The new Jr manager
Carrie makes it plain what she will do to get the job.
Carrie makes it plain what she will do to get the job.
Another chapter written, please enjoy. For those who have been following the story thank you, the same for those who have left me comment. As for the person who left the email in the comment, it was no good, I got an unable to send message when I entered it. I suggest signing up to the forums on this site for free and I’ll be able to PM you through them. I have a few other tales and stories to tell within this world and once I reach a point where this tale can be reasonably stopped for a while I will be doing so, but I will give a heads up to my readers before hand. There are other characters and Supernatural races I’m sure you’d like to meet in this same world, and even some of them here in Vegas as well as that was the setting for many of our games that inspired the stories I’m writing.
Sindee and I met with her parents for a late breakfast before spending the day playing tourist on The Strip with them. For those you who aren’t familiar, The Strip is the unofficial name for Las Vegas Boulevard. We visited casinos, did some shopping, pretty much just spent the day with her parents. Letting them get to know me and I them. It was a good day; however I was very distracted by everything that had happened the day before. My mind kept going back to the fact that Sindee could be dead because of me and the fact that she’s in more danger now than ever before. Mages hide that we exist for a multitude of reasons. Not even all the other Supernatural Beings believe we exist, those that do want to kill or control us. I checked my phone for texts, emails or anything from Marcus every time we stopped for more than a few seconds. This behavior did not go unnoticed.
We had stopped in at the Mirage to visit the white tiger habitat when Sindee’s mother stopped me as her husband and daughter entered the hall before us. She turned, tilted her head so she was looking me in the eyes, “Andrew, you seem very distracted today. You keep checking your phone every 20 minutes, and you’ve been looking around like you expect someone to jump out and attack you at any second.” She just stood there staring me in the eyes, waiting for an answer.
“I’m waiting to hear back from a researcher on an important matter in why I can’t stop looking at my phone. As for the wariness or watchfulness; we told you how Sindee and I met initially and it relates back to that. I’ve been a little paranoid in large crowds since then,” I replied in a quiet tone. While not entirely true, there was enough of the truth in that answer that I didn’t feel guilty for lying to her.
She gave me one of those appraising looks that only mothers really know how to do properly before she replied. “I know what you just said is mostly true, however you’ve left something out of what you’ve told me. I don’t expect you to tell me all your secrets, but you best make sure that my little girl doesn’t get hurt.” In her words and tone I realized where a lot of Sindee’s strength came from. I also now knew not to underestimate this woman again.
“Sindee’s life and well-being matter more to me than anything, including my own life. She is also a strong, powerful woman whose love I will never take for granted.” I said this to her without any reservation or attempt to hide any part of my emotions.
She stared into my eyes for another few seconds before replying, “I believe you.” With that we strolled slowly along the habitat. By the time we caught up to Sindee and her father it was as though nothing was said. I made a mental not to find out what field of research Sindee’s parents were in. I’ve never had anyone, even those who knew me well; call me on a lie so casually.
I could bore you with details about the rest of our day, but since you can look up Vegas tours and travel ideas on the internet I won’t. During dinner that evening we spoke about their vacation and when we planned to hold the wedding ceremony which we haven’t figured out yet. Her father was a bit of a traditionalist and insisted on taking care of the wedding despite all my protests. I managed to get him to agree to share the costs, he could take care of the ceremony costs and I’d handle guests and reception costs. This agreement was acceptable to him. I would have preferred, just as I’m sure he would have, to take care of the entire wedding myself; however when Sindee kicked me under the table I decided a compromise was reasonable. I’m willing to bet that her parents had a similar exchange of opinion as well.
When we got home at the end of the day, Marcus still hadn’t called me back on anything. I didn’t expect him to have any information so quickly but one can hope. As we walked to the front door I stopped at my car and pulled out a small locked case, Sindee gave me an inquiring look as we headed in. I walked into the dining room and set the case on the table. I pulled out my keys to unlock it as Sindee stepped up beside me. The case held a few items that could be used for protection, the two obvious ones were a pair pistols that I’ve been lucky enough to have used only at the firing range so far. First time I got shot pissed me off so I purchased my own protection. They were not, however, what I wanted from the case. This was a converted rifle case holding the pistols and a few other useful items, and I was after some of those. Quite often Magick is not the best tool for a mundane situation. I pulled out 2 packets of single use pop alarms. If you’ve never seen them, they are designed for over the road travel to be placed on the door and windows of hotel rooms in the event someone tries to open them. They are a lot like a fire cracker in they have a small charge that does nothing more than make a high decibel noise to warn the person who set them up. I placed a few on the front and back doors and on the door and windows in our bedroom. If anyone tried to get in, we’d hear them. I placed the extras back in the case and relocked it. “I’ve led an interesting life before we met the second time as you heard from some of the stories Marcus and I told you. I’m going to need to take care of the current problem before we start your training because we need to keep the fact that either of us are mages quiet. If they somehow know that the assassin managed to shoot me they’ll assume I had a spell hanging to save myself if they even know I’m a Mage. In the morning I’m going to make sure the letter is safe and open it to read the so called warning. I’m then going to hunt down those who sent him into our home and put you in danger.”
She was still looking at the case sitting on the table, “I understand that you’ve had an,” She paused for a few seconds, “interesting life since our first meeting. I would however like to know why you actually have guns when you can use Magick?”
It was time for her first lesson, the differences between coincidental and vulgar Magick and the need for mundane weapons. “While we have access to and the ability to shape Magick to complete our goals, we have to be careful to hide that ability. Hiding our powers is only related to avoiding the scrutiny of government agencies in a minor way. The prime reality is consensual, meaning that things exist at only because the general population consents that these things are truth. The greater reality is that other things do exist, and keep themselves hidden. The difference between a Mage using magic and the other supernatural creatures using their abilities is that those abilities are still constrained by the limits of the real world. Vampires can control people only so far as reality will let them. As a Mage we can ignore reality to a point, bending it to our will. Doing so has drawbacks, the more you bend or outright break the laws of reality the more likely you are to suffer a backlash for it. Magick should blend with the consented reality as much as possible. What we did yesterday, your healing my wounds, Marcus cleaning the entryway and my changing out clothes are all what we call vulgar magick. Things that break reality instead of blending with it fall into the category of vulgar spells. We were able to use them in here because I’ve been building wards here to allow the practice of Magick without interference from the consensus unless there were sleepers here to see it. Marcus taught me how to use blades while he trained me and I still prefer knives and swords over firearms. As we train you it will not only be in how to use Magick, but how to combine it with mundane fighting and to make that usage invisible to witnesses.”
“Andrew, you know I’m a doctor and that I take my Hippocratic Oath very seriously. I’ll learn to defend myself and help you how I can, but first and foremost I’m still a doctor. I will not intentionally set out to harm others.” She had a determined look on her face when she said this.
“I understand what you’re saying and agree with it for the most part. I don’t go out looking for trouble, but when it comes to my front door and endangers the woman I love I’m going to end that trouble. I’m not looking to kill or main anyone or anything, I just want them to know coming after me or mine is a bad life choice. Learning to use the weapons will aid you in a few ways. Learning to use a weapon will aid in teaching you to defend yourself against it both through mundane and Magick methods. As a doctor, seeing firsthand how they inflict damage will help you learn how to treat trauma cases that come to you with similar injuries. And finally, it will make me feel better about your ability to protect yourself, making me just protective instead of overprotective.”
I started her training on how to use sensory Magick that night. I started her actively using sensory spells from the Life Sphere to get her sure about her senses in a field she had knowledge of. I learned a lot more about living things from bacteria to bed bugs than I think I ever wanted to. Kind of puts a damper on any romantic ideas when a doctor explains the intricacies of dust mites and bed bugs. I didn’t sleep very well that night and now had new spells to work on for the house when it was finished being built. Like I’ve said, being a Mage isn’t all fun a games. Sometimes you learn things you never wanted to know about.
I’d say I woke early the next morning but since I didn’t really sleep we’ll just say I got working at around 4 in the morning. I took a quick shower and dressed for my morning workout which I had skipped since coming to Vegas. Getting shot put me back in the mind set of paranoia, meaning I needed to get back to some of my old routines. Sindee was awake by the time I came out of the bathroom. I walked over to her as she sat up in the bed and leaned down to kiss her, “Good morning my love. I’m getting ready to go for a morning run. Join me?”
She got up and jumped in for a quick shower. Her workout attire was a pair of tight runner’s shorts that fit her like a second skin and a sports bra. She was a gorgeous woman and I knew no one would notice me while we were running together. I’m not going to say that I don’t get jealous, but I knew with Sindee there was no need. We loved each other in ways words couldn’t express and unlike some who say those words; we had the proof from when our minds were linked through Magick. Besides, being a typical guy I knew how much some of the people watching her would envy me and that did stroke my ego some. “I’m ready to go.”
I let her set the pace for the run which was my first mistake. The second was letting her pick the course as well. The pace was quick for her but forced me to shorten my gait to maintain speed with her. While this was good exercise as it caused me to use muscles differently than normal, however it caused them to burn and hurt sooner than my usual runs. As for the course she picked, it started off with a run uphill towards the foothills surrounding the area. Then she started picking a path where her shorter stride and height allowed her to travel easier. I on the other hand kept brushing against decorative trees or tangling my legs up in the brush. I liked this competitive side of her, even if she was trying to kill me. We had been running for about a mile when we turned back towards the house. Both of us were showing signs of exhaustion due to the time it’s been since we last exercised like this. The heat of the desert was new to me as well. I was starting to cramp due to dehydration from the heat by the time we got back to the house. After some cool down exercises and stretching we jumped into the shower again and got ready for the day.
I checked my phone before we left the house and headed for the construction site for our new home. The basement had be dug out and framed and the foundation for the rest of the house had been poured. I spoke to the foreman, getting an estimate of the construction time for the different stages. Marcus finally sent me text saying that he had preliminary information on the ring and the seal. We left and headed for the Campus.
When we arrived it was to see Marcus on the dorm steps flirting as usual. The surprise came when I saw the young woman with who he was flirting, Kyra. I couldn’t say I was totally surprised to see her, we were told she was a student here. Marcus walked over to the car with Kyra trailing behind him. He walked around to the driver side to speak with me while Kyra waited nearby. “Hey Andrew, I found a few possibilities for the symbols. It’s nothing definitive but possible, some of the options much worse than others.”
“How about the short list of the most likely and as it is likely the same list, the worst of the possibilities,” I replied grimacing.
“First two options are the Order of Hermes and or House Tremere.” My face must have shown how much I appreciated this news, which happened to be none. The Order of Hermes was one of the Traditions, or organized groups of Mages that focused on a particular Sphere. House Tremere just so happens to be a Major Clan and Bloodline among the Vampires. What makes the matter of their involvement worse is they are fallen Order of Hermes Mages who were trying to increase their power and became Vampires, and they are Masters of Blood Magic, a practice of Vampiric powers that can mimic to an extent the powers of true magick without the risk of a backlash. If those were the first two options I didn’t want to know the rest.
I dropped my eyes from his face and shook my head, “If that is the first two, what are the rest Marcus?”
I knew the next words her spoke were going to just ruin my day because he took a deep breath before speaking. “Next options come from the Illuminati, the Freemason societies. Your issues there aren’t as bad as the final possibility, the Technocracy.” I knew I wasn’t going to like the answer. The Illuminati was a group of rogue mages, nothing overly frightening, but they had numbers. The Freemasons were a slight issue as we still hadn’t figured everything out with them. We believe they are an organization of mortals and that there are fully mortal, but some of the Templars who left the Masonic tradition are hunters. The Technocracy is the bad one, I’d rather it be the Vampires. The Technocracy is the other side of the Ascension War and they wanted all free Mages captured and controlled or Dead. The thing that made them the worst threat is they had the power to do just that.
“Marcus, you’ll probably never hear these words again. I’d prefer the entire Vampire population of this city to be after me rather than the Technocracy. Here’s to hoping for good luck for a change.” The irony of calling a Clan of Vampires after me good luck did not escape me. The only thing I had going for me at that moment is that the Technocracy was unlikely, they have the power to stop Mages and wouldn’t have used such an ineffective weapon. “Thank you again. I’m going to go check out the letter and open it; I’ll let you know what it says later. You take that girl there and get her lunch as she might just be your type.” With that I waved to Kyra and pulled out of the dorm parking area and headed for the I-15 South. I figured heading out of town to the south would keep us out of the werewolf pack’s territory.
While we were driving I had Sindee work on her sensory Magick. I had her try to focus on forces as driving can cause a lot to sense. There was the kinetic energy from the movement, the heat caused by friction as the vehicles moved through the air, and more. Her aptitude for Life would make training in that sphere easier than the rest, she didn’t seem to have an existing talent for Forces though and that would make teaching her to sense it more difficult.
I drove until we were out in the open between the Vegas Valley and the Stateline area. I didn’t know what to expect from the letter which is why I was treating it like a WMD. Once we got out to the old Nevada Landing Hotel used to be I pulled off into the parking area. As the placed has been closed it gave us a conveniently private location where I could work. I pulled around to the back area of property where the pavement ended and the desert started again. We got out of the car and I pulled the letter out looking again at the archaic seal. Considering all the possibilities of where the letter came from I wanted to thoroughly examine this letter with all the spheres. I knew where I was strongest and my weaknesses, I also knew Sindee was a naturally powerful life Mage. I guess it was time to teach her how to work a spell in conjunction with another Mage. Crash courses in Magick are not recommended, it’s like teaching bomb disposal to a nervous individual with a live nuke. Sometimes you just do what you need to get things done. I told her to focus in her mind a firm image of the envelope and seal, hold the image in her mind until it was as real there as it was to her eyes. Then I told her pull her power through the Avatar connection and wrap the Magick around the envelope and hold it there letting it infuse the envelope’s pattern with Prime energy. As I’ve explained Prime is the sphere dealing the nature of Magick itself.
While she had the envelope wrapped in her Magick I touched my Avatar pulling the power through to prepare for the spell. The energy flowed faster and easier that it had before, a benefit of the seeking I assumed. I reached my mind out for Sindee’s not to connect to her but to connect to the spell she had already woven in her mind. I wrapped my power around her spell using the Prime Sphere to alter the two spells, binding our powers together. I bound my strengths on Time, Entropy and Forces to her senses; then had her repeat what I did with her strengths. As I had already discovered she was a powerful Life Mage and would be a Master of that sphere in short order, she was also talented in Matter and Correspondence spheres. I wove in my knowledge of the remaining spheres and since I had Sindee running the initial spell I told her how to infuse the envelope with the Magick so we could sense any power that wasn’t ours.
As the power passed into and through the letter and seal we found no hint of true Magick beyond our own. We did find that there was old dried blood inside as well as some kind of Spirit bound to the seal. I had only limited knowledge of altering spirits via Magick so I chose a simple spell to release the spirit before we broke the seal it was bound to. The blood gave me a clue as to who I was going to have the problem with but wouldn’t be confirmed until I read the letter.
I broke the seal and started reading the letter; by know you may have guessed that it was written in blood. Got to love the overly morbid Vampires of House Tremere; Blood Magic being their specialty would make my life interesting from here on in. The bloodsucker I killed in my hotel must have been one of theirs. They didn’t name me as a Mage in the letter so I hoped I still had some surprises in store for them. I was going to find the being who sent me the letter and handle things from there. It was time to find a local Elysium, I needed to find some info and it had to be from someone who knew what was going on the greater world. An Elysium is best explained as neutral territory. Using and powers within these places on anyone unwilling was not a good idea. Think of it like some rough bars that had a “You pull it, you eat it” policy on weapons. From my tale and explanation you have an idea of just how powerful Mages and some of the Supernaturals are. Imagine how powerful the individuals who run and enforce the rules in these places must be and you’ll know why the rules aren’t broken very often.
We headed back into town; I called Marcus and asked him if he wanted to come to lunch with us. He asked if he could bring Kyra with him. I liked her when we met and his voice sounded like he would decline to go if she couldn’t join him so the answer was an easy yes. We got back in to town around 2 and headed for the campus to pick them up. We picked them up and headed down to the Carnegie Deli for a nice mean for all of us. The conversation was great and Marcus couldn’t keep his eyes off of Kyra for more than a minute or two at a time. Her tall athletic build with the dirty blonde hair and blue eyes was attractive, her personality was even more so. She had a great sense of humor and was witty. That wasn’t the look he was giving her however. I recognized the look on his face as the one everyone accused me of when Sindee was in the room. I told all three of them who I figured the warning came from, explaining to Sindee and Kyra what House Tremere was. Kyra knew of Vampires and I’ll tell you, judging by her reaction, that Vampires and Werewolves got along better in the Underworld Movies than in reality. Unfortunately Kyra didn’t know where there may have been an Elysium in the city. I had my work cut out for me if I were to try to find one.
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The following story is entirely true and contains explicit descriptions of sexual activity between adult males. READ NO FURTHER if you are under the age of eighteen or offended by such material.
READING ALLOWED, Part 4
By lamignonne and Zenmackie
He made her put the collar on herself. He showed her how to open the clasp with the Allen key and watched her fix the steel band around her neck. It fit perfectly—snug against her skin but not tight enough to constrict her breathing in any way. He pocketed the key and just watched her as she knelt at his feet, feeling the collar with her hands and getting used to its weight. After a quiet, tense minute, during which he was sure she was contemplating the seriousness of the decision she’d just made—and, he had no doubt, getting hornier by the second—he reached down and clipped the chain leash to her collar.
He took a step back and gave the leash a vicious yank, pitching Marie forward onto her hands and knees. She gasped and her hand went involuntarily to her neck. She looked up at him and her face, small and pale above the shiny uncompromising steel, revealed her hurt feelings. “Just making sure it works, princess,” he said in reply, smiling cruelly. He pulled steadily on the leash and she followed him, crawling, over to a padded spanking bench assembled in the middle of the store. He sat down and she settled at his feet.
Marie was exhausted. Her thoughts and feelings had been rioting since that morning, and it was taking its toll on her. She knew she’d made the right decision when she agreed to wear his collar, but her life had changed so irrevocably and so fast—she couldn’t assimilate the joy and confusion that flooded her. Her pussy and asshole burned where he’d so roughly fingered them. The slight pain only made her hornier.
For she was horny again, almost unbearably so. The way he’d manhandled her, the feel of the slave collar around her neck, the crawling, all had their inevitable effect and by now she could feel her wetness starting to coat her inner thighs. Her nipples, still recovering from having been clamped for an hour or more, were hard and throbbing. How badly she wanted him to touch her again, to hold her like he had before… She rubbed her head against his leg, instinctively seeking comfort.
“Sit up and look at me,” he snapped, sounding irritated. Marie rushed to obey him, remembering to spread her thighs, hoping he’d notice and be pleased.
But his voice was cold as he went on, “Now for your punishment.”
She looked so dismayed it was comical. He would have laughed if this hadn’t been an important moment. He had to make good on his promise to make her suffer right away, or she might not take him seriously.
Marie felt her stomach sink. She’d been so hoping he’d take her in his arms, hold her down and fuck her thoroughly. Hadn’t he punished her well enough for her two transgressions? She’d thought the panties over her face and in her mouth, the clamps on her nipples, being left uncomfortably bound and alone in the bookstore hallway had been her punishment. What had she done now?
As if reading her thoughts, he was saying, “I think you learned your lesson about following my directions precisely, and maybe even about coming without permission.” He paused for effect. “But you’ve completely neglected to thank me for your gift.”
Marie’s hands flew to her collar and grasped it tightly, afraid he might take it away from her. An instant later, however, she threw herself down, her forehead touching the tips of his shoes and her palms to the floor on either side of him. “I’m so sorry, Master,” she said to the floor, “I didn’t mean to be ungrateful.” She raised her face to look up at him. “Thank you, Master,” she whispered, “for the most wonderful, precious gift I’ve ever been given. I know I don’t deserve it, especially now when I’ve been so thoughtless.” She rose up onto her knees and seized his hands. “Please, please punish me, Sir, as I deserve.” She released his hands and prostrated herself before him again.
He was glad she wasn’t looking at him, because he was a little shocked. He never expected her to attain this level of submissiveness this soon. He didn’t know if she was just being clever, trying to think of the right things to say to mollify him, or if she really meant it—but either way, it was an impressive apology. It also made him hard as a rock.
He stood up and said, “Get up,” and to his relief his voice sounded disgusted. She rose shakily, keeping her eyes downcast. He studied her face for a couple of seconds but he still couldn’t tell if she’d been sincere in her apology or what she was thinking. Well, in a few minutes all her thoughts would be focused on the pain of her ass.
In truth, he wasn’t angry with her, or even really disappointed—she’d learn. But he’d been waiting all evening to really enjoy his new little submissive, and now his body was straining to possess her. “All right, princess,” he said finally, indicating the spanking bench. “Climb aboard.”
Marie looked at the contraption with trepidation. He had been sitting on a cushioned platform, about three feet off the ground. To one side of it, about a foot lower, were two skinnier, longer platforms, about two or three feet apart and angled outward. On the other side were another two platforms, a little shorter and about shoulder-width apart. An intimidating collection of straps and cuffs dangled from several points.
Satisfied that she’d figured it out, Marie gingerly approached the bench. Kneeling carefully on the long padded rests, she aligned her hips with the middle platform and bent forward until she could place her forearms on the arm rests. As soon as she was in place, her instincts screamed at her to jump up and get off this thing. She’d never felt so exposed, even when she’d been bound and naked in the parking lot earlier. She started to tremble. Why, once he strapped her down he’d be able to do anything he wanted to her, and she would be helpless to resist.
He, on the other hand, was delighted with the way she looked on the bench. His friend Theo had adjusted it to his specifications earlier that evening, and her petite frame fit perfectly. Her arms were supported from her hands to her elbows, her legs from her knees to her ankles, while her small bare feet hung in the air off the end of the leg rests, her toes pointing at the floor. The main platform supported her hips and stomach, but her breasts hung free, almost beckoning him to do things to them. The arm rests were low enough that her ass was pointed enticingly upwards, while her legs were kept spread and angled apart, giving him access to her crotch and inner thighs. His heart pounded at the sight, and he knew she’d look even sexier when she was strapped down.
With that thought in mind, he began to efficiently fasten the straps and cuffs to her body. There were cuffs for her ankles and wrists, pinning them securely to the arm and leg rests. Additional straps went around the backs of her knees, her arms near the elbow, and her waist. He pulled them all very tight, knowing that when he was done she wouldn’t be able to so much as wiggle. When he was done he stepped back and looked at her, slowly circling her helpless form. The black cuffs and straps contrasted delightfully with her pale skin, the dusky pink color of her nipples and pussy also standing out. The angle of the leg rests pulled her buttocks and pussy lips apart slightly and tightened the skin over the whole area, making it more sensitive to punishment. He swore he could see her pussy twitching, clear moisture seeping slowly and steadily from it, making her plump labia look shiny and enticing. It was a vision.
He stepped around to her front, where she kept her head down, her hair falling around her face. “Look at me,” he commanded and she did, her wide eyes and flushed cheeks betraying her nervousness and her arousal. “Do you remember reading me your favorite book last night?”
“Yes, Sir,” she whispered, her stomach tightening as she wondered where this was leading.
“In that chapter, what happened to the princess?’
“She—she was sp-spanked, in the tavern in the inn,” Marie stammered.
“Spanked with what, princess?”
Her heart pounding, Marie struggled to get her voice to cooperate. He reached out and pinched one of her sore nipples. When he started twisting it, she finally cried, “A—a paddle, Sir!”
He released her nipple, saying, “That’s right.” He smiled wolfishly, adding, “I’m sure you can guess what’s going to happen to you.”
He took a step towards her, adding, “But not just yet.” He reached out and smoothed her hair away from her face with his hands, pausing to massage her temples gently with his thumbs, soothing her. “Not…just…yet,” he repeated softly, as if to himself. He opened and unzipped his pants and pushed them down to his thighs. Then he took his cock in his hand and began to rub it across Marie’s face.
“Mmmm…” His eyes were intense, his expression deeply focused as if he was an artist and her face the canvas he was painting. Sometimes he used just the very tip to make delicate little patterns around her eyes and other times he would press its entire length against her face, seizing her head and grinding it roughly back and forth against him. Marie knew she had to be utterly still, to continue to meet his gaze, even though she was dying to take him into her mouth, especially when he began to rub the head across her lips.
She got her wish, although not in the way she had hoped, when he used his hands to pull her jaws apart and shoved his cock into her mouth–as if she were not a person at all, nothing but a convenient hole for him to fuck.
His face was as cold and dispassionate as his movements were brutally lustful. He pushed his cock down her throat and held it until she began choke and gag, then withdrew just long enough for her to gasp for breath before pushing into her again, over and over.
Marie whimpered, tears running down her face, as she choked and tried desperately to relax her throat enough to accommodate him. Her body of its own accord writhed helplessly against her bonds until she felt as if every muscle was about to be torn loose. And her pussy…oh god, her pussy was dripping!
At the very edge of her peripheral vision she could still make out his face during those few seconds when her head wasn’t being forced up and down on his cock. She saw his eyes blaze and his jaw tighten and knew instinctively that he was about to come. So when he pulled out of her mouth and released his grip she raised her eyes to his, holding his gaze as he reached his orgasm and with no more than a single grunt of pleasure began spurting his come onto her face.
Thankfully, he missed her eyes, but Marie could feel the globs of come sliding down her cheeks and forehead. Bound as she was, she couldn’t wipe it off. But he had no intention of it coming off, she realized as, recovering himself, he used his thumbs to gently, carefully smear the deposit across her face, rubbing it into her skin.
“Maybe this time you’ll remember not to wash your face.”
Tears filled Marie’s eyes at the thought of having the sticky residue of his come on her face for hours, days maybe, but she reveled in his cruelty—now only wishing he’d get on with it and fuck her as roughly as she was longing for him to do. But he was going to paddle her first.
He had refastened his pants and walked away, out of her sight. She could hear him touching something on one of the store’s racks. Her body tensed at the sound of wood knocking into wood; her muscles struggled in vain to close her legs. He came back, holding three different paddles by their handles. He thrust them toward her face, saying gruffly, “Choose.”
The sight of the frightening instruments had Marie flexing involuntarily against her bonds again. All three paddles were made of wood, but their properties varied otherwise. One was long and skinny, about an inch thick, with holes bored through it at intervals. The second was broader and shorter, with a long handle. She looked at the third one with distaste. It was dyed a lurid purple color and the paddle at the end of its long handle was shaped like a heart. She remembered vividly her spanking from last night, so she had some idea now of how painful a spanking could be, but that had just been with his hand. This had to be much worse. She wished she had some idea of which would hurt the most. She wished she could read his mind. Was there one he wanted her to pick?
It was taking her too long, she realized suddenly, frantically, just as he grabbed her by the hair and yanked her head up and back. “Didn’t I tell you I expect instant obedience?” he growled, and she hastened to say, “Yes, Sir, I’m sorry… the middle one.”
Without releasing her hair, he brought his face close to hers and said, “Beg me to punish you. Be specific.”
Marie gulped. She squirmed nervously against the straps. “Please…” she whispered, then paused and took a shaky breath. “Please punish me, Sir, for… for forgetting to thank you for my gift.” Her eyes closed as she braced herself for the rest. “Please paddle me, Sir.”It hardly gets better than this, he thought as he watched her pretty, expressive face, still shiny with his come; saw the eager, apprehensive look in her big green eyes as she begged him to hit her bound, defenseless body with a wooden paddle. He was glad he’d fucked her face just before; otherwise, it would be a struggle not to take her right now. She was so tempting when she begged.
But first things first. He dropped a kiss on her forehead, murmuring, “Good girl,” then released her hair and stepped around to her rear. He dropped the other two paddles and hefted the one she’d picked in his hand. He wondered if she knew that the longer handle would allow him to swing with more force.
Marie hoped he wouldn’t make her wait forever like he had the night before… but as soon as she completed the thought she felt the smooth wooden edge of the paddle stroking her inner thighs, which were spread and stretched by the spanking bench.
He slid the side of the paddle up against her pussy, making sure to stroke it over her clit, then back up between her buttocks and over the little star of her asshole. He loved the way she gasped and squirmed in her bondage. He’d pulled the straps so tight she could hardly move, only her head remaining free. He stopped teasing her with the paddle, stopping only a moment to notice the gleam of moisture on its surface, and said loudly, “Now, since you obviously need some instruction in manners, princess, I think it’s appropriate for you to thank me after each swat. Don’t you agree?”
“Yes, Sir,” came her quiet, strained voice.
The next sound that came out of her mouth was a yelp of pain– “OWWwww!”–followed by the hiss of her breath through clenched teeth. He had given her no warning whatsoever beyond the whoosh of the paddle just before it struck and she’d been completely unprepared. Oh christ, it had hurt much more than any of his previous spankings. And he was just beginning.
Even though she was still gasping with pain and shock she forced herself to speak. “Th-thank you, Ssssir,” she whispered. “Thank you for p-punishing m-” The second blow cut her off before she could finish, making her head jerk back, and before she could lower it he had seized her by the hair again, yanking it tightly in his fist. “Speak up, you lazy fucking whore!” he yelled.
“Y-y-yes…YES SIR!” She spoke so loudly that her voice echoed in the empty store. She sobbed a couple of times, then continued. “THANK YOU FOR PUNISHING ME, SIR!” Her scalp was on fire, her ass…her…oh god, her pussy was literally throbbing, she could feel it! Then, before she knew what she was saying she burst out, “PLEASE PUNISH ME SOME MORE, SIR!”
If he’d had any remaining doubts about her sexual nature, they were eradicated by her surprising plea. He’d been a little unsure about how she’d take those first couple of blows—they were delivered at about eighty percent of his strength, hard enough to slam her hips forward into the padded bench. The skin on her ass was already glowing a lovely shade of red. But she was enjoying it—glorying in it, even. She looked so incredibly sexual right now. Her eyes were closed so that her long lashes fanned out over her cheeks; her head was drawn back by his grip on her hair, exposing the smooth lines of her throat and accentuating the slave collar she wore; her breasts with their swollen tips were thrust forward as her back arched. There were little beads of sweat at her hairline. His innocent little submissive—she was lost in pleasure as he punished her.
He released her hair, taking a step back for better aim. “You greedy slut!” he growled, a touch of humor in his voice, but she didn’t notice it, too busy absorbing the blow that followed his words. And then another, before she’d managed to choke out a thank you. As she started to gasp out the words, he swatted her again, and she lost her breath. Finally he paused and she cried out, “Thank you, sir, thank you thank you!” She didn’t know if he was counting, but Marie wasn’t taking any chances.
He dropped the paddle and put his hands on her ass cheeks, feeling the heat of her skin. He ran his fingernails lightly over them and watched her struggle in her bonds, her feet flexing helplessly. “Tell me you’re my slut,” he ordered, his voice roughened by his burgeoning arousal. He looked at her asshole, exposed and surrounded by the bright red skin of her ass. He eased his thumb into it, unable to resist.
Marie moaned at the invasion, her ass clamping down on his thumb as her pussy clenched involuntarily, grabbing at the empty air. She’d die if he didn’t fuck her. “God, yes, I’m your slut, Sir, I’m your slut!” She almost screamed the last words. “Please, please fuck me! Oh, fuck me, Sir, PLEASE!” She pictured him standing behind her, between her helplessly spread thighs, looking at her, casually raping her ass with his hand. She heard him unzipping his pants again and strained against the strap, trying to push her ass back towards him in invitation.
He positioned his cock, leaned over her and got a grip on her hair again. “Don’t you dare come,” he snarled close to her ear, then drove into her in one hard thrust.
It was impossible. Marie screamed as his cock filled her all at once and she tumbled into the most intense orgasm of her life. Her body thrashed against her restraints as of she were having a seizure or receiving a huge electrical shock. She screamed again and again. It was too much and it went on, wave after wave, for so long that she was almost afraid that he had somehow triggered an endless orgasm; that she would continue to come like this until she died from it.
He held himself perfectly still, his hands resting lightly on her hips as she jerked and gasped and screamed beneath him. He had been reasonably sure that she would be unable to stop herself from coming, given how utterly, mindlessly aroused she was—which was why he had told her not to, of course. But he was slightly shocked by the how quickly it had happened and by the incredible intensity of her orgasm.
Eventually, though, she settled beneath him and became still. Her breath, still coming in sobs at first, slowly quieted and her head hung down as if she had fainted. Only then did he withdraw his now somewhat softened erection and stand. He tucked himself back into his pants and closed them up again.
He stood for a moment looking down at Marie, pinned like a butterfly on the bench. His. He leaned down and, even though he was fairly sure she wouldn’t feel it, placed a tender kiss at the base of her spine before turning and walking out of the room, returning moments later with a cup of water.
He walked to the front of the bench, where she still lay only semi-conscious, her head lolling slowly back and forth, her sweat-soaked hair hanging in limp strands around it. He let her rest a little longer, waiting until she showed signs of stirring before seizing her hair again, lifting her head up and dashing the water into her face.
As she gasped and spluttered he leaned down, put his face to hers and said harshly, “I told you…not…to…come!” He waited until her still-startled eyes focused on his before adding, “You are going to learn to do as you’re told if it takes all night!”
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It took a few moments to realize that the bed in which I’d awakened belong to Andre Gregory, my editor, and that just a few short hours before, he’d picked me up at Escape, taken me home and fucked me like no man ever had.
Slowly I stirred, still aching and sticky from the night before. But for my fears of how awkward Monday morning at the office would likely be, I’d have relished the way I felt.
Rolling from the admittedly comfortable bed, I began to wander through the house, wondering where Andre might be.
Strolling into the living room, I found Andre sitting on the sofa over which he’d bent me the previous night, positioned on the middle cushion, the exact spot where he’d taken me hard and deep. I stood before him, blushing, bare-assed, my auburn locks tangled with bed head, and he chuckled as he stared at me.
His look made me nervous to the point of fidgeting, and it struck me how unusual, how utterly foreign it felt to be so lacking in confidence.
“Gabi,” he said calmly, that velvet-smooth voice commanding attention, “please go to the kitchen and make a list of things you’ll need while you’re here this weekend and where I can find them in your apartment. While I’m fetching them, I want you to take a bath or shower.”
“But we can’t …” I tried to object before he shushed me and purred, “Please do as I’ve asked.”
My protest came to an abrupt halt, my head nodding at his words as I turned and walked to the kitchen, finding on the counter a pen and notepad on which I scribbled anything that came to mind that I might need during a weekend at my boss’s home.
After several minutes, Andre joined me in the kitchen and couldn’t help himself from teasing me for the list I was compiling, remarking, “You’re not moving in … yet.” My neck snapped as my head turned over my shoulder, my brow arching as I said, “Yet?”
Andre stood there with his arms folded, smiling as he said, “You’ve no idea what I’m thinking, do you?”
“Apparently not,” I replied.
Another chuckle passed through his lips as he reached for the paper on which I’d been writing and tore it from the pad.
“Your keys are in the purse you left in my car last night, I presume,” he asked, and I nodded in return.
“Take your time in the bath,” he said, “I’m going to be awhile.”
His last comment before leaving struck me as unusual. Andre knew where I lived and it wasn’t that far away.
I wandered into the master bath and found myself salivating at the oversized whirlpool tub, and began drawing myself a nice, hot bath, not unlike the one I’d taken before venturing to Escape, but sans the lavender and chamomile salts.
It took some time for such a large tub to fill, but it was worth the wait. The water felt divine as it flowed around me, and my body fell limp as my mind begin to process the previous evening’s events, still trying to figure out how and why I’d let it happen.
Lingering in a tub was something I’d never had to have been encouraged to do. A lengthy, relaxing bath is among life’s little treasures, so my washing was leisurely, meticulous.
How much time had passed by the time Andre returned had escaped me, because I was lost in the tub’s essence, not even caring that my fingers and toes had badly pruned in the warm water. He entered the room, his thick brown lips arching into a wry smile as he saw me lingering in the tub before opening the bag he’d packed for me and finding my shaving cream and razor, handing them to me as he confidently said, “Please shave it before you get out.”
My eyes widened with his words, and I muttered, “Excuse me?”
“You heard me,” Andre smirked. “That thing had better be bald when you come out of that water, or I’ll shave it for you.”
It was at this point I realized that my editor’s intention of fucking me extended well beyond this weekend, having thought the “yet” he’d uttered earlier in the morning was just meant to tease. The feeling inside me was conflicted, a combination of excitement and guilt, of lust and resentment, even a little fear at his confidence, no, dominance.
Andre turned and exited the room, closing the door behind him. I rolled to my hands and knees, then pushed myself up, kneeling in the tub as I reached for the razor and shave cream, doing as he’d told me.
After shaving myself, I crawled out of the tub and dried off, finding my hair dryer and brush on the lavatory counter, right outside the bathroom, and I put them to use, eager to get into some of the clothes I’d listed for Andre to bring me as I dried my hair.
Once my hair was dried, I walked into the bedroom to find the bed made and none of my clothes. I strolled down the hall to find Andre again in the middle of the sofa, right where he’d stuffed me the night before, with a box sitting on the coffee table in front of him.
“My clothes?” I asked, drawing nothing but a snicker from my editor.
“Seriously,” I said, “I can’t spend the weekend naked.”
Ignoring my words, Andre glanced at me and said, “Lay across my lap.”
His words caught me off guard, but as I’d done since last night, I inexplicably obeyed him, stretching out tummy down over his lap, my hands crossed on the cushion to his left with my cheek resting on them, my feet on the cushion to his right.
As soon as I’d found my spot, Andre’s left hand began to caress my head as his right groped my ass, kneading it.
“Gabriella,” he said, his voice taking a more serious tone than I’d heard from him since we’d met at the club. “You’re about to take the first steps down a path like none you’ve ever experienced.”
“We’ve already …” then my reply was interrupted as his hand crashed against my bare ass, the slap’s sound filling the room, drowning out my whimper.
The surprise spank left me struggling to catch my breath when his hand battered my rump again, my body jerking atop his lap as I squealed.
I braced myself, not knowing what he was going to do next, my body relaxing only when he began to rub the ass he’d just left burning with the hard spanks.
My athletic frame remained draped over Andre as he began to speak, his hand still caressing my sore rump.
“I suspect no man has ever treated you as I have, and that last night was the first time you’d taken a black cock.”
My eyes closed as my head nodded and I listened, his hand still gliding over my buns.
“You’ve become a slave to this place, a drone. For the past six months I’ve watched you grow consumed by your work and have found it … disturbing.”
Any objection would have been futile, he was right, just as he had been when he lectured me the night before at Escape. So I laid there across him, still and listening, thankful that he was caressing me and not spanking me.
Minutes passed without him speaking, and it unnerved me, even as his rub had left me in an almost hypnotic state atop him.
Without saying a word, Andre rolled me over, the small of my back arched over his legs. His arms slipped beneath me, lifting and sliding me upward till my butt was on his thighs, leaving my pelvis slightly jutted toward him.
With his right hand, he guided my left leg outward till my foot fell to the floor, then me lead over and began to examine my pussy, silently studying me.
“Very nice,” he said after a few seconds, “a healthy pink with an ever-so-slight brown tint and delightfully protruding labia minora.”
Andre moved his fingertips to my freshly-shaved mound, gliding over it with small, gentle circles. The sensation tickled, and made me squirm. Beneath me, his cock began to awaken and my thoughts shifted from my pelvis’ tingle to just how full I’d felt with him in me the night before, before the words, “All weekend long,” flashed in my brain again.
My eyes closed, my left foot still on the floor and my right leg now bent at the knee. Andre’s hand slid from my mons to my pussy, all four of his fingers slowly, methodically flowing around and through my labia. I lifted my right hand to my mouth, inserting the forefinger and gently biting it as he teased me, his prick becoming more and more noticeable beneath my ass.
“All weekend long,” he’d said to me in that voice of his, his words from the night before now echoing in my mind repeatedly.
Andre rolled me off his lap and I stood in front of the sofa as he leaned forward and peeled off his t-shirt before he arched upward and slid out of his shorts. His feet moved outward and I knew what he wanted – what he expected – of me.
As I kneeled between his legs, the reason for my crotch’s lingering ache became obvious. My boss’s prick was a good nine inches long, perhaps closer to ten, and it was thick enough that I wondered if I could wrap my hand completely around it.
It is befitting a man who stands six-foot-three and who looks as if Da Vinci himself had carved him from stone.
Andre relaxed against the sofa’s cushion as I leaned toward him, kissing and lapping at the turgid shaft. After several moments, he scooted forward and my lips moved to his swollen crown, stretching as they enveloped it.
He gasped as my tongue’s tip began to slide back and forth in the cleft on the underside of his head, as it struck me that I’d never get all of him into my mouth. My lips began to descend my mouth simultaneously filled with his dick and my own saliva as I inched further and further down him.
Andre released what sounded like a satisfied purr as his cock filled my mouth and its crown began to gape my throat. Sending my hesitation, he placed his palm on the back of my head, pressing downward till I gagged hard around his rod, holding me in place until my eyes began to water.
His fingers then gripped my hair and he led my head to a steady bob, my jaws stretched wide and my tongue flexing against his prick’s underside as my mouth fucked him.
“You are such a good … little … bitch,” he moaned as I worked up and down his dick.
His words sent a chill down my spine. For half a dozen months, Andre had treated me as a professional, an equal, as we’d toiled long hours together day after day, creating the media that kept people plugged into The Meadows and now, “good … little … bitch.”
I had no time to process his words before Andre’s hands found my armpits and he lifted he upward, just enough to slide me to my back on the sofa. Once he had me prone, his arms scooped my legs at the knees, and without hesitation he slid into me again.
“Slowly,” I gasped. “Still sore.”
While his entered me more gently than he had the night before, my words didn’t stop him from sinking deeper and deeper as he held my legs high.
Once he had filled me completely, Andre leaned forward, brushing his nose against mine. As his hips began to rock, he kissed me passionately, forcefully, his tongue filling my mouth as his cock slid in and out of my aching snatch.
Settling into a steady motion, he broke the kiss, guiding my legs around his waist. Andre grabbed my wrists and pinned them to the sofa as he made slow, meticulous strokes, sending every inch of him into me before withdrawing, repeating, repeating, my frame wiggling in sync with his use.
Everything about the last twelve hours – Andre’s words, his actions, the way he filled me unlike anyone else – left me feeling more like I was being possessed than enjoying a long-overdue tryst.
What was happening to me?
How did I end up on my boss’s sofa with his dick inside me, my wrists pinned and my pussy still tender from his use last night?
What would my parents think of their thirty-year-old daughter declining to object at a black man calling her his “bitch”?
Did Andre even bother to grab my pills from the apartment?
What was in the mysterious box on the coffee table?
My wandering mind snapped to attention when Andre’s gentle flow turned to hard, deep thrusts, his full, heavy balls bouncing against my ass, his hands’ grips on my wrists tightening.
“I’ve wanted to nail you since the first time I saw you,” he growled.
His words might have shocked me had I not been consumed with his use of my body, my own whimpers and his pelvis’s repeated slaps of my crotch burying what he said.
I found myself caring less and less about the moral implications of fucking my boss. It was something to deal with Monday, after he’d finished whatever the hell he’d planned on doing with me for the next two days.
Andre let go of my wrists, his hands slipping beneath my back and he lifted me off the sofa till he was standing. I held on tight with my arms and legs as he drove upward, all of my weight seemingly held in the air by his cock.
His hands found my ass, groping it as he stood in his living room, stuffing me till I lost control, emitting something between a moan and a scream when my slit squirted all over him and onto his living room’s hardwood floor.
“That’s what I want from my girl,” Andre cooed, showing no signs of stopping his relentless cramming and groping.
I laid my head on his shoulder, still holding on tight, resigning myself to his use, panting as my body trembled against his as a sharper ache grew within me.
“Your girl?” I muttered as he feverishly dicked me.
“My girl,” he replied, just before he buried himself deep within me and sent another torrent of seed into my womb.
My body tensed against him as he unloaded, and almost immediately his spunk began to drip from my folds as the spurts continued.
Andre sat on the sofa, and then laid back, pulling me atop him. My frame went limp as we silently nuzzled.
After several moments with no words between us, I sighed, “Since the first time you saw me?”
“Yes,” he replied in that silky-smooth voice. “I’d like to say I’d planned this, but it’d be more honest to simply admit that when I saw you at the club last night, I simply decided not to waste an opportunity that might not present itself again.”
“And now that you’ve had me?” I asked, genuinely curious as to his answer.
“I’ll continue to do so,” he said confidently and without hesitation.
His words were both reassuring and unnerving. Andre’s bold, aggressive behavior was unlike anything I’d been subjected to, and as the hours passed I found myself almost craving it. But how could I continue to work with him – and supervise others with him – while being made his “bitch”?
My tummy growled. It was approaching noon and I’d not eaten.
“I should fix us lunch,” Andre said.
“Some food would be nice,” I replied.
We sat up together and he motioned for me to follow him. We walked toward the back of the house, through the kitchen to French doors which led outside to a deck, a pool and a yard that were enclosed by a privacy fence.
“Take one of the loungers,” he said. “I’ll be back in a few moments.”
Tentatively, I walked out of the house, and the sun’s warmth embraced my bare flesh till reaching a lounger beneath a pergola alone one side of the pool, and made myself as comfortable as I could be under the circumstances.
Within a couple of minutes, one of the French doors opened long enough for Andre to ask me what I wanted to drink with lunch. Remembering his affinity for orange juice, I replied, “OJ!” and then he ducked back inside.
A thin black fabric was attached to the pergola’s top, offering some protection from the sun’s rays. As I relaxed on the lounger, I couldn’t help but think how much I’d enjoy lunch, a nap, and then a dip in the pool’s cool water.
Andre soon returned with a lunch consisting of chicken salad sandwiches, a side of pasta salad and orange juice. We dined at a table a few feet from the lounger where I’d been sitting, him in swim trunks and a t-shirt and me still naked.
“I suppose I should put on some clothes after we eat,” I said.
Andre smiled as he looked at me, chewing a bite of his sandwich and saying nothing.
Realizing he was in no particular hurry to respond, I said, “Well, I can’t stay naked all weekend.”
The comment evoked a slight chuckle from Andre as he continued to chew. After swallowing he said, “Of course not. We’re going out later. But the thought of your staying nude while here does have its appeal.”
We continued to eat and make small talk. While simple, the lunch was good, particularly since I’d not eaten since before bathing the night before.
Once we’d finished eating, Andre informed me that he needed to go inside and make a few work-related calls, and suggested that I remain on the deck and relax while he caught up on work, so I returned to the lounger I’d been on before as Andre collected our plates and glasses and disappeared back into the house.
The muted sunlight felt good again my skin with my body stretched out on the lounger’s pad. My eyes soon closed and I drifted off to sleep, my head filled with thoughts of all that had happened since Andre approached me at the club last night.
It was nearing 2:30 p.m. when I awoke to Andre’s fingertips tickling the soles of my feet, causing me to giggle and writhe as I snapped from the slumber.
Once he had my attention, Andre crawled onto the lounger with me, wrapped his arms around me and kissed me passionately, holding me firmly as his tongue swirled in my mouth. He broke the kiss only after letting it linger for awhile, and then we looked at each other, again leaving me wondering what he was thinking.
“How are you feeling?” he said.
“Very, very relaxed, refreshed,” I sighed.
Andre’s right hand moved to my left breast, lightly kneading it at first, before massaging it more aggressively as he continued.
A lengthy exhale flowed through my nostrils as he groped me, and I found myself wondering less as to whether Andre was always so insatiable than how delightful – and challenging – it might be if he actually were.
His hand moved back and forth between my orbs, and the fire within me began to ignite again to the point that my pussy’s light tang reached my nostrils again. Andre must have caught my scent, too, because he let go of my breast and turned his attention to my bare mons, and began rubbing it with his palm.
My head lifted enough to watch Andre’s palm flow in slow circles against my skin, his fingers and thumb held up so as to not touch me. His hand is large enough that when he curled his middle and ring fingers, they sank through my folds inside me, and I moaned as my legs bent at the knees and spread for him.
“Are you always this … charged?” I purred.
“No,” he said, then added in something between a teasing and taunting tone, “Sometimes I’m much, much worse.”
His thick digits pulsed inside me, and I could think of nothing but the passion, the affection, the dominance he’d displayed since last night. I was surprised at how comfortable I was with it all, even without knowing what he was thinking or what would happen next.
Andre pulled his fingers from my pussy and placed them at my mouth. They glistened with my nectar and radiated my bouquet as my lips parted and I suckled them, tasting both my own honey mixed with a faint saltiness of the seed he’d deposited in me before lunch.
Once his fingers were clean, Andre slid them from between my lips and rolled off the lounger, grabbing my legs and dragging me downward till my butt was against the edge of the chair’s foot end. He kneeled before me, lifted my legs over his shoulders and buried his tongue between my folds, and I sighed softly as he lapped at me, confident I was to be taken again
.
Repeatedly, Andre’s tongue began at my rose, dragged through my tender lips and stopped after flowing over my clit. With each lick, I held my breath and my body tensed as I savored the sensation, his slow, methodical attentiveness to my body.
Since moving to The Meadows, my life had been filled with the controlled, the rational and the professional. What Andre was doing to me was basic and primal, and I was finding myself getting more and more sucked in by the departure from my routine.
My mind was a void by the time Andre lifted up and plunged into me again, my pussy offering no resistance to his entry, thanks to his earlier use of me. My legs crossed behind his back and he kneeled at the foot of the lounger, the rest of his body upright as he rocked back and forth, and my hands extended outward, firmly grabbing the chair armrests as he again made me his.
It wasn’t long before Andre’s thrusts grew with intensity and depth. My breasts jiggled more and more wildly as the fuck became more primal. My body was growing more used to having Andre between my legs, filling me completely and with each drive into my womb, I cared less as to what Monday would hold.
My mind’s drift was shattered when Andre’s hand crashed against my tit, causing me to yelp.
“Pay attention to me when I’m fucking you,” he said in a mocking tone.
My arms wrapped around my orbs as his words sank in, leaving me feeling like a scolded child.
“Hands back to the armrests,” he smirked as the intense thrusts continued.
I did as I was told, gripping the chairs arms again, his other hand immediately slapping my other breast, causing me to tense head to toe as I squealed, “That hurts!”
Andre grabbed my hips, the backs of my legs running up his torso, my feet dangling over his shoulders as he drilled me almost violently, my body heaving forward as he used me. His cock began to twitch inside me as it had the other two times he’d fucked me and another rush of his seed filled me.
My body was a mess. The chair’s cushion was covered in my sweat and my crotch was soaked with my and Andre’s fluids as he grabbed my legs and led them downward till my feet were flat against the deck.
Andre stood and then took a step backward, looking at me as if admiring his work. He offered me his hand and I took it, and he helped me up and began walking toward the house, eager to see what would happen next.
We moved through the kitchen and into the living room, my hand in Andre’s as we walked. We stood on the rug on the opposite side of the table from the sofa on which he’d already fucked me twice. I complied when he asked me to kneel and he turned his back and lifted the top from the box that had been sitting on the table since this morning.
My eyes widened and my heart pounded in my chest as I saw his hand emerge from the box with a collar. I remained still as he turned toward me and opened the hinged ring, placing it around my neck and snapping it closed before slipping a small padlock through the back rings and sealing it shut.
I now knew what Andre Gregory wanted with me.
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Wife is pregnant so this is the perfect time to live out her fantasy of black sex
Hello again, I decided to try a different point of view, hopefully it’ll be different from what I’ve written and add a new zest that you’ll like~
*note: I do not condone forced sex in any manner, it’s just used as a fantasy here that should stay that way*
With that, enjoy!
First of all a big thanx for all the positive coments. Second I did notice a few typos and wish I knew how to correct them.. Third I just hope there weren’t any grammatical mistakes.. anyways moving on…
This part has what we all have been waiting for.. 😉
Quick Recap of where we left of :
Bobby reads lines with his sister Jessie (for the new movie that she will be shooting in three days) and goes to bed all restless thinking about how much he loves them both, the Jessie back home and the new one
Chapter 2 : My first time
The following day Jessie started off with a full tour of her house, from the old light room at the top of the tower to the conservatory with a grand piano sitting in the morning sunlight and finally to the Jacuzzi, which overlooked the steep cliffs. Taking my hand she led me down a flight of steep steps that dropped to the beach.
Reaching the beach we kicked off our shoes and walked down to paddle in the warm waters. We walked in the surf with the warm sun beating down on us.
“I actually thought you’d live in LA,” I said as I gazed along the golden beach.
“I did for a while, but then one day I was driving along the coast and I saw the house and fell in love with it. I was lucky because it was for sale and so I bought it and moved out here. It’s peaceful and I like that, and I can be at the studio in about an hour, also I hate living in cities, they’re just too crowded and everyone seems to be rushing around”
“I know what you mean”
We spent the rest of the day relaxing and talking, I guess five years takes some time to catch up.
I helped Jessie cook dinner that evening and afterwards as we relaxed with a glass of wine Jessie switched the TV on.
“I thought you’d like to see one of my movies”
“Yeah sure, are you OK with that?”
“If you’re coming to work with me tomorrow, I think you’ll see me naked and I’m not embarrassed by what I do”
As we settled down to watch the movie I was surprised when Jessie sat next to me, resting her head on my chest. I put my arm around her and we snuggled together as the movie started.
The movie was hot, in no time I was sporting an erection as over the next hour and a half I watched my sister have sex with various people, both men and women. At some point in the movie Jessica moved slightly and I found my hand resting against the side of her breast, while one of her hands rested on my thigh.
As the movie ended I looked down at Jessie and our eyes met, and suddenly we were kissing, kissing as lovers, deep and passionate. She twisted towards me and we slid back until I was lying beneath her on the couch her body pressed to mine.
She moaned into my mouth as our tongues met and I held her tight against me. We broke apart and I pulled at her dress pushing it up, she raised her arms as I pulled it off her and threw it onto the floor. We kissed again as my arms went round her, my fingers fighting to unfasten her bra. The catch opened and I pulled her bra down her arms, she sat up and I gazed with wonder at her beautiful full breasts.
Her hands were trying to unfasten my shirt, in the end she just yanked it open, sending buttons flying and material ripping. Her breasts pressed to my chest as we kissed, breaking the kiss I lifted her higher and closed my mouth on an erect nipple. As I suckled at her breasts I slid a hand between her parted thighs to touch her panties. They were wet with her arousal and she moaned as my fingers slipped into them.
“Mmmmmm oooohhh god Bobby that feels soooo gooood, but the bed will be more comfortable”
She stood up and as I watched, slipped her wet panties off. I climbed off the sofa and unsnapped my jeans, stepping out of them I dropped them on the floor and wearing just a pair of shorts I followed my naked sister upstairs. As I followed her I skimmed my shorts down and dropped them. Naked with my erect cock bobbing in front of me I followed Jessie to her bedroom.
Standing by the bed we kissed, naked bodies pressed together. Lifting her in my arms I carried Jessie to the bed and lay her down and stopped.
Jessie, there’s something you need to know”
“What, what is it Bobby?”
“I’ve never done this before, I never made love with anyone. Jessie I’m a virgin”
“Oh Bobby that’s OK”
She reached for me and pulled me into her arms and we kissed again.
“I don’t want to disappoint you”
“Bobby you could never do that”
We kissed, our bodies pressed together. Kneeling above my naked sister I kissed her face, her eyes, ears, nose and mouth. I spread kisses down her throat to her breasts, stopping to suckle at her perfect breasts I licked and gently nibbled at her erect nipples, bring a moan of pleasure to her lips. She moaned words of encouragement and direction as I slid lower, running my tongue across the under slope of her breasts and down over her stomach, feeling the muscle jump with sexual arousal. As I moved across her stomach I caught the scent of her womanhood and at gentle pressure from her hands, I moved lower.
For the first time I found myself looking at a woman’s aroused pussy, what made this moment even more special for me was that it was my sister’s pussy. I kissed her inner thighs before raising my head and running my tongue across her swollen labia.
With gentle words, moans of pleasure and light touches on my head Jessie guided me, showing me how to give her pleasure. I used my fingers to spread her pussy lips before pushing my tongue deep into her cuntal opening. I revelled in the sweet, musky taste of her pussy juice, lapping and sucking at them as I made love to my sister with my tongue. With slight pressure she moved my mouth to her engorged clitoris, I lapped at it sucking it between my lips as my fingers pushed into her honey pot. She moaned and jerked in pleasure as I explored her womanhood. Suddenly she cried out aloud,
“Oooooohhh fuck!! yes Bobby, I’m gonna cum, I’m gonna cum, I’m cumming, I’m cumming, I’m cummmmmmiiiiiinnnnnggg”
I removed my fingers, pressing my mouth to her pussy and pushing my tongue into her as I massaged her clit with my pussy slick fingers. She orgasmed, flooding my mouth with her womanly nectar. I drank it down, sucking and licking at the juices as her body seemed to shudder to orgasm after orgasm. Until finally she pulled my up her body, we kissed and then she sensually licked her pussy juices from my face.
My cock was hard, throbbing between us as I lay on top of Jessie, her hand reached between us and she guided my cock to the entrance of her pussy. As my cockhead slipped between her labia I pressed forward, slowly burying my erection in the hot embrace of her womb. I was surprised and amazed at the feel of her hot, wet, tight pussy as it engulfed my manhood. I was soon locked in her hot embrace, we kissed, our bodies joined at mouth and groin. I withdrew until only my cockhead remained locked in her pussy, before plunging forward. The feelings were too much and I groaned in pleasure as I made love to a woman for the first time and felt my cock jerk and my cum flood into Jessie’s womb.
“Oh god, oh fuck, Jessie I’m sorry, god I’m so sorry”
“It’s OK Bobby, it doesn’t matter”
I realised after a few moments that my cock was showing no signs of loosing it erect state. I kissed Jessie and started to thrust once more into her womb.
“Mmmmm.., my stud,” she said with a smile.
Our bodies moved together, slowly at first, savouring the feel of our joining, as our passion increased Jessie lifted her legs to her chest and rested them over my shoulder. Suddenly my cock was going deeper into her womb, the head brushing through her cervix causing her to jerk and moan in pleasure. As our need and desire increased I drove myself faster and deeper into my sister’s body. Her hips lifted to meet me, driving my cock harder and deeper into her womb. Faster and faster until she threw her head back and screamed,
“Cumming Bobby, cumming O fuck yes I’m cumming cumming cuuummmmiiinnnngggg”
Jessica’s body rocked to her mind blowing orgasm and seconds later I pumped my second load of hot jism deep into her womb.
“Ooohhh Jessie, Jessie, Jeeesssssssssiiiiieeeeeee”
As our orgasms passed Jessica’s legs slipped from my shoulders and I rolled over pulling her onto me. We lay in each other’s arms, my soft cock lay damp on my stomach, coated in a mixture of sperm and pussy cream. Jessica’s head rested on my chest and I could smell the fragrance of her shampoo, and the aroma of our spent passion. One of my thighs rested her legs and I could feel the juices from her pussy running onto it. I stoked her body and hair, gently kissing the top of her head as we held each other. Trying not to disturb her I pulled the sheet over us both as she snuggled into me.
“I love you”
I kissed her upturned face and smiled,
“I love you too Jessie, always have and always will”
“Mmm, my Bobby, you’ve always been my Bobby”
“I know”
She hugged me and I lay there listening to her breathing as she drifted into a deep sleep. For a while I just lay there, unable to believe what had happened and hoping Jessica wouldn’t regret it in the morning.
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Everyone in this story is 18+
This story is for people with fetishes
The point of view changes
True Story of Incest 17 yo son 45 yo mother
Gang members make gang rape videos for money
Hi my name is John I’m 20 years old, and this is my story about my sexual adventures. I want to take the time to tell you guys that this was my first experience. There is a back story to this and it is well worth the read.
“Harder!” she screamed. I happily complied, and started to pound my cock in and out of her. “I’m almost there.” she said to me “I’m cumming!” she moaned. She climaxed her pussy tightly gripped my cock and after a few seconds I came. We both collapsed, Jane fell asleep but I didn’t I just laid there with my hands on the back of my head smiling. Seeing my cock deflate as all my blood rushed back to my head. I look at the hickies on my abbs that she gave me.
It wasn’t always like this, I really never thought I had it in me to sleep with my cousin. I thought I had lost my chance at it. Let me take you back to when I was 12 in 7th grade my cousin Jane had never really caught my attention in the slightest due to the fact that she was 2 years younger than me. That all changed in the summer before I went into 8th grade when we were all “sliding on a slip in slide”. We were all having fun so much fun that we didn’t notice the soap ran out and Jane slid on the slip in slide and when she got up her top was down. I got to see all of her breast. She was so embarrassed, he sister had to calm her down. I knew I shouldn’t have thought about her breast like that but they were my first pair that I had ever seen, and they were exceptional. I knew I shouldn’t have thought of her like that but she was one of those girls that developed fast and when I say fast I mean that she rivaled most of the girls in my grade. So everything went back to normal after that. Except for me I was jacking off everyday to the thought of her tits. That went on for about 3 years until I got a very special Christmas present from her…
It was Christmas eve and we were the type of family to stay up till 12 am so we could open our presents so we would choose a house and we would all go over and stay up till 12 and have a party. Well this time it was at my aunt Jenny’s house (Jane’s mom) I decided to go over earlier to see if they needed help. Turned out that my aunt was on her way out to pick something up from another aunt who lived across town with my other cousin Danielle. So it was just me and my cousin Jane. When they left she came out and said to me “Dang now I gotta go change inside my room. I was going to change out here.” Out of nowhere I blurted out “Why? No one is stopping you.” She then gave me a seductive grin and said “You’re right” and walked up to me in front of the couch and took off her shirt. I was in awe they had grown so much from the last time. She turned around and asked “Can you un do my bra?” I happily obliged. She turned around and let the bra fall off and I got so see her breast. She then unbuttoned her pants and pulled them down. There she was with just panties on she stepped back and took them off. “You like it? Not a single strand of hair. I shaved it all off.” All I could do was just nod. She then flung her panties at me and hit me in the face with them. She then walked up to me and kneeled down and felt on my throbbing dick in my pants she unzipped my pants and pulled my pants and boxers off so that I just had my shirt on and my dick was just inches away from her. (Now I’m not going to lie to you guys it was like 4 inches long but it’s just because I was 15 stick around and you’ll see how big it really got.) She grabbed my shaft and started to slowly pump up and down. Her eyes locked on mines only to break when she took me into her mouth. Her tongue licking the back of my head while she sucked. I was in heaven. I then pushed her head deeper so she would take my whole dick in her mouth. After about 2 more minutes of that I said “Jane I’m going to cum” I knew she heard me but I asked her “Where do you wanted it?” She then said “It doesn’t matter” With that being said I grabbed her head and shoved it in and out a couple times until I came in her mouth. I let my head fall back after the most intense orgasm of my life. I hear her swallow my cum and I look up at her and smile. She does the same and gets up and starts walking away. I say “Wait! You don’t want the favor returned?” She comes back and whispers in my ear “Tis the season of giving”and walked over, grabbed her clothes and went to take a shower.
There’s more, please let me know if I should continue or just quite my writing altogether aha.
Constructive criticism is always welcomed Thanks 😀
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Continuing story of the pain of infidelity
Jack and Jessie were caught by Amy
True, mostly…. With a bit of dom/sub and a young girl
Caroline discovers that Adrian, her long-lost brother, can also wield Sexcraft magic and claims him as her mate!
As a result, she failed to notice the slug-like creature that was waiting on the ceiling for its hapless prey. It was a mottled grey, blending in perfectly with the concrete surroundings, nearly twelve feet long and five feet in girth, covered in slime as any garden variety slug would be. Other than the obvious size difference, the other distinguishing feature it possessed was ten tentacles protruding from its body, five to a side.
Revenge isn’t always what you end up with
My last story didn’t go so well, so here’s a new one I made.
My boring maths lessons with my hot maths teacher suddenly changes, all because of her sexy body and her hormones
Sex with my aunt for the first time
A successful woman and her lead gardener get together by accident.
so this is how it happen, a true story that will always be in my mental and heart cabinet
one tuesday morning as I work on the computer, and while she got ready to go to work, I could hear the shower running the heather was on, nothing special plan for the day
after a while as I sat on the couch browsing the web, she walk up to were I was and told me ” ok bb you have 45 minutes to do what ever you want with me” surprise beyond believe was my natural reaction of course, and as in slow motion my eyes moved up ,and at the same time my mind was trying to validate what I just had hear, the ambient of the room change very fast as a dream like feeling everything move so slowly the light that came through the window was very soft, and when finally got to look at her eyes, more was my amazement, she was standing there in front of me, my jaw just drop wide open as she playfully smile and turned around very slowly allowing me to see her from head to toe.
Wow she look so beautiful! so fresh having just come out the shower her hair was wet dripping bits of water on her. She was wearing a thigh white tank-top that with the wetness made her breast transparent and pleasantly delicious, her hard peersing nipples because of the cool air look as if they wanted to to rip through and I really wanted them to!
a beige mini, mini skirt meant only to teas as she did,every time she turned allowing me to appreciate her naked legs and her beautiful butt cheeks that were standing out even more with the pink pair of thongs she choose to wear. And as I gazed with lots and lots of pure joy She look at me and told me ” today I’m going to be a very special present for you all you have to do is take, and do what ever you want with what’s standing in front of you” my mouth could not get any wider I could not believe my self what was happening, and she did not have to repeat her self twice.
By then a fully erection was displayed and she went for it as if life depended of it, my hands could not control themselves as I caressed her entered body softly as a feather as that is how she like to be touch, when I try to ask ” if I could ” she push me back and said ” don’t ask take” I could not resist any more we kiss our entire body’s again from head to toe she tasted so fresh so clean all I could do was just continue, finally and softly my lips pamper her breast I could feel her heart beating and more agitated, my hands were caressing her thighs each time moving closer and closer to, but I didn’t want my fingers to be the first one’s to get there, I was craven it and I wanted my lips, my tongue to be there playing liking every single drop of her love juice as I called, God it was so intense so hot she could not control herself and for the very first time as my lips made contact with “her “she came so hard in a gush literally in a gush, she was enjoying herself and I wasn’t too far off she knows how much I love to taste her she knows how much I crave her love juice and she was giving me lots of it, seen movies I never tough it could be real.
she position her self so I could take full advantage of what was in front of me, and I responded by taking full advantage of it, my mouth was all over and she wanted more ” don’t stop” she said and I keep going more, and more all I could hope for was a longer tongue and she did too, cause when I ask if she said ” don’t ask just do it” so it went deep in side her ass and at the same time she started moan, calling for the all mighty and for me no to stop, and when I notice she was all wet again with lots and lots of juice it drove me more crazy wanting more and more, my heart was beating so fast I could do nothing to stopped if I wanted to, and I didn’t wanted to
We have no notion of time anymore nor we care anymore, then she look’s at me and said” what are you waiting for I know you wanted, and bad” so as ovidiant as I wanted to be I enter her so slowly enjoying every single second of it embracing me with her arms and legs rap around as to not to let me escape, ha! as if I wanted to escape more time went on more moans came out her and with a sweet teasingly smile she said again this time gasping for air ” so what are you waiting for I know you wanted” so I look at her in the eyes as to saying what! her eyebrows and sweet smile gave me the answer once again my jaw wide open only that this time it was shore live cause a big smile suddenly developed with a big kiss as to saying ” thanks’, really, pinch me, really?” we didn’t move much there was no need, she could not help her self but look eager just like me, and we were ! a dream come true, what movies are made of it was happening and it was happening to me to both, just like I always wanted it
It wasn’t our first time we already had adventured there few days early it’s more we had done it, but this time was super special for the way it came out, ansiedad, nerviosismo, antisipasion that’s what the room was full of and of course love. she wanted to see and I wanted to see, as I enter her very slowly through her backdoor, she was ready iI was eager but we were going for it, it felt so good so intense and as I started to thrust she was overwhelmed with joy, I could see her eyes, I could see her biting her lips as I enter every inch of me inside of her, and as she try to look at it, some thing amazin happen again, because of how we were possision we both could see it when it happen, more of that love juice that I love some much started to run down from insede of her but this time it was a lot it was a fountain of love, and as the intensity grew a suddent gush came out as if I needed more rewards, squirting juice all over I have to stop what I was doing cause I wanted to taste it, always been some of it but not like this and as my lips got closer another gush came out, God that was so beautiful tasty ummm, and when it came to my turn the whole sperience made it spectacular for both of us, and as a lilttle tip she took some in her mouth
Thanks B.b I”ll never forget this time never ever
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Mark and Mary are off to New York to get their hands on the Magicks of the Witch of Endor while Brandon is in France to get his hands on another copy.
There are 5 basic forms of liquid enema:
1. The evacuation enema (to empty the bowel)
2. The medication enema (to deliver medication)
3. The purgative enema (to cleanse the body generally)
4. The reabsorption enema (to deliver nourishment)
5. The drug enema (to deliver analgesics or narcotics)
In adition there are thre other forms of enemas
1. The air enema
2. The steam enema
3. The smoke enema (Steam and smoke were very popularin previous times, but
are generally not practiced today)
Some recipes for enema solutions (quantities are for a nominal amount, which
can be halved, doubled etc):
Mild Basic Enema
1.5 litres water
1/4 litre milk
1 tablespoon olive oil
1 tablespoon honey (optional)
Basic Cleansing Enema
1.5 litres water
Salt
2 tablespoons oil – olive, sesame, glycerin or parrafin
Aniseed-Fennel Enema
Make a tea of
1.5 litres water
3 pinches of aniseed and fennel seeds
1 pinch camille
1 teaspoon honey
2 teaspons olive oil
Basil-Aniseed Enema
Make a tea of
1.5 litres water
3 pinches dried basil
2 pinches aniseed
Lavender Oil Enema
Soak a handful of lavender in
half a litre olive oil in a warm
water bath for about 2 hours. Let it
stand for a night and then filter it.
Mix this with 2 litres of warm water.
A Potency Enema (from old Roman times – recorded in the Satyricon)
1 litre red wine
5 egg yolks
2 tablespoons olive oil
Juice of fresh truffles (or mushrooms etc)
Mix well
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