When Christine woke up, it was to the sound of a truck engine being turned off. Blinking hard to try to get rid of her dazed state, she realized that she and Ryan were leaning against a dusty concrete wall in a construction site, with their hands bound behind their backs. Standing over them were Seng and Kumar, grinning from ear to ear as they surveyed the scene.
“So you think you foreigners can come here and jump into our newest clubs just because you are Americans? Especially bringing your ang moh boyfriend along?” sneered Seng. “Even Kumar who came from India 5 years ago had to get my promoter friend’s help to get in. You think you are so great?!”
Kumar snorted in reply, obviously the strong but silent type.
“Let us go or I’ll call the embassy,” retorted Ryan. “You know that we have diplomatic immunity and all you guys will be in trouble. Let us go now and we won’t call the police.”
“So you think you can threaten us in our own country?” said Poh as he walked over from the truck, gesturing at the construction site. “You foreigners seem to be trespassing on a private construction site. In fact, I will tell them that you were trying to sell drugs to locals here. I have a small bag of cocaine I found that could possibly belong to you two…”
“You can’t do anything to u.. UGH” Ryan’s comeback was cut short by Kumar’s kick to his ribs, causing him to double over backwards in pain.
“I’ve had enough of this ang moh’s nonsense. Sibeh sian. Tie him to the pillar and make him shut up!” commanded Seng.
With that, Kumar and Poh dragged Ryan over to a nearby pillar and used some thick cable ties to bind him to the pillar. To accomplish the shutting up part, they gagged him with a dirty cloth, reducing his furious yells to muffled sounds.
“Good good. Now we can have him watch us have fun with his chio Asian girlfriend,” sneered Seng as he sauntered over to Christine to caress her cheek.
At this point, she was so stunned that she hadn’t said anything. But this time, the physical contact shocked her into action.
“GET AWAY from me you scum!” she screamed. “Don’t you DARE touch me with your filthy hand!”
“Now now, is that any way to treat your host?” taunted Seng as he squatted down beside her, his hand sliding down her face, to her exposed neck, then down to her chest as he caressed her left breast with the gently touch of a lover.
“GO AWAY!!” she screamed again as she squirmed away from him, but the wall prevented her from getting any further from her tormentor.
“Stop struggling or your boyfriend will get it!” yelled Poh from across the room as he held a big construction blade to Ryan’s throat.
A lump emerged in Christine’s throat as she realized that any more resistance from her would result in them inflicting grevious harm to her darling boyfriend. He on the other hand was powerless to save her, and could only watch as the men had their way with her. She stopped moving, paralyzed by her shock and fear, as the weight of the world collapsed in on her.
“Exactly. See, no need to struggle,” grinned Seng as he ran his hands over her body, feeling up her firm B-cups before moving onto her slender thighs. “Just relax and think of this as a Singapore massage.”
Christine put up a feeble struggle as Seng molested her, his ministrations causing her to squirm in discomfort as he savored the intimates of her body. She had always prided herself on staying slim and fit, but now that was coming back to haunt her in the most unimaginable ways.
Finally, he stopped and leaned in close to untie the knot that held the thin satin straps of her outfit in place, causing them to fall like petals down her sides as the top of her dress sagged down to reveal even more of her cleavage while the top of her lacy bra peeked out at her admirers. This made Christine feel even more uncomfortable but any move she had in mind was stalled when she saw Poh bring the blade closer to Ryan’s neck.
Seng was obviously the ringleader and instigator, leading the action as he pulled down the top of her dress, putting the lingerie-style bra she had chosen fully on display. Seng paused for a second to admire his handiwork before finishing off his move by violently ripping the bra off her, causing her to yelp in shock as the fastener broke and the fabric gave way, allowing her firm B cups to pop into the open for her admirers to see. Her small brown nipples hardened in the sudden exposure to the cool evening air.
“Wah, this one neh neh not bad,” Seng remarked as he leered at her breasts. “Looks nicer and firmer than a lot of the local ah lians!”
Kumar joined Seng to kneel down beside her, roughly squeezing her tits as he treated her like a piece of meat. “Ya boss, this one not bad. Quite firm!”
Tears coursed down Christine’s face as she tried to ignore the torture that she was going through, looking at Ryan across the room. However, her boyfriend’s face was red and soaked with tears as he too was crying in despair, unable to save his lover from her fate at the hands of these ruffians.
“Please please please don’t do anything to me… I’ll give you anything.. an.. an..anything… puh puh please..” she begged as the men continued on her….. ….
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Kumar started rubbing her inner thighs before sliding his hands upwards to roll her short skirt up her waist. The black lacy thong that matched her now-destroyed bra was now the only protection she had remaining, but even that was a lost cause as Seng also ripped that expensive piece of lingerie off her in one go. He wadded it up into a tight ball and stuffed it into her mouth as a makeshift gag, causing her pleading cries to be reduced to mere whimpers. She used to be proud of her completely shaved pussy, especially since her white lovers usually expected Asian girls to have more hair down there. Now it was unwanted attention, turning on these men who were eyeing her like a common prostitute.
Christine was now totally exposed, her sexy black dress bunched up around her waist and her underwear long removed, exposing her neat pussy to the world as she laid on the cold concrete floor with her hands bound behind her back. Kumar reached his right hand to tease her clit, his fingers playing in the folds of her slit as she whimpered in despair. It was a horrible feeling - the fear, the powerlessness, the stimulation - all of it combining to send a tingling shock down her body. In fact, it was so overwhelming that Christine started to feel a sense of warmth emanating from her nether regions. Was she starting to get wet? Was her body enjoying it?
Kumar slipped two fingers into her. Ordinarily with Ryan, this would have been normal foreplay, but Kumar’s thick fingers were much bigger than her boyfriend’s. Despite her protests and horror, she felt her body start to respond against her will as her pussy started to get wet from the stimulation. It shocked her to think that the combination of shock and pleasure was starting to make her feel turned on.
All that was (mostly) forgotten when Seng pushed Kumar aside and pulled Christine towards him. For the first time, she noticed his erect penis facing him. It wasn’t the biggest dick in the world, but in Christine’s predicament, it looked like the biggest thing in the world. While she had her fair share of lovers and one-night stands, the thought of a disgusting stranger’s dick entering her without any protection whatsoever was the scariest sexual experience she had ever faced. Grabbing Christine’s knees for leverage, Seng forced her legs open and positioned his cock at the center of her tiny, shaved slit. Her struggles grew more desperate, but her bound hands did her no good and her legs were held in place by her assailant.
“Okay you tourist slut, now we are going to you the full local treatment!”
With that, Seng lunged forward with his body weight and penetrated Christine, his cock tearing into her innermost sanctums as he sank his full length into her. She groaned into her gag as a red hot sensation seared through her body, radiating outward from her broken pussy as a disgusting man who was not her beloved white boyfriend started to fuck her like a cheap whore. She could hear Seng yell to his comrades in Singlish about how tight her pussy was, but the details were lost amidst the pleasure that burned through her body and soul. She felt him push deeper with each and every thrust, her pussy walls getting wetter as Seng’s barebacked fucking intensified.
Like a relentless battering ram, he brutally fucked her hard and deep on the cold stone floor as she screamed with a mix of terror and pleasure. She was helpless, her precious body being subject to a savage fucking that her Ryan had never given her. The sheer speed and violence of his violent “lovemaking” was a foreign experience that she was fighting against, yet her body was starting to turn against her. With each stroke into her, she felt her pussy involuntarily start to wetten, until her juices started to flow readily, making Seng’s job all the more easier.
“See boys, she is actually getting wet! Tourists are really such sluts!” laughed Seng as he thrust into her over and over again.
Christine felt dirty as her body rebelled against her and started to react positively towards her brutal fucking. How could her body possibly be doing that in such a situation? Clearly her mind and body were not acting right - her mind saying no but her body… saying yes? The logic behind it made her feel positively filthy as she felt Seng piston in and out of her. She was actually enjoying the experience. Was getting taken against her will a subliminal fantasy that she’d just discovered?
Just as she was about to mentally resign herself to her fate, she felt her assailant tense up mid-stroke and realized what was about to happen. As a bit of a self-admitted slut, she had slept with enough men to know what was coming (literally). Seng was not wearing any protection and she was off the pill… NO!! She could not possibly be getting cummed into by her foreign assailant! Her eyes widened and she tried to push away but it was too late as Seng sank one final deep thrust and shot his massive load of thick white cum deep inside her. Christine felt his seed gush into the depths of her womb, with each spurt seeming to fill her vagina till it could hold no more. Could she end up pregnant with the baby of her attacker?
Seng pulled out, a small trickle of cum flowing out from her pussy as he removed his dick. Straddling her chest, he slapped her face with his dick three times, each demeaning whack coating her cheek with a slick mess of juices. Pulling the gag from her mouth, he pinched her nose to force her to breathe through her mouth. This allowed him to jam his dick in to force her to suck his cock clean. All this happened just as Kumar moved in front of her, stroking his erect member.
“So you see? Local hospitality not bad right? Hahahaha!” Seng chuckled.
Now, as bad as the first fucking was, Christine realized that her predicament was about to get a lot more interesting as she stared at Kumar’s titanic penis. The Indian’s member had to be at least 30cm long and thick as a cucumber. Now ungagged, her eyes widened as Kumar positioned himself right in front of her and smirked.
“OK little girl, no need to panic ah.. will only hurt a little,” said Kumar in his strongly accented voice.
The big construction worker grabbed Christine’s ankles and pulled her over to him as he positioned himself at her entrance. The massive head of his big black dick rubbed against her tiny shaved slit as he sized her up. There was no way it was physically possible for it to enter her - it would surely destroy her vagina if he did so! This did not seem to dissuade Kumar, however, and he pinned Christine’s shoulders against the floor for leverage as he forced his way into her.
Some of the remaining cum from her first fucking helped served as lubricant to ease Kumar’s massize dick into her. She felt it stretch her love canal like no lover’s dick or monster vibrator had ever done before, with each centimeter of progress taking an eternity as Kumar entered her. It took her attacker a full ten strokes before he hit the limit of her love tunnel, the tip of his dick banging hard against her cervix. Even then, he was barely three-quarters into her, but her small tight pussy could take no more, an intense white hot bliss like no other emanating from her nether regions, as she felt completely fulfilled by the massive cock in her.
Each stroke forced into her caused her to groan in joy, but her hoarse throat could only croak as her domination continued at the hands of the Indian worker who would otherwise have no chance at bedding a slim Asian American beauty like her. Christine’s mind was screaming for the fucking to stop, yet her slim, attractive body that she had worked so hard to draw male attention was encouraging her attackers to have their way with her. She felt mentally broken and confused, her body rebelling against her as the stimulation of Kumar’s massive dick overwhelmed her senses, causing her to orgasm on top of the huge dick impaling her.
She felt him pull out and scramble over. He forcefully grabbed a fistful of her dyed hair and yanked her head back as he jammed his big cock down her throat as far as he could manage, causing her gag reflex to kick in as the head of his cock violated the back of her throat. Before her gag reflex could trigger fully, Kumar started fucking her mouth. Christine fought to breathe through her nose as her mouth was blocked off by his gigantic member. She heard the other men laugh as her mouth being used as a fucktoy by Kumar, but she did not resist as she felt herself getting more and more turned on by the situation.
Finally reaching his climax, Kumar’s dick erupted, sending a stream of thick, bitter cum down the back of her throat. This time, her gag reflex kicked in hard and she splurted for air, causing a mixture of spit and cum to drip out of her mouth and nostrils as she gasped for air while Kumar satisfiedly pulled his dick out of her mouth, wiping the remnants of his cum in her hair and matting it down in a bile mix of bodily fluids.
“Boss, this one a bit tight,” commented Kumar post-coitus, “but I might have loosed her up a bit for you.”
Seng then replaced Poh standing guard over Ryan as Poh sauntered over to where Christine lay. Eyeing her defiled pussy and throat, he remarked “wah lan, all used up already. Only back door left to go!”
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With that, he and Kumar grabbed her arms and flipped her onto her stomach. Back door? What did those men mean.. OH NO! She had never had anal sex with anyone before. Many men had tried suggesting doing it up the backside, but she had always rejected them as she could never imagine a thick dick up her rear end. When Ryan had suggested using a toy in her butt that one time, she had refused to speak to him for the rest of the day. But now these filthy men were about to take away her anal virginity!
She saw Poh take a bottle of some Chinese medicinal lube and spread it over his dick as he eyed the opening to her ass.
“Pl.. pl.. no.. never done that..” Christine finally managed to croak out as she begged for Poh to have mercy on her.
“Huh? Never done before? Even better! No anal before ah girl? Pi gu ripe cherry? Well, there’s a first time for everything!”
Applying some lube at the entrance to her anal canal, Poh slid his dick between Christine’s buttcheeks before finally pushing the head of his cock against her butthole. The medicine must have worked wonders for she felt little pain as Poh forced his dick into her ass, pushing every inch until he had broken through her resistance. In fact, the new sensation that her body was experiencing caused her pussy to quiver in delight. The anal virgin was now transformed into a slut, with her last unused hole being conquered by Poh’s repeated reaming of her ass while bringing her to new levels of ecstasy.
Tears of joy continued to stream unabated as the red hot sensation from her ass seared into her nervous system. Unlike her previous “lovers”, each of Poh’s strokes sent a shooting tingling into her as her body was subjected to a new sensation that she never thought was humanly possible. He pushed her head against the cold floor as he took full advantage of her previously virginal asshole as his own personal fun hole.
Mercifully, her tight asshole brought Poh to orgasm quickly as he pulled out of her ass. Unfortunately for her, he ended up pointed his dick straight at her face. With a few quick strokes, Poh’s dick twitched and shot a torrent of hot cum onto her face, with each spurt adding a coat of oozing smelly semen over her delicate features as Poh gave her the facial of a lifetime. It seemed like a humiliation that would never end, a stream of big accurate semen shots that coated her hair, eyes, nose and mouth. Even her beloved Ryan had never produced as much cum for her private facials as Poh’s extreme facial assault. Baby batter smudged Christine’s mascara and blusher as it dripped down her face, a fitting end as she laid there, defeated yet blissful as the men enjoyed the scene of a slut that they created.
Just for kicks, Seng had found a little toy to amuse himself even more. He’d found himself a spare hammer lying around on the construction site and brought it over to her.
“Just in case ah, we wanted to make sure that you leave here happy too. Must take care of our tourists right??”
He squatted down along her broken body and inserted the handle-end of the hammer into her pussy like an industrial dildo. Having already been taken by Kumar, she almost didn’t feel anything, but Seng adjusted the angle until the hammer’s handle was rubbing up against her g-spot, causing an involuntary shudder of pleasure to run through her as her body reacted to the stimulation. The men roared in laughter as Seng started to attack her pussy harder and faster with the hammer, making her writhe on the floor in unwanted ecstasy.
“Fuck me,” she gasped as waves of pleasure erupted from her pussy. “Please oh please fuck me harder!”
“Wah, look at this slut! Looks like her ang moh boyfriend hasn’t been taking care of her.. look at how much she is enjoying this!”
Christine felt like she was having an out of body experience, hearing the disgusting comments of her attackers as they delivered her to paradise. She was saying no while her body was saying yes! What was going on? How could her body possibly be experiencing such delight in such a state? Mentally, she felt broken, knowing that she was no longer in control of her body as waves of joy flooded her body. All that was given an exclamation point as Seng’s ministrations brought her to a body-shaking orgasm, a few squirts of girl cum from her battered pussy shooting onto the concrete as she slumped back in exhaustion.
Pulling out a handphone, Seng snapped a few shots of Christine in her defiled state, gooey cum dripping from her face and pussy as she laid there in a heap.
“Remember, if you report this to the police, I will get you guys in a lot of trouble. On top of that, guess what pictures are going to be leaked onto the internet. You won’t have a job back in the US if everyone knows how big a slut you are!”
With that, the men hopped back into their truck and drove off into the night, leaving Christine lying on the floor, cum dripping from her pussy and face. She didn’t even dare make eye contact with Ryan as she laid there in shame, knowing that he was never going to accept her for the defiled slut that the men that turned her into. If things got even worse, she might return back to LA with a STD or a pregnancy she never wanted. She closed her eyes and touched her tender pussy. Rather than pain, the overwhelming sensation was one of a joyful sexual awakening. Her vacation had made her realize a wanton desire for rough fucking, her inner slut desiring to be taken and used by strangers.
Nothing would ever be the same again.
The End
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Story 18
The Birthday Present
Sam groaned as he hit the snooze button on his alarm clock. He didn’t have to go into work today, but he wasn’t particularly motivated to start the day either. He’d gone to bed forty-six years old and woke up forty-seven and felt rather blase about the whole thing. His sex life was practically non existent, his wife gone nearly ten years, and a single daughter who was getting ready to leave for college.
On any other birthday it would be Emma who’d be waking him up with breakfast in bed, something she’d done every year since she was twelve (and of course she did get better at it as time went on), however this week she was gone, at her college orientation. In many ways he wasn’t ready for her to head off to college, but he knew he had to be strong, as she wasn’t just giving up being daddy’s little princess, but she would have to give up her best friend Bailey too.
Emma and Bailey had lived next to each other their whole lives, but didn’t really become friends until the passing of Emma’s mother. Over the last ten years Sam watched as the two girls formed a bond as strong as sisters–it’d even be arranged that if something would have happened to him that Bailey’s parents would have taken care of Emma.
But now for the first time since she was eight, Emma and Bailey would be separated, each girl going to the school that was the best for them. But that meant a lonely forty-seventh birthday, and of course no more seeing his daughter’s ‘BFF’ in skimpy clothing.
The doorbell rang and Sam sat up, unsure of who would be calling this early in the morning. On a typical day, only the newspaper would arrive by now, but then again this wasn’t a typical day. A sigh escaped his lips as he lumbered out of bed, dressed in boxers and a bathrobe and made his way down to the front door.
He opened it and looked out–the paper was there as expected, but also a plan manilla envelope. Looking at the envelope with curiosity he picked that up and forgot about the newspaper, shutting the door before tearing open the envelope.
Once opened, he reached inside and found three things: a stack of pictures, a letter, and a DVD. He set the pictures and the DVD down without looking and unfolded the letter to read it.
-–
“Mister Sam,
It has come to our attention that you have been without the pleasure of a woman for several years. We are also aware that it is your birthday today, so we are giving you a gift–there is of course a catch. Enclosed with this letter you will find pictures and video of a girl who lives next door named Bailey in some very compromising and personally embarrassing situations.
Since shortly after she turned eighteen, we have been gathering this material. She is already being blackmailed by us into providing some of the material you’ll find on the DVD, and is aware that someday we would take her webcam blackmail and bring it into real life. Today is that day and you’ll be the instrument of that blackmail.
So until midnight tonight, when she comes over you will invite her in and then blackmail her into sex. We are aware that you are not working today and she has no plans. You are to take full advantage of the situation, enjoying her however you would want to, mostly in your bedroom in front of your computer, but other places are acceptable too.
We have already gained access to your computer, and would be disappointed to learn if you didn’t take advantages of some of the fetishes that you enjoy exploring on the internet. Also because of this, if you don’t cooperate, we will plant material on your computer indicating you as the sole blackmailer.
As stated, she knows this is coming, so feel free to show this letter to her. She should be most cooperative at that point.
Remember, we will ruin you if you don’t comply.”
-–
Sam stared at the letter in disbelief for several minutes before finally setting it down. He looked over to the stack of pictures and picked it up. He only looked at the top picture and could tell it was from her house, probably from a webcam as the letter described. Bailey sitting in a chair, completely naked, pulling at her nipples. He cringed in embarrassment for the girl he’d watched grow up, but couldn’t help but notice the stirring in his boxers.
He looked to the envelope again and saw there was a fourth item inside. Once he fished it out he groaned again, a 100mg Viagra pill wrapped in plastic. He took several deep breaths then sat down, needing time to think, to try and figure things out.
Time passed, perhaps an hour as he tried to reason through the situation in his mind–the DVD and the pictures drawing his glances every once in a while. He was tempted, how could he not be by this girl twenty-nine years younger. Before he knew it, the doorbell rang again and he instantly knew it was Bailey.
He put the manilla envelope over the pile of its contents–save the letter, and went to the door. As soon as he opened it Bailey yelled out, “Happy Birthday Mister Sam.”
Sam couldn’t help but grimace a little at the girl, but he thought for a moment about sending her away before finally saying, “Come in Bailey, and thank you.”
Bailey didn’t hesitate at all as she entered the house she’d spent quite a bit of her youth in. Sam couldn’t help checking her out, in her shorts and tank top, with a bikini as underwear. Bailey was a pale, freckled face who generally wore a lot of sun screen under the sun. As soon as he closed the door she rounded on him with a hug and a smile. “Emma wanted me to give you that hug since she couldn’t, and wanted me to make you breakfast.”
He cringed a little and looked down at her as she broke the hug. “That’s great Bailey, but before you do that, we need to talk.”
Bailey couldn’t help but notice that he sounded a little odd, and with a look of concern on her face she made her way over to the couch. “Is everything alright?”
She knew she could call him Sam, but her parents had raised her to be respectful of her elders so she’d always addressed him so formally.
“Yeah. I mean, no, not really.” He couldn’t find the words so he did the only thing that made sense to him. He just handed her the letter.
Sam sat down and watched nervously as the girl read the letter. It seemed to take her a long time, as though she was reading it several times just to make sure. Finally Bailey looked up and said, “I was afraid this would happen.”
He was surprised. He doubted that the letter was genuine (even though the pictures were obviously). With a bit of concern he asked, “So what’s going on Bailey?”
The teen let out a long sigh. “Well, as you know for my eighteenth birthday I got a new laptop. Well, it wasn’t brand new, my parents couldn’t afford one this year. Apparently where ever they got it, someone had already hacked into it. It started out simple, apparently they got pictures of me in my room changing and stuff like that, then one time they got a video from afar of me on my bed masturbating.
“From there the blackmail really started. They made me perform for a video once a week, and every night about ten minutes before I went to bed I had to pose for a photo in whatever way they wanted. I’m sure the pictures come from those.”
She looked hesitant for a moment, wondering where they might be before Sam spoke up. “I only saw the top one Bailey. I haven’t looked through them or the DVD either.”
The expression on Bailey’s face was one of forgiveness. “Thank you Sam for being considerate, but I suppose it won’t matter since you’re going to get to see and feel a lot more of me than the photos and videos would provide.”
Sam was stunned into silence for a moment–‘did she really just say that?’ he wondered to himself. The fact that she actually used his first name was completely missed by him. “Are you saying you’re going to go through with it?”
She stared at her best friend’s father with an incredulous look on her face–he was about to stammer in response before she finally said, “Go through with it? I don’t see what choice we have? They’ve threatened to ruin you if you don’t, and who knows what they’ll do to me if I refuse.”
Bailey stood up and looked to the front door. “I’ll be back in ten minutes Sam,” she said, heading to the door and exiting the house without waiting for a response.
To say the wait to see if Bailey was returning, or if possibly police would be knocking on his door was rather agonizing for Sam. On the one hand, he’d watched Bailey grow up from a kid into a very cute young woman. And sure while he’d try to catch glimpses of her body in revealing clothes or swimwear when he could, he never actually thought about fucking the girl.
His front door opened and Bailey returned, now with a backpack in hand she quickly set on the couch. She returned to the door and closed it, locking the deadbolt as well. She looked at Sam and took a deep breath. “So I brought my laptop over–so that way if the blackmailers are paying attention they can see the first bit of things to know we’re both cooperating.”
She went back to the backpack and reached in, pulling the laptop out and setting it up on the coffee table. The computer sprang back to life as she opened the lid. Sam wasn’t sure what instant messaging program it was she opened, but saw her quickly type “We’re complying” to someone and hit the send button.
“So how do you want to go about this Sam?” Bailey said. “I know these people, they’ll want me naked immediately, but we can either get right to the sex after, or I can still fulfil my promise to Emma and cook you breakfast.”
Sam was still stunned at the turn of events. He looked away from the girl and mumbled, “Breakfast.”
He didn’t look back up until Bailey reached out to his face and brought it to look at her own anger-filled one. “Look Sam, we don’t really have a choice here. You think I like that they made you the other target of this scheme of theirs? Not just no, but hell no. Emma’s a sister to me, and you’re like a second father, and now I’m being forced to fuck you for the rest of the day. This is going to change things between us, and probably make them awkward for a while Sam. But I don’t want you implicated in a blackmail scheme, and the last thing I want is all the pictures and video they have getting sent to people I know and care about.”
“I know you don’t Bailey,” was all Sam could reply.
“I just want one favor from you Sam,” Bailey said, her expression changing from the angry, ranting face to one a bit more worried and unsure.
“What is it Bailey,” he asked tepidly, the change in her expression catching him off guard.
She inhaled a deep breath and held it for a moment before slowly exhaling, a slight waft of the peach lipgloss she was wearing reaching my nose. “From now until I can leave as instructed, please don’t see me as Bailey, Emma’s best friend and girl you’ve watched growing up. For the rest of the day I’m just some dumb whore who you’ve been given to fuck however you want. I know these people, and if you try to take it easy on me because you care, we could both be screwed. So I’m just some girl whose only job is to please you. Can you please do that for me Sam, just forget I’m Bailey and do this right so we won’t get in trouble?”
Bailey’s voice started to crack at the end–looking more closely Sam could see that she had tears welling up in her eyes. He hated the situation, but he understood what she was asking–to detach her body from the girl he knows. He knew there could be only one response.
“For you Bailey, I will.”
Bailey stepped back, a faint hint of a smile on her face–possibly the last he’d see for a while. She looked right at Sam and said, “So sir, would you like me to strip, or do you have some other idea for getting me naked?”
Sam closed his eyes. He promised Bailey that he would ignore that she was his daughter’s BFF, and that was what he was going to do. He knew she was scared of these blackmailers, so he was going to uphold his end of the deal. After all, he’d hardly gotten any over the last ten years, might as well try to enjoy this one shot at a day filled with carnal pleasure.
“Kick off your flip-flops and come over here and kneel before me, hands over your head.”
For just the slightest second he saw Bailey’s face betray a sense of surprise–then perhaps one final smile that he was indeed doing as promised before he saw her kick off her flip-flops and move closer to him. Bailey did as ordered, kneeling before him and putting her hands over her head.
Sam’s hands reached under the tanktop she wore and just felt her belly for a moment. In most ways Bailey was your average teenage girl–she was skinny, but without tone or definition. He knew from seeing her in a bikini before that she had just the right amount of babyfat left for his taste and now he was getting to feel it. His hands squeezed a little bit, feeling how her muscles were just barely below the surface, but enjoying the softness of her skin provided by her lack of well-defined abs.
He closed his eyes for a moment as he ran his hands over the soft flesh before finally dragging his hands upward. He enjoyed feeling her sides, only brought back to reality by a slight giggle from her–apparently she was quite ticklish. He opened his eyes to watch as he adjusted his hands to grab the tanktop and pull it up over her head and off her body.
Bailey’s bikini top was one he’d seen her wear before–black with strings tying behind her back and her neck. Sam had to debate for a moment how he wanted to reveal her breasts. Finally his hands reached out toward her side and slid underneath the fabric of the bikini top, gripping her firm breasts from the side and pulling them out of the top.
Gazing them finished making him hard. He’d always seen her breasts in bikini tops and got quite an eyeful of skin, but having them completely exposed, seeing how pale pink and tiny her nipples were as opposed to only hints. He kept his hands gripping them, feeling how they perfectly fit his hands. Sam couldn’t help himself as his thumbs brushed over her nipples, causing her to gasp.
“I take it you like having your nipples played with Bai…” He stopped, remembering the deal. “Slut?” he changed the word to.
She nodded to him and he grinned. “Excellent. Reach back and untie your top, then put your hands behind your head.”
Sam continued to squeeze her young breasts and tease her nipples with his thumbs while Bailey worked to remove her top. He still hated that he was being forced into this, but he was starting to see the perks of just rolling with it and doing as he’d been told.
When she was done untying the bikini top it fell onto the ground and she placed her hands behind her head, pushing her firm and perky breasts out. Sam removed his hands at that point to just gaze at the fleshy orbs in all their glory, a tad surprised at how far her nipples were sticking out now that they were hard.
He knew he could just stare at her tits for hours, but there was plenty more to unwrap and experience. “Stand up slut,” he barked, falling a bit more naturally into the dominant role the more he felt and saw the eighteen-year-old.
Bailey stood up, her face betraying no reaction–she was obviously not considering this to be as if she were a lover, but seemed to be taking it solely as something that needed to be done. He reached up, unbuttoning and unzipping her shorts and tugging them down her legs, revealing the matching black bikini bottoms he had expected to see. The girl naturally stepped out of the shorts once they were on the ground and kicked them aside.
Giving into the temptation became much easier for him now that only a little bit of fabric stood between him and seeing this soon-to-be college girl completely naked. He looked at the string ties on the side of her bikini and knew exactly how he wanted to do it.
“Alright slut, I want you to turn around and bend over, hands on the coffee table and spread your legs.”
To her credit she complied without batting an eyelash, turning around and spreading her legs to either side of his before bending over and putting her hands on the coffee table–her ass in his face. Sam wasted no time in reaching out and untying the right string–the bikini bottoms falling open to reveal most of her right buttcheek. Even though he knew she was pale, he was still surprised by the difference in skin color from her legs to her ass, and suddenly found it a bit weird he didn’t see that with her tits.
He wasted no time in undoing the other tie and letting the bikini bottoms fall to the floor. Sam’s face lit up like a kid on Christmas morning as Bailey’s most intimate of intimates were on display a mere foot from his face. Sure, he’d seen plenty of teenage pussy lately watching porn, but to have it right before his eyes was something he hadn’t experienced since he was a teenager himself.
Almost instinctively his hands reached up to grab her ass firmly, spreading her cheeks so that nothing was hidden from him. In Sam’s mind he cursed himself for not having a photographic memory as he studied every detail he could. He couldn’t help but smile as he realized he missed the very subtle transition between normal skin and her outer labia–he would have missed it entirely if her inner lips weren’t so prominent. His eyes lingered over every wrinkle and fold of the soft pink flesh as though he were looking for a flaw–the closest thing he found was the realization that the way her pussy naturally splayed open as he held her separated meant that Bailey was no virgin.
Sam really couldn’t help himself as his right hand released it’s grip on her right cheek and his fingers drifted over–his curiosity got the best of him and he wanted to know if this was a turn-on for her as much as it was for him. If Sam thought his cock couldn’t get any harder he discovered that he was wrong as his probing of her velvety opening by his index finger yielded that Bailey certainly was wet.
It took a lot of willpower for him to not just take her then and there, but his hand reached back up to spread her once more as he leaned forward, burying his nose against her pussy and inhaling her scent. Sam knew if he dropped dead this instant he’d die the happiest man in the world, but there was so much more to experience even in just this one day.
He finally leaned back and let go of her. Trying to push the fact out that this girl was like a second daughter he said, “Have a seat slut.”
Bailey did as she was told, sitting down on the coffee table instead of a chair–it was the only way she could properly face him.
“I’m going to ask you some questions and I want you to answer honestly,” he told her. “Are you a virgin?”
She shook her head, “No sir.”
“Have you ever given head?”
“Several times sir.”
“What about received it?”
“No sir, never.”
He was a little surprised, but he continued on. “What’s the oldest guy you’ve been with?”
“Twenty.”
“Have you ever had anal sex?”
This was Bailey’s first hesitation on a question, but the girl just took a deep breath and said, “No sir.”
A rather large grin overtook Sam’s face now–anal sex videos were one of those things that the blackmailers were probably talking about with his proclivities. His former wife was a rather vanilla woman, something he wouldn’t have changed for anything, but in his older age he definitely found a desire to explore more taboo ideas.
“I think it’s time for breakfast,” he suddenly blurted out again.
The teenager stood up and nodded, looking at the laptop for a moment before making her way to the kitchen. “Why don’t you sit at the table and I’ll get to work,” she suggested.
Sam did so, angling himself so he could watch her work. Cooking was nothing he found particularly glamorous, though it had a slightly different look to it when it was a naked girl doing it. He didn’t pay attention to what she was cooking, or even how long it was taking her to do so–there was just something erotic about being served in this intimate way.
He was only snapped out of his trance once he realized that she was bringing breakfast to him. She set the table only for him and had a plate full of sausage, eggs, pancakes and toast–all done just the way he liked. When he realized she didn’t set a plate for herself, she simply waved him off. “I already ate sir.”
The moment of truth came for Sam–he knew he couldn’t just simply eat and have her sitting or standing naked before him, he might as well get something out of it. Looking at the girl and debating, he decided on his course of action.
“Alright slut, I want you to get down on your knees and give my balls a tongue bath. Once I’m done with breakfast we’ll test how well you can suck cock.”
With that he knew he was committed, his relationship with his daughter’s BFF could have survived just the way it was until this point, but the line was finally crossed. For her part, Bailey said nothing as she knelt down before him. He stood momentarily, allowing her to pull his boxers off for better access. He knew he’d been rock hard for a while but he’d never seen his cock look so angry and purple with lust. Precum was already oozing from the tip–Sam couldn’t remember the last time that had happened by itself. What he found most surprising was that Bailey didn’t seem phased by seeing his cock at all.
There was no smile on the girl’s face as she nuzzled in between his legs so her tongue could get at his balls–that was the only thing Sam found disappointing about the whole situation; he wished that she had been doing this because she wanted to, not because some creep was forcing them into it. Sam violently shook his head–what was he thinking? He didn’t really want Bailey doing this at all. Or did he? Was Sam actually letting his lust take over unabated?
A resounding yes was the answer in Sam’s brain as Bailey’s wet tongue made it’s first contact with his balls. He had completely missed that she managed to move his cock out of the way so she wouldn’t brush against it as she positioned herself. He was probably missing a lot of things as he just concentrated on the feeling as the tip of her tongue explored every ridge and every wrinkle of his sac.
Sam spent about two minutes with his eyes closed just enjoying the feeling before remembering that he had a breakfast in front of him to eat. A wide grin covered his face the entire time he ate his meal–the girl dutifully did what she was asked and didn’t stop for one second. Of course there is only so long a guy having a girl almost nearly thirty years younger licking his balls can go before he wants something more. Setting his fork down he finally looked down at the girl and said, “It’s time.”
“Shall I do it here, or would you like someplace more comfortable?”
He started shifting himself in the chair, aiming to get up when he felt it–a tightness he hadn’t felt since he was a teenager himself. Having her here, naked, tonguing his balls had built up an anticipation he hadn’t experienced in decades–Sam found himself hurting from blueballs. He could only muster, “here.”
Bailey nodded and licked her lips as she looked over his shaft. Any last chance that this was just a wonderful dream evaporated as her right hand grabbed the base of his cock to steady it. Her lips parted as she leaned forward and the head started to disappear into her teenage mouth.
He wasn’t really sure how much head she had given, but he was surprised when she got the whole head inside without actually touching it. Her lips finally made contact with the shaft just past the head–the girl pausing to look up to see Sam staring rather intently at her. The teen let go of his shaft, closed her eyes and leaned in, taking more of his rock hard cock into her warm, wet mouth.
Now Sam had never purposefully imagined what it would look like if Bailey were to suck his cock–she was too much like family for that. There were times, however, that in a dream the image came across, and her head in his lap, her perfectly-pink-lip-gloss-covered lips trailing down his shaft looked even better than his dreams ever depicted it.
There was a slight problem though that Sam quickly realized–he’d been so hard for so long that he was bursting to cum. He dug down deep, trying with all his resistance to just enjoy this feeling for what it was, to hold out as long as he could–but when Bailey flicked her tongue across the bottom of his head as she started to withdraw Sam lost any remaining semblance of control and shot the strongest wad of cum into the teen’s throat that he had in years.
Bailey was caught slightly off guard by how quickly she had made him cum, but she handled it like a champ, starting to swallow on the second shot, playing catchup as her mouth still worked the shaft. Sam’s hand instinctively reached for the bottom of the chair and he held on, just riding the most powerful orgasm he’d had in decades out.
He didn’t keep track of how many shots of cum he had just fed to Bailey, he just knew the ache of both his balls and of a cock that was ready to jump off his body had subsided. Even as he grew soft Bailey kept him just barely inside her mouth, her tongue sliding along the head to gather any remaining cum that hadn’t shot out naturally. Finally after a long minute of Sam’s breathing heavily, she removed herself from him and stood up.
Still catching his breath, Sam watched as Bailey went to the fridge and started searching through it for something. He knew he shouldn’t have been surprised when she came back to the table with a can of the energy drink that Emma and her drank a little too regularly–neither girl needed the extra energy in reality. However, he did betray a look of surprise when after opening it she handed it to him.
“I figure you’re not done yet. You have got to keep your energy up.”
Sam took the drink from her and glanced at it before finally taking a sip. Reflexively his face cringed as the vile drink hit his tongue. “I don’t see how you girls drink this stuff.”
“You’ll find we’re not picky about what we’ll put in our stomachs Sam,” she said with a wicked grin on her race.
His eyes still ran up and down Bailey’s naked form as she stood before him. She was right after all–it was rather weird to think about it, that odd little realization that his cum was in her stomach, slowly being digested by her. His cum, in the stomach of an eighteen-year-old. The euphoric high he was on was enough to quash the taste of the energy drink as he started gulping it down.
