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Mardaani – A Fantasy – Part 8

This is a fantasy based on the hindi film Mardaani, starring Rani Mukherjee. I have used the basic characters from the film. However, I have kept the name of the cop as Rani Mukherjee for better visualisation purpose.

Mr. Wong’s Curios: Chinese Finger Trap

“Come on, Luke! Let’s go in here.” Jade called out to me.
“Cruuud.” I groaned, hunched over with my hands on my knees. I ran a hand through my hair and watched as Jade opened the door and walked into the old antique store. We’d been out window-shopping for nearly an hour now and I was beat. It would’ve been fine normally, but my legs were already dead from practice. Still, I couldn’t say no to Jade, so I trudged over to the store.
“Mr. Wong’s Curios.” I said to no one, reading the weathered sign above me. “Whatever.” I shook my head and and walked in.
It was kind of dim inside, but there was enough light to see that the whole store was filled with all kinds of old Chinese stuff. There was a really cute girl sitting behind the cash register, leaning back in a chair and reading a textbook. When she lifted her face to look at me, I saw it was Amanda from school.
“Hey!” I said, waving to her.
“Oh, hey, Luke! What are you doing here?”
“Jade dragged me in here.”
“Oh, right… well, you have to do what the girlfriend says, I guess.”
“I wish. We’re just friends.”
“Oh, really? I figured you guys were together since, y’know, you’re always together…” She trailed off at the end, not sure of what to say.
“So, uh, you work here?” I asked.
“Kinda. My brother’s running the store while the owner’s away. I’m just helping out.”
“And studying.” I added, pointing to the textbook in her lap.
“Yeah.” Amanda replied, smiling. “Anyways, look around. There’s a lot of cool stuff in here and my brother can help you find whatever you need.”
“Thanks.” I turned and came face to face with some sort of blue demon with huge yellow eyes! “AHH!” I yelled, freaking out. I stumbled back and saw that the demon had a rocking body.
“Hah. You should have seen your face.” Jade laughed as she pulled off the blue mask. She shook her hair back and forth after pulling the mask’s string away. Jade was a year older than me, a senior, and about three inches shorter than I was. She was definitely one of the best looking girls in our school, but she didn’t have that super-thin model look going. She was curvy, with dark eyes and nice lips. Her upper lip was bigger than her lower one and gave her this look that drove me wild. She usually wore a lot of eye shadow, but with her dark hair that fell just above her shoulders, it looked good on her. She was sort of a punk girl, I guess. She was always wearing a leather cuff around her wrist and one of those plastic chokers around her neck. The standard Jade look was a pair of converses with some dark jeans and a tight fitting band shirt. It was always tight fitting because of one of the main reasons I couldn’t say no to Jade. She had, far and away, the best tits in the whole school. I mean, I try not to be a total, shallow douche, but they were definitely double Ds and when she wore a low cut top, the effect was… impressive.
“Yeah, yeah. Very funny.” I grumbled at Jade as Amanda giggled behind me.
“Come on! Let’s look around.” Jade said, taking me by the hand and pulling me behind her. She set the mask back where she found it and we went traipsing around the store, looking at all the old stuff. There were necklaces, figurines, scrolls, statues, and all kinds of weird stuff. Part of the store even had different spices. Maybe they went in Chinese food recipes? Eventually, Jade started reading this old book she pulled out of a shelf and I found an empty chair to sit in. It was actually pretty cool for a chair. It was made out of old, red wood and had dragon heads for the arm rests and clawed feet for the legs- sitting in it made me pretty boss. As I sat there, I stared at Jade and wondered just how I could ever get her to see me as more than a friend.
We’d started hanging out after we wound up being lab partners in AP Chem. I was pretty good at Chem, so I was in a class with almost all seniors. At first, I’d been nervous around her, and I figured I’d have to do all the work because she probably wasn’t that smart, but she actually wound up pulling her weight and we just sort of clicked. She was into a lot of music and culture type stuff and our personalities just sort of went together. She’d talk about doing crazy stuff or make jokes and I’d go along with her. So, I sat there, looking at her and wishing that I had the nerve to ask her out. That’s when I felt a hand on my shoulder.
“Hey, man. She’s pretty cute.” I looked up and saw a guy that I guessed was Amanda’s brother. He was pretty tall and you could tell he was a nice guy. He just sort of gave off the feeling. “You really should ask her out.”
“What?! No, we’re just friends.” Amanda’s brother cocked an eyebrow as he looked at me,
“You gay, Bro?”
“WHAT?! NO!” I yelled, louder than I meant to.
“There’s nothing wrong with that.” He continued. “I mean, if you’re not attracted to her, there’s nothing wrong with it. It’s just that from the way you were staring, it sure seemed like you were.” I looked back at Jade. There was just something in the way she moved, even turning pages. She was beautiful.
“Come with me. I’ve got something you might like.” He started walking towards the back of the store and I stood up and walked after him, my legs still groaning from practice.
“What? You have, like, magical Chinese stuff to help me? Like an amulet or something?” The guy laughed as he started rummaging through some old, wooden drawers.
“Not exactly. Ah, here it is!” He pulled out a white box, about the right size to hold a wristwatch, and blew the dust off the top of it, then he handed it to me. I pulled the lid off. Inside, there was a red yellow checkered tube. It was one of those Chinese finger traps.
“Uh, Dude. I don’t think this is gonna help.” I told Amanda’s brother.
“It’s a special finger trap… and it’s only a buck.”
“You don’t have any incense or an amulet?” I asked. He looked over at Jade, then back at me.
“You don’t need any of that. Give it a try.” I let out a small sigh. For a dollar, I figured I could give it a shot. Then he looked over at Jade again and I followed his gaze as he squinted at her. She was still reading the same book she’d picked up five minutes ago. “…You should buy that book for her. Tell Amanda it’s five dollars.” After he said that, three people came into the store and the guy walked over to help them. Then he suddenly turned around and walked backwards as he called out, “And don’t put your fingers in both ends.”
“Why not? Will something happen?”
“I just wouldn’t do it.” He replied, then turned back around and walked over to a woman who’d started browsing around. I looked back at Jade, then something hit me. I stumbled to the side and caught myself on a table covered in glass figurines and vases.
“Watch where you fucking are.” This kid spat at me. He had short blonde hair, piercings in his ears, and he was about my age, but not even as big as I was. He had on a leather jacket on top of a hoodie and looked like he needed an ass kicking or ten. I was sure I could’ve taken him, but it wasn’t worth it. I shrugged it off and walked over to Jade.
“Hey, you ready to go?” I asked, taking the book out of her hand.
“Huh, yeah.” She sighed. I guess she’d wanted to keep reading. I turned and headed towards the counter and Jade followed behind me. When I got to the register, I told Amanda how much her brother had said the trap and the book were and pulled out my wallet to pay her.
“What are you doing? You don’t have to get that for me.” Jade said as I handed Amanda a five and a one.
“I want to.” I replied, smiling. Amanda put the book and the finger trap in a little brown paper bag and handed them to me with a sly wink that Jade couldn’t see. I grinned nervously, then we told her we’d say her at school, then Jade and I walked outside. When the door to the store shut behind us, I blinked a few times in the brighter light, then Jade took the bag from me.
“What’d you buy?” She asked, reaching into the bag. She pulled out the white box and opened it. “A finger trap? Really?” Jade gave me an amused look.
“Whatever. It was only a dollar.”
“Let’s try it out.” Jade stuck out her hand and I saw the red and gold tube was already stuck to her finger. “Come on.” She said, almost taunting me. I looked in her eyes and she stared back at me. After a second, I looked away. It was stupid, but I put my hand out and stuck my finger into the empty end of the finger trap, mashing it in until I touched the tip of Jade’s finger.
“There. Happy?” I asked, tugging on the finger trap a few times.
“Yep.” Jade pushed her finger forward and I pushed my finger to meet hers, then we pulled back. The trap didn’t come off. “Huh?” We tried again. The thing was stuck on tight. We tried a few more times, but without success.
“I have an idea.” I said. “Hold onto that pole.” Jade grabbed onto the pole behind her with her free hand. “Ready?” She nodded. I yanked my arm back as hard as I could, but instead of coming free, all I did was yank Jade into me.
“Oof!” Her head caught my chin and we fell back on the sidewalk, looking like idiots I’m sure. “Wow, this thing is really stuck on tight.” Jade exclaimed, tugging on the trap and trying to wrench her hand free. By now, people on the street were starting to stare at us.
“Come on,” I said as I got to my feet. “We’ll figure it out in the car.” I helped Jade up, then we walked over to where she’d parked. As we walked up to the car, I pulled to right, walking towards the passenger side, when my arm was yanked to the left. Duh, we were stuck. We couldn’t exactly separate ourselves to climb in the car.
“Come around to my side, then you can climb into the passenger side.” Jade said. She unlocked the car and opened the door. I climbed in, pulling her with me as I slid over the arm rest and into the passenger seat. It was a little tricky with only one arm for support, but I managed it. Jade climbed in on the driver’s side and shut her door. I grabbed my seat belt and stuck it in, but Jade’s car was pretty old, so it took a little fiddling. Once, I had it in, I looked over at Jade. She was struggling to fasten it since she was was right handed and I had pulled her right hand over to fix my seat belt.
“Here.” I said, leaning over. I wrapped my hand over hers and helped to fasten her seatbelt. I looked up at her, “Better?” I asked, acutely aware of my hand lingering on hers.
“Much.” Jade gave me a small smile, then I pulled back and let our hands that were connected rest between us. That didn’t last long though because Jade had to put the key in the ignition which she needed her right hand for. Once she had the engine started, I thought we’d be in the clear for sure, but I forgot about changing gears. Because the trap was connected to the index finger on my left hand and Jade’s index finger on her right, we kept having to contort our hands around to see if we could find a position that would work. If we were facing each other, there wasn’t a problem, but side to side, it seemed impossible. There was one thing we could try though.
“Um, do you mind if I just rest my hand on yours?” I asked, looking from the gearshift to Jade.
“…no. Go ahead.” Jade replied quietly. I thought she wasn’t too keen on the idea, but oh well. The trap was just long enough and flexible enough for me to twist my hand around and lay it on top of hers as she held the gear shift. The back of my hand rested on hers, almost like I was holding my hand out for something. It was a little awkward, but she could drive.
After we pulled out of the parking lot, Jade took the highway out to my house. My family’s house isn’t exactly in the country, but the fastest way is still to use the highway. As were driving, we started making jokes about the finger trap.
“Geez, cops could use these things as handcuffs!” Jade joked.
“Definitely. You know, for a dollar, this is a pretty well made trap.” I replied.
“Yeah, but if we don’t get free, eventually, my nail will stab your finger.”
“Ow. True. Hopefully, it won’t come to that. I’d hate to be stuck forever.”
“You would?” Jade said, glancing at me before turning her eyes back to the road. “I don’t think I’d mind.”
“What? Being stuck with me?”
“…I mean, if I had to be stuck with someone…” Jade trailed off. “Hey, would you put the windows down? I don’t have a free hand.”
“Sure.” I replied and searched for the button, then I remembered Jade’s car didn’t have one. It used those old-school roller handles. I rolled down my window and let the breeze blow in. To roll Jade’s down though…
“Mine too.” Jade said. I looked at her and she gave me a quick glance, then looked back at the road. I took a breath, then leaned over our arms, across Jade, bringing my head dangerously close to her chest, and finally, I reached the handle with my right hand. I almost had to wrench the damn thing off the door to turn it, but I managed it. After the window was down, I realized I’d been pressing my head against Jade’s chest. I could feel her bra rubbing my cheek through her shirt. I pulled back and glanced at her sheepishly.
“S-sorry.” I said nervously, feeling myself blush.
“It’s okay.” Jade replied, her eyes on the road, but she was totally blushing too! When Jade blushed, her whole face turned pink and she was definitely blushing. After that, we were quiet for a few minutes and I watched everything pass as got closer to my house. Finally, Jade pulled off the highway onto the gravel path that led down to my house. Like I said, my family’s not in the country, but we have a few acres, so it’s outside of the main municipality. As we drove up to the house, I saw my Dad’s truck and my Mom’s SUV were both gone. Jade pulled around to the side of the house and parked. Ordinarily, I would’ve just crawled out and said I’d see her at school, but today… I couldn’t leave her.
“Um, heheh-” I gave a nervous laugh. “Sorry. I guess you’re stuck with me for a little longer.”
“I don’t mind. But, um, do you mind if I move? It’s kind of hard to stay at this angle.”
“Uh, sure, go ahead.” Jade scooted out from under the steering wheel and started crawling over to me. She tried sitting down on my knees, which made me almost lose my mind, but there just wasn’t enough room. I found the back adjuster on the side of the chair and put the seat back as far as it would go, but there still wasn’t much room Jade to sit.
“Here.” Jade sat down sideways on my knee, then reached down between my legs as I spread my knees apart. Having her on top of me, her arm between my legs- it almost too much to handle, but I tried to keep cool. Suddenly, I felt my seat slight back and my head rolled back and bounced off the headrest, then Jade fell on top of me. “Sorry.” She groaned. “I forget how old that thing is.”
It felt so good to have Jade’s body on mine. Her face was just a few inches away. “I don’t mind.” I said, repeating her words. I looked into her eyes and she looked up at me. It was now or never. I bent my head down and closed my eyes, then I brought my lips to hers and kissed her. I heard her inhale suddenly, then she pulled back.
“W-what are you doing?” She asked as I opened my eyes, freaked out that I may have just ruined our friendship.
“Uh-um, I’m sorry. I just, uh,” Crap. This was no time to freeze up. I’d already kissed her! If I was ever going to tell her, it had to be now. “It’s just…. I like you. A lot.” Our eyes were locked together. I couldn’t look away for even a moment.
“Really?” Jade whispered. I brought my lips down to her again and pressed my lips against hers, that incredible upper lip resting on top of mine. For a minute, we didn’t move, then I turned my head and pressed my lips against hers again, moving my mouth. Jade responded by moving her lips against me. She was kissing me back! As our lips needed together, I wrapped my free arm around her and let my hand caress her back. I felt Jade take my other hand in her, the paper of the trap rubbing against itself as her fingers locked together.
I opened my mouth and brushed my lip over Jade’s upper lip, still in disbelief that I was kissing such a perfect, voluptuous mouth. To my surprise, when I opened my mouth, I felt Jade’s tongue slip into my mouth.
“Mmm.” I pressed my body against her and kissed her back, our tongues wrestling. I felt Jade’s other hand on my shoulder suddenly, then she started kneading the muscle beneath my shirt and moaning as we kissed. I could myself getting hard, Jade’s body pressing down on my growing erection. I inched my hand down her back until I was at her waist. I thumbed the hem of her shirt, hinting at what I wanted.
“Can I?” I asked, pulling my lips away from hers. Jade nodded, then kissed me again, harder than before. She brought both of her hands up to my face and cupped my cheeks, pressing me into her lips. It was so passionate, unlike anything I’d done before. While she kissed me, I slipped my hand under her shirt and ran my fingers along her smooth, flawless skin, marveling at just how soft it was. As my right hand caressed her back, I pulled Jade’s left hand away from my face and locked my fingers with hers. With our hands intertwined, it was almost like the trap wasn’t even there.
I was rock hard by now and Jade’s weight pressing against my cock felt incredible. I needed more though. It was time. I brought my hand around the front and lifted it up until I felt the smooth fabric of Jade’s bra cupping her chest. I pressed forward slightly, just my finger tips, and waited for any sign of disapproval from Jade. When she didn’t give any, I cupped her breast in my hand. It was so big I could barely fit it in my hand.
“Luuuke.” Jade moaned. “Take off my shirt.” Right then, two things went through my head. The first was how much I wanted to take off Jade’ shirt. The second was how very much I didn’t want my parents to drive up and see us.
“Let’s pull around some more. That way if my parents drive up, they won’t see us, but we’ll hear them coming.” Jade looked like she really did not want to take the time to do that, but she nodded.
“First though, let’s get rid of this.” I said, looking Jade in the eye.
“Good idea.” She smirked back at me, then lifted her arms up. I grabbed the bottom of her shirt and hoisted it over her head . When it was all the way off, I stopped and stared for a moment. “Oh my god… you are so hot.” I said, awestruck. Her waist was surprisingly narrow and curved up from her black jeans all the way to the bottom of her blue push-up bra. Her tits were practically gushing out of her bra. With her bare shoulders and chest and more skin than I ever dream of seeing, Jade was easily the most gorgeous woman I’d ever seen, in real life or otherwise. Maybe she wouldn’t have been that beautiful to everyone, but to me, she was perfect- incredible.
“You like?” Jade asked, pushing her arms into either side of her chest, squeezing her books together. God, it looked like they were overflowing out of her bra…
“You’re unbelievable….” I said in awe. She smiled and crawled off to get in the driver’s seat. I didn’t even consider letting such a beautiful woman sit next to me. I crawled into the seat on top of her.
“What’re you doing, Luke?” Jade asked, biting her lip playfully.
“This.” I bent my head down and kissed her right breast, letting my lips cover every inch of the top with kisses, then I let my tongue slide out lick her.
“Unh. Luke…” Jade started to say something, but I cut her off.
“Drive.” I said firmly, then I sucked down on her breast, taking the soft flesh in my mouth, leaving Jade squirming under me as she used our connected hand to crank the engine. As she drove, I flipped down the lip of her bra then brought my lips down to her perfect, rock hard nipple.
“Hunh!” Jade yelled as I sucked on her, flicking her nipple with my tongue, then running it all over her areola. Suddenly, Jade slammed on the brakes, pulled the key out of the ignition, and used our connected hand to send the seat careening backward, almost wrenching my arm off in the process. Then she reached behind her back and unhooked her bra. The next thing I knew, I was looking at the most amazing pair of tits I’d ever seen in my life. . She had large, circular areolas and her nipples jutted out, telling me just how aroused she was. Looking up, Jade’s usually calm, dark brown eyes were filled with something I’d never seen before. There so much passion in them it was unbelievable.
“Luke, are you fine with having sex?”
“What?”
“I said, do you want to fuck? Right now. With me.” She repeated forcefully. She sounded so different, I wasn’t sure if I should say yes, but in the end I nodded.
“Jade, I want to have sex with you more than anything in the world.”
“Thank you, God!” Jade yelled, then she practically attacked me. Her lips latched onto my neck, sucking down on me and leaving me groaning with pleasure. She only paused long enough for me to lift up my arms so she could pull off my shirt as well. In seconds, I’d pressed her against the seat, almost suffocating her as we made out, driving our tongues deep into each other mouths. Her lips felt so wet and soft against mine, I didn’t ever want to stop kissing her. At the same time, my hands squeezed her enormous tits while Jade latched onto my body, dragging her nails across my skin. Jade folded the hand that was connected to mine over my fingers, guiding me in fondling her chest. We broke apart from kissing for a moment to catch our breath and I looked down, I could see my fingers pressed into her boobs, the supple flesh bubbling up between them, It was so sexy and I didn’t want it to have happened with anyone else.
“Should we keep going?” I asked, suddenly nervous.
“Is something wrong?” Jade asked, looking up at me.
“It’s just… I’ve never gone all the way with someone before. …This is my first time.”
“… me too.” Jade whispered, looking at floor of the car.
“What?! But you’re a senior… and Johnny Morrison said-” Crap. I shouldn’t have even brought that up. THe expression on Jade’s face turned angry, then she glared at me.
“Did Johnny also say that he’s a fucking tool? Or that we did it one time and it lasted like thirty seconds.” Suddenly, the anger drained out of her face and she just looked depressed. “I’m sorry, Luke… I guess… I guess it’s not my first time. But what I did with Johnny was a year and a half ago and it was as close to nothing as it could be. I, uh, didn’t really do anything, so I don’t know how any of it works anymore than you do.”
“So, what you’re saying…” I said, recovering my confidence. “Is you’d really like a redo?” Before she could reply, I planted a gentle kiss on Jade’s lips, then I reached down with my free hand and my trapped one and undid her jeans. Jade lifted her hips up and with some wiggling, I pulled them down to her ankles and she kicked them off after doing the same to her shoes. Finally seeing all of her, it was breathtaking, then I saw it- a smallish birthmark just above her panty line. Jade clapped a hand over the mark and gave me an embarrassed look.
“I hate it.” She whined. I just slid down to the floorboards and pried Jade’s hand away, then I kissed it and run my tongue over her body. “Ohhh, Luke…” I kept licking lower as I hooked my fingers under her panties. She lifted her hips and I pulled them off. Seeing a bare pussy for the first time, it took me a minute to really drink it in. It was different in person, but it was a part of Jade and that made it beautiful. Tentatively, I bent down and ran my tongue along the top of her slit. “Ohhh.” Jade moaned again.
“Mmm. I kind of like the taste.” Then I dipped my head down again and slid my tongue further along her pussy, really tasting her. At the same time, I reached up with my free hand and kept fondling her tit, trying to make Jade feel as good as possible. Weirdly, I felt my other hand going downwards. I glanced to my left and saw Jade take my hand and place it on her pussy. Knowing what she wanted, I ran my fingers along her pussy, enjoying the weird, wet sensation. It was slimy, but in the best way possible. Jade seemed to like me touching her, so I kept running the tip of my middle and ring finger along her since my index finger was still trapped. I started licking the top of her slit again and rolled and pinched her nipple with my other hand. I rubbed harder and harder on her slit, just going up and down, when all of a sudden, i went lower than before and I felt my fingers start to push inside of her.
“Oh my god…” I said, stopping. I’d never been inside someone before.
“Unh.” Jade whined, grinding her hips on the seat, pushing her pussy forward. Slowly, her pussy enveloped my fingers and I pushed them forward until they were as far into her as possible. “Oh, Luke… that feels so good. I can’t wait anymore. I need you… I need you to make love to me.” Jade sat up and I pulled out of her. She undid my jeans and pulled them down legs. I bent down and pulled off my shoes, then kicked my jeans onto the floor as well. Suddenly, I found myself about to be naked with the girl of my dreams. “Are you ready?” Jade asked, looking up at me. I looked down at her brown eyes and nodded as she grabbed my waistband and pulled it down, exposing my rock hard cock.
“Mmm.” She hummed, suddenly pushing my cock past her perfect, pink lips and into her mouth.
“Jaaade.” I moaned as she bobbed up and down on my cock, coating me with her saliva. I felt my boxers reach my ankles and I somehow managed to step out of them as knees felt ready to buckle. Jade pulled back until only my head was in her mouth, then she swirled her tongue around it as she jerked me off with her free hand. It felt amazing. As she pumped up and down my shaft, she twisted her hand around. It didn’t feel like anything I’d experienced before. I guess it’s true what they say, ‘It’s all in the wrist.’
Jade pulled off me completely, but left a trail of drool connecting my cock to her lips that I found incredibly sexy. Now that she was dripping wet and so was I, it was time. I felt myself shaking. I was nervous and excited and scared all at once.
“Hey, you’re okay. You’ve got this.” Jade said, wrapping her fingers around my wrist. Her eyes were fixed on mine and I’ll never forget the way they looked as she pulled my towards her, her body ready for me, her breasts heaving. I felt her hand wrap around my cock again as my body inched closer and closer to hers.
“Put the chair back.” Jade told me. I reached over with my free hand and found the handle, then I pulled it and the back of the driver seat went back as far it could. I leaned over Jade and planted my hands on either side of her, just above her shoulders. I felt her guide my cock forward, then I felt something wet and hot and I knew I was at her entrance.
“Hey,” I said, looking into Jade’s eyes.
“Hey.”
“I’m really glad I’m doing this with you.” Jade bit her lip again and smiled. “Are you ready?” She nodded. I pushed my hips forward and felt my cock start to be engulfed by a hot, tight, wetness. I kept pushing forward until I felt our bodies bump together. I was inside Jade.
“Ohhh.” We moaned together. I locked our trapped hands together, pressing Jade’s hand against the seat, then I started moving. “Ohhh!” We moaned again. I looked down as I moved my cock in and out of Jade’s pussy. It was so sexy to watch and it felt incredible, better than jerking off, better than any blowjob. I started moving faster, thrusting into Jade and making her enormous tits bounce every time I pushed back into her. I wanted her to feel even better, so I focused on making my thrusts hard and forceful, sending waves of pleasure through her every time we came together. I brought my lips down to her tit and started sucking on her nipple and I kept thrusting.
“Oh, Luke! That feels so good! Keep going!” Hearing her say my name made me start thrusting faster and I switched breasts and started sucking on her left one. Then I grabbed onto her right one with my free hand and started playing with her nipple. At the same time, I stopped pulling out of her and kept my cock pressed into her pussy, then I started grinding my body against hers, rubbing her clit. “Ohh… ohhh..” Jade started moaning and I suddenly realized I was moaning with her. “Harder! Fuck me harder!” Jade ordered me. I pulled out of her, then I slammed my cock into her pussy.
“Ahh!” It felt so good. I kept slamming my cock into her, losing myself in the sensation of diving into her warm, wet pussy as Jade moaned under me. I felt her hand grab my wrist and bring my hand back up to her tit, I started fondling it again and Jade used her hand to rub her clit as I kept fucking her as hard as I could.
“Keep going! Don’t stop! Don’t stop! I’m so close-” Jade moaned.
“Unh! Jade I’m getting close too…” I said.
“It’s okay. Cum inside!”
“Jade-”
“I’m on the pill… just dooon’t… oh, god! CUMMING!” I felt her pussy tense up around my cock and Jade’s back arched off the seat. I kept pounding her as hard and fast as I could, trying to make her orgasm last. Then I felt it, my balls started tingling and cock pulsed inside of her.
“Jade, I’m cumming too!”
“Yes, cum inside me!” I pounded into her again, the buried my cock in her pussy and felt my cum shoot into her, coating her vagina. “AAAAAH!” I yelled as Jade kept cumming under me, her pussy milking every drop of cum out of me. When we finally stopped cumming, I collapsed on top of Jade and for a few minutes, we just lay there, enjoying the feeling of our sweaty bodies pressed together, breathing heavily.
“Better than Johnny Morrison?” I asked with smirk.
“Mmmm. Fuck Johnny Morrison.” Jade hummed in pleasure.
“Uh-uh. Fuck me… just you and me.”
“Mm, okay.” Jade said, pretending to think it over for a second. “…um, thank you for that, Luke. That’s what I wanted my first time to be like.”
“I just can’t believe we’re doing this. I thought you just wanted to be friends.”
“I thought you just wanted to be friends. I mean, we hung out sooo many times and you never made a move and when I’d wear those low-cut shirts, you wouldn’t even look.”
“Oh, I looked. Trust me. I’m just really glad I bought that finger trap… hey! Where’s the trap?” I sat up and looked at my hand. The trap was gone and my finger was free. I looked at Jade’s finger, but hers was free too. Jade moved her head around then pointed to the passenger seat.
“There it is. I guess we just had to cum together.” She said with a smirk. I smirked back then looked down at the beautiful woman under me. Looking at her curvy body, with her perfect, double D tits, pouty lips, and gorgeous eyes, I felt myself starting to get hard inside her.
“Mmm. Ready to go again?” Jade asked in a throaty voice. “I wanna try being on top this time.”
“Fine by me.” I said enthusiastically. I had no problem with that. I had to pull out of her so we could move, but with both of my hands free, it was much easier to maneuver around and within a few seconds, Jade was sitting on my rock hard cock, her pussy pressing it down against me. Jade lifted herself up, then she reached down and angled my cock up at her pussy. Slowly, she sank down and I felt my cock engulfed by that now familiar burning embrace.
“Unh… fuck, Jade.” I groaned as I felt her come down on me, taking all of my cock inside her. Once she was used to the feeling, Jade started moving, grinding her hips against me with a wave like motion that was unbelievably sexy to watch. Porn had nothing on actually having a beautiful woman on top of you, making love to you. I reached up and cupped her tits in my hand, squeezing them as she rode me.
“That feels good, Luke.” She said, picking up speed. Seeing how into it she was getting, I let my hands flow down her chest, along her waist, until I was grabbing her hips. As Jade kept grinding against me, I helped guide her, moving her body faster and faster.
“UNnnh!” Jade moaned loudly, her body convulsing on top of me for a few seconds.
“Did you just cum?” I asked.
“Y-yeah. A little.” She panted, glistening with sweat.
“Where’d you learn how to do that?” I asked.
“The book you bought me.” Jade said, managing to smile as she caught her breath.
“I bought you a how-to sex book?”
“Maybe…” Jade replied cutely, looking off to the side with a slightly embarrassed expression.
“I thought you seemed really into that book. Do you wanna keep going?” I asked. She looked exhausted, but she nodded down at me. “Lean forward, put your hands on my chest.” She nodded again and did as she was told. Her tits were so close that I could reach my head forward to suck on her nipples, which is exactly what I did as I started thrusting into Jade, using my hands to lift her up and then slam her down on my cock again.
“Yes, fuck me! Fuck me, Luke!” Jade yelled, throwing her head back as I pounded her pussy, making her tits jiggle in front of me. Hearing her scream like that, I sat up and bit down on her neck, sucking on her.
“Unh!” She cried out as I kept burying my shaft in her. Jade started moving her hips again and I kept thrusting into her, our bodies were in time, every movement felt perfect. “Luke… i-it f-feels so good.” Jade lips were numb with pleasure, she could barely even speak.
“Then take it! Take it, Jade!” I yelled out, then I started pounding into Jade so fast, my cock was blur
“Yes! Yes! YES!” Jade screamed back at me. “FUCK ME! FUCK ME!”
“Jade, I wanna cum in you again!”
“Do it! Fuck me till you cum!” That was all the permission I needed. I grabbed Jade by the shoulders and threw her onto the seat again, twisting us around. Then I ravaged her body, her tits, her lips, I shoved my tongue into her mouth and through it all, I kept thrusting into her perfect pussy.
“Fuck, Jade! I’m gonna cum!”
“Me too! Let’s c-c…cum together!” Then Jade threw her head back and her back arched so far off the seat I had to lean back just to give her room.
“AAAANH!” I bellowed out as my cock exploded inside her pussy drenching her in cum again. Every pulse felt so good I never wanted it to stop.
“Keep going! Keep going!” Jade moaned under me. I kept thrusting and cumming until finally I had to collapse on top of her again. “Baby, baby…” Jade whimpered under me as we tried to catch our breaths, our bodies totally spent. “Was it good for you?”
“That was the best feeling I’ve had in my life.” I replied breathlessly. “Thank, God for that trap.” We laid there for a few minutes, just enjoying the feeling of being together, touching the person we loved…
“Wait.” I said, sitting up as much as I could.
“What is it?” Jade asked, frowning a little.
“There’s something I need to tell you.”
“What?”
“If you’re not ready… um, it’s alright. It’s just I really want to…”
“Luke, if you want to have anal… I’ll try, but let’s wait for another day. I’m totally exhausted.” I almost laughed at that, but I wanted the moment to be serious.
“No. Not that. I wanted to tell you… I love you, Jade.” She inhaled suddenly. I looked down and saw her eyes were watering a little.
“Really?”
“Really.”
“I love you too, Luke.” Jade blinked a few times as she looked out the window. “I have something to tell you too.”
“What?” I asked sweetly, laying my hand on her cheek.
“We have an audience.” I followed her gaze up to the second floor of my house. My idiot, twelve year old brother was dancing like a maniac in the window. When he saw me looking at him, he started making kissy face and other, more lewd gestures. I raised my hand up and sent him a gesture of my own. His face contorted into an angry frown and he mouthed what I knew was, “I’m telling!!” But I simply did not care. I turned back to Jade and kissed her. She wrapped her arms around my neck and kissed me back. Finally, we broke apart and stared into each other’s eyes.
“I love you.”
“I love you too.”
“We should get dressed.”
“…yeah.”

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The Amplifier

College student builds mental amplifier and takes over a departmental secretary. Has her call her three most beautiful friends. Takes over more and more women.

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It was many months since Rob had taken his wife Yvonne to their friend Tony, for those horrible sadism sessions previously described.
Now, as he knelt astride her head and fucked her mouth, he began to tell her of his latest plans which involved a guy he’d met on the Internet.
Yvonne, gagging and choking as her husband forced his large, lusting cock right to the back of her mouth, couldn’t speak. She shuddered at the thought of the appalling treatment that she’d suffered on those earlier occasions with Tony, and yet, at the same time, she felt a thrill of perverted sexual lust tingle through her body as her husband talked of loaning her to this new man.
It all sounded so perversely immoral and wrong for her husband to arrange such a thing. So wrong for him to let another man fuck and abuse her. So wrong that her husband, who she knew loved her dearly, should give her to another man for the purpose of her being hurt and tortured.
In spite of all of these thoughts, Yvonne became more and more excited as her husband fucked and used her while telling her what this new guy, Peter, might do to her.
Soon, her lust having overtaken her common sense, Yvonne was enthusiastically agreeing to everything that her husband suggested.
Rob had been so completely confident in his wife’s taste for this sort of kinky perversion, that he had arranged for Peter to be waiting on the Internet ready and waiting to snare Yvonne into their scheme. Yvonne was informed of this, and she excitedly sat down at the desk and, using her own private email address, she typed the brief message that her husband dictated to her.
Having sent off the message, her husband made Yvonne stand, leaning over the desk with legs parted, while he fucked her doggie style.
With her forearms on the desk and her small breasts squashing against the desktop, Yvonne lifted her head to re-read the lines she had typed to this unknown man who wanted to abuse her. She was staring at the screen, rocking her body back and forth onto her husband’s cock as he fucked her. Her feelings becoming more and more lustful, partially from the wonderful sensations of her husband’s cock deep within her body, and partially from this new perverted scheme that her husband had proposed.
She was still staring at the computer screen and lustfully fucking, when the computer gave a ‘ding’, indicating an email received.
She excitedly saw that it was from Peter, and her lust stepped up a level when she read the title of the email… “You little whore.”
Yvonne took the mouse and manipulated it as Rob continued fucking her from behind. She gasped and then giggled as she read the content. Peter had addressed her as a ‘whore’ and a ‘stupid fucking cunt’.
Most other women would be turned off by such an initial approach, but, knowing his wife’s sexually perverted nature, Rob had instructed Peter how to write.
Yvonne, exactly as her husband had told Peter, was in fact excited and led on by being treated in that way.
Loving husband and wife, still fucking, both leaned forward to read Peter’s words of how he would like to give Yvonne a session with a variety of whips, riding crops, canes, etc, before giving her the ultimate thrashing with an old, heavy belt, an inch and a half wide with brass studs dotted along it’s length.
He went on to describe how he would thrash her, leaving her body bruised, marked, and swollen.
Peter had argued with Rob about taking such a direct approach. Peter was sure that Yvonne would surely be scared off by such descriptions of how she might be used, but Rob had assured him that it was the right way to go.
It certainly was a fact that Yvonne would be scared. Rob knew that she would argue and make a show of resistance, but he knew that it would be just that – only a show.
To family and friends, Yvonne was a sweet wife and a mother. No one could ever suspect the truth. Her husband had found her out though – he knew just how sexually excited and out of control she could become under the right sort of stimulation.
As if to prove this point about her character, Yvonne now began to lamely argue that it wasn’t right.
They were still looking at the email, re-reading it for the fourth or fifth time, when a ‘ding’ announced another email.
With trembling hands Yvonne opened the new email and read more of Peter’s words which continued on in the same vein.
Once more she was called a ‘stupid fucking cunt’ and was told how he would like to hurt her really badly. He mentioned whipping her breasts and thrashing her body all over.
Again, even though disturbed at what she read, Yvonne felt her throat going dry and her body tingling lustfully at the thought of her husband giving her to this man to be used in such a way. She, with some pretence of being a normal, decent woman, protested to her husband that it was all too cruel and completely wrong.
Rob, being familiar with his wife’s perverted sexual tastes, ignored her protests and excitedly told her to email back and to lead Peter on. He then grinned to himself in noticing that his wife didn’t even so much as pause in clicking the reply button – “she gave up easily that time,” he thought to himself with satisfaction.
“Hello my darling,” Yvonne wrote to her husband’s dictation. “Your message scares but excites me.”
A few more sexy lines were added before Yvonne signed off with love and kisses.
They waited in excited anticipation, kissing, touching, licking, fucking until they thrilled to the computer’s signal of a further email.
Peter had written of how Rob had told every detail about his wife. Peter talked more of how he would love to hurt her, and he finished by asking Yvonne directly… “you really do enjoy being hurt don’t you?”
Again, trembling all over, Yvonne clicked the reply button.
“Darling,” she started off, but then paused, unsure of what to type.
“Yes, I do like to be hurt,” Rob suggested to her when he saw her pause.
Yvonne’s fingers fumbled over the keys, typing those very words.
“Your whips and the studded leather belt sounds wonderfully cruel,” Rob continued dictating.
Yvonne blindly followed and typed the words.
A couple more lines and she signed off with love and… “yours to use and abuse.”
“Oh darling! I can’t send something like that!’ Yvonne then gasped in trembling tones as the computer cursor hovered above the ‘send’ button.
“You can. You love being a slut and a whore,” her husband excitedly and lustfully urged.
Yvonne’s hand trembled. Her husband urged her further. She clicked the mouse button. The computer screen changed … Your message has been sent to…
Rob and Peter now swapped a series of short emails while Yvonne, crawling under the desk, pushed her husband’s legs apart and took his solid, rock-hard, lusting cock in her soft hands and lowered her mouth over the head, sucking lovingly and slowly lowering her mouth right down over the pulsing shaft.
The content of the emails were read out to Yvonne as she crouched under the desk sucking and working on her husband’s cum dribbling cock.
Yvonne was spoken of purely as a commodity to be used by Peter. He, in turn, continued expressing his desire to severely hurt her.
Rob, for his part, became more and more excited and gave his every encouragement and consent to everything that Peter suggested.
Yvonne’s lust was surging through her body as she sucked and licked and loved her husband’s cock, and as her own hand mauled, fingered, and rubbed frantically at her wet, slippery pussy.
It was soon agreed that Yvonne would be delivered to Peter the next afternoon and that she should be left with him, to be tortured and abused, until her husband returned to collect her.
The next sixteen hours of waiting saw Yvonne constantly oscillating between lustful enthusiasm, fear and terror, sluttish feelings, guilt and shame. As the time drew near however, she showered, dressed in her sexiest, most delicate underwear, took especial care with her makeup, and generally felt so sexually excited even through her moments of fear.
“Fuck!” her husband kept exclaiming, “this is going to be fucking fantastic! I’ll be all of the time thinking about how Peter is using you.”
As had been the case when she’d been taken for her previous S & M sessions, Yvonne began to think that it wasn’t too late, she could still avert it if she wanted to. Even as they reached the house that had been given in the directions, she considered that she could still stop this from happening to her.
All of those thoughts of still being in control of her fate, and yet keeping on ahead, only served to stimulate Yvonne’s bizarre sexual appetite even further, so that there was never ever any really serious thought of not going through with this terrible thing that was planned for her.
They stood on the pavement, gazing in at the house, each lost in their own thoughts. They were both a little frightened at the possibilities of what might happen, but they both lusted at the bizarre perversion of what they were doing.
“Ready,” Rob asked his wife.
“Yes, ‘ she murmured in reply.
It was a quite ordinary looking house – brick and tile, nicely kept with a bushy garden, certainly nothing about it gave any hint of what terrible things might go on within it’s walls. Did it hold dark secrets of torture chambers with cruel machines and devices. Yvonne was literally trembling as her husband led her to the front door. She was shaking and had to be helped up the steps.
A big man answered Rob’s knock on the door – no one could ever suspect that he was such a cruel sadist.
Yvonne was blushing profusely, consumed by the shame and embarrassment of wantonly entering on this arrangement.
Peter was absolutely gloating over her. Looking at her lovely face, her small but very desirable body, her small but adequate tits bulging under her tight top. He must have, even at this late stage, not believed his luck as he again wanted confirmation from Rob that he was happy for his wife to be abused and hurt.
Yvonne felt totally belittled as she heard her husband assuring Peter that she could be used in any way he wanted.
They shook hands in a friendly manner and Rob jokingly said, “don’t look after my wife while I’m gone.”
Peter laughed in turn and replied that he certainly wouldn’t, then added in a cruel voice while looking at her gloatingly, “I’m going to give her absolute fucking hell.”
Yvonne watched in silence as her husband once again shook hands with Peter and then walked away, leaving her to be led inside the house.
Her husband had arranged it in this way, that he should simply hand his wife over to this guy and leave her with him. He loved his wife very much, and it seemed to him to treat her in this seemingly careless way, was the ultimate degradation.
Once in the house Yvonne’s fears were temporarily allayed as Peter told her how pretty she was and as he began kissing her tenderly.
Yvonne in turn kissed back lovingly as Peter began to undress and fondle her body.
This show of tenderness lasted only briefly, and Yvonne’s illusions were shattered when she was led into the bedroom and was told that she would be beaten insensible.
Yvonne noted that the bedroom, far from being a chamber of horrors, was neat and tastefully decorated – the only give away of what deviancy that might take place there, was the coiled cord, leather shackles, and leather whips that were piled on the end of the bed.
Yvonne climbed onto the bed, taking up the position that Peter directed, lying on her back with her legs spread apart and her arms stretched wide and above her head. She made no complaint nor offered any resistance as Peter securely bound her wrists and ankles and restrained her in this totally vulnerable position.
Peter then began to show her the many whips and lashes that he had in readiness for her – a long, thin, woven leather whip, a shorter, flat leather whip on a handle the shape of a cock which could be used as a dildo to fuck her with in between whippings. A short flogger consisting of twelve thin strips of leather attached to a handle. A fibre glass riding crop with a three inch fold of leather at the whip end, and indeed many other cruel and spiteful items with which to beat her with.
Now, as Peter selected a whip which was not dissimilar to the shape of a fly swatter, other than that it was larger and made of leather, Yvonne cringed and whimpered in fear as she watched him draw back his arm and take aim.
Swish, the whip sounded as it came speeding in a wide arc and thrashed across Yvonne’s stomach.
“Argggg,” she yelled as the vicious little whip filled her belly with a searing pain.
She had hardly recovered her breath when the whip again struck her, this time across the top of one thigh.
“Owwww!” she yelled and twisted and struggled as much as her bonds would allow, as the pain and shock raced through her body.
She was gasping and cringing as she watched Peter again preparing to strike her.
Whack! This time right across the top of her other thigh. Then another just above the knee.
Peter had put plenty of effort into each blow, and as his blows made their way back up Yvonne’s body to her breasts she was panting and gasping, and shrieking in agony and terror as the vicious blows built up the pain in her body.
“Fuck! you sound fabulous,” Peter grinned as he listened to Yvonne’s shrieks which became more and more frantic and agonised.
“Oh my God! That’s enough! That’s enough!” Yvonne half gasped, half sobbed with tears in her eyes.
Peter laughed spitefully. “No way my girl,” he said cruelly, “I’m really going to make a fucking mess of you before I’m through.”
To demonstrate his point he next took up the long, thin, leather whip and taking aim, he continued flogging her naked body with rapid lashes.
Yvonne was screeching and howling in awful, agonising pain. Her eyes, with the tears now streaming forth, had a look of terror as she realised just what she had let herself in for.
The woven leather of the whip bit at her skin and left fiery red stripes where it struck her. The very thinness of the lash causing all of the force to be concentrated along the line of impact so that lines of glowing red swelling, with many small abrasions along the length, were left all over her body.
During this whipping, the room was filled with the sounds of the whip cutting through the air, terminating in the sound of leather thrashing into human flesh, then immediately drowned out by Yvonne’s tortured screams of horrible, ghastly pain – each scream then slowly replaced by the pathetic and despairing, shuddering sobs and whimpers of the tortured victim.
After some fifty or so strokes, Yvonne had been reduced to an inhuman blubbering wreck, her body now red and battered, and becoming ever more swollen beneath the raised red marks and abrasions that covered her entire body.
Peter was puffing and panting from the continual effort that he’d been putting into beating his victim. He now paused and admired his work on Yvonne. She had looked so pretty and lovely when he had first started off. Now her eyes were swollen from crying, her face was tear stained, her hair was dishevelled from her threshing about as he had flogged her body, and her lovely, soft body was becoming beautifully damaged.
He stood looking and regaining his breath. Yvonne was still sobbing in her abject misery. Peter’s gaze was attracted to Yvonne’s small breasts with their large nipples. He had landed several blows across her breasts, and he now considered that it would be fun to concentrate on them and beat them to a pulp.
During this momentary interval, Yvonne had regained a little composure even though she continued sobbing pathetically. One would expect any other woman to plead for her release, but in fact Yvonne made no such plea, no complaint at all, and had simply waited for Peter’s next onslaught on her body. Her pleas for mercy during the beating were automatic responses to self preservation, but in between, Yvonne accepted that it was her role to be nothing more than something to be used in this way.
Peter, after surveying his selection of whips, this time took up a cruel, multi-stranded flogger and took deliberate aim right across Yvonne’s chest. The flogger thrashed down, the many leather strands splaying out so that they thrashed over a wide area of the soft, white flesh of Yvonne’s breasts. She gave an awful howling wail and threshed about in an effort to break free. Peter liked this and began flogging Yvonne’s tits from different angles, watching the many leather strands impacting into the flesh as they struck with force.
Thirty or forty blows had Yvonne screaming with the unbearable pain that filled her body. Her tits were battered, swollen, and covered in terrible red abrasions.
Peter once more surveyed his work and considered that Yvonne’s arms and legs were, as yet, relatively unscathed. He immediately set to work with a flat leather belt to rectify this situation, systematically belting all the way up the arms from Yvonne’s bound wrists, right up to her shoulders, and landing plenty of vicious blows right into the armpits.
Once both arms were red and battered, he then took the riding crop and turned his attention to Yvonne’s legs, beating them cruelly from all different directions and angles, and paying particular attention to the back of her knees and right up in her oh so tender groin.
Peter loved the frantic, uncontrolable screaming and howling that Yvonne made in her agony. She was beginning to go a little hoarse from all of this screaming, but, to Peter, it just lent a sexiness to her voice when she intermittently pleaded with him to stop.
Peter realised that he too was becoming a bit dry in the throat after all of his work on Yvonne. He glanced at his watch and realised that he had been working on this slut for almost two hours. He realised that he was both hungry and thirsty so he left Yvonne sobbing in her pain and misery, and went off for a brief moment to get himself a drink.
Yvonne lay there and eventually stopped sobbing and began to regain some sanity. She raised her head as much as she could, and looked down over her swollen, lacerated body, her damaged breasts, and her beaten arms and legs.
She considered how stupid she was to allow herself to be used for this sort of thing, and yet, at the same time she was filled with satisfaction that she drove men to use her in this way. Her body was so very sore, she ached all over, and she felt dazed and groggy. In spite of this she still felt a sexual satisfaction in her pain.
Yvonne drifted into a sort of reverie. She was suddenly aroused by the sound of Peter’s voice as he once more stood over her.
“You sexy little cunt,” he said, grinning broadly.
“Thank you,” Yvonne softly whispered as she looked up at him.
“Ready for more of the same,” he asked, grinning even wider.
Yvonne said nothing in reply, torn between the strong desire to be released and allowed to go home, and the wilfully perverted desire to be used further for these sadistic pursuits.
She knew anyway, that her answer would be totally meaningless as Peter would do whatever he wanted regardless of her reply.
Yvonne’s heart sank as she watched Peter take up the heavy leather, brass studded belt that he had previously told her of.
“Oh God, no,” she wailed pitifully. “No! No! That is too cruel, too brutal,” she cried pleadingly.
Anyone else would have been so moved by the tone of Yvonne’s plea, that they would have released her immediately, but not so Peter. He was stimulated to further extremes of cruelty by Yvonne’s heartfelt plea.
Crash! The first blow with the heavy belt came down across her midriff. Yvonne screamed and then her screaming went into a frantic pleading to be spared. She just could not take this ghastly, horrible thrashing with the studded belt.
Peter ignored her and continued to flog and scourge Yvonne’s body as she screamed and wrenched violently at her bonds. She was screaming, howling, wailing, completely out of her mind with the pain being inflicted upon her.
“Oh yes, yes! Go you fucking little whore!” Peter gloated, thrilled and getting more and more excited at the way that Yvonne was now being driven mad. Her frantic, uncontrollable screaming was driving him on, exciting him, thrilling him, gorging him with lust at the wild, frantic heaving and screeching of his victim.
More and more blows rained down. Harder and harder. Faster and faster. More and more violent. Indiscriminately lashing all over Yvonne’s body. He stood astride her and brought the heavy, studded belt down between Yvonne’s spread thighs and right across her exposed, gaping pussy. Yvonne’s screams were piercing. Again and again he thrashed between her legs with wild abandon. Yvonne’s face was contorted with pain and terror as she screamed and screamed and screamed.
Peter became more and more excited and out of control with Yvonne’s crazed reactions to his viciously sadistic belting. “You stupid, fucking, whore, cunt,” he lustful snarled as he put every effort into his work.
Finally, not through any feeling of mercy or compassion, but simply because of his desire to fuck this slut, Peter threw the belt aside and, getting between her naked thighs, he mounted Yvonne’s battered body and fucked her in a frenzy of lust.
For Yvonne, even though she loved fucking, this was continued torture as her pussy had been so badly mutilated by the heavy, studded belt thrashing onto it.
Peter’s fucking lasted only a short time before he filled Yvonne with his sperm. He then let his heavy body fall in sexual exhaustion onto the top of Yvonne’s petite body.
After a few minutes rest, Peter released Yvonne’s hands and then began fingering her pussy, slowly working four and five fingers into her already wet and slippery fuck pit.
A bit of lubrication assisted him in sliding two fingers up her ass at the same time.
Yvonne began to sigh and moan softly and her hands went down and stretched her vulva out to assist Peter in working on her pussy.
Soon she was moaning lustfully and gently rocking her hips in a fucking motion as Peter finger fucked her two holes and beginning to use a little pressure so that not only five fingers were entering Yvonne’s pussy, but also the main knuckles of his hand were beginning to press in and stretch her vagina wide.
Peter kept telling her that she was a “little whore, a bitch, a stupid fucking cunt,” and other demeaning terms. It appeared that Yvonne accepted all of those things as being true of her as her lust and sexual excitement rose ever higher.
“I’m going to get my fist right up your whore’s cunt,” Peter told her spitefully as he began to force the widest part of his fist into Yvonne’s sloppy pussy. She moaned and groaned and pumped her pussy like a whore as Peter strove to force his fist all the way inside her body.
Yvonne was panting and gasping, one hand mauling her breasts while the other worked around Peter’s hand in her pussy. She was lusting like a nympho and the sensations in her body rapidly drove her towards orgasm.
“Ah yes,” Peter laughed with satisfaction as his entire fist finally forced its way up into Yvonne’s body so that her pussy closed around his wrist.
Yvonne was rapidly loosing all control and she moaned like a whore, panting and gasping as she heaved her hips and fucked her pussy onto Peter’s fist.
Peter withdrew his fingers from Yvonne’s ass and clapped his large hand over Yvonne’s mouth and nose so as to suffocate her as she raced to orgasm.
Yvonne began to thrash around on the bed, partly from the orgasmic sensations which continued to drive her crazy, and partly from the fact that she was being suffocated. Her struggles were of course to no avail, how could a little thing like her do anything to resist Peter who was big and strong.
Yvonne’s eyes began to open wider into a frightened stare. She threshed her arms about and her chest heaved as she struggled for a breath of air. In spite of suffocating her hands kept finding their way down to her pussy, mauling around it as Peter continually dragged his clenched fist out, before slowly pumping it back into this whore’s body.
Yvonne’s combined lusting and fighting suddenly became weak and Peter knew that she was losing consciousness. He waited a minute more, watching Yvonne’s eyes roll so that the whites showed only. He then reluctantly released his grip over her face and noted her intake of air and gasping breaths.
Yvonne lay there gasping and semi-senseless. Peter looked down at her face, still very pretty even though her eyes were puffy from crying and her make-up streaked by her tears. He considered for a moment and then drew back his fist and punched her hard on one eye.
Yvonne let out a wail as her head jerked backwards in her semi-stupor.
Peter took hold of a fistful of hair and held her head upright while, with the other fist clenched tight, he continued to punch Yvonne’s face until her eyes were beginning to puff up, her cheeks were red, and her lips broken and swelling.
Peter grinned as he looked at his handiwork. This slut is such a pretty little thing that it’s fun to disfigure her, he considered.
Yvonne was beginning to regain consciousness and her hands went to her pussy and her fingers began to slide through her sloppy wetness and masturbate.
Peter looked down on her battered and lacerated body, marvelling that this slut’s sex drive still urged her on in spite of the violence that he’d used on her.
Her fingertips slipped and slid between her vulva, caressing, rubbing, stretching. Now her fingers began to slip inside her pussy, seeking out her clitoris and gently sliding her fingers up and down on either side of it, stimulating herself into little sighing gasps of pleasure. She began to lift her pussy, pumping it onto her fingers in a fucking motion, slowly at first but gradually becoming more and more vigorous as her lust rose and her fingers began to work frantically at her pussy.
Now she was sighing, moaning, groaning, lusting as she brought herself ever closer to orgasm.
Peter knelt beside her and taking Yvonne’s small breasts in his large hands, he began to squeeze and twist them cruelly.
Yvonne was now gasping both at her orgasmic feelings as well as the pain which Peter was causing her to suffer. She nevertheless continued masturbating frantically, now groaning and moaning as her body was racked with sensational feelings.
Yvonne was rapidly reaching a state where her whole being was centred in the orgasm that raced through every fibre of her body. Peter began slapping her face so that her head was knocked this way and that. Yvonne took it all as she heaved and moaned and gasped until the sensations of her climax became so extreme that she could take no more and fell back gasping and shuddering.
Peter slapped her face, which was now terribly bruised and swollen, then began to stroke his huge, hard cock until another lot of his sperm spurted forth all over Yvonne’s face.
Yvonne lay there looking up through swollen, puffy, tear stained eyes at Peter.
“You fucking little whore,” Peter sneered as he looked down at her.
The hands on the small clock on the bedside table, indicated that Yvonne’s husband would soon be arriving to collect his beaten and battered wife.

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The Epic First Time

Blair and Liam have been in love since Blair’s senior year of highschool. After a month of living together, Blair is finally ready to give up her virtue.

Not given a chance (chapter 6) final chapter

Miles wins the lottery and decides to make his dream a reality! (This is my first story please be nice πŸ˜› I encourage you to criticize though) this series is absolutely fake as far as I know it’s all my imagination.