Hardcore

Madness( chap 1)

It was a crappy night out, raining, cold, all and all miserable. The funny thing is, I wasn’t even supposed to be at the shop. It’s my garage, but I have a guy that runs the place for me, and I usually sit at home “managing” from a far. It’s a good life, I can’t complain.
I was sitting at the counter watching some of the Monday night football game. I was in the shop trying to get a bunch of paper work done, and I ended up staying late. Everybody else was gone and wouldn’t be back in till morning, and the game had already started, so I figured I’d stick around till half time, and then head home after that.
I was pretty pissed when I heard the knock on the window, I figured it was some idiot thinking I’d turn on the pumps so they could get some gas. I never would have answered the door but I knew they could see me behind the counter, since I’d forgot to drop the blind on the window like I should have.
When I got to the door I saw these two cute girls, all decked out in their high school cheerleading outfits, wearing those little white shoes, and the short skirts. The two must have been cold, they barely had anything on in the way of clothes, and the way it was raining, they looked like drowned rats, but cute little drowned rats.
I could feel the aching in my loins immediately as I opened the front door, hell, I thought I might get a blow job out of it at least.
“Thanks Mister, our car broke down and our cells don’t work out here.” I led the pair into the shop, making sure to close the blind so nobody else could see inside now.
“Do you think we could use your phone?”
“Well, what’s wrong with your car, want me to tow it in and see if I can do anything with it?” The two girls looked at each other, they were so cute, and the way the rain trickled down their foreheads, I could almost imagine their matted hair having been caused by a long fucking session, at least I wished it had.
Even under the little vest of their uniforms I could see they both had great bodies, young, lithe bodies. They both looked to be about 17 or 18.
“What are you doing out tonight, its horrible weather.” I had to make sure nobody knew where they were, or that they had called anybody yet about the car, my mind was already concocting plans.
“We had a football game in Ada, we drove instead of riding on the bus, and then on the way home, we must have turned down the wrong road, and, well we’re lost.” The girl was obviously a little scared. It only made my balls ache even more.
“What’s wrong with the car?”
“I don’t know, we were driving along, and then hit this big puddle, and it kind of died.”
“Hum. Where’s it at?”
“Well, it’s down this road,” she pointed to the west, “and then there is this sign with a big windmill on it, and we’re down the road there.”
“How the hell did you get on that road? It’s a dead end that leads to nowhere.” I had to do everything to cover up my smile, I knew exactly where they were talking about, and there wasn’t anything up the road, nobody would have driven past them and seen them there.”
“I don’t know, we turned down there thinking it was the way to the highway, then we’d got to the dead end, we were coming back and hit this huge pothole puddle thing, and then the car kind of died.” I could see the girl shivering as she recounted the story for me.
“Please mister, could you give us a tow and see if you could get it started.” She pulled out her wallet and flashed a couple credit cards.
“So nobody knows you’re out this way, and you said your phone doesn’t work?” It was probably a little bit risky to ask so explicitly, but I had to know, and my mind was racing with plans. Like I said, I’ve got a pretty good life, I’ve got the only shop for a 20 mile radius, I do lots of work on tractors and farm equipment, I’ve got other people to do the work, so I have a lot of free time. I’ve had the place for 15 years, inherited it from my dad when he passed, and now I’ve expanded it to a huge business, junk yard, little bit of a dealership, you know, man of all trades and hard work equals success kind of thing.
“No mister, we got lost. We were following the team bus, but in the rain and everything, we kind of lost them. Our phones don’t work out here.” I knew there wasn’t a cell phone tower for 50 miles, not many of the farmers had use for them so they were never built, to my great joy.
“We walked all the way here and didn’t see a soul. Mister, we’ve got 3 friends still sitting in the car, it’s cold out, could you please go pick them up? Please?” Though she was young, the girl obviously was well practiced in using the pouting look to get men to do things for her.
“My name is Pat.” I extended my hand.
“I’m Tara, and this is my friend Lisa.” Tara was probably 5’8″, she had long straight blonde hair, at least it would be straight again when it dried. The way she did all the talking, I kind of figured she was the captain of the squad, probably the most popular girl in school, and girl most jacked off to girl in classmate fantasies.
Lisa, the other girl, she wasn’t quite as tall, maybe 5’6″, her breasts seemed to be larger, the curve of her outfit at least gave that indication. Lisa’s hair was blonde too, but it looked to be via the hairdresser, and not natural.
“Hi, Tara, Lisa, I guess it’s your lucky night. I should have been out of here a couple hours ago, but I stayed late to do some paperwork, and boom, you come along. Let’s see what I can do for you.” I had them in my grasp, I could see the relief in their eyes, they actually thought they had been incredibly lucky, in a few hours, they’d know the truth, that I was the lucky one that night.
“You said you’ve got three friends in the car still?”
“Yeah. It’s cold out their.”
“Well, I can’t fit you all in the truck when I pick up the car, so do you mind staying here? Then I’ll bring them back and see what I can do about your vehicle?”
“Oh that would be great mister.”
“Here, why don’t you set all your bags behind the counter here and I’ll take you down into the lounge and you can warm up and relax. You can call your parents from there if you want.” I handed each of the girls a towel from the shelf. I made sure that they left all their stuff behind the desk, even though I knew their phones wouldn’t work here I didn’t want to take chances.
“Just follow me.” I led the girls through one of the “employee only” doors, then down into the pit, though they didn’t know it was the pit, at least not yet.
“Sorry about the dirt and grime, this is a working garage and the lounge is kind of hidden away.” I turned on as few lights as possible so they wouldn’t get too nervous. When I got them to the pit door, I knew I was set. “Just head into the lounge and I should be back in a few minutes with your friends.” I didn’t turn the lights on till they were well inside and I’d slammed the door shut. I could hear them screaming instantly when they saw their surroundings, I loved it. I knew they were seeing the inside of the oil pit, the car parked over head, and I knew they had to know what was happening now.
I rushed upstairs into the garage. The girls’ voices were shrill, and I could hear the fear clearly in their screams. I peered under the car, I could just barely see the two there. There was no way they could get out, the pit was a good 7′ deep, and there was a car parked over top, so as young and flexible as they might be, they weren’t getting out of there.
“Girl’s” I tried to address them, but they were screaming loud and couldn’t hear me. I let them wail for a few minutes more.
“Please mister, please, please, let us go, please…” I didn’t bother to respond to their pleas, I just waited for them to go quiet. They continued to sob as I started speaking.
“Don’t worry girls, I’ll be back soon enough with your friends. I apologize that it’s kind of dirty down there, but let me take care of your car, get your friends in line, and then I’ll take you to a nice warm place, be patient. We’ll have a good time after that.”
“Pleaaaaasssseeee!” I could hear them crying out to me as I hopped in the rig and started off to pick up their friends. I guess it was a little cruel, but I turned off all the lights in the garage, only the florescent glow of the sign gave off any light at all. I can just imagine them huddling together. Hell, in a week or so, if everything goes right, I think I’ll have those to do more than just huddle together.
I couldn’t help but rub my dick as I drove to the spot where Tara said they broke down. Believe me, I’ve never done anything like this before. Oh, sure, I’ve got a blowjob or two from a grateful girl with a broken down car, hell, I fucked a couple, but I’ve never thought of doing anything like this. But the opportunity is just too damn good. I mean, five girls, five teenage cheerleaders at that, hell, how lucky can you get?
The car was right where I thought it would be. I didn’t bother to turn on the flashers, and I cut the headlights as quick as I could, no use drawing any attention to myself, even though I know nobody would see me. The road connected to one of Old man Patterson’s back fields, and there isn’t a house for a mile around, the girls had done a good job getting off the main road for me.
I had to knock on the window, the girls in the car were too afraid to get out on their own.
“Hi there, my name is Pat, Tara and Lisa sent me to pick you up and see if I could get your car running back at the shop.” I saw the ease flash over their eyes when I told them Tara and Lisa had sent me.
“Why don’t you three go hop in the truck, the heat is on, it’s probably a little more comfortable than the car. Just leave your bags in here though, there isn’t a lot of room in the cab, we’ll get to the station and straighten everything out there.” I love trusting kids. I was even more pleased that my three newest captives were equally as beautiful as the first two. I didn’t get names, but there was another blonde, one of those tall thin girls, probably 5’8″, and she was absolutely stunning, and seeing her, it was pretty damn hard covering up my erection. A whole world of ideas flashed through my mind when I watched her climb out of the car.
There was also a brunette. She was probably only about 5’2″, maybe 5’3″, though, when I get her into some high heels, she’ll definitely look pretty hot. I couldn’t tell for sure in the dark and the uniform, but she looked like she had big tits.
The third girl was a redhead, not fiery red hair mind you, it was more soft, almost a strawberry blonde, just the way I like them. She looked to be about 5’6″, and her body looked incredible, thin, decent breasts, long legs. I’d sure got lucky, whatever school they were from produced some hot cheerleaders.
I walked the girls up to the cab and helped them up. I don’t think they even minded that I touched their asses as I got them in.
“You can see if you can get something on the radio, you might be able to get a station, the two-way is down though.” It was only down because I’d disabled it, I didn’t want to give them any ideas at all to try and call for help.
It’s amazing how fast you can get something done when you’re dick is demanding you get the girls home. I got their car up on the flatbed in record time. I brought along a cover just in case. I knew I would dump the car in the junkyard tonight, then crush it tomorrow or the next day. I was already thinking about getting Jim—my manger—out to the house to help with the girls, hell, I might even offer him one of the girls for his own.
I hopped back into the cab, I didn’t even care if they saw the bulge in my pants at that point, though I don’t think they did.
“Hey girls, I think we’re all set. I think I can get your car fixed tonight and then get you on your way.” I popped the truck into gear and started off for the shop. I couldn’t wait to get back.
“So we weren’t properly introduced. Again, my name is Pat.” The brunette was pressed so close against me I could feel the heat of her body. I ‘accidentally’ grazed her thigh as I got the big truck up to speed on the highway. The blonde spoke first.
“My name is Monique.”
“I’m Emily.” I liked the strawberry blonde already, and I loved the name.
“I’m Jayme.” Taking a look now the brunette definitely had big knockers. It was hard to keep my mind on the road when I started thinking about what I could do to those tits.
“We should be back at the shop in a couple minutes.” I’d already decided I’d take the truck and their car into the back garage, we used it for storage mostly, but it would be the best place to unload. Once I closed the door there wouldn’t be anyplace for the girls to run, which was perfect.
I pulled the rig into the garage without incident. I’d decided I’d get them out of the truck and walk them over to the tool cage, it would be a good place to hold them till I got their car dumped in the junk yard.
“Girl’s, I’m going to drop you off here for the moment, see that cage over against the wall? There is a door inside that leads to a nice lounge, that’s where Tara and Lisa are. Then I’ll get your car up on the hoist and see what’s wrong with it. Okay?”
“Sure, that sounds good. Do you think we could call our parents to tell them what’s up?”
“Yeah, that’s not a problem, though I think Tara and Lisa said they were going to tell everybody where you were when they called home. There is a phone in the lounge, so you can call if you want anyway.” I helped the girls out of the cab, copping a feel just for the hell of it, though soon enough, I knew I’d be able to do whatever I want with them.
I led the girls over to the cage, I had to undo the padlock for them, I don’t think they suspected anything at all. I was such a gentlemen, letting them all go first, I don’t think they had a clue what was up till I slammed the door shut and put the padlock back on.
“Whaaa…” Monique couldn’t even finish her cry, it was classic. I think for the first time they realized that the cage was just that, 4 walls, and a fenced in ceiling, there was no door to a lounge anywhere.
“What are you doing, let us go. Where are Tara and Lisa???” The three girls were so cute in their little cheerleading outfits, I almost just wanted to stare at them for awhile, but already I was getting sick of their screaming. Jayme had hold of the fence and was trying to rip through it, but I knew she wasn’t going to get anyplace.
“Let me take care of your car, then a little later we’ll head off to my house for a good time.” I knew it would make them scream more, but it was kind of fun. I liked making them even more scared, and I still had a lot to take care of before I could get them home for the real events I planned.
I hopped in the cab and started backing the rig out of the garage. My mind was racing. I already knew where I’d keep the girls till I got things really fixed up. I’d bought my house a number of years ago, the place was huge, and in the basement the previous owners had run a dog breeding business. There were still like 10 kennels down there, and a bunch of dog cages used for transport. I’m so glad now I’d procrastinated on getting rid of the crap. I’d been meaning to do it for years, but now, it turned out to be the perfect spot to keep them until I got the basement finished up just like I dreamed of. I think there are even some dog whips and leashes down there. I’ll probably have to do some shopping on the net for all the other toys I’d love to use on the girls, but I think I’ll have enough to keep them occupied for awhile.
I took their car out to the back part of the junkyard, really it’s not even the junkyard, it’s this fenced in area out by the trees. Nobody ever goes out there, and with the cover on, I should have a couple days easy to crush the thing.
After I dumped the car off and locked the fence up again, I drove back into the front garage and parked. I’d pulled all the girls’ crap out of their car already, I knew I’d probably have to have a good old bonfire one of these nights.
I heard Tara and Lisa screaming in the pit as I moved their stuff from under the counter.
“I’ll be right with you girls. I picked up your friends. They’re doing fine, they’re out in a cage on the back lot.”
I walked into the office and got a huge duffle bag, I dumped all the girls’ stuff in and then put it in my truck. It was going to be a tight fit in the cab, even though I had a quad cab. Hell, then I realized I might as well put the girls in the bed, I’ve got a cover, maybe the cold would get them a little more in the mood to behave when I get them home?
I went into the shop and grabbed a handful of nylon ties, they’d be good to bind the girls’ wrists with.
“Hey Tara, Lisa, it’s almost time to take you to my place.” I could hear them blubbering in the pit. It was kind of fun to make them scared. I almost couldn’t believe I was doing this, it’s not like I’d planned it or anything, but when 5 beautiful teenage cheerleaders fall into your lap so perfectly, what else can you do? Serendipity, you’ve got to love it.
I went out to my truck and laid an old sleeping bag in the bed. I had the nylon ties and I grabbed some duct tape to gag the girls’ mouths’ with. I’d already got all their possessions in the truck and hidden their car, I didn’t have to worry about security tapes or anything like that. There are some nice things about living in a small town, crime isn’t really a problem so we’d never bothered to invest in cameras, or anything like that at the shop. Well, crime was low, with the exception of me and 5 kidnapped girls now.
I put my head under the car that covered the pit. I could hear Tara and Lisa balling, they tried to beg me to let them go, but I had no desire to listen.
“Girl’s, it’s time to head home. We’re just going to have a little fun, and then everything will be all right.” I lied, but it doesn’t really matter. “I’m going to open the door to the pit, I want you, Tara, to come out first. Don’t think about doing anything stupid, just behave and everything will be all right. I want you to walk to me, I’m going to put a nylon strap around your wrists and then gag you with a bit of tape. After that, when I call for you, Lisa, I want you to come out and I’ll bind you too.” I listened to them sob, it was joy to my ears.
“Have you girls ever heard of a tazer?” I paused, letting them think about what I said.
“One of the farmers left one here at the shop a time ago, it’s for use on cattle. If you get any ideas, well, I’ll have to use it on you, and I don’t think either of you would like that.” I held the cattle prod over the pit and pushed the rubber button, a glorious blue arc of electricity shot from the points of the prod. I don’t know if I’d really have the heart to use it on one of the girls, but I think the threat was all they needed.
I went down to the pit and opened the door slowly.
“Tara, I want you to come through the door, walk towards my voice, keep your hands up behind your neck. Understand?” I could hear her sniffle out a response. I saw her shadowy figure move down the narrow hall from the pit. When she reached the stairwell I had her get to her knees. I was a little disappointed she didn’t fight more as I pulled her hands into the small of her back and zipped off one of the nylon ties, I pulled it tight, I’m sure it hurt, but I didn’t want her going anyplace. She tried to beg me to let her go before I put the tape over her mouth, but I really didn’t feel like listening. With my hand up under her elbow I moved her up the stairway and left her at the top of the steps.
“Lisa, it’s your turn. Be a good girl like Tara and everything will be all right.” I saw Lisa emerge from the pit door. My dick was aching. I thought I might cream my shorts, but I managed to get Lisa bound and gagged without making a real mess.
Once I had the two at the top of the steps it was easy. I had the truck parked just out the back door where there were no lights. I picked up each girl and tossed her onto the rolled out sleeping bag. Before closing the lid on the bed I decided to put a nylon tie around each of the girl’s ankles.
I could barely see them in the dark, but I loved the gentle, desperate mewing I heard. I shut the cover on the bed and drove into the back garage, ready to pick up my three passengers from the cage.
I was damn near ready to blow with anticipation by the time I got to the back garage. I couldn’t stop thinking about the two girls lying in the back of my truck. God they looked so cute in their little cheerleading outfits. I was having a hard time deciding which girl I was going to take first. I planned to take all of them in turn, and I hoped at least a couple were virgins still, but who knows anymore? If nothing else I’m sure none of them had been taken anally yet, and I can just imagine how tight their asses are. Oh I can’t wait to hear them scream as I force my prick up their cute little butts.
The three girls in the cage were yelling when I pulled the truck in. I didn’t even try to cover up my erection when I started toward them.
“What are you doing? What are you doing? Let us go, please!” Jayme’s scream echoed through the large back garage. I couldn’t wipe the smile off my face as I moved towards them.
“Girls, girls, I know you can’t wait, but it’s only going to be a few minutes more.” I held the cattle prod up for all of them to see.
“Do you know what a cattle prod is?” I pushed the button and the spark arced from the two points.
“I want you all to get on your knees and put your hands up behind your head. I’m going to come in there and put a nylon strap around your wrists. Don’t think about doing anything heroic, otherwise you’ll get to feel this prod, and from what I’ve heard, it’s not too pleasant an experience.” I stood outside the cage waiting for the girls to put their hands up behind their heads. They were all sobbing, I loved the way their bodies shuddered. Monique was the first to obey, she hesitantly put her hands up behind her head, her gaze was locked on me the whole time. I knew then, looking into those big hazel eyes, she was going to share my bed tonight.
“Come on girls, be good like Monique and put your hands behind your head.” When I pushed the button on the prod again, the other two girls moved their hands up behind their necks.
“Good girls. Now sit still and we’ll get you home.” I failed to mention it was my home, though I think they were getting the idea now.
They were all sobbing hysterically as I unlocked the door to the cage and walked in. Even if they fought, I knew I could overpower them. I’m not the smallest guy in the world. Yeah, I’m a little out of shape, but not too bad. I’m 6’1″ and 250, I know what you’re thinking, 250, that’s more than a little out of shape? Well, put it this way, I used to be big into weightlifting, and I still put up my fair share, so it’s not like its all fat, and I know I could take all three girls if I needed to, but I didn’t think it would come to that. Not the way their bodies trembled, and not based on the volume of their cries, they sounded too desperate to put up that much of a fight.
I grabbed for Jayme’s wrists and pulled them into the small of her back, the nylon band went easily around her tiny wrists and I cinched the plastic tight.
“Pleeeaaaasseee.” She could barely stutter out the words. I tore off a piece of duct tape and sealed it over her mouth, I enjoyed the break from her cries. I rubbed her long hair and bent down to whisper in her ear.
“We’re going to have a lot of fun princess, just relax.”
I had hold of Emily’s wrists, I put the nylon band on, pulling it tight so there was no way she could get out. Her lips were trembling, and the tears streaked down her cheeks as I put the tape over her mouth.
Monique’s whole body shook as I put the plastic around her wrists. I reached around her and cupped her breasts through the cheerleading outfit, they weren’t huge, but even through the fabric I could tell they were perfectly formed, and so young and taut. I pressed my hips into her back. I could hear her whimper louder as my hard cock touched her body. I cut another piece of tape and pressed it tight over her mouth.
“It’s time for you to meet up with Tara and Lisa again, they’re in the back of the truck.” I helped Monique from her knees and started leading her out of the cage toward my truck. I let the tailgate down, then lifted up the cover on the bed. After the initial period of squinting against the lights, I loved the look of shock on Tara and Lisa’s face as they saw Monique there, the tape over her mouth and her hands bound behind her back.
“I told you I’d go pick up your friends, I’ll get Jayme and Emily in a second.” I put my hand up between Monique’s legs, I could feel the gentle bulge of her sex as I lifted her up into the bed. I helped her into position next to Lisa.
Stepping back, I loved the way the three looked laid out in the back of the truck. I wrapped a tie around Monique’s ankles so she couldn’t hope of getting away. I loved the way their bodies twitched uncontrollably in fear.
“Let me go get your friends and we’ll get out of here.” I hopped off the tailgate and went to get Jayme and Emily. They were still on their knees, their big eyes followed my every move. I helped them up and held their elbows tight, I pushed them towards the truck, my dick was about to explode. I was tempted as hell to just take one of them there, to drop those cute little panties and ram home, but even though I knew nobody would come in, I thought it wiser to get them to my house, then I could have all my fun in the privacy of my own place.
It was kind of a tight fit to get all 5 girls into the back of the bed. I’d debated whether I should put a blanket over them or let them feel the chill of the night air, in the end I decided to keep them a little warm, I tossed an old blanket over top of the three writhing girls.
I stood there looking down on them.
“Don’t worry girls, we should be home in about 10 minutes. Believe me, I can’t wait.” I couldn’t stop smiling. My brain was racing, all the things I’d ever fantasized about, now I was going to make it happen. I’d experimented a little with BDSM, I had a few girlfriends over the years that liked to be tied up, but it was all a game, they didn’t really get into it the way I’d wanted too, that was all going to change now. I had five slaves to do with as I pleased.
I shut the lid on the bed of the truck and slammed the tailgate shut. I couldn’t wait to get home.
I went through the shop one more time. I made sure that there were no sign that would make the girls’ presence known. I took a look at the pit to make sure there was nothing on the floor, or that they wrote notes on the walls. It took awhile, I thought my dick was going to explode, but I just wanted to make sure. When I finally climbed up in the cab I was dying. I couldn’t even stroke myself through my pants, I knew if I did I’d cream my shorts, and I wanted to save all my cum for my new prizes.
The ride home was terrible. I wished the miles would melt away, it felt like I was high, there was so much excitement and adrenaline running through my body I almost felt sick. When I finally pulled my truck into the garage I had to just sit there for a second, I couldn’t believe what I’d done, I’d kidnapped 5 girls, and soon, I was going to rape them all and keep them as my slaves. I should have felt guilty, but you know, I didn’t.
When I got out of the truck I thought about getting the girls right then, but instead I went into the house. My two dogs were on me the moment I got through the door. I suppose they were a little anxious, I was a couple hours late feeding them. They were good boys, two big black labs. I’d got them both as puppies, and now, at 2 and a half they each weighed over 110lbs. Spike was the alpha dog between the two, and Shadow followed along obediently wherever he went.
I didn’t bother trying to make anything up for them. I’d grilled up a couple steaks the night before for myself, I figured what the hell, I’d treat the boys to that, and then I could get my dick in Monique a lot sooner, since I’d decided on her. There was just something about her, the way she moved. There was an endearing nervousness that turned me on, I can’t explain it.
After I’d dealt with the dogs it was off to my new prizes. I loved the way the five pairs of eyes followed my every move. With their hands and legs bound I had to slide the girls out one by one from the truck. First I put Tara over my shoulder and carried her down into the basement. I could hear her trying to beg, but the tape did an effective job of muffling anything she tried to say.
I carried Tara down the stairs, and then took her off into the unfinished side of the basement. I had a good 1500 sq ft of space, I’d debated for years what to do with it, but now it was perfect, I knew I was going to build my own dungeon to keep my pets.
I set Tara down on the floor. At first I was going to put her in one of the cages, but then I decided that the girls probably needed to use the bathroom.
“Now Tara, don’t think about doing anything stupid, if you girls behave, you’ll be all right. Do you understand?” The terrified girl nodded her head.
“I’m going to put you in the bathroom and then get your friends. I’m going to untie you, be smart, don’t do anything stupid.” I cut the nylon bands on her wrists and ankles. There was a bathroom on the unfinished side of the basement, obviously the previous owners had planned to finish off the apace, but never got around to it, just like me.
I shut the door and left Tara inside. I was able to make sure she couldn’t get out by wedging the door shut. Only three more to go…
I was pretty damn tired by the time I got Jayme, Lisa and Emily into the basement. I left them all locked in the bathroom when I went to get Monique. I’m sure the later arriving girls might have liked some privacy when they used the toilet, but I wanted to get them all used to having no more rights but what I gave them.
Unlike the other girls I got Monique out of the truck and carried her into my bedroom. The dogs were barking and yelping at her as I carried her into my room, but they meant no harm. I laid Monique down on the bed and then got the dogs out. Seeing her there, bound as she was, I desperately wanted to fuck her, but I had to take care of the other girls first.
I grabbed the sleeping bag and blanket from the truck and carried it down into the basement. I was pleased to see that none of the girls had taken the tape from their mouths when I left them alone in the bathroom.
“Did you all take care of your business?” I could see the tears streaming down their cheeks.
“Come on.” I stood back and pointed the girls toward one of the kennels, they were for pretty big dogs, so they were about 6′ tall, maybe 6-7′ deep, and about 5′ wide. I knew the chain link was connected well, it could handle 150lb danes beating against it, and I knew it could handle my new pets too.
I tossed the blanket and sleeping bag into the cage in preparation for the girls.
“Go on, get in there.” I could hear them sobbing louder as they got in the cage.
“I’ll bring you down some water and something to eat in a few. You can take off the tape, though I don’t want to hear any of your bitching.” There was a part of me, something deep down that made me feel bad about taking the girls, but with the aching in my balls, I knew my guilty conscience wasn’t going to win out.
I filled a couple gallon jugs full of water, then grabbed a bunch of granola bars and some apples for the girls. I knew they’d be fine until morning. The sleeping bag and blanket were big, I knew they’d have to huddle together, but that kind of turned me on anyway.
Tara started to say something when I dropped off the food and water, but I only had to put my finger to my lip and she shut up.
“Have a good night sleep girls. I’ll check on you in the morning, then we can get to know each other a lot better.” I left one of the lights on across the way, I thought it would be a little too cruel to leave them completely in the dark. I made up a little dinner for myself and Monique. Nothing flashy, just some chicken and a salad, though I am a pretty damn good cook this was something just to tide us over.
Monique started whimpering when I walked in the door. I set the tray of food next to her on the bed, but I wasn’t going to release her hands just yet. I lay next to her, I got close, I could feel her try to wiggle away, but there wasn’t much she could do.
“So, are you hungry?” I could see her nod ever so slightly, her eyes were wide and locked on me. I ripped the tape from her mouth, she wailed out when I did, twisting her head side to side from the pain. She started to say something, but I silenced her immediately.
“You will do as I say, without hesitation. You won’t speak unless I tell you to, and you won’t do anything unless I tell you to. If you behave, I’ll treat you well.” She started to cry as I grabbed her breast, I softly massaged her mound through the fabric.
“Do you want something to eat?” She nodded. I grabbed a couple pillows and propped her up.
I took a forkful of salad and brought it to her lips, I gave her a bite, then one to myself. “When I have you trained, you’ll feed me.” I gave her a shot of juice, she drank it down greedily.
I enjoyed having control over her, even if it was just feeding her. I slid my hand up under her short skirt and ran my fingers over the bulge of her pussy. I didn’t slide my hand inside her clothes, not yet at least. I knew that after I fed her I wanted to make her strip for me. I’d already formulated at least some of my plan. I loved the way I could feel her muscles tense as I moved my hand over her skin.
When we’d finished the salad, I rolled Monique over onto her belly. I cut the straps from her wrists and ankles, though she didn’t try to even move when she was free.
“Get up, go use the bathroom, you’ve got 20 minutes. Don’t think about doing anything stupid, got it?” I grabbed her by the scruff of her neck and lifted her head up so she was looking me in the eyes.
Understand?” Terrified she nodded.
“Good, get into the bathroom, make yourself look good.” It didn’t matter, she was naturally beautiful, and the fear, that was what had me so horny I couldn’t even stand it.
The time seemed to pass so slow, I stared at the clock for about five minutes, but it felt like time was moving backwards. Finally I started cleaning up the place, I locked the phone in the end table, and hid away anything that my new pet could use to escape. I still had a lot of work before I could do the things I wanted to with my slaves in the house, but I’d have fun tonight, that’s for sure.
I could hear her crying when I knocked at the bathroom door.
“Time to earn your keep baby.” It was a little crude to say, but I was desperate, I couldn’t wait anymore. I opened the door, Monique was cowering in the corner of the bathroom.
I’d already taken the liberty of stripping, and I loved the way her eyes focused on my prominent erection.
“Get out here slut.” I motioned her toward me with my finger. The girl’s whole body shuddered as she got to her feet. I thought she’d collapse to the ground the way her knees buckled.
I sat on the edge of the bed and took in the glorious sight of my new pet. I pointed to the floor in front of me.
“Strip for me cunt.” Monique’s hands shook so bad I didn’t know if she’d be able to manage the act of stripping, but I was going to eat up her struggles.
“Pllleeeeasssse Mister.” I think she was surprised how fast I moved, I was up and slapped her hard across the face before she even knew what happened. I grabbed a handful of her beautiful blonde hair and arched her head back so I loomed over her.
“I said strip for me slut. Don’t ever talk back to me. If you don’t strip, I’ll do it for you, and I’ll tell you this, you’ll wish you’d obeyed me.” I let go of her hair and sat back on the edge of the bed. My heart was beating so fast, the adrenaline was flooding through my bloodstream. I can’t explain the feeling, but I loved it. My prick throbbed in pure excitement.
Monique was crying as she started pulling down the zipper on her little cheerleading vest. What makeup she had left streaked down her cheeks. Part of me wished I had a camera set up, but the truth is I don’t think I’d ever forget the image of her there.
Monique twisted her body out of the little vest. She pulled her skin tight shirt out of the band of her waist. I could tell she had nice breasts, nothing huge, but definitely nice, and firm.
Her stomach rippled in convulsions as she lifted the shirt up over her head. She tried to cross her arms over her sports bra, but I could already tell by what I saw, that I was going to have a great time with this girl.
I needed only to point at her little skirt to get her moving again after she’d hesitated, she undid the clasp and let the fabric fall around her ankles, leaving her standing there in her little blue outer panties.
“Come on, get it off!” Monique tried to delay all she could, but even she knew it was inevitable. She slid the outer panties over her hips till she was standing there in only her bra, and her cute sport panties.
I shifted my body as if I was going to stand, Monique yelped and jumped back a few inches. Before I had to say anything, she started lifting her bra over her head. She tried to hold it over her chest for an instant, but then thought better of it and let it fall to the floor.
I couldn’t help but smile, I’m sure it made her all the more nervous, but I didn’t care, I just knew I needed my cock in her mouth before I shot my load on the floor.
Monique’s hands trembled so bad I didn’t think she’d be able to get her panties to the floor, but she inched it down her thighs. When I saw her smooth, shaved mound I was in heaven. She jerked away as I got to my feet and moved toward her.
“On your knees!” I grabbed her by the neck and forced her to the floor. “Suck my dick slut!” I forced the head of my cock to her lips. I grabbed a clump of her hair in my hands and twisted till she screamed. “I said suck my cock cunt!”
I almost blew as I forced my prick in between her tight moist lips. I heard her gag as I forced all 8″ of my dick down her throat. I felt her tongue moving over the bottom of my shaft involuntarily as she struggled for breath. I clamped my hands on the back of her head and held her on me till I thought she was going to pass out.
I only pulled out for an instant, long enough for her to gasp for breath before I slammed my hips forward and made her swallow me again. I knew I wasn’t going to last long, but I wanted to get a couple good thrusts in before I blew in her mouth. I felt her hands at my hips trying to push me away, but with the urgency I felt to cum, nothing was going to keep me from having my prick deep in her sweet little mouth.
I felt it deep in my loins. I’ve never felt my balls contract like that. I felt the cum shoot from my dick, and it kept coming, my balls pulsed and shot a huge load deep in Monique’s throat. I could hear her gagging as I held the back of her head tight, forcing her to take my whole length in her mouth. I didn’t think it would ever stop, my balls jerked and squeezed more cum out, I bellowed out in a primal roar. I kept cumming so much it hurt.
After what seemed like an eternity I knew I’d spent my load. I looked down at my new prize as I eased my rampant cock from her mouth. I could see the cum seeping around her lips, and she started to cough up my seed.
“Swallow it slut, swallow it!” I arched her head back as she gasped for breath. “Swallow it down cunt!” I saw her big hazel eyes looking up at me, pleading, begging me to stop, but there was something animal in my need to see her drink all my sperm down.
I let go of Monique’s hair and let her collapse to the floor after she’d desperately swallowed all my cum. She lay in a heap sobbing as I went to the bathroom to get a drink of water. My balls still tingled.
Monique was still lying on the floor, in the midst of her cute little outfit, when I came back into the bedroom. I had to lift her off the ground and onto the bed.
“Get on your knees!” Monique pushed her ass into the air and got to her knees. I grabbed for her wrists and pulled them back to her ankles, spreading her legs wider I duct taped her wrists to her ankles, her face was forced down into the mattress. I pulled off her shoes and socks and left her like that. I loved the way her hair cascaded over her head and spread out on the bed.
I laid down on the bed next to Monique’s head, she turned to face me, I could see the tears streaming down her cheeks. I pushed the hair out of her face.
“How’d you like that slut? Have you ever given a blow job before?” I saw her nod in abject humiliation. “Tell me, do you like the taste of cum?” I watched her close her eyes and stutter out the word no.
“Well, you’d better get used to it.” I reached up under her body and pinched her nipple between my fingers.
“Have you ever had vaginal sex Monique?” When I heard her sobbing I knew the answer was no, and she knew I was going to pop her cherry soon.
“How about masturbation?” I didn’t hear her response, but I didn’t much care.
“Well, I’m going to make you cum Monique, you’ve been a good girl.” I got up from the bed and walked to my dresser. I’ve always loved seeing women orgasm, so one of the toys I’d picked up over the years was a Magic Wand vibrator.
Monique did what she could to watch me after I plugged in the vibrator. I had the G-Spot attachment too, but I didn’t think I’d need it, not tonight at least.
I heard her whimpering when I flipped the switch and the vibrator started going. I heard her squeak as I pressed the head of the vibrator into the folds of her sex.
“How do you like that?” I saw Monique’s legs start to shudder as I moved the head of the vibrator up and down over her sex, her whole body convulsed when I touched the vibrator to her clit.
“Please…stop…please…” I didn’t listen to her words, I pressed the head against her clit and gently spread her labia with my fingers. I moved my fingers over her sensitive flesh, I could already feel the moisture spreading from her pussy.
I flipped the switch on the vibrator to high and pushed it harder against Monique’s clit, I could hear her cries growing louder.
“That’s it slut.” I got between her legs and let my tongue dart into her sex. I licked her, spreading her young flesh wide, tasting the pink as I held the vibrator to her clit.
Monique’s legs started to shake, I could see her tits jiggling. I loved the mixture of want, and disgust in her movements. I could see her hips gyrating, pushing back onto my tongue, rubbing against the vibrator’s head as she cried out, begging me to stop.
I forced a finger into her pussy, not deep, just enough to tease her body.
“That’s it cunt, fuck me, fuck my finger.” I could hear her start to pant, her nipples were hard and I pushed the head of the vibrator against her breast, she involuntarily groaned.
I slid my finger from Monique’s snatch, it was wet with her juices. I forced my mouth over her pussy and started delving my tongue into her body and over her clit.
I could hear her moaning louder. With my hands free I reached up under her body and grasped her breasts, I twisted and molded her flesh in my hands, driving her on.
“That’s it slut, cum for me!” I sucked on her clit, nibbling on the hard little bud with my teeth. I could feel her hips moving, I knew she was about to cum. I swabbed my tongue over her labia, pushing her to the edge, I wanted to hear her scream out.
“STOP, STOP, Please, stop!!!” I could hear the desperation in her voice, but that only drove me on further. I could hear her panting, her cries were like the screech of an animal, the muscles of her thighs convulsed as she arched her head up and screamed.
I bit down on her clit, not hard enough to do damage, but enough so she could feel it.
“Cum for me slut, cum for me!” Monique wailed, her whole body trembled, I could see her leg muscles spasming…
I didn’t even wait for her body to stop reacting. I pushed the vibrator against her clit again.
“God no, please, please, stop, please!!!” I know her pleas were sincere, but I wanted to make her cum again.
“Come on slut, I’m going to make you cum again.” I milked Monique’s breast, squeezing it like an udder as I moved the vibrator up and down over her labia. Her nipples were hard, and I loved the way they felt as I pinched them, making her scream in pain.
“Cum for me cunt.” I let go of her tit and forced my finger into her pussy, not deep, but enough to make her moan. Her body was covered in a sheen of perspiration, it was gorgeous. I loved the way her tight little pussy throbbed under my touch, contracting, squeezing me. The vibrator buzzed against her clit and I knew she was about to cum again.
With my finger in her pussy and the vibrator on her clit I moved my tongue over her engorged labia. She tried to jerk away but there was nothing she could do. I could hear her panting, gasping for breath as she was about to orgasm again.
“Please, please, please…” I drove my tongue between her labia while I pinched her clit hard. I still had the vibrator forced against her body.
I’ve never seen a girl’s body react like hers did to an orgasm, Monique screamed as her legs bucked, I thought she’d fall off the bed the way they contracted so hard. I could hear the duct tape making little cracking sounds as every muscle in her body convulsed.
“That’s it slut, cum for me, cum for me!” I ran the vibrator up and down over the length of her sex, with particular attention to her clit. She screamed like mad, I could tell there was a part, deep down, that liked it.
Monique was still moaning when I got off the bed, I hurried to the closet and pulled out a leather belt. It was an old and well worn belt, but I knew it would do the job. It was a good inch and a half wide and I doubled it over so I’d have better control.
I don’t even know if Monique saw me approaching, her body was writhing, I could see her forcing her chest down, rubbing her nipples against the bed spread. I don’t know if she even heard the swish through the air, but I know she felt it when the leather struck her engorged labia. I would have loved to see her eyes go wide when she felt the bite of the belt, but I was too busy bringing it down again, almost in the exact spot as before. I heard her high pitched scream echo through the room as I kept bringing the belt down on her body, I didn’t want to whip her too much, I just wanted Monique to feel the bite of the leather on her hypersensitive flesh. The sound of the belt on her skin was pushing me over the edge, I wanted to beat her more with the belt, but I couldn’t hold out much longer.
I rolled Monique over onto her back. The way her wrists were taped to her ankles it spread her legs nicely. I brought the belt down on her tits a few times, I caught her hard little clit dead on with the belt, raising desperate screams.
I tossed the belt aside and climbed on Monique’s body, my dick was hard and I was ready to blow again. She was still wailing in pain from the belt when I slammed my prick into her virgin cunt. I could feel her stomach muscles contract under mine. I drove my dick all the way inside her, till I felt my balls slap against her ass. I loved the way I could feel her thighs against my hips. I grabbed for her hair and clamped my mouth down on hers. There was nothing she could do, I slammed into her again and again, I couldn’t help it, I wanted to hurt her as I fucked her. I knew she’d remember her first time forever.
I knew I was about to cum so I buried my prick full in her pussy. I felt the sperm flood her, my balls contracted, it was almost painful as I pumped her full of my cum, though I can’t tell you how good it felt. I could feel her breasts crushed against my chest, I could feel her body shudder as she sobbed.
I don’t know how long I laid there on top of her, my dick still hard and buried in the soft warmth of her pussy. I whispered into her ear.
“God you’ve got some kind of tight pussy. We’re going to have a good time.” I rolled off Monique. I ran my hand over her belly, and over her pussy, my semen dribbled out of her little cunt. Her hair was disheveled, her body was covered in sweat, makeup was streaked over her face, and I could still see her little pussy throbbing and twitching. The red marks where I’d laid the belt down on her tits were still visible.
With a knife and cut Monique’s wrists and ankles free. Her legs flopped down on the bed, splayed wide.
I ran my fingers over her swollen sex, I could hear her moan as I slid my finger into her pussy.
“We’re going to have a lot of fun babe. I’m going to fuck that pussy of yours everyday, and I’m going to make you masturbate for me, I love seeing you cum.” I couldn’t wait to get on the net and drop a couple thousand dollars on sex toys and bondage gear, but I’d wait till the next day for that.
“Get up, go into the bathroom, clean up, take a shower if you want, then we’ll go to bed.” I ran my hand over the inside of her thighs. “Do you want anything more to eat, or drink?” She seemed to disenheartened to react much, but I saw her nod softly no.
“Go, get in the bathroom!” I loved the way she moved. Even with the pain and humiliation she felt, she had a certain grace in her movements. She had the most beautiful legs, long, thin, gorgeous!
I went down and got a glass of water and some snacks, I needed to take care of my girl. When I got back up into my room, I could hear the shower running, I was pretty sure I could hear her crying.
I felt a little tingle in my balls when thought about the girls down in the basement. I wondered if any of them had got to sleep yet? Really, it didn’t matter, the longer they stayed up, the more ready they were going to be when I started in on them. I still couldn’t believe it was all happening. When I woke up this morning, I never would have thought, hell, dreamed, that these 5 gorgeous teens would enter my life.
I heard the shower stop running, I couldn’t wait for my girl to get out of the bathroom. I didn’t have any more plans for her tonight, just to get some sleep, but I couldn’t wait to get her in the bed next to me.
After about 5 minutes I started to get impatient.
“Hey slut, hurry up, get your ass out here!” I heard her sob just a little louder, then I heard the door open. I was already on the bed, I had the sheets pulled back waiting for her.
“God you’re a beautiful little whore.” Monique had her hands crossed over her chest, and the palm of her hand trying to cover up her sex.
“No slut, arms at your side, never try to cover yourself from me, do you understand?” She nodded, a resigned, hopeless nod. Her hair was still wet from the shower, her nipples were hard and her breasts were absolutely gorgeous.
“Come here, get in bed.” I motioned her over to me.
“Please…” I put my finger to my lip and she went silent. Instinctively she tried to cover herself again, but then I could tell she remembered and dropped her hands to her sides.
“Good girl.” She sat on the edge of the bed. I grabbed for her elbow and pulled her onto the bed. She yelped as I twisted her arm, but I got her on her back.
“Give me your wrists!” She looked up to me with her wide hazel eyes.
“Relax I just need to tie your wrists and ankles, then we can go to bed.” I took her wrists in my hand, I could easily hold them in one palm, I looped rope around one wrist, then pulled it around her other wrist, snugging them together so she couldn’t get away. I didn’t pull it too tight, just enough so it wouldn’t come lose.
“Pick up your legs…” I could have crawled to the foot of the bed, but I wanted to see how flexible she was. Monique kicked up her legs until they were perpendicular to her body, I grabbed the back of her thighs and forced her legs down till her knees touched her breasts.
“Hold your legs like that.” I looped more rope around her ankles till I knew she wouldn’t be able to work it free.
“You can put them down.” I lay down next to her, I could feel Monique try to move away.
“Don’t move away from me, ever, I own you now. Let’s get some sleep.” I pulled the covers up over top of us. I could feel her body shaking as I put my arm over top of her breasts. I whispered in her ear.
“We’re going to have a lot of fun together Monique, just behave, and I’ll treat you right.” I flipped the lights off and closed my eyes resting my head on her shoulder. I could feel her heart beating, I knew she was uncomfortable with me holding her, but I didn’t care. My mind was filled with all the things I needed to do. I needed to get the house in order and ready for my new cadre of slaves. I couldn’t wait to get online and buy all the toys I was going to need. I could feel my dick getting hard and bulging against Monique’s thigh as I faded off to sleep easily.

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Home For The Holidays Ch. 1: Happy New Years

— THIS STORY CONTAINS EXPLICIT CONTENT AND VULGAR LANGUAGE. It is fictional and does not depict real people or events. — Housewife Rose finds herself more than just a hostess for her husband’s holiday parties. Her husband also intends that she be the featured entertainment! Follow Rose as she entertains her husband’s guests, as she finds herself stuck at home for the holidays.

Teenage Love

I looked through my window and there she was. My bestfriend, the girl I’ve been in love with since 8th grade, masturbating. Her pink, teenage pussy soaking wet as she stuck two fingers, in and out… in and out… I was in awe. I stared out my window while rubbing my hard cock through my jeans. I think she wanted the attention from me, since she usually leaves her window wide open while playing with herself so I can get a good view. I’ve wanted to fuck her since 10th grade and man, today will be the day.
It wasn’t unusual for me to walk into her house. Her parents knew me and loved me, and they didn’t care. I sprayed on the cologne she loved and rushed next door to the house. I walked in, looked around for her parents, and found that no one except her was home. I smirked at the thought. I climbed up the stairs silently, trying to surprise her. I opened the door to her room and peeked in slightly. She was still fingering that tight pussy. She pulled out a thick, pink dildo with bumps on it to please her pussy. I watched her stick it slowly inside of her while she stuck a finger in her ass. I slightly opened the door even more and she looked at me. Surprisingly, she wasn’t scared or in shock. She gladly invited me in to watch her.
I sat on her bed while she spread her legs further to get in deeper. She stared at me the whole time with those sexy, green eyes while toying her pussy. “You can help me if you want to…” she finally said. I’ve been waiting for this moment for so long, and that sentence turned me on so much. I smirked at her and grabbed the toy, then pumped it in and out of her pussy. She moaned with every stroke I made with the toy; her finger was playing with her ass and she was sucking on her other fingers, making little slurping noises. I watched as her sucked her fingers, licking up and down then sucking violently on her index finger. I went harder in fucking her pussy with the dildo. She moaned and tilted her head back, still sucking on her index finger. She took her finger out of her ass and sucked it to taste herself. I was now in shock that my best girl friend could turn me on this much. I took the toy out of her pussy and put it down onto the nightstand. I leaned over and kissed her thighs a little, going in closer to her vagina with every kiss. I licked her thighs up and down and I knew I was driving her wild. I went straight for her wet pussy, licking her clit fast. Then, I moved towards her hole, licking from her pussy hole to her clit. I sucked her clit and bit softly on it. I sucked her wet pussy lips, then spread them apart to lick everything inside. I found her sensitive spots and sucked them. She couldn’t keep her legs still. She watched me and sometimes would push my head down onto her pussy so I could lick her harder. I moved down to her hole again, sliding my wet tongue in and licked out all of her pussy juices. I moved my tongue around, then in and out of her pussy to drive her crazy. I could feel her pussy tighten around my tongue, so I kept moved it around. She legs shook as I ate her whole pussy. I stuck my fingers in her pussy and pumped it in and out fast while she came uncontrollably. She smirked at me after she came and pushed me down onto the bed, taking off my shirt quickly then sucking my neck just below my right ear. She moved her hands down my stomach to unzip my pants while kissing my neck. I put my hands behind my head and let her go to work on me.
She took down my pants slightly to reveal my hard cock. Right away she knew what to do. I watched her put her little mouth onto my big cock, then suck the shaft up and down, making it wet with her tongue. Ugh, her tongue felt so good on my dick. She sucked up and down, then stopped to lick just the tip. I grabbed her head and face fucked her, moving my cock into her mouth hard and fast, up and down. I stopped and pulled her hair out of her face so she could suck me off some more. She went down onto my whole cock, deepthroating it, my tip hitting the back of her throat. My moans must have drove her wild because she went harder and faster. She jacked off the part that she didn’t suck in while blowing me, then licked the tip while jacking the rest of my cock. She spit on it and jacked the whole thing off, moving up and down and going over the tip. She squeezed at the tip. “Make love to me.” She said sexily. She layed on her stomach and turned off the bedroom lights.
I spit on her pussy to lube it up some more even though she was soaking wet. I couldn’t believe this was it. I was about to make love to the girl I’m in love with. I stimulated her clit with the tip of my cock a little, then went straight in. I knew she didn’t care if I wore a condom or not because she was on the pill. My bare cock felt so good in her pussy. I started pumping myself into her softly, kneeling over her naked body and fondling with her breasts. I moved myself deep into her pussy, but slowly. She lifted her hips so I could get deeper inside of her. I started pounding her pussy with my giant cock. I felt her pussy juices all over my cock, while her walls tightened up against me. She was tightening her pussy for me and aw man… I was in heaven. I looked her and body up and down while fucking her. Her head was tilted to the side, smiling. Her boobs were bouncing up and down and I could see her breathing hard. I started pumping a little harder and she moaned loudly. I grabbed her and lifted her up onto my cock so she could fuck it. I sat down onto the bed and she rode me slowly, tightening herself around me every so often. I watched her pussy go down onto my cock, then watched her boobs bounce as her body rode and shook. I grabbed her boobs and sucked on one nipple softly, then biting it. I sucked it harder and she pushed my head into it. I knew she loved being rough, so I pumped my cock into her hard and fast. She rose her body up a little so I could go deep, in and out. She kissed my lips hard, smashing into mine then biting my lower lip. “Fuck..me…harder…” she said after every stroke. I grabbed her and stood up, her legs wrapped around my waist. I moved her up and down onto me, then thrusted into her. Her pussy was dripping with juices. My cock was wet and hard, I wanted her more.
She got off of my cock and went down onto her knees, sucking the juices off my cock. My pants were still on and I tried to take them off, but her blowjob distracted me. She looked up at me while licked my cock; one of her hands was on my shaft and her other was playing with my balls. She squeezed my balls then rubbed, and continued to suck my cock. I pulled her off and bent her over the bed. She stuck her ass out and it was perfect height for my cock to penetrate her hard. I bent over to kiss her pussy, then went to work. I grabbed her ass and thrusted myself in, pumping in and out. My cock fit perfectly into her. I put my cock in deep inside of her to hit the back of her vagina, and I grinded against her ass. “More…” she moaned. I grinded harder so my cock moved around and hit her walls. It must have really pleased her because I saw her legs shake a bit. I continued thrusting myself in and out of her tight, wet, young pussy. I spread her ass cheeks to get in deeper, pushing myself so deep in that she came. Her body shook as I fucked her to increase the intensity. Just as she came, I busted inside of her pussy. My cock pulsed as streams of hot cum went into her pussy. She flinched as cum hit the walls of her vag.
I grabbed a wet towel from her bathroom and cleaned up the cum in her vagina. Her bedroom was now a mess, and the air smelled like sex. She moaned as I shoved the towel inside to get the cum, then rubbed the towel around to clean up her juices. I kissed her clit after it was all cleaned up, then moved next to her to cuddle with her. I put my arm around her and she layed her head on my bare chest.
“You know, I’m actually really in love with you.” I admitted to her, scared of her reaction. “Fuck me more like that and we’ll see how our relationship goes.” She smiled and kissed my cheek.

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Reluctant Shower

Loosely based on a story I wrote for a friend. The original scene had very little action due to the fact that the story was not supposed to be erotic, let alone pornographic. However, I thought I’d bring the two characters together for another shower scene, and set their eroticism free.

Paradise Mum

I DID NOT RIGHT THIS STORY!!! I TAKE NO CREDIT IT FOR WRITING IT UNLIKE SOME MORONS DO WHEN THEY DONT WRITE THE STORIES.

Caroline and the Hot Tub

Here’s my latest story for you all! Also, please read my previous story (Mandy) as it got lost in the well documented website maintenance issue cave of despair…please resurrect! I thank you in advance. Carry on…

Gabrielle Transformed

“You are up shit creek, David. And I don’t mean without a paddle. I mean without a canoe.”
Mike had been David’s accountant for years and was extremely concerned for his friend. As they studied the numbers from David’s car audio business, all the trends were down.
“Its the fucking Internet. All these low margin fly-by-nighters. And new cars come out with such good hi-fi systems that the owners don’t need to upgrade them.”
Mike looked at his friend and was even more worried. The David he had known two years ago wouldn’t have complained about his problems, he would have done something about them. David’s appearance also concerned him. He had put on a lot of weight, his clothes were old and increasingly disheveled. Mike knew that David lived by himself in a rundown room above his car audio business. He had stopped inviting David for meals after his wife complained that he was half drunk when he arrived.
“David, we’ve got to get your sales on the up. I know a marketing consultant who would do a great job.”
“Mike, you know I can’t afford the fees those people will hit me for.”
Mike nodded. “There is an alternative. The graduate students in marketing have to put in six months practical experience part-time. I know the college is looking for positions for students right now.”
David and Mike interviewed three applicants. The first was a confident young man who took one look around David’s premises and said that he was looking for a position with a multi-national. The second was another young man who sent and received text messages throughout the interview.
The third was Gabrielle. After the first two interviews David wasn’t confident. Gabrielle was tall with orange-red hair tied in a tight unflattering bun. She had a gaunt look.
She was thin and gawky, had prominent cheekbones and large green eyes which were accentuated by her white skin. She wore an ankle length loose dress. It seemed to David that she was all skin and bones with no figure at all.
Gabrielle was extremely nervous and didn’t smile during the interview. Her lips were tight and narrow. At times she looked almost haunted. She spoke in a very measured, restrained way.
“It’ll have to be Gabrielle,” said Mike afterwards. “She likes music, she’s bright and is recommended by her professor.”
“Mike, she’s so nervous she can hardly talk. And what the hell can a kid like that teach me about this business?”
Mike was fed-up with David’s negativity.
“Someone’s going to have to teach you about this business. And Gabrielle is the only one you can afford.”
Mike’s irritation was aroused. “And lay off the booze David. It’s fucking killing you.”
David didn’t know what a marketing student would do, but gave her a desk and computer in his office. Each had politely said good morning to each other and David had shown Gabrielle his very basic facilities. Gabrielle wore a another long, loose skirt and a shapeless jersey.. He did notice two slim ankles.
Gabrielle settled down to work at her computer. Her golden-red hair was drawn into an untidy bun so tightly that her hair seemed more like a skull cap.
She asked David about his computer file structures. He started to go into a detailed description but quickly she interrupted.
“I can see how it works,” she said and turned her back to him.
He noticed how she tried to avoid looking him in the face.
David was busy tidying his showroom. When Gabrielle arrived he had been embarrassed at how untidy everything was. When he returned to the office, Gabrielle was gone..
“What the hell has she done for all that money I’ll be paying her?” wondered David.
Later in the afternoon Gabrielle’s professor came to David’s workshop.
“I just wanted to talk a bit about Gabrielle.
“Gabrielle is one of the best students I have taught for years. She will be a great asset for your business.
“But David,” the professor looked at him sadly. “Gabrielle is a troubled young lady. It’s none of my business, nor any of yours, to know what has happened to her. Just please understand that she is very fragile.”
“Holy hell,” thought David. “Two emotional cripples in the same place. And it has to be my place.”
GABRIELLE’S STORY
Gabrielle couldn’t remember her father. He had left the marriage when she was two and had soon remarried and moved to the other side of the country. Her mother was a withdrawn woman, who always seemed to feel she was suffering life’s worst misfortunes and blamed other people for it, usually Gabrielle.
She had a constantly harassed expression which made Gabrielle feel guilty, as though her mother’s unhappiness was her fault. Her mother reinforced this, often moaning at her, saying that Gabrielle should do more to help, how she should understand how difficult her life was.
Gabrielle had a lonely childhood. Her mother’s miserable demeanour meant that other children didn’t like to come to her house. Whenever Gabrielle said she wanted to visit friends, her mother said she didn’t approve.
When Gabrielle was 12 her mother gave her some very explicit sex advice.
She showed Gabrielle a life sized picture of an erect penis.
“This what every man will want to stick inside you Gabrielle. However nice you might think he is, whatever he says, rest assured. All he wants to you is stick his disgusting thing inside you. Then dump you when he’s had his way. Just like your father did to me.”
Gabrielle was horrified by the picture. The vein covered lump of flesh revolted her.
She agreed willingly to her mother’s demands that she did not go out with boys, let alone be touched by one.
But in her last year at school a change occurred. Gabrielle’s girl friends were interested in boys. When Gabrielle met them in a group at cafes she enjoyed the company. She started to mistrust her mother. These boys were so nice, good fun and polite. She went to the movies with a group, telling her mother it was just with girls.
Her best friend was Maxie a a vivacious girl who always wore shorter skirts than the others. Maxie was in a steady relationship with Bob and Gabrielle felt envious when she saw them holding hands.
She was surprised when Maxie told her how she had been on holiday with with Bob’s family, how she and Bob shared a bedroom with Bob’s parents’ encouragement and how Bob had “done his best to fuck my ass off for two weeks.”
“Gay, it was so great,” breathed Maxie. “I had orgasms every day.”
“Didn’t Bob’s parents mind?”
“God no. From the groans coming from their bedroom his mother must have come as many times as I did.”
Gabrielle pondered. It all seemed so different to what her mother had told her. And Bob’s parents had encouraged it.
“Gay, we’ve got to get you a boyfriend. You know Brad thinks you are really hot, don’t you?”
Brad was in the school football team and drop-dead goodlooking. He was always talking and laughing at the cafe and all the girls seemed to like him.
“Really?” said Gabrielle.
“He does, he’s crazy about you. Let’s go to the movies on Saturday, just the four of us.”
Gabrielle had a moment’s indecision. But all her girlfriends had boyfriends. And most had said how they wished they could go out with Brad.
“Gay, just unwind. Forget all what your frigid mother has told you. Get a life.”
Maxie had found Gabrielle’s weak spot. Her mother. All her life her mother had stopped her from having fun. She agreed.
“Now don’t give it to him on the first night. We don’t want it to get around that you are an easy lay.”
Gabrielle was shocked. Surely she wasn’t expected to have sex.
It was a good movie and all four enjoyed it. Brad was good company and Gabrielle didn’t mind when he held her hand. Afterwards, he dropped her home. He kissed her in the car outside and Gabrielle panicked. All her mother’s words came back.
She remained motionless as Brad kissed and put his hand on her breast. But before she could react Brad stopped.
“It’s been great Gay. Let’s do it again.”
“Maxie, he put his hand on my tits!” exclaimed Gabrielle the next day.
“Lucky you. Half the girls in our class would do anything for Brad to touch their tits and everywhere else. What’s the matter Gay, you two seemed to get along just fine?”
“He’s nice. But I’m scared about the sex.”
Maxie put her hands on Gabrielle’s shoulders and looked her steadily in the eye.
“Gay, all your life your mother has repressed you. You haven’t enjoyed life at all. Do your own thing. Sex is so great. Just do it. Give your cherry to the best looking guy in the football team.”
After the movie Brad drove to a deserted park. He kissed her. Again, Gabrielle didn’t relax, but she didn’t resist.
Brad leaned over and kissed her some more and his hand moved to her breasts. Gabrielle felt a mixture of fear and resolution. She must break away from her mother.
Nervously she passed Brad some condoms.
Brad couldn’t believe his luck. He had noticed how she hadn’t responded and thought that night would result in him jacking off when he got home.
Gabrielle lost her virginity in the back seat. She still didn’t respond but let Brad do whatever he wanted. Brad was puzzled but as Gabrielle didn’t seem to mind when he took off her panties he rolled on the condom.
It was painful for Gabrielle. She wasn’t lubricating and the condom was harsh against her vagina, she had cramp from the awkward position. And when her hymen was broken she gave a gasp of pain. Brad mistook this for passion and pounded away until he came in half a minute.
“Of course it hurts a bit the first time,” explained Maxie.
But the next two times were no better. All her mother’s talks about men were in Gabrielle’s mind as Brad thrust painfully into her non-lubricating vagina. He didn’t bother about foreplay as Gabrielle didn’t seem interested.
After the third time he didn’t call for a week. Gabrielle plucked up all her courage and called him.
“Gay, it’s been great but it’s time to move on.”
“But I’ve given you all you wanted.”
“Honey, you’re frigid.”
It was even worse when she next went to the cafe and saw Brad holding hands with another girl. Gabrielle felt everyone was staring at her. She never went to the cafe again and always went straight home for the rest of her school days. Her confidence was shattered. She knew that boys were saying she was an easy lay.
Her first year at college continued her lonely life. Her mother praised her for not going out with boys but continuously criticized her for just about everything else. Gabrielle concentrated on her studies and became an A student.
At the start of her second year Gabrielle met Jamie. In many ways he was similar to her. Shy, a bookworm and with few friends. They met at the college library and spent most evenings studying at the same table and not saying much. Sometimes they went to the student cafe together and talked.
After a month Jamie tried to hold Gabrielle’s hand and she didn’t mind. After another two weeks he kissed her on the lips when he dropped her home. Gabrielle found his softness nicer than Brad’s. It seemed quite pleasant but she wasn’t really excited. She didn’t really like or dislike Jamie, he was just some company for her.
Two weeks later Jamie progressed to stroking her blouse over her breasts. Afterwards she reflected that it did feel quite nice. Her problem was that she didn’t feel that Jamie was the right boy to do it with. But loneliness and curiosity kept her with him.
“Above the waist only,” she resolved. The twin memories of her mother’s picture of a penis and the pain from Brad were firmly fixed in her mind.
At Jamie’s flat next time he was surprised and pleased when Gabrielle let him put his hand inside her top and undo her bra. Gabrielle felt his inexpert hands on her nipples and wondered what the big deal was. So she relaxed and felt her body enjoy it more and returned Jamie’s kisses.
His hand moved to the top of her jeans but she immediately put her hand on top.
“No please Jamie, not there.” She pushed his hand back to her breast.
“Whatever you say Gay.”
They returned to kissing and fondling.
Later Gabrielle thought some more.
“It was really quite nice. What a pity it’s with Jamie. He’s OK to study with but he is so boring. Still, at least he stopped when I asked him to.” But she decided that was the finish with Jamie.
But Jamie told her that they had been invited to a party being held by a member of his basketball team. Gabrielle relented. She could see how important it was for him and he hadn’t done anything wrong. And it would be nice to mix with other people a bit more.
The front room was filled with young people all having fun. Both Jamie and Gabrielle felt a bit intimidated at first, but Jamie’s teammates were pleased to see him come and made an effort to help them feel at home. Some of their girlfriends came to talk to Gabrielle and she started to enjoy herself. Someone passed her an orange drink. It was nice but seemed to have a slightly different taste.
“That’s vodka you can taste,” said a girl who saw her looking at the glass.
Apart from an occasional glass of wine with her mother she had never drunk alcohol before. She hesitated then sipped some more.
“It’s quite nice and everyone else seems to be drinking. One glass won’t hurt,” she thought.
She enjoyed herself more and more with her new friends. Jamie was more relaxed and confident than she had seen him and was laughing a lot with his friends. When he came to talk to her she found herself liking him more..
“Another vodka and orange, Gay?”
She held out her empty glass without thinking.
The music was turned up louder and the laughter and voices became louder. Gabrielle and Jamie started dancing. The room was crowded and they danced close together and their bodies sometimes touched. Gabrielle was carried away by the atmosphere and the next time their bodies touched she spontaneously put her arms around him and kissed him. Jamie’s arms came around her waist and pulled her hips into his.
Gabrielle’s glass was filled again but she started to feel giddy. She clung to Jamie for support. She giggled into his ear.
“Jamie, I think I’ve drunk too much, I’m feeling dizzy.”
“You had better lie down for a bit.”
They left the main room and walked down a hall. Jamie guided Gabrielle into a bedroom. Gratefully Gabrielle collapsed onto the bed. Jamie closed the door and joined her on the bed. When he put his arms around her she returned his hug and kissed him without hesitation. The vodka she had drunk had taken away her inhibitions and she helped Jamie take off her tank top and bra. Now his touch seemed so much more exciting and when he pushed his hips into hers Gabrielle thrust in return and kissed him more urgently.
Jamie’s hand moved to her buttocks and squeezed. Gabrielle pushed her hips in harder and Jamie’s hand moved down then came up her skirt and inside her panties and squeezed her ass again. Gabrielle’s mind was hazy but she felt a thrill with his hand on her skin. Without thinking she lifted her bum to help him remove her knickers. She held him tighter and kissed him more.
Gabrielle felt Jamie wriggle but in her drunken state wasn’t aware of what was happening.
Until she looked down. There was his erect penis.
Exactly like her mother’s picture. Huge, vein covered and with a purple knob. It was revolting. Memories of what happened with Brad flooded into her mind.
“No Jamie, I don’t want to.”
But the sight of Gabrielle’s naked breasts and pussy, the long arousal and his own heavy drinking were too much for Jamie. He pushed himself forward.
“No, Jamie, please no.”
Jamie’s face contorted in anger. He couldn’t take being denied what he had worked for so long. He tried to push Gabrielle’s legs apart.
Gabrielle made one last effort.
“No Jamie. I can’t. I truly can’t. Please no. Please, please please no”
She held her legs together.
Jamie’s slap on her cheek hit her like a thunderbolt. First the pain, then the humiliation that a man would do this to her. The fight went out of Gabrielle. She didn’t resist when Jamie forced himself between her legs. She gave an ugly grunt as his cock thrust into her.
She lay totally immobile as Jamie pounded into her body. She closed her eyes and remembered her mother’s advice.
“Just lie back and wait until he has finished.”
Gabrielle was vaguely aware of Jamie’s grunt and shudder. She lay on the bed, tears trickling from her eyes.
Jamie felt a mixture of triumph and guilt as he looked down at her. He solved his guilt by blaming her.
“Do you know your problem is Gabrielle? Your problem is that you are frigid.”
He pulled up his trousers and left the room. Gabrielle lay on the bed and sobbed for ten minutes, then she dressed. She walked home, tears streaming down her cheeks. Tears from the pain, tears from the humiliation. But most of all, tears from her loneliness.
Six weeks later Gabrielle discovered that she was pregnant. The only person she could turn to was her mother who quickly organized an abortion.
“You little whore, you got exactly what you deserved,” said her mother after she had forced Gabrielle to tell her everything. “And don’t bother going to the police. You stripped like a whore looking for a buck for a fix. The cops won’t bother about a whore.”
Gabrielle couldn’t stand her mother’s incessant and strident abuse. She rented a room from an aged widow who was deaf. They couldn’t talk which suited Gabrielle perfectly. Apart from her studies she lived the life of a recluse.
A year later Gabrielle came to David’s office.
DAVID’S STORY
David’s first two years of marriage to Lucy were bliss. They were hopelessly in love and their sex was uninhibited and frequent. The change was gradual. Lucy was a property lawyer, extremely successful and motivated. She was soon offered a partnership and developed a wealthy client base and her income grew rapidly.
David had 40% ownership of a car audio business. His partner died suddenly and he realized he had to buy out the other 60%. He was already in debt from the 40% and could only get finance on expensive terms.
He and Lucy had an agreement that they shared joint expenses but each kept the rest of their income for themselves. They had bought a rundown old house in a top suburb and much of David’s spare time and spare cash went into it. After their daughter was born Lucy decided to hire a full-time nanny so that she could return to work. Her career and income continued to flourish. Interest rates went up and that together with the house and nanny costs put David into a cash bind.
When their daughter went to school Lucy insisted on an expensive private establishment. Her tastes had changed. She now only drank expensive wines and chose upmarket restaurants. Instead of camping at local beaches for their holidays, she her taste now turned to international resorts.
Her clients were high-flying property developers and banks. Her beauty and her sharp legal brain made her sought after. They started to have quarrels about money. Lucy often worked late and became “too tired” for sex.
After eight years she had her first affair when she was away at a legal conference. It was an exciting fling but on the flight back she was filled with guilt. She didn’t tell David but made a real effort for the marriage.
But the difficulties didn’t go away. David found Lucy’s new high-flying acquaintances boring. Lucy felt she had “outgrown” their friends from early days. She bought a new BMW and David kept his 6 year old Toyota. She devoted herself even more to her career and frequently travelled out of town on business.
Her next affair lasted longer. It was easy to say she was on a business trip when when she was staying with her new lover. David spent lonely evenings and after their daughter had gone to bed, started to develop a relationship with the whisky bottle. He learned of Lucy’s affair when a friend had told him he had seen her in town when she had told him she was at a conference in the tropics.
Lucy cried and promised she only loved David. He still adored her and unwisely stayed. But their sex was never the same. Everytime they made love and Lucy said how much she loved his cock, David wondered if she had said the same to the other man. Lucy was racked by guilt, but also in her heart didn’t find the sex nearly as exciting as on her illicit flings. Her time away from home resumed and so did David’s affair with the bottle.
His business started to go downhill. Unwisely he borrowed more money at even more expensive rates. His monthly repayments were crippling and he told Lucy he couldn’t afford more money on the house or to go overseas on holiday.
Lucy made a conscious decision. She stayed with David because he was a good father for their daughter. But she spent more time at work and having affairs. David was suspicious He tried phoning her at a conference she said she was going to. She hadn’t even registered.
He packed his belongings and moved into a dingy room above his car audio business. He was heartbroken and lonely. His only friend was the bottle. He put on weight, took less care about his appearance and less care about his business. Any doctor would have diagnosed him as depressed, but he didn’t go to a doctor.
BACK TO THE PRESENT
Gabrielle arrived on time for work each day. She wore different clothes but each with the same theme of concealing all her body from her throat to her wrists and to her ankles. As the days progressed she continued to avoid David’s attempts to be friendly.
They spoke very little as Gabrielle spent most of her time on her computer or studying records. She did ask David some questions and he noticed that when talked about business she became quite confident. But when David attempted some social chat, asking her about college life, the nervousness returned, she couldn’t look him in the eye and would turn away to her computer.
David became impressed with the intelligence of her questions and how quickly she had understood the technicalities of his business. After a week felt he should try to see how she was progressing.
“Can you you show me where you’ve got to so far please Gabrielle.”
“The report will be ready next week.” She frowned at him and turned her back as she returned to her computer.
David was starting to feel irritated by her lack of social graces. Did he need someone who was costing him this money and couldn’t make an effort to be polite?
“This report had better be good or I’ll sack the kid,” he thought.
In the evening he pondered. For some reason he felt confident and optimistic for the first time in years. He went to the fridge and got a bottle of wine. Then he hesitated when he took the first sip and poured it down the sink.He walked to his mirror, took off his shirt and studied himself. His fat paunch and bloated face.
“10 kilos overweight. You fat slob.”
He went for a two hour walk.
The next week Gabrielle handed him a thick folder. David sighed inwardly.
“Surely this kid doesn’t expect me to wade through all this theoretical clap-trap.”
He looked at the cover for a moment then turned to some other work.
“Thank you Gabrielle, I’ll look at this when I can find the time.”
Then he looked at her face and felt guilty. She was so nervous, seeming to be pleading for some recognition.
“You really have worked hard to produce all this.” He was rewarded with her first open smile.
As soon as she was gone David picked up the folder to study it. He quickly became engrossed. A lot of her suggestions were plans he had thought of, which she had acknowledged. Why hadn’t he put them into action?
The next morning he asked Gabrielle to sit opposite him at the table away from her computer. He needed to talk and didn’t want her to have her computer to escape to.
“Thanks Gabrielle. It’s a tremendous effort.”
Gabrielle looked painfully embarrassed.
“I’ve sent an email to your professor saying how pleased I am. Here’s a copy.”
Gabrielle read the paper and looked even more embarrassed.
“Now I need to go through some details. Where did you get this figure for website development costs?”
Initially Gabrielle was defensive, thinking that David was criticizing her. But she realized that all he wanted was information and explanations and soon talked freely. She didn’t mind when he pointed out some minor errors.
“I can be so dumb,” she said.
“I don’t think that’s true at all Gabrielle,” said David. He was rewarded with the second smile he had seen from her in a week.
David stood up.
“OK young lady. Let’s do it.” He held out his hand.
Gabrielle shook his hand. “Let’s do it.”
David noticed that although she hadn’t minded shaking his hand initially she seemed to recoil after a second.
In her bedroom that night Gabrielle thought things over. Her first impressions of working for David was that the place was an untidy dump and that he was overweight. When she saw his shaking hands and bloodshot eyes each morning she realized he had a drink problem. She had thought of leaving but there was no other assignment for her.
However the more she worked, the more she appreciated him. He was always polite, had an engaging sense of humor and she has never felt threatened physically. As she went through his records she had seen that this had been a good business but had run down. She read David’s plans and saw a bright business mind.
“What’s caused all this change? Why didn’t he do the things he had planned? Must be the booze.”
She never considered him in a sexual way. He was 20 years older and fat. But she had enjoyed his praise for her report. After a lifetime of her mother finding fault she wasn’t used to this.
That handshake? Was he trying something on? Of course not, it was just a business agreement.
The first stage of Gabrielle’s plan was to auction David’s old inventory on the internet. David saw the logic; this stuff had been hanging around, unsold, for years. But he doubted they would even get a bid.
The next stage was to target the youth market. The young men who had old cars and wasted a fortune doing them up. David had an audio room designed for up-market customers with a leather couch and polished wood furniture.
David and Gabrielle drew up plans for an empty stock room to convert it to an audio room for the boyracers. He worked hard on it in the evenings without his drinking to distract him. He also found that without being hung over in the mornings he was able to clear up his admin work in a couple of hours. Not the six hours it usually took.
Their conversation when they were discussing business was relaxed and open. However David noticed that whenever he asked Gabrielle anything about her life away from work, that haunted expression returned and the conversation stopped.
“You’re going to need another salesman once the advertising kicks int?” said Gabrielle..
“You’re looking at him. This may surprise you young lady, but I was a hot-shot salesman in my youth.”
“But that was so long ago.” Gabrielle giggled at her joke and then was horrified she had been rude. David looked at her, started to smile then roared with laughter.
That afternoon Gabrielle watched through the two way mirror. David returned waving a credit card receipt.
“Maybe not too long ago. The old three card play, it never fails. Show him some gear in his price range. Then demonstrate one costing three times as much. Even someone stone deaf can tell the difference. While he’s in sticker shock, offer a mid-priced compromise. Never fails.”
He smiled at his own cleverness and Gabrielle enjoyed seeing his boyish enthusiasm. Then her frown returned.
“Your clothes let you down.”
David looked at her in her usual shapeless neck to ankle clothes, but restrained himself from commenting about her clothes. But she was right. His old clothes were hanging loosely with all the weight he had lost.
“One more week when I’ve lost the rest of that weight,” he said to himself.
Later in the afternoon Gabrielle bent over to pick a folder from a low shelf. David was surpised when the shape of a small, but nicely rounded backside showed through her all covering dress. Gabrielle hadn’t seen his stare and by the time she stood up he was studying his computer screen.
As she drove home Gabrielle reflected. She squirmed with embarrassment when she remembered laughing about his age and talking about his clothes. But he hadn’t minded, he had laughed. She also thought how he had changed. Lost a lot of weight, no more trembling hands, bloodshot eyes or bags under the eyes. He looked a lot younger, especially when his face was enthusiastic.
“This is just my assignment. He’s far too old. And no man will ever want a woman whose frigid. And been raped.” A shiver ran up her spine as she remembered Brad and Jamie and her abortion
“She really is very beautiful when she smiles,” thought David as he went for his evening walk. “I wonder what happened to her to make so scared most of the time. It really is so good to have her around and already the business is looking up.
“Hell, that was a nice ass,” he recalled the shape. “Don’t be stupid. You’re far too old and fat.”
The next two days brought back all Gabrielle’s old reserves. She didn’t laugh, she avoided David’s eyes and was almost rude the way she quickly finished conversations. But on the third morning she turned on her computer as soon as she arrived. Their first auctions of the old inventory had closed the previous night. David had forgotten.
“David come and look here,” her voice was excited.
David leaned over her shoulder peering at the screen. The prices were far better than he had expected.
“Gabrielle, you are so, so smart.”
She turned to look at him. “No I’m not, anyone could have done it.”
He frowned at her. “Listen here. I’m the boss and when I say you are smart, that means you are smart. Understand? Or do you want me to spell it out?” He gently tapped her on the shoulder.
Their faces were only six inches apart. Gabrielle was looking up at him, her face glowing with excitement from the sale and David’s praise.
She saluted. “Yes Boss.”
They both burst out laughing, then stopped and looked at each other for a moment. David saw her haunted look and went back to his desk.
David cursed himself. “For fuck’s sake don’t touch her. Remember what her prof told you.”
Again their conversation became limited and purely business and David made sure they were always a meter apart at least.
A week later David was happy with the weight he had lost. And with the cash saved from Jeff and the auction proceeds he decided to go shopping.
Gabrielle took a moment to recognise him. The well fitting and fashionable clothes showed his slim figure and his new, shorter, tufted hairstyle seemed to make him look younger again.
“That looks better,” she frowned outwardly, but thought how attractive he looked.
When David got to his desk he sorted through the paper work. He found a high priced sales invoice.
“This looks strange. That isn’t Mal’s signature on this. Did one of the workshop staff make a sale?”
“No,” said Gabrielle.
David looked closely and worked out the first three letters of the salesperson’s signatute. “Gab . .”
“Did you do this?”
“Yes. Mal was busy. I hope you don’t mind.”
“Mind? Of course not. That’s the best sale we’ve had all week. How did you do it?”
Gabrielle couldn’t retrain her smile of pleasure.
“Well, I listened to what my instructor told me. He says he used to be a hotshot salesman. In his youth.”
David laughed. “I must have a guardian angel who brought you here, Gabby.”
The “Gabby” just slipped out. She didn’t react, but inwardly she liked the sign of affection.
That brought down one of the barriers. Never again did Gabrielle retreat into her haunted look. They never touched, but often laughed when they spoke. The “Gabby” stayed and each she heard it Gabrielle felt a glow.
The next week Gabrielle had to go back to college for a full time course and for her professor to review her work. He was extremely impressed.
“You’ve done well, Gabrielle.”
“I’ve learned so much from David.”
He professor looked at her. She had changed so much, seemed far more confident and often had a radiant smile.
That evening he visited David. He was surprised at the transformation in him also.
“I just came to say thanks David. Gabrielle’s work is Honors grade and she’s the most confident I’ve ever seen her.”
“She’s worked wonders for me already.”
The professor looked at him closely. There was a clause in the agreement with the college which prohibited relations between employers and students. He thought about reminding David of the clause.
“Why? They won’t admit it if they are. And if they are, it isn’t hurting her.”
During the week Gabrielle was away David closed his business. He and his staff worked hard renovating the showroom and finishing the new audio room.
During her week away Gabrielle spent many lonely and anguished hours in her bedroom. She missed the vibrant atmosphere at work, she missed the challenge and stimulation of her marketing plans. And she missed David. Sometimes at work she had strong urges for him to hug her. She felt them even more now.
But each time her memories of her mother’s words, of Brad and Jamie and being frigid overwhelmed her and brought her to tears.
David and his staff worked long hours. They had to keep to a timetable as Gabrielle had placed advertisements for the grand reopening. He often thought of her, her smile and laughter, the conversations they had. And frequently his mind dwelt on the shape of her backside when she had bent over.
“For fuck’s sake! She’s out of bounds. Absolutely,” he lectured himself.
Gabrielle was excited when she returned. She wanted to see how the renovations looked, how the new audio room worked. And David.
Both deliberately didn’t smile when they first saw each other, but soon Gabrielle was “Ooohing” and “Aaahing” in appreciation. The show room was painted all in black with big posters of pop stars and classical composers picked out by spotlights. Display cabinets were also spotlighted. David had upgraded the sound system and beautiful music wafted through.
Gabrielle stood in the middle, transfixed by the atmosphere. “David, it’s a wonderland. Far better than I imagined. You have done so well.”
“We just followed your plans,” David replied.
They went into the boyracer audio room. Two black leather high sided bucket seats, a large screen showing a Mon Def concert with the sound system blasting out. Gabrielle’s eyes glowed with excitement.
“Let’s sit here,” she pointed to the bucket seats. Without thinking she took David’s hand. They separated when they each reclined in their seats. Gabrielle lay back and immersed herself in the atmosphere. David glanced across at her profile and thought how beautiful she was.
They went to the office where there was an email from Mal’s wife. He had been in an accident and was in hospital being operated on for a broken arm.
“Bloody hell,” exclaimed David. “I need him for the grand opening. I’d better get a casual in. Though they are always hopeless.”
“There is an alternative,” said Gabrielle.
David caught her meaning.
“Are you sure Gabby? All day selling is tough.”
“I’ve got a good tutor. He says he was a hot-shot salesman in his youth. Many years ago.”
“Why not,” thought David. “She’ll be better than a casual and I can train her over the next two days.”
He pulled out some high value banknotes. “Here’s your clothing allowance and commission on that sale.”
He paused and frowned. “Your clothes let you down Gabby.”
As soon as he sid it he regretted it. How would she react?
Gabrielle initially recoiled, then giggled, poked out her tongue. “Yes boss.”
She spent that evening studying fashion magazines and the next two evenings shopping.
She was a willing and fast learning student. She quickly picked up a grasp of the audio techicalities and even more quickly picked up David’s sales techniques. She still came to work in her baggy, all covering clothes.
David arrived early on the day of the opening, checking that all the gear was working and doing last minute tidying up. The music was loud and he didn’t hear the door opening and didn’t hear Gabrielle coming up behind him.
“Boo!”
David turned and his mouth dropped open in amazement.
Gabrielle’s hair was at last released from the tight bun and flowed in orange-gold curls to her shoulders. For the first time she had some lipstick and a little make-up highlighting her cheek bones. She was wearing along sleeved green satin blouse, but in contrast to her baggy tops this was figure hugging. Her waist was tiny, her breasts weren’t large “A-B” David guessed but they stood out proudly and firmly from her slim body.
Her dark blue skirt came to two inches above her knee showing slim and shapely calves. The skirt was a fine material which seemed to cling to her thighs showing them to be a perfect match for her thighs.
David had known many beautiful women when he was younger, but none like Gabrielle. It was if she had been transformed into a Vogue model. An innocent beauty with an undertone of eroticism.
Gabrielle started to worry at his silence. “The blouse isn’t too tight is it?”
“The blouse is absolutely perfect, just like all of you. Gabby, forget marketing and selling. You could be a fashion model. You are exquisitely beautiful,” he whispered hoarsely.
She smiled with pleasure, then became embarrassed so she frowned and looked around the immaculate showroom
“Why haven’t you tidied up? This room is like pig sty.” She repolished a chrome fitting which David had already polished to perfection. With her back turned she smiled as she remembered his words.
Her advertising worked well. A steady stream of boyracers arrived and all looked around in astonishment when they saw the showroom. A pattern quickly developed. David served the boyracers who had brought their girlfriends. The others were more than happy to be looked after by Gabrielle.
She was able to quickly work out who had any money and then they seemed to have no escape. Gabrielle’s sales were far more than David’s. During a quiet time he took a coffee break and watched through the two way mirror as she worked her magic in the audio room.
She asked her customer what music they liked and agreed enthusiastically with the choice as she put it on. Then she lay back in a bucket seat which was fully reclined. The boy couldn’t take his eyes of her as she laid back, eyes closed, seemingly carried away by the music.
When it was finished she enquired, “Which one will your girlfriend like?”
“I dunno,” stumbled the youth.
With her eyes wide open in innocence Gabrielle whispered, “I think any girl will go for a guy with this system in his wheels.” Pointing to the most expensive. Sale.
They didn’t have the opportunity to talk much during the day. Finally David closed the doors as the last customer left. Gabrielle studied the computer to see the day’s sales results.
“Look David, we did almost twice as much as we targeted.”
“And I know why, you were brilliant Gabrielle. I watched you once and almost felt sorry for your customer.”
They laughed together.
“Can I have some wine please?”
David poured her a glass and a lime and soda for himself. She noticed but said nothing as they went into the executive audio room. David put on some relaxing music and sat on the sofa beside her, but not touching. They sipped their drinks and listened and relaxed in silence. Both were tired after the big day.
David glanced across at Gabrielle. He was still as in awe of her appearance as when she had first walked in that morning. He thought about why she had always used to dress in a way which covered her completely. He couldn’t work out why.
Gabrielle had noticed his glance but hadn’t reacted. She worked out what he must be thinking. She thought what a perfect day. The selling was exciting, working with David was exciting and it was lovely just sitting here with him now. Then her old fears resurfaced. Her fears of how other men had treated her. She panicked about being frigid. She really wanted to be cuddled in David’s arms. She was aware of feelings she never had felt towards Brad and Jamie. But she was afraid of what he would think if he thought she was frigid.
Tears came to her eyes which David noticed.
“What’s the matter Gabby? I was sure you were enjoying yourself.” He reached out and stroked the tears on her cheek. She said nothing and continued to sob. David took a risk and put his arm around her shoulder. He almost withdrew when he felt her recoil, but then she cuddled in and rested her head on his neck. They listened in silence but her tears still flowed.
David guided her so that she sat on his knees and again she snuggled her head into his neck. He put one arm around her shoulder, the other around her waist. Gradually she relaxed. She became totally confident that David would never be like Brad and Jamie.
“I’m sorry. I don’t know how you can put up with someone like me.”
“That’s easy. Keep selling like you did today and I’ll put up with anything.”
Gabrielle picked the joke and giggled. Feeling better she started talking about the day, still with her head against his neck. David kept his arm around her waist, but stroked her hair with his other hand.
Gabrielle became more relaxed and put her arm around his shoulder.
“Do you really like these clothes?”
“They are fabulous. And they suit you perfectly.”
“I’ve never worn anything like this before.”
“Always wear them when you’re selling to boyracers.”
She giggled and snuggled in closer. David became very aware of her right breast touching his side.
He sipped his lime and soda.
“Don’t you ever drink alcohol?”
“Not now.”
“For how long?”
“About a month.”
She thought for a moment. “That’s about when I started here.”
He nodded. “Strange. If anything you’re the sort of person who would drive a man to drink.”
She giggled again and tightened her arm around him. Her perfect breast pushed in more.
“Did you stop because of me? Why would you do that? You hardly knew me.”
David glanced down and saw that her skirt had ridden two thirds of the way up her thigh. A long, pale skinned and slim feminine perfection. Gabrielle noticed his glance and stiffened. Her first impulse was to lower her skirt, but she resisted. She stroked his cheek.
“Why did you stop drinking at that time.”
David sighed. “It’s a long and not very glorious story.”
“Tell me please.”
David looked into her face. “Only if you kiss me first.” He saw her fear then saw her relax. She pecked his lips.
David told the story of how his marriage had collapsed, of his financial pressures, of his loneliness and depression. How the booze had taken over.
“I was in a deadly spiral. The more I drank, the more depressed I became and the more the business went downhill. So the more I drank and on it went. I’m not proud of myself.”
Gabrielle thought for some time.
“Well, you’re not drinking now. And your business is coming right isn’t it?”
David held her tighter and Gabrielle pecked his lips again.
“And you don’t seem very depressed right now.”
“Not with you kissing me.”
He bent over and she lifted her face. This was a longer kiss. He felt her relax, then stiffen, then relax again. He knew she was battling something and pulled back.
“I think you should be very proud of yourself, pulling everything together.”
“With more than a little help from my friend.”
Gabrielle was becoming more relaxed and happy. The longer she was in David’s arms the more comfortable she became. She had total confidence that whatever happened he wouldn’t force her to do anything she didn’t want. She noticed him glancing at her bare thigh again. Again she resisted the urge to pull down her skirt. Then she had a strange feeling of enjoying him looking at her like that.
“My legs are so skinny aren’t they?”
“No they’re not. They’re perfect.”
“They’re skinny.”
“Gabby. I’m the boss. I decide whether legs are skinny or perfect. Yours are pefect. Understand? Or do you need me to spell it out?”
“Yes boss,” she saluted and they both laughed.
David instinctively turned her face and she instinctively kissed him. David ran the tip of his tongue across those soft full lips. He felt her flinch, then relax, then tentatively Gabrielle ran her tongue over his lips. He opened his mouth slightly and slowly her tongue explored. David was aware that each time Gabrielle advanced she flinched them seemed to relax.
Softly he sucked her tongue into his mouth and played with it with the tip of his. Suddenly Gabrielle thrust her tongue deeply in. They savoured the moment although David had to fight hard to resist the urge to put a hand on that perfect thigh. But he now understood that she was fighting some demons and he pulled back.
Gabrielle was confused. She was confused about herself. Although she had brief moments of panic, she was loving his touch and kisses. She had never felt like this before. She was confused about David. Why did he stop? Did he know she was frigid?
David was in seventh heaven. He had felt a great relief as he had told his story and his inner feeling for the first time. And that Gabrielle hadn’t been shocked. All the affection he had felt for her over the month had built up and was now reinforced by her lovely kisses, the breast touching him and the semi exposed thigh.
He had a raging rampant hard. He glanced down and saw the tent like shape in his trousers. She followed his glance and saw it also. She stiffened and pulled away from his arms. David saw a look of terror on her face.
Gabrielle stood up and burst into uncontrollable sobs. David was bewildered but stood up and gently put one arm around her shoulders.
“It’s alright Gabby. Don’t cry beautiful lady. I would never hurt you. You know that don’t you?”
After a moment Gabrielle nodded. “If I tell you, you’ll hate me.”
“Gabby, you’ve saved my life. I could never hate you.”
She looked through her tears at his gentle face and knew this was true. David poured her another wine and himself another lime and soda. With a little hestitation she sat on his knee again, but kept apart. She swallowed a big sip of wine, took a deep breat and began.
“This is far worse than your story.”
She talked about her repressed life with her mother, about her sex education and the picture of a penis which still haunted her, how Brad had used her then thrown her away, how Jamie had raped her and about her abortion and how her mother had condemned her as a slut. Tears streamed down her face, she never looked at David, but her voice was steady and matter of fact.
She turned to him.
“So there you are David. Your innocent Gabrielle is a whore, she’s dirty because she’s been raped and she’s frigid.” She burst into tears again. David said nothing but just stroked her hair.
After a while he said “ A whore is someone who takes money to have sex. Did Brad or Jamie pay you?”
She shook her head. So your mother just used it to abuse you for whatever her reasons. You were persuaded to have sex with Brad by Maxie and you had no choice with Jamie.
“I can’t imagine how horrible it was for you to be raped. But that doesn’t make you dirty.’
Gabrielle started to protest. “Yes it does, my mother said . . . “
“Gabby, your mother seems to have said a lot of things to hurt you, but that doesn’t mean she’s right. I don’t think you are dirty, you are the most marvellous, warm giving and tender person.”
“But . . “
“Gabby, I’m the Boss, remember.” That brought a small giggle.
“But I’m frigid.”
“You probably were with Brad and Jamie. How could you be anything else? You didn’t really want to do it with Brad and you were scared with Jamie.”
“So I am frigid.”
“Gabby your not frigid. Calling a girl frigid is just a cop out by men who are lousy lovers. It’s easy to blame the girl.”
“But I know I am. I’m scared of men.”
“Sure you are. But that’s different. I know better. I know from the way you kissed me, from the way your breast was against my chest, from the way you liked me looking at your thigh.”
“I didn’t like that!”
“Maybe, maybe not.”
Gabrielle thought for a moment. Yes it had been exciting when David had looked at her like that. But she didn’t say anything.
David stood up. “Let’s go and see that new Woody Allen movie.”
After five minutes in the movie David put his arm around her shoulder and Gabrielle relaxed into it. She didn’t watch the movie because she felt happy that she had got a monkey part way off her back.
He drove her home in her car and after a brief peck on her lips caught a cab back to his office.
Gabrielle spent a lot of time deciding what to wear the next morning. Her first choice was an old baggy pair of jeans and a large woollen jumper. She put them on, felt comfortable at first but then felt empty. She put on a tighter skirt which came to four inches above her knees and a tank top. She let her hair out and shook her head until her hair was in flowing locks to her shoulders. She studied herself in the mirror. She liked the look of the new Gabrielle, but she was still worried.
“Gabby, you look gorgeous. Come here and be molested,” said David when she came into the office.
She almost ran into his arms and they had an all embracing hug. David felt her breasts against his chest, her tongue enter her mouth and the firm shape as his hands caressed her ass.
“We can’t do this all day. I’ll go broke.” He reluctantly pulled away as he felt his erection rising. Overnight he had worked out that Gabby’s basic problem was that she was scared of cocks. No wonder after her mother and what those two bastards had done to her.
Gabrielle looked up the results of the latest internet auction. “I don’t think you’ll go broke. Look at this.” David came and stood over her shoulder. “Where would I be without you Gabby?”
She thought that was about the nicest thing she had ever heard.
They worked hard during the day. The had to process the paperwork from the grand opening and had to service the customers coming in. David looked down through the two way mirror. If it was a man by himself, Gabrielle went down. If it was couple or a woman David went down.
Gabrielle came up waving a credit card receipt for for the most expensive system David sold.
“This is so easy David, why couldn’t you always do this?”
He looked at the shape of her nipples showing through her tank top and knew the answer.
“Aren’t you pleased? Aren’t you going to molest me?”
For the first time he put his hand on her breast when they kissed. He anticipated her reaction. At first a slight recoil, then enthusiasm. He massaged those fascinating niplles between his thumb and forefinger and felt her thrust her hips into his. Again his hardening cock caused him to pull away and caused Gabrielle to pout.
It was the same after her next sale. Gabrielle stiffened when he touched her thigh on her skirt , then relaxed and sucked his tongue as hard as she could.
After the staff had left they returned to the executive audio room and Gabgrielle poured her wine and his lime and soda. When David put his hand over her breast he was thrilled when he discovered that she had taken off her bra.
He lifted the tank top from her body and her two firm uplifted breast were there for his eyes. Pink aureoles with jutting nipples.
“I’m sorry they’re so small.”
“”I was worried they would be too big. Gabby your boobs are perfect. See an exact handful.”
He bent and licked then sucked the right aureole. After a moment she put her arms around his head and held him there tightly.
His hand drifted up the outside of her thigh. Gabrielle’s clasp around his head jerked tighter then relaxed. Then the inside. Another clasp and relax. David moved his head up and she kissed him urgently. Slowly and patiently and tantalisingly his fingers danced over the silken smooth skin of her inner thigh. Gabrielle didn’t need prompting to part her legs.
But when his hand came to her knickers she put hers on top and pulled back.
“David, I’m scared. I don’t want to have sex.”
“We won’t have sex Gabby. We’ll only do the things you like.” He kissed her nipple.
“I hated it the other times.”
“You’ve liked what we do together?”
Gabrielle nodded. “Liked” wasn’t the word she would have used. “Adored” maybe. She realized she had total confidence in David and was wanting more of his magic. After only a small hesitation she lifted her backside to help him pull down her panties.
His lips returned to her mouth and his hand to her lower thighs which she had closed. But with his gentle pressure she again spread her legs. She felt his fingers drift over the top of her thighs and impulsively spread her legs wider. Then those lovely fingers were combing through her pubic hair.
Now Gabrielle lost all detailed knowledge of what was happening. She was only aware of a glowing sensation building at the front of her pussy. She stopped kissing him and hugged him tightly as her hips started to writhe and the glow became more intense until it seemed to burst.
“Ah . . aaah . . . . aaah . . . . aaaaaaaaaaah.” Her first ever orgasm.
Before she had recovered David’s face was between her legs and his hands were pushing them wider. Gabrielle had a momentary panic that she was dirty down there but then sensations even more intense took over and she lifted her knees, opening all her femininity to him. David’s lips and tongue lapped her clitoris, two fingers slid a little way into her vagina and her massaged her G spot.
Gabrielle’s next orgasm was even stronger than her first and left her quivering and shaking.
David came back up beside her on the sofa and hugged her.
After a few minutes Gabrielle sighed, “I’ve just been to heaven twice, darling Davey.”
She kissed him and noticed the taste of her vaginal juices.
“How could you do that down there on me. Wasn’t it disgusting.”
David laughed. “Gabby your pussy is as beautiful as the rest of you. And it tastes and smells so sexily, arotically and intimately wonderful.”
“Truly?” she was surprised. She kissed his lips again. It did taste quite nice.
She was reclining on the sofa only wearing her short skirt which was bunched up around her waste. She looked and started to push it down. David gently stopped her.
“I want to look at you.” He eased her legs apart again.
Gabrielle felt awkward for a moment. “After what he has just done he can do whatever he likes.”
She looked at him. He was still fully clothed. David noticed her glance at the tent in his trousers. But this time her expression was more of curiosity than fear.
“Can I touch it?”
David guided her hand to her trousers. Tentatively she squeezed his cock through the material.
“It’s very hard.”
“That’s because of you,” he whispered in her ear.
“Is it?” She tentatively explored some more.
“It’s huge. How big is it?”
“About average size I guess. Six or seven inches maybe. I haven’t measured it.”
“Does it have big veins like in my mother’s photo?”
“I suppose it does.”
“And a big knob?”
“I guess.”
Gabrielle started to laugh. “Davey, was that a photo of you that my mother showed me?”
She laughed hysterically at her own joke. So much that she squeezed far too hard.
“Holy fucking hell, that hurt.”
“Oh Davey I’m sorry.” She kissed his lips.
“It’s no good saying sorry to me. Say it to my cock.”
She hesitated, then gently rubbed. “Sorry, cock.” She burst into laughter again.
She continued to giggle as she snuggled into David’s arms and continued to gently stroke his erection.
“Does your cock like that?” She laughed at herself for using the word cock.
“Mmmmm”
David undid his fly. Gabrielle put her hand on his briefs. She could feel his erection in far more detail.
They sat in silence as she explored his shaft and even cupped his balls.
“Davey?”
“Mmmm.”
“Were you a hot-shot lover? In your youth?”
“I don’t know. I guess I didn’t have all that many complaints.”
“You’re quite a hot-shot lover even now.”
Looking earnestly into his eyes she eased her hand under his briefs. She saw him sigh with pleasure as her fingers traced up and down the shaft.
“Does your cock like that?”
“Quite a bit.”
Gabrielle grew in confidence. She had had those marvellous orgasms, she could tell that David adored her body and here she was stroking his cock and not feeling afraid. Even enjoying it as she could see David’s pleasure.
She thought more. Here she was, almost completely naked, her legs apart and with her hands on David’s cock and loving it. She thought back even two days ago and couldn’t imagine how she had changed so fast.
She kissed David passionately.
“Davey, when you were a hot-shot lover, in your youth . . “ She giggled.
“Mmmm?”
“Did you always keep your girls waiting all night before you fucked them?”
David laid her on the Persian carpet and put a cushion under her head. Gabrielle watched as he undressed, saw his erection and felt a little bit afraid. Then she remembered how she had liked stroking it and how gentle David always was.
David pleasured her body with kisses and touches, he sucked her nipples so they came to hard peaks, he tantalized her thighs again and gently explored her sodden vagina. Gabrielle’s delight and anticipation mounted. She was momentarily scared when David knelt between her legs and raised her knees. But as soon as his knob easily slid between her labia all fear was gone and delight filled her body.
David was delicate. He was still worried about Gabrielle’s reaction. Would her terrible past experiences take control? But he as he felt her reactions, he felt confident and thrust more deeply into her tight canal.
“Oh my fucking God,” shrieked Gabrielle.
Horrified, David immediatelty withdrew.
“I’m so sorry Gabby. I got carried away.”
“That is sooo beautiful. Put it back in, right now.”
That was the end of all restraint. She wrapped her arms and legs around him and thrust her hips to feel him more deeply. She came quickly again and was thrilled when she felt David thrust deeply, felt his body stiffen and heard him grunt with his orgasm.
Twice more they made love that night. More languidly, more passionately, more emotionally.
Mal came to work with his arm in plaster the next morning, just as Gabrielle was leaving to go home and get changed. He didn’t recognise her at first. The flowing hair, the high fashion clothes, the model’s figure and most of all her radiant smile.
“Hi Mal, how’s the arm?”, she asked as he did a double take.
He spoke to George.
“Have you seen Gabrielle?”
“Yes I didn’t recognise her for a moment.”
“Me too. God what a stunner. Why don’t you try your luck with her.”
“No chance,” George sighed ruefully. “I arrived here at 5am to catch up and she was in bed with the boss.”
“The dirty old bastard . . . The lucky bastard.”
It was as though Gabrielle had been released from chains. She couldn’t really understand why David worshipped her pussy so much. But she loved it that he did and to make it easier for him, she had a Brazilian.
Her fear of cocks was completely erased. She loved bringing him to excitement with oral sex. She loved swallowing his semen or having him come over her face. She loved taking his cock deeply into her throat.
Her favourite position was kneeling over him facing his feet. After she learned to control her gagging she pushed her face down so hard and pushed his cock so far into her throat that her nose rubbed his balls.
David was doubly blessed. The unbelievable sensations from his cock and the sight and smells of her pussy only a few inches from his face. After he had come in her throat, he pulled her haunches back and licked and nibbled her genitals until she squealed in orgasm and ejaculated over his face.
She bought a book on sensuous massage and they spent long hours caressing and worhipping and delighting each other’s bodies.
Gabrielle noticed that he was totally unihibited with oral sex and often licked her anus and tickled it with his tongue. She was thrilled and excited by the intimacy and the sensations but hadn’t even heard about anal sex. She did some research on the internet.
The next night in bed she lay in his arms, her pussy still tingling and feeling his semen oozing from her pussy.
“Davey, darling, when you were a hot-shot lover . . in your youth . . “ she still couldn’t stop giggling from this joke.
“Mmmm,” murmured David bracing himself for whatever was coming.
“Did you keep your girlfriends waiting forever before you fucked them in the ass?”
She bent down and sucked his cock back to a hard erection then passed him some lubricant. David slowly intoduced her, first with his tongue probing her ass, then one gentle and lubricated finger and as her sphincter relaxed another finger.
Gabrielle was in heaven. The forbidden excitement, the new sensations, but most of all David’s tender and delicate devotion.
It was uncomfortable for just a moment as his knob pushed in. David ever so gently and slowly probed deeper into her bowel and she sighed with excitement, feeling his cock against her tight rectum walls.
When Gabrielle’s ass was completely relaxed he started a gentle rhythm and found her clitoris with his fingers.
Gabrielle has experienced dozens of orgasms by now, but nothing prepared her for the intense pleasure sensations though her vagina and and rectum. Her hips took a life of their own as they writhed trying to get that lovely cock in even deeper. David lost all self restraint and pounded harder until her body seemed to bounce as though she was being electrocuted and a joyous wail came from her lips.
The next morning Gabrielle brought some paint and curtain materials.
“I’m spending just about all my time here so I might as well live here. But I’m not living here with it looking like a dump.” She frowned as she surveyed the bedroom.
A week later Gabrielle’s professor came for a final assessment interview with David. Gabrielle’s written work had been first class and the results for David’s business were remarkable. He had seen Gabrielle’s transformation and was delighted to see this confident and beautiful young woman emerge from that haunted shell.
However, when he interviewed them in David’s office he had a serious problem. The clause which forebade sexual relations between student and employer. The prof didn’t care, in fact he was pleased for both of them, but knew he had to protect his own position.
“Gabrielle, your student records show you’ve changed your address.”
“Yes,” she beamed. “I’ve moved in with Davey.”
“We’ve got a problem.” He pointed to clause 46.
David studied it. He hadn’t read the form.
“That’s not so good. What does this mean?”
“I’m afraid Gabrielle will have be withdrawn from the student scheme with your firm.”
David pondered.
“Well, she’s finished her assignment and you’ve said it’s brilliant. An honors grade.”
The professor nodded. “Yes the academic committee have agreed a first class honors.”
“So, she gets her degree?”
“Yes provided her employment here under the student scheme is terminated forthwith.”
“Gabby. You’re fired. Fired for flagrant breach of clause 46.” David frowned at her.
She beamed even wider and poked out her tongue.
Relieved, the professor handed a form for David to sign. He read it carefully and saw that Gabrielle would still get her degree.
“Professor,” asked David. “With the firm growing so fast I need to take on a young marketing director. Do you know a graduate student who might fit? Someone who is bright, isn’t afraid of hard work and accepts discipline without question?”
“Bright and hard working, no problem,” said the professor. He smiled at Gabrielle. “Discipline, well, perhaps you can work that out yourselves.”

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Dear Reader:
The story’s premise is from an episode of a BBC science-fiction television show. Everything else is cobbled together from years reading mind-control pornography.
It’s mostly a story of mourning and loss—until the end.
Recommended for the nonconsensual, misogynistic crowd with a taste for the apocalyptic.
Adam Lily

Dessert

I turned on the Bose stereo in my apartment. I made a sexy playlist with songs that he loved. My boyfriend was coming over for dinner and I wanted to make it very special. I lit some candles, closed the blinds, you know, made the room romantic. But after dinner, he really had it coming.
I wore a tight, little black dress with no panties or bra on underneath. I was hoping that he’d get excited when he found out I had nothing on underneath this skin tight dress. I looked in the mirror. Damn, I looked sexy. I started to rub my pussy just thinking about him. The doorbell rang, I ran over to spray myself with the perfume that always turns him on, and opened the door. There he was, leaning against the door way with a smile on his face and a rose, wearing his best suit. I kissed his lips softly then moved to his neck for a little peck to tease him. He grabbed my waist and moved his hands down to my tight ass. Those squats payed off because I could already feel him getting a little hard from just groping my butt. I took his hand and led him down to the dinner table where I prepared his favorite foods. “This is too much baby, I have to save up for dessert.” I knew what he was talking about. I blushed at the thought. He was going to eat my pussy after dinner.
After dinner, my boyfriend stood up and picked me up to put me on his lap. “You know, this dinner was the best I’ve had yet. But, I do want more.” I looked at him and he smirked at me. That sexy smirk… he knows it makes me want to melt. I stood up and sat back down on him cowgirl style. I lifted his chin to have full access to his soft neck. He ran his hand up my thigh, and then up my dress, and that’s when he found out that I had no panties on. I giggled and started kissing his neck, sucking and biting to tease him a bit at first. He grabbed my ass hard, making me suck his neck even harder and he loved every second of it. I could feel his thick cock getting harder than a rock under me. I kissed the hickey I left on his neck from the hard sucking. I ran my hands down his chest, then to his abs, and finally to his cock. I looked down and saw his boner wanting to just pop out of his pants. “Let me help you with that…” I said in my sexiest voice. He was rubbing my ass and spanked it out of nowhere. “Fuck…your ass is so nice. Let me take this dress off of you.” I bit his lip softly and shook my head “no”. He wouldn’t let me finish unzipping his pants. He took his revenge on me for not letting him see me naked and stuck his finger up my tiny asshole. He fingered it slowly, my asshole squeezing on his finger. He never finger-fucked my asshole before and it felt fucking amazing. I moaned with my head tilted up, and he took full advantage of the opportunity. He took his finger out and quickly moved his head towards my neck, licking up and down and sucking on my sweet spot. I grabbed his shoulders and tightened my legs around him. Fuck, I was so horny at this point and I knew he was too. He stopped sucking and left a red and purple hickey on my sweet spot. I didn’t even care.
I got off of his lap and started to strip tease for him, slowly letting the straps of my tight dress fall off my shoulders. He spread his legs and moved his hand to his cock, rubbing it from the outside of his dress pants and staring at me with wide-eyes. I turned around and bent over, so my ass was almost touching him. I lifted up part of the end of the dress and he moaned. “I want it off. Now.” I obeyed him and stood up, slowly unzipping the dress from the back and letting it fall down onto the floor. I was in his control now. He pulled me over onto his lap and groped my tits, playing with each nipple, twisting and flicking them lightly. My nipples got harder and harder underneath his touch. I grinded my ass onto his cock while he played with both nipples. He took off his pants, revealing his hard, 10 inch cock. I put his cock in between my ass crack and moved up and down. He spanked my ass and lifted me up, taking me to my bedroom.
He opened the door to the room and sat down on the edge, putting me across his lap. He softly rubbed my ass cheeks, then slapped one hard. This continued until my ass cheeks were beat red. I enjoyed being slapped by him, it always turned me on. He let me off of his lap and unbuttoned his dress shirt while sitting down. I stared at him in awe. His body always overwhelmed me. I wanted to lick his rock hard abs up and down. He winked at me and motioned for me to come to him with his finger. He bent me over his shoulder, he couldn’t see my wet pussy, but he knew exactly what to do. He started rubbing and discovered that I was already wet enough for his thick cock, but he didn’t care. He wanted to tease me before he fucked me until I cried. He stuck one finger in and I tightened my pussy around it. Everytime he moved his finger into my pussy, I tightened it up to show him what he’s about to get. He stuck two fingers in and destroyed my pussy, moving fast and hard, rubbing my g-spot everytime. I could feel myself building up inside. My pussy juices squirted out all over the carpet and my new bed sheets. He took his fingers out and sucked the juices off his now soaking wet fingers. I needed his hard dick in my mouth so bad. I got up and threw him onto the bed, climbing onto and taking his cock into my hand. I got straight to work and put my mouth around the tip of his penis. He put his muscular arms behind his head and watched me closely. I looked him in the eyes and went further down onto his cock, almost deepthroating the whole thing. His groans made me want to please him more and more. I rubbed his cock while tightening my lips around. Everytime I went down onto his cock, I sucked a little harder. My tongue rolled around his cock, concentrating it on the head of his cock. He had enough and pushed me off his cock, flipping me over onto my back and spreading my legs. He rubbed his cock against my clit at first, then ran it against my whole slit. My whole pussy was dripping wet. I needed his hard cock in my tight pussy now.
He put the tip in slowly, then pulled it out. He went in a little more everytime, until I told him, “Fuck me hard and fuck me now.” He did as he was told and slammed his cock into me. He pulled it out completely, then slammed it in again. The next time, he left his cock in my pussy and went hard. Slamming in and out, pushing his cock all the way into my vag and pulsing it so it his every wall of my vagina. I was screaming. He flipped me over onto my stomach and lifted my ass up, then continued to fuck my pussy. His cock hit my g-spot in every thrust he made. He grabbed all my hair into a ponytail and pulled it so my head was lifted. With his other hand, he choked my neck slightly but made it so pleasurable. My pussy was throbbing and my eyes were watering. He let go of my hair and my neck and grabbed my ass, moving it onto his dick hard. I let him take a rest and fucked him like that, moving my ass onto his cock. We were both sweating, throbbing, and panting, but he kept fucking me doggy-style. The tip of his cock hit my g-spot so much that I wanted to squirt all over his thick dick. My legs started shaking as he fucked me and he knew I was about to have a huge orgasm. He pulled his cock out and layed on the bed, telling me to ride him. I sat on my knees and lowered my throbbing pussy onto him, fucking him fast and slamming down onto his cock. I tightened my pussy around his cock and started to grind on it. He pulsed his cock while I grinded my pussy on him and my body shook. He stopped me and thrusted his dick fast into me, grabbing my arms and holding me while I shook. I lifted my body up as my body came and my pussy squirted. He rubbed his cock fast with my pussy juices for lube. He bent me over and groaned, leaving hot jizz all over my ass. It was so much that it covered my whole ass. He slapped my ass once more before cleaning me up.
“Your pussy is so fucking good. We might just have to do that one more time tonight.”

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