Discipline

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C-FAST part 1

An encounter in a chat room results in an introduction to a school offering specialised training for adults

Fiction

Club Gomorrah. The Sissy Saga. Prologue Day Zero.

Everything here is fiction.
Ryan Is a fictional character with a little bit of me in him.
This is a repost from my story over on Xhamster and all work here is my own sick twisted creation.
Please let me know what you thought, people seem to like this story on other sites so I thought you would too.

Fiction

Nancy

What follows is a brief description of some of the sexual experiences of a young girl in 1840s America called Nancy.

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Club Gomorrah. The Sissy Saga. Chapter 2 The Remodel.

Everything here is fiction.
This one is light on the dirty but builds on the lore.
Ryan Is a fictional character with a little bit of me in him.
This is a repost from my story over on Xhamster and all work here is my own sick twisted creation.
Please let me know what you thought, people seem to like this story on other sites so I thought you would too.

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Teaching Ashlie

My name is Gianna. I’m a 28 year old public relations agent from California and recently became extremely successful. I decided to move from my two-bedroom condo to an upscale house in Beverly Hills, and plans to sell my current digs just went underway yesterday. I agreed to meet my new real estate agent at my place after work this today. I was worried I would run late, so I handed the attractive older woman a copy of my key and told her if she arrived there before me she was welcome to have a look around. When I pulled into my driveway the next day around five o’clock there was already a new-model white Mustang parked in the street. It didn’t surprise me that she beat me there since I told her I would meet her at four, but what did catch me off guard was the type of car she apparently drove. A white Mustang seemed a little, well, young for this woman. But I shrugged it off, not thinking too much about it since after all, this is Cali, baby.
I got to my front door and realized it had been left unlocked. I inwardly frowned at that, but it seemed there was no harm done. Upon entering, I immediately regretted giving this woman a key.
My living room was a disaster. A bag of potato chips had been left open on the coffee table, surrounded by crumbs that had managed to get on the floor and couch as well, and my dog had his tongue in a bowl of french onion dip that sat beside it. Also on my antique wooden coffee table was a half-empty glass creating a ring due to the lack of a coaster, a stack of which was right next to it. The television was left on and some raunchy hip-hop video flashed across the screen. A large silver purse lay on its side on the floor, makeup and miscellaneous items spilling out of it. In the middle of the room sat a pair of expensive Manolo Blahnik heels that had just been carelessly tossed there. Then I smelled alcohol. I grabbed the glass and held it up to my nose. That bitch was drinking my expensive liquor, and she had the nerve to mix it with a neon orange energy drink.
I glared at the scene, fighting hard not to yell. She had seemed like such a mild-mannered, considerate lady and here she was treating my home like she was some teenager who’s parents were away for the weekend. I shut off the TV, pulled the bowl of dip away from the dog and brought it along with the bag of chips into the kitchen where I left them on the counter. Next I noticed the ketchup-spattered plate and bowl full of half-eaten cereal in the sink. Was this chick stoned? It seemed she had eaten her way through my house. I turned and stomped down the hall off the kitchen and began to follow the sound of water running. Oh no, she wasn’t seriously using my shower too, was she?
Yes she was, I learned as I walked through my bedroom to the master bathroom, the door of which had been left wide open, and saw the outline of a petite blonde through the clear glass shower door. I became confused. My real estate agent was certainly not a petite blonde. Then it dawned on me. This was her assistant in my shower.
I had met Ashlie briefly the day before. She was young, probably in her early twenties, and had just started the job. I remembered being quite attracted to her – she was just my type. Blonde, about 5’5, with a petite frame, a firm ass, and perky B cup breasts. She wore tight clothes that showcased it all and I really had to get a firm grip on my reins to not hit on her. If we weren’t in a professional business situation I would have pounced. And when I pounce, no one puts up a fight. Pardon me if I sound conceited, but I’m hot.
Maybe it’s just luck that I ended up being a tall, slender Italian babe, but I work it to perfection. I have long, sleek black hair, and I tan lightly to keep my olive skin tone even. I work out specifically to keep my ass firm and tight, and I have small but shapely breasts and long legs. Nobody says no to me.
Now what was she thinking doing this to my place? Why the hell was she here alone? And did she have any idea what I had in store for her?
I crossed my arms and leaned against the doorframe as I glared at Ashlie. She seemed to be enjoying my massaging showerhead. I cleared my throat and her head snapped up, looking at me through the glass like a deer in headlights. “Hello, Ashlie,” I said in a smooth, caramel tone.
“Um…oh my gawd, Gianna, I’m kind of naked right now,” was her reply.
That was the last straw. I marched over to that shower, my heels tapping angrily on the tile as I went, whipped the door open and slapped that little bitch right across the face. She stared up at me in horror and I slapped her again.
“Stop that!” she cried.
“Why should I?” I yelled. “Who the fuck do you think you are coming into my house and fucking it up like you have? What gives you the right to just make yourself at home, huh? You may live in a pigsty, but you don’t live HERE, toots. Now you fucking explain this to me right now!”
Ashlie’s expression changed to a pout. “I didn’t mean to make you mad, Gianna,” she began in the sweetest of tones, obviously about to try to charm herself out of trouble. “I was waiting with my boss and she had to leave for a family emergency. I got so bored that I just started looking for things to do…”
“Shut off the water,” I said, cutting her off.
“But…” she began.
“NOW,” I retorted firmly.
She did as I said and as soon as it was done I grabbed her by the hair and pulled her face to mine. I spat words in a venomous tone, “You are going to learn to treat other people’s property with respect.”
And with that, I yanked the sopping wet girl out of the shower and pulled her over to the sink.
“Bend over the sink,” I demanded, and she obeyed, whimpering slightly.
“Stop your whining, bitch,” I said, punctuating the last word with a swift, hard SMACK! on her right ass cheek. She cried out.
“Shut it! You’re not to make a peep, understand?” I gripped her hair tighter and pulled her head up to look at me. She nodded, and I continued with another SMACK! on her left cheek. She bit her lower lip to keep from yelping and I spanked her once more on each cheek. Then, using my fistful of her blonde locks to steer her, I turned her around to face me.
“Spread your legs,” I ordered.
She shook her head quickly, tears spilling out of her eyes.
“Stop your fucking crying and do as I say or you’ll really be sorry!”
Then she opened her legs a little.
“More!” I yelled.
She spread them more.
“Good girl,” I said with a smirk as I placed my hand over her hairless cunt. She whimpered as I rubbed it, then slid a finger between her pussy lips. She was fucking wet! And not because she’d been in the shower!
“You’re enjoying this, aren’t you, you little slut?” I asked, my face so close to hers I could smell her cotton candy lip gloss. She just stared at me with that deer in headlights look and I suddenly found myself extremely turned on. I loved to dominate and this little bitch deserved it.
“Get down on your knees,” I told her, letting go of her hair, and she immediately obeyed. “Now spread your legs and finger your pussy while you watch me undress.”
I stepped back and her hand went between her legs. Kneeling there on the floor, she gazed at me in awe as she rubbed her clit with her middle finger. I pulled off my ivory blazer and matching pants. I unbuttoned my green silk blouse and let it slide off my arms. Then I stood there in only black lace lingerie and gold heels. “Crawl over here and take my panties off,” I told her.
Quickly she scurried over on hands and knees and stopped in front of me. I turned around so my ass was right in her face and she gently grasped the strings holding my thong together and tugged it down until it pooled around my feet. I kicked it away and bent over. “Lick my pussy,” I demanded.
Again she obeyed, sticking her tongue right up into the folds of my smooth vagina. I moaned and reached back, grabbed the back of her head, and shoved her face into it. She moaned too. This hot little bitch loved it!
Grabbing a handful of her hair, I yanked her head back. “Now you’re going to lick my asshole.” I shoved her head into my luscious ass and again she began to lick away like it was her favorite thing in the world. Hell, maybe it was.
I made her eat out my ass for a good ten minutes before I told her to get up, go to the toilet, and bend herself over it, putting her ass in the air. I watched her do this, then went into my bedroom, and pulled out the shoe box of sex toys I kept hidden under my bed. I opened it and pulled out the strap-on and bottle of lube, then went back to the bathroom. Ashlie’s eyes widened when she saw the thick pink dildo strapped around my hips.
I walked over to her, standing beside her so the cock was right in front of her face. Then I squirted lube in my hand and she watched as I rubbed it all over the rubber dong. She licked her lips as it bounced in front of her face. “You want to suck it?” I asked, and she nodded enthusiastically. “Too bad,” I said with a smirk.
I moved behind her and dribbled the cold lube between her ass cheeks. She shivered slightly, then I dropped the bottle to the floor. As I rubbed the lube into her hole, I realized it wasn’t quite as tight and puckered as assholes usually are. I raised a brow. “Ashlie, did someone already fuck you in the ass today?”
She nodded.
“Who?” I asked.
“Mrs. Reed,” she replied.
“Mrs. Reed? Your boss?” I asked her, incredulousness tainting my voice. “You kinky little bitch!”
Then she giggled. I spanked her hard on the ass and made her yelp. “I didn’t give you permission to laugh.”
“I’m sorry, Gianna,” she said in a pathetic whiney tone.
“Shut up,” I said, and rammed the big rubber cock up her ass, making her scream.
I pounded her until her screams became moans and fuck yeahs. Then I stopped suddenly and let the cock slide out of her ass. “Turn around and sit on the toilet,” I said.
As soon as she sat, I gave her a slap across the face. “You’re going to suck this dick.”
Without missing a beat, she had my dong in her mouth and bobbed her head on it like a pro. I grabbed her by the hair and helped her shove it down her throat until she pulled back and violently gasped for air, a string of saliva following.
Still holding her hair, I stepped back and pulled her off the toilet and onto the floor. I pulled off the strap-on and shoved her face between my legs. “Eat me until I cum.”
And eat me she did. That girl’s got quite a talented tongue on her. She really went for it. I was up against the sink with her head wedged between my thighs and her tongue darting all over my pussy for only a few minutes before I came and my girl juice spattered all over her mouth and chin. After that, she pulled away, gasping, and I gave her another slap.
“Are you ever going to disrespect someone like that again, Ashlie?”
She shook her head. “No, Miss Gianna. I promise.”
“Good. Now get up and bend over for me one last time.”
She did as I said, leaning forward to grab her ankles. Grabbing her left hip with one hand, I used the other to spank her repeatedly until her ass was bright red. When I was finished, I dismissed her.
“Clean up your mess, leave the key on the kitchen table, and don’t say another word to me. Tell your boss I’ll be using another agency.”
Ashlie nodded and stood up. She began to clean as I hopped in the shower and by the time I was out, my place was sparkling. She even put away the strap-on and made sure the door was locked before she left.

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Blindsided

The paragraphs are kinda off on here and there were supposed to be italics in the story, but I didn’t feel like going back and editing everything. I’m sorry for being worthless. ~Konokoz

Fiction

Convict Lake

Kelly goes on vacation to a favorite family locale. There she rides the horses and finds she is attracted to a stud dressed like a convict. Later she experiences the pleasures of riding a strong horse under the guidance of another woman. Finishing in a needed experience of her dreams.

Fiction

The Friday Night Card Club

The first rule of Card Club is: NOBODY talks about Card Club.
This story starts slow because it takes a bit of setting up. After the slow start, however, it becomes an intense session of semi-non consensual female-female, self-abuse, spanking, electro-punishment, rug munching, and mechanical bull riding.

Fiction

Teaching High School Girls Part 3

Jeff Ayers was at home one Saturday, when his doorbell rang. He looked through the glass, and saw Hollie and Katie standing on the other side. He sighed, and stepped back. It had been a month since their scheme to blackmail him, and they had almost no contact with him outside of his class. He hoped this wasn’t some other half cooked idea of theirs, but he knew he had the upper hand. He braced himself, and opened the door and said, “Hello girls, come in.” They did, keeping their hands clasped in front of them and their faces down.
He closed the door and said, “What can I do for you?” Hollie said in a meek voice, “We came to apologize.” He looked at her, obviously not trusting her, and said, “Where’s your pack leader April? Is she waiting somewhere to ambush me?” Katie said, “No sir, she doesn’t know we’re here.” He was surprised to hear her call him sir, but still thought it was a ruse.
He leaned in close to the girls and said, “I don’t believe that for a second. You two never do anything she doesn’t instruct you to do.” Hollie said, “We know, but we’re tired of it. We’re here to let you lead us from now on.” He was genuinely taken aback by that and said, “Why would I do that? After what you did to me? And what I did to you in return? Why?”
“We don’t want you to hate us or be mad at us, we want you to love us. Neither of us ever had a father figure, we only had our mothers who pampered and spoiled us, and you showed us the power of discipline, and we want that. We never wanted to hurt you, we just got caught up in April’s bad decisions.” He said, “How can I know this isn’t another of your tricks? How do I know you’re telling the truth?”
Katie said, “We’ll do anything to prove it to you, just ask.” Hollie said, “No, don’t ask us, tell us. We’ll obey, no questions asked.” Katie nodded vigorously in agreement. He stood there for a moment, contemplating what they were telling him, and said, “Hollie the last time I invited you into my house, you and your friends tried to ruin my life, all for some fun and games. Do you think I forgot that?” Her eyes were welling with tears, and she said, “No, I just hope that you can forgive us, and be a strong dominant influence in our lives.”
He watched them hard for a minute, but they never lifted their eyes from the ground. They seemed completely submissive, but they were good actors he had to remember. Then he had an idea. He had seen it in a movie, but he thought it might work. He said, “No, I don’t think so. You two need to leave.” He said it in the stern voice he had learned during twenty years as a teacher.
They nearly flinched at the sound, but they obeyed, even though they obviously didn’t want to. They stepped outside, and turned to the door, and Katie said, “Please Mr. Ayers, if you just give us a ch—“ But he slammed the door in their faces.
He walked away until he was around the corner, then sprinted upstairs, where he could see the front door from the side. He wanted to make sure they left, and hopefully figure out their game.
But as he peered through the curtains, to his surprise, they were both standing in front of the door, as if they were hoping it would open again. They didn’t try to knock or ring the bell again, they just stood there, patiently. They talked quietly to each other, but didn’t seem to be discussing whether they should leave, they seemed determined to stay. He continued to watch them, as they stood there for almost 20 minutes.
Then, they started to move. He thought they were finally going to leave, but they only knelt down and sat on their knees, with their hands folded in their laps. Hollie was wearing some low cut jeans, so her knees were fine, but Katie was wearing a skirt and white stockings, so her knees were even more uncomfortable. But they both stayed there for over 20 more minutes. They weren’t completely exposed to the street, but anyone walking by who was curious could see them. He didn’t want to explain to his neighbors why he had two teenage girls kneeling at his door, so he went back downstairs.
He walked by the front door, pretending he just noticed them. He went and opened the door and stood there and said, “What are you two still doing here? I told you to leave!” Hollie said, “Please sir, we don’t want to leave. We want you to take us in and make us yours.” At that moment he wanted nothing more, but he couldn’t trust them. He stayed silent for a few moments, as if considering, then said, “No, go home.”
As he turned and was closing the door behind him, Katie blurted out, “April’s pregnant!” He froze, stunned by the news, his mind suddenly flooded with the implications of that. He turned and looked, and Hollie was glaring at Katie, who said sheepishly to her friend, “I’m sorry, I didn’t know what else to say.”
He said, “Is that true?” Katie said, “Yes sir.” Both of them had their eyes locked even harder on the ground, and he said, “Hollie, is that true?” She said, “Yes sir.” He said, “Why didn’t you want Katie to tell me that?” She said, “We weren’t sure it was time yet.” He could tell they were keeping something from him, and he didn’t want secrets. He looked around one time more to make sure no one was watching, and said, “Come inside.”
They did eagerly, but as soon as he closed the door, he said, “On your knees.” They obeyed without hesitation, and he said, “It’s obvious that you two are lying about something. I don’t know what, but it stops immediately. I want no secrets, period. If you want to ever see me outside of school again, you’ll tell me the whole story, right now.”
Hollie said, “Yes sir. We’re sorry sir. When we were here before, April made us say that we weren’t on birth control, but that was just for the video. She wanted to make it look like you were trying to get us pregnant. But the truth is we were. When we were having sex with you, we were protected, but over the next two days, we couldn’t take our birth control because, well, you know.”
He was astonished, he couldn’t believe they could have tricked him like that. But it made sense, the girls weren’t able to talk the whole time, and he had continued to cum in their pussies all weekend, since he figured he had already done it so many times the damage was done. He realized that it hadn’t just been April he had filled with his cum, it was all three of them.
He looked at them, pausing while he contemplated if he even wanted to know the answer, and said, “Are you two pregnant as well?”
The girls both nodded, and Katie said, “We just found out tonight, that’s what gave us the courage to come over here.” He said, “So what are you planning to do about it?” They looked at each other, and sheepishly said, “Nothing sir.”
He said, “So your blackmail games continue huh?” It didn’t sound like a question when he said it, and he was obviously tired of their games. But Hollie said quickly, “No sir! You don’t understand, we’re happy about it!” He said in shock, “What?!”
Katie said, “Sir, we’re serious when we say we want to give ourselves to you. We mean it in every way, and part of that is giving our wombs over to you to bear your children.”
He was completely stunned, and he momentarily forgot that they could be lying to him. He believed them, and strangely enough found himself wanting the same thing they claimed to want.
He composed himself, reminding himself that he still had much testing to do before he could trust them.
He saw that Katie had small scrapes where she had been kneeling on the concrete outside. He said, “Get up Katie, let me see your knee.” She stood, and held her knee out, and he said, “Girls, come with me.”
Both girls followed him to his room, and into his bathroom. They seemed in awe that he was inviting them into his private area of the house. He sat Katie on the counter by lifting her by her waist. She was thrilled by the touch, and Hollie looked eager for the same thing.
He turned and saw that Hollie had knelt again, in the same position as before, without being told. He got some peroxide out of the cabinet and knelt down in front of Katie. Her white stockings had runs all up and down them, so he said, “You need to remove these.” She was eager to disrobe in front of him, and slowly raised her legs and peeled one down, trying to be seductive.
It was incredibly effective, maybe because she seemed so sincere. She seemed like she didn’t just want him to fuck her, she wanted just a light touch from him.
She removed the other one, and he set about cleaning and bandaging her knees. He got out some Spongebob bandaids and said, “Sorry, but this is all I have, they’re leftover from my daughter.” The girls giggled, and Katie said, “I like them, they’re cute.”
She sat staring at him, and he realized he was right at height with her pussy while knelt down in front of her. He looked between her legs, her crotch just covered by her skirt which had ridden up somewhat. She saw him looking, and spread her legs ever so slightly, still earnestly trying to make eye contact with him.
He wondered what he could make her do with just his words, so he said, “Katie, if I asked you to show your cunt to me, what would you do?”
She gasped slightly, not just out of shock, but with delight, and spread her legs farther, lifting her skirt up, showing him her white cotton panties and the large damp spot that was forming in the middle. She pulled the panties aside, and revealed her tender pink pussy which was still shaved bare. She said, “Just like you showed me Mr. Ayers.”
He didn’t say anything, just enjoyed the sight, as if he were inspecting a new car he might buy. Then stood up and said, “Follow me.”
His plan had been to keep them on their toes, and it worked. He didn’t want them to get comfortable. He had to keep switching between being a hard dominant master, and a caregiver. If they were going to earn his trust, it would take a lot more than just showing him their bodies, which he had already seen.
He went out to the kitchen, and he heard soft giggling from behind him, then they followed, holding hands and nearly skipping like a pair of little girls. When they saw him, they looked like they had just gotten caught doing something naughty. They started walking, their faces down and demure again, but they kept holding hands. He realized what a bonding experience this whole thing must have been for them, they were tighter than sisters now.
That made him think of April, and he wondered whether the two girls had grown tighter or farther away from their former friend. He had to be sure. He still didn’t know how much of this was true. They both had set their purses on the end table by the door. He went and picked them up and went to the living room.
They both followed him like puppy dogs without being told, he liked that sign at least. He told them to sit on the couch and he sat in his chair. He started going through their purses without even acknowledging that it was their private stuff, but they didn’t peep. He liked that too.
He found their phones, and looked through their call history and texts. He saw from their communications with April that ever since the incident a month ago, things had become strained. April kept pushing for blackmail, but they didn’t want to, but they didn’t outright tell her no. Either they weren’t completely on his side, or they just needed motivation to leave her rule behind.
He also went through their wallets and other things, but didn’t find anything particularly interesting. They sat there quietly the whole time, until he said, “Where’s April right now?” They looked at each other, and Hollie said, “We’re not sure, at home probably.” He said, “Find out,” and tossed her phone to her.
She clearly wasn’t sure what he intended, but she dialed her, and he said, “Speakerphone.” She nodded, and then April’s voice rang out, “Where have you been, I’ve been calling you all night, are you avoiding me?” Hollie visibly cringed under her tongue lashing and said, “No, I’ve been caught up with my mom, she’s being a real bitch tonight.”
April said, “Well get over here, I want to talk about this fucking plan. And don’t give me any of that ‘I don’t want to blackmail him’ bullshit, just get over here!” Hollie looked to him, and he nodded, so she said, “Ok, I’ll be there.” April said, “About fucking time. Is Katie with you? She’s not returning my calls either.” He shook his head again, and she said, “No, I don’t’ know where she is.” April simply said, “That fucking bitch,” and hung up without waiting for a response.
He said, “Well, she doesn’t seem to think very much of you two.” Katie said, “She’s always been like that, we just always let her treat us that way.” He said, “Why?” Hollie added, “I think we wanted someone to be dominant, we didn’t get that from anyone but her.”
He nodded, and said, “Come on,” and got up and walked toward the front door. They followed but Katie said, “Where are we going?” he said, “Would it matter?” They shook their heads in unison, and he said, “So let’s go.” He took Hollie’s phone back from her and stuck them both in his pocket. The three of them went outside together.
He drove them to April’s house, which the girls realized when they turned onto her street. He said, “I know what you’re thinking, how do I know where she lives? I know where all of you live. I did my research after that weekend. I needed to know as much about you as possible.” He parked across the street and down one house, and said, “Ok Hollie, go ahead.”
She was confused and said, “What do you want me to do?” He said, “Go over to her house. Do whatever you would do on a normal Tuesday night.” That’s all he told her, he wanted to see what she’d do on her own.
He didn’t know exactly what he’d learn from this, but it was part of finding out how committed to April they were. Hollie got out of the back seat, and crossed the street. He watched her knock on the door, and then April’s mom opened it and let her in. A few moments later he saw the light in April’s bedroom turn on, but the curtains never moved. If Hollie told April about him being parked across the street, she’d surely look out, but she never did.
He figured that while he waited, he might as well use the pretty young girl sitting in the passenger seat next to him, so he reached over and without a word, put his hand on the back of her neck, and pulled her head down into his lap. She gasped out of surprise, but didn’t make any move or noise of complaint. He unzipped and pulled his dick out, and pushed in into her accepting mouth. She went to work, greedily slurping on him. He kept his eyes fixed on the house while she slobbered on him. She was voracious, really trying to prove herself.
Every time she tried to reach toward her aching pussy, he would stop her with a word, and she would put her hand back to her side, clearly annoyed. By the way she was rubbing her legs together, she was desperately trying to cum.
He continued to let her suck his dick. Every once in a while, he would make her stop, pulling her head up just high enough that she couldn’t reach it, letting her whimper, begging for more.
It was almost 45 minutes until Hollie finally came out the front door. He watched the windows as she got in the back and said, “Sorry it took so long, she kept talking to me.” He said, “Don’t be, that was fine. What did you talk about?” She said sheepishly, “She wants us to help her black mail you still. She’s obsessed with it. She really wants revenge on you.”
He said, “No wonder, no one’s ever bested her I bet. What did you say?” She said, “I didn’t agree… but I didn’t say no either.” She seemed ashamed that she didn’t stand up to her, but he said, “That’s perfect, in fact, I don’t want you to say no.” She was puzzled, but he said, “I’ll explain later, I have a plan.”
All along, Katie continued to give him a passionate blowjob. Hollie was obviously jealous as she peered over the seat at her friend. He kept watching the windows for 5 minutes longer, then when he was satisfied April didn’t know they were there, he pulled Katie’s head up and zipped his pants.
He wasn’t ready to give her the satisfaction of getting him off yet. He had to teach them that sex wasn’t something that they were in control of, that he controlled it. He started the car and drove them home. It was late by the time they got there, so he said, “I want you two to come back tomorrow afternoon, I’ll fill you in. until then, do the same as you have been.”
They got their purses, and Katie said, “What about our phones Mr. Ayers?” He said, “I’m keeping those.” He didn’t say anything else, but although confused, they didn’t object. At the door, he stopped them and with one arm around each of them, pulled them close and said, “You girls did well tonight,” and kissed them both on the cheek. He knew that giving them a small token of what they wanted so desperately would have a huge effect. He was right, they were grinning from ear to ear and floated out of the door.
The next day, he made an early trip to the mall where he bought two GPS tracking devices for cell phones, and then went to the department store for some clothes shopping. Then at school, April was her usual bitchy self, and Hollie and Katie played along, acting derisively toward him, not giving a single hint of the previous night’s activities. He was reminded what good actors they were, and it doubled his resolve to make them earn his trust.
That afternoon at 5:30, they rang the doorbell and he let them in. They were wearing the same jeans and tank tops they had been wearing at school. They didn’t have their purses this time, but Hollie had a pony tail. He calmly went over to them and put his hands on the backs of their necks, then grabbed them by the hair and dragged them to his bathroom.
They were shocked, but they didn’t try to get away. He had his shower running, and as it was a large open style, he was able to shove them both in under the water. They landed both shocked by the treatment, and not sure what would happen next. He didn’t say anything though, he just stood there and waited to see what they’d do.
They gathered themselves up and switched to sitting on their knees under the water where they were. They were both being drenched head to toe, but they didn’t care. All the clothes they were wearing, their shirt and bras, their jeans, and even their tennis shoes were soaked, but they were obedient. He said, “Strip.” They stood up and began stripping the clothes off of each other, which he thought was a nice touch. They kept eye contact with him as much as they could, until their gorgeous little bodies were glistening in the water.
They just stood there, rubbing each other’s bodies, until he said, “Turn off the water and come out.” They did, and he had them stand in the middle of the room on the tiles. It was a large bathroom with wall to wall tile, and had taken all the bathmats and towels away, so they just stood there dripping, their arms wrapped around each other, touching each other absent mindedly.
He went to the drawer and got a small handful of white cloth. There barely seemed to be anything there, but when he threw it to the girls, they picked it up and saw what it was. It was two pairs of the skimpiest white spandex panties and tops they had ever seen. They picked them up and started to put them on without being told. They were still wet, so when they were dressed, the material was damp and had turned transparent in spots. They were made for much younger girls, so they were way too tight to cover anything up, especially their tits, which were much larger than the tops were made for.
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Re: Reading Allowed, Pt. 6

Thanks for all the great comments on the first five chapters. There are nine total, and I’ll get the rest posted soon. If you like this story you might enjoy my two collections of short erotica and my erotic-romance novel, which you can find on fictionwise.com under the name Zen Mackie.

Fiction

Angerbation

Corey and I were stocking the produce section again for the third day in a row. I hate that section and all those fucking boxes that need to be opened, broken down, and then wrapped on pallets; it’s a bitch driving a bitch-bus in bitch land.
“Dude Corey, have you heard back from that guy at Window World about hiring us yet?” I said.
“Nah, not yet… besides what the hell do we know about selling windows Mitch, cmon dude,” he replied.
I opened yet another box of bananas and put my shitty dull cutter back in my pocket.
“Well man, I have to say, it’d be better than this day in and out ya know?” I said.
“Dude it’s not that bad, I mean at least we have a job that takes absolutely no brains to do and that pays us to stand around and say shit like ‘dood this and that and shit blah blah’.”
“I guess… I just want more than this man.”
“Dude you will have more, you just have to be patient. Isn’t that book gonna make you bank anyway?”
“Ya except for the fact that I can’t write…”
“Ya that’s a pretty big problem Mitch”
I bent back down to get another box while mouthing the words “fuck my life”. I arranged the bunches of bananas neatly and subconsciously while trying to think about my book. It was a sci-fi fantasy type deal, very cliché, but I thought I was being original with the characters. I shopped the idea around a bit and people seemed to like it, but I’m stuck halfway with no inspiration in sight. On top of everything, this job is melting what’s left of my diminishing brain tissue.
Corey nudged me in the arm and said, “Dude see, I told you this job isn’t all bad.”
He pointed over to the service counter. He was most obviously pointing at the new girl who worked the afternoon shift. She transferred from another location. I think her name was Vicki or Vanessa, or something like that.
“Mitch, that girl is fucking tops man,” Corey said.
He wasn’t lying either, she really was something special. She was about 5’5”, 120lbs, C-cup or so tits, and an AMAZING ass attached to two very shapely legs. However, what really set her above the rest was her eyes. They were wide, piercing, luscious, green, and everything in between sexy and goddess; both framed by her exotic long jet black hair, which nicely contrasted her milky white smooth skin. I could feel my cock twinge just looking at her.
“Yeah man, she really is…”
Corey and I looked at her; she giggled at a customer and half-smiled. She had a quirky, crooked smile that exposed her cute prominent canines. I could have her bite my cock with those all day long…
Our attention was torn away when we spotted our supervisor glaring at us. We quickly finished up, broke the boxes down, and went in the back. I couldn’t seem to wash the image of that girl from my memory.
The next day I came in to find Corey sitting in the break room yelling at someone on the phone. I put my shit away and sat down next to him after he was finished.
“What was that about man?” I said.
“Oh nothing dude, this stupid bitch I’ve been seeing is accusing me of stealing her purse.”
“Whaa?? Did you dude?”
“Yeah Mitch, I have it in my locker right now… NO of course not man, she’s fucking crazy. She probably just left it at the bar again last night. If she wasn’t so damn good I wouldn’t bother.”
“What do you mean?” I asked.
“She’s a mean vix in bed man. She knows what’s up and then some. It’s that angry sex man, nothing like it. Anyway, I gotta go bro; I’m already late for my shift and Jack is gonna skin my balls today if I give him a reason.”
“Wait, aren’t you coming with me to the produce again? That’s what Rhonda told me yesterday.”
“Ha so you didn’t hear… well it’s your lucky day Mitch. You get to work with the new girl today at the counter. They want her to train you I guess.”
“Get outta here! Who says?” I said in astonishment.
“Straight from Jack dude. He told me to tell you.”
Corey got up and stuffed his phone in his pocket.
“Good luck man,” he pat me on the back, “you’ll do fine.”
He made for the door when I stopped him, “Wait dude!”
“What’s up?” he said.
“What’s her name?”
“Valerie.”
He winked at me then left the room. Valerie… pretty.
I walked out onto the floor and towards the customer service counter. It’s right near the produce section and is used to sell cigarattes, lotto tickets, rent movies, receive money and shit like that. I was so nervous and excited that my heart ached from changing its pace so often. I rounded the corner and saw her there… Valerie. She had a little red flower in her hair today and was smiling that crooked fangy smile of hers. She was so hot and I got to stare at her all day long. I gave myself a final mental pep talk and walked behind the counter.
After she was done with the customer she turned to me…
“Who are you?” she said.
“Umm… Mitch hi, I’m Mitch… I was supposed to work with you today. You’re gonna train me right?”
She was so pretty it almost hurt. My cock was twitching as I looked at her eyes and body. On top of it, she had a sexy voice; a little whiny, but silky and feminine with a little coarse bite at the end. I wanted to fuck her right then and there.
“Train you? No that’s not right… hold on.”
She walked over to her phone and dialed the call line for Jack, our store manager. I felt so awkward and was pissed. Was Corey playing a joke on me or something? That had to be it. I was gonna kill that asshole. I cussed at him under my breath as Valerie hung the phone up.
“Well um…” she pointed at me with a blank stare.
“Mitch,” I said.
“Yeah, Mitch. Looks like I am going to train you. So let’s get on with this,” she said, sounding a bit irritated.
Well it looks like Corey wasn’t fucking with me after all, but she didn’t seem real happy to have me here. I wondered if I said something, or maybe she overheard something. I wasn’t sure why so I just focused on paying attention.
After about 10 minutes of her walking me around the area and 10 minutes of me trying my best not to stare at that perfectly shaped plump ass of hers or her tits pushing on the buttons of her white shirt, she explained that today I would just be watching her and handing her things. Cool beans, I thought.
“Okay dude, are you ready? Any questions?” she asked.
“Nope, I’m good. I got this handled,” I said as I smiled at her with confidence.
“Okay, whatever”
She turned around; we had a customer.
“Mitch, take one of those checks and throw it in the printer. Just press the red button when it’s in.”
“Got it!”
I reached for one of the yellow money transfer checks and placed it in the printer tray. After it was all marked, I handed it to Valerie.
“Mitch! What are you doing? This is a transfer check!” she said.
Before I could react, she pushed me aside and reached for the blue paper. She didn’t really specify which one was the right form; they looked identical except for the color. Maybe she did and I didn’t listen… I was pretty sure I took in every word though.
After the customer left, she really let me have it.
“Do you not know how to pay attention?” she said, “I don’t know what you did before Mick, but I don’t want to have to carry you.”
“Hey I’m sorry, but cmon I just started… and it’s Mitch”
“Whatever! Look, just pay attention!”
Why was she being such a bitch? It’s not like I asked her to train me and I had only made one minor mistake. I tried my best to ignore it and prevent myself from making further ones. I caught myself tracing my eyes up her legs again. She had shapely calves and curvy thighs. They were pretty long too; her ass was high up and tight as all hell.
“Mitch, go in the back and get me a small stack of envelopes. Hurry,” she said.
At least she remembered my name. I came back with a stack of envelopes for her. They were the only type back there and I double checked.
“Wow, did you need to get THIS many?”
“What? This is a small stack,” I said confused.
“Dude, I only needed like 3.”
“Well then you should have just said 3…”
She turned around to the customer, absolutely peeved at me, but smiling at them like I was never here.
This girl was a grade-A fucking bitch. I couldn’t believe this shit. She was literally picking apart everything I did.
Near the end of our shift, I got the hang of doing the lottery tickets, money orders, and rentals. I was just a little slow with the computer but I was doing alright. Valerie never let up though. She just kept on harping on every single mistake no matter how minor.
“Well dude, I’m outta here. Just hand the keys to Carol when she comes in.”
She turned away after throwing the keys in my face and walked out. I starred at her ass the whole way out; couldn’t help it, but I was so fucking mad at her. What nerve. I knew I’d have to work with her again. At least she was something to stare at, but I’d never fuck her… not that bitch.
Later on when I got home and I was sitting on the edge of my bed, exhausted, I couldn’t help but still think of Valerie. She was such a colossal cunt. I’m not even shy about attacking the thought of her with the C word. She was being a right cunt.
I threw my vest down and lay back on my bed. I closed my eyes and tried to rinse my scrambled thoughts away with some peaceful ones. All of a sudden, Valerie was back in my mind; it was like she was now invading my very thoughts. I could hear her voice bitching and moaning… “Fucking hurry up!”, “UGH! You’re such a scrub”, “Jesus Mick, way to screw up…” It was absolutely mind numbing.
Then without notice, she started to get quieter. She started speaking more softly to me. She started getting giggly. Before I knew it, I was imagining her naked. I was envisioning her perfect body rubbing against mine, I was imagining her wet between the legs, and I was listening to the sweet symphony of her girly moans in that sexy voice of hers.
I reached down and noticed that I now had a massive hard on. My cock was standing up full and curved. It was huge, throbbing, and ready to burst. My thoughts raced around Valerie yelling and cussing at me and then back to her moaning gently in my ear. I imagined her soft feminine fingers (which I got to touch briefly when she handed me paper) wrapped firmly around my cock while she whispered dirty thoughts into my head. I imagined her freaking out about my work and then punishing me by making me eat her wet cunt. My thoughts cascaded into a vision of her taking my cock all the way in while I pulled the fuck out of her hair and called her a stupid bitch; her loving every moment of it, cumming and cumming.
Finally after about fifteen minutes and lots of stroking, I shot six or seven good long streams of hot cum about 3 feet in the air. My balls were drained thinking about that crazy bitch. I hated her but I wanted her…
When I came into work the next day, Corey was in the break room again, this time making a pizza in the microwave instead of going shitball crazy on his cell phone.
“Morning sunshine,” he said to me.
“Hey dude, how’s it going?”
“It’s going and it won’t stop… good times. How was your day with hotcakes yesterday bro?”
“Ah man, where to fucking begin,” I sat my shit down on the table, “It was fucked up beyond ALL recognition; FUBAR to the max dude.”
“What??” he was surprised.
“Yeah, so she was a total fucking bitch… all… fucking… day…”
I filled Mitch in on the details and eventually got to the part when I was at home thinking about her.
“Ah so you angerbated, nice,” he said.
“What the fuck is ‘angerbated’?”
“Angerbating, or ‘angerbation’ as it’s called, is the act of jerking off to the thought of a girl who totally pisses you off beyond believe but who is also hotter than the fires of hell.”
“I’ve never heard of that before, but I’ll tell you what dude, I wouldn’t fuck that girl with a 2,000 foot pole if we were the last two on earth,” I said.
“Whatever Mitch, I guarantee you that if you had the chance, you’d bang her bitchy little brains out… fuck I would. Angry sexy man, I’m telling you.”
“Ooh speaking of that,” Corey continued, “I have to go, gonna meet Jade at the bar.”
“What? Dude you got off work early?” I asked.
“Yep. Good luck today dude… try not to smack her in the ass with your boner when you hand her a wad of cash.”
“Fuck off,” I said jokingly.
I gave Corey some dap and collected my things. I put my vest on and prepared myself for yet another day with the bitch. Maybe she was just having a bad day yesterday. Who the hell knows…
When I got to counter, Valerie wasn’t even there. What a bitch I thought, doesn’t even show up on time. I then noticed that she left her purse on the counter. She must have been in the bathroom. She also left her cell phone out as well. I decided to take a bit of liberty with her privacy, not beginning to feel bad about it after what she put me through.
I grabbed her phone and opened it up. She had a cat as her background; typical girl stuff. I opened up her text messages; no guys, so I guess she didn’t have a boyfriend, either that or she was a lesbian. That would have explained a lot. Maybe she just hates men in general. I opened up the last message; it was a long conversation with some chick named Trisha. I scrolled through it:
Val: Girl it was a long ass day. i had to train this idiot named mitch how to do my job ><
Trish: that sux, did he fuck up a lot?
Val: Omg ya! He couldn’t get anything right… was like working with a monkey
Trish: lol do u have to do it tomorrow 2?
Val: Ya… but you know what, it wasn’t all bad
Trish: how so?
Val: Well to be honest, he was kinda cute… had a nice body too. I saw him checkin out my ass too 😉
Trish: LOL really? Ooh… some naughty thoughts up there.
Val: Ya he got me a little wet 🙂 I went home and fingered a bit, then got a toy out.
Trish: Why don’t u ask him out or something?
Val: Cause he’s a fucking spaz, he barely said anything all day long except “Sorry Valerie”
Trish: Well he’s prolly just nervous around u. u did say he wuz checkin out ur ass
Val: and other things, his mouth was basically watering at me rofl
Trish: lolol like a little puppy
Val: No, more like a 6’1” puppy with a nice face
Trish: See! Ask him out
Val: Fuck no, I’m just gonna fuck with him a bit today then go home and play with my pussy 😛
Trish: haha whatevea girl
Val: I gotta go. Late 4 work. L8ter girlie… <3
Trish: <3 <3
I closed her phone and put it back down on the counter. I couldn’t believe this! She had the hots for me?! After all of that bullshit yesterday she ended up doing the same thing I did when I got home. I got a big hard on from reading that too. Just imaging her laying her on bed spread eagle with a big toy in her tight little cunt was so hot. But man, what a thing to do to fuck with me and get off on it… bitch.
My thoughts were broken when the devil herself walked around the counter.
“Just standing there huh? How about CLEANING the counter Mick?”
She knew my name was Mitch, she was just fucking with me like she said. I’ll play along, I’ll play along good…
“Sure thing,” I said obediently.
I quietly retrieved a spray bottle and some towels, and begin to scrub the service counter. Valerie gave me a spiteful smirk as she turned around to count the till in. I starred at her long jet black hair, her perfect ass tightly framed in her work slacks, and then noticed a little hole on her ass cheek. I could see her creamy white skin and upon a closer look, noticed she wasn’t wearing underwear. I started to get hard again thinking about the fact that her tight cunt was only three feet away from me with nothing covering it but a quarter inch of black fabric.
She shot me a look…
“See something down there idiot?”
“Nope.”
I quietly went back to scrubbing the counter as she finished the till and started on the customers. The day dragged on slowly at first, but as it neared 3pm we started getting long lines.
“Dude… HURRRY up! I need more forms!” she fumed.
“Here ya go.” I handed her a stack of the right paper, with the right format, and just enough. Of course she bitched at me as always, but she was in for a surprise when she tried to log into the computer.
“What… my password isn’t working,” she said.
She snapped to me, then back to the computer.
“I am so sorry, it’ll be one more minute,” she said to the customer in front of her.
She frantically tried re-entering her information until she finally gave up and had to call the shift supervisor for help. There was a long snaking line of customers with very angry expressions standing right in front of her. I had changed her password when she went on break after deliberately being slow on the computer all day long, making her believe I was the “spaz”.
Near the end of the shift, she was absolutely stressed beyond believe. She looked exhausted and worn to the bone. Her hair was frizzy, she was sweating, and her face was getting red. She looked a little sexier like that, I have to admit. As I was counting the forms for the next shift, we got one last customer.
“That’ll be $2.00,” said Valerie.
The customer handed her a hundred and she asked me to go change it for her. It took me about five minutes to remember the safe combination. When I finally got back, she looked even more pissed.
“Here’s your change sir,” she said to the customer.
“Yeah thanks, nice how it only took an hour or two,” he said to her.
“He spit in the waste bin beside the counter and walked off.”
I half smiled and half felt bad for her, he was an asshole after all. Before I could get back to my work, she turned to me. She got up right near my face and was absolutely furious. I could see her green eyes burn with rage only inches from me. She was so sexy up close that I could burst; I could smell her sweet sweaty skin as it entrapped my senses.
“Mitch, WHAT THE FUCKING HELL?! Can you FUCKING do anything right? No you can’t because you are fucking moron. You can’t use the computer, you can’t count money, you get the wrong forms, and you take NINE FUCKING YEARS to change a fucking hundred dollar bill!”
My anger took hold, mixing with my lust.
“You know what Valerie, you are a FUCKING CUNT! Working with you has got to have been the worst fucking thing that has ever happened to me PERIOD! You can’t stop being a bitch for five minutes.”
“Yeah and what the fuck are you gonna do about it? ASSHOLE!” she pushed me back and stood there with tears beginning to run down her cheeks. I could see those fangs of hers protrude as she was almost growling at me.
I was furious, but I would never strike a girl, ever. Even though she was the most colossal bitch, I kept my hands clear. Instead, I tore my vest off and threw it against the wall.
“Valerie. Go fuck yourself!”
I walked away from her and made for the break room. I turned back briefly to see her standing there crying. Good… fuck her.
No sooner than I got my shit out of my locker, did I see Valerie standing in the doorway of the break room.
“Oh now what? Haven’t you busted my balls enough for one day?” I said to her.
She didn’t respond, but instead she casually closed the break room door behind her and locked it. For a brief moment, I thought she was going to murder me in here.
She walked over to me very casually with a sultry sway to her hips. She was now inches away from me, barely coming up to my face. I could smell the sweet scent of her sweaty body, I could see the beads of sweat and tears drip off of the ends of her chin and her disheveled hair. Her luscious green eyes were locked directly to mine, still misted over with the remains of her tears.
“Mitch, I don’t know what got into you, but you really made me lose it. I cried so hard and I was so angry at you! I think half the store heard you.”
Before I could speak, she put one of her arms around my neck and reached for my right hand. She then passionately shoved her lips to mine, her tongue inside my mouth, and bit my lower lip on the way out.
“And look what you did to me you fucker.”
She guided my hand to her crotch; I could feel her warm pussy through her pants. She was absolutely soaking wet with juice.
She moved her hands down my chest and to my now raging stiff cock. She moved slightly lower and firmly grasped my balls. Her lips moved to my ears.
“You are such a fucking moron, and I hate you,” she said gently in my ear, “now, I want some of that cum in there. Can you even give me that?”
I grabbed her hands away and raised her arms over her head. I firmly set her against the wall of lockers.
“Valerie, you bitch… you just can’t say one remotely nice thing, can you? You can’t spew anything out of that little bitchy mouth of yours that is even vaguely courteous.”
I kissed her with an amazing thrust of passion and she kissed me back yielding even more force. Our bodies locked into each other as our physical lust wrestled wildly. She wrapped her long luscious legs around my waist as we entwined in a rage of passion. I bit her neck, it was so soft and sweet tasting; she moaned in pleasure.
After a minute or two of tongue fucking each other’s mouths, she unwrapped herself from me and kneeled down on the floor. Her lips were inches away from my cock and I could feel her warm breath through my pants. She unzipped me and tore my pants down, my boxers following soon afterwards. My cock snapped out and hit her in the face; she obviously didn’t expect it to be 8 and half inches long.
“Wow, I thought you’d be at most five inches or so…” she said in complete surprise.
“This thing is pretty long; and thick too! You may be a dumb fucker, but you’re pretty well hung. You’re lucky I practice deep throating my toys.”
Before I could say another word, she shoved my cock all the way into her mouth and then pressed her hands against my pelvis. I could feel her throat open up; I could feel my cock slide deeper into her as her warm saliva soaked my shaft. I could feel her cute fangs grind on my cock as it slid in. I watched as she forced down every last inch and placed her tongue, which was surprisingly long, on the underside of my balls. All of my nearly nine inch cock and part of my balls were now down Valarie’s throat. My eyes rolled into the back of my head as I supported myself against the table behind me.
I moaned in pleasure as she let me throat fuck her for five or six whole minutes. She barely took a breath. She sucked my cock down with increasing rapidity until she got a good motion, and then she held it down while her tongue attacked my aching balls. They were full of hot cum and she was doing her best to get it out of me.
Suddenly, she stopped and ejected my cock from her mouth. She stood up, threw her vest off and ripped off her white button-up shirt, revealing a see-thru black bra which was discarded next. What remained were two of the most perfect breasts I had ever seen. Both natural shapely tear-dropped tits dotted with large rock hard pink nipples. I kneeled down and started viciously sucking on her tits, making sure to grind my teeth on her nipples. She was moaning that girly sexy voice that I loved, but then she stopped me and pushed me a way.
“Enough of that shit, put that big fucker in me right now… Mick”
“It’s Mitch, you cunt.”
She smiled at me with her crooked fangy grin that I love and then bit her lip as she let off a slight giggle. I swung her around, slammed her against the lockers, and ripped open the small hole that I saw in her pants earlier. Her pussy was wholly exposed now in all of its glory. I felt my cock pulsate and stiffen to the bursting point at the sight of her juicy damp cunt. It was so tight and pink, just waiting to be split.
“Mmm your cunt is ready.”
“Quit wasting time and fuck me already you asshole,” she said.
I grabbed my cock and shoved it inside her waiting pussy. With a smooth motion, I thrust my hard shaft all the way inside her; and despite being so staggeringly tight, it slid in with ease on account of the flood of juices her pussy was producing.
She let out a deafening moan of pleasure as I slid completely in and out of her. I leaned into her and with one arm I locked her wrists up against the lockers. I shoved my cock in and out of her as she screamed in orgasmic ecstasy. I moved my hands down to her plump ass as I was pounding her, which gave me even greater grip. I spanked her ass a few times as I pounded her.
“Mmmm, fuck you’re tight. You stupid fucking bitch!”
“MMMMMMMMMMMMMMM OH MY GOD… FUCK ME! FUCKKKK MEEEEE!!! GIVE ME THAT FUCKING SHIT!”
She was going wild. She was moaning so loud that my ears were hurting. It was fucking amazing.
I felt the intense motion of her body collide with mine. My balls were getting soaked slapping against her wet cunt as she plowed on my cock. I started pulling her hair after a bit, which made her bend and tense even more. Eventually she started to violently shake, her pussy tightening around my cock even more, and warm juice started oozing all over her legs. She arched up one last time and threw her hands against the lockers as she came in a maelstrom of screaming and moaning.
“MMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMFUCKKKKKKKKKKKKKKK!!!!!!”
I was pretty sure everyone in a five mile radius could hear her cum. She was crying now with pleasure; tears running down her face as she was telling me not to stop. She felt so tight around my cock that I felt like I was gonna lose it soon, but no… I was gonna make that bitch cum more before she made me.
Suddenly without warning, she slid me out, flipped around and kneeled to my cock again. She thoroughly cleaned all the juices off before she stood up to kiss me once more.
“Taste me. I want you to fucking taste my cum.”
I could taste her sweet juices swirl in my mouth, I could taste her delicious wet cunt. My cock was surging with heat.
I grabbed her by the waist, flipped around, and threw on the table. I leaned her back, kneeled down, and spread her legs apart. I ripped open what was left of her black pants, exposing the entirety of her pussy and ass.
“What the fuck do you think you’re doing?!” she said.
“Shut up Valerie!”
I buried my face into her wet cunt, lashing her throbbing clit with my tongue. I drank her sweet juices as she grinded her pussy into my face and grasped the back of my head.
“MMMmMMMM Oh… OHHH… OooHH MMM… FUCKKKK!!!” She was going wild. She came at least three or four more times with my face in her cunt. Tears were rolling down her beautiful angular face. I bent her up a little further, her legs resting over my shoulders. I started to trace my finger around her sopping wet ass hole.
“MMMM … Mitch, what the fuck are you doing now??!” she screamed.
I put my finger in her ass and twirled it around as I continued to eat her out.
“Ooh Mitch…. Noo… mmmMMMMM OH MY GOD… MMMM… YES DON’T STOP BABY!”
My face was soaked with her cum. She went crazy for the asshole tease. I was making her cum once for every time she yelled at me.
Eventually we got into an upright position again. This time I threw her long legs over my shoulders and fucked her on her back. I pounded her so hard that I was getting a strain in my legs, but I didn’t care, I was going to make her cum harder than she ever had before.
“OHH… MY… GOD… MITCH… BABY YOU’RE SO DEEP… I CAN FEEL YOU IN MY STOMACH… MMMMMMMMMM FUCK MEE HONEY.”
She was screaming, crying, cumming, and shaking with pleasure. I felt like I had won and now it was time for the big finish. I started feeling the precum seep out as I was pounding her and then I knew it was time. I pulled out quickly, snapped her legs apart and pulled her up. She was now sitting on the table in front of me.
“What the fuc-.” She started to say…
My cock exploded all over her luscious body. Her tits, her face, and the rest of her front end were all being blasted with my white hot cum. I must have shot fifteen long streams of cum all over this girl. She was covered.
She wiped the cum from her beautiful green eyes and lay back exhausted. After about 30 seconds, the cum spattered bitchy angel looked up at me.
“Fucking holy fuck dude, did you have to cum THAT much? Look at me!”
“Fuck off you little slut, you love my hot cum”
She gave me a cute fangy grin, “Yeah, but your aim sucks.”
She snapped herself up and passionately kissed me one last time before walking over to the sink and cleaning herself off properly. I followed her and did the same. I lent her a spare pair of pants I had in my locker and we both got dressed.
“You work tomorrow Mick?” she asked me as we stood there.
“Yeah, I guess I’ll have to deal with you again.”
“I guess so.” She winked at me and bit her lower lip.
She walked out of the locker room, leaving me to clean the cum and juices up. What a sly bitch.
I came in the next day to once again find Corey in the break room on his phone. After he hung up, he came over to me.
“So how was day two with the bitch queen?” he asked.
“It was fucking terrible, but it ended well enough.”
“Oh yeah, how so?”
“Well, lets just say I got my aggressions out on her.”
He snickered and put his phone in his pocket. He started to walk out but then turned around to me.
“Oh hey dude, I meant to tell you. That guy at Window World called. He said we can both come in for an interview but the pay is the same as it is here. I’m gonna stay but I figured you’d definitely want to get out of this place, if nothing more than to get away from Valerie.”
I smiled at him as I closed my locker.
“You know what Corey, I think you were right after all. I think I’ll just be patient and stay here for a little while longer.”
He smirked at me and left. I fixed my vest, clocked in, and started out to the floor. Here comes Mick baby.

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