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Collegiate Sluthood Continues Chapter 5

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A reminder of where things stand… students Andrea and Natalie are committed sluts, devoted to serving the hunky, well-endowed six Black boys of Frampton House – located conveniently just up the street. Their house mate – Lisa, does not approve, though she only has a vague idea as to what is really going on. Jacqui – their other house mate, is reserved and non-confrontational, though she is on Lisa’s side.

All characters are over the age of eighteen.

Natalie has an interesting day on campus. Andrea has a date with DeShawn. Lots of anal in this chapter. Once again, I recommend reading the previous chapters.

***

8.15 AM

Bradbury College Student Car Park

Natalie’s groaned as she heard her phone rattling away on the floor, for the second time in the last five minutes. It had fallen out of reach between the seats, when she’d leaned over into Wesley’s lap.

BUZZ BUZZ BUZZ

“What are you doing? Girl! Leave the fucking thing alone – oh, damn it!” he complained to no avail as Natalie grasped blindly until she found the device.

“Sorry, babe. This won’t take long – I hope. It’s the second time it’s rung… Hello?”

The call didn’t last long as Natalie mostly listened and confirmed a few facts – such as her name and student ID and that she was free around 1 pm. Wesley waited patiently for her to finish – during which she absent-mindedly kept her palm in his lap, languidly stroking the length of his cock.

“Who was that?” Wesley enquired. His voice was tinged with irritation at the interrupted blowjob.

Natalie put the phone aside and lowered her head to his crotch before answering. “It was the Vice-Dean’s secretary. She’s pushed back my meeting to the afternoon,” she explained in a clipped note, eager to resume her former task of worshipping Wesley’s shiny, black phallus. It had maintained its vitality throughout the call, and it would serve as a distraction to the growing anxious state the call had left her in.

But before her lips could resume, he pulled her head up the chin and kissed her deeply. Naturally, Natalie met his lips and tongue with equal passion of her own, melting into his embrace as his free hand slid into her open jeans to fondle her pussy, which had been gathering a steady dampness since she’d started fellating him.

“You know – I ain’t in the mood to just get my dick sucked,” Wesley told her. “I want to fuck your ass, baby.”

“Right now?”

She looked at his bloated, uncut tool as if seeking second confirmation. It bobbed slightly, shiny with spit and a small pearl of pre-come – beckoning her.

“Come on mama, let’s go outside,” he instructed and opened the car door. It made sense – his Jeep was big but so was he – so it wouldn’t make for the most comfortable place to make love – given his 6’3 bulky frame.

“I’ve got a class to get to… in half an hour,” she warned him, as she walked up to him outside his car.

“So? You want me to nutt faster, don’t you? Ain’t nothing’s going to make it so sooner than me putting it in your big sexy booty,” he reasoned as he grabbed a thick, meaty handful of her ass – just as his mouth closed around her lips.

It was a kiss that ended all arguments withing her – her worry of fucking in the parking lot fading as she hooked and pulled down her jeans. They were parked in a spot that would hide them from passersby, which afforded her some comfort. By the time their lips parted again, her jeans were around her ankles.

“Wesley- “

“Shhh,” he interjected, pressing his right thumb against her lips. His left hand had snaked underneath her thong and was openly palming her pussy. “No buts, baby. What are you?”

Natalie swallowed hard and felt a knot in her stomach. “Your slut, daddy.”

“My slut?”

“I’m your slut, daddy.”

“Good girl. Now, get your sexy fucking ass on your knees…”

***

“Miss Thorne?” the fifty-something year old secretary asked Natalie, snapping her out of her distracted state. “Are you OK, dear?

Inadvertently, Natalie shifted her butt within the seat of the chair in the waiting room, seeking a more comfortable position. “Fine, thank you ma’am,” she managed – forcing smile as she shimmied her thighs around. “How long will it be – do you think?”

“Won’t be long Miss, I’m sure.”

The same answer as five minutes ago. Waiting in the Vice-Dean’s antechamber was starting to feel like an eternity. And Natalie couldn’t help but feel nervous every glance she got from the bookish secretary. She was certain that she was giving it away – that the secretary could tell what she had been up to just that morning.

Natalie wasn’t OK, that was for sure. She bağcılar escort placed her hand on her knee, to arrest the nervous tap of her foot on the floor. Her anxiety had been growing with each unbearably long minute. She looked up at the secretary, at the large minute hand that dragged past the hour on the white clock face, at the door to the Vice-Dean’s office. She could feel her heart beating in her chest, each breath heavy in her chest.

How long? Can I come back later?

Not long, miss. Very soon.

Her earlier anxiety was threatening to precipitate into outright dread. It was agonizing. They had all the power. They knew what she was and were lording it over her, sweating her out in this uncomfortable chair. Every moment that dragged, she felt like the walls closing in – and sensed that her impending meeting with the Vice-Dean’s would be a fateful one, certain to change her life.

In her anxious state, she let her mind drift – to think of better times… Like the time she had fucked Wesley in the carpark – just hours earlier that day. The memory caused her to smile, just as the image of his dangling, dark-brown appendage dangled in front of her.

Now, get your sexy fucking ass on your knees…

Despite being in a public space, Wesley’s instruction hadn’t left much room for interpretation. Natalie, going through something of a submissive phase lately, could only obey. After all, he’d given her a lift to campus and was simply claiming his just reward, a precedent that she had recently started with Jerome.

In no time at all, she had removed her breasts bared, allowing him to first grope then kiss them. In the back of her mind, she tried to find a reason to protest but the pressure of his mouth on her nipples overwhelmed her thoughts. His tactfully chosen spot put them out of sight, concealed by his large car. It gave enough discretion to give in to her primal urges, to express her desire to please her benefactor as she squatted between his knees – the sight of his big black pipe dangling over her forehead like a totem numbing her insecurities.

What had followed had been almost mechanical – the motion set in play by her conditioning as she stuck out her tongue and felt the heavy crown of his manhood tap her tongue, before she gaped her mouth wide to let the long, dark spear squeeze into her throat, while his hand cupped the back of her head…

Natalie smiled wistfully in the Vice-Dean’s antechamber – as she recalled Wesley’s satisfied groan… as she had leaned forth on her haunches and worked her mouth to the base of his cock, her deepthroating talents on display as she enfolded her mouth on his meat until spittle and air leaked out the sides. The excitement had quickly removed her inhibitions and what followed was a lengthy oral session – first as Natalie slowly and deliberately worshipped Wesley’s big black cock and balls – then as she let him take over as he gripped her hair and fucked her face with broad, steady strokes. Naturally, this process caused her neck, breasts and belly to be lathered in her own spit – which justified her half-nakedness – while some of her slobber fell to the grease and tire-marked concrete.

The pro-longed oral had her hypnotized as she had lost herself in the act of servitude – focusing solely on letting Wesley skullfuck her as she gripped his thick, tree-trunk like thighs, feeling the power of the dense, corded muscles that made up his entire body. Skullfuck – such a nasty word. But there was no better describer to what Natalie endured as Wesley held her head in place with two, firm pig-tailed handfuls of her blonde locks while his long, bloated, black pipe thrust in and out, bulging her throat to a sloppy, noisy cacophony.

That feeling of surrender was intoxicating and one that Natalie had quickly become addicted to. Her face was just a hole for Wesley to fuck – at least for a moment she entertained the idea – and would have verbally declared so, if she was not stuffed to grotesque proportions by his manhood. Then there was the fear that at any moment, someone could walk around the car and witness her basking in full whoredom. What a sight it would have been – for anyone unaccustomed to a slut in full black cock lust. When Wesley pulled out his python, primed for the next stage, they’d see the happy, cock-drunk, drooling grin on her face as confirmation – panting with her tongue like a dog in heat.

No doubt it was the lingering danger of being caught that supercharged her arousal – as she followed up the rough face-fucking by kissing the ebb of his ball sack, sucking on the curve of his scrotum – before tracing her tongue along the happy trail of his perineum towards his asshole.

Through her hot-blooded funk, Natalie wondered if she had seen a flash of movement nearby – in the periphery of her vision. It had happened in a millisecond – and it could just have been the light tricking her endorphin-addled mind – and not the furtive movement of someone bahçelievler escort spying on their increasingly sultry parking lot activities.

In hindsight, Natalie realized that anyone walking nearby would had to have seen them – if they peeked at the right angle. But it was hard to think straight when her mind was so fogged by lust and her senses were spun by the exquisite taste and scent of Wesley’s musk. Even if someone had stood next to them, watching them – she doubted it would have stopped her – and instead they would have witnessed firsthand the hunger that coursed through a snowbunny – while her comely, spit-lathered, milky breasts jiggled in the air as she rubbed her face in between the taut glutes of her studly black bull.

“Fuck yes – eat my ass,” Wesley had moaned in full voice – seemingly unconcerned about the public setting and any potential voyeur. He had steadied himself against his big SUV while he reached back with his long, muscular arm to hold her head betwixt his buns.

Squeezing as much of her mouth into his crack, Natalie eagerly blew air and spit – and dabbed her tongue against his puckered starfish while she fisted his cock. Anything to get him off – feeling the weight of his burgeoning load swelling in his sack while his heightened panting had turned into growls. The act had only served to coddle her own pleasure as the musky, pheromone rich scent of man-taint incensed her aroused state…

“It won’t be long now,” the secretary called out from her desk, her voice piercing through Natalie’s memory.

Natalie smiled awkwardly again at the secretary – who seemed to be noticing her unsettled state. “Thank you,” she replied and crossed her legs, trying to hide the growing heat between her thighs as her mind returned to the morning’s events…

Of course, Wesley was far too experienced from getting his salad tossed. He had already indicated what he wanted and reaffirmed his intention when he stood aside, his big black baton swinging like a pendulum, thick with blood and ready to take root. The rimjob-handjob action had only raised the stakes as he pushed Natalie to all fours, exposing her slick, naked arousal – with just her lacy black thong protecting her from Wesley’s designs.

“I love the way you been dressing lately,” he complimented as his hands groped her perked up, bountiful rear. In fact, she’d started wearing sexier undergarments for occasions exactly such as these. As a Frampton House slut, you could never be too prepared.

Pulling her flimsy thong aside, Wesley tapped his erection against her soft, curvy rear before he pressed his index finger against her rosebud – which opened easily against the pressure. Then he pulled out and began to work the slickness from her pussy, kneading the puffy, outer limits of her livened sex – before drooling onto her puckering asshole and chasing it up with his tongue.

Time had stood still as Natalie drew breath, her limbs firm on the hard surface as she rode the sweet, intense feeling of Wesley eating her out. Her moans intensified across the seemingly empty car lot – as she enjoyed the lustful sensation of his mouth sucking on her clit, before alternating to vigorously tongue-fuck her vulva. He was not above reciprocation, no matter how unequal their relationship was.

Where his tongue was absent, his fingers quickly worked – and she gasped as she felt him stretch and probe both her cunt and asshole with multiple digits. The reaction of her jolting forward was met with admonition in the form of Wesley’s palm landing a crack on her butt cheeks, turning it a shade of pink.

She cried out but then recovered her place – steeling her resolve to not run from him. Her head hung low in submission, she looked between her legs, the view framed by her own dangling breasts – of the sight of Wesley’s poised, throbbing erection. Her ass smarted from the spank, but her moans dripped with longing. She had got used to it – rare was the occasion when she did not leave Frampton House with her buttocks stinging sweetly and bright pink. Between her legs, a long mixture of spit and her essence dribbled down.

“Can’t wait to fuck this pussy… one of these days. So motherfucking tight!” Wesley mused as he worked two of his digits, drawing her slickness in a vivid, noisy expression.

True, her pussy was too tight back to take his big dick – he knew that well. With him, with most of the boys, she was still just an anal-only girl. It might have been the heightened state of arousal and the attention to her pussy, but for a moment, she feared that he intended to take her vaginally.

“Wesley? What are you doing?” She protested. If he tried to enter her pussy – she was sure her moans would have summoned the whole campus.

It was relief she felt as heavy, sprung meat collided with a SMACK on her derriere – followed by another firm slap of his palm, the sound off her cheek reverberating across the lot – an affection welcomed.

There şirinevler escort was no more complaining within her – only longing to feel him enter her ass. When he brought his fingers to her mouth, offering them for her to lick clean, she moaned with servile appreciation as she savored the taste of her sweet love juices.

“Spread your ass girl!” Wesley murmured, fisting a handful of her long blonde hair while guiding his slick tool between her cheeks. One more thick drool of spit he smeared, before he kissed and squeezed his swollen head against her starfish. “Put your hands on your fat ass and spread that hole for me.”

Natalie had moaned like a whore in heat as she experienced Wesley’s boner boring into her rear. He did not get to his knees – instead, he squatted down on his haunches, one hand on her waist, guiding his pipe into her butt at a downward angle. Thankfully, her tushy ring welcomed the feeling – well accustomed to the weight and feel of big, black cock – and easily opened up to him.

As he stroked her asshole – the welcome feeling of its suction causing him to groan in pleasure – the grip on her hair firmed up. Her elbows and knees felt rough on the concrete – it was an uneasy position, and she had pined for the gentler embrace of a bed, a sofa or even a carpeted floor. But soon the wave of pleasure the followed the familiar feeling of anal sex was a worthy distraction. And then she could feel the heat build as his truncheon sawed in and out of her fuck hole.

“Arch your back! Just like that! Keep that ass up,” he sassed her as he bounced his hips against her rump, his balls slapping her pussy. “Damn! I love fucking your big booty, baby! What a good anal slut you are!”

That last compliment had been accompanied by another rude slap – as he tugged her hair tight like a leash – and firmed his feet on the ground either side of her – levering his hulking frame to skewer his meat in and out of her guts. If there had been anyone else in the parking lot nearby – the sound of the butt slaps would have surely called them over, if not the sound of their combined moaning or the sloppy, wet noises of butt sex. At one point, Natalie heard a car roll by and maybe footsteps – but all sounded distant, remote. Irrelevant. They could watch her for all she cared for at moment.

Natalie could only whine and moan – her discomfort disappearing with each blessed shafting through her rear. She didn’t feel the need to protest even if she wanted to – and for the unclear time it took for him to reach his own point of no return, she had even forgot that they were in public.

“Oh my god – so fucking good,” she had cried out as he had buried the full length of his lengthy pipe past her sphincter. There, he grinded against her rear – his powerful body twitching against her warm, smothering insides. Abruptly, he pulled out – Natalie gasping as she felt the cool fall air sucked in by her gape. He was teasing her, she could tell – but thankfully after he’d drooled into her opening a couple of times – he resumed fucking her with dexterous ease.

Wesley’s hands moved to her shoulders as he plundered her depths. Despite the gulf in weight and power, Natalie did not feel overwhelmed – knowing which part of her body to tense up and endure, her muscles grown in the past few weeks of increased exercise and sexual training – her glutes and thighs especially. She judged Wesley’s wild, erratic panting to mean he wouldn’t last long and so she worked her butt backwards in rhythm, stroking his shaft to double his pleasure.

“Fuck my ass, Daddy,” she had wantonly purred at him over her shoulder while she swiveled her hips against his groin. It was an appeal she’d learned often did the trick for those who got to enjoy railing her doggy style, especially while throwing her big, porcelain derriere back at him. “Fuck my ass, please Daddy! Use it! Fuck my big white ass! Nutt in my ass, please!”

It worked like a charm – Wesley’s face strained in effort and he suddenly winced as if in pain – before he started to cuss. “Shit! Oh god damn, girl! Fuck!” The sight of her transformed into a depraved, nasty slut always did the trick as Natalie witnessed him blow over. Wesley almost forgot where he was – he shouted out in agony and buried his shaft in her ass, pushing her against the concrete.

“Oh, fuck yes… come in my ass,” she coaxed him while feeling his balls swell against her pussy and his dick pumping his hot, creamy batch deep in her guts. When he settled, she finished him off by grinding her thighs against him while squeezing her sphincter, prolonging his pleasure and milking out his last drop. She was sure he’d dumped a gallon of his batter inside her.

“Damn girl. You’re too fucking good!” he chuckled and sighed as his cock had throbbed inside her ass. “You got a butt plug?”

She shook her head – regretting not bringing one. She would be leaking until she made it to the bathroom. Good thing she wore dark jeans.

Slowly, he withdrew from her ass and stood up – before helping her to her knees and guiding her mouth to his semi-deflated, shiny cock. Aided by his firm hand on the back of her head, Natalie swallowed him to the hilt, polishing his dick clean of all her ass juices. She found the task rewarding now that she’d earned his nutt and savored the rich, earthy taste.

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The day of Debbie’s punishment for cheating was over. Cas and I spent part of the evening together in our other bedroom. Cas is very aroused and wants to leave the door open and the light on. After we had sex, and as Debbie was being thoroughly fucked, by 5 guys in the other room. Cas has agreed to let one of the guys fuck her, but it has to be random.

The plan was to wait for the first one to use the bathroom across the hall. When they came out of the bathroom, they would be invited to have sex with her.

It ended up being the 18-year-old kid, Robert. He joined us today with his brother Joey, both at Horse’s invitation. I found out later that he had just turned 18 two days before. He is still in high school and about to graduate. I was also aware that he had not had sex before and was, in fact, a virgin. He was the first guy sent in to our bedroom, where Debbie was blindfolded and waiting.

He lost his virginity in Debbie’s pussy. Later as the gangbang progressed, he got to have anal sex with her, again the first time he has done it. Now a couple hours later, he gets to fuck Cas, leaving a nice load of cum in her pussy. After he left, she told me to close the door. I did, and she asked me to eat her pussy, which I also did.

Several hours later the guys had finally left, and Debbie came to the spare bedroom to join Cas and I. She climbed into bed with us smelling of sex. She lay in the middle between us. We hold her and start to explore her pussy and ass. Cas and I finger her pussy which was loaded with cum. I move to her backside, and her ass was also full of cum.

I reclaimed my wife anally, as Cas rubbed her clit and fingered her pussy. Debbie climaxed and soon after that, I did also. Debbie then went down on Cas, and ate her pussy until she climaxed also. Debbie was exhausted as were Cas and me. We all soon fell asleep, while embracing each other.

Cas and me are the first up in the morning. We let Debbie sleep. Our bed was a mess, the sheets full of dried cum and Debbie’s squirt. The blindfold was on one of the pillows, it also had dried cum on it. Debbie must have took a facial.

We changed the sheets, and collected the various piles of cum-filled tissues, empty containers of water, and beer bottles. We could not find the panties from Debbie’s lingerie set. The bra was there along with the nylons. I tell Cas, “I guess someone has a souvenir.

Debbie eventually came out of the spare bedroom, and joined us in the cleanup. In the light of day, Debbie was a mess. She had dry cum on her face, hair, bush, and down her inner thighs. Even with all that going on, I still thought she looked amazing.

The girls jumped in the shower together. They were in there a while, and I heard a couple of orgasms occur. When they came out, I went in. I did not have a lot of hot water, but I managed.

When I came out, I joined the girls in the dining room for some much needed coffee.

I was thinking about what had happened the night before. To be honest I liked it, and I know Debbie most certainly did. Now I had to decide how to proceed. In my opinion, we had to decide if we wanted to open this marriage. Do we want to explore more events, like we just experienced. I listened to Debbie and Cas converse and I try to gauge how to proceed.

Cas says to Debbie, “You looked like you really enjoyed that.”

“I did enjoy it, I can’t tell you how good that all felt.”

Cas asks, “What was that like? Two guys inside your pussy and your ass?”

“The stretch is amazing, then the sex, you know the two dicks fucking you, one in one out, that will drive you crazy.”

Their conversation went on into more details. Cas seemed intrigued. I think about how last night, she became an exhibitionist, then let one of the guys fuck her. Then later she went to peek into the bedroom where Debbie was. A couple of the guys saw her nude. I pondered how far this may go.

At this point I sat with the ladies listening to the details of what went on with Debbie. It sounded like she really had a good time. Debbie has become a slut, and Cas is maybe not to far behind.

The truth was I wanted Cas to join in yesterday, but it was not to be. The way she is acting this morning, she regrets it too.

It was time for me to ask her something. I said Cassidy, “Do you want me to share you like Debbie? Not just with us present, but with another guy on your own? You know with our blessing.”

She seemed to think a moment, then said, “I don’t know, it feels like cheating.”

I say, “It wouldn’t be, you would be like Debbie, a shared wife.”

“If I did that, who would you have in mind?”

(I knew she was interested.)

I look at Debbie and say, “How about Horse to start?”

Debbie chimes in and says, “That would be perfect, we could share him. I would love that, he is an amazing fuck, and would want nothing but the best for you.”

I think that’s my girl. Way to get her onboard.

Cas says, “But he is yours. I don’t want to take that away mecidiyeköy escort from you.”

Debbie is blunt and says, “He is a means of pleasure, I don’t mind if you want that same pleasure. I love you, with all my heart, and I want you to be happy. I want you to use him to do that. Daniel wants you to also. It is so wonderful how you don’t want to impose, but it wouldn’t be an imposition.

She thinks about it and says. “I have to admit, he is really good in bed, do you think he would want to?”

Debbie laughs and says, “He is a man slut, and would love some one-on-one time with you. I want you to do this for me lover. Please use Horse for some fun.”

Cas smiles at me, and says, “Daniel can I go by Horse’s for some fun?”

“Yes, my love, you can. Anything you want to do with him, you may.”

My cock got hard thinking about it.

We worked out our plans going forward. We would have a sharing marriage. We, including me, would be able to fool around with others alone. When it is a stranger, protection will be used. We all had cell phones now and would call if we happened to have an opportunity for a sexual situation. There would be no secrets.

The following is in Cassidy’s words.

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I’m so glad I met Debbie and Daniel that day. My life has been so fantastic now that they are part of it. I have been having sex with girls since I was in high school. I would say back then, I was 90% lesbian and only once in a while thought about guys.

My senior year I met a guy that I felt some attraction to. He wound up being my first. I was but wasn’t a virgin. Obviously my hymen was broken by a woman using several fingers and a cucumber. That was not my finest hour. I had a few girls through high school only one was long term. I went to college and met a guy I liked and he was my second. He had a girl friend unbeknownst to me. I dumped him, but not after I told her, and she and I had sex. I had a couple short relationships after and moved on.

After college a few more girls came and went. I met Maggie about 6 months before Debbie. She was more into guys than I was at the time. We played around a lot, and we would pickup other woman at bars, mostly married ones. One day at a club, I met Andy, the lead singer of the band that Horse is with. We hit it off in a sexual way, and he and I had sex a few times. I enjoyed it, but still was highly into woman.

Then one day Maggie and I went to one of the concerts, and we seen a couple of woman at the stage. We decided to hit on them. I went for the blonde named Debbie, and Maggie went for the redhead named Jen. That is when my life change, and I wound up falling in love. I knew she was married, and I thought her husband was nice and good looking.

Maggie and Jen hit it off. Carl her husband was there also. They wound up leaving, and I was there with Debbie and Daniel. I figured what the hell I will take them both home. I was Debbie’s first lesbian experience. I let Daniel also have sex with me that night. The next day Debbie came over alone, with the intention to end it, but instead we again had sex.

After that we had threesomes again, as well as Debbie and I being alone, and eventually Daniel and I.

I started to fall in love with both of them. I never had these strong feelings about anyone before. Let alone two people. I started to tell them I loved them, and they started to tell me the same. I gave my anal virginity to Daniel, and I stopped seeing Maggie and Andy alone. I only had sex again with them with Debbie or Daniel present. Daniel shares Debbie, and she shares him.

Debbie proposed to me. She gave me a ring that her and Daniel purchased. Daniel proposed to me after. I accepted both, and I now live with them as an equal in all things. Daniel insists on it.

We are in love, as impossible as it sounds we are. We are going to have a ceremony in a couple of months, and go on a honeymoon in the Caribbean.

The date is their wedding anniversary. They wanted it to be special. It will not be legal, but I don’t care. We are happy with our arrangement.

Debbie has a new side action partner. His name is Tony, aka Horse, and I have also been shared with him. We also have get-togethers with Maggie, the four of us, or sometimes just us girls.

I have grown more desirous of men, thanks to Daniel. He turned me straight, while Debbie keeps me a lesbian.

Debbie was gangbanged for an indiscretion she had with Horse and Sam. She went to his place, which occurs a couple times a week, and she let them both take her. Not just take her, but she took them both up her ass at the same time.

I did not think that was possible. Then I seen it on a video, and then live, and in person, in our own bed.

When the day came for her gangbang, I think I was as horny as she was. The first guy to have her was Robert. He just turned 18 and was a virgin. Daniel and I agreed that he should go first, beşiktaş escort and also alone. After he came out the rest of the guys went in. Daniel and me followed. The guys got naked, and went at Debbie. We watched her get fucked by all of them. Daniel participated in a double penetration of her pussy.

When we left the room and went to the spare bedroom, I was more turned on than ever in my life. I had Daniel leave the door open and the light on. Inside I hoped the guys would take me too. I think Daniel did as well.

We had intense sex. I wanted to be shared, and we planned on the first guy that hits the bathroom across the hall, to then hit me.

The bed in the spare room runs parallel to the door way. I places myself so my pussy was lined up with the door way. When a guy went to the bathroom he would see me with my legs spread. I was on my elbows and propped up waiting. My nipples were erect with anticipation.

Robert was the only guy to show up. When he saw me, Daniel gave him the come here motion with his finger. Robert got the message, and came in. He got between my legs, put his cock in me, and fucked me. He made me climax, and then he came inside of me. When he left, I had Daniel close the door and eat my pussy. I know he is bi now, so it seemed like the thing to do.

Afterwards, Daniel went to peek in on Debbie. He came back and said you have to see this. I went nude to the doorway, not hiding my nakedness. Debbie was still blindfolded. Her legs were held all the way back, and Horse’s cock is up her ass. He was pounding her, and she looked like she was really enjoying it.

Two guys seen me, and invited me in with nods. I wanted to, but I shook my head no. I went back to Daniel, and made him take me in the butt like Debbie was taking it. I had my first anal orgasm without having to play with my clit to bring it on.

The next morning I told Debbie about what had happened with Roger. When we were cleaning up the bedrooms I found a note with Rodger’s phone number on it. He stated that he would like to have a regular thing with us. We talked at the table in the morning about his request.

We all agreed to add him to our escapades.

I also agreed that I would go it alone with Horse. I am going to go to his place on Friday for a sex date. I have only taken it in my back door from Daniel, but Debbie has convinced me to try anal sex with him.

I am a little intimidated by the thought of being impaled by his huge dick. But what I had watched Debbie do on Saturday, and the orgasm Daniel gave me, makes me want to try it.

The week passes as usual, Debbie went to Horse’s place twice and had Roger over once. I came home to her and Rodger having sex and joined in. Daniel then came home and had sloppy seconds with both of us.

Later the three of us had sex again. It was to become a weekday routine for us.

Daniel has been able to have 3 to 4 orgasm a day now. It is though his body knows it has to step up with two woman now. Debbie and I love it.

Friday arrives, and when I got home, I refrained from having sex with Debbie. Not easy, let me tell you. I showered after I cleaned out with our special cleanser.

Debbie had picked out my red panties and bra. She had left them for me on the bed. I think she was as excited as I was. I put on a white skirt that was kind of short, and a t-shirt that had his band on it.

Daniel got home, and asked me if I was ready. I told him I was.

We had dinner and chatted about our day. before I left, I brushed my teeth. I did not plan to kiss him, but you never know.

I did however kiss Debbie and Daniel when I left. They both told me to have fun.

It was a 30 minute drive to Horse’s place. He lives on a side road in a double wide modular home. It was actually a new place. He had put on the land, after he had got a nice inheritance from his grandmother.

I drove up to his place, parked, and got out.

I walked up to the front door as Horse opened it. He said hello and invited me in.

I entered and he said, “You look very sexy Cassidy. Is that outfit just for me?”

I smile saying, “Actually, Debbie picked out part of it. I thought you’d like the shirt and skirt.”

“I do, what part did Debbie pick out?”

With that question I surprised him by taking my shirt off and unzipping my skirt. I let them drop to the floor, stepping out of my skirt. I stood there in my red bra and panties, and said, “This is what Debbie picked out.”

“Mmmmm, I like it.”

“Thank you, I’m glad you like it.”

“I was going to offer you a drink, but…”

With that he picks me up and carries me to his bedroom. He lies me on his bed, and starts to get undressed.

I sit up on my elbows and watch him. He takes his shirt off first, tossing it to the side. I admire his hairless chest. He opens his jeans, unzips, lowers them, then takes them off. His huge cock is pressing against his underwear. He is already etiler escort rock hard.

I feel a wave of fear and desire. Fear of pain when that thing goes in my ass, and desire for the pleasure that dick can give me. I just need to relax, and focus on the pleasure.

He lowers his underwear and his cock springs out. It is truly beautiful, and completely shaved. It makes him look even bigger. He gives me the come here jester, and points to his cock.

I can take a hint, and I move to him at the edge of the bed. My mouth, and his cock come together. I had to open wide for him. He places his hand on the back of my head and gently mouth fucks me.

I taste his pre-cum, he produces a lot of it. He could cum in my mouth now, stay hard and deposit more in one of my other holes or both. I am hoping for both.

I know why Debbie calls this approved cheating. You feel like your cheating, but you know it’s okay. It is kind of the best of both worlds.

Horse cums in my mouth, It is actually the first time. I have had oral sex with him, but he never completed in my mouth, till now. I swallow most of it and I keep a little. I swirl it around before I swallow it. His cum tastes pretty good as far as cum goes. I have tasted it before when I went down on Debbie after he completed in her pussy. It was different though, being mixed with Debbie’s fluids.

He looks down at me, and says, “Don’t worry, I have plenty more for you.”

I smile and say, “You better.”

He leans down and kisses me, I wasn’t expecting it, but it was nice. I guess brushing my teeth earlier didn’t matter with his cum in my mouth. He reaches behind me and unclasps my bra. I let it fall from my shoulders. He lays me back onto the bed and slides my panties off.

He moves my legs back causing my pussy lips to separate exposing my clit and both holes. He moves in, and starts to eat my pussy. He moves from my clit down to my hole and then down to my anus. That felt good, and causes a tingle to go through me.

After a few minutes, I felt an orgasm coming on, and Horse sensed it also. He slipped a finger in my ass, using my vaginal fluid for lube. He fingered me and that sent me over the edge. I had a very nice, wet orgasm. Horse continued to lick me until I stopped moaning loudly.

He moved up my body placing his cock against my pussy, inserting it. He starts to fuck my pussy fast and hard. I climax quickly, squirting heavily on him. He doesn’t stop and makes me climax again. As I do, he lets loose a load in my pussy.

He fucks me a little longer and pulls out of me. He again says, “Don’t worry, I got more.”

He sat up and turned around retrieving a container of lube.

I guess we are going for the main event. I felt that fear again, but I pushed it away. I just imagined how good it was going to feel.

Horse said, “Are you okay with this? Debbie said you wanted to do this too.”

She was right. I wanted to do it too. I wanted it in the way I had seen him do it to her. On my back holding my legs back as far as they could go, and as exposed as she was.

“Yes, I want to.”

He said, “Okay, I will take it slow. Do you want to hold your legs back?”

I said nothing, and spread them and held them back with my hands. I felt very exposed and vulnerable. I was very aroused being like this, it felt, I don’t know, dirty? Especially with his cum oozing out of my pussy.

He smiles at me and winks. He opens the lube and applied some to his finger. He gently applies it to my backside. He slips a finger into me and finger-fucks my ass for a little bit. He then pulls it out and applies some more lube to it and to his second finger.

He repeats the process now with two fingers, loosening my tight back side. I have to admit it felt good. He repeats the process this time with three fingers. I moaned when he did. I did what I could to relax my anal muscle, as he stretched me open. I wish he had a mirror on the ceiling like we do. I would have liked the view.

He removes his fingers and applies some more lube to my opening and then to his cock.

He then asks me, “Are you ready for me, Cassidy?”

I say, Yes, please go slow.”

“I will be gentle, and if it hurts at all tell me, and I will stop.”

“Okay, I say with a little tremble in my voice.”

Horse moves forward staying upright. He placed the tip of his cock against my anus. I again feel that tingle. I do my best to relax as he applies some pressure. I feel the tip start to open me up.

He slowly pushes forward but not to fast. He stops to let me adjust to his girth, Then moves his cock a little more in.

I am adjusting well, if I do say so. I am expecting it hurt, but it doesn’t. I keep thinking of the pleasure I am going to get when he is in. This thought is helping me to relax.

I felt a sudden something that wasn’t pain but it was a foreign feeling, like it didn’t belong. My ass reacted to this surge not by tighten up, but by loosening. What I felt was the head of his cock passing my sphincter. He was inside of me, his full girth. He slid forward, and the pleasure I wanted began.

I was not aware that I was moaning really loud until he pulled back and slowly slid forward. He was half way in, and my body wanted more. He penetrated me more deeply. He was past the point that Daniel has been. It felt wonderful.

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It had started to stretch on the time between moments when we could share each other’s passions. The times when we could feel like the only two people in the world as we delved deep in to each other sexual fantasies. This was making me increasingly frustrated as each day past by and days turned to weeks. What we have, what we can do to each other needs to be unleashed to devour each other and feel the unwavering need for the primal experience we experience time after time.

After finding out through conversation when your next alone for a few days I make it clear that your going to receive instructions and each one must be followed. You notice the demand in my voice and although you would never allow this under normal circumstances you began to wonder what to expect. The excitement built as you realised the tone of my voice and the need of the touch of your body in my eyes and agreed. I checked and double checked you agreed fully, and although this checking made you a little uneasy your need for knowing where this may lead had you beginning to feel wet without a single touch.

I told you to pick a time one evening when I could arrive, arrive where you ask and I simply say at your door! Your eyes widen as if to begin to question my request. You see that this was not a debate or a request for permission this was what I expected. You gave me a time and day, the next instructions were simple. You answer the door normally, you where normal clothes joggers loose t shirt and greet me like you would any other friend. What was different was underneath those very normal clothes would be some of your finest black underwear. These requests had both your heart beating out of your chest and your pussy beginning to throb it excitement. You knew this pushed boundaries but excepted there was no way of refusing. fatih escort You waited for further instructions.

Before the day arrived I began to tell you what I expect you to do once I step over the threshold and invite me in, it would be dark outside and the house would be dimmly lit, the time allowed for being in your house would be small but I would be demanding your full attention as we have a lot to get through. Before I arrive I tell you to choose a room, upstairs preferably a spare room. One you may not go in to often but from the very moment I leave you would visit frequently to revisit the experience in your mind and make yourself cum over and over again.

Your apprehension is palpable as you spot the headlights on your drive. Your heart is pounding as you hear the knock at the door, the only other instruction you have been given is to lead me to the room you have chosen and I will begin! I watch you as you lead for the only time, I watch you walk ahead off me as we are silent and I can hear your heavy breathing and the footsteps as your bare feet take each stair slowly and cautiously. You feel the wetness between your legs as each step rubs the lace of your underwear against you.

You enter the room and wait for me, I push the door closed behind us and press you against the door your back against it, the room and I step back. I stand and tell you to to undress leaving your underwear on. You stand there almost naked as I remove my belt, my jeans are unbuttoned and my t shirt pulled over my head and thrown with your clothes. I tell you to slide your back down the door, this brings you in to your toes and your legs naturally part and the position is exposing you. Your head is against the wall you feel the pressure on the balls of çapa escort your feet a I tell you to feel your pussy through your lace. Your eyes close, this was not requested and quickly remind you that I need you looking at me. Your pussy is aching and wet, your breathing heavy. I tell you to pull your knickers to the side and fuck yourself with your fingers until you cum. This is quicker than expected and with this I know you ready.

I move forward and lean down and kiss you, I place your wet fingers on my hard cock running them up and down the thick hard shaft, the need for you, you can feel and see. I kneel in front of you replicating the stress position you find yourself in and finger you, my fingers move around hard feeling the wetness you can’t hide and you cum again quicker this time all over my hand. I stand and push you to your knees the relief from the throbing in your legs needed to prepare you for my cock.

I place my fingers in your mouth and you know I expect them to be clean. I stand in front of you but lean down and kiss you tasting you sharing you. I stand again moving my cock towards your waiting mouth, you take it as I move slowly at fist but I’m not here for slow. Your head is pushed back against the door as I fuck your mouth hard and fast. You feel it reach the back of your mouth but I want it deeper your throat stretched as I force myself in to you further. You gag and push me back. You look up and see my eyes light with passion and I grab your throat with one hand and my other comes across your face slapping your cheek for even daring to stop. The tingling sensation surprises you and the redness on our cheek encourages me to push my cock in to your mouth hard once again and I demand your throat. You feel it fill with me but güngören escort take it, your becoming messy as you concentrate on allowing your throat to relax as I fuck it.

I move away and let you catch your breath, I pull you to your feet turn you around and place your hands on the door just below shoulder height. Your back arches as I pull your knickers to your ankles and arse is exposed. This is what I came for this is what I’m claiming right here right now in your house. I feel for your tits and the hard nipples through the lace you feel my breath on your neck as warm silky lube is poured on to the arch of your back falling to your arse.

I place a finger inside your arse relaxing you making you aware that I have only one desire tonight. Your apprehensive again but aware that a no will be not a sufficient excuse tonight. You feel my cock move closer you push toward me trying to control the sensation until I’m deep inside you. The tightness and heavy breathing of me behind you makes your pussy throb. My cock begins to fuck your arse you relax and take it, the sensation is confusing, tight and pleasurable but with and edge to it you can’t describe. Your surprise is hard to hide as you begin to cum from having your arse fucked you like it it’s wrong but you have fantasised about this for so long. My rhythm matches yours as you push back deeper moving a hand between your legs to feel your pussy, fingers inside you feeling my cock through the walls of your cunt as my cock fucks your arse. The rhythm builds and I cum deep inside you as you climax, the feeling of your pulsing pussy is felt by my cock as I leave every last drop of me inside you.

I move you from the door sat on the floor leaning against the wall as I dress. I gather my keys and any evidence of being there and take myself out to the car. You hear the door close the engine start and the wheels drive along the gravel path. The silence in the room reminds you that your alone and one last time you bring yourself to a climax. Knowing you will never be able to come in to this room again without the memories of me taking you, owning you completely.

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The bass was pounding. I could feel it in my chest warring with my fluttering heartbeat. We had been out for hours, dancing and drinking. Your friends flitted into and out of the scene like butterflies. I was tired of only having some of your attention, and I had a plan.

I took you by the hand and lead you deeper into the crowd. With a song change, we started to dance and jump and grind more vigorously. I leaned in close to your ear.

“I want you to catch me and fuck me raw with that delicious cock of yours,” I said with a playful nibble at your neck.

I could tell you were surprised. There was such a crowd and you’d never seen me so bold in public before. I ran my hand up the length of your thigh and stopped directly over the bulge in your jeans. Making pointed eye contact, I kissed you hard. I turned and slipped into the crowd with an over-the-shoulder wink and a flip up of my mini skirt to show you I’d stripped off the black thong you’d expected to see. As I snaked away from you, I felt a grin creep across my face. I wanted to be hunted. Looking over my shoulder, I saw your face poking up through the clusters of dancers. I waited until our eyes locked before shooting you a wicked grin and dashing off towards the bar.

I slipped into a gaggle of young women, hiding behind their giggling backs, and ordered myself a drink. My heart pounded and I could feel myself getting wet between my thighs. The minutes crept on and I hoped I could blend in long enough to get you really irked with me. As if on queue, I felt a hand close tightly around my upper arm as my cocktail arrived.

“Oh there you are gorgeous, pay the barman for me- won’t you?” I giggled to you, knowing it would annoy you just a little more than you’d like it to.

I heard your rough exhale and you reached for your wallet reluctantly. Much to my chagrin, your grip on my arm didn’t slacken a bit. It looked like my game was coming to an end. I snuck my free hand up the back of your shirt and grazed my nails down your spine.

“Finish your drink,” you ordered.

My small sips were intentional as I tried to drag out the time. I ran my fingertips along the waistband of your jeans, dipping my fingers down as far and as sweetly as I could. As my fingers squeezed just a little lower, grazing fındıkzade escort the base of your cock, you’d had enough. Taking my glass and setting it to the side, you guided me through the crowd out towards the parking lot. As we reached the outside air, you leaned in close to my ear.

“I hope you had your fun. It’s my turn,” you said coolly.

You steered me out of the club and it was apparent that you were dead-set on getting me to the car as quickly as possible. You wanted to ruin all of my fun. We crossed the gravel parking lot, you guided me to the passenger side door. You opened the door and attempted to herd me into the seat- but that wouldn’t due. Instead of folding politely into the seat, I slid to my knees with your hand still grasping my arm. Looking up at you, I gave you my best doe eyes and pouted.

“Let me taste you before you whisk me away from the fun, pretty please?” I asked in that needy tone you tend to give into.

I felt your grasp relax just a little and used it to my advantage. Pulling my arm away, my hands flew to your zipper and started to pull. You were almost too stunned to react at all as I pulled the length of you loose and looked up at you with a hungry grin. All you could manage was to loosely cup your hand around my cheek before I started to lick and kiss your soft skin, growing more eager the harder you became. Soon enough, I was working your full length deep into my mouth, into my throat- running my tongue along the veins of your cock, swallowing feverishly to take more of you and to keep myself from drooling over my chin.

My knees were digging into the gravel giving the perfect bite of pain. I gagged myself with your cock and the dampness between my legs grew more heated. I didn’t want to wait for somewhere private, I wanted to have you there and now in the parking lot under the street lights. In those moments, it’s always as though you can read my mind. You slid your fingers into my hair and pulled me up into a deep kiss.

“Get your slutty ass in the car before I fuck it dry, do you hear me?”

A breathy “yes” was all I could manage before turning to climb into the seat. The slap you dealt to my exposed ass nearly echoed across the parking lot and aksaray escort definitely caught the attention of a group of drunk departures from the club. The drive home was quick. I don’t think you were speeding, but my head was too full of all the things I wanted to do to you- or have you do to me- to notice.

We pulled up into the drive way and I attempted to joke as I exited the car. Your patience was thin. With a snap you directed me towards the front door and you closed the space between us before I’d managed to climb the short set of steps to the porch. As I reached the top step, you wrapped an arm around my waist and spun me half way around so my stomach pressed into the railing. You flipped up my skirt with one hand and opened your fly with the other. My lust was moaned into the empty street as you fucked me there in front of our home. As you grabbed my hair and pulled my head back, your entertainment at my antics of the evening finally showed.

“My girl, you never stop surprising me. If you wanted me to show everyone how slutty you can be, I’d have eaten you there on the dance floor. But now, you just get a chance of an audience- not the main act that you wanted.”

The orgasm I had wanted for hours came closer with your teasing. I reached my hand down to my swollen pussy to feel your cock slide through my fingers as you rammed into me. Feeling your barely undone belt brush my thighs, your hand still in my hair, and the juices from my pussy soaking the front of your pants, I came hard. The stream of renewed wetness dripped down my fingers and I moved to suck the wetness from my hand. Fingers still in my mouth, I looked over my shoulder.

“Ruin me,” was all I could ask.

You didn’t need to be asked twice. You moved your hands to the top of my shirt and tore the light fabric away from me. The seams of the top pulled tight against me, reminding me of the rope you so often bound me with. I gasped as fabric pulled off my chest, leaving my tits to dangle in the space just beyond the porch railing.

You pulled your cock out of me. Taking me my the hips, you moved me back a step so my nipples pressed roughly into the wood of the rail and I was bent fully at the waist. Taking two fingers, you pressed eyüp escort into me and scooped the wetness into the palm of your hand.

“Beg,” you said as you delivered a mind-rending slap to my exposed ass.

“Ruin me, I need it. Please, I’ll do anything.”

As the words spill out of me, your hand rained down blow after blow until tears trickled down my cheeks and my breath became ragged.

“Please use me,” I whispered through the limp strands of hair falling over my face.

The blows stopped, but your fingers returned to my heated pussy. One plunged into me while another curled to press into my clit. I bucked my hips to grind into your hand, ragged moans breaking the quiet of the street. You pulled your hand away. As I groaned in frustration, I could hear you stroking your cock.

“Please, I’m so close. Please let me come.” I whine at you, fearing you’ll leave me frustrated.

Without a word, you stuffed three fingers into me. I nearly shrieked at the uncomfortable tightness before I began to buck against your hand again. You pressed your fingers down, arresting my attempted motion with an aching pang.

“You humping little whore,” you said softly.

I felt the head of your cock, slick with my wetness, press against my ass. Your large fingers inside me kept the pressure painfully firm, as if you held my entire pelvis still for the ravaging.

“I’ll ruin you.”

My ass stretched with a thrilling agony at your invasion. My mouth hung open, a moan trapped in my throat. The dizzying fullness made my mind spin. A car, headlights dazzling, rolled down the street. As you buried the full length of you inside me, your fingers began to move inside my pussy. Stroking and churning as your cock worked first slowly, but then with a growing speed into me.

My need for you was all consuming, the tension in my abdomen growing toward my inescapable climax. Your grunts gave away how close you were to your peak as well.

“Own me, please. I want to feel you come inside me,” I groaned through gritted teeth.

My legs started to quake beneath me as you pounded into me faster. Your hand reached out and grabbed on of my tits from the rail and you pinched and tugged at my nipple. I crashed over the edge of my orgasm with a spasm that would have brought me to my knees if not for your arm snaked around me. The tightening around you brought a gravely groan from you as you came.

Panting softly, you pulled out of my ass and wrapped your other arm around me. You pulled me tightly to you.

“Let’s go have a hot shower,” you whispered into my skin as you kissed my forehead.

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Collegiate Sluthood Continues Chapter 5

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A reminder of where things stand… students Andrea and Natalie are committed sluts, devoted to serving the hunky, well-endowed six Black boys of Frampton House – located conveniently just up the street. Their house mate – Lisa, does not approve, though she only has a vague idea as to what is really going on. Jacqui – their other house mate, is reserved and non-confrontational, though she is on Lisa’s side.

All characters are over the age of eighteen.

Natalie has an interesting day on campus. Andrea has a date with DeShawn. Lots of anal in this chapter. Once again, I recommend reading the previous chapters.

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8.15 AM

Bradbury College Student Car Park

Natalie’s groaned as she heard her phone rattling away on the floor, for the second time in the last five minutes. It had fallen out of reach between the seats, when she’d leaned over into Wesley’s lap.

BUZZ BUZZ BUZZ

“What are you doing? Girl! Leave the fucking thing alone – oh, damn it!” he complained to no avail as Natalie grasped blindly until she found the device.

“Sorry, babe. This won’t take long – I hope. It’s the second time it’s rung… Hello?”

The call didn’t last long as Natalie mostly listened and confirmed a few facts – such as her name and student ID and that she was free around 1 pm. Wesley waited patiently for her to finish – during which she absent-mindedly kept her palm in his lap, languidly stroking the length of his cock.

“Who was that?” Wesley enquired. His voice was tinged with irritation at the interrupted blowjob.

Natalie put the phone aside and lowered her head to his crotch before answering. “It was the Vice-Dean’s secretary. She’s pushed back my meeting to the afternoon,” she explained in a clipped note, eager to resume her former task of worshipping Wesley’s shiny, black phallus. It had maintained its vitality throughout the call, and it would serve as a distraction to the growing anxious state the call had left her in.

But before her lips could resume, he pulled her head up the chin and kissed her deeply. Naturally, Natalie met his lips and tongue with equal passion of her own, melting into his embrace as his free hand slid into her open jeans to fondle her pussy, which had been gathering a steady dampness since she’d started fellating him.

“You know – I ain’t in the mood to just get my dick sucked,” Wesley told her. “I want to fuck your ass, baby.”

“Right now?”

She looked at his bloated, uncut tool as if seeking second confirmation. It bobbed slightly, shiny with spit and a small pearl of pre-come – beckoning her.

“Come on mama, let’s go outside,” he instructed and opened the car door. It made sense – his Jeep was big but so was he – so it wouldn’t make for the most comfortable place to make love – given his 6’3 bulky frame.

“I’ve got a class to get to… in half an hour,” she warned him, as she walked up to him outside his car.

“So? You want me to nutt faster, don’t you? Ain’t nothing’s going to make it so sooner than me putting it in your big sexy booty,” he reasoned as he grabbed a thick, meaty handful of her ass – just as his mouth closed around her lips.

It was a kiss that ended all arguments withing her – her worry of fucking in the parking lot fading as she hooked and pulled down her jeans. They were parked in a spot that would hide them from passersby, which afforded her some comfort. By the time their lips parted again, her jeans were around her ankles.

“Wesley- “

“Shhh,” he interjected, pressing his right thumb against her lips. His left hand had snaked underneath her thong and was openly palming her pussy. “No buts, baby. What are you?”

Natalie swallowed hard and felt a knot in her stomach. “Your slut, daddy.”

“My slut?”

“I’m your slut, daddy.”

“Good girl. Now, get your sexy fucking ass on your knees…”

***

“Miss Thorne?” the fifty-something year old secretary asked Natalie, snapping her out of her distracted state. “Are you OK, dear?

Inadvertently, Natalie shifted her butt within the seat of the chair in the waiting room, seeking a more comfortable position. “Fine, thank you ma’am,” she managed – forcing smile as she shimmied her thighs around. “How long will it be – do you think?”

“Won’t be long Miss, I’m sure.”

The same answer as five minutes ago. Waiting in the Vice-Dean’s antechamber was starting to feel like an eternity. And Natalie couldn’t help but feel nervous every glance she got from the bookish secretary. She was certain that she was giving it away – that the secretary could tell what she had been up to just that morning.

Natalie wasn’t OK, that was for sure. She bağcılar escort placed her hand on her knee, to arrest the nervous tap of her foot on the floor. Her anxiety had been growing with each unbearably long minute. She looked up at the secretary, at the large minute hand that dragged past the hour on the white clock face, at the door to the Vice-Dean’s office. She could feel her heart beating in her chest, each breath heavy in her chest.

How long? Can I come back later?

Not long, miss. Very soon.

Her earlier anxiety was threatening to precipitate into outright dread. It was agonizing. They had all the power. They knew what she was and were lording it over her, sweating her out in this uncomfortable chair. Every moment that dragged, she felt like the walls closing in – and sensed that her impending meeting with the Vice-Dean’s would be a fateful one, certain to change her life.

In her anxious state, she let her mind drift – to think of better times… Like the time she had fucked Wesley in the carpark – just hours earlier that day. The memory caused her to smile, just as the image of his dangling, dark-brown appendage dangled in front of her.

Now, get your sexy fucking ass on your knees…

Despite being in a public space, Wesley’s instruction hadn’t left much room for interpretation. Natalie, going through something of a submissive phase lately, could only obey. After all, he’d given her a lift to campus and was simply claiming his just reward, a precedent that she had recently started with Jerome.

In no time at all, she had removed her breasts bared, allowing him to first grope then kiss them. In the back of her mind, she tried to find a reason to protest but the pressure of his mouth on her nipples overwhelmed her thoughts. His tactfully chosen spot put them out of sight, concealed by his large car. It gave enough discretion to give in to her primal urges, to express her desire to please her benefactor as she squatted between his knees – the sight of his big black pipe dangling over her forehead like a totem numbing her insecurities.

What had followed had been almost mechanical – the motion set in play by her conditioning as she stuck out her tongue and felt the heavy crown of his manhood tap her tongue, before she gaped her mouth wide to let the long, dark spear squeeze into her throat, while his hand cupped the back of her head…

Natalie smiled wistfully in the Vice-Dean’s antechamber – as she recalled Wesley’s satisfied groan… as she had leaned forth on her haunches and worked her mouth to the base of his cock, her deepthroating talents on display as she enfolded her mouth on his meat until spittle and air leaked out the sides. The excitement had quickly removed her inhibitions and what followed was a lengthy oral session – first as Natalie slowly and deliberately worshipped Wesley’s big black cock and balls – then as she let him take over as he gripped her hair and fucked her face with broad, steady strokes. Naturally, this process caused her neck, breasts and belly to be lathered in her own spit – which justified her half-nakedness – while some of her slobber fell to the grease and tire-marked concrete.

The pro-longed oral had her hypnotized as she had lost herself in the act of servitude – focusing solely on letting Wesley skullfuck her as she gripped his thick, tree-trunk like thighs, feeling the power of the dense, corded muscles that made up his entire body. Skullfuck – such a nasty word. But there was no better describer to what Natalie endured as Wesley held her head in place with two, firm pig-tailed handfuls of her blonde locks while his long, bloated, black pipe thrust in and out, bulging her throat to a sloppy, noisy cacophony.

That feeling of surrender was intoxicating and one that Natalie had quickly become addicted to. Her face was just a hole for Wesley to fuck – at least for a moment she entertained the idea – and would have verbally declared so, if she was not stuffed to grotesque proportions by his manhood. Then there was the fear that at any moment, someone could walk around the car and witness her basking in full whoredom. What a sight it would have been – for anyone unaccustomed to a slut in full black cock lust. When Wesley pulled out his python, primed for the next stage, they’d see the happy, cock-drunk, drooling grin on her face as confirmation – panting with her tongue like a dog in heat.

No doubt it was the lingering danger of being caught that supercharged her arousal – as she followed up the rough face-fucking by kissing the ebb of his ball sack, sucking on the curve of his scrotum – before tracing her tongue along the happy trail of his perineum towards his asshole.

Through her hot-blooded funk, Natalie wondered if she had seen a flash of movement nearby – in the periphery of her vision. It had happened in a millisecond – and it could just have been the light tricking her endorphin-addled mind – and not the furtive bahçelievler escort movement of someone spying on their increasingly sultry parking lot activities.

In hindsight, Natalie realized that anyone walking nearby would had to have seen them – if they peeked at the right angle. But it was hard to think straight when her mind was so fogged by lust and her senses were spun by the exquisite taste and scent of Wesley’s musk. Even if someone had stood next to them, watching them – she doubted it would have stopped her – and instead they would have witnessed firsthand the hunger that coursed through a snowbunny – while her comely, spit-lathered, milky breasts jiggled in the air as she rubbed her face in between the taut glutes of her studly black bull.

“Fuck yes – eat my ass,” Wesley had moaned in full voice – seemingly unconcerned about the public setting and any potential voyeur. He had steadied himself against his big SUV while he reached back with his long, muscular arm to hold her head betwixt his buns.

Squeezing as much of her mouth into his crack, Natalie eagerly blew air and spit – and dabbed her tongue against his puckered starfish while she fisted his cock. Anything to get him off – feeling the weight of his burgeoning load swelling in his sack while his heightened panting had turned into growls. The act had only served to coddle her own pleasure as the musky, pheromone rich scent of man-taint incensed her aroused state…

“It won’t be long now,” the secretary called out from her desk, her voice piercing through Natalie’s memory.

Natalie smiled awkwardly again at the secretary – who seemed to be noticing her unsettled state. “Thank you,” she replied and crossed her legs, trying to hide the growing heat between her thighs as her mind returned to the morning’s events…

Of course, Wesley was far too experienced from getting his salad tossed. He had already indicated what he wanted and reaffirmed his intention when he stood aside, his big black baton swinging like a pendulum, thick with blood and ready to take root. The rimjob-handjob action had only raised the stakes as he pushed Natalie to all fours, exposing her slick, naked arousal – with just her lacy black thong protecting her from Wesley’s designs.

“I love the way you been dressing lately,” he complimented as his hands groped her perked up, bountiful rear. In fact, she’d started wearing sexier undergarments for occasions exactly such as these. As a Frampton House slut, you could never be too prepared.

Pulling her flimsy thong aside, Wesley tapped his erection against her soft, curvy rear before he pressed his index finger against her rosebud – which opened easily against the pressure. Then he pulled out and began to work the slickness from her pussy, kneading the puffy, outer limits of her livened sex – before drooling onto her puckering asshole and chasing it up with his tongue.

Time had stood still as Natalie drew breath, her limbs firm on the hard surface as she rode the sweet, intense feeling of Wesley eating her out. Her moans intensified across the seemingly empty car lot – as she enjoyed the lustful sensation of his mouth sucking on her clit, before alternating to vigorously tongue-fuck her vulva. He was not above reciprocation, no matter how unequal their relationship was.

Where his tongue was absent, his fingers quickly worked – and she gasped as she felt him stretch and probe both her cunt and asshole with multiple digits. The reaction of her jolting forward was met with admonition in the form of Wesley’s palm landing a crack on her butt cheeks, turning it a shade of pink.

She cried out but then recovered her place – steeling her resolve to not run from him. Her head hung low in submission, she looked between her legs, the view framed by her own dangling breasts – of the sight of Wesley’s poised, throbbing erection. Her ass smarted from the spank, but her moans dripped with longing. She had got used to it – rare was the occasion when she did not leave Frampton House with her buttocks stinging sweetly and bright pink. Between her legs, a long mixture of spit and her essence dribbled down.

“Can’t wait to fuck this pussy… one of these days. So motherfucking tight!” Wesley mused as he worked two of his digits, drawing her slickness in a vivid, noisy expression.

True, her pussy was too tight back to take his big dick – he knew that well. With him, with most of the boys, she was still just an anal-only girl. It might have been the heightened state of arousal and the attention to her pussy, but for a moment, she feared that he intended to take her vaginally.

“Wesley? What are you doing?” She protested. If he tried to enter her pussy – she was sure her moans would have summoned the whole campus.

It was relief she felt as heavy, sprung meat collided with a SMACK on her derriere – followed by another firm slap of his palm, the sound off her cheek reverberating across the lot şirinevler escort – an affection welcomed.

There was no more complaining within her – only longing to feel him enter her ass. When he brought his fingers to her mouth, offering them for her to lick clean, she moaned with servile appreciation as she savored the taste of her sweet love juices.

“Spread your ass girl!” Wesley murmured, fisting a handful of her long blonde hair while guiding his slick tool between her cheeks. One more thick drool of spit he smeared, before he kissed and squeezed his swollen head against her starfish. “Put your hands on your fat ass and spread that hole for me.”

Natalie had moaned like a whore in heat as she experienced Wesley’s boner boring into her rear. He did not get to his knees – instead, he squatted down on his haunches, one hand on her waist, guiding his pipe into her butt at a downward angle. Thankfully, her tushy ring welcomed the feeling – well accustomed to the weight and feel of big, black cock – and easily opened up to him.

As he stroked her asshole – the welcome feeling of its suction causing him to groan in pleasure – the grip on her hair firmed up. Her elbows and knees felt rough on the concrete – it was an uneasy position, and she had pined for the gentler embrace of a bed, a sofa or even a carpeted floor. But soon the wave of pleasure the followed the familiar feeling of anal sex was a worthy distraction. And then she could feel the heat build as his truncheon sawed in and out of her fuck hole.

“Arch your back! Just like that! Keep that ass up,” he sassed her as he bounced his hips against her rump, his balls slapping her pussy. “Damn! I love fucking your big booty, baby! What a good anal slut you are!”

That last compliment had been accompanied by another rude slap – as he tugged her hair tight like a leash – and firmed his feet on the ground either side of her – levering his hulking frame to skewer his meat in and out of her guts. If there had been anyone else in the parking lot nearby – the sound of the butt slaps would have surely called them over, if not the sound of their combined moaning or the sloppy, wet noises of butt sex. At one point, Natalie heard a car roll by and maybe footsteps – but all sounded distant, remote. Irrelevant. They could watch her for all she cared for at moment.

Natalie could only whine and moan – her discomfort disappearing with each blessed shafting through her rear. She didn’t feel the need to protest even if she wanted to – and for the unclear time it took for him to reach his own point of no return, she had even forgot that they were in public.

“Oh my god – so fucking good,” she had cried out as he had buried the full length of his lengthy pipe past her sphincter. There, he grinded against her rear – his powerful body twitching against her warm, smothering insides. Abruptly, he pulled out – Natalie gasping as she felt the cool fall air sucked in by her gape. He was teasing her, she could tell – but thankfully after he’d drooled into her opening a couple of times – he resumed fucking her with dexterous ease.

Wesley’s hands moved to her shoulders as he plundered her depths. Despite the gulf in weight and power, Natalie did not feel overwhelmed – knowing which part of her body to tense up and endure, her muscles grown in the past few weeks of increased exercise and sexual training – her glutes and thighs especially. She judged Wesley’s wild, erratic panting to mean he wouldn’t last long and so she worked her butt backwards in rhythm, stroking his shaft to double his pleasure.

“Fuck my ass, Daddy,” she had wantonly purred at him over her shoulder while she swiveled her hips against his groin. It was an appeal she’d learned often did the trick for those who got to enjoy railing her doggy style, especially while throwing her big, porcelain derriere back at him. “Fuck my ass, please Daddy! Use it! Fuck my big white ass! Nutt in my ass, please!”

It worked like a charm – Wesley’s face strained in effort and he suddenly winced as if in pain – before he started to cuss. “Shit! Oh god damn, girl! Fuck!” The sight of her transformed into a depraved, nasty slut always did the trick as Natalie witnessed him blow over. Wesley almost forgot where he was – he shouted out in agony and buried his shaft in her ass, pushing her against the concrete.

“Oh, fuck yes… come in my ass,” she coaxed him while feeling his balls swell against her pussy and his dick pumping his hot, creamy batch deep in her guts. When he settled, she finished him off by grinding her thighs against him while squeezing her sphincter, prolonging his pleasure and milking out his last drop. She was sure he’d dumped a gallon of his batter inside her.

“Damn girl. You’re too fucking good!” he chuckled and sighed as his cock had throbbed inside her ass. “You got a butt plug?”

She shook her head – regretting not bringing one. She would be leaking until she made it to the bathroom. Good thing she wore dark jeans.

Slowly, he withdrew from her ass and stood up – before helping her to her knees and guiding her mouth to his semi-deflated, shiny cock. Aided by his firm hand on the back of her head, Natalie swallowed him to the hilt, polishing his dick clean of all her ass juices. She found the task rewarding now that she’d earned his nutt and savored the rich, earthy taste.

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Warning: This is a spanking/humiliation/lezdom fetish story. All characters are at least 18 years or older. If you’re new to this story, it’s about a hardworking woman and her co-workers being mistreated by their young boss, who was only given the job because her daddy is the CEO. I hope you enjoy!

Chapter 9

Now, out of Trish’s office and back in my sad reality where I didn’t have one of her precious titties in my mouth, I attempted to move on with my day without absolutely blowing the fuck up at Mary. She and I could hardly even look at each other, and we definitely weren’t on speaking terms after she so rudely interrupted my nipple sucking session with our boss.

Even worse, that tall brunette bitch just had the interject herself in my new hobby. I never liked sharing Trish with those sluts in my office, but now having to share her breasts with a woman, who truly didn’t care for her the way I did, had me red with anger.

Of course I was embarrassed about some of the other things that happened as well. Trish had straight up played with our pussies and even rubbed our ass holes a little.

We each sat on one of her dainty knees like we were little children fighting over a new toy. However, none of that really mattered to me, because this was war! What Mary and I were fighting over went beyond the humiliating acts that our wonderful boss did to us.

For the next several hours, Trish was out of the office, enjoying her extended lunch with one of her rich friends. This left Mary and me practically alone in the office. Oh, yeah… Sally was there too… like she mattered at all…

Mary and I weren’t speaking to each other, but there was obvious tension in the room. Her face was red with embarrassment, while my face was red with fury.

In the grand scheme of things, I fully recognized that a mature person would have kept her mouth shut until cooler heads prevailed. From the outside, this was an understandable competition. Mary and I both wanted to be Trish’s assistant. Of course, there was going to be some tension between us.

Unfortunately, a mature person was not what I chose to be. This was a battle for my precious Trish, and I was willing to use guerilla warfare to get my prize. However, until I could figure out exactly what guerilla warfare meant, I decided to attack her with pettiness instead.

The three of us somehow ended up in the break room at the same time later in the day. After successfully holding myself back from making any comments about my work-rival, the fire burning inside finally pushed me past my limits of maturity.

I could no longer keep my mouth shut!

While Sally was making herself a cup of coffee, mixing sugar and cream in it just the way she liked, I practically shouted, “I hope you don’t enjoy that coffee too much, Sally. If you do, Mary might walk over there and drink out of the same cup.”

While Sally stood there confused, Mary slammed both of her hands on the table before glaring over at me. “Do you think you’re the only one that matters around here?!” she growled, leaving our annoying bystander completely wide-eyed. “You don’t even like coffee! You were just hiding it from me because you thought it gave you an advantage!”

Sally looked back and forth between the both of us. “What? The coffee machine has always been here… I’ve seen both of you use it…”

“I do like coffee, you jealous bitch!” I shot back, getting right in Mary’s face. We glared into each other’s eyes as I continued, “You’re the one who doesn’t like coffee! You just decided to take a sip because you saw how much I enjoyed it!”

Still confused, Sally quietly expressed, “You two seriously just started drinking coffee? I swear I’ve seen both of you drinking coffee like every day…”

“Jealous?!” Mary persisted in the midst of our vicious battle. “Why would I be jealous?! Neither of us actually like coffee! We’re just doing this to gain an advantage!”

“That’s where you’re wrong!” I shot back proudly. In an attempt to clarify how different we were, I further explained, “Unlike you, I actually do like coffee. As a matter of fact… I think I’m in love with coffee!”

Taking a sip from her drink, the annoying brat, Sally, interjected herself by smiling and saying, “I love coffee too!”

“No, you don’t!” I shouted, turning my glare towards the smaller brunette. “You don’t know the first goddamn thing about coffee!”

Somehow, Mary joined my side in the berating of the goody two shoes. Though we were at each other’s throats, we could always agree that Sally was just an annoying bitch that wasn’t on our level.

“This isn’t actually about coffee, you little dummy,” Mary said, forcing Sally to step back out of intimidation. “We’re basically talking about something that happened with Trish, but I’m not going to explain it to you because, one, you’re not mature enough to understand what we’re talking about, and two, you’re a complete non-factor in the promotion, so you really don’t matter to us anyway.”

As harsh as it was, adana escort I had to back Mary up on her arguments. It was all true; Sally wasn’t a factor in this promotion. Despite how sad the goody-two-shoes looked, I doubled down on Mary’s arguments and added, “Sorry, sweetie, but we’re like way ahead of you in this race.”

Her eyes started to water as she grew defensive. “No, it’s a three woman race! I might get the promotion…”

“Uh, no, you’re not,” I replied before Mary and I both laughed at her. “Hate to break it to you, sweetie, but there’s a clear top two, and it’s Mary and me… most likely with me in first place…”

Once again, Mary turned her attention towards me, dismissing our little co-worker. In truth, Sally actually walked off due to our rudeness, but we didn’t notice. We were in the midst of our own heated battle, so we were hardly aware of anything going on around us.

“There you go again!” my co-worker yelled at me, showing her disdain for me with her eyes. “You always have a little comment, making yourself look better than me! You were even trying to suck her tits better than I was!”

“So what?! You don’t have to stick your nose in my business if you don’t like it! And yes, I do suck titties better than you do!”

“You are really starting to piss me off, Rebecca! I thought I was competitive! I can’t believe the lengths you’re going to just to get that position!”

“I don’t see you taking a different approach!” I yelled back, filled with jealousy over sharing Trish’s breasts with her. “You’re trying pretty damn hard to stop me from getting that promotion to be Trish’s pet!”

Mary paused for a moment and blinked several times before coming back with an enraged response. “Trish’s pet?! You mean her assistant?!”

“Yeah… that’s what I meant!” I argued.

Honestly, I didn’t know why I said Trish’s pet in the moment. It just sort of rolled off the tongue naturally… And besides, calling myself her pet sounded pretty nice in my head…

Pulling her own hair, Mary showed her deep frustration for me by letting out a groan. “I swear, I don’t even know who you are anymore! I’m starting to think this has nothing to do with money! You don’t even talk about that rental property anymore!”

Suddenly, I raised my eyebrows in confusion as I stared at my competitive rival. “Rental property? What are you talking about?”

“Have you forgotten why you wanted that extra money to begin with?!”

“Oh, right! The rental property!” I reacted, excited at the prospect of fulfilling one of my financial dreams. I suppose I had forgotten about that in the midst of the battle. However, I couldn’t let Mary know that, so I yelled back, “I’m almost ready to buy one… and I can’t let you get in my way!”

Slapping her forehead in annoyance, the tall brunette just stared at me and shook her head. “I have no idea what your priorities are anymore, you crazy bitch.” Then, before I could come up with a response, she looked around and asked, “Where did Sally go?”

I wanted to tell Mary not to call me a bitch anymore, even though I had just called her bitch, but she brought up a good question that derailed our whole battle. Noticing the little brunette was gone for the first time, I became worried that she went to go tattle on us again. I hated when she stitched on us, but what scared me more about that was that it meant Trish had returned and I was too busy arguing with Mary to properly greet her!

“Did Trish come back?” I asked, showing concern on my face.

As I peeked around the corner, hoping to catch a glimpse of our cute boss, Mary asked, “Why? So you can go suck on her titties again?”

I noticed her office door was closed, but Sally was nowhere in sight. Fearing she was already inside, bad-mouthing me to Trish, I ran towards the door while shouting back at Mary, “And so what if I am going to suck on her tits again?!”

“If you’re going to suck on her nipple, then I’ll suck on her other one!” my rival argued as she chased me towards the door. “She has two nipples and you only have one mouth!”

“God, I fucking hate you, you jealous bitch!”

“I don’t think I’m the jealous one around here, bitch!”

Unfortunately, when we came barging into the office unannounced, just like we had gotten in trouble for in the past… I realized my worst fear. Sure enough, Sally’s bitch ass had beaten us there… but to my complete shock, she was already naked… and over the knees of our boss.

With our jaws on the floor, Mary and I were frozen in place, staring as Trish prepped Sally’s ass for a spanking. Confused about what she could have done to get in trouble so quickly, I asked, “Umm… what’s going on…?”

“Hairy, Baldy… what you two doing in here?” the little blonde asked, rubbing her precious hand against our co-worker’s bottom.

Mary and I gave each other a quick look before glancing back at what was in front of us. “Um… I wanted to speak to you about something… but…”

“Well, you’ll like… have to wait,” Trish interrupted, ankara escort shutting both of us down. “I need to give Stubbly a spanking first, and then I can talk to you two about, like… whatever.”

Still confused, Mary took a step forward and asked, “Um… what did… Stubbly… do to earn a spanking?”

With a little chuckle, Trish, still rubbing Sally’s ass, explained, “Stubbly actually came in here and, like… tattled on herself.”

“She did what?!”

While we noticed a slight smile on our little bitch co-worker’s face, Trish further explained, “Stubbly tattled on herself for like… doing a bad job today. I was shocked that she wasn’t telling on you two for something. But you know what? I’m like impressed with her honesty to tell on herself. That’s like… a lot of accountability.”

“So she gets a spanking because she snitched on herself?!”

“Like… yeah…”

Still hiding a smile like the little snake that she was, Sally used a sorrowful voice to express, “I’m sorry I’m not as good as Hairy and Baldy! They’re probably, like… way better than me! But I messed up a lot today and I want to learn my lesson so I can be a better employee!”

To my dismay, Trish rubbed that bitch’s ass even harder, just like she would do me before an extremely harsh spanking. “Don’t worry, Stubbly,” she said in a cheerful voice, making me grow green with envy. “You’re still going to receive a spanking, but I’m like totally impressed with your honesty. You’re like definitely being considered for my top bitch now.”

Enraged, I began stripping my clothes off as I ran towards them. “I’ve been a bad girl too!” I said as I ripped off my underwear. Attempting to get over my boss’s lap with Sally, I further exclaimed, “I need a spanking too!”

While Sally and I jostled for position, we began arguing like little children over the lap of our mommy. However, instead of blaming each other like kids would normally do, we were both trying to take responsibility for our actions to prove we were the one more deserving of punishment.

“Stop! She’s going to spank me first!”

“No! What I did was far worse! I came barging into her office again!”

Unfortunately, our boss, who was normally a good decision maker, made the wrong choice by pushing me off her lap. “Stubbly already convinced me that she needs a really hard spanking. You’re just going to have to like… wait your turn.”

Though I was back on my feet, I tried again to get over Trish’s lap. In my most pathetic voice, I whined, “No, I need a spanking now! Make her wait!”

“Stop!” Sally whined like a little bitch while she tried to push me away with her weak arms. “I was here first! Miss Trish, please make her go away!”

Knocking her hands away, I tried once again to fit myself on Trish’s lap. However, my boss decided to push me off once again, leaving me stomping my feet in a tantrum.

“It’s like I said,” the blonde started with a giggle. “Stubbly already convinced me that she needs a solo spanking. You’re just going to have to like… wait.”

Normally, I found her little chuckles and mannerisms cute, but now I was absolutely furious that I wasn’t getting my way. Clutching both of my fists, I stood there and demanded in my most spoiled voice, “Miss Trish… I need a spanking right now!!!”

I swear, the room went completely silent as all three sets of eyes stared at me for having the audacity to yell like that. Honestly, I should have been embarrassed for my behavior in that moment, but I was just so passionate about out doing Sally, I couldn’t control my actions.

Finally, Trish broke the awkward silence by blowing a bubble with the gum in her mouth. After it popped, she just chewed on it again nonchalantly before asking, “So you’re sure you need a spanking like right this instant?”

“Right this instant!” I repeated, a bit surprised that my outburst was about to give me the result I wanted.

“Well, like… okay…” the little blonde started, bringing a big smile to my face. Then, for some reason, she pointed behind me, causing me to pause. “Hey, Baldy… since I’m busy spanking Stubbly, would you mind like… spanking Hairy?”

“Wait, what?!” I reacted, glancing back at Mary, who had already gotten herself naked like the slut that she was. Turning back towards Trish, I exclaimed, “Why would she spank me?!”

“You said you needed a spanking like right now, didn’t you?”

“Yes…”

“Well… like… since I already explained that I’m spanking Stubbly first, the only way to like fulfill your wish is to have someone else do it,” Trish started in an uncaring voice. She then looked past me once again, gaining Mary’s attention. “Would you mind like giving Hairy the spanking that she keeps begging for?”

As I turned back, I noticed an evil look in my tall co-worker’s eyes. “With pleasure, Miss Trish,” she said before grabbing me by my long brown hair.

I attempting to get away from her while whining in pain. However, before I knew it, Mary had taken a seat on Trish’s adıyaman escort desk and pulled me right over her lap.

Unfortunately, as hard as I tried to push myself away, it surprisingly turned out that the tall and thick brunette was even stronger than the small and spoiled blonde. Mary pulled my hair extremely hard and kept me at bay over her knees. Then, just as I was about to have another whiny outburst, I felt one of the most painful sensations in my life as her hand slammed against my poor butt cheeks.

With my eyes closed and my mouth wide open, I let out the loudest moan in my life. There was nothing pleasurable about this spanking, however. And as she continued to pound my ass with her unrelenting hand, I wailed even louder, crying desperately for her to stop.

Despite the unbearable pain, I managed to open my eyes a few times to look over at Sally, who was getting the spanking that I deserved. She should be the one getting spanked by Mary! I screamed in my head as I felt my bottom being slammed by my co-worker’s strong palm. This is just torture!

The spanking I received from Mary was worlds apart from what I was used to with my boss. She hardly did any of the teasing, only stopping once to rub my red behind while she called me a pathetic bitch. Other than that, it was just a non-stop beatdown on my tushy, leaving me crying out in pain like a pathetic bitch.

With every smack that landed on my poor cheeks, I swear, I could feel the ripples going throughout my entire body. My hanging titties bounced so hard after each one of her slaps to my ass, I was afraid they were going to hit me in the face!

Meanwhile, Sally had the nerve to act as if the spanking she was receiving was anywhere near the torture I was going through. She whined like a child from each of Trish’s smacks. I’m sure if I had reacted the same in the past, but watching it from over Mary’s lap was incredibly annoying!

I was in such despair that I almost fell off Mary’s knees a few times. However, unlike the way Trish would grab me by the crotch to pull me back over her lap, the tall brunette just squeezed my ass extremely hard as she forced my body back into place. I was then immediately reprimanded and made fun of for not being able to take the pain.

“Are you about to cry?” she asked in a mocking tone, almost laughing at me. After noticing that I was whimpering too hard to even respond, she continued my humiliation, saying, “Good! I hope you cry! I’ve been wanting to do this to you for a long time!”

I don’t know what the fuck she meant by that, but it really pissed me off! Despite being in too much pain to respond, I thought in my head, No one deserves to spank me except Miss Trish!

Eventually, as shameful as it was, I did begin to cry. I wasn’t sure if it was because of the jealousy I had over Sally and Trish, or just a result of the sheer power Mary possessed with her smacks. I suppose that was the moment my co-worker felt bad enough to stop the spanking, and instead, just rub my poor ass as I lay over her knees, sobbing.

Unfortunately, I realized that I would have almost rather endured more spankings, so I could have been distracted from watching Trish play with Sally. Seeing her choose to punish another woman instead of me was the closest thing I had ever felt to being cucked. It was truly one of the lowest points in my life.

When Trish finally finished spanking Sally, she forced her to stand in front of her. She then instructed Mary and I to do the same. Once my co-worker allowed me up to my feet, I practically ran over to Trish, almost bumping Sally out of the way.

Mary then joined us, but I continued to be a brat by stepping in front of her. However, as the three of us jostled for position, Trish immediately shut me down, yelling, “Stop it, Hairy!

As I stood there quietly, I couldn’t help but feel all three of them staring at me. I actually wanted to smile, but Trish put a stop to any hope I had, saying, “I know what you’re doing, Hairy…”

With my eyes wide, and my hands behind my back, I asked in my most innocent voice, “What do you mean, Miss Trish?”

“You’re acting like a child,” she expressed, causing my heart to stop. “Little kids misbehave just to like… get attention… That’s what you’re doing right now…”

“No, it’s not, Miss Trish!” I argued, though deep down inside, I knew she was exactly right. “I just…”

Before I could get out another word, Mary and Sally both cut me off, agreeing with my boss. “That’s exactly what you’re doing!”

There was no point in arguing, because I knew Trish would just shut me down again if I attempted to argue with her. Even worse, I knew that disagreeing with her would only further my chances the falling out of her favor.

Plenty of damage had already been done, with Mary and Sally both making their moves. Somehow, I was the only one who was in any real trouble.

It had become a disappointing day, to say the least. However, things only got worse as I was forced to stand there and watch Trish rub both my co-workers between the legs like she did Mary and me earlier. Our boss even did that thing where she forced her fingers between their cheeks and rubbed their ass holes. I was completely fuming because I should have been the one getting my anus rubbed!

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Alles begann mit dem Ansatz etwas Gutes für meinen Körper und Seele zu tun. Ich, das heißt Carola, 18 Jahre alt, zierliche 165 groß, blondes gelocktes Haar bis zu den Schulterblättern, grünen Augen und ein Körper voller Sommersprossen, stand gerade mitten in der Vorbereitung meiner letzte Abi-Prüfungen und hatte eine mehr oder weniger komplizierte Beziehung zu beendet. Die letzten Wochen haben mich folglich viel Kraft und Zeit gekostet, sodass ich mich nicht nur ausgelaugt gefühlt habe, sondern mein Körper auch danach aussah. Ich fühlte mich schlaff, lustlos und ein wenig aufgedunsen. Alles Attribute, welche ich auf keinen Fall mit mir oder gar meinem jungen Körper in Verbindung bringen wollte. Ich erinnerte mich nur zu gern an meinen sportlichen und vor kraft strotzenden Körper, welcher mit leichtem Sixpack und einem Po zum „Nüsse knacken” jedem Kerl den Kopf verdrehte. Um diesen Umstand wieder zu erreichen oder zumindest auf ein für mich normales Niveau zu bringen beschloss ich den Weg zur Schule, immerhin knapp 5km, täglich mit dem Fahrrad zurückzulegen und am Abend meine ältere Schwester Hanna (22 Jahre alt) zum Tanztraining zu begleiten.

Anfänglich viel mir der ungewohnt viele Sport recht schwer und ich merkte, dass ich meinem zierlichen Körper doch einiges abverlangte. Jedoch zeigten sich recht schnell erste Erfolge und auch meine geistige Fitness nahm spürbar zu. Ich fühlte mich Tag für Tag fitter und begehrenswerter und fing langsam aber sicher wieder an meinen Körper sexy und aufreizend zu finden. Auch kurze Rückschläge, wie auftretender Muskelkater oder der berühmte Kampf gegen den inneren Schweinehund, konnten mein Bestreben nicht brechen. Aufgrund der ungewohnten körperlichen Belastung, besonders im Schritt und am Po, stieg ich jedoch von meinen sonst bevorzugten Hotpants (scheuerte einfach zu sehr auf Dauer) auf eine bis dato eher ungenutzte Form, den Stringtanga, um. Hier lies ich mich durch meine ältere Schwester beraten und in einem Anflug ardahan escort von weiblichem Shoppingwahn kauften wir mir einen bunten Straus an unterschiedlichsten Tangas. Nach kurzer Eingewöhnung genoss ich die Vorteile die so ein knapper Tanga mit sich brachte zunehmend. Besonders die minimalistisch geschnittenen Modelle, sprich wo eigentlich nur ein dicker Faden meine Rosette und ein zierliches Dreieck meine Scham bedeckten, ließen mich das Radeln noch mehr genießen. Nichts scheuerte mehr und durch den straff und eng anliegenden Stoff kam es auch zu der ein oder anderen Reibung in meinem Schritt und meiner bis dato unbekannt empfindlichen Rosette.

Da mein Körper nun die gewünschte Sportlichkeit wiedererlangt hatte und es ohnehin sehr warm war, wurde mein Outfit entsprechend luftig. Die anfänglich getragenen Jeans und Pullis blieben im Schrank und getragen wurde nun meist ein enges Top oder Bluse kombiniert mit einem Mini oder einer frechen Jeans-Hotpants. Zusätzlich beschloss ich aufgrund meiner kleinen, festen Brüste selten einen BH unter den Tops zu tragen. Besonders am Morgen, wenn die Luft noch etwas kühler war, genoss ich den Fahrtwind, welcher sich unter meinem luftigen Rock sammelte und direkt in meinem Schoss zu Verwirbelungen sorgte. Dieses angenehme Gefühl umschloss meinen gesamten Körper und ich spürte wie mein gesamter Körper den Luftzug durch meinen Schoß genoss. Ich bekam eine Gänsehaut, welche durch ein wohliges Kribbeln im Bauch begleitet wurde. Zusätzlich richteten sich meine zarten knospen an meinen leider recht kleinen aber sehr harten Brüsten merklich auf und erzeugten ein Gefühl und unerträglicher Spannung. Zu gern hätte ich sie sofort mit meinen Fingern berührt, sie gestreichelt und langsam aber sicher massiert. Wäre dann wahrscheinlich in ein leichtes Drücken und Zupfen, bis hin zu einem ordentlichen Zwirbeln meiner kleinen Freunde übergegangen. Man kann sich vorstellen, dass meine Gedanken für erhebliche Feuchtigkeitsbildung artvin escort in meinem Schoß und Ablenkung in meinem Kopf führten. Ich strampelte somit, von meinem nach Berührung schreienden Körper getrieben, wie eine Besessene die Straße herunter und beachtete in meinem Rausch kaum noch die Umwelt um mich herum. Durch ein lautes Krachen wurde ich schlagartig aus meinem erotischen Tagtraum mit Fahrtwindunterstützung herausgerissen. Wie in Zeitlupe sah ich mich von meinem Sattel in Richtung Bordstein fliegen. Erst kurz nach der wirklich sehr schmerzvollen Landung beschleunigte sich das Leben um mich herum und ich spürte ein ordentliches Brennen am Oberschenkel, Knie und meinen Unterarmen. Vom Schmerz abgelenkt, hatte ich noch gar nicht verinnerlicht was da gerade passiert ist. Erst durch ein zärtliches Streicheln auf meiner Schulter nahm ich von meinem Unfallpartner und der Gesamtsituation Kenntnis.

„Hey Kleine, alles klar bei dir?” Ich ortete die helle Frauenstimme und drehte mich langsam zu ihr hin. „Da hab ich dich wohl ganz schön erwischt. Ich war gerade abgelenkt, als du mir wie eine Wahnsinnige gegen mein Rad gedonnert bist! Wie ich sehe ist dir und deinem Fahrrad jedoch deutlich mehr passiert als mir.” Ich schaute an mir runter, erkannte die blutigen Schrammen. Dann schaute ich weiter zu meinem Fahrrad…oder das was es einmal war und anschließend zu der bislang noch fremden Frau hinüber. Es handelte sich um eine durch ordentliche, weibliche Proportionen geprägte Frau mittleren Alters. Sie hatte ein freundliches Lächeln, welches mit ihren braunen Augen und schwarzen Haaren optimal harmonierte. Ihr sportlicher Körper war durch ein luftiges Sommerkleid bedeckt, sodass ich leicht die großen Brüste und das pralle aber dennoch sehr sportliche Becken erkennen konnte. „Ich bin Jasmin” sprach sie und hielt mir ihre Hand hin… „komm ich helf dir hoch”. Nachdem ich wieder auf den Beinen war und meine Kleidung ein wenig zu Recht bodrum escort gerückt hatte, bemerkte ich, dass meine Nippel trotz der anhaltenden Schmerzen immer noch steinhart den Stoff meines Tops ausbeulten. Auch Jasmin schien dieser Umstand nicht verborgen zu bleiben, denn mit einem frechen Grinsen im Gesicht, lachte sie mir ein „na Kleine, deinem Körper scheinen die Schmerzen ja nix auszumachen…ganz im Gegenteil, er erfreut sich scheinbar sogar dran!” Ich wurde schlagartig knallrot im Gesicht und konnte mir selbst nicht erklären, warum mein Körper dermaßen unangebracht reagierte.

Jasmin ging gar nicht auf meine roten backen ein und plapperte drauf los… „Du siehst ja vollkommen demoliert aus. Wenn du magst kannst du dich bei mir ein wenig frisch machen. Ich wohn hier nur ein paar Straßen um die Ecke.” Da sie mir sehr symphytisch war und meine Wunden doch ein wenig Reinigung vertragen konnten, beschloss ich mit ihr zu gehen. Auf dem Weg zu ihrem Haus erklärte sie mir, dass sie 36 war, als Sekretärin in einem großen Betrieb arbeitet und eine Tochter in meinem Alter alleine großzog. Noch während sie mir einen Schwung aus ihrem Leben erzählte betrachtete ich sie genauer. Sie war für ihr Alter in absoluter Topform. Durch das eng anliegende Kleid konnte ich kein Gramm Fett, sondern nur durchtrainiertes Fleisch erkennen. Besonders ihr großer Busen faszinierte mich sehr. Er schien wie an Fäden gehalten, dem ordentlichen Gewicht zu trotzen. Wenn der Weg etwas enger wurde, ging sie ein paar Meter voraus und präsentierte mir so, eher unaufdringlich, ihren knackigen und wohlgeformten Po. Auch wenn dieser sicherlich knapp 2 Nummern größer war als meiner schien er sehr fest und durchtrainiert zu sein. Da ich bisher eigentlich kein großes Interesse an fremden Frauen hatte wunderte ich mich immer noch über mein großes Interesse an ihrem Körper. Ich ertappte mich selbst dabei, dass ich mich fragte was sie wohl unter diesem Kleid tragen würde…ob sie auch auf minimalistische Tangas, raffinierte Pants oder gar wilde Bodys stehen würde….ob sie eher Push-up Bh`s trägt oder evtl. mehr auf Sporttops steht…sogar die Überlegung ob sie wie ich eher halterlose Strümpfe oder gar verruchte Strapse bevorzugt kam mir in meinen Kopf.

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Je m’assis sur le lit, observant les miroirs dans la chambre. Elise suivit mon regard et rougit. Elle restait debout devant moi, la tête légèrement baissée. Elle savait ce qui allait se passer et ne pouvait rien faire contre…

– Enfile quelque chose de plus sexy, lui intimais-je.

Elise resta interdite. Je me levai et vint me placer juste devant elle.

– Mettons les choses au point tout de suite. Là, dans cette chambre, tu obéis au moindre de mes désirs. Au doigt et à l’œil. Comme une bonne petite chienne bien dressée… (elle rougit. De honte? de colère?) Si je te dis, mets toi à quatre pattes sur le lit et écarte toi le cul, dans la seconde, je veux voir ton cul tendu vers moi, et tes mains qui écartent tes fesses… Tu comprends?

Elise gardait la tête baissée. Il se passa une seconde avant qu’elle hoche la tête en signe d’assentiment.

– Je n’ai pas entendu…

– Oui, murmura t-elle.

Je passais mes mains sous son pull, m’amusant à caresser son énorme poitrine.

– Oui, qui?

Elle me regarda sans comprendre. A ce moment précis, je lui pinçai les tétons. Pas trop fort. Jusqu’elle comprenne. Elle ne cherchait même pas à se dérober.

– Oui, monsieur.

Mon sourire victorieux lui fit baisser les yeux.

– Dis moi petite salope, tu as sûrement une tenue que tu mets pour exciter ton mari?

– Oui monsieur.

– Eh bien qu’est-ce que tu attends…? Déshabille-toi…

Je me laissai retomber sur le lit en la regardant. Elise s’écarta vers l’armoire et, me tournant le dos, ota son pull. Elle déboutonna son pantalon et le retira. Elle portait une culotte blanche et un soutien gorge assorti. Elle ouvrit un tiroir et en sortit une tenue noire.

– Pas la peine pour le soutif, fis-je, j’ai envie de voir tes grosses loches qui se balancent pendant que je te défoncerai la chatte…

Elise baissa un peu plus la tête. Pendant qu’elle se changeait, je m’amusai à la mater sous toutes les coutures. Lorsqu’elle me fit face, elle portait une culotte noire transparente et des bas auto-fixant.

– Voilà, tu ressembles déjà plus à une pute comme çà. Enfile ça, fis en lui jetant un petit masque noir qui allait lui couvrir les yeux. Et dépêche! A moins que tu ne veuilles que ton mari ne nous trouve ici.

Elise me regarda d’un air mauvais et enfila le masque. Elle ne voyait pus rien. Je sortis rapidement mon appareil téléphonique et enclenchai silencieusement la caméra. Je posai le elazığ escort téléphone à l’endroit que Karl m’avait indiqué. Il ne louperait rien de la séance.

Je me levai et commençai à mordiller les tétons d’Elise. Sa respiration se fit immédiatement plus lourde.

– Tu sais pourquoi tu vas adorer que je te baise? Parce que tu as une excuse… Tu aimes ton mari, tu es fidèle… Mais là, ce n’est pas de ta faute… Tu n’as pas le choix… Tu vas pouvoir jouir comme une trainée sans te sentir coupable…

Je baissai sa culotte.

– Mets les mains dans le dos. Et écarte les jambes.

Elise ne s’exécuta pas. Je la pris par les cheveux et la giflai. Je la senti partir en arrière, mais je la ramenai contre moi.

– Une pute ne fait pas répéter. Elle obéit. C’est compris?

– Oui… murmura t’elle.

Nouvelle gifle.

– Oui, monsieur, reprit-elle d’elle-même.

– Bien. Tu sais quoi? Je vais te laisser une chance. Si tu ne jouis pas dans les 10 minutes, alors je m’en vais et te donnerai la vidéo et l’original… Tu n’entendras plus jamais parler de moi…

Je la sentis se reprendre.

– Et si je jouis? fit-elle dans un souffle

– D’abord, tu devras demander l’autorisation pour prendre ton pied… Si tu jouis, ça prouvera simplement que tu es une grosse chienne en chaleur, prête à tout pour de la queue…

J’aimais l’insulter. A voir sa poitrine se soulever, je savais qu’elle vivait un moment intense.

– Ecarte tes jambes… (elle s’exécuta) Hum cette chatte rasée de près…

Je mis deux doigts devant sa bouche.

– Mouille les bien…

Elise entrouvrit la bouche et accueillit mes deux doigts en enroulant sa langue. Elle les massait doucement.

– Mouille les plus…

Elise continuait de lécher mes doigts. Je les retirai de sa bouche et écartant ses lèvres rasées, m’amusais à promener mes doigts humides sur sa chatte. Exactement le même traitement qu’elle avait reçu, droguée. Immédiatement, elle respira plus lourdement. Je fis passer ma langue dans son coup, descendant jusqu’à son téton que je mis à mordiller.

Je sentais de la mouille s’écouler de ses lèvres.

– Allons, ne me dis pas que tu vas déjà jouir…?

– N..Non, répondit-elle.

Je la giflai de la main gauche. Au même moment j’enfonçais mes doigts dans sa chatte rasée. Elle étouffa un cri de surprise. Tout en la maintenant contre moi, je la branlais bien à fond.

Ma erzincan escort langue courait autour de ses tétons.

Elle aimait ça.

– Je sais que tu es une bonne petite salope… lui murmurais-je à l’oreille. Combien de temps tu vas tenir?

– Je… Je ne sais… pas… (j’arrêtai de la branler) Monsieur, ajouta t’elle immédiatement.

– C’est mieux. Embrasse-moi…

Elle approcha de moi, et entrouvrit la bouche. Je vis sa langue sortir, à la recherche de la mienne. Ses mains voulurent m’enlacer, mais je la rappelai immédiatement à l’ordre.

– Mains dans le dos!

Elle s’exécuta.

– J’aime beaucoup comment tu joues avec ta langue.

Mes mouvements dans sa chatte étaient de plus en plus profonds. J’avais l’impression que j’aurais pu y entrer ma main. Un doigt supplémentaire était suffisant pour le moment. Elise avait du mal à se tenir debout.

Je mordillai son téton un peu plus fort, passant de ses seins à sa bouche tout en la tenant fortement par les cheveux.

-M …Monsieur… fit-elle.

Je savais ce qu’elle allait dire.

Je ne répondis pas, continuant à la branler, m’assurant du coin de l’œil que la caméra du téléphone ne ratait pas une miette du spectacle.

-Monsieur, fit-elle de nouveau, plus insistante.

– Tu as quelque chose à me demander?

Elle haletait. Mes doigts étaient recouverts de mouille.

– Oui… Je voudrais… ah…Je voudrais jouir…

– Ce n’est pas comme çà qu’une chienne demande… Il faut supplier son maître…

Je serrai son clito entre mes doigts, lui arrachant un petit cri avant de replonger dans sa chatte béante…

– S’il vous plait, Monsieur… Je… je vous en supplie…

– Je ne sais pas, fis-je sadiquement. La promesse d’une bonne pipe m’aiderait à te dire oui.

De ma main libre, j’enfonçai plusieurs doigts ans sa bouche. Elle ne pouvait plus parler, mais faisait oui de la tête. Je retirai mes doigts.

– Je vous su… je vous sucerai. (comme je ne disais rien) Je vous…sucerai… bien à fond… Je m’appliquerai…

– C’est bon ma pute. Jouis… Vas-y!

Je la serrai contre moi et la pénétrai de mes doigts le plus violemment possible. Elle me saisit, mais je la laissai faire. Ses soupirs se firent très forts, et elle se mit à crier alors que je la défonçai avec mes doigts tout en l’insultant.

– C’est bon, petite chiennasse… t’es une vraie pute en chaleur. Tu erzurum escort fous ta mouille partout…

Au moment où je la sentis redescendre, je calmais mes mouvements sans arrêter complètement.

– Maintenant, tu vas abaisser mon pantalon…

Elle savait ce qui allait suivre. Je continuai de la branler doucement pour la maintenir dans un réel état d’excitation. Ses doigts s’activèrent sur ma ceinture. Elle fit sauter mes boutons rapidement. Je savais qu’elle sentait mon erection. Cela l’excita davantage. Elle tira sur le pantalon et le caleçon.

– Une pute suce à genoux…

Elle se laissa tomber sur les genoux tandis que, pantalon baissé, je m’agenouillais sur le bord du lit.

Je pris ma queue dans ma main droite et m’enfonçai dans sa bouche. Je sentis sa langue chaude s’enrouler autour de ma bite. D’elle-même , elle tenait d’enfoncer le membre le plus loin possible tout en me branlant.

Je lui pinçai les tétons.

– Mains dans le dos!

Elle s’exécuta, continuant ses mouvements de haut en bas. Je pris ma queue et la maintint quelques instants hors de sa bouche. La regarder, à genoux, bouche ouverte, attendant que je lui baise la bouche était un vrai régal.

-Lèche mes couilles!

Elle passa sa langue sur mon sexe rasé tandis que je me branlais doucement en la regardant. J’avais beaucoup de projets pour elle…

Je lui saisis la nuque et m’enfonçais de nouveau dans sa bouche.

– Je veux sentir ta langue!

Elle m’obéit immédiatement. Je me branlais dans sa bouche. Je voulais qu’elle se sente utilisée, soumise.

– Tu es une vraie grosse pute!!! Avale!

Je me mis à jouir dans sa bouche. De longues giclées que je lui envoyais directement au fond de la gorge. Je l’écoutais avaler difficilement. Je la repoussai : elle était à genoux, la bouche tuméfiée par la pipe qu’elle venait de me prodiguer!

– Mets-toi à quatre pattes sur le lit…

J’allais passer à la suite du plan… Je saisis mon téléphone et composai un numéro. Elise releva la tête. Je lui giflai le cul.

– Baisse la tête! (elle s’exécuta) Mohammed? Vien nous rejoindre… La pute est prête.

Je rabaissais le clapet du téléphone. Elise voulut se redresser mais je la plaquais contre le lit :

– Écoute-moi bien : tu m’appartiens pendant 90 minutes! Si tu refuses, je me tire, mais tous tes proches te verront sucer une queue et tromper ton mec… c’est ce que tu veux?

Elise ne répondait pas. Elle écoutait le bruit de la porte d’entrée qui claque.

– Tu n’as pas le choix… fis-je en passant ma main dans sa chatte. Tu es trempée… je m’en doutais!

Elise écoutait les pas qui approchaient.

– Entre Mohammed…

“a suivre”

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La route du retour fut un véritable calvaire pour Lucille…. Toutes ces images qui défilaient dans sa tête … Ces hommes qui ne la connaissaient pas et s’étaient servi d’elle sans le moindre scrupule… Elle qui il y a peu encore était une employée bosseuse et respectable et qui aujourd’hui n’était plus qu’un objet un vulgaire morceau de viande jeté en pâture à ces porcs…. Qui plus est n’étaient pas dans la confidence mais ne s’étaient même pas offusqué de la voir traitée ainsi ou de savoir quel était le noir dessein de son chef pour elle….

Ces pensées eurent raison de la force qu’elle montrait jusqu’à présent et elle éclata en larmes pour le reste du trajet.

Arrivée devant chez elle, Lucille reprend ses esprits mais ces images la torturent toujours… Ces flashs dans sa tête mêlés à l’odeur de semence qui émane de son corps lui donnent la nausée et elle se retient de peu de vomir…. Mais elle se reprend mascara coulant sur ses joues yeux rougis par les larmes et sort de la voiture.

Mince se dit-elle …. Son ordinateur est resté au travail dans la précipitation… Tant pis demain elle ira tôt bosser pour rattraper ça…. De toute façon plus rien n’a d’importance pour le moment….

Arrivée sur son perron, elle constate avec étonnement que la porte est entrouverte, elle entre donc, pose son sac à main dans l’entrée et marche en direction du salon.

Arrivée, elle constate que Marc s’y trouve, verre de Whisky et cigare à la main la fixant depuis un fauteuil, en jean et chemise.

– Ah tu es là rejoins moi et met toi à l’aise Lucille! (un sourire se dessine sur son visage)

Mécaniquement, Lucille enlève sa veste de tailleur et la pose sur une chaise puis avance vers lui commençant à défaire les boutons du haut de son chemisier… 1 puis deux le regard vide.

– Que fais-tu ma belle? Je ne t’ai rien demandé …

– Mais je croyais que?

– Ne crois rien va te chercher un thé et assieds toi

Machinalement, Lucille fait volte-face et sans même penser à remettre ses boutons part à la cuisine et reviens avec un thé. Elle s’assoit sur un pouf face à Marc le regardant droit dans les yeux comme pour surveiller un prédateur.

– Raconte-moi ta réunion alors ….

Lucille dans les moindres détails lui expose les faits de la réunion. Marc écoute attentivement ne perdant pas une miette, Profitant de cette accalmie pour sortir un mouchoir, l’imbiber légèrement d’eau chaude et le passer sur le visage de Lucille pour en enlever les traces de ses pleurs et le mascara.

Au début, Lucille a un mouvement de recul puis sous la douceur des gestes poursuit son histoire et se détend.

Marc n’en perd pas une miette jusqu’à la fin du récit.

– Ca alors tu m’épates! je ne pensais pas que tu y arriverais et surtout que tu arriverais à les corrompre si vite!

– Comment ça? Vous les connaissez?

– Oui ce sont des bourgeois et rentiers très traditionnalistes! Je dois tout te raconter … Je suis un ami de ton patron Mr Luzac et c’est moi qui était l’absent du jour! Pour ne pas te perturber je ne suis pas venu et j’ai bien fait! Depuis quelques temps nous pensions à utiliser des charmes féminins pour décrocher des contrats mais nous pensions que ça les rebuterait … Mais apparemment ton côté candide d’apparence les a charmé et je t’en félicite!

– C’est pour ça que vous connaissiez tous ces détails?…

– Oui me belle mais estime toi heureuse tu ne tarderas surement pas à rembourser ce qu’Alex nous doit!

A ces mots Lucille baisse la tête en signe de soumission.

– Et maintenant que dois-je faire?

– Je suis un homme de parole tu sais je t’avais promis une récompense et je compte bien m’y tenir … Tu as ton premier client cet après-midi mais je te donne ma parole que tu n’auras rien à faire! je serai là pour m’en assurer ….

– mon premier client? …

– Oui il ne te sera pas vraiment inconnu ne t’inquiète pas… tu t’habilles comme tu veux mais mets un maillot de bain, le bikini blanc que je t’ai préparé dans ta chambre et rejoins moi à la voiture. Après on ira fêter notre partenariat au restaurant et nous rentrerons nous coucher! c’est une aubaine pour toi une superbe occasion de rembourser une partie de ta dette.

Un petit sourire crispé s’affiche sur le visage de Lucille qui ne sachant pas réellement à quoi s’attendre ne répond pas et finit son thé.

Puis elle se lève et se rend dans sa chambre pendant que calmement Marc se rend à sa voiture. En arrivant, elle découvre un petit bikini comme toute très classe, mais quelque chose lui saute aux yeux, il a vraiment l’air trop petit…. Le prenant, elle se rend compte que le bas est au moins une taille trop petite, de même que les bonnets du haut…. Elle l’enfile tout de même le bas forme deus triangles, le derrière rentrant légèrement tant il est serré et le devant cache juste ses lèvres…. Les deux parties sont jointes par des nœuds rosette. Enfin que dire des deux petits triangles du haut eux aussi noués dans le cou et le dos, qui cachent environ la moitié eskişehir escort de ses seins et les serrent tellement qu’un effet pushup est désormais visible…. Avec cet ensemble, elle a l’air d’une bimbo qui n’a de cesse que d’aguicher….

Elle enfile aussitôt son jean, un débardeur et une petite veste et rejoint Marc qui l’attend de pied ferme.

– On va à l’hotel thermal à la sortie de la ville notre client nous y attend pour un cocktail au bar des bains. Donc comme je t’ai dit, je te présente, mais il te connait déjà je pense et après tout dépend de toi, moi je suis le contact seulement!

Lucille fait oui de la tête sans broncher de plus en plus, tout se mêle dans sa tête…. Mais pour une fois, elle semble pouvoir contrôler une entrevue….

Arrivés à l’hôtel, ils descendent, et Marc confie la clef de sa voiture au voiturier, puis ils entrent dans le hall, Lucille est ébahie par le Luxe de cet endroit, que des gens qui sentent l’argent à plein nez … Qui vat ‘elle bien pouvoir rencontrer dans ce lieu?

– Je vais me changer je te commande un cocktail rejoins moi au bar central!

Changée, Lucille sort et découvre une grande pièce thermale avec trois bassins et des salles de Hammam et Sauna. La piscine la plus grande, comme Marc l’a indiqué possède un bar aquatique avec des tabourets à demi immergés. Lucille se dirige vers le bassin du bar et sent comme elle l’avant pressenti tous les regards posés sur elle, sur sa tenue, mais aussi sur les marques laissées par la ceinture dans son dos…. seuls les deux hommes, ce qu’elle reconnait être Marc et un Homme noir légèrement enveloppés lui tournent le dos. Fort heureusement, se dit-elle, les bassins de nage sont pleins, mais celui du bar est relativement vide…. Seules les deux hommes et le barman s’y trouvent.

Lucille entre dans l’eau et salue les deux hommes avant de s’assoir au bar.

– Prend ma place à côté de Monsieur Lucille moi je vais aller nager!

A ces mots, Marc se lève et Lucille s’assoie, eau au-dessus du bassin et lance un petit sourire plutôt gêné à l’homme noir.

– Ah oui Lucille avant de partir une dernière chose …. Surtout ne bouge pas!

A ces mots, comme figée, Lucille se pétrifie et Marc défait d’un geste habile les deux nœuds du bas du maillot puis le tire d’un coup sec.

– Que faites-vous?

– Tu es sous l’eau, à moins de venir te coller personne verra … je le garde avec moi en garantie!

Lucille se retient mais ne dit rien et cache son malaise sous l’œil hilare de son « client » noir qui d’un ton moqueur balance

– C’est bien mieux ainsi!

Marc tout sourire repart, bas du maillot de Lucille en mains, laissant les deux à leurs affaires.

Lucille toute gênée reprend place face au comptoir puis sachant que dorénavant elle n’a d’autre choix, entame la conversation.

– Enchantée Lucille, et vous êtes?

– Diaby Etienne Diaby on s’est déjà parlé il me semble non?

Tout ne fait qu’un tour dans la tête de Lucille ce Mr Diaby,…. Celui du mail étonnement égaré…

– Heuuu oui effectivement ravie de vous rencontrer en chair et en os!

L’homme d’un petit air moqueur répond

– Et moi donc! (la toisant de haut en bas insistant sur le bas) Je dois donc négocier avec la fameuse Lucille qui m’a fait perdre quelques milliers d’euros…. Pas sûr que j’ai vraiment envie de confier ma nouvelle flotte à vos services ….

– Cette erreur était je vous l’accorde inadmissible, mais nous offrons et de loin les meilleurs services je vous l’assure! et d’ailleurs l’offre que nous vous avions fait par la suite a dû compenser les pertes

Si Lucille n’avait pas été dans cette tenue et cette position de faiblesse, son discours aurait été des plus convaincants et son ton très professionnel ajoutait à l’ironie de la situation.

– Mademoiselle en moyenne mes avions cloués au sol me coûtaient 21 mille euros par jour chacun… 3 avions, trois semaines de retard sur le traitement de mon mail… je vous la fait simple …. Au bas mot nous sommes sur un manque à gagner au bas mot de 1,3 millions… Nous sommes loin du compte et je dirai même que je ne compte pas la dégradation de notre image!

Lucille prend quelques gorgées de son cocktail et poursuit

– De combien de nouveaux avions disposez-vous?

– 5 avions de ligne

Lucille a bien étudié les dossiers et les tarifs pour être prête en négociation

– 5 avions, nous serions sur un coup d’entretien sur l’année, service inclus de 500 mille euros ce qui inclus les techniciens, les assurances et les livraisons de pièces!

L’homme à ces mots passe une main sur l’intérieur de la cuisse de Lucille et caresse et palpe délicatement

– moi écoutez l’offre et le sérieux de la concurrence m’attire plus … A moins d’un bonus de signature! A ce que j’ai cru comprendre et voir, cela est plus ou moins prévu non?

Docilement, Lucille ne bouge pas et se laisse faire par l’homme qui s’approche de plus en plus de son entre jambes sous l’eau.

Intérieurement, Lucille gaziantep escort réfléchit, cela lui coûte, mais 10% de cette somme …. Cela rembourserait la moitié des dettes d’Alex…. Elle se devait de le faire pour sauver son homme et éponger la dette…. Et bon en attendant tant d’hommes profitaient de ses charmes… il fallait que cela cesse et vite!

– A la signature seulement alors …

– Bien entendu ma belle, je suis disponible demain encore! Après je signerai ailleurs si tu ne t’es pas présentée!

– Je viendrai demain sans faute monsieur!

– Demain, pourquoi pas maintenant et demain?

– Ce n’était pas l’accord ….

– Je suis le client il me semble … enfin tant pis si tu ne veux pas de cette nouvelle flotte!

Lucille baisse la tête à ces mots ce qui laisse Mr Diaby comprendre qu’il sort vainqueur de ce duel!

Rejoins-moi dans ma suite la 205 au fond du couloir! en maillot de bain ne perds pas de temps à te rhabiller ça ne servira à rien …

L’homme noir se lève sort de l’eau et laisse Lucille qui vainement cherche Marc et son bas de maillot dans l’eau. Quand elle l’aperçoit, ce dernier ne répond pas à ses signes, mais au contraire lui fait signe de le rejoindre….

Lucille le regarde incrédule… il est avec 2 autres hommes dans le jacuzzi, il n’est pas sérieux?!

Marc impatient lui jette un regard noir qui fait remonter en Lucille le souvenir des coups de ceinturon…. Elle sort le plus discrètement de l’eau. Fort heureusement, il ne lui reste que 10-20 mètres à parcourir hors de l’eau. Ce qu’elle fait puis arrive face à marc assis plaisantant avec les hommes.

– Regardez là… quand je vous dis qu’elle aime s’exhiber!!!

Les hommes se moquent mais leur regard est fixé sur le bas du corps nu de Lucille.

Marc lui jette son maillot

-Allez remet moi ça…. Tu me fais honte à toujours l’enlever! Vaque à tes occupations on se rejoint ici quand tu auras fini!

Lucille s’empresse d’enfiler son bas et le renouer et se dirige vers la sortie après s’être essuyée.

Elle prend ensuite l’ascenseur jusqu’au deuxième et frappe à la 205.

– oui?

– C’est Lucille Mr!

– Ah c’est toi!

La porte s’ouvre presque immédiatement et l’homme dont elle remarque dorénavant la taille se présente face à elle en caleçon. Lucille n’est pas petite du haut de ses 1.60 mètres, elle est dans la moyenne, mais cet homme, lui semble comment dire…. être un colosse il doit bien mesurer 1m95-2 mètre et très carré même si il a un peu de ventre ses épaules sont larges et ses bras immenses! Lucille a un moment de blocage mais finit par avancer dans l’entrée.

L’homme la toise du regard puis la stoppe.

– Attends un peu… Laisse ton maillot dehors, il ne te servira à rien ici!

A ces mots, la porte toujours grande ouverte, il la plaque face au mur et habilement tire sur chacun des nœuds de sa culotte la laissant tomber à ses pieds puis vient le tour de son haut qu’il retire de la même façon.

D’un coup de pied, il les repousse dans le couloir sous le regard incrédule de Lucille qui n’en croit pas ses yeux.

– Voilà tu es fin prête pour notre entrevue!

A ces mots, Lucille toujours face au mur, il lui malaxe les seins sans douceur comme pour tâter des fruits avant de les acheter… encore que l’on serait plus doux avec des fruits. Lucille ressent de la douleur mais ne bronche pas. Elle est effarée de voir la taille de ces mains dans lesquelles chacun des seins disparait intégralement.

– Aujourd’hui je vais t’apprendre ce qu’il coûte de faire des erreurs…. Et demain on négociera!

Lucille qui n’a d’autre choix acquiesce d’un signe de tête.

– Bien va sur le lit! sur le ventre! j’arrive!

Lucille entre donc nue et s’allonge sur le lit pendant que l’homme verrouille la porte.

L’homme entre à son tour lui jette un masque de nuit .

– Tiens mets ça sur tes yeux!

Lucille l’enfile, l’homme sort des menottes et lui attache les mains dans le dos, puis il place deux gros oreillers sous le bas ventre de Lucille pour surélever son bassin et de deux menottes à la chaîne plus longues, attache ses chevilles aux pieds du lit. Cela rend la position très inconfortable et pire encore, Lucille ne peut plus ni bouger, ni voir ce qui se passe.

– 1 Heure aujourd’hui 1 Heure demain si tu es obéissante, le contrat est pour toi! sinon, adieux le contrat…. D’ailleurs oublie pas de ma l’apporter demain!

Lucille hoche de la tête et repose sa joue contre le matelas son cœur battant à 200 à l’heure sous l’effet du stress … Elle qui pensait réellement avoir sa récompense… Pas de rapport sexuel… Marc s’était bien moqué de lui!

Tout à coup ses pensées se stoppèrent sentant de grosses mains calleuses caresser et malaxer ses fesses.

– Tu as vraiment un bon cul pour une petite blonde! il me donne un tas d’idées pour demain! bien blanc et bombé et des bonnes cuisses un régal!

A ces mots elle sent la deuxième main s’abattre violemment sur son postérieur lui giresun escort arrachant un cri de douleur. Elle sent sa peau la bruler. Avant qu’elle n’ait pu s’en remettre, un revers s’abat sur se deuxième fesses lui faisant atrocement mal. L’homme rit doucement et la caresse de nouveau.

– Il est assez gros pour bien remuer sous les fessées mais pas trop le rendant très agréable à la vue et au toucher!

Lucille entend les pas du colosse contourner le lit et le matelas s’affaisser. Une odeur se fait sentir et se rapproche de son visage. L’homme a sorti son sexe elle en est sure… Cela n’y manque pas, elle sent son gland se présenter contre ses lèvres. Mécaniquement elle ouvre la bouche pour accepter le pénis de son futur client qui ne se fait pas prier pour s’y enfoncer.

Bien sur sa bouche est assez grande, mais de peu pour permettre à ce gland monstrueux de s’y introduire… Même le sexe de Marc en bouche ne lui faisait pas cet effet elle sent sa mâchoire distendue quand l’homme commence les vas et viens à l’intérieur.

Les larmes de Lucille dues à la douleur des fessées sont bientôt rejointes par les traits de bave de cette dernière incapable d’avaler sa salive tant sa bouche est écartelés… elle ressent la même douleur à sa mâchoire, à ses commissures que lorsque chez le dentiste, elle avait eu cet sorte d’objet pour empêcher le patient de refermer sa bouche… cette sensation était horrible!

Après quelques minutes de vas et viens, Lucille sent Mr Diaby retirer enfin son énorme engin et le matelas reprendre sa forme d’origine. Lucille reprend son souffle et ses esprits avant de sentir un souffle chaud entre ses cuisses.

Lucille n’était pas coutumière du fait…. Tous les préliminaires la révulsaient et elle ne s’y prêtait que très rarement avec Alex… Non pas qu’il ne veuille pas, mais pour elle, le contact entre une bouche et un sexe était sale…

Toujours est-il qu’elle sentit une langue passer dans sa fente, les deux mains calleuses posées sur ses fesses, les pousses écartant ses lèvres. La langue allait et venait habilement jusqu’à atteindre le clitoris de lucille. A ce moment, la pression de la langue ainsi que ses petits mouvements se firent plus insistants?

La sensation que ressentit lucille après tant de souffrances fut incomparable.

Bien sûr l’acte la révulsait toujours autant, le contexte peut-être encore plus, mais son corps semblait penser autrement et son ventre se noua, sa respiration se fit plus profonde.

Bientôt cette sensation de contraction se déploya dans tout le corps, et, contre toute attente et toute envie, Lucille se mit à gémir et de plus en plus fort.

Tout est maintenant hors de contrôle pour Lucille qui ne peut empêcher son corps de se contracter de plus en plus. Bien sûr elle tente en vain de retenir ses gémissements mais rien n’y fait… son corps meurtri semble apprécier ce moment de douceur intime.

C’est alors que tout son corps se crispe et qu’un orgasme foudroie Lucille qui retombe la tête dans le matelas au moment où la langue cesse son exploration.

– Tu es prête maintenant ma belle!

Lucille sent le gland presser contre son vagin, jamais elle n’aurait pu imaginer que tel engin pourrait rentrer en elle mais pourtant, sous l’effet lubrificateur de la salive et forcément de sa mouille dû à l’orgasme, centimètre par centimètre, celui-ci entre en elle entièrement.

L’homme commence alors de puissants vas et viens dans une Lucille épuisée par son précédent orgasme et incapable de bouger.

La douleur se fait ressentir, mais le plaisir aussi le tout mêlé à de la honte de faire la fille de joie pour un contrat et la colère de sa réaction, de sa situation… tout se mélange dans sa tête la brisant de plus en plus chaque jour depuis cette fameuse rencontre avec Marc…. Elle est à deux doigts de lâcher mentalement, mais cela ferait trop plaisir à ses harceleurs…

Lucille encaisse donc les coups de boutoir du colosse noir essayant de se vider la tête.

Par moments, elle sent un gros doigt forcer l’entrée de son œillet anal, entrer de plus en plus et ressortir, ce qui ajoute à la douleur. Mais elle ne dit rien, incapable de quelque réaction que ce soit.

Le colosse s’allonge de tout son long sur son dos, malaxe ses seins et continue à la labourer comme un bourrin …

Soudain dans un râle roque il jouit et se vide en elle, puis reste quelques minutes allongé sur son dos, l’enfonçant dans le matelas rendant sa respiration très difficile.

Il se relève, lui tapote ses fesses rougies et la détache.

– Va te doucher et rejoins ton patron! ton heure est passée!

Lucille se lève et file titubante à la salle de bain. Elle est plus éreintée que jamais, mais y parvient et tente tant bien que mal, sous la douche de faire sortir le sperm de Mr Diaby.

– Allez c’est fini sors j’ai d’autres chats à fouetter!

Lucille se sèche et sort du la salle de bain. Il l’attrape violemment, et la met à la porte la jetant dans le couloir.

Après avoir heurté le mur d’en face de son don, Lucille s’écroule de fatigue, recroquevillée sur elle-même en position fœtale, son maillot dans la main et s’assoupie.

Quand elle revient à elle, elle se rend compte que des gens ont pu la voir nue dans le couloir…. Elle se relève, enfile son maillot et se dirige vers le rez-de-chaussée pour rejoindre Marc.

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