pussy licking

John wiped his forehead on which beads of sweat were beginning to form. He was waiting for the subway after staying late in the office, and the midsummer weather was keeping the underground terminal air thick with humid heat. It was late and he had effectively skipped on dinner, opting instead for a coffeeshop muffin. The napkins that came with it served to absorb a little of his sweat. John started to feel a light breeze and a dull rumble which he associated with a train half a station away. He was eager to make his way home, shower, and head to sleep.



He slowly made his way to the end of the platform to board the last car since it was closer to the stairs at his exit. It was just after midnight, the train was approaching, John prepared himself to board an empty car. The sound of well-used breakpads irritated his tired ears as the train came to a halt. John boarded the welcomely air-conditioned car and sat down at the end bench. He barely noticed the presence of the only other passenger, a woman sitting across from him one bench away.



She clearly didn’t notice him, or at least didn’t look his direction. She was surprisingly sprawled out, it being a subway and her seemingly well-dressed – she sort of lay with one leg up on the seatbench. She had earbuds in and was intently viewing some video on her smartphone (presumably stored, the reception inadequate in the tunnels) – the headphones were cranked up sufficiently loud to generate a dull sound that John could barely make out over the white noise of the now-moving train. Was it? A woman moaning?



John, slightly aroused by his own wandering imagination, began to notice the sexual posture of the woman. The woman was an attractive caucasian with naturally black hair. She wore no makeup and didn’t need it – as John sized her up he noticed her well-sized breasts hanging slightly, with one drooping appealingly towards him. Her nipples were visible as she clearly had no bra and they seemed erect, or at least large to begin with. Only now, surprisingly late did he notice that her legs were spread wide enough that he had a view up her short linen skirt. Her legs were just parted sufficiently that he could see a dark tuft of hair behind semi-transparent panties. “No fucking way,” John thought to himself, beginning to be more fully aroused. Again, he heard presumably from the headphones a sound seemingly of a woman moaning. It was hard to make out much over the random noise of the train. The woman was enraptured by her screen – there was a look of longing, of voyeurism on her face.



John couldn’t help himself, he was simply staring, the fact that she didn’t seem to mind his presence made this peculiar situation all the more interesting. Her smooth legs were open and he gazed at her thin, semi-transparent panties. They were light green and didn’t quite cover the cheeks of her butt which were pushed up and visible given her slouched posture. As he hungrily consumed the sight of this woman, John noticed his penis bending slightly to the side dripping a mere droplet of his juice. With his busy schedule he hadn’t masturbated in days, so the sight of an attractive, clothed woman was still enough to get him going, especially with a view up her skirt on display.



Unexpectedly, John noticed the woman shiver slightly in a sexual way and her panties start to get slightly wet – she was dripping her lubricant in such quantity as to leave a wet spot on her underwear. The thrill of seeing this horny stranger’s wet cunt through her panties sent a chill of warmth to John’s penis. Just as John thought to himself this literally couldn’t get any better the woman slowly reached down around her mini-skirt and carefully plucked the side of her panties open to get access to her wet vagina. As her panties were pulled open from the side a strand of juice strung from the tip of her long labia to the edge of the underwear. A bead of her own juice that had formed in the bottom corner of her inner lips dripped down her skin into the top of her anus which was just visible given her laid back position.



She leaned back slightly further, her eyes looking slightly upwards towards the ceiling of the subway car, unintentionally giving John a slightly better view. Her finger focused only on her clit and as more liquid formed at the lips of her vagina John eagerly viewed the wetness with increasing intensity. This woman was literally dripping, the abundant folds of her beautiful vagina flapping slightly as she vigorously rubbed herself. Her chest arched spasmed upward slightly which was accompanied by a small but definite spurt of liquid from her vagina. John almost burst himself, surprisingly aroused by this uncommon female. He was now fully aware of his own throbbing penis in his pants which he was too uptight, too well-conditioned to withdraw from his pants.



“How could this happen on a subway? I can’t cum on a subway,” he thought.



She picked up the pace, now unashamedly moaning herself. John stared with emphasis on her large meaty pussy lips. He was fully engaged, and couldn’t help himself. John quietly stood up and moved a little closer. He didn’t know why or what he was thinking, but he was unthinkingly drawn to the woman as she hurled herself towards the beginning of her climax. John reached into his pants, loosening his belt to relieve some of the constriction around his penis. More than anything he wanted to shove his face at the woman’s luscious lips and finish her off with his tongue.



“What would she think if I did that?” John, unreasonable with horniness pondered, “it would be less offensive to her than if I put my penis in.”



He knew he was just making an excuse for himself, but at this point he didn’t care. he bent over and began lapping the wet juices which soaked the exposed labia. As soon as he began, before the woman could even sit up startled, she came violently. Perhaps heightened and initiated by her surprise the woman’s pussy quivered incredibly such that the lips of her pussy danced around John’s lapping lips. John thought he noticed her pussy push towards him as if she noticed his presence and invited him to continue. John’s mouth was open with dumb eagerness – everything happened so fast. Accompanying her orgasm was an eruption of liquid which filled John’s mouth with its burst. The juice kept coming soaking John’s face as the woman pulled back, finally aware of his presence with a look of violated fear on her face. John’s upper body was soaked. The woman’s expression turned from fear to mothering pity.



She smiled at him, “You gave me quite a fright sneaking up on me like that. I would say I almost peed myself, but I think you got most of it.”



He knew full well of female ejaculation, at least as it occurs in porn and was not sure whether this had been “ejaculate” or simply incontinence. Without any hesitation, John replied, “I’m sorry if I startled you, but your dripping cunt was so inviting.”



The woman looked down and saw both the wet spot from John’s precum on his pants and his penis, still erect in his hand. John became aware of the direction of her eyes and his penis softened as she smiled with amusement rather than lust.



“I’m glad you used your tongue rather than your penis,” she said.



He was unsure what to make of that comment. He hadn’t been paying attention to the stops at all, but he now realized his stop was coming up, only one more before it. He couldn’t think of anything else to say, “I’m soaked.”



She laughed awkwardly, “I’m Jessica.”



Though it was well past the point of being appropriate, he licked her now calm pussy-lips a little more, hoping maybe to arouse some reciprocity. She slapped him in the face, smiled and said, “My pussy is plenty satisfied, I don’t need you to lick it anymore. What I was watching on my phone involved another hole altogether. Lick that one and there might be something in it for you.”



John had never done this before but at this point, the mystery woman, Jessica, commanded him and her control was amplified as John’s penis was still unsatisfied. With uncertainty, he began to do as she asked. As soon as his lips, gently graced her lower hole, already moist with the sticky pussy-juice that had dripped down there, the woman grabbed his head and forcefully, but affectionately pulled John towards her, forcing his tongue to push slightly inside her anus.



John’s stop came and went as he affectionately kissed her anus. Jessica was holding his head in place and the semi-forced surrender of his hesitancy to her delighted him. Jessica squirmed. John’s nose was rubbing inside Jessica’s pussy and the mild odor tantalized him. John, now of his own initiative, lapped her anus hungrily.



“That’s right you filthy fucker, lick my ass,” she almost screamed at him.



John didn’t respond, but just continued to do as he could tell was pleasing her. She was almost crying with satisfaction, nearing the brink of another orgasm. John’s penis was fully hard again.



Jessica looked down on him, “okay,” she smiled. “You can put your penis in my ass. It’s the only hole I let strangers use.”



Without reading too much into that, John stood up and quickly thrust his penis into her well-lubricated hole. As his penis-head pushed through her soft threshold, Jessica moaned with pleasure. John’s penis felt warm and comforted in the deep, smooth, tight pocket. “Fuck my ass as fast as you can.” John obliged, already accustomed to listening to this woman and happy with her suggestions. The folds of Jessica’s hole wrapped John’s penis in slippery satisfaction.



John increased the friction and thrusted hard. John groped at her the softness of her ass which pushed upwards at the bottom of his penis, providing additional stimulation. His strokes were perfectly handled such that he would retract just past this rim of his penis tip and re-penetrate, re-opening her tight anus with every couple thrusts. She clenched tight around his penis, heightening the stimulation for both of them. John kept going and noticed, with pleasure, fresh juices oozes from her pussy and moistening his groin. Her vagina, as wet as before, struggled futilely to participate in her pleasure.



John new he would burst any moment now – the anticipation had made him ready and now inside her the stimulation was too great for him to last much longer.



“I’m coming,” he said to her between pants.



“Come in my ass,” she replied.



John pushed deep into Jessica’s ass and the tip of his penis pulsed three times with long throbs of ejaculation. As Jessica was being filled with cum, synchronous with the pulses of John’s penis, she leaned up and kissed him, forcefully raping his unexpecting mouth with her tongue. Her body convulsed slightly with the mellower, distinct orgasm of anal sex. Her anus tightened as she came with John around his penis. Both of them basked in post-orgasmic afterglow for a moment, before Jessica pulled back, John’s slowly shrinking penis sliding out.



The train doors opened. John looked at Jessica affectionately, almost presumptively lovingly. Jessica kissed him quickly and friendly on the cheek, and just before the doors closed, she slipped off the train. John got up to follow her, but the doors had shut, his reaction too slow. She turned away without waving.

I had always hated surprises. They made me anxious. I overthink them. He told me he had a surprise for me when I got home from work. I worried about it for hours, wondering what it could be. I thought about things I had asked for recently, everything I could possibly imagine. He hadn’t given me any clues as to what it was, so I guess I’d just have to wait. Finally, after what seemed like an eternity, I left work and started the long drive home. It was torture. Twenty miles of wondering.



When I pulled in the driveway nothing looked unusual. His car was there, the lights were off, and everything was quiet. I snuck in the back door as always, closed it gently, and put my purse down. I could hear talking in the bedroom, so I figured he had fallen asleep with the tv on. The faint smell of strawberries and cream hit my nose. Did he have candles lit for me? I got a little more excited and tiptoed toward the bedroom. When I rounded the corner in the hallway, I could see him kneeling on the floor at the end of the bed. I quietly stepped a little closer to get a better look. Sitting on the bed was another man! He was slightly stocky, with short brown hair and muscular arms. He was leaned back, propping on his hands, his huge cock sticking straight out.



I’m sure Dustin heard the gasp of air I took in at my surprise. He leaned back just a little, as if to acknowledge that he knew I was there, and then dove down onto the guy’s cock, taking it deep into his throat. He bobbed his head up and down as I watched in complete awe. I could feel my pussy soaking my panties. It was the hottest thing I had ever seen. My husband was on his knees, wearing a hot pink thong, sucking another man’s cock. I knew I couldn’t take much more just watching, but I was too enamored to move. I stood there in pure ecstasy, mouth open, as I watched him work this cock like he had done it a million times.



I could hear Dustin humming and moaning as the guy put his hand on the back of Dustin’s head and began to push it down onto his huge dick. “Suck it you whore, you dirty slut. Or I’ll spank that cute little ass until it’s red.” He was starting to gag, but didn’t stop sucking. He moved his other hand up and started massaging the guy’s balls. He was a pro at this. Without even realizing it, I had slid my hand into my panties and started rubbing my clit. I was going to make myself cum before I even got into the room. I was leaning against the wall pushing my fingers as far into my pussy as I could get them. It was dripping wet.



Suddenly the guy leaned up, looked right at me and said, “Why the hell are you not in here?” I immediately jumped toward the bed, watching Dustin suck this huge cock had made me hornier than I had been in my entire life. The guy ordered Dustin to get me naked as soon as possible. He pulled down my pants and panties in one quick swipe, then jerked my shirt and bra off just as quick. I stood there completely naked in front of a man who the only thing I knew about him was that he had a huge hard cock, which he was back to shoving down my husband’s throat, and that he was in my bed. He pulled me closer to him and pinched at my nipples. “Are you ready to see me fuck your husband’s ass?” All I could do was nod, I wanted to see it RIGHT NOW. He pushed Dustin’s mouth away from his cock and told him to bend over the bed. He asked if I wanted to spank Dustin a few times before he put his huge dick in his tight ass. Of course I did. I stood next to the bed and slapped Dustin’s ass as hard as I could. It left a bright red handprint, but paled in comparison to the fabric of the hot pink thong. The guy slapped the other cheek and said, “Do you like that slut? Do you like when your wife spanks you? Are you her little sex slave too?” Dustin nodded and I could see his body shaking with anticipation.



I handed the guy the bottle of lube from beside the bed and he told me to lie down on my back, with my pussy in Dustin’s face. Dustin instinctively started licking away at my clit. It felt amazing. I didn’t know how much I could handle with seeing him about to get fucked, and having him lick my pussy. Then I felt his body tighten. His hands started squeezing my hips. I looked down and the guy was rubbing the head of his dick against Dustin’s virgin ass. “Relax,” I whispered to him. I watched the guy’s face as his cock slipped into Dustin’s ass. Then I looked at Dustin’s face, he winced. “It’s fine,” I told him. “You’ll love it.” The guy wasted no time burying his cock deep into Dustin’s ass. In response, Dustin buried his face in my pussy. I wasn’t sure which one was making me hotter. As the guy pushed his dick slowly in and out of Dustin’s ass, I could feel him moaning against my clit. With every push, Dustin would pull my hips closer to him and dig his tongue deeper into me. It was driving me insane. I couldn’t take it anymore and I could feel my juices squirting into Dustin’s mouth. He drank them without hesitating. The guy was still pounding Dustin’s ass, harder and faster now. I slid down between his legs and took Dustin’s hard cock into my mouth. With every thrust into his ass, Dustin shoved his cock farther down my throat. I tried not to gag, but his dick was so hard and so far down my throat it was hard not to.



I reached around and slapped his ass a couple more times, never taking my mouth off his dick. I could feel the guy’s body tightening against the back of my hand and I knew he was about to cum. Then he grabbed Dustin’s hips, pulled him hard against his dick, and I pumped Dustin’s ass full of cum. That sent Dustin over the edge and he blew his on load down my throat and all over my face. “Now clean her up,” the guy said. And Dustin did just as he was told. He slid down to onto his knees next to me and licked all the cum from my face. He swallowed every single drop of it, then I licked across his lips to give him the last taste of cum from my mouth.



Maybe I don’t hate surprises so much anymore.

As always, let me know what you think!



*



He had cum without permission and now she wasn’t going to let him stop. It wasn’t just women who could reach multiple orgasms; it was just that for men like Ryan, it was painful. Knowing that he was sensitive and that he didn’t want any more stimulation, she roughly jacked him off. Ryan moaned and complained, begging her to stop. Fed up with his complaints, she withdrew the dildo from his ass and shoved it in his mouth instead. It kept him quiet while she forced his balls to give up all of their cum. When she finally finished, his dick was so sensitive that it jumped at the lightest touch. Anna left it alone for awhile and turned her attention to the boy it was attached to.



She gently fucked his mouth with the dildo for a moment, then pulled it out. Ryan coughed and spit and tried to get rid of the taste. She gave him a hard slap. “Be more respectful! I gave you a taste of your ass even as you were disobeying me by cumming!” Admittedly, she had forced him to cum with intense prostate stimulation…but that was the fun of it. Ryan whimpered and didn’t apologize. “You insolent little bastard,” she accused. She partially untied him and flipped him over on the bed. The puddle of cum on his stomach began to soak into the mattress instead. God, she loved seeing him so vulnerable like this. His sensitive cock ached at the sensation of being pressed into the mattress with the weight of his own body.



Tying him up on his stomach, she disappeared for a few minutes. Exhausted by tonight’s activities so far, he started to doze. His eyes were closed when he heard her re-enter. Hoping she would just come lie down and fall asleep with him, Ryan was totally startled by what happened instead.



Thwack!



The paddle landed squarely on his left ass cheek, forcing his sensitive cock hard into the mattress and leaving a stinging sensation on his bottom. “Ow!” he yelped.



“I think you mean, ‘Thank you Mistress’,” Anna replied with a smirk as she brought the paddle down again. She loved seeing the red marks that appeared and faded. With each slap of the paddle, they faded a little less. She applied the strokes to each side of his ass. “God, I love your bubble butt,” she told him. “I know someone else who will love it too.” He didn’t understand the comment at first, and anyway, he was too preoccupied with the paddling. Anna paddled him a couple more times before asking, “Have you been counting my spankings? I was only going to try twenty on you, since it’s your first night.”



Ryan groaned. “No Mistress, I didn’t count.”



“Well then let’s start over.”



And she did. At this point, the spankings came harder, but she made them unpredictably far apart or close together. Ryan shuddered and moaned softly as he felt his cock stirring beneath him. Sore and abused as it was, somehow he was still getting turned on. When they finally reached twenty strokes, she put the paddle away. She rubbed a hand over his reddened ass, loving the raw, roughened texture of his beaten skin. “Beautiful,” she sighed contently. “Well my slave, it’s time for bed. You have a long day ahead of you. I’ve got all kinds of fun planned out.” She made him get down on the floor, chained one of his ankles to the bed to keep him from leaving, and then fell asleep in her bed.



*



After an uneventful breakfast (except for the fact that they were both naked), Anna disappeared into her bedroom. She didn’t cuff him; he’d made it clear that he wanted to stay, even if his ass did hurt so much that he could barely sit down. He’d made a deal, he’d kind of enjoyed himself, and besides, he was a bit scared of what she would do if he left. She had that video of him, after all.



When Anna re-emerged, she was dressed casually, as if for a day of shopping. In a flowy short skirt and an off-the-shoulder top, she looked cute and casual. Her hair was pulled up in a ponytail, but as always, she wore her bright red lipstick. She was wearing stiletto heels as well. He felt his balls tingle at the memory of her heel pressing into his sack. “Are we going out?” he asked, quickly adding, “Mistress?”



Anna nodded. “Your clothing for the day is in my room. No arguments. Go put it on. I laid it out for you on the bed.” Ryan curiously ventured into her room and was dismayed at what he found: a pair of hopelessly threadbare denim short shorts, a black lacy thong, and one of Anna’s t-shirts, a small hot pink number that read “Fuck Me” in bejeweled black letters across the front. Ryan struggled into the clothing. The shirt barely fit over his chest: his nipples stuck out against the fabric. He had trouble with the thong; there was hardly enough fabric to tuck his cock into and he wasn’t even hard. And when he finally got the shorts past his thighs and buttoned and zipped them, his cock formed an obscene bulge at the crotch. He would have said he looked flamboyantly gay, but no self-respecting gay man would have dressed in this ensemble.



Ryan blushingly returned to Anna’s side in the living room. She looked him over, smirked, and then led the way outside. He felt like he was going to pop out of the shorts with every step. He kept looking down to make sure his cock was still restrained. She instructed him to drive and they got in her car. He wasn’t sure where they were going, but the whole way there, she rubbed his cock through the shorts. From an obscene bulge, it was now a lewd, vivid impression of his cock, pressed to the fabric of the thong and shorts, nearly ready to pop out the leg of the shorts. When they finally arrived and he looked around, he realized that they were at the mall a few miles away from the college. It wasn’t the closest one; most college students went to one nearer the college. But there was still a slight chance of meeting someone they knew. He was terrified.



Anna got out of the car and indicated for him to follow. He stayed close, trying to hide his erection by walking close behind her. His ass was nearly hanging out of the shorts. As they began to stroll through the mall (and Anna kept a leisurely pace), people stared and murmured. Mothers drew their children quickly away, older observers expressed disgust at ‘young people today.’ Finally, Anna stepped inside a small store. Belatedly, Ryan realized it was a popular local lingerie store. Anna clearly knew the clerks there from the way they greeted her. “This is my latest boy, Ryan,” she told them, pulling him forward. Just then, a young man entered from the back room. He was a rugged kind of handsome, all strong jaw and stubble.



“He’s our latest boy,” a salesgirl whispered to Anna. With a smirk, Anna pushed Ryan to a waiting salesgirl. “Take him to fitting room 3 to try on some panties of his own. Make sure no one else is back there.”



The salesgirl liked Ryan instantly. He was cute and obedient…She slipped her hand to his crotch in the dressing room. “Let me help you out of those pants,” she said with a smile. He didn’t protest, unsure what Mistress Anna wanted. The salesgirl stripped off his shorts and smiled interestedly at his cock in the black thong. Pre-cum made a wet spot against the fabric and he blushed. “Here, try these on. Anna likes to see her boys in these,” the girl said. But as soon as he’d removed Anna’s lacy thong, the salesgirl was twisting her hand up and down his cock.



By the time Anna ventured back to the dressing rooms, leading the new male clerk by his tie, the salesgirl had given Ryan a handjob leading to an erection of massive proportions. “Oops.” she giggled, and slipped out as Anna and the new boy came in. “I told you he’d need a punishment,” Anna reminded the new clerk. Paul, as was his name, smiled at her. “You were right, dear.” Ryan noticed that he didn’t have to call her Mistress.



“Ryan, bend over. Facing away from us. Yes, let Paul see your pretty ass.” Ryan obediently turned and bent over, his legs apart. He blushed as Paul slid a hand over his reddened ass cheeks. “Nice job,” the man complimented. Ryan heard a zipper but didn’t dare look up. Paul’s hand remained on his ass. As slurping sounds began, Mistress evidently giving the lucky man a blowjob, Paul directed some of his fingers into Ryan’s asshole. Finally, Mistress stood up and Paul asked, “Ryan, what does your shirt say?”



“Fuck me?”



“Sure.” And with that, Paul rammed his cock into Ryan’s ass. He wasn’t as long as Ryan, but he was thicker and it hurt. Ryan moaned but Mistress told him to shush. She sat down on the bench in the dressing room and spread her legs in front of Ryan’s face. She wasn’t wearing panties. Ryan, torn between enjoying the sensations and resisting, buried his face in Mistress Anna’s pussy. She held his head to her cunt and dug her fingers into his hair. Paul’s hips were thrusting Ryan’s body back and forth, in and out of Anna’s crotch. Reaching underneath, Paul rubbed Ryan’s cock. “Don’t you dare cum, slave,” Anna panted and Ryan tried to resist. He humped Paul’s hand until Paul finally let go, instead grabbing Ryan’s hips and pulling him back onto Paul’s cock as Paul started to cum.



Ryan collapsed on the floor when Anna let go of him, satisfied. Cum leaked out of his ass. “Put your clothes back on,” she instructed him and waved to Paul as he left the cubicle. But even with the thong and shorts on, cum leaked down Ryan’s thighs. His cock bulged rudely and precum dripped from it, creating a large wet spot on his shorts.



It was just like this that Mistress Anna made him walk through the mall at her leisurely pace, all the way out to the car.



To be continued…

“Although the scene and characters in this story are still in high school they are all 18 years or older.”



*



Jill stopped at the end of the driveway. “Maybe I should go back and let Rob take me home. It is late and dark. No, I don’t want to see him right now, maybe not for a long while.” With that she started down the street toward home, about three blocks away.



Unbeknownst to Jill, Enrique and his gang were sitting around the corner. They had been out cruising and just happened to see her come out of the house. As she started down the street they went down another street so they could get behind her. When they were in position Burl and Ken got out of the car silently approaching her from behind.



Suddenly she felt strong hands on her and a cloth was forced over her nose and mouth. It only took a few seconds for the chloroform to render her unconscious. Her body went limp in the arms of her unseen attackers. At that moment a car came alongside with the rear door opening to enable Ken and Burl to get in with their captive.



“It looks like we have fresh pussy! I do believe we are going to see how this bitch likes to get drilled by a Mexican cock,” gloated Enrique.



“Where to boss?” asked Chuck who was driving.



“To the Barn,” Enrique replied. His uncle had a farm on the outskirts of town. There was a barn on the far reaches of the property that had not been used for years once his uncle cut back on farming the land himself. He told Enrique he and his friends could use it for their activities.



“Damn is that nice!” came from the rear.



“Ken and Burl you can feel the broad up but no more. You all will get a crack at her. And, I do believe, she will enjoy the experience. Especially after fucking that loser she is dating.” You can feel her up but only through her clothes.”



“Aw boss!’ said Ken, “We want to see her tits and cunt.”



“All in due time boys, we all will see her in her birthday suit!”



Rob had second thoughts about letting Jill walk home at this hour. “I am going to find Jill and see she gets home safe,” he told Kurt and Joan. He saw they we playing with each other’s bodies as he spoke.



Rob got in his van, but as he backed out of the driveway and turned to go down the street, his headlights picked out something on the sidewalk. He stopped and got out to look with a feeling of foreboding. His fears were confirmed when he found one of Jill’s shoes.



“That fucking Enrique!” he yelled and ran back to the house.



“What’s wrong!” asked Kurt and Joan when he came rushing in. They we still on the floor, as naked as they were when he left, although Joan put her hand down to cover her pussy.



“Jill has been kidnapped, probably by that sleaze ball Enrique and his gang. Kurt call John and see where they hang out, Joan, you call the linemen and I will call the rest of the offense. Only call two and ask them to call the others. We will meet at the Burger Barn in a half an hour.”



Enrique and his gang arrived at the Barn. Burl and Ken carried the still unconscious Jill into the facility.



“Oh goody!” exclaimed Monica, “Finally some pussy to lick. I am tired of constantly sucking on cock.”



“What do you want us to do with her?” asked Burl.



“Just lay her on the floor for a minute. Ken, come with me.” Enrique led him over to a corner and pulled a tarp off an object. “Help me get this out in the center of the room.”



“Now strip the bitch down to her underwear, no farther,” ordered Enrique. This was done rapidly with dispatch. “Monica, pull her bra straps off her shoulders.”



When all the preparations had been made, he ordered her placed in the apparatus they had brought out. Enrique then directed Chuck to revive Jill with a dose of smelling salts. After a few minutes she started coughing and her eyes opened.



When her senses returned, she admonished Enrique. “You bastard! Let me go! Now!” she screamed.



Jill tried to move her limbs and discovered she couldn’t move. That is when she saw she was fastened into a rack like device. Now she started to get worried. Her wrists and ankles were fastened to the inside frame with a strap around her midriff which minimized any movement.



“OK, you’ve had your fun. Now get me out of this thing, give me my clothes and let me go.”



“Quite the contrary,” stated Enrique, “remove her bra, Monica. She went around behind Jill and released the hooks.



Jill’s bra fell to the floor exposing her breasts to the gang.



“Oh No!” Jill thought. “I am really in trouble!”



“Look at those knockers!” exclaimed Chuck as Enrique stepped up and took a breast in each hand. He started massaging them paying particular attention to her nipples and then roughly squeezed them drawing a cry from Jill.



“Everyone gets a feel now, but make it snappy, “Enrique said. The rest of the gang took turns massaging her breasts with the other guys being gentle compared to Enrique’s brutality. However, Monica was rougher than Enrique had been which brought tears to her eyes.



Enrique stepped forward and took each nipple in his mouth and sucked and licked with his tongue. The rest followed in turn. Jill was ashamed as her body began responding to the filthy animals.



When Monica had finished her ministrations, which were the best, thought Jill, Enrique appeared. He raised his hand, there was a click and the blade from a switchblade popped out. She really got scared when he placed the blade on her left breast, just under the nipple.



“I can really mess up your life, so don’t do anything stupid,” he said as he slowly slid the knife around the nipple. His touch was soft so no damage was done.



“It tickles though,” she thought, “how I am going to be a threat tied up like this.”



Enrique moved the knife down to the side of her bikini panties, slipped the blade under the fabric, cut the strip and her panties fell away leaving her completely exposed to everyone. Jill was mortified. Other than Kurt earlier this evening she had been seen naked by no other man but Rob.



“Look at that beaver!” Bobby said.



Jill was surprised when Enrique released a lever whereby her body was turned to the horizontal facing the ceiling. Another lever moved her to a higher level. And yet another pulled her legs completely apart causing her pussy to open up giving everyone an unobstructed view. Another adjustment was made and her pussy was elevated and her head lowered slightly. This put her pussy in position to be licked. Enrique did the honors followed by the rest of the gang. Monica spent as much time as all others combined. Jill was panting by the time they were done. Enrique then stepped between her legs slipping a finger into her.



“I’ll be damned!” he exclaimed, “This cunt is still a virgin!”



Jill was then rotated 180 degrees where her breasts pointed toward the floor (She was then slightly inclined where her head was above her feet).A few seconds later she saw all the guys were naked. Enrique approached her with a dildo in his hand. He made another adjustment to the apparatus which bent her legs at the knees as though she was kneeling. He went behind her spread her lips and slipped the object into her vagina. “Bitch you are going to give us all complete blow jobs. If you try to bite our dicks, Monica will take your virginity with that piece of plastic. You are going to lose it tonight, the only question is how.”



Enrique came around with his cock inches from Jill’s face. She knew what was about to happen and tears came to her eyes. He pushed the tip against her lips and when she didn’t open Monica wiggled the dildo in her pussy causing her to open up and take him in. It didn’t take long for him to come and Chuck took his place, then others followed.



Meanwhile, Rob met the team in the Burger Barn parking lot. John told them about the barn and gave them directions to it. “There are nine of us, so let’s take three separate cars. I appreciate you guys coming out on such short notice, but that bastard has my girlfriend and will do nasty things to her unless we get there quickly.”



“Shouldn’t we call the police?” John asked.



“I will, once we are at the place. As we have no direct evidence they are actually there, or that, in fact they are Jill’s kidnappers, I think the police will take too long in acting. Also, I want to teach Enrique a lesson he will never forget. Let’s roll. Joan, you take my car back to the house and wait for us there,” Rob said as he tossed her his car keys.



At that the small caravan headed out to rescue Jill.



Jill was working on the last blowjob and glad for it as her jaw and mouth were becoming quite sore. It didn’t help that the cock she was servicing was Ken’s. When he came to her she reacted adversely as she didn’t want to suck a black cock. This was partially due to her parent’s attitude toward black people. She almost lost her virginity to the dildo, but took him in and started sucking. He was by far the biggest of the guys. This stretched her sore mouth even further. He finally came and withdrew with his cum added to the others.



“OK, bitch. Now you are going to lose you virginity to a Mexican cock.”



“Wait a minute, I haven’t had my turn yet!” said Monica. “You better keep that fake dick in her for a while because I don’t think she has ever tasted good pussy.”



Jill could not believe her ears. Her brain screamed, “Good girls don’t do that!” Monica walked around front and put her pussy close to Jill’s face. “Now you are going to learn to eat pussy, remember what I did earlier? You are going to return the favor. Ken and Burl, please come here and lift me up so she can eat me real good.”



The two goons came over. They lifted Monica up with their hands under her shoulders and thighs. They spread her thighs so Jill would be unobstructed and lifted Monica’s pussy to Jill’s mouth. She was repulsed, but felt Enrique pushing the dildo deeper so she started licking. Monica gave her instructions as to what she wanted and soon Jill was lapping Monica’s cum juices.



“This wasn’t so bad,” Jill thought. Under different circumstances, I think I might have actually enjoyed it.”



Her thoughts were interrupted by movement of the dildo out of her pussy. She felt spasms in her hole from the time it had been in there. Enrique again turned her body over so she was facing the ceiling, straightened her legs somewhat and increased the spread.



“I want to see the look in your eyes when I pop your cherry, bitch! Now you are going to get fucked by a Mexican cock and I hope you are not on birth control so you will have a bebé mexicano poco.” With that she felt his hand opening her lips and the tip of his dick at the mouth of her cunt. Jill started to cry when she felt the cock entering her and knew nothing would save her virginity now.



Suddenly the door exploded inward and there was a rush of bodies with a lot of shouting. She felt Enrique withdrawing for the fatal plunge when suddenly his cock was no longer there. She heard grunts, cursing and blows but couldn’t see what was happening as most of the action was outside her view. When quiet was restored she was worried, but then she heard Rob’s voice.



“Everything is OK now honey,” he said as he came into her view. She started crying harder than she had all night. “Kurt, let’s get this contraption stood up so we can get her out of it without killing her. They got the rack they got the rack flipped over and laid down so that they could unfasten the restraints. Jill fell into Rob’s arms. “You are safe now baby. I will never allow anything like this to happen to you again.” Rob stated with conviction.”That bastard will never hurt you or any other girl again. I made sure of that when I smashed his balls.” Rob hugged her close to him and let her release her tears of relief.



“Here are her clothes, but her panties look like they were cut off so she will have to go without unless she wants to wear the other girl’s.”



“Definitely not,” Jill spat, “I will go commando.” Kurt handed her bra to her, but she decided not wear it either, “My breasts are extremely tender from all the pinching, biting and squeezing these scum did tonight. Just give me my dress.” Just as she got her dress on, the police arrived.



They answered all the questions posed by the police. Then partially demonstrated how the apparatus worked. Jill explained how she was strapped in the apparatus. A policewoman took Jill to the hospital for examination. Pictures were taken of her wounds and abrasions with Jill’s consent. The lady officer told her that the gang would be out of commission for a very long time based on the evidence. She also praised the boys for their actions, but admonished them, telling them that it had been foolhardy to go chasing after the gang without help. She did grudgingly agree that the police would have been too late to prevent more harm to Jill.



*



To be continued…



Thanks to Destiny Parker for editorial assistance.

I was alone on Christmas Eve. Shit. I poured myself another glass of wine, and flopped down on the couch. Flipping through channels on the TV, I settled on a romantic movie that was playing on the women’s channel. It made me cry, and I threw the remote on the floor in disgust.



I looked at the clock, again. It was only 7:30. A long, lonely night lay ahead of me. There was a yellow legal pad and marker on the coffee table in front of me. An idea formed in my head and I giggled.



“I must be a little drunk.” I said to Bubbles, my pet goldfish. He didn’t answer, he just swam in an endless circle, oblivious to my distress. Picking up the pad and pen, I set to work.



“Dear Santa,” I wrote at the top. The end of the pen found its way into my mouth and I chewed on it while I thought about what I wanted to say. Then, I continued.



“All I want for Christmas this year is a night of really hot sex with a nice, cute guy. If he had big muscles and long hair, that would be great. Oh, I wouldn’t mind if he had a decent sized dick. Not too big, though. Let’s say eight inches. And an earring, I like guys with earrings. Maybe a few tattoos. You know the kind of guy I like, sweet, but a little dangerous looking.”



Since I was making a list of demands, I figured it wouldn’t hurt to be really specific.



“Can he have dark hair, and blue eyes? With long eyelashes and nice full lips. Make him a really good kisser, too. Gentle, but strong. Tall, let’s say around 6 feet, with six pack abs and a tight butt. Please make him the kind of guy who can look past the fact that I need to lose twenty pounds. If he shows up with a bottle of champagne and chocolate covered strawberries, that would be fine with me.



I have been a pretty good girl this year. I volunteered at the food pantry a few times, and I helped my next door neighbor shovel her walk yesterday. Well, I did steal a few pens from the office, but that hardly seems a reason to put coal in someone’s stocking, right? If you are looking for someone to put on your naughty list, please consider my ex boyfriend, Brad, who cheated on me with my best friend Mindy. Can you believe I caught him fucking her in his car? The rat bastard.



Thanks for listening, Santa. I hope you have a very Merry Christmas, and that Mrs. Claus gives you a really good blowjob when you get back home.



Love always, Grace.”



I folded up the paper. A tear rolled off my chin and left a small wet stain on the letter. For extra luck, I gave it a kiss, then found an envelope and stamp. Once I had it ready to go, I pulled on my winter boots and walked to the mailbox that was on the corner. I sighed, then dropped the letter into the slot.



A light snow was falling, covering my neighborhood with a layer of sparkling diamond dust. It did nothing to lighten my dreary mood, however, and I trudged back to my townhouse. I poured myself another glass of wine, and watched a rerun of House. As I fantasized about Hugh Laurie, I must have drifted off to sleep.



I awoke to a soft, jingling sound. I sat up with a start. My ears picked up the sound of a small thud by the fireplace, and then I heard a tiny voice.



“Damn it, people need to watch where they put these fucking extension cords.”



“Who’s there?” I demanded. I scanned the room for a possible weapon. All I had was a black Sharpie. Shit. Shit, shit, shit.



“Grace?” the tiny voice answered. I shrieked behind my hands. “Don’t be afraid, I’m from the North Pole.”



“What?” I figured I was dreaming. Or drunk. Or both. There was a half glass of wine sitting on the coffee table and I chugged it down. A pair of tiny hands appeared, they were gripping the edge of the coffee table. Then, a tiny face appeared.



“Little help?” Stunned, I reached out my index finger. The little guy hoisted himself up on to the table and waved at me. “H! I’m Trip. Nice to meet you.”



I closed my eyes, then opened them. He was still there. “I’m dreaming.” I said to him.



“No, you’re not. Santa got your letter. You wanted a night of really hot sex with a cute guy, right? Well, here I am!”



“Um, wow, that’s great, but, I don’t know how to say this, but, you’re tiny. I wanted a guy with an eight inch penis, emphasis on the word penis.”



He scratched his head, then pulled my letter out of his tiny pocket. His lips moved as he read it over. “Oh. My bad.” He put the paper back in his pocket.



“One second.”



He very dramatically pushed a red button that was on his belt buckle. The air in front of me wavered and shimmered, and suddenly, there was a normal sized man standing on my coffee table.



I leaned back and stared at him. “Got a button that makes anything else bigger?” I asked.



“Oh, honey, I don’t need a magic button for that.” he said with a smirk.



He grinned at me, and my insides turned to jello. He was just what I’d asked for. Tall and fit, with long dark brown hair that fell around his face in perfect waves. He had sparkly blue eyes, framed with thick lashes and full lips. He was wearing tight jeans, cowboy boots and a dark green sweater that hugged his chest. Perfectly yummy in every way.



“Check this out.” He pulled his hair back and revealed a diamond stud in his left earlobe. “Just got this today, I’ve always wanted one.”



“Sexy. Very sexy.” I suddenly felt very self conscious in my ratty sweatshirt and fleece pajama bottoms. He seemed to read my mind. With a wave of his hand, my outfit turned into a sexy red nightie with white fake fur trim and crotchless panties. It barely covered my boobs, and I felt like a wanton sex goddess. It was very awesome.



“There, now don’t you feel more festive?”



“Yes, thank you.” I ran my fingers through my hair and it was perfectly curled. I even had lipstick on.



“Oh, one more thing.” Another wave of his hand and a bottle of champagne and tray of chocolate covered strawberries appeared on the table. He poured a glass for each of us. “To Christmas wishes.” he said as we clinked glasses.



“This is the best dream I’ve ever had.” I said as I sipped my champagne.



“Not a dream, Grace, this is real. Santa has a weakness for broken hearted horny girls.” He sat closer to me on the couch. “Speaking of which, how horny are you?”



“I’m so wet I’m leaving a puddle on the couch.” I said.



Trip chugged his champagne and threw the glass over his shoulder. It disappeared before it hit the ground.



“Let me feel.” He flashed a wicked smile, then ran his fingers over my crotch. I spread my legs and he grazed my clit with his thumb. I shivered. He leaned over and licked my bottom lip, then kissed me. I put my fingers in his silky hair and pulled him close. We tongue kissed while he fingered my wet snatch. “Yeah, that’s nice and juicy.”



He leaned over and brushed his lips over my nipple, making it firm up. He teased it with his tongue, then sucked it gently. I moaned in the back of my throat, softly, as hot lust spread over my body. I slid my ass down a little to make it easier for his fingers to play with my pussy. He rubbed my clit with his thumb, and massaged the inside of my vag with his index finger. Slowly, firmly, it set me on fire. His mouth found my other nipple, and he pulled it against his tongue.



“That’s so nice.” I moaned.



“You’re so sexy, Grace. Cum for me, right now.” He rubbed a little harder and I felt my climax build. I threw my head back as a throbbing orgasm shook me to my core.



“Oh, yes, Trip, yes.” I shuddered as I came, and his mouth moved up to mine. He kissed me until I relaxed again.



“Well, that was a nice beginning.” He moved his fingers from my snatch and licked them. “Tasty, baby, very tasty.”



I pulled at his clothes. “Take them off!” He snapped his fingers, and he was instantly naked. To my great delight, his upper arms were covered in beautiful tattoos. He also had a wreath tattooed around his belly button. His right nipple was pierced, an extra treat I couldn’t help but get giddy over.



“Holy shit, you’re hot! Come here, I need to suck that big, beautiful dick.” At my instruction he knelt on the couch, straddling my thighs so that his delectable cock was right in front of my face. I grabbed his firm ass and ran my tongue all over his cock and balls. He tasted sweet, with a faint hint of peppermint. The head of his prick felt so good under my tongue and I licked it like a candy cane.



“That’s fantastic.” Trip moaned. “Your tongue is magical.”



“Sweetie, I’m just getting warmed up.” Having such a delicious cock in my mouth was enough of a treat, but when it was attached to such a scorching hottie, well, let’s just say I was pretty fucking happy. I lifted his shaft and sucked his smooth scrotum into my mouth, and massaged his balls with my tongue. The smooth area between his ass and cock got a nice rub with my greedy fingers. He was so clean, and smelled so good, I even slipped a finger further back and teased his asshole.



“Fuuuuuuck! You’re the most amazing woman I’ve ever met.”



I blushed, and then sucked his long dick into my mouth, still teasing his ass with my fingers. His cock was heavenly, smooth and hard, I loved the feel of it as it slipped in and out of my mouth. Spit was running down his balls, I was drooling over him so hard.



“I could suck you all night, you’re so delicious.” I said.



“You’re making me cum, angel.”



“Cum in my mouth, let me taste you.” His balls twitched beneath my fingers as his cock erupted against my tongue. It was the perfect amount, and I lapped it up hungrily. His cum tasted like gingerbread. “Yummy.” I swirled my tongue around the head, making sure I found every delicious drop. A tiny stream dribbled down my chin, I scooped it up with my finger, then licked it off while I looked up at him.



“You are so fucking sexy, I’m going to die,” he said. I put my hands on his lower back and hugged him. My face was against his rock hard abs. I couldn’t help but lick his adorable belly button, and suck the pierced nipple.



“My turn,” he said and in a blink, we were in my bed. He pushed me back against the pillows and kissed my lips. I gripped his strong shoulders and then stroked his back with my fingernails, softly. He was making low, breathy sounds in the back of his throat.



“Trip, your body is so gorgeous, I can’t get my hands on it fast enough.”



“Take you time, baby, we have hours,” he said. I giggled with delight and wrapped my legs around him as we tongue kissed. He moved his lips over to my neck, and kissed down to my shoulder. He slid the nightie off over my head.



“You are so beautiful, Grace, your skin is perfect. I have a weakness for redheads, and those green eyes, oh, man. This is my lucky fuckin’ day.” He cupped my breasts and kissed each one. “Did I mention how incredible your boobs are? So full and round, with these perfect nipples. My cock is so fucking hard. Damn.”



Shivers went up my spine as he nibbled on my skin. Lower and lower, his mouthed moved slowly, until it reached my hips. His tongue licked over my hip bone, as his thumbs massaged my inner thighs. Inside, I thanked myself for giving my pubic hair a nice trim that morning. I felt very neat and tidy.



Trip put my legs over his broad shoulders and slid his hands under my ass. He lifted my clit up to his mouth and sucked it firmly. The sight of his handsome face between my legs left me breathless. I watched in fascination as his tongue flicked over my throbbing pussy. My back arched and I moaned loudly. His thumb slid up inside my snatch, sending waves of pleasure all the way down to my toes. I got lost in another strong orgasm as my clit vibrated under his talented tongue. He smiled at me, then kissed the inside of my leg.



“That was amazing.” I could barely get the words out, I was in such rapture. He slid my legs off his shoulders, then laid next to me. Leaning up on my elbow, I slid my fingers up and down his muscular chest. I couldn’t help but notice his cock was hard and pointing straight up. He saw me looking at it.



“Yeah, I’m hard again. It’s your hot body, baby. I could go all night.” My fingers gripped it and I stroked it.



“I want you to fuck me with this big dick. You ready for that?”



“Fuck, yeah! How would you like it?” I had him sit up with his back against the headboard. I straddled him, and slid my pussy down on his long, hard pole. It fit perfectly in my snatch and I slid up and down on it, savoring the silky hardness as it massaged me inside.



“Oh, that’s so fucking good. Fuck me, baby,” he said as he put his head back and groaned. His eyes were closed in ecstasy, and his lips were so wet. I ran my thumb over his bottom lip, then sucked it into my mouth. We kissed as I rode his cock like a carnival ride. I pulled away from his lips and directed my nipple into his mouth. He nibbled on it, then sucked it hard. My fingers tangled themselves in his hair.



He pushed me back so that he could get at my clit with his fingers. My pussy clenched around his cock, making him moan louder still. I squeezed and squeezed him inside me, until he was crying out my name.



“Grace, oh, Grace, don’t stop, it’s so good.” I leaned back on my hands, and he pumped his hips, pulling his dick in and out at a perfect pace. I felt my orgasm building, and felt his cock throbbing inside. We both came at the same moment, in a burst of heat. I swear I saw fireworks. It was amazing.



“Oh, Trip, I needed that so much, thank you.” We stretched out on the bed together and I put my head on his chest.



“No, baby, thank you. I can’t remember when I’ve had this much fun. Man, I really owe Santa one for sending me here. Damn, he must really have appreciated all my hard work in the toy factory this year. How else could I have scored such an awesome assignment as this?”



“Do you really look like this all the time?”



“Yeah. Except for the earring. Funny story. I was checking over the sleigh, and Santa was looking at me, with a funny look on his face. Then he asked me if I had any tats. I was like ‘yeah, lots.’ Then he smiled and broke out into a ‘ho, ho, ho’ and patted me on the back. He said he had a special assignment for me, in Chicago. Then he said ‘But, you have to get your ear pierced first, is that okay?’ I said ‘Yeah, that’s cool’, so Mrs. Claus took care of it. Then, I borrowed one of the mini sleighs and flew to your roof. I had to shrink to fit down the chimney.”



I giggled, and kissed his sweet lips. After a brief rest, I leaned over the bed and he fucked me doggy style. We did it again on the stairs, then once more on the kitchen floor. I was so spent, I could barely move. Trip carried me back upstairs and laid me in my bed. He pulled me into his arms and played with my hair.



Between his gentle fingers, his body heat, and the sheer exhaustion from having so many orgasms, I drifted off to sleep. When I woke up the next morning, I was wearing brand new red silk pajamas. I sat up and stretched. There was a note on the bed. It said:



Dear Grace,



I couldn’t bear to wake you, you were sleeping so peacefully, and looked so pretty.



Last night was amazing! I can barely walk today, but it was worth it! If you’re not busy New Years Eve, I would love to bring you up to the North Pole for a scorching party. Nobody rings in the new year like a bunch of drunken elves. I can pick you up at 8:00, dress warm!



Love, Trip



PS: Look under your tree!



I hugged the letter to my chest and squealed with joy. Then I leaped out of bed and ran to the living room. There were at least a dozen packages under the tree, all with beautiful ribbons and bows attached. My phone rang, and I checked the caller ID. It was Brad. I let the machine get it.



His voice came over the tiny speaker. He sounded pissed.



“Grace, I can’t believe you would stoop so low! Sending me two hundred fruitcakes by UPS was one thing, but then having my car buried under a pile of coal, you went to far! You’ll be hearing from my lawyer!” I laughed until my sides hurt.



“Thank you, Santa!” I shouted.

I lay there in the dark, moaning.



Hovering, down between my legs, was Jessica, the ghost who had turned me into such a slut, applying her talented tongue to my pussy.



“Mmm,” I moaned, “It’s almost as if you get better at this every night.”



Jessica briefly pulled back, “Your pussy is just so sweet, maybe the best I’ve ever had. Now just lay back and relax…”



The sexy spirit licked her lips, or at least the supernatural equivalent, then got back to work.



After a pair of explosive orgasms, Jessica reluctantly released me. As I attempted to catch my breath, Jessica materialized above me, her face just inches from mine. We shared a wet, passionate kiss.



“Jessica, I was wondering something,” I said, when she eventually pulled back, “It’s been a week now since the orgy, aren’t you feeling… bored?”



Jessica grinned, “You’re really getting to know me. Actually, I would like something from you, I’ve just been waiting for a good opportunity to bring it up.”



I seductively ran a hand down the side of my body, “Ask away.”



“I have someone new I want you to meet. Someone I’ve been watching in my spare time.”



“Will I get to fuck her?”



“Most certainly, but I want things to go a little differently this time. You will have to do some role play.”



I let out a soft giggle, “How kinky. How do we start?”



Jessica floated down the bed until her face was positioned between my thighs once more, “I’ll need to knock you out I’m afraid, I want this to be a surprise.”



I looked down at the translucent beauty, “Will this hurt?”



Jessica’s seductive laugh filled the air.



“I very much doubt it. Have you ever cum so hard that you passed out?”



I opened my mouth to respond but only managed a cry of pleasure.



I have no idea how long I was out, and Jessica had apparently moved me. The new room I found myself in was dark and dirty, the windowless brick walls revealed nothing about my location.



I was still wearing my black silk negligee, Jessica had returned my panties at least. I gingerly stretched and absorbed the strange situation. There was a large, solid looking door built into one wall, I got up off of the cold cement and approached.



The room was deadly silent. If I was still in the city then it must have been soundproofed. I gave the door a hard push, it didn’t move. I was really trapped.



Somewhat unnerved, I turned back to my prison. Now that my eyes had adjusted to the dark, I realized I had missed something. Or someone, I should say.



She was passed out against the wall, not all that far from where I woke up. Her long blonde hair had been carefully arranged, although it was just a little messy now. Her makeup was perfect, her ruby red lips drew attention to her pretty little mouth. Most surprisingly, she was wearing a wedding dress! The white silk billowed out below her, hiding her legs, but her arms were mostly bare. She was showing a lot of cleavage. I silently approached.



I watched her chest rise and fall as she breathed. Her skin was beautiful, I was deeply tempted to try and get a more intimate look.



A soft cough. Her eyes fluttered briefly then half opened. She let out a gasp of fear.



“Where am I?”



I glanced back at the door, “I don’t know.”



She shifted her position until her back was firmly against the wall, “What is this, did you kidnap me?”



I took a step back, “No. I’m just as confused as you are at the moment.”



It was only half a lie.



For a moment she glared at me, but my state of undress seemed to make me look less suspicious.



“What do you remember happening last? How did you end up in here?” I asked, with genuine interest.



The stranger rubbed her forehead, “I was in my mother’s car, on the way to my wedding. It was early, I might have dozed off for a moment. That’s everything. How could this have happened?”



I silently sat down next to her, keeping my knees together as much as possible to retain some dignity.



“I’m sorry, I don’t know any more than you do.”



We quietly sat there, every so often stealing a sideways glance at one another.



“I guess this must be some kind of professional kidnapping?” she muttered, “My fiancé is pretty successful, he could probably pay a ransom. How about you…?”



“Maria,” I responded.



“I’m April.”



“Well, April, I have a feeling this won’t be too bad.”



“I can’t say I’m as optimistic as you.”



“Oh, uh… yeah, this is a terrible situation to be in.”



I had a good idea of exactly where this situation was supposed to go.



We let the silence last for a half hour or so. Finally, she pulled back the bottom of her dress and removed her white heels, I took a good, long look at her stockinged legs.



April sighed, “I guess I might as well be comfortable.”



I could tell she wasn’t quite as brave as she wanted me to think.



I reached out and put a hand on her bare shoulder, “Are you sure you’re all right?” I whispered.



April shuddered, then broke out in tears, “Oh God, what will happen to us? I’m supposed to be on my honeymoon right now!”



I slid closer and ran my free hand around to her back. The tears flowed, but she calmed down, just a little. I gently held her and stroked her arm.



By the time she has finished her mascara had started to run. I carefully wiped her tears away. She still looked amazing.



“I’m so sorry,” she mumbled.



“It’s all right, don’t hold anything back.”



She looked at me and managed a small smile, “Thank you. I can’t imagine how much worse I would feel if I was alone in here.”



I continued to hold her, and to massage her arm with my hand. I have no idea how long we stayed like this, but I could tell we were bonding.



At some point, she looked at me again, “I really am sorry.”



“Hey, I’m sure we’ll be all right. I just hope it doesn’t take too long!”



She snorted, “Yeah, I’d hate to miss anything important.”



I gently began to rub her back.



“So,” I said, “What is your fiancé like?”



“He so wonderful,” April answered, “We met in Europe. He’s very well travelled.”



“That must have been romantic.”



“Oh, yes. Almost too romantic, but I… I managed to get him to keep it in his pants.”



I giggled, “So you’re a virgin bride?”



“I’ve done some hand stuff with guys, but nothing too serious.”



I gripped each of her soft shoulders.



“So… how long has it been?”



“How long since what?”



“Since you’ve gotten off? You’ve been saving for the wedding night, correct?”



April blushed deeply, “I don’t know if I can tell you that.”



“Hey, I might be the last person you ever see!”



“I hope not. Well… he used his fingers on me a few times, but it’s been months.”



“Do you… own anything that would help pass a lonely night?”



“That would be cheating!”



I let out a short laugh, “You’re so naive, April.”



She brushed a loose hair out of her eye and looked at me quizzically, “Really?”



“Really. How are you supposed to practice sucking a cock?”



“I could never do that!”



“What if he asked you?”



She didn’t respond, she seemed to be thinking about that one.



Her stockinged feet were peeking out from under the white dress. I looked at them, hungrily. As quietly as possible, I ran a hand down her left arm, then further down her body.



“Do you think I’m too inexperienced?” April asked, earnestly.



“Who knows,” I said, moving my hand down onto her thigh, “Men expect a lot these days.”



April looked down at my body, the flimsy negligee hid very little from sight.



“How can you wear something like that?”



I smiled, and looked directly into her eyes, “I do look sexy, don’t I?”



April nodded.



“Look, you’re wearing stockings, and a garter belt I’ll bet.”



My hand ran down her leg and I held the bottom of her dress.



“You probably have a pretty pair of lacy white panties on as well, don’t you?”



April’s dress was so light in my hand as I lifted it. In no time I had exposed most of her shapely legs.



She looked at me, confused, but with a hint of interest. I seductively bit the bottom of my lip.



“April, have you ever been with a woman?”



“What do you mean?”



“Maybe when you were young, did you ever experiment with a girlfriend?”



“I…”



I moved across the floor until I was sitting in front of her, my body between her legs. My hands each held a knee, opening her up to me. Our eyes stayed in contact the whole time.



I leaned forward, “You’ve probably never had an orgasm, not a real one.”



I lifted her skirt. A single drop of sweat ran down her pretty face.



She watched as my head moved downward, until finally the dress hid it. My hands climbed up below with me, until I was holding onto the sides of her lacy white panties. My nose reached her, I breathed in deeply.



She let out a soft moan, “Maria, what are you doing…”



I kissed the front of her panties, a deep kiss, pressing them up against her pussy lips. My saliva mixed with her juices, very quickly the panties were almost completely translucent.



When I pulled back, her panties clung to her skin, leaving nothing to the imagination.



“April, do you think we should remove these?”



“Someone could come in at any moment…”



She lifted her ass off the ground and I peeled the soaked garments away.



“You’re so beautiful,” I growled, “Why would someone so innocent keep herself trimmed down there?”



Before she could answer me I cupped her ass in my hands and wrapped my mouth around her sex. She let out a sharp cry as my long tongue penetrated her.



I sucked on her lips and probed her depths, my face became wet with her sweet juices. She smelled so clean, so pure.



April reached down and attempted to push my head away, I brushed her aside with ease.



“Maria,” she moaned, “You shouldn’t…”



I pulled my tongue out of her and started to massage her delicate lips. She tried to pull away from my mouth, but my frim grip on her ass held her in place.



Her moaning became more frantic, I purred in response. My tongue approached her sensitive little bud.



“I’ve never… you have to stop…”



I softly blew on her clit.



“Oh!” she yelped.



Before she could understand what I was doing, I kisses her clitoris. A shudder ran down April’s body.



“Oh God, Maria, keep doing that!”



I allowed myself a quick grin, then began my assault. A finger made its way inside her as I abused her clit.



April let out a wild cry as she came, but I didn’t stop. Her hips gyrated as I continued to devour my prey. She came again.



After her third orgasm I reluctantly emerged from beneath her dress, my face glistening.



Her eyes were closed. I leaped upon her and pushed my tongue into her mouth, sharing her flavor.



We separated. I put a hand under the top of her dress and idly played with a nipple.



She looked at me, smiling with content, “Wow, what the hell was that!?”



“Impressive, huh?”



“I… I don’t know what to say.”



I reached down with my free hand and lifted the front of my negligee, “How about you use that mouth to thank me properly. Words are cheap, you know.”



April pulled her legs under her and slowly leaned down. Her hands grabbed onto my panties.



“No,” I ordered, “Use your mouth.”



April pulled her hands back, and I moved her arms behind her back. Her teeth bit down on my panties, I lifted my ass and, with some difficulty, April managed to drag them down until I was exposed to her.



Her face moved back between my thighs but she made no further move. I grabbed a handful of her hair and gently pulled her toward me.



“Don’t worry, April. Just try to do what I did.”



Her tongue slowly emerged from between her painted lips, I pulled her closer and her tongue made contact.



April waited, for just a moment, then began to lick my opening.



I allowed myself an encouraging moan, “That’s right.”



She lapped at my pussy lips, growing more bold by the second. As she began to get into a rhythm I released her. I lifted the negligee off, leaving myself completely naked.



As April continued she began to experiment, her tongue made its way all around my lips. I caressed my breasts as I watched.



“Mmm,” I breathed, “You’re a fast learner.”



Her tongue began to run across my clitoris as she explored me. Each stroke sent a bolt of pleasure down my spine.



Before I could get too excited, I pushed her head away.



“What’s wrong-” she began. I interrupted her with a kiss.



I gently pushed April down onto her back, her dress bunched up around her waist. I ended the kiss. She reached out, but I brushed her away.



I changed my position. With a few movements I managed to have our pussies pressed together.



April opened her mouth, but a push from me silenced her. I began to grind against her, after a little of this she responded in kind.



There were a wave of wet slaps as we began to grind against one another, juices pooled between us.



I was trying not to rush, but April seemed to be enjoying herself too much. Her movements became frantic, desperate. My own body started to respond as well. Our moans filled the air.



The look of lust on her face was amazing. As I watched, she stared back at me. I let out the most erotic moan I could manage, this pushed April over the edge. As she cried out, I felt my own body betray me. I arched my back as waves of pleasure washed over me.



We continued to rub our sensitive skin against one another for a little longer. April, apparently sensitive from her fourth orgasm, was the first to stop.



As I lay there on the cool floor, dripping with sweat, April climbed over me and pressed her lips against mine.



I’m pretty sure the plan was successful.

Over the years Alison had accompanied her husband to many official functions and even represented him at some herself but none had made her feel as uneasy as the one she was due to attend tonight. John, her husband, had gradually climbed the ranks in his favoured political Party and now he was one of only two men who were being considered for the top job. The other was Peter Campbell, a brute of a man, the exact opposite of her kindly husband but someone who had a charisma and an attraction that even she couldn’t deny. And it was to his house that she had been invited tonight.



John had unexpectedly been asked to attend a conference in Europe and had left that morning but had insisted that she still attend Peter’s house. It was officially a fund raiser to help raise money for the upcoming election but everyone knew that it was really John and Peter’s last chance to impress the party’s grandees who would make the decision as to who would lead the party into the imminent battle. John was furious that he was going to miss out on this chance but there was nothing he could do so pleaded with Alison to represent him one more time. She wasn’t interested in politics herself but she did enjoy the social life that came with her husband’s position and she certainly enjoyed the trappings of his wealth and position so, reluctantly, she agreed to go.



By mid afternoon she was getting ready, She would often feel neglected by John at these events but she always made a big effort to look her best, and her sexiest, wherever she went, especially when she knew the other members of the Party, along with their wives or latest mistresses, would be there.



She took a long hot bath and, as her body soaked, wondered what to wear. Climbing out of the large bathtub, she wrapped herself in a soft, white towel and walked from the en-suite into their luxurious bedroom. Patting herself dry and searching through her extensive range of body lotions, she selected the new, scented body lotion that she had purchased earlier that day. Opening the cap and pouring some of the white lotion into her palms, she slowly rubbed them together before smoothing the silky lotion over her newly shaved legs. The lotion was cool, refreshing, and her skin warmed beneath her touch, soft and smooth.



Deciding to choose her underwear first, she picked out a black quarter cup bra, her favourite suspender belt and black seamed stockings. She toyed with the idea of not wearing any knickers but eventually decided to play safe and to wear the tiny black thong that matched the rest of her ensemble. Fitting her bra under her round breasts, she knew she didn’t need the extra support it gave, pushing her tits forward. They were still firm with only the slightest sag, a testament to the many hours she had spent in the gym in her younger years, and now, at her yoga classes. And she loved the way this bra freed her nipples to rub against her dress. All night they would be stimulated every time she moved but only she would ever know. Rolling her stockings up her logs before attaching them to each of the straps hanging from her suspender belt, she knew that she was being naughty but no-one would ever know. She loved the fantasy of a man taking her by surprise and not having to worry about pulling down tights. With stockings her pussy felt much more accessible – and she felt much more sexy, even if it was all just for her..



Alison stood in front of her full length mirror and her eyes drifted down her body. She may have been a woman of nearly sixty but she knew her firm, sexy body convinced everyone she was at least a decade younger. She loved the feel of her silk stockings on her smooth skin and it wasn’t just her legs she had shaved in the bath. Her pussy was equally bald and she ran her finger tips over her soft lips wishing that John hadn’t had to go away. Not that he would have noticed the effort she was making. Politics and the party were the loves of his life and Alison couldn’t help but be reminded of the fantasies she used to have when she was younger; fantasies of being taken roughly and used by a real man, one who would push her to the very limits of her tolerance and awake the desires in her that had for so long been neglected. Only once had that come close to happening to her recently and that had been a mistake.



With one hand she stroked her smooth stomach while her other slipped under the tiny thong, allowing her long finger to penetrate her smooth slit and brush against her clit. At once it stiffened as her whole body trembled, tempting her to bring herself to yet another self-induced orgasm. But she resisted, telling herself she had to stay fresh for the evening ahead. Maybe later, she promised herself.



Carefully, sparingly, applying her make-up, making sure her shoulder length blonde hair sat perfectly, she dabbed on a few spots of her favourite Chanel, before finally slipping into her dress. She had bought it specifically for this party, hoping to impress the old men of the Party for John’s sake. It showed off plenty of her smooth skin but all the important parts were covered. The neckline plunged to the very strap between the cups of her bra while the hem was just touching her knees as befitted the current fashion and her years. But it was the wrap-over style which felt so daring to Alison as a brave hand could easily make it’s way up to her stocking tops, and beyond.



Making her way down the elegant staircase, she was helped into her fur coat by their loyal butler who then opened the front door for her. Waiting at the bottom of the stair was the limousine and their chauffeur. For a moment Alison hesitated because it was with this driver that she had made the biggest mistake of her married life. She had tried to convince John to fire him but he said he was too busy to find a new one so the current one would have to do.



Alan, the chauffeur, opened the car door for her with a smug grin on his face. She tried to ignore him but couldn’t ignore the tingle in her pussy as she remembered what they had done in the back seat of the car only last week. Settling into the leather seat for the short drive, she spent the time forcing an image of her sucking the chauffeur’s cock out of her mind.



She really didn’t need the limousine tonight as Peter was a neighbour but she liked to make an entrance to these events. In no time at all she was being driven up the long drive to his equally impressive house and then the car stopped. She waited until the door was opened for her and, once again, she was met by the smug grin of her driver. She refused his assistance out of the car and haughtily climbed the stairs to Peter’s front door.



“Your time is coming, bitch,” swore the chauffeur under his breath, secretly wishing he could stay to watch the fun.



The door was opened to her by Peter’s wife and they kissed each other warmly on the cheek before her coat was taken from her and she joined the party. She didn’t see Peter at first and it was a full thirty minutes and more before he appeared at her side as she discussed the recent fashion show with a few other women of the Party.



“Could I have a quick word, Alison,” he said to her, excusing them both from the company of the other women. “I’ve had a message from John.”



She didn’t care for the way he forcibly took her by the elbow and led her away from the party but she was intrigued as to why John would send a message for her to Peter. He led her down a long corridor, the walls covered in expensive, original art, until the music was only a tiny sound in the distance.



“In here,” Peter said, opening the last door to what was obviously his private office. It was dominated by a huge wooden desk and was exactly what she would have imagined his office to look like, big overstuffed sofas, the walls lined with bookshelves and everything giving the impression of a man of power.



“It’s on my desk,” Peter said, letting go of her arm. Alison was in too much of a hurry to see the message to notice her host flicking a switch, even though the room was already well lit, nor to notice him locking the door.



As she hurried across the room to the desk all she could see was a large envelope.



“Open it,” commanded Peter in a tone she didn’t care for as she began to turn to question him.



Alison snatched the envelope from the desk but hesitantly lifted the flat, filled with a sudden sense of foreboding that something was badly wrong and that something even worse was about to happen.



She reached in, withdrawing a large, very clear photograph that was about to change her life. Peter smiled wickedly when he heard her gasp because he knew that she was looking at concrete proof she had seduced her chauffeur in the back seat of her husband’s ministerial car. He knew because he had paid both the photographer and the chauffeur to ensure the car had seemed to breakdown and they had been forced to pull into the very lay-by where the photographer was waiting, hiding only a few feet away in the bushes. They had both done an excellent job and he had rewarded them handsomely but it was well worth every penny. He was about to teach this bitch a lesson once and for all and, in a few weeks time, when he tired of this whore, he was going to ruin her husband’s political career. The cameras he had switched on when they entered the room would be even better than the ones the photographer had produced. And this time he would have video and sound too. He could hardly wait.



Alison, however, hadn’t reached her position in life without facing a crisis or two. After a moment or two she had composed herself and looked Peter in the eye.



“So how much do you want, Peter?”



He smiled in a way that disturbed her almost as much as the photograph had.



“Does it look like I need money, you stupid cunt? No. You are going to pay with something much more personal than your husband’s money. I want what the chauffeur had.”



No one had ever spoken to her like that in her whole life and she was taken aback.



“You’re mad if you think I’m going to do that for you. This was a mistake and John will understand when I tell him the chauffeur forced me to do it.”



“I don’t doubt that you could probably convince your sap of a husband that none of this was your fault but what about the media, the voters, the Party? All I have to do is send an email to all the newspapers, TV stations and Party leaders and John’s career is finished. Not to mention your spoiled little life. Now get on your knees.”



Alison knew she was defeated and did as she was told, sinking to the floor in dismay. A moment of pleasure with a man she hardly knew and now she would have to submit to this brute. But she knew that John’s career would never survive and, despite her brave words, she wasn’t even sure her marriage would if that photograph became public. She was too lost in despair to wonder who had taken the photo or how it had come to be in Peter’s possession but she knew she had no choice but to obey him. She felt so humiliated and so stupid, especially as it was her own fault for finding herself in this position. “Just get it over with,” she told herself. “Give him what he wants and I will make sure John fires the chauffeur as soon as he comes home. But this is so horrible, so demeaning, having to suck this creep’s cock just because I allowed myself a little moment of pleasure. Well, maybe if I do this quickly it won’t be too bad.”



Peter advanced on her, opening his belt and allowing is trousers to slide down his muscular legs to the floor. Alison could see the large bulge in front of his boxers already and she almost, instinctively, licked her lips in anticipation. She stopped herself just in time but she couldn’t stop her pussy starting to juice. Nor could she stop the gasp that escaped her mouth when he pulled down his shorts and she was faced with the cock she had waited all her life to see. It was much bigger than John’s, bigger even than the chauffeur’s, but it was the width that shocked her and she wondered how she would ever get it in her mouth. The thought of taking it down her throat never even entered her head.



Peter reached out and placed his large hand behind her head, slowly, gently almost, guiding her face down, closer and closer to his throbbing cock. Teasingly, he rubbed it over her cheeks, slapping her face with his hard piece of meat, rubbing it along her lips, smearing them with the pre-cum already leaking from his tip. Her mouth had instinctively opened and Peter knew how it would look on the video. He decided to make that film even more damning.



“Beg for it.”



“What?”



“Beg for my cock. Tell me you want to suck the cum out of my balls. And make it convincing or I send those emails and you and John are finished.”



Alison knew she had no choice.



“Please, Peter, please feed me your big cock. Fuck my mouth and shoot your cum down my throat.”



“Wow,” thought Peter, “the whore is good at this. I hope she can suck cock as well as she can act.”



Finally he slid into her waiting mouth.



Alison closed her eyes as she reached this point of no return. Maybe she could just pretend it was her husband as long as she didn’t have to look at him. Maybe a quick blowjob would satisfy him and this whole nightmare would be over. Ashamed, but knowing she had no other choice, Alison began to do something that at least she knew she was good at. As soon as his hard cock touched her lips she was revolted by his taste, his smell, but yet her heart was beating rapidly and her pussy was becoming moist as she grabbed hold of his cock with one hand and, ever so slowly, her tongue touched the underside of his cock, and she began to lick this pig’s hard meat. Immediately she saw his pre-cum begin to leak as his cock twitched under the touch of her wet tongue.



He looked down as the bitch began to suck his cock. The sight of the wife of his nearest rival going up and down on him was one he had waited a long time to see and it had all been so easy; he should have done it years ago. The touch of her soft lips sliding along his cock was amazing and, slowly but surely, she began to take more and more of him into her mouth. Soon he felt the back of her throat as her warm mouth tried to encase his whole cock but he was just too big for her. Occasionally she would pull off and use only her tongue displaying all the skills she had learned in college but which had been so neglected until recently.



He frowned for a moment as his cock sprang free of her lips but then smiled down at her as she began to run her tongue through his balls. He moaned out loud, certain that no-one would hear him at the distant party. As she continued to lash his balls with her wet tongue another drop of pre-cum begin to slide down his cock but Alison ignored it as she took his my entire sack into her mouth and sucked hungrily on it. Almost reluctantly she returned to sliding her tongue up and down his shaft and, almost reluctantly, he allowed her. Now she noticed the pre-cum and licked greedily at it.



“If I’d wanted a college girl’s blowjob I would have gone to college,” growled Peter. “Take it all, like the cock-sucking whore you are.”



Alison knew he wanted her to open her throat to him but she knew she would never survive if she did. Peter, however, wasn’t interested in what she thought. He put his hands on the back of her head and forced his cock to the back of her mouth. Alison gagged and tried to pull away but Peter took a firm grip of her hair and held her fast. She was going to have to do this, somehow.



As her gagging became noisier and her struggling more forceful, Peter seemed to be enjoying himself even more but eventually he took mercy on her and let her pull back just a fraction to catch some much needed breaths. Spit and drool poured from her mouth all over his hard cock and balls and he wasn’t sure he liked that so he slammed her head back down again until his cock was finally lodged in her throat.



Alison thought she was going to pass out because she knew his cock was much too big to fit in her throat but, despite her struggling, it just kept going deeper. The shock of the last ten minutes was muddling her thinking but somewhere she knew she wanted this, wanted to be taken like this, wanted to feel this big cock sliding down her throat.



Peter let her breathe again for a minute before ramming his cock back down her throat, holding her head down, enjoying the feeling of her tight throat going into spasm around his meat. He grabbed her hair and fucked her face by bobbing her head up and down while, at the same time, he thrust into her mouth driving his cock deeper and deeper each time.



Very soon he felt his balls start to tighten and he relaxed his grip just a little, allowing her to slip back. This time Alison never stopped for a moment as her head continued to move up and down while her tongue slid up and down the underside of his shaft. He felt his balls begin to contract and he knew he wasn’t going to be able to hold back any longer.



The first load of cum rushed up his shaft and he felt it splash into Alison’s throat as she continued to slide her mouth up and down. The second spasm in his balls sent cum racing up his cock just as he pulled her mouth off him and his cum shot forth, landing across her face. There was a string of cum from the corner of her nose that ran all the way across her cheek and ended on her jaw. The next spurt almost covered her eyes and Peter felt that might be the last.



He took his cock in his hand and smeared it across her face, making sure her whole face was covered in her cum and her make-up was ruined. She looked up at him, afraid to open her eyes more than a little, afraid that his salty cum would sting them.



“You’ve got what you wanted. May I go now?”



“Go? No, you stupid cunt, you’re not going anywhere. I’ve got quite a few more photographs to show you and you’re going to be here for some time yet. Get used to being my whore, bitch, because that is what you are now and I am going to use you like you’ve never been used before.”



Alison’s head slumped in defeat but her pussy tingled in anticipation and she couldn’t believe how wet her thong felt as she could feel that the tiny piece of material covering her pussy was absolutely saturated.



“Stand up, slut.”



Alison did as she was told but was still a bit uncertain as to what would be expected of her next. She didn’t have to wait too long to find out. Steeling herself to what might happen, she tried to raise her head, tried not to let Peter know that he had defeated her already but, she realised, it’s difficult to hold your head high when your face is covered in cum.



Peter sat back in his leather easy chair, the glass of champagne he had brought with him still in his hand. Taking a satisfying drink, he looked up at her.



“I want to see your tits now, bitch.”



No one had ever spoken to her like this. No one. Why then did the tone of his voice, the crude language, the authority, thrill her in a way she could never have imagined? Not having an answer, she stood there before him for a moment, hesitating, before she blushed and began to pull her dress off her shoulders.



It clung tightly to her body so that even when she released it, it settled around her waist and she could think of nothing to do with her hands but hold them by her side. But it wasn’t her hands that Peter was looking at. He was mesmerised by her breasts, much fuller and perkier than he would have imagined. And he loved the way her small bra allowed her nipples to be free, nipples that were already engorged and, he imagined, longing to be sucked.



“Magnificent,” he thought but he wasn’t prepared to let her know what he was thinking.



“I suppose you better keep your cheap bra on or your old saggy tits will fall to the floor. Still, I suppose there’s enough of them to wrap around my cock. Time to show me your arse now. Is it as droopy as your tits?”

Many emotions raced across Alison’s face at that moment as she tried to reconcile herself to this new humiliation. She turned around and pushed her dress down over her hips, wiggling them in a mesmerising display that had Peter’s cock stirring again.



“Come closer, slut. I wouldn’t want to miss anything.”



Obediently she dropped her dress to the floor, stepped out of it, then turned and walked towards him before turning round again, desperate for him not to see just how embarrassed she was at that moment. Peter was thrilled to see she was wearing a thong; it would have been really off-putting if she had been wearing the type of big knickers that his wife always wore. And her stockings were perfect. Time to increase the pressure even more, he thought.



“Pull that slutty thong to one side and bend over, whore. I want to see your arsehole.”



Although Alison was facing away from him, he could see her whole body tense at these instructions and could imagine the shame making her face blush an even deeper shade of red. She had never considered anal sex to be anything other than perverted and had never allowed John to as much as touch her tightest hole. Peter couldn’t have known this but he did wonder whether or not she was an anal virgin, even at her age. He was looking forward to finding out.



“Just as I imagined,” he said. “Your arsehole is the tightest part of your whole body. I bet John has never even had a finger up there. Am I right?”



Alison tried hard to stifle a sob at that part and simply nodded. “Excellent,” he thought.



“Well prepare yourself to loose your final virginity, slut. Before tonight is out you will be begging me to fuck your arsehole and I will be only too delighted to slide my cock somewhere your husband has never been.”



He watched in delight as her whole body trembled. Fear, he imagined; shame perhaps. He couldn’t have known that her pussy was soaking her tiny thong once more and that it was anticipation that was really making her tremble.



“OK, turn around. Time to show off your pussy.”



Alison did as she was told and pulled her thong to the side while Peter looked closely, delighted to see that she was totally shaven but that wasn’t all that delighted him. Her pussy lips were puffy and were obviously moist.



“So you liked me looking at your dirty arsehole, did you, slut? Your cunt is practically dripping.”



She didn’t know why but Alison simply nodded, unable to take any more embarrassment but equally unable to deny that she was more aroused than she had ever been. Peter simply smiled but it wasn’t a particularly pleasant smile.



“Lie on my desk, slut. I want a taste of that cunt.”



Alison shivered again. Oral sex was something she did enjoy but something that had become more and more rare in her marital bed. So much so that she couldn’t remember the last time John had eaten her pussy and now she was going to have to allow his rival to do just that.



She sat on the edge of the large desk, the leather inlay offering her only the slightest protection from the hard wood. Lying back, her legs still dangling over the edge, she concentrated on the ceiling, gripping the edge tightly. She couldn’t see Peter now but she heard him rising from his armchair and she stiffened in anticipation of what was to happen next.



In an instant Peter was upon her. He lifted her legs until they were bent at the knees, her heels hooked on to the edge of the desk, before pushing her thong to one side and rubbing two fingers over her wet slit. Alison was almost unprepared for this but, instinctively, she opened her legs slightly, giving her tormentor even easier access, almost welcoming the rough touch.



Peter easily slipped his fingers inside, wondering if should force this bitch to take three. Her pussy was so wet he was sure she would be able to take them but he was looking forward to stretching her with his cock so settled for two and leaned over her prone body.



Alison turned away when he tried to kiss her but he simply nibbled on her ear then kissed down her neck instead. When he wanted to kiss her on the lips, he would, but that could wait. Instead he thrust his fingers deeper into her cunt, kissing his way down to her nipples before sucking them into his mouth, one after the other.



Alison tried to deny the pleasure her body was deriving from the kind of handling she’d fantasised about for so long. Squirming beneath him, she turned to him and pleaded.



“Please, Peter, no. You shouldn’t do this. I’m John’s wife. You’re married.”



“I can do anything I want, you stupid bitch. Haven’t you got that yet? It’s because you’re John’s wife that we’re doing this and if you want my wife to come in and join us then you only have to say the word.”



She shivered beneath him, afraid and aroused, not sure if the humiliation of being seen in this position by Peter’s wife, Wendy, was more shameful than the flood of juices from her pussy that followed his words. She had never thought of other women in that way before but suddenly her body seemed open to any possibility.



The thought both repulsed her and excited her as she feebly tried to push him away but she couldn’t move him so much as an inch. The assault on her nipples continued as he bit down on one, then the other, pulling them with his teeth, stretching them more than they ever had been stretched before.



As his fingers plunged in and out of her, Alison knew she was going to cum. She had been on the very edge for so long now that she couldn’t have stopped it. The evening’s events ran through her mind, the humiliation, the name-calling, realising she had been photographed in compromising positions, sucking on Peter’s cock, the cum shooting down her throat and over her face, the stripping and now the long-awaited attack on her pussy and nipples. It was all too much so when Peter bit down harder on her poor nipple, when his thumb began to stroke her engorged clit, she could hold it back no longer. Her pussy exploded and her juices covered Peter’s fingers and hand. It seemed to go on and on forever, wave after wave washing over her, and, when her body finally calmed down, Peter had his head between her legs.



She felt his tongue lash her sensitive lips and, the more she pleaded with him to stop, the faster his tongue worked. When he took her clit in her mouth and sucked on it she thought she was going to cum again instantly. Instead, it only took him to nibble her clit with his teeth while reaching under her and forcing a finger between her cheeks to rub against her dirtiest hole for the juices to pour forth and her body to spasm in another overpowering orgasm.



This time when she recovered Peter was leaning over her again and, this time, she could do nothing to stop him kissing her on the lips. Having sucked the juices from her pussy, Alison knew that when his tongue invaded her mouth that it wasn’t Peter she was tasting. He was delivering her first ever taste of pussy and somewhere in her tormented mind she wished that it hadn’t been her own.



When he was finished feeding her the taste of her own cunt, Peter picked her up like a floppy rag-doll and turned her over, laying her face down on the wide desk. She tried to push back up but he simply grabbed her arm and twisted it up her back, so high she thought it was going to break.



“Time for you to be fucked, slut.”



He looked down at her quivering legs, loving the sight of her round cheeks, and thought about ripping off her thong. Then another thought entered his head. Releasing her arm he knelt down behind her, lowering her tiny, saturated thong with an almost gentle touch.



Alison sensed rather than saw him standing upright again unable to move she was so weakened by her quick-fire double orgasm. She knew what was coming next but when she heard Peter take a deep breath she looked round and saw him holding her thong to his face, inhaling the scent of her arousal.



She hung her head in shame once more, unable to deny that it was her body, her pussy, that had responded to Peter’s treatment so wantonly. If that was bad enough, Peter had one more torment to inflict before he fucked her.



Pulling her head up by the hair, he fitted her thong over her head, the gusset resting over her mouth, the back strap rubbing against her nose. If she breathed in through her nose, all she could smell was her arsehole. If she opened her mouth, she was met by her soaking gusset. She was disgusted and so turned on she couldn’t wait to take Peter’s cock into her pussy.



“Now there’s no denying how much of a slut you are. I’m willing to bet you’re just desperate to be fucked. Aren’t you?”



“No, Peter. We mustn’t do this. Please let me go.”



“And deny you the feeling of your cunt being stretched by my cock? I don’t think so. But I want you to do something for me now, slut. I want you to beg for it.”



Alison thought she must have misheard him but, when she felt his hard-again cock pressing between the cheeks of her arse she thought maybe he would be satisfied with fucking her pussy and leave her tightest hole alone. So she decided to play along.



“Please, Peter, please do it to me.”



“You’ll have to better than that, you whore. Don’t suddenly become shy when you’re lying there, naked, desperate to be fucked. Where do you want to be fucked?”



Taking a deep breath, she answered in words she would never have considered saying before tonight.



“In my pussy, Peter.”



“You want me to fuck your cunt?”



“Yes.”



“You want me to fuck your cunt with my big, fat cock?”



“Yes.”



“Then say it. Beg me to fuck you the way you need to be fucked. Convince me.”



“Please, Peter, please fuck my cunt. Fuck my slutty cunt with your big, fat cock and fill me with your cum. Fuck me like I’ve never been fucked before and make we cum again on your cock.”



Never one to disappoint a lady, Peter kicked her feet further apart and got into position, the tip of his cock now resting against the entrance to her waiting pussy. Alison could do nothing but wait for it to happen, trying hard to convince herself she had no choice but to lie there and let this evil man do what he wanted.



Closing her eyes, she told herself she was saving her marriage, was saving Peter’s career but, as Peter buried himself inside her pussy with one push, her body told her something else entirely.



She tried to think of something else, anything else; she tried to block out what was happening to her, determined not to let her body respond. But her body had other ideas. When she felt Peter’s cock fill her cunt (there, she used the word) she knew she had never been filled like this.



Each time he pulled out and slammed back in a small moan escaped from her mouth and, as much as she hated what was happening, she wanted more. Pushing her self up she tried to get into an better position so that he could plough even deeper.



Peter was in heaven, finally fucking the uptight woman of his dreams, his fantasies. The fact that she was John’s wife only served to make the whole night even sweeter. Watching his cock slide in and out of her lips, as soon as he felt her pushing back he pounded her even harder, even faster.



Alison knew she could no longer control herself. She was going to cum again and there was nothing she could do to stop it. She pushed back, meeting his thrusts, trying to draw him in even deeper. That’s when she lost control completely.



“Yes, Peter. Fuck me, you pig. Fuck me harder. Harder! Give me all you’ve got.”



Peter couldn’t believe these words were coming from the mouth of the genteel pillar of the community who lay beneath him. But he certainly wasn’t going to hold back. He took her by the arms again and pulled them back behind her, lifting her off his desk, using them as handles to drive into her harder than he had ever fucked anyone.



She was screaming one obscenity after the other and Peter felt her cunt squeeze his cock, her juices pouring down over his balls.



Alison was like a different woman, one that neither of them recognised. The wife, the mother, the grandmother had disappeared. In her place was a slut who could only think of the cock pounding her pussy. Nothing else mattered. Not her husband, her self respect, nothing. She just couldn’t get enough of this cock. She was a slut, a whore, and she didn’t care.



Peter, meanwhile, could feel the familiar tingle in his balls. He had never known a fuck like this but he wasn’t going to let an opportunity like this pass him by. Taking both her wrists in one of his big hands, his other hand moved down between her cheeks until his finger found what he was looking for.



He rubbed her dirtiest hole, toying with her, until she pushed back and his finger slipped inside. Alison screamed at this unknown, welcome intrusion. Now when she pushed back it wasn’t only Peter’s cock that pushed into her pussy but his finger which worked deeper and deeper into her arse.



Again she screamed at him, unaware that every word, every action was being recorded.



“Do it, Peter! Fuck me! Fuck my cunt! Stick your finger deeper up my arse! Oh God, I’m going to cum again!”



She was desperate to touch her clit but Peter held both her wrists in his strong grip so all she could do was push back on his cock and on his finger. She felt her pussy tighten around him and Peter felt his cock swell within her. She threw back her head and screamed as he pumped his cum deep within her. Her orgasm erupted from somewhere deep inside her as her juices gushed from her ravaged cunt. The more he filled her, the more she soaked his cock and balls.



Finally, they stopped, both of them well and truly drained. Collapsing on to the desk, they both lay there for a while until his cock slipped out of her cunt.



Alison held on to the desk, afraid that if she let go she would fall to the floor, her legs no longer capable of supporting her. Seeing Peter standing behind her, his soft cock now dripping form their combined orgasms, she was suddenly ashamed of what had happened.



How could she possibly have said those things, done those things? She lifted her thong off her head and forced herself up just a little, fearful of the answer to her next question.



“Have you finished with me now?”



“I promised I was going to fuck you up the arse, you stupid cunt. Have we done that yet? No. Of course not. Maybe when I’ve taken your last virginity I’ll let you leave. Maybe. But until then it’s time you did some work. Crawl over her on your hands and knees. You’re going to lick my arsehole now.”



Weak as she was, she still managed to feel the shock of this new demand.



“Please, Peter. I’ve never heard of such a thing. Please don’t make me do that. It’s just too disgusting.”



He had planned ahead for this moment, however, and picked up another envelope from the small table beside his chair. He threw it at her and Alison slid off the desk, fearing what she knew she would find when she opened it.



Sure enough, it was yet another photo of her and the chauffeur only this one was even worse than the first one. She was on her hands and knees in the back of the limousine as the chauffeur pulled her head back by her blonde hair and pounded into her from behind. The look of ecstasy on her face left nothing to the imagination and she realised she would be forced to lick a man’s arsehole for the first time ever. Her very soul cringed at the thought but, once again, she knew she had no choice.



Peter leaned further back in his armchair and lifted his knees up to his chest, exposing his arsehole to her. He thought he had been kind to her by making sure it was clean but still she looked away. He knew this was going to be the hardest submission for her, so far.



“Get over her, slut.”



He loved using such abusive terms with her and, every time he did, Alison flinched, her face reddening anew. He could see she was thinking that maybe she could somehow get out of this but eventually, reluctantly, she crawled across to where he sat. When she was close enough he grabbed her hair, pulling her face ever closer to his arse. The look on her face clearly told how horrified she was at what she was about to do and she tried to pull back. But his grip remained firm and soon she found herself just inches from his waiting hole. Once again she closed her eyes.



“Open your eyes, slut. Open your eyes and look at my arsehole.”



He gave another tug on her hair and her eyes opened.



“Now lick it.” He pulled her in, and he saw that she was beaten. She leaned forward and, tentatively kissed his hole. He smiled to himself as he heard her take a deep breath and, as he held her tightly in position, he felt her tongue finally poking against it too.



“What a good arse licker, you make, Alison. Now let me feel you really get to work with your tongue. Clean my arsehole for me.”



Alison shuddered anew, not sure if she was more disgusted by his words or by what he was forcing her to do. Because he really was forcing her this time. There was no pleasure in this for her at all. Or so she told herself until she suddenly realised her hand was between her legs and stroking her wet, sensitive pussy.



Mercifully, or so Peter liked to think, he decided that he didn’t need this small episode to go on for too long. Humiliating this stuck-up bitch was the most important thing here and he knew he had more than succeeded in that.



Pulling her away from between his cheeks, he pushed her back, smiling when he saw her hand on her cunt, and told her to turn around. Looking down on her as she waited in trepidation, his newly erect cock twitched again. He loved taking a woman on all fours; it was such a subservient position that he had always loved. He loved having access to both her holes; he loved being in charge; and he loved, most of all, the power that came from having a hold over her.



He knelt down behind her and noticed her pussy was still dripping with her cum and with his. He wet one finger, rubbing it along her dripping slit, before smearing its coating around her tight arsehole. Alison immediately tensed up but he kept repeating what he was doing until she relaxed slightly again.



Alison knew what was coming. No one had ever done this too her but she knew from talking to her girlfriends that the secret was to try to relax although how she could relax when she was being blackmailed, when she was being abused, when she was waiting for the biggest cock she had ever seen to fuck her virgin arsehole, was beyond her.



She took a deep breath and tried again to relax. It felt so dirty, so nasty, but she tried to think of something else, hoping the distraction would stop her mind from focussing on what was about to happen. But her body couldn’t ignore the fact that her husband’s bitterest rival was fingering her dirtiest hole and there was nothing she could do about it.



Seeing the effort she was making, Peter grinned and decided now was the time to push a little harder. Coating his finger in her juices once more he pressed against her arsehole again and, this time, pushed inside. She had already got his cock nice and hard by licking his own arsehole but the thought of finally fucking her up the arse made his cock twitch in anticipation and his pre-cum start to leak once more.



In her current position, on her hands and knees, her arse in the air, he knew she must be feeling at her most vulnerable and he intended to take advantage. Her pussy lips were swollen, puffy, smooth and wet and he let her know exactly how she looked.



“So you’re enjoying this are you, slut?”



She shook her head vehemently but he knew her body was telling him something different.



“Don’t lie to me, whore. Your cunt is practically dripping and your arse is squeezing my finger. You must really want my cock up there.”



“No, Peter. Please don’t do this. You’re far too big for me. You’ll tear me apart.”



“Well you should have thought of that before you started whoring around, shouldn’t you? Now shut up; I’m enjoying myself here.”

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