Category: BDSM

Dominos 7/Jessica’s End Game

Posted on by Xavier

Jessica was about to Orgasm.

 

She could feel his heat growing inside of her body.  Stretching her open from the inside out even as her mouth opened wide to meet his tongue in space.  She wanted him to cum now!  Jessica could feel him swelling wider inside of her body.  Pushing her even further.  Even as she didn’t believe her body could afford to take any more of an invasion.

 

She had almost forgotten his wife was in the room until she felt the warm length of her tongue.  Slick against her anus.  And considering their symbiotic relationship?  That was a testament to her newfound lover, Jerrod.  Wanting to focus only on the smooth rhythmic motion of the man between her thighs from the moment he invaded her slit.  Jessica was beginning to quiver deep inside of herself immediately, and perhaps it was because he was the most famous person she had ever fucked.  As far as she knew.  Not knowing where the sensations were emanating from made her feel as if Jessica’s whole body was on fire!  And her constant wetness was an attempt to put it out!

 

She had spent many years in Europe planning her return and next move.  Transforming the Family’s fortune into terms, she could easily manage from afar.  While spending nights trying to find herself and feel something she never had since that night.  Alive.  Jessica decided to return once she surmised there was only one way to face your demons.  Head on. 

 

As Jerrod loosed her from her perch on top of him.  Jessica.  Her ample bottom and bosom seemingly slid off of him onto the floor. His wife, lover, and confidant Jane replaced him at her pulsing nexus.  Armed with a warm cloth used to wipe away the younger woman’s shameless display of lust.  While occasionally running her adept tongue between the folds.  Licking and twisting the appendage to seemingly Jessica’s advantage.  Women were never her thing.  But she could get used to this!  As Jane’s crafty tongue eased the joyful but slightly painful sensation of her husband thrusting inside of her.  His big cock still resonated against the new sensation Jane now provided.  As Jerrod sat back in his chair now solo. 

 

“We are so happy you accepted our invitation.  Do you still feel up to some role play?”

 

Jerrod spoke as Jane’s hands began to explore Jessica’s body further.  Like her husband.  She really appreciated the female form and enjoyed mapping women’s reactions to her touch.  Almost as much as she enjoyed watching Jerrod fuck them senseless.  Knowing how he made her feel every time they were together as husband and wife.  Only a woman who was with him too could understand and appreciate the real power of Jane.  Especially after she had her way with her.

 

“Would you mind if we tied you up now like we discussed?”

 

Jessica had picked up some habits and desires that the brilliant young woman hadn’t figured out how to control yet.  All based upon the excitement she felt when completely out of control.  And the danger of Bondage suited her new nature perfectly.  Unable to make any decision about how her own body could or would be used and sometimes?  Even by who.  A suitable penance for what she had done to Ron.

 

There was also an affinity for much older men with Big cocks.   Most of whom were very married men she found somewhat reprehensible.   Nasty old fuckers who had no right touching a woman of her quality without paying the enormous sums they eventually would for her time.  Jessica’s habits had become obsessions, and the only way she could break the chain was to finally face her demons. 

 

“Please do.” She replied.

 

Jane used the woman’s verbal cue to slap her Jessica’s pussy with her open hand roughly.  Eliciting a shriek from the unexpected blow.  And releasing a calming thought into her head.  She wasn’t afraid of pain.  On the contrary, she welcomed it.  Jessica’s fear was of her weakness of sin.  Feeling that she may still owe a debt to Jane for removing her Father from her life years ago.  And wondering if under the stress of the pleasures or torture she would feel compelled to admit it.   And be in no position to defend herself. 

 

“You liked that a little too much.  I think we have a winner hun.”

 

Jane began roughly exploring Jessica’s insides as she spoke to her husband and noted his cock’s appreciation of her work.  It stood tall and mighty like a Mandingo Warrior’s staff.  Ready to fill her when she asked. 

 

Jane began to attach the spreader bar to the ankle cuffs already fastened around each of Jessica’s legs.  And Jessica started regress immediately into her submissive self.  Where she was both most comfortable and deadly.  Feeling the areolas on her chest pucker up as Jane began to pinch them hard between her fingers and kissing her in the same manner simultaneously.  As she began to fall back onto the floor unable to both keep her balance as well as protect the sensitive nubs.  That was the moment she knew the night’s games had begun.  And decided to use her elbows instead to allow her new Mistress access to her swollen breasts. 

 

“And she is a quick learner.”  Jerrod chimed in. 

 

Jerrod then stood and walked to the table behind her.  Opening a draw, she was unable to see in her current state.  Jerrod began to kneel on the floor opposite Jane.  Balls and dick sitting directly in front of her forehead.  Just beyond the reach of her wanting tongue. 

 

“Eat her pussy again lover.”

 

Jerrod reached out and dragged the bar with one hand.  Curling the woman up in a semi-ball and lifting her up into the air slightly.  Allowing his wife to dig into the young snack with no limitations!  Jessica’s hands reached out and around Jerrod’s thighs and clutched his ass forward.  Allowing her mouth and tongue access to at least one side of his stick.  Which she flicked her tongue at wildly.  It was a position she couldn’t remember ever being in before and combined with the expert licking she was receiving from Jane?   Jessica felt another Orgasm welling up inside of her body.  This one more powerful than the last!  Jessica felt herself dripping down.  Outside of the folds of her beautiful and recently underused pink pussy.  Between the folds of her ass and spread around liberally by Jane’s tongue occasionally.  Until it felt so good?  Jessica thought that she would erupt all over her face like she had on Jane’s  Father’s long ago.    The thought alone fueling her wanton feelings.

 

“Fuck her babe.”

 

Jessica felt the plug being pushed into her tiny ass as Jerrod pulled the Bar closer to him.  Exposing it a bit more.  She hadn’t seen him pass his wife the tool and screamed in pain as she began to work the tool around inside of her.  Jessica’s Orgasm had been thwarted by the thickness of the toy stretching her ass.  But she wasn’t complaining about how she felt at all! 

 

“I think she likes it.”

 

Jane began to nibble at her clit whenever she parked the plug inside of Jessica in a way no man ever had tortured her before with his mouth.  Knowing exactly how to play with her hardened, exposed puffy piece.  Alternately licking and biting the pleasure point into a state of euphoria and to the precipice of her pain’s limits.  She felt relieved when the couple flipped her over onto her knees and began to take turns spanking her.  After finally cuffing Jessica’s hands together, behind her. 

 

This went on for almost an hour until Jessica could feel her ass relax around the plug and a different sensation began to build inside of her.  One that Jane knew all too well.  After being teased and pleasured.  Tortured and taken to the edge.  Nothing short of a good, vigorous fucking by Jerrod’s ten inches would sate her!  She was well past the point of taboo or concern and only wanted one thing.  And when the plug was released from her as, she just knew it would be next!  As long as she begged for it. 

 

“Can I have some more cock, sir.”

 

Words that usually got Jessica exactly what she wanted fell on deaf ears.  Until Jane answered. 

 

“You mean my cock?”

 

Jessica was so used to dominate men having their way with her.  It never occurred she would have to defer to a woman to sate her appetite.  But in her horny state?  Jessica didn’t hesitate to mirror the request to Jane.

 

“Mistress Jane.  Can I have some more cock please.”

 

Jane looked at the woman angrily now.  Her bare pussy pulsing inside of her firm body as she considered the request. 

 

“You haven’t even tasted my pussy yet.”

 

Pulling a chair from the corner of the room.  Jane sat down on the edge of it as she grabbed the slightly younger woman’s hair and pulled her face into her snatch. 

 

“You think I am going to let a bitch like you come in my house and take what’s mine?  And not be properly compensated for it?” 

 

Jane spread her legs wider as she pulled Jessica in closer.  Jumping as the desperate young woman darted her tongue into Jane as deeply and quickly as possible. 

 

“Just like a fucking Freshman.” 

 

Jerrod sat in a chair on the other end of them both.  And as Jessica’s round ass circled and full tits hung down?  He was playing with both as well as occasionally usingJessica’s own juices to keep her asshole moist and ready for his fingers to invade.  Mixed in with the occasional hard smack.  Jessica was beginning to enter into her own happy place.  Where pain and pleasure become one without any risk of thought interfering!  Her penance would be over soon.  And she could leave this all behind her?

 

“Fuck this murderous bitch like the dog she is baby.”

 

Jessica hadn’t heard every word clearly that night.  Especially with her ears pinned between or underneath one or the other of her host’s thighs!  But she knew that perhaps she was in real danger as she felt the knob of Jerrod’s bulging dick touch her anus and push right through any resistance.  Even as she screamed for him to stop. 

 

Jane had wrapped Jessica’s hair in her fist and lifted her head until the two women were face to face. 

 

“Did you really think I didn’t know who you are or what you did?”

 

Jerrod began to push harder and deeper into Jessica.  Causing twenty times the pain as the type she had enjoyed earlier in the evening.  When he was tightly inside of another of her orifices.  When he finally slammed himself as far as he could go Jessica began to drool from her mouth.  The pain was so exquisite! 

 

“It’s going to be a week before anything enters your pussy again. If even then.” Jane continued.

 

Slapping the woman across the face paled in comparison to the damage Jerrod was inflicting with each stroke!  Her body felt like it was being split in two!  Even if it did feel delicious to be in such exquisite pain!  As Jessica looked into her tormenters eyes, she could see her Jane’s father embedded in them.  Watching her shamelessly get fucked in the ass like the many times he had watched Jessica’s mother endure the same at the hands of a stranger.  And finally, she understood why.

 

“How did you know?”

 

As the words left her lips,  she at the same time realized the answer.  Her mother, Irene.  That weak bitch probably confided her feelings about what really happened to Ron to Jane!  And why wouldn’t she?  This was the most exquisite torture Jessica had ever experienced in her short but satisfying exploration of the BDSM world!  Her slut mother would probably say anything exposed to these two!

 

“Why did you do what you did?” Jane asked.

 

Jerrod was beginning to tire of holding back but, he knew he couldn’t let his wife down and cum in her yet.  She needed to be interrogated further.  And his black cock and the texts between them indicating that Jessica was a willing participant meant she couldn’t claim she was forced to do anything.  But once the sex ended?  Whatever else happened between the three of them would probably not be the consensual affairs the two of them customarily engaged in. 

 

“If you let Jerrod cum in me I will tell you everything.  Please, Mistress!  The pain is too much but, I can’t stop myself from cumming!”

 

“No.  You are fucking pathetic!  How did my father ever let his guard down with a pain slut like you.”

 

The feeling of pain had subsided so much Jessica began to push back onto the intruder in an attempt to massage his cum from him less willingly but, to no avail.  All she did accomplish was another Orgasm.  And a laugh from the two of them at her feeble attempt.

 

“I am my Mother’s daughter,”  Jessica replied. 

 

The fact Jessica was able to ascertain how she knew what Jane knew only made Jane more determined to coerce a full confession from her.  They both knew it was an admission of guilt and still, both weighed the option of ending this game and charade that consisted of two beautiful, naked white women and one extraordinary BBC was just as important as a dead man neither of the women really liked. 

 

“I will tell you but, not this way.  It’s too fucked up.”

 

Jane’s answer was short and to the point. 

 

“Suck his dick clean after he pulls it out of your dirty asshole.  Or we will have words.”

 

Jerrod came inside of her with a fury!  His balls.  Having been teased earlier erupted in a first spurt which was steady and thick.  Leaving the damaged orifice to marinate and repair itself immersed in his helpfully warm DNA package. 

 

Jerrod held off on his second spurt just long enough to shoot most of it into Jessica’s open, waiting mouth with the rest deposited onto her makeup.  And at that moment?  Jessica felt both exhilarated as well as Humiliated.  With streams of his love juice everywhere on her face and streaming down toward her naked tits as Jerrod used the spreader to flick Jane onto her back to admire his handy work before feeding his dick to her orally. 

 

“Oh…my..god.”

 

Licking and tasting herself on him as cum dripped down her otherwise beautiful face was so demeaning and fulfilling simultaneously, she almost came again!  The sensations of relief were flushing over her body as she framed what she was going to tell Jane next carefully in her head to the best of her abilities.  As any girl who experienced such a powerful series of Orgasms knows? Formulating thoughts was nearly an impossible task at the moment.  And only truth was possible.

 

“I left because Ron tried to take me on my 15th birthday.  He wanted to share me with his friends.  Like my mother”

 

Reaching her tongue down onto Jerrod’s semi-soaked balls and past them onto her perineum.  Jessica could feel no inhibitions holding her back.  No boundaries or Taboos were too dark to explore.  Her tongue reached his hole and began to lovingly lick him hard again as Jane watched.  Still shocked at what she had said. 

 

Jerrod sat down and opened his legs wide to allow the young slut’s tongue access to him.   His flaccid cock slowly stiffening on top of her head as his wife watched.  Silent for the first time.  Was it true?  Could it be possible that the man who had given her life and left her so much money she didn’t need her famous husband at all.  Who encouraged and raised her to be tough and strong.   Was a predator?  She had read his journals but thought them to be so much fiction more than fact.  And had come to the position he would never do to her what was in his journal.  Just the depraved musings of a sexual man.  But Jane knew he was capable of what Jessica claimed and much more.  And she knew in her heart if he had planned it?  Ron wouldn’t have stopped until it was finished.  Jane had never considered Jessica had a reason to do what she did.  Survival.

Jane knew the rest.  The way, he treated Irene and disrespected her husband in his own home on many occasions.  The multiple arranged gang bangs and his sadomasochistic tendencies towards Irene as well as other well-heeled women in their community.  They were all consenting adults and willing participants.  She had resolved already in her mind that he was a deviant and to some, a monster.  For as many women and men sought him out?  He had destroyed five times as many by connection.  Looking at Jessica, she realized that her Father had raised her somewhat to be this way.  Like Jane.  And both women just wanted to be free of him forever.

 

As Jessica completed her thorough cleansing of Jarrod’s hole and began to slide her mouth over his now hardened cock.  Her thoughts of what would happen to her next no longer mattered.  She was free for the first time of the secret.  And if she was never going to leave this room?  Neither would her truth unless Jane decided to carry it with her.  Her childhood had been cut short, and Jessica had lived so much there was nothing she was afraid of in this world or the next.  She only cared for the moment. 

 

“Mistress Jane I am ready for anything you to exact any punishment you see fit.  Including calling the authorities and admitting what I did.  But I need you to understand what your father made me first.”

 

Jane walked over to Jessica and pulled her by the hair off of her husband.  The combination of lust and terror inside of Jessica’s eyes made Jane feel powerful.  But the woman’s sickening display of sluttiness somewhat repulsed as much as excited Jane!  She slapped the engorged tits aiming directly for the nipples and watched as Jessica shook and quivered in response.  So she slapped them again.  And again.  And again until the weight of Jessica’s body was being held up strictly by Jane’s own hand and a head of hair.    

 

“You really don’t care if you live or die do you?  As long as it hurts a little?”  Jane asked.

 

“No Mistress.  I don’t anymore.”  Jessica sadly replied.

 

It was the truth.  In all of the ways, Jessica had been molded and sculpted over the years to be something different than what she had circled back to.  A more reserved version of her own Mother.  Despite the men in her Family’s attempts.  First, by her Father.  Then her Grandfather.  She was doomed to never escape from what her mother Irene and Jane’s father, Ron, had made her witness.  It was a reverse Clockwork Orange.  With the images of men with her Mother becoming more appealing to her subconscious mind over time.  She was being primed her to replace her Mother as his plaything.  Or maybe to join her.  Either way?  Jane recognized that her father had painted Jessica into a corner that eventually she wouldn’t escape. 

 

Eventually, Jessica would have probably ended up being someone’s slut.  Considering her Mother’s hyper-sexual genes the right man would have pulled it out of her like Jerrod had Jane.  But Ron,  Jane’s Father had been psychologically priming her with charms even fully grown women couldn’t resist.  How else could she end up like this?   Tits up in the air and legs spread wide for access.  Wanting to please a stranger as penance is if that was ost of what Jessica had to offer.  It was in Jessica’s panting weakness that Jane felt an emotion she rarely did.  Compassion. 

 

Jarrod looked directly into his wife’s eyes and knew what she was thinking.  Which only made him love her more.  The anger she had felt was no longer justified.  They both knew what her Father was capable of and surmised that had Jessica not acted?  Eventually, Ron would have controlled and destroyed Jessica’s entire life.  To do Jessica harm out of anger would make her no different than him and that was not what Jane or her marriage was about.  Jane knew to keep Jessica against her will would be an act of contrition that was not justified by the circumstance.  Even if Jessica would enjoy it. 

 

“Fuck!”

 

The word was screamed at the top of Jane’s lungs, and she released the woman from her grip.  Allowing Jessica’s face to hit the carpeted floor with a thud.  As her hands were unable to break her fall due to them being fastened behind her back.  Jarrod stood up and immediately went to hug his now sobbing wife as Jessica felt the flush of pain across the side of her face from the fall.  Jessica’s admission had brought a halt to their session with a reality bomb.  And Jane needed to process her motives for being there. 

“I’m sorry.” 

 

Jane released her embrace from her husband and leaned in front of her once more.  Looking deep into Jessica’s eyes once more.  What she saw was not an evil, twisted murderer.  But a kindred spirit and fellow survivor.  They were both in many ways, raised by the same man.  And both had somehow, escaped his clutches only to be brought together now.  A part of Ron lived inside of them both, and it was deviant and somewhat sadistic.  But, it wasn’t in control of either of them anymore.  As Jane kissed her newfound sister gently on the lips this time, she knew she had no choice other than to forgive her.  They needed each other now more than ever.      

 

DOMINOS 5/STRINGS ATTACHED

Posted on by Xavier

 

 

Fred walked into his Downtown Office.  Sitting down in his King’s Chair waiting for the Markets to open.  It was only six thirty in the morning, and he wasn’t alone.  His Executive Assistant was there with him posted up at the receptionist desk.  Waiting for him with a smile on her face, as requested.  A smile that was returned daily by a lecherous sneer from him. 

 

She had been in her new position for about three months already.  Top twenty percent of her class at Wharton.  A certified genius hassled only by a mountain of debt due in no small part to a shopping addiction that offset her intelligence equally.  The six-figure salary wasn’t enough to afford the luxury amenities of her colleagues anyway so being at the office 12 hours a day worked perfectly for now.  Even the menial task of making sure his coffee was perfect wasn’t as much of an insult to a woman of her stature.  He was, after all, the biggest boss and landing that job was a coup.

 

Fred had been impressed with her resume and work experience.  Legal Degree and more recently M.A. from Wharton.  Fred was even more impressed with Gina herself.  Five foot 6 inches with a twenty-three-inch waist.  What were at least full C cup breasts in a dress just long enough and tight enough to fit her voluptuous, brown body!  She had worn Louboutin’s that were possibly a bit too inappropriate for the culture at the convention when they first met.  Where he was the keynote speaker.  And by the way, she carried herself, he knew she had walked in the Front Door and not a side entrance.  He confidence told everyone that Gina belonged.

 

Gauging her reaction against Men he knew would have a problem with her very presence even before hearing her speak.  Assessing how she handled them from across the room and reading her body language.  Fred was getting excited to meet her.  The Conservative businessman that he was didn’t show a tell above his belt buckle in the crowded room.  And by the time she had worked around to him?  The erection subsided thanks to innocuous small talk and thoughts of how his wife ignored him the morning before Fred caught his flight.  As usual.  He was almost angry as he turned to respond to her tap on his shoulder.  Anger that dissipated within a glance.

 

Fred had listened to her pitch to work for him while reading the accomplishments on her Resume.  She was smart.  Charming.  Articulate.  And at the same time to him?  Something else.  Shuffling his feet in a circular motion as Gina spoke Fred had subtly dispersed those standing immediately to his left.  And Gina’s insistence on maintaining Fred’s attention?  Dispatched those on his immediate right.  Until they were alone in a filled room.  Her, facing the others in the room.  And him?  Facing only her.   Though he had barely said a word.

 

“Look at me.  Eye to eye.”

 

Grasping her left forearm above the wrist.  Fred leaned into the shorter woman and unlike most men? Never diverted his eyes from hers.  Maybe it was her mouth that he glanced at. Perhaps the totality of her face.  But he wasn’t being moved or controlled by sex she thought.  Or at least showing it. 

 

“What do you want to do with your life?”

 

Fred had learned this technique from his Father.  Establish dominance immediately.  Control your surroundings.  Press and apply the pressure.  Ask for the impossible question and wait for the impossible answer.

 

“The same thing you want to do with yours.”

 

Fred looked for weakness or emotion in her response at the time.  But her facial expressions wouldn’t betray her.  If Fred saw anything?  It was deep inside of her eyes, and it was empty space.  Inviting twins of his own but, less barren.  Was it passion?  His slacks which began to grow the moment he grasped her arm.  Electric to the touch of her.  His first thought was correct.  He had to possess her.

 

“How many Resumes did you hand out today?”  Fred asked.

 

“Five, so far.” 

 

“Let me hold your folder for you a minute.”

 

Taking her folder into his hand.  Fred released her arm from his grasp.

 

“You’re hired. As long as you go collect those Resumes and bring them back to me within five minutes.” 

 

”What?”

 

The surprised look on her face was exactly what Fred wanted to see.  He sensed a tinge of joy in her voice and thought again about his request.  Knowing he didn’t want anyone to change their mind and pounce as he had.  Fred changed his tone immediately.

“Just messing with ya.  Not about being hired!  The Resumes.  I expect to see you in the Main Office in two weeks.”

 

And with that.  Fred exited the room before he lost the edge. 

 

Human Resources set Gina up with Relocation Services who arranged a nearby Luxury Apartment amongst other things.  175 plus expenses and a 3-day work week in Office that started at 6 AM.  She would work directly underneath Fred and answer to no one else.  Not even the Department Heads or Vice-Presidents.  Especially not the Members of the Board.  And if they weren’t apart of the Corporate family?  She was to divert.  Build her own team Fred could Trust to only answer to him or her.    

  

Gina had done her job.  Adjusting up his Corporate strategy flawlessly for three months as if they immediately became business symbiotic.  Together implementing improvements that helped the Company Portfolio climb 1 percent in the last quarter.  While others lost money?  Fred made a little.  Not much compared to when things were great?  But enough to show him he had made the right decision.  Because as much as it was always about the numbers for him.  Fred had plans.

 

Big plans.  But what was needed someone smart enough overseas to head up the Asian Liaison Office.  A woman was a perfect choice for Asia.  The Operation wasn’t huge, or on the scope with other regions so, there was little chance for failure.  And there was the chance to have Gina as his lover. 

 

She was shaped like the girls he often hired while away on business trips.  Especially one night in New Orleans right after he was married.  He had paid double to have his way with that one!  This one?  She was going to have shown him how bad she wanted the job.

 

At twenty-nine years old Gina was a bit older than his usual conquests.  But those women were Professionals of a different sort.  Her resume was completing Undergraduate at 17.  Georgetown Law.  Time spent as a Paralegal followed by a few more as an attorney.  And more recently?  A pivot and Masters from Wharton.  Had her new husband not died suddenly she would be making Babies somewhere instead of rebranding her life and career.    

 

For her?  The position meant more than others who wanted plain old success and Titles.  She needed a purpose.  A reason.  Having lost so much recently.  Her best friend.  Her Lover.  Her way.   Only to find herself once again immersed in a job and work.  This time much different than the legal arguments and tedious Corporate protection racket.  But still. The same.  Cumming full circle.  It was almost as if she was running on automatic.  Pressing one button or another to free her limbs to continue.  A life that lacked purpose?  Lacks passion.

 

She once used to cream her panties at the most simple delights of the world.  A mangled paper clip adeptly distorted into a clitoral stimulant.  A man with a trouser snake that made her wonder about his size.  Conversations with women she worked with she knew had sexual attractions and desires towards her.  How easy it used to be.  And she would dominate them all.  By either suppression?  Or submission.  Before Love.  The man who tamed her soul along with her body was gone now so young!  An unreasonable blip of happiness, gone.  And all reasons to remain?  Buried with him.  The attraction to her now Boss Fred the moment that they met had been the only brief feeling of life since.   As slowly, Gina returned to being herself.

 

His sneer this morning she knew was mixed with necessity and depravity.  And for the first time in years, Gina felt something in her reborn virginal vessel.  A familiar twinge of expectation. 

 

She no longer masturbated in Bathroom stalls.  Or placed objects from the sex store inside of her daily to help her Brilliant mind focus.  These were objects of a tainted youth subjected.  She had done those Taboo things other girls would only dream and fantasize about.  Given it all up for one man she loved just to watch him quickly wither and die.  And come out of it all, a new Gina.  Stronger than the last but, absent of any joy.  Cumming was no longer a necessity.  Hiding in plain sight, was. 

 

“You never talk about your personal life.”

 

Standing in the entrance between the two rooms.  Fred startled Gina with his voice proximity. Usually, she was at the ready with answers to any questions he may have.  But the momentary pause was enough for Fred to know she wasn’t going to answer directly what he already knew by now.  She was a tragic story. 

 

“It’s because it isn’t what you pay me for.  It’s inappropriate.”

 

Fred moved to the inside of what was their personal Private sanctum.  Everything that was available to him within the walls of that single floor?  Was open to her as well.  Her station was temporary.  Until the Full-Time Receptionist and Fred’s actual fuck toy, Jessica came in at 11.  A relationship Gina guessed at but, never cared to confirm. 

 

“Well, I imagine it’s time then.  I want you to come to have dinner with my wife tonight and me.  Around 9.  She wants to meet you and so do I.  No date.  Just you.”

 

Fred retreated back into his office as quickly as he started speaking.  Leaving Gina to her tasks and her thoughts.  He wasn’t going to try to sleep with her with his wife there so, that was a relief?  And since she wasn’t scheduled to be in the office the next morning?  She didn’t have to wake up early, so there was no excuse.  As if there could ever be one for the CEO’s personal invite.

 

Arriving at the Manhattan apartment the Connors used as a personal residence while in town.  Gina was immediately directed to a Private elevator on the side of the Building by the Front Desk Clerk.  The elevator had one destination and opened up into a beautiful space!  The glass windows.  Two of them turned to the side to allow the night air in.  And Fred.  On the balcony.  Holding two glasses.

 

“Come in.”

 

Gina had endured many courtships in her jaded past.  Mostly crude come-ons and direct suggestions from aggressive.  Mostly older men who guessed her true nature.  And at that time?  It wasn’t hard to tell since in most of those instances?  She had been the passive aggressor.  Being wooed with kindness was not what she was accustomed to or even previously had preferred.  But she knew there would be no wife or third glass to fill instantaneously.  And Gina was relieved at the thought. 

 

Her attire was a business suit.  Her usual these days with one exception.  Gina had found her last set of sexy lingerie and was wearing it beneath her suit.  Garters and a push-up bra and a singular piece of black thong underwear which she hadn’t worn since the week before her Husband’s diagnosis and surprisingly quick demise.  It wasn’t a conscious choice for her.  But one she wore comfortably.  Placing her purse on the table by the couch.  Gina confidently strode outside to the patio.  Where a table and her Boss waited.

 

“No wife?”  she asked.

 

“No witnesses.”

 

Fred replied while passing her a glass of Champagne along with his usual sneered greeting. 

 

“I wanted to get to know the real you.  Without pretenses.  So tonight?  I am not your Boss.  I am your friend.”

 

“Well, that is pretty hard to imagine.  Considering you are still, my Boss.”

 

Did he think it was going to be easy?  That she would seize the opportunity to cement her position with her body?  Gina was flattered, of course.  And for the first time since she could remember even a bit horny at the coming proposition.  But she understood their dynamic and had promised herself to never be one of “those girls” who slept their way to the top!  Even if she was attracted to him.

 

“You’re right.  Which is why we are celebrating your promotion to Head of the Asian Division.”

 

Gina’s face lit up.  She knew what was being planned in that area and had been compiling Data for the job search.  At Fred’s request.  Giving opinions on what would be needed there to succeed.  And had just begun compiling a list of qualified candidates.  She knew how important this was to him and, the Corporation.  But she didn’t think she was under consideration!  She ran out and gave Fred a big hug!  Dropping all professional pretense for the moment and for the first time in two years, allowing herself to be happy! 

 

Her breasts instantly perked up with the first close human contact in years!  And instinctively she turned her face up and kissed her boss passionately!  Surprising Fred immediately.  After releasing the kiss awkwardly, she stepped back.

 

“Talk about inappropriate.”

 

Fred sneered as he pulled back her chair to sit in the night air.

 

“Sit.”

 

Gina wasn’t accustomed to being uncomfortable.  It had been a long time since a man hadn’t responded to her advances by reciprocating.  But it had been a long time since she had been so direct with one as well.  What she wanted was confused by the setting and circumstance as well as her own reaction which she knew wasn’t solely about a promotion. 

 

Fred began to talk about when they first met and the sense he had about her.  How he had watched her closely since, to make sure she would be right for the post.  The way he accentuated the word.  Post.  Gina heard every word and answered the way she knew he wanted her to since she was being given more than directives.  This job was more than that.  It was a purpose.   She found her mind wandering into her past.  Delving into the part of her brain that had been shut off due to circumstance.  It was as if fires were being relit inside of her. 

 

“All three points of action.”

 

The words whispered came out naturally.  As the nubs of Gina’s nipples pressed her smart blouse and sleek garments that slipped across the body’s most sensitive spots.  The conservative cut still maintained her outward appearance of modesty But inside?  Her clitoris began to throb at the inflections of his voice.  The moistness of his lips.  And of course, the small bulge that began to grow inside of his trousers as their chemistry began to bubble.  It was the slow acting yet powerful chemical formula between them causing the natural reactions she once took for granted.   Horniness.

 

“In a manner of speaking.  Yes.  We seem to be simpatico on this.” 

 

“Oh yes, we are.  May I use the ladies room?”

 

“Of course.  Down the hallway to the left.”

 

Gina couldn’t take it anymore!  The meal had been delicious, and the conversation was definitely favorable.  She would be leaving in five days and would not be required to come to the Office until then.  Her routine.  The thing she had just became comfortable with.  Was going away as quickly as she had secured it.  Another surprise of life.  And on top of that?  She was alive!  Feeling again as she always had.  Horny at the simple breeze of wind she couldn’t feel through her rough suits of armor.  Having gotten everything that she wanted professionally wasn’t enough to fill the void.  She needed more. 

 

As she took off her suit in the confines of Fred’s bathroom and replaced the high-heels on her feet.  Gina knew no wasn’t going to be an acceptable answer.  The garters she wore seemed planned, but she didn’t care what Fred thought now.  Gina knew he was never supposed to see them.  But also knew she wanted him to see them now!

 

As she opened the door leading into the hallway, she was startled herself.  Fred stood leaning on the wall down the hall.  He was unbuttoning his shirt carefully as Gina began walking towards him step after step.  Until they stood face to face.  There was nothing else to talk about.  No more necessary pretenses to hold onto.  Just them.   

 

“I’ve wanted to see you like this since we first met.”

 

His hands wandered from her ears.  To her mouth and the left side of her face.  Her neck which he grasped tightly.  Causing her body to arch forward towards him.  A natural state of submission towards him.  As his other hand began to explore her body. 

 

Her tits.  Nipples one at a time tweaked and squeezed as Gina began to cream her panty line a bit.  She hadn’t dared to touch herself at all when she had the chance.  Fearing she may be in their longer exploring her other long-lost lover.  Herself.  The sensations and enticing opportunity to play with her mound had been conquered by thoughts of this moment.  When he would finally show her what being the boss was all about! 

 

As Fred’s hand rolled the tiny piece of string across her lips.  His mouth engaged hers in an intense mixture of wills.  His to dominate her.  And hers to be with someone worthy.  His middle finger rhythmically pounding her reborn virgin pussy without direction or need for instruction until her legs became too fragile to stand on!  They were only being propped by the upward momentum of his thrusting hand and the firm grip of his hand on her neck!

 

Gina could feel the restrictive pull of air as gravity dropped her weight down onto two unsure sticks.  And her desire to give in further.  To submit to a man felt in the moment to have never been greater!  It was the timing and unfamiliarity of what was once familiar.  Hardened nipples and a drenched pussy not fingered in so long!  So long she forgot the circumstance. 

 

But Fred knew.  He had an investigator look into her past and knew all about her youthful experimentations that lasted well past the stage of curiosity!  Gina was perfect for what he desired.  Another mate but this one?  Under his control.  As he deftly maneuvered a second digit into her warmth, Fred felt himself grow bold that he possessed her now.  And sure that he would thoroughly enjoy his new toy!

 

Fred took his hand from between Gina’s legs and wrapped it around her waist.  Holding her up and into him by cupping her ass cheek by the dimple.  Gina’s breathing became steady and robust instead of the frantic and erratic breaths of air that had accompanied her orgasmic bliss.  Even as her heart was still racing with excitement!

 

Pulling her full face around Gina could feel his four fingers tingling and caressing her moist inner fold.  Arching her toes up with each touch before Gina realized her legs being off of the floor!  Swiveling her around till she sat on the edge of the bed.  Gina’s hands reached out for his buckle only to be grabbed and encased in Fred’s own.  Redirecting them to the space in between her own thighs.

 

“I want to see you touch yourself first.”

 

Four hands rubbed up and down her slit.  20 fingers she felt one at a time in her mind as her senses worked in overdrive and Gina’s memories followed.  She was with her first lover.  He was letting his girlfriend tease her like it happened back then.  As Fred removed her hand and Gina squeezed at the nub of her clitoris.  Imitating what that woman had done to her that day while her Lover bound her arms behind her back, Gina came the same way she had that day.  And transformed as she was,  Licked her lips for the taste of pussy that followed before her head had been thrust forward onto his cock!  Fred’s cock which was now standing before her tall and strong.  Until Gina fixed her lips to the prize!

 

She was in a trance as she held her own hands clasped behind her back as if they were bound together.  Lips full and moist.  Working their way from the top to the bottom of his manhood with a rhythmic pulse and artistic grace.  Fred was used to professionals.  Women who would stroke him with the primary purpose of fast money.  Not because they wanted to! 

 

“Can I rub my pussy boss?”

 

He wanted to say yes.  Wanted to cum with his 8 inches as deep down Gina’s throat as possible.  Causing her to cough and gag on his seed as soon as possible!  Opening his eyes and seeing her beautiful mouth and occasional tongue lick and drive him as close to the edge as anything.  Begging for his permission.  She easily could have delved into her puffy slick snatch on her own, but she wanted him to understand his control over her was complete.  She was now his responsibility. 

 

“Turn over.” 

 

His voice was strong and sure.  But what he was asking for?  Gina wished he would have waited longer to take!  Her ass sat high in the air.  Face, in the middle of a plush pillow, left strategically in the middle of the bed.  Out of her fantasy now.  Gina wondered what he would do with her next.  Hoping it would be enough to satisfy the lustful urges he had unleashed in Gina that had been safely bottled up inside.  Gina couldn’t take disappointment.

 

If Fred were to put his cock in her now, she would cum?  Sure.  But he would be no different than any other man.  Maybe one with a black girl fetish which would make Gina sick to her stomach.  Before she came thinking of being used in that way.  She could never work for him after that happened.  After she had welcomed his dick into her mouth with such warm, loving kisses and greetings!  It would show he didn’t appreciate her quality at all!  Because all he wanted from her was a raw fuck! 

 

She needed for him.  For anyone to see her for what she was inside.  She needed to be loved.    

 

Feeling the cuffs being fastened around her ankles, she quickly attempted to pull her legs closed behind her!  Fred roughly inserted two fingers into her still wet snatch.  Rubbing her G-Spot and coaxing Gina’s moans into the air before quickly removing them and injecting the longest into her ass!  The shock cause Gina to spike and shoot out of her hole her happiness that Fred indeed did know what she needed!  Removing his finger and beginning a slow, steady spanking with what had to be a riding crop!  But Gina couldn’t tell for sure with her face biting the pillow as she enjoyed the exquisite release of her Boss steady paddling! 

 

“Tell me where you want me.”

 

“In my pussy, Sir?”

 

Thwack.  Thwack.  Thwack.

 

The sound reverberated at least 5 more times before he stopped to put his fingers back inside of her. Straying to squeeze her clitoris before crudely sticking his arms between her prone thighs to wrestle each nipple one at a time.  As she struggled to deal with the sensation of exquisite pain coming off her brown bottom, tanned red. 

 

“I am going to ask you again and you better not lie to me.  Where do you want me?”

 

Gina thought for a minute about her Husband.  Gone forever from this place and unable to protect her now.  Her pussy sat throbbing under the touch of another man.  Without his permission or supervision.  He never even knew Fred and could never approve!  It was the end of an Era as her mouth watered and voice began to speak. 

 

“I want you to put it in my ass.”

 

Dropping his riding crop, Fred began to move into Gina’s world.  Slowly massaging her snug pussy hole until he felt it.  Could feel her.  Pulling him deeper.  And deeper inside of her body until he was pressed against her welted ass.  Skin to skin causing Gina to tear herself away upon impact.  Only to be pulled back roughly onto him!  Her neglected womb seeping over Fred.  His stroking became as long as they both allowed and his thumb.  Moistened by Gina’s own body.  Stayed stationary in its place.  Waiting for the second shift.  Which wouldn’t be long.

 

They knew what the other wanted and needed. 

 

Gina could never go back.  Never relive her youthful days of sex without consequence.  Give in entirely to a man or a couple and live their dream.  She was too good for that now.  And probably, too good for it then. 

 

And she would never find anyone that loved her like him.  Understood her desire for pain and pleasure so completely that she couldn’t tell where one began and the other ended!  Luke was gone.  She could never hope to find a lover and a Master in one person again.  But she couldn’t change who she was either. 

 

If she was going to live?  She needed this.  The feeling of blood running through her body.  Rushing to soothe the pain.  Her nipples pushed outward into the air.  Hormones racing through her loins.  Ass throbbing.      

 

As Fred placed himself on her, he could hear her voice. 

 

“Four points.”

 

Her voice began to trail off as the fleshy cone made its entrance.  Her body ached instantly.  Than arched back into his hips for more.  More.  Until her ass was filled and there as nothing between them! 

 

“I belong to you now?”

 

Her moans of ecstasy filling the room as the pain of the moment attacked her senses!  Tears of joy and pain falling from her eyes like always.  Wishing he was here but knowing that door was closed as soon as Fred had opened it again. 

 

“Yes.  Your ass is mine now, so you belong to me.”

 

Encouraged by the moans of his Asian Director which Fred took as proof he was telling the truth.  Fred began to cum.  What fun could he have with more time with this Ebony Goddess!  Looking at her ass coated with his seed he wondered if this was how his wife felt about Jerrod.  Seeing juices coating his cock.  Her white skin against his dark.  Like his white against Gina now. 

 

“You need to go soon.”

 

Fred became cold in an instant. 

 

“I wish I could fuck you more but, some of us have to work tomorrow.”

 

Gina kept her head down in the pillow.  Tears across her face from the rude intrusion of her Boss.  She felt low.  Used.  And didn’t know exactly what to say next having been in this position?  But never in THIS position.  She started to lift her battered body up though all she wanted to do was fall forward and go to sleep!  It had been two years since she had even masturbated!  Having used the power of her mind and the extra boost of having lost Luke to focus her mind.  Her pussy had been assaulted.  Ass taken.  And she was still quietly, cumming from the spanking she had endured!  Gina knew she had to leave but, she just didn’t want to yet! 

 

“But since you belong to me…..”

 

Gina felt the vibrator being twisted inside of her.  It was small but when turned up?  Very powerful!  Reaching between her legs, Fred grasped her hands and placed them on the device. 

 

“Hold this.”

 

Gina could feel the sensations welling up inside of her and before long?  Forgot Fred was even in the room!  She could manipulate the settings and pull it out.  The tip was extremely powerful, so Gina began rubbing it across her clitoris for a while until she came to a crashing orgasm and dropped the device!  Her legs still bound and having forgotten Fred was even there!  Which he was.  Filming.

 

“Cut.”

 

Her eyes looked up into the camera, but all she could manage was a smile.

 

“Just a little insurance in case you change your mind and story.  But don’t worry.  No one will ever see this.”

 

Gina smiled at the thought of how much money the recording could be worth in the future and had to ask.

 

“Could you whip my ass one more time please, Boss?”

 

Gina left the apartment an hour later and did as she was told.  Straight home and to the shower.  Toy inserted at precisely 12 am.  Streaming live to her Boss at 12:01.

 

At that time Fred sat with his attorney in the loft office.  Taking turns buzzing the toy periodically and asking her to utilize the bag of goodies he had provided for her at the door.  As the men drank red wine and watched the performance on the big screencast.

 

“My new head of the Asian Department.  Smart as shit.  And as delicious as Pink Berry.  Don’t you think we are covered in case of a Lawsuit?”

 

“This would ruin anyone’s career.  When can I try her?” his Lawyer Bob asked.

 

“She’s not that whore from Marketing Bob.  She’s a Lady.  I’m not passing this one around.  I’m grooming her.”

 

“Grooming!  You’re fucking kidding right?”

 

“Bob.  Are you second guessing me?”  Fred asked quizzically.

 

“No.  It’s just she’s…..”

 

“Goodnight Bob.  Thanks for stopping by.”

 

Fred stood and took the man’s glass and walked him towards the elevator.  Knowing the mistake, he had made Bob immediately began to backtrack.  Fred just listened and nodded until the man was inside the doors. 

 

“Make sure you kiss that pretty wife of yours for me, Bob.  Will Ya?”

 

As the doors closed, Fred returned to the study.  Where he saw Gina twisting a paper clip.  He looked at his phone and pulled up a contact marked Bob’s wife.  It had a photo of the blonde woman with a black cock in her mouth.  A souvenir from her last year’s Christmas party sent to him by the owner of the cock and her colleague.  Fred sent the text with the picture attached to the wife with Gina’s address and instructions to help her pack.  He wondered how Bob would feel if he found out about his own wife?  And told her to do as Gina told her or, he would. 

DOMINOS 3/MAKING JERROD POPE

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As Jerrod began to pick up his pace.  Slamming his glistening tool in and out of the pink hole encased in alabaster.  He felt nothing except a familiar feeling of dominance that he was accustomed to in most areas of his life.  And he knew it would take a lot more from this particular fan to make him cum.  He needed his imagination.  Increasing his pace and the power of his thrusts was nothing more than his own sadistic way of killing a Saturday night on the road.  And adding to the family legacy.

Pussy was Easy.  For as long as Jerrod could remember women threw themselves at him.  Young.  Old.  Older.  Black.  White.  Hispanic.  Indian.  Asian.  He loved Asians and their tiny pussies as well as any woman he deemed exotic.  Classics like blonde hair and blue eyes too.  All because on the Baseball Diamond Jerrod was the man.  Pussy came easy.  He was a Pitcher.  But everywhere else?  The Pope’s were known as great Batsman.

His father was like him, a connoisseur of the feminine mystique.  Picking up women seemed effortless for Jerrod Sr.  And he lived to impress his young, suggestible son in hopes he would follow in his footsteps one day.  Adopt his philosophies about women and relationships and, build upon them.  Being a stud meant he was setting a positive example for his boy.  And nothing was more important than that.

 Mom was the Sexually liberated Black Queen.  She traveled a lot on “business trips,” but as much as Jerrod knew, Dad made all of the money.  Their relationship was based on mutual trust, and when he was old enough, his parents sat him down and told Jerrod the truth.  Especially since one day, the truth could possibly come out another way.  She was a Dominatrix.  A well-paid one for rich and powerful mostly white men.  Though it may not have been a conventional marriage or upbringing?  It worked out over the years for the three of them.  Especially considering their white bred surroundings.

The “Fan ass” was white as a sheet of paper and reminded him of a College sweetheart.  Even if considering the bulk of their relations as “sweet” was quite a stretch!  They were more like this.  Gag in mouth.  Ass in the air and legs spread wide by various means ranging from being tied to the posts to held by her own hands!  And the way her tits and especially nipples grazed the bed while she leaned forward on her elbows!  Defying gravity just enough thanks to the miracle of youth!  But too large to resist it’s call entirely.  Jerrod’s imagination was working too well now as he felt a spurt of pre-cum bathe the inside of her pussy as he began to pull out of her slowly again.  Better to think about other things. 

Growing up in the Suburbs did have drawbacks.  Grass fields and quiet streets can be dangerous for a lone black teen to move around safely.  The Private Harbor School though was full of already rich kids and, their sexually curious offspring.  And more importantly, provided door-to-door transportation.  Some of the students and teachers were less familiar with the intimacies of Interracial culture than sex but, they tried to bridge the gap amicably.  Since Jerrod was well-off and going to make millions throwing a Baseball he fit in easily with his well to do classmates.  Fucking his way through his Senior year like a normal kid after breaking up with Jessica.  His first official girlfriend.  

Jerrod was a combination of both parents.  The metal stirrups the Fan Ass had agreed to wear locked her thighs a certain width apart.  It was the way that Mother treated most of her sexual subjects who liked to be used or punished for their evil deeds.  Jerrod used them as a promise.  Any woman who wanted a night with the All-Star stood no chance to back out once they were affixed to her body.  She was to be a vessel in which his oversized cock would play until he was tired of them.  There was no such thing as quitting Jerrod.

There was a pre-sexual consent form they had to sign before entering the hotel room.  Agreeing to sexual servitude for the evening from the women so he could have his way.  The one safeguarding indemnity from pregnancy and subsequent responsibility.  As well as the Morning after pill, he provided each woman before she would leave in the morning after “properly” thanking him with her mouth.  All in black and white to protect the Pope Brand.  And that thinking definitely came from his Father.

Jerrod began to assault the Fan’s ass with his thumb.  Lubricating the digit with the woman’s own juices before pushing it slowly and ever deeper into her body until she gushed her pleasure all over his pumping dick!  If the convulsions of her twat massaging his pole didn’t make enough of an impression?  His cock would be next!  He might allow her the chance to beg him to spare her usually tiny hole while reminding his victims of the release they had signed by promising to suck him to completion first.  Which Jerrod loved even more since degradation was a large part of what turned him on!  He MADE women get in touch with their inner whore.  And then he made love to her in the way she now wanted.  Sensual Lovemaking was reserved for his wife only.  She was his only equal in his mind. 

As the woman came, Jerrod could feel her walls convulsing around him in a vain attempt to move his juices into her impaled womb.  He smiled proudly into the mirrored reflection as the woman’s head shook in defiance while her legs attempted to swing their way free from their metal bonds, to no avail!  Had she been free?  She may have closed her legs and tried to push him out of her warmth to recover.  But unable to find the superhuman strength required?  All she could do was squeal in ecstasy while the players next door clapped their applause at another successful “piping.”  Wondering where he got the energy after pitching a complete game shutout!  But Jerrod was in a zone and reminiscing on his College days and the woman she resembled most.

The pretty brunette named Janice.  A social-climbing.  Money hungry white girl from the deep South with large tits and firm and hard, round ass that was a bit small for Jerrod’s taste.   She had come to one of the Baseball team’s parties wearing an attitude and a cutoff rebel flag T-shirt and was pinned by the shortstop Shorty.  His roommate and someone Jerrod didn’t entirely trust as much as he tolerated.  

It was the shortstop’s idea to flaunt the young racist in front of his Roomie.  After seeing all the girls.  White, black, and others come in and out of their dorm room.  Shorty wanted to send Jerrod a message!  He didn’t mind him fornicating with his own kind.  But mixing the way he was taught was against the will of God.  There are some white girls you can’t touch!  Janice was the perfect example of Southern belle.

Her background and the County in Tennessee she hailed from was rumored to lynch race mixers.  And she expressed in passing conversation her disdain for minorities readily.  Even going so far as to express she would NEVER have sex with an n-word!  And as a matter of fact?  Any other white man to her was better than Jerrod!  Even if he was going to be rich.  She made sure Shorty knew in her eyes?  He was nothing compared to him.  And she would be more than willing to let him know IF, he ever tried anything.   

One night Janice waited in the Baseball dorm room for Shorty to get out of a late tutoring session, having been let in by one of the other players.  Jerrod walked out of the shower and into the room.  Removing his towel to wipe his eyes as soon as the door closed behind him and never noticing the young racist sitting in the corner speechless.     

Jerrod had grown as a 19-year-old Freshman from a lanky. 6’1 185 lbs to a 6’3. 210 lb man as a Sophomore who now threw close to 100 mph!  His dick was an almost obscene 10 inches and nearly as thick as a bottle of beer!  Janice sat in the desk chair near the window mesmerized by his body!  The thick, rippling abdominals with an extra set shorty didn’t have.  The way his dick lay limp against his leg like a club soft but, more significant than Shorty at full salute!  She wanted to speak or run out of the room but, her legs didn’t quite work at the moment.  All she could do was stare intently at the biggest cock she had ever seen and wished she was invisible.    

“Jerrod.”

Jerrod jumped back once he realized he wasn’t alone.  Noticing the big-titted visitor sitting there transfixed.  Nipples are poking out through her usual rebel garb with a flushed face accompanying her open mouth.  Jerrod had seen that look before. 

“You fucking groupie ass white girls need to cut this shit out.  Get the fuck out!”

“What?” she barely voiced.

Janice registered the fact not only had she never been alone with Jerrod until now being a Good Southern girl that she was.  But in looking at his body, she began to wonder why!  She was turned on, and men didn’t usually give her this reaction!  The heightened moistness between her legs.  Increased body temperature.  Was she having a hot flash?  She never felt this way when Shorty clumsily thumbed his way across her body!  And she wondered when he would walk in?

“I don’t fuck racist bitches so, get the fuck out before I call security.  You can sit on the floor in the Hallway and wait for him.”

As Jerrod stared at her speechlessness.  He never attempted to cover himself once!  Shorty bragged about her pretty face and voluptuous white body Jerrod could never have because she “Doesn’t do Brothers.”  And he noticed her eyes never once looked up at his face.  Instead, she sat there staring directly into his dick!  His cock began to stir a bit at the thought of her stuttering mouth wrapped around his black cock and how nice it would be to teach Shorty a lesson.  There is no such thing as an untouchable pussy for Jerrod Pope!  And her state of indecision gave him confidence that perhaps Janice was reconsidering herself! 

Reaching for his cell on the bed, Jerrod decided to see how far he could take it.  Quickly, he took her picture and began to dial.

“You trying to get me in trouble?  Sneaking in here like a fucking groupie so you can claim I raped you or something?”

“No,” Janice replied.

“I don’t know.  You look like a groupie to me.  Titties all hard and shit!  I took your picture to show you can describe my dick because you were staring at it so hard!  And I’m calling campus security sort this out, just in case”.

“In case of what?”

“You the most racist chick I know.  I don’t trust you and me alone for a second isn’t some plot to ruin my life!  I need this shit documented.”

The thought of a report being written about what was happening snapped Janice back to her sensibilities.  He was, after all, the pride of State U!  Black or not.  They would believe him over her any day, and she would have to forever explain what she was doing in his room while he was naked.  A black man.  She could never live home again if it ever got out.  Jerrod was right.  She was a danger to him.  

But as he stepped closer to her?  His voice had become a whisper and his cock?  Was even closer to her wet mouth than she ever imagined she would be to any black man’s penis.  She could feel her arms moving up to touch it involuntarily.  Stroke it as if in a dream!  One in which they were the only ones left alive in the world, and it was her duty to repopulate the earth!  Her reasoning becoming more strange by the moment as her mouth opened and licked the crown head on the brown monster.  Tasting his pre-cum salty-sweet on her tongue.  As his large black hand grasped both her nipples across the Stars and Bars.  Before she knew it?  Her mouth was bobbing hard around the thickest, longest dick she ever invited onto her tongue!  And her cunt was dripping wet! 

Jerrod stood over her for a moment.  Camera in hand asking her what she was doing?  Telling her weakly to STOP as her head became more animated in its task.  Putting the phone down Jerrod pulled the woman’s shirt above her head.  Squeezing her pink areolas in each hand before rubbing his cock across her breasts for emphasis!  The drool came from the corner of Janice’s mouth as she barely caught her breath before Jerrod grabbed her Ponytail and pulled her head back before pressing his tongue into her mouth!  His soft, black man lips melting her inhibitions in a way never yet experienced in her young life! 

“Shorty says you don’t like black guys.  Looks like Shorty was wrong again.”

Kissing her deeper before removing his lips from hers.  Jerrod gave Janice her 1st of many commands to come.

“Take off those cutoffs and panties and beg me for it.”

With that.  Jerrod stood again and pushed his cock back into the depths of her throat.  This time, fucking her mouth with half of his total length.  While watching Janice struggle to remove her lower garments from her body! 

“You want this black dick in you?  Don’t you?”

Janice couldn’t respond except to nod with his stiffness, tickling her throat.  She had deep throated Shorty but felt Jerrod would choke her to death!  And besides?  Her pussy ached in anticipation for him!  Thinking had been replaced by a pure animal lust she had never known herself capable of!  Slurping her lips down to the tip she was able to murmur a barely audible.

“I do.”

With that, Jerrod lifted the woman out of her chair by the hair.  His mouth once more covering hers while her tongue lustfully explored his mouth like a horny Southern housewife begging for the attention her husband never gave her!  Janice was used to controlling men and their advances.  Putting their tiny cocks into her mouth and being rewarded almost immediately with a spurt of white gold on her tongue.  The time she had spent attempting to maneuver her tongue around his engorged rod was longer than any of her Boyfriends had ever lasted!  Janice was vulnerable.  Insecure about her own sexual ability to please a man like Jerrod.  But her body was willing to try!

“Get on Shorty’s bed and spread those white thighs.”

Her sensibilities seared at the suggestion but, her body just filed suit and Janice did as she was told.

“Damn.  You’re wet as fuck!  You want this?”

Embarrassed at the situation and wanting it to be over as quickly as possible.  Janice answered the increasingly demeaning tone of Jerrod accordingly.

“Please.”

“Please what you racist bitch!  Tell me what you want.  I want you to say it out loud!”

“Please.  Fuck me!”

“What?”

“Please fuck me you black bastard!  Stop making me beg!”

The words hung in the air as Jerrod sat in his chair, holding his dick in his hand.  He and Shorty had a routine.  If one was otherwise engaged?  There was a code to send to stay away from the room.  Picking up the phone, Jerrod text the code to his roomie, triggering the extra time Jerrod would need to break Shorty’s girlfriend. 

“No thanks.  Get dressed and get the fuck out instead.  You don’t deserve this dick.”

Janice slipped her middle finger into her wet snatch as deeply as she could while leaning her mouth forward to try to make up for her mistake.  Her tongue reached out for Jerrod’s manhood when he reached behind her and snatched control of her head and her own free will.

“I said no.  You talk too fucking much, and you think I am here for you.  You need to learn your place.”

Pulling her head back away from his cock, Jerrod pulled Janice onto her white back and began to finger her pussy mercilessly!  Stopping only to smack her tits and face with her own juices before resuming the degrading treatment at his black hands!  Her body ached to be wrapped around him!  Her legs shook, looking for the rest of the invisible lover to cling too!  But his cock just out of reach of her mouth and her face smacked each time she tried to grasp it into her palm!  She wished she hadn’t said it!  Wanted nothing more than to make it right and change Jerrod’s mind about her!  But all she could think of to do was let him have his way, and maybe, he would forgive her.

“I’m sorry.  I’m sorry.  I’m sorry”.

The words repeated over and over as Jerrod’s Black hands took over her will.

“I will never say anything like that again”!

Jerrod’s thumb entered her well-lubed ass at that moment.  Releasing a wave of pleasure throughout her body that she never thought possible!  She had been ass fucked before and loved it!  But never had anyone taken her like Jerrod! 

“I bet you won’t.”

With that, Jerrod climbed between her well-oiled legs and plunged himself as deep and hard as he could into her!  She felt a momentary pain as her hymen stretched to accommodate Jerrod.  And dug her nails deep into his shoulders as she became accustomed to the pleasure of the pain she felt before cumming again this time, loudly!”

“Yowwwwwwwwww”

The Southern Belle’s screams of ecstasy could be heard across the hall before Jerrod covered her mouth with his open, bare-hand.  Which she bit, kissed, sucked and kissed until her Orgasms subsided minutes later.  Jerrod stroked the woman’s love canal more rhythmically now.  Beginning a masterpiece assault of maneuvers that had Janice incrementally losing the will to do what she had been taught was right.  Resist.  Stop doing the very thing she was shown to never do in the 1st place!  Janice struggled to count how many times she shuddered beneath the weight of Jerrod’s heavy, black bat.  To focus on something else and embrace the strength of her home teachings and stop immediately.  But it really just felt too good!

No man had ever made Janice feel what she was feeling at that moment.   Janice believed no man ever could either.  As she looked up into what she was beginning to perceive as a beautiful beast of a man’s eyes in Jarrod.  Her walls were constricting and convulsing in waves and patterns Janice had never experienced before. Mainly when she masturbated, which was the only way she had ever orgasmed with a man.

A nice, fat cock in her mouth pulsating under the control of her tongue and throat.  Her fingers.  Between her legs exploring the heart of Dixie between them.  Diddling herself to her heart’s content while her mouth commanded the full power of a man until bang!  He came and soon, so did she.  Janice joy of the Oral delights convinced her she was one type of girl.  The kind of girl who all she needed to be happy was a good ole boy cumming on her sugar tits.  And his credit card!  But as her mind attempted to process the feelings, she was experiencing.  Janice began to question how she could ever not feel this way again.  And again.  And again.  

She imagined Shorty in the window peeking in.  It wouldn’t be the first time he peeked in on Jerrod’s exploits.  Seemingly, it was all he ever talked about when they were alone.   She suspected it turned him on thinking about the two of them together.  But wondered how he would feel actually seeing it!  She would be ashamed to have him walk in but thought.   Would she stop?  Would she?

Janice knew it was lust making her think this way.  That and the man’s chest hovering over her rhythmically pushing past her sensual limits!  Her body was being altered.  Changed with each passing moment.  And she knew from all of the talks of the white women in her hometown she was ruined forever!  She had heard the rumblings of the women in her quiet, Southern town.  The one’s about how some of them preferred sex with black men.  How some had left their families and positions for ones that were more like what she was experiencing each time Jarrod’s dick pressed her a bit deeper than ever before!  She couldn’t be one of “those girls” that everyone knew about.  But she also couldn’t pretend this wasn’t happening!

As Jerrod became more aggressive inside of her body, Janice could feel him growing!  She twisted about as her canal became so tight?  She strained against each ensuing swing of Jarrod’s bat!  Harder.  Faster.  Deeper.  And finally?  His warm juices released inside of her!  Janice mind wandered as she joined him in releasing herself further into a place she wouldn’t quickly leave, if ever.  The tension between the two of them released onto their bodies and for the 1st time ever.  Janice smiled at a black man.    

Jerrod stood and looked into Janice’s eyes as if she knew what was expected. 

“Not a drop of cum better hit this floor.” He halfway joked.

Janice looked at the wet, dripping dick and lunged forward beneath him.  Catching the drops on the sides of her face before placing the slippery, black cock comfortably into her mouth.  The taste of her own pussy and his seed intermingling in a way that made it seem like a gourmet treat!  Sitting in a pool of wet cum beneath her own bare, white ass on her boyfriend’s bed.  Janice felt ashamed at her actions.  But knew what had happened?  Was completely beyond her control.  She had no free will.  And she definitely didn’t hate black men anymore! 

Shorty found out a week later and moved out of their room.  He wanted to hit Jerrod but, knew physically he didn’t stand a chance against him, so he moved out of their shared space.  And Janice he called names she no longer cared about being called.  Even if he did jerk off for a week after thinking about it and spent the week after that?  Trying to get her back to no avail.

Janice decided she needed to repent for her former racist beliefs and came up with the idea of being a sex slave.  And for what she lacked in originality?  She made up for in effort!  But as she grew deeper and deeper into the fantasy.  There became less time for other things.  They mutually decided to go their separate ways and Janice moved on to a Basketball player who she eventually married and left the South with when he was Drafted into the NBA.  They rarely see each other now. 

As Jerrod admired the gift Janice sent him locked around the fans thighs he thought about the Southern Belle!  He almost came thinking about how lucky he truly was to have met her and cum on her tits.  His wife understood his desire to dominate women from time to time.  Even participating, setting most of his conquests up for him.  It was almost time for his 10-year reunion where he would get another crack at his delicious ex to show her what he had learned, and he couldn’t wait!  Cumming on a beautiful set of tits that brought back pleasant memories was all he needed this Saturday night.

What a Life.     

UP TO SPEED

Posted on by Xavier

From the back, the man reminded her of her Science Teacher.  The one that she had tried to seduce precisely 10 years ago, to no avail.  Telling him, he was already compromised by returning her hot, unsolicited texts with his own salacious retorts either way.  He was older but, there was no mistaking those lines and that ass!   Mandy had been more than anxious to let him fuck her, and she always got what she wanted!  Especially the older and supposedly smarter faculty in her Private School.  In pretending to be someone else to entrap him Mandy assumed she would gain the upper hand.  And her offer was a simple trade for the grade with a bonus!  Getting her tight snatch getting pummeled in the process and he would never be able to tell a soul.  She remembered like yesterday. 

“My tight, white, pink snatch.” As she raised her skirt over her hip.  Unveiling her pantyless, tightly shaved hole and moist, shiny lips to the light.  For a passing grade. 

The fact that he passed on the chance to invade and use her younger, more eager body was something she Mandy never had forgiven or forgotten.  It had delayed her gratification as well as her dirty schoolgirl fantasy!  Something that had never happened before or since.  But, the way he had turned the tables on her that day left a lasting impression.  Because he laughed. 

“Have you ever handled a Black cock?”

Turning his back to her offer so coolly, she was embarrassed to even speak!  Mandy recalled her legs arching backward and her ass arching into the air at his unexpected, dirty worded response!  As if he had inserted two fingers inside her to tease!  Her other Instructors would have begged for the opportunity to bang her pussy raw!  Her Math A was a result of her letting Mr. Smith go down on her for hours of After-School credit!  Same with the gym and Mrs. Velez.  But she never offered to fuck any other Male faculty member for grades!  She didn’t have to since she was a naturally brilliant student.  It wasn’t her fault that school bored Mandy to distraction!  It was up to her own imagination to find challenges.

“Sit on my desk, Mandy.” He commanded.  “And open your legs wide, so I can see what you are offering.”

Mr. Warren had walked to the door to lock it and was talking to her as he taped paper over the window.  Blocking the view from the Hallway so no one could see in. 

“Samantha, right?  Those text messages from the dirty whore I met online.  That was who you were pretending to be?” 

Mandy had moved closer to the door and gleefully had one leg astride the desk table.  But upon hearing his revelation of knowing her plan, she began second-guessing her initial intentions.  Mandy knew he would be in his classroom because Mr. Warren always stayed late.  Fixated at his desk until right after the first late Bus only Scholarship students ever took home.  If she timed him right, she could be alone with him in a Deserted High School Classroom.  Finally feeling what she viewed bouncing against his Khakhis all Semester!  She had a foolproof plan.  But she needed the bait.

The naked pictures of her Mom were precisely that.  She was built like Mandy but, more mature.  Mom’s Tits were rounder and her Ass, plumper but Mandy figured, that’s what a Black man would probably like.  It wasn’t hard to get them since her Mother was divorced and kept them on her Computer to send to Men for hookups.  She was a horny woman.  Too horny to be alone. 

“Problem is.  I recognized your Mother’s pictures.  I have some others of her I would like to show you.  Hell, maybe even the world.  If you don’t do as I say.  Now on the desk and those legs wide.  I want to see that hot pussy Mrs. Velez is always raving about!”

Turning around, Mandy’s eyes became affixed on the Most Beautiful Black Cock she had ever laid eyes on!  And her 1st in real life!  Startled by its beauty, Mandy hardly heard her Teacher’s words as he helped her onto his desk.  Reaching out to touch it, Mr. Warren smacked her hand and face hard enough for it to sting as her young areolas swelled her 34C’s with blood. 

“You are a student.  Any sexual touching between us would be inappropriate.” He said.

Taking her Reddish blonde hair in her head and pulling her face back, Mandy found her head tilted back while she lay prone on a desk.  Her hands were quickly zip-tied behind her back.  While Mr. Warren put a grasped her neck and pulled out his phone.  Mandy remembered feeling completely helpless as Mr. Warren pulled out his phone and presses a button on his desktop, opening a file of photos that her own mother was the star of! 

There pictures of the two of them together.  In this classroom in the exact same position, Mandy she was in now!  From the look of the classroom, it was probably Parent/Teacher night.  What Mandy had been purposefully doing badly in his class and Mom wanted to know why.  And from the series of pictures that followed, she apparently found out!  Seems as if Apple doesn’t fall far from the tree!

Mandy recalled how wet she got too!  Ashamed at seeing her own mother, sucking her teacher’s cock before she got the chance made her jealous, angry, and hot at the same time!  By the time the Video began, she was absolutely squirming on the desk! 

That was when Mr. Warren stuffed her pussy rudely with a vibrator!  Mandy began to cum all over the hard surface as her eyes never left the screen.  Watching as her Teacher took turns fucking her mother’s pussy and mouth before cumming on her dress!  That was when it stopped abruptly and resumed with more video of her sucking that beautiful black cock!  Mandy kept cumming to the hum of the vibrator.  Smaller than the dick she was looking at but was unable to guess it’s size!  She had no comparables. 

Mr. Warren had grinned at her plight and let the vibrator slide from between the young girls’ legs at the time.  Sitting in his chair, he spoke to her in a way no person ever had.  And she still remembered to this day.

“Your Mother has already secured your grade in exchange for a stern talking to you.  You almost blow your placement and had I been a mean person, I would flunk you.   I had been trying all semester to get your attention when I got your “messages.”  I knew it had to be you since as you see.  I know your mother very well by now.  Do you have anything to say for yourself, before I let her know what you tried to do?

Still startled by the intense vibrations of the electric dildo.  Mandy found herself usually at a loss for words!

“Here is what is going to happen Mandy.  I am going to keep fucking your Mother because she is lonely and your prick. Dad never knew how to properly treat a slut like her.  And by the time you get back from College.  She will be a different woman and, a better mother.  This I promise you.”

Mr. Warren then proceeded to turn the device back on.  Running it up and down her pink lips and sometimes, letting it linger on her clitoris for effect.  His dick sat between his legs in his chair.  Challenging her mouth as it taunted her desire to taste the cool slit on top and cleanse the salty liquid making it glisten in the light.  But that was as close as it got to her body as Mr. Warren didn’t attempt to have her pleasure him at all.  Leaving her confused and questioning her own desirability.  Even as she experienced the most intense Orgasms of her young life! 

“Don’t you want to fuck me?”

Her body was reddened from the flushes of feeling she was experiencing, mixed with the embarrassment of begging for dick for the 1st time in her life!  Her eyes rolled back as the educator teased her swelling mound for the next hour silently.  Stopping only to pull a gag ball out of his locked desk drawer.  In which she glimpsed more zip ties.  A blindfold.  A pair of handcuffs.  And a couple of thin, metal rulers that were the perfect size for a spanking she thought!  After the ball gag was in place, the Blindfold applied, and Mandy found herself entirely at his mercy!   Mr. Warren resumed his position, seated between her legs as he blew hot air over her oversensitized clit.  Before returning to his slow torture of her barely 18 pussy with his buzzing accomplice.

KNOCK KNOCK.

The door opened, and Mandy was momentarily left alone.  Spread-eagled, vibrator pushed into her pussy on the desk facing the door, so anyone entering would surely see her predicament.  She squirmed as she listened to the whispers.  Unable to only moan her displeasure through the girth of the rubber gag stuffed into her mouth.  The slurping sounds being made she was sure were coming from a lucky woman!  Imagining her tasting the end of Mr. Warren’s cock only made Mandy hornier and, more jealous.  She was incapable of anything other than dribbling her nectar onto the Metal Desk, warmed by her grinding ass and wet from her own youthful mists.  Who was there?  What did they want from her?

The video of her Mother had left her helpless to do anything but comply since she obviously couldn’t tell her what happened?  Would she take her word over a 9 ½ Cock that made her Mother scream?  Would she want to?  From the way, she had licked up his every drop from his balls as Teacher had commanded her to do?  Her Mother was a tough nut to crack.  Fucking many men and never once giving the impression of being submissive to anything!  But she had seen what Mr. Warren had done to her and now, it all made sense!  Her Mother had changed recently.  Calmed down and when she left the house, obviously was going to see Warren!  What were the odds? 

“Close your legs, Mandy?”

The vibrator was still placed firmly between her legs as he tied her ankles together.  Lifting both legs directly into the air, Mandy felt a finger that had to be attached to a woman, circling her previously untouched ass! 

“Get it ready?” Mr. Warren said. 

As the foreign tongue began to circle the hole, sending a spasm of vibration through the teen’s body that would have sent the Dildo flying from in between her legs, had they not been folded so tightly together! 

“Mandy as I said.  You have never handled a Black cock and unlike your mother.  I don’t think you are ready for such things.”

She heard the woman laugh and her tongue briefly left the student ass as the slurping noises resumed.  All Mandy could imagine was the woman was once again swallowing his cock!  When she was supposed to be making Mandy squirm again instead! 

“Have you ever even tasted pussy?”

Mandy could hear the smile as the unknown woman straddled her learned face, removing the ball gag and smothering her tongue so she couldn’t answer!  The fresh smell and moistness of the Woman’s skin was a freshly showered smell.  And Mandy’s tongue darted in and out of it as quickly as she could in an attempt to please and well as a gasp for breath!  And in that exact moment, Mandy felt the plug pushing her insides out, and a wave of Orgasm take over her!  She couldn’t breathe but, didn’t need too!

With both holes filled.  A warm, wet, squishy Vagina rolling around her face, and images of her Black Teacher’s Hot cock fucking her Mom running around in her head.  Mandy was in an impossible position!  Even if it was a pleasurable one.  Her tongue found its rhythm around the pussy by imagining and remembering what her gym teacher had done to pleasure her!  Before long, her tongue was rewarded as the woman splashed her approval into her mouth and across her naked tits!  She recognized the gym teacher’s voice as she said her name.

“I taught you well Mandy.”

 As she thanked her for returning the favor.  The teacher licking her own juices from the prone student’s neck and breasts.  Something Mandy never permitted her to do because after all, Mandy wasn’t gay!  It felt so good!  Soft and gentle.  Unlike the Boys she allowed to lets lick her buds before sending them home with Blue Balls.  Mandy’s legs bucked in the air, clenching her pussy tight in a feeble attempt to keep the slippery mechanical lover inside of her as her ass sent waves through her body she never knew they were possible for any woman to have!   This really was not what she planned! 

The teacher bent to kiss her mouth as Mr. Warren had moved behind her.  Their mouths and tongues upside down in between one another, as Mr. Warren began to move inside the woman Mandy knew was a devout woman lover!  Although she couldn’t see what was going on, she knew Mrs. Velez was being fucked by the Science teacher by the increased moans.  Deeper breaths in between their erotic kisses.  And the description Mrs. Velez was giving! 

“His dick is too big for you Mandy.”

Her hands pinching the young woman’s nipples as she herself was being driven intensely into by Warren’s rigid stick.

“And he fucked your Mom too.  Did he tell you?” Mrs. Velez whispered wantonly into the cumming girl’s ear. 

“Answer her Mandy?” Warren said sternly.  “Describe to her what you saw before she came in.  I want to hear what you remember from your studies.”

So she did.  Speaking in detail as the Gym teacher reached between her legs.  Beginning a circular motion with her fingers around the student’s clit.  Occasionally thrusting three of her fingers into her tight hole while whispering.

“You are going to need more room than that to take this black cock, Mandy.  How is the Blackmail cumming by the way?”

Mandy screamed as the older woman twisted her tiny nipples harder than anything she had ever known!  The pain causing Mandy to shriek and cum simultaneously! 

“Just like her mother.” Mrs. Velez said slyly. 

Mr. Warren with that, picked up his pace and from the motion of Mrs. Velez own tits traveling from Mandy’s open mouth down to her stomach, Mandy felt another wave of jealousy!  She knew she had lost control of at least one of her favorite teachers and now, would probably have to be Mrs. Velez Bitch for the rest of the term!  But to not get teased and not fucked was beyond unfair!  As Mandy came for the final time to Mrs. Velez dexterous hand manipulations.  She felt the shivers from the woman on top of her as Warren completed the after-school session, filling the gym teacher’s pussy with cream!  As the plug slipped from her swollen, gaping ass, Mandy felt the relief of satisfaction fill her young body.  Finally, it was over. 

Mr. Warren leaned over her ear and spoke to her for the Final time that year. 

“We are going to forget all about today except, this vibrator.  It is yours now.  Take it with you to College and use it, whenever you get the urge to fuck one of your Instructors for a grade.  From now on.  You will do all of your Assignments on time and earn your grade that your Mother continues to pay for.  And if you don’t.  I will make the rest of your Senior year a living Hell.”

Flipping her defenseless bottom over his knee.  Mr. Warren spanked her naked bottom with a metal ruler for the next 5 minutes.  Making her repeat how she would act in class.  How she would behave at home with her Mother.  Or what he would do to humiliate them both, exposing what dirty sluts they were to whoever would listen if, she didn’t comply. 

His instructions to keep the Vibrator as a gift.  To keep her from ever considering getting her grades any other way than studies and hard work.  When she thought about one of her schemes.  When she wanted to seduce another helpless man.  Remember what happened the last time you tried it and fuck yourself to sleep.  Wake up, and study.  

Mrs. Velez made her a pussy eater until the end of the school year.  Which helped her get into her Sorority in College.  Where she graduated in 3 years before attending the same Medical School, she was now interning at.  A 4.2 student. 

The man on the Coffee line turned and looked at his former student, only recognizing her from the lustful look in her eyes.  She was older now.  But some students are less forgettable than others.  She smiled like the former schoolgirl she was as she approached him carefully. 

“Hello, Sir.”

Sir was what she called him from that moment on.  He had helped her focus and became the only teacher a woman as brilliant as herself could ever honestly have. 

“Hello, Mandy.  I was very sorry to hear about your Mother.  But I hear you are a Dr. now?”

Mandy’s face blushed he knew so much about her!  Her mother had passed away in a Car accident a couple of years ago.  But she had been a much better mother, and Mandy never said a word about what happened.  How could she?  Besides, what would be the point? 

“Thank you, Sir.  It is amazing what you can accomplish when you are put on the right path.  I hope you are still Single?  I mean a Teacher.”

“Of course to both!  There are few things I love molding more than minds.”

She pressed her mature body against his reflexively, accidentally brushing his manhood in the process of feigning an innocent hug, so she could whisper in his ear.   

“I am back home to sell the house and will be here for a few days.  Stop by tonight.  There is something there I am sure Mother would want you to have.”

Mandy suggestively placed his hand on her breast for all to see, not wanting to waste the opportunity with a misguided innuendo.  The woman behind them both gasped at the inappropriate display of affection.  But Mandy didn’t care.  She had been outside the store for hours, waiting to see him!  She wasn’t going to let the moment pass with doubt. 

“Well.  You never did take your Final.  I will be there at 6.”

“I was thinking 7”

Twisting her nipple slightly he smiled.

“Six it is.”

WAY OF LIFE

Posted on by Xavier

It had been a long time since she felt “that” way.  The exhilaration of danger that a woman had to cut herself off from because of lack of control.  No one could ever find out about her desire to lose it.  To lose herself or they would certainly exploit her for their own gratification. The thoughts that caused her to moisten and recoil simultaneously as she walked and her thighs rubbed together.  Having once felt true bliss, a wisp of the wind between her legs reminded her of things that sometimes seemed so far away. 

Certain things have no place in everyday life.  Being a lady requires as much.  If anyone knew what she wanted at her core, they would view her differently. If anyone knew how her hands always lingered in certain “zones” while getting dressed reminded her of nights and sometimes days spent in outright erotic bliss.  How a thought could transpose her from out of a conversation and into a melange of memories, they could not understand without having experienced what she had.  This secret was hers alone.   

The fact was that she didn’t care if they could or ever did find out.  Because if they did, it would be because she had found the courage to live out her dreams!  Purely selfish and wanton desires that made her clitoris throb as if between his thumb and forefinger being compressed now!  Who could notice how her areolas swelled and throbbed against the fabric of her expensive bra, masking all such expressions of thought!  She wished the design looped around her nipples with a silk string!  Providing her with the “support” and kink, she consistently desired. Her dates lips were moving, but she was not with this man. No, this boy.  Her presence was a compulsory one. A necessity and task set before her.  Like so many labors performed in her high-paying job.  But there was no desire to be there like with him.

The most she would grant him was a taste.  The chance to lick her dripping thighs and clean up the mess her long lost lover’s memories would provide as her date ate her box as he begged her to do.  To prove his qualifications of being more of a lover than a slave.  There was always a chance he would attack her and refuse to leave after her satisfaction was complete.  But she enjoyed the opportunity to use her Martial art skills to fend off the unworthy!  Dominating aggressive men was the only other way she had found to get off since he left her to fend for herself!  Beyond that? No new man would ever sate the desire to be pushed by superior men. Where were all the superior men? 

Sometimes she would open her legs in the mirror and remember what it was like to have been “his” property.  To walk in the door of his apartment in slacks and a sweater.  Go directly to the bathroom to change so he didn’t have to see her inappropriate work attire in his space. One minute and 27 seconds before the lash came down on her for being tardy.  Sometimes on purpose.  To test he Master’s attention to detail.  One minute and 27 seconds spent on a skirt which was too small to wear out in public.  But required to wear around “him”. Any undergarment he had chosen for her whether it be a thong or nothing!  She could feel herself moisten more with each leg coming out or going into her garments.  Wondering what sick pleasure he had in store for her that day! And a breeze from the ventilation between her thighs reminded her of the forgotten panties since she was thinking about him all night and forgot to put them on.  She was almost ashamed except for the memory of being told what to do! 

Her conservative tops were to remind her they belonged to him. She wasn’t supposed to forget whom she needed to please.  The time was she would slip a finger into herself to release the moisture between her legs.  Sometimes she would get carried away and linger more than a minute or two. It was nowhere near how full she felt when he put his full grown cock inside of it!  But sometimes she had to make due with what was available! That work time was the only secret she kept from him though she thought it wasn’t a very well-kept one.  He seemed to know her every thought!

When it started. She would put on the heels and walk down the hallway towards the garbage chute down the hallway.  Always at 4.  The men and some of the women were well aware it was going to happen but, she was always barely covered so, there was nothing they could do about it! Some of the women would open their doors to make comments.  She was to bend at the waist when disposing of the refuse and sometimes he would meet her at the door before exiting to slip a small vibrator inside her.  It was behind a door but, hardly private!  After the first time, it always slid right in.  She would have to make her way back to the apartment with it buzzing at high speed and it better not slip out! Oh, the Orgasms she would have as she tightened herself around the throbbing object and unsteadily walked back to her Task Master!  She would never admit how much she loved being tended to by Him!  But why else would she do this?

He expected a lot of things from her and pushed her in a way books and men never did!  They were always intimidated by her accomplishments and afraid to be men!  But not him! He treated her like any other woman he told her. She would have to work for everything He had to offer.  And what he had was 10 inches of well-formed cock and the ability to know how much she loved him! A love he had taken for granted.  Taken too far.

He would put his foot rest next to his chair and she would lean her almost bare bottom in the air and pussy on top of it.  Sometimes he would remove the vibrator.  Most times, he would just turn it down.  Sometimes, he would instruct her to sit directly onto his cock and push himself into her moist hole!  Her pussy would usually burst around him and he would pinch her nipples hard!  But just as quickly as she sat, he’d remove her and replace her pussy with her beautifully formed mouth. 

“Clean it good.”

He would say as if she wouldn’t!  She loved the thought of him watching her bathe his beautiful cock in her saliva!  She would often peek and notice his sly grin as she would work his length into the depth of her throat until it would completely disappear!  Something most would never believe she was capable of but, they really didn’t know her at all!  They knew the Ivy League graduate and powerful force.  Not the girly slut that loved being humiliated so much, her body tingled at the thought!  And it was better that way. 

After she was sufficiently worked up he would have her her sit next to him and lift her shirt or bra and hold her breasts together.  Her hands, cupped beneath and nipples facing forward to be licked, bitten, and sometimes slapped until the nipples were red and swollen.  Just right to trapped in the string. He would always make her stand while doing this.  Knowing she would be in full slut mode and if sitting, she would rub her heated clit against anything she could find!  Sometimes, he would run his tongue across her in a way that drove her wild!  This could go on for what seemed like hours but, was actually only moments of sheer delight.   When “he” was satisfied with her squirming and knew that she was ready “he” would stand and remove his dick from its cage again and this time, instruct her to slow kiss its length like “The good cocksucking whore” she was compelled to be!  From there?  All bets were off as to what would happen or how.  But it always ended with her cumming on command.  The shame of whatever he made her do making her orgasm stronger and longer each time before the final indignity.  Him cumming wherever he chose on or inside of her!  Which led to the “issue”.

The memories of “him” made her mundane sex life unbearable, but how could she prove her love?  Besides giving him what he wants?  If she was this way after a month.  Unable to think about anything past him to the point of almost losing 5 million dollars in a day.  What would she be like in a week?  She realized she had no choice since these men weren’t doing it for her either. 

“Excuse me.  I need to go to the Ladies room.”

Leaving her date alone to make her call and hoping.  Praying he would answer her call!  How stupid had she been! 

The 1st call went to voicemail.  The second frantic call was picked up on the 5th ring and his voice was angry.  He told her never to call him again.  She knew that.  But she also knew she had to!

“Yes”.

When she arrived it seemed as if the weeks apart were a distant memory.  She wanted to kiss and hug him as he opened the door. Almost like normal lovers would but, they were not that.  She looked into his eyes for a spark.  A recognition of how much He had missed her but was hurt when she saw nothing!  How much of herself she was going to have to give to make him happy?  He’d won! 

  “I missed you.” She tells him.

  “Did you miss me?”

  “Come in.”

To her surprise, he was not alone.  There were others in the Apartment and it looked as if they were aware of their relationship by the grins on their faces as she came in.  Taking he by the hand he pulls her into the spare bedroom past his guests.  All while explaining he will be right back.  Her lack of care for his company being there is immediately offset by the touch of his hands above her wrists like old times.  He understands how to control her!  She hadn’t acknowledged how deeply she felt for him or when she had changed from independent woman to the woman reflected in the mirror in the next room.  A lustful woman who wanted nothing more than for them to be alone again like old times!  Her body being manipulated by him until she could take no more!  A feeling that she was encouraged by the door closing behind them!

“Sit”.  He commanded and she complied immediately.

“So.  I want to hear you say it.”  He moves across the room leaning on the ledge. 

“I missed you Sir and I am willing to do whatever you want to make you take me back.”

“Make me?” he replied.

She realized her mistake immediately and hung her head in shame.  He hadn’t changed a bit!  She wanted more.  Much more.  To be with him full time and she was willing to do anything he wanted except the thing he had asked of her.  She didn’t understand why he wanted to have her do this but, here she was!  On the night that he had told her about begging for them to resume their relationship.  But he wasn’t giving an inch!

“Let’s start from the beginning.  Before you try to engage me again in that tone.  What do you think I should do?  Forgive you for telling me no?”

“I just wanted to talk.”

“And I told you from the beginning that Vanilla shit ain’t me!  And you agreed!”

“But..”

“Do me a favor.  Take off your panties when you talk to me.”

Her face flushed red at the request, knowing this is what she wanted!  Immediately standing she removed her panties and left them on the floor.

“Good. Now open your legs and finger your pussy while we talk.”

Immediately she felt herself flush hot and wet and was completely uninterested in any continuing conversation or who was in the next room!  Rubbing her pink pussy in front of her missing Master was what she was hoping would happen and more!  They were back together and that was all that mattered! 

He removed his slacks and out popped the big black cock she was missing so much!  Her mouth watered in anticipation as he stood before her face, stroking his manhood outside of the reach of her hands or mouth!  And she knew better than to reach from past experience. 

“How many men have you fucked this month?” he asked.

“None” she answered.  “My pussy only wants you.”

He took a step closer and instructed her. 

“Take off your blouse.  And how many men have eaten your pussy?”

He knew her so well! 

“4. But I never touched their dicks or let them touch me.”

This was completely believable.  That Corrine or she could convince men to pleasure her without any reciprocation.  She was smart but also beautiful beyond words! She loved manipulating powerful men but, she had no Power over Anton.  She wasn’t even allowed to use his name!

Moving forward his cock was not directly in front of her face pulsating.  She knew it was a test but, she couldn’t resist as her tongue flicked his cockhead gently.  She was expecting a rebuke but instead, he moved forward and pushed himself inside of her mouth without words! 

“Suck this dick very carefully and stop only to answer my question.” He said. 

It was probably Corrine’s best blowjob ever!  She sucked and slurped at his dick like a long lost friend!  Pausing only to taste his chocolate balls before resuming her masterful sucking motion!  She could feel him getting bigger inside her throat and wanted to taste his cum on her tongue.  But she knew what he wanted and came prepared to make him happy. 

“Tell me what I want to hear.” He said.

“I am ready.  Please cum in my pussy.” 

With that, the door to the other room swung open and the 6 men and women came walking in. The women were now naked and each had a leash attached to their necks.  They sat on the bed naked and unashamed.  Watching as Corrine was being mounted by her Master while Corrine was still half dressed!  Her 34 C’s hanging out from the top that was still halfway attached.  None of that mattered to her as she was with the one she wanted.  The one she loved!

By the time he came, they had put on quite a show!  The men and women, all strangers pawed at her naked body.  Some playing with her tits.  Others enamored with fingering her tight ass and how she came each time they inserted their fingers inside of her!  Soon they were all sucking their Masters and Corrine felt her pussy filled with warm, sweet cream!  Enough to give him what he wanted. 

The gathering was cut short as Corrine fell asleep.  Something he had never let her do before in his home.  She woke ours later to an empty bedroom and the sounds of moaning coming from across another room in the Apartment.  A room she knew all too well as His favorite place to break in new girls.  She had spent countless hours in there herself and would again.  But for now.  All she had to do was hope it took so she would never have to go through another month without him again!   

DOM

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I had a dream last night.

She was sitting on the window sill.  Naked with legs spread wide apart and a grin on her sexually sadistic face with dark hair.  Her body was the way he likes them.  A strong frame that craved to be pushed and prodded, if not held tightly to another.  The woman in this dream was irresistible. 

Her pussy was the prettiest Dom had ever seen.  Pink, wet lips and an almost clairvoyant clit that called to him in his sleep!  And there was a thirst that could only be sated by a flick of her beautiful rosebud on the tongue.  In the dream, Dom left the chair and positioned his dark head directly across from her lap.  Studying the wonderment and beauty of what was the wettest, pinkest pussy ever laid eyes upon as she finagled her pussy too and fro!  Biting her lip a little as Dom’s tongue flipped forward onto the protruding nub.  Careful to caress it in a circular motion once before running the tongue down one side lip and back up the other!  The flavor a dew so sugary sweet that even in his sleep, Dom’s stomach growled.  Her juices dripped down like champagne! 

Awoken by the sun, Dom’s hard cock stretched forward creating a cascade across the light like a sunrise over a dark, bulbous moon.  The shoes she wore in the dream as vivid as the taste and moisture on the lips.  High heels with a ring attached at the back.  And a smile of satisfaction crossed Dom’s mind as he stepped under the water preparing to leave the house.  It was time to play. 

The cool water on his hot skin brought him fully into the now.  But the thoughts of his heavenly encounter stood strong and vivid in her mind.  So vivid that the moments wouldn’t go away.  Nor would the sinful thoughts or residual guilt leaving her so abruptly had started.  Dom’s cock slapped against his thigh heavily as his hands worked around the erection that wouldn’t go away!  For a moment he began to stroke the length himself before remembering why he was getting ready in the first place and stopped.  Thinking he should paddle his own bottom but remembering those days were long ago!

His eyes begin to focus minutes later as the dry and naked my cock still stands tall.  Looking at the bed under the window keeping him stiff as the dream with the desire to taste a pussy as pretty as hers won’t go builds until the plan is set.  Dom decided they were both being deprived and conceded the course of action was clear.  Willing participant or not.   

The jeans are placed over the election and the subsequent phone calls begin to delay the day symbiotically.  Nothing is going to get done until the need is satisfied!  The shirt buttons down and covers his chest, but it is impossible to disguise the shape of his body which I worked hard to create.  There is really no need to go overboard and Dom grabs the laptop and walks the four blocks up the street. 

The Coffee shop with the office is on the top floor.  The noise downstairs provides a perfect atmosphere conducive to work.  Edgy music noise gets through the floorboards in the outer room but is more muffled in the back.  It looks more like a Private Detective’s office than a Realty Business.  But the truth was, it served multiple purposes.

“Morning Iris.  The usual.  And could you bring it to me immediately please?”

Iris walked into the back and grabbed two bags of Tea and placed them in an oversized Cup with honey.  She nodded at the other girl as she followed closely behind Dom up the stairwell.  Iris small frame bounding happily in her thigh length skirt before pushing the door open and being pulled in by her throat!  She knows he hates when she’s too cheerful! 

“You didn’t knock.”

Releasing her throat, she walks towards the table and places the tray down before dropping to her knees facing him. 

“Sorry, sir!”  Her voice mocking what was in her mind, a weak attempt at violence.  Iris expected a slap to the face as well or at least a demeaning twist of her nipples!  Without proper boundaries, Iris would walk over any man and in the past, had!  Dom was going to have to show her more aggression if he wanted her to yield!

Dom’s smile and subsequent walk towards her ended as he similarly, dropped to his knees in front of her.  She expected him to whip out his dick or instruct her to remove her panties so she could be properly spanked.  But instead, he knelt before her and lovingly caressed her rounded breasts and kissed her open mouth!  The sensation of a soft kiss was an unfamiliar sensation but  admittedly, made her heart flutter a bit!  By the time her hands had been cuffed behind her back with her clothes mostly on. Iris was in the throes of what was for her the Pink elephant.  Vanilla Sex Pleasure!

But Dom wasn’t kissing her.  He was acting out his dream in real time.  Changing the aspects that were beyond his control in his sleep to his advantage!  Today’s lesson would be different and yet, the same!  Dom’s middle finger plunging into her straight, but roughly only brought her back to the Country Club and the fags who used their fingers on her so clumsily.  But this didn’t feel that way!

Dom didn’t hate his mother or get fucked over by some bitch in High School that fueled his desires to control women.  That was never it.  It was an ex-girlfriend/fiance and a pledge of mutual abstinence that created him.  In an attempt to make sure their marriage would be based upon more than sex and with the advice of a relationship counselor, they attempted to be “pure”.  Instead, they discovered something else.

It started as a joke.  Handcuff me to keep my hands off of you sort of stuff.  But escalated quickly into mutual masturbation which they reasoned technically, wasn’t sex and ended with a sex party in New Jersey with his ex the guest of honor.  His Fiance bound to a metal apparatus that while appearing extremely uncomfortable, left her most vital holes exposed to be examined stretched by strangers!  Dom lost her to the lifestyle but, found himself in the process.  Something he always considered was an acceptable loss.

Iris piercings and strategically placed tattoos didn’t do her body justice.  She couldn’t hide how beautiful she was even though she sometimes tried hard to escape it.  The privileged upbringing she was ashamed of rubbed up against the sexual and non-sexual lifestyle she preferred.  Iris was attempting to run away from who she was.  And because of that, they were perfect together.

By placing his hand on her throat, bending her backward almost flat on her back while her legs were still tucked beneath her, Iris true desire to be treated roughly by Dom was fulfilled as well as her moist vulva exposed.  She only wished someone would walk in and see her, the boss, the way she preferred to be.  Used.  

“You must want me to spank your ass for you?”

“Yes, sir.”

Pulling her panties to her knees, Iris as she slightly resistance brought the dream girl to mind once more.  Dom imagined every teasing twist of his dream and saw Iris in the same, depraved light as the wet woman of his dreams.  One hand rubbed Iris pussy, spanking her wet folds while she sat/lay/ was strewn across the floor looking completely ridiculous in her lust!  She was a fake as a boss and happiest like this.  The only thing goth or edgy about her was her love of pain!  This, the shop, the concessions was all about keeping her Dom.  Humiliation was just the price of being a pain slut!

“You have 5 seconds to get to the stairs or you will regret being a bitch to me this morning.  One….”

Pushing her onto her back, Dom stood to place himself between Iris and the door ensuring the possibility of a successful task never being completed.  Dom unbuttoned his shirt and pulled it over his head as she struggled to her feet.

“Four…”

His hands reached her juicy clit at that moment, squeezing it between his thumb and forefinger just hard enough to drop Iris to her knees.  Defeated, she shook with a violent orgasm at the force of his fingers and will.  She was a submissive pain slut for sure!  But she was too strong to admit it, having been raised as a strong, proud woman.  Maybe even a feminist.  The fact her body betrayed her true self so easily was something she always hated.  And the fact Iris always sought it out only made her more ashamed of her choices.

His whip was around her neck before she knew it.  Dragging her feet into his “office “as she gasped for air.  Her legs kicked even as she came from the rough treatment at her tenant/Master’s hand!  Her small frame flung through the air slightly as he closed the door behind him!  Her attempt at modesty as she hit the floor to cover her exposed pussy, as usual, began her masturbatory session! 

“I’m sorry.  Please forgive me.  I hate when you ignore me and I am so sorry.”

Iris fingered her hole furiously as she spoke, both aroused and ashamed at what she was doing, again!  Her Grandmother had left her the building as well as others.  That she pretended to be a normal, ordinary girl in order to be treated this way was too much of turn on for her body to ever resist!  As long as no one found out the truth it wouldn’t matter.  Iris was ashamed to think of how Dom would use her body next and it excited her.  But she was convinced this was just a phase.  Only Dom knew she would one day evolve and accept who she truly was.  But for now, her shame meant she couldn’t stop cumming thinking about him! 

“You are a Fucking mess.  If your family could see you now..”

Iris got turned on being threatened.  It took the pressure off in some ways and added to the fantasy.  That she wasn’t being treated like this because she wanted to be.  But because she had just met the wrong guy!  She never asked herself why she had told him so much.   

As she opened her mouth, her tongue encircled the head of his cock just the way he likes.  Sucking the sensitive nub in a warm, wet, loving way while savoring the pre-cum like nectar from a God!  Dom knew she wanted to gobble it down like a good whore.  But he was teaching her the discipline she needed to not become another boring Ex-trying too hard to please him. Licking his salty cum from his cock knowing he wouldn’t cum while wishing all the time he would!  Dom knew everything about her from their numerous edging sessions.    Things her mother told her she should never do she had with him!  She was still in uniform partially as her hands in cuffs behind her back longed to reach one of her holes to no avail.  That was when he pulled her slightly to her feet by the hair. 

“I had a dream last night.”

Thwack    

The paddle struck her backside and she immediately started to drool from the force of her orgasm! 

“Some slut came to me in my dreams and decided to tease me.”

Thwack

Iris’ eyes rolled back into her head as Dom placed his thumb roughly into her overflowing box. 

“Were you trying to tease me this morning with your sass?”

Thwack

The paddles effect sent the young woman into oblivion as her small, pert breasts swelled inside of her bra.  Dom removed one tit from it’s casing to rub the precum off of the head of his cock before presenting it to an almost spent Iris for licking. 

“You may take it all.”

The words like a weight lifted from Iris’ shoulders as she began to devour the long, thick cock the way she always did.  It had taken a lot of hours of long discipline to get Iris where she was today.  A woman with a modicum of control of her lusts instead of one whose lusts controlled her!  She wanted him to fill her inside with it anywhere!  But she knew he wouldn’t just yet.  He had been a diligent taskmaster in teaching her his peculiar form of celibacy and discipline.

Iris had always savored the opportunity to show what she had always believed was her greatest talent.  And Dom’s refusal to fill her willing mouth with his hot liquid was a personal goal she wanted to achieve.  Their first time together had been a humbling experience for her, as she attempted to suck him off to no avail.  But she could tell by the way he throbbed inside her cheeks she could at least affect him now.  They were baby steps that encouraged Iris one day she would taste him without also tasting herself!  All she wanted to experience was each experience with him becoming more intense.  She had given in.  She was his.

Dom allowed her to lick him for a few minutes before instructing Iris to tell the girl downstairs she would be a while.  She knew what that meant and as soon as the phone hung up, the Music downstairs became a bit louder.  Again he pulled her to her feet.  But this time to remove her skirt and panties. 

“Bend over.”

Iris complied and almost as soon as she did felt the small vibrator being pushed inside of her ass and turned on!  She knew better than to make any noise lest Dom do something to her that would definitely make her scream!  All she could hope for now was a gag to help her control herself! 

“You have been very quiet since you first mouthed off.  You weren’t trying to get me to do something dirty like this to you were you?”

Of course, the answer was yes!  But she knew to admit it meant what little false barriers remained between the two of them would be completely broken. 

“No, sir.  I was just in a bad mood.”

Thwack.

She could feel her plump ass get sore with the last blow and despite another orgasm, Iris really didn’t wish to endure another! 

“You lie.  And for that, there is a special purgatory for you.  Something I know you will absolutely hate me for.”

Iris ass buzzed from the toy dildo stuck in her tiny hole as her nipples shook with excitement.  Iris felt the cuffs being attached at her ankles as the spreader bar was attached to them!  Dom placed his head on the nub of her pussy and began to lick it. 

“I am going to lick you like the girl in my dreams last night.  As if I were your boyfriend and not your Master!”

With that and Iris placed on top of the desk, Dom began to tease her clit.  He had never eaten her before and she wasn’t sure he ever would which made it all the more pleasurable for Iris.  Until the second hour passed and the exhaustion of being mercilessly teased and caressed began to drive her wild!  It figured he was the best at this too.  Even telling Iris stories about his conquests as he massaged her to completion. 

“Not all women want to be choked first.”

That was all he said for the next hour. 

Dom imagined the girl from his dream before him.  Unable to leave him at the crack of dawn or the hint of disturbed sleep.  Iris pussy was still intact, as he had exclusively used her mouth and ass for weeks.  She had never complained either.  Her writhing under the caress of his gentle tongue was also an unknown.  Noticing the tattoo of his name stylishly done and engraved next to her pussy, Dom became impressed with the Calligraphy.  And as he squeezed her nipples tightly,  she was still able to cream like the 1st night he had been drawn to her.   

He was teaching her about things she would have never learned on her own.  About desire, patience, pain, love, and sex.  Obedience.  And Loyalty.  He wanted her to stick around, even if he would never admit it.  He had fucked her ass and mouth for months and she didn’t complain.  She came anyway.  

As his cock pushed into her pussy for the 1st time in months, Iris’ eyes opened wide, remembering what it felt like to have him fuck her that night!  Why she offered this space to him in the first place and didn’t complain about the other women.  Why she came just thinking about smart things to say to him this morning.  He made her forget about everything in a moment!. 

Pushing into her womb deeper Iris had surpassed her known limits.  Her pussy convulsed in an intermittent manner that would allow no tangible pattern!  He was between her body and the bar now and there was no place to go except up and down his slick pole while her pussy looked for fluids to dispense!  The last dry orgasm met with Dom’s wet dick kiss as he came deep inside!  

The next night I had a dream….. 

THE QUEEN’S CHAIR

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Anna was used to the routine by now.  Spending every other evening at Jake and Gemma’s house in her Maid’s uniform.  The one she wore to clean their fucking house!  The Garters with no stockings, undergarments, and red heels completed the ensemble.  And the shoes.  They were Louboutin’s of course.  Since Gemma didn’t want cheap footwear worn in her home and sluts should know how to wear heels in every situation, without scratching the floor.  There were standards. 

Anna pulled back her blonde mane into a ponytail, which her husband Phillip hated because he said it made her look like a Milk maid!  Ironically close to the unspoken truth since her nipples were also pinched to exhaustion by the clamps, Gemma sometimes attached to them.  They stood straight as an arrow too.  The clamps had been replaced by more permanent bars her Husband had yet to see, due to her dexterity partially, as well as his normal aversion to sex after fucking his secretary at work!

Her tits constantly throbbed too.  Like when she was pregnant but, different.  Between the red lipstick and consistent fucking Anna was now exposed to Anna was having trouble discerning reality from fantasy.  Behind The Parker’s closed doors, she was experiencing a Different World.  The modifications to her body and routine though suggested it wouldn’t stay that way.  

Her own tits spilled over the top of the uniform and the pain from her freshly pierced nipples had ceded days ago, giving way to a heightened sexual sensitivity and improved perspective.   There were new forced responsibilities around her former friend’s/current superior’s home.  And ridiculously degrading chore list that included internet masturbation time and other slutty masturbatory chores in between actual ones, that were usually recorded somewhere.  But Anna was starting to accept and adapt and slowly, had begun to change.  Even if she didn’t notice when it had happened.

The structure and attention to detail servicing Jake and Gemma provided her a balance in life despite the circumstance, and Anna began to enjoy each day more.  Once she got past the angst of wondering about who the different men came from and instead, started to enjoy the anonymous and strictly submissive encounters at the hands of strangers.  Being assured by Gemma that even though she deserved it, Gemma would never put her health in jeopardy by sending her unclean men.  She was always to be the Dirtiest whore in every room she’d said.  And Anna was supposed to live up to that.

The number of men by now surpassed the totality Anna had been intimate with in a lifetime before this year!  The number of black men alone had jumped from just Jake to 14 in the same time frame!  But despite the vigorous schedule, Anna had somehow learned to keep up.  In some ways, Gemma was now her Best friend again!  Instructing her to drink more liquids since she was cumming a lot each day.  And to relax when facing the pounding of an Anaconda and let it do its work!  There was no escaping it!  And even if her body could move, it would usually be to meet the cadence of the cock’s owner!  Anna was adjusting well.

The first month was the toughest, but Anna quickly learned her days off were the key.  She could sleep after her son was off to school, instead of shopping in Malls and spending her husband’s money.  A well-stocked refrigerator may have been a positive for her husband too, but combined with a declining credit card bill let him know something was wrong.  He also realized Anna had stopped begging him for sex.  Since his secretary usually got first dibs on his cock, it took him a month to notice!  But by then, it was too late.  Anna was no longer just his.

Sometimes two different black men would watch her clean the house and give instructions.  Anna usually hadn’t met them before, and definitely wasn’t supposed to start a conversation.  She was simply told to do as she was told and only object if they put the safety of the home in danger.  All results of sexual contact in the Living Areas were to be swallowed.  No guest was to cum in her pussy or on her uniform.  Only in her mouth.  Anna knew she was being trained as a slut.  But also knew how much her husband hated Jake and Gemma and letting him know what happened with Jake alone would end her marriage!  Jake would never knock on their door Thank God!  But if he did, she would have to answer it and probably, hire a lawyer.

The men would often ask lewd questions about her sex life with her Husband which usually led to what they referred to as the “Fuck by Comparison” test.  The black cocks were all bigger than him, and Phillip wasn’t small at all!  And they were also much more creative in the ways they broke Anna in!  It was a good thing Anna had been a gymnast because many of the positions she had been forced into would have cut another woman in half!  Whereas for Anna, it was just an adjustment. 

Gemma liked to watch sometimes and would direct the men, but mostly to Anna’s detriment.  She had a fascination with watching Anna and especially loved threatening the poor girl with the biggest cocks by having them press their dicks against her tiny asshole as a threat!  But Gemma didn’t want Anna to go home to her husband crippled!  She always instructed the men to pound her pussy hard instead.  And Anna was usually lubed by then, having cum from the feeling of their cocks scarily close to impaling her ass.  There was a time and place for everything, and soon enough, Phillip would learn the truth.  

Whenever Anna was blindfolded she had to rely on other senses. Touch.  Feel.  Sound.  She already knew some of the men she had been with were friends of her husband because she recognized their voices!  Another clue they were different was the usage condoms and lack of anything beyond a vanilla fuck!  One even called her by her name as she recognized his voice as the major investor in her husband’s company and at that point, she came!  He tore off the condom and stuck his seed into Anna’s gaping mouth before exiting without another word and leaving her wondering how long this could go on!

Without the nipple clamp, her Mistress would attach to her clitoris before each ‘safe’ encounter, she would never be able to even get moist for these “men.”  She craved to feel their skin against hers, and the condoms only made her hump against them harder and harder in search of relief!  Using her well-developed cunt muscles to squeeze the men dry in hopes a real man would come in next and fuck naked box, only to be disappointed and brought to the edge once more.  Gemma had learned the subservient woman’s body well and made sure Anna would go home with a belly full of swallowed cum and nothing more! 

The first time Anna went home and used her favorite vibrator until her batteries wore down and she was forced to fall asleep!  The second time Gemma set her up with appointments, though, Gemma gave her an envelope full of money and a note to buy a bigger vibrator! How did she know?

Anna had learned from Gemma’s rants about Black Superiority in sexual matters what was being done to her.  She had read about it on the Internet.  About how some women only sleep with Black Men like Gemma.  And she never really understood what that was all about and honestly, was attracted to Jake because she knew he had a big cock!  Not because it was black!

But these weeks had taught her that even if they didn’t ALL have big dicks, the ones she now knew did!  Anna was starting to feel less pressured and more comfortable with the circumstances and surroundings.  She was no longer the unwilling participant.  And she was sorry about what she tried to do to her friend’s marriage.  When Anna woke up, she decided she wanted to change.

“Gemma.  Hi.  Can we meet for lunch today before I come by?”

“Who is this?” Gemma asked surprised at the tone of the call because of course, she knew who she was. 

“Gemma?  Mistress, please.  I am so sorry, and I know this is disrespectful.  Me talking to you.  But I may want out of our arrangement.”

“What?  There is no out!”

“Unless I tell my husband.  Then you have nothing to hold me with.”

Gemma laughed. 

Gemma had considered this day would come, but surprised it was so soon!  She understood Anna now better than the woman herself.  Anna barely bristled when requested to do the dirtiest things with hung strangers just to get to their cocks.  She also knew Anna had enjoyed most of her chores.  Especially too because Anna always had before marrying Jake!  And she definitely knew Anna didn’t give a fuck about her husband! 

Gemma could learn a lot from watching other people have sex.  What they were REALLY like was on display which was why she never missed a minute!  The thought of losing Anna was awful because she would have to destroy Anna’s husband before she wanted to.  So she decided to take another tact.

“Sure Anne.  We can have lunch like the friends we used to be and the usual restaurant.  But on one condition.  You dress appropriately.”

Anna knew what that meant.  No undergarments at all.  A sheer top that would show off her pierced nipples.  Short skirt.  High heels.  In a restaurant, they both frequented the outfit could cause quite a social scandal!  But Anne heard her voice respond in kind almost immediately.

“Yes, Mistress.”

There was always going to be a price for freedom.  As Anna walked into the Restaurant, Gemma’s interest piqued because of how she was dressed.  It wasn’t the outfit, but the added accessory.  A leash attached to the throat affixed to a collar, which she presented to Gemma in her hand before she sat as a sign of submission.  She stood in the vestibule impressed with Anna’s boldness!  Especially for such a social climber to present herself this way publicly!  Gemma knew she had changed.    

“I was wrong Mistress Gemma.  And I am sorry I was dishonest with your husband.  I am willing to do anything you want to make amends.”

Gemma’s response was a sharp dagger into the woman’s eyes which ironically, made Anna wet.  The thought crossed her mind that Gemma would spank her ass good for putting their “relationship” on display and Anna was getting eager to get to the result! 

“Cmon.  You can tell me all about it at home.” 

Gemma tugged at the leash, pulling her friend into the backseat of her car before driving them the 2 miles to Gemma’s home.  There were no words.  Just an awkward silence as they walked through the door and into the Living Room. 

“Take off my clothes.” Gemma barked.

Anna hadn’t been with a woman only once.  When Gemma forced herself upon her that the first time.  Gemma preferred to masturbate while she satisfied others and sometimes, spank her ass while talking to Anna about how much of a slut she had been.  But Anna did think about Gemma’s sweet snatch rubbing across her face almost daily, so her eagerness was hard to hide.  When all of Gemma’s clothes were gone, she immediately dropped to her knees and attempted to taste her folds once more!

“Not so fast.  You said you wanted to talk?” 

Gemma wrapped the leash around her bare hand, restricting the air passageway in the process and sending Anna flailing onto her back.  Her bare vagina beaded between her pink thighs as Gemma unceremoniously stuck an oversized vibrator into the hole and turned it on!  The head of the phallus rotated, causing Anna’s eyes to also roll back in the process as she came! 

“Cumming without asking permission?” Gemma snarled.

Flipping the leash as she spoke and dragging Anna on the floor, Anna found herself bent over the ottoman but this time, her groin pushed the invader deeper inside her depths.  She felt the paddle cross her ass and screamed in agony unlike ever before!  Gemma for her part moved behind the slut and placed her into a choke hold.

“So what do you want to say now slut?”

Anna felt the air leaving her lungs as she attempted to speak and manage the massaging her pussy was enduring from the vibrator.  Her eyes reddened and swelled even as she experienced orgasm after orgasm despite being in mortal danger!  It hurt so good! 

“I don’t care what you do to me anymore Gemma.  And I am not sorry for what I did because I love you both!”

With her last breath, Anna turned her head and mashed her tongue into Gemma’s mouth!  The shocking turn causing Gemma to release the chain and return the affection as with no other woman before!  Gemma was completely turned on!  The same feeling as when her husband first unleashed his beautiful cock inside her passed through her soul as their tongues danced together in a frenzied symphony!  She released the leash on instinct, allowing her slut to fall forward and the vibrator to squeeze it’s way out of her hole, still semi-circulating as Anna caught her breath to speak again.

“I was a miserable, cheating, bitch and even worse, a bad friend.  I deserved to be humiliated and don’t blame you one bit for everything you have put me through.”

“Go on. Anna.”

“But.  I have to admit it hasn’t been all bad.”

Crawling over to Gemma, Anna placed her hands between the woman’s legs, spreading them apart.  She was no longer waiting for instructions and placed her tongue on Anna’s box.  Swirling her tongue to the top before attacking her rosebud with vigor.  She would have never imagined herself WILLINGLY eating pussy before.  And she had no desire to taste another.  But this one was attached to Gemma.  And Gemma had set her free in so many ways Anna could no longer count!  Except for one. 

Gemma grabbed hold of the bars attached to Anna’s ample tits and began to tap the ends, sending vibrations coursing through her body as she ate her pussy as if it were her own.  Gemma began to drip onto Anna’s chin and Carpet as her body pulsed with desire!  Gemma had broken her friend and that, as much as anything else,  was an Aphrodisiac for her!  She came in a burst, basting Anna’s face in the process and for the first time together, Anna felt her own power return as she spoke what she wanted. 

“I want a Divorce.  But if you show Phillip those tapes, I will end up with nothing.  I want to be able to be your slut all of the time.  Not every other day.  Will you help me, Mistress?”

Gemma sat up and looked at Anna’s eyes, noticing one thing that had always been absent from the woman’s face.  Sincerity.  Gemma knew that sooner or later, not unlike herself at one time, sex would win out!  Anna had never known what Gemma saw in her as a friend, but would soon find out it was what she didn’t know about herself that kept them close.  She was a slut, true.  But deep down, she was also an exhibitionist.  The Ying to Gemma’s Yang as it were.  And once she started, there was only 1 evitable conclusion. 

“Ok,” Gemma said.

“Ok, what?”

“Ok, I will help you.  Ok, I forgive you.  And ok.  I have a plan.  But first…” 

Gemma’s legs opened wide inviting Anna to dive in.  Her pussy was dripping for more attention, but Gemma instead began by circling her wet tongue in and around Anna’s puckered ass!  A flame shot through her entire body as Anna licked her bunghole practically pink!  Her pussy throbbed in appreciation as well as anticipation of receiving similar treatment!  And it wouldn’t have to wait long! 

Anna repositioned her head in an impossible sideways angle, enabling her to slide her tongue up and down sideways into Gemma in a way she had only recently imagined.  Anna dove in between Gemma’s thighs with reckless abandon!  Especially attacking her clitoris and nibbling on her Master’s folds as if it meant everything to taste her!  Gemma pressed her head into the floor in an attempt to establish authority.

“You better make me cum slut!”

The last word halting as she sprayed Anna’s face with her pleasure.  Caught off guard, all Gemma wanted to do was clean the mess and regain her composure, but Anna was busy doing exactly that!  Rubbing her orgasm into her skin like Gemma had seen her do with the cum of many black men!

Gemma shuddered once more, releasing another less potent flow which Anna caught just in time!  Gemma pulled Anna’s leash up across her own body and Anna received the message.  Sliding her big breasts across Her Master’s labia and torso before settling mouth on her tits!  She had never sucked a titty before.  But Anna knew what she liked and attempted to do that for Gemma, as much could imagine.  Only when her lust took control of her did she find herself stuck like a baby on Gemma’s delicious, cum flavored breasts!  As time elapsed, Gemma was able to regain control of herself.  And Anna. 

“Anna!  I always thought you hated girls.”

Gemma sheepishly smiled down at the woman, as Gemma slinked back down between her legs to slide into Gemma’s core once more.  Her voice mumbled something incoherent as she became once more enchanted with Gemma’s rosebud!  She never imagined she would enjoy eating pussy either!  As a matter of fact, until the day in the Bathroom she never thought about it!  In hindsight, beyond being shared by so many men against her ‘free will.’  That had been the brightest revolution!

Anna recalled the men impaling her on both sides and wishing it were Gemma plugging her mouth instead!  Watching in envy as Jake sat between her legs in what was a makeshift throne.  Watching her get fucked intently as Jake licked her for what seemed like hours!  It was clear, none of the men were going to touch her.  She belonged to Jake!  But it was also clear they weren’t strangers to her nude body either, and Anna admired the strength in her nakedness!  She wanted to be proud like her!

Anna had envied Jake having her forbidden fruit to himself!  The taste of her pussy had lingered through the night even as she was “forced fucked” into Orgasm after Orgasm by strange men.  But as much as anything else, she couldn’t wait to do it ALL again!  Especially expound upon her pussy licking experience!

Anna’s expanding boundaries were well past being exposed as the size queen she actually was!  She was resolved to being a sex toy for others.  But Gemma?  She wanted Gemma for herself!  And Gemma could see in Anna’s eyes she was willing to do almost anything to have her.  So she was finally ready.  

Gemma stood and pulled the chain once more towards the basement.  The one place Anna was never allowed to go in the house.  There she would be edged and whipped for the next hour for everything she had done wrong that day, as well as instructed what to do when she got home.

Precisely, how to lay the trap for her hubby.  And how to get a Queen’s Chair of her own.     

THE PRESENT

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Walking into the Bedroom Jennifer knew exactly what to expect.  She had been at the gym for the past 2 hours barely able to contain her energy!  The weights had flown up into the air with each push as Jennifer attempted to Focus on her movements, as opposed to what was probably going on at her house.  

The Glock in her right hand was loaded but, the safety was on.  The sounds of fucking weren’t hard to distinguish from the ones emanating from the TV on the wall.  They were the same.  Her husband, Joseph was using their personal home theater without her!  Everything was visible from the hallway with the door open.  Jen’s finger slipped off the safety for a moment as she recognized the woman on her Wall Unit as her friend Christine!  But cooler heads prevailed as she watched the whore scream in agony as Joseph.  Her greatly endowed Husband and lover, pushed his whole 9 thick inches into her spread ass in one slow, cold stroke!  She never knew either of them was capable.  Him of fucking her close friend.  And her of taking such a huge cock up her tiny ass! 

Christine wasn’t a large woman.  As a matter of fact, she was small by comparison to Jen.  Almost a half-foot shorter and nowhere near as physical.  Many a night, Christine had too much wine and after talking about how fantastic of a lover her husband was, would joke about what she would do to Christine, or any other woman if she ever caught them together.  After the women would gasp at the seriousness of the fit Jen’s words.  She always eases the tension by telling Christine loudly in front of the other women.

“You I’d just make lick my ass you’re such a whore!”

They’d laugh at Christine because they knew she would never cross Jennifer in that way!  And Christine would laugh because she had already fucked all their husbands without them knowing!  Some of them twice.  But Jennifer really did scare and excite her as much as any man.  Something Christine had never experienced before with a woman.

She had been competitive in Judo and even competed in the Nationals, almost making the Olympics!  She was proficient with firearms also as well as the only woman any of them knew who had ever knocked out a man.  While wearing high heels!  Jennifer was in love and lust with her rich, Half-Nigerian husband who was seeming, her only weakness.  She would obviously do anything for him.

 And Christine?  She couldn’t resist the temptation and danger involved in completing the circle of neighborhood men!  The escalating nature of her whorishness required a Grand Finale worthy of the accomplishment.  A dangerous fuck in the home of her most dangerous friend!  Even if she had to promise him to do anything he wanted!      

Her feet paused as Jennifer lowered her shorts and panties onto the floor before proceeding any further.  Of course, she double checked the safety as she slowly rubbed the barrel of the cold metal over her clit a few times.  Just enough to unleash a small, tender wave as she felt her thighs slightly moisten!  The had discussed him cheating for what seemed like the longest time now.  But she never had the courage to confront her feelings about it because she also knew he was usually very discreet. Saving his trysts for road trips and never ever straying close to home!

Watching the screen intently, Jennifer noticed the handcuffs that held Christine’s wrists in place behind her back and moistened in amazement as she watched her Husband’s cock push into and out of her tiny hole!  She screamed at the top of her lungs “Please.” But no other words found their way out of her throat since Joseph would fill her ass once again, rendering her unable to speak.  It was so hot!  Catching her husband pound the little slut!  But she knew she couldn’t let him get away with this in their home!  Jennifer walked into the room with the gun at her side and a grin on her face. 

“What the fuck do we have here?”

Busted. 

Joseph stopped momentarily and looked at his pants-less wife.  Her beautiful, trimmed bush-hardened his cock inside of the tiny woman and she whimpered at his still growing dick, pushing against her forbidden walls!  She had never been so full and the pain was only matched by the pleasure of Joseph’s ever-growing spike!  She hardly noticed the gun until the barrel was pressed against her head and her eyes became filled by an angry wife and friend! 

Joseph grinned momentarily as he looked into his wife’s eyes and saw her fury!  He pulled his dick out slowly, till just the tip was inside of Christine before thrusting into her hard and fast!  Christine howled in pain as the most powerful orgasm of her life overcame her!  The pain and humiliation were unbearable!  And her pussy was squirting all over Joseph’s thighs and down to the sheets! 

“Owwwwwwww” she moaned. 

Barely feeling the pain as Jennifer grabbed a parcel of her hair and yanked her face off of the pillow she was drooling over!  

“You are a fucking mess bitch”. 

Joseph looked into his wife’s eyes and knew what he was going to do.  His heartbeat was pumping so fast that he cock feel the skin on his cock stretching inside Christine’s well-oiled ass!  It hadn’t started that way.  But since he was recording, he could watch the young slut finger herself while kissing the knob of his distended cock tomorrow.  If there was a tomorrow to come.

“What are you going to do with that gun?  Shoot me?” 

Joseph spoke almost daringly.  And at the very least, defiantly.  But he had planned for this.  Hell.  He had planned this!   Except for the gun part which Joseph always knew was a possibility with his hot-tempered wife.  The only thing that seemed to bring her down anymore was a long, vigorous fuck!  Which wasn’t the bad part.  That part was it was the same fuck!

Marriage can kill passion.  And Joseph reasoned that he would rather take a bullet than continue this Vanilla construct of a marriage.  Something had to change.  So he clumsily left clues when he was sure his wife would play along, invited the local strumpet and pseudo friend a chance at what she seemingly always wanted.  Her friend’s husband’s cock!  And waited.  Seducing a sub who barely knows she is was easy.  A simple matter of timing and opportunity. 

“Do you think I care about this slut Jen?”

With that, Joseph crammed the length of his hardened rod deep into the confused woman’s body in one swift, unloving stroke!  Pausing as his balls touched her prone ass while Christine screamed in what could only be described as agony!  He almost came inside her it was so hot!

“I will fuck her until she can’t walk for you.  If you would like?”

Four more swift, deep strokes later Jen felt stunned by her reaction!  Jen could have done something.  Should have done something.  Anything besides just watch as her betrothed battered his sick, slut friend’s ass right in front of her!  Anything other than drip down her thigh at the sight of her man, conquering another woman right in front of her eyes! 

Christine for her part cried in pain.  Biting at the air for comfort in the form of a stick or bone even!  She settled on hoping she wouldn’t bite her own tongue when she realized no oral distraction was coming!  There was a wave of pleasure mixed in between the agony of being stretched so wide over and over!  One she had never experienced before that lifted her pain into the euphoria that perhaps was being amplified by fear!  Holy shit this man was right she thought!  That big brown cock was rendering her legs useless beneath her and her cunt was contracting like a dog in heat!  Christine knew she must look pitiful to them both.  And the threat that she may never leave the room was very real!  But what a way to go!  Jen always knew it could end like this!  The helplessness was only adding fuel to her fire. 

“Doesn’t look like the bitch wants to leave.”

Jen grabbed a swath of her hair as she spoke and used it to pull the woman forward.  She was completely helpless.  Hands cuffed behind her back.  Ass overstuffed with cock as she was.  She felt the gun pressed to her temple once more as Jen spoke.

“Look at me bitch!”

The words scared her momentarily until she felt Joseph slide completely out of her ass!  The air whisked inside her, filling the space left by the enormous dick she had promised to drain inside her tiny hole.  Joseph’s pursuit of her was strange.  Much different than the other men in the neighborhood who had taken her shopping.  Or along with them on short “business trips” to enjoy her talents.  Joseph didn’t offer any of that. 

As a matter of fact.  He was the only husband who had approached her.  Cornered her in the kitchen of another neighbor and kissed her as if she had asked him too!  His hands seemed to be all over her body in the short encounter! Her ass.  Her tits.  And surprisingly, inside of her pussy while whispering her the vilest thing she had ever heard into her ear!

“You will beg me for the dick.  You get wet to the touch like a true slut.” 

Joseph was almost laughing as he said it!  The first encounter only lasted a minute but, she hadn’t stopped thinking about him since.  Within days she was giving him her first public blowjob!  He had bought her a collar and attached a leash to her whenever she knelt before him.  The school around the corner has not very private cubbyholes he would take her into which Christine was sure were not Private.  Many people had seen her bobbing head and the last two times, Joseph made her wear a skirt and held it up, so passersby could see her ass as her head sucked down mouthfuls of semen down her throat before shooting his last burst onto her face.  The photo she had sent Joseph at home.  Proof she hadn’t cleaned it off yet was the last piece of “evidence” Jen had discovered.   But Christine was by then, desperate.  Humiliated.  Broken. 

Jen had been yelling directly into Christine’s face and with her hair in hand, almost lifting her off of the bed!  The moment had passed and she was back in the present.  Her asshole ached and she could barely breathe, due to the number of Orgasms’ she had experienced in a short period of time!  She was defeated and barely able to resist being flipped on her back and straddled by Jen!  Her mouth was full of pussy and her hands were still bound beneath her.  Her only weapon was her tongue.  Which thrust into Jen’s powerful box frantically due to lack of experience and deprivation of air!  She wanted Joseph to fuck her anywhere so bad!  But with a face full of sweet pussy.  And her ears muffled by Jen’s powerful legs.  All she could do was eat her out and hope she lived to tell the story! 

The couple spoke softly.  Almost lovingly for the next five minutes while Christine licked and sucked Jen’s pussy and clit for her life!  When there was silence, Christine felt Joseph’s strong hands beneath her legs.  Pushing them apart.  They were powerless to move from the ass fucking and suffocation.  And Jen’s hole began to gush into and all over the woman’s mouth and face.  Her lips wet with so much juice they slipped and slid between Jen’s folds.  As she rubbed her face all over her mouth.

“You’d better not bite me bitch?”

Christine jumped as she felt the end of the object she knew had to be a vibrator pushed inside of her!  It was on high and immediately had her insides shaking!  It was then Jen lifted off her face and she realized what they had done. 

Her legs were chained together at the ankles.  And somehow, the vibrator was attached to a harness snapped around her waist!  And she was cumming! 

But she didn’t see Joseph until he entered her mouth and commanded her.

“Clean my cock so I can fuck my wife!”

Christine opened her mouth as wide as she could until his balls rubbed against her nose!  He had taught her well as she slurped her saliva off, as each inch reappeared from between her lips.  It was instinct!  The pleasure of the vibrator sending her off over and over.  All Christine could do was whimper like a sad puppy as she watched to couple fuck all around her for the next hour!  It was so humiliating!

Not only had he not fucked her, as promised.  Not only had she eaten pussy for the first time!  And not only had she actually saved a marriage she was hoping to sabotage.  Christine was now a slave to them both! 

“I told that whore not to mess with my man.  Now,

look at you!”

Their final act was to kick Christine off of the bed and onto the floor.  Writhing like the wanton slut she always had been!  Christine watched intently as Jen beat her once again.  Riding the cock Christine wanted so much as Christine was being overwhelmed by a toy!  Her ass still throbbing from the fucking it took earlier.  As Christine lay on the floor admiring the cock she also wanted inside of her, she couldn’t stop cumming or smiling!  And it was all on tape! 

“I love you, baby.  And I want you to be happy.  Happy Anniversary Jennifer!”

Jen grinned down at the defeated woman as she felt her husband’s throbbing cock, pushing her into “that place”.  The one that made her fall in love and overlook their differences.  The one that made her 3 months pregnant.  She felt her husband’s loving seed fill her womb once more and reveled in delight, knowing she would have the slut come lick her dry happily!  Especially since she had spared her life! 

The recording alone was enough to enforce their will on Christine if, ever necessary.  And it would be nice to have a cunt licker at her beck and call she thought.  But they would only need her for a year, tops.  Long enough to keep her husband home and time enough for Jen to fully recover.  By then, Christine would be a new woman!

THE LOOP

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She wore the Blue Dress that he had delivered to her door, as per his instructions.  It matched the turquoise necklace and blue, high-heeled shoes he had picked out for her as well.  Cindy’s heart was beating like a drum at the proposition of finally meeting him!  The heat of anticipation was building inside of her wonderfully curve ass with the rosebud inside moist to the air!  Cindy could hardly wait for the elevator to stop so she could get to the place where her lover wanted her to wait.  Being inaccessible while exposed to the men she had encountered at the Bar for the last hour.  Especially the ones she fancied. 

Men had been staring through her dress and peeking Cindy’s Undergarments in the iridescent light all evening!  The dirty ones were the worst!  Causing her to squirm in her seat even more because she loved dirty talk!  It was quite the hour!  Knowing the butterfly fastened between her legs was controlled by someone Cindy hadn’t met offline yet!  Someone be in the bar or the room, waiting for her!  All she had ever seen of him was his body which was chiseled.  And his Dick which was Big, black, and beautiful!  She was breaking all of her own rules!  But at least being so far from home, she wouldn’t be discovered.

Men were stalking the beautiful Dark-skinned Latina as predators often do to prey, with no success.  They were successful reminding Cindy of her own hands recently guided by Mark.  Pressed against her tits and fucking her tiny ass as her Internet Lover asked of her every night for the past month! Mark leading her to do things to herself she never imagined!  All while hoping her wonderful Fiance didn’t wake up and catch her selfish, slutty behavior!  Pussy exposed.  Chatting with a stranger while she finger fucked her ass and pussy on command?  Her Fiance would drop her in a second if he knew what she was up to!  His family would be so happy he finally had dropped his “dark” infatuation and would immediately pawn him off to one of the many Blonde haired, Blue eyed girls that were more acceptable to them.

Also, she was taking a chance and Cyndi had never been with a “Black” man.  Only Latinos and white men.  While she was infatuated and compelled by Mark to meet.  Cyndi had heard all of the rumors about “never coming back.”  Though she had empowered him by committing to do what he asked and wearing his gift. Cindy was telling herself she knew what she was still in complete control.  Satisfying a curiosity and closing a loop.  She was lying.

Behind the safety of her encrypted IP address and behind the closed door of her home.  Mark had warned her this would happen.  Taunting her horniest sensibilities.  Praising her wonderfully put together body and expounding upon its effect on men!  Knowing all along all she cared about was her effect on him!  It wasn’t anything she didn’t know or hadn’t heard numerous times herself!  It was the way he said it that made her panties cream and mouth start to water.  Combined with the taboo nature of sharing herself with someone other than her future husband, a meeting was too enticing to pass up!

Cindy had deprived herself since committing to her Fiance Justin almost 2 years ago, after a very active sex life as a Co-ed.  If it wasn’t great, it was active!  The familiarity of just Justin had been wearing on her mindset and she spent most days depressed before she met Mark online.  Maybe it was fear of commitment?  Maybe it was the desire to remove another item off of her bucket list before marriage?  Neither mattered as she had already committed to the interaction.  She was already there. 

The fact this expensive Hotel was known for its aggressive Bar clientele was unknown to Cindy, but not Mark!  He even sent some of his Associates on a mission to fuck with her.  A woman looking like Cindy would have been accosted in a Church and they enjoyed doing him favors since usually, he reciprocated by sharing his women in the past with them.  Cindy would be no different, they hoped!   Especially after seeing her!   

Her skin tingled as the Bar ventilation brushed against her uncovered legs and seemingly, through her Dress.  She was sitting where he told her too and Mark knew the Bar space well.  Her skirt was sheer when the light hit it at certain angles and her panties were completely visible where she sat.  Under the light at the end of the Bar.  The tiniest of bras which barely covered half of her nipples encased her D cups.  While the matching yellow panties which similarly covered only parts of her lower half and showed a slight bump, where the toy rested.

Mark told her to not cover herself as he would be watching her.  And with the number of Black men in the place in Business suits, the possibility of discerning him from the crowd was impossible.  He promised to spank her ass raw if she disobeyed and somehow, believed it would be his right to do so!  She was acting like a lying, cheating whore!  Not the good girlfriend and wife she had been for her Fiance all of these months!  A man whose name she somehow couldn’t remember!     

Cindy had never done anything like this before.  Never imagined meeting a stranger had only interacted with online.  Never even wanted to!  There was something about this man that made her pussy get all warm and wet!  It wasn’t just his profile.  Filled with pictures of him having sex with other women in various positions.   Any normal, horny girl would be turned on by that!  It wasn’t being dissatisfied sexually since she never had been completely satisfied sexually by anyone!  Her mother told her to accept it.  He Grandmother told her that was how relationships work!  At least Justin, yeah that is his name, would lick her to Orgasm at least once a month.  She settled ahead of the curve.

But with Mark, it was more.  Much more.  Her attraction to him was immediate if not Primal!  He was brash and forward and talked down to her in a way that was insulting yet, comfortable.  Mark had captured her dreams and tapped into desires Cindy didn’t know were inside of her!  All she wanted to do was meet with him.  Be with him!  Even if it was only once.  Cindy needed to know if she was in Love or lust so she could put it all behind her.  Never stopping to think her very presence already answered her own greatest question! 

“Phone call Cindy.”

The Bartender handed her a Cordless phone from behind the Bar.  His smile as telling as his voice that he knew the caller personally.  As if familiar with the routine.

“How do you know I’m Cindy?” She asked him.  Not knowing why she did.

“The caller described you well.” He snickered. 

“Cindy, are you downstairs?” It was Mark’s dark voice.

“You are calling me here, aren’t you?” she answered smartly.  There was a pause before he spoke again. 

“I am on the 11th floor.  Room 1120.  It is a corner room.  The Bartender has closed your tab and handing you a Scotch to bring with you since you have started without me.”

Turning to the bar, she noticed a Dark libation placed near her.  She hated Scotch and was only a novice at drinking the Red wines she had been sipping on for the past hour.  Ordering what Mark had suggested. 

“What did you expect me to do?”  she nervously and slightly angrily replied.

Cindy was nervous.  Nervous about the whole situation and for the 1st time since she had begun rubbing her pussy lips online for his amusement.  To now questioning her own motives and reasons for being in a far away from home Hotel Bar about to engage in God knows what!  It was only when the device went off again she relaxed.

“You could always go back to your car and drive the hour back home to your life.  This is your last chance because once you open that door…you belong to me!  I don’t have time for girls or games.  I suggest you get your dripping wet pussy to me immediately.  Because if you aren’t here in 5 minutes, I am emailing your Fiance our chats.”

Cindy’s pussy melted more at the thought of being blackmailed and threatened than anything else!  The thought of being exposed for the things she had done with Mark online!  Was it cheating since technically, they never met?  Would he take her back after seeing her stuff her ass with a vibrator and cum on his work chair like she never had with him?  In a way, it shocked her back to her senses.

“Coming now.” She said demurely.

“I bet you are.  4 minutes.”

Was he serious?  She picked up the glass and spilled some of it on her fingers in the process but had no time to clean it off.  The men in the room watched as she walked out hurriedly.  Disappointed they wouldn’t get their shot at using their best lines.  But the other women seemed relieved knowing their chances had improved. 

By the time she reached the door, 8 minutes had passed.  Cindy knocked on the door for what seemed like two more before it opened and Mark stood before her.  He wasn’t smiling and he didn’t grab her in his arms and pull her into the room as she imagined.  But his face did match his Beautiful body, making her wish he had! 

He was wearing slacks that she gathered to be made of expensive linen and were somewhat see-through so that his dick print was visible in front!  His shirt was unbuttoned at the top, the way her Uncles usually wore theirs.  But his brown skin was darker and somehow, more appealing to her current sensibilities.  Mark had turned and walked into the room.  His strong ass driving his legs forward after taking the drink from her hand and sniffing the dried alcohol on her fingers in a peculiar way.  She was clearly mesmerized more by his presence in person than online as she found her legs riveted to the spot! 

Bzzzzz .

“Come in Cindy.  I won’t bite.  Yet”

The controller in his hand sent an electric pulse through her.  Waking her from her temporary slumber. 

The room was a Suite and Mark sat in a Lounge chair across from the Love Seat he instructed her to sit in.  There was a camera atop a Tripod pointing directly at the Seat and Cindy, as soon as she sat down. 

“Is that on?”  she asked.

“Why?  You like cameras don’t you?”

Mark’s last words to her were still on her mind as she sat down gently.  He had threatened to ruin her impending marriage a moment ago though she knew he didn’t have her Fiance’s email and couldn’t possibly complete the task!  Fuck!  He wasn’t even sure Cindy was her real name!  Why would she allow him to record her now?  How cocky was he? 

“Is it on?” she asked.

“Of course, it is.  Now lift up your skirt and show me your panties.”

Cindy hesitated.

“Now!”

The tenor in his voice was stern as Cindy’s fingers reached for her skirt hem.  She pulled them up and instinctively opened her legs. 

“Very good.  Take off your top.  I want to see those Beautiful Brown titties in the full light.”

“But I am wearing a Dress?” Barely able to speak the words as she was so flustered.  Her heartbeat racing and her pussy dripping.  Her face slightly pained by hardened nipples boring into a barely their bra!  She was confused and aroused and only wanted to do what he asked!  But Cindy didn’t want to do the wrong thing!

That was when he pounced!  Before she could respond, Mark had stuck his hands into the top of her dress and ripped it in half!  What was she going to wear home!  While she was startled, two fingers were plunged deep into her vagina which her spread apart inside of her!  It was so intense!  Cindy arched her hips forward and up towards the sky as he invaded her hole with his digits.  Removing the device as well as his hand simultaneously! 

Her dress and sensibilities in tatters.  Cindy hardly could respond when her panties were being ripped and tugged off of her bottom!  It was almost as if she was being raped but, she was enjoying being tossed around by him!  Probably because it was him and somehow she knew despite her lack of familiarity with her man or surroundings, she was beyond safe.  She was where she wanted to be! 

Before she realized what had happened, she was naked except for her Bra.  Her round ass exposed to the camera over his Powerful knees!  Mark’s hand swatted her bare bottom bringing out a slight scream from her throat.

“Bite your tongue.” He said.

Spanking her again for emphasis.  This time she whimpered less but, still too loudly for Mark! 

“You were late and you spilled my drink.”

Smack.  Smack. Smack.

This time the whimpers were less like a plea and more like a moan.  He was right.  She hadn’t made it to the room in the allotted time and she did not give a fuck about his Drink!  Cindy had been preoccupied with her own sexual indecency!  Her granite like nipples and trying to control her dripping snatch and wandering eyes.  So many beautiful men of all races.  All with their semi if not hard cocks pointing in her direction!  She could have had anyone in the room at any moment she wanted to and she knew it!  Then and now!  As Mark’s large, warm hand smashed over her exposed ass cheeks in a lovingly harsh manner!  What a relief feeling his digits invade her dripping hole again roughly!  Spread once more inside her but in a different way!  His fingers rubbing the inside mound from within a few times before relieving her momentarily with their absence.  Only to be shocked back to like by the squeezing of her delicate clit between his thumb and forefinger!  Before she knew what was happening he repeated the action twice more, releasing a squirt across the Suite’s glass table and onto the Carpeted floor!  Something Cindy didn’t even know she was capable of! 

“Oh….Oh….OH MY…..”

Cindy didn’t know what was happening to her, but she knew it felt so good! 

“You may be getting married.  But you will always be mine.”

Smack     

“At my beck and call to do whatever I want from you.”

Smack

The vibrations from his hands swept her body with cool vibrations and sensations that offset the pain Cindy only imagined these waves were the infamous Multiple Orgasms she had heard so much about!  Barely able to move and barely capable of opening her eyes.  Cyndy felt what she imagined what broken women must experience at her current predicament.  Disappointment yet, relief!  She finally knew what kind of woman she was. 

She didn’t care if she had to leave the Hotel naked because it was worth it!  She came so hard the naked woman reposed in the bed was no longer the same woman who entered the room!  She was transformed!  What seemed to her to be a new enlightenment though, Mark had been planning for weeks! 

What Cyndi didn’t know was Mark knew exactly who she was as well as what she needed.  He worked with Mark at the same Firm!  Completely different departments since Mark was legal and Justin, her Fiance, was Management.  The son of the Owner of one of his clients from a Family of notorious men.  Workaholics.  A Family known for their cheating wives as much as their Business success!  Todd was young and cocky and Mark honestly never liked him!  He wanted to have something over him.  Even if he couldn’t let Todd know right away! 

Cyndi was the fortunate victim.  If she were less attractive or different, he probably would have treated her differently.  Seduced her differently.  But when he first saw the picture his Investigators came up with he knew immediately, she was special.  It was in her eyes.  Breaking Mark’s heart could do the trick and make him want to litigate more.  Angry is good for business!  But one look into her eyes he knew, she was special.  Loyal.  She needed a personal touch.  Looking deep enough into her eyes, he saw himself. 

If only someone had spanked his bottom when he was a kid!  He wouldn’t be the depraved maniac he had grown into, comfortably!  His nights wouldn’t be spent with Associates wives who expected Mark to treat them the way their Husband’s were incapable of!  Give them the type of sex those Men saved for Prostitutes and Secretaries!  Applaud the women for the long-sloppy blowjobs.  

Humiliatingly insane positions and unrepentant usage of their entire bodies.  Even sharing them with his friends.  His life was one Domination after the other with no satisfaction forthcoming.

Cyndi was different.  Unlike the others, Mark wanted her for himself.  And almost immediately he knew, she wanted him too.  It was as if they were immediately connected.  This routine was usually much different.  Ending with his Object’s spouse passed around and recorded with his many Associates and as such, compromised and controlled through passive blackmail.  It was easier to get things done with a strong woman behind her man, pulling his strings.  The arrangement worked for everyone.  Especially Master Mark. 

After a sweet, wet, grateful Blowjob Mark found himself between Cyndi’s legs, slowly pumping her mound with part of his 10 ½ inches of dick.  Talking to her each time he went a little deeper.  Showing off what an expert Cocksman he really was!  She squirted twice more that evening before they finally hit the Bed.  He even allowed he to clean up and sleep next to him.  Kissing her to experience a level of intimacy he rarely allowed.  It was going to be difficult to watch her get Married in 2 months.  

WHAT SHE WANTS

Posted on by Xavier

We had been friends for years. I was a personal trainer at the local gym when she came walking in late sexy as all hell. Obviously, she was mixed Asian, but her 34C’s and well-toned physique made her unapproachable to most. But it was my job to meet and assist the clientele when there were no sessions so, I did.

Her name was May, and like most beautiful women as it turned out, she was very engaging. What most men don’t realize is that these women spend most of their time fending off crude, unwanted advances when a simple “Hello” usually suffices. I showed her some ass tightening exercise, my personal favorites because they allowed my hands to wander in the interest of showing proper form. Which she had plenty of.

I was 6’2, 215, black and well-endowed and cut as it was in my job to stay in shape. Training seemed to play into my masochistic side though, and my clients tended to get off on the dominance which worked to my advantage. But I made it a rule to never fuck my clients until after our sessions were complete. As you can imagine, I had plenty of former clients who kept me busy sucking and taking my cock in numerous ways. The perks. But May wasn’t one of them. She was bi and mostly into girls at the time. We became friends though, and she enjoyed hearing about how I would force my dick into a former client’s now tight ass and have them lick me clean. Although she pretended not to.

May was around 5’6 and extremely troubled. Her sexuality seemed to cause her many personal issues and dilemmas. Despite her attraction to me, she was afraid that her parents would not approve. So over time, we became friends instead of lovers. But I could tell my sex tales became more and more distressing. Admittedly, I knew the effect they had on her. But I loved how she would cross and uncross her legs as I could imagine her lust becoming uncomfortable dampness between her thighs. I wanted her so bad! But I had to be careful and patient until the opportunity arose to give her what she wanted.

One night around 11 the chance came. I heard a knock on my door and as was my custom, answered the way I slept. Completely naked. My boys always call.  So it had to be a hot piece of ass wanting to fuck, so I figured, why waste time? I slept in character. May knew this was what I did as many of my stories began at my door with a woman on her knees licking my balls and ass, as was my rule. Show appreciation for what I am about to give you. I grabbed the dish towel and quickly covered up, but the image was already cast.

The tears in her eyes and on her face were evident as was the size of her large nipples now as she walked in sobbing. Her skirt, a white micro mini left little to the imagination. Even the color of her red thong. Her breasts were covered by a light sheer blouse, and her bra was cut so as to cover just to where her nipples could be released. She looked so fuckable it was evident the dish towel would not suffice to cover my quickly hardening dick. But I wouldn’t need too much longer anyway.

“I caught my girlfriend with her ex-boyfriend fucking, and all she could do was smile and ask me to join them! I hate my life!”

She said this as she walked directly past me and sat down in a kitchen chair blocking my way back into the main room. She continued with incoherent babble about “wasting her life” and “wishing she hadn’t given her heart so easily.”  Her head and face staring directly at the loincloth as her sobs started to dissipate and I could see her wheels spinning. The recognition of the truth of my tales came across her face.  It had been so long since she seen a real dick and in one day, to see two! May’s face became more flushed. And admittedly, her tears did nothing to soften my erection which by now was twitching violently.

“Are you turned on right now?” She asked the obvious as the decision came to me almost simultaneously to drop the rag.

“What do you think?” Moving towards her slightly parted mouth with purpose.

I had two choices. Put on some clothes, be a friend and listen to her tale of woe. Or say fuck it and make my move. Her nipples were hardening under her shirt and were visible. One thing about May was she loved sex with her girlfriend. She had probably expected to be with her that night and was worked up before her world came crashing down. Seeing her lover getting fucked by what she missed so much and had given up probably made her think of what she was missing. She wasn’t thinking clearly now. She was confused, hurt, and horny. In other words, perfect.

All it took was one kiss. Kneeling down I parted her lips with my own, slipping my tongue between her folds deftly and finding her own hot, wet tongue. My hands instinctively caressed her breasts through her shirt and adeptly unhooked her bra and quickly found her hardened nipples. She said nothing as she sat in my chair partially clothed and fully aroused. Her eyes told everything when I released her kiss. This was going to happen.

Grasping her arm below the wrist, I placed it on my cock and kissed her ears adeptly. She sighed as she realized her fingers barely touched due to my girth. My other hand I ran from her calves to her inner thigh until I found her clitoris and squeezed. She sat up as my hand felt her juices flow onto my fingers and the words “Stop” whispered from her mouth. But she knew better.

Ripping her panties aside the force of the movement startled her. My other hand squeezing her breasts together gripping her at her nipples forcefully May squealed in delight. She wanted the same thing she saw her girlfriend getting earlier, and that was why she came to me. I stood and rubbed my dick on her lips until she pursed them with a flick of her tongue, tasting my salty sweet discharge.

Her mouth soon wrapped around my cockhead with the ease of an old pro. Turns out the reason she dated women was her love of sucking cock which she had neglected to mention but was evident but the hot swirls of sensation that now enveloped my dick! I like a lady, but love a whore more!

Looking down and seeing my dick plunge in and out of her face was more than I had planned or even imagined and the sight of her skirt, now around her ankles and one tit hanging out of her blouse being fondled almost made me cum and that was not what I wanted. Her mouth was voracious! Pulling her ears back I quickly pulled her top off, grabbed her hair and spun her around. Her ankles were still encased by her micro mini which was what and how I wanted her…restrained.

I rubbed my cockhead up and down her slit as May moaned like a bitch in heat! She was so fucking hot with her toned thighs and white ass I wanted to take my time. Make her beg. But I couldn’t wait to feel her pussy surround my dick!   I plunged into her slowly. Putting the length of my cock one-quarter of the way inside. Stroking her adeptly to a series of small orgasms while holding her hair tightly, stopping her wet pussy from pushing down to my thighs until May was coming all over my legs. Every time, I would squeeze her left nipple than roll it around, caressing away the pain, she came. And despite my attempts to hold back and enjoy her writing and movements, I knew I would cum soon too.

“John please!” She moaned in a begging tone. “Put it all the way in!”

I continued my torture for another 30 seconds or so until finally pushing my way to the hilt into her tight, drenched hole. Fucking her deep and hard until I couldn’t take it anymore and felt my balls expand and I pulled out. Sticking my head directly into her asshole as I shot my load inside and all over her perfectly round ass. Then sat down on my kitchen floor watching her as she lay motionless, torso hanging over the top of the chair. Wet and dripping down to her skirt floor from as my sperm was spread around her ass, dripped from her hole.

I stood and kissed her deeply. Picking her up and carrying her off to my bed instead of making her crawl as was my custom. A special act for a special night!