Discipline

Fiction

Trafficked Love Ch. 17

— THIS STORY CONTAINS EXPLICIT CONTENT AND VULGAR LANGUAGE. It is fictional and does not depict real people or events. —Call girl, Angel, believes there’s nothing nothing more to life than what she is doing now. But when she falls in love with an undercover cop, and things get heated between her and her pimp, Angel searches for answers. Is this really all she is destined for? Could she escape if she wanted to? Would the outside world accept her if she left this lifestyle behind?

Fiction

Evil Souls Have No Limits (Chapter 2)

This is chapter 2. I am sorry it took me so long but I have been very busy. Secondly I went more mild on the death part in this chapter. Also, there will be some more info added in chapter 3 about the charaters from another story series on here that me and the other arthur are going to connect our stories with. There is a tidbit of info in this chapteron that subject. Second to last point, please give me some feedback on who you would like to see become the next target for amanda’s first job and idea’s you would like to see. I think some fan interaction and ideas could help spruce it up a bit here. Lastly, please comment good or bad with your thoughts, all I ask is speak intelligently.

Fiction

Reading Allowed, Pt.4

READING ALLOWED, Part 4
By lamignonne and Zenmackie
He made her put the collar on herself. He showed her how to open the clasp with the Allen key and watched her fix the steel band around her neck. It fit perfectly—snug against her skin but not tight enough to constrict her breathing in any way. He pocketed the key and just watched her as she knelt at his feet, feeling the collar with her hands and getting used to its weight. After a quiet, tense minute, during which he was sure she was contemplating the seriousness of the decision she’d just made—and, he had no doubt, getting hornier by the second—he reached down and clipped the chain leash to her collar.
He took a step back and gave the leash a vicious yank, pitching Marie forward onto her hands and knees. She gasped and her hand went involuntarily to her neck. She looked up at him and her face, small and pale above the shiny uncompromising steel, revealed her hurt feelings. “Just making sure it works, princess,” he said in reply, smiling cruelly. He pulled steadily on the leash and she followed him, crawling, over to a padded spanking bench assembled in the middle of the store. He sat down and she settled at his feet.
Marie was exhausted. Her thoughts and feelings had been rioting since that morning, and it was taking its toll on her. She knew she’d made the right decision when she agreed to wear his collar, but her life had changed so irrevocably and so fast—she couldn’t assimilate the joy and confusion that flooded her. Her pussy and asshole burned where he’d so roughly fingered them. The slight pain only made her hornier.
For she was horny again, almost unbearably so. The way he’d manhandled her, the feel of the slave collar around her neck, the crawling, all had their inevitable effect and by now she could feel her wetness starting to coat her inner thighs. Her nipples, still recovering from having been clamped for an hour or more, were hard and throbbing. How badly she wanted him to touch her again, to hold her like he had before… She rubbed her head against his leg, instinctively seeking comfort.
“Sit up and look at me,” he snapped, sounding irritated. Marie rushed to obey him, remembering to spread her thighs, hoping he’d notice and be pleased.
But his voice was cold as he went on, “Now for your punishment.”
She looked so dismayed it was comical. He would have laughed if this hadn’t been an important moment. He had to make good on his promise to make her suffer right away, or she might not take him seriously.
Marie felt her stomach sink. She’d been so hoping he’d take her in his arms, hold her down and fuck her thoroughly. Hadn’t he punished her well enough for her two transgressions? She’d thought the panties over her face and in her mouth, the clamps on her nipples, being left uncomfortably bound and alone in the bookstore hallway had been her punishment. What had she done now?
As if reading her thoughts, he was saying, “I think you learned your lesson about following my directions precisely, and maybe even about coming without permission.” He paused for effect. “But you’ve completely neglected to thank me for your gift.”
Marie’s hands flew to her collar and grasped it tightly, afraid he might take it away from her. An instant later, however, she threw herself down, her forehead touching the tips of his shoes and her palms to the floor on either side of him. “I’m so sorry, Master,” she said to the floor, “I didn’t mean to be ungrateful.” She raised her face to look up at him. “Thank you, Master,” she whispered, “for the most wonderful, precious gift I’ve ever been given. I know I don’t deserve it, especially now when I’ve been so thoughtless.” She rose up onto her knees and seized his hands. “Please, please punish me, Sir, as I deserve.” She released his hands and prostrated herself before him again.
He was glad she wasn’t looking at him, because he was a little shocked. He never expected her to attain this level of submissiveness this soon. He didn’t know if she was just being clever, trying to think of the right things to say to mollify him, or if she really meant it—but either way, it was an impressive apology. It also made him hard as a rock.
He stood up and said, “Get up,” and to his relief his voice sounded disgusted. She rose shakily, keeping her eyes downcast. He studied her face for a couple of seconds but he still couldn’t tell if she’d been sincere in her apology or what she was thinking. Well, in a few minutes all her thoughts would be focused on the pain of her ass.
In truth, he wasn’t angry with her, or even really disappointed—she’d learn. But he’d been waiting all evening to really enjoy his new little submissive, and now his body was straining to possess her. “All right, princess,” he said finally, indicating the spanking bench. “Climb aboard.”
Marie looked at the contraption with trepidation. He had been sitting on a cushioned platform, about three feet off the ground. To one side of it, about a foot lower, were two skinnier, longer platforms, about two or three feet apart and angled outward. On the other side were another two platforms, a little shorter and about shoulder-width apart. An intimidating collection of straps and cuffs dangled from several points.
Satisfied that she’d figured it out, Marie gingerly approached the bench. Kneeling carefully on the long padded rests, she aligned her hips with the middle platform and bent forward until she could place her forearms on the arm rests. As soon as she was in place, her instincts screamed at her to jump up and get off this thing. She’d never felt so exposed, even when she’d been bound and naked in the parking lot earlier. She started to tremble. Why, once he strapped her down he’d be able to do anything he wanted to her, and she would be helpless to resist.
He, on the other hand, was delighted with the way she looked on the bench. His friend Theo had adjusted it to his specifications earlier that evening, and her petite frame fit perfectly. Her arms were supported from her hands to her elbows, her legs from her knees to her ankles, while her small bare feet hung in the air off the end of the leg rests, her toes pointing at the floor. The main platform supported her hips and stomach, but her breasts hung free, almost beckoning him to do things to them. The arm rests were low enough that her ass was pointed enticingly upwards, while her legs were kept spread and angled apart, giving him access to her crotch and inner thighs. His heart pounded at the sight, and he knew she’d look even sexier when she was strapped down.
With that thought in mind, he began to efficiently fasten the straps and cuffs to her body. There were cuffs for her ankles and wrists, pinning them securely to the arm and leg rests. Additional straps went around the backs of her knees, her arms near the elbow, and her waist. He pulled them all very tight, knowing that when he was done she wouldn’t be able to so much as wiggle. When he was done he stepped back and looked at her, slowly circling her helpless form. The black cuffs and straps contrasted delightfully with her pale skin, the dusky pink color of her nipples and pussy also standing out. The angle of the leg rests pulled her buttocks and pussy lips apart slightly and tightened the skin over the whole area, making it more sensitive to punishment. He swore he could see her pussy twitching, clear moisture seeping slowly and steadily from it, making her plump labia look shiny and enticing. It was a vision.
He stepped around to her front, where she kept her head down, her hair falling around her face. “Look at me,” he commanded and she did, her wide eyes and flushed cheeks betraying her nervousness and her arousal. “Do you remember reading me your favorite book last night?”
“Yes, Sir,” she whispered, her stomach tightening as she wondered where this was leading.
“In that chapter, what happened to the princess?’
“She—she was sp-spanked, in the tavern in the inn,” Marie stammered.
“Spanked with what, princess?”
Her heart pounding, Marie struggled to get her voice to cooperate. He reached out and pinched one of her sore nipples. When he started twisting it, she finally cried, “A—a paddle, Sir!”
He released her nipple, saying, “That’s right.” He smiled wolfishly, adding, “I’m sure you can guess what’s going to happen to you.”
He took a step towards her, adding, “But not just yet.” He reached out and smoothed her hair away from her face with his hands, pausing to massage her temples gently with his thumbs, soothing her. “Not…just…yet,” he repeated softly, as if to himself. He opened and unzipped his pants and pushed them down to his thighs. Then he took his cock in his hand and began to rub it across Marie’s face.
“Mmmm…” His eyes were intense, his expression deeply focused as if he was an artist and her face the canvas he was painting. Sometimes he used just the very tip to make delicate little patterns around her eyes and other times he would press its entire length against her face, seizing her head and grinding it roughly back and forth against him. Marie knew she had to be utterly still, to continue to meet his gaze, even though she was dying to take him into her mouth, especially when he began to rub the head across her lips.
She got her wish, although not in the way she had hoped, when he used his hands to pull her jaws apart and shoved his cock into her mouth–as if she were not a person at all, nothing but a convenient hole for him to fuck.
His face was as cold and dispassionate as his movements were brutally lustful. He pushed his cock down her throat and held it until she began choke and gag, then withdrew just long enough for her to gasp for breath before pushing into her again, over and over.
Marie whimpered, tears running down her face, as she choked and tried desperately to relax her throat enough to accommodate him. Her body of its own accord writhed helplessly against her bonds until she felt as if every muscle was about to be torn loose. And her pussy…oh god, her pussy was dripping!
At the very edge of her peripheral vision she could still make out his face during those few seconds when her head wasn’t being forced up and down on his cock. She saw his eyes blaze and his jaw tighten and knew instinctively that he was about to come. So when he pulled out of her mouth and released his grip she raised her eyes to his, holding his gaze as he reached his orgasm and with no more than a single grunt of pleasure began spurting his come onto her face.
Thankfully, he missed her eyes, but Marie could feel the globs of come sliding down her cheeks and forehead. Bound as she was, she couldn’t wipe it off. But he had no intention of it coming off, she realized as, recovering himself, he used his thumbs to gently, carefully smear the deposit across her face, rubbing it into her skin.
“Maybe this time you’ll remember not to wash your face.”
Tears filled Marie’s eyes at the thought of having the sticky residue of his come on her face for hours, days maybe, but she reveled in his cruelty—now only wishing he’d get on with it and fuck her as roughly as she was longing for him to do. But he was going to paddle her first.
He had refastened his pants and walked away, out of her sight. She could hear him touching something on one of the store’s racks. Her body tensed at the sound of wood knocking into wood; her muscles struggled in vain to close her legs. He came back, holding three different paddles by their handles. He thrust them toward her face, saying gruffly, “Choose.”
The sight of the frightening instruments had Marie flexing involuntarily against her bonds again. All three paddles were made of wood, but their properties varied otherwise. One was long and skinny, about an inch thick, with holes bored through it at intervals. The second was broader and shorter, with a long handle. She looked at the third one with distaste. It was dyed a lurid purple color and the paddle at the end of its long handle was shaped like a heart. She remembered vividly her spanking from last night, so she had some idea now of how painful a spanking could be, but that had just been with his hand. This had to be much worse. She wished she had some idea of which would hurt the most. She wished she could read his mind. Was there one he wanted her to pick?
It was taking her too long, she realized suddenly, frantically, just as he grabbed her by the hair and yanked her head up and back. “Didn’t I tell you I expect instant obedience?” he growled, and she hastened to say, “Yes, Sir, I’m sorry… the middle one.”
Without releasing her hair, he brought his face close to hers and said, “Beg me to punish you. Be specific.”
Marie gulped. She squirmed nervously against the straps. “Please…” she whispered, then paused and took a shaky breath. “Please punish me, Sir, for… for forgetting to thank you for my gift.” Her eyes closed as she braced herself for the rest. “Please paddle me, Sir.”It hardly gets better than this, he thought as he watched her pretty, expressive face, still shiny with his come; saw the eager, apprehensive look in her big green eyes as she begged him to hit her bound, defenseless body with a wooden paddle. He was glad he’d fucked her face just before; otherwise, it would be a struggle not to take her right now. She was so tempting when she begged.
But first things first. He dropped a kiss on her forehead, murmuring, “Good girl,” then released her hair and stepped around to her rear. He dropped the other two paddles and hefted the one she’d picked in his hand. He wondered if she knew that the longer handle would allow him to swing with more force.
Marie hoped he wouldn’t make her wait forever like he had the night before… but as soon as she completed the thought she felt the smooth wooden edge of the paddle stroking her inner thighs, which were spread and stretched by the spanking bench.
He slid the side of the paddle up against her pussy, making sure to stroke it over her clit, then back up between her buttocks and over the little star of her asshole. He loved the way she gasped and squirmed in her bondage. He’d pulled the straps so tight she could hardly move, only her head remaining free. He stopped teasing her with the paddle, stopping only a moment to notice the gleam of moisture on its surface, and said loudly, “Now, since you obviously need some instruction in manners, princess, I think it’s appropriate for you to thank me after each swat. Don’t you agree?”
“Yes, Sir,” came her quiet, strained voice.
The next sound that came out of her mouth was a yelp of pain– “OWWwww!”–followed by the hiss of her breath through clenched teeth. He had given her no warning whatsoever beyond the whoosh of the paddle just before it struck and she’d been completely unprepared. Oh christ, it had hurt much more than any of his previous spankings. And he was just beginning.
Even though she was still gasping with pain and shock she forced herself to speak. “Th-thank you, Ssssir,” she whispered. “Thank you for p-punishing m-” The second blow cut her off before she could finish, making her head jerk back, and before she could lower it he had seized her by the hair again, yanking it tightly in his fist. “Speak up, you lazy fucking whore!” he yelled.
“Y-y-yes…YES SIR!” She spoke so loudly that her voice echoed in the empty store. She sobbed a couple of times, then continued. “THANK YOU FOR PUNISHING ME, SIR!” Her scalp was on fire, her ass…her…oh god, her pussy was literally throbbing, she could feel it! Then, before she knew what she was saying she burst out, “PLEASE PUNISH ME SOME MORE, SIR!”
If he’d had any remaining doubts about her sexual nature, they were eradicated by her surprising plea. He’d been a little unsure about how she’d take those first couple of blows—they were delivered at about eighty percent of his strength, hard enough to slam her hips forward into the padded bench. The skin on her ass was already glowing a lovely shade of red. But she was enjoying it—glorying in it, even. She looked so incredibly sexual right now. Her eyes were closed so that her long lashes fanned out over her cheeks; her head was drawn back by his grip on her hair, exposing the smooth lines of her throat and accentuating the slave collar she wore; her breasts with their swollen tips were thrust forward as her back arched. There were little beads of sweat at her hairline. His innocent little submissive—she was lost in pleasure as he punished her.
He released her hair, taking a step back for better aim. “You greedy slut!” he growled, a touch of humor in his voice, but she didn’t notice it, too busy absorbing the blow that followed his words. And then another, before she’d managed to choke out a thank you. As she started to gasp out the words, he swatted her again, and she lost her breath. Finally he paused and she cried out, “Thank you, sir, thank you thank you!” She didn’t know if he was counting, but Marie wasn’t taking any chances.
He dropped the paddle and put his hands on her ass cheeks, feeling the heat of her skin. He ran his fingernails lightly over them and watched her struggle in her bonds, her feet flexing helplessly. “Tell me you’re my slut,” he ordered, his voice roughened by his burgeoning arousal. He looked at her asshole, exposed and surrounded by the bright red skin of her ass. He eased his thumb into it, unable to resist.
Marie moaned at the invasion, her ass clamping down on his thumb as her pussy clenched involuntarily, grabbing at the empty air. She’d die if he didn’t fuck her. “God, yes, I’m your slut, Sir, I’m your slut!” She almost screamed the last words. “Please, please fuck me! Oh, fuck me, Sir, PLEASE!” She pictured him standing behind her, between her helplessly spread thighs, looking at her, casually raping her ass with his hand. She heard him unzipping his pants again and strained against the strap, trying to push her ass back towards him in invitation.
He positioned his cock, leaned over her and got a grip on her hair again. “Don’t you dare come,” he snarled close to her ear, then drove into her in one hard thrust.
It was impossible. Marie screamed as his cock filled her all at once and she tumbled into the most intense orgasm of her life. Her body thrashed against her restraints as of she were having a seizure or receiving a huge electrical shock. She screamed again and again. It was too much and it went on, wave after wave, for so long that she was almost afraid that he had somehow triggered an endless orgasm; that she would continue to come like this until she died from it.
He held himself perfectly still, his hands resting lightly on her hips as she jerked and gasped and screamed beneath him. He had been reasonably sure that she would be unable to stop herself from coming, given how utterly, mindlessly aroused she was—which was why he had told her not to, of course. But he was slightly shocked by the how quickly it had happened and by the incredible intensity of her orgasm.
Eventually, though, she settled beneath him and became still. Her breath, still coming in sobs at first, slowly quieted and her head hung down as if she had fainted. Only then did he withdraw his now somewhat softened erection and stand. He tucked himself back into his pants and closed them up again.
He stood for a moment looking down at Marie, pinned like a butterfly on the bench. His. He leaned down and, even though he was fairly sure she wouldn’t feel it, placed a tender kiss at the base of her spine before turning and walking out of the room, returning moments later with a cup of water.
He walked to the front of the bench, where she still lay only semi-conscious, her head lolling slowly back and forth, her sweat-soaked hair hanging in limp strands around it. He let her rest a little longer, waiting until she showed signs of stirring before seizing her hair again, lifting her head up and dashing the water into her face.
As she gasped and spluttered he leaned down, put his face to hers and said harshly, “I told you…not…to…come!” He waited until her still-startled eyes focused on his before adding, “You are going to learn to do as you’re told if it takes all night!”

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Fiction

Female Boss in charge

I had just taken a new job at a mid-sized company, and my initial reaction was that the team I was working with were a fun bunch of people who were very diligent about doing their jobs, but also treated each other in a friendly way. There were six people in our team headed up by Maxine, a tall (5’10”) attractive blonde who was probably in her late 20s, at first I wasn’t sure how things would work out given she was more than 10 years younger than me, but it became obvious that she was both very smart and treated everyone on the team as peers, in fact there were times where I wondered if she was too accommodating given she was the boss. Overall, my new work environment was the best I had ever worked in and I would go home at night thinking what a great decision it had been to move to the company.
About a month into my new job we were working on a large presentation which Maxine was going to deliver to a new client on the following Monday. I was working hard on the Thursday afternoon to wrap it up so that we could have a final group discussion on the Friday when Maxine walked by my desk and asked how close I was to being complete, because she had an offsite meeting with a different client at 5pm. I told her that it was going to be at several more hours, but I should be done by 7pm.
“Good work” she replied, “Unfortunately my home printer is screwed, so can I get you to bring me a copy at my apartment?”
“Sure, no problem” I said “I’ll drop it by at 7:30, unless it takes longer to finish, then I’ll text you to let you know”
With that she gave me her address and left the office for her other meeting.
I made good time on the rest of the project and was soon in a cab heading to her place. As we drove I was thinking to myself how committed she was – we had a full day to work up additional changes to the presentation, but she still wanted to give it a preliminary review tonight. “I guess that’s how she managed to get to be a boss at such a young age” I thought to myself.
The streets were surprisingly busy, but since I finished my work faster than anticipated I was right on time as I rang her buzzer.
“Hello” the voice at the other end crackled
“Hi Maxine, it’s Mike, I have your copy of the presentation” I replied
“OK, come on in” followed by the door buzzing unlocked
I proudly walked up the steps thinking to myself what a great job I had done not only on the presentation, but also on going out of my way to deliver it. This will help strengthen her impression of me. I knocked on the door, and after a couple of moments it was opened and I saw a stern looking Maxine, dressed as she had been at work all day, looking back at me.
“Here is the…” I said half stepping into her doorway, before being cut off
“This is very disappointing” she said tersely, snatching the envelope out of my hand
I was completely stunned and stammered some jibberish as I tried to understand what I had done wrong.
“Come in here and we’ll have to sort this out” she blurted at me, maintaining the unfriendly expression that I hadn’t seen on her face since I took the job.
“I’m sorry, I don’t understand what I’ve done wrong” I said sheepishly stepping into her apartment and hearing the door click shut behind me.
“You said you’d be here at 7:30, or you’d text to advise me otherwise” was the snapped response, “what time is it now?”
I fumbled to check the time and replied “7:32”.
“Exactly. Now I realize that you’re new on the team, but I don’t tolerate team members failing to deliver on their promises. Come into this other room and we’ll have to figure out what your punishment will be”.
I followed her into the other room too stunned to have an immediate reaction, but feeling my anger building after I had stayed late and gone out of my way to deliver the presentation. Before I could say anything she turned and disappeared out of the room throwing a comment “Wait here, I will be back in a couple of minutes to deal with this matter”.
The silence of the room left me to think more about a response to Maxine’s excessive reaction, and I started to formulate what I was going to say to challenge her over what was basically a negligible time difference. The wait was at most a couple of minutes, but by the time I heard the door start to open I was ready to verbally assault her over her unreasonableness.
First I heard the click of high heels on the floor, followed by the sight of her wearing a tight black short skirted PVC outfit combined with exceedingly high heeled boots, a paddle dangling from her hand. The contours of her body were perfectly silhouetted by the outfit, and while she was not a large breasted woman, her outfit had pressed her breasts upwards so that she had a tantalizing glimpse of cleavage on display.
She slowly, walked across the room to me in steps which left the click of her heels echoing in my brain. She stopped inches in front of my face, and by virtue of her high heels she was staring down at me, leaving me intimidated by the combination of her attire, her height superiority and the completely different persona from anything I had encountered from her in the previous month.
All of the thoughts I had about what to say were lost, I was confused, silent and powerless to react. She looked down upon me for several seconds seeming to relish the control she had of the situation, and then spoke in a soft measured tone.
“I know that you are new with the company, but we still all need to know the rules. I have to give you 6 stokes of the paddle so that you understand for the future.”
Mentally disoriented, I found myself incapable of doing anything other than turning and bending over to receive my punishment.
“No, no, no” she tsked “your trousers have done nothing wrong – you are the one who needs disciplining. Take off all your clothes immediately.” She said in a still soft tone, but with an obvious stress on “immediately”
Completely lost in the situation, I unconsciously started to disrobe down to my boxer shorts at which time I looked to see her eyes in a silent but determined stare drilling through mine, no reaction was required for me to know that she was waiting for my absolute compliance. I dropped my boxers to the floor and then bent over to receive my paddling to supplement the humiliation of my complete submission to my boss.
My hope that this would be over quickly was mistaken as she walked a very slow, methodical circle around me as though I was her prey. Again each heel strike on the floor seemed to send electric shocks through my brain interrupting my racing thoughts over how I got into this predicament, what I was going to do to get out of it, and an additional mass of jumbled incoherent synapse firing. After what seemed an eternity she stopped on my left side, then I felt her gently make a cross on my left buttock with a finger nail, followed by her softly uttering “one”, then the paddle connected with my left buttock creating a solid smacking sound and a warmth which seemed to spread towards my head after a couple of seconds, refocussing my attention on my plight.
As the radiating warmth died down, I quickly realized that the paddle stroke had actually been far more gentle than I had feared. My mind raced trying to analyze this fact and what message it delivered. In my mental distraction I blocked out the continued footsteps as she circled to my right side, crossed my right buttock, notified “two” then brought the paddle down onto my right buttock with similar strength to the first stroke.
More circling, finger-nail crosses, a “three” and a “four” and the warmth in my buttocks was supplemented by a further pair of blows which seemed slightly more gentle than the first pair. Just as my mind was beginning to gain comfort and balance with the rhythm of the situation, Maxine then destroyed the cadence with a longer delay, no walking and dead silence. After what seemed endless, but was probably only 15 seconds, she issued a “five” and as I started to contemplate the fact she had marked no target buttock, the paddle connected across both cheeks, slightly more gently than the second pair of strokes. This blow scarcely registered to me and it immediately solidified my opinion that she had realized that she had accomplished her goal and she was simply going through the motions before allowing me to leave in humiliation.
Knowing I was all but finished, one gentle paddle stroke to be delivered, I started thinking about collecting my clothes, dressing and fleeing as quickly as my legs would take me. I would regain my composure at home {“six” echoed somewhere beyond my attention} and figure out what to do about this whole situation and…..
“WHACK” the paddle connected one final time with a decidedly ungentle blow that immediately and for the seemingly umpteenth time since I entered Maxine’s apartment told me I was out of my depth in whatever was occurring. Only later that night, in retrospect, did I conclude that the blow probably wasn’t much harder than the first pair, but it might as well have been delivered by a fully running swing of the paddle based on my inappropriately established expectation. I sucked in deeply, letting out a slight gasp and was distracted from my thought process around escaping Maxine’s lair.
I stood up, feeling like a somewhat punch-drunk fighter trying to get his bearings, and staggered towards my pile of discarded clothes. I knelt down on one knee to gather them, only for Maxine to kneel behind me looping one arm around my body, under one arm, and up across my neck and pulling my body tight to hers, her cool PVC outfit pressing against my back as she moved her mouth to my ear and whispered “you’re not done yet” as her other hand reached around me, cupped my testicles in her hands briefly, then slid along the length of my throbbing penis.
That was the first time I realized how aroused the paddling had made me. The collective impact of the constraint of her arm across my chest and neck, her hand around my cock, the sensation of cool PVC insistently pressing against my back contrasting with her hot breath caressing the side of my face started to snap me out of my stunned stupor.
Her hand lingered on my rod, sliding once ever so delicately from base to head and back down, her tongue flicking delicately at my earlobe. While I now realized that she had vastly expanded her concern from her initial “punishment” I had no idea whether I had any part in the decision of how this was to progress, and whether I would simply be meat put through the tenderizer for her satisfaction. The one thing I was sure of was that I now was comfortable with whatever way she wished for this to evolve – she had me completely under her control, though for the first time that night I had escaped my total sense of confusion at the proceedings.
In a soft almost sweet voice she murmured “I’m sorry for having to punish you, but it’s my responsibility as a boss to ensure that the team understands how the rules work”, before adding with a slightly more devilish tone “besides, it seems like you enjoyed your punishment” coupling the second statement with a steady squeeze of my throbbing member.
I barely whispered a “Yes Ma’am” as I closed my eyes and inhaled a deep breath of her erotic scent.
She rose up, never removing either her arm or her hands from where they were placed, somewhat dragging me to a standing position, my eyes still closed as I luxuriated in the awareness of the situation.
She released her physical grip on me then led me by the hand to a bed and had me lie on my back. She quickly straddled my chest and pinned my wrists to the bed each side of my head, then leant forward pushing her constrained cleavage into my face, permitting me to greedily bury my face in the valley of her breasts. She had allowed me my first dose of control for only a couple of seconds when she shifted to my left, reached for something unseen and in no time at all had my left wrist bound in a leather cuff which was strapped to the bed. Moments later she had rocked back to my right and repeated the task with my other wrist, leaving me to ponder how fleeting my episode of control had been. She returned to her perch on my chest, sliding down to bring her face in line with mine, her blue eyes glimmering as she stared into my eyes.
Again, ever so softly she spoke “It’s very important to me that the team performs at its best, but while discipline is an important part of that – as you now understand – so is having a good team rapport. Part of that is to make sure that we on the team have fun together…..you have been very understanding of the need for discipline, do you think that you can demonstrate to me that you are also good at having fun?”
Bound or not, submitted or not, I knew I had no place I wanted to be at this time other than where I was, and I replied less meekly than before “I am definitely interested in having fun, and I want to prove to you that you can count on me to be good as part of a team”.
She brought her mouth to my ear and said “Good, I like team players, and think of myself as a good team player too….but at this instant you need to understand that you’re on MY team” as she finished she brought her face back in front of mine and ever so gently nibbled on my lower lip, then replacing her teeth with her red painted lips and suckling on my lip until she snaked her tongue into my eager mouth.
Our tongues danced and wrestled in my mouth before I pushed past her lips to reciprocate and taste her inner cheeks. Eventually she pulled her mouth away and rotated her body, reaching for my right ankle, strapping that to the bed, followed by the left – now I was spread-eagled in my awareness of being on HER team.
As she was binding me into place I had raised my head up and was watching her shaved pussy as the bottom of her skirt rode up while she strapped down my ankles. Then, once I was fully secured in place, she started to back up towards my head, uttering only the single word “Lick”. Once her shaven lips were within reach of my tongue I quickly obeyed, starting with long greedy passes of my tongue up alternating sides of her pussy, then riding deeper in the ridge between them, investigating the inner warmth and revelling as my taste-buds cherished her musky flavour. She hesitated there for a while, then slowly and rhythmically began grinding back into my tongue, allowing enough time in her motion for me to carefully flick at her hard clit with my straining tongue, feeling a very slight shudder in her thighs as each such flick sent shots of pleasure coursing through her body.
“Good boy” she said, purring as I continued bathing her moistening crotch “you do seem like a good team player, and I definitely like having you on my team. I don’t want you to think that I’m not a contributor just because it’s my team though.” With that I felt her warm saliva on the end of my now raging hard-on, followed by pressure as she closed her mouth around my purple head and began to slide her mouth up and down steadily sliding a little deeper each time, her tongue twisting like a snake as she lowered her face.
I let out a gasp breaking my tongue’s contact with her raging warmth, the cooler air refreshing my mouth. As I started towards her pussy again she rapidly flicked her tongue around the underside of the head of my cock causing me to flinch and suck my teeth in arousal. With that she rotated her body off of mine stealing away my mouth watering delight, and slipped my desperate cock out of her mouth and muttered
“Clearly something’s distracting you from my pussy – I guess if you won’t put your tongue to use on me I at least should make sure you don’t distract me from what I’m doing” and with a wicked grin she reached under the bed and pulled out a ball-gag, slid it into my frantic mouth and deftly buckled it into place, halting my ability to both interfere with her dining, but also blocking my as yet unsatiated tongue from the meal of my choice.
She stood beside the bed, then raised one boot to the bed to remove it, seemingly ensuring that I had a perfect view of her crotch as she did so. I had seen her legs before in the office, but only covered in stockings, so seeing the silky bare immaculate skin provided another to the overflowing reasons to be stimulated. Her flexed calf muscles and slender but firm thighs quickly reminded me how I couldn’t currently enjoy the possibility of having my face grasped between those sensual thighs, her calves straining against my back to ensure my face was sufficiently buried in her womanhood.
She delighted in carefully repeating the process with the other boot, watching me work against my bonds to no avail.
“All in good time my little team player” she snickered wrestling herself free from her PVC outfit, finally showing her full nakedness seemingly eons after she had forced mine. Much like her legs, she had a taut stomach and her arms showed that she worked out enough to be fit and strong, but not so much as to be overly muscled, and her breasts while loosed from the support giving outfit still remained firm and delectable, though the warmth of her outfit and our shared activities left her nipples needing some attention to make them as pert as I bet they could be – the mere thought of that sent a pulse through my groin, now becoming impatient at being ignored. She stood briefly, allowing my eyes to feast on her naked form before reaching down under the bed again, and resuming her perch over my member without me seeing what she had reached for.
Again she lowered her bright red lips down my shaft and again it sent shudders through me, only now I could only grunt around the gag filling my mouth. She looked up at me, teasing my cockhead with her tongue and smiled as I twitched – I was left hoping she wouldn’t leave me hanging at this state for too long as my testicles felt like beachballs waiting to unload themselves of the excessive tension.
She pulled back her head, then I saw what she had grabbed from the floor, as she slipped on a white latex glove, swiftly dripped some KY on two fingers, and moved them to my unprotected ass crack, and gently worked one, then the second finger up into my back passage. She delicately manipulated them around for a short time, then lowered her head back to my straining rod, using her other hand to hold it still from all the exhilaration driven throbbing. With expert skill she massaged my cockhead with her tongue and my prostate with her fingers. This time she didn’t hesitate with any stopping and starting, building to a frenzy of lips, tongue and fingers leaving me no ability to do anything other than rapidly rise to the most powerful climax I have ever experienced spurting endless streams of cum into her diligent mouth, my body shaking and bouncing around as much as my constraints allowed, all the time being ridden by Maxine’s mouth like a rodeo cowboy.
As I slowly calmed back down, not helped by with occasional impish brush of her tongue around my cock, or extra little tweak of my prostate, I was able to relax and let some of the strain out of my now aching arms. She stood, removed the glove, cleaned up my softening member then removed the ball-gag from my mouth, allowing me to work my jaw around to release some of the built up tension.
“That was wonderful” she said with a broad grin “you have been a very good boy on MY team, now let’s see what you’re like on your own terms.” With that she started to unstrap my ankles, followed by my wrists until I was finally as free as she was.
“I must admit that I’m not very patient though, so don’t expect any rest time just because of what you just did” she continued in a selfish purr.
I didn’t care in the slightest, I may have been shattered by the power of that orgasm, but I reached around her waist, gently rolled her over so she was on her back, allowing me to see her fully naked beauty again. I sat across her stomach using the strength of my legs to take some of the weight off of her, then palm to palm I laced my fingers with hers, then turned my hands up so that each of our palms was fully exposed. Slowly but methodically I put my mouth to the inside of her right wrist and began nibbling, licking and kissing up towards her body, occasionally stopping and simply swirling circles with my tongue on her soft inner arm skin. As I got to her bicep I stopped, raised her hands above her head, and lowered my face to hers, first kissing her lower lip, then shifting back to repeat our tongue dance from earlier, lingering as we smeared our faces together as if forcing our faces to merge. After a period of kissing I lowered her arms back to her sides and started working from her left wrist back up to her bicep. Once there I slowly shifted across to the centre of her chest, moistening in expanding circles across the edges of her breasts moving out until the circles resulted in my tongue running across each now hardening nipple in turn. After ensuring each nipple had hardened into bumpy lumps I took care to vary between each nipple keeping both rock hard as I tweaked and drooled over Maxine’s buds. As I was doing this she was gradually wrapping her legs around my thigh and grinding her now sopping pussy against my leg. Breaking free from her snarling legs I gradually kissed and licked my way down her flat stomach working towards her steaming crotch. No sooner was my face at her groin than she wrapped a leg around the back of my neck and slipped her hands into my hair, clutching at follicles and urgently wrenching my face into place to pleasure her. Finally getting my chance at control, I broke her hands free, swiftly rolled her onto her stomach, clasped her wrists behind her back and managed to manipulate my hands to have my left hand controlling both of her wrists.
As she let out a pleading moan the trouble maker in me wanted to slap the ball gag in her mouth, but I was too busy getting my value elsewhere to worry about that battle just yet. I adjusted my body to be able to reach under her waist, raising her up, and slid two pillows under her hips, still maintaining my control of her wrists. This task complete, I set back to work, methodically licking from her clit all the along her lips, and back up the crack of her ass, flicking at her puckered asshole on the way.
Minute after minute of this delighted my sense of taste and smell, and the quaking of Maxine’s thighs, and her increased moaning left me clear that she too was cherishing this oral barrage. Finally I kept my focus on her protruding clit, licking, sucking, nibbling, flicking until in a spasm of epic proportions she cried out in ecstasy as her whole body shuddered to a raging orgasm as her legs started to give way limiting my access to her clit – releasing her hands I quickly lifted up her hips and slipped my face underneath her wrapping my arms round her thighs to allow her no escape from my continued tonguing. The noise of her moaning and bucking as I tended her highly sensitive parts must have been heard around the neighbourhood, and only after a little more fun did I relinquish control and allow her to collapse onto the bed, her face partially covered by her rustled hair, and her ribcage heaving from exhaustion.
After a couple of minutes of deep breathing and recovery she admitted
“Wow, you are a good player! Those are the sort of skills I’ve been looking for on my team!”
We weren’t done yet, sharing lots more positions and entertainment as we went well into the night, finishing with me pounding Maxine doggy-style as the bed screamed as though it was being destroyed. Even at the end of such a long session I came hard making me feel like I was still in my twenties – Maxine’s sexiness definitely had brought out the best in me. By the time I left, I struggled to find the energy to get home. All the way there I kept thinking to myself that in the future at work I’d be quick to volunteer, but doubted I’d ever deliver anything to Maxine on time!

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Slave-Complete

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The Degradation of Janey – Part 1

Part 1
Janey Miller didn’t really know why boys and men did so many dirty things to her. It all began when her stepfather Martin walked in on the 15yr old girl fucking his 12yr old son, Corey. Enraged, Martin pulled his cock out and forced the naked, petite Janey to her hands and knees on the bed. She squealed as his big hands pulled on her blond braids, jerking her head back. Small titties with puffy pink nipples swung beneath her slender body. Martin let her hair go, her head falling abruptly to the mattress. Janey cried, her sobs muffled by the blankets. Martin gave her ass a sudden slap, taking the base of his thick shaft in hand after spitting into his palm. “Slut!” he shouted into her ear, making her jump.
It took her a few moments to assimilate the situation. Martin’s cockhead poked further down into her asscrack, centimeters from her puckered orifice. Suddenly Janey realized she was about to be raped by her stepfather! The man’s fat, 9″ prick was now seeking to penetrate the girl’s tender hole, to fill it with seed! But Janey thought her stepdad was going to fuck her womb, and braced herself for pussy penetration.
Instead, Martin abruptly thrust his purple mushroom cockhead into the girl’s anus, splitting it open it a single savage stroke. Janey lifted her head up and screamed until she was out of breath. An inch of her stepfather’s raging meat impaled her shitter. The walls of her rectum choked the tip of Martin’s dick. He gasped at the impressive constriction of the girl’s asshole. Without warning, he gave her asscheek another slap, making it turn pink with his handprint. Janey yelped and shrieked again. Martin held her asscheeks apart, plunging a couple more inches of his dick inside the teen’s bowels. He fucked her up the ass for punishment, pulling her hair and squeezing her small tits and slapping her clit, making his son watch all the while.
Janey cried at the intense pain – it made the rape feel so acutely, agonizingly real. Martin kept thrusting despite the restrictions of his teen stepdaughter’s tight sphincter. He grunted, breaking out with sweat, forcing the entire length of his big dick inside the girl’s asshole until his dangling balls finally pressed against her flesh. She sobbed beneath him. Brad, his son, watched in shock. Though stunned, the boy still sported a 5″ boner. Martin groaned and grunted again, making bestial noises the entire time he stuffed Janey’s tight ass full of his cock. Suddenly Martin put an arm around the girl’s waist, pulling her on top of him as he lay on his back, his prick still stuck securely in her rectum. Janey wailed and tried to climb off him, but he pulled her back to his chest and held her there securely, her legs flailing.
“You don’t have to cooperate, you know,” Martin said in the girl’s ear. “It feels good when you struggle. Brad, come over here.”
The boy shuffled his feet, slowly dragging himself back over to the bed. Martin held Janey’s chest with one strong arm, and one of her legs up with the other, exposing the girl’s puffy pink pussy gash. Beneath Janey’s shiny pink pussy gash, Brad could see the base of his dad’s dick buried deep inside her asshole. It was an incredibly lewd, arousing sight. Janey looked up at him with big blue eyes, pleading for help.
“Brad, Brad, help…” she moaned.
“Put your cock in her pussy, Brad,” Martin suddenly commanded. He held Janey’s leg up, keeping her pussy open.
“What? Dad, what…” Brad stammered.
“Do it! Now! Before I beat your ass!” shouted Martin. “Fuck her! Now!”
Janey closed her eyes and cried. Then she felt Brad rubbing his cockhead on her bald pussy gash, timidly poking around at her entrance. He pushed his mushroom-tip into her tight gash, but with Martin’s big cock lodged in the girl’s ass, her pussyhole couldn’t take much meat. Brad got only the head of his dick inside the girl. He kept it there though, letting his dad do all the fucking from below. Martin thrust powerfully, forcing Janey’s ass to take his cock. His nuts were tightening, ejaculation now imminent. Janey screamed, clawing at Brad’s back. She felt like she was being split open, almost like she could pass out between this depraved sandwich of cock. Suddenly, in the midst of all of the pain, she felt her stepdad’s cock begin pulsating inside her rectum!
He growled in her ear as his cock throbbed and began depositing a massive load of cum deep in Janey’s bowels. She gasped, tears falling down her face. Brad pulled his cock out, his erection in hand. He watched the base of his father’s thick, veiny shaft pulsing, a copious load of semen now erupting inside his stepsister’s shithole. Martin kept his dick buried in Janie’s rectum until it milked every final droplet of cum from within his nuts. He then pulled his cock out just as savagely as he’d jammed it in. Janey screamed, feeling the walls of her ass tugging on the big cock as it exited her insides. Martin took her by the hair, forcing her back to her hands and knees. He pointed at Janey’s gaping asshole. Brad stared hypnotically at the shiny pink flesh and the deep, dark hole his father’s cock had just come from. His father’s cum was so far up in her ass that it couldn’t be seen.
“Put your prick in her ass, boy,” said Martin, still pointing with one hand and holding Janey by the hair with the other.
“Dad, I –”
“Do it! Now! Fuck her ass! Fuck her fucking asshole til you cum in it, hear me?!” shouted Martin.
Brad swallowed hard and pressed his groin against his stepsister’s ass. He directed his cockhead into Janey’s gaping asshole, feeling the hot walls of her ass swallowing him up in an instant. The boy shivered, the entire length of his dick now immersed in Janey’s tight asshole. Her orifice was now lubricated by Martin’s cum, this second dick less painful for Janey. She still felt degraded nonetheless. Brad gripped her slender hips until his knuckles were white, stuffing as much of his prick into her as possible. He bucked at her wildly, building up a frantic pace. Janey sniffled and groaned into the sheets.
Finally, after what seemed like an eternity the boy went still over her back, gasping into her ear.
She could feel her stepbrother’s prick pulse inside her shithole, and knew he was also flooding her guts with cum. Janey shivered, feeling so disgusting, so used. Martin laughed sardonically. Brad shuddered, the last spurts of sperm now shooting from his cock. Janey lay there crying, her head buried in the mattress, ass in the air with a clear view into her gaping rectum. Martin walked out of the room. She thought her cruel punishment was over, but Martin was back in her bedroom momentarily. This time, he had with him the family dog, a big Golden Retriever named Boomer. Janey looked over her shoulder, eyes widening. Brad also stared, his jaw hanging open.
Martin pushed her face-first into the bed, keeping her ass up in the air. He held his hand to her back, pinning her down. Janey kicked and struggled until she felt Martin call the dog up on her back. The animal clumsily obliged — he was always trying to hump people, now they were finally allowing it! Boomer’s claws scratched up her sides, his forepaws hugging her waist tightly. Janey gasped, trying to pry the the dog’s paws off her in a panic. Martin laughed. Instinct took over; the large dog was haunching manically at her ass in seconds. A hard pink prickhead began emerging from the animal’s sheath, stabbing into Janey’s flesh. Martin made Brad get out his cellphone and take video of the degrading scene.
Boomer panted noisily in Janey’s ear. She was putting up a valiant struggle, managing to pull herself off the bed and onto the floor with the dog attached to her. But the dog remained locked to her waist, thrusting his prick manically at her ass, its cockhead poking into her asscrack now. Janey screamed for help. Her cries went unheard. Martin watched the family dog humping his teen stepdaughter’s backside and laughed. He could see the pink prickhead stabbing lower, inches from her asshole. Then the dog lurched forward, its thrusts suddenly quickening to a jackhammer pace. Janey squealed. Martin knew the dog’s cock had found its intended target. Surely its prick was growing inside Janey’s stretched out asshole and would keep growing until she was inundated with dog cum!
Indeed the big Golden Retriever’s cock was growing in length almost instantaneously once it felt Janey’s moist human asshole. Janey shrieked, clawing at the carpet. Boomer’s powerful thrusts were pushing her painfully around the floor. Brad aimed the camera lens at the rutting dog draped over his stepsister, his own cock standing hard at the scene. They began to hear the squelching sounds of the dog’s cock penetrating Janey’s sperm-filled asshole. The big Golden Retriever had a tapered 8″ cock with a big, fat knot growing at the base. Janey didn’t realize the beast was sealing its meat up in her rectum. The fiery red prick emanated constant jets of semen inside the bitch’s shithole during the penetration, adding to the previous cum deposits. Boomer’s prick unloaded far more sperm than a human male ever could, now flooding Janey’s guts. She was overstuffed with dog cock and semen, though not a single droplet of cum had leaked out of her yet. Janey felt it sloshing around in her guts!
The dog’s dick had grown to obscene lengths inside her — now the knot was filling her asshole to the brim! Boomer kept humping her with an impressive jackhammer pace, pushing her clear across the bedroom. The sound of the dog cock penetrating her sperm-filled hole practically drowned out Janey’s quiet moans. Martin and Brad stood there watching, jacking their own dicks, entranced by the depraved sight. Janey felt like her asshole was torn apart; she figured it was so stretched that it would gape open forever.
Finally, the dog went still atop her back. Boomer’s weight pinned her down helplessly to the ground. Janey cried. Then she felt even more jets of hot dog cum spurt into her inundated asshole, her guts flooded with cream. Her jaw fell open. Never in her life had she felt so full — she thought she’d explode from the pressure! The dog knot sealing it all up inside her. Janey put her hand on her belly, her abdomen feeling so full! She swore she could feel the cum filling up beyond her intestines and into her stomach.
Boomer let out a whimper, his cock releasing its final blasts of cum into Janey’s bowels. Martin held the dog’s tail aside so Brad could zoom in on Janey’s plugged up arse. Janey was knotted up good! She winced from the pain. Boomer panted contentedly in her ear. Janey sobbed and shouted for somebody to help her. The big Golden Retriever remained tied to her asshole, forepaws still hugging her tightly. Her waist burned from the claw scratches. Martin walked over to her face and pumped his dick, looking down on his knotted stepdaughter and the lolling dog. Janey looked up at him tearfully. Then her vision was blinded with ropes of Martin’s cum shooting into her face. Martin grinned, shaking every droplet of sperm onto her forehead, eyes, and mouth. Janey cursed him, wiping the semen from her eyes.
“Slut. I just want you to know that now you are nothing but a slut,” he said, patting her on the head.
The first drops of dog cum were now seeping from Janey’s knotted asshole down to the carpet below. Martin stuffed his cock back into his pants and took Brad by the arm, escorting the boy out of the room and shutting the door. Janey was still sobbing and stuck to the family dog, its big cock and knot staying inside her for nearly an hour. Martin was pleased with his creative punishment, but he knew it wasn’t over yet — he was looking forward to fucking her pussy next!
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Night Out, Night In

“When are we meeting them?”
“Twenty minutes.”
“Is this a party?”
“Not a party. Just friends.”
“YOUR friends.”
“OUR friends.”
“YOUR friends,” I say, putting my hands behind my head. I am lying on the bed. I have been ready for 20 minutes. My pants are off, over the back of a chair, so I don’t wrinkle. My suit jacket is over it, too. I am looking at you, watching you from behind while you stare in the bathroom mirror, trying on earrings.
“You wearing that?” I ask.
“Yes,” you say. “Why?”
“No reason,” I say, sitting up. I cross the bedroom, into the bathroom, my hands on your waist. You have a long black dress, tight, form fitting. “You look sexy,” I say, biting your neck.
“Stop,” you say, nudging me.
“What?” I say, my hands on your dress, pulling it up slowly.
“Don’t,” you say, more firmly. “We don’t have time.”
Your dress is up, over your ass, you feel my cock pressing into you. I reach around, cupping your tits over the fabric. You are not wearing a bra. I squeeze the nipples and you moan, pushing your hands on the counter to brace yourself.
“No time,” you try again, without much fight.
I reach my hand down, tugging at your panties, slipping them down to your thighs. You instinctively spread your legs as I press into you, forcing your back down, against the counter, your hands reaching out, bracing against the mirror.
I grab my cock, teasing your slit. You are wet. Soaked. Already. I slide the head in and you grunt. One thrust, and I am all the way in. You bite your lip, smearing your red lipstick.
I grab your hips, pumping deep inside of you. “Fuck,” you groan as I reach around, teasing your tits. Pulling at the nipples.
You hear my thighs slapping against yours. Skin on skin. Wet. Sticky. I pump deeper. All the way. I fuck you harder. Faster.
Your palms still firm against the mirror, using it to push back. Meet me. You squeeze my cock with each thrust. You are not shy. Not timid. You want to cum. Now.
I reach down, between your thighs. My hand rubs your clit and you tense. An electric pulse through your body. I fuck you through it, you cumming around my cock as I pump deep inside of you. “FFFUUUCCCK,” you say, through clenched teeth.
Faster. Faster. All the way. Deep inside. I groan and cum, shooting myself inside of you. Deep. I fill you. A quick release of tension to start our night.
I kiss your neck, slipping your dress down and me out. “We won’t be late,” I say.
“Bad boy,” you tease, straightening your dress. “I need to clean up.”
“No,” I say. “Pull up your panties. I want you to go like that.”
***
Your friend Beth is saying something about a trip she took with her cousin to Dublin, and I see her mouth moving, but I just can’t seem to concentrate.
And it’s not the four whiskeys I have had or the sheer boredom I feel whenever Beth speaks. No. It’s the fact that I have been riding my hand up your thigh for the last two minutes, teasing you over your panties while you bite your lip and thrust your hips and try to pretend that nothing is happening south of the equator.
But I know the truth. I know how wet you are. I know I am rubbing in just the right spot. And I can tell by the way you are slowly grinding your pelvis you are so close.
I slip my hand under the thin silky fabric, and feel your wetness on me. Soaking me. I slip a finger in and you gasp. Out loud. Luckily no one is paying attention. I finger fuck you while my thumb teases your clit, and you cum for me. You cum against my palm, leaving your cheeks flush red and my fingers soaked. No one notices.
***
We are dancing. I never dance. I can’t dance. But I can now. I am flying. Six whiskeys deep. Or maybe I am standing still and the room is spinning?
Either way, your dress is backed to being hiked up as you grind against my thigh. We are connected. The song is one of those loud pulsing numbers with no reason. No anything. Just loud. Thumping. Confusing. This is “fuck me” music. This is “crazy sex” music.
I feel your hand on my cock as I grind against you. The dance floor is crowded, but we’ve found our space. You tease me. Stroke. Smile. Kiss. You taste like beer and cigarettes. It’s an aphrodisiac.
Your body is warm in my hands. Soft. Perfect. Your mouth is tender to my lips. “Let’s leave,” I say, over the loud thump, thump. You smile and grab my hand and pull me out of the darkness.
***
We barely keep our clothes on in the cab. If not for the constant stares of the cabbie, we might not have.
The stairwell was an adventure too. We stopped on every floor for a break. Hands. Tongues. Lips. Mouths.
By the time the front door closes, your dress is off and so are my pants and jacket.
We hit the bedroom. Our clothes leaving a trail. You shed your panties and I take you in. I am still amazed by your body. Still turned on. You twirl for me in the moonlight, and I drink you in.
You smile and grab my cock and fall to your knees. You take me into your mouth, your hand teasing my balls as the other jacks my shaft. You pump me. Harder. Deeper. You are determined. Focused.
I grab your hair, long, dark. I scoop it up so I can see your face. You paint my cock red with your lipstick.
“Fuck,” I say. “Stop,” I say. “I want to fuck you,” I say.
“No,” you say, pausing, a string of spit from your lip to the head of my cock. “My turn.”
Your hands reach around, grabbing my ass, pulling me deep, down your throat, gagging on my cock as you fuck me with your face.
You tease me, your hand jerking me. Your gorgeous mouth urging me on. I am drunk, but that’s not why I am spinning.
“Fuck,” I grunt through gritted teeth. I pull my cock out, jerking it as you open wide, sticking your tongue out. I shoot down your throat. I know how you like it. You moan and swallow and let me jerk a few more on your lips before you swallow me again. All the way.
Some girls say they love cum, but you actually do.
You milk me. Every drop. Pumping me down your throat. You lick me dry. Lovingly. Knowingly.
We fall back, in our bed. Tired. Long day. Long night. You nuzzle into my shoulder, kissing me lightly, your lips salty.
“I had fun,” you say.
“I did, too,” I say.

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A Son’s Vengence: Ch.1 Strike Against the Home-wrecker.

I hate my new stepmother, Lily. If she and my son of a bitch father hadn’t had that affair, my real mother wouldn’t have been drinking, got into that car, and died. Not long after that, they got married. Go figure. She a beautiful woman with long blonde hair and a nice hourglass figure, but she’s only a slut after my father for his money and he just wants some sex. Now I’m just a soon to be 15-year old boy stuck with the two of them and her 13-year-old daughter, Lucy, who looks like a mini version of her slut mother.
Well, after about one month after she moved in, I arrived home from school, and I heard some weird sounds coming from their room, so I looked in their room to see what was going on. The moment I looked inside, I saw that slut taking it on her back from Johnny Ryder, a business partner and friend of my father.
“Oh God, Oh God, fuck that pussy.” That whore moans as she takes his dick.
“Yeah, take my big fat cock, you slut. I bet you love getting fucked by a real cock.” I know Johnny and my dad love competing, but not like this.
“Yes, I love being fuck by your big fat cock instead of that tiny dick.”
I’m shocked… and hard by the site of their fornication, but not surprised. Well, at least for Lily’s part. I genuinely thought Johnny was my dad’s friend. I guess you can never truly know a person.
They continue fucking each other for about 5 more minutes, then head down to the kitchen where they have a bite until my dad comes home. We all then have dinner and my dad says he couldn’t ask for a better friend than Johnny. Finally john heads home and we all head to bed.
Then the next day, friday, as I come home from school, I notice Dustin, our next door neighbor, leaving the my home and the slut waving him good bye. Now I have no proof of what happened, but I’m willing to bet my life that he didn’t come over for a cup of tea. That whore.
When I come inside, I ask her what Dustin wanted.
“Oh, Dustin just came over for some cup of tea.” Yeah, right. She’s not fooling me.
“How ’bout Johnny?” I ask her with narrow eyes and a deep tone.
“He just came over to see your father, silly. You know that.”
“Then what were you two doing on bed moaning and panting.”
She stops what she’s doing, looks at me, and says, “So you did see that.”
“Yeah, you doing what you do best, being a slut and a home wrecker.”
“Home-wrecker? It’s the men who make the solemn choice to cheat on their wives. They’re the home-wreckers. I’m just going along for the ride.” She thinks she’s so smart and innocent. I hate that smug face she has on. A matter of fact, I hate her face period. “I bet your still sad about your mommy’s death. I’m not the one who decided on drinking driving.”
Who the hell does she think she is? How dare that bitch say that. She’s the reason she was drinking in the first period. I have to make this bitch pay. So I pounce on her.
“HOW DARE YOU SAY THAT, YOU BITCH! IT’S ALL YOUR FAULT SHE DID!” I shout on top of her.
“I thought so. You miss you mommy. Too sad.” She’s notice even fazed that I jumped her, a matter of fact, she looks quite amused by it. “You’re just like him, an emotional momma’s boy. I’m willing to bet you have a tiny pencil dick just like my husband, too.”
“I’ll show you what kinda dick I have, you whore.” I shout as I take out my cock and tear off her skimpish skirt. Once her skirt is up, I notice she’s not wearing any panties and is as wet as an otter. What a slut.
“Not bad, bigger than your daddy’s little thing. That’s for sure.” She was licking her lips. “Now stick it in me.”
I ram my thing into her juicy little cunt. Apparently my teenage lust is way stronger than my hatred for that slut. So I just combined the two and started fucking her like I hated her, which I do.
She starts moaning like a banshee as I pound her. This slut is enjoying this way too much, and so am I. I know I should stop for a variety of reasons, but I can’t stop my hips from moving. That is until I cum right in her pussy.
“Aww, you came so soon. Hahaha.” The bitch says in baby talk. “Don’t worry about knocking me up, this is one of my safe days.”
She try’s getting up, but I continue to hold her down as she struggles to get up.
“Hey, get the fuck off me, quick shot. We’re done.”
The moment she said that, I gave her a big slap across the face. “Were done when I say we are. And I’m not quite satisfied just yet.”
She can feel my cock getting hard inside her again and I could feel her pussy tightening up, especially after that slap to the face. I start pounding her cunt again, but harder this time. With a face of a bitch in heat, and that’s just how she took it, too. Like a bitch.
After a few more thrusts, she cums. It looks like her eyes are closed as she says, “Oh God! Oh God! Yes, Yeeessss!!” She’s so loud, I’m afraid the neighbors might hear her moaning like a whore from my house.
Well, after she almost passes out, she mutters, “It’s been so long since I last came. Oh God, you really are his son.” That last part doesn’t make much since, but it sounds like I did her a favor. Not my intention.
“I didn’t do it for you, slut, I’m just really horny and you’re my new cum dump, got it? And I’m still not done yet, so just lay down and take it.” She lick her lips and smiles at my words as I continue to pound away at her juicy cunt while she wraps her legs around.
I then proceed to rip open her shirt and violently grope those big titties. She just let’s out pleasure filled “ow’s.” I wonder if she’s a masochist?
Her pussy is so tight and wet, I release another load of cum. I then take out my cum and juice cover cover, tell her to clean, and put it in there.
Her mouth is truly something else, not to mention her tongue. She definitely has experience in this department. The suction is so strong, I wouldn’t be surprised if my cock cums right off. I feel like I am about to cum again. So I take my cock out and aim right for her face.
After I cum on her face, we hear the door open and her Lucy walk in. Lucy goes to middle school, which let’s their student out later. We must have lost track of time or just didn’t care. Lily grabs me and rushes up stairs into her room where she proceeds to change out of her torn clothes into another dress.
“That child sure can show up. Any earlier, and you couldn’t have finished.” Lily says with cum on her face.
“Yeah, any earlier and she would’ve seen the real you.” I say with a stern face.
“What can I say? I am, who I am.” Now she’s fixing her hair.
“You sure can fix yourself up very quickly.”
“Thanks, it does come in handy, every down and then.” With her finger, she wipes the cum off her face with her finger and her begins to suck on that like she has something really tasty in her mouth. “Mmmh, sometime I need it if certain people show up when they’re not supposed to.”
The image of my mother pops into my head. I then grab the collar of her shirt and as I’m about to give that slut a piece of my mind, we hear Lucy shout something about the mess we made down stairs.
I loosen my grip and we head down stair and make up some lie about dropping some chemicals or something, she did all the talking. I guess she has a lot of experience lying about the messes she helps cause. Then she forces Lucy to clean up the mess, because the cleaning lady doesn’t come today.
I do feel sorry for that girl, she so shy and submissive and, yet, she has that manipulative mother of her. It wouldn’t surprise me if that slut made her do all the house work before moving here. I know she never did the cooking, Lucy’s culinary skills are proof of that.
Later, my dad comes home and we all had dinner… that Lucy made and talked about our day. Lucy didn’t have much to say, I passed, pops was talking about a new female employee, whom he has a lot of hopes for. Gee, I wonder what that means? And the bitch was talking about Dustin’s coming over for… tea, a very altered version of our little talk, and some other crap. She did 95% of the talking.
Then I went up stairs and did my home work and went to bed. Nothing very interesting. Though I did think about me raping her as I dozed off to sleep. Well, guess I shouldn’t call it rape.
The next morning, I go down stares and see my mother sitting on the bench outside our house. I rush outside and to see if it’s really her. I touch and feel her, not in a sexual way, just to make sure it was really her and not my mind playing tricks on me.
“Stop that, it’s really me.”
“B-But how? Where were you this entire time?” I say both excitedly and a little bit confused.
“That’s not important.” She stands up and begins to walk inside. “So how was Lily. Good, right?”
“What? Why are you talking about that bitch. Besides, I did all the work.”
“Even that blowjob?”
“H-How do you know about that?” My face turned bright red and we head up stairs.
“Again not important. But you want to dominate her and make her your sex slave, don’t you?” She says with a big smile on her face.
“I just wanted to avenge you.”
“I don’t think that was the kinda punishment to avenge someone.” We arrive outside her old room, where we hear moans coming out of it. “Well, either way it won’t be an easy task.”
“What do you mean?”
Mom open door and I’m shocked to see the bedroom pack full of men of different races, builds, and attractiveness, gang banging Lily. There has to be atleast 15 men in there. Lily is on top of some who’s fucking her ass, as she gives two hand jobs, two foot jobs, a blow job, and takes two dicks in he cunt at the same time. A few guys are laying on the floor exhausted and the rest are stroking their dicks. Waiting for their turn, I guess.
“She’s not the kind of woman to be satisfied very easily, as you can see. But you made her cum. That’s quite a feet, especially on your first time.” She then reaches to my pants and begins to take of my pants. “She hasn’t changed a bit. But she’s just like any woman, looking for a certain man. A man that can satisfy and dominate her and by himself. And in a way she’ll never get tired of. Then she’ll be his willing sex slave, but that man has yet to appear and want it. Until now.” I’m left speech less as she strokes my cock. “But if you want that, you need more than sheer sexual prowess. You must dominate someone very close to her. But in the mean time, don’t let her be unsatisfied.”
Mom, then takes my cock whole in her mouth and starts deepthroating it. I begin to tell her “Mom, please stop, Mom!”, but she just calls me a momma’s boy and… to wake up?
I open my eyes and see Lily, deepthroating me. She take my cock out of her mouth and begins to give me a titty fuck.
“Finally, you wake up.”
“What the hell are you doing?”
“Titty fuck.”
“I mean why?”
“I was horny so I crawled into your bed. Your cock was pretty hard and yummy, so I decided on having a little taste. Also, I measured it for you, an impressive 8.3 inches and 5.1 garth.”
“You slut.”
“You know it. And today’s saturday, so no school and Peter’s at work and Lucy are out somewhere. So we have the entire house to ourselfs.”
I eventually cum, then she gets on top of me for cowgirl style and ride my cock. I begin thinking about that dream. Mom, told me to dominate her and I needed dominate someone close to her. Didn’t make too much since, but I probably shouldn’t put too much thought into it. After all, it was just a dream and I want revenge, but she’d enjoy that. Though I guess it wouldn’t be a bad idea to have some kinda leash on her so she doesn’t ruin someone elses family. Plus, all the sex I can handle. But that dominate someone close to her is stuck in my head until I think about Lucy.

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