'
'I can't bring it down stairs. Come on up, you will be pleasantly surprised.'
"'Ok. But only for a minute. I really should not have come.' I got on the elevator, still admiring this gorgeous man, and, I must be honest Dick, my pussy was throbbing. I was thankful that he did not try anything, I'm not sure I could have resisted. After what seemed like an eternity, we arrived at his floor.
"After a long walk to a room at the end of the hall, Tony said, 'This is it. Come on in.' I walked in, looked around and noticed that he had a luxurious suite. He also had a lot of bags. So many that the only place to sit was on the bed. 'Have a seat, close your eyes, and I will be right back. You are going to love this.'
'OK, be quick.' I was really ready to leave before I jumped on this man, so I figured I would get the surprise, get a hug, and take my butt home. After a minute, I heard footsteps, and as I was about to open my eyes, I felt someone jump on the bed behind me, wrap their legs around my waist and put a hand over my mouth and around my throat. I also could tell that he was completely naked, his giant cock was rubbing me halfway up my back. He said, 'shhhh. Don't fight. I don't want to hurt you, but I am going to fuck you tonight, with or without your consent. So stop struggling, and let me get your sexy ass out of this dress. I have some dick for you to ride.'
"I didn't know what to do. I was so horny I felt like I was going to cum just from his hot breath on my neck. His huge dick was so hard and his body was soooo sexy. It was like my mind knew I had to leave, but my pussy was on fire and my body had its own agenda.
"Besides, I didn't exactly have a choice, Tony was a powerful man and I'm sure he could make good on his threats. Oh, how did I get myself in this predicament?
Finally, I exclaimed, 'Ok, ok. I won't resist. Just please don't hurt me! Let me go and I will get undressed for you.'
"Tony then said, 'don't try anything or you will get hurt. There is no way you can make it to the door before I get you. And if I have to chase you, you will be sorry.' I was thinking to myself, 'Baby, you don't have to worry about me trying to get away from that beautiful body and big dick. If I have to have sex with you anyway, I might as well get nasty and enjoy it!'
"I didn't say a word, but I think he could see in my eyes and hear in my breathing how incredibly horny I was, because he relaxed and started stroking his dick while I undressed. His balls looked like they were full of hot cum just waiting to explode from the giant head of his massive cock. And it was my job to coax all that juice out, no matter what it took. My eyes were glued to him, going from his tasty dick to his scrumptious balls to his rock hard body. I was starting to get light headed. I had never been this hot in my life!"
"I began to undress by taking off my shoes and stockings. I then removed my soaking wet panties and threw them on his face. Then I had a thought that made my pussy juices gush down my leg; this man was going to do anything he wanted to do to me. An-y-thing at all! By this time, I could smell his dick and balls, and the scent was driving me crazy! I was wondering how his balls were going to taste, and will he want me to swallow his cum? I was ready to completely submit to this man, whatever he told me to do, I was going to do with enthusiasm. I ripped my dress over my head, took my bra off as quickly as I could, and said, 'I am yours.'
'Get your sexy ass over here, baby. Make love to my body. I jumped on that invitation and started by licking his muscular chest, taking my time to suck each nipple in my mouth and bite on them ever so gently. I then gave his six pack abs a slow tongue bath as I traced each rock hard muscle with the tip of my tongue. I could hear Tony moaning so deeply and that made me even hotter. I licked my way down, stopping to tickle his belly button with the tip of my tongue. All this time, Tony was finger fucking me with his long, thick fingers. When he found my G-spot, I started to feel an orgasm building up in my loins, and within seconds I was cumming all over his hands. My pussy squirted juice all over his chest, and his dick seemed to get harder.
I couldn't wait any longer, I grabbed his dick with both hands and started sucking it like his balls contained the best dessert I ever tasted. I could only get the head and about an inch of his shaft in my mouth. I looked him in his eyes and said, 'I thought you said you had 8 inches. Your dick is at least 10 inches long baby.'
"Tony looked at me, smiled real big, and said 'Surprise.'
"By now, I was ready to get used as his sex slave. Tony must have read my mind, because he grabbed my hair tightly and said very sternly, lick my ass. He then turned over on his hands and knees with his muscular ass in the air and said 'what you waiting for? Get to it baby.' Now, I had never licked anyone's ass before, but thinking of taking my tongue and licking his asshole was so nasty, and I was so incredibly out of my mind horny, that I did it with zeal. He must have rubbed honey on his ass, it was so sweet. Ohhh, Dick, licking this man's ass made me so hot that I started cumming from doing it. I felt like such a slut, and I was loving every minute of it. After a few minutes, I wanted to taste his huge balls.
"They were so big; I just laid on the bed and he squatted over me and dipped his balls in my mouth one at a time like a teabag. I sucked each one deeply in my mouth and massaged them gently with my tongue. I could taste the sweet saltiness of his sweaty nuts. They were so meaty and hot and I wanted to swallow them whole! His dick was so hard, the thick veins were popping out all over. Hot juice was dripping from the head of his throbbing dick, landing on my face, soaking my lips and running down my chin.Ummmm!
"All I could think about was making him hornier and to cum harder than he ever had before. Whatever he wanted, I was going to willingly oblige. If he wanted me to lick his ass while I jacked him off into a glass and then drink down all of his cum, bottoms up. Then he made me sit in front of him with my mouth at the level of his dick, grabbed my hair and began to mouth fuck me. He rammed that horse dick in my throat over and over and I sucked it like a big lollipop. I could smell his sperm by now, and that smell drove me over the edge. I was feeling so hot and slutty that at that moment I would have fucked him in front of my man. Or anyone else for that matter.
"Tony put me on my knees doggy style and pushed his dick in my pussy so deep I thought it would pop out of my mouth. We had been fucking for about 45 minutes and I had cum 7 or 8 times. Not to mention the 3 times when I was licking his body and tasting his ass. When he started banging my pussy, my body erupted so hard I was screaming and didn't care who heard. He continued to bang my pussy for about 15 minutes and I thought I couldn't take any more orgasms. Then he did something that changed my mind. He took that big, hard, wet dick out of my dripping pussy, and while I was still in the doggy position, he started fucking me in my ass!
It hurt so much at first that I started to protest, but he just grabbed my hair and said 'Shut up. This is my body and I am going to use all of it to my satisfaction. Do you understand?' I meekly said 'Yes sir,' in a tiny voice and he kept fucking me in my ass. First a few inches slowly massaging my asshole with the head, then a quarter, then half, real slow and gentle, and soon he had all 10 plus inches deep in my ass. Ooooh! It felt so dirty. He started pounding my virgin ass, in and out with that steel dick, over and over. Soon I could feel another orgasm rising in me, but it was different. It started as an ache deep in my ass, then it spread like a wildfire to my pussy. Soon that ache turned to pleasure, and when I came, it was so intense that I temporarily passed out. When I woke up, Tony had tied me up, and it was then that I discovered we were not alone."
"By now, Tony had been fucking me for about an hour and a half in all kinds of positions, and my pussy and asshole were beat up! I did not know how I was going to handle these three men that came in from the other room. 'They have been watching us the whole time,' Tony said to me, 'and they are very horny.' Knowing that I had been watched and desired turned the fire up inside of me. One of the guys was a bald, slim, dark skinned black man who was taller than Tony; the other two looked like they were Puerto Rican or something, one of them had a little gut but was still very sexy.
'Don't worry Zora. I told them that your pussy is off limits, and I am saving your mouth for the big finale later. These men are here to be jacked off. You are ok pumping these dicks until they shoot hot cum all over you, right?'
"'Yesssss! I moaned. Anything you want baby.' I was so horny, it felt like I was floating. I was consumed with raw lust. By now, the men had gotten on the bed with me. They started licking and kissing and caressing me all over. Nibbling my ears, sucking my nipples, sucking my toes; one of the Puerto Ricans even ate my pussy but he wouldn't let me cum. I was still tied up and I was helpless.
'Baby, I can't really jack these men off while I'm tied up,' I said in my most innocent voice. 'Please untie me so I can squeeze these dicks in my hand.' The Puerto Ricans were average size, about 6 or 7 inches, but the black man, OMG! His dick was bigger than Tony's. At least 12 inches and very thick.
'Oh ok, if you can't wait any longer, then I will untie you.' Tony walked over to loosen the ropes, but before he did, he put his dick right in front of my mouth but just out of reach of my lips. Every time he would come close, I would open my mouth as wide as I could and strain to taste it, but he would move before I could get it in my mouth.
'Not yet, you nasty little freak. You will get to eat my sperm only after you have satisfied my homies and are completely covered in their cum. And you better be ready, because I am going to fill your belly with my juice.' Tony then untied me, and went and sat down, stroking his dick with honey while watching me.
"The black man's name was Leo, and the Puerto Rican's were Carlo and Kenny. Carlo and Kenny sat on either side of me on the bed, and Leo sat between my legs facing me. Their dicks were so hard they were jumping like they had a mind of their own. I know this sounds silly, but, for some reason, at that point I felt shy. I felt like I kind of knew Tony, even though he was forcing me to be this complete slut, but these men were strangers. I just sat there gazing at all this man flesh. I felt like I was in a dream.
Carlo then took my left hand and placed it on his dick. My fingers instinctively wrapped around his pole and started stroking. About the same time, Kenny placed my right hand on his cock and there I was, pumping 2 dicks at once while 2 other men watched me with lust in their eyes. I was the star of the show and I was keeping all four of these dicks rock hard!
"I didn't need any lubricant; the semen dripping from the heads provided all the slipperiness I needed. I went into a trance, jacking off these men as hard and fast as I could, first staring at Kenny's pulsating meat, then Carlo's beautiful dick. After about 5 minutes, both men's hips started bucking and they were moaning so loud that I knew they were about to shoot. I pumped harder and then began to feel both dicks get harder and hotter and in an instant they started to cum.
Kenny's juice shot up 3 feet in the air and landed right on my face. Glob after glob sprayed from his cock, and I kept pumping to get all of it. Carlo had gotten on his knees and his dick was pointed right at my titties, and his first load covered my chest completely! By the time these men stopped cumming, my face, chest and stomach were covered with hot nut butter.
"Leo had been very patient to this point, but he couldn't wait any longer. He stood up in front of me with his dick pointed right at my mouth and jacked his own dick. I was transfixed by the sexy scene which was unfolding before me. 'I wondered, does he want me to swallow his cum? Tony said that my mouth was all his, and I don't want to make him mad.'
My question was answered when Tony said 'Zora, come here. Now.' I obeyed him and started to walk over to him when he said, 'crawl to me on your hands and knees and tell me how much you want to taste my cum.' I immediately went down on all fours and proclaimed 'Baby, I want to suck your dick until you cum in my mouth and then I am going to drink every drop of it. I crave your sweet juice and I hope you have a lot to give me.'
By then, I was in between his legs on hands and knees awaiting orders. 'Suck it baby,' he said, 'and it better be nasty.' I opened my mouth and tried to swallow his dick whole. Even though I had just gotten fucked like a ragdoll and was forced to jack off 2 men, this was the highlight of the evening. It was like finally getting to eat Tony's cum was my reward for all my hard work.
I played with his heavy balls while I sucked him off, caressing them and lifting them in my hand to feel their weight. My head was a blur on his sweet honey covered dick. I was oblivious to anything else; my focus was getting that juice. I could feel the head of his dick grow as I licked every inch of it with my hungry tongue. I was his slut, slave, freak, toy, whatever he wanted me to be; his wish was my command.
"At that point, I thought about Leo. What was he doing? It was then that I felt the most intense pleasure of the night. Leo had slipped in behind me and thrust his steel pole into my once again soaked pussy. I moaned loudly and sped up sucking on Tony's cock. I was a machine. A 10 inch dick in my mouth, a 12 inch dick in my pussy, I was in a threesome!
It was then that I thought of my man. Too bad I couldn't videotape this for him. It could be his Christmas present! What a hot thought, I know how good I would get fucked after he watched it. We would make love constantly. Ahhh. That's the difference. We would make love. But these men are fucking me!
"Thinking about getting fucked by two men made me start cumming all over Leo's 12 inches and me cumming made Leo start pounding me like a jack hammer. I was sucking Tony so good that I had actually gotten over half his cock down my throat. Not to mention I was covered with Carlo and Kenny's sperm and the smell was intoxicating me.
I was someone else by now, no longer just Zora the good girlfriend and loving mother and friend, but also a sex crazed cock freak with no inhibitions. I was loving the feeling; so light and free and alive. 'Oh baby...Ohhh baby...' I heard Tony shout. 'I'm going to cum baby. Keep sucking it just like that!' His words encouraged me and I sucked his dick like a porn star. Meanwhile, Leo was banging my pussy like he was mad at it.
"Leo came first; I felt him shoot deep inside me, his cum was so hot and he must have squirted a quart. It felt like he would never stop cumming. I heard him scream, 'Oh sweetheart, I'm cu...ummm...ing. Take this cum! Ohhhhhhhh...ohhhhhhhhh... Ohhhhhhh! His hot juice ran down my legs to my knees and pooled up on the carpet. I couldn't control myself and came once again. My body tightened up so hard it felt like I was squeezing all my pain and stress out of my pussy. I must have came for 3 minutes on Leo's rock hard dick.
I guess seeing all of this was too much for Tony, hearing me cum so hard made him release that juice from his balls into my mouth. First, I felt his balls start to jump in my hands, then his dick got super hard and the veins started to pop out all over. I didn't back off, I kept sucking that dick with gusto. Tony was moaning so loudly 'Ummm...ohhh!...this is the best blowjob I have ever had!' Then, all of a sudden, POW! I knew he was going to have a lot of juice, but I did not expect what I got.
The first load completely filled my mouth with cum, and I swallowed every drop. The second and third loads were nearly as healthy, causing my cheeks to puff out. I drank it all down. And I kept sucking, getting every drop from Tony's balls, for 5 minutes I kept sucking until his dick started to deflate and I kept sucking after that, squeezing his dick in my hand and sucking on the head like I was drinking a milkshake through a straw. I only stopped when Tony said, 'Enough! Please stop sucking my dick, I can't take it any more baby. You win!'
"I looked up just in time to see both Carlo and Kenny standing beside me jacking off. I laid my head on Tony's still huge dick, opened my mouth to catch my breath and just closed my eyes, listening to the nasty sounds of those two men stroking off. Soon, both men started to shoot their sizzling hot cum right in my mouth.
I had enough for one day, so I tried to close it, but Tony saw this and put his hand tightly around my throat and barked 'Open up!' I open wide and swallowed what had to be a champagne glass of cum. I was so full that I felt like I just ate a full course meal. Well, they say that eating semen has a lot of health benefits!
"I was exhausted. I laid on the bed and fell asleep dead to the world for an hour. I only woke up when I heard a loud knock at the door. The room was empty except for my stuff. I got up, put on a robe, and at the door was a hotel clerk.
"The gentleman that was in this room left this for you Ma'am."
"'He is no gentleman', I said under my breath. 'Thank you very much.' The clerk had a big smile on his face as I closed the door. What's wrong with him? As I turned around, I saw what he was cheesing about. There were cum stains all over the furniture and walls and carpet and bed; my stained panties were laying on the table and the room smelled like hot pussy and balls. I reached up to rub my cheek and felt dried cum all over my face. I ran to the mirror and saw that I was covered in dried up sperm. 'I wonder what that clerk was thinking? Not gonna worry about him; what is in this package from Tony?'
"As I opened it up, I was thinking a lot. 'I am so glad that is over. I will never meet anyone again in person from a dating site. I can't do anything about what happened here tonight, it's over, it's done. I just want to forget about that asshole and go on with my life. As a matter of fact, I should press charges.' It was then that I broke down crying, feeling ashamed for enjoying it all so much. Well at least I didn't get hurt, and I will never have to see any of those men again. At least, that's what I thought.
"The contents of the package changed all of that. There was a dvd, a letter, and a cell phone. I read the letter, it said, 'Zora, so nice to finally meet you today. I am glad you enjoyed my little surprise for you. You are the hottest little freak I have ever known. Looking forward to many more adventures with you.'
"'Yeah right, that will be a cold day in hell,' I thought. I read on, 'In case you are having second thoughts or anything like that, I have made a dvd of all of our sexy fun. Those bags all over the rooms contained cameras that were filming you from many different angles. You did some nasty things tonight with us baby, and unless you want this dvd to get leaked to your friends, family and co-workers, you will be available for my beck and call. I'm certain your fiancée would have a big interest in what happened here tonight. I don't want to be a home wrecker; go on with your life, get married, be in love. Just remember, we will always have a secret and your body will always be my playground. I left you a cell phone; it is my hotline to you. When I call, you better answer, and when I am ready for the next sex party, you better be ready.'
"I couldn't believe what I just read. I was in shock. 'What have I done? I am a sex slave. What can I do?' Right now, the best thing will be to just keep my mouth shut and hope he doesn't contact me."
Dick closed his ledger, adjusted his glasses, and began to speak to Zora.
"Sweetheart that was one of the most intense stories I have ever heard. I don't advocate secrets in relationships, so we are going to figure out some way for you to tell your man about this. It may take us some time, so I recommend that you come back next Saturday night, around 8, and I will give you 2 hours for the price of one. Ok?"
"Ok, you're the doctor. I don't want to lose this wonderful man that loves me very much. If you can help me tell him without losing him, I will be very thankful. I will be back on Saturday."
Zora got dressed and paid Dr Frezee for this session and left. She couldn't believe how much she opened up in there! She felt so much better for it. And soo hot! When she got home, she was going to break her man's back! As she was walking by Dick's window, she glanced at the curtain and noticed it was slightly open. She peeked in, and saw him jacking off on the same couch she had been laying on!
"Oh well. I can't blame him after hearing my story."
His dick was huge, and he only stroked it a few times before it started shooting a river of cum from the head. It shot high in the air and a huge load landed on a cell phone, the rest all over the couch. When Zora got to her car she got her keys out, checked her purse, and discovered she was missing something- her cell phone! |
19,645 | Zorro & the Senorita | alexzorro | NonConsent/Reluctance | 2001-12-22 | 2001-12-22 | 2022-01-01 15:52:02 | 1 | literotica.com | https://www.literotica.com/s/zorro-and-the-senorita | Neighbor pays back sexy friend at costume party. | ['Anal', 'Bdsm', 'Break Free', 'Costume Party', 'Feel Legs', 'Flat Tummy', 'Forced', 'Front Blouse', 'Moved Pussy', 'Nonconsent', 'Zorro & The Senorita'] | 4.17 | The business conference I was attending was winding down after three days of intense seminars and group meetings. Most of the companies in the Healthcare Industry were represented at the conference. The conference coordinator had scheduled a party for tonight and most everyone was looking forward to blowing off some steam as the conference winds down.
The party that was scheduled for tonight was a costume party. The conference had arranged for a costume company to provide costumes to us. Yesterday, I reserved my costume. I had selected a Zorro costume, consisting of a black hat and eye mask, black silk shirt, black leather pants and black cowboy boots. Completing the outfit was an actual sword. Once I put on the outfit I would be anonymous because of the eye mask.
By the time I arrived at the party it was already in full swing. There must have been a 1,000 people in full costume attending the party. The ballroom was decorated and the lighting dimmed as groups were scattered in and around the dance floor or the bars located in various parts of the ballroom. Off to the left was a short passageway leading to a balcony. The balcony was secluded and overlooked a formal garden with ponds, trees and beautiful flowers. The moon was full a cast a dim but distinct shadow.
I was impressed with everyone's costumes, especially the girls. I saw everything from the girls dressed as nurses, airline stewardesses, cheerleaders and even a dominatrix or two. I was hoping to meet and maybe even bed a woman tonight, as it had been such a long time since my last sexual encounter. You could say I was in a dry spell. Hopefully, my luck would change tonight, as it appeared that there were more women attending the party then men. Besides that some of the men weren't even in costume and who would the girls rather fuck, Zorro or some average Joe from Anywhere, USA.
As I moved through the crowd I noticed a beautiful redhead with her back to me. As she turned around I nearly fell over with surprise. It was Susie, a family friend from my neighborhood back home. She was wearing a Mexican senorita costume. The skirt was full and brightly colored, the white blouse was off her shoulders and the front of the blouse cut low, accentuating her full breasts. Her shoulders were freckled and her skin creamy white. She reminded me of a fresh young college girl. Susie is a stunning 34-year-old woman with a flat tummy, a tight ass and perky 34C breasts. In Susie's hair was a single red rose tucked into her styled hair. Her beauty captivated me.
As our eyes locked, I moved towards her. I was hoping by lowing my voice she would not be able to recognize me. Without breaking our gaze, I smiled and introduced myself as Zorro and asked her if she needed to be rescued. She replied that she didn't before I approached her, but she might need to be rescued now. Laughingly, I asked her if I could buy her a drink. After a couple of shots of tequila and some funny stories were shared about the conference, I reached for her hand and took her to the dance floor.
The band was jamming and the way Susie moved on the dance floor was driving me crazy. With her hips swaying and her bosom looking like they could fall out of her blouse at any second, I was longing to take her in my arms and feel her next to me. I was certain she did not recognize me. We stayed on the dance floor as the band began a slow song. Reaching for her, I took her in my arms and we began to move slowly to the beat of the music. Holding her, I felt her breath on my neck, her arms around my waist, her breasts pressed against my chest and her lower tummy lightly pressing against my groin. That's all it took, I felt the blood rush to my cock, strengthen it and causing it to grow into a rock hard erection. My hand slipping from her back, sliding lower over her hip and gently but firmly pulling her teardrop shaped bottom into my erection. She responded with a gasp and a tremor and pressed her pubic bone into me. Holding her tightly, we held onto each other. It was obvious to me that she could feel my hard on. I could feel the heat radiating from her body.
As we continued the slow sensual dance, I moved her effortlessly towards the balcony. I was desperate to kiss her, to taste her lips. Leaving the dance floor, she looked up at me and asked me where we were going. Without replying, I took her hand in mine, leading her to a darkened corner of the balcony. As we stopped, I felt her tense up. Turning toward her, our eyes locking, I took her in my arms and I lowered my lips to her lips and kissed her. Her hands were on my chest, not allowing me to feel her as our kiss became more passionate. As my arousal grew, my kisses growing more urgent, she gently tried to push me away. Breaking our kiss, she breathed that we couldn't do this; she didn't even know who I was. I told her of course she knows who I am. I am a man who wants you and you are a woman who wants me.
Susie tried to move away, but I grabbed her hands, raised them above her head, and kissed her with all the passion of a thousand lovers. Skillfully I backed her against the wall, my hand holding both of her hands above her head. Kissing her with a burning fever, I could feel the heat rising within her. With a sigh, I felt her surrender to my desire. Slipping the black silk sash from my waist, I fed one end of the sash through a lighting fixture on the stonewall of the darken balcony. Placing her hands together, I tied them securely to the fixture. Her eyes widened in surprise as she realized what was happening. She struggled to break free, her breasts rose and fell with her struggle and her breathing came in short little gasps. Perspiration beaded up in her cleavage as her neck became flushed with desire. She pleaded with me to let her go, but her eyes were on fire with lust. Moving my right hand to the back of her head, I wrapped my hand into her hair and pulled her to me, kissing her again. Again she tried to break free but the sash held her upraised arms firmly in place. Confusion and lust filled her eyes.
Enflamed with lustful cravings, I took one step backwards and placed both hands on the front of her blouse. With one quick pull, I ripped the front of her blouse open, tearing it open to her navel. Her breasts strained to be freed from the demi-cup red bra she wore. She tried to cry out, but I smothered her cry with a kiss full of hunger, a hunger that only she could satisfy. Reaching up I placed both of my hands on her breasts and massaged them through her bra. Her nipples pressed into the palms of my hands. I became more aroused as she struggled against me. Was she struggling or trying to excite me beyond the point of control?
Again I stepped back and reached into my pocket, pulling out a small camera. I took several pictures of her straining against the sash, her blouse torn open to her navel, her pink nipples, hard as cherrystones, clearly visible through the shear material of her red bra. I told her that I was doing to take her and that if she screamed and we were discovered, I would have these pictures developed and I would send them to her husband and neighbors. Tears welled up in her eyes as I removed my sword from its scabbard. Placing the tip of the shinny silver sword underneath the waistband of her skirt, I cut the material causing her skirt to fall off of her hips, falling in wraps around her ankles. My eyes traveled from her breasts, down past her flat tummy to her shear red panties covering her pussy. Clearly visible to me was her red bush and a dark wet spot on her panties where her legs joined together. Encouraged by this discovery, I smiled at her as she lowered her tear stained eyes, embarrassed that her desire was so openly displayed to me.
Standing before her, I brought the sword up to her deep cleavage. Caressing her breasts with the sword, I played with her. Telling her to stand very still, I inserted the tip of the sword under her bra and sweeping it up it cut through her bra, releasing her tits to me. Her tits were large, round and full, beautifully shaped, and capped with little pink nipples. Coming to her and placing my hands on her tits, I felt her nipples harden again under my touch. Bending down I took one nipple in my mouth and sucked, as I pulled and massaged her other tit with my hand. I had seen Susie many times at the pool and often wondered what her tits really looked like. Now I knew. I caressed, pinched and played with her tits for a good ten minutes. Sometimes I pulled them really hard, stretching them. Other times I pushed them together so I could suck both nipples at the same time. I even told Susie that if she was "a really good girl" I would tit fuck her until my cum exploded all over her breasts. She moaned and wiggled her hips against me as I spoke to her.
I reached up and loosened one of the knots holding her arms over her head. Placing my hands on her shoulders, I firmly guided her to her knees. Once on her knees, I secured the knot again. I told Susie that she was going to suck me and she had better make me cum in her mouth or I was going to have to fuck her for my pleasure. Looking up at me from her knees, I told her I would take my pleasure either in her pussy or her ass, depending on how good she was with her sweet little mouth and tongue. Susie started to protest but I quickly silenced her as I roughly grabbed her hair and forced my cock into her mouth saying, "suck my dick and shut up bitch!" As I entered her wet mouth, I could feel her tongue play with my dick. Her mouth felt so good on my cock I thought I would cum right away. Susie fucked my shaft with her mouth, sometimes moving slowly and sometimes rapidly bobbing her head up and down on my cock. I told her to relax her throat and take my big dick down her throat. She shook her head no and I grabbed her head, forcing my cock down her throat until she gagged on the length of my cock. Holding her head in place, my cock down her throat, I felt the pressure of my cum building in my balls. I knew I wouldn't last much longer. I wanted to fuck her sweet little pussy so I pulled my dick from her mouth. All shiny and wet from her salvia, I rubbed my dick all over her face as she looked into my eyes with a wanton slut look.
Untying Susie, I told her to remain on her knees and positioned her hands behind her back. I quickly tied her hands. She whimpered, "Please don't fuck me. You promised that if I gave you a good blowjob you wouldn't fuck me. I know you were close to cumming in my mouth. I could feel your cock growing larger and throbbing with your climax. Please let me finish you with my mouth."
I responded by raising Susie's little pantied ass up in the air and forcing her face down against the cold tiles of the balcony. Reaching down I ripped her panties right off of her upturned ass. Kneeing behind her, I told her to turn her head around and look at me. I told her that I was going to remove my eye mask and I wanted her to know who was going to fuck her. I needed her to know that it was my cock that she would feel between her legs, entering her, reaching into the depths of her sex. As I removed my mask, her eyes flew open and she tried to scramble away, as she recognized me. She cried out "Oh my God, no Alex, please don't fuck me." As she was saying this, I was grinding my cock between the crack of her ass.
Looking down on her ass, I could see her moist pussy, her pussy hair glistening with dew, her lips open and ready for me. I took my cock in my hand and placed the thick swollen head against the wet opening of her sex. "I know you want this, I can see how wet and swollen your pussy is," I said. My cock slipped into her red haired pussy from behind. Her pussy was hot and wet and oh so tight as I pushed more of my engorged dick inside her. Groaning and spreading her legs further apart she accepted my shaft into her being. Inch by inch, I entered her until I could feel my balls, heavy with cum, resting against her clit. Finally, she submitted to me with a moan and a lowering of her head to the floor. Slowly, in and out, my cock moved in her pussy. Gradually her sex opened up to accept the girth of my cock. Groans from deep within her punctuated the air as I stroked her pussy from behind. Her moans grew louder as my cock moved in her pussy, bathing my hard cock with her pussy juice. Her juices ran out of her and down her spread legs, coating my balls. Faster and faster I fucked her, my balls slapping against her clit.
Suddenly I pulled out, leaving her pussy empty and open. I pushed a finger into her juicy pussy, coating it with her wetness and then removed it. I knew where I wanted to put it. Susie's bottom was raised up in the air, her shoulders and face flat against the cool tile. I wanted her there. In that place that is very special. Placing my hands on the cheeks of her ass, I spread her open. Her asshole looked so tiny, so inviting. I had to have her there. I knew I would have trouble putting the thick head of my cock in that tiny little hole. Just the thought of fucking her ass caused my cock to grow even longer and thicker. I placed my wetted finger against her asshole, lubricating her rosebud with her own juices from her pussy. "I'm going to fuck your ass now Susie. You have teased me for three years. You have pressed your breasts into me for the last time without a consequence. You have flirted with me at the pool, teased me at neighborhood parties and now you are going to pay for it. Your days of not coming through are over. I am going to fuck your ass good and when I am ready, I am going to squirt all my come deep in your ass," I growled. With that I grabbed her hair and placed the thick purple head of my engorged cock against her asshole and began to push it in. Twisting and turning she tried to escape her ass fucking. "Be still you little bitch!" I commanded her. She cried out "No Alex, please don't. Nobody has ever done this to me! I'll do anything but this. Please don't fuck me in the ass. I'll do anything else, anything else you want to do. Please don't hurt me."
"Shut up and relax . I am going to fuck your virgin ass. Now you can either relax and enjoy this or you can stay tense and it will hurt. Either way, your ass will get fucked." With that, I slapped her ass with my open hand and pushed the head of my dick into Susie's ass.
"Ugh, No, Alex, No, Ugh" she cried out as my dick pushed in farther. "Please stop for a second, it is too damn big, it hurts," she sighed "let me get used to it. Easy baby, easy."
"That's a good girl, now breathe honey, relax and breathe," I said. She responded by relaxing her ass, allowing me to plunge deeper into her. I pushed again and again until I felt her ass open up to my assault and my balls pressed against her wet pussy. Her teardrop ass felt so good as I pumped slowly in and out of her. On her knees, hands tied behind her back, I fucked her ass. Faster and faster I pumped. "Move your ass against me. Move it in little circles, you horny little slut," I told her. Her breathing was coming in short quick gasps now. I could feel her legs beginning to tremble and saw goose bumps appear all over her body. I could feel her orgasm beginning to consume her.
"Fuck me, Alex, fuck my ass, make me cum," she moaned in pleasure. Reaching beneath her, fondling her pussy and finding her stiff exposed clit, I rubbed it in tiny little circles. The combination of my fingers on her clit, my cock stretching her virgin ass and her submitting to me, created a fire in her center that she had never experience before. Faster and deeper I fucked her as her orgasm overtook her body. "Alex I'm coming, don't stop, deeper, deeper, don't stop fucking me Alex" she cried out. From deep within her she came, sending her body into ecstasy. Like a wave building and tumbling through her body, she released the passion that had been building up all evening. Juices squirted out of her pussy as she contracted her ass muscles around my cock.
Feeling her cum, her ass milking my cock sent me over the edge too. I could feel the cum in my balls release, blasting their way through my dick into her ass. Deeply I stroked my cock into her, grinding my balls against her sweet wet pussy. Jet after jet of my milky white cum filled her ass, overfilling her.
Collapsing on top of her, overcome with pleasure, I gently kissed the nape of her neck. Kissing and licking the sweat from her neck I whispered into her ear "Thank you Susie. You are such a wonderful lover, so giving and so pleasing. I have to see you again, my dear sweet Susie." With tenderness I untied Susie, laid her down and took her into my arms, cuddling her with true affection. Stroking her face and hair, our eye locked and we looked into each other's souls. Still holding my gaze, she lightly kissed my lips and replied, "Yes Alex, I would love to see you again." |
19,646 | Zynab's Skirt | fronker | NonConsent/Reluctance | 2006-08-27 | 2006-08-27 | 2022-01-01 15:52:03 | 1 | literotica.com | https://www.literotica.com/s/zynabs-skirt | Zynab dominates the newly purchased slave-girl. | ['Domination', 'Humiliation', 'Lesbian', 'Lezdom', 'Lick', 'Prostitute', 'Slave', 'Submission', 'Whore', 'Worship'] | 4.2 | The blonde sitting over there at the desk - that's Vanessa.
She looks fabulous for her thirty-two years. Hourglass figure, curves in all the right places. Well turned out in her heeled ankle boots and tight black pants. There's something about her that tells you she's in charge here. Perhaps it's the way she wears her hair: Tied back as it is in that immaculate, high-knot pony-tail.
This is her office. She runs things here. She's got over fifty girls on her books, most of them eastern-European and Russian. They probably expected to get chambermaid or waitress work. Perhaps they still think they might, one day.
Right now though, they work for Vanessa. They're her girls. Her whores.
Vanessa's supplier, Stenson, is the shabbily dressed, unshaven guy sitting opposite her across the desk.
"Well," Stenson raises his brow expectantly. "What do you think?"
"Very nice," Vanessa nods. "She's pretty."
They're looking at Francesca.
Francesca is indeed pretty. And young. Too young to be here. Cropped blondish hair. Hazel-brown, blinking eyes. She's shivering. Frightened? Looks tired. Distraught. It's been a long trip.
"Do you speak English, Francesca?" Vanessa asks.
"Yes, a little."
"You understand where you are and what is happening, don't you?"
Was that a sob? Is Francesca crying?
"You're to work for me until you've paid off your transport, fees and documentation costs. You understand that, don't you?"
Francesca nods. Definitely trying to hold back tears.
"Good girl."
Vanessa likes calling them "girls". Her girls. It makes her feel important. Powerful. Sexy.
"Take off your clothes, Francesca. I want to look at you."
Francesca doesn't look up. She understands. She knows why she's here. It's only until she can pay them for bringing her here. She had to come, didn't she? To find a better life. To try to be someone. Don't look. Just undress. Easy.
"Come on, girl."
Francesca crosses one arm over the other, pulls her frock up over her head, sets it to one side, and stands before them in her underwear.
"Everything. Hurry up."
Francesca unclips her bra and reveals to them her medium breasts with their thick light-brown nipples. She slides her panties down her legs and steps out of them. She's in good shape. The nub of her clitoris is visible. Did she shave her pussy because she knew she would end up here?
"Beautiful," Vanessa sighs.
Francesca doesn't look up.
"Turn around."
Francesca turns obediently. Tight little bottom. She's going to be popular. Stenson will want extra for her.
"She's young. How old are you, Francesca?"
"Eighteen."
"Eighteen?"
Francesca nods. She might be eighteen. She might not be. She definitely looks young. Too young. She should at home with her family in her village in Romania. This is no place for a girl her age.
"She's not a virgin is she?" Can't afford a virgin.
Stenson shakes his head. He knows she's not a virgin. He knows that because he raped her twice on the way here. And Gatsby had a go too. Definitely not a virgin.
"Bend over, girl."
Can't see Francesca's face, but she can't be enjoying this. Displaying her pussy-lips to them from behind. But that's why she's here, isn't it? That's her ware. It's what Vanessa is buying.
Vanessa gets up, struts confidently over to Francesca's rear, places a palm on one of the girl's bare buttocks, and gives it a good feel. Firm. Tender.
"I like her," Vanessa makes up her mind. "But I want her cheap."
"Three thousand," Stenson says. "For this quality, that is cheap."
Good. Not unaffordable.
"I'm going to have to train her up," Vanessa shakes her head. "I'll give you two thousand for her."
Francesca still bent over before them. So this is what it feels like to be sold into sexual slavery. To be sold to an English woman. For a couple of thousand pounds. More money than can be imagined back in her village. So cold. So naked. So exposed. Have they finished looking at her pussy? Can she straighten up? Can she put her clothes back on?
"Two-and-a-half. Agreed." Vanessa shakes Stenson's outstretched hand.
"A pleasure doing business with you, as always," Stenson beams at her. Another deal done. Another whore sold. Easy money. And he'll be back. With another girl. Around the end of the month. Una Latina de Bolivia, perhaps, next time. Adios. He doesn't even glance at Francesca as he exits Vanessa's office, whistling.
Vanessa sits back at her desk and taps her keyboard. The minutes go by. Francesca shivers. Her pussy still on show from the rear. This is humiliating. Cruel. Absurd. Can she straighten up now?
"Don't move girl."
Why isn't she allowed to move? Was this how prostitutes were supposed to behave? She hadn't imagined it would be anything like this. Were all the girls that come here treated like this? Are they all raped by their traffickers? Are they all inspected and sold like meat?
"Listen, girl. If you behave yourself and do what you're told, we'll get along."
Vanessa has said the same thing to more than one hundred girls. It comes effortlessly to her now, but it wasn't always this easy. She used to feel the guilt and the shame. She used to want to stop and get out and not be involved. But over time she's learned to be at peace with herself. She knows what she's doing isn't right. She knows she's as much to blame for forcing these girls into prostitution as anyone. But she also knows that if she didn't do it, then they would only be sold to someone else, and that that could be a thousand times worse. No. At least if they were with her, she could make it tolerable for them. Her girls are the lucky ones. She knows they are lucky because she has seen what goes on elsewhere. She has seen girls beaten to within inches of their lives. She's seen them branded. She's seen them dog-fested.
No, Vanessa doesn't treat her girls like that. She's helping them. Sure, she can be cruel. But it's cruel-to-be-kind. That's fair, isn't it? Don't the girls almost always end up thanking her, despite themselves?
"You may turn and face me."
Francesca straightens up, relieved. As she turns she catches Vanessa's gaze. She looks down hurriedly, unsure of herself. And ashamed. She knew it would be like this, didn't she? But she still came anyway, didn't she?
"I'm tough, but fair. I know how hard it is for you girls coming over here. I want to help you, but I can only help you if you help me. We'll work out a plan to get your debt paid off. I won't cheat or mislead you. Just work hard for me and obey me. If you can manage that, your stay here will pass smoothly, painlessly and quickly. Do you understand, girl?"
Francesca sniffs and nods. She understands. She doesn't have any choice but to understand. Maybe they really will help her. Maybe.
"Do you know how to curtsey, girl?"
Francesca nibbles her lower lip.
"Where you'll be working, you need to learn to curtsey. Curtsey for me now, girl."
A small, shy curtsey. That will do. For now.
"Every time you speak to me, you will curtsey first – and that includes nodding to say yes. Understood?"
Francesca nods. Then curtsies.
Wrong way round. But that will do too. For now.
"Since I have just bought you, I am now your owner. You will address me as 'mistress'."
Francesca stares at the floor. Owned? She belongs to someone else?
"As far as I am concerned, you are my slave. My property. You will remain my property until you worked enough to buy yourself back from me."
How does Francesca feel, now that she knows she is someone else's property? A possession. A thing. A nothing.
"Please..." Francesca starts.
"What is it?"
"The man..." She manages between sobs. "He forced me..."
"I'm not interested," Vanessa shrugs. "If you were raped, it was because you deserved it."
That's harsh, she knows. But it's the only way. She's gone the sympathetic route in the past and it's ended up getting messy. Experience has taught her that the only way these girls will survive their ordeal with their psyche intact is never to pander to their doubts and uncertainties, however understandable they might be. Better instead to make them see from the outset that they cannot control it. If they realise they cannot control it, then they won't feel responsible for it. If they are not responsible for it, then they can endure it.
"So, girl. Let's see if you've understood. Who owns you?"
Francesca performs a small curtsey and squeaks inaudibly.
"Speak up girl."
"You, mistress."
"Say it. Say 'you own me, mistress' and curtsey while you say it."
"You own me, mistress."
Delightful. She's half-way there already. Such a sweet, submissive girl. Cute little curtsies. Need to work on her posture, though.
Who's that?
Oh, it's Zynab. Look how she slides saucily round the half-ajar office door. Such a tease.
Zynab is Vanessa's assistant. She's twenty-three. British, but of Pakistani descent. Stunning short skirt. High-heeled sandals. Sexy floral-print blouse. Long, loose, dark hair. Full, pouting, fuck-me lips. Painted red.
"Oh my," Zynab puts a finger to the corner of her mouth and grins mischievously. "Sorry to interrupt. Is that the new girl?"
Vanessa doesn't answer. Of course it's the new girl. What does Zynab want? Busy.
"Very nice..." Zynab's eyes shine naughtily. "May I?"
Impossible to say no to Zynab. Not in that skirt. Even if she is interrupting.
"Of course. Go ahead."
Zynab sidles up to Francesca and for a moment they return each other's gaze. Mistake. How dare Francesca look her superior in the eye? Disrespectful little white slave-bitch. Slaves look down. At their owner's feet. That's how it works.
"Don't look at me, whore!"
Vanessa bristles with pleasure. She adores watching Zynab reprimand the girls. Because she has a certain way about her, something which Vanessa has always envied. She has the courage to be cruel where most would hold back. And for someone so young, she's not afraid to demonstrate her wicked talents openly. Almost as if it is the audience – in this instance Vanessa - that drives her.
"Sorry..." Francesca bleats.
Zynab glares at the pussy-maid-to-be (because that's the vacancy they've purchased her for) and dares her – double dares her - to look up again.
"Look at my feet, whore."
Wonderful feet. Incredible bottom too, from Vanessa's vantage point. Who wouldn't but admire Zynab's buttocks tucked up snugly in that cute little skirt of hers. The skirt that Vanessa insists she wears. The skirt that Zynab resisted for so long - because in her culture "women don't dress like whores." But Vanessa is the boss. And this is her culture. Her assistant will dress as she pleases. Wear the skirt, or be replaced. Simple.
"My feet own you." Zynab grips Francesca's chin between her thumb and forefinger and tilts her head forwards. Then she turns to Vanessa and raises a questioning eyebrow.
Vanessa smiles. Zynab deserves a treat. She's a good assistant. Look at her hips in that skirt. She's an Indian Goddess. Would love to have her for a slave. To have her standing submissively, head bowed, displaying her rich, smooth brown flesh, her bare breasts... To have her curtseying and saying 'mistress' and kneeling and bowing. That's the trouble with being accustomed to having submissive, naked girls at your constant beck and call. You can't help but imagine having every woman you meet in your service.
"Sorry..." Francesca is in tears. The poor girl. She's been forced into this. She's an illegal in this country. She has no friends here. No relatives to turn to. She has to get some money from somewhere. She has to.
"Kneel, whore."
Vanessa feels her arousal growing. What is it about Zynab that makes her so horny? What if Zynab were to command *her* to kneel? Would she kneel? How must that feel? Her sheer beauty is enough to make you want to submit to her, isn't it?
Francesca kneels, visibly afraid. She's probably never had her tongue inside another woman's vagina. She's about to find out. Poor little thing. Naked. Miles from home. Just been told she's owned. That she's a slave. Raped by Stenson and his cronies. And now kneeling at Zynab's feet. Still looking at them obediently.
They're gorgeous feet. Perfect high-heeled sandals. Perfect coffee-brown skin.
"Kiss my feet."
Francesca contemplates Zynab's toes. She doesn't have any choice. She's not legal. She doesn't know anyone. She's their whore. Their slave.
"What are you snivelling for? You want to pay off your debt, don't you? Kiss my feet. NOW."
Francesca bows humbly and presses her lips to the bridge of Zynab's left foot. Smell her flesh. Taste it. It was never meant to be like this. It was meant to be easy. Go to the UK. Work in the sex industry for a while. Make money quickly.
Vanessa, still seated at her desk, squirms with pleasure. This is why she puts up with the occasional prickles of conscience. Nothing trumps this. Nothing. One submissive sex-slave being dominated by one beautiful and willing assistant. Wearing the skirt she said she would never wear.
"Use your tongue. Lick my toes."
Poor Francesca. It's not her fault. She knew she would have to do some things she wouldn't want to do. That was the nature of the work, wasn't it? And she had even heard about the English and their perversions and their bizarre fetishes. But she never thought it would be like this. Like this! God. Not like this.
"Say sorry," Zynab smirks down at her.
"Sorry..." Francesca sobs, repeatedly kissing the tops of Zynab's toes.
"I am your mistress. You will call me mistress. Apologise again. Kiss my feet and keep apologising."
"Sorry mistress." Kiss. "Sorry mistress". Kiss. "Sorry mistress". Kiss.
It won't be forever, will it? Kiss her feet. Accept inferiority. It's just the way things are. Life is not always fair. Maybe she *had* been a little disrespectful? Look at Zynab's ankles. And she has amazing legs, doesn't she? No-one has long, smooth, brown legs like that back in Romania.
"Sorry mistress". Kiss. "Sorry mistress". Kiss.
Vanessa leans back in her chair and slips a hand past her belt-line into the front of her pants. Already moist. Watching Zynab makes her so horny. So incredibly horny.
"Sorry mistress". Kiss. "Sorry mistress". Kiss.
"Shut up and lick my toes."
Francesca's tongue waggles slavishly across Zynab's toes. She's good. Has she done this before? Does she have any idea how arousing her submissiveness is?
Vanessa locates her own clitoris and turns the tip of her forefinger around it. Her power makes her want to come. All these girls. These slaves. And Zynab. In her skirt. And Stenson raping Zynab. Probably raped her bum. Probably came in her face and made her suck him clean.
"Suck my foot, whore. I want to fuck your face with my foot."
Francesca, by her failure to resist, is humiliating herself. But she won't stop. They never do. She knows she is owned now. She knows she has to accept it. No choice.
"Today you're my foot slave." Zynab pushes the end of her sandal roughly into Francesca's distorted mouth. "Tomorrow you will be my pussy-maid."
Vanessa pants with excitement, captivated by Zynab's performance. Both hands at her own sex now. Tending the flames. Knowing the only way to put out the fire is to let it burn.
"Look at my panties, whore." Zynab pulls up the front of her skirt a little way, displaying the most astonishingly beautiful sight that poor little Francesca has ever seen. Vanessa can't see it from where she's sitting, but she knows that sight. She's seen it more than a few times. In a way, she *can* see it. Because it's all she ever sees when she looks at Zynab. In that skirt.
Perfect thighs surrounding a perfect little pussy. Covered by perfect panties. Soft, white, delicate, hand-tailored silk. They were a gift. From Vanessa. Just for Zynab. Vanessa had been there when the dressing-maids had measured her up. Zynab had been a doll that day. A living doll. She had argued and protested against dressing the way Vanessa wanted her to. But in the end, when she saw how much Vanessa was prepared to spend on her, she relented. And she remained so quiet, so passive while they measured and re-measured her sex. The distance between her anus and her sex. The width of her anus when bending over.
"My panties are worth more than you, whore," Zynab brags. "Kiss them. They own you."
Francesca, wet faced, nods her submission. Anyone entering the room right at that moment would surely be of the impression she was veritably salivating at the prospect of kissing Zynab's panties.
Vanessa fidgets in her seat and sighs with pleasure. Imagine kissing Zynab's perfect pussy through the material of her panties at her crotch. No. Don't imagine that. Only the slaves do that. It's how they know their place. Don't even think about it. But imagine it though. How can one look at Zynab and not imagine it? Imagine being Francesca. If she hadn't just been sold into sexual slavery, she might even be enjoying herself. Better than being raped, wasn't it? Better than being branded. Or dog-fested.
"You're my slave."
Francesca pecks submissively at Zynab's crotch. This is how slaves worship their owners. This is how they show respect. How they demonstrate their humility and devotion.
"You hear me, slut? You're my slave."
Vanessa loves hearing Zynab say that. She needs Zynab to say it again. She needs to hear it. Hearing it excites her more even than the prospect of a stiff thrust of cock between her legs. Imagine Zynab telling you that: That you are her slave. That she owns you. No. Stop thinking that. No need to think that. That's not how it is.
"My panties are worth more than you. Think about that as you kiss them."
Why doesn't Francesca refuse? Why doesn't she resist? Is she really going to make it that easy for Zynab? Why do they always make it so easy for her?
"Sniff me, whore."
Vanessa imagines that smell. The divine fragrance of Zynab's sodden, swollen sex. What she would give to make Zynab one of her girls and to own that pussy. As she had sat and watched her the day they measured her for the panties, hadn't it felt then - even if only momentarily - that she *did* own her? But how to own her always? How to make a pet-slave of her? God. What would Zynab say if she knew how much she secretly lusted after her? Perhaps she does know. Maybe she wants it. Maybe she wants to be owned. Maybe that's why she submitted to wearing the skirt? Impossible to sit still now. So aroused. Love watching slave-whores worship Zynab's pussy. Need to come. Need to desperately.
Look at the new girl running her tongue over Zynab's panties at her snatch. Lucky girl. She can do that and feel no shame because she's nothing more than a slave-whore. Lucky bitch. Probably doesn't know just how lucky she is. Impossible for Vanessa ever to do that. Not now. To sink that low would be unthinkable. No, not unthinkable. Not realisable. She could still think it if she wanted to, couldn't she?
"Lick my pussy, whore." Zynab grabs a clump of Francesca's hair at her crown and steers her face into her groin. Then with her free hand she pulls her panties aside, revealing her glistening sex.
"Taste me. Taste your new owner."
It doesn't matter that Francesca has never done this before. It doesn't matter that she's not bisexual. Here, all girls are bisexual. It is a requirement. If it does not come naturally, then it will be learned. Or acquired.
Francesca will be doing a lot more of it, too. Zynab will have her line up with the other girls and they'll take it in turns lapping at her expensive panties and kissing her feet and thanking her for owning them. That's what Zynab does best. That's what gets her off. How fortunate for Vanessa, because that's what gets her off, too. It's getting her off even now, as she massages her clitoris and wriggles in her seat.
"More. Eat me faster," Zynab snaps. Watch her pouting, red lips. She's the devil. She's perfect evil.
Francesca's flicks her tongue frantically at Zynab's insides. This is what life here will be like. This is the taste and the smell that will linger and serve as a constant reminder of who she is and what she has become. Every time Zynab passes, she will recall the sensation and remember that she is to bow her head and spread her legs, simply because she is worth less than the strip of material covering her mistress' sex.
Vanessa needs to slow down. Take deep breaths. No rush. Zynab isn't through yet. Enjoy the show. Let it consume you. What a good deal she's done. Francesca is submissive by nature. Not going to require much training. Think of the money to be made... May even treat Zynab to another skirt.
In place of tears, Francesca's cheeks drip now with the juices of her new mistress. Gagging at Zynab's sex. Gasping for air. And look at the expression on Zynab's face. Imperious. Smug. Delighted with herself.
Francesca's head is wrenched back with a violent tug on her hair. Did she do something wrong? Wasn't she licking her mistress fast enough? Not deep enough? Not obediently enough?
Zynab grips one of Francesca's nipples in her fingers and twists it roughly in her fingers, causing her to wince.
"Shut up." Zynab slaps the same breast, then swings across the other with the back of her palm. Yelping like a startled puppy, Francesca cowers as far as Zynab's grip on her hair permits.
Vanessa runs a hand over one of her own breasts and circles her nipples with the tips of her fingers. Electricity. Go on Zynab. Slap them again. Have them. Own them.
"Your breasts are mine." Zynab barks at a red-faced and trembling Francesca. "Offer them to me."
Francesca doesn't move. Offer them? How?
"Offer them to me NOW, whore."
Francesca just wants it all to end. Hasn't she been humiliated enough? Improvising uncertainly, she cups a hand under each of her breasts, raises them up slightly and opens her palms towards Zynab. Presenting her breasts to her mistress. Is she doing it right? Is this what her mistress wants?
Zynab slaps each breast twice. Francesca turns her head and grits her teeth. It hurts. Not too much, but enough. Does she really have to offer another woman her breasts? Does she have to put up with this?
Vanessa twists her own nipples in her fingers. She owns them all. All those girls with their slappable, kissable, suckable titties...
"That's better." Zynab gives Francesca another couple of slaps. "I own them, and I want them hard."
Francesca continues to offer up her hardened nipples. She wants to protect them, but she's afraid to. Are they no longer hers to protect?
"Now offer me your pussy."
What? How?
Just do something. Anything.
Still kneeling, Francesca parts her thighs slightly, reaches down and crudely pulls her pussy-lips aside.
"I can't see it there, whore." Zynab barks. "Lie on your back, raise you knees, and spread your legs."
Switch off. Don't think about it. It'll be alright. They'll look after her and help her pay her debts, won't they?
She lies back, raises her knees, spreads them as widely as she can and prises her pussy open with her fingers. Pink. Young. Fresh.
"Look at that, Vanessa." Zynab prods Francesca's sex with the end of her foot.
Vanessa grunts her approval. Fresh, young, wet pussy. Could she display herself to Zynab like that? How must that feel? How low are these whores? How worthless that they give their young pussies to be bought and sold like discounted meat?
"You know how much these shoes cost, whore?" Zynab swings an ankle over Zynab's face. "More than you. A lot more than you. Fuck yourself on my foot."
Francesca wriggles. Is every item of clothing her mistress is wearing worth more than she is?
"Every time a client fucks this pussy, you'll remember my shoes own it."
Francesca hates herself. She hates herself because she is pushing her clitoris into the sole of her mistress' sandals. She hates herself because she's rubbing herself against it and becoming aroused. She hates herself because she's unable to suppress her whining and her panting and her moaning. Are her mistress' shoes really worth more than she is? Do her mistress' shoes really own her pussy? Is that why she is giving her pussy so readily to their service? Is it still hers to give?
"There's a good little whore. Shine the soles of my shoes with your cunt juice."
Vanessa is close. She always comes after buying a new whore. Today will be no exception. She's a prisoner of her own prestige. A slave to her own seduction. She owns flesh. Their flesh. All her girls. They belong to her. Even Zynab, in a way, belongs to her. God. If only she did.
Francesca is close too. She knows she shouldn't be. She surely must know that she shouldn't be. This can't happen. Not to her. Not like this. It was never like this in Romania. She squirms and bucks and pants and moans. Her orgasm is ripe to explode within her. Raped. Sold. Humiliated. Foot fucked. And yet she's going to come... What does that say about her? What does that say about her response to being sold as a sex-slave? What would her friends say if they could see her now? What would her family say?
"Come then, you selfish whore," Zynab snaps at her.
And so Francesca comes. Clasping Zynab's foot to her sex. Hugging it there and quivering on it. Her face contorts with lust, pity, pleasure, anguish, ecstasy, sorrow. Now whimpering like a cub. And more tears.
Vanessa comes too. Can't hold back. She thrusts her pelvis up and down on her own fingers, tenses and arches her back. Try to hear the silent scream of a woman in the throes of dark lust. Heaven. Nothing tops it. Imagine Zynab's lips on yours. Imagine her fingers fondling your hair. Must stop thinking that. It's dangerous.
"Eat me again," Zynab snaps at Francesca. "Give me your selfish little whore face."
Francesca is up on her knees in an instant. Too obedient. Too submissive. How can she accept this?
Vanessa rides her aftershocks as they ripple through her. God. Great orgasm. Going to have to fuck Zynab soon. Can't resist her much longer. Either that or else replace her so as not to have to look at her and suffer. Maybe make her wear an even shorter, tarty skirt. Yes. That'll be fun. Push her to her limits. See how badly she wants to keep this job. Replace her if she refuses.
Zynab climaxes violently in Francesca's face.
When she's through, she'll call Francesca a whore and slap her cheeks. She'll have her lick her own whore-juice off her feet. She'll have her say "Thank you mistress" over and over again until it starts to sound like she means it.
Wait for that, then mention the skirt. |
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