3 comments/ 61477 views/ 11 favorites Danya's Bitch Ch. 01 By: granada As the elevator doors opened up on the fifth floor of our hotel, I could just make out Danya's figure across the hallway. My obvious attraction to her, and her pompous attitude only augmented my discomfort as we passed each other by. My group of juniors had just finished eating dinner, and needed to return to our rooms before curfew. Unfortunately, I was the odd man out, and was placed in a solo room on the fifth floor, amongst all the seniors. While fumbling to pull out my room key, I glanced back at Danya to get a final glimpse of her magnificent ass before she disappeared into the elevator. Boy, I thought to myself, what I wouldn't do to get with her! After entering the room, I sat down to jot some notes down on the days events. I am part of a M.U.N. (model united nations) club, and I had the role of secretary. Our M.U.N. group was on a trip to the Hague and as secretary, I was required to write down important events that had transpired during the day. I finally couldn't restrain myself an further, and made my way to the bathroom. Once there I ripped off my pants and began to jack off. I had seen plenty of smoking hot girls over the past few days, and I had no trouble getting off thinking about bending them over and fucking them doggy style. A few minutes into it, I heard a knock on the door. Wondering who the hell it could possibly be, I stuffed my raging boner into my pants and awkwardly made my way to the front door. I opened it up, and to my complete surprise, I found Danya standing there smiling! "Heyy there, how's it going?" She said in a rather nonchalant manner. After recovering from the initial shock of having Danya actually come to my door, I replied along the lines of, "Can I help you at all?" "Yea... I guess you can." Before I could even muster out a response, she went in for the kill. Her cherry flavored lips hit mine with such ease I nearly fainted. Before I knew it, her tongue was in my mouth, and we were kissing as if we had been in love all our life. Clearly in complete control of the situation, she maneuvered us into the room, and onto my bed, all while keeping our mouths plenty occupied. She pushed me into the sheets, and climbed on top of me. Before I knew, she had removed my pants and boxers, and pulled her dress down below her tits. Danya suddenly pulled her lips away from mine, and her tongue began to trace down my chest, stopping right above the base of my cock. A low moan escaped my lips as I reached a state of horniness I thought I never would get to. While fondling my balls with her hands, she began to lick the pre-cum off the tip of my dick. She hadn't even started suck my dick fully, and I could feel myself coming close to ejaculation. I figured she knew this, and pulled her head away from dick, licking her lips with a satisfying manner. She then reached behind her back, and unclasped her bra. Her tits sprung out as if they had been imprisoned for an eternity. "Oh my god..." I whispered gently. "You like what you see?" "Ye-yes. Of course!" I stammered "Well then, here, let me help you get more acquainted with them." She climbed back on top of me, this time bringing her chest up to my head. For the first time, I reached out independently, and grabbed a hold of each tit. I thought I died and went to heaven. After licking the entire surface area of each tit, I went down to business and began sucking on the nipples. I could tell I was driving Danya crazy as I even managed to earn a few moans and squirms from her. While I was preoccupied sucking away on Danya's tits, she reached over the side of the bed, and picked up her purse. She then pulled two pairs of fluffy hand-cuffs from them and preceded to handcuff each wrist to a bed pole. I was so horny, and so mesmerized by her tits, I barely even knew what she was doing. After I was securely handcuffed, she climbed off me and stood at the side of the bed. "Hey, what's going on here?" I replied, clearly confused. "Before we continue here, John, I wanted to know whether or not you want to place a little bet first. This way we can, well, make things a little more interesting." "Umm, a bet? What kind of bet?" I couldn't help but to stare as I talked to her, here was hottest girl in the school standing next to me, dressed only in her thong. "Ok, if I can bring another girl into this room, and get her to perform oral, on ME, then I win the bet. If I return to the room and either don't have a girl, or she doesn't go down on me, then you win. AND, all this has to be done within an hour." "Well, ok. I guess. But what does the winner get?" I reluctantly replied. "The loser, has to be the winner's bitch, for the rest of the trip. They have to do everything the winner wants them to do. Simple as that." I still wasn't to sure about this whole bet, but I wasn't about to tell this girl to fuck off now. And the thought of seeing another girl going down on Danya, was pretty much enough to get me to do anything. "Umm. Ok, I guess." "Ok, sounds like a plan! I don't want you doing anything in the mean time, so I'm going to cuff you down." She reached down into her bag and pulled out another two pairs of fluffy handcuffs. These were used to cuff my legs to the bed poles on the bottom of the bed. She then reached into her bag and brought out what were two clearly soiled and used thongs. "I didn't want you going flaccid on my while I'm gone, so I brought these to help you out." "Wai-" As I tried to protest, she shoved one pair into mouth, then wrapped the other pair around my head, placing the crotch right over my nose. With her crusty thong now softening inside my mouth, I got my first ever taste of pussy. It wasn't altogether unpleasant, but I sure would have preferred it if I didn't have her thong inside my mouth. In addition to this, every time I inhaled, I got a strong whiff of her musky scent. Danya was right, I wasn't going flaccid anytime soon in the situation I was in. I somehow felt a sense of honor, having the hottest, and probably most popular girl's underwear in my mouth. "Ok John, I will be back in hour. Have fun while I'm gone!" I tried to yell out good luck, but the thong turned it out to be more of a groan. As I relaxed my head, I realized how I excited I was about what would happen in the next few hours. This night was turning out to be one of the craziest nights of my life! Danya's Bitch Ch. 02 I looked over at the clock, 10:48. Danya had already been gone for nearly 45 minutes. I was beginning to wonder whether or not she really was planning on coming back. The taste of her juices were still strong in my mouth, and every time I breathed in, it felt as though I were inches away from her pussy. I began to wonder how the hell had I actually gotten into this position. Why was Danya even doing this? Why did she pick me? Maybe she knew I was a pushover, and she probably saw the way I look at her. The only reason I agreed to this bullshit bet, was because in the heat of the moment, its hard to say no. I figured she would probably have no problem getting someone to go down on her, I mean really, who wouldn't? Furthermore, I figured seeing someone going down on Danya was definitely worth being her bitch for a week. Suddenly, the hotel room door slammed opened, and Danya and another girl burst in giggling. I quickly realized the position I was in, and had totally forgotten about another girl seeing the me like this. My face began to turn red before I even saw who it was. As the girls came in the room farther, I saw who Danya had brought. It was Nicole, one of the many flirts in my grade. She wore some short, and I mean short, jean shorts, and a cute blouse that didn't leave much to the imagination. Nicole stopped dead in her tracks when she saw me. I don't think she knew who I was, but was still surprised to see a male, especially in the position I was in. "What the hell is he doing here?" She quickly blurted out. "We were just having some fun earlier. That's why I came and got you. I figured, you know, we could all have some fun together." "Oh. Ok. Is that your thong over his face?" Nicole curiously asked. I guessed she was probably drunk, because she accepted Danya's explanation as if it actually made sense. "Yes it is! There's one in his mouth as well. That's why he's not talking right now. Why don't we go sit down on the bed next to him." Danya explained. "Hehehe... ok." I looked over at them, and as they sat down Danya placed her hand on Nicole's thigh, in fact, pretty far up Nicole's thigh. "Oh My God, I love your lipstick! Is that watermelon flavor?" Danya curiously asked. "Yes it is! It tastes soooooooo good. You want to try some?" Nicole replied innocently. "Well, hell ya!" As Nicole began fishing through her purse looking for the lipstick, Danya realized this wasn't going to work. She quickly grabbed Nicole's arm. "Well, how about I just try it from your lips?" "You mean like, kiss me?" Nicole asked. "Yea! Why not? Its just you and me, and... him. Anyhow, I just want to try the lipstick." Nicole looked over at me, then back at Danya. "Ok. Why not?" Nicole replied, totally oblivious to Danya's intentions. Danya then leaned in for the kill. From this point, I knew she was going to have no problem winning the bet. She started by tracing Nicole's outer lips, then thrusted her tongue into Nicole's mouth. To my shock, Nicole displayed absolutely no resistance. As they began to get more involved, Danya gently tugged Nicole's shirt over her head, leaving me to inspect her firm tits. Danya then stood up herself, and dropped her own dress. After she sat back down, the two girls locked lips again. Soon, their hands made there way up each others backs, and they both bras were unclipped. I gasped after I saw this, but they were too occupied to notice me. Seeing both girls, nearly naked, made me so horny that I thought I would cum at the first touch of my dick. After another few minutes of making out, Danya started to make some more progress. She sat up, and gently pushed Nicole's head towards her chest. Nicole, as drunk as she was, caught on, and began working on Danya's breasts. Nicole began with squeezing them into her face, then started licking around the nipples. It was evident Danya was getting off on having Nicole suck her tits. Will Nicole was busy with her tits, Danya pushed down her thong, and started hammering her pussy with her fingers. Once they were soaking with her juices, she brought them up to Nicole's already active mouth. Danya then pulled her hard nipple out of Nicole's mouth, and replaced it with her sopping wet fingers. Nicole eagerly sucked on them, licking every last finger clean. After she finished, she looked at Danya questioningly. "Did you like that? Because I got a lot more from where that came from." "Yess, I loved it! Can I have some more?" Nicole replied like a hungry puppy. Danya then got on all fours, as if she was about to take it doggy style, and stuck her ass out ever farther. Nicole knew what was expected, and to my utter shock, followed what Danya wanted her to do. Initially, she seemed hesitant about actually going this far, but after she became accustomed to having her face in another girls pussy, she got into it. After all of Danya's dripping juices had been licked up around the outside of the pussy, Nicole began to tongue fuck her. What a sight it was: Danya on all fours with her ass perked up in the air, with Nicole's face buried deep into her twat, and me, on the side handcuffed to the bed and gagged with panties. After Nicole had taken Danya over the edge, and even swallowed a majority of Danya's cum, they both sat up exhausted. I then noticed a wet spot around the crotch of Nicole's tight jean shorts. She must be so horny that her juices have soaked through her underwear and shorts. "Are you going to take care of me know?" Nicole asked pleadingly, pointing at her own crotch. "Sorry Nicole, I'm no dyke." Danya snapped back. Clearly stung by Danya's remark, Nicole looked around, as if thinking, what now? I too was thinking the same thing. All of a sudden Danya jumped up and put back on her underwear. "Well Nicole, it was nice having you over, I'll cya later." Danya said. "But, thats it? What am I supposed to do now?" "You know what, I guess you can finish yourself up on John if you want." It was clearly not exactly what she was looking for, but in reality, Nicole wasn't really a dyke. She wanted men as much as any other straight girl. She jumped off her bed and climbed onto mine. After pulling down her shorts and thong a little, she slowly sat on my dick. After all Danya had put me through, I felt as though I was going to explode as I fell the inner walls of Nicole's pussy tighten around my dick. Now in the cowgirl position, she began bouncing up down. I desperately tried to thrust deeper as I experienced a pleasure I thought never existed. It didn't take long before I began shooting thick clumps of my cum deep into her pussy. Nicole cummed soon after. As she pulled off, our mixed juices poured onto my stomach, and she pulled up her thong and shorts. Nicole then reached over the side of the bed, and picked up the rest of clothes. After getting fully changed, she said good-bye to Danya, who had taken a shower while we were fucking. Now that Nicole had left, Danya came over to the bed and pulled the first thong from over my head, and pulled the second one out of my mouth. The taste of Danya's pussy still lingered in my mouth. "Boy! That was something else! I can't believe you actually did that!" I eagerly cried out. "Well, it looks like I won the bet. Now your my bitch for the rest of the trip." "Yea, Yea, Yea, I know." I submissively mumbled. Danya's Bitch Ch. 03 It was 2:30 A.M. before Danya finally left my room. As I climbed into bed I realized that this whole situation could backfire on me. 'What if Danya meant that being her bitch wouldn't just include having sex with her. Some of my close friends had already told me that she could get pretty kinky in bed. Not to mention the fact that Nicole had seen me there. Worst comes to worst, I'll just go against my word and back out of the bet. Its not like she could do anything about it if I walk out...' I awoke to the vociferous ring of my hotel telephone. I tried to turn over and cover my ears, but it kept ringing and ringing. Finally, I picked up the telephone, and sourly answered. "Hello? Who fuck is this? Its only 7:00 in the morning!" "Heyy there John, watch your tone. You remember our little arrangement from last night? Well, you can start off by bringing my some eggs and bacon up to my room." I bit my tongue as I realized who it was. Damn, this wasn't going to be as easy as I hoped it is. "Ok, ok. What room are you at?" I meekly replied. "543. Down the hall to your left. Make sure nobody sees you coming in, I don't all my other friends to see my with some faggot junior like yourself." Contemplating the situation, I quickly made my way downstairs to pick up Danya's meal. While waiting for her meal, I shoveled down a bowl of cereal. I had no idea what she had in mind, and it was better I get some food while I can. When I arrived at her room, I found the door unlocked. As I tiptoed in further, I found Danya sitting on her bed in a tight tank top and thong. I forgot how god damn hot she was, seeing her like this made me stop dead in my tracks. Her top was so low cut, I could almost see the top of her nipples. "Well, are you just gonna stand there staring, or give me my breakfast?" She barked out at me. After handing her the tray, I awkwardly stood at the side of the bed while she leisurely enjoyed her hot breakfast. My eyes were slowly drawn to her chest, but would instantly dart away when I thought she glanced up at me. She finally broke the silence. "Here, come closer, I got something for you." As I pulled closer to her she picked up yet another dirty piece of underwear, which I didn't even see. "Come here. closer." I was now standing right beside the bed, inches away from her. She suddenly stood up and looked me right in the eye. As she began to lean forward, I naively thought she was actually going in for the kiss, so I closed my eyes and immaturely half opened my mouth. Instead, she pulled back and shoved the dirty thong where I thought she was going to stick her tongue. I yanked back and popped open my eyes in surprise. 'Damn! I actually thought I was going to get with her!' She stopped me just as I was about to pull the undergarment out of my mouth: "Nope! Leave it in there! After I went back to my room last night, I cummed two more times in that thong, so it should be nice and succulent for you. As far as our arrangement goes, you have to do everything I tell you to, so you better listen up. For the next hour, I want you to give me a full body massage, AND, you have to keep my thong in your mouth the whole time. Understand?" I tried to mumble a yes, but all that came out was some incoherent gibberish. Instead, I just nodded my head in acceptance. As Danya made her way to the bed she pulled off her white tank top, letting her breats spring free. I nearly gasped aloud as she did it, but thankfully, she wasn't paying much attention to me. She climbed onto the bed, and lying downwards, put her ass on a clear display for me. What I would have given to just rip that sexy thong off and fuck her silly. Just as I snapped out of my trance, she looked over at me and laughed. "Ha. Not so fast, your gonna have to be naked when you give me my massages." I grunted, then reluctantly pulled off all my clothes, even my boxers. While standing awkwardly next to the bed, I tried to hide my rock solid cock, but to no prevail. She definitely noticed it, but said nothing. I began by uncomfortably kneading her back with my knuckles, but after only 10 minutes, my hands were dead tired. I took it down a notch and began to gently apply pressure on her shoulders, and she was definitely enjoying it. It wasn't long before she turned over, giving me a front row view of her perky tits. To my surprise, her nipples were as hard as my dick. I looked up at her, unsure of what to do next. Noticing my confusion, she looked up at me and said, "I'll tell you what, how bout you take that thong out of your mouth and.... why don't you put it on?" I submissively pulled it out of my mouth, and held the soaking underwear in my hand. I almost felt regretful not having her strong taste in my mouth, over the last 12 hours I had grown to almost like it. I then pulled it up my legs and firmly snapped it into place between my ass. My erect dick was firmly pushing against the crotch, ready to spring free at a moments notice. "Now what?" I asked. "Well, you can start massaging my breasts, with your tongue that is." "Ok." I replied eagerly. She sure didn't need to ask me that twice. I leaned over the bed and dove into her tits. I started off by licking around her hard nipples, then made my way to the base of her firm breasts. Suddenly, there was a knock on the door and we both jolted upright. She jumped off the bed and quickly threw on her tank top as well as a pair of skin tight jeans. As she fluffed up her hair, she turned back at me, who was still frozen in place, "Umm, shit. Hide under the bed." "But... my clothes they're in the bathroom." "I don't care, whoever it is isn't going to see you. Just hurry up and get under there. And don't make a sound. As I crawled under the bed, I realized I was still wearing Danya's used underwear. The door creaked open and I saw 2 pairs of sneakers enter the room, as well as a deep voice. "Hey there sexy. Have you met my friend Jeff? I don't think you have." "No... I haven't." "Well here he is..." They drifted into some small talk for a while, but I lost focus, I was too busy of trying to think of way to get out of here. Suddenly, I realized the talk had ceased, and all I heard was smacking of lips. 'Shit! They're gonna get it on right in here!' I thought to myself. I wasn't sure who the hell was kissing who, but I began to panic as they made their way over to the bed. Suddenly, the three of them stopped right next to the bed. If they laid down, they would surely see me. I saw Danya's knees hit the floor, and then heard her undoing what I presumed was Jeff's belt. I couldn't see him, but from the looks of his feet, the other guy just stood behind Danya watching. My own dick was starting to harden, as I heard Danya start slobbering all over Jeff's cock. She stopped sucking dick for a second, and got down on all fours. It then hit me, the 2 guys, Jeff and Danya's boyfriend, were going to spit roast Danya, right there, 2 feet away from me. What a fucking slut she was. As they begin to stuff her mouth and pussy full of cock, I felt myself feeling a desperate urge to jack-off, but it was tight enough under the bed. I felt emasculated enough wearing a used thong, and I would have killed myself if the 2 guys found me here. "UGHHH. UGHH. UGHHHHHHH.AHHHHH." Was all I heard from Danya, a bunch of unintelligible grunts. Evidently, she was enjoying it immensely. It wasn't long before the orgy ended. I would have cummed a lot quicker in their shoes, getting a blowjob, or fucking her doggy style. The two guys soon got dressed, and left the room. Clearly they came here with one intention, and got what they wanted. Now that they were gone, I crawled out from under the bed to see Danya pulling on a new piece of underwear. "Ummmm, should I go now?" I awkwardly asked, unsure of how to respond after what just happened. She made a small chuckle then responded, "Don't act like I'm such a slut. Girls need sex just as much as guys. Anyhow, listen I got to go out for an hour." "Ok, well I'm going to go back and take a shower at my room." I stated, a little more comfortably. In reality, I was going to wank off like never before. "No you aren't. You are going to stay in here. And I'm going to have make sure you don't leave." Realizing what she was going to do, I heaved a sigh and sat down on the table. "Get up, and lie down on the floor, with your hands behind your back, and your legs together." She ordered. Reluctantly, I complied. She tied my wrists and ankles, rather tightly, with what I presumed was belts. I guess she really thought I was planning on making an 'escape'. She then turned me over, and picked up another 2 pairs of panties that were lying next to the second bed, "Please, I've had enough of your underwear." I begged "Don't worry, these are my roommates. Open wiped." Defeated, I opened my mouth and she shoved one pair in. Then, like night before, she wrapped the other pair around my head, placing the crotch right over my nose. The smell, and taste of pussy was strong. I could also tell that it wasn't in fact her underwear, but someone else's. She then pushed my under the bed, and got dressed. Before she left she informed me of some unnerving news, "By the way, my roommate spent the night over her boyfriends, and should be back any second now. So, try not to make a noise, unless you want her to see you tied up, wearing a thong, and her underwear in your mouth and on your face." And on that note, she left me alone. Danya's Bitch Ch. 04 A few minutes later, I heard the door creak open. Thinking it was Danya, I began to squirm around and push against my restraints, trying to display some sort of resistance, trying to show that I didn't like to be in this position. Then, I saw a pair of high heels come into view, high heels that Danya wasn't wearing when she left. 'Shit, Shit, SHIT!' I thought to myself, as I remembered Danya's roommate was supposed to come in, right about now. The high heels made their way straight to me, as if she knew I was there. Instead of looking under the bed like I expected her to, she heaved a heavy sigh and threw herself down on of the bed, right above me. A few minutes later, she then wandered off to the bathroom, where she gathered up her dirty clothes, and dumped them at the end of the bed. "Hmmm, now where fuck did I put my dirty underwear?" Now she began to look around the room, checking her suitcase, and the bathroom. I was sweating bullets by the time I realized it was in my mouth, and on my head. I also knew it wasn't going to be long before she looked under the bed. I knew the hotel's laundry service only ran once every three days for an hour in the morning, so she wasn't going to get a load of laundry done without any dirty underwear. It seemed like an eternity before she finally stopped next to the bed, and dropped to all fours. My heart was beating so fast I felt like it was just going to pop right out of my chest. Her head slowly lowered until, suddenly, we were eye to eye. She froze for a second, then leaped up and stumbled back a few steps. "HOLY SHIT! What the fuck?!" She just stood there for a few seconds, and although I couldn't see her eyes, I bet she was staring back at that spot wondering what the hell just happened. I was so helpless, and humiliated at the same time, I just wanted to crawl into a hole and hide forever. Then, she began to edge her way over back to the bed, and slowly dropped on all fours again. She lowered her head and quickly analyzed the situation. "What, what the hell are you doing here.... with my underwear?!" I tried responding, but obviously all that came out was a few grunts. "Oh my god. Danya did this didn't she?" I quickly nodded my head, eager to shed at least some light on the situation. I still was unsure who she was, which surprised me, (I thought I had figured out who every hot girl at the school was). I then began to take in her sexy figure, her average sized breasts, long brown hair, and killer ass. Suddenly, she started giggling. "I heard Danya had power of guys, but god damn, I didn't realize she had THIS much power. I mean, look at yourself. You got my underwear on your face for gods sake." I submissively looked away, my face turning beat red. I was going to try and defend myself, but, I realized how little that would do. At least I could be thankful she was talking the situation rather lightly, one would expect someone in her shoes to become fanatical. She laid there for a few seconds, pondering the situation, until a mischievous look washed over her face. "You know... we could work something out, if you want to that is. Or, I could just run out of here, and tell my friends what I saw here. Imagine what would happen to you. What people would think of you." I shook my head enthusiastically, the worst thing that could happen was she leave her and bring back more people to see me like this. "So, you don't want me to leave?" She asked, evidently teasing me, making sure I knew who was in control of the situation. "Hmmph." I grunted through the thong in my mouth. "What's that? I didn't catch that." She asked, starting to giggle a little. I sat that there, this time not making a sound. Somehow, I was becoming more embarrassed than I already was. "Ok, ok. Lets get you out of there so we can have a semi-civilized conversation." She grabbed a hold of one of my handcuffed arms, and dragged me along the carpet until I was out from under the bed. I felt like a beached whale, so helpless and immobile. She then stepped over me, and turned me onto my back so I was looking straight up at her. She then went over to her suitcase and pulled out a digital camera. 'Shit', I thought to myself. 'Looks like I'm not getting out of this situation very easy.' As she took a handful of pictures of me, she saw the indignant look on my face. "Don't worry, its only for insurance purposes. If we get along alright, nobody will ever see these." After securing her camera into the locked safe in the room, (which I felt was a little unnecessary), she walked over to me and pulled the thong off my head, and out from my mouth. I quickly inhaled a breath of fresh air, and stretched my jaw. "How do I taste?" She asked mockingly, as she sat down on the bed next to me. "Funny. Now can you get me out of these cuffs?" "Umm, to be honest, I have no idea where the keys are. I would help you if I could." "Fine. Now what the hell do you want me to do?" I was purposelessly being curt, trying to hurry up and get this girl what she wanted before Danya got back. "Hey, no need for the attitude. I'm not the one who tied you up and left you here. Speaking of which, that's what I wanted to talk to you about. Danya." "What about her?" I asked, a little curious of what she wanted to do with Danya. "Well, as I can imagine, you're probably not too happy with her. And, I'm not either. She is a real bitch. I've never met anyone so god damn cocky, arrogant, and spoiled. She acts like she owns the place, and whenever I'm around her, she treats me like I'm her servant or something. We used to be best friends, up until junior high. Now that she's got tits, an ass, and boyfriends, she treats me, and all her other friends like shit. But I'm not gonna put up with her crap anymore. I'm done." This girl obviously hated Danya with a passion. But what the hell did she want me to do about it? "That's where you come in. Her current boyfriend, Randy, means the world to her. She would do anything for him, and I mean EVERYTHING. But the problem is, for her at least, she is such slut, she has sex with guys all the time. That's our opening." "And... I'm guessing you want me to help you blackmail her?" "You got it!" She replied, earnestly. "Listen, whatever you got in mind, isn't going to work. We made a little bet last night, and now I pretty much have to do anything she wants me to do until the end of the trip, but I doubt she is going to let me fuck her." "Don't worry about it. I've already been formulating a plan, but now that I got you, things will be almost too easy." "Got me? I never agreed to anything!" I knew she had me blackmailed, but I still wanted to try and protect will little pride I had left. There was no way I was going down without a fight. Instead of responding, she just stared me down, a smile slowly spreading across her face, until she broke out laughing. "Ok, Ok. Just let me know what you want me to do." I responded, defeated. Looking down at her cell phone, the girl realized it was getting late. "Listen, its almost 3:00pm, and Danya should be getting back soon. What's your name?" "John. John Harvain. You?" "Stephanie. That's all you need to know. I should go now. I'll contact you later about what exactly is going to happen." Stephanie then gagged me, pushed me back under the bed, and left in hurry. This trip was turning out to be an experience of a lifetime. Danya's Bitch Ch. 05 Danya returned an hour later and released me of me bonds. After what seemed like an eternity I was allowed some freedom for the rest of the night. The following day was uneventful. Danya and myself were preoccupied with the events that our school had planned and didn't even see each other. I was relieved to get a break from her torments, but in another perverse way, I was almost disappointed. The following day, I wasn't so lucky. Similar to the other day, I got a call at 7:00 A.M. from Danya demanding her morning breakfast. Our M.U.N. group was scheduled to leave the next day, so the teachers decided to give us some free time today. I knocked on Danya's hotel room door with her hot breakfast tray in my hands. To my surprise Stephanie, her roommate, answered the door. "Can I help you?" Steph asked, in manner that assumed we had never met. "Umm... yea. Can you give this to Danya?" I asked, trying to peak over her shoulder to see if Danya was inside, half naked as well. Glaring at me, she violently grabbed the tray from hands and walked inside, leaving me a front row view of her magnificent ass. 'Why was she so pissed? She knew I was just following Danya's orders.' I thought to myself. I started to shut the door and walk away when Danya's voice stopped me. "Jeff, you gonna get your ass in here or what?" I strolled in and saw Danya sitting at the small table next to the window enjoying her bacon and eggs. She looked up at me, then over to Steph who was rummaging through her suitcase to find some clothes for the day. "Shouldn't you be at the gym or something? It sure as hell looks like you could lose a few pounds." Steph looked up, evidently stung by Danya's remark. In reality she was absolutely perfect the way she was, but being a self-conscious teenage girl a comment like that had a lasting impact. She opened her mouth to spit back an insult at Danya, but all that came out was a pitiful fuck you. Looking over at Danya, it was understandable why Steph had nothing to say. There was nothing wrong with Danya, everything about her figure was absolutely perfect. Her luscious, yet firm tits, her well toned legs, her nose even had the perfect curvature. As usual, Danya got what she wanted, and Steph stormed out of the room in a huff. I now understood what had generated so much hate in Steph towards her once best friend. "I guess that just leaves you and me now, doesn't it?" Danya stated in between bites. "Yes ma'am." I responded sarcastically. It had been only 48 hours since we last encountered each other, and I had already forgotten how dominant she was. "You know, I like that. Ma'am. How about from now on, you always address me like that Mr. Wise Ass?" "Oh come on. I was just kidding." I now regretted acting in my comfort zone around this girl. "You sure were, but I'm not. Anyhow, I think its time we took our 'relationship' to the next level." She lingered on the word relationship emphasize its importance. "You see, in between all these conferences we have had during our M.U.N. trip, I don't always get a chance to release my pent up stress." "And that's where I come in....?" "You got it. Fortunately for you, I got you transferred so we can be close to each other for the rest of the trip. You're now my personal assistant." "WHAT?" I shouted. "You... You had me changed from Secretary to a personal assistant? That's a huge demotion! It took me 2 years to become Secretary! Two god damn years!" I was absolutely furious. Despite its belittling name, being secretary was actually somewhat of a prestigious role as you had a variety of important responsibilities. "Chill out Jeff. It's only for the remainder of the trip. You'll get your role back in a few days when we return back to school." I sat there in silence. I was still outraged. Now, I would pretty much have to follow her around for the rest of the trip, recording everything she says, and doing anything else she requires. Not only that, but I would have to forge some explanation for why I got demoted to this role to all my friends. No Junior had ever been a personal assistant before. Fortunately this would only last for another 48 hours. "Now, as you can guess I'll be expecting you to go further then any personal assistant has gone. You will do everything I ask, everything. Understood?" I broke eye contact and looked down at my feet in compliance. "Yes ma'am." I lamented at the fact that not even 48 hours ago I would have told this bitch to go fuck herself. Strangely, as much I was beginning to hate this girl, I still just couldn't tell her no. Danya pushed her breakfast tray away, and walked over to me stopping only inches in front of me. "As I was saying earlier... you're going to help me relieve the stress. Now I'm going to teach you how." With that, she pushed me down to my knees and turned around. "Take my shorts off, with my your mouth." I hesitated for only a moment, then leaned forward and clenched the waistband between my lips. I started pulling down but the shorts she was wearing were rather tight, and her ass held them firmly in place. My gentle tugging slowly turned into violent pulling. "Having some trouble? Here, let me help you out. But make sure to take it slowly. I want you to enjoy it." She then leaned forward, pushing her ass even closer up against my face. This helped enormously, but as I pulled the shorts down I found she wasn't wearing any panties. My nose slowly slid in between her ass cheeks, gently grazing her clean asshole and inhaling the sweet smell of her now moistening pussy. Despite its humiliating notions, this task was turning me on enormously. After turning around she gave me further instructions. "Time for you to go the final mile John. Start off gentle, but when I push my hands against your head I want you to go all out. Understand?" I nodded my head and started to go in but she caught my head in her hands. "What? I didn't hear you." "Sorry. Ma'am. Yes ma'am." I submissively responded. I guess nodding doesn't cut it. She gave a nod of approval then I pushed my mouth, for the first time, onto her shiny pussy. The taste was altogether not too different from the one I tasted on her panties. It was the action itself that turned me on so much. Here I was eating some girl out for the sole purpose of satisfying her. As the minutes slowly passed by and Danya began to grind her pussy with greater force into my face. In an effort to satisfy her as soon as possible, I began to enthusiastically bury my tongue in as deep as possible. While coming close to the end Danya found my nose with her clit, and to my humiliation, used it to finish herself off. At this point, I simply just sat there on my knees letting my face be abused by her sopping pussy. After what seemed like an eternity, an unconstrained flow of cum poured onto my face and dripped down onto my shirt. I sat back in relief, and began to pull my arm up to wash some of her juices away from my face but was stopped by another one of her barking commands. "You think you're finished? You don't get to clean yourself off until I dismiss you buddy. Now hurry up and clean the rest of my pussy off before I make you go for round 2." That was the last thing I wanted, so I eagerly pushed my tongue up against the now familiar pink outer lips of her pussy. Once she was 'sterile', I stood up and made my way to the bathroom, eager to splash my face with a refreshing wave of cool water. "Unlike you, I got important things to do before our class meets for the conference this afternoon. Seeing as you are now my personal assistant, I expect you to meet me here before we embark." She shouted before walking out the door. "And don't forget to lock the door before you leave!" In reality, this deal wasn't so bad. As much of a cocky bitch Danya was, she was pretty lax and inconsistent in her demands. Not only that, but there was still a chance I would be able to fuck her before this trip came to an end. What an experience that would be. My only real problem now was this Steph chick. Ironically enough, at that instant Steph came through the door with a flustered look on her face. "That bitch, oh man that bitch is going to pay." She roared while throwing her handbag on top the bed. Figuring it was probably best to let her cool off on her own, I attempted to sneak out the door while she was still fuming. Unfortunately, I didn't even come close. After taking only a few steps out of the bathroom and towards the front door, I heard my name. "John? John! You're still here. Great. Now get your sorry ass over here before I end what little of a social life you already have." Not wanting to agitate her further, nor have her send those dreaded pictures to anyone I obediently made my way over to her. "Holy shit. You reek of pussy. You eat her out for the first time?" "Yes ma'am." I answered instinctively. "Hmmph. I like that. Ma'am. Use that all the time. Anyway, lets cut to the chase. I want that bitch under my control as soon as possible." While she began to explain her plan of enslaving Danya, she made her way over the to her suitcase and pulled out a small camera. Generally speaking, it was a rather simple arrangement. I was to hide the camera in my room somewhere, and film her being fucked by another guy, a guy besides her boyfriend. By doing this, we would be exploiting Danya's only weakness: her addiction to sex. Although it may not seem as if it was true, but Danya loved her boyfriend with all her heart, and would do nearly anything to ensure his happiness, (including fucking him and his best friend at the same time). That being said, she still craved sex and had hard time turning it down when especially horny. If we had a tape of her cheating on her boyfriend, Steph and I would be able to coerce Danya into doing anything we wanted. "By the way, I decided that I will probably need some additional help in keeping Danya on a short leash, so I decided to bring in some extra help. Her names Nicole, and she's a junior. In fact, she told me you two already met. In your room. Having sex." My mouth slowly opened and hung agape for a few seconds. "After what Danya did to her the other day she came to me about getting revenge. It fits perfectly into my plan. Anyway, you better get going in case Danya comes back. The last thing we want is her becoming suspicious." After taking the small camera I quickly made my way back to my own hotel room and took a long awaited shower. With every passing day things were getting more and more interesting.