She smiled to herself. She had him eating out of her hand. He’d be easy enough to distract with a little flirting here and there, while Zoe gathered the evidence she needed to indict her father.
This was the kind of working day she could get used to. What had Zoe said? That Joe was hard to work for? She couldn’t understand why.
Lunch was in a restaurant nearby. The kind that Kat had rarely been to in her life. Quiet and refined waiters topped up her glass several times by a very attentive Joe, until her head was spinning.
She liked this man. She liked the attention he was paying her.
“So how old are you again? I’ve no idea,” lied Joe.
“I’m 18,” said Kat. “I’ve got one more year of school left and then university. My boyfriend, Dan, he wants me to apply to the same places he’s going to.”
“Why’s that Kat?” asked Joe. “Does he want to keep tabs on you?”
Kat blushed. A year older than her, Dan could be domineering and pushy. A year ago when they had started dating she was delighted to be picked out by the first rugby captain as she and all her friends all fancied him.
“He’s a bit nervous yes,” she giggled. “We’re going out for dinner tonight so I can tell him all about my first day.”
“I can understand that.” Joe said softly, watching Kat’s face blush. “You’re an incredibly attractive woman. I’d want to take you out for dinner too.” He allowed his eyes to break contact with hers and gaze at her breasts as he carried on talking.
“Although to be honest, if you were my girlfriend I think I’d probably keep you chained up so no-one else could look at you.”
Kat shifted in her seat, suddenly aware of that shirt button she had loosened. What was she supposed to say to that? Part of her was appalled by the sexism and mortified by the idea of him even saying it out loud. But at the back of her mind she quite liked being so flagrantly desired by a man older than her own father.
“What does your father think you should do?” he said.
“Sam?” Kat almost spat the word out, before remembering that Zoe had begged her “not to act differently” around anything to do with her father.
She was still processing the rage she felt on watching his depraved fucking of Zoe. She hadn’t been able to look at her school uniform since seeing Zoe dressed in it, on her hands and knees, with her father’s cock buried deep in her arse, riding her hard.
“Not getting on?” chuckled Joe. Knowing damn well why they weren’t. He never ceased to be shocked by how much of a kink Zoe could get off on. He loved the twisted stories she’d told him of what she’d done to Sam that weekend. Pumping him full of viagra and making him fuck her over and over.
How they’d spent most of the second day in Kat’s bedroom, defiling her sheets, Zoe wearing her clothes, teasing and taunting Sam into calling her by his daughter’s name and finally sodomising her while her mouth was stuffed with Kat’s panties, dressed in her school uniform. Warming him up for what was still to come.
“You could say that.” smiled Kat thinly.
“That’s a real shame,” said Joe, smiling at her. “I’m a firm believer that a girl always needs her daddy.”
“Now listen,” he continued. “You’re going to be here all summer and I know that HR talked to you about the need to dress properly. You have an important job and it’s absolutely crucial you look the part.”
Uh-oh, thought Kat. She was already in trouble for not looking the part?
“So let me take you out shopping this afternoon.
He grinned. “And I always like my girls to look the part.”
Two bottles of wine later they left the restaurant.
Kat skipped out on Joe’s arm, light-headed from the chablis he had been pouring down her throat for the past two hours. Walking down the street together she smiled to herself - what did they look like?
Joe steered Kat into his favourite department store, known for their private shopper facilities and their discretion. Taking the lift up to the top floor he looked at Kat, his cock stiff with lust, and tried not to tear her clothes off in the elevator.
The pair of them tumbled giggling out of the lift, Kat steadying herself on Joe’s arm as he put it round her and casually felt her bottom. Christ it felt good, he thought. She felt his hand roaming freely across her buttocks. “Hey! Cheeky!” she laughed, slapping him away.
The personal shopper was a matronly-looking older woman who Joe didn’t recognise and she peered at them.
“We’re here to get this one kitted out in the season’s finest,” said Joe, his hand resting firmly again on Kat’s arse. This time she let him keep it there.
“Certainly sir,” beamed the woman. “And is this your daughter?”
Snooty cow, thought Joe. Where was the usual compliant bint they had on staff here?
“That’s right,” he smiled back. “Isn’t it Kitty Kat?”
She looked at him. So this was how he wanted to play it?
“Yes daddy,” she said, smiling back at him. She leant in against him and pecked his cheek, pressing her large tits against his chest.
The first few outfits Kat came out in were what he liked his PAs to wear. It was why he usually offered a clothing allowance - it gave him the control he needed.
She looked phenomenal; her curves poured into short skirts and tight white shirts. Kat could feel his eyes on her. All over her. She could see that the older woman overseeing them was a little uneasy. Which was kind of fun. Stuck-up bitch.
“What do you think of this?” she pouted, holding a glass of the complimentary MOET they had begun drinking as soon as they had arrived in the store’s exclusive ‘concierge’ lounge.
Kat was wearing a tight red wrap dress, standing over him as he sat outside her changing room. She bent forward and put her hands on his knees, giving him a clear view of her cleavage.
“I like it a lot…baby,” he grinned wolfishly, enjoying the charade they were both now relishing in front of the department store employee.
“It’s for tonight. For my date with Dan” she said, watching him stare helplessly at her tits. She had him in her spell. Or so she thought.
“Lucky boy,” whistled Joe.
“Will you buy it for me…daddy?” she smiled.
Joe smiled back. “Of course honey. On one condition: you let daddy buy you something to wear underneath it as well. I can’t have my girl going out without any panties on, now can I?”
Kat felt again that sensation of shame and arousal. She knew this was deeply fucked up, that this old guy clearly wanted to fuck her brains out. But mixed in was her own private fantasy of wanting to let him do it. Of being taken and dominated by an older man.
“I’ll take your daughter for a fitting and then show her some of our lingerie ranges,” the store assistant said, clearly relieved to be interrupting the strange, charged atmosphere.
“No,” Joe said firmly, putting his hands on Kat’s hips and staring up at her. “We’ll choose it together. Daddy wants to see what her boyfriend gets to enjoy.”
“Of course sir” said the assistant, her face flushing all the way up to her greying roots.
“And you don’t need a fitting do you baby?” Joe said. He ran his hands down her thighs. “Tell the nice lady how large those fantastic tits are. Come on, don’t be shy.”
“I’m a 36DD,” said Kat to the woman, starting to feel wet between her thighs, turned on by the ownership that Joe had established and enjoying the twisted roleplay. This would definitely be her little secret. She might tell her friend Zoe. But definitely, 100% not her mum, or her boyfriend. As for her dad. Well, she had a new daddy now. And he was handing over his credit card to the flustered employee.
“Does Dan like you in stockings?” asked Joe, sitting back now, enjoying every moment. “That’s what you’re wearing today, right? And suspenders?”
Kat flushed and nodded. The naughty shopping trip with Zoe. She’d loved the feel of the tight black satin against her pussy all day. And her bare thighs above the stockings. It felt like she was keeping a secret all day.
Joe smiled. “Why don’t you take that dress off for me and show the nice lady what you’re hiding? Show her what she’s working with?”
Her head spinning from the alcohol and (unbeknownst to her) the Rohypnol (Date drug) that was mixed in with it, Kat started to slip out of her wrap dress, much to Joe’s enjoyment.
Joe sat back, grinning, looking up and down at his prize, a voluptuous teen goddess with the best body he’d ever seen.
“What do you think daddy?” whispered Kat, standing in front of her new boss in her underwear, increasingly feeling as if she was having an out of body experience.
“I love these stockings baby” said Joe, caressing her thighs gently. He ran his hand gently up her inside thigh until his fingers reached her suspender belt. The store employee stared, transfixed, as she watched one of the store’s best customers slide his fingers between Kat’s thighs and begin to finger her through her panties.
Joe could feel Kat wetness between her legs. Her panties were soaking. After a minute or so of near-silence, punctuated only by Kat’s quiet moaning, he pulled her down onto his lap. He kept his right hand between her slicked thighs.
“Do you want me to call Dan for you?” said Joe, softly, kissing her neck now.
“Shall we cancel those plans? I have a much better idea. Come out with me tonight. I’m meeting Zoe.”
Kat nodded. She couldn’t quite believe what was happening. She couldn’t seem to deny this older man anything. The part of her mind that was still lucid was aware that this was all part of her and Zoe’s plan to keep Joe ‘occupied’ and out of the office so that Zoe could get the dirt she needed on her own father. But never in her wildest dreams, or nightmares, did she think this was the plan.
“You call him now,” said Joe, almost whispering in her ear. “Tell him you’ve got to work late.”
So her first day at work in her new summer job she called her boyfriend to cancel on him while she sat on a millionaire’s lap as he slipped his fingers inside her pussy and nearly brought her to climax while she lied to Dan about needing to work late.
“Will I see you tomorrow night?” she heard her boyfriend say in her ear as Joe ran his other hand over her breasts and placed it gently around her throat, running his tongue up her neck and into her other ear.
“Tell him daddy says he’s a very lucky man,” Joe whispered, winking over at the ashen-faced store assistant who was sat watching the whole encounter, unable to prevent any of it.
As if in a dream, Kat finished her conversation. And then Joe pulled her in and plunged his tongue hungrily into Kat’s mouth, kissing her hungrily as though inhaling her.
“Well done baby” Joe said, once he’d finished. “Now daddy wants to get out of here and have some fun with you.”
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An hour later, Kat sipped her champagne nervously. Everywhere she looked in the dark room, she could see practically-naked girls about her age, writhing only feet away from men about Joe’s age.
“We’re meeting Zoe here?” she said. A strip club? What the hell would her friend make of this?
Joe squeezed her hand and smiled at her. “Let’s go somewhere a little more private, shall we?”
Joe could feel his rock-hard cock throbbing as he led Kat to one of the small VIP rooms, and poured her another glass of champagne.
“I come here a lot,” he smiled at Kat. “It’s one of the reasons my last wife left me. My current wife doesn’t know about it. Yet.”
He put his hand on her thigh. “You’re going to like it here though. Eventually.”
Two twin girls with large breasts entered their booth just then, walking up to Joe wearing the highest heels Kat had ever seen, seamed white fishnet stockings and white lace chokers. That was it. They looked about Kat’s age, perhaps a year or two older.
“Hello daddy,” they purred at Joe, their lip gloss sparkling under the club lights. The pair straddled him, one on each leg, as though Kat was invisible, and pushed their quite large, very firm young breasts into his face, unbuttoning his shirt, running their hands through his hair.
The three clearly knew each other. Joe’s hands roamed up and down the girls’ bodies - whatever rules about touching might hold outside, it was clear that anything went in this part of the club.
In shock, and bright-red with embarrassment, Kat got up to leave, to get away, but couldn’t find her feet. Staggering, she sat back down. How much had she drunk today? Who were these girls? Why were they calling him ‘daddy’? She couldn’t believe how jealous this last fact had made her.
She sat there for what felt like minutes, her head spinning, as Joe seemed to devour the girls on top of him. She watched, transfixed, as they put their large breasts in his mouth.
It was as though Kat wasn’t there, for all the notice Joe took of her. A tiny voice in her head wanted to know why he wasn’t paying her more attention but mainly she just felt disgusted for sitting there watching her new boss enjoying himself.
“Come here baby - it’s your turn,” he heard her say after what felt like an age. She opened her eyes. The girls had gone and Joe clearly expected her to oblige. Joe pulled her head towards his mouth, but she shook her head, still angry at what she’d just seen.
“Oh yes that’s right” said Joe smiling, his voice suddenly hardening. “I forgot. You still think you’re here for a reason, don’t you?”
He stood up, towering over her. Kat was suddenly aware of the loud, grinding R’n’B soundtrack in the club.
“You’re here because you think you can help Zoe turn up evidence on your father, aren’t you?” he said, smiling broadly now, all pretence dropped, the coke he’d taken earlier now kicking in, making him more aggressive.
Shocked now, the girl shook her head, her entire mind spinning like a top.
“Don’t lie Kitty Kat,” he said, as he started to take the thick, black leather belt off his trousers.
“Yes,” Kat heard another voice now, a woman’s. It was familiar. Horribly familiar.
“Don’t lie.”
Crawling towards them on all fours was Zoe. But not as Kat had ever seen her before.
She was naked apart from the red satin panties and bra that she had bought with Kat earlier in the week. She was also wearing the glossiest, reddest lipstick that Kat had ever seen.
Joe sat down next to her as Kat watched on in horror. Zoe crawled towards them, a wicked smile on her face.
Joe leaned over to Kat and wrapped his belt around her neck, pulling her in towards him and sliding his tongue deep into her ear.
“Say yes to your daddy”, he murmured.
Kat tried to shake her head, but she found that she couldn’t.
“You see,” said Zoe, crawling up until she was between Kat’s legs, and pushing them apart, Kat’s skirt rising up against her thighs, showing off her stockings, “Your new daddy already knows all about Sam being naughty.”
She pushed Kat’s skirt up around her waist and sat back, staring hungrily at the girl’s small, black, satin panties and stockings.
“It’s thousands, you see,” whispered Joe in her ear, his tongue probing while he talked. “But I’ve agreed that you can work off Sam’s debt. It shouldn’t take more than a few months.”
Kat watched in horror as Zoe looked up at her and bent her head low and began to run her tongue firmly and slowly up and down the girl’s clit through her panties. It felt delicious.
“A few months of what?” Kat managed to say, her head swimming and her pussy throbbing.
“A few months of being my little girl” said Joe. “Of learning to beg for daddy’s cock.”
“Nnnnoooo,” said Kat, horrified. “I won’t.”
Joe pulled hard on the belt, yanking her face towards his.
“You fucking WILL, baby girl,” he whispered softly. “Unless you want to go to prison along with your father.”
“It gets better,” smiled Zoe, coming up for air. “I lied about your father. I seduced him. I love fucking him. I love feeling him spunk in my mouth as he talks to you on the phone. I’ve been doing it for months.”
“That weekend I told you about? I picked out your mother’s bridal panties and I made him fuck me in them. It was sensational. He fucked me up the arse while I made him call you both and tell you he loved her.”
Zoe drove her tongue deeply, expertly into Kat’s clit, causing tendrils of joy to sneak up into the teenager’s mind along with revulsion at what she was hearing.
She looked up, “Although, the best sex we had all that weekend you were away was in your room, funnily enough.”
“I fucked him wearing your school outfit. In your panties. On your bed. He called me by your name. He loved it. He loved fucking you.”
Kat watched, helpless, as Joe began to show her a video on his phone.
It was shot in her bedroom. Hers. Kat’s. In it, Kat could see Zoe straddling Sam on her bed, forcing her tits into his mouth and slowly grinding up and down on him.
She was wearing what looked like Kat’s own school uniform and purring down at him as he sucked her tits “That’s it daddy. Fuck your kitty-kat. Fuck me hard and slow.”
“He made me wear your uniform all day. He came all over my face that time” giggled Zoe. “Naughty boy. We had to get your blazer dry-cleaned so you wouldn’t know.”
So it was all lies, thought Kat, her shoulders slumping. All this, a deception aimed at what? Tears streamed down Kat’s face as Joe tightened the belt round her throat and pulled her over to him.
Joe ran his tongue up her face as he reached down now between her legs and slipped his hand into her panties, his fingers suddenly inside her.
“It’s time for your first lesson baby,” he breathed in her ear.
“Watch how the big girls do it Kitty Kat,” said Zoe, crawling over in front of Joe.
Zoe traced Joe’s cock through her trousers with her tongue, looking at him as she did it. It looked large, thought Kat. Much larger than Dan’s.
“Watch and learn honey,” said Joe. “Consider this the start of your training.”
Zoe looked hungrily up at Joe and ran her tongue up and down his crotch, licking the bulge of his cock through his trousers.
Joe slowly unzipped his fly and let Zoe take out his thick 8 inches. As she stared at his thick, gleaming helmet, Kat was a mess of conflicted feelings.
Horror at her situation. Amazement that Zoe had betrayed her. But also? Some small, secret part of her was thrilled at what she was being expected to do.
Whether this was what she had been fantasising about, or wanting, since she’d first met Joe, she couldn’t know, but a shameful part of her wanted to elbow Zoe out of the way and submit, utterly, to his thick, firm cock.
Kat couldn’t help staring as Zoe took his whole length into her mouth, watching it slide slowly past her sticky lips. Zoe sucked his shaft hard as she did so, filling her mouth and throat with Joe’s veiny length.
Her own red silk panties sopping wet at the depravity of what was happening, Zoe felt her throat fill with Joe’s thick cock. She stared up at him as he firmly began to fuck her mouth with powerful rhythmic strokes.
“I want her to taste it now,” he said simply after a few minutes.
He pulled hard again on the belt round Kat’s neck, forcing her onto her knees next to Zoe.
“Taste your daddy,” he said.
“Yes,” said Zoe, Joe’s cock sliding from deep out of her mouth, saliva dripping down into her glistening, cavernous cleavage.
“It’s time to taste your new daddy’s cock.” she whispered in Kat’s ear. “It’s quite delicious.”
“Nnnnoooo” Kat tried to shout over the thump of the house music playing, but there was nothing she could do to fight the pair of them. No-one could hear. And no-one was coming.
Moving behind her, Zoe held her head still while Joe slowly placed his sticky, large helmet against her lips, pushing it into her mouth, filling it completely with his hot, thick meat.
“Oh yesssss,” gasped Joe, thrusting his hips into Kat’s mouth. “Fuck yes.”
Although she was trying to fight, Kat was helpless. Overpowered by the pair of them, disoriented by the wine and the music, she was only aware of one thing: Joe’s huge, slick member sliding in and out of her mouth. He would occasionally pull out from her mouth and slide his thick cock across her lips slowly, before plunging it back in.
She felt herself being used, felt him slide his cock further and deeper into her mouth with each stroke. Joe pulled her hair tight, forcing her face onto his cock, while she could feel Zoe behind her as she pulled Kat’s panties down tight over her cheeks and began to finger her mercilessly.
Horrified, Kat realised that she was going to cummed soon, trapped between Zoe’s fingers inside her quim and the taste and the sluttily exquisite feel of Joe’s large, overwhelming cock inside her mouth and throat.
“Yes baby,” gasped Joe. “Let daddy fuck your face.”
He stood up, triumphantly, forcing Kat to place her hands on his thighs as he sank his cock deep into her throat, choking her. Kat tried to fight but she had nothing left.
“You want it don’t you baby?” Joe sneered, pulling his cock out and leering down at the sight of the stocking-clad goddess on her knees in front of him.
As Kat tried to reply, gasping for air, he wiped his cock against her lips. “Tell me you what you want,” he said.
Kat looked up at him submissively, panting hard. There was no use fighting. It was over. She was his now.
“I want you to come in my mouth, daddy,” she said.
Her shoulders sank as she spoke, opening her mouth wider as Joe slid his cock all the way into her throat.
“Ohhh yessss,” Joe gasped at this last, final triumph, feeling her submit to him.
Joe’s hips bucked triumphantly into his prize’s face as he came, pumping his sticky load into her mouth and throat. As he did so an orgasm tore through Kat as she struggled to swallow all her new master’s hot, wet seed. Joe pulled her hair tight as the pair of them came together, his cum dripping out of her mouth, filled to overflowing.
Spent, Joe looked down at Kat’s magnificent body, her tits wet and dripping with her sweat and his spunk.
“Welcome to the company Kitty Kat,” he said, breathing hard. “You’re going to fit in beautifully.”
Story 14
The Headmaster of Girl’s Club
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A new story and clearly a total fantasy. I hope you like its start.
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A lot of people boast about having ’the best job in the world’ but you know what? They don’t know squat. Being headmaster of a small, exclusive girls’ boarding school? That’s the best job in the world.
Allow me to introduce myself. My name is Sam Drooling. I’m 49 years old and blessed with the kind of physique and looks that most men would kill for. I know what you’re thinking, but it’s not arrogance: it’s fact. I still get checked out by women - and men - when I’m out for a drink. I’m 6ft 2in and about 100 kilos, most of which is still powerful muscle. It’s easy to work out when you live in a school with its own gym.
At East Coast, we run an exclusive, expensive private school for 300 girls, taking them from 13 all the way up to 18. Each year a healthy percentage of our final year girls head off to One of our finest colleges. Our head girl always, without fail, goes to the pick of the finest colleges.
My role, as head of the school, is to make sure that she leaves having received the finest sexual education any young woman can have: as my personal teen fucktoy.
It’s a role I take very seriously. I watch the girls with interest. By the final year I’ve made my choice. My head girl. Just one, each year, as she turns 18. I’m a sucker for huge tits and big pouty lips, both attributes perfect for fucking.
I’m always amazed how pleased each one is when I tell them I’ve chosen them. I’ve come to realise that at some point in their school careers, each and every one of the girls at East Coast Mansion has lain awake at night and thought of me while fingering themselves.
It means that each time I select one they’re delighted, if nervous. I don’t fuck them straight away of course. Part of the fun is waiting for their 18th birthday
(I’m not a monster, am I)
Part of the fun of it is in training each girl in turn. The more principled, decent and straight the girl, the greater the thrill as I watch her turn into my own personal cock slave, begging me to fuck her mouth, fuck her arse, put her fuck-collar on, spank her, come on her tits, pull on her leash, come in her mouth, scream her name… you get the picture.
I’m not sentimental though. By the last few weeks of their year with me I’ve already identified their nubile successor and as I spray my spunk into that year’s head girl’s mouth for the last time, I’m already mentally imagining her successor’s mouth wrapped around my glistening shaft.
That’s when I know it’s time to take this year’s head girl off to the Society for one depraved final evening. But I’m getting ahead of myself. More on all that later.
Each girl is mine to do with as I please. I like to pretend that I make my selection purely on looks, but that wouldn’t be completely truthful. Once or twice I’ve selflessly foregone the most fuckable cleavage in the school and instead opted for a less attractive girl with the most annoying father.
Believe me, there’s no satisfaction like ringing up a pompous dullard of a man, just as your 9-inch cock disappears into the soft, warm wet mouth of his 18 year-old daughter.
“Oh Belinda is proving to be every inch the great choice I knew she would be” I say as I grab her hair, her back arching as I slide my sticky thick cock all the way down her throat and she stares up at me adoringly.
“Well you let me know if there’s anything we can do our end” he’ll say as his daughter runs her tongue slowly up and down my shift. I push it between her tight, plump lips and I begin to slide it into her mouth.
“Funny you should ask…” I’ll say, explaining that there’s extra coaching for the maths olympiad that weekend for those girls who want to board over the weekend instead of going home (most girls go home each weekend).
Later that day I’ll sit approvingly in my quarters as a stocking-clad Belinda crawls to me on her hands and knees, wearing only fishnets, heels and lip gloss, and begins to lube my cock ready for her arse, while I explain to my wife over the phone why I need to stay at the school that weekend.
I started this tradition about 10 years ago, not long after I started. I’d been married nearly 10 years at that point and I was bored, frankly. My wife was, is, gorgeous. And she makes a great home for me and our two teenage children.
But once I’d illicitly fucked my first head girl in a pair of slutty red satin panties that I made her wear under her school skirt, nothing else has ever compared to the rush of watching each and every head girl over the last decade become my own personal slut.
Do I feel bad? Not at all. I wish you could experience for yourself the thrill of the first time you oil and then titfuck a pupil’s soft, inviting teenage breasts. Or bend her over your desk and hear her beg for your dick, pulling her panties over her cheeks and pleading for your cock. The first time you fit her with her collar and leash. Her total submission.
The way her tits sway as she crawls towards you on her leash, lips glistening, hunger in her eyes as she stares at your dripping, sticky cock. The first time I yank hard on her leash as I take her from behind. Pulling her head back as my large dick slides in between her pussy’s tight velvet lips.
There is something about the wrongness of sliding a ballgag into the mouth of an 18 year-old girl, the total betrayal of trust, that makes me hard just thinking about it.
And the year ahead looks to be my best yet. I swear to you I didn’t make her switch schools for the sixth form, but when I found out my best friend’s daughter Bianca was applying to join East Coast, I won’t lie, I was hard for hours. And when she started dating my son two months before her final year with us? That was just the icing on the cake.
For the last ten years my head girls have been a very separate part of my life. I’m ready for a change to be honest. Spice things up a bit, you know?
Harry and Jayne wanderlust have been part of my life for the last thirty years. Friends from university, Harry has since gone on to make a small fortune from his law firm. The money has definitely changed him too.
He’s a man almost as arrogant as me. There is nothing he won’t crow about - including his stunning 18 year-old daughter Bianca. To be fair, he’s right to show her off. She’s drop-dead gorgeous. One of those girls who flusters any man, particularly those over 40 who know they shouldn’t be checking her arse out, but can’t help it.
She has - I’m guessing her but I’ll be able to confirm it soon enough - glorious, heavy, pert 36DD tits, long legs for miles and a jutting tight arse. Her dark, glossy hair and bee-stung lips mean that she’s already done some modelling work. It was for a local bikini manufacturer and I happen to know Harry was furious with the pics - which were HOT.
Friends since childhood, my son has been punching above his weight every since he started going out with her. But it’s time to let a real man take it from here. Bianca has been a role model for our girls since she joined and it’s only fair that this teen goddess feels the firm, guiding hands of her head master.
After all, who wouldn’t want to fuck their son’s girlfriend? Maybe even call the ungrateful little bastard up while you’re doing it? Feel her throat fill up with your cock? Listen as she begs you to fuck her arse?
I know, right?
Looks like it’s going to be a great year For me, anyway!!!
Story 15
The ABALONE Hunt
“Do you want to play a game? A sexual game?” Those were the words that got me into this and just what have I got myself into?
The room was a bare grey conference room with faded carpets and beige walls. I conference table stood at one end, testament to its previous purpose. Right now, it was full of people. Young women, like me. Twenty women of us. All fit, and young, and many, like me, wide eyed as they wondered just what they had signed up for. The money was good and I didn’t have to do anything I really didn’t want to do. That was the promise the recruiter made. A mature man with a smooth voice, blue eyes and a slight grey twinge to his hair, his pitch had been flawless but it was Holly who sealed the deal.
“You’ll have to be open minded,” Holly said. She’d played before. Holly of course was open minded. As a stripper, she had to be. Her flowing brown locks and deep brown eyes drew almost as much attention as her lithe, fit body and long legs. And, she’d talked me into it.
“It’s a thrill like no other,” she’d said. “You won’t believe the feeling. It’s amazing.”
Me? I was her oldest and dearest friend, in need of a buck and not afraid of a little sex to get there. I just happened to be in the right place at the right time, if the money was to be believed. Now, as the event was closer, I started to think about things other than the money.
The door behind the conference table opened and our recruiter entered along with three other women. They were all dressed in karkhi hunting gear and pith helmets. The room fell silent in expectation. He glanced around the room approvingly then spoke in his deep rumbling voice. “Ladies, welcome to our event. You are here as part of what we like to call The Hunt. It’s a game in which you will be well rewarded. Extremely well, if you follow the rules and participate fully.”
A tall gal called Stacey, another newcomer like me, spoke up. “What do we have to do?”
“You have to participate in our game. You need to agree to take part and then follow the rules. Taking part, earns you $500, then each hour you follow the rules, you earn another $500. Getting to the end of the game wins the $5,000 bonus. If you quit out of the game, you stop earning and leave with the cash earned up to that point.”
This hardly explained anything about the game. Half of the women in the room started murmuring and talking amongst themselves as they tried to make sense of it.
Stacey persisted. “Just what is this game about?”
“We call it The Hunt, because the people in this room are, the prey. You will be released into the game area, which we like to call the game park.” He smiled at the term. “Then we will release the hunters who will try to catch you. That’s it.”
That was all Holly told me too. She said it was worth it but she couldn’t say more, not without breaking her non-disclosure agreement.
The tall gal stood with her hands on her hips. “What about these rules? The ones that earn us more cash.” She turned her head to the rest of the room as she finished looking for reassurance. When she saw some of the girls nodding, she cocked her hip and waited for the answer.
He smirked as he responded. “Very well. You will be separated into two groups. herds and loners. Loners are those who have played previously and earned the right to play that role. The rest of you, including all you new girls,” he glared at her before his gaze flicked to me, “will form the herd.” He then turned to one of the ladies. Vanessa, can you please take the loners out to get them ready.
Vanessa, stepped forward and called out. “Will the following girls, please follow me. Natalie.”
A blond with blue eyes and breasts that pushed tight against her tee shirt stepped forward.
“Simone.”
Simone was a red head with freckles and green eyes.
“Roxanne.”
Roxanne looked like her name. Dusky with fiery eyes and flowing black curls.
Vanessa nodded at them. “Congratulations. You are the loners for this running of the game. Follow me to get made up.”
The three smiling women followed Vanessa out of the room, walking heads high and backs straight like they owned the joint.
Holly whispered to me, “That’s what I want to do.”
I nodded in agreement. “They certainly look happy.” Strangely, the butterflies in my stomach settled. If these women had returned and were happy to participate, it meant that whatever the game entailed couldn’t be that terrifying or unusual. I couldn’t have anticipated how wrong I was. I couldn’t also have foreseen the thrill either.
The recruiter, who had been watching the women leave, turned back to the rest of us. “Ladies. Those of who have played before, please follow, Sharon here. She will take you to get prepared.”
Sharon, a middle-aged lady with elegant features held a clipboard, called out the names of six girls.
“Holly,” was the sixth name she called out.
Holly reached out, gave my hand a squeeze, shot me a quick smile then walked over to Sharon. A quick word from Sharon then Holly too was gone. Once Holly had left, Sharon followed. Eleven of us remained along with the recruiter and his final assistant.
“Congratulations,” The recruiter said, “you are this game’s new intake. You’ll need to go through the standard presentation to learn the rules. Before that happens, you’ll be made ready to play the game.” He paced back and forth in front of us as he spoke. “You will now be introduced to your personal trainer. They will make sure that you are ready to play the game and that you understand the rules. Please be aware that the game starts for you the moment that you walk through that door. That’s your first $500. Then for each hour you are in the game and, as long as you follow the rules, you will earn another $500. The first rule is that you must follow the instructions from your personal trainer. They are to be obeyed completely. If you do not immediately obey your trainer’s instruction then you will forfeit the payment for that hour. Do you understand.”
There was no clear answer, just a nervous mumbling from the remaining women.
“No matter. Jane here will make it clear as you are introduced to your personal trainer.” He turned to his assistant. “Jane, you can take it from here.”
Jane held up her clipboard. “Stacey.” she called out.
The tall gal who spoke up earlier, stepped forward.
Jane waited until Stacey stood in front of her. “Follow me Stacey,” she said and turned towards the door, Stacey following behind. The door closed behind them and we waited in silence. Within a minute, Jane returned.
Jane repeated this one girl at a time. I was third to last.
“Jemma,” she called out.
The butterflies had returned and with weak knees I walked in front of her. “Follow me, Jemma.”
I followed her out the door, her white pith helmet bobbing in front of me as we walked. Just exiting the door gave me a rush - it was another threshold. I could quit now and I would already be $500 richer. I could settle the butterflies then and there but then I’d have to live with the regret. How much more could I have made. And what about the thrill Holly talked about. I was going to earn as much as I could. I squared my shoulders and put purpose into my stride.
Jane stopped next to the most gorgeous man I had ever seen. Obviously an athlete, he wore black training trousers and nothing else. His feet and chest were bare and that chest was the chest of a Greek God, cut with every muscle standing out. Dark black hair covered his head. He must have been in his late twenties.
Jane turned to me, “Jemma, this is your personal trainer. His name is Dan.”
I nodded and opened my mouth. ‘Hi, Dan’ died on my lips as Jane cut me off.
She spoke quickly. “Jemma, do you accept Dan as your personal trainer?”
“Yes,” I replied slightly breathless. How could I not?
“Jemma, do you promise to follow every instruction given to you by your personal trainer?”
I hesitated for a moment then Dan’s abs filled my vision. “Yes.”
“Say, it.”
‘Say what?"
“Say your name and that you promise to follow each and every instruction given to you by your personal trainer.”
“Um. I’m Jemma and I agree to follow your instructions.”
‘No." Be clearer. “Your name is Jemma.”
“My name is Jemma,” I said firmly.
“And you promise to follow all instructions from your personal trainer.”
“and I promise to follow all instructions from my personal trainer.” I managed not to tremble with trepidation or excitement when I said the words but if it meant I would be working with this beautiful man, I was more than happy."
“You belong to Dan now,” Jane said, “follow him and obey him completely.”
“Belong?”
“Dan will explain. Follow him.”
Dan walked down the corridor and I followed close behind. We passed door after door until, near the end of the corridor we can across one still ajar. Dan motioned me in and I entered a small bare room that contained a dresser, a wardrobe and a bed.
“Is this a brothel…”
Dan put his finger to his lips. “Zebras don’t talk.”
“Zebras?”
“Shhh.” he said. “There’s some ground-rules before we get you made up.”
“Firstly, how do you want to be disciplined? The whip or forfeiture?”
“Excuse me?”
“You know there are rules. If you break the rules, you lose that hour’s pay. That’s forfeiture. If you choose the whip, then if you break a rule, I give you a lash to remind you.” He reached into the wardrobe and pulled out a long thin rider’s crop with a tiny leather flange at the end. “If you don’t correct your mistake with this” he swished the crop through the air, “then it’s forfeiture.”
“Oh.”
“I recommend the whip. A lash may sting but it can save you $500. That soon adds up if you don’t get a reminder.” He stared at me as the choice overwhelmed me. “Most choose the whip and no one regrets it.”
“Oh.” I thought of what Holly must have done. With a sudden clarity, I chose, “The whip, Dan.”
“That’s the next thing, you are to call me Trainer.”
“Yes, Dan.”
Whack! with lightning speed, he flicked the whip against my thigh. I yelped with the sting of it through my jeans.
“Yes, what.”
“Yes, Trainer,” I said rubbing my thigh.
“Leave it.”
I snatched my hand away from when he had struck me and stood up. “Yes, Trainer,” I added staring at the whip. As much as it stung, I saw his point. He’d just saved me $500.
“Listen carefully,” he said. “There are some ground-rules that you need to know. These are for the safety of yourself and others. Most important is the safe-word. If you say ‘game over’ then the game ends. Whatever is happening to you at the time stops and your pay stops at that hour. Also, you don’t get the $5,000 bonus for finishing so it’s a serious step to take. Some girls do take it but think carefully.”
My blood ran cold at the thought of what could make a girl give up $5,000. The trepidation returned.
“Do you understand.”
“Yes.” Then I quickly added, “…Trainer.”
“Good, you’re learning fast.” He lowered the whip. “If for some reason, you can’t talk, slap, stomp or hit the ground three times and you will be asked if you want to exit the game.” He waited. “Understand?”
“Yes, Trainer.”
“The next rule is that there is to be no punching, kicking or biting of hunters or other prey.”
“I don’t understand … Trainer.”
“No punching, kicking or biting of other people. Repeat.”
“No punching, kicking or biting, … Trainer.”
‘Those are the rules. Can you repeat them back to me?"
I repeated them and he had me sign a piece of paper saying I understood the rules. I read it carefully looking for clues about the game but it revealed nothing. Once I had signed, I stood up.
“That’s a good, zebra.”
“Yes, ah, Trainer.” I didn’t know what else to say.
“It looks like you are ready,” he said. He straightened up and gripped the whip. “Now strip.”
“Excuse me. …. ….”
Whack. With precision, he landed the tip whip of the inside of my right thigh. I squealed as it struck then stared at him. The next time it landed, it would cost me $500 so I peeled off my T-shirt, folding it and placing it on the dresser. I half turned around.
“Face the front.”
Staring at the ever-present whip, I turned back to face him.
“Keep going.” He lightly touched my jeans with the tip of the riding crop.
Slowly I unbuckled the jeans and shimmied them over my hips and slid them down my legs. I flicked off my shoes and pulled the legs of the jeans over my feet. Just as I had taken them off, the door opened. A middle-aged man and woman entered and stood next to Dan.
I paused, my arms over my underwear.
“Stand up, arms by sides”.
I stood and placed my arms by my sides. My face burning at the stares of the three people.
“Keep going,” Dan the trainer said. “Bra first.”
I unclasped the bra and let it fall off my shoulders. I pinned it against my breasts trying to conserve my modesty.
“On the dresser, zebra, then hands by your sides.”
With no choice by the whip or compliance, I placed it on the dresser and put my hands by my sides exposing my breasts to my trainer and the other couple. The woman walked over and examined my breasts, placing a hand under each and lifting. “These will be very useful,” she said in a surprisingly husky voice.
I gasped as she grabbed my nipple between her thumb and finger and twisted it. I squeaked. My nipples became hard and erect.
She laughed, “this one is turned easily on. She’ll be a great catch for someone.”
The other two laughed and heat rose in my face in shame.
“Trainer,” I pleaded in a small voice. “I thought there was no hitting.”
“No punching, kicking or biting. Everything else is fine.”
My mouth dropped.
The lady turned back and looked up at me. “Don’t worry, you’ll get used to it. You’ll have to.”
I tried to look away but remembered Trainer Dan’s command.
Deftly, Trainer Dan touched the tip of the whip against my crotch, the light touch on my clit turning into a flood of heat between my legs. ‘And these."
I hooked my thumbs through the waistband of my panties and slid them down my legs. The crotch was stuck to my pussy and the panties turned inside out as I slid them off. The tiny patch of moisture was plain to see. Blood rushed to my face and my ears burned was I blushed. The other three roared with laughter.
I stood there in front of them, hands at my sides.
“Spread your legs,” my trainer said.
I spread my legs slightly and the cool air rushed between my burning thighs.
“Wider.”
I spread them wider until Trainer Dan nodded. I stood and waited, my pussy lips damp and slightly parted. Trainer Dan walked up and run his fingers along my slippery pussy. He held up his finger and it glistened slightly in the light. Then slowly so I could see what was going to happen, he extended his wet fingers towards my mouth.
“Lick,” he said.
Gingerly, I extended my tongue and for the first time ever, tasted the tang of my own juices. Trainer Dan then pushed the finger inside my mouth and rotated it to clean it off.
“She’s very obedient for a newcomer,” the man observed.
Trainer Dan simply replied, “yes, she’ll be quite a catch this one. Won’t you?” The others chuckled.
“Yes, Trainer,” I said all the while, not understanding the concept at all.
“Now it’s time to get her ready don’t you think?” said the lady.
“Quite,” replied Trainer Dan. “zebra, on the bed.”
I walked over and sat on the bed and was about to swing my legs onto it when I noticed the straps. I paused, saw my trainer holding the crop and swung my legs on and lay down flat. The cold touch of the straps soon followed as they wrapped around my wrists and ankles. I gasped as yet another wrapped over my neck. My heart hammered in my chest at my powerlessness of being so much at a stranger’s mercy. I willed my arms to relax but deep inside my heart hammered.
Trainer Dan blocked out the light as he leaned over me. The last thing I saw was a blindfold being put over my eyes. “Lie still until I say so.” I closed my eyes and pictured Holly, trusting to her experience.
I don’t know how long I lay strapped to that bed as the others fussed over me. Throughout the ordeal, they lightly touched every inch of my exposed skin. It tickled but was bearable. I especially wriggled as they worked in between my legs or around my sensitive nipples. After what seemed like an age, the straps were undone and the blindfold peeled off. I remained lying on the bed staring at the ceiling.
“You may stand. But carefully”
As soon as I raised my head I saw what they had done to my body. From head to toe I was black and white stripes. Beautiful, organic stripes that followed and accentuated the curves of my body. It was glorious, like a beautifully crafted suit. But it was no suit. As I moved, the air passed over my completely naked yet somewhat concealed skin.
“Stay standing,” my trainer commanded.
The middle-aged couple went to work with their body paint on my back, ass and behind my legs. All the while my trainer stared up and down my body, smiling, his eyes ranging everywhere. And I loved it, wearing this painted masterpiece. Then, when they were done with my behind, they tied by dark hair in a ponytail then finished up by painting my face. I felt amazing, like a work of art, or better, a trophy.
When all was done, the three of them stood back and admired their handiwork. I did a slow twirl at Trainer Dan’s command and when I faced them again, they were nodding in appreciation.
“She’s definitely ready,” Trainer Dan said. “Some final items before we move you onto the next stage.” He opened the drawer of the dresser and pulled out a small round white object. He held it up and walked towards me, a black rubber bar suspended between two sets of complex straps. “Open wide.”
I jerked back when I recognised it for what it was.
“Don’t worry, all zebras get the bit and bridle until they are in the play area.” He held the thick rubber bit with one hand and picked up the crop with the other. “Chatter destroys the atmosphere. You see, we want everyone to get in character a quickly as possible.”
I paused.
The whip started to rise and, with it, the threat of forfeiture not far behind. Blinking with nervousness, I slowly opened my mouth and let my trainer push the thick rubber bar between my lips. It invaded my mouth, the bitter tang of rubber filling my mouth and nose. Once inserted, the bit pulled hard against the corners of my mouth and the straps pressed against my cheeks. A few sharp tugs and it was secure and in place. I pressed my tongue against the bit, and drool pooled at the bottom of my mouth. I looked into his eyes and let myself go, trusting him
And he wasn’t finished.
“Hold out your arms.”
My arms shot straight up and out, my obedience strengthening with each step in the process.
He turned and reached into the dresser and pulled out two white straps. Tucking one under his arm to hold it, he wrapped the first around my outstretched wrist. With a few tugs it was secured and wrapped snug and tight around my wrist. It was surprisingly light and covered in clear studs. He repeated the process with my other wrist, cuffing it, his eyes focused on mine the whole time.
“Arms down.”
I lowered them to my sides.
“Good zebra.” He caressed my cheek with his knuckle.
My knees went weak and I swallowed hard.
“One more thing.”
The final item from the dresser was a belt with two chains hanging off it. My trainer moved in close as he wrapped the belt around my waist, the warmth of his body and the smell of musk arousing me and hardening my nipples. Once on, he stepped back.
“Hands on your crotch, zebra.”
I moved my hands down in front of me. My trainer reached down and clipped the chains onto my cuffs. My hands were trapped. I shivered and let thoughts of Holly carry me through. ‘It’s hard but worth it,’ she’d said.
