Innocence Enslaved chapter 1: That Fateful Night

by SomethingNasty

Introduction:
For those who have read the other parts, this is just parts 1 to 4 combined and slightly edited into the form of a single chapter to make things easy. Part 4 has also been uploaded separately for those who have read the first 3. Please keep in mind that I work a lot so the story will take time.
*Fixed some spelling mistakes*
*As usual, if you’re going to neg it please tell me why so I can improve. Don’t neg it just because you don’t like the themes, they’re all tagged so if you don’t like them don’t read the story. And if you do like it, don’t hesitate to give it a +1. All comments, suggestions and constructive criticism welcome.*

Innocence Enslaved chapter 1: That fateful night

Emily woke slowly. Her eyelids felt heavy, she was cold, and the room was brighter than usual. She was uncomfortable, the surface beneath her hard and unyielding… had she fallen out of bed? Still drowsy, she blinked a few times and tried to lift a hand to rub her eyes.

That’s when she realized she wasn’t in her room, and suddenly she was wide awake.

She realized she was face down on some kind of table, her ample breasts squashed painfully against the cold surface, and her hands were strapped to the sides. She could feel something strapped around her head, and taste the rubber ball gag that had been shoved in her mouth. To make matters worse, she was naked. She began to panic, struggling to free her hands.

“It’s no use”, spoke a deep, monotone voice from behind her. She struggled to turn her head to see the source of the voice, but could not.

“You won’t be getting free until we’re done”

She tried in vain to speak around the gag, to bargain, and the voice chuckled. The sweet girl flinched as a hand reached out to brush her long, red hair from her eyes.

“I can take out the gag if you promise to be good. No screaming, no threats… you can be a good girl, can’t you Emily?” asked the voice.

Emily simply nodded, terrified, and the man walked around to where she could see. He was middle aged, with short dark hair and a hint of grey. He was remarkably unremarkable, but his slick business suit and confident posture gave him an aura of authority that made him even more terrifying. He stood silently in front of her, admiring her pleading look for a second before kneeling in front of her.

He reached out, brushing her long ginger hair out of her eyes once more then gently running a single finger over her cheek, admiring the soft, pale, freckled skin of her innocent face. He looked into her round green eyes and spoke once more.

“Remember”, he said firmly “Behave or I’ll punish you” then reached behind her head and unclipped the gag.

Emily gasped for breath, gulping to hold back the tears. “Please!” she begged “Please just let me go. I won’t tell anyone!”

The man simply smiled, and the terrified girl continued to plead.

“Please, just tell me what you want! I’ll do anything!”

Finally he spoke. “I knew you were a good girl, Emily. Now, let me tell you what I want. You see, I find it rare to encounter a girl with that combination of beauty and innocence that you have. Girls lose their virginity earlier and earlier these days, which makes it hard for men like me. What I want, my girl, is to take that innocence of yours.”

Emily feel dead silent for a moment as the words sank in, and then the tears began to flow, and she began to beg. “Please… please don’t… Not like this…”

“Don’t worry,” he cooed, attempting to sound soothing. “As long as you’re a good girl, I’ll make sure you enjoy it almost as much as I do.”

She continued to beg, and he placed a hand on her shoulder. He began to trace it downwards, between her shoulder blades, and she began to thrash. He slid the hand under her, cupping her ample breasts, and she begged more. The hand traced down the small of her back, and she sobbed. Then it gently slapped her ass, and she screamed.

And that’s when he changed. Suddenly his face was inches from hers, twisted in anger. “I told you to be a good girl!” he snarled, slapping her across the face, and she began to wail.

He moved swiftly, pulling out a pistol, and held it to her head, shouting “Shut up!”, and she stopped immediately. “Second warning”, he growled at her, standing up straight and fumbling with his pants. His erection sprung out, a large, veiny thing prodding her face. Her begging escalated further, and he cocked the gun and pressed it to her temple, his other hand grabbing her hair and twisting her head painfully back “No more warnings. Suck it or I pull the trigger!”

She fell silent, clenching her eyes shut as she obediently opened her mouth, but the taste alone was enough. She stick out her tongue, and the bitter taste of his cock filled her mouth. Her small mouth stretched wide to accommodate him, and she heard him moaning “Ohhh good girl” as he filled her mouth.

He began thrusting, slight movements, only the tip of his penis moving in and out of her mouth, then slid it in further. Emily gagged as it hit her tonsils, and he stopped. The gun still pressed against her head, she was terrified, and wrapped her lips around the filthy shaft invading her throat.

“Good girl” he whispered, relaxing slightly, and Emily sobbed with relief. He pulled out, and she started to panic once more as he walked around her abdomen and disappeared from sight.

He stood staring at her pale, shapely ass for a moment, then simply said “Don’t complain”, and slapped one of her ass cheeks with an open hand. He slapped the other, keeping both hands planted firmly on her butt and then spreading her ass cheeks apart.

Emily stifled a sob, putting her face down and wincing as she felt his thumbs probing her virgin asshole and heard him mutter “Glad you shave. Almost like you knew what was coming”.

Then she felt a warm trickle, and began to cry softly as he poured something slippery directly onto her previously untouched asshole. She moved slightly, but with her legs tied to the legs of the bench, she could only do so much as she felt his hands gently squeezing her ass cheeks. She felt his thumbs probing at her sphincter as his hands kneaded her soft flesh, and she yelped as he gave her another soft slap. His thumbs spread her open, and she felt pressure as his hard cock was pushed up against her virgin anus. She grit her teeth as the pressure built, and then he was in, his hard shaft sliding slowly and painfully into her, the lubrication doing little to dull the pain of her tight ring of flesh gripping him hard. It burned, and tears were now streaming down her cheeks as he slid in, until eventually she felt his thighs against hers.

Now he slid out, ever so slowly, the suction pulling her already sore asshole tight. She couldn’t help but let out a low squeal. Then, just as it seemed he was almost out, he pushed in again, and the cycle repeated.

He began to pick up the pace, each thrust slightly faster, slightly harder than the last. She could hear him beginning to pant behind her, still squeezing her ass. Each time he pushed in, she could feel his hairy balls slapping against her pussy, the dripping lube combining with this to create a tingling sensation. His thrusts were getting faster and faster, the rhythmic slap of flesh on flesh abdomen his heavy breathing the only sounds she could hear as her body jerked back and forth on the table.

Her captor grunted, pulling her close, and she felt his shaft twitching inside her as he came. He slid out of her slowly, and another sob wracked her petite body as she felt his warm fluids in her sore ass.

“Good girl” he moaned breathlessly.

Emily just lay silently, defeated as he walked around to her front, tracing a finger up from her sore ass, along the small of her back and then stroking her hair. He knelt in front of her again, and she averted her eyes in shame. He lifted the gag, and placed it sound her head, the tasteless ball filling her mouth once more.

“Now I’m going to make you a generous offer, so listen carefully”, he said with a smile, and she finally lifted her gaze to meet his once more. “Tonight is going to be a big night for you either way. Some things are not negotiable. You will have sex with many men. They will not use protection. They will not know who you are. No, I will not let you go before the night is complete, but as long as you behave, you can go home at the end of the night. Now, you can make one request about tonight. Don’t waste it”

With that, he reached around behind her head and once again released the ball gag. Tears were beginning to well in her eyes yet again, and she began to beg

“Please… please just let me go-”

“Wrong answer”, he snapped swiftly locking the ball gag into place. She began to thrash in the restraints, screaming as well as she could around the gag. He once again whipped the pistol out and help it to her head, growling “Shut up!”

Emily simply fell silent, and he smiled. “It’s not all bad. Think about this: its happening no matter what. At the end you get to go home, and if you’re good, fifty thousand dollars will be deposited in your account. That’s a head start on life, and all it costs is a few hours of your time.”

****

I smiled at her, lifting a finger to wipe another tear from her cheek. I was once more amazed at the silky smoothness of her pale, freckled skin and her beautiful, innocent features. I stood once again, walking once more around her as I admired the long red hair, the arch of her back, her tiny waist, and that deliciously well-shaped ass. My cock twitched at the memory of having taken her, but I would have to control myself. I looked over at the wheeled table against the far wall, and sighed.

Time to get back to work.

I approached the wheeled table, checking the wheels were unlocked, and began to push it towards the small, frightened beauty in the centre of the room. The poor girl was trying to free her hands from the leather straps, and doing a poor job of hiding it as I moved the wheeled bench to the side of the stationary one to which she was strapped.

I was running out of time, so to prevent her struggling, I cocked the fake pistol and pressed it to her head once more. Of course I needed her in one piece for what was to come next, but she didn’t know that, and I knew fear was a great motivator. So as I unclipped her right arm and leg and rolled her over, I said a few simple words;
“Be good or die”, I said as I pulled gently on her shoulder, and she rolled effortlessly onto her back and onto the wheeled bench. The table ended just behind her shoulders, forcing her to hold her head up manually as I strapped her hands in place. I finished tightening the straps, ignoring her pitiful sobs as I wheeled the bench to its destination.

Against one of the walls lay solid wooden stocks, blocking the window to the a small, secondary room. It was here that I moved the table, locking my beautiful captive so that her head and hands were securely fastened, kept separate from the main room.

*****

Emily just lay defeated, completely limp as her hands and head were securely fastened in the smaller room. At least her head was supported now, resting on a padded table, and she could just see her hands in the darkness if she turned her head to the side. The thick block of wood locked around her wrists and neck were not overly tight, but they were tight enough that she had next to no movement, almost as if they were fitted to her. She could move her legs and lower body freely, allowing some measure of comfort, even though her butt was right at the end of the table so her legs were once agsin unsupported. Not being able to see her nakedness was both relaxing and terrifying, but at least nobody was touching her at the moment. Rather than panic, she took this as a time to think.

Something flickered above her, and she jerked in surprise as six digital screens came to life, all pointed down so she could see them clearly. The picture came into focus and she realized they were connected to cameras in the main room. The central camera must have been connected just on the other side of the stocks from her head, and was almost as if she could simply lift her head to look down at her body. It had a clear view of her firm C-cup breasts, with their round areolae and small nipples, followed by her flat stomach and her gymnasts thighs.

Two of the other cameras were focused on her from the side, where she could see her naked body strapped to the bench, everything from the shoulders down on display.

One more camera was focused on her from directly above, showing a birds eye view of her pale, naked young body.

She took a moment to realize where the fifth was pointed; it must have been on the floor at the foot of the bench – no, it was attsched to the bottom of the bench. It pointed upwards, giving a perverted view of her round ass cheeks from below. She could see her legs dangling idly, and tried to kick at the camera with her foot, but gave up quickly. Between her round butt cheeks she could see her own ass hole, and it burned slightly, causing her to sniffle as she remembered the rape she had endured.

As she looked expectedly at the blank sixth screen, she was startled by movement in one of the side cameras. Her captor had reappeared, carrying rope and steel poles. Suddenly terrified again, she froze in fear. Was he going to beat her with the poles? Rape her again? Was he going to kill her this time?

But no, he ignored her. The poles seemed to lock in place on the corners of the table, standing vertically, and she allowed herself to relax, resolving not to cry again. She watched in silence as they were fixed to the corners of the table, then flinched as he grabbed her left ankle. She began kicking frantically, and he simply looked into the camera and pulled out the gun, smiling at her. She stopped instantly, and he chuckled. Now she was angry, fuming as he grabbed her left leg once more and lifted it, strapping her ankle to the pole on the left corner of the table. He repeated this with her right leg, strapping it to the right pole. She was now immobilized, her wrists and head stuck in the stock while her legs were held wide apart by the poles. She could move only her midsection, and the bastard knew it. He climbed up onto the bench, putting his hands beside her waist as she strained against her bindings. She could feel his hot breath on her smooth, soft skin, and she could see from multiple angles. The girl burned with humiliation, knowing she was completely at the mercy of this monster.

He looked at the camera and smiled right at her, then slowly bent forward, opening his mouth to take her left nipple. She felt a warm wetness as he wrapped his lips around it, and she screamed into the gag as she felt his tongue sliding around her small pink nipple.

“Good” he said, his voice coming clearly from a speaker nestled between the monitors. “If I didn’t know better I’d think that’s a quiet little moan.”

He climbed down from her, running a hand up her thigh, and she flinched. She glared at the monitors, fuming as he pulled what appeared to be a phone from his pocket.

“Now wiggle that ass”, he commanded. Emily remained limp, unmoving. Her captor simply shook his head and lifted his phone, held it up to the camera, and pressed a button. An electrical charge raced through the table, passing through a cluster of flat metal studs in the surface of the table, and Emily shrieked in pain as the charge touched her lower back.

“Now!” he roared. “Wiggle. That. Ass!”

As he pressed the button, the girl used her legs to lift her backside from the table, and her captor beamed like a proud father. “I knew you were a quick learner!”

A wave of relief washed over Emily, and the man lunged. He put his hands inside her thighs, his fingers splayed across her soft flesh, and she tried to scream as the hands slid slowly downwards. She thrashed wildly as his fingers slid over her soft labia, teasing her freshly shaven flesh. He crept inward, his fingers teasing the lips of her tiny virgin slit, delighting in the untouched innocence of her soft pink flesh. Emily kept attempting to move, but, held tight by straps and bars, she could barely budge. She watched in horror as her captors beaming smile moved slowly forward, looking directly into the camera as he stuck his tongue out. He kept his hands on her inner thighs, fingers stretched out to splay the lips of her innocent pussy, and she screamed as his hot breath touched her. She recoiled as his wet tongue made contact, teasing her inner lips as he licked her. His tongue slid deeper, wetly teasing her insides as he stretched out his lips and began to play with her clitoris.

Enraged, Emily continued to thrash, screaming loudly as he buried his face in her, his tongue delighting as her body began to react to the invading tongue, and her juices began to flow.

Then he pulled back. A plastic tube emerged from his pocket, and she felt a cold, slimy wetness as he poured it directly onto her vagina, then slid a single finger into her slit, massaging the lubricant into her insides.

He stood and admired his handiwork, his hands glistening, then walked away. Emily flinched as techno music started playing from a stereo beneath the table, then light streamed into the room as her captor opened the door into the side room. She blinked in surprise as he seemed to look around, then pulled out his phone once more and dialling a number. As soon as someone answered the call, her captor simply spoke two words, saying “She’s ready”, before he strode from the room, the lock clicking as he closed the door behind her.

Emily was once again stuck in the darkness, with only the screens to keep her company.

*****

Unfortunately, she didn’t have to wait long. Her captor had simply pulled up a chair and sat next to her for a few minutes, occasionally glancing up from his phone to admire her gorgeous young body.

Then he stood, pressing a button on his phone. The constant thud of the techno music from the other side of the stocks increased in volume, and her captor walked out of sight of the cameras.

Emily screamed in rage when he returned. He was leading a group of roughly twenty men, a small crowd. They were cheering and whooping as they looked at the naked body of the young woman strapped to the table. She could feel her throat getting sore, and a small part of her mind reminded her to save her voice, in case she was given a chance to actually use it later. She bit down on the ball gag, struggling to hold back tears as she felt a few stray hands slapping her ass. A finger stroked her small pink slit, and she thrashed in process. Another hand found her chest, squeezing her firm C-cup breasts and pinching her nipples. She glared in hatred and shame at the faceless throng of middle-aged men on the screen, and knew she was at their mercy

The host bent down beneath the bench, emerging with the microphone.

“Ok boys, give her some space” he commanded, the voice booming through the same speakers as the music, and she actually felt a miniscule pang of gratitude as the men stepped back.

She scanned the crowd on the camera, and her eyes stopped, horrified as she recognized a white haired man in a cheap suit – Mr Hartigan, her 9th grade math teacher. He had always been a little creepy, but this…

“Welcome to all!” Her captor began “Its good to see so many familiar faces, and I’m glad we have attracted some new ones too.”

The men listened intently, and their host continued. “You may be wondering why this weeks entertainment is tied like this. Well, let me tell you something. The internet is a wonderful thing! Just imagine my surprise when I was checking replies to the clubs ads and I saw a message from this little cutie. Never thought I’d be so lucky. You see, this one is a virgin, and she has always dreamed of anonymously losing her virginity to a BDSM gangbang. Think we can help her out?”

The men all cheered, and Emily began to scream in protest, but between the gag, the stocks, the pumping techno music and the men’s own cheering there was no chance of them hearing. She instead began to thrash in her restraints.

“You’re getting her excited, boys!” The host exclaimed. “Now darling, if you’re eager, let us know. Wiggle. That. Ass!”

The shock of the steel studs hit her again, causing her to cry out in pain, and she pulled her body up with her legs once again. All the men saw was her perfect, creamy ass lifting from the table, held there for a second as she tried to escape the electrical currents. They all cheered as one, and the host wasted no time at all, shouting “Which lucky guy will pop this cuties cherry?”

The men all began shouting over one another, vying to be the one who would defile the beautiful, helpless young virgin before them. The host laughed, and shushed them. “I’m going to scroll through my phone for ten seconds then hit ‘call'”, the host stated “Whoever gets the call gets the girl.”

Emily watched in horror as the crowd watched in anticipation, many reaching for their phones. Then he pressed a button, and Emily could hear a familiar ringtone break the silence.

“Looks like a newcomer gets the honour tonight!”

The man stepped forward, and Emily began to scream once more as her fathers smiling face appeared on the camera. She began to thrash wildly, but all the men could see was her lower body moving. A look of doubt crossed her father’s face, and Emily screamed in pain and rage as the electrical charge stung her backside once more, causing her to involuntarily lift her backside towards him. He smiled, and the host said “I think she likes you!” with a laugh. She was completely helpless as her father stood between her spread legs, his hands on her slim waist.

He slid them up her body, cupping her breasts, then slid them back downwards, down her flat stomach, around her slim waist and over her wide hips. He lifted his hands and put them under her lovely, firm ass cheeks, squeezing gently. She looked on in horror as her fathers face moved unknowingly towards his own daughters virgin vagina. She recoiled in horror as his teeth grazed her clitoris, wailing in despair as her fathers tongue slid up the length of his little girls little pink slit. She attempted to escape, rattling her bonds, trying her best to beg her daddy to stop, but he responded by pushing his face deeper between her legs. In a state of desperate horror, the pretty ginger shook her legs wildly as she felt his warm, wet tongue slide between her virgin folds.

His tongue swirled side to side, and she watched in horror as he looked directly into the camera, sucking her pussy lips. His face was a mask of animalistic lust, and Emily could do nothing to stop him.

She heard the voice of the host through the speakers, speaking to her father. “I think she’s ready”.

Her father grinned, and his teeth softly gripped her labia as he stood, pulling it softly.
Tears streaming down her cheeks, she watched, burning with shame as her own father loomed between her legs, fumbling with his pants. He looked down on his innocent daughters nude body with a look of pure lust as she looked on in helpless horror.

His pants dropped down to his knees, and she gasped in surprise as her fathers enormous cock was revealed, a full eight inches long and as thick as her wrist. He stepped forward, placing his hands on her thighs, and her body was wracked by another sob as she felt his huge cock being pushed against her entrance.

He leaned over her, his hands slowly and deliberately exploring her body. He squeezed her breasts, pinched her nipples, then his touch moved downwards. His hands gripped her waist tightly, and she clenched her eyes as she felt the head of his huge cock pressing harder against her entrance. She heard him moan loudly, his cock head forcing the lips of her tiny pussy apart as he entered her. Then she screamed as she felt him stretching her, his thick cock seemingly too large as her previously untouched pussy was forced open. His progress stopped as he reached her still intact hymen, and he spoke.

“Hope you’re ready, cutie”

She screamed in pain as he thrust forward, tearing through her hymen. His thick shaft pushed further into her, stretching her wider than she ever thought possible. Emily let her body take over, attempting to spread her legs wider as a tearing pain shot through her loins.

She could feel every inch of his hard shaft as it slid deeper into her, reaching her deepest parts, pain shooting through her as he slowly pushed into her depths. It seemed to take forever, but he finally reached her cervix, sharp pain shooting through her. Every fibre of her being screamed with pain and humiliation, and she screamed helplessly into the ball gag, desperate to beg him to stop, to let him know it was his own daughter he was raping.

Then, as slowly as he had entered her, he began to pull out. Emily cried a sob of relief, filled with disgust as she felt the tight lips of her vagina gripping her fathers monstrously thick shaft. She looked into the monitors, and was horrified by the look of pure pleasure on his face as his hard cock slowly, painfully slid from her aching cunt. Soon only the tip of his hard dick was still inside her.

Then the host stepped forward, grinning widely, and said “Now you popped her cherry, time to stop being gentle!”

Her father simply nodded, and Emily screamed as he gripped her hips tightly and thrust. His thick cock slammed into her, instantly filling her, stretching her pussy painfully as he thrust. She felt his grip tighten, and he pulled out again, thrusting once more.

He began to pick up the pace, slamming himself into her harder and harder. His face twisted into an animalistic grin, and Emily could feel her body being jolted back and forth with the force of each powerful thrust.

He moved his legs slightly, and her gaze was drawn to the lower screen, looking upwards as his thick organ pounded into her. She could feel his balls slapping against her, see how her innocent young pussy embraced the thick, veiny cock each time he pulled back, see every inch of her fathers huge, thick organ as it pushed into her, still smeared with her virginal blood, slick with her juices and the generous amounts of lubricant that had been smeared around her nether regions.

A building pressure seemed to mount in her abdomen as he continued to thrust, an indescribable tingling growing amid the pain. He continued to thrust into her, faster and faster, fucking his daughter roughly. By now her tears had dried, and a small moan escaped her lips as the invading organ between her legs rubbed a particularly sensitive part inside her.

Suddenly he seemed even more determined, his thrusts even harder, the fat cock slamming into her then holding, deep inside her, for a fraction of a second before pulling pack and being forced into her again. He was grunting now, and his hands gripped her tighter. He thrust again, pulling her petite body to meet him. He leaned over her body, no longer pulling out so far, his cock buried deep within his daughter. She felt his hot breath on her naked breasts, and he thrust again. His lips wrapped around her right nipple, teeth grazing her as he thrust again. One hand slid under her buttocks, and he thrust one last time. His teeth gently pinched her nipple as he held, locked inside her. She felt his organ twitch, and a gush of hot wetness filled her as he ejaculated. He collapsed in top of her, still moving his mouth from one nipple to the other as he nibbled them teasingly, and seemed to convulse inside her, another spurt of his hot cum shooting up inside her.

He straightened, momentarily pulling her nipple with his teeth then releasing it as he stood upright, his hands roaming down her body as inch after inch slid from her. He popped free of her, his huge cock dangling freely as she felt the fluids running down her buttocks. A wave of nausea hit her as she watched the pale cum dripping down from her pussy and spatter on the camera below.

He moved away, glistening with sweat as the other men cheered loudly. The host stepped forward, microphone raised, and shouted “Who’s next?!”

The men all cheered, eager to be chosen. It was going to be a long night.

*****

Emily sobbed quietly. She could feel the cool air blowing over her body, the burning pain in her stretched, freshly deflowered pussy, and the trickle of her fathers seed running from her sore, red little slit as it mingled with her virginal blood. She was exhausted from her ordeal, but knew much more was to come.

Now she watched the screens above her, terrified at what may be next. The voices of the horny men cheered and laughed, and she could hear every disgusting word through the speakers on each side of her head.

Her father had been the “winner” tonight, and the second part of his prize was choosing who was to have the next turn. Emily looked on helplessly as he announced the winner, and his brother, her uncle, stepped forward.

“Damn, she looks good”, he said as he stepped from the crowd.

Emily noticed several of the men had already pulled down their pants, and were obscenely stroking themselves as they looked at her. Uncle Tommy had always been a strange man – short, fat and balding, he had always been the family slob, a divorcee with a drinking problem. His hugs had always lingered longer than necessary, but she had always loved his sense of humour and he had always made time for her, always had a kind word for her no matter what else was going on in her life. He had always been a friend to her, and now he stood before her, unfastening his pants and preparing to rape her.

When the blue jeans dropped to his knees, Emily’s eyes went wide. Despite his small stature and chubby build, his cock was possibly even larger than her fathers – perhaps thinner, but noticeably longer, with a curious upwards curve. Now he stepped forward, and she recoiled in disgust as he placed his fat, greasy hands on her knees, sliding them slowly down her smooth, creamy thighs. Two fingers slid into her, splaying her pussy lips, and he stepped in close. He gripped her thighs, and she screamed as he slammed his full length into her.

*****

I watched, fascinated as her uncles impressively sized organ was plunged into the beautiful teen girl. He seemed to be even more eager than her father, and wasted no time in slamming himself balls-deep into his niece’s inexperienced young hole. The sound of his balls slapping her flesh was clearly audible even over the music I had put on to cover any sounds she might make through the ball gag and sound resistant wall covering, a rhythmic wet slapping sound as he groaned loudly. I had spoken to him before setting up this event of course, and wondered if the sex-starved old drunken pervert would have been as eager if he knew it was his own sweet, innocent and completely unwilling niece he was currently fucking so roughly.

I pulled out my phone once more, switching the display to the camera pointed at the poor girls face. She seemed to have given up, looking nothing but exhausted as she stared at the screens, her head moving only slightly with each jolt as her body was violated by her uncle. I flicked through the camera angles, taking great pleasure in seeing what she could see; here a side view showing her uncles full length as he slid into her once more, here a view from just above showing how her firm young breasts bounced with every thrust, here a view looking down her body as she would see it were her vision not blocked by the wooden stocks holding her in place. I lingered on this angle, enjoying the view of her perky breasts bouncing as the overweight man between her legs pounded into her. Her clean shaven cunt glistened with their juices, gripping his shaft tightly as he slid back, and her body jerked as he slammed himself into her again. He began thrusting faster, his fingers digging into her thighs as he tightened his grip. Again and again he slammed himself into his poor niece, harder and harder, grunting loudly with every thrust.

Then he pulled her thighs harder, thrusting one last time. She felt his shaft spasm inside her, his innocent little niece impaled on his cock, then pulled out. A stream of cum spattered onto her poor, stretched little pussy, more of the white goo leaking from her pink slit to run down the soft, reddened flesh of her buttocks as her uncle simply held her, panting heavily. Then he grabbed his long penis, wiped the head across Emily’s plump ass cheeks, and re-joined the crowd.

From there my pretty little slave was forced to watch as a procession of men from her life used her sweet, inexperienced body, and I distributed Viagra to all the men there as I gazed at her body, using the cameras to watch her face the whole time, looking for tell-tale signs.

She shut her eyes tight, shaking her head as her favourite English teacher groped her buttocks, her soft, freckled face twisting in pain when he began fucking her ass.

She seemed to resign herself to her fate as her old gymnastics coach pounded her tight little pussy, her whole body shaking as he thrust into her like a man possessed, and he finished inside her.

Next came her best friends father, and her eyes went wide. I watched closely as he climbed atop her, his short but thick cock sliding into her slowly. He took his time, nibbling her skin and sucking her nipples far more gently than the others had done. He kept to a steady rhythm, gyrating his hips slowly, moving his cock in slow strokes as her pussy lips seemed to grip him lovingly. I watched intently as her eyes softened. He lacked stamina though, and soon his slow gentle strokes had become thrusts, and I delighted in seeing her eyelids flutter ever so slightly, her hips lifting to meet his final few thrusts as he came suddenly, without warning. When he pulled out we were all treated to the sight of her innocent young pussy, red and sore but still only slightly stretched, give an involuntary shudder as a few drops of cum leaked out.

Now it was time to make things really interesting…

***

Emily gasped, out of breathe after that last ordeal. She had wanted to scream, to tear free and fly away as the steady procession of men from her life had taken her. When the last man had taken her, she was horrified to see that it was Tony, the father of her best friend. She’d had a crush on him back when she was twelve, but now, with his cock inside her, she had only wanted to die. The humiliation of the act itself was nothing compared to her bodies betrayal – at the end, she had been unable to stop the feelings of pleasure washing over her body, spreading from her loins as the invading organ had stretched her, like a warm glow of pleasure spreading further each time his fat organ had slid into her. Her body, despite its exhaustion, had begun to rebel. Her hips had begun to lift to meet each thrust, and she had felt her vaginal muscles beginning to respond, tightening around his fat cock just as he had gushed a huge load of hot semen into her, which ran down her ass cheeks and dripped down to join the growing pool on the floor below.

Now she waited, even more terrified than before, as the host began to speak once more.

“Seems like she’s getting into it boys, don’t stop now! Let’s give her a special treat! First and second, you ready to go again?”

“Fuck yeah!” her uncle exclaimed as he stepped forward, proudly brandishing his long cock as if it were a trophy.

Her father stepped forward, his pants completely discarded and his own erect monster pointed ahead.

“Haven’t shared a girl since Helen!”

Emily felt her heart jump. Helen was her uncles ex wife, and had left him many years ago, but her uncle only grinned and said something she couldn’t make out to the host.

The host simply nodded and stepped forward, bending down to wipe the lens of the cum-smeared camera below her ass with a rag. He started fidgeting with something out of sight, and his victim let out a yelp of surprise through the ball gag as the bench her body rested on began to lower. Soon the cold air of the room washed over her bare back as the bench dropped away from beneath her, and she was left with her lower body dangling helplessly by the legs, her ankles still strapped to the vertical bars and her head and hands locked tightly in place.

But as uncomfortable as that was, even it would have been preferable to what happened next.

Her uncle lifted her body and slid himself underneath her, his hands roaming her body to cup her breasts, her buttocks resting on his fat, hairy belly as he positioned himself beneath her, angled so his head was beneath her right shoulder. She shuddered as he began to kiss her soft, freckled skin, his hands cupping her breasts and pulling her nipples. He moved slightly, his hard cock sticking up between her legs, and he began to gyrate his hips, causing his erect shaft to tease at the entrance of her pussy.

His hands slid down to cup her ass cheeks, and he pushed her upwards, gripping his cock with one hand and guiding himself into her as he lowered her onto his hard phallus. She screamed into the gag as she felt the growing pressure of his cock at the tight entrance to her anus, and then he was inside her, kissing the bare skin of her shoulder and neck as she slid down onto the length of his shaft.

As she screamed into the gag, tears streaming down her cheeks, her firm ass impaled on her uncles hard cock, she had no choice but to watch on in horror as her father stepped close. He stood between her legs, his huge cock pressed against her pussy lips once more. There was movement behind him, and Emily saw her captor bend down and pick up the floor mounted camera. He held it up behind her father, who put his legs shoulder width apart, and she shrieked as she felt his massive girth being forced into her for the second time.

Her eyes were drawn to the newly positioned camera, which offered a clear view between her pussy and anus, each stretched tight around her father and uncles’ hard cocks. Her father slid in deeper, all the way in, and she could feel both huge organs inside her, filling her up as two sets of hands glided across her soft, smooth pale skin.

Then they began to move. Her uncle began rocking his hips beneath her, and she felt him gliding in and out of her as her father followed his lead, pulling back out of her, her tight cunt gripping him as if it didn’t want to let him go. He rocked forward once more, and an involuntary moan escaped the girls lips as she felt both men pushing into her, the heat of their bodies surrounding her as the heat of their cocks pulsated inside her, filling her completely.

They began to move separately, picking up the pace, and waves of pleasure shot through her body as they began to piston in and out of her, her small, pale body as it was rocked back and forth between the two men using her. She could feel every inch of their shafts as they stretched her around them, and the multiple cameras caught every thrust, every gasp in exquisite detail as her body reacted. She could feel her bodies natural lubrication beginning to flow, making it easier for her fathers rod to slide in and out of her, her hips involuntarily lifting to meet his every thrust. The three bodies moved in rhythm now, her fathers thrusts pushing her down onto her uncles hard cock and her uncles thrusts pushing her back up to feel her father sliding into her once more.

Her body writhed between them now, each stroke of their long cocks eliciting another moan as she struggled against her bonds, no longer to break free but rather to spread her legs further. Her mind was in turmoil; she still wished to break free, to scream for them to stop, but she now knew there was no hope of that. But the two men she loved most in the world were fucking her, and the sensations shooting through her loins were indescribable.

She desperately humped against her father, grinding herself into him, her loins screaming for more as her mind screamed for freedom. Both men thrust into her, burying their thick cocks balls-deep inside her, and her eyes shot wide open. She felt her pussy spasm around her daddies thick organ, gripping it tightly as her hips bucked wildly. She screamed into the gag once more as the orgasm took hold of her body, sending wave after wave of incredible pleasure through her entire body as a hot cascade erupted from her sweet pussy, drenching both cocks as a delicious cascade squirted from her pussy.

This show was not lost on any of the men present, and the men observing let out a loud cheer. This was all it took to send the two men fucking her over the edge, and they redoubled their efforts, their hands gripping her ever tighter as they thrust their hips wildly. Her uncle thrust upward again, burying himself in her to the hilt, and she felt the now familiar twitch in his cock as he shot a load of cum into her. She screamed in a mixture of pleasure and pain, ecstasy and torment as another orgasm hit her, and her hips moved between the two men, gyrating on the two large members inside her.

Her father gripped her waist, thrusting into her harder, harder, then one final thrust. He roared as he rammed his cock into his daughter, burying himself all the way in. The pain of him hitting her cervix was drowned out by pleasure as one final orgasm hit her, and they came together, father and daughter, her sweet folds gripping him tightly as he filled her, her hips grinding into his. She looked at the screen, gasping for breath as she stared at the image of the two enormous cocks, her holes distended to accommodate their girth, overflowing cum leaking from her.

Then they pulled out, and she saw every inch of them as they slowly retracted. It seemed to take forever as they pulled out inch by inch, and part of her mind marvelled at the size of the two cocks that had just been inside her. Her body shook once more, an aftershock of orgasm as her father popped out of her, then her uncle followed. Cum dripped from both her holes, and her mind reeled as she came back to her senses, horrified at the thought that her father and uncle had just given her first, second and third orgasm, repulsed that the warm feeling inside her, that white liquid dripping out of her sore and distended little body, was their cum.

Then the room began to spin, and everything went black.

*****

With a splash of something cold and wet on her face, Emily woke. She instantly regretted it. The man who had captured her stood over her, a sneer plastered on his face and an empty cup in his hand.

“You had me worried for a second” he laughed “What, were your daddy and uncle too much for you?”

Emily tried to shout at him through the ball gag, to scream at him, but she could do nothing as a tear rolled down her cheek, just one of many streaking her pretty freckled face. Her face flushed with shame as she remembered what had just happened, and struggled to fight back the tears.

The host ran his fingers through her silky red hair, and she grimaced as she felt his erect cock rubbing on her soft cheek, shaking her head as he stroked himself over her face. But she was helpless, unable to move, only her head and hands on this side of the wooden partition and her body tied down on the other side, naked and vulnerable in the main room with the other men. Even now she could feel multiple hands groping her, squeezing her breasts, pinching her nipples. The screens above her showed everything in full detail; the stranger pinching her hardened nipples. Her math teacher running his hands up her soft, creamy thighs. And her father and uncle, laughing in the crowd, blissfully unaware of the identity of the virgin they had just defiled. They joked and chatted with other men, sipping beers taken from a cooler on the floor and having a great night while the girl who trusted and loved them most in the world lay naked, bound and defiled just a few feet away.

She could still feel their cum inside her, leaking from her sore little slit as her unknowing teacher leaned close and slid two fingers into her.

“I know you must be tired after all this, particularly after how hard you came on daddies dick,” her captor teased as the girl let out a small whimper, her every muscle burning with exhaustion and her loins burning with desire as she squirmed to escape the fingers inside her. “Try to enjoy what comes next.”

Then he turned, putting his engorged member back into his pants, walking from the room and locking the door behind him. Once again the darkness surrounded the poor girl, and she was left alone with nothing to watch but the screens above her.

In the main room, the host returned with a cheer from the audience of gathered men. He took a moment to admire his captive, her soft, pale skin drenched with sweat and cum but still as perfect as when he had tied her up, her firm breasts rising and falling with each breath, her gymnasts body and ample yet firm ass suspended for all to see by the ropes that held her fit, smooth legs apart.

The other men stepped back, eying the girl hungrily as they waited eagerly to hear what would happen next. The host grinned as he raised the microphone.

“Now who’s ready for the main event?!”

The men cheered, raising their drinks in celebration. A figure emerged from the side door, and the men cheered once more as they turned to look; it appeared to be a girl about Emily’s age, a blonde girl wearing a tight – fitting school uniform that highlighted her slim build and small, perky breasts. She wore oversized aviator style sunglasses that covered not just her eyes, but much of the rest of her face.

Emily was unsure if it was the girl the men cheered for or her companion, for beside her marched a huge great dane, obediently staying at her side as she sauntered into the room. The host waited until the cheering died down before calling out “Now… give it up for Angel and Demon!”, and the men began to celebrate even louder than before.

The new girl approached the captive, and Emily knew that whatever was going on, this girl had a part in it. Angel put on a show, commanding Demon to sit then sauntering around the prisoner, swaying her hips provocatively and moving in time to the music. Then she stopped between Emily’s bound legs, bending slowly with her ass raised in the air. She stuck her tongue out slowly, then bent her head down, raising her ass to tease the men as she licked gingerly at her captives sore, cum-smeared pussy.

“Mmm” she said as she turned her head and smiled wickedly back at the men “Tastes like Daddy”

The men cheered loudly at this, and Emily raged at the humiliation. Part of her wondered if the girl was just teasing the horny older men or if she actually knew how right she was, but a glance at the face of the host made her think he didn’t want ‘Angel’ ruining the surprise. The men paid no mind to the girls words though, except that many – including Emily’s uncle – had resumed stroking themselves through their pants or even openly.

Her train of thought was interrupted as Angel once again lowered her head, her long blonde hair cascading down to tickle at Emily’s soft thighs, and gently took the poor girls pussy lips in her teeth, pulling at her victims skin teasingly. She began to swirl her tongue into and around the young redheads sweet folds, teasing at all the right places, and Emily sobbed as she felt the tell-tale signs of her body beginning to respond yet again. She looked on helplessly as Angel’s hands lifted her own skirt, raising her ass and fingering her own pussy for all the men to see as her tongue swirled expertly in Emily’s cunny.

Before her body could betray her once more, Emily was surprised by her tormentor pulling back. Emily was momentarily confused, until she saw the wicked smile on Angels lips.

“Now it’s Demons turn!” she announced, and the men cheered again as the tiny blonde girl called the dog over. Emily was too exhausted to even struggle now, her legs burning and every muscle in her body feeling dull and dead. The dog lacked the subtlety and finesse of its master, but more than made up for that with eagerness, its cold wet nose snuffling in Emily’s helpless pussy before it’s long tongue began lapping desperately at her. Emily felt disgusted as the long, slimy tongue slid into her, reaching the hardest to reach places as the creatures hot, moist breath washed over her loins. It slipped in and out of her in long strokes, filling her with warmth as it seemed determined to lick out every drop of cum the other men had deposited in her… and it felt wonderful.

The sweet, innocent young girl, the virgin gymnast who had never let a boy touch her until tonight, who had been kidnapped and defiled in every way and every hole, finally gave in.

She surrendered to the animal, opening her legs for its tongue, barely noticing as the bench was raised up beneath her and a pillow placed under her firm round ass. Her mind had finally cracked, and now she belonged to the dog… and the dog knew it.

She hadn’t seen the host sliding the platform up to the edge of the bench, but she certainly noticed when her new lover begrudgingly removed it’s tongue from her to step aside. She had given up completely, running on pure animal instinct now, and her mind barely registered the cheers of the men as she raised her hips in search of her missing lover.

Then the animal clambered up, scratching her slightly as it awkwardly attempted to position itself above her. She felt the weight of its huge, furry body clambering up between her legs, its forepaws wrapping clumsily around her narrow waist as the long wet tongue began to lick her neck. She felt something prodding her groin, and shifted slightly as the dogs clumsy humping motions caused its hard red cock to brush past its target. She raised her hips once more, arching her back, her eyes glued to the screen showing the view from the camera in the hosts hand. She watched every thrust with baited breath, the dogs balls bouncing back and forth. Then the animals pointed red cock struck home, and she screamed through the gag as it thrust upwards onto her tight, moist little slit.

The creature knew it had succeeded, and began pumping into her, thrusting home like a Jackhammer. It stepped in closer to her, its claws digging into the girls soft skin as it wrapped them tighter around her waist, its long tongue slobbering over her firm breasts, covering her pink nipples with warm drool. It slammed into her harder and harder, and she tried desperately to open her legs further for it. It’s long, red organ seemed to be growing within her. A whimper escaped her lips as she watched her young hole stretching around the beast, its thrusts getting shorter as it filled her completely. It’s rapidly expanding shaft seemed to pulsate, and she saw what appeared to be a massive, thick lump growing at the base of its cock. It gripped her even tighter, stretching her painfully as it forced its knot inside her, and she screamed once more as that now familiar combination of pleasure and pain shot up from her loins. A few more quick thrusts, and the beast was fully inside her stretched pussy, its knot held firmly between her tight pink lips. She felt the stretching, felt the pressure it put upon her clitoris. It continued to jackhammer into the young girl, eliciting moans as she writhed beneath it. Then came three more hard, quick thrusts and she felt a torrent of hot cum shooting up into her, the hot cum filling her even more than her father had, and she bucked her hips wildly beneath the creature as she was taken by another orgasm. She watched herself stretched by the huge organ, felt every inch of the thick shaft inside her, her sweet little cunt quaking around the creatures knot as she came.

Emily lay panting beneath the creature, her eyes closed and her expression slack as she recovered from her climax. The dog scrambled over and off her, turning its back to her, but its huge knot was stuck firmly inside her, keeping the creatures rear attached to her. She let out a small moan as it attempted to pull free, her tortured pussy lips straining to keep it firmly inside her.

*****

I smiled as the dog clambered off the girl, her pale body slick with sweat and cum. She had taken it well. I leaned close with the camera, and was pleased with the view of the dogs large knot locked inside her, the lips of her tight little cunt distended around it. It looked painful, but judging by the small movements of her hips, the pleasure must have outweighed the pain.

I nodded to Angel, and she moved to assist. Demon was still locked to his bitch, his back turned to her and his penis stretched backwards, and he curled around and began to lick at her pussy. Angel stood over Emily’s naked body, her small hand reaching down to massage the bound girls clitoris. The men watched intently as the girls quietly worked, Emily’s firm young body shuddering periodically from the combined ministrations of Angels fingers, Demons tongue and the huge pulsing organ inside her.

The main event was almost over, and those who would not be permitted in the after party didn’t want it to end.

Then Emily shuddered one last time, and the dogs huge cock slid from her tortured hole. A torrent of thick white doggy cum gushed from her, and then she lay still.

“Alright boys” I called out as I turned to the crowd “I hope you enjoyed the show! See you next week!”

*****

Emily lay still, exhausted. She could feel the prickly fur of the dog that had mounted her, stuck to her soft, smooth skin of her bare body, stuck to the dried saliva, sweat and cum of multiple men. Even now she could feel remnants of the creatures cum slowly leaking from her sore, stretched pussy to mingle with the sperm of her father and uncle and drip down her round buttocks.

The pretty young redhead had given up. Now she stared blankly at the screens, barely registering as about half of the men reluctantly finished off their drinks and prepared to leave.

They slowly began to trickle from the building, and a small part of her mind worried what might be next.

Her father, her uncle, and half a dozen other men from her life made up the bulk of the group who were leaving. At least it was some small mercy that only strangers remained. At least she wouldn’t have to deal with the shame of watching whatever came next.

Then the last of that first group were gone, and the remaining men began to mill around as the girl, Angel, walked into the small room where Emily lay alone with the flickering monitors. She removed her oversized sunglasses to reveal the young, innocent- looking face of a girl a year or two younger than Emily herself. Her eyes darted around the room as if worried, and she pushed the door shut behind her. She bent over the prisoner and removed the ball gag from her mouth, a flash of concern on her face, and Emily felt hope soaring in her heart.

“I’m so sorry” Angel said. “I had to do this… they’re dangerous.”

“It’s okay” Emily mumbled, holding back tears as the younger girl began to speak once more.

“Don’t cry, that’s what they want. And take these, they’ll help with the pain.”

Emily nodded silently, swallowing the pills the other girl gave her without question. Angel dabbed her face with a damp cloth, wiping away the sweat and dried tears from the soft, freckled face of the girl bound in front of her.

“The next part is hard. But act eager, smile, and open your mouth. They’ll finish up a lot faster.”

Then the music suddenly stopped, and the room filled with light as the stocks that had been keeping Emily’s head and hands trapped in the side room were opened. Angel squeezed her hand tightly as her bound legs were released, and rough hands grabbed her body and pulled her away into the blinding light.

Emily squirmed in their grasp as the men picked her up. Large hands grabbed her ankles, wrists and arms as she was lifted from the bench where she had been defiled, and others squeezed her large, firm breasts. The only mercy was that she was now able to scream, and she began cursing the men who held her. Then she found herself on a large bed the men must have moved into the room while she’d been speaking to angel, each arm and each leg held by a different man.

The man holding her right leg, an overweight brute in his forties, clambered over her and between her thighs. She moved to kick him away, but another grabbed her ankle as soon as it lifted. She lifted her head and watched helplessly as he knelt between her thighs, one hand holding his fat veiny cock as he guided it into her. She attempted to squirm away from him as she felt him rubbing the smooth head of his cock against her pink slit, still tight even after all the punishment it had received. She had thought being able to see would be better, but as he slid into her, his body weight pressing her down into the soft embrace of the bed and his large rounded stomach bearing down on her own flat, toned one, she wished she was blind.

She closed her eyes as he speared into her, his fat cock spreading her tight cunt yet again. She flinched away as he began to kiss the soft, freckled skin of her cheeks, and rough hands grabbed her jaw, forcing her mouth open. The mans hot, stinking breath washed over her, and his tongue was forced into her open mouth. She felt every thrust as he pushed into her, pumping into the beautiful teen beneath him, slobbering all over her as his slimy tongue seemed to crawl down her throat, bringing the taste and smell of beer with it.

Her left hand was released, and she weakly attempted to push away the thrusting behemoth on top of her. He moved to to the side, and she was temporarily relieved as his slobbery mouth left hers and started suckong her neck. Then she felt a weight on the left side of the bed, and all relief was gone when she turned her head and saw the naked body of another man on his knees beside her, his veiny erection pointed straight at her face.

More hands grabbed her, someone painfully twisting one of her nipples as another gripped her delicate chin, fingers digging in to force her mouth open. She attempted to push away, but someone grabbed her free hand once more. She stared helplessly at the large cock pointed at her face, squirming as the rakish old man attached to it shuffled forward. She attempted to shut her lips against it as the rounded head pushed forwards, and the hand gripping her chin tightened. Then her eyes were drawn past the men to the blonde girl standing a few meters past.

“Play along and it will be over soon” Angel said softly, a worried expression on her face.

Emily closed her eyes and opened her mouth, forcing her body to relax. The bitter taste filled her mouth as she wrapped her lips around the mans shaft, and he slid in until his cock touched the back of her throat.

The hands holding her seemed to relax, and the overweight man on top of her began to quicken his pace. The vice like grip on her ankles were gone, and even that small freedom, the freedom to move her legs, felt heavenly after these hours of being held immobile. She stretched her legs, allowing the man inside her to thrust deeper, and a soft moan escaped the lips wrapped around the second mans cock.

Sensing that she had relaxed and accepted her fate, the men redoubled their efforts. Emily could feel a burning desire in her loins, and her mind seemed sluggish. She had no experience with drugs, but she knew the pills Angel had fed her were taking an effect. Even the overweight pig driving his cock into her seemed more pleasant now, and the shame and humiliation she felt was being numbed as the pleasure seemed to blossom, drowning out the horrors.

She felt a hand stroking her hair, and looked up at the man in front of her face as she let her lips wrap around his thrusting cock, her eyes roaming up his thin body to the hardened face. His fingers tangled in her soft red hair as he pulled her forward, his thick shaft sliding smoothly into her throat.

“Yes sweetie, suck that cock”

Feeling the effect of the drugs in her system taking control, she opened her gymnast trained legs even wider for the man on top of her, moaning softly as he slid balls-deep inside her and she let her bodies’ instincts take over.

***

I watched in wonder as Angels pills took effect. Her ability to manipulate people into doing what she wanted never ceased to amaze me, and as I watched our young captive moving willingly between the two middle-aged men fucking her, I reminded myself yet again to never underestimate my manipulative blonde assistant.

In just minutes, Emily had gone from the broken rape victim to a lust-filled slut. I suspected a part of that may have been a mask, a way of hiding the underlying fear, but to the cameras it mattered little.

Soon the man on top of her was grunting hard, his thrusts becoming shorter and faster, and then he came, his thick cum shooting inside little Emily to mix with the rest of that inside her, and another man replaced him almost immediately.

She appeared to be focused entirely on the man in her mouth, running her lips up and down the lucky cock as if it were nothing new to her. He was getting rougher, holding her hair tightly and forcing himself deeper into her throat. I worried I may need to remind him to be gentle, but before I could move he was cumming, holding her tightly with his cock deep down her throat as she desperately attempted to swallow, her eyes watering. He pulled away and she gasped as he slid out, a strand of saliva and cum stretching out from her mouth to his cock.

Then he was gone, and she turned her attention to the man fucking her, a young man in his twenties. His hands gripped her waist tightly as someone nearby called out encouragement, and she wrapped her legs around his waist to draw him in as he sloppily kissed her now unattended mouth. Then he too came, and the men cheered as yet another two climbed into the bed with her.

She spread her legs, a dribble of cum leaking from her sore, abused little pink slit. A dreamy smile was plastered across her face, and her eyes were glazed. I could tell she was hopelessly stoned.

One of the men pulled her to him, rolling her limp form onto his hairy body, her legs splayed on either side of his hips. A big, meaty hand held his engorged cock and another squeezing her pale round ass as he guided her down. She gasped as he entered her, and smiled back at the second man as he climbed up onto the bed behind her. She seemed to settle on the man she was straddling, sliding further down his length as the newcomer grabbed her firm ass cheeks and spread them apart, pushing his hips forward to place the head of his penis against her butthole.

Then he thrust home, impaling her tight ass.

The girl cried out as yet another cock entered her, and for an instant the facade cracked; her smile disappeared, a look of fear on her pretty face. She seemed to struggle for a second, then her eyes fell on Angel, who gave her a convincing sympathetic look and mouthed something I couldn’t catch. Emily regained her composure and stopped struggling as the man behind her began to knead her round ass cheeks, the surge of adrenaline gone. She forced a smile and surrendered to the drugs once again as her pale body jolted back and forth between the two men filling her.

Now a third man climbed onto the bed, his own shaft at attention, and soon the small pale body was lost beneath a pile of my perverted associates, an occasional high pitched moan or squeal the only reminder she was still there.

*****

Emily lost track of time as the drugs overwhelmed her. She may have even lost consciousness, but the men didn’t notice or care. She could feel the constant rocking motion of their bodies, feel the fullness as their hard organs moved in concert within her. She could taste the salty taste of cum as yet another spilled his seed into her mouth, and the overpowering, chemically induced sense of desire on top of it all.

Eventually the cocks left her, and part of her mind wished they would return, wished they would fill her once more. She opened her eyes as she was pulled from the bed and found herself on her knees.

A smile crossed her adorable young face as she looked around to see the men pressed in a semicircle around her, their erect shafts pointing towards her as they stroked. She reached out, wrapping her small, soft hands around two of the closest and began to stroke them. Another man stepped close behind her, and she leaned her head back as his cock rested heavily on her cheek, turning her head to wrap her lips around his thick, meaty shaft.

It wasn’t long before one of the men began to cum, a spurt of his hot sperm spattering on her forehead to run down her face. She smiled dreamily and tilted her head back further, opening her mouth as more of the men began to cum, most of it hitting her cheeks as she tried to catch as much as she could, savouring salty taste. Her drug addled mind felt dim satisfaction in the fact that right now, she was the centre of the world for these men. She was all that mattered to these men as they jerked themselves into a frenzy, admiring her young body as they stood over her, raining sperm onto her smiling face.

Soon she was covered in cum, the thick warm goop splattered all over her hair and face, filling her small mouth and running down her chin to drip onto her perky young breasts.

She stayed there until the cum stopped, lazily taking the nearest cock in her mouth and sucking the lucky man clean of every drop.

Then she was up, gentle hands leading her back to the bench while Angels soft voice commanded her to climb up and lay down on it once more. She obediently put her head into the stocks again while Angel took a warm, wet cloth and gently cleaned her smiling face and tired body. The last thing Emily saw before she lost consciousness was Angel smiling sweetly as she kissed the smooth, freshly cleaned skin.

*****

She came to shortly after, the stocks closed around her, trapping her head and hands once more, with Angel standing over her.

“Did you have fun being fucked by daddy?”

“Mmm”, Emily moaned in reply, watching the screens as the familiar form of the host began to rub himself against the entrance to her tight little pink slit on the other side of the dividing wall. “Dad was soooo good”

Angel seemed happy with that answer, pulling up a seat and leaning in close as Emily raised her hips for the host to slide himself into her. “Pretend that’s him again. Tell him how good it feels.”

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Sonia and the Happy Ending Clinic

by ColetteJulie

My friend Miguel told me about the Happy Ending Clinic. We work together and one day he looked so relaxed, and at peace – really contented. I was curious, was he taking drugs? This was not the Miguel I knew. He was normally, shy and reticent and scared easily.

He would often get teased by the bullies at work who called him a homosexual because he didn’t seem interested in women. It was sheer luck that two of the bullies were sent to work at another branch of the company, and then the rest backed down because their support club had left.

Things were better, but not this good. Maybe he’s finally accepted his homosexuality, I thought. Anyway, the change in Miguel was so remarkable that I approached him and started a conversation.

“Hey Miguel.”

“Hey Sonia.”

“Do you perhaps want to eat with me in the cafeteria today?”

He looked surprised, but he didn’t run away.

“With you?” He asked.

“Yes. Come on, it will be fun.”

“What about those other guys?”

I knew who he was referring to.

“You know I don’t mix with those assholes.”

He smiled shyly, looking as if he was making a decision.

“Okay. It’s not a trap or anything right?”

“No!”

I was stung by his distrust, however, when I thought it over, I suppose he had reason to distrust the people here. Maybe I was hurt that he included me in ‘the people here’.

We met at the door to the cafeteria and got our lunch, I purposely picked a quiet table away from other people because I thought I could get him to tell me how and he’d changed so suddenly. I started half-way into the meal, hoping he wouldn’t just get up and go.

“You look fantastic.” I told Miguel.

“What?” He asked, and munched further on his chicken.

“You look different today. Calm; reassured; happy. You’re not as shy and nervous as you always seem.”

There, I had laid it out for him. He looked at me calmly. I could see his mind working, deciding what to tell me. He kept quiet and continued to eat.

“Are you taking drugs?” I asked, hesitantly, he just didn’t look the type. He almost choked.

“No!” He said vehemently.

“I don’t do drugs Sonia.”

“Okay, because my gay-dar is just not going off here. I find it difficult to believe that you’re gay.”

“Where does that come from? I’m not gay!” He was getting Miguel-angry now, not very frightening I’m afraid. Nevertheless, it was good that he was defending himself; he might explain yet.

“Okay, then why do you look so different? New girlfriend?” I was down to my last question.

Miguel blushed. Ha! I thought – nailed it.

“You have a new girlfriend?” I asked surprised. He blushed again. Jip, I was on the right track.

“No.” He said it so softly, it was almost a whisper.

“What?” I asked, shocked. Not a new girlfriend? I was ready to pull him over the table and make him tell me.

“Tell me then.” I ordered. He sighed and looked away.

“Miguel…” There was a warning in my voice. He looked back at me.

“Promise you won’t tell anyone.” He implored, he had lovely eyes, which for some reason I had not noticed before.

“Pinkie promise?” I asked.

“Don’t be stupid, just promise. I am taking a big chance on you. I have been watching you, just as you have been watching me. Although you’re trying to be bossy now; you and I are the same. Submissive.”

Oh God, he used the word. How did he know I was submissive? Dammit. I hesitated before I admitted it; I was hoping I could trust him.

“I swear Miguel, and you’re right, I am submissive. Don’t tell anyone that, please.”

For the first time since lunch, he smiled. He really should smile more; he looks cute when he does. He explained to me that he had a kink; a sexual one. Who doesn’t I thought? I have my own kink, and it’s very embarrassing. I prayed that it didn’t come up in the conversation. I thought I had heard wrong when he said his kink was medical fetish. My eyes wanted to pop out of my head; such was my shock.

“Don’t look so shocked.” Miguel said his courage was leaving him rapidly.

“I’m sorry. I’m sorry.” I stuttered.

“It’s my kink too.” I whispered.

Now it was Miguel’s turn to look shocked. I repeated his words back to him and he suddenly threw back his head and laughed. I looked around nervously; thank goodness the cafeteria was almost empty. Miguel clapped his hands loudly.

“What are the chances…?” He was shaking his head and still laughing a little.

When he was done laughing he became serious and I became more nervous.

“We freaks are so few; I cannot believe that we’re into the same thing.” He said, looking even more comfortable if that were possible. I was green with envy.

A conversation followed that left Miguel with a hard cock and me with a wet pussy. I confessed to my arousal first, and he shyly seconded it with his own. It seemed we liked a lot of the same things. He told me about the Happy Ending Clinic, where you could pay for them to indulge you in your fetish. I had never been to any place like the Happy Ending Clinic; I was too shy and too mortified by my kink to allow it. However, it sounded like heaven on earth.

We agreed that one day I would try his Clinic. When we left the cafeteria, we were more closely bonded than a married couple. Bound together by our secrets and our kinks.

A few days later, Miguel came to me and offered to go with me to the Clinic. At first I didn’t want to, but he said that if I didn’t mind, he was sure they would let him hold my hand until I felt safe enough for him to leave the room. I now had a different dilemma. The idea of Miguel holding my hand, while the doctors were doing god knows what to me; turned me on, very much. In fact that was what changed my mind and gave me the courage to try it.

I called Miguel and agreed and he said we would take our day off next month and do it. I had goose-flesh when I put the phone down. I shivered in delight.

The rest of the month passed agonizingly slowly, I was a heap of nervous confusion and wanted to run away when the day finally came for our day off.

Miguel drove us there. I peppered him with questions, none of which he knew the answer to, but he promised to stay as long as I liked.

“If you won’t be offended, it will turn me on.” He said.

Imagine my surprise. I squeaked.

“It will turn me on as well; I was just too shy to say so.”

I felt the hot redness of my blushing cheeks and glanced over at Miguel; he had the grace to blush and turned towards the front again. A forty-minute drive later and we parked in the small parking lot.

At reception I was given a form to fill in; along with the standard hospital form, there was a long list of kinks, instruments, apparel and other things to tick off. Miguel assured me that this was normal, so that they could do what I wanted. He showed me where to add other stuff, like submission, humiliation and pain from procedure.

I gave the form back to the receptionist and we were told to follow the arrows on the walls to the examination room. I squeezed Miguel’s hand and whispered to him that I was already afraid and aroused. He nodded in sympathy.

“I know; everything about this place drives me wild as well.”

We entered a room with an open door. Miguel told me to sit on the bed, but I didn’t want to, so I held his hand and stood beside him as we waited. It turned out not to be long. The sexiest male nurse I have ever seen in my life came into the room and closed the door behind him. I was ready to faint on the spot.

He smiled cheerfully (mother of heaven he was gorgeous) and asked Miguel if it was for one or both of us.

“Just her, it’s her first visit.” Miguel explained. The nurse smiled and winked at me – I blushed in answer with my eyes now firmly on his black shoes with rubber soles, which means he made no noise walking down the passage, just like real nurses.

“Well, in that case you are very welcome to stay Mr Cortes. Sonia, I will tell your doctor so this can be a really great experience for you. You can call me Nurse or Nurse Joe, or just Joe, whatever is comfortable for you. When the session starts, I would like you to address me as Nurse Joe.”

He put his hand under my chin and gently lifted it until I was looking in his eyes. I was sure I was going to make a puddle on the floor at any moment.

“Yes Nurse Joe. Thank you.” I squeaked, wanting to sink away into the floor.

“Well then young lady, take this -” he said as he handed me a folded green hospital gown.

“- Get undressed and put it on and I will be back with the doctor in a few minutes.”

He caressed my cheek, then turned, and swiftly left. The room felt cold and empty without him.

“Turn around.”

I ordered Miguel but he was looking down. I looked at what had his attention; there was a bulge in his pants. As I looked, my pussy gushed out juice of its own. This was very arousing.

“Turn!” I was bossy now.

He was supposed to be here for support, not a free ride.

I stripped off my clothes and folded them, then left the little pile on the small table next to the bed because I didn’t know what to do with it. I slipped my arms into the hospital gown that was open at the back. I could feel the cool air on my back and my buttocks, I shivered and goose-flesh sprang up everywhere.

‘You can turn back now.” I told Miguel, who offered to tie my gown at the back. I reluctantly went over to him and let him tie the gown, knowing he was looking at my butt while he did.

After he tied my gown, I went back to the bed and gingerly sat on the edge. It was strange – the gown made me feel small and helpless. All I wanted now was for a big strong doctor to reassure me that everything was going to be all right. I was strangely emotional, I wanted to burst into tears but I didn’t know exactly why.

I flinched when the door opened again and Nurse Joe re-entered with a doctor in green scrubs close behind. He had a green bonnet covering his hair and green booties over his shoes. The thing that scared me most was that he had a green mask that covered his face from his nose to his chin. Too late I realised he had latex gloves on and I nearly wet myself.

As stiff as a board in fear and anxiety, I stood against the bed with my eyes on the doctor’s shoes.

“This is Sonia.” Nurse Joe began.

I didn’t dare to look up. I felt a gentle hand under my chin. The gloved hand lifted my face until I was looking right into my doctor’s eyes. They looked very gentle and kind and I relaxed a little. He pulled his mask down to his chin and smiled at me.

“Hi honey. Just relax; I’ll take care of everything. You’re going to have a wonderful time, that’s a promise.”

I relaxed and breathed out slowly.

“That’s great. I’m Doctor Nick and I’m going to take care of you today. Joe what does my patient want?”

“An examination, an enema and then a climax, inside and out, pain before and during procedure. Pain is on level 7 and humiliation is on level 8. No penile penetration, no oral and no watersports. Or anything else.” Nurse Joe read off my chart.

“My, my but you are a shy one. Are you sure about the pain level? My shy little patient.” Dr Nick murmured.

I nodded, not looking up.

“The humiliation? Level 8 is pretty extreme.”

I nodded again.

“Okay, we’ll do that then. If you want to stop at any time, you can do so. Remember the word…lipstick.” I looked up, my doctor was waving with his hands, and lipstick was obviously the first word he could think of that I could use.

My doctor then gently helped me up on the bed while Nurse Joe fluffed my pillow. My doctor caressed my leg once and lifted my gown above my knees. I immediately pinched my legs together. My doctor chuckled. I sneaked a glance at him; he took a stethoscope out of his pants – where his cock was! His cock was erect! I felt the pink blush creeping up my face from my neck. Too late I realised I was staring at his bulge, and I was mortified to realise that he knew I was looking.

My eyes followed the stethoscope out of his pants and up his body to his face. He was looking into my eyes and when our eyes met, he gave me a wink and a smile. Doctor Nick and Nurse Joe then pulled my gown right up to chin, exposing my whole body.

To my dismay, my nipples were taught and hard. Dr Nick cupped my right breast and stroked his thumb over my nipple as he listened to my heart which was about to burst. He took the stethoscope off and passed it to Nurse Joe as he cupped my left breast with his other hand. He squeezed them, rubbed my nipples, and then made circles in the flesh with his fingers.

He was giving me a breast exam!

His circles became bigger and slower and he instructed me to lift my arms, which I immediately did. When he was finished, he motioned to Nurse Joe to come to his side of the bed. I watched Nurse Joe wondering nervously if everything was alright with my breasts.

Doctor Nick stuck his hands down Nurse Joe’s scrub pants to where he had a huge bulge. Doctor Nick withdrew a pen light and let Nurse Joe’s pants snap back. The size of the huge bulge remained unchanged and I squirmed in my wetness, pinching my legs together again.

Doctor Nick used the penlight and a tongue suppressor and made me say ‘Aah.’ He told me that everything was fine, including my beautiful breasts. He called my breasts beautiful; I felt the redness creeping up my face again.

‘Leave us alone.” Doctor Nick told Miguel and Nurse Joe.

Miguel looked at me and I nodded and he and Nurse Joe left. I was staring at my doctor’s booties again when I heard the door click softly shut. Shit. What had I just done?

My doctor pulled the visitor’s chair close to the bed and then sat in it.

“Come over here and sit on doctor’s lap Sonia.”

It was somewhere between a request and an order, his voice was husky and low. I was speechless; I was drowning in his voice. It flowed over me like cream over cake.

I slowly moved to him and sat down near his knees. He promptly grabbed me around my waist and turned me so that my back was against his chest.

“Put your feet on my knees Sonia.”

That was not a request and I slowly lifted my legs. He slapped me sharply on my thigh.

“Quickly!” He ordered, and I put my feet on his knees, which were slightly spread.

He pulled my gown back up until it was under my chin.

“Spread your legs Sonia, I want to see your pussy.”

Oh dear god. I spread my legs, they were trembling.

My doctor caressed my breasts with his right hand; he still had his left arm around my waist, keeping my ass firmly on his hard cock.

His hand moved lower and lower still. He was just above my pussy now and my breath was already ragged.

He slipped his finger into my slit, his other fingers quickly followed and he was stroking my pussy, spreading my wetness. I couldn’t look anymore and let my head fall back against his shoulder as I groaned with pleasure.

“Yeah baby, that’s right. Does it feel good?”

I moaned in reply.

“I promise we won’t do anything you don’t want.”

He had found my clit and was gently circling it with a gloved finger. I squirmed and pushed my cunt towards his hand for more.

“Do you like that?” He asked.

“Yes, doctor.” I squealed and writhed under his finger again.

“Is your pussy wet?”

“Yes, doctor.”

“Do you like it when doctor plays with your cunt?”

I nodded vigorously, I could feel my climax getting closer. I pushed my clit onto his finger, my hips were in the air already.

“Don’t stop.” I cried.

He stopped.

“Nooo, doctor please…”

He smacked me hard, right on my pussy. It stung deliciously and I cried out again.

“You’ll come when I give you permission and not before, you filthy little slut.”

He smacked my pussy three times. I lifted my hips again for more because my clit was pulsing to cum now. Doctor Nick must have known this because he pinched my clit tightly between two fingers and it hurt so much it stopped my climax immediately.

I jerked as I doubled up in pain. He pushed me back against his chest and grabbed my nipple and squeezed it painfully. I screamed.

“And this!” He was shouting at me now. I began to cry.

“Who said these nipples could stand up?”

He slapped my breast and then he slapped me on my nipple.

“I’m a filthy little girl doctor! Say it! Say it!” My doctor shouted.

“I-I’m a filthy l-little girl doctor.” I managed to sputter out.

“I like being fucked in all my holes, Sir! Say it!”

“I l-like b-being fucked in all m-my holes, Sir.” I repeated his words through my tears.

“Whose fucking tit is this?” He grabbed and painfully squeezed my breast again.

“Yours. Yours doctor, Sir. Arrrgh.”

He slapped my pussy twice again.

“Who owns this cunt, bitch?”

“You do. You do Master.”

“Aah that’s better. I think I’ve got you right where I want you now.”

His voiced had changed suddenly, he wasn’t shouting anymore. He was quite calm – not gentle and kind. Just calm.

“Nurse!” Doctor Nick yelled.

Nurse Joe must have been right outside the door because he immediately opened the door and then closed it again with a soft click. I realised that he had heard everything and my humiliation doubled.

My doctor removed his gloves with me still sitting against his rock hard cock and Nurse Joe gave him a fresh pair. He pulled them onto his hands and let each one go with a resounding slap. I shivered in fear, my eyes wide in terror and anticipation. As if that wasn’t enough, Nurse Joe did the same thing. He stood in front of me and pulled on a new pair of gloves. He was looking at my pussy as he did so.

“Thermometer.” Doctor Nick ordered.

Nurse Joe reached into the kidney dish behind him. Doctor Nick instructed me to lift my hips while Nurse Joe lubricated the thermometer. Using his gloved hand he pushed my butt cheeks apart and inserted the thermometer with the other.

I gasped. It was ice cold, but not painful. My doctor reached between my legs and started pumping the thermometer in and out of my ass. I can’t say it was nice – I didn’t feel anything.

“Just as I suspected.” Doctor Nick said to Nurse Joe.

“This asshole has been used before.”

He took out the thermometer and plunked it back into the kidney dish then my doctor grabbed my face with his hand and turned it to one side so that he could look at me.

“Tell me Sonia… Have you allowed a man to fuck you in your ass?”

My mouth opened and closed without saying anything. I didn’t know what he wanted to hear. As if he read what I was thinking in my eyes, he tapped my cheek with a finger.

“Tell the truth Sonia.”

“Y-yes doctor. But not a lot.” I hastily added.

My doctor sighed, as if this was a common complaint he heard all the time.

“We’re going to have to wash that dirty asshole of yours; it’s probably becoming infected as we speak. Get on the bed Sonia. Lift her gown Nurse Joe, and separate those legs. We don’t want any infection to spread.”

I did as I was told, in a half-hypnotized trance.

Nurse Joe pushed my legs open and then slightly lifted my ass so that my doctor could administer the enema.

“You see this nozzle patient?”

‘Yes doctor.” It was huge, as thick as a man’s cock and at least nine inches long.

“It pains me to say patient, that I am forced to use this nozzle on your ass. That’s what you let happen to yourself. I would appreciate it in future, if you’re going to take cocks in your asshole, that you make an appointment immediately so that we can clean your nasty asshole properly. Before it gets to this stage again.”

“Yes, doctor.”

I didn’t think about it, I just said it. I was falling deeper and deeper into this magician’s spell. I felt the nozzle push against my asshole which I was squeezing shut.

“Don’t clench patient.”

I tried to relax; it wasn’t enough. The nozzle pressed harder and then my hole couldn’t take the pressure anymore and the nozzle slipped in with a rough push.

“Ouch!” I yelled.

I felt the nozzle being shoved in deeper and deeper, it was very painful, especially when the whole nozzle was in, it was enormous and I felt stretched, but the pain was subsiding slowly. At that moment, I felt hot liquid spraying into me. I moaned and cried and asked the doctor to stop.

I didn’t say the word, so he didn’t stop. I was paining from my ass to my stomach now as I was being filled with fluid. It eventually subsided to a dull ache and I could feel the enema was finished. The nozzle stayed right where it was though. A blessing and a curse, I wanted it out because I needed the toilet desperately, but I wanted it to stay in and keep the fluid in as well.

My eyes were closed so I didn’t see Nurse Joe coming with a second enema.

“Open your eyes patient.” My doctor ordered.

I saw Nurse Joe standing in front of me with the biggest nozzle I have ever seen. The tip was wider than a big cock and it got wider from the tip to the base. It looked like a huge butt-plug with holes at the tip and a large bag of fluid attached to it at the base.

“We’re going to have to clean out that filthy pussy as well. Who knows what’s growing in there. You’re such a filthy pig you’ll probably allow a shit covered cock to violate your pussy. I don’t know what we’re going to do about your mouth, because you’re such a fat, ugly pig – you probably clean cocks covered in shit and pussy juice and who knows what else. Don’t let it happen again. Do you understand me?”

I was crying, tears were streaming down the sides of my face in rivers. I was a terrible patient, a dirty one. I wanted to be clean for my doctor. I wanted him to be proud of me.

Nurse Joe pushed the enema into my cunt and I screamed in pain. He pushed it right in until I felt it push against me deep inside. I screamed and cried and begged them to take it out but they ignored me and I felt hot liquid swishing into my pussy.

When Nurse Joe was finished with his enema I begged and pleaded for them to help me. I felt strong male arms lifting me under my shoulders and within a second I was straddled over a bedpan on the floor. I pushed the nozzles out as I cried in pain and then suddenly they were out and the fluid was pouring out of me everywhere.

Doctor Nick supported me with an arm around one shoulder; he was crooning gentle words into my ears. I stopped crying and let myself go. I fell into that zone where I was so relaxed and satisfied; I could have stayed in that position for hours. Nurse Joe took a green cloth and stuck it between my legs and rubbed it softly against my ass and my pussy. It felt wonderful – they could do to me whatever they wanted. I wanted to be their pet, their slave, their pig…anything they wanted me to be.

When I was clean, they helped me back to the bed. Nurse Joe pushed my nightgown up to my chin again and opened my legs. He bent my legs at the knees so that my feet pushed against each other. Doctor Nick had pulled his mask over his face, so that I could only see his eyes. They looked serious and stern.

“I think this an excellent opportunity for the student doctors. Please go and fetch them Nurse Joe. Tell Mrs Craft I ordered them to come.”

Nurse Joe nodded once and left swiftly.

“Sonia would you like your friend to come back for the last part?”

“What’s going to happen doctor?”

“We’re going to make you climax now. Nothing more.”

“Can I say no? I feel safe with you doctor.”

“Of course you can. I’m flattered by your trust in me Sonia, I promise I will always keep you safe.”

I melted into the bed and my doctor caressed my cheek softly. I loved how he took control of my body.

The door clicked open softly and Nurse Joe was followed in by four more men, all young and all dressed in scrubs. They gathered in a loose circle around the bed, all looking at my naked body. My nipples became taught again and I could feel my clit ache with the need to be rubbed into cumming.

My attention was on the student doctors, all those masks and gloves so I didn’t see Nurse Joe come to the other side of the bed. He laid a cool cloth over my forehead and my eyes. I had to close my eyes. This was so frightening and so exciting at the same time.

“Students, this is a very unique patient. I want you to observe this.”

I felt my hips being lifted and a finger was shoved up my ass.

“We had to use a nine inch nozzle to clean this filthy bitch’s asshole.”

There was a soft murmuring of surprise. I felt hot tears stinging behind my eyes. At the same time, I was being dragged into that soft warm place where I belong, where I am owned, where I am completely safe and my body is controlled by someone else. Where my submissiveness is encouraged and allowed to bloom. Where sometimes, only sometimes, I can even love myself for what I am.

I felt my pussy being spread on either side.

“If you will look here, you will see we cleaned out the pig’s pussy as well. I suspect that at some stage she’ll need cock treatment in that mouth of hers. It is the only solution. Let the patient suck your cock over and over. It is the only way to get those mouths clean again.”

There was a general muttering of ascent. My pussy was getting wet, fast. I could imagine myself sucking Doctor Nick’s cock. I whimpered in delight. Luckily he didn’t hear me.

“Today you can assist me by holding the patient’s hands and keeping those legs open. We are going to make her cum on the outside and then on the inside. I want to bring her to the edge, humiliate her, and then let her have her release. By that time, she should be so aroused that she spurts and that’s what we’re aiming for. A climax so intense that she spurts.”

I whimpered a second time, my pussy was wet now, I was sure of it. I felt a gloved hand take my left hand, whoever it was held my hand tightly against his hard, hot body. The same thing happened with my right hand. The cloth over my eyes was taken off and for a second I saw two student doctors lifting my legs. Then the cloth was replaced with a fresh one and I had to close my eyes again.

My legs were each tucked under a doctor’s arm and tightly held in that position, almost as if my legs were in stirrups. At a command from Doctor Nick they pushed my legs back towards my body and down at the same time, so that my pussy was spread open wide.

“Lubrication.” My doctor ordered.

“Okay here we go.” He said and I held my breath in anticipation.

My doctor started rubbing my clit, at first slowly and in small circles. Suddenly it changed and now he was rubbing side to side vigorously with his whole hand. My breath became ragged and my clit ached and I could feel the heat and the delicious ache spreading all around my pussy and into my cunt. My cunt began to throb with the need to be filled. I was groaning and trying to lift my hips, I was right on the edge.

Doctor Nick stopped and withdrew his hand.

“Noooo…” I cried.

“Are you a whore?” Someone asked.

“Yes doctor.” My lips were quivering, I was going to cry again.

“What do you allow men to put in your ass?” A different voice asked.

“Their cocks doctor.” I could feel the hotness of the shame on my cheeks and I began to cry.

“Do you suck those cocks?” I gave up trying to discern voices.

“Yes doctor.”

“Why?”

“Because I’m filthy doctor.”

“No! Say it properly!” That was Dr Nick shouting.

“Because I’m a filthy little whore Master.”

” What do you allow in your cunt pig?”

“Cocks covered in shit Master.”

“Are you our dog, our bitch?”

“Yes, doctor…”

A single finger began to gently rub my swollen clit.

“Aah… Aah. Please doctor…” I begged.

Just when I thought he was going to ignore me, my doctor used his whole hand to rub my clit hard. He rubbed even harder and faster when I started to squirm and lift and cry out.

‘Don’t sto…Aaaagh.”

He was fucking my clit so hard, it ached and the heat spread and the ache became intense need and then my pussy exploded and I was screaming as my clit pulsated over and over in climax. I was jerking my legs and trying to close them, it was too intense and I didn’t stop screaming. He was still rubbing and I could feel it coming from deep inside.

“Fuck me!” I screamed as my second climax burst and I flinched from Doctor Nick’s touch.

They held me until my breathing had slowed down a bit. Nurse Joe replaced the cloth over my eyes again. I heard latex gloves being pulled onto hands and I heard the snap as my doctor let them snap against his strong wrists.

I knew what was coming but I still winced when I felt two then three fingers roughly pushed into my cunt. There was no soft start here. My doctor began fucking my cunt furiously. I could hear and feel my pussy slam into his hand as he pumped his fingers into me.

The heat began on the inside, more, I wanted more I needed him deep.

“More, please doctor, more.” I shouted.

Then I realised I shouldn’t have because he would stop. But he didn’t. He slowed down and then made a fist and pushed his fist into me.

Oh god it felt good.

‘More…” I cried with a ragged breath.

Doctor Nicked pumped me deep with his fist, he pounded against my pussy and deep inside my cunt. The heat was spreading. Oh yes, please… I begged and cried and screamed. My hips went wild as they pumped back into my doctor’s fist.

He fisted me faster and faster and the ache in my cunt spread all the way to the outside where it burst and as I screamed that I was cumming, it felt like I was peeing at the same time.

My doctor pumped me until my climax was mostly over and all that was left was the throbbing of satisfaction. I felt him take his hand out. I nearly burst into tears again. I wanted him to fist me and fuck me forever. He was my master, my everything.

Nurse Joe removed the cloth and I was surprised to find my doctor grinning down at me. His mask was hanging under his chin and his bonnet was wet with perspiration. It looked as if he was proud of me, I must have been mistaken.

“Well done, sweet heart.” He said.

He was proud. He told the students to let go of me and he helped me to sit up with my legs open.

“Look what you did honey.”

Fuck, I did pee. There was a huge puddle on the blue sheet. I shook my head in shame. My doctor lifted my chin and looked into my eyes.

“You spurted honey. It’s not pee. You spurted right past my fist. I am very proud of you.”

His words were like angels singing. He was proud of me, I couldn’t believe it. I was so proud that I blushed.

“Am I going to see you again Sonia?” He asked looking serious again.

“Yes Doctor, you definitely will.” I was sure of that.

“That’s great honey, Joe and I look forward to it. You were a star. You can dress now. Your friend is in reception waiting for you.” He kissed me a long, lingering kiss.

Not with his tongue, just with his lips. It was beautiful. Too soon he stepped back and said goodbye and left the room.

“Are you okay? Can you stand?” Nurse Joe asked.

I assured him with a bright smile that I was fine. And it was true. He left with a goodbye wave and I got dressed on shaky legs.

I found Miguel where they said they had put him.

“You’re glowing.” He said.

“I am?” I asked smiling.

“It went well?” Miguel was smiling in response.

I grabbed his hand and squeezed it.

“It went very well.” I said blushing.

We were almost at his car. I jumped into the air and punched the sky.

“Look at me Miguel.” I cried.

“I’m flying.”

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Washed Out

by sevenofspades

Rachel went to sleep that night almost exactly as she would on any other Friday, tired after a big week and looking forward to a lie-in the next morning. The only difference was that she knew her boyfriend was planning to come over for the first time in ages the next day, so she had done a little prep. She hadn’t gotten herself off, not properly, but she had put a water-resistant sheet on her bed and fallen asleep wearing a small butt plug. Matt liked things messy. She didn’t want to have to pause or ruin the mood once he finally got here. Usually she went to bed naked, but this time she wore a pair of panties because she didn’t like leaving the plug exposed.

She slept exceptionally well.

On Saturday morning, Rachel awoke to Matt already on the bed with her, fully clothed. He must have used a spare key to get in. She rubbed the sleep out of her eyes and reached up to him joyfully.

“Morning! You’re here earlier than I thought. I love you.”

“Mm, good to see you too, Rachel,” said Matt, hugging her. Rachel moved to sit up properly on the side of the bed – and couldn’t. Her feet were cuffed to end of the wide bed. The cords they were on had plenty of slack, but not so much that she could bring her feet together or swing them off the bed.

“You asked for something interesting today, so I thought I’d get started, like we talked about a couple weeks ago. I’m going to give you an enema. You seem prepared for it already.”

“Will it hurt?” asked Rachel.

“It can, if you want it to. I was hoping for quite a big one.”

“Yes,” said Rachel, drawing out the “s” between her teeth. Her butt clenched around the plug it already held. “Give me a challenge.”

“As you wish,” said Matt. He smiled down at her, then nudged her down onto the bed where she grinned back at him. “Close your eyes. You can talk if you want, but I might gag you if you become uncooperative.”

His first order of business was to cuff her hands to the headboard so she was loosely spread-eagled on the bed. He gave her a small object to hold in her right fist.

“This is a buzzer. You can press the end with your thumb to make it go off. Use a long buzz for “stop completely” and a couple short ones for “let’s talk about it”.”

Rachel pressed the buzzer a few times, then nodded happily at Matt, eyes still shut. “I’m good. Let’s go.”

“That’s my girl. Here, have a drink,” he said, holding a glass of water to her lips that had been on her dresser. She often got thirsty during the night and it was already half empty. She lifted her head and emptied the glass greedily.

Matt put the glass aside, shortened the cords securing Rachel’s limbs, and drew her panties down to between her ankles so they pulled her feet together constantly against the pressure of the cords. Then he stuffed a pillow under her butt to make her anus easier to access. The little blue plug stood out nicely and he spent a moment admiring it. He buckled dog collars around the bottom of her thighs and tied those to the sides of the bedframe, so her knees were widely and permanently splayed. Rachel was still very relaxed, moving where he pushed her and barely testing the restraints at all.

Matt took a few minutes just to feast his eyes and hands on his girlfriend’s beautiful body, breasts gorgeous even when she lay on her back like this, stomach flat and thighs creamy white. He ran his hands over her legs then up to her breasts, which he gathered and squeezed in his palms. Rachel huffed a laugh. His hands then wandered down and began to knead her stomach, pressing quite hard at times.

“Stop doing that so low, that’s my bladder. You’re gonna make me pee,” said Rachel.

“It’ll work out badly for you if you do,” replied Matt. He jabbed her in the stomach one last time, then rolled off the bed to get some equipment. The first thing he used was nothing special: an ordinary water bottle, one of half a dozen small ones he had brought. “Drink this,” he said, popping the cap ready for her use.

Rachel realised where he was going with all this water and sucked it down quickly, pausing only to breathe, though she couldn’t down it as fast as the glass of water since she wasn’t so thirsty any more. Matt nodded to himself. “Keep it up, you’re doing well. But this is the easy part,” he told her. She was already slipping into submission and didn’t reply.

Matt dribbled the last of the water down her torso and rubbed it around on her skin. It didn’t make for great massage oil, but the temperature shock made her shiver pleasingly. He sat back and put the empty bottle away under the bed, then reached for a two-litre enema bag already full of lukewarm water. He paused.

“If you can’t keep your eyes shut for this then I’ll blindfold you. Do you want me to do that now?” he asked.

Rachel hummed softly. “Blindfold me,” she said.

“Here it comes,” said Matt, slipping an elasticated blindfold over her head. Rachel went slightly slack at that, but her breathing picked up. Matt readied the stand for the enema bag and hung it up, then picked up the second enema bag he had brought and laid it on Rachel’s stomach. “Do you feel the weight of this? That’s what’s gonna be inside you,” he said, poking it and making it slosh about. “You’re just a bag that needs cleaning out.” Then he put that bag on the floor so he could concentrate on getting started.

He wiggled her butt plug just to get a feel for its size, delighting in how it made her squirm in her restraints. Squirting some lube on his hand, he pulled the plug out and quickly felt around inside her with a couple fingers to test her muscles. The overnight plug had left her easily open to a small invasion, though something wide would take more work. The enema nozzle was quite narrow, however, so he knew he was good to go.

He pulled his fingers out and used them to handle the enema nozzle, getting it nice and slick. Then he stuck it into her without preamble. She giggled a bit at the sensation.

“You won’t be laughing soon, bitch,” Matt said, but he tempered his words with a gentle stroke of her thigh. Leaving the nozzle in her with nothing flowing yet, he got off the bed and brought another bottle of water to Rachel’s lips. This time, she pursed her lips and tried to duck her head away, but he chased them with the bottle and soon stuck it between her teeth, after which she became docile and drank it. He put the bottle away and returned to kneeling by her side, hand on the enema valve.

He opened the valve quite slowly. He wanted this experience to last, and he knew he needed to build up to the level of pain he was hoping to cause. Less than a cupful of water went into Rachel before he shut it off.

“Is that all?” Rachel asked. She had to know it wouldn’t be; she was goading him on. At this stage, she could barely feel it.

“I’m the one in charge here, bitch. Don’t back-talk me.” She responded by attempting to spit at him, though because she was on her back, it was really more of a dribble. “Oh dear, oh dear,” Matt said. “We’ll have to replace what you just lost.”

He fetched a third water bottle, then readied the enema valve too. “This time the valve stays open until you finish drinking. So really, it’s your fault if it’s too much for you.” He opened the valve just as Rachel hastily opened her mouth, knowing from experience that if she took on too much at once anally then it would make her cramp. This bottle was emptied faster than the first one had been, though Rachel looked distinctly unhappy afterwards. Still, Matt dutifully shut off the valve and gave her some time to rest. She had taken on just over half a litre of water from the enema and she could definitely feel it now. Aside from anything else, that plus all she had drunk was pressing on her bladder.

“I need to pee,” complained Rachel. “I haven’t gone at all today.”

“That was foolish of you,” Matt replied. “You’re not getting up. I’m sure you can hold it for a while yet; you’re not even tense.” He pinched her stomach and thighs hard, grabbing and shaking the skin. It was the first pain he had caused her today.

“No, it hurts,” she said. But she didn’t press the buzzer. Matt said nothing, just fetched the spider gag he had prepared for this.

“Open wide,” he said. Even as she opened her mouth to object, he forced the gag between her teeth, and she bit down around it. He strapped it in place, disloding her flimsy blindfold in the process. “You can look at me now,” he said. “The bag is on your left. I want you to know how far you have to go. I want to see you cry.”

Rachel blinked up at him and made a noise of fear in her throat. He patted her on the cheek – harshly, bordering on slapping – and returned to the enema. He opened the valve wider than he had yet so she took on nearly half a litre more in much less time than previously. She was now halfway through the first bag.

“Look at you. You’re doing so well for such a stupid, dirty slut,” he said. Her stomach wasn’t yet showing as inflated but by pressing on it, he could hear water sloshing around in her stomach and colon. She moaned in discomfort. This time, when he pressed above her bladder a trickle of urine escaped from her.

“Look what you’ve done, idiot,” Matt said. His tone was always calm and even, in contrast to his words. “We can’t have that.” He reached for a fourth bottle of water. With the gag in her mouth she couldn’t suck at the cap, so he held the bottle above her mouth and squirted water down her throat, gripping her jaw to keep her head in place.

Rachel coughed and sputtered at first but had no choice except to swallow the water. Slowly, she choked it all down, eyes squeezing shut with effort whenever Matt let forth another stream of water.

“Be glad it’s just water,” said Matt, putting the empty bottle away. Rachel nodded vigorously, then stopped and slumped because that much motion made her body shake and her insides hurt. Because of that, she didn’t see the next tool coming.

Matt started to run the spur up and down her thighs, lightly at first, then deep enough that the teeth of the tiny cog left marks on her pure smooth thighs. He trailed it over her stomach next but didn’t go too hard there; he wanted to introduce her to the sensation without spoiling her for later. Soon he put the spur away and deemed it time for the next dose.

He opened the enema valve to a low setting and just left it running, filling her slowly but surely with the remaining litre of water from the bag. While that was going on he finally started to pay attention to her genitals, massaging around them then tickling the clit itself. Her knees strained against their cords as her legs tried to come together to provide more friction. He pinched her clitoral hood and pulled at it. Again, a few drops of urine leaked from her vulva.

“Silly girl,” he said, trailing his fingers in the pee and spreading it on her thighs. He teased the entrance to her vagina, also leaking fluid, but didn’t satisfy her by going in yet. Instead, he brought his fingers up to her mouth. “Clean them,” he ordered.

Rachel’s tongue lapped at his fingers as they poked through the spider gag. She had her eyes on the nearly-empty enema bag and she didn’t know what was coming next, but she was pretty sure it would be best if she complied. Matt didn’t seem like he was rushing to finish.

Finally, the bag was empty, and Matt sat back and admired his work. With two litres of water up her ass plus more than a litre down her throat, his girlfriend’s usually flat, taught belly was starting to swell. He ran his hands over her stomach and sides, first a brush so light it almost tickled, then firmer so he could really feel the water inside her. He grabbed her sides and dug his thumbs into her stomach, making her shout in pain.

“Don’t get too excited, dear,” he said. “We’re just getting started.” Rachel’s eyes widened in fear and anticipation, her breathing fast and irregular. Some drool leaked from around the gag.

Matt got up from the bed and went to sit by her head, pulling out his phone and just browsing the web. He left her to stew like that for a full ten minutes, feeling up her head, neck, and chest whenver he pleased but otherwise ignoring her completely. It made her furious. She so wanted him to touch her that she was practically butting her head into his hand whenever it came close, but that just made him draw away. She was also increasingly desperate to pee and her abdomen was cramping because of the enema. Her whole body was tensed and she couldn’t find any comfortable position to lie in, no matter how much she writhed in the restraints.

“Break’s over,” Matt finally announced. She glared at him and he just smiled back. Then he unhooked the empty enema bag from its stand and replaced it with the second one, still full to bursting. He connected it to the nozzle still inside her.

Rachel made a long, low noise of protest when she saw what he intended. She couldn’t possibly take more. He couldn’t mean it. But he did, and deep down, she knew it.

“I’ll be nice and let you choose how we begin,” Matt said. “I have two more bottles of water that you’re going to drink by the time this is over. Grunt once to start on the bag, twice to start on a bottle.” Of course, Rachel didn’t want either of them, but she decided the bottle might bring less immediate pain. She grunted twice.

“Pig,” said Matt. He picked up another bottle and let it drip into her mouth. “Here we go.” He rested a hand on her throat as she drank, checking that she really was swallowing. When the bottle was done, she shook her head in discomfort, and he slapped her breast. “None of that,” he said. “You’ll take what you’re given. You want it, slut.” She gave another moan of protest, but when Matt made his way down to her vagina and ass again, he saw that she was dripping more discharge than ever before. He began to finger her as he opened the valve quite wide to start the new enema. He didn’t go deep or fast, just enough to get her even more frustrated than before.

A third of the way through the bag, which didn’t take very long at all, he shut off the valve and let Rachel rest again, not touching her. He had been semi-hard through most of the process but her desperation was getting to him and he had lost his erection because he needed to piss.

“You’re taking up so much of my time, bitch. At least make yourself useful,” Matt said. He pulled his cock out of his trousers and aimed it at Rachel’s rounded stomach. She trembled to see him kneeling over her. After a moment where he checked that she wasn’t about to press the buzzer to stop, he let loose a stream of piss onto her belly button, but then moved up her body. Her breasts got a quick spray but he finished off in her mouth, straight in the open spider gag and down her throat. “Swallow, you useless slut,” he said. Her eyes filled with tears that began to fall onto the pillow beneath her head, but she did.

“You should be glad I just pissed in you because otherwise I would fill you up with even more for crying,” Matt said as he sat down by her hip again. “I mean, I’ll fill you as much as I want anyway, but just think how good you have it. The last bottle can wait a bit.”

Unfortunately, hearing and seeing and feeling Matt piss had just made Rachel’s own need a lot worse. Her breaks had been less and less restful as she had got more and more full, and finally she couldn’t take it. She shut her eyes and squirmed one last time, cried because she knew she would be punished, and then felt her overstretched insides let go as a torrent of pee shot from her.

Matt plastered his palm on her vulva to try to stem the flow, hooking a finger into her vagina too just because he could, but it was no good. His hand and the surrounding sheets simply got soaked. He watched her belly deflate slightly as she came to the end of what was in her bladder, then sighed in disappointment. “And you were doing so well,” he said. “I’ll have to reconsider that last bottle. Clearly you need it now. Do you have anything to say for yourself?” He unbuckled the spider gag and pulled it free of her mouth.

Rachel’s aching jaw worked a few times before she could speak. “No… no… please… I’m sorry,” she managed.

“My dear, you might think you’re sorry, but you’re really not. If you were sorry, you wouldn’t have done it in the first place.”

“I’m sorry, I couldn’t help it,” Rachel said, still shaking. Her bladder was relieved but the rest of her body was more tense than it had ever been.

“That’s okay,” said Matt. Rachel looked up at him in surprise and hope before he continued. “We’ll just do some more things where you really can’t help it.” Rachel shut her eyes and looked away, knowing she would not get off lightly.

Matt readied the last bottle of water, taking off the cap completely. It was bigger than the others had been; he had been saving it for after she peed. “Face me, bitch,” he said. Reluctantly, Rachel did. “Youre going to want to take a deep breath, because you will not be able to breathe until you finish this.” He stuck a funnel in her mouth and held it in place, and her lips automatically closed around it. “Are you ready?”

She gave the tiniest of nods. Then he upended the bottle over the funnel, water quickly swirling down. She swallowed desperately with her throat gurgling like mad. When the bottle was empty but she was still swallowing from the funnel, Matt put his hand on her neck to feel every motion, then as she reached the end he started to squeeze. It takes a lot of pressure to stop someone breathing but it doesn’t take much at all to make someone afraid that you will, and that’s what he aimed for. By the time he took his hand away, Rachel was full-on crying, and he revelled in what this girl let him do to her.

He gave her a minute to calm down, admiring the renewed swell of her stomach despite the water she had lost. Without warning, he then opened the enema valve full throttle and started pressing on her stomach at the same time. Rachel screamed in pain at the sudden extreme pressure on top of her existing cramps. She tried to keep her noises to whimpers, but screamed again when he stabbed a new spot with his hand.

Enema still going, Matt got up and stood by the bed, then lifted one foot to be on Rachel’s stomach. He carefully put some of his weight on her that way, grinding his heel into her skin briefly. She yelled at him to stop, but she didn’t buzz, so instead he lifted the emptying enema bag and began to squeeze it in his hands to make it go faster. He felt water fill her beneath his foot as she continued to scream and cry, cramps growing unbearable.

Then it was over. The second and final bag was empty, all the bottles had been drunk, and the enema nozzle was almost being forced from his girlfriend’s body because she was so full. This was far beyond what an enema was meant to do, but he didn’t care, and Rachel had agreed to test her limits. Her belly was bulging, skin nearly transluscent because it was stretched so much.

His first order of business with his bursting girlfriend was to swap the enema nozzle for a fresh butt plug to keep her full. The body of the plug was not particularly large but the base was, and he hoped that would prevent leaks. For good measure, it came with straps that went around her waist and crotch. He had chosen it because the two crotch straps meant they could go either side of her labia and grant him full access while she wore it, instead of there being a single strap that would block off her clit and vagina. He secured these now and put special effort into the waist strap, pulling it painfully tight against her swollen stomach.

Rachel’s cries had subsided and she realised that her ordeal wasn’t over yet. She watched Matt in trepidation as he pulled out the spur once again. This time, he went straight to her stomach and rolled it hard on her skin including right over her tender bellybutton. She whimpered and jerked but he ignored her. All that changed was he started to finger her clit, forcing her to associate the pain arousal and the only way she would get off. He experimented with running the spur over her breasts, but soon went back to torturing her stomach.

When he grew bored of making patterns on her skin, he put the spur down and moved to more hands-on methods. He took hold of her torso, lifting some of her weight off the bed, and rolled her whole body side to side as much as the restraints allowed, listening to the slosh of water inside her. Then he returned a hand to her clit as he started slapping her stomach and breasts sharply with his other hand, each sting leaving her moaning.

“Do you want me to stop?” he asked her.

“Yes. No! I don’t know. I can’t take it any more,” Rachel choked out amidst her cries.

“I’ll let the water out when you come,” Matt said. “It’s your job to come. If you can’t do it like this, then you won’t get to for days and days and days, and all this cleaning will have been for nothing.” He gave her stomach one final hard pinch, then turned away from her briefly to pull out his final trick.

The bullet vibrator shoved up her vagina was what her body finally needed for release. Rachel cried out as she came, her whole body shaking and thrashing. Some pee squirted from her urethra and some water even leaked out around the butt plug as she had the biggest orgasm she had ever had. Matt stayed with her through it, turning the vibrator off but still stimulating her clitoris, then undid all the restraints and cradled her.

“Shhh, baby. You’ve done so well. Do you want me to take the plug out now?”

Rachel just breathed for a while, too spent and limp to speak. Matt gently stroked his own still-hard cock, and she moved a hand towards it but couldn’t muster up the strength to help him out just yet.

“Actually,” she said softly, “I don’t need to just yet. I can stay like this for a while. It’s the comfortable kind of uncomfortable.”

Matt laid a hand on her side and belly with all the tenderness in the world. “That’s my girl,” he smiled.

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Seven Days of Service – Epilogue

by Hatsuda

Monday morning, and I was into three cups of coffee already after a sleepless night. My office was just beginning to awaken with the sounds and sights of business activity. I was acutely aware that I was not focused on the work at hand, and tried to shake off my funk by calling a 9:00 a.m. project meeting, hoping that I could immerse myself in some meaningless details.

Fortunately, my senior project lead, Barbara, had her shit together and managed to turn the meeting into something that actually accomplished some substantial goals. I was beginning to see that the rest of my day was going to be a wash, until Sybil slipped into my office at about 9:55 a.m., informing me that I was invited to attend a meeting with Cathy and her crew at 10:00 a.m.

Bittersweet ending, that’s all I could think of right now, but I did want to see her again, even if it was on neutral territory. This was all according to our previous discussions of course, so I wasn’t reading anything into the invitation. I did, however, take a seat at the back of the conference room so I wouldn’t become a victim of my own vivid memories. Trying to adjust my trousers to hide an erection in front of eleven professionals was not my idea of a successful technical meeting.

Even though this conference room wasn’t that big, Cathy looked over at me with a brief frown on her face, but introduced me to her team nonetheless. I suspected that she’d wanted me to join her at the front of the table, but I didn’t want to be the 800 pound gorilla in the room as she tried to get her team off the ground.

As we’d done in our staff meetings last week, Cathy set out the ground rules for brainstorming then opened the floor up for discussion. After an uncertain, hesitant start, the team slowly began throwing ideas around, nixing some, embracing others. Revisions ran rampant for a while, and still, Cathy sat patiently taking notes, making changes, adjustments, erasing and actually smiling at the good-natured bantering taking place within her team. Finally, things ran down, and the team began to stall.

Cathy cleared her throat, stood up and presented a wonderful composite of the discussions that had taken place during the meeting—by her teammates. From where I sat, it was a slam-dunk. She had virtually mastered the ‘listen; file; edit; analyze and present’ system of meeting management in just one week. Moreover, as I looked around at the faces of her staff, I saw nothing but grins and smiles. For some reason or another, I really felt proud of her at that moment.

As I quietly slipped out to give her some space with her group, I couldn’t help but notice that she didn’t have her collar on and the thought left a tight knot in my stomach. Dammit, I knew that the service period was over and I knew she shouldn’t be wearing it anymore, but the raw fact of seeing the proof that it was all over, was too much. I took the rest of the afternoon off.

The rest of my week represented a major readjustment for me, not so much at work, but at home. Returning to that empty house every night, fixing a ham and cheese sandwich for dinner, cranking out 50 laps in the pool, then sitting in front of the TV set, and pounding down a couple of beers became my new routine. I thought that my life couldn’t get much worse after my divorce years ago, but I was finding out that it could.

By the time the week rolled by, Barbara had our project by the balls and the team was humming like a finely tuned engine. I was beginning to feel like a spectator in the group, so I decided it was time to get my ass back out on the street and find some more business. My first stop this time, was the Harbor Bar and Hattie.

It was Friday about 3:00 p.m., and damned if Robert wasn’t there already warming up for the weekend. Hattie had me topped off by the time I made it up to the bar, as usual, and Robert slid in next to me.

Slapping me on the back, he told me that his committee had approved the proposal that Cathy had presented them earlier in the week, and he’d given her the contract this morning around 11:30 a.m. He mentioned that the committee was most impressed by the thoroughness of the documentation she’d presented. I felt a sudden surge of pride in her work, although I could hardly take credit for all of it.

Then, dropping his head close to mine, he asked me, under his breath, “Scott, just what kind of hold do you have over Cathy?” Taken a bit by surprise, I asked him what he meant by that. He just chuckled and said, “Well, I was going to give her one more chance to join me for dinner tonight, but she got a little testy with me, stating that she belonged only to you and that she’d be with you this evening. I didn’t see her here with you, so I thought I’d check up and make sure that you two were still an item.”

A little confused, I stuttered out, “Well, yeah. Cathy and I are in somewhat of an exclusive relationship. I’m just out doing some sales work right now.” I was wondering if Cathy was just using me as an excuse to turn Robert down without insulting him directly, or that perhaps there might be something more in what he’d told me.

Whatever was going on, I was suddenly acutely aware of the time at the moment, and as Robert rambled on about this and that—I couldn’t concentrate on what he was saying right now—I began to plot my escape from the bar, and my return home before the bewitching hour of 6:00 p.m.

I was reasonably sure that I’d be spending yet another night alone, wrapped up in my ham and cheese sandwich and a few beers, but worst case, I’d still end up with my memories of her during this last week. If nothing else, my right hand was still a fairly serviceable substitute for my pet—albeit a piss-poor substitute—and if my future was as predictable as it seemed, I should probably get used to it again.

As she floated up and down the bar, Hattie had been watching me, and with her female ‘super-sense’ in high gear, rescued me from an already well-lubricated Robert. Reminding me of a ‘bogus’ appointment that I was due at this evening, she broke me loose from the bar and sent me on my way.

Pulling into my driveway, all I could see was the same lonely house that I’d been returning to for the past few years, up until last week. Now the scenery had returned to that time, the memories of last week making the sight even more painful. I really wanted something magical to happen, to return me to the past week, to start it all over again.

Almost by habit, I showered quickly, slipped on my t-shirt and shorts, and returned to the living room to face yet another lonely night at home. This would also be the first weekend since the end of the service week I’d be spending alone—depressing thought.

I was just about to get up to go to the kitchen for a beer, when my doorbell rang. Startled, I wandered over to the front door, and cracked it open. What I saw stunned me, and I could only stare as Cathy entered my house and casually strode towards my kitchen, removing her clothing as she went. Her velvet collar was back in place and it now occurred to me that I’d lost track of it after I’d presented her with the silver substitute that last Sunday at the Harbor Bar.

As if no change had taken place over the past week, she quickly took charge of the kitchen, beginning to put together a meal for her and me. I was once again under her spell as my cock began to swell at the sight of her beautiful naked ass and legs—swelling no doubt in hopeful anticipation for the evening activities to come. Was this just the result of wishful thinking?

Making my way slowly to the dining room table, I took a seat and wondered what had taken place to change our ‘rules of engagement’ as it were. What was I supposed to think about her showing up here, now? The game was officially over and she’d gained a tremendous amount of respect for holding up her side of the contest and for landing another fairly large account during that week, although she’d tried to give me complete credit for it.

Sitting silently across from me, she shot me furtive glances from time to time during our meal. I tried to guess what was going through her mind right now, but her beautiful body began to short-circuit my ability to think logically. Every now and then, when she reached across the table for one thing or another, I noticed her hand trembling, as though uncertain herself about our current situation.

Once the meal was completed, she quickly began to clean the table, moving all of the dirty dishes and such into the kitchen as I retired to the living room once more. I had moved the instruments that I’d obtained during the week of service back into the living room, thinking to pack them up and get them out of my sight—not needing that very physical reminder of the ‘week that was.’

Within a very few minutes, I was greeted once again by a beautifully naked Cathy, stepping up to me with a couple of brews in her hands. Offering me one, she set hers down on the end table, put her hands behind her back, and spread her legs before me. As if controlled by an addiction, I reached out slowly, automatically, and ran my fingers through her very wet sex; her aroma, her texture, everything about her conspiring to make my judgment a little fuzzy.

As I fondled her pussy, she watched me carefully, lips trembling, with what appeared to be a look of uncertainty in her eyes. I wondered if she saw that same look of uncertainty in mine as I cleaned my fingers of her nectar with my tongue. I put down my beer.

“Cathy,” I began, but she interrupted me.

“Please don’t turn me away, Sir,” she implored. “Please . . . ”

If this was just a tease, I wanted it out in the open quickly, so I challenged her. “Cathy, do you still remember your ‘safe’ words?”

Bowing her head, she whispered, “Yes, Sir.”

I went on, “Do you still trust me?”

Again, she whispered, “Yes, Sir.”

“Cathy, you realize that if you continue this relationship with me, I’ll continue to humiliate you and cause you the torment I did during your service week, don’t you?”

As she pondered her answer, I saw tears dropping onto her breasts, and I thought that she’d surely reconsider her decision to be here with me tonight. Instead, she said, “Yes, Sir. I belong to you now-entirely.”

This was too good to be true, I thought. My heart was pounding in my chest so loud I thought for sure she could hear it. My next test for her would be a little out of our box, but it would take our relationship to a slightly higher level.

“Cathy, I need to taste you again.” I told her. This time I leaned back into the couch, and waited to see what she’d do. Puzzled, she waited for me to collect my sweet dessert as usual, but seeing that I wasn’t making a move, she tentatively slid one hand down to her pussy and began pressing her fingers through her cunt, making them damp with her juices. As she extended her hand to me, I simply said, “More.”

Frowning a bit, she dropped her hand into her sex once more and began to slide her fingers through her thoroughly lubricated pussy lips, gasping as she touched sensitive parts of herself. I could see that she was beginning to really get aroused by what she was doing now, and I encouraged her by simply saying, “More.”

Soon, she was actively masturbating, trying to bring herself past the point of her sexual arousal, trying to bring herself to completion. The sight of her pleasuring her own body was so erotic, that without touching myself, I felt that I would soon join her in consummation. She caressed, pinched, stroked and penetrated herself with her fingers, providing me with “Pleasing Cathy—101” lessons for future reference. Things were looking up for my future with Ms. Stretch.

I overestimated my strength in resisting the lure of Cathy’s sexuality and I succumbed to my lust at last. Grabbing her around the waist, I turned her back onto the couch and lifting her knees back into her chest, I plunged my face into her pussy, breaking her own hold on her pleasure. Drinking deeply of her essence, I used my tongue to reach every part of her cunt that I could reach, wondering at the marvelous circumstances that had brought her back to me.

She had gotten much closer to her release than I’d anticipated and before I could take full advantage of my position between her legs, she suddenly grabbed the sides of my head, pulling me firmly into her pussy, so hard that I could barely breathe as she convulsed through her orgasm. I didn’t care. I was back where I belonged—with my pet.

Finally, I broke loose from her and stood up. Standing in front of her now, my cock was painfully jammed against the front of my shorts, a condition that didn’t escape Cathy’s attention. Quickly kneeling in front of me, she looked up at my face and asked, “Sir, may I take care of that for you? Please?”

All I could do was nod my head.

As my lovely pet was servicing my itch, I continued to admire her beauty, marveling at the fact that she’d given me the gift of herself in this way. Watching her run her tongue around my cock and balls, almost reverently, was the sexual electricity fueling the run to my own climax. Almost on cue, she began her little head bobble, tripping the switch that took me over the edge; pumping long, throbbing strings of semen into her talented mouth!

After an exhaustive evening of tending to each other’s needs, the time came for Cathy to return to her apartment. As she dressed for departure, I gave her one more order. “Cathy,” I said.

Turning to me she replied, “Yes, Sir?”

“Pack your bags and return tomorrow morning. From now on, this is going to be your home.”

She simply stopped at the door and stared at me. Once again, I thought I’d fucked up—taken too much for granted. This was a huge leap in our relationship, but I definitely didn’t want to wonder where our future was going much longer—it was taking too much out of me. I already knew that she was looking for another place to stay and very soon.

Her shoulders slumped and the tears once again began flowing from her eyes. Finally looking up at me, she asked, “Can you help me?”

Confused, I told her, “Of course, just call me when you’re ready.”

“No,” she said. “Now . . . ” Still confused, I just stared at her. “I…I have some stuff in my car,” she continued. Her eyes were pleading with me now and it finally dawned on me that she’d somehow anticipated my order. There was some ‘moving in’ ready to do right now.

I should have been pissed at her presumption, but right now all I could think about was getting her firmly stuck in my web as quickly as possible. Sure enough, she’d packed enough stuff already to establish a good level of permanency in my home. I wasn’t about to complain, as this was my goal as well.

* * * Epilogue * * *

At work, there was some mumbling about ‘fraternization’ among managers, but the end result was; yep, but they don’t work for each other, so stand back and don’t screw with this team!

And yes, Arthur and Sonia did become an item—I guess that weekend barbeque did make an impression on those two. Bravo!

Barbara, well . . . Barbara. She ended up with my job. Sharp as a tack that one. I wouldn’t have given it up for anyone else.

Me? I ended up with Wade’s job. I’m now the director of the division, much to my surprise.

Cathy? It seemed that one of the directors from the 3rd floor was failing fast, so Cathy was nominated as a logical replacement and has filled in beyond expectations.

The end result-Cathy and I are still competitors—fierce competitors! I will win—sometimes, and she will win—sometimes. And we’re both good with that.

Oh yeah, I DID finally give her the ring, and the date is set for August. And yes, her father is proud of his wonderful daughter. We are an item now; an exclusive item-and together, we form a ‘whole’; the Yin and the Yang. Hattie was right; this game is way too addictive. This trap had hooks at both ends!

And Wade, the little asshole-it seems that his degree was actually in Clinical Psychology, and that his dad had brought him on board to solve a problem he had between two superior sales managers! If he ever writes a paper based on this experience, I’ll . . . well, I don’t know what I’ll do, but right now I’m really happy about where I ended up with Cathy.

And where does that leave me? I have some of the most wonderful meals that I’ve ever had in my life nearly every night, and I have no excess pent-up energy bothering me when I get up in the mornings, at least for long. My life has balance, and I’m happier than I’ve ever been in my life. And my life partner? She’s expressed no complaints or disappointment in my treatment of her, and if I play my cards right, she never will.

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If Found…

by AlexMakin

She had to be crazy. Absolutely crazy to do something like this. It was dangerous. It was foolish and obscene. But the very thought made her heart race. She felt alive and sexy and spontaneous, like she hadn’t felt in years. She had to do it, and quickly, before her better judgment sealed her back into the dungeon of a stagnant marriage.

All because the roof needed new shingles. That was her chance, perhaps the last she’d have for years. She called and set up a time with him, the man she coveted so dearly, and he came that Friday leading a three-man crew. His was the most handsome face she’d ever seen. He was broad, chiseled from his line of work. He towered as he stood before her, short brown hair matching his eyes. When she got home from work she brought a pitcher of water to them. Even the September sun could beat down, and from the moment he used his shirt to dab sweat from his face, she knew. She knew it was time to resurrect an old fantasy, and she wanted him there with her.

Of course, none of that made it any less crazy.

Some rotted plywood put them behind schedule, and they had to put off installing the new shingles. They had other appointments to keep. He said he’d come by himself on Saturday to finish the job. She said that was perfect. The perfect chance. She resolved to put her fantasy into action.

Claire rose early that morning and ate a full breakfast. She took a long shower, reveling in the hot water streaming down her lithe body, washing the soap off her tender skin. She shaved her legs and pussy, save a small strip which ran right up the middle. After patting herself with the towel, she blow-dried her long auburn hair and then strolled, naked, to the sun-drenched kitchen of her home. On the table she placed a sealed envelope in plain sight and then walked over to a door. Opening it into darkness, Claire pressed a small red dot on the wall and the garage began to open, revealing a palate of boxed shingles that the roofer had placed there yesterday. Then she walked into the living room, where she a large trunk already waited on the floor.

Opening it, Claire revealed a secret collection of sordid items, and placed them on the table. Her heart pounded in her chest as she neatly arranged bundles of rope, straps, chains, and toys, knowing that each and every one might be used before the day was over. Thoughts of them excited and scared her, but none so much as the thought of piling it all back into the trunk, grabbing the envelope, and pretending she’d never thought up this outrageous plan. Angels and demons battled over her will. The demons won.

Briskly, Claire grabbed a bundle of rope and headed stairs. The living room ceiling opened up to a wooden banister for the second floor den. Claire kneeled before one of the central, stronger posts. After tying a small loop in the rope, too small for her hand to fit through, she fed a carefully measured length of rope over the ledge and tied the rest to the banister.

Back downstairs, a single strand of white rope now dangled above Claire’s head as she gathered the rest of the items she needed. Ankle cuffs soon adorned her feet and she fed the open ends of a pair of handcuffs through the loop of rope above her. She then grabbed the last three items she needed and sat on the floor before the rope.

First was a metal bar about thirty inches long. Claire spread her legs on the white carpet and linked each end of the bar to her ankle cuffs. She then struggled to her feet and, balancing awkwardly, picked up the other two items. First she pressed the large leather blindfold over her eyes. Tying it tight pressed thick foam pads against her eyelids, preventing her from opening them. Her world became pitch black.

Next came a harness gag, black straps with a deep red silicone ball. Nervous exhales fogged the surface as she held it to her lips. Claire refused to hesitate, and pressed the large orb between her teeth. She’d bought this ball precisely because it tested her, because she’d never look forward to wearing it. She wanted something that made her feel helpless, and tugged at the strap behind her neck until the it bit into her cheeks and stretched her lips, fought the chin strap until the ball smothered her tongue, and tightened the other strap over her the top of her head until her jaw gripped it like a vise. Her voice was reduced to incoherent moans, just like she hoped.

Blindly, Claire reached up and found the cuffs dangling above her. She could undo everything up to this point. She could take it all back. But once those cuffs clicked into place, her fate would no longer be her own. The feel of cold steel electrified her, and Claire took the plunge. The handcuffs clicked.

And from the second she pulled at her hands, and found them locked above her, Claire grew nervous. She was alone in her home, bound and naked, with the roofer scheduled to arrive at nine. When was nine, anyway? Why hadn’t she checked the clock?

The seconds ticked by. Claire balanced precariously on the balls of her spread feet. Maybe he’d just work outside and never come in. Had she closed the curtains? The key to the cuffs was on the table, and Claire had no way to reach it and free herself. Why hadn’t she left herself a way out? God, this had to be the most foolish thing she’d ever done! But then why was she so wet?

Adrenaline is a funny thing.

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Rick pulled his truck into the driveway. He was already sweaty; a contract with some self-storage units outside town didn’t need to obey noise ordinances, so he’d been out since 5 AM already. But a residential job was easy in comparison. Rick’s crew were off on other jobs to keep their schedule, and he got to spend the day here alone. It would be like a mini-vacation.

Still, he was thirsty and the water bottle in his truck had grown warm in the sun. Surely Claire wouldn’t mind if he popped in for a glass before starting. As promised yesterday, Claire had opened the garage so he could get at the boxes of shingles. Walking right past them, he gingerly opened the door to the house.

“Anyone home?” Rick called, “just grabbing a glass of water!”

No answer. Rich took a glass to the sink, but then he spotted a lone envelope on the otherwise clear kitchen table. Something was written on the outside in curly letters:

If Found…

Intrigued, Rick picked it up. It wasn’t sealed, but it had been sprayed playfully with perfume. He pulled out a folded piece of paper and immediately forgot about his water. Written on the outer face of the paper:

If you see this, you’ve found a special fantasy of mine. If you’d like to share it with me, join me in the other room. I’m waiting for you.

Rick looked around, but discerning where she wanted him to go wasn’t exactly difficult. Work boots thundering, Rick quickly came upon the living room and found an absolutely stunning woman, wearing nothing but restraints. His eyes widened at the sight. Her naked body swayed slightly. She had clearly heard his approach, but she had been blindfolded and gagged and couldn’t address him. She breathed heavily through her nose. A faint moan broke the silence as she tried to assess a situation she could not control.

Rick looked at her, and at the collection of restraints and sex toys laid out on the coffee table. His first instinct was to rush over and free her, but he remembered the note in his hand. He unfurled the page.

As you can see, I’m already helpless. But I don’t want you to free me. Not until you want to.

My fantasy is to spend all day as a captive plaything for someone else, and I want that person to be you. Tie me, reward me, punish me, use me. Do anything you like with me. I’m yours.

My one and only request: please keep me gagged. I’ve asked you for what I want. There’s nothing else I wish to say. If you have other uses for my lips…well, just put the gag back when you’re done.

Enjoy me,

Claire

Rick read the note several times, stunned. He checked the envelope and found a smaller envelope inside, this one sealed. This had a message on it, too: Please open at the end of the day! He put the envelope in his back pocket.

This was…surreal. Slowly he paced around her. Claire strained her ears to hear every crush of the carpet, wondering where he was. He read the note again.

“Claire,” he said at last, drinking in the sound of her name. Claire gasped softly, enraptured by the voice of her keeper. She knew from that instant that he wanted her, that he wouldn’t ignore her note. She quivered.

“Anyone could have found this,” Rick spoke directly. “Anyone could be standing here, and you’d be totally at their mercy.”

Meekly, Claire nodded.

“But I’m here, holding your fantasy in my hand,” Rick was inches away from her now. Claire couldn’t stop trembling.

“I could give it to you,” he said to her, “Everything you’ve asked for here, and more. I know that to tie yourself like this, you had to know a few things about knots. About spreader bars. You had to know,” he examined her face, “to put your blindfold on first so that your gag harness would hold it in place, and not let any light through. You knew not just to strap that ball in, but to tighten the harness to make your jaw clamp down on it. So it wouldn’t budge.”

Claire gave a soft peep, wondering what she’d gotten herself into.

“You see, Claire,” Rick went on, “I know all those things too. I know how to bind you so you’ll never escape. I know how to use each and every toy you’ve set out here. I know how to tease you so that you can can’t orgasm, unless I let you.”

“Mmmph…” Claire betrayed her unease.

“I need you to know these things, Claire,” Rick walked behind her body, “because I need you to know something else too.”

He put his lips beside her ear. “I need you to know that if you trust me, I will never betray that trust. I will take care of you.”

Claire’s shoulders relaxed a little. She gave a soft moan of clear portent.

“Now, I need to know something,” Rick moved to her other ear. “I need to know that you really want this. That you really want me to give you everything you’ve asked for in this note. Because if you don’t, I’ll throw it away, and this will be over.”

Claire exhaled sharply, but after a moment she nodded again. Rick swore he saw an attempt at a smile behind that big red ball. Almost immediately she felt his hands on her hips, slowly caressing their way up her body, and knew she’d made the right decision. He took her breasts into his hands.

“Then you truly are mine,” he said happily, “and I need to decide what I’m going to do with my new toy.”

“Mmmm…” Claire liked the sound of that. She leaned her head back into him as his fingers explored her chest.

“Someone like you, with all these toys, needs something creative. Invigorating.” His hand wandered lower until it slipped between Claire’s legs. She inhaled sharply as he began rubbing her clitoris. Rick surveyed the coffee table.

“So many dildos and vibrators. So many ways to pleasure you. I definitely want to find out what those can make of you…” He stroked harder as Claire writhed.

“But you want more than for me to just stick a vibrator against your pussy, or fuck you. Isn’t that right?” Rick’s hand disappeared and he walked away. Claire shook against her restraints in frustration. She already wanted him.

“There are other things here. Quite a few whips, clamps, gags, spreaders and chains,” Rick ran his hands along a rather ominous chastity belt. “These aren’t very nice things, are they?”

Claire was silent until she felt a crop at the base of her breast, like a leather tongue licking her skin. With a tiny groan, she shuddered as the crop found her defenseless nipple. Claire recoiled but couldn’t dislodge it, and realized how helpless she really was.

“See,” Rick teased, “I’m not going to tie you up and just pleasure you all day. But then, you never really wanted that, did you?”

Placing an arm around her waist, he drew her irresistibly closer. The crop found its way between Claire’s legs, and Rick slid its shaft slowly against her pussy from the handle all the way to the tip. Claire tensed up as it pressed against her, wondering what Rick might have in store for her, knowing she couldn’t stop it…

Rick ground the tip lightly into Claire’s folds. “I’m going to give you what you really want instead. I’m going to make the ropes tight. I’m going to control what you feel and when, and I’m not always going to be nice. You’re going to want to orgasm. You’re going to crave it, need it, beg for it. But you’re never—ever—going to get it until I allow it.”

“Mmph!” Claire moaned anxiously in his arms. She wondered which was worse: that he was planning such intensities for her, or that he seemed to know exactly what she wanted.

“And you should remember,” Rick concluded, “that I have a job to do today, and so sometimes you’re going to be left bound and helpless while I go work.”

Claire could barely contain herself. She already wanted to climax so badly. He ran a hand down her cheek.

“Don’t worry, Claire,” he soothed, “when I’m away, these toys of yours are going to make sure you never get bored.”

That didn’t make Claire very hopeful.

“Let’s get started.”

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The basement steps echoed ominously as Claire descended them. Her wrists had been tied behind her back with rope, and her ankle cuffs removed. Rick followed closely behind. He guided Claire attentively, as she was still blindfolded and gagged. A cloth bag held a number of toys and ropes, but Claire had no idea what Rick had brought with him.

“Stand right there,” Rick positioned her and then disappeared the room. Claire stood perfectly still. She couldn’t reliably move as she was, but above all else she remembered his promise to keep her safe. She chose trust, even though she knew not everything in that bag would bode well for her.

After hearing some shifting and scraping, Claire was led to straddle something that turned out to be her weight training bench. Rick had maneuvered it to be under the main joist of the house.

Swiftly, Claire felt a rope being looped around her arms, just above the elbow. Her arms quickly acquiesced and drew closer and closer together behind her until they nearly touched. Rick cinched the rope snug so the tie wouldn’t slip. He hadn’t lied about knowing how to properly tie a woman up.

Claire felt more ropes methodically circling her body. Rick wove several coils above and below her breasts as well as around her shoulders, making an intricate harness. Each rope was then tied to a large steel ring that Rick had secured to the joist.

“Lean forward,” Rick ordered after minutes of silence, and Claire obeyed. She leaned until the ropes stiffened and held some of her weight.

“Is anything pinching?” Rick asked. Claire shook her head, all too aware of what this meant for her. Sure enough, Rick was soon looping more ropes around her waist and thighs. This time, when he was finished he fed those ropes through the ring as well, grabbed all their slack at once, and hoisted Claire’s lower body off the bench completely, suspending her in the air. Rick held her parallel to the floor, tied off the rope, and again made sure nothing was pulling where it shouldn’t. Claire’s weight was evenly distributed, with Rick triple checking everything.

Not that he was going easy on her. Moments later a short spreader bar was cuffed between Claire’s knees, holding them wide apart, and each ankle was lashed tightly to its respective thigh so she was bound in a kind of suspended frogtie. For good measure, Rick fed a rope from Claire’s wrists, through the ring, and back to the spreader bar, forcing Claire into a slight, elegant arch and lifting her hands away from anything she might have hoped to loosen.

“Comfortable?” Rick taunted. Claire, essentially immobile, groaned longingly. Her answer was a very welcome hand slithering between her spread knees, massaging her labia. Claire purred appreciatively.

“You’d like it if I stayed here all day, playing with your clit. Wouldn’t you?”

“Uh-huh,” Claire managed.

“I’d like to. You look hot as hell like this, but I need to get to work.” The hand disappeared unkindly. “Luckily I know just how to keep you occupied while I’m gone.”

Claire heard a dull thud as Rick set a 35 lb. hand weight beneath her. She then felt a doubled rope slithering around her waist and looped on her back. Rick fed the rope between her legs, held it against her loins for a moment, and then tied a knot into the rope. Claire only realized it was a crotchrope when the knot burrowed itself into her clit. Tying it off, Rick left the free ends dangling beneath her, leaving Claire to wonder helplessly what he was planning.

When Rick reappeared, it was at her chest. She enjoyed his caresses of her breasts for a moment or two before the first clamp bit down on her tender nipple.

“Mmph! Nmm-mmm!” Claire gasped through her gag as the clamp sent shocks through her body. Rick retorted by clipping the other clamp firmly into place over her protests. But the best was yet to come.

Rick took a loose furniture spring from the basement’s work bench and used a zip tie to fasten one end to the handle of the weight. He then grabbed the free ends from Claire’s crotchrope, fed them through the hook at the spring’s other end, and fastened it to the rope through the chain connecting her clamps. He pulled it taut until it just barely began to extend the spring, knotted it, then used another zip tie to ensure the rope would not become unhooked. Claire winced as acute tension was applied to both her chest and loins. The weight essentially anchored them to the floor and the knot now barely peeked out from her labia.

“Careful,” Rick warned. “those are clover clamps, so they’ll tighten if you pull on them. In fact, you might want to keep perfectly still…”

“Mmmmmmmphmmmm…” Claire immediately agreed with him. She might move, but the weight would not. The rope pulled so tight that any movement—any—caused the clamps to tweak her nipples callously and the knot on her clit to shift about. Of course, she was hanging from the ceiling. The slightest twitch gave her momentum she couldn’t stop. And with the spring below, the rope wouldn’t yank or jerk her, but rather increase the tension on her body, evenly and gradually, and pull her back. The more she deviated from that center, the more savagely they treated her body.

“Now you have something to amuse yourself with while I’m gone. But I think we should make it more interesting, don’t you?” Rick was moving again.

“Mmmph! Nuh-uh!” Claire already felt overwhelmed. She did her best to dissuade him without moving, but a moment later she felt his fingers stroking her pussy lips. Claire had already soaked her crotchrope through.

“Glad you’re already enjoying your little game,” Rick mused while Claire flexed her pelvic muscles despite herself, willing his fingers to probe deeper. Instead she felt a him peel back the crotchrope, which in turn rubbed her clit, so Rick could slide a modest bullet vibrator into her cavity. Claire winced from the movement as Rick tucked the rope back into place, ensuring that she couldn’t work out the bullet. He tucked the bullet’s cord and control box into the ropes on Claire’s thigh.

Claire yelped involuntarily as the scrappy vibe sprang to life and quickly whipped her into a frenzy. Her sole desire became to grind against her crotchrope, but she dared not do anything to further agitate her bondage. She moaned imploringly to Rick for a third option, but he refused. Instead, he took a final rope and connected her elbows to the top of her gag harness. Tightening it yanked her head back, among other things…

Claire faced forward and knew Rick was inches away.

“Think you can behave yourself while I get some work done?”

“MMPH!” Claire gave a clear plea for clemency.

“Tell you what,” Rick said cryptically, “I’ll get you off to a good start.”

Bewildered, Claire sensed Rick moving behind her. Placing a hand on her spreader bar, Rick pressed it lightly. Claire’s eyes widened beneath the blindfold as her body swung irresistibly forward. He kept pushing. Claire squealed impotently as she glided further and further forward, tightening the clamps ferociously as the spring reacted. Rick kept pushing, driving her further and further into the air until at last, he let go. Claire’s body swung backward on the pendulum of her ropes. When she passed her original position and kept going, the spring tugged on her crotchrope instead of her clamps, and Claire discovered a whole new torment. Moaning pitifully, Claire swung back and forth, the tension switching between her nipples and pussy. Claire wrenched in frustration but that only made her sway longer and in unpredictable directions, which of course just made her toys twist and jerk. She could add momentum but was powerless to stop. The spring would take care of it, though. Eventually.

Rick was already gone. She wouldn’t notice for minutes. The bullet buzzed away happily.

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Rick spent about two hours outside. By then the heat of the day was in full swing. That may not seem like much in September but it feels much different from a sun-drenched roof. Rick climbed down the ladder, his shirt slung over his shoulder, and reasoned that a cool basement would feel pretty good right about now.

Claire seemed very glad to hear him coming back down the steps, though less so when it became apparent that he was in no hurry to release her. Instead, he quickly discovered something that Claire had earnestly hoped would go unnoticed.

“I think your little friend ran out of juice,” Rick said, tracing a finger along her crotchrope. “Let me fix that for you.”

“MMMmmMMPH!” Claire shook her head urgently as Rick replaced the batteries in the control box. The bullet immediately sprang back to life and Claire couldn’t help herself. She moaned almost continuously, but the bullet just wasn’t powerful enough and she knew it. Instead of satisfying her, all it did was remind Claire how badly she needed orgasm. Of course, Rick thought that was its best quality.

He sat down before her, setting a glass of water on the floor. Her nostrils filled with the scent of his sweat as she tried to adjust to the insurgent buzzing between her legs. For a time he simply watched her. It was immediately clear that Claire was trying very hard to grind her hips without disturbing her sore chest, with minimal success. Rick placed a hand playfully on the center of Claire’s gag and gave her a nudge. Claire groaned resentfully as she began to sway again.

“You’ve been trying to get yourself off, haven’t you?” Rick asked without any regard for her plight. “You should probably be honest. I can always get back to work.”

Claire reluctantly gave a slight nod, the best she could do at the moment.

“Any luck?”

Claire shook her head slightly, with obvious exasperation.

“Glad to hear it, though I like that you’re trying,” Rick smiled. “So, are you enjoying those fun little clamps?”

“MMPH!” Claire writhed indignantly. Her immediate regret that she’d moved at all gave her answer some gravity.

“I have a theory about that, actually,” Rick said airily. “Because you laid them out for me to find, alongside all your other toys. Seems like you wanted me to use them.”

Claire didn’t seem to share his interpretation. “Oh, I don’t think you like the sensation,” he carried on, “but when you’re tied up and can’t take them off no matter how much you want to—that makes you helpless. And that really…really turns you on. Doesn’t it?”

Rick held her chin in his hand. “I could take them off right now,” he offered, “but just admit one thing: that you’d be just a little bit disappointed if I did.”

Claire moaned, desperate for a change of subject. Rick reached beneath her and placed his fingers on the clips, poised to grant Claire the relief she craved.

“Right?”

Claire groaned heavily, but nodded. Rick grinned. “And that’s why they’re getting left right where they are.”

“MmmmMMMH!” Claire immediately cried out. But instead of giving her what she asked for, Rick moved behind her and gripped the spreader bar again. She implored him to stop every way she could think of, but still found herself gliding forward. The clamps constricted savagely as he pushed, causing Claire to bite down on her gag. She gasped when he let go, and as she tumbled back and the tension mounted on her raw clit, Claire very nearly climaxed. Painful or not, this made her hotter and wetter than the Amazon, and her only real regret was that each successive swing gave her slightly less stimulation and not the little more she needed to achieve release.

She could also tell that Rick was getting flustered too. Teasing and tormenting her like this made Rick hard as hell, and he didn’t give her a moment’s reprieve. He began circling the bound woman with hungry eyes, running his hands along her body while she swayed. For a moment he stood directly behind her. She wished he would just mount her, fuck her hard right then and there. Instead he gripped her leg, bringing her to a merciful halt, and walked back around to her front.

“I believe your note said something about using you…” Rick muttered as he unzipped his fly. Though still blindfolded, Claire felt his stiff cock brush her cheek lightly. She moaned longingly, and Rick began to unbuckle her gag. When the ball finally parted her lips, she used her newfound freedom to lick her lips hungrily.

“Please…” was all she managed before he entered her. She bore down on him eagerly, tongue dancing over the shaft as she moaned her assent. Rick had been working all morning. He needed a shower. But the animal taste only fueled Claire’s lust. This—all of this—was exactly her fantasy. To be tightly bound, made helpless to his whims, to take pleasure in giving herself over to another. His thrusts and gasps of pleasure weren’t using her. They freed her to express the raw pleasure she’d been feeling for hours. If she’d wanted him to ask, and not just take whatever he wanted from her, she’d have never written that note. Her mind filled with possibilities for how she wanted to finish her sentence. Please use me. Please let me. Please fuck me. Please don’t let me go.

She sucked on him passionately for as long as she could but Rick, after hours of watching this bound goddess, couldn’t contain himself forever. Thrusting intently in and out of her, Rick’s own moans soon filled the room, and he erupted into her. Claire purred contently, happy to give pleasure for once and not just receive it. She kept her lips pursed as she slid his cock out of her mouth, relishing his taste. She swallowed, wishing she could see his satisfied face. Measured gasps escaped her slightly parted lips. She was his, truly his, and it felt incredible.

She opened her jaw readily when the gag reappeared. She had nothing she wanted to say. She wanted only to struggle, and moan, and writhe, and somehow knew that he would divine her wish without words. He buckled it as tightly as before and Claire tried to guess what might be in store next. She quickly found out: his hand appeared between her legs. Surgical fingers held her lips apart and she detected a new, rapid sound. A large vibrator, one of her best, pressed into her, resting against the knot on her clit. Within seconds Claire’s already horny body had her crying out in abject pleasure. She sank back into her fantasy as the helpless, reluctant plaything until, at long last, he sent her tumbling over the blissful edge.

Claire’s mind went blank and she seized in her restraints. Carnal moans echoed off the walls as the vibrator sent Claire spinning again and again. All her struggling, all the discomfort, all the teasing instantly became worth it. The ecstasy wrapped around her like a warm blanket. Nothing else mattered.

She had no idea how long he kept her in that heaven, but it felt like an eternity. When he eventually he stopped, Claire writhed on, noticing only when the fading sound of footfalls transformed her back from goddess to toy.

“Mmm. Mmmmm…MMMMMMPH!” she cried. She didn’t want it to end. He was leaving her again. Still bound, still clamped, still with a crotchrope and bullet teasing her raw pussy. Still helpless. The thought had her trying to cum again within minutes.

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Rick wasn’t going back to work. He just needed to set up Claire’s coming adventures. Of course, she didn’t need to know that. It only took him about thirty minutes but when he returned to the basement, Claire acted like he’d been gone for years.

They both seemed to agree that enough was enough, so he removed the clamps first. Not that the shock of bloodflow returning to her nipples didn’t elicit a painful cry. Setting the chain down, Rick massaged Claire’s breasts for several minutes while she recovered.

He took his time detaching Claire from the ceiling, mindful of her sore muscles and tender skin. He removed everything except her gag and blindfold, holding her close while she stretched and flexed for the first time in hours.

“You were wonderful,” Rick whispered into her mollified ear, “but I’m not through with you yet.”

Claire mewed softly for him, both hesitant and feisty at the thought that more remained in store. She let him guide her back upstairs and into the living room. The sun pouring in from the window warmed her skin. Rick led her back to the center of the room and locked her hands back into the handcuffs she’d used before. Lifting her arms, he used an extra padlock to secure the cuffs to the rope still hanging from the banister. Before she knew it, the ankle cuffs and spreader bar returned as well, and she stood before him exactly as she had that morning. Claire couldn’t help but tremble.

Rick visited the toy collection on the coffee table and returned. Claire felt something long and smooth graze her skin, and she realized it came from her collection of dildos. She gasped uncertainly.

“I wanted to give you a little break…so to speak,” Rick said slyly, “but I want it to be a little fun, too.” Lubricating the phallus, he lowered the toy between Claire’s legs and pressed it, gently but firmly, into her pussy. She inhaled sharply as inch after inch slid into her. Once it was in Rick let go for a moment. Claire instinctively tightened her pelvic muscles, worrying that it might slide right out of her again. Swiftly, she felt a thick strap pass around her waist, which she realized was a chastity belt. Rick fed a second strap between her legs and pulled it taut, holding the dildo within head and sealing her pussy off from the world. Claire wondered wildly who Rick was trying to keep out, but only he seemed privy to his plans.

The belt’s buckle allowed it to be locked, and as soon as Rick finished adjusting it he fitted not one but two padlocks onto the belt. Holding Claire from behind, Rick ran his hand over the belt and nudged the thick phallus knowingly into her. Claire enjoyed the feeling of it grinding within her.

“Having a good day?” Rick asked. Claire mumbled her assent. “I’m glad, because after your break I’m thinking you need to be tied up tight again. Something nice and strict that’s going to have you begging to cum.”

This sounded promising, though still a little frightening. Claire shuddered in her bonds as Rick continued running his hands all over her. As good as it felt to be strictly bound, Claire wasn’t sure she could take much more.

“But I’m going to let you get yourself off the hook this time. I need to work some more and while I’m gone you’ll have the opportunity to show me whether you want to spend the rest of your day bound and denied orgasm, or doing something a little less taxing. If you’d rather I play nice with you, just take that toy of yours out of your pussy before I come back.”

Claire groaned apprehensively. She couldn’t do much of anything at present, let along budge her new toy.

“Don’t worry, I’ll give you a fighting chance.” With a jingle, Rick lifted a string with twenty or thirty keys threaded onto it, clipping it to the rope by Claire’s hands.

“One of those will unlock the padlock,” Rick explained. “The cuffs stay on no matter what, however.”

Claire wouldn’t have expected any less. Rick disappeared around a corner, returning with a folding card table that he set up right in front of Claire. She jumped as she felt its edge brush against her hips, and again at the sudden sound of many more keys being spilled onto it before her. So that’s what it was for.

“These other keys are for the two locks on your chastity belt,” Rick went on. “Once you get your hands free, look for them on the table. If you unlock your belt I’ll take you upstairs and make love to you into the night. No more toys, just me,” Claire cherished the thought. “But if you’d rather be tightly bound for hours and be a toy yourself, leave those keys right where they are. It’s up to you.”

With that, Rick left. Claire heard him walking all over the house and then out to the roof. Moments later the thuds of his nail gun could be heard overhead.

Claire didn’t need long to decide what she wanted. She loved being his to play with but he seemed to be hinting that she’d spend the rest of the day very uncomfortable and very much without release. If she could spend the rest of the day in his loving arms instead, she would in a heartbeat. Her fingers grabbed at the keys dangling above her, isolated one, and spent several minutes trying to test it on her handcuffs before she remembered that she had to use it on the padlock. No luck. Grunting and straining, Claire fought the toying distractions of the dildo and chose another key. After a few more tries she realized she needed to be more methodical or she’d end up blindly picking the same keys over and over. Carefully she felt her way to the end of last key on one side of the string, tried it, and started to work her way down the line.

She had no idea how much time was passing, but then Rick came back for a moment to make sure she was alright.

“Still locked up there? Better hope you find the keys to your belt quickly.” Then he left. He was no help at all.

Her hands began to tingle from being held above her so long, but five or six tries later she felt the padlock click and come loose! Claire squealed with excitement as her hands, though still cuffed, lowered at last. Technically Claire could move around now. She wasn’t tied to anything, but walking in a spreader bar was difficult and besides, her only hope of reprieve was here. As the bloodflow returned to her fingers, Claire whisked her hands over the sea of keys before her. They all felt the same in the darkness.

Claire wasted a moment or two rubbing her hands over the leather chastity belt, shifting the dildo pleasurably around, but then realized she needed to concentrate. Rick surely wouldn’t like her playing with herself and if the basement was any indicator, she did not want him tying her up vindictively.

Like before, Claire knew she needed to be methodical if she was going to be able to sift through these keys, so she hastily tried to push them off to one side so she could put all the rejects on the other side of the table. Keeping fingers on the table to feel where she was, Claire set to business. Try a key on each lock on the chastity belt, and when it didn’t work set it off to her right. Try another, try another. Rick was hammering away above her, and the sounds reminded her constantly that he’d eventually return. She had to find the right keys or face a strange new challenge.

Try another, and another, but still no luck. Claire felt the reject pile, guess there were maybe forty keys there, and wondered where the hell Rick had found all these. Feeling the other side, though, Claire estimated she was more than halfway through trying them all. Only so many possibilities left…

“Well, you’re making progress!” she’d been so busy she hadn’t heard Rick come back.

“I must say I expected you to try a little harder than this,” he said with a hint of disappointment. He ignored the fact that Claire kept frantically trying keys. “I guess you’re not that interested after all. I’ll have to make sure I do a very thorough job tying you, since you seem to want it so badly.”

Claire groaned anxiously, but nearly shrieked when she heard Rick take a handful of keys—keys she still needed to try—and let them tumble all over the table, bouncing everywhere.

“Just came to tell you that I’m halfway done with the roof. I need to pack up some things but in a few minutes I’ll come back and get you all set up for a nice, stimulating afternoon while I finish the rest.”

Rick left Claire to fret. Her system ruined, she grabbed a key at random which, miraculously, opened one of the locks! Claire nearly screamed in relief, but there was still another lock to go. She began trying a key, then chucking it onto the floor when it didn’t open the lock. She cursed herself for not thinking of that earlier. A useless key was a useless key.

She kept trying up until the moment Rick grabbed her wrists and pulled her away from the table. The dildo was still locked inside her. Claire was visibly distraught. Rick had built up the anticipation so much that she now dreaded the specter that awaited her. Yet, just like she’d asked, she was helpless to resist.

Due to her blindfold, she didn’t see that Rick pulled the final key to her belt from his pocket, instead of the table. Rick tied Claire’s wrists behind her back, as well as her ankles. She found herself heaved over his sweaty shoulder. Gruffly, Rick carried her upstairs, and then to the attic.

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The house had two stories and a narrow staircase leading to the attic. It was a little stuffy up there but a small window shed light on the steep slopes of the ceiling. It had an actual floor instead of just crossbeams, and Claire used it for long-term storage.

Rick had cleared some space in the attic’s center, where he’d laid a large square of what looked like plywood. A silver eyebolt had been screwed into each of its outer edges and in the middle lay a blanket and a large, rounded object with padding, like a saddle.

“I decided to rummage through the rest of your trunk. See what you didn’t want me to know about today. I knew the minute I saw your Sybian that I had to put it to use,” Rick announced as he carried Claire into the room. At its mention, Claire immediately moaned in earnest protest. The Sybian was a sex toy, and a potent one at that. Atop the black saddle was a long rubber pad with a ridged ball perched on top. Those connected to powerful motors inside the device that could vibrate at thousands of RPMs. There was simply no resisting it.

Rick didn’t waste any time. Untying her ankles, he set Claire down into a kneeling position on the floor and maneuvered her to straddle the Sybian. Claire’s temporary enjoyment as he spread lube over her pussy preoccupied her until he lowered her slowly onto the ball atop the device. Claire came to rest on the rubber pad of the device, groaning as Rick used ropes to tie each of her ankles to its respective thigh, keeping her fully seated atop the Sybian. Ever the perfectionist, he tied an additional rope around Claire’s waist and then to the eyebolt behind her, preventing her from trying to use her knees as leverage.

Rick turned his attention next to her chest and used a single, very long rope. Placing the center behind Claire’s neck, he fed each strand down over her shoulders, behind her back, back up the other shoulder, around her neck, and finally down between her breasts. From there he crossed the ropes and began wrapping them around her torso both above and below her chest, each successive coil squeezing Claire’s helpless globes a little more. After crossing the cords between her breasts in a distinctive X-shape, Rick finally knotted the harness at her front and tied the remaining ends to the eyebolt just in front of her. Drawing it forced her to lean forward, the ropes further squeezing her chest, and he tied it off. Claire whimpered slightly, knowing that this leaning position would soon be difficult to maintain, but Rick was just getting started.

The next length of rope lashed Claire’s elbows together, this time forcing them to touch behind her. Rick then released her wrists long enough to tie a rope around each one individually, which he then fed through the eyebolts at Claire’s sides and finally tied them tightly to the ropes on her thighs, so that each hand was pulled to the side and suspended helplessly a few inches above the floor. Rick finished the job at last by tying an additional rope to Claire’s elbow tie and feeding it through the eyebolt behind her, then up to the top of her gag harness. Pulling that tight not only held her head back but also prevented her from leaning any further forward. The opposing the tension on her chest made any thought of changing position a foolish fantasy. Claire groaned faintly as she struggled to adjust, finding the inevitability of his ropework both foreboding and wildly exhilarating.

Rick kneeled down so her gagged lips were inches from his. His whispers rang in her ear. “That fun little device is going to keep you company until I finish this roof. I may need the rest of the afternoon, so it’s nice to know you’ll be having some fun.”

Claire quivered involuntarily. An afternoon with a Sybian? She’d melt.

“Don’t worry, Claire,” Rick soothed. “I’ll be just above you, feet away the whole time. I know you’re going to love it. Ready to get started?”

Claire groaned and tried shifting her hips, but couldn’t get up off the machine. Plugging the Sybian in, Rick flipped the switch, turning the control dial to maximum. Claire yelped reflexively, but nothing happened. The device remained still.

“Oops, should have told you,” Rich chuckled. “I’ve attached the cord to one of those fun clapper switches. You know, for lights and stuff. Watch.”

Rick clapped his hands. Claire grunted as the Sybian promptly burst to life. The ball inside her and the rubber pad began vibrating manically against her loins. Contained only by her ropes, Claire jolted and twitched as the toy overwhelmed her senses. After a few seconds, Rick clapped again and the machine silenced.

“Enjoy yourself, Claire.” Rick started down the attic stairs.

“Mmmmmmmh…” Claire implored. That was beyond intense. But Rick left without turning on the machine. Shifting to try and make her position tolerable, Claire couldn’t help but wonder whether she was missing something, or whether he had just taken pity on her. She decided it was best to simply not complain.

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With a grin on his face, Rick climbed the ladder back onto the roof. He was sure Claire could hear his steps from the attic.

He knelt down on the roof and slid a box of shingles closer to himself. He laid a one into place, picked up his nail gun and, checking that the air compressor was properly engaged, drove a nail through the shingle with a loud snap. And in that instant, he heard a faint noise that didn’t come from his tools.

Snap. He drove another nail. This time nothing.

He tried again. Snap. There it was. A faint squeak coming from beneath him. Rick’s smile widened.

“Oh, this is going to be fun,” he said to himself. A few feet away were over a dozen unopened packages.

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Claire tried to breathe steadily. She was alone again, bound so she could barely move. Her gag strained her neck back and her chest harness squeezed her breasts as it held her forward. Still, it felt a lot better than nipple clamps…

Outside, she could hear metal rattling on the side of the house. Rick was climbing the ladder to the roof. Claire listened to his footfalls as he walked across the roof, not far above. She’d have to wait for him. She was absolutely helpless until he decided otherwise.

Snap.

“MMPH!” Without warning, the Sybian roared to life beneath her. Taken completely by surprise, Claire lurched as the vibrator set her senses aflame. Eyes wide in her imposed darkness, she had no clue what had happened. Had she done something?

Snap. The vibrations stopped as quickly as they came. Panting, only then did Claire realize what the sound must be. Evidently Rick’s nail gun was loud enough to trigger the clapper switch. It was the only explanation.

Snap. It was too intense. It imposed arousal upon her. She couldn’t stop it. “MMMMPH!”

The vibrations made quick work of her. Being helpless was enough to arouse her, but Claire now realized that this damn Sybian would switch on or off every time Rick drove a nail. He was so close. He’d be right above her all afternoon. There must be dozens of shingles to place, maybe hundreds, each one taking who-knows-how many nails.

Claire already wanted to cum, but another snap stopped her tormentor. Three sudden snaps in succession made Claire yelp, but a long pause followed while the vibrations were allowed to assault Claire’s pussy. When it finally stopped, Claire thrashed against her restraints. But whatever she tried, she couldn’t move a muscle. She could only kneel there and endure.

Rick said he’d be working all afternoon.

Snap.

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“Mmmmm…mmp mmp MMp MMp…” Claire grunted rhythmically, a thin trail of drool hung from her gagged lips. She prayed that this might be her chance.

Snap. The vibrations ceased. “Mmm—uh-huh, Nuh-UH!”

Claire whined desperately to the empty attic as coveted orgasm eluded her yet again. Rick had been at is for ages but the Sybian never turned on for more than a few seconds. Sometimes Rick drove several nails in quickly, giving her pussy maddening jolts while she struggled in vain to cope.

Beads of sweat glistened in the afternoon sun. She’d already tried everything. Flexing, struggling, moaning, fantasizing. It all fell short. Claire had even tried making noises that she hoped would trigger the clapper: snapping her fingers, slapping fingers against her palm, knocking her knees against the panel beneath her. Not even her best gagged scream did the trick. The Sybian responded only to Rick, it seemed. It dominated her totally.

“Mmp—ungh—Mmp—ungh—MMP!”

It happened again—about five snaps in rapid succession sent Claire reeling. It wasn’t just the shock anymore. Claire had already been teased for hours, and every twitch on her pussy felt like the start of blissful climax. Yet each burst of ecstasy passed as quickly as it arrived, leaving Claire wanting. Except for the last one. Fivenails. An odd number meant that the Sybian remained on. A rare miracle.

“Mmmmmphaaahhmmm,” the trail of saliva finally dripped, landing on a small damp spot in the wood. It felt incredible. Claire soaked in the wonderful stimulation. Her teeth bared around the scarlet ball, like a growl.

This time. This time for sure.

An ominous snap foiled Claire’s big chance. She screamed in frustration, taut arms fighting against ropes that never budged. But she could not calm down, for the snaps kept sounding, and the blissful mirage kept appearing on the horizon. Claire had no choice but to chase it.

After a veritable eternity, the nail gun stopped firing. Claire experienced silence for the first time in hours, including between her legs. At first it was torture, waiting for the next strike, but then Claire heard footfalls, then the ladder.

Claire squealed happily, positively bouncing in place. Rick was coming back to her.

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Rick walked into the bathroom and washed his face and hands. He’d finished the roof a little sooner than expected. It turns out he worked a lot faster when each nail he drove carried special significance. He removed his shirt, tucked a crop and a set of nipple clamps under his arm, and headed for the attic.

At the base of the attic stairs, Rick clapped his hands loudly. A surprised squeak answered him and he climbed the steps to find Claire still bound in place, writhing as she endured the vibrations of her throne. Though clearly fatigued, Rick could tell she was aroused to all hell. She wanted to cum more than anything. He’d made sure of it.

He bent over before her and grasped the rope atop her gag harness. Giving it a slight yank tilted her head back to face him. Even through the blindfold she knew he was looking directly at her.

“Mmmmmph,” she purred seductively for him. All pretense was dead. She’d do anything for him. Anything he wanted, as long as he gave her the release she craved. Nothing else mattered to her anymore.

Letting the rope go, Rick straightened up and clapped again. Claire groaned as the vibrations ceased yet again, but she waited patiently this time. Rick knew what she was thinking. She was expecting him to untie her any second, or at least let the Sybian finally bring her to orgasm.

But he did neither. Instead, Claire felt the tip of the crop drifting casually up her side and realized that Rick had other things in mind.

“Mmph. Uh-uh,” she tried to protest, but he let her stew for a minute or two, tracing the curves of her body with the crop. She waited on baited breath for his next move, but he took his time. When he was ready, Rick flicked his wrist and spanked Claire’s ass with the stiff leather tip. It cracked and the Sybian erupted beneath her. She yelped in surprise and discomfort. Another strike with the crop stopped the vibrations again.

“MMM!” Claire shook her head as best she could, but Rick wasn’t feeling patient. She suddenly winced as, without any warning or ceremony, the first clamp closed its jaws around her defenseless breast. Still sore from their last use, Claire called out in dismal protest as the second clamp found its home. But when she cried out a second time, she discovered that these weren’t clover clamps, which tightened or loosened based on how they were tugged, but rather adjustable clamps. A little knob at their base controlled their bite.

“Nuh-uh!” Claire bucked and struggled, so Rick turned the knob on her left tit. She did it again and he turned the knob on her right tit. Claire soon caught on that she would either play nice, or find out just how tight the clamps could go. Rick tested this by taking her full breasts in his hands and squeezing lightly, then not to lightly. A strained gasp escaped from Claire’s gag, but nary a complaint. She and Rick reached an understanding.

A few more rounds with the crop, and thus her vibrating friend, taught Claire that sounds of her pleasure were permitted, even encouraged. She moaned with abandon for his amusement, though her brief expression of disappointment when he turned down the intensity of the Sybian earned her another turn on each clamp. As harsh as this all sounds, Claire actually found it erotic as hell. He refused to coddle her. He was in control, she was his helpless toy, and he was acting like it. Once she had to stop, all her previous protest seemed like a distraction. Her situation became straightforward and clear: He was going to play, and she was going to be played with. She found it refreshing.

After a particularly sharp smack on her ass, Claire was left to enjoy the sensations of her vibrator for a few minutes while Rick watched. Whenever she grew still, a quick brush with the crop spurred her into action. Before long she danced for him, grinding her hips and voicing her longing.

When he was ready, Rick walked over and took a knee before her. With one hand he reached for the Sybian controls and ramped up the motors a little. When Claire groaned in pleasure she felt a sharp smack on top of her breast. She squealed in surprise and might have toppled forward if not for the ropes, and Rick gave her another. The pain and pleasure swirled in Claire’s brain, which to even her own surprise manifested as a pleasured groan. That earned her another, and by now she was actually growing to like these things. The discomfort, the helplessness, the way it juxtaposed her aching pussy. The sound was not loud enough to silence the Sybian.

“You’re so beautiful, Claire,” he whispered.

“Mmph…” Claire mewed faintly. She hadn’t felt like this in so long…

“Cum for me, Claire,” Rick said at last. “I want you to cum.”

As he spoke, he turned the Sybian back to full power. Claire inhaled sharply as it overwhelmed her body once more, and his hands appeared on her breasts. First he caressed them, but as she began writhing in pleasure he groped her chest firmly. Claire cried out into her gag; Rick grew worried and loosened his grip, but Claire stifled pleas begged him to squeeze harder.

“MMMMMmmmmmMMPH!” Claire felt her orgasm swelling within. It felt massive, with hours of pent up pleasure all bursting forth at once. Rick maintained his grip until the very instant her wave crested, and as Claire began to orgasm Rick released both of her nipple clamps at once.

Claire screamed. Screamed and shuddered as every nerve in her body fired at once. It was beautiful. It was excruciating. It was completely beyond her control. Toes curled and endorphins flooded her veins. Teeth bared as she bit down on her gag as hard as she could. Claire came for minutes. It might have been one orgasm, or it might have been many. It felt like all of them at once, building upon each other in a glorious supernova.

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Claire panted heavily. She couldn’t remember how she’d gone from the orgasm of her life to panting, limp in her restraints. But here she was. Rick had turned off the vibrator. He wouldn’t dare turn it on again. Instead he held her in his arms while she discovered the world again. Claire understood now why she needed to be bound. Otherwise she’d probably have fallen apart.

She came out of her stupor when she felt him using a utility knife to cut the ropes holding her down to the plywood. At long last she was able to fully lean back, rolling her neck along her shoulders. But he didn’t release her completely.

Rick found a wooden chair along the wall and dragged it to the center of the room. Returning to Claire, he tenderly lifted her up and off the Sybian, sliding the soaked apparatus off to the side. Claire’s limbs were still securely bound, and her chest harness and gag remained in place. But that didn’t stop him. Taking the surprised Claire in his arms, he lifted her clear off the floor and walked backward with her until he fell back into the chair with her in his lap. She faced him and he held her steady. As her body slid against his, she felt his hard dick beneath her, already freed from his pants. Thighs tumbling over the sides of the chair, Claire gasped as he slipped so easily into her soaked pussy. Neither of them had wanted anything all day more than they wanted this. Claire felt so safe in his arms, and moaned into his ear as he started to thrust into her.

Rick held her body steady against his. His hips worked up and down as he fucked her. His gasping lips found her breast and began sucking and kissing. Claire gripped him with her thighs hungrily, panting as she ground her sex into him. She began climaxing again within moments, filling the room with her cries.

Claire came twice more before Rick, having watched this gorgeous woman from afar all day, finally found his own ecstasy. She tried her utmost to bring him close as he pumped into her, and when he finished he just held her for a time, enjoying her warm body. Finally, she felt him reach up and begin unbuckling the straps of her gag. The dripping ball finally parted her lips, Claire’s voice returned at last.

“Oh God, Rick,” she panted. “I love you so fucking much.”

“I love you too, Claire.”

Daylight was finally leaving the windows, but Claire still blinked heavily as the blindfold slipped off her face at last. After so long, and so much, she finally could gaze into the eyes of her incredible husband.

“You haven’t asked me to tie you up in years, babe,” Rick gazed right back. She was so beautiful.

“I think,” Claire rested her head on his shoulder, “that I forgot how good you are at it. And how much I enjoy it.” She nuzzled into him, feeling totally safe. “Promise me you’ll never let that happen again.”

“I promise.” Rick tightened his arms around her.

“And promise me you’ll never use nipple clamps again.” Claire added sharply.

Rick gave a little smile. “No.”

“Damn right.” Claire closed her eyes, perfectly content.

“Would you like me to untie you now?” Rick asked sweetly.

“Not really.”

“You can’t be comfortable.” Claire’s thighs were still lashed to her ankles, and her elbows bound together behind her.

“I’m not, but I don’t want it to end. I know you’ll take care of me.”

Rick smiled. “Then it won’t. But I’m going to untie you anyway.”

“Why?” Claire looked up and pouted.

“Because we need to eat, and because I’m going to draw you a bath, and because I want to massage your sore muscles,” Rick listed, and added, “and because, after all that, I’m going to tie you down to our bed and lick your pussy until sunrise.”

Claire gave an excited giggle. “Maybe you should let me go after all.”

Rick reached behind Claire and freed her elbows. As she flexed her arms, she gasped, “That reminds me! You have to read the last bit of my note.”

Rick found it in his pocket and pulled out the rater disheveled looking envelope. Ripping it open revealed a final tiny message:

I don’t have any plans for tomorrow.

“Cute,” Rick said. “But I think you’re just asking for trouble now.”

“I asked for trouble today, too. Worked out pretty well,” Claire flashed an impish grin. “Would it help if I said please?”

“It might,” Rick appraised his wife while he untied her leg. “But then you need a break from wearing that gag.”

“Why?”

“Because I’ve just now realized how unhappy my wife is with the color of our new roof, and it’s going to take me all day to tear it off and put on the new one.”

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by Winterscumming

Just a couple of facts about the story below. This story is my first time submitting in the BDSM category. It probably will not meet this category’s unwritten threshold for most if you are looking for anything super hardcore or anything in the realm of degradation and humiliation.

I love this story and decided to post it for several reasons. Principle among those reasons is that it helps me mentally explore and work with my own submissive desires. It also combines a couple things I love: the friendship and emotional aspect of lesbian erotica and the protective possessive side of D/s. Please note that in my head this story seems to be working out as a trilogy and I am currently working on the second part.

That said, I know that we are all particular about our kinks but please be gentle with your comments. I only like it rough from Mistress. 🙂

Enjoy the read — I dare you!

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“Never have I ever let anyone tie me up,” I said haughtily, leaning back against the couch as I watched the faces of my friends. If I had added the words “wanted to” to that sentence it may have been a lie, but the game revolved around what was done and not implied wants.

Our weekly girl’s night out should have taken place in a park surrounded by the cool breeze and even cooler Jazz as the five of us sipped chilled wine and giggled like immature school girls. The random summer storm and accompanying hurricane watch placed a quick kibosh on those plans. Instead we were having a girl’s night in which was composed of liquor that was harder on the spirit than wine and way too many “I’ll tell you mine if you tell me yours” style games.

Carla and Ebony sat in front of me and their faces showed surprise at my declaration for my turn at “Never Have I Ever.” Their looks offended me just a twinge. Carla looked like she thought I was a prude and Ebony looked like she thought I was lying.

Tracy sat to my side on a mountain of pillows. Giggling drunkenly, she didn’t pass any judgment as she was the first to take a sip out of her drink. Beside me on the couch, quiet as always, April chuckled softly as she picked up her glass off the coffee table as well. I was so in shock I almost missed both Carla and Ebony taking hearty swigs from their glasses too.

“Seriously? In this room, I’m a virgin?” I asked, once again slightly offended. April was the one that shocked me the most, I would have laid out good money that she had never been tied up.

April and I were the closest out of the five of us, though we’d known one another the least amount of time. Carla and I grew up together and had been best friends since third grade. Carla and April worked together for the first time on a project a few years ago, and became fast friends. Carla pulled April into our little circle of four and we very easily expanded it to a circle of five. Within the last three years, Carla and Ebony had both gotten married and Tracy was in the world’s most dramatic on-again-off-again relationship. This usually left me, the picky perpetual dater, hanging out with April, the even pickier possibly asexual one. That dynamic wasn’t a problem because since being introduced April and I had become inseparable. We were both laid back and somewhat introverted — though we could talk to one another non-stop when the mood struck. There were also those other times when we’d hang out and say a total of five words the entire night. We were okay with that, however, because the silence was comfortable. We accepted one another and there was a bond between us that always felt like it was growing. I felt like I knew almost everything about her.

Except, apparently, I didn’t.

Learning about April being tied up was not the biggest shock of the night. It was the follow-up information that threw us all into shock.

“April, really? No way!” Ebony declared after looking at me intensely for a few moments. She must have debated whether to challenge me on my declaration or not. I imagine she was remembering a few questions prior when she’d challenged me about not having sex in a car. The shot she’d ended up taking was a mix of Kahlua and Peach Schnapps, which probably caused her to hesitate in challenging me again. There were no rules on challenging other drinkers, though, so my guess was she decided to go for April instead.

April shifted on the couch behind me before softly responding, “it was research.”

I turned to give her a quizzical look as the other three all stumbled over their words. Tracy was the first to utter anything coherent. “Baby girl, what the hell kind of research were you doing?”

April shifted again, putting her glass back down on the table, “I don’t kiss and tell.” Then she got up slowly and walked down the hall to the guest bathroom.

We all knew one another pretty well and we all knew April’s signal of finality. If you brought up something she didn’t want to discuss she shut down the conversation and left the room. She’d return in a few minutes. If someone, usually Ebony, tried to reintroduce said topic she’d say her goodbyes and leave. Every time. Without fail. April did not argue. She did not debate. She was not going to share anything she was not ready to.

Before April returned we’d all stared at one another in shock and decided to switch topics and games so that Carla and Ebony could sober up for their respective drives home. Tracy and April were staying until the morning so we could all do the Sunday bottomless Mimosa brunch at the new lounge we’d heard about.

A few hours later Carla and Ebony made their way to their respective cars as Tracy made her way to the upstairs guest room. April and I did a quick cleanup of the living room and kitchen. Once done I headed to my bedroom to shower and she made herself at home on the couch.

My shower was fast and served to wake me up even though it was close to three in the morning. After my shower I finished my nightly routine. As I got dressed in a loose-fitting nightshirt I listened to the sounds of April chuckling at what sounded like a Golden Girls episode on television. I loved the Golden Girls.

I turned on the bedroom television, surfing quickly to find the station. Deciding I needed some ice cream and hang out time with April I waited until a commercial came on then headed into the living room. I figured the ice cream would be a good way to bribe her back to my room. She always gave the best snuggles when she stayed over. Either that or I just liked having her close.

“Hey lady, want to join me for some ice cream and a few episodes?”

April smiled and stood to stretch. My eyes greedily drunk in every inch of her form before she stopped to turn off the television. Working to avoid detection I quickly turned away to grab the ice cream and spoons. Once back in my room we camped out on my bed eating ice cream for two or three more episodes.

“You want to know, don’t you?” April asked, rather randomly, as I clicked off the television at the end of the last episode.

We were both stretched out on our backs propped up by my many pillows. At the softly asked question, I turned so that I was facing April in the darkness.

I couldn’t pretend that I didn’t know what she was talking about or that I wasn’t dying to know. “Yes, of course I do, but only because I am always curious to know everything about you.”

There was a deep breath, “Why is that?”

“What do you mean?”

“Why do you want to know everything about me?”

I knew that she knew. It was one of those things that went unspoken between us. I couldn’t believe she was calling me on it though. I rolled to my back and stared at the ceiling. “Because we are friends,” I uttered, not even convincing myself.

“We are,” she replied followed by a long sigh. Then softly she said, “I had this ex who rather enjoyed it.”

My eyebrows crinkled in confusion and I was glad she couldn’t see my reaction. Possibly asexual April and an ex that liked to tie her up. It seemed very strange. “How did you like it when he tied you up?” I asked, because what else does one ask after an admission like that?

“She, not he,” she whispered before adding, “I hated being tied up. But I needed to feel it and understand it before I could…” her voice trailed off a bit, “… she enjoyed when I tied her up. She enjoyed that and every second of what I did to her while she was.”

“Oh,” was my muffled reply. It sounded like a stutter in my head but emerged more like a gasp. After, there was silence for a full five minutes as I tried to gather my wits.

I am by no means a prude. I am bisexual. Tracy and I share that orientation while Carla and Ebony are very clearly and very proudly heterosexual. However, the jury had always been out regarding April. She always spoke in general terms, she never used pronouns and she referred to exes as “partner” while referring to any brief current dates as “newbie.” She’d given brief glimpses of her tastes, but they were only ever hints. As a group, we knew things like Ebony loves anal more than life itself; Carla is obsessed with swallowing and Tracy is not a fan of going down on men at all. Yet none of us knew if April had ever given anyone oral or whether she liked being penetrated anywhere, let alone in her ass. So, the new flood of information from April’s revelation was — intense, to say the least.

The truth is. It seemed ten times more intense because of the underlying crush I’d been nursing for her for over a year. So, for a brief time, I attempted to process the thought of April being open to sleeping with women, being tied up by one, tying one up and doing all manner of things to her — which the girl liked, of course. The problem came while working to not picture me as the extra in any of those scenarios.

I was so quiet April took it as a rebuff and got up to leave.

“Don’t you dare,” I started, pulling her arm to bring her back down on the bed. She went rigid at the command but somehow, I knew to change tactics. “Please stay, it was just a lot to process at first. Please.”

April paused, then slowly lay back down.

After a few minutes, I quietly asked, “Did you like tying her up and — all the stuff you did after?”

She shifted and I could tell she was now facing me because I could feel her breath grazing softly across my arms.

“Yes.”

My breath caught. I was processing, working my way up to asking another question when I felt her move. It was like time stood still as her hand grazed across my shoulder on the way to tangle in my hair. Seconds turned into forever as she briefly caressed my head before using the position to force my head closer to hers. We were so close our lips almost touched. She was the only thing separating us as a moan escaped my lips where I knew her lips hovered right above mine.

“You feel that? Feel your heart racing? Feel that wetness building between your thighs? Feel how your clit throbs every time my breath reaches your skin? Feel how every time my fingers tighten in your hair you arch toward me?”

I moaned my response, unable to form real words.

“Don’t moan slut, answer me when I ask you a question.”

“Y-yes I feel it all,” I stammered out in confusion. Had I just answered to slut?

“So do I,” April whispered, “and I don’t like it, I love it.” Then she leaned in, kissing me deeply. She forced my lips apart and absolutely shattered any semblance of rational thought in mind. I could feel where her hands controlled and caressed. I couldn’t move my head and every time I tried to arch my body close to hers, use my hands to touch her or pull her closer she tightened her grip just a little and tugged just enough to let me know that she was in control.

Her tongue was exploring my mouth as she conquered it and as corny as it sounds I was drowning in every drop of her kiss. There was never a second or moment when the thought occurred that I should move away. I never wondered whether I wanted what was happening. So, when April loosened her grip and effectively let me go I felt — bereft. I went from drowning in a lake filled by her kisses as she pulled my soul further down into her to feeling lost and shipwrecked on shore because she no longer held me close. It was the first time my mind had gone through such a swift emotional shift based in part on desire and sexual arousal. My mind felt like it would explode and the throbbing between my thighs told me my aching pussy wanted to race it.

April pushed me backward then slid a few inches away. We were back in our original positions staring at the ceiling.

“I apologize. We should have talked first. I did that wrong.”

I whispered a laugh that ended on a nervous squeak, “no, you very much did that right.”

A very low and fierce growl escaped April. Hearing it I found myself momentarily scared while I squeezed my thighs tighter trying to battle the increased throbbing the sound inspired.

“We have to talk first… discuss things… ” her voice trailed off.

I thought she was fighting for control. The idea of making her lose control both terrified and thrilled me. April was always in control. It was one of my favorite things about her. Life around her was generally easy because she was no-nonsense and she handled the world differently than most.

Taking up where she trailed off, I asked, “discuss what? What things?”

She whispered, “Us. This. Do you understand what this would be between us? Would you still want this little one?” Hearing her invoke the nickname she used for me calmed my nerves a bit. We were nearly the same height. She had me by about three inches making me the “Little One.” It was one of our many persistent inside jokes.

“April, I think the wet spot I’m lying in serves as an answer to your question,” I stated while pulling one of her hands between my thighs. I brought her close so she could cup my heat and I arched upwards into her hand. “I know you like evidence you can touch.”

This time the growl was a bit louder, a little harsher and accompanied by April’s swift movements. Her hand never left my mound but her other hand searched through the darkness finding both of my hands and pinned them above my head. She shifted her weight so that she was almost hovering over me, but forcing her hand harder against me. The pressure on my clit was driving me insane as I felt her breath tickle my skin before feeling her pull my earlobe between her teeth.

“You are such a fucking tease. It is taking all of my willpower to keep from devouring you right now. I am fighting the urge to show you exactly why we need to talk first.”

“Show me then.” I taunted. I needed to cum so bad and the image she’d placed in my head of being devoured by her when my release happened — it emboldened more than frightened.

I should have known better.

“slut, you aren’t in control here. I am. I decide when this happens, not you.”

There it was again. That word. Barely a syllable, only four letters, yet powerful enough to outline the situation for what it was. If anyone else, past lover or friend, had used that word to refer to me I would have been ready to argue and fight. Yet every time April used it I felt myself being tamed. I heard myself adding the word “your” in front of it.

“Please April, “I found myself begging, “please show me.”

Fingers pushed through my soaked lips and I was instantly full. My walls were slippery with excitement. The quick and hard entrance forced another “oh” from my lips, which April swallowed with a dominating kiss before pulling back, just a bit, to shift her weight above me.

The change seemed to allow her better access as her fingers (I estimated three) began to pound in and out of my sloppy wet hole. The sounds of my sex filled the room. The rhythm grew and then changed as with every two or three pumps in her thumb grazed and pressed on my clit, while her other hand pinned my hands above my head.

I was losing my mind, she somehow knew just how much pressure and teasing to give to keep me climbing, but without letting me fall over the cliff. I needed to cum so bad, but she was keeping me away from that point.

“You’re going to wake Tracy if you keep screaming like that slut. Is that what you want? Do you want her to hear? I bet you do. I bet you want her to walk in and catch us. You wish the lights were on so when she opened the door she could see my hands buried to the hilt in your dirty pussy making you my fuck slut. That’s what you want, isn’t it? You want our friend to see you being fucked and played with. You want her to watch as I make you beg me to cum. You better not cum until I tell you to… if I even let you.”

My moans mixed with tears then because the rhythm changed and the pressure was getting less and less. I had completely forgotten Tracy was in the house and I didn’t give a damn if she heard me or saw us. Though the idea of someone, anyone, watching April take nearly pushed me over the edge. I needed to cum. It quickly became apparent that my need was so intsense I had no problem begging for it.

“Please April, please let me cum. I need it so bad, my pussy is on fire.”

“Mmm… I know it is slut. But you are such a tease. I don’t think you deserve it. I don’t think you deserve to cum for me yet. Soon, but not just yet.”

I felt her pulling away and I knew moments of sheer panic, “April, please, for cripes sake, let me cum for you. I’ve waited so long for you. Please. Fuck! Please fuck me. Make me your slut. PUHLEASE. I need you!”

She was at my ear again growling as her fingers rocketed in and out of my sopping wet pussy. Her thumb circled and teased my clit delivering just the right amount of stimulation as she whispered in my ear, “Cum now slut, prove to me you want this. Cum now or next time I’m going to tie you up, play with this dirty pussy over and over and you won’t cum for days. Now… slut. Show me…”

There was more, but the words were lost in the fog of my mind as I came undone. It felt like parts of me literally splintered apart as April brought me, with tears streaming down my face, to the most explosive climax of my life up to that point. My body arched and my thighs alternated between tightening to lock in her fingers and opening as I tried to push her away. She kept control and kept fucking and stroking away until my body fell limp back against my pillows.

I was battling to get my breathing under control as I felt her fingers slip from inside of me and her weight shift away from me on the bed. I heard her slip away into the bathroom and a lighter, almost calmer version of that bereft feeling emerged. She returned shortly, walking to crack my midnight curtains to allow some light in from the breaking dawn. A quick glance at the nightstand told me it was almost six in the morning.

My breathing still wasn’t cooperating and I laid limp like a pancake. “It’s okay little one,” she whispered, “You’re mine, I’ll take care of you.”

And she did. She had a cool cloth in her hand and proceeded to kiss and wipe all the tender places. She rinsed the cloth and grabbed a towel, changing my position when needed to slide it under me. Once satisfied that I was taken care of and not lying in a puddle she lay down beside me. She then gently pulled me into her arms so that my head rested on her chest and her chin rested on my head.

“Breathe easy. Let my heart guide yours. That’s it. Let go.”

It wasn’t instant, but it was fairly quick that my breathing returned to normal.

“April…”

“Sssh. Sleep. You’re okay. I promise.”

There was so much to say, but the words were fuzzy and slipped away like the end of the opening music to the Golden Girls episode we’d been watching a lifetime before.

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“Well, aren’t you two all cuddly?” Tracy declared busting into my room a few hours later. “Why aren’t you dressed for brunch?” She asked before plopping on the bed.

April and I were more than cuddly. My nightshirt was in place and April was fully dressed in her tank top and sleep pants, but her body was completely wrapped around mine. It was as though she was pulling me into her while also protecting me from the world. It was at once completely smothering, but also intoxicating and soothing. Together we took up the space covered by the towel hours before. Tracy managed to plop down into space that hadn’t been covered.

“Why is the bed — ” her voice trailed off as she sniffed the air, “were you two in here fucking?”

I buried my head down even further into April and groaned.

April stared straight at Tracy and delivered a quiet, “mind your business Tee.”

Tracy chuckled, jumping up from the bed and making to leave the room, “y’all are nasty. Hurry up and get dressed so I can get my damn mimosas.” As she cleared the door I heard her mumble something about not being the 7th wheel.

April rolled us so that I was on my back and she was on top. She used her knee to spread my legs and then placed herself firmly between them.

In the patches of morning light streaming through the curtains I got to drink in the sight of her beautiful eyes gazing down at me, her lips full and delicious, puckered and stern looking. She was adorable and dreamy and the lust in her eyes took my breath away. Our gazes locked and I realized for the first time how much she had held in check, how much I had seen without knowing what I was looking at.

“Give me your hand,” she ordered, pinning my right hand above my head as she guided my left between us and under her sleep pants.

She never took her eyes off mine as she used my fingers, running them up and down her slit, teasing her clit over and over. She let one finger slide in, moved it around a bit then brought it up to my lips. “Taste me slut, you know you want to.”

I did, and I was instantly addicted. There aren’t any poetic sugary sweet words to describe the flavor. Her taste was that crisp clear musky flavor of aroused woman. I wanted more and went in search of it, but she grabbed my wrist and took control once again, guiding my hand until I pressed just right against her clit. “Be a good slut and make me cum. Do as you’re told little one… yes, there, right… ”

… then she came.

I saw it in her eyes, which she managed to keep open and locked with mine. I felt it on my fingers and against my body as hers trembled just a little. It was, everything, and I wanted to do it again.

“Mmm, good girl,” She mumbled before finally closing her eyes.

At the sound of those words, that praise, my heart skipped a beat. In that moment, I didn’t understand the feeling but it was just the beginning of my addiction.

When she opened her eyes again she smiled down at me, kissed my lips softly, then rolled away releasing both my hands at once.

“Get dressed little one, we’ll talk after brunch.”

I smiled, rolling from the bed to stand beside it. I decided to try my hand at being a tease to see what reaction I could cause. I pulled my nightshirt over my head and tossed it into the hamper sitting in front of my closet. I was completely naked in front of April for the first time.

I heard her clear her throat and turned to face her, “Later, we will discuss where you want this to go. If it goes where I think it will, one of the first rules you will learn to abide is this: if you are naked in front of me I will take you and will do with you what I want.”

I smiled.

She jumped from the bed and stalked toward me stopping when her body pinned me against the wall. “Don’t smile. That slutty pussy of yours may yet end up signing you up for things you cannot handle.”

I stood pinned to the spot, the throbbing between my legs intense as I watched her stalk her way to the bathroom. Even through my desire I found myself wondering if maybe she was right.

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The Pecking Order

by tomlitilia

This story spans a few different categories. The domination theme is rather mild, but I still think it best belongs in this category. A big thanks to Ginger_Scent for her very valuable editing comments.

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You work with what you got. That’s what Sara had concluded, and the fact that her breasts were on the tiny side didn’t bother her anymore. Why should it? They were cute, and whatever she might be lacking on that end, nature had more than well compensated her with the most perfectly round ass. As she developed her figure, she had been embarrassed about her tush, thinking that it looked oversized and weird against her otherwise slim frame. But the embarrassment faded into acceptance, and then turned into pride. Now at 22, she knew her ass was sexy, and she increasingly enjoyed the thrills of wearing tight fitted skirts or pants to accentuate its round shape.

Marie and Sara met through the local gym. Even though Marie was eight years older, they became good friends. Neither of them had any siblings, so they had developed a big/little sister dynamic neither knew they had been missing. They sometimes joked about how they had adopted each other. No one would however take them for sisters by their appearances. Marie had long, dark curls that matched her deep brown eyes well whereas the blue eyed Sara kept her straight blonde hair comparably short. Marie was curvy and nearly a head taller than her petite little friend. Petite besides her perky bum that is. Not that Marie had any problems with her own ass, but when she wanted to look sexy, she would primarily emphasize her large breast.

The age gap between the two women wasn’t huge, but it became more significant between Sara and Marie’s boyfriend, the 39-year-old Michael. It would have been pushing it to say that Sara and Michael were friends per se, but they enjoyed each other’s company when they met. Michael had been a bit skeptical about socializing with someone so much younger than himself, but he soon realized that he found it rewarding. It wasn’t because Sara was mature for her age – that’s rarely the case with anyone as far as he was concerned. Rather, she seemed to be comfortably and confidently acting her own age, and that made her interesting to spend time with.

“Wow, that’s so old!” Sara’s blurted out to his face when she learned Michael was close to 40.

Sure, he looked older than the guys her own age, but she had guessed he was younger than that, assuming he was about the same age as Marie. Perhaps it was hard to tell with his beard, even though he kept it quite short. Sara didn’t have a thing for older guys in general, and she probably wouldn’t have looked twice at him if it hadn’t been for the fact that he was Marie’s boyfriend. She thought Marie was awesome, and had been curious to see what kind of guy he was to attract her surrogate big sister. Observing him in that light, she had to admit she found him attractive. He was smart and far more sophisticated than she was used to, not to mention physically appealing with those broad shoulders and his cute smile. He was manly, but far from macho.

She knew he was just old in comparison to herself, but still started making a point out of teasing him for it, sneaking in a comment whenever she found a way to do so.

“Hey, watch your back old man.”

“Don’t eat that, it’s not good for your cholesterol.”

“Shall I get you your walker?”

He took the first few comments on the chin, but soon started retaliating, making the point that she was young and inexperienced.

“So, Sara, what do you want to be when you grow up?”

“Is that your tricycle parked outside?”

It was all in good fun. Or was it too much fun? Marie had picked up on a flirtatious tone within their back and forth teasing. She felt she should be bothered by it, but strangely found that she didn’t mind. Perhaps it was because she trusted them both, and she also thought that as long as they acted like that in front of her, they weren’t doing anything behind her back. In the back of her head, she even had a sense of pride that Sara obviously found her boyfriend attractive. And why wouldn’t she? He was a sexy man in his own ruggedly handsome way. Height probably wasn’t an issue for her short blonde friend, but Marie was glad that he was at least slightly taller than herself. Her height had been an issue when she was young and she still liked the idea of being shorter than her man.

Then again, with a pair of high heels they were at eye level. That had its perks when she wanted to live out her desire for being the dominant part in their sexual interactions, a thrill she had discovered lately.

As much as he tried to be discreet about it, Marie also noticed the glances Michael was giving Sara, especially those directed to her beautiful bum. For reasons she didn’t quite understand herself, she didn’t mind. But a man had to be blind not to look at that, and even most women couldn’t help themselves. Marie was no exception. It was actually the first thing she noticed when she initially saw Sara at the gym. It had been impossible not to stare at that ass, moving tauntingly on the treadmill. Even after they got to know each other and went there together, Marie sometimes half subconsciously picked a machine behind her friend. No one could deny that Sara’s ass was a thing of beauty, and the way it moved in those revealing tights was nothing short of mesmerizing.

The age difference between Sara and her befriended couple became obvious when comparing their living arrangement. Marie and Michael owned a house, whereas Sara had very little stability in terms of housing. As a university student, she was constantly switching from one affordable short term accommodation to the next. Sometimes there would be a gap between moving out of one place and in to the next, and Michael and Marie always let her stay in their guest room when this happened. It allowed Sara to quickly become close to the couple.

Michael hadn’t been particularly keen on having a long term house guest the first time Marie proposed it. Yet, he didn’t like to argue against his girlfriend, especially when he knew she was doing the right thing. His always-so-caring girlfriend had to look out for her adopted little sister. He soon realized that he actually enjoyed having Sara around. Her bubbly and cocky attitude brought some energy into the household. And he’d be fooling himself if he didn’t admit that having another attractive young lady around the house also had its perks. As she got comfortable around the house, she occasionally even started walking around in just her underwear, making it impossible not to stare at her beautiful ass. It had inspired many dirty fantasies. He tried not to be obvious with his glances, but he was sure Marie noticed sometimes.

As much as Sara liked the attention, she had originally thought that showing off her goods in just her panties might be overstepping some boundary. She had no intention of violating Marie’s trust. Yet, Sara felt that her friend was actually sanctioning it. The first time Michael had seen her in her panties, it had been unintentional. Michael was out one evening and Marie and Sara were at home, casually watching some TV before going to bed. As it was just the girls, Sara followed Marie’s lead and just wore a singlet and panties. When Michael got home earlier than predicted and joined them in the couch, Sara didn’t think about what she was wearing. But as she got up to get a drink, she realized that she might be inappropriately dressed.

“I should probably put something on,” she said.

“Nah, don’t worry about it,” Marie responded and continued with a playful tone. “I’m sure Michael doesn’t mind.”

Caught on the spot, Michael had no response but a nervous laugh. Sara looked at Marie, then at Michael. She smirked and shrugged her shoulders, pretending that she didn’t care one way or the other.

“OK, just don’t get a heart attack, old man,” she teased. Michael didn’t retaliate this time.

Later that night when Marie and Michael were lying in bed, she explicitly told him that she was well aware that she knew he often checked out Sara, and particularly her ass. She teased him, but let him know she was OK with it. Given that it had been her idea to let the young girl stay with them, she thought her boyfriend shouldn’t have to feel bad when he couldn’t help letting his eyes wander from time to time. She kept to herself the fact that watching Sara walk around in her panties was a treat for her too.

“Yeah, it’s a bit hard not to look sometimes,” Michael admitted, knowing better than to pretend he wasn’t guilty. “But I’m sure you know I have the same problem with you,” he continued and let his eyes drop to his girlfriend’s breasts, still hidden in a tight singlet.

Marie sat up and looked down on her chest, watching her sizable nipples poking out as if begging to be released. She removed the top and exposed her breasts to her boyfriend, letting them move in front of his face as she straddled him.

“You naughty man,” she teased him. “I think you need to be punished.”

She leaned forward over Michael’s naked torso, aligning her dangling breasts with his face. She rocked her body sideways, slapping his face with her swaying tits. The smacking sound mixed with her boyfriend’s panting, and she knew just how turned on he was by her domineering behavior.

“Suck them,” she commanded as she grabbed one of her tits and shoved it in his face. The two of them moaned in unison as he took the nipple in his mouth. Worshiping his girlfriend’s tits was among the things he enjoyed the most. He loved sucking her nipples, letting his tongue swirl around their exciting texture. Grunting, he kissed, licked and sucked his girlfriend’s breast for several minutes before she moved them away from his face.

She stood up and removed her panties. A powerful sensation ran through her body as she stood above him, watching him stare up at her now naked pussy. She always trimmed her pubes a bit, but kept a significant amount of black hair down there. She liked how it would tickle his face in the same way his beard tickled her wet lips. They exchanged a wicked smile, both knowing exactly what she was about to do. She lowered herself onto his face.

“Lick me,” she panted as she settled her pussy on his mouth.

He eagerly obeyed, letting his tongue caress her slit. The wet sound of his licking filled the room as he explored her folds. He slipped into a mindset where his whole being was dedicated to giving his girlfriend all the pleasure she deserved, and the excitement he felt as she slid back and forth over his face was driving him wild.

Marie loved riding her boyfriend’s face, and they had perfected the act over the years. He immediately knew what she wanted him to do as she switched between different dominating activities. Sometimes she pressed her clit against his mouth to let him flick his tongue over it. She also used his tongue for penetration, making him get as deep inside her as he could.

That night she was in the mood for that extra level of naughty pleasure. She started moving her pussy back and forth over his face, each time moving slightly further up than the thrust before. She could see his eyes widening as he realized what she was doing. Obediently, he extended his tongue, letting her decide where she wanted it. She teased herself with it, not quite letting it reach the spot that now craved stimulation. As she finally slid up high enough to let Michael’s tongue make contact with her puckered asshole, she let out a loud moan. She smirked wickedly down at her boyfriend underneath her as she felt him running his tongue around her sensitive opening.

He used his hands to steady her on his face, and she used her left hand to hold him in place by grabbing on to his hair. The pleasure he was giving her ass was driving her crazy, but her pussy was screaming for attention too. She slid her right hand down and caressed her lower lips. Her middle finger found her clit, and she started circling it. It felt so good, and she knew it would excite Michael to watch her touching herself just over his face. She could tell she was right by the way he grunted. She was on a sexual high, and between the sensation of her boyfriend lapping away at her ass and her own fingers circling her clit, she could have made herself come in no time.

But she wanted more. She slid away from his face, and moved down and unceremoniously tugged away his underwear. His rock hard cock was ready for her pleasure. In her aroused state, she had troubles deciding on where she wanted it, her every orifice screaming for penetration. She decided it was her pussy that craved it the most. She straddled him and guided his cock inside her, her pussy so ready that he slid straight up inside her in one seamless motion.

With her otherwise so calm and caring personality, it was thrilling for Michael to see her overpowered by this sexual beast inside her. As she rode him aggressively, he could tell she was consumed with carnal delight. Reaching for even higher levels of pleasure, she started rubbing her sensitive asshole. Her guttural sounds filled the room as she teased her other opening. She removed her fingers briefly to coat them with generous amounts of saliva. She then returned them to her ass and pushed inside herself – first one finger and then another. Michael could feel her fingers rhythmically rubbing against his cock inside her as she fucked her own ass. Lost in her pleasure, Marie placed her free hand on Michael’s face, pressing him down into the pillow beneath his head as she steadied herself. She was forcefully insatiable, and he loved it.

To arouse her further, Michael started licking her hand and fingers as she pressed against his face. He used one of his hands to rub her tits, flicking his thumb over her stiff nipples. He presented the other hand to her mouth, and she greedily started sucking on his fingers. With all this stimulation, it was soon impossible for either of them hold back. As Marie started shaking with ecstasy, Michael felt his own orgasm overtake his body. They climaxed together, screaming out in fervor.

They had been very loud. Michael had actually forgotten about their house guests, and in the heat of the moment, he hadn’t thought that she clearly would have heard them.

Marie had though. The thought that Sara must have heard them fucking had just added to the sensation, and in the afterglow of her orgasm, she still felt excited by this.

The morning after, Sara greeted them with a pleased grin.

“Did you have fun last night, Michael?” she asked. “You know, at your age, you should really take it more easy.” Like she often would, she laughed at her own comment.

Michael first looked a bit sheepish, embarrassed that they forgot to be quiet with a guest in the house. Looking at his girlfriend, she however looked more amused than ashamed. He decided to retaliate.

“Well Sara, one day you’ll be old enough to have some adult fun too.”

Sara only stuck her tongue out at him as a reply, and Michael felt pleased with himself. That was what she usually did when she couldn’t think of a good comeback.

With Marie’s approval, Sara more often than not found an excuse not to wear pants around their house. She undeniably had an exhibitionistic streak, and it felt good to live it out in a safe environment. Marie’s blessing allowed her to wholeheartedly enjoy the thrill, and when she had to wear something more than panties, she often picked even more revealing outfits than she had before. She knew it was a way of teasing Michael, and she figured that it kind of gave her an upper hand in their bickering.

Her new level of exhibitionism wasn’t lost on Michael, and he didn’t complain. Even though he’d never allow himself to do anything but look, that was thrilling enough. The energy that Sara brought into the house now seemed to be sexual as well, and he noticed that Marie and him had particularly wild sex when they had Sara as a house guest.

Marie and Michael never allowed Sara to pay them anything when she stayed at their house. She had offered, but they knew she was on a tight budget and turned down her offer. They never said so of course, but both thought that having her and her beautiful round ass around the house was rewarding enough. Sara really appreciated their hospitality and as her latest stay was coming to an end, she had decided to treat them to a nice home cooked dinner as a token of her gratitude. When they got home from work the Friday night before she moved out, she was busy in the kitchen. Michael did a double take as he saw the girl in her apron, wearing only a singlet and panties underneath it. Her round ass poked out so sexily, covered only by a pair of black lace panties.

“I hope you don’t mind, it was just so hot in the kitchen,” she said, trying to hide a pleased grin. “Dinner will be ready in twenty minutes.”

“Great, we better hurry up and get ready then,” Marie said and grabbed Michael by the hand. “We can shower at the same time.”

“Ha!” Sara exclaimed. “That usually doesn’t make it any quicker.”

Marie just smirked and led Michael inside the bathroom.

“Come on, no time to waste,” she said as she started to undress, quickly shedding her pants and sweater.

Michael had seen his girlfriend naked thousands of times, but her body still had a deep impact on him. Watching her strip down left him temporarily paralyzed. The sight of her feminine yet strong legs brought back so many sweet memories of her soft thighs around his face. Her tits wiggled seductively as she removed the bra, and all he could think about was how much he wanted to bow down and adore them, letting his tongue explore her nipples. As she tugged down her panties, he desired to do the same thing to her sweet pussy.

Marie found it cute that her boyfriend seemed to be frozen in his spot, unable to tear his eyes away from her. She playfully tossed her panties in his face.

“If you want to continue your voyeurism, me and my lady-bits will be in the shower.”

Snapping out of his trance, Michael quickly shed his clothes and joined her in the shower. He kissed her on the mouth and unable to stop himself, he ran his hands over her naked body. He could feel his erection growing as he kissed her neck and then proceeded to let his lips make their way down towards her tits.

“Uh-uh,” Marie said and pulled his head away just as he was getting close to her nipples. “No sweets before dinner.”

Michael let out a disappointed groan.

“Later my love,” she said, feeling frustrated herself. She would have gladly fucked him right there in the shower, but it wouldn’t be right to leave Sara waiting out there after being so nice and cooking for them. Putting Michael’s desire on hold also made her feel she had a sexual power over him. That thought made her even hotter.

“Turn around,” she ordered and lathered up her hands with soap.

As Michael did as he was told, she ran her hands over his back and shoulders. The soap allowed her to roam freely without friction and she loved how his well-defined muscles felt against her palms. She pressed hard against him, and he steadied himself by placing his hands on the wall in front of him. She advanced down to his ass, squeezing it with both her hands. She heard him gasp as her hands nonchalantly advanced between his cheeks.

“Nice,” she said and playfully slapped his cheeks, giggling as he flinched.

Knowing they had little time, she continued downwards over his thighs. Kneeling behind him, she ran her hands up and down his strong legs, lathering him up. She could hear his breath getting heavy every time her hands wandered near his crotch.

“Lift,” she commanded and he chuckled as he raised one leg to let her soap up his foot. “And the other one.”

She stood up and ordered him to turn around. She smirked as she saw his erection pointing at her.

“And hello to you,” she said and laughed.

She was acting humorous, but her eyes were giving away her hunger. She leaned in and kissed him, and they both moaned softly as their bodies pressed together. Reluctantly, she backed away and proceeded to soap up his chest and stomach. She loved how his muscles felt against her palms, cherishing the feeling of having this strong man under her control. Unable to stop herself, she eventually found their way to his hard cock. The contours of his erection felt so good in her hands. She craved it, but it would have to wait.

“OK, I think you’re clean now,” she said, and grabbed the shower head to start rinsing him off.

“Oh, you’re just evil, woman!” Michael complained, his voice giving away his disappointment.

She gave him a devilish smile, but in honesty she wasn’t sure who she was depriving the most.

“Now go get dressed and help Sara in the kitchen,” she said and gently maneuvered him out of the shower. “And put on something nice.”

Michael dried off and made his way to the bedroom. He was glad it was attached to the bathroom, because it would take a long time for his erection to go down. Following Marie’s instructions, he picked out a nice pair of pants and a white shirt. They sometimes liked to dress up for each other even when it was just the two of them. The extra effort always put them in a nice mood, which led to steamy sex. Adhering to this notion, he picked out a tie.

“Looking sharp, Michael,” Sara said as he joined her in the kitchen. “Well, for an old guy that is.”

Michael chuckled.

“I was going to offer you some wine, but I just remembered that you’re too young, right?”

“Yeah, yeah… Whatever!” Sara said and poked her tongue at him. She’d only been legal to drink for about a year, so the remark was actually not that far off.

Michael opened the wine bottle, pleased that his comment had hit the spot. They left their bickering for now and sipped their wine as they waited for Marie. Their small talk silenced as they heard her coming, announced by the distinctive sound of high heels against the floor.

“Wow, damn girl!” Sara exclaimed as Marie made her appearance. Marie looked absolutely stunning, dressed in a black, tight dress. It stopped a few inches above her knees, enough to show off her stocking covered legs. The black high heels made them look even longer. The most striking thing was however the generous cleavage. Sara found herself staring, unable to divert her eyes.

Marie was pleased with the effect her outfit had. She had deliberately picked out her most revealing dress, knowing that Michael would appreciate the sight. She would not deny that she had also been spurred by the thought that if their house guest was going to show off her assets, she might as well do the same with hers. Both Michael and Sara were staring at her chest with a dumbfounded expression, and Marie enjoyed the attention. Maybe she wasn’t the only one who found pleasure in checking out her female friends.

“You better be careful – you’re going to hurt someone with those,” Sara said as she broke her trance and pointed at Marie’s breasts. “I suddenly feel very under dressed.”

She had become so used to walking around in her panties that she had forgotten about what she was wearing. With Marie and Michael suddenly all dressed up, she now felt inappropriate.

“I don’t think I even have anything that could match what you’re wearing,” she said. “And we aren’t exactly the same size,” she continued, again pointing at Marie’s chest.

“Don’t worry about it,” Marie assured her. “Just wear whatever you’re comfortable with.”

Sara contemplated her options briefly, but the choice was obvious.

“Well, I guess I’m already dressed then,” she said with a pleased grin and then grabbed a pan from the stove. “Have a seat, dinner is ready.”

The food tasted nice, and the wine flowed heavily as they dined. With that, the teasing between Michael and Sara began again. As always, Sara started it.

“So Michael, tell me what you remember from World War two.”

“Maybe you can read about it when you start elementary school and learn to read,” he replied.

“But you can’t read, right?” Sara came back. “I mean, writing wasn’t invented until like 6000 years ago, when you were already too old.”

Marie rolled her eyes. Here we go again… Michael and Sara kept at it throughout the whole dinner.

“Oh, I forget, are you really old enough drink?” Michael said as he stopped himself from refilling Sara’s wine glass. “Maybe we have some milk or something for you.”

“Nice try old man, I’ll fucking drink you under the table any day!”

“Wow, such a foul mouth on such a young little girl. Someone should put you over the knee and give you a spanking.”

For most part, Marie was filtering out their bickering, but this jibe caught her full attention. She looked at Michael with raised eyebrows.

“Is that so?” she said, the tone of her voice more accusing than she actually felt.

Michael tried to smooth over his comment, knowing he had stepped out of line. “Sorry, sorry… I didn’t mean…”

Sara giggled furiously at his embarrassment. “You dirty old man!”

It put an end to their bickering, at least for the moment.

By the end of the dinner, they were all in a good mood again. Sara suggested that they should all go out partying.

“Come on guys, it would be fun,” she said and got up to clear the table. “You guys are already dressed for it.”

Michael stretched his back. “Nah, I think I’ll skip it. It’s been a long week.”

“Oh, you really are old and boring,” Sara said in an irritated tone.

“Yeah, yeah, maybe you’re right,” Michael replied, not wanting to push things again. “But you two should go out. I don’t mind,” he lied, hoping his girlfriend wouldn’t leave.

“What do you say Marie?” Sara asked. “Want to leave this old fart at home and go to a club or something?”

“I don’t think so,” Marie said and leaned back in her chair to relax. “It’s been a long week for me too.”

Sara sighed, increasingly annoyed with her older friends. “Ah, fuck it. You’re old and boring too.”

“Are you having a go at me too, now?” Marie asked, faking an angry tone.

“Yeah, you’ve spent too much time with this fossil, and now you’ve caught the old-and-boring virus.”

Marie smirked. “Listen to you. I’m starting to think Michael was right.”

“What do you mean?” Sara asked.

“That maybe it’s time someone did put you over the knee and spanked you, you little brat.”

The tone in Marie’s voice grew more stern as she spoke. She exchanged a few knowing glances with her boyfriend.

“Let’s get her!” she yelled and jumped up from her seat, with Michael following her lead.

“You have to catch me first, you old fucks!” Sara said and ran away laughing with the couple behind her.

Her ass looked absolutely mesmerizing as she ran in front of them. She didn’t have much of a plan to actually get away, and they caught up with her just as she made her way inside their bedroom. She put up a token fight, knowing very well that she didn’t stand a chance to either of them, much less them both. The three of them giggled and laughed as the couple wrestled her down over Michael’s lap with him sitting on the edge of the bed. She tried to cover her ass with her hands, but Marie grabbed them and held them out of the way.

“You bastards!” Sara laughed. “You old dirty bastards!”

Without giving it a second thought, Michael started spanking her ass. With his girlfriend pinning down Sara’s hands on the bed, he had unobstructed access to the young girl’s ass in his lap. He switched between the cheeks as he let his hand rain down on her ass. He didn’t do it hard, just enough so it would sting a little. Her panty covered ass wriggled ever so sensuously as she halfheartedly tried to get away.

Michael stopped after about ten quick swats on each cheek. No one seemed to know what to do now. Towards the end, Sara seemed to have accepted her ordeal and had stopped resisting. Now that he had stopped spanking her, she still didn’t move away. Absentmindedly, Michael’s hand was still resting on the cheeks of the young girl over his lap, his subconscious making sure that he took advantage of the opportunity to actually touch that sexy ass now that he had a chance. He only noticed where his hand was when he saw Marie looking at it. She had let go of Sara’s wrists and was now standing there with a quizzical smirk on her face. She didn’t look mad, but Michael quickly removed his hand. Beyond that, he had no idea what to do. The mood in the room had changed. Many times had he fantasized about spanking Sara, feeling that both her ass and attitude were asking for it. Even though this had been more of a joke he felt a stir in his crotch, and he hoped the girl over his lap wouldn’t notice.

Sara didn’t know what to do either. This wasn’t a situation she had planned for, but she was undeniably turned on. The way they had forcibly wrestled her into that position was striking a chord inside her. And the feeling of having her ass spanked had been surprisingly pleasurable, even if Michael had only done it in a playful way. She wasn’t sure what had happened, but whatever it was, she knew she wanted more.

But she couldn’t exactly just ask Michael to spank her again – if nothing else, her pride wouldn’t let her. Not to mention that she wasn’t sure how Marie would act. She decided to show them her compliance in a more cunning way.

“I hear you’re breathing heavy Michael,” she said, knowing full well why he was. “You really are old after all.” She subtly but noticeably stuck her ass further up in the air as an invite. A sense of embarrassment ran through her body, but oddly that just seemed to turn her on even more. Even the fact that she had handed over the decision about what would happen next to her hosts made her tingle inside. She closed her eyes, hoping for more.

Marie stared at the set scene in front of her. She could tell Michael was looking at her for guidance, staring up at her with questioning but lustful eyes. No doubt did he want to move things further. He probably didn’t notice himself, but he instinctively held his hand raised and open, all ready to continue his assault on the sexy ass in his lap. Marie was actually a bit surprised by how excited he was. Sure, she knew he got off on a bit of domination, but usually it was she who exerted her power over him. Then again, who wouldn’t want to spank that ass? It was practically begging for it now, Sara tentatively sticking it up in the air. All they were waiting for was for her to pull the trigger by giving her approval.

But should she? Where would it end if she allowed it to continue?

The answer to the last question was probably “wherever she wanted it to.” Michael and Sara were giving her the power to start whatever was about to happen, and Marie was sure they would let her end it as well. She was in control of this situation, and she felt her breathing getting heavier as this notion sunk in. She liked control.

In fact, that was probably why she was so unthreatened by the flirtation that had been going on between Sara and Michael. They had done it right in front of her, within the limits that she had specified. It was on her terms, and it was thrilling to have that power. Sure, she had gotten a visual kick out of seeing Sara walking around and flaunting her round ass around the house, but it wasn’t just the sight itself that had turned her on. Sara only did it after Marie had given her approval.

The sexual beast inside her had awakened, and it wouldn’t be put to sleep anytime soon.

She smiled approvingly at Michael. He raised his hand and nodded, but still had a questioning expression on his face. He still needed to be perfectly certain before going ahead.

“Wait,” Marie said, and she could see the disappointment on Michael’s face as he lowered his hand.

His eyes however widened again as she bent down and grabbed the hem of Sara’s panties.

“If you’re gonna do it, do it right,” she said with a pleased grin as she slowly pulled down the panties, exposing Sara’s apple shaped ass.

Sara gasped, but instinctively raised herself up to allow the older woman to completely remove her panties. She had been waiting for Marie’s move with such anticipation, and now she was shocked at how quickly things had evolved. Many different emotions were running through her head. The fact that she was showing her naked ass was arousing her, but the embarrassment she had felt before had increased tenfold as her ass had become exposed. It again just aroused her even more.

And it was Marie that had exposed her! The lovely, kind, always so caring Marie had stripped her of her panties, and was now looking at her naked ass. God, this was tormenting her in the best possible way. Still with her eyes closed, she pushed her ass up again and moved it around slightly. She subconsciously wanted to give her admirers a nice view, but also invite them to go ahead.

Michael however took his time. Sara’s sexy ass was on display before him, and he needed time to take in the sight. It was just so beautiful – perfectly firm and soft at the same time. Looking up at Marie, he noticed that she was equally mesmerized with the sight they were treated to, and the idea that he openly shared this fascination with his girlfriend made him even more excited. He felt his cock grow, and he was certain that Sara could feel it pressing against her. And yet, he felt no shame. Anything else would have been an insult to the situation.

The sound of Michael’s hand against Sara’s cheek echoed in the room. Sara flinched as she felt the sting, and she was surprised to hear a slight yelp escape her mouth as the shock and pleasure mixed in her body. She noticed that Michael’s hand remained on her ass, and she couldn’t help pushing back against it, silently asking for more.

Michael let his hand fall again, twice this time against the other cheek. His hand lingered on the girl’s cheek, and just as she started squirming in his lap, he slapped her ass again. The barely audible moans coming from the blonde girl let him know how much she enjoyed this manhandling, spurring him to continue. He couldn’t help himself from rubbing her cheeks between every slap.

A little harder now… Sara gasped and then twisted in his lap. As she settled down and awaited more, Michael noticed that her legs had been left open. He looked at his girlfriend, and saw nothing but aroused fascination in her eyes. He dared to be greedy, and leaned over and peaked at Sara’s pussy. Completely smooth, it looked so perfectly pretty. And he could see droplets forming on her naked lips.

As he again looked up at his girlfriend, she had that confident smirk on her lustful face – an expression he had seen many times before, but never in the presence of anyone else.

“I think you’ve had enough fun for now,” she said, and laughed as Sara opened her eyes and looked at her with a confused and worried expression. “No, no… Not you Sara. I just think it’s my turn to have a go now, don’t you think?”

Sara didn’t really interpret it as a question, but still nodded. The look on Marie’s face was unlike any she had seen before – warm and stern at the same time. It made Sara feel small, but also safe.

“Good: why don’t you get on the bed for me?” Marie said.

Sara obeyed, willingly taking it as an order rather than a suggestion. Things were quickly moving into unknown territory, and her head was spinning around the only thought that was manifesting itself – that it felt right to let Marie take the lead. Wearing nothing but her tight singlet, Sara crawled out of Michael’s lap and placed herself on all fours in the middle of the bed with her ass toward the couple. She figured that was what Marie wanted.

“Can you unzip me?” Marie said to her boyfriend. She held up her hair to give him access to the zipper in the back, and the sound of her boyfriend lowering it sent sparks through her body.

Looking over her shoulder, Sara watched Michael slowly lower Marie’s dress. It was impossible not to stare at her friend’s breasts as they came into view. Held up by a black push-up bra, their massive shape looked absolutely stunning. Sara’s eyes were however drawn elsewhere as Michael lowered the dress further. Marie wasn’t wearing any panties! Sara heard herself gasp as she took in the sight of her friend. Her dark pubes matched perfectly with the bra as well as the sexy thigh-high stockings she was wearing. Marie was glowing with sexual power.

And Marie felt as powerful as she looked. The choice to go without panties was meant as a pleasant surprise for Michael, but given the turn of events she was glad to see it worked on Sara as well. Marie rarely shaved completely, but her pubes were trimmed short enough that the details of her folds were visible. The blonde seemed unable to divert her eyes from it. Marie gave her a crooked smile.

“No peaking, young lady.”

Sara smiled nervously and reluctantly turned her head. She closed her eyes to focus on the mental image of her friend. This wasn’t the first time she had seen another woman’s pussy, but it was the first time she had done so in such a sexually charged situation. No doubt did the sight excite her. An unfamiliar hunger was growing inside her. Would Marie ask Sara to pleasure her? Tell her to use her tongue? Sara had no experience with such activities.

Her trail of thoughts was broken by the sound of high heels against the floor as Marie walked slowly to the side of the bed. With her eyes still closed, Sara felt the bed shift. She sensed Marie come close and kneel beside her. She knew what was about to happen. Her closest friend was about to spank her! On all fours with her ass exposed, she felt her heart beat rapidly in her chest as she anticipated a sharp sting on her cheeks. Instead she was treated to the caress of a soft hand.

Marie looked down upon the round ass in front of her. She had enjoyed peeking at it for a long time, and now when the opportunity presented itself, she wanted to fully indulge in the sensation of touching it. Kneeling at Sara’s right side, she used her left hand to softly trace the smooth outlines of her friend’s ass. It was truly a thing of beauty. She let her hand wander up on the small of Sara’s back and then down over to the other cheek. The sensation of Sara’s firm ass against her hand was sending shivers through her body. The soft caresses turned into greedy groping. She squeezed and jiggled her friend’s cheeks. The erotic experience was amplified by the fact that Sara was passively letting her do whatever she wanted, merely panting heavily in response to her touch.

Smack!

Sara gasped at the unexpected slap to her cheek.

Smack, smack!

Sara let out a yelp that perfectly captured the sensuous mixture of pleasure, pain and embarrassment she was experiencing.

Sara’s ass looked so sexy as it wiggled with every slap. Marie continued the spanking, completely absorbed by the intoxicating experience of dominating her friend. She barely noticed the bed shift as Michael climbed on top of it behind her. She didn’t even stop what she was doing as he moved up close behind her and kissed her neck. She could tell he had undressed though, and as he pressed his naked body against hers, she felt his hard cock poke against her ass.

“Feels like someone is all ready,” she said and chuckled. “You’ll have to wait a bit more though. I’m not done spanking this gorgeous ass.”

To emphasize her point, she landed another slap to Sara’s ass, this one harder than before.

“Why don’t you take care of the other cheek while I focus on this one,” she continued and squeezed the cheek her hand was resting on.

Michael didn’t hesitate and quickly moved over to Sara’s left side, facing his girlfriend. With her hand still massaging Sara’s ass, Marie looked down on his erect cock swaying before him. As she turned her gaze up to his face, he gave her a facetiously innocent expression. Marie smiled crookedly and slapped Sara’s ass again. Michael took it as an invite to do the same.

Sara was in a type of heaven she couldn’t quite wrap her head around. Every slap to her ass sent jolts of pleasurable pain through her body. She couldn’t help moaning, giving away how much she enjoyed being dominated like this. It made her feel embarrassed, but that somehow excited her even more. They weren’t spanking her hard, but the spanks were adding up and she felt a burning sensation.

Curious to see what her cherished tormentors looked like when they spanked her, she turned her head. Her eyes widened as she saw Michael all naked. Her gaze was immediately drawn to his erect cock, and she noticed that it occasionally pressed against her hip. She realized it had actually been doing so for quite some time, but she had been too focused on her spanking to notice. It looked big and no doubt ready to get inside her. Would Marie let him? Did Sara want him to? It would change everything in their daily dynamics.

Then again, weren’t they past that point anyway? A sensation of defeat filled her head as she realized that she would no longer have the upper hand in their bickering. As if reading her mind, Michael looked down on her with a pleased grin on his face. She stuck out her tongue at him, and gasped as he responded by giving her a harder than usual spank on her ass.

Still, she had no intentions on ending the treatment she was receiving. She was enjoying it far too much, finding pleasure in the notion that her ass was now an object of desire for her favorite couple. Their attention was shifting from spanking to primarily groping her, and they increasingly started running their hands further up her body as well. The attention of four caressing hands on her skin was thrilling. Without raising her upper body, she peeled her top off to give them unobstructed access to every inch of herself. She moaned as she felt a hand on each side slide up beneath her and fondle her inviting little tits.

Marie could sense the excitement running through her body. This wasn’t the first time she enjoyed another woman’s naked body, but she had never done it in this domineering manner. It felt very erotic to do so in front of her boyfriend, and they exchanged lustful glances. They leaned in and kissed. Their tongues were exploring each other as their hands roamed over Sara’s body. They bonded over the shared pleasure of enjoying their naked friend.

But it was time to move things further, and Marie knew it was up to her to lead. She moved her hand over to Michael’s cock.

“Looks like this one is ready for something more,” she said as she broke the kiss. She grabbed his hard shaft, and Michael let out a soft grunt at the attention to his craving cock.

“And you…” she said and slid her other hand down over Sara’s until it found her dripping wet pussy. “I think you are too.”

Sara was nearly hyperventilating. Marie was touching her pussy! The sensation of another woman’s soft fingers caressing her naked folds was driving her mad with desire. Her pussy was on fire and she certainly was ready for more. Still, she was too paralyzed to say or do anything.

Marie turned her attention back to Michael, and smiled as she saw his eyes transfixed on her fingers as they moved over Sara’s pussy.

“I bet you want to fuck this little hottie, don’t you?”

Michael’s eyes met hers and his expression was a mixture of lust and hesitation.

“Only if you want me to.”

“That’s a very good answer,” Marie said and laughed wickedly. “But first I think I need this for myself,” she continued and stroked his cock. “It’s mine, right?”

“Always,” Michael replied and stared straight into Marie’s fiery eyes.

“Good,” Marie said, glad that everyone agreed on the pecking order. She pushed him down on his back.

For a moment, Sara felt a bit left out as the hands that had been caressing her body were removed, but Marie had more in store for her. As the powerful brunette straddled her boyfriend, she invitingly held out her hand to Sara.

“Come here.”

Sara quickly turned around and took Marie’s hand. As she did, Marie gently but assertively pulled her close. She grabbed the back of the blonde girl’s head and pulled her in for a kiss. Sara’s head was spinning with excitement. The feeling of another woman’s lips against hers was very different from that of a man’s. The touch was a softer, but Marie was also more forceful than anyone Sara had kissed before. Marie’s tongue greedily invaded her mouth, and she felt privileged that she was allowed to exchange kisses with this alpha female her friend had turned into. She made herself smaller by kneeling down lower than Marie. It felt like the natural thing to do.

“Take off my bra,” Marie instructed as she softly pulled her friend away from her mouth by holding on to her hair.

Sara moved behind Marie. Her fingers were trembling as she reached out to unhook the bra that was holding up her friend’s massive breasts. She thought briefly that what she was experiencing was probably similar to the nervousness an inexperienced boy would feel the first time he was about remove a girl’s bra. She had to struggle to unhook it.

Michael watched with eyes wide as Sara set his girlfriend’s tits free, making them move heavily on her chest as the bra was removed. It was an amazing thing to watch, both of them naked except for Marie’s thigh tights. The contrast between them accentuated the erotic sight of them both. Sara’s tits looked tiny in comparison to Marie’s, but they were absolutely adorable with her pink little buds begging for attention. They looked very different from Marie’s darker nipples, but equally delicious.

His eyes were drawn downwards as Marie started grinding her pussy against his cock. Her lips slid easily up and down his shaft, her lubricated pussy revealing just how excited she was. His eyes wandered over to Sara’s pussy as she knelt beside his girlfriend and he could see that the young girl was equally wet, her puffy lips glistening with her own juice. It looked absolutely adorable. Would Marie really let him push his cock inside that smooth pussy when she was done with him?

“Here,” Marie said and raised herself up, breaking the contact with his erection. “Guide him inside me.” She could see excitement on Sara’s face, but there were also traces of hesitation in her expression.

Nevertheless, Sara naturally did as she was told and reached down between Marie’s legs. She grabbed Michael’s cock. It felt perfectly hard and smooth at the same time, and it looked massive in her petite hand. She held it in place for her friend. The brunette slowly impaled herself on it, and let out a pleased moan as it slid inside her. It was a highly erotic moment to watch the head disappear inside her friend’s pussy, and only when Sara felt Marie’s pubes press against her fingers did she remove her hand. As she did, she noticed that her hand had been marked with Marie’s wetness. Sara moved it to her mouth and licked it clean. She was lost in her lust as the exhilarating taste filled her mouth, and didn’t realize what she was doing until she noticed both Marie and Michael staring at her. They seemed to like what they were witnessing. Sara gave them a shy grin and then slowly licked her hand again.

It was a pleasing sight for Marie. It had been a long time since she experienced it herself, but she knew just how exciting the taste of another woman could be. Sara’s lewd behavior assured her that she didn’t have to hold back in terms of what she could make her little friend do tonight. As she started riding her boyfriend, she steadied herself with one hand on his chest and used the other to pull Sara in for another kiss. The two of them moaned into each other’s mouths as their tongues danced, and Marie sensed a hint of her own scent on the blonde girl’s mouth.

Sara let her hands wander over her friend’s soft body. Marie’s curves felt so sensual against her hands, and it didn’t take long for them to reach Marie’s swaying tits. They felt amazing. Their big round shape was very different from her own perky breasts, and the stiffness of Marie’s sizable nipples told Sara that her friend was enjoying her touch.

“Suck my tits!” Marie panted as she pushed her friend down to her chest.

It was the most erotic thing Michael had ever witnessed. As Marie slowly rode his cock, Sara kissed her way over Marie’s chest until her hungry lips found the hard nipple. As she took it in her mouth, Marie pressed the blonde’s head against her tit, demanding that she worship it. Michael knew just how delicious his girlfriend’s nipples were, and Sara’s excited moans told him that she was equally amazed by the sensation.

Marie was growing ecstatic. The physical stimulation was mind blowing, and the feeling of dominance was equally amazing. She was using her boyfriend’s cock to satisfy her pussy and her friend’s mouth and hands to pleasure her tits. Watching Sara eagerly suck on her nipples was driving her crazy. She did her best to hold back, but soon felt the desire to come overtake her. She grabbed Sara’s hand and guided it to her pussy.

“Touch me!” she commanded.

Without taking her mouth off her friend’s nipple, Sara reached down for Marie’s pussy and cupped it in her hand. It felt surprisingly natural to touch another woman, the pubes tickling her palm as Marie bobbed up and down her boyfriend. With Marie’s lips parted by Michael’s cock, her swollen clit was openly accessible and Sara’s middle finger soon found its way to it. She had no experience in pleasuring another woman, but she did what she so often did to herself, circling it gently but firmly. Marie’s escalating moans reassured her that she was doing it right.

With a cock filling her craving pussy and her friend attending to her tits and clit, Marie could feel her body move into ecstasy. The physical stimulation combined with the exhilarating feeling of control was beyond any pleasure she had felt before. As the orgasm hit her, it was a powerful release and she screamed out ferociously. She hoped the neighbors would hear her; she wanted the whole world to know of her sexual power.

As she came back to her senses, she released Sara from her grip. In the moment of heat, Marie had pressed the girl’s head hard against her tits and Sara took a deep breath of air as Marie’s nipple escaped her devoted mouth with a smacking sound. The girl looked messy with saliva and lipstick smeared around her mouth, and her hair bared witness of Marie’s rough treatment. But more than anything she looked like she needed to be fucked, her sultry eyes begging for it. Without moving off her boyfriend, Marie reached down and ran her fingers over Sara’s slippery wet folds, enjoying their delicate smoothness. Holding the girl’s gaze, Marie gently forced a finger inside her. Sara gasped and her mouth fell open, her entire expression pleading for more.

But Marie redrew her finger, leaving the girl empty again. She looked down on her finger, now coated with Sara’s wetness. As if investigating its texture, she slowly rubbed her fingers together, enjoying the slippery sensation. Turning her focus to her boyfriend, she extended her hand as an offering.

Without hesitation, he took Marie’s finger in his mouth. He grunted as the exhilarating taste filled his mouth. He looked at Sara with hungry eyes, letting her know how exciting the essence of her sex was. She seemed to blush as she smiled back at him, an unusual expression for a girl with usually such a cocky attitude. Instinctively, his hips started moving but Marie put her hand on his stomach to signal that it wasn’t time for that anymore. Michael felt both disappointed and hopeful as his girlfriend raised herself up, making his cock slide out of her.

As Marie slid off her boyfriend, she scooted down over his thighs. Sara’s eyes were drawn to Michael’s cock. It was glistening with Marie’s marking, making it look even more desirable. Sara craved it now.

“Come here my dear,” Marie said as she grabbed the base of Michael’s cock. “I want to see this inside you.”

Both Sara and Michael gasped eagerly at her words.

Sara straddled Michael, facing away from him. From this position she knew Marie would get a clear view of what she wanted to see. She leaned back slightly and placed her hands on Michael to steady herself, enjoying the feeling of his strong, hairy chest against her palms. The notion that she was about to take this man inside her was exciting, but the fact that Marie was going to watch it happen increased the sensation tenfold.

Marie watched her little friend raise herself up over Michael’s cock, the smooth pussy begging to have it inside her. Holding on to Michael’s shaft, she teased the two of them by rubbing the head against Sara’s wet slit. She could tell Sara was dying to have it inside her, but the blonde girl made no advances. She passively held her hips pressed forward, letting her friend tease her anyway she wanted. Marie was in control of their pleasure, and she loved it. Using one hand to hold Michael’s erection against Sara’s wet opening, she gently placed the other on Sara’s hip, inviting the girl to take the cock inside her.

“Oh, god,” Sara whispered softly as she lowered herself onto Michael. It was surprisingly easy to take him inside her tight pussy, but between her own and Marie’s juices, the cock slid inside easily. Knowing that Marie’s juices were now mixing with her own made Sara shiver, and she felt like it was both Marie and Michael who were filling her craving pussy.

Marie stared at the sight of her boyfriend’s erection disappearing inside her friend’s pussy. There wasn’t a trace of jealousy inside her, and she marveled at the eroticism of what she was witnessing. Sara’s smooth lips looked adorably cute, now parted by the same cock that had given Marie so much pleasure. She reached out and caressed their conjoined sexes.

“Does it feel good inside you?” she said, staring straight into Sara’s eyes.

Sara’s opened her mouth as if to speak, but ended up merely nodding in response. She had no words that could do justice to what she was feeling. Her mouth was left open, pleading for her friend to kiss her again. She was rewarded, letting out little yelps of pleasure as Marie’s tongue invaded her mouth. Controlled by her subconscious, her hips started moving and she felt Michael grab her thighs to help her grind on his cock inside her. She moaned into Marie’s mouth.

“That’s it my sweet little girl,” Marie said as she broke the kiss. “Ride my boyfriend. I want you to feel his cock move inside you.”

Marie forcefully kissed her friend again, grunting with excitement as their lips pressed together. She let her hands move over Sara’s body, excited by the sensuous feeling of another woman’s soft skin. Sara was still leaning slightly backwards with her hands on Michael’s torso, making her chest push out invitingly. Marie greedily played with her friend’s tits, fascinated and aroused by their petite shape. They were so different from her own, barely filling her hands, and the nipples poked invitingly against her palms. She looked down to watch her hands caress the pink buds, flicking her thumbs over them and gently rolling them between her fingers.

“I’m going to watch your ass now,” she said, moving up to lie beside Michael.

Sara knew her ass was an amazing thing to watch, and wanted to give both Marie and Michael a good show. She shifted her position to lean forward, placing her hands on Michael’s thighs for support. She moaned as the altered angle made Michael’s cock slide even deeper inside her.

“She really has a sexy ass,” Marie whispered in Michael’s ear, loud enough so that Sara would hear.

Michael just grunted in response. It was nothing short of amazing to watch Sara’s ass move before them as she bobbed up and down his shaft. He shifted his hands, sliding the left one down to Sara’s cheek and placed the other one behind his girlfriend. Marie reached out to caress the free cheek as they kissed, sharing the sensation of fondling the young girl’s ass.

“I just can’t get enough of this!” Marie said and shook the firm cheek in her hand.

Her voice gave testimony to the erotic high she was on. She sat up and knelt next to Sara, using both her hands to squeeze and fondle the perfectly round ass moving before her. At the same time, she enjoyed the hands of her boyfriend caressing her own ass.

“It’s just too perfect, and I think you have to be punished for it,” she continued.

Sara felt the sting on her cheeks as Marie started spanking her again. It made her cry out, but it was more from pleasure than pain, and she started bobbing increasingly hard on the cock inside her. She leaned forward to make her ass even more of an inviting target.

It also made her more exposed. As Marie greedily explored, she parted the girl’s cheeks. Even her asshole looked perfect. It was delicately pink and seemed to be begging for attention. As she glanced over at her boyfriend, she saw his hungry eyes focused on it too. She felt his hand on her behind moving closer to her own asshole, further giving away his desire. She smirked, and straddled his face, her eyes still focused on the girl bobbing on his shaft.

Michael was momentarily stunned by his girlfriend’s sudden advancement but it didn’t stop his tongue from immediately finding its way to her wet opening. Like he had done so many times before, he darted his tongue inside her, creating a poking object for her to ride. It was hard to embrace the eroticism of the situation – his girlfriend fucking his face while her young friend furiously rode his cock.

Marie was growing increasingly courageous in her domineering role. As she moved slightly forward, demanding her boyfriend’s tongue to tend to her ass, he grunted and obediently lapped away at her puckered hole. A wickedly confident chuckle escaped her mouth.

She continued to fondle and slap Sara’s ass before her. With the treatment she was receiving, she felt drawn to the most sensitive spot of the girl’s ass had to offer. But as she moved one finger in between the girl’s cheeks, she felt the girl twitch. With great power comes great responsibility. She decided she shouldn’t push things by overstepping what little boundaries the girl had left – at least not before making sure her friend was ready for it.

“Turn around,” she ordered.

Sara tried spinning without removing herself from the delicious cock that was filling her. It didn’t work particularly well, and she had to raise herself up, making her feel undesirably empty as it escaped her. Turning around, she was pleased to see Marie holding it in place for her, indicating that Michael’s cock was still available for her pleasure. Sara moaned as she lowered herself onto it again.

Now facing her friend, she let her eyes wander over Marie’s naked body. She looked so powerful, straddling her boyfriend’s face. As a treat for Sara’s eyes, Marie grabbed her own breast and fondled them. With a confident smirk, she lowered one hand to her pussy and began circling her finger around her swollen clit. Sara stared in amazement and her eyes widened even further as she realized what Michael was doing. She couldn’t see any details, but from Marie’s position it was clear his tongue was further back than her pussy. She quizzically looked at Marie’s face, receiving a wicked grin in response. Confirming her dominance, Marie pushed back harder against her boyfriend’s face as Sara watched.

“Play with yourself for me,” Marie commanded.

Sara mimicked Marie’s action, lowering her hand to her pussy to circle her clit. The two friends looked at each other as they played with themselves, adding to the pleasure they got from Michael beneath them. They stared lovingly into each other’s eyes as they leaned in to kiss, two friends sharing an intimate moment of erotic delight.

“You’re so pretty, my dear,” Marie said as she broke the kiss and caressed Sara’s rosy cheeks with the back of her fingers. “Now suck on my tits.”

Marie’s commanding voice send thrills through Sara’s body. The blonde girl dropped her face to her friend’s swaying tits, sucking one of the nipples into her mouth. It made them both moan. For Marie, the stimulation added to the pleasure of her boyfriend lapping away at her asshole, and her own busy fingers at her clit. She could feel another orgasm approaching, and from the intensity of Sara’s muffled yelps, it was obvious her little friend was close too. Their moans escalated.

“I’m coming!” Marie cried out. “Come with me my beautiful girl. Come for me!”

With Marie’s permission, Sara felt the orgasm overtake her body. She furiously rubbed her clit, and bounced hard on the cock inside her. As she started shaking, she used what little control she had to keep her mouth on Marie’s tits, destined to give her friend as much pleasure as she possibly could as they came together. Her efforts were aided by Marie firmly holding on to the back of Sara’s head, forcing the large breast inside the girl’s hungry mouth.

Michael felt a deep urge to come too. But without explicit approval to come inside Sara, he felt he’d better refrain. He had to use all his willpower to hold back as he listened to the sound of two women coming together on top of him. It was the most erotic thing he had ever heard, the authoritative grunts of his girlfriend mixing with Sara’s muffled yelps. He felt the girl’s pussy contract on his cock at the same time his girlfriend’s puckered asshole tensed up against his tongue.

“Aren’t you a good boy?” Marie said as she eventually moved away from his face, looking down on him over her shoulder. “That’s impressive self-control, honey. Don’t you agree, Sara?”

With her eyes closed, the girl nodded. She was still grinding slowly on Michael, sliding along his cock to stimulate her erogenous inside in the aftershock of her mind-blowing orgasm.

“I think he deserves a bit of a release,” Marie added as she leaned in and kissed her friend. Removing her mouth, she caressed Sara’s face. “I want to watch you finished him off with that sexy mouth of yours.”

Sara grinned. She was still in a state where she wanted to obey Marie’s every will, but that wasn’t the only reason she was happy to follow through with the proposal. She might not be as experienced as her older friends, but she did consider herself a quite skilled fellatrix. The prospect of showing off her talent excited her.

As Sara raised herself off Michael, Marie guided him up to a kneeling position. It made his erection look majestic. Sara lay down on her stomach before him, and could barely believe his cock had fitted inside her. Then again, the fact that it was glistening with her juices bore evidence of just that. With Marie watching, she was about to suck off Michael. It was hard to fully grasp the erotic reality of the situation.

Marie watched with fascination as her friend brought her boyfriend’s erection to her mouth. The girl took her time, curiously tasting his cock – a cock that had been coated by the wetness of them both. She nibbled at the head, moving her mouth around to inspect it with her lips. Savoring the sultry taste, her eager tongue explored the glistening shaft.

“Take him deep inside,” Marie said, and guided Sara’s mouth back to the tip of Michael’s cock, by gently holding on to her hair. “I want to see my boyfriend’s cock disappear inside your sexy mouth.”

Sara yelped at her friend’s words crude as she slid her lips over the head and on to his shaft. Michael moaned and threw his head back with pleasure as more than half of his length disappeared inside Sara’s mouth. Even though it was clearly Marie who was running the show tonight, Sara still felt that giving oral was associated with a sense of power. It was her mouth that was the source of pleasure, and she knew she could use it well. Looking up at the couple, she slid her lips up and down Michael’s cock. She could tell he was close, and adhering to her teasing nature, she released him from her mouth and licked her way along his shaft. By alternating between this and sucking him inside her mouth, she kept him suspended at the brink of eruption. It was Marie’s decision if and when he was allowed to come.

Michael was desperate for release, but he restrained himself from coming. His girlfriend controlled the situation, kneeling next to him with one hand on his back and the other on Sara’s head. The silent agreement of this night was that Marie was setting the rules. Besides, he also wanted to savor the moment. The same taunting mouth that teased him all the time was now sucking his cock. That though almost made him come.

Marie released Sara’s head and placed one leg between her boyfriend’s to kneel slightly beside him. From this angle, they shared the same view of Sara using her talented mouth on his cock. Marie enjoyed porn from time to time, but watching a girl give head to a man rarely gave her much excitement. This was however very different. Her best friend was sucking off her boyfriend – something far more personal and erotic to watch. Also, she was in control of the action, making it an erotic scene where she determined the ending.

“Do you like that honey, having your cock buried inside her teasing little mouth?” Marie whispered in Michael’s ear, receiving only a grunt as response.

Like was an understatement. The sensation was mind-blowing, and as much as he enjoyed Sara’s cocky attitude, he relished the idea of her mouth being silenced by his cock. He felt ready to explode.

“I think you should finish on her face,” Marie added, just loud enough so that her friend would hear it. The girl looked up at her with eyes widened, but made no attempt to protest. She only paused briefly before she returned to bobbing her head up and down Michael’s shaft.

Michael still couldn’t master more than a grunt, and Marie didn’t for a second expect that he would have any objections. What man wouldn’t want to shoot his cum on that pretty girl’s face? But she’d be fooling herself if she suggested that her proposal was made exclusively for his pleasure. She too desired to see this. At that moment, nothing felt like a more appropriate finale than watching her boyfriend cover her friend with cum. In fact, Marie wanted to be the one to make it happen. She slid her hand down over Michael’s stomach and grabbed the base of his shaft.

This was about to be another first for Sara. She’d never had a guy finish on her face before. It wasn’t because cum in any way disgusted her; she’d often taken it in her mouth. It just hadn’t happened. She thought about how this act had such different meanings for different people, ranging from humiliation to sexual worship. In this situation, the implication was quite clear. It was to be an act of domination, her face claimed for their gratification. That connotation wouldn’t normally sit well with her, but this wasn’t a situation she normally was in. The driving force was obviously Marie, and that made it intensely desirable. Marie was about to use her boyfriend’s cock to mark Sara as her property. This was so naughty, so over-the-top kinky… and so wonderfully erotic. As Marie took control of Michael’s cock, Sara backed away slightly, willing and ready for the inevitable.

Michael looked down on the girl as she removed her mouth from him. She was lying on her stomach before him, allowing him to look at her perfect ass. As Marie stroked his cock, the blonde arched her back by pressing herself up with her hands against the bed. Tilting her head slightly backwards, she was making her face an inviting target. His astonished lust must have been obvious for the girl as she looked up at him. In what appeared to be a defiant impulse, she stuck out her tongue at him.

“Come on honey,” Marie said in a sultry voice as she pumped hard on his cock. “I want to see you covering her face.”

Michael needed no further encouragement. His body complied with his girlfriend’s demand, and he felt a powerful orgasm overtake him. He used what little control he had left to take in the scene before him, Marie directing his cock to Sara’s face. As his guttural moans signaled that he was about to erupt, the girl closed her eyes. Her mouth fell open as she awaited her shower.

Marie felt Michael’s cock spasm in her hand. She directed the first stream onto Sara’s open mouth, amazed by the force as it splashed against the girl’s upper lip. She could tell Michael was about to deliver a generous gift for the girl. Sara instinctively licked her lips as Marie continued to direct her boyfriend’s cum all over the girl’s face, enjoying the powerful sensation of marking Sara as hers. As Michael’s flow eventually subsided, the girl’s face was completely covered.

Sara carefully opened her eyes. She could see the couple looking down on her, Marie still holding her boyfriend’s cock pointed at Sara’s face. They were staring wide-eyed at her, as if trying to store every detail of her image in their memory. No doubt was she looking like a sultry mess.

“What? Do I have something on my face?” Sara said, slipping into her signature cocky voice.

Like she often did, she laughed tauntingly at her own comment, but the tail end of her laugh had a nervous ring to it that Marie picked up on. She could tell that the girl was at least somewhat unnerved by her state – naked and covered in cum before her older friends. Marie felt she had to act. Smiling warmly down at her flustered friend, she held out her hands.

“Come my dear. Let’s go get you cleaned up.”

Sara smiled back at Marie, her cum covered face a confused mixture of nervousness and lust.

“You stay here while we go shower,” Marie said to her boyfriend as she led Sara to the bathroom. She needed a moment alone with her to make sure the girl was OK. Perhaps she had pushed things too far. And then again, perhaps she could push it even further…

Michael watched Marie walk away hand in hand with her blonde little friend. His girlfriend was glowing with female power, and the impression was amplified by the clacking sound of her shoes against the floor. She looked majestic. In comparison, Sara appeared even more petite than usual. It was fascinating to see this cocky girl submitting to Marie. He knew just how sexually enthralling his girlfriend could be, but tonight she had outdone herself. As they disappeared out the bedroom door, he felt like the luckiest man in the world.

“God, I must look like a slutty mess,” Sara said as Marie closed the bathroom door behind them.

It was unusual to hear the self-conscious tone in the girl’s voice. Looking at her friend, Marie knew there was no point denying what she looked like. Sara was coated with Michael’s cum, white strands hanging from her face and dripping down on her cute little tits. A slutty mess was a pretty good description, but in the best possible way.

“You…” Marie said and paused to tug the girl’s blonde hair behind her ears. “You look absolutely adorable.”

She tenderly kissed her friend. It was a sensuous feeling, two friends sharing a private moment of deep erotic connection. Still in her high heels, Marie had to bow down low over the girl to kiss her. She could taste her boyfriend’s cum on the Sara’s lips and as the kiss turned more passionate, she could feel it sticking to her own face too. She caressed her friend’s slippery cheeks, holding her face softly between her hands as their tongues danced. Breaking the kiss, strings of cum connected their chins. They broke out in a chuckle, both of them finding it hard to believe the situation they were in.

Marie still noticed that submissive shimmer in Sara’s eyes. It seemed the girl was keen to stay in her subordinate role. Marie decided to test this.

“Why don’t you remove my shoes and stockings,” she said.

Sara sunk to her knees, and as Marie held out her foot, she removed the shoe. She did the same to the other, marveling at how right it felt to serve this wonderful woman. She peeled down one stocking after the other. She smiled coyly up at Marie before leaning in and kissing her powerful thigh. It left a glistening mark of cum on her thigh. Marie smiled warmly down at her, motioning for Sara to stand up.

“Thanks my dear. Now, let’s get you cleaned up.”

Marie enjoyed looking at her friend’s messy face, knowing that it was she who had painted it. But all good things must end – possibly to make room for more good things. Grabbing a towel, she wiped the cum off Sara’s face.

Sara remained passive, feeling like a kid being cleaned up after a messy meal. It was a new and exciting sensation to willingly be under someone else’s control, and she did not want it to end. By accepting her role as subordinate to Marie, she felt closer to her than ever before. Now that they were alone, she felt it even deeper.

“Let’s get in the shower,” Marie said.

She grabbed the shower head and ran the water. As Sara joined her, Marie sprayed warm water over her friend, commanding the girl to turn around and hold up her arms to give access to her body. Returning the shower head to its holder, she soaped up her hands and ran them over Sara. Starting with the arms and working her way down the front, she enjoyed the sensation of the soft skin against her lathered palms. She lingered at the tits, playing with them while Sara passively held her hands behind her head.

“You have such cute little tits,” Marie said. Sara responded by pushing her chest against her friend’s hands.

Marie continued down Sara’s body, soaping up her stomach and hips. Reaching the girl’s pussy, she cupped the smooth folds in her hands.

“And this is adorably cute too,” she said and gently caressed Sara’s slit with her middle finger. She forcefully kissed her friend, feeling powerful as the girl whimpered into her mouth.

“Now hold out your leg,” she said as she broke the kiss.

Sara did as she was told. As Marie lathered up her leg, Sara noticed her friend brazenly admiring her naked pussy. She felt vulnerable, and she loved it. When Marie was done with her legs, Sara steadied herself by leaning back against the wall and shamelessly parted her legs wide to give Marie a beautiful view of her pussy.

“Very cute indeed,” Marie said and smiled crookedly as she admired the sight she was treated to. “Now let’s see that beautiful ass.”

Turning around, Sara placed her hands on the wall in front of her and bent slightly at the hips to poke her ass out. Using generous amount of soap, Marie massaged her cheeks, greedily rubbing the girl’s ass.

“God, it’s sexy,” she said, grabbing one cheek and wiggling it as if assessing its firmness. “I’ve been really curious to see it naked since I first met you. I can’t get enough of it now.”

She slapped it lightly a few times to make it shake seductively before her eyes. Still tender from the spanking earlier, Sara flinched at the sensation.

Marie stood up, but kept one hand on Sara’s ass, caressing the slippery cheeks. She let the other hand wander up Sara’s body, and as she reached the neck, she gently guided Sara to turn her face to hers. They kissed, both of them hungry for the sensual sensation of another woman’s lips.

Marie greedily kept fondling her friend’s perfect ass. As she roamed, she intentionally moved her hand in between the cheeks, starting at the top and continuing downwards. As she felt Sara tense up, she stopped her advances, but she didn’t remove her hand.

“Do you want me to stop?” she asked softly.

“I’ve never been… You know, touched…” Sara stuttered, not answering Marie’s question.

“Are you saying no one’s ever treated your sexy ass to that pleasure,” Marie helped her hesitant friend. Sara’s blue eyes looked up at her timidly. The girl shook her head softly.

“No…” she said and paused. “Well, no one but myself.”

She giggled nervously as she realized what she was admitting to. The two of them were close, but she’d never imagined that she would tell Marie about rubbing her own asshole for pleasure while masturbating. It felt surprisingly natural though. After what they had experienced tonight, she didn’t feel a need to keep anything from her friend. She wanted to be open to Marie, in every possible way.

“So then you know just how arousing that spot can be?” Marie whispered and moved her middle finger up and down Sara’s crack. She let it wander slightly further down.

Sara panted. “Yes…” She responded to her friend’s advances by pushing back against Marie’s hand. It parted her cheeks, and she felt Marie’s fingers take advantage of the inviting opportunity. They stopped a mere inch before their destination.

“But you never answered my question – do you want me to stop?”

The simple answer would have been a definite “no”. Sara felt her entire body quiver at Marie’s advancing touch. Her own fingers always gave her intense pleasure, but the novel sensation of someone else’s was so much more thrilling. Yet, she gave her friend a more complete answer.

“It’s not up to me. I don’t want it to be.” It was odd but inciting to hear her submissive words out loud. “I’m yours Marie. I trust you – you can do what you want with me tonight, and I’ll do anything you tell me to.”

The sincerity wasn’t lost on Marie. The explicit compliance coming from Sara’s mouth filled her with enthused warmth and various lewd scenarios started running through her head. She decided to taunt her friend, giving her a token opportunity to retract her words.

“Really? I could be very creative,” she whispered in Sara’s ear. “Are you sure you know what you’re signing up for?”

As Marie spoke, she moved her hand up and down between Sara’s cheeks. It sent shivers through the blonde girl’s body.

“I’ve got a hunch,” she said and lowered her upper body in submission, invitingly opening herself up for Marie’s exploring fingers. “And I know I want it.”

Marie’s fingers gradually approached their target, and Sara panted expectantly. But just as they were about to make contact with Sara’s imploring hole, the blonde was disappointed to feel them abruptly withdraw. Sara was about to protest, but Marie’s crooked eyebrow reminded her she was in no position to argue. Her pleasure was at Marie’s mercy.

“Very well then,” Marie said and grabbed the shower handle to rinse the soap off her friend. “It’s time to get out of the shower.”

No one spoke as they dried off. There was a sense of anticipation, both of them knowing that there was excitement ahead. As Marie wrapped her towel around her body, Sara followed suit. Just as they had left the bedroom before, they walked back hand in hand.

“All right, your turn to hit the shower,” Marie said as they entered the bedroom.

Michael was still naked, lying on the bed. Now that the two sexy ladies had returned, he didn’t really feel like leaving. Yet, he didn’t argue. Marie’s voice still echoed with erotic authority, and that was a good sign. He got up and kissed her, enjoying the thrill of her sensuous lips. He sensed a stir in his cock, and suddenly felt very naked. Both women were covered with towels.

“Yeah, go clean up, you dirty old man,” Sara said and surprised him by swatting his ass. She almost regretted it, as it wasn’t along the lines of the submissiveness she’d signed up for.

Marie smirked. “Fair enough, but remind him why he should hurry back. Show him that bubbly ass of yours.”

Sara turned slowly and reached for the hem of the towel behind her. She yanked it up, treating her friends to the sight of her perfect ass. Knowing it would please Marie, she leaned forward and arched her back. She felt her friend’s hands on her cheeks, and she shivered at the touch. Marie massaged her ass gently before slowly parting the cheeks, giving Michael a perfect view of Sara’s exposed asshole.

“Like I said, hurry back,” she said and winked at her boyfriend, who reluctantly tore his eyes away from the imploring sight. He nearly ran for the shower.

“Now my dear, get on the bed for me,” Marie said as she pulled the towel off Sara’s body. Asserting her power, she swatted the girl’s ass as she motioned her to the bed.

Now completely naked again, Sara climbed on top of the bed and got on all fours, facing away from Marie. To please her friend, she relaxed her arms to lower her upper body. Sara felt humiliated by her own behavior, offering Marie her ass as a submissive gift. But she loved it. Emphasizing her humility, she reached for her cheeks and pulled them apart.

Marie admired the sight, loving the sensation of power. She could hear the girl panting anxiously. Knowing the anticipation was tormenting her little friend, Marie prolonged it by silently watching Sara presenting herself for her. Eventually she couldn’t hold off any longer. She let her towel fall to the floor and climbed on the bed behind her submissive friend.

Sara felt the bed shift as Marie joined her. Her entire body tingled with anticipation, but she didn’t move, holding herself open for her dominant friend. With her eyes closed, her attentive body registered every movement, and she soon sensed Marie’s warm breath on her cheeks. She let out a yelp as she felt Marie run her tongue over her ass, just to the right of the inviting valley between her cheeks. She heard Marie grunting behind her, and she was pleased that this extraordinary moment was exciting them both.

They moaned in unison as Marie repeated the action, this time trailing her tongue up Sara’s left cheek. She knew how exciting it was to be teased around that area, and continued to kiss and lick her way closer and closer to her target. They both knew where she was heading, but she was in no rush. To torment her little friend, she stopped just before reaching her destination.

“Beg me,” she said, well aware that asking her to go on would be humiliating for Sara.

Sara grunted with frustration as Marie removed her tongue. She panted. “Please…”

“Please what?”

“Please continue.”

Sara felt a sting on her ass as Marie unexpectedly slapped her, hitting her over both cheeks proffered by Sara’s hands. Sara released her cheeks, using her arms to raise her upper body slightly as she turned her head to look at Marie in dazed confusion.

“Ask me properly,” Marie said, looking back at her with a stern, yet loving look in her eyes. It made Sara feel small, and she loved it. She had always admired her older friend, but to be in this position of complete surrender was a brand new experience.

“Please Marie, if you think I deserve it… Will you please lick my ass?”

With that she turned her head again, and passively waited for Marie to do as she pleased. She gasped as she felt Marie grab her cheeks and pull them apart. Her body and desire was exposed in every possible way, and her asshole quivered with anticipation as Marie returned her tongue. She again traced her way in between Sara’s cheeks. This time, she didn’t stop, and Sara squealed with submissive pleasure as she felt Marie’s tongue against her sensitive asshole.

The experience was new for Marie too. She’d had lesbian encounters before, but licking another woman’s ass was a novel sensation. She’d been on the receiving end with Michael many times, but she felt that the implication was very different from what she was doing with Sara now. When Michael was licking her, she was demanding it, forcefully craving the attention of his tongue. Sara instead offered her ass as a gift for Marie to use as she pleased.

And she was going to use it well. Sara’s ass was perfect in every way, and Marie grunted as she continued to flick her tongue over its most intimate center. The sensation was intoxicating, and she pressed Sara’s smooth cheeks against her face.

It was in that position that Michael found his girlfriend as he returned. Her face was buried between her friend’s cheeks, and there was no doubt what she was up to. Sara’s eyes were closed and neither of them seemed to notice him. He marveled at the sight and couldn’t help stroking himself.

“I think we have an audience,” Marie said eventually as she backed away from Sara. She’d been aware of Michael’s presence since he came back, but had continued her attention to Sara’s ass for the pleasure of them all.

Sara opened her eyes and saw Michael standing there completely naked. She felt embarrassed by what he had witnessed, but apparently he had enjoyed it. He was rock hard again. She wanted to say something about how it was impressive for an old man to get an erection soon after the last one, but she decided to remain quiet. She didn’t want to speak unless Marie told her.

“Honey, can you get the box out of the bottom drawer for me?” Marie said, acting like it was perfectly ordinary that Michael had just witnessed her licking another woman’s ass.

Michael knew what Marie kept in that box, and was curious to see what his girlfriend would go for. She winked wickedly at him as he handed it to her, a loving expression shining through her authoritarian state.

Marie let out a pleased sigh as she opened the box. Inside was her collection of sex toys. “Here’s the one.”

Out of curiosity, Sara looked back over her shoulder. Her eyes widened at the object in Marie’s hand. Though she’d never seen one up close before, she knew that this plug-shaped toy was meant for the ass. She was nervous, but adhering to her submissive role, she turned her head back and closed her eyes, passively waiting for her penetration. She gasped as Marie spit on her asshole.

Marie nuzzled her friend with the plug, letting it explore the crevice of her alluring ass. The blonde gasped again as Marie placed the tip of the toy against Sara’s delightful opening. Ever so gently, she inserted the tip. Sara tensed up, and Marie retracted the toy. As the girl relaxed, she inserted it again. She teased her friend, gently moving the tip in and out of her ass. She smirked as she noticed Sara pushing back against the toy, her ass instinctively begging for deeper penetration. Being in control of Sara’s pleasure made Marie purr.

“That’s good, my adorable little slut,” she said, and held the toy steadily at Sara’s opening. “Take it all.”

Sara pressed back against the toy, moaning submissively as she devoured it.

Michael joined his girlfriend, kneeling beside her on the bed. They marveled in silence, enthralled by the sight before them. The toy was decorated with a jewel at the base, sparkling at the center of Sara’s round ass. Sara’s accommodating posture – displaying herself in this compromising position for their pleasure – made the imagery even more seductive.

“Fuck her,” Marie said, her domineering voice shimmering with excitement. She moved out of the way, inviting her boyfriend to position himself behind Sara.

Michael had no words to express his gratitude to his girlfriend for allowing him to enjoy their little friend like this. His cock stood rock hard, eager to get inside Sara’s inviting pussy once more. He rubbed it gently against her slit a few times before pressing into her. They moaned together. With the toy in her ass, she was even tighter than before.

He began moving in and out of her, amazed by how sensuous Sara’s ass felt against his hips. This time, he also felt the back of the toy against his pelvic bone, and as he pressed into her, it pushed the toy deeper inside her. The girl yelped in pleasure every time this happened.

Turning to his attention to his girlfriend, he found that she had taken a seat on a chair next to the bed. Her legs were spread wide, and she shamelessly rubbed herself as she watched them. She looked like a queen, expecting a good show from her servants. He repeatedly moved back so that only the tip of his cock was inside the girl before letting Marie watch it disappear deep inside again. He fucked Sara with long, hard thrusts. The performance wasn’t lost on Marie, and as he increased the intensity of his thrusts, Marie’s fingers grew more intense too. They were all moaning ecstatically, moving towards another release.

But as their lustful chanting signaled that they were approaching climax, Marie suddenly stood and held up her hand. She was breathing heavily, and she had to use much willpower to stop her fingers. She joined them on the bed, signaling for Michael to back away from Sara.

“Hold on, my dears,” she panted.

Sara disapproved, but she said nothing. She didn’t even protest when Marie slowly removed the toy, even though it left her frustratingly empty. Her pleasure was in Marie’s hands – and quite literally it seemed. The toy was replaced by Marie’s probing finger. It was not as thick as the toy, leaving her less filled. But the notion that Marie was inside her ass filled her with lustful pleasure. She moaned approvingly as Marie began moving her finger in and out of her ass.

“Join me,” Marie said to her boyfriend.

At first he didn’t know what she meant, but as she handed him some lubricant from her box of toys, he coated his finger. Placing it next to Marie’s, they pushed inside Sara together. Her tight hole embraced their fingers.

As Sara realized what had happened, she shrieked with astonished pleasure. She was having her ass fingered by two people at once, and both the physical and mental stimulation was intense. The pleasure her ass was receiving was unlike anything she had ever felt before. She soon craved more, and started greedily pushing back against their invading fingers.

Marie smirked. “I think she’s ready.”

She removed her finger, and Michael did the same. His cock was glistening with Sara’s juices, but Marie added more lubricant anyway before pulling him in towards Sara’s ass. She teased the girl with his erection, rubbing the head against her craving hole.

Sara obediently held still, passively keeping herself open. She was somewhat nervous about what was undoubtedly about to happen, but she was far more excited. She desperately wanted them to claim her ass.

Holding Sara’s hip with one hand, Marie used the other to push the head of the cock inside Sara’s ass.

“Oh!” the girl shrieked in mixture of shock and pleasure.

She tensed up, but made no attempted to move away. Marie let the girl accommodate to the sensation. Feeling that Sara was ready, she put her hand on Michael’s ass, guiding him to gently push further inside the girl. Knowing that she was in control of the deflowering of her friend’s ass filled her with a thrilling sensation of power.

With about half his length inside, Marie halted Michael’s advancement. She made him move back, and he gently began sliding back and forth, enjoying the intense sensation of Sara’s ass squeezing him tight.

Sara was overwhelmed, and she had to use all her willpower to relax. But as the shock faded, she was able focus on the experience. It was such an unusual sensation, getting filled up in this novel way. She felt Michael move gently inside her. It felt odd at first, but the more she focused on the sensation, the more it turned into pleasure. Intense pleasure. And as it built inside her, she began grasping the reality of what was happening. She was having her ass fucked! And it was happening right before Marie. The brunette had taken her seat again, her legs confidently spread wide as she decadently rubbed herself. Her fiery eyes were beaming with lust, filling Sara with delight. Michael had taken her anal virginity, claiming her ass on behalf of himself and Marie. This connotation amplified Sara’s pleasure, and she began moaning loudly. Her arousal spiraled upwards, and she pushed back against his thrusts, craving his cock deeper inside her.

Michael grabbed her hips. The girl was greedily begging for more, and with a slow but determined thrust, he pushed his cock all the way inside her. She screamed out in a mixture of shock and pleasure. He looked at his girlfriend, and noticed that her fingers’ movement had intensified. She mouthed at him with demanding lips. “Fuck her ass. Fuck her hard.” Michael obeyed, building up his thrusts.

Marie was high on power and lust. She had never expected that watching her boyfriend take another woman’s ass would be this exciting. It was a gift Marie had given him, and having the authority to offer up Sara’s ass sent jolts of arousal through her body. The power rush kept spinning in her head as she watched her performers. She could tell they wanted to please her, and they were doing an impressive job. She rewarded them by spreading even further, resting her legs on the armrests of her chair. It invited them to stare at the details of her compelling pussy.

Sara’s eyes were hungry as she took in the sight of her powerful friend. She had drifted far into servitude, and her largest desire was to be and do whatever Marie wanted. How could that woman make it feel so natural to obey her every whim? Sure, Sara had been turned on by the sight of naked women before, but what she felt for Marie was far beyond that. She realized that the desire to please her older friend had always been there in back of her head. What had been innocently seeping out over the years before was now flooding her senses. The dam was broken.

Marie was so near the edge that she only played with herself as a teasing reward for her servants. She felt like her pussy was glowing with power, demanding to be admired. Especially Sara seemed transfixed, her gaze locked between Marie’s legs as her body moved with Michael’s thrusts. Marie leaned back far in her temporary throne, and with her legs spread wide her pussy wasn’t the only thing to be revealed. She read the excitement on Sara’s face as the girl’s gaze dropped ever so slightly. Marie smirked confidently as she reached down along her sides and grabbed her cheeks with both hands. She shamelessly parted them, inviting Sara’s yearning eyes to admire her alluring asshole. The girl’s squeals intensified at the sight.

Sara was disappointed as her friend suddenly stood up, ending the bold display of female sexual authority. But as Marie paraded over, the anticipation grew strong inside Sara. Michael slowed down, as if he too wanted to see what Marie had in store for them next. The brunette had a self-assured smirk on her face as she climbed on the bed. She leaned in and kissed Sara on the mouth. Her lips were gentle at first, but quickly grew increasingly domineering. And the kiss turned sloppy. As Marie broke the kiss, a strand of saliva connected their lips. Sara caught it in her mouth before it fell, treating it like precious offering from her queen.

Marie knelt before her friend, facing away from her. She looked over her shoulder down at Sara. The girl’s mouth hung open, as if begging to be used. Marie purred.

“Kiss me,” she demanded.

With Michael still moving gently in her ass, Sara began placing soft kisses over Marie’s cheeks. Her lips roamed to make sure every inch of Marie’s ass got the attention it deserved. But she knew what was really expected of her. Increasingly, she focused upon the crack of Marie’s ass. As she did, Marie leaned forward slightly, causing her cheeks to part. There, in the crevice between the soft mounds, she could make out Marie’s enticing asshole. Feeling greedy, she pulled apart Marie’s cheeks with her hands, treating herself to an unobstructed view. At that moment, she found the sight absolutely beautiful, and she felt privileged to be allowed to gaze upon Marie’s intimate details.

But looking wasn’t enough. Still parting Marie’s cheeks with her hands, she leaned in and placed a tender kiss on the puckered hole before her. Both women moaned at the contact, and Sara felt her ass squeeze the cock inside her. She repeated the kiss, marveling at how sensuous it was to lovingly kiss her friend on this delicate spot. She felt honored that Marie allowed her to. Over and over, she placed her lips on Marie’s asshole, each kiss ending with a smacking sound as she broke away. Her lips lingered longer and longer as the kisses grew increasingly passionate. Before long, her tongue instinctively escaped her mouth, and she began ardently making out with her friend’s ass.

Sara’s busy tongue was driving Marie crazy. She steadied herself on the bed frame with one hand, and placed the other on the back of the blonde’s head. In an act of domination, she pushed the girl forcefully against her ass. Sara responded by darting her tongue inside Marie, making the brunette scream out in pleasure.

The sight made Michael increase the force of his thrusts, and as he shoved himself deep inside Sara, it pushed the girl against Marie. The three of them rocked back and forth in a synchronous act of carnal pleasure. Michael’s hips smacking against Sara’s ass, the powerful moans from Marie, and the sloppy sounds and muffled yelps coming from Sara created a sultry harmony that filled the room. They were ecstatic, all of them on the brink of eruption.

Destined to give Marie all the pleasure she was entitled to, Sara reached between Marie’s legs and began rubbing her friend’s clit. As she did, Michael reached down and did the same to Sara, his finger easily finding its target between Sara’s smooth lips. This was more than the either of the women could take, and they were overtaken by an ear-shattering climax. It seemed to flow between them as if they were sharing one orgasm.

Michael had to use all his willpower to not climax himself as he drove his cock into Sara’s spasming ass. It squeezed him tight as she came. When the women’s shaking and moaning had subsided, he pulled out and stroked himself to orgasm. He grunted as he shot strand after strand of cum over Sara’s ass. His flow was powerful, and Sara’s ass was glistening with cum when he eventually eased off. Sara looked over her shoulder at the mess he had created, and with a mischievous smile she began rubbing the cum into her cheeks.

The three of them collapsed on the bed, Michael and Marie lying on either side of Sara. They tenderly tickled her back and stroked her hair lovingly as she continued to massage her cum covered ass. No one spoke as they shared a moment of post-orgasmic thrill, each of them trying to grasp the reality of the erotic wonder they had created.

Marie eventually broke the silence. “You know Sara, maybe you don’t have to move out tomorrow?”

Sara had a puzzled but intrigued look on her face as she looked at Marie, and then turned to Michael.

“Yes!” Michael chimed in enthusiastically. “You stay here regularly anyway, why don’t we just make it permanent?”

Sara turned back to Marie. “Really?”

“Yes, really,” Marie chuckled.

“But what about the rent?” Sara asked, suspecting that she knew the answer already. “I can’t really pay what it usually costs to rent a room in this part of town.”

Marie chuckled again. “Oh, don’t you worry about that. You don’t need to pay anything. But…”

She paused as she let her fingers travel down Sara’s back to her ass. She patted it lightly.

“But you will have to leave this as a deposit.”

Sara broke out in a grin, and poked her ass out.

“Deal!”

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Fantasy: tied and bandaged 2 (photos)

The truth is that we delay this second part enough, but hey, as a reward we leave you some photos at the beginning and at the end of each protagonist

First Vane.

It is important to read the first part of the story to understand what was happening in those two rooms …

When he released my cock to get undressed completely I remembered for the first time that Ceci and Cristian were in the same situation, and knowing Ceci would be driving him crazy.

With those images in the head, I could feel how Vane was strung my cock inch by inch, was soaked after so much previous and that allowed in a few seconds to be sitting completely on me. What we took in that chair has no name, at 5 minutes I had my hands untied and I hit him like a deranged man in that divine ass, I think he had never affirmed me so much in one ass to give him a good slap, but as he noticed that I loved it and could not stop.

I remember that he told me in my ear what my dick had missed and that made me a thousand. I had to tell him to stop and change position because I was going to end up in her at any time.

When we left my house, we decided to finish with the video and take a quiet moment, both without bandages or ties and with the bed just for us. It is not worth reporting everything we did in that bed but it was noticeable that we had left something pending for the last time since in 20 min we did everything. I had to remember that something punctual would be his little face looking into my eyes while filling his mouth with milk to finish me a second time, unforgettable …

Hours later, already naked with Ceci in our room, I could see what they had filmed while she told me the details in my ear and I made a monumental straw. But as the video did not show the whole meeting I asked Cristian to tell me how I had lived it. Here is your vision of the meeting …

Vane left me blindfolded and tied in a chair and when he said goodbye he whispered in my ear aCeci as loud as he likes and do not stop, I’m going to do the same. With that idea I stayed in the head.
A few minutes later I feel like they are opening the apartment door. In that moment I felt a mixture of excitement and fever, I felt like she was moving close to me taking her time to touch me. Anxiety was overflowing and Ceci knew, it was a game of dominance where she had absolute control of what was going on in that room.
He began to approach from behind and kiss me gently on the neck, my breathing became stronger and it was impossible to prevent him from realizing it. When my breathing could not be more intense, Ceci began to caress my cock which was Very hard from the moment he opened the door. From one moment to another I feel like it starts to go down until I start sucking it all. It is impressive the way he sucks and how he puts it all in his mouth all the way through the tongue, it was clear that he loves to suck it. He started gently going through the whole cock, he realized how much pleasure he was giving me in that moment so he got to suck harder and to the bottom, I felt that I was going to end at any time. Just when I was about to explode she stopped, as I said before Ceci had all the control and dominated the situation.
He began to take off his clothes and to scrub my entire tail for his cock. To have an idea you have an incredible skin and body and a tail from another planet. Of those women that if you see them in the street you can not avoid turning around. While I was rubbing my tail with one hand I was grabbing my cock and passing it through the shell, I felt it all wet and that made me want it more, I had I want to scream. Desam, I want to take you now !!!, but I endured and decided to follow the game. I could not see her because she was blindfolded, but I could feel that she was very hot because of how she breathed and moved, I knew that she could not take much more, then suddenly she pulled the blindfold from my eyes, there I saw Ceci with that round little tail and giving me back while gently pulling out the tanguita I was wearing.
He looked at me and sat on top of me in the chair, I entered his whole cock and I could feel how wet he was. He began to move the soft tail in a very sensual way and I felt as I moaned in my ear when the whole of the cock entered to the bottom. We were both recontra hot and we realized we wanted to get stronger.
When she untied me I turned her right away and I put her against the wall to catch her very strong, she separated her legs well so that everything came in. It was amazing to see her moan and enjoy that way while pulling her tail back. I could not stop and I took her with everything I had to make her moan louder. We had a half hour like that until, in the end, we decided to end the fantasy and return each one with their respective partners.

As you can imagine it was an incredible experience for the 4, full of morbid and feverish. This did not remain that way and then we have had several more meetings that we will tell at another opportunity.

I promise

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Fantasy: tied and bandaged

After more than a year in Madrid studying, we returned to Montevideo to resume our normal life. Nobody could take away what we danced, the amount of experiences we had had no price and now that we had tried it we did not want to lower the level.

Luckily being in Spain we had met a couple of Uruguayans with whom we had loved and we had pending our first meeting.
Then we did a whatssap group and started to plan, we had a couple of experiences with them that came out spectacular and that I will tell at another opportunity. But this story is about our third meeting, a very particular exchange that we had never made and that left us as crazy to the four.

They are a consolidated couple of many years ago who had only made a trio but wanted to raise the bet and incorporate a partner into their sex life. Cristian is a big guy, fanatic of weights and good nutrition, you could say that it is pretty “square” haha. Vane is short with nice tits and a good ass, but it stands out for a beautiful face, with big eyes and a trunk that make you want to eat all day.

We had already taken all four, Ceci was delighted with Cristian’s cock and I with the body and attitude of Vane. Although we had enjoyed like crazy, I had been left wanting to see what it would be like to be away from your partner, so I came up with the following idea.
I proposed that each girl bandage and tie her partner to a chair inside her room and immediately travel by taxi to the apartment of the other couple. In this way Ceci would meet Cristian tied and semi naked in his room and Vane would find me in the same conditions but in my house.

We had never done anything like this but everyone loved the idea, that same night we had planned to do so as the fever began to rise. Not only was I going to be able to catch Vane alone but meanwhile I was going to warm up imagining Ceci riding Cristian.
The moment arrived, we placed the chair, the lights, the music and when I wanted to agree I was already in a boxer tied in my room. I listened as they arranged everything by telephone and in a few minutes I only listened to the music in the background, Ceci was gone and it was a matter of minutes for Vane to arrive. A minor detail is that we had decided to film both meetings, so there was a cell phone in each house strategically placed …

At last I heard the lock on the house (keys had been exchanged) and I think that my cock immediately stopped. They do not know what Vane is, a divine skin and an even better attitude, in short, pure fire.
I was wearing a T-shirt and a boxer, with my hands tied behind my back and a blindfold that did not allow me to see anything. I usually like to dominate so this was a new experience but it did not excite me. Immediately I could feel his body close to mine, his smell, his breathing, everything put me a thousand. It was a few seconds of games where he could not find his mouth until we finally broke the mouth of a kiss.
While he kissed me passionately, the bitch-daughter was tapping my cock over the boxer, leaving me to the pole in a few seconds. I could feel how he was undressing and almost exploded when he supported that divine tail on my leg. I had her sitting in her underwear rubbing on my thigh as she kissed me and she was slowly winking.

After that satanic franeleo decided to take off my underwear and start with one of his skills. A small detail that I did not tell until now is that the girl is crazy about practicing oral sex, that is, she is an expert sucking cock. I do not lie if I say it’s the best I’ve ever known, it almost makes you forget to catch and get lost in that work of mouth art.
Alternated his hands with his tongue and mouth, several times I had to ask him to stop because I was going to end up in his mouth. Deep down I would have loved it but I was blindfolded and I was going to miss the show.

When she was alone, she let go much more than before and we could have a much hotter dialogue:
Me: you do not know what I missed that you sucked my cock
Vane: and I missed this divine cock, I love it
Me: please stop sucking because I’m going to fill you with milk
Vane: still do not finish that I want to feel you inside, I want you to take me all
Me: remove everything and put it to the bottom
Vane: I want to feel it first like this, bareback, all over my little pussy

When he released my cock to undress completely, I remembered for the first time that Ceciy Cristian were in the same situation, and knowing Ceci, he would be mad.

From what I could see later on in the videos he was right, the motherfucker had enjoyed that cock so cute.

To not make this first part so long, it will probably be better to leave two memories of both encounters. First a couple of what Vane did to me …

And now of extra, what Ceci did with Cristian …

To be continue

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Carla and Laurita. Beginnings in BDSM

By TebiJ

We have decided with Carla to enter the world of BDSM, whose acronym in our case would be Bondage Domina Submissive / or Masochism.
Domina: feminine, Carla is the domina / ama.
Submissive: depending on the occasion. Me, Tebi or Laurita, depending on what he loves.
For those who do not know us, I tell you we are a young couple who have a lot of sex (almost daily) in which we both give and receive 😉 Always first Carla takes me with harness and dildo, then change and I penetrate it.
Returning to the theme of this post …
When I’m from Laurita I’m very submissive, I always need Carla’s approval. Carla is the one who allowed the existence of my female alter ego and she is also the one who teaches me to “be” Laurita.
Everything was born unconsciously, playing Carla dominate me in bed at my request. Little by little Carla began to take pleasure in it, deciding in what position we had sex, how I had to move, at what pace.
Then we discovered that I was fascinated that he spanked me, yes, I love that he spanks me and they pull out uncontainable moans. Also small pulls of hair while penetrating me, as if holding my hair while doing it, or penetrating me while purposely presses his body on mine.
Things did not go beyond that, a slight domination … until recently. That seeing a comic series, of those that we like to see drinking beer and smoking marijuana, we come across this scene:

He spanked her tail and she enjoyed a face of incredible vice. I instantly imagined myself as Laurii in her place and Carla instead of him. Uff, just thinking about it, I get excited. Before the end of the scene I had already asked Carla that one day I would like us to do something like that, to which she agreed very willingly.
So in this way, we want to venture into the BDSM theme. Of course, as I imagine all couples who like these practices will do, we have set preferences and limits already spoken.
After so many years (for our young age) we know each other well enough to know what the limits of the other are, which simplifies things a lot. Even so, we know that this type of practice is not something that should be taken lightly and we want to go little by little, with which we already have plans for our night;
Basically, Carla decided that I was only wearing the leopard thong with a pink bow that she once gave me.

I will put myself in bed in four and we will dedicate some time to just spank myself, until she decides and in the way she decides. So that later she makes my tail like she knows how to do it.
He also told me that he had prepared a surprise that occurred to him tonight, I’m dying of anxiety for the time to come!
We’ll see how it goes!
We would like to know if there are communities in P! Regarding the subject and meet people to chat, who tell us about their experiences or who could give us some advice or recommendation.
I found only two communities but they are not active, the last posts had a year already.

 

 

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