The voice was closer now. The soft baritone sent a shiver up her body that somehow conflicted with, and complimented, the warmth that radiated outward from her core. The contradiction stole her determination and forced honesty from her traitor mouth in a whisper. “Too long.”
Her arms were getting tired. That had to be the reason they started shaking. It had nothing to do with the seductive voice so close by.
“Why haven’t you simply found a boyfriend? There are plenty in your classes bland enough to keep from being a political threat.”
That was the problem. She was still a woman. She wanted the romance, maybe even the adventure of being a conquest. Unfortunately, she couldn’t allow herself to succumb to such base concerns. She couldn’t even admit to it, except in the safety of her own mind.
Her elbows shook so heavily that they nearly folded on her. She finally relented to the demands of her body and lowered herself to the ground. Her hips remained high in the air but the new position was comfortable. Almost relaxing. If only she could bring herself to relinquish control to other demands of her body.
“I could help, you know.” Dave seemed to respond to her very thoughts. The offer so tempting, delivered in that soft silky baritone. “If you wanted me to.”
Of course she did! Or, rather, her body did. It wasn’t what she wanted at all. She’d been blackmailed into it. He had those pictures and she would do anything to get them.
Even if it meant she had to pretend to like the way his finger had begun to trace little circles on her bare hip. That finger, deliciously cool compared to the inferno of her loins. A heat entirely caused by the fire and not at all by longing!
Just like the pulse that pounded between her legs didn’t keep rhythm with those suggestive circles. She wasn’t imagining the finger over four inches and a couple of inches down, right where her swollen clit probably revealed itself pressing through the too-thin, too-tight, fabric of her bikini!
No! It was…it was just…Damn! She couldn’t think of a legitimate excuse for it. She could barely think at all!
Tears leaked from her eyes as she tried to resist the call of her body. He hadn’t touched her anywhere inappropriate. He hadn’t demanded anything of her. He hadn’t ripped the low-cut bikini from her bottom and thrust himself ferociously inside of her.
As much as she tried to resist the fact that she wanted him to, her body spoke of the lie that it was. Her nipples scraped the dirt, as hard as diamonds and as sensitive as a candle flame. The breasts which pressed against the ground felt swollen. Her clit throbbed. Her lips were an inferno, trapped by the moist-once-more bathing-suit.
“please”
The finger stopped moving. The complete lack of sensation tore a whimper from Christy. The soft touch had driven her body and orchestrated her need all out of proportion with the size and nature of the contact. With it gone, it seemed her body had nothing to control her need. What had been uncomfortable moments before instantly became unbearable.
“What did you say, Christy? I couldn’t hear you.”
“Please.” She managed to growl in response. When his finger didn’t return, her voice rose and continued to rise with every word she spoke. “Please. Please! I need it. I need you! Have sex with me. Do me! Fuck me!”
Blessedly, the finger returned. With it came the entire hand. His palm cupped her ass. It was a soothing cool balm across her fevered flesh. Its course slid it over those four inches until her entire nether region was covered. The bikini clung painfully to her engorged lust where he pushed against her.
Face and arms on the ground, Christy braced her body against the gentle pressure. She moaned in appreciation of the way his hand sank slightly into the folds of her body. Her thighs quivered with each soft circle his palm moved over her covered skin. The tip of his fingers began to brush against her swollen clit and lightning exploded within her. It was all too much and too little!
“Don’t torture me! Just fuck me!” Her voice echoed over the water. The chuckle that rumbled, unseen behind her, caused her muscles to clench.
His fingers curled around the top of her bikini. With every bit of the force that Christy fantasized about, he yanked them down. They dragged across her round ass. The soaked material clung desperately to mounds already pinched by their tight grip. The sudden release, as the bottoms finally fell to her knees, ripped a scream from her lungs and sent a wracking shudder through every nerve.
When the silky hard form nestled against her, Christy knew she was already at the very precipice. When he pushed experimentally against her, short sharp screams began to issue forth. Her body locked, now braced between the thickness between her legs and the ground.
With her knees together on the ground, she was too tight to accommodate him. His flesh forced its way inside of her, aided only by the abundant slickness her needs produced. Her body clutched at him even as he split her wide open. If she could only spread her legs she could handle the intrusion. Of course, the pressure he poured into her body would never have been as great.
With nowhere to go, the overload of sensation that filled her to the brim, exploded behind her tightly closed eyes. Wildfire burst through her veins. Lightning danced across her flesh and grounded itself at her nipples, her clit, and everywhere that the ridged tip of his cock dragged within her body.
Christy screamed and screamed. Her tight cunt prevented him from pounding into her anywhere near as fast as she wanted. What he lacked in speed, he made up for in sheer force. The need to force his way inside of her, with each and every heavenly thrust, caused him to bury himself until their bodies crashed together.
Obscenities, she wasn’t even aware she knew, were swept from her lips. Her body had been given leave to surrender to its darkest needs as euphoria washed away the governors created by ambition and societal expectations. She derided him. She taunted him to do more, to pound her raw, to fuck her until she hurt. To cum inside her so hard she could taste it.
Most of all, she screamed his name, liberally intermingled with that of the Lord.
The taunts, the insults, the coarse language inspired him. Each foul word caused him to swell larger. There was no room for him. There had never been enough room for him! Each pounding thrust caused her muscles to tighten even further. Each time his body crushed her tits unto the ground she came to the next level.
Christy didn’t remember how it ended. Dirt gritted inside of her mouth. One of her breasts had slipped out of the triangle of fabric and pressed against the cool earth. Her bikini bottom sat across her thighs, a gap beneath its rightful home. Her legs sprawled out behind her rather than beneath her.
She expected her inner thighs to be sticky. There was no question, however, why those spots trailed up her back, across her neck and clumped in her hair. If not for the thick drip that seeped out of her, and lay pooled within the cup of her bikini, she would have praised him for pulling out. As it was, he’d cum inside of her, over and over if she remembered right, only to pull out afterward and bath her in even more.
For all she could remember, he’d done it multiple times. Surely there was too much for just one session. At least it was only dirt in her mouth. The way she’d lost control, she wouldn’t have been surprised to discover that she’d fantasized about deep-throating. After all, her body had been given license to dredge up the darkest secrets of her subconscious.
Christy moaned. Although sore, at least her body had kept them well lubricated enough that she wasn’t scraped raw. A soft chuckle sounded nearby, invisible in the dying firelight.
“Are we done, or do you have more yet?”
This time, it was a groan that escaped Christy. Her newly-freed subconscious flashed images of taking the thick cock, which she still had yet to actually see, in her mouth and milking him until he pierced her throat and poured himself down. The image itself almost caused her to gag in sympathetic response. Unfortunately, it also sparked a hint of the heat deep within her core.
“We don’t have a shower out here. We should probably go for a swim to clean off.”
More inappropriate visions flashed before her eyes before she managed to push them away. She rolled over onto her back and looked up, still too exhausted to do much more. Through the breaks in the trees, the full moon shone brightly. Hours had passed!
She carefully pulled up her swimsuit. She could feel his seed slosh and slip against her but she ignored it. He’d poured even more directly inside of her. If she was going to get pregnant, the extra that leaked through from her clothes wouldn’t make the slightest bit of difference.
Finally, she managed to pull herself upright. She couldn’t look at him in her embarrassment. Instead, she silently headed for the path to the lake. She needed to feel clean, though she doubted there was enough water in the world.
He hadn’t tried anything else that night. The next morning, after a pittance of sleep, he’d offered to drive her home and she’d jumped at the opportunity. True to his word, as she stepped out of the car, he handed over an envelope with all the pictures and negatives. As soon as she could get away, she’d returned to the scenic campsite and used the very same fire-pit that had gotten her deeper into trouble to burn the entire batch. It wasn’t as cathartic as she had hoped.
Over the next couple of weeks, Christy couldn’t help but notice him around campus. Every time she spotted him, he had that same look on his face, before she averted her eyes in shame and embarrassment. He had that smirk of a man who knew her every, darkest, secret. That look burned away any hint of compassion she might have felt, even as it drove the embarrassment deeper into her psyche. Too bad her body continued to seize with expectation each and every time.
At least the test had proved she wasn’t knocked up. That would have been a major setback in her ambitions.
Graduation wasn’t far away. Soon enough, he would be gone and she would never have to see him again. She’d never have to think about that night again. She certainly wouldn’t fantasize about it the next time her body’s demands overwhelmed her and drove her to her private hot-water-spring in the woods. No. She also wouldn’t imagine that he was out there, among the bushes and trees, ready to jump out and force open her deepest inhibitions even as his strong arms fought to spread her legs.
The conflict raged inside of her. Even as she tried to study, she still found her mind wandering back to that night and wondering exactly what he’d done to make her body so insistent for him. A part of her needed to know what she had screamed out for him to do to her. It burned that she didn’t know if he’d done as she begged him to do.
A hand reached over Christy’s shoulder and slapped the mute button on her laptop. Her back was to the corner of the study area, so she should have seen someone sneak up on her. Unfortunately, her mind had once more wandered into forbidden territory. Now the hand reached down and slid a flash drive into the USB port of her computer.
Christy’s body clenched with recognition. It suggested that the smooth way the foreign drive had been thrust into her computer was only natural. After all, it recognized, before her mind did, it was David who had intruded, once more, on her solitude.
His face was inches next to hers as he leaned over and began to manipulate the touch-pad. Her mind caught his intimate scent and immediately conjured up the salty tang of his lust. She could almost feel it as it congealed between her swollen lips and across her exposed back.
A double click on a file and a video popped up. It took only a second to load and then her eyes widened in horror. Her body’s reaction had been bad enough with vaguely remembered fantasies of what he’d done to her. To see it in vivid color on her high-def screen caused her traitor body to begin to seep its need in public.
He’d known exactly where the camera was, of course. His body position and the flickering light from the fire prevented any usable identification of him. Christy’s face, turned directly towards the camera and smashed into the dirt, could not be mistaken. Although the sound was turned off, the expression on her face and the steady movement of her lips suggested a screamed litany of profanity.
His plan came clear to her in twenty-twenty hindsight. Of course he’d been nice to her. He’d needed it to look like a seduction, at best. The way it had turned out, she could see people believing she’d seduced him. Worse still, there was no way she could reveal the truth. He’d set her up to destroy the only evidence that he’d blackmailed her into her actions. It would be her word against his and if a picture was worth a thousand words, this video would be irrefutable!
David allowed the scene to play for a few more seconds. It was long enough for her to know he’d caught every sordid detail on digital. If the still photos had been bad enough, a full video porn would ruin even her judicial hopes. He’d even selected the moment perfectly to demonstrate how he pulled out of her and shot his load into her exposed pussy, down her leg and into her bikini, and then finally up her back and into her hair. She hadn’t realized, until that very moment, that she’d even turned her head in a desperate attempt to catch some in her mouth!
Christy’s entire body deflated as the video looped back to the beginning of the deprivations.
“In a minute, you’re going to sneak away to the student activities equipment locker, where you’ll finally get your chance to drink up what you missed that night.” The seductive voice was soft enough that no one could hear but her. Even as it promised the end to her personal freedom, her body latched onto it and fed off of the dulcet tones. Even her mouth salivated at the thought of what he had already demanded of her.
“Beyond that,” he continued, “we’re going to make this little camp-out a monthly event. You seemed to enjoy it so much I don’t think you’ll be able to wait for the next time. If not, you’ll have my number. I’ll make sure to schedule you in as soon as possible.
“Don’t worry, you’re going to continue along your path, just as you planned. Law school, ADA, judge, politics. The only change is that you’ve now found yourself the man who will take that journey with you. MY path is the short one. By the time you’ve reached your goal and are ready to step in the ring, I’ll already be headed towards retirement. I’ll be able to lie back and enjoy whatever time you wrestle out of your schedule to make sure I remain a happy man.”
His head shifted slightly so that his lips brushed against her ear. The whisper of breath sent a tingle that raced directly to her groin. Too bad she wasn’t the one who was going to be allowed release in a few minutes.
“Do you understand?”
Christy nodded meekly. Whatever, whoever she had been before, she was no longer the confident woman in control of her own life. She was now his to do with as he pleased.
“Good.” David whispered with a feral smile. He stood up for a moment. Christy knew it wasn’t a mistake that his crotch was very close to her eye level. It let her see how excited he was by her compliance. He even brushed it against her cheek as he started to turn. After a moment he seemed to think better of the whole idea and crouched down next to her once more.
“Oh, and you don’t need to bother bringing a napkin. There won’t be anything to clean up when you’re done.” He shrugged. “And if there is, I’ll just have you take off your bra. I can wipe myself on your breasts to remind you of the fun for the rest of the day.”
With that, he was gone.
Christy whimpered. The worst part was she wasn’t sure what she wanted anymore. One part of her, now twisted, psyche wanted to gobble up every drop that he injected straight into her throat. The other craved the embarrassment of wearing her lover’s seed through the rest of the day.
There was no longer a single part of her mind that resisted the inevitable.
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Story 4
Kate came home after another crappy day at work. Everyone had managed in their own special way to piss her off and it had taken every ounce of her strength to resist going on a murderous rampage. But she decided as soon as she was through her front door she would leave the day behind her and try to relax. She treated herself to a hot, soapy bath, soothing her aching muscles while the candlelight and sweet incense melted the stress of the day away.
She opened herself a bottle of wine seeing as she had the whole weekend ahead of her to recover from her hectic week. She dressed in a black, silky nightgown that barely skimmed her thigh. It had a lace trim across the hem and around the cleavage, and was what she always wore to make herself feel better. She had bought it to wear for her boyfriend of the time two years ago, but they broke up soon after that and she had no one to wear it for since.
Look at you, Kate, she thought to herself, spending your Friday night alone watching crappy TV and dressed like a slut for no reason.
She decided to distract herself by getting a little drunk. One glass quickly became two, then three. Soon only the dregs of the bottle were left in her glass and her vision was too hazy to focus on the television. She picked her laptop up and switched it on, unsure of her intentions. The last webpage she had searched loaded up. It was a new social networking site she had signed up to. She had only quickly made her own page and hadn’t thought much of it. She looked down the left column and saw a “Suggested Contacts” category. There were a few faces she recognised; people from work, a couple of cousins…but then there was one face that caught her attention. Someone she hadn’t thought of in years. Richards Creampies, Kate’s high school crush. She had obsessed over him in every clichéd way. Her textbooks were covered in doodles of his name. She had practised writing her signature with his surname. She blushed every time they made eye contact.
As she fondly remembered how much of a loser she must have seemed to him, she barely noticed the mouse hover over his picture. In her drunken state she ended up clicking the “Add Contact” button. She froze in horror, he probably wouldn’t even remember who she was, and even if he did he would only remember the shy weirdo who stared at him for four years. Luckily, Kate had grown into her looks since school, but before then she was geeky and plain. No one ever looked twice at her. Now she knew how to dress for her slim but slightly curvy figure, making everything tight in the right places rather than swamping her body in baggy clothes like she used to. Her dark hair had grown long and luscious and she often applied self-tan to bring out her big, black eyes.
She was unsure what to do; there was no way to cancel the contact request so he was definitely going to see it. Should she message him explaining her drunken accident so he didn’t think she was a complete freak? Or maybe that would make things even more embarrassing? She chuckled to herself and decided not to care. She opened up a new webpage and started looking at new underwear she could buy herself as a treat. There might be no one to see it but it made her feel so much sexier about herself. Even just the thrill of knowing that underneath her sensible office attire was a naughty secret that no one would possibly guess.
Ten minutes passed when she heard an unfamiliar ‘ping’ noise. It wasn’t from the website she was on. She returned to the first page and found a new message in her inbox. Oh God…it was from Creampies. She couldn’t help but rekindle some of the old excitement she used to feel, making her giggle like the schoolgirl that had adored him.
With a slight tremor in her hand, she opened the message:
‘Well hello there, stranger! Long time no see. Looking good Kate, even cuter than I remembered. How are you?
Creampies
Xxx’
She had to reread the message a few times before she believed what she had read. How did he even remember her? She typed a hasty reply, but ended up waiting a few minutes before sending it to try and not look too eager.
‘Hello yourself. Yeah it’s been a while…to be honest I’m surprised you remember me! But thank you for the compliment; you’re looking great too. Not that there was much room for improvement
K Xxx’
His reply was almost instant.
‘Of course I remember! It’s so great to be back in touch, I have to admit I’ve thought of you a fair few times since we left school. I always regretted not taking the time to get to know you better ☹
C Xxx’
They talked for a while longer, combining polite conversation with flirting that rapidly lost it’s subtlety. Turns out they both still lived in the same city, only a half hour drive apart. Kate was just about to suggest they meet up before he dropped a bomb. He had a wife.
“Oh, she typed, trying to disguise her disappointment, congratulations on your wedding. I didn’t know.”
“It isn’t going too well…” he replied.
“Sorry to hear that,” she lied.
“Thanks, to be honest I don’t think we’ll be together much longer. I need a change. I need to try something new just to give me the guts to end things.”
Kate thought about what he was suggesting. Should she offer herself to a married man? She had been cheated on before and knew how it felt to be so hurt and humiliated. But what harm could it do to an already failing relationship? And she couldn’t help but feel she owed it to her high school self.
“Well I’m here if you want help with that…
"
“Really? Sounds great to me. I’m getting hard just thinking about it…”
“Sounds fun to me. Making me a little excited too :P”
She could hardly believe she had just sent that message. Dirty talk with a guy she barely knew? It was so unlike her. But she couldn’t deny the thrill she got from it.
“I’d like to see. Send me a photo?”
She hesitated for a little, suddenly feeling shy all over again. But she knew she was excited enough –and certainly drunk enough- to do what he asked. She set up the webcam and posed, pushing her tits together with her elbows and giving her best seductive smile. She sent the photo and waited nervously.
“Gorgeous
any chance of seeing…a little more? For me?”
She decided just to go for it before she changed her mind. She took off her nightgown, throwing it over her shoulder. She lowered the webcam so that her whole body would fit in the shot. She leaned back in her chair, arching her back so that her breasts were pushed forwards. She spread her legs either side of the chair, placing her hand suggestively close to her pussy.
She sent the photo and his reply came milliseconds later.
“OMG, you have no idea what you’re doing to me. You’re so hot! Can’t wait to get my hands on you now
"
They arranged to meet the next day at his place. He said his wife would be out all day, giving them plenty of time. Kate signed off, desperate to get to sleep just to make the time pass so she could get round there. She was so excited she was tempted to touch herself. The images of what Creampies was going to do to her were already driving her crazy. But she decided to save it, knowing it would make the next day even more amazing.
Eventually, the time came and she was knocking on his door. She had dressed in a short summery dress, trying to look casual but awarding herself the opportunity to show off her toned, tanned body.
Creampies opened the door and Kate grinned like an idiot. He looked even hotter than he had in school. Tall, big arms, wavy dark hair. He had a crooked smile that was beaming down at her, making her knees weak.
“Good to see you,” he grinned. As he kissed her, he pressed himself up against her. He was already hard. It felt huge through his jeans. “Come on in,” he added.
She followed him inside where he led her to their living room. His house was gorgeous, all the furniture was sleek and expensive-looking. The only thing that looked odd was the office chair that had been oddly placed in the middle of the room. It didn’t match any of the other seating and belonged in a study somewhere. She cast a quizzical look at Creampies but he gestured for her to sit in the chair. She did so and they small talked for a few minutes. But it didn’t take long for him to get up from his seat and cross over to her. In one fluid movement he bent down and kissed her hard. His hands were all over her, groping at her breasts, rubbing the material of her underwear. She tried to stand up off the chair so that they could head to a bedroom or at least the sofa, but he kept her pinned down as he kissed and groped her. He roughly pulled her dress over her head and took off her underwear. His clothes stayed on and he still kept her on the seat.
She pulled herself away for a moment’s breath.
“Take your clothes off,” she whispered, “I want you to fuck me.”
He grinned and she noticed he pulled something out of his pocket. Without giving her a second to think he pulled her head forward and grabbed her arms, pinning them behind her back. She felt a click of metal as he secured the handcuffs he had pulled out his pocket.
“We’re going to do things a different way, baby.”
Kate was a little startled but still hugely turned on. She had never experienced bondage before and had to admit she liked the intensity. But something told her to be more wary, she barely knew this guy and he had her naked and completely at his mercy.
“Shouldn’t we talk about stuff like this first?” she asked.
He crossed the room and opened a cabinet door. “Trust me, if you relax, you’ll enjoy yourself,” he called as he searched for something in the cupboard. “If you don’t,” he added as he re-emerged holding some rope, “then tough. This is how you’re getting fucked.”
Kate tried to relax but knowing she didn’t have a choice either way scared her. Creampies got to work tying each of her legs to an arm of the chair, leaving her pussy exposed and her hands pinned behind her back. He then tied her torso to the back of the chair, crossing the ropes so that they tightened around her breasts.
“That’s going to get them nice and swollen,” he explained, rubbing her left breast roughly, “and a lot more sensitive.” Kate pulled against her restraints, testing how much room she had. Everything was fastened securely, she was completely stuck. She was caught in the balance of fear and excitement at the idea of being under Creampies’s complete control. He tested this by gently rubbing his finger across her pussy. She groaned at his touch.
“Look at you all wet and ready to go,” he said in a slow drawl. “You really are a dirty little slut, aren’t you?”
She gasped as he took his finger away.
“I asked you a question, Kate,” he said in a much more menacing tone.
“Y-yes. I’m a dirty little slut.”
He gave her nipples a quick tug. “You only speak when you’re spoken to and you always do as you’re told or you get punished. Understand?”
“Yes.”
Creampies let out a small chuckle before turning to the doorway on the other side of the living room. “I think she’s ready, honey!” he called out.
Honey? Who was he talking to? Instantly a tall, beauty came through the door. She was dressed in a black and red negligee that fastened at little ties all the way down her side. She was carrying a number of toys in her hand, but set them aside as she approached Kate, who only stared in shock.
“What’s going on?” Kate eventually managed to ask.
Without warning, the beauty slapped her across the cheek. Creampies chuckled.
“I thought my husband just told you to only speak when you were spoken to?” she said in a commanding voice. Kate fell silent, her face stinging.
“Maybe I should explain a little for you, Kate,” said Creampies, still laughing. “I haven’t been totally honest with you. I’m not leaving my wife. I lured you here because I promised her a gift for our anniversary. It’s her fantasy to have a little slave to play with. And when you added me to your page last night, I thought you would be the perfect candidate. So we’re going to have a little trial run. You’re going to do everything either Melissa or I tells you. If you don’t, we will punish you and force you to do it anyway.”
“What, no! Are you cra-?” Kate was interrupted by another slap around the face from Melissa. She gasped in pain and looked up at her. Her bright green eyes were gleaming down at her. A menacing grin crept across her face.
“You just aren’t going to play by the rules, are you?” she teased. She went to the pile of toys she had brought through and picked up a ball gag. Kate tried to resist but she could only move her head slightly to either side from the ropes that tied her to the chair. Melissa quickly managed to fasten the gag in Kate’s mouth. She tried to protest, but only the tiniest mumble came out.
“We’re going to have so much fun together,” Melissa said, running her hands all over Kate’s body, “but first, I think I should punish you for so willingly coming over here to fuck my husband.” Her hand moved down to circle Kate’s clit, making her moan against her ball gag.
“And look, you’re still wet from thinking about his cock. I’m going to have to teach you not to be such a naughty slut.” She turned to Creampies, who was watching them with such strong intensity. “Set the camera up, baby,” she said to him.
He got to work hooking up a video camera to a tripod and placing it directly in front of Kate. She screamed and pulled against her restraints but failed to make any kind of significant sound or movement. Melissa laughed at her attempts while she pulled a huge vibrator out of the pile of toys. She attached it to a stand and positioned it against Kate’s pussy. When she turned it on, Kate was forced to feel the vibrations against her clit, unable to pull away as both she and the vibrator were fixed in position. Creampies and Melissa stepped back to admire their work.
“Seeing as you’re such a horny little bitch,” said Melissa, “I’m going to force you to cum. And we’re going to film it so the whole world can see how much of a slut you are.”
Creampies switched the camera on and they both sat on the sofa behind it, watching as Kate was forced to endure both the undeniable pleasure she was feeling along with the humiliation of being caught on camera. She tried to beg, to say sorry, but she couldn’t make an intelligible sound. Creampies and Melissa weren’t paying much attention to her anyway. They were passionately kissing behind the camera as Melissa took off his clothes and he ripped off her negligee. When they were both naked they turned to watch Kate once again. Their hands crossed as they touched each other while they watched their slave succumb to her punishment.
Kate was mortified at the idea of orgasming against her will, especially as she was being watched and filmed, but she couldn’t resist as the vibrator sent waves of intense pleasure through her body. She closed her eyes to try and forget the humiliation but that only intensified the sensation. Cutting off one sense only made the others stronger. It wasn’t long before she had the most overwhelming orgasm she’d ever had. She forgot it was against her will. She forgot she was being forced for the satisfaction of Melissa and Creampies. There wasn’t any room left in her head for those worries as her body imploded with ecstasy.
The euphoria was quickly torn away as she felt the vibrator taken away from her, leaving her empty and wanting. She opened her eyes and found Creampies and Melissa standing over her. His eyes were gleaming with excitement; she was smirking, alive with power.
They both began to untie her from the chair. Melissa unclasped the gag and Kate gasped for air but didn’t dare say a word.
“Enjoy that baby?” Melissa asked. Kate only glared at her as Creampies leaned her forward to release the handcuffs. He pulled hard on her hair when she didn’t answer Melissa.
“Remember the rules, Kate,” he warned.
“Yes,” she breathed. Melissa grinned smugly and went to switch off the video camera. Kate was struggling to come to terms with what was happening. She was being used and utterly humiliated, but part of her felt reawakened.
And she wanted more.
Melissa ejected the memory card from the camera and waved it tauntingly at Kate.
“For as long as I hold onto this card, you’ll do everything I tell you. If you don’t, then I’ll make sure everyone who knows you sees it and finds out you came here to fuck another girl’s husband. Just do as you’re told, Kate, and we’ll keep this our dirty little secret.”
A knot tightened in Kate as the voice of her conscience tried to make itself heard. You’re in deep shit, Kate. Get yourself out of there.
But the other voice, the awakened roar of the devil inside her intrigued her into finding out what was next. For reasons she couldn’t explain, the idea of being used, being forced, was exhilarating. She didn’t have to care about these people; they sure as hell didn’t care about her. She was there to fuck and be fucked.
“Stand up,” Melissa ordered. Kate rose to her feet. She swayed slightly, her body rendered limp from the power of her orgasm, her energy drained. Creampies held her in place, a strong hand on each shoulder. Melissa stepped closer to Kate until she was barely over an inch away from her. She could feel the heat from her naked body. Melissa carefully traced her finger up Kate’s thigh, feeling the wetness that had trickled down her leg from her orgasm. Kate’s knees buckled from her touch, but Creampies held her firmly in place.
“Keep playing with us baby and you could feel this good all the time,” Melissa teased. “But you have to earn it. In fact, I think it’s our turn to have some of the fun. Seeing you cum that hard is making me jealous.” She shared a quick grin with Creampies, who turned Kate around to face him.
“Go upstairs and lie on the bed. Face down, ass up.” Kate didn’t hesitate for a second and turned towards the stairs, despite the fact that her feeble attempts to walk matched the technique of a newborn foal. Walking around their house naked was a thrill within itself; the cool air clinging to every bare inch of her body, rejuvenating her.
She found the bedroom and did as she was asked- told. She rested her head on her hands and brought her knees up to her chest, arching her back so her ass and pussy were in the air. She had left the lights off, cautious about doing anything that Creampies and Melissa hadn’t specifically told her to do, and waited patiently in the darkness.
It wasn’t long before they entered the room. Kate didn’t dare look up but she could hear them giggling and caressing each other.
“Look at her waiting so patiently for you,” Creampies murmured into Melissa’s ear.
“I can see her pussy glistening from her,” she replied. “I wonder if she thinks we’ll let her cum again?”
“That’s up to you. But come on, let’s put her to work first.”
They joined Kate on the bed. Creampies behind her, Melissa by her head, a leg either side and her pussy inches from her face. Creampies slid his throbbing cock into Kate, slowly, but enough to make her moan from the filling she had longed for. Melissa grabbed her hair and lifted her face up off the bed.
“If you want him to keep fucking you, you have to earn it. Show me that you deserve to cum again.”
She guided Kate’s mouth to her pussy pulled hard on her hair. Kate tentatively grazed her tongue across Melissa’s clit, never having tasted another woman before.
Smack!
Kate cried out as Creampies’s hand came down again on her arse. The cold air bit at her red-hot skin.
“Eat it like you fucking want it, bitch!”
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Kate dropped all her inhibitions and went to town on Melissa’s pussy. Creampie started fucking her harder, always matching Kate’s speed with Melissa, encouraging her to fuck her harder with her mouth. Melissa kept her hand firmly wrapped in Kate’s hair, holding her in place next to her pussy while she moaned in pleasure. Creampie had his hands on either side of her hips to keep her in place as he fucked her, stretching her around his bulging cock. The three of them became one, moving with each other’s rhythms, caught up in the race to see who would claim the first release.
Melissa was the first to cum. Kate felt the juice erupt all over her face as she screamed, “Take it all you fucking slut”. Most went in her mouth and she lapped it up. Creampie had her teetering on the edge and she couldn’t bare the idea of displeasing either one of them enough to convince them to leave her when she was so close. Melissa seemed to sense this and pulled Kate’s face up to look her dead in the eye.
“Don’t you dare cum before he does,” she threatened. Kate willed her body to listen, but the resistance only intensified the friction his cock surged through her. She kept her eyes locked on Melissa, desperately trying to stay on the edge, knowing she only had seconds before she shattered into a thousand pieces.
With the relief that water brings to the desert, she felt Creampie’s hot cum shoot deep inside her, filling her up until she was sure she would burst. Her whole body shuddered as it finally gave in and she imploded around him. She couldn’t see, smell, or hear, but only feel. A euphoria that made those moments feel like an eternity.
As she came back to earth, she felt Creampie lift her off the bed and to her feet. She stood nervously, and swaying slightly, unsure she could take anymore.
“Get out of here,” said Melissa. Kate turned to leave. “But remember,” Melissa called as she reached the doorway, “we still have your video. The next time we tell you to come over you better be here within the hour. This is just the beginning of the fun we’re going to have.”
Kate gathered her clothes from the living room and then left the house. As she drove home she contemplated what Melissa had just said. She had just assumed this was a one-time thing. But now they have the video they can blackmail her into submitting to them whenever they wanted. God knows how long they would keep it going for. She wasn’t sure which was more bizarre; the fact that this couple had her completely trapped into being their newest toy?
Or they fact that she couldn’t fucking wait for the next time?
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Story 5
Every company has its own stories. You know what type of stories I’m talking about. Sarah got drunk at the Christmas party and got caught blowing Jon in the supply cabinet. Ever since Marsha’s husband left her, she’ll sleep with anyone that gets her drunk. Mark from Accounting used to beat his wife, but he’s in counseling now. Of course, he still doesn’t wash his hands when he comes out of the bathroom. Did you hear about the time the guys from IT when they were in Texas for a conference and they all got arrested at a strip club?
These stories form the mythology of our work places. Most of them are innocuous gossip spiced with a lot of lies. Did you hear that Michael’s wife is leaving him because of the affair he’s having with Liz from customer service. Her husband has no idea. But there is also truth to be had in these stories. If you know how to look and what to listen for you can find that truth.
But sometimes when the story gets out, it’s all truth. Back in the late 80’s there was a junior executive at my company that caught his boss embezzling company money. When he confronted his boss, the man begged him not to tell the truth; which he agreed to do, on one condition. The boss had to send either his wife or his daughter to his house, giving them over to the younger man for one night, or he would go to jail.
The junior executive’s names was Chuck, and he was my boss for the first six years I worked for my company. He told me this story one night when we were camped out in a shitty, cramped hotel room waiting for one of our clients to get back from the airport. Their flight was delayed and we had been waiting for close to 16 hours. Later, when we got home, he showed me the proof.
Did you ever read that book about how most corporate executives are sociopaths? Men like Chuck are the reason why.
Chuck drained his second class of good red wine for the evening and went in search of the bathroom to take care of his business. This was not the best party he had ever been too. His boss, Walter, had invited all of his junior executives and their wives to a dinner at his house. Walter’s wife Karen was doing the cooking, and she was a competent cook. But the evening had been boring and all there was to drink was wine. Chuck preferred harder alcohol. The conversation had been pretty boring and the food hadn’t even been served yet. Karen, it seemed, was having some trouble getting everything finished.
The house was huge! It made him feel good to know that if he worked hard and advanced in the company maybe one day he could afford a mega mansion like this one. He thought he’d heard Walter tell Bart from accounts that it has 8 bedrooms. Eight! With a luxury five car garage that has its own filling station. That was ridiculous, and just the kind of luxury he wanted in his life.
As board as he was, tonight hadn’t been a complete disaster. He wasn’t seeing anyone, and there was no way he could show up to this thing by himself. The girl he was with, was an escort. A friend of his had given him a number to a service, and he had paid US$200 for her company this evening.
She was a grad student at FBU and pretty. He was pretty sure that he was going to get laid later tonight, but he was also pretty sure that he was going to have to pay for it. Also, Karen, although much older than he was, was still a beautiful woman at 43.
Walter’s daughter, Karenna who had only made a brief appearance when the guests first arrived, was a knockout. At 18, and just out of high school, she was a SYT blond haired bombshell. She had just come from practice and was still wearing her tennis outfit, and it made him think some very naughty thoughts about his boss’s daughter.
On his way down the hall to find the bathroom, he passed the table with the wine bottles. He poured another for himself and took it with him on his search. The hall bathroom, the one that he had been told about was occupied, so he ventured deeper into the house looking to relieve himself.
Soon he saw a major change in the way the house was laid out. There was a set of sliding pocket doors at the end of the hallway and when he opened them he realized that they were there to cordon off the part of the house that was supposed to be used for the party from the family’s private areas. He instinctively knew that he shouldn’t be in this part of the house, but he said “fuck it” and kept going.
“Hey,” said a voice behind him. I don’t think you are supposed to be back here. He turned to see Karenna standing across the T in the hall way from him wearing a thick terry cloth robe and a towel around her head. At first he got really excited, but then he realized that the robe was so thick and oversized that he couldn’t see anything.
“Hey yourself sweetie,” he said in his best Tom Cruise voice. “What are you doing?”
She rolled her eyes at him" It made him mad for a moment, then he finally said “Well I was just looking for a bathroom. The one in the hall in the main part of the house is occupied.”
“You can use mine,” she said pointing casually to the door she had just come out of. She was gone into her room before he could turn back around and hit on her some more.
Inside the bathroom, he was hit with the strong smell or overheated girl. Karenna had dropped her clothes from her tennis practice on the floor when she undressed from the shower. The hot smell of girl sweat and shampoo was almost overpowering. He made his way to the toilet, opened his fly, fished out his cock and pissed in her toilet. He made sure to splash some on the seat and pictured in his mind what she would look like naked in the shower washing her pussy. Did it feel good? Was she fingering herself right now?
He doubted it. He hadn’t seen any look of lust in her eyes when he spoke to her. He zipped his fly and was about to leave the bathroom when a thought occurred to him. He brushed through her clothes with his foot and saw her panties laying there under her short little tennis skirt. They were thin white cotton, cut to ride high on the hips. Chuck bent over and picked them up. They were still damp with her sweat. He opened them and looked at the crotch. It had a yellowish streak where her little pussy would have been. He put his whole face in them and inhaled. He was overwhelmed by the smell of her, the panties felt damp on his nose and lips. He inhaled again and made a decision. He stuffed the panties in his pocket. She would probably never miss them. The maid would pick up her clothes in the morning and that would be the end of it.
He adjusted the erection in his pants to a more uncomfortable but less noticeable position and went to rejoin the party. As he passed Karenna’s room he smiled to himself knowing that he would be using her panties to get off for a long time.
Back in the main room, his re-arrival wasn’t even noticed. Everyone was gathered around Walter’s giant projection TV. Walter was talking about a terrible disaster. A plane had exploded for unknown reasons over Scotland. Chuck didn’t care. He was hungry and horny and was ready to get on with the night. His date, Melissa, came over to him and held his hand. She looked genuinely upset. There were tears in her eyes as she was explaining to him what had happened. He just didn’t understand this kind of emotion in other people when it came to strangers. It never made sense to him.
Eventually Karen decided to take matters into her own hands. She clinked her fork against her crystal wine glass and drew everyone attention. “Honey”, she said sweetly. “Turn off the TV would you.” Walter didn’t like it, but he complied. She made a little motion with her hand and he came up to join her. The five couples in the room, myself included, watched in interest.
“We are about to eat,” she said sweetly. “I know the news from Scotland, and those poor people, is bad, but I don’t want it to spoil the evening. I think Walter had something he wanted to say.” She smiled warmly at him. Chuck gazed openly at her tanned legs and let his hand on Melissa’s back fall to her ample ass. He squeezed roughly and she looked at him with a warning. Walter cleared his throat.
“Well, I guess it all comes down to saying thank you. The company has had a banner year.”
“And so have Walters”, Karen chimed in. Walter cast her a small, but strange glance, and then went on.
“Yes, we’ve all had a banner year. That’s in large part to the people in this room. We’re bringing in new clients all the time. We are charging our old clients more for new services. I’m beginning to think that this computer security business is going to be important to our future.”
Everyone laughed at this. The company was an old school “locks and guards” security company. A few years ago we had expanded into programing computers to secure corporate data and it had quickly become 50% of our business. Everyone in the company was taking computer classes.
“And most importantly, we have our first celebrity client.” Everyone made a little sound of agreement. “You can all see her, every Thursday night on TV and she is getting us a lot of good press and a lot of inquiries. Now, if only we can just keep her alive for another season…” he trailed off. His wife backhanded his shoulder reproachfully and everyone laughed at that.
“Let’s eat,” he said with earnest enthusiasm.
Everyone took seats around the table. Chuck made sure they were as far away from their host and hostess as possible. While they waited to be served he lightly trailed the fingers of his right hand up the thigh and under the skirt of Melissa. She swatted him under the table. A clear sign to stop what he was doing. He ignored her and pressed his hand further between her legs. When his fingertips touched her stocking tops she squeezed her knees together trapping his hand. Chuck was going to press harder, confident that she would not make a scene here at such a nice social gathering. She casually took her steak knife off of the table and using the table cloth as cover pressed the tip into his forearm. He was surprised, but he got the message. She was a bit feisty, and he liked that. He was withdrawing his hand when a voice said:
“Chuck, dear, can I serve you a game hen?” Karen was standing over me. If she had seen anything of what had just transpired under the table she had no indication on her face.
“Of course”, he said hoping to conceal his arm coming out from under the table in the general direction of his date. When she served his hen, she bent over lowly and he could see down the cleavage of her dress. She had naturally large breasts, tanned with lots of freckles that she tried to cover up with makeup. He took a good look, but withdrew his eyes before she caught him.
He thought about her tan for a moment and remembered that Walter has gone to the south of France for two weeks. Apparently they had spent a lot of time on the beach. That was an expensive vacation. He wondered how long it would be before he was able to vacation in the Frioul Islands.
Throughout dinner he kept thinking that Melissa was going to be pissed at him for the little stunt with his hand, but it turned out she was charming and carried on a good conversation with him and everyone around them. He would have to remember that she was good at this next time he had a work party to go to. After dinner coffee was served. Walter took the men out to see his new boat, a nice 45 foot Chris Craft, and Karen showed the ladies the landscaping she was having done, and talked about wanting to put marble floors in the hall way.
Honestly it was a fantastic evening, and if Chuck had stopped fantasizing about the women or what he was going to do to his date later that evening, he may have enjoyed himself. That, and he could never set aside the feeling of envy he had for Walter. What had that uptight shit ever done to deserve this kind of lavish life style? Chuck knew that if he had this kind of money, he would use it right.
As the evening broke up he made sure that he and Melissa were among the first to go. He waited just long enough for the first couple to leave, so he didn’t look rude, and then shuffled the two of them out right after. He was horny and he didn’t want to keep making loathsome small talk with all these people that he didn’t care about.
As they got in the car, Melissa was making it clear she wasn’t happy. He didn’t care, of course. He was paying her to be compliant, not to have feelings. He waited until they pulled out of the driveway in his little red convertible and then he put his hands between her legs again. This time he was rougher, forcing his hand up her skirt and into contact with her panty covered pussy. She screamed inarticulately and slapped him with both her hands and her purse at the same time. He pulled the car off the dark country road, into an abandoned old driveway, and grabbed both of her hands. They wrestled for a few moments, squirming around in the two small car until her legs were bent under her on the seat, she was facing away from him and he had both of her hands pinned at the small of her back.
She wasn’t crying, but she was mad as hell, and he liked that. The struggle had turned him on, and he was rock hard, his erection pushing painfully against the gear shift of the car. He swiveled about a bit to make himself more comfortable. Almost all of his weight was on the girl now, and no doubt she could feel him hard and ready through their thin clothing.
“Now listen up, you little bitch”, he said with a growl in his voice. “You and I both know the score. You fuck for money. Pure and simple.”
“Fuck you,” she screamed through her rage. She tried to squirm out from under him, but he was too strong and she was too petite to put up much of a fight.
“You fuck for money”, he continued. “Now you have a great opportunity here. You can come back with me and make a few hundred dollars tonight, or you can keep fighting me, and I will pull you out of this car, fuck you in the dirt and leave you hear. Maybe you find your way back before some hick drivers finds you and makes you the girl he keeps in his basement, and maybe you don’t. Your choice”
He felt her body relax a bit under him. She was really shaking now. She was scared but she was a professional and she knew she was in a rough situation.
“There you go. Relax and maybe you can even enjoy yourself”, he said. “Just let it happen and it can be fun for both of us.”
She started uncurling from the seat and he moved some of his weight off of her. Just as he was sitting back in his own seat and ready to drive off, she made a lunge for her door she got three quarters of the way out, but he was too fast for her. He caught her left ankle and pulled back on it hard. He opened his door and started to get out, and as she tried to kick him with her right foot he caught that ankle too and pulled her through the car, and partially out the other side. He rolled her over so that she was lying face down on the front seat with her legs sticking out the driver’s door.
“So you want it the fun way? Fine by me,” he said as he once again pinned bother of her hands behind her lower back and gripped them tightly together with one hand.
Melissa was starting to feel truly scared, not for being raped. In fact she had been raped by clients before. No she was scared he would truly leave her in this dark place alone and that she would get picked up by a driver or some other crazy the night held and she would never see her family again.
She screamed for help, but clamped down on it at the last moment, not wanting to enrage this man any more than he was. What came out was a guttural “Arrrggggghhhhh”, and it came at the worst possible time. He had just slipped his right hand up between her thighs and pressed hard against her pussy.
“Oh, you like that don’t you? Okay, we can do more of that,” he said.
With that, Melissa went to another place in her mind to wait out the inevitable as she had done before.
The scream from her sounded like she was having a major orgasm, and he loved it. Could she really be this turned on by a little roughhousing? It was all in good fun of course, and he knew some girls were into it, but still he was surprised.
He pulled the skirt of her pretty dress over the round hump of her thighs and hips. He revealed the part he had been waiting to see all night. She was wearing a light tan pair of lace panties. They were the kind that came up high on the hips and low in front. He had heard guys call them wale tails before. He pulled them down to her ankles and pressed his free hand between her thighs and over her mons.
He was a bit disappointed that she was not shaved. He had seen that some of the girls were doing that now and he liked it. He liked how smooth and clean it made a pussy feel. They were somehow more naked. But no matter, he was still getting what he wanted.
In fact he wanted to finger fuck her for a little while, but was too uncomfortable in his pants to wait that long. Instead he pulled himself out, which was a little harder than he thought it would be with only one hand to make sure the ditsy bitch didn’t run away or start fighting him again. He kicked her feet apart at the ankles and jammed his knee between her thighs so she couldn’t slam them again. Slowly, using his weight and strength advantage, he worked her legs farther and farther apart until he could enter her without obstruction. Which he did, as hard as he could.
She was tight, but he was sure that had more to do with her resisting him than anything else. She was wet, but not as wet as he would have liked her. He liked it when a woman was extremely aroused, but he liked this type of fun too. Comfortably inside of her he moved his free hand to her head and grabbed a fist full of her hair and pulled it back. She was completely in his control. He worked into his rhythm slamming home each time into her with all the force he could manage.
Something brought Melissa back from her place. She was suddenly very aware of her body and what was being done to it… and what was worse is that it felt good. It hurt, being pulled and fucked like this, but somewhere it also felt better than it hurt. With a wave of panic she realized that this man was going to make her come.
As he fucked her, Chuck was surprised to find that first she stopped resisting him as much, and then she seemed to almost anticipate his thrusts and rise to meet him. He heard her breath start to catch and knew instantly that he would not last much longer. His own breath was heavy, his pulse was racing and right as he started to feel the walls of the bitches pussy clamp down on him he came, shooting his load into her. He didn’t let the spasms of his ejaculation stop him though. He kept thrusting into her until he was completely finished. When he was, he let his body fall on top of hers and rested there, with his softening cock still inside her, while he rested and listened to her cry softly.
Women were like that sometimes. Sometimes they cried after they came, he thought to himself and was proud that he knew so much about the inner workings of women.
Melissa’s body had betrayed her. This man had taken something that didn’t belong to him, and her body’s animalistic response had been to enjoy it. She felt sick and empty inside. But that feeling was starting to be replaced by the fear of being left out here alone. She had to get him to take her back to town.
Chuck stood up, and as he did, he slipped out of her. The semen he had pumped into her was starting to come out, and he could see it running down her pale inner thigh. It made her look like she belonged to him.
