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When I woke up that fateful morning I had no idea I would have the best sex of my young life later that night. Don’t get me wrong, I have enjoyed an amazing sex life with myself, my girlfriend/mentor Angela and a small but rewarding number of men. I have pleasured myself with a wide variety of sex toys that I own ranging from the average vibrator, suction cup dildos, inflatable dildos, pussy pumps, anal plug’s and anything else you can find on the internet that I can afford on my students salary.

I had experienced a mind blowing threesome with Angela and her man and most recently I had brought a very nice man home and completely dominated him in every way that I wanted.

As great as all of that had been, it was just a foretaste of things to come.

When I walked in to our local pub to meet my girlfriends for our normal Friday night drinks I didn’t see anyone out of the ordinary. I found my friends and sat down for our normal small talk and gossip. After a few drinks I excused myself for the restroom. On the way back to the table I stopped at the bar to talk to our bartender and order another round for myself and the girls.

As I waited for the drinks he came up behind me. He placed his hands on my lower back with force. He began to whisper into my ear as he pushed his body into mine from behind. At the time I figured it was an old male friend or one of the girls just fucking with me. But when he spoke I knew that it was him. The young, plain, very kind man I had taken home and dominated just recently.

“I hope you had fun using me last time, I know I did. But tonight it’s my turn, and I am going to make you cum until the sun rises.” As he spoke my pussy began to get hot and wet from what he was saying and from my memory of the things we had done last.

It was an amazing night for me, the first time I ever controlled a man completely. The first time I did everything I wanted to do and made him know that I was using him for my pleasure as much as he was getting pleasure from me. It was liberating to say the least.

His words shocked me because the very reason I picked him out of the crowd that night was because I thought he was a complete and true gentleman. Opening doors for women he did not know, having thoughtful conversations and buying drinks without hesitation. He was raised with respect and manners and I knew from this that he could follow my directions very well. So to hear him (and feel him) commanding sex from me like I was his, like I belonged to him was not what I expected in the least.

Regardless of what I expected it certainly excited me! I turned to face him and as I did he pulled me in even closer to his body. I could feel his strength controlling my skinny frame and I could feel his hardening cock pressing into my stomach. A thousand words raced through my mind and not a single one of them was “let me go” or “get off of me.” I was most definitely ready for this night, or at least I thought I was.

“My place again?” I asked and with that he led me out the front door towards his car. As we walked out I caught a brief glimpse of my girlfriend’s faces with their mouths half open as they processed what was happening. I laughed to myself as I thought about the texts and stories they would all be sending and expecting.

He drove me to my house without asking for any directions. The whole time we were in a silence that was almost unbearable but oddly made me that much more intoxicated by the thoughts of things to come. My pussy tingled and grew wetter and wetter as I sat there replaying scenes of amazing sex in my mind. Sex that I had had before or things I had seen from others.

I thought about the drunk girl video who does anal and loves it (do a search for it) or one of my other favorites with the muscular amateur and his tight girlfriend. I love good amateur stuff because I always think to myself “I should be doing that!”

I love the porno of Jenna Haze and belladonna because both are built like me, skinny with not much in the curves department but love to have all kinds of great sex.

I also like Flower Tucci because of her squirting videos. She is a lot like me with her squirting, she has her best “squirt while fucking” sex from anal because the pussy isn’t so full that it can’t release.

When I am in a really “nasty/kinky” mood I can’t get enough of Extreme Kream, especially her videos with brutal dildos or machines. Of course it is graphic and not “pretty” by any means but a woman who can control her body, holes and muscles that well has to be appreciated in my book plus her squirting is amazing!

These are the kind of things I had going through my mind as we sat in silence at the red lights, stop signs and what not. I was getting more and more wet by the second and when we finally pulled into my drive I was careful to get up out of my seat because I was sure that my sun dress was soaked.

As we walked into my house he shut the door behind us and then picked me up and carried me to my bed. He tossed me down and in one fast motion he pulled my summer dress completely off of me to reveal my small bare tits and my black thong. I sat up to pull his pants down and get my mouth onto his dick but as I tried he pulled me up onto my feet and looked me right into my eyes.

“I am going to do things you have never had done to you. You are going to do everything I tell you to and you will do it until I tell you to stop.” He had a very stern tone in his voice. He was not asking me, he was telling me!

With that he turned me around and pressed me against the wall. He pinned his arm above my shoulder and with the other arm he pulled the straps off my dress letting it fall to the floor. Because I am so small in the chest department and never wear underwear I went from fully dressed to completely naked in one swift motion. I could feel his hot body pressing into me and I could feel my dripping wet pussy throbbing for release.

He grabbed my hair and pulled my head to the side so that he could suck my neck.

I don’t mind the hair pulling but this was just a little bit more forceful than I was used to so my body fought a little. He felt the resistance and instead of letting up on me he pressed me into the wall, not too hard but not soft either. It seemed that he was letting me know that he was the strong one tonight, I could not stop him and I would have no choice but to do what he made me.

A sudden panic came over me; I had never been dominated like this. Rough sex was always something I liked watching but I had never been in the fire feeling my body being controlled before. I began to panic a little bit and right when my mind started to race I felt the soft, warm stroke of his hand across my butt cheeks. Then lower onto the back of my leg. My heightened sense from the way he was handling me made me feel every stroke of him, every movement sent a tingle to my spine and straight to my brain.

Just as I relaxed his hand landed hard on my ass. Then again, and again. He spanked each cheek a few times and I felt the blood rushing to my ass with each sting he delivered. It didn’t last very long but I was gasping against the wall when he was done. My mind was racing, my body tensing. Then I felt his fingers running up my inner thigh. I felt his finger brush against my clean shaven, soaking wet pussy and I shuddered at the feeling it left behind.

He picked me up and carried me on his shoulder to my bedroom and threw me down onto my bed. As he began to take his clothes off he told me what to do to him.

“Get over here and suck my cock.” He said plain, deep and stern. And I listened.

I crawled on all fours over to the edge of my bed, opened up my mouth and began to swallow his dick all the way down to the back of my throat. I used all my best skills on him just like the last time and his cock grew steel hard in my mouth. Right when I thought he was about to cum deep down in my throat he grab my hair and began to slowly fuck my mouth like it was my pussy. The last time I had his dick in my mouth I faked like I was gagging on him to give that extra visual and auditory stimulation to him and his ego. This time however he actually made me gag as he increased in speed and literally fucked my mouth hard with a hand full of my hair. I could feel his balls smacking into my chin and I started to have a hard time breathing. But I wanted his cum in my mouth so bad I kept going. Finally I couldn’t take it anymore and I forced him out of me as I gasped for air.

While I was catching my breath he walked over to my dresser drawer where I keep all of my toys and he grabbed a bunch of things and tossed them onto the bed by me. With each toy he threw at me I grew in excitement of the possibilities of what he could or would do to me with them.

I sat up onto my knees and started to finger myself while he went through my draw of goodies. He watched me slide a finger, then two and then three into myself while he stroked his cock.

“Get on all fours” he commanded me, and I did as I was told as fast as possible. I could feel him climb onto the bed behind me and I braced myself for whatever was coming next. I felt cool, water like feeling on my back and then his hand began to rub me all over. All over my tight ass and my lower back. All over my pussy and asshole. He slid a finger in each hole but quickly pulled out so that I couldn’t get full satisfaction from him. When he was done I was covered in lube and ready to be used for the rest of the night!

As I reached the limit of how much I could hold back he started going to work on me. He pushed me down onto my stomach and started to finger the shit out of my pussy. While fingering me he used his other hand to spread my tiny ass apart and lick all around, in and out of my little rosebud asshole. Shivers ran up and down my spine as he did his work and my pussy reached the edge.

“I’m cumming” I said…..and right before I could he pulled away from me completely. The sudden shock of him not touching me was crazy and I immediately reached for my clit to finish the job but he grabbed my hands and pulled them behind me.

“Don’t you fucking cum yet. I didn’t tell you to cum for me!” But cumming was all I wanted to do. I could not believe he was making me resisting the one thing I wanted so bad!

“Grab your ass and spread yourself open for me.” He commanded, I could feel his warmth closing in on me and I did as I was told. His engorged cockhead touched the opening of my spread asshole and I shivered at the thought of him inside of me.

“Is this what you want from me?” He asked

“Yes” I whispered. And he pulled back away from me.

“Tell me exactly what you want me to do to you and I beg me for it.” My pussy was literally dripping wet wanting to cum and my asshole was throbbing from wanting him in me. The fact that he wasn’t touching me was driving me crazy and all I could think was…

“Fuck me. Fuck me with your big cock in my asshole. Please make me cum all over this bed. Make me squirt all over you and myself and grab my hair and don’t stop doing it until I can’t be fucked anymore!”

With that he placed his dick back at my tiny opening and started pressing his way into me. It was so amazing, the tight feeling of him opening me up. My ass resisted at first but opened to let him in finally popping him in past the first opening. Once he was in me I sat back onto him to get him all the way in. This wasn’t my first rodeo and I love getting my ass fucked so I started rocking back and forth on his dick. After about a minute I had him all the way into me. Deep inside where I could feel him in my stomach. I love that feeling, for me that’s where my ass cum’s the best. Unfortunately for me his smart self knew that and right as I was hitting my sweet spot with his dick he pulled out of my ass just like he did my pussy!

It was torture, my pussy dripping wet and pulsating, my asshole throbbing and empty. I wanted to finish the job so bad, I wanted him in me at full speed but he was not. He would not give me what I wanted and it drove me to the edge and past where I had ever gone before as I strained to hold back my orgasm.

As I stayed put on all fours waiting for him my anticipation grew. Then I heard him open the lube bottle and I gasped a little at the thought of what was coming, even though I had no idea what that would be. First I felt something touch my ass. It was cool but not cold. It started going in and I did my best to accept it in. but it got harder and hard as he pushed.

“Fuck” I let out as I tried to take it inside me. He responded by backing out all the way to either tease me or let me relax a little bit. Both plans worked as I got that feeling again of needing to be filled and my ass relaxed and took more and more in on the second try. By this time I had figured out that he was putting my largest anal plug in me. It is Pyrex (plastic glass) and its 5 ½ inches long and a little more than 3 and a half inches across at the widest point! It is just about 10 inches in circumference I think!! If you have no idea what I am talking about, do a internet search for it and you will see  It is a great stretch and pretty hard to fit in even for someone who enjoys it but you don’t have to take it all the way in have a good time with it. For me it is a challenge that I love to take on and this night was no exception.

Now that I knew what I was in for I reached between my legs and rubbed my pussy a little bit as he slowly moved in and out with my toy. It took a few minutes but finally I relaxed enough that the entire width popped past my outer ring and slid into me so nice, so full. The sudden fullness made my pussy get tight as hell just from the invasion and I was about to cum all over when he grabbed my hand and literally flipped me over onto my back!

“I still have not told you to cum. You think I didn’t see you playing with yourself? You will cum when I tell you to and if you cum before we will start this all over again do you understand me?” He asked with a hard voice.

“Yes, I understand. I’m sorry.” I responded. I was really starting to get into the submissive role and it was really turning me on being told what to do so forcefully. Just the thought of what he would make me do to him or the things he was going to do to me made me unbelievably horny.

“Lay back and close your eyes.” He told me and I immediately wished I had a blindfold! But I did as I was told. I’ll put the blindfold on my “things to buy list!”

I felt something touch me around my pussy and then I heard the sound of air rushing. Right away I knew he was using a pussy pump on me while my ass was so very full with my plug. I had obviously used both toys before but I had never used them together. The feeling of my ass being as full as it has ever been combined with the pull and blood rush of my pussy being pumped made me feel so tight I don’t think anything else could possible fit inside of me. It was amazing!

“Now come suck my dick some more.” He told me as he laid down on his back.

I got up carefully so as to not pull the pump off of my pussy. As I got down into the dick sucking position my ass went up into the air and the plug and pump shifted ever so slightly into a new, even more intense position. I had to stop everything to gather myself so that I didn’t cum right then and there.

After I got control of myself I went to work on his dick. Sucking, stroking, and jacking him off. I could tell he was close right before he grabbed my hair and pulled me off of his dick.

“Lick my balls.” He commanded as he raised his hips and pushed my face down. I again, did as I was told. I licked all around his balls, his taint, even his asshole. As I passed by his tight butt he grabbed my hair and forced my face into him, making me eat his ass. Normally this is not my favorite thing to do unless I am eating a girl and we have just showered but he smelled like soap and was completely clean of all hair so it was really quite a turn on for me. So I kept going, burying my tongue into his asshole as far as I could.

Suddenly he rolled off the bed, stood up and grabbed me by my face as he started to cum all over me. I closed my eyes and opened my mouth as wave after wave of hot cum hit me and rolled down my young, slutty face.

“Oh my god.” He screamed out as I lapped up as much as he gave me.

He stepped back as I cleaned my face up and he caught his breath. Then he came to me again.

“Turn around on all fours.” I did so, as he took the pussy pump and released the pressure. The rush of blood leaving the area was so intense I started to cum.

“Oh my God please let me cum, it’s so good baby, please let me cum?” I pleaded as I tried to hold back.

I waited for an answer but got nothing. I flexed and squeezed all my muscle waiting for permission and when I didn’t hear him reply I closed my eyes and did everything I could to not release. Just then I felt his entire dick drive all the way into my pussy pushing me completely overboard and making me cum. I was so tight from my pussy being swollen from the pump and my ass being full with the giant glass plug that I could feel every single vein in his cock as it slammed in and out of me. Each thrust was another wave of orgasm hitting me harder and harder like a tidal wave getting ready to crash.

He pulled out fast and grabbed my hips. He swung me around so that I was on the edge of the bed and he flipped me all in one strong motion. He was literally manhandling me, not giving me any option as to what to do, and it was awesome!

I pretended to fight a little as he pushed my shoulders off the bed and down towards the floor but he over powered me and before I knew it I was lying on a pillow upside down looking at my own pussy.

He plunged his dick back inside my swollen lady parts and the orgasm picked right up where it had left off. After about a minute of stroking in and out of me and making sure I saw his dick going in me he pulled out.

“You came on my face last time, now it’s your turn. You can cum now and I want you to push that squirt harder than you ever have before.”

With that I started feverishly rubbing my clit as he slid two fingers inside of me and massaged my G-spot like it was a punching bag. The rough touch was just what I needed and I started to push as that “have to go” feeling came to me.

“Oh my god! Fuck, fuck, fuck, FUCK!!!” I screamed as my juice sprayed all over my face, my tits, my stomach, my hair and the floor beneath me. I loved it, and when I opened my eyes and saw my swollen pussy pumping and pushing and opening I was in shock and in love with what he was doing to me.

I was pushing so hard I could feel the 3.5″ inch wide almost 10 inch around butt plug trying to pop out of my ass. I was a little worried about that both because of the obvious and because he had not told me to take it out. So I finally began to calm myself down and bring my orgasm back to earth. It had been about 5 minutes since I started cumming and I was literally light headed.

“Go take a shower and remove your toy. Then come back to me ready for more.” He told me almost reading my mind about how sticky and cum covered I was.

I got into the shower and turned it on hot but my legs were so weak I had to sit down on my shower stool. Sitting down on a butt plug that large is an interesting feeling to say the least and it shocked the hell out of me.

After I got my legs back and carefully, slowly removed my plug I washed myself from head to toe, got out of the shower and wrapped myself in a large towel. I walked back into my room to find him standing naked by my bed spread which was laid out on the floor with a strange device lying on top of it.

“Take off the towel and go stand in front of the spreader bar.” He commanded. I had seen spreader bars in those kinky bondage porn clips before but I had never used one or actually seen one in real life before. It was kind of tough looking. All black, a metal bar with chains and leather cuff straps on the end and in the middle.

Note: All characters in this story are of legal age. All of the characters are well over eighteen years of age.


Humbert trudged about the library in a bad mood stacking the errant books on his cart that had been left behind by the inconsiderate students of Maplewood High School. The thin, lanky nerd was in his last year of high school and worked the closing shift of the library. It was one of two jobs the teen had been working to save up for a trip out of state to a comic book convention on the west coast. There were rumors that scenes from the new avenger’s movie would be displayed in one of the panels. He was finally going to enter the big cosplay convention as one of his favorite comic strip characters; Dilbert. He was sure he would be a shoe-In for the 250.00 prize.

Humbert’s thoughts were interrupted by loud laughter and constant chatter.

The nerd turned his attention towards a long table near the back window where two very attractive women sat. He immediately recognized the head cheerleader Melissa and her BFF Leslie. A chill ran up the teen’s back as he realized the women were looking directly in his direction.

Melissa a.k.a Red as she was known for her wild mane of red hair was feared across campus because of her explosive temper, martial arts prowess and the fact that she was the sheriff’s daughter. She had been in at least ten fights this year with both boys and girls. It was known that several lawsuits had been averted by her father and that she could do no wrong in his eyes. Red seemed to operate with impunity in the very small town of Maplewood.

Leslie was an impossibly stacked brunette endorsed everything her friend did with unwavering loyalty. She was known to be indifferent towards all of the guys at school who endlessly chased after her in futile attempts to bed the elusive beauty. There were rumors that Leslie and Red were lovers, but no one took these stories seriously. Leslie had a perfect hour glass figure and was just a shade less attractive than Red.

Humbert noticed that Red was waving him over with a wide grin on her face.

“What?” Humbert was confused because he had been a classmate with the girls for the past three years and they’d never noticed him before. He found his pulse quickening as he slowly approached the two women.

“Yeah?” He asked coming to a stop a few feet in front of the table they were seated at. He felt anxious and like he was on display for the undisputed queens of Maplewood High.

“Hey…You’re a virgin right?” Red asked plainly.

“What?” He was flabbergasted at the question. She hadn’t even the decency to acknowledge that she knew his name.

“You’re a fucking virgin aren’t you dim bulb?” She asked again as Leslie started snickering.

“No!!!” Humbert blurted out embarrassed as both girls exploded in witch like cackling. After a few moments Red composed herself and regarded the nervous teen in front of her that was beginning to visibly sweat under their intense scrutiny.

“Now who lost their mind and actually fucked you?” Red asked before breaking into laughter with her friend. Humbert found himself growing angry and he clenched his fists to keep from yelling.

“Stop fucking with him Red.” Leslie laughed her large breasts shaking under the beige sleeveless t-shirt she was wearing. Leslie’s tits were so large on her thin frame that she had actually cut a V-neck into the material to be able to slide the fabric over her head.

“I’m not doing anything to this puss. He’s standing here telling us that somebody has actually fucked him.” Red laughed.

“Oh come on Red, stop fucking with the boy. You know he’s a fag.” Leslie laughed.

Humbert lost it at this point and slammed his small fists on the tabletop startling the two women.

“FUCK YOU BOTH!!” He yelled at the top of his lungs before stalking off back towards the front counter.

Red and Leslie stared after him in complete silence.

Humbert began to put away the countless books and DVDs that his co-workers and peers had left behind. He had begun to feel really good about himself for putting the two hottest girls in school in their rightful place. The library had thinned out as he worked and he would soon be announcing the imminent building closing over the p.a. system.

Then he noticed it.

Red and Leslie were still at the table sitting in silence with their I-Phones and tapping away on their personal devices. He noticed Red intermittently glancing in his direction. Humbert shrugged it off as he picked up the phone at the front counter and made the announcement over the p.a. system. The few students remaining in the library trudged up to the counter and checked out of the library.

Leslie and Red slowly got up and casually approached the counter. Humbert couldn’t help but be awed at the appearance of these two women. Actually walking side by side he noticed the extreme difference in bust size between the two girls. Red was almost flat chested a perky set of B-Cups encased in a black wife beater with a Slayer logo emblazoned on the chest. He took notice of the wide, curvy hips in form fitting leggings with a blue jean print that ended at her studded cowboy boots.

By the time he looked over at Leslie’s more rounded “black girl” hips wrapped tightly in a jean miniskirt with her matching boots like her BFF, the girls were at the front counter looking him directly in the eye.

“What do you two want?” He questioned unconsciously controlling his tone.

Both of the girls had a rather contrite expression on their faces as Leslie began to speak.

“Hey man we just wanted to apologize for being total dicks earlier.” Leslie leaned forward a bit scanning Humbert’s eyes for any reaction.

“Yeah, we were so fucking out of line dude.” Red added.

“Oh, it’s okay guys. You were just teasing me a bit.” Humbert felt his heart soften.

Leslie suddenly reached down and pulled the helm of her t-shirt up causing her large, fat pendulous breasts to fall free literally hitting the cold counter top. Her rather large areolas were puffy and the pencil eraser sized nipples were fully erect.

“That’s teasing you dork.” Red laughed and before Humbert could respond; her fist was flying at Mach speed across the counter and colliding with his large nose smashing it against his face.

Humbert found himself being hurled back into a stack of books and DVDS knocking them over with the impact of his toppling body. He was completely dazed and tried to recover himself as he noticed with horror that Red was hopping over the counter like a cowboy jumping off of a horse.

“Fuck!!” He cried out as the redhead took three large steps closing the distance between them and planting her heeled boot into his chest with enough impact to send his head into the tiled floor.

Before he knew what was happening, Red had ripped the library keychain from his belt and tossed it to Leslie who ran to the library doors and locked the building. Red immobilized Humbert with both of her knees in the small of his back as he struggled to toss the girl off. She was kneeling upright on the back of the nerd as he screamed and flailed about.

Leslie joined her friend behind the counter and ran to the wall switching off most of the lights in the library.

Red had leaned forward on top of the prone teen and mercilessly pounded away at his ribs while screaming into his ear with every thrust of her fist.

“Where’s the fucking tape?!!” She screamed.

“What?!! Ooww!! I don’t know what you’re talking about!! Get the fuck off me!!” Red balled her fist up around Humbert’s ear and whispered quite plainly…”The surveillance tapes douche. I saw the cameras on the wall bitch.” She followed this up with two more punches to his ribs.

“It’s under the counter… [Punch]…On the bottom shelf!!” Humbert cried out. He heard Leslie rummage through the magazines on the bottom shelf.

“Got it!!” She yelled as she popped the VHS tape out with a sigh of relief.

“Hey babe you were absolutely right about the school being too cheap to have an updated security system.” Leslie leaned against the counter weighing the tape cassette in her small hand.

“Okay!!! Just take the money and leave!!” Humbert cried out as Red dug her knees into his back.

“Hey asshole, we’re not thieves!!” Red slapped her palm against the back of his scrawny neck and then followed her actions up by raking her nails across his tender flesh causing the nerd to yelp.

“Oowww!! What the FUCK do you FUCKING WANT?!!” Humbert screamed!!

Red slowly got off the frightened teen and stood back as he turned over into a sitting position and looked up at his two captors.

“Do you think we’re pretty?” Red asked battling her eyelashes for effect and smiling innocently.

“ARE YOU SERIOUS?!!” Humbert yelled.

Red suddenly launched her foot into his chin in a punting motion nearly knocking the teen unconscious. Humbert hiccupped on his blood and struggled to catch his breath as Red used her foot to right him into a sitting position once more.

“Do you think we’re pretty?” She asked politely again.

Humbert nodded his head and gurgled out half whispering “Yes.” He began to shake uncontrollably as both women cracked smiles that soon became wide grins.

“Good boy.” Leslie encouraged as Red seemed to turn her attention to the rows and rows of books stocked in the rear of the store. She wandered further away as Humbert turned his attention to Leslie.

“Well, what have you got to say for yourself?” Leslie asked

“W-What?” Humbert’s eyes briefly looked over at Red as she knocked a few books to the floor.

“Where do you get off talking to us like you did asshole?” Leslie questioned the nervous teen whose eyes continued to wander over to the redhead peering at him from the opposite side of the rows of shelves in the back area. She was slowly moving back towards him with a serene smile on her face.

“I-I’m very sorry.” Humbert apologized still shivering.

“And you should be shit bird. You-my friend are the weak and me and Leslie, well we are the strong. You don’t get to have a feel good moment with us. You “really” shouldn’t try to stand up to bullies Hum-Bert.” Red taunted him from behind the aisle peering down at him like an animal.

“This ain’t a fucking movie Hum-Bert …and you don’t get to have a happy ending douche.” Leslie added.

“Look I’m so sorry for uh, being out of line.” He stammered.

“And you should be nerd boy, because now you’re going to have to pay the piper.” Red tipped over a few more books that landed near the frightened teen.

“What do you want me to do?”

“I want-I want you to get your bony ass up off the floor and try to act like a REAL MAN.” Red had made it back and stood less than a foot away watching her victim slowly gather himself and stand before her.

“Hey one question Hum-Bert.”


“Which one of us is prettier?” Leslie asked. He looked from one girl to the other unsure of how to answer. Red was the more attractive of the two face wise with an oval shape to her features, intense almost luminescent green eyes and full pouty lips. She had a small smattering of freckles across her cheeks and thin nose. Leslie had strong slightly masculine features with piercing hazel hues eyes, somewhat prominent nose and thin lips. For some reason, Humbert noticed Leslie’s strong eyebrows that looked almost penciled on and gave Leslie a predatory look all her own.

“Well, what’s your answer?” Leslie had her arms folded across her large chest as she waited for an answer.

“Uh, you’re both equally beautiful.”

He was immediately slapped hard by Red as Leslie shook her head with a grin.

“No, no, no …Now Humbert, you shouldn’t lie to us because everybody knows that Red is the prettiest girl on campus. Fuck, she’s the prettiest girl in town dinkleberry.”

“S-Sorry.” He apologized looking down at his feet. Red reached out causing the teen to flinch.

“Relax bitch. We’re just talking now.” She assured.

“Okay Melissa.” He realized his mistake just as the words left his mouth and received another devastating punch to his right eye. He doubled over cradling his eye with his hands. Red followed this action by launching another kick into the nerd’s temple sending him to the floor on his side.

“Don’t you ever say my name again you fucking piece of shit!!”

Humbert’s sobbing filled the empty, dark library echoing off the walls. Leslie and Red shot each other satisfied glances as they watched Humbert wallow in self-pity and shame.

“GET UP!!” Red snapped at her victim.

He managed to pull himself up to his feet.

“We’re going to ask you one more question before we punish you Hum-Bert.” Leslie laughed.

“You better not fucking lie to us this time shit bird.” Red warned.

“Uh, okay.”

He was shocked as both girls suddenly removed their shirts baring their breasts. His mind was doing flip flops as he stared first at Leslie’s luscious tits, slightly sun baked tan mountains topped with the afore mentioned puffy areolas and thick nipples. He didn’t know why this was happening to him as he looked over at Red’s small, cute alabaster tits jutting out perfectly from her chest topped with small dime sized pinkish areola and pert nipples.

Both girls were smiling from ear to ear at his confusion and apparent arousal as his khaki cargo pants were tented by his erection.

“Which one of us has the biggest tits?” Leslie asked.

“Uh, well… I uh can’t.” He fumbled for words as the sweat beaded up on his forehead.

“It’s not a trick question. Now answer the question bitch.” Red yelled, annoyed at his hesitation.


Leslie folded one of her arms across her massive chest and slapped the nerd hard across the face while Red laughed remaining bare chested.

“Pervert!” Red continued laughing as Leslie pulled her shirt back on.

“Okay dick weed…We want to see your cock.” Leslie ordered.

“Yeah, while we were waiting to kick your ass, my girl here bet me that you had a small little pinky sized dick.” Red remained bare chested seemingly non-pulsed by her topless state.

Humbert fumbled with the belt to pants slowly undoing the belt and sliding his khakis down with his boxers to reveal his slightly above average blessing. He didn’t want to risk angering the girls again.

“Well, well, well Hum-Bert. What a nice long cock you have there.” Red eyes widened at the sight of his semi-erect member.

“Pull those pants down further. As a matter of fact, take ‘em all the fucking way off.” She ordered.

He complied letting his pants slide to the floor and kicking them off to stand completely bottomless in front of the two girls.

“Looks like he likes you Leslie.” Red taunted her friend who looked seriously annoyed.

“You’re the one standing here with your tits out.”

“Yeah, but he’s been burning a hole in your chubby tits all day bitch.” Red countered.

“Fuck you Red.” Leslie actually looked disgusted and turned her head away from Humbert.

“Hey asshole, which one of us would you rather fuck?”

“Please.” He begged knowing that there probably was no right answer to this question.

“Which one of us would you rather fuck?!!”

“Leslie.” His head swung down towards the floor as he tensed up expecting a blow.

Leslie immediately responded by kicking him in the balls. Humbert screamed in pain sure that his testicles had been smashed to oblivion. Red whispered in her friend’s ear staring down at their victim. Both girls bumped fists and smiled to each other.

“On your feet.” She ordered.


“Get-the-FUCK-up…RIGHT NOW!!!” He managed to get to his feet with help from the doorway to the back room.

“Now, I want you to lean up against that wall and shut the fuck up Hum-Bert. If you make even one peep, we’ll spend the rest of the night taking turns kicking you in balls until they fall off and roll across the got-damn floor.” Red’s tone and intent were crystal clear.

Humbert complied leaning against the door frame causing his shriveled penis to jut outward towards the girls.

“You got five minutes bitch.” Leslie said looking at her watch.

Humbert was astonished to say the least as the redhead kneeled in front of him staring directly at his cock. He began to tremble again as she brought her face closer to his cock seemingly examining it.

Red suddenly took it into her mouth in one voracious gulp and began giving Humbert an extremely sloppy blow job…no hands using only her neck and hips to swivel about on his meat. Leslie stared at her watch and looked bored while her BFF was working over the lanky nerd’s cock with wild fervor and lustful hunger.

Saliva and precum began to run from her mouth in disgusting webs soiling her chest and dripping onto the floor. Humbert did his best to be silent but a few moans began to escape his lips.

“You are such a whore.” Leslie was definitely disgusted.

Humbert could feel himself getting ready to cum but he didn’t know if he should tell or signal Red somehow. She was really getting into the blowjob and had begun massaging his balls and lightly jerking his vein crossed cock with savage efficiency.

“One minute Red.” Leslie checked her watch again. He didn’t know why the brunette bombshell was calling time on his blowjob, but he knew it couldn’t be good news for him.

Red began violently jerking his cock and licking the fat mushroom head of his organ and his hips started to involuntarily respond humping into the girl’s plump, wet lips.

He was about to cum…

“Time!” Leslie yelled with a smile on her face as Red completely stopped blowing him and jumped to her feet directing her anger towards her friend.

“YOU CHEATED BITCH!!!” Red yelled at the top of her lungs and Humbert even thought that the women would come to blows.

“You know the rules cunt!! If you forfeit, that lovely car of yours is all mine!” Leslie waved her finger in front of her BFF’S freckled face.

The redhead turned her attention to Humbert, rage reading across her face as she began a slow boil. Red suddenly kicked off her boots and hooked her thumbs into her leggings drawing them down to reveal her perfect legs. She completely removed them kicking them over towards his own discarded pants. Now Red stood before him in what appeared to be an extremely small pair of black bikini panties that were so tight they appeared to be painted onto her body.

“Don’t say one word…Not one fucking word dickwad.”

Humbert watched in amazement as Red got down on all fours and turned her perfect tear drop shaped butt towards him. She casually reached back with one hand pulling her panties to the side.

“Fuck my ass nerd.” Red ordered.

Humbert didn’t know what to make of the situation as Leslie grinned and motioned for him to comply with Red’s order.

“GET THE FUCK OVER HERE!!” He jumped and ran to the kneeling woman looking down at the perfect heart shaped ass before him. He grasped her small waist but immediately took his hands away not knowing if she preferred to be taken in that manner. His hands briefly grasped her juicy, narrow buttocks.

“Squat down and stick the head of your cock inside my asshole. I’ll take it from there fucker.”

He pressed his cockhead against the cleft of her buoyant ass cheeks running his cock along the crevice for a few seconds and luxuriating in the soft, slightly sweaty pale skin. Red’s manicured and delicate fingers reached back drawing one of her cheeks apart exposing her brown eye. Humbert’s breathing intensified as he gingerly poked the very tip of his penis against the crinkly brown star.

He glanced towards Leslie noticing that her level of interest had changed considerably. He could see her massive chest heaving and her nostrils seemed to be flaring.

Red surprised him by slamming her butt backwards and taking his complete length in one urgent motion.

“FUUUCK!!” Red moaned as she began fucking herself on Humbert’s engorged cock, pulling herself slowly forward only to ram herself back as hard as she could. He watched her pale, white butt slide along the length of his cock and began to fidget a little wanting to grab her curvy hips and drive his prick into her asshole with all he had.

“How’s about a little help Hum-Bert?” Red wiggled her bubble butt on his cock for emphasis. She had this way of twerking at the hips that put pressure on his cock from just below the head of his penis in a massaging motion. He couldn’t help himself as he dug his fingers into the widest part of her fleshy hips and started ramming himself home as hard as he could.

“YEEEAHH!! That’s EXACTLY what the FUUUUCK I’m talking about HUUUM-BERT!!” Red encouraged as she continued pounding herself backward into his pelvis.

Leslie had begun sweating profusely and fondling one of her tits through the material of her t-shirt.

“Pull my hair HHUUUM-BERT!!” Red was in ecstasy as the nerd began bottoming out in her asshole in a herky jerky motion. He had all but forgotten the copious abuse heaped on him by these two cheerleaders as he grabbed a fistful of Red’s wild mane twisting it around his fist and pumping even harder.

“OOOHHH!!! OH FUCK!!! OOOOHH!!! FUUUCK ME YOU BITCH!!! WRECK MY TIGHT ASSHOLE WITH YOUR COCK!!! Red had started to orgasm and was beginning to violently shake and sob. Tears had begun to ruin her carefully applied mascara.

Leslie at this point was openly fingering herself in tandem to the debauched sight in front of her. One of her hands was on an exposed breast rolling the nipple and the horny girl had pulled up the front of her skirt, yanked her panties aside to rub her clit with abandon.

“OOOOH FUUUCK!!! I’M GONNA CUUUUM!! I’M GONNA CUM ON THIS NERD’S COCK!!!” Red had raised her upper torso up and was basically standing on her knees pounding herself into Humbert and shaking even more violently.

Leslie had shoved three fingers inside her shaved cunt and was finger banging herself in tandem with the fucking occurring in front of her. Her brown locks were matted to her head and drenched in sweat.

Red collapsed on her taunt, toned belly taking the lanky teen with her to the tiled floor. Humbert flopped around on top of the redhead driving his cock into her as hard as he could. He began trembling and jerking on top of this beautiful wild creature beneath him, his climax fast approaching.

“I’m gonna cum.” He half whispered into her ear, his speech slurred and drool running from his mouth onto her cheek.

“Cum motherfucker…Cum in my fuckin’ AAAASSSHHOOOLE!!!” The orgasm finally claimed the teen and she began vibrating and shaking like a woman possessed.

“FUUUCKK!!” Humbert began filling the redhead’s rectum to capacity with his semen, some of it spouting out of her juicy ass and blanketing her cheeks.

He sat back on his haunches and jerked the rest of his seed onto the delectable derriere of his former tormentor before collapsing into a sitting position on his naked ass.

Red was motionless on the floor face down in a pool of her own bodily fluids and intermingled sweat.

Humbert sat breathing heavily, his bruised features still smarting and his spent cock feeling like it had been put inside a blender. His chest was raw and he could barely move.


He looked over to find Leslie staring at him with a forlorn look in her eyes. Her fingers were still frantically working on her pussy as she looked to be on the verge of tears.

“Please help me, I can’t cum.” Leslie pleaded, her chest heaving as she continued rubbing on her clit.

“Wh-What do you want me to do?” He asked.

“Eat me.” Leslie breathed as she grabbed a handful of his hair driving his face into her exposed crotch. Humbert began to lap along the puffy shaved lips of her vagina sticking his tongue in after a few moments. Leslie tightened her grip on his head digging her nails into his scalp.

“UH-UH, LICK MY CLIT …HARDER!!” She cried as his movements began to affect the young woman. He began to use his tongue like a scoop dipping between her lower lips and rolling across her button.

“Fuck.” Leslie whispered and began humping her voluptuous hips against the nerd’s wet face. He couldn’t believe this was happening to him as he had worked his chin deeper into her crotch and started jerking his head from side to side causing more pressure to be placed on Leslie’s clit.

“OOoooh.” She whispered radically different from Red who had begun to stir on the floor. Red was like a wild animal screaming and thrashing about whereas Leslie seemed to always be holding something inside hidden away.

Leslie leaned back against the counter lovingly cradling the back of Humbert’s head with one hand and fondling her tit with the other. She squeezed her eyes shut as she rolled her engorged nipple.

“Oh yeah baby, that’s so fucking good. Lick my pussy clean fag.” Her lust filled words stung a bit, but he was determined to get the stacked cheerleader off.

“Suck that dirty pussy; lick me like you lick your mother you douche.” Leslie continued lost in euphoria. Humbert rankled at the insults attempting to draw his head away from the teen’s vagina.

“Now, now now pencil dick.” Leslie cautioned humping herself onto his tongue somewhat rougher. Red was laying on her stomach with a satisfied smile. Humbert chaffed at the insults, but went into survival mode and reached up cupping Leslie’s juicy black girl type ass; kneading her cheeks.

Leslie violently shoved him away with her foot sending the nerd tumbling.

“ASSHOLE!!! DON’T YOU EVER TOUCH ME!!!” Leslie shrieked at the top of lungs like a banshee. She appeared to be in a fit of disgust shaking and trembling, running her hands through her brown locks.

“I’M REALLY SORRY LESLIE!! I DIDN’T MEAN ANYTHING BY IT!!” He pleaded looking towards Red who was snapped out of her post orgasmic phase, her features returning to their normal angry countenance.

Leslie looked as if she would burst into tears at any moment. She seemed to have truly been disgusted by his touch. The tears began to slowly run down her cheeks mixed with her own mascara. Red had managed to get to her feet and cradled her BFF in her arms. The women talked in a whisper for a few moments before turning their attention to Humbert.

“I’m really sorry.” He half pleaded not knowing what to make of the developing situation.

“Hey it’s alright Hum-Bert. You just got caught up right?” Red grinned in his direction.


“I mean look at her [Motioning towards Leslie.]. Who wouldn’t want to fuck the hell out of all that right?” Leslie was still averting her eyes away from Humbert.


“Humbert…Do you want to fuck Leslie right now?” Red asked the floored teen.

“I don’t think that would be a good idea Red.” He attempted to take Leslie’s feelings into consideration.

Red responded by slapping him hard across the face.


He glanced over at Leslie and was shocked to see her stripping off her shirt and shimmying out of her mini skirt revealing a light blue pair of panties. Her tanned, toned thighs caused an instant rock-hard erection. She seemed to have a slightly bronzed tint to her complexion and appeared as a sculpted goddess… He was in awe of the woman before him.

“Are you gonna fuck me Hum-Bert?” she asked cupping her small hands under her breasts and continuously rolling her nipples.

“Well, I’d like to if you’d let me.”

“Well, uhm okay Humbert. But you’ll have to do it my way of course.” Leslie had stopped trembling and he could swear the beginnings of a smile were reading across her thin lips.

“You wouldn’t have a problem with that, would you boy?” Red chimed in with an inviting smile of her own.

“Uh, no I don’t think so.”

Both girls suddenly clapped and simultaneously yelled “Hoo-Ray!!” Humbert felt a twinge of apprehension really not knowing what he was getting himself into. Before he could consider it further, Red had wrapped her arms around him and began passionately kissing him and softly stroking his cock.

Before long the confused teen found himself spooning with Red in an intense exchange not knowing what would come next. He was determined to just get it over with and boiling over with conflicted emotion. These women had repeatedly assaulted him and Red had given her juicy ass to him.

He’d lost his virginity to one of the meanest bitches in Maplewood county and now, he was about to fuck one of the most unobtainable women in his high school.

How weird was that? Humbert thought as Red pressed her lovely lips onto his and worked her tongue into his mouth. She seemed to be insatiable when aroused and was pressing her hot body against his forcing him onto his back.

Leslie was suddenly hovering over him mere inches from his face, her slightly pendulous breasts just aching for his touch. She stared intently into his eyes with a look that was one part curiosity, two parts predator.

“You’re so pretty.” Leslie complimented him following her words up with an extremely light peck on the lips. He could feel Leslie’s fingers around his cock in tandem with her friend’s own skilled digits. He moaned and humped up into their hands desperately trying to get himself off.

“You’re a pretty little bitch.” Leslie casually taunted bringing her lips close to his and kissing her BFF at the last moment. Humbert watched as the two girls made out while softly stroking his cock enough to keep him on the verge of climax, denying him the chance to cum.

He could feel both girls’ breasts rubbing up against his own chest as they continued to make out over him. Red continued to stroke his penis while Leslie fondled his balls. Her finger occasionally drifted near his brown eye and he would squirm from the sensation.

He began to notice that one of the girl’s hands seemed to linger and press against his asshole.

“Hey, what are you doing down there?” Humbert began to feel threatened as he twitched involuntarily when he felt a finger push against his brown eye.

“Sssshhh baby, just chill the fuck out because you’re gonna love this.” Red cautioned with her trademark snarl. He began to move about none the less as Red and Leslie became a little more forceful in pinning him down.

“What the fuck are you guys doing?!!” He continued to panic when he felt the finger breach his asshole and twirl about.

“Oh so you’re going to make trouble again?” Red accused as she straddled his chest pinning him down under her nude body.

“Stop moving around douche!! He realized that Leslie was the culprit assaulting his back door feeling a second finger breach his ass. Leslie slowly began to move her fingers in and out of him with a rising cadence of activity.

“Humbert, you need to relax. Struggling is only gonna make it worse.” Red warned as he squawked at the sensation of a third finger in his anus.

“No …don’t do this!” He begged as the raw burning sensation in his ass increased exponentially. Red mashed her hand over his mouth and started violently working his cock over like she wanted to jerk it off.

“But you said we could. You agreed to this!”

“No!! I didn’t agree to this!” Humbert pleaded.

“Yes-you did Humbert. You “said” you would do it Leslie’s way and now you want to go back on your word.”

“I didn’t know she was going to mess with my butt Red.”

“You didn’t ask Hum-Bert.” She unexpectedly rose and stepped to the side allowing the teen to finally sit up. Leslie had already removed her fingers from his anus and was slowly rising as well.

Both girls just stared at him in silence, seemingly doing a slow burn.

“I didn’t know…I DIDN’T KNOW!!” He snatched up his pants but didn’t put them on. He just held them in front of him staring back at the cheerleaders.

“I didn’t know you were going to rape me either Hum-Bert.” Red folded her arms across her small bust, still naked as the day she was born.


“You locked yourself in here with us and forced us to strip, and then you fucked my ass raw as I-uh, begged for my life.” Red said casually.


“Yeah it did baby. You raped the fuck out of Melissa. I saw the way you took her like an animal!! You tore her asshole up with that “big cock” of yours shit stain!!” Leslie added to the emerging story.

“Why’d you rape me Humbert Jenkins of 2345 Oak Street?” Fear began to claim him as he realized that Red knew exactly where he lived. He began to hyper ventilate and tremble.

“You fucking pervert!! YOU RAPED MY BEST FRIEND!!” Leslie suddenly shouted jarring the teen even further.

“I’ll never be the same again Humbert Jenkins. What if somebody did that to your mother Hum-Bert …What if somebody fucked Laura Jenkins up her old, tired asshole?” Red laughed as the nerd dropped to his knees holding his head.

“You know Melissa’s dad is the sheriff of Maplewood Hum-Bert.” Leslie reminded him.

“My daddy loves me Humbert.”

“Please.” He whispered.

“My daddy worships the ground I walk on bitch. Daddy’s gonna flip when he finds out how you ASSAULTED me HUM-BERT.” Red taunted the shrinking nerd.

“Oh yeah, he’s probably gonna BLOW YOUR UGLY HEAD OFF with his twelve gauge.” Leslie laughed as tears ran down Humbert’s cheeks in torrents. He was defeated and he knew it.

“I watch that CSI show and I know that after I go to the hospital and get a rape kit done…Well, you’re so fucked when they get all that incriminating cum out of my gaped asshole. Know what I’m talking about Humbert? They call that shit, uhm DNA! Right Humbert?” Red dropped her hands from her chest and stood there looking down at her victim with her hands on her hips.

“You’re gonna wish that two hotties were pegging your corn hole when your cell mate’s BIG, BLACK COCK SHOOTS RIGHT UP YOUR ASSHOLE HUM-BERT!!” Leslie was really getting into the scenario.

Humbert fell forward on his hands sobbing openly as the girls stopped taunting him and watched amused as he cried his eyes out.

“Please, forgive me…Forgive me for going back on my word and breaking my promise.”

The two cheerleaders stood there taking it all in as their victim sobbed at their feet.

“Hey, hey bitch… [He looks up at Red.] It ain’t the end of the world.”


“Yeah baby, you can keep your promise and then, well this all goes away Humbert.” Red assured him.

“Yeah, it’s not even gonna hurt that much either.” Leslie tried to sound positive.

“Really?” His words were slightly slurred from sniffling and crying.

“Yeah. We’re going to be real gentle and treat you like a little princess Humbert.”

Leslie had her purse on the counter and was removing what appeared to be some sort of leather harness that she began strapping around her waist and between her legs. Humbert began shaking in fear and loudly half breathing, half hiccupping. Red lightly ran her fingers through his hair silently getting off on the fear coursing through Humbert’s body.

“Hey calm down little guy, I’m going to be here every step of the way.”

“Really, you will?” He looked up into her pretty face finding a look of compassion and empathy.

Red directed his attention over to Leslie who was at that moment pulling a long banana shaped dildo from her purse. The stacked hottie actually held it up modeling it before the nerd’s wide saucer shaped eyes.

“See, it’s not that bad Humbert. You only have to take it until she gets off and trust me, it ‘ll probably be less than five minutes.”

“H-How’s she supposed to get off from sticking that “thing” up my butt?” Both girls looked at each other and smiled at his question.

“You see that belt thingie around Leslie’s fat hips?”


“Well in the crotch of that harness is a fitted piece of plastic that rubs up against her clit while she’s fucking someone with it and trust me when I say this Humbert…she’ll have one mind-fucking-orgasm while she’s pegging your tight hole.”

He flinched at the last part of that sentence as he watched Leslie attach the dildo to the crotch of the harness by screwing it into place. She began kneading her large breasts and staring in his direction with a toothsome grin.

“I-I think it’s gonna hurt.” He was starting to get visibly nervous as the brunette approached him.

“You’re not backing out are you?” The tender inflection in Red’s voice started to change a bit.

“Nuh-no…I just think it’s gonna hurt. A lot.” He was trembling again.

“Now why don’t you just let me worry about that Humbert. Turn around on your hands and knees.” He complied slowly turning his back and hairy ass towards Leslie. He was shocked when he suddenly found the dildo staring him in the face and looked up at an expectant Leslie.

“I forgot to bring some lube. Could you help me out with this?” Inwardly he was pissed that this cunt actually wanted him to suck the dildo she was going to shove up his ass, but at this point he was just in survival mode. He began sucking on the first five inches of the dildo for a few moments. Leslie grabbed the back of his head and shoved the rest of it into his throat.

“Yeeah bitch, suck my dick…Gag on that cock.” She actually sounded like she was getting off on humiliating him. He peered out the corner of his eye to see Red surveying the scene with this incredulous look on her face.

“Don’t look at me bitch, look up at her. You look into her fucking eyes when you suck her cock Hum-Bert.” He hated the way the two girls intentionally mispronounced his name. He looked up at Leslie who had begun roughly humping his mouth.

Red had begun to pull her leggings on and was checking her phone. She snapped a few pictures with her phone when he wasn’t looking. Leslie had begun to gag him and saliva was freely running from his mouth in disgusting webs as choking sounds erupted from his throat. A couple of times she pinched his nose forcing him to open his mouth wider.

“You’re a natural cocksucker Humbert. You could give lessons.” Leslie complimented as she pulled the soaked toy from his mouth. His jaw was actually sore from sucking on the sex toy. He was extremely nervous as the stacked brunette got behind him and he felt her hands on his hips.

“Hey, hey baby boy. Don’t worry cause Red’s gonna take care of you.” The redhead planted a light kiss on his forehead.

“You-said it’s not really gonna hurt that much, right?” He asked again just needing to hear the lie once more. Red reached out and cupped his cheeks in her small hands as he felt Leslie fingers pulling his ass cheeks wide apart with greedy fingers.

“I lied.” She said with a quick smile.

There was an audible “pop” as the toy pierced his O Ring.

Humbert screamed at the top of his lungs as the dildo was shoved violently into his rectum with as much force as the cheerleader could manage.

“AAAAHHHHH!!! GET THAT FUCKING THING OUT OF MY ASS!!!” But the brunette would not be swayed as she wildly slammed herself into the lanky teen. Red marveled at the apparent joy of Leslie as she happily watched her friend fuck the dog shit out of the teen.

“FUCK YEAH!!!” Leslie dug her well-manicured nails into the flesh of his waist and steadied herself as she began pounding his ass with strong measured strokes. The plastic nub on her end of the toy was nudged violently into her own clit and she began to fill an orgasm slowly start to build.

“IT FUCKING HURTS SOOO BAAD!!!” He tried to buck the thick teen off, but she positioned herself over him locking herself into place with her muscular thighs.

The scene was starting to get to Red as drool started to run down her lips. She rubbed her cunt through her leggings as Leslie took Humbert froggy style. His cries escalated alarming the redhead out of her stupor and she quickly grasped his wrists looking directly in his tear filled eyes.

A beautiful young woman asked me to write her an erotic professor / student story. My effort to grant her request is below. (She loved it.)


I was in my office at the university getting ready for the next day’s classes when there was a knock at my door. I answered it and you were standing there. I wasn’t sure why you were visiting, regardless, I was glad to see you; you are one of my favorite students (if not my very favorite). I suspected that your coming to my office had something to do with the fact that you had failed the last exam.

I also suspected that I was attracted to you because you tended to wear short skirts to class and always sat in the front row. The view was very distracting, but I was sure that, in your innocence, you were not conscious of the effect you had on me.

“Amy, come in. What do I owe this pleasant visit to?”

You entered shut the door and, although I didn’t notice at the time, you quietly locked it behind you. Then you looked at me, smiled that smile that literally drove me crazy, and said, “Professor, I had a bit of a problem and wasn’t able to study for the last exam. My grade is not what I hoped it would be, in fact, I might not be able to graduate if I can’t improve on it.”

The way you looked at me as you were sharing your problem sent shivers down my back. However, still under control, I responded, “And just what do you expect me to do about that, Young Lady?”

“Well … Professor … I thought … an extra credit assignment to make up for the points I lost would help me get the grade I need.”

“Sweetheart, I’m sure you are well aware that I don’t give extra credit points, or assignments for that matter.”

At this point you moved very close to me, your breasts almost touching my belly, your face looking up at me, and that smile … God … that smile. … “Professor, I’m sure you could at least change my grade, I’m more than willing to do whatever it takes to make that happen.”

Maintaining my composure, I said, “And just what did you have in mind, Young Lady?”

“Professor, don’t play so innocent with me. I’ve seen the way you look at me in class. Do you think I’ve been wearing those short skirts for nothing? … I was sure that the impact I was having on you would come in handy one day. It seems to me today is the perfect time. You don’t have any other plans do you?”

I didn’t … I thought, Well … if you are going to throw yourself at me like this, I am going to take full advantage of you.

I took a moment to clear everything off the top of my large oak desk. I loved this desk, willed to me by a favorite aunt, it was big enough to sleep on, it was the largest desk I’d ever seen.

Then, I reached into my top desk drawer and pulled out a blindfold that I used when I wanted to meditate during the day.

I looked at you and said, “Baby … sit down in that chair behind you.”

You hesitated … probably wondering what I was about.

“Do you want an A on the exam?” I said in a challenging voice.

“Yes, Sir,” you answered with a bit of sarcasm in your voice.

I ignored the sarcasm, knowing full well that soon I would have you under my complete control. “Then don’t hesitate when I give you a command. Do you understand?”

“Yes, Sir.”

“Good girl, now once again, sit down in that chair behind you.”

No hesitation this time, you quickly took a seat. I walked around from behind my desk and put the blindfold on you.

“Professor, what are you doing?”

“Baby … if you’re going to continue questioning my actions, we’re going to have a problem, …. I’ll ask you one more time. …

Then, in a very commanding voice, ‘Do you want an A on the exam?”

“Yes, Sir,” you answered meekly.

From the tone of your voice, I knew you had come to the full realization that you were going to have to let go; do, without question. whatever I asked of you.

“Then do what I ask of you without questioning me. Is that clear?”

“Yes, Sir. I’m sorry for questioning you, Professor.”

“Now, that’s being a good girl. I’m going to be gone for a few minutes, you will sit here quietly waiting patiently for me to return, and you will not remove that blindfold. Do you understand?”

“Yes, Sir. I will be right here, waiting patiently for your return and I will not remove the blindfold.”

“Good girl. I’m delighted that you learn so quickly,” and I kissed you softly on the lips.

I left the room and went to my car. I always carried some rope in the trunk. Getting it, I brought the rope back to my office. I wasn’t sure what I’d find when I returned: Had you left or taken off the blindfold? If you haven’t followed my instructions, I would have to punish you severely.

No problem, you were there, sitting in the chair, patiently waiting, the blindfold still in place.

I walked over to you, grabbed your arm and as I stood you to your feet, I said, “Baby, you’re being a very good girl. But I think this office a bit warm and that you’d be much more comfortable if we took off your blouse. I’m sure that’s fine with you, … isn’t it?”

“Yes, Sir, whatever you think is best, is fine with me.”

I unbuttoned your blouse, excited finally to be able to see those beautiful breasts incased in a bra that I knew I would love. … And, I wasn’t disappointed, the bra was almost transparent, no seams on the top, just silky see through fabric. I reached out and touched each breast, playing with your nipples through the fabic of the bra … I was finding it harder and harder to control myself.

After a few delicious moments with your breasts, I commanded you to, “Raise your hands and arms above your head, clasping your hands together.”

You did this quickly, not wanting to make me unhappy.

As soon as they were in the position I wanted, I quickly tied them together with one end of the rope, then I dragged you backward, keeping you slightly off balance to my desk.

With your ass against the desk I kept pulling you forcing you to lay back against the surface of the desk. Then I pulled you the rest of the way until you were entirely on the desk. Then I secured the rope and cut it off so I would have the rest of it to firmly secure your legs.

I took a step back and surveyed what I had accomplished so far. As I looked at you stretched out on top of my desk, I was even more taken by your beauty. a beauty that now had more than a touch of the erotic. Your arms and hands were bound and stretched above your head. Your breasts in that beautiful bra were pulled up tight and I could see your nipples hard and protruding against the silky fabric.

Your skirt was almost perfectly laid out smoothly covering your thighs to about two inches above your knees. … It was tempting to explore what lay beneath; but that would have to wait a bit longer. … You weren’t wearing any stockings, but your legs were smooth as silk. On your feet were a cute pair of sandals.

I walked over to you and began massaging your breasts through your bra. I bent down and kissed you on the forehead, the tip of the nose, and then your lips. Your mouth opened as your tongue searched for mine. But I pulled away … “Not yet baby, don’t be naughty, I haven’t given you permission yet to explore my mouth.”

You sighed and said, “Yes Professor, you know best.”

“That’s a good girl …” then I kissed your neck and your ear, all the time massaging your breast. I whispered, “Baby, I can see that you want me to have my way with you. … tell me what’s in your heart Baby … tell me, ‘Professor, I want you to have your way with me.’ Tell me baby, I know that’s what’s in your heart. Voice it Baby, voice it now.”

“Professor … I want you … to have your … way with me. Please, have your way with me, I am yours, do what you will with me.”

Yes, baby … I will have my way with you. But I think you really want me to fuck you, baby.” I whispered into your ear, blowing my warm breath to enter your ear as my words did … You moaned.

“Yes, professor, I want you, I need you to fuck me. Please Professor, every day in your class, as I watch you lecture, I fantasize all the different ways you would fuck me. Please Professor, please fuck me.”

“All in good time Baby … but, you must get your panties very wet before I will fuck you … do you think you can do that baby, get your panties very wet.”

“I will do my best, Professor.”

“I know you will … Then I kissed you softly on the mouth, gave your breast a squeeze and got back to work.

“Baby, I think it’s time for you to lose this cute skirt. I love it … I love seeing you in all those cute skirts. And now that I know that you’ve been wearing them just for me. … I trust you will continue wearing them for the rest of the semester.”

“Yes, Sir, I promise. I will wear a skirt to every one of your classes and I will always sit in the front row. Will that make you happy Professor?”

“Yes my sweet Amy, that will make me very happy.”

I stood at the foot of the desk, your beautiful body stretched out before me. I could see part way up your skirt. I reached out and massaged your thighs, my hands moving under your skirt, relishing the glimpse I got of your panties. then I moved down to your calves massaging them, tenderly, lovingly.

Next, I removed your sandals, massaged your feet, sucking on each of your toes.

Finally, i reached up and pulled off your skirt, tossing it aside. Under your skirt was the panties that I had so much enjoyed getting a glimpse of. I was delighted to see that they matched your bra; were made of the same silky fabric.

I could see the outline of your pussy through them. How I wanted to rip them off and bury my head between your legs feasting on your sweet pussy juices … but, that, too, would have to wait. I didn’t want to take your panties off not until they were soaking wet … I saw a bit of dampness, but they still had a long way to go before I’d be satisfied.

Them I took a section of the rope and looped it around your knee, pulled it tight, forcing your leg wide open and secured the other end of the rope to a leg of the desk. Then I moved around to the other side and, using another section of the rope, I repeated the process.

Once again, I stood back and observed my handy work.

There you were lying before me, legs spread wide, your silky panties showing the full outline of your sweet pussy, your breasts pulled high with your arms stretched above your head. You were fully secured; you were completely under my control. I could use you in any way I wanted.

I said, “I think you like being tied up. … Tell me baby, do you like being tied up? Do you like being completely in my control, where I can do anything I want with you?”

“Yes, Sir, I am finding this very exciting, please use me in any way you want. Please Professor, I know now that this body of mine is yours to use as you see fit. My breasts are yours Professor, … my lips and my mouth are yours, … my pussy and my ass are yours … please Professor use them, they are yours to do with as you wish.”

“Well, baby … our first objective is to get those panties a lot wetter than they are. Maybe I can help you out.”

I quickly stripped naked and then climbed up on the desk and straddled you. I had a pair scissors with me and as I rested my cock on your belly, I said, “Well, if I’m going to tit fuck those gorgeous breasts, that bra is going to have to go. I reached down and cut the bra off of you, and then tossed it aside.

Then I reached into the top drawer of my desk and pulled out a bottle of almond oil (my favorite oil for masturbating), and poured a generous amount on your breasts, then I massaged them, loving the feel of the oil on your skin, spreading the oil around until your breasts were covered in it.

As an added measure, I put some more oil on my cock and then I began to tit fuck you … God … it felt so good. “Baby, I wish you could see how erotic it looks with my cock sliding in and out, between your breasts … I know you’d love to see it … but, baby you’re being punished for being a naughty girl … and you have to wear the blindfold until I take it off.”

Your breath was coming faster; little sounds were escaping from your throat. You were getting more and more excited … you wanted more … but, I wanted to take it nice and easy, enjoy these precious moments playing with your body.

“My Sweet Amy, I think you want me to fuck your mouth, … Don’t you baby? Tell me how much you want my cock in your mouth baby … tell me you want me to throat fuck you baby.”

You moaned and then said, “Professor, Sir … please fuck my mouth, I want your cock in my mouth and as far down my throat as I can handle it. Please fuck my mouth, Professor!”

I moved up and put my cock in your mouth. You devoured it, like a hungry woman who hadn’t eaten for days. I began to fuck your mouth, you gagged, but begged me to try again. You wanted to take my entire cock into your mouth, you wanted to claim ownership of my cock and believed that you would accomplish that once you were able to take it all into your mouth and down your throat. For ten minutes you tried.

Then I said, “Relax baby, you’re trying too hard … listen to your professor … if you relax it will slip right down. I felt you relax and pushed my cock in … and just like that, my cock slipped all the way down until your lips were tight against my body. God, i could feel your throat hugging my cock, it felt just like a cunt. I pulled it out and you took a breath, then i pushed it back in again and began fucking you.

Your eyes were rolled back in your head as you experienced my cock sliding in and out of your mouth and throat. It seemed you were in heaven … delighting in being able to pleasure me in this way.

I was so close to cumming, but it wasn’t time yet. I pulled out, bent down and whispered, “You’re a very good girl … you learn so quickly … here’s your reward.” And, I kissed you passionately allowing our tongues to play with each other and to explore each other’s mouths. It seemed the kiss lasted for an eternity … neither of us wanting it to end.

I reached down and felt your pussy … Oh yes, your panties were very, very wet. I jumped off the table and quickly cut them off of you, tossing them aside. And then, I buried my face between your legs and devoured your pussy. Alternately licking your clit and tongue fucking you. Then I put a couple of fingers up inside of you and started playing with your sweet spot, while increasing the mouth and tongue action.

You began to move your hips in rhythm to my probing and licking. Your moans got louder and then you screamed, “Don’t stop professor I’m so close to cumming … I am cumming, Oh God … I’m cuuuuummmming.” And you screamed, “Yes, yes, yes yeeeesss!” And you collapsed against the top of my desk like a wet wash rag in a shower.

I backed off a bit, but I wasn’t through with you yet. I pulled my fingers out of your cunt, saying, “I’ve got your pussy juices all over my fingers, do you want to suck your juices off my fingers baby?”

“Yes, Sir.” You moaned. And you took my fingers into your mouth and licked them clean.

When you finished, I kissed you once again and then returned to your pussy, licking and kissing it lovingly, determined to take advantage of your heighten sensitivity and bring you to another climax before I fucked you.

It didn’t take long and your screams and crying out were even louder and more passionate than the first time.

I took my mouth from your pussy and moved up to kiss you full on the lips, excited that we would taste your pussy juices and our mouth juices all intermingled together. …Again the kiss was extremely passionate, it seemed to go on forever as we were both lost in the moment.

Then my cock found its way into your sweet pussy and I began to move it slowly in and out.

“Is this what you wanted Sweet Amy … my cock moving in and out of your cunt in perfect harmony with our beating hearts?”

“Oh God yes professor … God … it feels so goooood! Oh so goooood.”

I began to pick up speed, moving in and out faster and faster, pounding my body against yours, going as deep as possible with each thrust. … I felt your cunt tighten around my cock and I knew that you were about to come again.

Again, I heard the same words, the same cries, the same screams. “Don’t stop Professor, please don’t stop … I’m cumming … I’m cumming, Oh God … I’m cuuuuummmming.” And you screamed, “Yes, yes, yes yeeeesss!” And, once again, you collapsed against the top of my desk.

I collapsed on top of you, wanting to feel your skin on my skin, your breasts against my chest, your breath on my neck. My cock was still deep inside of you, still rock hard, easily ready for another fantastic fucking.

I didn’t want this moment to end, but after a while I took off your blindfold and untied you and then we hugged and cuddled on top of the desk. Soon, you began stroking my cock as we laid there and, it became as hard as a rock once more; standing up straight and proud.

“Baby,” I said, “I want you to ride me. I want to see your face as you fuck me. I want to watch your breasts as they move up and down in rhythm with your up and down movement on my cock. I want to feel my cock sliding in and out of you as you take control while I lay here and experience your passion.”

“Yes Sir, I promise I will fuck you like you’ve never been fucked before.” And you climbed on me and put my cock in you and began to ride me as I had never been ridden before.

I felt myself beginning to lose control and I knew that I would cum very soon. But, I willed myself to wait, I could sense that you were going to come again … and then I felt the tightening of your cunt, a sure sign that another climax was on its way.

“Professer … Professor … I’m so close … so close …”

“Cum for me baby I screamed … cum now … baby, I’m cumming … cum now …”

And then, we screamed together … as one person … “YES, YES , yeeeeessss … Oh God … Yess!” And, my juices squirted inside of you as you collapsed on top of me, our mouths finding each other with a long, wet kiss that made all the previous ones look like foreplay.

We laid like that for awhile and then I looked over at the clock. “Baby, it’s been three hours since I started tying you up. … I think it’s time we called it a night.”

“Okay, Professor … but, Professor … can we please do this again. I want to do this again with you, please Professor … please tie me up again and have your way with me. Please promise that we can do this again, and again, and again.”

“Okay baby, you be a good girl and don’t screw up any more exams and I will reward you like this for every A you earn all by yourself. Do you understand my Sweet Amy.”

“Yes, Professor, I understand and I will be the very best student you ever had … and then you will have your way with me again and again and again.”

We got dressed, I walked you to your car … we kissed one more time, deeply, with passion, we hugged very tightly, and then I watched you drive off into the night. But, I knew you’d be back … I knew you were now addicted to me and what I could do to and for you.

Then, I thought … There’s only one problem … I’m addicted to her, too. I can no more live without her, than I believe that she could live without me. … It looks like we will be seeing quite a bit of each other.

The rest of the afternoon was difficult for Mokie. Jenn spent the first fifteen minutes after Jason left riding her face as she lay flat on the floor. Jenn pulled and twisted her nipples the entire time, torturing her as she ground her pussy on her face.

After she came, Jenn spent another half hour with Mokie bent over her knee. She teased her pussy, bringing her close to orgasm, then withdrew and spanked her ass hard and long. By the end, Mokie was begging her mistress to let her cum, but all she had was a glowing red ass and sopping wet pussy to show for her troubles.

Jenn was unrelenting, pulling her out into the living area. She ordered Mokie to sit at the table, and she cuffed each of her ankles to the chair. She then cuffed her left wrist to the leg of the table, and brought her the diary and a pen.

“Write, slave. Fill these pages with your secrets. Your master wishes to know how our treatment of you makes you juice.”


When Jason arrived at 11pm, he found Mokie still cuffed to the table and chair. Her head was down on the table, sound asleep.

“She wrote five pages in her diary, and then I caught the bitch trying to masturbate right there in her chair,” said Jenn, standing behind her. “I cuffed her hands underneath the table to prevent her from enjoying herself too much.

“You really are getting the hang of this, you know?” Jason responded. He and Jenn embraced and kissed each other lustfully. “I’m proud of you,” he smiled.

Jenn blushed at the compliment.

Jason lifted Mokie by the hair and slapped the top of her breasts. “Wake up, slave!” he shouted. “Time to go meet your owner for the night.”


Just before midnight, Mokie, Jenn and Jason walked through the doors of Love ‘N Leather. Mokie was wearing a black string bikini beneath a thigh-level yellow raincoat. Her heels belied something scant beneath her coat, but there were few people on the street to take notice.

Leonard greeted them inside the door, eyeing his prize up and down as they entered. He grabbed her hair and spoke directly into her face. “We are going to have a whole lot of fun tonight, sweetheart.”

“How much time do I have?” he asked Jason.

“I think three hours is good enough, in exchange for a month of free rentals, which I will start taking advantage of now.” Jason started scanning the shelves as Jenn supervised the activity.

“Three hours, pet. That means that if I cum right now, I can cum twice before we are through,” Len said to Mokie. “Now remove that coat and get down on your knees.”

“Yes, master,” said Mokie. She had spent the entire afternoon being denied an orgasm, and she was hoping that if she played nice with Leonard, he would make her cum. Even without her debilitating need to cum, she would have been compliant with his demands. Deep inside her she lusted for Leonard, and she wanted him to like her, too.

She slid her coat over her shoulders and let it fall to the floor. Len licked the lips at the sight of her in the bikini, his view of her tits improving as she sank to her knees in front of him.

He pulled his fully erect shaft out of his shorts and let it stand in front of her face. She gripped it with her right hand and started stroking it. Len shuttered at the beauty of her technique, teasing his head with short, fast strokes before sliding long and slow up his shaft.

“That’s a nice start, slut, but let’s get down to business. We only have three hours.” He put a hand on the back of her head and pulled her lips onto his cock.

Jenn had made Mokie apply bright red lipstick for just this moment, and Leonard marveled at the visual. The soft crimson ring slid down his cock half way, coating it with a thin film of saliva. She bounced her head on his dick as far as it could go before making contact with her hand, still gripping his base. Her eyes stared up right into his, driving him wild.

“Get deeper on that cock, slave. Put your hands behind your back,” Leonard commanded.

Mokie gripped her wrists behind her back as Len grabbed her around the ears, interlacing his fingers with her hair. He pulled her deep until his cock head hit the back of her throat.

“Ckk…ckkkk….ckkkk,” she choked as her quivering lips left a bright red shade near the base of his dick. He loved the look of her impaled on him.

He jammed in and out with a couple quick strokes, savoring the sensation of her pierced tongue pulsating up his entire Length.

“Mmmppphhhh. Mmpphh. Mmpphh,” Mokie struggled to take him at this pace. He forced himself all the way in, then pulled all the way out. A drooping string of her saliva connected the tip of his cock to her bottom lip.

As he forced himself back into her mouth, the saliva fell onto her bikini-clad breasts. He fucked away at her oral cavity, exploring every square inch of her tongue, throat and cheeks.

With only his clenching fingers as a warning, he halted his motion and erupted inside her. He held her chin tight against the bottom of his dick so no cum could escape.

“Hold it,” he said, leaving his dick inside her. The intrusion of his cock and spunk prevented her from breathing. Leonard held her until her face started to turn red, and then slid all the way out in one quick motion.

Mokie coughed up his spunk, overflowing from her mouth onto her chin and dripping down to her tits, which were starting to shimmer with all of the bodily fluid on them.

“Very good, slut,” he complimented. Mokie was filled with a sense of pride that he had enjoyed it, despite the fact that she was a complete mess. Her hair was disheveled, her face sweaty and cum-covered, and her tits were well-lathered.

“Up on your feet. Time to go downstairs,” he continued.

Mokie worked her way up on her heels and followed him down to the basement. It was predictably dark, just a couple light bulbs hanging from the ceiling. A few tables and chairs, and other gadgets of BDSM were spread around with seemingly no order, but Mokie did not have time to take inventory of them.

“Give me your wrists,” said Leonard.

He clasped each of them into a leather cuff and connected them with a three-inch length of chain. He lifted them above her head and attached them to a hook before walking over to the wall and grabbing a crank.

As he wound the crank, Mokie felt her arms tighten above her head. He kept cranking until she had to get up on her toes, and then kept going until she was nearly a foot off the ground.

“Please, sir, enough!” she cried. “My shoulders!”

“They will go numb soon enough,” he answered.

Using a pair of scissors, he snipped through her bikini top and bottom, peeled them off of her body and shoved them into her mouth.

“Now, stay quiet for the next few minutes.”

He turned off the lights and walked up stairs, leaving her in complete darkness.

Mokie hung for what seemed like an eternity, but was really about 15 minutes. She could see nothing, but became increasingly aware of the ambient noise. Her shoulders were burning, bearing the full weight of her body, and her head hung low. She wanted to scream, but she knew no one upstairs would care. As her shoulders started to go numb, she nearly drifted into unconsciousness.

In a flash, the door swung open and slammed against the wall. The loud bang and flooding light shocked Mokie back to earth. Her three tormentors entered and spilled a bag of equipment on one of the tables.

Mokie watched as Len picked up a set of ankle spreaders and approached her. Even if she had the strength to resist, she would have complied, so she swayed her legs apart so he could lock her ankles in place.

She now hung with her legs forced wide as Leonard pushed a table up to her from behind. The tabletop came to rest just below her ass.

“As I lower you, lie back on the table,” Len ordered.

“Yes, master,” Mokie wept through the shredded bikini in her mouth.

He moved back to the wall and turned the crank counterclockwise, and Mokie slowly dropped onto the tabletop. When she was lying flat on top of it, Len returned and released her hands from the hook. Pressing them flat above her head, he tied them to one of the legs beneath the table.

He then raised her legs upwards and attached the middle of the leg spreader to the hook. He returned to the table of gadgets and returned with a long leather strap. Wrapping it around the table at her waist, he pinned her back flat to the table while her legs remained spread and directed straight up at the ceiling.

Leonard gazed at his prize, her sex spread unprotected before him. His eyes shifted south towards her plug.

“This might get in the way later,” he said as he slid it out of her ass. He brought it to her mouth.

“Spit out those rags,” he ordered, referring to her bikini. Mokie turned and expelled her tattered garment onto the table beside her head.

“Now open wide,” he said as he brought the plug to her lips.

Mokie gulped in disgust, not wanting to take this filthy object into her mouth. She lost her obedience, clenching her lips tight.

“This should help,” sounded Jason from across the room. He threw Leonard a pair of nipple clamps.

“Thanks, friend,” Len responded, taking them in his hands and aiming the first one at her right tit.

“Nooooo!” Mokie screamed as the clamp snapped onto her nipple. It was padded but hard and bit at her harshly. Her mouth fell agape as he twisted the clamp, and he used the opportunity to shove the plug in her mouth.

“Mmmmmmmmmmpppppphh!!!” Mokie gagged as it lay flat on her tongue and forced her mouth wide. She twisted her head right and left in protest of the intruder, and kept screaming as Len attached the other clamp to her left nipple.

Finally, she lay her head back on the table in an effort to relax herself. Her breathing was ragged. One small hesitation had caused her so much pain. She wanted to be as compliant as possible moving forward.

Leonard moved back to the head of the table and stood between her spread legs. He stroked his cock back to attention and pushed it inside her sopping pussy.

“I may not be ready to cum for a couple hours, but I will be able to thoroughly fuck you until then,” he said as he started sliding in and out of her.

He grabbed the chain between her tits and pulled. Mokie realized that there was a lot of slack in the chain, as he was able to pull it all the way to his chest and it just barely tugged on her nipples. He bundled up some of the chain in his hand so there was less slack, and pulled hard.

“Mmmmmmmmmm!!!” Mokie yelled into her gag. She tried to raise her upper back off the table to ease the strain, but the bindings at her hands and waist held her down.

“Bring me the Magic Wand,” Len asked Jason. Jason retrieved the fabled Hitachi vibrator from the table and handed it to his friend, still pumping away at Mokie’s pussy. After Jason plugged it in, Len slid it onto Mokie’s clit.

Mokie let fly with a groan that was based more in pleasure than her prior screams. She wanted badly to close her knees and hold the vibrator tight to her clit with her thighs, but they were secured and apart. She was at his mercy.

Out of the corner of her eye, something caught her attention. Jenn had pulled Jason’s shorts down to the floor and was stroking his cock in her hand. Jason had slid forward in his chair to accommodate her, and had his eyes closed in pure enjoyment.

Mokie turned her head in the opposite direction. There was a mental humiliation in her master and mistress engaging in sexual activities as they enjoyed her depravity. She could not stand to watch.

Instead, she peered down, through her tortured nipples, towards the vibrator on her clit. She tried to wiggle her hips as much as she could to boost stimulation.

Just when it started to work, she was distracted by the moans coming from the sideshow. She turned again, to see Jenn straddling Jason’s lap, her back to his chest and her skirt hiked up to her waist. She was bouncing up and down on his dick, and he was peering around her so he could still see what Leonard was doing to Mokie. Jenn was rubbing her pussy vigorously.

Conflicting emotions of lust and despair washed over Monique. Jenn and Jason were consensually in sexual bliss, while she was under strict control, her body used and abused without her approval and without her ability to captain her own course. Her most basic freedoms had been taken from her.

Leonard watched Mokie’s eyes and could read her mind. He gently pulled the gag from her mouth and turned off the Magic Wand.

“Please, sir…” Mokie whined.

“No, you are too distracted. I want your full attention.” Len knew exactly what her unspoken plea was going to be.

With that, he unclipped her nipples and brought one of the clamps towards her head. “Open your mouth,” he said.

Mokie obeyed, tentatively, having no idea what he intended. Leonard ordered her to stick her tongue out. When she did, he clipped one of the clamps onto her tongue stud.

Monique’s eyes opened in surprise and a small whimper escaped her lips.

He then went to the other end of her body, and spread her pussy lips, and located her clit. It was throbbing from the thrills of the vibrator, which made it easy for him to attach the other clamp to it.

“Aaaaaaahhhhhhhgggg,” she let fly as the sting rocked through her pussy. Len pulled on the chain, drawing the tongue out of her mouth to shut her up. She choked as Len held the reign on her tongue, coughing rapidly. Len paused for Mokie to recover.

Returning to her head, Len lifted her by the hair so she could look down the Length of her body. He pulled the chain, drawing her tongue out of her mouth, and cinched the chain in the center, leaving no slack.

Mokie’s tongue piercing was now connected to her clit via a taut chain. Testing it, she pulled her head back slightly, and felt both her tongue and clit scream in protest.

“Aggggghhhhhhhh,” she struggled helplessly as Len returned to her pussy and started fucking her again. This time, he was more aggressive, slamming into her with aplomb. His thighs thrust against her ass so hard that the table started to slide forward.

To hold her in place, he wrapped his arms around her legs at the knees, pulling her and the table back in place.

Mokie’s tongue was pulled in front of her face and her head was shaking back and forth within the space of a centimeter. The pain made it feel like her tongue might get ripped out. She felt the full length of his cock slice into her fuck tunnel, bringing both pleasure to her pussy and discomfort to the rest of her body.

Suddenly, she heard the doorbell ring, and Leonard slowed to a halt, leaving his dick buried inside her clasping pussy. He hung his head in frustration.

“This guy has the worst timing!” he complained.

He slowly pulled out of her pussy and walked his erection up towards her head. With her tongue pulled in place, it was an easy target for him. He wiped her juices off his cock onto her distended tongue and pulled up his shorts.

“I’ll be right back,” he said, heading upstairs.

Off to her right, Jen was on her knees sucking Jason furiously, and Mokie could hear that he was on the verge of cumming.

“Oh, fuuuuuuucccckkkkk,” he grunted, emptying his cock into her mouth. “Fuck,that was so good!”

Jen held the load in her mouth. “Mmmmmm,” she savored his salty spunk. Rising to her feet, she sauntered over to Mokie, lying immobile on the table. She brought her lips to Mokie’s gaping mouth and pursed, allowing the cum to slide out of her mouth and into her roommate’s.

“Cak, cak, cak,” Mokie choked as the Jason’s cum, Jen’s saliva and her own juices co-mingled in the back of her throat. With her tongue entrapped, she could not swallow it. The strong aromas and pungent flavors began to overwhelm her senses.

Jen stared down at her with elation until the door swung open and Len entered the room, followed by Alonzo.

“Zo, my man!” Jason said in surprise. “What are you doing here?” He tucked his dick back into his pants and moved to shake his friend’s hand.

“Your boy Leonard said this slut needed a few more piercings. I am here to oblige.” He circled his prey as Len unclipped the chain connecting her tongue and clit.

Mokie’s head fell back on the table and she instinctively swallowed the slurry of love juices that had pooled in the back of her throat. Even after it slid towards her stomach, the taste lingered on her palate and the musk on her breath.

The moment she had cleared her mouth, Mokie begged, “Please, no more, please. I don’t want any more piercings, please, I’ll look like a freak and my parents…”

“Shut the fuck up, slut,” Jason responded, shoving the wet and tattered bikini back into Monique’s mouth. “Shut it, or I’ll have Zo sew your lips together!”

Mokie was terrified. Surely he wouldn’t do this, no way. But this was not the Jason she knew from the past. This Jason could do anything, and so she let her head flop back on the table, her heart beating madly and her nostril’s flaring as she tried to calm herself for the inevitable.

“Thanks, Jas. You certainly have prepared her well,” Alonzo said, as he watched Len unlock the clasps. “She looks primed in each of our target areas.”

Mokie fully grasped the plural implication, even through the fog of pain and bewilderment. Beyond all the sex and submission and humiliation, she would have to endure several piercings tonight. She was tied and spread and unable to resist at all.

“Both nips, pussy lips, and the clit, correct?” Alonzo confirmed, looking first at Jason, and then Len.

“That’s right. Where would you like to begin?” Len continued.

“Wait. I have other plans for her pussy lips. Just the clit and nipples today, Zo.”

Mokie’s eyes were flooded with tears and the whimpers escaped her gagged mouth. They were talking about HER body, as though she was not even there. She could only shake her head in protest and cry softly in frustration and humiliation.

“OK, tell you what, I’m starting to get tired of her pussy the way it is. Let’s do her clit first,” Len declared. Jason nodded.

“Alright, then, help me out with this,” said Alonzo.

He removed a tube of numbing cream, a needle and a tiny hoop ring from his bag, along with two magnetic clamps attached to 25 gram weights.

“Apply these,” he said to Leonard as he handed him the clamps. “You,” he addressed Jenn, “Rub this on her clit and nipples to numb her.”

“Do we have to numb her?” Jenn pleaded. “Can’t we just do it naturally, make it more memorable?”

“No,” Jason interjected. “Our intent is not to cause severe pain to her, just to decorate her as any slut should be. But keep the ideas coming,” he encouraged.

Leonard took one of the magnets in his hand and applied it to Mokie’s left labia, and swung the tiny weight over her leg, pulling it aside. As he repeated the action with the right side, Jenn smeared the numbing cream on her clit, which was swollen and glowing from the previously applied clamp.

They let her rest like this for a minute, allowing the full magnitude of what was about to happen to set in, and to allow the cream to work its magic.

Alonzo leaned in and flicked her clit. “Can you feel that?” he asked.

Mokie, fighting back tears, shook her head.

“Then we are ready,” he said. He lined his needle up and steadied his hand.

Mokie inhaled and exhaled between her sobs, knowing it was about to happen. Her body was to be marked and ringed in a location she would never have allowed.

“Jenn, please distract her by applying the cream to her nipples,” Alonzo asked.

Jenn squeezed the tube into her fingertips and pretended to smear it evenly over each hand. She then brought them both to Mokie’s nipples, twisting and pulling them, implying that she was applying the balm to both, though she was only preparing the left.

Through Jenn’s arms and her own spread legs, Mokie could see Zo press the needle head against her clit. As she watched the metal slide through her, she exhaled a sigh of severe resignation. Alonzo slipped in the ring, and she could see it glint in the dim basement lights.

Laurel was particularly proud of the manner in which she had trussed Jessalyn up to the bed. The redhead was on her knees, leaning forward at not quite a forty-five degree angle. Her calves were bent back behind her, each ankle encased in leather cuffs and secured to its respective bedpost with a thin chain. Her arms were pulled back behind her in a leather binder, which was secured to the crossbeam above and behind her. Her hair, conversely, was secured to the lower crossbeam, this having the delicious effect of tilting her head back while pushing her breasts forward, held as they were by the cupless corset she was still wearing. A thick leather belt around her waist, secured to the bedposts from d-rings on either side, provided lateral support. Finally, a trainer gag wrapped around her face and head. Thin rivulets of drool were already dripping from around the red vinyl ball that was pushed deep into her mouth.

The pressure on Jessalyn’s shoulders and hair was certainly uncomfortable, if not exactly painful yet. Still, the discomfort added to her growing desire. But mostly the utter hopelessness of escaping from her bonds triggered her excitement. There was absolutely nothing, she realized, that she could do. If Laurel chose to leave her there, there she would stay. She could hardly even struggle; doing so just pulled her hair that much harder, although she did from time to time, enjoying the pain this brought her.

“You look,” Laurel said, “absolutely delicious.” She grabbed her cellphone and took several pictures of the trussed-up redhead from various angles. Then she sat on the bed in front of Jessalyn and took one of the younger girl’s large nipples into her mouth, running her tongue over it, nibbling at it with her teeth, feeling it grow harder. Jessalyn moaned through her gag. But tender sucking was not what she wanted, and both women knew it.

With the nipple about as erect as Laurel thought it could get, she let it fall from her mouth and placed a heavy clover clamp on it. Pain shot through Jessalyn’s chest, and she made a high-pitched gurgling noise in her throat. Laurel repeated the whole process on the other nipple, and, when both sides were secured, gave the chain a sharp tug to make sure the clamps were tight enough. Finally she placed a pillow just below Jessalyn’s exposed pussy.

“Slave!” she called. Jared, waiting just outside in the hallyway, entered instantly. Jessalyn could barely see the bed below her, with her head being pulled back, but rolling her eyes down as far as she could allowed her watch Laurel place leather straps around his prone body, starting at his ankles and working up, although Jessalyn lost sight of him somewhere around his belly button. She could feel his breath, though, between her legs, and knew his head was down there somewhere.

Indeed it was, just an inch or so below her pussy. Jared looked up at the girl’s quivering labia, visibly slick with moisture, his cock growing ever harder in anticipation of her taste. Satisfied with his bonds, Laurel climbed off the bed and retrieved a small pillow from the window seat, shoving it underneath the pillow on which his head already rested and pushing his face further up, his nose now pressing into the folds of her cunt, close enough now that his tongue with only minimal effort could press hard up against Jessalyn’s clit—which is exactly what he was commanded to do just seconds later.

Jessalyn, drool dripping down her chin, couldn’t believe the sensations she was experiencing at the touch of his tongue. Mark had never shown much interest in going down on her; she could recall maybe a half dozen times in their almost three years together, and never with any skillfulness. The slave’s tongue pushed and flicked and ground up into this little button of pleasure she had so long ignored. Just when the sensations were almost too much, and she found herself wishing she could pull away, he would lessen the pressure, licking gently around it along the inner edges of her labia. She could feel his nose pressing up against her hole, actually penetrating her ever so slightly.

The young redhead was clearly enjoying herself; the whimpers and moans escaping from her gag betrayed her pleasure. Laurel looked on contentedly at the tableau before her; a voluptuous, lingerie-clad woman and her beloved slave, both delightfully and hopelessly restrained. Her own desire, which she had kept simmering but controlled throughout the day and the evening, suddenly exploded. Though it had not been part of her original plan, she unzipped the crotch of her catsuit, clambered onto Jared’s erect cock, and impaled herself. She could tend to Jessalyn soon enough, and in any case, this little detour wouldn’t take long.

In fact, watching her leather-clad boss grind and buck her hips onto the man whose tongue was mashing up against her clit only served to deepen Jessalyn’s arousal. It didn’t hurt that Laurel made a point of staring directly into Jess’s eyes while she pleasured herself on the stiff cock of her slave. As she began to feel her climax building, Laurel reached out and grabbed hold of the chain that dangled between the bound woman’s breasts, pulling it taut.

“Nrrrggghhhh,” Jessalyn grunted through her gag, the intensified pain from her nipples lending a new spike of pleasure to the sensations emanating from her sodden cunt. A little corner of her brain wondered what was wrong with her that pain made her pleasure feel that much better, but most of her didn’t care—she just wanted more.

“Oh, Godddddddddd fffffucccckkkkk yessssssssss,” Laurel cried as the wave of her orgasm crested and pleasure wracked her body. She pressed Jared’s cock as far up into her as she could, her involuntarily closed eyes the only thing that had broken her gaze from Jessalyn’s lovely ball-gagged face. As the throes of her ecstasy faded, she smiled at the helpless redhead before her.

“That, my dear, is what you have to look forward to,” she said, climbing off the bound man underneath her. Jessalyn could see his cock was still rock hard, and glistening now with Laurel’s juices. As Laurel had ridden him, the ministrations of his tongue had never ceased or slackened; all his focus had been on his commanded task. Of course, for him, the pleasure of Laurel’s tight pussy had been exquisite; even more so had been his mistress’s orgasm. Her pleasure was, for him, the pinnacle of sexual excitement, and though of course he looked forward to his own inevitable release, nothing brought him greater joy than Laurel’s cries of bliss as she came.

Laurel hesitated over whether she should use the soft leather flogger or the crueler riding crop. Jessalyn obviously responded quite nicely to pain, and, from the way she was handling the nipple clamps, appeared to have a decent tolerance. Still, Laurel didn’t want to overwhelm the poor girl. Later, her limits could be tested, but for now, she thought, the flogger would do—particularly with Jared’s expert tongue working at her clit. Laurel honestly thought Jessalyn must be pretty close.

The first blow landed heavily across the redhead’s round, pale ass cheeks with a satisfying “thwap.” Laurel knew it was not a hard blow, and to an experienced recipient it would feel like little more than a firm pat on the butt. She waited to see if Jessalyn would make any sort of reaction, but she just hung there in her bonds. A second blow came harder. Again, no apparent reaction. Jessalyn, of course, felt the thongs of leather striking her, but they offered much less pain that she was hoping for, indeed much less than she was already experiencing from the clamps on her nipples, her bound hair, and her strained shoulders.

Laurel began to strike harder and in rapid succession. This was better; Jessalyn began to tense up her pelvic muscles as the blows landed, the repeated clutching and releasing adding to the warm pleasure of the slave’s tongue. But still she uttered no sound. Laurel was swinging the flogger vigorously now, putting her weight into it. It would hurt now, she knew. As the thongs continued to fall, the pain did indeed begin to build as Jessalyn’s pale flesh reddened. Still no muffled cries, though. Finally, Laurel heard something, mistaking it at first for a whimper of pain. She struck again, and the sound was repeated, more loudly this time. Still not recognizing what the younger girl was communicating, Laurel once more struck home. This time Jessalyn screamed it with all the breath she could muster, silently cursing the gag that filled her mouth: “HRDR!”

Finally Laurel understood. She unleashed the most savage blow she could, and again came the muffled scream: “HRDR!!!”

“My, my,” Laurel said. “You are a little pain slut, aren’t you? I think I’d like to hear you more clearly.” She removed the gag from Jessalyn’s mouth; as she did so a large dollop of saliva poured out onto Jared’s chest below.

“You were saying?” Laurel asked.

“Harder,” Jessalyn said, more quietly now that she could make herself understood.

“Did you forget how to address me, slut?”

“Harder, Mistress.”



Laurel, riding crop now in hand, flicked it lightly at the bound girl’s ass—hardly a blow at all.

“Please, Mistress. Please hit me harder.”

A second flick of the crop, just slightly harder, still not enough to hurt even sunburned flesh.

“What are you going to do for me if I hit you harder?”

“Anything, Mistress. Please, I’ll do anything you want.”

“Anything? That’s a dangerous promise.”

“Anything, please, please oh God just hurt me.”

Almost instantly, Laurel unleashed a vicious blow across both cheeks. Stinging pain tore through Jessalyn’s body and she let loose a high-pitched wail.

“Fuck! Yes!” she cried, the burning still coursing through her nerves.

Another blow, just as hard, another scream even louder.

“Do you feel it building inside you, Jessalyn?”

“Yes, Mistress. Please, again.” Again the raven-haired dominant struck, and then 1-2-3-4 four blows in rapid succession.

“Nnnnneeeeeeaaaaahhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!!” screamed the curvy redhead, her flesh on fire, each flick of the slave’s tongue now bringing her closer. She started to heave and pant.

“Now, Jessalyn, I’m going to strike you one more time, and when I do, you’re going to come, all over my slave’s face.”

“Yes, Mistress,” she said, already feeling her orgasm about to explode. The crop met flesh, breaking the skin.

“Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!!” wailed Jessalyn, pain searing her brain, and then wave after wave of the most delightful pleasure, her pussy erupting in spasms, liquid ejaculate squirting out all over Jared’s face, her sharp cry devolving into guttural grunts and moans as her climax pulsed through her, pain and pleasure intermingled, inseparable, every sensation heightened by her inability to move.

“Oh, fuck, oh fuck fuck fuck,” she whimpered, her body still quivering as the orgasm washed away.

“Slave, enough,” Laurel said softly, and immediately his tongue was gone from her still-pulsating clit. Laurel quickly released Jessalyn’s hair, allowing her head to fall forward. She then undid Jared’s bonds before removing Jessalyn fully from her restraints, who collapsed onto the bed, rolling over to reveal a look somewhere between exhaustion and relief. Laurel smiled down at her.

“Well, was it worth the wait?”

“Oh my God,” said Jessalyn. “I had no idea…” Lost for words, her voice trailed off and all she could manage was a grateful smile. “Thank you,” she said after several second.

Laurel quickly picked up the crop off the bed and slapped the tip of it hard onto one of Jessalyn’s exposed nipples. “Forgetting something, my dear?”

“Thank you, Mistress. And thank you, slave,” she added, turning to Jared.

“You’re so welcome, my dear,” Laurel said. “But you’re going to have to do more than that to properly show your appreciation.” She lay on the bed, spreading her legs, and with a sultry gaze, said to the younger girl, “Eat.”

Jessalyn had of course never gone down on a girl—she didn’t even much experience sucking cock. But she was, at this point, game for anything, and she had promised as much besides just minutes before. Without hesitation then, she began to lick at Laurel’s dripping pussy, trying to emulate what Jared’s tongue had been doing to her. Totally anathema to her upbringing, she found the entire idea of licking another woman’s sex to be extremely arousing. The taboo of it, the dirtiness, was so titillating, not to mention the fact that the woman was encased in skin-tight black leather, and a man was just inches away, watching.

In fact, Jared wasn’t just watching. As Jessalyn’s face disappeared between her thighs, Laruel motioned for Jared to penetrate her from behind, an unspoken command to which he brooked no objection. As his cock slid into Jess’s tight, slick hole, she gasped, but didn’t break from her oral activities. Jessalyn made up in enthusiasm what she lacked in experience, and with Laurel’s own level of arousal already at a fever pitch, the older woman was soon coming.

“Slave, lay down,” Laurel said, enjoying Jessalyn’s sweet gaze up at her, her tongue still gliding over Laurel’s wet-slicked flesh. Jared stopped his thrusting and pulled out of the redhead, admiring her plump, round ass as he did so.

“Now it’s his turn,” Laurel said to Jessalyn. Again, without hesitation, she took Jared’s erect cock into her mouth, savoring the taste of her own juices which, she thought, was noticeably different from Laurel’s.

“You may come whenever you’re ready, slave,” Laurel said. Not being particularly adept at fellatio, Jessalyn’s mouth couldn’t take much of Jared’s length. Laurel could sense his orgasm would be along way off at this rate, and, in any case, both for her own sake and for Jessalyn’s she wanted the younger girl to be uncomfortable. She grabbed a fistful of red head and roughly pulled Jessalyn off, dragging her across the bed and onto the floor. Jessalyn crawled along as best she could but the pain from her hair burned through her scalp and coursed down the rest of her body.

“Kneel,” Laurel said harshly, still clutching Jessalyn’s hair, pulling her up now until she was on her knees.

“My new pet requires harsh treatment, slave,” she said. “Get over here and fuck her throat until you come. You, slut, open your mouth.”

Laurel stood behind Jessalyn, keeping a tight hold on her hair with one hand and the back of her head with the other, while Jared stood before her and slowly slid his cock into her mouth until she started to gag. He started to pull back but Laurel, pushing from behind, actually forced him further into Jessalyn’s throat. As she began to cough, Laurel pulled her head back violently, releasing the shaft from her lips. Jessalyn immediately threw up a dollop of stringy saliva onto the carpet.

“Fuck her throat, slave!” Laurel snarled, and suddenly Jared’s cock was again sliding into Jessalyn’s mouth, more firmly this time. Jared began to thrust in and out, Laurel pushing Jessalyn’s head back and forth to match his rhythm. Fighting her gag reflex, Jessalyn felt tears welling in her eyes, not from being upset but simply as the result of the assault on her tonsils. After twenty or thirty seconds, Laurel pulled her head away and she took several quick gasps of air. Jessalyn felt like the world’s biggest slut at that moment. No—she didn’t just feel like it, she told herself. She was the world’s biggest slut. And the realization of it only made her hornier. She opened her mouth eagerly now, ready to swallow the hard cock of this complete stranger, and as he slammed away at her, more violently now, she could feel the tightness of her lust welling up in her pussy and clit.

After two or three more brief pauses to breath, Laurel still controlling the movement of her head, Jared’s thick cum exploded into Jessalyn’s mouth. Jared pressed forward as he came, and Laurel pushed from behind, forcing the head of his cock deep into her throat, her lips pressed up against his torso. This actually made it easy for her to swallow the cum; in fact, it simply shot right down her throat into her stomach. This, too, the trashiness of it, ramped up the sensations in her cunt, and as Laurel pulled her mouth off the still-hard phallus, Jessalyn said almost involuntarily, “Make me come again,” remembering at the last second to say “Mistress” but then purposefully neglecting to do so in the hopes of a physical and painful rebuke.

She was not disappointed; Laurel, still clutching her hair, hauled her to her feet, and then slapped her hard across her left breast. “Did you say something, painslut?”

“Make me come again.”

Another slap on her breast, harder. Laurel knew she was being provoked, and found herself moving beyond the parameters of the role-playing they were engaged in, real anger welling up inside her at Jessalyn’s intransigence. Pulling the girl’s head back by her hair, Laurel quickly slid two fingers into Jess’s sopping pussy, and pressed them hard against the front wall, simultaneously lifting up.

“You are forgetting your position, slut,” she said in a menacing half-whisper, leaning in close to Jessalyn’s anguished face. Jessalyn’s eyes were alive with defiance, flaunting her new-found masochism, daring Laurel to take her pain to new heights.

“Please, Mistress, make me come again,” she said.

Laurel pushed Jessalyn down on to the bed without taking her fingers out of the redhead’s pussy, and, once her victim was prone, pushed her entire fist inside without taking any time to let Jess’s swollen cunt adjust. A ring of fire pulsed outward from her suddenly-stretched labia, that, combined with the feeling of fullness from Laurel’s hand, brought Jessalyn right to the edge. Laurel began to move her fist in and out, not retracting it entirely, but making sure she was constantly stretching Jesslayn’s pussy as much as she could. With her other hand she pinched Jess’s clit between her labia, grasping it hard between thumb and forefinger and tugging it up and down.

Pain and pleasure swirled together in Jesslyn’s body and mind and she let loose a series of animalistic groans as another orgasm took hold of her. Laurel looked on with satisfaction as her new pet writhed and moaned at the end of her arm. Jared had come to her fully formed, a perfect slave merely in need of someone to serve. But Jessalyn was different—Laurel felt like she had created, or at least unleashed, her own little painslut. There was something uniquely rewarding to her deeply-rooted inner sadist to have someone who wanted to be hurt for the sake of the pain itself, and not merely as a byproduct of submission. Laurel felt more powerful than she’d ever felt, and she didn’t want it to stop. Jessalyn’s new-found love of pain meant that hurting her wasn’t necessarily an act of dominance—and besides that, there are other kinds of pain than physical pain. As much as Laurel had enjoyed Jess’s spirited taunting, the girl needed some sort of punishment, and if physical pain wouldn’t fit the bill, perhaps some degree of humiliation would.

“Give him your ass, slut,” she said, slipping her hand from the tight grip of Jessalyn’s pussy. Jessalyn had never even begun to think about her ass in a sexual way. She knew anal sex existed, of course, but had never even tried to conceive of it happening to her. But this was a night of exploration, and the breaking of what she had hitherto considered taboos was in large part responsible for her heightened arousal. And she could no more refuse Laurel at this point that she could turn back the clock and undo what had already transpired.

Jared reached for the bottle of lube from the nightstand drawer, but Laurel told him to put it down.

“The slut likes pain,” she said. “She’ll take it dry.”

“Yes, Mistress.”

“And don’t treat her ass as tenderly as you did her throat. Fuck it like a goddamn savage, and come at your leisure.”

Some time had passed since the incident at the cabin with Sarah, Karen, and Missy. Life moved on and with it came changes. Tom got a promotion as head of his department. Sarah visited the cabin occasionally, but spent most of her time at her own home. Missy moved out to California to enjoy the beaches and sun. That left Karen, Tom, and their children happily living in Sarah’s cabin.

There was another reason Tom was happy. For several weeks a new girl had started working in his department. She had recently come over from Bosnia to work in this country. She was diligent, a hard worker, and was also stunningly pretty. She was tall with long legs, a small waist, and long, thick brunette hair that tumbled down past her shoulders in wavy locks. She wore cute ‘Tina Fey’ glasses, and had a ready smile. Her hips swayed when she walked and guys were always checking her out when they thought she wasn’t looking. She tended to wear ultra-conservative outfits which was disappointing to Tom, to say the least. Her name was Ajka (I-kah).

One weekend, Tom was talking to Missy on the phone. He had told about Ajka and how he had been having fantasies about her. Missy laughed and said, “Gosh! You are always SO horny! Isn’t Karen taking care of you?”

“She is, but she is so busy with the kids that I sometimes have to go several days without getting off. It makes it really hard to concentrate on my job, especially with Ajka there.” Tom said.

Suddenly, an idea popped into Missy’s head. Tom listened and smiled. Soon Ajka would be his.

The next day was Wednesday. Tom was at his desk when Ajka stopped by. She was wearing long, black slacks, black shoes, and a loose fitting sweater blouse. “You wanted to see me?” She asked.

“Yes I did, Ajka.” Tom said, “I came across your immigration papers and it appears that you’re not authorized to be here.”

“But! I thought everything was fine! I can’t be deported!”

“There’s not much I can do.” Tom replied with a forlorn expression.

Ajka paused. Her face got red and she said, “Wait a minute! I know what this is. You’re making this up to try and get into my pants. I’m going to HR! I KNOW my papers are all in order!”

“Ajka wait! I have a number for you to call. Call them first and see what is going on. Gee, way to overreact!” Tom said.

Ajka took the paper with the phone number on it and dialed. A woman’s voice answered. “Yes I want to know about my immigration papers, what is going on with them?”

The woman replied, “According to my notes you need a letter from your immediate supervisor authorizing your stay here. Without that I’m afraid we will have to send you back to Bosnia.”

“Oh.” Ajka said meekly. “I…I… I ah I will ask my supervisor right now? OK?”

“I need that letter ASAP or you will be contacted by the government.” The lady said.

Ajka hung up the phone. “I’m really sorry; I guess I need a letter from you authorizing my stay here.”

Tom scowled. “Why should I write that? You were really mean to me. Ha ha! Maybe I should get some time in your pants.” Ajka looked down at the floor and swallowed.

“Don’t do that.” She whispered. “Please.”

Tom studied her for a moment and stood up. He brushed back Ajka’s hair and moved behind her. He nuzzled her neck and put his hands on her waist. “How badly do you want the vacancy for Department Head next door?”

Ajka’s head shot up. “I would love it! That’s my dream job!”

“Then maybe we can work something out. I think by now you know what I want. I can write that letter and keep immigration off your back. I can also get you that promotion. Within a month you will be a Department Head.”

“What will I have to do?”

“First, every Wednesday I want you to come to work, dressed in something a little sexier than what you have on. No bra or panties. Second, for this month, or until you get promoted, I get to do whatever I want to you, whenever I want. Third, if you don’t follow my rules, I get to punish you however I see fit.”

Ajka thought for a moment. She lifted her head and said in her soft voice, “I can’t do that.”

Tom moved his hands from her waist to her flat stomach. “Then you’ll lose everything.”

Ajka sniffed as her eyes began to well up with tears. Tom cupped her firm boobs and squeezed. “No! You can’t do this! I… I …I won’t let you!”

Tom pushed her away and walked to the phone. “Wha… what are you doing?” Ajka asked.

Tom shrugged. “Calling immigration.”

Ajka dropped to her knees and meekly said, “Please don’t. Please. I’ll do it. I agree.”

“Good.” Tom said. “Let’s start with the basics. Since you’re already on your knees, let’s see how good you are at getting a man off.” Tom quickly unbuckled his belt and dropped his pants to the floor. On the outside, his face was hard, but on the inside he was giddy with excitement. Oh how he had to thank Missy for her brilliant idea. It was the oldest blackmail trick in the book but it was working! She had done such a good job too playing the role of immigration agent.

Ajka saw Tom’s cock spring free and swallowed hard. She didn’t want to do this. This wasn’t the kind of girl she was but right now, she didn’t see a way out. Tom ran his fingers through her hair and pulled her head to his cock. “Suck.”

Ajka tentatively wrapped her lips around the tip of his cock. She tasted his precum and grimaced. She swallowed again and leaned in for another kiss. The more she sucked the tip of his cock, the more precum came leaking out. Tom put her hand on his shaft and instructed her to squeeze and stroke.

“Ohhhhhh, that is so gooood.” Tom groaned. He loved the sight of this slender girl shyly blowing him. He enjoyed the sensations for a while. Then he ushed his hips forward, trying to get his cock deeper into Ajka’s mouth. Ajka jerked her head back and turned her face away.

“Hey!” Tom grabbed Ajka’s hair and pulled. “Remember our deal? Open your mouth!” Tom shouted.

“It’s too big! It won’t go in.” Ajka sobbed.

“Open up.” Tom said quietly.

Ajka submissively opened her mouth. Tom pushed his cock halfway in, to the back of her throat. “Now start sucking sweetheart.” He said.

“mmmmmph. Ohhhhhmp. Mmmmphhhhh.” Were the only sounds coming from Ajka’s mouth. Tom could feel the cum boiling inside his balls.

“Time for my release.” He thought. He grabbed the back of Ajka’s head and thrust in and out of her mouth, fast and deep. Ajka gagged. Ajka choked. Tears were streaming down her cheeks. But Tom kept her head locked in place. She was here for his pleasure. He could feel the tingle as he arrived closer and closer to orgasm. He threw his head back and shoved his cock as far down her throat as he could. For a moment- just a split second- time stopped. Then….”AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!” he roared. Wave after wave of pleasure rolled through his body as he released several days of cum into Ajka’s unwilling mouth.

Ajka coughed and choked, desperately trying to move her head back to get some air. Tom held her in place as he drained every ounce of cum. Ajka felt dizzy, little lights started swirling in front of her eyes. Then, finally, blessedly, he let go of her head. Ajka took several ragged breathes as she lay on the floor. Her make up was ruined, cum was all over her mouth, and her shirt was wet with her saliva and his cum.

Tom cleared his throat. “I will have that letter to you in just a few minutes Ms. Ajka. I look forward to the next couple of weeks-especially Wednesdays.” He smiled.

Wednesday came around again. Ajka showed up to work wearing a black dress and a short sleeve blouse with the buttons buttoned all the way up. Tom walked up to her desk, eyed her over and pulled up a chair. “Much better than last week.” He said. “Why don’t you unbutton your blouse a few buttons.”

Ajka hung her head a little and undid two buttons. Tom stroked her back encouragingly but then stopped. “Ajka! You’re wearing a bra!” He said angrily. Ajka’s hunched down in her seat, her breathing coming in short shallow gasps as stress, fear, and tension crept through her slender body. Tom undid the rest of the buttons and slipped his hands around to her back.

“No! Someone might come by and see!” Ajka said frantically. Tom ignored her and roughly took off her bra. Ajka’s boobs bounced invitingly. Tom gave them a squeeze then buttoned up her shirt enough to expose some cleavage.

“There, that’s better. On Wednesdays I want to be able to easily access your cute boobs Ajka.” Tom said. “Now, did you wear panties today?” Ajka just looked at him with eyes like a trapped animal. “So you did wear them. Tsk tsk. Take them off.” Tom ordered. Ajka slowly and haltingly took her panties off and put them in her purse. Tom set down a large stack of papers on her desk. “Good. Now let’s go over these reports.”

As they began sifting through piles of paperwork, Ajka began to think that maybe that was all he wanted, just a quick little feel once in a while and maybe one of those awful throat fucks. Just as she began to relax though, she felt his hand moving up her inner thigh, creeping closer to her naked pussy. Ajka squeezed her thighs together but he wiggled his fingers and kept inching up. She tried to move his hand out of the way but he wouldn’t budge. Weakly she slumped in her seat, scared but resigned to whatever he might do. Tom continued working the reports as he moved his hand up to her pussy. He lightly brushed the outer lips and made soft circles all around her thighs. The circles he was making moved close to her pussy, sometimes brushing the lips, then pulling away, then moving back in. Gradually he touched her outer lips more frequently. He avoided her clit and focused on her opening. Little by little his first two fingers wiggled their way past the outer lips to the moist inner lips. Ajka’s face turned red. Her breathes came short and fast. Not out of fear but out of lust. Tom moved his now wet fingers to the top of Ajka’s pussy and brushed against her clit.

“Aaiiiii!” Ajka jumped. “Molim vas, prestanite! Stop please stop!” Tom circled her clit and dipped a finger inside her pussy. He moved his finger in and out, reveling in the snug feel. Ajka squirmed and undulated her hips. At that moment Lori walked by the office and glanced inside. Lori was a sunny, cheerful, and confident woman. She had dark straight hair that fell just below her shoulders and cute bangs. Her large, red lips surrounded perfectly shaped white teeth and a mouth that was seemingly always smiling or laughing. She stopped suddenly and turned around, heading towards the office. Ajka panicked. She desperately hoped the desk hid Tom’s roaming fingers.

“Tom, there you are!” Lori said. She glanced over at Ajka and got a questioning look on her face but then shrugged it off. “I see you guys are going over the reports. Did you check section 345A? I had a question on that one.” As Lori bent over the desk Tom continued his assault on Ajka’s exposed pussy as he ogled Lori’s cleavage. Lori, as usual, was wearing a low cut, snug fitting brown halter top that accented her tan skin nicely. And, whereas Ajka was in the habit of wearing loose fitting black dress slacks, Lori wore skin tight black stretch pants that showed off her amazing ass and wide hips. Ajka concentrated on the reports and desperately squashed the feelings that were rumbling from between her thighs. “Why won’t he stop?” she thought. “I can’t cum in front of Lori, it would be so humiliating!”

Ajka heard Lori cheerfully say, “OK, that sounds great. See ya! Bye Ajka.”

As soon as she stepped out Ajka groaned and spread her legs wide. Tom pushed one finger inside her and used the other one to rub her clit. Ajka’s hips quivered, her muscles tensed. Her mouth was open and her head lay back. Then her eyes squeezed shut and she gripped the chair hard. “OOOhhhhhhhhhhhh!” she cried out as her body trembled violently. “Tako dobro! Tako dobro! So goooood!” The orgasm went on for several more seconds and then subsided. Ajka lay sprawled in the chair, her hair messed up, panting and gasping.

“You’d better get moving Ajka. I believe you have to get the conference room ready for your presentation soon.” Tom said.

Ajka adjusted her glasses, grabbed her things and quickly went to the conference room. Her legs felt like rubber and her pussy squished when she walked. But she didn’t have time to do much about that now. As she unlocked the conference room door a chime sounded and the receptionist announced that the department presentation would begin in 20 minutes.

A few moments later the door opened. Ajka turned around and saw Tom standing there. He grinned at her as he locked the door. “What are you doing here?” Ajka asked.

“I’m horny.” Tom simply replied. Ajka looked confused. “I need to cum, like you did a few minutes ago.” Tom explained.

“But…but there isn’t time! I have to go over my notes! I..I.” Tom closed the distance between them within a few short strides. He put his hands on her waist and pressed up towards her chest. A flash of annoyance crossed his face.

“Why did you put your bra back on?”

“I’m doing the presentation. I can’t stand in front of my peers without a bra.” Ajka said horrified.

Tom shot her a hard look. “What was our deal Ajka? What was it? If I remember right, I got to do whatever I wanted, whenever I wanted this month, especially on Wednesdays.” As Tom was speaking he pushed Ajka back against the conference table. Ajka felt her tight butt pushing into the edge. Tom pulled up her dress and swore.

“Panties! You have your panties on too! I told you that if you came to work on Wednesdays with your bra and panties on you would be punished didn’t I? Didn’t I?!”

“Yyyess.” Ajka stammered. Tom pulled her panties off and stuffed them in his pocket. A chime sounded and the receptionist announced that the conference would begin in 10 minutes. Tom grinned evilly at her.

“Time for your punishement.”

“People will be coming any minute! They can’t see me like this! I’ll lose my job!” Ajka sobbed.

“You will miss out on your promotion AND be deported if you don’t do what I want.”

“Do do you want me to suck you like before?” Ajka asked, hoping that a quick blow job would satisfy him before the others arrived. She knew Lori was only a few doors down and would probably be the first one to show up. The thought of how much Lori had seen and known sent a blush of embarrassment to her cheeks.

Tom dropped his pants and pulled out his heavy cock. Precum was smeared over the head and oozing out the slit. His balls hung heavy and full, impatiently waiting for release. Ajka quickly dropped to her knees but Tom grabbed her hair and pulled her back up, pushing her back on the table. The small of Ajka’s back was pressing into the side of the table painfully. She felt the cold table top unyielding against her shoulder blades. Her feet touched the floor at such an angle that her legs were forced apart. Tom looked at his helpless co-worker for a second and drank in her long slender legs and her pretty hair that was fanned out on the table. Then he slammed his cock into Ajka’s still moist pussy and fucked her furiously. He didn’t slow down or worry about Ajka’s orgasm. He just needed to cum and cum now.

He moved his hands from her shoulders to her hips and drove as deep as he could. Ajka took his pounding silently, praying that no one would see. She heard the receptionist announce that the conference would start in five minutes. Ajka’s eyes began to tear. This was it. Her career in this country was over. Suddenly she felt Tom’s cock swell. He gave a grunt and pushed into her, smashing his pelvis against her pussy. He exhaled heavily and shook over and over as Ajka felt his load splash into her warm cunt.

There was a knock at the door. “Is anyone in there?” Lori said. Ajka’s eyes grew wide with fright. Tom quickly pulled out, pulled up his pants and hopped through the side door. Lori knocked again. “Ajka?” There was a sound of keys jingling.

“Lori has keys!” Ajka thought. Ajka could feel Tom’s cum seeping out of her pussy and tracking down her inner thighs. He had cum so much and so hard. She frantically looked for her panties but with a start realized that Tom still had them. As the door opened all Ajka could do was compose herself as best she could and pray that no one would notice the cum running down her legs. This was her punishment, she realized, not Tom fucking her against the table but this, the humiliation and fear of being caught. “Only two more weeks, and then I will be free of this.” Ajka reminded herself. She took a deep breath and smiled as Lori walked in.

Tom hadn’t said much to Ajka the rest of that week or the beginning of the next. Occasionally he would grab her ass, or slide his hands down the front of her shirt. Ajka still wore her ultra professional clothes but knew that next Wednesday she would have to wear something sexier. So, she showed up to work with a tight, brown mini-skirt and a tan top that had a low cut V that showed more than just the base of her breasts. It was the type of outfit that Lori would wear. It was the type of outfit that Lori would notice.

“Ajka! Wow sweetie you look amazing!” Lori said with a sparkle in her eyes. “Why don’t you wear clothes like that more often? Wow you look good!” Ajka blushed and smiled shyly. Lori was so nice. Ajka didn’t notice the hungry way Lori glanced her lanky form as she turned to put some books away. “You should come over to my place sometime and hang out.” Lori said.

Ajka smiled. “I would like that. Yes.”

“OK, see you sometime then.”

Ajka turned and walked into Tom’s office. She had decided that instead of waiting for him to do what he wanted to her, maybe if she showed him how she was dressed, he would release his urges and be done for the day. Tom looked up and smiled. “Looking good Ajka. Come here and let me feel you up a little bit.” Ajka stood by Tom’s chair as he ran his hands over her hips and ass. She dutifully spread her legs when she felt him touching her thighs. Tom grunted appreciatively when he felt her naked pussy. “Nice Ajka. Very nice. You are learning quite well. You’ve been so good the past few days I have a surprise for you.” Tom picked up the phone and dialed a number. “Hello Mr. Smith. Yes she is right here if you wanted to talk to her. As I said before I highly recommend her for promotion. She does an amazing job.”

Ajka felt her stomach flip. She thought she was going to throw up at first. Mr. Smith was one of the CEOs who was in charge of the department heads. If he wished it, she would move into the department next to this one and be almost assured a permanent home and career in this country.

“Ajka, Mr. Smith will speak with you now.” Tom said as he handed her the phone. Ajka bent over the arm of Tom’s chair and put the phone to her ear. During the informal interview Tom continued to run his hands over her body. Ajka did her best to ignore it but at times it would distract her some. Still, she had to focus. This was her big chance and it seemed like Tom was pushing to get her this as well, just as he had promised!

Ajka’s body began to respond to Tom’s touches. Little by little her cheeks flushed and her nipples hardened. Her pussy moistened. Without realizing it, she spread her legs some as she supported her weight with her elbows on the desk. Tom took the opportunity to insert a finger inside her pussy. “Uh!” A grunt came out of Ajka’s mouth. She quickly apologized over the phone and feebly tried to push Tom’s hand away from her pussy. Tom worked her pussy the way he did before, slowly and deliberately while Ajka was forced to endure his touches. He added a second finger, then a third. Each time Ajka would let out a whimper or a soft moan. Each time she would try to cover it up. Tom moved his chair behind her and slid between her open legs. He took his cock out and pushed on Ajka’s hips, forcing them down so that the tip of his cock was poised at the entrance of her pussy. Ajka looked at him pleadingly. She mouthed the words, “Don’t, please don’t.” Tom waited for a moment.

Lucia was shocked when her secret work-nemesis Casandra butted in on a conversation with her friend Sam with the offer of a blind date with a hot acquaintance of hers. She had overheard Lucia’s woes of finding a guy who wasn’t intimidated by her high-powered job at a top law firm, and quickly jumped in with a wide and seemingly sincere smile to offer up hr friend’s number. Though they feigned friendship while in the office, Lucia secretly hated her equally talented and beautiful co-worker, and knew deep down that the feeling was mutual. Though trepidatious at first, Lucia warmed to the idea as Casandra extolled his many virtues.

“He’s a very traditional guy.” Casandra said with a grin. “A gentleman who knows how to treat a proper lady. He has a great job, lots of money, confidence, and a great smile.”

“Sounds like quite the catch!” Lucia replied.

Casandra laughed her deep hearty laugh, conveying genuine joy.

“I haven’t even told you about the rumoured size of his ‘fishing tackle’ yet.”

“I don’t really care about that.” Lucia said, blushing slightly. She did care of course, but was loath to admit that in front of Casandra and Sam.

“Well I’ll bet Adam changes your mind. He dated a friend of mine in high school, and she told me he was hung like a damn moose!”

Lucia laughed dutifully and pretended the flush of colour on her cheeks was embarrassment rather than arousal. Cadandra grinned when Lucia replied that she would give him a call.

Adam seemed utterly unsurprised by Lucia’s call out of the blue, and quickly agreed to meet her for dinner at a local gastro-pub. Though he was not talkative on the phone, he voice had a deep, manly tone, and he was both polite and gracious. Lucia excitedly dressed to the nines in a tight blue cocktail dress and tall black heels. She curled her long brown hair, and applied sultry makeup that accentuated her dark brown eyes. Looking at herself in the mirror, she knew she looked like an overdressed and high maintenance woman, but she didn’t care, knowing her curves would leave Adam in awe of her. She decided to forego a bra or panties in the tight dress, counting on her good genes to keep her tits perky.

If she expected Adam to be awestruck by her when she met him, she was disappointed. Adam seemed rather nonplussed throughout the evening in fact, talking very little, and asking only a few simple questions about Lucia’s education, work, and hobbies. He had seemed almost disgusted when she admitted she couldn’t cook, but his otherwise friendly demeanour, good looks, and charm kept her interested enough to carry on. Lucia talked nearly non-stop throughout the date, getting worse as she poured several glasses of wine into herself. Adam seemed to go the opposite way, growing more quiet as the evening wore on.

At the end of the night, Lucia realized that she had far too much to drink to drive herself home, and accepted a gracious offer from Adam to see her there. As they drove, she grew sulky, disappointed with her apparent inability to seduce Adam and make him a puppy dog panting for her pussy. Unable to contain her emotions, she began to passive-aggressively lash out at Adam, nagging him about his apparent distate for beauties such as himself, his driving, and even his choice to take the scenic route to her place just outside the city. Finally, after she commeted about the likely embarrassing size of his genitals, Adam snapped.

“Okay, this shit has gotta stop.” Adam blurted out, the anger in his voice palpable.

“What the…?” Lucia demanded, a haughty look on her face, as Adam pulled the car over onto the shoulder of the deserted country road.

“I’m sick of you flapping your god damn uppity lips. I’ve got a better use for them.” Adam replied as the sound of the tires on gravel died and he rolled to a stop.

“What the fuck are you doing?” Lucia demanded, her eyes bugging out in horror as Adam unzipped his pants right in front of her, pulling out a massive yet still flaccid cock.

“Fucking your stupid whore mouth.” He replied.

With an iron grip he reached over, grabbed and handful of her hair, and jerked her head down towards his lap. Guiding his cock in his free hand, he stuffed it into her mouth before she could say another word. Now using two hands, he began to jerk her mouth up and down on his shaft, jerking himself off with her drooling mouth, stretched wide around his thick shaft.

Lucia screamed aloud, muffled by his meat in my mouth. Her hands slapped ineffectually at his arms, but she was unable to drive him away, or pry his grip from her head. Rhythmically, inexorably, her mouth traveled up and down his hardening shaft in spite of her struggles. Breathless from her attempts to scream, Lucia’s nostrils flared wide for air, which she soon found harder to come by as Adam’s cock expanded further and began to plunge in and out of her throat. She gagged and coughed profusely, lubricating his entire length with her saliva as Adam mercilessly maintained his slow but deep pace.

Short of air, and exhausted from her attempts to resist, Lucia let her body go limp, and focused on relaxing her throat to avoid unnecessary and painful gagging. Adam seemed to take this sign as a provocation, and immediately pulled her down until her nose was buried into his stomach, holding her there, his cock deep in her throat. He held her till her eyes streamed with tears, her whole body was wracked with gagging, and her hands slapping at him once again.

Satisfied that she was struggling again, Adam now held her head firmly in place while he began to thrust his hips up and down, fucking her mouth hard and fast. Grunting with exertion, the head of his cock suddenly exploded in her mouth, shooting cum alternately into her throat and mouth as he continued to thrust unabated. Lucia gagged hard, and felt warm, burning cum shoot from her nose onto her upper lip. Eventually, with no other choice, she swallowed as Adam paused for a moment to pull his pants down to his ankles, one hand firmly holding her head in place. Kicking off his shoes, he removed his pants entirely, and settled into his seat more comfortably.

Lucia quickly realized her ordeal was far from over as Adam’s cock never flagged at all. If anything, it grew more steely hard following his orgasm, and she soon found herself gagging on its wide head once again. He did not start slow this time, but rather pulled her head forward till he was in her throat, and then rocked his hips quickly back and forth, pausing only occasionally to remove himself from her airway to let her take a few breaths before pushing her back onto him. After only a few more minutes of fucking her tight, squelching throat in this manner, Adam groaned again, dumping a second thick, salty load into Lucia. This time he shot it all right down her throat, holding her deep until he stopped convulsing. He let his angry-red and half-hard cock fall sloppily from her mouth, where it slapped wetly onto his belly. Pulling her head back by the hair with one hand, he grabbed her throat with the other, forcing her eyes to meet his as she gasped for air.

“Learned your lesson yet, you mouthy bitch?” Adam asked, eyes gleaming.

Lucia gasped for air, trying to calm herself and find something to say that would get her out of the hellish situation. She opened her mouth to speak, and found it suddenly filled with his sticky, salty, leaking cock again. She gagged instantly on the taste.

“I guess not. You Don’t fucking speak you whore!” He yelled as he began to thrust into her mouth once more in earnest.

In short order, Adam was rock hard again, and he pounded away on her mouth without pause this time, leaving Lucia dazed and listless, unable to fight back anymore. This no longer seemed to phase him, as he appeared more than happy to simply use Lucia’s mouth like a well-worn pussy. He throat now well broken-in, she gagged less often, though she still drooled profusely, soaking the car seat under his ass cheeks. Eyes red from lack of oxygen, and back growing sore from the twisted position he held her in, Lucia glanced up as he felt Adam begin to tense an impossible third time in less than an hour. His balls were so tight not that her chin bounced off them as he pulled her in on each down stroke. Finally, he pulled out, and rubbing his cock’s length up and down her cheek, proceeded to cum all over her hair and left ear.

Lucia stayed silent this time, scarcely wanting to breathe as she waited to see what Adam would do next.

When Clyde bought his drink he was the only person at the bar and the guy serving him looked miserable.

“What’s up Mark?”

“Oh, trade’s really bad Clyde. Since the economy went tits up I get hardly anybody in here. I am behind with the rent and the management company are threatening to terminate my lease.”

“Well yeah, things are tough, but not every business is in trouble. You have got to have something special to pull people in.”

“You’re right, but I just haven’t got any ideas left. I had to stop the live entertainment because I can’t afford it any more.”

“You’ve never eaten at my place have you Mark?”

“Jeez Clyde. You are so expensive and yet you always seem to be busy. I just wish I could afford come to Glorious and find out how you do it.”

Look, I like to come in here for a drink and a bit of quiet company. The meal’s on me. Come on round next time you are not working. You’ll be well fed, but it could just do a little more for you than that.”

Mark was intrigued, but he couldn’t get anything more out of Clyde. After a couple more drinks Clyde left and there was a trickle of customers until closing time. A poor night, but Mark felt a bit happier and it wasn’t only that he was going to get a free meal. Clyde oozed money and success. There had to be something in this mysterious offer. The restaurant was only in the next street and Mark walked past it on his way home instead of taking his usual route.

It was midnight and the last few diners were leaving. They were all smiling happily, giving cheery goodbyes to the staff and chatting enthusiastically as they went to their cars. It was a scene you could see at any restaurant except that there were more men than women among the clients and they seemed so much more animated than most people after a good meal.

It was five days before Mark could get away from work at the right time for an evening meal. He rang Clyde and said that he would like to take up his offer. Clyde said that he was fully booked, but as Mark was a single diner and he knew he didn’t get too many chances to get away from the bar he would bring out an extra small table.

Mark expressed his gratitude and dressed his smartest. When he arrived he was greeted at the door by a beautiful teen-aged waitress who showed him to a tiny table in the corner of the throbbing restaurant.

“You are an honoured guest Sir. I have instructions to tell the owner as soon as you arrive. Mr Watkins will be with you shortly.”

Handing Mark the menu she said ” my name is Carole and I will be your waitress for this evening. I will be pleased to meet your every wish.”

This last comment was delivered with Carole looking straight into his eyes and her lovely cleavage prominent as she leaned towards him.

Mark settled into his seat and started looking at the menu. He tried to ignore the distracting movement in his groin. Before he had looked at many of the tempting dishes on offer Clyde was beside him.

“Delighted that you could join us Mark. I won’t disturb you now. Just make your selection from our menu and when you have finished your starter tell Carole to show you through to my office. We will have a little chat before your main course. Until then I would like to suggest that you look around you carefully and watch what is happening. Bon appetit!”

With that Clyde was gone. Mark found it hard to concentrate on the menu. All this was so mysterious. He looked around him and couldn’t see anything special except the large number of male diners as he had observed previously. There were two tables of six men each and that was unusual. If it had been any normal restaurant Mark would have taken them to be business men, but there was something about the atmosphere in here that told him their purpose was pleasure rather than work.

After Carole had returned twice Mark finally put in his order. As he took his first sip of wine and picked up an olive there was a sudden murmur about the room. The diners were looking restless and one man made his way rather quickly towards the rest room. Not long afterwards Mark’s garlic prawns were served and he tucked into his delicious starter.

The moment the man returned from the gents there was a scraping of chairs. Two or three men moved as if to get up, but just one man left. The pattern continued. Each time one man came back into the restaurant another apparently needed to relieve himself immediately and there always seemed to be only one person going at a time.

Almost as soon as he had put down his cutlery from finishing the starter Carole was back at the table side. Smiling beautifully she said.

“Will you please be kind enough to accompany me to Mr Watkins’ office Sir?”

Mark took another sip of wine before standing up and following Carole’s pretty ass and very long legs to the back of the restaurant. As they passed the WC’s a smiling man emerged. He went to hold the door open for Mark before realising that he and Carole were going somewhere else. Mark thanked him and the guy very obviously winked and broadened his smile.

Carole tapped on the door and showed Mark into her boss’s office before turning away to return to waiting on table.

“Well Mark. What do you think so far?”

“Your food is excellent. My compliments to the chef and your staff are really top quality. I couldn’t have been made to feel more welcome. And it certainly works. You’re chock full.”

“Yes we do well. Most of may staff are working their way through college. Learning some valuable life lessons at the same time as they study their books. Clyde grinned. So you haven’t noticed anything special about my place? Apart from the food and waitresses of course.”

Well I don’t know what it is, but there is something going on. There is a strange feeling of anticipation in the room and guys are following each other into the john all the time. It’s as if you only have one urinal or something and they have to grab their turn.”

Clyde laughed. “You’re close man. They are certainly trying to get their turn.” He swivelled on his chair and pointed a remote control at the screen on the wall. When it flashed into life there was a naked girl on her knees sucking a dick at a glory hole.

“Hmm. Very nice.” Said Mark, “but you didn’t call me in to show me some porn did you?”

“It’s live footage mate. Straight from the cubicle across the corridor and the lady there is one of my waitresses.”

Mark looked more closely.

“No kidding.” At that moment there were some drawn out grunts from the screen. The girl was swallowing as a cum load filled her mouth. She carefully sucked and licked the prick clean and thanked its owner effusively. He left and within a few seconds the door clanged again and she was asking the new occupier if she could suck him off. Sure enough another cock came through the hole and she had it in her mouth right away.

“That’s seven loads she swallowed in half an hour and it will be eight in a minute. There could be fifteen men’s cum in her belly by the time her hour is up. She’s got good technique. Brings them off quick leaving plenty of happy clients. That’s the way I like it.”

Mark was glued to the screen. Speechless.

After a few moments of silence Clyde went on.

“Now you know why this is such a successful business. Play it right and your bar could do just as well as us. Now I will let you get back to your meal, but before you go. Take a look at the WC’s sign when you get back to your table. When the apostrophe is lit up there is a girl at the glory hole in cubicle three. Carole is due to do an hour in there later this evening.”

“Fucking hell.” Was all that Mark could say. Clyde showed him out of the office.

Once Mark was comfortably seated again he looked up at the sign and registered the small apostrophe illuminated with a red light. Carole was at his side very soon.

“Are you ready for your main course Sir! And may I get you anything else?

“I’d like to wait for a few minutes and may I have a jug of water please?”

“Of course Sir. Right away”

Not only was he surprisingly thirsty, Mark did not want to hurry this evening. He slowly sipped at his water and wine, all the time observing the succession of men visiting the lavatory. Carole visited three times to see if he was ready for his meal. Each time he declined. Although she was entirely compliant and polite it was obvious that she was getting concerned about the delay. The last thing on Mark’s mind was whether his food might spoil. Carole finally came and said.

“I must leave in a few minutes Sir. I am required for other duties.”

“Oh. OK. Yes I will have my main course now if you have time.”

“Of course Sir.”

Carole hurried away and as she did so the apostrophe light went out. She returned in seconds and after serving him she gave a curtsey.

“Please excuse me Sir. Your replacement waitress will introduce herself shortly.”

Mark started to eat. The food was excellent, but he was really paying it very little attention. The restaurant was quieter now and there was no movement to and from the lavatories. A few minutes later he looked up to the figure approaching his table. The lovely young woman in neat waitress uniform was the same naked girl he had seen on her knees swallowing cum only a short while ago.

“Good evening Sir. I am Susan and I am replacing Carole. Is everything satisfactory with your meal?”

Mark snapped out of his recollections.

“Oh yes. Yes, the food is excellent.”

She smiled sweetly. “I am here to provide anything you need Sir. Would you like anything else to drink?”

Mark could not get what she had been drinking out of his mind and then the apostrophe lit up again. Not a second passed before he was on his feet and heading for the door. No time to say a word.

The moment those soft warm lips closed around his dick Mark visualised Carole’s lovely eyes looking up at him and that delicious cleavage. She worked her tongue expertly and sucked so that he knew he could not last long in this paradise. He longed to be able to grab her head and thrust deep into her throat. As if she had read his mind Carole pressed her face firmly against the thin partition where Mark was tight against the other side. Just as his cockhead fully entered her throat he groaned and let go a huge jet of jism straight down inside her. Carole eased back a little and sucked the softening prick while the rest of his load discharged into her mouth.

Mark knew that Carole was naked on the other side of that wall. He really wanted to hug her and relish the gorgeous body he saw in his mind. He was going to do things a little differently in his bar, but Clyde was a genius. This was going to be his salvation. He arrived back at his table to find that Susan had removed his plate to keep the food warm. By the time he had got into his seat and raised his glass to his lips she returned it.

“Thank You Susan. That was thoughtful.”

“My pleasure Sir. Please be sure to let me know if there is anything at all that I can do for you.”

In this establishment that offer meant so much more than it would anywhere else. The pretty girl standing beside him had a belly full of cum and she knew that he had just fucked her colleague’s mouth. This was a place like no other. Unable to resist, and without really thinking about it at all, Mark put his hand under her short skirt and felt her cunt. That there were no knickers was unsurprising. Instead of a bush of curly hair he found perfectly smooth, damp flesh and soft, plump lips. Rather than leaping back, screaming or showing any sign of shock Susan spread her legs to allow easier access.

Mark eased three fingers into the sweet, young cunt. Susan moved towards him a little and spread her legs wider allowing further entry. Juices trickled into his palm and Mark took his hand away. He sucked his fingers.

“Thank you Susan.”

“No, it is for me to thank YOU Sir. Thank you for allowing me to assist you in enjoying the Glorious experience.”

“You have certainly done that Susan and I hope you will help me a lot more in the future.”

“I look forward to it Sir.”

Mark finished his meal with his head full of thoughts. From Susan’s juicy cunt to Carole’s expert mouth and then back to the future of his bar. Clyde really knew how to do business. He had barely been aware of his food. When Susan came to clear his plate and ask for his dessert order Mark could only think of leaving to get on with his plans.

“No Susan. Thank you, but I need to leave now.”

“If you must Sir. I look forward to seeing you again very soon. Mr Watkins has instructed me to ensure that you have everything you want this evening. Please don’t leave if there is anything more I can do for you. Mr Watkins would not like you t ogo without being fully satisfied.”

“I don’t think I have felt so satisfied in years Susan, but you could come back to my place if you like.”

“Of course Sir. I will just get permission to leave.”

“No, no. It was a joke. I’m sorry.”

“Really Sir. Mr Watkins would want me to please you. You are welcome to have me.”

“Oh boy Susan. You really are amazing. I am going to have to take up that offer sometime, ,but it just can’t be today.”

Mark reached for his wallet. Susan put her hand on his.

“No Sir, please. I have orders. I must not take any money from you.”

Mark looked at her. There was no arguing. He kissed her gently on the cheek, bade her goodnight and left.

This is a prequel to the Heather and Tom series. This is about the meeting of these two lovers. If you like this please look for the other two in this series. The fourth one is coming soon. So without further ado.

Decency Broken (First meeting of Heather and Tom)


The car trip to the beach’s camping site was long and tedious. This long boring drive has had nothing to really keep Heather’s mind from drifting. Sure occasionally there had been some chat with her sister Julie, but that has long since died off. So with nothing but the drone of the car tires on the road to entertain her mind is started to drift and migrate to her favorite subject…sex. It never takes much to get her mind going in that direction anymore. Right now she kept thinking about the last encounter with her off and on again friend/fuck buddy Randy.

This guy really was just not good for her and would never lead anywhere, especially since he already had a girlfriend. She never meant for this to start in the first place, but they started talking, then kissing, then things just kind of happened and then neither wanted to stop. The last year with him has been very fun and needed. She has had so much going on in her life for the last year that she really just needed the distraction he provided. It also got her to let her hair down and relax a bit about sex.

She looked in the glass of the window looking at her reflection wondering why she was still single. She knew that the problem with finding someone was not her appearance. She works out regularly, eats healthy, takes good care of herself, and can still turn the heads of the guys when she tries. The issue has been time. Just not enough time actually start a relationship. Then again, she thought, perhaps it was her that always pushed men away. Despite her relationship with Randy, she was still innocent in so many ways. She loved sex sure, but she was still timid and shy about it. She has had a very limited number of lovers. Whenever a guy moved too fast she just asked for things to slow down and then the guy would disappear and the guys always seemed to move to fast.

She had no idea what happened with Randy. From the start she just felt this sexual attraction to him; this spark. She was sure he felt it too, because what that spark would turn into when they were together was just amazing. This was just a distraction though, a passing fancy. So when life slowed down she started looking for someone else; something like a real relationship. Then the dating thing was not going well and Randy was available to fulfill her need, so she had kept him available. For him it was nothing but sex, and she kept telling herself that was all it was with her too and it would stop as soon as she found someone serious, but she knew the truth. She knew that she secretly wanted him to break up with his very long time girlfriend and never really tried too hard to find someone. Sure, they never were together often and when they were together it was always short like in the car or when his girlfriend was not there, but it was still hot and made her feel alive.

Then he started to act like a dick and just pleased himself and leave her wanting, then he would come around less and less. It had already occurred to her that perhaps the reason why she could not find someone else is because he is still around. So it seemed like a good time to stop seeing him and tried to concentrate of finding someone new. Then, of course, all prospects dried up and she got busy again. So recently her only release of her overly active sex drive has been her toys that she always keeps close at hand. They get the job done, but even that has gotten boring.

Watching the scenery flash by she started reminiscing about the last time she had met with Randy. She had met him in a parking lot and they masturbated each other and ended with him shooting his cum on her bare pussy. She remembered then having to masturbate on her own later that day and could still feel, smell, and taste him on her pussy. Remembering all of this she had to wiggle and cross and uncross her legs a bit more than usual in that car seat. Just trying to scratch that itch forming between her thighs. Unfortunately with Julie here she has to show at least some restraint and not touch herself now. Maybe she could run off somewhere private later.

The car starts to pull into the camp office so that she and her sister can check in to their campsite. “Finally here!” Heather said. The car just barely stops and Heather quickly jumps out of the car needing to get out and walk to get the kinks out of her legs. She starts up the stairs and sees someone opens the door and starts down the stairs looking more at his camp map than where he was going. Heather turns to her side to let him go by.

At the last second he looks up notices her and tries to turn sideways as well. “Oops, excuse me. Should have been looking where I was going,” he says as tries to stop. These narrow stairs are not real wide and Heather’s large breasts brush against his arm as he walks by. Her eyes watching him as he smiles a bit looking down at her cleavage that she has showing. Her excited nipples tingle with just the slight contact.

“It’s OK. Tight stairs,” she says as he walks by in a slightly elevated voice. He turns at the bottom of the stairs and take in the rest of her. He must of felt the contact too and there was no way for him to miss the flush of her cheeks as they brushed. Heather turns and gives him a nice view of her tight ass and firm legs. She knows he is still watching her so she puts a little extra into her walk swaying her hips to make sure to keep his eyes on her. She turns as she pulls the door open and can see him still watching, smiling in her direction. She enters the office and he turns to go. Just the brief encounter was enough to get her wet again. Who ever that guy was she is going to have to keep a watch out for him. He was pretty good looking himself and she loved the feeling of having him watch her. She really hopes that he is camping close to their camp.

She turns and starts to talk to the clerk and getting the campsite. “Do you have any spot in particular in mind?” she is asked by the women behind the desk.

Heather bites her lip and looks out the door, but can no longer see him. Maybe it would not hurt to see what is around him. “The man who just came in said that he got a real good spot. Is there anything around that?” She asks. She feels rather pathetic and desperate. She knows that nothing would ever happen, but still cannot help asking just in case.

“Yes, we have a few spots open right across from his and his friends spots. Would you like one of those?” the attendant said with a slight knowing smile.

Blushing slightly, she did not even think when she said yes. She paid, was handed the camp map and directed where to go. Julie was out walking around the car as well. “Did you get a good spot?” she asked. “I sure hope so. Looks promising so far,” she says smiling. They get back in the car and head to the site they were given.

“Did you see that guy coming out of the store Heather? He was totally eyeing you. Wouldn’t it be funny if we were near him?” Julie laughed as they got in the car to go to the campsite.

Heather laughed a little but did not comment and Julie missed her guilty flush of her cheeks.

The campsite actually did turn out to be a nice one. Plenty big enough for their tent, away from the campers and their families, and really had no one else around. The two got out of the car and started to unpack the car. Heather looked around, and saw him walking around getting his site setup. He was a bit away from her and there was an empty site between the two of them. It looks like there was only one other guy there; who Heather though, was not to bad looking either.

“Hey Heather, did you see who our neighbors were?” Julie mentioned as they got everything out of the car.

Again flushing a little bit she answers, “Yeah I did. Looks like the attendant just gave us the next campsite on her list,” Heather lied. “Maybe we should go over and introduce ourselves?”

“Look at the time Heather? If we go over their and you start your flirting it will be dark by the time we get back around to setting up this camp.” Julie said handing her the drop cloth. “Besides, we are here all weekend and from the amount of stuff they have taken out of their truck they are going to be here for a while too. So get to work before you go and start your flirting.”

Heather put on a little frown but Julie was right. There was plenty of time after they got setup. When they were half way through Heather saw them leave in their truck. “Oh well,” she thought. “Maybe later then.”

The camp was finished and it was time to get a fire started. Heather took off walking to the camp store to go and get some wood before they closed. As she got to the store she sees him putting some wood in the back of his truck. He must have noticed her first because he was already walking over to Heather. “Well small world neighbor. First we meet here, then I see you camping right next to us and now we meet again in the store. If I did not know better I would say you are following me.” He says as he sets down his wood.

She laughs feeling the color rising in her cheeks at the truth of his statement. “Well may be not following you. Just random happenstance I would say,” she says.

Finding her blush just add more to her looks, he smiles again. She cannot help but notice his eyes dropping to her cleavage again. “Well perhaps it is. My name is Tom. My friend, right over there is Kevin. We are here just for the weekend from Raleigh,” Tom says. “Are you here for the weekend as well?”

He is taller then she was, grey/blue eyes, a face that seems to well accustomed to smiles, short hair and a thin but athletic build. “It must be just coincidence or fate. My sister and I are also here for the weekend and also just drove from the Raleigh area. My name is Heather,” she says smiling. She can feel an attraction here, and her hopes are definitely lifted knowing that he is close by. She looks at his hands and don’t see any ring. Another good sign she thinks. Maybe they could get a chance to know each other a little this weekend and then continue this back in Raleigh. “I just came by the camp store to get some wood before they closed,” Heather told him.

“Looks like you were going to carry it back. We just got back and wanted to also stop in before the store closed. Why don’t we just put the wood in our truck and have us drop it off for you. This way it would give me another excuse to stop in and say hi,” Tom suggested.

Heather smiles. How could she say no to that, “I would like that. Will save me a long trek back. Thanks a lot Tom.” The two of them walk back into the store and she then pays for the wood.

“Heather, why don’t you head back. We have to finish up hear and I will just grab your wood on the way out.” says Tom

“Thanks Tom. I will see you in a few then.” Heather waves good-bye and then leaves the store excited by the prospect of seeing him later.

Heather went back and told Julie that he was coming over. “So does this mean I need to sleep in the car tonight or am I sleeping alone tonight?” she asks trying to get a rise out of Heather.

Heather laughs knowing that she would never go that far. “Never know, but I would say that I am sleeping in our tent tonight with you.”

“Well just remember that Heather. I am going to go for a quick walk around Heather. I will leave you to meet with him and get our wood.” Julie then left and Heather sat at the picnic table and started to read while waiting for Tom. She saw Tom and his friend come back to their camp and then a few minutes later Tom did indeed come over and drops off the firewood.

“Hello again Heather. Here is your wood.” He sets the large bundle by the fire pit. “This is a nice camp. Have you ever been here before?” The conversation then starts to build and Heather is pleased by how friendly and easy the conversation seems to come. Unfortunately it only lasts for a few minutes.

“Well I hate to run off on you so soon Heather, but I need to get back and help Kevin with a fire. I told him that I was not going to come over for very long. I was thinking of going for a walk later. Care to come with?”

She smiles. “Sure Tom. That sounds nice,” Heather answers him trying not to notice him staring at her. She knew what was bothering her about the stare; it was not the staring so much as the look…almost like a predator eyeing prey. To make matters worse, it was turning her on and she was doing an awful job of hiding it.

Tom just smiled, “Well then later it is. Till then Heather.” Then he got up and walked a way.

In a way she was glad it was a short conversation and that he left. She did not know how long it would be before Julie came back, but there should be time to relieve some of this pressure. God it was not like she was not already horny, but now with Tom eyeing her like he is going to just consume her, she really needed to bring things back in check before the walk and this could be the only time.

She climbs into the tent, brings out her favorite vibrator and pulls down her pants and panties. She touches herself with her hand and knew that she was excited, but the wetness did surprise her some. She turned on the vibrator and applied it directly to her clit not wasting any time. It was but a few minutes of circling her clit with her toy that the climax came and trying to be quite she screamed into her pillow to help muffle the sound. That was fast Heather thought, and sadly it just made her want sex even more. Well maybe she can sneak off again later. She put her toy away, pulled up her pants and then climbed out of the tent just as Julie came back.

Heather had a good evening with her sister and between having to cook, get a fire going, and then getting caught up in a conversation with her sister, she was surprised that it was so late before she resigned herself that Tom was not coming back. She could see him and his friend talking and drinking beer and really was tempted to go ad talk with him, but felt really guilty about abandoning her sister. This was supposed to be a camping trip just for the two of them. “Still,” she kept telling herself. “There was plenty of time to meet with Tom for that walk. Of course if he does not come by then he was not all that interested anyway.”

So that night she had a restless night sleep. No, it was not dreams about Tom, but she was just uncomfortable. This was the one part about camping that annoyed her. Sleeping on that damn inflatable mattress. It was always comfortable enough to get some sleep on, but not enough to sleep well. Finally giving up getting anymore sleep, Heather was up just before sunrise and got dressed and then left the tent. Julie could always sleep well anywhere. Heather told herself that she was going to give Julie a couple of more hours before she would go in and wake her; using cold water if need be.

Heather was out of the tent for about 15 minutes before she saw Tom walking towards their camp. She started to get little flutters but remained sitting and just waved to him.

Tom walks into her camp and does not bother sitting down. “Good morning Heather. Where is your sister, still asleep?”

She laughs, “And will be till I drag her butt out of the tent. I can never sleep as well as she does on those mattresses.” She moves her book from the seat next to her, tucks her hair behind her ear, and offers him a seat.

Tom just shakes his head. “Actually I was going for an early morning walk and stopped by to see if you would care to join me?”

She thinks that this is as good as time as any. “Sure let me just leave a quick note for Julie incase she wakes,” She answers him. She goes in the tent and writes a note to her Julie who is still asleep and then runs a quick brush through her hair, pulls it back in a ponytail, and gets up and leave the tent. “All set Tom. Anywhere in mind?” she asks as they leave the camp.

“In fact I do. There is a quite trail that heads to the beach. It’s only a couple of miles long. Figured I would walk it this morning if that is not to far?” he answers with a smile.

She thinks she might hear something in his voice but cannot identify it. “No that sounds fine. I probably still have a few hours before my sis wakes. If she is not up by the time I get back it would be a good excuse for me to wake her. Besides it looks like a great morning,” she answers him as the two of them walk through past other campsites.

They almost make it to the last camp site when a noise hits her ears. It is faint, but the rhythm cannot be denied. It was coming from the last campsite they have to walk past. At that camp sight there is a small tent and that is where the sound was coming from. Heather could feel her face start to turn red. Well maybe if they stay quiet and we go by it quickly it won’t be so bad. As they get close the noises suddenly get louder and the panting and moaning of the man and women within can be heard clear.

To Heather’s surprise it is Tom that makes the first comment, “Wow. Sounds like someone is having a good morning doesn’t it?”

Heather blushes again. “Yes is does. I wonder if they know that we can hear them?” Heather asked. She could not believe this was happening! Her cheeks were just flaming.

“Well they must know that they cannot hide anything in the tent.” Tom answers just as the entire tent start to wiggle. The sounds keep getting louder and the woman not doing anything to mask or hold back the sounds. It was a few seconds before Heather realized they had stopped walking and she was now staring at the moving tent.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck… God it feels so good… faster please I am almost there,” said a woman’s voice from the tent. It was not that loud. And probably would never have been heard if there were walls, but with just the nylon canvas of the tent it was totally clear now.

Heather could feel her getting wet. She kept staring at the tent like she was watching them even though nothing could be seen except for the moving tent. She was straining not to touch herself being painfully aware that Tom was standing right next to her.

Suddenly a loud deep groan is heard and then a pleading voice. “Don’t stop keep going, keep going…almost there.” Heather finally turned her head and looked at Tom for just a glance and saw him staring not at the tent but at her. She could not take this. She turned and started to walk away and heard Tom follow her. They had not taken more then a few steps before the women’s orgasmic scream could be heard and Heather blushed even deeper.

“Well that was unexpected,” Heather said still looking ahead and not at Tom at all.

In an amused voice Tom said, “Oh I don’t think so. She said she was close.” Heather made a little giggle at that and then they walked on.

The walk was doing little to help her urges. Even though the conversation had drifted to work and normal everyday life stuff, Heather could still feel that sexual buzz going; that feeling of being turned on and unable to do anything about it. She was still thinking about the couple in the tent. She was trying to get into the conversation, but her answers were short and sounded distracted. Before she knew it they were approaching the beach and could start to hear the crashing of the waves.

They had hit a spot where there were surrounded by dunes when suddenly Tom stops. Heather stops, turns around to see what’s wrong and suddenly she found herself getting pulled into his arms and getting kissed full on the mouth. She is so shocked that she does not push away for a few seconds and actually was kissing him back. Then his hand grabbed her tit and her eyes opened. Then the shock wore off and she broke the kiss and tried to step back. “Tom please… I just met you,” Heather said. This was not her way. She liked to get to know the guy a bit before she kissed a guy like that and a lot better before she slept with a guy. No mater how horny she was she just did not move that fast. Even with her “friend” she never did. It took weeks of talking and meeting with him before they even kissed.

I got into the car and sat down excitedly, quickly turning the key in the ignition. I pulled out of the parking lot and started my very short journey across town to visit my relatively new friend. Grant and I had met online, and after chatting for several months, we had come to a very nice mutual arrangement. After our memorable first meeting, we had been getting together more and more often, sometimes at my place, sometimes at his. Today it was his apartment.

As I pulled into the guest space outside his building I could feel my hands trembling with excitement, longing to be wrapped around his warm man-flesh. I flexed my hands compulsively, my mind racing with thoughts of the pleasure to come. I walked briskly in from the cold and dialled up to his place. “Its me…” I said into the intercom, and he buzzed me in after a quick hello. I opened the door and continued my quick pace to the elevator.

I drummed my fingers impatiently on the handrail as the elevator ascended up to his floor. I my palms were moist with nervous excitement. My mouth watered, savouring thoughts of the flavours to come. Already my pussy was warm and drenched, I could feel my juices soaking my pink thong. I watched as the lights blinked upwards until the satisfying *ding* of the bell let me know I had arrived at my final destination.

I blushed slightly as I squeezed past the couple standing outside the doorway. Though it was completely absurd, I felt like they knew why I was here and were judging me for my actions. I was fulfilling my base instincts, seeking carnal pleasures in a way not socially accepted by the populous in general. I swiftly made my way to Grant’s door, more excited than ever, the idea that the couple knew my dirty thoughts actually propelling my arousal.

I knocked softly on the door and was greeted immediately by Grant’s smile and a warm welcome. He ushered me inside and locked the door behind me. Knowing the routine, I removed my shoes and jacket, and walked to the living room with him trailing close behind. We made our usual small talk, weather and such, and after a few moments of that, without a word I silently got into position. Grant’s smile beamed as he undid his belt and walked forward. I was on my knees and removing my top, releasing my large breasts; my nipples plainly visible through my thin frilly bra.

Grant caressed my hair and the side of my face as I slid his pants to his ankles and he stepped out of them. This was a ritual now which we had performed numerous times, though the repetitiveness did nothing to reduce my joy on each occasion. That he was apparently as excited as I was became immediately evident, as his dick sprang to life before my eyes, growing hard just inches from my face. Though it had only been two days since our last encounter, his balls looked swollen with their contents, ready to drown me in his salty liquid. I smiled up at him and made eye contact, running my hands lightly up and down his thighs. I was such a tease.

His groan of pleasure was barely audible as I lightly flicked my tongue on the head of his cock. It jumped with a pulse as it continued to harden, and I followed its movement, all the while maintaining my eye contact. I licked him lightly, circling and flickering, my moist tongue coating his delicate head with moisture, my hands still caressing his legs. I ran my fingers up his inner thighs and softly cupped his heavy balls, rolling them gently in my hands while I continued to tease the tip of his penis. The taste of his dick made me moan aloud, and I sacrificed one of the hands on his balls in order to remove my bra.

I paused in my work to take it all the way off, and to caress my breasts, squeezing my hard nipples and pushing my ample cleavage together. Grant took over that job for me quickly, his skillful hands working my chest the way he knew I liked it. I sighed and began to stroke him lightly, feeling his dick pulse with excitement. My free hand traced a line down my stomach and into my pants, sliding inside to manipulate my clitoris. I let out a low, long moan with my breath; I had been waiting for this all day. Grasping Grant by the base of his shaft, I pulled him closer to me, using his erect member as a handle. I looked into his eyes, and smiled as I began to repeatedly slap his cock on my face with increasing force.

*Smack* *smack* *smack* his dick bounced off my cheek hard, leaving a slight red mark. I smiled throughout it as I continued to rub myself, feeling him somehow grow even harder in my hand. I felt his precum leak onto my face as I continued slapping myself, and I took the opportunity to rub him on my lips, using the lubricant to slide him back and forth as I pursed them. I opened my mouth and ran his cock head like chapstick around my lips in a circle, occasionally pausing to dart my tongue out and lash him. He groaned and placed his hands on my head, rubbing my hair and massaging my scalp. I began to gyrate my hips, now rubbing my pussy against my hand slowly and in a circular motion.

I took him into my mouth now, ending his torture. I drew him in half way, keeping my lips fairly loose to allow him to glide in and out of my mouth smoothly. With my saliva glistening on his shaft, his length moved into me like silk, and without even realizing it I was taking him nearly to the balls in no time. He nodded appreciatively and asked if I was enjoying myself in a gruff tone. I attempted to nod with his dick in my mouth, and moaned an enthusiastic “ummm hmmm” as I bobbed my head on him. I used my hand in conjunction, sliding it up and down his shaft in time with my mouth, the spit lubricating him and making the motion seamless.

This was our usual game, I pleasured him with my mouth, loving every minute of it. As he got closer to cumming, I would begin to taste him more and more, like a salty burning in the back of my throat. I loved that feeling and expected to get off more than once before he finally rewarded my efforts with a thick mouthful of his love juice. I moaned just thinking about it and picked up my pace as I felt myself approaching my own climax. I skillfully played my pussy like an instrument and within moments I was barely aware of his cock in my mouth anymore as I shook with waves of ecstasy. Luckily he took over where I left off, moving his hips and pushing himself in and out of my mouth, never even breaking stride. When I came around, I found myself gagging on his girth as it bumped into my throat over and over.

I broke the rules then. Up until that day, the rules of our arrangement had not changed; I sucked him off and we both gained pleasure from it. But this time something was different, and the feeling of his wet cock pumping into my mouth, lubricated by the thick saliva at the back of my throat, reminded me how long it had been since I had a cock inside me. Overcome with my own horniness, and to his surprise, I stopped sucking him and stood to remove my pants. He began to protest, and I silenced him with a finger to his lips. I paused and stood on my tip toes to plant a wet kiss on his lips, no doubt filling his nostrils with the scent of his own cock.

My pants off, I crouched back down on the floor, going on all fours and presenting myself to him. I could smell my own juices, the pungent aroma obvious but not unpleasant. My pheromones reached his nose and I could tell he nearly grabbed me and forced himself inside, but he stopped and asked if I was sure I wanted to do this. Grant… always the gentleman. “I need you inside me” was my husky reply. I glanced over my shoulder but closed my eyes and enjoyed the feeling of his calloused hands running up over my hips, along my sides, and to my shoulders. After a strong squeeze, he ran them down to my hips, and griped me there, holding me in place.

I gasped as he entered me. There was no pain; I was wet as November and 10 times as warm. His cock was still slick from my mouth and he was able to slide deep, holding himself there and pulling me gently onto him. Oh my god it felt amazing. It had been so long and I was so ready for this, my breath came in heaving gasps as he began to thrust, slowly but firmly pushing himself inside me, squeezing my hips and ample butt with his strong hands. I became aware that I was moaning, but I felt detached, I was out of my mind with pleasure. I ground myself against him, encouraging him, revelling in having him fuck me. I felt a massive orgasm building, the kind that only a cock inside me can bring, and I moaned his name aloud.

I felt the contractions begin, and my pussy walls clamped down on Grant’s cock, pulsing around him as my body rocked with my earth shattering orgasm. I yelled, and I’m sure the neighbours must have heard, but I didn’t care and was barely even aware of it. The pleasure went on an on, as my orgasm lasted for what seemed like ages. Grant began to slow his pace and I felt him pulse inside me. I came back to reality and realized he was very close to cumming, and was trying to hold back, not sure what I expected from him. I made the decision easy for him, and after one more perfect moment of him filling me up, I leaned away and felt his soaking penis fall out of my now sore vagina.

I turned around, staying on my hands and knees. He knelt in front of me and I immediately took him into my mouth, deep-throating him and trying to simulate the feel of my pulsing pussy by gagging as I took him into my throat. My tits swayed as I moved my whole body to fuck his cock with my mouth. I felt his balls tighten and his laboured breath increase in intensity. I moaned around his cock and prepared myself for the deluge that was sure to come. And cum it did. His first blast was so massive I gagged on it and the force of it caused it to fly out of my mouth and dribble down my chin and his balls. I tried to swallow quickly, before the second blast hit, knowing I would have plenty to savour when he emptied the rest of himself inside my mouth.

He flooded me, and I honestly have no idea how I swallowed as much as I did. My mouth was full of the mixed flavours of his cock, cum, and my own juices. My nostrils were filled with the scent of myself, and his own sweaty man-smell. I couldn’t have been more happy. I swallowed like a woman drowning, and couldn’t keep up, his cum spilling out of my mouth as I gagged repeatedly. It ran down my chin and onto th floor. As his spasms subsided, I kept sucking him, draining

every last drop, and enjoying the taste of him. I cleaned him up and swallowed it all down, my mouth sticky. I even leaned down and licked some off the floor, I was so into the moment, and loving the salty taste.

We collapsed together, both utterly spent. I fell asleep for I don’t know how long, and awoke some time later, his semen still sticky on my chin. I left the sleeping giant to his slumber, pausing only to give his flaccid cock a parting kiss as I dressed and snuck out of his apartment. I had to keep the arrangement at least semi-intact; it was too good to lose. Although we may not even ever do it again, I needed the sex that day, and I’m glad I broke the rules of our simple arrangement.

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