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Broken Birds, Part 28 The Compound on Green Island Time

Part 28
The Compound on Green Island Time
Rafaela’s period arrived with the other girls’ departure. For some reason it was particularly severe. Michael offered to bring Jennifer back, but Rafaela declined. In truth, she wanted Shoshana to have a week with Michael. Rafaela had her children and knew her place in Michael’s heart.
“Michael, I just got my period and this one is a bitch. I’m going to lie down and see if I can feel better,” Rafaela lied.
Shoshana hid her excitement, but silently thanked Rafaela. She saw the truth in Rafa’s dancing eyes.
Shoshana knew Michael was in agony, his world in danger. She remembered when they had caged the beast. She had been waiting for several months to beg a favor. She went to him in his office, a bottle of wine and two glasses in her hands.
“Michael” she called softly before entering. The house seemed oddly silent and felt empty.
He turned, saw the bottle and nodded.
She poured him the first glass and then poured hers.
“Michael, I swore I would never bring my past into our bedroom. I never want anyone to think of what happened to me in that room. I have something to ask you to do, though, so I have to explain.” Tears gathered in Shoshana’s eyes.
It happened about eight months before Beth’s rape. Shoshana, then known as Susan, had been sent by her father to see her brother, Thomas, at his university on “the Hill” during a break. Shoshana knew she would be used as a sex toy for Thomas and his friends, but there was really no choice. David had the money, power and viciousness to force compliance. He and Thomas had raped her and broken her will to resist.
She went, knowing that her sister Lynne might soon be the target of David’s sick lust. Lynne would soon turn seventeen, an age dreaded by the Walsh women.
Thomas was acting strangely. He treated her as his sister, introducing her to his fraternity brothers. Thomas and six of his fraternity brothers sat with Shoshana at dinner. Thomas was called away to the main door. She saw that he was talking to a very young girl with fine brown hair and luminous green eyes and delicate features. She had a high forehead and flawless, pale complexion; a long, thin upturned nose and an oval mouth with a pouting lower lip.
The girl entered the fraternity house tentatively. Thomas led her to the basement. Several of the “brothers” excused themselves.
Another visitor arrived. She had dark hair, sharp features and predatory eyes. She was a bit overweight and carried a large purse.
They locked the front door and turned off all visible lights. Shoshana began to feel fear run through her.
The two remaining fraternity brothers grabbed her arms, lifting her bodily from her chair.
“Time for us to join the party,” the sharp featured woman sneered. She reached out and twisted Shoshana’s left breast, “I want to see those famous nipples!” She ripped Shoshana’s blouse and bra, exposing dark nipples more than an inch long.
“Wow! I’m gonna have a ball with them,” she said with an evil smile on her face.
Thomas stripped the young girl, tied her wrists and ankles together and threw her on the old basement bed. She had no say in what was about to happen. Thomas tied her wrists and ankles to the headboard posts, effectively folding her in half and spreading her open. A video camera recorded every moment of her agony and humiliation.
He looked at Shoshana and simply said, “Strip. Everything off,” he said firmly, a look of loathing clouding his eyes.
She complied. She didn’t try to cover herself. The woman made sure, extending a cattle prod that hovered suggestively over Shoshana’s sex.
The girl on the bed tried to escape her bonds. Though they were padded, they were like steel. Whatever they had in mind was going to happen. The campus was deserted except for a few security guards that had long ago been bribed into compliance.
“Get up there and get her ready. We don’t want to hurt her,” Thomas lied, “This is going to happen. Try to make it good for her.”
Shoshana climbed on the bed. Thomas turned to the sharp-featured woman, “Show me,” he demanded. The woman opened her large purse and began pulling out items.
On the bed, Shoshana looked into the terrified eyes of a young girl named Janet. Most people called her Jan. She was a “townie”, fresh meat for the spoiled children of the rich on “the Hill.”
“Please help me,” she pleaded with Shoshana.
“I can’t stop this from happening, but I can make it not hurt as much,” Shoshana said sadly.
“My uncle is a State Trooper, you’ll never get away with this,” Jan said defiantly.
“Don’t tell them, they might kill you. Let me tell them!” Shoshana said urgently, moving down to Jan’s sex.
She saw some warming lube on the side table and grabbed it. Shoshana desperately spread the lube and added her saliva to try to make Jan’s rape more bearable. Even as she lapped Jan’s virgin pussy, Shoshana formed a desperate plan. She couldn’t oppose Thomas, but perhaps she could use the weak boy, Robert, to stop this from happening.
“Shit, where’re the pins?”
“I’ll go get some,” volunteered Robert.
“Can I go pee? Robert can watch if you want,” Shoshana hoped she sounded sincere.
“Okay bitch, but don’t be long. I want to split this cherry!” Thomas announced.
She left with Robert. Once on the ground floor, she said desperately, “Her uncle’s a state trooper! We’ve gotta stop this or you’ll all go to jail or worse!”
Robert blanched visibly. They heard a scream from the basement. Fearful eyes met fearful eyes. Robert froze, trying desperately to see a way out.
Shoshana’s mind raced. “Robert, go stop this. So far they’ve probably just taken her cherry. I made her pretty wet. There’s probably no real damage. THINK!”
Finally, he nodded and headed back down the stairs.
They entered a room filled with the smells of sex, pain and fear.
Thomas stood to one side, his blood covered cock in the woman’s mouth. As fraternity brother jackhammered his cock into the little girl’s bloody pussy.
“Her uncle’s a State Trooper!” Robert exclaimed.
Hate beamed from Thomas’ eyes, directed at Shoshana.
“They’ll slaughter us. No trial, no judge, they’ll leave us for hog bait,” one of Thomas’ frat brothers said, his voice trembling.
Robert used Shoshana’s explanation as a solution, “Look, we’ve only taken her cherry. We can take a bunch of pictures, digitize them and make it look like she wanted it. We can even change the face of her first fuck. Susan can clean her up and get her off campus. If we keep going, we’re gonna have to kill her and Shoshana and dispose of their bodies.”
Shoshana turned parchment white. Robert was not an innocent. He was just a cowardly monster.
“Fuck!” Thomas exploded. He looked at his blood-covered cock. He looked at Shoshana.
“Get her cleaned up. Then give her a couple of douches and brush her teeth and mouthwash. Got it?”
Shoshana nodded meekly.
Shoshana helped Jan shower, douche and redress. Shoshana walked her to the edge of the campus. A taxi waited.
Shoshana remembered the broken look Jan gave her. “I hope you roast in hell,” Jan said weakly.
Shoshana returned to the fraternity house. It was a bad mistake, but she had nowhere else to go and no money.
Seven sets of angry eyes met her. She surrendered to their hate.
They tied her to the bed in the same position they’d tied Jan. First Thomas, then the other men pounded her pussy until she whimpered in pain, blood dripping from her torn sex. Then the bitch began to play with her. She inserted thin pins in her elongated nipples and clit. Shoshana screamed herself hoarse.
They flipped her over and jack hammered her ass until it too bled bright red blood. They used pins in her nipples and breasts to keep her focused on the agony she now felt.
She was incoherent. She felt someone climb onto the bed.
They adjusted the cameras.
“Meet Max,” Thomas sneered, “this is the surprise we had for Jan. Now it’s yours,” as he led a dog to beside her head. “Suck him.”
He used her hair to twist her head to face the dog’s cock. The bitch had his penis hard and inches from Shoshana’s mouth. When Shoshana refused, they used the dental device one of the brothers had taken from his dentist father. It spread her mouth wide. The bitch guided Max’s penis into a human mouth. Later, the bitch had Max mount Shoshana’s bloody pussy.
One of her attackers complained that her pussy was so loose now that he couldn’t come. The bitch assembled an alum douche and enema to tighten Shoshana’s most intimate and sensitive tunnels. The bitch decided to spice things up. She dropped cocaine and various peppers and mild acids into the douche fluid. She injected it into Shoshana’s vagina.
They filmed her douche.
For a few moments, Shoshana remained quiet. Then her eyes snapped open and she let out an inhuman scream, doubling over in pain. Her screams hurt their ears.
“What’d you put in that?” Thomas demanded of the bitch.
She blanched white.
“Get some fresh water and douche in her. NOW!”
As the girl tried to rinse the douche bag, blood began to ooze from Shoshana’s bloody pussy, the flow increasing by the minute.
Thomas left the room and called his father. He needed help. If Shoshana died, their whole world would collapse.
An ambulance took Shoshana to a private hospital. She kept saying, “It burns,” over and over.
They sedated her. Thomas, as her brother, was the family representative until David could arrive.
The doctor had seen this kind of abuse and injuries before. A feral light burned in his eyes.
“She has significant vaginal and cervical burns. She may not be able to conceive or carry a child to term,” the doctor watched Thomas closely. Thomas really didn’t care. “She needs her vaginal floor repaired. Based on the Alum solution injected into her, someone wanted her tight. It might be preferable to surgically tighten both her anus and vagina.”
Thomas started. Was the doctor suggesting surgically tightening Susan?
“Your father called. He’s consented to the surgical procedures, but you need to agree as her medical representative. Do you want me to tighten her vagina and anus?”
Thomas nodded.
“There are also a number of other things you might want to authorize. Her labia are very swollen and prominent. Some men prefer inner lips that remain inside the outer labia. They call it a “Camel toe”. We can remove the excess lips and implant rings so the lips could be manually stretched to allow entry into her vagina. Since all the surgeries, including the vaginal reconstruction surgery, have the same recovery period, you may also wish to have a ring inserted in her clit hood or through her clit. We can also insert rings through her nipples.”
Thomas’s cock raged. The doctor understood.
“After her sphincter is repaired, we can lighten her ass with certain creams. Perhaps you would like to also increase her oral capabilities. We can modify her tongue and insert a metal stud that she can be trained to use on a man’s penis or a woman’s clitoris.”
“All of it!” Thomas said enthusiastically.
“There’s one other thing. I am very hands-on. I will want to test the modifications before releasing her to have sex. Is that acceptable?”
Thomas nodded enthusiastically.
Michael remained silent as Shoshana relived her trip though hell. He held her as she shuddered with remembered pain and humiliation. She wept at the memory of her permanent disfigurement. Michael knew the story well. He wondered why Shoshana had gone through the obvious pain of recounting it.
“Michael, I want to know that Janet is OK? She thinks I was part of it. Sometimes, I think it’s better not to know but I have to!” she cried in pain.
Michael called Tim. When David had killed himself, Tim’s people had recovered most of the flash drives and photo memory cards. Michael really didn’t want to see them, so he had Tim categorize them.
Michael explained. Tim searched his database. “I think I have both a flash drive and a camera memory card.
“Tim, can you check and see if they match Shoshana’s memory. I want to know what’s happened to this Janet.”
“On it Boss.”
Less than twenty four hours later, Michael had his answer. It would hurt Shoshana terribly.
They had made tender love that morning, knowing they had both time and privacy. Shoshana was ecstatic. Now Michael had to give her horrible news.
She was on the pool deck. “Shosh, got some info on Janet.” Shoshana’s mood instantly evaporated. Fear filled her eyes.
“She’s alive and apparently in good health. Her parents divorced a few years ago and her mother threw her out a week or ten days ago. She’s doing Internet porn and selling herself as a hooker.”
“Before you ask, I’ve asked Alice to poll the other girls to see if they would like to help another broken bird. Alice said it far more complicated since Janet may think of you as an enemy.”
Michael had a plan, but it depended on Janet. If the bitterness and hate had eaten her soul, if she hated Shoshana, Jan would not be allowed to come to the compound. Michael felt empathy for her, but his family came first.
Green Island – Maria
Things accelerated on Green Island.
Saturday night, Maria took Jeff to her room. On the way, they kissed twice. During the first kiss, she moved his hand to her breast; wallowing in the pleasure as he kneaded the soft, firm flesh.
On the second kiss, she caressed his cock through his thin pants, whispering, “I need you in me.”
When they got to her door, Jeff hesitated. “You’re committed to this man?”
“I’ll explain,” she said pulling him inside.
They embraced passionately, but he held her off. She understood that he needed to understand.
Willing her raging hormones to wait, she began, “Michael is a wonderful man. He rescued me from a horrible life of rape and pain. He taught me to love. He knew that I never had a choice, so this week is about me exploring choices. He’s set us free.” She was looking into space.
“Jeff, I want you. I want to make love to you. I want to feel you inside me and perhaps one day to meet our children. But I have been used. I am far from a physical virgin. Not by Michael, but by some very bad people.”
“I promise you, I have made love to only one man. I hope you will be the second and last.”
Jeff looked into her dark eyes and began to drown in her passion. He pulled the small woman to his breast and picked her up, carrying her to the king size bed. He placed her gently in the middle and slid onto the bed, pulling her to him. He tried to go slow. Maria was having none of it.
Clothes few in all directions. Maria desperately wanted this man. She ripped his shirt and fought his belt buttons and zipper to get him naked. She pushed him to the bed on his back and climbed on his chest. He was a bit smaller in stature and size than Michael, but she didn’t care. This was HER man! Without realizing it, she had succumbed to her cultural imperative.
She began to slide down his chest until she felt his cock head touch her distended labia.
She looked into Jeff’s eyes.
“Do you want me? All of me?” Maria asked in a husky voice.
Jeff had never felt passion like this. Instead of answering, his strong hands took her hips and slowly impaled her.
“Slowly love. It will take me some time to adjust to your monster.” Inside Maria giggled. He was smaller than Michael, but she understood male needs.
He stopped and let her adjust, thinking he did not want to hurt this little woman. She adjusted quickly and slowly sat up. Outside the Latin music continued and Maria began to dance on his cock, her hands above her head. She had perfected vaginal muscle control, so her pussy grabbed and caressed the invading shaft.
Jeff was in heaven. Maria’s muscle control sent waves of pleasure directly to his manhood. He was close. His hands closed on her hips, stopping her from her dance of passion that was making him come.
He looked into her frustrated eyes.
“You cum first,” he said softly. It was the perfect thing to say.
She took his hand and placed it thumb down on her clitoris. He rubbed gently. She resumed dancing, moaning and then screaming into the night. He kept caressing her clit and she kept cumming. His lips captured her nipples, sucking them hard and whipping them with his tongue. Her climax seemed endless.
Finally she was spent and fell to his chest. Unlike the harem where others would then please Michael, she needed to make her man cum.
She levered her head to look into his eyes. “Give me a minute and I’ll make sure you feel as special as you’ve made me feel. If you tell me one of your fantasies, I’ll try to make it come true.”
He told her. She ran to the bathroom, gave herself two enemas and returned to him with lube in hand.
Jeff took her ass after which she sucked him until he came in her mouth. She opened her mouth to show him his ejaculate, closed her mouth, swallowed and then showed him her clean tongue.
Later, she felt him cum in her pussy. No condoms for them.
By morning, Maria and Jeff shared dreams of children, futures and threesomes.
On Sunday morning, they went to breakfast together.
Maria and Jeff became inseparable. They snorkeled, watching stingrays try to lift blocks of concrete in the shallow waters. Every moment they spent together seemed to bring them closer.
Alice and Beth noticed sadly that Maria no longer wore her commitment ring. They still smiled, though when they saw her eyes and Jeff’s share a special moment. Maria had her one and only man. They knew it would hurt Michael, but he had known what might happen.
It had only begun.

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“SHARE ME”

Share Me
By Blueheatt
…. Janie was the one who wanted to be shared…..
… When she first told me about it, she said it was very, very secret. I got a hot rush immediately.
…That was just what my fantasy had been for a long time. My husband John had a friend Paul who I had sexual desires for. I had hot yearnings for him, for a long time.
…Paul was single, and the kind of guy that made me hot just looking at him. He was tall, wavy hair and just plain handsome. I would just look at him and picture him feeling my tits and kissing me with passion. I dreamed about him undressing me and getting on top of me and licking my pussy until I climaxed. I never made a move on him, but his eyes told me he may have a secret sexual interest in me. They seemed to look right through my clothes and I had caught him looking at my tits and daydreaming…I wondered what he was thinking. I wanted to find out, and this ‘wife sharing’ thing was just what I wanted to get with Paul.
… I had pretended that it was Paul on top of me instead of John, many times. Late at night I loved the risk of fingered my clit while thinking about Paul fucking me, right while John slept beside us. I then quietly took the finger I had rubbed on my clit with and sucked on it like it was Paul’s cock. I orgasmed every time. I ‘pretend’ fucked Paul every time I got the chance.
…The three of us all watched a porn video once and I got to see Paul get a big hardon. He tried to hide it and caught me looking at it and smiling at him. I had a great fingering orgasm in the shower later that night with my little boyfriend, “Mr. Shower Wand”. I had more orgasms during the night while John slept and snored.
… I pumped Janie for details of how the set up was.
…She started telling me how it all started. Her husbands friend Mark and her were highly attracted to each other. It started with a simple hand squeeze they did when her husband was outside. They stopped and next they were feeling more than hands in the hallway. Mark whispered: (..”does Ron share?”) Janie smiled, paused a minute and whispered back: (“Share…that’s it! I think I know a way he will.”)
… She told Mark what she was going to do ahead of time. She had found out her husband had a girl on the side, so that day, she confronted him with a deal. She said: ( in front of Mark) “Mark and I want you to share me with Mark. You do your ‘thing‘ and we‘ll do ours. We don‘t really want to sneak around and have an affair behind your back. ”
…Her husband knew he was found out, and agreed to the deal. Now he could go and have his affair without the fear of being caught. They all agreed on it and set these terms. Janie would go to Marks place whenever she wanted, and hubby would go see his girlfriend whenever he wanted.
….That night Janie headed over to Marks and her husband headed for his girlfriends.
…Janie tried to describe what it was like to have the freedom to have sex with Mark for the first time…she had to sit down as she got out of breath. She looked into space and just said: “Awesome Lisa…mind blowing awesome. I got to have new and fresh sex….I….we‘ve.. done new things…..” She just smiled and stared into space.
.. “Janie, hold those stories! I have to leave, but we’ll get together again for more.” I said.
… I didn’t need to hear anymore as my pussy began to pulse and was get soaked. Her story made me so hot I had to go home and take one of my ‘finger’ showers. I sat on the shower floor with my legs up on the wall and let the warm water flow on my clit. Now ‘I’ was getting some of that ‘awesome’ too.
…Damn, her situation was way different than mine. My husband John doesn’t cheat and he would never share me…I don’t think…
….That was how I left it, but then I talked to John about …hidden desires that night. I told him people have them but keep them suppressed. He smiled big and said: “You have them, and…so do I. My family would go crazy if hey knew what I’d really like to do. ” I was highly interested in just what he’d ’really like to do’. It seems he had a deep hidden desire to have sex with our once a week house keeper Gina. She was a very cute girl and very sexy. She really liked John and once secretly ask him if he had a girlfriend on the side. He said he told her no, he didn’t do that. She said if he ever changed his mind, to let her know, because she would love to have sex with him.
…My mind went crazy trying to think of a ’deal’ we could make to both kind of ’share’ us with another person. I approached it with a ’what if’ kind of a deal.
…I snuggled up to him and whispered: (“..what if…. we allowed a ’sharing’ of us …oh say once and a while. We could ’try’ it and see if it would work. We wouldn’t be cheating because we would be fully aware of what the other person was doing.” He laid his head back on the pillow and stared into space. He had to be thinking of fucking that housekeeper, all young with her hot body. He began to smile. He turned to me and said: “I bet I know who you’ll like to be shared with.” I didn’t say a word, to see if he could guess. “He said: “Ron.” I couldn’t hide my smile and said: “I won’t lie to you, but ’yes’, it would be him.” He said: “I know Ron real well and he’s cool. I bet he’ll go for it too. Do you want to approach him, or shall I?” I said: “Let me feel him out on the idea. If he’s a ’go’ I’ll tell him to talk to you to verify the deal…Ok?” We agreed and agreed that also, we could fantasize about them while we had sex at times. A deal was struck. He would accept Gina’s offer to have sex with him.
… After that heart stopping deal, we were both really turned on. We attacked each other and then turned out all the lights.
…We fantasized we were with our new selected lovers and just let the fantasies flow. I pretended Ron was on top of me and kissing my tits as John did it. He pretended he was sucking on Gina’s young tits and was in his own heaven. He next went down to my pussy and licked it like it was the young girl. I felt like it was Ron’s tongue in my pussy.
….It was a ‘major‘…turn on for both of us. We hadn’t been this horny since we fucked in the backseat of the car at the grocery story one time.
…I turned and got his cock in my mouth as he licked my pussy good. I pretended it was Ron’s cock and began to suck it fast. He pulled my legs around his head and sucked on my clit like it was the first one he ever sucked on. We were making each other hotter than ever. We rolled, turned, licked, kissed, and finally he put his cock in me. We didn’t last long as my legs were pushed up and my legs were being slapped by his body fucking me. This was great but then… out of my mouth came, (“..fuck me Ron…fuck me good baby.”) he replied instantly. (“..Gina you feel so hot in your pussy…”).
…This had really enhanced our sex together. Pretending to fuck our chosen lovers, with a big ‘go’ from our spouses. I couldn’t wait to let Janie know, I too was being shared with a man I choose…
…Wednesday was the day Gina came, and I made sure I was leaving when she came. I smiled at her and all I said was: “You two have a great time.” She smiled big as her and John had already talked on the phone and set the deal with my approval. I couldn’t wait to hear how it went while I went to….Ron’s apartment. John and I both talked to him and he was mega all for it. This was our first meeting.
…The second that door closed we were at each other. We mumbled between kissing and panting for air how we had only fantasized about us ever getting together. We stripped us naked right in the front room. He picked me up and carried me to his bed. I think my pussy started dripping right then.
…It was the first time since I got married that another man was making love to me. It was exciting and still it had that ‘risky’ feeling to it.
… We started in completely different that John and I. He licked me in new places and I licked his rock hard on. It was a little bigger than Johns, but who was keeping track. I moaned new things to him. “Take me Ron, take all you want…hold me down and fuck me hard baby.”
… I had always want to say these thing to John but we just didn’t. Ron was strong and rolled me over and fingered my pussy rough from behind. He grabbed my hips and pulled them up and in went his warm cock. He leaned over and said: “Tell me how good that feels…tell me how hot is makes you, fuck back with me…yeah that’s it Lisa. You’re my private pussy now, so get ready for the fucking of you life.”
…John had never talked to me this way and it was exciting me like a school girls first fuck. I said: “Will you be my boyfriend for ever and ever?” He rolled me over and smiled. He said: “Is this your first time girl? I’ll just have to teach you all about sex, it looks like.”
…It was our ’first time’ and it had that same exciting feeling to it. I whispered: (“..yes, it’s ’our’ first time, so lets fuck and quit talking.” We didn’t talk anymore, just moaned and gasp for air. We got each other excited, as the sexual high went up and up. I felt so damn good to have variety in sex as I let him play with me. I was in a happy, sexually crazed mood He started rolling me all over like a rag doll, fucking me this way and then that way as I was helplessly enjoying it all. He had sexual energy and he was going to make this first time one to remember for us both.
…He put my legs out and licked his way up to my tits. He kept going until I felt his cock enter my waiting pussy. I finally felt his cock slide in me. I clamped him up like steel trap. He moaned as I ground hard on his cock. I just had to whisper: (“..you better fuck me good and hard.”)
…With that we became a fucking machine. With us both fucking as hard and fast as we could, his bed started to shake hard. I dug my fingers in his back and moaned..”…fuck me Ron, harder baby…deeper baby make me cum hard.”
…I don’t even know where that kind of talk came from, but I liked saying it for change. I watch his face get red as I felt a mega climax building in me. About the third slow and final thrust and his cock exploded in me. I felt his cum shot all the way to the back of my pussy. I loved feeling his cum blast in me. I started squirting out of control as my climax hit me and I couldn’t stop shaking for a minute. He let out a moan like a lion, and just kept right on fucking me hard. I locked him up with my legs and arms.
I trembled as I had the longest climax of my life….

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Principal Johnson Is Hard On The New Teacher

Principal Johnson Is Hard On The New Teacher
By rutger5 (Copyright 2012)
“Shanika stop, you shouldn’t be doing that, please no” I heard the voice come through the earpiece that was nestled comfortably in my ear.
Well let me start at the beginning. My name is Reginald Johnson and I’m the principal of Martin Luther King Jr. High in school district 5, the toughest, poorest district in the city. Our students for the most part are minority and the majority come from single parent homes. Obviously we’re always near the bottom in academic rankings citywide and we certainly have our fair share of troubled youths. However in spite of this we do have a sense of community and school spirit and we are a perennial powerhouse in sports often winning city titles in basketball especially.
I shifted my large frame in my chair as I adjusted the laptop that sat on the desk before me. There was quite a show taking place on its screen which was commanding my interest right now. Shanika McPhatter, the starting center of the girl’s basketball team, had her big body pressed up against the much smaller body of her homeroom teacher Ms. Chance.
“Shanika what are you doing? Oh please stop it!” the pretty blonde teacher cried out but her entreaty had no discernible affect on the student.
The two were standing a few feet from the classroom door with Ms. Chance pressed against the wall as Shanika’s arms surrounded her while she repeatedly kissed her teacher’s neck. As I watched the student’s hand moved to where she was able to grab Ms. Chance’s breast through the material of the blouse as she continued kissing her. It seemed these actions were starting to have an effect because in between her protests a few low moans escaped the teacher’s mouth.
“Why are you doing this? Ooh! I thought you wanted my help with something.”
The teen stopped what she was doing long enough to answer her teacher before returning to the task at hand.
“But you are helping me Ms. Chance, with my sex-ed. Ever since I first saw you I’ve wondered how your white pussy would taste and today I plan on finding out so stop your struggling.”
She laughed after she said that and resumed kissing the woman but this time she planted her lips firmly on the surprised teacher’s mouth. It appeared from my vantage point that after her initial shock Ms. Chance was now responding and returning Shanika’s kiss. Sensing that the tide was turning in her favor Shanika redoubled her efforts. Her muscular leg pressed between the thighs of her victim and she managed to unbutton the top two buttons on Ms. Chance’s blouse.
That move seemed to spur Ms. Chance’s resistance as she managed to break the kiss and she seemed to struggle to free herself but her strength was no match for Shanika’s. The girl easily held her in place with one arm as her lips now tasted the pale white flesh that had been exposed when the blouse had been unbuttoned. She was feasting on the skin right over the woman’s breasts and as I watched Shanika pulled the bra down freeing a breast. Though Ms. Chance was petite and probably weighed around one hundred pounds her breast was round and full for her size.
Not wasting a moment the senior center fastened her hungry mouth onto the breast and sucked causing Ms. Chance to let out a long moan. The girl continued to suckle one while her hand squeezed the other breast at the same time. Ms. Chance threw her head back now and I saw her eyes were tightly shut. The hand that wasn’t fondling the breast now slipped down and seized the woman’s buttock pushing it harder against the intruding leg.
This was becoming a little too much for me now so I stood for a moment allowing me to unfasten my pants. I pushed them and my boxers down freeing my erect trouser snake which sprang upwards after being freed of its confinement. After retaking my seat I discovered that Ms. Chance’s hand was running through the short nappy hair of Shanika who continued to sample the breast flesh.
Without warning Shanika lifted Ms. Chance by wrapping an arm around her waist and straightening her much taller body up. She started to walk carrying her teacher and disappeared from the screen as they traveled beyond the range of the camera. Cursing silently I fiddled with my keyboard which sent the signal remotely to the camera allowing me to adjust its angle. It took only a moment to sweep the classroom and once I saw they were now by Ms. Chance’s desk I focused the camera there.
Truthfully getting this state of the art surveillance system installed on the down low was perhaps my best administrative decision I thought with a chuckle. It had been almost too easy in retrospect. All I had to do was feel out the companies that were bidding on providing the school with an alarm system to see who was willing to go the extra mile. Since they would be installing both a new modern fire alarm system as well as a burglar alarm system for all the entrances to the building, with a monitoring contract as well, there was plenty of money to be made. All I asked was that a tiny hidden camera be put in every room of the building at the same time. They were linked to computer software that only I had access to and voila – I could see what was happening anywhere on my computer including of course all the locker rooms and showers.
By now Shanika had placed Ms. Chance on the desk and as I watched pulled her skirt down and off her. No sense in waiting any longer I decided as it would take me some time to reach the classroom they were in as it was on a different floor than my office. Once I was sure that it was recording I removed the earpiece then reluctantly forced my erection back into my pants. Though it was unlikely I’d run into someone at this late time of day it made no sense to take a chance. I don’t think the principal being discovered walking the halls with his hard cock exposed would be considered a positive thing.
Locking my office door behind me I headed for the staircase. The classroom in question was on the third floor while my office was on the first so I climbed the two flights and turned down the hallway. When I was getting close I did my best to keep quiet as I didn’t want to do anything to announce my presence prematurely. Once I reached the door I slowly brought my face to the small window which allowed me to look in.
What a scene I witnessed there – I doubt I could ever forget it. Ms. Chance was flat on her back on the surface of the desk nude from the waist down but for her shoes as Shanika was bent at the waist with her face buried between her teacher’s creamy white thighs. Ms. Chance’s legs rested on Shanika’s shoulders and I could hear the moans even through the closed door. Shanika’s tongue must have been busy as Ms. Chance was writhing around on the desk with one hand grasping her licker’s hair while the other was playing with her own breast and squeezing her nipple.
It seemed that I arrived at a most fortuitous moment for less than a minute later Ms. Chance let out a drawn out moan and I observed her body stiffen as Shanika continued to lick her. Pausing just long enough to adjust my Johnson rod I opened the door and burst into the room.
“What in tarnation is going on here?” I demanded in my loud booming voice.
Immediately the two of them reacted although in totally different ways. Shanika pulled away from Ms. Chance allowing the teacher’s legs to fall as she straightened up and turned to face me. Ms. Chance did her best to curl into a ball as one hand attempted to pull her blouse closed and the other tried to cover her exposed pussy.
“Well I’m waiting for an answer” I practically shouted.
“Oh thank God you showed up Mr. Johnson” Shanika replied “Ms. Chance told me if I didn’t have sex with her that she’d fail me and I wouldn’t be eligible to play basketball.”
“Shanika that isn’t true, how can you say that?” Ms. Chance managed to get out before I ordered her to be quiet.
“Shut up now Ms. Chance and don’t say anything more at this time. Shanika are you all right, do you need me to call the police?”
“I-I-I don’t know Mr. Johnson, I’m not sure what to do right now.”
“Well let’s get you out of here to start with. And you” I directed at Ms. Chance “don’t even think of leaving.”
With that I put my arm around Shanika’s shoulder and led her from the classroom shutting the door behind us. We walked a bit down the hallway at which time Shanika turned and looked at me.
“Did I do good Mr. Johnson?” she asked with a smile now on her face.
“Better than good Shanika, you were great” I told her as I handed her five twenty dollar bills.
She slid the money into her pants pocket then winked at me.
“I tell you what Principal, right now Ms. Chance is ready for you if you catch my meaning.”
That was what I was counting on I thought as I headed back to the classroom. When I opened the door I had the sternest expression on my face that I could manage. Ms. Chance was now standing by the desk fully clothed and she was sobbing. Again closing the door I briskly strode toward her.
“What the hell were you thinking? Is that how you get your kicks? Coming here to the inner city and exploiting an at-risk youth for your own perverted desires.”
“No Principal Johnson, it’s not like that. It didn’t happen that way…” she began before I cut her off.
“Well I know what I saw. A teacher, a person in a position of power, being sexually serviced by a confused young person. Maybe that wasn’t you I heard moaning like a cat in heat?”
“I was moaning Principal Johnson but she caused…”
“So now you’re blaming the victim, is that it? That should go over good with the media, a privileged white teacher from suburbia blaming her minority inner city victim. I don’t know if you realize the potential consequences of your actions. Obviously the end of your promising teaching career and that would be getting off lucky. You would become famous, or more accurately infamous and you’d be hounded by the press constantly. And that’s not even taking the law into account. Corrupting the morals of a minor would be a slam dunk case and I’m not sure what other charges might apply. I don’t think you’d do well in jail. And of course there’s the possibility of a civil lawsuit.”
By now Ms. Chance was sobbing uncontrollably, the tears streaming down her face taking her makeup with them so that her face was a mess. Her pert nose was red and running as well. Her chest was heaving with each sob and her whole body seemed to be trembling. All in all she was right where I wanted her to be. I reached out and touched her shoulder gently. Like a frightened deer she almost jumped out of her fashionable heels.
“But I believe there might be a way out of this Whitney, you don’t mind me calling you Whitney do you?”
“No, no of course not Principal Johnson” she replied with a tiny bit of hope now sounding in her voice.
“The thing is I don’t believe Shanika wishes for this to come out for her own reasons. It wouldn’t be the kind of attention she wants to receive either. Luckily her mother and I attend the same church so I have some influence.”
I could see Ms. Chance was starting to think that maybe things would turn out not so bad after all when I hit her with what I said next.
“However in spite of Shanika’s wishes the onus falls on me to report what I witnessed first hand. With my own eyes I saw her eating your pussy.”
Where a minute ago she saw light at the end of the tunnel she was now plunged into darkness once again.
“Tell me Ms. Chance, why should I overlook your conduct?”
“Maybe I can’t give you a reason that you’ll accept Principal Johnson but I beg you to reconsider reporting me.”
“Well for someone begging you’re not doing a very good job Whitney. A good first step to prove your sincerity would be to get on your knees. NOW!” I commanded her.
She appeared shocked about my “suggestion” but slowly she sank to her knees and once she did Whitney looked up at me with her ice blue eyes.
“Now repeat after me. I Ms. Whitney Chance humbly beg Principal Johnson…” I began then waited.
“I Ms. Whitney Chance humbly beg Principal Johnson” she repeated in a quiet tone that barely registered over a whisper.
“Louder Whitney – I can’t hear you.”
“I Ms. Whitney Chance humbly beg Principal Johnson” she repeated this time in a louder voice.
“Not to report my sexually deviant conduct” I said with a smirk.
“Not to report my sexually deviant conduct” she said parroting my words.
“And in appreciation of him sparing me the punishment I so richly deserve I will do my best to please him in every way.”
After I said this a blank expression came over her face as it sunk in that this would not be the walk in the park she no doubt expected. But if she believed that I was going to accept her hesitation she was sadly mistaken. Without warning I leaned forward before delivering a sharp smack to her face then roughly grabbed her by the hair.
“Repeat it!” I practically yelled at her.
“And in appreciation of him sparing me the punishment I so richly deserve I will do my best to please him in every way” she managed to get out but she had already started to cry again and appeared terrified.
I strode over to her desk and I yanked on her hair as I did forcing Whitney to follow me on her knees. Once I got there I released her hair and she sank down lower seemingly trying to disappear within herself.
“Look at me Whitney and don’t turn away unless I give you permission” I ordered.
Reluctantly she looked up at me again and once I was sure I had her full attention my hands went to my waist. First I unbuckled my belt before unfastening my trousers. Her eyes were as wide as saucers now that she knew what was coming and I didn’t make her wait long.
My thick fingers pushed both my trousers and boxers down at the same time once again freeing my thick, black mamba. If I thought her eyes were big before it was nothing compared to what happened when she saw that. An audible gasp escaped her mouth when she was confronted with my erection. Slowly I stroked my cock with Whitney only a foot away from it.
Since it had been hard since I first observed her with Shanika it had been leaking pre-cum for some time now. It caused the skin to be slippery as I spread it with my hand. My free hand grabbed her by the head and since my hand is large I was able to actually have my thumb against her forehead while my fingers cupped the back of her head as they slid through her silky golden hair.
“Open your mouth as wide as you can” I demanded to which she hastily complied.
With one motion I drove my hard cock to the back of her mouth making her cough. Still holding her head I slapped her lightly with my other hand then took hold of her head with that hand as well.
“Whitney I’m going to fuck your face. You are going to take it like the white whore you are. I don’t want to feel teeth on me either. If you understand blink twice as I doubt you can talk with my cock in your pretty mouth.”
Her blue eyes closed and opened twice letting me know she understood. Now with the preliminaries out of the way and my hands holding her head in place I began to thrust forward. It felt like heaven to me as I slid in and out of her wet mouth, her lips forming an O around my thick shaft. With each movement my bulbous head reached the back of her mouth yet still much of my erection remained outside her orifice.
“Suck on it Whitney and use your tongue as well. Your goal is to make me feel good so give it your best shot.”
She did her best to comply and soon I felt her tongue wriggling against the sensitive underside of my cock as it moved in and out. She also applied as much pressure as she could with her lips and soon I was moaning from the feeling. Because I’d been aroused for some time previously I wasn’t sure about how long I’d last so I decided to slow things down. My hands pulled her off of me forcefully leaving Whitney gasping and strands of saliva clinging to me especially on my cock head.
“Stand up” I said as I pulled on her hair at the same time.
Once she stood before me I let go of her head and instead put my hands on her blouse. With each hand I took hold of a side and yanked it open sending buttons popping in all directions. Whitney gasped but I paid no mind as my hands continued to pull on the material so that it slid from her shoulders and down her arms. Once it was off her I tossed it to the floor then I reached up and unclasped her bra freeing her small breasts. Her nipples caught my attention as their pinkness contrasted with her fair white skin.
“Now that’s what I call mancandy” I said as my arms snaked around her tiny waist and lifted her up in the air.
My mouth fastened on her breast sucking it into my mouth and then I bit down on her nipple. Whitney cried out from the mixture of pleasure and pain as my teeth tugged on it. After a minute I switched to her other one where I garnered a similar reaction. While I did this my fingers found the zipper on her pencil skirt and pulled it down which allowed my other hand to slip under the material and cup her ass cheek.
Since it encountered bare smooth flesh I assumed, correctly it turned out, that like many of the women today Whitney favored wearing thongs. I dug my fingers deep in her flesh and twisted making her cry out in pain which was music to my ears. My mouth released her nipple so I could speak.
“That’s right Whitney let me know how it feels and it’s just the beginning. You’ll be crying for your momma before I’m done with you.”
Putting her down I now pushed her skirt past her hips so that it slid to the floor leaving her wearing just her black thong panties and heels. Next I loosened and removed my tie.
“Turn around and cross your wrists behind your back slut.”
Not wanting to, but afraid not to, Whitney turned her back to me. As I wrapped the tie around her wrists my eyes were drawn to her tight little ass. It was well formed but on the small side much like her narrow hips. What she needed was to spit out a few babies to allow her body to expand naturally I thought and perhaps I could help with that. Once her hands were tied tightly my fingers pulled up on the back section of her thong which forced the material deep into her pussy slit.
“You are such a hot little tramp Whitney” I told her before biting the nape of her neck.
As my mouth continued its assault and I slid the thong back and forth my other hand reached around and twisted a nipple hard. She tried to remain silent but I was stimulating too many points at once and she was forced to moan. My hand released her nipple and I moved it down her body over her rib cage first and from their over her flat little tummy. During this due to the disparities in our height my hard cock was pressing into her back but I bent my knees enough so that I was able to maneuver my thick shaft between her legs. It rubbed against her inner thighs as well as her panty covered muff.
My hand slipped under the fabric and brushed the silky smooth hair as it continued down. It hit pay dirt a second later when it came in contact with her wet little pussy. When my finger rubbed her clit Whitney again moaned and when the tip forced its way between her swollen lips I felt her whole body shudder.
“You little whore” I murmured in her ear “you’re cumming from me putting my finger in you, aren’t you?”
I continued to work it deeper but it wasn’t easy as her pussy was extremely tight. Finally I had my whole finger inside Whitney so I started to wiggle it back and forth. She managed to spread her legs a bit wider to assist in her violation. The hand that had held her thong now reached up and took hold of her throat.
“You never answered me Whitney when I asked you if you came. I expect an answer when I ask a question.”
Slowly my grip tightened on her neck which prompted a response from her.
“Yes I came, are you happy?”
“No not until I cum will I be happy but I’m glad you admit that you’re a whore.”
Right as I said that I forced a second finger into her and if I wasn’t holding her securely I think she might have tried to escape. As it was her body twisted and turned but I persevered and pushed it into her.
“Fuck baby girl you have the tightest pussy I’ve ever felt. What’s the matter your boyfriend isn’t doing the job?”
“Ooh damn! Its too much Principal Johnson, please take one of those fingers out of me” she said before adding “and right now I don’t have a boyfriend.”
“If I take a finger out then how can I stretch that pussy? If you think two fingers are too much what do you think will happen when I put my big cock in you?”
“No please don’t, you’ll kill me.”
“No the only way I’d kill you is if you don’t let me. Besides it seems you’d die happy my way. Now its time for you to suck my cock again. Get it nice and wet Whitney to help it go in.”
With that I pulled my fingers out and let go of her slender neck. I pushed her so she was bent at the waist over the desk and moved my body in front of her head. Gathering all her hair up in one fist I pulled her head forward as I put my cock by her mouth. She opened it and swallowed my head inside and started to circle it with her tongue. It felt good but what I needed was saliva so as I held her in place with her hair I pushed deeper into her hot mouth.
Whitney almost gagged as I repeatedly hit the entrance to her throat with my cockhead but it was accomplishing my goal of lubricating me. After a particularly deep thrust Whitney coughed up some saliva and I decided I was ready. I pulled out of her mouth and now walked behind her. My hand stroked my cock as the other yanked her thong down to her knees. Pressing the head to her entrance I grabbed her hip then pushed forward.
Whitney cried out loudly as I sank a couple of inches in her pussy channel but it could go no further. Instead of trying to force myself deeper I rotated my hips which brought us both pleasure and also aided in stretching her out. I continued in this manner, managing to slowly slip more of my shaft into her. She was moaning a lot now as my cock stimulated her internal nerves and she sure was stimulating mine.
Once I was a little more than halfway in there I changed my motion and started to slide out of her. When just my head was nestled between her lips I thrust forward a little further. Again I grabbed her hair in a fist and now I began to fuck her for real. While I did I looked down and watched my thickness work between her pretty pink pussy lips and that was quite a sight. But for some reason as I did my eyes were drawn to her little asshole. It was tiny and looked as if was never used even for its primary purpose.
Even though I rarely had anal sex there was something about it that was calling out to me and I responded. I stuck my pinky in my mouth and wet it before forcing the tip in her back hole. Whitney started to squirm and cry like a crazy person but with her hands tied behind her as well as being bent over as I fucked her there was nothing she could do but take it.
Just the thought of forcing myself in her ass that was now resisting just my pinky excited me so much that it pushed me past the edge. With a final thrust I drove further into Whitney’s pussy as my rigid cock swelled even larger. Then the floodgates opened as I showered her insides with my thick, rich cum.
“No please Principal Johnson” she pleaded “don’t cum in me, I’m not on birth control.”
“Then it’s just the way I want it baby girl” I gasped as I fired again and again in her tiny, tight pussy. “With any luck I’ll breed you and if not today then soon.”
With that I forced my cock a little deeper to help guide the sperm where it needed to go. Even while I was cumming I continued forcing my pinky deeper in her stinker until it was swallowed up. By wiggling it around I opened her ass up a tiny bit more. When no more cum came from me I eased out of her now well fucked pussy making Whitney groan with disappointment.
“Have no fear, I’ll soon be fucking you again. But first let me put you where I want.”
After first removing my pinky I lifted the petite teacher and laid her on her back across her desk so that Whitney’s head hung over one end and her ass was at the opposite edge with her legs hanging in the air. Positioning my body by her face I placed my cock by her lips and Whitney knew what to do. Once her red lips opened I guided my partially hard cock between them. Immediately she went back to work, licking and sucking my head and shaft.
“That’s it you little cocksucker, work that black cock good” I told her as I slid my jacket off but before I put it on the desk I slid my cell from the inner breast pocket.
I waited until her head was turned the right way where I could see her whole profile as she sucked me. It took only a few seconds to take a couple of candid shots and once I did Whitney freaked out on me. She managed to pull her mouth free pissing me off.
“What are you doing Principal Johnson? My God you have to delete those” she said raising her voice.
My answer was a smack to her face followed by my large hand closing around her throat and cutting off her oxygen. I leaned in until our faces were just inches apart as I stared into her blue eyes. They were darting all over in a panic as I squeezed.
“Now what Ms. Whitney Chance is forgetting is that I call the shots, not her. You will do whatever I say slut. If I tell you to turn tricks like a ten dollar whore you will do as you’re told. Understand?”
She nodded her head yes as much as she was able to under the circumstances so I released her. Whitney gasped for a minute as she filled her lungs but I was already on the move. Positioning myself between her spread legs I lifted them and placed them against my beefy torso and once they were in place I drove in her pink again.
My hands found and painfully twisted her rock hard nipples as I sawed in and out of her. I pounded her as fast as I was able to going halfway in with each thrust with the purpose of fully regaining my erection. Once I accomplished my goal I withdrew my cock and lowered it a couple of inches so the head touched her ass hole. Since I was freely leaking pre-cum I rubbed it on her puckered hole to assist in what was about to happen.
“Have you ever been fucked in the ass Whitney?” I asked though I think I already knew the answer.
She shook her head no, and I could see the fear in her baby blues.
“No I haven’t Principal Johnson. Please don’t, I’m begging you not to. You’re too big and you’ll kill me.”
“It will hurt but you’ll survive” I said as I grabbed the back of her neck and forced her head up so I could see her face clearly. “Besides it’s your fault for having such a cute little ass.”
With those words I forced my big mushroom head into her sphincter and kept going until the head managed to pop inside. She let out such a wail that I felt compelled to pick up her thong and put it in her open mouth. With that out of the way I continued to push deeper. Her ass was so tight that it almost hurt but I was undeterred and kept forcing my shaft further up her. Not until my balls touched her ass cheeks did I pause and then only momentarily.
Tears were streaming from Whitney’s eyes and down her cheeks and she was still moaning in pain though the thong muffled that some. Again I raised my phone and took two pictures. The first was of her tear streaked face with her pain reflected clearly and the second showed the cause for it. My thick black shaft buried almost to the hilt in her no longer virgin ass.
Once that business was concluded I placed the cell down and started to work her hole. For the most part I kept most of my cock buried in her as it was so tight that I didn’t wish to move much. The pleasure on me was just too intense to sacrifice so I rotated my hips in a clockwise motion. Occasionally I’d piston in and out just to change things up. However just being squeezed by her viselike sphincter was taking its toll on me so I decided to go for it.
Leaning forward so that her legs were pushed toward her chest I began to pull almost all of the way out. With just my head remaining I drove all the way in. Each time I did this Whitney whimpered in pain which only spurred me on to go faster. My balls heavy with another dose of baby batter slapped her ass with each thrust now stimulating me even more.
“Come on Whitney, squeeze those muscles if you want this to end sooner” I told her.
Her face looked doubtful but she seemed to be trying her best as I felt her ass tighten a little more. I was grunting as well now as I went balls deep with each thrust. My free hand squeezed her cheek hard as I felt my orgasm approach. At the last second I pulled from her now gaping ass and just managed to put my cock in her little pussy as I exploded.
“Fuck baby girl, here is another batch of cum for you” I said as I painted her pussy white with sperm.
My heavy body sank on her, nearly crushing a helpless Whitney with my bulk. After I regained my breath I managed to push up a little so she could breathe. My hand pulled the thong from her mouth and once I pulled out of her I wiped my cock clean with her thong. Moving as if in a fog I slowly fixed my clothing. Rolling Whitney onto her side I then untied her hands and put my tie in my pocket. Now that I’d cum I was all business with her.
“Ms. Chance starting tomorrow I expect you to report for duty in detention hall as part of your expanded duties. You will receive no compensation for this, in fact according to the official schedule the various teachers assigned will continue to get credit for it. At the conclusion of detention you will report to my office where you will satisfy my urges or any one else who I tell you to satisfy. Is that clear?”
She blinked a couple of times as comprehension dawned on her that for all practical purposes she was no longer in control of her fate. Instead she was my sexual plaything until I tired of her and even then I had no intention of freeing her from my control.
“I understand Principal Johnson” she said submissively with her eyes cast down.
“Just a couple more things Ms. Chance. One I expect you to present me with your ovulation schedule as soon as possible. If you need to consult with your physician to get an accurate reading that is okay. Number two you are forbidden to go on dates or have sexual relations with anyone except on my specific orders. Do I make myself clear?”
“Very clear Principal Johnson.”
“Good now let me go as my wife will have dinner ready soon. I will see you tomorrow” I said as I headed for the door. As I closed it behind me Ms. Chance was curled in a ball on the desk softly sobbing.
THE END
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Fiction

Blackmail Part 2

This is the 2nd part of an earlier piece. It follows on from the first; it is not a standalone work. It may be an idea to read the 1st part.

Fiction

Jessica’s Toy

I pulled into the driveway not entirely sure what to expect. We’d chatted for hours online, but never met face to face save for several webcam talks. Now, to serve dinner as a submissive for her and her friend…it seemed like a big step.
I was both excited and nervous, triple checking the address to be sure I had the right house. Eleven Townline road, the mailbox confirmed my suspicions. I looked around, there was a beast up Wrangler in the driveway along with a newer Intrepid. Jessica’s, my soon to be mistress, and her friend Lindsey’s. Her parents were off enjoying a cruise in some warmer locale.
I stepped out of the car and grabbed the packages. There were two grocery bags, containing the requisite ingredients for the dinner I’d be making, and a backpack full of dirtier things. I paused for a moment, looking at the front of the house. It was a grayish brown ranch, fairly cookie cutter with windows on either side of the front door. There were stone steps leading up to is and a dilapidated sidewalk. The yard itself carried no decorations, there was a telephone pole near the road on the opposite side as the driveway, but that was all.
Growing more nervous by the second, I walked slowly up the path to the door. Setting the bags down, I knocked heavily. I could see shapes stirring around inside and heard the thud of footsteps. Sure enough, a few seconds later the door opened. “Hey, you must be Alex,” she said with a smile. She was tall, an inch taller than me at 5’11” and slim without being gaunt. Her body had an alluring shapeliness to it, even at her height.
She brushed a long strand of brown hair over her shoulder, looking at me expectantly. “Yes Mistress,” I replied, diverting my eyes and giving a little bow.
“Excellent,” she said with a grin and invited me in.
I stepped off to the side and ditched my shoes in the appropriate pile. To the right was a spacious living room complete with an L-shaped sectional couch and large recliner. The television blared quietly in the far right corner as the room’s only occupant turned to look at me.
“It’s him?” Lindsey asked, eyeing me head to toe. “Niiice,” she remarked grinning. I suddenly felt like I was under a microscope as the two women made no pretenses of getting a good long look at me.
Lindsey, a contrast to Jessica was a bit shorter and stockier, but while she had some extra weight, it came at the advantage of a bosom that was far more filled out than Jessica’s B-cups. Jessica unzipped my backpack and peered inside smiling at its contents. Satisfied, she set it aside, looking at me once more.
“So…” she started, a smile playing across her lips.
“So…” I echoed. Lindsey had turned completely and was giving me her undivided attention. I began to turn red, knowing what was coming next.
“So you’re a little overdressed,” Jessica said with a malicious grin. “Once you get the socks off, you can start with the shirt.”
I slipped my socks into my shoes off to the side, then pulled my long sleeved T-shirt over my head. Being late February it had been a bit chilly outside, though the weather was slowly warming as the days passed. She held out her arm and I handed it over. “That one too,” she said, as I started relieveing myself of my short sleeve.
“Niiice,” Lindsey said at my bare torso, still watching from the couch.
“Now the good stuff,” Jessica continued, pointing at my jeans. I hesitated for a moment before loosening the button. My cock had started to rise to the embarrassment of the situation. Red faced, I was turned on nonetheless. I unzipped the jeans and lowered them slowly, placing those in her hands as well.
My cock, while not fully hard, was making itself obvious against the fabric of the boxers. “Only one thing left,” Jessica continued, looking downwards. I stood there, turning redder by the moment. “Come on now,” she urged.
Reluctantly, I parted with the boxers too, sliding them slowly down my legs, around my ankles and standing to place them in her hands. “No covering,” she scolded as my arms had wandered too far in front of me.
“Yes Mistress,” I answered, moving them to my sides, and then holding my wrist behind my back, affording her an unobstructed view. She grinned as my cock was still slowly making it’s way upwards to its full seven inch length.
“Be right back,” she said, walking down the hallway to my left with my clothes. “No covering,” she reminded me, disappearing.
“Looks like you’re enjoying yourself,” Lindsey remarked, as my cock was now pointing straight up.
“Yes Mistress,” I answered quietly.
“Well we have a fun night for you,” Lindsey said with a laugh as Jessica returned.
“Better get started,” Jessica said, staring me up and down before smirking at my hard cock. I grabbed the bags and headed straight back into the kitchen. There was a large opening in the wall so that you could see most of it from the living room. Jessica sat down on the couch, but the two of them had no shame in stealing glances towards my nude form.
The meal was to be relatively simple, baked chicken with stuffing, gravy and mashed potatoes. I prepped the chicken and slid it in the oven before turning my attention to the side dishes. None of the three were terribly hard to make, but keeping them all going at the same time got a bit tricky. I got out the necessary ingredients and begun preparing the various pots.
Before long, I was waiting for each to come to a boil, while checking on the chicken. Jessica came into the room to check on my progress. I didn’t notice her approach until she slapped me on the ass, causing both me and my dick to jump.
“Thought I’d put this on now,” she informed me, sliding a black collar around my neck and padlocking it shut in the back. Eblazoned in white letters against the dark leather, it read “Slave.”
“Perfect,” she said, surveying her work. “Just one more thing,” she linked a long black leash to the D-ring on the front of the collar and secured it to the stove. I could still open and close it, but aside from that I wasn’t afforded much movement. “Awesome,” she remarked before leaving me to cook once more.
Diverting my attention back and forth, I was able to quickly finish the sides, leaving the burners on low while waiting for the chicken.
With about five minutes to go, the two girls joined me, taking seats at opposite ends of the table. They watched me work in silence, stifling the occasional giggle at my disadvantage. When the timer went off, Jessica allowed me to untie the leash and bring it to the table. I set up bowls at the center for each of the dishes and set plates and silverware for the two of them.
“Well, we don’t need your assistance to eat,” Jessica remarked, grabbing the leash while Lindsey laughed. I thought she was leading me into another area of the house. Imagine my surprise when she began to open the front door.
I hesitated for a moment. Still being winter, it had grown dark early, and her street wasn’t terribly busy, but there was still the chance that someone might see me. I paused just short of the threshold. Before I could voice my objections, she gave a sharp tug, sending me stumbling onto the stoop.
She led me out into the front yard, while I tried to shield myself. Everything looked deserted, but that didn’t stop my eyes from darting about. “No covering, or you’ll regret it,” she warned. Submissively, I let my hands fall to my sides.
She led me all the way out to the phone pole, holding a chair from the porch in the other hand. Setting it next to it, she climbed atop it and tied my leash to a metal protrusion about eight feet up. “I better not see you cover anything,” she said, taking the chair and walking inside.
Frantically I looked around, there was still thankfully no one about, but I was humiliated at the prospect of being naked in public. I tried to reach the end of leash, but I couldn’t It was padlocked to the collar, so no hope there either. Resigned to my fate, I simply stood, awaiting her return.
It wasn’t overly cold, but there was a brisk wind and the temperature couldn’t have topped fifty. Within a few minutes, my cock had gone completely soft and begun to shrink. I shivered slightly, but the temperature hadn’t become too much of a bother yet.
After a few moments, my heart leapt, there was a slim older woman in her mid forties jogging off in the distance. I prayed she wouldn’t turn down Jessica’s road. TO my dismay, that’s exactly what she did, seeming to pick up the pace.
I stood there tensing as she drew closer and closer. At first I thought she’d go right by without giving a second glance. With her dark sunglasses on, and ipod blaring, I’d hoped she wouldn’t even notice me. My hopes proved to be in vain as she came to an abrupt halt, turned the music off and peered over her sunglasses at me.
“What have we here?” she crowed, the corners of her lips upturning. Mortified, I started to turn, then remembered Jessica’s orders. I couldn’t tell if she was watching from the house or not. I’d have to assume she was or suffer the consequences.
I stood still as she drew closer, her eyes riveted below. “Too bad it’s so cold out,” she said clicking her tongue. She ran a hand lightly up my inner thigh, stopping when she just barely brushed my balls. Despite the cold, it caused a definite reaction as my dick began to grow once more.
“Ooh, that’s better,” she said, running her hand up further. She grasped my balls, rolling them lightly between her fingers. “Let’s see if we can get you hard for me.” She slid her fingers up, grasping my shaft once it was long enough, softly squeezing and stroking. Her warm hands did much to fight the cold, breathing life into my cock. After a few moments of running her hands up and down, she had me rock hard.
“That’s more like it,” she purred, surveying her handiwork and tracing the outline with her fingers.
Behind me, I heard the front door slam. I tried to turn, but the woman had grasped my cock tightly, affording no movement.
“Hi Ms. Moran,” Jessica called from behind me. I could hear her dragging the chair behind her.
“Yours darling?” Ms. Moran asked, still holding tightly, but looking me in the eye and grinning.
“Mmhmm,” Jessica answered, stepping up to undo the leash.
“Very nice,” Ms. Moran answered, affording me a few short strokes before finally letting me go. “You’ll have to let me borrow sometime,” she said, reinserting her headphones.
“Sure,” Jessica said grinning, tugging me back inside. I stumbled across the doorstep again, thankful to be back within the warmth of the house. “Dinner was pretty good,” she said, “that’s why you’re being let back in so soon. Glad you enjoyed Ms. Moran,” she said, nodding towards my still erect cock.
Lindsey was still sitting at the kitchen table when I walked in. “Oooh, bring him closer,” she said, eyeing my hard-on.
Jessica walked me over and handed the leash to Lindsey. Lindsey took the opportunity to tug me close so that I was standing right in front of her. She gave my cock a good long look, “can I touch?” she asked Jessica.
“Sure, she remarked, settling back into her seat, nibbling on the remainder of her chicken.” Lindsey spun me around and yanked sharply so that I fell backwards and was laying across her lap on my back before I knew it. She had me slide so my cock was nearly centered between her legs.
“Perfect,” she said while Jessica looked on in amusement. She wrapped her hand around it, less gently than Ms. Moran had and started working it. It was rougher, but no less arousing, in fact, the girl clearly knew what she was doing. After watching me shudder in pleasure for a few minutes she stopped abruptly. “Aww, too bad,” she cooed, helping me back to my feet. “Now go to the dishes,” she gave me a hard swat on the ass as I walked off.
I cleared the table and disposed of the bones. Jessica didn’t tie me to anything this time, simply watched along with Lindsey while I finished up. After drying things and put them away I spun to face them. “Ah bummer,” Jessica said, looking at my partially soft cock.
“Let’s change that,” Lindsey offered with a malicious smile.
Together they grabbed my leash and led me into the living room where the TV still hummed. Lindsey cleared off the coffee table while Jessica gave my ass another squeeze. “Lay down,” she commanded after a few moments. I complied, my cock starting to swell again. The table was wide enough to accommodate me, and just long enough so that it ran from my shoulders to halfway between my waist and knees.
Jessica brought my backpack over, pulling out a few other choice items. Within a few minutes, she had my ankles bound to the legs of the table. She sat uncomfortably on my stomach while she worked on my wrists, restraining those too, and then extending them above my head and roping them to the other two legs of the table.
I tested my bonds, but they afforded little to know movement. “How’s that?” Jessica asked Lindsey.
“Hmm,” the larger girl hummed, before standing and walking around behind the couch. She returned with several large phonebooks. Together they lifted the table and stacked them beneath so that the end near my legs was raised. I was looking up and my now fully erect cock.
“Perfect,” Lindsey exclaimed as they slid the table close so that they could both reach me from the couch. “He has a nice looking dick,” she said, running her fingers around it. My body trembled at her touch. Jessica had ordered that I not cum for a few days so I’d be more inclined to be aroused while serving her and Lindsey.
The order was having its intended effect as I was about ready to burst. “When was the last time you came?” Jessica asked me.
“Three days ago Mistress,” I said, gasping a little as Lindsey’s hand continued to explore.
“Poor guy, you like what Lindsey is doing to you?”
“Yes Mistress,” I answered breathily as Lindsey’s hand had wrapped itself around me.
“Here use this,” Jessica suggested, handing over a small bottle.
Lindsey poured some of the contents on my, lubing up my cock before assaulting me with her hand once more. Her tight powerful strokes had me biting my lip in pleasure. She was very practiced running her hand up and down my entire shaft. I was starting to get close in just a few short minutes.
“Mmm,” I moaned, starting to thrust into her strokes. Jessica gave me a sharp clap on the thigh.
“No cumming,” she ordered me. “Not unless I say.”
“Mmph,” I groaned. That was going to be difficult.
“So mean,” Lindsey said with a laugh, but I noticed she didn’t slow down. In fact, after a few moments her pace increased dramatically. I could feel things start to build with me. “No cumming,” she echoed, knowing full well what her hand was doing.
“So close,” I whispered, trying hard to fight off the rising orgasm.
“Only a few more minutes,” she cooed, continuing to stroke away. I bit my lip hard, trying to hold on. Finally after what seemed like an eternity, she gave one last hard stroke and remove her hand.
I let out a long sigh as my still sensitive dick twitched on my stomach. “I’ll give you a minute to recover, then we start again. “Oh god,” I moaned, shifting in place.
“It won’t be easy,” she said with a laugh. It seemed like the reprieve was over in seconds as before I knew it, her hand was back on me. She didn’t start slow like before, knowing she already had me wound up.
“Jesus,” I yelped as her hands worked fast and found all the right spots. “Oh god, close already,” I breathed, trying to hold back a moan.
“Good,” she said, “no cumming bitch.”
She continued to stroke away at me, while my breaths drew more ragged, and my moans grew louder. Jessica looked on, her smile widening with each minute of torture.
“Tell me when you’re close,” Lindsey ordered, increasing her pace.
It was only a few seconds later when I cried, “Oh god, I’m about to cum Mistress.”
“No you’re not,” she said, stopping immediately and slapping my balls just hard enough to get my attention, but not enough to hurt.
I groaned. If my cock was twitching before, it was absolutely throbbing now. It still glistened from the lube, and Lindsey added still more. “One minute,” she reminded.
I clamped my eyes shut, bracing myself. She continued to torture me, bring me just to the edge before stopping and giving me the briefest of rests. After nearly an hour, I was gasping for breath and she could barely touch me for a few seconds before I could feel an orgasm coming on.
“Hmm, should we let him cum?” Lindsey asked.
“Please,” I begged, panting on the table.
“Oh you want to do you?” Jessica taunted.
“Yes Mistress, Please.”
“Hmm, well you can, but you have to agree to something without knowing what it is. Say yes, and then you can cum. Say no and we’re done for the night.”
My cock was ready to burst, I was dying for release. “Yes Mistress, please,” I whispered.
“Are you sure?” she teased.
“Yes mistress, I agree.”
“Excellent,” she said with an evil grin, rising and leaving the room for a few moments.
When she returned she placed a small piece of acryllic on the couch where I could see along with a padlock and set of keys. It was a chastity device.
“Here’s how this is going to work,” she explained. “You have five minutes. If she gets you off before that time is up, this little thing goes on, and I keep the keys. If you can hold out, you get to enjoy her mouth tonight.
“Go ahead,” she urged Lindsey.
Lindsey grinned maliciously and started in quickly again. Her hand worked hard and fast, hitting the sensitive spot right beneath my head. I tried to hold off as long as possible, thinking of other things, biting my lip, but it was no use, she was too good. Her hands knew exactly where to go and how firm to squeeze.
About a minute and a half in, I started shooting. The orgasm lasted several seconds as I shot stream after stream onto my stomach. A few were so powerful that they hit me in the face, stretching over my chin and lips.
“Perfect,” Jessica said with a sense of satisfaction as she watched my cock slowly deflate. Lindsey cleaned off the cum that was still on my dick, but left what was on my stomach and face. She grinned as she readied the device. I tried to struggle against the ropes but between being out in the cold earlier and the past hour, I didn’t have much strength in me.
I felt Jessica tighten the cock ring around my dick and balls until it was snug, then slide the acrylic sheath over my dick. She snapped them together and fastened the padlock, completing the ensemble. The tube held my cock downward, providing almost no room for growth. I wouldn’t even be able to get remotely hard.
“I’ll be keeping these,” Jessica said, dangling the keys in front of me and walking off. When she returned, they were no longer in her hands. Lindsey was admiring the device, grinning widely.
“Alright, it’s time for you to go,” Jessica said, slicing me free and shoving me towards the door.
“But…” I started to protest.
She held up a pair of cuffs. “Don’t make me…” With only my socks, shoes, keys and wallet, she shoved me outside covered in my own cum.
“I’ll tell you when to come back,” she yelled, slamming the door behind me.

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Fiction

SHOPLIFTER SURPRISE

copyright: Lesley Tara, 2009I like to think of this happening to me … but take it as fiction (all names and places have been changed, and any resemblance to real persons or places is purely coincidental).
They had set me up! And they had done it so neatly that there was no way out. I stared at the two women in shock and dismay. There was no alternative – I was going to have to do whatever they wanted – anything at all.
I was fifteen and a half years old, although I looked two or three years older – a fact which caused me a lot of bother, with older boys and men constantly making passes or dirty remarks. The reason for this was partly my height – I am five foot nine inches – but most of all my bust. My family all have big boobs, inherited from my grandmother who came from somewhere in northern Italy. From her I also have my straight black hair, which I had grown quite long; at school I kept within the rules by platting it into two pigtails, which came to just below my collar. My tits had developed early, and were probably the largest of any girl in my year at school – perhaps even of the year above as well. I kept them firmly enclosed in a plain white bra, though its uplift did give me a striking profile and cleavage – I hid the latter from view, but couldn’t disguise my breasts’ jutting prominence. It wasn’t that I didn’t like my breasts – I had become used to them now, and was much less self-conscious – but I was fed up with their effect on the male sex and the boorish behaviour that resulted. Not only were the boys at school constantly trying to get their paws on them, but they treated me as if I was just an appendage to my bust. In particular, they acted on the assumption that the bigger a woman’s breasts, the smaller her brains. This was far from the case – I was clever and ambitious, worked hard, and was predicted straight A grades in the important exams next summer. I was aiming to go to Oxford or Cambridge university when I was 18, and then on to a professional career – certainly not to settle for being a boring housewife and mother.
My Tuesday afternoon timetable was sport with no last lesson afterwards, so I was free to leave school an hour earlier than normal. I always used this to spend some time in the town centre, going to the library or window-shopping, sometimes with a friend but usually on my own. One of my favourite places was our medium-sized branch of a national chain of department stores, and I enjoyed looking through the clothes and – in particular – the lingerie department. On this particular Tuesday I had been admiring some flimsy items of underwear in lace-edged black which were very sexy and adult-looking, and then I looked through the party dresses for teenage girls – there was one I had been thinking of buying, and I tried it on in the changing rooms, but the only size they had in stock was a bit too tight. With regret, I gave it back to the assistant, picked up my satchel and sports bag, and headed for the exit. Just as I was about to go out, I felt a grip on my sleeve and heard a polite but firm voice saying: ‘Just a moment please, young lady, I must ask you to come with me’. It was the store security officer, who I had seen quite often before, particularly when I was in the lingerie section. She was an imposing black woman, aged around 30; she was taller than me, and looked like a former athlete – she was trim and fit, with well-muscled arms and legs, but also full-figured and shapely around the waist and hips. I was not alarmed, thinking there was some mistake – whatever it was would be easily cleared up, and it would waste less time if I went with her and sorted it out. So I was quite calm as I accompanied her through to the back of the store and down a quiet corridor to a door marked ‘Duty Manager’, at which she knocked.
I was ushered ahead of her, into a rather bare and utilitarian office. There was a couch against one wall, a couple of basic chairs, some filing cabinets, and a desk behind which sat a poised, capable, but rather severe-looking woman in her mid 30s. She had dyed blond hair cut in overlapping layers, in a quite short ‘businesswoman’ style, trimmed around and behind her ears and cut to the nape of the neck. She was wearing a dark grey jacket which offset a pink blouse; I saw later that she also had a matching grey skirt which was quite short and tight, with a slit vent at the back, and black calf boots. She took off her glasses and laid them next to some paperwork, and regarded me steadily. ‘Is this the one, Melissa?’ she asked the security guard, who nodded and said: ‘Yes, Miss Campbell’. I began to feel a bit less confident, but interrupted at once: ‘There’s been some mistake – I don’t know what all this is about!’ ‘We’ll see then, shall we,’ calmly replied the manageress, and she asked if I had bought anything in the store that day. I said no, explaining that I had tried on the dress but the fit hadn’t been right. ‘OK,’ said Miss Campbell, and she cleared the papers from her desk into a drawer before rising and walking around to the front. The black woman turned a key in the lock of the door, and then placed my satchel and kitbag on the vacant desktop. ‘Open these, please’, instructed the security guard. Foolishly thinking that this would clear everything up, I unzipped my sports bag – and gave a gasp of dismay. Lying on top of my kit were two pairs of the expensive black panties that I had admired in the lingerie department, still with their store price tags and labels. My breath was taken away for a moment, my stomach gave a sickening lurch, and I sat down heavily in one of the chairs. ‘I don’t know – I don’t understand – I didn’t’, I stammered, and then with a wail ‘They’re not mine!’ ‘Indeed they aren’t, young lady’, said the manageress grimly, ‘as you did not pay for them’, and the black woman standing behind my chair gave a gruff laugh. ‘Please, you must believe me’, I said desperately, ‘I don’t know how they got in there – I didn’t put them there!’ ‘Oh, yes?’, said Melissa derisively, ‘who did – the pixies, was it?’ I felt bowled over, and close to bursting into tears: I was a good girl, I’d always been a good girl and obeyed all the rules – how could this be happening to me?
I was in a daze as Miss Campbell explained that it was company policy to prosecute all shoplifters, whatever their age. She then reached up to a shelf in the corner and brought down a small video camera, which I hadn’t noticed was there. The manageress told me that it had filmed me from coming into the office to the discovery of the stolen items; its evidence, together with the in-store camera which showed me looking at and fingering the panties in the lingerie department, would ensure that I was convicted however much I protested my innocence. The black security officer alarmed me even more by saying that I would be sent to a reformatory or perhaps even prison. ‘A pretty young thing like you – they’ll eat you up,’ gloated Melissa. As I looked at her in horror, I could see the lustful way she was looking at me – and with shocking suddenness I realised who had put the panties in my bag, and why the security guard had known to stop me. The bitch had planted them on me herself – she often watched me in the lingerie department, which I had put down to the usual knee-jerk store suspicion of young people, and she knew what I had been looking at. Whilst I was in the changing room trying on the dress, my bags had been left at the attendant’s desk ‘for security’, and that was when the items had been inserted. I turned to the manageress to launch my accusation, but the words died on my lips – for she was regarding me the way a spider would a fly, and with redoubled fear I realised that she was part of the set up as well. I swallowed with a gulp, biting my lip. I was at their mercy – they knew it, and now so did I.
Miss Campbell rested her trim buttocks against the side of her desk, regarded me coolly with one eyebrow raised, and reached for her telephone. She knew from my expression that I had finally understood my situation, and with a half-smile she asked: ‘So, shall I phone for the police?’ ‘NO!’ I squealed desperately; ‘Please – please don’t!’ I knew that even if I didn’t get sent to jail, a criminal conviction would end my chances of getting into a top university or ever having a professional career – and I would do whatever was necessary to avoid that. I had a dawning suspicion of what that might be, but drew a shaky breath and said pleadingly: ‘I’ll do anything – please, don’t – I’ll do anything you want’. ‘Really – anything?’ queried the manageress. I closed my eyes for a moment, and accepted my fate: ‘Yes,’ I mumbled, ‘whatever you want, I promise.’
The manageress looked at me for a long moment, and then smiled in anticipatory satisfaction. I was certainly an attractive prospect for any predatory lesbian, with the combination of my blossoming figure and naive innocence, all prettily packaged in traditional school uniform. I was wearing sensible black shoes and white socks which came nearly up to my knees; above this was my grey pleated uniform skirt, which I wore at the regulation length of one inch above the knee. This was topped with a white buttoned shirt and striped school tie, and my navy blue blazer. Miss Campbell ordered me to stand up and take off the blazer, after which she grasped my tie and used it pull me close to her. Although I suspected what was in their minds, it was still a shock when I felt the manageress put her hands on my breasts and squeeze them firmly through the material of my shirt and bra. At the same time, the black security officer stepped up close behind me and ran her hands from my shoulders down my back, ending by squeezing my ass and then pulling my grey skirt up towards my hips. Miss Campbell loosened my tie a little, but then let go of it and unbuttoned my shirt. I made no resistance or protest as it was tugged out of my waistband and then back off my shoulders; Melissa undid the cuffs and the shirt was removed completely and tossed across to the couch. ‘Oh, my!’ said Miss Campbell as she admired the size of my breasts and their upswell in the bra, ‘Well-spotted, Melissa, this one’s a real peach’. She left my tie on, but tugged it towards one side so that it lay across my right breast rather than between them.
The next move was made by the imposing black woman. She reached under my armpits and grasped a bra-cup in each of her large and powerful hands, and then began to massage and squeeze them. This began to set off funny feelings, first in my breasts, then in my stomach, and then lower down – I felt my nipples responding to the attention by swelling erect, and I became aware of a loose and damp feeling between my legs. Melissa unbuckled my bra, and it joined the shirt on the couch. As I looked down, I could see the contrast of her black hands on the creamy white flesh of my boobs, stroking them and tweaking the nipples, and this vision and the feel of her warm firm grasp was starting to arouse me. I had never really thought of sexual relations with women before, though I had realised that I felt no enthusiasm for being poked with a male penis; I had thought it was just a matter of time and boys would somehow interest me when I was older, but my second and greatest shock of the day was the realisation that they wouldn’t. This was far more exciting and satisfying, and these masterful mature women were compelling in their raw sexuality. I found that I was thrilled by the fact that they desired me, that my body was arousing their lust, and I discovered that I wanted to be taken by them. I felt myself becoming wetter and looser in the vagina, and my shoulders went back to raise my breasts and proffer them to my conquerors. I breathed huskily: ‘Do anything, anything you want’, and Miss Campbell at once picked up on the change of my pose and my tone of voice. She gave me a full appreciative smile and then glanced at my panties, which were now on view as Melissa had pulled up my school skirt and rucked it around my waist. I shifted my feet to spread my legs a bit wider apart, and the manageress dropped her hand to cradle my Venus mound through the thin and damp material of my white school knickers. She felt my softness and wetness, and then pulled the elastic waistband of the knickers outwards with her left hand and slid the right hand down inside. I gave a gasping moan as the palm of her hand slid electrifyingly across my lower stomach and then found my cunt. She slipped her fingers through the hair, which was not long as I trimmed it about once a week, and found my opening. I shuddered in arousal as her thumb slid up and down my slit, prising it open. She caressed me intimately, and then withdrew her hand and looked in pleasure over my shoulder at her partner in crime, who through all of this had continued to grope and fondle my ample breasts. Miss Campbell offered her finger to the black woman, who sniffed it appreciatively and then licked it clean of my juices.
Miss Campbell hooked her fingers into the sides of my knickers, and slid them down over my hips; without needing to be told, I stepped out of them, and spread my legs wider still. I was now naked apart from my school tie, the grey skirt bunched around my waist, and my knee socks and shoes. I felt exposed, wonderfully vulnerable and totally available. The manageress knelt in front of me and pushed her index finger into my vagina. ‘Are you a virgin?’ she enquired. I said truthfully that I had done it a couple of times with boys at parties, and hadn’t enjoyed it – but my hymen had been broken. ‘That’s good’, she said decisively, standing up and taking off her suit jacket. I was instructed to unbutton her blouse, which I did with trembling fingers, half eager and half afraid. When it was discarded I found that she was wearing a sexy bra in navy blue, which was displaying to advantage a pair of breasts that were average-size but pointy and still firm. The next instruction was to kneel and undo her skirt, and I gave a gasp of wonder when I found that beneath it she had a matching blue suspender belt holding up her stockings, with the ensemble completed by skimpy thong panties over the top. Together with her black boots, it was a mouth watering sight, and I hardly needed the encouragement of her hand on the back of my head to bring my face forwards and kiss her crotch. She pulled down and threw aside the thong panties, leaned her bottom against the edge of the desk, and spread her thighs apart. I could see the puffy lips of her labia protruding from her vagina, and it drew me like a magnet. I rested on my knees, gripped behind her thighs with each hand, and for the first time in my life experienced the wonderful taste, texture and smell of another woman’s pussy. It was deeply arousing, redoubling my own wetness, and I gave a sudden squeal as I felt a large finger enter me there from behind and roughly probe me. The black woman had stripped off her uniform jacket, shirt and tie, and had dropped down behind me, reaching between my spread knees to explore my tight young cunt. She began to frig me forcefully with her right hand, and then brought her left around to resume the groping of my tits.
I slapped my tongue up and down the slit of Miss Campbell’s vagina with enthusiasm but little skill, but she was turned on by my innocence – and even more by her success in corrupting and seducing me. ‘Push it in, you silly bitch’, she gasped, and I did my best to follow her instructions, shoving my tongue in where there was less resistance and then slurping it around. After a while, I felt a nub which I correctly deduced must be her clitoris, and focused my efforts on that. ‘Ah, yes! Better,’ she gasped, her legs spreading wider and her hips starting to judder and thrust. Finally she orgasmed, after which she pulled me to my feet and gave me a passionate French kiss.
‘Very nice,’ said Melissa from behind me, ‘now it’s my turn, and I’m gonna fuck you, baby’. My fear returned a bit, and I looked at her wide-eyed in a way that turned her on even more. Before I could say anything, she roughly pushed me forwards so that the edge of the desk caught the top of my thighs and I went face down across it, with my ass sticking out backwards over the edge. Miss Campbell went back to her side of the desk, in front of my face, and gripped my forearms so that I could not have risen if I had wanted to. In fact I didn’t, partly because I was too unsure, but mostly because in this position Miss Campbell’s sweat-soaked pussy was right in front of my face. I stuck out my tongue, and with a grunt of pleasure she shifted nearer so that I could resume my oral caresses.
My uniform skirt had fallen back to its normal position whilst I had been eating out Miss Campbell, but now I felt being it being lifted from behind and pushed up to my waist, exposing my private parts. I looked over my shoulder, and gave a small squeak of alarm. The security guard had removed her skirt and panties, and was resplendent in black boots, black hold up stockings, and a black bra – but what had caused my concern was that she was also wearing a black plastic strap-on cock, which looked enormous. She stepped between my spread legs before I could instinctively close them, bringing the knob of the dildo to rub against my pussy lips. Then she pushed a finger into me, coated it with my juices, and rubbed this as lubricant on the plastic phallus. I managed ‘Please’, intended to be the start of ‘please be gentle’, but the rest was lost in a shriek as she shoved the dildo into me. It went further than I would have believed possible on the first thrust, and further still after she slowly withdrew it and then rammed the battering-ram in again. I felt her hands on my shoulders as her powerful stomach muscles flexed the dildo in and out in a faster rhythm. Then, in a moment of delicious ecstasy, she ran her fingernails slowly down from my shoulder-blades to my buttocks, ending with pinching, squeezing and lifting these. The sensation was amazing, and it both relaxed me and opened me up further – unbelievably, I felt the dildo slide in a further inch. I had never felt so filled and stretched, so totally possessed, and I surrendered completely to the experience. I was whimpering and moaning, and would have been thrashing round all over the desk if Melissa had not been firmly gripping my hips and Miss Campbell holding my forearms. My stomach was sweat-slicked and pressed flat against the unforgiving wood of the desk top, and its sharp edge bruised my thighs as Melissa heaved in and out of my cunt. I had never felt anything like it, and the experience of being taken by these two women who were twice my age, and of being mercilessly fucked by the tall dominant black woman, completed my conversion. If this was lesbianism, I wanted more.
I don’t know how long my roller-coaster ride of a fucking lasted, but I can still recall it vividly. After a few minutes, when I thought I might explode, Melissa paused for a second and took her hands off my waist. She seized my pigtails as if they were the handlebars of a bicycle, jerking my head upwards and arching my backbone, so that my ass jutted out and my cunt was presented at an easier angle for driving the dildo in with straight hard strokes. Miss Campbell let go of my arms as my front was pulled up, and instead grasped my breasts, partly supporting my weight whilst she tweaked and pulled on my nipples. This added to the overpowering sensations, as Melissa drove the dildo all the way up my cervix, spitting me and stretching me wide. With an incoherent moan, I came in a cascading wave of orgasms that were far beyond any of my previous fumblings with boys or inexpert attempts at masturbation. This was the real thing – shuddering, convulsive jerks of my hips and pelvis, pouring wetness from my pussy, and blistering pleasure exploding in my head and down my backbone. As I collapsed inertly, Melissa withdrew the strap-on and Miss Campbell released her hold on my arms. For several minutes I lay spent on the desktop, gasping like a landed fish. Then Melissa drew me upwards and took me in her arms, with my rounded pink breasts rubbing against her even larger dark ones. She gave me a warm smile that transformed her face and kissed me gently, exploring my mouth with her tongue. ‘One more thing, and then you can go,’ she said. Setting me back on my feet, she went to one of the filing cabinets and came back with an enormous vibrator which she handed to me. The black woman then lay across the couch, spread her legs open, and instructed me to make her come by licking her tits and fucking her vagina with the vibrator. I obeyed with alacrity, working the vibrator into her with see-saw circular motions, and sucking on the wonderful melons of her ripe black breasts. I was amazed that she took the whole length of the vibrator, and began to shove it in and out in a steady rhythm. Just as my hand was beginning to tire, she arched her back and let out a rasping noise from her throat. She grabbed my hand and rammed the vibrator in even deeper and held it there for a long moment, her eyes squeezed tightly shut and her mouth open. She panted for breath, gave a sudden cry, and then went limp. I looked down at her in wonder: had I just done that, made a grown woman come with complete abandon? I could get to enjoy that. Melissa opened her eyes, licked her lips, and said to me: ‘Well done, honey, you’re a quick learner.’
Whilst the two women got dressed, I used the towel from my sports kit to rub myself down, and then put on my school skirt and shirt. However, I left my underwear in the bag: my tits and cunt were too sensitive to wear anything next to them, and I relished the feel of open air around my pussy – and the sensual knowledge that I was naked under the skirt. Before I closed my bag, Miss Campbell removed the store tags from the sexy black panties and handed them to me. ‘With the management’s compliments’, she said with a smile, ‘I think you’ve earned them.’ I stammered my thanks, and turned to leave – but at the doorway I stopped and looked back at them. Hesitantly I said: ‘I’ll be coming to the store again next Tuesday – I’m such a naughty girl that perhaps you should search me again.’ They smiled slowly, and nodded once.
This happened in 1986. The store isn’t there any more, and now I live in another town. But however many women I have opened my legs for since then, I will never forget my first time – every second of it is fresh in my memory.

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