The Jockey: 4, 5, 6
Surreal escapade of a radio Deejay
Bondage and restriction
The Neighborhood
I stood by the window as I rubbed my ass hole and jacked off. I wasn’t fingering my ass, but just rubbing it. I had never felt this dirty, this horny or hungry for sex. I always thought of myself as a top but in that moment I just didn’t care… I was craving any type of gay sex, any. I was praying for anything, or should I say: anyone. I had the sudden urge to spit and I did so right on my penis. It almost felt like someone else was jacking me off which intensified my desires. I was so wrapped up in my game and my thoughts of different hot and cute boys feeding me their dicks and reciprocating that I didn’t notice my class mate and neighbor from behind playing with a friend outside. I had thought to close all the blinds but this window didn’t have any. I finally spotted the two boys and started thinking. They weren’t the hottest guys and hung out with the group who I considered to be rejects but not geeks, like “cool” and “loosers” in their own way. I had never thought about them in a sexual way. In fact, I didn’t find them very attractive, but my hormones kicked in and my lust and hornyness made me see them in a whole new light. I eyeballed them down as I continued my fun, oblivious to the fact that they would see me if they only just turned my way. They were throwing the football.
My neighbor, the tall one, had black hair flipped up in front droupy eyes and an above average sized mouth. He was tall and lean. He wore a polo shirt and blue jeans which he wore above his ass. He looked pretty hot at that moment.
His friend was a bit smaller. He was also a bit chubbier. He had black buzzed cut hair and a rounder face than my neighbor. He was wearing a red t-shirt and blue jeans like his friend, only he wore them a bit lower than him.
I stood there at the window fantisizing about them with my dick in my right hand and my left hand around back rubbing between my ass cheeks. All of a sudden, the larger one, Philippe his name was, dropped the ball in my direction. My heart skipped a beat as he looked towards the house. He picked it up and threw it back to my neighbor, Alex. After a few more throws, Philippe approached Alex. It looked like he was giving route information to him so I didn’t think twice. They resumed passing the ball only they shifted a bit and Alex was facing my house. I decided that was too risky and, after a few seconds, moved out of the way. I sat on my couch and resumed my rubbing, pulling both knees up to my chest. A few seconds later, I heard someone knock at my patio door. I quickly pulled up my pyjama pants and underwear and went to the window. I peaked out to see who it was. It was Alex and Philippe. I took a few seconds to catch my breath and wipe some sweat off and decided to play it cool. I openned the door and looked at them puzzled.
“Hey, were you just jacking off to us?” Alex asked bluntly.
Damn they had seen me. I decided I would just deny it.
“What?! What the fuck kind of a question was that?” I half yelled.
They both looked at me with a small smirk, not believing me.
“We saw you, in the window. So, you’re gay?” Philippe spoke up.
Fuck, they really know. Wait a second, who asks that question that calmly after witnessing what they saw, I wondered.
“No.” I denied again.
“So you were starring at us as you masturbated cause you thought we were girls?” Alex asked sarcasticly.
My mind raced for a response. I would have to kill some time before I can get a good response.
“No” I said.
“So what?” Alex asked.
Quick, Jason. Think of something.
“I’m… Ugh… Bisexual, ya… Bisexual.” I said thinking it sounded better than gay. “Bi curious I’d say actually.” I continued.
“Oh…”
“Wait” I cut him off. “You’re not gonna tell anyone are you?” I asked with a pleading expression.
The two teens looked at each other frouned and turned back towards me.
“That depends.” Alex started.
“Ya it depends, on what you’re willing to do.” Philippe finished for him.
My heart climbed into my throat. I was right, they wanted me. I didn’t really find them attractive, but I was still in the faze where I would have sex with anything that moved and I was ready to lose my virginity, no matter who took it.
I started untying my pyjama bottoms when Alex interrupted me.
“Wait before you do that let’s set up some ground rules… and let’s go inside where it’s more private.”
I stepped aside and let them in. I closed the door, locked it and lowered the blinds.
“Ok. We won’t tell anyone that you’re gay or whatever if you have sex with us and do whatever we tell you. If you have any objections or things you’d like to try, feel free to run them by us and we’ll make the final decision. Aggreed?” Alex said in the privacy of my kitchen.
I answered with a simple nod of my head.
“Good now, let’s get on with it.” Alex said.
He grabbed my hand and placed it on his crotch. I felt his half erect dick trapped in his pants. He unbuckled his belt before my eyes and threw it on the ground. He undid his jeans and pulled them down a bit, just enough for his member to be free. He was wearing gray boxer briefs under his tight blue jeans. He pulled those down a bit untill his cock was really free. It popped out and bounced around in front of my eyes and caused my dick to spring back up. It was a pretty good size, about 6″, and was uncircumsized. He cleared his throat and, when I looked at him, he made a slight gesture with his head for me to go on. I tentitively grabbed the dick and jacked it up and down a couple times. Alex let out a sigh as though he’d been waiting a long time for this. I bent down, staying on my two feet, and kissed the tip of his penis. It was salty and I kinda liked it. I pulled the skin back, examining it, and than let go before placing the now fully erect member between my lips. I knew I wasn’t good at sucking dicks because I wasn’t able to take a lot of them before I started gagging. I had tried with different objects like bananas but could only get 3″ at max. I still very much enjoyed the taste and feeling when it was only 3″ but when I started trying to put more, I didn’t like it as much. I sucked, sticking to my 3″, as Philippe went behind me and started groping my ass. To my surprise, it actually felt good. He started spanking me on each cheek, which stinged a bit but wasn’t as bad as I thought it would be, at the moment. I let out little moans, half from pain half to give him the satisfaction and pleasure. I started exploring Alex’s balls and crotch with my hands. He had a bit of hair around the base of the shaft but the rest was pretty smoothe. I cupped his balls and squeezed as he moaned slightly, obviously enjoying his first blowjob. He put his hand on my forehead and gave a slight push hinting me to get off. I released the throbbing penis and stood back up inturrupting the groping of Philippe’s hands.
He hinted at my pyjama bottoms and I understood what he wanted right away. Philippe came back around to my front to see the view. I slowly finished untying my bottoms and than grabbed the waist band on each side of me. I slowly pulled down, revealing my white briefs, and let them fall in a pile around my ankles. They both stood there starring at the bulge in my underwear for a few seconds. I noticed that Alex’s dick was still very much erect and was throbbing more than ever. Alex approached me and wrapped his arms around me. He hugged me in close. I felt his dick rub up against mine as one of his hands made its way down my back and rested on my ass. We looked into eachother’s eyes for a moment and than he leaned in. His lips came in contact with mine and I felt his tongue burst thru mine. He started grinding up against me as we kissed, rubbing his dick on my brief covered crotch. I quickly was overcome by the sensuality of the act. I wrapped my own arms around him and hugged fiercely. I than manouvered one hand to his crotch and squeezed it between our two bodies. I placed my hand between his dick and his own body as he pumped up and down. My other hand ventured to his ass, where it grabbed a handfull of jeans before slipping into his underwear to get some of the real thing. I felt one of his hands slide up my pyjama top and grab a hold of my nipples. We made out for about a minute before I noticed that we had left Philippe standing there. I broke off the kiss and moved, as smoothly as I could with pyjamas around my ankles, towards Philippe. I quickly hugged him and kissed him. I grabbed his hand and slid it down my underwear behind me as we made out. I started grinding against his jeans covered crotch missing the sensation I felt with Alex. I broke up the kiss again and regained my position with Alex. I felt Philippe come up behind me. He pulled his pants and underwear down just enough for his own prick to pop out and than hugged me from behind. I had two boys wrapped around me, I was in heaven (even if they weren’t the hottest). Alex kissed me and restarted humping my crotch, as Philippe kissed my neck and stretched his arms around to Alex’s ass. Philippe’s hands slipped into Alex’s underwear and he started groping his friend’s ass. I than felt him rub his dick up my ass crack and he started humping my brief covered ass. I loved what was happening but I didn’t know where to put my hands. I wrapped them around Alex’s neck as we continued making out. We lasted about two minutes like that before deciding to change positions.
“Want to go to the living room?” I asked.
“Sure. Which way?” Alex asked.
I pointed to the left of the glass door. I kept my arms wrapped around his neck and jumped up placing my legs around his waist. Alex picked me up and we walked to the living room.
My living room had a 3 person couch with a cushioned foot stool in front and a flat screen tv facing the couch. My living room was a long rectangle. To access it from the kitchen you had to pass thru what used to be a dinning room but is now just a love seat. There were no walls separating the kitchen from the dining room, from the living room nor the front entrance. All these rooms connected in a circle around the staircase leading up and down. Up was in between the entrance and living room and to go down the stairs were in the kitchen.
Alex set me down in front of the couch. He kissed me again. Alex and Philippe were now both standing in front of me. They both started removing my long sleeved pajama top. They slowly lifted it up, revealing my decently defined two pack muscles, than revealing my slightly muscular chest and than they finally pulled it over my head. I finally stepped out of my pajama bottoms which had been wrapped around my ankles ever since they were lowered. My pajama bottom and top formed a messy pile at my feet as I stood there in front of starring eyes in only my tighty whities. Philippe sat down in the middle of the couch, his penis, which was a tad smaller than Alex’s and a tad bigger than mine, standing straight up. It was his turn to receive head. I pushed the foot rest close to the couch and got on top of it. I got on all fours with my elbows rested on either side of Philippe’s thighs and my legs on the stool. I felt Alex get behind me and take his turn groping me. I tugged at Philippe’s jeans to get them a bit lower to have better access to his dick. I skipped the kissing part and went straight to sucking his throbbing penis. His dick tasted different than Alex’s, it was saltier. Maybe it was just some sweat from the humping. In any case, I liked it. Philippe was in a state of pure pleasure. He was slouched back in the couch with his arms resting at his side looking up at the ceiling. His breathing was heavy and his dick was constantly throbbing. Once in a while he’d look down to watch me give him a blowjob, but other than that he was panting and moaning to the ceiling. Alex was kissing my ass thru my undies and every so often he would take a gentle bite and cause me to whimper. He than stood up and after a few seconds of nothing, while I wondered what he was doing, he brought his hand down hard against my butt cheek. He spanked me over and over again, causing me to moan loudly thru the dick in my mouth. Every couple of spanks he would stop and grope me some more before resuming his spanking. I felt him get up again and heared him go off into the kitchen. He came back a few seconds later and regained his position. I heared the whip of his belt slapping my ass and the hard dick fell out of my mouth as I yelled out. He whipped my ass again and I yelled out again. Philippe grabbed my head and pushed my face into his crotch to muffle my cries. The belt hurt but in a strange way it was also arrousing. The feeling of giving myself up to another guy turned me on. He whipped me a good ten times before dropping the belt on the ground. I felt his hands grab my waist band and he slowly pulled my undies down to see what he had caused. I felt my briefs go down to below my ass and I felt Alex’s hands fall on my hips. He gently kissed my red butt cheeks and than took one big lick from bottom to top. All three of us were having the time of our life. Philippe was getting his dick sucked by one of the cute “cool” kids of his school, Jason was sucking dick while someone licked and kissed his ass and Alex was licking a cute boy’s amazing bubble butt. I could tell that Philippe was enjoying it from his quickened breath, his moans and his throbbing dick. I could also tell that Alex was having fun. Hell, I could almost feel his heart beat on the tip of his tongue. Alex started spanking my bare ass again and I started sucking harder and faster. Philippe could barely take anymore as it was. Philippe quickly pulled his dick from my mouth and said that he was gonna cum. He stood up and I got off the stool and got on my knees ready to receive my first cum shot. I closed my eyes as Philippe began stroking his own dick. It only took one stroke, two tops for him to blast the biggest load I’d ever witnessed at my face. It came out stream after stream of warm gooey cum hitting me square in the face. One stream even got in my hair. Alex Got on his own knees and was hugging me from behind, gently humping my back. I opened my eyes when it was done. Philippe was looking at me with a look of pure happiness in his eyes. I swiped my fingers accross my face and picked up a finger of sperm. I had always been curious about sperm. I sucked my finger in and got my first taste of jizz. It wasn’t half bad. A bit salty and definitely gooey. I didn’t love it but I didn’t hate it. I wouldn’t have minded getting the load in my mouth. But the look of satisfaction on Philippe’s face at the sight of me sucking the cum made me want more. I grabbed a hold of his dick and stroked it over my mouth. A few dropps fell into my mouth. I swallowed and spotted more on his dick. I licked the tip of it and than took the head in. I licked all over the head getting all the cum before I sucked his dick some more for a bit.
“You want to try my ass?” Philippe asked.
I noded and let his increasingly flaccid penis fall from between my lips. He pulled his pants down the rest of the way keeping only his boxer briefs on. He tucked his penis back in. He turned around and got back on the couch leaning on the back, sticking his ass out at me. I got back on the stool and Alex regained his position behind me. I started groping his chubby bubble butt as Alex finally brought his tongue to my ass hole.
“Can I spank you Phill?” I asked.
“No. And how about for the rest of the night you call us master.” Philippe said.
“Oouuuhhh! I like that!” Alex said putting a pause in his rimming.
“Yes master.” I said figuring if I as going to yield sexually to these two teens I was going to yield completely.
I started groping him, grabbing handful after handful of his nice ass. I pulled his underwear down and feasted upon the sight of my first naked ass. It was beautiful. A bit chubbier than mine but smoothe and sexy. I kissed each cheek before running my tung down from the top of his ass crack to his ass hole. I kissed his ass hole and than licked it. I went gently, little lick by little lick. Finally I felt Philippe reach behind him and grab the back of my head. He pushed my face hard onto his ass hole. I started poking my tongue at his hole as he moaned. We made a good chain of rimming. I felt Alex cease his licking. He got up on his knees and I felt his dick in my crack. He started pumping up and down my ass crack, his dick rubbing against my hole. He increased his speed and I was shaking so much, I couldn’t keep my tongue on Philippe’s ass hole. It felt so good having his penis rub against my hole. I was in ecstasy. It felt so good I wondered how good it would feel to have the penis go into the hole.
Alex stopped and got up.
“Turn around. I’m gonna cum now.” Alex said.
“Yes master” I replied.
I turned and got on my knees again. I couldn’t wait for some more sperm. I closed my eyes, but this time I opened my mouth wide hoping to get some in my mouth. I still had some left on my face from Phill but I wanted to get some fresh sperm in my mouth. Alex stroked a few times and some more hot sperm squirted onto my face. Some of it landed in my mouth but most of it landed on the rest of my face. I swallowed what landed in my mouth before swiping the rest off of my face. I wrapped my lips around his cock and sucked it moving it around in my mouth, licking the tip where the sperm came from. I sucked until his penis was soft and flaccid and even there I sucked it for a bit. I liked his flaccid penis in my mouth. It all fit in my mouth and felt so soft. I also loved how it tickled the back of my mouth. I could’ve sucked on it all night, but after a short while, Alex took it out. I got up and kissed him.
Alex realized that I was completely naked now. I had let my undies slip off and my thin body was completely nude. He starred at me, thanking god or whoever made this happen. Realizing he was behind on us, he pulled down his pants and underwear. He than decided to get ahead of Philippe, who was jacking off to the sight before him. He pulled off his polo revealing his thin and decently muscular body. I placed my hands on his waist and started sucking on his nipples. He threw his head back and began moaning as I roughly sucked and even nibbled on his nipples. We met in an other embrace. We kissed and hugged. My hands both went down to his small, tight ass and squeezed each cheek. I groped his ass for a bit and than I took it a step further. I slid my finger up and down his ass crack gently tickling it before stopping at the hole. I pressed my finger against it and started wiggling it. It went in maybe a centimeter, but that was as far as it would go without any form of lube or spit. I kept rubbing and wiggling it there as we kissed. Alex raised his hand and put his middle finger between our mouths. We both kissed and sucked on the finger. He spat a few times on it before bringing it down to my ass hole. He rubbed the hole getting it wet and than spat a few times on the finger again. He pressed his finger up to my ass hole and started gently pushing it in. It was the first time that anyone had stuck anything up my ass. It burned at first and, as he moved it in and out, it burned even more. It kind of felt like I really needed to take a shit. He stuck it in and out a few times than brought it back up. We kissed and sucked on his finger some more, which tasted a bit like shit from being in my pooper. He stuck it back in my ass and started fingering me again. We finally broke off the making out thinking we should involve Philippe.
I walked over to Phill and pulled him up from the couch. I kissed him and than pulled his shirt off. Philippe was a bit chubbier than Alex and I, but I didn’t care. Hell if I cared that wouldn’t of happened at all. As long as he had a penis and an ass I was good. I started sucking on his slight man-boobs, which was actually pretty cool. I pulled his underwear off the rest of the way and we were all completely naked. Philippe pushed me back onto the sofa and told me to lift my legs.
“Yes master.” I said doing as I was told.
I lifted my knees up to my chest as he got down on his knees. I felt his tongue run across my ass hole and I got goose bumps. He did it again a couple of times before full on making out with my ass hole. Alex jumped up onto the couch and turned his back to me. He slowly lowered his ass onto my face crouching over me.
“Lick it!” He ordered.
“Yes master.” I tried to say thru his ass. I started licking his hole. Actually it was more like french kissing his hole cause I didn’t have room to stick out my tongue. Philippe started spitting on my hole and all around it, making me feel dirty and aroused. He started fingering me with his short and fat finger. I felt that burning sensation that made me moan again. He stopped all of a sudden, leaving me in disappointment.
“Do you have any sex toys?” Phill asked getting up.
“No. But I might have some stuff that you could use instead downstairs in the basement master.” I answered lifting Alex’s ass up temporarily.
Philippe went down to the basement. Alex let himself fall on my chest. He sat on my chest and I noticed he was hard again. As if we had shared thoughts, he pushed his dick to my lips. I welcomed the dick in and started sucking. However, this time, Alex took control and didn’t let me do my thing. He started thrusting his junk into my mouth. I gagged and choked on his dick as he thrusted with his hips. I didn’t like the gagging, but I decided to soldier thru it because it was certainly making Alex happy. He thrusted as deep and as fast as he could, pulling my hair with his hands. The pain wasn’t so good but the sense of total submission was great. I was just happy to be naked with two other boys. He stopped to let me catch my breath for a second than shoved it in and out, gave me a break of about three seconds and did it again a few times. I gagged and choked every time and I could sense I was red. He than shoved his dick as far as he could down my throat and held it there. I had it all except for an inch, which he almost got in the end. He released and pulled his dick out which was linked to my mouth thru streams of spit. He gave me about a minute and than started fucking my mouth again, slower this time. I enjoyed it more when it was slower, even if it was deeper than my 3″, but I felt like my max was growing, expanding. I felt like I could take 4″ instead of just 3″.
Philippe came back upstairs, his hands full of toys, and saw Alex fucking my mouth. He was really turned on by the sight and the sound of my gags and slurps.
Alex stood back up and I regained my position with my knees up. Phill kneeled down at my ass with all his toys. He had a few drum sticks, rope, duck tape, a toy that used to be a missile on one of those launchers (that really resembled a dildo or penis) and hand cuffs (two sets to be exact). I sensed that it was gonna get kinky pretty fast and that actually excited me. As I said: If I’m gonna yield submit to someone sexually, I’m gonna completely yield and it will be a total submission.
Philippe started with the drum sticks. He took one and started sucking on it. He passed it around and we all sucked and licked it. He spat on my hole again and than pushed the stick up against it. He pushed it in and I felt the burning sensation intensify. He pushed it deeper and deeper. I felt an amazing sensation in my body. I can’t explain it but it was good. He pushed it in and out and than up and down and to each side as I felt the sensation over and over. He took the stick out and handed it to Alex. Alex wasn’t feeding me his ass anymore as he wanted to observe the toys. Alex grabbed the stick and started fucking my mouth with it. He pushed it in and out of my mouth. It tasted like ass and shit which was strangely exciting. He handed it back to Philippe and he resumed fucking me. I started stroking my own dick which made them realize, all of a sudden, that they hadn’t tried blowing yet.
They both got down on their knees between my legs. They both kissed my dick at the same time, one taking the head and the other the shaft. Philippe finally started sucking on the head. He started going deeper and deeper as Alex and I looked on. Alex started fingering Phill as he gave me head. The hot and moist mouth and tongue coming in contact with my dick felt so good. Philippe took a break and Alex took over. He grabbed my dick and started blowing me fast and furious style. They switched off a few times, going deeper and deeper, faster and faster until at the end they were both deep throating me. Alex continued as Philippe got up and sat on my chest. I knew from experience what was coming. He pushed his dick into my mouth and started thrusting deep into my throat. It was easier than when Alex did it, at first, but as he increased his speed it increased the difficulty again. He fucked my mouth as Alex deep throated me. It was amazing. I let Philippe’s dick out of my mouth as I realized I was gonna cum. He quickly got beside Alex on the ground. I stood up and started stroking my cock. I aimed between the two of them as the first squirt hit the sides of their faces. I than moved my dick around getting a bit on everyone. They started licking the jizz off each other, but they didn’t seem to like it too much.
I fell back on the couch regaining my breath. The two boys licked my dick simultaneously for the remains. They both looked at each other. It was time to get kinky.
Alex grabbed me and pushed me onto my front. They grabbed my hands, placed them behind my back and cuffed me. They grabbed the duck tape and taped my mouth shut. They pulled me off the couch and kneeled me over it. Alex groped my ass again and started spanking me again. They both grabbed a cheek and spanked it over and over. After about 20 spanks each, I heard the belt buckle again. They whipped my ass a few times and than stopped. They pulled me up and started walking me to the stairs like they would a criminal. We went up the stairs and into my room. They pushed me onto the bed and jumped on after me. They uncuffed me and than cuffed me again above my head. I was laying flat on my belly with my hands cuffed above my head. They took the rope and tied my cuffs to my bed frame. They tied each leg to an opposite end of the bed frame too. They ripped off the tape on my mouth and started spanking me again. They stopped after a few spanks and started spitting and fingering my ass hole again. They spat on their dicks and on my ass hole some more.
Alex got on top of my back and I felt his slippery dick in my crack. He grabbed it and pointed it toward my hole and pushed it in a tad. He laid back down and slowly pushed it all the way in. I felt an intense feeling of pain as he started going in and out. As he kept going the pain subsided a little and it started feeling more and more good. He fucked me harder and harder as we both moaned and breathed heavily. He arched his back up and started pounding me faster. They were counting on lasting long so they didn’t stay too long. Alex got off and it was Phill’s turn to lose his virginity. He pushed in faster and started at a more elevated pace. He fucked me for a good five minutes, kissing my neck, before he got off. They decided the rope was too constrictive. They untied me from the bed but kept my cuffs on in front. I got on all fours and felt Alex get behind me. He slipped into my ass and started fucking me doggy style. He spanked the sides of my ass as he fucked me. They switched again and Phill flipped me onto my back. He pulled me to the edge of the bed and stood by my ass. He held my legs in the air as he started pounding me, both of us moaning and starring at each other. He leaned over me and kissed me a few times thru out his turn. Alex pushed me back to the center of the bed. He lifted my ass in the air, stood over it and started fucking me. It was a cool position of submission where he clearly had all the power and control. He spat on my face treating me like a dirty whore, getting me more and more horny. With spit and left over sperm on my face, I begged for more. Phill, tired, laid down on the bed and pulled me on top of him. I sat down on his dick and started grinding back and forth. I started bouncing up and down, using his chest as leverage. I bent down and we made out as I slowed the tempo down a little. Alex stood me up against the wall, separated my legs and started fucking me from behind.
Finally the two went back to doggy style as Alex fucked my ass and Phill fead me his cock. They fucked me until they were both over the edge. They flipped me over on my back and both knelt pointing their throbbing members at my face. They both got close together and pushed their dick’s heads against each others. I opened my mouth and placed it right in front of the two dicks. They both started squirting out sperm almost at the same time. I got it all in my mouth, however there was too much. I swallowed what I could and the rest spilled out of my mouth and down my chin. I licked it up after until there was none left.
“Do any of you wanna finish me off?” I asked.
Alex nodded.
“Go ahead… master.” I said.
Alex climbed on top of me, spat on his finger several times and rubbed it on my dick and his ass hole. He descended on my dick slowly and than started rocking back and forth. He held himself up as I thrusted in and out. He moaned and yelled as he bounced up and down.
“You wanna try Phill?” I asked in between breaths.
He shook his head no. My breathing quickened and my thrusts became more random. I felt myself cum inside Alex’s ass. As soon as I came, the warm liquid caused Alex to stop. I, however, kept thrusting thru spasms emptying my load in his ass. I pulled out of his ass and offered Phill to suck it. He accepted. I stood up and he started sucking on the cum covered dick. This time I took control and started thrusting into his mouth. I kept going until, a few minutes later, I felt another orgasm. This one, however, was a dry one. I held my dick in the back of Phill’s throat thru-out the orgasm and than let to and collapsed back on the bed.
We cleaned up and decided to take a shower all three of us. We entered the bathroom and started running the water.
“Let’s cuff Jason again and wash his body for him.” Alex suggested.
Phill agreed and so I was cuffed again. Just before we entered the shower, Alex was hard again so he offered me one last blowjob. I got on my knees, with my cuffed hands behind my back and started sucking his dick. Alex put his hands on my head and started helping me thru the motions. All of a sudden, he stopped and kept my head in place with his dick in my mouth. I felt a warm liquid enter my mouth. He has some left? I wondered. I than realized it wasn’t sperm but pee. I tried to remove my head but it was no use. I decided to give in again. I swallowed a bit of pee, but it tasted awful so I just let the rest fall out of my mouth and roll down my chin. He finished and let go of my head. It wasn’t that bad when you didn’t swallow it. We got into the shower where they washed me and than each other. We spent some time under the water cuddling, grinding and humping each other.
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The J.V. practice started on an early Monday morning, with about 40 groggy headed kids setting on the bleachers in the pool area listening to names being read off. The groups were separated, for the most part, by the two feeder school in the county, and we were let known quite quickly that out of the 40 of us, the group would be cut in half to make up the team. I laughed quietly to myself when I heard this.
Now I’m by no means a braggart, and I’m pretty shy to boot, but if there is one thing I can do, it is swim. While I didn’t really have the traditional swimmers build like most of the kids there (I am, and always have been, a lithe Asian kid) I was fast…really fast. I was only 4’9, and yet once we began our warm up laps, I finished my first 30 2 full minutes before the next guy.
Long story short I didn’t lose a lap the first day, and I could see the coaches laughing to each other at how mad the other kids were getting. By the time we finished, we were all exhausted and slowly getting changed into our street clothes. I was one of the last kids to finish getting dressed, and as I was putting my clothes into my duffle bag the coach called to see me in his office.
Despite not having done anything wrong, I was still nervous as hell as I walked into the office. To a short, scrawny little Asian kid, he was a monster. While in his 50’s, coach Wilson was one of these older guys who was hitting the weights every day, and at 6’2 to boot, he was an imposing guy.
“Max,” he said gruffly, looking over a clipboard. “We’re not going to need you on the J.V. team this year.” He said it short and quickly, like it made him uncomfortable, but it cut through me like a knife.
“But…wh-why,” I choked out, trying to hold back tears. What had I done? Was I too cocky?
“Because,” he said, “you would be better suited for the varsity team.” My eyes opened widely, mouth slightly opened at what he said. Was he serious? I mean, I was just a freshman. “Practice starts at noon tomorrow, don’t be late.”
“I won’t sir, th-thanks a lot,” was all I could choke out, as I turned out of the small office. I’m pretty sure I smiled the whole bus ride home.
My father works most of the day, being gone before I wake up, and usually not home before I’m asleep. He put’s in some long hours at the dry cleaning place, and then goes to his second job as a janitor for our mall. He was forced to take a second job just to cover the rent on our small apartment, after my mom died in a car crash a few years ago. I tried to stay up that night to let him know about me making the varsity team, but I fell asleep on the couch around 1, and by the time I woke up the next morning he was again already gone.
The bus was running late and by the time I got to the school I was already late. Running through the school, I ran into the coach right outside the locker room.
“Chow, come on, ” he said, heading into the locker room. I followed into the room after him hurriedly, the sound of several guys talking, bouncing off the tile floor and walls.
“Listen up,” coach yelled, silencing the group. “This is Zach Chow, the one I told you about…” he started, going to a speech about the rest of the practice. While the thought of being on the varsity team hadn’t really made me nervous, it was now. The guys in front of me were all at least a solid 5 inches, or more, taller than me, and all staring straight at me, with looks ranging from amused and inquisitive, to those of downright jealousy and skepticism. I shifted my eyes down, to avoid their eyes. I felt like I was standing trial in front of 20 naked judges.
As the coach finished up, he told me to get dressed and in the pool. Most of the guys continued getting dressed while he was speaking, so they followed him out into the pool. I moved and picked a locker on one of the rows, blocked by another. No one was back there, so I opened a locker and began undressing. The locker room was empty or so I thought. Right as I slipped out of my shirt, I heard the door open, and someone enter quickly. On the other end of the row, I saw someone quickly turn down the row, stopping abruptly as he saw me. A light went off in his head as he nodded to me. “You’re the new kid right? The freshman,” he asked picking a locker a couple down from mine.
“Uh yea,” I said slipping out of my pants. He too was quickly undressing.
“That’s pretty impressive dude, not everybody can say that,” he said riffling through his bag, standing only in his boxers. This guy, who at this time I had no idea who he was, was about as different looking from me as you could be. He had to be at least 6’3 maybe more, and was more muscular than the average swimmer, his biceps especially. His head was covered by a shaggy mop of red hair. As he slipped out of his boxers though, and pulled on his speedo, I gasped. Now I had seen plenty of guys naked in the locker room before, but that was middle schoolers, boys. This was no boy. I had no idea how big this guys dick was but, I knew it was much bigger than mine. Unfortunately, I was one of those guys who helped further the stereotype about Asian guy’s dicks. For that reason, I turned my back to him when I pulled on my speedo.
We both finished dressing about the same time, and walked out together. I looked like a toddle next to him. “The name’s Gene by the way,” he said offering me a hand.
“Zach,” I said, taking his hand shake.
Practice went well, except for the fact that some of the guys I beat in laps didn’t take it so well. More than once I got shoved against the side of the pool, or “accidentally” knocked into the pool.
When we finished for the day, I proceeded to my locker, hoping secretly Gene would talk to me. Unfortunately though, he was talking with another guy next to him. This had its up though. While talking, I got to sneak another look at what was hanging between his legs. I was hypnotized.
And that’s how most of my days the first few weeks of summer went. I got on a talking basis with a few other people on the team, and gathered that Gene was not only a swimmer, but he was on the basketball team as well, and was pretty damn good at both. Apparently he had recruitment offers in both sports to some pretty big name schools. He and I had shared a few other conversations since that first day but I spent more time sneaking looks at him naked than we did talking. My whole summer though changed one rainy day in late July.
Practice had ended and as I walked outside, a storm had rolled in. It was coming down hard, and the bus stop was out by the road, without any cover to stand under. I groaned, as I walked out into the rain, my t-shirt and ball shorts did little to keep me dry, and in moments I was drenched to the bone. I reached the bus stop, and as I did, I saw a Mercedes, pull out of the parking lot and onto the road, slowing as it neared me. I apprehensively stepped back as it stopped in front of me and the windows rolled down.
“Aye you need a ride,” came a voice all too familiar.
“No I’m good man, ” I said to him smiling.
“Dude get in the fucking car,” Gene said laughing. I didn’t really need to be told twice, and quickly opened the door and hopped in. “Wow,” I said amazed at the car. It had display screens and wood accents, and leather seats, and a whole lot of things my dad’s old clunker didn’t. “This is a really nice car,” I said, while he just said thanks and shrugged it off.
“Where do you live man, ” he asked. I told him the street, and he said no problem, that he just needed to stop by his house first. I told him it was no problem and kept thanking him for driving me.
He told me when I got in my place was on his way home, but that was obviously not true. We headed in the opposite direction, and slightly out of town, onto a back road through some woods.
I had honestly never seen a house that big. The thing was huge, and I think I made it obvious when we pulled up. He kind of laughed as he got out of the car. “You can come in,” he said, as I noticed I was just setting there awkwardly. I got out of the car, and followed him inside. Amazed at everything I saw.
“Hey do you want a dry shirt or something,” he asked, looking in the fridge.
“Thanks, but I don’t think anything of yours would fit me,” I said laughing a little. He joined in too, tossing me a soda out of the fridge. I opened it and drank it gratefully, not realizing how thirsty I was. I followed him through the house, and to what he told me was his room. I was in disbelief. His “room” was bigger than our whole apartment.
“You can just sit down or whatever,” he said, running to the bathroom connected to his room. He didn’t bother to shut the door, and I could hear him peeing a few feet away. I looked around the big room, in awe of all of it. I stopped though when I came to his desk. Right next to his laptop, on a stack of other magazine, was a porn magazine. My eyes locked on, studying the whole image. Spread over two pages was the image of a girl with her head between the legs of another, her tongue buried deep in the other girls pussy, with her fingers jammed into the girl’s ass hole. Honestly, I had never seen a woman naked before that moment. We didn’t have a computer in my house, so I’d never seen any kind of porn whatsoever. Apparently though, while I was looking at the magazine, I was oblivious to the fact Gene had finished peeing, and was standing behind me.
“That’s good stuff, ain’t it,,” he said. I could hear the smile on his face,
“Oh shit, I’m sorry,” I said, jumping as he spoke, and trying to back away.
He laughed, “Like what you saw? Here you can have,” he said picking it up and handing it to me.
“Ah… ah no I’m good,” I said backing up a little bit.
“Yea I didn’t think so,” he said tossing the magazine back on the desk, his voice taking a pointedly sharper turn.
“Wha-What,” I asked confused.
“You know you really shouldn’t be so damn obvious when you’re looking at someone’s dick in the locker room.”
“I-I…uh I,” I was scared out of my mind, heart racing. How did he see me?
“So what’s your deal? Never seen one that big? Do I have your little Asian dick beat,” he asked, laughing.
“I need to leave,” I said moving for the door, but he beat me there. With one swipe of his big arms, his hand caught me, and threw me back onto the ground.
“No I don’t think so, I think we both can get something from this.” He locked the door to his room, and stepped towards me, pulling off his shirt and dropping his basketball shorts, reveling he’d gone home commando from practice. There he was. Standing before me…for ME… to look at, and I was hypnotized again. His body was milky white, which contrasted greatly against the tribal tattoo around his left bicep, and left thigh. “Seven inches soft, and about nine hard.”
All this time he was approaching me, and I kept scooting back until I was back against his bed. He stopped when I could scoot back no further, his dick hanging in my face, just inches away from me. I could smell it, a strong manly smell, that can only be described as the smell of dick. And I loved it.
“How many dick’s you sucked fag,” he asked hands by his side, eyes looking down dominantly at me.
I just shook my head. I knew about as little as sex as one person could. That only seemed to excite him though.
“Grab it,” he said, a devilish grin on his face. I hesitated, before slowly moving my hand to grab it in the middle, his dick warm in my hand. “Jack it,” he said, motioning with his hand when a puzzled look came across my face. I awkwardly pulled back and forth, feeling the veins in his dick as I ran my hand up and down his shaft. His dick began getting thicker and thicker as I kept going. “Now lick the head.” MY hand was already slick with the pre cum coming out of his cock head, which was running like a faucet. Relenting, I stuck my tongue out and licked his shiny cock head, the salty taste of pre cum enveloping my tongue. The taste wasn’t that bad though.
“Now you’re going to suck it,” he said, but I wasn’t so sure.
“Gene I-,” my hesitation was cut short as he grabbed my hair roughly with his hand. I yelped out in pain and as I did, he took the opportunity to jam his dick in my mouth. Besides being extremely veiny, it was also quite thick behind the head, stretching my mouth almost as wide as it could go. Slowly he began fucking my mouth, threatening to hit the back of my throat with each thrust.
“You like that bitch,” he said thrusting his hips slowly. “Yea I think you do,” he said laughing and looking down. I didn’t realize it but my dick was hard as a rock, and I was made aware of it when he toyed at it with his foot through my shorts.
He may have started slow, but he didn’t stay like that. Gene grabbed me by the ears and picked up pace, fucking my face relentlessly. My head began to hurt, but I had no idea what was about to happen. He got faster and faster, literally banging my head back against his bed. He kept groaning things like “Oh fuck yea,” and “Get ready you little fag.” Little did I know.
In one swift thrust, Gene slammed all the way into me, his cock sliding down my throat. I panicked as I could no longer breathe. I tried to push back but his weight against me was too much. As I choked in distress, he moaned as his cock erupted down my throat. I could feel his cum hitting the back of my throat, as my face started turning red, and the darker. It felt like It was an eternity before he pulled his cock out, covered in his own jizz, and my spit, and I could gasp for breathe.
I felt light headed as I coughed and gagged, cum spilling out of my mouth and dripping from my nose. My face was wet from tears as I panted heavily on the ground.
“You’re supposed to breath with your nose dumbass,” he said with a laugh as he collapsed on his bed. He looked down at me as I whipped my eyes. “Shit you’re a mess, go clean yourself up,” he said pointing to the bathroom. I nodded sniffling a little bit as I walked to the bathroom and tried to wash my face.
As we rode home in silence, I sat setting in a shirt drenched in my own sweat, spit, and Gene’s cum. I could tell by the look on his face of what he thought of where I lived when we pulled up to my apartment building, but at that time, I had other things I could be embarrassed about. I stepped out of the car, mumbling a “Thanks,” that I sure as hell didn’t mean. I began walking to the door, but stopped as he yelled back at me.
“Next time, learn how to suck a dick, and I won’t have to fuck you so hard,” then driving off.
Next time?
(Too be continued, I’d appreciate any comments and (helpful) criticism, also If you have any suggestions about plot ideas, feel free to shoot me a PM. )
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Eve and the Peeping Tom
Author’s note:
This story is meant to sexually excite without any claim to literary merit. I warn readers that in part it has cruel and sadistic content, so if that is not your thing, then don’t go reading it and then giving a negative vote because of the sadism.
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Word about the “Peeping Tom” had rapidly gone around the street. People were warned to make sure that their curtains were well drawn and the windows were closed.
Rob expressed concern to his wife Eve, that he was working a night shift and that she would be at home alone.
“Don’t worry,” Eve had assured him, “I’ll keep everything well locked up.
Evening came, and with Rob away at work, Eve began to feel lonely for him.
Flicking through the TV channels, she found nothing worth watching, and so she logged onto the internet.
Soon she was looking at the wonderful photos of men’s cocks on her favourite sex site. She knew that her husband would be shocked if he knew what she got up to each time he worked nights.
Eve’s hand slipped up beneath her skirt and began to softly rub around the mound of her pussy.
She spread her legs slightly and, sliding her hand under her pants, her fingers began to softly glide through her wet slipperiness.
A finger either side of her clitoris soon had her breathing hard and slowly pumping her hips in a fucking manner.
Her mind dreamt of fucking and sucking all of the lovely, gorgeous cocks that appeared on her computer screen.
She so much wanted to be fucked that she went and got her favourite bottle for masturbating.
Laying back, with her knees up and her legs apart, she began to fuck herself while continuing, with her other hand, to tease herself so that she became more and more aroused and sexy.
She was lustfully driving herself wild with feeling and fucking herself when she realised that she was thinking of the Peeping Tom that had been talked of. “What a sight he would have if he looked through my windows,” Eve mused to herself.
Now, with this sexy thought in her mind, Eve began to imagine what it would be like to be watched as she fucked and mauled her pussy.
She found herself being more and more aroused by the thought of some pervert looking through her window at her performing.
Wicked demons in her mind began to tell her that she should open her curtains in the hope that the pervert might come.
No sooner had these thoughts come to her mind that she banished them.
Moments later though, she was once more fantasising about being watched.
Eve considered that, with the warning having gone around, there would certainly be no open windows or imperfectly drawn curtains to attract the pervert.
That latter thought now seemed to take hold in her mind. With all of the neighbourhood windows carefully shrouded, any one window with a light shining forth into the night, would surely attract the pervert’s attention.
Her common sense, along with her moral values, began to do battle with the same wicked demons which now urged her on to open the curtains just a little.
Eve panted and began to moan softly as her lust rose and she fucked and played with herself more and more urgently.
Her mind was imagining the Peeping Tom watching her, and these thoughts made her wilder and sexier.
“Come on,” the demons in her mind urged. “Just open the curtains a little bit – imagine how sexy and sluttish you’ll feel with the possibility of being seen.”
Eve was panting with lust as she rose to her feet and moved to the side of the window to tug on the operating cord.
She pulled on the cord. The curtains opened some few inches. Her lust told her to open them more. Again she tugged so that the curtain opened quite enough for anyone outside to be able to get a good look inside.
Eve quickly moved to the door and flicked the light switch off.
Back to the window she peered out into the darkness of the night. There was no moon and being slightly overcast, it was quite dark outside.
Back to the door, Eve switched the light back on and once more took up her position on the sofa.
Her lustful excitement new no bounds now that she had provided that opportunity to be seen and spied on.
She mauled and fucked herself, getting more and more frantic and worked up until she was out of control and going mad as her lust surged to greater and greater heights, overwhelming her with the gorgeous, wonderful, unbearable sensations.
Meanwhile, across on the other side of town, a guy stood gazing out of his window at the night. He knew that it might be risky as he he too had heard the rumours of the Peeping Tom.
Behind him on the sofa, his two room mates were looking through porno magazines and, every now and then, rubbing at the huge bulges in their pants.
Finally, after much consideration, the first guy pulled on his jacket and announced that he was going out.
His two friends warned him that he would need to be extra careful, given that people were aware of what had been going on.
Tom, for that was indeed his name, decided that it would be best to take the car and go right across to the other side of town.
For some time he cruised slowly up and down all of the quieter, more secluded streets. He was pleased that the weather was quite overcast so that the night was dark and much less risky that if it had been moonlit.
He slowed the car and considered a lit window in one house. Too risky he decided. He would have needed to go down the narrow driveway and there would be no escape if anyone came.
He was specifically searching for lit windows which looked as if they might be bedrooms or bathrooms.
A couple of other possibilities presented themselves and twice he even parked the car and quietly slipped up to the windows to check them out but each time found them not to be what he needed.
Tom, being aware that people had talked of the Peeping Tom having been seen in the area, was a little nervous and began to consider that it was indeed too risky and that he should head home.
He made up his mind to check on just a couple of other streets and then give up for the night.
Cruising down one street at no more than idling speed, he spied a window with the light on and the curtains open just a small amount. He considered that it could be a living room or it could be a bedroom.
Tom let the car come to standstill as he glanced up and down the street. Nice and quiet. Plenty of trees and bushes casting shadows and giving plenty of scope for hiding is anyone should come along. He decided that he’d check out this window.
Letting the car slowly move on, Tom idled along the street before parking some way along from where he had seen the lit window.
He clicked the car door closed, making sure not to make any noise which might attract attention, then quietly and swiftly walked back to where he had seen the partly opened curtains of the window.
Nervously glancing about, he didn’t hesitate in disappearing from the street and making his way to the window which was at a convenient height from the ground so that his head and shoulders reached to just above the sill.
“Fuck!” he muttered under his breath as he thrilled at the sight that presented itself within the room.
Of course you, the reader, will have realised that it was Eve inside the room that this pervert had been lucky enough to find.
Imagine the sight which greeted him. He had thought to perhaps see some girl or woman undressing, but here was a slut with knees up and apart, fucking and mauling herself. He could hardly believe his eyes, but his rapidly hardening cock certainly told him that the sight was real.
The pervert unzipped his pants, and, taking out his now rock hard cock, he began to slowly masturbate as he watched the woman through the window. She was a little thing, not very tall and with a small, trim body. She had a sweet face and certainly didn’t look like the slut that she appeared to be. Her actions though, showed that she was filled with lust as she frantically pumped her hips onto the bottle with which she was fucking herself.
The pervert, Tom, gloated at the sight of this woman writhing and heaving and driving herself towards orgasm.
Eve had indeed reached a climax. She fell limp on the sofa, panting as if she’d just run a mile. The lull in her masturbation lasted only moments though, and as soon as she began to calm a little, her fingers were once more exploring and teasing her pussy in order to once more drive herself crazy with lustful delight.
For some half an hour or more she kept driving herself to wonderful delights of orgasmic delight.
Her mind had been constantly fantasising that she was being closely observed the whole time, but now as she calmed down a little, she knew that this was all in her mind.
She glanced at the curtains open just that little bit. She noticed the slight change of shadow just above the window sill but knew that it was just the shadow of the bushes outside moving in the breeze.
Eve stretched luxuriously, moving her arms back above her head and arching her body as she stretched. Her skirt was still up around her waist and her pants down around her thighs.
She moved her head around in a circular motion to stretch her neck muscles as well. As she did so her gaze momentarily swept over the mirror on the wall opposite the window.
Eve froze. Her eyes immediately went back to the mirror. She could see the window reflected in the glass. She could see the dark shape at the bottom of the window. She could see the vaguely changing light caused by the leaves moving in the breeze, but the whole time the darker shape, the shape of a head and shoulders, remained completely stationary.
Eve was filled with conflicting sensations of panic and lust, and so she remained stationary on the sofa.
The wicked demons again began their work. “This is what you want,” they told her, “you want to be a whore and a slut – show him more, show him more.”
Eve let one leg slip over the edge of the sofa while she lifted the other so that her legs were wide apart. Her hands went to her pussy. Her heart was pounding and her breath was coming in shallow gasps. Her lustful excitement knew no bounds. She began to fuck herself with the bottle, now heaving her hips vigorously as she fucked herself.
This was crazy, she told herself, and yet she pulled her top up and exposed her small breasts, fondling them and displaying them for the pervert.
Eve’s mind began racing along dangerous tracks with an idea in her mind that was sheer madness but in her extreme lust was taking hold of her.
She was telling herself that it was lunacy to do the thing that she envisaged, but even as she thought this, her lust drove her to get up off the sofa and go to the front door of the house. She stood trembling with nervous excitement, her hand on the latch.
“Yes, yes, do it,” her evil demons urged her. She turned the key and opened the door.
The pervert outside, had watched as Eve had left the room. In the quiet still of the night he had heard the turn of the key in the door which was close to his position at the window. He had prepared to flee, not knowing whether it might be the slut’s husband, or even the slut herself with a gun. But then he had seen Eve step forward, her top still up under her armpits so that her small, white breasts were beautifully exposed and her hand still holding her skirt up.
Momentarily they faced one another, each with a frightened look.
The pervert rapidly realised the true situation that here was a slut ready for fucking.
“Are you alone,” the pervert asked quietly.
“Yes, my husband’s at work,” Eve heard herself replying, not consciously having formed the words.
The pervert moved forward, his huge cock still sticking out in front of him, and which Eve’s eyes had constantly been attracted to.
The man roughly pulled Eve into the house. She sunk to her knees and took the wonderful, gorgeous cock into her mouth, sucking it softly and deeply right to the back of her mouth.
The man grasped her head in his large, powerful hands and dragged her head onto his rampant cock, forcing it into her throat and making her gag and choke.
Eve had been caught off guard. She was choking and she struggled to get off his cock so that she could get a breath of air. The man pulled her head off his cock and gave her a heavy slap across her cheek.
“Shut up and suck it, you fucking whore,” he roughly growled.
Eve, even though her face stung from the man’s slap, thrilled to this treatment. She had read of this sort of thing in the stories, and now she was being treated in that same way. She took a deep breath and began sucking skillfully on the gorgeous cock.
The man intermittently took hold of Eve’s head and vigorously and roughly fucked it with rapid, driving plunges right to the back of her throat. He would then slap her cheeks with several hard blows, and calling her a “dirty fucking slut” would let her continue sucking.
Eve’s soft hands lightly caressed the man’s huge, heavy testicles as she sucked softly and skillfully. The guy then slid his cock out of her mouth and told her to lick his balls.
Eve eagerly moved her mouth down to the hairy pouch and licked them with the flat of her tongue dragging over them and lifting them so that they then swung slightly.
With slightly opened mouth, along with her lapping tongue, she gently slurped and sucked the man’s hairy balls.
After a short time the man pulled away. “Lift your face up,” he told Eve as she knelt at his feet. She tipped her head back obediently and looked up at him.
Slap! A sharp smack with the flat of his hand struck her across the cheek.
Eve gave a little gasp and a whimper as the blow hurt her.
“You’re a dirty fucking whore, aren’t you bitch,” the guy sneered as he looked down at her.
Eve looked happily up at the man, but then another sharp slap made her dizzy and she wobbled slightly.
“Don’t fucking ignore me you stupid fucking cunt,” the man snapped at her. “Tell me what a whore you are.”
Eve, still reeling from the blow, but eager to play the game, looked up submissively and repeated the words, “yes, I really am a dirty whore for you.”
The words thrilled her and she could feel her pussy so wet that she was sure that she was dribbling down her thighs.
“Stand up bitch,” the man ordered, and Eve quickly rose to her feet.
Standing at over six feet, the man towered over Eve who barely measured five, two. He roughly dragged off what clothing Eve still wore, and then turned her around and around as he admired her trim figure with her small breasts and tight little ass.
“Get me something to tie you up with – anything will do,” the man commanded.
Eve knew that this was sheer madness on her part, but she nevertheless hurried to fetch a number of pairs of pantyhose to be used for her restraint.
Minutes later, Eve was standing submissively watching as the man tightly bound her breasts with one of the stockings. He pulled the bindings as tight as he could so that Eve’s small breasts were soon displayed as two firm, hard, rough globes which were rapidly changing from red to a purplish colour.
“Hold out your hands,” the man ordered.
Eve did as she was told and watched passively as the man tightly bound her wrists together.
Having achieved what he wanted, the man began slapping Eve’s tightly bound breasts, causing her to cringe away and cry out in pain.
“How will you explain your black and blue tits to your husband,” the man teased her as he continued hitting and slapping in spite of Eve constantly backing and turning and trying to get away.
Eve felt as if her breasts were on fire as they became more and more tender and each sharp slap hurt more and more.
Eventually, with Eve constantly backing away and trying to protect herself, she fell backwards onto the bed.
The man decided that it was time to fuck, and so he climbed between Eve’s naked thighs and began mauling her very slippery pussy.
Eve trembled with excitement as she felt the big, lust swollen cock probing and entering her vagina. In it slid until their bodies pressed lovingly, lustfully, ravenously together.
Eve was soon in a delirium of lustful delight as the man fucked and fucked and fucked her, all the time kissing, biting, mauling, pinching, slapping her body and calling her the filthiest, most demeaning names. Ah! this was heaven!
On and on the man fucked her. Shoving, pumping, pile driving his wonderful, gorgeous cock into her pussy which was literally swimming with her juices.
Eve bucked and heaved, moaning and panting with uncontrollable desire.
“Where’s your phone,” the man suddenly asked.
Eve’s brain took a moment or two to register as to what he was saying, but then muttered that it was in the bedside drawers.
The man rummaged through the drawer, then, finding the phone, he dialled.
After just a moment’s wait, Eve heard the man telling some friends about her and suggesting that they come and fuck her.
“What’s your address?” the guy interrupted his conversation to ask Eve for directions
“Thirteen, Mountain View Street,” Eve unhesitatingly responded, then even added further directions to make sure ….. “turn off Hansen Street.”
The man transmitted the directions to his friends and then resumed fucking. “You’re going to be fucked like you’ve never been fucked,” the man laughed as his cock plunged once more into her waiting pussy.
Eve was soon lost in a frenzy of all consuming orgasmic passion. She gave herself entirely to her lust and desire, and would never have even heard the knocking on the door.
The man got off her and went to let his friends in, leaving Eve laying there with legs spread and her wet, pussy gaping and dribbling juice onto the sheets.
The man brought his two friends into the bedroom and they marvelled at the sight of Eve as she lay there oblivious to everything other than her desire to be fucked and used as a sex object.
They released the bonds on her wrists and soon Eve was being heaved about like a sex doll and fucked in her mouth and her pussy, with the three men taking turns on her.
After a minute or two, one of the men went to the kitchen and found a two litre soft drink bottle. Emptying the contents down the sink, he then filled it to the brim with water and took it back to where his two pals were pumping their cocks into Eve’s body.
“Enema time,” the man with the bottle laughed as he went up to Eve and gave her a sharp slap across the face and, grabbing a handful of her hair, wrenched her to her feet.
Eve was dragged to the bathroom and bent over. Her ass was greased with a bit of lubricant, and the neck of the two litre bottle was pushed up her anus.
Eve felt the water filling her intestines as the men squeezed the bottle. More and more of the water was forced up her ass into her body until she felt her intestines bulging and her anal muscles working as they tried to evacuate it all.
When almost the entire contents of the bottle had been forced up into her, Eve was made to hold the bottle in while the men stood well back. She then pulled the neck of the bottle from her ass, and a huge gushing rush of water poured from her anus.
The men mockingly groaned and feigned disgust at the putrid mess.
Eve turned on the hot shower and quickly cleaned herself so that she was soon ready for the next lot of fucking which this time included being fucked right up her ass.
The men took turns at fucking her pussy, ass and mouth, regularly swapping about so that cocks went from pussy to ass, ass to mouth, or mouth to pussy and back again to her mouth, with Eve the whole time, totally submissive and letting herself go to her lust and love of this treatment.
“Let’s make the slut cry,” one of the men suggested.
They agreed that it would be fun and so they told Eve to kneel on the bed.
“Tip you head back a bit,” she was told.
Eve did as she was told and the men, each taking turns, began slapping her firmly across her face.
“You stupid, fucking cunt.” “You dirty little whore.” “You cock loving fucking bitch,” the abuse flowed as she was slapped.
Eve felt the tears coming to her eyes as the slaps across her face hurt her more and more. She felt happy though, that she was being treated in that way.
The men laughed and joked amongst themselves as Eve’s tears developed and she began to sob and cry more until the tears streamed down her face.
Having satisfied themselves with that bit of amusement, the men next decided to hang Eve upside down by her ankles, while they amused themselves with her body.
She was a little apprehensive but Eve nevertheless took part passively as the men took her to the garage and found ropes which they tied firmly about her ankles.
Soon she was hoisted into the air and was hanging upside down by her ankles, with her legs well apart so that her pussy was obscenely displayed.
The men amused themselves by fucking her pussy with various bottles that they found stacked on a shelf, then one of the men found her husband’s golfing equipment and they, one after the other, began pushing the golf balls up into her ass.
Twelve golf balls they inserted up Eve’s ass, so that they formed a flexible dildo which penetrated some twenty inches up into her intestines. Having performed that task, and finding some pieces of cane standing in a corner, they began flogging the insides of Eve’s thighs until she was screaming in pain.
“Best shut the fucking slut up or the neighbours will hear her,” one of the men said in alarm, and he crammed four of his fingers into Eve’s mouth and pulled her head right back so that she was effectively silenced and was reduced to making choking, gagging noises.
They thrashed the tender flesh of her thighs viciously until the white skin was striped with fiery red welts.
Eve’s eyes were staring and the tears were pouring forth as the pain raced through her body.
The men, getting more and more excited by Eve’s suffering, began also belting the canes down across the soft flesh of her bottom. She jerked about as she hung there upside down and suspended by her ankles, so that she was swinging and lurching around on the end of the rope.
“Fucking fantastic!” the man with his fingers jammed in Eve’s mouth marvelled in sadistic delight. “Look at the poor fucking bitch, she’s almost going fucking crazy.”
The other two men stopped their flogging to look at Eve’s face which was indeed contorted with pain, tear stained, and panic stricken.
“It must be almost unbearable for her,” one of the guys marvelled with enthusiasm.
“Let’s beat her cunt, that will give her fucking excruciating pain,” the other suggested.
They took up the canes once more and began thrashing them down right across Eve’s gaping pussy which glistened with a mixture of cum and her own juices.
The man jamming her mouth with his fingers, began slapping Eve’s still tightly bound, purple breasts, and occasionally gave her a good hard slap across her tear stained face as she twisted and shook about on the end of the rope.
The extreme sadism only ceased when Eve appeared to lose consciousness, no longer able to bear the horrendous and ghastly pain to which she was being subjected.
She was lowered down off the rope and taken back into the house and placed on the bed. Once she began to come to, the men, relieved to see that she was reviving alright, began to once more fuck her every opening until they each pumped their adulterous cum deep into her pussy, and standing back, looked at her laying there, panting lustfully with cum slowly oozing from her pussy.
Having satisfied their lust and beginning to think of the possible consequences of what they had done, the men began to get ready to leave. Their nervousness about the possibility of Eve telling her husband, with the subsequent involvement of the police, was quickly put to rest when Eve, battered and dishevelled, struggled to her feet and gave each of them a kiss full on the mouth, telling them that her husband would again be on night shift in two weeks time.
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The Slaver Gets His Wish Chapter 6
Continuing the Story
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Lori Jorgenson, a 23-year-old RN, was the third in a line of nurses who had disappeared from their jobs in the last few days. She, like the other two before her, had been very pretty with long, gorgeous legs, slim waistlines, ample bosoms, and beautiful blonde hair with blue eyes. The method of their disappearance had been different in each case, but the clues in helping the authorities to solve the cases were almost non-existent.
Anna Johansen was an extremely attractive 22-year-old girl who was abducted from her Toyota Corolla while leaving her last shift of the night on Sunday. Greta Peterson, age 21, was taken as she left her home for work on Monday morning. Lori, third to disappear, was shopping for a new apartment, when she dropped out of sight Monday afternoon.
All 3 girls regained consciousness in a palatial mansion, completely nude, with restraints on wrists and ankles. They all came to know that video cameras had been secreted in their rooms giving a 24-hour record of their movements. None of them realized where they were, nor could they understand the motive of the one who chloroformed them, forced them into a black van, and obviously brought them to this beautiful house. Each case also lacked witnesses as well as the aforementioned motive. The girls only started to learn why they were taken and what might happen to them if they refused to cooperate with their captors.
The first things each of the captives noticed were the furnishings of her room. Every precaution had been made to prevent the captive from escaping, as well as hurting herself or one of the captors. As they were to discover, the house was one which had remained in the estate of a wealthy client who had left its disposal on the market to any of his three friends, all of whom were wealthy, single, handsome, well-educated, and wanted a woman who would joyfully do anything required of her. Of the 42 rooms in the house, including an 8-car coach house, each captor was restrained in a way that limited her access to her bedroom and bathroom during the day; gourmet meals were served 3 times a day with a choice of snacks after each meal. Exercise equipment was placed into each room.
Every night the girls were given the most recent, and the most expensive, eveningwear in which to join their captors at the evening meal. All three wore belts through which could be remotely passed several volts of electrical shock to prevent their escape from the situation in which they found themselves. None had attempted to escape yet, and they had no idea what to expect from the duration of their confinement. Since nudity was their dress during the day, they had somewhat expected sexual advances and even perversions from their captors.
The first day of their confinement began with a luxurious bubble bath, followed by a breakfast of fresh baked croissants, and a selection of berries—raspberries, blackberries, and strawberries, along with fresh-squeezed orange juice, and fresh coffee with cream and sugar on the side. For protein, the meal included a soft-boiled egg. Morning exercise consisted of a stretching flexibility regimen along with many other exercises for flexibility and fitness. All their exercises were done naked with every part of the body exposed to video recording. Oddly enough, each woman gradually developed a sense of wanting to present her natural beauty in the best possible way.
They all received daily medications given both orally and by way of injection. The oral medications were always dissolved in their food so that they would receive them unknowingly, but they were powerless to prevent the daily injections and had no idea what was in the serum they were receiving.
Nothing of a sexual nature had taken place with any of the women, but each woman was acquiring a more active sex drive as the days passed. All the girls were able to carry on conversations with each other at dinner time each day, and they quickly discovered that although working in the United States, they all had a Swedish heritage. Their conversation, though always monitored by their 3 captors, was candid and open. The captors appeared extremely cordial and willing to acquiesce to most of the captives’ wishes—the wish for freedom was not one of them. And as time went by, the medications and injections began to have their effect on the girls.
Chapter 2
The captive nurses came from various hospitals within a small area of highly populated cities. The captors—let us call them Michael, Charles, and William—had searched online profiles from Facebook, My Space, and dating websites. They had also used old-fashioned physical surveillance to secure their prey. Once chosen and taken into captivity, the nurses were removed by limousine to the above-mentioned mansion, which was placed in a remote area of northern California.
Anna had become comfortable with her current state of existence, and having been paired off with Michael, enjoyed his company every night at dinner. She grew to wish she had more contact with him, and it was soon to come. On the anniversary of her second week in captivity, Michael unexpectedly appeared to share breakfast with her. On that occasion he released her wrists and ankles from their restraints and removed her belt.
She did not know how to receive this sudden freedom except for an expression of gratitude which demonstrated itself with a hug and kiss for her captor. He relished her emotional expression and returned it with his own. Despite the last 2 weeks of imprisonment, Anna felt that Michael now owned her heart—as well as the rest of her—to do with as he wished.
Since Anna was already nude, it was a short trip for him to join her in that condition. Michael then picked up the naked nurse and walked her from the breakfast table to the bed. Lying next to her on the bed, Michael began to whisper endearments into Anna’s ear, and followed with light kisses on her ear and neck. He also began to gently stroke Anna’s generous bosom as she immediately began moaning in response. As she lay on her back to his left, he moved his left arm under her to begin tenderly squeezing her left breast as his mouth kissed and sucked the nipple of her right breast. Her right hand reached for his already swollen cock, while his right hand found the wet folds of her slick pussy.
She pumped his large penis as he stroked from her soaking vagina to her aroused and enlarged clitoris. They remained in this attitude of foreplay for several minutes with nothing but moans and sighs escaping their lips. At some point in the sexual encounter, things quickly moved to the next level. Anna cried out, “Michael, please fuck me darling! I want your large cock inside my wet pussy!” Michael responded quickly, moving between Anna’s long, beautiful thighs and penetrating her vagina with one quick thrust. This sudden sexual invasion brought a loud cry from Anna, “Oh yes, my darling! Fuck me, please, fuck me. I don’t want you to ever stop fucking me!” Michael’s muscular chest pressed against Anna’s large breasts with each stroke, and his mouth began smothering hers with kisses as their tongues entwined. Their first sexual encounter ended quickly as Anna came to a sudden orgasm which lasted several minutes and triggered a similar climax from Michael as he ejaculated a large amount of hot sperm inside her womb. After this first coupling, Michael stayed in bed with Anna and they both lapsed into a peaceful sleep, both naked (and exposed to all the hidden video cameras).
After a few hours of blissful sleep, Anna awakened to find Michael’s erect penis pushing against her thigh. She leaned down to take his member into her wet mouth and began sucking it until it was extremely hard. By this point Michael had also roused from sleep and found that Anna had prepared him for intercourse.
As he pushed his morning erection into her moist, ready vagina, Michael whispered, “You’re soakin’ wet, babe.”
Anna wrapped her long legs around Michael’s waist and he gripped the sides of her pelvis as he rammed his large penis into her over and over again. When he felt his penis was thoroughly ready, he gathered some of Anna’s sticky lubrication and rubbed it generously on her rosebud ass. He then pulled out of her vagina and drove his hardened penis into her anus. This was her first ever violation of that part of her body, but she soon realized the sensual emotions which were bringing her to the heights of another orgasm.
As she felt Michael’s member repeatedly slide into her ass, she cried, “Oh, Michael, oh my darling, oh precious, it feels so good…so good.”
Michael continued his anal assault as her moans grew in both frequency and volume. Michael had held his missionary position with Anna which made it easy for him to stroke her clitoris as he pounded her ass.
“You like that baby?”
“Yes, sweetie, just like that!” she said between moans. “Keep stroking my clit, darling, it’s wonderful.”
In a few minutes she was in the throes of her second orgasm of the day. Just minutes later, Michael filled her ass with another load of hot sperm. He then reattached her restraints and left her on the bed as he showered. He then left the room.
In Greta’s room, a similar scene was about to take place as Charles brought a late breakfast of blueberry pancakes with maple syrup, thin slices of smoked ham, and a citrus bowl on the side with a pot of steaming hot coffee, cream, and sugar. Greta was accustomed to an earlier breakfast, and the sight of these offerings made her mouth water. But first things first…she rolled over on her bed so that her ass was in a receptive mode for her daily injection. These shots never really hurt, either while they were being given or afterwards, but Greta wondered what was in them. She had absolutely no memory of her vicious objections to the shots at the beginning of her captivity. After 2 weeks, she had no clue that the injections were of a serum that contained designer drugs—drugs that heightened sexual drive and quickly hastened the effects of Stockholm syndrome. Oh well, she also wondered why there seemed to be such a large breakfast this morning, but then she saw that Charles was staying to eat with her. In similar fashion as the other couple, Charles removed Greta’s restraints, and bade her join him at the breakfast table. While only a year or two younger than the other girls, Greta maintained a little girl’s excitement with novel things—an attitude which Charles understood and was going to exploit.
“Today, Greta, I would like for you to call me ‘Daddy.’ Is that quite all right? ” “Yes, I think that would be fun.”
“Would you like for me to serve your plate and pour your coffee, Greta?”
“Yes, Daddy, thank you for this nice breakfast. I love blueberry pancakes!”
“We must eat quickly, Greta, for I have a game for us after breakfast.”
“Oh, Daddy, could you tell me now? I’m so excited to be able to play with you.”
“Let’s hurry and eat, and then I’ll explain the game completely.”
“Okay, Daddy. Oh, my goodness, the pancakes are delicious…so is the ham, and the coffee.”
Greta and Charles quickly finished their meal, and then Charles sat Greta on her bed as he began to explain the game.
Chapter 4
“Greta, you enjoy parties don’t you?”
“Yes, daddy. I like them very much!”
“Well, this party we’ll be fun for you, me, and a few of daddy’s friends.”
“What will we do at this party, daddy?”
“The first thing we will do is work off some of the calories which were contained in our big breakfast…is that okay with you?”
“Sure, Daddy.”
“Greta, I want you to pretend that I’m your daddy who has just returned from war. You’re very happy to see me, and you want to meet all my sexual needs like a wife, since my wife has died and you are my only daughter. Do you understand?”
“Oh, daddy, that sounds so very romantic! I’d love to do it!”
Charles told Greta just to follow his lead in everything, and not to worry if she messed up since this was just a pretend play. At this point he walked out the door, stayed for a few seconds, and then walked in. Greta was still naked, and she acted as if she were about to take a shower when her daddy’s return took her by surprise. She ran to his open arms, threw her arms around his neck, and smothered him with “welcome home” kisses on the mouth. Charles picked her up and swung her around the room, finally dropping her on the bed. He quickly undressed and then dove between her legs, licking her delicious cunt and sucking her aroused clitoris.
Greta spoke almost breathlessly, “Daddy, I’ve missed you so much! Please don’t be upset with me, but I just must taste your big penis and make it hard. I want you inside me, too. Is that okay, daddy?”
The shot had taken effect, and she struggled to find his growing penis. Sensing her need, however, he held her off and brought her to a quick orgasm, pushing one finger up her ass as he licked, sucked, and gently chewed her clitoris. When her thrashing about had settled down, she reached for his penis and held it along with his balls in gentle hands as she licked and sucked the big knob and then slid his manhood completely into her mouth. She sucked it in and out as she licked the large vein on the underside of his penis. In a few minutes he was spraying several globs of white-hot sperm into her mouth, and she was swallowing it all. When the ejaculations had ended, Greta licked her daddy clean of all his sperm.
“That was delicious, daddy! I want to do it some more!” she said, and she continued sucking him into a new erection.
After a few minutes, Charles pulled his penis from Greta’s mouth and used his new found hardness to penetrate his “daughter’s” wet pussy and fuck her to another mind-bending orgasm before he once more filled her hot depths with his spunk.
Lying in their afterglow, Charles said, “Honey, you’ve done very well in this game so far, and you’re very close to winning. Would you like to continue?”
“Oh, yes, daddy! I love this game! Let’s play it all day long!”
Chapter 5
Charles and his two kidnapping friends had hired 3 illegal Mexican immigrants, all with large genital packages, had given them $100.00 each for the day, and had transported them from the place of hiring to the remote captivity location. The immigrants were kept in the back of a closed van and could not view the route taken from one site to the other. Now they found themselves in a wonderful house with fabulous furnishings, and were immediately treated to a sumptuous feast before they began their “work” for the day.
“Greta, dear, I know you’ll love the second part of this game!” “Daddy has brought one of his best army buddies home, and I’d like for you to be especially nice to him just as you were to your daddy. Do you promise me that you’ll do your best to make my friend happy?”
“Of course, daddy,” Greta laughingly said, taking great delight in this new game. “You know I’d do anything to please you.”
Greta couldn’t believe how easily she had acquiesced to the demands that Charles had required of her. In two short weeks she had become a slave, and she never sensed the transformation.
William had briefed the three temporary employees as to their roles in the little game which Charles was playing with Greta. When the first of the three entered Greta’s room, however, nothing could have prepared him for what he saw. The most beautiful woman he had ever encountered, naked, and waiting to give him the fucking of a lifetime.
“Greta, honey, I would like for you to meet one of my best army buddies. You should call him Uncle Pedro.”
“Uncle Pedro! My daddy speaks very highly of you, and he’d like for me to entertain you while you’re here.”
“Greta, you’ve become a beautiful young lady since the last time I saw you.”
“And you’re more handsome than ever, Uncle,” said the playful Greta.
“Greta, I have some work to do, so I’ll leave you with Uncle Pedro for awhile. I’ll be back before too long, okay?”
“Okay, daddy.”
And with those parting words, Charles left the room.
“Wow, sweetie!” said Pedro. When Charles and I were dodging bullets in Iraq, he talked about you all the time. But nothing could prepare me for how beautiful you’ve become!”
“That is so sweet, Uncle Pedro. Are you tired? If you are, we can lie down for awhile.”
“I’d like that very much, Greta. Do you mind if I give you a kiss?”
“Of course not. Where are my manners?”
Greta stepped toward Pedro and found herself lifted by her naked bottom from the floor as Pedro enveloped her tight young body and carried her to the bed. In just a moment, he was kissing, licking, and sucking her delicious young pussy.
Chapter 4
Pedro’s hands were squeezing Greta’s large breasts as his tongue worked its magic on her clitoris. With the cry of a woman reaching a huge climax, Greta came within a few minutes. Pedro licked her abundant pussy juices like a man who has wandered upon an oasis in the desert. Having divested himself of his clothing, and without giving the poor girl a rest, he rolled her over
and entered her young vagina from behind.
“Yes, Uncle, please fuck my young pussy. I’ve always wanted to have you inside me. Ugh! Ugh! This feels great!”
He pounded her with his large penis until she had experienced another orgasm, then he ejaculated his sperm into her young fertile womb.
“Oh, Uncle Pedro, I’ve never been given so much pleasure, and I’ve never seen a penis as large as yours.”
Having gotten his own needs met, and being completely spent, Pedro excused himself with just a few words. “Honey, I gotta’ leave now. I’ve got an important meeting with your daddy.”
“Okay, Uncle Pedro. I wish you could stay longer but I understand. Please come back and see me again.”
Pedro, still not quite believing his amazing good fortune, dressed quickly and left Greta lying naked on the bed.
After about half an hour Charles re-entered Greta’s room. He had given her plenty of time to take a shower, dry herself, and put on the scrumptious scent that she always wore. “Greta, did you enjoy having Uncle Pedro here?”
“Oh, yes daddy…very much. He was wonderful!”
“Well, sweetie, the game is about over, and you’re doing very well. I believe you’re going to win!”
“Let me introduce you to Uncle Jaime, and Uncle Juan. They’re here for a short visit, and I need for you to entertain them the way you did Uncle Pedro.”
“Wow! I’ll be happy to! Uncle Jaime and Uncle Juan, would you like to come to bed with me?”
Jaime and Juan immediately removed their clothing and climbed into Greta’s bed. She reached out for their deflated penises and started to give one of them a blowjob as she gave the other a hand job. The two uncles began to suck Greta’s large breasts as one of them finger-fucked her wet pussy. Jaime was the first to roll over on his back and pull Greta on to his hard cock.
“Oh, Uncle Jaime, your cock is stretching my little pussy. It feels great!”
“Si, sobrinita (yes, little niece),” and your pussy is so smooth around my cock! I love it!”
Juan waited for a while as Jaime drove his penis into Greta’s pussy. When Greta’s juices began to flow from her soaking wet cunt, Juan gathered them and applied them generously to her asshole. He also spit on her anus and his cock and then pushed his manhood into her ass. Greta gave several grunts as she felt the pain of this double penetration, but she did not deny either uncle of their chosen fuck holes.
“Uncle Juan, I can’t believe how painful your cock was to begin with, but how great it feels now!”
“Yes, sweetheart, and I love your tight ass, too!”
After several minutes of hard fucking, both uncles emptied their balls into Greta. They both kept their manhood inside Greta’s holes until their cocks became deflated. At that point, Greta licked their penises clean and lay down between them. Each man then rolled toward Greta and continued sucking her fabulous breasts.
Both men dressed and left Greta’s room and Charles re-entered. “I suppose you’re too tired to fuck your daddy.”
“Absolutely not, daddy! How would you like it, pussy or ass?”
“Down girl! You and I’ll have plenty of time together. Now is time for your nap before we meet for dinner, okay.”
“Daddy! You know I would do anything you ask of me. You own me now. I’m at your complete disposal. I just wondered if I had won the game and what my reward would be.”
“I’ll let you know that at dinner, so that you can share your happiness with Anna and Lori.”
“Okay, daddy!” She said as she drifted quickly off to sleep.
Chapter 5
Due to the arrangements of the girls’ rooms, and the HVAC ducts which supplied heating and air conditioning to the rooms, Lori new that something special was going to happen today. So when William entered her room, she had already assumed the position for her daily injection. Once the injection was given, she seemed almost immediately in a positive, talkative mood.
“Is this party day for us today, master?” Oddly enough, Lori had begun using this means of addressing William on her own, and he liked it.
“Don’t you think every day is a party day, Lori?”
“Of course, but with all the hustling and bustling, I just thought today was going to be even more fun than it usually is.”
“Do you think it’s fun being held captive by 3 men at least 20 years your senior?”
“Being able to walk around naked is fun, being able to display ourselves to the hidden cameras is fun, being able to dress up in a new nightgown every night is fun. And having sex with you is always fun, master. Am I going to enjoy that tonight?”
William knew that the drugs he had given the girls were all identical dosages, but they had worked more quickly on Lori from the beginning, and now she seemed to be utterly committed to him.
“Check your closet, Lori. And don’t forget to examine the box on the shelf above. You have exactly two hours from right now to put on your pre-selected dress, along with all its accessories, fix your hair exactly the way you want it…and do your makeup so that it matches the entire ensemble. Tonight you and I will be joining the others in the main ballroom for drinks, dancing, and a special dinner.”
“Oh, master, Oh, master”…Lori was left somewhat speechless by William’s description of everything. She ran and hugged him with her large breasts pushing against his chest as she put both arms around his neck in an erotic hug that she was not soon to relinquish.
At this point, William had to forcefully remove her loving arms from his neck, and said, “Okay, I guess I have time to fuck you once, but then no more fooling around…you need to be ready by 7pm.”
“Oh, thank you, master. I’ll do my best to please you!”
The fact that Lori was already naked made getting ready for sex a good bit easier than it might have been. William quickly removed his clothes and climbed into bed with his beautiful blonde slave, moving his mouth to service her nipples as he moved his fingers to gently service her clit.
After a while in that position, she climbed over him to take his penis into her mouth and he was presented with her vagina to kiss, lick, suck, and nibble gently on her labia and clitoris. He was rewarded with muffled moaning as she continued her fellatio. He also inserted a finger into her pussy and immediately found her g-spot, which he attended with the proper amount of attention to bring her to an extremely quick orgasm.
After her joyful cries and trembling had ended, he rolled her over on her back and watched as her natural breasts rolled off to either side of her chest. He mounted her and penetrated her womanhood in one sudden movement, and then he began a slow, in-and-out repetitive motion that had produced the muffled moans earlier. These moans, however, were not muffled…they began with a barely audible sound, and they gradually increased in volume, as did the words she began to utter.
“Oh my God, sweet master, please fuck me! Fuck my pussy! Oh, I love to feel your big cock in my tight little cunt! Yes, master, right there! Yes, yes, yes, Oh God, I’m going to come!”
She screamed in a body-wracking climax just as William erupted in a huge ejaculation which filled the young girl’s womb. He rolled over to her side, and she immediately placed her blonde head on his shoulder and her large breasts up against his arm. Several minutes went by as they both enjoyed their afterglow. To Lori it was as if they were a newly married couple on their honeymoon, but she and the other girls were soon to find out that this blissful existence was not to have the least resemblance to a honeymoon.
Chapter 6
William had left her room, and Lori was exploring her closet to find just the right dress for what she thought was going to be a wonderful fun-filled night of dinner and dancing. She was completely awestruck at the diamond, ruby, and sapphire jewelry that she found in the box on the shelf above the dresses. At the same time, Anna and Gena were also joyfully getting ready for the same festivities. What none of them found in their closets were either bras or panties. They all contented themselves, however, with beautiful matching shoes. Each girl took special pains with her make-up so that she got the best natural look possible. Meanwhile a selected group of individuals, each of whom had cheerfully paid their usual $50,000 entry fee for the night, had gathered in the ballroom. These men and women all belonged to an elite club of very wealthy people who had particular sexual appetites. Those appetites included fulfilling sexual fetishes with tall, blonde, big-breasted, Swedish girls. The girls had been anticipating a special dinner for the night, but little did they know that they were the special dinner.
The list of attendees at this gathering included Philip, an internet billionaire; Donald, owner of a fleet of cargo ships; Elizabeth, heiress to a pharmaceutical fortune; Terrence, real estate mogul; Faisal, an international banker; Kristina, member of a royal family; Xavier, leader of a large drug cartel; Chloe, owner of a large Australian diamond mine; and Naoki, a Japanese industrialist.
Each girl was now completely dressed, ready, and waiting with eagerness in her room when her respective captor entered, holding a hypodermic needle and a glass of water. Each was told to swallow a single pill and then assume her position for her second injection of the day. None of the girls questioned her master’s purpose in these extra preparations; all of them trusted their masters implicitly—and in just 2 weeks.
The girls were then assembled in a much larger bedroom and were given these instructions: “Tonight you will meet a very special group of people. They all will make certain demands of you, and you will meet those demands cheerfully and without any hesitation or questioning. Do you understand?”
And each of the girls responded, “Yes, sir,” except for Lori, who answered, “Yes, master.” All of the girls, however, were wearing radiant smiles on their beautiful faces.
Moments later the girls entered the main ballroom and were introduced to the guests by their captors. The names of the guests, however, were not given to the girls. One of the guests, Donald, raised his arm in a gesture toward the girls as he spoke to the women in his group.
“Ladies first!”
Elizabeth, Kristina, and Chloe were unlike the girls as well as unlike each other; but they all shared a common attribute—large bosoms. All three of the guests enjoyed the same fetishes with women. They liked to suckle breasts at the same time theirs were being suckled. They also enjoyed mutual cunnilingus and French kissing. And they shared the desire to be choked as they climaxed. All these instructions were given to the girls and they quickly warmed to their tasks.
The men in the group sat in a large circle and sipped their drinks as they prepared to view the female entertainment.
Anna moved to Elizabeth as Gena paired off with Kristina and Lori with Chloe. The girls began to remove their guests’ clothing and immediately discovered that the women wore no more than they did. The ladies responded by stripping the girls of their dresses.
The nude women then began to explore each other’s naked bodies. Lori found Chloe’s breasts to have dark, wide aureoles and thick nipples. Anna saw that Elizabeth’s pussy was shaved bare the same as her own. Gena squeezed Kristina’s large breasts as she engaged her mouth with a deep kiss and sucked on Kristina’s delicious tongue.
The girls and their bosomy guests rushed into sexual concert as if they might never have another chance. The men who sat observing found it hard to believe that these beautiful young women had become such willing sex slaves in only a 2-week time period. All three couples engaged heartily in the various fetishes of each lady guest, and the room was filled with the sounds of moaning and loud orgasms. After each of the guests had sampled the sexual offerings of each girl, the young slaves were given a short rest period before tending to their male counterparts.
When the rest time had expired, Lori was quickly teamed up with Donald and Naoki, both of whom had already divested themselves of their clothing and had been waiting for their turn with the girls. Greta was entertaining a naked Philip and an equally naked Terrence, whereas Anna was servicing Xavier and Faisal.
At this point in the proceedings, all three girls were covered with aromatic oil as their erogenous zones became lubricated for the festivities to follow. The men of each threesome seemed to enjoy sucking their captive’s nipples, biting them and twisting and pulling them as the girls all cried out in a mixture of pain and pleasure. From the breasts, the men moved seamlessly to a fellatio-coitus combination in which each girl received an explosion of sperm in her mouth and pussy.
The men changed positions and each girl then bore the responsibility of sucking the male pair of her new threesome to a renewed erection. Then each girl was treated to a double penetration, which brought each member of each threesome to orgasm. At that point the girls found their pussies again filled with more sperm while their asses got their first filling.
Finally, the last change of threesome members took place, and the fisting began. If each of the girls had found it difficult to accept a large penis in her pussy at the same time another one was pumping her ass, this last test would be the acid test for the night’s final event—the auction.
Greta and Anna, having had more experience sexually, were each able to accept one fist in the pussy and another in the ass. Lori cried out in such terrible pain from the exercise of this particular fetish that she was unable to continue. She wept inconsolably, however, not because of the extreme pain in her genitals; she was disappointed that she had failed her master.
Lori moved to William as quickly as her damaged body would allow and threw her arms around him in a desperate hug that begged forgiveness for her inability to please his guests.
“I’m so sorry master…so sorry…please master…please forgive me. Please let me have another chance to win the game. I’m so very, very sorry.” Her utterances were racked with violent sobs that made understanding them extremely difficult.
William lifted Lori into his arms as if she were a feather. “Lori dear, don’t worry. You haven’t failed me. You actually won the game!” Now it’s time to see how much money you actually brought me.
Lori’s tears quickly dried up and a big smile came over her angelic face. “Do you really mean it, master? Did I really win?”
“Yes, sweetie. Our guests all desired to have the girl with the tightest vagina and anus. That just happened to be you. And now you three will be auctioned off to the highest bidder.”
The girls were all circulated to the guests for some final fucking, sucking, and whatever the guests had in mind to do to their beautiful booty. The hosts were extremely excited with the fine reception the nurses had gotten from their prospective buyers. The girls at this time did not know that they would soon become the exclusive property of one of the guests, and that they would most likely be divided so that they would not only miss seeing any loved ones back home, but would miss the company of the other nurses.
And so the auction began. Faisal had fancied Greta from the very beginning. He was determined to add her to his harem and so he took possession of Greta for the mere sum of $775,000 after only 5 bids. Anna had been the source of Chloe’s multi-orgasms that night, something Chloe had never experienced in her life. Chloe actually felt that Anna might become her life partner. And so as the auction continued Anna went to Chloe for $940,000 on the 8th bid. But the bidding lasted several minutes for Lori, who had impressed every man in the group. The bidding actually started at $1 million by Donald and was quickly raised half a million by Terrence. Xavier placed a bid of $2 million and was outbid immediately by Phillip at $2.5 million.
At this point Naoki made an offer of $3 million, and the auction began to slow down. One host would increase the amount a few thousand dollars and another would counter with a few thousand more. Several minutes was spent with bids being increased in small amounts until Lori was finally auctioned to Naoki for $4.25 million. His bid was several hundred thousands of dollars higher than the previous bid, and with his bid all bidding came to an end. As soon as the auction had ceased, the new masters took possession of their slaves, saw that they were dressed in the most beautiful attire suitable to the region in which they would be living, and removed them to their various modes of transportation—mostly personal custom jets. The slaves had performed to the perfect delight of their former masters. The night had gone far beyond the expectations of the captors. The final pill each had taken along with their final injection had finished the transformation from nurse to sexual slave. The three girls would find their new identity with their buyers as the best possible thing that could have ever happened to them. Now the captors bore the new responsibility of securing another trio of beautiful girls for their next adventure in human trafficking.
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The Slaver Gets His Wish Chapter 7
By popular demand, loreena is put in her place
Love or Torture?
CHAPTER ONE
It had taken a lot of convincing, but finally, FINALLY, Chloe’s parents had agreed to let her go on holiday with her friends over the summer. There were six of them going including her, going on a group holiday before going back to school. Chloe was over the moon. It had taken weeks of sucking up, extra chores, ‘love-me’ eyes and generally being over the top nice to convince her parents, but finally they had relented.
Chloe was above average looks for a girl of just 15. Long naturally wavy blonde hair that cascaded over her shoulders to her mid back, bright blue eyes, flawless skin, curvy body (but only in the right places) Nice firm boobs with bright pink nipples, a heart-shaped bubble butt and long legs. Despite having long legs however, she only just brushed over five-foot-two, she really wasn’t tall.
She was probably the best looking of her group of friends, although the twins, Kelly and Cindy were also teenage knockouts. Both had jet black hair that was straight as an arrow, Kelly had hers only to her shoulders whilst Cindy’s fell all the way down to her butt. They each had blue eyes too, swimmers bodies and were tall, a good six inches over Chloe. They did everything together and turned many heads as they paraded through town wearing as little as was socially acceptable.
The other three girls, Danni, Jess and Lily were all good looking girls, but really weren’t in the same league as the others. Jess was carrying a little extra weight and Danni had a rather hideous pair of glasses that didn’t suit her at all and certainly didn’t do her any favours.
But none of this really mattered, they were all really close, and they were finally heading on holiday to Spain.
The weeks dragged by, Chloe ticking seemingly endless days off of her calendar, buying clothes and lotion and sunglasses and all the essentials for a girls-only holiday.
Eventually, the day arrived and her parents dropped her at the airport. Final hugs and warnings were given and her mother shed a tear as she waved her through the gate. Chloe was happy though, and was laughing as she took her seat next to Lily on the plane. Not a care in the world. Nothing could spoil this holiday.
She might have felt differently if she had known that this was the last time that she would ever see her parents.
The plane landed a little after nine PM local time, and it was not dark but evening was certainly setting in. As teenage girls always will when booking their own holidays, none had thought to book a cab to their hotel and so they found two outside the airport and after some pointing at maps and showing booking forms, the cab drivers loaded their luggage and set off.
The first sign that something was wrong was that the drivers headed off in the complete wrong direction. But having no local knowledge and not really focusing on where they were going, the girls didn’t notice this. It was getting steadily darker and as the initial excitement was wearing thin, the first trace that something was amiss dawned on Chloe.
They had left the city long behind and were deep into the country now. There were no buildings to speak of and the scenery was getting less and less green and turning almost into dry desert. Chloe looked across at Jess beside her, before glancing at Cindy in the front seat. They all exchanged worried and confused looks. Then she caught the eyes of the driver in the rear view mirror.
Before she even had time to work out what had happened, he had slammed the brakes on, sending her flying into the back of his seat. Cindy had very nearly smacked her head on the dashboard and Jess had been sent smashing into the seat in front of her as well. If she hadn’t been so worried about her own situation she would have noticed the other Taxi (which was slightly ahead of them) had stopped as well.
Recovering from her shock, she looked into the front to see the driver had knocked Cindy out cold. A trickle of blood was running from her forehead. Chloe screamed but she knew it was useless. The doors had automatically locked and they were in the middle of nowhere. The driver reached into the back, pinning her against the door. Jess was hammering at his back, but her efforts were barely evening bothering the man as he shoved a rag into Chloe’s face. She could barely breathe, she felt herself slowly slipping unconscious. Barely thirty seconds later, she blacked out.
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CHAPTER TWO
She was lying down on a bed. Across from her was a light brown door that was closed. She knew without having to be told that it was locked. A small round window was pouring light onto her face. She had woken with a start and realised that her wrists were shackled above her head to the bed frame. She had clothes on. The same she had been wearing. A tight fitting pair of denim shorts, a pink vest top and pop socks. Her shoes were missing. She had been comfortable in these clothes when she put them on, but now, somehow, she felt very exposed.
She had no idea how long she lay there for. By the time that she heard voices outside the door however, the light beam had moved all the way to her knees. A key turned in the lock and the door swung open. She had a brief look at another door on the other side of a hallway before a man entered and the door swung shut again.
He was tall. Much taller than her. And well-built as well. He wore a tight fitting tank top and cargo shorts. His beard was black and clipped short, like the hair on top of his head. His eyes were piercing; he seemed to take every detail of her in. He didn’t speak for a while.
‘So’ he said softly, ‘you’re English?’
He spoke with a Spanish accent for sure, but his English was very good.
‘Y-y-yes’ Chloe stammered back at him. Her heart was pounding and her brain was going a thousand miles an hour.
‘Hmmm’ it was disconcerting that his eyes never left hers. He never seemed to blink. ‘Vacation huh? You got a little bit more than you were expecting on this trip, huh little girl?’
There was no answer that she could give, but he didn’t seem to need one.
‘It does not matter. What matters is that you belong to me now. Your body, your mind. I own you little girl, that is all that matters!’
She was truly terrified. This was a situation that she had never even believed could happen outside of movies. All she could think of was one thing.
‘M-m-m-m-my friends! What h-have you done, w-with them? She stammered at him so fast she barely had time to think before saying the words.
‘Ha! Your friends are here. You are in with luck little girl. Normally we split groups like yours up, but we have had a request for six girls, and we were thinking we were out of luck until you came along’
She was confused. Her friends were safe. Well, they were here and by the sounds of it alive, but beyond that she had no idea what was going on. She managed to string together a question from what he had told her.
‘W-what do you mean a request?’
He cocked his head to one side and for the first time blinked.
‘You are all to be sold, to a very wealthy client. Tomorrow, we will move you to him’
Before that could sink in, he had moved to the door, opened it and was gone.
Sold?! She had been sold, her friends too! To who?
She began to cry. She was so terrified. Her thoughts were of her parents, so far away, so unaware of what their daughter was going through. They might not even notice anything was wrong for ten days. It would have been a small comfort to see her friends, but even they were beyond her reach for the time being.
She was hungry. Sleep would not come. She was thirsty.
It was dark before the door opened again.
The man who entered didn’t say a word. He simply carried a tray to her; on it was a glass of water, some bread and a slice of ham.
He fed her and gave her a drink, which she would have rejected if she had been in any position to move or struggle. Plus she was famished.
After he had done his duty, he left, Chloe’s shouted questions falling on apparently deaf ears.
She cried again, but with food and water inside of her, she could at least manage to cry herself to sleep.
The light hit her again. She woke with a start. The first man was in front of her again. He had a rope in his hand. She let her sleepy eyes wander to the door; two more men were standing there, holding long knives. He approached her, she whimpered but there was no compassion in his eyes. He tied the rope around her arms and then unshackled her before forcing a hood over her head. He was rough, pushing her to the door. He led her down the hall and shoved her into a van parked at the end. She fell to the floor but hit something soft, another person.
‘Hello?’ she whispered.
‘Chloe?’ came a voice that she recognised as Kelly’s. she sounded if anything more terrified than her.
‘Oh my god what is happening?!’ Chloe reeled off quickly. She felt a blow to her head and shriek to her left told her Kelly had received the same.
‘No talk, NO talk!’ came a gruff voice she didn’t recognise.
After a few minutes another thud told her another of her friends had been put in the van, then another, then another and finally, another. She didn’t dare say anything and none of them spoke either, although she head some muffled sobs.
They drove what seemed for hours. None of them speaking, seeing where they were going, just feeling the road go by beneath them.
After what seemed forever they stopped and the doors opened. She was roughly grabbed and dragged around what she assumed were halls. Faint music was playing in the background.
She was brought suddenly to her feet. Her hood was removed, but before she could get more than a glimpse of her surroundings, she was unconscious again.
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CHAPTER THREE
When she woke again she was tied to another bed. This time though, it was different. She was not on her back, she had been tied clamped in the doggy position. What was more, she was clean, had her hair back in a ponytail, but worst of all, was naked. She could tell this because she was facing a mirror. This was not an ordinary bedroom though. Whoever owned this was RICH! The sheets beneath her were silk she could tell, and the mirror was surely surrounded by gold? The walls were patterned beautifully and the room was perfumed and smelled beautiful. Behind her reflection she could make a door out, white.
Her head was unrestricted and she cast around for a better look at her surroundings, but nothing seemed to help. There were no windows in this room. As she turned her head she noticed something else about herself. Tied around her waist was a bow. Large and red, it too looked like it was made of silk. She looked, she thought, like a present.
The door burst opened and sprang back so quickly it shut again off of its hinges. The man who came through was taller even than the man who had taken her. He was black, extremely muscular, he wore only a red silk robe that left his torso bare and only covered the waist down. He certainly was not an attractive man. One of his eyes was white, there was no pupil and he had a terrible scar that cut down his cheek and made his beard look strange. However his physique made her think of body builders and pictures that she had seen of men like Arnold Schwarzenegger.
‘Good evening young lady’ he spoke, again with a perfect English dialect but his accent was African not Spanish. He spoke as though she was not tied to his bed and stark naked.
‘I am aware that this must be a very unusual situation you find yourself in. However you should know that I am not going to hurt you, so long as you do what I say’ he smiled. He was standing right behind her. He had not looked anywhere but her eyes, he was totally at ease.
She was bewildered. She was still petrified but there was something about this man that made her less afraid, she knew the terror was all coming from her and that this man was not telling her lies.
Then he said something that totally shattered that illusion.
‘However’ he carried on, the smile instantly gone, to be replaced with an expression of malice. ‘if you do disobey me, even slightly, your friends will be made to suffer and you will watch their punishment’
A cry of terror caught in her throat and her eyes welled up. The man however was smiling again.
‘Anyway’ he said brightly, as though they were about to discuss a movie or dinner, ‘let us get down to business’
For the first time he looked across her body. Down her neck, along her back across her spread bum cheeks, down her crack to her bright pink pussy, then down her legs, and back up to her face.
‘Very nice!’ he said, giving her a toothy grin. She noticed two of his teeth were missing.
He reached and undid the bow. It fell off of her, the silk brushing her sides. He stepped right up to her, cupping one cheek of her ass with his hand and leaning to her ear. She felt the power of the man as he leaned gently on her.
‘Just as a last reminder’ he almost whispered, ‘disobey me, and your friends will suffer’
He stood back again and released his robe. Despite her situation, Chloe could not help but gasp.
She had had sex before. Barely a year ago, her boyfriend had taken her virginity. However he had a penis about five inches long.
The man standing behind her defenceless body had a penis that was at least eight inches long. And it was soft.
‘You really are a present are you not!’ he exclaimed. Before she really saw him move he had raised his hand and it had come crashing down on her left cheek. It stung like fire and she screamed out loud at the force.
‘Now, young lady, no need to scream like that. You will not scream again, that is an order!’
She was ready for what happened this time, and as his hand came crashing down on her right cheek, her friends face played through her mind. She bit so hard into her lip, she bled.
‘Better’ he said smiling. She noticed that his cock was gradually hardening, it was up to ten inches and growing now.
He straddled her waist. Putting his massive tool between her thighs he squished them around it and began fucking her thighs. She saw in the mirror his one good eye was closed. It was a fully hard cock now sliding between her legs.
Without warning he slid his dick from between her thighs and put it at the entrance to her pussy. She gasped as the head pressed against her entrance and then in one fluid motion, he was inside her.
She shrieked.
His eye did not open. His rhythm did not stop. He began to fuck her. Slowly at first. His cock sliding all the way out of her pussy until only the tip was left in. then he would slowly insert it all the way back. He did about an inch a second.
It had hurt when he first went in, she was not horny, she was scared. However now. She had to admit, feeling that monster in her was turning her on.
He had not said anything about her outburst. Maybe it only applied to spanking? Or maybe he had been too caught up in the moment to realise.
Gradually the stroked got faster. He was putting more force in as well, his mighty sack was slapping at her as he thrust himself into her again and again.
She hated herself for it. But she came. Her orgasm burst over her, she had never cum so hard before. Careful not to risk crying out again, she satisfied herself with groaning and moaning as quietly as possible. It was not easy. He was filling her 15 year old pussy so well. It occurred to her in that state of orgasmic bliss, she never wanted that cock to leave her pussy.
Her eyes closed again, as she came for the second time. On and on he pounded, he did not tire. He just keep pounding away.
A finger slipped into her ass. It was unexpected, but she welcomed it. It was just another stimulation to bring her to her next mind blowing orgasm.
Finally. Just as she peaked for the third time. He came.
He spewed inside of her, the cum spurted so hard that even with his cock buried inside her tight little twat, it spurted out of the sides.
She was ashamed as she came back down. A tear rolled down her cheek.
‘You did good young lady’ he said, she was worried that he was not even out of breath. ‘Clean yourself up’ he indicated a box of tissues on the counter as he reached for a key and undid her bindings.
Not even bothering to retrieve his robe he walked to the door. He opened it and was across the threshold before he turned.
‘Oh, the second outburst did not go un-noticed’ he said, stern but looking over his shoulder so she could not see the emotion in his eyes. She stopped rubbing her wrists at once.
‘In half an hour, you will see what happens when you break my rules’ with that he slammed the door.
Chloe felt the tears come again, she had let her friends down. But worse. She had given herself totally, mind and body, to the man who had bought her as a slave.
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Chores II
Daddy’s Little Sweetheart has been very bad, and punishment hurts
A Dark World
So, this is my first story so I hope you guys enjoy, I am thinking about making 2 – 4 more parts, it just depends on how well people like this story and if I feel like making more. This took about 8 hours over the timespand of a week because I only worked on it when I was bored. If you want to skip to the point, go to Chapter 4.
Please Help Me
Her pleas of “Please help me” became my pleas of “Please marry me.”
Automatic Lock In
Shoulda paid more attention to the newsletters… but I’m glad i didn’t…
Sara and Mr. Rostand – The Fun Continues
This is abit rougher than anything I have ever written before. Hope you enjoy and please leave your constructive comments
Daytime Diversion
In which a Hardass Domme reveals a softer side….
Amanda’s Introduced
This is NOT my story it was originally written on bdsmstories.com but i thought youd like it 🙂
The World’s First Futa’s Daughters 01 – Futa’s First Naughty Birthday Chapter 3: Christina’s Naughty Birthday Gift
The futa Christina loses her virginity the right way on her 18th birthday!
Perchance to Dom Ch. 3
Walter has to tie the knot many times for his next girl.
An Edited Life, Part 4
My mind’s fog was shattered by the pain from throughout my body. It seemed as if every muscle was sore.
My arms, legs and neck ached from the position I’d been forced to remain in for hours the night before. My ass and pussy were raw and caked in cum from the dozen cocks that had repeatedly found pleasure in them Saturday night. My jaws even hurt when I groaned as I tried to move.
I lay still for several moments, afraid to encourage my body to torture me, and it was during this time that I realized that the only element of my life that was wrecked more badly than my physical self was my career.
After I’d fallen asleep in his bed, Andre Gregory – my boss and now, it seemed, my Master – had removed the posture collar and matching wrist and ankle cuffs from me, leaving me completely naked. When I finally tried to move off the bed, my legs gave and I whimpered as I crashed to the floor on my hands and knees.
“What the fuck have I done?” was my only thought as I remained on all fours, silently debating with myself over the merits of trying to stand.
I turned back toward Andre’s bed and climbed up its side till I was on my knees, leaning against it.
Andre startled me when his hands cupped my armpits and lifted me to my feet. He turned me slowly, as if he understood the agony I was in, and held me close to him as he kissed me good morning.
After ending the kiss, Andre lifted me from the floor and carried me to the living room, sitting in the recliner that matched his sofa, holding me.
My feelings toward Andre were growing increasingly complicated. As he held me, I felt protected, perhaps even loved. Having him inside me, though challenging, felt natural, as if he belonged there. But the collar, the cuffs, and the gangbang – and with those participants, in particular – left me feeling degraded, humiliated.
“Why have you done this to me?” I asked, in little more than a whisper.
Andre didn’t respond immediately, as if choosing his words carefully.
“Gabi, each day for the past six months we’ve worked side by side,” he began. “I’ve been overwhelmed by everything about you; your intelligence, your strength, your beauty. At some point – and I can’t tell you exactly when it happened – I decided I had to have you in a way and with an intensity that I’ve never experienced with another woman.”
Andre’s words nearly caused me to melt into him.
“And enslaving me is the way to do that?” I replied.
“The only way, I think,” said Andre.
Dominance and submission have never been part of my life. Yes, I’ve read some things that had left me curious, but I’ve always been independent and somewhat untrusting. I’ve never met a man who had the strength to dominate me, nor who could earn a deep enough trust for me to allow it.
Until Andre, that is.
“Yes, Master,” I said.
Andre hugged me tight, causing me to whimper from my body’s underlying pain.
“You were a big hit last night,” Andre said.
“And I’ve the excruciating pain this morning to prove it,” I sighed. “Not to mention that I’m not sure how I’ll ever face any of those men again.”
“I don’t recall it being your face that commanded their attention,” he said with a smirk.
Andre then stood from the recliner, lifting me with him. He walked through the kitchen and onto the deck, and I noticed that beneath the pergola, he’d set up what appeared to be a massage table and that on the dining table was a tray with sliced fruit, pitchers of orange juice and water, and a couple of glasses.
He carried me to the massage table, placed me face down and began to rub me.
“Relax, pet,” he said. “Master will make it better.”
My eyes shut as Andre worked the soreness from my body, again reminding me of the genuine care he had for me. I remained still, savoring the way his hands felt against me as he slowly, meticulously unknotted my muscles.
Andre spent perhaps half an hour caring for me as I lay on my tummy, then rolled me over and began working on my front.
“Your labia’s swollen,” he said as he massaged my right thigh
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“A dozen dicks will do that,” I said, trying not to smile at his attempt at humor.
“Then I’ll be gentle when I fuck you later,” he said, and then he laughed when I noticeably cringed.
The realization hit me that I hadn’t taken a birth control pill since Friday. Though I was in the latter stage of my cycle, it was still a concern.
“Did you grab my pills from my apartment? They were on the list,” I said.
“I did not, pet,” Andre replied. “We’re going to let nature take its course, from this weekend and beyond.”
A chill cascaded through me as I imagined what my parents would think of their thirty-year-old daughter, accepting enslavement to a black man and perhaps mass-producing bi-racial children. It’s less that mom and dad are racist than conservative, old-fashioned. This is not something they would easily understand.
I bit my lip, wondering what to say.
“Yes, Master,” was all that passed through my lips, and it evoked a broad smile from Andre.
The massage lasted an hour, and it crossed my mind that it might actually be worth letting a group of men dick me till they broke me to have Andre’s hands lovingly repair me the next day.
Andre lifted me from the table and carried me to the pool, lowering me till my feet touched the deck.
“Enjoy the water,” he said. “Then we’ll eat some breakfast.”
I crouched to the deck and put my feet in the pool. Everything being relative, the water was damned cold.
As I slipped into the water, my flesh filled with goosebumps and my nips immediately hardened. I couldn’t help but shiver.
Andre laughed as he watched.
It seemed like an eternity before my body and the cold water reached equilibrium, but once they did I was able to relax and float, closing my eyes and enjoying the coolness. I didn’t even notice Andre’s retreat into the house.
As I floated, I reached to my crotch to examine my pussy with my finger. It was definitely swollen, as Andre had so astutely pointed out earlier.
And it was still sore.
I pulled myself from the pool after about thirty minutes, only to find an even deeper chill as the light breeze flowed over my naked body.
Andre emerged from the house, wrapped me in a beach towel and began to dry me as he led me to the deck’s dining table where he replaced the wet towel with a dry one, and we ate the sliced fruit he’d prepared while I was still asleep.
“So what’s in store for me today?” I asked, as we nibbled on the fruit.
“I thought we’d go to your apartment and get some more of your things, have lunch at the winery and then resume our depravity,” Andre responded.
I couldn’t imagine taking Andre’s massive cock in the condition I was in, and wasn’t certain I’d be able to do so in several hours.
“I don’t see any way I can return to work,” I said with decided reservation.
“You’re likely right,” Andre said. “But your place is here.”
We finished eating, and Andre suggested I bathe and get dressed. I helped him clear the table, and then went for a long, hot bath in his garden tub.
The weekend had been provocative, to say the least. With each moment, my craving for Andre’s attention and adoration grew. I even found myself strangely touched by the desires of the other eleven men who’d fucked me till they’d hurt me the night before.
As I washed myself, I began to wonder what it would be like not to work. How would I avoid boredom while Andre was at the office? What sort of rules would he have for me? When would be the right time to discuss these things?
Andre’s comment about letting nature take its course was also on my mind, and I remained somewhat surprised that I didn’t immediately object to the idea given its life-long implications. My hand caressed my tummy as I tried to imagine myself fat with Andre’s child, before it hit me that if events such as last night’s were repeated with any regularity, it might not be Andre’s baby that I carried.
I remained in the tub after opening its drain, letting much of the water flow out of the vessel before forcing myself to climb from its embrace and dry my body.
Andre had laid on the bed a simple selection of clothes for me that included a lacy pink camisole and thong, and khaki shorts. On the floor at the foot of the bed was a pair of pink flat sandals.
I dressed, pulled up my hair, and then found Andre in the living room, watching television. We then left for my apartment to get some more of my things.
It was nearly noon when we arrived at my place. When we entered the apartment it seemed foreign, like it was no longer mine. The things it contained where most definitely mine, but it felt as if I no longer belonged in the space.
Had the last day and a half really been that much an epiphany that I was now an uneasy visitor in my own home?
Andre helped me collect clothes, shoes, personal items. We were there for about an hour, and had his Wrangler nearly overflowing with my things before we drove back to his place and unloaded them to what had previously been an empty walk-in closet that adjoined his bedroom.
It was after 1:30 when we left his house for lunch at the winery.
The winery’s crowd was surprisingly small for such a sunny and unseasonably warm Sunday afternoon in late March. It was sort of comforting, really, given that more people might not have afforded Andre and me the privacy I’d hoped we’d have while enjoying lunch together.
We sat at a wrought iron table with a large umbrella on the brick patio outside the winery’s restaurant. Andre ordered a simple lunch consisting of a meat, cheese and bread tray, with a glass of burgundy for me and water with lemon for him.
There was a comfort in the silence that ensued, because it afforded me the opportunity to take in my surroundings, which included several hundred acres of vineyard, and a koi-filled pond.
And then, my phone alerted me to a text I’d received.
“I hope you’re having a wonderful weekend, honey. Love, Mom.”
“And don’t let no black man fuck you stupid, slap a collar around your neck and have you gangbanged, baby girl,” Andre smirked when I showed him my mother’s message.
Though I couldn’t help but giggle at Andre’s remark, it did seem to open the door to a more serious discussion.
“What will my life be like?” I asked
.
“I’ve been giving that some thought, pet,” Andre said. “In fairness to both of us, I’ve been sketching out an agreement. I should have it ready for you to review tomorrow.”
“And?” I replied.
“It’s going to have some depth to it,” he said. “I think we’re in agreement that your returning to work really isn’t an option. It would be wise to lay out a structure that both of us can thrive in, long-term.”
I nodded. By giving up my independence and my career to succumb to Andre’s dominance, I was taking the boldest step of my life. It couldn’t be for a short-term fling, a whim.
“To some degree, you will be like a stay-at-home wife,” Andre continued. “You will be responsible for our home, for taking care of yourself and for other things, relating to the nature of our relationship.”
“It’s the latter that I find myself wildly curious about,” I said with a smile.
“And don’t anticipate spending much time in those clothes you just brought over,” he said dryly.
Andre and I finished lunch then took a leisurely hand-in-hand walk through the vineyard, speaking little but nuzzling one another for the entire stroll. It made me feel cared for, protected, and even though we spent more than an hour among the grapevines, it ended all too soon.
We returned to Andre’s home and as soon as we entered, I slithered out of my clothes and my Master retrieved my collar and cuffs, putting them in their proper places once I was nude. He leashed me, and then led me to a door I’d never been through, one that led to the home’s basement.
As we walked through the door, Andre flipped on the lights downstairs, and together we moved downward.
Once we were downstairs, the first thing I noticed was a stainless steel frame with a canvas harness hanging from it. Its purpose was obvious.
We walked toward the swing and Andre helped me into the harness, and there I was, hanging with my legs spread for my Master, still not fully recovered from the prior night’s hours-long gangbang.
Andre dropped by leash and undressed slowly, as if taunting me. His cock was already erect by the time it was unveiled.
He grabbed the leash’s leather handle from the floor and walked between my legs, and braced myself for more pain.
Andre’s wrapped his left hand around his cock’s base and stepped toward me, rubbing his crown against my aching slit. Despite my pussy’s discomfort, I was aroused by the thought of having my Master inside me again, of being stretched and strained by his massive black shaft, and of letting nature take its course.
Nectar began to flow through my folds as the prick’s head teased me, and soon enough Andre was sliding inside me. The whimper that passed through my lips bordered on a shriek, and my feet flailed wildly in the harness as Master sank deeper and deeper into me.
Andre had me swinging lightly over his dick. Though more gentle than our previous fucks – as he’d promised it would be – it hurt badly, but it was a pain I found myself grateful to feel.
Master played with my feet as he effortlessly flowed in and out of me. He sucked and nibbled my toes, his teeth grazed and he licked the soles of my feet, the tickling causing me to forget the pain in my crotch.
My orgasm was the most intense I’ve ever had. I tensed and shuddered head to toe, my pussy’s juices exploding over Andre’s pelvis and thighs and dripping onto the floor. It was as if my mind was detached from the rest of me, akin to an out-of-body experience.
“Good girl,” Andre said in little more than a whisper, as he continued to fuck me, the swing rocking slow and steady despite my convulsions.
“I don’t know how much more of this I can take,” I said, my voice strained and cracking.
“We’re going to find out,” Andre replied, his pace increasing from slow to moderate, then leveling off.
A throaty growl swelled from within me and I writhed as my Master’s thrusts racked my slit with pain.
“Am I hurting my slut’s pussy?” Andre asked.
I nodded frantically, unable to catch enough breath to verbalize a response.
“You want this big black dick in your ass, then?” he said.
“God no!” I shrieked, imagining just how much worse my agony would be.
“I thought not,” Andre said. “And seeding that ass won’t do a thing to help me breed you.”
The words rocked me to my core, and a wave of warmth crashed through me. I began to sob with joy that this man I’d so admired as a co-worker and boss wanted to possess me, to dominate me, to push my mind and body to their limits, and that he seemed to crave seeing me with his children in my womb.
I’d never given much thought to maternity, but as Andre stabbed my aching crotch time and time again, and the happy tears freely flowed down my cheeks, I couldn’t imagine anything more natural, more right, than giving my master a gaggle of children.
When I came again, it was more like a seizure than an orgasm. It felt as if every muscle in my body had gone into spasm, as if I’d been struck by lightning. Andre groaned as my womb quaked with his prick inside it, and more of my warm fluids squirted onto him and the floor.
With his right hand holding the leash’s handle, Andre grabbed the harness strap that crossed my body a few inches above my mound and began rocking the swing hard and fast, sending his cock in and out of me violently.
A series of desperate, frantic squeals passed through my lips and my legs flailed in the straps that held them high in the air.
The look on Master’s face was prideful. He seemed to delight in having taken a woman who’d been untouched for more than six months and in less than a weekend turned her into an owned, black cock slut who was more and more savoring the idea of letting nature take its course. I began to wonder if at least part of the point behind last night’s gangbang was to show me that no one else would ever fill my body and soul the way Andre did.
“Beg for it,” Master growled, his dick twitching inside me.
“Please seed me,” I gasped. “Give me the first of our children, Master.”
My womb swelled with Andre’s warm goo, and I began to giggle, giddy with his ownership, his use.
“Who owns the pussy?” Andre said as the contents of his balls continued to spill into me.
“You do, Master,” I muttered breathlessly. “You own the pussy, and every bit of me.”
“Forever,” Andre replied.
“Forever,” I echoed.
He slipped from my sloppy cunt and released me from the harness. Immediately, I sank to my knees and glanced up at him.
“May your slave clean you, Master?” I asked.
“Please do,” he responded.
My fingers wrapped around his still turgid prick, guiding it to my mouth, and I began to suck him feverishly. I wanted Andre to understand how eager I was to accept his dominance, and how desperately I wanted to please him.
“Damn, woman, you are hungry for some nigga dick, aren’t you?” he said, prompting me to nod as I worshipped him.
I loved the taste of Andre’s cock after he fucked me. The combination of my sweet nectar and his salty jizz on his flesh reinforced the idea that we are now one, a Master and slave; a bold black man and his eager white whore.
After several minutes, Andre slipped his hands between my armpits and guided me upward till I was standing before embracing me and kissing me deeply, possessively, and we stood there, our bodies pressed together and our mouths intertwined, and I knew I belonged to him completely.
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