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Chapter 1



It was all I could do to not laugh when he I met him. I had been dreading his visit for days. He arrived right on schedule at 9 am on February the 1st, but he wasn’t anything like I expected. He was an odd man with an odd name. The home office didn’t tell me anything about him. I got a one-line memo that he would arrive on the first and nothing more.



I thought about asking some of the other branch directors I knew. We were a close-knit group. I had built a solid network of friends. I could count on them if I needed help with a project or a heads up if trouble was brewing. Neither was an issue at the moment. My staff was doing good, quality work. We’d made the company a lot of money so I wasn’t worried about that. We were busy but it wasn’t more than we could handle and things had gotten a bit routine lately.



That was even more true for my personal life. Over time, I’d focused more and more time and attention on work and less on enjoying myself. I had gotten into a routine. I was young and successful. I had plenty of time for fun later. At that moment, I needed to focus on the work at hand and that was making Monsieur Roma Dipuc happy. It thought that might be tough before I met him. When he waltzed in, I didn’t now what to do. He had a cordial and friendly air about him. But and attitude like that could be a facade used to throw me off my game. I’d met a few home office guys who used friendship to make me drop my guard before. Dipuc didn’t seem the type but he wasn’t at all what I expected.



He was incredibly short, very pale, and chubby. His hair was a mass of blonde curls that fell loosely around his face. He had big round eyes that had a child-like innocence and curiosity to them and he was carrying a little gold briefcase. It looked like one of those man purses with his name monogrammed on it. My gaze fell to the fanciful script of the embroidery on the case and thought it was a strange affectation for a corporate type. Then again, he didn’t fit the mold of a corporate guy at all; no dark suit and power tie for him. He wore all white – white suit, white shirt, white tie, and white shoes. In that outfit, he looked like a tiny ice-cream man. Was this supposed to be the scary guy sent by the Paris office to check us out and fix things? I couldn’t believe it. His card said he was the Employee Assessment and Satisfaction Assurance Officer. I’d never heard of the job before. I thought he might be a mix of efficiency expert and quality control officer. I didn’t know for sure and I wasn’t going to rock the boat to find out. With a job title like that, I expected someone intimidating but he looked like a cartoon character. I didn’t laugh, but it was tough not to.



I stepped up and offered my hand saying, “Bonjour, Monsieur Dipuc. Comment allez-vous? Je m’appelle Nicholas Foxx.” translation: {Hello Mr. Dipuc. How are you? My name is Nicholas Foxx.}



His face lit up in a huge smile as he responded, “Bonjour, Monsieur Foxx. Je suis bein. Parlez-vous francais?” {Hello, Mr. Foxx. I’m fine. You speak French?}



“Je parlez un peu. Parlez-vous anglais?” {A little. Do you speak English?}



“Oui, oui. I speak English, Monsieur, but it is nice to be greeted in my native tongue. Do you have a place for me to work while I’m here?” he asked.



“Oui, Monsieur. But first let me introduce you to the staff…”



“No need, no need for that.” Pulling me close, he told me, “I’m here to work with you.”



I hadn’t been worried about my job until then. The prospect of being unemployed hit me like a ton of bricks. I quickly ushered him into the conference room and closed the door behind us. My heart was pounding as he hung his jacket on the back of a chair and set his briefcase on the long table. When he saw me standing at the door, he quickly shuffled over and laid his hand on my chest. With his hand on chest, he said, “Don’t be alarmed, Monsieur Foxx. You have nothing to fear from me. Your job is not in peril. I am here to help you find someone who will give you the greatest satisfaction.”



“I don’t understand.”



He sat down and asked me, “You are logging more and more hours at the office, no? You have performed well but you are too busy to enjoy life. You need an assistant. You need more personal time. Are you satisfied with your life? I think not. To remedy this is my task. I will help you find satisfaction.”



“Okay, but what about the rest of the staff?” I asked.



“I can help any who feel they need me, but I am here for you,” he said with a smile. “So, we start now.”



“What should I do?”



“Nothing. You go to your office and I take care of everything,” He ushered me out and shut the door behind me.



Over a dozen women went in and out of the conference room each day. I got a note from human resources that a new position was open but they left the interviews to Dipuc. He was at it all day. He rarely came out and spoke to the office staff and never made a single phone call. Still, there was a steady parade of applicants. They were all women; beautiful, desirable women. I didn’t know quite what was going on but as long as I wasn’t losing my job, I didn’t care. I was curious. The parade of applicants came in all week. After a while, I got too bust to pay attention to them.



Chapter 2



On the eighth, Dipuc called me in to meet a woman at the end of the day. I thought the meeting was her second interview. She was a voluptuous little blonde with an infectious smile. Her name was Juliet. After we spoke, he suggested I take her out for a drink and get to know her. She told me she was ready and willing to do anything for her boss. I’m a laid back guy and someone with her aggressive attitude might be just what I needed.



Before the night was over, she had flashed her tits twice and grabbed my crotch three times. She was aggressive all right – too aggressive for me. She was the kind of girl you want if you don’t want to make an effort to get laid. But she could be a problem in the office. I don’t like that kind of overt sexual displays in public. In private is one thing, but in public I like a woman who is more class than sass. I didn’t have any intention of hiring her, so I went for it. During the cab ride to her place, she slipped onto my lap. We made out like a couple of high school kids. I felt my cock lengthen in my pants and she wiggled her butt on me when she felt it.



With a wicked smile she got on her knees in the seat, grabbed my zipper, dropped her head to my lap and swallowed my cock whole. This girl was talented. Her tongue swirled up and down the full length of my rod as she worked me over. Her hand corkscrewed along the slick shaft as she licked and sucked on the sensitive flesh of the head. After hours of teasing and flirting, I couldn’t hold out for long and didn’t want to try. I shot a huge load of come down her throat. She swallowed every drop and worked on my shaft to keep me hard. I was so engrossed in what she was doing to me I didn’t know she’d been getting herself off too. When the cab pulled up to her door, her skirt was hiked up to her waist and her panties were hanging from one ankle. I paid the cabbie and she left her thong as a tip.



Once we got inside, she was even more aggressive. She loved sex and wasn’t reluctant to initiate it. When we got to her place, she leaned over the back of her sofa, pulled her skirt up over the round globes of her ass and told me to pound her until she screamed. I did just that. Grabbing her hips for leverage, I slammed into her like a man possessed. She wailed as she came and cried out for more. I turned her around and took her against the wall with her legs wrapped around my waist and her blouse hanging open. Her full breasts bounced with every thrust of my cock into her body. I felt my balls tighten up and my cock swell and groaned that I was about to come. She got down on her knees and jacked me off into her mouth and all over her face and tits. I collapsed in a chair and let her nurse on my softening shaft. When I’d had enough, I stood and tucked my dick inside my pants and left. As I left, she leaned her head back and scooped my come from her face and tits to lick it off her fingers.



Work and play had always been separate for me. I’d never ‘dipped my pen in the company ink’ before and was concerned about what Dipuc would say when I got to work. Dipuc never said a word to me about Juliet. The only communication between us was a memo I found on my desk. It was handwritten and said, “I’m sorry, Monsieur. I thought she showed promise but she was the wrong girl for you.”



The next day, he called me in at the end of the day again. It was a replay of Juliet’s second interview except this time the girl was a tall willowy redhead named Kayla. We never made it to dinner or dancing like I had with Juliet. After we had a couple of drinks Kayla asked me to take her home. She was so quiet, I was concerned that I’d offended her. Until then, she’d never given me any indication I had done anything wrong. She asked me in for coffee and wouldn’t take no for an answer. Once we were in her apartment, she excused herself. A few moments later, she called out. “Could you come back here, Nick?” she cried. I went into the bedroom and found her stretched out on black satin sheets wearing nothing but stockings and heels. The candles lit all around her made her milky white skin glow. The dim light reflected off the handcuffs and chains she’d used to shackle her hands and feet to the bed. “Please fuck me. Use me like a whore. Make me your bitch,” she whined as she pulled against her restraints.



Long and lean, she had the body of a runway model. Sinewy muscles stood out taut under her skin as she pulled against the cuffs. I was out of my clothes and on her in seconds. Her pussy was soaking wet as I thrust into her body. She was tight. Her firm body was a contrast to the softness of the bed around her. This girl liked it rough, so I gave it to her rough. Her pussy quivered and she came with my first thrust into her.



“Ugh,” she grunted. “Pinch my little titties. Bite them,” she pleaded.



I mauled her tits as I fucked her. She moaned and begged for more. I released her feet from the bed and lifted her long legs onto my shoulders so I could get in her deeper and harder. Her tight little ass fit into my hands as I lifter her off the bed. I held her hips up and pounded down into her. We both watched as my shaft turned her tight little pussy lips in and out with every stroke. Her ass was too fine to ignore so I flipped her over onto her hands and knees. When she pleaded with me to fuck her, I took her like a bitch in heat. A fistful of her hair helped me to pull her back onto my cock. I sensed she was close to coming again so I pulled back until only the head of my cock was in her sweet little box.



I asked, “Are you gonna come?”



“Yes, Sir,” she panted.



“Do you wanna come on my cock?”



“Oh, yes, Sir.”



“If you want it, then fuck me.”



“Oh gawd yes!” She yelled as she pushed back onto me and started to slam her ass back against me, driving my cock deep into her body again and again. She shuddered from head to toe as she came. I pulled my cock out of her pussy and slammed it into her ass as she did. Her head popped up and her mouth opened in a silent scream. Another tremor rolled over her from head to toe. I thought I might have gone to far when she pulled away but she slammed her tight butt back against me again. With her face buried in the bed, she screamed and came, drenching her thighs and mine in her juices. My balls were plastered against her pussy as she squirted warm come all over me.



Grabbing her by the waist, I used her like I was jacking off. Unintelligible sounds came from her as I reamed her out. I couldn’t tell if she was urging me on or begging me to stop. I didn’t care which it was. When I got close to shooting my load, I pulled out of her ass and shoved my cock in her mouth. She drank my load with a satisfied moan. She was still cuffed to the bed with her ass in the air when I left. I figured if she put herself in that position, she could get herself out of it. I stood in the doorway and thought about working with a woman like Kayla. She was beautiful, demure, and a total freak. I think dominance is a fun game to play but it was more than that to her. She was too much for me.



Chapter 3



The next couple of days were busy. I had a ton of work to do. Though I finished it easily, it wasn’t satisfying. Late in the afternoon, Monsieur Dipuc called me to the conference room. A sweet all-American girl named Mandy was by his side. After we spoke, he insisted that I take her out for dinner. We never made it that far. Drinks at happy hour turned into cigars and brandy. She excused herself and headed for the ladies’ room. After I watched her walk away, I checked on our table and headed to the men’s room. As I walked past what I thought was an empty stall, she grabbed me and dragged me in. She fished my dick out and stood behind me as she held it for me to piss. When I was done, she sat on the john and sucked my cock until I was hard as a rock.



Sitting me on the toilet, she climbed on my lap and dropped down on my cock in a single stroke. She rode me like a woman possessed. I buried my face in her tits and drank in the aroma of her perfume and our fine cigars. She bit the shoulder of my suit as she came on my cock. I let her ride me to one more quick orgasm before I stood her up, put her hands on the toilet seat and took her from behind. She had one hand on her tits and the other on her clit as I fucked her hard and deep. She dropped to her knees and I stayed with her, driving my dick as deep into her little pussy as I could. When I was done, I stood up and turned to find a group of guys watching us.



I asked her, “You want some more, Mandy?”



In a husky voice she said, “I want all the cock I can get,”



“Well, I think you’re gonna have a ball tonight,” I said. I stepped aside so she could see the audience we’d attracted.



“Thanks,” she said as she licked her lips. “This is gonna be fun.”



“She’s all yours, boys. Give the girl what she wants,” I said as I got out of the way. About a year later I got a porno in the mail with a little note. It said ‘Thanks for showing me I could have what I’ve always wanted.’ It took me a while to recognize Mandy on the cover of the box. In my defense, she had surgically enhanced tits and a mouth full of cock.



After my little bathroom romp, I had another productive day. I thought the week’s activities would have left me too exhausted to get anything done, but it was just the opposite. I sailed through the day almost effortlessly. I wondered if I’d hear from Monsieur Dipuc again that day. I was about to go home when I saw a memo from him on my desk. It said: Monsieur Foxx. I’m sorry to say that this assignment has been more difficult for me than I had anticipated. You are a complex man with more drive and needs than I had expected. Please forgive my poor performance thus far, but I believe I’ll have the answer for you by this weekend without a problem.



I stared at the memo for a long time. It was polite but ambiguous, open to more than one interpretation. I decided to let it go, head home and enjoy a quiet night alone for a change.



When I sat down at my desk on the thirteenth, there was another message from Dipuc. He asked if I could come in on Saturday, the 14th, for a meeting. With no one special in my life, I didn’t have plans for Valentine’s Day anyway, so I agreed to meet him at two o’clock.



As I walked into the conference room, I saw Dipuc in an animated conversation with a petite Asian girl. She couldn’t have been 5′ tall and she looked too young to be interviewing for a job with me. Her long black hair was braided down her back to her knees. A crisp white blouse, short black skirt and jacket gave the impression that she was a teenager. Dipuc introduced her as Mia. He said she had grown up in Kyoto and come to America to study. She had just finished her master’s degree in December.



“Konnichiwa, Mia. Dozo yoroshiku.” {Hello, Mia. Pleased to meet you.}



She bowed deeply and said, “Konnichiwa, Nicholas-san. Yoroshiku onegaishimasu.” {Hello, Mr. Nicholas. I’m pleased to meet you.} Her gaze lifted to my face for the first time as she added, “Your Japanese is very good, Sir. I hadn’t…I mean, I didn’t expect…”



“It’s a beautiful language and culture,” I said.



“Domo arigato, Nicholas-san.” {Thank you, Sir.}



Monsieur Dipuc finally joined us saying, “Mia and her sister Tia have been here on student visas and are hoping to find employment so they might stay in America.”



“Your family must be very proud,” I said.



“We have no family, Sir. Our parents died a few years ago, my sister and I are alone.”



I expressed my sympathies and Dipuc asked Mia if she would mind waiting in the adjoining office. As she left, he ushered in another girl with the same crisp white blouse, short black jacket and skirt and a braid that ended at her knees. Though they were dressed alike, this girl was the polar opposite of Mia. She was 5′ 10″, blonde and voluptuous.



“Monsieur Foxx. Allow me to present, Tia, Mia’s twin sister.”



I was speechless. My eyes darted back and forth between the two of them. How could they be sisters much less twins?



“Hello Mister Foxx. Monsieur Dipuc has told me a great deal about you. It’s a pleasure to meet you, Sir,” Tia said as she bowed.



Confused I said, “I’m sorry. I don’t understand.”



“It’s nice to meet you,” she repeated slowly.



Interrupting her I said, “No…I mean, yes. It’s nice to meet you too. I mean I don’t understand how you and Mia…”



“We’re fraternal twins, Sir. Our father was French and our mother Japanese. We were raised in Japan but have dual citizenship. Obviously one of us takes after each of our parents.” With a mischievous smile she whispered, “I think Mia looks just like Dad.”



That broke the tension and got a laugh from everyone. Mia gave Tia a look before she stepped into the adjoining room. Tia then filled me in on their family. Her mother was from a wealthy influential clan that could trace their bloodline back over three thousand years. Everyone expected her to marry someone from another noble bloodline. They would never approve of someone who wasn’t Japanese. Her parents’ love was a scandal and the family had disowned her. The two sisters were alone after their parents died so they moved to America for graduate school. They didn’t want to go home. If they found a job they could apply for citizenship and stay.



Monsieur Dipuc thanked her and asked her to wait with Mia. When she left, Dipuc told me he tried to find the right candidate for me, but realized his mistake. He went on to say that I would require more than one girl and if I was willing to take them on, he thought the two would satisfy my needs. “Monsieur, these girls seem perfect for you.”



After reading their resumés and taking to them further, I agreed wholeheartedly.



“Absolumont. Trés bien. I will speak to them right away.” {Absolutely. Very good.}



With a pile of paperwork in hand, he stepped in the other room. The girls read through documents, then leaned over the desk to sign them. As they did, I thought a small device slide out of Dipuc’s sleeve. For a moment, it looked like he injected something into each of the girls. It must have been my imagination because the girls didn’t react at all. Dipuc grinned at me over his shoulder and nodded.



The girls brought me their paperwork and thanked me for the opportunity as they shook my hand and bowed. A spark seemed to pass through me when we touched. They were amazing, a perfect blend of cultures, a mix of brains and beauty beyond my expectations.



Within the hour, Dipuc was on his way to the airport. As he left, he told me, “This is a very busy time for me and I must not get behind in my work.”

“Get on the bed,” Sam ordered.



Lauren hesitated, staring at the handcuffs he held and biting at her bottom lip in uncertainty. Her blond hair brushed the shoulders of her ladies’ football jersey. Beneath the top her proud tits freely rose and fell with her breathing. Lower on her body her hips were snugly encased in a pair of lacy, black boy-shorts.



“Remember our agreement,” Sam’s voice took on an unfamiliar gruffness. He wore only a pair of jeans, his bare, fit torso shimmering in the room’s low lighting.



Dropping her gaze Lauren nodded slightly in deference. Nervously she climbed onto the bed, her mind recalling how she’d come to be in this situation.



A few days earlier Sam had asked her if she was willing to try something new in the bedroom. She was in her early twenties and had only been intimate with a few men. And somehow her inexperience had been bothering her lately. Sam would be thirty this year and it had become evident that there was an inequality in their two pasts. She blamed this fact for her insecure feelings. She told herself she was being silly, that her lack of experience wasn’t a bad thing. But she could not shake it.



Then he’d brought up the idea of experimenting and it had only gotten worse.



“I won’t tell you what I have in mind, but I believe you’ll enjoy it. And I do promise, you won’t be hurt,” Sam had assured her. “Plus, you can use a safe word if it does go somewhere you’re not comfortable.”



With little more encouragement Lauren had agreed.



And that was how she found herself climbing onto her bed while he stood by, handcuffs at the ready.



Sam had arranged some pillows near the foot of the bed and he indicated that she was to lay on her belly atop them, with her head at the bed’s edge. Once she was there he pulled her arms behind her and cuffed her wrists. He stepped back to stand towering over her. She strained her neck back to look up at him, trying unsuccessfully to guess his intentions. He was staring down at her, grinning mischievously. Her neck started to hurt so she relaxed it. Laying her head on the pillow and turning it sideways she looked up at him again through the sides of her eyes. Her view of his face was slightly distorted this way, but she was able to identify the lust in his expression. He liked seeing her like this; restrained and on display. Her firm ass wrapped tightly in her underwear and raised by her slanted position. Her arms pinned behind her back, wrists restrained by the handcuffs’ cold metal. Her top slipping forward, exposing her lower back. Her loose hair falling around her face as she struggled to peer up at him.



That was when it struck her; she was at his mercy . . . completely and utterly at his mercy. Powerless. Powerless against him . . . against his wants and desires. He could do anything to her. Anything he wanted. And she could not stop him. Even the concept of the safe word was frail, its protection only good if he chose to honor it. She trusted him to do so, but . . . there was always the chance he wouldn’t.



As all of this raced through her mind she was surprised by its effect on her. She was excited. Her vulnerability aroused her.



This was something she had not anticipated.



Her gaze slid down from his face, over his chest and abs to his denim covered crotch where a bulge was clearly evident. She easily recognized that bulge, having fondled it many times in the last months. Staring at it, seeing it throb hungrily beneath his jeans, Lauren’s blood began to simmer as heat surged through her body.



“Now I can do whatever I want. Use you anyway I want,” he confirmed her thoughts. “You are at my mercy. At my disposal. Helpless.”



His tone’s menacing edge sent a shiver of panic through her, causing her to nearly blurt out her safe word out of sheer reflex. But as he talked he was undoing his pants and she was spellbound watching his fingers draw the zipper down, her body anxiously waiting for him to reveal his cock. Her breath caught as he pushed his pants off his hips and his semi-erect member came into view. The sight of it stirred her desire, made her embers begin to smolder within her loins.



Mesmerized she watched him grab the shaft and give it a couple of tugs. Her heart raced as it grew fully rigid before her eyes. He stepped forward bringing the shaft to hover inches from her face. Her gaze was transfixed by its taunt flesh and bulging veins.



Sam pulled her hair up away from her face and held it with his free hand while he guided his cock toward her mouth. Placing the tip firmly against her lips he slid it back and forth along them and electrifying the nerve-endings. Hot sparks shot from her lips through her entire body.



Like most intimate acts, Lauren was not very experienced at sucking cock. While she didn’t mind it, she didn’t exactly enjoy it either. But she’d found that men expected it, or at least some attempt at it, and so she’d done her best over the years. And Sam’s actions left little doubt that he expected it tonight. Yet, for the first time she felt her body simmering with the thought of wrapping her lips around his cock. Her embers began to glow in anticipation of tasting him. She didn’t know why, but something was different this time, something about it was arousing her. She realized that she wanted to do it. That she wouldn’t be doing it to please just him tonight. Maybe it was the evening’s uniqueness; her lack of freedom and his control over her provided by the cuffs. Maybe it was his strong grip on her hair, pulling at her scalp as he held her head in place.



Whatever the reason, she was growing excited.



Her enthusiasm climbed as he set the tip of his cock at the center of her mouth. In the second before he pushed his hips forward she heard herself quietly whimper in anxious anticipation. Then her lips were being parted and he was penetrating past them.



“Mine to do with as I please,” he sighed as the cockhead disappeared into her mouth.



His reminder of her submissive position fanned her embers, causing them to glow hotter. She locked her lips around his shaft and sucked on it needily. The first inches slid past her lips, rigidly caressing her nerves and sending more electricity crackling through her body.



His forward thrust didn’t stop until her nose was buried in his crotch and his cock in her throat. The obstruction meant she couldn’t breathe. Instinctively she tried to wiggle backwards. Whimpering in panic and thinking about how useless her safe word was at the moment, she looked up at him through the tops of her eyes.



“Relax,” Sam groaned, his hold in her hair tightening, pulling at her scalp.



A moment later he pulled his hips back. As his cock vacated her throat she whimpered in relief.



When only his cockhead remained in her mouth’s wet embrace he stopped, then pushed forward a little, slipping a couple inches back in. For the next couple minutes he rocked his hips back and forth, sliding only centimeters of his shaft across her lips.



Lauren’s fear moments earlier had dampened her body’s heat, but his limited actions were once more stoking her embers into glowing coals of passion.



“Damn you’re hot,” he hissed above her.



After a couple moments he shoved his hips forward again, his cock easily re-entering her throat. After the first experience, she was ready this time and remained relaxed. When her nose was crammed into his crotch she remembered something she’d heard somewhere. She pretended to swallow, causing her throat muscles to constrict around his shaft. His pleased groan filled her ears. The times she had used her mouth on men she’d always enjoyed hearing their moans of pleasure, but this time she was thrilled by it. She felt her embers being fanned, felt her body growing hot with desire.



Soon he was again pulling back, withdrawing most of his cock before once more sliding only centimeters in and out of her mouth.



Lauren sucked on him. She swiped her tongue along his pole.



Gradually his pace increased, as did the amount of his rigid shaft sliding along her lips. He pumped his cock in and out, fucking her mouth. Every few forward thrusts resulted in his cockhead being stuffed into her throat then quickly withdrawn.



“Oh god yes,” he groaned when she’d cause her muscles to constrict in that brief moment.



Lauren half-knelt, half-laid there, being used for his pleasure. Her neck was bent back, her hands cuffed behind her. Her ass was raised, encased within her snug, black undershorts. Her tits were mashed down against the pillow beneath her.



“Hell yea. Take it,” he groaned, holding her head still with his handful of her hair.



She tasted precum as his cock continued to piston in and out, the head entering her throat every few thrusts.



“Yes. Hell yes.”



His thrusting actions caused Lauren’s body to shift with him and her nipples rubbed at her top. The sensitive nerve endings were electrified, sending more sparks crackling out through her body. Her arousal grew. Her flesh and blood simmered hotly.



“Oh god yea. Suck it. Suck it you dirty little whore.”



As Sam’s pace continued to increase his rocking motion turned awkwardly spastic. His stiff cock grew even more rigid while seeming to pulse within her mouth.



“Yes. Yes. Suck it.”



Lauren suddenly realized he was near to cumming.



She had been so wrapped up in everything else that was happening, she’d failed to register his building excitement and what it meant. But now she did. And it alarmed her. She had never brought a man to climax with her mouth before, yet her present position meant she had no choice this time. Sam was going to make her finish him. The idea that he might use this opportunity to do so had never occurred to her. She wondered if he intended to make her swallow his semen, or if he would pull out and spray her face with it like in porn movies. She raised her gaze to look at him, thinking maybe she’d see some indication of his intensions. But there was none. He simply stood towering over her, grinning as he watched his cock piston past her lips.



Seconds later his muscles began to clench. His rocking hips jerked spastically. His head rolled back, a deep, guttural groan rising from his open mouth. Then his hips froze.



And Lauren had her answer.



Inside her mouth his cock jumped, spraying semen. Reflexively she swallowed; gulping at the warm, salty liquid. His cock jumped again and she swallowed that shot too.



“Swallow it. Swallow it you slut,” Sam groaned out happily.



As shot after shot of his seed sprayed from his twitching cock she gulped it down, surprised to find that neither the semen itself, nor the act of swallowing it, was anything like she’d imagined.



“Oh yes,” he moaned moments later when he had finished cumming.



He remained standing there his softening cock still clasped within Lauren’s suckling mouth, her tongue licking at his last drops of seed.



Then he pulled his hips back with a contented sigh, his cock slipping from her mouth’s wet embrace. Releasing her hair he undid the handcuffs. Freed, Lauren’s arms dropped to her sides. She shifted around and gazed up at him questioningly.



“Go freshen up,” he told her. “Then come back so we can continue.”



She walked from the room on weak, rubbery legs. Her top’s movements caused it to brush across her swollen nipples sending electricity crackling through the sensitized nerves. She knew she was aroused. She was aware that she was damp. Curious, she touched herself. A thick, moist heat radiated out through her panties. With a shock she realized she was actually wet. Not just damp, but wet. Her body was simmering with desire.



Somehow Sam’s brazen use of her had really stoked her lust. She’d never been restrained before, or been treated so roughly. Nor had she ever fantasized about such things. Yet it had affected her. It had affected her quite a bit.



Now she couldn’t stop wondering what was next.



And she hurriedly freshened up so she could get back to the bedroom.



Ted had rearranged the pillows. They were still piled up for her to lie across on her belly, but now they were closer to the middle of the bed. There were also what looked like black, nylon straps laying on the mattress and running down under the bedsides. Suspecting their purpose she instinctively hesitated, a combination of fear and excitement coursing through her. Her gaze shifted to Sam, who stood on the far side of the bed waiting. She licked her lips as her eyes glided over his flaccid cock.



“Get up there,” he ordered.



Pulling her eyes away from his manhood she did as told. Climbing onto the bed she laid across the pillows once more, this time facing the opposite end. That was when she saw the third strap, this one disappearing down between the mattress and the headboard.



“Hands up here this time,” Sam told her, guiding the one nearest him to above her head.



Lauren brought her other hand up as well and he soon had her wrists tied together. Giving the strap a quizzical tug she found that it was attached to something at the other end so that her arms were held, stretched out above her head. With no more than that she was essentially his prisoner once again. Her heart jumped with the thought.



Manipulating one of her legs into a bent position he attached the strap on that side to her thigh, just above her knee. Moving around to the other side he did the same with that leg as well. She was now in the doggy-style position and the trio of straps worked with the piled-up pillows beneath her to keep her in place, unable to move more than an inch or so in any direction.



Ted climbed onto the bed and knelt behind her.



“That’s a beautiful sight,” he sighed as he gazed down on her raised asscheeks still snuggled within her panties.



He cupped her outer thighs. His palms sizzled against her flesh. His hands slid up a few inches then back down.



“Did you like the way I used your mouth?” He whispered as he caressed her thighs a few more times. “I bet you did. I bet you liked having your mouth fucked.” His hands slipped around to the backs of her legs. As he then caressed these, his thumbs reached along her inner thighs. “Yea, I bet you got all hot and wet from it.” His thumbs were centimeters from her crotch, brushing back and forth over a few millimeters of her flesh. “I bet you liked it and now you can’t wait for me to stick my cock in your hot little pussy.”



Within her loins, Lauren’s embers smoldered into steaming, red-hot coals. Her entire body simmered as it swayed slightly in response to her growing arousal.



His hands slipped out and around to pet the fronts of her legs, his fingers dancing over her skin and raising small goose bumps. Then they moved back to her outer thighs once again.



“So wet and hot, like a dirty little slut.”



His hands returned to the backs of her legs, his thumbs once more stretching along her inner thighs and teasing her with their nearness to her sex.



Instinctively her back arched and her hips pushed down, unsuccessfully trying to force contact there.



“Oh yes. You are hot,” he sighed happily, watching her reaction.



A moment later his hands slid upward to cup her asscheeks. He gave the taunt orbs a gentle squeeze, his fingers lightly scratching at her flesh.



Lauren grew wetter. The building hunger of her body made her pussy lips swell and press into her panties, which were tighter than normal due to her imposed position and the constricted contact added to the electricity lighting up the nerves down there.



“I can tell you’re wet,” Sam whispered as his hands left her body.



A second later a sharp metallic click came from behind her. Lauren tried turning around to see what it was, but her trussed-up position kept her from seeing anything other than Sam’s towering torso. Then cold metal touched her asscheek . . . pressed into it. Her mind worked to figure out what it was as it drew a hard line up across her flesh. As it reached the bottom edge of her panties she was struck by the realization that it was a knife. Her heart leapt. Fear rocketed through her and she struggled to utter her safe word. The first sound was just reaching her lips when the blade slid smoothly up through her panties. Starting at the bottom hem the blade easily sliced through the lacy material to the waistband. Then it sliced through that too and a portion of her panties fell away. Her heart still pounding, she managed to stop herself from blurting out the safe word and waited. The knife then pressed into her other asscheek before cleanly slicing upwards and her panties completely fell away. After another metallic click Sam’s hands returned to her ass, squeezing and scratching at the now fully exposed orbs.



“You have such a beautiful ass, Baby,” he told her, a sentiment he repeated again while continuing to play with her rear for a moment.



Then one of his hands slid upward and under her top, his fingers tracing heated lines up her back. As it climbed it slipped down around her side, tracking across her ribs. Lauren’s heart raced in needy anticipation of its destination, her breasts aching to be to be touched. Seconds later his palm closed over one fleshy mound, giving it a hungry squeeze. The act had the effect of both quenching and stoking her ache. She sighed with the mixture of need and pleasure. Covering her tit, Sam’s palm flattened her swollen nipple, his rough skin scratching at her sensitized nerves.



Lauren’s embers burst into flames and she quietly whimpered.



“That’s it, Baby. Let me know you’re liking this.”



His other hand slid off her ass. These fingertips left a heated trail down across her thigh to her crotch where they easily slipped in between her flowering lips, brushing against her swollen clit.



Lauren’s hips reflexively jumped as she gasped.



“Damn. You are wet,” he chuckled.



For the next several minutes his fingers played with her pussy. They slid back and forth along her wet slit, brushing against her clit and teasing her opening. A few times he massaged the edges of her hole, delicately pressing at its center. His other hand continued squeezing and manipulating her tit, molding the pliant mound and rubbing her nipple.



The duel attentions fanned her flames higher and higher. Electricity crackled along her nerves. Her hips rolled and shifted, pushing her sex at his hand. Between small gasps and needy whimpers her breathing grew labored. Her top had been worked up into a pile near her shoulders and a light sheen of sweat shimmered over her exposed lower back.



“I can’t wait to feel this tight little pussy around my cock,” Sam groaned, a finger teasing her opening by barely dipping inside and massaging its very edge. “So hot and wet. Such a beautiful little slut.”



Lauren’s hips ratcheted downward as her body unsuccessfully tried to force more of his finger to enter her.



“Yes, you are hot, aren’t you,” he chuckled.



His hand at her chest shifted to her other breast, his fingers squeezing and plying that aching mound. Her back arched, pressing herself into his hand as she sighed and gasped. He then took her nipple between two fingers and tugged on it while twisting it slightly. She panted out heavily as more electricity jolted along her already jangling nerves.



“You liked me using your mouth and soon you’re gonna enjoy me using your pussy,” he told her, his hands toying with her body. “You’re gonna like me fucking you while you kneel there helpless. Unable to stop me. Unable to do anything about how I use you.”



Lauren’s body squirmed as his words added fuel to the fires his hands were stoking. She was helpless. Her body’s excited movements confirmed this as the three straps held her in the trussed-up position. Somehow this fact provided more fuel for her growing arousal. She felt her juices flowing more freely and her sex opening in hunger with each passing moment.



“You’re such a hot little slut,” he rasped and his finger slowly penetrated her sex.

You’re naked and blindfolded. In fact, your hands are tied securely together above your head to the bed. I’d tie your ankles as well but with you so new to this, I want you to have the illusion of some freedom. In fact, you do not have any freedom. You are fully under my command. But I am a merciful mistress, and although I will take delight in your discomfort, I do not necessarily want you in pain. Today’s agenda will be to keep you guessing, keep your beautiful tumescent cock just the way it is right now, pointing to the ceiling, aching to be touched and stroked to release. This is going to be an exhausting afternoon for you. Yes, I said the whole afternoon since I will be taking my time with you, bringing you to places of misery and joy you never thought existed.



You’re hard but I can tell you’re also quite nervous. You know not to speak, and that I have reserved the right to gag you, as well. What I don’t tell you is that I want to hear you talk, to beg. And I also have plans for that mouth later. But first here you lie, both unable to contain your excitement but also wondering how you agreed to such a thing.



I stare down at that beautiful body of yours, lean and fit, all flat planes save for your proud cock. I get wet just thinking of what I’ll be putting you through today. I reach into a drawer and I can tell you are zeroed in on my motions, listening for clues. I draw a large feather down across your chest lightly and although you’re not ticklish, you lurch a bit off the bed from the unexpected sensation. I lightly dust off your cock with it and you settle in a bit, thinking this may just be easier than you’d originally thought. You relax and succumb to the feel of the dancing feather. You know better than to talk but I can see a certain sureness in the way you hold your mouth, as if you want to ask if that’s all I’ve got for you. It isn’t. I abruptly remove the feather from your cock and leave the room.



I know you’re listening for my return but I’m off in other parts of the house, leaving you to your thoughts for 15 minutes or so. I want to gauge your level of arousal, want to see how much you can withstand. You’ll never know what I’m doing when I’m gone or when I’m coming back. This will be worse than Chinese water torture as I break you down mentally with the complete loss of control over your own body’s needs and wants.



When I eventually return, I see your cock has shrunk in my absence, probably more out of doubt than anything. The moment I enter the room again, however, I see it coming to life again, roused by the promise of more to come. I place a bowl quietly on the table next to your bed and reach in, pulling something out. Your ears are now straining for clues. You gasp slightly as I place an ice cube on your nipple. I rub it around and across the nipple, making you shiver. I then place my warm mouth over it and the change is immediately felt and reflected in your cock coming fully to life again. My tongue runs over your nipple again and again before I enclose your nipple with my whole mouth. I now place the ice cube on your other nipple so that you have two very different sensations to process. The excitement is mixed with some confusion as your brain tries to focus on one or the other. I again remove the ice and place my hot mouth over the cold nipple, warming it with teeth and lips and tongue. With no more cold to concern yourself with, you relax under the spell of my mouth.



And then I leave you again.



This time when I rejoin the party, you are still hard. You know there is more and are going to now remain erect and impatient to know what’s next. When I turn on the vibrator, however, you look worried. I slowly walk closer to the bed and you keep yourself from protesting just yet. I climb onto the bed next to you and you are just about to beg for mercy when you realize you’re hearing another sound apart from the vibrator. It takes you a moment to realize that the sound is me, or rather the vibrator as it’s pressed up against my pussy.



Your hands pull at the restraints, your cock hardens even further if that’s possible, and you moan in disappointment as it sinks in that I’m pleasuring myself a mere few inches from you and you can’t see or participate. You can only lie there helpless as I slowly purr and sigh next to your ear. It’s killing you not being allowed to watch. I take my time with the vibrator. After all, we have the afternoon! I slowly build myself to a climax, and I make sure to provide you with clear signals as I go, my breath speeding up, small gasps, and letting my body jerk on the bed so you can feel it a few inches away. Then I come and buck up, crying out. You echo my cries with darker ones of your own. You quietly curse under your breath in frustration as I get up and exit the room.



When I come back this time, you look far less confident. Your cock remains hard but your body shows no signs of the earlier bravado. It’s now time to get serious. Without any warning, I drop my mouth down on your cock and you practically leap off the bed. Well, you would if you could. I begin to blow you in earnest now and just as you think there might be a chance of cumming, I walk out again.



I return 15 minutes later with another bowl. When I glance down at you, I see pre-cum has slowly dripped down your cock. I chastise you for being a dirty boy and inform you that the mess needs to be cleaned up. I reach for the soapy sponge and proceed to wipe you down, starting with your neck. The warmth of it relaxes you but the idea of me being a naughty nurse to you has your cock straining almost beyond its limits. You’re muttering to yourself now, not even trying to have a conversation with me. I work my way down your torso and down your legs before I return to your naughty, naughty cock. I swab the tip with the sponge and you groan. I work down slowly, taking my time to make sure the area is completely clean again. Unfortunately, pre-cum keeps appearing so I’ll have to be diligent.



But first, I have one more thing to attend to, which is shaving you. When the razor touches your skin, you are stunned by the feel and sound of it rasping against your most delicate skin. Your inclination is to move but common sense kicks in and you remain as still as possible for me. We don’t want any injuries from our day. Your cock has remained solid throughout though, so I know you aren’t as fearful as you make out. When I finish, I wipe you down one more time to make sure the area is clean.



I reach into the drawer and explain that the soap may have dried your skin so I will be now applying some oil to keep your skin supple. I squeeze some into my hands and place my palms on your chest. You are full-out talking to yourself now, trying to decide if you can stay put or whether you might be able to rip the ties from the bed and get your hands on me. I remain silent in my work and wait for your next reaction. As I work my way slowly down, the oil begins to work on you and you groan again, cluing into the fact that it’s a warming oil, and your skin is heating up as I work on your body. You’re already warm enough and now the added heat is heating your brain, as well. You no longer make much sense, and look beaten down. When I reach your cock, I apply a different lotion all over your genital area. I’m sure you want the heat there but you’re not going to get it. Alas, time to leave again. You’re completely quiet as I walk out.



I wait quite some time before coming back to you. The heat of the oil has dissipated some and you are going to take anything I give you. That’s when I reach for your cock again. I stroke it and you yelp. I stroke it with some force and speed and you know you’re so hard you should be cumming instantaneously but you’re not. Again, I wait for it to dawn on you and you’re surprisingly quick despite your current mental state. You finally speak to me, asking what I did, what it was that I put on your cock. I let you work through it yourself and you come to the correct conclusion that it was some sort of numbing lotion to desensitize you and keep you from cumming too quickly. Standing above you, I can smell the cum in your balls, which are full and waiting.



You curse at the gods and me, and don’t even fight it when I reach under you slightly to place a tiny vibrator at the opening of your ass. I haven’t touched you there yet but you are beyond being surprised by new developments, and are accepting them as they come. I use the numbing lotion there to lube the vibrator and slip it just into the entrance, barely penetrating you there. I turn it on and wait for you to jerk again off the bed, which you do.



That’s when I walk over and kiss you. You eagerly strain your head up to meet my mouth just for the sake of being able to do something actively for the first time all afternoon. This turned you on incredibly and the combination of that and the vibrator have your nerves frayed. I end the kiss and slip a Life Saver into your mouth. You spit it out in frustration, saying you want my mouth again. I instruct you to keep the next Life Saver in your mouth, to bite down on it for me. I feed you another and you chomp away angrily before swallowing and demanding to know if that satisfied me. It did. I then inform you I’ve slipped four Life Savers into my pussy and it will be your job to fish them out again and eat them, hands-free. You stop moving completely and are in shock that you’re being given a job!



I straddle your head with my knees and lower myself onto your face. Your tongue eagerly darts out and into my snatch, slithering everywhere it can, kissing, licking, as you moan in ecstasy. I am overcome but still reach down to your poor numbed cock and begin to stroke it again for you. You all but ignore that in favour of your task of hand, and you are an excellent slave, dipping your tongue into me as far as you can go. I can hear the crunch of the first two Life Savers and the sound of triumph from you. I attempt to sit still while you complete the second half of the chore. When you make quick work of it, I get off you again, resulting in you cursing again, but complete joys overtakes you when I untie your hands!



You pull your wrists away from the ties, rip the vibrator away from your ass, and tear the blindfold off your face. Even blinded by the light you’re no longer used to, you see me long enough to know where I stand and grab me with as much speed and force as you can muster, throw me under you and plough into my cunt as far as hard as you can. The numbness is wearing off your cock but you’re still able to fuck me to three orgasms with such animal ferocity before you scream as loud as you can and cum inside me, shaking and yelling unintelligible sounds. You collapse completely, still groaning with every exhaled breath. When you finally calm down minutes later, you open your eyes and we smile broadly at each other.

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